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m-jelly · 2 years

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Hello jelly! I’d like request a part 2 to “I dedicate my heart to you”. NSFW would be preferable but if you want to do SFW then be my guest. Besides, I’m generally happy that people were looking forward to the first part. I also really like the way you wrote it, you brought my idea to life! Thank youuuu!!!!

Glad you liked it. I will make a NSFW part 2 for you.

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I dedicate my heart to you. Part 2

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, being a couple, fluff, love, cute, camping out, smut, oral (male and female receiving), outdoor sex, established couple.

Concept: You and Levi revisit the treehouse where you both started your love. After a year of working hard and the area being safe from Titans, you both go there knowing you'll be okay and no scouts will find you. You go fishing to get some food for the night and relax, but when it gets to night you both start to get a little heated.

Part 1

You hitched your horse and looked over at your lover. "To think we're coming back to the place where you got your first boner for me."

Levi blushed. "Tch, shut it, brat."

You giggled. "You're cute."

He sighed and jumped off his horse before walking over to you. "Come here." He yanked you against him, dipped you, then kissed you. "You are naughty sometimes."

You smiled and tangled your fingers in his hair. "I thought you liked that?"

"I do."

You hummed a laugh. "Shy Levi is gone, huh?"

He stood you up. "Well, now I know you love me and we've been together for so long. I'm confident."

You slapped his bum hard. "Good boy." You put your bag down and hummed. "I will go fishing for food. Do you want to join me?" You screamed at Levi's strong bum slap. "Levi."

He massaged your bum and hummed. "You have a nice bum."

You stood up and pressed your back to his chest. "Thank you."

He leaned towards your neck and started nibbling and kissing. "Is it bad of me to think about how we've had sex in his position and I loved it?"

You hummed. "I loved it too." You giggled. "Prone is perfect." You pulled his hands from you and kissed them. "I need to go get some food."

Levi sighed. "I will set up camp."

You blew him a kiss. "Join me when you're done!"

He nodded and watched you leave with the fishing things. He looked to the treehouse and started moving things up there. He set up a nice little private bedding area where you both had talked about making love in that area. He felt those old butterflies he felt back when he used to be so shy around you. He was worried that it might not go well.

"Levi?" You smiled at Levi jumping. "Are you okay? You didn't come join me. Were you all up in your head?"

He sighed. "I just like things to be clean and perfect."

You sat around the cooking things and started on the fish. "I'm grateful to you. You take great care of me and it's sweet."

He ruffled his hair. "Well, I do it because I love you."

"I love you, always."

Levi smiled softly and started helping you out with the cooking. You ate together, watched the sun slowly set and listened to nature as you enjoyed a nice cup of tea. You both were cuddled up next to each other as you took in the beauty around you.

You reached over and placed your hand on the inside of Levi's thigh. You massaged and hummed. "This is so nice. It's just what we needed. A last goodbye to the scouts for me."

Levi sighed. "I'm going to miss seeing you every day at work."

"I'll miss it too, but I'll make sure I run our teashop well."

"I believe in you." He cleared his throat as your hand massaged him so perfectly that it caused him to get harder and harder. "I'm looking forward to living together in our home."

You kissed his shoulder and giggled. "I can't wait. Living together and being together all the time. Having a garden and waking up next to you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "It's a new start."

"It is."

You gazed at Levi and felt the sexual tension. "Do you wanna fuck me as much as I wanna fuck you?"

He nodded and gulped. "I'm dying to be inside you."

You pulled your gear off as Levi did the same. You both put them in the corner and started stripping as you felt that fun bubble of excitement inside you both. You both got down to your underwear before you cuddled up and started kissing. You slowly lowered Levi down onto his back as you dominated him.

You pulled from his lips and hummed. "I have an idea."

He watched you sit up. "What are you thinking?"

You moved some pillows and propped Levi's back up so he was sitting up a little. "There we go."

He tilted his head. "Oh, I know what we're doing."

You shifted and turned so now your bum was in Levi's face. "You know me too well." You pulled out Levi's stiff penis from his boxers and admired it. "Perfect."

Levi tugged your underwear to the side and moaned. He parted your lips to see wetness dripping from your pussy and how swollen your clit was. He opened your pussy and gazed inside to see your walls squeeze a little. He smiled knowing you clenched for him because he loved seeing it.

Levi slapped your bum cheek hard making you moan and your wetness trickle from you. "Good girl." He yanked your underwear down before gripping your thighs hard and massaging them like putting. He gave you one long lick and moaned as you coated his tongue in your natural honey. "Such a delicious meal for me."

You pressed your lips against his thick hot cock and mewled. "Levi." You panted as his tongue lapped at you. You pushed your hand into his boxers and massaged his balls. You kissed the tip of his dick to start your love and devotion to his pleasure-giving appendage. You sank your mouth down on him and moved your tongue around as you sucked. You popped it out of your mouth and smiled at Levi's needy moan. "Good boy."

You squeaked when Levi bit your bum hard. You whimpered and whined at him. You were about to complain, but he soothed his bite with a long lick of his tongue. You kissed the shaft of his dick and ran your tongue slowly to follow a vein. You pushed your mouth down slowly onto Levi and moved your tongue against him. You hummed a little sending a vibration through him.

Levi grunted at how you took his penis. He shivered a little before focusing on the meal before him. He pulled on your thighs making you spread wide for him. He captured your honey dripping out on his tongue. He lapped up at your clit making you shiver and moaned on his cock. He smiled and kept moving his tongue on your plump clit.

He dragged his tongue up slowly and plunged into your pussy. He moved and massaged his tongue against your walls. He shifted one hand to your clit and began rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb. He moaned as your wetness increased from his touch.

You pulled your mouth from Levi and panted. "Ah." You gasped. "Levi." You moved your hands on him as best as you could. "Levi, I'm going to cum." You squeaked when he yanked you closer and kept up his actions. You leaned up and tilted your head back. "Yes." You gasped as you felt your orgasm burn through you. "Sh-shit."

Levi lapped up your cum before leaning back and sighing. "Fuck, such a good meal." He saw the string coming out of you. "Sponge?"

You slipped your underwear off and sat on his thighs and looked over your shoulder at him. "Yes."

He looked down at your bum to see you rise up and hold his cock. He moaned as he watched your run his tip along your opening. He held his breath. "Slowly."

You hummed a laugh and slowly sank on him like he asked so he could watch himself disappear inch by inch inside you until he just saw your bum. You clenched him and hummed in delight at feeling your lover deep inside you. You shifted your legs and looked out at the view that was the forest. You smiled and started moving up and down on the love of your life.

Levi held your hips as he watched his cock appear and then disappear inside you. He stared at how you moved at him before his eyes switched to your ass. He admired how it jiggled with every bounce you did on him. He moaned at how perfect you were. He loved every inch of you. He even adored all the scar from your gear.

He grunted a little. "You look so good." He gasped when you clenched him. "You feel amazing."

You panted and whined. "Levi. I love your cock deep inside me."

Levi groaned. "Ngh." He gripped your waist tightly. "Ha, ha. Nnn." He held you down on his cock and rolled his hips a little. "Fuck. I wanna feel every inch of you. I want to claim it all." He felt the tip of his cock tap and rub against the sponge. "Uhh, fuck I want to fill you with my cum."

You shivered and gripped his thighs. "Le-Levi."

He lifted you and bucked up into you. "I love you!"

You leaned your head back and moaned loudly. You shivered as your hearing tuned into the loud slapping of his hips against your bum. You whimpered and whined as you felt your urge to cum building up. "I l-love you too." You panted. "I'm gonna." You grunted. "Levi!" You pulled his dick from you as you knelt up. You flopped forwards against the rest of the bed. You shivered and twitched in delight. "Levi."

Levi moved from under you and tossed his boxers to the side. He lay you flat on your stomach and slipped a cushion under your hips and another for you to rest your head on and hug a little. He crawled up and lay against you, so his boner pressed between your butt cheeks. He covered your back in kisses as you hummed and slowly recovered.

You sighed and turned your head. "Hi."

He hummed a laugh and kissed you. "That was beautiful to watch."

"I'm glad you still enjoy the view that is me."

"Always."

You wiggled a little. "So, we going prone or are you going to just keep that impressive cock pressed against my bum?"

He bit your shoulder before pulling back. "Oh, it's going in." He parted your cheeks to see your pussy. He pressed his tip in before lying back down against you. He leaned on his forearms on either side of your head as he pushed in all of his penis into you. "Ngh." He winced a little when you bit his forearm and clenched him. "Careful darling."

You released him and giggled. "You like me teasing you."

He pushed himself in deep causing him to drag your bum up and your hips to lift off the cushion. He smiled when you pressed your face into your cushion and moaned. "What was that? I didn't hear you." He repeated his actions over and over. "Look at you, a cute mess right now all because of my cock."

You turned your head and panted. "D-Don't be m-mean."

He panted as he moved a little faster. "I'm sorry, my love. No more teasing."

You whined and whimpered. "Feels so good."

He kissed the back of your head. "Good girl."

You flopped against your cushion and mewled as your man's hard dick plunged in and out of your dripping sensitive pussy. You clenched the cushion around your face and cried your moans out into it. You shivered and started lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts. You clenched up a little more and pleasure pulsed through you with every thrust your lover gave.

Levi gripped your cushion and thrusted into you a little faster. He panted and moaned at his hips slapping against your perky bum. He smiled when you lifted your head, arched your back and cried out in pleasure. He revelled at the sounds of your moans echoing in the forest. He felt pride inside him that he was making you feel this good. It took a lot of practice and learning, but he was a dedicated man to your pleasure and in a few sessions of sex with you, he'd learned a lot and made you feel incredible.

He leaned down as he panted and moaned your name. "I love you."

You shivered as you gripped the cushion. "I love you too." You gasped. "Ah, Levi I can't..." You lowered your head. "I-I'm..." You squeezed your toes tightly and came hard around Levi. You flopped against the floor fully and panted. "Ah."

Levi leaned up and pulled from you. He admired your pink bum from the slaps, along with the line of your cum clinging to the tip of his cock as he pulled himself out. He panted and hummed. "Fuck, you look good."

You rolled over under him and smiled at his glistening cock. "You wear me well."

He blushed. "Thank you."

You sat up on your thigh. "Lie back. I want you to watch me fuck you."

He fell back and used the cushions from before to prop him up a little. "Yes."

You crawled closer as you panted. You shifted onto your knees and hovered over his twitching dick. "You ready to cum inside me?"

He nodded. "Yes."

You lined him up before slowly lowering yourself onto him. You shivered above him as he pressed you in all the right places. You reached out to Levi. "Hands."

Levi entwined his fingers with yours. "You look so beautiful."

You blushed and began rolling your hips against him. "Mm, says the most handsome man in the world."

"Small world."

You giggled and clenched your walls around his dick. "Naughty." You smiled when he grunted at your tight clench. "You are perfect to me."

He leaned his head back. "I adore you."

You moved up and down on him. "And I you."

He panted and whimpered as he felt himself slide in and out of your warm and welcoming pussy. He enjoyed how you wrapped around him, how wet you were for him, how you clenched him with every little burst of pleasure. He looked down and watched him enter you over and over. He loved watching because it reminded him that he was really here with you. He was alive and he was making love to you.

He glanced at your breasts and enjoyed how they bounced to your actions. He marvelled at them and felt almost hypnotised by them. He snapped his gaze to your face and found the most beautiful thing about sex with you. You always looked so beautiful to him. He loved the look of pure pleasure on your face, the pleasure you got from him.

You smiled at Levi as he locked eyes with you. You squeezed his hands to reassure him you were okay and still in the moment with him. You enjoyed how his penis reached deep parts of you and tapped the sponge ready to catch his sperm. You knew in time you wanted it done so he could fill you to the brim with his cum.

You hummed and moved a little faster. "Levi."

He moaned your name. "My darling."

You whimpered. "Cum inside me. Fill me with your cum. Please, I need it. Give me everything you have."

Levi released your hands and grabbed your hips. "I'll give you everything." He gripped your hips and snapped his up against you. "I'll fill you. I'll claim you. Mine, mine, mine."

You cried out and bounced on Levi as he thrust up against you. "Yes. I'm yours." You placed your hands on his as you looked up at the tent canopy. You cried out loud knowing no one could hear you, so you could be as lude as possible. "Levi!"

"Ngh, ha, ha, uh, mm." He moaned your name. "I'm gonna cum deep inside you. I'm going fucking fill your pussy up."

You gripped his hands hard and moaned as you came hard. Your walls pulsed around Levi as your legs shook. You leaned forwards and caught yourself by slamming your hands on the floor placing Levi's face in your breasts.

Levi wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your boobs. He bit the plump warm flesh before pressing his cock in deep. He moaned into your cleavage as he pumped his hot load inside you. He bucked with every pump until he had nothing left to give. He pressed himself in deep and hummed against you.

You panted as you lay against Levi. You pulled back when he released you a little. "I'm so glad we weren't at the base." You giggled. "There would have been complaints."

Levi played with your hair. "Tch, fuck 'em. Besides, I think the cadets heard us or something because they don't come to my office when you're there."

You sat on him and hummed. "Might have been a time where we were banging your desk loudly or your bed." You shook your head. "Your poor headboard."

Levi laughed. "Well, we'll make sure our house has a good bed in it." He rubbed your cheek and smiled. "You have no idea how beautiful you are."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "Thank you. You're so handsome."

He lifted you a little by your thighs and pulled out of you. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you. "You're sweet." He pulled you against his chest. "I'm so glad I met you."

You kissed his jawline. "Me too. Can't believe you'll be Captain Levi and I'll be your girlfriend who runs the teashop who used to be your Captain."

"Well..." He reached into his bag. "You won't be my girlfriend."

You pulled back from his chest. "Huh?"

He held a ring between you and him. "Hopefully, you'll be my wife."

You gasped. "Levi?"

He smiled as he blushed. "Will you marry me?"

You nodded and offered your hand. "Yes, yes I will."

He slipped the ring on your finger before covering your face in kisses. "I can't wait to marry you." He hugged you tightly against him. "My perfect wife."

You giggled. "My perfect husband."

He hummed and kissed the top of your head. "Do you want so water?"

"Please."

He leaned over and grabbed the bottle. He opened it and offered it to you. "Here." He rubbed your back as you drank. "Drink as much as possible darling."

You gasped after and handed Levi the water to see he was staring. "What?"

He smiled. "Your gasp after drinking was cute."

"Thank you." You kissed his chest as he drank. "Good boy for drinking as well."

He put the water down and hugged you. "Thanks. So, two more days out here, huh? I know Hange will ask us lots of questions."

You rubbed Levi's chest. "What matters is you and me right here right now."

He smiled softly and cuddled you. "You're so cute." He rolled onto his side with you making you squeal a little before giggling. "Hang on. Can I have some of that blanket? My ass is hanging out."

You sat up and looked. "Ooo! Booty!"

He pulled the blanket down. "Oi, come here."

You lay down with him and smiled. "This is the best."

"Yeah, it is." He kissed the end of your nose. "It really is."

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takerfoxx · 5 months

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Okay, okay, trying to catch up on some shit. So, let's put the whole High School DXD thing to bed, because analyzing and critiquing ecchi harem schlock that swings way above its weight class is weirdly fascinating to me!

So. Season 4.

Right, let's just address the elephant in the room. The new studio, and with it, the new art style.

...

Not really a fan.

Like, I know what happened, I know why there was a switch, I know they're trying to emulate the art style of the light novels more closely. I just liked the older style better, especially when it comes to the facial expressions. It used to be so vivid and detailed. Like, one look and you'd be able to tell immediately what a character is about and what they're feeling. Now, everyone just looks kinda stone.

I will say this though. Like the style switch in Pokemon, what we lose in detail we gain in fluidity. Those fight scenes were sick, especially when they dispensed with the artillery and went for hand to hand. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Okay, art style's different, don't really care for it, but I can adjust. How's the season itself?

Again, mostly a mixed bag, which I suppose comes with each season adapting two books each. You just tend to like one kind of story over the other, and here, I definitely preferred one arc over the other.

Like, the whole hunt for Kunou's mom was...fine, I guess. Kunou's cute and I don't object to her, though the cast is getting really crowded. And I did genuinely enjoy just watching the gang get to go on vacation and have fun together.

What I didn't like was who was behind it. I'm sorry, but so far, the Khaos Brigade just isn't working for me, mainly because they keep throwing all these new names at us. Like, okay, I know Cao Cao and the rest of the Hero faction go and become their own thing later, cool, but for now, it's another gaggle of stuff that we've seen before.

And I really didn't like how this was supposedly the challenge that caused Issei to fall into despair and almost give up. Like, really? Issei? After everything else he's vanquished? This is his darkest hour?

I totally buy him needing tits to activate his hidden strength and get back into the game, though. And, okay, I've complained in the past about big, climatic battles being derailed by some cool new character just dropping into the middle of things and solving the problem. But this time I'll let it slide, because we get the OG Monkey King himself, and he's kind of awesome.

The Boob Dragon thing is pretty funny for its ridiculousness, though really? This is considered wholesome children's entertainment in the demon realm? Okay.

Kinda bummed how similar the demon realm and its inhabitants are to normal humans. Like, evil it up! You're demons! Where's your demonic class?

Okay, so the first arc was kind of eh, but the second might very well be one of my favorites so far. For one, the rating games are one of my favorite aspects of the series so far, because I love tournaments and we get to see the other characters shine a little.

Also, Sairaorg, man. What a fucking chad. Dude gets born without powers, is disinherited by his asshole father, almost loses his mom to illness, but reforms himself into a massive physical powerhouse through sheer will and training alone. Plus, he respects the hell out of Issei in a "Game recognize Game" sort of way and wants punch it out with him. Respect.

The rating game was awesome. Yes, there was a bunch of new names again, but it worked better this time and they were able to shine through action. And I laughed my ass off when Issei foiled his opponent's attempt to seduce him because he was so offended at the violation of the proper way to do a strip tease. Man really takes his ecchi seriously.

Issei and Sairaorg just punching the shit out of each other was so goddamned anime. They keep getting more and more power ups, keep giving these heroic speeches, and you kind of want them both to win. In the end, Sairaorg still fighting on despite having passed out long ago through sheer determination alone? Magnificent.

Okay, I'm going to say it. I like Sairaorg as a rival way more than Vali.

Oh, sweet! Ravel's here! I like her. And she and Koneko are immediately petty toward one another, as it should be.

#high school dxd

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saitama-division · 1 year

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“Yes these are VERY late but- I haven’t had time to deliver them at all”

Wrapped up in her warmest oversized hoodie a late night visitor appears at your door- it’s Kanade…with gifts.

For Sayaka- A mug that says worlds best mom along with a note

Hi mom,

I just wanted to say thank you. It’s…not easy for me to say this- especially after everything that happened when I was little. I wanted to just say that I’m so happy that your my new mom- and sometimes I know I can be a bit stubborn or do things that might scare you and sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to call myself your kid or call Yoshi-chan my sister but- im learning to better myself everyday!

I think I’ve already said thank you a bit too much but at the same time i can’t say it enough.

Thank you for being a kind mother- you mean the world to both big sis and I.

love Kanade

For Lola- A bracelet with pink and white diamond butterflies and a note.

Dear Lola

Big sis says hi! I didn’t know what to get you at first- Lana suggested clothes but you already have so many cool clothes and you already look awesome without makeup so that’s out.

So I settled on something that would be perfect with just about any outfit! I really hope you like it- cause you’re one of my favorite people!

yours truly, Kanade

For Kureha- a brand new set of sketchbooks, pencils, pens, erasers, markers, rulers and some paint and paint brushes! Theres also a note!

Dear Kureha

Big sis really helped me a lot when it came to getting you a gift! I knew what i wanted to get you…i just didn’t know all the names of the supplies because I’m not a super cool artist like you.

I hope you make something really cool with these- I already know that you will now that I think of it. Next to my big sis your one of the best artists out there! In fact you make the dude who painted starry night look like a big dummy- that’s how much talent you have.

sincerely Kanade. Ps: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY

For Yoshiko a huge squid plushie, a Mr spooky beanbag chair and a bag of gummies. Of course there’s a note.

Hi Yoshiko!

It’s me- your sister, Kanade! Did you have a good Christmas? I’m sorry I’m a little late with the gifts but I hope you like them! I know you like plushies so I had to think really hard but I found a cute squid friend!

I also had a friend help me make the beanbag chair- your the only one in the world who has a Mr Spooky beanbag chair!

With love, Kanade

“It was a pretty hectic end of the year- i was in the hospital for a couple of days. Big sis had this really big art gallery, Itsuki’s getting married” Kanade gives a tired but happy smile “I even…i have a girlfriend now!”

She giggles

“Happy new year- and thank you all for being there for me”

“Goodness, who could that be?” Wondered Sayaka as she lifted herself from her comfortable position on the couch. It was a few days after Christmas as well as Kureha’s birthday, the said girl was sitting on the reclining chair and scrolling through social media on her phone, Lola was visiting as well and was resting pretty on one side of the couch nursing a glass of wine, Yoshiko had long since been put to bed due to how dark it was outside. It was a relaxing day, no work or school or responsibilities, just a nice day to relax and spend time with family. Currently the Saitama team were chilling and conversing in the living room when the doorbell rang, Sayaka walked to the door and opened it to reveal the younger Alarie sister much to the older woman’s surprise.

“Kanade!” Sayaka beamed, happy to see her daughter. “What a surprise! Come in, come in!” She eagerly ushered the young girl into her home and helped her carry the presents (which she had just noticed she was carrying) into the living room where the rest of the team was. Lola and Kureha, although surprised to see Kanade, had each gave their respective hellos, Lola even giving the girl a hug. When presented with the gifts, the girls were pleasantly surprised and started to open them, Sayaka being the first to unravel her presents.

Sayaka giggled when holding the mug, despite the fact that she already has one, it still warmed her heart to receive such a wonderful gift. “Aw, thank you Kanade! I’ll make sure to use it!” She patted the younger girl’s head. When reading the note, Sayaka’s smile grew wider as she fought back against the tears welling up in her eyes, when she was finished, she brought the younger Alarie sister into a tight hug. “Oh sweetie, you don’t have to thank me, if anything I should be thanking you for being such a wonderful and precious girl, I know we have our ups and downs but that’s part of life, I knew what I was signing up for and I don’t regret a single thing, I may not be the best mother but I try to be. I love you and Lana, I want you to remember that.”

Lola grinned as she slipped on the bracelet and held her arm up to admire the jewelry in the lighting. “Darling, this is gorgeous! I absolutely love it and I know several outfits that will really make this beauty shine!” She winked and then picked up her own letter and read it. After reading it, she gave a squeal and wrapped the young girl up in a hug of her own, “You are just the sweetest thing!” She nuzzled her cheek against Kanade’s, squeezing her as if she was a life size teddy bear. “I’m honored to be your favorite but here’s a secret, you’re one of my favorite people too.” She giggled.

Kureha murmured in awe at the amount of art supplies she received, although she had gotten plenty from her birthday, it didn’t hurt to have more just in case, at least it will save her time and money taking trips to the crafts store. “Wow…thanks Kanade, this really helps.” She gave a small smile at the girl and then began to read her own letter, the smile growing larger. She gave a chuckle, “I don’t know about all that but thank you for your support, I’ll dedicate my next piece to you, I already figured out what it’s going to be.” She gave a secretive grin.

Sayaka clasped her hands together in joy and beamed, “Oh sweetheart, that’s such wonderful news! I’m so happy for you and Lana and Itsuki!“ Lola and Kureha nodded in agreement, “Hell yeah, honey! Oooh! Tell us! Who’s the lucky lady?” Lola gently elbowed her with a teasing grin, upon receiving her answer, she cheered. “Yes! I knew it! Oh you two will make such an adorable couple!” She squealed, Kureha gave a supportive smile and a thumbs up. Sayaka laughed and stood up, “Thank you for the gifts, hun, Yoshiko is asleep but I’ll give them to her in the morning, speaking of which, it’s way to late for you to be out, I’ll get the spare room set up.” She said, beginning to make her way up the stairs, leaving the other girls to converse and admire the gifts Kanade had brought them.

— Later, Next Day —

“HE’S SO CUTE!!!” The 4-year old squealed as she laid on the beanbag chair that was way larger than her tiny frame, hugging the chair close. As expected, Yoshiko loved the gifts her big sister Kanade had gotten her, the squid plushie added onto her ever growing collection and Sayaka decided that just this once she’ll let Yoshiko have the gummies before actually eating some food. Kureha and Kanade smiled as she watched while Sayaka and Lola cooed as the model recorded the whole thing on her phone, finding it too precious not to.

“Yoshi, what do we say?” Sayaka gently prompted her daughter and the little girl quickly got off her chair and ran towards Kanade, giving the girl the biggest hug her little arms can give, looking up at her big sister, amber eyes shining as she happily exclaimed. “Thank you, big sister!”

Thank you for the gift!

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sayaka miyuki #lola takahashi #kureha koizumi #yoshiko miyuki #kanade alarie #gift #omg I’m so sorry this is so late #fuck writers block #I hope you like it

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litterallywtf · 2 years

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A.N. I am writing this to practice my writing skills and to have fun!! I'm not very good yet, and my updates won't all be the same length or come at regular intervals, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

Certain things might not be exactly the same as in cannon, but I am rewatching the entire thing, episode by episode, as I go.

Any and all art is not mine unless explicitly stated so.

Also, tell me if you want this to turn dark, maybe some yandere???

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"Ah, shit, I gotta get to school!" She raced down the stairs, grabbing her book bag quickly, and exiting the house.

As she speed walked the path to her new school, she felt someone knock into her, causing them both to stumble and fall.

While trying to regain her senses, y/n heard a very high pitched voice apologize profusely above her. "I'm so sorry! K-Kawaii-chan wasn't looking where she was going!"

When y/n turned towards the person, she saw the most alluring girl, causing her to blush and stammer. "N-NO! I mean-what I meant to say was-" she paused, collecting her bearings and then sighing apologetically. Y/n heard cute giggles from the girl, making her embarrassed and strangely relieved at the same time.

"Don't worry! Kawaii-chan isn't laughing at you! I'm just glad you're not mad at me!" For a moment y/n wondered how anyone could be mad at such a beautiful meifwa, and then remembered this Kawaii-chan person must be waiting for her to say something... And then promptly remembered they were still on the ground.

"Ah, yeah, don't worry, I'm not mad.. But the ground isn't exactly comfy, sooo..." She looked away awkwardly, waiting for the girl to get up.

The girl jumped up, in a panic once again. "Kawaii-chan is so so sorry! Kawaii-chan swears that she didn't mean to make you lay on the ground like that!..." Now that she was off of y/n, y/n could see what the meifwa girl was wearing.

Y/n looked her up and down. "Hey, are you heading to Pheonix Drop High too?" As Kawaii-chan was processing this, and in turn looking her up and down, y/n got up, dusting herself off.

"Too?" She mumbled, clearly being blindsided by the change of topic. Suddenly, her face lit up, and she began speaking quickly. "Oh! Too! Of course! Kawaii-chan is making her way to school right now! This is Kawaii-chan's first year at highschool! What about you?"

"Woah, woah, calm down, yes, this is my first year..." Y/n paused for a moment, recalling why either of them were in this situation. "Ah! We're going to be late! Let's go!" She grabbed Kawaii-chan's hand and starting speed walking, almost running, to the school.

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The both of them stopped running, panting and out of breath. "What's up with you two?"

Y/n looked up, then to Kawaii-chan, seeing they both had no clue what this girl meant, y/n asked what she meant through the last of her panting. "What do you mean? We were almost late to school." The girl looked at them like they were silly.

"Uh, no? School doesn't start for another 15 minutes." She looked between them both, panting and a little bit sweaty, and then her mouth quirked up and she giggled a bit. "You two must be freshman."

The both of them blushed in embarrassment, y/n more so. "I am so so sorry for dragging you here in a hurry like that Kawaii-chan! I really did think we were going to be late!" She turned to Kawaii-chan, embarrassed in front of this girl she had a small crush-at-first-sight on. (A.N. more like crush-at-first-fall)

Kawaii-chan giggled cutely, looking and sounding like y/n's anime waifu dreams. 'She even did the thing where you hide your face behind your hands in the cute long sleeves!'

Y/n thinks she might have fallen in love.

"Kawaii-chan isn't upset, she's just happy she's here on time!" Kawaii-chan didn't seem worried or upset, so y/n let it go for now and turned back to their senior. "Hi, my name is y/n, what about you?"

Their senior replied confidently. "My name is Teony, you two seemed so out of breath, I had to see why you wanted to get to school earlier than you had to." She paused, looking them up and down. "But I get it now, you're cute little wet behind the ears freshman."

Y/n blushed, this time because she was flustered. 'Did a really cool upperclassmen just call me cute??' Kawaii-chan just seemed to take it and roll with it though. "Thank you! Kawaii-chan thinks you're very pretty too!"

"Aww, thank you. You should just hang around until the teachers open the doors to the school, see you later freshman." Y/n watched Teony go help another freshman who was trying to open the school doors.

Y/n turned towards Kawaii-chan, just to see she was already looking at her. Y/n scolded herself for getting flustered so easily, reminding herself how amazing and hot and smart she is. (A.N. It's not meant to be grammatically correct. It's a hyping yourself up moment.)

"So, Kawaii-chan, do you want to be friends?Also I know I just said it, but my name is y/n, and I'm excited to get to know you!" Y/n knew that being forward works best with making friends, so she made sure to be forward when talking to cute girls. (A.N. her only real focus.)

Kawaii-chan's face lit up, and she squealed excitedly, before grabbing y/n's hands in hers. "Of course! Kawaii-chan is excited to get to know you too!"

Y/n was happy that Kawaii-chan wasn't off put by her "resting bitch face" and blushed faintly before beaming at her. "I'm sure we'll be great friends!" 'And maybe more??' "Come on, let's go find some people to talk to!" Y/n lead her through the other students, looking for someone by themselves to introduce themselves to.

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"-and then he just ate it! No questions asked!" The group of girls they were talking to all laughed, shouting surprised exclamations. "No way!" Y/n shouted, before noticing the sea of students was starting to migrate towards the school. She turned, looking to see what was happening.

"Oh! Guys, the school is open, we should head in." They all turned to her, then the school, and they all made their way inside. Y/n made sure to stick by Kawaii-chan, grabbing her hand when they temporarily got shoved apart. "Sorry, you're just my first friend in this school, and I really want to stick by you." Y/n got nervous, always wanting to be more open and honest, but knowing she can come off as aloof, standoffish, and kind of hard to approach if she doesn't try really hard.

Y/n and Kawaii-chan smiled at each other, sharing a moment in their own little world. Y/n stumbles forward after someone knocks into her. "Sorry!" They run ahead into the school.

"Right. Let's go Kawaii-chan!" Kawaii-chan nods, pulling y/n ahead suddenly. "Let's go y/n-chan!" <------------------------------>

"Name?" "Y/n L/n." The teacher hands y/n her schedule, and she immediately turns to Kawaii-chan, wanting to compare schedules. "Kawaii-chan! Let's see what classes we have together!"

Y/n looked between their schedules, seeing they had three classes together! "Eeeee! Kawaii-chan is so exited! This means Kawaii-chan won't be alone today! Or ever!"

Y/n giggled, happy that Kawaii-chan was happy. "We should get to homeroom, we don't want to be late on our first day you know." And so they made their way to homeroom.

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"Sit wherever you want, just talk in whispers or I'll separate you and you whoever you're talking to."

Y/n and Kawaii-chan quickly grabbed seats next to each other in the back row. (To the right. Y/n is sat to right of Kawaii-chan.) "Mrs. Shelby's earrings are really cool.. Do you think I should ask her where she got them?"

Kawaii-chan looked back to the teacher, who was currently scolding a misbehaving student. "Maybe tomorrow, she seems kind of..." She turned back to y/n, giving a nervous smile ,"busy."

Y/n glanced at her, then back at Kawaii-chan, and nodded nervously. "I guess so, huh."

"Alrighty class, let's get into it." (She's going to be saying that a lot.) Mrs. Shelby walked away from the student she was scolding, to the center of the classroom. "Today we're just going to go over basic school rules and procedures, and then we'll head on over to orientation. Sound good?"

A couple of people gave affirmations, while the rest of the class stayed quiet.

"----??" "Here." "----?" "Present." "Y/n L/n?" Y/n snapped back to attention, calling out. "Here!" And them going back to staring in some random direction and zoning out.

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"Alright, let's get to the club social." (It's the orientation.)

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Y/n turned towards Kawaii-chan, wondering what club she might join. "Alright class, you'll go inside and look at clubs, make sure to mingle, and don't worry, the upperclassmen aren't going to bite." Mrs.Shelby looked across them all, making sure they were listening. "When the bell rings, head to the last class on your schedule. Today is the first day, so don't worry about anything else."

Mrs. Shelby opened the doors for them, making sure they all went in before closing them and walking away.

"Woah! That kid just got knocked out by a volleyball!" Y/n exclaimed in shock. Kawaii-chan looked to where y/n was pointing, seeing a boy on the ground, a short girl hovering and asking if he's okay.

"Woah. Those guys are really pretty." Y/n muttered. Kawaii-chan nodded, seeing who she was looking at. It was a brunette who just left, and this blonde. "Uh-huh.. Very pretty." They both took a moment to take in the luxury that is pretty people and then continued on with their lives.

'So many clubs...magicks..witchcraft..' Y/n continued to look around. 'Art..ANIME??'' She was a little surprised by that one, but continued to look. 'Theatre..LGBT CLUB??' Y/n was shocked and stopped for a moment, but continued looking. 'Writing...music..and track..' (A.N. These are the clubs that interested the y/n I'm writing, pick a club in the comments. If by the time I've started writing in the clubs, no one has commented, I'll choose.)

"Do any of these clubs interest you, y/n?" Y/n turned to her, feeling indecisive. "A few, but I'm not sure which one I want to join yet."

Y/n smiled at her, prompting Kawaii-chan to smile back. "How about you? Do any of these clubs interest you, Kawaii-chan?" Kawaii-chan thought it over for a second before responding. "I really want to join the meifwa club!" Y/n was only half shocked, Kawaii-chan did have that happy go lucky feel that most in the meifwa club had at her old school.

Y/n nodded to her. "Alright, let's go get you signed up for it then."

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Y/n tried, but she couldn't make up her mind, and by the end, she still hadn't joined a club. She did pick up the brochures for the ones that interested her, though.

"Kawaii-chan, we have the same last class, right?" Y/n pulled out her schedule and looked to the last class on her schedule. Kawaii-chan took her schedule out and held it next to y/n's. They huddled next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, to look at their schedules.

"Yes! Y/n-chan and Kawaii-chan have last period together!" Kawaii-chan exclaimed in excitement.

"It's.. Gym." Y/n said, looking to see what Kawaii-chan thought about gym. Kawaii-chan didn't seem to care, happy that she wouldn't be alone.

"Do we come back here after changing, or is it outdoors?" Y/n questioned, looking around to see what to do.

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The dragon story in full

To keep track of things for myself.

At first I could only stare at the beat up little creature that had fallen to the floor of my lair. It didn't look like the usual humans that fought their way into my home. No shiny armour to salvage, no sharp weapons glowing with magic edges, nor belts of shimmering liquids to give them new life. It was a strange little thing, wearing clothing of cotton and flesh, a stringed instrument strapped to its back.

I couldn't just leave it on my beautifully tiled mosaic floor, that was for gold and jewels, not stinky little humans. I considered picking it up with my great claws and depositing it elsewhere, but I found myself curious of this stubborn little wretch. Why in the many realms would it fight its way here, only to pass out at my gloriously clawed feet?

After a moment of thought, I took my human form. Shining ebony scales smoothing to soft vulnerable skin, glowing golden eyes dulling to mere whisky and honey coloured irises. Scooping the pitiful creature up, I carried my unlikely guest behind the many mounds of gold. I held them cradled to my warm chest, past my collections of shiny armours, weapons with magic edges, and shimmering liquids to a crystal and gold filled crack in the mountain. I'd stored the wonderous furniture I had acquired over the centuries there. Honestly, any dragon that claims they don't hoard soft squishy couches is a liar. Such a delightful creation of those foul little human beasts.

Settling the human on one of my less treasured settees, I stared at it. It's skin so grotesquely pale, marred with dirt and red marks from brushing too close to the stone. How could such sickly looking creatures survive.

Digging through its bags was of some amusement, I wont lie. It's always fun to see what treasures one might discover. A few worn gold coins to flick onto my pile, a small gem hardly worthy of being plucked, embedded in a band of copper. This one I kept on my finger for amusement. Some empty bottles that once held the shimmering liquids those insufferable knights used to keep themselves able. Though these bottles didn't smell as potent... I tossed them aside and let them roll among the crystals. Small portions of dried unpleasant food, and some basic survival equipment made up the rest of their belongings. The worn gold coins were the most valuable things this pitiful creature had.

Growing bored as it continued to sleep, I investigated it further. Pulling back its eyelids to see a strange blue, like the daylights sky. Its hair was delightfully golden, lightly coloured like bright morning sun upon white marble. Almost redeemable in tone... Perhaps its golden hair could prove a unique addition to my hoard. But what to do with the rest of the sickly looking thing... So distastefully pale. Like a fledgling without a mother to feed it, nor fire to warm it.

Humans apparently take quite awhile to recover, as its slumber stretched through the night. In my growing boredom, I cleaned up its wounds. Hopefully that would help speed its healing. I discarded of its ugly coverings, its dirty cloths and distasteful dried flesh. As an established dragon, I of course had many fine collections of various lovely materials. Not wanting to look at this repulsive creatures sickly body, I draped a sheet of embroidered silk over its form. Humans may be irritating, but their art was so lovely. So much easier on the eyes.

I was still lurking in my human form, taking the time to adorn my form with gold and silver, when the human let out a jarring croaking sound. Was it dying? My eyes rolled in irritation, of course it would wake to make such disgusting noises. Returning to its side, I knelt down to move its face, causing it to squeak in pain. It would almost be cute, if it weren't coming from such a scrawny beast.

"Awaken, you've rested long enough." I flatly informed it, causing its eyes to fly open. So strange, to see the skies in its eyes. The little beast scrunched up on the settee, looking around frantically.

"The dragon! Have you seen it?" Such a stupid creature. I stared at it, the brows of my human form raised in an unimpressed expression.

"For what reason? Do you fear it shall roast you alive? Eat you? Or do you believe you could attempt slaying such an immortal monster with your little stringed instrument?" I was honestly slightly amused by this little thing. Perhaps I had been inside my lair for too long. Its hands went to its back, then it grasped the silk to its chest while turning red.

"My clothes! Where are my clothes?!?" Were they embarrassed about their lack of clothing? I never quite got the purpose of them myself, I looked down at my own form, adorned in jewels and gold but no cloth, I considered the social implications that might be had when the human noticed. No great loss, my body was stunning. Rich vibrant tones of obsidian and the darkest topaz, brushed to strong muscles capable of great strength, yet with the softness of a mate perfect to hold warm at night. Delightfully ideal.

Compared to this sickly creature, I was a god. Perhaps they were ashamed to compare their body to mine? Something I could understand. I wouldn't want to present a frail body of bony, fish bellied flesh to a god either.

"Your cloths and dried flesh were distasteful. I graced them with the mercy of my fire." This human stared at me, its eyes looking into mine, then roaming my form. They turned an almost forgivably vibrant red upon spotting my vibrancy, obviously this creature was attracted to those of the male persuasion. Grinning was impossible to hide as I amused myself with its shame and embarrassment.

"You are the dragon..." The human stated with enough awe, I forgave the statement of the obvious. And perhaps abstaining from making a joke of how they recognized my form to that of my dragons.

"Indeed, I am. And you are a nasty little intruder who dared to pass out within my hoard. For what reason are you here?" I had to wonder, what would push this pitiful being to struggle through all the troublesome barriers I had placed to keep people out?

Strangely, the human relaxed upon my comfortable couch. Holding the silk close to their chest, they seemed to struggle with their words. Absolutely unprepared to explain themselves. While they tried to formulate their words, I sat upon the end of the cushioned seat. Ah, that vibrant red once again. That was far more tolerable to look upon.

"I wanted more." Were their eventual words. Once again, my brow was raised, but more so in curiosity this time.

"And pray tell, what caused you to believe you might discover that here?" What new legend was spun among the mortals now? Promises that I'd grant wishes? Rumours I'd share my riches if a riddle were answered? How lovely the rumour of my granting youth, beauty, and immortality upon mortals for a mere few gold coins had been.

Struggling again for words, the human began fiddling with their fingers while they thought, twisting them in disturbing manners and bending them upon each other in barely natural ways. Finding it unpleasant to watch, I set my hand upon theirs. Mine warm and strong, theirs cold and trembling. To my surprise, they ripped their hands back and jolted away from me. How dare a mortal deny my comfort! However, this time the human spoke before I.

"S-sorry! I don't like. I don't like being touched. No one can touch me." Their words were shaky, stammered. But my anger subsided, they weren't spurring me, rather they just disliked all touch. Bobbing their head as though the words were hard to say, their gold hair floating in light little fluffs . Something about their mannerisms struck me. They weren't like other humans, but I was unsure what was wrong with them. It was hard to make a comparison when I usually only held interactions with knights, leaders, royalty and gallantry.

I imagine I looked concerned as I stared at them, studying their movements. Their hands flitting about and their face red to the point of apparent discomfort. Their fingers curled and pulled back repeatedly, strumming an invisible instrument.

"You are strange, little human. For what reason are you here?" I kept my voice in a calm and even tone. For some reason, I felt as though I might scare this human, and strangely I didn't wish to do so.

Their hands flitted and tugged at the silk, they bit their lip and rocked back and forth a little like a hatchling soothing itself, further cementing my suspicions.

"I couldn't live with them any more. I used to live in the barn, with the animals, caring for them and learning medicine for animals, but they decided I needed to be married and start a family and I couldn't. I couldn't let him touch me, I didn't want to be married. I didn't want to live life as a mother and have to play wife to a man I have no feelings for. I didn't want to leave the barn or share a bed or-" Quickly spoken words, a flurry of panic. As they spoke they became more distressed. It was... Well, even though it was such a revolting little creature, I felt pity for it. Becoming so wrapped up and terrified by simply reciting their problems.

I began to consider what I was witnessing. The movements of their hands, their distaste to touch. That they had lived in a barn with the animals instead of a house with their own kind. How they either spoke swiftly in poorly connected sentences or slowly in carefully constructed and clumsy words. How they bobbed their head softly, and rocked themself for comfort.

It became clear to me, this human was what their kind once called changelings. The ones they refused to accept as their own. Humans born with strong connections to animals, many with aversions to sounds and textures, to their own kind even. Once, I asked a fey about these myths. Offended by my question, the fey told me that the humans simply disliked that they could make children so different from themselves, and lived in such a way that tortured these beings. On occasion, the fey would take pity on these "changelings" and take them away.

Now I was presented with a decision as I stared at this sickly creature. If it were to only now be presented with marriage by its kind, then it must have recently become an adult. Still quite young... A young lady fearing for a future where her life was not her own. A changeling among those who did not understand her, living in a community that made her suffer to such desperation, it sought a dragon for sanctuary.

And if I were to grant it? Care for it, provide it home, warmth and food? Allow its pale sickly form to reside alongside me as it regained its health? What was I to gain? Very little... But I had nothing to lose either. And I had grown rather bored with my quiet home as of late. I was watching this human, staring down at her hands, twisting her fingers and causing me to wince.

"Wait here." I instructed them, leaving to my piles of treasure to both think and fetch something. I knew where everything in my great hoard was, and soon I returned with a spherical astrolabe of gold and fine design. Her sky eyes were confused as I held it to her hands.

"You cannot keep it, but you may try twisting its parts about instead of doing so to your fingers, you're going to damage your hands." She took the navigational tool with trepidation, but took to it like a hatchling to a flame, twisting it about and visibly relaxing as she watched its parts move. With the human calming down, I found myself able to do so as well.

"I am unsure what to do with you. Unsure of what you want, however you may stay here while I decide what I wish to do." She looked up at me again, relief clear on her face. I retrieved her bag from beneath the settee and tossed it beside her. She had food for now, but I'd have to hunt for this creature now.

"I suppose you will wish for clothing, you expressed distress upon your loss of your material. If you do not wander from this area, I will retrieve some items for your comfort. But I cannot stress enough, do not leave this area. This crack within the stone is safe for you, I do not wish to see you wandering my treasures." Her enthusiastic nod was encouraging, and again I left her to rest upon my treasured squishy couch.

Over the centuries, I have collected many different treasures. I easily found what I had in mind, a carriage I had plucked from a road to a castle. A rather glorious carriage of nacre, the gold sidings were what had caught my attention but I adored the way it shone. I had left the luggage upon its roof, but I knew what was within the great cedar chests. I love digging through things after all. Dresses suited for a princess, shoes, grooming equipment unsuitable for hair as glorious as mine. I had only taken the jewellery from the chests, leaving the rest there as organization.

Retaking my great form, I seized the carriage in my wicked claws and flew back to the crack, setting it down between the piles of gold that hid the split. I took my human form and fell to my feet, easily grabbing and dragging the carriage into the crack while the human watched in awe and curiosity. Seeing my strength, my impressive form, I had expected her to express fear. Her reaction was a surprisingly pleasant change of pace, and I brought the carriage nearer the settee.

Showing off a touch, I jumped onto the roof of the carriage and grabbed the chests in turn, tossing them down with ease. Once I was down again, the sickly human was on her feet. Moving clumsily with the silk wrapped around herself. She threw open a chest and stared in surprise at the preserved clothing, silks, gossamer, lace, embroidery, velvet, satin. I knew it was extravagant, they had sent three well trained knights to retrieve it. They roasted well within their armour.

I found myself smiling as she dug through the clothing, neatly placing it around herself in folded piles while humming happily. Unlike the naive idiots the fey had described, she seemed simply easily pleased. Not simple minded, perhaps emotional and impulsive, but it made sense for her to be expressing her happiness in sound. Us dragons do similar. The fey are just easily annoyed by anything that isn't themselves. Some may consider it rude that she didn't immediately express gratitude for my efforts, but her humming and demeanour spoke volumes.

While she sorted the clothing, I studied her messy fluffy hair. So fine and delicate, unlike my thick hearty mane. Perhaps this is the type of hair those grooming supplies were meant for? She settled on a velvet dress, struggling to get it onto her form.

"Hold still, I'll touch only the cloth." I informed her, and surprisingly she obeyed, allowing me to pull it down over her head and correct the arrangement of it. There were fine little latches in the back, which I quickly fixed up as she adjusted the sleeves. It fit large upon her, meant for someone who had their health about them, but it delighted her. Rubbing little circles upon the soft velvet, she gently swayed side to side.

"It's lovely" She hummed after a moment, looking over her shoulder to me with the warmest smile for such a cold creature. I felt my heart heating up, and I decided. I'd protect this human. I could use some company, and she was so much calmer than those who came in search of fight or gain. I resisted the urge to smooth her fluffy knotted hair down, smiling in return.

"I take care of my guests, my dear. Now tell me, what is it you plan to do while you are here?" She paused in silence as she thought of that, fingers picking strings that weren't there. I nudged the astrolabe to her, which she instinctively scooped up to fiddle with.

"I didn't think I'd get this far. I assumed I'd die before I made it here. Either way my problems would be solved..." Since when had humans gained the ability to sound so... introspective? To hold such deep wells of pain? It was such a shame she'd come to that conclusion, but alas she was safe in my care now.

She listened quite well to my requests, staying within the crack of the cave. Not fiddling with my things without permission, nor attempting to clean my belongings. Occupying herself by playing her little stringed instrument and singing nonsensical yet beautiful words.

Her first conscious night was pleasant enough. She had taken to the carriage, so I let her have it as a personal space. All ladies need their personal space, dragon or human. After exploring the inside, she had discovered a way to prop a plateau up between the seats, allowing her to rearrange the cushions and turn the whole inside of the carriage into a bed. Such a clever little creature my human was.

Of course, I was right about the grooming supplies being for hair such as hers. With her permission, I had spent hours meticulously untangling her knots of fine hair, brushing them out until they fell like fine silk. Every time my hand brushed too close to her skin, she'd twitch and cringe a little, prompting me to assure her she was safe. Was this response a result of her being a "changeling" Or had she been abused by her own kind? If it weren't a sign of discomfort, I'd find it endearing...

Her hair was of such an unusual texture, I came to wonder where this human had come from. Surely a great distance to look so unlike the ones I regularly saw in settlements around my home. Their skin like a young fawns sandy fur, their hair thick as mine, many with energetic curls and kinks. Was this pale human in such a state from neglect? Or perhaps an unusual birth, I'd known dragons to have fledglings never growing into their colour, staying pale as though sickly despite decent health. Perhaps she was like that. Strange inside and out.

As I adjusted to her presence, I came to learn more about her. I had assumed her weak upon our first encounter, but she had proven to have quite a great deal of strength for a human. Claiming it was from working with animals, she didn't struggle replacing the ceder chests atop the carriage. Honestly I found myself rather impressed. She told me stories of delivering foals, of carrying injured sheep great distances, and climbing rough cliffs to find lost goats. Such a vibrant human, with a great love for the animals in her care.

Encouraging her to explore the small crack I allowed her to reside in, I wanted her to feel comfortable in my lair. I watched in amusement as she immediately flitted over to my collection of enchanted books and scrolls, all neatly organized upon the most elaborate shelves I could acquire. Her fingertips ran across the magic braced backs of the books, her excited hum matching her smile. When she found a book with the silhouette of a cat upon it, she tenderly pulled it out and opened the pages, flipping through those of only words to find the pictures within.

"The drawings! They look so beautiful! In the books the I saw, the pictures were simple skeletons of animals with their form outlined to help me learn, these pictures look like someone loved these animals!" Finding her glee infectious, I stood near her side and looked upon the book, recognizing it as one used by the rare humans with magics.

"This book is about familiars, animals that are bonded to a human. They're far more intelligent than their average counterparts, and work with the humans to advance their magic abilities." Explaining my cursory knowledge to her delight sadly assured me she could not read the words. The title of the book was simply "familiars". Had no one taken the time to teach this young lady how to read?

"You may look through the books as you please, however I must request you be gentle with them." Those eyes of sky were bright as a morning without clouds, teaching her to read would surely open her world so much. Why did I find myself aching so terribly to teach her? For what reason would I wish to trouble myself for her benefit alone? Her happy hum as she returned the book to its place answered my question. I had become lonely, and this wretched little creature had somehow nestled in my home.

"Some of the books contain stories, would you like me to read one to you?" To offer my time to her, my energy and attention. She had no idea how lucky she was. She nodded in excitement, her fingers once again plucking invisible strings. A habit I noticed when she felt great emotions, typically excitement, glee, stress, or her little bursts of energy.

"Yes please! I haven't heard a story in so long!" Such a sad statement, all creatures with minds and memories need stories. Stories seasoned the soul, sharing teachings and emotions. Dragons love to share stories, stories of acquiring odd items, or terrorizing kings. Stories of history, of family so old they no longer existed in this world. Such a pitiful creature, to live without stories. Selecting a book, I gestured for her to return to the settee she now used as a designated spot. Always gravitating back to where she first woke.

Once we were both comfortably seated, I began to read to her. Watching her hands flip the astrolabe out of the corner of my eye as she listened. I read her the story of a wolf who wanted nothing more than to live in a warm house on the mountain. But every time the wolf built its house, increasingly strange events would destroy its house. Each house would become stronger, more clever in design, more elaborate. Until finally, the wolf built itself a castle that even a great king couldn't conquer! Only to be slain by the greedy king who wanted it for himself, sneaking into the castle like a coward and slaying the wolf in its bed.

She hung on every word I spoke, paying much more attention than any human I had ever met. Eyes focused on my mouth as I spoke, expressionless until the end, when she became quite upset, twisting and bending her fingers until I patted the astrolabe.

"That poor wolf... All his hard work, but he doesn't get to enjoy it." She was so upset for the wolf of the story, I couldn't help but find it endearing. A human who cared about more than themselves and what they could take.

"Yes, the wolf suffered in the end, but he learned so much along his journey, and made something magnificent before he died." This didn't seem to comfort the human however, and she looked down at her hands in thought. Curious of what she was thinking, I gave her a moment to formulate her thoughts before I asked.

"What do you think of his legacy?" She looked to me with sadness in her eyes, like a fledgling hearing a disheartening story.

"The wolf died alone, no one will know he built the castle except for the greedy king, and the king doesn't care. The wolf doesn't get to be remembered as clever or skilled, and no one misses the wolf. That's so sad. To die so lonely." Her words were unexpected. I had expected her to be upset at the injustice of the wolfs death, or of the wolf not getting to enjoy the fruits of its labour. Perhaps anger at the greedy king even. But no, she simply felt pity for a lonely creature. Perhaps that spoke more of herself than the story I had read.

Setting the book aside, I offered her my hand. Knowing she didn't like touch, I gave her the option. Comfort among dragons is physical, I was offering the best I could at the moment.

"You're right. The wolf was probably very lonely, alone in its castle and alone at its death. Now you can remember the wolf, so the wolfs spirit doesn't have to be alone." My words comforted her, and with a fair bit of hesitation, she placed her hand upon mine. I was still surprised by how cold she was, but she pulled away soon after and wrapped the silk sheet around her shoulders like a cape, looking out at the mountains of treasure.

"Are you like the wolf? Alone in your treasures?" I watched her in contemplation, her thoughtful expression honest and gentle.

"A king will not slay me." was my answer. To which she leaned against my shoulder, resting her head with a soft sound of comfort.

"I'm glad." She hummed, remaining in that position. My heart warmed, she had felt comfortable enough to rest upon me. A great deal of trust from this creature. I stayed still for her sake, looking down at my newest treasure. I wouldn't be like that wolf. I was no longer alone in my castle.

My little sickly creature was taking so well to her new life. I'd been trying to find tasks to entertain her, imagine my amusement when I discovered she adored polishing silver. So much of my silver had became tarnished, and the reward of making them shine again brought such joy to her. Not to mention how much she loved her repetitive tasks, and detailed work.

I had been shining up a silver bauble with spinning little parts for her when she noticed my task. She watched my hands working, at first I thought her entranced with how dexterous my fingertips were with the fine details. Once I finished shining it up however, she held out her hands in request and I set the now gleaming toy within them.

"You made it shine so brightly! How did you do that?" Her sky eyes looked up at me with excitement, fingers already flipping and spinning the rings of the strange device.

"You know how dust settles heavy over time, and turns to crust? A similar occurrence happens to metals, I've used a polish and brushes of various textures to remove that crust and restore its gleam." Her attention went to the various jars of polish I had on the cluttered desk, each one varying in ingredients to provide steadily finer finishes or slightly different purposes.

"Can I try?" So much excitement in her request.

"You have hands that work, so I suppose you can." I teased her warmly, returning her dull little ring to her. She looked surprised upon seeing it again, but switched her attentions quickly to the polish. I had slightly different polish forcopper than for silver, but once I showed her how it worked, she took to it like a fledgling to a flame. Polished ring now finished, with every tooth that held the meagre little gem to its band now sparkling, she presented it to me.

"You've done an admirable job, you have skill for it." I praised her, to which she pulled her hands back, then thrust them back out with the ring.

"I want you to keep it. For your treasures." Her words surprised me, her only little treasure (I hadn't returned the coins) And she wanted to give it to me. Of course I accepted, it would be rude to do otherwise, and slipped the ring up one of my empty braids, settling it on the thickest part to keep it from falling.

"I shall treasure it always." She turned such a lovely red at my words, scampering off to find something to polish.

Since I'd shown her how to polish the silver, it had become her favourite hobby. Of course she still enjoyed learning her letters, and spent a great deal of time drawing the shapes with chalk on the floor and walls. To the point the crack was filled with little three letter words. But shining up my treasures brought her smiles just as bright as the silver. I allowed her to leave the crack, only as far as she could go without losing sight of it, to retrieve dull items. Once shining again, she placed them on my desk so I could put them back where they belonged.

Gathering new items, my little humans footsteps danced around just out of my sight. I was lounging on a couch, lazily considering a nap, when I heard her scream. Already on my feet and running, I ignored her rule of touch to pull her behind myself, which she accepted. Apparently I had earned the right to touch her in emergencies.

"What happened?" I asked in more of a growl than I'd intended, looking out around us for any signs of danger. My teeth were bared, pointed fangs and sharp canines forming in place of the human illusion. She held up her hand, a small bite mark on it beginning to bleed. A tunnel goblins mark, my warning system. Horrid little creatures that fled at any sign of danger and often scuttled across my hoards, creating noisy slides to alert me someone was in the final chamber before my first room.

Worry gripped me, another visitor, but now I had something more fragile to protect. I didn't wish for her to witness a fight, or rather a murder. Such an unpleasant business, as routine as it had become for me.

"Go into your carriage, lock the doors, don't come out until I come get you." Her sky eyes were filled with tears as she nodded, holding her hand to her chest as she ran off to the crack. How she had made it through all the challenges to get to me I couldn't fathom. To dodge all my vicious little monsters with nothing but a stringed instrument upon her back.

Storms of anger lifted my wings from my back, my form growing, to magnificent height, shifting into my larger proper shape. Great claws scrapped the tiles as I took flight and met the intruder at the first entrance, my gold eyes filled with the promise of death. My snarl reverberating in the tight space of packed gold.

"Stupid human, what makes you think you may enter my home?" I seethed with more rage than I had in decades. I had more important tasks at hand!

"I have come with a gift from a mighty sorcerer, prepare to meet your end, beast!" Wonderful, another fanatic simpleton armed with magic, challenging me. I didn't have time for this, my poor little changeling was injured! Opening my mighty jaws to roast this irritating creature alive, I was stunned to feel something pierce through the the top of my palate. It was driving upwards, piercing my flesh with a freezing poison.

Fire erupted in the hottest plume I'd breathed in centuries. I let out a mighty roar and shook my head, trying to get the sword to dislodge. It stuck in my mouth, freezing cold spikes radiating from it. I left the burnt remains of the wielder on the floor, fleeing back to the crack. Unfortunately my claws were not meant for removing swords, the primitive weapons never breached my glorious scales, but inside my mouth? I couldn't fit my massive form into the crack, so I laid down beside it. Trying to shift my forms didn't work, the blade only pushing deeper as I tried to shift.

Pain and discomfort were clouding my mind, along with the anger at someone using such a ridiculously sleazy tactic to gain the upper hand. I started trying to wrap my tongue around the blade to pull it out, but spikes on the guard dug into the muscle with cursed magic.

My angry grunts and hisses must have worried my little changeling, as I felt her hand upon my chin. Freezing in place, I stared down at her. When had she approached me? She was touching me of her own free will? Without time for me to protest, she stepped into my great maw. Every muscle of my body was tense, my golden eyes wide as I processed what was happening. No! She did not belong in my mouth!

I tried to push her out gently with my tongue, which earned me a disgusted shriek and a smack to my gums. Pushing forward, she grasped the guard of the blade. I could feel my cartilage trying to move with her until a searing pain filled my mouth. Clattering metal told me she'd thrown the sword out, and now she was holding some form of cloth to my wound to slow the bleeding.

This time, I succeeded in forcing her out of my mouth with my tongue, shifting to my human form and kneeling in front of her. I kept my head down, hand in my mouth to stop the blood. Why wasn't the wound healing?

"What happened?" Her soft voice questioned. She knelt down in front of me, the skirt of her dress soaked in my black magic blood. Not wanting to speak much with my fingers in my mouth, I let out a soft sigh and let my head droop more. Sword removed, I could relax now. It had been so brief, such a short period of time from her scream to my injury, I was worried it might be too much for her.

Receiving no verbal answer, she hummed softly and looked around, wanting to help. Spotting the sword, she dragged it over and set it between us.

"It's magic, right? That's how it hurt you? Your fire scorched it. It's all blackened now, you're still stronger than it." Was she... She was trying to give me a pep talk, thinking I was sad from being injured, and not simply in pain? Her odd train of thought in this situation made me chuckle. Yes, the changelings and their inability to understand emotions properly. Understanding them to a degree, as though through a warped lens.

"Never change, little thing." I tried to say, my words coming out oddly from my thumb holding the blood in. I started to laugh at how absurd I sounded, my laughter putting her at ease.

"You make no sense, let me go fetch a healing potion from your pile." Those shimmering liquids, she knew how to use them. I nodded to her as permission, and she took off running. Seeing her sprint to fetch medicine for me, I chuckled some more. How had I ended up with an nasty little sickly human caring about me so much? My precious little changeling.

Upon her return, I stared at the bottle in trepidation. Would this concoction even work on a dragon? Alas, what had I to lose? A strange wound was refusing to heal, a strange solution could be the answer. I drank the bitter liquid, shuddering as the last grainy scum of it slid down my throat. To my astonishment, the wound patched over immediately. I smiled at her, fingers clear of my mouth.

"Such a clever girl, that did the trick!" I praised her, so tempted to ruffle her fluffy golden hair. She beamed with pride, cradling her hand to her chest in such a fashion I realized she had forgotten of her own injury.

"Lets get you fixed up now, did you grab a bottle for yourself?" Her silence answered my question, prompting me to get up to my feet and stretch.

"I'll go grab it for you, no need to worry."

"Thank you"

She was the one who deserved thanks, I'd give it to her in abundance later. When I returned with the bottle, she had shifted back to her usual settee, her designated spot, and was trying to wipe the blood from her hand onto her skirt. I sat beside her and offered her the bottle, which she promptly drank. She seemed to face no issue with the bitter flavour, a surprise as they fey had specified how changelings often struggled with foods of strong tastes.

Hand healed over, she wiped the blood away one last time, then stared at her hand in confusion. curious, I glanced at the bite to see each little tooth prick had turned black, like a tattoo almost.

"How strange, their bites don't fester..." I commented in confusion, tilting my head. "We'll keep an eye on it, do you feel alright?"

Sky eyes blinked as she regained thought and nodded.

"I feel better than alright, that was a strong potion. I feel like I could lift the carriage!" She laughed, earning a chuckle from myself.

"Good, I'm glad. Please don't try to lift the carriage, you might hurt yourself." Her fingers strummed their invisible strings, and I smiled truer than I had in awhile. Reaching down to grab her astrolabe, I was surprised to feel her hand settle on my shoulder.

"Can you turn into a dragon again?" She asked in curious wonder. Handing her the device, I tilted my head.

"I suppose I could do so, for what reason?" I was already getting up and stepping out into the open. She got up, pausing when the blood soaked dress clung to her legs. I recognized that expression. Bad texture. I smiled and flitted my hand at her.

"I shall do so, go change your clothing, you're a mess." She took off gratefully to go change. I shifted my form and laid down next to the crack, closing my eyes and I curled up in comfort. I had spent quite a long time in my human form with her, it felt nice to be myself again. All snug with my tail wrapped around myself-

I opened my eyes in surprise and moved my head to look, she had a pillow and blanket with her and was climbing up onto my tail. She sunk into a nook between my tail and my arm and settled in, looking quite comfortable where she was. Tucked up against my warm smooth scales...

"You couldn't cuddle with me as a human?" I asked her teasingly, but she just patted my tail and nodded.

"Yup. Feels strange."

"Laying upon a dragon feels normal to you then?"

"More like comfortable. It reminds me of the barn."

"Many giant lizards in your old barn?"

"Shush" She hummed out a soft hush and snuggled in, peacefully relaxing against me. I felt at peace as well, tucking my head back down and taking a deep breath. This was nice. I could be myself around my little changeling, and apparently she could do so around me as well. When her breathing turned into soft little snores, I let the peace settle over me. Now was a good time for that nap.

Having been nagged to go outside and get some sunlight, she finally agreed to go explore the strange forest that topped the mountain of the dragons home. Always hidden in clouds, the forest of thick spiny coniferous and bushy green deciduous trees had an eternal fog about it. Damp, and slightly cold in some places, but with an eerie energy pulsing in the air. No human dared go there, but she'd always dreamed of it when looking up the mountain from her village.

Dressed in a sleek white fur coat that buckled down to her ankles, she felt cozy and snug during her exploration. Perhaps a little too warm actually, but she promised her friend that she'd take care of herself while out and about, and that meant keeping her coat on. And not climbing every tree she thought she could scamper up. He'd be rather upset if she came back covered in scratches and cuts.

Unable to keep from laughing in excitement, she climbed a huge mossy boulder and looked around. He'd wanted her to get some sunlight, but it was so dark here! Between the fog and the heavy canopy of trees, there were few beams of golden light struggling to meet the forest. Gathering her location, she spotted what looked like a light through a winding deer path and hopped off to follow it. Perhaps there would be some pretty wild flowers growing in the light, or something else of interest!

Light boots crunched damp forest earth on the path, twigs and old leaves trampled by animals. The closer she got to the light, the more excited she became. Having been in the cave for so long now, she actually missed the sun a bit. Breaking into the brightly lit round clearing brought a smile to her face. It was as though the fog dared not dwell in this space, the grass short and soft, patterned with rings of moss and mushrooms, flowers freely throughout it all.

Careful to avoid the rings within the circle, she stepped out into the light and raised her arms, feeling the warmth of the sun making her light fluffy hair warm with a glow. Soft laughter left her as she reached for the sky, she'd have to bring him here to enjoy this light and space!

Before she'd finished enjoying the warm glow, she heard something that made her tense in fear. Sky blue eyes focused, arms going to her neck to a whistle she'd been given as protection. Somehow, a stranger had gotten to the centre of the clearing while she'd been distracted, standing in the middle of the smallest ring of mushrooms. They were dressed in a light flowing dress barely suited to be a night gown, definitely ill suited for the shifting cold and shade of the woods. Unnatural pink hair like a wild rose, strange shocking sky blue eyes much like her own, and skin as pale as a newborn piglet.

"Oh dear, are you lost?" The strange woman questioned in a sing-song voice that sent shivers up her spine. "This isn't a place for humans, darling. This is the land of strange creatures, of fairytale monsters and scheming wretched beings." How ominously this strange woman spoke, setting off the alarms in her head.

"No, I'm not lost. I wanted to avoid the other humans, it's quiet here and I enjoy the peace." Her hands weren't cold, but she fidgeted with her thin gloves, tugging at the shiny beads sewn to the tops of them. They'd probably come off if she weren't careful, but she dare not reach for the shifting pendent in her pocket.

"A human that dislikes other humans, how strange. How did you even get this far into the forest? Humans never get past the first ring of the tree line." Their voice was so smooth and creepy, unnatural and lulling. As though the stranger of the woods were trying to soothe the visiting woman to sleep. Considering blowing on the whistle, she felt nervous of this situation. She didn't want to rely so heavily on her friend, but this stranger felt so wrong. They weren't acting like other people did, speaking so strangely.

Having studied people to try and fit in with them, she was well aware of the little nuances this stranger was missing. Not trying to force eye contact, not closing the distance between them. Speaking in strange tones. Granted she struggled with the tones of voices, but the tones this stranger was using were more suited to when people were saying cruel words or telling stories to scare others.

"My friend brought me up the mountain to go outside, so my village wouldn't find me to take me back home. My friend lives in the mountain, he flies up through the forest a lot." She tried to explain herself, why she was there, that her friend was possibly nearby, or could fly overhead and see them. Finally this stranger started closing the distance, or so she thought at first. They were stepping from the circle to others, using paths through where the circles crossed. Slowly weaving through the clearing, working their way closer through an insipid dance of turns and twists. Did they memorize that unnecessarily redundant path?

Her boots shifted, shiny beads and pearls reflecting the vivid grass. She wasn't within the circles, somehow she felt that it would be safer that way. But her instincts weren't usually right when dealing with people. She grew nervous as the stranger closed in on her, swallowing her nerves as the first bead popped off her glove.

"A flying friend? Are you perchance friends with that giant lizard of fire that dwells within the mountain this forest rests upon? Such an odd being for a silly little human to befriend. What makes you so special, I wonder? Maybe your strange eyes, they are rather uncommon among the humans these days. Or your thin flat hair like dried grass. That isn't seen among the humans very much anymore either." They were too close! The stranger was far too close! But to move away would offend them, people always got offended when she moved away from them. Her brows knit and she ended up taking the gloves off, twisting them like wet rags.

"We-we're not friends because of how I look. He let me stay with him when I ran away from home. I wasn't comfortable at home, they wanted me to marry a man and leave the barn and live with him in his home and I didn't want to, so I ran to the mountain and found my way inside and he took me in. He cares about me, he doesn't talk about how I look. I'm not strange, I look different but that's okay. My mother looked different too." Her words were pouring out of her, nervous and needing to defend herself. Explain herself. Raising their brow, the stranger leaned in to them, the space between them mere inches now.

"Pl-please step back, you're making me nervous and saying rude things about me!" At that particular outburst, the stranger stepped back, hand going to their chest in shock as they gasped.

"Me? Rude? How dare you! I was simply wondering why you're so special to a dragon of all beings!" Their pink hair seemed to fluff up like an irritated cat, eyes narrowing and lips arching in a silent snarl. Her heart was thumping wildly, whatever this non-human creature was, they were mad at her now! But instead of smoothing things over, she knew her next words weren't well chosen the second they left her mouth and not a moment sooner.

"I don't know who you are and you're talking about me like I'm a freak. You're in my personal space, I can feel your breath on my face, and now you're snapping at me! You're very rude and I don't need to listen to mean people when I don't even know them!" Well shit, that'd definitely explain things to and calm down the stranger. Sarcasm. Explaining her feelings almost never fixed the situation. Steeling herself for the strangers reaction, she found herself surprised when the stranger merely huffed and crossed their arms, moving away.

"I don't mean to accuse you of being a freak. I simply meant to say that your appearances are no longer common among your people. But it appears humans are not your people. The way you torture those gloves, it's obvious you're not like them. Tell me, do they call you a changeling?"

Changeling. She remembered that word! Her friend had mentioned he'd learned the word from a fey, about how it used to be a common accusation for strange humans like herself. Humans that didn't fit in, whose hands never sat still and eyes never made contact. But that meant she was talking to a fey, and that was dangerous. Immediately on higher alert that she thought possible, she tucked the gloves into her pockets and started twisting and tugging her fingers with vigour.

"Why should I tell you anything, you haven't even given me your name yet!" Her eyes went wide. That was... She hadn't really planned what she was going to say, but this was perfect! Words the fey used! She remembered faintly from the few stories she'd overheard over the years.

"You have not given me your name either. They call me Cipher." The fey introduced themselves with a polite little bow. Biting her lip, she had to confirm.

"Your name is Cipher then?" She asked to an irritated glare.

"Yes I just told you that, now give me your name. "

"Thank you for giving me your name first." She giggled, energy bursting within her as she realized she'd actually won! She never won battles of wits! She always said something wrong! Always fucked up somehow!

"Wait, did you just… how did you..?" The fey was sputtering now, the pupils within their sky blue eyes shifting to slits, their hair parting and curving upwards until it hardened into two large horns. Their skin went a deathly white, like a cloud on a bright day.

"No I didn't, you asked me what my name was- I-" She shook her head, her smile as wide as a kid on Christmas.

"No, I said you hadn't given me your name. You thought I'd said it the normal way, but I said it your way!" She giggled cheerfully, shifting her weight from side to side, rocking with excitement. Looking pissed off as hell, the fey shook their horned head and tried to grab her, unable to reach past the edge of the circle.

"Listen, you little brat, I swear to your god-" Ohhh that was the angry tone, she held up her hands to stop the fey, her own sky blue eyes wide with adrenaline.

"You're being mean again. I've heard fairy stories, you're mad I took your name. I'll give it back if you promise me a favour. But I don't want to get into trouble or have any big problems, I was just scared you were going to trick me, and I know I'm easy to trick so I had to do it first." Now the fey looked dumbfounded. This changeling barely knew how the fey worked, knew only small stories, but called themselves an idiot and said they'd completed the feat of tricking a fey because they were scared??? Granted the fey had been off guard because they thought this woman was an idiot...

Slowly breaking into a grin, the fey nodded. They had been beat, this time, but they could work with a changeling who didn't know much.

"Alright. You mention this to no one, return my name and never speak it, and I shall give you one favour to be called in when you're ready. As well as a means to call me. Does that sound fair to you?" She smiled happily, seeming surprisingly relaxed. Dangerously relaxed.

"Only if I can tell my friend. I'll make him promise not to tell anyone else, but I tell him everything." Huffing, the fey reluctantly agreed, figuring this idiot wouldn't make the deal without that condition.

"It is agreed then. You renounce all rights to my name, and give your word that you will only tell your friend and no one else, and I shall return the deed with a favour, to be called upon when you're ready. As well as a way to reach me." She nodded to this and reluctantly offered her hand.

"We shake on it." A human custom, but it counted as well as ones word. It was a humans way of giving their word. Shaking on the deal, the fey glared at the woman before smoothing their horns back into hair.

"When you need me, draw a circle and stand in the centre. Speak my name so that no one might hear, and I shall come." Nodding, she turned around to leave, before pausing and looking back at the fey.

"The town elder called me a changeling, but my mother protected me from him. He was scared of her. If you weren't so dangerous, I'd be happy to have another friend. But you're mean and sneaky. If you ever decide to change that, friends don't hold favours over other friends heads." Leaving at that, she followed her exact path back to where the great dragon had dropped her off. A huge hole in the forest that fell into darkness, the entrance to the cave for the dragon. Telling him this story would be so exciting! But she didn't think she'd ask to explore the forest again. Gaining an extra name was lucky, the next time she went in, she might lose one. Far too big a risk.

She blew the golden whistle and peered into the darkness. It was time to go home.

Rainy season storms kept the intruders at bay. The main hold of the hoard was sparkling, water beading on gold as it fell from the opening high above. Silver ribbons streamed in little rivers between the mounds, draining through the lower caves and disappearing into dark cracks. A peaceful mix of sounds, soothing her mind as she sat on the elevated ground of the home crack and scribbled her words on smooth stone.

Learning fast, she was mostly working on perfecting her legibility. She remembered the letters and words quite well, but her hand just couldn't make the shapes small or precise. The calming nature of the practice was nice though, coupling well with the sounds. Laying on an oversized ottoman was the dragon, playing with the tassels that decorated it. A being of fire, he wasn't fond of the rain. It was cold and wet, it made him shiver and tarnished his precious hoard!

"Oh how I loathe this weather. How can you enjoy this cacophony of noise?" Looking up from her work, she smiled with a hint of a giggle to him.

"It sounds nice, I like how gentle it sounds, and the raindrops sounds like music. Drip drip drop, drip drip drop" She sang cheerfully, rocking from side to side with a rhythm only she seemed to hear.

"It sounds lovely coming from you, but I can't quite say I'm fond of the real sound." He grumbled, blowing a little puff of smoke between his lips in frustration. "I wish to go for a flight, but in this dreadful storm I'll surely find myself a victim of wretched weather." His long gold filled braids jingled as he rolled over. Spending so much more of his time in his human form, he'd been steadily adding more gold to his hair over time.

Setting the chalk and dusty cloth she'd been using down, she stretched her body up. Bare feet pattered across the chilled stone as she made her way over to him. Never being a fan of shoes, she'd refused to wear them with her newfound freedom! She'd even swept the small sharp stones aside to keep her feet safe in her new home.

"You go flying a lot, I want to try it." She was nervous but excited, feet bouncing as she pulled up a (gold) embroidered chair and popped down. He looked up to her with a raised brow, tilting his head curiously.

"You wish to go for a flight? Humans aren't meant for the skies, my little changeling. I wouldn't enjoy seeing you fall from my back. If I had to catch you with my claws, I could cause you injury." Nervous fit his words, but he was far more than that. Scared even. He couldn't imagine causing his little flightless friend to get hurt. He'd grown far too fond of having her around, fond of her even. He dared say he cared for her.

"What if I wasn't on your back, and I had a safe pouch or saddle to ride in?" She had been thinking about this, about making a pouch to strap around his great giant neck. Something like a harness with a pocket.

He stared at her as though she were stupid. "You wish to do what? A saddle upon such a great beast such as myself? I am no horse!" His indignation quickly melted when she shrunk back into the chair and looked down in shame, tugging at her fingers.

"My apologies, little changeling. I'm not mad at you. I'm not upset I promise you. I'm shocked is all. Surprised that a little human would wish to create a saddle and ride a dragon of all things. You're quite the strange little creature." Looking back up, she nodded, a hint of a smile returning to her with the assurances she wasn't in trouble.

"We can measure your neck and I can make a giant strap to buckle around it! Then if I tie a pouch to it, I can ride in it! It'll be safe!" Her excitement shifted to hand flapping and head bobbing, thinking she had come up with a perfect solution. Such a cute little thing, his strange curious changeling was. To her surprise, he chuckled and sat up, naked form shivering from the cold air licking his skin.

"Goddesses blast it, why must the very air be so cold?" He wrapped his arms around himself and pouted before he continued speaking.

"We dragons already have pouches, my dear. We use them to carry our fledglings and gold when we fly. I'm not certain it would be safe for a human, but with some clever craftsmanship and careful planning, we could create something to make it safe for you." Sky blue eyes lighting up, she reached forward to happily grasp his hand for a few seconds before shifting to sit next to him on the ottoman.

Briefly holding hands was her version of hugs, and the fact that this little changeling who couldn't stand her own mothers hugs would choose to hold his hand was enough to warm his skin from the inside. Smiling warmly, he tilted his head to her. Warmth erupted inside him once more when she gently nudged his head with hers. She'd taken so naturally to the mannerisms of dragons. Especially as she grew more comfortable with him.

"Can I see your pouch? So I can start planning?" She asked excitedly, watching the gold sway in his hair. A chuckle left him, eyes of honey and whisky looking down at her.

"I promise I shall show you the moment the lair warms up. All of this water running through my home, I'd rather stay in the warmth of the split, cozy among the crystals and couches." Nodding in agreement, she looked out of the warm sub cave, glowing yellow crystals that exuded heat kept the cold at bay. Outside was cold, grey. The gold glittered faintly with dulled tones. It was lovely, but from a distance.

"You know you would feel warmer if you put on some clothing, right? Laying around naked is cold." Having found a warm furry white cloak in the trunks, she had been wearing it while writing her words. Lifting it off her shoulders, she went to lay it over his. He shrunk away like a child, leaning to the side.

"Stop squirming away! Put the cloak on!" Amusement was clear in her voice as she crawled around the ottoman chasing him with it.

"No! My glorious form is worthy of the gods, I shan't hide my beautiful body just to-" Surprising him by jumping on him, she put the cloak over him. Almost immediately he stopped squirming, eyes momentarily glowing gold before he calmed down.

"You're sitting on me." Quiet shock from the dragon.

"The cloak is warm, right?" Hummed the changeling, happily.

"Very." He snuggled into it, eyes closing in peace.

Surprising herself, she stayed sat upon him, smiling down at him, looking at all the pretty little gold bits in his hair.

"White looks so strange on you, you only ever wear gold." Having taken her moment, she slipped off him and sat next to the dragon. Tenderly, she shifted one of his braids, running her thumb across the gold band. A warm smile settled on his face, enjoying the attention.

"Perhaps I shall fetch some clothes of bright shining sunlight, so as to not look strange to you." With a smile on his face, he puffed a little flame out to impress her.

"You can get normal clothes, you're the bright shining sunlight." Not flirting at all, but it was the first thing to come to her mind. Shifting to lay next to him, she pulled an amulet out of her dress and started tracing the swirly patterns with her thumbs. Music of the rain filled the silence around them, the occasional clink of the amulets chain grabbing the dragons attention. He looked over to her fluttering hands...

Sound faded away, the world went silent as death. Her hand... Where the wretched little goblin had bit her. The black marks where the teeth had pierced were spreading in webbed veins across her hand and down her wrist. Breaking the rules, he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his face, ignoring her immediate attempts to pull away.

"It's gotten worse, when did this happen? Why didn't you show me?" Her tugging got harder and a displeased noise left her. Releasing her hand, he sat up and looked down at her. Squirming, flapping her hands and frowning intensely.

"It doesn't hurt." She insisted in discomfort, withdrawing. Shit, he'd only made things worse. He went to speak her name, to scold her, only to freeze as he realized. He didn't know her name. He'd just been calling her changeling, human, little one.

"I don't know your name." He spoke in shock, hand hovering over her, desperate to comfort her, hold her, make sure she was okay. He'd been working so hard to make his little changeling happy, and he'd never even gotten her name. She didn't answer him, laying there in silence and fraying his nerves.

"Please my little changeling, tell me your name." Pleading was no shame, wanting to know about her as though that might fix this problem. Frowning to his request, she turned on her side away from him. Tugging her fingers and making them pop uncomfortably.

"I don't want to." The chill in her voice rattled him, he'd really fucked up.

"Please, my little changeling. I don't wish for you to be hurt. I don't know if this is hurting you. I only wish to help you. Please. I wish to know your name. I wish to help you. These markings on your hand are not normal. Magic is dangerous for humans." His hand hovered over her, then settled on the space adjacent.

"Please darling. Let me help you." Pleading still, he dug his claws into the ottoman in frustration.

Finally she gave in, not liking to leave things hanging.

"I don't like my name. I want a new one. My hand is okay. It doesn't hurt, I don't feel weak." So upset, he'd upset his little changeling so badly and it was all his fault. Shifting the cloak back onto her, he eased his claws free of the material and moved away. Some space might help calm her. Looking out at the water streaming by, he sighed deeply.

"Go rest in your carriage, little one. We'll speak about this when you feel better, okay?" He felt so cold now. He'd fucked up so much. Moving to get up, she hugged the cloak around herself. Hesitating before moving past him, she returned the cloak to his shoulders and scampered off to her carriage. A small sign she still cared for him. It was a relief, and he held it close to himself for comfort.

Water continued to echo through the caves. Standing, staring out at the silver ribbons, he sighed deeply. His poor changeling. What was he going to do.

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monako-jinn-stories · 3 years

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Ahh thank you all for 104 followers! In honor of this mark, I am posting a little Wolffepack fluff.

Also, check out this amazing art that I requested from @three-fold-symmetry

They’re just so cute🥺 the Wolffepack is my favorite battalion by far (besides my OC battalion, of course)

This is also my first attempt at a gender neutral reader, I thought it would be better to represent all my followers!

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A Visit from the Wolves

Wolffepack/Plo Koon X Gender Neutral Jedi Reader

It had been a long battle. The men of the 104th were tired and dirty. They were also hungry, having not had time to eat for the three days the fighting had lasted. Even Plo Koon was as exhausted as his men, having fought by their side the entire time.

“Har’chaak,” Wolffe said, causing Plo to look in his direction.

“What is it, Commander?”

“We need to refuel, General. We don’t have nearly enough to make it to Coruscant.”

“Hmmm. What is the closest planet?”

“Dohbar,” Wolffe responded after looking at the map. He perked up slightly when he said this. “That’s where General Jinn is from, isn’t it?”

“Indeed it is. I’m sure we would be welcome guests there if we stopped by. Y/n might even try to throw a party for us, if they are there,” Plo chuckled smoothly.

“Should I tell the admiral to head there?”

“Yes, Wolffe, please do.”

“Yes, sir,” he nodded before going to find the admiral, a new skip in his step. Plo smiled under his mask, thinking of how excited the rest his troopers would be when they saw you.

You were sitting in your garden, enjoying the nice sunny day when you saw the Venator slowly fly into view. You recognized it as Plo’s and jumped up excitedly at the unexpected visit.

“Plo!” You said as you burst into the hanger, seeing him and his troops exit the ship.

“What are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you, I’m just surprised!”

“We were running very low on fuel and I thought it would be nice to pay a visit to your home. You know I haven’t been here in a while,” he replied smoothly.

“Yes, it’s been far too long. And how’s the big bad Wolffe doing?” You tease as you glance behind Plo.

“Not too bad, General Jinn. Just a bit tired, that’s all.” You brought your brows together as you saw the bags under his eyes and the slight hollow to his cheeks.

“When was the last time you all ate?” You questioned.

“About four days ago,” Warthog said as he approached you.

“Four days?!” You nearly shrieked. “Maker! Go, take showers. All of you smell. Yes, even you, Plo,” you said as he gave you a look. “When you’re done, dinner will be ready.”

“Ah, you don’t have to do all that just for us,” Sinker said.

“Quiet, Sinker. Let them do what they want for us!” Boost said while giving his brother a look. You laughed to yourself at the boys. Boost loved your cooking, and he clearly wasn’t going to let his brother take away his chance at having more of it.

“Go on,” you said, shooing everyone away, Plo staying behind to talk to you. “I said you too, Plo.”

He chuckled to himself before he pulled you into his grasp. You sighed contently at the warmth emitting through the force.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you mumbled into his chest. He hummed in response as he traced your back with a talon. You stood quietly in his embrace for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort of having him back with you.

“You still smell,” you joked as you pulled back slightly, looking up at where his eyes were covered by his goggles.

“I believe I recall you saying you enjoy my scent, my dear,” he countered playfully.

“Yeah, when you don’t smell like this. Now go, take a shower. I need to cook for your troops.”

“Whatever you desire, my dear,” he said before resting his forehead against yours. This was you little way of kissing, as he couldn’t exactly kiss you. You placed a gentle kiss on his antiox mask before pulling out of his arms and heading to the kitchen.

“Kriffing… Hells… Maker…” Boost said as he shoveled his food into his mouth. “General Jinn, I swear you never fail to make the best meals.”

You laughed as you watched him scarf down his plate, Sinker side eyeing his brother.

“Glad to hear it, Boost.” He gave you a thumbs up before he reached to get seconds. Plo sat beside you, fondly looking at all his men as they filled themselves up. The smell of soap and shampoo was overpowering, but you didn’t mind as long as they were happy.

“How’s the 17th been, General?” Wolffe said from Plo’s other side.

“They’re doing well. Sans still hasn’t forgotten the drink you promised him.”

Wolffe chuckled before responding. “Well, tell your commander that he better be ready to go out when I get back to Coruscant. I’m dragging him straight to 79’s.”

“Not until after the mission debrief,” Plo casually commented.

“Of course, sir,” Wolffe said.

“How was the mission?” You asked, glancing at Plo.

“It went well, my dear. It was a long few days of fighting, but in the end we were able to overcome our enemy.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” You left the question of casualties alone. You could tell by the actions of some troopers that they had lost some close brothers. Instead you decided to talk about casual things. Well, casual for clones, such as what new weapons they’ve been wanting or new strategies to test out. Once everyone finished eating, you all agreed to go to an empty room and watch a holovideo. Half of the troopers piled onto a couch, squeezing until they were all elbows in ribs. They of course stuck you in the middle, making sure you were surrounded by their love. The others sat in front of it on the floor, sprawled out in a multitude of positions.

The only person awake at the end of the holovideo was Plo. He looked up from his spot on the floor to see your new position. He smiled when he saw how comfortable you were with his boys. You had moved so you were sideways on the couch, legs draped over Sinker’s lap as you leaned into Boost’s chest. Your arm hung down to loosely rest around the little Wolffe who was sitting in front of your spot on the couch. You moved slightly in your sleep, face nuzzling deeper into Boost’s chest, causing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer. Your legs also shifted in Sinker’s lap, and he gently placed his hands on top of them. Wolffe moved so that your hand would be in his hair, and in your sleep you began to gently run your fingers through it. Plo smiled a massive grin, though it was mostly hidden by his antiox mask. He took out a cam to capture the moment before he went to leave the room.

“Buir?” He heard a rough and tired voice call. He looked back to see Warthog covering a yawn. He waved Plo back over, moving so that he could have a spot on the couch between him and Comet. Plo’s heart swelled even more for his Wolffepack. He quietly made his way back over and settled down, Comet and Warthog both immediately snuggling up to his side. He heard a small giggle and looked over to see you watching him. You gave him a smile before closing your eyes again, falling back asleep surrounded by Plo’s Bros.

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callme-barnes · 3 years

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A Lesson in the Art of Seduction

*GIF does not belong to me!*

Summary: You love the way Bucky sounds when you’re making him fall apart. So after a night out, you decide to put a little plan into action to fulfill one of your fantasies.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,310

Warnings: SMUT (possibly poorly written), oral sex (m! receiving), IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ only!

A/N: Again, 18+ only! Minors DNI! Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it should stay on Tumblr. Idk what the title is that’s the hardest part of this writing stuff! This is my first time ever writing smut of any kind. I’m surprised I was able to get it out on screen but I’ve had this idea on my mind all day so I guess that’s why I was able to finish it. Again, I’m not thinking much about posting this so I won’t back out so all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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If there was one thing about James Buchanan Barnes, just one thing, that you could enjoy every single day for the rest of your life was the way he sounded. The way he grunted after lifting something heavy. His gasping for air when he came back to the apartment from a run. The moans and groans in protest when you needed to get out of bed in the morning for work but he wasn’t quite ready to let you go just yet.

And then there was the not so PG version of those delightful sounds.

The grunting when he seated himself inside of you after a short dry spell when he went on a mission. The gasps you pulled out of him when you were riding him like you might never be able to again. The moans and groans he presented to you when he was fucking you into the mattress. Him fucking you was something you wanted until the day you would die to be honest. The power you felt you held, to be the reason the ex Winter Soldier was falling apart at the seams, was the best thing to have in your true opinion. It's a power you liked to take full advantage of, as well as test out every now and again.

Which brought you to this very moment in time. You were hardly the type to be jealous. It was a promise you made to yourself after a young life full of jealousy in partners. The feeling you had within you right now was not one of jealousy exactly, but more playful curiosity. You were both returning from a public Avengers event, a little earlier in the night than expected but the feeling you were feeling just couldn’t wait. It bubbled to the surface when you watched an investor get a little too close to Bucky. It seemed like the more their conversation went on, the closer she got and the more hands on she decided to get.

When you made your way over to them to join their conversation, the woman pulled out her card, handed it to Bucky and walked away, probably wanting to keep that mystery working for her. You remember the move well, it was what you used on Bucky when you first met him. You smirked to yourself when you approached him, him reiterating what the woman spoke to him about and you nodded in acknowledgment, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes, sending him a knowing look. A knowing that only you knew what was going to happen tonight, and he had no idea what was going to be coming to him.

Bucky had walked up to your apartment building and unlocked the door before stepping in and removing the jacket he had on, you following close behind him.

“Who would’ve thought these functions would start to become a monthly occurrence”

You laughed as you set your bag down on the counter and slipped off your heels, “Yeah well you are a part of the team. The rich people gotta know who their investing in after all”

Bucky reached out to you and hugged you to his chest, the gesture making you even more ready to show him exactly what you were all about. Just before he reached down to press a kiss to your neck his pocket began to vibrate. He let out a small groan, one of those cute little frustrated groans that you loved hearing from him so much. He reached in and pulled out his phone and answered, his face lightly exasperated. You heard a woman on the other side and you smirked a bit to yourself, realizing it was the woman from the party.

The plan you had to begin the night was in rotation, thanks to not only your scheming, but Natasha’s willingness to help you. Before you left you asked for the assistance from the super spy to get the woman from the party to give Bucky a call. You left Bucky’s side, his lips turning down into a frown as he began to hold a conversation, although it was very clear to you he would rather start doing something else.

You made your way to the room, slipping off your jewelry and letting Bucky drop his guard a bit. He had to be completely oblivious in order for you to get the reactions you wanted to get from him, and you were more determined than ever to get him to be vocal tonight. You knew he wouldn’t look at any other woman the way he looked at you, but tonight you wanted to just show him exactly why that was. You wanted him to fall apart, and you wanted to be the reason he did.

After about 5 minutes, you walked out to the living space seeing Bucky had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and was sipping on a beer, sitting down on the couch as he continued his conversation. He looked up, giving you an apologetic look since he wasn’t supposed to be exactly working right now. You smirked a bit to yourself as you sent him back a reassuring smile before you pushed yourself away from the doorframe you were leaning against.

You maintained eye contact with him as you swayed your hips and made your way over to the couch. Bucky’s eyes watched you very closely, the way your hips moved and the way your legs looked in the dress you were wearing made his body react and you knew that. You made your way behind him, the sofa back separating you from him as you reached your hands to his shoulders. You began to massage his shoulders a bit, your fingers kneading into the thick muscle that was present there. Bucky let out a soft sigh in response, leaning back and enjoying the actions you were making. You leaned over to kiss the side of his neck as your hands slipped down from his shoulders to his chest, your lips now traveling up to his ear.

“Pay attention to your phone call Bucky, let’s not be rude”

The tip of Bucky’s tongue flicked out against his bottom lip as you made your way to stand in front of him, his eyes roaming down against you once again. You smiled at him before you ran your hands down the front of your body, making your way down to your knees in between his parted legs. Bucky made to sit up before you moved to press him back against the sofa again.

“I’m sorry can you hold for a second…”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he pulled the phone away from his ear, “What do you think you’re doing pretty girl?”

Your hand trailed down his chest, to his abdomen and continued its way down until you reached the tent that was fully formed in his dress pants, the hitch in his voice like music to your ego.

“Just being productive while you're preoccupied. Shouldn’t keep her waiting, finish your phone call James”

Bucky muttered a quick ‘fuck’ under his breath before he pulled the phone back to his ear, “I’m really sorry about that what were you saying?”

You maintained eye contact with him as you popped open the button to his pants and unzipped him, your other hand resting on the thickness of his thighs before making its way to release him from the confines of his briefs. His thick cock sprang free, slapping him lightly on his lower abdomen as your eyes moved from his face to the entire reason you were down on your knees. You sent him a smile, taking him in your hand and bringing him to your lips, the way his abs tightened making you more than excited to continue.

Bucky’s free hand reached down to caress your cheek and made its way up into your hair in anticipation. Your tongue reached out and began to lick at his dick slowly, taking your time to really map out where it was that made him shiver and clench up. You gave him that sultry look between your lashes and you could’ve sworn you saw his soul leave his body as you leaned up and took him into your mouth. You took your time, working on the tip of his dick before you felt you had him on edge enough to take him further into your mouth towards the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck...shit”

Bucky’s hand tightened into your hair, not quite pushing you down just yet but just holding onto you to keep him grounded in a way, “Sorry I was...I dropped something”

You internally laughed as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand fisting and pumping at the rest of what you weren’t quite ready to bless him with yet.

“No I don’t….I don’t think that would be a problem”

Bucky sounded breathless as he spoke, the way he was trying to maintain control was cute to you, but you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him. You wanted him breathless, and you wanted to be the reason why. You kept your pace, jerking him off and sucking him as he continued his conversation. When you felt he had gotten too comfortable controlling himself you removed your hand and pushed your head down to take in the rest of him down your throat, gagging around him in response. Bucky quickly jerked up in surprise, causing his hand to hold onto your hair tighter and pressed you down in the process.

“Shit! Holy fuck”

His hand reached to the back of your head as you sped up your head bobbing, now taking it upon himself to push you down against him and letting his hips meet you halfway into your mouth. You looked up at him again to gauge his face and holy fuck you were sure you were going to cum with how he was looking. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and in that tiny grin that you loved seeing on him because it meant he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bucky twitched in your mouth, the beginnings of his orgasm coming when you suddenly slowed down your movements, wanting to keep him on the edge for as long as you possibly could.

“No I just...fuck I’m going to have to call you later. I’m sorry”

Bucky quickly hung up and through his phone behind him, his other hand reached over to join his grip on your head, causing you to let out a moan in response.

“Shit you’re such a bad girl baby. You like me watching me struggle to stay together don't you? That shit turn you on?”

You let out a hum in approval at his words as you sped up once again, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth and your gagging getting less prominent the more you took his dick down your throat.

“Shit sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking cum. Want me to cum down your throat? You want this don’t you?”

Bucky grabbed onto your hair and pulled you completely off of him, making you gasp and look up at him as he leaned over and pulled you to meet him halfway, meeting you to kiss you roughly. It was all tongue and teeth, your hands rested on his thighs and your core pulsing in anticipation.

“Tell me. Tell me you want it”

He pushed you back down to your position as he took himself in his hand and pumped himself in front of you, making you whine with how hot he sounded to you right now.

“Fuck I want it. Give it to me Bucky please. Please I want it so bad”

Bucky smirked as he stopped pumping himself and pushed you close to him, you taking the hint and taking him completely down your throat once again, “Then take it baby. Fucking take it. Oh shit yes just like that Y/N”

You let out a moan, swearing that if it weren’t for Bucky’s hand in your hair you would think this was all just a dream. Bucky allowed himself to moan, a string of ‘oh shit’ and ‘fuck’ coming out of his mouth. Soon it turned into just your name, over and over again, causing you to grind down to receive some sort of friction, any type of friction. You felt Bucky pulse and tighten in your mouth before he released, the sound of his moans and gasps making you grind down a bit harder. His hand tightened in your hair as you continued sucking him off until he was spent, and even a little after that.

“Shit Y/N, you gotta...gotta stop baby”

You couldn’t help but continue, just for the simple fact that he wanted you to stop. Bucky moaned and grabbed you, pulling you off of him. You let out a small gasp for air as he pulled you off and you sat back on your heels, just watching him recover from your actions. His chest was rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, his hand running through his hair before looking up and over at you. You sent him an innocent look, but the smirk that you sent him was the complete opposite. Devilish, sexy and a little bit mischievous.

“Shit Y/N you....I don’t know what all that was about, but I’ve got a feeling you had that planned somehow”

You smiled and shrugged, “Just had to prove a point to myself”

Bucky let out a groan and smiled before he moved over quickly grabbing you and standing up. You yelled as you wrapped your legs around him and laughed as he made his way over to your room, “My turn now you little minx”

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felix21im · 3 years

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"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x reader fanfiction

As an Art and Design student all you want to do is just knuckle down and finish that one goddamn piece you've been working on for months. Too bad your time is constantly stolen by your Waiter job with minimal pay, but hey, at least the tips are good if you unbutton your shirt that one more time.

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Chapter 1: Bourbon

“That’s gotta be moved over like two inches to the left.” You muttered to yourself. Your eraser ran across the sketches and removed the pencil lines that you had created earlier. Studying interior design was one of the best ways to secure you that internship you’ve been working so hard for.

“Yoo hoo!” A whistle was heard from beside you, your fellow colleague and best friend tapped you on the shoulder, pulling you out of your study-induced trance. “You’ve got another table to serve. They literally just sat down so make sure that you greet them.” You let out a sigh, laying your latest drawing to the side. On the way to the table you check your hair in a mirror before putting on a smile. You can see two middle aged men talking while looking at multiple files placed on the table. You walk toward them. "Good evening, is there anything I can get for the two of you?"

The larger man with the shorter hair began to speak for the both of them. “Two bourbons please.” He said simply.

“Will they be with ice?” You ask, beginning to write down their drinks order on your small notepad.

“Yeah I’ll have ice in mine please.” The one with longer hair requested with a polite point and a smirk. The other man simply shook his head at the question of ice. You smiled at the two of them as you turned around. A few minutes later you return with both of their drinks and put them in front of them, being careful not to spill anything over their work-stuff. They both thank you with a small nod before you go around to your other tables. A few hours pass and people come and go but these two men still sit at their table, talking, drinking and taking some notes. You went over to their table a few times that evening to refill their drinks or bring some small things to nibble on, but you couldn't find out what they were talking about. It seems that as soon as you went over to them they changed the subject. “A super secret mission.” You chuckled to yourself as you stood at the bar, packing your study materials away. You can’t clean a bar with books and paper all over it.

While cleaning you heard someone clear their throat and you looked up. In front of you stood one of the men, the one with longer hair. “Oh my, excuse me. Can I help you with anything?” The man chuckled lightly and looked at the mess in front of you. “My friend over there and I wanted to get another drink before paying. But it seems you are quite busy here.” You looked at the mess and then at him and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking him out. It seems he noticed it, but didn't say anything. “I’m sorry for that, it won’t happen again. I’ll deliver your drinks to your table right away!” The man nodded and went back to his friend, sitting directly opposite them but also facing the direction of the bar. You let out a small sigh before putting the books away and preparing the drinks for the men. The man never said what drinks he wanted but considering the two of them have only been drinking bourbon, bourbon was a good choice. Before starting you tightened your apron, greatly exaggerating your waist, although you could barely breathe you knew that it made you more attractive to patreons. The patreons liking you equals more tips. While making the drinks you made sure to add enough ice in the second drink, so they just might forgive you for your behaviour. As you placed the two glasses on your serving tray you noticed the long haired man give you a small smirk. You went to their table once more and put the beverages in front of them while smiling at both of them. You also left a bill on the table before heading back to the bar, the echo of your shoes making you feel anxious as you walked, causing you to begin holding your tray in both of your hands in front of your stomach. On your way back you heard one of the men say something, which made the short haired one shake his head. You were wondering if they talked about something you did but didn’t want to be rude and ask them about it. It was pretty late already so only a few other people were still at the restaurant. You wanted to get home at some point that night so you hoped that the last guests would be leaving soon. Just as you thought that, you saw the two men you were serving get up and leave the restaurant. Before going through the exit door the man with longer hair looked back at you and gave you a wink. You let out a small laugh and shook your head. You went to the table they left from to clean up and collect the money. You noticed a small note with something written on it. A phone number, you realised. “Call me ;)” was written beside it. You looked around and put the piece of paper in your pocket with a light smile on your face. That smile quickly turned into a shocked face though as you noticed a massive tip laying next to the bill. You didn't even know what to do, so you just stood there looking at the money. As you looked at the flurry of green bills you could hear footsteps behind you and soon your coworker stood next to you, also looking at the money.

“Well, someone seems to like you”, they laughed “Maybe those apron and shirt tricks you do work too well.” You shook your head and left your coworker standing there as they chuckled at their joke.

A little while later the restaurant was empty thanks to the closing hours, and you cleaned the last tables. But before you had the chance to leave as well, you saw the door opening once again. “I’m sorry, we’re closed!” You looked up and saw the long haired man standing in the doorway. Other than just his hair you could instantly tell it was him, the fancy suit helped a lot. “Did you forget anything? I actually think you left too much money when you left with your friend.” You picked up the cash that was placed in an envelope under the bar and began to get the money out of it. “I can give it right back to you, if that's why you came back.”

The man shook his head and slightly chuckled. “No, the tip was meant to be like that. I was actually wondering..”, he stepped closer toward the bar you were standing at. “..Why didn't you text me yet.”

You had to laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I didn’t have the time yet because I had some work to do and you left that note like ten minutes ago!” You chuckled yet again. “Trust me I was going to call you!”

Now it was his time to let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, I'm sure you would have. Anyways, now that I’m here again and it seems your work is done, how about we get your favorite drink together?”

“I mean we are closed…” You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms over your puffed out chest. “But I’ll let you get a drink this one time.” He seemed satisfied with that answer so he sat down on one of the bar chairs, followed by him tapping the empty space next to him. “At least let me make your drink before I sit down!” You playfully rolled your eyes and began pouring liquor into a shaker. You noticed him looking at his phone after receiving a message from someone. “Someone at home is missing you already?” You asked jokingly as you placed your fruity, yet strong, favourite drink on the bar.

He shook his head. “Not at all. Just my.. Colleague asking what I'm up to.” He put his phone on the counter. You went around the bar and pushed a glass towards the man and sat down on the empty stool beside him. “I never got your name. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smirked as he took a sip from the drink. “Not bad.”

You chuckled as you pointed at the name tag that was attached to your shirt. The man looked at you dumbfounded. “Well, this is awkward now. Doesn't seem like a fair trade anymore.”

“I’ll just hope that you were being respectful and you didn’t want to look at my chest.” You winked and couldn’t contain your laughter as you did up the buttons on your shirt, hiding the “money makers” as your best friend would call them. The man looked at your chest for a moment as you did up your buttons before quickly looking away. You could see his face get a little red, although you weren't sure if it was a reaction to what you just said or the alcohol finally showing effect. He cleared his throat and seemed to want to change the subject. “Ehem..the name’s Leon S. Kennedy, by the way.”

“Ooo S. Kennedy huh? Am I going to have to guess what the S stands for?” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you talked.

“Go for it.” He laughed and took another sip of the drink.

“Uhhh… Steven?” A head shake. “Sam?” A no again. ”Sexy?” A chuckle but still a no. “Ugh I give up!”

“It’s Scott.”

“Scott, huh? Sounds kinda cute.” You laughed as you looked at Leon and then the clock behind him. “Even though we haven’t spent much of an evening together we’re going to have to call it quits, I have to lock up now.”

Leon turned around to look at the clock. “That’s a shame.” He turned back to face you. “Y’know I’ve got some drinks back at my place if you’re interested.” He raised his eyebrows as he asked for the date to continue.

You thought about the offer for a moment, you didn’t have any classes in the morning so maybe it would be fun. “Wine?” You asked and he replied with a nod. As the two of you stood up from your stools you quickly paced around the restaurant making sure everything was perfect. The lights were off. All of the switches were off. And finally the security alarm was turned on. You shuffled Leon along as you left the restaurant, making sure that he wasn’t trapped in there when you locked the door. “Alright, that’s everything!” You placed your keys into your work bag and slung it over your shoulder. As the two of you walked to the parking lot you looked down at your phone and secretly texted your roommate saying you were going to be out much longer than anticipated and that your location was being shared with them. Just in case.

Leon fished his keys out of his pocket and tapped a button on the car keys, causing a nearby car to light up. With the size of that tip that Leon left an expensive black sports car belonging to him shouldn’t have been a surprise. “Woah! What car is this?” You asked, not knowing anything about cars apart from the fact that most of them have four wheels.

“It’s a Porsche Nine-Eleven.” He replied. “It’s my favourite.”

“Your favourite? Meaning you have multiple cars?” You questioned. “Can I borrow one? I don’t even have a car.” You chuckled as you opened the door to the luxury car. Leon chuckled too as he got into his seat and tapped a few buttons on the dashboard. The entire car began to roar as it’s engine was turned on, making your entire body shake. Making your entire body heat up. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” You asked.

He chuckled. “It’s because your heated seat is on. I can turn it off if you would like.”

As the car traveled you looked out of the window and when turning to your left you noticed that the lights in the car softly lit up Leon’s face as he drove the car. Showing off his sharp jaw and slight stubble.

After a twenty minute drive you step out of the car onto the gravel driveway and you hear the stones crunching underneath your feet. Leon walks up beside you and leads you up the stairs to the front door. Reaching into his front right pocket he pulls out his keys and unlocks the double doors, allowing you to walk through before he did so too and then close the door behind him. “Woah! You have such a cool house!” The large modern chandelier reflected onto the marble flooring in the entryway. Leon kicked off his shoes and pushed them over to the side of the wall, prompting you to do the exact same. “You have no idea how much I hate these shoes, they are so uncomfortable, especially when you wear them for twelve hour shifts without sitting down.”

“Why on earth do you wear them if they hurt you?” He asks as he takes off his jacket, hanging it up on a coat rack beside the door. He reaches out his hand to take off yours as well, to which you respond with a smile. You turn around and he carefully takes it off of you, followed by him then placing it on the coat rack next to his own.

"I don't have much to choose from when it comes to clothing. Just in general our work uniforms aren't really the best of the best."

Together the two of you went into the kitchen and you sat at a bar stool, leaning on the counter. As you waited for Leon to fix you up a drink you noticed just how empty the house has been so far. “Wow it’s quite empty, going for the minimalistic vibe huh?”

Leon shook his head as he placed two wine glasses down on the counter, both with ice. “I just haven’t gotten around to decorating this place yet.” He poured both glasses full and sat then leant on the counter in front of you, placing your drink next to your hand. “I mean I’ve only been here for like 3 years but I’m a busy man.”

You picked up your drink and almost dropped it after hearing that response. "Three years? You must be reaaally busy if you didn't have time for at least some decoration. What are you doing all the time anyway?" You took the drink and a small sip before standing up with it still in your hand. Leon looked at you kind of confused, but following you nevertheless. You walked around the kitchen, then the other rooms. You were talking nonstop about the stuff Leon could put on the walls, the floor or just anywhere really. He couldn't even say anything because it seems you were in your own world already planning the entire interior design of his house. Leon was following you through all the rooms as if he was actually visiting you and not the other way around. While planning the designs for Leon’s home you realised just how excited you were to do this officially as a job in the future. Creating your own interior design company and being your own boss was something you had in mind ever since you were a child. After who knows how long you both finished your drinks and also the house tour. You ended back at the kitchen where you started and both sat down on what seems to be the only chairs in this humongous house. Leon went away for a few seconds before returning with yet another bottle of what appeared to be some expensive wine. “You’re not just trying to get me super drunk so you can kidnap me, right?” You asked him jokingly, but also slightly worried. After all, what were you doing here in a complete strangers house?

“If I was going to kidnap you I would have done it already, buttercup.” You gulped but shrugged it off after looking at Leon, who smiled at you. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad being kidnapped by him. He's got quite the nice home after all. Leon stopped you in your thoughts as he handed you a glass of wine. "It's really good, trust me. Nothing against your favourite drink, but still very tasty." You took a little sip from the wine and looked at him with big eyes.

"Wow. This is actually really good. I've tasted many different brands of wine but never one like this. You do know your stuff, huh?"

He let out a small laugh which also made you smile. You didn't know if it was the alcohol but you suddenly felt really hot sitting so close to this handsome man. "Anyway, what are you doing besides working at that restaurant? I saw some school books at the bar earlier, were they yours?"

You nodded lightly. "I'm currently studying Art and Design but I needed some money to even afford all that stuff. So that's why I ended up at that restaurant." He looked at you, maybe even a little sad. But maybe you just started imagining things.

"You don't have any family that supports you or anything?"

You shook your head. "That's kind of a difficult topic. My parents aren't really what they used to be after.. well, let's just say some inconveniences." You took another big sip, showing Leon that you didn't wanna talk about it anymore. Even though he wanted to ask, he stopped himself before ruining the whole evening, or well, night. You sighed and looked at him. "On our tour I think we missed the bathroom. Mind showing me the way?" He nodded and led you through the house. As you were in the bathroom Leon went up to his workroom and picked up an envelope. He went downstairs again and hid the filled envelope in one of your jackets' pockets. After a while you rejoined him in the kitchen looking really tired. "Leon, I don't wanna sound rude but I’ve had a long day and I think I really need some sleep. Do you mind calling me a taxi?" He saw just how tired you were so he didn't try to make you stay any longer. He grabbed his phone, called you a taxi and gave you some money for it.

You wanted to decline, but Leon didn't want to argue so you had no chance but to pay with his money. "I brought you here in the first place so the least I can do is pay for your ride home", he said. You both then went to the entrance where Leon helped you put on your jacket. After that you both sat down outside on the stairs waiting for the taxi to arrive. Neither of you said a word, but it wasn't a weird silence, you both really enjoyed each other's company and after a few moments of sitting on the cold stairs a car arrived. Leon brought you to the door and you told the driver your address. You gave Leon a small wave as the taxi began to drive off...

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bobohu4eva · 3 years

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Pink Lace - Preview/Chapter 1

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

Master list

“Looking good tonight Candy.”

You rolled your eyes, frowning.

“Thanks Dave.”

Having your manager check you out every time you clocked in was one of the less fun parts of your job.

You didn’t clock in to make any kind of hourly pay, and your real name was definitely not Candy. As a dancer at a gentleman's club you made your money on a pole and in private lap dance rooms, but it’s whatever pays the bills, and as a college student being able to make over a thousand dollars a week working just two nights was worth it.

After checking in, you went back to the dressing room to check your makeup and outfit one last time and grab your money bag before heading back out to get your night started.

Saturday nights used to not be your favorite, but they had been for a few months now because of one customer. The first night you met him, his friends had dragged him in after getting dumped to cheer him up. When you sat down with the nine of them you already knew it would be a good night, judging by the *quite* expensive VIP booth they’d bought.

Your first impression of him wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, having met plenty of relatively good looking guys while working at the club and being quite used to groups like them doing birthdays or bachelor parties.

They were a fun group, and you found yourself actually having fun as they bought you rounds of drinks and perched you on their newly single friends lap.

That night his friends bought him a private room with you, and he’d been back to see you again every Saturday night since.

Baekhyun always arrived pretty early in the evening so you sat yourself down at the bar and made yourself look busy while you waited for him to show up. Tonight you were wearing a matching lace lingerie set along with a new pair of clear heels, and your hair straight down your back. With your nails done and your favorite perfume on to top it all off, you felt sexy as hell. On weeknights you didn’t try as hard, but on days he would be there you always made sure to put in a little extra effort to look as nice as possible. You told yourself it was just because he payed you so much, so you wanted to look your best. But you’d have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you wanted to impress him. Baekhyun, especially compared to other customers, was quite attractive. Having him fawn over you and compliment you always made you feel good.

You feel a tap on your shoulder followed by a “hey” and turn around to see Baekhyun grinning back at you.

“Hi Baekhyun” you smile back, getting up and giving him a small hug.

“Hi Candy.”

Standing in 8 inch stripper heels you’re slightly taller than Baekhyun, and you find his usual glasses + hoodie + cargo pants combo endearing. Despite being somewhere around 30 and therefore significantly older than you, you can’t help but find him cute, adorable even.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks, already knowing your answer.

“Of course, you know what I like” you say, giving him smirk and running one perfectly manicured hand over his shoulder, and down his toned chest.

The whole time you touched him his eyes were fixated on yours, looking at you with an intensity you weren’t used to, something you’d noticed was unique to him compared to the other men you met there.

“Your outfit tonight it.. um..” he says, eyes now looking you up and down, almost drooling. “ I like it.”

It was the same thing every time he’d come see you. He’d buy two beers, one for him and one for you, and shorty after pay you $800 for an hour together in a private dance room. For any other guy it would be $1000, but he didn’t need to know that.

You made your way up the stairs towards the area of the club with the private dance rooms hand in hand, leading him behind you to give him the best view.

“Do you want me to dance for you today or do you just wanna talk?” You asked as you entered the room and took your top off, standing in front of him as he sat down on the couch. Usually you would dance for him for a few songs and spend the rest of the time sitting on his lap listening to him talk about whatever it might be that week but some days he just wanted your company and nothing more.

“Just for this song, I really like this song.” He said looking up at you with big eyes. So, you got to work doing your usual thing.

Getting into the rhythm of the music, you started swaying your body and slowly leaning towards him.

This time both of your hands find purchase on his chest and you move your body in a wave, giving him the full close up view of your bare chest.

As you lean back up you notice he’s slumped deeper into the couch and biting his lip, already thoroughly turned on.

“Holy shit” he muttered to himself, watching your nearly naked form sway in front of him.

The way he looked at your body was different too. Most men looked at you like nothing more than a piece of meat, something to use for pleasure and nothing more. Not that you minded, as long as you got your money, but the way Baekhyun looked at you as you danced for him was almost like someone observing a piece of art.

You rotated your body until you’re facing away from him, and bent down slowly, the curves of your ass on full display to him, making it jiggle a bit before bending back up and lowering yourself onto his lap.

“God you’re something else, I wish I could touch you.”

You noticed him sit on his hands, because of course he wasn’t actually allowed to touch you, you were only allowed to touch him.

Once you were situated on his lap, you started moving your hips to the music, causing his head to hit the back of the couch.

As usual, you could feel his dick straining against his pants as you rolled your hips over him.

“Fuck” you heard him whisper.

You knew how much he was holding himself back by the way he was sweating and panting. He was one of the few costumers who had never once tried to touch you, not even a little bit. Which you appreciated, but right now you felt yourself almost wanting him to, knowing that his reaction alone would be worth it for you to see.

So against your better judgement, and with the hope of a little extra money, you turn around, knees straddling his right thigh, and put your arms on each of his shoulders. You play with the hair at the base of his neck and whisper in his ear

“If you really want to, you can touch.”

You almost feel bad when you notice his entire body go rigid beneath you, eyes wide at your words.

“Are you serious?”

“I mean nothing too invasive please, but I don’t mind if you want to caress me here and there” you respond with a smile.

“Okay”

You see him swallow as you lowered yourself onto his lap again, this time feeling his hands make contact with the bare skin of your waist.

As you let your hips move with the music, his hands slowly wandered across your waist, hips, and sides. His hands on you were surprisingly warm, soft, and gentle. Under his gaze and in his hands you felt like your body wasn’t just being used for shallow, fleeting pleasure. You felt appreciated.

And this was exactly the problem with Baekhyun.

You knew that you liked him too much, more than you should like one of your customers. You shouldn’t be thinking about how soft and pretty his hands are as they make their way across the skin of your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft.”

You smile, now facing him once again as you sit with your knees on either side of his leg. You feel his words in the pit of your stomach and your hands caress his shoulders and chest, only now with his hands gently placed on your hips.

A few body rolls later and the song was over, so you shifted your weight onto one of his legs, sitting down on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, and leaning into the couch.

“You’re gonna completely ruin me one day” he breathed out, making you giggle. “Why’d you let me do that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I could tell how much you held back and most guys try to touch me anyway so..”

“They just do it anyway?” His eyes narrowed.

“Yeah well I tell them not to and usually it’s fine after that”

You could sense his discomfort with what you’d just said, looking genuinely agitated.

“Yeah well those guys aren’t worth your time no matter how much they’re paying” he muttered so quietly you almost didn’t hear.

“This is my job Baekhyun, there’s bad customers in every job” you respond timidly.

He turned to look you in the eyes again, this time more intensely due to the proximity of you sitting on his lap.

“Do you like working here?”

“Please don’t ask me that.”

“You know you don’t have to, I can take care of you.”

With the way his eyes bore into yours and he gripped your thigh, you knew he was serious. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted by his words.

Nonetheless you got up from his lap and sat next to him, bodies no longer touching.

“You know that’s not how this works Baekhyun.” You cross your arms over your bare chest, feeling like you needed to hide.

You look down, not wanting to look at him as you continue.

“It’s my job to make you feel good and give you something nice to look at but that’s all it is. My job. I’m sorry.”

He knew you were right. He knew because despite coming to see you every week for a few months now, he knew nothing about you. You wouldn’t tell him any details about your personal life, hell he didn’t even know your real name.

He knew he was stupid to have let himself become so completely fucked over a girl who wouldn’t even tell him her name.

“It’s okay, I understand, I’m sorry if that was too far”

You look at him again, giving him a soft smile.

“How was your week?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

You soon find yourself back on his lap as he starts talking to you about his week, but you couldn’t help feeling guilty. You could tell what Baekhyun felt for you was more than just sexual attraction, and yet he knew nothing about you. He’d asked you general things and you’d told him you were college student, which was true, but you’d lied about which college you attended. He asked about what you were studying and you’d lied about that too, quickly changing the topic back to him and his life.

Every time he tried to get to know the real you, you pushed him away, and you knew he could tell.

It fell silent for a moment, until Baekhyun spoke up.

“This is for touching you” he said as he dug in his pocket before pulling out three hundred dollar bills and putting them in the waistband of your thong.

He didn’t look at you as he gave you the money. It wasn’t until he was done that he grabbed your hand, and gave you another intense look.

“Please, can I please just know your name?” He asked.

With you sitting on his lap, faces close together you saw the desperation in his eyes. He’d spent a decent amount of time with you now and you knew how badly he wanted to know more about you, how much he wanted to be able to get to know the real you.

The way he looked up at you, with that look in his eyes, you knew you couldn’t tell him no.

You sighed.

“Okay. I’m y/n.”

Shorty after your hour together was up, Baekhyun went home and so did you. Counting your money was easy that night; just the eleven hundred dollar bills he’d given you.

As you took your makeup off and got ready to finally sleep you couldn’t help but feel strange about Baekhyun knowing your real name. Despite how nice he smelled, how cute he was, and how kind, generous, and funny, and how you liked spending time with him more than any other customer, that’s still exactly what he was. A customer. Someone who walked into a club looking to pay hot girls in exchange for their attention. But at that point Baekhyun was your friend too. He’d been coming to see you for the whole summer, and you really did enjoy talking to him.

Is it okay for him to actually get to know you? Is it okay for you to want him to?

Next Chapter

A/N: Hello! This felt pretty short which is why it’s kind of a preview/first chapter but please tell me what you think :) and let me know if anyone wants to be tagged for the next chapter!

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jonnnysuh · 3 years

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How To Write Good // Vernon

A/N: It all started with watching Vernon’s English tutor series and now we’re here omg. This is my first series so please give it some love <3 kind of unedited so lmk if there’s any mistakes! PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

PAIRING: Vernon x You

GENRE: enemies to ???, fluff, student!vernon, tutor!vernon

WARNINGS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

SUMMARY: There’s the crisp air of campus, the rush of something new, and a four year degree ahead of you. Your college experience doesn’t go off as smoothly as you’d hoped when you fall asleep on course selection day and are stuck with left over electives. Struggling to get through your creative writing class, you have no idea how you’re going to get through this semester. Fate steps in when the stranger you fought in the library might just be your only chance at passing. This is all just part of the college experience… right?

Orange leaves began surrounding the burnt red brick pathway, and the small green hills of the campus quad. Fall was fast approaching, without much warning. The bright summer sky, now often clouds of gray. The wind brushed past you, causing your hair to fly up. Your legs brushed together quickly as you tried to make your way through campus to get to your Writing in the Arts class. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't sleep through course selection but sometimes sleep was an actual priority to you...and it so happened to be on that day. Not your first choice, but definitely miles ahead of Economic History on the list of leftover electives.

You flipped over your wrist to take a look at the time on your brown pleather watch. 8:12.

Professor Hampton was an older woman, who always kept her sandy brown hair in a slick tight low bun. She had enforced a rule that the doors to the lecture hall would shut 15 minutes past the hour. If you didn’t make it then you’d have to get notes from a classmate. Maybe it’d be fine if you had a friend in the class that was actually punctual, but you had often sat alone in the same spot in the far left corner of the class room. Time was definitely never on your side as you reckoned you only had 3 minutes left until your trip downtown was rendered useless.

You swung the thick metal door open, and began pumping your legs forward, not stopping until you reached the top of the stairs. To your luck, the lecture hall was on the exact end of the hallway. As you took longer strides, your gray backpack bounced behind you. Finally arriving at the end of the long hallway, you came face to face with Professor Hampton, who had a scowl so thick you’d think it was drawn on with a felt tip permanent marker. Without an ounce of forgiveness, that old lady secured the door shut, eyes keen on your betrayed face just a few centimetres from hers.

With the little pride you still had, you contained the urge to bang on the door repeatedly and say "OPEN UP."

If you hadn't had time to get ready that day, or missed your bus, dammit this would've been the boiling point that would've driven you to kick the wall. Your saving grace was that there was a cute guy typing away on his laptop in this hallway and you'd be damned if you were about to look a fool.

It was that moment, you knew that if you were going to pass this class without sacrificing a wink of sleep, you were going to have to make a friend that was good at writing notes. And quick.

—

The next day, you navigated your way through the twists and turns of the library, never having had been there a day in your life. You swear you’d gone in a circle at this point. You promised your best friend, Taylor that you’d secure a spot for your impromptu study date. Although you both had good intentions, you knew it was more than likely going to become a gossip session that involved sometimes looking at class material.

Among the rows and rows of occupied tables, you finally found an empty table, situated next to the window that overlooked the architecture and art buildings. You settled in the chair, slipping your laptop out of your tote bag , and typing mindlessly to look busy while you waited for your friend. With a look around the room, you wondered if people actually studied at the library or if they were just faking it like you.

You were so immersed in your game of Tetris you almost didn’t hear the voice that said , “Hey, I think you’re at the wrong table.”

You paused your game and surveyed the empty wooden table you were sitting at. You blinked slowly at the brown haired man. “I was here first.”

“That might be true but I booked it out for the hour.” The stranger stood with a slight slouch, sporting a backwards snapback and a deep green hoodie. He didn't look like the type to hang out around the library- but then again, neither did you. You swear you had seen him before, but you couldn't place where.

Did I go to high school with him? you thought.

What if he was ugly and had a glow up and that’s why I don’t recognize him?

You took a closer look at him.

Nah. I don’t think he’s ever been ugly in his life.

“Look. My name's right here." He leaned forward, showing you his screen.

[TABLE 9] 3:00pm - Vernon C.

You pushed the phone away, unimpressed. "But you showed up late."

"It was only 6 minutes." Vernon scoffed, as if his tardiness would automatically forfeit him from his table.

"Well, have you ever heard of finder's keepers?"

Vernon nodded, his voice pointed. "But have you ever heard of fair and square?"

You tried your best to conceal the fact that you were somewhat amused by his elementary-level comeback.

"Could you look into your great, big heart to share?” You pouted tauntingly.

"Oh, yeah, because you need a table to play Tetris." He responded sarcastically but it was as if he had crept into your mind. You dreaded the idea of being on your feet trying to find another place for your game.

Your best friend rolled in between you two innocently, confused at the interaction at hand. It was like a kid walking in on their mom and dad fighting for the first time… except dad is a Tetris-hating stranger you just met 3 minutes ago.

“Sorry I’m late, Y/N.” Taylor interjected, trying her best to mend the atmosphere with a grin. Vernon's posture went notably straight as he exhaled, returning a sweet close-lipped smile. You couldn't help but notice the way he looked at your friend- you squinted at the shadow of the difference between this Vernon and the one that basically told you to fuck off only moments prior.

Without a doubt, you knew he was suffering from the "Taylor Effect".

Taylor was your textbook girl next door; equipped with a warm demeanour, and a confidence that was endearing rather than cocky. You could tell that Vernon was trying his best not to stare so obviously, but he was failing miserably.

Because everyone gravitated towards her, many found it odd that she chose to keep you as company. Sometimes you thought she stuck around only because your personalities were so starkly different and would emphasize how great she was, but time and time again she proved she was notable on her own accord.

"Did I interrupt something?"

You and the man shared a look.

Vernon had a feeling that if he let you speak first, that you might ruin his chances with Taylor, and there was absolutely NO shot that he was going to tell her what had just happened. You were quick to take advantage of the situation.

“Vernon just wanted to take the tab-“

He shook his head, "No, no, no I was just leaving."

You raised your eyebrow, smugly.

“I'll see you later,” He bid. Your eyes widened as he went closer to you, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you forwards into an almost embrace. He dapped you up. Vernon dapped you up. What? Did he think you were bros now?

Ya, right. You thought. This is my first and last time in this library. You will never see me or my Tetris again.

And with that, he swung his backpack over his shoulder coolly and headed down the long carpeted aisle in the other direction.

Only a few moments later did he return to go through the north exit. “Wrong way.” He mumbled, charting past both of you.

—

“So you don’t know anyone in that class?” Taylor said in disbelief as you two sat at the table you had only marginally won.

“No, I missed the first two weeks so by the time I actually went to class they already had their groups.” you responded, blowing air out of your mouth in frustration.

School had only just begun and Taylor had swept up a bunch of friends, including you, in just this one semester.

You, on the other hand, were awkward, but not in the forgivable way. You never knew the right thing to say, and your sarcasm drew a fine line between a joke and the truth. You felt like you always had to bite your tongue to hold a decent conversation with someone. In turn, this scared a lot of people away, and resulted in a small but good group of friends that understood you.

For some reason though, you did well with confrontation. That was the only time you could force yourself to not care about what someone else thought about you. Other than that, your communication skills were almost useless.

“So go up to those kids and say hi.” Taylor responded.

You knew your best friend was being well meaning, but sometimes she felt like she oversimplified your problems because she saw it through her own lens. Of course it would be easy for Taylor to do so, but for you it would be a different story. Your stomach turned at even the mere thought of introducing yourself to the group of strangers that always sat all the way in the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll just figure it out. I don't know how to just talk to people."

“What about that guy that I just saw you with? What was that about?”

You cleared your throat, fixing your attention to your laptop screen. Getting work done suddenly seemed more interesting.

“No, no, no look at me.” Taylor dragged your laptop away.

You begrudgingly looked at your friend. “What about him?”

“Who was that? He was kind of cute.” She cupped her cheek with her hand and sat closer, clearly interested. It was rare to see you with anyone other than your usual friend group so Taylor was invested in your endeavours outside of it.

You knew that if you told Taylor about your weird argument with a stranger, that she’d explain that you were unfriendly, that you needed to be nicer, etc. etc. You didn’t need a lecture today.

“Just some dude who finished using the table.”

Taylor chuckled, “What kind of guy says bye like that to a person he just met?”

Her guess was as good as yours.

—

ONE WEEK LATER

Determination is setting 25 morning alarms, pre-picking your clothes and opting for an on-the-go breakfast in order to just make it on time for class. You took your final strides towards the class slowly, knowing you finally had time on your side. Would it be crazy to call waking up at 6am a victory? Doesn’t matter, you were just so happy, you could answer Professor Hampton’s questions… that is, if you listened.

At the bottom of the lecture hall, sat the aforementioned groups, while the top were lonesome stragglers looking at their phones in an effort to look less lonely. You knew they were probably just reviewing their settings; turning their wifi on and off.

Professor Hampton cleared her throat into the microphone at the front of the class, prompting you to pick up the pace to your regular spot at the far left corner.

No way.

Your speed slowed down again, as you craned your head to get a better look at a brown-haired boy sitting by himself.

Despite the numerous empty seats to choose from, your caffeine rush assisted you in making the possibly dumb decision of sitting exactly right next to him. He seemed unbothered, though as he didn’t look up to question it.

Professor Hampton played her slides, while you pulled out your laptop out of your tote bag.

“Hey.” You whispered.

The man’s light brown eyes flickered towards you.

“You’re in this class?” Vernon whisper-exclaimed.

It registered in your brain that this might’ve been a mistake.

You nodded.

Vernon kept his focus on the front of the class, his pencil swivelled away on his lined paper. You had never seen anyone actually take real-life notes before. You scanned his paper, pleasantly surprised at the organization.

“Why did you dap me up last week?”

“I honestly don’t know what I was doing.” He admitted.

Boys do dumb things around pretty girls. You'd seen it happen so many times with Taylor.

“She’s cute isn’t she?”

“Who?” Vernon was quick to play dumb, but he clearly knew.

You were fascinated by how he was writing and listening to you at the same time.

“Taylor—my friend.”

Vernon squinted his eyes, either to think or because he couldn’t see the projection clearly. It made you wonder why he sat in the back of the class if that was the case.

“Yeah, she is.”

Bingo.

You silently relished in your impromptu decision to sit next to a stranger.

“What would you say if I got you a date with her?”

Vernon put his pencil down. “You strike me as the kind of person who wouldn’t do that out of the kindness of your heart.”

You snorted. “You’re right.”

Vernon let out a deep sigh, pushing his hoodie sleeve up his arms. He relaxed back in his seat and stared at you as he waited for your proposal.

“What is it?” His deep voice was littered with impatience but it was clear he was at least curious.

You weren’t prepared to gain his full attention. Your mind went several ways as you collected your thoughts to be as concise as possible.

“I’m struggling in this class, okay? I can’t always make it on time, and creative writing? Not really something I’m interested in.”

“Then why’d you take the class?”

“Why does anyone do anything here? For the credit.” You responded as if the answer was obvious.

Vernon’s raised eyebrows was enough to tell you that he was actually passionate about this subject— which was perfect for you if you wanted to pass the class.

“How do I come into this, though?” His patience running thin from your incredibly interesting backstory.

“If you tutor me up until midterms and I pass, I’ll get you a date with Taylor.”

He shook his head “What if you fail?”

“Then you can take that as a reflection of your teaching skills,” Vernon rolled his eyes. Okay maybe that was a bad joke. “but on the plus side you’ve gained a new friendddddd.”

Professor Hampton gave you two a dirty look on her way back from shutting the lecture hall’s door. Vernon picked up his pencil to look busy and you tapped on your trackpad to turn the screen on.

“And what if I say no?” Vernon said between his teeth, catching the professor glare right at him with her scowl turned up to one hundred.

“Then I’ll shit talk about you to Taylor so you never have a chance.” You threatened. Your mom always urged you to use your brain, and boy, were you using it.

“You want me to teach you how to be creative?”

You shrugged. “I mean, how hard can it be?”

Vernon looked down at his notes contemplating his choices. He was silent for so long that you actually started typing notes.

“Y/N” Vernon whispered. You seemed to be fully immersed in the lesson now. Your eyes absorbing the information... Maybe writing was kind of fascinating.

“Y/N” He tried again, snapping you out of a trance.

“My bad.” you apologized. “I didn’t know the interesting part of the story was called the climax like ew—”

“I can only tutor you on Thursdays between 6 and 8 in the library. Bring your laptop and be prepared to learn.”

You knew you didn’t have class at those hours, so it should’ve been fine, but you also dreaded staying after school longer than you had to.

“What about 4-6?” You pleaded.

Vernon looked offended at your counter offer. “No. 6-8”

“4:30…?” You tried once again.

Vernon snorted at your no-quit attitude. “You wanna pass or not?”

You stuck out your hand defeatedly and Vernon shook on it before either of you could change your mind. Vernon was your new tutor.

Maybe Taylor was right. All you had to do was go up to someone and say “hi.”

And blackmail them. And use your friend as bait.

Making friends was easy.

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