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trashytoastboi · 2 days

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Day of Gluttony - Beelzebub

~NSFW Alphabet~

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Warning: NSFW content ahead (whole bunch of this and that)

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

🍔 Beel is very attentive to you after- he always makes sure you are fine afterwards. No pain, no bruises, maybe something for the copious amount of hickies and love bites he left and no discomfort. Beel is very good at making sure you drink water and have a snack afterwards, he’ll insist. Especially since being with him can turn into a lengthy endeavor and he can’t have you passing out :( Beel is well aware that it’s intense everytime you are together, unintentionally having a lot of stamina and it’s just a known fact that you will be overstimulated till you’re seeing stars. As much as Beel cares for you, he also needs affirmation- appreciating the little bit after when you’re just laying together and talking. It helps him to calm himself down from the high and relax.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

🍔 On himself - mouth. He’s got a complete oral fixation and there’s no denying that, you also really enjoy his mouth and everything it can do ;) It’s probably an understatement if you think it’s not a very big part of your intimate moments together. He loves it- kissing, teasing your tongue with his, and just tasting how sweet you are in various ways. While he adores everything about you- Beel also has his favourites, no surprise but he also likes your mouth and your thighs! I mean thighs are just his favourite and notably the most nommable part of you, it’s rare to not have your thighs all marked up and littered with his bites. They also feel so nice when he grabs them tight to make you spread your legs for him, or when he uses them to anchor you in place while he’s between your legs driving you to your umpteenth orgasm. While he does prefer to be the one between your legs, he does love seeing you stuffing your mouth to the brim on his fat cock and barely being able to take him. He feels so guilty but it’s so hot and he loves seeing it. When you’re trying to take more and literally choke- oh he’ll stop you because he doesn’t want you to force yourself but you do anyway and it just riles him up so much.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

🍔 Little quirky trait of Beel - (You can’t talk about it because it embarrassed him way too much, it was so cute watching him get so flustered when you made the discovery) His cum takes on the taste of whatever he’s been eating a lot of lately. It’s crazy that you can tell what his literal flavour of the week has been based on the taste of his cum. It’s so silly that it makes you laugh but also thankfully you don’t deal with the bad taste problem. As for amount- there is a lot. His loads are borderline monstrous and he gets really shy about the fact he cums that much. Especially when he cums in your mouth and sees how difficult it is to swallow everything because there’s genuinely just too much to keep up with and your mouth can’t handle it. (Secretly loves cumming in your mouth)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)

🍔 Beel is a true bleeding heart and given everything that happens he holds all of his brothers dear to his heart. None quite as close as Belphie. Beel strives to share everything good he loves with his dear twin. His favorite food, a drink that tastes good, anything he wants to give generously. Maybe that’s why Beel had the occasional thought of wanting to share you with Belphie. He’s torn, half by an unfamiliar possessiveness that he deemed as selfish, but the overwhelming desire to share you with Belphie. The hopes of your love and comfort could be seen and given to his dearest twin as well. His motives didn’t extend from pure lust…At first. Until he started thinking about it…imagining seeing you enjoy yourself amidst the two of them, being pleasured by not only him but Belphie as well. It stirred something inside of him, he didn’t know how to tell you about his thoughts and fantasies or that he recently thought about it whenever you were together. Beel decided to consult Belphie and get his input.

E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

🍔 Beel had no experience whatsoever, and is one of the more innocent brothers in both practicality and theory. You had to teach him everything from scratch, not that you complained. You enjoyed how sensitive he is to every single unfamiliar touch, every newfound pleasure he experienced for the first time. How eagerly his body responded to everything, it was nothing short of adorable. Listening to him moan the first time you sucked him off, how he nearly choked on his moans while you gave him a handjob. Beel still swears that he wanted to pass out the first time he got to taste you, the first time you let him get between your thighs and use his mouth to show off a little while you instructed him on what to do and how to do it. Beel was just so eager to learn and being so naturally adept at using his body it didn’t take much at all until he got the hang of things, mostly you and your preferences. All it took was a little encouragement.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

🍔 Wall sit - Beel technically favours any position where his head is between your thighs but this one just sits a little higher than the others. In spite of the name, technically there’s no strain whatsoever on you. Although you enjoy this one too, and seeing Beel kneeling in front of you so eagerly while helping your legs onto his shoulders, another reason why Beel quite enjoys it like this- is mostly because you can’t move away from him when he’s overstimulating you :)

🍔 69 - Have we touched at all on his oral fixation? - No? Well- This man has 110% hardcore oral fixation and it turns him on more than anything. You’ve also learned that Beel can actually experience quite a lot of pleasure from his mouth alone. Not to brag or anything but after you made him cum just from making out it gave you a little ego boost.

🍔 Cowgirl - Surprisingly not his favorite by default but he really likes watching you take control, able to watch how you move to make yourself feel good or hit that one spot that sends shivers down your spine. He also likes it because it’s relaxing that you take what you can take and he’s not worried about accidentally hurting you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)

🍔 Beel is focused but he’s not necessarily serious. He isn’t cracking jokes but he’s keeping the mood on the light side, he eases your nerves and helps you to relax. He has that feeling to him, the only time when he’s dead serious…Is when he is using his mouth on you, he’s so ridiculously skillful that it should be illegal and don’t you dare move away because he will get a little grumpy. How could you deny that sweet boi his most favourite thing? Suddenly you’ll notice a shift in him with a slight growl coming from his throat and his eyes fixed on you, warning you not to move away. His hands tighten their grip on your waist to make sure you stay right there. I mean after all, Beel just wants you to sit back and enjoy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)

🍔 Well groomed and yes they match. You find his little orange patch quite cute- it’s very well kept and neatly trimmed with a happy trail leading all the way down to the golden prize. You’re thankful he keeps it maintained. He used to be all natural when you first started getting intimate, you didn’t mind all that much but he got into the habit of grooming more consistently and frequently to keep things short for your sake. He heard it can be uncomfortable for partners if it’s too unruly.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

🍔 He’s all about the romance and intimacy. Beel is so very loving and he just wants to be affectionate towards you, he needs the same validation. When he’s listening to your pretty whines and moan while he’s sinking every inch inside, he needs kisses, praise - he wants to know you’re feeling good. (Or else he will be sad :( ) He wants to feel you close, he wants to hold you and bury his face in your neck. Uttering soft words of love with every thrust. Wants to feel your nails biting into his back when you’re getting close, and how sweetly you moan his name all while he kisses your face telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you look in that moment. His hand rarely ever leaves yours, and he just loves being close and seeing you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

🍔 He considers it a hassle. Mostly because of his stamina, it takes a while for him to cum and it’s even harder if he’s the one to do it. He’ll lose interest most of the time. His touches are unpractised, and they’re nothing compared to yours. Unintentionally edges himself and gets oh so whiny because he’s desperate to cum. Most of his jack off sessions turn into phone calls, Beel begs you for instruction to help him finish. Listening to him beg, moan and get increasingly more submissive the more he touches himself according to your instructions gets you a little hot and bothered. Unless you’re very busy, you’ll be dropping everything and running to join him so you can help him out yourself.

K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)

🍔 Food play - Food and you, can there possibly be a better combination? Beel thinks not. It’s not only for him, he enjoys feeding you. Watching you enjoy something delicious before he’s fucking you, then during and watching how messy it can get is actually something he really enjoys. It started with small things before he got more extravagant, small things being like drizzling honey on one another and using your mouths to lick it off, until Beel started eating whole meals off of you while enjoying you at the same time.

🍔 Size kink - Beel didn’t know how or why he developed this or even what it was until you explained it to him. He just LOVES how much smaller you are than him. He can easily pick you up, sit you in his lap. His hand just completely engulfs yours, or how you feel like a teddy bear when he snuggles you. At first it caused a little worry, he was concerned over things like his size being too much to handle but surprisingly you proved it wasn’t. When you’re all splayed under him so prettily moaning that he’s so big when he sees the slight bulge forming in your stomach, it just stirs him up so much.

🍔 Oral Fixation - We’ve talked about this one…A LOT. But it deserves mention yet again because you can’t think of a single time that Beel and you were getting down and dirty when he didn’t use his mouth on you to some capacity. Sucking on your fingers, kissing and biting your skin, sucking and teasing- to some capacity his mouth was always involved.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

🍔 Bedroom - Bedroom. Beel takes a while to finish so he wants a space where he knows the two of you won't be disturbed, Belphie spent most of his time in the attic and rarely came down without warning the room. So the space was entirely just for you two to do all the silly sinful things you wanted to your little heart's content. Beel also knows his bed is comfy and he wants you to be comfy while together. It's just nice, at least to him. He makes sure to always keep it clean just for when you visit him.

🍔 Kitchen - One of the riskier choices, Beel will confess but sometimes you’re so hard to resist when you’re hunting for midnight snacks with him that you end up becoming the midnight snack yourself. There was a time that you got caught by Levi who was just so shocked by what he saw that he didn’t tell anyone else (Thankfully) but he holed up in his room for weeks only ordering takeout… Beel was respectful of the kitchen and made minimal mess, and whatever mess was made he cleaned. But Levi just couldn’t forget the sight of you bent over the kitchen counter while Beel was taking you from behind.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

🍔 Beel (much to his dismay) is a very easy man to get worked up. A few kisses, a little tongue and maybe throw in a kiss or two to his neck it’s enough to get him simmering and flustered. Go a little further, run your fingers through his hair, one kiss, two kiss, a little nibble and suddenly he’s ready to go. A different kind of appetite awakens inside of him and he’s hungry- no starving for you. Oddly specific but if you want an instant result, let him grab your thighs while you’re kissing, especially while kissing and just guide his hands over to your thigh. He’ll take it as a very evident sign, or if you suck on his fingers it really gets him going. Sometimes you feel ever so guilty about how you toy with him since you know it works and get him all pouty when you act as if you haven’t done anything wrong. Beel knows better- he knows that you very well know what you’re doing.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

🍔 Beel always worries that he may forget his strength and accidentally hurt you. Regrettably there’s been an incident where he got a little excited and grabbed you too hard and he felt so guilty seeing the bruises. It was a scary experience for him :( He wouldn’t do anything he regards as extreme, he would never choke you or do anything he thinks would harm you. He feels awful about the idea, even when he gets a little zealous and sinks his teeth a little deeper than usual when giving you little love bites. He likes seeing those little noms (with your permission of course). He’d never do anything that scares you and stuff like CNC is completely off the table because he wouldn’t know what’s part of the play and what's real. He doesn’t like the idea of forcing you or being so rough with you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

🍔 He likes giving - perhaps a little too much. The amount of times he overstimulates you to the brink of tears and beyond. Every single time, he acts like a starving man with their first taste of food in years. He can’t help it, everything about you is just so perfect. Your taste, your reactions, your sounds, he needs you to cum in his mouth again and again. He will BEG just one more? Please? He always says it’s the last one, it never is but you still can’t find it in your heart to deny him when he pleads so eagerly to make you feel good. Beel is so good at using his mouth it’s ridiculous and probably should be illegaL. You once put a week long ban on letting him do anything to you with his mouth and he was so sad and miserable that you ended up giving in after 3 days.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

🍔 Beel prefers slow and sensual when he’s fucking you. He likes the way you react, the way you feel and it’s something he feels he can only truly savor and appreciate when he’s taking his time. However, should you ask him to pick up the pace he’s more than happy if it makes you feel good. I mean sometimes he admits he does enjoy getting to go a little faster and harder than normal, it elicits different and new reactions from you. The only time Beel is in a rush and borderline feral is when he’s eating you out/sucking you off. He can’t control how ravenous he gets the moment he’s making his way down, In that case you’re usually begging him to slow down.

Q = Quickie (They opinions on quickies, how often etc)

🍔 Quickies are the sexual version of snacks. With Beel’s logic you can’t just stop with one, so surprisingly for the gentle giant, quickies are pretty common and actually something he really enjoys. He knows your body well, so well in fact he only needs a few minutes to have you breathless and fucked out. He also likes that you know his body so well, he’s down for some quick blowjobs and boy do you make quick work of him. Although he says the visual of seeing you so eager to get him off with your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock that’s way too big for your mouth affects him more and probably makes him quicker than actual sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

🍔 Beel is always willing to listen to your suggestions and try things that you’re curious about. He’s open to a lot and you appreciate that. He’s very honest about his concerns and how he feels about suggestions, having Beel so open about communication makes things a lot easier and transparent between the two of you. He’ll let you know whether or not he’s apprehensive about something you want to try and you’re grateful for that. He’s very observant especially of you and the moment he senses hesitation or discomfort he will stop with no questions asked. He wants you to feel good, happy and comfortable in your intimate moments and he wouldn’t do anything that goes against that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

🍔 Insane amounts of stamina, not only for the current round but multiple rounds. You question if Beel even has the ability to feel tired. After all, when you’re panting, trying to catch your breath and your whole body is shaking with the aftershocks, he looks completely fine. Maybe a little bit of sweat but ready and waiting for you to catch your breath. You think it’s probably thanks to his training but with his endurance he can go multiple rounds with no issues whatsoever. Beel is attentive and aware that not everyone can keep up with him, he makes sure to slow down and make sure you’re not too exhausted. Not that his care helped when you decided to test your mettle and passed out due to exhaustion somewhere in the middle.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)

🍔 Beel isn’t one for toys, he didn’t have much curiosity about them and that’s due to the fact that he’s never experienced them enough to know what the appeal is in using them. One time he found your rather colourful looking toy and didn’t understand why you needed it. He got a little sad and asked if it felt better than him :( :( You explained that it’s something that you use when alone and can be used together if he wanted to try. Well Beel did politely ask for you to give him a demonstration how you use it when you’re alone. Beel eagerly watched how you used it, wondering how it could be used together and you were more than happy to show him :)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

🍔 He doesn’t tease, at least never intentionally. Beel is so eager to please and he genuinely just wants you to feel good and doesn’t have the heart to deny you. The moment you utter your first plea he’s already giving in asking how he can make you feel good. Even that one time when you asked him to edge you, he did surprisingly well but he just wanted to make you cum but you kept reassuring him that it would feel even better if he edged you first. Orgasm after orgasm you were so close and he would stop, even when you were begging he held onto your promise “Nearly…nearly promise I’ll make you cum {Name}” he softly utters he moves again, hitting that spot that had you gripping the sheets.

V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)

🍔 Growls, grunts and groans. Beel is not very loud, he tries to restrict himself and he’ll suppress his own moans a lot. He can get a little whiny when he’s desperate. When he’s really into it he lets them out though but volume wise he never gets that loud. Beel mostly likes staying close and he’s the kind who groans a lot when he’s feeling good and you can always feel his breath tickling your ear. He’s very vocal in other ways though, Beel talks a lot. Most of the time he’s making sure you’re fine or just making sure he’s doing a good job. “Hmm? Here? Okay I’ll keep doing it.” “I-If you tighten up that much I can’t move…” “Baby please stay still, I’m nearly done. Promise just a little bit more please?” “It feels so good…{Name}, mmph- wait…so close…”

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)

🍔 He’s addicted to making you feel good to the point of ignoring himself. He’s got favourites and that means making you lose your mind in pleasure. It’s almost like an addiction, if it was up to him it would be all about you. But he thinks you’re so sweet for insisting that he has to feel good too. To the point of insisting on it, Beel likes it when you take control (which is most of the time) he doesn’t often take the initiative himself but he’s working on being a little more dominant. There’s been a few times when he gets worked up and takes the lead and you’re pleasantly surprised.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes?)

🍔 Thick, he is girthy, honestly you didn’t know what would be harder to handle his length or his girth. Because it’s ridiculous. His cock is covered in thick veins that almost give it an intimidating feel, but every one of them is very sensitive and a great thing to tease with your tongue. He’s got those heavy breeder balls too.

🍔 Demon form: Shape changes a little, gets heavier towards the base, not that you wanna get too far into anatomy but looks a little more animalistic than human. Beel actually gets really embarrassed about it when he sees your initial shock. It's difficult to take him due to his size and he doesn't like the idea of forcing you so very rarely will he actually fuck you in demon form. BUT of course sex isn't just about penetration ;) (Plus gives him a great reason to fuck your thighs)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

🍔 Very high drive, he’s always ready to go. Just say the word. He’s the avatar of gluttony and his appetite does not only extend to food. He’d never say no to you, if you offered or even suggested. He’s pretty shy about asking or initiating himself and as annoying as it is, he’ll try to take care of it on his own. (But he gives up after a while and calls you to help because it just doesn’t feel as good unless you’re with him) “Please {Name} I’m sorry…I need you..” He’d groan into the phone, his voice frustrated as he continues fisting his cock just keeping himself on edge. It’s fine because you’re already making your way to his room to help him out.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

🍔 Beel rarely falls asleep immediately, he’s got energy to spare afterwards and can manage a workout if he really wanted. He immediately tends to you and makes sure you’re fine, he LOVES cuddles so he’ll slip out for a quick snack and return to give you all the snuggles while you sleep. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep but it’s not a constant. You wonder what his secret is to his boundless energy, you’d think he’d have some tiredness after rearranging your insides for hours at a time but apparently that’s not enough to tire him out.

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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year

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Every description about Nico (especially the canon ones) describing him as “cold” can personally fight me. Nico is jaded, yes, and often closed-off and sometimes stand-offish and defensive but he is not "cold”. He cares SO SO SO MUCH about EVERYONE. He loves and cares with his entire heart constantly and that is a core part of his character. He doesn’t often make public shows of his affection but he takes care to be kind when it matters and doesn’t hide that he does care (usually, the only exception really being him being in the closet, but even then he only hid his crush specifically and not the fact that Percy is important to him). He fine with hugging his friends in front of a crowd and will sit with strangers at a campfire just so they’re not alone. I mean, heck, he’s an extrovert! We know this! He actively seeks out people and gets lonely very quickly and easily! If he can’t talk to living people he will chat with the dead! That’s how much he thrives on being social!

The only time Nico has ever been actively “cold” was the couple of months between TTC and BoTL when he was actively mourning Bianca. Nico is not “cold.” He loves so much and he does show it, just in his own way.

#pjo #riordanverse #nico di angelo #analysis #brought to you by: I saw a blurb for TSATS that said something like ''Will melted through Nico's icy heart/cold exterior''#and it made me want to tear something apart with my teeth because of how Blatantly Incorrect that is #like that is a disservice to both their characters.#a.) Will did not ''fix'' Nico or ''change'' him or anything. He is just a source of joy in Nico's life #TOA even explicitly acknowledges that them dating did not ''fix'' Nico and that Nico is actively getting outside help for his trauma/etc #and b.) Nico is not cold!!! He has never been a cold person!!! there's a reason ''emo'' is short for ''emotional!''#Nico's character is ENTIRELY DRIVEN BY LOVE AND CARE FOR OTHER PEOPLE #yes he's jaded but he's only jaded in a way of being afraid of letting people into his life because he's afraid to lose them #not that it stops him because it sure does keep happening anyways because SURPRISE. HE LOVES TOO MUCH.#HE LITERALLY CANNOT HELP HIMSELF HE LOVES PEOPLE SO STRONGLY AND SO DEEPLY HE CANNOT STAY JADED ABOUT IT #he just keeps going ''Okay *THIS* time I won't let this person into my life to risk heartbreak- AW FUCK I'VE DONE IT AGAIN''#SO MUCH of his character is entirely driven by ''I care about people. I dont want them to suffer what i have suffered or suffer at all''#like really the only times we ever see Nico being actively angry/snappy at people #is like a.) He is either actively being majorly hurt or has just recently been majorly hurt (Bianca's death. Being outed. etc)#b.) Someone is hurting others is going to bring harm to others (Calling out his dad in TLO. Killing Bryce)#or c.) Someone is doubting or calling into question his lived experiences (Basically any scene where people say he's pushing people away)#other than that Nico actually tends to give people way more lenience than necessary. he will put up with a LOT #and he won't even call people out on it or hold a grudge about it (i see you alleged Nico's fatal flaw. you're wrong)#unless it's like. something A Lot Of People Do Often (ex: push him away/exclude him/etc)#at which point he might be like. mildly upset about it but not much more then that. which is just a normal measured response.#anyways Nico's not cold he's just autistic

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rinslutz · 10 months

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ᥫ᭡ “WHAT AM I HERE FOR?” — GOJO SATORU

ㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ gn reader angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, gojo is clingy, insecurities

you’re fed up with his absence. he’s in pain and he doesn’t know what to do.

you’re making dinner for two, though it is likely you’ll be eating it alone. you still keep hope alive by continuing to make him dinner every night. the least he could do is eat it when he comes home in the middle of the night, but he doesn’t even do that. you don’t know if he’s been eating. you don’t know anything.

you jump in surprise as you hear the front door opening. you stop cutting the vegetables in front of you, not sure if you hallucinated it. satoru’s heavy foot step walking towards you reassures you that you didn’t.

his arms wrap tightly around your waist. the pads of his fingers press into your abdomen. he doesn’t speak right away. maybe it’s because he knows you won't listen to him or maybe he has nothing to say at all.

he loudly and obnoxiously sighs. he’s insufferable, you think. instead of speaking up, instead of apologizing, he obviously wants you to speak first. as stubborn as you are you’d take a lifelong vow of silence if it meant you wouldn’t have to give in first.

“you’re still mad at me.” you immediately roll your eyes, not than he can see anyway. he doesn’t have to see your face to know your reaction. contrary to what you think, he knows you.

you think he pays little attention to you when in reality he knows everything about you. he notices that you put way too much butter on your toast. he knows you hate sleeping with socks on. he knows you pretend to be asleep when he comes home late because you don’t want him to know that you can’t sleep without him. he pretends he doesn’t though. that’s how you ended up in this situation

he pretends to not care sometimes. you don’t know why and apparently neither does he. in the past three months, he hasn’t spent much time with you and it began to take a toll on you. satoru is annoying though, so when you brought it up he pretended that everything was okay.

it’s not okay. he knows that more than you.

“what am i here for?” you finally speak up. you stop chopping up vegetables as you wait for his answer. he arms go lax around you.

“hm? what do you—”

“you’re never here and i never see you. so, what am i here for?” you immediately cut him off. you don’t want to get angry again. you wish you didn’t care anymore, the way it seems he doesn’t.

“because i love you.” you scoff and laugh bitterly. you shove his arms from around your waist and go back to cutting. your chops are harsh and loud compared to earlier.

satoru knows he’s messed up but for some reason he doesn’t know how not to. how is he supposed to explain that the reason he hasn’t been around as much is because he can’t stand to look at you. he doesn’t think that in a mean way. he loves you more than he’s ever loved anything which is why it hurts so much.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’s sacred. scared that one day everything will fall apart. when he looks at you he sees everything he’s ever wanted. when you have everything and you hold it in the palm of your hand it feels fragile. he doesn’t want to break you. he doesn’t want to break this, what’s between you two. it seems that’s where it’s headed anyway.

“hey. look at me.” he tries to touch your arm but you immediately move from his grasp. he hears you sniffling as you continue to cut more vegetables. you frustratedly wipe away the tears that obstruct your view.

“you’re going to cut yourself. just stop for a second.” to his surprise he’s able to successfully remove the knife from your hands. unfortunately, your sniffles only escalate to sobs. he feels his heart plummet into the pit of his stomach. he immediately grabs your face in both hands. he thumbs fail at wiping away your unending tears.

“can…can you just tell me the truth?” your cries subdue long enough for you to speak. “what’s happened between us? is it me?”

“no.” satoru’s voice is shaky as he cuts you off. “you’re perfect. it’s my fault.” and now satoru is crying. his hands feel numb and his chest hurts.

you reach up to wrap your hands around his that are placed on your face. “tell me.” your watery eyes stare bore into his. this is the first time you’ve actually looked at him since he got home. it hurts just like it does every time. he feels that familiar pain in the pit of his stomach and that ache in his heart.

“i love you, and i know that’s not enough, and that's not a real explanation. i just need you to understand that when i look at you it hurt.” satoru knows he shouldn’t have left it at that when a look of hurt flashes in your eyes. you pull your hands away from his but he immediately grabs them again and places them against his chest.

“i didn’t mean it like that. i just…i’m scared. i want you forever. but when i look at you my stupid brain tells me that this won’t last forever.” the lump forming in his throat cuts him off. his eyes burn and his throat burn and everything burns.

your lips part and you're unsure what to say. you can’t tell him that you’re his forever because unfortunately, you can’t tell the future. you want to be though. no matter how much this whole situation broke your heart into tiny pieces, you would go through it again if it mean satoru would finally bare his soul to you.

“i’m here now though.” you smile sadly at him. “there’s no way to know if this will last forever, but i know it won’t if you keep pushing me away.” satoru knows you’re right. he has always known that what he was doing was stupid.

you pull your hands from his grasp this time you wipe away his tears. “stay here with me and i promise i’m not going anywhere.” you whisper.

satoru pulls you close and rests his forehead against yours. “i love you.” he didn’t even need to say it. you see it in his eyes and for the first time, you realize he does care.

“i love you more.” and the spark is back in his eyes. he rolls his very red eyes in fake annoyance.

“even in a sappy time like this you’re trying to outdo me.” you laugh for the first time in a while and it’s music to his ears.

“well you just confessed your deep and darkest fear of losing me so now i have to outdo you.” satoru rolls his eyes again but this time he grabs your face and pulls it towards his.

his lips brush against yours. “i love you times infinity.” and he knows you can’t beat that so he kisses you before you can speak.

©rinslutz

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whydon-twego · 10 months

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Merlin is so tired.

Physically and mentally tired.

Arthur, being in a bad mood, has been running him around more than usual, giving him tasks that generally wouldn't even be his. Gaius has requested herbs for a strange cold that keeps spreading through the citadel and leaving everyone tired and helpless for several days (and, in his defense, Gaius would have fetched them himself were it not for the fact that the herbs grow in a land with terrain too bumpy for Gaius' not-so-young legs) and he has stayed awake for more than forty-eight hours straight to eradicate a dark spirit roaming the castle.

All this is to say that Merlin is really tired.

But when has that ever stopped Arthur from demanding and demanding and demanding?

And so it is with trembling legs and eyes that want to close of their own accord that Merlin serves Arthur a drink while Arthur dines in his own room because he has better things to do than dine with his father and Morgana.

"You are unusually quiet this evening, Merlin."

Merlin nods because that's all he can do, even talking seems a gigantic effort.

Perhaps if he closes his eyes for a few moments he will be able to recover.

"Merlin, are you listening?"

Only for a few seconds, he is standing anyway, nothing can happen.

"Merlin!"

+++

Merlin has never felt so warm and so comfortable in all his life.

He does not know how he got into bed or how his bed is suddenly so comfortable (nor how it is so warm in his room as it is freezing on those winter days) but he is too comfortable to ask himself any more questions and feels so protected, so safe. Everything is fine.

"You are a bad bedfellow, Merlin, you really do get too worked up."

Merlin would like to say that the sound of Arthur's voice surprises him so much that it wakes him up, but the truth is that Arthur's voice only makes him feel safer, almost more protected, as if the fact that Arthur is there only makes things better.

Merlin sighs blissfully and mumbles an apology as he stretches out an arm and goes to get more comfortable with his head on Arthur's chest (because Arthur is letting him and Merlin is really too tired to think) and Arthur's arm around his waist.

"I don't know what the hell you've been up to lately but know that this is no way to reduce yourself. I will give you the morning off tomorrow but only because I am a magnanimous prince and you should be grateful to me for the rest of your life, do you understand me, Merlin?"  

Merlin nods and his cheek rubs against Arthur's chest, his chest hair tickling.

Merlin lifts his face with closed eyes and snaps a kiss on Arthur's cheek (or whatever part of Arthur he can reach, he's not sure if he's got the cheek) and mumbles some kind of thanks.

And if Merlin were more awake he would realise what he has just done.

But Merlin is tired.

And Arthur is a benevolent prince.

Arthur kisses Merlin's forehead and bids him sleep.

Merlin doesn't let him say it twice.

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cheeseceli · 3 months

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When you give them flowers

Pairing: skz!Ot8 × Gn!Reader

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: I'd like to request Channie (maybe all of skz? if you're up to it?) receiving flowers randomly from their s/o

Warnings: none I can think of

A/n: idk if this is on point but I liked it so much anyway😭 this is such a soft thought oh my God

Bang Chan

Didn't even think the flowers were for him when he saw them at first, but then you handed them to him and he automatically smiled. Will start laughing while trying to think of something to say but will resort to just hugging you as a "thank you". You better believe that a few days later he'll make sure to gift you your favourite flowers as well.

Lee Know

My boy would get so shy😭 you know that giddy smile he has sometimes? That's what we're talking about. Would try to act cool but you can see his ears getting red. Ends up giving up on his act and he just accepts the flowers, still smiling so much that his cheeks hurt.

Changbin

I can see this going two ways: he'll either be so happy that he will hug you until you can't breathe and then will proceed to show the flowers to every single person that comes near him or will get pretty emotional, eyes getting teary and trying his hardest to not cry. Either way, he's thankful and will let you know.

Hyunjin

HE'S SO HAPPY STOP IT. Will get kinda surprised at first cause he wasn't expecting it but once the initial shock goes away he's blushing and smiling so much. The first thing he does when he goes home is to paint the bouquet you gifted him. Sometimes he'll just start smiling out of the blue because he reminds himself of the gift and he can't stop the giggles.

Han

He physically pauses and looks at you kinda confused. However, when he understands that you're gifting him he suddenly gets so shy. Will try to flirt with you playfully to get the attention away from his red face but you don't miss how he spends the rest of the day close to you in an attempt of thanking you.

Felix

Get ready to be hugged for hours because he's SO happy you gave him flowers. Once he finds out you're gifting him he gets all smiley, it's adorable. Will thank you for hours on end, will show the flowers off to his members and the staff crew and will post them on bubble with no further context, just a ":)"

Seungmin

Would be so surprised at first. He never expected to receive flowers from you, so when it does happen, his exe stops working for a second or two. You might even think that he didn't care that much, but then you see him smiling to himself throughout the day and you just know he's thinking about the bouquet.

I.N

He's just trying to not panic in front of you lol. But then you can see his dimples showing and his neck getting slightly red and you just know he's giggling inside. Will keep the flowers on a vase and will smile fondly every time he sees it, that's for sure.

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powerfultenderness · 10 months

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I am so, so thirsty for neighbor!Konig and I humbly beg you for the following request; reader has secretly been hard core cramming online German lessons, and Konig says some stuff (lewd or otherwise) that she ends up understanding. Maybe she teases him by saying something back to catch him off guard and make him flustered? Idk but I just spent an hour reading all of the series and im heart needs more to survive

I'm so happy that you're enjoying the series! I liked this idea so much! But I ended up changing it a little bit, I hope you don't mind!

Nothing really happens, but König does say something a little horny, so I guess this will be [rated Mature 18+]

“What, are you going back to school?”

You jolted from your studies and looked up just in time to see a friend join you at the table in the break room. You laughed as you greeted her. She was almost right, it certainly felt like you were in school again! Your lunch was pushed to the side, nibbled on, while you were hunched over a notebook and your phone.

She leaned over the table a bit and took a glance at your notes. “Why German?” You sighed, you needed a break anyways, and started to pick at your food. “Just trying to impress the hot neighbor.”

“Ooh, is he German? And how hot are we talking?”

“Austrian,” you answered with another laugh. “And very.” Sort of? Well, even if you had never seen him without some sort of hood or mask on his face, he was still a fine specimen of a man.

“Want me to help you?”

“You know German?”

“I studied German for years in school and spent some time abroad in Berlin.”

You narrowed your eyes and hummed as you tried to translate her words. “You said: I something, German, something something, Berlin.”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “Oh! I know just what to teach you!”

Bzzt!

You picked up your phone and rolled your eyes before sending a quick text.

König didn’t like it. All night you were half paying attention to him and half paying attention to your phone. “Who keeps texting you?” He finally slipped, unable to hold back the slightly envious (ok maybe a lot) question anymore.

“Sorry,” you winced at how rude you were being. “Just a friend from work. She started to help me with a project and thinks she’s sending helpful tips.”

Just a friend from work! It didn’t sound like someone he had to worry about (though he wasn’t sure if you were also attracted to women, and so didn’t completely write off this friend just yet). “But her advice is not helpful?”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Not really. She’s jumping the gun. She’s thinking way too far ahead.”

"Hm. Well, perhaps I can help you?" Anything to get you to pay more attention to him.

"Oh, König," you were about to tell him that it was unnecessary, after all you wanted to surprise him, but your phone buzzed again. "You know what, that would be great." You tucked your phone between the couch cushions as if that would stop your friend from texting you.

"Yea? What can I do?"

You hummed before smiling at him, an idea coming to you. “Can you say something in German?”

“What? How will that help?”

“Well, it wouldn’t really help so much as distract from-” your phone buzzed, a little quieter now between the couch cushions, just on time. You smiled and gestured to your phone, “from that.”

He chuckled and nodded, “alright. But, what do you want me to say?”

“I dunno, something…nice?”

König glanced away from you to the television, whatever was on was long forgotten by both of you, as he thought about what to say. Something nice? He could write a whole book of nice things to say about you. In whatever language you wanted: German, English, maybe even a bit of Korean that he picked up from Horangi. But what to say? That you were one of, if not the, kindest people he’s ever met? That he noticed how you were frightened of him at your first meeting but you pushed that fear aside because of that kindness? Or that he noticed you liked puns, and would seek out the corniest puns just to hear you laugh? No. Maybe he should tell you that you are the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on? Yea, that was nice, right?

“Hey,” you interrupted his thoughts in a soft voice before you settled a hand on his knee, which he hadn’t even noticed that he was bouncing his knee a mile a minute until you stopped him. “I was just being silly. If you don’t want to-”

“What! No!” He shook his head, “it’s not that.” He paused and looked down at the hand you were still resting gently on his knee, then looked back up at you, eyes shining underneath his hood, and took a deep breath before words began to quickly tumble out of his mouth.

“There is simply too much for me to say, I could not decide! Everything about you is perfect! Even the not perfect things! Ever since you moved here, I have not been able to stop thinking about you! You are on my mind all of the time and I don’t know what I would do without you!” “Whoa! Whoa!” You jerked back at his sudden outburst. “Slow down!”

He shut his mouth so quickly and hard that the snap of his teeth was nearly as loud as the tv.

It was quiet for a moment, the two of you just staring wide eyed at each other, before he started again. “I am sorry! I-” “No! No, I’m sorry. Like I said, I was just being silly and wanted to see if I could understand anything. You know, after hanging out with you so much…”

“Oh…”

Another beat of awkward silence.

“Did you? Understand anything?”

You laughed a little sheepishly. “Uhm. I’m pretty sure I can guess what “perfekt” means, soo,” you looked around, trying to spot something perfect and snapped before looking back at him with a grin. No you hadn’t understood much, but you could lighten the mood with an overly ridiculous answer. “So you must have been talking about…dinner? My stroganoff is great, I mean I wouldn’t say perfect, but-”

He started laughing, dragging you into fits of giggles too, and leaned in a little closer to you, elated that this time you did not pull back.

“So, was all of that actually nice?” You asked once your laughter faded out, though you still smiled up at him.

“Yes. I can only think of nice things to say about you.”

Oh! Nothing could stop the goofy smile that crossed your face, not the butterflies in your stomach, or the way your heart sped up, not even the blush that heated your face. Still you decided to cover up your sudden over acting nerves with a touch of humor. You played up your reaction, one hand over your heart as the other tapped his arm playfully. “Aww, König, you’re so sweet!”

He gently caught your hand, running his thumb softly across your knuckles. “Should I try again?”

“Hm?” “This time I won’t speak so quickly.”

Him holding your hand like that was not going to return your heart rate to normal! Still you smiled at him, a bit shyly, and gave his hand an encouraging squeeze. ��Sure.”

“You are very beautiful.” He started, but your soft smile turned into a grin and he paused.

“Aww, you think I’m pretty?” You tried to downplay just how intimate this was starting to feel.

“Beautiful,” he corrected as he took his hand from yours and gently held your chin so that you were looking directly into his eyes. “Stunning, actually.” You were especially cute when you looked so flustered like that. He gently traced the bottom of your lip and leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to barely above a husky whisper. “And I want to see these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You squeaked out a tiny little gasp and pulled back from just enough for his hand to drop.

König froze. “Did. Did you understand. That?”

“No!” You quickly shook your head, eyes darting all over the place before settling back on him, though you could no longer hold eye contact. “What, uhm. What did you say?”

Oh. You were a bad liar. Good to know. He wished he hadn’t said that. He wished he hadn’t said anything! Maybe he should have never come over in the first place! Why was it so hard to say no to you?

“Nothing!” He abruptly stood up. “I have to go.” He rushed to the door and nearly ran out, but at least stopped himself long enough to wish you a good night before fleeing.

“Ah, König!”

But he was already gone. For a guy that big, he was certainly fast.

“Oh, shit.” You muttered to yourself, heart still loudly pounding in your chest as you dug your phone out from the cushions.

You pulled up your texts and scrolled through the many, many, English to German (or vice versa) raunchy translations your friend had been sending you. Sure enough, between her translations and König’s words fresh in your mind…

“AHHH!!! I THINK HE JUST ASKED ME TO BLOW HIM!!!!” You sent off a text to her and finally remembered to breathe.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

“Lol! Are you sure? What did he say? I’m calling you.”

It’s a whole week before you see König again. And you both awkwardly pretend like your last encounter never happened. And you both desperately wish that it hadn't ended.

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najenvhs · 3 months

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who's most likely to get jealous and why?

nct dream getting jealous

sorry decided to make this for everyone because it is too good- but the top 3 would be Jisung, Haechan, and Jeno…. Anyway 🤍 sorry some are longer than others, everything is what came to my mind first.

mdi 🤍

♡ Jisung— you guys were out for a coffee date and while the two of you guys were sitting a friend from school came up. you were shocked so you stood up and gave him a hug.

Jisung watched as his hands were all over you going up and down your back and when he detached, he was still close talking and looking straight into your eyes, as he was holding your hands.

he knows you guys are just friends but this was time for the two of you and the two of you only. he just sat there getting annoyed as the conversation went on for 5 minutes till you finally sat down.

“what's wrong?” you ask confused but still riding off the high of running into an old friend.

“What, nothing… nothing at all” he responded taking a sip from his drink and looking away from you.

“Oh, I see” you replied crossing your arms and leaning back in your seat, “your jealousy huh?”

he starts chocking on his drink, coughing “What are you- no of course not”

“Sure, I guess you're not getting your surprise tonight,” you said leaning forward and looking at your nails

“y/n I said I'm sorry,” he said pleading with you.

♡ chenle— “I'm going out tonight,” you say to chenle as you guys are eating dinner at the table inside his apartment.

“oh with the girls?” he asks taking another bite of his food.

“well.. yes” you replied, you didn’t even know why you needed to tell him but you were scared if you didn’t say anything he would find out another way.

“What does well mean?” he asked raising a brow as he took a sip of his wine.

you just roll your eyes in response as you get up and go to start washing your dishes. “listen we are just paired for a project, and he was assigned to our group so we didn’t have a choice”

as you were cleaning and you heard him leave the table then felt some arms come around your stomach hugging you from behind.

“Just keep me updated,” he said in your ear as he started kissing your neck, you dropped the dishes into the sink that you were cleaning, it felt good, leaning your head over so that Chenle had even more access to your neck.

he starts rubbing one of his hands over your stomach as his other starts crawling up your chest, just then you realize what was happening, waking yourself up you made him stop by pushing him off you in a soft manner.

“what? What's wrong?” he asks wiping his lips off with the back of his hand.

“Are you jealous?” you ask pointing at him leaning against the sink

the only response he has is having his eyes wide open feeling caught making you giggle.

“no” he finally says.

“Whatever you say” you laugh as you walk past him patting his shoulder.

♡ Jaemin— “Awe y/n” you look so beautiful tonight,” Mark says going in for a hug.

“Mark, thank you” you responded prettily, holding hands with him, thanking him. you guys talked a little bit more before you finally turned around to Jaemin standing right behind you.

“you look so pretty my princess, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen on this earth” he gushed as he looked at you up and down.

you guys were at a reunion event and Jaemin’s close friends were there. you knew them well so Mark giving you compliments like that was nothing that you hadn’t heard before, and of course in a platonic way, and of course same as Jaemin in a romantic way. but it felt off and you could feel it.

“Thanks, babe,” you said smiling up at him.

it was until Renjun came up to you hugging you and kissing you on your check— again the norm for when interacting with him. “y/n i'm so happy to see you happy, you are just glowing”

he was always so sweet, “Junnie, thank you”

he walked away— you turn back around to Jaemin as he quickly shifted from looking like bloody Mary just walked across the room to the normal smiling nana he normally looks like.

“what,” you said crossing your arms

“yo-you look so sexy tonight,” he says changing the subject, swiftly moving to pull you closer to him.

“please stop talking to the boys,” he said with a smile on his face close to your own.

you knew what was going on, and you were shocked, Jaemin never gets jealous, and of all days he decides to get jealous of his friends. it was kinda silly to you that he would ever believe you would leave him.

“you know Nana,” you say reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck as his grip around your waist becomes tighter. “they are just friends,” you say in his ear

“I know” he replied removing his hands from your waist to start rubbing your back.

“well if you know so much, then you should know I don’t have a bra or underwear on tonight,” you said in his ear again.

you felt his hands stop, you could tell you shocked him so before you let go to continue saying hi to everyone else you left him with one last thing.

“if you don't stop acting jealous then I'm not coming home with you tonight”

♡ haechan— you and Haechan are lying in bed, the night before was long. you guys went to a party the boys threw for what reason? none, it was fun and ended with you and Haechan together in bed. In the morning you guys just hung out in bed till one of you got hungry.

you were on your phone looking at the photos you took last night and saw a photo of you and Jaemin where his face and yours were touching one another.

"Haechan, look at this photo I took with Jaemin isn't it cute," you said showing him the photo.

"oh, cute" he flashes a smile at you, then drops it instantly. you didn't think twice but maybe he was tired, so you went back on your phone.

you found a video and it was of you and Chenle taking shots, it was funny to you so you decided to show Haechan again.

"look watch this video of me and Chenle," you say scooting close to him in bed.

"funny" he smiles then shifts to move closer to the end of the bed.

"Okay, what's wrong," you ask dropping the phone and looking at him who is on his own.

"Nothing, I swear," he says looking at you.

"Haechan I've been dating you for years, tell me," you say crossing his arms.

"you taking pictures with another guy," he says quilty, under his breath.

"I'm sorry what?" you said looking over at him with your right ear facing him more so you could hear him clearly.

"you taking photos with Chenle and Jaemin," he says looking at you right in the eye

"so you jealous?" you ask but don't even give him the chance to say anything more before you start giggling. "Haechan, honey, I'm sitting here in bed with you, in your shirt and my panties only, yet you are jealous about me taking a photo with Jaemin and taking shots with Chenle?”

you guys just sat there in silence looking into each other's soul and before you could say anymore he broke the silence

"you know what no," he said dipping his head to kiss your cheek

"That's what I thought" you giggle again as you hold his head close to you.

♡ Jeno— it was after a three-hour lecture where you and your classmate were talking right outside the door, you knew him since high school so it was nice seeing a familiar face around campus.

you were leaning against the wall as your friend stood in front of you, you didn't think twice about it till you saw Jeno walking up but stopped midway for some reason. but you not knowing what's going on, had an even brighter smile on your face seeing him.

"Jeno-ah!" you called him over to where you and your friend were talking leaning ur body to where your whole side was leaning against the wall.

pushing yourself off of it, you walk over to Jeno dragging him over to meet your high school friend Jisung, "Jeno, this is Jisung, we went to high school together and were actually seated next to each other"

"Oh, hi, nice to meet you," Jeno said to Jisung sticking out his hand to shake.

Jeno made sure to squeeze Jisung's hand a little tighter to make sure he understood their ground making Jisung squill a little but laugh it off since he was in front of you.

you were off to the side looking at both of them, but even more at Jeno. he had a different demeanor and you could just tell something was up. the three of you continued taking a bit and when Jisung wasn't looking you would look at Jeno and mouth 'What's wrong with you' Getting back 'Nothing' in the same format right before Jisung turned his head back to the both of you.

"well, y/n, I'll see you on Wednesday for the next class, let's sit together again?" Jisung asked as he rested a hand on your shoulder.

"for sure!" you responded touching his hand while responding.

after that, he walked away and was faced with Jeno.

"what?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"What was that?" Jeno responded.

"Well, like he said a friend from high school," you said, looking at him up and down. "what about you? what was that"

"I, you know what? I don't know," he says scratching his head.

"Lee Jeno, that was jealousy" You look up at him, and you drag him again by his arm. you lean against the wall again and pull him to where one of his arms resting on the wall beside you.

"y/n? at school?" he asks you as you undo one of the buttons of his shirt.

"there's no one around, and I mean we are just gonna kiss" You look up at him smiling.

"I'm confused? are you mad at me or?" he asks you.

"no I'm not mad at you, but you being jealous is really hot" you answered wrapping your arms around him going incating the kiss.

♡ renjun— "What," Renjun asks spitting out the water that was in his mouth.

"ah hahaha, someone tried to ask me out," you say blocking your face from the water even though you were nowhere near him.

he walked over to you, softly moving your hands away from your face, "Hopefully that wasn't to you and was for your friend you were with" he said smiling.

"No, I'm telling you he came up to me while I was away from my friend looking at clothing and asked if I was single," you respond.

renjun just looked at you blinking, "and what did you say"

"um no? Of course?" responded in shock you crossed your arms.

"anyways I thought it was kinda funny no need to be worried," you say as you try to walk away from the kitchen.

"y/n it's not funny, I mean like does this normally happen?" he asks you making you stop before leaving the kitchen.

"When you are around me never, and when you are not... sometimes," you say, "I never say yes, there's nothing to be jealous about"

"jealous?" Renjun askes.

"yes jun, jealousy!" you respond with a smirk on your face.

you walk close to him wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a peck on his lips. "just know I love you so much, and there is no other guy I would choose over you"

he just smiled and hugged you back holding each other close and tight for a while.

♡ mark— "a concert?" marks asks you. you were invited by Haechan to go to a concert with him, and you said yes not thinking twice about how it may affect Mark.

"babe, it's Haechan, you've like known him forever, what's the problem?" you say shoving more chips in your mouth as you are sitting in the bed on the phone.

"Baby, that's the problem it's him," he says, as he's walking back and forth in front of the bed.

you didn't understand why it was such a big deal, you were fixing to put another chip in your mouth till you looked at Mark Lee going crazy which made you stop.

"oh" you abruptly say, "you're jealous"

Mark stops and turns to you who sit on the bed. you shove the chip back in the bag and leave your phone behind as you walk over on your knees to the end of the bed pulling him over by his arm.

"Markie, I love you so much you fool" you giggle, "I'll never love another man but you, but you don't need to worry about this and never think this again okay?"

"I'm sorry y/n," Mark says as he brushes some hair behind your ear and pulls you into a hug.

you end up pulling him on top of you, falling on your back, "now show me how much you love me, Mark Lee"

[hehe, I hope you guys enjoyed this sorry it took so long, I have just been a little busy and also have been cooking on this one FOR A MINUTE. I don't remember when this was asked but I'm sorry AND please enjoy. leave SOMETHING in my ask 🙈 ]

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 4 months

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Do they know if you wear silver or gold?

When they want to buy an engagement ring do they know what to choose?

Yes, without a doubt

Kaeya

Sneaky bastard is so sure about your preferred metal and style he only needs to figure out the gem. He already got the jeweler waiting for when he figures out your ring size

Has to check

Childe

He was truly just going to get two jewels that represent you two and whatever metal matched best but when his sisters heard the look of surprise they had made him stop on his plan. After much talk about how one of them almost left her boyfriend because she was given the wrong metal and the other almost accused her boyfriend of cheating he decided to be very ‘subtle’ but direct.

The next time he is at your home he asks to see your favorite ring/necklace. By that time you already guessed what would be his next question in a few days

Neuvillette

It's Furina who managed to make him confident enough to talk to you outside of an office setting, and to ask you to be his lover, and actually to ask you for marriage. Her poor back.

Most of the planning is due to her, be it the restaurant reservation or the little speech, now the only detail left was the ring. What she didn't expect was that as soon as she asked your preference he would be stiff as a stick and rain started outside.

Let's spend another hour trying to tell the big dragon that not being sure about it isn't a sin nor is he a crappy boyfriend

Diluc

He is sure he knows, he bought you many rings and earrings with that metal but he would rather make sure you love it than let his newly acquired fear that he might make a mistake choosing metals keep him up at night.

he snoops around the porcelain box in the vanity filled with necklaces and rings just to confirm. Maybe three or four times, just in case

No, in their eyes gold and silver jewelry is the exact same. Has to go change the ring last moment

Itto

For him the ring itself isn't that important so he would propose with a pop ring if it happened, but after saving for so long he manages to buy a modest ring his granny and Shinobu approved of.

If it isn't your color you could change it and he wouldn't notice until he puts your wedding band, and anyway he is doubting himself because he isn't really sure

Zhongli

He understands that when choosing clothes for someone their aesthetics and likings should come first but honestly when he starts planning the best engagement ring he forgot that little detail, too focused on having cor lapis for a good luck omen or a tiny engraved flower that represent undying love.

Just forgive him this once. If it makes you feel better the ring itself is both silver and gold intertwined so he is about 50% right?

mf does a color analysis on you to see which is better before the idea of checking your other jewelry

Kaveh

Even if he doesn't have a lot of money, he keeps a stylish and clean appearance and that extends to you, essentially playing dress up with you, layering fabrics of different weight and color, playing with different region’s styles, so when he starts dragging you to try jewelry it wasn't strange.

Even if he gets it wrong he defends himself saying that it's the most flattering on you

Albedo

He might not be too interested in fashion matters but he heard you talk about seasonal colors and undertones and, after a 3 week long intensive exam, he came to the conclusion.

By the time he has the ring he figured he could have just asked you.

What you two found on an adventure is now your engagement ring

Beidou

The idea to propose only came to her mind when her crew was digging around a treasure they found at sea, the pearls, golden coins and different gems spilled over the floor, one of her crew grabbed a showy ring and acted as if he was proposing to his friend.

That caused her to howl at them while laughing “ Getting married before your capitan? Aren't you two gutsy?” And she chugs her beer. Next morning as they arrive to voyage and she stands close to you her whole crew starts whistling and yelling to show them the ring.

Bennett

(he is doing his best)

His dads often tease him about getting big and already having a lover. Even as he tries to escape his embarrassment he gets trapped in the arms of his fathers and told stories of their youth.

When one of them mentions proposing to his late wife with a ring he found in a chest, it particularly stuck with him, when you ask them why bennett has been adventuring so much lately they just smile as if it was an inner joke.

Honorable mentions

Wanderer

Be it the teachers of his classes, classmates, the dancers of the grand bazaar or even lesser lord kusanali everyone wore golden jewelry or accessories, EVEN HIMSELF! Don't blame him too much when if he defaults to gold for anything

Alhaitham

He proposes to your privately and the next morning he takes you ring shopping to make sure you love it and can make adjustments for your ring size and add or take away anything that isn't quite perfect in your eyes before the announcement to your friends.

Insist it's because he wanted this to be a bonding moment but you got the lightest idea he just didn't want to risk it being wrong

#genshin impact #gi #kaeya x reader #kaeya genshin #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #childe x reader #genshin childe #neuvillete x reader #itto x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader #albedo x reader #beidou x reader #bennett x reader #wanderer x reader #alhaitham x reader

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sluttywonwoo · 8 months

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collision [part two] || h.js

pairing: virgin!fratboy!han jisung x best friend!reader

summary: jisung's fraternity brothers decide to pool their money and surprise him with a stripper for his birthday! nice gesture and all, but that stripper just so happens to be his best friend...

warnings: swearing, feelings, smut (18+ mdni)

additional warnings: m first time, grinding, boob sucking, f masturbation, protected sex, multiple orgasms

word count: 3.7k

-> read part one here

Jisung doesn’t know what this means. He doesn’t know if it means anything. You’re horny, he’s horny. Maybe you’re under the impression that you’re using each other as a means to an end. He’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to ruin the moment. What’s happening now is good and he should enjoy it while it’s happening, especially if it’s the only time this is happening. Jisung tries not to think about that (very likely) possibility, though, and focus instead on the feeling of your lips on his neck.

You’re working his denim jacket off of his shoulders as you kiss your way down the column of his throat. You’re already topless, obviously. Jisung has been trying not to think too much about how he could feel your nipples through his shirt ever since you first sat on his lap and pressed your chest against his.

You’re careful not to drop the jacket on the floor, which Jisung appreciates. You’ve heard him complain about how hard they are to wash and you of all people know how disgusting frat houses can be. You, of course, had just done part of your routine on the floor but Jisung supposes that’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make in your line of work. You’ll shower later anyway. Maybe you’ll ask him to shower with you-

“Can you sit up a little?”

Your voice startles Jisung out of his train of thought. He lifts his head to look at you, blinks twice, and does as instructed, leaning forward so that you can tug his T-shirt over his head.

“Is this still okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, yeah this is great,” he breathes out.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

He expects to feel self-conscious about being shirtless in front of you in this context but he doesn’t. Maybe it’s because he’s been shirtless in front of you in other contexts or maybe it’s because you’re looking at him like you want to devour him. He’s willing to bet that it’s the latter.

His shirt joins his jacket on an adjacent chair. You run a hand down his torso, then each of his arms, admiring his body with your lips slightly parted like you’re surprised by what you see. All of the lifting he’s been doing with Chris and Changbin must be paying off.

He shivers under your touch, which seems to break the little spell you’d been under, making you smirk.

“You can touch me, you know.”

Jisung realizes his hands have been stuck attached to your hips since you first put them there several minutes ago, while yours have been in his hair, cupping his face, feeling him up. Ugh, why was he so bad at this? He nods, sliding one of his hands up your back. His fingers trace your spine, palm resting on one of your shoulders. He isn’t really sure what he should do next. What usually happens next? He’s watched porn, a bunch of porn, what did the actors do after making out?

Rationally, Jisung knows porn isn’t an accurate reflection of reality. But he doesn’t have much else to go off of.

You stop kissing his neck and sit up to catch your breath and Jisung realizes the answer is staring him in the face, literally.

“Can I, uh, can I use my mouth?” he asks.

“Fuck, yes,” you sigh. “You can do whatever you want.”

Jisung gulps and nods absently, eyes transfixed on your chest. He feels kind of silly as he sticks his tongue out and laves it over one of your nipples like he’s trying a new flavor of ice cream but you seem to like it. You gasp and jolt a little which encourages Jisung to keep going. He tests out a couple of different methods to see what you like the best, eventually settling on a pattern of sucking and flicking that has you whimpering his name in his ear.

He doesn’t want to forget about your other boob so after a minute or so he switches, replicating the motions with his thumb on the first one. He isn’t sure how much time passes. It could be minutes, it could be hours. All he knows is that he could do this forever. It doesn’t matter how much time has passed because he’s the happiest he’s ever been with your tits in his mouth.

“Ji,” you whisper, getting his attention by tugging on his hair.

He reluctantly pulls away with a pout. “What?”

“Kiss me again.”

Oh. Well, he could do that too. He melts into you all over again when you press your lips to his. It’s sloppier this time, both of you drunk off the other. When he pulls away, he notices the way your lips shimmer with something sparkly. It’s glitter, he realizes. Body glitter. You always wear it for your shifts. He’d sucked it off of your boobs and now his lips and chin must be covered with it too. Like a reverse vampire.

“‘This is the skin of a killer, Bella,’” you quote, running your thumb across his lips to collect some of the glitter. It was like you had read his mind. Maybe you really were Edward Cullen. “I hope this is safe to consume,” you add.

Jisung shrugs. “Something’s gotta kill me someday.”

Instead of telling him off like you usually would, you stick your thumb in your mouth and suck, also swallowing some of the glitter. It was like you were saying if he was going to die, you were going to die with him. He thinks the gesture is very poetic of you, albeit stupid.

But he figures body glitter has to be relatively harmless so he doesn’t feel too concerned about it.

You lift yourself off of his lap so that he’s able to unbutton and wriggle out of his jeans. He puts them with his other clothes, leaning over to be able to reach the chair you’d chosen. He’s not sure whether or not you want him to take off his underwear yet so he keeps them on, looking back to you for further instruction.

“You can take them off,” you say. “I’ll take mine off too but before I do, do you want me to suck your dick?” you ask, kneeling in front of him.

“No, no no,” he replies hurriedly, pulling you back to your feet. “I already know I’m not going to last very long. I don’t want to put myself at an even greater disadvantage.”

You snort. “Suit yourself.”

“But can I-” he pauses.

“What?”

“Can I eat you out, though?”

“You want to eat me out on your birthday?”

“Well, yeah,” he pushes his bottom lip out into a pout, making you chuckle and kiss him again, sucking on his lip to get him to moan into your mouth.

“This is supposed to be about you, though,” you point out.

Jisung doesn’t know how to admit that wanting to eat you out is about him. He doesn’t know how to tell you that it’s something he’s fantasized about for years now, that it would be the (second) best birthday present you could ever give him. He can’t say any of that without confessing to his big fat crush on you so he lets it go.

“Okay,” he concedes.

“Next time, though?” you suggest as you bend over to take your thong off, making his eyes nearly pop out of his head at both the sight and the words coming out of your mouth.

Next time? There was going to be a next time? Jisung doesn’t know what kind of face he’s making but you must think he’s still sulking because you start to make a deal with him.

“I’ll tell you what, if you want it that bad, you can eat me out once the clock strikes midnight when it’s not your birthday anymore. We can leave your little party early if that’ll make you happy. But for now, you can have a taste, if you want.”

Jisung watches you spread your legs and slip two fingers inside of yourself. You sigh in relief and curl them upward, getting yourself even wetter for him. He already has his mouth open, (in shock) waiting, when you sit back on his lap. This time, he can feel your arousal on his bare thigh and it makes his cock twitch against the waistband of his boxers.

You push your dripping fingers into his mouth, nodding approvingly as he sucks them clean. He moans around them, taking them deeper until your knuckles are brushing his lips. He wishes he could somehow deepthroat them but your fingers are only so long. You retract them far too soon for Jisung’s liking but he knows you need to move on if he’s going to get fucked and make it to his party before it ends.

“Wow, Ji. You’re a little slutty, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know I would be,” he laughs breathlessly. “You bring it out of me.”

You put a hand over your heart. “I’m flattered. Now take your underwear off.”

Right. He had forgotten about that part. He had been distracted. You hover over his thighs as he slips out of his boxer briefs and tosses them to the side. He doesn’t care where they land. Underwear is easy to wash and who knows how many times Jisung has stumbled acros someone else’s boxers in this godforsaken fraternity house.

“Didn’t know you were so desperate to get in my pants,” he jokes.

You tilt your head to the side with a small smile he doesn’t know how to read. “Can’t you feel how wet I am?”

To punctuate your point, you grab his dick and lower yourself enough to run the head through your slick folds. It’s a rhetorical question so he knows you aren’t expecting an answer but he gives you one anyway, sputtering out a “y-yes, holy shit!” in response.

Your hand is so warm and still a little wet from Jisung’s saliva and it feels perfect around his cock. He’s so fucked. You can’t help stroking his dick up and down a few times just to tease him, smirking as he tenses underneath you and grits his teeth in an attempt to stay in control of himself.

Thankfully, you relent. “I’m going to get a condom now, okay? I’ve always got some in my bag.”

Jisung doesn’t realize he’d had his eyes closed until he feels your weight disappear from his lap. He wonders when he shut them.

You’re already on the other side of the room, bent over the bag you had gotten the speaker out of. The fact that you carry condoms in your work bag is interesting to Jisung. A lot of your rules implied that the people you... service don’t interact with you much at all. But they say there are exceptions to every rule...

There had to have been times when you were just as attracted to the client as they were to you, right? But have you ever acted on that? He shouldn’t ask. It’s none of his business. He is curious, though.

You return with a foil packet in one of your hands and offer it to him.

“Would you like to do the honors?”

Jisung takes the condom and rips the packaging open with his teeth. You look impressed, which is a relief because he’s not sure if he’ll put it on correctly and he needs that buffer of you being turned on by something he’s done if he’s about to embarrass himself. He’s practiced putting condoms on before but never with an audience. His hands are shaking as he guides it down the shaft and he can feel you watching intently. It dawns on him that not only are you watching him struggle with something so simple, you’re also looking at his dick. Do you like what you see? Is he smaller than you were expecting? Uglier? He knows dicks aren’t exactly pretty but he didn’t think his was anything remarkable on either side of the spectrum.

The longer he spends trying to roll it on, the more he feels panic building in his stomach so he decides he needs to say something to ease the tension, to shift your attention away from this pathetic little display.

“Have you ever fucked one of your clients?”

God damn it.

You shake your head adamantly. “Never.”

“So I get to be the first one?” he asks happily.

“You’re not my client,” you remind him. “So that rule is still intact.” He pouts. “Unless you want me to call, what’s his name... Chris? In here.”

Jisung narrows his eyes at you as you climb back onto his lap. “That’s a joke, right?”

“Yes, Ji. It’s a joke.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“I know I am,” you scoff, then take him by the shoulders. “Still sure about this?”

“Yes, yeah, I’m sure,” he assures you, nodding. You take his cock in your hand again and position yourself above it. “Just-”

You freeze, eyes wide. “Just what?”

“Can you kiss me? As you put it in?”

Jisung doesn’t hear how romantic the request sounds until he says it out loud but he had only asked because he’s afraid he’ll make an embarrassing noise or worse, confess his love to you, if his mouth isn’t occupied when you do sink down onto him.

Thankfully, you don’t question it and do as he asked as you, kissing him deeply as you slip the head inside of you. Jisung lifts his hips slightly to push himself into you a bit more. You gasp against his lips.

“Sorry, are you okay?” he asks through grit teeth.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just give me a second to adjust.”

“Shit, sorry. I should have fingered you first or something,” he mutters.

He feels so stupid. How could he forget something so important? Of course, grinding and your own fingers wouldn’t be enough to prepare you for the real thing. He hadn’t even stretched you out at all.

“No, I wasn’t thinking,” you laugh. “I just wanted your dick so bad and I’m so wet I thought I’d be fine... but you’re huge.”

“Wha- am I?”

“Yeah, dude, are you kidding me?” you laugh, still sounding strained. “I knew you had to be big but- stop smirking!”

“I can’t help it!” he cries defensively, covering his mouth with his hand so you can’t see it anymore. “Come on, you’d react the same way.”

You roll your eyes. “I guess.”

“Don’t even lie- god, fuck!”

You had taken that exact moment to sink down further on his length, probably to get back at him. It worked, obviously.

“What were you saying?” you taunt, raising yourself momentarily before dropping all the way down this time.

“I don’t remember,” Jisung groans.

“That’s what I thought.”

It takes everything in Jisung not to blow the instant he feels your hips flush with his the first time. He’s heard guys complain about condoms before, whining about how they can barely feel anything through the latex, but they must have the smallest dicks in the world because he can feel everything.

Obviously, he knows fucking raw must feel better to some extent, but this is pretty damn good.

You must think so too because you can’t keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time. You can’t stop kissing him either, pressing your lips against his mouth, then his jaw, his neck, anywhere you could reach. He wishes he could kiss you back but all he can do is sit there and take it. All of his concentration, all of his energy, is being put into lasting as long as possible, lasting long enough to make it good for you too.

“You feel so good,” you compliment, murmuring the words into his skin.

“Not as good as you,” he whispers back.

He’s not sure if he’ll make you cum but he wants to try so he snakes one of his hands between your bodies and starts feeling around for your clit, assuming he’ll know when he finds it. He has to be way off because you grab his wrist and direct him to it after a few seconds of mindless searching.

“Here?” he asks.

“Mhm, right fucking there. Just rub in gentle circles and you’ll get me to cum in no time. A little less pressure- o-oh fuck...”

Some of the tension leaves your body and you rest more of your weight on Jisung as he moves his fingers in the way you’d told him to. He takes it as a good sign and keeps going.

You try to maintain some semblance of a rhythm as you bounce on his lap but the added stimulation on your clit makes it difficult. Jisung tries to help but he doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

You’re a little too gone to guide him but he doesn’t mind. He can figure it out. Probably. He’s not any better off, mind completely clouded with thoughts of you, you, you. He’s wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long, that it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening and almost impossible to focus on anything else.

“You’re going to- Jisung, you’re going to make me cum,�� you whimper.

“I am?”

“Yes, I’m so close please don’t stop!”

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop after you cum the first or the second time. He just fucks you until you’re digging your nails into his back and clenching around him so tight that he can’t stave off his own orgasm any longer. It goes on for what feels like forever. His vision goes white and his ears start ringing and he only knows you came again because his back starts stinging with fresh scratches.

You’re boneless when he regains his sight and feeling in his legs.

“Are you okay?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I’m fantastic.”

Jisung laughs. “I was okay?”

“Okay? You were incredible. Seriously. Best fuck of my life.”

He doesn’t know how true that statement is, figures your judgment is a little lacking in your post-nut haze but he decides not to question it. If you say he was the best fuck of your life he’s going to take your word for it.

“Was it good for you?” you ask.

“Oh my god, yeah of course,” he assures you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better first time. Thank you, again, by the way.”

You sit up a little and cup his face with your hands. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s not like I was just doing you a favor. I wanted it too.”

He sighs. “I know but-”

“Jisung. I feel the same way. I’ve wanted this too.”

He stares at you. “What?”

You stare back at him. “When we were... you know. You said you’ve wanted this for so long?”

“I said that out loud?” he gasps. “Wait, is that... is that what made you cum the first time?”

You duck your head, suddenly shy. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god. You like me too?”

You smack him on the arm. “Yes, idiot. I can’t believe you haven’t noticed.”

“But you never told me! You dated other people!”

“Because you never made a move!”

“Because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship!” he looks away for the next part. “And because I was scared you didn’t feel the same way. How was I supposed to know?”

“Ji, why else would I have stayed and offered to give you a lap dance after figuring out it’s you, my best friend, that I’m supposed to be dancing for? It’s because I like you as more than a best friend!”

“That can totally be a best friend thing!” he argues.

“In what world?!”

“I don’t know! It’s my birthday, don’t yell at me!”

Your eyes widen with panic and realization. “Oh shit, your party!”

“That was the longest thirty minutes ever,” Minho comments loudly as you and Jisung walk into the foyer together. He’s smug as he claps Jisung on the back but is ultimately ignored because everyone else is already swarming the two of you to wish your best friend a happy birthday.

You and Jisung had rushed to get dressed and make yourselves presentable after remembering why you were there in the first place, promising each other that you would talk about the serious stuff later.

“Yeah, are we getting charged extra for that?” Chris asks you under his breath, having pulled you both aside. He checks his watch and grimaces at how much time has actually passed since he left you with his friend.

“No, no, it’s on the house,” you assure him with a wink.

“Thank god. We don’t have the budget for that. Oh, but you know, Felix, another one of our brothers, has a birthday tomorrow. Are you doing anything?”

Jisung interjects before you can answer for yourself. “She’s busy.”

Chris looks back and forth between the two of you, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Um, yeah, I’m not available tomorrow,” you stutter, giving Jisung a what the fuck side-eye. “Sorry.”

“Okay, well, if your schedule clears up, Jisung should bring you by. Not to work, just as a guest.”

“I’ll try to make it,” you promise.

Chris gives you a thumbs-up and disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with Jisung again. He’s sure his other fraternity brothers will find him soon enough, though, and drag him off to do shots or something.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cockblock a work opportunity,” he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I don’t think cockblock is the right word to use there,” you scoff.

“I think it is if I was thinking with my cock,” he shoots back. “I just wanted to have you to myself for twenty-four hours, is that okay?”

And maybe he also didn’t want another one of his brothers getting a birthday lap dance from you so close to his birthday. Sue him.

You smile and kiss him on the cheek. “Of course. Anything for my birthday boy.”

Your birthday boy. Jisung likes the sound of that. But to be fair he likes the sound of anything if it means he gets to be yours.

apologies for the delay but lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

#collision #collision ii #stray kids smut #skz smut #han smut #han jisung smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #han x reader #han jisung x reader #stray kids x female reader #han x female reader

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peachypinkygloss · 9 months

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hello! for the 2k celebration: how about brothers bff!jk x reader (where jk has had a crush on Jimin’s big sis foreverrrrrr & now that they’re older he wants her to see him as a man) <3 all I can think of is seven jk w his tattoos & hair & abs!!! anyways happy 2k 💖💖💖 MWAH

thank you so much!! 💕 mwah 💋 x

big boy

You finally fall for Jungkook's charms.

pairing: brother's best friend!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: brother's best friend au

warnings: implied age gap, jk's needy but also kind of cocky??, she touches his abs lol, 600 words.

a.n.: ok like HE'S NEEDy but this is how i like it 😏 laundromat jk is my fav 🤞🏻

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"Jungkook," you say his name a bit in a scolding way, but the smile gracing your features tells otherwise. You pull your clothes out of the drier, folding them neatly on top of the machine before dropping them in your basket. "I don't know, it's... it's not-"

He interrupts you as you stay indecisive, his eyes round and so, so filled with hope. He helps you fold your clothes while you're talking together. This time he stops after having dropped your folded jeans in the basket, gently grabbing your bicep to make you face him.

"Just... why not?" He softly asks, your eyes finally meeting him. You still haven't folded the piece of clothing you're holding, but you look at him anyway. "One date, that's it! Nothing more if you don't want to, but if you want... you know I wouldn't mind," he grins and you can't help but do the same.

You sigh, defeated, because there's really nothing holding you back other than yourself. You would like to, but you keep overthinking.

"But what happens after? You'll still be friends with Jimin and..." You bite down on your lip, stopping mid-sentence, not sure what you're worrying about exactly.

The past, maybe. The implications, the consequences, how you'll see yourself after that. Things with Jungkook started being different when you came back for the summer break. You haven't seen him in years because you were studying abroad and seeing him again is, to say the least, special.

Jungkook is someone very loyal, he stayed in contact with your brother and made plans the minute he knew Jimin was back in town for the summer.

The loyalty he has for your brother you would have never noticed it before, but now it does something to you. You like it, you like that he doesn't forget years of friendship, that it still means a lot to him.

"And what? Jimin's a big boy," Jungkook justifies. "And so am I," he adds, making you smile. He is a big boy, that's for sure. "We'll handle it."

You look into his eyes when he says those words, staring back at you with a serious expression. He often laughs, but you know it when he speaks seriously, like right now.

You think for a moment, a short moment, comparing the pros and cons. You realize the cons are just things you worry could happen, that you're not even sure they would end up being true. Thinking twice, you don't think it's worth it to rely on the cons.

"The real question is... can you handle me?" You flirt and Jungkook surely likes this.

He smirks, his eyes looking at you up and down. Before, he would have responded no, that he can't handle you, that you're too good — too much — for him.

But now, heck yes he can.

He steps closer and takes your right hand, a stupid little grin on his face. "Can you..." He begins, passing your hand under his tank top, your fingers brushing against his abs. "Handle that?"

You're surprised, but you appreciate how he's blunt with you, not scared at all to shoot his shot. You voluntarily don't take your hand away immediately, though you remember you're not exactly in a private place.

"Jungkook!" You scold, but still giggle it off.

"Don't reject me," he pouts, and he genuinely looks sad.

You sigh again, knowing you don't really want to refuse his proposition. You enjoy his presence, he's funny and he always manages to make you laugh even when you're not feeling well.

He's an adult and so much more mature than other guys your age. He's attractive, so kind and attentive. He's a good man and Jungkook's right, it doesn't matter what others will think — aka Jimin.

"Okay. Go for a date."

#🍑 [drabble game]#requests #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook drabble #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook imagines

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jymwahuwu · 1 year

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okay hi i’m new here and i was wondering if 1.) i could be 🍧 anon. and 2.) i was hoping to request yandere!jing yuan with a fem!reader who and yes this goes back to another rq you did of jing who kept spamming and calling reader to do the naughty, becomes super fed up with his shit and starts avoiding him irl. as like, she’s avoiding him and what have you, the texts- calls- and pictures all get progressively more frequent, until you’re basically waking up to pictures of him laying in bed w/o a shirt or, a pic of him after he gets ready- asking if you like his outfit and think he looks good.

but like reader becomes so annoyed that she tries blocking him, changing her number, avoiding him, and he only takes it as motivation to keep up his antics because he KNOWS how flustered it makes you, and he isn’t going to stop. but now he’s becoming slowly more creepy to the point he calls you and says “oh hey bby i’m on my way over 😘 leave the door unlocked for me”

anyways— thanks if you get the chance to do this request! i love ur work and can’t wait to see more from you!

related content: yan! jing yuan keeps spamming you and calling you

thanks for your encouragement! sure u can be 🍧 anon! visiting your house is really creepy lmaooo is there any way to stop him?

TW: yandere, non-con, harassment, looks like delusional but he's not delusional, somehow super lucid

Oh this is going to happen someday, you have all the desperate attempts to stop Jing Yuan- block him, keep changing numbers, check yourself on the street if you are being followed, and walk into the crowd. What you get are messages from [new number] praising your stunts (for avoiding him) and telling you that he really wants you to bend over if it's not in public. There's even something like "[photos 2], [photos 9], [voice message 2:16]". A large number of explicit texts and photos to lure your desire.

You look for a button to turn off message notifications, but somehow there's no way, just like you can't hang up those calls. You believe that your mobile phone has been hacked, but that is the power of Xianzhou technology, what ability do you have to refuse…?

Today's a weird but good day - you didn't see [new messages 42], nor were you distracted by morning and late-night phone calls leading you to surreptitiously watch porn. You're at home enjoying the peace of mind while sipping your favorite drink and watching space TV. However, halfway through the show, you receive a call from the general.

"Huh?" You were a little numb.

"Oh hey baby I'm on my way over!" There was a cheerful voice over there, which brought a bit of sunshine compared to the previous low voice. "Remember to leave the door unlocked for me-" You didn't hold it steady for a few seconds, and the drink in your hand spilled out - what does it mean? Jing Yuan on the way to your house?

"Wait… what?!" The call was over. You opened the chat history with your trembling fingertips, there was indeed a message last night saying "Baby here has a surprise for you tomorrow so we can have a good time (♡˙︶˙♡)"

What follows is your choice, but with the same consequences. You can leave the house temporarily, or stay in the house but lock the door and put a stick or something on the door handle. Leaving the house will only be caught by him like a kitten and brought home under the shocked eyes of everyone. And the option to lock the door, you're so naive, aren't you? Jing Yuan rings the door bell first and tells you "baby your dear boyfriend is here". After getting no response, the general murmured that he was lucky to have your spare key, and you who eavesdropped behind the door covered your mouth to suppress the screaming - how could he have your house key? Seeing that the door handle was stuck, Jing Yuan casually smashed the door handle with a relaxed smile on his face.

It's like a surreal nightmare for you now with an immersive live-action experience.

"Baby, I'm home. Are you eager?" He put his hands around your waist and lifted you off the ground. This is the first thing Jing Yuan does after entering your home. No matter how flustered and annoyed you are, asking him to put you down, the general will hold your waist tightly, feeling your breath contentedly. It takes a full minute before you get back to the ground.

Jing Yuan tries to act like a thoughtful boyfriend, cuddling with you on the couch watching a show (ignoring your struggle in a huff, stroking your boobs), giving you teahouse's popular drink (and throwing the original drink). There's a raised tent rubbing your butt, and you writhe in embarrassment.

General's plan for you is a sweet date at home, and… a sex marathon! He already told you how to pamper you, right? He started holding your cheek and kissing you affectionately and slowly, even as you whined with your eyes closed and pushed his chest with tears. He shudders as the cock buries into your warm and tight walls. It was better than he'd ever imagined in any call. You whimper "no", "this is too big", "I don't want to…" Jing Yuan shushes you, tells you you are adorable, stretches you unhurriedly with his dick.

Even though your house is small for him, Jing Yuan sees this as a lovely bird house. He starts fucking you all over the house, from bumping you on the dining table to overstimulating you and forcing you to squirt on the bed. If you have a balcony or a garden, Jing Yuan even considers taking you out to tease you a little. Of all the furniture, his favorite is your little bathtub. After being exhausted, Jing Yuan puts you in a bathtub filled with warm water and bubbles for you to relax, just like a responsible boyfriend would do. After taking a bath, he knew that you might not be able to walk by yourself now, so he carried you to the bed. He changes you into a pajamas patterned with furry animals. He loves doing these sweet things for you!

General pats you on the back, gently wiping away your tears. Your screaming isn't getting any help. You can only whine, sob, and sniff - until... you hyperventilate and fall asleep. He knows it's a packed schedule for a first date, so it's understandable that you'd be overwhelmed.

He took a picture of your sleeping face, clasped his fingers with you, and fell asleep together. There will be more sweet dates in the future. You will get used to it, right?

#alani.answers #[💌.from🍧]#yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere hsr x reader #yandere jing yuan x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

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gojossocks · 7 months

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Gossips and Convenience Stores

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Summary: just some jjk first years gossiping lmao. Implied that Geto didn’t turn batshit crazy and killed a lot of people.

a/n: this is probably an epilogue to a series I’ve been wanting to write for a while. lmk if you guys liked it ! <33

“I wonder when Gojo-sensei will ask Y/N-sensei out.” Nobara asks, before taking a bite of her onigiri.

Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi were all sitting together in an empty parking lot outside a convenience store, something that has become a routine after a tiring mission.

It’s midnight. Most of the diners are closed and the only store open was the 7/11, just a few blocks away from Jujutsu High.

“It’s kinda annoying,” She continued. “Every time I see that damned teacher around her, he gets more annoying. That’s a given since he’s more annoying than when he’s with Geto-sensei. If that’s his way of flirting then I don’t think he could ever pull her.”

Megumi snorts at Nobara’s keen observation. “I’m surprised you noticed that.”

She rolls her eyes before glaring at Megumi, “How could I not? Even our principal notices it. Hell, even Yuuji knows it. Right?!” She turned to look at Yuuji, who shrugged mindlessly while eating his noodles.

“I don’t know, he does talk about her all the time. Whenever I ask what’s their history or whatever, he says they were long time friends.”

Megumi snorted at the statement, earning a look from his classmates.

“What’s that look you got, Fushiguro?” Nobara accuses him. He replies with a hum.

Nobara sighs before clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I know you know a lot about those two because Maki-san told me you basically grew up with having them around. Besides, he always asks you to bring pizza for Y/N-sensei. I think it was an unrequited thing, don’t you think? I mean she’s way out of his league if you ask me.” She says confidently.

Megumi knew that this was bound to happen but he never thought that he would have to explain the situation this early. He really hates it when people gossip about his life— and that extends to Y/N. He met Satoru and Y/N when he was 6 years old. Most of his childhood, he and Tsumiki stayed with the Gojos.

“They used to be together.” Megumi mumbles, looking down at his shoes. He then looks up at his friends when the both of them yell ‘HUH?!’ in unison. He couldn’t blame them though. Satoru and Y/N’s acting skills as if they were never together in the first place really fooled a lot of people, especially the people who don’t know anything about them.

“Yeah,” He says, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Megumi takes a sip from his pepsi, in hopes to escape Nobara and Yuji’s interested gaze. “They’re marrie— could you both shut up for a bit?” He grumbles in annoyance.

Nobara scooches closer to Megumi. “Oh my god, tell me everything.”

He rolled his eyes but continued anyway. “They were in an arranged marriage as far as I know. They were together for 8 years. I think they’ve known each other for much longer, though.”

“Oh he definitely fumbled the bag.”

Yuji stares at him with his mouth agape. His eyes suddenly widened as he dramatically gasped, “Is that why you accidentally called Y/N sensei ‘mom’ ?!”

Megumi feels blood rising from his cheeks. He quickly looks down at his shoes once more to prevent Nobara and Yuji from seeing him embarrassed. Both of them started giggling.

“So that means you call Gojo-sensei ‘daddy’ huh?” Nobara smirked at the onyx haired boy. Megumi chokes on his drink before muttering a ‘shut up, I don’t.’

“So why did they break up?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not really sure. They try to keep us out of their problems. Y/N just packed up one day and that was it. We kept in touch but she made me promise not to tell Gojo anything. Anyway, that’s it, stop questioning me.”

Nobara points a finger accusingly at the empty parking lot, “I bet he has commitment issues. Yeah, just by looking at him, he’s definitely the type to have one.”

“They have been together, for 8 years.” Megumi deadpans.

“Damn, adults are complicated.” Yuuji whines. “They’d look great together though.”

“He still fumbled! I bet my new perfume on that. To be honest, I don’t really see Y/N sensei with him. He seems chaotic enough as he is.”

“That’s a little harsh.”

“Well, she tolerates us,” Yuji adds, “Besides I don’t think Gojo-sensei will ask her out. Earlier, I saw Y/N-sensei on a date. I just forgot to tell you guys.”

Even Megumi doesn’t know that.

“What?!” Nobara exclaims, standing up. “C’mon, it’s 2 am. I need to get my beauty rest. I’ll get the Y/N and Gojo lore this week. I can’t wait to interview Geto-sensei!”

“That’s invading their privacy.” Megumi sighs.

Nobara and Yuuji kept asking Megumi questions, theorizing and pestering each other. The three of them talked (read: argue) on the way home, too engrossed in the mystery of Gojo and Y/N’s relationship.

Meanwhile they fail to notice their teacher casually leaning on the wall beside the convenience store, chuckling at his students’ curiosity.

Gojo shakes his head before heading off to god knows where.

gojo u naughty boi why are u out at 2 am wanna read more?

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 22 days

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me: i'd like a little chaggie angst in my life.

me: nothing major. no blood or screaming or anything like that.

me: maybe something that could slot into canon without much trouble? something quiet. something sad. a small gut punch, is what im after

my brain: On in boss! Give me a sec.

my brain: .....

my brain: Okay how about this- Charlie was so hyped and determined to have Vaggie come with for the heaven trip not just bc they're partners, but also because- Charlie was gonna propose.

me: .... why would she propose? and in heaven? aside from it just being a nicer less gory place in general, i mean

my brain: Well Charlie was super excited about the trip, right? She thought there was a good chance they'd win their case, confirm Angel Dust's path to redemption, show their hotel could work, and prove the exterminations aren't needed and should stop. That's HUGE! That's her and Vaggie's current life goal getting checked off- and if they can stick together through making a hotel for redeeming sinners work, then marriage is kinda just yelling that for everyone to hear.

me: wouldn't charlie be freaked out by marriage tho. her parents are separated, and her family fell apart for while afterwards. she's only just started picking up the pieces with vaggie

my brain: EXACTLY!!! Vaggie got her talking with her dad, talking with him got him kinda onboard with the save sinners plan- the plan Charlie is trying to make her mom proud with! So her mom and dad aren't together, but they're least on the same page now! As far as Charlie knows anyway. Meaning them being married had REASONS behind it, reasons that haven't gone away even after they separated- so it's not like them being married to each other was for nothing or a mistake. It was good! It can still end good! And having Vaggie in her life is what helped all of that happen in the first place. Soooooo....

me: marry that girl?

my brain: Charlie was expecting her and Vaggie to get a great win up in heaven, together, as partners. What better time and place to say how much she wants to keep doing that with her?

me: hmm

my brain: Plus if Angel Dust got the green light for an eventual move to heaven, having the wedding before then would be kinda important if they wanted to be SURE he could be there for it. And Charlie would DEFINITELY want Angel there for it.

me: true, true.... so, what are we picturing here tho? how does all this... become a thing i can feel sad over?

my brain: Well first, imagine Charlie planning it. Being exited for it.

me: oh she'd be so very excited

my brain: Imagine her the entire time they're headed to and are up in heaven, checking her pocket whenever no one's looking, triple checking on the ring, grinning to herself- physically straining under the urge to just blurt everything out to Vaggie like she usually does BUT wanting SO MUCH for this to be a special surprise for Vaggie!

my brain: She goes on the heaven tour while Vaggie stays behind, and Charlie's a little relieved to get a break from the constant urge to get down on one knee whenever she looks over at her girlfriend- she spends the whole tour of heaven gushing about Vaggie, barely taking in the sights- maybe even lets slip, to her HORROR, what she's planning to ask (a beaming Emily SWEARS not to say a word)

Getting back to their room Charlie has to spend ten minutes pacing outside, muttering to herself and checking the ring and REMINDING herself NOT to just pull it out the moment she walks in and sees Vaggie again after a whole two hours apart- She goes in, buzzing with pent up marriage proposal energy, not sure she WON'T just say it all right then and there, and...

Vaggie's curled up on the bed, asleep, luggage open next to her and one of Charlie's spare shirts tucked around her like a blanket, a small stressed frown on her face as she naps.

Charlie melts. She takes a slow deep breath, lets out a long happy sigh, and tip toes quietly over. She does get down on one knee- to be on a level with Vaggie so she can smile at her and stroke her hair and smooch that pinchy frowny face, chuckling softly about how Vaggie never stops worrying about things, even in her sleep. At least Vaggie IS sleeping now. She hadn't gotten much of it, leading up to the trip here.

The ring is pulled out of Charlie's coat and slipped into pants pocket instead so Charlie can safely drape the coat itself over Vaggie, who's curled up as if Heaven's perfect temperature feels a bit chilly- and Charlie moves the luggage to make room on the the bed so she can snuggle in behind Vaggie, arms wrapped around her, maybe not able to resist playing with her girlfriend's left hand a little before dozing off herself.

Imagine Vaggie had been working up the courage to tell Charlie the truth when Charlie came back.... but she wakes up already safe in Charlie's hug, and it's- it'd be one thing to face Charlie across the room and see her turn away- it'd be another to FEEL her let go. Or to be the one who breaks the hold, maybe for the last time

So Vaggie doesn't tell Charlie.

And the trial goes, the way it goes, and Charlie- never tells Vaggie what she wanted to say either.

Instead of asking a question, Charlie gets answer, and they both find themselves on their knees in heaven- but for all the wrong reasons.

Then its bad. Charlie's up in their room alone with Razzle and Dazzle- and the RING- and she keeps trying to put it away or even chuck it out the window... but it always ends up tucked in her fist. Slipped safely back in her pocket.

In Cannibal Town, at Rosie's, when asked if she loves Vaggie, Charlie stumbles over her answer- not because she doesn't love her or doubt it, but.

She almost blurts out, at the worst moment- yes she loves Vaggie. She was even going to ask her to....

Everything all flies out the window back at the hotel gates.

They've got a fighting chance against heaven, hungry cannibals to arm with angelic steel, friends who chose to stay and FIGHT for their home and each other instead of running for cover- it's not what Charlie wanted but she'll damn well take it and she means to KEEP IT- there's no time to think about what the actual battle will be like or what (or if anything) comes after.

Charlie doesn't remember the ring again until days after the After.

At night in bed, after a long day doing more minor endless finishing touches to the new hotel (with Vaggie) and an evening writing out thank yous to everyone who helped hoping none of the overlords suddenly think of an extra cost to that help, rewording until her hand ached (and Vaggie took it gently and tugged her away with a "we'll finish them tomorrow, sweetie")

Charlie wakes up at night, in bed with Vaggie, and lays there staring up at the dark ceiling, frozen in panic- until she not frozen anymore but slipping out of bed and into carpeted middle of the room, hooves muffled as she paces, picking up KeeKee on the way and petting her frantically as she tries to THINK-

The ring, the fucking RING.

She doesn't know where the ring went.

Where she put it- still in her pocket when she was changing into her dress for the battle? Which pocket- pants or coat? Where had she put those- no one had bothered much with stuff like laundry when there were fortifications to be made! Not with Vaggie running daily drills on how to fight exorcists, not with Charlie scrambling to learn how to fight after a life of not ever wanting or needing to, but heaven had done those things to Vaggie, had hurt her, and wanted to do worse to their friends and Charlie would be DAMNED if-

had Charlie's one random set of clothes survived the blasts from the battle? Had they been sitting in the rubble somewhere? The ring- the ring should have made it- it'd been made to LAST after all-

Had someone else found it? She would've heard if anyone from the hotel had picked up a fancy ring though- a random cannibal or sinner maybe?

Or...

... maybe it was just lost. Just, gone.

Fallen in some crevasse or crack into some deeper part of hell, if it hadn't been melted and shattered with all the holy and unholy power being thrown around.

She knows exactly what that would look like, after all those times spent checking the ring, staring at it and trying to picture Vaggie wearing it without squeeing too loud. It would've looked good on her- but that daydream is gone too, and Charlie just sees the ruins of it.

Black obsidian band broken, gold edging melted, inner inscription burned away. The paired musical notes articulated with fermata like little rising suns above them (the pause, to be held as long as they wanted it to be) bracketed and bracketing the blood red, small, heart-shaped diamond....

All of it now probably just one dulled chip of rock lying somewhere no one will ever see.

Charlie, standing in the middle of her and Vaggie's new bedroom, staring at Vaggie asleep in their bed- her exhausted girlfriend planted face-fist into a pillow, silver gray angel wings flopped awkwardly over the covers and spreading out so long and slack (relaxed) they droop over mattress on either side, flight feathers brushing the floor.

The scars are still there too. Also silvery pale in the dim glow of hell outside the windows.

But when Charlie finally releases KeeKee and slips over to adjust Vaggie's pillow (she'd get a cricked neck otherwise) she has to stop and kneel down on the floor for a bit (down on one knee again too) and stare.

Vaggie's smiling in her sleep. Her eyepatch is off for the night, thin slit of black nothing peeking out under the lashes of that eye, and Charlie can see the fresh scars on her left arm from fighting off Lute.

Charlie, picking up Vaggie's left hand playing with it again, like she had up in heaven. Pressing a small kiss to the stab wound in it's palm.

It would've been nice to put on ring on that hand instead.

But Charlie finds herself smiling anyway, softly, as she squeezes into the thin strip of space between Vaggie and the edge of her side of the bed. She snuggles in close, Charlie's cheek on Vaggie's scarred hand and her arms wrapping tight around her own small piece of something way better than heaven.

Vaggie's wing stirring and drawing in, folding over Charlie like an extra blanket and a dreamy hug, not even having to be awake to want her closer.

"Next time," Charlie whispering as she falls asleep looking at her partner- her partner in every way that matters. "'m gonna wait for you to ask... 's your turn to worry about stupid rings, and, stuff...."

On the carpet in the middle of the room, KeeKee licks a paw. Stops. Coughs. Spits something out- something that chimes metallically as it bounces and rolls off the edge of the carpet an onto the floor-

KeeKee sniffs the thing curiously. Bats at it with one paw, pushing it under a dresser drawer. Then, bored, licks said paw and saunters off.

Vaggie's startled wings will fling herself backwards so hard and fast into the bedroom wall she'll end up giving herself a concussion, later, when she finds the ring.

it's her turn to worry about it, after all

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #au idea #silly headcanons #maybe?#fluff and sad and angst and fluff again #uhhhhh so charlie's day up in heaven!#can we make it Worse?#maybe... maybe......#maybe she'll still be okay afterwards anyway #if she has vaggie to snuggle with #<3

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brayneworms · 8 months

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c'mon, baby, you're my best fix | sampo koski

kinktober day three: dry humping

word count: 2.4k

content: dry humping, gender-neutral reader, silvermane guard!reader, hatesex elements, sex as stress relief, semi-public (alleyway), reader has been drinking but isn't implied to be intoxicated, dom!reader + sub!sampo (but he's implied to be a switch), elements of sadism + masochism, degradation, coming untouched.

♪ love in a trashcan - the ravenettes.

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

The biggest fucking lie anyone had told, ever, had come out of Sampo Koski's mouth that afternoon:

C'mooon. I can be good.

You know for a fact that this is a lie, because through no will of your own you have become quite well-acquainted with Sampo Koski, and if there's one thing you're sure of is that he has a physical aversion to doing what he's told.

He had been told, for example, the following many times: Leave me alone, Koski. You're a fucking creep, Koski. Stop conveniently walking by my workplace the very minute I finish my shift, Koski. No, you can't buy me a drink, Koski.

And yet he shows up anyway, like a bad penny, like a dog someone hadn't reprimanded harshly enough and had come sniffing around looking for scraps. Maybe you're too nice, but you sort of doubt it. You think it's more likely that Sampo likes when you talk down to him, which is a whole other can of worms that you're not remotely interested in opening.

"I get the feeling you're mad at me," comes that familiar simpering voice, sliding home into the booth opposite you. Sampo slumps forwards against the table with his face squished against his open palm, grinning that ever-present crescent-moon smile. Cut-jade eyes glimmer out at you through the half-light of the tavern. They always seem to be glittering, despite the absence of any real light. "It's this nagging feeling!" he continues gleefully, even when you glare at him. "This annoying but rather persistent voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that when you tell me to leave you alone, you actually mean it!" He gives a hearty laugh, toying with his flask of ale, and peers up at you through his stupidly thick lashes. "Still, I know it can't be true, considering what happened the other night."

Stupid alcohol. Stupid Sampo. Stupid, stupid you.

One day of weakness. Being a Silvermane Guard was never exactly easy work, but most days tended to be less harrowing than the one you'd had. Every lead you'd chased had slipped through your fingers, and your shift had ended abruptly when the brother of a victim you were seeking justice for had elbowed you to the ground in frustration and spat on you. Your superior wrestled him off you and told you to clock off early.

You supposed she was being kind, but it just made you feel more useless than ever. Boiling with anger and with nowhere to put it, you stormed to the nearest tavern with the intention of drowning your sorrows. Two cups of mead in, you'd gone outside to clear your head, and there he had been, lurking around like an alley cat, sharp eyes lingering on everyone who walked past. No doubt looking for his next easy target. You clear your throat pointedly, and he spins around. Surprise quickly melts into familiar delight.

"Captain, my Captain!" he trills, slinking over as he was wont to slink everywhere.

"Not a captain," you remind him for the fortieth time. "Why are you loitering around here, Koski?"

An affronted hand to his chest, as though clutching imaginary pearls. "Oh! Did they outlaw that, too? Going to cuff me and sling me in jail, hm?"

"Don't fuckin' tempt me," you grumble, tipping your head back against the wall of the tavern. "Can you hurry up and commit a crime in front of me, or something?"

Sampo grins. "Rough day?"

"You're not helping," you snip back, slightly unfairly. He isn't really doing anything more than hanging around being irritating. He slinks closer, slinks like he always does, like it's the only way he knows how to move. Oozing around like a toxic slime, draping himself against the wall just in front of you, arm braced against the brick behind your head.

"I could, though."

His forwardness is hardly a surprise. There isn't any danger of missing his meaning in the sleepy droop of his eyes, the lazy smile curling at his lips. Sampo is an incurable flirt to each and everyone—the thing is that most of the time it's part of the con. You know a few Silvermane Guards who have fallen into his charm and his bed that cut him a lot of slack where they really, really shouldn't.

Sampo Koski has friends everywhere, and that's what makes him so dangerous.

You know this. You have done for a while, especially because he'd been trying to worm his way into your bed for about as long as you'd known him. You resent the thought of him having any sort of power over you, though. There's no denying that he's attractive, and you've often wondered if he would be able to put his money where his mouth is, for lack of a better phrase. But handing over that amount of control to someone like Koski is just incurably stupid.

Because then you're trapped. Every time he'd catch your eye afterwards, they'd glimmer, and you'd know he was remembering your moment of weakness, inviting you to remember it too. Every time his eyes would rake down your body you'd know he'd be recalling when he'd seen it devoid of clothing, sweating, trembling. Every time he'd look at you, he'd know he'd already won.

Really, there's a very simple solution. Don't let him win.

"I bet," you breathe, meeting his eyes for once. You can see them widen slightly, his lips part in surprise before he makes a recovery from this most minuscule slip of his mask.

"Ohoho?" He lets out an irritating little laugh. "Gosh. Must have been a really rough day."

"I'd prefer it to get rougher."

Sampo's mouth splits into a wide grin, one almost fanatical in nature. "I should've pegged you as the type!" he gushes. "Why would anyone be nonsensical enough to join the Silvermane Guards unless they secretly enjoyed a little pain? Between you and me, Captain, I don't mind it either."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" you sigh. "Only a real masochist would so frequently try to get under my skin."

His lashes flutter. "I'm trying to get under much more than that, Captain."

You grab him by the front of his shirt and drag him down the alley beside the tavern. In the dusk light, the two of you slip into the shadows almost immediately, and you follow the narrow path down to the back of the tavern, where the noise of the street outside is quietened to a whisper. Sampo giggles behind you.

"What an exhibitionist you are," he says slyly. "I should've expected it from you, I guess. I guess—"

You plant two hands on his chest, shoving him back into the brick wall, and kiss him. His words flutter to a halt and he stifles a yelp of surprise against your mouth before his eyes squinch shut. His hands aren't shy, flying up to grip your waist, and you press yourself flush against him. He makes a whimpery noise into your mouth as your knee slots itself between his legs, pushing up. He runs hot, you can feel it even through his clothes, and it's a welcome immersion from the perpetual algidity of Belobog.

He grunts as he pulls away, and you take in the slightly glazed look in his eyes and the high colour in his cheeks with a tinge of gratification. "We don't have an awful lot of time," he says pseudo-apologetically. His hands fly to his belt, fingers working nimbly at the buckle. "I'm due somewhere in twenty—"

His voice stammers to a halt when your hand clamps down over his, stilling his fingers. Sampo blinks up at you, puzzled; the penny hasn't yet dropped, you suppose, even as you patiently pry his fingers away from his belt.

"What are you doing?" you ask bluntly. Sampo's lips part and he looks at you as though you're quite delusional.

"Ah... ahem?" He laughs nervously. "Is that a trick question?"

"No," you answer easily. "What are you doing?" Off his bewildered look—which you take the time to enjoy, considering how little you get to see anything but smug ostentation on his face—you shrug. "Oh, I see. That's what you thought this was? I take you into some... secluded little alley, and I get you off?"

Sampo's mouth drops open. "I—I would've—"

"Let's not delude ourselves," you interrupt, and push your knee up between his thighs again. He makes a high, shaky noise in the back of his throat, tipping his head back against the brick wall. "D'you really think you've earned that?"

"Hm?" Sampo swallows hard, the juts in his throat flexing. "I—"

"All you do is hang around bothering me," you hiss. "And you think... what, one well-timed innuendo is all it took for me to change my mind? If you want to get off, then get off." Your knee slides against him, the stiffening in his trousers, and he makes a rather pathetic noise.

"You're not serious," he gasps, cheeks flushed scarlet. His sleepy eyes are wider than you've ever seen them and trained frantically on you. "Come on, Captain, you can't mean that. W-what would you get out of it, even?" He tries for a smirk. "I promise, if you let the reliable Sampo get his hands on you, you won't regret—mmfph?"

Your fingers slip under the stupid windows flaring over his hips, gliding over the skin there. He runs so warm, and it's ridiculous considering Belobog's perpetual winter, as you curl your fingernails into the skin of the small of his back 'till it dimples and drag his hips painstakingly over the flat of your thigh.

This time, sweet as music, he doesn't talk. His mouth drops open and he lets out a shivering moan, gloved hands scrabbling on the brick wall behind him. "You really are serious," he says in disbelief even as his hips roll absently against your leg. A strained laugh escapes him as—finally—a painfully scarlet flush starts bleeding into his cheekbones. "I always knew you Silvermanes were crazy."

"Mm. Not all of them," you say quietly. "But I am. I'm pretty crazy."

Sampo shudders, one that worms its way slowly through his whole body, and then he drops his head against your shoulder. He smells nice, like smoke and mint, his hair soft as it brushes your skin. His hips move languidly against you, stuttering occasionally, unsure—until you flex the muscle of your thigh against him. A whimper breaks free, high and whiny like shattered glass.

"You're so cruel," he groans even as his body drags against your leg. You underestimated how overwhelming it would be; his breath in the hollow of your neck makes the skin there hot and clammy, and when he moans it goes right in your ear. You're certain he's exaggerating to get your resolve to weaken. Nobody actually sounds like that.

And you can feel him, hard and hot as a brand, pushing up against your leg. You shudder almost imperceptibly, because yes, yeah, you're wondering how he would feel inside you, but you can't—not tonight, you promise yourself as your teeth grit. Tonight isn't about that.

It's about winning.

"Please," Sampo grits out, turning his head so you can see slices of his moonstone eyes through the sweaty locks of hair. "I—nngh, oh—I want inside of you."

"Take it or leave it, Koski," you say, a bit too breathlessly for your liking. He shivers with a sulky noise, and the whole time, even as he talks his hips are rolling against your leg. He picks up speed as sweat starts rolling down his skin, as his hands scrabble over the brick and then fly out to grab your waist and haul you closer. His strength is ridiculous—but so is yours. You let yourself be pulled, feeling his mouth and teeth against your ear, the breathy noises spilled across your jaw.

"Oh—please, I'm close." His eyes blink up at you, wet and deceptively innocent. The look on his face is almost heartwrending. "I need you, anything—your hand, mouth, anything, I don't care, please—"

"You're going to cum in your pants against my leg like the dog you are," you spit, your hand fisting in the hair at the nape of his neck. He yelps, the flush on his cheeks darkening, eyes fluttering shut. "And you're gonna be grateful you even got that much."

Sampo moans, broken and high; his hips stutter against your leg as his hands curl into your waist so hard you're sure they'll leave bruises. But under the pleasure is a certain frustration, a sobbing sound as he cums and it sets your blood alight. You shiver with the delight of it.

The seconds that follow feel like victory.

Sampo peels away from you, stumbling back against the brick wall behind him. He's scarlet all the way down to his chest, his mouth agape and eyes wide and glittering with unshed tears as he uncomfortably adjusts his pants. They're dark and it's night, so he can probably get away with them until he gets the chance to go home and change, but the thought of him walking around in soiled underwear thrills you.

You probably are actually crazy. Sampo's annoying, but he's quite perceptive.

He clears his throat, shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Well. Erm. That was..." He swallows. "The great Sampo really got himself in a rather sticky situation this time, didn't I?"

"Poor choice of words," you supply, and he winces, flushing harder.

He clears his throat. "Like I said, I, erm, have somewhere to be. Nice catching up, though." He puts two fingers to his temple and flicks them into the air in a mock salute. You watch as he spins lazily on his heel, rolling his shoulders as he starts his walk back down the alleyway.

"By the way," he added, pausing a few feet away. "I certainly hope that wasn't your way of trying to dissuade me." Your eyebrows raise, and he grins; his canines are sharp, and you can see them flash when his lips peel back. "Well, be serious: once you feed a starving dog, it doesn't leave you alone, does it? It comes back for more. Maybe it even follows you home."

He leaves you with that, one last lingering look and an implication that has you burning more than anything that transpired in the last ten minutes.

You get the altogether not unpleasant feeling that this will be far from the last you see of Sampo Koski.

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