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selfish love | myg

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; we're all a little bit selfish sometimes

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: infidelity au, smut, angst (?), drabble

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), some biting (nothing too drastic), ch*king, rough and unprotected sex, creampie, mirror kink, public sex (kinda?), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cheating

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𝐚/𝐧: feedback is always appreciated <3

Min Yoongi looks divine in a full on black suit, fitting right in with the filthy rich people wearing designer's clothes with their noses upwards, thinking they're better than anyone else. Rings adorn his long slim fingers as he brings a champagne glass to his lips, tasting the expensive taste of Bordeaux from 1990.

It's the same you're having in your hand, but you've never been a wine person who could appreciate the true taste of a vintage wine.

From across the room, he stands tall and confident, keeping his face serious as he talks to a considerably older man who could surely be his father's age. Even though his words are unheard to your ears, everything that comes out his mouth seems to be just as confident as his appearance is.

His hair is long enough to cover the back of his neck, the middle parted and tucked behind his ears as he shoots a polite smile to the man's wife. One thing is sure. Even in a room full of young men, screaming fortune and power, he stands out and he's undeniably the biggest catch of the night.

Just as the amount of men surround the ballroom, so do women of any age. You catch some women in their fifties ogling Yoongi – not that you blame them – but you hide the upcoming smirk behind the rim of your glass.

Turning to the tall tables where any kind of posh food is displayed, you decide to end your momentary watching of the scenery. You hate big crowds. Especially this kind where it's an obvious act of faking interest, kindness and friendliness. Not to mention everyone seems to talk about their fortune.

Where they're going on their hundredth vacation of the year, what a big house or mansion they've built and things like that.

After a few years of attending these, someone would've assumed you would get used to it. You haven't.

“I wouldn't go for the strawberries. The chocolate on them tastes like shit.”

Glancing sideways, your lips twitch to an amused smile at the sound of Yoongi's velvety voice and most importantly, the explicit language no one dares to speak in here. Not that there's anyone in earshot to get scandalized by it.

You shouldn't be surprised though. Yoongi is not one to particularly care about this. Still. Even you and him have to play some part.

You're met with amusement dancing in his dark eyes when you still pick the strawberry, tasting the fruit and chocolate. His eyes momentarily fall down to your lips, watching you take a bite of it as you hum.

“I don't remember asking for your opinion.” you hum, reaching for your glass you've placed on the table.

A low chuckle rumbles out of his chest as he hums. “Sharp.”

That makes you laugh silently. “They taste delicious. You should try them.” you feign innocence and sweetness in your voice, sharing an eye-contact for a moment as you lick the corner of your lips.

Yoongi watches the movement with darkening eyes, not giving you any reaction knowing there might be people watching. You never know.

His name is called out just as you brush past him, the scents of you mixing into thin air.

Hurried and panting breaths fill the vacant bathroom, one that's not meant to be used by tonight's guests and surely not in this way. The click of a lock follows, enough to make your insides flutter in excitement. Lips meeting and teeth clashing in a frantic kiss make you greedy and eager for more. Your lipstick is ruined, covering Yoongi's mouth messily and the little bit of his cheek as well.

You giggle, his lips curving into a knowing smile before he goes down to attack your neck with the same amount of eagerness.

“Yoongi, you're gonna stain me.” you complain, though make no movement to protest any further as your lower back meets the edge of the sink.

“Gonna clean you up later.”

Whatever that means, you don't bother to explain it's an unnecessary waste of time. Because you don't have time. Hundreds of people are inside the ballroom, more of them outside mingling. It's just a matter of time before someone notices you or Yoongi missing. Though accusations are mostly left unsaid, you can't have any scandals.

You might suffer insults behind your back, but it might damage not only Yoongi's reputation but his company and business too. There's too much to lose. Even with knowing this, you afford to get selfish sometimes.

You yelp, giggling as soon as Yoongi grabs you by the back of your thighs, hoisting you to sit on the counter. He's kissing you again, biting into your lip showing his thirst and hunger. As soon as you feel his fingers between your legs, dress bunched up at your waist revealing your underwear.

Black. Yoongi's favorite.

“Fuck.” Your back meets the mirror that covers the entire wall, eyes closed and mouth open as Yoongi circles your entrance with the tip of his fingers.

Finding you wet for him, he chooses to kiss you again rather than show his cockiness of your current state. You both know it's for him only.

He pushes your panties aside before pushing two of his fingers into you, wasting no time in teasing you any further. That alone makes you gasp, one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other is buried in his hair, tagging onto his black locks. God, you love his hair like this.

He fucks you with his fingers, the sensation making your toes curl. You could cum like this in no time, but instead, you gasp out Yoongi's name. “No time.”

He growls, knowing the raw truth of reality and he's forced to pull out his fingers covered in your wetness. “When can I take my time with you?” he complains under his breath.

Despite your heart roaring with sorrow, you let yourself chuckle lightly. “Yoongi, less talking, more action.”

Looking up at you, his eyes dance with mischief as he takes off his suit jacket, quickly hanging it on the hanger beside the door. He's back between your legs before you can blink, sliding off your panties as he grabs your thighs and pulls them more apart. You gasp at the stretch and yelp right after when he tugs you to him. Thankfully, you've caught yourself just in the right time.

Yoongi cackles at your glare, kissing your thigh and that alone makes you bite your lower lip harshly, preventing yourself from moaning. And then Yoongi bites into your skin gently, your thigh flinching but thanks to his tight grip, he holds you in place.

“Less talking, more action,” he mutters mockingly, making sure he glances back at you. “Sharp.” he says simply, causing your lips to twitch.

“Aren't you used to it by now?” you jokingly breathe out, a tongue darting out to wet those delicious lips of his.

Your chest tightens at the unholy sight of Yoongi – and he's still fully clothed. Instead of saying anything else, he adjusts you one more time to his liking before you feel that insane mouth at your clit. You'll never get enough of the sight of Yoongi on his knees for you, face buried between your legs and lapping at your wetness. And then he lifts up his head, wicked smile visible as he says;

“Rushing me, but you're not stopping me now.”

He has a point. The cheekiness causes you to breathe out a laughter, breath turning erratic. The thing you would risk for this man.

“You love getting this cunt eaten out, huh?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's so right and he knows it too damn well.

Luckily, Yoongi realizes that you're running out of time and as much as you want this to last forever, it simply can't. You're already playing with fire by sneaking out.

A set of cursing escapes your lips, despite you've been biting on them rather harshly to not make any loud noises. But it's his fault because Yoongi is sucking, making out with your cunt before he fucks you with his tongue. Not even two minutes later, a broken moan resounds and you arch from the counter, cumming on Yoongi's tongue.

Your skin is hot, no burning from the intense sensation as Yoongi laps at your wetness and cum. It's been too long. Grabbing his expensive shirt, you tug him to you and he happily obeys, grabbing the back of your neck before kissing you harshly.

Moaning into his mouth, you fumble with the belt of his pants. Eager and hungry, Yoongi helps you and pulls himself out of his boxers. You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes in pleasure at the sight of his hard cock. Veins poking from the soft and thin skin as it shamelessly stands upward, slapping against his stomach.

You wish you could take the shirt off, see his beautiful skin, chest and stomach under the material. Not wanting to focus on the disappointment of the reality, you adjust yourself for Yoongi as his eyes stay on your cunt as he pumps himself. Fuck.

“How do you want it this time?”

Such a simple question, yet you find yourself stumbling over your words.

“There's no time.” you remind him.

But he ignores you, a frown settling on his face as he asks again. “You want me to fuck you or make love to you?”

It's silly. He is silly. How can he possibly make love to you in someone's bathroom? Not when time's ticking.

“I'd much rather prefer you taking your time while making love to me… than here in this bathroom.” you point out, Yoongi's hand cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.

“I can make love to you anytime and anywhere.”

You chuckle at that, “That anytime part is not that true.”

“That… might be the truth,” he confesses, your brow arched in a teasing manner as Yoongi cracks a smile. “But don't tempt me, love.”

Your noses bump into each other as he kisses you harshly, your insides trembling and so does your cunt when you feel his tip poking your inner thigh. It's just a reminder of how badly you want him.

“So what's it gonna be?”

Your answer is clear. “Fuck me.”

A second later and he doesn't waste any time in guiding his cock to your entrance. As soon as the tip enters you, you moan loudly which causes Yoongi to shush you. Entering you hurriedly, his eyes check your face to make sure you're alright. As he gives you a few seconds to adjust to his girth and size, he pulls out just to smack his cock inside you again. He thrusts into you with so much intensity that you think you're not going to be able to walk.

You most likely will feel him for the rest of the night. It's something you should've come to terms with. And you have. You knew damn well what's going to happen when your eyes met across the room. You excused yourself from the group, shortly followed by Yoongi hot in your tracks.

The moment he caught you, he wasted no time in bringing you to the first room that's far enough from the main commotion. Which happens to be this overly expensive bathroom with shitty dim lightning.

“I'm so fucking close.” you whine, walls stretching to Yoongi's thick cock.

He pulls out, getting you off the counter as you messily land on your heels. Soon turned around facing the mirror. Your hands automatically grasp the counter again while Yoongi pulls your ass to him, positioning you so you arch your back for him.

You lift your gaze, meeting Yoongi's eyes as your breath hitches. He shoots you a handsome smile, a strand of hair almost falling into his hair as he enters you again.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other holds your hip as he starts thrusting over and over again. Your eyes roll back, not being able to stare at the explicit sight of you two any longer.

“Open your eyes, love.” he prompts you.

Forcing yourself to open them, your breath hitches again. Yoongi brings his hand to your neck, wraps it around it as he prompts you to straighten yourself. You do, all while Yoongi's fucking you. And then he squeezes your neck.

The silver band on his ring finger shoots lasers at you as you gulp, closing your eyes for more reasons than one. Yoongi's grunts are the greatest melody, echoing in the bathroom as it gets mixed with your own gasps and moans. Skin slaps against skin, giving away your sinful acts.

“Cunt so fucking good.” Yoongi grunts, your walls tightening which makes him quicken up the pace.

You barely hold yourself on your feet, stumbling as your palm meets the cold glass. Fingerprints on the mirror, you see yourself in the reflection completely fucked out. Lipstick smeared, most of it on Yoongi's lips and face as your mascara smudges under your eyes. You'll have to clean up, completely aware of not having your make-up bag here which makes the task harder. You'll have to improvise and do your best, hoping no one would question your messy appearance. Well, you hope you'll be able to clean yourself nicely with no traces of what's happening right now.

That's the least of your worries now.

Your entire body trembles as a powerful orgasm overcomes you. Gasping loudly, you're sure Yoongi's name leaves your lips repeatedly, he grunts and bites into your exposed shoulder where the straps have fallen down. Reaching his own orgasm right after, hips faltering and thrusts sloppy, he shoots his cum inside you.

You moan at the fullness of him, already feeling some of his cum streaming down your thighs. He pulls out, but not before delivering a tender kiss to the spot where he bit you.

There's not much time for coming down to your individual orgasms. As soon as you get your breathing in check, Yoongi tucks himself back to his pants, buckling them as he helps you with your dress.

Though there's a silence – moans, grunts and skin slapping no longer heard – the moment is sweet. Even though there's a realization of reality.

“Go.” you tell him softly.

He doesn't.

Instead, Yoongi turns you around by your waist, wiping your under eyes.

“Yoongi.” you mutter, ushering him to leave.

He presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“I need to retouch my make-up.” you whisper, wiping your lipstick off his cheek. No evidence.

He nods, pressing his lips tightly together.

“The strawberries do taste nice. And the chocolate.”

You give him a look. “Huh?”

“I tasted it on your lips.” he says with a cheeky smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes.

“Though the taste was tainted by the wine.”

“Oh shut up,” you laugh, pushing into his chest softly as he backs away with that sexy smirk of his. “Go first. I'm gonna clean myself up.”

Yoongi smirks, knowing make-up is not the only thing. His cum is soaking your panties and your thighs are sticky.

“Go.” you usher, hearing the lock click.

With one last smile, Yoongi leaves the room and closes the door after him. Left alone, you usher yourself this time to make yourself look presentable and clean yours and Yoongi’s mess between your legs. Or more like what's there to be saved.

Five minutes later, you come to the ballroom, acting unfazed as if you just didn't spend your time being fucked in one of the bathrooms. You quickly went to the room where everyone's coats and purses are held, and sprayed your perfume to cover Yoongi's scent before coming here.

With your head held high, you're waved off by your boyfriend. Forcing a gentle smile, you walk up to him and have him circle his arm around your waist, touching your crimson red silk dress.

“Sorry, Mr. Son would never shut his mouth.” Namjoon apologizes, delivering a kiss on top of your head as you force yet another smile.

Across the room, your eyes automatically meet Yoongi. There he is. Standing with his wife next to him. Similarly to you, Yoongi has his arm around your sister's waist. It rests on her lower back.

“It's okay.” you manage to say, averting your eyes elsewhere but not quickly enough when Yoongi's name is called out on the stage, and you witness him kissing your sister's temple affectionately as people around them beam at the young married couple.

Yoongi walks up the stage confidently, bowing to the crowd as he adjusts his suit. His voice booms through the entire room, your hand automatically reaching for the glass of wine Namjoon offers you.

“First of all, it's a huge honor for me to stand on this stage…”

You watch Yoongi giving his speech, feeling Namjoon leaning toward you as his lips brush against your ear. “I'm planning to ask your parents for your hand in marriage tomorrow after the dinner.”

You choke on the champagne, covering your mouth with your palm. “Pardon?”

“I know you've been fucking Min Yoongi behind my back.”

You gape, “Namjoon–”

“So I expect you to say yes when I ask you tomorrow.”

You're speechless, not breathing as your heartbeat drums in your ears. Yoongi's voice fades away while he stands proud and tall on the stage, shooting a handsome smile at the crowd as your face pales within seconds.

Well fuck.

You're utterly fucked.

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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Can u do another Pedri and Gavi threesome please

Just can't resist a golden boy... let alone two of them

Enjoy 🍌

Golden Boys

You stared at the gold shimmering trophies inside the little cabinet. They were exact replicas of each other, one difference being the names engraved.

Pedri.

Gavi.

It seemed rigged that of all young footballers, Pedri and Gavi had won it. Yes, they were good, but were they really that good.

You could see your reflection in the polished gold.

"The way you stare, someone might think you'd steal them." Pedri's reflection smiled at you.

You turned to look at him. "I might, but they're a little massive for my handbag"

Pedri dropped his smile. "Gavi told me you like massive."

Something shifted in the air. The innuendo not brushing past you.

"I didn't know Gavi talks to you about me." you smirked.

"You're all he talks about. You should watch out or I'll might get jealous." the midfielder nudged your side playfully.

„Maybe I should make you jealous, then you could leave it out on the opponent" You teased him.

„Oh I don't need jealousy for th-„

Pedri was called to training. He was 10 minutes late already.

„You're gonna pay me back the fee" he kissed your cheek and left.

You looked at the trophies for a couple more minutes before making your way to the small conference room near the locker rooms.

Gavi skipped training today, because he had a lot of media to stuff to film since he won the Golden Boy. The room was already prepared for a photoshoot. You weren't exactly sure if it was for a magazine or some online publisher, but you didn't care anyway.

The person of the hour stepped into the room and greeted you with a kiss. He licked your lipgloss from his lips, tasting the strawberry.

"Are you sure this stuff isn't edible ?" he laughed, hand resting on the small of your back.

Pablo wore a black sweater that made him look incredibly handsome. The material felt soft as you touched his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. Being so close to him, his scent filled your nose. He smelled clean, like soap and fabric softener. Something you always liked about him, that he didn't use half a bottle of musky perfume.

He let go of you to greet the staff and talk to the photographer. A man brought the trophy in that you had just stared at 15 minutes ago.

Oh. You didn't know he was supposed to be photographed with the golden boy statue. Biting your bottom lip, you watched as your boyfriend accept the polished gold football with a big smile.

The staff left, leaving Gavi, you and the photographer alone in the small conference room.

During the photoshoot, you watched him follow the directions. Moisture was collecting between your legs. He stared at the camera intensely and the smirk he flashed, went straight to your clit.

You looked at his hands to distract yourself. Pablo's knuckles turned white from the heavy weight of the statue and the veins on the back of his hands seemed to define even more. Yes, you definitely had to change your underwear at home.

"What's got you all blushed, carino ?" Pedri's voice startled you, as he appeared behind you.

He leaned his chin on your shoulder, a slight stubble tickling your skin.

"Ew, you're sweaty." you tried to push him off.

"And you smell like sex" he whispered, raising his thick brow. "I can't believe a simple photoshoot has got you all riled up"

You must be as red as a tomato now. "Umm nooo. Don't be silly."

Pedri let out a loud laugh, making Gavi and the photographer look over. He apologized and turned back to you. "I was joking, but apparently you weren't."

"Well and if I am ? He's my boyfriend." you replied with confidence.

"Well" he stepped closer to you. His warmth trapped you in. "If I recall correctly, you nearly ruined your lipstick at my golden boy ceremony last year, because you couldn't keep from drooling at me with this trophy." he paused, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. "So, amor, I don't think sweet Pablo is your problem."

You stared at him breathlessly, eyes fixated on his.

"We're done! Good job, Gavi, these will look amazing." the photographer pulled you from Pedri's gaze.

Smiling at Gavi, you embraced him in a big hug, leaving Pedri behind. Your boyfriend set the trophy down on the table next to the door, where his best friend was standing.

"Don't you have training ?" he asked.

"Coach let us off early today, so I decided to pay our shooting star a little visit." Pedri replied, looking between his friend and you.

The photography put his camera away. "I'll go take a break. See you in 30."

The door shut with a click that had a shiver running down your spine. Being alone with both Gavi and Pedri somehow always had you a little bit nervous. You didn't know why. It was ridiculous.

"So what were you two whispering about ? Any secrets I should know about ?" Gavi laughed.

You were about to deny, but Pedri cut in. "We were talking about how turned on your girlfriend gets when she sees one of us holding that trophy. I was about to tell her to be quiet if you guys decide to sort it out here."

You blinked at Pedri. Yes, you guys were joking once in a while, but he never did it in front of his best friend.

The younger one put his hand on your cheek, thumb softly caressing the soft skin. It was a sweet gesture, affectionate even, unlike the words that came out of his mouth simultaneously.

"Maybe she needs your helping being quiet. She never seems to be able to keep it down when she has my cock up her greedy pussy."

There was it again. The uncomfortable feeling in between your legs. A small knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you stared into Pablo's innocent, almost pleading eyes.

Your knees felt wobbly, but strong hands held onto your waist, teasing the small gap of skin between your skirt and your tanktop. You couldn't think or speak, mind being cloudy from the new sensations of Pedri's lips on your neck and Gavi's passionate kiss on your lips.

Skilled fingers made your skirt fall to the floor and slipped into your panties. Your hips ground back, feeling a hard erection. You moaned into your boyfriends mouth. Pedri slipped a finger inside you and tested your patience.

Pablo pulled back and looked at you. Leaning against the wall he unbuttoned his pants, watching his best friend slip his finger in and out of you slowly. His dick was swollen and precum leaked from the tip.

Usually he made you lick it up.

"We have to be quick, Pablito." Pedri groaned into your neck. His skin was sticky from the sweat, but you couldn't care less with now two of his fingers fucking in and out of you.

"Won't be a problem with her." he reassured his friend.

With his pants at his ankles, Gavi bent down to rip your panties off, mumbling a 'don't need these' against your lower stomach.

You held onto his arms, feeling your orgasm coming up.

"I'm close, Pepi. Please." you moaned, fingers fisting the black sweater.

"Didn't you want to make her shut up and be quiet ?" Gavi cocked his brow.

Pedri laughed. "Oh I will."

Just as you turned around, legs shaky from your denied release, you saw Pedri lick your arousal from his knuckles. Your boyfriend smacked your ass and made you bend over, holding your hips against his naked groin.

Pedri's cock slapped your face as he removed his gym shorts. Before you could protest, he already slipped the tip between your lips, swollen from the kiss. Your hands immediately reached for his thighs, but he pushed them away. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you look up at him.

"Mmmh it's a little disrespectful to touch another man, when your boyfriend is so gracious to fuck you after lusting after him at his job, don't you think, hermosa ?"

You tried to nod and held onto the table next to you. Meanwhile Gavi dragged the tip teasingly slow up and down your slit, spreading the wetness.

You pushed your ass back, trying to create more needed friction. The shorter midfielder, painfully grasped your hips, holding them in place.

"Aren't you a needy little thing ? Mi vida, Pedri prepared you nicely and he's even helping you shut your dirty mouth. Show that you're grateful."

Gavi's rough thrust, filled you all the way up, making you moan. Pedri slid himself further down your throat, muffling the noises coming from you.

Your boyfriend set a pace he knew you enjoyed, massaging your hipbones with the pads of his fingers. Pedri groaned your name as you gagged on his cock, spit running from the corners of your mouth.

This seemed to turn him on, because the pull on your hair tightened, making your scalp burn and your pussy clench around Gavi. Pedri joined Gavi's thrusts, making it hard to catch your breath and sanity.

"You take us so well, amor." Pablo breathed down your spine, leaving small bites and kisses through the fabric of your tanktop.

One of Pedri's hands moved from your hair to your face. He grabbed your jaw with slow massaging movements. He knew his size was making you sore. His thumb wiped away a tear.

"I bet you're close, the way you clench me, like you never want to let me go" Gavi finally massaged your neglected clit. You were throbbing already, his ministrations almost painful.

The way you kept moaning and sighing around Pedri made him throw his head back. He wasn't going to last long anymore.

His seed filled up your mouth when you came with him. Your needy sucks throwing him over the edge. Gavi fucked you through it, enjoying the way you massaged him with your pussy.

You sucked Pedri clean, swallowing what didn't drip from your lips. Releasing him from your mouth you let your tongue flick out to tease his shaft. With swollen lips you started sucking on his heavy balls, leaving small kisses.

Pablo's thrust became unsteady. His breath uneasy as he scolded you. "I thought I told you to be a little more grateful."

Making eye contact with his best friend, you catched your breath. Voice raspy and jaw sore you said: "Thank you, Pepi"

Said friend reached down to wipe your mouth with his thumb, pushing it past your lips so you could clean it up. "It was my pleasure, munieca"

Gavi buried his fingers into your hips again when he came. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him pumping his seed deep inside.

An empty feeling, almost cold, spread through your body when he pulled out. Standing straight, your stretched and held onto the table to get steady and your mind clear,

You caught your reflection in the polished golden football of Gavi's golden boy trophy. Your hair was a mess and your eyes glossy. It had you blushing, so you focused on the engraving.

Absolute Best.

Oh yeah. Gavi and Pedri truly deserved this title.

A/N: Last time you were Pedri’s girl, so now you’re Gavi’s. Didn’t matter for your climax anyway.

Leave me some love pls 🥺

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lightlycareless · 3 months

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okay i have a headcanon but what if y/n has this like very new lip balm that has like a really good fragrance and taste to it and naoya is like "what did u put on ur lips" when they kissed

then goes on and buy like 20 of them so she would never run out of it 🏃‍♀️

and naoya gets comments abt how his lips look fuller and hydrated but its just the result of them kissing nonstop because of the lip balm-

Hello anon!!!!!

Now THIS is something I had lots of fun writing hhahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahha specially after that dream I got with the lipstick... everything is alingning....

I genuinely believe Naoya would obsess over something like this—like, he's intoxicated in your scent, now add something sweet/tasty? He's an addict :)

Anyways, I won't say much hehe I hope you enjoy the little drabble I wrote:

warnings: tiniest mentions/implications of nsfw (smut, you know, the deed) and making out. But outside of that, nothing.

Happy reading!

Naoya would first notice something glossy over your lips when meeting up with you for breakfast.

He doesn’t think much of it, except that it looks good, and that it made your lips look even more kissable.

Which obviously, he doesn’t hold back from doing whenever possible, he literally must kiss you once every 5 minutes or he’ll die.

When Naoya eventually kisses you goodbye, off to some other boring mission he needs to do, it’s when he spots the slightest difference from your always welcoming warm and soft lips.

Now, don’t get me wrong, those things were still there much to his heart’s delight, however, a new lingering sweetness would have him dumbfounded for a moment, carefully analyzing this discovery as he licks it up, wondering…

“Did you eat strawberries right now?” You’re no stranger to eating anything sweet that crosses your sight; but that would not be the case—In fact, you’re glad that he noticed, a bright grin quickly forming on your lips as you respond.

“Nope! It’s my new lip balm.” You explain, he raises an eyebrow.

“Lip balm?” Naoya repeats slowly.

“Well actually, a lip balm and an exfoliator! I found them the other day at the mall, that time I went with my staff, remember?” He nods “I was surprised that things like these existed for lips! So, I decided to give it a chance, and I gotta say, my lips definitely feel softer—look!”

You purse your lips into a pout which Naoya doesn’t hesitate to touch with his own lips, pecking them with a gentle kiss—rightfully amused when discovering that you were telling the truth.

“So? What do you think?” you smile, but Naoya doesn’t say anything, opting to give you a kiss instead… and another, and another, as if trying to convince himself he wasn’t making things up.

And you happily obliged initially, taking in all his gestures and returning them too, until you suddenly remembered he was supposed to be on his way to work, unless he wanted to be late!—and all because you wanted to show off your new lip balm, which he also effectively removed by now thanks to his kisses!

“Naoya!” You whine, and your tone was all he needed to understand what you were referring to.

“Just wanted to be sure of the flavor” Naoya smirks. “Didn’t catch it the first time.”

“But you guessed right the first time!!” you cry back, and he gives out a light chuckle before kissing you once more. You pout. “…well, at least one of us is getting their lips hydrated…”

“Don’t be angry, my love, I’ll buy you all the lip balms that you want if that’s the issue.” Naoya promises, pecking your lips one last time before departing off to his next mission.

Even when he had the means to do so (as well as past experiences), you wholeheartedly didn’t expect Naoya to keep his word regarding your lip balms; and you didn’t really care much for it either since you were still trying out this new thing—however, as always, you seemed to have underestimated your husband’s dedication and his fixations, for he quickly became an avid fan of your flavored balms, first seen on the new stick or scrub that would “mysteriously” appear on your vanity just before the other one ended…

Or by the way he’d grab your lips hostage with his, demonstrating both his well-known adoration for you, and newfound curiosity for the new flavor of the moment that lingered on them.

“Na—Naoya…” you’d whimper, or attempt to through his incessant kissing, lips already numb at that point, as he cages you with his arms, keeping you underneath him and against the futon. “St—Stop…”

“What? I’m just trying to see if your new balm is working…” he murmurs, with eyelids halfway open and undeniably drunk in your scent and taste, desire is the only present feeling in his actions. “What is it… cherry?”

“I… I don’t know…” you blushed—but even when complaining about the breathless, heated situation he was putting you through, your lips still searched for his.

“I think so… but it doesn’t matter, we still have lots of flavors to go through…” he purrs before leaning down and closing the gap between the two with another kiss, tongue pushing past your lips and onto your mouth, diving deeper into the intoxicating combination of your flavor alongside the lip balm of the day, the newest sensation he didn’t know he needed until finally trying it.

“What will my little mochi taste like today?” Naoya teases you from over the futon as you apply lip balm onto your lips, just as you diligently did every morning.

Ever since your lips became softer thanks to your new routine, he proclaims you are now living up to that nickname, being the only one he calls you nowadays.

Not that you minded, it was certainly amongst the sweeter of his selection, nonetheless it still flustered you.

“It’s a secret.” You respond. By now Naoya has gotten you a thousand flavors, ones you weren’t even aware they could be used as balms—but given his craving to try them all out (from you), you determined to put on a different one every day just to keep him on his toes.

“Can I at least have a sneak peek?” he smirks. You giggle, shaking your head.

“Nope! Until I come back maybe.” Naoya scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I won’t be away for long, my love, just gotta pick up some things from the store. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Don’t know why you don’t ask the servants to do it…” he says. “We could be spending the morning in bed instead.”

“Because I like to go out once in a while.” You respond. “Besides, this is one of your days off, I want you to rest.”

“Why? Think I won’t be able to with you around?”

You give him a look that asks him if he’s being serious right now.

“Alright, you have a point there, mochi. Just don’t take long.”

After finishing putting on your lip balm and fixing the last details of your makeup, you begin to make way towards him, intending to bid your farewells by kissing his cheek…

Before he outsmarts you by swiftly grabbing you by the arm, pulling you down to him, careful so as to not hurt you, but sternly enough to hold you against him, wrapping his arms around you as he looks down to you, a smirk on his face.

“Naoya!” you whine, attempting to free himself from his grasp, he chuckles. “I gotta go! My staff is waiting for me!”

“Give me a kiss.” Your husband orders. “Or I won’t let you go.”

Did you really think you’d be able to hold him off from trying today’s flavor?

Luckily for him, you love him so much that you easily indulge him without much insistence, giving him a quick, soft kiss at first… until Naoya’s greediness pushes him a step further, converting your soft gestures into a more heated endeavor, his tongue quickly savoring your mouth and your balm of choice—honey, coincidentally his favorite—by gently sucking and biting on your lips, enjoying the treat his wife willingly prepared for him, until the two eventually become breathless, only pulling away when they physically couldn’t continue together.

“You’re going to ruin my make up…” You’re the first to speak, moving your face to the side in efforts to stop him from ravaging you again—how you hated being the voice of reason.

“Alright, alright…” he breathes, kissing your cheek instead. “I guess I can wait for later tonight.”

“You’re insatiable…” you hypocritically murmur, giving him one last kiss before pushing yourself up from the futon, patting away any creases on your dress, turning around to the door soon after…

Only to sharply tense up when Naoya’s hand harshly lands on your ass, a smack that resonated inside the room, making your cheeks even hotter as you quickly aim to confront him.

“Naoya!”

But he only responds to your scolding with a laugh, ignoring your flustered reaction as he goes back onto the futon, attempting to make the best of his day off by resting, until you come back of course.

Because even if he had other things to tend to, it didn’t mean you were free of his clutches.

Naoya was known to be very diligent when it came to his appearance: well-kept and clean were some of the words most associated with him. And depending on who you asked, unconventional too.

But even then, there was no denying that he looked good, liked looking good, and was not afraid to do what he wanted to continue being perceived like that.

However, even when knowledgeable of this aspect of his… something did not match one day.

It was like he had done something to his appearance, different from the norm, yet no one managed to pinpoint what it was. Eventually spurting rumors about it, whispers, all from people trying to figure out what was odd from Naoya-sama’s face, without having to ask him directly…

Until a member of his personal staff was able to notice it. And when he did, he couldn’t believe it, perhaps didn’t want to, never thinking Naoya would be that kind of person, even with his vanity.

But alas, curiosity took ahold of the poor man, and with all embarrassment and courage in the world, decides to ask him.

“Naoya-sama, pardon my intrusion, but I must know.”

Naoya doesn’t respond, never does, really. He doesn’t like interacting with those below him, after all…

The man takes it as his cue to continue.

“Um… well, I… wished to know if you… put something…. On… Your… lips?” the man squeaks out the last part, anyone else would’ve thought he didn’t say anything eligible.

But for an irritated Naoya, with senses heightened thanks to that same frustration, it was nothing but clear.

“What?” he asks, with a tone that immediately makes his servant tense up.

“No, I mean—They look good!” He rushes to explain, thinking his question had been misinterpreted into something negative. “Hydrated… and all that. They seem healthy!”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than stare at my lips?” Naoya frowns, the room seems to start spinning around the man.

“No! I mean—yes, I do!” He cries, wishing nothing but the earth to open and swallow him whole, alongside his shame, humiliation, and blatant stupidity for having thought bringing up this topic was a smart career move! What was he even thinking? Oh, now he’s going to get fired! “I’m—I’m sorry.”

“Get out of my sight.” Is all that your husband says, not that he needed to do much after that; he didn’t even get a chance to threaten him before the man was already out of the room and far away, freeing Naoya of his senseless idiocies and allowing him to continue enjoying his meal in peace.

Yet, even when the interaction between the two was nothing less than undesirable, Naoya couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, finding his observation to be particularly accurate, hoping that you’d come back soon to continue his “treatment” and wondering where else it could also work…

bigasspervert... lol also I think Naoya might've thought his staff member had the hots for him, omg 😂 I mean what else could he think from that???? hhahahahahah

Anyways, I want to write that lipstick story. Imma do it. :) Hopefully soon, after everything else...

Thank you so much for sending in this ask! It was a joy to write for sure ❤️❤️❤️take care and hope to see you soon. ❤️

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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phantasmalduelist · 16 days

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Thanks for the tag @i-mybrunettelady!!!😊 I did it for both my commander and wayfinder & if you're reading this and want to do it, you're tagged (and please tag me in your post! So I can read).

-- B A S I C S

name: Penelope Starbinder (formerly Ry). age: 34. She was born on November 1 (Season of the Colossus/Scorpio. I picture her with an Aquarius moon and an Aries rising!). race: She had two mothers, one is Canthan and the other was a Mist Being with draconic blood. gender: NB femme (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Holosmith and Commander/Champion of Aurene.

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Currently a copper orange. eyes: Right now her eyes have a purple and yellow hue which is impossible in-game, but that's the kind of shade. skin: Tanned. tattoos/scars: She has a tattoo on the base of her neck, it's supposed to represent her title of Starbinder. I haven't designed it yet because I haven't had the opportunity to draw her back AJKFJSF but yeah. Scars: one on her left breast/shoulder from when Bangar shot her.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Mimi Ry (deceased) and Nvaa (deceased). siblings: Her twin sister Deanna Starlighter (formerly Ry). grandparents: Unknown. Her human mother had no family of note. in laws and others: Jormag - not officially married, but… honestly they have 6 children together so. It makes the Elder Dragons family ig. LMFAOOO. pets: Starry shiba inu.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Proficient in engineering and holosmith skills; on the same level of Canthan engineering. She would be classified as a genius (she just doesn't use it like asura do, so it's never really commercialized). Great eye for strategy and making small talk with just about anyone. Good at solving things quickly and has a stellar sense of direction. She can't cook good food or sew or anything like that; that's Jormag's thing lol. She doesn't have a hobby or other skills that aren't related to being a commander and she should rethink that. The burnout is real.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Easygoing, extremely loyal, dependable. most negative trait: Martyrdom, impulsiveness, speaks without thinking at times.

-- L I K E S

colors: Purple, gold, cyan. smells: Lavender, coconut, beach. textures: Soft fur/hair, warm skin, weighted blanket. drinks: Energy drinks, cocktails, fizzy soda.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Not usually, but she has. drinks: Yes. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Well yes, canonically so. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

-- B A S I C S

name: Badri the Starstorm (alter ego: The Starfall Ego). age: Unknown, but definitely over 150. race: Unknown. gender: Cis lady (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Wizard and Wayfinder. Chronomancer. (Alter ego: crazily powerful elemental cosmic magic).

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Mousy blonde, very soft and shiny. (Alter ego: very light lavender/iridescent). eyes: Pale with a golden sparkle. skin: Pale purple-blue. tattoos/scars: None.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Unknown. siblings: Unknown. grandparents: Unknown. in laws and others: Isgarren is her father figure and Peitha is her toxic yuri. Isak and her share a pretty strong sibling bond even if they are not related at all. pets: Her moth skyscale, Belle, is very much like a cat to her.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Learned chronomancy from her teacher Basira & her skills are pretty good. She learns any kind of magic pretty easily and with efficiency. She can cook, sew, dance, play instruments, sing, and many other stuff. She's like a swiss army knife of skills. She devoted most of her time to hobbies and reading because she wasn't allowed outside the tower.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Cheerful, tooth-rotting sweet and attentive, caring. most negative trait: Selfish, passive-aggressive, sheltered.

-- L I K E S

colors: Jade, lipstick, periwinkle. smells: Strawberry cake, peppermint, scented candles. textures: Velvet, encrusted gems, embroidery. drinks: Green tea, cocoa with chunky marshmallows, smoothies.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Nope. drinks: Nope. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Nope.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #Penelope Starbinder #Badri the Starstorm

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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Elijah Kamski - Kidnapper

warning : obsession, some incel thoughts, stalking obviously, drug use, mommy kink, dry humping

Summary : Before he became a billionaire and the symbol of the future, Elijah Kamski was a normal student, a nerd, inconspicuous and yet one of many. A young man who wanted nothing more than her, she just had to realize that he wanted the best for her...whether it was against her will or not. She had no chance.

Rec Song : Bernadette by IMAX

mini tags : @thatsthewrongwallcraig , @rl-nancyholbrook , @snaggletoothblues , @1950schick

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°It wasn't his fault that he wanted her so much, that he couldn't hide his gaze behind his glasses, couldn't stop his need for her. It was her fault, the fault of his favorite, his beautiful favorite. Ever since he had come to her at university, she had studied the same as he had, as well as he had to a certain extent. It seemed like for the first time, the shy nerd Elijah had found someone who was his equal. ,,Let's become best friends and arch enemies," he had said with a slight grin as he compared the test they had taken with her.

°A test that he should actually have passed with full marks. But to his astonishment and her grin, he was missing one point, a point she had and now she had the hundred percent. His words had made her smile and immediately that side of him that cried out for attention and contact was liberated. Wanted more of that feeling of belonging for a moment. But there was also this other side.

°This other cold side, that of a robot, an android, an elven god. The side that knew it was only a matter of minutes before her "friends" would show up, she would go with them and forget him. How his bright eyes behind the glasses looked from her eyes down to her lips. There he saw the shiny lip gloss. He knew what it tasted like, vanilla and strawberry, sweet but not too sweet. Your lips are soft and almost tender with the lip gloss slightly sticky he thought the words he wanted to say.

°What he wanted to say and so much more to her since he had seen her. He had taken everything he could get from her with the help of the surveillance cameras on the premises and her cell phone it was easy to hack all this. And it was even easier to get her shampoo, shower gel, lipstick and lip gloss. Trying to hold on to her scent as best he could when he lay in his bed. The cover and the pillow were sprayed with perfume when he closed his eyes, his hand wandered to his half-hard cock and his head lay on the soft pillow, it almost seemed as if it was her.

°Someday it really will be you, he thought as he finished his session of almost leaving a mess on the bed. He could see the ruined top he had stolen from her, the stain bright where his cum had not yet soaked in. ,,I just know," he mumbled, sitting back down in front of his computer and continuing to go through her plans and habits. He had studied her, memorized everything she did, even bought a larger apartment slightly off campus. All those requests and the money they brought in were good for something.

°Knowing that it took him longer to get to university and therefore to her, but the extra room. His sanctuary for her was the reason she just had to understand it. You get it...not like those other sluts in their short skirts and those jock guys he was thinking and his hand closed tighter around his computer mouse which made a cracking sound. He knew deep down that you thought of him as a nerd, maybe even a loser, someone unknown. But he was so much more, he was better than those guys you hung out with.

°I'm perfect for you he was the best thing that could have happened to you and him. He was intelligent, handsome, caring and would love you forever. The only thing his darling would have to do was belong to him. And he would...he would do that, he was sure of it. So sure that he decided to intercept her knowing that she always went to the public library on Friday nights to look for other books that the university didn't have. Of course he had read all the books she had read books that gave him a further insight into what she was like.

°He was always like a shadow behind her, so inconspicuous that she overlooked him when she sat down at the table and put her things down to look for books. He slammed shut, the shadow emerged from the shelves and it was easy to fill her water bottle with the small tablet. Because how could it be otherwise, no student was in the library voluntarily on a Friday evening. Except for you, my innocent Eva, he thought and retreated between the shelves, watching her return a few minutes later.

°He watched her between the books as her hands opened the book and her fingers flew over the words. Those gentle soft hands that he had only ever touched when he looked next to her or walked past her. Staying with her as much as he could, seeing her take off her clothes at the summer party, her bikini hanging from her body. There was very little left to cover her body. He was always there when she took off her scarf in winter as soon as she was in the building. Her neck looked so fragile and yet he knew that something would soon settle around it. The way she now opened her jacket and hung over the chair, the light-colored blouse lying against her body and the bright pink bra with the strawberry pattern.

°A grin came to his lips, he had ordered the same model, had felt the perfume on it and was inhaling it. You want it too, he mused and continued with his plan, coming out from between the shelves and pretending to be here by chance. Of course his darling was too good-natured, of course too naive, of course she didn't see the danger. Didn't see the grin that appeared on his lips when he saw her drinking from the water bottle. ,,So do you have any plans for today other than studying like a good little bee?" he asked, pushing back his glasses which had slipped slightly as he moved closer to her.

°He saw exactly how she took a moment too long, her eyes showing confusion and uncertainty for a moment. Her hand ran over her torso as if trying to find her pulse to reassure herself that it was only for a moment. ,,Yes...yes learn right Elijah" she murmured and he watched as she took another sip, trying to get rid of the tiredness and drowsiness. Time to catch you my angel. ,,Is everything all right? You look pale...shall I help you?" he asked, already slipping a hand under her arm to help her up. He took her things and her bag and only heard the faint protest when she still didn't understand what was happening. ,,I'm here, don't worry, close your eyes...we'll be home soon," he murmured to her, pressing her against him again as she tried to get away before she gave in more and more and finally fell into his arms.

°,,That's right," he said as he looked around for a moment before he put her in his car and a smile crept onto his lips. His hand brushed a strand of hair from her face that had come loose during her "rescue". The door closed and only seconds later the car started moving and he drove back to his apartment. He was glad that he had finally decided on the new one when he opened the door with his handprint. A bird shouldn't fly away. He carried her unconscious body as carefully as he could through the apartment and opened the room. Put her on the single bed, the same bed as her room at the university. The same window, the same shelf, the same closet with the same clothes, the same desk. ,,I don't want my guinea pig to be too confused," he said to himself and almost chuckled when he realized he had done it.

°All his darling needed was a tag. He reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulled out the white collar. It was like his invention, he would make her into what he did with his androids. He would make her perfect, her body already was, she was the most beautiful woman there was, it was her fault she didn't see him that way. I was always good...always. The thought of his parents flashed never appreciated never appreciated the son who made the future.

°But when he looked at her, he actually knew that he was giving her time to wake up, but the god in him, the arrogance and the shame withdrew for a moment. It was his insecurity, his complexes that haunted him. A pitiful whimper came from his lips as he took his glasses off his nose and placed them on the bedside table. ,,You know, I've always just wanted your attention...I knew you'd appreciate me," he began to talk to her even though he knew she wouldn't hear him. His mind saw no other way, he would just tell her and she would understand.

°When he lay down next to her carefully as if he was afraid she would wake up from the drugs. He turned to her, his slightly trembling hand slid to hers, suddenly feeling guilty for what he had done. ,,I'm sorry-I-I sorry...Mommy" came from his lips, seeing his mother's tightening gaze, seeing for a moment that it wasn't his mother lying there. That she would never treat him like that. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and guided her hand slowly to his center.

°,,Just for a moment, yes? Let me make it good, yes?" he asked her, pressing his hips against her hand in a gentle rhythm. His noise soon filled the room, he left kisses on her neck and his apology was lost among the moans. Knowing that if she accepted him it would be good for him, the thought of her stroking his head, praising him, proud of him, made his cock twitch with excitement. Rubbing against her harder. I'll be good, I promise. But she was there for him, knowing she always would be as he came with a moan. Even if it wasn't her insides, not her beautiful body, he kissed her, apologized and tried to come down from his ashamed high. When he stood up and put his glasses back on the shame of his actions didn't get the better of him.

°Turning away from her and turning off the light in the room was the only thing in his mind that brought him back to what he was above her. That he finally had his angel. Closing the door behind him, he knew that once again it was only a matter of time before she woke up, until he would show her what he would give her, that she was what he needed. In the end she could not escape him it would make no difference because in his presence she was nothing but his pretty bird that he had clipped the wings of...if he wanted her to she would sing for him at any time out of pure love.

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#detroit become human #dbh #elijah kamski #neil newbon #elijah kamski x reader #dbh elijah kamski

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peachyoomi · 2 months

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aikaveh headcanons ꕤ*.ﾟ

sorry for the absence i wanted to kms <3 anyway, i am perfectly normal and sane about them.

the olive theory, but with strawberries

Kaveh loves strawberries. Whether it's perfume, the actual fruit, smoothie, or scented body lotion, he adores them. He could eat a ton of strawberry-flavored food without ever getting sick of it. When on the other hand, Alhaitham despite them. Not to mention the fact that he's allergic to them. So, when his roommate sprinkles himself in strawberry perfume with strawberry chapstick, he always blames him for trying to commit homicide. Which could be true.

Bonus; Kaveh has a special corner for his strawberry scented stuff: a little drawer in his room, in which is stored his little treasure. Perfume, body mist, moisturiser, chapstick, lipstick, shampoo, and even special Hello Kitty strawberry scented tissues (n/a: i do have those tissues and they're amazing).

alhaitham gives the best to kaveh

Kaveh may always complain about how Alhaitham is a horrible being with him, that he doesn't love him, but it's not true. In fact, Alhaitham is just bad at expressing what he truly feels, and prefers to show him his attention and love in the little acts he does daily. And for that, he always gives Kaveh the best of anything.

When he cooks for both of them, Alhaitham tries to give Kaveh the best pieces of meat, and the better-looking vegetables. He gives him the most comfortable seat when they're at a tavern, or the place with the best view when they go to the movie or concert. He always makes little sacrifices like those for his senior, without noticing. But it doesn't bother Alhaitham: honestly, he likes it better this way.

story telling for a better night

It happens many times that Kaveh can't find sleep, or just have awful nights. And Alhaitham, as an analyzer, knows when it happens. The blonde seems to exhibit more agitation, frequently sighs, and changes positions frequently. When those things last for too long, Alhaitham just offers a hug to Kaveh, which he usually happily accepts. As his roommate is comfortably snuggled up in his arms, he starts to read out loud the book he holds. Whether it's a history book, philosophy, or a well-known classic, Kaveh can't either complain or despise those precious moments. On the contrary, it brings him nothing but pure comfort and some peace of mind. As his mind gets some rest, he can find sleep. Still in Alhaitham's arms, he slowly falls asleep as he listens to his calm and quiet voice. <3

kaveh's skin

To be honest, Alhaitham is always blown away by Kaveh's skin. It's always smooth, flawless, soft, and so milky. The only remaining things on his skin are beauty marks and perfectly placed moles. Alhaitham knows how many moles he has, and where they are exactly placed on his roommate's body. For example, he knows Kaveh's got one in the middle of his spine. Alhaitham can see it through his shirt, as it's opened right where the mole is (and on other occasions as well).

Kaveh does skincare routines a lot. Every day, actually. For his products and advice, he asks Tighnari. His friend prepares him special oils and cream for his skin and his hair (strawberry scented, ofc).

Anyway, Alhaitham physically and mentally can not get over Kaveh's perfect body and skin. He looks so edible and so delicious to him. He just wants to bite Kaveh everywhere he can and to chew on his more meaty body parts.

hugs, cuddles and sleep

It's no surprise to Kaveh that his roommate hates physical interactions. Usually, when Kaveh's feeling a little touchy, Alhaitham would just walk away. But eventually, he accepted this, tolerating this part of his personality. But it seemed that with time, the Scribe was a little more... needy for Kaveh's affection.

As for sleeping, it doesn't bother Alhaitham if his lover comes cuddling him. He wasn't used to the feeling at first since physical affection was not something he knew throughout his life, but the feeling was warm, pleasant, making him feel fuzzy inside.

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hi!! this has been in my drafts for over a year now and I finally decided to post it even though I'm self conscious lol. anyway, you can find me on twitter or ao3 for more :3 !!

#haikaveh #kaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #alhaitham #heacanons #haikavetham #fluff #comfort

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ethanlandryluver · 1 year

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ethan landry dating headcannons ☆

+ no spoilers!

lowercases are on purpose

it’s just cutesy sfw stuff

i love it when ethan’s a soft lover boy :c

this is all over the place btw

i’ve been contemplating posting this so ik it’s not that good LMAO

relationship : ethan landry x fem!reader +

enjoy!

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♡ ethan’s very touchy (he never wants to take his hands off you)

♡ if your in class or studying in the the library around your friends he has his hand on your thigh / holding you hand secretly under the table

♡ he doesn’t want to or even think about telling your friends because he likes the private, uninterrupted relationship he has with you

♡ he doesn’t have his own, but he takes little drags from your vape when he wants to

♡ he prefers when you have vanilla and strawberry kinds of juice flavours in it

♡ ethan has a hand on your knee or thigh when driving 90% of the time

♡ he got his license just so you two can drive around late at night

♡ he always offers the aux to you first because he loves listening to and learning about your music taste

♡ he asks if you want to go to a drive thru when your on the road

♡ he puts his other airpod in your ear when he can

♡ he smiles when he hears you sing along to the tune, even when you sometimes try to sound off-key

♡ he hasn’t taken your hair tie off his wrist since you put it there

♡ when he’s holding your hand often he kisses the back of it, breathing in the smell of your lotion

♡ he coddles you when you have your panic attacks, kissing your forehead, wrapping his hands around your fist and telling you to stay with him

♡ he loves tickling you when your both in the right mood (he really, really loves the sound of your giggles)

♡ he likes comparing hand sizes with you because your hands are so small against his

♡ when you guys are in a bus or a subway train he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him

♡ he lets you lay your head in his lap when you watch scary movies together, playing with your hair and covering your eyes when you get frightened

♡ if you aren’t laying down, your head is on his shoulder (or vice versa) and he lets you squeeze his hand when the scary parts come on

♡ he’s just a tiny bit possessive -

- ♡ he really hates when someone that’s not in your friend group touches you for a long amount of time

- ♡ he also hates when other people use the nickname he has for you

- ♡ sometimes you catch him death-staring guys that are obviously flirting with you

♡ he loves seeing you wear his clothing, especially his sweaters

♡ he also loves you in tight sweaters which you sometimes wear to get his praise

♡ he likes to buy you snacks and chocolates all the time

♡ he asks if you want to draw on his hands/arms when your nervous and need to calm down

♡ he also draws little imaginary pictures with his fingers on your face or thighs

♡ he likes to leave little reminders that he was there: hickies, bite marks, scratches etc.

- ♡ he loves seeing you blush when someone else points it out and asks if you had a fling

♡ he loves finding lipstick kisses from you - especially on his neck and under his jaw

♡ when your cuddling he loves to put his head in the crook of your neck with your arms wrapped around the back of his head, usually fiddling with his curls

♡ he also likes to let you rest your head on his chest or smushed into his chest

♡ he nibbles on your ear to make you giggle

♡ he will literally cling to your legs, begging you to go to work a little bit later

♡ he might occasionally visit the coffee shop where you work so he can check in on you

♡ he finds something so relaxing in holding your face and cheeks

♡ he asks you to pick out his cologne, preferring scents with things like rosewood and soft rain

♡ ethan makes paper rings out of napkins and gifts them to you when you eat at restaurants

♡ he has a little collection of flower crowns you made him from when you went on dates in the park

♡ he has a gorgeous photo of you in stashed his wallet

♡ i cant get over this but he for sure whimpers

♡ when he gets cuts or skims, he puts his head on your shoulder and breathes heavily into your ear to see you blush

♡ he doesn’t like when you try to pull an all nighter, but he’ll do it with you anyways, most likely falling asleep with his head in your criss-crossed lap, playing with your bracelet

♡ he reads you his comic books, sometimes one’s you like such as spider-man or calvin & hobbs but also his dorkier ones like star trek

♡ ♡ ♡

#ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry

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chimielie · 1 year

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honeymoon avenue

summary: Suna x F!Reader. can't stop, won't stop, don't know how to stop.

word count: 2k

cw: suggestive at the end. drinking. par-for-the-course bittersweet suna fluff.

a/n: this was supposed to have about two more parts but who has time or energy for that. not me. just know that reader has a Backstory and is freshly brokenhearted in this for context <3

You get in Suna's car the first time you meet him.

It's a vintage convertible, painted a gorgeous deep red, your favorite color. The color of passion and dreams and strawberries at their sweetest, eaten right before they can go bad. Maybe that's what convinces you, the scent of motor oil seducing you over the side as you hoist yourself in, ignoring the door.

Suna watches you arrange yourself elegantly in his passenger seat, tilting your head back, eyes closed, lips parted to release a soft breath. He's distracted by the slight smudge of your lipstick, the shine of your teeth. He doesn't even notice your eyes fluttering open eventually, catching him staring.

"Oh, sorry," you say. "Didn't mean to rob you of the chance to hold the door open for me."

"Wasn't going to," he ripostes, and walks around to get into the driver's seat. He uses the door.

You look back at the party both of you are coming from, wondering if anyone else is coming for Suna's offered joyride, but most of your friends have retreated inside. You guess it's pretty cold without the alcoholic flush that's settled over you. It's one of Kiyoomi's parties, anyway, so most of them have their own fancy cars. You weren't born into appalling wealth and you haven't amassed your own yet, instead gathering fragments of fairytales where you find them, out-the-door-by-midnight-and-one-slipper-left-behind-style.

Kiyoomi is lingering outside the revolving glass door, watching you and Suna, and you're grateful for your friend's skepticism even as you lift a hand and wave him goodbye, signaling that he can return to his guests. He's a gracious host, though his parties are selective and always hosted somewhere he doesn't have to clean up personally. He offers you a slight smile that you can see even from this distance, and dips his chin in return. He's your voice of reason right now, has been for the past week at least, and if he didn't trust Suna with your life, you wouldn't be here.

Maybe it's not a smart decision, but it hardly feels like a decision at all; more like the inevitable conclusion of a partner dance, one step to the party, one to his side, quarter turn out to the car. Easy as anything.

The radio comes to life as Suna starts the car, setting a gentle soundtrack for the ride. You tap your fingers along to the tune, though the soft interior material absorbs the sound.

Suna looks over at you when the car is stopped at a light, the color red washing over your face. Your eyes shine with it as you make eye contact with him, holding his gaze. He watches you right through the green light, puts his foot on the gas without looking at the road.

"You get in cars with strangers often?"

"Don't you start," you say, and with a smile on his lips at your tone, he turns straight ahead. "You're the one to blame. You're sober and you offered a drive." You purse your lips. "...You are sober, right?"

"'Course," he says, "I'm not allowed to drink."

"Good. You play volleyball?"

"With the best of them, babe," he responds. "I don't really like drinking, anyway. Sometimes I get high on the off-season."

"Sometimes?"

"Often." He grins, because the way you say it, the way you laugh to say I knew it without words, you sound like you've known him a thousand years already. You might not be smart for getting into his car, but he's getting the sense that you're wise. "You drink."

A statement, not a question. He saw you downing shots like you were trying to burn a bad taste out of your mouth. He could probably light your sweat with a match.

(The image of you, sweaty, glowing under candlelight, your royal blue dress slipping off your shoulders comes to mind.)

"I do whatever," you say, though that hasn't been true since college. Since—

You shiver, and you didn't think he could see you now, but he cranks up the heat, even as the wind is blowing the hair back out of your face.

"Anywhere you want to go?" He asks. "Home?"

You make a face.

"It's so early," you say, and it's eleven at minimum. Oh, yeah, you're his kind of girl. "Take me somewhere beautiful. Drive me into the sunrise."

"Oh, she's a poet," he teases, but you brush him off with a gesture, smiling so that he sucks in a breath as he steers the car sharply into a U-turn. Osamu once told him, after he met his now-wife (and got the balls to ask her out after months), that he'd know after five minutes.

Know what, Suna had asked, sardonic as usual. Osamu had held his shoulders and given him a severe look, demanding to be taken seriously for once.

That you want someone for real. Maybe not for ever. But you'll know that after the first date.

He thinks about taking you to the bridge, but he doesn't know how steady you are on your feet after a few drinks. Not yet, anyway, and he's not keen to learn if you tumble into the gorge.

"Do you live in the area?" He asks, and you nod. He rules out all the destinations, then, nothing touristy.

In the end, he drives in circles around the main streets of the city until he sees the glimmer of lights in a window. You take his jacket, folded in his backseat, without asking.

It's a bar, sort of, a late-night dessert shop serving drinks that probably have more sugar than alcohol.

The front is bursting with flowers, pink and green dominating the setup, but they seat you in a backroom, barely bigger than a booth, and there are a thousand little lights dripping down the walls. You're in higher relief now than in the street, and he drinks in the gold mantling your skin, your hair.

You make him sit down first, then corner him in, sitting next to him instead of across the table. He shifts a few inches away, but you only follow.

"What is that?" He asks, and watches your confused gaze dart around.

"What?" He takes a moment before he explains himself, dipping his head 'till he's close to your bare neck, taking in a deep breath. His own scent is mixed in with yours, clinging to your stolen outerwear.

"Your perfume," he says, both of you holding preternaturally still. "I like it."

"Thank you," your voice drops, barely audible. Under this guise he leans in further still, listening so, so closely. "Are you sniffing me?"

He shrugs and sits up, and now you follow, the face of a sunflower turning towards the sun. "You'll find no shame here."

"Annoying," you snort, and his gaze drops back to your lips. "Does that work?"

"Does what work?"

"Smelling random women. It seems like a move."

"I'd never move in on you," he denies immediately, knowing his smug smile is giving him away. "In fact, you're the one moving in on me. Getting in my personal space—"

"As if that wasn't in my personal space," you interrupt, though he ignores you.

"Sitting next to me in the booth. I'll let you know now, I can't be wooed."

"Oh," you breathe, and seem to wobble a little bit, putting a hand on his shoulder for stability.

"You okay?" He cups your face, trying to check your eyes. Shit, maybe you're more incapacitated than he thought.

"Yes, thank you," you say, expression suddenly sharpening. Before you even open your mouth, he realizes he's been played. Your voice turns low, husky. "I'm not trying to woo you, Suna. I'm trying to seduce you."

He can't help the noise he makes at that, choking on a gasp. He was expecting it, but it’s more than he thought it would be, more than he was ready to feel. You trace a finger around his wrist, his hands still holding your face, following the line of his forearm up and up and up and curling a hand around the back of his neck.

You linger like that, and he watches your eyelids flutter, coming so very close to closing, the way they would if he just leaned forward a fraction. If he would just bring you up to him, taste the fruit, lick the balm off your lips.

"Good things come to those who wait," he says instead, so close to you you think you feel the words burying themselves in your skin. You take in a deep, ragged lungful of air, and when you look away from the smirking slash of his mouth you find something softer in his eyes. Too soft for you, something you could sink into and get lost in and not be pulled out. He won't kiss you, but he's still holding your face.

A retort comes to you—you're tired of being good. But that's a dynamic you don't want to enter. You lie outside the tired dichotomy of good girls, bad girls. You chortle to yourself at the drunken thought.

"You snooze, you lose," you wriggle out of his clutches, the air suddenly very cold when his touch can no longer be felt.

Give me another chance, he almost says, but no matter how the words shape themselves in his mind, they come out pathetic and all wrong.

"Slow and steady wins the race," he counters. "’Less I’ve been disqualified.”

You hum noncommittally and take a slurping sip of the dregs of your drink.

"That was all sugar," you comment eventually, breaking the silence with a little bit of rasp in your voice. "You like it sweet?"

Suna's limbs suddenly feel heavy, sluggish. There's a smear of red on your chin, where a stray drop was wiped away but left a food-dye residue, makes the effect of your face split into a wry grin all the more striking. He blinks stars out of his eyes.

"And a little sour," he whispers, bitterness already coating his tongue. It's not so unpleasant, citrus bursting with the promise of candy on the horizon.

"I can do that," you say, an admission tempered by the way you sweep out of the booth, offering him a genteel hand to help him on his way out too. Sweet-tart, he thinks, and doesn't let you have your hand back until you get in the car.

The sky is the peculiar shade of night between purple and blue, preparing to lighten by dipping into its darkest moment. It could go on forever. Your head lolls back after you tell him your address, too familiar with the streets to bother observing their passing. Instead, you chase the stars.

"Wait here," he tells you when he parks, and you watch him tuck a hand into his pocket as he crosses to open your side with the other. He bows, mocking, for you, and you fake a stumble in turn, falling neatly with a hand against his broad shoulders, chest to chest. His smart mouth fails him again, just like it did before, as he looks at you with burning electrum eyes. The little that's still intoxicated of you wants to ask what color they are exactly.

Your sober self has more pressing questions.

"The walls of my bedroom are the same shade as your car," you murmur, and he looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes, waits for you to make the leap. He's already caught you, after all. "You wanna see?"

"Love to," he says. "Drive me into the sunrise?"

You kiss him before you even cross the sidewalk to the front door. An improvisation in the choreography, you think dizzily, as he dips you down. Waltz up the stairs. Easy as anything, you loop your arms around his neck, let him lay you out on your bed. Take you to the end of the road.

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rapgodv · 2 months

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i want your body 'till the last drop (18+)

fem!reader x jaehyun | in a relationship. explicit smut. top female reader x bottom jaehyun. pegging, praise kink, breeding kink, oral sex (f).

summary:

You have always wanted to peg your boyfriend, Jaehyun. Today's your birthday, and you finally get your chance.

ao3 link.

The day has been a sweet one – the best birthday a girlfriend could wish for. You and Jaehyun shared ice cream sundaes at a parlor, went to see the latest Rom-Com in theaters, and then had dinner are your favorite Japanese spot. Every moment has been special and lovely, but the whole day you’ve been keyed up. Waiting and hyped for when you two are back home at your shared apartment.

“Are you still on board?” You ask, hoping for a “Yes”, but of course, will be accepting with a “No”. You don’t want to do something that Jaehyun doesn’t want; his comfort is more important than your horny ass desires.

“I am. I’m prepared to do this…” He’s blushing, and not meeting your eye. “After we discussed it the other day, I did a lot of research and got materials from the sex shop two towns over.” His voice had trailed off at the end of the sentence.

You smirk before closing the distancing, and laying a kiss on his cheek. “The cutest and sweetest boyfriend ever.”

Jaehyun finally meets your eye, blinking slowly like a cat. “Perhaps.”

“You are. And I’m blessed to have you.” The sweet has Jaehyun’s dimples showing, and immediately you’re kissing both cheeks. Adorable. Smiling at each other, you interrupt the quiet sweet moment by smacking his ass. He makes a tiny affronted sound. “Now get ready for me, eh?”

Jaehyun cuts you a playful side eye before heading off to the bathroom to shower among other things. You watch the en-suite bathroom door close, and then hear the shower turn on.

Alone, you rush around to set up everything nicely. You want the first time pegging Jaehyun to be awesome and romantic and unforgettable. Connecting the Google Home speaker with your phone, you put on one of you and Jaehyun’s favorite Spotify playlists. A playlist you two created together. A sexy baby-making R&B playlist consisting of legendary jams like “Turn Off the Lights” by Teddy Pendergrass and “Pony” by Ginuwine as well as newer goodies from Bryson Tiller and others. Setting the mood aurally is a must.

Then you litter the bed and floor with artificial silk rose petals. Followed by lighting the scented candle, a Tom Ford candle: Rose Prick. Not only is the brand one of Jaehyun’s favorites, but that particular scent was the same one he lit on your first night ever together.

With that done, all that’s left is getting yourself ready. You put on a new lingerie bra. Lacy and pretty and red. You put on the harness, and then secure the dildo. It’s an expensive one because it has the unique feature of squirting out a substance with the press of a button; tonight, you filled it with strawberry-scented lube. The fake dick is realistic in texture, and more similar to Jaehyun’s than not. Pale and pink, but a little smaller. You want his first time to be comfortable; though if tonight goes well, you plan to use bigger dildos on him in the future…

A re-apply of lipstick and re-brushing your hair later, now you’re ready. You sit on the bed, nervous and excited. Tonight is something you’ve been looking forward to do since forever. Jaehyun had first thought you were joking the first time you brought it up. You two had been dating for like a year at that point. But the second time, he realized it was in fact not a joke. While he had declined then, evidently it was something that stayed in his mind because a few weeks before your birthday this year, he had mentioned, shyly, if you were still interested.

Your thoughts are interrupted when the bathroom door opens. Jaehyun’s wearing your silk robe, and looking awfully bashful.

“Sweetheart.” You say, fond.

He shoves the once-full, now less than full bottle of anal lubricant in your hands. “Let’s- yeah.”

You believe him that he did the research and properly prepared himself, but you want to verify anyway. Not to mention, it would be the first time you’ve ever fingered him (a fingertip in the ass doesn’t count, okay!).

You gently guide him on all fours, pushing his back down, and hips up so you can have an easier angle. You spread his ass cheeks apart, and almost cry. His cute hole winks at you. Slick lubricant there between his cheeks.

“Jaehyun…God, you’re amazing.”

He whispers, “This is so embarrassing.” He audibly exhales.

You encourage him that it’s not. After you’ve had your fill of looking, you get two fingers lubed-up, and press them at his hole. There’s barely resistance when you push them inside. Good. You try with three fingers, and it’s the same deal. Ever the thorough person, Jaehyun obviously did a good job.

Still, you thrust your fingers inside, brushing against his prostate, just to see him squirm. And squirm he does. He releases a quiet puff of air, and an even quieter moan.

Beautiful.

“Can I rim you?” You ask as you fuck his ass with your fingers. “I really want to taste you…”

There’s a moment of hesitance before he answers a shaky “Yes”. You pull your fingers out, spread his cheeks further than before, and swipe your tongue against his rim.

He releases a shuddering, “Ah!”

You smirk. Then lick a strip between his cheeks, teasing him. Working him up to when you press your tongue inside. His reaction is dizzying; a long-drawn out moan, and a call of your name. You fuck your tongue in and out of his ass, pleased by the sounds he’s making. Jaehyun’s not as loud as you would like yet, but you have confidence that you’ll be making him scream by the end of the night.

You go to town, eating Jaehyun’s ass like it’s the best meal of your life. And it is. Licking and lapping at his hole; even spitting at it then thrusting your tongue back inside. Your hands grope his ass cheeks as you do so, squeezing the fat lovingly.

Jaehyun’s little moans are driving you crazy, too. Fuck. You can feel yourself get wet from the sounds he’s making.

Eventually, you remove your mouth, afraid that he’d cum on your tongue. You really want your boyfriend to cum on your strap-on, or at least for the first round.

You wipe your mouth from the drool and lube. “Was that fine?” You ask, fishing for compliments because that’s the way you are.

Jaehyun turns his head to the side, and you catch a glimpse of his face. Red. “More than okay…Why’d you stop, I was so close to cumming?” He asks with a pout. The pout that can make you do anything. But you must resist!

You lean over his back, and kiss his pretty lips. “Because I want you to cum on my dick.” Calling your strap-on a dick, admittedly, makes you wetter.

Jaehyun groans. “You’re killing me.”

“Gonna fuck you so good.” You say with a teasing lilt.

“You better,” he grumbles, still bratty about having been edged, and not getting his release.

You sit up, and slap his ass for no reason, just because you can, and because the surprise gasp you knew he’d make. “I will~ now keep your ass open for me.”

He does so without any complaint. Getting the bottle of lubricant, you squirt out more than a necessary amount. Jaehyun flinches from the coolness, but keeps his position. You watch the lube drip down his crack, some goes into his hole, and the rest drips down his legs. The sight is delectable. You squeeze out more lube to spread onto your strap-on. Dropping the bottle to the bed, you direct Jaehyun now to put his hands on the bed.

Once he’s in full doggy position, you drop kisses along his spine and hips, wanting him to ease away any possible nerves he may still have. He urges you to start already. Nodding, you hold the tip of your dildo to his hole, and press in. You take your time easing your dildo inside of him then thrusts your hips forward to ensure you’re completely in.

He lets out a whimper. Jaehyun says he needs to adjust, and you wait patiently for the go ahead.

With two hands on his waist, you pull out, and then slowly press back in. It takes you a few tries to get the rhythm right, but you can tell when you’re doing it well from the “Oh” Jaehyun releases.

“How you feeling, baby?” You ask as you pound away at his ass. You snake a hand below him to pinch his nipple.

“Ah…Fuck, good. I’m good.” His words match his actions; he starts fucking his ass back on your strap-on, wanting you as deep as possible. And naturally, you will give your baby exactly what he needs. You pick up the speed and force of your hips, thrusting into him with more impact.

God, he takes you so well, too. Whiny and adorable, calling your name over and over again.

“How precious you are. Moaning so cutely on my dick. You love my dick in your ass, don’t you?” You can’t help yourself. Dirty talk is one of your favorite past-times, after all. And while normally, you are on the receiving end of such talk, well years of sex and fantasies have equipped you with a filthy arsenal.

Jaehyun doesn’t deny it. He whispers, “I do. I do.”

You didn’t expect that. His admission makes you work harder; rotating and grounding your hips deep in his ass. “Just my hole to fuck. Perfect little hole.” You remove the hand that was pinching his nipple and fondling his pecs, and bring the hand down on his ass. Slapping it firmly. His moan encourages you further to slap his ass again as you pound away.

You’re so wet and turned on right now. You take your hands off his body briefly to rub at your own chest, feeling your pert nipples and round breasts. You wonder if it’s possible to cum, pussy untouched.

“Please,” He outright begs. How is he so cute? You lean over his now sweaty back, straining your neck to kiss him on the lips. The kiss is wet, one of desperation and want. You love it. You’ve never been kissed this messy from Jaehyun.

“Please, what?” You ask as you drill into his ass.

“Wanna cum,” He whines into the kiss.

Insanity. How can one man drive you the brink of insanity? You break apart the kiss to leave trails of love bites along his neck before resting your mouth on his shoulder. You don’t have the mental energy to both kiss and fuck anymore honestly. You decide to focus on driving him to that brink of insanity.

You can’t stop yourself from grunting, “You feel so good…Ha, gonna breed you so well, Jaehyunnie. Babe. Gonna make you pregnant.” You’re not even embarrassed especially because Jaehyun whines in response.

With a hand in his hair, you fuck him with everything you have. Slamming your hips against his. The force of your thrusts is audible as skin slaps against skin. Jaehyun’s whimpering and moaning and begging you to “don’t stop”. And you don’t. Fucking his ass with your strap-on again and again. Your pussy is dripping wet from how damn turned on you are.

You pant out his name as you rock into him.

Delirious with desire, sick with pleasure.

And then you hear Jaehyun release the loudest and highest moan since dating him. Jaehyun moans prettily as he cums over himself and the sheets; you imagine how it must feel to have this beautiful man’s hole clenching around your strap-on.

You thankfully remember about the special feature of the dildo, pressing the button to release the “cum” as you continue fucking Jaehyun through his orgasm. Throughout it, you tell him how much you love him and that he did amazing.

You pull out, pleased to see his hole gaping from the deep fucking you did on his ass. You mention how lovely his gape is, how loose he is. Jaehyun groans in embarrassment.

When his orgasm has subsided, he shakily turns over. There are tears on his face from how hard his orgasm took him over. You feel immensely proud of yourself and of him. Immediately, you kiss his face, and praise him some more.

Jaehyun tries to hide his smile, but you know him; he loves being praised.

“Anyway, do you want me to eat you out?” Your sweetheart offers. Seriously, the best boyfriend ever.

You take off the harness and dildo, and lay them on the bed. “Fuck, yes, please.”

Jaehyun helps you on your back, and then he positions himself with his face in front of your wet pussy. Jaehyun is a seasoned expert in cunnilingus. You spread your legs. You’re aching for direct stimulation.

Jaehyun comments on just how wet you are, and you roll your eyes.

“It’s your fault.”

He hums. “Then I will take responsibility.”

He flicks his tongue out, cautiously at your clit while gently pressing two fingers inside of you. You moan encouragingly, and Jaehyun starts enthusiastically sucking on your clit, and fucking his fingers in and out. You gasp and moan, wrapping a leg around his shoulder, and using your foot to push his head further down. Unbothered, he slurps up your pussy juices without shame. You moan and call his name. You don’t bother stopping yourself from grounding your hips down. His tongue feels heavenly. He takes his time eating you out and finger-fucking your pussy. As he does so, you feel up your own breasts and pinch your nipples. Incredibly aroused by the previous fantasy being realized of fucking your boyfriend as well as Jaehyun expert tongue on your clit, you know you won’t last long. Sure enough, it doesn’t take much longer until you’re cumming on his face.

Your back arches as you release everything in his mouth. You pant after your release. He continues lapping at your pussy until you’re twitching from over-stimulation. Lost in giving you as much pleasure as possible. He does remove his tongue and fingers, giving you a break.

You remove your leg from his shoulder.

As you catch your breath, he raises his head, your pussy juices on his chin. Fuck. He swipes at his face and puts the finger in his mouth, commenting “Delicious” with mirth in his eyes. He just knows what to do to make you lose your mind.

“Jeong Jaehyun!” You jokingly shriek.

He laughs, wipes his face clean with the sheets, and then moves up the bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he asks, “So, am I an awesome boyfriend or what?”

“Duh.” You roll your eyes then pull him in a kiss. “Thank you so much. I love you.”

Jaehyun gazes at you fondly, “Of course. I love you, too…And honestly, I did enjoy getting pegged, and wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.”

You can’t hide your delighted smile, grinning back at him, already planning what dildo to try on your boyfriend next.

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lamentingocean · 7 months

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YERI. YOU MAY HAVE GAVE US ALL WHEELCHAIRS ON YOUR PINNED POST. BUT I WILL DO BETTER THAN THAT.

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☆Jaha x reader☆ Nsfw◇

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The master of the low down is angry, confused, and has the need to mutilate and crush any head that dare stands in the way of the low down. jaha's long black hair signifies his power. Since hair can give you the results in terms of power. but it isn't like him at all to approach a woman so kindly and without a bath of insults and offensive words whatsoever. it then got the point of a relationship. of when jaha approaches kindly and sweetly to the first women he had since he became the mad demon. and a younger version of himself.

you were the same age as him. in your 20s. but you were a strong fighter as well. at first, people thought of jaha's first girlfriend as equivalently crazy as him. but that isn't it.

It was like a trivial relationship scale to him. to have no women or to have a good girlfriend that figures out how to comfort him. but to answer how about the strong fighter title of yours.

jaha trained you. Just in case if he's somewhere battling and you weren't protected. you were in a zen suite. it isn't in jaha Inn. but you bought your own home. perfect for jaha to come over and speak about the low down. or to feel you and be intimate when he wants to.

he came in unexpectedly and in such a silent presence.

"Oh jaha. Didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"Just had to take care of some errands. had a lot to do today, and seongtae was pissing me off. Showing off his strength like I didn't issue Sachong to train him."

the lavender scented bath slouched at your movement.

"Oh, come in. Don't complain about seongtae every second of his living soul. want me to give you a massage or help with your usual grumpyness?"

his red rope was used as his hair tie fell off, exposing his silky hair.

"No, you don't need to. but I am hungry."

"Tell you what..go shower once I'm done with my daily self care routine, and I will make you some miso soup. I know it's not a part of our culture, but it's heart-warming. also being a comfy meal."

you watched his gaze stare at your beauty from the tip of his shoulder. his palms, then went to the tip of your chin to see a closer look at how beautiful you are. reminiscing on how he achieved this since none of his actions revolved around a reward.

light red lipstick on the skin of your pretty lips. jaha kept staring. It was kinda infinite. a infinite reminisce to the face of your direct beauty, making the mad demon stumped and held still.

"Jaha, are you o-ok."

he blinked back to his original selve. It was kinda like his subconscious was lost. It's weird since that never happened before with him. his red eyes dimmed.

"anything wrong?"

You answer in a rain of thoughts with a voice full of a soft worriedness.

He then spoke up to take down and eliminate the worried silence like a boss down to 1hp.

"No need to cook for me..I have..something else in mind."

then his gaze turned sharp and dangerous. like he had been pushed over by masters under-leveled compared to him, like he's about to devour his foes in under a single second of the clock. but the gaze had hints of wanting you and the urge to have sex with you for the first time. very different coming from him. But it's nice to know he's the type to be dominant and degrading during the time of intimacy. His palm had a sudden surge of strength. but it's not surprising.

he lifted you up from the lavender scented bath. Your body smelt sweet. his own pure strength had you all the way up onto him.

"Jaha..what are you -"

he bended you on the candle desk. it had a strawberry pound cake and a lilac scent. He then placed his abs to your skim back. whispering in your sensitive ear.

saying words to your pleasing and to your amusement. You tried to contain yourself on what he's saying. but your mind wasn't full of thoughts like:

"Why is he doing this?"

"Did he accidentally drink something with a aphrodisiac?"

"Did something happen?"

but your actual thoughts you try so hard to push away are:

"Holy shit this is hot."

"I bet he's holding himself back from me."

"My insides are screaming for him right now. My gosh."

his fat hands started to slide up and down into the wet crevasses of your pussy. his words done it for you. a jolt of arousal sparked your system.

he sighed in slight sound.

even the presence of his fingers had you down on the floor begging like a dog to be fucked. But he went even further. he then put his two fingers down inside you.

You whined in pain since he had such long fingers, but it felt so fucking good. jaha looked in slight surprise. but what he's doing is exposed to a side of you he had never seen before.

He switched the difficulty from soft and tried and got her to adjust to fucking her senseless. since he's crazy after all. you knew damn well he is.

he reached your womb right outside and in. your words stuttered in moans and whines.

"M-master j-jaha p-please"

"No more begging. just give into your master. Don't say one more word."

your climax got closer and closer. his fingers were being coated with wetness. and even your love juices were spilling on the floor. you never expect this side of jaha either. he had always been the tough but randomly hilarious man that isn't right in the head. never shown any sides to this side of him whatsoever. even the time you sat on his lap and slept on him. and when he felt your body so smoothly with his strong hands.

"M-master s-slower p-please. I c-cant-"

"Shhhhh.."

your moans were rapid but static. it went to some of the floor and all over his big fingers. he scoffed.

Feeling impressed by how wet you are. that's a true man right there.

"Never expected this. But this is only the beginning."

he embedded his cock tip into the outer walls of your pussy. you put your head down, wanting to take it all in feel and sensation.

And then.

It's inside.

he thrusted harder, wasn't going easy, or wasn't considering going easy on you. your boobs bounced in unison to his thrusting.

wails of pain mixed with such a love for a fat cock plunging your insides. it made your legs twitch to the point of when it couldn't bring itself strength to stand up anymore. he sighed once again.

"Don't be sensitive to my cock. you earned the title of being my slut."

your gasp of that title made you say something in the midst of the sound of your moans in the suite. your unspoken words interrupted by the sound of his cock slamming you down so brutally as a term for fucking. your eyes widened to the pain.

but it went sooner later than to losing it to his cock. but then. He started to react to fucking you.

"M-master jaha m-mhmhmg"

You kept moaning his name. Over and over like a brainwashed sex slave. the tears slide down the ruined makeup of your face. Your insides felt his pulsating cock.

it was no single warning whatsoever.

he spread his white load inside your tightening pussy. it went down to your legs and inner thighs. He pulled out.

Have yourself fall down with no body movement in the first place. it's so embarrassing to you to be seen like this to your lover.

"we aren't over."

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

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iamvegorott · 10 months

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To hop on the pride train, can't you see Will decked for pride and taking Dark to a pride festival? At first, he'd just sigh and go along with it, but then he'd loosen up! He just would hate admitting it! XD

Yes!!!

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Dark wasn’t known for bright, colorful, and loud things, but his husband was. His husband was quite literally a bright, colorful, and loud thing. And his said bright, colorful, and loud husband was now dragging Dark around at a bright, colorful, and loud event.

“Me holding your hand will be clear enough,” Dark said when Wilford tried to tie a bisexual flag around his neck to match the pansexual one he had on.

“Alright, alright,” Wilford said in defeat, stepping away to fold the flag and tuck it under his arm. “Let’s go get us a drink.” He took Dark’s hand and started walking with him. “I heard they have an amazing hand-shaken lemonade.”

“Hand-shaken lemonade?” Dark wasn’t sure how to think about that. He understood lemonade, but why were they shaking it?

“They also put strawberries in it,” Wilford added, perking up when he found the stand and quickly got them over there, claiming their spot in line.

“Do they shake those in the drink as well?” Dark asked, getting an excited head nod as an answer.

After getting their shaken lemonades and Dark admitting that it was delicious, he and Wilford walked around the event more. They paused to watch some of the performers, and at one point, Wilford got pulled up to the stage. Dark felt like he would implode as Wilford sang Good Old Fashion Lover Boy and kept pointing at him. Wilford was lucky that Dark did love him, or he would have gone home right then and there.

Dark said he wanted some food after that, mainly wanting to do that so he could get away from the still-cheering crowd. They got some hot dogs almost the size of their heads and then some cotton candy as dessert. They also shared a cute moment of feeding each other the sugary treat.

The more time passed, the more relaxed Dark became. He adjusted to the noise and how the chaotic energy was just joy and was almost contagious. While Dark wasn’t much for big parties, even he couldn’t deny how nice this all was. Everyone was free, happy, and thriving on not having to hold back or hide who they were. It was nice.

“Yan would kill me if I didn’t get some of this for her,” Wilford said as he and Dark made their way through a path with booths where people were selling things. Dark chuckled as Wilford made a bee-line for the makeup-selling booth.

He found himself wandering off to a booth selling pride pins. He recognized that the seller had a collection of metal pins that were pride flags, picking up one of the bisexual flag pins. This was definitely more his style. He paid for the pin and undid the top few buttons of his shirt, reaching in to put the pin on before putting himself back together. Dark turned and started heading back to where he had last seen Wilford but saw that he was no longer there. He was now in a crowd of moving strangers.

“Darkling!” Wilford chuckled, coming up behind Dark and kissing his cheek, leaving a hot-pink print of his lips from the lipstick he had bought and put on. Dark saw the lipstick and knew the lip print was there but didn’t bother wiping it off. “You got yourself a pin. I think that’s rather suiting for you.” Dark smiled and looped his arm through Wilford’s, now the one guiding him through the crowd, speaking softly so that those around them couldn’t hear.

“I’m thinking that when we’re back home, I’ll go full out with an outfit for you.”

“Are you going to wear the flag like a cape?” Wilford asked like an excited puppy.

“I could wear the flag and only the flag.” Dark’s smile turned into a grin. That got Wilford’s eyes to darken, and he chuckled deeply.

“I like the sound of that~” Wilford slipped them behind a booth and sent them back to the Manor with a puff of pink and a lingering scent of cotton candy.

#rainymae #darkstache #Dark 100% wears that pin all th e time now #also wilf singing queen to dark is 10/10 #even if its in a crowd of strangers

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thricedead · 3 months

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I am kind of being hit by my special interest in makeup so let me talk about my collection a little under the cut ♡ I am a friend to all makeup i literally have products ranging from 114 eur to 1,20 eur I will put anything on my face.

SKINCARE + FOUNDATION

I have a skincare set from Lancôme - a high performance anti-aging cream (Régenerie H.P.N. 300-peptide) and the matching around-the-eyes cream. I also use their youth activating concentrate in both variants. I've been using it for only a couple of days and the effect is soooo good I'll miss them so much when they're gone...

I have oily skin, so I use an oil-free mattifying foundation (from Catrice). I rarely put it across my entire face, focusing on the eye and cheek area since I have bangs over my forehead and the rest of my face is decent. I haven't been contouring since I quit gyaru but I have a contour palette from Aura which served me well. When I do happen to go heavier on the foundation I usually thinly cover it with finishing powder (clarifying finishing powder from Wet n Wild) but doing this makes me look really waxy so I avoid it unless I'm going for a doll-like look. I sometimes use concealer (Maybelline Eraser) but I avoid it as of late.

BLUSH + HIGHLIGHTER

My go-to blush is the Circus blush from Flower Knows. I originally bought it for the pretty box and didn't think I would enjoy the blueish shade but the texture is very fine and pink and blue mix well into a subtle rosy shade. I also have a natural blush from Alverde but it doesn't really suit my skin hue. The highlighter I used before is a shimmery golden color from Revolution but I honestly don't like shimmer on my face that much so I don't put it on for everyday makeup.

EYES

I use a Max Factor eyeshadow primer. I have 7 eyeshadow palettes. In order of use: Flower Knows Strawberry Rococo in nude, Lancôme Holidays 2023 limited edition (also includes a blush), Profusion cosmetics Neon palette, Pupa whale 2 (also includes a lip gloss palette), Catrice My Little Pony palette, Catrice Evil Queen palette & a tiny one from Alverde. I also have a singular blue Kiko eyeshadow, a green liquid eyeshadow from Catrice, a highlighting eyeshadow from Eveline & a creamy stick eyeshadow from Aura.

I prefer brown liquid liner over black, and almost exclusively use Essence's princess liner in brown. I also have a golden shimmery one and a pink one but I don't put those on much anymore. As for eye pencils, I have one in brown and one in white from Drogeriemarkt & a golden one from Pupa.

I don't like to put stuff on my eyebrows but my mom gave me one gel scultpant from Wet n Wild and it makes me look like poo.

Not particular about mascara, I rarely buy it for myself but I got Lash Idóle from Lancôme, Vice Versa 2 in 1 from Douglas and Lash Princess Volume from Essence. I like the falsies effect one but Id rather put in. actual falsies. On that topic, I still usually wear gyaru lashes that I got from some shady aliexpress shop. Works for me!

LIPS

I have 3 shades of Flower Knows little angel lip mud which I wear most often and layer Shiseido glimmer gelgloss in red on top of it. My second favorite is the heart center lipstick from Too Faced. I also just got 2 limited edition lipsticks from Lancôme, one in shiny red and one in matte peach. Pupa Whale 2 also has a few great colors! Urban Decay black matte lipstick is one I like but don't put on unless I'm doing a specific look. When I was a gyaru I wore a matte nude lipstick from Aura but it's now half retired since I prefer vibrancy. Honorable mentions to Revolution matte bomb liquid lipstick, Maybelline lifter gloss, Essence cool collagen plumping lipstick, Essence color changing lip glow and Essence heart shaped lip balm.

PERFUME

I'm ashamed to say I don't really have any perfumes from big names I like (I dream of Kenzo) but it's just scented water so idc. I have Lancôme La vie est belle, Juicy Couture Viva la juicy, Cool Cotton from Clean, Tuberose from Zara, Cherry and Pistacchio from Ulric de Varens and some little perfume called Green tea whose brand I don't know.

#diary

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xxmyhomexx · 11 months

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SONGS OF THE CRIMSON NILE: Protective Amen

Imagine if he and Eva were together at a restaurant, their waitress takes special interest in him but is clearly rude to Eva. When she tries to order, the waitress waves her off and is more focused on what Amen wants because he is handsome.

"And, anything else for you handsome?" She purrs, to which Amen rolls his eyes.

Eva, finally having enough, clears her throat. "Excuse me, but I have been waiting for you to take my order."

The waitress grumbles and turns sharply to her. "Ah, yes. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Now, Amen doesn't like this. Eva has no problem standing up for herself, but Amen taps their server on the shoulder before she can speak up.

"Yes, you can do something for us." He puts his menu down and glares at her. "You can get us another waitress."

Their server is dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"

Amen stands to his full height, which causes her to shrink back in fear. "All this time you've been ignoring my girlfriend, been terribly rude to her, and have not once asked what she wanted from the menu. I don't have problems with people being rude, but when it comes to my woman, that's when it's personal."

Eva watches as the waitress backs away and Amen crosses his arms.

"So, I'm going to ask again. Please find us another server, and stop bothering us."

He turns his back and sits down, with the waitress scurrying away. Amen grabs the menu again, but sees Eva slackjawed.

"What?" He asks casually.

"That was..." Eva blushes furiously. "That was the hottest thing I've seen all night."

Amen smiles. "Manners, Evyths. You still work for me."

"Ah, yes," Eva smiles back. "I'm still just your assistant who also happens to be your girlfriend."

"Well," Amen quirks a brow. "Is that so?"

Eva becomes bold and leans across the table. Amen watches her, his expression never changing.

"It is." She closes the distance and kisses him, unbothered by the crowd of tables in the restaurant. Amen closes his eyes, breathing in her scent and the color of lipstick she painted on her lips. She tasted like oranges, strawberries, and every other kind of fruit mixed together.

Just as he was about to lose himself, someone coughed causing them to pull away. It was another waitress, a petite woman wearing glasses.

"Pardon me," she is polite and friendly. "But I was told you all are ready to order?"

Eva and Amen look at one another. Eva breaks into a giggle while Amen shakes his head in an amused smirk.

#romance club #song of the crimson nile #amen #evyths #eva

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midnghtprentiss · 2 years

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i want you - robin buckley

a/n: had this idea and now i'm obscessed.

summary: pretending to be your ex grilfriend fake fiancé couldn't go any better.

pronouns used: she/her - no physical descriptions

warnings: exes to lovers, fake dating troupe, modern!robin, 5sos and taylor swift quotes (sorry i'm crazy), very fluff.

you can see more of my work here!

made a playlist for this because i am romantic today.

There was a different energy in the morning when Robin woke up. She was nervous because she remembers exactly why the air was different. She has to talk to you. She lies to everyone saying you two got back together and are engaged. She has to talk to her ex because of a lie that could be ignored if she thinks about things.

She told her family you two got back together and are planning a wedding. Your wedding. After her mother asked what was going on in her love life all she could think was you.

"We got back together a few months ago, but we decided to keep it a secret, now we are engaged!"

"Delightful! Let me know if she needs help with the plans!"

Now she was standing outside your house, shaking from the rain. Almost like a sign from heaven for her to go home.

"Robin Buckley I swear to God you are a dead woman! You told your mom we are engaged? We broke up 5 years ago and you came with that?"

"Look, I'm so sorry but I can explain, please let me do that?"

You let her in, closing the door behind as you wait for her to speak. She was overwhelmed by the smell of your house and how familiar the scent of vanilla and light strawberry made her heart ache.

"My mom was asking a lot of questions to my siblings and I kinda lost it and said we were back together and engaged. I'm sorry, alright!"

"Robin, you have a whole career, a successful one! You don't need me to help you with that, for God's sake."

You two broke up five years ago because you wanted something but Robin wasn't ready to be a part of that. You wanted children, she didn't. You wanted to live in the uptown, she didn't. You wanted to get married, she didn't. Funny how the tables turn, right?

But the truth is, Robin never stopped thinking about you and everyday for the last five years all she ever thought about was you. All of the songs she wrote were about you. After the break up you two decided to be friends and it was pretty cool but weird at the same time.

"We can keep that lie for a few months and then we split up. Don't make me pass this humiliation, please."

You knew how much this was a huge deal for her. Her family doesn't accept her entirely and when she was with you things were easier and lighter.

"Robin, I want to kill you with my bare hands right now. Imagine my surprise when your mom called to congratulate me and I have no idea why. But fine, I'll do it. You have three months to make this shit end."

Now Robin has three months to win you back and she is going to make her life purposeful.

First month

The first month was a whole different Robin for you. She was nervous just like she was years ago. She pay attention to everything you do and say. And she brought a ring, a fucking ring that was so beautiful that made you mr heart race.

"Robin, are you insane? A ring!"

"How are we going to make people believe in our lie if you don't have a ring?"

She knew her mom wasn't going to give her a ring, so she saw this one and thought of you.

You didn't take it off since the day she gave you, kinda stupid for someone that is faking an engagement.

Robin was investing in romance this time. She sent you flowers while you were working, and sent you gifts with notes.

"Excuse me, you have something." Your colleague Jenna calls you in your office.

When you see the flowers your cheeks warm up really fast. Damn it, Robin Buckley and her romantic mind.

The note between the flowers made your heart melt.

"To the woman whose lipstick stain is a work of art, I will tattoo your name in an arrow heart and now I'm so down - yes I am quoting 5 seconds of summer because you like.

Robin :)"

When you go back to your office all you have was a message from her.

"Did you like the flowers ? I thought of you when I saw them. :)"

"I love it! You didn't have to. Thank you."

In the evening you and Robin attend a dinner with your friends. Nancy was going to introduce her twins to the group. You told her about this whole situation with Robin and all she said was "You're going back to her.".

"Hello! I'm so happy you came! Come in." Jonathan welcomes you with a warm hug.

"Tell me where the babies are." He laughs at you and shows the way till the living room where Nancy was holding them.

"Oh my god! You have two babies, Nance!" You sit down with her holding one baby with a big smile.

Robin watched everything with a warm chest. She was so hypnotized with the scene that if someone interrupts she is able to kill.

"You're screwed, like a lot." Steve shows up on her side looking at his best friend.

"How do you know?"

"It's the way you look at her, like she is your whole world. You have two months to have her back." Jonathan whispers and she shakes her head.

Her eyes were on you the whole time, she watched you hold the baby, whispering to him and giving him light touches. She wants to have this with you so bad that it makes her dizzy.

The whole dinner was naturally fun and nostalgic from all the old times when you, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie and Jonathan go out to talk shit and laugh.

The drive home was nice, it was silent and nice. Robin was almost dying to put a hand in your leg or to make you laugh like you did earlier that night.

"Did you have a good time?" She asked and you nod.

"Oh yeah and I think I have a lot of wine too." She giggles at your answer and you smile at her with that smile.

"Too much? You are better than this!" You burst out laughing.

"Hey! I don't eat too much while drinking, you can't blame me, woman."

When she stops in your house you breathe deeper and look at her quickly leaning close to give her a kiss on the cheek. Robin was over the moon with this, her heart was so fast that it almost stopped.

"Drive safe, ok? Call me when you got home. Goodnight, Rob."

Second month

The idea of having Robin around romanticly was so natural that you got used to reading her messages in the morning or to sleep in her house more times than you could ever imagine in the last month.

You were falling in love all over again and it sucks so bad because you need to hide this. It was so easy to wake up with her warm body close to yours, the smell of coffee, to get used to her light touches and sweet kisses on your forehead or cheek.

One night this changed. She was in your house to have dinner and watch a movie. You were close on the couch, her arm around you, a glass of wine in the other hand. Honestly, you weren't paying attention but Robin was laughing and that mattered the most. She caught your eyes on her and raised an eyebrow making you blush.

"Need something, miss?" She asked quietly and you nod.

"Just looking at ya, can I?" You giggle and she squeezes you. "What is this Robin? We spend so much time together, we sleep together, we kiss, we act like a couple and all that. But you need to tell me what we are because if you are going to leave again that agreement needs to stop right now."

"I don't know. I like this, the way we are leading is going somewhere and I can't wait to see the end. We act like a couple of girlfriends cause we like each other and that's okay, right?"

You were looking at her but your head was slower than your acts. The next thing you noticed was her lips on yours and your body going on top of her. Hands all over each other like the world was ending now, in that moment and just you two matter.

After that day everything changed. You two were so head over hills for each other that was kind of confusing.

"So you two are back together?" Eddie asked and you nod.

"We don't use names on this, just trying again to see where this is going."

"I'm happy for you. It was more than time for her to make a move."

"So you and Steve, hm? It was more than time for him to make a move." He blushes and you push him.

"You're a bitch, you know?" He laughs while you two walk around.

Robin was getting ready to go out on tour with her band again and it was sad to know you were going to stay apart for a few months. It was a test for her and for you. For her to make sure she doesn't change her mind and for you to not give up in the relationship.

"You come back for my birthday, right?" You asked again for the tenth time.

"I could never miss that day." Shehugs you pulling you to a sweet kiss. "I love you. Take care, okay?"

"I love you too. You take care." You nod before letting her go in the airport.

Third Month

Robin was out for a month now. You missed her so badly that it hurts your whole body, but your birthday was two days away and you knew she was going to be there.

She constantly reminds you that she was going to be there to show all the gifts she brought from her trip across europe.

The day of your birthday came and you were so excited to finally see your girl but there was something wrong. She didn't call back or answer your texts.

"She was supposed to be here already, Nance." You whine to your best friend that pet your back.

"She's on her way, hun. Calm down, ok?" She assure you.

Robin was stuck in the fucking traffic. She was terrified of not showing up on time because she knew how important birthdays are. Now she was screaming and panicking about not showing up on time, so she called Steve.

"Steve, I'm stuck in traffic about to collapse."

"Well, she's almost crying over here. What do you want me to say?"

"Pass the phone for her, please." It took Steve a minute to pass the phone.

"Robin, why don't you answer the calls or text me back? I'm about to have a mental breakdown"

"I'm stuck in traffic but I promise I'll be there soon." Robin was crying right now.

"Robin, you're travelling in the morning and we are not gonna have time for each other. You know what? You don't need to come, let it go." You pass the phone to Steve who was petrified looking at you.

You walk away from the people going to the bathroom. Take a deep breath, one, two, three. One, two, three. There was a knock on the door. You see Eddie's head before he sits down on the floor with you.

"I'm sorry, ok? She wanted to be here, you know? She 's trying, five year ago Robin wouldn't even travel to see you, or make you laugh or even try to win you back. Gotta say, the engagement story was funny." You laugh quietly resting your head on his shoulder.

"I love her, you know? I thought this idea was so stupid and I said yes, I mean who agrees to fake an engagement with your ex?" You look down at the ring in your finger.

"She's almost here, come on. We bake you a cake, if you are going to cry, at least do this eating cake." He stands up and you do the same cleaning your face.

The living room was empty except for Robin. Her face was red, she was probably crying just like you.

"I came on time, just like I promised." You nod coming close to her.

"Robin…"

"Let me talk, okay? Look, I love you. I always did. Since the day you were introduced to me twelve years ago and there's not a day you are not in my mind, in the words I spoke, the things I do, the songs I write. You are everything I think about, everything I do. You occupied my mind all the fucking time and I mess up once but I'm trying so hard." She sits down next to you. "I never wanted to get married or have children, living a normal life until you. I want to have all of that. I want to be the only living space in your head. I want to tell you that things are gonna be fine, I want to see you singing all of your favorite Taylor Swift songs while cooking and watch you work at night. You are the love of my life and the only one I want."

You were sobbing at the time she hugged you. Her smell was so intoxicating. You love that woman so much.

"I love you, Robin. I always did but I was so scared of letting you in and things end up because you are not ready. But how do you know that you're not ready if you don't try? I am here to be your first time in everything you want but can't do this alone. I love waking up with you, and touching you and watching you playing or writing your songs." You look at her with watery eyes. "I fucking love to love you and it's so creppy. And you want to know the creepiest part? I am organizing a wedding and I have no idea what this is!"

"Are we going to get married?"

"That wasn't the whole idea of our agreement?" You hold her shirt and lean over her putting your lips together.

"How do I say no when you kiss me like this?" You laugh pulling her away for a moment.

That was the moment you realized that Robin Buckley was made for loving you and you were made for loving her.

♡

tagging:

@justlydiasworld

#robin buckley imagine #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley blurb #robin x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steddie

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acidrcins · 5 months

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 * @rnalgnant tw: fire, death & mild nsfw

throughout her lifetime, seori has kissed a myriad of souls. there were boys in the shadows behind convenience stores, bartering intimacy for her meal of the day; soft strawberry-scented lips painting hers vibrant shades of pink; hushed whispers of indiscretions in darkened rooms far too illicit to ever see daylight. yet, in the vast collection of these moments, none held any significance. for fuck’s sake, she didn’t even need to wear a patch, because it had all just been so mindnumbingly placid and dull. another shade of dreary gray, blending seamlessly with the other, indistinguishable in its monotony.

but sanghyun is different. sanghyun doesn’t hold her tight and ask her when is the next time he’ll see her. sanghyun doesn’t ask if he can use her lipstick with excuses veiled with a facade of innocence. sanghyun doesn’t murmur sweet, empty nothings that lose their luster when the lights turn on and the harsh glow illuminates their faces. no, in fact, when sanghyun kisses her for the first time, he breathes fire into her lungs. a smoldering rage that burgeons into a violent inferno that engulfs her being.

(maybe it’s because it’d been amidst a taut, strained conversation laced with the venom of blame. maybe it’s because for the last two years, their interactions have been shrouded with an unsettling undercurrent of tension, masked behind polite passive-aggressive jabs. but most likely, it’s because it’s what she shouldn’t have, it’s noxious and lethal and she knows he could - and would kill her if he could. and nothing could make her want someone more.)

her body pressed up against his, hands exploring his torso, he incinerates what little is left of her restraint. the news reports it as a freak accident. five people killed. seori and sanghyun never talk about it because fiction tastes better, a pill less demanding to swallow than the truth that it had all been because of a boy with a violent headache and an unruly heat vision, induced by a girl and her malevolent toxins.

okay - seori lied. they do attempt to talk about it, but unsurprisingly, they speak the language of fervid kisses better. and within a matter of weeks, they concoct a clandestine cipher shared between themselves; a crimson-red code of uninhibited desire. objectively, it’s a bad idea. In every conceivable manner, it is a horrible fucking idea. but sanghyun’s a mercurial high, an all-consuming force she aches for. a ravaging of chaos, and lust that makes her meet him again and again and again. (seori is proud to say that they do better, though. no more casualties - just abandoned factories, barren land, junkyards. they’re good people.)

tonight, it’s a housing estate to be demolished. a questionable setting for a tempestous fever dream of desire and destruction, but nevertheless, it ends with her patch ripped off her arm with his teeth, her body marked with searing scarlet remains of coveting. the air around them is smoky, ashy with charred debris wafting through the air. there’s an incandescent glow painting his face - makes him look softer than he actually is. she props her face up and traces his arm with a tenderness that neither of them deserve. “so, what’s next?" she asks, absentmindedly playing with a lock of his hair. "you blow up another house, or i kill you?"

#✦ ・ interactions ﹙ sanghyun ﹚#ERMMMM lmk if anything needs changing !!#omg im so rusty im so srry #and pls dont feel obliged to match!!!!!!

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