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spiceofvy · 8 months ago

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can you do fights with skz?

Fights with SKZ

cw: gender neutral reader, sfw, angst with (mostly) happy endings, lots of tears and anger, bad communication (minho, hyunjin, seungmin), anxiety (changbin, hyunjin, jisung), minho and hyunjin are kinda toxic in this one but they are not doing it on purpose, implied anger issues (chan), minho's is kinda open ended, one olivia rodrigo quote, most of them are more comfort than hurt though, very flowery language here and there

For Chan fighting is always a war against himself, against the anger that used to embrace him like a lover but now only clings to him like the cologne of an unwanted ex. Coming back to him again and again, clawing at his skin, scratching him up from the inside. He hates the anger that used to define him and still sometimes overcomes him. He hates the person he becomes when his anger wins against his brain. So he goes to war against himself, swallowing it down, ridding his mind of every trace of it. He takes your hand, holds it so tight, reminding himself of who is standing in front of him, what this is really about. Your relationship, and so instead of getting angry he talks it out, slowly, with many breaks in between sentences. Getting energy to keep going from the way you squeeze his hand whenever it gets hard for him. But it gets better. After a fight he needs a hug, or a whole night of them. Grounding him first before pulling him back up for air. He longs for a hand in his hair, soothing the ocean of emotions inside him. He wants to break the cycle of anger that haunts him since his childhood, but he needs time to do so, and someone that loves him, so he is not scared of falling. Please, tell him that you are proud of how he handles his anger, he is so scared of losing you because of it.

Minho fights like a cat. And I don't mean that as a joke. Cats know to aim for the eyes, the ears, the neck. Pushing their enemies on to their backs so that they can freely hit the soft stomach. Cats hiss and yowl when fighting, clawing deeper and deeper into the fur of their enemy, until they taste blood and their enemy goes limp. And Minho is like this too. Not physical, he would never touch you in anger, but still his tongue is as sharp as claws and his words hold onto you like a cat's teeth would. It's not pretty, it's not nice. It's terrible. Fights with MInho are loud, and mean. He doesn't want to be mean. He is not a mean person. But when he is so deep in his emotions, the only way he knows to protect himself, is by fighting. The best thing you can do is to leave. Go away. Let him burn off his anger, until he realizes that his words hit you where it hurts the most. When you return, he will be the one on his back, showing his soft side to you. Hurting himself with every word that he used against you. Breaking apart at the thought of causing you pain. Of pushing you away for good. The fear that you may leave him for good clouding his mind. You can talk through this, you two are stronger than this. He can be better than this. If only you stay with him.

When Changbing fights, he is ridden with fear. What if this is the fight to end it all? What if this time you finally decide that you are finished with him? Why wouldn't you leave him, when he is always so busy, always leaving you alone. Fights with Changbin always turn into something deeper. No matter what the fight was about originally, the fear that this will be the end of you two eats him alive. In his brain he is so easy to be left, it's so hard to love him, so why should you keep doing it? Why would you keep trying? This leads to him trying to end fights quickly and quietly. Sitting down, next to each other, his hand holding yours. Playing with your fingers, even if you are still angry. He speaks softly, kindly. Communicating his feelings in a fair and open way. His skin is warm on yours. Eyes kind when you in turn explain how you feel. He won't interrupt you once. Wiping your tears away, you int tun wiping his cupping his face. When slowly the anger turns to conversations, healthy conversations, unfolding deeply rooted fears, loneliness, growing stronger right next to each other. At one point he can help but smile, being so proud of how strong you become, how he can watch you grow. You end up cuddled up, hands still holding onto each other. Stronger than before. And Changbins fear being forgotten, and should it rear its ugly head again, it is much smaller than before.

Hyunjin always needed to protect himself. The world was never kind to him. Every nice act towards him was followed by darker thoughts. He knows what people think of him, what they call him behind his back. That they only want his pretty face and his emotions don't matter. Or if they do, they are what makes him imperfect, unlovable. Noone cares about a soft artistic soul, if they can't profit off of it. Can't profit off of him. Who is he if not exploited? Nothing. No one. He knows that so he turns his back to you. Closes the door to the atelier behind him. Turning up the music, painting in blues and in grays. Dark smudges on canvas. He likes to believe that that's how he protects his own heart. But deep down this is also how he protects yours from him. His words are sometimes too sharp, his eyes too cold, a quirk of an eyebrow tells stories. And it hurts you. The roll of his eyes, that he didn't even notice could break your heart. Maybe he is the ice prince. Maybe he is too cold to touch. Maybe everyone around him gets frost burned. But please not you. You are his warmth, please don't leave him, just because he had to get cold to protect his softness. Icy white mixes on his canvas, and he feels himself shiver in his atelier. Already regretting that he left you alone. But it's better to be alone than freezing in his cold. The more surprised he is when warmth enters his atmosphere. Hugging him from behind. Melting his ice. You should talk about it. Stop him from leaving the people he loves. But not now. The ice is melting under your skin. Later you can talk, now he just needs to be reminded that being soft together can make someone strong.

Jisung physically can't fight you. He can't. It makes him sick, literally. I'm not talking about little disagreements or just the two of you having different opinions on something. But actual emotional, angry fights. Standing in the living room, hands gesturing, word louder than usual. No. He can't handle it. Jisung is too emotional to have you look at him angry. Because every time he sees your face he just sees how you usually smile at him, how pretty you look when focusing on something, your calm expression when you are asleep. He can't be angry at you, and in turn expects for you to handle your anger too, to talk it out with him instead. If its a less serious fight, he handles it pretty well, he holds up against your emotions easily and lets you blow off steam if needed, before you talk it out. He holds your hand, kisses it every now and then while you loosen the knot of emotions that caused this fight. But if the fight is serious, like endangering your relationship serious, his calmness is gone. And seeing you angry at him almost puts him into a panic mode. He is constantly scared of you just walking out on him, and honestly, just you looking at the door for too long could cause a breakdown. In those moments it's your turn to swallow all this anger and help him unfold the anxiety in his stomach. In these situations there is no taking a step outside to calm down, because once you leave the room, he is sure you will never come back. Relationships are teamwork, and with Jisung, especially. During fights, it's the most obvious. But once the fight is over, it's all forgotten and forgiven. Life can move on, and he can't wait to see you smile again.

Emotions are always a lot for Felix, they overcome him so easily, take him up. Felix feels with his whole body, with every cell. And he loves that about himself, he loves how much he trusts his gut and his emotional reactions to things. It's what makes his world even more beautiful in his eyes. But with him being so acutely aware of his emotions, he also knows to not let the win in complicated situations like the two of you fighting. On the contrary, he tries to bite them back. Instead clearing his mind and opening himself for conversations. Except for tears. Tears that come so easily and unstoppable to him, his most renowned jewelry. He doesn't use them to pressure you, but emotions, if strong enough, always come with tears for him. Happiness, sadness, anger. All those emotions come out in tears, even if he tries to keep his mind calm. But he doesn't mind, he ignores them. He sits down with you, and some tissues, to talk. Not caring about the streaks on his face and instead talking it all out. Because he knows how important it is to talk now, especially in situations of strong emotions. And when it's all talked out, he lets himself cry freely, now happy that he got it all out of his system, and more often than not you join, mostly in relief. The rest of the evening is very calm. He needs to constantly touch you, cuddling close, sleeping extra close next to you now. He would crawl under your skin and would still not be close enough.The next day is skincare day, with the two of you healing your skin, letting it recover from the salt of the shared tears. And tending to any emotional scars with sweets and laughter.

In fights Seungmin explodes in the first minute, and everything after is silence after the storm. He doesn't do it on purpose, he would love to approach fights like Felix or Changbin do, to immediately get a hold of all the strong emotions and just talk things out immediately. Do not let things get this bad between the two of you. But he can't. He will learn to, I promise. But for now his heart is a bomb and the fuse is lit when he sees the anger in your eyes. He isn't mean but he is loud and a fast talker, not letting you get any word in. And he has many build up emotions to spill out from his lips. He is not the best at addressing things that frustrate him as soon as they happen, but instead carries them with him like a cement block hanging off his feet. But when he is finally free of them he stares at the battlefield he just created and his mind is calm. He feels sorry, and regrets what he did. Apologizes for his outburst, asks if you can try to talk it out. He totally gets it if you now need your turn to let your emotions out, he lets you, stands still, listens as you let it all out to. Just to fall into your arms as soon as the both of you are finished. Maybe you don't fix stuff immediately, but this hug patches up the worst wounds for now.

When Jeongin ends up fighting, he needs a break. Not from your relationship, not at all. But of the conversation. He likes to leave the room, to go on a walk, to take a breath, maybe to even scream into nothingness for a second. Everything that keeps him away from you at the height of his emotions. So he can feel everything out without hurting you. He knows how words can sting, how they can bite and hurt. And so he keeps them to himself, lets himself breathe. Let you breathe, think through what just happened. He will return to you, he always will. And then he is ready to talk. First he needs a hug and then you talk. In low almost whispered voices. Kind words, calm words. Hugs, and gentle touches. He likes to talk it all out. Get to the root of the issue, not just the cause of the fight but also everything that came before that. Things of the past, your shared past and the past you had before each other. Then follows silence, a soft gentle silence only broken when at one point you feel ready to smile at each other. Holding hands and joking. The rest of the evening is really slow and quiet and from that point on, happy again. And in the morning you both wake up with a smile. Ready to face the world together.

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xikersnoa · 26 days ago

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Hiii found you lately and i gotta say as a new roady those who write for xikers are rare gems here

Ummm so i didn't have any specific thoughts but i have a thing for jealous men so maybe in your opinion who do you think is mtl jealous type orrrr if you do headcanons how would they act if they feel jealous (nsfw or sfw your choice )orrrr if you feel like doing it for just one member do it for minjae pls 🙂 whichever you feel more comfortable with up to you

xikers jealous hcs

xikers ot10 x reader (they/them pronouns used)

cursing, smut in pretty much every one.. some fluff, jealousy sex in every scenario, recording in sumin’s, edging in sumin’s, dry humping in hyunwoo’s, slight exhibitionism in seeun’s, sub!yechan

a/n: oh anon i feel u so much!!! there’s something about them getting all possessive like its soooo 🤭🤭 i tried to do scenarios for each as well i hope this doesnt disappoint!! i did a lil bit of both for u as well for some fun :3

mtl:

minjae

hyunwoo

sumin

seeun

yechan

yujun

junghoon

junmin

jinsik

hunter

headcanons:

minjae

he doesn't like other people looking at you or flirting with you at all. like he goes insane

so when he sees a guy flirting with you at the cafe you were at, he was livid.

he of course trusted that you weren't giving into his flirting, but it still pissed him off

'can you leave now, they're taken.' he glares at him.

'my fault sorry...' he wanders off quickly and minjae sits back down in his seat.

'i'm sorry, minjae, he just..' 'i'm not mad at you but i just hate that people are so dumb..’ he spits

after leaving the cafe, he drove home w little faster than he normally would. he had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

as soon as you got into the door, he dragged you into his room and pinned you onto his bed. your clothes were off faster than you could imagine. he stayed clothed.

‘you are all mine. so beautiful for me.’ he would praise as he kissed along your body.

‘why are u still dressed, min? wanna see you.’ he would only take his pants off so he could fuck you properly. he would also grab a condom from his pocket.

‘you planned this, didn’t you..?’ you asked. he just booped your nose before saying,

‘just love seeing you. all of you.’ he started slowly inserting himself into you. his mouth would find your neck and so on and so forth…..

junmin

hes so normal about being jealous i think. jealous the most normal amount i think. he will definitely just shy away from you and pout when he gets jealous.

he just gets quiet so you ask him what’s wrong after hours of hearing nothing from him.

‘it’s just something that happened earlier..’ his gaze would find yours.

‘what happened min? im sorry if i upset you.’ you frown at him

‘it wasn’t you… was that stupid guy that kept flirting with you.’ he admitted. you giggled at this before inching closer to him.

‘you mean the waiter, baby?’ you grabbed his face before kissing him. ‘he was just being nice, we’re clearly together.’ you reassured him

he slowly got on top of you before helping you take your shirt off. ‘you are so beautiful cannot even take you out… have too many people looking at you.’ he would whisper

he would finish stripping himself along with you before grabbing a condom from his wallet. you smiled at him before sliding it on and climbing back on top of you.

his hand would find yours as he inserted himself into you, grabbing it tightly. his lips would never leave yours as he ground himself into you. he would whine and moan and beg into your ears for hours as he fucks you into oblivion…

sumin

oh you are his. and he makes sure everyone knows that. he bought you a necklace with his initial on it so others will get the hint.

in the rare case that a ‘dumbass’ –as he puts it–hits on you, shit hits the fan. he immediately gets angry and starts yelling at the guy but you just drag him home and calm him down.

‘sumin, it is not that serious! he probably thought it was my initial…’ you suggested. he just rolled his eyes at you and dragged you into his bedroom

‘the only thing that’ll make me feel better is fucking you, so get on the bed.’ he demanded. you listened to him and laid on his bed before he came over to you and undressing you. his eyes examine every inch of your figure, leaving a few marks behind.

he stands up, grabs a condom, and undresses himself in front of you. meets your gaze as he is sliding his condom on, with the wrapper in his teeth. he spits it out before getting back on top of you and kissing you.

‘please fuck me sumin, need to feel you.’ you beg him. he almost ignores you while sucking on your neck and playing with your boobs.

‘sumin! please fuck me!’ you cry at him. this time he hears you, inserting himself into you quickly. his thrusts are slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him.

his pace stays this way, making sure to take his time with you and observe every expression you make. he cant help but shake the thought of recording you.

he silently grabs his phone from the bedside table and starts recording a video as he fucks you. his hand reaches down to your clit and starts moving at a quicker pace, but he stops before you can actually finish…

he would do this cycle for hours if he needed to just to really make sure you felt him. he isn’t entirely cruel and would end up fucking into you quicker at the end of the night…

jinsik

well, he isnt usually the jealous type… he trusts that you wont give into others bc he knows u love him.

he gets confused when he sees a guy hitting on you at the park while you two are having a picnic. you dont give in to the guy, ignoring him before he makes eye contact with jinsik and walks away.

the picnic is rather peaceful, but he got rather touchy with you after the man left. he sat way closer to you than he normally would.

after the two of you got home his hands would find a home around your waist. he would kiss down your neck while you were trying to put leftovers away, clearly trying to distract you.

‘jinsik, what is it? what do you want?’ you finally ask him. he just smiles at you before answering ‘you, i want you.’ so you kissed him and dragged him into the bedroom.

he undressed himself rather quickly before helping you get your clothes off. he notices you gawking at his figure before laughing to himself.

‘do you like what you see, baby?’ he smirks down at you, pinning you to the bed. you just nod in response before he kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

he would roll a condom onto his dick before sliding into you. you whined at the sensation. you can never get used to the stretch he gives you. he would give you time to adjust before slowly pacing himself inside you.

‘absolutely gorgeous, baby.’ he would praise before kissing your neck once again, making sure to leave marks behind. he would fuck you for hours making sure you know how much he loves you…

hyunwoo

this baby... he just loves you so much and really gets sad when other ppl try to steal u from him...

he just gets clingy and holds onto you if he gets jealous… like his hands are everywhere and he will not leave your side. its evident in all of your pictures together.

so it confuses him when he is taking selfies on your phone only to see a notification from some guy asking to take you out. he clicks on it and quickly sends the man one of his selfies.

after coming back from the bathroom and getting your phone back, you see a notification asking ‘who is this?’ so you immediately knew he was up to something.

‘he was hitting on you so i sent a pic of me.’ he shrugs it off and laughs while grabbing your phone again.

you grab his face and peck him quickly. his face turns red as you pull away. ‘what did i do to deserve you, hyunwoo? you are the best.’ you boop his nose.

he swiftly climbs on top of you, connecting your lips again. his hips cannot control themselves as he grinds into you. he moans into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck.

his hips continue grinding into you as he whimpers more into your mouth. you buck your hips into him, matching his pace.

‘gonna make you cum at least four times tonight, angel. you’re so good for me.’ he praised you before continuing his abuse on your neck and having his way with you all night…

junghoon

he definitely gets jealous ... but it's not as bad as some of the other boys.

he doesn’t say anything when someone walks up and ask for your number when he was standing right there.

he would step forward so he could see you and then kissed your cheek.

the stranger wandered off and you laughed at him, but he kissed you on the mouth before you could say anything.

‘lets order and leave quickly.’ he smiles at you. you agree and place your smoothie order before moving to the side. he would be holding your hand before you grabbed your smoothies and walked out together.

after the short walk home he would drag you into his bedroom. he set your smoothies on your dresser before taking your shirt off and kissing you deeply.

‘god i just don’t get why people don’t get the hint… you’re clearly mine. ive got you wrapped around my finger.’ he would smirk at you before undressing himself, while you followed.

‘lay down for me, kitten.’ he would say before grabbing a condom. you complied, laying on top of his bed, spreading your legs.

‘so good… all for me.’ he would kiss you again. he would then gran your leg, wrapping it around his shoulder and inserting himself into you… slowly fucking you for hours… just to prove you’re his…

seeun

seeun is incredibly loyal and he knows you are too but he just cannot stand to see other men looking at you the way he does.

he brought you to a party with his friends but he never left your side. so why in the hell would a stranger as for your number? he saw the look in the guy’s eyes.

‘hey, you can fuck off. walk away now.’ he would say with gritted teeth. the man took the message and walked away swiftly.

you’re so protective of me i love it.’ you smile at him. his grip on your waist would tighten and he was attached to your hip the rest of the night, even when you needed to pee.

he gets on his phone while you pee but then as you stand to pull your panties up, he pulls them back down and grabs you.

he puts you on the bathroom counter and pulls his pants down. his lips quickly find yours as you moan into his mouth.

‘seeun, baby.. not here!’ you speak between kisses. this doesn’t stop him. he would just lock the door behind you and continue his actions.

‘yes, right here. i know you want it.’ he growls into your ear.

he slides inside of you easily saying ‘fuck, all mine sweetie. gotta make sure everyone knows.’ his lips would find your neck and mark you up as he fucks into you …

hunter

he knows that your eyes are only for him. he knows he’s fine as hell and he knows that you know he’s fine as hell.

in the scenario that he walks away for a moment only to see another man’s hands on you, he freaks tf out.

‘hey what the fuck are you doing? get your hands off of them!’ he would yell at the guy. he would flinch and run away after seeing your buff boyfriend.

he would ask if you were okay before escorting you home. his arm was wrapped around your waist the whole time, making sure you were safe.

after returning to the safety of your home, he would once again make sure you’re okay before kissing you.

he noticed that it made you whine so he pulled away and asked ‘oh? is someone needy?’ he smirked at you

‘it was hot when you got angry…’ you confess before kissing him again, tangling your tongues together. he grabbed your waist and led you towards your room

he ripped your clothes off along with his as soon as he closed the door behind you. you laid down on the bed with him on top of you.

he disconnects your lips to grab a condom from your bedside table and wrapping it on himself. he walked back over to you, hovering over you staring into your eyes.

‘you’re so perfect all for me, aren’t you? do you need me to fuck you?’ he would ask grinning. you nod before he grabs your chin and says ‘say it.’

‘i need you to fuck me please hunter!’ you plead. as soon as you finish saying his name he inserts himself into you and fucks into you roughly…

yujun

he gets jealous in like an insecure baby way but hes so cute about it (know that i mean this in the most loving way possible)

he turns into the poutiest little guy after he sees you and another guy share a cute conversation while he watches. he doesn’t know what to do.

when the guy finally leaves, you look over at him and immediately notice his expression. you ask him what’s up before he opens his mouth and says

‘we are literally on a date right now… what does he not get?’ he would question.

‘i think he was just being nice? baby, im sitting here with you, not him. let’s eat!’ you suggest, gesturing towards the food in front of you.

lunch went by rather fast since you two were chatting, but the stupid guy couldnt leave his head. he saw the way he looked at you. he saw the way you looked at him. he put it on the back burner for the rest of lunch.

when you two got home you could tell something was on his mind, so you asked what he was thinking about.

‘please don’t leave me i love you so much i just really don’t wanna-‘ you cut him off with a kiss on the mouth and a firm grip on his shirt.

‘yujun, angel. im right here baby.’ you kissed him again before pushing him onto the couch. after stripping him beneath you, he undresses you after. his mouth attaches itself to your nipple as you sit on his cock.

he sucks on your boobs and fucks into you for hours he just cannot help himself he loves you so much and needs you so much :(

yechan

puppy eyes 100%. you could immediately tell when he was jealous about the attention you had gotten on your recent instagram post in your bikini. you knew this would happen.

‘yechan are you okay, you havent stopped giving me puppy eyes.’ you ask he just inches closer and kisses you quickly.

‘dont like people looking at what is mine. you’re too beautiful.’ he glares at you. his arms wrap around your waist tightly as he kisses you again, deeper this time.

you climb on top of him and sit on his lap. ‘i am all yours baby, don’t let those silly comments get to you.’ you smile at him. he takes his shirt off beneath you as you follow.

you reach behind him and grab a condom from his back pocket just before taking his pants and boxers off. ‘gonna make you feel so good, baby.’ you pump his dick a few times. he starts whining, craving more of you.

you give into him and undress before sitting back down, hovering slightly above him. you kiss him again while sinking down onto him. he groans into your mouth, biting onto your lip.

‘need to cum, please make me cum.’ he pleads, giving you puppy eyes once again. you give into him once again, starting to bounce on him. his moans would increase in volume quickly, so you put your fingers in his mouth to shut him up.

his hips started to thrust up into you. he moaned around your fingers, craving release more than anything in the world. and who are you to deny such a cute boy of his orgasm…

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nahoney22 · 1 year ago

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Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.

Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.

I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho

Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey

Byee

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

SFW

word count: 937 words

prompts:

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”

warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).

authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍

You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.

You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.

He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"

He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.

"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.

When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.

Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.

"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."

Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."

In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.

Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.

Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.

"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.

Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.

He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."

In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.

"The wound?" you clarify.

He nods.

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."

His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.

“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”

He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.

"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"

"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."

You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"

His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."

A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."

You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.

As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.

Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K!!! wooooo!!! Please may I request prompt 5 with Muzan? f or gn reader please and either sfw or nsfw is great! thank you so so much and congratulations again!

🥀A/n: AAA OFCC!!! hi flameyyy!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

🥀Prompt: "i don't like you- i love you"

🥀Cw: fluff, a little bit of angst, sort of pre-established relationship, first "i love you", Muzan is dramatic and unsure

the rain was unrelenting, drumming against the roof of your small home, keeping you awake late into the night- nearly 'till morning. while the repetitive noise was usually calming, tonight it only fueled your anxiety. your bed was cold in the absence of your lover, and while it was quite normal for Muzan to travel out late, sunrise was approaching and he was nowhere to be found.

it was strange how attached you had become to him, given that the nature of your relationship was still uncertain. he tolerated you, sure, and prioritized you even over demons like himself, but did he love you? the uncertainty of it all was scarier than anything else, so you stayed quiet.

Muzan never harmed you, always treating you kindly (at least to a degree). he brought you trinkets from his travels that now littered your bedroom, and would occasionally hold you close while you slept, with his gaze trained on your face. he claimed that it was simply to keep watch over you to keep you safe, but you knew better that he, while he wouldn't admit it, enjoyed your company. and you couldn't deny that you enjoyed it too, you felt safer in his arms knowing he was watching over you, keeping any danger at bay.

a strike of lightning momentarily illuminated your abode, followed by a loud rumble from the sky above. the act brings you back to the present, while simultaneously invoking more worries.

normally he'd be back by now.

you begin to fear the worst, imagining all of the things that could've gone wrong. as anxiety begins to overcome you, the loud SLAM of your front door causes you to let out a shocked yelp. you reach for the candle to your left, hastily lighting it and taking a sigh of relief at the sight before you. Muzan stands looming in the doorway, and you can't help but compare his likeness to that of a wet kitten. his dark hair is plastered to his face, and his eyes are narrowed and squinty.

"what are you doing awake, beloved?" his coat was flung to the side, crumpling in a heap on the ground. within seconds, he approached you, and cradled your face in his hands. "a fragile human like yourself should be resting," he coo's, accentuating his words with a light flick to the tip of your nose, smirking as your face scrunches in disapproval.

"i was worried, you came back late."

"technically, it is early. the sun is almost rising- which is why you should be asleep."

"oh, fuck you," you grumble, turning your back towards him. Muzan huffs, and you soon hear the soft scuffles of him changing into more comfortable clothes.

"slide over," he purrs, and you oblige, melting into his embrace. his head tucks perfectly against the nape of your neck, and his strong arms pull your back flush against his chest. his claws tenderly trace over the bare skin of your arm, drawing swirls and makings onto your flesh that you aren't privy to. you should feel comforted by his presence, and yet...

"what's troubling you?" his voice isn't accusatory, but direct, and you let out a tired sigh.

"does it matter?"

"would i be asking if it didn't?"

you grit your teeth, struggling to voice your feelings.

"it's just- you know, im human.. and, you know, we're just so different..."

"your point being?" Muzan sounded slightly distressed, the circles he had been tracing against your arm increasing in pace. he was tense, maybe even irritated, and you know you can't drag this out.

"do you- love me? or even like me?" Muzan stills, and your heart drops. you take a breath, he takes a breath. your just about to pull away when he heaves out a heavy sigh. demons don't need to breathe, so the action must be fully intentional.

"why would you ask such a mundane question? i thought it was serious."

"just answer!"

Muzan growls, but ultimately complies.

"its complicated. nearly everything about my existence is. however i do know one thing. i don't like you.."

your heart stills.

"i love you."

Muzan immediately turns around, pulling away and leaving you staring at the wall. you turn towards his back, your heart caught in your throat at the rare confession.

"i- i think i love you too.." your voice is merely a whisper, but you know he heard you from the soft, responding grunt from his far side. tentatively, you slide closer to him on the bed, close enough for you to wrap your arm around his waist. you expect him to pull away, or reprimand you, but he doesn't. instead, he relaxes into your touch, and turns around to face you. his face is stern, but there's something soft in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"rest," he commands, gently pressing your eyelids shut with two kisses. "i'll be here until nightfall."

HAVENT WRITTEN FOR MUZAN IN A HOT MINUTE SO IM SORRY IF ITS OOC- THANK U SO SO SOO MUCH FOR REQUESTING!!!!!

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