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sunboki · 4 months

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⎯ CHRISTMAS BLUES a Hwang Hyunjin fiction

🎄 : Hwang Hyunjin x implied! fem. reader

TROPE. enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, reader is a writer, one bed au, forced proximity au, hyunjin is an artist(not mentioned a ton), coincidences

WORD COUNT. 7.3k words ☆ 40 minute read

WARNINGS. cursing, angst galore, mention of sex (non desc.), breakup, hurt feelings, making up, mentions of getting drunk

AUG'S NOTES. this is a stupidly lovestruck hallmark christmas mindset talking, whatever you read below is definitely not me… definitely. anyway, happy holidays to everyone that celebrates! this has been sitting in my drafts for months now, initially planned to be a smau, then a fic!! hope this fic exceeds your expectations, feel free to leave a reblog or comment of your thoughts!

PLAYLIST.

SYNOPSIS. You thought getting a call from Hyunjin was the last thing you needed during the holidays, but when he reminds you of your non-refundable tickets to Paris you had booked seven months prior to your earth-shattering breakup, you realize that his call was the least of your problems.

or alternatively :

Just a week over Christmas with your ex in Paris, what could go wrong?

Every circumstance has a question that goes along with it.

How did I get so lucky? Why did you leave?

As for yours, it’s fairly simple.

Where did we go wrong?

December 18th – Seoul, South Korea.

Holding onto what could’ve been is stupid, you agreed upon that mindset a long time ago. However, the past, Him being the past, lingered around you like the scent of citrus still clinging beneath your fingernails even after washing your hands. Everywhere. He was everywhere. And no matter how hard you tried to erase the memories of what was, they served their memory purpose and disfigured your mind all the same.

And so, you replaced it.

Replaced the hurt, the searing burn, with someone else. Who turned into someone else, and someone else after that till the only thing sufficing any weekly relationship was a no-strings attached notion.

Until you met Seungmin.

He was your vice, the person dragging you out of your self-made hole of false sanctuary and safety. He laid all his flaws on the table, showed himself to you. Seungmin was gentle and kind, he was patient— more patient than anyone else in this world— and loving. Oh so loving.

But behind your undying affection for your boyfriend, he saw something you didn’t. Perhaps in your eyes, perhaps in your soul, bared to him on an onslaught of occasions.

Longing.

He saw longing in your treasured hues, longing for someone that wasn’t him.

Because some scars take longer to fade away, but yours hadn’t even begun to heal. Masked with his many layers of band-aids only to never staunch the cut, the one Hwang Hyunjin left on you.

“Seungmin I’m so sorry—“

“You love him, I know,” He nods his head, a sad, soft smile holding place on his lips.

Tonight was the night he officially talked about it. The unforgivable thought continuing to incessantly plague his mind.

Although, he didn’t regard you sourly for it. That connection you had with Hyunjin was something no other person could return nor deliver, and he had to accept that if he really loved you.

If Seungmin really loved you, he wanted the best for you, even if that meant the best were when you weren’t with him.

You were shocked when he brought up the matter, asked if you really missed him, asked if you still loved him. Yes, you had of course discussed your previous relationship, but never to this extent, never so blatantly.

Though the absolute kindness in both his tone and the way he looked at you, seated at the dinner table, kept you from lying.

It’s not fair. Not fair for Seungmin, your boyfriend, to have to take responsibility for your tormented feelings. But here he is, assuring you nevertheless.

Because he’s known. He knew from the start you weren’t over Hyunjin. Knew that, despite so much ache and anguish he caused, your heart can’t help but beat at his pace, fruitlessly connected.

And he knew in the end things would fall apart just like this, and his spot as a placeholder would fall apart along with it.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

“He hurt you, but you love Hwang Hyunjin, I know.” He whispers, fingers tightly twined beneath the table. There’s a sort of hiccuping sound bubbling up from your throat. You stave it down.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiles, smiles when you don’t deny it, reaching forward for your trembling hands to take in his own.

“I want you to be happy, Y/N. I’m not the one you’ll be happy with though.”

A soft squeeze before he rises and curves to where you sit, free-flowing tears threatening to cascade past glossy eyes.

Without hesitation you wrap your arms around him in a hug, chest wracking with unfiltered sobs. Guilty. Guilt is devouring your soul. You don’t deserve Seungmin, nor does he deserve to be hurt so cruelly by someone he loves. But here you are, ruining him.

He’d never admit it, but the pain in his eyes—the ones you’ve stared at countless times—will always remain evident. No amount of smiling or laughing can hide that.

Pulling back while your arms stayed hooked upon his shoulders, you savor the kiss he places on your lips, the ones he delicately pressed to each of your wrists.

Sad. It’s a sad kiss. A kiss that causes your entire body to wilt against him, crashing deeper and deeper into his warmth, his comfort. He’s not false, he’s real. A real, unadulterated love you’re undeserving of.

Guilty.

“If you’re happy,” He breathes, leaning in to land gentle pecks all over your face, forehead connecting with your own. “I’ll be okay.”

December 20th – Seoul, South Korea.

Your room is still exactly as it has been. Pillows faced the same way, sheets still tousled and hanging halfway off the bed. Hell, he hasn’t even touched the blinds — staying open throughout countless nights, your perfume lingering.

Like he was afraid his touch would break apart what he had left of you.

He hopes, swallowing down the remainder of wine in his glass, you’ll be able to look back and laugh at what used to be, find the matter childish and ridiculous.

What you used to be.

Lovers.

Not kids anymore, you taught him once before. You also taught him how deep a love could be. There’d always be a space for you here, just as you left it. Although, he doubts you’d come back. In fact, you’ve probably moved on with your life. Found someone else to fill the space he did.

But maybe, if he keeps the room as it was for long enough, your room; if Hyunjin keeps those tiny paper notes you wrote for him long enough, you would come back.

What a lie.

Wishful thinking takes you far then drops you into festering despair over and over, he’s learned this the hard way.

Starting with a text.

He blinked once, then twice, then three times—picking apart his brain in order to recollect anything, any details whatsoever that could decipher this random message on a Monday morning.

Paris.

Paris?

Paris.

It hits him, evidently.

Immediately clutching his head and simultaneously slapping an aghast hand over his mouth, a sensation recognizable as utmost horror obliterates his soul into pieces, quite literally rocking his world.

Months ago, he remembered.

You’d been stupid, you’d been drunk, and impulsively booked the tickets, laughing off the “no refunds” reminder as if nothing would’ve ever happened.

It did though. And now he’s dealing with the karma in return for that idiotic decision. Soon enough you both will.

Non refundable tickets to Paris, two days from now, together.

What were the chances?

Blindly tapping his password into his phone, he (just as blindly) jams his finger to the first caller he sees, who turns out to be Minho, seeming like both a blessing and a curse in unison.

Never before had Hyunjin so clearly lost his mind and control of his words, but there’s always a first time for everything, right?

“Minho, what the hell am I supposed to do? She hates me and the flight is booked two days from now. This is just.. Fuck!” Hyunjin pours, slamming his hands against the steering wheel, burying his head into the leather as if that would magically make his endless desperation disappear.

He didn’t usually curse, so when he did, whatever had happened was serious. He carried his words elegantly, proficiently.

He'd be the last picked candidate for elegance right about now.

“If I were Chan I would’ve said you should still try talking to her about it, but in my opinion that wouldn’t change a thing. So suck it up Hwang, it can’t be that bad.”

Ah. Remind me why I ever decided to call you hoping for advice.

‘Hwang’ was the name his friend had reserved for him, coming from a long line of tissues in the mouth and other ways Minho would pick fun at the blonde. But he was at least trying to help, somewhat.

How he got himself into this situation is honestly laughable, situation being your nasty breakup and a plane to Paris.

Great. Paris is great, right? Wrong.

Because this stupid, stupid trip to Paris isn’t one he’s going on alone to enjoy the sights and delicacies there, it’s one with you, the girl who ripped his heart in half two months ago. The trip you’d planned while you were still head-over-heels, not hating his guts.

Oh, and your tickets were nonrefundable. Couldn’t forget about that part.

“.. What am I gonna do?”

“Suck it up, duh.”

“And please enlighten me on how the hell I'm supposed to ‘suck it up’ in a plane seat right next to her for thirteen hours and spend every day glued to the hip, your honor.”

The mental picture of Minho’s fraud-innocent face through the line grated his nerves like nothing else. Brows lifted, mouth slightly open. He wanted to punch that imaginary face so badly right now.

"Then follow Chan’s tutorial on making it up to your now-ex. You asked me for my opinion, and you got it. Look, all I’m saying is this is a good chance to get some level ground between you two, even if you still fly back hating each other—"

“I don’t hate her,” Hyunjin quickly quips.

Honestly, truthfully, he doesn’t hate you, he can’t hate you and he doubts he ever will. You were the one responsible for years upon years of the best moments of his life, how could he hate you for that?

Although, by the way you looked at him that night, he doubts your response would be the same.

Minho sighs.

"Even better, you could fly back with her hating you slightly less."

For once the snarky man he was spilling his problems to had provided decent reason, it was terrifying.

From a spectators point of view, his utter fit had to be quite a sight. For the record, witnessing thee calm and collected Hwang Hyunjin go insane in his car wasn’t a sight you’d see on a regular day.

But today wasn’t a regular day. Instead, it was the day he found himself trapped in a loophole of love and war with his ex.

What were the chances?

There’s no book that could wholly describe Hyunjin.

Even as a writer yourself, not even Shakespeare could depict him to the full extent. He’s flawless but so flawed, kind and yet malicious in terms of his brilliantly unfair beauty.

Every day you run into Hwang Hyunjin. The first few times, you called it coincidence, told yourself his meeting happened to be at the same time, maybe he was headed to a neighboring coffee shop.

Well, before those few days turned into every day on your commute.

And when a breakup is as nasty as yours was, it’s not too refreshing constantly seeing your ex on the daily afterward.

Today, Hwang Hyunjin is wearing a tan trench coat that reaches down to his knees. He’s wearing the same tennis shoes as always (except his usual camera is absent from the picture), and his hair is pulled up, soft, sandy strands framing either side of his face. He stands on the other side of the crosswalk, occupied with his phone while you internally ridicule him.

Staring daggers into his frame, the frigidly cold beverage in hand doesn’t aid in warming up chilling temperatures burning your fingertips, signs of winter’s impending approach.

He looks up.

You avert your gaze to your shoes. You can feel his eyes on you; feel them traveling over your body, then to your face, boring into your skull. He’s waiting, watching.

And somehow, you know you’ll eventually have to make eye contact. Because on your normal route, your turn left on Harrison street, then right on Fords. He’s there. Unbelievably, wildly, he’s there.

It’s the one factor in your (almost) perfect life without him that makes things hell.

Back then, you were like clockwork. Not a minute going by without someone being awake. You taking a nap after spending two hours searching synonyms on Thesaurus, Hyunjin just waking up, heading out with his signature Canon camera loosely hung around his neck.

Two perfect oppositions leaving their cluttered love scattered all over a cheap apartment.

For Hyunjin, it was the mug you’d gotten him last christmas labeled in bold font: “ART WHORE”, while yours was an equally degrading “SHE WOULD RATHER FUCK THE MEN IN HER BOOKS” sticker print slapped on the back of your laptop.

Little did you know you’d be desperately scraping the sticker off seven months later, that you’d leave your chapter unfinished since breaking up and that he had likely thrown away that mug.

Or maybe not. Maybe he painted over it, scribbled it out and somehow made it look good. Hyunjin has a way of making anything catastrophic look pretty.

You, on the other hand, are an erupting volcano. One that cries its lava onto the earth and doesn’t leave a pretty photograph. One that froths and rumbles, and destroys things as it goes.

Perfect opposites, exactly.

Now for the real question, the monumental “where did we go wrong” part that served as an explanation.

Three little words.

I love you.

You lied.

Those are big words, big words for somebody. Big words for yourself, words you spoke to Hwang Hyunjin, looped in his apartment, making love on the couch.

Big words he didn’t return.

Big words that kept your heart stilled in your chest, left your lips blue, drowned as you collected your discarded clothes off the floor.

And you left.

You didn’t need the awkward silence, the “let me think about it”, the bullshit they spouted Kissing-Booth-style. You needed him, his reassurance when you were your most vulnerable. His three words that told you your three years together weren’t one sided, not wordlessly confessed through actions though too scared to say aloud – a feared incantation.

Words he never said. Because you did love Hwang Hyunjin, so much it consumed you into his favorite muse, him your inspiration. Then came the doubt. The recollection of your favorite, dearest moments. Was it all a lie?

Those hour-long seconds, tangled on his sofa, kept that incessant anxiety alive.

You thought you found the one when your drunk night didn’t turn into an orgasm you can’t remember, but rather being coaxed into a warm shower despite your complaining about your pants being too tight.

Somehow, you can still feel his tender kisses like a ghost of a presence, littering the skin of your shoulder instead of the sloppy alcohol ridden ones you’d known before, and for once you had woken up beside the person responsible — not to a note saying they had to leave early.

He was the one responsible for teaching you how to paint, propping you in his lap, hand guiding your own while tracing careful strokes on the canvas. It was hardly possible sitting on his stool together, though neither of you noticed (nor cared), too busy savoring the intimacy of the moment.

That was Hyunjin. He was the glass of water placed in front of you after one too many at happy hour. He was the relaxing bath when everything hurt, the shoulder to cry on.

But you were mistaken. He wasn’t the one. Seungmin was the one, the one you had left behind only to chase after a toxic remedy.

In fact, Hyunjin never was the one.

And it fucking hurt remembering that.

December 21st - 22nd – Seoul, South Korea.

The last news you’d anticipated slammed into you like a bus.

Cozied up at your desk, a number pops up on your screen, interrupting the one moment of silence you managed to enjoy. Most people didn’t call during your work hours, except Seungmin, who, for the record, called before work.

The number you’d memorized by heart was not normal either.

Him.

“Before you curse at me,” He begins, and your hand hesitantly hovers over the call button, jaw clenched beyond reason, silence shouting loud. No strength in your bones allowed you to reply. Was it fear, hatred? Both most likely.

Taking the time to continue, his silky tone lulls along the line.

“Do you remember the tickets?”

Hatred seemed the dominant factor.

“What are you talking about?” You rhetorically snap, obviously annoyed albeit confused.

Tickets? It’s been three months, why the hell are tickets the first thing he’s mentioning?

He sighs. “The tickets to Paris. You remember, don't you?”

It takes you a moment, then, aha.

How could you forget? The tip of the iceberg of what two naive, lovestruck idiots thought would be forever. Little did they know everything would slip past their fingertips.

”Well um, did you know they’re non-refundable?”

Huh.

“WHAT?!”

You’d just managed to convince yourself free of Hyunjin, but he simply dragged you further into his labyrinth.

Or so you thought.

You had grown since he broke you (with the help of your better-ex, Seungmin). You evolved better (or so you told yourself). So out of the plentiful lessons you’d learned during your reflection, the factor that stuck with you most was that nobody is there to pick up for you. No matter how much you think they will.

You swore yourself into the belief Hyunjin would mend you, but you lived blind to the truth that he was just as broken as you were, a dog chasing its tail.

And so, you dealt with it.

In ways.

Whether that was incessantly talking to yourself, fanatically checking the date, contacting Felix on the verge of tears for him to laugh and then attempt at consoling your doom, or googling the best ways to run away from your predicament, fate had it out for you.

A disgustingly impertinent, unfairly fair fate.

Packing wasn’t all too stressful, unless you count trying on an entire entourage of outfits descending from dinner to snow-attire, then focusing on simple.

And it really shouldn’t have been so awful getting into your car, nonetheless waking up to realize today was the dreaded day, but it was, and you seriously deserved an award for the amount of times you checked your clock.

Although, you at least expected to have a little bit of time before having to face him again. Talking and interacting, not just drilling holes into his head. Little bit of time as in, a few years at least.

You were wrong.

Not the first time that’s happened.

“Hi Hyunjin.”

Answering his awaiting call with unsteady pitch, your eyes immediately gravitate to the blond-haired man. Taller in stature, leaning against a nearby pillar by your gate, staring directly at you.

Never had it felt so terrifying.

“Hey.”

You hesitate, never breaking eye contact with the man you’re speaking to a few meters away.

“Are we…Are we doing this again?”

He’s solemn. He’s not the same. Different.

“I don’t know. You decide for me.”

Never for a second does your gaze stray to his lips that barely move as he utters the line. Not the same either.

Before, you’d always been mesmerized by his lips. Then he’d notice and tease you prior to delivering the long-awaited kiss, again and again till you were breathless and your head became dizzy.

But this wasn't before; this is now, filled with grudges and sourness.

“You know I can’t make big decisions.”

That isn’t him. Isn’t the Hyunjin who would always provide endless tips and support, opinions unable to be held back without duct tape.

“Because you don’t want to get hurt knowing we chose this?” He whispers, and you tug your bottom lip between your teeth hard enough to bleed.

“Because I want better for us.”

“Y/n,” He sadly laughs, and your name rolling off his tongue sends an ache clawing your chest. It’s humorless, bitter in his throat.

“There is no us, only you and me, remember? So who do you want better for?”

There’s no twinkle in his eyes or his charming smile, it’s dry and painful, like he’d been crying.

You don’t want to think about that.

“Tell me something, okay?” Holding your phone to your ear with an iron grip, you slowly inhale through your nose, sparing a fleeting glance to the floor.

“Anything.”

“If I cry, will you hug me?”

“Do you want that?”

Question after question. He reaches in further, ripping out pieces of your soul with each inquiry. Stupid, sure. But genuine, all the way from the shrouded depths of your mind did you ask.

Of course you want that, want what’s so bad for you. No strength can make you admit it.

He knows the answer.

You hang up the call, fiddling around with your suitcase prior to wheeling the blundering thing over and ensuring you find a comfy spot out of Hyunjin’s sight.

Only five minutes of talking and you already feel as if your body is splintering into little pieces he’ll arrange into the perfect puzzle, ideal and pleasing.

He won’t. Not anymore he won’t.

And in that stead you’ll remain shattered.

What a shame.

Now boarding Group Five. All passengers in Group Five are welcome to board.

The hailing announcement earns a muffled groan through your mask, begrudgingly rising to your feet while directing your attention solely upon the bridge and your tightly held boarding pass. Luckily, Incheon International Airport isn’t half as hectic as you anticipated, but you have a gnawing feeling Paris will have a lot more to say.

Truth be told, you thank every lesson on task focus you once deemed useless as you shuffle among Paris-goers to find your seat.

One that obviously had to be right by Hwang Hyunjin.

“How’s you and Seungmin?” He fixes the length of his headphones, sparing a quick look at you while speaking. You despise how easy he treats this, how easy he’s treating everything at the moment.

Unfortunately, booking this hell-on-earth back when either of you were in your demented fantasy-land meant sitting beside each other also, in assigned seats.

Cupid really needs to give up by now.

You grunt beside him, uttering a hushed, “We broke up.”

Tilting his head, Hyunjin presses his face closer, craning. Close enough that you hold your phone up as a barrier, shrinking away nearer to the window.

“…Who broke up with who?”

Asshole.

Sighing boisterously, you shove in your own earbuds, rolling your eyes. Hyunjin, cocking a brow, dejectedly slouched back. Although he doesn’t ask any more questions, and you successfully get through your first three hours in silence.

Well, prior to the flight attendant strolling by with her cart, mandatorily beckoning orders from each row.

Wheeling her cart over where your seats are, Hyunjin takes a ginger ale and the customary pretzels they hand out. So when she gets to you and you order a Sprite, the man to your right’s head snaps to you, giving you quite an incredulous cock of his brow.

“No ginger ale?”

You wrinkle your nose.

“I don’t like it,” Biting back, you interrupt him upon accepting the canned soft drink, expression bitter and unwavering.

“You always got it when you were with me” or “Wasn’t it your favorite” was what you expected to come out of his mouth, positively obliterating any ounce of peace of mind remaining inside your rattling skull. You weren’t about to sit another seven hours sulking about something your ex said.

The ex you were very much over.

Right.

Your new goal? Avoid genuine conversation for as long as possible, at least on this flight.

So, given the chance to be deep in thought, you came to a conclusion.

You were clockwork, just like before. Except now instead of just equaling the time of day, he was the hour hand and you were the minute hand, always chasing after one another only to briefly touch and start all over again in an endless cycle of time.

Although the rockier the air gets and the more your grip squeezes the armrest does your initial goal falter, finding his considerate gesture asking if you were alright practically impossible to keep from responding to.

Especially when a huge drop has his hand racing atop yours, both too nervous to truly let go.

Just the circumstances, you blame, as if this plane was the sole cause of your slamming heartbeat.

Bullshit.

Four days and this trip was going to be one for the books for a multitude of reasons, that’s for sure.

Let’s just hope you can land first.

December 23nd – Paris, France.

His assuring hold on your hand guiding you through the bustling crowds of visitors and locals storming Charles de Gaulle Airport gives you this disgusting nostalgia, festering in your gut the longer you focus on his dark head of hair in front of you, kind, magnificent almond eyes flickering back to catch sight of you time and time again — like you’d magically sift from his grasp.

It’s a miracle you managed to hit ground in one piece, nevertheless end up with the notorious artist-jerkface named Hyunjin navigating you through an supremely overpopulated airport.

Perhaps it’s the scent of wispy pine or faint cigarette smoke that tinges the atmosphere such a rosy hue, perhaps everyone’s anticipation for the holiday’s. Either way, it certainly doesn’t help fuel your “absolutely NO touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda”.

Well, you had no doubt you’d have to stick to your morals on this trip in the first place, and it’s not like the odds were supposed to work in your favor. Although, a little assistance would‘ve been nice.

Guess you’ll just have to make due.

Lovely.

“Thank you!” You shout, forcing your voice to sound chipper speaking to the Cab Driver (opposing the twenty-two hours of traveling you managed to survive through). Except now, you didn’t know what to do nor what to say standing outside the hotel entrance, especially not when Hwang Hyunjin was going to be biting your ass for the next few days.

Much to your luck though, it seemed he was just as clueless as you, both prioritizing just checking into your room first and foremost.

Thankfully, the sights are a wondrous source of distraction, and you devise a plan to go walking more often than not (and not just to avoid Hyunjin). Each building appears as if it’d been expertly carved from stone, historically aged beige, awnings titled a bottomless array of Grand Seiko and Jaeger-LeCoultre.

To add, huge paneled windows are placed in each room, allowing a breathtaking view of the city as evening dawns. Whether it’s a quaint bakery hitched right below a bookstore or the bell tower seated comfortably in the middle of a square—you could never get bored.

Seems your interest tore you away from an unwelcomed reality until Hyunjin cleared his throat, thick eyebrows raised questionably.

“..We could go ice-skating?” He offers, index pointing to the huge rink a few blocks to the left.

You don’t have to speak for him to know your response, unzipping your suitcase to gather a new change of clothes without a word.

“Look, I know you want nothing to do with me, but I doubt either of us will ever have enough money to come to Paris again, so just, do it for the experience, not for me.”

That’s it.

“For you? You think I’m doing this for you? Are you really that conceited to think I’m still catering to you, Hyunjin? I’ve changed whether you like it or not, and I’m not the girl that’s willing anymore,” You toss your clothing to the side, giving him a downright venomous stare. Loathing. “I’m not yours anymore.”

“In fact,” Spitting poison, you stab your index to his chest, causing him to back up the more you advance forward. “You don’t know shit about me.”

He appears torn. His nose scrunches, and his lips form a squabbled line upon his face, evidently troubled.

Somehow, those actions that normally earned your sympathy only reared your deftly oiled gears more, angrily roaring without fail.

“Because if you did, we wouldn’t be like this.”

Gesturing around, you retreat back a few steps, arms slapping your sides irritably. Meanwhile, the tall man remains silent, attention magnetically directed down at his shoes. And for a swift moment, mere seconds, you feel sorry — apologetic even.

It makes you sick to your stomach.

You exhale. “I’ll go, and not for you. Understood?”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply, biting his cheek as he watches you disappear into another room.

You thank the refreshing scent of peppermint for its momentary relief upon entering the bathroom, practically drenching your face in ice cold water over and over as if it’d clear your head.

For you; you’re doing this for you, nobody else, you remind yourself, prepping a washcloth and your toiletries whilst praying the warm shower water eases your blaring jet-lag.

Yet, you didn’t expect a visitor to suddenly pop in while you were mid-shampoo, and it seemed he didn’t expect it either.

You swore the prolonged eye-contact went on for centuries, absolute terror embracing every aspect of your face through the clear shower door.

“Fuck! Get out!”

Scurrying like a character off a cartoon, Hyunjin manages – through spilling apologies – to blindly ram himself into the door, hands gripping his skull.

Suddenly, he pauses, hesitating.

“Wait but I’ve seen you naked befo–”

“GET OUT!” You scream.

“Okay! Okay.” He hurriedly slips out, leaving you to rethink every decision made with his name involved. A recurring thought at this point.

And with that, you quickly accept that your jet lag isn’t even close to gone and likely won’t be as long as the artist sharing your hotel room is within a six-foot radius.

Oh, and you don’t know shit about ice-skating.

Of course, Hyunjin is a natural on ice. He glides like a snow spirit, freer than ever. Meanwhile, your nails are embedded into your vice of a railing, knees shakily attempting at balancing with little success.

He’s the princess, and you’re the frog. It’s decided. Walking while you crawled, running while you walked. A step ahead that was at some point motivating, now plain humiliating.

The ice rink is jam-packed, citizens and tourists alike savoring the crisp winter, the faded twinkling of lights glittering in the distance.

“C’mon, just one?”

You, clawing the icy edge, confusedly avert your focus to where the voice came from.

It’s Hyunjin, gesturing to his camera while you piece together his request before childishly whining your despair. He lifts his toboggan upward, a few endearing tufts of golden peering out to hang over crescent moon eyes, evidently smiling.

Leave it to this man to test your sanity. How could anybody say no when he looked that cute.

“Fine, one.”

Not like I could run off anyway, you mentally consider, finding the fact your legs are quite literally flailing as a good enough sign to give in.

“Yes!” He chirped happily, hurriedly fiddling with his camera.

Watching him with that kind of expression, you witness your Hyunjin again, fumbling around, so excited about the smallest of things.

It hurts.

“I..” He trails off, voice barely audible whilst winking to see through the lense. “Don’t want to miss a moment of you.”

“What was that?”

The camera flashes, and you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“Oh nothing.” His lips curl into a sheepish grin, easing toward you and unexpectedly prying your hand into his own, involuntarily pulling you along.

Panickedly, you clutch onto any article of clothing available (another goodbye to your no-touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda) similar to the handrails, squeezing your eyes shut while painfully awaiting a harsh slam against rock-hard ice.

A harsh slam that never happens.

You cautiously open an eye.

“One, two, one, two.” He counts steadily, soaring across the ice, unable to contain the huge beam the longer he watches you. Captivating.

You fight the urge to smile, the sensation of wind whipping your hair and his warm, reminiscent touch setting your nerves into a dopamine frenzy, making the routinely frown much harder than need be.

Nevertheless, perhaps staying in Hyunjin’s grasp would’ve been the safer option. Because with confidence comes failure (at least in your book of life), and your knees would’ve definitely appreciated not getting ruined.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin murmurs, sympathetically regarding your black and blue frame, looking worse for wear, skates in hand.

“Amputation has never sounded more tempting,” Grumbling, you hobble to return your skates, the man tailing behind you choking back his giggle, kindly waiting in case you stumble.

From the way things are going, the probability is high. Except, Hyunjin walks on eggshells, worried you might rip his head off in the case he asked the question sitting tentatively on the tip of his tongue.

Keeping himself contained had never been as unbearable as when with you, constantly having to refrain from wrapping your precious self into his arms, witness those warm, beautiful hues blinking at him like globes.

Five minutes into the walk back and your near-face-plant-turned-catastrophe was his last straw.

“Can I at least carry you?”

Your head snapping back was almost comical, ogling at Hyunjin as if he told you he’d been neutered or something.

Insane. He’s officially gone insane.

So have you, apparently. Because after getting all too familiar with the icy side walk for a fifth time, you give in, stifling your thoughts from erupting out of your skull—feeling like your entire earth was slowing down on its axis when he easily swept you off your feet.

Cute, hell, romantic too, until you arrive back at the hotel and the curious looks sent your way have your cheeks burning.

“This is so embarrassing.” You whine, burying your face in your hands. Of course, Hyunjin just laughs.

You missed his laugh.

And he cares for you that night, transporting you from room to room in his arms despite your complaints you could do so yourself (although you secretly preferred it, and no, not because it was Hyunjin, only because of how bruised your legs were).

Plus, the mental exhaustion was practically debilitating, sleep beckoning you into its cozy embrace as the clock ticked on the wall. The man before you knelt in front of where you sat on the side of the bed, gently applying antiseptic to your cuts while you blanked in and out of consciousness.

Any common sense had completely abandoned you. Certainly, since you hadn’t noticed only one bed sat dead center in the room. Nor had you noticed through your half-asleep eyes how sweetly he maneuvered you around, pulling the comforter snug over your body.

His hand strays, wistfully smoothing some hair from off your eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, gathering spare pillows and blankets.

He’ll sleep on the floor.

December 24th – Paris, France.

Apparently, there was much more to this Paris dilemma than just the “going to Paris” part (excluding, y’know, the havoc that’s occurred over the past three days).

This fantastic surprise came in the form of a booked Louvre Museum date, now a bit more like a punishment with your current state of soreness merely rising up from bed. And, in turn, seeing Hyunjin sawing logs on the floor below, an action you were inaudibly grateful for.

You two are a different kind of romantic if that’s what you want to call it, especially when Hyunjin practically barricades the bathroom door, nonsensically shouting that he won’t make the same mistake of walking in ever again.

Sweet gesture, but it gets a tad bit irritating when you have to basically charge the door in order to move the chair situated behind it, making you doubt if it was to keep Hyunjin himself out or keeping you in instead.

Yeah. Different kind of romantic. Exes kind of romantic.

Once 5pm rolls around, you’re already dressed and ready to leave, trying your darndest to pretend you’re doing something on your phone to evade conversation. A middle school move, though your ego is on the brink of becoming extinct anyway.

Seems the final act is when Hyunjin steps out of the bathroom, wearing that tan trench coat he always did.

He notices you analyzing, stifling a very tempting smirk.

“I thought you’d like this jacket. Y’know, since you stared at it all the time.”

With a sentence you watched your endangered ego obliterate in real time, embarrassment swallowing you whole. The cycle is neverending.

Thankfully, at least one factor in your unsolvable equation proves itself useful, the factor being your already purchased tickets, granting an earlier entrance into what felt to be a new world.

A new world you recognized as Hyunjin’s world. Vast, expansive. A place you can get lost in and be okay with. Stories hidden behind gold-rimmed frames, so much to tell if only you’d listen.

He lingers by the Psyche and Cupid sculpture longer than usual. Briefly, he told you about them many moons ago. Their love awakening from something much more tragic, apocalyptical.

What a coincidence.

You spend what feels to be days in there, daylight from the lengthy windows overhead falling dark by the time you’re finished. The temperature dropped exponentially while you explored, ignorant to the frigid conditions till realizing you still had your trek back.

Curse the taxi service for not running twenty-four hours.

“You grew your hair out.” You comment, but it’s not really a comment, more like an observation you already knew and felt the need to point out for some odd reason. The awkward silence is suffocating enough.

Granted, you’d known his hair had grown. You saw him every day coming to and fro from work, so any adjustments he made you saw, some of which you remember loving oh so much.

This adjustment was his hair.

Hyunjin’s lips quirk ever so slightly, fingers straying up to tousle a strand.

“You used to love it when I grew it out.”

He continues to walk ahead, ignoring how you had stalled behind, numb grip desperately clutching your puffer jacket as if it’d magically allow you inhalations.

“You would tie it up for me, and stick my paintbrushes in the bun.”

This time, he spins around, seemingly unaffected by your (both literally and figuratively) frozen finger that simply blinks at him — robotic-like.

Like Hyunjin is a stranger. Like your Hyunjin, the old one you were mad for, is now a stranger.

“And I,” He sniffs in, his exhale causing a cloud of air to comprise in its stead. “Really wanted to marry you.”

There’s your breaking point.

He’s pulled you thread by thread closer to an unthinkable free fall, a freezing free fall. Unfurling your strings of yarn to no point of repair. So as you teeter on the edge, your defense mechanisms kick in. And before you can logically consider your options, you smack him.

Right. Across. The face.

He’s stunned, you don’t blame him for that, but there’s also a crinkle in his brows, a look of utmost hurt beginning to stain any somber expression left.

“You have no right to say that when you’re the one that caused all of this.” Your volume increases, unaffected by the glances from passerby.

You have no doubt the two of you are quite a scene, though common sense had long abandoned you, and no thought but fiery rage curls around you, tendrils alight.

“Why the hell did you want to marry me if you can’t even love me? Quit hurting and confusing me Hyunjin, I can’t keep doing this.” Practically pleading, he pulls his palm from where it babied his cheek, instead retreating to your wrists, keeping you in front of him.

“Listen.”

“No!” You screech, trying your hardest to escape.

“Listen.”

You pause, gingerly allowing him to adjust the scarf over your pink nose and ensure your gloves trap warmth for your fingers.

He bites his lip, gaze dancing across your features.

“I love you.”

You shakily exhale, wishing everything would just stop. Time would simply diminish into nothing but stillness, easiness.

Your anguish and anger was easy, and staying mad was a whole lot easier than this—confronting the pains of meeting him again, nonetheless this trip.

He’s finding the pieces to your puzzle.

You want to hide.

Worst of all? Especially hearing him say the words that ended you two months prior.

Cruel.

“I loved you,” His voice wavers. “More than anything, Y/n. And I still do. But when you said that, I got scared.”

He shakily inhales, the grip on you lessening a bit.

“Because when I say I love you back, that means I have someone to lose.”

It’s hypocritical, you know.

Hell, you know what it’s like to be a hypocrite more than anything right now. From hearing the godforsaken news to sitting in an airplane together after wholeheartedly promising yourself you’d never let him have you once more.

Yet here you were, dragging him by his collar into a kiss.

He kisses you back, like an idiot, childishly grasping his clothing-cladden frame against your face and savoring the small bit of heat huddled between where your lips meet.

His trench-coat, you remember, despite so many adjustments, is the same as usual, and it’s almost comforting to find he smells the same as well—floral, with hints of jasmine (mainly thanks to his favorite perfume). You remember that too.

Guess some things never change.

Perhaps he kept that mug after all, drank from it every day like he used to.

And perhaps, right now, he’s wishing back all the time you’ve spent apart, just like you are. Wishing you would’ve just talked like mature, capable adults. Figured things out.

Newsflash, you’re not mature adults. You’re two broken lovebirds fighting to find their song after being caged together, searching high and low for the perfect pitch when all you needed was a single note, a single start.

Positioning you where an arm wraps around your back, the other holding your cheek, he dips you as if in a ballroom dance, not kissing beneath a street light.

Everything is pretty in Hyunjin’s presence.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” You whisper, nostrils burning the longer you’re surrounded by snow, falling in hefty sheets at this rate.

He hums into your lips, maneuvering his head to kiss away the chilled tears beginning to froth upon your waterline. And in those moments, you feel so fragile, so weak in his touch.

Almost instinctively, his grip tightens oh so slightly.

“I really don’t want to lose you.”

And he laughs, a muffled laugh that nonetheless causes his shoulders to shake before delving further into your kiss, melting away every bit of anguish you felt, all the hurt and ache. Dissolved into nothingness by his lips.

Figures briefly illuminated by the light of the street lamp, you remain ignorant to the encroaching nightfall, the way the stars seamlessly blend with white snowflakes. Something out of a fairytale.

You’re certain you could’ve stood there forever, all numb and freezing cold.

But in love. So very in love.

For him you would’ve stood there. And the you still in denial without understanding this entire story would’ve died before admitting that.

This time, you’re okay with letting him finish the puzzle, create a song as lovebirds.

“You won’t, I promise,” He traces your cheek with his thumb. “Now let’s get someplace warm, shall we?”

Landing an affectionate peck to your burning red nose, he takes your hand, guiding you through climbing snow toward your hotel, sign reading “Hôtel de Vendôme” glittering in the distance.

In your opinion, however, it was too fleeting. A kiss you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for until it actually happened, till you pathetically craved it again and again.

Although, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy gaining feeling back in your fingers and toes, treasuring the flicker of the fire crackling beneath a brick mantel. A few guests litter the lobby, dishing paper cups of hot chocolate left and right, taking the opportunity the mistletoe hanging above a long forgotten stairwell provides.

Christmas Eve and you’re beside the ex you swore you’d never spend it with, spend any time with generally. So surreal you simply cannot stop thinking about it, enough that you become too distracted to notice the mischievous glint in Hyunjin’s vision.

Well, before he points upward and you notice the dangling mistletoe.

And he kisses you again just like you wanted. Deeper, slower, like separating would cause you to break apart, carving your kiss into his memory for a second time.

Standing there, too lost in him to ever consider anything better than this, you begin to think maybe you’ll be able to finish that stagnant book of yours. Maybe it’ll be about two lovers turned two exes, whose trip to Paris might just have been the cherry on top to hurt feelings and broken love. Because, at the end of their tribulations, Cupid falls in love with Psyche.

And you begin to think—as the clock’s ringing announces midnight has arrived—maybe this Christmas will pass by on a good note.

No, you’re certain of it.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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desperate-gay · 6 months

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could i request bestfriends to lovers w mapi (possibly w smut)

Costumes

Mapi Leon x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

“-Ria please!”

“No! There is no way I’m dressing up, especially as a pirate.” Mapi exclaims, continuing to scroll through her phone. You turn around from the full-body mirror and slump on the bed next to the older girl.

“But it’s a costume party with the team. We can’t show up bare.” You protest while placing your chin on her chest, making her look down at you, seeing your pleading eyes stare back at her.

She turns off her phone and places it next to her before sighing, “Hermosa, I don’t want to dress up. Can’t we just stay in and watch movies together like tradition?”

Ever since you were little, one of you would go to the other’s house and watch a bunch of Halloween movies while stuffing your face with junk. The two of you have been best friends for years, and now you both play for Barcelona together. You’re both attached to the hip.

Without your knowledge, Mapi has been in love with you for some time now. If you weren’t painfully oblivious, you might have been able to figure it out a while ago.

So seeing you give her your best puppy eyes while pleading for her to do this with you, she has no other choice and mumbles, “Fine.”

“Seriously?” You jump up from your spot with a bright smile on your face, making the other girl melt.

“You better get the costumes before I change my mind.” She grumbles, going back to her phone but secretly smiling when you run out of the room to grab the costumes from your car.

—

“Ay dios mio, I look like an idiot!” Mapi exclaims as she tugs on the brown coat and white collar of the shirt.

She’s cut off when you open the bathroom door and walk out in a white shoulder-less shirt with a brown corset over it, matching the blonde’s coat, and a red long skirt with a matching bandana. The corset that tightens right below your chest allows your boobs to pop out more, distracting the older girl.

You notice her raking her eyes up and down your figure. “What? Does it look okay?”

Mapi snaps out of her thoughts and nods her head. “Y-yeah, you look…great.” She stops her complaints about her costume as she drools over how good she looks.

“Not too bad yourself sailor.” You giggle while adjusting her hat, making the other girl’s breath hitch. “Are we ready?”

The blonde sighs and begrudgingly nods her head. “You sure we have to go?”

“Yes, now come on Grump Sparrow, we’ve got treasure to find.” Mapi groans as you grab the side of her coat, dragging her with you to the awaiting car.

When you both arrive at the club, you see your Barca teammates all in a rounded booth with their designated costumes on. Multiple people are dancing on the floor dressed as devils, angels, cats, etc.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe my eyes. Mapi dressed as a pirate? Someone start taking photos!” Lucy yells while searching for her phone, making the rest of the team laugh while Mapi rolls her eyes as you pat her arm in fake sympathy, laughing with the rest of your friends.

“Okay, okay, get all your laughs out. I’m going to start drinking, do you want anything?” She asks you, in which you nod in return. “The usual?”

Once you nod again, Mapi heads over to the bar to get your drinks. You take a seat next to Alexia at the end of the booth and across from Ona.

“Hola, amiga.” Alexia greets you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. You return her greeting and start a conversation with her while waiting for Mapi. “Y’know, Maria wouldn’t wear matching costumes for just anyone.”

Alexia is the only person who knows about your deep crush on the defender. Her being captain and also being very observant has its perks, so she easily picked up on your always flustered state around your childhood friend.

“Um, what do you mean?”

Alexia sighs at your obliviousness and says, “Oh I don’t know, maybe that she feels the same way!”

“No. There’s no way!” You both begin to whisper, bickering at each other until Mapi returns, sitting down right next to you.

“Here you go, hermosa.” Taking your drink, you smile at her but notice her focus on Alexia. Then you remember the weight on your shoulders, Alexia’s arm still wrapped around you, making the blonde next to you glare at the other woman. As the tension thickens, the arm around you removes itself from you, stopping the consistent looks.

You clear your throat and thank Mapi, soon sipping on your drink to get drunk faster. Alexia’s foot stomps on yours, telling you that the jealousy is clear.

Soon conversations start getting weird, drinks go down faster and faster, and everyone gets more tipsy as the night goes on. The whole team is on the dance floor besides you and Alexia who continue to sip on your drinks while watching everyone.

“So when are you going to tell her?”

“Ale, I don’t know if I can. I don’t want to ruin 23 years of friendship because of a stupid crush. I’ll get over it.” You shrug, causing the pink-haired girl next to you to frown.

“She feels the same. Trust me, you saw the way she reacted when she saw us.”

You just sigh in response and think about all the things that can happen. You can confess in hopes of her returning your feelings or you can get rejected and risk losing your number one person. Your thoughts are stopped by said person coming over to you, pulling your arm towards her.

“C’mon, hermosa! Time to dance!” Mapi shouts over the booming music as she pulls you onto the crowded dance floor. You down your drink in one gulp and begin to sway your hips and arms to the music with the older girl.

The alcohol floods through both of your veins as you start to grind on your best friend. Her hands grip on your hips, guiding you to keep going. Soon you turn back around and grab at her biceps.

“Maybe you should be called Jacked Sparrow.” You tease with a lopsided grin, making the other girl laugh.

“If you’re Swann, I want to be Turner.” Your breath hitches as her face gets closer to you; her eyes flickering down to your lips. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

In a trance, you nod your head and allow her to drag you through the crowd, stumbling occasionally from getting pushed. You take one glance over your shoulder and see Alexia with a smirk on her face, raising her glass in fake cheers.

—

You fiddle with your keys, trying to get your door open while Mapi hugs your waist from behind and breathes against your ear, making you shudder against her.

Finally, the click of the lock allows you both to push open the door and rush in. You giggle when Mapi’s hand wraps around your wrist and drags you to the couch. She sits down first and grabs the back of your thighs, trying to pull you into her lap which she succeeds in. Your skirt rides up to allow your legs to sit on each side of the girl's thighs. She leans up, stopping centimeters before your lips, her hat long gone so it doesn’t poke at you.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes it’s okay, please just kiss me.”

She smiles before finally attaching her lips to yours in a soft kiss. You have imagined this more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s so much better than your imagination. The kiss starts sweet and innocent but soon turns more needy and sloppy. You pause and pull back, wincing which worries the blonde defender below you.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” She quickly rambles but stops when you wave her off.

“No, no it’s just this corset. It’s poking at my boobs.”

You both begin to laugh together while she moves her hand to your back and unties it to loosen it. Once she is done pulling all the strings she unbuttons the front and takes it off before throwing it somewhere on the floor.

“So back to kissing?” She asks, puckering her lips and squeezing her eyes shut, making you giggle at her antics. She smiles at the sound before placing her hands on the back of your neck and pulling you down to reattach your lips.

Your fingertips brush along the tattoo on her neck as she slips her tongue into your mouth. You turn your head slightly, deepening the kiss while your other hand grips onto her bicep. Her head moves down to the underside of your jaw, peppering kisses down the column of your throat, making you dig your nails into her arm while your other wraps around the back of her neck. She hisses at the burning sensation of your fingers gripping her skin, but it turns her on even more.

“Bedroom?” You whisper, pecking her lips a few times. She nods and stands up, carrying you with her as you wrap your legs around her waist.

She gently sits you on the bed while she takes off her leather coat. The street light from outside gleams into the bedroom, allowing you to have just enough light without having to turn on any lamps. You start to unbutton her shirt under her gaze. She lets you tug off her clothes, enjoying the sight of it, but when you unbuckle her belt while staring up at her with puppy eyes, it makes her go feral. She pulls down her pants, leaving her in a bra and underwear, and then grabs your face, pulling you into a heated kiss.

“You are so beautiful.”

You blush at her comment and pull off your bandana as Mapi starts to pull at the hem of your shirt. Getting the message, you tug your arms out the sleeves of the shirt, helping out the desperate girl who quickly lifts it over your head as soon as she can. Shortly after, she yanks down your skirt, revealing your matching white set of simple lingerie which you put on before leaving, hoping that something like this would happen by the end of the night.

Mapi signals for you to move up the bed so she can fit on with you. She hovers over you and leans down for a breathtaking kiss, slotting your bottom lip in between yours before playfully tugging at it while pulling away. She places a simple kiss right below your ear before her hand gently grabs your jaw and turns your head all the way to the side, pressing your cheek against the silky sheets. You moan at the feeling of her tongue sliding from the base of your neck up to the bottom of your ear.

“Don’t worry, amor. I’m going to make you feel so good.” She whispers, her breath fanning over the side of your face, making butterflies flutter in your stomach, but also making the ache between your legs stronger.

Her hand trails under you and onto your back, grasping the clasp of your bra. She looks at you real quick, quietly asking for consent. “It’s okay, baby. I want this, I want this really bad.”

She unhooks your bra and slides it off of you, flinging it on the floor. She sits up slightly, admiring how good you are right now with your chest heaving and your hair spewed out across the bed.

“Gorgeous.” She says softly before moving her lips to your beck once again. Her teeth sink into your skin once in a while, definitely leaving marks littered along your neck. An occasional whine slips out from your lips at the slightest sensation of her mouth.

Soon she starts to trail her lips lower and onto your chest, wrapping her lips around your hardened nipple while her hand gropes the other one. She switches sides, giving the other the same attention as she gave the one before.

The noises from your mouth become more frequent the closer she gets down to your core. She’s now leaving kisses around your belly button and over the fabric of your white panties. You buck your hips up with a moan when she licks a stripe up your clothed slit as your hands grip harder into the sheets.

“Please, Ria.”

“Tell me what you want, amor, and I’ll make it worth your while.” She taunts sultrily, teasingly placing kisses on your underwear.

“Anything, your fingers, mouth, anything.” You plead, continuing to buck your hips closer to her face.

Her fingers curl at the waistband of the white fabric and slowly pulls it down while trailing kisses with it. You whine in anticipation but are cut off by a loud moan slipping past your lips when her mouth attaches to your clit. She licks down to your slit and gathers up your arousal before dipping her tongue into your dripping hole.

Your back arches slightly as moans spew out of your mouth consistently. Mapi flips from thrusting her tongue in and out of you to sucking and flicking your clit. She sits up for a second, causing you to whine at the absence of your pleasure, so when you look up you see her tying her blonde hair up into a ponytail so it doesn’t get in her way. Her arms wrap around your thighs, allowing her hands to press against the top of them while she shoves her face further into your pussy.

She continues on her previous assault, making your orgasm approach a lot faster than you thought. The girl in between your legs notices when your moans become louder and your back arches higher, causing her to press one of her hands on your stomach to shove you down. Your hand subconsciously scratches her arm in pleasure as she flicks her tongue faster over your clit.

With one final push, you’re moaning loudly and seeing stars while Mapi continues to gently lick until your high is over.

“T-that was amazing.” You pant after experiencing one of the best orgasms you have ever experienced.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, princesa.”

You’re about to question her when you’re interrupted by her fingers plunging into you. She’s now kneeling on her knees while her unoccupied hand holds your thigh open, giving her easier access. Your hips slightly shy away from her touch due to overstimulation, but that doesn’t stop you from the euphoric pleasure you’re receiving.

The sound of your wetness can be heard echoing in the room from the blonde’s fingers working at a fast pace in and out of you. You both know you’re not going to last long since you’re still recovering from the last orgasm she gave you.

“Oh god, I-I’m gonna cum. It feels different though.” Mapi senses the worry in your voice but knows exactly what’s happening.

“Just let go, amor. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

With a few more strokes of her fingers, your inner muscles tense as you cum. The sound of her digits slamming into you begins to sound different, wetter in your opinion. Your orgasm lasts longer than you expect as you moan extremely loudly, probably waking up the neighbors.

Once you’ve calmed down, Mapi removes her fingers and you look down between your legs to see a huge wet spot.

You cover your face with your hands and groan out, “This is so embarrassing! Did I just wet the bed during sex?”

The blonde chuckles before grabbing your hands to remove them from your face. “No you didn’t wet the bed, have you never done that before?”

You shake your head no in response and ask, “What happened?”

“You squirted is what they call it I guess. It’s basically when you experience a very intense orgasm.” She explains while you nod your head in understanding. “Felt good didn’t it?”

“Really good.” You giggle before nuzzling your face into the girl’s chest. She laughs lightly and kisses your forehead as she wraps her arms gently around your frame. You start to tiptoe your hand to the clasp of her bra before you are cut off by a stern look. “What? I want you to feel good too, baby.”

“I do feel good. Right now, with you in my arms.”

“But-“

“Hey, we got all the time in the world to go again, if you let me take you on a date?” Her usual silly and cocky behavior is shifted to a more nervous tone as she bites her lip, waiting for your answer.

“I think we’re past the first date phase, Ria. I have been in love with you for so long.”

“I’ve been in love with you for I don’t even know how long.” Mapi breathes in relief, making you smile widely and leaning up for a passionate kiss. You both soak in everything that just happened and pour all your emotions into this single kiss. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You laugh at the vibration of her mumbling into your lips, but you all but nod in return, causing the both of you to smile into the kiss.

“Alexia is going to be so happy this finally happened.”

“Wait- she knew about your feelings for me?” You ask in disbelief.

“Well duh, I was pretty obvious and she sees all knows all. The whole team basically knows. You’re just oblivious.”

“Am not.” You pout which makes the blonde pull you back into her chest.

“Awe don’t pout, amor. You’re my oblivious girl.” Mapi tries to reason as you huff in response.

“Ale knew about my feelings too.”

“What?!”

#mapi leon x reader #mapi leon smut #mapi leon #alexia putellas #woso x reader #woso smut #woso imagine #woso fic #woso #lgbtq

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tragedy-of-commons · 23 days

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killjoy

childe x gn!reader | wc: ~1.6k

You catch your boyfriend setting up the cake.

tags/warnings: bday fun, modern & college au, based off of the American College Experience™ sorry, tooth-rotting fluff, teucer is a national treasure, comedy, possibly ooc, reader has hair

notes: for @staarri's 100 followers & bday event <3 trying to write childe was a nightmare but the wheel of doom has spoken. chosen prompt "cruel summer" :)

It has been one hell of a day.

Pop quizzes in two of your classes (that you are now tanking), getting heckled by that same group of protesters, slamming head-first into a glass panel like a pigeon, and then getting splashed by a puddle via a speeding car.

To give credit where credit is due, you’ve suffered through every incident with class and poise. Despite how you drip with murky street water, the saving grace that is the promise of your warm bed keeps you from inventing new profanities and falling to your knees in the student parking lot.

It’s almost over with, it’s almost over with—

The splintered door of your dorm unit has never looked more welcoming. When your keycard is approved with a click, you heave the barrier between you and uninterrupted sleep wide open. However, what you don’t expect is the little spectacle unfolding in your kitchenette.

Who you belatedly realize is your lovely boyfriend is sticking candles into something - it being quickly shielded from your view as he reacts to your arrival.

“You just had to be early,” he grins, revealing those pearly whites, “Maybe I’ll start calling you ‘Killjoy’.”

“Ajax?” He’s here? Today? But he said— He must notice your sorry state, but he’s wise enough not to mention it. “You really think I’d miss celebrating your birthday in person? Seriously, what kind of partner would I be, just sending you a text? Babe, you gotta start setting some higher standards.”

“Rotten liar,” you mumble, growing smile threatening to split your face in two.

A small flash of copper peeks around the bedroom-adjoining hallway, hyper. Teucer rushes up in front of his brother, the latter ruffling his hair. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”

You snort, wondering if anyone else is planning to jump out of the shadows. “My sincerest apologies. I could always leave—”

“No need,” Ajax dismisses the notion with a cavalier wave. “I think we’re all ready, huh Teuce?”

He huffs in agreement, beaming up at you like you hung the moon. “One second!”

Teucer scampers off faster than you can blink, making you bellow a laugh. His energy knows no bounds, necessitating many hours of entertaining his whims. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Happy birthday,” Ajax says softly; wistfully.

You stalk over to him, embracing your boyfriend like he might disappear into thin air without a moment’s notice. “If you broke in, I will be calling campus security.” “You’d never turn me in! Also, we just so happen to still be on the guest card from last week.” You part from his warmth so you can kiss him. He tastes of sugar, the bastard.

“Buttercream?” you place, peering over his shoulder. The sight of a round cake on the counter confirms your suspicions, and your heart swells. He would’ve had to bake and decorate it somewhere else, given that ovens are a luxury you do not possess in college hell. You picture him in his too-nice apartment, piping frosting in the familiar loops of your name. “Yes!” Teucer rushes back in (you note that he’s hiding his hands behind his back), while Ajax pokes your nose. “Big brother spent soooo long on it!”

You snicker deviously. “Really?”

“No reason to lie,” your boyfriend pouts, “Though I’m a bit hurt that you’re both trying to embarrass me, after I went to all this trouble..”

Teucer sticks his tongue out in disgust whenever you console Ajax with another kiss, likely wanting you both to hurry up your gross couple stuff so he can show you his gift. It’s presented to you ceremoniously, and you honor the splendor by pretending not to know that it’s definitely one of his toys.

Your acting is award-winning, perfectly ignoring the obvious ridges and appendages of a Transformer. After tearing open the paper, you’re told that his name is Mr. Cyclops and you have to take good care of him - your sworn oath.

(Of course, Mr. Cyclops will mysteriously end up back in Teucer’s bedroom if you can count on your partner in crime to help you out. You and Ajax share a Look that hints at conspiracy.)

Speaking of your boyfriend, you don’t think he is governed by even one modicum of shame. During the Happy Birthday song, he performs with his whole chest, much to your chagrin. You think that Ajax lives the most for other people; even if it shines brightest whenever he teases and flusters. His camaraderie is most genuine when he’s this comfortable - when he knows that the present moment is all he needs to focus on.

When did he start letting his guard down? You find yourself unable to recall among past memories of trudging to the local diner at ungodly hours, cramming for finals at the library, and responsibly talking him down from any antics that would surely get him in trouble.

(Maybe it was when you first held an ice pack over his eye, swollen shut from a punch he shouldn’t have taken just for the thrill of it. Your admonishment must have been jarring, because without any teasing remarks whatsoever, he promised that he’d dial it down. You remember lacing your fingers with his - and promptly threatening to “embalm him with jet fuel” if he ever got hurt again.)

Now your relationship has progressed to the point where spending your first birthday together feels natural. It feels so natural that shitty paper plates stacked high with slices of cake is enough to make you forget that you look like that one damp owl picture. Ajax, as per his boyfriend duties, has to remind you, of course.

“Bad day, huh?”

You rest your chin on your fist, elbow supported by the armrest of your (comically small) couch. In retrospect, the fleeting illusion of a living room probably wasn’t worth it. Squished into a corner by a dozing Teucer and an awake Ajax, you yawn. “The worst, actually.”

“Well, we can’t be having that,” he tips your chin up to meet azure hues, “Maybe my gift will make you feel better.”

You blink. “Gift? You don’t have to, you know. The little guy’s was plenty enough for me.”

Ajax spares a fond glance at his little brother, whose head is resting in his lap, legs thrown over the opposite armrest. “Nonsense! If you’re worried about me having bought out a whole store—”

“Don’t tell me you—”

“—Then you have nothing to fret over, Killjoy,” he laughs. “It’s pretty small.”

You don’t suppress the smile that breaks out on your face. “Okay, I’ll bite.”

“Hopefully not too hard.” He’s so annoying. You want to kiss him stupid.

From what you assume is from his back pocket, he removes a black silk pouch before dropping it into your awaiting hand. He was right about it being small, that’s for sure. Toying with the material of it for a moment, you pull open the bag delicately. Ajax tenses. “So.. whaddya think?”

Inside is a brass key that fits into your palm nicely. Of course you’ll love anything he gives you, but you’re unsure of what this could mean. Is it symbolic? Literal? You thumb over the grooves, unsure of what they could possibly unlock. Your head swims with a fuzzy feeling that you don’t entirely hate.

“What’s it to?”

“Our place.”

It’s perfect. You turn the object this way and that way, swallowing. “Giving me my own copy? You realize that you’re gonna be stuck with me crashing at yours way more often, right?”

Your boyfriend wraps a sturdy arm around your shoulder. “It’s not there for you to crash, it’s there for you to stay. I want you to move in with me.”

The following awed silence from you is clearly taken as something else, because Ajax backpedals in that flippant way that belies the panic he’s actually feeling. You need to tell him that it’s okay; that it’s more than okay.

“Of course you can say no, but the rest of your birthday plans kinda hinge on the possibility that you’ll make me the happiest man in the world and say yes,” he amends.

You pay no heed to his theatrics, because all you really need is him. Gross. “Duh, idiot. As much as it kills me to say this, I’d want nothing more.” Ajax glows. “Because you’re head over heels in love with me?”

“No, because I won’t have to drag my ass to the laundromat anymore.”

The offended sound he lets out is muffled with your mouth against his once more, and the tears that roll down your cheeks are obviously not because you’re ecstatic to be so involved in his life. What a preposterous idea.

His hands cradle your face, a little awkward because of the position, but he’s so warm.

“Killjoy, I have something to confess,” he breathes, pulling back enough so you can see the faint constellation of freckles dotting his features. “You need to start packing immediately, or else the flowers will wilt before you’re able to see them.”

You sigh, happy-sniffling. “Flowers? Is a bouquet perhaps part of these ‘birthday plans’?”

Ajax dries one of his hands stained with your tears off onto his shirt before raking it through Teucer’s curls affectionately. He stirs but does not wake. “Try thirty!”

“Ajax..” The horror in your tone barely disguises the admiration.

“I love you too, Killjoy.”

That night, when you’re both alone in his apartment, tangled in each other’s arms, your overnight bag on the floor - you tell him the same. The few tears he sheds into your hair are also definitely not because you’re finally comfortable enough to say it back. Ridiculous.

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sweet-honey-fruit · 2 years

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I saw you were asking for a request so I thought of something. What would the harbingers (Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Capitano, Arlecchino) do if someone hurt they're s/o to get information about them? Have a nice day btw :D

This this THIS! I’m a sucker for these kinds of things. It’s definitely a guilty pleasure of mine with these scenarios. Thank you for this, I had a lot of fun writing it!

Harbingers With Hurt S/O

Warnings: Violence, mentions/descriptions of torture and death, use of pet names, possibly OOC Capitano cause there’s literally little to no information about him, spoilers for Fatui Harbingers lore

Arlecchino

She doesn’t want to admit how badly her heart ached when she saw you walk in battered in wounds and bruises. Yet you still greeted her with a bright smile.

All she did was stare at you with a blank look on her face, wrapping her arms around you and giving you a kiss on the top of your head

You held a special place in her heart, so seeing you like this raised an unbelievable amount of worry and anger, but she wouldn’t let you see that

Her voice came out in a hushed whisper, swaying you back and forth slightly, “Tell me my beloved, what has happened to you?”

You’re hesitant, of course. You know how she can get, especially when it comes to you

But you especially know how she gets when you’re not upfront and honest with her

“Treasure Hoarders wanted information about the whereabouts of the delusion factory,” The moment the words leave your mouth, she brought you closer to her before letting go

Her face is stone cold, but you can practically feel the infuriation radiating off of her like a waterfall

It leaves you shaking a little bit, and you’re not even the one she’s livid at

She sends you to Dottore to get patched up, making sure to not-so-subtly threaten him to keep you safe and to not turn you into one of his experiments

She’s using these circumstances as a training exercise for some of her children in the House of the Hearth to gather information

Once she has the information she needs, you better believe she’s going absolutely batshit crazy

And I’m talking about leaving the Treasure Hoarders mangled bodies at other Treasure Hoarder camps to send a message

That message being that if they touch you again, she’ll make sure every single one of them will perish by her hands personally

Capitano

He’s not the type of man that pays attention to those that he deems weaker than him

He doesn’t find them worthy enough for his time

Yet when one of his Fatui subordinates delivered him the news that you’ve been captured and tortured by a group of Nabushi in Inazuma-

Well, he could make this one exception, couldn’t he?

He’ll seek to hunt them down himself

He wants them to understand the mistake they did for touching the only person he has deemed worthy for his endless time and attention

For every mark that was bestowed upon you, he will make sure he doubles it both in numbers and in pain

He won’t outright kill them, he wants to get back home to you as soon as possible

But we will leave them barely conscious

Surely the Rifthounds can take care of them. They gotta eat too after all.

He’s grinning the whole time he walks away

Hearing them scream for him to save them as the Rifthounds bite away at their flesh

For anyone else the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and blood curdling screams would be enough to show mercy

But to him it’s music to his ears

Maybe next time they would think twice before using you to get information

Dottore

He’s cackling to himself when he found out

The poor subordinates that informed him are quivering and praying to The Tsaritsa that they won’t feel his wrath

Cause this man is insane, but in that moment, that is the most insane he has ever been

Thankfully The Tsaritsa seemed to answer their prayers cause he dismisses them to bring you to him

Although one managed to climb up the list to be his next test subject when they declare that you’re being seen by a Sneznayan doctor so it “might not be a good time”

He snaps out a “I’ll treat them myself, your lucky my priority lies with them right now, otherwise I’d already have your flesh ripped away and replaced with metal”

He makes a mental note to do it later, for when you’re escorted in, he’s furtively seething

Littered in cuts and bruises, a deep cut slashed along your side, and lightning shaped scars surrounding it

He has a good idea who did it already, and why it was done

As he’s treating you, he’s tracing along the lightning scars, letting out a small hum

“My dear, tell me, what exactly happened.”

This man intimidates you from his voice alone, and you can’t even form the words to speak

Even though he knows, he wants to hear you say it, to just confirm that his anger is justified

Not that he cares on rather it is or isn’t, but his superiors certainly do

He can sense your timidness which makes him grin. He finds it so cute, but now is hardly the time to be having those thoughts

He reassures you that it’s okay, you can tell him. He’ll make it all go away. He’ll make them go away. Just tell him, he’s there for you.

And you do tell him in a hoarse voice, and he finds it pitiful.

Some Dancing Thunder Kairagi thinking that they’re entitled enough to put a hand on you, just because they believed you would tell them the Fatui’s plans

He doesn’t say anything after that, staying uncharacteristically quiet. Which is more daunting to you than if he were to spill out threats

He continues to treat you in silence. And once he’s done he’s escorting you back to your shared bedroom within the palace.

After, he’s having some of his subordinates fetch the ones that hurt you. When they are brought in, well, let the experiments commence

He’s certainly enjoying hearing them scream in agony as he tests out the effects of having multiple delusions. Hearing them beg, and plead for him to stop. But he doesn’t. He’s sure you did the same thing. Pleading them to just let you go. They didn’t stop till some Fatui Skirmisher’s stepped in, so why should he? But there wont be any Skirmisher’s saving them.

He’s making sure they suffer for a long, long time

Pantalone

“Oh, how pitiful” he states as he walks into Dottore’s lab

He’s been told that you’ve been sent there after having a— rough encounter, to put it lightly— with a few Shogunate soldiers

He saw the pure exhaustion on your face, and yet he still maintained a smile

“I can see you were determined to give it your all. But do not worry sweetheart, for I will fill in and give it my all for you.”

He won’t only hurt the Shogunate soldiers indirectly, oh no. He’ll hurt the whole Shogunate army.

Slowly, he would cut off their money supply through the Northland Bank (don’t ask how that works, I don’t know myself but for the sake of this, it works). I mean, you can’t do anything without the very thing that gives you the pathway to do anything in the first place, right?

He’ll watch from the shadows as the Shogunate army is scrambling for funds, and ultimately scrambling to regain power

It would take a meeting with Kujou Sara in order to settle things. His only request was that the Shogunate stays out of the Fatui’s business, and most importantly, stay away from you.

You know how I said he would hurt them indirectly? That’s because he’ll have others do it for him.

He’ll give some to Dottore as test subjects, and some to Arlecchino for target practice for the kids. He’s just as much of a supplier as he is a taker.

While everything is going on outside of your knowledge, he’s keeping you close to him. Holding you, walking you to and from work, and even allowing you to tag along with him on more PG related missions for lack of a better term

He’s a man of endless influence throughout Teyvat, and he will not hesitate to use it to rip apart the nations for you. Especially if they dared to touch you like they did.

Tartaglia

Definitely the most sane one when it comes to it, and that’s saying something

Especially since he’s the one that witnessed it first hand

As stated previously in another post, he’s already paranoid anytime you’re not around him since the Fatui have a lot of enemies

So when he went out looking for you since you took a tad bit longer to get groceries than it normally would, he found out that his paranoia was justified

Imagine his surprise when he found out that it’s not Treasure Hoarders or Hilichurls, no, it’s the Millelith of all people hurting you

“Well well, what did I just walk in on? Am I interrupting something?” He has a smile on his face but it doesn’t seem very happy

Perhaps that’s because his eyes are showing nothing but unadulterated hatred towards the group of men that think it was a good idea to beat you around for information on him and the Fatui

“If you wanted information you could have just came and ask me yourself, but instead you had to go out and dig yourselves your own grave. What a shame.”

He’ll instruct you to turn away, cause he’s pretty sure that what he’s about to do to them would traumatize you for life. He doesn’t want that for you.

When you do, this man is pulling out all the stops

Slicing and dicing, aiming and shooting, hydro and electro

He wants to watch them suffer, and he’s grinning like a mad man when he watches the life drain from their eyes

As much as he wanted to make them suffer more, he had to cut it short since he still had to prioritize you

He’s going to pick you up and carry you back home no matter how much you want to protest and insist that you’re okay

But this man is stubborn and he’s not having any of it.

He’s taking you home and cuddling you close, not letting you go even after you’re all cleaned up

His laid-back persona is broken as he apologizes to you, that he’s sorry that he put you in danger

Please reassure him that it’s not his fault and give him plenty of kisses

He’s not leaving your side for a LONG TIME

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yxami · 11 months

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just wanted to drop by and say i’m in love with yandere streamer 🙏🙏 will you be planning to write more for him by any chance?

Yeah probably, I’ll do it right now cuz I’m bored

description: yandere streamer x gender neutral reader, soft yandere, he’s a creep, hinted stalking, bro is watching u even as u read this 😭😭

You were so excited and shocked from the message that your favorite streamer sent you. It was along the lines of you winning the opportunity to meet him! He had millions of subscribes so your chances were basically zero. You had no clue he was even holding a random event like that!

“When did you announce that you were doing a random thing to meet up with your subscribers? How many others are you gonna meet up with?”

“It was random! I didn’t even think about doing it until a few days ago. I’m only doing one meet up and you won that! It’s really lucky that you lived in the same city as me” His tone was chipper like an excited bird.

He was so happy he got the excuse to see you in real life. You looked so much more adorable in person, your outfit was neat and colorful, and your voice oh my god your voice was so cute he fell in love again.

“How long have you been a fan of me anyways?”

“For about 2 years! I remember the first time I got your merch I was so happy” You perked up at the question. You were so ecstatic to be talking to your favorite streamer up close and personal. It was like a dream come true for a committed fan like you!

“Really? I’m coming out with some new merch, I could give you some a little early if you’d like” He cheesed at the fact that you were so lively about his merch, his stuff, him!

“I’d pay anything for some new merch! I really like the designs, do you do them yourself or is it with a professional?” You were even more exhilarated to see not only him but new merch!

“I design em’ myself usually, sometimes with a buddy if I’m not creative. You don’t even have to pay for it anyways, it’s free. Just keep it a secret” He grinned, signaling it was a secret with a finger in-front of his lips.

“Don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone, I don’t have much friends to tell anyways so you don’t have to worry!”

“We can be friends! Here give me your phone” He put his hand out and you handed it to him. Immediately putting in his phone number, he took a selfie with a peace sign and made sure you were in the photo by turning the phone. He added his name with a heart and sent the photo to himself. Of course, he deleted it after so you didn’t see that he sent it to himself.

He wanted to treasure the photo once he got home, maybe even have a little fun with it.. like last time!

“Just don’t show my number to anyone, it’s just for you” He handed your phone back with a big smile.

“I won’t, I swear!” You beamed at the fact that he trusted you so much. You were happy that he was giving his number, and maybe butterflies formed in your stomach when he said ‘just for you’ but that’s something you can hide deep down!

“So, do you exclusively watch me, or is there other streamers I need to compete with to get your full attention?” He grinned, his tone was teasing but he was sort of serious. He wanted to get your full attention, even if it sounded incredibly greedy.

“I’ve been watching this other streamer, they’re pretty cool! But I’m watching you more don’t worry! I wouldn’t unsubscribe or anything, I’ve watched you for too long to give up now” You were being truthful about watching the other streamer but lately you have been tuning in on them more.

“Really? Who are they, are they as handsome as me?” He leaned in, resting his head on his hand to intensely gaze at you. Almost as if he was looking for any lies behind your eyes.

“Wha— I don’t know, I mean no they’re not but why would you ask that” You sputtered your words out like an old car starting up. You were caught off guard enough to fail saying a basic sentence.

“So they aren’t? That’s nice to know, anything I should worry about?” He chuckled at how nervous you got, you were even cuter with the red blush dusting your cheeks. You shook your head in response, refraining to even attempt at talking again.

“I’m glad! I’d be so upset if my favorite fan was giving me up after so long” His flirty comments and smile were so entrancing you had to look away or else you’d embarrass yourself again.

“What else do you do other than watch me? Any hobbies?” He was curious about things he couldn’t see from your camera being set up in your room. He wondered what you’d do throughout the day when you weren’t in there.

“I don’t know, I focus on work a lot during the day, and in the night I relax with games. A pretty simple life, not one like you have where you stream and play with others”

“That’s just as interesting as me streaming! I’m doing the same thing as you after-all, playing games while chatting with people. You don’t play with anyone else?” He sat back in his seat, making his posture more suitable for talking instead of teasing you like before.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I don’t really play with others cause I haven’t met a long term gaming buddy yet. I’m sure I’ll find one soon enough though!” You took a sip of your drink, enjoying the sweet strong taste of it.

“Well we gotta fix that don’t we? Consider me your gaming buddy then!”

“Sure! That’s really nice of you” You giggled at his enthusiasm at the end. He was so nice, you were really happy he turned out to be even better than what you thought he’d be.

His phone loudly buzzed before the two of you could talk more. The vibration was felt throughout the table, unable to be ignored.

“Shit I forgot, I’m supposed to meet up with my friend. I gotta run but it was nice meeting you. Text me when you get home and I’ll text you my address so you can come over tomorrow and see the merch and pick out your fave!” He got up, scanning you for as much as he could.

He was sad he had to leave you now, looking so cute for him!

“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You planned to wave him goodbye but instead he hugged you tightly, showing the large height difference he had against you as you were pressed into his chest. He smelt like a vanilla and something addicting you couldn’t put your finger on.

He let go out the hug, enjoying one last sight of you before he had to go.

“Mhm, we should play some games later today and maybe some tomorrow when you come over” He pat your head, craving to touch you more but he decided not to be greedy, especially if he wanted to seem normal to you.

“You’ve been playing a lot of my favorites lately so we can play those!” You nodded in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll see you later then. I’ll text you when I can play!” He waved his goodbyes, leaving with a cheesy smile at the fact that the meeting went so well. You were even more addicting in person. He was sad he had to leave you but at least he could see you tomorrow!

He could even hear your voice today when the two of you played games! And maybe use the photo he took to treasure your beauty as he pleasured himself..

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koisuko · 3 months

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some mk1 men ( maybe. johnny...) with a reader who listens to metal music and is super dark dressing and gothic/emo but their personality is the opposite super sweet, extroverted and fun! nsfw or sfw :)

ooo can do!

Tw: none, silly little fellas, gn reader ft: Jonny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Liu Kang

Johnny Cage

Something tells me that Johnny won’t really mind your appearance. Your style and choice of music might pique his curiosity, prompting him to ask in his smooth classic way about the band you like.

“What ya listening to sugar?”

When he starts to get to know you, past your dark exterior, it was like doing a complete 180. He’s probably seen dark goths and emo’s in his career but likely chalked them up to their stereotypes. He was surprised, and would likely tease you about it often. He finds your personality cute, and likes the way it contrasts your exterior style. Especially with the music taste, how dark and aggressive the music is compared to your soft and sweet personality.

Kung Lao

It’s certainly something he’s not accustomed to, but something tells me he would be really into it. Your style is something new, refreshing from his village living, and it drew him in. In regard to your music taste, it would take some time for him to warm up to it. Best believe he’s dancing with you to it.

“Play that one again!”

He would find your personality adorable, likely teasing you on your soft interior. I’m sure he would find your style and your personality attractive. Having a bit of both is always nice.

Raiden

Your style is interesting to him, something he’s not used to but he isn’t one to judge. I would think he would not really care about your style, seeing past it in his cute little humble way. Your taste of music isn’t his cup of tea, but he would more than likely indulge in it simply to make you happy and spend time with you. He would be supportive of your music taste, dancing simply to be with you.

“Can I listen with you?”

Like the others, your personality is adorable to him. This would likely be the most compatible aspect to him, how soft and sweet you are to everyone around you. Best believe he’d enjoy some cuddles while you blast metal through your ear buds.

Kenshi Takahashi

He loves your style, it really suits your appearance. He’s not one to really care about how you look, or how you dress. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy goth styles. Although, he wouldn’t personally dress in that way. As for the music, he’d likely enjoy it, but it wouldn’t be his favorite. He would chuckle at your enthusiasm in showing him every song on your playlist.

“Sure, baby, show me the next one.”

Again, like the others, your personality would be enjoyed. A bit of a surprise to him as he’s seen many goths in his lifetime and met a few. He’d find it lovely, enjoying the brightness you bring to every room. I would think he enjoys someone is the life of the party, to make up for his more reserved personality.

Liu Kang

I’d like to think he is very similar to Raiden, not really paying much attention to your exterior. And I mean, you could have the strangest style, dressing like a literal clown, and he would still treat you like anyone else. Whatever makes you happy, he will love just the same. Your music style would be no different. If it makes you happy, he will like it too. Perhaps it’s not his cup of tea, preferring more calm and relaxing music over the aggression of metal music. But regardless, he would listen to it with a smile on his face.

“I truly adore the happiness this brings you, my treasure.”

Your personality, he will love just the same. If anything, he would find it beautiful, like the balance of night and day. He would remain a protective figure while you make everyone smile, hanging back with his hands folded and smiling at the joy you bring others.

Notes: sorry this is so short, I struggled a bit with it but I hope it’s at least to your liking❤️maybe I’ll redo it sometime.

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dancingtotuyo · 8 months

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1. tame the ghosts in my head

Woman | Joel Miller X Reader

Series Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Joel Miller finds an unexpected face upon his return to Jackson.

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader. Age Gap. TV show characters. Mostly Cannon compliant for show and game.

Chapter Warnings: references to canon type violence, injuries, swearing, medical exam, illusions to loss & grief.

Words: 2437

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Familiarity is a foreign thing in this world. A priceless gift from the universe if you’re deemed to be so worthy, it’s a treasure to be treated as so, but when one is lucky enough to be chosen, fear tarnishes it. Gifts only last so long before they are taken away, leaving only grief and loneliness in their wake, making you wonder if it was really a gift at all or just a cruel prank. Yet, it gets you everytime, roping you into its trap.

It might be 20 years since you’ve laid eyes on him, but that stance, those brown curls, you would recognize them anywhere You spent the younger years of your life committing him to memory. You feel the trap tugging you toward him. You can’t be caught up again. You tell yourself you won’t be.

“Joel!”

He turns around, dark brown eyes meeting yours. He doesn’t expect anyone else to know his name here. Why does it sound familiar to him?

It all escapes from the recess of your mind. That all-encompassing file titled “before,” flies open. Memories come flooding back of him and of Sarah. You’re only conscious of the first trap, but there are others lying in wait. You and Tommy talk about her sometimes, but this brings up so much more.

He looks confused at first. You watch him wrack his brain. He recognizes you, but from where? You’re not the kid he once knew. The fresh, doe-eyed look of a 20-something new graduate is replaced by the 40-something worn woman you’ve survived into. Finally, it dawns on him.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He walks over to you, disbelief written across his features.

“Hi.” You smile.

“Hi.”

It’s an awkward thing. Do you hug? Shake hands? You were Sarah’s babysitter from the time she was 6 until she complained she didn’t need one once she turned 13. The two of you still hung out when you were back from school. Joel usually slipped you a $20. You would’ve done it for free, never expected the cash, but you were also a broke college student. You never turned it down.

The lure of a familiar face is strong. The two of you settle on a comfortable distance. Closer than strangers, further than family.

“Tommy told me you were here at Christmas. He’s been worried about you.”

Joel nods. “It’s been a long couple of months.”

“Just months?” Your brows shoot up.

Joel fights back a smile. He remembers the smartass remarks you used to give Tommy when he teased you while you waited for Joel to cough up the cash he owed.

Flashes of coming home to pillow forts and Sarah’s giggles, arts and crafts with glitter that littered the house for weeks afterwards, and the countless other memories play in his mind.The memories send a pang through his chest, but he can handle them now, and here is another person who holds those precious memories.

“Relatively speaking of course.” The smile breaks through on his face. It’s starting to feel less foreign to him these past few days.

Joel wasn’t the most smiley person when you knew him 20 years ago. It suits him, you think. Another lure. Another diversion you don’t catch because you are so aware of the trap you’re sure it set, you don’t see the other one hiding. You won’t let the universe give you another person just to take them away.

“Of course.” You return his smile.

“I’m supposed to get checked out at the clinic. I think they gave me bad directions. Either that or my memory is shit.”

“I was just headed there. You can follow me.” Nod your head in the general direction.

“You’re a nurse.” He seems slightly unsure.

“Memory can’t be all that shitty, I guess.” You shrug. “If you call 3 months in the trauma unit being a nurse that is.”

“You got the education. I remember that.”

The keys jingle in your hand as you unlock the doors. The lights buzz to life with a flip of a switch. The slim medical supplies you have are neatly organized on shelves. It’s enough to care for basic needs. Scout teams sometimes bring back supplies from other places when they go on longer expeditions. All medications are safely locked away. You have the only key. You count the meds on a weekly basis with Maria and go over your meticulous logs. There’s a board-certified doctor in town. He practiced family medicine before the outbreak. He’s good with routine stuff but didn’t want a key. Too much pressure he claims.

You deal with the big stuff. Gaping wounds, infections, whatever it was that resembled surgery in this world. You play doctor, nurse, surgeon, and midwife. It falls on your shoulders and what you can remember from school. There are a few medical journals and textbooks on your shelves. Dr. Pooley has taught you a lot, but his knowledge is more outdated, more about family medicine. More often than not, you fail. People remind you; you do the best you can, you’re not trained for this, supplies are limited. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn’t.

“You can take a seat.” You nod toward the medical table.

Joel nods, hopping up. “Did Ellie stop in last night? She said she would.”

“Yeah she did.” You wash your hands with soap. “Seems like a good kid. She’s got quite a mouth.”

Joel chuckles. “She seem okay?”

“For someone with two bites on her arm, yeah.”

He looks up, his eyes a mix of fear and concern and then it goes away. “Tommy told you?”

“Yeah… wanted to make sure I was the one who checked her out.”

“He tell anyone else?”

“Probably Maria.” You shrug and watch the uneasiness leave him. “I won’t tell anyone, Joel. It’ll either get people's hopes up or cause a witch hunt. Besides, doctor patient confidentiality and all that.”

He looks relieved. “Thanks.”

You nod. “Now, take your shirt off.”

He raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes.

“I swear if you give me some snarky comment, I will stab you with a scalpel.”

He cringes feeling fantom pain in his scarred abdomen. “Noted.”

“You okay?” You catch the twinge on his face, stare at the gash on his neck.

“Yeah… it’s just…” He sighs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

For a moment, you are 22 years old again and sense of medical professionalism ceases to exist. It’s embarrassing really, the crush you had on him. Though, it’s just as embarrassing that it’s still affecting you. 20 years ago, you thought the world was more likely to end than anything remotely close to this happening. It seems Ironic now.

The nurse in you returns before his shirt slides off his shoulders. Your eyes go wide as you spot the big, angry scar on Joel’s abdomen. “What happened?”

Your fingers press around the scar, inspecting it. It’s cruel and jagged, still pink, but healed. It’s several months old and there’s no signs of infection.

“Your fingers are cold.”

You roll your eyes. “What happened?”

“We came across some raiders. I took them out, but not before one of ‘em got me with his broken bat.”

“Fuck, Joel.” You press a little firmer, searching for any signs of sensitivity or irritation.

It hits him that he’s never heard you curse. He bites back the tilt of his lips. He doesn’t think you would appreciate it. He never teased you like Tommy did. He was more of a quiet observer before the outbreak. He still considers himself so, but there’s an urge to tease you now. Maybe he wants to steal a slice of pre-outbreak life back.

“Does this hurt at all?” You continue to press all around, this time looking in his eyes. You’re firmly in his personal space now.

He never got to look at your eyes this closely before. They’re beautiful. He reads so much swirling in them. He still sees bits of the 22 year old he knew, freshly graduated and eager to help a world so close to damnation. He sees the shadows floating around, the trauma of living in this world. He sees it in others all the time. He sees it in himself everytime he looks in the mirror, but he wants to know what caused the darkness in yours.

He catches the fine lines that have started to age your face, and a few silver hairs beginning to weave through your natural hair color. He thinks they suit you.

“Joel.” Your voice is firm, shaking him out of his thoughts. “Any pain? Discomfort?”

He shakes his head. You let out a low whistle. “You’re one lucky bastard. It’s a bang up job on the stitches, but it did its job.”

“It got infected. Ellie managed to get her hands on some penicillin.”

His eyes darken. There’s more to the story, but you know better than to ask. One doesn't just “manage” to get their hands on penicillin, especially out here.

Your eyes scan his abdomen, but it is purely medical this time. Joel has several old scars covering his back and abdomen consistent with what you expect. The gash on his neck has already scabbed over, a couple of days old. You do your best to clean it without opening it back up.

You bring your stethoscope to his heart. It thuds in your ears. He breathes in at your instructions: long and steady in, long and steady out. His breath tingles in your ear. Your eyes scan up his neck and face. You think he might be just as handsome now as he was 20 years ago. He meets your eyes and you snap back to the tasks at hand. Heat rises over the back of your neck. You pull away before it reaches your cheeks.

Joel keeps quiet the whole time. His eyes track your every movement; a hazard of living in this world. It’s a hazard you learned to drop when within the walls of the settlement, though it took you years to do so.

His blood pressure is a little high, nothing too concerning or surprising. It’s not like you have medication to help. “How old are you?”

Your eyes meet again. “56.”

You wrack your brain. You helped Sarah with his birthday on numerous occasions. “September 26, right?”

“You remember?”

“I believe I helped put on several of your birthday parties.” You crack a smile, writing it down on the form. You have one for each member of the settlement in case of emergencies. “Shit… that’s-”

“Yeah, I know.” Joel crosses his arms. He hasn’t put his shirt back on yet. His biceps bulge, drawing your eye toward them. It hits you; maybe adult you also has a crush on Joel Miller. You shove that thought to the side. You’re avoiding that trap too.

Joel catches your eye. You swallow, hoping he didn’t catch you staring. “You can put your shirt back on.”

He nods. You don’t watch as he buttons it up. You study the file in front of you like it’s the next great American novel. “Do you know your blood type?”

“O negative.”

“You absolutely sure?”

“You calling me a liar?”

“No, but I’d hate to tap you on the shoulder asking for you to transfuse blood and the person drops dead because you had O positive or some other type.”

“I’m sure.”

You nod, marking it the chart. Joel’s shirt is back on. You can’t decide if you’re relieved or not, but something else catches your eye as he struggles with the last button.

“Hold out your hands.”

His eyes roll but obeys. You visually inspect them. Nothing seems wrong at sight.

“Now make a fist.”

He does, internally cursing when his right hand shakes and shutters. It still doesn’t close all the way. Taking all those fireflies out the day before doesn’t help matters. He eyes you, but you’re completely focused on his hands.

You place your index and middle fingers in his palms. “Now squeeze.”

You feel the fight in his right hand. Its grip is loose compared to the left.

“I broke it back in September.”

“How?” You take his hand. It’s warm and calloused. You ignore that part away as you feel through the bones and tendons searching for misplaced bones or built up scar tissue.

“Took out a Fedra guard leaving Boston QZ.”

“Define took out.” Your inspection continues.

Joel shifts looking away from you. It gives you a good look at his profile. Your eyes flicker up the muscles of his neck, his strong jaw and the scruff that covers it. You catch sight of a faded scar on his temple. He didn’t have that 20 years ago… you kick yourself for remembering that.

“It was just a hairline. Healed up fine on its own.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

Joel refuses to meet your eye. He doesn’t answer your question. Your annoyance grows.

“I’ll give you some options. Stunned? Mamed? Knocked unconscious?”

“Look, I'm not the person I used to be.”

You straighten up. “Nobody is, Joel. We’re literally in hell.” You push back images of your own actions- and inactions. “Now tell me so I can make a rough estimate on the force you used.”

Joel sighs. He remembers the cracking of bones. The way the guard went limp. It doesn’t haunt him. He would do it again to protect people, so why is he so hesitant? Is it that he associates you with Sarah?

He swallows. “Killed.”

He waits for you to kick him out, for a look of disgust to cover your face, but it never happens. You simply keep going with the exam. “Okay.”

You hit a sensitive nerve in his hand. He hisses. “I think it was more than a hairline… but it seems to have healed okay all things considering.”

Joel nods.

“I’m going to rig something up to help you strengthen the hand. It probably won’t help the nerve though.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I will. I’ll drop it off at your house this evening.” You make note of a few things on a clipboard. “Otherwise, I’m giving you a clean bill of health.”

“So I’m free to go?”

“Free to go.” You nod.

He’s almost out the door when you turn around. “And Joel…” He stops, meeting your eye for the first time since his confession. “We’ve all had to kill people, do ugly things for the sake of survival. Don’t think you’re the only one.”

He wants to ask further questions, but you turn your back to him and it dies on his tongue.

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harukaprism · 9 months

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Fuck me, old man

Pairing: Welt Yang x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut, mentions of injuries on reader, nicknames used (little one, my star), spanking, unprotected sex (wear a condom kids), swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, welt calls you his slut, oral (receiving), this is all just filthy filthy filthy. Do I need to tag gloves being used?

Word Count: 3,224

Dawn's notes: Shhhhhh, just have sex with the old man. It's good for the soul.

You were not looking forward to the lecture you were going to get the second you stepped back onto The Express. Your mission had gone well of course, you were a Nameless and an expert traveler for The Express as the others were, but Welt Yang was harsher on you than the others.

You were hoping it was for a sexual reason and not that he was an old man and “youths these days”. Loading your wounded body onto the train you easily avoided Himeko and the others, Welt nowhere to be seen, yet. Opening the door to your room and throwing your body onto your bed you stared at the ceiling; a few decorations that you had put up there that March had given you and little doodles that Welt had done in his past time.

You had admired his work as an animator on his planet, his skills showed in every drawing he made, silly little things he made for all of the Nameless on the train, but it seemed he put more effort into the drawings he gave you. You had asked him about his planet and begged him to draw and show you what it was like. Both of you wanted him to go back to his home, to see his family and friends again, hoping that at some point it will be on the list of planets that needed help from The Express.

Glancing to the side you looked at the bedside table, all of your things already placed there along with a drawing that you treasured the most; Welt called them sunflowers. He drew a field of them with a setting sun in the back. It seemed like he had been there before and wanted to visit it again, the solemness on his face causing you to regret asking about his home planet.

A knock on your door sent a race through your heart, you had no idea who it could be. “Yes?” You were hoping it was Pom Pom bringing you something to eat and drink.

“Are you alright?” Damn it, Welt was at your door and you hadn’t had a chance to shower, eat, or even hide your wounds.

“O-Oh Welt! Yeah I-I’m fine.” You forced a chuckle out of your throat sitting up hoping he would not come in.

“Pom-Pom said you didn’t look great and didn’t stop to report anything or say anything to anyone. That isn’t like you.” He saw right through you, he always did. “Can I come in?” There was no way to stop him and you knew that, he was such a good person and if he thought something was wrong with you he would want to care and see you.

“Yeah, doors unlocked.” Your heart raced as you watched your door open, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap and it was dangerously beautiful. His hair was a bit messy, the gray streak sticking straight up almost. “Did you just wake up?” You tried to tease him to take his attention off your bruised body.

“What happened?” His ungloved fingertips brushed against your bruised cheek.

“Welt I am fine I promise.” You tried to convince him that you really were okay, your body was sore and you just needed to rest. “You can go back to the parlor car, I'll be fine.”

The look under his glasses made your heart sink; you never wanted to worry him. “Little one, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” You hated the way the words made your stomach clench; he said it because you were younger than him, smaller than him. He was a protector and you were something he protected. “Go wash up, I’ll get the medical kit.”

Heaving a sigh you looked down at your legs avoiding his piercing golden eyes. “Fine.” Voice soft you sat and listened as he left your room giving you your privacy. You gave it a few minutes before you dragged your body through the cars to the bath, taking your time to wash yourself and soak in the warm water. Once you were out you felt much better and your body looked better as well as you stared at your body in your silk pajamas.

As you made your way back to your room you saw that your door was already open, you knew it was Welt and he was waiting. Knowing it was inevitable you walked into the room and looked as he sat on your bed staring at the pictures you had that he gifted you. “I never threw any out.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he met your gaze again. “I can see that. I am glad you enjoy them.” He looked over your body looking for any outward wound. “The bath helped, I see, but you are still wounded. Sit down and let me tend to them.”

Heat rushed your body as you unwillingly went to the bed sitting next to him. His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, the ointment he wiped the wounds with stung, sucking in a sharp breath you fought back the urge to curse but the feeling soon faded as his soft lips met the tender skin. “Sorry, I should have warned you that it was going to sting.”

Your heart rushed as you watched his lips move away from your skin, it was an unexpected reaction from him, he had never done it in the past when he tended to your wounds. “I-It’s fine.” Your voice was soft and it came out in a stutter but you didn’t want to show that it had affected you too much, in fear that he wouldn’t touch you like this again.

“Was the mission too hard for you to do alone?” There was worry etched into his face and you could see the pain in his eyes. “I should have convinced Himeko to let me go with you, I should have known.” Reaching up to his face you cupped his warm cheeks in your hands pulling him close. “Welt, I could handle it by myself and you know that. I just got a little banged up but I came back alive and relatively safe.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly his lips were against yours. Warmth filled your body as his hand rested on the back of your neck, the leather of his gloved hand digging into the tender skin to pull you deeper into the kiss. Your body was melting into his touch, everything about Welt Yang encompassed you.

His earthy scent rushed through your nostrils, your body falling back into the soft sheets, his arm caging you in. “Welt.” You murmured against his lips.

He pulled away and stared at you over his glasses, you could see the emotions swimming behind those brown orbs. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He started to move off of you but you didn’t want him to leave your side. Your hands rushed to his wavy hair and your fingers tangled in the strands as you pulled him back down crashing your lips to his.

As he let out a surprised gasp your tongue made its way into his mouth letting it explore as you kept him close to your body. Pulling away you let go of his hair giving him the option to pull away. “Never apologize for kissing me Welt, I have been waiting for you to do it for years.”

His deep chuckle made your walls clench around nothing. “For years, are you serious?” Giving him the best deadpan look you watched him as he squirmed a little. “You are being serious.” He said the words as if he couldn’t believe it, had he ever looked in a mirror?

Lifting your legs you wrapped them around his waist and used all your momentum to flip the two of you so you straddled him, pinning his hands above his head. “Trust me, I have wanted much more than just a kiss from you.” Letting out a little half truth you let out a little gasp as he adjusted his hips pressing his hardening cock to your core.

“Trust me little one, I have thought about a lot of other things to do with you.” With his admission you let a smirk tug at your lips. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him sent a fire through you. Remotely locking the door to your room your hands made quick work to strip the thin shirt and shorts you had on. “You are still injured, are you sure about this?”

You glared down at him, it was sweet he was trying to make sure that your body was safe from what could happen to you while having sex but you didn’t care. “If you do not fuck me right now, you will never get the chance to do it again.”

Something flashed in his eyes at the threat, it was like he was a predator hunting you as his prey; it had served as a long enough distraction. His gloved hand came down on your ass roughly, sending shivers up your body. Without having much time to react another smack came to your already reddining cheek. “Don’t make such threats to me, little one.”

“No surprise that the old man is into spanking.” You teased drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you knew it would cause more punishment but when it came from him it only served to arouse you even more. He had to feel the wet patch growing in your panties right above the cock you had wanted for so long.

The smirk that pulled his lips up made you know you were in for a whole new world of pleasure. “You have no idea what I am into my star.” With that your back hit your bed and your bra was easily discarded to the side; when the hell did he take your bra off?!

His hands made work of his shirt and while his eyes were distracted you slipped your panties to the side and used shaking fingers to spread your lips giving him a full view of your dripping greedy hole. “Come and fuck me, old man.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. His pants and boxers thrown haphazardly to join your clothing, his gloved middle finger brushed against your clit as he ripped your panties off. Ripped. The raw strength he showed made you shiver. “The glove stays on? How kinky of you.” You teased him as if it didn’t turn you on.

He hummed in agreement as his thumb replaced his middle finger, rubbing quick and tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, it was not enough you had to feel more of him.

As if Welt could read your mind he slowly inserted a finger into your pussy, just the one made your eyes roll back as you moaned to the stars outside of your window, your eyes quickly shut in pleasure as you felt the stretch as another finger fell into place next to his other one. How could he make you feel this way with just two fingers?

His thumb moved away from your clit causing a whine to escape your lips but it was soon replaced with another moan as his tongue replaced it working in tandem with his fingers thrusting inside you without a care in the world.

Suddenly your eyes were filled with stars as your orgasam crashed over you faster than any other orgasam had hit you. The way he pulled it out of you made you dizzy. How could he have done that? How could he have made it happen so fast? What the fuck was he?

Trying to gain control of your body as you stared at him as he climbed over you, the look in his eyes told you that you weren’t going on an expedition anytime soon. “Don’t regret the decisions you've made to get to this spot.” His words came out as a growl, commanding your legs to spread for him; the brat inside you dying quickly at the sight of his long cock came into view. The first word that came to mind was long, oh Aeons it was long. But it was thick as well, not too girthy that you were scared it would not fit but it was going to stretch you out and you knew you would feel it for days.

With a baited breath you watched as he took the base of his cock and lined the tip with your begging hole. His eyes met yours as if silently asking for one last time for permission. Giving him a nod you gripped onto his forearm bracing yourself.

His hips slowly inched towards yours as he started to sink himself inside you. The stretch was nice and slow, giving you plenty of time to adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was pleasurable enough but the fact that he was only halfway in and you felt like he was in your throat already made your head spin. “A-aeons Welt, how do you walk around with that thing?”

Trying to make light of the pressure growing in your core you wanted a distraction so you wouldn’t come all over his wonderful dick before he even started to move!

He laughed, Welt actually laughed as his hand came and cupped your face. “If you need a minute to adjust just say so. We take this at your pace.” God he was so sweet, but that was not the issue here.

“You’re only halfway inside and it feels like you're in my throat.” You protested as your back arched off your bed, your body screaming for more while your mind begged to have him pull out just a little.

The look in his eyes showed that you just signed your soul away to him. Instantly he pulled out fully from you and just as you took a breath he thrusted back inside you burying himself completely inside your waiting pussy. You tried to scream but you couldn’t get any noise out as you stared into those eyes that soaked in your pleasure. “What’s wrong, my star? Too much?”

Taking in a deep breath you didn’t know you were hiding you went to snap back at him but he set a brutal pace of hard and slow thrusts as he held your hips down. It was too much but not enough at the same time. “F-Fuck Welt!”

“That’s right, scream my name.” A smirk pulled at his lips making your walls shudder around his length, the dominating force that he exuded made your brain turn to mush. He is so kind and gentle but this was not the Welt you knew, and you loved it. Reaching down you tried to rub at your clit but your hand was smacked away. “No touching, only I can touch this pretty pussy.”

With those simple words you lost all inhibitions to rebel or snap at him, all you could focus on was him and the cock that brought you so much pleasure. Wanton moans filled the room along with the lewd sounds of your passionate love making, despite him being rough with you you could feel the passion and caring he put into every roll of his hips.

Tears pricked your eyes as the tip of his cock brushed against the most sensitive spot inside you, all you needed was him to touch your clit and you would come undone around him. You wanted the release for your own pleasure but you also wanted it for him, for him to learn how to play your body and make you his in full.

“Squeezing me so tight.” His chuckle made your walls clench even tighter around him but he pulled out of you fully leaving you so empty.

“B-but I was so close!” Your whine was so hoarse as you reached down for him, he said you couldn't touch yourself he never said you couldn’t touch him. The tips of your fingers brushed against the flushed head of his wet cock, your essence made it so shiny and slippery, you had to get it back inside you right now.

“What are you doing, my star?” He only watched as you managed to wrap your hand around his length and guided it back to your entrance. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you willingly, you had to coax him into giving you what you wanted.

Heat rushed through your body as you nudged the tip against your clit, the little bundle of nerves tingling just feeling some type of friction. “I want to cum on your cock. Please let me.”

It was like something snapped at just the notion that you wanted him to give you your release, your hands were moved away from his body as your world twisted. Looking at the full length mirror as welt kneeled behind you, his strong hands gripped your hips tugging them into the air presenting your ass to him.

Your whole body shook as one of his hands came down smacking your sensitive pussy, you expected pain but the moan that rushed through your throat gave into the pleasure at the feeling. All you could do was watch through the mirror with hooded eyes as he readjusted behind you, the intense feeling of his cock ramming into you fully made your eyes roll back.

Gripping onto the bedding tightly you moaned as he used your body for his pleasure, his glasses at the tip of his nose while his eyes never left the area where the two of you were connected. “My slutty girl, so wet at the thought of being able to orgasam.”

He wasn’t wrong, you wanted it so bad, you wanted Welt to take you there. “Please please please!” You weakly begged as you tried to match his pace, moving your hips back to meet his hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Say my name and I’ll let you cum.” The growl alone was enough to have the coil in your core tighten unbearably painful.

“Welt, please let me cum!” You moaned, each syllable being jumbled matching the rough thrusts he gave you, the angle made all the blood rush to your head as his hand gripped your hip and the gloved one reached down past his cock rubbing circles against your clit.

White blinded you as the coil snapped and your orgasam brought you to your mental knees, with your ears ringing you vaguely heard Welt grunt and groan behind you as his thrusts got sloppy and warmth filled you as he let himself reach his orgasam.

As soon as he pulled out of your abused pussy your body crumpled, bare, sweaty and with his cum starting to leak out his fingers reached down scooping up what was trying to escape and thrusted his fingers back into you keeping everything inside.

“We aren’t finished yet my star.” His seductive voice was gruff in your ear; you couldn’t help but let out a moan with the feeling of his messy gloved fingers deep inside you. “How long will it take for your body to give up on me?”

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 6 months

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can I request a child!Kaguya!reader from the tale of the bamboo cutter except she isn’t just a princess of the moon she is the personification of the moon itself?

-You were known by many names, Y/N, Kaguya, and Moon Princess to name a few, but the one thing that everyone got wrong about you was that you weren’t the moon princess, you were the personification of the moon itself.

-Beautifully milky pale skin that looked like the surface of the moon and long H/C hair is what most noticed first about you- your unearthly, even for Valhalla, looks.

-You were beautiful, men and women alike could only stare at your beauty, stunned into silence from it, unable to tear their eyes away from you if you were to walk by.

-It was your personality that really made you shine, you were elegant and graceful, but so smart- able to hold a conversation about almost anything, kind to all you met and never raising your voice or getting upset, even if it was well deserved.

-Those who knew you, the real you, the bright ball of sunshine that you were, adored you, doting on you, to them- you were a precious treasure that needed to be protected, and they were willing to do whatever it took to keep you safe.

-You were very powerful in your own right, you just didn’t show that strength often, mainly because those around you would handle any threats before they could get to you.

-You didn’t mind, but you were beginning to feel a little useless, like they were underestimating you- you were the Moon for Valhalla’s sake!

-However, you couldn’t bring yourself to berate them, or tell them to back off, they were just doing it to keep your safe, and seeing you safe is what made them happy. You didn’t want to take that happiness away.

-On a rare day where you didn’t have anyone around you, having a rare alone day, you enjoyed it, visiting the large gardens in the Hindu pantheon, your long kimono draped over you elegantly, making you look so ethereal.

-You enjoyed seeing the flowers of other pantheons, seeing the colors and variety of flowers available to you. You then heard a familiar voice, “Miss Y/N!” you turned, a smile on your lips as your good friend, Ganesha, ran up to you, beaming, “I’m so happy to see you!”

-You smiled down at him, “And I’m happy to see you my friend.” He offered you a hand and you took it as he showed you around the gardens, showing you hidden fountains, which was rather fun.

-A gruff voice then called out, “Hey you!” you both turned, seeing a very rough and crude looking god stomping over to you, one who had not taken your rejections kindly and in turn, got beat up by your protectors.

-You stepped in front of Ganesha, protecting him as this god shouted down at you, “You’ve got a lot of nerve rejecting me and sending those bastards after me! Don’t you know who I am?”

-Your voice was like ice, but your tone was even, glaring slightly up at him, “I do know who you are, Kand, God of Earth. And had you not threatened me, you wouldn’t have been injured. I rejected you- it’s up to you to take it with grace.”

-Kand’s eyelid twitched before he swung out, going to hit you to teach you a lesson. A voice shouted out, “HEY!!” and Ganesha breathed in relief, seeing Shiva there, but your attention didn’t go to the god now running towards the two of you, followed by the other strongest of the Hindu gods.

-You stunned everyone by stepping forward and delivering a vicious bitch slap, sending Kand back head over heels, leaving a pulsating red handprint on his face.

-The Hindu gods all froze, seeing you easily handling business, seeing the strength you held in your small (at least to them) body before you turned to Ganesha, asking if he was okay.

-You weren’t expecting to see his bright sparkly eyes, “That was so cool Miss Y/N! You defeated him so easily!!” you smiled softly as Shiva made it to the two of you, “Ganesha- Y/N- are you both alright?!”

-You both confirmed that you were fine, causing the destruction god to calm before he grinned over at you, “Have to say- that slap was impressive! I had no idea you were so strong!”

-You thanked him with a soft smile, your eyes closing for a moment before Kand sat up, “You bitch! Just accept me and I won’t have to get rough with…you… uh-oh.”

-Shiva and Rudra turned, hearing him yelling at you, threatening you, and the two friends cracked their knuckles, all four sets of them on each as Brahma and Vishnu guided you and Ganesha away, offering to show you another section of the gardens.

-You were pleased that you got to let out a little bit of steam and doing it in front of others as well, because it showed them that you weren’t to be underestimated.

-You felt lighter now, a bit happier, because you proved to yourself that you still had it.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror shiva #ror ganesha

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schoenht · 1 year

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hi!! is it okay if i request headcanons for lilia, rollo and riddle dating someone who's a very quiet person and they don't show their emotions that often, however, they're still very affectionate, they just show it in a different way? for example, they really like to make gifts for their boyfriend and they also like to hug them when they least expect it! they still wish they were able to talk about their feelings for their bf more easily, but they hope that he doesn't think they're too cold or anything like that! thank you if you write this!!

p.s. totally not one of your homies

↳ quiet but affectionate s/o

characters: lilia vanrouge, rollo flamme, riddle rosehearts

genre: fluff.

a/n: HELLO TOTALLY NOT ONE OF MY HOMIES !! this was great I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG PLS

LILIA absolutely adores you, even if you are not as talkative and contrast to his way of showing his love for you. He knows that you show your love in your own way and he always looks forward to receiving these actions. If you give him a gift, expect to find him taking great care of it. He has a collection of your gifts and at night, when he cannot sleep or does not want to, he stares at your gifts with the softest smile on his face, thoughts of you running through his mind. It is not easy to catch him by surprise when it comes to hugging him, but when you do, he chuckles and immediately hugs you right back. He thinks that you being able to sneak up on him is adorable and even more so when you are grinning at him as you tighten your grip around him. He does not let you go for a while after this though, be prepared.

"Ah, you have surprised me, my love! But of course, I am glad to see you here. I always am glad to see you."

ROLLO likes how you will show your love in all sorts of other ways because he is the exact same. He does not say it out loud, preferring to do little actions for you. If it involves any assignments or anything work-related, he is going to help you. But when it comes to you showing your love for him in tiny gifts, he can't help but feel flustered about it. He takes good care of your gifts, placing them on his desk when he can. No one is allowed to touch them, he glares at anyone that tries. But sometimes, if you lurk around his office, you can find him softly smiling at the gift he has placed on his desk. He does not push you to speak about your feelings, your form of showing affection is enough to tell him. Catch him off guard with a hug is quite easy; he always gets flushed afterwards, though. He tries to cover his face with his handkerchief but it always ends up falling and he becomes redder by the second. He hugs you back and does not let you go, if only to save himself from your light teasing at his red face.

"Perhaps next time...you could give me a warning? No? I will someday catch you off guard in return. But in the meantime, please have this. It reminded me of you and I thought you would like it."

RIDDLE does not see this as any sort of problem since he enjoys your presence over anything else. He will spend so much time with you that he does not mind the silence, it is comforting. He does not expect to get gifts from you or have you help him. When you help him even without him asking, he is always surprised because he did not have to say anything yet you were more than willing to help. Your gifts all make him turn red but his eyes are so bright and fascinated by what you have given him. He says he will treasure it forever and he does. He keeps it safe in his room and puts it where he can see it first thing in the mornings. Hugs that catch him off guard are secretly his favorite because they usually come when he's stressed internally and you're there to help him out. You are just his favorite person to be around and he would prefer being with you than anyone else.

"Would you care to accompany me to the shop? I wish to buy something of importance. ...It does not involve our tea party tomorrow, I just want to know what kind of tea you like, that's all! But will you come with me?"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #rollo flamme x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #lilia x reader #rollo x reader #riddle x reader #lilia x yuu #lilia vanrouge x yuu #rollo x yuu #rollo flamme x yuu #riddle x yuu #riddle rosehearts x yuu

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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hey!! i saw that your reqs are open so i'd like to request hc of eula, hu tao, beidou and baal comforting their s/o who thinks that they're annoying and a burden because of their past relationships who made them believe that. e.g the s/o is afraid to talk about their interests because they feel like they're boring and annoying them. thank you so much in advance if you decide to write my request!! i hope the holidays are going well for you!

i like this one! remember everyone, don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re a less of a person. you’re more than they will ever be and you deserve more respect. someone who truly who loves and appreciate you will prove it! doesn’t even have to be a special someone, it can be family and friends. i’m also here for you whenever you feel like you’re at your lowest. (sorry for any errors and whatever im sleepy!)

— eula understands how you feel. coming from a widely—hated clan without any outside support, use to do a number on her. you feel as though nobody isn’t interested in how you feel or your interests. they look at you from outside lens and judge you without personally getting to know the real you—she understands. but don’t worry, she’s here to listen and unfold everything you’ve been wanting to say. she’s not good at comforting others but since it’s you, eula will do her best.

— you think you’re a burden? nonsense, don’t ever think like that; you make her darkest days bright. your smile, your laughter, it’s always engraved in her mind each time she fights and dances under the moonlight. you are one of her main sources of motivation, remember that. she’ll protect you with her life if she has to.

“ (name), that’s rather interesting, i could see you doing that, “ she says with a warm smile as you shyly tell her one of your interests. “ why didn’t you tell me sooner? “ you play with your hands nervously, gazing into her curious eyes, “ well, i’m use to others disregarding my interests. so. .i don’t really bother anymore.”eula’s face cutely scrunches up to a look of disdain and reaches out to hold your hand, her gloved fingers gingerly skimming across your palm. “ how unreal. my love, perhaps you should tell me who these others are? shall i enact vengeance on them? “

— like with eula, she understands how you feel in the realest level. she’s like the clown of the town, constantly getting talked about, judged, all of that stuff. yes, there’s times where she felt alone but she remembers her grandfather, zhongli, the traveller, and the friends she met as she breathes each day. there’s also you, how could she forget you? her special someone she dreams of so often.

— so when you tell her that you felt like a burden to others and to her, her usual cheery mood is gone from her face and hu tao’s serious. she listens, uncharacteristically quiet as she soaks in your words about your history with individuals who showed a lack of interest in you as a person. despite what was told about hu tao, she is a great listener.

“ my butterfly, all of what they said isn’t true, not at all.” her palm touches your cheek tenderly, she frowns. “ your voice is gentle to the ears; it managed to reach down and warm the cold, darkest feelings i’ve buried deep within my heart.” hu tao leans in to kiss between your eyebrows and pulls back with her signature smile. “ aiyah, you’re my muse after all. “

— as someone who’s been fighting for her life ever since she was a child, she understands how cruel teyvat and the people can be. she had to fight for respect and people to look in her direction. but now, she is a powerful captain with an excellent crew. she also has an amazing partner, a invaluable treasure that she would never give away and will protect with her life.

— when you spoke about your hesitance at revealing your interest to others, afraid of being seen as boring and uninteresting, beidou was shocked however she quickly recovered and continue to listen to you until you were done. she tells you how much she loves you with that toothy smile of hers and empathizes with how you feel.

she takes you into her strong arms, rubbing your back in a smoothing manner. “ sweetheart, you’re a strong person for openin’ up to me. don’t let anybody tell you otherwise, you’ve impacted my life in a positive way, i look forward to seein’ and hearin’ you talk everyday about anything and everything. don’t give those fool’s words anymore weight in your head than they already have, let it all be dead weight that you gotta start sinkin. “

— ei would genuinely be confused. it’s more like why could anyone mistreat you when you’re such a wonderful being? no matter how much she pondered at the thought of it even happening, she thinks the possibility is close to 0 and if it does happen, she will wipe the poor soul from existence.

— she is rather ignorant to social cues and not very quick in noticing human behavior unless it’s fear and anger. you have no reason to fear her and there’s nothing she has done to anger you. but when you show clear reluctance in telling her about your past and feelings when asked, she was worried but patient. when you finally unravel everything, ei felt terrible. how could she had not notice the signs? after this, ei’s more obliged to be more attentive towards your needs.

“ i. . see. “ ei grabs your wrist and gently guides you closer to her. her other hand places itself on the back of your neck and she rests your head against her chest in a comforting manner. “ i’m ashamed that i did not ask you this sooner and not being aware of your struggles. i will do whatever i can to make you feel how you make me feel, dear beloved. that’s one promise i will keep until i fall victim to erosion. “

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #baal x reader #hu tao x reader #beidou x reader #eula x reader

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second-star-to-motunui · 1 year

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Hello! I saw ur how animals love or something like that with Twisted Wonderland and I was wondering if u could do same with malleus, azul, floyd and Jade (maybe for their part + including Azul, u could make them in their "animal" form, I said "animal" bc they have half of the top of their body human only bottom is animal what I saw in the image) it's okay if u don't wanna! Sorry bad english

How Do Animals Love? Pt 2

Feat. Octavinelle; Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech and Malleus Draconia

How do they show love with their animal sides?

They/Them pronouns for reader. Reader is referred to as Yuu.

A/N: I intended to add the fish mafia to the first part but couldn’t decipher a damn thing about how morays or octopus show affection to mates or if they even do that so buckle up and get ready for my bullshit marine biology report lol ✨

Octopuses show affection with cuddling! They are very curious creatures and tend to learn about new things with lots of touching!

Azul more than likely won’t allow Yuu to see his animal form unless they are very close and they swear not to tell anyone how chubby he is in said form. Until then, he’s always got his hands on them, cradling their face and rubbing their cheeks or just wrapping an arm around them. Yuu is basically his personal body pillow.

His tentacles have a mind of their own. Azul can’t stop himself from wrapping them around Yuu just to hold them close. Yuu leaves cuddle sessions looking like they’re covered in hickies from head to toe. Those suction cups are no joke. Jade and Floyd tease them and Azul relentlessly for this.

“Hm? Oh hello, angelfish! No, don’t go, I was just doing some work. Sit here and let me hold you. We can do whatever you like once I’m done… My dear, why are you wearing that? Nobody needs to see the marks from my tentacles on your body! The twins are still bullying me after last time! … *sigh* You are lucky you’re adorable.”

Morays are weird little freaks of nature. Their “affection” is basically not biting the hell out of you so long as you give them food and pets.

In Jade’s case, he prefers pets! He’s a little touched starved so when he’s in need of love, Yuu can expect him to suddenly wrap them in a warm hug from behind or nuzzle into their neck to leave kisses or bites if he’s in a certain mood.

Sometimes Jade will show up to Ramshackle just for some love. There’s nothing he loves more than laying in Yuu’s lap with his arms around them while they stroke his hair. He also really likes massages. Giving them or receiving? Both, he’s happy either way.

“Yuu, my darling, are you busy right now? I had a rather long day at the Monstro Lounge and I could use a recharge… Oh, you give such healing hugs. How would you like to go for a swim with me today?”

Ever heard of the diver who fed a moray for 5-6 years so every time she went diving the moray would show up for pets? That is Yuu and Floyd.

Floyd likes to joke about how delicious Yuu look and playfully trying to bite their cheek. Yuu, taking the shenanigans a bit too literally, now gives Floyd snacks so he’ll stop staring at them with hungry eyes.

He’s not actually gonna eat them of course! But hey, he’s not gonna say no to free snacks. Plus the fact this little human’s first reaction to seeing Floyd is holding up a cookie or something is indescribably cute and hilarious to him.

“Oh woe is me, I feel dizzy! I could certainly go for some delicious shrimp right now… Lil Shrimpy! Don’t give me that look! You know I’m just teasing ya, c’mere. *smooch* I actually am hungry though. Let’s get Jade to cook us something tasty!”

Dragons hoard shiny things and other stuff they consider treasure. That includes Yuu.

Nobody actually knows if Malleus has his own dragon treasure hoard. There’s rumors that his hoard lies somewhere in an abandoned castle in his hometown or in a secret place on Sage’s Island. Surprise! It’s in Ramshackle Dorm. Malleus sees Yuu as his most precious treasure so naturally he ended up leaving shiny objects around the dorm. It started with little things like gold coins or little jewels until it became a full blown hoard.

Yuu just moves all of Malleus’s treasure items into an empty bedroom where nobody grim can mess with it. Now that room is kind of like their nest. Malleus loves to lay in there with Yuu in his arms, hidden away from the world. A room full of beautiful jewels and gold and other treasures but his eyes remain on Yuu.

“Do you like that diamond I found, child of man? You may keep it if you like… Lay here with me for a moment, darling. Does this not feel like a fairytale? A dragon guards a castle and inside lies mountains of treasure and a beautiful prince/princess… Only I won’t let any knights steal you away from me.”

#ren writes #twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst x gn reader #twst x yuu #octavinelle #diasomnia #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #malleus draconia

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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-shuffles back in with more thirsts because I'm apparently insatiable for 2D demon men-

Everyone thinks Barbatos is a service top. I disagree, that man is a pleasure dom. He spends all day chasing after Diavolo and the brothers, when he's alone with you he just loses himself in you, if you're lucky he'll listen to your begging but he's not stopping until he's given you orgasms in the double digits. Your blissed out face, shaking legs and incoherent moans are the reward he thrives for.

Leviathan loves to be tied up and ridden like he's your last lifeline. However, sometimes, he can get too riled up and he'll literally snap the ropes and his "Commander of the Navy" side comes out. Then you're face down as he pounds into you, giving you orders and just using you. (But his aftercare is legendary, you go to sleep that night after a long bath with Leviathan wrapped around you, his tail coiled around your leg)

Beelzebub loves to whisper praises into your ear as he roughly fucks you in a mating press. He'll pepper your face with kisses as he bottoms out inside you with every thrust. He also loves eating you out but is very messy with it and he loves it when you are too. No matter what genitals you have, they're messy when he's done. He's also a service top, ask him for anything and it's yours. Though he does sometimes get a bit lost in the pleasure when his own release is getting close.

Belphegor gets possessive during sex. It's the most animated anyone ever sees him, it's like his energy has been saved up for this. He likes to tie you up, use toys, use spreader bars, drip wax, spank and bite. Anything that gets you begging for him while he growls in your ear how he owns you and how he's claim you. You're his and all the bite marks prove it.

Simeon is a master of dirty talk, underneath that angel facade is a dirty talking, kink loving switch who loves to experiment. He cherishes you as his slow but firm thrusts fill you up, he's cupping your cheek and asking what he can do to make you feel good. If he's not asking what you want, he's telling you how good you feel or how much he adores and treasures you. If you want to try something in the bedroom, he'll research how to do it safely but will always try things out with you.

Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo and Lucifer all fantasise about breeding you (whether for a child or just pumping you FULL). Something in them snaps as soon as you plead for them to cum inside you.

Mammon, Levi, Asmodeus, Solomon and Barbatos all have an element of "switch" to them. Levi is the easiest to switch, Barbatos is the hardest, but as soon as he does "sub" for you, his moans are addictive and he's not above begging if you edge him too much. Just don't push his buttons too far, his switch might flick again and he won't show mercy.

I’m losing my miiiiiiind these are so *clenches fist* YES!

Barbatos gets so drunk off your love, the way you feel ignites a flame in him that can only be doused by fucking you until you’re a quivering mess. He takes such good care of you afterwards though so it’s okay if he goes a little feral.

YES YOU GET IT!!! Leviathan being a whimpering mess while you use him like your personal dildo, his hands and legs tied down to the bed so he writhes underneath you but you push him over the line and he breaks the ropes and has you pinned down before you can blink. Railing you like one of his many fleshlights and leaving bite marks all over, apologizing in between moans but you just feels so fucking good. I am a puddle sir please

Oh my goooood listen I could write a twelve page essay on Beel and his oral fixation. He’s always down to go down, in fact after a while he develops this bad habit of just…pulling your bottoms off around the house and going to fucking town. He’ll apologize but he’s not that sorry, you taste too good and he’s bored and hungry. Beel has a skilled tongue that can reach places you never imagined possible but DEAR GOD THE MAN CAN SUCK A COCK, he licks/sucks gently at first like he’s savoring a sucker or something but he gets so worked up that eventually he’s drooling all over your thighs and sucking like his life depends on it, humping against your leg/the bed/the floor/ honestly whatever he can to get some relief.

SAME BRAIN BABE SODKSJS Belphie is a lazy little shit and will shamelessly try to feel you up literally anywhere just because he likes how flustered you get. He gets you worked up just so he can pin you down and fuck you like a wild animal, he’ll drain you of all your energy and still be horny which leads into his somno kink, he absolutely loves fucking you while you fall asleep on his cock. There’s not enough concealer in the world to help hide the amount of bruises and hickeys on your body so you end up wearing them like a prize to RAD.

Oh lord Simeon being a dirty little freak someone help!! I feel like he’s shy at first, not wanting you to think he’s a freak but he soon forgets that and just gets lost in your body, worshipping you in his own way.

BREEDING KINK MY BELOVED SLCKSNSNSNND oh god yes, they don’t even care about kids at this point they just like they way you look when they fill you up and love watching it drip back out!!

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me barbatos smut #obey me leviathan smut #obey me simeon smut #obey me belphegor smut

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abyssruler · 2 years

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DOTTORE REQUEST TIME!!!!!!

i may be projecting a bit here but what abt….. a reader who is ill but has an intense phobia of anything medical related, sort of like a hurt/comfort situation? i am physically licking your blog rn. 🕺

an apple a day

dottore x gn!reader

a sick person with intense fear of anything medical related and a doctor with a bit too much homicidal tendencies are locked in a room together. it goes about as well as you would expect — which is to say, not at all. exceptions can be made, however, such as when the sick person is the homicidal doctor’s significant other.

fluff(?), soft dottore, mentioned death and unethical methods (among other stuff) but this is a dottore fic it’s practically a staple

anon, i’m sorry, i know you said hurt/comfort but i am physically unable to write dottore in any genre other than crack, comedy, dark, or spicy stuff. i did try my best tho!

He doesn’t like it when you rebel against him, even less when you get sick. It’s hard to decipher the expression he has on at the moment, but you’ll settle for exasperated.

“I don’t want it!” you yell, cowering in the corner of your bed and raising the blanket up to your mouth.

Dottore stands beside your bed with a pill and a glass of water in both hands. He’s been at it for hours, trying to convince you to drink the medicine he personally made to suit your tastes after you said you didn’t like how bitter medicine always tasted.

“It’s either this or an injection. My patience is running thin, pet.” His voice held the promise of being true to his words. No matter how much it should make you see sense, all you could think about was how that pill would get stuck in your throat and then you’d be subjected to the awful and bitter aftertaste of it, even though he already said it shouldn’t taste that bad.

A shiver runs through you, feeling cold even with two layers of blankets settled on top of you. Your head feels like it’s about to explode, your nose stuffed and throat dry. You know you should just suck it up and drink the pill, but even the thought of doing so makes anxiety creep to your chest. It’s irrational and stupid, Dottore said as much, and he’s right, but as much as you want to be able to just get on with it so you can finally get some much needed sleep, you just can’t. You physically can’t. It feels like your insides are going to twist itself every time you imagine going through with it.

“Or would you prefer one of my segments do this in my place?” He asks, threatens, more like. He knows how rough his younger selves are compared to him, knows that you realize exactly what having them here in his stead would mean. The younger ones would give you a warning just to be nice, a sentiment they don’t offer anyone else, before pinning you down the bed and plunging a needle through your skin to get it over with. Perhaps the older ones would be more gentle with you considering how you feel about it all, but they’re still far less patient than Dottore himself.

You groan in displeasure, feeling stubborn tears well in your eyes at how unfair he’s being. Throwing your blanket over your head, you close your eyes and try and blink the tears away, sniffling as your nose became more runny than it did before. Hiding yourself under the blankets isn’t going to solve anything — it certainly won’t instantly heal your sickness — but it does show how displeased you are with him.

Dottore hums at your behavior. You’re lucky he treasures you as much as he does, else you would have ended up as extra parts in a machine. Anyone else who dared to treat him like this would have met a slow, painful death, and that’s only if he decides they should be granted the luxury of it.

The side of your bed dips with the weight of another person. “What will I have to do to get you to drink your medicine, hm?”

You peek your head from beneath the covers, finding him staring at you, the impatience gone from his eyes. You purse your lips, “I don’t want the pill.”

“And what it is that you want?”

You startle at the question. Thinking for a moment, you recall a memory from your childhood, back in the days when all they had you drink for medicine was—

“Syrup,” you say, blinking up at him almost hopefully. “Something easy to swallow and doesn’t taste bad.”

He reaches a hand to idly twirl a strand of your hair in his finger. “Any other requests?”

“Um, raspberry flavored maybe?”

“Shall I add any sedatives?”

You glare, narrowing your eyes at him in warning. “The last time you did that, I was delirious for a week.”

He grins, showcasing rows of sharp teeth and sounding utterly unapologetic as he says, “Apologies.”

“I mean it. Don’t add anything suspicious to it, okay?” You grab his hand, squeezing it threateningly despite the state you’re in. He gazes down at you with amusement.

“Of course, whatever my pet wants.”

“And stop calling me your pet, people will think it’s some weird kink.”

Dottore’s lips twist, an almost teasing lilt to it — or as teasing as he can be. “Isn’t it, though?”

“I’m gonna blow my nose on you.”

He laughs.

#this is based on my experience as a kid when the nurses had to hold me down to the bed and pinch my nose to get me to drink my medicine #a very nice traumatizing memory i look back on with fondness #is dottore ooc here? probably. but you know what they say. love changes a person #<- me trying to justify writing a character ooc #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #gn reader

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iamyoursonly · 3 months

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To be loved (17/01/2024)

omg it’s been so long since i’ve last written, i feel rusty. pls donate ideas if you have some to spare and enjoy!!

How I wish I could be loved. How I wish to be able to go home to a person who’d love and treasure me, as I just into their arms with no care in the world. And they’d spin me around and give me a kiss. How wonderful is that. And how I wish to be able to experience that heavenly feeling of bliss.

Dancing around the ballroom, I see your silhouette on the balcony, I walked over, and as I made way to you, I had to resist the urge to fangirl over such a piece of art. How could a man be so gorgeous? How could he be simply perfect?

I made my way over to you, and as if the moon was shining right onto us, I turned over to you and saw you holding a cup of champagne, taking big, big sips from the cup.

“Hello, dear sir, how are you enjoying tonight?”

“I am well, thank you.”

“Would you care to have a dance with me? Because I would like a dance with you.”

The gentleman turned to make eye contact with me. You looked creeped out. I understand, I’m a stranger to you after all, but why do you look at me with such disgust? I can’t understand, so I kept on asking you if you would like to dance with me, but there was simply no response.

Then your gaze. It was so beautiful, I could dream about it all day. Those blue eyes that I could stare into and feel like I’m standing next to the ocean, as strong wind blows into my face. Oh, now I wish to have one more dance with you. But for now, just one. I won’t be greedy.

When you gave me your answer, it was a simple no. How I wished it was a joke, and that you’d ask me to dance again. and you go like “My lady would you care to dance with me?” but you didn’t.

As I left the ball with regret, I couldn’t help but keep thinking of those captivating eyes, your eyes. And I wished that I could see you again.

Why can’t I be the one in your arms? I wish to be the one you hold, treasure and live for. Every moment I’d imagine your kisses trailing down my neck, and you’re desperate. As if I was your one and only divine goddess like how I should be.

My imagination gradually slowing down as all my dreams and desires shattered, making my heart break into pieces like the broken mirror in front of me. Light rays reflecting everywhere as I knelt down and cried out tears of pain, for hours and hours until I can’t anymore. My eyes were swollen and limbs were numb, I just sat emotionless for days and hoped that it was all a daydream.

The fact that you were engaged to my sister instead of me broke my heart. my parents explained that this was not intentional, but my sister looked like she did this on purpose, like how she was trying to humiliate me every time I achieve something. And I hope to have achieved you first, but I didn’t. Instead, she has you too now.

It’s not like I know your name or you know mine, but it’s the fact that I just wanted something that belonged to me. And only me. Someone who would treasure me and love me forever, someone who wouldn’t abandon me or give me up when the situation is hard, someone who will comfort me when times are hard, someone who wouldn’t compare me to my sister at all… Someone like you.

Oh… The feeling to be loved. I don’t think I can feel this at all, I don’t have you nor anyone to share all these complicated feelings with. Dear God, if you hear me. I only wish to have a person who would be by my side and love me. That is all I ask for. Will you grant me this simple wish and bring you to me?

I prayed and prayed every day, hoping that one day you’d show up at my room door and say that you wanted to marry me instead. But every day I waited and waited. You were nowhere to be seen.

So I picked up reading, I read a series and another, and another in the family library, simply hoping to bump into you in there, so we could talk, talk about how you married my sister instead of me, or not. And I actually did bump into you. You smiled and waved towards me, you asked me what I was reading, and that was the first time you willing talked to me. I was overjoyed.

Then the next day, I saw you waiting for me in the library. I don’t know if I should feel at ease about your situation with my sister as you guys were just engaged but not married. But all I could do is smile and let it all go, while hoping for the best.

We talked about books from historical to romance to fantasy, basically every genre. And I loved every moment with you. I feel like you will be happy with me too. The way you looked at me was still different from how you look at my sister. How your eyes were filled with love when you look at her.

So all I could do is sit at the library, then talk to you and look as you go back to my sister. Hoping that you guys won’t last.

Thankfully, you didn’t. And I found out your name was Satoru Gojo. When you got your heartbroken, I was the one that you came running into, in tears. I know what you’re feeling, it was the same when I heard the news about you and my sister.

Oh, how I wish to be loved. How I wish to be loved by you. When you told me that you loved me instead of my sister, and all that loving towards my sister was an act, I could just cover my mouth and feel my stomach explode with butterflies.

“Really?” I muttered out, in shock. and I saw the corners of your mouth lift slowly into a smile, and then you nodded.

I threw my arms over you, and you let me.

The feeling of love and the feeling of home. I couldn’t thank the heavens enough for you and for your love.

Now every day, I can just lie in bed with you, as you read my favourite stories to me. It was my dream come true, and I wish it can last forever. My feeling of love. And the feeling to be loved.

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