#if I get caught playing obey me it’s like. well I don’t have any excuse for that

[numbaoneflaya]

Being an otome game fan is actually much more humiliating and embarrassing than being a fan of horror porn games like btd. Like if someone irl found out I played and have an obey me oc I would be crushed in my soul

[lushta1es0nm3]

Bunny

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x reader

Summary: “I’m changing your contact name to: My Slutty Bunny.” He stated as his grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request are always open. I have not proof read this so keep in mind there are errors everywhere. I put off posting this because I felt like it wasn’t good enough, but something in me said, fuck it post that shit and get it over with. Hence the post, meaning I obeyed my random thoughts, anyway……here ya go!!! Thanks for reading 😊😊

Another night, sitting quietly in the backseat of your best friend’s car. Listening to her chat and talk with her boyfriend, Hongjoong. You sighed inwardly and looked beside you into the face of Seonghwa who also looked like he was bored out his mind.

This supposed to be double date that you both were forced to attend, again. Was seeming to drag on for ever! Even though it had just started. Seonghwa also looked at you and rolled eyes, while throwing his head back.

The constant flirting and giggling coming from the front seat was becoming more and more annoying. Just when you were about to start cursing, your bestie pulled over into the parking lot of a restaurant.

“We’re here!” She sang with the smile as she and Hongjoong got out of the car.

You huffed and Seonghwa laughed at you as he himself climb out of the vehicle. You both followed the happy couple inside, with you dragging your feet. You wanted to so badly to go home but you decided to stick out since your bestie put so much effort into getting you out of the house.

But why though? Well, let’s just say, you were dealing with some shit and it was really getting you down lately. Making you want to curl up in a corner and let all of what you felt go in the form of tears. But you wouldn’t let yourself cry, sometimes being a crybaby makes you feel better……I’m just saying.

After entering, you thought you’d all be sitting at the same table, but instead the hostess stopped you and Seonghwa and lead you to a table on the opposite side of the room. You looked at your bestie with a frown, but she smiled and blew you a kiss before going back to her man.

Now, sitting at the table in complete silence only seemed to make this night last longer. But a sigh from Seonghwa made you look up at him from the game you playing on your phone.

“Why exactly don’t you like me again?” Seonghwa asked with a gentle smile, “because I have no issue with you.” He added as he began taking a drink of water

“You’re a hoe.” You stated point blank, watching as he began choking on his water.

“Excuse me.” He sputtered whipping his face.

“I mean, the first time I met you, was at a party, I caught you coming out of back room with a random chick,” you explained, “then at another party, you were getting hands with some other girl in a dark corner of room. I do have a bunch more explanation as to why I’m not into you, my good sir, but I’m gonna stop right there.” You added at the end.

“All I can say is, it’s not what you think,” he gave a sheepish defense, “I’m not a hoe.”

“Bullshit,” you shot down.

“I can prove it,” Seonghwa defended himself.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed.

He pulled out his phone, unlocked it and placed in front of you. You looked up at him as if to ask him if he was serious. He gestured for his phone and you picked it up

“Read the messages.” He urged.

You scoffed and did as he urged, it took a brief moment, before you got bored and put his phone back on the table. He gave you a Quick Look before taking his phone back.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” You stated taking a sip of water, you put it down and looked around wondering where the fuck was the server to take your orders. Your mind focusing now on food.

“You didn’t see any chicks in there though.” He stated sitting back, now looking at you. Subconsciously, he gave you a once over and bit his bottom lip, you instantly caught it.

“See,” you pointed at him, “you’re a slut,” his rolled his eyes and smirked while letting out a scoff, “you’re looking at me like you could eat me alive.”

Seonghwa was now full on laughing under his breath, your expression was priceless. And before he could rethink his next words, he said them.

“You’re so cute, you look like a helpless bunny.” He snickered out.

Your face blushed red unexpectedly as you just stared at him, completely flabbergasted by the statement. All you could think was why on earth did your bestie keep putting you with this guy. And how in hell did he make you blush harder than a preteen in front of their first crush.

The server finally decided that now would be a good time to pop the fuck up. You both ordered a big ass burger with fries and he just smirked at you. You raised an eyebrow at him in question and he just threw his hands up

“What?” You questioned

“Nothing.” He answered

“Say it.” You urged.

He sighed, “You’re so tiny, I’m wondering how……”

You blinked, “Is this because last time I at an entire pizza by myself?” You asked him.

“Yes,” he answered, “you looked like a hungry chipmunk,” he mimicked you, “you’re not the only one that’s been watching the other,” he added becoming a little serious, “I’m sorry, but contrary to how you’ve seen me, I’m completely different. I swear,” he stated truthfully, “at it seems that our friends are going to keep dragging us along on dates. Can we at least be friends?” He suggested.

You sighed, thinking it over for a second, he wasn’t wrong, “Okay,” you finally answered, “sounds like a deal, you better not try anything. Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I’ll bite you.” You expressed dead ass serious.

Well, after that you both just kept talking, or more like bantering back and forth, it was cute to watch from a distance. Hongjoong and your bestie at some point caught sight of you both giggling and talking. It made them feel like they were the shit for getting you two together.

After dinner, you exchanged contact info and went your separate ways. Time passed and with it, your friendship grew. Receiving random text from each other became an everyday thing. The teasing and mocking each other was endearing, you even showed each other what you saved the other number as.

Yours being: ‘He’s a slut 👀🤨’

His being: ‘She Thinks I’m a Slut 👀🤓’

You both thought it was appropriate as an inside joke between you two. Must be nice to talk shit to each other on this type of level.

“No, you cheated!” You exclaimed sitting across from Seonghwa at the table. A game of cards had been going on between you two for the past few minutes. Currently, you both were at a small party being hosted at a beach house, everyone else was outside on the patio mingling. You snuck inside to hide, and when your phone buzzed with a message from Seonghwa as to where you went. You told him, after some chatting and shit talking, you spotted a deck of cards and challenged him to game……or two…..okay, a few games.

“No,” Seonghwa replied, “I won fair and square. It’s not my fault you lost.”

“That’s why you’re a hoe.” You started.

He looked at you, mischief was all over his face, you pointed a finger at him, warning him not to do it. But he did anyway, he chased you and began tickling your sides with no mercy. You cried out in laughter, begging for mercy and simultaneously calling him a fucker.

At some point he stopped, but he was still holding you, you looked up at him, he was hovering over you. You giggled up at him, not noticing the change in his eyes. He called his name, he didn’t reply. You poked his nose lightly and he grabbed your hand gently moving it out of the way. You went to ask him what he was looking at but the sudden feeling of his lips connecting with yours made you freeze.

You were shook by this sudden action, unsure as to how you should react as he cupped your cheeks with his free hand, while he devoured your lips. Almost like he was in a trance. A sudden loud commotion was heard outside, loud enough to snap him back to reality. He pulled away, his eyes were cast down, he himself was trying to process his own actions.

Just as Seonghwa looked up at you, Hongjoong appeared with your bestie. They’d been looking for you both because they hadn’t seen either of you for a long while. They were making a statement when Seonghwa stood up abruptly and dismissed himself, Hongjoong called after him. But he didn’t turn around, prompting the other male to dismiss himself to check on his friend. Your bestie asked you what had happened but you didn’t say, aiming to keep it to yourself because now, you were confused a filled with some mixed emotions.

Well bitch, after you managed to get home, you shot Seonghwa a text to make sure he was okay. You didn’t get a response, so you decided to give him space, thinking it was the best decision. But alas, sis, a week went by, you reached out to him a few times. Even going so far as to call him a few times, still with no real response. He only texted you an excuse, saying he was busy.

Well one week turned into three, your world had become quiet again. Now the only person you talked to on a daily basis aside from your bestie was ghosting you. Over something that could be talked over and discussed as two adults. Damn, what the actual fuck?

It was the end of the fourth week now, you’d just left a doctors appointment. You huffed, feeling down and like shit all over again. You chose to ignore it, aiming to not let this episode drag you down again. Sighing you tried to call your bestie, to see where she was, but she didn’t answer. Only she knew your story, which was why she always took you along to parties to help cheer you up in this lonely world. Even if you didn’t want to go, because let’s be honest, she could always tell between you going through an episode and when you genuinely didn’t want to go out.

You were almost home when you heard your name, you looked up into the face of the last person you wanted to see. You huffed and rolled your eyes at her, here we go, you thought.

“Long time no see.” He smiled.

“Respectfully go away. Not in the mood.” You turned to walk away but you heard her voice. You turned around some watched she wrapped her arms around your ex.

“Hey, how have you been?” She started in a taunting tone, “we haven’t been seeing you around lately.”

“Bitch-,” you took a step to snatch her head off, but your bestie had appeared, stopping you.

“Whoa,” your bestie started, “no need to mess up her face, it’s already fucked up it can’t be helped.”

“Excuse me!”

“If I let her go, some things gonna be broken,” you bestie warned them, “I can’t let her help you fix your ugly or you can leave,” your bestie was standing between you, “or better yet, I can do it for her. I’ve always wanted to gauge your eyes and feed them to you.”

She went to speak but your ex dragged her away because he knew how crazy you and your bestie were when it comes down to it. Your bestie scoffed and turned to look at you, you both instantly burst out laughing.

“Alright,” your bestie looped her arm around yours, “let’s go, the girls are waiting.”

In no time, you were all seated in a small party chopping it up with a few friends. Everyone was catching up and having fun, Hoongjoong and Seonghwa appeared. You looked at Seonghwa and spoke, he responded but it felt dry. You sighed inwardly and thought to yourself that this friendship was over and that was fine.

Yeah…..right….why? Well, let’s just say that Seonghwa was talking to everyone but you, not even small talk. But what upset you the most was how he was having a full blown conversation with a girl across the room from you. AND he was pretending he doesn’t see you glaring a a hole in his head. Not to mention how fast you were drinking, unknowingly.

“Y/N,” Hoongjong called your name out of concern after you’d down the drink you were just poured quickly, “ are you okay?”

You hummed in response, “I’m fine,” you lied, pouring yourself another and drinking it down. Your bestie stood up and helped you stand up, “girl, I’m fine.”

“Bitch,” your bestie shook her head, “let’s go to the bathroom.”

You giggled a little as you held on to your bestie for support, “I’m sorry,” you spot her once she successfully got you into the bathroom and seat on top of the toilet, “a lots going on. I wasn’t tryna get this fucked up.”

“Bitch if you don’t start talking,” she warned with her arms folded as she leaned on the sink, “what’s the tea? I want all the tea and nothing but the tea.”

And you spilled, from the beginning to the end, even going so far as to say that Seonghwa was talking to the pretty girl just to piss you off. She let out a scoff, followed by a giggle, that lead to full blown laughter. It took her a second to gather herself, but after you said it wasn’t funny a few times, she stopped.

“You’re jealous and it’s cute.” She expressed, “I’m sure he’ll come talk to you after a while.”

“I doubt it,” you grumbled, “I wanna rip his lips off for kissing me and ghosting me.”

Hongjoong called her name from outside of the bathroom, she answered and stepped out. Saying she’d be right back. You could hear them talking in the hallway, but couldn’t make since of what they were saying. You huffed and stood up, aiming to leave the bathroom because the walls seemed to close in on you. The trouble of trying not to stumble over seemed not as bad as before. The alcohol was wearing off.

You swung the bathroom door open and took a step out, you tripped on your own feet and almost fell. Hands caught you and you looked up into the face of Seonghwa. He looked concerned as he held onto you, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. You went to swear but an irritating voice reached your ears.

“Y/N,” your ex spoke, “I didn’t know you could get this fucked up.”

You huffed out a few swear words, catching Seonghwa completely off guard. He’d never heard you talk like that, let alone get this upset.

“Dude,” you started, “no one asked for your fucking opinion.”

“Quit acting so mean,” he countered taking a step towards you, “you know you miss me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be with a playboy like him.”

You swore under your breath, the alcohol began to speak, “Listen trifling, decrepit, prick,” you started, “don’t call him that, nobody gets to call that but me,” you let go of Seonghwa and took a step towards your ex, “ and I’m not about to lower myself to that level of mutt, just to get back with a worthless pig that can’t tell his ass from his head.” You added.

“Wow.” was the only reaction Seonghwa could mutter, your ex went to speak, but he cut him off, “I think you should back down.” Seonghwa suggested.

He received a glare in response before your ex walked away quickly feeling shit now because you broke his ego. Meanwhile, you leaned against the wall beside you and sighed. Now frowning at Seonghwa.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” You asked him right now. No one was around, so why not ask, “you kissed me and ghosted me. I thought we were friends?”

Yes, you were drunk. Yes, your emotions were high. Yes, silent tears were rolling down your cheeks as you stared at him waiting for and answer. Seonghwa sighed and apologized, he paused, seeming to try and find the words to explain. You sniffled and wiped your cheeks, moving quickly without thinking, only wanting answers. You grabbed his hand and pulled him in the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

“What are you doing?” He asked you with a small frown.

“Tell me the truth,” you demanded, “do you like me as a friend, a fuck toy or a girlfriend? Tell me,” the normal you had begun to show. Making him smile a little.

“Fuck toy, for real?” He asked with a scoff, “you couldn’t think of a better term for a fuck buddy?”

“You know what I meant you little slut.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, “damnit Seonghwa-,” you were about to go on a drunken rant but was stopped by Seonghwa who’d quickly pulled down onto his lap facing him.

“Okay,” he huffed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’d upset you this much,” he acknowledged, “you’re cute and funny,” he paused, letting soak it in as he carefully watched your face.

“That’s bullshit,” you stated out right, “you became my second bestie and then you ghosted me you fucking bitch.”

“I said was sorry,” he reiterated, “and what the hell do you mean second bestie?” He sounded outraged.

“You know she’s my bottom bitch, so stop playing,” You countered, “besides, you don’t hear clowning you about Hongjoong.”

Some bantering began to take place, much like nothing had happened. Then again as you were rambling on, Seonghwa was quite asphyxiated on your every move. He cupped your face right as you giggled a little and looked back at him. He kissed. Again. You pulled away and stared at him for a brief second.

“I’m going to throat punch you.” You remarked, as he buried his face in your neck, “Hwa,” you complained as you felt his hand grip at your waist, “are you trying to fuck me?” No answer, “I mean, with the way your caressing my squeezing my waist. Plus that fact that you’re face is in my neck and all I can feel is your hot breath-,”

“Be quiet.” He finally stated.

“I’m gonna go,” you opted to say. And just as you thought you were going to stand up. He bit your neck cause you to let out a yelp, “you-,”

“Bunny I said he quietly.” He stated again.

“I’m not a bunn-” you started, but cut yourself short when Seonghwa pulled back and finally looked at you.

“You have no sense of danger.” He commented. His eyes were dark as he started at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” You asked him teasingly.

A quick smirk took over his face for brief moment. It quickly turned into a sincere expression of longing as place his hand around your neck causing your breathe to catch in your throat, “I’m sorry,” he started, going back to the conversation from before, “at first, I thought you were cute,” he began telling you his truths, “I thought maybe it was just me wanting to ruin you. But the more we talked and hung out…..I realized I liked you. I acted on impulse when I kissed you that day. I took off because I thought I’d fucked up our friendship.” He added, all while rubbing circles on your neck with his thumb.

“You could’ve just said that,” you voiced now frowning yourself, “I’m changing your name in my phone to: My Bitch, just promise not to fuck me over.”

He scoffed at you, “You can’t be serious, how could I ever fuck you over,” He shook his head a small smile on his face. He kissed you again, and pulled away, “I’m changing yours to: My Slutty Bunny.” He stated as his grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

He held you closer, sitting right on his twitching member. Causing you to blush hard as fuck as your legs clenched. Seonghwa noticed and smirked, he picked you up and placed you on the counter behind you. Making sure to keep you from closing your legs, your mind instantly went to mush when you felt how hard he was pressing flush against your folds.

Seonghwa began eating at your neck as one of his hands found your folds. He pushed your underwear to the side and gently began rubbing circles on your clit. He let out soft swear as he commented on how wet you were. He finally pulled away enough to take in your every expression.

“This color looks good on you,” he whispered softly, “you’re so fucking cute when you’re frowned up like this,” he added pressure causing a low whimper to catch in your throat, “that’s such a lovely sound,” he kissed your hot cheek gently, “I want to hear it.”

He added a finger, thrusting it into you with slow adding steady pressure. One turned into two, all the while he was looking at you with those eyes. You let out low whimpers and mews as you bit your lips to stay quiet.

“Take off your top,” he whispered out a demand. You did as told your shirt fell to the floor as soon as it did, you felt wet kisses being placed on them. Your head fell backwards as your eyes closed from bliss, the sound of someone walking down the hallway hit both your ears. And as it did, you felt Seonghwa rub his length slowly between your folds before gently pushing into them.

You let out an audible moan that caused him to kiss you, his tongue explored your mouth freely and he buried himself inside you. He groaned at how tight you were around as he thrusted into you a few times hard but slow making your walls clench and your stomach flutter. You whimpered into his mouth and gripped at his shirt as your body rocked with each thrust.

Pulling away, he placed a hand on your hip to hold you in pplace as he picked up the pace. Thrusting deeper and deeper. While he used his free hand to pinch and pull at your nipples. He swore under his breath as you let out low moans. Seonghwa held your legs wide open as he began pounding into you harder and faster.

“Rub yourself.” Seonghwa demanded before devouring your lips hungrily, you did as told, chasing the high, “fuck,” he groaned out, just as someone outside had decided to start playing loud music. He’d picked up the past, now fucking you roughly filling you with pain and pleasure.

You couldn’t take it anymore as your walls clenched hard and your legs shook. You let out a moan as you creamed hard, Seonghwa buried his cock balls deep in your folds. He kissed your lips and neck until you were done.

He pulled out and flipped you around and he pinned your arms behind your back, “look at yourself,” Seonghwa ordered gesturing towards the mirror, “look at how fucked up you are,” he again buried his cock into deep into your folds and gave your ass a hard smack, “look at how beautiful you are for me.”

You moaned as he thrusted into you hard making your bare breast jiggle, while he held you up with your back flush against his chest. He pounded you with no mercy all the while watching as tears streamed down your flushed red face. Enjoying how your moans turned into whispered words of bliss.

At some point, he let going of your arms, allowing you to lay down on the countertop. Seonghwa’s hands now gripping and smacking at your ass and relentlessly pounded away, while telling you want a good fuck bunny you were being. If it weren’t for the music, you’d both be given away by the lustful sounds you both were making.

“Hold still, it’s almost over.” Seonghwa urged, his head now thrown back as he fucked away.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as your eyes rolled back and your body began to shake and quiver as you tumbled over the edge unknowingly. As you shook, Seonghwa who didn’t notice, kept going as his hips went into over drive at the sudden feeling of your walls tightening around him. His grip on your hips had tightened as he slammed into you until his hips bucked hard and he came deep inside you feeling you up.

His fell on top of you, both of you now covered in sweat as your chest rose and fell. He whispered words of praise into your ear as he kissed your neck and shoulder. He pulled out after a moment and spun you around, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter top, where he kissed your lips gently.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself.” Seonghwa apologized between kisses. You were too busy trying to comeback around as your body quivered and reacted to his touch.

He went to say more but you but him off by pulling him in and kissing him, “Just for you.”

Well, well, well, look who’s a slutty bunny after all. You’re was too busy swimming in the fact Seonghwa was now yours and you were now his. This was an outcome you would’ve never guessed, you perceived this man as a hoe. Not knowing from the moment you accepted his friendship it’d turn out like this……Nice, good move!

Anyway, few months came and went, everything seemed to be a blur. Everything had gone back to normal for the most part. Your bestie couldn’t help but rub her “I told you so’s” in your face. I mean she wasn’t lying, she and Hongjoong were low key the reason you both had finally gotten together.

Here you guys were sitting in his and Hongjoong’s shared apartment. Legos on the table as you attempted to help him put it together, failing miserably. Hongjoong and your bestie were also sitting in the living room, putting together their own puzzle

“If you force it like that it’ll break.” Seonghwa warned without looking up.

“This is stupid.” You frowned.

Seonghwa chuckled under his breath “Only because you can’t do it.” He stated smugly.

You huffed, putting the two pieces down with a roll of your eyes. Seonghwa who was beside you pulled you into his lap, he used your hands to start putting pieces together.

“Awe look at you, cat got your tongue?” Your bestie teased earning a laugh from Hongjoong and Seonghwa who’d rested his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Oh hush,” you huffed, “concentrate your jigsaw puzzle.”

She scoffed at you and shook her head at you. Some back and forth and joking took place between the four of you. It gotten quiet, your bestie yawned, the puzzle was almost finished. Hongjoong put it down and announced that he was tapped out. He checked the time, it had gotten late. Neither you or Seonghwa paid attention to the other two disappearing off to bed.

The set of Lego flowers was complete, Seonghwa sighed and leaned back, pulling you with him. He’d started to play with your hands in silence, “Your hands are dainty.” He remarked after a while of silence.

“So are yours,” you countered looking up at him.

He made eye contact with you, after glossing over your face and biting his bottom lip. You’d begun rambling about something, it was falling on death ears. A quick kiss is what shut you up, you looked at him blushing crimson as you blinked rapidly.

“Hey,” you started finally looking around, “where’d they go?” You asked when you didn’t hear your bestie talking shit.

“Alright,” Seonghwa started as he stood up, “let’s go to bed.” He reached down and pulled you up. You reiterated the question “bunny, that should be the least of your worries.” He answered pulling you along.

“I’m not a bunny” you commented as you entered his bedroom.

“Whatever you say,” was his response, “here,” he handed you a set of pajamas. That seemed to be picked out just for you. You took them and unfolded the net stack, sizing up the thin shorts and tank top combo.

“This does little for the imagination.” You remarked.

“Good, now put it on.” He coolly ordered as he himself began to change.

“That’s not fair,” you pointed, “yours look more comfy, mines look like I’ll freeze.”

“Bunny would you like some help?” Seonghwa asked after he’d slide his pajama pants on.

“No,”

“Than put them on, it’s late I’m sleepy.” He yawned.

You went to speak but a knock on his door cut you off, “Y/N,” your bestie voice rang out, “put the damn pajamas on a go to sleep. It’s fucking 2am bitch. I can hear all the way down the hall.”

You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Seonghwa who gave you a look. You huffed and changed quickly, in no time you both were cuddled up in bed. Only…..you weren’t sleep, you were staring at the ceiling.

“Hwa,” you called softly, he didn’t answer, he was halfway to dreamland. So you called him again and went on a quick rant about something irrelevant.

“Babe hush please.” Seonghwa pleaded softly, tightening his arms around you.

“Ok,” you replied with a small huff and a pout. A sigh came from him as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at you, “I said okay,” you stated looking away.

“You just huffed,” he stated groggily.

“No I didn’t.” You lied.

He sighed and rolled you onto your back and rested his head on your stomach, “Fine I’m gonna go to sleep here. That way I’ll know if you huff, sigh, groan, burp, fart and or moan.” He expressed.

“Me, fart, in your presence…..never.” You scoffed out a lie.

He giggled under his breath and put his hand went under your shirt. He pushed it up a little and placed a kiss on your now exposed side. A soft squeal lift your lips instantly as you squirmed and your hands gripped his shoulders. He shushed you and licked your skin slowly, looking up at you.

“Are you going to go to bed now?” He asked deviously with a sleepy smirk on his face. Your eyes were closed, due to the sensation of his hot breath now fanning your exposed skin, “bunny,” he drawled out, the sound of his voice now caused you to clench your legs.

His hand was now inching down into your shorts. The moment he came in contact with your folds, he began to rub circles on your clit. You covered your lip and snapped your eyes open. A small whimper escaped just as he inserted his fingers. He was smirking at your red flushed cheeks, enjoying how now you were speechless.

“What’s wrong bunny?” He quizzed softly as he played in your folds faster, “wow,” he added mockingly, “you’re so quiet now. If I stop will you go to sleep?”

You let out another small whimper, arching your back. Seonghwa stopped and kissed at your belly, working his way down.

“Wait,” you tried weakly, “I knew you gave me these thin ass,”

Your words caught in your throat the moment you felt his lips connect with your clothed folds. You squirmed, gripping his hair to stop him from eating you up. But arching your back further for more. Seonghwa gave your folds long lavish lick as he made eye contact with you. You shook your head, trying to stay quiet. Watching as he pushed the thin pajama bottoms and your underwear to the side.

“It won’t take long,” Seonghwa whispered as he kissed your folds softly, “I promise you’ll shut up and go to sleep after I’m done.”

The grip you had on his hair did nothing to stop him. It only fueled his ambition to see you red faced from coming because of him. With that in mind, he licked, bit and sucked at your core, causing your stomach to clench. You’d begun to grinding against his face, your mouth hung open, small soft breaths left them. Causing him to reach up and place his fingers, that were once buried in your folds into your mouth.

A hot sigh left his lips in an attempt to catch his breath. He kissed your folds again before pulling you down closer by your thighs. He’d begun to eat you with no mercy, he wanted to sleep but he also wanted to taste your cream. So he ate you hurriedly like he was starved. The soft wet sounds filled the room, a moan escaped passed your lips, your stomach flipped and your walls clenched.

An incoherent statement left your lips as you got closer. You gasped as you bucked your hips against his face a few times, meeting him halfway. You tried to clench your legs but Seonghwa had a tight grip that held in place. He smirked as you shook and shivered coming over the edge. Watching you from his place between your legs the entire time. He kept eating until you were done.

Seonghwa let you go, and fixed your pajama bottoms back. He again kissed your stomach and sides. He looked up at you and smirk on his lips.

“Now be a good bunny and go to sleep.” He recommended, kissing your lips and cheeks, “you taste so good,” He added laying his head down on your stomach.

“You’re a slut,” you managed out of breathe, your body still tingling.

“I have something for your mouth,” he stated not moving to look at you, “it’s hard to swallow, would you like to try?” He asked.

“No,” you answered quickly.

“Good,” Seonghwa yawned, “I’ll save it for your breakfast tomorrow.”

Your hands found his hair and you began playing with the strands, “I love you bunny.” He whispered, you could feel his smile against your stomach, “next time I’m going to make you cry,” he yawned again holding you close, “only I can make you cry.”

You wanted to say something smart back but issued your own “I love you too.” Instead, because you knew that he was serious about his illustrious threat. It didn’t take long now for you to fall asleep now. He knew what he was doing, he always knew how to shut you up. Whether it be in the bedroom or during word play, you two knew each other well and complimented each other on it.

Now imagine if you hadn’t have befriended each other. That would’ve been a bummer, and you wouldn’t have been able to try your luck at relationships of love and lust. Sometimes, you have to dabble….or for better words….try to something outside the box. Sometimes you shouldn’t take what you see at face value, because beneath it could be something so much more…. 😘

[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥: 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖴𝗉, 𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗒

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chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader & platonic!loud house family x platonic!reader

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Two weeks later and your online conversations with Lynn became more frequent than you had hoped for. She would always wake you up with a good morning text and end it with a good night text. She was such a sweetheart.

Your sisters accidentally found out about Lynn and wouldn’t stop taunting you about the athlete. Sometimes, they successfully got your parents to join in the wholesome entertainment.

As for Lynn in her household, she was in the same predicament, being constantly occupied with her phone, blatantly refusing to interact with anyone else. Luna and Lori caught onto Lynn’s new behavior and informed their parents. Of course, this worried her family, but Lynn reassured them that it was just natural. Her family deemed it natural when they discovered that it was a harmless crush.

“Why don’t you invite her over tomorrow?” Rita recommended it to her daughter. “Show her around the town.”

“That’s a great idea, mom. thanks, I’ll go ask her right now.” She begins to run upstairs.

“Nuh-uh…you’ll text [name] after you eat dinner with the rest of your family.”

“But- mom,” Lynn grumbles, prepared to make up an excuse.

“No buts!” Her mom was quick to shut her attempts down.“Your dad spent hours busting away in that kitchen so don’t think that eating fast will get you out of this as well. You will spend time with your family and enjoy it.”

Begrudgingly, she obeyed her mom and rejoined her family at the dinner table.

During one of your nightly texts, Lynn decided to bring up the question. Now necessarily, Lynn wasn’t the most open when inviting people into her home, especially around her chaotic family. However, she knew that she couldn’t speak for you so she decided to drop the ball, just to see how it turns out.

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

hey [name]? i kinda have a quick question for you

new girl ☺️❤️

go ahead, lynn

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

do you wanna come over to my house tmrw? just to hang out, and i’ll show you around town

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc i would love too

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

great :)

see you tmrw then, beautiful 💗

new girl ☺️❤️

you too, lynn 💗

Lynn spent the entire night researching and creating a homemade brochure of the town’s best sights while making it creative to your liking. For future reference, she added the country club, knowing that tennis is regularly played there by mostly rich residents.

It was the little details that made her hard work so special.

“She’s gonna love it.” Lynn faintly hums, tiredness getting to her. Before she knew it, Lynn was knocked out cold across her bed, happily waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

After texting Lynn, you headed downstairs and were just in time for dinner to get started. “Hey dad, mom, you don’t mind if I go over to Lynn’s tomorrow? She’s offered to show me around town.”

“She seems kind enough to go out of her way, so why not?” Your mom confirmed with a soft smile.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Ohh…who’s Lynn?” Madison questions with a cocky smirk.

“It’s not such a big deal.” You groan.

“It is a big deal! If our baby sister’s in love already.” Cassandra teases, participating in Madison’s antics. “Now I’ve got to see this mystery girl for myself.”

“Oh, shut up!” You exclaim at your sisters, wanting the teasing to stop, but the burning desire in your stomach felt very overwhelming to contain at the moment. “Besides she’s just a friend, can’t I just text a friend?” You hastily said, wanting to just move past this conversation that required the update of your love life.

“Sure.” Madison murmurs to her dad. “Give it a couple of weeks.”

Annoyingly, your sisters had other plans, both choosing to ignore your distress and continue to taunt you more.

“Yeah, [name]’s right guys,” Cassandra nods her head in agreement and turns to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. Wait a minute…was she agreeing with you for once? This was an unbelievable moment. “That’s how the best relationships start…from the root of a healthy friendship.”

The shimmering smile on your face instantly deflates so guess that you spoke too soon. You shouldn’t be this surprised by now, your sisters were endlessly teasing you from the moment they recognized the lovesick aura that reflected off of you.

“Isn’t that the girl that you’ve been glued to your phone with almost every day?” Your dad joins in the conversation.

“Now I wouldn’t say that I was glued to my phone almost every day.” You rolled your eyes and folded your arms as you denied the accusations. If they were going to tease you, they should at least have their facts in order, otherwise it was just useless.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that you were addicted to your phone ever since you started to text this Lynn girl.” Madison comments, “Always so private and defensive whenever I bring up her name.”

Your mom winks at you. “Well, I can’t wait to meet her.”

“What?! Mom, seriously, you’re in on this too?” You felt betrayed at the revelation. “We just moved into town two weeks ago. There’s no way that I could already have a girlfriend.”

“And we’re loving how slow and steady you’re being especially after Ang–“ Your mom states, not realizing her colossal upcoming mistake.

“Don’t!” you inhale sharply, abruptly interrupting her as you hesitate for your next words, “Please don’t say her name.” Your voice tuned down into a shortened whisper.

The loud clattering of forks against the plates immediately halted as you felt peering eyes staring at you, eager for your reaction.

“Ok, y’know what. All of a sudden, I’m not so hungry.” You left the dinner table and stormed off to your bedroom. You heard your mom call after you, but you just ignored her, trying to blink away your incoming tears.

Why would your mom bring up her name? I mean, after all this time…when you’re finally moving on with your life. Hopefully, you could’ve slept on that rough patch and forgotten all about it by the next morning.

Your dad dropped you at the Louds’ house by 10 am sharp. You knocked on the front door several times and waited for someone to open the door. It took a few more seconds of rocking awkwardly on your feet until the door finally opened.

“Hey, [name].” Lynn greets you with a soft smile, letting you inside her house.

“Hey, Lynn.” You walked in, reciprocating a welcoming smile and she shut the door behind you.

“I just have to grab something and we’ll leave.”

“Ok, family time for the clean up day,” Lynn Sr. announces.

“Can’t we do this another day, dad?” Lynn starts to complain, “I have a guest and I don’t want to bore her with my chores, and besides we had a whole day planned together.”

Her father sarcastically frowns, “Sorry, sweetie, clean up day is clean up day.”

Lynn groans, annoyed at the drastic turn of events. This was not how she dreamed this day would happen. The brunette girl looks over at you with a vanished gleam in her eyes, “Sorry that our day was ruined, I had a lot of activities planned. I don’t suppose you wanna help me clean, do you?” she bit down on her lower lip, anticipating a reply from you. The brunette girl hoped that you didn’t take the day's cancellation to heart, and will ultimately brush it off.

You smiled, taking the athlete by surprise, and grabbed her hand intertwining it with yours. Lynn felt herself freeze up on the spot, her mind not comprehending the innocent action. Of course, Lynn didn’t refuse the hand-holding and embraced it for her comfort. Even if she had rejected your sweet gesture, she couldn’t bear to witness your disappointed face and receive a somber attitude from you afterward.

She tightened the grasp as she raised your conjoined hands in the air, going along with your tactics.

“It’s fine, Lynn. You’ll just make it up to me later, right?”

She begins to stutter, crimson red darkening her cheeks as she starts to stutter out, “Yeah—yes, sure, whatever you wanna do.” Allowing you to drag her toward her family line.

Throughout the whole instructions from her dad, Lynn couldn’t seem to cling to the concept, her erratic heartbeat drowning out her dad’s speech.

The close proximity, the hand-holding, the lingering looks, and the touches were all too much. Too much for Lynn to handle alone and she desperately needed to know if you felt the same and wanted you to have some of the weight as well, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do so.

Her mind was completely blank of ideas on how to get you back, possibly because her mind was feeling hazy by her overwhelming thoughts.

Could you have felt how sweaty her palm was? Surely, you would have figured out how nervous you’re currently making her. Perhaps it was a game to you, to see who would snap first and reclaim your ego. It didn’t matter to Lynn though, she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

To make matters worse, you laid your face against her clothed shoulder and began gently tracing on her arm with your fingers in a rhythmic pattern. In response, Lynn rested her head against yours, her eyes trained on her dad despite wanting to see your reaction.

Then all of sudden, you leaned in her ear, your lips just barely hovering over her ear lobe, “Are you okay, Lynn? You seem zoned out.” The soft shudder that escaped her lips was hardly audible, thankfully that you couldn’t discover how frustrated you were making her.

All because of a voice. In particular, it was your sultry voice that made her legs tremble like jello. She hated how vulnerable she was around you, always used to putting up an outgoing-aggressive personality. She loathed how all of her walls crumbled whenever you were around her because ever since she met you, she became a rambling mess.

That was all it took for Lynn’s mind to spiral out of control. You had rendered completely speechless and she didn’t like the odd feeling.

She was purely convinced that you knew exactly what you were doing…with those innocent glances and sweet touches that may seem friendly on the outside but she knew deep down inside that they were anything but friendly. Well…at least that she hoped.

But surprisingly, she had kept her cool and mentally regained her power over her speech. Lynn cleared her throat, leaning over slightly to whisper back to you as she sneakily spared you a glance. “Yeah, I’m fine, [name].”

“Ok, louds get to cleaning.” Lynn’s dad cheers, clapping his hands together, urging his children to start their respective chores.

Her eyebrows brunch up in confusion as she stammers out, “Wait, dad, what was my cho— oh forget it.“ Lynn cut herself off after seeing her father disappear upstairs alongside many of her siblings.

Due to her daydreaming and possible overthinking, Lynn didn’t hear anything that was being spoken so she was confused about what her chore was.

The brunette girl turned to look at you, assuming that you had paid attention. Luckily for her, you were actually listening…and partially giving Lynn lingering looks past her shoulders, but nonetheless, you knew what chore was given to you.

“We’re on kitchen duty alongside Lincoln.” You informed her with a weak smile watching the relief overtake her features.

When you both started the kitchen, you divided the tasks evenly and gave them specific tasks. Lincoln went off to clean the dinner table as you and Lynn stayed behind in the kitchen.

In the midst of cleaning the kitchen with Lynn, she had momentarily disappeared on you, so regardless you continued your chore. Her absence wasn’t going to affect your cleaning, she announced that she was coming right back anyway.

While clearing and drying the wet dishes from the sink, you heard shuffling behind you.

“Great job, girls.” Lynn’s dad encourages the both of you as he briefly walks past the kitchen. “The kitchen’s looking better already.” You kindly smiled in appreciation at his approval.

“Hey, [name]. I need your opinion on something real quick.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“This kinda requires you to look at me.”

It was when you finally turned around to speak that you detected the difference in Lynn’s outfit, she was now wearing a black blazer over her jersey and held a duster in her right hand.

To be honest, she looked absolutely gorgeous in that black blazer.

“How do I look? Is it too much?” She asks, smoothing out the blazer. You remained silent, unable to force any words out, still taking in the new addition to her appearance. “You good, there, cutie? You just seem a little bit star-struck.” Her smirk was too big to miss. She was so cocky yet, you somehow loved it.

You hesitated, gripping the drying cloth. “Ok, first of all, the blazer totally suits you but you shouldn’t be wearing a blazer when cleaning, it’s going to get dirty.” You advised your friend.

“It’s not going to get dirty if I’m not cleaning,” Lynn stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Lynn, are you serious? Ditching work to do some dumb shit.”

Lincoln pops up, beside his older sister. “I don’t know, [name], kinda seems like a good idea.”

“See, Lincoln gets it.” She points to her brother with the duster.

“That’s because he’s your brother and he wants to ditch work too.” You scoff at Lincoln’s smart cunning act.

Lincoln nods and smiles, “Great minds think alike, [name].” The white-haired boy leaves the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m not really loving this attitude from you, sweetie.” She rolls her eyes at you.

“Well, forgive me,” You harshly threw the cloth over your shoulders and started stalking towards her. Lynn’s posture started to shrink with every step you took towards her and eventually, your bodies were pressed together. You were practically touching noses and you could have seen Lynn’s confidence wavering away within the second. It sparked something in you, wanting to see her confidence falter like that. Might you be surprised that you found it quite endearing to your advantage, to be the only person to achieve what you can do to Lynn Loud Jr. “If I’m just looking out for you, sweetie.” The last word was filled with pure annoyance.

You turned around, ready to walk away to continue your last of the dishes, and with your back turned, it gave Lynn the chance to quickly ponder on how to get you flustered. She was swift with her movements when her hands are wrapped around your waist, spinning you back around to her. Releasing a surprised gasp, completely shocked by the hand placement and now she had the upper hand in this situation and she was relishing her victory with the smirk forming on her lips.

“Careful, [name], and I just might think that you’re falling for me.”

You sneer, feeling yourself flush like a complete idiot, “In your dreams, loud.”

She slowly chuckles, her grip tightening on your waist, eyes deliberately rising to connect to your dilated (e/c) ones. “Then why haven’t you pulled away from me, yet, then, gorgeous?”

You were stunned at her question. That was a good question: why haven’t you resisted her advances when you apparently disagreed with her? Generally speaking, you were too much in a trance to pull away from Lynn, but you weren’t admitting to that out loud.

Her sister, Luna walks in, noticing the position that you’re both in, “Woah!! Get a room, lovebirds.” Then she leaves right from her entrance.

Those words snapped you back into reality as you pushed Lynn off of you, staggering on your feet momentarily before regaining your balance. You smoothed out your clothes as Lynn just stared at you with a hidden glint in her eyes and that hazy smile on her lips. Even though you were irritated at her, Lynn still managed to find you amusing.

“Come on, let’s go do your news reporter thingy.” You stood up straight and cleared out your throat. You left the kitchen and Lynn immediately followed after you, leaving no final thoughts behind.

By the time you reached upstairs, you heard Mr. Loud’s voice from Luna and Luan’s room. You walked in the middle of the conversation, staying hidden by the door alongside Lynn.

“Keep you guys on task and take care of— good gravy, where’s Lily?” He shouted in distress, pointing down to the blank space which was meant to be Lily’s presence.

Just then, Lynn appears from the doorway, using the cleaning duster as a makeshift microphone. “Oh…dad, already lost Lily and already told mom that he’d watch her…excited to see how this one unfolds.” She finishes, earning confused looks from her dad and sister.

“And this is…” He trails off.

“I decided if I don’t make it as a professional athlete, I need a backup plan, so I’m practicing to be a sports announcer.” She explains to them.

“You’re off to a good start, Lynn.” You joked.

The doorbell from downstairs rang, alerting us that someone was there.

“It’s probably child services.” He mutters to himself. “Ok, you three girls find Lily and I’ll cover.” He instructs before leaving the room.

“Who are you again?” Luna questions, pointing to you with a skeptical look on her face.

“I’m [name].” You reintroduced yourself, “We met when your family introduced yourselves as my new neighbors.”

“Ohh…” It finally dawns on her as she clicks her tongue, “I remember you. You’re that girl that Lynn won’t non-stop gushing about every day. I swear that she seems so smit—“

“Ok, I thought that we were going to keep that between us.” Lynn drags you away, cutting Luna’s statement off.

“Hold up, baseball girl.” You stop her in the middle of the hallway, “What was that all about?”

At first, she avoided your questioning gaze, deciding to keep her pride together. It was the deafening silence that gave you all the answers which you needed.

“You talk about me? To your family.” You questioned with a sympathetic smile.

“Yes, I do.” She sheepishly replies, “I hope you don’t find that weird.

“It’s not weird if I did that same thing as well.”

“We’ll call it even.” Lynn finalizes, putting her hand out.

“Deal.” You accepted with the handshake, completing it with a firm grip. You and Lynn made your way downstairs and you began to ask, “So you just pop up from out of nowhere?”

“Yeah, [name], that’s kinda the point! Also, you’re free to do sportscasts with me if you’d like as well. It’s typically a two-person job.” Lynn offers, “I think that I have a matching blazer if you’re up for it.”

“That’s quite alright, Lynn.”

“Oh well, suit yourself. We could have been an awesome duo.”

Going according to Lynn’s plan, you had walked into another misunderstanding just in time.

“Hey, dad, you might want to clean the fancy glasses yourself. I think some of them are busted.” Lincoln strolled in with a beach ball in his hand, wearing beachwear.

Suddenly, Lynn appears from the corridor, “Oh…something’s busted alright and his name is Lincoln Loud.” Long story short, Mr. Loud found Lincoln’s punishment viable for doing yard work all by himself.

Deeply interested in searching for his youngest daughter, Lynn’s dad is in distress by moving clothes that aren’t where they were supposed to be.

Lynn zoomed in on her imaginary headshot. “With his back against the wall, dad throws a desperation hail mary…and lies to mom.”

He throws a pile of dirty clothes into the twins’ room before speaking, “Not in the mood Lynn.”

Lynn bashfully shrugs and vanishes back into her room to find you sitting on her bed. You looked around in amazement at her side of the room, “Can tell that you’re sports-obsessed, loud.”

“What can I say?” She shrugs with a giddy smirk, “I’m very easily captivated.”

Your phone goes off, interrupting the so-called moment. “Hey, get this, but our moms met and conjured up a plan so now I’m sleeping over at your house for tonight.”

When she remained silent, your curiosity grew wild. “Did you have some part in this little arrangement?” You squint your eyes at Lynn.

“What— no!” Lynn actively denied your accusations, “What gave you that stupid idea?”

“Yes she did, she basically begged mom to do it.” Luna passed the room.

“Thanks again, Luna,” She yells at her.

“Well luckily for you, I enjoy sleepovers.” You walked closer to her watching the blush on her cheeks form intensely. You had her wrapped around your finger, and you loved it to the very core. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed her cheek passionately, leaving a faint print of lip gloss there once you pulled away. “I will call one of my sisters to pack me a bag.”

A loud whistle echoing around the house stops your conversation.

“That’s a family meeting, it’s a requirement for us to be there.” Lynn managed out, still mesmerized by the cheek kiss that you passionately gave her as she humored your confused expression.

Turning to your heel as you exited the bedroom, heading downstairs. Meanwhile, Lynn’s still in her room, grinning happily as her fingers trace over the area that you recently kissed and the crimson red fades away from her face.

“The reason I called this family is because Lily is missing.” He rambles, walking back and forth. “I mean she’s not missing… It’s just that I can’t find her. If there’s one thing that I’m proud of, it’s the fact that I can keep track of all my kids.” He finally looked at his remaining children. “Where are all my kids?”

In chronological order, there were Lisa, Leni, Lynn, [Name], Luna, Lana, and Luan.

Flashing her head in the tv’s direction, “If you’re just joining us, dad promised mom that he wouldn’t lose Lily and now…he’s lost…” She looks to you for an answer and you hold up four fingers to confirm as she briefly nods to you in thanks. “Four of his eleven children.”

Mr. Loud scoffs and sits back down. “I know where Lily is.” Lisa started with a bit of uncertainty in her tone.

He jumps out of his seat and lets out an enthusiastic yell, “Great!”

“She’s in another dimension…” She hesitates, her tone fills with disappointment.

His happy energy instantly deflates as he lets out a sorrowful, “Great..”

“I accidentally zap-mastered her, right now, the best course of action would be to have somebody hold this tracking device.” Lisa pulls out a small circular device and continues to explain, “Then zap them in the same dimension, of course, there's a possibility that person would be sent to an entirely different dimension or possibly a bottomless black hole.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You intervened, peeking your head out from Lynn’s tall figure.

“You must be new here!” The blonde girl, whom you assumed was Leni, said, “This happens almost every day…or is it every week?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Luna whispers to you from behind.

“Okay, okay,” Mr. Loud tries to process the new information in his head.

He suddenly then turns to his children with hopefulness in his tone, “Who would like to do that?” Amongst hearing that, there were many beats of silence, all of his children collectively disagreeing.

“Why don’t we put one of the tracking devices on one of Lana’s pets?” Luna suggests and Luan makes a hum of encouragement.

“Sounds great, pops.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Lana clarifies. “The only one brave enough would be Hops but we're not on speaking terms since I put him on a low-carb diet.”

Lynn Sr. rises from his seat, “Sometimes a man’s gotta do what, what a man’s gotta do.” At first, it sounded inspirational, almost making it believable until it wasn’t. “Let’s get Hops a piece of bread and see if we can talk him into it.” Everyone unanimously agreed as they all headed to the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Lana behind.

The whistle is loudly used again, commanding the remaining children into the living room.

“The reason I called another family meeting is to inform you all that I’m going to find Lily. I’m also going to find Lola, Lucy, and Lincoln. Where is Lana?”

Like magic, Lynn reports back to another imaginary camera. “This is a sports update with Lynn Loud that dad has now lost, not four, but five of his eleven children.”

She plants the makeshift microphone in front of your face, “How do you feel about the events that have transpired?” You squinted your eyes at her and shoved the duster right back in her face.

Her attention shifted back to her dad who’s started to spiral into overthinking. “Your mom is gonna kill me. I don’t think this could get any worse,” He came to terms with reality before shouting again; “Where is Luan?”

You all simultaneously looked at the empty presence of Luan, wondering where she could have gone. Somehow, you and Lynn ended up in the basement upon your discovery of finding the missing sisters, except for Lily.

“Well, at least I get a break from Lynn’s nonstop sportscasting.” Luan seemed relieved.

“Boo!” Lynn pops up, scaring her sisters in the process, “The crowd did not like that one.”

Luan chuckles, placing a reassuring pat on your shoulder, “Me and Coconuts are gonna go find that doorknob.” She stepped forward before a loud growling sound ceased her from doing so.

She backs up in a huddled form with her younger sisters except for Lucy, who just stands there. Instinctively, Lynn’s arm protectively wraps around your waist and pulls you in closer to her chest.

Later on, Leni, Lisa, and Luna made their way down to the basement, leaving all of you trapped there. So the next best thing was to yell for help and only prayed that we would be rescued. Apparently, Lynn Sr. came to the rescue but absentmindedly locked himself in the basement as well. Lola caught her dad up to speed with the whole metal monster, and it terrified him.

This was getting ridiculous and even by your standards. So you concluded that you would terminate this monster and escape this eerie basement.

“Ok, this is stupid,” You mutter, making your way to the machine before a hand pulls you back, halting your movements.

“Where are you going?” Lynn questions, tugging on your arm.

“I’m getting this over with and finding Lily.” You said rationally as she let go of your arm.

“Fine then I’m coming with you.” She concludes, walking forward as well.

“Lynn, I don’t need you coming with me.” You sigh.

“What if you get lost?” She steps closer to you.

Now you stepped closer to her. “It’s a small basement Lynn, I highly doubt that possibility.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being safe.” She proceeded until your noses were barely touching and your eyes were making intense eye contact. It was the reenactment in the kitchen all over again, except there was an audience and a very confused one at that.

“Would you two stop flirting and get a move on!” Luna states, receiving multiple noises of accordance from the others.

“Woah! Woah, let’s take it down a notch.“

“We’re not flirting!” You simultaneously argued with their allegations.

“Yeah, and it totally looked like you weren’t about to kiss as well.” Lola sarcastically comments, folding her arms.

Lynn’s eyes widened at that statement. “Kiss? Pmmmph…we definitely didn’t kiss.” Anyone with eyes could tell that she was freaking out by the second.

“Alright, that’s enough talking out of you.” You tugged on her arm, dragging her away from her crowd of a family.

“Oh, I’m definitely getting them together,” Luna mutters to herself.

Sticking side by side, you and Lynn sauntered closer to the so-called monster’s presence. Then, you finally saw it, their appearance expanding when they staggered close by. It looked like those cartoon robots on the kid’s channel, but you two only stepped closer to the unknown shadow, not even intimidated by it.

She emerges from the shadows, revealing it to be the cute blonde toddler. “Boo!” You smile sweetly as she walks towards you with a dopey grin and hands Lynn the missing doorknob.

“Up-up!” She cutely babbles, motioning to you with grabby hands that she wants to be held. Of course, you accepted the 5-year-old into your arms and ventured back to the others.

“Look at who we found!” You exclaimed, back in the presence of the large family. They all cheered in victory when they noticed the familiar toddler in your arms, all snuggled up into your neck and their chants rise when Lynn showed them the doorknob.

“Our family’s all together again.” Lynn Sr. rejoices and looks at Lily, “Lily, do you understand the magnitude of this moment?”

“Magnitude!” She praises, raising her arms in the air. Everyone laughs in amusement and Mr. Loud looks around, “Where is Lincoln?”

Eventually, Lynn Sr. fixed the doorknob and got everyone out of the dark basement. Walking past the clean kitchen, Lynn’s dad was impressed by the job well done.

“Glad someone actually did their chores.”

The family movie was finished and it was nearing nightfall, having your sleepover bag after Madison dropped it off earlier. After having a relaxed shower and changing into some rather comfortable pajamas, you and Lynn head downstairs for dinner.

You were seated in between Luna and Lynn while Leni and Luan were sitting directly in front of you.

“[Name], I hope you like lasagna or as I would like to call it my lynn-sagna.” Mr. Loud exaggerates with a smile.

“It’s one of my favorite dishes,”

“That’s great!”

The dinner was delicious, dare you even say, one of the best cooking that you’ve ever had.

Getting ready for bed by brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine, you were hogging up the bathroom for a good hour. Obviously, Lynn bunked you up with her and had also kicked Lucy out for the night.

The night was tranquil, enough to make the tension in Lynn’s bedroom awkward for the both of you. The brunette girl had allowed you to choose which side of the bed you would rather prefer, but your indecisive nature held you back.

Luckily, Lynn came up with a solution and offered to lay on the bed first. With your back against her chest, verified by her lingering desire to be closer to you. It was the right time for the opportunity but Lynn deeply hesitated. She needed to feel the innocent warmth that your body was willing to give to her.

“Good night, Lynn.” You softly yawn, feeling Lynn’s arms enfold around your waist as she pulls you closer into her. Who knew that Lynn was such a softie at heart?

She ponders on pushing the boundaries even further by digging her head into your neck for reassurance. You didn’t pull away from the position, finding it quite soothing to sleep in.

She shuffled, tickling you with her slight movements, and very faintly, she quickly leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Night, beautiful.”

© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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Horns That Hold a Crown

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Baratheon!Reader, Ned Stark x Baratheon!Reader

Warnings: none really

Words: 2814

Summary: The only daughter of Steffon Baratheon, and to Aerys you were th eonly suitable bride for his son Rhaegar. Your previokus engagement to Ned Stark was broken. Now you found yourself the bride of a dragon instead that of a wolf.

The proposal caught Steffon Baratheon completely off guard.

“E-Excuse me your Grace?”

King Aerys rolls his pale lilac eyes. “You heard me. You have a daughter don’t you? Targaryen blood in the Baratheon family may be diluted but it’s still there. Enough so that I can marry Rhaegar to your daughter.”

He probably should’ve felt honor yet all Steffon could feel was apprehension coiling in his gut. In the past years the king’s mental health had fallen in a rapid decline that worried his court. The last thing he wanted to do was put his only daughter in harm’s way. True that Rhaegar Targaryen was an upstanding young man that any maid would want to marry, but that would mean his little girl would be near the king’s madness.

That and he had already betrothed her to Eddard Stark, the second son of Rickard Stark.

He couldn’t just say no to the King of Westeros though. Otherwise he might meet his death with wildfire.

Steffon keeps his expression calm as he bows to his king. “Of course your Grace. I shall send arrangements right away.”

‘Forgive me (y/n).’

*

“A letter from father?” You eagerly grab the rolled up piece of parchment from the retainer.

Renly hops around you trying to get at it. “What does it say (y/n)?”

“It says your an impatient little brat that needs to learn self-control.” Light heartedly you tease him. Renly grins cheekily and holds onto your arm. You break the wax seal and begin to read. The lower you get through the page the more your smile vanishes.

“What’s wrong?” Renly asks noticing your widened eyes.

“I’m. . . “I’m to marry Rhaegar Targaryen.” All the breath leaves you, your father’s letter fluttering to the ground where your little brother picks it up.

He scrunches his nose. “That can’t be right. You’re betrothed to Ned Stark. How could father forget that?”

Limply you sit down on a stone bench that was provided in the courtyard of Storm’s End castle. You felt your head go light as you try not to faint. “I don’t think he forgot Renly.”

There was further confusion on his face. “I don’t understand. You’re supposed to marry Ned.”

Biting your lip you pull Renly beside you. “Things change Renly. If this is the King’s will then of course father has to obey and break my engagement to Ned. It would be best for our family too I suppose. Marrying Rhaegar would mean some day I would be queen.”

At that Renly’s eyes sparkle. “Yeah! That is a lot better than marrying some northern lord!”

You wished you could share your brother’s enthusiasm. It wasn’t like you loved the fiance you had now. Ned Stark hardly smiled and he was as cold as his northern land. Something just didn’t settle right with you though.

Queen.

Someday you would be a queen.

Was that what made you feel queasy? Any other girl would kill for the title of Rhaegar’s queen. You however would’ve been happy enough to live out your days in the north where the only fear they had was wildlings and winter. Unlike King’s Landing where they played the dangerous game of thrones. A game where everyone is your enemy and if you make one small slip it could very well cost you your life. You didn’t want to live in constant fear. What kind of life would that be if you were constantly looking over your shoulder and unable to eat anything because it could be poisoned. You would be like King Aerys. Was being ruler of all the seven kingdoms really worth his sanity? You didn’t think so.

The news ultimately spread quickly throughout Storm’s End about your betrothal to the crown prince and how you would be traveling to King’s Landing by order of your father. To seal the deal and for your soon-to-be husband to see you.

Renly wanted to badly to go with you, but your mother insisted that he stay with your older brother Stannis. The two didn’t get along well; then again Stannis didn’t really get along with anyone.

Before Renly could throw a fit you calmed him down. “I’ll send for you when the time comes. I promise.”

“Don’t take too long.” Renly simpers and gives you a great big hug.

“I love you Renly. Behave for Stannis and the maesters.”

You turn to said brother as he awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other before deciding a simple pat on the shoulder would suffice. “Make our family proud (y/n).”

It was the best you could expect from Stannis. “Take care Stannis.”

*

Rhaegar stared at his father incredulously. “(y/n) Baratheon? But she’s betrothed to-”

“She was betrothed to Ned Stark, but now she’s betrothed to you. She has Targaryen blood in her. Even if it’s diluted it’s still something. Far too valuable to be mingling with some low lord of the north.” Aerys waves off his son’s concern. “You need a bride with a pedigree worthy enough to bear you an heir. And since your mother has failed to give birth to a daughter, (y/n) will have to do.”

“Surely the Starks will see this as a slight. . .” Relationships were already very fragile concerning his father. They didn’t need enemies in the north.

He laughs bitterly. “They’ll do whatever I say!” Aerys’ gnarly fingers that possessed ever growing nails, wrap around his goblet’s stem as he moves the rim to his lips.

Uneasiness settled in Rhaegar’s stomach like a heavy stone. His father’s disregard for others concerned him greatly as the king spiraled down into his madness.

“It’s about time you got married.” His father grumbles and takes a deep sip. “She’s the best bride we’ll ever find for you. Tywin has offered up his daughter Cersei, but lets face it. He is my servant. I can’t have my servant’s daughter marrying the heir to the throne. Then there’s that Dornish princess.” He scoffs at that. “Dornish. How insulting. Yes, (y/n) is the best one out there. The Baratheons are a hardy line. She will produce many sons for you. Strong sons. Perhaps even a daughter.”

Rhaegar didn’t argue. He was indeed at the age where young lords were expected to be married. It was a little bit more difficult marrying him off though considering that he would one day rule Westeros.

Still, he didn’t like the idea of taking someone else’s bride. He didn’t know Eddard Stark at all. But he knew how prideful the Starks were. He knew how stuck to tradition they were. Maybe Ned loved (y/n). Rhaegar didn’t know.

He wondered what kind of lady that his bride to be was. He’d never met her before but he had met Steffon Baratheon. The man obviously cared deeply for his daughter. His only daughter. This must not have been easy for him to do. Rhaegar knew that Steffon must’ve been extremely hesitant to do so. Even with the prospect of marrying into royalty, who in their right mind would want to subject their daughter to Aerys? 

~

There were no expectations when (y/n) Baratheon’s ship docked in Blackwater Bay. Rhaegar had wanted to go and meet her there but his father had scoffed at the idea and wanted his son to stay put in the Red Keep. They would come to him, not the other way around. So Rhaegar stay put, tapping his foot incessantly and and pacing around the throne room to keep his nerves at bay. This was after all the woman he’d be spending the rest of his life with. The woman who would give him children. Someone he’d have to protect from the long winter that was to come. The long winter that he had read, one that made him become a warrior prince. The Starks were right that winter was indeed coming. He’d be ready for it though. He’d make sure (y/n) was ready too.

Finally Rhaegar spotted the Baratheon stags that were embroidered onto every banner that was closing in on the Keep. The entourage spilled into the Great Hall where the Iron Throne was kept. Up on it was King Aerys, as withered as ever. His eyes narrowed as he watches the stags fill up the hall. There next to Steffon Baratheon stood his daughter (y/n). Rhaegar felt a small breath exalt from his body as she stepped forward with her father, head held high and deep blue eyes meeting Rhaegar’s immediately. She held herself with pride and confidence but in those mesmerizing eyes of her’s Rhaegar found a little bit of hesitation. Of uncertainty.

Women like that normally tried to hold the air of being hard, but not (y/n). A soft smile that made Rhaegar feel like a blushing maiden. It brought a new light to her. Yes she was confident but she was also gentle and reassuring. Whatever doubts she had about Rhaegar, he was now determined to rid her of them. It was the strength and softness Rhaegar found in her rich blue eyes.

Even though he felt bad for taking Ned Stark’s bride, Rhaegar no longer worried too much about the northern man.

*

The meeting had gone well, at least that’s what you had thought. You congratulated yourself for not cringing away from Aerys as he looked at you with such eery eyes. They no longer possessed the between that his son and wife had. The whites were tinged with red agitation, telltale signs of his lack of sleep. Luckily he didn’t stay to talk for too long. He only saw you and your father out of duty. That was fine by you. The sooner the Mad King was out of your sight, the better. You found yourself pitying the beautiful Rhaella. She deserved better than Aerys.

You spoke few words with your future husband before you were carted away to your room. Those few minutes that you spent with Rhaegar had you understanding why so many maidens would kill to be in your position. He was as handsome as the stories said he was and had such a soft baritone that was pleasing to your ears. He could be speaking normally and still sound like he was singing. His voice had that beautiful lilting quality to it that had you shedding away all of your tiredness from travel.

This was the man you were to marry. You would be his queen. Bear his heirs and such. The continuation of the Targaryen family would rest entirely on your shoulders. If you failed. . . If you failed it would not only be shameful to the Targaryens but to the Baratheons as well. So much hope was being put into you. Not that your father cared one bit about the elevation of his status, but all the others did. That was something you never had to worry about with marry Ned. Your union would’ve been a simple one and you would’ve been free to live out your days peacefully in Winterfell. If you were being honest with yourself that was all you had ever wanted. You cared not for extravagances; you would be content enough with a man who respected you and made sure that you and your children would always be taken care of.

All the extra stuff you would be getting with Rhaegar was more than you would ever ask for. It sent you into a slight panic as you pressed your burning forehead to the cool windowpane that provided your room with the gentle glow of the sun setting. This whole entire city would be your’s. All of Westeros would be your’s too.

If you failed to be a good queen, what would happen to you? If you failed to provide Rhaegar a son, what would happen? The only answer you could come up with was death. Of course just from your first meeting with him you knew Rhaegar wasn’t the kind of man to kill his wife over not having sons. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself. You had no idea what kind of man he truly was except for the stories you had been told of him and so far they match up to what you have seen.

People could be quite good at lying though.

You groan when you realize you had been biting your nails. It was a nasty habit you had picked up when you were a young child and had stuck with you. You often did it during times of immense stress and anxiety. Your mother would always scold you when she caught you. It was quite unladylike but you couldn’t help it even when your septa would slap your fingers with a stick.

Pulling your hands away from your mouth you go about to pacing around your room. You were in King’s Landing, so now what? Just wait until the wedding ceremony?

A knock to your door made you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Who is it?”

“Rhaegar.” You could practically hear his smile in his voice.

You quickly composed yourself before answering the door. “Your Grace, how can I help you?”

He waves off the use of his title. “None of that is necessary. We’ll be married, remember? Anyway I was wondering if you would come and join me in a little stroll before supper. I can show you around the Keep so you can familiarize yourself.”

Fresh air sounded like the best idea to you. You eagerly left with Rhaegar and let him lead you through the castle, showing you each corridor and where they lead, where so and so had once lived, and out into the courtyard. You found yourself rid of your anxiety after he had showed you the first few floors of the Keep. Now you felt at ease by his side. The two of you had been sharing anecdotes of your childhood and the friends you had made through the years.

Rhaegar sent a stableboy away when the two of you made it to the stables. The smell of hay was a welcoming scent. He introduced you to the many horses that his family possessed as if they were actual people.

He lowers his voice as he pats at the neck of a reddish horse. “This one here is my particular favorite. Say hello to Kvothe.”

“Kvothe? That’s an odd name.” Regardless you curtsy to the horse making Rhaegar smile. You found yourself adoring that smile more and more.

“I’m happy you’re relaxed now.”

You lift your head up. “What makes you think I wasn’t relaxed before?”

Rhaegar shrugs and goes to give Kvothe a carrot. Giant teeth clamp down on the poor vegetable. “I didn’t know at first. I suspected that you were a little wary of your new surroundings which is completely understandable. You held yourself well in front of the court. Proud and strong, just like any good queen. When I went to your room though your body language told me that you weren’t exactly relaxed with the idea of being here.”

“It did take a lot out of me being there with so many people.” You confessed. “I don’t know how I’m gonna keep it up for the rest of my life. Pretending I’m a good candidate to be queen.”

He furrowed his brows and looked away from his horse. “Are you worried about that?”

You lean back against a pillar that separated the stable stalls. “Of course I am. I’m going to be queen of seven kingdoms! Not one, seven! I’m gonna have to go in front of crowds on a daily basis.”

Pursing his lips, he scoots over so that he’s standing next to you, his hip bumping into your side. “If it makes you feel any better you won’t be alone in it. I’ll be with you. We’re gonna rule together.”

That did make you feel better. Through all your imagenings you had forgotten about Rhaegar. You weren’t alone in this.

“And for what it’s worth I think you’ll make a wonderful queen. It wasn’t a show you were putting on earlier. That’s who you are inside. Strong and confident. You’ll find your footing, given time.” The silver strands of his hair caught and absorbed the vibrant orange that filled the air as the sun died behind the mountains.

You hide your blush with a smile. “But what is a doe compared to a dragon?”

The most beautiful fingers you have ever seen reach out for your (h/c) hair and gently tucks it behind your ear. If it were anyone else you would’ve told them not to touch you. But you wanted Rhaegar to touch you. You wanted to feel his palm on your cheek and his lips against your’s. “A pretty doe like you would look even better with a crown on her head than a dragon ever would.”

[hajimeshoe]

Obey Me Brothers with a Teen!MC that just doesn’t give a damn.

Newest hyperfixation - Obey me bois

Lucifer

When MC's summoned they shows up and once the situation is explained just goes “Sounds good,”

Like, excuse me??? Repeat back everything I just said please “I’m here to attend an exchange program, surrounded by demons that think I’m a whole ass snack” “…” “Now where’s my room?”

At least they won’t have issues adjus- did they just bribe Mammon into making a pact with them?? And piss off Levi?? In the span of a week?

No, MC, you’ve nearly gotten eaten six times this week- GET DOWN FROM DIAVOLO’S SHOULDERS!

Well look at that, MC has a pet cat…oh fuck it ate the couch.

He has his hands full but bitch is too stubborn- sorry, Prideful, to just let this small human die.

And when they make a pact with him he’s just done with their bullshit.

Mammon

He has to babysit a child? Okay, at least they're not asking questions

Hey, give him his credit card back MC! And sTOP SELLING MY STUFF! No, I don’t care if I tried selling your stuff you brat!

By the end of the first week he’s THE big brother tho. MC wants to play pranks? Count him in. Sell a picture of Lucifer they edited to be shirtless? They’re splitting the money 50/50.

He just wishes MC would have some semblance of self-preservation, but nope. MC started a fight with a lower level wrath demon and cut their own hand to taunt it with their blood.

Mammon just threw them over his shoulder and bolted.

Can he just wrap MC in bubble wrap and lock them in the attic?? Please???

Leviathan

Who in their right mind let a normie child down here?

He doesn't like normies, he doesn't like children, so this one is lucky that Lucifer said they can't ea-

"Over 300 hours spent watching anime in my room, I spent 12 hours binging Devilman Crybaby, read all the manga of the anime I've watched plus some, and there was one I locked myself in my room for 2 weeks to binge an anime with over 1000 episodes"

His new bestie!

If MC would even want to be friends with a gross, yucky otaku like him

He will complain about this kid but he'll still abduct MC to binge anime in his room and to game with him

Especially once they have a pact

Satan

Pisses off Lucifer? Check. Gets angry and hits things? Check. Likes cats? Check.

Satan has a new little sibling

He doesn't immediately actually LIKE MC until the entire thing with Lucifer, but hey! He finds them amusing at least

And once he does actually like them and want to be their friend, he's essentially an older sibling to them. Pranks Lucifer, gets them an anti-lucifer league t-shirt, the whole nine yards.

100% straight up kills any demon MC gets in a fight with if they harm MC

Asmodeus

He's not some sort of pedo and you're a liiiiitle too young for him, so he does not flirt

He will, however, give beauty and skincare tips

Also he posts tons of pictures of you on his Devilgram

You're now his honorary baby sister, after all

He coos at you once you manage to summon him when Solomon lends you his magic

And he gets whiny when you get in fights with demons or do stupidly dangerous things because, “MC, you’ll get bruised!”

Beelzebub

Beel is worried

Who let a fragile, little, baby human in here?? You weren't even old enough to legally drink or live by yourself!

He is now your big brother and bodyguard

Has ended up dangling from a balcony by one hand, with the other holding onto one of your knees when he caught you when you decided to jump from it for fun once

He swore to never leave you unsupervised after that, especially not with mammon

And when Belphie killed you? He. Was. Distraught.

His twin killed their new little sibling, he was horrified and ready to cry

Belphegor

At first, he didn't care for you at all. Baby humans are just more gullible.

Then he was annoyed

His brothers rarely left you alone for more than a couple of seconds

Definitely not long enough to get you up the stairs

Once he eventually got you up the stairs? He was just counting down the hours until he could kill you

Even his own twin loved you? How could Beel.

Not to mention, you'd get into a fight with everyone

Belphie does feel bad about it eventually and then starts human preservation tactics:

Napping 🥰

After all, the human can’t

get hurt if they’re asleep, right?

[notlevifromobeyme]

How I think the Obey Me! Boys would react to MC sitting on their lap.

Lucifer

Lucifer would be surprised at first, he doesn’t admit it out loud but he loves it.

He would put and arm around your waist, a firm grip around you. He doesn’t want you to go, especially for any of his brothers.

“Do you want something?” He says, with the “bedroom eyes”. “Are you trying to seduce me? I’ll give you whatever you want, (What you would like to be called by him”.

Couldn’t get his mind off you, so he asked to cuddle.

Mammon

“Oi, human..Whaddya think your d-doin?..The great Mammon’s busy..!” “WAIT NO DONT LEAVE..!”

He puts his head on your shoulder and traps you with all his might, (All his might, meaning holding you tight but trying not to hurt you.)

He liked when you suddenly turned around, now you’re face to face, and putting his face in your chest, and petting his hair. He’d like the praise, too, “Good Boy”, “You’re being so good for (Your name/Mommy/Daddy/Other)”, “Is your human making you horny? Hmm?” He’d nod his head and the blush is basically an aura around him since he’s so flustered. He likes when you take the lead, but he wants all the power, he’s the Great, Allmighty Mammon that deserves all your time, using “I’m your first, MC!” As an excuse.

Levi

Didn’t know how to react.

He paused his game and in a trembling voice asked, “M-M-Mc, what are you doing…? Oh my Diavolo! It like in the Otome sims I play!”

Rants off about how much he enjoys it, without saying it specifically. “I’ve always wanted a (Girl/Boy/Person) sit on my lap! But I never knew it would be so nice and warm..!”

You would cheer him on if he won a match of whatever he’s playing, if he won a match, you would stay on him. If he lost, you would get off until he wins once again, and with him being great with games, he only lost about 4 times because of how much your praise flustered him, causing him to close his eyes or have shaky hands.

Satan

“Oh? What are you doing, silly human? Would you like to play, (Pet name, probably.)~

This bitch asked you to grind on him, once you were to flustered to move, he grabbed your hips and moved them up and down, making you two a moaning mess. He doesn’t give a fuck if the brothers caught you, he likes the idea.

Would reward you with Headpats or tug at the collar he gave you, saying “Good (Girl/Boy/Human), you love pleasing your master so much, don’t you?”

Your in trouble. This man isn’t done yet, he’ll dress you up like a little kitty and pleasure you.

Asmo

“MC, darling..~ Are you looking for attention? Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want, okay, dear?~”

“May I go next?” He said, you looked at him and said “What do you mean?” He replies with “Well I would love to sit on your lap!” You allow him, petting the back of his head as he thanked you.

He brags about it to all his brothers.

“I wanna do that again..Pleaaaase MC? a an I sit on your lap for longer, this time?” He just sits there knowing you’ll have to say yes or he’ll give you a reason to beg for him to sit on your lap. He does give you major puppy dog eyes.

Beel

“Hehe, that tickles, MC.”

“Could I..get some food real quick? I wanna feed you while your on my lap.”

Asks again, unknowing that his brothers are jealous and mad at him for taking your time. Asmo would have a vein popping out of his damn head.

He doesn’t think of it sexual, he just thinks it’s a tickling method.

Belphie

Instantly smiles and caresses your waist and hips playfully.

“MC, why didn’t you do this earlier? I like this a lot.”

Loves doing it in public, your his. No one else’s.

Gets hot and bothered when you turn to face him and hug him right into your chest. He falls asleep there a lot.

Lord Diavolo

Lives for this.

He hugs you like a teddy bear, whispering in your ear sweet nothings. “I could just eat you up, MC.”, “I love when your body heat meets mine. It a match made in— well— Hell.”, “Please don’t leave yet, only 100 more years?”

Looks like he’s about to cry when you said you needed to go.

When he’s stressed he pulls you into his arms, facing you or not and bury himself in your chest, neck, or back.

Barbatos

Flustered and surprised.

“MC, I have work to attend to, the Young Master—” He got cut off by you seducing him. “Please, Barbatos, just stay longer for me..~ I’ll be the greatest little (Girl/Boy/Human) for you!~” basically humming in his ear.

He agrees, I don’t care what you say, this man is a freaky, kinky demon.

Probably fucked you good after.

Simeon

“Oh! MC!” He was surprised and flustered, smiling while a pretty shade of pink tinged his face.

Afraid to ask you for more when you leave, but loves when you get him horny, pre cum was probably dripping down his cute thighs when you got on top of him.

Pushed the boner down for God, but when you saw him again, he could just barely keep gentle with you when you gave him a lap dance.

Never did it at the Purgatory hall, because of Luke being there. You mostly fuck in bathrooms. He loves going to to hotels, because he can hear your pretty moans better, and give you more pleasure than ever, because of the thick walls you’re not bothering anyone.

Solomon

Probably did it to get him to stop cooking.

“Your so cute on my lap, MC..” he’s flustered af.

Grabbing your hips to make him and you grind softly.

Jerked off about 3 times to that moment.

If you expect me to do Luke, your gross 🙂

[realcube]

moan in their ear prank

characters ♡ tsukishima, tendō, iwaizumi, kenma & suna

content warning ♡ cursing, kinda crack in iwa’s, suggested punishment, sexual references, fem!reader & nsfw themes - minors dni

kei tsukishima

♡ you meant for it to be a harmless prank but everything you do to him while he is trying to study ends up as harmful towards yourself-

♡ you just had to sneak behind his desk and chair to grab your backpack which was lying on the other side so in the process, you casually leaned in to his ear and produced the most hushed, pornographic moan that you could

♡ his eyes widened as he turned to look at you with an expression which was filled with a mix of disgust, shock and horny. which resembled the look he pulled when you asked him what a Iguanodon is 

♡ it took a moment for him to lubricate his dry throat and process what you just did, but once he thought of a suitable response, he blurted out, ‘what the fuck was that?’

♡ a sly smirk graced your features, you didn’t even spare him a glance as you dipped down to grab your backpack and pull it over your shoulders, ‘nothing.’

♡ once you finally laid eyes on him, you couldn’t help but snort at his stunned look which you rarely got to see as most of the time, it’s extremely hard to catch him off-guard, ‘anyway, i should probably get going. see ya lat--’

♡ though, you couldn’t even turn around before tsukishima grabbed your wrist be glad he was sitting down or else it would’ve been your throat- , ‘you’re not going anywhere.’ then he proceeded to pull you onto his lap

♡ you giggled at how uncharacteristically bold he was being before placing a kiss on his cheek, ‘that was hot, i’ll admit. but i really need to get going - i’m in a bit of a rush.’

♡ his seductive smirk fell into a frown and he was quick to drop his bedroom persona, ‘fine, then. go be a whore somewhere else.’ he said, abruptly pushing you off his lap and focussing his attention back on his work

♡ you gasp, luckily finding your balance after he pushed you then making your way to the door, lingering there for a moment just so you could peer over your shoulder and hum, ‘alright. but you know i’ll always be your whore, kei.’

♡ tsukishima exhaled sharply through his nose, adjusting his glasses as the corner of his lip pulled into a small smile, ‘unfortunately for me, yes.’ 

♡ a few moments passed and you must’ve been admiring his effortless beauty for a bit too long as he suddenly turned to you and snapped, ‘i thought you were in a rush? why are you just standing there?! it’s freaking me out- or are you gonna moan for me again?’ he chuckled at his own teasing but when he saw that you were giving him love-dovey eyes again, a light blush tinted his face as he waved his hand for you to go away, ‘whatever, just get lost. goodbye, i love you & all that stuff.’

satori tendō

♡ he was sitting on the couch playing a game on his phone or sumn and nothing interesting had been happening lately so you took it upon yourself to make something interesting happen

♡ you approached the couch and plopped down next to him, your mouth hovering over his ear for a few moments - your hot breath tickling his skin - before you moaned in the most erotic way possible 

♡ he physically perked up then twisted his neck to look at you with an amused smirk, ‘someone’s horny.’ he commented, his attention quickly returning to his game

♡ you were excited to see his reaction but that was so underwhelming-

♡ your bottom lip jutted out to form a pout as you poked his cheek, ‘yes! aren’t ya gonna do something about it? i always help you when you’re horny!’

♡ ‘i’d love to help you out, princess. but i’m on the 48th level of candy crush. priorities.’

♡ you blinked rapidly, your gaze flickering between the phone screen and your clown of a boyfriend, ‘you know there is like..over eight thousand levels, right?’

♡ he side-eyed you with his eyebrow raised as if to say ‘fr?’ and you simply nodded in response 

♡ the app was soon deleted, ‘fuck that.’

♡ he tossed his phone aside and sighed as he stared into the void since he thought that his entertainment for the next few hours had been lost 

♡ but being the caring girlfriend you are, you were quick to swoop in and tilt his chin up to meet your longing gaze, ‘no, fuck me, satori.’

♡ and he did so gladly

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you did it to him when you saw him just lookin scrumptious asf while he making was pasta for dinner

♡ you slipped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face into the back of his neck like you usually do when he cooks

♡ but this time, you hopped onto your tip-toes, lightly thrusted against his back and moaned quietly in his ear

♡ to your surprise, instead of getting flustered or mad, he just laughed

♡ though, it wasn’t one of his cute, toothy-grin chortles; but rather an intimidating string of low chuckles - as if he was mocking you 

♡ which he was

♡ you raised a brow, peering over his shoulder to see if he was perhaps amused by something else but unfortunately for you, he was ready to meet your gaze with a deadly glare 

♡ so yeah..you were railed on the spot <3

♡ you may be wondering what happened to your pasta but dw bc he rearranged your guts while adding oregano to that shit-

♡ multi-tasking king ✨👑

♡ like you were bent over the counter, face pressed against the cold marble and you stared directly at the fire of the stove beside you which tickled your face with a warm sensation as iwaizumi filled you up with an even warmer sensation 

♡ one of his hands massaging your waist while the other was stirring the pot 

kenma kuzome

♡ your first mistake was doing it to him while he was streaming 

♡ his camera was broken but the show must go on so it was just his voice + minecraft gameplay + you but the fans don’t need to know that 

♡ since his camera was off, kenma allowed you to sit on his lap as he played but under two conditions: you will not talk or make any noises and you can’t interfere with his game

♡ a small price to pay for some kenma snuggles :3 so ofc you obeyed

♡ well, for the first hour or so, at least

♡ after a while, it got boring just watching him play so you brought out your switch and started playing for yourself but even that became boring quickly too

♡ then the idea hit you 

♡ you were straddling him hence his ear was already by your lips, so it’s not like you’d have to move from your position

♡ plus, his mouth was very close to the mic so if you were quiet enough, the viewers probably wouldn’t hear a thing 

♡ though, you didn’t do too much reasoning, you kinda just acted on urge when you leaned in, pressed your lips together and hummed a faint moan

♡ his eyes widened and he visibly froze - if he had cat ears, they’d jolt upwards 

♡ his gaze immediately landed on the chat to ensure that nobody was going to mention it but his sudden silence probably made it more obvious that something happened

♡ the chat wasn’t flooded with inquiries but there were a few questions as to why he paused and if he was alright; so fortunately for your ass, it appeared as though nobody had heard a thing

♡ kenma hesitantly continued mining, explaining through gritted teeth, ‘oh, sorry, guys. my cat-’ he paused to pull his head back to shoot you a deadly glare accompanied by a snarl, ‘won’t shut the fuck up. shoo, kitty, we can cuddle later.’

♡ he waved his hand and you buggered off before you got caught cackling at the fact he called you ‘kitty’

♡ his chat genuinely believed him and he got a few donations solely bc they found out he’s a cat person

♡ so yeah, if anything you did him a favour but that didn’t stop him from fucking you into next week as soon as the stream ended 

rintarō suna

♡ any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fu

♡ you’re just sitting on his lap, cuddling - as y’all do - when the idea occurs to you 

♡ but a mistake you made was that you carried out this prank with no intention to actually do the dirty- you just wanted to see his reaction 

♡ he thought you were just craning your neck out to place a kiss on his cheek but when he hears your melodious moan ring through his head, he turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised 

♡ ‘that’s no way to ask for my dick. try again, but nicely this time .’ he snickered, lightly patting your head, clearly amused by your little pout

♡ honestly, he has such a soft spot for you - like you just existing near him makes him feel all warm inside 💕

♡ furrowing your brows, you whined, ‘i don’t want your cock, anyway. it was just a joke to see ho--’

♡ ‘you’re so horny for me, it’s kinda embarrassing.’

♡ his cocky smirk was simply met by your blank stare

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you; which you spent wondering why you were even with him while he was entranced by the thought of your pretty face with his dick half-way down your throat <33

♡ until eventually he broke by whipping off his shirt, lassoed it around your neck and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his, ‘you sure?’

[little-spoiled-brat]

Congratulations for 100 followers! I love your writing 🥺

Can I please request prompt 16 from sfw and 21 from nsfw for Levi? 👉🏻👈🏻

WRITING PROMPT # 17:

"look at you, desperate little whore"

pairing: levi x reader - nsfw, minors dni

cw: a pissed off levi, slight bondage, impact play, teasing, degradation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial

- beg for it -

you absolutely love to pull on levi's strings, see how much he can take before he snaps and loses his patience with you. you were being such a brat today, talking back at him and not obeying his orders like usual. it was intentional, you just wanted to mess with him today but you were starting to think that you went too far.

"l/n, my office. now" levi said, his voice was deeper than usual. he didn't even bother waiting for you to follow him as he turned around and started heading to his office. you swallowed the lump in your throat, hearing your boyfriend call you by your last name told you loud and clear that he was done with your bratty attitude.

"levi-" you started, walking in his office but you were pinned to the wall by your neck. a gasp leaving your throat, levi's hot breath was slightly fanning your face.

"i'm so fucking done with your attitude, brat" levi growled, using one hand to skillfully remove his belt. you tried to grab his wrists but before you can even get the chance to, your wrists were pinned above your head in his iron-like grip.

"talking back at your superior and disobeying their orders" levi spat, his hand colliding with your cheek as a slight moan escaped your lips. levi yanked open your uniform shirt, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as he ripped the piece of clothing off your body before discarding it on the floor of his office. "everything else, off. give me your panties after"

you knew better than to disobey him especially when you had successfully pushed all of his buttons and he could no longer tolerate you. with a nervous gulp, you took off every piece of clothing that you have, giving your panties to him as he shoved it in his pocket and you stood naked in front of the stoic captain.

"levi, i-" you started but you were met with another slap to the face and his hand harshly gripping your jaw.

"i don't want to hear your pathetic excuses for your attitude, y/n" levi said, his grip on your jaw tightening a bit and you whimpered.

"on the bed. now" levi said, looking you straight in the eyes and making sure that you got the message loud and clear. you nodded, slipping past him to cross the office to get to your shared bedroom. levi followed you with his eyes and you cowered at the feeling of his gaze burning through your back.

you sat down on the edge of the bed, levi following you afterwards. he suddenly yanked you down to his lap, tying his belt around your wrist on the small of your back.

"levi, wait i'm s-" you were harshly cut off by his hand colliding with your ass, a whimper escaping your lips. he was really done with you now.

"count" levi ordered, yanking you by the chin to meet his eyes. your breathing got caught in your throat, seeing the lust in his grey-blue orbs. "o-one"

his hand collided with your ass once again, stinging pain spreading throughout the area he just hit. you closed your eyes and gritted your teeth. "two"

levi continued to spank you, three, four, ten, fifteen times until your ass turned to a pretty shade of red as you desperately tried to reach back and stop him.

"levi, please" you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. he chuckled, rubbing his hand on the red skin of your ass to soothe the pain.

"aww, does it hurt?" levi cooed, running his hand through your hair. you looked up at him with teary eyes and nodding your head. he spanked you once again in reply.

"good" levi said, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you upwards. you didn't even had any time to react when you were suddenly thrown on the bed, hands still tied behind the small of your back and levi straddling your hips.

"levi-" you started, levi has punished you a lot of times before but he has never punished you when he was this fed up with you - and it made you nervous, really nervous. he pulled out your panties out of his pocket, shoving them down your throat as a muffled moan left you.

"tch. you're so fucking talkative" levi complained, his hands unbuttoning his uniform shirt and started eliminating his clothes, discarding them to the floor.

you watched him strip in front of you, his perfectly sculpted body was revealing itself to you one by one. the heat pooling around your core was getting too much to ignore, you could feel yourself getting wetter by just looking at him.

you moaned, trying to rub your thighs together to get rid of the unbearable feeling in between them. levi noticed as he got off of you and spread your legs apart. his mouth was attached to your sensitive clit within seconds.

your back arched, hands desperately gripping onto the sheets underneath you, muffled moans leaving your throat. your chest heaved up an down, your body filling with pleasure that was too much for you to handle.

"you're so wet" levi said and inserted two fingers inside of you, keeping eye contact as he used your arousal to slowly push his digits in. your face contorting into pleasure was a sight he never want to forget.

you whimpered, looking down at him while he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked on your clit harshly. it didn't even take you a minute until the knot in your stomach started to build up, quickly unravelling as fast as it built up.

your thighs unconsciously closed around levi's head as he growled into your pussy, curling his fingers inside of you to hit that spongy spot that had your brain melting as he yanked your legs apart again.

"levi, i'm gonna-" your muffled pleads reached his ear, pumping his fingers faster to help you chase your orgasm. the knot slowly started to break, thighs shaking from pleasure and eyes shut tightly.

before you could fall apart, levi stopped. your eyes snapped open at the denial of your release. you whined, wrapping your legs around levi to get him to make you cum.

"please" you begged, staring at him with pleading eyes and all you got in return was his cold and expressionless stare.

"i don't think you deserve to cum tonight. you really pushed me to my limits and you need to be taught a lesson" levi said, his hand fisting around his cock and teasing it on your clit. you whimpered at his words, bucking your hips to get some kind of relief from him.

”please” you repeated, eyes misty as you looked up at him. levi leaned down, his lips centimeters away from yours as he reached up and took out the panties that he shoved in there earlier.

“you’re not convincing me, brat” levi said, kissing the side of your lips and you whined. you can’t even get a proper kiss from him.

“levi, please. i’m not going to be a brat anymore just please fuck me” you begged, leaning up in attempt to connect your lips together but he pulled away.

“i still don’t think you deserve to cum” levi said, suddenly shoving his entire length in you and thrusted hard and fast with no warning. your hands fisted the sheets underneath you tighter, back arching from the pleasure of getting split open by levi’s girth.

“this is what you wanted, right? acting like such a fucking brat the entire day just to get fucked like the whore you are“ levi said, slapping your cheek and you moaned loudly in return.

his hands found the headboard above you, using it for leverage as he pounds your pussy mercilessly. it has you gasping for air, your boobs bouncing with every thrust of levi’s hips against yours.

“tell me, brat. do you think you deserve to cum?” levi asked looking down at you. you stared up at him, trying to process his words but unable to form any coherent thoughts.

”tch” levi growled, teeth gritting as he held onto the headboard tighter. so tight that you swore you heard the wood cracking from the pressure.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when levi shifted his angle to hammer that same spongy spot inside of you, making your brain turn into mush even more.

“too fucked dumb to even answer” levi teased, empty eyes looking up at him as the strings of moans continously left your lips.

“l-levi” you moaned, feeling the knot building up once again.

“do you want to cum?” levi asked, looking you in the eyes to make it harder for you to think properly.

“y-yes”

”beg”

you whined at his words, eyes closing shut from trying not to cum without his permission.

“fuck, please. please let me cum. please, i’ll be a good girl for you just please let me cum” you begged, a tear falling down your cheek from how painful it was to fight your orgasm.

levi groaned at your words, pounding into you harder and faster than what you thought possible. you were practically crying, begging him to let you cum as it was starting to become overwhelming.

“levi! fuck, please, please, please” you moaned, head thrown back against the pillow as the knot in your stomach was starting to break.

you were about to reach your high when levi suddenly pulled out completely, ruining your orgasm. the pleasure was gone in an instant, broken whimpers leaving your lips from being denied once again.

”levi please, i’m begging you. please let me cum” you whined, tears stained your cheeks as you looked up at your boyfriend pleadingly. it was painful — so painful to be denied of your pleasure.

“captain, please”

levi’s cock twitched at the sound of you calling him by his title, it was rare for you to do that and walls, did it sound so sinful coming from your mouth.

without a second thought, levi shoved himself inside of you again. more lustful moans leaving your lips, it was a sound levi would want to hear at every second of his life.

the knot in your lower stomach built up again, chest heaving up and down in a rapid pace as levi abused your needy cunt more.

“levi. levi, please. please, i want to cum. don’t ruin my orgasm again, please, i’m begging you” you pleaded desperately, legs shaking uncontrollably and tears falling down your cheeks. levi chuckled, wiping away the tears on your face and running his thumb across your bottom lip.

“look at you, desperate little whore. cum for me, don’t hold back” levi commanded, strings of sinful moans of his name leaving your lips afterwards as you fell apart.

levi came to the sight of you, lips parted, back arched, eyes closed tightly. you were stunning.

you milked him dry, his warm seed spilling into you and painting your velvet walls a pretty white. levi slowed down, letting the both of you come down from your highs.

he rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath and placing sloppy kisses along your cheeks and lips. he pulled out after a while, the white substance flowing out of your abused hole.

levi chuckled smugly, grabbing a clean cloth to clean the both of you before reaching behind you to undo the belt that was around your wrists. you pulled him down once your hands were free, connecting your lips together in a passionate kiss.

“thank you” you said, burying your face into his neck. levi kissed your temple, laying down next to you.

“tch. brat” levi grumbled, holding you against his chest as you smiled tiredly and cuddled more into him.

“i should act like that more often”

”try and i definitely won’t let you cum the next time”

[beels-burger-babe]

The Façade of the Suitor - Pt. 2

***Wow! You guys are really digging this series! Thank you so much for your support 🥰🥰🥰 I don't get to share OCs often, so it's really reassuring to see you guys take to Harlow. She's a character, that's for sure 😅😅 Thanks for all the love! - B*** Summary: MC catches the eye of Lady Harlow, a higher demoness who has had a small feud with the brothers for centuries. She's determined to steal MC from them and keep MC under her wing. The brothers, however, are determined not to let that happen. Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

After a week had passed since the ball, Lucifer had dared to hope that maybe that had been the end of things and that Harlow would just leave him and you alone. But fate had never been on his side. A letter arrived in the mail, sealed with a horrifyingly familiar purple stamp and her nauseating fragrance. It was, of course, addressed to you.

Lucifer's nose wrinkled in distaste. He'd have to dispose of this before you ever caught sight of it. He had turned to do exactly that when he bumped into Satan and dropped the letter. Satan sighed and bent down to pick it up. "I thought that you of all people would be capable of watching where you're," he stopped short as he finally looked at the letter. Satan's jaw clenched as he looked back at Lucifer. "Why in Diavolo's name are you in contact with her again?" Lucifer sighed and tried to take the letter back, Satan stepped out of his reach. He glared at the angry demon. "Not that it's any of your business-" "Not my business?!" Satan snapped before Lucifer could finish his explanation. "She turned you against all of us and nearly tore this family a part and you don't think it's my business if you're in contact with that- that- that snake again?!"

Lucifer growled at the reminder of his past failure. "If I had a choice, I would wipe her foul existence from the face of this realm, but I can't. I loath that woman as much as you do. The letter isn't addressed to me. It's to MC."

Satan's eyes widened and quickly looked down at the letter, seeing your name scrawled in her disgustingly perfect cursive font. He dropped the letter as though it had burned him. "We can't let them see this. Harlow shouldn't even know MC exists! How the fuck did this happen?"

Lucifer picked up the letter, " The exchange program ball. Near the end of the evening, MC and I were relaxing near a wall and Harlow approached us." Satan looked at his brother as though he had two heads. "And you just let her?" This quickly earned the younger demon another glare. "We were at a public event where I was representing our House and Diavolo and MC was representing the human realm. There wasn't much I could do without causing a scene." Satan rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. "Of course! You'd let Harlow sink her claws into MC just so you can protect your reputation. I forgot who I was talking to for a moment." Beel stepped out of the kitchen and into the room at the sound of the yelling. "What's going on?" "Noth-" "Harlow's trying to get to MC." The "father and son" duo sneered at each other. Beel's eyes widened as his face paled. "Well, we aren't going to let her, right? We can stop her this time. Now we know her tricks. It won't be like last time?" he was staring directly at Lucifer. The eldest felt his stomach twist and churn guiltily at the desperation in Beel's stare. They all knew from experience just how cunning and manipulative Harlow could be. She had targeted Lucifer specifically, and because he let down his guard, his whole family soon became infected by the demoness venom. He refused to let the same happen to you. Lucifer turned on his heel and threw the letter into the fireplace. The three brothers watched as it slowly was consumed by the flames and turned to ash. "Tell the others about what happened. There's no doubt that Harlow will attempt to reach MC again. It's our duty to stop that from happening," Lucifer spoke up. Beel nodded right away before taking off to obey the command. Satan sighed and glanced at Lucifer, "You know this won't stop her. She'll figure out a way to get to MC." Lucifer continued watching the flames. The fire's glow reflecting in his obsidian eyes like a memory flickering in the darkness. "Maybe so, but at the very least it will give us time to come up with a plan on what to do when she does." In the end, Satan had been right. The brothers worked tirelessly together to intercept any letters, bouquets, or baskets that had been sent for you. Asmo kept a collection of the bouquets and gifts in his room, and simply told you that they were objects of admiration from his fans. You had walked in on Beel shuffling through the mail one day, and he had managed to fluster out an excuse before hurrying out of the room and shoving the most recent letter into his mouth. Mammon became even clingier than usual and was always by your side. Although he was physically with you, his mind and eyes were always looking around you for any signs of the demoness that he was trying to avoid. Satan had worked with Solomon to put an enchantment on the House's gates that caused anything that had recently touched Harlow's hands to be incinerated as it passed through the gate. Levi had been forcing you to watch the top ten anime betrayals and any anime with a manipulative or toxic antagonist in hopes that it would help you recognize them in Harlow if she ever got to you and that you would do the right thing and choose your real best friend him (and I suppose the others as well). Belphegor would purposefully fall asleep on you as much as possible to prevent you from leaving the House and therefore heightening the risk of Harlow coming to meet you personally. Lucifer had begun to do his own research on Harlow, once more, and was looking back on his own past experiences with the demoness to gain wisdom on how to outwit her. Despite all of their efforts, it wasn't enough. You came down to breakfast, looking complexed but intrigued as you held a piece of paper with a dreadfully purple broken seal on the top. The brothers froze as Harlow's familiar perfume reached their noses. Levi swallowed his food as he looked at you nervously. "M-MC, what...what do you have there?" You blinked up at them and held up the paper. "It's a letter from

Lady Harlow. A bat flew through my window this morning with this attached to its foot. According to the letter, she's tried more normal means of communication, but had no luck. Hmm, I wonder why?" you pondered out loud as you continued reading the letter. The brothers exchanged worried looks. Lucifer straightened his posture. "What else does it say?" You barely looked over at him as you responded. "Oh, she has invited me to a private luncheon at her manor. Apparently, she'd like to get to know me better." Your words caused everyone at the table to stiffen. "Seems suspicious to me," Belphie stated as he rested his head on your shoulder. "You shouldn't go. She's probably planning to kill you or something but is just pretending to be nice to get you to let your guard down." You smirked down at him. "Hmmm, sounds familiar," despite your joking tone, you noticed the room tense and Belphie looked away in shame. You frowned and placed a hand on his arm. "I...I was joking, Belphie. You know I've forgiven you for that. You've proved that you've changed. We're okay," you looked around at the others, finally picking up on the tension in the room. "What's going on? Why is everyone acting so weird?" Satan sighed and met your eyes. "Harlow is the Lady of Manipulation. She thrives off of playing with others' emotions and desires to get her own twisted wants." "She's dangerous," Lucifer added. You were shocked to see that he was seemingly unable to meet your eyes. Instead, he stared at his plate as though lost in a memory. "She's incredibly skilled at what she does and will worm her way into your thoughts before you're even aware of what's happening. She's cunning and sly," he finally lifted his head to look at you. You shivered at the intense urgency and regret in his gaze. "Lady Harlow is not one that you should give even a second of your time to. If you give her even a single inch, she will take a mile." You frowned and looked back at the letter. It was filled with so many kind words and eloquent phrasing. She had seemed nice enough at the ball, and she went through all this trouble just to send you an invitation. "Thank you for the warning," you spoke sincerely as you looked at the others. "I'll be sure to keep your words in mind and be careful." Mammon scoffed and crossed his arms. "You make it sound as if you're going." "I am." The room burst into a mix of angry proclamations, commands that you were not going, and pleas for you to listen to them. You smiled sympathetically at the brothers. "I know you're worried, but it would be extremely rude to reject a personal invitation like this from a noble, especially after all the effort she went through to have it delivered. I should at least go to see what she wants. I'll have my D.D.D. on me and you can guys can ask me all the questions you want as soon as I get back." Lucifer's eyes searched your expression in a mix of frustration and desperation. "MC did you not hear a single word I just said? One visit is all she'll need. I really must urge you not-" "Lucifer stop," the room fell silent as Lucifer's mouth snapped shut. His gaze hardened at your use of a command. You sighed and ran a hand over your face. "I'm sorry, but this isn't your choice. I know you seem to have...something going on with Harlow, and I will take caution from your words during my visit. But I'm sure I'll be fine. I live with and have befriended seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. What's a silly noblewoman going to do to me?" You gently lifted Belphie's head off of you and rose. "I should get ready for the school day. I'm sorry guys. I'll see you all later." As you left, a small piece of hope from within the brothers left with you. Lucifer snarled and downed a glass of wine. "Right," he said bitterly and looked over at Satan, "onto plan c."

*** I hope you guys enjoyed it! I promise you will find out exactly what went down between Harlow and the brothers later on. But for now, let the games begin 😈 Thanks again for all the support and love you've all been giving this series!***

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[ibijau]

How to Woo a Lan pt 10/ On AO3

Grown-ups are idiots and Jin Ling is done with them

Lan Xichen, who Jin Ling had always taken for a model of patience, politeness, and deference to elders, scoffed at his uncle’s request.

"I have to wonder," he coldly said. "You have the authority of being my elder, but I have the authority of my position. Which of the two is stronger, when you give me an order I won't obey willingly?"

"I am not doing this for the joy of being tyrannical," Lan Qiren calmly replied. "It has never been my aim to control my family's love life, even when some of my relatives made dubious choices. But I’ve never said anything about your fling with Nie Huaisang before, have I? Compared to your father and brother, I thought you'd chosen well since at least he made you happy."

"But now I've been revealed to be as foolish as the rest,” Lan Xichen scoffed. “How does it feel to always be right about everything, shufu? You must enjoy it, I'm sure." 

More and more startled by Lan Xichen's angry tone, Jin Ling turned to look at Lan Sizhui. Was this how sect leader Lan always acted behind the scene? Was he actually not as gentle and kind as he appeared? Jin Ling couldn't ask, but one glance at Lan Sizhui informed him that the other boy was also quite shocked by what they were hearing, though it was a different issue that had caught his attention. 

'Zongzhu and Nie Huaisang?' he mouthed at Jin Ling, and… right, that secret was out, then. Lan Sizhui probably wouldn't tell anyone though. He'd better not tell anyone, or Nie Huaisang was going to assume Jin Ling spoke and would murder him. 

"I cannot be right when I never suspected anything," Lan Qiren said after a moment, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I thought Nie Huaisang's only real fault was to play up his helplessness so he'd have an excuse to see you. I liked him well enough, he was an interesting opponent at Go if nothing else, and I really was happy for you, Xichen. But we both know better now. I've shown you that letter of his…"

Lan Xichen's steps faltered, and he stopped dangerously close to the bush where Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui were hiding. 

"You've seen it yourself," Lan Qiren insisted. "You've seen what he really feels about what he's done." 

"But only after you saw it," Lan Xichen retorted. "And it said there had been other letters before it. Perhaps those you didn't show me were not as harsh." 

"You were not in a state to see them. You barely were well enough to see that one when it finally arrived. The others were all just begging to see you anyway. The better to lie to you, I suppose." 

"Still in the future, I would like it if letters addressed to me were not read by others, especially letters from Nie Huaisang." 

"Do you really think he'll write again? After what he wrote last time?" 

There was silence then, lasting so long that Jin Ling became worried it would be noticed if he breathed too deep, or made any movement. Then, after an eternity, Lan Xichen spoke again. 

"No," he said, barely more than a whisper. "I don't think he will write again. I am of no use to him anymore." 

Risking a glance through the leaves, Jin Ling saw Lan Qiren step closer to his nephew and wrap one arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

“If I am insisting on you getting married, it is because I think it would be good for you,” Lan Qiren said. “Loneliness does not suit you. If we get you a wife, and we choose her well so you get along with her, she can at least be your friend. After everything you have gone through, a friend would do you good. Children, too.”

“An heir for the sect,” Lan Xichen whispered, sounding tired.

“That, too. I doubt we can keep Sizhui’s secret much longer, and anyway that Jin boy is not nearly as subtle in his intentions as he thinks he is, so we’re not keeping him in Gusu," Lan Qiren said, to the absolute horror of said Jin boy. 

He'd thought he'd been very subtle indeed, refusing to let anyone know what he was doing until Lan Sizhui had accepted his courtship. But if Lan Qiren had noticed, maybe others did as well. 

Did Wei Wuxian know? 

Did Lan Wangji know? 

Jin Ling was so dead if Lan Wangji knew. It had been his plan that Lan Wangji should never know, because the man terrified him, not that he'd ever say so out loud. Jin Ling had sincerely hoped that he could marry Lan Sizhui and live a long life with him without Lan Wangji ever knowing, which he knew was stupid and impossible, but he had hoped anyway. 

"I know you’re fond of Jingyi," Lan Qiren went on, unaware of Jin Ling's terror. "But I’d rather see your own children succeed you. I think fatherhood would suit you well.”

“I don’t know, I really don’t…” Lan Xichen said, before interrupting himself. “Shufu, I’m tired,” he sighed. “I don’t think I’m well enough to go on a walk after all, I’m sorry.”

Lan Qiren said nothing. The two of them started walking back toward the Hanshi in silence. When they were far enough, Jin Ling glanced at them and saw that Lan Xichen had to lean on his uncle to get back to his house, like a sick man who had tried to leave his bed too early. He’d looked like a sick man as well, too pale and too thin. With his cultivation level it was odd for Lan Xichen to have lost so much weight, unless he’d pushed his inedia to the limits of what his golden core could take, or if he was so unbalanced that his cultivation couldn’t sustain him.

“What are you doing?” Lan Sizhui urgently whispered, grabbing Jin Ling’s wrist and pulling him away. “We have to go now, quick!”

Right, they were still very much in a hookup spot, and in danger of death or worse, complete humiliation if they were found there together. So Jin Ling let Lan Sizhui lead him toward a much less scandalous part of the Cloud Recesses, nearer the banquet hall they’d been in earlier. There were less people there now, so as long as they kept their distance from the building it was possible to have a conversation. And the conversation Jin Ling wanted to be having was about their chances of kissing and holding hands now that they both knew where they stood in regard to their whole situation, but there were other things to worry about first.

“Sizhui, you’re going to keep the secret about Lan zongzhu and Nie zongzhu, right?”

Lan Sizhui, who was still holding Jin Ling’s wrist, let go of it and threw him a puzzled look.

“Of course I am. I’ll just ask Jingyi if he had noticed something, but…”

“If you tell Jingyi, in a week everyone is going to know about it!” Jin Ling protested. “And then Nie zongzhu is going to think it’s my fault and he’ll kill me. Sizhui, you can’t tell anyone.”

“Why would he think it’s your fault?” Lan Sizhui asked. “Wait, did you already know? And he knows that you know? Has he been threatening you? What a despicable…” he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “You should tell Jiang zongzhu if Nie zongzhu is causing problems for you. And Wei qianbei, too. I know he’s a little odd about it, but he cares about you a lot. I know they’ll both protect you.”

The thought of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian trying to protect him made Jin Ling grimace. His life was hard enough already, no need to involve these two.

“Nie Huaisang isn’t actually going to kill me,” Jin Ling said. “Well, probably not,” he added after a moment of reflection. “He’s not that bad when you know him, and… shit, I probably should warn him about what we just heard. Maybe he can still set things right if he tries.”

“Set things… what do you mean?”

“I mean he’s actually still in love with Lan zongzhu. Very much so. He’s just… also very bad at it. And the letter that upset Lan zongzhu so much was partly a misunderstanding, and I’ve got to help him. He’s never going to get this right if someone doesn’t help him!”

“But why would you help him?” Lan Sizhui asked, his calm tone belied by the frustrated little crease between his eyebrows. “Nie zongzhu is… he’s not a very good person, is he? And you’ve almost died because of him, at least five times.”

Jin Ling blinked, surprised that Lan Sizhui had been keeping track. It was a little sweet and romantic, he thought. But also the number seemed too high. Sure there had been that time he’d become stuck in the wall of a tomb… and then there had been Yi City of course… and Nie Huaisang could definitely be blamed for the second siege at the Burial Mounds… and he probably hadn’t meant for Jin Ling to be there at that temple in Yunping City, but what happened there was still pretty much his fault…

Still, that was only four times, not five, so things weren’t as bad as Lan Sizhui said. And anyway, it had happened long ago, so it was fine.

Lan Sizhui did not look particularly impressed when Jin Ling explained this. In fact, he had the same sort of patient but exhausted expression he sometimes had around Wei Wuxian when he was acting particularly careless.

“For most people, even one time would be too much,” Lan Sizhui carefully stated, as if Jin Ling were a very stubborn child. “And he’s hurt others, too. He’s certainly hurt Lan zongzhu a lot. If they get back together, who’s to say Nie zongzhu won’t hurt him again? And anyway, I don’t think Nie zongzhu still loves him. He probably never did at all.”

A few months earlier, Jin Ling might have agreed. But he’d heard the way Nie Huaisang spoke about Lan Xichen when he didn’t have to keep things secret, he’d seen how his face softened every time he thought about the man he loved… and then there had been the way he’d come to comfort Jin Ling as soon as he’d heard about his rejection, how patient he had been, how he hadn’t wanted Jin Ling to lose hope even when things felt hopeless, how he hadn’t shared the secret of Lan Sizhui’s origins because Lan Xichen had asked him to keep it…

There was no doubt that Nie Huaisang wasn’t a good person. In fact, he probably was a pretty bad one. But he did love Lan Xichen, that much was certain, and Jin Ling thought it had to mean Nie Huaisang wasn’t that bad either.

“You’re wrong about Nie zongzhu,” Jin Ling said, and telling Lan Sizhui he was wrong had to be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. “At least about the way he feels for Lan zongzhu, you’re wrong. Maybe he lied about everything else, but for that he was sincere. He really loves Lan zongzhu.”

“How would you know that?”

“Because he’s my f… because he’s helped me about making you like me,” Jin Ling mumbled a little miserably. It was so embarrassing to admit he’d needed help. “I kept making a mess of things, and I had seen him with Lan Xichen when I was a kid, so I figured he could help. And he did! He told me to write to you, and he gave me plenty of advice, and when you rejected me he told me that maybe I could still set things right, and… He’s really helped me a lot, it’s only fair that I help him too!”

It was already so awful to have to confess Jin Ling hadn't known how to be likeable without someone giving him tips, but seeing Lan Sizhui frown and pinch his lips definitely made that much worse. Jin Ling felt panic rising in him, getting worse the longer Lan Sizhui kept silent. Of course he'd managed to mess this up. Of course all the help in the world wasn't enough. Of course Lan Sizhui wouldn't want a cultivation partner so hopeless. Of course… 

“I don’t really like this,” Lan Sizhui said at last. Then, seeing Jin Ling's expression change, he quickly added. “I just mean I don't like that Nie zongzhu is part of the life of anyone I love, after what he's done! But I also don’t know him that well, so maybe I'm unfair. If you say that you do, if you say he really cares for Lan zongzhu, then I trust you.”

“You do?” Jin Ling asked, stunned that anyone could ever trust him when it came to anyone's feelings when he already struggled so much with his own.

“Yes, I trust you. You are too honest to say something nice about people unless you mean it,” Lan Sizhui said, which meant Jin Ling was blunt and bad at diplomacy, but it certainly was a very pleasant way to put it. “I just hope you’re right. Lan zongzhu… he’s very dear to me, almost as much as Hanguang-Jun. When I just arrived to the Cloud Recesses, I was very sick for a long time, and he was the one who took care of me since Hanguang-Jun was unwell too and he didn’t trust anyone else. So if Zewu-Jun gets hurt by Nie zongzhu again…”

“Don’t worry, if he messes up again, I’ll break his legs!” Jin Ling promised. “He’s got to do it right this time.”

Lan Sizhui nodded, amused and pleased by that promise.

Around them there were starting to be more people. Since curfew was coming, everyone was leaving the banquet hall and heading for their rooms. Even Jin Ling's retinue, after some hesitation, allowed Lan disciples to lead them to the guest quarters in spite of their disappeared sect leader. Through all this, Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui managed to remain hidden in the shadows, so nobody came to bother them. 

"I'm saying all this about Nie zongzhu and Lan zongzhu," Lan Sizhui then whispered, sounding uncharacteristically unsure, "but even for us I'm not sure it would be a good idea to be close like that." 

"Why not? I love you, and I don't care about… about that thing," Jin Ling said, careful not to reveal too much in case it might be overheard. "Unless you don't like me that way?" 

"I like you the same as you like me," Lan Sizhui replied with a shy smile, making Jin Ling's heart sing with joy. 

If there hadn't been people around, if Lan Sizhui hadn't just said he felt unsure, Jin Ling would definitely have tried to kiss him.

"It's not that easy, though," Lan Sizhui pointed out. "Even if we… if we like each other, the situation is complicated. I really don't want to create trouble for you. And I also have to decide what I want to do regarding the Wen sect. I'm not sure it would be right for me to re-establish it, but it's also not quite right to just turn away from generations of my ancestors. But if I restart the Wen sect, it would really be too difficult for us to be together. So I have to think about things carefully. Is that… is that a problem for you?"

It would have been dishonest to pretend that Jin Ling was just fine with that. He wanted Lan Sizhui as his cultivation partner, as his lover, as his husband, and anything that might prevent that was annoying. At the same time, Lan Sizhui was just that sort of a person. He didn’t rush into things without thinking, and he always tried to make sure his decisions wouldn’t hurt others, and it was part of what Jin Ling loved about him. 

“I understand if you need time to decide,” Jin Ling replied, trying not to pout. “It’s pretty important after all. I’ll be patient. And even… Even if you decide that we can’t be together, then at least you’d better still be my friend. I swear I’ll be so mad at you if you try to say we can’t even be friends because of that thing!”

It was intended as a real threat, but Lan Sizhui just smiled at Jin Ling with open affection, his cheeks colouring a little. Apparently a little too overwhelmed for words, Lan Sizhui took Jin Ling’s hand in his. Then, after quickly checking that the few people still around really weren’t paying attention to them, Lan Sizhui leaned forward and pressed a brief kiss to Jin Ling’s lips.

Jin Ling gasped at the surprising gesture, eyes round with disbelief while his entire face felt ablaze from blushing so hard. His only comfort was to see that Lan Sizhui looked just as embarrassed, just as red in the face.

“Well, I should get going now,” Lan Sizhui mumbled, suddenly unable to look Jin Ling in the eyes.”And you should go sleep too, before they ring the curfew. I’ll… I’ll see you around.”

Before Jin Ling could protest, Lan Sizhui bolted into the night, coming dangerously close to running as he made his escape. Jin Ling was frozen in place, still reeling from the fact Lan Sizhui had actually kissed him.  Lan Sizhui could talk about needing to make sure it was the right thing for them to be together, and that he had to think about it carefully, that perhaps they would only remain friends, but suddenly Jin Ling felt confident that everything would turn out just fine, because Lan Sizhui had kissed him.

Jin Ling’s heart was still beating a little too hard in his chest when a Lan disciple approached him and politely explained that the curfew bell would ring any moment now, and that Jin Ling really needed to go to the guest quarters or else he’d be breaking the rules. Jin Ling, startled at this reminder that the world existed, immediately came to a decision. He asked the disciple to go and apologise for him to his retinue, because he had to urgently leave the Cloud Recesses, for reasons that he was not free to discuss. The Lan cultivator appeared a little alarmed by such a dramatic declaration, but ultimately Jin Ling was a sect leader, so it was difficult to refuse him anything. The man left toward the guest quarters, while Jin Ling took great strides toward the gate of the Cloud Recesses.

If he flew fast enough, he could reach the Unclean Realm by midday, and then it would merely be a matter of convincing Nie Huaisang that he needed to act before all hope was lost.

Jin Ling was tired of all these grown-ups acting like idiots, and he was ready to take matters in his own hands.

-

Getting into the Unclean Realm was easier than it had ever been. The guards, though still a little suspicious, ended up chatting with Jin Ling while waiting for someone of higher rank to decide what to do with that unexpected guest. They joked that Jin Ling should not expect their sect leader to be awake so early (it was a little past midday), and that next time he really needed to give a little more warning, because the kitchen head really missed having a chance to properly entertain guests these days. Then, much to Jin Ling’s surprise, Nie Huaisang came in person to welcome him, complaining first against rude children, and then against insubordination when his disciples teased him.

“Nobody shows me any respect,” Nie Huaisang grumbled as he led Jin Ling to his office.

“Well, I’m pretty sure respect has to be earned, so maybe that’s the issue,” Jin Ling said.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Nie Huaisang retorted, but Jin Ling only laughed, the threat having entirely lost its bite now. “I’m supposed to be the villain in your life, you know,” Nie Huaisang then complained. “If anything, you should be plotting my demise, not… whatever it is that’s happening now.”

“I can’t treat you like a villain, you’re such a weirdo you’d enjoy it.”

Nie Huaisang kept grumbling and complaining until they reached his office, and then some more as they waited for servants to bring tea, but Jin Ling thought the older man actually looked pleased to be called out like that. It was good to see him in a cheerful mood, because Jin Ling knew it wasn’t going to last very long.

“So, I was just in Gusu yesterday,” Jin Ling said after the servants had brought tea and left them alone.

Just as anticipated, Nie Huaisang’s smile became a little more tense, but still he remained in a clearly good mood.

“And did you see your young friend there?” he asked in a teasing voice. “Did you manage to talk to him again? Did you figure out why he rejected you?”

“Yes, yes, and yes again,” Jin Ling said, and instantly Nie Huaisang’s smile grew warmer. “I also get why you didn’t want to tell me, especially considering the history between our families.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “I would have told you anyway, if I hadn’t promised to keep the secret. I’m sorry it didn’t work out though. I thought he’d be willing to give you a chance once you guessed the truth.”

Jin Ling blushed, thinking of Lan Sizhui kissing him. “No, he didn’t… it kind of worked out? We’re… he’s still thinking about it, but I’m pretty sure it’ll work out.”

“That explains your good mood,” Nie Huaisang mused, taking a sip of tea. “But in that case I don’t understand why you’re here. If things are going well for you and Lan Sizhui, why the hurry to come here? I’m sure you’re smart enough to find a discreet way to say this in a letter.”

“Well, you see, the thing is, we happened to overhear a conversation between Zewu-Jun and Lan Qiren. And they were talking about you.”

In an instant, Nie Huaisang’s cheerful mood drained away. His face went pale, and he looked once more like the bitter man he’d been the very first time Jin Ling had come to Qinghe.

“Well I can’t imagine they had anything nice to say about me,” Nie Huaisang said in a dry voice. “And I’m shocked you were bold enough to spy on them.”

“Well, it wasn’t really…”

“Of course I don’t want to know what you heard there,” Nie Huaisang warned. “Lan Qiren has never had a particularly good opinion of me, so I’d rather not know what he might think of me now.”

“Actually, he said…”

“I’m not interested.”

“Trust me, you are! Because they said…”

“Jin Rulan, I can still kick you out of my home, and I will not hesitate,” Nie Huaisang threatened. “I don’t want to know what Lan Xichen thinks of me. I don’t want to know what anyone thinks of me.”

“Trust me, you do!

“I swear, if you say another word, I will…”

“But Lan Xichen is going to get married!” Jin Ling exploded.

Nie Huaisang froze, and went paler than he already was. His face contorted into a pained expression, and his breath started coming a little too fast. Then, before Jin Ling could react, Nie Huaisang collapsed on the floor.

Having grown up with the sight of Nie Huaisang fainting every time something displeased him (and with him being easily displeased), Jin Ling felt rather desensitised to it. Even more so because it had often been Lan Xichen who would catch Nie Huaisang or take care of him as he recovered, so of course Jin Ling rather suspected that the fainting was just a not-so-subtle way to get attention from his lover, and from others as well while he was at it.

“I’m not falling for that,” Jin Ling warned. “You’re not getting out of the conversation! I really think you need to hear what he said!”

There was no reaction. Nie Huaisang remained collapsed on the floor, only half visible on the other side of the table. Jin Ling, although convinced it was all an act, still shuffled closer to check on the older man. Nie Huaisang didn’t react when his name was called, nor when Jin Ling poked at him. At that point Jin Ling found himself wondering if it was possible that Nie Huaisang had really fainted. When checked, his pulse was much slower than normal, and his hands felt too cold as well. Feeling a little panicked, Jin Ling tried sharing some spiritual energy with Nie Huaisang. He was fully prepared to shout for help if that didn’t work, but thankfully Nie Huaisang started regaining consciousness and, with some help, even managed to sit down. He was still shaking badly though, and Jin Ling felt a little guilty for breaking the news in such a blunt manner. He’d intended to be a little more careful than that, but as always his mouth had to run ahead of his brain and make a mess of everything.

“Can I do something to help you?” Jin Ling asked, to which Nie Huaisang replied by waving his hand weakly. “Are you sure? I can go get someone, or…”

“You’ve done enough,” Nie Huaisang muttered. “I told you I didn’t want to hear this.”

Jin Ling felt even more embarrassed now, for having assumed that the fainting had always been fake. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps Lan Xichen used to be so ready to catch Nie Huaisang because it was a real problem, rather than just a comedy they played to have time alone.

“I know but… well, it’s not a done thing yet. He’s just going to meet a matchmaker next month,” Jin Ling explained. “So that still gives you time to…”

“To what?” Nie Huaisang huffed, glaring at him. “To write him another letter that will make him prolong his seclusion? To go to Gusu and beg for another chance?”

A bitter laugh came with that suggestion, and from worried Jin Ling soon switched to annoyed.

“Yes. Either or those things. Both! He thinks you don’t care about him, but it’s clear that he does care about you even now, so you could still fix this!”

“Fix this?” Nie Huaisang repeated, looking angrier. “Fix this? What is there left to fix? Don’t you realise that I’ve hurt Lan Xichen almost every way it is possible to hurt a person without causing physical harm? I have betrayed his trust every chance I had, and I never allowed him to have mine in return! I have lied to him about everything.”

“Not everything!” Jin Ling snapped. “You love him! That’s something you haven’t lied about!”

Nie Huaisang shook his head, then winced, perhaps still unwell from having just fainted. He closed his eyes and pressed one hand above them.

“You’re so young, Jin zongzhu. You wouldn’t understand.”

“But you do love him!”

“Yes,” Nie Huaisang hissed. Then, weakly, he added: “Enough to leave his life.”

“I don’t get it. If it were me…”

“But I’m not you,” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, dropping his hand from his face to slam it on the table, and glaring at Jin Ling. “If I thought you were anything like me, I would have made sure you’d died years ago. And I know you think I’m being cute when I threaten you with death, but I cannot stress enough how serious I am about it this time. Even one of me is already too much. I know what I am like. I know what I’m capable of. I never deserved Lan Xichen even at my best, but at least I’ve grown enough to be aware of it. So I’ll be as king as I still know how to be, and I’ll let him be happy with someone better.”

Jin Ling gritted his teeth. Adults were idiots. They were all idiots. First Jiang Cheng who had rather let Wei Wuxian leave with Lan Wangji than say anything to him back in Yunping City. And now this, Nie Huaisang who’s rather see Lan Xichen married to someone else than actually try to salvage things between them.

Adults were so dumb, and Jin Ling was so done with them.

“I don’t think that’s you being kind,” he said. “I think you’re just scared.”

Nie Huaisang scoffed, unimpressed, and took out a fan which he nonchalantly opened/

“Congratulations, you’ve seen me through,” he said with affected boredom. “I’m a coward. Which everybody already knew, actually.”

“Yeah, you are a coward!” Jin Ling shouted. “And you’re an asshole too! You could fix things with Zewu-Jun, you could try to reach out to him properly, but that’d require you to make efforts instead of wallowing in misery and telling yourself you’re too evil to be happy! I can’t believe you’re going to ruin everything good in your life just because you’re too… too lazy to try!”

Nie Huaisang’s fan slowed for a moment, before resuming its languid movement.

“And again, that’s something everyone already knows about me,” he pointed out, still sounding bored. “Nie Huaisang, lazy coward, bit of an asshole. I’m sorry if you deluded yourself in expecting anything else.”

“You’re not sorry,” Jin Ling retorted. “If you were, you’d try to improve. If you were sorry, you’d talk to him. You’re the one who told me it’s scary to let someone love you, but that it’s worth it! Well, you should listen to your own advice! You have to talk to Lan Xichen, you have to tell him you love him, you have to show you’re sorry!”

Nie Huaisang closed his fan with a sharp gesture.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“I’m not! You have to try!”

“I don’t have to do anything, Jin zongzhu. But you, on the other hand, have to leave. You’ve overstepped your welcome, and I am no longer inclined to deal with you. Leave. Now.”

Jin Ling glared at Nie Huaisang, angry at the older man for being so stupid and stubborn. Angry at himself, too, for being foolish enough to think Nie Huaisang would listen to him or be inspired to fight for love. Maybe he really was too young to understand how grown-ups kept messing up their own lives. But it was something he hoped to never understand, because it was all so damn dumb.

Still, it would have been pointless to keep pushing. If Nie Huaisang was determined to be miserable, if he so enjoyed ruining his own life, then it was his problem. Jin Ling had done what he could, he’d tried to help just as much as Nie Huaisang had helped him… but he couldn’t do anything for someone who didn’t want help. So Jin Ling got up without another word, and walked to the door, feeling angrier with each step he took.

When he reached the door, anger and disappointment had reached such levels that he had to stop and look at Nie Huaisang. What he saw, then, was a pathetic man, pale and trembling so bad it wouldn’t be surprising if he fainted again, with eyes so red he would probably start crying the moment he was alone. Jin Ling was furious at him, yet still couldn’t help pitying him.

“He’s still hoping you’ll write to him, you know,” Jin Ling noted, a last ditch effort to help even when he knew it was pointless. “He told his uncle if you write, all letters have to get to him directly now. He’s still hoping, and you won’t even try.”

“I said get out,” Nie Huaisang hissed. “Or do I have to call for someone to drag you out?”

“No need,” Jin Ling retorted with a shrug. “I wouldn’t want you to actually make an effort or something.”

Nie Huaisang glared at him, the effect of which was made less impressive because he’d already started crying. But his tears weren’t Jin Ling’s problem. It wasn’t as if they were friends or anything like that. They’d just been temporary allies, and their alliance was now over.

Jin Ling left the room. As he closed the door behind him, he wondered if they would ever talk again after that day.

He doubted that they would.

[animeomegas]

Omega!Obey Me characters forgetting a mating anniversary

Anon: reactions to their alpha missing an anniversary? or you could switch it and do reactions to realizing they forgot an anniversary. either or !

Anon part 2: hi! i’m the anon from the anniversary request. i was thinking maybe the obey me! fandom? whichever characters you like. my exams are coming to an end so i’m looking forward to spending hours on that app during the summer 😤😤 i hope you’re doing well ! 💕

(Hey hey!! I’m going to do their reactions to forgetting a mating anniversary, because they’ve been alive a long time, I imagine it would happen at least one hehe. Let’s see~)

Warnings: Mention of sex in Asmo’s section

Lucifer – He denies it at first. He can’t have forgotten, he would never forget something so important, you must have the date wrong. His response is very likely to make his alpha either more angry or more upset, and he inadvertently blows the whole thing out of proportion because he struggles to admit that he’s wrong. But when he realises that he is wrong? That he was so caught up in paperwork for Diavolo he did forget? It’s a hard pill to swallow. He would probably buy his alpha some expensive flowers as an apology of sorts, but unless he’s been in a relationship with his alpha for several hundred years, I don’t see him directly apologising. He does feel guilty, but he really finds it hard to articulate. The upside is that it’s extremely unlikely that he’ll ever do it again. He’s checking four times every week at least now that he hasn’t missed any important dates by mistake.

“Our anniversary is next week, my beloved, you must have confused the dates.”

Mammon – Mammon metaphorically shits himself when he realises he forgot an anniversary. His scent is pure, unadulterated panic. His first instinct is to plan an anniversary event that moment. Hell’s Kitchen must still be open right? He tries to pull his alpha with him right that second. If that doesn’t work, he starts to panic that he’s ruined the most important thing in his life. This is when the begging starts. He says sorry about a hundred times, will get on his knees, offer whatever you want as long as you forgive him. Mammon is actually a very compassionate person who doesn’t like upsetting his loved ones, so it’s very hard to stay mad at him. Unfortunately, he’s not great at keeping track of dates, so it might happen again. The best thing to do is organise something together and give him a few reminders when that date’s coming up.

“Oh shit! Er, Hell’s Kitchen is still open right?? I’ll buy you whatever you want, we’ll order one of everything, does that work?”

Leviathan – He almost certainly forgets because of some game event or new releases. And to make everything worse, at first he acts like the game and event was more important than the anniversary and he thinks it’s a legitimate excuse that you can’t argue with. He realises pretty quickly after the event finishes that he’s completely alone because you’re mad at him. He turns to tell you everything about the game but you don’t want to listen to him?? He sulks in his room for a while. What pushes him to apologise is when he sees you hanging out with other people instead of him. He growls away the other person, pulling you into his room and sobbing angrily against you, asking why you love other people more than him. He apologises then, desperate to have his best friend and lover back with him. He might do it again, but he learns pretty quickly to just communicate when he wants to partake in a special gaming event and then he never forgets again.

“W-Why don’t you love m-me, like you l-love him?! I’m sorry, p-please don’t leave!”

Satan – He feels guilty, but he handles it well. He is phenomenal at apology dates. He organises the perfect romantic date, taking into consideration his alpha’s likes and integrating them. If you have a favourite romantic novel, you know he’s going to recreate a date scene with you. If you have a favourite restaurant, he’s booked the best table and ordered a bouquet of your favourite flowers for the centrepiece. It’s very hard to stay mad at Satan, especially because it’s very out of character for him to forget a date so important.

“If you want any more drinks, just let me know. I want you to enjoy this evening as much as possible.”

Asmodeus – He also deals with it fairly well, even if he can’t believe that he forgot! He’s honest and upfront about forgetting and expresses regret. He will definitely try to seduce you as an apology though, offering to let you do whatever you want to him. If that doesn’t work, next step is a joint pampering session! He’s pretty good at conveying a genuine apology without making anything too dramatic. I think it’s unlikely that he would do it again, because he loves, loves, loves anniversaries!!! He genuinely can’t believe that he forgot because he normally plans everything months in advance.

“Oh! I can’t believe that I… Oh dear, here come to my room and let me make it up to you…”

Beelzebub – He’s heartbroken that he forgot! He is so upset. He apologises immediately, looking like he’s on the verge of tears, and he asks you to tell him what he needs to do to make it up to you. He doesn’t offer up solutions, he wants his alpha to pick something, so he knows they’ll enjoy it. The only thing he definitely does immediately, is offer whatever food he’s been saving for them to share with him while they discuss. He will likely ask for advice from some of his brothers, probably Belphie (who doesn’t help) and Asmo (who’s slightly more helpful). He may do it again, but he always tries his hardest to make your anniversaries as special as he can.

“Here, you can have my ice cream… I’m really sorry… What can I do?”

Belphegor – He doesn’t think it’s a big deal that he forgot, because you can both just rearrange it, right? I think it’s pretty unlikely that his alpha takes kindly to that opinion. It takes Belphie a little while to realise that a) he’s in the wrong and b) he needs to apologise. He’s not good at planning, but when he genuinely puts his mind to it, he’s actually pretty good at giving gifts. He buys something you’ve been wanting for a while, he might even put a sticky bow on top if you’re upset enough. He gives you the gift while mumbling apologies. The second you forgive him, he drags you to take a nap with him because he hasn’t been sleeping well since you’ve been mad at him. He’s pretty likely to do it again at least a few times, but he learns not to be such a dick about it eventually.

“Oh, I guess I must have forgot… We can just go tomorrow; I want to take a nap.”

Diavolo – He is gutted that he forgot. He organises the most extravagant apology dinner possible (which is pretty extravagant, because he’s a king, very dramatic, and very in love all at once). He gives a dramatic speech about how there’s no excuse, how he never wants you to think he doesn’t value your relationship etc. At this point, I imagine most people would be begging him to chill out and promising that they already forgave him. Either way, I don’t think it would ever happen again, especially because he tells all of his staff to remember your anniversary and always remind him the week before. He isn’t going to let this happen again.

“My love, I will never forgive myself for hurting you in this way. I will never stop trying to make it up to you, even if it takes me a millennium.”

Barbatos – This would never happen. He is amazing at keeping organisational data in his brain, especially data that means so much to him. Also, he can see the future, so, even if by some miracle he did forget, he would see your future reaction and know in advance that he forgot. Barbatos isn’t perfect, but he’s not one to forget important dates.

Simeon – Simeon is another one who is heartbroken that he’s treated his most beloved one this way. He feels awful. He does tear up a little bit if the relationship is old enough. Simeon makes a huge effort to create some adorable picnic date, cooking baskets and baskets of food and picking the most beautiful park. He brings flowers and bunting and a little cake that he ices with an apology in an unbelievably cute handwriting style. It’s very, very hard not to forgive him when he’s so apologetic and good at making you smile. He goes out of his way to make sure he never upsets his alpha in this way again. 

“My beloved, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I will seek to make it up to you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Solomon – He doesn’t care that much about anniversaries but he’s not dumb enough (like some other people on this list *cough*) to think that saying that to your face is a good idea. He definitely tries to play it off as though he had something planned all along and that making you think he forgot was part of the plan. He then scrambles to plan things last minute, and he’s quite good at covering up his mistake. If his alpha doesn’t believe him, he makes up for his mistake with expensive and rare gifts. He will find something special for his alpha. A first edition copy of your favourite book or limited edition merchandising of your favourite media, something like that. He knows the excitement will help dull any negative emotions you have towards him. I could definitely see him doing it multiple times, but if his alpha ever expressed genuine hurt long-term about that particular habit, he would readjust his priorities. He’s not a complete asshole after all, he just sometimes has a hard time pulling his head out of said asshole.

“Here, it took me three days to track down someone who had a copy, but I finally found a first edition for you. I hope you will accept this as a token of my apology, my dearest.”

[justice4canyonmoon]

I love your writing sm. I rarely ever find anyone who writes sub Harry or writes about anal on him. Eating Harry out sounds really hot. Do you think you could write something about doing it at his parents house and he has to

Anonymous asked: Fucking h with a vibrator was like the hottest thing I have ever read. What about rimming him? Would he be embarrassed at first then be a moaning mess when you started?

I hope you lovely anons don't mind that I combined these asks since they're asking for fairly similar things!! Thank you for the requests, and I hope you enjoy this one!!

Warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! rimming, sub! harry

WC: 1.5k

When you first went to visit Harry’s family for the holidays, you were extremely nervous. You knew how much his family meant to him, and you really wanted to impress them, for both yours and Harry’s sake. But your worries turned out to be unfounded; Anne was probably the kindest person you had ever met, apart from Harry himself, and Gemma was, well, an absolute gem. You fit right in with his family, and you couldn’t be happier. Neither could Harry, it seemed. His dimpled smile seemed permanently fixed on his face. He was extra snuggly with you, hugging you from behind when you were helping Anne with the dishes, laying his head in your lap during movie night, and pulling you to sit in his lap when you ate breakfast together.

In fact, you were snuggling right now. You were lying on Harry’s bed together; Harry was on his back, and you were directly on top of him, resting your head on his chest while his tattooed arms were holding you tightly, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumbs. Usually, the only moments the two of you had alone lately were right before bed, but this time, you’d gone up a bit earlier. Gemma wanted to watch a horror movie, and despite the fact that they could be a bit cheesy at times, they freaked you out. Not wanting you to sit upstairs alone, Harry went up with you, and now you were snuggled up to each other in your bedclothes.

“I’m really glad your family likes me, Har,” you mentioned, cutting the comfortable silence that had settled over the pair of you.

“Me too, m’ love. Wanna marry y’ someday, and though I’d probably do it anyway if m’ family didn’ like y’, it still means a lot that they do,” Harry replied.

You had a huge grin on your face, “You’ve thought about getting married?”

“Course I have!” he told you, “y’ the most amazing person ‘ve ever met. How could I not want t’ marry y?”

“I’ve thought about it, too. Hope it happens soon,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, “Way t’ be subtle.”

“I could propose to you, you know. Those gender roles are antiquated anyway, and we both know that we like switching up the usual roles in other ways,” you quipped.

You could practically feel him blush as he replied, “Y-yeah. I suppose so.”

You loved how easy it was to get him flustered. One teasing comment and maybe a subtle brush of your body against his was enough to get him going.

You leaned up so your lips were brushing against his ear, “Speaking of switching the positions, we haven’t gotten to do anything like that in a while. Wanna give it a go?”

He shivered, but protested, “Baby, we’re at m’ mum’s house. Don’ wanna get caught.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” you murmured, tugging slightly on the lobe, “besides, with Gemma watching The Conjuring, it’ll be a bit easier in case you’re not.”

“Y’ know it’s hard f’ me t’ be quiet,” he gasped, but the growing tent in his boxers suggested that he was up for it.

“You know what we haven’t tried yet?” a shake of his head prompted you to continue, “you’ve eaten my ass, but I’ve never gotten to return the favor.”

Now you knew Harry was definitely blushing, “Y-y’ want t’ rim me?”

“If you’d like me to. If not, we can do something else,” you suggested.

He interrupted, “No, no! I want t’ try it. ‘ve liked everything else we’ve tried s’ far.”

You smirked, “Good. I was hoping you’d say that. Flip over for me.”

You moved to sit at the end of the bed and he complied, flipping over so that he was kneeling on the bed and his face was pressed into the pillows. Those would at least help muffle the sound in case he was a bit too loud. You slowly pulled down his boxers, trying to give him time to back out in case he was having second thoughts. But he didn’t, which you were quite happy about. You tossed his boxers onto the floor and leaned toward him, pressing a kiss to one of his cheeks. He jumped slightly, making you frown a little.

“Relax, baby,” you whispered, “it’s not too different than what we’ve done before.”

Harry nodded and breathed deeply, willing his body to relax into the sheets. You smiled in satisfaction and continued your path, leaving feather light kisses across his backside, so light that Harry almost believed they weren’t there. Your hands moved up to gently grip his hips, holding him in place. With every kiss, you got closer and closer to your final destination.

Before long, you found yourself needing more, and you slowly spread his cheeks apart, once again giving him time to back out. He shuddered slightly, but said nothing to discourage your movements. So, you leaned in and placed a few soft kisses to his hole, just to get him used to the feeling of your mouth. You could hear his breath hitch, and you took that as a good sign. Slowly, you licked a single stripe up his crack, again, just trying to get him used to the feeling. A soft whimper punctuated the silence of the room, making you smirk a little. Good. He liked it. You did a few more passes like that, licking over his hole, but not inside yet. The first whimper turned into many, and soon he was fully moaning into the pillows. You knew he was ready for the next step.

You licked over his hole one more time, then very gently, you pushed just the tip of your tongue into him. He whimpered in response, pressing his head further into the pillows to better muffle the sound. You smirked against him and pushed inside of him more, enjoying the musky taste on your tongue. It was much different than tasting his cock, but still extremely pleasurable, and if felt like you were getting high off of the feeling. Clearly, Harry was too. You were extremely thankful for the pillows in this moment. With the way he was moaning, he would be able to be heard 4 houses away without them! Out of the two of you, he was much louder, which normally you loved, but in situations like this, wasn’t the best. Thankfully, the pillows absorbed most of the sound, which meant you were able to delight in his desperation without anyone else overhearing.

“S’ amaizin’ baby. S-s’ good. L-love you,” he gasped out.

Despite it being slightly muffled, you heard his as clearly as if he was speaking into a megaphone. The declaration of love made you smile widely.

You pulled out to give him a little, “Doing so well, baby. Love you, too,” before diving back in with renowned enthusiasm.

He moaned loudly into the pillows, and you smirked, continuing to taste him. The feeling of your tongue in his ass was quite new to him, but he knew he really liked it. One of your hands moved from his hips to one of his cheeks, giving it a squeeze as you continued your ministrations. You used pretty much any excuse you could to grab his butt; not only did you enjoy the feeling of it in your hands, but you also enjoyed how Harry would squeak in surprise whenever you did it. This time, it was a bit more expected, given your current activities. But Harry’s moans grew a bit more pronounced when you did it, leading you to believe it added to his pleasure. So you did it again and again and again, until he was begging you for his release.

“P-please, m’ l-love. M-may I cum?” he stuttered out.

Your hand moved from squeezing his ass to tugging at his cock and you pulled away to respond with, “Of course you may, sweet boy, since you asked me so nicely,” before diving back in.

A deep moan rumbled from his chest as you felt him spurt onto the sheets and on your hand. You worked him through his orgasm, continuing to move your tongue inside of him and pump his cock. When his orgasm finished sweeping through him, he collapsed onto the sheets, breathing a bit more heavily. You pulled out of him, making him whine softly at the loss, but your hand ran down his back comfortingly, and you whispered soft praises in his ear.

Soon, though, you had to pop the small bubble the two of you were in, and snuck to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean him off with. Luckily, as you were sneaking down the hallway, you could still hear Gemma’s movie playing, so most likely, Harry’s noises of pleasure went unheard. You re-entered Harry’s room and gently cleaned him off. He smiled sleepily and made grabby-hands at you, coaxing you back into bed with room. You tossed the cloth aside and obeyed his request, snuggling into his outstretched arms.

The room was mostly silent, and you thought Harry was asleep until he whispered, “Promise I’ll eat y’ out tomorrow morning to make up f’ not making y’ cum tonigh’.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you replied softly, your dreams overtaking you soon after.

[mypoisonedvine]

okay but here me out: you're a prostitute hired by laurie bc she found out that andy is cheating on her and needs proof for a divorce. when you see him, the payment is merely a bonus

wait i love this but i wanna modify it slighty: you’re a private investigator hired by laurie to seduce andy to prove he’s cheating!

this got so nasty so fast omg watch out for really dominating andy, with lots of dirty talk and a little bit of manipulation if you wanna read into it

“you don’t have to go through with it, obviously,” she explained, “you just need to get him to admit he’s done it before, and he’ll do it again.  on tape, with this.”

she set the audio recorder down in front of you, and you smiled sympathetically.

“don’t worry, ma’am, this isn’t my first time with a case like this.  I have my own equipment that’s less conspicuous and more reliable.  I could even catch him on film if you wanted.”

“you can do that?”

“yep, I have cameras that look like pens, buttons, rings, earrings, glasses...”

“well, video footage would be even better,” she explained, excited yet somber.  “I mean, it would make a better case in the divorce.  it would kill me to have to watch it, though...” she trailed off, scratching the back of her neck.

“is there any doubt in your mind he’s cheating on you?”

“only because I don’t want to believe it.  but it’s become to obvious to ignore,” she shook her head.

“I understand.  it’s hard to stomach that the people we care about most would hurt us like that.  but sadly it is all too common.  let’s just say that as a private investigator, this is a huge portion of what I do... and I get very steady work.  you’re not alone, laurie.”

“thank you,” she smiled weakly. “can you do it tonight?  I want this over with.”

“um, as long as it’s pretty late, I have other tasks this evening.”

“oh, late shouldn’t be a problem, he’s out until 4 or 5 in the morning these days.  this is the address of his work--” she set a piece of paper in front of you-- “just follow him to whatever bar he goes to from there and you shouldn’t have a problem.”

she’d shown you a photo, so you knew what to expect.  you had to come straight from your last assignment following somebody else around the city, so you weren’t dressed for the occasion at all.  to follow someone, you needed to dress plain and forgettable; to seduce someone, especially someone like andy barber, you needed to be extremely memorable.

you brought a change of clothes in your car, which you hastily slipped into in your back seat-- it required some acrobats to put tights on in the back of a small car like yours, but you managed to get through.

not just tights, but lingerie and garters.  sky high heels, a skintight dress that made you feel like your whole body was on display.  a motorcycle jacket and dark lipstick to give the whole look some edge.  basically, you’d tried to look as different from his wife as possible.  married men who were fucking around on the side always wanted something different, something fresh.  you knew how to do that.

plus, the jacket had the hidden camera attached to the lapel, nearly invisible among the snaps and buttons.

the echo of your heels on the concrete floor of the bar made every head turn.  it was quiet, and apparently a pretty slow night with only a few men scattered here and there-- the only other woman was the waitress.

andy was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, and he gave you a quick glance before doing a double take.  you tried not to smile visibly. gotcha.

you sauntered up to the bar, leaning forward and making sure to arch your back just so, showing off your ass. “vodka cranberry?” you requested, smiling when the bartender nodded and started pouring grey goose into a glass.

you took a seat decently far away from andy, “adjusting” your jacket to turn the camera on.  you wanted to make sure you caught him coming up to you, starting the conversation, flirting first.  he looked over at you a few times but never said anything, making you start to get a little impatient, before finally the bartender arrived with a second drink.

“from the gentleman at the end of the bar,” he explained as he handed it to you.

“oh!” you smiled, “that’s so sweet!  you can tell him to come say hi if he wants.”

and it was just a few minutes before andy got up and leaned against the bar beside you, looking down at you with dark, half-lidded eyes.

“thanks for the drink,” you grinned coyly, letting your gaze drift a bit.  he was really good looking, honestly, and he looked all kinds of right in that suit, too.  if it weren’t a job, this might be the kind of guy you would actually flirt with of your own accord.  then again, you knew better than to go for a guy who had a tan line on his ring finger-- you hoped the camera was able to see that he’d taken his wedding band off.

“I’m here almost every night and I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m from out of town,” you explained.

“business or pleasure?” he asked with a little smirk.

“I guess we’ll find out,” you winked.

it didn’t take much more flirting and a few more rounds of drinks for him to ask if you wanted to ‘get outta here,’ and with a giggle and a nod you let him guide you to his car with a hand on the small of your back. 

of course, you thought he was going to drive the both of you somewhere.  you didn’t expect him to push you up against it and kiss you roughly.

it was so sudden, and you knew you should stop him, but you somehow couldnt bring yourself to push him back, not when the way he was breathing heavily against you made your head spin, not when you could feel his beard and it was so hot for no good reason at all, not when his thick hands were grabbing you at your waist just tight enough to make you breathless.

“get in the back,” he instructed when he pulled back, making you blink up at him in shock.  you knew you had enough, you knew you should make an excuse and leave, get this footage uploaded from your mini cam and onto your laptop so you could get laurie what she needed...

but instead you found yourself biting your lip and nodding, letting him open the door for you and hopping in before he climbed on top of you, shutting and locking the door.

“we can go back to my place,” you offered as he started to suck on your neck, pulling you closer.  

“cant wait that long,” he mumbled quickly before helping you push your jacket off.

and you could tell that the way he tossed it onto the floor made the camera perfectly angled to see what he was doing to you.  maybe it was the perfect evidence for laurie’s case.  maybe it was about to tape you in your most intimate state with no way for you to stop it.

certainly there was no way you could stop when he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, pushing your dress up to find your black lace panties, and the garters holding up your tights.

“fuck, look at you... that’s why you came out tonight, then?  to get fucked?”

you nodded a little, gasping when he slapped your ass.

“little whore.”

you didn’t think you’d like being talked to like that, but it made your pussy throb beneath the lingerie that barely covered it.

just when you thought he was going to give it some attention, he flipped you around again and pulled you into his lap. 

“get on the floor, on your knees, and suck my cock.”

how was he so comfortable telling you what to do?  better yet, why were you doing it?

you slipped down, barely finding enough room with your massive heels in the way, and started to palm at his cock through his suit trousers, moaning absent-mindedly when you felt the thick, hard, hot length hidden beneath.   your mouth was already watering.

you started on his belt, looking up at him occasionally to find him watching you with a cold, unyielding stare.  when you reached inside his boxers and pulled it out, he smiled at your little gasp.

“bigger than you expected?” he taunted.  you were speechless, only able to nod in response before he put a hand on your hair-- not exactly forcing you forward, but definitely encouraging you to go ahead and put it in your mouth.

“fuuuck,” he groaned with you licked the head and finally closed your lips around it, suckling gently as your eyes fluttered shut.  “no no,” he correctly instantly, “look up at me with those pretty eyes, sweetheart.  take it deeper.”

you moaned around him but obeyed, using your hand to stroke the portion you couldn’t fit in your mouth (which was more than half).  you started to back away when you choked a little, but he pushed you back down and moaned a little louder, “I like it when you gag,” he explained gruffly, smiling when you looked up at him again, your eyes watering this time.  “god, you look so good like this.”

he pulled you off by your hair while you took in a gasping breath, gripping his cock at the base and slapping you lightly on the face with it a few times.  when you put your chin by his balls, the head hit you on the forehead... it made your gut burn as you tried to imagine how that would possibly fit in you without breaking something important.

when he pulled you back onto him, bucking up into your throat as you choked and gasped for air, you felt need tingling up your spine from seeing him like this.  he was completely in control and yet looked totally wrecked as he fucked your face.  it made you so wet you couldn't stand it.

just when you thought he might come, he stopped suddenly and lifted you up onto his lap, pulling your dress down to admire your completely impractical bra.

he grinned when he saw your nipples were already hard, reaching up to tweak them gently until your hips rocked on top of him of their own accord.

“you like having your tits played with, sweetheart?”

“I like when you do it,” you blurted out.

“sweet young thing like you, you’ve probably never even been with somebody who knows what they’re doing.”

it’s not like you hadn’t had some adept partners in the past, but none of them were like this. nobody had ever made you this desperate.

“please fuck me, andy,” you whimpered.

“not yet,” he growled, ripping your bra and tossing it aside.

“that was expens--” you started to protest, but it fell into a moan as he latched his lips onto an exposed nipple, sucking and licking eagerly.

“f-fuck!” you stammered, gripping his jacket tightly as you tried to stop yourself from humping his leg out of desperation

but he wanted you to-- he grabbed your hips and pulled you down, guiding you to rub yourself on his thigh.

“go ahead, pretty girl, show me how bad you want it.”

you were pretty confident that even through your panties, you were going to leave a stain on his trousers. 

you could even feel his cock on the inside of your thigh, hot and still slick with your spit, so hard you wondered why he wouldn't just put it in you already.

“please please please, need it so bad,” you whined, “I'm so wet for you, baby, I'm so fucking ready....”

“I know,” he whispered, pulling you closer to put his lips right beside your ear.  “I know, baby, I can feel it.  I can smell it.  you smell so fuckin sweet...”

you whimpered and your head fell back, pleasure shooting up through your body in jolts as you rubbed your swollen clit on his thick thigh.

“want me to fuck you?  I’ll fuck you, babydoll.  hard and rough just how you need it.”

“yes,” you sobbed.

“I’ll give it to you so good you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, won’t be able to sit right cause I tore that pretty little pussy up.”

you gasped but you wanted it, god you wanted it so fucking bad you couldn’t even remember that this was supposed to be a job, not a hook-up.  but you didn’t care.  

“please baby, I’ll do anything just fuck me, please--” you cried, cut off by him grabbing you and pushing you onto your knees again, slapping your ass one more time before pulling your panties aside.

“god, you’re soaked,” he chuckled condescendingly. “you’re so sensitive, honey.  I bet you’ll go crazy if I touch you here,” he proposed, rubbing his thumb over your clit and making you jolt forward from the intensity of it.  

he leaned down to wrap his body over yours, holding you close with one arm around your neck as he whispered in your ear, turning your face slightly with a hand on your jaw.

“look into the camera while I put it in you, baby...”

you weren’t sure if it was realizing you’d been caught, or the feeling of him pushing into you that made your eyes water, but a tear fell down your cheek as he buried himself into you with a groan.  it was just the right type of pain; with how wet you were, even a cock as massive as his slid into you easily.  but it felt like you’d never been stretched so wide and you didn’t even know what to do with yourself as he pulled back and slammed into you.

“I never told you my name,” he reminded you, “but you knew it anyways.  and with what I do for a living, I can smell a p.i. from a mile away.  you’re not as slick as you think, sweetheart-- well, proverbially slick... cause literally, this pussy is so fucking wet for me.” 

you could only gasp and sigh as he pumped into you faster and deeper, reaching parts of you that had never been touched before, let alone ravaged like this.  you could feel his smile against your ear as he started to fuck you faster, his free hand palming at your breasts before reaching back to hold your hips steady.

“god, you’re so fucking tight... anybody ever fucked you this good, honey?  anybody ever taken you like the needy little slut you are?”

he bit down on your ear and you realized he wanted an answer.

“n-no,” you replied, “never.  nobody’s ever fucked me like this, andy.”

“anybody ever fucked you on camera before?”

you swallowed dryly. “no.”

“was it all an act, then?  all part of the job?  I don’t buy it.  I think this is who you really are, a desperate little slut who needs to be stuffed full of cock by somebody who can give you everything you need.”

his filthy monologue fell on deaf ears as you tried with all your might to look away from the camera on your jacket, knowing that you had totally blown your case as well as presumably destroying your reputation.  fucking a married man is one thing, fucking a married man whose wife is your client who hired to prove he was cheating?  maybe you could spin it as doing your job a little too well?

“I can tell you’re close, sweetheart, go ahead and come for me.  I wanna feel this pretty pussy squeeze me, milk my fuckin cock when you come.”

mainly you were just trying not to get too loud, afraid that the car wouldn’t be enough to muffle your noises in case somebody walked through the mostly empty parking lot.

“andy!” you yelped when you reached your peak, not really meaning to but it came out anyways, he chuckled a little, the sound morphing into a growl as you clenched down around him with each wave of pleasure washing over you.

“fuck, don’t fuckin stop, this pussy feels so good I think I’m gonna come inside...”

you were too out of it to protest; you would’ve gone limp and fallen down onto your chest if he hadn’t held you up, his cock flexing against your overstimulated walls as he painted your insides with his come.

he grinned as he stilled his movements, catching his breath for a moment before sitting up and pulling out, slipping your panties back on to keep his come inside for a bit longer.

it was all a blur as he helped you half-redress before he all but shoved you out of the car, stuffing his cock back into his pants before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

“tell my wife I said ‘hi’,” he winked at you as he drove off, leaving you with wobbly legs balancing on your heels while his come leaking down your thighs.

[cherryatiny]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐑)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

❁ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Please welcome the world-wide known cellist Ian Park, who will lead today's concert, please applause for him.“ loud sounds of hands clapping resonated in the spacious orchestra hall, when the man in question stood up with a cello in his hands.

Over the time you two were together, it became a tradition for you and your sugar daddy Hongjoong to go to a classical music concert at least once a month. Always get dressed up in new robes he bought for you and walk down the corridors of the historical theatre as the people around you were amazed by how beautiful and a powerful couple you two were.

As the first tones of the symphony came out, your ears felt like melting from the lovely music played by the greatest musicians of the present time. Hongjoong's hand was resting on the part of your thigh exposed by the high slit in your dress. Fingertips drawing figures on your skin and going higher under the velvety material of your dress and reaching the seamless thong you wore underneath. „Don't you dare go any higher.“

„Was that meant to the soprano lady, or me?“ chuckled Hongjoong lowly as his hand went higher, his fingers rubbing up and down the wet patch on your underwear. Instead of an answer, a quiet whimper left your mouth unwillingly. Thank god, you were in one of the balcony booths and covered by dark, too far from the prying eyes.

His hand skillfully pushed your panties to the side, exposing your slit to the fresh air, the sudden chilly feeling and Hongjoong's fervent touches, made goosebumps rise up on your upper thighs.

As soon as his thumb came in a contact with your reddened clit that was desperately in need of his touch, your body started squirming in the seat, his second hand keeping you down from moving too much by gripping your thighs.

Having decided that you seemed to be aroused more than enough by the delicate stimulation of your clitoris he gave you, Hongjoong slipped two of his fingers covered by rings, into your heat, coating them in your slick right away, which made it only easier for him to thrust them into you in an intense speed and hardness, never failing to brush directly against your sweet spot, making the knot tighten in your stomach as you were getting so close to staining the luxurious seats of the national theatre building.

„Fuck, you gonna let it out, princess? You look so classy, yet you're getting off on my fingers like some bitch in heat in the middle of an opera concert, how pathetic. Your cunt couldn't wait any longer? What were you thinking of, that made you wet so easily, even though we are in public, hm? Tell me, my dirty girl.“

❁ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Seong- I mean, Mr. Park, I've organized the papers for you, here.“ you announced as you stepped into his spacious office, the glass-wall behind him allowing you to look at the panorama of the city, but even better sight than that was your sugar daddy Seonghwa focused on the papers in front of him.

The white shirt he had on, which covered the body you knew well, was slightly unbuttoned as Seonghwa ran his hands into his hair out of frustration. The level of stress in his body much more higher than it should be, as he tried to finish the paperwork for launching a sub-corporation of the company he ran.

When you first started working as his secretary, you two were mean to each other, always nitpicking on each other's words and arguing, but it all started when he got you the keys to your new apartment in the building he owned, or when you two fucked after the ball that was part of the business conference in Milan, and over the months you two got closer and closer to each other until he eventually became your sugar daddy.

„Mhm, Y/N, come here baby.“ going over to where he was, you stood in front of him, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you down to sit on his lap. „I'm so stressed baby, but I can't leave work until I finish the paperwork, why don't you get on your pretty knees and support me while I'm working?“

„Yes, sir.“ Nodding your head with a sly smirk, you obeyed his request, knowing exactly what he meant, and slipped down from his lap, going under the high desk he worked at, you reached for his pants, your fingers swiftly unbuttoning and tugging them down. Reaching for his briefs, you could hear Seonghwa chuckle at how impatient you were.

Wrapping your hand around his girth, your other hand resting on his thigh, your wet lips neared his tip leaking of pre-cum. Giving the tip kitten licks and teasingly kissing along his shaft, you tried to rile him up as much as possible, but he didn't seem to be having much of it, his hand gripping on your ponytail rather harshly, tugging on it to make you look up.

„Princess, get to work and don't tease, or else I'll have to knock on your apartment door tonight with a collar and a leash. Actually... a whore like you would like that, right? Being a fuck toy for me to use. Look at you right now, on your knees in my office knowing that anyone could walk in right now. Now suck on it like it's a lollipop, my kitten.“

❁ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

When Yunho said, „Baby baby, your favourite brand launched their new collection today, why don't we go and see some of it“ you did not expect to spend the next few hours shopping for clothes with him. At first, he wanted to see the brand, then he decided he needs some clothes for the press conference of the drama he was starred as the main character in, and then it ended up with you supposedly needing new dresses, „Yunho I don't need any dress.“

Shutting you with 'quiet baby', his hand tugged you to the shop he had in mind. It was a shop that specialized in gowns and formal clothing for different balls and this type of stuff. „Yuyu, I don't need any dress, I'm not going to any ball, so why would I need them.“

But Yunho wasn't having it, already too engaged with picking dresses for you. Going through the different rich materials and colours, his eyes landed on a beautiful black gown, with exposed shoulders and a high slit on the left leg. „Go try them on baby.“

Rolling your eyes at his request, too tired to do anything, but still agreeing to try them on to make your sugar daddy happy, you took the dress from his hand. Closing the door of the changing booth, you got too bothered with undressing, that you didn't notice Yunho slip in. That was until his soft fingertips started brushing against your collar bones, slipping the bra straps off your body. „Yunho what are you doing he-“

The words got caught in your throat as Yunho pressed his fingers against your wet slit, pressing onto your covered clit hardly, earning a moan from you. „What am I doing here? I think that's pretty obvious, I've noticed how desperately my girl looked, so I deducted I should help her... but she has to be quiet.“

Tugging your panties to the side, he got hold of his already hard shaft, pumping it a few times and lubricating it with his pre-cum. Positioning himself at your entrance, he looked at your reflection in the mirror, smirking at the desperate look on your face.

Slipping his length into your heat, he started off with a steady and fast pace, hitting the sweet spot hardly. One of his hands holding you by your waist and the other one shutting you as it was pushed against your mouth. „I don't have that many hands baby, so please rub your clit for me.“

Knowing well as to not anger him by not obeying his instructions, your hand slipped in between your legs, fingers coming to direct contact with the reddened bundle of nerves, desperate for any external stimulation, as the tip of Yunho's cock stimulated it from inside. The work of your fingers on your wet pussy was bringing you closer and closer to your sweet high, which you knew was for sure going to be exquisite.

Letting out incoherent moans as Yunho's pace got faster, his cock twitching signalising that you weren't the only one nearing your high, as your walls clenched around him tightly. „Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Your mouth wide agape from the unexpected pleasure delivered to you, resulting in your fluids squirting not only on Yunho's well-endowed dick, but also the mirror you were pressed against. „Alright, you got tissues? Cuz I don't think the shop assistants will like to clean it..“

❁ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

It was Friday, which meant your regular dinner with your sugar daddy Yeosang at the luxurious restaurant you always went to. Dressed up in a comfortable, but pretty and seductive dress, you hopped into the back seat of the black car. Yeosang signalled to the chauffeur that he can get going to the restaurant.

Arriving at the hotel where the restaurant was situated, you went up by an elevator to the highest floor, which secured the impressive panorama. Being greeted by the usual waitress with a bottle of red wine in her hands, you excused yourself to use the restroom, while the cooks prepare food for you two.

Placing your purse down on the limestone sink, you took a look at your reflection in the mirror. Taking out the red lipstick you had with you, you reapplied it, since the previous layer got smudged.

Smudged thanks to Yeosang's hungry lips, because as soon as you sat down on the leather seat of his car, his hand immediately wrapped around your neck to bring you closer, his mouth fervently devouring yours.

Sighing you leaned against the counter, trying to get over the bemusing feeling in your lower parts, because how could he arouse you just with some kisses? Closing your eyes, you breathed out heavily, trying to calm yourself down so you can get back to him, without beseeching him to rail you right there, not noticing that the said man was present in the restroom, standing right behind you... That was until his hands laid themselves on your hips, catching you out of guard as you looked up in the mirror to see his boasting grin.

„What's wrong princess? Did my little actions in the car arouse you that much that you can't get back to me? Did you plan on getting yourself off to get rid of the heat in your panties? Did you think your little fingers could help you? I thought you were smarter than that, you should thank the deity that you have me. I'll free you of the arousal and wetness, all you have to do is beg.“

Weighing your options, you knew he was right..„Sir, please, rub my needy cunt, sir I'm all yours, so please help me release the knot in my stomach.“ Chuckling at the way you begged, knowing well how to do it after Yeosang taught you for months, his hands rolled your dress up to your waist, revealing your cotton panties.

Tugging them down to your knees, Yeosang leaned closer to you, looking at your reflection in the mirror, while whispering into your ear, „Relax, mister will rub your little cunt so well, so lean into his touch and be a good girl for him.“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

As you remember falling asleep in San's car, waking up in your sugar daddy's private jet was quite astounding. Lying on the soft cushions of the seat you were in, you let out a few whimpers as you stretched your sore body.

„Well, good morning baby. Did you get good sleep? I tried to move you to the jet as carefully as possible to not wake you up.“ Smiling at him, you murmured a few words of your thankfulness and how your sleep was.

Unclassping the seat belt, you stood up from your seat and approached San who was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. He placed the bundle of papers on the coffee table in front of him, straightening his arms up, to wrap around your waist and tug you down to his lap.

Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, your wrapped your arms around it tiredly. His hand wrapped around your waist and the second one laid on your thigh, keeping you close to him. You let out a few whimpers, wriggling in his lap, to satisfy the growing heat and rub your core against his muscular thighs. „Is there something wrong baby?“

„Can you help me out?“ you said with a quiet almost unhearable voice, a little pout forming on your lips. „Help you out with what, princess?“ you averted your gaze to the hem of your skirt, fingers playing with it. „I've had a naughty dream about you...“

San chuckled at the way your ears turned red at how embarrassed you were because of the request you had. His hand forgot its place on your knee as it moved up, way under your skirt. Tugging your panties to the side, he could feel just how much the wet dream aroused you. His fingers moved up and down your wet slit, purposely coating them with slick and moving them up to your clit.

Rubbing your clit, pressing on it and occasionally changing the intensity of his actions, you couldn't stop the gasps from spilling out from your mouth, you were so engaged by this, that you did not notice San unbuttoning his shorts in the meanwhile, freeing his hardened dick from the tight garments.

You noticed it only when the movement on your swollen bundle of nerves stopped, right before you neared the sweet release, an unsatisfied cry that was cut in your throat leaving your lips. „Shh, baby. Daddy got hard hearing those blissful moans leave your mouth, so it's only right we help each other out. But you can't forget that we aren't alone, so all you gotta do I hope that the pilot can't hear us...“

❁ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

High mountains covered in a white blanket of snow were illuminated by the fierce sun rays as they created a scene straight out of a painting. The sound of champagne glasses clicking was heard, as you and Mingi sat in the hot and bubbling water, located on a balcony of the luxurious mountain resort you were in. Only you, your sugar daddy and maybe a few deers out there, but still possibly visible to others, „Do you like it here, princess?“

Nodding at his questions enthusiastically, you sipped off the champagne as your body melted to the feeling of jacuzzi jets massaging your sore muscles, „Yes, it's amazing here, thank you Mingi, for taking me here, I don't even know how to repay you.“

„You don't have to repay me, anything princess, I'm just happy that you like my present, now come here.“ standing up from your 'seat' on the other side of the jacuzzi, goosebumps immediately rose up on your body as the winter breeze attacked your wet skin. Coming over to his seat, you sat back down rushedly as to not catch a cold, the hot water welcoming you, as you found your comfortable spot in Mingi's lap.

His large hands rested on your back, pulling you closer to his chest as they twiddled with the knot that kept the top part of your bikini together. „Mingi, I know we're alone, but you never know when someone's watching...“ you spoke nervously. „Don't think about it, relax into my touch, let the water massage your body.“ Untying the top of your swimwear, he let it fall to the water, the piece of cloth floating on the water surface.

His hands reached for your soft breasts, squeezing them softly as to your hurt you, twirling your hardening nipples between his fingers. Mingi leaned closer to your chest, his plump lips latching onto one of your breasts, sucking on it passionately. Your head was thrown back as you let out low moans, your hands going straight into his locks.

While his face was dipped into your chest, sucking on your soft mounds, your hands travelled down to where the hem of his swimsuit was. „It's only fair I repay you by taking care of you my prince, so now, you should be the one to relax to my touch.“

❁ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„What are you reading?“ Averting your eyes from the flavescent pages of the book in your hands, you looked up at the man who stood in front of you. His skin sunbathed into a caramel tinted tone only added to how attractively his muscular body looked like, abs covered in beads of water as he just finished swimming in the sea, „50 shades of grey. A colleague of mine told me to read, it's kinda vanilla I have to say, nothing compared to what you do to me at nights.“

Smirking at your remark, he laid by your side on the soft cushions of the large beach couchette as soon as he finished drying his body. Keeping himself close to you, he threw a towel over your bodies, covering them completely, „Why are you covering us, Woo? Are you still cold from the water?“

„Let's just say I don't want other people to see that I got horny as fuck seeing my beautiful girl in her bikini and I just can't get my dick down, so try to act like nothing is happening as I stuff you full of my cock.“

Widening your eyes at how straightforward he was being to you in public, your cheeks got heated up as you could feel his fingers tugging your bikini bottoms down to your knees.

You looked around the beach, trying to act like nothing is happening just as he said, but when you locked eye contact with an older couple who were enjoying their time on the private beach and were looking at you awkwardly, you got even more embarrassed, so looking down into the mattress seemed like the best option. Wooyoung did the same with his swimsuit as he did with your, tugging it down to his knees, pulling out his leaking cock.

Without any more protraction, he sank his length into your wet hole. You had to bite on your lips to keep the moans from escaping past your lips. „Fuck, your cunt is taking me so well, you seem to like having a cock balls-deep in you, while we're in the public.“ His arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he pulled your back closer to his chest, his fingers playing with your nipples through the material of your swimsuit as he bottomed himself into you.

„Fuck, I don't think railing you once will be enough to satisfy our needs, should we go to the hotel room after this and recreate some of the book's chapters?“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Sitting bored in the studio, your fingers typing something into your phone, you side-eyed the clock on the wall frequently, as you waited for the end of your partner's song recording. Black headphones on his head as he let out angel-like sounds into the microphone. „Woow, Jongho, good job for today, I think we can finish this up for today.“

Jongho smiled at the producer who sat in his seat in front of the computer screen, coming back from the recording room to where you were. Standing up from your seat on the couch, you went to him, almost jumping at him out of happiness that this boring session was finally over.

„Jongho, can you please keep guard over the studio for about fifteen minutes? I have to go pick up something but I have no idea where I put my keys.“ Looking over to you, to ask whether it was okay, you nodded although you were not very happy about it, and with that Jongho agreed to watch the studio while the producer left.

„How did you like my recording today?“ mischievous smile on his face as he asked you that, knowing very well while he brought you here. „Did you bring me here today on purpose? Who would have thought that the sweet and awkwardly shy Choi Jongho, would record a song with such naughty lyrics? Hmm, tell me, who were you singing about? Who were you imagining fucking, while you were writing those lyrics?“ Taking small steps, you were slowly cornering him, up until he fell on the couch behind him.

Sitting down onto his thick thighs, the material of his jeans coming straight to contact with your core as the skirt you wore covered you two. Leaning closer to him, you attached your lips onto the skin on his neck, nibbling on it softly as to not leave any marks. „We have around ten minutes left, should I give you a preview of what is waiting for you tonight?“

Your cleavage was straight in front of his eyes as you straddled his lap, purposely pressing your breasts against his chest to accentuate it and catch his attention more. Subtly griding against the tent forming in his jeans, your hand caressing his temples innocently. You could feel him shifting underneath you, some incoherent babble stammering out of his lips at your actions. Your hands took hold of his wrists, placing them on your waist,

„Now, do you think you'll be able to cum and get rid of your boner in less than seven minutes, pretty boy?“

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[ickle-ronniekins]

the one i was meant to find

request: from nonnie! “soulmate au with George??? maybe tattoos or something with the red thread of fate?”

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 4.8k

warning(s): angst, mentions of impending war, torture, sadness, anxiety

desc: your seventh year takes a wild turn when umbridge announces the arranged establishing of relationships to keep things in order. keep things in order? sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? people shouldn’t be paired off, you should find one another through fate! so when umbitchbridge ultimately decides to pair students off by blood status, it seems as though fate (or the ministry) is pulling you and your boyfriend miles and miles apart.

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Umbridge’s slimy voice rang violently throughout the Great Hall. Suddenly everything sounded very muffled in your ears, and you swallowed thickly in the hopes of unpopping them. Your breathing became heavy, just as it had that winter day at the Weasley home.

You’d been sitting outside the Burrow in the snow near the garden shed with the lot of them, before Fred, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione had all excused themselves, leaving you and George alone. You’d sworn that you’d seen Fred wink at you before vanishing inside the bustling home. You’d bit down on your lip, knowing exactly what he’d been trying to do. Damnit, Fred.

You’d stolen a glance at George, who’d looked as calm as could be. That hadn’t helped your nerves at all. Neither had the slight mistletoe that had materialized above you both, the unmistakable sound of Frederick Weasley cackling emanating from the second floor of the house.

“You know,” George began, his voice steady as a rock as he inched closer toward you. He lifted his eyes to glance above you both. “Legend has it that if you don’t song whoever you’re with whenever mistletoe appears, you’re both cursed for life.”

You’d actually snorted and immediately caved in on yourself. How embarrassing was that? Your cheeks flooded red, both from the embarrassment and from the way his laughter had warmed your entire body. You’d hadn’t even known what to say. “You’re full of it, Weasley,”

He’d placed a hand dramatically across his chest. The tips of his ears and nose were pink from the cold, and you’d sworn you were going to spontaneously combust at the sheer sight of it. “Swear to Merlin, Y/N, I read about it.”

“You? Read about it? Sure. In what -- Ten Ways To Charm Your Crush?” you’d internally scolded yourself for saying something so bloody stupid, but George had clearly thought it was cute because his grin deepened alongside the dramatic drumbeat of your heart. You’d decided to dive in head first. “I reckon you just want to kiss me.”

His features had twisted into a childish smirk and the wind ruffled his bit of bright red hair sticking out from his hat. A few snowflakes had fallen onto his eyelashes and melted when he’d blinked. “Absolutely, I do.”

He’d caught your lips with his in a moment of clarity. It was new and invigorating and familiar all at once. You may had been informed of your magical abilities at the age of eleven, much to the surprise of your Muggle parents, but in all the years you’d been attending Hogwarts, you’d never felt magic quite like this. The feeling of his eyelashes brushing against your cheekbones and his tongue gliding gently over your bottom lip had sent you gasping for air --

A hand on the small of your back pulled you from your memory. You turned to your side and looked at George for some reassurance, except all he was able to give you were worried eyes and a clenched jaw. You noticed the way his eyes glistened, but not the way they had underneath the snow and the stars and the mistletoe. They were glistening with tears.

“You can’t pair people off like this!” Yells were ringing throughout the Great Hall, along with complaints and quite a few expletives. You squeezed George’s hand. All you wanted him to do was tell you everything would be okay. “George, she can’t --”

Umbridge kept on talking, annoyingly enough, and you were surprised at how loudly her words echoed in your ears. “The Ministry has concluded, boys and girls, that students will be paired off by blood status. Pure-bloods are to marry pure-bloods, half-bloods with half-bloods, Muggle-borns with Muggle-borns. No intermingling will be tolerated. There will be daily checks to make sure you are abiding by the rules. Be warned, children, there will be disciplinary actions for those refusing to obey. No exceptions.”

You felt as though your throat was closing up. George’s face was blurry through your vision, but you could still see the worried look glazing over his eyes. How the hell did she expect to pull this off -- daily checks? This woman was absolutely mad. Somehow though, you knew she’d stop at nothing to make sure her rules were being followed. The thought terrified you to your core. To George, you said shakily, “But -- I love you.”

You’d known it since the day you met him, and even before that. You knew that he was the one you’d been waiting for. The overwhelming feeling of warmth you’d felt when he’d introduced himself with a lopsided grin all those long years ago in the middle of a Herbology lesson was like nothing you’d felt before. You had first met his gaze across the classroom, and he’d held it a little longer than he normally would have. You’d been in love ever since. And so had he.

It isn’t fair, you wanted to yell out. What authority did Umbridge have to decide who you’re meant to be with? Weren’t soulmates to be determined by fate, and not by the corrupt Wizarding government? You had a thought of hexing her right now, but her pompous laugh made you feel as though you turned to stone. By the look on McGonagall’s face from the other end of the hall, you were quite certain she felt like hexing Umbridge, too.

Who the bloody hell was she to think that she had a say, any say, over who you were allowed to marry?

George’s lip wobbled a bit as he breathed in deeply. “I love you, too.” His voice was hoarse and different and worrisome. “It’ll all be okay, darling, I promise.”

Somehow you knew that George didn’t fully believe his own words.

What were you supposed to do, coming from a Muggle family, when the whole lot of Weasleys were pure-bloods? What were you supposed to say to this vile woman to make her reconsider her choices? When your eyes met hers in a fit of fury, you squeezed George’s hand tighter, all while Umbridge threaded her brows together and stood up a little straighter.

What were you supposed to do if your soulmate wasn’t allowed to be your soulmate at all?

-- -

As you stealthily flicked your wrist, a dull light emanated from your wand, causing Professor Snape’s hair to stand up on command and turn a rather ugly shade of yellow.

You squealed; how you’d managed to pull it off was beyond you. Behind you, your boyfriend squeezed your shoulders and grabbed your hand before pulling you out of the Great Hall and around the bend. He was finding it very difficult to suppress his laughter, as evident by the red colour rising in his cheeks and the slight tears in his eyes. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”

You flipped your hair and grinned at him. “I know,” you said cheekily, earning yourself a playful jab to the ribs. You locked your arms around his neck. “I learned from the best.”

You adored the dimple that appeared on his cheek each and every time he smiled. You pushed his long hair out of his eyes. “The best, eh?”

“The best of the best,”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and lifted you into the air, your feet dangling just above the corridor floor. He spun you a bit until you claimed you were getting dizzy. “My girl is going to out prank me one day.. how’d I get so lucky? I reckon I’m the luckiest bloke there is.”

You giggled and played absentmindedly with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” George breathed, placing you back down and bringing a hand to the back of your neck. The cheekiness in his features almost immediately twisted into that of compassion, of admiration, of --

“I love you.”

If you hadn’t been so absolutely floored (even though you’d kind of been expecting it), you would’ve noticed how very quickly those three words had brought tears to your eyes. Except, you were too excited to notice such things. Nothing at all could’ve prepared you for those three words. You reckoned your smile was stretching from ear to ear now.

The three words you’d been waiting to hear for so long were playing in your head on repeat. You couldn’t wait another second before saying them very quickly back through a very excited squeal. “Iloveyoutoo!” He laughed and kissed you softly, his mouth moving very carefully against yours. You whispered against his lips in a calmer, more serious tone, “I love you, too.”

-- -

Your seventh and final year at Hogwarts was not going according to plan. Not only had Umbridge mechanically established relationships via blood status, but she also split all of the students up by blood status as well. So there were no longer Hogwarts houses. Each student were given new, generic Hogwarts robes and new common rooms. You shifted uncomfortably in a particularly painful armchair in what used to be the Slytherin common room. How convenient, you thought, that Umbridge had deemed the dungeons an appropriate spot for the new “Muggle-born Residencies”.

And George.

He was struggling to get used to the strange entrance of the previous Ravenclaw common room, now deemed the “Pure-blood Dormitories”. Umbridge had completely banned the selling of any and all Weasley products, even confiscating their trunks and blasting their items to smithereens. Everything George and Fred worked on for so long was just...gone, and you couldn’t even be there to comfort them.

The most interaction you were able to have with George were stolen glances across the Great Hall and in lessons. McGonagall didn’t have much say over the pairing off, but she did have a say in how lessons ran. She shut down Umbridge’s ludicrous “lesson by blood status” idea almost immediately.

George had sworn to you that it would be easy to sneak around, that he could jinx Umbridge or remove her memory or outsmart her any day. But bloody hell, it was proving to be difficult. This woman had certainly done her research. The Ministry had you all on a strict lockdown control.

Fleeting moments with George came less often than both of you would have liked. One recurring time Umbridge couldn’t stop you (because she wouldn’t dare step out onto the Quidditch pitch) were matches. The schedule had already been established, McGonagall had fought. It was the only time the “four houses” were able to reconvene during the school year. You waited patiently, nervously, restlessly outside of the Gryffindor changing rooms and yanked George rather violently behind the tent before pulling him onto a bone crushing embrace.

An exasperated breath left your lips. “I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.” you told him. It had only been a month -- surely it had been longer? Like five bloody years maybe?

“Me neither, love.” The feeling of his arms wrapped around your waist was exhilarating in a way that nothing else was. When he pulled away to look at you, he kept his hands gripped tightly on your hips, as if he were afraid you were going to slip through his fingers. Which, you thought, was pretty accurate. These fleeting moments were exactly that. Fleeting.

You expected to see the usual cheekiness glistening in his eyes, but he looked -- empty. Like the life had been sucked right out of him. Like he didn’t care about anything anymore. Like he hadn’t caught sleep in days.

You tugged hesitantly on his robes. “I -- I got paired off last week.”

You didn’t say this to hurt him; you said this to be truthful. You saw his jaw clench as he prepared himself for answers. “Who is it? I know him?”

You waved George off. “He’s just some guy.”

And then, amazingly, incredibly, George actually snorted. For a brief moment, you saw traces of happiness nearly lift him off of his feet. “Some guy?”

“Well I don’t bloody know!” you laughed too. It felt like discovering a completely new emotion, since despair seemed to be the only thing you were feeling these days. “We -- haven’t really spoken much. Just the bare minimum. He’s got a girl in Ravenclaw. Half-blood. So he’s dreading this just as much as us.”

George breathed a sigh of relief. “Same with mine.”

So he’d gotten paired off too. You felt a huge bout of nervousness tense your muscles, and you nodded. The question you were wanting to ask must’ve appeared blatantly in your eyes, because George took your hands in his and squeezed them. “You know that Hufflepuff? Lead singer in the frog choir?”

Your heart dropped about a thousand stories. Of course you knew her. She was stunning. And dating that Slytherin bloke, the one who was exceptionally good at Charms. It didn’t stop the nerves from bubbling up inside of you though. You bit your lip and stammered, “She -- she’s beautiful.”

George brought your hands to his lips and kissed them gently. He hated seeing you like this, you could tell, because there was a type of yearning in his eyes you’d never seen before. He shook his head and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “No, you’re beautiful.”

Just then, the very obnoxious foghorn-like sound emitted from the castle, signaling the end of Quidditch and that all students must return to their respective dormitories immediately. Gravity was pulling you both apart, but you both defied it, testing fate, holding onto one another just a moment longer.

George kissed you with an intensity you’d never known -- you didn’t exactly know when the next time you’d be able to be this close to him. It proved to be the most difficult thing you’d ever had to do to pull away. “Be careful, be safe -- I love you.”

“I love you too, George.”

You watched as he ran forward to meet Fred, who shot you a sympathetic gaze. You mechanically entered the group of Muggle-borns who were heading back to the dorms. Before vanishing toward the opposite end of the castle, George threw you one last inconspicuous glance and brought a hand gently to his heart.

-- -

“George, it’s not up to me, it’s not up to you,”

Grimmauld Place looked disturbingly non-Christmas like, despite Molly’s best efforts at decorating in her spare time between visits to the hospital to see Arthur. You’d managed, in a strange, winding way, to end up here. It proved to be very difficult though. Umbridge was now monitoring all floo-networks and the skies for flying, and it was becoming increasingly hard to apparate when your heart just wasn’t in it. But you’d made it -- somehow. You worshiped these few days here, unbeknownst to her.

You shifted uncomfortably underneath the blanket, unable to find a position on the couch that made you feel okay. Comfortable. Safe.

You glanced down at your scarred hand and ran your fingers along the words that were reflected on George’s as well.

I must not disobey the law.

The law. That’s what Umbridge thought this was. So when she caught George attempting to sneak down to the dungeons one night to see you, if only for a moment, she threw the both of you in separate four-hour long detentions, these six words now permanently engraved into your skin.

“I don’t care,” George breathed. “I don’t care about Umbridge, or these stupid rules, or the shop, or the fact that I’ve got this ridiculous phrase on my skin. I don’t care about any of it, I care about you.”

You bit your lip as the tears began to flow. You knew he didn’t mean that. Of course he cared. “I care about you too, but what are we supposed to do?”

“Let’s fight this!”

“We’ve tried! We’ve tried, George! Umbridge is so set in her ways, not even Dumbledore can shut this down! D’you think this is easy for me?” you cried. “D’you think it’s easy knowing that there’s a beautiful woman you’ve been paired with, or that there’s a man who I’m expected to spend my life with when all I’ve been doing for the better half of the last two and a half years is planning my life with you? It’s not bloody easy, George, it’s not, tell me how this is fair, tell me!” You weren’t sure when you’d started pounding on his chest, but your rattled cries echoed throughout the empty living room space. George pulled you into his chest, gripping the back of your neck tightly in his hands as he continually pressed kisses into your hair. Your sobs turned hoarse and raspy; you were crying fully now, desperate moans evaporating into the tense air above you.

You hated hearing him cry, so when he opened his mouth to speak and his words were jumbled and emotional, you squeezed your eyes shut tight, hoping that you’d open them to something other than this nightmare. “I don’t -- I don’t want to give up on us, love.”

“And you think I do?”

“No, no, of course not!” he cried, letting his emotions get the better of him. He sucked in a breath as you dabbed gently at your tears, even though fresh ones fell just as quickly as the old ones vanished. How could this be the plan for you two? How could this be your fate, when you were so in love with one another? He shook his head. “No, I’m not done. I’m not done fighting for this. Bloody hell, I don’t even care if I’ve got to use the cruciatus curse on her. I’ll give up the shop, I’ll do anything. I don’t care about anyone else --”

“George, please, you can’t give up the shop, I won’t let you --”

“Come hell or high water, I’m fighting for you,” in a moment of fury, he grabbed and cradled your head in his hands before pressing a forceful kiss to your lips. It didn’t stop you from crying. When you both parted, you peered up at him and noticed tears near the edges of his eyes. “I’m not giving up on us. I love you.”

You gently brought a hand to his cheek and caressed his skin. You choked out, “I love you, too.”

Sometime later on, after you’d both drifted off, you woke to the sound of slight shuffling around the room. Wrapped around you in a tight embrace, George was fast asleep, his breathing now steady and slow. You noticed Molly walk over to you both and cover you with an extra blanket, her wedding ring dazzling brightly in the moonlight flooding the room.

She must’ve noticed your puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks, because she reached out and ran a gentle hand through your hair. Tears had risen in your eyes immediately at her touch, as well as surprise. You’d expected a scolding for falling asleep together, but instead she just whispered, “Fate will win in the end.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let the tears fall, but managed to nod at her and squeeze her hand. She gently caressed your cheek and placed a kiss to your head and to George’s before crossing the room and quietly closing the door.

George stirred a bit when you interlaced your fingers with his. You pressed your lips softly to the top of his hand before letting more tears fall and adjusting within his embrace, the one you came to know so well, and found yourself craving more than oxygen itself.

-- -

“They love you. I promise. They always have, haven’t they?” The fire reflecting in his eyes resembled how the fire in your bones felt. Wild. With reckless abandon.

“But this is different!” you squealed, pushing gently away from him so he couldn’t tickle you. “Before I was just good mates with all of you. Now I’m -- your girlfriend.”

George threaded his brows together in confusion. “Wait, you are? Since when?”

He earned himself a playful jab to the ribs for that one. Outside the Burrow, the snow was falling soundlessly. It had been three days since George had kissed you under the mistletoe, two days since you made it official, one day since he re-introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. It was the perfect Christmas.

“I’m just.. worried, is all. They’re getting to know me in a different way, you know?”

“Don’t worry, love,” he reassured you, placing a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Fred’s mad for you, always has been -- waiting ages for us to get together, hasn’t he? Ginny and Ron adore you.. I can’t wait for you to meet Bill and Charlie finally. Er -- can’t make any promises about Percy, though. No matter -- he’s a foul little git, anyway.”

You sniggered a bit and felt your breath catch in your throat when George began to trace small circles on your knee. You swallowed. “And your mum and dad?”

His smile only deepened. “Well they love you, don’t they? Mum’s always called you part of the family already. And my dad, well -- you know about my dad.”

You’d never felt the Muggle part of you was that exciting, but somehow Arthur Weasley’s enthusiasm for it made you feel like it was such a precious part of you, that you were all the better for it.

George continued, “Now that you’ll be spending more time here, I reckon he’ll keep you occupied in conversation for hours. Making you tell him everything about Muggles. Apologies in advance.” George laughed softly for a moment and waved his wand to bring you both cups of tea to settle in for the evening. “Besides, he’ll go absolutely mad when he meets your parents. He’s always hoped one of us would have Muggle in-laws.”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise and teased him. “In-laws? Already have us married, do you?”

When you giggled playfully, George didn’t, but instead squeezed your hand a few times and let his sincerity speak for itself through his facial features. His soft eyes, yearning and hungry and wildly in love. His mouth in a lazy grin. His chest rising and falling slowly, as if being able to look at you had finally regulated his breathing. Like you were the oxygen that was finally refilling his lungs.

You stammered, breathless. “Y-you do think about that, don’t you?”

He shrugged, as if to play off the whole thing. “Haven’t scared you off, have I?”

You brought a hand to the back of his neck and laced your fingers through his bright red hair. You smiled. “Of course not.”

“Good,” he replied cheerily, as if the idea of you two getting married was obvious. “Because I’ve known it for years, you and I. Fred reckons I may have willed this into existence,” He chuckled to himself more so than to you. You didn’t think your heart could pound any faster than it had the other day when he’d kissed you for the first time. You were wildly wrong. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. “You were the one I was meant to find.”

-- -

December 1997

The cobblestone on Diagon Alley was slick with fresh rain. The lights on either side of the street flickered ominously. But there it was, as bright and brilliant as ever, colours in the dismal gray, light in the impending darkness.

“I’m not leaving! I’m giving up the shop and I’m staying here at school, alright? I’m staying with you.”

“No, George, you can’t! You can’t give that up for me. I won’t let you. You’ve worked far too hard for this.”

“I’m not leaving you here! Not with her! She’s torturing students left and right --”

“And I will be okay,” you replied with tears in your eyes. You squeezed his hands tight and his chest was heavy with sobs. “Your plans are bigger than this, and they’re bigger than me.”

It had been almost two years since he’d left on a broomstick, firework dragons swimming through the castle and the sky as he and his brother left their final mark on the Hogwarts grounds.

Almost two years since Umbridge had been replaced by Dumbledore, and the Hogwarts you knew and loved went back to some type of normal, the entire idea of blood status pairs driven into the ground with a stake.

But it had also been almost two years since Muggle-borns were forced into hiding for fear of the impending war.

Two years since you’d seen him. Heard his voice. Felt his touch.

He was crying fully now. “This -- this can’t be it for us.”

Your lip wobbled hearing those heart wrenching words. He’d always been the stronger of you two, comforting you when you cried -- this felt strangely unfamiliar. You didn’t quite fancy being the strong one, but he needed you. “It’s not. It’s not, okay? This is not the end. I promise. But you deserve this, George. You deserve the world. And one day, when this is all over, if I’m still lucky enough -- I’ll find you again. Come hell or high water. You need to follow your dream, okay?”

It wasn’t a breakup, but it sure felt like one.

He pressed his forehead to yours and an involuntary, hoarse cry escaped his lips. “But you’re my dream.”

“George, please --” you stopped yourself. You didn’t finish the words that were rising to your lips. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. You cupped his chin in your hands and peered up at him, your vision blurry. But you could still see his lips were set in a thin, firm line, his jaw was clenched tightly. He was going to leave.

You looked down at the red thread tied loosely around your pinky finger. You followed it with your eyes as it wrapped around street lamps, signs and other shops, before ending up exactly where you’d always known it would when it had first appeared on your finger after you’d graduated school.

93 Diagon Alley.

“My heart will always belong to you, love.”

As you hurried down the street, following your little thread, and the shop came into better view, you could feel the sheer intensity of the anticipation bubbling up inside you.

You pointed your wand ahead, illuminating the dark street and readying yourself for any dementors or Death Eaters that were lurking close by.

But before you reached the doors, someone ran into the middle of the street and stopped short. You lifted your wand higher, ready to hex, until you realized who it was.

George was standing in the middle of the cobblestone, hair in disarray, in his sweater his mum had knitted him every single year. He’d always told you how comforting it felt to wear. You couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped you, for the first time you’d seen him in two years he so very similarly resembled that young, cheeky boy you’d teased your first Christmas at Hogwarts for the socks he’d knitted on his own to match the gift from his mother.

He said your name in a whisper, but in your ears it sounded like a booming shout -- like all the world could hear it, if they were listening.

And you noticed your little thread, stretching along the street, ending in a tiny knot on his own hand.

You wanted to tell him that you were here to find him, and that you’d been able to escape the hiding you were under, due to being a Muggle-born. You wanted to tell him that you hadn’t once stopped thinking about him since you’d last seen him all those years ago and that when you’d finally seen that thread, you were convinced it led here -- you’d just never been able to act on it. You wanted to tell him that you prayed for him every single night.

But all that escaped your mouth was another nervous laugh before you were running and slipping along the street before winding up in a bone crushing embrace you were bound to feel the effects of tomorrow.

He wanted to tell you that he’d never met anyone as selfless as you, how equally excited and heartbroken he was when you’d told him to leave and charge forward. He wanted to tell you that he’d been spending every single day waiting for news, any news at all that Muggle-borns were no longer in hiding. He wanted to tell you that he’d had enough, and he was coming to find you just as he stumbled before you on this little street. He wanted to tell you that he’d never once stopped loving you.

But instead all he could do was kiss you fiercely and brush the tears away that were escaping your eyes, because that kiss was telling you both everything you needed to know -- all of those unspoken words, all of those bottled up feelings, all of the unwavering love you’d carried in your hearts for one another throughout all of the moments that kept you apart.

And then he was kneeling before you, raindrops dripping down from his hair and onto his face and neck, and he was saying the things you’d always dreamt of him saying, and he was opening a box with a ring inside that took your breath away, just as his first kiss had.

A familiar ring.

Molly’s ring.

Your breath hitched at the sight of it, and her words from that Christmas echoed in your mind.

Fate will win in the end.

When George placed it on your finger, you both noticed through blurry vision that the thread that had been attached to you both had disappeared into thin air.

You’d found one another again, despite it all, despite the tyrants and the war and the rules that were holding both of you hostage.

Because this was the fate you were both destined for. This was the moment. Husband and wife, together or apart.

Fate had won in the end.

Just like Molly had told you.

The fire crackled pleasantly alongside the faint sound of Christmas music. You reached out and traced a finger over his jawline. His words made you feel simultaneously cozy and incredibly nervous. “The one you were meant to find, huh?”

George laughed, probably because of how corny that had sounded. But he didn’t care -- he knew it was true. He’d known it since the day he met you, that fate had brought you together. He breathed in deeply and squeezed your knee. “Yeah, darling, I’ve already planned my whole life with you.”

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okay but imagine hisoka and fem!reader going for an undercover mission, in a ball (well this gives me an excuse for hisoka in a suit with his hair down looking kinda normal yk aaaaa) and he and reader are waltzing across the ballroom, with the mutual pining, the flirting back and forth, constantly one upping each other without making it too crudely sexual while maintaining eye contact no matter what (bonus points if reader doesnt get flustered outwardly) <333

I’m sorry this took so long! Vacation and a few other things happened. I took a little creative liberty with this one I think... Hope you enjoy! 😊

Part 2 is out, link at the bottom :)

I’m getting to the other requests soon!

Song Inspiration: Fire on Fire; Sam Smith

Word Count: 2700

Hisoka x Fem Reader: Fire x Fire

You sigh as you look up at the clock that acts as a guardian for the entry hall you are sitting in. As of now, you’ve been waiting for Hisoka to enter the room for about 45 minutes. You have finished your hair, your makeup, and dressed accordingly, which took a decent amount of time- however, your male counterpart for the evening is still not ready.

“Hisoka… how much longer?!” You call to the upstairs bathroom, and you sigh melodramatically. You’d have thought he was ditching you if it wasn’t in fact a mission that HE himself had invited you to. “We’re going to be late, and that will attract attention!” You groan.

“Speaking of attracting attention…” A smooth, low voice coos from behind you, and you jolt up from your seat on the bottom of the stairs and wheel around. “…You call that undercover?” He says, as his tongue flashes across his bottom lip, a sinful gaze in his golden irises.

~Because I, for one, can’t keep my eyes off of you.~ He refrains from saying that last part.

There Hisoka stands, with a raised eyebrow, admiring you with a smirk as he plays with one of his cufflinks. His pink hair is down, covering his eyes only slightly, but not enough that you can’t see the hungry look in his golden irises. He doesn’t have any makeup on, and he is wearing a clean white suit with a tie and napkin that matches the color of your dress.

Quickly, you close your mouth, fighting to regain your composure and not allow him to see your reaction to his appearance. This mission was going to be hard enough without him distracting you throughout…

Little do you know, Hisoka is currently appraising your appearance as he strolls slowly down the stairs. Your sleek (f/c) dress hugs your curves perfectly, covered in sequins that catch the light of the chandelier at random intervals. Both of your outfits are a bit flamboyant- but honestly, could you expect any less from this efficient duo?

“It’s all about catching them off guard, hiding in plain sight.” You say to him, tipping your chin upward and placing a hand confidently on your hip. “The more attention we attract, the better chance we have of fooling those around us and identifying our target early.” You smirk as you meet his witty remark with your own explanation.

Hisoka lets out a small chuckle before he opens the door for you. “You know as well as I that that logic makes no sense.” He points out with a coy smile.

“Sounds good though, doesn’t it?” You retort, walking past him without so much as a glance.

“As does everything that comes from your lips.” He says it in a deep and yearning tone that catches you by surprise, even for Hisoka.

You fight the urge to tense up- this party hasn’t even begun yet, and Hisoka is already trying to get under your skin as you’d suspected he might. Luckily, you know exactly how to bat him off.

“Hurry up.” You order, completely ignoring him; it was phase one of your plan. Much to your chagrin, this pursuit only excites Hisoka, his eyes twinkling as he watches you get into the limo that will take you to the party.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On your way to the ball, Hisoka watches you silently as you look out the window, the stars flying by as you speed to the event. You don’t even notice, until you feel that familiar bloodlust rising from his direction.

“You’re going to have to control- that – if we are going to stay undercover. We don’t know how many Nen users are going to be here.” You say nonchalantly, looking to him.

In the low light, Hisoka doesn’t speak at first, almost as if you’ve caught him looking when you weren’t supposed to. He notices how well your makeup is done- and how much care you have taken in styling your hair tonight. He loves those golden earrings you are wearing and makes a note to steal them from you later.

You notice his silence. “Hey, Hisok-“

“We are almost there, madam.” The driver tells you, interrupting your snapping to bring the pink haired man’s attention back to you… even though it hasn’t left you he saw you sitting on those stairs.

You thank the man, and you take this opportunity to affix your knife under your dress, rolling the long fabric up to your thigh and strapping it around your leg. You know exactly what this will do to Hisoka; and yet, you do it anyway, deciding to fight fire with fire.

Hisoka’s eyes widen under his bangs, and he stifles a soft moan. He does his best to look away, knowing that, despite this game you two play… he must control himself around you. Because, somewhere deep inside, he is amazed that you even agreed to come with him tonight, and he doesn’t want to scare you off.

Luckily, you are very determined to stay unabashed.

Still, his bloodlust peaks at the sight, and you use this as an opportunity to order him again.

“Nen off. Now.” You demand, dropping your skirt back to its normal position and flashing him a side glance as the limo stops.

“Oh, is that an order?” He questions, kicking an eyebrow and biting the inside of his lip, fully expecting to trip you up. He just can’t help himself. He can’t resist the urge to play this game with you, and is so impressed with the fact that you willingly (and expertly) play it too.

“Absolutely.” You reply without missing a beat. His eyes focus on you, unsure how to take your hot and cold attitude, and your apparent disinterest in his flirtation. Still, he obeys, and clears his throat, exiting the limo and moving to your side to open the door for you.

You get out gracefully, refusing the hand he is holding out to you, which both infuriates and encourages him.

“The target is an older Nen user with blue hair. Rich guy. Tons of ladies. Right?” You whisper to Hisoka, trying to confirm the details so you can begin to scout for your victim. “Conjurer?”

Hisoka doesn’t answer you for a moment, and instead, seems distracted before coming back to his senses.

“Hm? Oh, yes. Conjurer. Those women he hangs with are replicas of the prostitutes he’s said to have murdered. Perhaps talking to them could be our key to finding him.” You weren’t questioning how he knew all of this, but glance at him.

“So you’re going to use this as a speed dating service.” You state, rolling your eyes, though your comment is meant to be more funny than mean. Hisoka, however, looks to you with a confused expression.

“You wound me!” He chuckles in response, dramatically clutching his chest, but taking great care not to reveal the actual hurt underneath. Is that what you saw him as?

There is an awkward silence between the two of you, but as you walk into the entryway of the mansion, you put on your acting expressions and begin to scout out the crowd. There are hundreds of people, live music, drinks, and conversations happening all over the large abode, and in an instant, you feel a bit overwhelmed.

“We should split up.” You suggest. Not that you wanted to leave his side, but wouldn’t it be easier to find the target this way?

Unbeknownst to you, your suggestion slightly upsets Hisoka. He had hoped you would stay together, but he doesn’t protest; he nods, and you two go your separate ways. However, you find yourself glancing in his direction as he slips through the crowd, a pang of guilt stabbing your heart.

~~~~~~~~~

An hour or so later, you have still had no luck locating this bastard, and have decided to stop at the bar for a drink. You know that you’re supposed to be working, but how can you relax at all without a break? You order a drink from the bartender, and promptly begin to down it, leaning on the bar and analyzing the crowd. You can’t help but think of Hisoka, and how handsome he looked in his proper outfit which was so different than what you normally saw him in.

Often, you wondered if his flirtation was just that and nothing else; or whether there could be a chance that he feels morefor you. There were times when he could be so caring toward you… but he did have the tendency to be fickle and dishonest with his emotions.

As much as you hated to admit it… you felt morefor him. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, you liked that about him. You had the ability to see through his apathetic exterior to the human underneath. You didn’t know whether that made you a hopeless romantic, or just plain crazy.

Suddenly, you see a flash of pink hair in the far distance, breaking your fantasy. It is Hisoka, shining like a diamond just next to the dance floor. A wave of relief washes over you briefly, and you set down your drink to make your way toward him, quicker than you’d imagined.

However, the sight you see there before you made your stomach flip, and you question the flirtation you’d just fantasized about. Through the crowd of people, you can see Hisoka talking to a bunch of nicely dressed ladies, a drink perched in his hand like he was some aristocrat. They seem to be laughing at just about everything he said, and one of them has the audacity to playfully touch his lapel, which set you off.

Now you were disobeying your own advice as your bloodlust piqued. Your fists clench and you begin to trudge toward the large magician, who doesn’t seem to notice your presence. That could not be more false, however, and he smirks to himself as he feels your approach, parting the crowd and traversing the ballroom dance floor.

Your high heels, however, have another idea: to ruin your night.

Your heel twists, and you trip over your own feet, a few people gasping as your body flies toward the floor. However, your momentum is stopped by the stern body of your audacious savior.

Hisoka pulls your arm past his neck, his strong arm wrapping around your waist and holding you flush against his body. A few of the people clap at the display, the women especially noting how dashing this charismatic man is, and how lucky the woman in his arms must be.

Obviously, they didn’t know the real Hisoka…

“If you wanted to dance, you could have just asked.” Hisoka notes softly, with a hubristic undertone. The way he holds you, however, is soft and careful, his fingers spread along your waist as he pulls you to your feet. You scoff, and look away, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away from his pleasing embrace. Still, you’re mad at him, and you don’t show your flustered expression outwardly.

Without your permission, Hisoka begins to move your body in tandem with his, guiding your hips to the beat of the new song playing in the ballroom.

“You look angry, (Y/N).” He notices your expression and rigidity but doesn’t stop moving his feet. It’s a rather timid tune at first, however, at the bridge of the song the tempo began to pick up, and you easily accommodated. You two begin to tango across the floor, much to the delight of the people watching your display in awe.

“We’re supposed to be working, and you’re over there flirting.” You scold yourself inwardly as you realize he’s going to have a heyday roasting your obvious jealousy.

“Ah, and you were working at the bar when you were sipping your cocktail?” He retorts fluently, surprising you. He has been watching you this whole time and was perfectly willing to never let you know it!

Hisoka whips his hair out of his eyes, his bangs parting just long enough to reveal to you a flash of his enchanted yellow eyes. Somehow, that hungry, almost pleading look behind his irises melts away your fear that he doesn’t feel anything for you. And from that moment on, you can’t break eye contact with him, as if he’s holding you under some sort of spell.

~God, that was hot.~ You think, but you are determined to keep your cool and not show all your cards, so you shoot him an equally suggestive look that makes his blood boil. Your eyes make him go crazy. He can’t take that look in your eyes, the way you encapsulate your emotions within them makes Hisoka lose his breath and feel a little weak in the knees (not something he’s used to). Both of you are too caught up in each other to realize how much you are both leaking bloodlust.

“Jealousy looks good on you.” He smirks, twirling your body around him, and catching you in his arms.

“Hm.” You smile, beginning to have fun with this performance. “I look good on you, wouldn’t you say?” You retort boldly, not expecting Hisoka to take it quite so seriously. His smile fades, and as you twirl back to him, the song dies down, and Hisoka bends you over his knee, hanging your body in his balance.

His gilded eyes have never looked more intense and sincere. Your comment seems to have uprooted his act, and his forehead presses to yours as it seems he is devouring your soul with his eyes.

“I couldn’t agree more, y/n.” He breathes against your lips at the closing note of the ballad, hoping that you’ll confirm his hopes and take the leap of faith he needs you to in that moment.

Your heart begins to skip beats, and you can’t hold your act any longer. Your cheeks are painted with a deep red shade, and your neck begins to crane. Somehow, on the fly, you are unsure. What would all of this lead to?

Your thoughts of leaving Hisoka hanging are interrupted by the annoying screech of one of the women from before, spewing a slurred, “Way to go, Mr. Horatio!”

Horrible fake name aside, this makes your jealousy skyrocket as you realize she’s talking about your white knight.

You turn back to him with the fire of Hell in your eyes, and meld your lips with Hisoka’s with such ferocity that it takes him off guard, and for a moment he is completely star struck. The taste of your lips ignites such a passion within him that his hand moves to your hair, tilting your head back with a gentle tug to allow him better access to your sensitive parts. His obsession for you is on full display, and he doesn’t care who sees it.

As you break for air, his lips move excitably to your neck, the both of you completely forgetting that you are in the middle of a mission and a whole crowd of people. Neither of you seem to care, and if Hisoka has his way you’ll end this party with a bang.

The guards have a different plan.

“The Magician! I’d recognize that Bloodlust anywhere!” Someone shouts, sending a force of guards your way. Hisoka can’t help but smirk in that general direction, and without a thought, he unleashes the full weight of his bloodlust, and scoops you into his arms protectively. “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome, darling. Let’s head out.” He purrs. Somehow, even being chased by a force of guards, which he could easily annihilate, he is as enticing with his voice as ever. You have not the power nor will to disobey that honey-like, nuanced voice that turns your resolve to ash. Instead, you are content with the view of his hair flying in the wind as he gracefully bursts out of the mansion, running with you in his arms.

You’re completely enthralled with him, and he knows it; he feels the same about you. But as the house vanishes from your sight, your eyes widen as you remember one key detail.

“Hisoka… WE DIDN’T KILL THE TARGET!” You panic, as he slows; you’re far enough away to be safe now.

Hisoka chuckles warmly, which confuses you.

“Not to worry, y/n. I killed him days ago.” He says matter-of-factly, anticipating your reaction at hearing that the party was completely unnecessary. “My place?” He skips past it like it’s a minor detail.

Your body tenses.

“Hold on…YOU WHAT?!”

~FIN~

…I could see a very NSFW Part Two for this... -///-

Part two is here!!

https://xhisokas-harleyx.tumblr.com/post/660568203654774784/in-x-this-x-moment-hisoka-x-reader-pt2-to-fire

I loved this prompt. So cute. Hope you all liked it! <3