#PLEASE........................... PLEASE IM THIRSTY LITTLE FLOWER...........................................

[laurents-secret-diary]

20 pages into summer palace and fellas,

[ashrifts]

tbh ran's most respected person being kakucho makes me think that he has a surprising soft spot for people who are genuinely kindhearted and hold on to that despite everything that happens to them... which is WILD considering he's the Opposite of that, but 🩷

[crustydavestrider]

tl;dr i want video essays to watch in my ask box / messages tldr existing on tumblr because this is a long ass post and i know you guys have varying attention spans

been dead for a minute my bad yall ive been bored and in and outta socializing but im back for a little while and i am addressing You today at this fine 7:20 morning in the am

im bored. i need video essays to consume. ive been watching SHOCKINGLY little video media as of late and honestly have only been listening to music and running my yapper elsewhere than tumblr. so you, dear reader of this post, if you consume visual media (shows and movies and shit are fine too but are less prioritized at the moment) and specifically like video essays, id like You to send me stuff in my ask box (or messages if you prefer i dont really care whatever floats your rocks bro) for me to watch

not really any rules. i dont care what it is. send me your blorbos. send me your speci - break from typing for a second just to say that the dogs have come in here to bother me and i fed them this fuckass meat that i have sitting on my bed because its cooked well done and it sucks ass even WITH barbeque sauce and theyre going crazy thought you might like to know. back to regularly scheduled post - al interests. send me your hyperfixations

only specific things i have to say are that i like horror and animals and documentaries and true crime (not tcc, a lotta yall weirdos) and i dont usually get to finish a video thats over 2.5 hours long unless im INVESTED in it. so like general guidelines i guess? if you wanna call em that. i also will watch series (what the fuck is the plural of series) (oh its the same thing. neat) essays depending on the topic

send them and say if you want me to rate them or not (if you dont specify ill just leave it under a cut or something dont be scared of sending me shit cause you dont want a dogwater rating pls i need content so bad) and ill give you some crazy shit probably. go ham go crazy go stupid go wild go nuts go other stuff that is synonymous with those things

i also just got done watching one about if light mode or dark mode is better before writing this post so if youre wondering what sparked this its that

[str4wbennyy]

my boyfriend is so fucking hot im gonna krill myself i need him like black diamond

[mickyschumacher]

Omg Dean omg Dean 😭🙏

Thank u he’s lit soooo underrated and it’s dry out here babe like I’m thirsty

Idk if your requests are open but can u write something long for him (like 6k word count or something) something like angsty like they meet randomly somewhere but reader doesn’t know anything about football so she doesn’t know who Dean Huijsen is and they keep getting closer and closer but he doesn’t tell her about his football career but then somehow she finds out (like maybe went to a game with her friends? You’re free babes it’s your style so im sure it’s gonna be fire) and she gets upset like she cuts him off and all and he’s trying to win her back but but but wait a min pookie i got more 😌🤚 you thought only Dean has secrets guess what she also lied about some stuff miss reader here lied to Dean about why she cut him off cuz when he asked she’s like “you lied to me” but babe she didn’t tell him that she’s scared to date a footballer because of the spotlight and she’s not in a good financial situation (make it like lil hints in the fic before they reveal the fact she’s not that rich).

Thank u pookie in advance love u 💙

[PLEASE DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you would never believe that a random meeting with a boy at work would've ever resulted in this. or in which a few lies are told to protect some hearts.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, reader isn't rich = talks about money, reader works and is in uni bc i love me some education, poor football match description, lying from both parties, fluff to balance some angst, reader doesn't have the best relationship with her parents, bad humour imo, and vv bad spanish ♡︎ // not really proof-read

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dean huijsen x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.9k+

𝐀/𝐍: soo i loved this request! and i hope i did it justice! almost got to your 6k word count which is absolutely lovely. would love to know what everyone thinks bc i love comments or messages in my inbox! ♡︎

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You tried to withhold the sigh the came naturally upon hearing the bell to the local supermarket where you worked. It was a small dainty thing really. A few fridges on one side, fresh flowers decorating the area, and a nook for the cashiers. To be honest, it was so small, you could run from one side to the other in less than three minutes.

It was decently popular within the Alcobendas area, known for it's quality products and friendly environment. Customers flew in and out at a steady rate, always leaving you a little something to do other than study.

"___, you wanna go for your break?" Your boss and family friend, Rosa, queried, walking over to the cashier. She gave you a soft smile, spotting your tired eyes. "I'll take it from here. When you get back, I think Marìa needed some help on the upper shelves since she hurt her back."

You nodded, smiling gently. "Claro. Call me if you need anything, okay? En serio. Stop trying to do everything by yourself," you narrowed your eyes playfully.

Your boss rolled her eyes. "I'm not that old yet," she retorted, walking behind the nook to replace you. She watched a customer come forward with some items and looked over to you. "Now go on."

You sighed, begrudgingly walking away from the cash register while you removed your apron. Hands parting the curtains to the back room of the store, you rummaged through your bag, grabbing the apple and planner in your bag before leaving through the back door. You winced at the harsh reality of the sun on your skin. The air conditioner in the store had clearly been doing you a favour.

There was a café next door to the store. Equally small and busy. At this time, however, it was more vacant, allowing you to snatch a seat outside after you ordered your second coffee for the day.

You gave a thankful smile to the barista who placed your coffee on your table before opening your planner, finding your happiness quickly die down. Due dates were plastered in every box, some for university and others for your bills.

Taking a bite out of your apple, you flickered through the dates with a frown. When did these all become so close together? A sigh fell from your mouth. You took out your phone, opening your calendar to add on any extra work you had to do in the upcoming works.

By the time you finished, you could barely look at your planner anymore without wincing. You closed the thing shut, taking the last sip of your coffee before resting your cup on the saucer.

Overlap. Everything was beginning to overlap. Work. Assignments. Payments.

Moving out of your home for your first year of university wasn't ideal. But when it became apparent your parents couldn't afford it and suggested for you to work instead of prioritise your education, the only option you saw was to leave.

You parents weren't particularly happy about it, to say the least. But they didn't complain when a magical fairy deposited money every month to help them. In the end, you were doing what you wanted. Even if it was a struggle.

Your eyes flickered over to the time on your phone. You had a minute left till your break and four hours till your other part-time job. Without a second thought, you were walking back to the store, phone slid back into your pocket. You smiled at Rosa as you entered the store, forgetting to get your apron as you found the shelves your co-worker Marìa was initially attending to.

You squinted at the height of the shelf, old stock all towards the back of it. You weren't particularly any taller than Marìa, if anything she had a couple inches on you. Nevertheless, you stretched up, leaning on the tips of your toes, arm reaching out to grab the glass jar of pickles. You winced, feeling your arm strain at the burning stretch, fingers grasping only the air while the store's door opened once again.

You looked blankly at the shelf. You would probably have to go get the step stool in the back room. But before you committed to the idea, you decided to try once again, hand reaching out to, waiting to graze the jar at least but to no avail.

Instead a much longer arm reached above you, grabbing the jar with swift ease and in one fell swoop that had you widen your eyes. You blinked in surprise, turning to find an almost overly tall boy your age stand in front you, hair verging between dark blonde and brown, eyes hooded yet smiling as he handed the jar to you.

"Aquí," the stranger said, voice slightly on the lower side.

Hesitantly you grabbed the jar. "G-Gracias..." you smiled awkwardly, holding to the jar close to you, taking a step back when you realised how close you were.

"Oh," he blinked as if he had remembered something else. He looked down at his hand and the book in lying within it. He stretched out his arm again. "You forgot this at the café. I thought I'd give it to you."

Your eyes widened at the sight of your planner in front of you. You could've sworn you had brought it with you... right? Your brows furrowed while you meekly took your planner from his hands. "How did you..."

His lips parted, realising how weird this seemed. "Oh, um, I was at the table next to yours... so, uh, I just figured you'd want it."

"Right," you slowly nodded, pressing your lips together before you lightly smiled again, flickering your eyes to the amused Rosa in the corner. "Thank you."

His smile in return seemed genuine, far less awkward than yours. He ruffled the back of his hair sheepishly and shook his head. "No worries. I'm Dean."

You blinked at the hand hung out in front of you. Oh. This conversation was still going... You nodded slowly, smiling once again while you reached to meet his hand, eyes having to look higher than usual to meet his gaze. "Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm ___."

Dean nodded as if he was trying to repeat your name in his head. The loud dings from his phone broke his concentration. He sighed, knowing exactly what those messages were saying. "Mierda," he quietly swore under his breath. He looked back at you and sucked in a sharp breath. "Um, I need to be somewhere right now. I just... do you– do you go to that café often?"

You blinked, feeling a wave of heat crash over your face. "Y-Yeah, I guess."

Dean smiled with satisfaction, taking a step back to quickly leave. "Great. I'll see you soon!" He called out, reaching the store door, letting an elderly lady go first before running down the street.

You swallowed hard, trying to register what on earth had just happened.

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It turned out Dean truly meant what he had said. You had in fact seen him soon. The next day actually. And almost every other day after that.

You had a friend in him when you least expected it. You spent an unhealthy amount of texting him and waiting. You had no idea what he did during the day but it didn't bother you. You assumed he was also studying or doing something similar which was why you always met in the late afternoons and evenings.

But you couldn't meet him all the times. You had your other job as a retail assistant in a small shop just two streets away. Then you tutored some kids. Though you would never tell Dean.

Dean wasn't like you. If he knew struggle, it was unlikely to be of the monetary kind. The nice clothes, the expensive perfume, offering to pay every time you met each other... his house, God, his house, it was like a mansion. Nothing compared to your over-priced one-bedroom apartment nor your parents' fixer-upper of a house which required a plumber to come every other month to fix something. His parents were similar, naturally. Sophisticated, polished, educated.

These differences lead to excuses. Take today for example. Dean had invited you to go shopping on your free day and then eat at a fancy restaurant. But you declined those hopeful blue eyes. You said you had to study. Which technically wasn't a lie. The studying came after your work shifts and tutoring. But what had been bugging you the most, was the way you looked next to him.

So... out of place.

Like you didn't belong.

Deep down you knew it was nothing to be ashamed of. But it was so difficult. The only thing that was easier to do was make up excuses.

"Can you please go?" Your friend, Isabella, from your very first day of class begged you, waiting for your lecture to start.

You gave her a confused look, putting your laptop on the table gently before you turned to her. "Why would I go to a football game? I don't even watch it."

Isabella clicked her tongue like it was obvious. "Because I'm trying to turn you into a madridista!" She sighed, hands wrapping around your arm in an effort to plead. "Please. I need you to experience this with me. It's Madrid versus Barça," she sobbed loudly.

You winced at the curious looks from your fellow classmates, covering your burning face with your hand while you looked at her. "Fine. Fine. If you shut up, fine."

Isabella leaned back, dropping the fake cries and smiling satisfactorily. "Thank you," she beamed with a shamelessness in her tone.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as your professor walked in.

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"Do you eat a lot?" Dean queried, following you around the grocery store.

You furrowed your brows, pausing in front of the fruit and vegetable display racks before looking at him incredulously. "What?"

"Np, I mean–" Dean's eyes widened, cheeks automatically flushing. "I just feel like you're always here. I didn't know there were so many things to buy," he shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

Right.

You hadn't told him that you had worked in the store. Dean had assumed when you first met each other that you were just doing some usual shopping to get your daily needs and whatnot.

You should've told him the truth but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Especially when you had met him the next day and realised just how different he was from you. It was just... embarrassing.

You smiled awkwardly, holding up a green apple. "I just really like fruit," you huffed uneasily before putting it in your reusable grocery bag. You internally winced at the amused grin on Dean's face as you moved to the cash register. "Buenas tardes Rosa," you greeted.

Rosa smiled at you, eyes flickering to the tall boy next to you. She had seen him more often in her store, making sure to take her time and tease the both of you. She grabbed your items, sporting a cheeky look on her face as she opened her mouth. "How are you finding my sweet ___?" Rosa asked him.

A family friend... that was what you had told Dean. That's what Rosa only was. Not your boss. A family friend.

Dean grinned, taking a quick glance at you. "You're right. She is pretty sweet."

Your cheeks reddened, a sigh falling from your lips while you shook your head lightly. "You two," you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

Rosa rolled her eyes, sending a nod of agreement towards Dean. "Kindest heart I've ever seen. Don't lose her, okay?" She gently chided, poking his arm playfully.

Your eyes softened for a moment before you looked away, guilt quickly replacing the warm feeling. Your chest felt heavy as Dean grinned again, nodding.

You weren't kind. You were a liar.

You cleared your throat, giving her a tight smile. "I'll see you later, hmm?" You queried, gathering your things, taking her nod as an answer and leaving with Dean.

Five minutes of walking had left Dean spotting a flower shop and begging you to stop for a minute. You weren't going to say no but his lips pouting and blue eyes swirling with hope made it difficult. It had come to the point you rather text him because at least then it was easier to make excuses.

You stood inside the store, calmly eyeing the colourful range of flowers while he greeted the owner. The store had a bit of everything. Pre-made bouquets and pots hanging from every inch. Small paintings hung on the columns, framed with flowers covered in resins.

"¿Buscas flores para una senorita guapa?" The owner queried, taking a step forward and glancing between Dean and you knowingly. Looking for flowers for a beautiful lady?

You opened your mouth to refute the question but Dean had beat you to it. "Algo así," he nodded, tips of his ears turning red. Something like that.

Pressing your lips, you hoped your hands were cold enough to reduce the temperature of your flushed cheeks. But your efforts were to no avail. You could feel your fingers absorb the heat but you could still feel the visible presence of the warm tint on your skin. Furthermore, your heart... it was thundering against your chest.

"I... I think I'll wait outside," you murmured, suddenly craving some fresh air. You walked through the door, still able to here them within earshot.

The owner grinned, turning to find the bouquets of flowers closest to him. He bent down slightly, pointing at the different types. "They all look nice but all of them have different meanings," he started. "The Bougainvillea come from Granada symbolising beauty and peace. The red carnations and the Valencia roses represent affection and love. Lavenders are grace and serenity."

Dean leaned into the flowers, eyeing them carefully. "I'll take a combination of these two," he pointed, smiling at the amused look on the owner's face.

You chewed your lip nervously, slowly breathing in the summer air of Spain. Your heartbeat had gotten slower, thankfully. Out of your peripheral, you could seen the mop of Dean's dark blonde hair. You looked at him and then the small bouquet in his hands: Bougainvillea and Valencia roses.

"Beauty and affection," Dean murmured, pushing the flowers towards you. "Fitting for you."

Your cheeks were flushing once again, even more fiery than the last time. Your throat felt dry. You weren't sure what to say. "I... um."

"Just take it," Dean laughed quietly, taking in your flustered state. He stepped forward, pressing the bouquet into your hands.

Your breath hitched, in fact it ceased to exist as or a moment, you felt as though time itself had stopped. He was so close to you, you could faintly feel his breath as he towered of you. You could feel his hand raise, fingers lightly grazing your searing cheek.

He smiled, stepping back, blue eyes still on you. "Linda." Cute.

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"Am I going to have to ban you from your phone?" Isabella queried, amused at the way you were smiling at your screen while you walked towards the stadium for her oh so precious football match.

You gave her a pointed look, rolling your eyes while you turned off your phone. "No, you don't," you maintained, eyeing the floods of white shirts amongst the blue and red.

"So how are you and your mystery loverboy?" She asked, showing her ticket to the staff official outside the doors.

Isabella had caught wind of a change in you almost instantly. It was like you were a different person entirely. Humming while you studied out of nowhere. The weight on your shoulders lighter as you sat in your lectures daydreaming.

When she had asked about it over and over again, you had finally caved, telling her about this strange boy you had meet at work. And she absolutely positively loved it, dreamily citing, with her words exactly, "You two came out of romance novel."

Your cheeks warmed at her words. "There's nothing going on between us," you denied, also showing your ticket.

The both of you headed towards the security check, letting them do whatever they had to. A dry laugh fell from Isabella's lips, hand on her hip. "He got you flowers. He remembers your coffee order. He thinks your beautiful. And when he first saw you, he asked if he could see you again."

You sighed at the way your heart skipped a beat, still remembering that moment outside the flower store – heck it had been replaying in your mind for days. "A-Anyone can do those things," you retorted, dismissing her once again.

Isabella stared at you for a moment, thinking while she pursed her lips and nodding. "Sure," she agreed, grabbing her stuff, "but he did those things and to you."

You stayed quiet, following after her. The sound of your heart rang inside your ears. She was right. Even if you hated to admit it. After Dean had brought you those flowers, your friendship had taken a different turn. It was like he could confidently compliment you without feeling as nervous. And you could laugh freely at his stupid jokes, knowing very well no one else would ever find them as funny as you did.

Your silences together were more comfortable. Small things would remind you of him. He's send you videos of what you thought you'd like. He had even made a handmade card to motivate you for your classes, pairing it with a teddy bear.

It was strange. The world now seem to spin more. Flowers seemed more lovely to you. You would look in the mirror and find yourself smiling out of nowhere. Even the air seemed sweeter to you.

If you took a step back to look at the bigger picture, you could see Dean for who he was. He was sweet, understanding, an idiot most of the times, and walked around carefree.

Simply put, you liked him. And that excited you as much as it terrified you.

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You sat in your seat amidst rows and rows of madridistas. The flocks of white stood bright across the wave of red and blue from the culers. You had never been to a match before, though you had seen clips of it on screen. The real thing was far more surreal. Loud, full of cheers and chatter before it even started, music barely intelligible as it thundered through the speakers, and the vibrancy of the green field was striking. Banners and flags ran one with the wind, large tv screens capturing every moment.

The announcer's voice reverberate amongst the crowd, introducing each team, creating the rumble of roars as if it were a cacophony. On the screen, you could see the backs of both teams, each player holding a child's hand while they walked through the tunnel and entered the pitch. Thank God, for the screen. You could barely see anything from where you were sitting.

You watched both teams line up, chests already heaving with anticipation. The camera started with Barça, zooming in on their faces. You could recognise some faces from social media, players like Yamal and Pedri being hard to miss. But as the camera went further down the line and moved to Real Madrid, you could feel the world that was once spinning come to a halt.

Your eyes widened, breath hitched. Heart echoing in your ears under a sadder pretence this time round.

The camera had now moved past him but you could still see it clear as day.

Dean.

It was Dean.

The same hooded blue eyes. The same dark blonde hair. The same freckles you had come to admire. But dressed in white from head to toe, with the royal club crest embedded at the corner of his jacket.

Holy shit.

You watched him join his teammates clapping and greeting every player and referee before running to prepare, shrugging off his jacket, you could see the writing clearly.

Huijsen. Dean Huijsen. He was a football player.

"Oh my God," Isabella squealed next you. "It's Dean." She captured your furrowed brows and sighed, quickly remembering you were a newbie. "He signed with the team a month ago or so. He used to be in England, playing for Bournemouth. He's a really good defender."

A month ago. That was probably when you had first met him.

You said nothing, just vaguely nodding at every bit of information Isabella told you throughout the first half of the match. You just couldn't stop thinking.

You had taken out your phone, hesitantly searching Dean's name and funny enough, you had learnt more about him in ten minutes then you had in a month.

Your stomach churned, skimming the information as much as you could. His Instagram which you had never thought to ask for... it had 3.5 million followers. His dad, a former footballer player.

Chewing your lip, you fought to breathe normally. A football player. That meant cameras, no privacy, a spotlight, and worse of all, money.

Your head peeked up at the sound of the referee's whistle, indicating it was half time. Your eyes naturally fell to Dean, who moved towards the edge of the field and towards the tunnel. He couldn't see you from where you were. And for some reason you were thankful.

For the rest of the game you simply chose to watch him play. It was better than feeling the sickness swirl around in your stomach. Dean was good, like Isabella had said. She had said he was a slightly aggressive player, which surprised you. You had never seen him get angry before. He was always so... shy and sweet around you. Like he was walking on glass.

But you could see it. The desperation and annoyance written across his face as one of his teammate barrelled into an opponent, hands wailing in the air, mouth open to shout. A sore reminder that you didn't really know him.

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The game had ended with Real Madrid winning, which you supposed was good for Dean. But even as you waited for Isabella outside the bathroom, you couldn't shake off what you had now known.

You sighed, head leaning on the wall, arms folding around your cardigan. You were torn. What were you supposed to do? You liked him. But this wasn't... you weren't prepared for something like this. Hell, you were nowhere near worthy of it either.

Your head turned to a small crowd of laughter, eyes immediately zoning on the dark blonde haired boy who was smiling ear to ear, patting his teammate's back.

You could feel your heart dropped as he turned, catching you in an instant while your hand shot up, your purse covering your face. You winced, eyes clenched tightly. Shit. Shit. He hadn't seen you right?

Hesitantly, you peeked your head, lowering your purse. You spotted Dean's face and it made your chest hurt. He wasn't smiling anymore. His sleepy eyes were wide, lips parted in shock. He stepped forward, hand reaching out to you, calling out your name gently as if he was scared you were going to disappear. " I–"

Just as he did, Isabella had come out of the bathroom, not bothering to look at who was behind you as she rambled on and on about needing to get to the car park before you were stuck here forever.

You took one last dejected glance at him before following after Isabella.

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It had been a week and Dean was still reeling from the moment he had seen you after his win. The last thing he had expected that day was to see you there. But there you were.

He wanted to explain. Why he lied instead of telling the truth. But you had ceased all contact. Blocked his number. Even his Instagram that you didn't follow. And you didn't come to the café anymore. He didn't know any of your friends that he could contact. You had cut him off effectively.

He only had one last resort.

"Buenos días," he greeted as opened the door to the store, waving his hand at Rosa, who was stocking some fruits.

"Dean," she acknowledge with a warm smile, putting down an apple before walking towards him. "I saw you on TV the other day. You should've told me you played. Anyways... well done, my boy," she congratulated, patting him on the back with the gentleness of a mother.

Dean smiled tightly, stomach turning at her second sentence. "Thank you," he said earnestly, blue eyes flickering around for a familiar face.

"Looking for ___?" She asked knowingly, grin softening at his eager nod. "Wish I could help you," she sighed regretfully, "but she hasn't come to work for the past three days."

Dean furrowed his brows at the information. "Work?" He repeated, "She works here?"

Rosa also looked confused, nodding slowly. "She does. For a few months now. She also works at that small clothing store two streets down from here. Inventory or something like that."

Dean blinked in surprise. He mulled over her words, trying to piece everything together. "She does all of that and study?"

"I don't know how she does it. She even tutors some kids to earn some money. She left home to study. Her parents, my friends, they weren't too happy about it," Rosa sighed with a sad smile.

Suddenly it clicked. Why you were so secretive. All your excuses. Why you were so awkward at his house. Why you were always in this store. The look on your face when he offered to pay.

And now you knew him as a fucking footballer.

"Mierda," he swore under his breath, taking a step back. He looked down at Rosa, opening his mouth in desperation. "Do you know where she'd be right now?"

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The library. Dean didn't know how he hadn't thought of that. He supposed not having to focus on his education made him forget that you had probably spent a majority of your time there aside from work.

Dean had never stepped into a university before but the action alone had shown him a whole new world – your world. Students everywhere, few of which lightened up, recognising him quickly. He winced, pushing his cap down further to cover his face while he sped up.

His eyes flickered over the campus. He could see all the things you had described to him when you met. The fountain, the large trees, the the endless glass buildings. They were still here. But still he wondered which building you went to the most during your time here. Where your favourite class was. Where your favourite café on campus was. What class you absolutely hated.

The thought of these small things made his heart stutter. Because he had been more further away from finding those things than he had ever been. He needed to find you and explain everything. Now.

He stopped at the words written in bold across a brick building. Biblioteca de Universidad. Dean sucked in a sharp breath before going inside.

The quietness was what hit him first. The chatter was barely above a whisper, almost melding with the soft smell of books and paper. It was large, numerous floors layered with rows of desks and lamps, surrounding by years of accumulated knowledge. And there on the ground floor, you sat in the corner, headphones plugged in, eyes focused firmly on your laptop while your hand wrote down the necessary notes.

He spotted the various small snacks on your table and frowned gently. It was like you had been there for hours already, choosing to immerse yourself into studying if it helped you avoid him.

Dean tried to quiet the thrum of his heart in his ears as he walked over to you. You hadn't noticed him yet, heavily engrossed in what you were doing. Slowly, he pulled out the chair across you and took a seat, finally capturing your attention.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Dean, registering his presence while you took your headphones out of your ears. He looked pretty terrible for someone so handsome. Slightly dark eye bags, exhausted eyes, hair poking out of his cap in odd directions.

"Hey," he softly said, giving you a small wave from across the table before resting both his hands.

"H-Hi," you greeted back, eyes cautiously flickering around to see if anyone recognised him. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to talk," he simply said, shoulders shrugging and his face full of hope.

Your stomach churned at his words. You knew what he wanted to talk about. The very conversation you had been avoiding. It didn't take long for the waves of betrayal and guilt to flood your brain. "I..." you sucked in a sharp breath, "I don't think that's a good idea."

You could see the disappointment kill the hope in his eyes and you hated it. If he was angry, it might've been understandable. Yet his voice still came out soft and gentle. "Even for five minutes."

You bit your lip, carefully thinking over your options. If you didn't talk, you wouldn't know why he lied but you would also avoid bringing up anything unnecessary. If you did talk, however, you weren't sure if you'd like the outcome.

You blinked as Dean's hand reached over to cover yours, a small warmth spreading through your skin as he tightly smiled. "Please."

You caved. "Okay," you uttered out, not trusting your voice to say anything else.

Leading him outside of the library, you found an isolated corner. The both of you took a seat on the bench, taking a breath of the fresh summer air, still crisp and refreshing. You waited for him to speak, watching the clouds pass by on the blue canvas above you.

Dean quietly laughed to himself, making you look away from the sky and raise a brow at him. He sighed, smile still on his lips. "Now that we're here, I don't really know what to say," he admitted in disbelief.

You pursed your lips, rubbing your arms lightly while you looked back at the sky. "You lied," you simply stated.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He rubbed his clammy hands on the material of his shorts, heart beat picking up once again. "I did," he agreed.

"Why?" You finally queried, turning your head to him.

"Honestly?" He asked, sucking in a sharp breath of air. "Because everyone knows Dean Huijsen. But you didn't. I didn't have to feel judged around you and I liked that," he confessed, pressing his lips together.

You blinked. The guilt was gnawing at your heart again. Here Dean was talking about judgement. And it turned out you both had been worrying about the same things. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the nauseating feeling. "But you had to have known that being a footballer would change everything. The camera, the media, the spotlight–"

"Is that what you're worried about?" He interrupted with a raised brow. It wasn't in a demeaning way. In fact, the action held all the concern in the world.

"What do you mean?" You retorted, mending your own brows with confusion.

"I visited Rosa."

Your face paled while your body stilled. Shit.

"Why didn't you tell me you worked there?" Dean asked, pausing momentarily to let you answer. But when you said nothing while your cheeks heated, he sighed. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about."

You huffed with amusement, your eyes burned as they focused on the students in the distance. "How would you know? We're entirely different people. I can barely afford half of the lunches you paid for. You dine in at fancy restaurants. You live in a seven-bedroom mansion while I live in a shitty one-bedroom apartment. You don't even need to think about about looking at the price. Dean, when I'm next to you, I'm nothing."

Dean clenched his jaw at your choked voice. His chest hurt upon hearing your words. He leaned up from the bench, turning his body to face yours. He took your hands into his, capturing your attention. "I don't care about that. You're not... you're not nothing," he whispered, struggling to get those last words out without feeling disgusted.

You couldn't keeping looking into his eyes. You were scared. Scared he would see right through you. See past your glassy eyes. See your fears for what they were: the fibres of who you were. So instead you looked away again, praying the hot tears welling in your eyes wouldn't fall.

Dean swallowed, blinking rapidly. He stood up from the bench while he kept your hands within his grasp. Bending down in front of you, he ensured you could see him clearly, giving your hands a comforting squeeze. "I'm proud that you work there. Or anywhere. I might not know how you feel. But I know that when you struggle, you don't see how strong you are. You're living by yourself as a first year university student and paying for everything and yet you smile through life... if that's not strong, I don't know what is."

Dean could feel his heart breaking with every passing second, watching the rivets of tears drop and roll down your cheeks, your body shaking lightly. If he could, he would've done anything to stop you from feeling like this.

You groaned to yourself, sniffling while you removed your hands from his hold. You covered your face, voice muffled. "Esto es tan vergonzos," you sighed out, wiping the tears off your cheeks. This is so embarrassing.

"It's not," Dean reassured, hand moving to hold your face gently, thumb carefully caressing your cheek. "I'm sorry you felt this way. I wish you felt like you could've told me and I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't. And I'm so goddamn sorry I lied to you. I don't know if it's obvious or not, but I really really like you."

"Even after all of this?" You queried, breathing out slowly to calm yourself down while you met his eyes.

Dean smiled gently. "Well, since we both lied, I'd say we're even," he joked quietly, letting his chin rest on the top of your knee as he looked up at you. "But yes," he agreed, "even after all of this. If you're worried about what the others will say then forget about them. If you let them, my parents could hunt them down."

You snorted and rolled your eyes, making him grin. He adjusted his body again, leaning up straighter to smooth the creases between your brow. "But I promise you I don't care. What is it they say? For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer?" Dean queried, a quizzical look washing over his face.

You narrowed your eyes yet unable to keep your smile down. "Wedding vows already? You aren't thinking too far ahead?" You teased, poking his shoulder.

Dean smiled, reaching his hand out as a gesture. "Will you take me as your... uh," he paused, trying to think, "oh, as your universally-acknowledged boyfriend?"

Your heart fluttered as it usually did around him. You took his hand and grinned and you could've sworn for a moment Dean had malfunctioned. "I do."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[moronkombat]

im so thirsty. i need a yandere Havik headcanon, pretty please.

I decided to combine these because you just can't have Havik without yandere sorry

tw: yandere, afab pronouns, dubcon/noncon, somnophilia

Havik came across her by chance. He met her while working under Quan Chi and it took but just one look at her for Havik to decide she would be his

She a princess, a figure of order and authority. How beautiful it would be to crush her and mold her into an agent of destruction

Havik can hardly contain his excitement, tongue licking his lips in wanting but he must wait

There are no words shared between them but his obsession with the beautiful princess grows and festers

Oh so pretty you are in that dress, so regal with that crown...how wonderful it will be to break it after destroying her

A princess of Outworld reduced to chaos and anarchy by his hand? That would make for a beautiful song yet he must keep waiting

Though the wait is killing him and he wants a taste of this precious princess, Havik just cannot help himself

He slips something vile into her drink at dinner and lurks in the shadows as it begins to take hold of her

The poor princess is feeling oh so ill and must be brought back to her room and Havik begins his pursuit

Posing as a guard he is able to sneak into the princess' room where she lie fast asleep

Of course she would be. Havik wouldn't have used that poison if he wanted her awake right now. That would be his preference but it this will do for now

Crawling atop her, she a snake and she a subdued mouse. His mouth waters as his eyes drink up her helpless state

Hands grope and fondle her beautiful breasts and thighs and soon he is hard and wanting

Her thin nightgown is hiked up and soon his tongue is plunged into hot and sticky depths

The taste of her so sweet and pure, he laps it all up again and again while she makes cute little whimpering noises in her sleep

Such pretty sounds, such music to his ears. What would she sound like screaming? He can hardly wait to find out

Havik practically cackles as he fishes his hard and ready length form his pants and spreads her legs further apart

Oh? It seems he fits so perfectly between them, how is this not meant to be?

There's a tight resistance for a moment and Havik feels such a rush knowing this little princess an untouched flower

He is quick to change that, engulfed by a tightness oh so good he could finish right there but he doesn't

Havik is panting and grunting over her as he violates her without her even knowing a thing

She's so warm and grips him so nicely, this little princess is so perfect. So perfect just for him

A wild animal takes over him, his thrusts brutal and feral. He whispers to her "I love you, I love you, little princess. You love me too, right? Yeah, you love me alright"

His cock throbs so painfully, he needs to finish but where oh where? His tongue runs along the shell of her hear "You wanna have my baby, don't you? A princess having a slave's baby? Heh, yeah that'd be pretty great"

Havik fills her womb to the absolute brim, staying inside her as to not let a drop spill

He'd clean her up, making it seem as if nothing happened and then slip away into the night

The days carry on per usual and Quan Chi and Shang Tsung's plan it just about to bloom

Soon Havik will take her again, this time with her awake and alert and he will bring her to his wonderful ruined home where he will keep her as his beautiful little princess pet

There's been whispers that the princess has been feeling...rather ill throughout the day and Havik cannot help but wonder if his seed has taken root already

[givemedamage]

oooooooghgh im a little flower, im so thirsty, i need more bush art... please... bush art...

you’re a WHAT

[rapidhighway]

heyyy rec some songs to me??? :)))) i like rock, alt rock, space rock an stuff, ive been starting to like metal, but i like the mother mothers and stuff as well... electronic? idkkkkk

[c-atjams]

the dragonspine update was so cool.. 

[royaltied]

mister jin please ur manners

maybe if you called me back i’d have manners to mind in the first place??? 

[omgjumin]

Hello!

I was wondering if you could do Nsfw HC'S for saeren (Ray/Unknown)

Plz im a thirsty simp for this pretty bitch

sorry this took forever writers block was beating my ass so hard lately but here we go.

also p.s. i haven't done saeran's route at all, only v's lol, so this might be ooc

personally i think once saeran has been able to trust you and himself and recover from the mental abuse is when he'll start showing more affection

and you respected that, he needed the well spent time with saeyoung while recovering however

once he was able to trust himself again, he was able to accept affection from you and love it

he didnt know he was could crave your touch and simple affections as much as he does now

the way you would lean in and softly kiss him like he was most prettiest delicate flower there was

the way you would run your fingers through his hair as if he was a mere puppy in need of love

but the more you did these actions the more his mind wandered. what would it feel like if you were to pull on his hair, scream out his name in pure bliss, make out with him like there's no care in the world.

and so to bluntly state it, saeran is a sub. yeah.

he has no experience whatsoever, so he was quite hesitant to start getting intimate with you

however when you guided him, showed him what to do, and took control of everything, he lost it at all

he wanted to be your pretty little sub, wanted to everything he could to please you

but that goes without saying,

saeran's a brat. with a mean streak

saeran will tease you relentlessly, pushing your buttons continuously, and calling you degrading names

as if you couldn't flip the tables and fuck his brain out

saeran lives for your mean dom side

it took you a lot of convincing from him that he could handle it, the harsh tone of your voice, the punishments, everything, he could take it

so once you start experimenting with him, he loves it

but what saeran has yet to come to the realization of is that he might enjoy being the dominant too

but thats for a later day, saeran loves being your sub and a brat.

[borathae]

SIBIIII IM THIRSTY FOR BABYBOY TAE 🥺🥺🥺 give me something even if it's a little pLEASE

Okay so

babyboy!Tae who misses his Dom like crazy whenever they aren't home

babyboy!Tae who keeps sending cute texts to his Dom telling them just how much he wants them to be home with him

babyboy!Tae who then spends the rest of the afternoon getting pretty for them and who will order takeout for dinner so his Dom doesn't have to be hungry once they come home

babyboy!Tae who decorates the dining table with flowers and candles and giggles at the thought of showing it to his Dom

babyboy!Tae who greets his Dom by hugging them tightly and whining about how much he missed them

babyboy!Tae who will rub your feet as you eat and he will listen to you talk about your day

babyboy!Tae who prepared your favourite dessert for you while he kneels between your legs and gives you head under the table

babyboy!Tae who gets so needy and wet from giving head that he soaks through his briefs and who will beg for you to play with him because "he was such a good babyboy for you"

babyboy!Tae who will giggle and squirm the entire time you play with him

babyboy!Tae who will cum so hard that all he can do is cry out a weak little "Mommy/Daddy!" and who will instantly follow it up with "thank you, thank you, thank you!"

babyboy!Tae who wants to suck on your fingers for aftercare while you play with his hair and keep calling him your "cutest babyboy"

[flowered-mp3]

burn - im changkyun

pairing: demon changkyun + female reader

genre: modern greek mythology/flower-(ed) au, smut (yeahhhh!), fluff, angst

word count: 6.3k+

warnings: spoilers for my flower-(ed) series (read it before this), explicit sexual content, cursing, oral (m+f), hair-pulling kink, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t do it irl unless u want children lol), usage of magic during sex lmao (with consent) 

summary: never did he ever believe that a demigod could make him burn like this...

author’s note: i you guys asked for it, and now i will deliver the demon kyun filth that i you wanted lmao. i tried to go for a good mix of filthy smut but also soft (my brand lol). also yes this is set during flower-(ed), between pt 2 and 3 (you know, at that part haha) and if you haven’t read it yet, i recommend that you do! i also wrote it in from kyun’s pov this time around. it’s not what i’m used to but it was an interesting challenge! i also listened to no limit and the dreaming religiously when writing this... please scream about ur fav songs on those albums in my inbox!

p.s. i planned this to be 2k but it escalated very quickly (as always). ok i hope y’all like this creation born from my very thirsty kyunbebe brain byeeeee

[library] [monsta x library] [flower-(ed) series] 

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Changkyun normally isn’t like this.

And by this, he means utterly shameless, impatient, and loud.

He’s fucking ancient but somehow someway, you have him smiling and giggling like he’s never done before, barely managing to drag you back to his chambers without hitting anything. But he did manage to run into Soonyoung on his way out of the library with you in his arms, shit-eating grin plastered all over his smug little demigod face. Normally, he would be annoyed. But not now.

Not when he’s half-dressed and you’re in between his widened thighs, kneeling for him with your pretty lips wrapped around his length, taking him in your throat like you’re meant for it.

You’re truly wasting no time in pleasuring him; swallowing him down, relaxing your throat, and taking as much as you can of him before constricting around his length with a swallow. He can feel your hot breath against the base of his cock and it makes him squeeze his eyelids shut, teeth chewing at his bottom lip in an attempt to rein in his moans.

Just when Changkyun thinks that he’s succeeding in doing so, he chokes on his own saliva when the flat of your tongue presses against the underside of his shaft. The pressure in combination with the heat of your mouth has him panting for breath; he’s so fucking hard and your mouth is so wet; so warm; so willing, head bobbing up and down to a rhythm that’s becoming nearly unbearable for him. Without being fully aware, he attempts to cope with the sensation by grabbing your hair, the other shooting out to clutch at the fabric of the duvet.

“Fuck-” he growls out a curse when you decide to hallow out your cheeks, stroking him with your tightened palm as you suck at the head of his cock without care or regard for his sanity.

Unwittingly, his hips start to buck upwards into your mouth as a response, thighs twitching as his brain focuses on wanting. He doesn’t really specifically know what he wants at the moment; increased speed or pressure or what, but he just wants more. He needs your mouth to keep doing whatever you’re doing and for your tongue to trace the rim of his head just like that and fuck-

“Close,” he breathes out much harsher than he intended, head craning up to the ceiling to hide his face from you, surely overridden with wanton pleasure. He forces himself to look away from the tantalizing vision in front of him, concerned that his demon form is beginning to seep through once again. Never did he ever think that a demigod would have him lose control like this; it has him cursing Aphrodite for it.

But to his dismay, it doesn’t seem like you enjoy that very much because the hand that’s on his hip ends up moving upward, reaching for his chin to force him to look.

And look he does, eyes locking on yours as he focuses on how fucked out your expression is just from getting him off, pupils blown out as your plush lips encircle the head of his cock, sucking dirtily. The mere sight has him growling your name, jaw clenching as his fingers tighten their grip on your hair, tugging upward to pull at the roots. He doesn’t mean to do that but he catches the way that your eyelids flutter; he feels the sensation of you moaning around him.

“Should’ve known that you’d- Oh, shit-” he starts to tease you but you interrupt him when you take his length once again, swallowing as much as you possibly can before burrowing your nose to touch the base of his cock. He doesn’t know how many times that you’ve done that already but it has him trembling all the same, a deep frown manifesting on his face as he tries his best to contain himself.

Much too soon for his liking, he pulls your mouth off of him as a familiar sensation has built up, so much so that he has to stop you. Gasping in surprise, your lips leave him with a resounding pop, pouting after being interrupted.

Instead of explaining himself, he pulls you off of your knees and guides you into his lap, closing the distance between you two by wrapping his arms around your waist. You dive in for a kiss but instead, Changkyun chooses to dip his head downward, smirking when he senses the way that your breath hitches once his lips meet the sensitive skin of your neck.

As much as he wants to kiss your lips, he chooses to move elsewhere, deciding that there are other places on your body that deserve his attention. He doesn’t leave a single patch of skin untouched, peppering kisses and sucking marks until he’s satisfied with the sound of you moaning. Tempted to hear even more, his hands move from your waist to your shoulders, slowly sliding the sleeves of your dress down your arms until more skin is exposed.

Gravity prompts the bodice of your dress to fall away from your body, the fabric pooling around your waist to expose your bare torso.

And with that, Changkyun pauses just to simply stare at you in his lap; skirt bunched around your hips in such a manner that he catches the sight of your parted thighs. Next, his eyes trace your face, lingering on the height of your nose to the line of your jaw, right down to your bare breasts, nipples hardened from the air. He knows that you’re going to get bashful if he fully takes his time to appreciate the sight in front of him, so he does just that, aiming to get a reaction.

Unwittingly, you manage to fulfill his wishes by becoming very caught off guard by Changkyun’s intense gaze, his eyes dark and narrowed as he ogles you shamelessly. Surely, isn’t the first time that you’ve been seen naked in front of a man but somehow, Changkyun has the power to fluster you like no one else ever has. He doesn’t fully comprehend that he’s getting your heart to leap from the confines of your chest, causing the warmth from the back of your neck to bloom across your cheeks, all from a simple stare.

Biting your bottom lip, you peer into his eyes before responding with a pout, “Do something.”

“Hmm…” Changkyun pauses briefly to caress your bare hip, his touch lighting you aflame as he slides his palm up to splay his fingers across your ribcage, brushing the underside of your breast teasingly, “What if I wanna take my time?”

You really should’ve known that his cheeky, teasing nature would extend to the bedroom. Narrowing your eyes at him challengingly, you wrap your arms around his neck and dive in for an impassioned kiss, tongue immediately roving inside his mouth to tangle with his. Before Changkyun has a chance to get too carried away, you stop him by retracting slightly, just far enough to tempt him.

“Do. Something,” you dare, pupils dilated and boring into his, expression intense and heated. As if you’re trying to kill him, you wrap your hand around his wrist and bring his long fingers to your mouth, sucking on the digits all while looking at him straight in the eye.

His brain practically short-circuits, jaw dropping as his fingers leave your mouth with a trail of saliva. It’s absolutely fucking filthy; the way that you trail his wet fingers over your breast and down your navel, stopping only when his fingers meet your already wet core. It seems that you’re at wit’s end with his teasing, so he decides to quell your impatience for a short while.

Closing the distance between you two, he dives in for a fervent kiss, swiping his tongue at the seam of your lips. A gasp escapes you once a single finger makes its way inside your core, so he takes the opportunity to kiss you like he means it.

Changkyun is ravenous; swallowing up all of your breathy moans and meek whimpers with his lips as his thumb rubs quick circles against your clit, finger moving in and out of you. Based on the noises that you’re making; it seems to him that you’re enjoying that a lot. So, he adds a second finger and slides them to the hilt, crooking them upward with increasing pressure and speed until your thighs shake on opposite sides of his hips.

Your reaction to his ministrations makes him smirk, “Like that?”

He knows that you probably want to roll your eyes at him, to throw his cockiness back in his face like you normally would, but it looks like you’re a little preoccupied with moaning his name.

“Changkyun… Ahn-” you interrupt yourself by biting your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut when he presses the heel of his palm against your clit, simultaneously hitting that spot inside you that he knows will get you begging, “Don’t stop.”

You’re pleading against his lips in a hushed whisper, trembling above him and squeezing around his fingers, and yet, you’re not nearly as pliant and needy as he wants you.

Perhaps it’s the challenge; the defiance that he sees in your eyes that makes him essentially tackle you to the bed, removing his digits from your core before standing up, gripping your thighs to flip you over. You barely manage to blink before you find yourself on your back, head resting against the pillow with your legs parted. The smirk that begins to spread over your face when you got what you wanted becomes non-existent once Changkyun climbs on top of you, slotting his body between your parted thighs, the urge to kiss your smug expression away taking over him.

And within the craze of his incredibly aroused mind, his thoughts wander to what you asked of him earlier.

Do something.

Do you want him to do something? He’ll do more than that. He wants to strip your walls down; to render you incoherent; to steal all of your focus from the world to himself and him alone.

With that in mind, he gets to work, attaching his mouth to every single patch of bare skin that he can kiss and touch, sliding his calloused palms down your body. His movements are calculated enough to have you fed up once again, so you let out a noise of frustration. Changkyun chuckles at your evident impatience.

“Can’t wait?” he teases, gifting you with a smirk that unbeknownst to him, has you burning up at the mere sight. You open your mouth to probably give him a sassy retort but you’re silenced the second that his lips make contact with the inside of your thigh. Just to press your buttons even more, he slowly works upward until his breath fans the area that you need him the most.

Patience wearing incredibly thin, your hand shoots out to clutch at his dark hair between your legs, “I was just about to… Fuck you, Changkyun, I swear to God-”

“Don’t mention them. They might actually show up,” he jokes, causing a chuckle to bubble from your lips. However, the giggle transforms into a breathy gasp once his fingers spread your wet folds apart, his breath teasing you until he decides to gently slide his tongue into your core.

The motion is simple but your hips twitch regardless, prompting him to throw your legs over his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your thighs and over your navel, bunching your skirt around your hips to keep the fabric out of his way. Using his strength to keep your movement to a minimum, he envelops his mouth around your very sensitive nub, suckling on it softly.

Changkyun can definitely hear you enjoying that but he’s very keen to visualize it. So, he keeps his lips wrapped around your clit as he slides his fingers back inside you, wasting no time in setting a pace that has you writhing and fighting against his grasp.

You look so pretty like this, he muses as he eats you out like you deserve, barely noticing the filthy wet sounds that are coming from his mouth as he does so. All he can focus on is the sight of your facial features overridden with wanton pleasure, one hand gripping at the sheets while you bite the other desperately.

The vision should be a fantasy based on how salacious it is. You’re so fucking needy and it’s truly a spectacle for his eyes; it has him so aroused that he’s grinding his hardness into the mattress for any semblance of relief. But as perfect as it is, there’s something missing.

Your hand is muffling all of the noises that are leaving your lips, and that isn’t something that Changkyun favours at all. He’s craving to hear all of the pretty sounds from before, so his mouth and his fingers leave your cunt, causing you to huff in disappointment and frustration. But before you can get all mouthy on him, he dips downward to close the distance between your lips. By the time he pulls away with a nip on your bottom lip, all expression of annoyance fades away from your face.

“Take your dress off for me,” he whispers before trailing his hand across your jaw, gripping at your chin to direct you to meet his gaze. You look completely fucked out already, pupils dilated and eyes glassed over, urging him to tease you more, “Quickly. I don’t think that you want to keep me waiting, do you?”

Changkyun smirks at you and unbeknownst to him, it’s absolutely fatal to your sense of pride. It’s almost hilarious how quickly you obey his wishes, sitting up to unravel the ribbon that cinches your dress around your waist. Once the offending fabric is loosened, you slide the dress down your legs until you’re laid bare for him, leaning back to rest the back of your head against the cushiony pillow. You pull out the pins that hold your updo together, causing the silky tresses to fan out on the fabric gracefully.

You’re not even trying to get to him but everything you’ve been doing tonight has Changkyun’s heart leaping out of his chest; he isn’t used to this kind of response with any of his previous lovers. You really are special to him it seems, but he still can’t quite pinpoint why, even when he’s unfastening his trousers in front of you.

Since Changkyun remains a little preoccupied with his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the way that you’re ogling his lean, muscled body, tracing his broad chest, toned arms, and chiseled abdomen, all the way down to his cock standing proud between the legs. The way that the sight of it leaves you aching to have him inside; it’s nothing short of shameless. Even as you admire Changkyun’s body, he doesn’t catch the fact that he’s leaving you waiting.

“Am I boring you?” you ask him with a pout, feigning innocence. It shocks him out of his inner monologue effectively, causing a deep chuckle to bubble out from his lips.

“Never,” Changkyun responds with a smile after leaning down for a kiss on the corner of your mouth, much more chaste than the activities that he has in mind for the remainder of the night. Resting his palm against the fullness of your cheek, he strokes at the skin softly, admiring you wordlessly once again. You close your eyes and subconsciously lean into his touch as a response, sighing out in content. For the nth time tonight, the simplest things that you do make him unravel.

“How do you want me?” he asks in a hushed, deep voice. Your eyelids flutter open when he asks that question, meeting his eyes almost quizzically. It makes Changkyun laugh quietly; he didn’t initially think that you would put this much genuine thought into how he should fuck you. You remain in thought until finally, you press your palm against his chest.

Changkyun’s eyes widen marginally at your decision, taken aback when you give him a forceful push, his back hitting his mattress with a dull thump. He was more than willing to do all of the work; to have his way with you. But that doesn’t look to be your intention at the moment, given the fact that you’re climbing on top of him and throwing your legs over his hips, resting your pussy right on the underside of his length.

He thought that you were impatient before but apparently, that was all a ruse because now, you’re taking your sweet, sweet time. It’s incredibly aggravating to him; how slowly you’re grinding down on him, gliding your wet folds up and down his cock as you moan softly…

Changkyun almost regrets his teasing from before because it seems that you’re looking to return the favour. He curses when he feels how fucking warm and wet you are against him, barely maintaining the ability to control himself. It’s torture to have you rub the flushed head of his cock at your entrance, goading him on. If he’s not careful, he might lose control and his power may activate, causing his demon form can make an appearance again.

He’s not sure if he’s ready for that; to have you see him in his true form again.

But there’s no time to think about that; not when you finally, finally, decide to slide the head of his cock inside you, slowly taking him to the hilt. The mere feeling of your tight walls enveloping him has his eyelids slipping shut, a heavy exhale escaping his lungs as he tries to focus on keeping it together.

“Look at me,” you ask, bringing your palm to his cheek to stroke his skin affectionately. Your voice is gentle; your touch tender, how can he deny your request?

So, bit by bit, he opens his eyes to meet yours staring right back at him, his jaw clenching and eyelids fluttering when you start to move your hips up and down, up and down, up and down. The pace that you’re setting is slow and leisurely; almost lazy, but so, so deep. You mewl every single time his cock bottoms out inside you, so he lifts his head just to watch.

And boy, he isn’t disappointed by the sight.

The scene that plays out in front of his eyes is lascivious; unquestionably lewd and vulgar. He wants to memorize the way that you look on top of him right now, watching his cock slide in and out of your tight heat; your palms pressing down on his abdomen as you gyrate your hips and moan with your brows furrowing in wanton pleasure.

Craving more, Changkyun glides his palms over your bare thighs before grasping at your hips, trying to urge you to increase your pace. In response, your hands leave his navel to wrap around his own. Instead of keeping them there, you peel off his hands one by one before pinning them above his head with one hand, limiting his ability to move. Changkyun’s eyes widen in surprise as you lean over his body, thinking that it’s cute that you believe that you can control him like this. Your assertion is incredibly arousing but he knows that he could easily overpower you; he’s an immortal demon after all, but he can see how much you’re enjoying this.

Perhaps, he should indulge you, just for a little while.

Your hips continue to move slowly, which makes him believe that you’re just doing this to tease him like before. Alternatively, he’s proven wrong when he assesses your body language.

Your thighs are shaking on opposite sides of his hips as you ride him, nails digging into the skin on his wrist as you chew at your bottom lip, hard enough that he’s scared that you might draw blood. The sounds that you’re making are little weak whimpers and hushed moans, causing alarms to ring in his head.

“Are you ok?” he asks, concerned over your apparent discomfort. However, you nod instead, squeezing your eyes shut before moving a little faster.

“I’m more than ok,” you start with a smile, “It’s just… Ah-” your continued response is interrupted with a breathy gasp when he snaps his hips upward, apparently hitting a spot that makes you quiver above him.

“It’s just been a while and uhm… Oh… F- Fuck me- ” your sentence is broken off with another well-aimed thrust from him, “You’re not exactly small either.”

Oh, he collects, the new information making him very smug. He wants to make a cocky remark but your body is starting to move with heightening intensity, the action pushing his egotistical statement to the back of his mind. The increased enthusiasm of your movements has him gritting his teeth but he still wants more. Luckily for him, he senses that you’re getting tired.

“Need some help?” he questions mockingly, immediately pleased when you nod in permission. Your grip on his wrists loosens up and Changkyun takes advantage of the opportunity as quickly as he can. Within the blink of an eye, he sits up and grabs at the back of your thighs, allowing his upper torso to press against your breasts. He grants a brief pause to connect his lips to yours, giving you a second to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. A groan manages to slip from his lips when your fingers thread into his hair, pushing him harder against you, moving your mouth against him in a manner that’s a little rougher until gradually, the kiss turns frenzied and frantic.

Within the chaos, Changkyun somehow manages to throw you onto your back, leaving your impassioned lip-lock to nip at your earlobe before asserting in a hoarse voice, “Turn around.”

He pulls away from your embrace just far enough for his length to slip out from inside, allowing you to move on to your hands and knees. Crude satisfaction takes over him once he notices the speed at which you heeded his command. He has permitted you to have your fun. Maybe it’s time for him to experience the same.

With your bare back exposed to him, he slides his palm from your ass up to the back of your neck, fingers tracing every single vertebra of your spine before pushing your upper torso into the mattress. Your body gives out to his wishes so he rewards you with a single kiss to a patch of skin just underneath your earlobe.

“So pretty,” he whispers into your ear, observing the way that your entire body shudders at the praise. It makes him smirk; the fact that you have a bit of a praise kink, so he stores that information in his mind for use at a later time. Your impatience is beginning to make a reappearance based on the fact that you’re canting your ass backward, so he quells your neediness by slipping back inside. Sheathing himself to the hilt with a swift snap of his hips, you moan out for him again, the sound just as sweet as the first time he heard it tonight.

Bracing one hand beside your head with the other gripping at your hip, Changkyun throws away the slow speed that you set earlier, replacing it with a pace that makes your entire body jolt underneath him.

You feel absolutely incredible, so much so that he can’t help but amplify the intensity of his thrusts to the point where you’re trembling, gasping out every time that he bottoms out. Just to experiment with a different position, he hovers further up your body by propping his knee off of the mattress, gaining some leverage before changing the angle. He drives himself downward and your reaction is more dramatic than he would’ve imagined.

Your back arches sharply as a response, shamelessly moaning expletives in a manner that should only be described as pornographic. Not only are you appreciating the new angle, but Changkyun is as well.

Somehow or another, your pussy manages to get even tighter and wetter with each plunge of his cock at this angle. Everything is becoming overwhelming; his senses are overloaded by the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock and the sound of you moaning his name for the entire residence to hear. There’s no turning back at this point because suddenly, instinct is telling him to experience every bit of skin-on-skin contact as possible. So, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls your upper body towards his chest, pressing your back against his torso as he continues to fuck into you. He starts to bite and suck marks into your shoulder, just because he’s compelled to do so.

Then, for some reason, your entire body tenses up as your hand shoots upward to clutch at his hair forcefully, the sound of a high-pitched whine reaching his ears.

“Are you? Oh my- Changkyun, holy fuck-” you ramble mindlessly, throwing your head back to rest against his shoulder, panting through the sentence as if you’re struggling to translate the phrase from your brain into speech. You become practically catatonic underneath his body, moving him to look at himself in the mirror in front of you two.

And what he sees is shocking.

For starters, your face is contorted, overtaken with mind-numbing pleasure. But for him, golden pupils in a sea of pitch black are staring back at him. Instantly, he acknowledges that his demon form has crept past the gates of self-control, familiar swirling tattoos and grey skin emerging from the nape of his neck.

He’s using his power on you right now, and he failed to notice.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, regrets washing over him when he realizes that he couldn’t control himself. To make matters even worse, he did that without your permission. Mortified, he chooses to remove himself from your body in order to stop himself from going any further. But to his surprise, you halt him by turning around and pulling him back on top of you, spreading your legs to allow his hips to slot against your own.

“Don’t stop,” you plead with him, meeting his eyes filled with awe, “Don’t hide from me. Please.”

He freezes up on the spot.

Your eyes dart across his face before resting your palm onto his jaw, softly caressing his cheek with your thumb, likely searching for a response from him.

It’s so simple, really. All you’re doing is accepting him for the man that he really is. But it’s the way that you’re gazing into his eyes; ardently affectionate and tender; pupils piercing through his cold and icy exterior to the point where his nerves are left raw and exposed. His mind essentially shuts down; it’s as if he can physically experience the protection of his immortality crumble away with each glance from you to the point where he’s…

Vulnerable.

He went into this to satisfy a base, carnal need. Yes, he’s attracted to you; it’s only natural. It’s also safe to say that you likely wanted the same. Yet, an unfamiliar feeling begins to rise in his chest at the notion. The sensation is nearly painful but for some reason, it dissipates, yet burns even brighter with the small smile that you give him.

He doesn’t understand it, but he nods regardless.

Perhaps, with you, he can learn to understand.

Changkyun leans into your touch fondly, subconsciously sighing out before grasping at your wrist to slowly peel your hand off of his cheek. He curls your fingers into your palm before softly connecting your knuckles to his lips, “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nod in compliance before he leans down to capture your lips with a kiss, much more innocent in comparison to what you two were doing before.

At least, it started that way. Once he grasped at the base of his length and coaxed himself back into your heat, that single chaste kiss escalated very quickly. Everything that you’re doing is making him lose control; the way that you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm; the gratifying sensation of your walls tightening around him every single time he bottoms out; the feeling of your soft skin brushing against the hard lines of his body.

“Let go,” he hears you tell him, barely managing to whisper through his kisses, rapidly increasing in passionate fervor with each and every connection of his lips against yours. Changkyun groans out when you repeat the request again, emphasizing your need by mouthing at his neck, staining his skin once again with blooming red marks.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he nods vehemently before coaxing your legs further up his waist and planting his hands on both sides of your head, fulfilling your desire with a rough snap of his hips. Immediately, you cry out, eyelids squeezing shut as your hands blindly shoot out to grapple at his shoulders needily. Such an earnest response only urges him to move faster; harder; deeper; until he ultimately has you where he’s wanted since the beginning of the night.

You’re thoroughly ruined, pleading for him to never stop, pussy squeezing his cock to madness as you moan his name brokenly, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulls you into a world of slick and passionate fucking.

“Use it,” you beg him, reaching beside your head to lift his hand from the sheets beside your ear, “Please. I need it.”

Utterly desperate, Changkyun abides by pressing his palm against your décolleté, succumbing to his basal instincts by surrendering himself to the way you make him feel. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing anything at first; after all, he’s never allowed himself to just let go, but your body language definitely confirms it.

Any reservations that he had before are thrown away when your jaw drops open in a silent scream from the feeling of Changkyun’s power seeping through your body and subconscious. He hisses when your nails dig into his skin before a single arm moves to wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his dark hair as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He never thought to use his power on you in this manner but the reaction that you’re giving him is nothing short of satisfying.

“Close,” you breathe out abruptly, biting your bottom lip as your thighs begin to tremble. Your legs are starting to bind around his waist, so he moves his other hand from the sheets to your ankle, throwing one leg over his shoulder before shifting his angle, forcing your thighs open with a press of his calloused palm.

Before you have a chance to complain about his halted rhythm, he doubles down and pounds into you harder, resuming his previous pace while growling out words of unfiltered, explicit praise.

“You’re so beautiful,” he starts, head dipping down to your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple before giving it a bite, “So fuckin’ pretty for me,” he continues, the praise gifting him with a sound of a delirious moan and the sight of you keening underneath him. Changkyun smirks again and unperceived by him, has you absolutely wrecked.

“Want you to be good and come for me,” he adds on, not even realizing that the words even left his mouth. He’s trying his best to remain unfazed, but he’s quickly becoming just as raptured and frenzied as you are. By chance, he peers into your eyes to see himself in the reflection of your irises, catching the view of his golden eyes staring back at him, half his face overtaken with shale grey skin and swirling black tattoos. He has no idea why you’re ok with seeing him like this but the doubt is pushed away once your eyelids slip closed, nodding frantically as whimpers and cries continue to leave your lips.

“Fuck…” you curse within a feverish whine, slowly opening your eyes to see him staring right back into yours as he attempts to string your words together, “I… Hah- Good, just for you…”

As if you couldn’t get even more tantalizing, you do, a carnal, possessive satisfaction flowing through him the second that the phrase leaves your lips. Changkyun has no idea how you do it; how you manage to elicit such a response from him like no one else ever has.

It only takes a couple more drives into your cunt before your back arches off of the mattress dramatically, crying out in ecstasy as your orgasm crashes into you. Your thighs tense as you clamp around his cock, clawing at his back; the sheets; the headboard, anything that will keep you grounded as your entire body trembles underneath him.

A low growl of a pet name escapes him at the sight, “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

He barely manages to utter that litany of praises before he pulls himself out and quickly strokes himself to completion, spending himself over your navel as a deep, guttural groan bubbles out from his lips. His hips twitch almost violently as he shudders above you, arms eventually giving out to the sheer level of pleasure that takes over his body.

By the time you both come to, your audible, shared pants for oxygen become apparent. You both remain unmoving, relishing in the warmth of your bodies still connected to each other; basking in the sound of your synchronized breathing until at long last, Changkyun hauls himself off of your body and flops beside you gracelessly. Throwing the back of his hand over his eyes, he attempts to slow his breathing down. He can barely process how unbelievably good that was, and a single glance at you has him believing that you’re experiencing the same level of astonishment.

Similarly, you’re exhausted, naked body glistening with sweat as your chest moves up and down with each gulp for oxygen, lungs heaving for breath. A disbelieving scoff leaves your lips before a smile spreads across your face, morphing into a giggle sounding so sweet that Changkyun’s heart swells with affection.

“I take it that you’re satisfied?” he asks, grinning once he sees you nod dazedly. Wrapping his arm around your frame, he twists onto his side before reaching for your waist, coaxing your satiated body towards him. He dives in and captures your lips with a warm kiss, moaning huskily when you respond with equal fervor, tongue swiping against his. His breath hitches when you push him onto his back, sliding on top of him as you continue your ardent lip-lock.  

Your pliant body and soft skin motivate him to caress whatever he can touch, palms roving your thighs before sliding upward to clutch at your ass, guiding you to roll your hips on top of him. You reply to him with a breathy gasp against his lips, pulling away with a shake of your head.

“Next time,” you promise him before forcing your body off of his, stumbling across the room to search for his robe that you’re so used to seeing him wear. Eventually, you find it on a hook across from the bed, so you throw it on before fastening the ties around your waist.

“Did I tire you out too much, pretty girl?”

You tense up instantly at the pet name, making Changkyun chuckle in amusement when you respond toothlessly, “Shut up.”

You’re adverting your gaze from him as you speak, snapping your head to the side. Your bashfulness pushes him to leave the bed as well, waltzing over to you to grab another robe from the same hook. You still stubbornly refuse to meet his eyes, so he gently grasps at your chin, gesturing for you to face him. Luckily, you abide him, enticing him to give you a chaste peck to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m just teasing,” he tries to explain himself, stroking his thumb against your chin affectionately.

“I know,” you pout, reaching out to press your palm against his exposed chest. Peering into his eyes, Changkyun gets choked up by the tenderness of your gaze, beaming with admiration.

If only you knew. If only you could comprehend the sheer power that you now hold over him.

He should tell you. But the second that the possibility enters his mind, he pushes it away, instead choosing to interlace his fingers with yours, tugging you in the direction of the bath.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Bath. I don’t think that you want to sleep in my bed like this, all sticky and sweaty.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Unless you don’t want to sleep in my bed… You’re welcome to make other arrangements if-”

“No. I’ll sleep in your bed.”

Changkyun tries to hide a smile from you.

“Good.”

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Changkyun doesn’t really need to sleep. Never has. It isn’t necessary for his work or his survival but yet, he’s here, just waking up to the sight of your face deep in slumber, expression soft and unhindered.

He doesn’t know what urges him to do this but his hand can’t help but reach out for your face, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear to expose your cheek and jaw. 

This is incredibly uncharacteristic for him; he knows this, but an unfamiliar rush of attachment and fondness still courses through his heart for the nth time since meeting you. Somehow, he starts to build up a scenario in his mind where you would be torn away from his life. The world crumbling around him pales in comparison to the thought of losing you; he’s starting to think about the notion so much to the degree that panic is about to set in. That is, until you stir and your eyes slowly open up to meet his.

“Good morning,” you mumble groggily, giving him a half-lidded, brilliant smile.

Then, suddenly, his mind stills, and everything is right in the world.

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[starwarsfan2004]

This is somewhat of a master list i suppose, here are the chapters in order if you haven't read them the links are 🌌 if you want to go to that chapter.

Listen up there will be nsfw in some of the chapters in different crossover fandoms if your not a fan of nsfw then i advise you to skip to the next chapter, please i dont want any minor on my chapters experiencing such rash behaviour,

If you see this ❤ that indicates that there will be NSFW in said chapter.

This masterlist will be updated regularly!

Summary:

💚= W.I.P

🧡= What's to come in the future

❤= NSFW

💜= Already published or finished

Red TexT= warnings

Blue Text= The author's small update on things

White or black text= There is no development and its been already worked out

Star wars:

Darth vader x Female reader

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 1 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 2 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 3 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 4 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 5 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 6 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 7 🌌

Held by the amts of a sith || chapter 8 🌌

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 9

Held by the arms of a sith || chapter 10

Note there will be a sequel for "held by the arms of a sith" and "She's my little flower", THERE WILL BE MORE THAN 10 CHAPTERS SO YAY!!- err i mean yes there will be more to come for you al haha..

Kylo ren x Female reader

She's my little flower || chapter 1 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 2 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 3 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 4 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 5 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 6 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 7 🌌

She's my little flower || chapter 8

She's my little flower || chapter 9

She's my little flower || chapter 10

Helluva boss:

Reader x any character

The title/titles will depend on the request that you seek of like you want a blitzo x reader or a stolas x reader for example, however there wont be any sequels for any if the characters unless i change my mind in the future

Demon slayer:

slayer or demon x reader

Its the same with helluva boss but im unsure of a sequel so again this all depends on the request and future changes.

Deep rock galactic: reader x any dwarf class

"Get your head in gear!", "Take a discipline whale piper!", "This is thirsty work.." and "Mind if i shield you?" all of these titles are based on the four dwarfs of deep rock but beware there will be alot cursing, gore, fear of bugs, spiders and guns blazing.

Paladins:

Reader x any character

Same storie with helluva boss and maybe a sequel to it.

Hide & Seek:

In this story you will witness a fantasy world of ancient times where witches were seen as unholy and that the entities of the land of Castillas was filled with hidden mysteries..

Chapter 1: "The beginning" Chapter 2: "The boneless friends" Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10:

[saturnsstufff]

howdy, i’m here to help feed all my fellow techno simps. with that being said, techno x reader, but ranboo asks them to babysit michael 🥺🥺 im thinking a walk through the forest together and Michael keeps picking flowers for techno and the reader. and when they get back, reader goes to fix some lunch, but when it’s done techno is asleep on the couch with a little michael on his chest— just the thought of that makes me so soft

also if it isn’t already taken, can i please be 🤠 anon? i love your writing btw <3

You all are hitting me with dad techno and im so fucking in love, its such a weak point i swear. Also of course you can!! Welcome to the cult!! And thank you so much sweet pea🥺🖤🖤

Technoblade- Babysitter

   Living in the Tundra was amazing. You had your lover, his friend, and even a neighbor Enderboy. It wasn't hectic or loud, rather instead it was always quiet and cold. The only heat coming from the lit fireplaces. Even visitors were sparse.

   So as you can imagine, well making breakfast, the last thing you expected to hear was a couple of knocks. Of course being in the middle of making French toast, your hands were a bit full of egg.

   "Come in!" You called out, quickly trying to wipe your hands free of the remaining egg. When you stepped out into the living room you were slightly shocked to see the Enderboy Ranboo with a small Child in his arms.

   "Oh hi (y/n), Sorry to interrupt you. I was uhm- just curious if Technoblade or Philza was around." He held the little boy close to his chest as he shifted his weight the movements obviously very protective.

   "Tech's up in the bath right now, and Phil's on a mining trip hon. Is there anything I can do for you?" You watched as Ranboo's ears drooped a bit. His thoughts collecting up.

   "Mining trip... right... right-" the Enderboy looked to you. "You uhm.. your familiar with Piglin behavior right?" You smiled a bit more.

"Of course Ranboo. I married a Brute" he went pink a moment before glancing away in embarrassment. He must have forgotten Techno was a Hybrid.

   "Right.. right...- Well you see I have to go with Tubbo and do some mining. Foolish is building around our house right now, so we don't have a babysitter... I uhm- k-know that Phil, and Technoblade are familiar with Michael's species so... I was kind of hoping they were free..." you nodded slowly to his words.

   "Well Phil's a tad busy, but Techno and I were planning on staying home all day. We can watch him if you would like" you said softly, watching the Enderboy's face light up.

   "That would be perfect- I would really appreciate it" his thankful tone coming through. He set his son down carefully. Watching the small Piglin child look about the room in wonder.

   "He’s got that curious look Tubbo gets" You mused. Ranboo chuckled gently.

   "Mhm! Yep!- Ok Michael I'm going to go ok?" You watched as Ranboo kneeled down, trying to be eye-level with his son. "This is (y/n) their going to be watching you, be good ok?" You watched as his little boy nodded. Ranboo smiled gently and gave his son a hug before standing. "Thank you (y/n) it really means a lot..." you smiled softer and nodded.

   "Of course Ranboo... Anything to help, best of luck on the mining trip" you waved to the tall boy as he stepped back out into the tundra. Leaving you with the small Piglin toddler.

   "Techno is up in the bath right now bud, are you hungry at all?" You asked, watching Michael turn to you. He gave a small nod. "Want to help me cook breakfast?" He gave a small nod again so you offered your hand to him, letting his small hand take it.

When Techno finally walked down the steps he was easily surprised. The last thing he expected to see was his lover with a child on the counter. Well you happily ate with Michael, you turned when you herd tech.

“heh?” his face shown how baffled he was with the moment. “Darling when you asked for a baby I didn't think it worked that quickly” you giggled gently at his side comment. 

“Ranboo dropped him off, It’s his son. He just asked if we could watch him, he’s a Piglin like you” Techno’s brow lifted in question as he strolled over. You watched the adorable scene play out in front of you. Techno sat looking down at the little Piglin boy. His face didn't convey anger or over joy, he looked a bit uninterested.

“I see...” Leaving the conversation at that, Tech simply rested his hand on the boys head. Patting it gently before he looked for a clean plate.

The morning was quite simple really. Techno kept on with his daily things with a small shadow following. Of course if Michael needed anything he just came to you about it. But it was very obvious that Techno was much more interesting and appealing then you in his mind.

When Tech made comments about leaving to the nearby village, you offered the idea that he should take Michael with him. With some loose grumbling the two left. You could tell Tech enjoyed having a child around the house, the small new change was warmly welcomed.

Maybe it meant it was time to ask techno for one of your own.

When the boys came back you at first didnt hear them. To be fair your book was really good, so it didnt suprise Tech too much when you didnt hear the door.

When Techno saw your occupied behavior he simply set the little toddler down. Whispering for him to run over and suprise you. With a quick happy nod Micheal ran over to you.

When you herd the little patter of hooves you subconsciously put your book down. Smiling brightly when you saw Tech. Of course you couldn't miss Michael either. Your heart could have melted on sight. Michael was proudly standing infront of you with a handful of wild flowers. The thing that made it even more adorable was how he slightly puffed his chest out.

"Awh Michael... are those for me?" You kindly asked, your hand gently outstreched to take them. As a responce you herd a quiet 'oink'. Techno's soft smile never faltered well he watched. When you took the flowers you couldn't help but gently hug the little boy.

"We saw them and Thought of you" Techno said well walking over. He sat next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as a show of love. "Micheal had fun, he was playing with some of the cat's well I traded" your hand rested on Technos leg, a soft sign of your gentle affection for him.

When you let Michael go he was all smiles. Of course he wanted to join the affection huddle tech and you had going, so he climbed his way up into Tech's lap. All three of you relaxed into the couch, letting the warm fire mesmerize you both into a soft state of comfort.

After a while you did end up departing from Techno's arms. It was nearly dinner, and you didn't feel like sending Michael home on a empty stomach. So well the boys relaxed in the other room, you mixed up somthing quick.

By the time it was done, you went to retrieve the boys, but instead you were met with somthing else. There, on the couch, was Techno. He was asleep with little Michael on his chest. Both happily asleep.

Techno's hand was gently on the boys back, offering up support for the small boy. Honestly the sight absolutely melted your heart. Things like this is what made you fall for Technoblade. Not his blood thirsty side, but instead you adored his soft compassionate side.

The side you fell in love with.

[anne-white-star]

Platonic!Freddie Mercury x reader : shopping

Notes : reader is with the band in Japan and Freddie wants to go shopping. He already bought some kimonos so he decides to look for one for y/n. Takes place during the mid 70s

Warnings : non

Words : 908

(Not my gif)

The band was in Japan on tour they had a day off.

"So what are the plans for today guys?" Asked y/n as she siped her coffee.

"I think im going to practice a bit more for tomorow"

"Dont over work yourself Brian i don't want you to hurt your fingers"

"I'll be carefull" he smiled

She turned to roger " what about you?"

"Eh don't know jet " he shruged his shoulders

"Alright, you deaky?"

"I might read something and try to write a new song who knows"

"And what about you Fred?" Y/n took an other sip of her coffee

"Wel i wanted to go shopping and i was wondering if you want to come with me perhaps"

She smiled "Yeah sure why not". Once the boys and y/n cleaned up the table they all parted ways for the day. "So Fred what do you want to buy?"

"Some clothes a perhaps tea pot and oh a kimono"

"Fred you already have some kimonos what could you want with more?" She laught

"Wear them of course, now come on we have a long day of shopping"

"Not to mutch stuff we have to take it all back home as wel" he pulled her along to go inside a shop.

About a few hours later they both came out with four bags of goods all ment for Freddie

"Alright where to next?"

"The kimono shop where els" he smiled like a child on christmas day

"Alright Lets go then" they both walked in to the shop and their eyes fell on all the kimonos with their beautyfull pattern, they spent looking trough the fabrics and displays for about 30 minuts thill y/n her eyes fell on a kimono.

It was decorated with fine green lines, white flowers and with some pink blue and yellow flowers here and there.

"Hey Fred look at this" she very delicate grabed the soft fabric of the rack and showed it to him. "do you think this would do?"

Freddie looked at it "hmm i really like it, i could try it on"

"Oh please do it would look amazing on you"

Freddie went to change a few minuts later he came back "So what do you think?" He did a little twirl

"Simply gorgeous" she smiled and rubbed her thumb over his hand "as always"

"You have to go and look for one to"

"Fred you know i can't afort it"

"I know dear but i can its a gift from me to you"

"You really don't have to fred"

"But y/n I just want to get you something Nice you have done so mutch For the boys and i"

"Alright alright" she laught "I will look for one"

About an other 15 minuts later y/n had found a few that she tried on

Y/n gave Fred a little show in the kimonos they were both gigeling like children. After messing around die decided she want

kimono (insert number here). Both payed for their stuff and went back to the hotel.

Once they arived y/n wanted to dress up And drink some tea. They both put on their kimonos again " Hey Fred could you help me a bit with the obi? It won't stay in place"

"Yes sure hold on..... there perfect"

"Thank you" they both sat down on the ground. Y/n had boiled the water already so that was done. They sat relaxed on the ground drinking their tea when the door opend.

"Hello anybody home.... why are you two on the ground dressed like that?" It was Brian and john

"We are having tea want to join?"

"Yeah sure im a bit thirsty" they sat down as wel and y/n gave them a cup

"So i can see you went to shop for a kimono"

"Yep, "

"Do you think they have something in my size?"

"Im sure they do bri, i think i saw a few that might fit you" she noded

"Oh thank goodness"

"You are a literal gigant in this country brian" Freddie laught

"Yeah i am i guese"

"By the way where is roger?"

"I think he want to get food for us" john piped up

"Ah alright, what have you two been doing?"

"We went on a walk and we were thinking about new songs"

"Oh i see" they all were interupted by a knock

"Hey guys could you help me a bit i got my arms full" it was roger

Y/n stood up And opend the door for him "hmm smells good"

"Glad you think so it was hard to chose" he set everything on the table and pulled her close to him "looking absolutly beautyfull in that kimono my dear Japanse goddess"

"Roger!"

"Aw going all red for me are we now"

"Roger please stop" she giggled

"Alright alright sorry" he let go of her and dat down with the others and grabed a cup and pored some tea in it

"Cant wait to eat"

"Yeah we should before it gets cold"

"I set up the table don't worry"

John stood up "let me help you with that"

"Thanks john"

After dinner the boys and y/n went on an other walk in the moonlight. And they all went to bed late. So far they all had the time of their life in Japan and they hoped it would stay like that.

The end

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