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jmliebert · 2 months

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Scent of Seduction᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Summary: Halsin finds himself captivated by Tav, the feeling is mutual, of course. Their journey is full of danger and desire. Despite Halsin's internal struggle between primal instincts and duty, their mutual attraction intensifies. When Tav is in heat, their passion ignites... and well... let's just say things get steamy.

smut with (a little bit of) fluff?

Word count: 2,900

Tags: alpha/omega dynamics, heat, knotting, breeding, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: today my demons won. sorry guys, but I was thinking about it for the longesttttt time

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

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The first time Halsin saw you, he was in his bear form. Held captive in the dark cellar, surrounded by goblins; such lowly creatures. He was helpless and angry, but then he caught a scent of something, or rather someone's scent. Someone who surely didn’t belong there, and that person was you. His ears perked up, intrigued. His muzzle watered a little, your scent being so delicious. But he didn’t want to eat you, of course. His hunger was of a different kind, you see.

At the camp, Halsin could sense you. He felt it in his flesh when you weren’t near. His mind and body grew restless, but it wasn’t only that. When he saw you talking to Wyll or Gale, laughing with them and sharing stories, he felt those sudden pangs of something he hadn’t felt for the longest time; jealousy. He was far too old for that, or so he thought. His heart wasn’t one to stir easily, but with you...it was different. He clenched his jaw unconsciously at the thought of you being with other males. He couldn’t stand this, but he shook his head, ignoring the feeling for now, as he had different matters to attend to.

Yet, his eyes followed you with longing each time you were close.

During the Tiefling Party, it took all the strength he had to reject your rather obvious seductions. You were absolutely sweet, your cheeks flushed from wine, your eyes sparkly and playful. It was a delight to see you so happy and carefree, the hero of the night, the center of attention. You were shining, and despite having so many people to choose from, your eyes found his. Halsin's chest swelled with pride at the thought, but he had to remain composed. That's why he didn’t drink that night; a calculated move on his part, as he feared he might say something he shouldn't have. Halsin already knew he had a certain weakness towards you, and alcohol would only fuel that. In no time, he would confess his feelings for you, saying you were made for each other, that his body and soul yearned for you. He would say he wanted to protect you and love you for eternity, and when he told you that you laughed, thinking he was exaggerating, but he wasn't. It was the truth and his words towards you would be sincere. Then, if he really got carried away and his alpha brain would win over him, he would not let you go until he marked you and pushed his semen deep into your womb. Continuously.

And he knew you for only a few hours at least, and you had a world to save, and he had his duties, and you deserved more than that—you deserved to be courted, to be worshipped. Yet, when he told you to enjoy the night with someone else, deep inside he hoped you wouldn’t.

The thought of you with someone else boiled his veins with anger, but what choice did he have? As he thought about it now, he realised he would act differently that night. He would take your hands in his, kiss them gently and ask you to wait for him, but then, it was different. Maybe he was scared? Maybe he wanted to play it cool, not used to having such abrupt feelings towards someone?

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Halsin wakes up in the middle of the night, sensing your absence. With a sense of urgency, he stands up and follows your scent. You're not in your usual spot. He finds you at the lake, bathed in moonlight, your naked form illuminated against the dark water. Your slender back, cascading hair, and the gentle curve of your hips beneath the water's surface captivate him. You look divine, a sight to behold. However, Halsin quickly averts his gaze, feeling it's inappropriate to observe you in such a vulnerable state. Returning to his tent, he finds his body betraying him, his arousal evident in the half-hardness of his dick.

Oh, how he longs to draw nearer to you, grasp your waist from behind and draw you closer to his body, making you feel his growing arousal pressing against you. Showing you how much he wants you, how much he needs you. He would groan to your ear, bite your neck and take you here and there, as nature intended. But you are not his to claim, he reminds himself sternly, over and over again, resisting the urge to succumb to his primal instincts.

But that was about to change when you left the Shadow-Cursed Lands. He was finally free from responsibilities, finally free to follow his heart's desires, and you quickly noticed this sudden transformation of his. As you traveled together, Halsin seemed drawn to your side, even unconsciously. He sought to protect you from any danger, always ready to lend a hand when needed. You noticed him finding excuses to be near you, to touch you, to engage in conversation. His gaze lingered on you, his presence felt even when he walked behind you. During campfires, he sat close, his body language open and inviting, his thigh brushing yours. Though he laughed and talked with others, his eyes always found their way back to you, his attention unwavering when you spoke. It made you feel shy, this whole-hearted attention Halsin gave you, but undeniably it made you feel appreciated.

Yet, you couldn't shake the memories of your early encounters. After he helped you battling those goblins, covered in blood and exuding raw power, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He appeared strong and imposing, igniting something within you. But when you approached him with openness and willingness at the Tiefling Party, he rejected you, leaving you feeling foolish. You had hoped for mutual feelings or at least some acknowledgment, but for most of your journey, he offered only polite smiles and lukewarm courtesy. Why the sudden change now?

Don’t get me wrong, you basked in the glory of his attention, relishing in those small smiles meant only for you. But amidst the warmth of his gestures, doubts crept into your mind. Weren't you worthy of his notice before? Yet, you quickly brushed aside those thoughts, focusing instead on the present. Halsin cared for you deeply now, ensuring you were fed, rested, and shielded from the sun's harsh rays. He showered you with little gifts; wildflowers plucked from the roadside, stones with intriguing shapes and colours, and delicately carved wooden ducks. There was no mistaking his intentions; Halsin was courting you, with patience and respect. Your heart raced at the thought, eagerly anticipating his next move. You pondered what the future held, though you never could have imagined what was to come.

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You found yourself in heat as soon as you arrived at Baldur's Gate. It was as if your body had finally released the tension accumulated during your harrowing journey through the Shadow-Cursed Lands. After witnessing so much death, roughly cut body parts and darkness, your body sought solace within the safety of the Elfsong Tavern, nestled behind the town walls.

Despite the late hour, neither you nor Halsin slept. Instead, you reveled in each other's company, cuddling on the sofa with the soft glow of the fire casting gentle shadows around you. Halsin held you close, his strong arms enveloping your body, and then he cupped your head, drawing you nearer for what would be your first kiss. As his lips met yours, a haze descended over your mind, and you found yourself yearning for more. You were waiting for so long.

You eagerly shifted positions, settling onto his lap, deepening the kiss with a hunger you couldn't contain. Halsin chuckled softly, his fingers pressing against the sides of your body possessively. You gasped at the sensation, feeling a sudden warmth between your legs as your pants grew damp. Panic surged through you—no, it couldn't be.

"I'm sorry, Halsin, I can't right now," you managed to say as you swiftly freed yourself from Halsin's embrace and fled to your bedroom. You needed space, distance from him until you could gather your thoughts.

His kiss and the sudden rush of emotions triggered your heat, overwhelming you with fear and confusion. You buried your face in your pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggled to make sense of what was happening.

Morning brought a gentle knock at your door, and you knew it was Halsin. He had been there all night, waiting patiently for you. "My love, let me in," his voice was soft, tinged with concern. When silence greeted his words, he spoke again, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, never," you replied, your heart aching at the thought that he might blame himself. "I just don't feel well," you confessed through tears, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"Whenever it is, I'm confident I can help you, my darling," his words were sincere and full of worry. You were clearly in distress, and he felt he should be at your side, not here, behind these closed doors. "Just let me in," Halsin pleaded, his forehead touching the wooden surface in resignation.

You wished he was here too. When you saw his shadow at the door, your heart ached with longing. You were scared he would think poorly of you, scared of losing control to the heat. You hadn't known each other for long, and perhaps it was too soon for him to see this side of you. But at the same time, you were devastated at the thought of being without him. Unsure of what to do, you began to cry, and when Halsin heard your sobs, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going in!" he declared, his voice resolute as he forced the doors open. As soon as he entered the room, he clasped a hand over his mouth. There you lay on the bed, naked, the room dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through closed curtains. The scent of you filled the air, potent and overwhelming. Halsin thought perhaps you had second thoughts when you kissed for the first time, maybe things had moved too quickly, but he certainly wasn't expecting this.

His dick twitched. You were in heat, he realised. "Oh, Tav..." You looked so lost and uncomfortable, your body covered in sweat, your eyes watery. All he wanted to do now was to take you in his arms and never let go.

"Halsin, I feel so hot I can't breathe. Touch me, please," you said, your voice laced with need. Halsin was there in the split of a second, responding to your plea without hesitation.

He took you in his arms, placing you on his lap, and you moaned, the sound emanating from deep inside you. As your bodies touched, you couldn't understand why you had pushed him away before, when you kissed for the first time. He felt like he was made for you, and you for him. Thoughts swirled in your mind as he held you close, his hands roaming all over you, his head buried in your neck, sniffing and then licking with long strokes, revealing in your delicious scent.

You began to grind on his thighs, your pent-up arousal needing release. Desperation fuelled your movements. Halsin placed his rough, large hands on your hips, guiding and assisting your grinding motion. In seconds, you reached climax, moaning and gasping. But it wasn't enough. The heat subsided for just a brief moment. Afterwards, you were ready for more. You wanted Halsin deep inside your wet and willing pussy.

You took his hand in yours and guided him to your heated entrance. "I need you here, Halsin," you whispered urgently.

"And you will have me, my love," he assured, his voice thick with desire.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Halsin quickly took off his clothes. And that’s how you saw his dick for the first time. It was huge, but somehow you suspected it will be. He seemed pleasantly heavy. He was already oozing pre-cum and fully erect. Ready for you.

You lay on your back as he returned to the bed, your legs parted, inviting him in. Slick all over your inner thighs and your entrance, guiding the way. He didn’t even need to finger you. You were perfectly ready. Ready as he was.

Halsin kissed you passionately, causing your body to tremble with the intensity of the sensation. Every ounce of his desire and affection towards you was conveyed in that tender gesture.

"Halsin, please…" you moaned, your hips moving eagerly, your body yearning for more. His arousal at your entrance heightened your senses, driving you to the brink of madness. With a single swift motion, he guided himself inside you, and as he entered, you felt a rush of ecstasy that illuminated your senses like stars in the night sky. A scream of pleasure escaped your lips, echoing in the room, while he grunted softly in your ear, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to maintain control. It was a challenge to remain composed when you felt so incredibly tight and warm around him. The urge to climax threatened to consume him, but he resisted, knowing that this moment was all about you. In this vulnerable state, you entrusted yourself to him, and he vowed to cherish you, to prioritise your pleasure above all else. You were his priority, and he would savour every moment with you.

As Halsin began to move, his motions were deliberate and measured, each thrust a testament to his desire to please you. One hand caressed your full breast, while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider to accommodate him. The sight of you, so beautiful and lewd, whimpering each time he showed his dick deep inside you, elicited a primal desire within him. Every whimper that escaped your lips drove him further, his arousal building with each thrust. He couldn’t help but look at your exquisite, smooth pussy swallowing him over and over again.

"You are so good to me," Halsin murmured, his voice soft and filled with admiration, as he brushed a sticky strand of hair from your forehead before pressing a tender kiss to your skin.

As Halsin placed his thumb on your clitoris, his touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. With deft circular movements, he quickened his pace, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. In response, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, craving the feeling of his muscles against yours, yearning for the weight of his body upon you.

His hard, deliberate strokes combined with the stimulation of your clitoris pushed you over the edge once more, eliciting another powerful climax. "Yes, yes, yes," you repeated, the words tumbling from your lips as your back arched and your inner muscles clenched in pleasure.

"Good girl," Halsin praised, his voice filled with satisfaction and pride. So responsive to his touch.

At this point, Halsin felt himself teetering on the edge of control. Sensing his impending release, he quickened his pace even further, his movements growing more urgent as his knot began to form. With each thrust, his desire to breed you, to fill you with his seed, consumed his thoughts entirely. He wanted nothing more than to hear you scream in pleasure beneath him.

As his movements became more erratic, more sloppy, he whispered urgently against your neck, "I need you to come for me one more time," his voice strained with desire. The sound of his groans mingled with yours, creating a symphony of pleasure as his flesh moved against yours in a passionate rhythm. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of utter pleasure being in his arms, being taken by him, feeling his knot pressing against your entrance.

As his knot fully formed, Halsin pushed it into you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of you. With three final, powerful thrusts, he released himself inside you, his loud moans reverberating through the room. In response, you screamed in ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as you reached your third climax.

You took his knot so well, and he felt an intense rush of satisfaction as he emptied himself deep inside you. His dick, engorged and throbbing, remained buried in your tight, eager pussy, his knot ensuring that his seed would stay where it belonged. In that moment of shared bliss, you both relished the sensation of being joined so intimately, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

With Halsin lying on top of you, his weight pressing down on your smaller frame, you felt a sense of pure bliss wash over you. His presence enveloped you, providing a comforting sense of security. As he remained inside you, filling you completely, you relished the sensation of being pleasantly stretched by his size.

You never wanted him to leave your pussy, not even for a moment. The thought of his knot disappearing, signalling the end of this intimate connection, made you want to cry. But for now, he was still with you, his body pulsing with each release of his seed. You felt his warmth spreading inside you, filling your belly, and you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed by him.

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micah-drew · 6 months

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Record of Ragnarok: How Many…

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How many shots will it takes for me to hookup with the ROR characters? Let’s find out!

Einherjar

Lü Bu: A GOOD…SIX I THINK? I don’t have much reasoning other than I’m pretty sure he bites

Adam: none, because it’s not happening!

Kojiro Sasaki: Uhh, 7?? grandpa doesn’t need to break a hip today

Jack The Ripper: I think 7 again? It just makes sense to me

Raiden Tamemoon: 3 for confidence, praying he doesn’t crush me

Buddha: pass, sorry

Qin Shi Huang: 2 for confidence, yeah

Nikola Tesla: 1 for confidence HE IS SO FINE OH MY LO

Leonidas: 3 for confidence because oh my lord, WHAT A MAN

Soji Okita: pass

Michel Nostradamus: blackout. deadass I need to be fully blackout for a CHANCE

Sakata Kintoki: pass, again

Simo Häyhä: probably not gonna hookup, but I’ll give him a little kiss on the cheek!

Gods

Thor: I THINK 7…NOT GONNA LIE IM A LITTLE INTIMIDATED..

Zeus: PASS. NOT HAPPENING N

Poseidon: probably 7, I feel like he’d insult me the whole time for taking so much shots but iTS FINEEE

Heracles: 2, for confidence. he’s like a teddy bear I think

Shiva: UHH…7, yeah 7 seems good

Hajun: pass.

Hades: 3 for confidence, thank you and we move on

Beelzebub: I love him, but probably 9 or close to blackout I’m gonna be fully honest

Apollo: 2 for confidence, why is everyone in this round so fine

Loki: PASS.

Hermes: I think 4?? yeah 4 seems good

Ares: pass, sorry bestie

Adamas: pass

Odin: IMMEDIATE PASS THIS GREASY MOTHERF

Aphrodite: 2 for confidence

Valkyries

Randgriz: I think 2 is good personally, no reason other than I’m shy

Reginleif: pass

Hrist: SOBER. FULLY SOBER OH MY LORD

Thrud: 1 for confidence! I like when tall women…

Göndul: 1 for confidence, again. can we kiss now

Geirölul: …fully sober or 1 for confidence, because oh my GOD WHAT A WOMAN PLEASE I AM ON MY KN- *coughs* sorry the demons won uh

Brunhilde: 3 for confidence

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Why did I do this instead of actually writing? I don’t know

Anyways Geirölul supremacy—

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dealwithadeer · 2 months

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Short fic: Whose fault?

Husker had been in one of his .. less than pleasant moods today. Not that the feline was a happy camper on a regular day but he either tended to be much more passive, minding his own business or actually in good spirits thanks to the delusions of Hells Princess having caught unto him. Alastor made a mental note to take care of that last part. Not that he usually minded Husker actually having any sort of positive emotions, he always preached about how good the simple act of smiling and being in a constant good mood was after all, but his cat seemed to be in need of a reminder that this was a temporary project and that redemption was nothing but a dream especially for demons like him who were better off as he was anyway.

No, Husker was in one of his moods where he decided that blaming Alastor for well, everything was a good idea.

And Alastor was in one of these moods where instead of outright punishing Husker (the Radio Demon did not easily get angry at his favorite souls, seeing Huskers little acts of 'rebellion' and outspokenness more like the hissing and the stubbornness of his catlike nature and therefore as something more amusing than annoying most of the time. Provided Husker did not dare to mention certain things) he simply decided to treat him with the truth.

"Oh, then I am quite sorry, Husker.", Alastor said as he came towards his cat (demon) in a way that was intimidating enough to shut the other demon up. "Because it seems that I .. misremember certain things. After all, the way you talk about it, it sounds to me like I forced you into our little arrangement."

They were now rather close. Alastor forcing his feline friend to look up at him by touching his face in what could be described as a sincere parody of affection "So tell me, my friend, did I force your hand? Was I the one to even bring up the possibility of you selling your soul to me?"

Ever the honest fellow, Husker answered rather reluctantly.

"No, Boss."

"Then tell me since my memory of what happened after our little game seems to be rather incomplete today."

"I... offered up myself in exchange for my casino."

"Oh, that's right. Now, I am starting to remember. You begged me to take your soul in exchange for even just half the things I won that night."

Now their faces were just inches away from each other.

"What was it that I said again?"

And oh, Alastor could see the conflict, the anger and the resulting submission and regret in these eyes.

"That you.. always wanted to have a cat."

"And what did you answer?"

"That if...if you give me back what I lost.. "

Silence hung between them but Alastor made it clear that he was not going to let Husk leave until he finished that sentence.

"I'll be that cat."

Any tension and threat disappeared into thin air, as Alastor let him go with a "Wonderful. So it seems that I was not the one to ruin your life and force you to be mine after all."

Alastor walked away, but only after shortly petting Husker briefly as a sort of 'reward' for his admission.

"Seems you only have yourself to blame for this."

#husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #radiohusk #could also be #platonic radiohusk #up to interpretation really

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boristhestinker · 4 months

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the gay thoughts won today im sorry

#YAOI IS REAL #duster mother 3 #mother 3 #mother #earthbound series #flint mother 3 #fluster #flintdust #my demons won today im sorry #I SWEAR I LIKE WOMEN

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lennadanvers · 2 months

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Hi! I love everything youve written with my entire fucking heart like you dont understand there hasnt been a single thing of yours that I havent liked! Anyways, I was wondering if you could write some more Simon Riley? You write him so well it isnt even funny. If you cant, no worries! I think youre amazing!!!!

Hi! Thanks a lot for the praise, it means a lot (you don't even know how much, I'm pretty new to fanfic writing and posting stuff is still kinda terrifying, but when people say things like this it warms my heart). Anyway, I had this sitting in my drafts for way too long, and found the energy to finish it today. Sorry for the delay, I hope you still enjoy it.

Thanks for your patience <3

Every coin has two faces

Ghost doesn’t like to think about himself.

Maybe the mask is an effort to conceal his own face when he walks past a mirror, rather than to guard his identity. Maybe it has a double purpose. Maybe it’s just one: to hide. Whatever the case, Simon Riley avoided thinking about himself. Of how he looked. How he sounded. Or moved-

Until he had met you.

Fresh blood. As in a new recruit and as in that you were bleeding the first time he saw you. Despite the bloody nose, there was something there. A burn in your eyes. The sharp smile you threw to the recruit laying at your feet. To the one responsible for your pain. Sparring wasn’t supposed to be this dirty, but they had crossed the line. And you had slaughtered it in response. A fucking demon; you had become violence on the flesh and unleashed something nasty upon them.

Once you had won the fight -not fair and square, but they had asked for it-, you stopped. Put the leash on whatever it was that took over you, and stepped back, hand to your bloody face.

Simon smelled something rotten.

For the untrained nose, it wasn’t noticeable. Most people would have looked at you and seen a surprisingly skilled recruit, that’s it. But he saw himself. Broken recognizes broken, he supposes. The anger ready to jump out. The control; years of training that someone as young as you would only have if they started before even learning to talk.

That’s what it was, wasn’t it? You were another survivor. Another messed up past. Another broken child who grew into a desperate, cold monster.

Ghost saw himself in you.

It went downhill from there. Simon Riley knew it was a bad idea, he was a bad idea. But you were so good. Scary good. Too damn close to perfect for him to be at ease. He kept an eye on you. From afar. Very, very far. From a second-floor window. From his elevated position as a sniper in the field. From a couple dozens of yards in the training area. Through Soap’s gossip.

Simon Riley had never been so close to liking himself. You were fast, methodic, smart and precise. You were strong, witty, sarcastic and poisonous. He was interested, involved, captivated and weirdly vulnerable.

It haunted Ghost how much of himself he saw in you. It just made the few contrasts (sparkly smile, short body, soft curves) feel sweeter. Just made him want to be closer. If you were so… So beautiful, so elegant, deadly, appealing, valuable… Maybe he was, too. Maybe it happened to you too. Maybe, when you looked at him, you saw yourself. Maybe you understood.

That’s why the way you looked at him it chipped his heart a little.

He had never considered himself particularly handsome. Just a man. But this man had a good body -strong, healthy, taller than most. He was good at his job- effective, respected, he had earned his position. He knew not to get into other people’s business, and he had a decent sense of humor. Some women had even complimented his accent- apparently his voice was quite attractive. The few that had seen his face hadn’t complained, either.

Obviously, he didn’t expect everyone to be interested in him. Simon knew the mask weirded some people out. But it wasn’t the mask, was it?

It was him.

You looked at him like he was the president of the welcoming committee of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Like you’d shoot him if he took a step too close (he never stood within less than six meters from your personal space, mind you). Whenever he entered the room, you stabbed him with your side eye. If Ghost had to walk past you in the hallway, you’d stick to the wall like a fucking tree frog, for God’s sake. And he hadn’t even talked to you directly.

Simon hadn’t been able to wrap his head around it.

Until now, that is. After you had been chosen to go with the team to a mission. One that was supposed to be easy. In and out. No more than a couple hours. No finding a place to stay the night. No ending up divided in a couple different locations. And definitely no spending the night hiding with you.

Alone.

There had been bullets flying everywhere. He was calm, fast. You knew better than to give him dirty looks when he dragged you to safety. But you were looking at him now. And he was terrified.

All this time, the scarred, broken kid inside him had recognized the scared, lost kid inside you. Ghost had seen himself in you.

But you had seen someone else in him.

His broad figure and trained muscles weren’t attractive, were they? They were menacing. His stealth, aim and training weren’t worthy of admiration, but fear. The hard-earned respect, the power, was nothing but a weapon, a strategic position from which to attack. Your dirty looks were the hate you had spent years nursing. God, the way you pressed against the wall in the hallways- your most basic instincts keeping you away from the predator.

Simon is a threat to you.

And you’re looking at him as if he was his father.

Ghost stares back at you from across the abandoned building you’re going to have to spend the whole night in. He’s going to be sick- you look sick. Simon knows how you feel. Being trapped in a house with a man who can beat you into a bloody pulp. Someone bigger, stronger and more powerful. Big body, hard knuckles and labored breath. Next to him, you’re so small. You’re weaker, have less experience and power over him. And you can’t leave: it would be worse. You’re trapped with him.

Alone.

It kills him, the way you step away from his body as soon as you can. How you don’t look him in the eyes, following his hands instead. He feels disgusting.

Simon takes a deep breath and forces his voice to sound calm- he’s not- and quiet.

“You alright? No wounds?”

He knows both answers: no and no. But he has to ask. Has to let you know he cares. He’s on your side. Here to take care of you. Not to hurt.

You shake your head.

“Good. Gonna stay ‘ere tonight. The others can’t be far. Contact Price to let ‘im know our position.”

A nod. He’s used to giving orders, but right now his voice sounded harsher than he would have liked to hear. Ghost winces.

“Thank you.”

It’s the surprise in your eyes that ignites his hope. He’s not an asshole. Maybe.

You don’t trust him, either way. After you eat- pressed against the wall, knees between you and him-, it’s time to prepare for the night. Simon knows how he’d feel if he was in your place. He’s more than sure you’re not happy sleeping in the same room as the big, creepy guy with military equipment who reminds you of a nightmare.

He takes off the gloves first. Someone told him he has nice hands, once. They’re brutal. But human. The mask is next. Usually- always- it stays on during missions, even if they last days. He can make an exception. His naked hand undresses the chin, the mouth, the nose- the scars. Simon bats his short eyelashes, as if the dim light of the sun setting was bothering him- he wants to show you he’s weak. He can be.

You stare at him from the other side of the room, still, a deer in headlights. Simon tucks the mask and his gloves into one of his pockets. Decides he’s keeping the bulletproof vest. But he can spare his gun. And the sniper rifle. And his knives- except for the one hidden inside his pants: he’s not undressing in front of your terrified eyes, and at least he has something to defend himself with, in case the enemy finds you. Everything else goes into a pile on the floor. He then steals a glance at you.

You’re looking at him unsure. He’s not only your superior, but a ruthless soldier. This is not the protocol. In fact, he’s being quite stupid by choosing to spend the night disarmed.

Simon shrugs. He’s not going to explain himself to you.

“’s uncomfortable to sleep with all that metal. ‘m a fucking bell.”

You give him another nod. It’s weird, how much you talk around other people. You’re usually loud, even your laugh. You laugh with other people. He’s seen you laugh at Soap’s jokes. He’s heard you teasing him about his accent.

Or, rather than that, the weird thing is how quiet you are next to him.

Ghost likes his recruits obedient and focused. Makes it easier to give orders if people have a cool head and are ready to follow. But you’re not. You’re ready to fight, flight or freeze, and you don’t trust him. You don’t trust he’ll keep you alive and well. Because you’re too busy making sure he can’t hurt you.

Except he can. He could. If he wanted. He doesn’t. For the life of him, he does not want to hurt you. Simon himself is terrified of the possibility.

Ghost knows it’s an absurd idea. He has no reason to. He is your superior, and you’re together in this. You’re supposed to watch each other’s backs. To be a team.

But right now, all you are is terrified.

And he doesn’t know how to make it stop. So he resorts to giving you choices.

“Wan’ the first watch?”

Say no, and he’ll make sure not even a cockroach crosses that door. You’ll be safer than in base.

You nod.

He bares his neck. Ghost has seen your teeth, and they’re more than enough to cause serious damage. Go on, he’s telling you, make sure I can’t fight back. Simon doesn’t say it, of course. Instead, he lays on the cold floor, away from the door and from you. Look, he’s out of the way. You can run, if you want to. You can wait until he’s asleep, grab his weapons and disappear. You can hide somewhere else until the sun rises. He just knows you’re good at hiding. He turns his back to you. There, it is yours to stab. If he ever gave you any reason to feel like this about him, by all means, go on. End his misery. But, most importantly, end yours. Take your pick, he left you an arsenal. He’s dying a death by his own weapons either way.

The shadow your body casts on the wall stays still a long time. It’s been well after an hour since he slowed his breathing down when you finally move into a comfortable position. The ruffling of your clothes and the little sigh you let out make him feel a little less cold. A little less like a monster.

When the sun wakes him up the next morning, you’re still sleeping. Ghost should reprimand you severely; should have woken him up, should have made sure someone was watching the door. But he can’t find it in him to do it, to betray this shadow of trust.

So Simon takes a mental picture of your relaxed face- he’s never seen it so close, it’s a sight worth risking his life for- and turns around. He pretends to sleep until you wake up and start making noise.

I hope you liked it, thanks again for the ask <3

If you (or anyone) have an idea/request/suggestion, I'll be happy to read them. It may take some time, but I promise I'll do my best. Also, I'm sorry if I made any mistakes, English is not my first language and today my brain was particularly confused. Just let me know and I'll fix it.

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jounosnumberoneslut · 1 year

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You wanted to suffer right?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky x Reader x Nikolai Gogol NSFW

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

Pairings... Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem!reader, Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader, little bit Nikolai Gogol x Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Contains... smut! oral (f!receiving, m!receiving) face sitting, handcuffs, biting, spanking, anal, teasing, hair pulling, threesome, dirty talk

AFAB reader

Your boss, Sigma the manager of the Sky Casino where you work as a croupier. There you met with the long black haired russian man, Fyodor Dostoyevsky while you were at work. You were impressed by the intelligence as he simply played and won every match. He always had a demonic grin as he gazed into your soul.. He frequently came to play (but only to your table) and one time he asled, „What if I want you as a reward, instead of money?” You fantasized about him more and more so...why not? It wasn’t the last time you had him in your bedroom.

There wasn’t any feelings between the two of us just satisfied each others needs. But mostly you his... He rarely made you cum. He was gentle everytime, and knew you felt good under him, what was enough. He just fucked you and left, never slept with you, what felt slightly bad to you, but wasn’t mad at him. He is like that, and you love to be his personal sextoy.

The other man whom you hookup sometimes is Nikolai Gogol. He likes simply hanging out in the casino. Once when you had a day off, he striked up a conversation you. He is quiet attractive, muscular, tall and his braided long white hair... You two engaged some flirtation and that day ended in your bed with him, what became regularly between you.

Fyodor was played at your table again but this time you felt yourself sassy and didn’t let him win. You shuffled the cards in that way, which led to a stranger winning. Your shift is over, startes to collect your cards, but Fyodor sit against you.

- What is it for madam? You don’t want me? – He asked and you just grinned and packed away your cards.

- Of course I want you, but today I’m hungry for pain. I wanted to give you a reason to punish me. – You said. He smiled on your answer and stood up as you.

You two went to your bedroom. When you entered Fyodor softly pushed you to the wall with his body.

- You was a bad, bad girl... Now tell me, how do you want to suffer Myshka?

- I want you to spank me Fedya. – said lustfully and licked his lower lip. He brushed his mouth to yours, entered in his toungue roughly. You walked to your bed while kissing, then broke up from your mouth with a harsh bite. Felt something’s dribbling from your lips, you got your hand there. On your finger you saw your own blood. He sat down to the edge of your bed and grabbed his hand to see what he did.

- Are you scared? – he grinned sinfully.

- Can’t describe how much I am enjoying this! – you kneeded.

- Then lie on my lap, up with your pretty butt. – his lips curved into a devilish smile while he ordered you. You did what he said, with your clothes on, lied onto Fyodor’s lap. You felt his bulge on your tummy, he is already hard. He pulled down your pants and panties with one fast stroke and hit hard your ass with his big bare palm. You cried out his name loudly.

- Is this what you wanted? – he asked.

- Yeees... – you blurted hungrily.

To be completely honest, you’ve been considering something so rough fucking for a while, like you couldn’t be able to walk. *another slap on your ass* You want bruises, bite marks on your body, feel the pain in your neck, ass, hips, breasts for days. *and another* Suddenly your place’s entrance door opened, only one person knows the keypad’s code, and it is none other than Nikolai. He entered in your home with handcuffs in his hand.

- What the...? – he was suprised as he saw what you two are doing.

You never told him about Fyodor and inversely like this. You fucked with each of them without emotions, felt unnecessary talk about the other.

- Nikolai what are you doing here? – he placed his hand to your butt. – Are you messing with me again?

- What do you think Dos kun, I brought this handcuff to Y/n, not to you!

- Are... are you know each other?! – you didn’t expect this.

- This clown is my coworker. And your fuckbuddy as I see...

- Like you Dos kun! – Nikolai chuckled and clasped him. The black haired man wasn’t so happy. Nikolai spanked your ass and asked – This insatiable slut keep sending me messages, about to torment her. Why don’t we give her what she want and fuck her into a mess? – he whispered into Fyodor’s ear.

- What a rotten whore you are Myshka. – he spanked your ass last time then made you kneel before him. – Now you get what you deserve. You can start with mine dear.

You shivered from this whole situation. The two men whom you fuck are coworkers, and know each others as well. And now you can have them both. You unzipped Fyodor’s pants, freed his aching cock. Slowly moved your hand on his lenght and kitten licked it’s top. The man let out a small sigh and closed his eyes. Nikolai took off his pants, boxer clicked his tongue and said:

- Tsk, tsk darling, you wanted to suffer right? Let me handcuff you. You can’t touch us, only with that pretty mouth of yours.

He runned his thumb through your lower lip then placed his hand beneath your head. Gently pressed down into his throbbing cock while holding your hair in his hands. Your tongue swallowing around it as he groans in response. You licked his balls then from above to belove his full lenght. Fyodor’s mouth curved into a scornful smile, moved his own hand on his dick while stared your actions. He stood up and used his tip as a lipstick on your mouth, doesn’t care about Nikolai’s dick touching his own. Suddenly pushed it in. You felt like your mouth want to split, with the two pulsating cock in. You wanted to touch them so much, it's hard to care with both of them. Nikolai pulled out and carefully flapped it to your face. You hissed, with Fyodor’ cock in your mouth and tears filled your eyes. The white haired man can’t handle himself, grabbed your hair and pulls you up, teared down the uniform of you. The russian unbuttoned your bra and squizzed your boobs together from behind. Nikolai’s himble hand wandered down to your needy cunt, caresses it and licked your breast. The man behind your back, brushed away your hair from your neck, placed soft kisses to it. You rasped between them.

- You didn’t even kiss me! – said it upset.

- And we won’t. – Nikolai purred into your collarbone, stared into his coworkers eyes who licked your neck, then kissed him harshly.

They were massaging their tongues together next to your ear, you heard the sloppy sound of their saliva. You wanted to kiss them so hard. Fyodor broke the kiss, licked your earlobe instead then roughly bit your neck while one of his long, bony finger slipped into your hole. Your knees buckled and cried out his name.

- What is it little mouse? Hm? Now, please obey and sit on Nikolai’s face. – Your eyes lit up, he used his tongue on you everytime like you could see stars.

He laid on the bed, massaged his own cock with one hand. You crawled above him face. He licked his lips before you lowered yourself, but he was faster, grabbed your thights and pulled you down. His tongue lapped on your warm, fleshy pink cunt. You let out a loud moan and brushed his hair with your handcuffed hands. Fyodor walked to you raised his index finger front of his mouth, grabbed your hair. You made eyecontact before you put his full lenght in your mouth. Your hips moved faster on Nikolais face, tongue fucked your needy hole, his nose lunged your pulsating clit. The russian didn't spare, fucked your mouth, you gaggled on his lenght with teary eyes. You were closer and closer to your climax like him, but suddenly you felt your mouth engulfed in wet heat. You tried to swallow all his cum, but a little spills out and dropped down to the others man face. Fyodor groaned,

- You won’t cum on his face dear... sit on him. I want to see how his cock sinking into your tiny pussy.

You blushed from his word, raised yourself up and crawled behind, while Nikolai uncuffed you. You took his cock and placed to your entrance, slowly sat down to it, let out a moan. He stroked your cheek, gazed at your satisfied face. You started to move gently on his thick cock when you felt the other man’s hands are parting your asscheeks. You frightened when felt Fyodor’s cock at your hole. He leaned to your ear and whispered.

- Lay to Nikolai’s chest and relax for me dear.

You did what he said but it was very painfull while he pushed himself in. You deepened your nails into Nikolai’s muscular chest, whimpered above him. He looked deep into your teary eyes, kissed you gently, and purred:

- You feel so good baby, move if you think you can do it.

The pain in your ass lessened, you could move your hips on their cocks. Hurted a bit, but it morphed into sweet pain. You moaned their names in turn, you three moved your hips together. Nikolai pushed your pussy from above, Fyodor your ass from behind. You got closer to your climax, moved faster on them. Nikolai bit your neck while Fyodor your shoulder from behind. Harshly he pulled out his cock and cummed to your back, you felt his sperm flows down between your asscheeks. Nikolai still moved his hips, watched your breasts bouncing at the front of his face. He gnawed your ass and shot himself deep into you. You panted on him when Fyodor slapped your ass, then laid next to you.

- Was this enough for you slut? – he asked.

- May... maybe... – you are trying to sound like pompous.

- So another round? – Nikolai asked with jolly grin on his face – But now I'll put it in your pretty booty. – and winked at you.

- Don’t even think about it Kolya. I still need to my asshole.

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#anime #bsd #bungou stray dogs #manga #bungo stray dogs #nikolai x reader #nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai bsd #gogol bsd #nikolai x y/n #fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky #fyodor x y/n #smut #fyodor bsd

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gangplanksorenji · 1 year

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Good _arts (When everything feels lost but I am—)

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 3353

A/N 1: Hellow Orenjideul! This will be my year-end fic and Happy new year to y'all! Thank you for following the journey I had been into and I hope you'll like this piece of mine! Stay safe y'all!

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“I just wanna love myself

난 좋을 때도 나쁠 때도

Love my weakness

화려했던 기대와는

달리왠지 볼품없다 해도

Find the good parts, the good parts—”

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Breathe in; breathe out.

Just take a deep breath and you’ll be fine—just don’t overthink about it and you’ll be fine.

It doesn’t work—nothing seems to be working in the first place.

One more try. Calm yourself and relax your mind—feel the euphoric essence and not fall to the dark abyss lurking down.

“Hah…” you let out a deep sigh and smiled right after, knowing that you did what you could—your utmost performance. Gaslighting yourself that you did everything flawlessly isn’t gonna work and it never will.

“Ohh… I shouldn’t have gone over the limit, how stupid of me!” Another blame onto yourself for an unfortunate mishap leads you into losing your confidence. You frowned in frustration as the post-realization of your embarrassment is inevitable—you wanted to forget what happened but simply can’t.

Letting it slide off your mind wouldn’t help if you keep on thinking on how to forget it, and it shows. You puff your cheeks and let out a long breath, wanting yourself to ease the pain you’ve been feeling.

*phone vibrates*

You don’t want to answer it first as you—wait, what if it’s someone? Well, you don’t want to even put up a fight of your own demons on just a simple decision of answering a phone call, right? So, without a doubt, you picked it up without even looking at who it was and you were surprised by the voice on the phone.

“Hello Oppa!”

Your eyes widen; cheeks forming a shade of red as your lips involuntarily form a smile. You just can’t help but feel the ultimate delight whenever you hear her saccharine voice—even her scuffed voice on the phone can’t deny how sweet her voice is.

Chaewon. Kim Chae-won. The sweetest girl you’ve ever met; the cutest girl on the whole planet; the person that you can always lean on and trust—she just has everything a man wants and you’re lucky you’ve met her. Nothing in this world is perfect, but she’s the literal living embodiment of “perfection” and no one could change your mind with that—she’s your everything.

“Yah, Hello Chaewon-ah. Why did you call me?”

“Ahh, I called you to ask you how things went…”

“Huh, what do you mean by that?” you played dumb and oblivious on the phone, hoping that Chaewon would change the topic but her curiosity is inevitable—you don’t want to talk about the performance earlier as you wanted to forget what just happened.

“Hmp, don’t play dumb Oppa. I’m talking about your performance today! Did it went goo—”

“No.”

A cold, unnerving tone breaks Chaewon's sentence and the radiant energy that she emanates. Even though the both of you are just in a phone call, she can feel how spine-chilling your tone is. You don’t want to scare Chaewon in any way, it’s just the fact that you don’t want to talk about what happened earlier but she doesn’t seem moved by your sudden change of demeanor.

“Oh… I’m sorry for asking that, Oppa.”

“Uh-ahh, it’s a-alright, Chaewon. It’s just…”

“It’s just?”

You paused, pouting your lips, uneasy on what you’re going to say but you will, for you trust Chaewon with all your heart and you know how she’ll understand you.

“It's just—can I just come over at your place?”

“Ohh… Sure, Oppa. It's just that we're in a cafe with Kazuha and Yunjin, so maybe I'll come home later than expected.”

You frantically nod as you smile, knowing that you'll meet her again.

“Ohh, alright… Uhm, can I just come and fetch you on your way home? So you don't need to bother calling yourself a taxi. Just say where the cafe is and I'll go there—”

“Oh, it's alright Oppa. I'll just call a cab on my way home so you don't need to bother—”

“Please, Chaewon-ah?” your tone is reassuring and sincere, letting Chaewon know how much you trust her and how you wanted to mind fetching her in the first place.

Chaewon was having second thoughts at first as she thinks that you’ll be bothered enough but her heart says the opposite—she wants to meet you and is unhesitant of thinking about denying it.

“If you insist, Oppa… Sure thing.”

“Thank you, Chaewon-ah. Just call me if I’ll fetch you, I’m in my car right now, okay?”

“Okay Oppa, bye.”

“Bye Chaewon.”

You ended the call right after and let out a deep sigh. The sigh wasn’t anything near of stress but rather, a sigh of reassurance knowing that your day is getting a little brighter after talking to Chaewon on the phone.

Ah, she’s really a gift from above and you’ll forever cherish—

*phone rings*

Your eyelids slowly open; your eyes adjusting from the bright light your car screen (the touchscreen device or basically a screen that can be called as an ‘infotainment system’) is emanating. Suddenly, you come back to your senses and the phone rings echoes around the vehicle.

You slept without even knowing that you actually did. It’s must be the pent-up stress earlier but the phone is still ringing, maybe you should answer it—

“Hello? Chaewon?”

“Oppa! I already texted you on where the cafe is. Meet me there, right near the benches, okay?”

“Okay, Chaewon. I just slept all of a s-sudden. *yawns* I’m sorry.”

“Oppa, it’s alright. You’re not sorry; I understand how tough your day must be.”

“Thank you Chaewon-ah—” you smiled through the phone, enamored by how thoughtful and understanding she is—you’re always grateful for meeting a girl like her.

“—for understanding me. Uhm, I’ll come to the cafe as soon as possible, okay? Bye, see ya’.”

“Bye Oppa, see you too!”

You hung up the phone call as you rushed-not-so-rushed out of the parking position you’re in, ready to fetch Chaewon on the cafe she texted. You’re grateful that the cafe wasn’t really far from where you are right now—not even exceeding two kilometers according to the navigation system you’ve searched on.

“Bingo. It's not that far away, gladly.”

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Slowly dancing your head alongside the beat of the song from the radio, you feel a hint of delight and satisfaction—it may not seem to do something but it’ll do. Not so long after numerous songs, you finally arrived at the cafe she texted and thanked yourself for not getting lost on your way here, even though you almost did.

*horns blaring*

As soon as she saw the familiar color and plate number of your car, she waved goodbye to her friends, Kazuha and Yunjin as they exchanged smiles between the delightful blabbering they had earlier. A black-haired girl with her faint white highlights waddled her way onto your car and as soon as you saw it, you hopped out of the car and opened the door for her.

“Aww, you’re so sweet, Oppa. Thank you…”

“It’s no big deal, Chaewon-ah.”

You also insisted on waving goodbye to her friends as they responded immediately. With your not-so-awkward meeting with Chaewon, you laughed it out as she smiled endearingly to you. You made eye contact with her as you awkwardly looked away right after, feeling something’s uncanny and off at this moment. Not so long after, the both of you hopped into the vehicle.

“Yah, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uhm, I’m just worried about you earlier, what seems to be the bad thing that happened?”

Her eyes switched demeanor as it fixated towards you as her eyebrows scrunch in curiosity, expecting an answer uttering from your lips.

“O-o-ohh, t-that? Uhm, it’s just noth—”

“Stop with this Oppa, I’m here to help. So please—” her gaze locked onto yours again, her eyes reassuring and endearing for you to tell the truth. She further reassures you by caressing your right thigh as her thumb fidgets around the cloth.

“—tell me the truth.”

You're skeptical, your lips sighed in defeat as you looked right into her eyes, her captivating eyes—stare on those soulful, hazel-brown eyes—and finally, said what you've been keeping.

“I didn't deliver my best performance and I was ashamed of myself for being such the weakest link…”

Chaewon's eyes were in the mix of concern and distraught, unsure of what could happen next. She caressed your left cheek, cupping it gently right after as she reassured you.

“Oppa, you were never the weakest link. We may all have flaws but it doesn't mean it's always negative. We also have our own strengths too—”

“Yeah, but—I messed up pretty badly.”

“How bad?”

You clicked your tongue and faced away from her and to the window, being embarrassed as you gained enough strength again to open up to her.

“Really bad… I just—there’s just a lot to tell you.”

Chaewon's eyebrows furrowed in dismay, frowning right after as she felt sympathy for your maybe-your-worst mistakes.

“It's alright, Oppa. We'll continue this later, okay?'”

“Alright…”

Before stepping on the gas pedal, you thought of one thing and asked Chaewon something.

“Aren’t Kazuha and Yunjin going to come home? I mean, I can escort them on their way home—”

“Oh, them? They said that they’ll still stay and I decided to go and meet you earlier than expected because of you Oppa.”

You're in shock, eyes wide open from her statement. Did she really did that for you? Well, that’s really sweet. You had never thought that Chaewon would be this serious just to meet you—maybe your wretched state earlier is enough for her concerned heart to act up.

“Oh wow Chaewon… Thank you, I owe you so much—”

“Come on Oppa, it’s alright; the feeling is mutual too. I owe you a lot too…”

Her smile exudes sweetness and vibrance, making it brighter than any star on the cluster of systems known to mankind. That smile of hers. It is one of the reasons why I love her with all my heart.

After a small, affectionate talk with her, you then stepped on the gas pedal and drove your way onto Chaewon’s place.

*car vrooms*

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“Yah, Oppa! That was so awkward!”

“I know right? Like we just stared at each other and thank God, he talked first.”

“Oh wow. *giggles* Oh, we're at our place now.”

Chaewon hurriedly readied herself as you parked the car and turned off the engine. You unlocked the doors and both of you got out of the car and initiated to carry Chaewon’s bag in order to ease the burden that she’s carrying even though she doesn’t have any—you’re repaying her kind heart with your gentlemanly actions.

Chaewon unlocks the door of her house and you were surprised with the new ambiance—organized shelves alongside the new T.V. setup and new pillowcases and carpets, and the strawberry scent by the diffuser serves as the cherry on top.

“Wow, a lot has changed here since my last visit.”

“Yeah, I tend to organize stuff in my free time and I thank Kkura-unnie for helping me out in organizing things.”

“Wow, that’s great to hear.”

Chaewon then rushed to the refrigerator to get some water and glasses on the shelves. You wander down around the living room and smile seeing the pictures of her friends, family, herself and the both of you lying around the cabinet.

“You want some water, Oppa?”

“Oh, I’m pretty good right now—”

“Food? We got some leftover ‘kimchi jjigae’ (kimchi stew) and some ‘jjajangmyeon’ (black bean noodles) here. Don’t you want some?”

“Nah, I’m good Chaewon. Thanks anyways.”

“Uhm, now talk to me, Oppa.”

Oh yeah. You suddenly forgot the reason why you’re at her place and you wouldn’t dare to lie in front of your teeth with such a plethora of excuses.

“Oh, that…” your face suddenly vexed, remembering the grasps of such an embarrassing act in front of the audience. You just thank god no one laughed hysterically on your mistakes or unless you could’ve lost your confidence there and there.

“I don’t know what to really feel. I feel like all my practice has gone into dust after that mistake. I just hate myself after that.” you sighed deeply, feeling the regret and dismay of what happened earlier.

“I don’t even know if the mentors and my professors were amused by my performance, I forgot a couple of my lines and I’m glad I made some impromptu to slide it off but it just doesn’t seem right.”

You brought your right hand onto your forehead, closing your eyes as disappointment dominated your emotions.

“It was your last, graded performance, right, Oppa?”

“Yeah, and I fucked up bad.”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that Oppa—” Chaewon then went and sat right beside you as she held your hand, making you reassured by her touch. “—you didn’t mess up anything and you said you said some impromptu to cover it up, right?”

“Yes, but here’s the worst thing: I went blank multiple times and stuttered too. I just feel fucked at that moment—shit…”

“Oppa…” Chaewon’s face is now closer against yours, staring endearingly with those puppy eyes. “Have you ever considered looking at the brighter side?”

“How come there’s a brighter side, Chaewon? I messed up and thank god no one noticed yet only the smallest details.”

“There can be, Oppa.”

You always know how optimistic Chaewon is—how she often cheers you up and makes your day brighter. You always know how she can make you laugh even in your all-so-serious mood, she just knows how she can make you in awe and let down your defenses for her—she’s your kryptonite.

You half-expected her to tell things like this before you fetched her and you’re right. You feel skeptical with her persuasions but you can’t help but think of the brighter side of this.

“Hah… Alright, Chaewon, enlighten me then.”

“Have you ever thought that the impromptu you made could be actually better than the script?”

“B-But I wrote the script, and I don’t think it’s better—”

“Oppa, even the simplest of actions can impact something so vastly. Maybe, just maybe, your professors or mentors can even applaud or complement your performance despite something lacking, yet I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing bad.”

You paused for a moment, contemplating Chaewon's reassuring and optimistic words. Maybe she can be right.

“Tch, I don’t know Chaewon but—”

Chaewon anticipates. Her idyllic yet worrying expression—her furrowed eyebrows matched with her saccharine smile—painted all over her face expects something following your conjunction.

“But?”

You hugged her. Without any second to waste, you didn’t hesitate to kiss her cheeks and thanked her for her thoughtfulness and the time to listen to you.

You owe her so much and you feel like, you didn’t deserve her—

No. Stop with these intrusive thoughts and look to the brighter side—like how Chaewon would say to you.

The hug lasted for only a couple of seconds and you could tell how Chaewon was flustered at that moment—her cheeks tinted a rosy pink as well as her ears getting red at the moment.

“Chaewon, thank you so much for these.”

Your genuine tone makes Chaewon in awe, her eyes pleading as her smile exudes vibrance and you can't help but fall into the contagiousness of it—smiling too as soon as she smiles.

“It's just a small thing, Oppa. I'm always there for you, don't you forget it.”

She then hugged you tightly and you didn't hesitate to accept her affection—accepting it with open arms. She deepened the embrace with her face resting on your chest as she murmured, “Thank you too, Oppa. I’m so thankful to meet you. So so thankful…”

Your eyes involuntarily teared-up, touched by her short yet sweet message as you didn't hesitate to let out your true feelings too.

“I could never ask for anything more in this world because of you Chaewon. Thank you for everything.”

The embrace was full of affection as you pushed her gently against you—the both of you meeting eyes to each other—breaking the embrace in exchange for a kiss. A kiss to remember.

The next thing Chaewon saw is just your lips latched onto hers as you taste the faint of the vanilla lip balm. You kissed her a little bit more before detaching, your animalistic urge wanting more but you resisted.

“I love you, Chaewon.”

These simple words are enough to make someone's heart flutter. These simple words are worth remembering for a lifetime. These simple words that can make thousands and thousands of memories worth cherishing.

“I love you too, Oppa.”

The both of you locked eyes and exchanged smiles, feeling reinvigorated than before.

“Just to hope they would be pleased, at least.”

“I believe that they will, Oppa. Also—” Chaewon got off on the couch as she hurriedly got something on the shelves.

Wires with the colors of blue and black is all you can see as she set-ups the conglomeration of wires near the T.V. and with that, you insisted to help yet within a blink of an eye, she already finished wiring anything up.

“—do you wanna play some games, Oppa?” she asked you with a controller in her hand.

You would be lying if you don't want to. How can you resist playing with a puffball like her? With that being said you nodded and got the wireless controller from her hand as you started grasping the controls of it.

“Try and be relaxed, Oppa. We'll play some chill exploration games if you want to so you won't be stressed.”

Another nod, agreeing on her actions.

“Ahh, the things you do to me, Chaewon…”

And now with a simple click, the game starts as the adventure begins…

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Seconds become minutes. Minutes become hours and so on. Time really went fast as you didn't see the dark aura of the sky outside—signaling that it's already nighttime and the both of you didn’t notice because of how busy you were on the game.

“Wow, *yawns* —we really did a lot of this game, Oppa. I’ll just harvest the rest of the crops and maybe explore more on the other side.”

“Yeah, sure, Chaewon, I’ll go and do some fishing then.”

You focused on going near the pond as you suddenly felt a weight on your left shoulder. You looked to your left, Chaewon silently snoring; her eyes shut; sleeping soundly.

You tucked her white-highlighted hair behind her ear, taking a look at her beautiful and pristine features: her cute, boopable nose; her faint eyes, innocent from her sleeping and her soft, plump lips.

You took a sight of her impeccable features and kissed her cheek. You smiled right after as you exited the game from both controllers and turned off the T.V. right after.

Such epitome of perfection she is. You're in awe seeing how beautiful she really is. Even with the simplest outfit and faint make-up, she stands out, exceeding any criteria of beauty—she's the real epitome of it.

You lay her down on the couch and took the nearby blanket on the coffee table, wrapping it around her as she didn't seem to be bothered by your actions—still sleeping peacefully.

“Good night, Chae.”

Give her a quick peck on the forehead, you smile as you sit beside her, caressing her hair and cheeks.

“Thank you for everything, Chaewon. Thank you for guiding me on the times I feel lost. Thank you and no words can explain how much I love you.”

The vast night sky has countless stars that seemed endless, but you could only see one, and that's Chaewon.

You leaned next to her, trying to sleep as you, not so long after, you gave in to your drowsiness.

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Text Message from “yurii the hamster”:

“Oppa! I have some good news for you! Our professors commended our performance earlier! They also said you performed well and your acting is great! Thank you again for all of these, Oppa, everything isn't possible without your help and everyone of us. Thank youuu! ;)”

Well, this will be great news for you when you woke up.

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