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makelemonade · 16 days

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Test Subject

Characters; Dottore x Female!Reader

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Warnings; 18+, insane probably horribly written smut, aphrodisiacs, non-consensual drugging, you're married to each other, slut-shaming tbh, degrading + slight praise, boob play, bondage, blowjobs, lots of mentions of cum, you're literally his test subject- hence the title, he has a fat cock, subtle ahegao, hentai moaning, fingering, several positions, overstimulation, rough sex, dumbification, oral sex, honestly idek what else just lemme know if i need to put something

Il Dottore was a hard working man; Always doing whatever he can to please his majesty, the Tsaritsa, and always helping out- even if it’s not by his own will- his coworkers.

But he’ll always work the hardest for you- his lovely wife.

He was working on some sort of machine down in his lab, and in full honesty, you were too hungry enough to ask what it was.

Well, you weren’t insanely hungry, but you were parched, and it’s not like you could go around and get food somewhere; You barely knew this castle and you were scared to run into one of the other Harbingers.

Hmm, maybe you could risk it- Childe could’ve been around somewhere and could’ve gotten you some water.

“What’s on your mind, dear?” Dottore asks, still looking down at his…project. He knew you so well. He

“I’m quite thirsty, my love.” You admit, sheepishly.

A smirk appears on Dottore’s face as he finally looks away from his project and at you; You were sitting on a steel table- almost like the ones for surgery- dangling your legs.

“I actually have a few drinks down here.”

He walked over to a shelf full of vials, some were full and some were empty. He scanned it for about a minute, until he made a noise, indicating he found what he was looking for. He grabbed two vials, walking back to you.

Handing them to you, you looked at them with hesitance. It was a light pink, but it didn’t look dangerous. It wasn’t bubbling, or smoking. It seemed like water but with food-colouring.

“It’s a sweet drink.” There was something behind his devilish smirk, and you couldn’t read it, but you trusted your husband and chugged both vials.

He just smiled. “Good girl,”

As much as you loved the praise, you were slightly confused, but decided to just let him continue working.

However, in the next few minutes, you noticed that you began too sweat. It was weird, given the fact this laboratory was insanely cold.

You took off your blanket, throwing it to the side, but that did not help, as in the next few minutes, you began to become hotter, to the point you were panting as if you were running a marathon.

You didn’t notice the subtle writing Dottore was doing in his book, and in the next few minutes, you found yourself becoming faint as you started to feel yourself completely aroused to the point it was seeping through your tight clothing.

You were letting out shaky breaths, everything being too hot for you and you laid back onto the steel, the cold table bringing you comfort for about a minute until it was too hot for you.

Your vision slightly blurry, you noticed Dottore now standing above you, his project long forgotten as you were now his new project.

“Dottore..” You breathed out, and he just smirked down at you before reaching under the table; There were straps under it, and you realized what was happening when one went around your waist.

“Dottore,” You breathed out again. “Did you- did you drug me?!” You panted, and he just laughed.

“I’ve been meaning to test the aphrodisiac out for a while now. I just needed a perfect time to use it on you.”

He started to unbutton your shirt and you whined, the touches of his cold fingers on your stomach making you heat up even more somehow.

He took your blouse off and you let out a whimper- he made sure to write that down too.

He reached around to your back, not lifting you up much due to the strap holding you down onto the table. With his might, he yanked at your bra, ripping the back completely and you gasped.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He laughed, throwing the ripped bra to the floor.

He unbuckled himself, but made no move to take off his pants. Instead he pushed your arms all the way up and you felt too weak to stop him, letting him tie your hands with his belt.

In seconds, your pants and panties were off- You don’t even know how, but the drug was making everything seem so fast, but at the same time too slow.

You tried to do anything to help your arousal, and even started humping the air but it was helpless with the strap holding you down. Dottore laughed at your attempts.

“You’re so needy, my love. Be patient, dear, I’ll attend to you soon. I just need to see how you react.”

He placed a hand down on your stomach and you gasped, starting to twitch. His other hand started scribbling down in his book as he moved his hand around, and the heat became unbearable once he reached your chest.

“‘Tore,” You whined, then a sharp gasp came out of you as he placed his index and thumb around your hard nipple, starting to pull.

“Nghh-oh!” His mouth moved down, starting to suck on the other one and you started to thrash, but the table could only wobble slightly as you were held down tightly.

“So sensitive,” He breathed out, the breath making your nipple twitch and you whimpered. He started to go a little harsher, his teeth grazingg over your nipple as the only started to twist and pull.

“Oh! Dottore!” You gasped, moaning loudly as he kept up at it and yet somehow his other hand was still scribbling stuff down- how he did it? You had no idea.

You whined when his mouth and fingers left and he spread your legs open a little, the cold air bringing little relief to your seeping pussy.

“I wouldn’t even be surprised if you almost came from that,” He chuckled, taking a closer to look to see your arousal was now a pool pouring onto the desk, slowly dripping off the sides.

“Let’s see how you beg.”

You were about to ask what he meant, but let out a loud gasp when his finger to prod at your hole and you moaned, despite the fact he was barely touching it.

He was teasing you, touching you everywhere down there but refusing to finger you.

“Do-dottore,” You whined, trying to thrust your hips towards his fingers but you could hardly move.

“How does It feel, baby?”

“So- so sensitive.” You whined, “I need you.”

He groaned at that, fingers inching a bit closer. “Yeah? How bad?”

“S-so bad..” You slurred, becoming drunk on just his fingers, “need to feel your t-thick fingers..”

You screamed when he plunged two into you, wincing at the pain but moaning at the relief. He slowly began to scissor you, and his fingers were sooo long they reached you so deep.

“Oh-! Nghh, please, pleasepleaseplease”

“Please what?” He chuckled breathlessly. “M-move faster please..”

He grinned, shoving his fingers even deeper as he started to go faster, stretching you wide and you moaned loudly when he added a third finger in.

“FUCK!” You gasped, “fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He started to practically pound you with his fingers once he added a fourth one in, and you found yourself cumming in one minute with a wail, but he didn’t stop.

“T-tore!” You whined, “too-too much!”

But he didn’t stop, instead going faster, and you were thrashing around so much he had to stop writing down stuff with his other hand to hold your waist down, despite the fact you were tied down already.

“DOTTORE! DOTTORE!” You screamed, feeling yourself cum once again; This time, your arousal squirting everywhere to the point it reached his face, spread onto your paper and was on the ground.

He didn’t let his fingers out until you finished, and you let out a wanton moan when his fingers left you.

“Your pussy is gaping over nothing,” The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. “Dirty slut, squirting over my fingers? My, what a mess you made!”

You panted, feeling absolutely out of it just from squirting, but you needed more. So much more to get rid of this heat.

You heard shuffling, then steps as he walked towards the side of the table to your face.

He grabbed your head, moving it to the side and you were met to his long, girthy cock that was leaking precum just inches away from your face.

You found yourself sticking your tongue out, reaching to lick the tip and he groaned. “You look like a dog,” He laughed breathlessly, looking at the way your tongue was all the way out, panting.

“Little bitch in heat,” He spat, “C’mon, suck. Suck like the good slut you are,”

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his dick, struggling in trying to move your head up and down- It was hard when you were tied to a table.

“Insufficient,” He scoffed, but really it was an excuse to loosen the strap to help you move closer to the side of the table. He grabbed the back of your head, shoving you down as you let out a yelp.

Your nose was right against his pelvis and you started to gag while he just let you sit there and struggle. He let out a groan, then a sigh of content.

He started to move your head up and down, dragging and pulling on your hair. You looked up at him, eyes rolling back as you continued to gag on the Doctors thick cock.

“I love it when you do that,” He panted. “You look so fucking- uh! Sexy…” He started to go faster. “Cockdrunk whore.”

You just moaned at the title and he laughed, “you love it when I degrade you, don’t you? You know, I’m debating on if I want to come in your mouth or all over your face, even when I rail you too.”

You were becoming dizzy with how fast he was moving you, your throat becoming sore as tears rolled down your cheeks.

He took another look down at you. “Maybe all over you. I’ll make it a masterpiece.”

He took his dick out and you gasped, but only to be met with his hot, salty cum all over your face. Dottore not being a human sometimes had it’s perks, because he produced so much more “cum” then anyone as it even reached your chest.

He panted, standing there for a bit. Then, he walked away, and came back holding up a kamera. “Say cheese,”

You were too fucked out of it to react, flinching at the light it produced. He looked at the picture through the lenses and smirked. “I’ll be keeping this one.”

He moved back to his book, writing some more stuff down. He did so quickly, wanted to move onto the fourth and last phase of his project.

He got rid of the strap completely, and you thought it was over- but no, instead he grabbed your hips, dragging you across the table all the way to the end so your bottom half was completely off, your legs over his shoulders.

You gasped at the feeling of his dick prodding at your entrance. “Nghh- Dottore! I’m still s-sensitive!”

He didn’t care, instead pushing his cock all the way in- It stretched you out even more then his fingers and reached places they couldn’t and you wailed.

He didn’t even go slow, instead deciding to go straight into it and fuck you fast and rough. “F-fuck…” He gasped, “You’re so tight, my love. You feel so good, like you were made for me? Wouldn’t you agree? Agree with me, my cocksleeve

“Y-yes!! I-i’m just-nghh- perfect for YOU! Yooourrr cockslEEVE! YOURS!” You screamed as he went even harder, and you felt like you were gonna cum once again.

He could feel it too when you started to tighten, and you screamed when he pushed down onto your stomach. “I-I’ve decided,” He paused to give you a harsh thrust, “That I’ll cum so much, in you and on you.” He laughed, and you came with a scream.

“F-fuckuuhuh! No-no more!”

“Yes more.” He laughed, not stopping. “We have so many more rounds to go, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna be filled up with my cum? Bred? And painted with it too,”

“Y-yes! Yes! Fill me up…fill me up! Please!”

He pulled you closer, instead now moving your legs towards your chest to reach even deeper into you. “NgHH~ oh~ fuck! Y-yes, yes!”

The next hour went by through several different positions; Full nelson, standing full nelson, doggy style, whatever he wanted to take you in! He’d take turns cumming in you and pulling out, and by the end, you were completely passed out, cum all over you and cum pouring out, dripping onto the ground.

He draped your past blanket over you, deciding he’d attend to you in just a minute. He finished writing down his analysis, reading it out loud.

“Subject came a total of 12 times and squirted for 3. Next goal will be 15 and 10; Maybe Pantalone can help out with it.”

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #dottore x you #dottore x reader #dottore genshin impact #il dottore #dottore smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #pantalone smut #not rlly but might make a part 2 lols #degredation kink

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 17 days

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Support class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw: knives, rough sex, blood

Sniper

•Dick: I’d say about 6, 6 1/2 inches if I’m being generous here. Definitely not thin, it’s got some girth to it that’s for sure. He never ever clean shaves he thinks it looks weird (he’s not wrong) so he’ll definitely just trim up a little or maybe not at all. Wild man moment. Plus, he kinda loves the scruffy look he has going on. I know everyone says he’s uncircumcised and i definitely agree with that. Tip is not red but definitely a deep pink, it’s cute. Two visible veins, one on the top of his shaft and one underneath it. So he’s very very sensitive.

•How he fucks: Rough. He likes to be fucked hard and to fuck hard. His favorite position to see you in is definitely mating press or doggy style (with a knife to your throat) he loves to see your face contort with pleasure and fear. He’s very vocal i mean haven’t you heard his voice lines. Come on. He loves telling you how great of a fuck toy you can be when you aren’t being a cunt or a teasing slut. He doesn’t have a favorite place to cum really.. Whenever he gets his rocks off is where it stays so.

•Kinks

Praise: definitely, but backhanded praise “look at you, good little slut.” Stuff like that you know?

Predator vs prey play: I know this is so basic but oh my goodness he LOVE LOVE LOVEEEESSS to chase you down and just fuck your brains out if your skull. Like I said, he likes it rough. (Me next)

Knife play: Ofc this is one of them. That mf is a literal animal. He just likes the power trip tbh. Having your life in his very hands, though he’d never do anything to ever hurt it.. it’s hot to watch your fearful eyes and if you enjoy it just as much as he does, you’re in for a ride of dirty talk and rough hard sex.

Public sex: touching you while in public. Something about it. Maybe it’s bc he likes to tease and see how long you can last without gripping his arm while shaking and begging to cum or maybe it’s because nobody around you can (probably) tell how good he’s pleasing you, and how they’ll never get a chance to touch a wonderful lady like you the way he does. Who knows

BREEDING: Though he is scared to have kids and will take every procedure to make sure you won’t get pregnant, he still loves to just cum inside of you all day, everyday. (Same sniper.)

Stepping: he probably likes to be stepped on. He’ll buy you beautiful, expensive heels just so you can step on him or press against his hard cock. (Meow.)

Spy

•Dick: solid 5 1/2, it’s not too thin but not exactly thick.. it stretches you very very nicely that is for sure. He trims it constantly. He is never out of order, he takes too much pride in himself to let it grow out like that wretched bushman. Uncircumcised, his dick skin is like.. oddly soft and velvety. One small vein on the side of his cock, it’s nice. Tip, I’d say, is a light cute pink.

•How he fucks: He either makes love for a long time or he plows you hard. Usually both. He rides the fine line very well. While he goes at it soft and caring, he teases you a lot. Vibrators, toys, his finger, his mouth. He just likes to tease you a lot.. but once he slips in, its game over for him. He can’t help it. He has to fuck you like an animal in heat.

•Kinks

Lingerie for sure. He loves to either buy them for you to give you his card to buy yourself some and then surprise him with it! (Will probably write a fic based off this)

Spanking or brat taming: He will absolutely wreck your ass if you talk back to flirt with ANYONE. He will spank you so hard you’ll become a babbling mess.

Body worship: Giving or receiving, he loves to tease you by kissing down your gorgeous body and leave small bites all over you. Nipping, kissing, nipping, kissing. You know. Backhanded kisses

Medic

•Dick: He’s German and from my experience, they’re packing serious heat. 7 inches hard. Argue with the wall because I will not listen. Tummy bulge will happen so be prepared. Much like spy he keeps himself in check, trims every couple of days. Circumcised, dark pink with a red hue tip. It’s sensitive as hell. No visible veins until he gets to fucking, then they all start popping out. Thick. Hard stretch that’s for sure.

•How he fucks: They all fuck hard but him.. dear lord. Pray and buckle up because he will bruise your cervix. He pounds. He doesn’t even fuck, HE SLAMS. bed? broken, operating table? broken, desk? Broken twice. He loves to just fuck you into a mindless mess. That’s all

•Kinks

Roleplay: He loves to roleplay anything really. Nurse and doctor, doctor and patient, boss and intern, things like that.

Knife play: scalpels are going to be pressed against your skin.. which leads me to my next kink hc

Blood kink: Licks the blood off of your wounds or the small cuts he marks your body with. If you have a period, best believe he will be begging to fuck you on it

“Meine Liebe! It feels so much better when you’re on your period, it also relieves cramps too!”

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wh0re43van · 5 months

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You are great writer! Stumbled on that on set Evan fic and it was soooo good 🔥 Lol, I actually do work on set and you really captured the atmosphere tbh. Keep it up!

Not sure if you’re open to requests rn, but I would love your take on Evan and his partner trying to make a baby for the first time. He just seems so sweet and I’d love to think of this man in a happy marriage, daydreaming about little feet running around.

Thank you so much! I truly appreciate your kind words <33

So, I decided to make this two parts. This first part is just fluff, the readers get to see Evan in kind of a paternal role in this part, baby making will be in the next, I hope you enjoy!

Also ngl, I had this done for a couple of days now, I just couldn’t think of a title :/ so sorry about that. I’m awful with titles smh

Baby fever (Evan Peters X Reader) Pt. 1

Summary: While babysitting for Evans brother, you realize that you’re finally ready to have a baby, much to your husbands delight.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: none in this part ;)

Pt2 Pt3

“Thank you again, I know it’s a bit short notice, “ Evans brother, Andrew, says as he closes the door behind him to step out onto the dim front porch with Evan, his daughter Ellie, and myself.

“Dude, It’s no problem really!” Even smiles, laying a gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It’s always a joy having Ellie around,” he grunts as he picks up her small ‘Peppa Pig’ suitcase and her car seat.

“Yeah, Dad! They love me!” Ellie giggles as she grabs onto my arm. I smile at her snaggle toothed grin. The yellow light of the porch reflecting off her dark hair, making her curly pig tails look golden.

“They’re right Andrew,” I reiterate as we all begin to walk to Evans car, Ellie’s small hand in mine while the crickets chirp their evening song. “Now you go inside and help the Mrs. pack for your..uh.. trip. We’ve got it from here, “ I give Andrew a sympathetic smile, taking Ellie’s sippy cup out of his hand.

Andrews wife’s mother has been rushed to the hospital just a few hours ago and the couple is driving through the night to be there with her. They haven’t told Ellie the reason for the trip, all she knows is that she’s spending the weekend with Auntie y/n and Uncle Evan.

“Be sure to call me if you need anything or if Ellie just wants to talk, bye sweetie,” Andrew picks up his daughter, giving her kiss on the head.

“I love you daddy,” she giggles hugging him back quickly before trying to escape his embrace. “Let me down! I wanna go to Uncle Evans!” She Kicks her small light up sneakers, flashes of purple and red glow on the concrete as her feet hit the ground. Andrew just laughs. Thanking us again before making his way inside.

“Give me the suitcase babe, I’ll throw it in the back,” I take the pink bag out of Evans arms, walking to the trunk to toss it in.

I make my way around the vehicle to see Evan bent over struggling to get the carseat hooked in as Ellie hangs on his leg, both of them erupting in giggles.

“Ellie I can’t get this carseat in with you climbing all over me like that,” he laughs as he pulls at the locked seatbelt, trying to free it so he can stretch it through the back of the child’s seat. Ellie continues as if she hasn’t heard him, and Evan lets her. I smile at the pure joy beaming from my husband. He loves children dearly; his niece is no exception of course. He’s brought up starting a family of our own many times in the few years we’ve been married, I’ve just never felt quite ready with how much time away his job requires, but now things are slowing down and the idea of having a baby grows on me more every day.

“Now Ellie, how will we ever make it to our house if you don’t let Uncle Evan buckle your seat in?” I ask, giving her a stern look. She considers my statement, then reluctantly trudges over to me, leaning on my leg.

“Oh okay,” she frowns, looking up at me with her big hazel eyes.

“Done! … I think.” Evan exclaims, backing away from the vehicle. I stifle a laugh when I see the crooked car seat that he is ever so proud of. I simply walk up and adjust it before plopping Ellie in the seat and strap her in. Finally, we can go home.

•

After arriving home, we bring Ellie’s bag in to the room that she’ll be sleeping in, I take her down to the kitchen as Evan goes to change into some sleepwear. It’s a bit late, 7:00 pm and the sun’s already set for the night, but we’ve been informed that Ellie hasn’t had supper yet.

“Okay so you want a grilled cheese, we can do that, but you need to have a veggie as well,” I pick up Ellie and set her on the dining chair. She’s expressed that she wants a grilled cheese and only a grilled cheese. She even briefly tried to convince me that she’s allergic to all vegetables. “We have broccoli,” I pull a head of broccoli out of the fridge and set it on the table.

“Yuck!” The small girl rolls her tired eyes.

“Carrots,” I grab a bunch of fresh carrots, placing them in front of her.

“No way!” She shoves them away from her. I huff.

“Or we have green beans,” I reach into the pantry and set a jar of green beans next to the other veggies.

“Aunt y/n, you’re crazy. No thank you to all of them. Just a grilled cheese please,” she says in disgust, reaching for the bag of bread and block of cheese, sliding the ingredients closer to me.

“Ellie-“ I sigh, admittedly losing some patience.

“Oh wow look at all these super veggies that Aunt y/n has laid out for you. You’re lucky, she’s giving you the special ones,” Evan says coming around the corner, now in his pajamas, as he takes a seat next to his niece.

“What do you mean?” She inquires, raising a small eyebrow.

“Oh she didn’t tell you?” He gasps, shifting his gaze to wink at me. I stifle a laugh.

“These carrots,” he pulls the bunch to him. “They give you night vision.” He explains. Ellie considers his claim.

“What about this one,” she hands him the head of broccoli.

“Oh this? It just gives you super speed, no big deal I guess if you don’t want to be the next quicksilver,” he says nonchalantly, tossing the head of broccoli in between his hands. Ellie gasps, her eyes light up.

“I want this one!” She grabs the green veggie and hands it to me. “Please.” She adds, remembering her manners. I laugh.

“Don’t you want to hear about the green beans?” Evens asks, standing up from his seat.

“No thank you. Super speed please!” She crosses her hands on the table, awaiting her superpowers. Evan takes the broccoli from my grasp, turning to grab a cutting board.

“I got it honey, go upstairs and get ready for bed,” he kisses my forehead. I smile and thank him before making my way to our bedroom.

•

I change into some comfy pajamas and do my nightly routine of skincare and brushing my teeth before padding down the steps. Before I peak my head around the corner I hear Evan shout,

“One more time… GO!” followed by the quick stomping of tiny feet. I clear the corner to see the furniture pushed out of the way and Ellie hurtling full speed towards me. She runs right into my stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of me.

“Jesus,” I wheeze. Ellie giggles boisterously with a toothless smile.

“I’m sorry Auntie y/n,” she manages to choke out as she falls to the ground in her fit of laughter. I look to my husband with wide eyes, trying to process what happened.

“Hey don’t look at me babe, it was the supper broccoli. Hopefully it will wear off soon,” he says genuinely, putting his hands up in defense. I can’t help but laugh.

I take a moment to admire the sight of my husband standing in his sweatpants and old stained shirt draped loosely on his toned body. His beautiful brown curls that are just a bit overdue for a trim sticking out every which way, yet resting perfectly on his soft features, and his scruff filling in more and more every day that he’s doesn’t shave. The gorgeous man in front of me, smiling from ear to ear with the purest of joy in his chocolate eyes makes my heart sing. He’s truly in his element right now. The elation coming from Ellie and Evan is contagious, I find myself in a fit of laughter as well as Ellie crawls up my legs and onto my back.

“Your turn to race Auntie y/n!” She cheers.

“No, no not tonight honey,” I disappoint her with my response.

“We have to clean up and get you ready for bed,” I walk over to Evan, passing the girl on my back into his grasp. “Which will be Uncle Evans job since he’s the one that wound you up,” I raise my eye brows at him. Ellie happily rests in his arms bridal style, her gummy grin never leaving her face.

“Hey, don’t give me that look,” he begins to walk towards the steps. “You’re the one that gave Ellie speed enhancing veggies,” he reminds me, almost fooling me as well, with how serious his tone and expression are.

I roll my eyes as I turn to put our living room back together.

‘You’d think Evan would know not have a 6 year old run laps around the house half an hour before bedtime.’ I sigh as I push our couch back into place. As irritated as I want to be, I can’t help but feel giddy. Seeing how happy Evan is with Ellie makes my heart swell with joy.

‘Maybe I will discuss having a baby with him.’ I think to myself as I replace our rug and coffee table back into the center of the room.

‘But having a child isn’t always fun. It’s much different having your own child than babysitting.’ I make note to remind him as I shove our recliner back to its designated spot.

‘And pregnancy can be complicated’ I’ll have to tell him. ‘I hope mine won’t be, but it is something you have to prepare for’ I’ll explain. He’s not the one getting pregnant so I know this may not be something he’ll consider.

I make my way to the kitchen to begin stacking the dishwasher with what little dishes Evan left in the sink before he went to destroying our living room.

‘And what will we do if you get a big job and have to fly halfway across the country while I’m in labor or freshly postpartum?’ I’ll be sure to ask. I begin to make myself nervous considering all my concerns.

‘And what if-‘

“She’s laying down,” Evans comforting voice breaks me from my thoughts. I can hear the smile as he speaks. I don’t even need to look up. “Once I finally convinced her that there is no goblin living in our guest room closet, she crawled right in bed,” his voice gets closer as he moves to wrap his strong arms around my waist, I lean back to rest my head on his shoulder, taking in his familiar scent. I turn to look up at him. I don’t know how his dimples haven’t popped right off his face from how much he’s been smiling this evening.

“Let’s have a baby,” I blurt out, looking into the pure joy glinting in his eyes. The joy turns to shock. He grabs my shoulders, spinning me around so he can search my eyes for any hint of joking. There isn’t any.

“Are you serious y/n?” He asks. The smile now just his jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised so high that they’re hidden behind his curls. I chuckle at his reaction, my chest warming at how excited that one sentence has made him.

“Yes,” I simply answer. He matches my smile, pulling me into his chest so tight it almost hurts, but I don’t say anything.

“I want nothing more than that y/n,” he mumbles to the crook of my neck. I wiggle out of his grip enough to meet his gaze, seeing his mahogany eyes glistening. He blinks and a single tear threatens to escape though his long lashes. He reaches a hand up quickly to wipe the happiness attempting to leak from his eye.

“Let’s do it,” I grin. Every doubt, every concern, flying quickly out of my mind. The speech I was going to give him about the dangers and responsibilities of childbearing now long gone after seeing how happy the idea of us having our very own bundle of joy is making Evan.

“I love you so much y/n Peters,” he pulls me into a soft kiss, his lips warm against mine. I reach my hands up to bury my fingers in his curls.

“And I love you Evan Peters,” I smile against his lips. Though this kiss is gentle, but it is easily the most intimate kiss we’ve had. I can feel the adoration with every breath that fans over my face. “I think we should try as soon as Ellie goes home,” I suggest, pulling away from the kiss, resting my forehead on his.

“You wouldn’t reckon my brothers on his way home now, would you?” He jokes as he reaches down to grab my hands. Running his thumbs over my knuckles.

“I’m not even sure they’re out of the state yet Ev,” I smile at my husband. He brings both my hands up to his mouth, kissing each one gently.

“I suppose I can wait,” he sighs. I giggle, grabbing his arm to guide him to our room.

“Let’s check on Ellie one more time, then we can head to bed ourselves,” I whisper as we walk towards the guest room.

“You seriously expect me to be able to sleep, Honey? I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve night,” he flashes his dimples, I roll my eyes and smile at his excitement.

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starlightkun · 5 months

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27JSC ❧ teaser [sungchan]

❧ teaser word count: 768 | full fic: 21.3k ❧ warnings: once again everything i know about hockey is from the internet and only for this fic i’m sorry, blood/injury mention ❧ genre: fluff, sooo much fluff they’re sooo in love tbh, quite a bit of hurt/comfort sprinkled in, established relationship, college au, hockey captain sungchan, chronically ill reader (chronic migraines), christmas-y for a couple scenes in the middle, sequel to buzzer beater ❧ extra info: this is the sequel to buzzer beater, which you should definitely read before this one so you know what’s going on! the reader in this has chronic migraines, which i have. when the reader’s migraines, experiences as a chronically ill person, and thoughts about being chronically ill are described, that is me writing directly from my own life. i am not generalizing the lives of all people with chronic migraines/chronic illnesses, but i am sending all my love to any readers out there living with a chronic illness, and here’s a reminder to go take your meds! ❧ estimated release: saturday, december 16, 2023 2:00 p.m. eastern time

“My head hurts,” he announced, sounding downright pitiful.

“Really? Your head hurts?” You pouted at him, getting on your tiptoes to pull down your massive first aid kit from your cabinet.

“Uh-huh.”

“Aw, my poor Sungchannie,” you cooed, setting the huge first aid kit down on the coffee table and popping it open.

The apartment heating had kicked on, so you finally took off your heavy parka and overcoat as well, leaving you just in the base lounge clothes you’d been in before you’d hurried to get dressed with the urgent texts from Sicheng.

First, you tipped a couple of over-the-counter painkillers into his waiting hand, and he knocked them back with a sip from his water bottle.

Grabbing a couple alcohol swabs and boxes of bandages, you asked, “Okay, Hello Kitty, spaceships, or Pokémon?”

“Mm… What kind of Pokémon?”

“First gen. I think it’s mostly Gengars and Psyducks left in there.”

“A Gengar please,” he requested sweetly.

You fished a bandage out, pre-ripping the end of the packaging before setting it on the arm of the couch. Standing in between Sungchan’s legs as he was reclined back on your couch, you leaned over him, very gingerly brushing his hair back from his forehead so you could see the injury better. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped between the rink and your place, all clotted blood and the start of scabs. Less thankfully for him, you were about to sanitize all of that. Gently turning his head so you could get better light, you tore open the first alcohol wipe and lightly touched it to the very edge of where you thought the wound started. Sungchan’s forehead wrinkled, but he didn’t make a sound. You continued at your task for another second before he finally spoke up.

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, I know it stings, but I’m almost done.” You promised. “I’d go faster but the lighting isn’t great in here, and some of it goes into your hair.”

“Don’t you think you’d be able to see better…” A pair of hands grabbed your hips, encouraging you closer, closer, down, down, until you were straddling Sungchan's lap, a knee on either side of him. “Like this?”

You were about to make a retort, except this tragically did get your own head out of the way enough to stop casting a shadow where you needed. So instead, you looked down at him with an eyebrow raised.

“How injured are you, really?” You questioned, pink-tinged alcohol wipe still in hand.

“So injured,” he fake-whined, settling his hands on your thighs.

“I’m sure.” But you made no move to leave, instead leaning in and getting back to work cleaning up the area.

Sungchan provided no more obvious distraction to you as you did so, seeming content to just smooth his thumbs over your clothed thighs and trace shapes there with his fingers. When you were finally able to see where the skin was split, you frowned, using your fingers to part his hair and inspect how far back it went.

“How long do I have, Doc?” He joked.

“You’ll live, but the bandages aren’t going to help the part that’s in your hair,” you forewarned. “That means be gentle when shampooing while its healing.”

“Sounds complicated. What if I mess it up? I think you should do it for me,” he suggested with a smirk, fingertips playing with the hem of your sweatshirt— well, really it was his sweatshirt, but he’d forfeited it to you some time ago.

“Is there something about getting injured that just turns you into a horndog?” You scoffed. For emphasis, you pinched the sliver of skin on his stomach that was exposed where his own t-shirt had ridden up above the hem of his pants and boxers.

He sat up then, forcing you to lean back to avoid smacking faces, but he just chased you forward until you were nearly nose-to-nose.

“No, there’s something about you being so worried and taking such good care of me that makes me want to show you how much I adore… you… back...” He punctuated the last three words with kisses that went up your neck to your jaw.

You looked up at the ceiling, as if pretending to consider this reason. But the happy smile that was working its way across your lips clearly gave away the fact that your mind was already made up. You snaked a hand between the two of you to push him back against the couch by the chest and hold him there. “Alright, but at least let me put this Gengar bandage on you first, hm?”

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maliceofminds · 10 months

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Lesbian wolfstar - the expanded version

The list is based on the original rec list by @strwbi-laces (which you can find here) but let’s just get into it:

what’s mine is yours, decaying in your arms and her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle , a shot of succubus , feast and a dash of fae by @achilleslikespeas (plus these two microfics x x)

don’t panic by redspottywellies

I’ve come home by @strwbi-laces

Cute thing by @padfootsoftly

All of @plecotusauritus microfics: gymnast lesbians x x x x x x x x x x and pretty things

All of @pinklume microfics: x x x x x x

pomegranates (chapter six of ocho kandelikas) by @spindrifters

just a restless feeling by my side by unwholesome_gay

It was all by design by @melodramvs

tough, tried and true blue by @worldenough-and-time

boredom by moonymajor

development

Sweet talk

You & I (together and apart) by chillsoya

if I could walk away from me by Barry_Manilows_Wardrobe

thirsty by WolfyWordWeaver

Lesbian Wolfstar pretty woman au by @spookymoonie

The whole lesbian wolfstar series by @aspiring-artist-em which includes Make me sweetheart, you’re safe love, Baby you’re okay, Too much Moony , please, I’m begging you, Mother, Remus Lupin and her little bitch, fourteen, you don’t love me you don’t care

Angel of small death and the beautiful lady (without mercy) by @strezzlecki

Fire on Fire by @atlasdoe

religions in your lips (the altar is my hips) by ourmidnights

Baby, you don’t have to rush by iloveuregulus

Song for no one by ninabnormal (@thebunnymen)

Comfort and Promises by TwistedShadows

Chasing after you is like a fairytale series by ManyCats which includes Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade? , And I got back up (those days are over) and the things we lost in the fire

This microfic by @canyouhearmyfear bruises and water

Midnight girls and it’s companion piece Soul Somethings

Dress by criersw1fey

Summer refreshments and Last Chance by @wxlfstxrisbest

Miss sugar pink and She’s a rainbow by @samdaydreams

With your hair down and soft like summer rain by @lunarlivs

hand me my heart in the palm of your hand while it’s still beating , keep my heart in the freezer so it doesn’t go bad with my love , fate is giving us a hard time but maybe romance isn’t dead and God Blessed/Hell bound by @maliceofminds

Hang me up to dry by EuripidesTrousers(I_DDare_You)

She with the eyes my heart does blind and some part of me came alive the first time you called me baby and not looking for absolution, forgiveness for the things i do and only live to admire your beauty by @mothlau

Ribs are designed to be crawled into and Always pushing her luck by @sommerregenjuniluft

this is my body by @kaleidoscopexsighs

the first time you called me baby by @a-round-of-robyns

If I forgot to tag someone just message me and I’ll edit it, I just couldn’t find everyone’s tumblr tbh:). Also everyone feel free to add to this I’m sure I’m forgetting something<3

#i do love making a good list #and this was very neat #also thank you to everyone for feeding the agenda #lesbian wolfstar #recs #saved

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 10 months

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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 13

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

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December 2004

I want you to know that I’m never leaving

Cause I’m Mrs. Snow, til death we’ll be freezing

Yeah you are my home, my home for all seasons

So come on, let’s go

-Snowman, Sia

“I thought you were going home for Christmas?” Leon asks as I step back in through the door to our apartment. Snow clings to my eyelashes from the light flurry outside, flakes landing on my cheeks when I blink, only to melt instantly. My skin is darkened in a blush, most likely due to the cold air and the sight of Leon lounging on our floor in nothing but a pair of red plaid pajama bottoms.

“I am. Pack your shit,” I order, and Leon actually seems surprised.

“Sorry?”

“I am going home. But I’m not leaving you here alone. Come on.”

Stepping inside the family home, the relief washing over Leon is almost tangible, the smell of vanilla and peppermint meddling together in a beautiful Christmas scented concoction. My mom giggles inside the kitchen straight ahead - cheeks pink with her braid’s strands falling loose - my dad’s strong arms wrapped around her, his stubble tickling her jaw, along with his red scratchy sweater rubbing against her bare arms as well. She continues to smile and laugh until her bright blue eyes land on us coming in the door.

“Oh, it’s my baby!” Tugging herself out of my father’s grip, she rushes to us, wrapping my shoulders in a tight hug and her flyaway strands brush against my nose.

“Mom, I’m not a baby anymore,” I giggle, her excitement contagious. She pulls back, hands cupping my cheeks to look at me with a stern smile.

“You will always be my baby.” Her gaze drifts behind me, and she releases me easily, walking toward Leon and pulling him into a hug by the shoulders, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so surprised since I met him. His right arm is holding his duffel bag, his grip tight enough that I’m sure he has white knuckles beneath his black cotton gloves. His left arm comes up, hesitantly resting on her shoulder blade, like he doesn’t quite know how exactly to hug someone. She pulls back, cupping his face the same way she did with mine. “Welcome to the family, Leon.” I watch the exchange hesitantly, unsure of how he’ll react to my mother’s unwavering need to share as much love as possible, but my attention is pulled to my dad as he walks toward me.

“How you doing Squish?” My dad comes up, arms coming around me as I roll my eyes.

“I’m good, Dad. Been really busy lately,” I explain, trying to justify my lack of phone calls. He removes his arms, never having been one for physical affection, but very talented in showing his love in other ways, like remembering something as silly as my dislike of tomatoes or that I hate the color ‘pea green’.

“That’s alright, Squish.” His attention goes to his wife and Leon, who are still chatting quietly, although Mom has decided to give Leon his own space by now. “Leon, right?” He offers Leon his hand, voice calm and relaxed unlike the first time Leon met James. Leon takes his hand confidently. This he knows how to do.

“Yes, sir.” Dad gives it a firm shake before releasing him.

“Please, Matthew is fine. If Squish was willing to bring you, then you’re definitely family by this point,” he pointed out, clapping a hand against Leon’s shoulder quickly, a friendly gesture for him.

“Do you two wanna go get settled?” My mom asks, gesturing to the duffel in Leon’s hand and mine on the floor.

“Yeah, thanks Mom.” I reach down to grab my bag, but am beaten to it when Leon’s hand grips it instead, picking it up before gesturing forward with it with a little swing.

“Your old room, okay, baby?” I nod, leading the way up the stairs, Leon following leisurely following behind me. I don’t realize how embarrassing that will be until I open the door and flick on the lights. The walls are still painted a light shade of pink, and while the walls are barren now, my desk is covered in pictures that mom clearly didn’t quite know what to do with, and I reach over, shoving them into the drawer hastily before closing it with a scrape.

“Hiding something, sweetheart?” He smirks, setting the bags down with a smirk, ocean eyes locked on me.

“Just old pictures that you definitely don’t need to see,” I mumble before eyeing the bed. “I hope it’s okay that I didn’t ask my mom for the air mattress? I still can if it bothers you-” I stutter, fingers twisting together anxiously.

“Sweetheart, I sleep in your bed at least once a week. I think I can handle it.” There’s that cocky attitude again. I roll my eyes before raising my hands in defense.

“I was just offering,” I defend, a giggle breaking at the end as I lift my duffel bag onto the bed. It’s not much smaller than mine at the apartment, but the sheets are a dark pink with a blue flannel comforter resting on top of it and I feel my cheeks tinge the same color as the sheets.

“Seems like you really liked pink, sweetheart.” Leon follows my actions, setting his duffel next to mine before removing his gloves and jacket. He sets them on the desk behind me, and I focus my vision on the snow falling out the window. Thank god she didn’t take out my light blocking curtains. I jump as Leon’s hands land on my shoulders. “Sorry, didn’t realize you were zoned. I was gonna take your coat.” I unzip it and shrug it off with Leon’s help, his fingers grazing against my sweatered arm, but it feels like he’s raking his nails down my bare skin leaving fire scorching the tender flesh.

“Thanks, Leon.” He hums behind me, and I turn to him as he sets my coat down. His expression is unreadable and I immediately feel the need to apologize. “Leon, I’m really sorry about my mom, she can be a bit-”

“No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all,” he admits, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I should have though, given how much you love hugging me,” he teases, burying the rest of the conversation beneath his joking smile. I slap my arm across his arm playfully. I open my mouth to reply when I hear the door open downstairs, followed by Natalie’s joyful cries.

“Looks like Nat and James are here,” I mumble, the teasing energy in the room disappearing beneath the cries of my little sister downstairs.

“Sounds like. We should head down.”

3 glasses of wine in and I am giggling like there’s no tomorrow. My mom is at my side, just as much liquor in her system. My dad looks on in amusement, and my eyes flit over to Leon and find him locked in a conversation with James, his own glass resting on the table with his fingers wrapped around it. I’d like to have his fingers wrapped around me. He has calluses all over his hands. Would they feel rough against my skin, like sand between your fingers at the beach? Or would they feel softer than they look, pressing against my stomach as he buries his face between my-

My mom gasping pulls me out my dirty thoughts, and I look at her quickly, uncaring of the blush on my cheeks. They’ll think it’s the wine.

“I’m going to grab the scrapbook!” She yelps as she gets up from the table in a flurry, not unlike the snow outside, followed by a chorus of ‘Mom no!’ She comes back in, a dorky family photo covering the front. One with Keegan still on the cover. “Okay, so the only one in this room who hasn’t seen this is Leon, so he needs to come sit over here.”

“Um, he absolutely does not!” I shout, covering the chair my mom vacated so he could sit between us. I look up and see his shit eating grin, crystal glass in his hand as he walks over.

“You gonna move, sweetheart?” I shake my head, and by this point, I know my entire face is the color of a tomato. “I can just pick you up?” A glare tossed in his direction. A silent ‘you wouldn’t dare’. Apparently, he would dare. He lifts my upper body like it’s nothing, and I don’t know why I’m surprised. What if he lifted me for something else? His hands gripping my thighs, my back pressed against the wall, his bare and sweaty chest pressed to me as his lips explore mine. He plants himself next to my chair, and I sink into the chair, arousal pooling in my panties and making my whole body thrum on the wooden chair. God, he smells amazing. His arm rests on the back of my chair, heat radiating from him and sending shockwaves down my spine.

The book crackles as it opens, and much to my dismay, there is a tiny version of myself looking back out, face pulled back into an almost too large grin. Talk about pouring an ice cold bucket over my arousal. I couldn’t have been any older than 4. I grimace at the face, suddenly acutely aware of Leon chuckling beside me. He doesn’t need to look like that while laughing at me.

“Oh, this one right here?” My mom points at a picture of Keegan and myself at the community pool. I was barely walking, maybe 2, while Keegan was 8. He had me in his arms, and the wide smile on my lips actually makes me smile this time. My brother was my favorite person in the whole world. “This is the first day we took the kids to the community pool. We took our eyes off of her for 2 minutes. Mistake.” Oh, fuck. No.

“Mom, we really don’t need to tell this story,” I try and reason before Leon reaches forward, grabbing my wine glass and handing it to me. “What is this-”

“You need to drink a bit more cause I definitely need to hear this one.” You fucker. He looks back at my mom expectantly. My mom giggles before continuing.

“Well, Squish had never swam in a pool that wasn’t at home. We took our eyes off of her, and by the time we looked back, she was completely naked!” Maybe if I melt into the floor, this will be easier. Leon can have the apartment and just keep my melted corpse in a jar so that he can claim I still live there. I’m sure he can access my bank account. Leon is laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and my mom and Natalie giggle like they always do. I am going to be the star of the embarrassing stories tonight. I should never have brought him. He’ll never let me live this shit down.

“Oh, Mom!” Natalie yelps, reaching forward to the book, flipping pages until she finds the one she is searching for. “You gotta tell him the caterpillar story!”

“I actually already spilled that one,” James admits, taking a small sip from his can of sparkling water. “But the picture of them looking at it before disaster struck makes it funnier.” My mom points to the picture taken from the side of Natalie looking on in wonder at the little white, black, and yellow speckled caterpillar that rested in my small palms. I was 6. Natalie was 4. Her wide eyes stare at the small bug in amazement, as if she had never seen anything more precious. My own gaze is fascinated, if not a little smiley, the tickling of the insect on my fingers. I have a vivid memory of the tears that spilled from my eyes at realizing it had been squished, and mom threw those purple shorts away, given the hysterics it sent me into every time I saw them for the next month.

“I’ve never seen you look at anything like that,” Leon jokes, and I don’t have the heart to tell him that that’s because everything that I have ever looked at like that has died.

“She cried for weeks, she was so upset about this little bug,” Mom utters, almost confused.

“Sounds like she was never cut out to take lives, just to heal them.” He says the words so matter of factly, as if there’s no doubt in his mind. Only heal them.

“That’s a perfect way to think about her, honestly.” She flips the pages absentmindedly, searching for more memories to embarrass me with, presumably. She flips past teenage angsty years, and stops at the picture of the whole family on my graduation date. Purple robes, holding my diploma like it was my whole life on a plate. Oh, how naive. “This was the day she graduated from nursing school.” I feel tears spring into my eyes. He was supposed to be on the day shift that day, but he had to switch with someone, taking the night shift. So he could be at my graduation. I lean back, arms folded across my chest. “We were so proud of her. Keegan was so proud of her.”

“It is quite the accomplishment.” Leon has the decency to seem impressed, and maybe he actually is, and I feel my heart swell. Keegan was proud of me, and I remember reveling in that. My big brother, who meant everything to me, was proud of me.

“Keegan was always my biggest supporter throughout school, even let me practice nursing techniques on him whenever I had an exam or something,” I say without thinking, eyes glancing at the photo again.

“Squish, that pressure is a bit too tight,” he says, pulling the wrapping a little more loose around his fake injury.

“Sorry, I didn’t-”

“Stop panicking. You got it out now. So you’ll ace it tomorrow, yeah?”

“He seems like he was a great guy,” Leon comments, placing a hand on my shoulder as he notices the tears brimming in my eyes. One slips out as I blink, and as I move to wipe it away, I can’t help but release a sad laugh as I speak.

“He would have loved you.” Then my head is in the crook of Leon’s neck, warmth encasing the sides of my face in an embrace. More tears slip out as I wrap an arm across his stomach, holding his side gently.

“Okay, maybe it’s time for bed, yeah? Amelia, will you put that away hon?” Dad mutters, hands slapping down on his thighs as he stands, taking the final sip of his drink. My mom rolls her eyes, but agrees by closing the book.

“I’ll bring it out again tomorrow and show you the time she decided to fingerpaint herself and the whole hallway,” she promises with a wink and I gasp.

“Mom, n-”

“I can’t wait,” Leon adds, smile turning the corners of his lips upward.

The family retires fairly quick given it’s going on 11:30pm. I wobble slightly on the first step up the stairs, and, deciding it’s not worth risking, Leon’s arms scoop up under my knees and behind my back, carrying me up the carpeted steps bridal style, and it seems like I weigh nothing to him. Maybe I don’t? Setting me down gently on the bed, he reaches into my duffel and pulls out a comfortable shirt and some sleep shorts before turning away, giving me the privacy to change while he rifles through his own clothing.

“Leon, why were you encouraging my tipsy mother to tell you all of my dirty secrets?” The tease is evident, or at least I thought it was.

“Cause I don’t remember hardly anything like that from my childhood. I guess it’s kinda nice to hear that you did.” I turn toward him at his reveal of this information, and am met with his muscular back. He’s already clad in sweatpants, the same flannel ones he was wearing before we left the apartment, and he holds the tee shirt in his hands, glaring at it as if he was deciding whether it had personally wounded him or not.

“You don’t remember your childhood?” He circles around, seeing my sight already locked on his figure. He chuckles, tossing the shirt in his duffel before climbing into the bed, sliding under the pink sheets, and I giggle at the sight of his wrapped in dark pink jersey fabric. Hesitating, I wrap my arms around myself, thinking I may have asked him something that wasn’t a sharing topic, and he whistles to catch my gaze.

“Turn the lights off and get in here.” Then his arms open up. Flicking the light off quickly before darting across the old room in the mostly darkened area, save for the faint moonlight peeking in, Leon’s warm embrace is always welcome. An arm goes around my shoulder as my nose presses to his sternum with a content sigh. It’s hard to miss the way he chuckles at my quick wiggle to adjust myself into a comfortable position. The arm around my shoulder tightens, moving until his fingers are able to card through my hair softly. When he speaks, it’s into the crown of my head, whispers dancing across the strands and skin there.

“No. I don’t. My parents died when I was really little, and there was a cop that took me in, given the amount of trouble I was getting into, but he couldn’t actually adopt me, so I spent most of my childhood bouncing around foster homes in that area before I hit 18. As soon as I graduated, I went to school to get my associate’s degree in law enforcement, and then thankfully, got accepted into the academy the first time I applied.” I give him a soft squeeze, silently thanking him for sharing more about himself with me. My tipsy brain is in awe of him, and I know without a doubt, that my sober brain is too. God, he’s incredible. He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest and my heart flutters at the sensation. “I think you got that backwards, sweetheart.” I look up at him confused and he places a sweet kiss against my forehead, the skin lighting up like the lights on the christmas tree. “You’re the incredible one.” Oh god, I said that out loud.

“Leon?” The words are whispered now.

“Yeah?” Leon easily matches the tone of the room.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For always coming back. When you leave, you always come back. I know you can’t always control it, but… I’m glad.” The admittance turns my cheeks a dark shade, and I am thankful for the darkness of the bedroom.

“I’ll always come back to you.” A reassuring squeeze. A kiss placed against soft hair. In the silence of the room, it almost comes out.

I love you. I am terrified, but I am in love with you, Leon Kennedy.

“Wait, wait. Are those matching PJs?” Leon’s face is confused, staring at the red and white plaid pj pants in my hands.

“They are, but you absolutely do not need to wear them. I just thought it would be fun because my family always wears PJs all day on Christmas Day. You don’t-” I’m rambling at this point, words stuttering together like my tongue has decided to suddenly stop working.

“Give ‘em here.” Did he just reach for them with grabby hands? I hand them over regardless and I stare at them in his hands for a moment before him clearing his throat catches my attention. “Did you wanna watch me change, or did you wanna turn around?” He asks the question with a smirk, teasing while twirling his pointer finger in a circle. I suck in a breath before turning quickly, trying so hard to hold the blush away from my cheeks by pressing my cool hands against them. It’s hard not to let my imagination run wild at the sounds of him shifting around behind me, mind conjuring up plenty of dirty images of turning around to find him wearing, well… nothing. Imagine the smirk he’d fucking wear. The way he’d tease me over the obviously surprised face I’d make. That confident stride as-

Stop. Stop sexualizing your best friend.

“You done back there, Superman?”

“Yeah, you’re good.” I turn on my heel, and for a second, my heart stutters in my chest. He changed his shirt too, so we actually match.

“Ready to celebrate Christmas the right way, Kennedy?” I offer my hand, and he hesitates, looking at it like it could reach forward and bite him. “Hey.” His eyes find mine, nerves still swimming in those baby blues.

“Yeah?”

“Do you trust me?” He nods.

“So when her father and I walked in, there she was covered in red paint! When I asked her what she was doing, she just giggled and yelled ‘I’m a strawberry, mommy!’” The table erupts into laughter, and I can feel the heat on my cheeks, from the embarrassment or the spiked eggnog, I can’t tell.

“You wanted to be a strawberry?” Leon is practically wheezing by this point, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever seen him laugh this hard. I can feel the slightest giggle break through my smile as I explain.

“Listen, I really liked strawberries!” This only serves to make the man beside me laugh even more, his hand resting against his abs as if he was holding them to prevent them from splitting.

“Oh my god, that’s adorable!”

“I’m adorable, I know.” The sarcasm drips from my words like melting snow.

“You are.” His arm is there then, slung over my shoulders, not even the back of the chair this time. Straight warmth of his bare arms seeping through my thin white tee shirt. Ugh, he can’t just say shit like that.

“Um, do you want another drink, Superman?” I ask, stuttering a bit without the intention of doing so. His smile still glows, and I can practically feel myself slipping deeper and deeper in love with him.

“Sure. Thanks, sweetheart,” he thanks, handing me his mug when I gesture to it.

“Yeah.” Once I’m in the kitchen, out of sight, my lungs suck in a gasping breath. Chill out. You are being terrifyingly obvious. A deep chuckle sounds from the entry and I turn to the sounds quickly.

“You doing okay in here, Squish?” My dad asks, a teasing lithe in his voice as he pours warm eggnog into his mug before reaching toward me, gesturing for mine and Leon’s, which I hand over easily, noting the shaking of my hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Dad,” I remark, palms rubbing over my arm in some unsuccessful attempt at self-soothing.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” There’s more he wants to say.

“What Dad? You obviously have something else to say.” The sound comes out much more exasperated than I originally intended. He hands the mugs back to me, the sudden warmth oozing through my veins like some sweet kind of drug. A Christmas drug. Gingerbread flavored ecstasy? The thought makes me laugh at myself.

“I know what you told Mom. I know what you told Nat. Hell, I can tell what you tell Leon. What I wanna know is what you tell yourself.”

“About what?”

“How you feel about him.” Even Dad has noticed.

“Dad, he’s my best-”

“Your best friend. I know.”

“Then what else is there to it?” He wants me to say it. He wants me to acknowledge the feelings he knows are there.

“Listen, sweetheart. I can’t make you admit things. I just want you to know that any man who has the honor of having you love him? Well they’re one lucky s-o-b.” The tears well up in my eyes and the look my dad wears, it says more than any words I could muster up. I set the mugs down on the counter and wrap my arms around his middle, his palms running through the strands of my hair as my tears fall freely, catching on the scratchy red fabric of his customary Christmas sweater. “I know you’re scared, but it’s okay. It’s okay to love someone, sweetheart.”

The sounds of quick feet and fast thumping up the stairs draws our attention, and I wipe my cheeks before grabbing the still-warm mugs. Stepping back out into the main dining room and I’m met with something I thought I’d never see.

Molly’s tiny body is tucked into Leon’s forearm, the muscle tensing in anxiety as he cradles this small human. Her head is tilted toward his chest and her eyes are wide open. She inherited her mother’s bright green eyes. Holy shit he’s holding a baby. I think my ovaries are exploding. His face is passive, and if you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t think he was phased. Too bad I know better.

“You okay there, Superman?” I tease, setting the mugs down before plopping myself down into the chair next to him.

“Please take her,” he whispers, as if raising his voice any louder will break Molly’s carefully maintained peace. She tilts her head slightly before her lip drops into a small frown. “She’s gonna scream please, I don’t know what to do.”

“You’ve never held a baby before?” I ask, setting my hand on his arm. He’s as warm as normal, and I feel the hair on his skin stand on edge as my fingers graze against it. He shakes his head with fervor, fear lighting up the blues of his iris’.

“Sweetheart, seriously. She’s about to cry.” I shake my head with a giggle as I stand to help the big strong government agent. Instead of taking her though, I shift her in his arms so she is settled comfortably in the crook of his elbow, her head cradled while her body is supported by his arm as the frown fades from her tiny features. His other arm sits on his thigh, twitching in anxiety.

“You weren’t holding her right, that’s why she was so upset. Here, take your other arm like this,” I say, tenderly grabbing his hand and placing it against her belly, where she reaches for his hand. Molly’s little fingers wrap around his, one hand gripping his pointer finger while the other holds his pinky, and he releases an almost inaudible gasp as he notices this. “You okay?” I ask before I glance up at his face. Leon’s got tears in his eyes, and for a second, I worry that I overstepped. He asked me to take her. Why didn’t I just listen when-

“She’s so… tiny…” There is wonder in his tone, voice whispy and awe-struck. “How does something so precious and small turn into…”

“A person?” He nods in response. “Through a lot of love and TLC,” I say with a chuckle.

“Well that explains a lot about me,” he mumbles. His parents. I give his arm a quick squeeze before resting my cheek on his shoulder; I can feel the muscles tense before relaxing beneath my jaw.

“I think you turned out to be a great person, Superman.”

“Thanks.” It’s whispered, and I wouldn’t have heard him if I wasn’t sitting so close. The silence is comfortable as Molly’s eyes begin to drift closed, grip still tight on Leon’s much larger fingers.

“So, ever want any?” I question, a teasing smile on my lips even though Leon definitely can’t see it.

“What, kids?” I nod against his shoulder muscle. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’ll ever be in the cards.”

“Why?” Pulling back to look at him, confused.

“Have you seen what I do?” He lightly shakes with laughter. “I’m not exactly father material.”

“I think you’d be a great dad.” The words come out unconsciously. For a beat, not a sound passes between us besides our breaths and Molly’s hushed cooing as she slips into a presumably warm slumber. Leon shifts slowly so as to not stir Molly, and when I turn to look to see what has captured his attention, our noses brush. Completely sober. Wide awake. He just looks at me. If I blink, I’ll miss the look in his eyes. The fleeting longing. The quick glance at my lips. Without thinking, my tongue darts out to wet them.

“Just…” he whispers as the distance between us shrinks, and it takes a pause for me to realize we’re both leaning in. His breath brushes against my lips, a slight chill skimming them from the moisture left from when I wet them. Lids sliding shut, heavy from the weight of anticipation. For a fleeting moment, they brush.

“Leon, thank you so much for taking Molly-” Natalie rushes into the room and we fly apart as if lightning has struck both of us, straight through our spines. “Oh, am I interrupting something?” Quickly mumbled ‘no’s follow before Leon passes Molly back over to her mother before she falls into too deep of a sleep. Bright red cheeks, huffed out breaths. When I finally manage to meet his eyes, the contact doesn’t last. We almost… Was he going to…

Hours pass, a Christmas movie playing in the background as I catch the agent’s attention, gesturing to the dining room with a jerk of my head, and without a word, he follows.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” He plants himself in a chair, and I follow suit, perching in the chair next to him.

“I know we said no gifts, but…” The small rectangle is wrapped in red paper that is decorated with pictures of Frosty the Snowman, and I press it into his hands without further question.

“Sweetheart-”

“Just… Just open it.” He sighs before digging his fingers into the flimsy paper, revealing the gift inside. “It’s not much, but you made a comment about not having anything personal on your desk at work, so…” The frame is made of simple black wood, but the picture inside is what matters. It was over the summer. He was home for a few weeks, and Claire insisted on us all going to the beach. We were all at least 3 shots of tequila deep when this picture was taken. A silly piggy back ride that I attempted to squirm free from after I realized his intent was absolutely to drop me in the chilly ocean water. My hair is in a swirl around my head, strands of it even sticking to Leon’s sweaty skin. Bright grins from both of us, and for a moment, it’s easy to forget that he has seen hell and back. My eyes are squeezed shut as I wheeze from laughter, and his are locked on my face beside him. My swimsuit is barely visible, mostly covered by my hair and Leon’s bare chest. We look happy. He looks happy.

“This is…”

“I know, it’s not great but I just-”

“It’s perfect.” He looks up at me as he leans forward, arm winding around my shoulders to tug me into an overheated hug that causes me to start sweating immediately. “Thank you.” The air feels brisk once he lets go, the sudden warmth vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Rising from my chair, I offer him a hand.

“Wanna go finish that movie, Superman?”

“Not so fast!” Natalie yelps as she rushes in from the living room, and Leon and I both freeze in place, both of us standing by this point, looking at her with confused glances. She points up with her finger and my eyes follow the gesture.

They put mistletoe in the fucking dining room? I can practically feel the blush crawling across my cheeks painfully slow, and I drop my eyes to the floor as my arms wrap around each other. Light footsteps rush out of the room, and I realize Natalie has bolted out of the room. BITCH.

“We don’t have to actually-” his hand slides under my chin, tilting my head up and before I can even process it, his lips press to mine. It’s short-lived, but it’s impossible to miss the subtle taste of eggnog and rum. The warmth. Spearmint. His lips are chapped, although that hardly matters at the moment, heart fluttering against my chest as he pulls back, just enough for our noses to brush again. I am never going to be able to forget this.

“Thank you.” Neither of us have opened our eyes, almost afraid to break these precious seconds.

“For what?” I whisper back.

“For everything.”

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lawscorazon · 2 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

minors do not interact.┊2.4k words

it’s a shitty thing, isn’t it? wanting to fuck your best friend’s older sister? but gojo had his eyes on you, and once he locked his eyes on a target, it was almost a certain victory.

pairing: gojo satoru x femme!reader (she/her)

content warning: older sister!reader (early twenties), gojo (19), brief mention of gore and video game violence, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, cum eating, public sex, a little brat tame-y tbh

part 1. part 2.

“shit!”

gojo cursed to himself, having once again been eaten by zombies.

“ugh, screw this. i’m gonna go get a snack,“ he announced and threw down his controller as he stood up to leave.

gojo and geto’s relationship had aged far past formalities. the white-haired boy practically lived at his friend's house, especially after class. at this point, he maneuvered through geto’s parent’s house as if it were his own.

“y’all got anything good in here?” he asked, turning to his best friend who was still very much entranced in the game.

geto’s controller clacked around violently and the bright lights flashed in his narrow eyes reflecting all the guts, blood, and murder that was taking place on screen. gut-wrenching screams and gunshots filled his bedroom, defiling the quiet of the otherwise peaceful afternoon. there was no telling who’s side he was on anymore. the zombies or the humans?

“yeah, i think my mom just bought some fruit and stuff,” he said finally, eyes still fixed on the screen. “there should be some grapes in there.”

“grapes??” gojo scoffed with disgust on his tongue at the mere thought of anything other than processed sugars and cakes being offered to him as a snack. no candy? no sodas?? but grapes??

he grabbed the door knob, pausing before opening it. “next i come in here, there better be some good shit.”

“then bring your own snacks, you heathen,” geto spat back, face contorting into weird expressions as he concentrated on the game.

exiting the door, gojo flipped off his best friend, not that he would’ve seen it away. he then shut the door behind him just in time to mute the litany of swears spewing from geto’s lips. whomever’s side he was on, he was definitely losing.

on his way down the stairs, gojo couldn’t help but smirk at your door on the other side of the hall, decorated with pink stickers, posters, and get out signs to deter intruders, more cute than foreboding.

he wondered what was going on the other side of that door. what were you wearing? hopefully those short shorts that you loved so much. the ones that your ass hung out of? you were always so sexy when you so fortunately strutted around the house in those whenever he was around. almost as if you did it just for him…

it’s a shitty thing, isn’t it? wanting to fuck your best friend’s older sister? but gojo had his eyes on you, and once he locked his eyes on a target, it was almost a certain victory.

you had a nice little thing going. he’d make some smartass comment and you’d yell at him or roll your eyes. it didn’t matter your reaction, as long as he had your attention. if he stayed under your skin long enough, he was sure he was that much closer to getting under your panties.

a few minutes later, he came back up the stairs, grapes in hand, as well as a couple other miscellaneous fruits he found. approaching your door, he couldn’t miss today’s opportunity to raise your blood pressure, so he decided to make a quick detour before heading back to geto’s room.

“my brother and his friend are here. they’re so loud,” you complained to your best friend over the phone, sprawled out over your bed which was donned with fluffy pink pillows and plushies.

“yeah, the one with the eyes,” you confirmed, now turning into your stomach and kicking your feet in the air, “why are they like that?”

“not the miley cyrus meme, oh my fucking god,” you cackled at your friends joke.

gojo stood there by your door listening in on your conversation.

‘oh, so you think about me?’ he thought to himself, raising his eyebrows in amusement, ignoring the petty insults. what was there to be upset about? at this rate, you were practically his already.

“he’s hot, though. i’m not even gonna lie,” you confessed towards the decrescendo of your laughter.

‘got ‘em,’ he smirked to himself.

“but he’s such a smartass. the only productive thing a guy can do with his mouth is eat pus-“

knock, knock

you groaned sitting up in your bed and excused yourself from your call for a moment. doesn’t anyone read the signs??

“what?” you spat, voice dripping with venom.

“hey,” gojo announced himself, opening the door and taking his place leaning cooly against the frame. his legs were crossed at the ankles drinking in the sight of your body. you and those fucking shorts…

irritation was beginning to simmer your blood at the mere sight of gojo satoru. must he always ruin your evenings with his presence?? one may fear your eyes may get stuck by how hard you rolled them.

”ugh, suguru’s room is the other way, loser,” you sneered.

‘and a tank top too? aw, now you’re just teasing me,’ he thought, leering at the way your perky tits sat up in your tank top, pert nipples printing through your shirt. and were those nipple rings? such a naughty girl…

“i got some snacks. you want any?” he offered, holding up the fruit in his hands.

“what? no. get out of my room, satoru. i’m on the phone,” you scoffed.

‘you’re so cute when you’re angry’

“are you sure?” he baited, his voice song-like. “i heard they’re pretty good this time of year…”

you glared back at him with narrow eyes as his azure ones sparkled at you.

letting out an exasperated sigh, promising your friend you'd call back, you conceded to the nuisance hoping that if you’d entertained him he’d go away.

“if it’ll get you out of my room then fine,” you groaned, crawling over to the edge of your bed.

gojo tossed you a peach, setting down the bag of grapes on your dresser and leaving his post in the open doorway to walk closer to you. you caught the fruit and sunk your teeth into the fuzzy skin while your tongue lapped up the sweet flesh and juices that gushed from it.

he watched you with a lecherous glare, tongue dragging along his top lip that quirked into a grin.

“now, what are you gonna eat?” you asked, with a mouth full of peach.

“don’t worry about me. i’ve got a taste for something else,” he said, eyes fixed on your lips. he then raised a hand to wipe the juice running down your chin, before popping his fingers into his mouth.

you stared back at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape. what was he doing??? and why were you enjoying it???

before you could utter a word gojo chimed in.

“what was that you were saying about being more productive with my mouth?” he baited, now slinking between your legs on the floor. he rested his hands on either sides of your hips slowly caressing the flesh of your thighs and ass.

the mix of emotions were dizzying; your heart was banging against your rib cage flooding a rush of chemicals throughout your body; your head was spinning, unable to grasp the sudden turn of events, but was it from anxiety or arousal?

“satoru, w-what are you doing??” you stammered, trying to take control of the situation, but the desperation in your voice was more than evident.

“what do you want me to do?” he asked. his voice low and drenched in lust as he peppered kisses along your plush inner thighs pulling tiny gasps from you.

with each teasing kiss, your resolve withered away, hips beginning to buck up on their own accord chasing his lips that seemed to move everywhere besides where you wanted them most.

“ah ah, use your words,” he admonished, pulling away from your core. he was enjoying the shift in power, a smug grin permanently plastered on his lips. gojo had been playing the long game and he knew it was only a matter of time, before you’d be melting under his touch.

“satoru- hmmp, please…” you begged, your voice diminishing into a pathetic whimper, all boldness dissipating under the lust that was slowly taking over your body.

“oh she’s sour and she’s sweet?” he teased, through a chuckle, “wanna see if you taste the same…”

gojo then hooked his fingers under the band of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear in one fell swoop.

“s-satoru, you idiot, the door!” you barked in a loud whisper, fighting back moans as he ran a curious finger through your folds, playing in your slick.

“what about it?” he dismissed, as if it were no more trivial than what color socks he was wearing. he then ran his tongue through your slit, before dipping into your dripping cunt and moaning at the taste of you. no summer fruit could compare to the sweet nectar that dripped from your hole, and all for him…

“c-close it,” you begged, “what if suguru sees?”

“then you’ll just have to shut up, won’t you?” he said matter-of-factly, coming up for air and then disappearing between your thighs again.

gojo latched is soft lips around your puffy clit, gently suckling on it in a way that knocked the breath out of your lungs. your hand snapping to grasp at white strands as you grinded against his face begging for more.

your eyes never left the door though, constantly watching for any sign of movement, anxiety twisting your guts at the thought of your brother finding you getting tongued down by his best friend. but somewhere along the lines, the anxiety melted into the lust and the depravity of it all only spurred you on more.

gojo continued to lap at your cunt, massaging his tongue against your clit with firm and long strokes that had your eyes rolling back into your head. you had to bite the back of your own hand to keep from screaming.

you could no longer hold up your own weight at this point, feeling your limbs begin to turn to jelly. you laid back to prop yourself on your elbow while your other hand continued to tangle in his hair.

‘fuck he’s good at this. why is he so good at this?’ you thought to yourself, feeling warmth begin to pool in your abdomen.

as if he could read your thoughts, gojo’s eyes met yours flashing you a wink before they fluttered closed again, losing himself in your taste.

across the hall, you heard geto cursing loudly at his game, reminding you of the danger that threatened to ruin your fun at any moment.

“satoru, hurry up!” you whispered, bucking up into his face for him to wrap things up. this was no time for savoring the moment.

gojo paid you no mind, keeping his leisurely pace as he made out with your clit.

“satoru, please-ah!” you yelped feeling two long fingers plunge through your walls, so effortlessly splitting you open.

he had finally gotten you under his thumb and now you were gonna rush him? he supposed you were right. this was only the beginning and he’d never get the chance to fuck you if his best friend were to find out.

he began to piston his fingers in and out of you quickly and sucking your clit further into his mouth drawing wet circles wildly over the sensitive bud. the obscene sounds of your wet pussy fill the room.

you couldn’t care less at his point, holding back a silent screaming feeling his knuckles rub against your walls. all you could do was whimper and moan under him feeling the coil in your belly tighten, so so close to snapping.

as the pads of his fingers graze your g-spot, stimulating it again and again your body seized, catapulting you into ecstasy.

you come down hard, body trembling uncontrollably under gojo’s hands as he slurps up your juices as they gush from your hole, loud enough that you’re sure you may be heard.

with whatever strength you have left in your body, you smack at his head, snapping at him to shut up.

gojo pulled away from you with a chuckle, swatting your hands away from him. he sat back on his ass, chin glistening in a mix of your juices and his saliva when he wiped his chin with the back of his hands. admiring his glistening fingers, now pruned from being in your wet heat, he popped them into his mouth with a delighted hum making eye contact with you in your disheveled state.

“gochisousama!” he chimed, pressing his hands together.

“god, you’re so annoying!” you huffed, chest still heaving from your high.

“you know, you’re a lot nicer when you’re begging me to eat you out,” he said, as he brought himself to stand.

it was as if a switch flipped in your brain that your eye began to twitch with anger.

“GET OUT!” you screamed, assaulting him with a barrage of pillows and plushies, throwing him out of your room.

you threw yourself back on your bed with a hard thump and smothered your face into a nearby pillow to muffle your screams. you wished you could smother yourself to death. it was a far better fate than dying of embarrassment.

gojo closed the door with a soft click, grapes in hand as well as another little souvenir. with a smile on his face, he gazed at the your pretty pink thong before stuffing them into his pocket as he made his way across the hall.

twisting the knob, he entered geto’s room who was still too engulfed in his game to notice his presence. there was no way he could’ve heard his visit with his sister.

gojo threw the bag of grapes onto geto’s lap, taking his seat in the gaming chair next to him.

“what took you so long?” geto asked, pausing the game and setting down his controller.

“ran into your sister,” gojo responded with a smirk, propping his feet up on the small table.

geto looked back at him, a little sceptical, before deciding to move on.

“you want some?” he offered, digging his hand into the bag of grapes and popping a few in his mouth.

“nah,” gojo declined, “i ate something on the way here.”

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soft4gguk · 2 years

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to build a home | interlude: youth

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: alcohol, slight voyeurism, making out bc I love it, soft dom kook, sub reader, oral (m & female receiving), fingering, protected sex, multiple orgasms, vulnerable sex!!, they’re sweet towards one another, oc’s sober in the smut part!! do not fret, tinsy bit of after care, just overall soft tbh.

Author’s Note: hiiii <3 I am so sorry for how long this took to put out and for all the delays but it is here! I can’t believe that I’m writing this couple again – I’m so excited for the next full chapter, just writing this interlude gave me many ideas for it. As u can see from the length, I couldn’t stop writing this. It feels good! Hope u enjoy and let me know if u do <33 love u to the moon x

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Interlude: Youth

(this takes place sometime after chapter 10)

You find a moment of solace the minute you step into the long hallway on your quest to find the nearest toilet. You’re not necessarily in need of it, more so seeking a bit of calm as opposed to the storm that rumbles in the living room of the apartment Lucy dragged you to, in the promises of cheap booze and good music. One of her pastry chef friends was celebrating a birthday and as you casually peruse around his well-lived home, you try to make a mental effort to remember his name. It’s to no avail though, your memory failing you as it battles around with the first promise. The booze had indeed been cheap but it had been mixed with freshly squeezed orange juice and the only way you can explain such occurrence is, well, pastry chef friends.

The second promise hasn’t quite been met, but then again you reckon music taste is a subjective matter and by no means would you want to come off as snobby. So, you danced nonetheless, making friends with a confidence you would’ve not had if the lights hadn’t been mere neon specks of green, pink and blue and if the people around you looked sober enough to hold a conversation.

It wasn’t a bad way to spend a Saturday night and you can feel the way your body relaxes alongside your demeanour. You lean against the wall, the music now somewhat distant and muffled as the hallway encases you in contrasting silence. Your eyes close, almost involuntarily as you bask in it – the introvert in you rejoicing.

It’s then that you hear giggles, somewhat distant but clear as day. Your eyes open, unconsciously looking for the source, slightly attracted to the giddy sounds as they begin to grow louder. Your gaze lands on a room a couple of doors down, slightly ajar as dim light shines through it. Your feet have a mind of their own as you begin making your way down, curious for some reason.

The giggles turn into a sound that’s hard to miss – a little whimper that drags into something passionate and it takes your eyes about a second to register the image you’re posed with the moment you’re close enough to the door. They’re kissing; fervent hands roaming down each other’s bodies, quiet whispers you can’t quite make out, but sound much like the promise of love. Or perhaps it’s lust – you don’t know these people after all. For all that it’s worth they could be lovers for one night, but boy are they making it count. Her fingers get tangled in his hair as he makes his descend, pulling out little whines from her lips and though you can’t make out much, you see the way she squirms in his hold, making him laugh. That’s the last innocent sound you hear, which signals your queue to go.

You make sure to quietly close the door as you walk past the room and into the bathroom, feeling slightly giddy and airy yourself. You’ve never been much of an spectator, having difficulty with letting yourself immerse in the explicit nature of porn because, well, it lacks a story – intimacy, a plot. Or a good one at that. Call it romanticism, you just couldn’t relate. To your good fortune, your imagination ran wild enough to do the job. Yet there’s something about what you just witnessed that has your body warming up to the touch as you bring a hand to your cheek, staring at your reflection in the mirror, a trail of shivers running up your spine.

What you do next comes as no surprise.

“___?”

There’s only one person on your mind, after all. Perhaps the sole reason why you feel this way.

“Jungkook,” it’s a sigh that drags a bit at the end.

“Are you okay?” He worries. He uses that tone that doesn’t falter – stern and precise, and you blush slightly at the way your stomach flips at this.

“Yeah- yes. I’m okay. I’m sorry, it must be late.”

You can hear his smile when he says, “nearing one o’clock. What’s up?”

“Shit. Sorry, Jungkook. I hope I didn’t wake you up. I’ll let you go-”

“Hey, no, no. Don’t worry about it. Soori’s at my parents, I had dinner pretty late and I was up reading. You didn’t wake me up.”

“What are you reading?”

He laughs at how fast your question reaches him. “The Catcher in the Rye.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh?”

“Don’t tease me. I was trying to remember what was the last book I read that I actually enjoyed. I read this before moving to New York, light years ago.”

“Bold choice for a Saturday night.” You say, humour still lacing your voice but only as to mask the troop of butterflies that settle in your gut at the image of him, in bed, shirt off perhaps, reading a book that moves him – or once did, at least. It’s intimate through your eyes, in the language you speak.

“Yeah, I kind of feel nineteen again- wait, where are you?”

You giggle. “I’m at a party.”

“What kind of party?”

“Um,” you ponder, finding words to explain your surroundings. “A house party? Pastry chef friend of Lucy. A birthday. God awful booze. That Justin Bieber song that’s everywhere has been played three times already. You know,” you paint him a picture.

“Well, you’ve stripped me off my fantasy. I feel twenty-eight again.”

“I like you twenty-eight.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” it’s dreamy and he doesn’t miss it.

“You okay, baby? Why aren’t you out there having fun?”

You giggle yet again.

“Hm,” he gives. “Are you drunk?”

“I shouldn’t be. I had one drink- and a half!”

He laughs at this. “And a half?”

“Yeah. Don’t patronize me.”

“Never. You are a bit of a lightweight, though.”

“And what if I am?”

You’re going around in circles, prolonging the conversation because you’d take any excuse to keep him on the line.

“Nothing. You’re perfect like that. Just be careful, okay? Is Lucy there? Is she okay?” He’s aware he sounds very much like Jungkook the dad, but he can’t help it.

“Yeah. Lucy’s dancing – she’s an extrovert, you see. Unlike me. I like the bathroom.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Go dance with her, you’re a good dancer.”

“I called because I missed you.”

“I miss you, too.” He hesitates for a second, wanting to say more but at the same time not wanting to keep you away from the party that he can hear going on at the end of the line. “Go have fun. Go be young.”

You want to tell him that it’s with him that you feel young. Alive, impulsive, brave. All of your favourite sentiments. But you opt for a soft, “okay.”

“I’ll see you Monday?”

“Okay.”

And so, the line disconnects and you pretend like that’s enough. You attempt to fool your heart into believing your short phone call satiated your longing. The way your brain fogged up with the thought of him, over and over again as the night progressed.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Over drinks and seamless conversations, Lucy’s futile attempts at keeping you on the makeshift dancefloor for more than two songs, it was him who your thoughts landed on.

You think about that couple – probably tangled up in each other’s bodies right now, in some stranger’s bed yet too blissed out to care, let alone move from the embrace. You think about the way Jungkook holds you after he’s had you, like he doesn’t want to let you go. Like he doesn’t have to; time his greatest ally as it stops for just you two.

Your heart wins and that’s how you end up back in the bathroom, temple pressed against the wooden door as the phone rings in your ear. Through the reflection in the mirror, you can see your flushed cheeks. You blame the alcohol and the way your stomach flutters in anticipation – not knowing whether he’ll answer your slightly drunken, yet passionate call.

Passionate is a stretch, you realize, but you can’t help it feeling like so.

“___?”

“I’m okay. I’m safe.” You say, sensing the worry in his voice the moment he picks up. “Did I wake you up?”

“No. Halfway through The Catcher in the Rye now…,” you hear the bedsheets shuffling, can picture him getting comfortable, a bit sleepy and relaxed – supple. You wish you could be there.

“I’m now two and a half drinks in…”

“Hm… and how many dances?”

“Maybe three. And three quarters.”

He laughs at this and the smile that paints your face follows right after. “Having fun?”

“I am. But missing you makes it hard.”

If you could see him, you wouldn’t miss the way his cheeks take on the prettiest shade of red – suddenly warm against the coolness of his pillows.

When he stays quiet, you sigh. “Is this extremely juvenile?”

“A little.”

“I wish I cared,” you say.

“I don’t want you to.” You hear shuffling yet again and his voice picks up distance when he says, “where are you?”

“Pastry chef’s birthday party, I told you.”

“No, I meant- send me your location.”

You can barely contain your smile, biting your lip as you tease him. “What for?”

He rolls his eyes and somehow, you know this. “Wanna see you. Maybe feed you as well.”

“As in sexually?”

He snorts. “No. As in carbs. You’re drunk, missy.”

“I am not! I only had two and-”

“A half drinks, yeah, yeah. Now send me your location. I’m on my way to you.”

He hangs up and the reflection in the mirror smiles back at you. Giddy, happy, young.

“I love carbs.” You say, voice muffled as you not so graciously bite into your burger.

“Hm,” Jungkook agrees, biting into his own, eyes glued to you as you close your eyes and moan in pure satisfaction. “I can see that. Not even I get those sounds out of you.”

You chuckle over a mouthful, hand coming up to save your grace as best as you can. “Don’t get too jealous. I’d choose your meat any day.”

He chokes, completely taken aback by your words, eyes wide staring at you with an amused look on his face.

“I do apologize for that, I let my intrusive thoughts take over.”

He laughs at your blank expression, nonchalant as you shove a handful of fries into your mouth. “No, please. Don’t apologize. Dirty talk me further, it’s flattering.”

“I’m trying to come up with a good pun that relates to this milkshake… but my brain is fried,” you say, holding up a French fry, a cheeky grin adorning your face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he holds your face, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pout as he brings his closer, giving you a kiss that ends way too soon for your liking.

You’re sat inside his car, in the middle of the empty parking lot of a McDonalds. Your drunken indecisiveness made the drive thru experience surely something, and Jungkook simply ended up ordering one of everything that caught your eye. He laughs to himself at the thought that you wouldn’t be able to finish it, proving him wrong as you bask in the bliss only carbs can offer in your drunken state.

“Jungkook,” you call, glassy eyes staring at him.

“Yeah?” He leans forwards, lips closing around the straw, sipping on your vanilla milkshake as his big eyes stare up at you.

“Don’t take me home- to mine, I mean. I wanna be with you…”

He smiles. “Okay. You’re coming with me.”

He kisses you, lips sweet and soft and it’s so easy to fall into the act, moving closer to him – wanting more. You’re greedy, you realize. Another inevitable trace of the youth in you, the youth he ignites from you. You pull away, only for a second, hazy eyes taking him in. His hair is messy, longer now. White long-sleeved shirt and grey sweatpants, so boy and so yours. He smiles when he catches you staring, sweet and knowing as he takes you in as well.

You shorten the distance, lips crashing into his with more fervour now, hands traveling to the back of his neck as your fingers tangle in the strands of hair at his nape. He gives in easily, sighing against your lips and letting your tongue meet his as you deepen the kiss. A throaty whimper passes your lips, reaching his and bringing him back from the cloud that kissing you encases him in.

“Wait, wait,” he pants against your mouth.

“Why,” you ask, pouting.

“You’re drunk, baby.” He puts distance between you two as he settles back into the driver’s seat.

You follow his movements, huffing a bit stubbornly as you know you won’t convince him with this, and not wanting to make him uncomfortable either.

“Let’s go home, yeah? You’re probably tired. We can cuddle and watch The Cooking Channel.”

You can’t help but smile at this, glassy eyes staring at him as your hand settles back at his nape, massaging it tenderly. “I’d like that, yes.”

It feels… good. And it’s then that you realize that perhaps this night has brought a different kind of intimacy. One that’s less physical yet intentional, not lacking the personal dynamic you guys have settled into.

It fills you with hope.

It fills you with all the good things in the world, really.

You begin to slip into total soberness the moment you step inside his house, the car ride had been quiet yet pleasing; soft music playing through the speakers, the ambient lights turned blue and his hand in yours. You thought the butterflies in your stomach over the simple act were due to the alcohol but now you it’s proven to be a false statement. You don’t run away from the feeling, though – it’s too good.

He tells you to get comfortable, offers up his shower as he retrieves a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie from his walk-in closet, telling you to feel at home as he goes to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water and some painkillers so the hangover won’t get you tomorrow.

You stand under the hot streams, it cascades over your body, relaxing you immediately. Closing your eyes, you just stand there, a certain quiet and peace about the moment that feels comforting and it takes your mind mere seconds to fall back into Jungkook. You think of him and his comfy clothes. His messy hair and slightly tired eyes. You think about the discarded copy of The Catcher in the Rye you found on top of his sheets the moment you stepped inside his bedroom. And of the times you’ve spent in this shower – in his company, his embrace. His hands on you, his lips an incoherent prayer against yours that you understood all too well, simply because you spoke his same language. Simply because you felt the same. You think of the couple back at the party – you think of youth.

When you step back inside his bedroom, you’re wearing the fluffy robe he’d left out for you, your long hair still wet and dripping at the ends. Your mind’s clear and set, and you know what you want next. You’re only hoping he grants it.

He’s perched against the pillows, book in hand once again and he must be invested because it takes him a beat too long to look up at you.

“How was your shower?” He smiles when he sees you.

“It was good, thank you.”

“Hm,” he says, sighing as he lets his body fall back into the soft pillows, head tilting a bit as he watches you walk over to him. Your knee touches the bed, hands on the mattress as you crawl over to him. “Hey…” he has a lazy smile, almost like he knows.

“I missed you.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that…” he feigns indifference but his cheeks tint red and his legs open slightly as you get closer, making space for you.

You roll your eyes. “Fine, I won’t say it again.”

“That’s a cruel punishment for such an innocent joke, don’t you think?”

“What? You like to know I miss you?” He simply hums, as if contemplating. “That I wish you were there, and by there, I mean everywhere. Even if I don’t think you would’ve enjoyed the cheap booze and shitty music.”

He finally gives, laughing the way you love most, nose scrunch and everything. “I would’ve endured it for you.”

“I rather be here.”

And it’s then that his hands reach out, cupping your face, bringing you closer, letting his lips fall into yours as you kiss, slow but with fervour, with want and need – love and lust. It has a gentleness to it, the kiss. The way his thumb runs slow circles against your shin as you capture his bottom lip between your teeth slowly, no rush behind your actions. He whines against your mouth, in pure pleasure as the air grows heavy around you in the best way possible.

You don’t waste time as you let your hand fall from his chest to his lap, dangerously close to where he wants you the most. He jumps a little at the contact. Paradoxically enough, the impulse behind the need for him and the desire to take your time blend perfectly together, and you let your fingers dance over the waistband of his sweats, caressing the soft skin of his abdomen, feeling the ridges and his strength as his tummy clenches in anticipation.

“Wait,” he pulls away, gaze looking for yours and you already know what he’s about to say next.

“I’m fine – I promise. I’m sober. I want this, I need you, Jungkook.”

“I need you, too.”

Your lips crash against his again, passionately and a bit harsher this time in attempts to let him know. You give – you give as your fingers hook against the elastic of his sweatpants, finding him at half mast over his Calvin’s. He whimpers against your tongue, head falling back into the pillows, bringing you with him as he catches you off guard. You chuckle at this, lips running over his jaw, down the crook of his neck as you leave wet kisses against his warm skin. He smells so good – soft and homey, the way you love it the most. His scent is slowly starting to resemble home to you.

His cock hardens against your touch the more you add pressure to the slow strokes and when his throaty moans start to sound a bit too impatient you give yet again, making your way down and helping him get rid of his sweatpants and boxers. You make a little show of removing your robe, letting it fall past your shoulders. His eyes follow your every move, his big hand taking a hold of his cock, slow strokes aiding his pleasure. You settle between his legs, tummy against the mattress as you replace his hand with yours, looking up at him as he bites his lip and gives a little nod, encouraging you to keep going.

When you take him in your mouth, his hand falls to your cheek, eyes closing in pleasure as a moan leaves his pink lips. Your tongue travels from base to tip, coating him in your saliva as you try to get him as wet as you possible can for you. Your lips close around the head and his gaze travels back down, hazy eyes looking at you. You give a little suck, testing the waters as your tongue flattens against his frenulum, moving the muscle expertly from side to side before you’re taking him as much as you can. You gag as you feel him against your throat, his fingers tangling in your wet hair.

“Fuck. I love your mouth. I love your mouth so much.”

You repeat the motions, tongue swirling over the head of his cock, paying attention to the places you know feel the best for him before your throat is closing around him – slow and then all too fast, leaving him a heaving mess in no time.

“I love how big you feel on my tongue, Koo,” you look up at him, catching your breath as your hand strokes his throbbing cock, the feeling almost ecstatic to Jungkook with all the extra lubrication from your saliva.

“Yeah?” And even though it’s rhetoric, you nod, glassy eyes looking up at him, sending his head into a spiral over how good you look right now – fucked out in front of his cock. “You look so fucking pretty down there, baby.”

With little warning, you take him in your mouth again, deepthroating him easily this time. You don’t miss the whine that passes his lips, or the way his fingers tighten against your scalp, pulling a little, sending a shiver down your spine in pure pleasure. Your hand travels down, playing with his balls as his grip gets tighter. You moan against his cock and it makes Jungkook’s stomach clench, walking dangerously close to the edge. He pulls you away in one swift movement, not so gently, but you like it. You like it so much that you dare push him further, tongue flicking over his tip, circling around the sensitive skin, head hovering against his cock as he holds your head by your hair. You smile when his dick twitches, looking up at him as he hisses.

“Stop.” He warns, his deep voice making you clench around nothing.

“Please,” you beg, trying to get closer to him, to feel him hot and heavy against your tongue again.

He tugs harder at your scalp. “You don’t listen well, do you?”

“Want you to cum,” you gasp as his grip tightens, “down my throat.”

He has to close his eyes for a second to gather back his composure. He loves it when you get filthy for him, your words not matching that sweet face of yours. But he doesn’t bend, stopping you yet again with a firm, “no.”

He moves quickly, so much so you barely register the way he pulls you up and closer to him before he’s pushing you back against the bed and hovering on top of you.

“Behave.” He relishes in the way you can’t quite reach his lips, a desperate little whimper passing your plump lips. “Because bad girls get nothing, baby. Be good.”

“Fuck, Jungkook. P-please, touch me. Please.”

“You’re so needy today, aren’t you?”

“I am- I need you so bad. Couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole night.” You push your hips closer to his, in a frail attempt to feel him, but it’s to no avail, leaving you panting.

“Yeah? Tell me. Tell me what you thought about.”

His hand makes a steady descend down your body, fingers grazing your nipple as you arch your back before he’s bringing his mouth down to hover over it, his hot breath makes the bud harden and he runs his tongue over it.

You moan in sweet relief at having his mouth on you.

“Tell me, baby. Be a good girl for me.”

“I- I thought about how much I missed you.” He sucks on your nipple, making your nerves aware of him, tummy clenching in pleasure. “I was looking for the bathroom and- and I saw something.” You’re a stuttering mess but he follows.

“What did you see?” He looks up at you, mouth traveling to your other nipple, his hand gripping your waist before it travels to your hips, his gentle touch there heavily contrasting from the way his teeth bite gently at the sensitive skin of your breasts.

“I- a couple, I think. They were…,” your eyes close, moaning in pleasure as his hand snakes in-between your thighs. “In a room, they- they were kissing.”

“Hm. That so?”

“Y-yeah, shit. Yeah,” you sigh, your whole body tensing and relaxing repeatedly as his fingers run against your slit, quickly parting your lips and gathering your slick before his nimble fingers circle your clit.

“What else?” He asks, adding more pressure against your sensitive bud, tongue working your nipple. You drift, focused on the pleasure he’s igniting as opposed to his question. “What else, ___? Focus, angel.”

“He, oh my god.” His middle and ring finger circle against your opening before pushing inside of you slowly. “He was going down on her.” You say, in-between moans as he begins shallowly thrusting into you.

“And you stood there and watched?” You nod, it’s all you can do. “That’s naughty, isn’t it? Would’ve never guessed it from that sweet face of yours.”

“I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Did you think of me doing that to you? Kissing you…,” he brings his lips back to yours, kissing you for a brief moment before he continues, “going down on you…” his fingers press against that spot and it has you mewling against his lips. He chuckles. “You did, huh…”

“Y-yeah. Yeah, Jungkook. I did.”

“What else did you think about?”

He makes his way down, settling between your legs, wasting no time as his tongue runs a stripe against your slit, fingers moving in and out of you as his lips close around your clit, giving light suckles to it in between long strokes of his tongue.

“I thought about how much I like the way you make me feel,” you’re freed of inhibitions, mind too clouded with pleasure to hold back a feeling, let alone the world of you feel for Jungkook. “About how in a room full of people, you wouldn’t leave my mind for long enough to not long for you.” Your last words get caught up in a whimper.

He looks up at you, something you can’t quite read dancing around his irises. “I like the way you say things, have I told you that?” You nod, because he has. It’s a vulnerable moment you two share, beyond the physicality of your actions. You look into his eyes, moaning again as he lands a soft kiss against your clit. “So sweet – you’re so sweet, baby.”

“Jungkook,” it’s a sigh, the way you say his name. Your hands run through his hair, bringing him closer to you. “Fuck me. Please.”

He gives one last suck to suck your clit, quickly moving towards his bedside table, retrieving a condom before he’s removing his shirt. Your legs open further for him, welcoming him back between them. You watch as he tears the foil open with his teeth, rolling the condom over his shaft in one swift motion. Your hands reach out for him, bringing him closer to you as his chest presses against yours.

“You ready, baby?”

You nod, pulling him closer to you to you can kiss him, your lips parting in pleasure the moment his tip enters you, slowly pushing into you. It takes all the self-control in him to not plunge into you. You feel so wet and tight around him, gripping his cock tighter every time he pushes an inch further.

“You feel so good. So, so good. Baby,” he whispers against your lips, bottoming out and letting you get used to his girth for a second.

“So do you- fuck, Koo.” You kiss him, legs wrapping around his waist as you push him closer to you, silently begging him to move. And when he does, your vision goes white – pleasure taking over you, the heat he radiates in your closeness making everything better tenfold. “I wanted this s-so bad. S-so much. Wanted you so much.” You ramble against his lips, needy and fucking precious in his eyes.

He hisses at the way you clench around him, his thrusts getting deeper, your words making his head spin and his body even more receptive to you.

“Sweet. You’re so fucking sweet. Can’t believe those pretty words are coming from the same pretty mouth that begs for my cock.”

“All for you, Jungkook. A-always. I always want you- hmmphh,” your words get lost in the moans he coaxes out of you. His movements picking up pace, hand cupping your cheek as he stares deeply into your eyes, both your gazes in a battle to stay alert, the pleasure all too consuming as you fall into the way he fucks you. So good and so deep – slow but with an intention that doubles as strength, determined to make you feel good and succeeding the more he buries himself inside of you.

“I’m so close, baby,” you say, fingers running through his black hair, tugging on it whenever he hits that spot inside of you, your entire body locking in pleasure the more he does.

“Yeah, baby?” His hand travels between your bodies, taking you by slight surprise the moment his thumb glides over your clit. You’re so wet it’s an easy and quick little movement that has you clenching tightly around him, your moans growing louder against his ear.

“Jungkook I- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Fuck, cum all over me.”

His words tip you over the edge, abruptly and deliciously as you cum all over his cock, nails digging into his scalp with force you don’t even recognize as he hisses at the feeling. You clench and lock under him, tears falling over your temple as he fucks you through the high.

“That was so good, Koo. You make me feel so fucking good. Cum for me, please. I want to feel you cum on me.”

In a split second, he flips you over, cheek against the mattress, ass up for him as he pushes back into you. He thrusts quicker now, and your body shakes in over sensitivity, pussy continuously clenching around him, getting him closer and closer by the second. His view adds to it, and he can’t help it when his big palm lands right on your ass cheek. You whimper in pleasure at the sharp feeling, your pussy throbbing and it takes him about a minute for him to pull another orgasm out of you. It’s not as intense but it drags on, taking over your body as you shake underneath him.

“Fuck, ___. You’re so tight around me, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

He pulls out, languidly stroking his cock as you push your ass up for him, looking back over your shoulder because you’d be damned if you missed the way his eyes flutter in pleasure, dark hair sticking to his forehead as he bites his lip in pleasure, throaty moans leaving his pouty mouth. He cums all over your back, making you sigh as you feel the hot strings of his pleasure land on your soft skin. It’s one hell of a sight and he hisses, cringing in oversensitivity as he fails to stop his pumps, not wanting this moment to end.

“Shit,” he falls next to you on the bed.

You giggle. “I agree…”

He turns to you, both your eyes struggling to stay open as sleepiness begins to settle around you, the adrenaline simmering as exhaustion takes its place. But you look beautiful, his hand weakly reaching for you, fingers pushing your hair behind your ear as he scoots closer, planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Stay here,” another kiss, “I’ll get you cleaned up, baby.”

“Okay- but hurry,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss.

He chuckles as he makes his way towards the bathroom.

“Not done missing me yet?”

He’s out of your line of vision as your eyes flutter and eventually close, a deep sigh leaving you as you respond,

“Never.”

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unluckyxse7enart · 2 years

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Sure enough, I never did finish what I was going to do with these! I was going to write a whole post and design a bunch of potential looks, but basically the upshot of it is: “Isn’t it weird that the color and image symbolism in alien godtiers are easily translatable in human culture despite having minimal connection in their home territory?”

So I present to you, some alternative proposals for troll godtiers using colors and imagery that made a little more sense for their theme - using Time and Light as the examples. The idea was either they’d be entirely redesigned, or alternatively - perhaps they look different to the viewer. Godtier outfits already have magic pockets and the like, looking a little different when from a different session wouldn’t be a stretch after all.

Tbh I still really like the ideas I had come up with, so if this gets enough interest I may try to follow through with the rest I had in mind...

Design notes and planning under the cut:

LIGHT - I started here because objectively this seemed the most glaringly obvious as an inconsistency between Earth and Alternia.

symbol: replaced the sun for the two moons, for obvious reasons. I left the moons in the same color of the bigger pink moon for simplicity since symbols are all one color. If I’m honest, I don’t even know if the ‘Light’ aspect as we know it would even be called Light, I feel like the connotations could get a little lost since the relationship with light is different on Alternia. BUT, this was meant to be a quick sample exercise to prove a point, so I didn’t get too lost in the weeds for this.

color scheme: Since the Light aspect godtier for humans has colors associated with the sun and the sky, I naturally colorpicked some colors from the alternian sky, as well as brought back the green from the green moon, for these. I didn’t swap them all 1:1 so much as swap based on best color balance for the palette.

TIME - This seemed like the next big contradiction, if only because troll technology probably hasn’t seen a gear in its life. Rethinking this particular aspect was harder for a few reasons, but I feel like I made it work.

symbol: Since gears aren’t so prevalent in troll tech, I went for what is - grubs. This seems like a dicey swap since grubs are multipurpose in troll culture, but since Time is also about the life cycle, birth and death, a grub seems fitting for multiple nuances in the aspect it’s representing.

color scheme: This was where things got tricky and I began to realize perhaps this project would run into some bumps - the color scheme for troll tech is, not surprisingly, primarily purple, with some hints of green. Just as I had essentially done with Vriska. As you can see I had to do a couple runs with this one before settling on a palette order that stood out enough from Vriska’s, even if it does sacrifice the color balance of the base godtier.

HONORARY MENTIONS: aka ideas that never saw the canvas but I’ve had pinned in discord for 3 years now anyways

DOOM would probably be a refreshing break from purples, although the symbol wouldn’t get a lot of major changes unless I considered something else to represent it instead.

BLOOD would also be a nice break and probably have the most versatile palette options... Perhaps too versatile, so I eventually settled tentatively on hemoanon colors (so a lot of greys). I was never set on the sign unfortunately.

BREATH would be interesting to do a color palette swap for, but this is a case where I can’t imagine a reason to change the symbol, so it’d be less of a creative break from its roots.

RAGE.... Would stay Exactly the same.

VOID might be entirely turned on its head by referencing Alternia’s deadly daytime and excessively bright colors

And that’s as far as I got. If you read this far, thank you for doing so and I hope you enjoy!!

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Sexual healing

I hope this has enough spanking in it, I’m never too sure how to make spanking HOT enough lol. I at least had a fun time writing it? I know it’s not particularly LOVING, but tbh I always got the vibe from Machi that she was a lesbian, so I mayyyy have made a colder bitch than Illumi lmao. Other than that, just another Ao3 ask!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober Masterlist: Here

CW: Spanking, Hisoka gets pegged, handcuffs are included. I may not have focused on the prompt, but it is spicy regardless!

Feitan and Uvogin? Healed. Dinner? Had. The members of the phantom troupe? Accounted for, and in one piece. All around, Machi Komacine considered her night free to herself. After all, her usual thorns in the side were either drunkenly passed out, or dealt with after that day’s mission. Plus! Hisoka Morrow, the painted, colorful bastard, wasn’t included in this job! She was free of him and his mind games.

So, taking down her light pink hair from its usual fluffy ponytail, Machi slipped into her sleeping bag, letting out a content sigh when the blissful comfort of a mattress seemed to turn her bones into jelly. After so long af sleeping in abandoned buildings or stolen cars, the healer didn’t care about the creaky, cheap mattress. It was a mattress.

Yet, an early bedtime wasn’t in the cards. Judging from the sickly familiar pattern of knocks at her door. Grimacing, the healer rolled over so that her back was to the door. Firmly ignoring it, only for the bastard to sing, “Macha~ Be a dear and let me in~”

So, with a mix of a sigh and a groan, Machi unzipped her sleeping bag and basically threw herself from the cheap hotel bed to stomp over and rip the door nearly off the hinges. “What the fuck do you want, Morrow? Why are you even here?” She spat, sapphire eyes narrowing darkly as she glared into those snake-yellow, smug eyes staring down at her. “I missed you! So, I came to find you.” Was the sappy response Hisoka gave, batting his lashes at her, jesus christ she’d kill for lashes that thick, and playing sweet. But, the sugar made Machi’s stomach churn. “Fuck off.” she spat again, trying to slam the door in the clown’s face. However, he was quicker, and got his foot in the door before she could entirely shut him out. ”Oh come on, Machi! Let me in, I’ll make my visit quick.” He promised, unbothered by the woman throwing her weight into the door to try and force his foot out of the way. Until, finally, she gave another groan and just caved, going back to the bed to pack up her sleeping bag. And, when she turned around, sure enough, the tall psychopath had followed her in.

The silence of his movements brought a shudder, but the healer bottled it up, knowing that any sign of how much Hisoka scared her would draw out whatever game he wanted to play, or demand he had for her. So, she turned her attention to tying her long hair back into its usual style. “Alright. What do you need sewn up.” She said coolly, ignoring how close he was to trapping her between the bed and his well-muscled body as she walked over to her duffle bag to dig out the pin cushion she kept her needles in. Making a conscious choice to crouch down instead of bend when she did. “Nothing,” He hummed, his syrupy tone dropped in favor of a more bored one. A glance over her shoulder revealing that the clown had gone from flirtatious, to more casual. Which, only meant one thing. “God damn it, Hisoka. Don’t you have a boytoy or something?! Some poor bitch you’ve baby trapped?” She snapped, standing up to glare at him again, her hands on her hips like an annoyed mother. Yet, her harsh tone didn’t seem to phase the pink-haired man, barely getting him to lift his yellow eyes from some mystery stain on his outfit. “No, everyone else is so boring. And Illumi said that if I try to bargain for sex a second time, he’d put a needle in my urethra.” He sighed, pouting at her like he wanted her sympathy for that.

Which, Machi did show. After all, while the phantom troupe were a ballsy pack of villains, even they were scared of crossing the Zoldyck family. And, personally, Illumi Zoldyck was Machi’s personal nightmare. With bottomless, soulless pits for eyes, suffocating nen that he used for a terrifying ability, and such a clinical, almost robotic personality, Machi would sooner face the devil than that man.

Though, on some level, maybe the devil was a far more likely encounter than people normally had. After all, he currently sat on her bed, giving her puppy dog eyes.

So, with a long sigh, Machi pinched the bridge of her nose, gritting her teeth in pure annoyance. “Fine. But I’m gagging you.” She told the tall man, getting a thousand watt smile that would’ve been charming if it was from anyone else. But, that aside, the healer simply turned back to her dufflebag to fish out some handcuffs, ball gag, and a vibrantly purple strap on that she kept for a more desirable partner.

By the time she turned back to Hisoka, he was already naked. His vest and pants were torn off as if he was some bachelorette stripper rather than a murderous psycho, but she didn’t bother questioning his speed or skill with stripping down. “Get on the bed. Face down, and put your hands out like usual.” she ordered, watching the scarred man eagerly climb onto the cheap, creaky bed, his ass already in the air. Machi coming over to cuff his wrists together once he was in position. “Open.” she added, a little perturbed by how readily Hisoka opened his mouth to let her put the thick rubber ball in his mouth and secure it around his head. Or, maybe it was the glitter of lust sparkling in his yellow eyes, either way, she didn’t know how to feel.

Regardless of that, though, she just went about the usual steps of their ‘hook ups’, as Hisoka called these meetings. Strolling down to the foot of the bed to kick off her sleep shorts and pull on the base of her sex toy, ensuring the silicone dildo was secure before moving to stand behind him, staring down at the round rump eagerly awaiting whatever she was going to do.

It wasn’t a surprise that Hisoka was so horny for whatever sex he could get, but it still somewhat annoyed the healer that he was so okay with being pegged, and, even after her setting such a firm rule on that being her only form of sexual contact with him, him asking for it.

"You really need to find someone else to 'scratch your itch'." Machi huffed, slapping the homicidal clown's ass, knowing well enough that he couldn't answer through the gag she'd tied in his mouth. "Like a prostitute."

Despite her complaints, though, the woman gave another slap to Hisoka's ass. At least enjoying the chance to cause the annoying bastard some pain for all of the healing he demands of her, and his general flirty pestering. If he got some sense of pleasure out of her strikes, that was up to him, but for her, the sight of the powerful man on his belly, handcuffed to the bed posts with a ball gag keeping him silent was more cathartic than arousing. But, if it kept him from dragging himself to her for free healing, she was willing to tolerate his sexual appetite.

So, she grabbed the bottle of lube and stroked a thin layer of it onto the pink silicone strap on she wore. Then, she simply lined herself up and pushed into Hisoka, thanking whatever god there was that he had been gagged when he let out a pornographic moan.

But, she ignored his theatrics and simply grabbed onto his hips when he pushed back against her and began moving. Tuning out each lustful noise and letting the pink-haired man push his ass back to meet her thrusts eagerly, only focusing on humping into him and pacing herself. After all, the last time she’d rushed one of their ‘hook up’, Hisoka had whined and purposely increased her work load to spite her. So, she made sure her thrusts alternated between slow, deep movements, and quicker ones.

Plunging the pink toy into Hisoka, clawing into his scarred skin, and sprinkling in a few harsh slaps to the meat of his ass, Machi still found no pleasure in her companion, but she did feel a small seed of pride and power sprout in her chest. After all, while Hisoka Morrow was far too annoying and deranged for her to consider dating him, he was still insanely powerful. He almost never stopped training and pushing himself, which the pink-haired woman would’ve respected far more if he wasn’t so...indescriminate with that drive. So, while she did hold a bit of respect for his fighting abilities, and maybe a little for his sadistic joy, there were simply too many factors for the woman to get more than an ego boost out of the sexual aspect of their meetings.

Finally pulling herself out of that rabbit hole, Machi let out a slow breath and focused back in on the man she had tied down on the hotel bed. Noting his dishevelled pink hair, sweat-beaded skin, and muffled, needy moans as she lifted her hand and landed another severe blow to his, surely sore by that point, ass again, getting a more emphatic moan in response. Which, she took as a good sign and switched to a faster pace. The mulling over of Hisoka’s ambiguous, confusing signals could be pushed off for the time being. For now, she focused on the joy she got out of leaving an angry patch of red on the scarred man’s ass as she fucked him.

#Hunter x hunter #Hisoka x Machi #hxh #kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #Hisoka Morrow #Machi #prompt #Ao3 ask #spicy #lemon #not sfw

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ryttu3k · 1 year

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The 2022 playlist, favourite albums, and thoughts on Pink Floyd!

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Fanfare for the Common Man

Hot Chocolate - Every 1's a Winner

The Whitlams - Cambridge Three

The Whitlams - Man About A Dog

The Whitlams - Sancho In Love

Florence + the Machine - King

Florence + the Machine - My Love

Florence + the Machine - Daffodil

Zdob și Zdub and Frații Advahov - Trenulețul

Sweet - Ballroom Blitz

Pink Floyd - Echoes

Electric Light Orchestra - Eldorado Overture & Can't Get It Out Of My Head

Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Pink Floyd - Sheep

Queen - Face It Alone

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Måneskin - La Fine

Favourite album releases: The Whitlams - Sancho; Florence + the Machine - Dance Fever

Favourite old albums: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here; Animals

...Godspeed You! Black Emperor did have a 'new' album release when their very first album came out. It, um, was not good, haha. Another new release, single this time, Face It Alone by Queen, which was recorded for The Miracle but never released at the time. Gives me definite emotions. For Måneskin, three singles, Supermodel, The Loneliest, and La Fine. Supermodel is a bop, The Loneliest is absolute angst, but none hit me like La Fine did. New album out in a month!

But really, this year has belonged to Pink Floyd, much how last year belonged to Måneskin (as a new favourite), and GY!BE and Queen (listening to their whole discography). More similar to GY!BE, in that I heard both Lift Your Skinny Fists and Dark Side Of The Moon at roughly the same time and they both instantly rocketed to the top of my 'favourite albums of all time' list.

Here are some thoughts!

Rating all the albums, and notable favourites/now in my regular rotation:

The Dark Side of the Moon: 9.5/10 (all of it it's flawless. But if I have to pick, Brain Damage/Eclipse, Us & Them, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, and Breathe (In The Air). Yes I realise that’s more than half the album)

Wish You Were Here: 9/10 (Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Welcome To The Machine)

Animals: 9/10 (Sheep, Dogs)

Meddle: 8.5/10 (Echoes, One Of These Days)

The Wall: 8.5/10 (Comfortably Numb, Hey You)

The Endless River: 8.5/10 (all of it as a unit tbh)

A Momentary Lapse of Reason: 8.5/10 (Signs of Life, Sorrow, Yet Another Movie)

The Division Bell: 8.5/10 (Cluster One, High Hopes)

Ummagumma (live section): 8.5/10

A Saucerful of Secrets: 8/10 (Let There Be More Light)

Obscured By Clouds: 7.5/10 (Obscured By Clouds)

The Final Cut: 7.5/10

The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn: 7/10

More: 7/10 (Cymbaline)

Atom Heart Mother: 6.5/10

Ummagumma (studio section): 5.5/10

Top five tracks in approximate order: Shine On You Crazy Diamond, all of Dark Side of the Moon, Comfortably Numb, Echoes, Sheep.

(Also watched the Pulse concert, no thoughts only brain keyboardsmash, and listened to the orchestrated Us & Them tribute thing. Next on the list is Delicate Sound of Thunder, Waters’ The Wall, and the Echoes album.)

So like. As a general rule, not quite as high ratings as something like GY!BE, which I all rated super high (although in fairness, Pink Floyd has a lot more albums). It also feels kind of odd rating, say, The Wall 9/10, but I only regularly listen to Comfortably Numb (and The Wall part 2, which is the only track I had heard prior to listening). I guess because the whole thing works as a singular unit? I'm not sure, honestly.

Definitely most attached to the 70s era, almost straight through (starting from Meddle in 1971, Atom Heart Mother didn't super grab me). Which makes sense! The first album, the one that got me into them, was Dark Side of the Moon, so it was that classic 70s prog rock sound I was most drawn to. The earlier stuff is still... I guess developing towards that? I was listening chronologically, and Echoes, from Meddle, was the first time I really went, "...oh yeah, that is absolutely the Pink Floyd of DSotM."

I did really enjoy Division Bell, although there were definite 'this was made in the 90s' moments, and The Endless River tends to get panned but I actually super enjoyed it. Kind of gave me a Songs of Distant Earth-era Mike Oldfield vibe (that's not an insult, I love Mike Oldfield). Actually, yeah, the later Gilmour-led stuff did hit the spot, more than the earlier content and Final Cut did.

Been a rad experience, and they're absolutely getting added to 'favourite band' status (along with GY!BE, Florence + the Machine, Queen, Måneskin, and the Whitlams. What is my music taste? We just don't know).

And now to listen to Wish You Were Here for the zillionth time because Shine On You Crazy Diamond owns my entire soul <3

#music #pink floyd #year in review

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kommetz · 1 year

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I wonder why I thought to ask everyone for advice about asking her out. I think lately I’m not holding in my feelings as much anymore.

also i will die if i don’t talk about flower symbolism so…

(sorry about the red video bar i am Bad with computers)

Red roses - love

Specifically, red roses symbolize romantic love. From day one, Tsubomi has been the apple of his eye. She’s the catalyst for Mob’s grow and is (plot-wise) considered the “end game” of his character development.

Pink tulips - love, affection, good wishes

Unlike red, which is reserved for romantic love, pink flowers can symbolize love for friends and family as well as romantic partners. Although they’re a little more ambiguous, they represent positive feelings like joy and affection towards others.

As a side note, yellow tulips in particular are symbols of friendships so think if that what you will.

White lilies - purity, innocence, rebirth

White lilies are one of the most popular funeral flowers. In general, white flowers often have connotations of purity or innocence. Mob’s desire to confess to Tsubomi has been a strong motivating factor in his youth. This event symbolizes the “death” of Mob’s innocence, though this isn’t necessarily a bad thing (though all things considered the short term ramifications aren’t exactly great). For something to go through a rebirth, it must first die. This marks an end to one chapter in Mob’s life and opens another.

Marigolds* - strength, jealousy

A flower with very opposite meanings! Considering that this is both a display of Mob’s power (his strength) and his hatred of it/his jealousy of people without psychic powers, both meanings can apply here.

Buttercups - happiness, youth

Buttercups are associated with children and their youthful joy. Similar to innocence with the lilies, this is a sign of Mob’s development throughout the story. Through blood, sweat, tears, and emotional turmoil, he’s grown up. That’s the very core of the story: growing and learning how to become a more whole person through both the people around you and your own willpower.

Buttercups are also poisonous, although their symbolic meanings are pretty much all positive. Mob earns the nickname “White T-Shirt Poison,” which I seriously doubt has an actual connection, but is a fun coincidence.

Sunflowers - happiness, loyalty, admiration, honesty/truth

[ Spoiler warning for anime-onlys. This will probably come up in the anime in a few days tbh, but just in case. ]

It’s right in the name with sunflowers. They turn their faces to sun, which is the root of many of its symbolic meanings. In one way, this is comparable to always looking on the bright-side or being optimistic/happy. Another interpretation is looking to the light in the same way you “shed light” on something. They open their eyes, turn away from the dark shadow of denial and instead face the painfully bright truth.

In the manga, after Mob’s explosion and the appearance of ???%, the sunflower in the bouquet becomes a reoccurring focal point during each confrontation between Mob and the people he’s met on his journey. On the left, Teru bares his gratitude and admiration for what Mob has taught him. In the middle, Ritsu admits that he’s always been scared of his brother’s power and that it’s taken him until now to let go of that fear. Each time Mob insists that “this isn’t him,” that he wants to stop, that this power of his is a separate entity. He can’t accept himself.

On the left, Reigen finally tells Mob the truth about not being an actual psychic. However, instead of being apart of the confrontation, we get this panel:

The bouquet rips apart, his childhood and innocence flying away in the wind. All that is left is a single sunflower:

He is ???%. ???% is him.

He accepts himself, his truth.

* i’m not 100% sure, but the small orange flowers look like marigolds to me. i also considered begonias and chrysanthemums, but ultimately thought marigolds fit the best.

#comet draws #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #i am going to throw up i’ve never wanted to see something animated more in my entire life than these next two episodes #i am so ready #<- is not ready

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mik3ysprincess03 · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers boyfriend head cannons when they get jealous.

☰ 🍒 fluff and light smut!

☰ characters: Draken, Inui, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Baji, Sanzu, Kazutora, Hanma.

Please reblog, like, and comment if you enjoyed - it helps so much! Be sure to follow me for more Tokyo Revengers content. a/n I’m getting half of my hair dyed pink, might post it for you all to see how silly I look. ↺ ツ

Draken: Tbh it’s very hard to make this man jealous. Draken would be extremely protective over you though.

•Draken is very patient, he basically raised himself so he can be calm and collected.

•If you make it your mission to make Draken (your bf) jealous, he will end up realizing it was a little scheme you had and results in being fucked senseless in the nearest private area. 💀

•One night you were out visiting Draken at the shop he works at, he was working on something in another room and a male customer came in. You are the prettiest thing as always, dressed up in a cute outfit. The man came up to you and started to hit on you. At first you were just having polite conversation and Draken was listening in.

•You are his princess so ofc he is going to listen in.

•“Hey gorgeous, whatcha doing here alone? Seems like a pretty strange place for a cute girl like you.”

•”The fuck you think you’re talking to, man?” Draken’s voice boomed, he came up and towered over the man hitting on you.

•”are you serious. That’s my girl.” 😫

•Draken isn’t too “jealous” either way because he’s fairly confident in himself and knows he’s the only one you’re submitting to.

•He wraps his arm around your waist and ruffles your hair. “My babygirl gets so much attention, huh?”

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Inui: Bf of the century right here. You’d never make him intentionally jealous!

•Again, while working at the shop and you coming to visit your boyfriend during a summer afternoon, a customer hits on you.

•”You’re really pretty aren’t ya? Can I get your number? Lemme show you a good time, doll.”The guy asked and you tilted your head to look at Inui who swiftly responded before you.

•”Honey, don’t worry. Sorry man, this is my girlfriend. Why else would she have been standing beside me this whole time? Gorgeous girl, I know. I’ll be the only one showing her a good time.”

•He’s a really loving man but will also be blunt and just say it how it is.

•”princess, I think you owe me permission to fuck you for making me deal with that gross guy.”

━━━

Mikey: You and Mikey are like two peas in a pod, he adores you so much. Will definitely get jealous and pouty.

•Mikey knows you belong to him and that you’re his, but he still likes showing off smugly that he is your man.

•He sometimes gets jealous really quickly and other times not, it’s just however he’s feeling in the moment.

•Will either protectively wrap his arm around your waist, grab your hand and sulk. Or he will threaten to beat someone up (or kill them.)

•One time he saw a guy flirting with you, was upset the rest of the day about it and was close to beating him to a pulp until you stopped him.

•Mikey loves and trusts you but he likes making sure he’s the number one in your life, always.

•”I’m sorry baby. I just don’t wanna lose you to anyone else, ya know? You’re the prettiest girl in the entire world, I want to protect you with all I got.”

•You both share snacks after as a reminder of how much you love him n share boba!! Plus a lot of hugs and kisses.

•He loves PDA and doesn’t give a fuck.

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Kazutora: ”I’ve been to jail once and I’m not scared to go to jail again.” ™️ Will kill them??

•”Kazu, babe… please do not do that!”

•it’s not your fault you’re so pretty and attract a lot of people, sometimes you can be a little too nice which can come off as flirty (unintentional.)

•Kazutora will often get jealous seeing you talking to other guys because he knows how men can be.

•”THATS MY FUCKIN GIRLFRIEND YOU’RE TALKIN’ TO DUDE.” He isn’t afraid to get back up to help, breaking a few legs is nothing to him.

•You are both such a pretty couple.

•Kazutora deep down will get a little insecure and might forget the value your relationship together holds, he’d see any other guys as potential threats.

•He’d probably grope you on the spot to show you that you’re his.

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Sanzu: This man is extremely cocky and smug, he is not afraid to show off that you’re his bitch.

•Would grope you in front of people to show them what’s his, either by smacking your ass or grabbing your chest.

•Sanzu would definitely punish you if you were to make him jealous intentionally, if it was just some guy making him get jealous he’d probably threaten and intimidate them.

•To him it’s entertaining to see the reactions of others so he’d definitely fuck someone up just for the sake of it.

•Do not make him jealous…

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Mitsuya: Honestly would try to ignore it at first and just give a dirty look to whoever is making him jealous. Most likely some random dude hitting on you.

•He’d eventually tell him to fuck off and leave you alone or to shutup.

•Mitsuya is very gentle with you and promises to always protect you.

•He doesn’t get too jealous but if provoked he will get jealous and do something. It’s only normal for a man to be protective of his girl.

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Baji: Baji is a really chill boyfriend and doesn’t really give a fuck since you two have a strong mutual trust, he doesn’t get anxious when he sees a guy hitting on you or trying to make a move because he knows you’re his gorgeous girlfriend.

•Most of the time when out together you and him are holding hands or he is close by.

•If you talk too much about a favourite character in an anime, show or movie he will playfully get jealous and ask where all the praise for him is.

•”I know I’m the only man who gets you horny, I have nothing to be worried about.” Slick mf knows he’s a pretty boy too.

•He cares a lot about you but Baji gets angry when he’s jealous so he will just throw dirty looks, roll his eyes and tell whoever is getting on his nerves to fuck off and leave his precious baby alone.

•You make it up to him by wearing his shirt with no panties underneath later. >_<

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Chifuyu: does not really get jealous, he is SO loving and totally respects you having guy friends and knows if a guy is trying to make a move on you, he knows you’ll reject it politely.

•If anything Chifuyu wants to get to know your male friends and get along with them too!

•He is extremely protective over you and worries about your safety. You both love each other very much and he knows you’re all his.

•In the case you do make him jealous, he will grab your hand gently and place a kiss on your forehead or cheek.

•If you do make him jealous on accident he will probably stay quiet and sulk until you figure out why.

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Kokonoi:

•Will literally pay whoever is hitting on you to leave you alone or he will fight them lmao.

•”Excuse me, who are you? That is my girlfriend, please leave her alone. Otherwise you’ll have to deal with me. Don’t make me get anyone else involved, idiot.”

•Possessive Koko. <3

•”Pretty little thing, you make me so jealous whenever I see a man trying to make a move on you. I’m the only guy who can make that pretty pussy wet. Need my men to knock him out for you?”

•”I’m still number 1, right baby?”

•Loves to cover you in hickeys after.

•Koko might get a little annoyed but he knows you’re his.

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Kakucho: Sweetest and most romantic boyfriend to you, will hurt anyone who bothers you.

•Kaku is definitely more of the protective type compared to jealous, of course he appreciates it when you tell him there’s no need to worry.

•Will most likely try to avoid you until you notice something is up.

•”Kaku, were you jealous??”

•”No, of course I wasn’t… but who was he, Angel?” Tries to deny.

•”He’s just a friend I went to high school with totally not my type. You’re my one and only, daddy.”

•Pls give him a blowjob to make it up to him

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Hanma: he is definitely the type of boyfriend to get jealous a decent bit, he is possessive and likes keeping you to himself only.

•Does it get to the point where it’s slightly toxic obsession? Maybe…

•Hanma has to make sure whenever you’re out people know you’re his and that you’re off limits, includes holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder or waist, or you sitting on his lap.

•He will get mad when he’s jealous and get to the point of almost getting the cops called on him.

•He’d absolutely fuck the shit out of you right then and there and let whoever just made him jealous watch the show.

•would make you walk in public w/ his cum dripping down your thigh. :)

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Rindou: You were at a quiet bar with your boyfriend when a man approached you while Rindou was in the bathroom.

•He started to flirt with you and tried wrapping his arm around you, looking right at your cleavage.

•When Rindou came back all he could say to the unknown man making you uncomfortable was “move.” With the most intimidating expression.

•Rindou got jealous and practically shoved him away from you. “You’re not the one who creampies her, buddy. Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.”

•”Don’t you go bothering drunk girls either, ya ugly bastard. Get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass. My girl is too pretty for you.”

•Assertive and protective man over you!

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Ran: Ran’s brother sometimes hits on you just to piss him off so he does his best to ignore it but it makes him want to knock Rindou out.

•Will literally stand there with the most condescending look on his face.

•Acts like he doesn’t care but deep down wants to mark you as his later.

•You’re in for being roughly fucked later tonight is all I can say.

•He will get jealous easily, he knows his worth too.

a/n comment below to join the tag list for my head cannons, I’ll tag you next time I post a hc.

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seiyasabi · 2 years

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Bimbo Bitch

Y’all about to hate me for this one (つω`｡) I blame @kikyan , she helped me with this idea lmao

(Here’s a Yandere Junpei x Bimbo Fem Reader :P I love Junpei, and tbh, I’d be too blind to see him being a weirdo lmao.

TW: Sex is consensual!!!, Junpei is possessive of you, vague mentions of violence (not towards reader!), you’re lowkey kinda a simp for him but it’s ok bc he’s constantly simping for u, voyeurism!!, he fucks you in front of somebody unknowingly!, creampie!, nipple play!, you have nipple piercings!, !talks ab breeding!, daddy kink!, he just loves u sm, talks ab marrying you!, doesn’t go w original story plot!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!! I’m sorry if this is OOC! )

“Junpei, Junpei! Look! I made us a picnic basket!” Your darling boyfriend turns from his conversation with his college buddies, giving you a bright smile.

Your boyfriend has changed a lot since high school- he’s a lot more talkative, he works out, he practices self care (more like you force him into a chair and wash his face), etc.. He’s come out of his shell, and he’s on his way to becoming a prosthetic designer- both for movies and those who lost limbs/have deformities.

When you run up to him, you give him a juicy kiss on the lips. You wore his favourite lipgloss, along with a pretty new outfit that you just bought. Your pastel yellow crop top barely covers your perfect tits, the new plaid pastel yellow and pink tennis skirt just barely covers your ass, and your new pastel yellow stilettos make your legs look really good. His friends, even after all this time, can’t believe that he scored a perfect 10 like you.

The black haired man wraps an arm around your waist, peering down at the picnic basket you’re so proudly displaying. It’s a light brown wicker basket, which is practically half the size of you, “It looks great, pretty girl! Here, I’ll hold it for you,” He takes it from your hands, realising that you lugged an 80 pound basket across campus. You give him a smooch on the cheek, leaning into his warm side, looking only at him.

“Thank you, Juni!” You give him another kiss,”During class today, Sofia said that the apple orchard is allowing picnics! Isn’t that great? You haven’t been outside since exams started, so-”

He gives you a kiss on the lips, effectively shutting you up. Junpei’s heart feels so warm, you always care so deeply about him, and he’s so happy that you love him as much as he loves you, “That’s wonderful, precious,” He rubs your waist with his fingers, massaging the soft flesh, as he turns back to his friends, “I’m sorry, guys, but I’m a little caught up today. Maybe we can go to the arcade on a different day.”

They all grumble in response, but they aren’t angry. They understand that if soulmates really exist, then the two of you must be destined for one another.

“Yeah, yeah, the two of you can go simp over each other,” Hisahi jokes, making your boyfriend and his other friends laugh.

“It’s lowkey gross how perfect the two of you are for each other,” Suzuki scoffs, as you grin brightly.

“Thank you!” They laugh at your response, before your lovely boyfriend drags you towards the orchard.

Junpei lays out the blanket that you packed in the basket, as you traipse along the rows of trees. He gazes at you with a lovesick expression, as he pulls out your pretty packaged food items. You tried to make cute little panda bear rice balls, but they ended up turning out like black and white blobs. The same goes with the strawberries- you tried to cut them into hearts, but they came out as misshapen red lumps. Just the fact that you tried to make him a yummy lunch makes a blush appear on his face. You’re absolutely perfect for him.

You come rushing back with a large honey crisp, cheering happily, “Juni, look! This one is huge!” You plop on your knees on the blanket, before sitting criss-cross, effectively showing him your pastel pink panties, as you hold it up for him to see. Without warning, he lifts you onto his lap, making sure that his set up of your food didn’t knock over. He settles you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist, as you continue to hold up the apple, but giggle happily. You kiss all over his face, as he removes one hand from your waist to smooth your skirt back onto your wonderful ass. He doesn’t want just anybody seeing his precious girl like that. If they did, he may have to blind them, because not just anyone can see a goddess in her natural state.

“That’s a very nice apple, pretty girl. How about we wait to pick apples until after we eat what you made for us, okay? Wouldn’t want you breaking a heel,” He grabs a nearby container, opening it up to expose dumplings you’d made. They’re not perfect, but they smell delicious. He holds the container with the arm that’s still around your waist, whilst he picks up a pair of reusable chopstick with his free hand. Using the utensil, he grabs a dumpling, before bringing it to your lips. You happily take a bite, allowing him to finish the piece he just served you.

“Is it good, Juni? I found a new recipe that I wanted to try!” Once he finishes his bite, he grins, giving you a smooch on the lips.

“Yes, precious, they’re great! Let’s make them together next time, okay?” He grabs another one, bringing it up to your mouth, allowing you to eat happily.

Junpei continues to feed you and then himself until all of the food is gone. Now with a full tummy, your darling boyfriend allows you to get up, his hand rubbing your food baby happily. His precious girl should never go hungry.

“Let’s go, let’s go! I wanna get a lot of apples, Juni!” He chuckles, allowing you to drag him off to the area where you can get a bin for your pickings. He leaves your belongings behind, though he did put everything back into the basket, besides the blanket. The person handing out bins is an older man. The dark haired man notices the way the old man stares at you, as he collects the bin, making him pull you impossibly closer to his chest as you chat excitedly about finding an apple pie recipe.

“Let’s go, pretty girl, we have many apples to pick,” He practically drags you away, but you’re nonthewiser to his harsh glare he’s currently directing at the old man. Junpei brings you back towards the area where your blanket is, helping you grab as many apples as your wonderful heart desires.

Unfortunately, though, you become distracted by a full tree, skipping away from the safe confines of Juni’s arms. You grab as many as you can reach, unknowingly flashing your ass to those behind you. This is taken as an invitation by a creepy man.

“Are you putting on a show for me, beautiful?” A nasally voice comes from behind you, causing you to whip around and face the person speaking to you. He’s a long blue haired man, black stitches on his pale skin.

You take a small step back, not liking that Junpei wasn’t near you, “Huh?? A show? I’m just picking apples, mister!” You hold your large pile in your arms, holding them close to your almost exposed chest.

“Don’t be shy, you know what you’re doing,” He steps towards you, causing you to take another step back. This man is scary, “Allowing your sweet ass to be seen by everyone, like a whore. But, don’t worry, I can put you in your place, babe. Just come over to mine-”

You feel arms surrounding you from behind, the smell of Junpei’s cologne telling you that the person is your pretty boyfriend, “We’ll pass.”

One of your boyfriend’s large hands pulls at your skirt, making sure it’s fully over your ass, before giving it a soft pat. The blue haired man smirks at the two of you, “Oh? You have a boyfriend? He doesn’t look like much.”

The dark haired man goes to speak, but you cut him off, an uncharacteristic frown on your pretty face, “Don’t say that! Junpei is my whole world!” This blue haired man sure talks a lot without much meaning. He doesn’t know that your precious boy started to work out so he could lift you with ease, that he buys you gifts every week, that he takes you on dates almost every day after he works, that he takes good care of you, even though you’re a bit airheaded most of the time.

Junpei gives you a smooch on the forehead, trying to calm you down, “Sir, with all due respect, I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. Now, my girlfriend and I will be going now- don’t bother following us,” With that you both head back to your blanket, where the bin of your previously picked apples sit right next to the blanket. He helps you put away the apples in your arms, before wiping you off of any dirt or pollen.

“Thank you, Juni. I’m sorry for wandering away, I saw a big tree, and-” He shuts you up with another kiss, falling back on the blanket with you practically straddling his hips. He deepens it, making it so you’re practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. His hands are settled on your hips, as you can’t help but grind against his clothed cock.

There’s no one around the two of you, so all you can hear is the both of you whimpering against one another. He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, taking in your smeared lip gloss covered face with fondness, “It’s okay, precious, I know how dumb my pretty girl can be. That’s why I gotta marry you, right? Make sure you’re safe and sound,” He pulls out a small box, flicking it open, exposing a beautiful engagement ring. Your eyes are wide, mouth falling open, as you squeal with happiness.

“Yes! Yes, Juni, I’ll marry you! I love you so much!” He’s glad you didn’t ask what he had to do to get you the ring. People pay a pretty penny for others to go missing, but it’s worth it if his perfect girl feels loved. Though, he did have a hard time figuring out when to propose.

“I love you too, (Your Name), more than I can ever express,” He plucks the ring from its case, grabbing your right hand, and sliding it onto your ring finger. Junpei allows you to hold up you hand, face lit up with pure, unadulterated awe.

“Woow! It’s so pretty!” He threads his fingers with yours, yanking you back down to him, allowing him to bring you into another messy kiss. With your free hand, you swipe his hair away from his face, exposing his scars. Breaking the kiss, you smooch all of the marks marring his milky skin, “But not as pretty as my pretty boy!” You grin at him, as tears dot his lash line. You must love him a lot to deal with his ugly side too. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, you pull him up until he’s at the same height as you sitting up, allowing you to caress his face with care, “I think we’d make pretty babies, Juni.”

He smirks at that, releasing your threaded fingers, before pulling down your pastel yellow top. You didn’t wear a bra today, which allows him to get an eyeful of your perfect tits. On each nipple, there’s a silver bar that ends in pink hearts. You give a small squeal when you feel him cup your boobs, the predatory look on his face sending lightning bolts to your pussy, “Yes we would, precious. And your pretty tiddies would swell with yummy milk, isn’t that nice?” You nod your head rapidly, a bright smile on your face.

Junpei lightly pinches at your nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, relishing your whines and gasps. Massaging your fleshy boobs with the rest of his fingers, he ducks his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. This immediately gets you moaning, your boyfriend knowing that your breasts are quite sensitive. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his growing erection, as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head.

He separates from your nipple for a moment, taking in your already fucked out expression, “Hmm, looks like I gotta get you used to nursing, huh, pretty girl? Look how sensitive you are,” You pout a little, but your eyes are still glazed over with lust.

“Yes please! I need your help Juni,” You rub your pussy especially hard on his covered cock, “Want you to fuck me already! My pussy is so wet, Daddy, need your cock.”

He grins at you, giving your nipple a harsh suck out of nowhere, causing you to moan and rut against him harshly, “You sure, precious? Don’t need Daddy to finger your pretty cunny open first?” You shake your head, hands gripping at his pecs through his oversized shirt, “If you’re sure, pretty girl, take out my cock, and you can use me how you want, okay?”

You nod your head rapidly, dumb fingers relentlessly trying to unbutton his jeans, before pulling down his boxers and exposing his well maintained prick. It’s a pretty pink, large tip standing out against his circumcised cock. A large bead of precum rolls down his shaft, as you all but jump his bones, “Yes, Daddy! I want you to give me a baby!” You push your pretty pink panties to the side, before rubbing your sopping cunny over his tip. Junpei’s hold on your tits tighten, as he toys with your nipples teasingly, staring at you like you’re the sun to his solar system.

He lets out a grunt when you force all of your weight down on his shaft, sheathing him deep within your perfect pussy. You let out a girly squeal, relishing the way he fills you to the brim. His cockhead is practically breaching your cervix, which he knows all too well, as he starts to grind against your sensitive opening with his cock, “Not yet, pretty girl. I gotta marry you and buy you a house first,” He smooches you right on the mouth, before returning to your perfect tits, sucking and pinching your nipples like a madman. He’s practically motorboating you at this point.

You let out a small whine, but that doesn’t stop you from bouncing on his cock like a good girl. Using all of your strength, you begin to bounce. You both moan, relishing the feeling of one another. Wet slaps are heard, as your sopping cunny practically soaks your boyfriend’s jeans.

Junpei finally releases your tits, in favour of gripping your waist, and fucking into faster. Your hands somehow ended up underneath his shirt, allowing you to scratch at his muscled shoulders, “Daddy! Daddy! I love you!” You kiss him messily on the mouth, feeling him smirk against you, “I love you and your fat cock! Fills me up so good!”

He gives your hips a squeeze, making sure to angle his hips just right, so that his pretty girl squirts all over his cock, “I love you too, precious. This perfect pussy is squeezing me so tight,” He lets out an orgasmic moan that goes directly to your pussy, forcing a small orgasm out of you, causing a small stream of squirt to wet your thighs. You let out a small squeal, clenching around him without warning. He grunts, the noise coming from deep within his chest, as he finally pushes you back onto the blanket he laid out.

You’re immediately put into a mating press, legs hooked over his shoulders, as he bucks into you at top speed. The noises you let out are positively sinful, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and Junpei presses a kiss to your lipgloss smeared lips, “Right there, Daddy! Right there! I’m gonna-”

He suddenly rubs your clit harshly, causing you to have a full body orgasm. Your legs shake like you’re ceasing, fingers gripping the blanket as hard as humanly possible, all whilst you squirt uncontrollably all over the two of you. Junpei quickly cums after you, his cum practically flying out with your squirting orgasm. He looks down at your fucked out face with fondness, you’re so beautiful.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he settles you down on the blanket, and smiles at you, “Are you okay, precious? Did I go too hard on you?” He pulls your shirt back over your breasts, as he places fleeting kisses all over your face.

You give him a pretty smile, “I’m good, Juni. It felt so good,” He leans down, and presses a smooch against your lips, before he pulls your panties back over your soaked cunny.

“You made a mess, pretty girl,” The words seem scolding, but his tone is loving, “How’re we supposed to go home without everyone knowing I fucked your perfect cunny?” Your face feels hot at his words, as you pout.

“Juniii don’t say that!” He laughs at your whining, using the blanket to wipe at the wetness that coats your lower half. Once done, he flips your skirt over, covering your pussy and upper thighs. He then tucks his cock back into his jeans, before buttoning and zipping them.

By this point, it was starting to get dark and cooler. Your cute outfit does nothing to cover you, making your boyfriend concerned. Taking off his t-shirt, he quickly pulls up your arms, and slips it onto you. If it was big on him, it’s huge on you, settling almost at your knees, “Can’t have my princess catching a cold,” He states with a soft smile. You can easily see his forming muscle, showing how his efforts are paying off.

“Thank you, Juni,” You grin at him, lipgloss still smeared, hair looking crazy. Licking his thumb, he wipes the gloss from around your lips, giving you a kiss once he’s done. He then smooths your hair back into the position it once was in, effectively hiding any sign that he’d just rocked your world.

He helps you step off of the blanket, before folding it up, and placing it in the wicker basket. Hoisting up the apple bucket in one arm, he grabs the basket in his other, “Let’s go home, precious. You deserve a nice, hot bath.”

Giggling, you and Junpei make your way home.

Whilst you’re all rainbows and sunshine, your boyfriend is getting ready to kill. Did that blue haired freak really think he didn’t see him? He’s not invisible.

Giving a sigh that he masks as a grunt, he looks at you with fond eyes. It makes sense why that weirdo would want you, you’re the perfect woman. But, he should know that you’re not his to take.

So, Junpei will be sure to give him a lesson later, seeing as the creep is currently following the two of you home.

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two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap!

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone off to one side.

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.”

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly.

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”

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