#.✉︎ something lovely

[koujinxwrites]

Sentiment of you

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In which Vigil admires and thinks of the lady that remind him of Nature. or: Vigil is a simp.

[ Tagging ] : @authoruio @fumikomiyasaki @kiranarina

[ Notes] : Hah, Somehow proud yet not at the same time cause college took my time </3 Uriel cameo at the ending

Vigil understands that what he's doing is so unlike him. If Vio were to see it, she'd be over dramatically reacting. 

But he’ll make sure she’ll know no more than just him sharing the sentiment of his worries.

Softly, he fondled the hair of the woman soundly sleeping at the not-so quiet library. He continues to observe, to guide and to protect. 

Vigil knows he's abandoning his duty and leaving his junior subordinate Amery to do his work but he couldn’t stop coming back again and again for the lady that brings him a peculiar emotion.

He doesn't know what attracted him to this woman, no maybe he knows.

He knows curiosity killed the cat. 

‘But satisfaction brought it back.’ He huffs amused.

Vigil  knows that this saying fits his predicament right now. How odd for someone like him who can always predict his own actions fall victim to this... plight? No he doesn't think this much of a plight.

More like a kismet if he still believes in it.

‘How… odd.’ Vigil placed his free hand upon his chest. Following not the rhythm of his breathing, but his heart.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

He stares at Carol. 

‘Carol.’ He repeats in his mind. His eyes soften. An enigmatic woman who seems to be so easy to understand. 

Interesting.

He had never felt anything like this.  

Not only does she compel him to observe, she reminds him of nature. Not to mention, the aroma she emits.

The fragrance was… ‘Like a sweet ripe apple that had come fresh from the apple tree.’ He leans close, staring at the sleeping beauty whom he covered with his grey overcoat.

He tucked a falling hair to her ear. Adoring the soft features and listening to her soft breathing. 

Just like this, he is content. 

Just like any normal angel, he is already delighted to have the apple in his eyes safe and protected. 

He widened his eyes, flinching away as he caught himself in the act.

A voice whispers at the back of his head 'Is this what a Virtue, who has a duty, be doing?'

Vigil's face brightened red. 

He bitterly let out a faint laugh. 'No, damn it.'

He closed his eyes. Letting his eyes rest for a moment, but his hands never stopped stroking the hair of the woman. 

Thankfully, Carol didn’t show any sign of waking up. He doesn’t know if he has any face to show her when he has his face really up close to her.

He barked out a cackle, running his hand over his forehead. 

“What the hell is going on with you Vigil.” He shook his head and stared one final moment at Carol.

Emotions are fickle, but Vigil has the power to promise to vow to never hurt the one he shows interest. Consequences be damned.

Towering over her, he leans down to her forehead. His wings acting like shields from the curious onlookers. Pecking a small kiss, he quickly jumps away, berating his own, fast beating heart.

Ignoring the awfully quickening pace of his own heart he whispers as softly he could.

“Sweet dreams.”

His wings flutter, leaving a white feather as if a memento to show that he was present there before disappearing to thin air. 

°•°•.

“Welcome back, Virtue of Time.” The emotionless Cherub salutes. 

Vigil does not acknowledge her greeting, too preoccupied with the thoughts of ‘whys’. The cherub seemed to not mind the action, instead she let out a hum of interest, turning around to leave the Virtue with his thoughts. 

She examines the Virtue one last time before snapping her fingers as flames enveloped Vigil's sight making him jump out of his trance.

“I hope you have put your heart into your decisions.” She crinkle her eyes up, but never smiles.

Vigil blinks owlishly, not getting what she means before gaping and clenching his mouth shut. Too embarrassed to give her an answer back.

She tilts her head. “You will, won’t you?”

This time, he gave up and sighed.

“...Yes.”

Yes he would.

After all, wasn't he the Virtue of Time who kept all of his subordinates and friends safe, even if it meant breaking regulations set as boundary for him as the God of Time's son?

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[kouxiijinx]

Gifting season: For Shui Week!

Hello, fellow beta readers and patient waiters of Kingdom! And to those who are spoiled by UiO with some snippets...

Let's have fun by holding a prompt week! Because of the lacking for Shui content, I wanna just say; UiO WHERE IS IT!? WE NEED MORE!

So now we have this thanks to my desperation lol

you can write a fic, make fanart, anything!

You can even make a crossover as long Shui is majorly included! (and by that I am desperate to see what you will do, you can do OC with Shui too)

Heh! Let's start!

Prompt list !

Day 1

Guardian

“Even in the darkest moments, at least someone will stand there to offer you a hand.”

Day 2

Crown

“Such brilliance, but that's not what define you it's you who make it shine.”

Day 3

By your side

“To support you to follow you. I will always be by your side.”

Day 4

Treasure

“It's something hidden, sometimes only fated to be found by you.”

Day 5

Tears

“Expressions sometimes are what shows a person is truly feeling.”

Day 6

Trapped

“To be able to grasp something, maybe you shouldn't let go.”

Day 7

Thank you

“Simple words of gratefulness can bring delightful sensation.”

✉︎ tagging known people ✉︎

@authoruio! @abyss-wonderer! @kiranarina!

[umeminyan]

i love your selfship posts, never feel bad about posting about it 🥺 you have such an interesting dynamic with yingxing and dan feng, and then again with blade 🩷

thank you manu !! 🥺🍀 weehhh i’m glad you found them interesting & i will try to not feel too embarrassed about them anymore ^^ i love u 💕

[itoshi-s]

*rattles the bars of my cage* SHARING IS CARING PLS I BEG !!!!! <333

+ nonnie's "NOOOO I want to hear the filthy thoughts about prev anons old money itoshis 💔💔💔"

😭😭 you FILTHY creatures afhsalkj both of you belong in the horny jail!! w/ me in the same cell obviously though dw ahsfkahlk

no but you're not rly missing out on much just.. just the usual random stepcest agenda of mine :3 like. i'm so sorry but i'm just thinking of the itoshi brothers and their younger sister, always the golden trio, heirs to the family fortune, turning heads of men and women alike...... everyone would want to marry into the family, and many have tried their chance, but every brave attempt of asking either of the three out ends up a failure. people are so curious!! maybe they're all in some secret relationships, or perhaps they're waiting for their marriages to be arranged - a business transaction of sorts? then, there's also this rumor going round that the brothers have their eyes on the same girl.. is there why they're so hostile towards each other?? the rumors are everywhere - the campus, press, even around some of their friends (cause no, seriously, has anyone ever seen any of the itoshis with someone before?). all three only ever shrug and give a dismissive comment, cause really, it's none of your concern.

well.. it's not like anyone would've ever thought - and it's better no one ever does - that it's the youngest itoshi heir that her brothers constantly fight over, and that it's her getting bent over the expensive marble counters and fucked into the bespoke silk sheets </3

[guccifrog]

CARNIVAL 🎟

➥chris sturniolo x f!reader

bless my baby @sleepysturnss for giving me this idea 💦

warnings ⚠️: dick riding in public i guess

requested ✉

now playing :

CARNIVAL— ¥$,Playboi Carti, Rich the Kid

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

🎀🎰🎠

➥The carnival was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of sweat, popcorn, and the mechanical smells generated by the rides. you and your boyfriend Chris found yourselves in line for the Ferris wheel, your bodies almost pressed together as you waited for your turn.

You were wearing a mini skirt so short it barely covered your ass, and every time you shifted your weight, Chris felt the soft fabric of your skirt brush against his hardening cock.

even though you didn't wear that skirt intentionally, You weren't innocent either you were very aware of the effect you were having on him, In fact. it was rather arousing to know that you had the power to make him feel this way just by a piece of clothing.

As the line slowly moved forward, you shifted your weight once more, grinding your ass against his crotch. He groaned quietly, his eyes closing momentarily as he fought to maintain his composure. You could feel how frustrated he was growing, and it was making you wet.

"stop it. You’re getting me all worked up.” Chris hissed through clenched teeth. You giggled, as you pulled out a lipgloss from your purse, purposely dropping it to the floor. "Whoops! Looks like I dropped something…" you said, bending down slowly to pick it up. As you did, you felt your skirt ride up, exposing your lace-covered panties to his hungry gaze. "You're testing me right now," he warned, his voice strained, making you smirk teasingly.

Groaning in irritation, Chris's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to maintain control. He glanced down at your ass, which was now pressed so tightly against his crotch that he could feel every movement you made. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed you.

When the carnie finally called out "Next!" and they shuffled forward, Chris couldn't wait to get you alone. He practically shoved you onto the next open seat on the Ferris wheel.

"Chris!" You giggled as you settled into the seat, straddling him and positioning your legs on either side of his hips.

As the Ferris wheel began to ascend, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against Chris's, your tongues dancing hungrily as they explored each other's mouths. He gripped your hips tightly, feeling the soft, warm skin of your thighs pressed against his palms. You moaned into the kiss, arching your back as you ground your wetness against him.

Chris pulled away, Quickly undoing his pants and pushing them down a little. His hard cock sprang free, standing at full attention as he positioned it at your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his own filled with craving, with a swift thrust, he was inside you, without a warning.

You let out a gasp as he filled you, the sensation of being so fully connected to him sending shockwaves through your body. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking back and forth as the Ferris wheel continued its slow rise. His movements grew more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pumped harder and faster inside you.

"Does that feel good?" Chris asked making you nod as You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest, while Your nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on, and demanding that he never stop.

"use your fucking words" Chris groaned into your neck.

"fuck-nghn yes, you make me feel so good!" You managed to choke out, As the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, you were surrounded by the bright lights and the sound of laughter and screams from the other riders. Chris looked down into your eyes, his expression a mixture of lust and love, as he began to move faster, his hips meeting yours in a steady rhythm.

The sensation of being so high up, and so exposed, only seemed to heighten your arousal. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, gripping him as you rocked your hips in time with his movements. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as you neared your climax, your body tense and ready to explode.

Chris felt your inner walls clenching around his cock, signaling that you were close. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your neck as he began to thrust harder, faster, his hips pounding into yours. He reached down between your bodies, gripping your swollen clit roughly and rubbing it in small, tight circles.

"Chris~"You cried out as your body shuddered violently in his arms, as you climaxed, your hot liquid coating his cock. He groaned deeply, feeling the force of your orgasm pulling him over the edge as well. With one last powerful thrust, he released himself deep inside you, his cum filling you up.

You were both breathing heavily as the Ferris wheel began its descent. Chris gently pulled out of you, his cock slipping wetly from your body. He reached down to stroke your cheek, wiping away a bead of sweat that had trickled down from your temple.

"You feel so good," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

The Ferris wheel continued its descent, and as the bright lights of the carnival came back into view, you both breathed a sigh of relief. Chris adjusted his pants, making sure they were securely in place and then leaned in to kiss you again. This time, it was slower, more gentle. Your bodies still slick with sweat from earlier.

You got up as The ride came to a complete stop, and the attendant began to release the next car. Chris leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. " Who would've thought we'd fuck in a Ferris wheel" he whispered, causing you to giggle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. " I think a Ferris wheel is my favorite carnival ride from now on," you joked, making him raise an eyebrow" That's a crazy thing to say, after riding this big boy" he pointed down at his dick, making you hit his arm playfully.

🎲🎲🎲

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[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐒���𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 ⠀⠀(让我们逃离她吧。)

͏summary “ ✉. Sunghoon, your coach, decided to surprise you for winning the national ice skating olympics—inside the van where they would be waiting for the others and going to eat.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smut, suggestive.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───Cheating, manipulation, teacher's pet, hidden relationship, swearing, impregnation, fingering, fogged windows, torn/ripped clothing, rough, unprotected.

Time passed strangely, as if each day blended into the next, filled with emotions that never quite dissipated.

After that day in the locker room, nothing seemed to have changed on the outside. The sex continued, the training grew more intense, and Sunghoon still demanded the best from you. But underneath it all, something was different.

You knew what was happening wasn’t normal; the boundaries between coach and student had completely vanished. Sunghoon always found a way to get too close, to slide his hands over your body under the guise of correcting your posture or adjusting a movement. And every time he did, the weight of guilt and arousal crushed you, leaving you trapped between desire and reality.

One afternoon, while practicing a new routine, you felt his hands on your waist, adjusting the way you moved.

His touch, as always, was firm but laden with hidden intentions. At first, you tried to ignore it, focusing on the movements, on the ice beneath your feet, but you knew where this was heading. Sunghoon was slowly leading you to the same place as always: to those moments after every practice when it was no longer just about skating.

On one such occasion, while sitting on the bench, still breathing heavily from the physical exertion, Sunghoon approached you again. His hands were quick and long, moving over your body as if he knew exactly what you needed, as if it was his right to push you to the limit.

You were caught in that swing between pleasure and fear. Sunghoon was so close, his body pressing yours against the wall as you felt his hot breath on your neck and his cock brushing against your sweet spot.

Just as his lips brushed yours and the heat increased, the sound of a phone interrupted the moment.

Panic surged through you like lightning as you saw him pull out his phone. It was his wife. You heard him answer calmly, his voice firm and full of affection as he spoke with her. “Yes, my love… I’m finishing up training… I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

Your mind was clouded with fear. Sunghoon’s movements didn’t stop. His hands continued to touch you, moving with precision inside you while he continued talking to his wife on the phone.

Sunghoon knew exactly what he was doing. The power he had over you was undeniable, and you felt like prey caught under the gaze of a predator. He relished that control, the way he could manipulate every situation to his advantage. Even while sweetly talking to his wife, his fingers kept working, pushing you beyond your limits, caressing and pressing your sweet spot in a circular motion.

When he hung up, his sly smile made it clear he had enjoyed every second. “You’re the best, you know?” he whispered in your ear, his voice deep and laden with intent. “And all of this is so you keep improving. To be the best, you have to learn to work under pressure, beautiful.”

You felt torn. You knew it was wrong, that every encounter pushed you further into an abyss you couldn’t escape. But the pleasure was undeniable, as was the fear of being discovered.

And after every training session, each time you left the locker room with your body trembling, filled with him and your mind in chaos, your thoughts revolved around one thing: you couldn’t stop this.

Every training session ended the same way.

A touch here, a whisper there, and suddenly, you found yourself wanting more, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Your thoughts overflowed, a mix of pleasure and guilt that kept you awake at night.

You wondered if anyone suspected, if others noticed the glances, the times Sunghoon touched you more than necessary. And, above all, you wondered how you had ended up here, where the line between desire and submission was growing thinner.

But he always knew what to do, how to handle you, how to make you forget everything, at least for a while.

You were trapped, and Sunghoon knew it.

You were in the locker room, adjusting your suit over and over, as if nervousness clung to your feet. The fabric fit perfectly on your body, but you couldn’t avoid feeling the sweat accumulating at the base of your neck, mingling with the anticipation of the moment.

Your hands trembled slightly as you mentally reviewed each jump, each spin, each pose you had practiced repeatedly.

You knew you could do it; you had worked so hard to get here, but something inside you kept wavering. It wasn’t just the weight of the competition; it was everything else. The emotions you had accumulated over the past month, the fear that someone might discover what you and Sunghoon shared.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made you turn, and there he was. Sunghoon, with his relaxed posture and that mischievous smile that always made you shiver. Without saying a word, he approached you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He drew you close, and before you could react, his lips captured yours in a slow, soft kiss, completely different from any other he had given you before. You felt your body relax, although the nerves still fluttered in your chest.

“Calm down…” he assured you, bringing his face closer to yours. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching yours.

It was as if with those words, all the noise around you faded away. Sunghoon pulled back just a millimeter, leaving one last kiss on your lips, softer than you had ever felt before. It was the first real gesture of affection, the first that didn’t feel like part of a power game or a challenge. It was the first time his words didn’t sound like an order but like comfort.

“Go and give them a reason to applaud you,” he whispered against your lips before pulling away, leaving only the warmth of his skin as a memory.

With his support giving you the final push, you took a deep breath and headed to the rink.

When you finally stepped onto the ice, the lights dimmed around you, leaving you in the spotlight. The silence was deafening as the whole world awaited your start. You breathed deeply, your legs trembling at first, but as soon as you glided your first foot onto the rink, everything else disappeared.

And then the music began.

You glided with strength and precision across the ice, letting the rhythm guide you. Each jump, each spin was executed with a perfection you had practiced to exhaustion. You moved with a fluidity achieved after years of training.

The spins were precise, the jumps perfect, your arms extended in the air as if you were flying, and every time you touched the ice, you felt your movements leaving an invisible mark on the rink. The audience held their breath with each daring move, but all you thought about was impressing Sunghoon, winning his approval.

The applause from the audience was barely a murmur compared to the deafening beat of your heart. You moved with agility, your feet cutting the ice smoothly, but there was a fierceness behind every movement.

The key moment came with the triple axel, a sequence you had failed countless times during practice but now executed flawlessly. Your body soared into the air, spinning with speed and precision, and when you landed smoothly, one arm raised, eyes fixed on the horizon, it was as if at that moment you had conquered the whole world.

The lights bathed you in a golden glow. The stadium erupted in applause, cheers echoing around you, but you didn’t hear any of it. It wasn’t the audience that mattered. It wasn’t victory you were after.

You turned, scanning the crowd, and saw him. Sunghoon was standing, eyes shining, jumping with excitement. Your heart skipped a beat, filling you with a pride that no medal could give.

But then, reality hit.

Next to him was her, his wife, with her hand resting on her growing belly. He turned to her and, before you could process it, hugged her tightly and gave her a quick, brief kiss that hurt more than you wanted to admit. They both looked radiant, sharing the joy of your victory as if it were their own.

And you, frozen in the center of the rink, felt a wave of sadness wash over you. You had given everything, achieved your biggest dream, but it still wasn’t enough. Sunghoon gave his first hug to her, not to you. His happiness, his celebration, it all was with her.

The crowd continued cheering, the lights enveloped you, and your name echoed throughout the stadium. You had accomplished the unthinkable. You had won. But inside, the only validation you truly wanted was his. And he… was giving it to someone else.

You clenched your fists, trying to bury that feeling deep within yourself. You knew it was unfair, that you had no right to feel this way, but you couldn’t help it.

“Stop thinking about it, [...]” you told yourself, but the pain was already lodged in your chest. Despite everything, all you wanted was for him to look at you, for his happiness to be about you, for him to share it only with you and no one else. You had won, but deep down, all you wanted was for Sunghoon to see you. Only you.

The lights continued to illuminate the rink as you glided toward the center, no longer worried about maneuvers or jumps. You had won. You knew it. The entire stadium was telling you, from the thunderous applause to the admiring gazes that followed you.

You stopped at the center of the rink and stood there, breathing deeply as the sound of the crowd enveloped you. The moment felt unreal, yet you had worked your whole life to be here.

Hands helped you off the ice. Your team’s staff was there, waiting at the edge of the rink. Smiles and hugs came one after another. You felt a surge of emotions: pride, relief, happiness, but also something deeper, more confusing. Among the crowd, you glimpsed Sunghoon.

He was smiling, one of those smiles only he could give you, but he did it right after kissing his wife, who was embraced with him. That kiss, though brief, remained etched in your mind. However, you focused on the present.

“You did it!” shouted one of the coaches, giving you a pat on the back. The hugs were warm, the congratulations sincere, but what you really wanted was to hear from him. To see his expression without barriers, without the mask of happiness he wore in front of others.

They placed you on the podium, the first, the highest. Flags waved, and the anthem played loudly. And then the moment came. They draped the gold medal around your neck, a shiny and heavy piece symbolizing everything you had fought for. Flowers, a beautiful bouquet, were handed to you as the crowd applauded non-stop.

The roar was deafening. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, as if time had stopped just for you. Even though you tried to keep your composure, a small tear rolled down your cheek. It was the biggest moment of your life, hitting you with all its intensity.

When you finally descended from the podium, your team greeted you with more hugs and congratulations. Everyone wanted to touch the medal, see the gleaming gold. But amid all the excitement, your eyes kept searching for him.

Sunghoon approached you, with his characteristic calm, and for a moment, everything else stopped mattering. He extended his hand, as if to congratulate you formally, but the moment you shook his hand, his thumb traced a small circle on your palm. A subtle caress, but one that ignited something inside you. No one else noticed, but it was enough for you.

“Good job,” he said, his voice low, serious, and serene, though his eyes spoke of something more. But just when you thought he might say something more personal, his wife’s hand slid down his arm, and they looked at each other with a complicity you couldn’t ignore. You pressed your lips together, trying to control the emotions welling up in your chest.

The rest of the team surrounded you before you could think more about it. Cameras pointed at you, journalists surged forward, eager for an interview. Questions began to fly from all sides: “How do you feel?”, “What was the most difficult moment of your routine?”, “What does this victory mean to you?”

“It’s incredible…” you replied, smiling, trying to make your words coherent while emotions continued to overflow. The happiness was there, of course. You had won. You had achieved what you set out to do, but there was a cloud still hovering over you.

“It was a lot of effort... my team was always there, supporting me, helping me practice to be the best…” you continued in the interviews, your answers interrupted by camera flashes and the din of the crowd.

In the distance, you could see Sunghoon chatting with other staff members, and although part of you wanted to focus on the excitement of the moment, you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he looked, maintaining that perfect coach facade, approaching his wife, sharing with her a smile, a hug, while you were on the verge of emotional collapse.

Some questions turned personal:

“Is there someone in particular you’d like to dedicate this victory to?”

That question made your thoughts stop for a second. Could you tell the truth? Tell the world that all you wanted to dedicate each of your achievements to was your coach? That you wanted Sunghoon to recognize you beyond being his student? No, of course you couldn’t.

“… To my team and everyone who has supported me on this journey,” you answered with a firm voice, kissing the medal while looking at the camera with a smile, hiding the true emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

After the interviews, you finally had a breather, though the emotions still weighed on your chest. The medal hung around your neck, cold and heavy, but it wasn’t its weight that overwhelmed you. It was that strange mix of satisfaction for having won and the sense of emptiness knowing that, despite everything, what you truly longed for was out of your reach.

The rest of the day passed in a sort of haze. The celebrations continued, and although you tried to enjoy the moment, your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon.

You had stepped away from the award ceremony’s commotion and were now in the locker room, changing into more comfortable clothes. The tension of the competition began to dissipate, replaced by a weariness that was felt in every muscle.

As you removed your competition outfit and put on something more relaxed, you allowed yourself to bask in the satisfaction of victory, but also in the melancholy that it wasn’t quite complete without the attention you truly desired.

You put on a cotton t-shirt and a pair of comfortable pants. You were trying to calm yourself, enjoying the moment of peace, when you heard the sound of the door opening. You turned around, a wide smile on your face, expecting to see Sunghoon. But, to your surprise, it was another staff member who entered.

“Hello, [...]” said the staff girl. “I just wanted to let you know that, in honor of your victory, some sponsors are organizing a dinner tonight. Congratulations!”

It was just a silly dinner where you had to pretend to be happy, only—“That’s great, thanks for letting me know and thank you very much!” you said as you nodded with a smile, grateful for the news as you adjusted your clothes.

Before the girl could close the door, you saw Sunghoon standing in the doorway, with his imposing presence and a smile that seemed to hide something. His hands were in the pockets of his pants, and his watch glinted slightly under the light of the locker room. You couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation seeing him there, waiting for you.

The door was closing when his hand managed to stop it, and he walked in with an agility that made your heart race.

“Sunghoon...” you whispered, smiling widely upon seeing him.

Sunghoon crossed the door with determined steps. His hands were extended towards you as if he was about to touch something precious.

Finally, he approached, and before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around you, his head nestling into the curve of your neck and his hands caressing your waist, giving it a slight squeeze. The contact was warm, and you could feel his breath mingling with yours, his breath warm and light against your skin, and the scent of his cologne blending with your sweat, creating a feeling of intimacy that surprised you.

“You did amazing,” he whispered close to your ear, his voice a husky murmur that made you feel even more special. “I’m so proud of you.”

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the neck, a gesture that sent a wave of warmth throughout your body. You clung to him, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifted you off the ground with a surprisingly agile and tender movement.

His lips met yours in a kiss full of emotion, and as he spun you around, the outside world seemed to disappear for a moment. Your heart was pounding, both from the euphoria of victory and from the unexpected and meaningful contact between you both.

When he set you back on the ground, his hand caressed your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with his usual professional demeanor. He looked at you with those intense eyes that used to intimidate you, but now filled you with a warm satisfaction.

“Listen,” he said, leaning towards your ear and whispering. “I need you in the parking lot as soon as I get out of here. I have... something for you, and I want you to be there to see it.”

His words were a promise in themselves, and the kiss he left on your neck before leaving the locker room made that promise seem even more urgent.

You were left alone in the locker room, with the echo of his words resonating in your mind. The physical contact and sincere gesture you had just experienced made you feel special, as if the bond between you had gone beyond the simple coach-student relationship.

As soon as Sunghoon left the locker room, you hurried to follow him. The buzz continued around you as you made your way to the parking lot. You paused briefly to look around, some members of your team were still chatting, sharing laughs and comments about the event. Others were busy putting away the stuffed animals and gifts that your fans had thrown onto the ice after your triumph, with smiles on their faces.

For a moment, you wondered if it was really worth going, fearing that whatever he had for you might embarrass you for the rest of your career. On the other hand, you wanted to be with him, you wanted to have him close again.

Without wanting to draw too much attention, you made sure no one was paying too much attention to you before walking toward the truck, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head, making your way quickly to where Sunghoon was.

When you reached the vehicle, your eyes caught something strange; Sunghoon was standing by the truck, putting something into his jacket, a small box of some sort. The way he did it, quickly and discreetly, made you wonder what he was hiding.

But before you could think too much about it, you approached and greeted him with a slight smile, feeling that nervousness in your stomach again.

“What did you need me here for, Sunghoon?” you asked lightly, trying to break the tension you felt.

Sunghoon didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he approached you with slow steps, a look that seemed to pierce you and made you feel small under his presence.

Without saying a word, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close in a swift but controlled move. Your hands instinctively rested on his chest. His touch was firm, and the warmth of his body enveloped you, almost as if he was claiming you in some way.

“You know I’ve been watching you all the time, right?” he whispered with a low, possessive tone, his warm breath against your ear. There was a small shiver that ran down your spine at the deep tone of his voice. “Every move you made on that rink was for me, that suit highlighting everything that drives me crazy. And now... you’re mine, completely mine.”

Before you could process his words, Sunghoon tilted his head towards yours, capturing your lips in a slow, soft kiss, but filled with a latent desire. There was no rush, just the intensity of every brush of his lips against yours.

His hands tightened around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t escape from him. Your hands instinctively sought to cling to his jacket, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds that seemed eternal. When he finally pulled away, his dark eyes met yours, and in that moment you knew there was no turning back. Sunghoon moved away just enough to look you in the eyes, his lips still so close they could almost touch again.

“Get in,” he ordered, his intense and serious gaze, but without losing that spark of possession and need that made you feel special. It was the kind of look that made you understand that, at that moment, there was no one else in his world but you.

He gestured with his eyes for you to get in first. Sunghoon opened the truck door with almost indifferent ease, gave you a nod, and without hesitation, you got into the back seat. The inside of the truck was warm and cozy, but the air felt heavy with the tension between you.

Sunghoon entered behind you, closing the door with a soft click that resonated louder in your ears. Without wasting time, he locked all the doors.

The cabin was silent, the sound of your ragged breathing the only thing breaking the stillness. Sunghoon turned to you, one of his hands resting on the back of the seat while his eyes locked onto yours, smiling as he looked you up and down.

“Finally, I can give you your gift,” he said, his tone firm, almost like a promise, and at the same time, a warning.

The shiver that ran down your spine wasn’t from fear but from anticipation.

Without warning, Sunghoon quickly shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly into the front seat. He approached you with decisive movements, never taking his eyes off you.

Suddenly, he buried his face in the curve of your neck with an almost feral need. His breathing was heavy, and the heat of his body against yours felt scorching. The brush of his lips barely touched you as his hands began to move, firm and determined.

“You looked amazing out there...” he whispered between soft bites on your skin, his lips grazing the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. “Every time you moved, I couldn’t stop imagining how your body looked under that tight clothing... How you shone under the lights...”

His tongue traced a slow path over your skin, letting the warmth of his mouth envelop you. His voice was a mix of admiration and desire, but there was a dangerous edge to it, something he could no longer control.

“That outfit...” he continued, his hands starting to explore your body, moving from your sides down to your thighs, squeezing them tightly, as if claiming every part of you. “Tight... Showing how beautiful you look. God, what I would give to have you for myself, but of course...”

His voice faltered slightly as his hands continued to move up your thighs, getting closer to your crotch. You could feel the heat rising through your body, your breathing becoming heavier, and your thoughts turning confused and dirty.

“My wife...” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice filled with frustration as his lips left a trail of kisses and bites on your skin. “If it weren’t for her, I’d have you in my hands all the time, kissing you and filling you...”

The bitterness in his tone was evident, but you could only focus on the heat of his hands on your thighs, moving up and down as if he couldn’t decide where to start. His fingers sunk softly into your flesh, as if claiming every part of you. He bit your neck with more force, leaving a visible mark.

You remained there, sighing, feeling each bite, each possessive touch, letting him do as he pleased. There was no resistance in your body, only the silent surrender you had always offered him.

His words echoed in your head, filling you with a mix of internal pride and vulnerability. You felt the weight of his full attention finally falling on you, intensifying every touch, every brush of his lips. Your fingers gripped his arms tighter, but it wasn’t enough; you wanted more, needed more.

The tension in the air was palpable, Sunghoon’s gaze was filled with intense emotions that made you feel small, yet desired at the same time.

His body still pressed against yours, his hands marking your skin firmly through the clothes, and his words resonated in your head like a sweet torture. The silence in the truck made every small touch, every sigh, seem amplified.

“It’s frustrating... having to share you with everyone, acting like you’re not mine...” he said with a mix of possessiveness and contained rage before leaving one last kiss on your collarbone. His breathing was heavy, and his lips were red and swollen from repressed desire.

“Although...” Sunghoon leaned in a bit more, his lips barely grazing yours as a provocation, leaving the kiss hanging in the air before whispering: “Tonight, you are all mine.”

The heat of his voice struck you like lightning, making a shiver run down your spine. Your hands trembled, unsure whether to push him away or cling to him. His breathing was heavy, as if the very air you shared was not enough to quench the fire burning between you. He kept his hands firmly on your hips, and with a slight pull, guided you even closer to him.

You felt the heat of his body seeping through your clothes, and his dark gaze, fixed on you, made you shiver. The silence between you became deafening, and your mind struggled to process what was happening.

“Get on top,” he ordered with that deep voice that always completely disarmed you.

Confusion and nervousness swirled in your stomach, and in a desperate attempt to find an escape, you murmured weakly.

“B-but hyung...” you hesitated, your hands trembling slightly as you touched his chest for support, your voice barely a whisper. “What if someone c-comes? They might see... see us... here, moving...”

Your words barely escaped coherently, but Sunghoon didn’t seem fazed. On the contrary, his lips curled into a smile filled with malice, an expression that was both tender and dangerous.

At first, he said nothing, just looked at you with those eyes that always seemed to see beyond your words, beyond what you tried to hide, and before you could finish your sentence, his hands rose from your waist to your hips, then up your back, making every inch of your skin feel aflame.

And then, without warning, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was not gentle or slow like before; it was intense, claiming you with every brush of his lips against yours. Wanting to silence you, fed up with your damned tendency to think of others before yourself.

The kiss grew wilder as you let him press against you, rougher. Sunghoon wasted no time taking control, crushing your lips with his with an intensity that stole your breath away. His tongue forced its way without delicacy, attacking yours in a battle for dominance he was clearly winning. The sound of both of you breathing heavily filled the cabin, your gasps caught between the clash of his lips and the intrusion of his tongue, which explored every corner of your mouth with hunger.

Sunghoon frowned, his jaw tense as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss even more, his movements almost brusque. His hands moved down to your lower hips, gripping you firmly as if to make it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. His fingers dug into your skin through the fabric, and a shiver ran through you as he pulled you closer, leaving no space for resistance.

The sounds of your breathing and his soft growls filled the air, making the atmosphere even more suffocating. His tongue moved with urgency, seeking more, demanding more from you and your gasps, your lips responding with sharp, broken moans. Every time you tried to take a breath, he took your lips again, nibbling them, making you feel the burn of his desire.

His hands did not stop gripping you, moving from your hips to your thighs, squeezing them as he kept you under his control, his body radiating heat and need. Sunghoon devoured you with every movement, his lips firm, his tongue relentless, as you sank deeper into the ecstasy of that rough and passionate kiss that made you feel completely his.

When he finally pulled away, both of you breathed heavily, the air between you charged with desire. Sunghoon slid a hand down your cheek, caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire in his gaze.

“So, are you going to disobey me?” he whispered, his deep tone carrying a subtle hidden threat. “Won’t you accept the gift I have for you?”

His voice was soft, almost sweet, but the words were laden with a weight that made it hard to refuse. Your thoughts tangled, and although you knew you should say no, that it wasn’t the time or place, your trembling lips could barely form the right words.

“It’s what you deserve…” his voice was lower, more controlled, but filled with that possessiveness that always made you shiver. His hand began to slide slowly down your neck, his fingers barely grazing your skin, as if savoring every second of contact. “For being such an obedient boy, always doing everything so well…” he added, his lips dangerously close to your ear, letting his breath envelop you.

His hand continued down, passing your collarbone and tracing the contour of your chest, his fingers grazing your nipple with a calculated slowness that made you feel every inch of his touch. Finally, he stopped at the lower part of your back, his fingers gripping your clothing lightly, applying a gentle but insistent pressure, pulling you closer, almost rubbing your leg against his erection.

“And you wouldn’t want to disappoint me now, would you?” he murmured against your skin, his lips barely brushing your neck, as his words seemed to envelop your mind, manipulating your thoughts. “After all… it’s what you earned. My gift… for being so perfect in everything you do.”

With a firm movement, he pulled you closer, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for a response. “So, are you going to rudely reject what you deserve?” His voice became deeper, almost a challenge, as his other hand slowly moved up your thigh, marking his territory with every touch.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, would I?” he hinted, his lips finally seeking yours with a barely perceptible smile, the one he used when he knew he had absolute control. “Get on top, where you belong…”

Sunghoon held you firmly, his fingers pressing into your hips as if claiming you for himself. The intensity of his gaze pierced through you, dark, dominant, and filled with contained desire. There was no room for doubt, only for the submission he expected and knew he would get from you, as he always did.

"Still trying to resist?" he murmured, his tone dripping with control but also warmth, almost comforting, making it hard for you to think of anything else. "You know I want you for myself, you always have."

His hands guided you firmly onto his lap, placing you exactly where he wanted, where he felt you belonged. The heat of his body mixed with yours, and for a moment, the fear of being discovered was a distant echo.

"Come on, sweetheart… don’t make me wait any longer," his voice was low, whispers vibrating against your skin as you settled on top of him. Each word was calculated, designed to bend you to his will. His hands gripped your hips, moving you with that blend of delicacy and control only he could achieve.

"Are you afraid someone will see us?" he whispered, his mouth brushing the line of your jaw before moving to your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "You should worry more about what I'll do if you keep moving on top of me."

He tightened his grip on your hips, his breath heavy, his tone full of possession. "I know you like it… how it makes you feel. Don’t deny it now."

His lips found yours, this time with no room for softness. It was a demanding kiss, filled with hunger, his tongue invading your mouth without asking permission, seeking your submission. As he did, one of his hands slid down your back, pressing firmly on the lower part, pushing you against him.

"Don’t try to stop me, [...]. Not today," he murmured between kisses, his voice deep and filled with promises he always fulfilled, because he always did.

Sunghoon’s touch on your skin was scorching, his hands exploring every inch of your body with precision, but filled with a desire that pulsed strongly. He kept you trapped between his fingers, each caress transmitting an unbreakable dominance, and although he wasn’t cruel, his control over you was complete. There was no room for resistance. Every touch was a silent command, enveloping you in his power.

"You look so perfect like this…" he murmured, his voice low, saturated with contained lust as he leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath making your skin prickle. "This is how you should always be. Just mine. Just for me."

His words were sharp, each one pulling you further away from any rational thought. There was no escape, only submission. His mouth slid down your neck, leaving marks with each kiss, bite, and press, as if he was reclaiming every part of you, over and over.

Your soft moans were music to him, a confirmation that you were surrendering completely to his will.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he murmured, his voice now deeper, filled with possession as his hands moved with more determination, sliding slowly to your ass. Squeezing it firmly, leaning closer, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw before lightly biting your earlobe, just enough to make a moan escape your lips.

"If someone comes..." he whispered, his fingers now firmly on your buttocks, pressing and marking his territory. "They won’t have to know anything... Not if you stay still, being the good boy you always are for me."

He moved his hands with more insistence, guiding you at his pace, lifting your hips slightly as if molding you to his desire. The seriousness in his tone, combined with the need to please you his way, made it impossible for you to resist. "I know you like it… I know what you need. Are you going to deny me just because of fear?"

Sunghoon kept you pinned against him, that mix of desire and unbreakable control always disarming you. You bit your lip, trying to find some sanity in the situation, while his hands continued to explore every inch of your body, his fingers leaving a trail of fiery warmth.

"Hyung... the truck is going to move a lot..." you murmured, barely audible, clinging to his shoulders in an attempt to reason with him, though the desire in your voice betrayed you, his hands continued to move, molding you at his rhythm.

"Shh..." he cut you off, placing a finger over your lips, his smile sly and dangerous. "That’s the point, pretty boy." He didn’t give you time to respond before replacing his finger with his lips, in a kiss that, though gentle at first, quickly became demanding, filled with promises of what was to come. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.

As his lips devoured yours, his hands began to move again, this time more intensely, more insistently. He lifted and lowered you on his lap, making you feel every inch of his erect member as he smiled against your skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how you reacted to each of his movements.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured against your neck, his lips leaving a series of kisses mixed with gentle bites. "Look at you... moving as if you were made for this." His words, combined with the way he made you move against him, made any resistance crumble completely.

With every chuckle of his, every firm touch on your skin, you knew there was no turning back; you were barely unwrapping your gift.

Sunghoon kept you on his lap, his hands firmly gripping your ass. As he pretended to give you a kiss, he chuckled softly at the frustration on your face. "What’s wrong, hmm?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Is it too hard not to have me now?"

Your body quivered with each of his movements, and with a frustrated moan, you managed to say, "Hyung... this... in the truck... I can't believe we're..."

Sunghoon didn’t wait any longer, rolling his eyes in frustration. His lips crashed against yours in an intense, dominating kiss. His tongue moved eagerly in your mouth, exploring every corner with an insatiable need. His lips were scorching, and every caress of his tongue made you moan more intensely.

As your moans mingled with his, Sunghoon pulled back briefly, his eyes locked on yours, filled with desire and authority. "Do you really care about what’s happening here?" he asked in a deep voice. "Don’t you realize this is what we both need?"

Without warning, he ripped the fabric of your pants with a quick tug, causing you to gasp in surprise and panic. "Can’t you feel what I’m doing for you?" he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "All of this is just for you. So you can feel what it’s really like to be proud of yourself."

Your hands clung to his shoulders as he moved you with a mix of possession and need. Desperate, you moaned, "Hyung... Yes, I love it... when you move me like this... on top of you... I can’t resist..."

Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction, his hands squeezing your ass as he moved you more intensely. "Tell me more..." he whispered, his hot breath against your skin. "Tell me how much you like it... how much you need me."

The heat between you was almost unbearable, and every movement of his only intensified the sense of submission and desire that enveloped you. Sunghoon continued to be a master at manipulating your body and emotions, leaving you with no choice but to yield to his absolute control.

"I love it too much... I need you to touch me, please... Hyung... Make me yours..." you whispered, gasping and moaning softly, his erection growing as he moved you.

Sunghoon’s deep laugh resonated against your skin as he heard you.

"That’s what I wanted to know," he whispered. Without stopping his movements on you, he leaned in slowly, gently licking your upper lip before letting his lower lip rub against yours, tempting and provoking you.

You were so needy, so trapped by the control he had over you, that you couldn’t help it. A whisper escaped your lips. "Please... kiss me."

"Does it hurt so much not to have me?" he murmured, his voice low, thick with a mix of mockery and a desire to make you suffer. He knew exactly what he was doing, playing with your desire, controlling you at his whim. He knew that with just this kind of provocation, he could make you beg.

A shiver ran through your body, and you couldn’t stop it. You were desperate, craving more. Unable to resist, a plea escaped your lips, weaker than you intended: "Hyung... please..."

That small plea was enough for Sunghoon to take complete control, his smile widening with triumph. You didn’t need to ask twice.

The kiss Sunghoon gave you was dirty in every possible sense. As his lips melded with yours in a fierce and desperate way, he didn’t stay still. He lifted and moved you over his cock, making you grind against him, your ass in constant friction against his length, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hips rose in rhythm, controlling every motion, making you feel every inch of him beneath you.

It was almost a war, a battle he was clearly winning, each thrust of his tongue making you lose more control over yourself. Your moans were uncontrollable, filled with need and desperation, barely able to believe what was happening in the truck.

Your hands, almost instinctively, rose to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you sought something to hold onto, something to help you process everything he was making you feel. Your fingers dug into his hair, pulling it slightly as you moved in circles over his cock, desperate for more of that friction, more of that contact.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and uncontrollable desire, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he pulled away abruptly. Your lips still trembled from the contact, swollen and hot, as he looked directly into your eyes, not letting you escape his dominance.

Without waiting for you to complain or beg, he slid two of his fingers into your mouth, filling it easily. He moved them slowly at first, watching how your tongue reacted to their presence, eagerly licking them, his long, strong fingers moving with a skill you knew all too well.

He spread them apart inside your mouth, pushing and twisting, forcing you to savor them. Your tongue automatically wrapped around them, sucking them with a fervor you hadn’t planned but seemed to arise from that part of you he always managed to control.

Without warning, Sunghoon pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, his movements slow yet firm, calculated to make you feel every inch of him. Your lips adjusted around his fingers as he watched you with that intensity that always disarmed you completely.

“Suck them well, don’t stop,” he whispered in his dominant tone, his breath brushing your skin as you obeyed.

Your eyes were already closed, and the sensation of having his fingers in your mouth began to transform into something more. Each time you sucked, you moved with more eagerness, your tongue sliding along them, eliciting a satisfied groan from Sunghoon.

“Do you know something, slut?” Sunghoon murmured with a tone filled with desire and control. “Every time you suck my fingers, I know you’re thinking about my dick. Aren’t you? You’re so desperate to feel me inside you that you’re filling my fingers and hand with saliva.”

Your mind reeled at that moment, and your response was a desperate moan mixed with the constant suction of his fingers.

“Yes...” you gasped mid-action, your words barely audible but charged with burning need.

Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction at your response, watching how your lips stretched around his fingers and how your body moved with a desire he had ignited. “That’s right,” he said, his voice a whisper of absolute control. “Keep thinking about me. Keep thinking about how my cock feels inside your mouth.”

He began to move faster, his fingers pushing you deeper, intensifying your moans as your tongue licked with greater urgency. After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew his fingers from your mouth, letting them slip out with a soft pop as you continued to gasp, feeling the absence almost immediately.

His free hand quickly slid to your hips, pressing his slender fingers against the thin fabric of your boxers, and with a precise, unannounced yank, he tore them apart with the same ease he had shown with your pants. The sound of the fabric ripping filled the truck, echoing between the two of you, and you instinctively lifted yourself slightly to facilitate his task.

Sunghoon didn’t waste a second after tearing your clothes. His free hand moved, spreading one of your cheeks as you, almost unconsciously, lifted yourself a bit more over him, making contact easier.

His fingers, now coated in saliva from the desperate attention you had given them, found your entrance with ease. What started as a simple touch quickly turned into a tease, tracing slow circles around your ring without entering, leaving you on the edge of the most intense desire.

“Do you like this?” Sunghoon murmured, a rough tone. “Do you want me to come in, baby? I can feel how your body is begging for more.” As he spoke, he continued to caress your entrance delicately, barely inserting the tip of his fingers, not rushing. He knew exactly what he was doing, enjoying your growing frustration.

You moaned, your body trembling at the tantalizing yet insufficient contact. “Sunghoon… please...” you whispered, your voice barely audible but laden with need.

Sunghoon smiled with that mix of satisfaction and control that drove you crazy. “Please what?” His finger traced another circle, this time pressing slightly, just enough for you to feel it sliding a bit inside you before retreating. “Are you going to tell me what you want, or should I make you beg for it?”

“I want to feel you… I can’t take it anymore…” you gasped, your hips moving instinctively towards him, seeking for his fingers to sink deeper, but he remained in absolute control, giving you just enough to ignite your desperation further.

Sunghoon, still looking at you with those dark, desire-filled eyes, pushed the tip of one of his fingers in again, enough to make you moan sharply. “Like this? Is this what you want?” he asked in a low, dominant tone, moving his finger in and out with a frustrating calm. “I thought you didn’t want to do it here because someone might come.”

Without waiting for you to respond, Sunghoon thrust his fingers into you with a force that made you arch your back, your loud moan echoing through the truck. Your hands clung to his neck, your nails scratching his skin gently as you buried your face against his shoulder, trying to muffle the cry that threatened to escape.

“That’s it…” he murmured, his voice deep, his fingers moving mercilessly inside you, entering and exiting at a pace that left you breathless. “Tell me how much you like it. I know you love it.” His fingers spread in a scissor motion, stretching you, preparing you, as his middle finger brushed your sweet spot precisely, causing your whole body to tremble.

“G-God… Sunghoon…” you gasped against his neck, your lips brushing his skin, your tongue finding its way to his collarbone as your hips instinctively moved against his fingers. Each thrust made you lose control, each calculated move bringing you closer to the edge. “I-I like it… so much…” you murmured between moans, kissing his skin with desperation, not leaving marks but licking him as if his taste was the only thing that could calm the fire burning inside you.

“I know…” he replied, his voice so calm it almost seemed cruel. His other hand slid down your hips, holding you firmly, forcing you to stay exactly where he needed you while he continued moving his fingers in scissor motions, caressing and pressing your spot with a precision only he had. “You love how I make you feel… you love obeying me.”

Without realizing it, you started moving on your own, bouncing up and down on his fingers, seeking more of that friction, more of that pressure that left you breathless. Your moans grew deeper, your groans more desperate, as you clung to his neck, unable to control the wave of pleasure coursing through your body. “Hyung… more… please…”

Sunghoon pressed his lips into a smile full of pride, feeling your body give in completely under his control, your walls and ring stretching more. “Look how you move… so eager. I knew you’d love this.” His fingers moved faster, deeper, hitting every right spot inside you, provoking growls of pleasure from his throat as he felt how you reacted to his touch. “Like this, huh? Right there, isn’t it?”

Every word that left his mouth, every touch of his fingers inside you, pushed you further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

You knew he was enjoying seeing you like this, at his feet, unable to do anything but beg for more, for him, for everything he could do to you. And as your hips continued to move, your moans intertwined with his, tangled in that space where only pleasure and the need Sunghoon always knew how to unleash in you existed.

Sunghoon growled low, his eyes fixed on how you moved desperately over his fingers. Your hand gripped his tightly, guiding his movements, pushing his fingers deeper inside you.

"You can't wait, can you? Always so eager for more..." he murmured, his voice low and laden with desire, as he loosened his grip on your hip. He watched with a mix of fascination and need as your hips kept searching for more, how your body responded so exquisitely to his fingers. “Look at how you beg me… you don’t even need to say it. You’re such a slut.”

The control he so enjoyed having over you seemed to crack with every thrust you made on your own, causing him to lose his composure. Inside you, his fingers constantly caressed your sweet spot, his fingertips brushing against your limit.

With a sudden movement, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you in a moment of pure agony, barely breathing as the desire built up.

“What the hell’s wrong with you now?” His voice, deep and challenging, slid into your ear like a whisper. His eyes remained fixed on you, relentless and dominant. “Not long ago you were crying like a damn faggot because you didn’t want to do it here... and now, look at you, begging for my cock like the damn whore you always were and will be.”

The speed with which he unzipped his pants was almost cruel in its precision. The metallic sound echoed in the truck, marking the prelude to the inevitable. The frustration was evident on his face as he prepared his member, which was already clearly eager to penetrate you. The windows began to fog with the heat of the situation, the atmosphere charged with palpable tension.

“Do you see what you do to me? Not even my fingers are enough for you... or for me.”

Your body trembled with anticipation, and seeing the tip of his member pressing against your entrance, your moans intensified. “Give me… my gift. I can’t wait any longer, Sunghoon… please…” Your desperation was evident in your words.

The pressure of his member against your entrance was a delicious torture, and the determination on his face left no doubt about his intention. Every movement of his was painful, every gesture loaded with an intensity that demonstrated his absolute control, the way you tried to sit on him and Sunghoon simply lifted your hips to prevent you from sitting.

“I’m going to give it to you,” he said with a deep and authoritative voice, “but first, show me how much you want me. And when you do, you’ll be mine, completely.”

The atmosphere in the truck had turned into a sauna of desire and lust. Sweat poured in streams over both of your bodies, and the air was saturated with the aroma of your unrestrained passion. The windows were completely fogged up, the steam creating an opaque curtain that partially concealed the frantic scene unfolding inside.

Sunghoon was lost in a state of controlled brutality. His hands gripped and slapped your ass firmly, always holding onto your skin, never seeming to get enough; his strength was relentless and dominant. Each strike and caress was charged with a desire that seemed to consume him entirely.

His gaze was fixed on you, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of satisfaction and control. “Is this how you like it, huh?” Sunghoon roared, his voice a low growl resonating with authority inside the truck. “Keep moving, you bastard!”

Your body moved with desperation, bouncing and rubbing against him with frantic energy. Your hands were firmly gripping the sides of the seats, looking for something to hold onto as your hips moved in a desperate, wild rhythm.

Each bounce you made on him caused you to moan loudly, your pleasure building into an unending climax. “Sunghoon, please… I can’t take it anymore!” you begged between moans, your words lost in the noise of your own desire and his brutal thrusting.

The heat inside and the way his veined cock buried itself inside you constantly, his tip hitting repeatedly and wildly against your spot. His thrusts were hard, and more than once you felt your skin burning from the way his balls and hips pounded against your ass.

Sunghoon growled in response, his face showing an expression of pure lust. “Yes, you can!” he said with a tone loaded with satisfaction and control. His hands continued to grip and slap your ass, his absolute control over you evident in every movement you made. “Don’t stop… show me how you move, show me how much you love your gift…”

The heat was stifling and the sweat mixed in a wet dance over the skin. At one point, Sunghoon changed his approach. With a decisive movement, he stopped touching you, stopped gripping you, and stopped moving, allowing you to move freely over him.

“Do whatever you want,” he said in a deep, authoritative voice. “I want to see you give yourself completely.”

With that freedom, you threw yourself onto him with renewed fervor. Your movements became wilder, each bounce an expression of your desperation and need.

You tilted your head back, letting yourself be swept away by the wave of pleasure that enveloped you every time you bounced on him, needing to make his cock seek more inside you, then looked back at him.

Sunghoon watched you with a smile, that smile that always melted you and made your legs tremble, the dark smile on his face, his eyes filled with filth as he watched you move desperately over him. Every time your hips descended, his length sank deeper inside you, making your moans resonate in the confined space of the truck. Sweat dripped down your forehead, sliding down your chest as you continued bouncing on him, completely surrendered to the passion you both shared.

His eyes narrowed as he watched you move on top of him, enjoying every second, every sigh that escaped your lips.

But even in that moment, he had control.

Suddenly, Sunghoon let out a deep grunt and threw his head back, his breath ragged from pleasure. His hands, which had been at the sides, rose again to grip your hips firmly, slightly controlling your movements while still giving you most of the action. His smile widened as he looked into your eyes, reflecting a mix of satisfaction and desire. His long lashes fluttered with each blink.

“You’re moving so beautifully…” he murmured in a deep voice, his tone resonating in your ears like an order disguised as a compliment. “But I want more. I want to feel myself deeper, more inside.”

His fingers tightened against your skin, urging you to keep going as he let out a soft groan. His burning gaze was fixed on you, observing every one of your movements. “Come on… bounce harder,” he urged, his words laden with an almost uncontrollable desire. “I want to feel every damn second that I’m fucking you.”

Even though he had given you the freedom to move at will, Sunghoon’s words had a power over you that you couldn’t ignore. Every time he asked, you felt the urge to please him, to give him what he wanted.

So, obediently, you began to move faster, deeper. Each bounce was an explosion of sensations that traveled from head to toe. Your hands gripped his firm torso, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to keep up with the frantic pace he demanded.

"Yes, just like that… God," he grunted through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on how your body moved over his, savoring every second of your surrender. "Keep going, make me feel more of you. Don’t stop… make it harder."

Your body responded to his words, and even though you felt your strength waning, the desire to make him proud kept you moving.

Your moans grew louder, echoing within the walls of the truck fogged by the heat of your actions. Each time your hips descended on him, you felt him sink deeper inside you, making your head fall back from the overwhelming pleasure. You were close, about to explode over him again.

When you looked back at him, you found Sunghoon watching you, biting his lower lip while groaning softly, enjoying every moment. His gaze from head to toe made you feel completely exposed and desired, as if you were his most precious possession—you were, you are.

His hands gave you space to move again, but his words still reverberated in your ears.

"I love how you move…" he murmured, his voice low and full of desire. "You’re perfect for me. Do it more… keep showing me how much you love me."

The rhythm of your movements over him continued to increase, following Sunghoon’s demands, as if his orders were the only thing your body wanted to obey. Each time your hips descended, his deep moans encouraged you to keep going, his gaze fixed on you, never satisfied with your slowness.

You were losing yourself in the pleasure, in how he looked at you, in the way his length filled every corner of your insides. You could almost feel a small bulge on your stomach from how he was sinking into you.

But just when you thought the control was yours, you felt his strong hands digging into your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin with a firmness that almost hurt, and suddenly, everything changed.

Sunghoon gave you no time to react. With a deep growl, he squeezed and pushed your hips toward him, holding you in that position, and without warning, began thrusting into you with a brutality that took your breath away.

Each thrust was harder, faster, deeper, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the confined space of the truck. Your body shook with every movement, moans escaping your lips uncontrollably. The pleasure was so overwhelming that you found yourself biting your lip hard, trying to contain the screams that seemed ready to burst from your chest.

"Is this what you wanted, huh?" Sunghoon murmured through gritted teeth, his words muffled by desire. His voice was low, filled with power, his growls becoming more prominent as he pounded into you relentlessly, over and over. "Look at you, so desperate… so in need of me."

With a fierce thrust, you felt him sink even deeper, his hips finding the perfect angle to hit your spot without rest. The pleasure exploded in waves that made your eyes roll back, control over your body slipping through your fingers as he claimed it all.

Your moans were the only response you could give him, your mind clouded by the intensity of his movements. In a burst of need, you leaned into him, your hands gripping his neck, and kissed him with all the strength you had left. The kiss was wild, desperate, a clash of lips and tongues reflecting the passion you were both sharing. Your tongues fought in a frantic battle, each of you seeking more from the other, savoring the sweat and desire that filled the air.

Sunghoon responded to the kiss with equal intensity, his hands still gripping your ass as he continued to thrust into you, each thrust more powerful than the last. His tongue invaded your mouth with an aggressiveness that left you breathless, and the sound of his ragged breathing mixed with the moans he tried to stifle against your lips drove you to the edge of madness.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and filled with lust. "You’re mine… completely." And with every word, he pushed harder, deeper, leaving you with no escape, only the intense pleasure he offered you mercilessly.

Your legs trembled as you tried to keep up with the rhythm Sunghoon imposed. Your hips moved in circles, seeking friction against his skin, desperately rubbing your member, as if you couldn’t satisfy yourself enough.

Each time you slid over him, you felt his cock sliding deeply, reaching places that made you moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. You were completely surrendered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

Sunghoon, for his part, watched you with a gaze, knowing you were entirely under his control.

Without warning, he straightened up, dragging you with him, sitting on the back seat, wrapping his arm around your waist, squeezing you tightly to prevent you from moving.

“No more,” he murmured with a smile, his words laden with lust. “Now it’s me who moves.”

The change was brutal. Sunghoon kept you completely still as he began to thrust into you with a wild force. His control over you was absolute, each of his thrusts resonating inside you, bringing you to the edge of orgasm with every movement.

His chest pressed against yours, his lips brushing your neck as deep growls and moans escaped his throat, filling the air with unrestrained lust.

"God, look at yourself," he whispered against your neck, his voice laden with desire as his thrusts grew faster, more intense. "You like it like this, don’t you? I love how you react every time I give you more. You enjoy it when I treat you like the fucking slut you are, when I use your goddamn hole for my release."

The heat of his breath against your skin made each word feel like a fire tracing down your spine.

You bit your lip, trying to maintain control of your moans, but it was useless. Each time Sunghoon drove into you, your eyes rolled back, and a new moan escaped your lips, louder, more desperate.

His hands gripped your waist with such force it almost hurt; you felt like you were wearing a corset, but the pain only intensified the pleasure coursing through your body. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by filthy words, whispers in your ear that made you shiver, while his teeth grazed your neck, almost marking you.

"You’re mine," he growled in your ear, his voice rough, barely a whisper amid gasps. "I’m going to make sure you can’t forget how I’m taking you now. You can’t escape this."

Sunghoon never stopped moving, each thrust deeper than the last, more intense, relentlessly hitting your most sensitive spot. The truck was filled with the sound of bodies colliding, his moans, and the constant dirty talk in your ear. You sunk deeper into the seat, completely lost in the sensation of being possessed by him, every fiber of your body responding to his thrusts.

Your body was on edge, each of Sunghoon’s thrusts bringing you closer to the limit. You clung tightly to his shoulders, feeling every movement of his penetrate you, filling you with an overwhelming pleasure that almost made it hard to think.

Your lips trembled, and amid the uncontrollable moans, you uttered something you would never have said at another time, but now, with him inside you, you felt possessed, having held back your jealousy for over a month, more than you should have.

"I want you to take me only…" you gasped, your voice breaking with the intensity of the moment. "I can’t stand the thought of her always having you, that you might touch her after being with me. I want you to belong to me completely, Sunghoon... I want to be the only one that matters to you."

He groaned against your neck, feeling an electric jolt over his member with every word you said, but this was different, he liked it. Every word you spoke seemed to ignite something more inside him, as if your total surrender made him lose the little control he had left.

"Is that what you want, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You want to be the only one? How stupid you are..." The arrogance and possession in his voice were unmistakable. "You already are. She means nothing. Even if she were here, right in front of us, I’d still fuck you mercilessly, I’d still lose myself inside you... because it’s you who drives me crazy, not her."

The words struck your mind like lightning, a mix of jealousy and pride flooding your body. Each word from his mouth made you feel more assured, more desperate to have him all to yourself.

"Do you know what I’d do if she were here?" he continued, his tone now laden with a perversion that made you shiver. "I’d make her sit and watch as I take you again and again. I’d force her to see how well you receive me, how desperate you are for me. And she wouldn’t be able to do anything... because she knows she doesn’t have control over me like you do."

Your eyes met his, and in his gaze, there was a wild darkness that took your breath away.

Sunghoon wasn’t just taking you; he was claiming you, making it clear that it would always be you, always.

"Tell me," he demanded, his thrusts going deeper, searching as far inside you as he could reach. "Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you’d do anything to stay with me, for me to be the only one who takes you like this."

You bit your lip, your moans mixing with the words you could barely form. "I’m yours... Completely yours, Sunghoon... only yours. I’d do anything for you, because I don’t want anyone else... only you."

The smile that formed on his face was the response you received, and with one final growl, he buried himself against your body, giving you everything you had desired, everything he knew only you could handle.

You felt it before it happened, Sunghoon’s rhythm changing, his movements becoming erratic, more desperate, deeper. His body trembled against yours as he sank even further into you, with a force that seemed like it wanted to break you, and just then, you heard it.

"I’m going to fill you up, my love," he growled against your ear, his hot breath trailing across your skin. "You’re going to take everything I give you, every fucking drop… you’re my cum bank, understand? Everything of mine goes inside you."

The heat inside you overflowed as you felt his release, his essence filling you completely. Your eyes rolled back as the climax hit you with an intensity you hadn’t expected. Your own release fell onto his shirt and parts of his neck, the pleasure of still feeling him move made your back arch as your moans echoed throughout the space.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you gasped, feeling your own pleasure explode alongside Sunghoon’s. Every cell in your body tensed in that final moment of connection, and before your body collapsed onto him, the words escaped your lips. "So… fuck, hyung… so fucking good."

Your hands gripped his body tightly while he continued buried inside you, filling you relentlessly, enjoying the sensation of absolute control over you.

Sunghoon, with his jacket draped over your buttocks, helped you out of the truck as you tried to compose yourself, moving with difficulty. Both of you were drenched in sweat, the heat in the air almost palpable. His hands still held you firmly as you walked toward the exit.

As you stepped out of the truck, your legs still trembling and your body covered by Sunghoon’s jacket, you tried to catch your breath. Sunghoon, with his usual satisfied smile, gave you one last look, as if he were still savoring the dominance he had over you. The silence of the place felt overwhelming after the moans and gasps that had filled the air moments before.

“Let’s leave before someone comes,” he said, his tone low but authoritative, leaning in to give one last kiss to your forehead.

“Yes... that’s true... someone from the staff might come,” you said, trying to regain your composure, straightening up and adjusting your clothes as best you could.

Sunghoon let out a small laugh and added, “They’re already in the truck, waiting for us.”

Your heart stopped for a second. “What?! So, where are we?” you asked, your eyes wide, looking around, not knowing how to respond.

Sunghoon shrugged, nonchalant. “I don’t know, I just took the first keys I found.”

“Seriously?... You really don’t know which truck we were in?” you asked, still surprised, trying to look around while maintaining your balance.

Sunghoon smiled with a mix of amusement and disdain. “As I said, I just took the first keys I found. I’m not too worried about the place as long as we’re alone,” he replied with a casual attitude, but his tone carried a clear note of flirtation.

But as you tried to process the response, something in the air changed. There was a palpable discomfort, as if someone else had been there. And indeed, the truth began to form in your mind when you noticed something strange.

Sunghoon’s wife had been there.

Intrigued by her husband’s absence upon seeing that he wasn’t inside the stadium, she had decided to follow him after seeing him leave the locker room. Silently, she watched as both of you got into the truck, and a torrent of emotions overwhelmed her: suspicion, jealousy, sadness... and a bit of arousal.

She had stayed outside, near the truck, waiting for something calm to happen, perhaps a conversation, but when the sounds inside began to become clearer, first a moan, then another. Sunghoon’s interrupted words, his deep and possessive voice as he told you what he would do with you, filled her with a sensation she had never dared to admit.

The pain of betrayal mixed with something dirtier. And without knowing exactly how it happened, her hand slowly descended to her cunt as she listened to each moan, gasp, and skin-on-skin slap resonating from inside.

Sunghoon’s wife’s eyes closed tightly as her body responded in a way she couldn’t control. She masturbated, feeling her own need growing with every dirty word he said to you, with every moan you emitted in response to his thrusts. Although her mind screamed at her to stop, her body didn’t listen. The shame hit her, but at the same time, desire consumed her completely.

Her fingers caressed her clit in circles, and her other hand squeezed each of her breasts, playing with her nipples as she listened to him fill you, to you pleading for more.

She heard when he ordered you to take it all, when his words became cruder, telling you to be his cum bank. On the edge of her own orgasm, she moved desperately, her fingers now inside her, touching her spot, listening to both of you lose yourselves in that frenzy of passion.

In a final whisper, Sunghoon said something so dirty that it made her burst into a silent orgasm, covering her mouth to avoid being discovered while her body trembled.

Just as she heard that both of you were about to leave, she quickly straightened up, fixing her clothes and escaping the place before being seen. Remorse and confusion overwhelmed her, but she couldn’t deny what she had just done, what she had felt.

Back in the present, you and Sunghoon were walking toward the exit of the parking area when a strange sensation ran down your spine. Although he acted as if nothing had happened, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else had occurred, something you still didn’t fully understand.

As you both walked away, a small part of you wondered if someone had really been there, listening to everything... Or maybe it was just your nerves thinking that some staff member might have passed by.

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[strwbivy]

HOW HAIKYU MEN WOULD START OFF THE RELATIONSHIP .ᐟ

synopsis. quite literally the title, how haikyu men would star off the your newly established romantic relationship.

wc. 0.7k words | genre. fluffy | cw. bad writing, a bit ooc, no warnings just very fluffy content, established relationship, eating soba \(●ˇ∀ˇ●)/

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! this is one of my first post from my other acc now reposted and slightly edited! and so i hope you enjoy or re-enjoy this, READ WELL READER !

♡ —he would literally spoil you. giving gifts is his love language. whenever he would go out shopping, he always comes out with a bag in hand awaiting to be opened by you. the price doesn't matter to him, as long it makes you happy it feels like the price is being repaid for him. he gives you so much gifts, it makes your room look like a store. plushies stocked up at one corner of the room, and your desk displayed by plenty of trinkets and merchandise of your fav shows. it brings him joy whenever your face brightens up when he gives you, another gift.

❝ here I bought you something, do you.. like it? ❞

osamu, kita, tendou, ennoshita, yaku (?)

♡ —he would be a bit shy at first. he doesn't really like physical touch but if it comes from you, he doesn't mind it. whenever you come and run up to hug him it sends a shock through his body, your touch still feels all too new for him. but he slowly got used to your touch when you kept being by his side, hugging him, playing with his hair, squeezing his cheeks, and when you kept your gentle hands holding his. he doesn't really know how to show his affection but he still makes his efforts, he tries to copy on how you show your love but whenever he tries or does it always ends up him being embarrassed and shy. he completely melts at your touch and eventually, he makes you melt into his <3

❝ your hand is so soft, ..don't remove it from mine. ❞

tsukishima, asahi, kageyama, kenma, ushijima, sakusa, kentaro, goshiki

♡ —he would start out to take you out on dates. he's definitely a bit of an outdoorsy person. school's done? he'll take you out on a date. he just finished practicing and is still tired? he'll take you out on a date. a stressful day? he'll take you out on a date. spending time with you is his favorite time of his days/weeks. he just loves it when you both are alone together, it's the best feeling he ever felt. he definitely love to take you out to small soba noodle shops. he also loves going to places with pretty sceneries. a specific thing he loves when you both go out to eat is watching you eat and a small bump appears on your cheek when you happily munch on your food, he finds it cute and it makes him giggle then you would look up at him with a confused look. he absolutely loves it when you spend time together, and he hopes he'll get to spend the rest of his life with you.

❝ i miss ya' so much baby! hooww about we go to the soba shop right now, ya' don't mind right? ❞

tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, lev, atsumu

♡ —he would brag about you to anyone. he doesn't brag because he got a girlfriend, but it's about YOU he's bragging about. he tells about you to anyone on how much of a beautiful person you are inside and out. he brags about how perfect your whole being his. he's just hanging out with his friends and you seem to cross his mind and he just starts to explosively ramble about you, he brags on how he got such a perfect person like you. he tells them on how much he loves and adores you. he could talk about you for hours, it seems like he has an infinite amount of words about you. he also definitely praises you a lot when you too are alone, his words turns you into a flustered mess but he's oblivious by it. but he knows that no amount of words he could measure his love for you.

❝ you're so beautifuuulll! the most perfect person i have set my eyes on.❞

hinata, yamaguchi, bokuto, terushima, kogane, oikawa

♡ —ever since you both got together, he's been a bit more stricter. he keeps looking out for you. he reminds you daily to sleep early, to eat at the right time and eat healthy, to drink 8 glasses of water a day, and more. he also makes sure whenever you cross the street he's always right there. you getting hurt is the thing he hates most and whether it's physical or emotional. he'll immediately be by your side when you do get hurt. he just wants to make sure his baby is safe from anything <3

❝ woah-woah, careful now.. we don't want you to get hurt now do we? ❞

daichi, kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, kita

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[yueliie]

🎐.お茶 — your tears ft s.haruka, s.hayato, u.hajime

୨ৎ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉! ୨ৎ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : when you are having a bad day, how does he comfort you when you're at your lowest? ୨ৎ — ♯ GENRE : fluff, fem!reader ୨ৎ — ↠ NOTE : this is my first time writing for windbreaker and I haven't finished the anime yet but I fall in love with the series almost immediately so yeah, I couldn't help myself but want to write this fic:DD pls go easy on me though, I'll read the manga after i finish the anime first so feel free to request anyone really even if I don't know them yet!! also if anyone wants to talk about their selfships like me rn, PLS TELL ME THE DETAILS SJHDKDVF I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW OVER SOME TEA AND COOKIES, YEAH?? also hopefully I did their characteristics right! Sorry if some of them are ooc TT ୨ৎ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, its help to motivate me, thanks for your support~ ୨ৎ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : your tears ft s.haruka , s.hayato & u. hajime...

۫ 🎐.お茶 — sakura haruka

꣑ৎ Sakura doesn't know how to comfort someone properly, with his past, how can he knows how? But then he saw you by the river in distressed mood.

۫ ꣑ৎ He widen his eyes when he saw your tearstained face, slightly on edge but approached you with careful steps.

۫ ꣑ৎ Then, he quietly sits down next to you, and didn't mutter a word, scared of upsetting you even more when you were already emotionally unstable.

You immediately knew it was Sakura when he sat down next to you yet instead of asking you why, he stayed quiet. He probably sense that you didn't feel like talking at the moment, whatever the case is, you were glad he didn't question why you were there in the first place.

His presence was more than enough, it was better having someone there instead of crying alone, it was better than nothing. Then, you felt a sudden weight on you, it's caught you off guard that you looked at him with awestruck.

"I-It's not like I want to help you or anything—" His cheeks flushed red, his eyebrows frowned but he was stumbling over his words just trying to get the message across, it was a funny yet endearing sight to witness.

Your lips curled upwards, letting out a few sniffles, clutching his gakuran jacket close, the remaining of his warmth was still lingering yet you found it so comforting, a feeling that was hard to describe in words but if you had to compare it to something...that warmth feeling was fairly similar to when you drink hot cocoa on a cold day.

You didn't says anything, instead you place your head on his shoulder, flinched at the sudden weightiness on him, then you whispered "Can I stay like this for a moment...?"

"... whatever " He tch'ed, the tips of his ears turned red.

🎐.お茶 — suo hayato

۫ ꣑ৎ It was raining when Suo found you, sitting on the children swing set, completely drenched from the heavy rain. However, you didn't make an effort to move and look for any shelter nearby.

۫ ꣑ৎ He approaches you slowly, not to startled you with the announcement of his presence and when he was close enough, he puts his umbrella over you.

۫ ꣑ৎ Shocked, you snapped your head towards him with widened, alerted eyes and that was when he knows that you were crying your heart out in the rain.

"...Suo?" You blinked your eyes in disbelief, distressed and suddenly you found yourself choking on your words, trying to make up an excuse for your drenched self "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here..."

You tried to stand up but when you did, your legs buckles and in a matter of seconds, a sickening sense of no longer being supported by your feets took over, you suddenly found yourself facing forward.

Then, you felt being picked up by someone, you didn't need to look up to know that it was him who caught you from falling. However, the realization of your position was... embarrassing per say, with your face pressed against his clothes and the ways he has his hands on you, he was holding you as if you were glass that could break from a small impact.

He was supporting you so dearly and cherished so preciously that the umbrella he was holding earlier was long forgotten now, if by any chance that a random passerby walked in and see this, they would think that it was a couple hugging each other in a public park. The thought cause your heart to pick up the speed.

"I-I'm sorry... because of me, now you're—" You tried to speak up but a finger was pressed against your lips, successfully stopping you in your tracks.

"It's fine, for now, let's get out of this rain, alright?" He grabbed a hold of your hand and gives a chaste kiss on your ring finger "We can't have you catching a cold now"

🎐.お茶 — umemiya hajime

۫ ꣑ৎ That day, when you weren't feeling your best, you didn't know why the first thought you had was to go to the rooftop where Ume was tending to his garden.

۫ ꣑ৎ When he heard the loud creaking left behind by the metal door, he snapped his head towards you with a bright smile but then, his smile dropped when he saw the state you were in.

۫ ꣑ৎ He immediately dropped everything he was holding and approached you with open arms, gently bringing you close to his chest.

He smelled like soil, distinctive, earthly scent that comes with and after the rain. On any other days, you don't like it but today, for some odd reason—It was a pleasant odor and being in his arms was so... comforting like it was just right for you to be there.

Then, with a gentle voice, he whispered a couple of 'its okay' 'you did good' , you could feel his large hand patting your back as his warm breath tingled your ear as he continues to says those sweet words that you need to hear and before you knew it, your vision blurred with tears.

"Shh... It's okay, you don't have to talk about it" He looked at you with kind eyes, the same ones he always gives whenever you make eye contact with him yet there was something in that blue pools of his always have this weird calm effect on you.

You tried to say a few words but found yourself choked on it instead, your hands clutched onto his shirt tightly, refuse to let go as if he was your lifeline, like you couldn't breathe without him there with you. He brushed your bangs away to reveal your forehead before placing a soft yet quick kiss.

Your cheeks burned, flustered as you pressed your face against his chest and there come a series of pleasure chuckles, that earthly scent, the sound of his heart beating, the feeling of his arms around you and the slight weight of his head above yours... Everything about him was soothing, just being around him was enough to wash away all of that pent-up emotions that bottling up deep inside you.

And suddenly, you didn't feel like crying anymore.

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[sehya]

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

✉ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Loneliness has accompanied Lucifer for years. Year after another, his company was filled with inanimate objects with neither the ability to speak, move or feel. While he could manipulate the actions of the objects, it doesn’t change the fact that he has no real company to speak of.

So it felt strange when there was suddenly someone sitting on the same table set up for a tea party that he normally shares with just a group of rubber ducks.

The feeling was….phenomenal.

Lucifer doesn’t even know why you’re tolerating his ramblings. He wonders if it’s out of politeness, but he dismissed the idea halfway upon witnessing the way your eyes shine with interest, the way your eyebrows moved depending on what he’s talking about and the small smile hanging firmly on your delicate face. He has your full attention and for Lucifer, he feels happy being the sole focus of your attentiveness. Heck, he’d take your hums and nods over other people’s company.

“You know…” Lucifer smiled, cheek resting on his palm as he leaned against the table with eyes never leaving yours even for a second. “I have to thank you for helping me pack. It’d be a totally boring process without you.”

Your eyes softened, placing down the tea cup slowly before you reach out and held his hand, smiling. “Anything for you.”

Lucifer grin and giggled, completely enamoured with your kindness and understanding. It took so much from him to let go of his hesitations and apprehensions, too scared to enter yet another relationship after his heart suffered from the first. Now, however, he was glad he did.

You’re like the brightest of star that burned down his walls and willingly fell in his hands, melting his heart and mending it anew. Lucifer loves the fact that you don’t mind his too much chatter, and even more when you listened with such genuine interest.

“I mostly stayed here, so the things in my room isn’t as much as the things in here. I hope you don’t mind helping me out in unpacking, too. I mean…If that’s alright with you, ahaha. I don’t want to take up too much of your time just in case you have something to do.”

That's a lie.

If he could, Lucifer would like──no, he would love to have all the time you could possibly give him.

“Oh, right, before I forgot. Remember when you mentioned about the duckies that looks like us, wellllll…” Lucifer stood up, and without letting for of your hand, he summoned a box and placed it in front of you, opening it with an excited grin. “Ta-da!~ A personally made ones by the hands of the big boss of hell. Ah-hm, what do you think?”

Lucifer watched with a touch of nervousness despite the big grin on his face as your eyes widened, staring at the pair of rubber ducks that has obvious traits to you both.

Then he saw your face erupted in red. Your eyes were staring at his gift. “You…really made it?”

It was just a random comment.

Lucifer giggled, “I made it for you.”

“You made it for me.” You whispered, feeling extremely touched. “You mean…these are for me? I can keep them both?”

Lucifer saw your eyes brightened, picking up the rubber duck that looks like him with such gentleness, as though it’s made of porcelain that could easily break. His breath hitched when you turned to him, then back to the rubber duck, then back at him, then you smiled at him.

“Lucifer…”

“Yes?” he answered hoarsely upon noticing your eyes goes lower. He somehow has an inkling what you’re going say.

“Can I kiss you?”

Lucifer grinned, he was right. Licking his lips in anticipation, he answered. “I, yeah, of course. You always can.”

With a smile, Lucifer felt your gentle hand on his face as you stood up to capture his lips in a gentle kiss before pulling away, smiling softly as you ask. “They look amazing, our little figurines. I'd like to hear their little quirks, I'm sure you did something like that back-flipping one that spits fire. Can you tell me about it?”

Lucifer was put in a daydream by your kiss, but upon hearing your words, his eyes lit up as held the hand on his cheek, squeezing it a bit. “Oh boy, how’d you know I did a little something? You’re in for a lot of talking, because trust me, these two have lotsss of amazing little quirks. Be ready to waste your time on listening to my chitter-chatter.”

The rise in the corner of your lips was enough to tell Lucifer you don’t mind and that you’ll spent however much time needed just to listen to everything he wants to say, and that, for Lucifer, is something he would forever be thankful for.

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

✉ Hope you enjoyed ᥫ᭡

[miriamladyvoid]

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My ask: Hello I liked your Grim headcanons so I would like to request platonic solace headcanons with the freshman gang + Grim. In the hypothetical scenario where Yuu/MC will never be able to return home and therefore Yuu will look depressed and tired after hearing the news ( i miss my boys)

Homesick

ft: Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, Sebek

Ace Trappola

⤷Ace finds out about the situation from the other first years, who’d already tried (and somewhat succeeded) in lightening the mood.

⤷So he didn’t have the pleasure of meeting you while it was the worst- however, when Ace went to offer his condolences the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

⤷Now Ace didn’t WANT to attempt to cheer you up when the news was just broken, he’s decently self aware and knows his comfort and help comes off as brash or rude sometimes.

⤷However, it’s not like he’s heartless (if almost the exact opposite- he cares very deeply for someone once they become friends, and it’s a loyalty not easily broken).

⤷So, despite the tension and your obvious emotionally fragile demeanor, Ace took a leap of faith and sat down next to you.

⤷He starts off just saying random things, talking for the sake of ridding the silence, however it eventually drifts to family.

⤷He apologizes, like it was somehow his fault there was no way to return back to your world, and offers you to stay over at his place during the breaks.

⤷Then he starts joking about how you’ll fit in, and how his dad will love you (all the while making teasing remarks towards his brother).

⤷And at the very end, when both your butts are numb from sitting on the cold hard hallway floor, Ace pats you on the back and congratulates you on making it so far.

Deuce Spade

⤷The first one to find you, wholly unprepared and slightly panicking at the pure exhaustion apparent in your features.

⤷Deuce (after a moments pause) jumps into action by crowding around you and looking for any sign of what possibly could have happened- there’s no extra textbooks or assignments in your bag, nobody in the vicinity that could’ve harassed you, and you seem to be all in one piece.

⤷Stops and stares at you before asking just what happened, and panics even more when your expression turns even more heartbroken at his words.

⤷Tells you to wait for a moment, and runs off to a vending machine to grab a warm drink and some tissues in case you cry.

⤷When he returns, Deuce once again presses the topic of what happened, and once you finish the story, Deuce’s heart is broken.

⤷He loves his mom and grandma so much, and can’t imagine knowing there’d be no way to ever see them again- it isn’t pity on his part, more of an extreme empathy.

⤷Tries his best to hug you while there’s still a hot drink in your hands, but as awkward as the embrace is, it’s honest and Deuce tries to convey everything he doesn’t have the words for through it.

⤷When the two of you have to go back to classes, he makes sure to tell some of the others to be more gentle than usual- but doesn’t budge on the reason or story.

⤷It’s your feelings and your tale to tell, all in due time and at your own pace the others can find out.

Epel Felmier

⤷Sees you during lunch, after the text that had been sent out. Epel was almost overly cautious and walked on eggshells about every topic before Deuce caught his eye and started shaking his head.

⤷Relaxed a bit and didn’t pry on the subject- he figured you’d approach it on your own if you wanted his condolences or advice (though Epel knows he’s a bit ill suited for legitimate life instruction).

⤷He offers some food from his lunchbox (Pomefiore is on a group diet again, but Vil at least uses incredibly high quality ingredients), and carves an apple into the shape of something you like- be it an animal or object.

⤷Once everyone joins the table (minus Ace who had basketball), and you’re a bit more distracted, Epel starts to pick up on smaller things that Deuce was doing- steering the conversation one way or the other, avoiding talking about the upcoming break where everyone would get to see their family… oh yeah wasn’t Crowley trying to find a way back- oh.

⤷Pauses in the middle of chewing, and stares at you for a few seconds before the full situation sinks in.

⤷Epel is extremely close with his family (or community in general), so similar to Deuce he’s shocked by his own revelation- and immediately starts looking up possible things he can do to make you feel better.

⤷All of Epels sentiments are incredibly corny- flowers and warm tea, or choosing films with similar scenery to your hometown in hopes to bring some feeling of comfort.

⤷Tries his hardest to support you without you needing to tell him.

Jack Howl

⤷Notices the smaller things, and pieces together what happened like Epel, however Jack believes that talking through your problems can help process them (so long as it’s not him doing the talking).

⤷Lots of questions, though not all at once. What happened? How do you feel- specifically. Does your body feel hollow, or heavy… or a bit of an odd mix between the two?

⤷Asks you how you want to move forward with things- do you want to keep looking for ways back? Or would you prefer to “accept your fate” and start making more permanent roots in Twisted Wonderland (social security, school aptitude tests, bank accounts… etc).

⤷He’s very much a rock to lean on- seemingly forever calm (if a bit miffed due to the wet spots due to tears now in his leather Savanaclaw jacket).

⤷Does small things that you have to look twice at to notice the real value of, on a particularly rough day he prepares some food that tastes similar to a favorite dish (even if the ingredients are different), or takes you to dumb tourist traps on the island so it feels more like a fun trip than a prison, makes a playlist with songs similar to those that he had you sing from your world.

⤷He offers to take you on break with him, explaining that his large family will leave no room to be bored- which therefore means really no time to be homesick or sad.

⤷On reflex gets you a nightlight because it’s one of his little sisters comfort items, and decides to get a matching one. That way you know you’re not alone in this world, even during the sad hours of nighttime.

Sebek Zigvolt

⤷Loudly, and very ungracefully asks why you’re acting so solemn when today marks the anniversary to the Great Lord Malleus’ club founding- as brash and socially dense as he may be, three people giving various negative hand gestures towards him after that statement would make anyone stop what they’re doing- and he did stop, mouth agape in pure bewilderment.

⤷Quiets down and watches as three of the other first years glance over your direction, as your face seems to get even more drained and exhausted by the sheer amount of energy surrounding you.

⤷Starts awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other- he’s well aware of the effect his comment made and is slightly embarrassed that his first response to seeing a friend stressed out and tired was to… “invalidate their personal feelings in exchange for validating his own beliefs” as Master Lilia had said.

⤷Epel eventually gets sick of his demeanor and pulls him aside to explain the situation, and ask him to please help because they can’t make such a massive problem go away on their own.

⤷Sebek puffs out his chest at this new responsibility and decides the best course of action would be to explain why the Valley of Thorns is so wonderful.

⤷Slowly begins asking questions about your own home. The Valley has the highest concentration of Fae in the entire world- what are fae like where you’re from? What’s the food like? What spices, animal products, materials are different from what you’ve seen here.

⤷Accidentally makes mental notes of the descriptions you provide of the objects- and finds himself looking for the closest thing to it Twisted Wonderland has to offer.

The original publication and writing belongs to @spindle-spun-writings (Post recovered) 01/01/23

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[sourbinnie]

☆ regrets & replacements ☆ (2)

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst with a hopeful ending ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> it's not about making up, it's about owning up to your mistakes. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> like i said in the hyung line ending this ain't a happy or a sad ending, this is more of a mix of both and i would say it's more neutral. i really feel like i didn't nail it but i'm gonna publish it anyways because i don't know if i can write it any other way. thank you for following this scenario! it means a lot to me the love that this one got in particular.

first part -> maknae line

jisung ✉

as you got home you were faced with a lot of doubt in your mind. why didn't you tell him that it was your birthday? why didn't he remember? were you just that forgettable? did he just care more about soohee than you? was it always going to be like this? it hurt, it really did. i mean you knew jisung had a tendency to forget everything but it felt like that didn't happen when it came to soohee.

minho was blowing up your phone but you couldn't seem to pick it up. you weren't ready to talk about anything at the moment, you just wanted to cry and that you did. it was as if the tears wouldn't stop falling from your eyes as you thought that maybe this would be the end. you just never seemed to be the priority and when you saw the door opening you weren't surprised but still felt like wanting to be alone.

"baby, baby, baby! i'm so fucking sorry. i cancelled everything that i was gonna do and i'm here now." jisung rambled as he was going around your apartment but you didn't move. you couldn't look at him because you weren't sure of what to say and you felt like you couldn't talk without breaking down and crying in front of him. jisung noticed and felt like crying himself as he took in everything. "(y/n) i'll make it right, i know i was an idiot and forgot but i need another chance."

"it's not about forgetting sung." you said which caught him off guard. this was more serious wasn't it? he was in deep trouble, he could sense it and it was scaring the living hell out of him. "you put her first again, you always do this. i just wanna feel like your partner but i sometimes feel as if she was dating you and not me."

"don't fucking say that. i only want you and she's just a friend, well was a friend because i don't want her in my life if she doesn't like you." he explained and you never wanted this. even if it hurt that she didn't like you, you never wanted to be the type of significant other that would dictate who your boyfriend could and couldn't hang out with. "i care about you, it's only you i want at the end of the day."

"i think i need some time, baby. we're not over but i just don't know how to feel right now." you said and he nodded as he heard your words. he wanted for you to be okay and that was his priority right now, nothing else. 

"can i at least take you out for your birthday? i know minho planned something." he said as he removed the tears from your cheeks. you gave him a little smile because he was about to cry at any moment too and couldn't resist hugging him. "i'm such a cry baby when it comes to you."

"i know, i love you like this though." you mumbled and let him sob in your arms for a while as you held him. you knew in the end though that things would be okay if you worked them out together.

felix ✉

looking at the clock in the kitchen was the way you were spending your time. your birthday was almost over and there was still no felix in sight. you sighed to yourself, there were no more tears to fall, it was just you and your numbness against the world. you didn't go out and celebrate, you didn't buy a cake or a present to yourself because there was no point if you felt completely destroyed.

to others it might seem a little too much but to you it was a big deal. you wanted to talk to someone about how you felt and how it was taking a toll on you mentally but when you looked at your phone and saw that background of felix smiling and holding you close, you had to shut it off again.

"(y/n)? can you please open the door? i forgot the key." his voice said through the other side and this was beyond what you wanted. you couldn't have this conversation right now but you knew you would have to because you couldn't avoid it forever. you opened the door to be met by a very distraught looking felix, his hair was messy and he was panting like he ran a marathon all the way to your house. his eyes were glassy as he looked at you and you just let him in.

"lix i would never ask this in other circumstances but why are you here?" you asked in a low tone and it hurt felix so much to see you this way. his usually bright and sparkled eyed partner was looking down and not being able to hold their gaze to meet him. your voice sounded broken like you've been crying for hours and it was all his fault. he wouldn't blame you if you didn't forgive him this time.

"i-i had to see you. i know how much i fucked up this time and i know how you feel about her, how you've always felt and i took it for granted." he said and the more you heard the more it hurt. "but i care way more about having you than maintaining a toxic friendship with someone who didn't respect my partner and i know it might be too late, i'm sorry (y/n). not only did i miss your birthday, i missed getting to see you smile, i missed getting you the presents, i missed going out with you and the people who actually care about me and i'm so deeply sorry."

it was as if he was losing himself as he spoke, you couldn't stand seeing that. it was going to be hard getting through this and being able to be okay with felix again. this was not about getting a present or remembering a date on a calendar, it was about trust and you knew that even after all, you trusted felix with your whole life.

"lix i love you, i really do. i feel like it's all too much right now and i just wanna go to sleep but i would love to try again tomorrow. maybe take me out and we can talk?" you offered as you got close to him, grabbing his cold hands and seeing him nod. "slow steps for now baby but i know we'll get through it."

"slow steps." he repeated and looked at you, finally eye to eye. he gave you a warm smile that you adored so much and then leaned in to kiss your cheek. it never failed to make you smile as well and that's all you needed as the clock struck midnight.

seungmin ✉

waking up all alone today felt dreadful. the excitement from yesterday was all gone when you remembered how you decided to spend your birthday and as you checked your phone and there was still no sign from seungmin, you gave up. you were going to try to continue with your day and not think about your boyfriend, soohee or anything negative that could ruin your mood immediately. but when you looked at your phone again, you had almost a spam level of messages from jeongin telling you to come over.

you knew what this was about (or you hoped). a certain part of you wanted to stay away from the dorms and not think about seeing seungmin but the other part that was louder knew you had to go and give him a chance to speak. you put on your shoes and grabbed your things to head to the dorms as you thought of the conversation you were about to have with your boyfriend.

he was waiting impatiently for you to arrive and when you did, jeongin opened the door and greeted you with a hug. it broke his heart when you didn't greet him the same way or with a kiss but he knew he deserved it after all that happened yesterday. you were both standing there, waiting for the other to speak and it was really heavy on his chest the fact that it didn't feel natural like it always has.

"okay why did you make me come here? even though you didn't text, it was jeongin who did." you said breaking the silence and he felt like a coward, everything was building itself up to be the last time you two ever meet didn't it? it was killing him. he couldn't lose you, no he wouldn't lose you.

"i knew that if i texted you, you would've ignored me. that's what i felt was going to happen." he explained and he was kind of right but you still wanted him to tell you something, hearing nothing from him made you doubt everything even more. "i feel like the biggest idiot on the planet right now. not only i didn't spend your birthday with you, i just simply disappeared and i couldn't even send a message."

"well i'm glad you're realizing this now but i just wanna know seungmin if you care about this relationship. i know it might sound like i'm exaggerating but i feel so hurt by what happened that it makes me just doubt everything. i want to be with you but do you want to be with me?" you asked and seungmin wasn't one to cry at all but this ticked all the boxes to making him feel like the worst boyfriend ever. 

"i want to be with you forever (y/n). there's no one else for me and i know you're asking because of soohee. she doesn't mean anything to me like that and if you want me to cut off ties with her, i will." he said confidently even if he felt the tears building up which he wiped them away immediately. you had never seen him cry and he didn't want to look weak or like he didn't mean the things he was saying in front of you. this image of seungmin showing his emotions was new to you but it felt real and honest.

"i don't want you to do anything because i told you to or you feel like it would make me feel better, you know? i just want you to be happy minnie. i was devastated with what happened yesterday and i can't say that forgiving you is gonna be easy." you explained and he felt a sob coming through because you were just so fucking caring and he couldn't even process why you were giving him a second chance. he caught the distance by hugging you because he couldn't take the coldness anymore, he wanted to feel you close and as you held him, you knew you couldn't be far away from him either.

"i know today is not your birthday but i'll make you remember everything about this day like it was if you let me baby." he muttered in your arms and you didn't have to say anything because you trusted his word. you weren't even thinking about your birthday, just how you and him fit like puzzle pieces when you held each other like that.

jeongin ✉

as you got home, you dropped all your things on your couch and noticed immediately that jeongin's things were already there. so you weren't gonna be able to avoid him after all you thought because right now all you wanted was to go to sleep and absolutely forget about everything that you went through tonight. just thinking about the fact that your boyfriend was with someone else when he planned the reservation and also the fact that she picked up his phone for him was unforgivable.

you could hear the key at the door and then faced that way to see your boyfriend standing there with so many things that your first instinct was to help him out. you hated yourself for being so nice sometimes but it was impossible not to be kind to jeongin even if he was on thin ice right now. he looked at you and could see the mad expression you were giving him, of course he deserved it.

"(y/n)? you probably hate to see me here but we need to talk." he said and you didn't respond because you felt like crying all over again just seeing him there. you put the cake that he bought in the kitchen and the presents on the coffee table, not even glancing at them because you couldn't care less about rushed last minute gifts that went no thought into them. "please, i know you hate me right now but i can't stand us being distant to each other and not hearing your voice."

"jeongin." you said and it went through him like a knife because he wasn't used to his full name. he looked at you and saw the tears that he feared so much, he promised you so many times he wouldn't be the cause of them and here you were. "i don't even know what to say. you forgot yeah, i can't get past that and i wouldn't be so mad if you weren't hanging out with someone who hates me in every way and you let her pick up your phone! it just feels like she's more your partner than i am sometimes."

"no, not at all. i won't ever be with her and i don't want to be with her." he said looking at you and getting closer, you didn't take a step back because even if you were fuming you just wanted to be held by him. "you're the only one for me and that won't ever change even if tonight i let you down, even if you make me leave right now, i won't want anyone that's not you." 

"you just made me feel so humiliated there all alone." you said and he nodded trying to not make the mental image of you waiting for him in the restaurant but he failed to because that's all he could think about when he was coming to your apartment. "i don't know if we'll able to fix this."

"i want you. scratch that, i need you (y/n)." he begged and you knew that you needed him too. his tears were falling softly but you wiped them off because seeing him upset was a sight that drove you insane. it was a mix of emotions for you and for him right now, a roller coaster that didn't stop. he couldn't stop looking at you, he needed a sign that this could be fixed and that you would be alright but he couldn't find any.

"give me some time to think yeah? i promise nothing bad is gonna happen and i just need it to process everything." you said and it was finally settled. he was desperate to make this right again and he would but he needed to respect your decision and that's what he would do.

"can i kiss you?" he asked and you were hesitant but still nodded. his hand on your cheek as he leaned in closer to seal the end of the day with a little kiss, nothing too passionate but it was just right for that moment as he pulled away. you looked at him and hoped everything would turn out right in the end but with jeongin holding you, there were no more doubts in your mind.

[umeminyan]

Wait do you still write?

hello !! yesyes i do have a few wips but i’ve decided to delete my writing sideblog in a slump hahsjdhs ( + i’m not very pleased with how the blog looks overall ) but fingies crossed i will be back soon !!!

[cokou]

HIII- I’d like to make a request of Ace w fem reader on their period and Ace uses his flame Devil fruit to ease out the cramps! (y can I just have a shirtless, loud, raven-headed boyfriend with a orange cowboy hat that’s literally ✨GORGEOUS✨.. it’s just sad tbh 😔)

(ps; ur fanfics do NOT fail to make my body tingle 🤭🤭)

Note ✉* ~ I thought that I didn't appreciate Ace at all until i reached Marine ford😞, TYSM FOR REQUESTING ANONN!! || Do not translate, transfer, or reform, this is my only account (exp. Ao3), will not be cross posted anywhere. || 𖤐٭┆Masterlist

Summary* ~ Your sweet boyfriend uses his Devil Fruit to relieve your cramps💗 Warnings* ~ Modern AU || Genre* ~ SFW

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Hot Man (Literally)

You: can you get me pads on your way to my house bae? Hot man (Literally): Is it ketchup month? Btw i already brought them for you mama :P See you at the doorstep! (You reacted ❤️) You: Love you Hot Stuff <3 (Hot Man (Literally) reacted ❤️)

You shut off your phone was you scatter around your room, brushing your hair, doing extracurricular activities before your boyfriend came over at your place. You had invited him over for dome movie night and simply because you were feeling like having him agaunst your side right now.

You impatiently wait for the doorbell to ring as you rot on your couch, browsing up stuff from the media. You jumped off the couch as you heard repeatedly ringing of your doorbell by the door, rushing over to wuickly answer the door.

"Hey mamas! Feeling good today?" Ace let's himself in as you open the door for him, placing down the take out foods by the living rooms table and slumping himself on the couch, lazily signalling you to join him and cuddle on the couch.

"Just a bit upset is all. " You ranted.

Ace rose up from the couch, still hugging you to his chest,

"What's wrong Princess?" He pats your head.

"Terrible cramps today, haha." You jokingly laugh as you take out the take-out food your boyfriend had bought for you.

"Need anything? You know I'm always here for you." Ace slumped his arm across your shoulder as he looked at the current TV show playing, slightly fixing his hat but decides to just remove it and toss it on the ground.

"Oh and, here. Your pads" He reaches over the plastic set across the living rooms table and slightly dishevel the plastic, taking out a whole box of your chosen napkin brand. You almost choked on how many he had bought and thought of how much money did he even soent and HOW he even got money to spend in the first place.

"..What the— Babe isn't that just a little bit too much? I mean..i asked for a SINGLE box, not the whole shelf!"

"Just incase of an emergency you know! I actually watched something on the media— you can do lots of things using napkins and—"

" Okay, Okay stop! Let's not discuss that subject!" You clutch on your lower abdomen and placing your food by the table as you excused yourself into the bathroom, leaving your boyfriend a little bit guilty for your own place. Whilst you were gone, Ace thought of a (stupidly) amazing idea for your little happiness.

He built a blanket fort by the living room using your huge, huge, huge blankrt from your room and turning on your led lights into something much for comforting. Yoou came back to some, cute monstrosity that he had set up, causing you to laugh loudly together with your boyfriend.

"Come here mama" He once again signals you to beckon closer to him inside the blanket fort, he hugs you making you lean towards his back as he places his hands towards your belly, slightly heading them up making a little hot-water compress made just for you. He switches the tv into a movie that you both very much enjoy eatching together.

Ace settles your position between his arms, his legs surrounding your waists as he continuously comforts you using his hand within your belly. He had also laid out your favorite snacks close to you both as you continued watching movies together.

After a few hours of watching everything you both could watch, you felt the slight hot breathing against your neck. Sce had fallen asleep, his body was warm, warm enough to serve you as a huge blanket on a cold rainy day. You quietly scatter a pillow fort inside the little blanket fort he had made and placed one beneath his head, you slide up between his arms making him slightly awake and hug you tightly towards him again, making you teo fall asleep in each others arms.

Author's Note ✉* ~ HI HI HI, this post was pretty short but i enjoyed writing it a lot! Tysm to anon eho rewuested this, love you all and stay safe guys!! <33

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[azulock]

Hello 😄 this is for your 800 followers event!

AIS with Sae?

Oh, my favorite Itoshi sibling, thank you nonnie!!!

✉ A = Aftercare

✎ He seems like such a detached person that it looks like he wouldn't be good at this, but he can be good actually. He understands why it's necessary and he won't make it some overly romantic gesture but the care and the affection is there. Will clean you up and bring you water, and if you ask for anything he will gladly do it without fuss. So practical that after a while he starts remembering what you ask of him and just doing it without being prompted. He is, in his own nonchalant looking way, a 10 at the whole aftercare thing.

✉ I = Intimacy

✎ Romance isn't something that comes naturally to him, esp not big romantic gestures, in and out of sex. But he does show romance in smaller things, in the way he kisses you, in the way he cares about your comfort and pleasure, and in just saying he loves you during sex. It's not a grand gesture, nothing movie worthy, but it's practical and honest, which is more of his vibe. Once you get his emotional language you can see where the romance shows up.

✉ S = Stamina

✎ Oh man, this is gonna go for all of the guys cause football is a sport that sees you running for 45 minutes straight, but he can go for a while you know. He can go for a long time, then stop and rest for 10 minutes and be ready to go for a long time again. You'll be throwing the towel way before he breaks. No question here.

[p-mobile]

˗ˏˋ✉ˎˊ˗ Sending Nudes to: The school LIs!

˗ˏˋ✉ˎˊ˗ CW: suggestive content no explicit images!

I haven't forgotten about my pookies ofc ofc ofc!!! Something to show my love for them!

Bonus: C! Sydney

[sagesskies]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ɢᴏᴅ

✒ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

✉ - ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ: ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ x ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ɢᴏᴅ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ, ᴡʜᴏᴏᴘꜱ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ(?) ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʀᴀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ (ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰꜰꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ, ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ!

ᴘʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ⦂ ꜰᴀɪꜱɪᴀɴ - ꜰᴀɪ-ꜱʜᴀɴ ꜰᴀɪᴀ - ꜰᴀɪ-ʏᴀ ​🇫​​🇦​​🇮​​🇺​​🇸​- ​🇫​​🇦​​🇮​-​🇾​​🇺​​🇸​ ​🇩​​🇦​​🇰​​🇲​​🇪​​🇸​ - ​🇩​​🇦​​🇰​-​🇲​​🇪​​🇸​ ​🇶​​🇭​​🇪​​🇹​​🇴​​🇭​​🇷​ - ​🇰​​🇪​-​🇹​​🇴​​🇷​

Yandere Victory God, who isn’t everything you’d expect a victory god to be. He’s not energetic, cheerful, or even that much of a good sport. What he is is cocky, arrogant, pragmatic, and stubborn as hell. 

Yandere Victory God, who has challenged every single major god in the pantheon to duels, games of strategy, or even something as dumb as a popularity contest. He’d always get too into it, sometimes transforming a simple game into a years-long feud that’d only end when he managed to win. None of the gods have forgotten the Faisian Festival of 674, not when it nearly caused the entirety of the island of Faia to sink into the ground. 

Yandere Victory God, who doesn’t care for any of the other gods. Not when they couldn’t even beat him, not like you could. You, the God of Mercy, who the world has forgotten ever since your temple was desecrated during the War of Storms.

Yandere Victory God, who is the only god who still remembers you, even if it’s been half a century since he’s last seen you. He hates to admit it, but he misses you and your gentle gaze, your compassionate personality, and your endless patience. 

Yandere Victory God, who tires of the endless bloodshed that he caused with his own two hands. He wonders if you’d still love him if you learned of the things he’s done in these past violent years. All the mortal blood that he’s spilled would surely make you hate him, you’ve always loved these foolish little creatures after all, but maybe you could find it in your heart to forgive him. 

Yandere Victory God who never stops searching for you, despite his mother, the Goddess of War’s orders to stop this ‘fruitless endeavor’ and to focus on his duty in the battlefield. He cannot give up, he’s listened to your stories before. Of friends and fellow Gods who’ve faded away from existence because they were forgotten. He remembers your tears, and how he wanted to kiss them away from your skin. He doesn’t want you to be just another forgotten God.

Yandere Victory God, who catches wind of words whispered between old mortals, that the God of Mercy is in the Ivory Isles. Being held captive by a wretched creature that wants the wars to wipe out mortals forever. 

Faius was analyzing the map on his table, he had cleaned it of all the wooden pieces his mother used to mark their enemies. The scolding he’ll receive later will be worth it, as long as he can spot where the Ivory Isles were. Unfortunately for him, the Ivory Isles were considered a cursed location that many cartographers avoided placing on their maps to avoid bad fortune. 

As he was tracing his finger through the Gaulree Archipelago, the sound of heavy boots stomping through the dirt, followed by what Faius recognizes as feet being dragged across the coarse ground, snapped him out of his focus and he raises his head just in time for one of his lieutenants to enter the tent with a scrawny old man in tow. 

The lieutenant saluted, “Hail, Lord Faius.” He placed his hand on the old man and forced him to kneel, then grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head downwards to the ground like he was bowing. 

Faius waves his hand, “At ease,” His amber eyes drifted to focus on the old man, who had his eyes down to the ground, “I take it this is the priest of [Name] I sent you to search for?” 

The old man must have been only a young lad during the fall of your temple, and your subsequent disappearance. All the other priests and priestesses were either dead, or had gone senile with old age. This man was his only hope for finding you. If he had no valuable information, Faius would probably gut him then have his corpse tied to a pike as a warning to his men to not be so useless. Well, that's what he would've done if he wasn’t your old priest. 

The lieutenant nodded, “Yes, Lord Faius,” He glanced at the old man from the corner of his eye, “We found him at a temple of Dakmes.” 

Faius sneered. Dakmes was one of your few offspring, they were the deity of Tranquility, which was the closest thing to mercy the mortals had these days. He was so close to declaring war on them when he heard that they never bothered to look for you, you were their father for gods’ sake! 

“You are dismissed,” Faius waved off the lieutenant, who saluted, before swiftly leaving the tent. He walked over to the old man, who was still kneeling on the floor. With his sharp gaze, he was able to see that the old man was shaking slightly. 

Faius kneeled down, even in this position he was taller than the mortal, and then forced him to look him in the eyes. Dark brown met amber, and the old man flinched, “L-lord Faius,” The man’s voice was raspy, like he hadn’t drank water in ages, “What do you want from me?” 

Faius hummed, and then stood back up so he could tower over the old man and really enforce who was in power here, his hands stayed clasped behind his back, “You were a priest of [Name] in your youth, weren’t you?” 

The old man nodded, “I… I was,” The look in his eyes told Faius that the man had an inkling of why he was there. 

“Answer me this,” Faius pulled out the dagger he had used to pin down the map, and played with the blade. He smirked when the old man gulped, “Were you there the day he disappeared?” 

At those words, it was like a switch flipped inside the old man as a realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and his breathing quickened, he started shaking his head frantically, “No… no! I promised them. I- I swore I’d never tell a soul!” He screamed. Faius’ eyes widened, who was ‘them’? Was it a deity? 

“Who are you speaking of?” Faius bent down in front of the old man, who immediately backed away from him but didn’t get very far considering he was basically crawling backwards, “Tell me, now.” He snarled out, gold energy crackling in the room, and his fierce aura scaring the man still. 

“I- I cannot!” The old man cried, tears were now flowing down his face at a rapid pace, “They would kill me if I spoke even a word of it!” 

Faius pressed the dagger against the old man’s throat, who winced when a bit of blood leaked from the freshly formed cut, “If you don’t tell me right now, I’ll be the one to take your worthless little life,” This was it, he was close. He could feel it. If he knew the deity who dared take you away from him, then he’d rescue you, and things would go back to normal again. You and him, together. Just like how it was meant to be. 

“It was Qhetohr!” The old man shrieked, “Qhetohr took Lord [Name]-” But before he could finish his words, the old man froze mid-sentence, and then black smoke started to pour from his mouth and then curled around his neck, and around his head. Faius immediately backed away, but that didn’t stop a bit of the smoke from wrapping itself around his wrist. 

The smoke solidified around, and then tightened. Faius winced at the sharp pain, it set his nerves on fire and nearly made him fall to his knees, but he was able to balance himself. Unfortunately for your ex-priest, he did not have the fortune of being a god, and the following sight was visceral. 

The black smoke that wrapped itself around the old man tightened to the point that Faius could hear the bones in his neck creaking, and the skull starting to crack from the applied pressure. The sounds only continued, growing louder and more frequent, till with one final wet pop, the smoke slowly receded from the old man. Leaving only a bloody and mutilated mess of what used to be the old man’s head. 

Most mortals, even some of the gods, would gag at the sight but Faius only frowned. He could care less about the mess, instead he focused on the old man’s dying words.

Qhetohr was one of the oldest deities in the pantheon, and one of the most dangerous ones too. The deity of destruction and the void. They were the most reclusive of the old gods, yet at the same time the most feared, for good reason too. The gory image in front of him was no doubt their work. Faius glared at the black smoke that still clung tightly to his wrist, it felt like it was biting into him and injecting venom into his system like a snake. 

He could worry about it later, a little pain was something he could handle if it meant he’ll find you. 

Faius called some of his men to clean up the body, and then went back to his map. He wiped away the old man’s blood from his blade. He admired the engraved dove on its hilt, your patron animal. Faius stabbed the dagger back into the parchment, and resumed his search for the Ivory Isles. 

He had a deity to blame, to fight, to kill and now all he needed to do was find you. 

“I’ll be with you again soon, [Name],” Faius murmurs under his breath, “Just be patient…” 

Yandere Victory God, whose men have noticed that he’s been getting more brutal with his attacks. He always loved a good battle, fighting was something that just came naturally to him as a son of War and Glory, and it was one of the few things that was able to take his mind off of you. But there was something different now. It was like he had gotten hungrier for blood, and violence.

Yandere Victory God who’s started raiding different villages and towns, all in search for a map or a cartographer willing to overlook the curse and tell him where the Ivory Isles were. Were his methods crueler than necessary? Sure, you could say that, but it was for a good cause. If he brought back the god of mercy, then things would become peaceful once more, and he’d be able to have his beloved back in his arms. 

Yandere Victory God who has become darker than before. He was never the kindest, nor was he the most compassionate, but he wasn’t like… this. He was harder on his men, pushed them to be more ruthless, and many of them lost whatever humanity they still had left in them that the seemingly ceaseless wars hadn’t taken. 

Yandere Victory God who dedicates every head he severs, every village he burns to the ground, and every death that happens at his hands, to you. This was all in his efforts to look for you after all, he wasn’t some bloodthirsty brute who took pleasure in this. No, no. He was your knight in shining armor, like the ones in all of those stories mortals loved to write. 

Yandere Victory God who can tell that the black smoke was doing something to him. Making him more sadistic and cruel, but was it really so bad? He could never do this before, not when he was worried about what you’d think of him for killing all these mortals. He still cared about what you thought about him, yes, but he’s sure you’ll be able to understand why he did this. You were always so understanding, that’s just one of the many things he loved about you. 

Yandere Victory God who finally found a cartographer willing to sell her soul for a hefty bag of gold coins, and gives him a map that can take him to the Ivory Isles. 

Yandere Victory God who wastes no time in taking his mother’s ship and boarding it with some of his men, the crew accommodates him without question and they set sail for the Ivory Isles. His face is like stone, cold and unmoving, but inside he’s like an excited child about to get his favorite treat after waiting patiently to be rewarded. 

Yandere Victory God who finally smiles for the first time in a long time when he sees the large pale structures in the distance, the bones that make up the outer layer of the Ivory Isles. You’re just within reach, and soon things will be perfect once more. He’ll rip Qhetohr apart, limb from limb, and offer their remains up to you, his perfect god. 

Faius steps onto the cursed land's soil, and immediately shivers. There is an evil energy on this land, no wonder cartographer’s refuse to place it on their maps. He hopes that it hasn’t tainted you, but even if it has he’ll be able to fix it. 

He feels the black smoke curl tighter around his wrist, and hum with a renewed energy. He winces as he feels it dig deeper into his skin. It was like an ant biting into his flesh with the force of a shark. 

But he steadies himself, he must remain strong if he wants to rescue you after all. 

Faius stares off into the distance, where he sees a large, crumbling tower that looks nearly identical to the bones surrounding the island. That must be the prison holding you. 

His hand grips tighter on the sword around his waist, “Soon, [Name]... Soon you’ll be back in my arms again,” Faius whispers to himself, “Right where you belong.”

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.