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Chapter 8: What Took You So Long

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Finding forever took forever. Now it’s time to slow it down.

Word Count: 3,414

Content/Warnings: moderate alcohol consumption, mildly negative self-talk, looking back on the past, poking fun, mild swears, entirely too much affection, learning to cook, mild allusions to adult fun times, pet name usage

A/N: hehehe, the thought of grocery shopping with a SO has been eating me up recently. Also, a good friend of mine thinks I’m becoming disillusioned to what real-life romance is like. Oops

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Below is the song which inspired this chapter. Talk about sappy.

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You and Ari were grocery shopping when it hit him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. A part of him had known the whole time, but this moment had really made it click.

You weren’t even looking at him, your eyes instead favoring the rows of produce, mentioning facts about how to determine when each fruit or vegetable was ripe. It was beautifully mundane, it was you sharing a little more of yourself and your wide breadth of knowledge he could never get over, and it was everything he ever wanted to love for the rest of time.

He was in awe of the way you moved through the aisles, your natural understanding of everything a person could possibly need, and how well you knew his preferences.

You pulled out spices, describing the dishes that utilize them. You explained the importance of salt, but not too much, and why a person could possibly need more than one kind. You walked him through different ways to make a balanced meal. The entire time, he was enthralled. He was completely taken by you and hung on to every word like it would save his life. Well, it sort of already did.

The two of you went to the checkout counter with your full cart, Ari pushing it as you began to load the items onto the belt.

Ari helped the cashier bag them up, and before he could even think to pull out his wallet, you’d already swiped your card. Ari cocked his head to the side, his long hair that peeked out from under his hat swaying. The ball cap looked so funny in juxtaposition to his ranger uniform, which he still wore as a product of you picking him up from work. His eyebrow raised as if to say ‘seriously?’

You smiled and shrugged as you took the receipt, skipping off in front of him as he pushed the cart out of the store and to your SUV. You slowed to allow him to catch up.

“You know I could’ve gotten that. These groceries are for my house, after all.” You laughed before reaching the car and pressing the button for the lift gate.

As the trunk began to open, Ari parked the cart and you felt arms wrap around you from behind. His beard bristled against your neck as he nestled in with his chin on your shoulder and kissed your cheek.

A soft smile remained on your face. “Consider it a gift. Welcome to independence, and official adulthood.”

He laughed into your hair. “Well it hardly counts as independence if you just took care of me. Swooping down to save the day again like the Angel you are. If you’re not careful, people are gonna think you’re my sugar mommy. Then I’m definitely not independent or much of a full-on grown-up.”

You rolled your eyes before turning around to start placing the bags into the trunk, keeping your head down doing your best to hide your blush at what Ari just said. You loved that he thought the world of you, and loving Ari like that was easy. Now, in terms of the sugar mommy comment, you both knew your job paid better, but neither had an issue with it, so any time it came up, he loved to joke like that, despite him having some savings from living so modestly.

Once you finished loading, you looked up into his sparkling eyes, creased with the smile he always wore when around you, finally replying. “I’ll give you sugar, you just have to wait until we’re home for it.”

You winked before giving him a chaste kiss, far too short for his liking, closing the trunk, and hopping up into the driver’s side, leaving Ari to return the cart.

When Ari returned to you, you started the car towards his cabin. You drove with one hand on the wheel, the other holding his over the center console. His thumb absent-mindedly stroked the back of your hand as Ari looked out the window, thinking about how he was going to pick out a ring.

Ari was finally losing his bachelor fridge. Gone were the days of it only housing lunch meat and beer.

You had just helped him finish putting away the new haul as he had gotten changed out of his uniform. Everything had a place and he had never seen the cabinets so full. You had a methodical system he really appreciated.

Ari’s hands were on your hips as he was about to set you on the counter before you stopped him, placing a hand on his chest.

“Wait, stop.”

He looked at you confused.

You removed your hand from his chest and held a pointer finger up. “One more thing. Gimme a sec. I left it in the car.”

You dipped under his arm that had you barricaded against the counter, running towards the front door and slipping on the first pair of shoes you saw, Ari’s massive boots clopping as you ran on the driveway. You opened up the back door of your car, looking under the seat to pull out a small package wrapped in brown paper and a twine bow.

You ran back in to where Ari was still standing there with his mouth agape, one hand on the countertop, the other on his hip. You cautiously crept towards him with the package tucked behind your back.

His face morphed into a suspicious smile. “Whatcha got there, Duchess?”

You giggled, toes meeting his as you looked up at his towering form. He made a move to reach behind your back before you quickly slid out of his reach.

“Ah ah ah, surprises are meant to be given, not stolen, ya little klepto. Now close your eyes.”

Ari’s head fell forward with a sigh before looking back at you through his eyelashes. “Fine.”

His eyelids fluttered shut as he held out his hands and you pulled the small package out from behind your back, carefully placing it.

“Okay, open.” Ari looked down at the brown paper intently.

“What is it? What’s the occasion? You already bought my groceries.”

He set it on the counter before propping you up onto the island like he had tried to before. You shrugged, your hands gripping the edge as your feet swung.

“Open it. I know we didn’t really discuss gifts or anything, but happy one year of me almost hitting you with my car.”

He laughed, picking it up again and untying the twine. “The first or second time?”

He knew which time. It was the first one. He marked the day as soon as he’d gotten home from your first coffee shop date, counting back the days to that fateful run-in on the mountain pass.

You kicked his thigh lightly before silently urging him to tear open the paper. It revealed a small cookbook.

“‘Cooking for Two?’ What-“ His eyes grew wide. “You’re not…” he looked around before ducking his head slightly and whispering. “Pregnant…are you?”

You shoved him back. “What!? No. No!”

You shook your head frantically. “Absolutely not. That is not what this means.”

The two of you were more than careful enough to make sure that didn’t happen—at least not right now. You’d made sure to find the right birth control and Ari took proper precautions on his end, as well.

You laughed uncomfortably before going silent. Ari let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, okay, that’s good- I mean, not that I wouldn’t….like, well, kids….um.”

You calmed him, placing both hands on his shoulders. “I-I get it trust me. I want kids, too someday, just not right now. It’s okay, we’re on the same page about that.”

He nodded and placed his head on your shoulder as your hand moved to stroke his hair.

“Thank you for understanding me. Where have you been all my life?” Seriously, he couldn’t believe that heaven ever let him find you.

You placed a kiss on his temple. “I was getting prepared to meet you.”

You leaned back to catch his gaze. “Now let me explain. This book, which is most definitely not a pregnancy cookbook, is because I’m hoping to start spending more dinners here now that you’re all stocked. As much as I love cooking for you, I think it’s important we both know how.”

You gestured your head to the single book that sat on the shelf in the corner of his kitchen. “Plus, I think you’ve earned an addition to the collection. You’ve graduated on to the next best thing. The pizza incident is a thing of the past.”

He shook his head reminiscing on the memory. “It’s not my fault you distracted me.”

You looked at him with feigned shock and disbelief as he leaned in for a kiss. “But as my present to you, let me cook you dinner?”

You nodded, leaning in to meet him. The kiss was soft and slow before it became needier. Ari tried pulling you close, his one arm falling from your waist down to your hip, the other still holding the book, before you placed your hand on his chest again, pushing him away.

“Nice try, Bear, but I’m starving. As much as I wanted to see where that kiss went, I want food more. Chop chop.”

You grabbed the other end of the book still sitting in your lap and gently raised it, pushing it towards his face and turning him towards the stove.

“You pick out a recipe while I get some drinks started for us. Sound good?”

As much as Ari would’ve grumbled at anyone else, he was happy to oblige you, flipping through the pages as you pulled out two glasses and began pouring.

Ari was so happy with the way you took over his space. Everywhere he looked, he saw you. Every room in the small shack had been filled with laughs and memories that filled his chest with warmth. Gone were the days that pained him to even look at the walls as the darkness seeped in. All that existed was light. It shined off of you and stayed reflecting off every surface, leaving an imprint of contentment in Ari’s brain, even when you weren’t here.

Ari leaned back against the counter next to the stove, arms crossed as he simply watched you. Over the period of him preparing the meal that was nearly finished, you had changed into one of his old wildlife conservation hoodies he’d gotten from working a fundraiser.

You danced without a care in the world, swaying with your arms above your head to the music you had blasting through the small cabin. Your one hand held your second cocktail of the evening.

As much as Ari hated to, he had to pull his gaze off you for a second to check the roast on the stove. When he opened the pot lid, you caught a whiff of the truly delectable scent. The sweetness of carrots swirled with the seasoning blend over the braised beef.

You set your glass down on the island, dancing over to him and stepping up behind the wall of a man. No spanks in the kitchen was a long-standing rule, which was a shame for the sweatpants he was wearing, but nothing was ever contested about hugs.

Your arms snaked around his waist and up under the front of his shirt as you rested your cheek between his shoulder blades. You could feel the ripple of each muscle as his arms expertly maneuvered and he breathed steadily, it was like marble that moved. Yet, there was a softness to it, maybe from the sensation of the chest hair under your fingertips, maybe from the smell of the fabric softener he used. There was always a softness to Ari, especially around you.

He hummed, reaching to pull low-rimmed bowls down from the cabinet, serving up the meal and setting it aside before running his hands up his shirt to meet yours. He turned around and pulled your hands between the two of you, placing a kiss on each hand, right on the ring finger. Starting forever was at the forefront of his mind, unbeknownst to you.

“Ready to eat?”

You nodded with wide eyes, grabbing silverware and dancing over to the dining room as Ari followed with your meals, dancing along.

As the sun fell, you and Ari were still sitting at his dining room table. His small work-provided cabin didn’t offer much room to move around, but there was just enough for the two of you and you didn’t mind being cozy.

You were putting together a puzzle under the warm lighting, newly donned fuzzy socks on your feet that he’d tucked away as a surprise for this very special day, finally giving them to you after dinner.

The two of you moved quickly, but not hastily, as you passed Ari the outline pieces and you worked to piece together the internal scenery. Your movements were paired with witty banter and discussions about past lives. No matter how much time you spent together, you could never learn enough. You wanted to know everything.

“So that was the spring break I spent doing cleanup work for a tornado. It’s not like I had any plans otherwise besides going home, but my mom understood it was what I needed to do.”

Ari nodded along. He enjoyed learning about the road you took that led your hearts to each other. All the things you did with your hours and your minutes. Seriously, what didn’t you do? Even now you were constantly on the move, filling your schedule with valuable, enriching things. You chased your dreams even if they took you far away from your hometown. At least, that was how he saw it. How could you always find the time to be with him? To dedicate to him when you had so many other things on your plate?

He didn’t want to question it too much, though, for fear that you’d catch on and think he didn’t live up to how amazing you were. But Ari thought to himself more, realizing the good he really had done. What took him so long? Where had this version of him been all his life? You had awoken it in him. You had pushed him to become a better version of himself.

He was roused from his thoughts by your question. “So what about you? Ever do anything fun for spring break in college?”

Ari’s eyebrows rose as he thought back to it. He hadn’t finished college and it honestly seemed like a lifetime ago. He blew out a breath and leaned back in his chair.

“Well, I only had two spring breaks. I remember going down to Daytona beach with some buddies of mine, getting drunk on Coronas and them all being drunk on love with whoever they met down there.”

You took a sip of your drink, nodding as you swallowed. “Sounds about normal. I bet you were a charmer back in the day, too. Sometimes I wish we’d met then.”

Ari shook his head vigorously at that, taking the drink from your hands and finishing it down. “Ehhhh…I’m not so sure about that. I do not think you would’ve liked to have met me then. I probably wasn’t deserving to be in your arms.”

Your brows pinched together as you took the drink back, going to Ari’s fridge and getting a fresh round of beer, hunching over to reach the shelf. “I don’t agree that you weren’t deserving. Sure, we lived different lives, but you were still you.”

Ari thanked you as you placed the new bottle in his hand, taking your seat again and shuffling the puzzle pieces.

“I mean, Bear, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who actually cares about being a ranger as much as you do. You go to all those little conferences and retreats and trainings and actually enjoy them. That’s not just a trait that develops overnight. It’s character.”

Ari blushed. Not even the cold beer was enough to counteract the warmth in his cheeks that came around when you said little things like that. When he could see how much of the little things you noticed. When you saw him.

He scoffed and tried to brush it off, though. As much as he loved to hear your praise, he respectfully disagreed with your assessment of his college self. Sure, if it had been up to him then, he would’ve been ecstatic to meet you a lot sooner, but God knew what he was doing making Ari wait all this time.

“Nah, I was a bit of a punk. And I wasn’t ready then to meet someone like you, but I think I’m ready now.” It was true. Right when Ari met you was when his world started spinning, but he wouldn’t have been able to handle it as the immature, reckless, and restless young delinquent he was.

“I definitely wasn’t doing humanitarian work like you. Trust me, Duchess, if you would’ve seen me…let’s just say…I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten the opportunity like now to kiss you every morning with the sunshine. I would’ve blown it pretty early on.”

You shrugged and continued to snap pieces into place with one hand while the other reached for his, pulling it to your lips for a kiss. “Agree to disagree.”

The puzzle was shaping up now, as you worked to slide your solved chunks in towards the middle with Ari. Only a few pieces were left to be placed.

Ari continued to work on the task at hand, but it took a back seat in his mind to the main show that was you. Sure, he loved little activities, but mostly, he just loved you and the time you could spend together. He’d do anything if it meant just stealing another moment.

As you were close to finishing, there were two spots open, but only one puzzle piece left. You stood up, looking on your seat, spinning around to check the floor, and even peeking under the mostly-solved puzzle with no luck.

“Bear, stand up. Do you see the last piece anywhere? Can you please help me find it?”

He stood up and cleared his throat. “Sure thing. It’s gotta be here somewhere. This was a new set. Couldn’t have gone far.”

The two of you looked over every nearby surface, Ari even checking the fridge to see if you’d tracked it into there somehow, and to get himself another drink after looking for the piece at the bottom of his bottle.

Somehow this hunt had turned into a dance, though. Or…more of a hobble?, as Ari had wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you from behind and resting his head over one shoulder, taking big, goofy, swaying steps with you.

He lived for this. Really. Where had you been all his life? This night was another quotidian moment he wanted to bask in. He felt like it had taken him forever to find the one he wanted to spend forever with, but now that he did, he just wanted time to slow down. He wanted to drag out this night just a little bit longer.

You turned around in his hold, hands rubbing his chest and abs over the old hoodie he wore. Your nails raked up and down, sending tingles to the firm muscles under the plush fabric. Ari held you close, large hands splayed against your lower back. As your hand brushed over the pocket in his sweatshirt, you felt something small and flat with sharp edges.

“Hm, that’s suspicious.” Your head tilted as you looked up at the tree of a man, a sly smile on his face, looking back down at you.

“Oh, Angel, I’m just excited to see you.”

Without breaking eye contact, you reached into the pocket, finding exactly what you’d expected, mouth open in a small gasp of fake shock.

“As much as you wish it were, not everything is about your dick, Levinson.”

You winked and leaned up to kiss his cheek. Ari simply gave a shrug as you shimmied out of his hold and back over to the table, sliding the final puzzle piece into place. This was a mimetic moment for him; a visual representation of what you’d done in his life, and he planned to never let you go.

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Bonus A/N: Bro, a lil sap who thinks the world of me? That’s all I want. Fr Fr.

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@guardians-of-dreams Malachi@Silas The Jirachi looked at the Zorvul a slight concern on his face, “You look a bit hurt, I don’t mind giving you a bit of a heal pulse, but I’m not going to do it without permission,” he offered, “I don’t want to overstep any boundaries…” while he definitely seemed nice, but he also seemed a bit cautious

Silas quietly stared at the blood, he seemed... almost Indifferent to the fact he was injured, as if he didn't notice it in the first place. He showed no surprise, only taking a moment to recompose himself before he began his act once again.

The Zoroark grumbled dramatically, shaking the blood away. "Well, at least someone respects me around here. Congrats on being the only person on this stupid planet to care about "boundaries" with me. So, you want some kind of fuckin' reward? Brownie points perhaps? My undying gratitude? What will it be? Hm?" He scoffed. "Besides."

Silas's tone was uncaring, however, his gaze was nervously trained on the Jirachi, almost if he was scared they were going to be put off by his remarks. His words clearly did not match his wants at the moment. He gave some unintelligible spiel about pitying him before he let out an annoyed huff.

Silas sure as hell wasn't the type of person to openly admit when he wanted help, and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon. The best he could do was make a backhanded remark about it and hope the person he was talking to took his vague hint. Though this was likely the vaguest hint known to man sprinkled in with a side of unwanted attitude.

For a moment a sort of sadness return to his expression once he realized the position he was potentially putting himself in.

Though it didn't last long as his attitude came back in full force. Of course he had to bring in the dramatics eventually, this was Silas after all. It wouldn't be him without a side of drama.

"Put myself in a hole! Might as well make it my home at this point!" His tone was cheerful and fake. "Oh, Just wait yet, this is my redemption arc now! I repent for my unforgivable sins. All that murder? All those deaths? It was just a ruse for my pain and heartache. Obviously." For some reason there was a disgusting truth to his word. "Why don't I just do it in full force? Hm? Spill my guts."

"Oh, I can't wait to be loved and adored by the masses. Maybe North will finally fulfil her life goals and save me from my dark ways! Return me to that disgusting loving and stupid little fox I was!" "Always ready to please at a whim. Trying to make everyone love him in hopes of just a measly scrap of positive attention!"

"I'm not a fuckin' moron anymore." He huffed, "I actually grew a spine and decided to stop being everyone's cute little lapdog." His rant seemed to finally end as he gave a sigh, "As if you'd actually want to help me of your own free will. Doubt it. People ain't nice in this life. They just want something from me every single fuckin' time. You're probably that type of deity that's thinks I'm indebted to them for a merciful glance my way. Hm?"

→ Silas seems skeptical about Malachi's offer, though he's not denying it by any means. It's best to be careful with your words if your determined to continue.

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Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

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warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, barista!hyunjin x cam girl!reader, mutual masturbation, cum eating, oral (f receiving), faking orgasms, nonsexual showering together hehehe, lmk if I missed anything

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Fuck self control. Fuck whoever’s watching. Fuck him, and fuck him hard, you’ll do it on camera…

…Is what would’ve happened if your entire livelihood wasn’t excitedly tuning in to watch you masturbate.

It was difficult to watch him touch himself to you while not being able to so much as say his name when you wanted to so badly. All you wanted was to fall to your knees and suckle his leaking cock like it was a sweet treat, make him whimper and cry and beg you to let him cum until there isn’t anything left in his body. Only then would you climb up his body and ride him until he’s a subby ball of overstimulation and dry orgasms. That’s the fantasy.

“Fuck– wait, I’m gonna cum–”

“Have I kept you waiting long?”

A rather loud slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the bed in the background made your body jolt, you obviously had to peek a glance to make sure Hyunjin was okay. And he definitely was.

Both of his hands clasped over his mouth to repress the loud strings of moans turned into muffled heavy breathing and cum shooting from his tip to leave ribbons of white decorating his chest and abdomen. Hyunjin couldn’t keep his hips from rutting into the air as he fought the urge to sob out. 

What a good boy, you wanted to say, but returned your attention to the floods of comments pouring in.

“Sorry, I just got a new pet! He might make some noise, I’m still house training him. So don’t mind the disruptions! How are you today?” You leaned your elbows into the desk and intentionally squished your bra clad breasts together. There was a small grunt that caught your attention, stealing another glance at the boy who struggled to keep a lid on his excitement. Hyunjin had let his hands fall to the bed while he attempted to regain his composure, cum dripping down the sides of his body and cock still twitching, untouched.

Back to work.

“Oh, hard day? I’m sorry to hear that… I hope what I’ve got planned will make it all better, even just for a little while. I wanna get right to it, ‘m so excited!” Times like this, you were glad the camera didn’t show your face, you caught quick looks of Hyunjin sitting up onto his elbow, reaching for his dick again, determination on his face and clearly nowhere near finished.

“We’re taking things old fashioned today. Just me, you,” you wiggled your fingers beside your chest, “and the pretty manicure mister callingherdaddy helped me pick out. I do like purple, even got a set to match because you’ve been so generous. Thank you, sir.”

The comments scrolled faster than you could read, so you didn’t bother for the moment being. Instead, you took your time to pull your hair up, keeping it off your shoulders so that the camera wouldn’t pick up you looking in Hyunjin’s flustered direction. He watched your every movement like a hawk and you were the bunny, waiting for the moment you gave him the chance to swoop in, claws first.

Gently, slowly you ran your hands across your puffed chest, tugging the bra straps to drape off your shoulders as you leaned back in the chair. Hyunjin sucked in a deep breath and lightly massaged the area around his still hard cock at the possibility that you could take a good while, while he could take a good thirty seconds to blow again. But you didn’t really have the patience. It felt like an honor that he’d been so vulnerable with you. Though, maybe that was pushing it considering he’s still a man. Men think with their dicks, and he was certainly using every brain cell he had.

“I’m feeling a little needy. It won’t bother you if I get straight to it, will you?” Hyunjin held your stare with confidence, this time you truly were talking to him. He shook his head, no. “Good. Don’t mind if I help myself, then.”

You were so eager. Eager and wet. Sopping. Before taking off the panties, you hiked your knees onto the edge of the table and pressed your fingers to the darkened gusset. The wetness gushed outwards from the point of pressure and the both of you could hear the lewd slick sloshing between your folds. Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back again for a second as his head fell to the side, pretty lips parting for a heavy sigh. 

That fucking look in his eye, like he was ready to spring up and devour you at any given moment. You wanted him to and it was so difficult to resist. The pinging of the tips going off made you check the screen and slide the panties off but leaving it hanging off your ankle.

“Sorry, lovely, I can’t wait. Feel like I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The shy giggle you let out made Hyunjin smile too, a shit-eating smirk that made you wanna tie him to the bed posts naked and leave him there all night.

As soon as your fingers made contact with your puffy clit a horny moan pushed past your lips. It was hardly any pressure aside from the intense eye contact Hyunjin wouldn’t dare let die down. His hand dwindled higher to grab the base of his cock, stroking just the shortest bit to tease himself. It wasn’t the fact that you were touching yourself that got you so worked up, it was him. The pretty face that couldn’t break away from yours because he was hanging on every word you said.

Your fingers moved a little faster to rub the bundle of nerves in tight circles, perfect pressure to make your eyes flutter. “This is already too much for me. Ha, isn’t that funny? Fuck– feels so good. Just missing– mm– one thing. One big thing.” You gestured with your eyes down to his cock and watched as his entire body tensed up, hand slapping over his mouth again to conceal a groan.

Hyunjin’s body felt on fire, like the cum leaking from him was made of molten lava and it burned in the best way possible. He loved the way your hole clenched the quicker you circled your fingers, how your toes would curl when you pushed harder, the slow rakes of your gaze up and down his lean body, how you’d linger a little longer on the way his hand wrapped around his cock like you were memorizing the way he liked to be touched. It was because you were, still jotting down mental notes of every nook and cranny of his body because you wanted to know it like you knew your own. Don’t tell him that, though.

“Look at that,” you pried your hand away to spread your fingers to show the camera the stickiness between them. Hyunjin couldn’t see it very well, but when you brought your fingers to your mouth and moaned, he got the idea and jerked his cock a little faster. “Mmm, would you taste me? I know you’d be so good with your tongue.

“I don’t think I’ll last long, lovely. It’s so hard to hold back when I think of you.”

Hyunjin matched your now frenzying speed, fucking his hand tighter when you switched hands rubbing at your clit to slide them down to your hole. Oh, you were glistening all over, sweating under the mutual heat both you and the barista were giving off. His wrist occasionally twisted while you attempted to curl your fingers at the right angle, but as well as you knew your body, you knew you’d never be able to reach unless you suddenly learned the secrets of a contortionist within the next few seconds.

Aching limbs, pussy growing more and more used to the ministrations the longer your orgasm refused to come to light, you were ready to fake one just to give your wrist and cunt a break. Even Hyunjin could see the slight difficulty, but wasn’t really sure of why. You’d seemed perfectly fine on your own during all those other live streams where you weren’t using a toy. But when he thought a little harder, the only time there wasn’t an extra source of stimulus, be it that a grinder, vibrator, dildo, there was always an extra set of hands. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, any person you’d collaborate with for the time being. You called it an “old fashioned” type of stream tonight, but didn’t think it entirely through.

Because you were really struggling, as in to the point where your eyebrows were furrowing and biting your bottom lip to hide the desperate whimpers that hinted to your viewers that you weren’t truly as close as you said you were.

He was right there. He was so close, pretty lips plumped ready to be used and big hands fisting his cock instead of being around your neck. How come this was suddenly an issue? Now that he’s here and you can’t have him, you can’t cum?

As you could see him visibly getting nearer to his end, you mouthed, “come here,” looked at the spot next to your desk and out of view of the camera for him to stand. Hyunjin rushed to the spot and tried to keep the sloshing, slick sounds of his jerking as quiet as possible. You could smell him, his musky scent and hint of coffee grounds that made your mind numb. The atmosphere rose a few degrees as the sweat dripped down his temple and onto his reddening chest. Fuck, everything about him made you want to cut the stream short, end it right here and blame it on a power outage or something, make up an excuse just because you wanted him so fucking badly.

It’s a problem, one that got you so frustrated that you did fake an orgasm, the whole shebang. Your body convulsed, you clamped your pussy around your fingers and let out a moan that seemed maybe a little too forced. But you didn’t care. The orgasm that was on the tip of your tongue could wait the few seconds it took to say your parting words. With Hyunjin at your side, you slipped your hand off to the side to rake your nails down his thigh, feeling him shudder beneath the touch.

“Told you, I couldn’t wait, he he he. ‘M sorry for ending things a little early today. I think that new pet of mine is very eager to play. I promise, we’ll have more fun next time. See you soon, lovely.” You took your hand from Hyunjin to do your sign off and click the ending button. As soon as you did, he rumbled a moan you could tell he’d been dying to let out.

You spun in your chair to face him entirely and spread your legs again. Just as you did, his fist sped up, no longer caring about the noise he made. Rubbing at your clit was his last straw, looking up at him with those desperate, watery eyes.

“Cum, baby. I need you.” The breathy whine, you almost begging him, Hyunjin panicked for a second until you gestured at your cunt, “but if you make a mess, you clean it up, pet.”

He didn’t hesitate even after knowing the consequences. But to Hyunjin, getting to lick his cum off your pussy was definitely not a consequence he’d ever complain about. “Ah– shit, gonna cum– fuck, you’re so pretty. Such a pretty pussy, oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Within the few inches closer he came, he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and initially missed the first rope or two of cum and splattered it over your thighs, the rest then spreading between your folds with every rub of your fingers on your clit, making even more of a mess than necessary. It was so warm and slippery, your eyes fluttered for a second at the sensation. But you wanted more, too needy to even think about what could come from this.

Before Hyunjin had entirely come down, you reached up to push him down by the shoulders, bringing him to his knees with his face in front of your puffy cunt. He was ready to go to town, but still waited for you to tell him that it was okay. And at just a nod and a small moan, he dove in, licking his seed off your pussy like frosting on a cake. He didn’t know he could taste so sweet when your juices mixed with his.

And dear fucking god, how warm you were. He wasn’t sure where he wanted to start and just sort of went in everywhere. Fat tongue licking stripes up and down and covering every inch he possibly could, messily lathering your bundle of nerves in his saliva just to make it sound sloppier when he finally suctioned it between his lips. He was a master at that, you knew his lips wouldn’t fail to make your legs shake. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair, but even that felt like crossing a line.

Was there really a line, though, now that his head was between your legs? It didn’t matter right now, he was doing too good of a job for you to worry about the after part.

Hyunjin slurped and suckled on you until you were moaning out for him, gripping at the armrests of your desk chair and borderline screaming because he was just what you needed. He looked up at you between breaths, smiling into your pussy while softly palming at his cock again. Taking a second for you to gather yourself, he licked up the leftover cum that covered your thighs, gently kissing his way back to where you wanted him.

Even if it was only a few seconds he’d pulled away, you whined when his lips connected to you again. It felt like a broken powerline, the electricity that coursed through you when he buried his face in your warmest parts.

As he sucked in, the tip of his tongue wiggled softly over your clit, and that strange, wonderful feeling made your hands shoot out to grab onto his hair, gripping onto it so tightly that the brief idea it might rip out did cross your mind. Just for a split second, though, because he didn’t stop even as you tugged him in closer, as close as physically possible without your bodies somehow miraculously phasing into one another.

“Fuck, fuck fuck– don’t stop, baby. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He hummed in acknowledgement, and that little detail is what sent you flying over the handlebars and face first into the pavement for your orgasm to clean sweep through your body. The heat overtook every one of your nerves to make you unsure of whether or not you were completely silent in bliss or screaming at the top of your lungs from the intense euphoria.

Has it always been like that? Were your orgasms always that… vivid? If that’s even the right word for it. Part of you didn’t want to let him go even after the high subsided, content with just running your fingers through his hair. Hyunjin didn’t seem to mind, he was mindlessly kitten licking the rest of his cum off the parts of you he’d missed, head contently laid in the crook of your pelvis. As your heart rate slowed, you tapped the top of his head gently so you could look at him properly.

The bottom half of his face was glistening in juices, yours, his, probably mostly yours. But also, his cheeks were a bright red to match the tops of his ears, and his gaze was no longer carnal but plainly tender, stars and warm pink mood lights making him sparkle. Kindly, you leaned forward to take his chin in your hand and swipe the lingering fluids from his lips and Hyunjin smiled.

“Did so good,” you cooed. He leaned his head into your palm. “Wanna, maybe, shower?”

“Mhm.”

You helped him to stand up and guide him into the bathroom to start the water. He was shaky without your being there to stabilize him, probably more sensitive than he was letting on. When you turned to leave, he reached out for your arm. “Just getting us some towels,” Hyunjin nodded and awkwardly waited in the middle of the bathroom until you returned. His face lit up seeing the multiple towels in your hand.

“You’re coming in with me?”

“Of course,” setting them down and opening the shower door for him to enter. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t?”

Your apartment only had one bathroom, all of the stuff in here was yours. Your soap, your shampoo, all of your hair masks and body exfoliators, it was just you. Prospectively, Hyunjin knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up about this, about you helping him. You were just doing a service. But then again, you also contradicted yourself. He hadn’t prepared to touch you today, let alone even come into your apartment. This was unfamiliar territory. Does he thank you? Does he kiss you? God, he wants to kiss you. Does he ask what you are now?

You maneuvered him under the water first, gently tilting his head back to let the stream soak his hair. It ran down his cheeks, down his chest and body as his eyes quietly closed under the warmth of the water and your hands. Your touch was feather light, he might’ve thought he was daydreaming if you weren’t softly instructing him when you wanted him to move. Even that put him into such a dream-like, hazy state. If this was all that was to come from meeting you, he wouldn’t mind. 

The lather of the shampoo filled his nostrils to make him open his eyes, seeing you bubbling it between your hands. Hyunjin’s only thought in his head was how beautiful you were, skin damp and wet, rosy cheeks, so domestic and loving. He didn’t notice the small grin playing along his lips when you reached up to massage the shampoo into his hair. You smiled back, though. Just briefly, but he saw it. Warmth filled his chest and pushed his head harder into your hands. “Smells good,” he murmured.

“Do you like orange blossoms?”

“Is that what it is?” He didn’t care enough to look away from your face.

“Mhm.” You were finished with the task much sooner than he wanted. Just as you were about to reach for the body wash, he put his hands on your shoulders to switch places. You stood under the water with a confused expression. “You don’t have to do that,” you said softly while he grabbed the shampoo bottle.

“I want to.”

His attempt at washing your hair was nowhere near as tranquil for you as it was for him. He did his best, but didn’t put enough shampoo in his hands and had to keep going back for more, dropping the bottle a few times. It made you laugh, your sweet giggles making his embarrassment worth it. When he tried to help you rinse it out, he forgot to put his hand on your forehead to keep the suds from getting into your eyes, embarrassment rushing immediately back. Even then, you laughed and smiled and went along with the domestic role playing for as long as he wanted.

It made his heart flutter the most as it was time to cleanse his body. Your hands running up and down, feeling him everywhere, even the most intimate of places. You asked him if it was okay first before traversing further south. Honestly, he didn’t mind you touching him there, even if he was flaccid. For some reason, he trusted you. The way you spoke before about intimacy and human connections made every minute detail feel larger than it was. Like he was connected to a set of strings, being pulled in any direction you wanted and manipulating his every move, he didn’t care, not when it was you controlling him this way. Hyunjin was ready to do anything you asked. He wasn’t even thinking about sex as your fingers grazed his soft cock to get to his thighs. Not so much as a twitch when you looked down at his private area to make sure you rinsed everything thoroughly. That’s not because he suddenly wasn’t attracted to you, but because he was so fucking attracted to you that he didn’t feel the need to think about sex every second he was with you to maintain that attraction. It was a rare emotion to feel, and desperately held onto it.

For you, you were masking the little pang of hurt when there was no physical reaction to being in the shower with you. He didn’t so much as try to kiss you, didn’t try to touch you other than shampooing your hair and hardly laying a finger on you to soap.

It was the post nut clarity. It happens every time. Why did you think he’d be any different? There was one thing all men wanted. He got it, on to the next.

Men are selfish. Which is why he jumped at the opportunity to leave after the two of you were done cleaning up. It went similar to your usual interaction with male partners;

“Did you want to stay the night? In case you’re too tired?”

“No, no, I should get home. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

He changed, took one of your offered snacks for the road, and left.

And you weren’t planning to ever show your face in that coffee shop ever again.

Hyunjin was skipping home after leaving your place. He had a plan to get you to want to see him again. The only reason you didn’t take him up on your offer of staying the night was because he didn’t want you to think he wanted to go further. He’d snuck one of the other specially doodle cardboard cup sleeves he kept in his apron onto your cam desk with his phone number written on it, also a sweet message that would hopefully make you smile.

He’d fought the urge to kiss you all night, really kiss you. Not the “I wanna stick my dick in you,” kind of kiss, but the “I wanna make you breakfast in the morning and lend you my sweaters so they smell like you,” kind of kiss. All he thought about the whole walk home was just that, he was literally skipping down the sidewalk.

When he came home his roommates asked why he was so late and why he looked so disgustingly happy. Glowing was how Seungmin put it. Hyunjin was absolutely glowing.

But that glow faded over the next few days when you didn’t call him. You didn’t come into the coffee shop. You were still doing your usual streams, and that stung a little, seeing you but not seeing you. He should’ve asked for your phone number instead of leaving his. God, that was so fucking stupid of him to do.

Maybe he misread the entire situation. You got yours, he got his, there was no reason for you to ever speak again. That had to have been the reason you never reached out. And it fucking sucked. He hated it. He had a taste of you– literally tasted you– and was forced to quit you dead cold. It was miserable. He was miserable. The strings were cut and he was a lifeless piece of hollowed out wood. He tipped you during your streams just like before, he knew you knew it was him, but you slowly stopped acknowledging it. Hyunjin didn’t quit, he kept telling you how much he wanted you in the only way he knew how. Until you told him you didn’t want him, he was going to try.

Then Seungmin, ever the big brained menace he is, suggested that he should just stop by your place. Seungmin didn’t know details, he didn’t know who you were or what your job was, just that his roommate was sulking over a girl that was purposefully ignoring him. Hyunjin’s roommate didn’t think the barista would take it literally.

After Hyunjin got off work the next day, he made your favorite drink and even used one of his weekly free bakery items to bring as an extra apology gift. He picked up some flowers from a nearby floral shop, had them write your name in that pretty cursive and it even made the worker blush. They told him, “whoever these are for must either be very special or about to get a hefty apology.”

Hyunjin answered, “both.”

He wasn’t even sure if you’d be home, it wasn’t one of your streaming nights. Still, he hoped and prayed that you were. Hyunjin hesitated to knock, he hadn’t seen you in person in a week and felt the anxiety bubbling in his belly. But he missed you, more than he’d ever missed anyone. If he felt like this now, what was he to do if you were home and rejected him a second time? He doesn’t know if he could handle that.

Still, he found the courage to knock, barely audible but loud enough that you came to the door. Hyunjin stood up straighter, took a deep breath, and waited for the door to swing open. But it didn’t. Did you trip and fall? Did you need help? He swears that it was your footsteps he heard coming.

He stood in waiting, returning to holding his breath after knocking one more time. Nothing came. 

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dreamy sigh……Artem Wing coming home on Valentine’s to see you in his kitchen in an apron, and only some flimsy red lingerie underneath and a pile of homemade chocolate covered strawberries on the counter. What would he do first? eat a strawberry from your fingers? kiss away the chocolate that splattered across your chest? or maybe he’s just so needy that he takes you right there on the counter hehe ♥️♥️♥️

grayyyy please i love you and this was just so. so. good.💕 your brain is wonferdul & i am obsessed & am also so sorry it took me forever to answer this BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT & DECIDED WE COULD HAVE IT ALL heheh

chocolate strawberries

artem wing x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, white day fic, food play a little, finger sucking, kitchen sex

your quiet footsteps move along with the melody playing from the bluetooth speaker as you make your way back from the stove to the counter with a bowl of warm chocolate in your hands. the scent of coca filled the kitchen but it wasn’t unusual for the senior attorneys to smell amazing. the flooring under your feet cools your toes but you hardly notice the chill when the rest of your body is as warm despite how little you were wearing at the moment.

your nipples were hard and perked enough to easily be seen even through the lingerie that swayed against your body and the apron that artem usually wore while he cooked for the both of you. he had purchased you your own, and it was hanging in its usual place on a hook right next to his behind the door to the pantry, cute and practical but tonight, after he had given you so many lovely things for valentines day, you were eager to gift him every little thing you could and you knew how much he loved seeing you in his clothing. 

each time you moved, grabbing a clean strawberry from the fridge and dipping it into the creamy chocolate before plating it, careless to how messy your body became in the process, the fabric rubbed against your chest and had the heat pooling between your legs spreading throughout your whole body.

and you felt your body burst with even more intense heat when you heard him call your name, his voice filled with love and sweet ignorance as to what was awaiting him when he finally made his way to the kitchen. you didn’t answer and instead continued with your task, quietly singing along to the song still playing in the background. you heard his steps, felt your heart beat with anticipation at every step that drew nearer to you until they stopped completely, all too soon.

turning, you smile coyly with a bite of your bottom lip but feel your breath stall at the sight of those azure eyes that looked as though they were oceans deep and right now were just as likely to devour you if you dare get lost in them. but with artem, dare you would, for in those endless depths was unparalleled love and the heart of a man determined to show just how so very madly in love with you he was, how lucky he was to be with someone as wonderful and beautiful as you.

“art-” you try to speak his name but there isn’t a moment to get it out before you can only whimper inherently when his lips crash into yours and his fingers are getting lost in your hair as he pulls you flush against him with his other hand at your lower back. he’s still wearing most of his suit, having only shed his jacket and the fine clothes wrinkled under your bodies, his tie clip slipping from where it normally rested perfectly, his hardening cock tightening his slacks but artem didn’t seem to care, not even of the chocolate that was surely now staining the white of his shirt.

you can feel the heaving of his chest against your own and the rapid thump of his heart under your palms that cling to him for purchase. their grip only grows when his strong hands travel down your body to your thighs, addicted to how soft both your skin and the lingerie is, and he lifts you around his waist, his hard dick pressing against your inner thigh for the few steps he takes until your butt meets the counter next to the plate of chocolate dipping strawberries.

his lips never part from yours even when you both feel like you’re barely breathing. each kiss deep and passionate, the tips of your tongues touching and the taste of chocolate from your tongue melting against his taste buds. it’s only when he’s untied the apron and needs to lift it off of you that he pulls away with glossy lips and pink cheeks.

as if you are in much better shape. and just how aroused you are becomes more evident when he removes the apron and sees your lovely figure that lay beneath. adorned in delicate lace and sheer, your breasts heaving with droplets of chocolate clinging to supple skin, the fabric between your legs soaked and looking as delicious as the strawberries you so sweetly prepared for him. he watched the way it dampened more the longer he looked at you and couldn’t help but reach out to run his finger along your clothed cunt, slow and fleeting but still enough to have you writhing against him.

“happy white day love,” you say quietly, the moan you tried to swallow slipping past your lips when he yet again presses his long fingers against your sex that was aching so badly for him, squeezing around nothing, desperate for him. 

it was impossible to even attempt to catch your breath under his loving and lust filled gaze or the way he touched you. it was overwhelming, the way it made you feel and the way his woodsy scent enveloped the world around you but even if you wanted to shy away, it was just as captivating. you could hardly even look away when you reach for the treat you had made, the juicy strawberry cool against your burning fingers. 

“you never told me what you wanted,” you hum with a sweet smile and bring it to his lips, your heart beating wildly at the sight of his thick flashes fluttering closed and his delectable lips being coated in the same juice that drips down your finger and palm, little pieces of chocolate crumbling as he takes a bite. neither of you care to catch it and it drops onto your exposed legs. “i hope thi-”

your words are cut off at the feeling of his fingers wrapping around your wrist and with bated breath you feel the last of the thin barrier holding back your need for him crumble as his eyes open and he takes the strawberry from you with his other hand, sliding your sticky fingers into his mouth. 

with the way his tongue ran between your fingers before giving them a slow suck, your legs shook, your core pooled with desire and the whimper you let out made him groan deep, his hips bucking against any part of you he could reach. slipping your fingers from his hot mouth with a pop, he brings both of his hands up to cradle your face and slowly leans in.

“you are all i want, dove,” he confesses, his breath fanning against your cheek, the truth of his words shining behind his lovely eyes.

“artem~”

he finally closes the distance between you. kiss after kiss his hands reach for you more, deeper into your hair, down your back, under your lingerie to feel all of you, grabbing the squishy flesh of your ass, toying with your hard nipples but he never attempts to take it off of you. all the while your fingers eagerly claw at the buttons of his shirt until his toned chest is exposed and don’t hesitate to reach for his belt, his impressive length straining beneath the fabric of his now chocolate stained pants.

your mouth waters at the sight of his flushed tip leaking pre cum from the moment it’s removed from into confines, even though you haven’t touched him much at all but you knew he wasn’t going to give you the option to taste him, not in the position he had you in, not when his version of a gift would be your cum on his tongue and not vise versa. he assists you with discarding the rest of his clothes, forgotten on the kitchen floor but right now nothing mattered to him other than you, his hands instantly returning to your soft skin once he was naked and hovering above you.

his blue eyes fell a shade deeper at the feeling of your hand around his length, pumping up and down slowly, your thumb smearing droplets of sticky white from the tip. he groans and you scoot closer, his arms holding you steady so you could rest on the edge of the counter and bring his cock to where you needed him most. you were so wet, you had been from the moment you put on your outfit and made your way down the stairs into the kitchen. you didn’t need him to prepare you and you so desperately wanted to feel all of him now. 

either he knew how much you wanted him or he needed you all the same but you didn’t need to ask for him to push the flimsy fabric of your panties to the side so you could line him up with your fluttering hole. he takes your hand away from his cock then, guiding it to rest around his shoulders for stability so he could easily lean in and litter kisses to your chest, poking out his tongue to lick the mess of chocolate you had made on yourself as he slowly sank into you, the call your name seeping into your skin with nearly every thrust of his deep, steady pace.

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You Sacrifice Yourself for Them Part 2/3

Part 1 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, & Warrior x GN Reader

Requested by anonymous: HIIIII OMG I JUST WANRED TO SAY i lovelovrloveloveeeee the way you write so much!!!!!!! ur recent loz post had me kicking and squealing in my sear hehehe T_T could i request a scenario with the chain in a situation where the reader sacrifices themselves to protect the boys? im imagining things begging the enemy to take them instead, protecting them from a hit or even something funny like taking the blame for a mistake they made!!! id love to see some angst from you!!!!! THANK U AND HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!!!💖💖💖💖

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A surprise attack - that's what had awaited the group. They had their guards only slightly down, still keeping an ear for danger, yet that didn't do much to protect them from the onslaught of monsters who soon surrounded everybody faster than anyone could draw their swords.

It wasn't a huge deal at first, at least for ten seasoned heroes. They've been in troubling situations before, both during their own journeys and when together, so they all know how this sort of thing works, in fact some were even having fun with it, making a competition out of how many enemies they could each take down. Then everything went south - fast, too.

That troublesome lizard the Chain has been tracking for weeks - or has it been months now? - appeared without a sound onto the battlefield, going successfully unnoticed amongst the chaos as he creeped through the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike. Everyone had gotten pretty spread out from each other, pushed apart by their enemies not that they took the time to notice nor worry. This meant the lizard could've realistically chosen anyone as his victim, it was dumb luck that his eyes landed upon Four who was finally beginning to break a sweat as he tried to one-up a Moblin.

Maybe a second passed between that Moblin disappearing into purple smoke and a blur entering his vision. All Four knew for certain was that he just barely blocked the lizard's sword which had been swung his way with such force that it knocked him off his feet. He's been knocked down before, though, and planned to fight without hesitation until -

"- GET AWAY FROM HIM!" It was you. Four didn't even realize you were so close and before he could object, you were engaged in your own little battle with that lizard, successfully drawing its attention away from your downed friend, however your efforts were not without cost. 

You got hurt. Bad, too (although Four would say any injury is horrid if felt upon your skin). You were thrown to the ground just like he had, the difference being you weren't as fortunate as to block the lizard's sword, rather taking a direct hit which sent you crumbling to your knees. Any other day, Four would've been amazed by your determination when you still tried to stand your ground with a wobble, but it was no time to be in awe of your skill. He doesn't doubt that if it wasn't for Warrior and Twilight taking on the lizard next, you wouldn't have won that battle you so desperately fought.

Now Four feels as if his breath is caught in his throat while he stands by, helplessly watching as Hyrule heals you. You're in better spirits than he thinks you should be, awake and alert, but winching in hissed breaths whenever moving too quickly. He can't help feeling responsible for this, cursing himself for not having seen that lizard earlier. If he had, he would've been able to hold his own ground better, giving you no reason as to rush in so suddenly. Of course, you have a different outlook on the situation:

"I hope you aren't kicking yourself too hard over there, Smithy," It's like you can read his mind - or perhaps you can just read his facial expression. You raise an eyebrow at him almost teasingly as if your tunic isn't stained in your own blood, "I was the one who decided to jump in, you didn't ask me to - and I'd do it again if it means you're safe, just so you know."

Four huffs from where he sits mere inches away from you. Simply happy to see you alive, he didn't have time to care about the fact that he’s been holding your hand nonstop since first getting you out of the fray which had been a good ten minutes ago, "Shouldn't I be the one saying that, not the other way around? What is this, the second time you've saved my butt?"

"I don't think you almost falling off a stool counts," You argue, but after a moment of thought, you give his hand a squeeze, your voice a bashful whisper, "...And who says we can't both say it, hmm? Both be willingly to protect each other with our lives?"

"Because then it would be contradictory - If I'm willing to die for you and you're willing to die for me, then we'd both die" 

"At least we'll still be together.”

Four frowns, but to your surprise, he proposes no argument. He instead nods eventually, squeezing your hand back as he looks off across camp in silent thought, “...I guess that’s logical. I’d just prefer we stay together in life, though.”

"You guys are sappy as hell."

"Shut up Legend."

You've had a well deserved afternoon of peace - at least the best you can probably wish for given the circumstances. You don't necessarily have a lot of scented soaps on hand or even access to a proper bath for that matter, and despite being near a town, you’ve been rationing your rupees since it’s slim pickings collecting them from only monster drops and those clay pots everyone fights over. Still, you did manage to sneak away from all the boys for some time alone, soaking in one of the nice little hot springs found around Death Mountain.

Still patting your hair with your now damp towel, you wander back into camp with dreams of a pleasant meal to finish your day with, after all this is Wild's universe, so you would think he'd know the area well enough to bless you all with something wonderful made from nearby resources. With this said, you're pretty surprised when your nose scrunches up in disgust upon a disastrous smell filling your nostrils. 

It doesn't take long to notice the source, having to push through a few bodies to discover what everyone is glaring at: a pot of bubbling soup of a color you hadn't realized could even exist...and a texture you wish you didn't know existed.

"What happened?" You whisper to Legend who's closest to you. He shrugs as if this sight isn't all that bad, although you're certain he's already thought of some excuse that can get him out of eating tonight.

"Hyrule messed with Wild's cooking again."

"How? Wild's been watching him like a hawk since the last time."

"He wasn't here. He came down to the shops to get some things and when we all walked back together, we found the food like this."

Oh yeah. You remember now. Having overlooked an ingredient for his soup, Wild decided to run down to Goron Town where the others had already gone for a quick supply run and to question locals about weird portals. Soon after he left, the Traveler promised to watch over camp while you went to check out the hot springs as you’ve been dying to do. During your excitement, it failed to cross your mind that he’d be left unattended with Wild’s half-finished food.

"What did you add?" Wild has a hand on his hip, the other holding a ladle that's pointed directly towards Hyrule's chest accusingly as the poor boy sinks into himself, trying to stumble out a response. 

This is far from the first time he’s messed with cooking despite everyone agreeing he should be banned from so much as touching a spoon, yet you can’t help feeling bad for the hero regardless of his bad habit in not keeping his curiosity under control. Hyrule did help you today. If it wasn’t for his kind offer to watch over camp on his own, you would’ve had to put off visiting the hot springs until the others camp back, drastically lowering your chances of being able to sneak away for some alone time. 

“I’m the one messed with the soup,” All eyes are suddenly on you, not a single one looking convinced, but you continue anyways, “You said that you thought it needed ‘a little something more’, so I figured I’d try to help with that. I didn’t expect my additions to cause such -...mildly repulsive results…I’m sorry, Wild. I’ll remake dinner tonight if you want.”

Wild narrows his eyes, humming in thought for a good few seconds before announcing, “I don’t believe you! But…”

He then turns on his heel, dramatically dipping his ladle into the soup. The quote-on-quote ‘liquid’ doesn’t drip back into the pot once he brings up a ladle-full, instead sticking to the utensil before flopping into the soup with a heavy ‘splash’, “...I might be able to fix it if I add more broth - but this is the last warning I’m going to give: the next time anyone tampers with my cooking, I’ll only be making food with a jar of goron spice added in from then on, you hear?!”

Everyone is quick to agree, although Hyrule shows some brief hesitation until you elbow him roughly in the side. At that point, he eagerly nods, giving Wild a little piece of mind as he tries to figure out how to fix this dinner ‘you’ve’ so cruelly ruined.

“...Thank you for that,” Hyrule whispers to you, bashfully joining you beside fire as you lean back and shrug casually, “I really owe you this time.”

“Eh, don’t mention it. I already owed you for allowing me a nice break,” You nod your head towards the path that leads to the hot springs before peeking open an eye and glaring at him, your voice suddenly stern which sends shivers down his spine, “But seriously, dude, do. not. touch. Wild’s cooking again. Forced to eat meals laced with goron spice is where I draw the line in my love towards you.”

“N-Noted.”

No matter how tightly he squeezes his eyes shut, all Warrior can see among the darkness is stars that seem to glow brighter whenever another wave of pain shoots through his nervous system. He'd like to say he's had worse, although this is truly in his top five - maybe even top three. He can't adjust his body without grinding his teeth, yet he tries anyways, digging the end of his sword into the ground and using it as support to get himself up, but each inch he moves is agony to his battered body.

The moblin - if he remembers correctly, it's from Sky's universe - follows the bloody trail that had been left behind after it had previously tossed Warrior, stalking closer to the downed hero who can only curse his luck. Of course something like this happens on his turn to patrol. He shouted for help not long ago, although given the distance he's gone from camp, it's fairly possible no one heard. Even with the moblin raising its spear, he finds himself more concerned with the others than himself, praying to Hylia they don't get ambushed like he had -

"- HEY! OVER HERE YOU OVERGROWN PIG!" The moblin pauses, forced to turn its entire body to see where the voice had come from. This allows Warrior to see around it, spotting you running towards them with your sword drawn. He might've been relieved at this point if not for quickly noticing the fact that you're completely alone.

"N-NO! Don -...DON'T!" Warrior tries his best to stand up and reach for his sword, however he immediately crumbles onto his knees, hissing in pain as his free hand hurries to cover his wounded side. 

You don't listen, although you most likely didn't even hear him, too busy going face-to-face with the moblin. It reacts to your charge by holding its shield out in front of itself, yet you take no issue in running right up it, stepping onto the top edge which you use to kick yourself into the air over the moblin's head. You successfully catch yourself on your feet behind and, before it can recover from this surprise, you attack, hitting the monster as many times as you can manage. 

It cries out and angrily swipes its spear towards you (while Warrior holds his breath in worry), but even then you're faster, swiftly leaping out of harm's way and slicing its side in return. The moblin huffs, raising its spear to throw, however it stalls, eyes rolling back into its head before blood loss finally overcomes it, causing it to crash into the ground with a loud 'THUD'.

"Warrior!" You take no time celebrating your victory, hurrying to your friend where you fall to your knees and immediately begin looking over his injuries. His tunic is soaked in crimson at this point particularly around his side, making it difficult to pinpoint the exact damage. You curse yourself for not having gotten here sooner even though you truly did run as quickly as your feet could carry you after hearing his distressed shouts for aid. Thank Hylia you happened to have been foraging not too far away. If you had stayed in camp with the others, you would've surely lost a beloved member of your group.

"Here. Stay still," You order, reaching into your pocket and uncorking a bottle you kept there. A pink glow is free to flutter out and to your friend, practically dancing over his wounds in careful work that brings instant comfort shown through his sigh.

"...Why'd you do that?" Warrior wonders aloud, earning a confused look from you.

"Would you rather me have dragged you back to camp for Hyrule -?"

"- I mean why did you take on that moblin like that? Alone no less."

You huff, taking offense despite knowing full well that he isn't insulting your skill. He’s just terrible at wording stuff (all Links are), "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your thunder there. I was only thinking it would be better to save your dumb butt than to take my time personally gathering an army to collect your corpse afterwards.”

Warrior clicks his tongue, forcing his eyes away from you, "...I'm thankful, don't get me wrong, but it was still incredibly stupid...You could've gotten just as hurt as me..."

"Hypocrite," You huff under your breath, although he still hears and pouts as a result. Gently, you take his chin, directing him to face you again, "I get that you're a captain and all, thus you feel responsible for protecting others, but there's nothing wrong with admitting defeat and trusting someone else to take charge if necessary. Your ego isn't worth your life, after all, I’ll only mourn one of the two.”

Warrior blushes, trying to look anywhere except your eyes, yet you refuse to let him do so, too amused by his adorable embarrassment to let go of his chin right away.

"I...I suppose you're right."

"I always am."

"...I'll be sure to remember that from here on out."

[divine-knight-hand]

Worshiping the Masterpiece

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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki’s lover finally gains the courage to ask him about his Jotun form. When he lets her see it, she takes the moment as an opportunity to help him do a little confidence building… by kissing… and touching… and praising…

Content Warnings: Sub!Loki (but hints of him being a switch), Soft Dom!Reader, themes of insecurity, [heavy appreciation of] Loki in his Jotun form, handjob in front of a mirror, lots of praise, no oral (but just a little taste of cum!), and explicit consent

Notes: (Prepare for lengthy notes with mushy sentiments! Hehehe!)

Happy birthday, @sarahscribbles!!! I’m still pretty new-ish to this whole tumblr-fanfic-writer thing, and I ended up gravitating to her as one of the blogs I look up to the most (specifically in terms of Loki content). So, happy, happy, happy birthday, Sarah! Remember that your community loves you very much. May you get lots of presents, cake, and Loki love~

This piece was written as a contribution to her Birthday Celebration. I originally started writing using some of the prompts from the original post, but I soon lost motivation, only to remember that I had this idea on repeat in my mind sooooo long ago, and it resurfaced just in time for me to finally put it to paper. So, I didn’t end up using any of the prompts, after all. Maybe someday I’ll finish what I originally started for this challenge and post it anyways. Maybe…

All in all, it was kind of refreshing to be able to write a fic about Loki. I don't really write about him as much as I would like to, so this writing event gave me the perfect motivation to just jump right in. So, without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3,547

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Absolutely not.” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed at my daring request. “I refuse to burden you with that monstrous visage.”

Loki’s response to me asking to view his Jotun form again was that of pure terror. He sat next to me on our shared bed, eyes frantically avoiding mine. He seemed a lot more timid than his usual confident disposition allowed. His hands were folded over his lap, fidgeting out of obvious discomfort at the idea of me seeing him resemble a frost giant.

The first time I saw Loki in his Jotun form, it was an accident. He was taking me on a tour of the castle vault, and all was well until I was left to my own devices. I wandered around the vault, admiring the architecture, as well as the artifacts, when I found myself walking backwards into the stand that held the Casket of Ancient Winters atop it. Loki happened to be in perfect range to step in and catch it as I knocked it off its pedestal, at the cost of revealing his birth form.

Amidst the chaos his panic created, he didn’t notice me watching the way his skin changed, or admiring the raised marks that accompanied its cerulean hue. I knew Loki was born on Jotunheim–and I knew of all the trials and tribulations this fact created throughout his childhood–but I’d never even heard Loki so much as mention the possibility of having another form connected to his Jotun roots. This was new to me. He replaced the Casket and rushed out of the vault before I could even form the words to tell him how beautiful he looked. How odd…

Since that day, I was determined to see him change again. It was like an obsession to me, the way it was constantly on my mind. I had to see Loki’s Jotun form again. I just had to. Now that I’d seen it once, I knew there was a part of him that I wasn’t experiencing all this time. I felt that I was missing out on sharing something important with my lover, and that didn’t sit well with me.

There were times I tried to hint at it subtly, only to get confused and alarmed looks from him in return. I should have expected him to catch on. Nothing flies over the head of the God of Mischief. There wasn’t any point to beating around the bush anymore. I decided to finally outright ask him to change forms, and this was the exact reaction I feared.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” I asserted. “Nothing about you is monstrous. Nothing. Do you honestly think that I could love a monster?” Before he even had the chance to sarcastically respond to my rhetorical question, I beat him to it. “No, because I don’t.” I reached over and grabbed his hands in mine. “I love you, and I want to experience every part of you. Every single one. Because, I want to be able to love every single part of you.”

I could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began to consider the idea. “I don’t believe you understand the true nature of my birth form.”

“Then show me.” I insisted. “Teach me everything I don’t know about you. Please… I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”

“You will regret this, love.” With a defeated sigh, Loki conceded.

He made sure to remove my hands from his before the familiar green flash of his seidr marked his transformation. My breath hitched at the sight of all the changes to his appearance.

His skin turned an icy blue, and his face sported markings in the form of raised lines. His eyes, formerly a similar blue, now watched me intently with a ruby red, awaiting my response.

“Loki,” I breathed, my heart swelling with the joy of finally being able to see him like this again. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He quickly looked away, ashamed. “As sweet as your lies sing to me, please don’t.”

“I would never lie to you.” I leaned in and slowly reached out my hand.

He flinched at first, but allowed me to cup his face, the chill of his skin cooling my hand. “How do you not hate this?”

“I’ve said, already,” I smirked at him. “I love you, and if this is you—which I know it is—then I love this, too.”

“But, I’m a monster…” Loki’s eyes began to glass over with tears, but none dared to spill over his cheeks.

“No, you’re not.” I leaned in until I could feel the chill radiating off of his face against my own. “You were only told that for far too long.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.” He sadly confessed.

My heart shattered for him. It wasn’t fair that he had to face horrible treatment just because of where he came from. Growing up, he was constantly dehumanized by his own father. Politics didn’t exactly allow Asgardians to empathize with Jotuns. Loki didn’t have a clue as to why he was treated so poorly his whole life until his adult years. No wonder he hid himself for so long. He didn’t deserve to live like that. Not at all. I was determined to make sure he would never experience that kind of pain again.

“That’s awful.” I frowned. “I promise you that I’ll make you feel loved, no matter what you look like.” I leaned in and pecked the tip of his nose. “I guarantee it.”

I brought my other hand up to cup the other side of his face before pulling him into a kiss. I felt him tense up for a moment, but a sudden chill on my back accompanied the motion of him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

When he deepened the kiss, it was colder than I expected it to be. Every point of contact I had with him sent a chill into my body, but I wasn’t cold. It was a comfortable chill. It was authentically Loki, and I wanted to explore this as far as I could go.

He pulled me onto him in a straddling position, our bodies crashing together as my hands wandered along the leather covering his back. I wanted to feel all of him. Since he swapped forms, it was like I fell in love all over again, and I was once again kissing him for the first time.

I was ravenous, wanting to touch as much of Loki as I could get my hands on, but I was also careful, fearing what could make him uncomfortable. My worries were put to rest when I felt a light twitch underneath me, and my own ache to have him began to build within me.

As we pulled apart, I left my hands cupped around his face, slowly tracing his markings with my thumbs. He’s just so beautiful~

“My desire for you could drive me to madness, darling.” He breathed, a smile ghosting his lips. “I do hope you’re aware.”

“I am.” I softly giggled.

“That being said, I have to have you, my dear.” His voice deepened to a growl. “Just give me a moment to return to my usual appearance.”

“Wait!” I interjected. “Why can’t I take you like this?”

“Are you off your rocker?!” Loki fired back, terror creeping back into his eyes.

“Maybe I am,” I retorted, “But I know that I want you like this, and you can’t change my mind on that.”

He just stared at me in utter shock, unmoving and unspeaking.

As the silence hung between us, an idea slowly crept into my mind. “There’s actually something I’d like to try, if you don’t mind.”

Loki let out a deep sigh, the shock in his expression lessening.“If you’re absolutely sure you want this, then I’ll be at your mercy. But, the moment something happens to you-”

“It won’t.” I cut in. “Because I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”

Loki frowned in disbelief, muttering, “Your optimism is dangerous.”

I stood up off of the bed, beckoning for him to follow me. “First, I want to see all of you. Would you mind stripping?”

“As you wish.” Loki lowered his head, his seidr removing his clothes with a flash.

I let out a soft gasp out of awe at the view. The icy hue continued from his head to his toes, as did the raised markings in his skin. They decorated his shoulders, chest, legs, and even his-

I felt arousal begin to pool between my thighs at the sight of his ornate length. “Loki…”

He looked back up at me, clearly anxious for my response. “Is this what you wanted?”

I quickly approached him and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him again. “It’s everything and more.” Loki’s cheeks blushed a light purple as I took him by the hand and led him across the bedroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you with everything I have, just as I’ve always done.” He responded, and I just knew he was being genuine. I could almost feel it emanating from his words.

“Kneel, my love.” I softly commanded.

Loki knelt in front me, exactly where I placed him. I smiled warmly down at him, stroking his cheek before moving to sit right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the mirror.

I looked over his reflection, my eyes lingering at how he instinctively spread his thighs as he sat on his heels, allowing his semi-erect cock to hang in the middle of the sinful display. He was almost ready, and fully accessible to me. I felt my ache for him thrumming between my thighs, but I quickly refocused on my mission when I noticed that he refused to meet his reflection’s gaze, instead looking away from me and the mirror entirely.

“Look, Loki.” I lightly coaxed his face back towards the mirror by his chin. “Look at how beautiful you really are.” I dropped my other hand near his inner thigh. “May I?”

“Please,” I could see eagerness flash in his eyes as he glanced at my reflection before looking back at his own.

I began to lightly rub along his thigh, my heart fluttering at his resulting shiver. “I want you to see how perfect you are as you’re overcome with pleasure.” His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered again, and I paused my motions. “Watch.” I reminded him.

His eyes flew open at my command. “Yes, of course.”

“Yes, what?” I felt a proud smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Yes, mistress.” He corrected himself.

“There’s my sweet prince.” I sighed my praise as I resumed my motion on his thigh, noticing the twitch of his cock at my words. I began kissing him messily along his neck as my hand continued to tease him. When I brought my free hand up to trace the marks on his chest, I noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.

“M- Mistress, please…” He let out a low moan. “Please, I need more…” A bead of precum gathered at the tip of his fully grown erection, which now began to shine with a deep blush of purple, similar to that of his cheeks.

I moved from his neck to whisper in his ear, “If you want it, then you’ll have it.” I stroked his face with my free hand. “A work of art like you deserves to be worshiped and praised.” I lightly nipped his ear. “And I’ve been blessed with the privilege to make sure that you are. Now, sit tight, my prince.”

I rose to my feet and moved, swift as the wind, to our dresser for lubricant to cover my hand with before returning to my original place with Loki in front of the mirror. “Tonight, I plan on fucking you with my hand, leaving your whole body on display for the both of us. I want you to see that you are no monster. You’re a masterpiece, and deserve to be treated as such.” I gave his shoulder a light squeeze with my free hand. “If you wish to stop at any time, you can always use our safe word. You remember it, don’t you?”

“I do.” His words were just above a whisper.

“Very good.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Then let’s begin.” I started to slowly stroke his cock with my lubricated hand, earning another shudder, accompanied by a contented sigh, from him. “I just have one rule for you…” Loki turned his head to look at me with curiosity before I softly turned it back to the mirror with my free hand. “You have to watch the whole time.”

“Ah- Mmm…” He let out a clipped moan before responding. “Yes, mistress.”

“Very good.” I slowly stroked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip before swirling my thumb in small circles on the head and stroking back to the base. Each time I teased the head, a small growl emanated from the back of his throat, only to crescendo into another moan when I stroked back down to the base.

I felt each of his markings against my hand with every stroke, and I wondered for a moment how they would feel against my inner walls. I felt arousal thrumming between my thighs again. Focus, damnit!

But, focusing was difficult. No matter how I looked at Loki, my eyes always returned to his elaborately decorated cock. It was as if I walked into an opulent dining room, only to end up staring at the shiny centerpiece all throughout dinner. It was the center of attention in an already artistic scene. I struggled to find the perfect words to convey these thoughts, so I kept my praise simple.

“You have such a pretty cock~” My words were a sultry whisper against his skin, accompanied by the kisses that I peppered along his jaw. “I can’t wait to pleasure it in every way I know how. Would you like that, my prince?”

“Y- Mmm… Yes, mistress.” Loki struggled to respond between moans.

“I would like that, too.” I peeked up at the mirror to make sure that he was still looking. He was. How obedient~

Not only was I filled with the pride of seeing him willing to do as he was told, but I also noticed the way his chest moved with each heavy breath he took, which it typically did when I dominated him. His breathing would grow labored as I teased him before he finally found the words—or word fragments—to beg me for more.

His hair also didn’t change. It tumbled down his angular face in its usual raven locks, the smallest of curls lying slick against his forehead as a sheen of sweat glued them there.

And just under it were his eyes. Though they shone a bright red, his pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving a sliver of red around the edges. Save for their usual blue color, his eyes looked exactly the same as they usually did. It was comforting to see that even though he changed, there were familiar parts of him to remind me that he was still my Loki.

Although, change is nice~ I thought as I allowed my free hand to roam his chest again, tracing the markings until I approached his hips. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, still keeping pace on his cock with my lubricated hand. His eyes were lidded as he quickly neared an ecstasy-born stupor. He used one of his hands to steady himself on the ground as the other wound into his hair, ruffling it with each pass he made with his fingers.

“Yes, I would love to please you.” I continued my earlier thought. “To worship you like the god you are. You deserve that. You deserve to have someone willing to offer you their service. Even as your mistress, I wish to satisfy you.” I sped up the pace of my hand on his cock, and a whimper escaped his throat. “You look so regal, my love. Do you see it? Do you see how, even as you sit bare in front of me, you still look elegant enough to sit upon the Asgardian throne?”

“N- no, mistress…” Loki’s voice cracked as he let out another moan.

“Hm. That’s unfortunate.” I mused. “Maybe someday I should suck you off as you’re seated upon it. I’m sure that would help you see what I see.”

Loki bucked his hips into my hand. “M- mistress…” His voice curled into a light sound that almost resembled a whimper. “Feels good… Feels so- Mmm… good…”

“It’s about time you felt something other than pain while showing this part of who you are.” I trailed kissed back up his neck to his ear before whispering, “You’re still watching?” I glanced at the mirror to see him still looking, just as I’d asked him to. “That’s my sweet prince. I’m so glad you’re heeding my directions tonight. This is all for you, after all.”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure before they shot back open as he remembered my command. “M- Mistress…?”

“Yes, my love?” I felt a small surge of concern rush through me. “Is something wrong?”

The soft whine he let out clued me in to what was happening before he even responded. “I- I’m close… Mmm- May I cum? …Please?” His last plea was no more than a breathy whisper. He needed this. Desperately. And who would I be to deprive him of it?

“Cum for me, my prince.” I purred. “You’ve been so good tonight. You deserve to. Come on, show me how your pretty cock looks when it’s dripping with cum.”

“Ohhh, mistress… Ah-” Loki practically screamed my name as his eyes rolled back, ropes of cum painting his thigh in a milky white.

I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched in my hand, spilling his seed. Every time I thought he’d finished, he’d release what seemed to be another load with a roaring moan and a full-body shiver. I just kept stroking his cock while softly kissing along his neck and praising him until the last of it slowly dripped out over my fingers and he was left panting.

“That’s it, my prince.” I sighed against his neck. “You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” I finally let go of his cock and brought my hand to my mouth to slowly lick the cum off of my fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so good~”

“Mmm, darling,” Loki’s voice wavered as he took on a cautionary tone. “If you carry on like that, I just might grow hard again.”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take care of you again.” I playfully walked my now clean fingers up his shoulder. “And again… and again… and again…”

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled softly as our eyes moved back to the mirror in front of us.

I looked him over again, my eyes lingering over each part of him, almost as if my brain could take a snapshot his beauty. His hair was thoroughly ruffled, sweat shone on each curve of his skin, and his cock hung limply between his thighs once again, having spent its cum onto one of them. I watched as it began to slide down his thigh, following the raised markings before nearing the floor.

“You truly admire this, don’t you?” Loki’s question interrupted my thoughts.

“I do.” I answered without hesitation. “And I won’t be satisfied until you do, too.”

“You stubborn woman.” Loki lightly chuckled. “I will say, if this is the treatment my Jotun form entitles me to, then maybe it’s a sight I could get used to.”

I couldn’t keep back the cheesy grin my mouth curved into. “I’ll take it.” I crawled around him to sit between him and the mirror, holding my hands out to him.

He smirked and took my hands in his. “I feel compelled to thank you.”

I cocked my head in curiosity. “Hm? What for?”

He leaned closer to me, and I leaned in to meet him in the middle, electricity crackling in the air between us. “For loving the ugliest parts of me, and cherishing the things that I’ve only ever frowned upon.”

“Oh, Loki,” I squeezed his hand. “You take yourself too seriously. As soon as you stop criticizing yourself, I know you’ll lead a happier life.” I brought the same hand up to my lips to brush a soft kiss onto it. “Now, come on. You must be tired. Let me clean you up, and then we can cuddle for the rest of the night.”

“Of course.” Loki’s eyes conveyed a sweet sense of innocence… It was too sweet. He must have had other plans.

My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in towards my ear and whispered. “Though, I believe I still have some dues to pay before we carry on with our night. Don’t you?”

I felt my ache for him quickly returning all at once. “Oh, you-”

Before I could finish my teasing remark, Loki had me trapped in another kiss.

[sacredjake]

For You

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: fluff, cussing

• birthday fic dedicated to @malany-gvf •

happy birthday mal hehehe i’ve been working on this idea for quite some time. i hope you like it, i love you so much <3333

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The emptiness of the bed where your boyfriend usually laid was what woke you. There was no extra weight around your middle where his arm would lay, and you weren’t overly heated like you typically would be with his body pressed to yours either. While you were accustomed to sleeping and waking up alone due to his job constantly taking him on the road, he had been home for the last few weeks. 

Waking up without him was not the new norm. 

Since coming back, you would awake every morning with your legs tangled in his, and his face still nuzzled in your hair. Or your cheek pressed to his chest because he had woken up before you and pulled you into him while you continued to sleep. Waking up today all alone left you settled with an uneasy feeling in your stomach. 

However it didn’t take long for that feeling to drift away completely at the smell and sounds coming from the kitchen. Pans and silverware clanged around softly, and you could barely hear the muttered curses your boyfriend whispered under his breath. You could smell the bacon, and eggs, the scent practically dragging you out of bed. When you made it into the kitchen, the sight before you made your heart squeeze and a silent laugh bubble from your throat. 

The entire kitchen was wrecked. Open packages of bacon, biscuits and gravy were scattered along the counter top. The milk had been abandoned with its lid resting on the other side of the kitchen next to the open carton of eggs and butter, a knife sticking out of the tub. Whisks, measuring cups, bowls, and a various array of cooking utensils were discarded in the sink or left in various other places along the counters. And standing at the stove doing his best to keep up with all the different items he was cooking was your boyfriend, Danny, shirtless with a pair of gray sweats hanging somewhat low on his hips letting the band of his boxers peak out. 

He was so preoccupied with trying not to burn anything that he didn’t even hear you walk into the kitchen. When you spoke his name, he nearly jumped out of his skin, yanking the skillet with sizzling bacon closer to him and getting popped viciously by the grease in return. 

“Shit!” 

He pulled his hand back from the pan quickly and inspected where the hot liquid had landed. Once determining he would live, he turned his attention back to the pan in front of him. “Well this is the last time I cook you breakfast.” He chuckled, shooting a teasing smile over his shoulder. You walked closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your cheek against his warm back. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” There was a small giggle that escaped your lips thinking about the way he jumped. His arm rested over top of yours on his waist as he shook his head. 

“The things I do for you.” Even though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the smile in his voice. 

Danny continued to flip and move the bacon around in the pan, stir the scrambled eggs in the other pan, and flip the hashbrowns all with you wrapped around him. He would hum contently to the Carole King album he had on the turntable, the vibrations humming through your body. You hadn’t been pressed together long when the oven beeped loudly just below you. He gently tapped your arm signaling for you to let go and step back so he could take care of whatever was done. When he set the pans down on the counter top your face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. 

“Biscuits and cinnamon rolls?!” Your mouth was watering just looking at them as Danny worked to turn all the burners off and the stove. Once he was sure every fire hazard was dealt with he turned his attention to you. His arms wrapped tightly around your back as he lifted you off the floor with ease.

“Happy birthday, baby.” His smile reached his eyes, the edges crinkling beautifully and threatening to make your heart stop beating entirely. Danny didn’t wait for a response, his lips meeting yours for a gentle kiss. 

He was still holding you in the air with just his arms wrapped around you when he started walking. The backs of your thighs made contact with what you assumed was the cold granite of the island. He set you down on the edge of the marble and pulled his lips from yours, his hands on either side of your thighs. 

“Now, you’re gonna sit here and look pretty while I make our plates.” 

There was no room for protest, a quick peck on the tip of your nose before he turned away to do just what he said. You, however, were quite stubborn. 

“Danny, I can make my o-” 

“While I know you are more than capable of making your own plate, angel,” He turned and looked at you with a pointed, amused look, “Today is your birthday and I’m going to make it for you. Now, how many pieces of bacon would you like?” 

“Three, please.” There was no hiding the love-sick smile plastered to your face. You were so in love with him. 

After breakfast the two of you lounged around the house doing nothing but cuddling on the couch watching your favorite show. It wasn’t until mid-day that either of you really moved from your spots on the couch. 

“I still have another surprise for you, go get dressed.” Danny nudged you with his shoulder that you were leaning against. 

“But I’m so comfy.” You snuggled further into his body in protest. 

“You’ll like this one, I promise. Now go.” He chuckled and gently pushed you off of him. 

When you finished getting dressed and ready to leave Danny was already waiting for you by the door. He had his keys in his hand and was scrolling mindlessly on his phone. At the sound of your footsteps he looked up and gave you his signature crooked smile. 

“Ready to go?”

You nodded your head in response and followed him out the door. The chilly January air blew through the fabric of your sweater making you wrap your arms tightly around your body. Danny took his time walking to the car while you jogged towards the passenger door. The car was already on and warm when you slid into the seat. Danny got in shortly after and gave you a look that said ‘really?’. 

“It’s fuckin cold, Daniel!” You laughed and he shook his head. 

“Oh angel,” he put the car in reverse and started to back out “You would never survive a winter in Michigan.” 

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“Danny just tell me where we’re going!” 

“Uh huh. Just keep your eyes closed and when it’s time you can open them.” 

You huffed in faux annoyance, but did as he said. It wasn’t much longer that you had to sit with your eyes closed. You could hear him put the car in park, and tried your best to wait patiently for the okay to open your eyes. 

“Alright, we’re here. You can open your eyes now.” 

When you finally opened your eyes you knew exactly what his plan had been. He had parked right in front of a Kendra Scott store. You looked at him with giddy excitement and his heart melted. 

“I know you get one for your birthday every year, and when you said you weren’t sure if you’d do it this year I knew I had to intervene.” 

You said nothing in response, unable to form the words. You loved this man so damn much. 

“I figured we could pick it out together. Do you wanna go inside?” 

You nodded your head eagerly. “Mmhmm. Yeah!” 

“Alright well let’s go then.” Danny laughed and unbuckled his seatbelt. You followed his movements and soon you were walking in the store. 

Danny followed you as you made your way to the Color Bar. Together you picked out the Elisa Cat Pendant. Before he started dating you, Danny had been apprehensive about cats in general and you changed his mind. When Danny met your cat, Luna, to say you were nervous was an understatement. Luna really only liked you and barely tolerated other people including your mom and your best friend. But when she met Danny it was like love at first sight. 

The pendant was set with a beautiful blue-green stone that had a smokey look to it. Danny had loved the stone and insisted it would make your eyes pop. 

“Do you wanna wear it out?” The woman behind the Color Bar asked as she made some last few adjustments. 

“Yes, please!” You took the necklace from her along with the box it came in. 

“Here let me see it.” Danny took the necklace from you carefully. “Turn around.” 

You followed his instruction and turned with your back facing him. He swept your hair over your shoulder to move it out of the way. To help him out you gathered the hair he moved and held it further out of the way. Danny brought the necklace in front of your face and closed it around your neck with ease. Once it was finally set you turned back around to face him. 

“Thank you, baby. It’s perfect.” You smiled up at him happily which he reciprocated. 

“Just like you.” He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Happy birthday, angel.” 

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[merakiui]

I *love* the childhood friends trope. What I love even morrree is the step-siblings trope where from the very beginning, you too were wayyy closer than you should have been and nobody realised until it was too late 😭 I loovvee the way you wrote it for Azul, I think it could work really well for rook and epel, like imagine getting into all sorts of mischief with your step-bro and practising your kissing together, but now you're wayyy too old for that and he misses it so much :(( good siblings help eachother, so help him experiment with kissing again, won't you? Why not take it a little further? Youre adults now, so why not practise some more grown up activities heheh. Oh oh oh oh and floyyydddd. Step bro Floyd is a whoooollllee situation on his own.

Omg yes!!! It works really well for Azul because he hardly had any friends when he was little, so he clings to you with all of his eight tentacles. <3 no one thinks anything of it and Mama Ashengrotto is just happy her son is getting along with his step-sibling. But then, years later, everyone who was once :D upon seeing your bond with Azul is now D: after they see you next and you’re so gravid with his clutch. orz

And step-brother Rook oooo!!!! The two of you used to chase each other through the mirror portals into the many spare homes the Hunt family owns. Rook took you hunting sometimes, and you’d play hide-and-seek in the woods. Maybe innocent play-fighting was a little…strange and too intimately physical with Rook, who’d always pretend to be the predator and you’d play the prey. But it’s all in good fun, or so you think the next time he proposes you play hide-and-seek for old time’s sake when the both of you are adults. And maybe it ends with you getting your brains fucked out; who knows~~ :)

Step-brother Epel is a sweetheart! The two of you are naturally close because Harveston doesn’t have many other kids your age, so you do nearly everything together. You’re inseparable! When you were young, your parents bathed you together because it saved water and the fun enjoyment of bath time was much more innocent and lighthearted. But now you’re much older and Epel’s shyly asking if he can take a bath with you. It’s definitely weird, but you’re siblings and so maybe it won’t be all that awkward. But of course it is when both of you have matured so much since you were kids. You and Epel will always be each other’s firsts because there’s no one your age in Harveston who can possibly be your first for anything. So he’s your first kiss and, inevitably, your first fuck. <3

Step-brother Floyd…… wooo you just get him, don’t you? You can read him better than any potential partners ever could and he loves that. You really understand him, but it’s only normal you do because you’ve grown up together. You know all of Floyd’s tells, even the ones he doesn’t realize are tells. Floyd will always be affectionate with everyone, but the affection he shows you is slightly different. He’s possessive, violently so, and hates the idea of others getting too close with you. He’s scared off all your past partners, each one made a terrified ex who never dares come near the Leech residence again. When he was little, he’d confidently declare he would marry you, and everyone would giggle about how cute it was. Now, many years later, he’s still determined to make you his spouse. There’s no one else he’d rather be with. You’re the only one for him. He certainly thinks so when breeding season rears its head and Floyd’s desperate to fill you to the brim and claim you as his forever mate. You’ll understand, won’t you? You’ve always been able to, after all.

[dkakapizzaboy]

Heheh jealous wonwoo in a library

Thank you for the ask Nana💕, sorry it took so long :(

Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem Reader

Category: Suggestive, MINORS DNI

Taglist: @junhui-recs @drunk-on-dk @enhacolor @wonuhour (if you guys don’t want to be tagged in such short drabbles, please lmk 💕)

Wonwoo and you shared a passion for books. Even though you both enjoyed collecting books, you equally enjoyed your trips to the local library. Discovering an unknown book, going through the slightly yellow, aged pages, checking the year it came to life and finding random people’s sometimes bizarre bookmarks inside (see: blood donation card) were probably some of your favourite things about library books.

On this trip however, Wonwoo couldn’t really enjoy any of these beautiful tidbits as his mind and eyes kept coming back to you and some random guy who was trying to chat you up. He saw you, from the autobiography aisle, and since the library was mostly empty, he could somewhat piece together what you and the bozo were whispering about. Apparently, and very luckily, he’d approached you in your favourite corner of the library, the mystery fiction section, feigning ignorance about navigation and authors, asking for recommendations. Wonwoo wouldn’t have been so bothered by it had he not made it glaringly obvious that books were the last thing on his mind as he kept staring at your ass every time you turned to the shelf to pick up and recommend a book.

After trying (and failing) to ignore it, Wonwoo made his way to you, determined to let this person know he stood no chance with you. Wonwoo, by nature, was not a confrontational person. So, he just simply came up next to you and slid his hand in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Hey babe, found a book that you like?” He said, smiling almost condescendingly at the guy next to you.

You answered a surprised yes, a little baffled by his boldness. The guy next to you quickly thanked you for your help and practically ran away as soon as he saw your boyfriend.

Even after the guy had left, Wonwoo didn’t remove his hand from your back pocket, the warmth of his palm and fingers on you right cheek had now started to make you squirm.

The librarian gave the pair of you a stern look while issuing you your books, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment but wonwoo pretended not to notice, his fingers had now slightly curled to fit the curve of your ass better.

As you were walking out, Wonwoo quietly leaned down as he softly pinched your ass over your denims and growled in your ear,

“I know you knew what that guy was doing. Just wait till we get home, I’ll make you forget how to even talk, much less recommend.”

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Alhaitham's weakness

Woop woop some lee Alhaitham bc he's so tickleable real. And ler Kaveh bc yes. We (I) need more ler Kaveh content so here. Also I wrote this at 4 am so yeah- aishakdhkshd

And I didn't proofread huehehe

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Alhaitham x Kaveh (gey...?)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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Kaveh was currently on a mission. He wanted to catch his usually stoic roomate off-guard for once, and he knew exactly how. He was usually the one on the receiving end of Alhaitham's tickles, but this time it was gonna be different! Maybe... hopefully... Was Alhaitham even ticklish? Kaveh can't recall hearing a genuine laugh come out of him, unless it was at his expense, so he was determined to finally get through that stoic wall of his! He quietly snuck up behind him and...

"Gotcha!" the blonde yelled out with a playful grin on his face, his fingers aiming to taze at the scribe's sides.

Alhaitham jolted slightly from the contact, but overall barely reacted, much to Kaveh's dissapointment. "Nice try, but not good enough" he replied in his usual deadpan voice, his face unchanging.

"What...? How do you manage to stay so serious?!" Kaveh always felt flabberghasted at how Alhaitham always managed to surpress any and all reactions to his tickle attacks, but this time he wasn't gonna give up so easily.

He spent the rest of the day trying to think what spot could finally get the serious scribe to finally break. Throughout the day he'd poke and prod at the generic spots he himself was ticklish at, that had to work, right? Well everytime he was met with Alhaitham's typical "Hmm" expressionless face. This whole situation was starting to feel hopeless for Kaveh. Maybe Alhaitham really wasn't that sensitive...

"Ugh, I give up!" Kaveh let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped down on the couch next to Alhaitham.

"Does that mean you'll finally stop annoying me now?".

"I guess so..." Kaveh layed his head against Alhaitham's shoulder, his blonde locks lightly tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder.

"Mph-!" Alhaitham let out a chocked sound, quickly peaking up Kaveh's attention.

"What was that?".

"Nothing".

"Oh don't give me that crap, it was clearly something!".

Alhaitham simply shrugged, opting to face away from the architect. He thought that MAYBE if he ignored Kaveh he'd eventually forget about it, but who was he kidding? This is what happens when your roomate is as stubborn as you are.

Kaveh studied him as if he were a piece of art, trying to notice anything out of the ordinary, until he saw a lock of his hair lightly brushing against Alhaitham's shoulder. It took a moment to put two and two together, but once the realization hit, Kaveh grinned like the cheshire cat.

While Alhaitham was still preocupied looking away, Kaveh moved his hand over to his bare shoulder, lightly skittering his nails over the spot.

"Eh?!—" the scribe almost jumped out of his seat at the sudden tickly sensation. The sound that came out of him surprising them both.

"Aww, have I finally found your weak spot?~" Kaveh then sat across of Alhaitham's lap to keep him in place, how bold—.

"Get off of me fatass".

"Fatass?! Oh now you're asking for it!" Kaveh moved his hands to where Alhaitham's neck and shoulders met and softly scratched over the spot.

"Hehehe..." Alhaitham let out a breathy giggle. It was clear he was trying to hold in his laughter seeing how his whole body tensed up. Kaveh had to admit, watching his roomate slowly lose his composure was pretty cute, not like he'd ever admit it.

"C'mon Alhaitham. I know you're already ticklish, so just let it out!" the blonde encouraged as he focused his scratching back onto Alhaitham's bare shoulder, earning a sharp gasp. Wanting to actually hear him laugh, he moved his other hand down to Alhaitham's highest ribs right under his armpit and gently pressed onto the spot.

"Gyah! Pfft! K-Kaveh, stahahap!".

And there it was! Alhaitham let out deep, charming chuckles as he stomped his feet against the ground to try to distract himself from the sensation. He held onto Kaveh's hips but did no effort to push him off, which he could've easily done let's be real (he's too prideful to admit he likes it).

Kaveh's face instantly lit up at the sounds his roomate was making, and the way his cheeks gained a slight hint of pink to them. Oh how tempting to rub it in his face, but for now Kaveh just wanted to cherish those precious sounds.

"Ahaha! I've finally gotten you to laugh! I didn't even think you were capable of such a thing".

"Oh shuhut uhuhup!" Alhaitham snickered out. At this point, he had given up on hiding his reactions. Allowing his body to relax as Kaveh kept exploring his tickle spots.

"Not yet. I wanna see how hysterical I can make you~" Kaveh chuckled along with him as his hands travelled to the scribes armpits.

"Ah—" Alhaitham's eyes widened before shutting closed once more. His face scrunched up as he threw his head back and let out the deep belly laugh that Kaveh had been craving. "GYAHAHA! Q-QUIT IHIHIT!".

Alhaitham frantically kicked his legs out and softly squirmed under the architects weight.

"Now I've really hit the jackpot!~" Kaveh teased as his fingers kept softly scratching under the sensitive hollows. Enjoying the hysteria coming from his roomate.

Alhaitham slightly opened his eyes to look at Kaveh. The sight of the blonde looking down at him with such a giddy smile made him feel little flips in his stomach. His cheeks slowly grew redder by the second, whether it was from the tickles or from Kaveh himself (maybe both) who knows, but it sure was quite the sight to witness.

"K-KAVEHEHEEE!".

Kaveh seemed to snap from his trance once Alhaitham's laughter started to die down, being replaced by silent, wheezy laughter. His eyes were all watery and his hair was a bit messy from all his squirming. And his cherry red cheeks, UGH. How does he manage to look so good even when he's being wrecked to pieces?!

"Oh fine, I've had my fair share of fun" Kaveh slowed his fingers to a stop, slipping his hands out from under Alhaitham's arms, but he remained comfortably seated on his lap. "Are you okay?" the blonde suddenly asked, with a hint of concern in his sharp, red eyes. "I hope I didn't take it too far...".

Alhaitham looked up at him with a slight smile on his face. It was very faint and most people would probably miss it, but not Kaveh. "I'm fine. I'm not as weak as you". And there he's back at it again with that cocky attitude.

"Huh?! I can handle myself well, thank you very much" Kaveh huffed, crossing his arms like a pouty toddler.

"Oh yeah?".

"Hm?- GYAH!" Kaveh yelped as he was suddenly pinned down acroas the couch, with Alhaitham on top of him.

"How about I return the favor now?".

"W-wait! Let's talk about thihis! ALHAITHAM!!!".

Kaveh's rich laughter echoed throughout the entire house as Alhaitham pinpointed all of the spots that drove him up the wall, tickling them with precision. This was gonna be a long day...

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I hope this is okay akdhakdhka

[ja3mln]

YAY REQUESTS ARE BACK- I am a sucker for fluff honestly but can u do a one shot where barista!jaemin has a crush on a customer who’s coffee order is the same as his (8 shots coffee thingy) hehehe thank you I really love ur posts btw 🥰🤭

im literally obsessed with barista jm help!!! tysm for ur request hope u like it (its very small djjdjdkd)!!<3

cw: barista!jaemin, pure fluff, jaemin is whipped for y/n.

jaemin remembers the first time you enter the small coffee shop. he remembers exactly what you were wearing. how your hair were messy and wet because of the rain. how you looked relieved to finally escape the bad weather. the moment you looked up and smiled at him. but what he mostly remembers is the first words he heard from you; "hello, a caffe americano with 6 extra shots please.", at that moment, jaemin just felt like his heart was going to burst out his chest. not only you were the most beautiful person he's never seen but your order was literally the same as him. word for word. he also remembers the way you had to repeat yourself because he zoned out as soon as he heard your voice. "sorry... your name?", "y/n". y/n. this name keep just resonating in his head for the past weeks. he couldn't stop thinking about the small smiles you'll give him everytime you enter the coffee. how you'll sometimes be in rush and look so cute when you panick because you're late for work but just can't leave without your 6 shots of coffee. before that day, jaemin wasn't very excited about his work, always complaining to his friends how work is boring and how much is co workers are annoying but since that day, he never complained again, waking up every morning with hope that you'll come get your usual coffee and that he'll get his usual smile and greetings.

and just like that, jaemin found himself waiting for you every morning, trying to strike up a conversation everytime but just end up stumbling over his words and hand you your order with a friendly smile, waiting for your small thank you. but today is different. today, jaemin was determined to finally talk to you. at least to say other words than "hello" and "the usual?". so when you pass the door, he prepares himself mentally, repeating the few extra words in his head and without even realizing, you're already standing in front of him "hi jaemin", he's still not used to you calling him by his name and the way his cheeks heat up every single time, "hey y/n, the usual right?", you just nod with the same usual smile that makes jaemin's cheeks heat up every single time. "to be honest, i'm surprised you didn't get scared of my order", you let out a small giggle, looking at jaemin, which look up at you with the widest smile, feeling his chest warm up because he's so happy to finally have a real conversation with you (without even being the one to start it). "maybe it's the fact that i literally drink the same drink as you...", he laughs and hands you the hot cup, making sure to wrap a napkin around it. "what? no wayyy! why didn't you tell me before?", you reply, sounding way too excited, not that jaemin hates it but he's just suprised by your reaction. "well... i don't know, i didn't want to sound creepy or something i guess...", he says softly, "you don't sound creepy at all, honestly i feel relieved that i'm not the only one drinking that much coffee.", you both laugh, "well, i'm glad we have this in common", jaemin only realizes what he said when he sees your cheeks heat up and a few seconds of silence follow his last word, "i have to go... but i'll see you tomorrow!", he just nods, still trying to wash his embarrassment away, "thank you for always serving me the best coffee, jaemin, see you!" you offer him a sweet smile before turning around to exit the coffee shop, leaving jaemin standing there in total awe. this small conversation was enough to make jaemin's day, he's never been this happy to be at work. he couldn't wait for tomorrow and even found himself daydreaming about your next conversation the whole day.

[spider-jaysart]

What makes Dickkory such a great ship to you? What makes you love it?

Please and Thank You 😃

@confusedhummingbird

They balance eachother out really well in many ways

They have great development in their relationship and aren't a rushed couple with no real history built between them to get to the point of being in love

They have strong passion in their love

I love that they're the lovey dovey and happy type of couple who enjoy eachothers time and would do a lot of things together hehehe

Kory always has so much affection and a deep love for Dick and that's so sweet. Dick has the same amount of love for her too and always thinks so, so lovingly of her

They're a total power couple

I love that Starfire's an awesome, powerful, joyous alien princess from space and is also a warrior, and meanwhile, Dick's a cool human who's a determined and very experienced hero with tons of insane acrobatic skills since childhood, naturally has great leadership, is a symbol of hope, comes from a large and very popular family who are all also vigilantes themselves, because it just makes them so fun and intriguing paired up together

They're iconic together and are honestly the best comics couple next to Peter x MJ and Clois

They also have great kids Mar'i and Jake (Mandy isn't canon in my mind though lmao) and are such a wholesome family together

Even in the cartoon form of the Teen Titans 2003 series they were also the best couple compared to most other animated ones on tv imo, because there were never any dumb complications that got forced between them just for drama in their relationship, they always genuinely cared about one another, treated eachother well, comforted the other in their sad moments or worst times, meant a lot too eachother in important ways, had a wonderful connection, and never were the type to purposely anger one another for stupid things

Thanks for the ask!!

[thehistoriangirl]

Bonjour!! I actually wanted to tell you how your writing is always something I look forward to at the end my day, like a candle lighting the darkest corners of my room. Could you maybe write a hopeless romantic!reader that slowly turned pessimistic at the thought of love (psst slow burn). Then Viktor realises how much reader has adored him since forever and wanted to do so in return! Merci♡

Bonjour ! <33 SADFGHJDHSGDJHDHDG thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 Before anything, I have to said, you just cracked my well-preserved secret! Legend says if you ask me for a slow burn I will get overboard and make a multichapter fic :D and I guess it's true so here we are 🤡 [Brain why you have to be like thissss I hate you] Anyway, I hope you like this first part ;3 Passe une bonne journée, petalthea ! <3

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Chapter One]

> M A S T E R L I S T <

Viktor x Fem! (Hopeless Romantic!)Reader-------2.1K------SFW

Synopsis: Your father wants you to forget about pursuing your dream of being an opera singer as your mother was. Instead, he's determined to make you a great business person to fit into his wealthy family—his solution? Hiring one of the smartest students of the Academy as your personal tutor, no other than Heimerdinger's assistant himself. But when you two grow closer, the plan gets tricky as you get your confidence back to fight for your re-discovered dreams just as Viktor starts to achieve his own.

Tags: Friends to Lovers| Not-Actually-Unrequited-Love| Hidden Feelings| Crushes| Slow-Burn| Oblivious (both Viktor and Reader)| Romantic Fluff| I'm not going to spoil more heheh >:)| ((Obviously Happy Ending))| Disfunctional Family/Family Drama

Viktor saw you four times before he was obliged to talk to you.

Inside the Music Faculty, the chandelier sent golden hues against the gold and silver accessories of the guests filling the auditorium. A line of teenagers was waiting, removing awkwardly on their feet as the people organizing the admission test formed them into order.

He was in charge of the lightning, tucked next to the half-open curtain that separated the scenario and the backstage, sitting on a stool with uneven legs. Viktor was careful to balance himself up the wobbling seat, growing less interested in the auditions as time went on. While managing the levers, he considered what his final project for his Mechanic class could be.

Until a wailing interrupted his line of thoughts, almost tripping his body off the stool.

Looking backstage, he saw a teenager being dragged away from the queue by two men in twin outfits, a woman looking at you some feet away with a stern expression. You were thrashing and screaming—begging should be a better word—, Viktor thought when he heard what you were saying in a river of blabbering, like a plea.

Please just let me try. Father doesn’t have to know—

But they ignored you and the tears that shone clear against the dimmed light inside the backstage.

He didn't recollect the moment his body decided to move on its own, but the click of his wooden cane snap him back to the present.

One of the organizers looked at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if saying don’t even think about it.

Viktor frowned because he wasn't thinking about doing anything. They were full-grown adults working for an important house, if your tailored clothes were correct signal enough of your upbringing.

Though that didn’t stop the bad-hidden laughs behind some participants’ hands. 

But even as the sound of the cacophony grew fainter, the heaviness of his chest remained while remembering your broken voice, hands frantic trying to pull away, and he thought, brows pinched in confusion, that if that would have been him if Professor Heimerdinger hadn’t helped him enrolling into the Academy.

He saw you try three more times, with the same outcome. Only that each failed audition your pleads became weaker, and you didn’t fight back as much.

People kept mocking you, you fought and lost, and he watched you every time.

What a particular case, because Viktor couldn't understand why a rich family wouldn't let their child enter the Music Faculty and become an artist for the Opera House. And why you didn't give up?

The last time, just a touch on the shoulder was enough to take you away from the stage. Without the sound of your voice echoing in the room, you heard the quiet laughs, and for the first time, you looked back at them, eyelids heavy—Viktor couldn't know if it was anger or just fatigue.

The competitors cleared their throats and looked away, removing in their place as you scanned their clothes, eyes lingering in familiar crests.

"Good luck in the audition, then," you said, walking away without looking at him, even though Viktor felt as if his gaze was so heavy at least you should have felt it.

But no. You didn’t look back, and Viktor forgot about you soon after; when he became Heimerdinger’s assistant, leaving behind the myriad of little jobs he took at the Academy for extra income, the Music Faculty lightning technician included.

Until now.

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The Ventos family manor was flooded with people as richly decorated as the house itself, and Viktor pretended to ignore the glances they stole as the guests looked at him following Heimerdinger’s steps.

Viktor knew the Ventos clan was horrifyingly wealthy, with around half of all the airships belonging to some member of the family, but reading about it and looking at the proofs were two different things.

The hall was bigger than Viktor's apartment, with arches supporting a tall, vaulted ceiling incrusted with mosaics. All inside was a spotless white and a pale blue, taking the nickname "owners of the sky" too seriously to be considered funny.

Professor Heimerdinger was greeting the few people that crossed his way into scanning the room, looking for the host of the party, even though Viktor was the one carrying the gift box.

A man Viktor recognized as part of the Chemistry Faculty of Teachers stopped his travel midway to the wine fountain when he spotted the yordle. He exchanged a polite and short greeting to Viktor before pouring his attention to the Dean of the Academy, asking him if he would like to see some experiments he’d been working on.

Heimerdinger raised a hand. "Excuse me for a moment—Viktor? Oh, there you are. Could you please give this to the birthday celebrant? I don't want them to run away from the party unexpectedly without the gift! Thank you, thank you."

The yordle turned his back on him, engaging again in the conversation while Viktor stood a couple of steps away, frozen, with an expensive gift tucked inside his arm.

He sighed, tapping his fingers over the box as his eyes scanned the room. How was he supposed to know who was the host of the party? All rich people looked the same, with expensive clothes and too many decorations with gold, all of them holding cups of wine while engaging in business deals.

Viktor walked toward some butlers and maids that were carrying away the empty platters from the dessert table and replacing them with new ones. He didn’t want to ask a rich Piltie about who was the birthday's celebrant—much less give any of them a gift—but it was part of his job, he supposed.

It didn’t make it easier.

One of the servants told him a name he hadn’t heard before. Frowning in confusion, the servant stopped what he was doing to give him a detailed description of the youngest Ventos heiress.

The young man shrugged. “I haven’t seen the Young Mistress in a while, though. I don’t know where the she could be.”

A maid interrupted. "Miss Ventos should be on the green balcony," she blinked and signaled the west corner of the room. "It's the balcony filled with plants. If they aren't there, then she probably withdraw to her bedroom already."

Viktor nodded, thanking them. After a short pause, the servants replied with a doubtful, “it’s nothing, Sir” and he left them to fulfill their job not wanting them to be punished because of his incompetence.

It wasn’t that late, perhaps 10 PM or something around that hour. If this person was already in bed—how old they were? Suddenly, his stomach twisted thinking about a spoiled child. What if she didn’t like the gift? What if she didn’t accept it because maybe she didn’t like him? Would he be in trouble?

The green balcony was obscured by thick potted flowers and little palms, only a narrow passage connected it to the marble rail that had a spectacular view of the city.

Viktor froze when he didn't see anyone in there. Should he return the gift with Heimerdinger? Or could he leave it with a servant?

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling sound, his eyes darting toward the sound's source.

He recognized you right away, and Viktor felt a little embarrassed by it. You looked older—around four years had passed since the last audition you tried to join—but your clothes were very similar, contrasting with the pale blue and shining white in dark tones of purple and blue.

“Who are you?” you said, frowning. He felt your eyes sweeping his outfit—the Academy uniform—and your stiff posture, half-hidden behind a rosebush, seemed to relax.

Viktor blinked, and you blinked back, arching your brows.

“Ah! Right. I’m Heimerdinger— I mean, I’m Heimerdinger’s assistant.” He locked his cane’s handle in the crook of his elbow to take the box gift in his both hands, arms extended toward you. “He wanted me to deliver this gift. But I don’t, eh, I don’t know who the host is. By any chance… could you help me?”

You smiled then, a little tug of your lips as you took the gift box between your hands.

“Sure. Please tell Professor Heimerdinger my gratitude.”

“You’re the birthday celebrant?”

"That's right," you paused, shaking the box a little. It sounded metallic, and it was a little heavy. "Please sit down, I'm sure you must be tired from all that walking around."

You signaled at one marble bench built on one side of the balcony, next to where you were sitting, a glass of wine half-empty that you shoved away.

"You know you're hard to find," Viktor said, feeling the cold rock against his legs. He shivered a little, trying to be subtle about it. Then, he realized the words that slipped out of his mouth. "I apologi—"

“No need. You’re right, anyway.” You opened the box, putting aside the protective cloth to reveal a music box. When you pressed the button, the little shell opened, showing a little doll dressed in a deep blueish-greenish dress going in circles around a wooden stage.

Behind her, the scenery moved, showing an Ionian forest. You chuckled, moving one of your feet at the rhythm of the melody repeating inside the toy. Fingers hovering in the air as if you wanted to touch the little doll but wouldn’t dare to.

For a moment, he thought you looked cute.

“I knew Professor Heimerdinger still makes the best music boxes,” you muttered, and Viktor heard it for he was listening carefully.

“Do you know Professor Heimerdinger?” Closely, he wanted to add, but you seemed to understand his inner meaning.

“Yes. He was friends with my mom. Well—he helped her to pursue her career as an opera singer.”

Viktor smiled a bit. He finally understood that you wanted to enroll in the Music Faculty.

You jumped when someone called your name—a male voice.

"Shit," you whispered, and Viktor got surprised to hear you curse. Hurriedly, you took the music box under the bench, where the bushes hide it well enough. Your hands tried to accommodate your hair that had been disturbed by some branches as you stood up. "Enjoy the party for me—oh! That's right. What's your name?"

“My name?” You nodded, smiling warmly. “I’m Viktor.”

You extended your hand toward him. “A pleasure to make you my acquaintance, Viktor. I hope you enjoy the night.”

He frowned. "Are you leaving? No, wait. Where you hiding here?”

You beamed. "You're smart. Yes, I was. You see, when you reach a certain age your parents just organize these kinds of parties to shove suitors at your face each half an hour or so. I needed a break."

“Oh. You don’t seem fond of the attention.”

"I'm not. People still can't get over the fact about my mixed upbringing." You took off the shawl that was covering your shoulders, and let it fall on his lap. Viktor was still shivering slightly, the air of the night getting colder as time passed.

He wanted to ask what you were referring to, but you interrupted him:

“If you’re going to stay here, wear it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“But—” You shook your hands.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the gift, Viktor. It’s the best I’ve been given in a long time. Thank Heimerdinger too, please.”

Viktor nodded and you said your farewell just as the same male voice entered the balcony.

You encountered him midway, dragging him away from Viktor.

“Yes, Father?”

The man sounded angry. Viktor could hear the disdain in Erik Ventos’ voice even from he was sitting, back hunched forward so he could hide better.

“Were you talking with someone?”

You laughed. “Oh, dear Father. Don’t tell me you have too much to drink again. Or it’s that you just like to nag at me?”

“Don’t try to act cocky. You left Yael from house Kiram all alone an hour ago!" Viktor heard your father whispering at you, a voice full of poison. "Is this how you pay for everything I've done for you? You're just an ungrateful brat."

Viktor closed his eyes while listening to that. His parents never talked to him that way, he couldn’t believe that some people would treat their own family in such manners.

“If you want me to marry him so badly, then go make the deal yourself,” you spitted out back, shoving him aside and walking away.

Erik Ventos followed you, stomping like a wild animal, the noise getting further away until all that was left was the crickets singing on the lonely balcony. His hands were tangled in your shawl, thinking that he was going to stay there a little longer, childishly hoping you would come back.

[bluminex]

Hey. Can I get "Characters with a S/O that doesn’t like making eye contact with anyone" with Hu Tao, Ganyu and Yae Miko please?

The dislike of meeting with someone's eyes

Hu Tao, Ganyu, and Yae Miko (separately) x Gender-neutral reader.

I currently could not come up with a nice title, but here it is... take it or leave it. You have asked for this prompt... if that's what you call it around here on Tumblr... and I have written it for you. Now, as for the one's waiting in my inbox, you'll have to be patient.

:) Enjoy the work

Hu Tao

Hu Tao already knew the reason why you act like this. And you knew she knew it too… which fortunately saved you from having to explain it to her. On the other hand, it also was unfortunate because of… various of reasons.

“Oh, come on…! I totally saw you staring at me, don’t you try to deny it!” Hu Tao persisted.

You groaned in response, shaking your head trying to dismiss it. Hu Tao frowned, but then a few moments later, she's all giddy again. You were obviously confused by the suddenness of it…

 “Sorry, I just found it cute how you’d stare at me whenever I’m not looking. You know, I also find you really adorable when you’re mad at me, Hehe! Although you’re mad… you’re holding yourself back because you don’t want to hurt your girlfriend’s feelings that much!” She smirked, nudging you lightly as she chuckled.

You sighed, “I’m telling you… I really wasn’t looking at you Tao!”

“I don’t believe you! You’re blushing so hard right now, I bet if I touched your cheeks, it would be burning hot with how flushed you are!” Hu Tao grinned cheekily.

“Come on, just admit it already! There’s no harm in doing so at all!”

You folded your arms as you huffed. Trying your best to resist a smile, however in the next stunt that your lover pulls, makes you become all giddy. Hu Tao pulled you down by your necktie and kissed you, she didn’t want to struggle trying to kiss you right now. You stared at her in shock for a good, solid moment… and she stared back with the smuggest smile you have ever seen on her face.

You quickly looked away from her. You couldn’t stop smiling… and your face wouldn’t stop heating up again… Jeez, the power this Director has on you is seriously dangerous.

“Fine. I… I was staring at you. There, happy?” You grumbled, knowing that you lost this time.

Hu Tao laughed light-heartedly, “A lot! Hehehe~”

Ganyu

Ganyu had always worried that you felt uncomfortable around her, which led to her being intensely determined to make sure you don’t feel that way around her anymore! You were her lover; she couldn’t possibly allow herself to let you feel uneasy around her.

Though, no matter how badly Ganyu wants to ask you straightforwardly about it… Poor girl would be too anxious and worry about how you’d react or answer to it. And as time flew by, you grew suspicious of her… and of course, you had to ask what was wrong.

Knock

Ganyu looked up and stared straight at the door after hearing the knock, she wondered on who could possibly be at her office’s door near midnight… or was it midnight already, who knows.

“Come in!”

What Ganyu was certainly not expecting was for the one who had knocked to be her significant other, otherwise known as you. She was surprised at most, but quickly composed herself. Not once have you made eye contact with her when you had entered.

“There’s something I’d like to talk about with you, I believe this might… lessen your stress and worry.” You coughed into your hand.

Ganyu looked at you intensely, what was it that you wanted to discuss of? Did she do something wrong? Has she not been good enough of a partner to you? Does she need to spend more time with you? All these thoughts flooded her mind… and she did not like it one bit.

“It’s nothing like that, no… Instead, it’s about something that I’ve been too shy to ever admit and confess about. I thought I’d tell you now because I suspect that you’re worrying and overthinking about it.” You reassured her as you noticed the confused and nervous expression on Ganyu's face.

“It’s about me not making eye contact with you. It’s not like I am uncomfortable and uneasy when I am with you… no, no. It’s because I tend to speak better when I am not looking into someone’s eyes, let’s just say I feel under pressure and stutter a lot when I make eye contact. Either that, or I just become so intensely awkward and stutter over my own words. It never really is because I am uncomfortable with anyone, I just feel awkward and get pressured…”

You sighed, your face was heating up and your heart was beating rapidly. The amount of courage and effort you had to put in with just admitting it.

Ganyu sighed in relief, she was more than glad to know that it wasn’t because of her… and she’s perfectly fine with you being that way.

“That’s really reassuring to hear. Then, I have no problems with you being like this anymore, I completely understand how you feel. Though, it would be nice if you were to look at me in the eyes more when we’re in private, if you’re okay with it?” Ganyu rose a brow, she felt like she was being a bit selfish… but whatever.

You nodded, “I’ll try my best to do it more often with you. However, I can’t promise that I still won’t feel awkward… I’m probably going to end up smiling and go back to not looking at you.” You chuckled lightly.

Ganyu smiled, “Then, since you’re here… Perhaps I should take a break for now. We both should go to bed now, it’s really late by the looks of it.” Ganyu stood up and walked over to where you were standing.

“We should… Let’s get going now then.” You yawned, Ganyu grinned at the sight before her. Ganyu was lucky to have had someone like you in her life.

The both of you left the office, heading back to where Ganyu resided in the city. You both deserved some needed rest, especially for the secretary… Overworking herself day and night. It was about time she took a break from work… and for you to come clean with your awkward situation. Gosh, your face is still heating up, it still feels hot… Being so embarrassed over something like this is so… embarrassing.

Yae Miko

Yae Miko doesn’t care for whatever the reason behind your dislike and hatred of looking into someone’s eyes is.

Guuji Yae could care less for whatever the reason behind your dislike and hatred of making eye contact with someone is. In fact, she’d be more intrigued than puzzled. The reactions she can get out of you are simply too amusing and entertaining to her… You’re happy she’s aware of your situation… but at the same time wish she didn’t.

“So? How was the novel that I have read to you just now?” Yae Miko asked you, you’re leaning onto her shoulder and you only hum. Your eyes seem to be betraying you as they keep growing heavier and heavier…

You feel something grab and hold your chin firmly. It was your girlfriend. She held your chin with her index and thumb finger and made you look at her. Before you could even realize it, you were a blushing mess already. You were flustered…

“U-uh, uhm… cough… what were you saying again…!?” You asked in a hurry as you immediately avoided her gaze.

Turning your head and escaped the firm grasp she had on your chin. You could hear your girlfriend chuckle, you bet she was all smug… and she was.

Yae Miko had a cheeky smile on her face, “I was asking what your thoughts were on the novel I just read to you. Seriously, is my voice that calming that it makes you fall asleep?” She questioned, raising a brow at you.

You grumbled in embarrassment and covered your flushed face with your palms. Yae Miko grinned at the sight… it was fun to mess around with you every now and then, and very much worth it.

You kept on whining and complaining about her pulling a stunt like that again and how tired you were of it. Miko hummed as if she wasn’t bothered by your grouches, all it took for you to shut up was a simple kiss on the lips. Which had left you speechless… again. The first to break the silence was of course, Guuji Yae.

“I’m still waiting for you to answer, I’m getting impatient waiting on you.” Miko reminded you with an intimidating voice.

You gulped, “Uhm, yes, sorry… uh… It was a good novel. The only grouch I have on the novel is that the character development and the whole falling in love part was too fast. Overall, it still is a really good novel.”

Yae Miko smiled, she seemed satisfied with your answer. “Now, let me read the next novel… ‘A Battle for Love’… Hm… this title seems a bit boring, don’t you think so?"

“It’s an okay title… but whoa! That is the shortest title I have seen on a novel here in Inazuma!! This is mind-blowing with how insanely long the titles usually are.” You laughed breathily.

Yae Miko sighed, “Seriously... have my editors really lost their sense of imagination and creativity. What a shame, it seems like I'll be bored to death from this one."

"I sure won't!" You grinned.

Your girlfriend deadpanned at you, "You must have horrible taste in novels then." Your grin became a frown real quick after hearing that. Geez, you were so offended by her words that you couldn't even say anything to protest to your taste in novels.

I have used images for the first time here on Tumblr. This is one step forward to figuring out how to fit in with the Tumblr authors and creators.

Fun Fact: I am a former Ao3/Archive of Our Own author. I currently am just taking a break from that place... sooner or later I'll be posting again on that site.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.1 Arcadia by Sakamaki Ayato Mini Drama “Tide of Battle”

Original title: 勝敗の行方

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 1 Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: These CDs take me back because I used to translate a lot of these generic ‘Diaboy sucks your blood in a random situation’ CDs which define the earlier era of the franchise. :p There isn’t anything special about the script, but I suppose it’s still enjoyable for those who stan the character. 

*Flip flip flip*

“...I lost. ーー Ugh.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“...Didn’t you hear me when I said I lost!? That should be pretty obvious since you have no cards left in your hand! ...Damnit. Why couldn’t you pull the joker? (1) You sure have some nerve to win from me, Chichinashi!”

Ayato gets up and starts walking away.

“And to think I was so kind as to play with you to kill some time...”

You tell him that there’s nothing to be so upset about.

 “Haah...? I’m not mad! You really think I’d lose my temper over some stupid card game with someone like you!? Idiot! Don’t think so highly of yourself! ーー Hmph!”

You note that he looks upset.

“...Aah? Oh shut up already.”

You tell him to stop sulking.

“Haah!? Me, sulking? Don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap!”

*Rustle* 

“Whatcha grabbin’ the hem of my shirt for? You’ll stretch out the fabric, let go.”

You insist that he’s being a grump.

“Yeah, I’m in a bad mood. I absolutely loathe the thought of losin’ after all.”

You promise to make it up to him.

“Hm? You want to cheer me up that badly?”

You seem determined.

“...Idiot. Don’t make such a serious face.”

He leans in close.

“There’s only one thing for you to do to accomplish said goal, no?”

*Rustle*

“Let me suck my blood. ...That’ll fix my mood. So, what do you say?”

You nod and pull down your collar.

*Rustle* 

“Hehe...If only you were this obedient all the time. ...I guess you want me to suck from your neck since you pulled down your collar? You’ve really upped your begging game, huh? ...Sure, I’ll suck from here as you wish.”

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato bites you.

“Hahn...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hah.”

*Rustle*

“...Ah? No, not yet. So gimme more...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...”

*Rustle*

“What’s with that face, huh? Why are you the one feelin’ good when this is supposed to be a way of liftin’ my spirit? Well, I guess you could say that seein’ you pull that sorta expression puts me in a good mood too.”

Ayato continues sucking your blood.

“Hahn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hah. I already feel a lot better. But I guess I haven’t quite had enough just yet.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hah.”

*Rustle*

“Hey. Don’t think you’re the shit just ‘cause you beat me at cards once. That was a dumb luck just now. You’re no match for me. I’m sure this situation should make that very clear. You have no other choice but to let me have my way with you. ...For the rest of your life. ーー Right! Next time I’m bored, I’ll toy with you instead. No way I’m ever touchin’ that stupid card game again.

You chuckle.

“...What’s so funny, huh!? I’m not frustrated or anythin’...! I just don’t like how you made such a cocky face after winnin’ against me!”

You deny his statement.

“Hell yeah you did! You were grinnin’ from one ear to another! It hella pissed me off!”

You apologize again.

“Idiot. Stop sayin’ sorry already. ...Besides, now I know that card games are a horrible way to kill time. Those sorta games are for lil’ kids. If I want to have fun...”

*Rustle*

“You’re the ultimate toy. ...Right, Chichinashi? Hehe...”

*Rustle*

“Come on. Lift your face. I’ll kiss you next. ...Didn’t you hear me earlier when I said I wasn’t satisfied yet?”

You hesitate.

“Come on, part your lips already. Mmh...”

Ayato kisses you passionately.

“...Hah. ...Hehehe. You really make the best faces. I’m in a great mood again thanks to that. Haha...Aren’t you glad? You didn’t like seeing me upset, correct? You were grabbin’ onto my shirt and actin’ all meek...I guess you were worried ‘bout putting me in a bad mood, huh? Haha...Are you really that crazy ‘bout me?”

You stubbornly shake your head.

“...Ah? You wanna claim that you don’t like me at all?”

He leans in close again.

“Like you could ever say those words. ...If anything, I wouldn’t let you spout nonsense like that. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...Hahn...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...What’s the matter? Reached your limit already?”

he continues making out with you.

“...Hahaha. Seems like you’re no match for me after all. ...Still. Right. If there was one category in which you could beat me, it would be with how much you love me. I guess...? I wouldn’t mind admittin’ defeat in that regard. ...I mean, just look at how esctatic you are just from some kisses...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“I know damn well...Whenever I suck your blood or kiss you, you’ve got ‘I want more’ written all over your face...I bet you’re actually aware of this as well, right? ...Hahaha. You really are somethin’ else, givin’ your feelings away so easily.”

You grow embarrassed.

“...Fine. If you admit it, I wouldn’t mind givin’ you exactly what you want.”

*Rustle*

“To your heart’s content, that is. ...Mmh.”

*Rustle*

“Aah...? What’s the problem? Would you rather have me bite you instead? Hahaha...No need to look so disappointed. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to suck your blood afterwards. I happen to like the face you make...”

*Smooch*

“...in either scenario, you see. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Nn...”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) They are playing ババ抜き or ‘baba-nuki’, which is the Japanese name for ‘Old Maid’. Both players take cards from each other’s hand in search of pairs. However, there is one card replaced by the Joker and whoever is left with it at the end, loses.