#And even further what they *say.* Actions speak louder than words after all. Especially with Dream who puts on a good show

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Yes. This…hmmm this topic :) If I may add on, because I can’t help myself and you’ve given me brain rot for the next week no doubt lol XD

I think his behavior isn’t the vengeful aggressive lashing out we would rightfully expect from him not only because of his fear and not wanting to be alone like you expertly detailed, but also because even further he was, lack for a better word, hurt. So deeply hurt and it’s not hard to understand why. The people he once called friends saw him as nothing more than a monster needing to be captured, caged, defanged, and killed, which gave them the justification and conviction in their minds that he deserved it and it was the right thing to do. And the fact that they held such an opinion of him has to hurt in deeper ways than a knife. I’ve touched upon it before (linked here) but the prison arc wasn’t just cruel and inhumane and more savage than most of the fiction I’ve ever absorbed, it involved a widespread complicity and more importantly was at the hands of his once friends. His once family.

So after months of being told by monsters that you are the monster doesn’t make Dream want to become what they think he is, it makes him want to be seen even more than before. To prove them wrong. To show that he didn’t deserve it, that they were the ones that were evil. To say no. - “It’s because you like it! You like torturing me!” - you use me as an excuse to justify yourself - you use me as the blame for everything that goes wrong, and yet there I stayed wasting away in a prison and guess what? Your relationships still fell apart, wars still happened, blood still spilled from innocence, the ‘children’ still got hurt, fear and mistrust still filled the air, violence still reigned free - I am not the sole source of evil on this server, I am just as human as the rest and deserve-deserved to be treated like one. - After being spoken over, after being told about everything thing you are and did that made you deserve cruelty over and over again, it makes sense that with his freedom he can finally show them they were wrong.

- l feed you, when they left you to starve, not potatoes like you said I deserved, but good food: golden apples and cake, even though you really would deserve potatoes as direct revenge and karma. You didn’t have to hurt me to get the book, your reasons don’t make what you did right or less grotesque, I got the book from you without really laying a hand on you.

- I left you alone, sure I threatened your country and your life, but that was after you came to kill me, after you didn’t listen to me or show any signs of backing off. You provoked me, and I reacted in kind. In the end, I left you alone even when you expected me to come after you, even when you gave me plenty of reasons too.

- I don’t care about your discs or you, I let you have your way and leave after you come and barge into my house (… haven’t see that Wilbur lore in a bit so… don’t mind my memory’s perhaps poor generalization XD) I didn’t chase you down and kill you after you tried to capture me, I just did enough damage for you to run away (Bad). I didn’t blow you house to bits or really destroy it like others literally did, I just threatened you and gave you gifts because I wanted you to back off (Skeppy and Bad).

- You say I am so evil and need to be killed. That I don’t deserve a life free from torture… yet, does Aimsley deserve to be killed too? - Is it that you want to stop me, or you just want to kill and I’m feared and enemy #1? (Sapnap)

- You could hurt me because I hurt you right? But when you come to kill me, when you steal from me, barge into my house, I let you go. I had every reason to hurt you, the same reason you had, heck more reason too and yet I grant you freedom and mercy even when you don’t deserve it and even when you granted me none.

…..He just wanted to be seen and heard (notice how easily the mask comes off in the finale when someone just takes the 10 minutes or so to understand him) and to be seen him as more than someone they thought deserved the prison. And he wanted them to see the bad in themselves. To see the truth, to feel some guilt or remorse or understanding? something? just realize they aren’t just innocent and good. He wanted to show them what he actually looks like in the mirror and what their actual reflections look like.

Sure, the knives hurt, the starvation hurt, the isolation hurt, but the condemnation, the self righteousness, the hypocrisy and complicity from all sides made it all the more sting - to be hurt and told you don’t have the right to feel hurt because you deserve it.

He was and dehumanized - so he wanted them to see he was just a person like everyone else, flawed and imperfect with motivations and feelings.

He was afraid (on his knees waiting for the axe and hoping that he didn’t get killed that day) - so he locks himself in the safest building and he makes himself big and scary to make his enemies afraid, to keep them away so they are too busy playing defense than to come after him (“I’m going to make everyday for you a living hell.”)

He was powerless and weak - so he went for revenge to take back that power and feel strong and capable again, to claim back agency over himself by knocking his abusers down a peg, because they don’t have authority over him anymore, now he doesn’t have to listen to them, now he can kill them (“A living example of not to fuck with me!”.)

He was silenced and talked over - so he tried to tell what happened and explain his side because just wanted to be heard.

He was invalidated - so he just wanted someone to validate his feelings and understand him, to simply recognize that the torture was horrible and gruesome and cruel, giving him the right to be hurt.

He was told people’s reasons for why he deserved to be hurt - so he wanted for them to hear his reasons.

He was threatened and almost killed off constantly - so he just left people alone, making himself not a threat so he’d hopefully be granted the basic right to live.

He was abandoned and betrayed - so he shared his side and his true and tried to make nice and gain new allies so at the very least the next time he was surrounded on all sides about to be murdered for the last time that maybe someone will utter a word of disapproval.

How much it hurt to be so completely alone, in a world where people are so deluded and cruel that the only reason you’re even alive is because of a book. That you have to use a favor, a life debt, from someone who witnessed your torture, to escape the inhumanity of a living hell, just so everyone can try to drag you back no questions asked. That your friend becomes your torturer, your brother is out for your head, and just everyone else doesn’t give a damn unless asked to run a sword through your heart… How hurt and broken must you be for your must basic unreachable aspirations are to live and not be alone…

(well not sure if I made any sense or was just projecting………… oops yea may have gotten side tracked… anyways just thought I build off of the amazing points, it is hard to say what Punz and Dream’s plan was but killing everyone permanently likely wasn’t the plan—unless if was to sacrifice to XD to bring back the balance… hmmm)

been thinking about post-prison c!dream again and i feel like ... characterizations of him after pandora smtimes can lean vindictive. and it's not like there's no proof for this being the case, lol, this man has quite a few angry speeches post-prison about getting his Revenge! and such, and obviously has Feelings about the whole being left to rot and be tortured thing. that being said, i think it's worth pointing out how what a character thinks they believe and what their actions show can have some...pretty apparent discrepancies, and i think that c!dream's stated desires to take his revenge as well as a "us against them, you're either with me or against me" viewpoint of the server as a whole don't necessarily match up with his behavior post-prison

for one, i think it's worth pointing out how often c!dream's anger in these cases is obviously emotional to the point of incoherence--it's often been stated that his speech in the logstedshire chase scene screams of projection in the midst of a panic attack, which, i mean? yeah? he's making assumptions about what c!tommy thinks and basically repeating what c!quackity said in that cell almost word for word and making the kill-and-revive-you-over-and-over-and-over threat that he definitely wasn't going to go through with (though, is kind of interesting retrospectively considering we know that he literally did that to himself). then there's his rant to c!sam in daedalus one which literally includes his threatening c!sam with c!quackity, a claim so absurd that c!sam himself points it out as making no sense. and then there's his speech with c!quackity where he says he's going to torture...las nevadas? as in, the country? dream that's. dream it's a country. it can't feel pain. dream.

in this, a clear pattern is established where a lot of these angry threats are...bluffs. hot air. even if c!dream is genuine when he makes these threats, they're really not plausible (like, uh, please tell me how youre gonna convince quackity to torture sam for you king.) and it's not like c!dream doesn't have a pattern of being A Whole Lotta Bark when you have him in a position where he feels cornered, either. but with this, there's a precedent that's established where c!dream's threats, particularly threats where he's literally just listing shit out like that, should be taken with a grain of salt. less evidence of true plans and more an attempt to bare his teeth at you until you back the fuck away.

of course, this in itself isn't enough to claim that all of his claims of more vindictive actions should be dismissed. that being said, across the board, when you look at c!dream's actual actions post-prison...well, the amount of actual revenge this guy gets is. very small. very small. in fact, contrary to what one might think due to his paranoia and the huge breach of trust that had happened as a result of the prison, c!dream actually seems quite willing to establish connections with other people--friendly interactions, even alliances to a certain degree. looking at the following list of interactions w/ people post-prison:

He immediately gives the axe of peace to c!Techno in Snowchester after they part ways at the Arctic Commune--though the lack of favors between them indicates that there's no real explicit reason to call on each other in the immediate future, he does show very clearly that their parting has made himself unwilling to cooperate with c!Techno at all.

Punz is self-evident--he speaks with his ally and reaffirms that the plan is still on track (a plan made before the negative effects that prison had on his. uh .everything)

The aforementioned conflict with c!Tommy, where he makes a lot of threats in ways that seem like a pretty damn deliberate mirror of c!Quackity and makes no effort to follow through on, particularly in tems of the killing-and-reviving shit and keeping tommy in exile and whatever else he was saying there

The interaction with Sapnap, where he is clearly gauging c!Sapnap's reaction and flees shortly after things appear to grow in hostility, once again making overtures at a threat that he will never follow up on (even considering he could very easily follow Sapnap to find Kinoko and could as such attack it quite simply even with just, a couple flint & steels tbh)

An interaction with Eryn where he makes no effort to be hostile at any point, hiding behind his shield and then exchanging items when Eryn offers them. The entire time, c!Dream's actions are defensive and purposefully nonthreatening and at no point does he attempt to engage a fight--even when not asked for payment, he gives a valuable item in exchange. Clearly more an attempt to be friendly than any outright hostility, though he is also obviously wary.

Daedalus also quite self-explanatory--again, it should be emphasized that letting Sam go in any capacity with any lives is explicitly an act of mercy. Left alone, Sam would have died in the prison for good; he set his spawn in the prison, a fact Dream would've known when he escorted him out. He makes a lot of threats, including some that are quiet incoherent, and at the end he kills Sam once and then escorts him out of the prison grounds alive. Interestingly enough, conversations in Daedalus also seem pretty explicitly from a perspective of trying to get c!Sam to understand him in some respects--like, c!Dream isn't seeking division here. Even in consideration of the fact that he needed to get the keycards, c!Dream's continued emphasis on trying to get c!Sam to see him is...interesting, in view of how much of what went wrong being explicitly because of c!Sam's betrayal.

He warns Bad and Skeppy away from the prison shortly after beginning to reside there on a permanent basis. He gives them quite a sum of gifts (iirc, a block of netherite and a totem of undying) despite firing arrows at them; even though he has a reason to be aggressive towards c!Bad as one of the prison guards (something both c!Bad and c!Skeppy point out) he makes no effort to kill them and outright gives them valuable items while warning them to stay away from the prison

scrapped lore, whenever it was meant to happen, was an obvious "revenge" attempt against quackity...which goes, badly. a clue into the State that he was in in terms of his revenge quests. also, whatever interaction he has with c!wilbur later, obviously c!Wilbur doesn't end up worse for wear physically from it.

In inconsolable differences, c!Dream is more preoccupied with keeping a "feeling" of power over c!Wilbur over taking outright control over the room and therefore complies with c!Wilbur's orders. He does attack, but despite having more than the necessary means to kill both c!Wilbur and c!Tommy while he's there, does not do so. Neither does he manage to keep them trapped in the prison, something that he absolutely could've done if he so chose. Instead, he values a (imaginary) symbol of his continued alliance with c!Wilbur over any kind of hostile action, imprisonment, or killing of either person (and explicitly values c!Wilbur's life over just about everything, there.)

In his interaction with c!Foolish, he's outright trying to get c!Foolish to consider him beyond what other people have said about him. He's trying to establish some form of an alliance and offers...well, quite a lot in order to have one (in order to have a five minute warning of c!Quackity's location. like, he's putting himself in c!Foolish's service quite explicitly here, offering to become his hitman or bodyguard). He's obviously wary, but also obviously trying to be friendly and largely interacts with c!Foolish by trying to establish a rapport, not by trying to threaten him into something or attack him in any way. Even with c!Sam, the amount of outright threatening behavior from c!Dream isn't all that large--mostly, he's being petty? You could make an argument about c!Dream's vague threat to c!Sam's island, but clearly Sam loses no lives from Dream in any interaction they might have after they leave the summer home.

I consider the whole interaction with c!Aimsey canon bc literally everyone was playing as their characters there--c!Dream outright goes out of his way to try and protect a total stranger here with no obvious personal benefit. He literally inserts himself into the conflict to try and prevent c!Aimsey's death, which is kinda wild for someone to do as someone who allegedly wants people to die on the server. He attacks (and even kills c!George) c!snf here, but it's all in a scene where they get distracted from their whole "blowing shit up" moment because they want to chase c!Dream, and c!Dream specifically uses very little melee combat here--a lot of ranged stuff, which is far from his specific specialty. Further, there's a scene in this fight where c!Dream is acting entirely defensively, backed up against a wall with his shield in front of him as c!snf attack, and at the end he just runs away--all behavior that doesn't seem to be about killing anyone or profiting from anyone's deaths in any way.

LN5, threats similarly nonsensical, and he dips as soon as things start going south. For all of his seeming confidence, he's not the one that continues the chase in an attempt to kill c!Quackity, and the fight evidently freaks him out considering how he ends up not realizing he's being stalked by c!Tommy and then hides in the prison for a solid while (while still being stalked by c!Tommy)

Despite apparently wanting them to decide who to die in the saw trap (which had a premise that is frankly, quite hard to believe), c!clingy are given the exact items that could've facilitated their escape. He certainly could've killed both or one at any point in time, even if he wanted a message to be spread to the server (something easily done with one guy)--instead, he monologues at them, then conveniently leaves so that they can get away (and they could've with the literal items he gave them if tommy didn't burn their food.) When c!Tommy returns the following day, c!Dream makes it clear he expected both of them to have gotten out

Despite being clearly unable to stand c!Tommy, blaming him for most if not all of his problems on the server, and outright saying to c!Tommy that c!Tommy would never agree to help him (after they had a shouting match literally one day ago), gives quite the sales pitch to get c!Tommy on the same page as them.

I'm probably missing stuff, but you get my point--even when presented golden opportunities to kill off a player post-prison, c!Dream doesn't take it. He outright spares c!Sam when he could've easily died from the Revengers' tactic. When meeting with strangers, he prioritizes establishing a friendly rapport with them through things like gifts over, in his distrust, treating them badly so that they're scared of him and therefore don't fuck with him yadayada. His behavior, instead of exuding an aura of anger and vengeance and vying for destruction, tends to send a message of trying to be outright unthreatening, please-don't-attack-me. He's not going everywhere holding his big fuck off axe, he's seeing a new person and ducking behind his shield.

Oftentimes, I feel like this quote is pulled or paraphrased from No Way Home to show how c!Dream has become distrusting of people, vindictive, post-prison

And if that means we have to kill everybody— and ev— everybody that doesn't wanna go along with what me and Punz have to say? Everyone that doesn't want to figure it out? Then, fine! You can be simple-minded and you can die simple-minded. But! If you wanna actually know what's going on in this world, and you wanna fix it, and make it the best that we can be, and live forever? Then they can join us.

And while I'm not saying we should dismiss the whole quote as just being disingenous bluffing, I think when taken into the context of post-prison c!Dream's actions (or, well, c!Dream's actions as a whole) as well as his actions in the finale itself (such as his appealing to c!Tommy in the next stream), rather than putting the emphasis on the idea of "everyone who disagrees with me should die," c!Dream seems far more preoccupied with the idea of trying to find people who are willing to work with him to "fix" everything. People who will help him make it so that they can "live forever"--a desire he expresses in the fourth finale stream as well.

like, it's not to say that c!dream isn't vengeful. he is. i mean, i'd say moreso than vengeful, he's angry--just like how a lot of his overtures at friendliness are so deeply rooted in fear. the prison made him angry and the prison made him scared, and the anger has to be repurposed into revenge because revenge is power that he certainly didn't have when he was on his knees begging for mercy. but far from being closed off and unwilling to work with other people post-prison due to his experiences in Pandora (which. would make sense. i mean. like, he was left in there, and tortured, and betrayed. anger and revenge and a general distrust towards everyone and a desire to destroy a world that condemned him would be very easy to understand in this scenario), i'd say c!dream's interactions with people post-prison scream of a general lack of a desire to actually go through with killing people. hell, he even revives c!tommy--c!tommy! who just killed him! who c!dream outright blames for like, basically ruining his life! when revivals are literally apparently destabilizing the universe!--shortly after killing him. generally, he meets people who are dealing with him aggressively with a desire to flee moreso than with murderous intent (in genuine finale 2, for example, this guy was sure more focused on running the fuck away than he was on killing either of c!clingy), and even moreso deals with other people on the server by acting defensively and even in a manner that seems deliberately designed to get them to be more willing to work with him, or at least deal with him in a friendly way. despite his paranoia and how deeply pandora cut as a betrayal and his obvious wariness towards all people as a result (there's hardly a single interaction on the list above, after all, that doesn't have c!dream's obvious fear of people leaking all over the damn carpet), he seems to be much more focused on the idea of finding possible allies than he is on the idea of killing everyone possible.

which, i mean, makes sense. as he himself states:

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stay longer in me, | satoru gōjō

summary. desperation to be recognized by your brother may lead you to take decisions that you could regret.

tags. (18+), dark content. stepcest / incest, canon au, breeding kink, lactation kink, afab reader, pregnancy discussions, hints of gojo being attracted to his mother (yeah.. sorry). divider creds: cafekitsune.

wc. 2.4k

You know that Satoru has never looked at you as another member of the Gojo clan. He has never seen you as a sister, but as the mistake his mother made that they must pretend to be proud of while trying to hide the truth as if it were possible to cover the sun with a finger.

Since you became aware of the world around you, you realized how close Satoru and his father were. The fact that he did not tolerate you was for you a sign of loyalty. You took it on and accepted it, even if deep down it hurt, without questioning your mother's actions, even if it cost you.

Even though all this was going on in your mind and no one ever verbalized how wrong it was that a bastard daughter of the leader of one of the most important clans was living there with them under the same roof as their only legitimate son, their looks of contempt and pursed lips said it all. None of them needed to speak for you to know what they were saying behind your back: the murmurs, the gestures, and the obvious contrast of the color of your hair compared to your parents' spoke louder than words. You understood that you were not his father's daughter without needing to ask.

It's not like you really needed his validation, but Satoru, being your brother especially, you expected more from him. More understanding. You expected to feel exonerated of all blame for a mistake that wasn't even yours, but his look of indifference and superiority told you everything you needed to know: he didn't like you.

As time went on and he had more responsibilities, Satoru stopped visiting the clan frequently and spent more time at school. You heard about his missions and adventures, and despite everything, you were proud of him and what he was accomplishing. After all, you could always see him once a year at the clan's celebratory anniversary.

“Hey.” Your body bows in a curtsy at the sight of him, but he undoes the gesture with a wave of his hand before you can lower your back any further. “Stop that. Come here, let me look at you.”

The kind tone confuses you; you think Satoru can see it on your face by the way a lopsided smile quivers. This attitude is new and leaves you intrigued; he never addresses you or pays attention to you.

You take a step closer to the front, hands still hidden in the light blue kimono, much like his own, and Satoru glances at you.

“Look at you, you're taller.”

Satoru places a hand on your head and pats it in small strokes, flashing you a smile that intrigues you. Despite his technique, he decides to turn off his infinity to touch you directly.

“I think you look the same way.” Maybe a little bigger, you can notice it even under the fabric of the kimono, but you'd rather not make the comment to him.

Satoru keeps his hand to the side of his body and watches you a little longer before leaning towards you as if examining you.

“So you're in marriage season, hm?”

You can't deny the surprise that comes over you when he comments; you didn't know he was aware of it.

“Yes.” You nod.

“Have you met him yet?”

“He's a blond man, about your height.”

You make a gesture with your hand indicating the height of his shoulders.

Satoru shakes his head in approval, “Let's go to the tea room, you can tell me all about it there.” And then walks towards you, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you to walk with him down the hallway. You let him guide you with his invisible hand without touching your body, as if you don't know the places in your own home.

The room you arrive in is decorated in traditional Japanese style, with a low table on the floor. On the table, cups of tea and a teapot sit, emitting a comforting aroma that fills the room with a sense of warmth.

Satoru sits next to you cross-legged and pours tea into both cups without asking how much you want to drink. As you watch in silence, you can't help but feel incredulous.

“Why?” Satoru brings the cup to his lips and doesn't look at you as he swallows, giving you time to ponder the question you filled the room with. “It's strange that you're being so nice now.”

He holds back a smile and lowers the cup to the table before looking at you with a relaxed expression.

“You don't trust your older brother's actions?”

No, you want to answer, but your lips seal as you process the words you'll say next.

“You've never acted like this before with me and I want to know why, what changed now.”

Satoru averts his gaze to the window facing outside. Through it, a quiet garden can be seen, adorned with small lanterns softly illuminating the scenery. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the trees, creating a play of dancing shadows on the tatami floor of the room.

“It was for your own good, for mine even.” You haven't touched the cup, intrigued by every new word that comes from his tea-stained lips.

“You're just like her.”

“Her?”

“My mother.” My. Not ours. You don't recognize what's in his tone: contempt, possession, spite. Yet you keep probing.

“What's that got to do with anything.”

“When I saw you, I saw her, and it was hard not to think about what she did. I didn't mean for you to feel like I hated you, because I don't.”

Satoru stops looking out the window to turn his gaze to you. In the evening light, he is fully exposed to the orange rays that bathe the details of his face: scarred jaw and naked blue eyes glowing under the brightness.

Unable to maintain eye contact any longer, you pick up the cup and take a sip. The herbal tea burns your tongue a little, but you decide to take another sip anyway.

“So you're going to be a family woman soon… Do you want to have children?” you hear him ask and you don't look at him, you lose yourself in the wavy dance the infusion does as you set the cup down on the table.

“I'm not sure, though the clan is definitely going to want me to have them,” you laugh bitterly smoothing non-existent wrinkles in your kimono. Then you lift your head and see him look at you with concern, a slight frown that is barely noticeable before he reverts to his usual stoic state where you don't know what's going through his head.

“Of course,” he replies ever so plaintively.

“You?” the word comes out of your mouth out of politeness more than anything else, eager to share and further elongate an encounter with your brother that never happened when you were younger.

Satoru cooes, glancing you up and down to conclude with a grimace that mimics a smile.

“I think I'm more interested in the process.”

“The process?” your eyes widen. You internally debate in taking more of the little tea left in the cup or pretending you weren't taken by surprise by what he said.

“Sex.”

“I know exactly what you meant.”

“Is it a subject that makes you uncomfortable?” Satoru insists as you look hesitant to pick up the cup, it shakes a little in your fingers before you finish it all in one gulp and set it back down on the surface with a clink of the ceramic meeting the wood.

“No.”

“Then, what's the problem?” Satoru examines your reaction, his eyes narrowing briefly in your direction and the corners of his mouth crinkling slightly.

“None.”

“Then you're not a virgin?”

“Satoru.”

He smiles now, not with his teeth. The corners of his mouth blur from the straight line he keeps whenever you're together and for the first time you get a flash of the Satoru Gojo you hear rumors of. Relaxed, funny, annoying, flirty.

“So you are, I really had my doubts.” He shrugs softly. You notice his finger outlining the rim of the cup in lazy circles. “More tea?” The question is more of a polite one, as he doesn't wait for you to answer before filling it a second time.

“I don't think it's appropriate to discuss this with you.”

“Why? I'm your big brother.” You lick dry lips and notice the hot steam rising from the infusion and brushing against his skin protected by his Infinity. You notice his long fingers around the teapot and the few veins protruding from the back of his pale hand.

“That's exactly why.” You pick up the thread of conversion that bubbles to the rhythm in which the tea finds the cup.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“I don't have to answer that.”

You're purposefully avoiding his gaze now. Too hot inside to maintain eye contact.

“Come on. Don't be a coward, I'll tell you if I have too.”

“I know you have.” You dare to look at him and you swear his eyes are looking past you, the deep sky blue in his eyes seems to consume you completely, it makes you feel smaller than him and you force your hands to stay still on your knees and not run to hug your own chest.

“How do you know?”

“I've heard the rumors.”

“So I'm popular then,” Satoru laughs sarcastically under his breath and picks up the cup.

“I did kiss someone,” you confess spontaneously, and Satoru starts to pay more attention.

“Our parents don't count.” Your mouth opens reproachfully. “I'm talking about a real kiss, on the lips.” You remain silent, your lower lip trembles a little, and you soothe it by chewing it with your teeth. “Oh I knew it. Come closer,” satoru gently pats his crossed legs. “Into my lap.”

“I don't think we…” maybe you weren't sure about a lot of things but, you know and you got the feeling that this wasn't right. The conversion to where it was directed, the knot in your stomach, your wet hands were witness to that.

“I just want to see something up close,” he whispers, but despite the shiver that runs down your back, there is something in his gaze that draws you in: the recognition and, to some extent, the attention you always craved from him.

You glide across the wooden floor like an obedient pet, approaching him with your cursed energy gushing out of you. With his help, you position yourself better on his lap.

At first, his hands are hidden, out of your sight. Gradually you feel them on your waist, then on your hips, stopping finally at your ribs, where your breath hitches. You try to ignore his stare, but it's unavoidable. His right hand slides up, between your ribs and your chest, stopping gently on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

With his thumb, he pulls your lower lip apart, revealing a fleeting flash of your teeth. You hesitate between looking into his eyes or staring at his mouth. The thought of kissing him crosses your mind briefly, but guilt hits you hard, making you dizzy for an instant.

Satoru strokes your lip gently, and before you can process it, he leans over you and kisses you. At first, he holds still, feeling you tremble beneath him, letting what just happened sink into your chest- you have the option to pull away and run but as you remain still he a few seconds later deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of your mouth curiously. His tongue ventures deeper, tasting the herbs still lingering on your tongue.

The hand on your chin prevents you from moving, keeping you trapped in his eyes as he pulls away. Though you wish to hide your face, he holds you there, under his dominance.

“You have such soft lips. And these beautiful tits…” he says, looking down between the slit he formed between the kimono's folds. Your chin is free again after he moves down your throat and stands still on your chest, carefully spreading more of the fabric on either side and your bare chest is at his disposal. “They are beautiful.”

You run from his eyes even though they are not looking at you. Your nipples react to his words and your skin bristles at the thought that he might touch them. Through the Infinity as a barrier Satoru cradles your breasts and something shimmers in his eyes as he lifts them to you.

“I want to suck them.” His eyelashes flutter. You nod, still hesitantly.

When his lips touch you he purrs with satisfaction, you seek to justify your guilt by thinking there is nothing wrong with this. Perhaps, even, the connection between you will grow even stronger after this moment. Satoru grabs your breast from underneath with a large, firm hand, pulling it into his mouth greedily, savoring every inch with his expert tongue and teeth. In the distance, you can hear the distant murmur of clan members, reminding you that they could approach the tea room at any moment.

Alarmed, you look over his head to the door and as you return you catch him looking up at you from below with his tongue flat on a sensitive, hardened nipple. “So so sweet,” he muses. “And they'll be full of milk one day, oh your husband is so lucky.”

You inhale deeply, feeling the air cool your brain. Your body tingles with shivers, and your thighs feel uncomfortably tight on his. Soon, your hips are desperately searching for something to roll over, releasing some of the pent-up heat.

With teary eyes, you plead to him, and he grants you one last suck before pulling away with a popping sound, only to turn his technique back on once more. Satoru wipes the corner of his lips with his thumb, a mischievous smile playing across his face.

“Really fucking sweet,” he repeats, with an even wider grin. “Will you let me do it any time I want?” The rush of adrenaline, coupled with your own thoughts, prevents you from hearing what he says next, but still, you nod. “Even when you're married? Will you let me suck them as much as I want?” he asks with a defiant tone.

Before you can answer, the sound of rapid footsteps on the wooden floor approaches from outside. You hurry to get up from his lap and arrange your attire as you make your way to the window, trying to buy time and improve the appearance of your kimono while looking out over the garden.

Satoru remains motionless on the floor, taking another sip of tea when your father enters the room. You bow in reverence, but are completely ignored as your father welcomes his son home.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Promises

Captain John Price x Reader

wc: 1.2k words

warnings/tags: fluff fluff fluff

“You’ll check the doors? Windows as well, aye?”

“Yes, John. I’ll make sure they’re locked before bed.” You reassure the man, holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you do exactly that, tugging on the window latches to ensure they’re shut properly, walking past each door to spy the locks are in fact in place. “No one will be coming in and touching your cigars, I can assure you of that.”

“Hm. Got precious cargo I’m more concerned about these days, than cigars.” He quips back, playing into your attempt to lighten the situation. John hasn’t been gone on deployment for a full 24 hours yet and already he’s finding himself missing you more than he thought possible. He knew being apart from you was going to be difficult, especially considering that this mission was likely to take a few months rather than a few weeks, but he hadn’t anticipated struggling so early on.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone touch your scotch either.” You say and he can just picture you adding a mischievous wink at the end. He finds himself suddenly wondering if he has any photos of you where you’re winking at him, and he feels regret creeping into his stomach at the realization that no, he probably doesn’t. Now he’s got nothing but his memory to rely on when he wants to imagine your playful expression.

It’s not as if John hadn’t made a point of taking more candid shots of you once he’d learned about how long this upcoming mission was to take. He wanted to have something tangible, something real he could wrap his fingers around, lay his weary gaze upon and be gifted with the sight of his beloved smiling back at him. And if a thick stack of Polaroids each adorned with varying expressions of your visage find themselves stuffed into the pocket of his tactical vest right above where his heart beats only for you, well then his men had best mind their business about it.

His last ditch effort to capture your beauty, to bring along with him a small fragment of the joy you bring to his life every day he spends by your side, had melted your heart thoroughly. It was sometimes hard to imagine your soft, loving teddy bear of a man, having to turn on his Captain persona and intimidate enemies on a battlefield. But then you’d hear him shouting at the television, going on about how some wanker was making a mockery of ‘The Price is Right’ (a show the two of you watched too often, if only so that John had more of an excuse to slip ��well ya know, they do say Price is right, after all’ into arguments), or you’d catch him glaring at anyone he felt was looking at you the wrong way in public, and you couldn’t deny he was to be in a position of command.

“Don’t go answerin’ the door for anyone either, love. And make sure that the-”

“John, I’ll be okay. I promise, I’ll be careful.” You attempt to convince him before he spirals further. A man of action, John had been keeping busy in the time leading up to his departure. Trips to the hardware store to buy additional locks for the front door, jammers for the window panes, researching various brands of security systems, even going as far as speaking a little louder in the hallways outside your flat door, letting anyone who lived near enough know that a man lived here as well, not wanting anyone to know you’d be alone and vulnerable.

“I know, m’sorry to keep pestering you love.” The Captain sighs into the phone, running a hand down his phone before glancing back over his shoulder at the room. He knows he doesn’t have much more time to keep talking with you. Really, he shouldn’t have called at all, but John just couldn’t help himself. This is how he gets when it comes to you. Nothing else matters as much when it comes to you. And so yes, he admits he is being selfish by holding everyone else up in the briefing room as they wait for his return, but he doesn’t know when he’ll get to hear your voice again, and what’s the point of being Captain if you can’t pull strings when they matter? “Just wanna know you’ll be safe.”

“Now why do I feel as though I should be the one asking you that question, hm?” Your question brings a soft smile to his face. God, he misses you so much already. “You made it to- wherever you are- alright?”

“I did.” He confirms, casting another glance across the room. He can see them loading up trucks with supplies as you speak. He hates that he can’t ever tell you where he is. Can’t tell you that this base is just one of countless destinations where he’ll sleep in a bed that feels too empty without you by his side. Can’t tell you that each meal portion he eats tastes blander without you sitting across from him. “Though we’re not stayin’ here long. Flyin’ out early again in the mornin’.”

“Hm.” You hum along in response, knowing he can’t give you details, satisfied with any bit of information he can offer you in its place. “You promise me, you’ll be safe John Price. I don’t like those stories of Gaz falling out of helicopters.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing that’s the only story I’m ever lettin’ him tell you.” John can’t help but to laugh along with you, before falling more serious again, knowing he’ll have to hang up soon and leave you. “Trust me love. You don’t need to be worrying your pretty little head over me. There isn’t anythin’ that could keep me from comin’ home to you. Nothin’.”

His declaration has tears threatening to sting the corners of your eyes, treasuring this moment with him, even an unknown distance apart, knowing it’ll be some time until you can speak again. You can hear the background noise of wherever he is increasing in volume. You overhear someone shout his name, no doubt looking for him. You know your time is up for now, and that you’ll have to be the one to bite the bullet. He’s never the first one to hang up the phone with you, and this time is no different.

“I love you John. So much. I’ll see you soon.” You whisper into the receiver, hoping he can feel the love you speak into each word meant only for him.

“I love you, angel. So much. Be back before you know it.” He says, waiting to hear the ‘click’ on the other side of the line before stuffing his phone back into his slacks.

It’s true, what he said to you. There truly isn’t anything, so long as he can help it, that will keep him from coming back home to you. Not when he’s made a promise to do exactly that. Not when he’s got a small box stuffed into three pairs of socks hiding in his underwear drawer in your flat, hiding a shiny little ring he’s been holding on to since your second date. Not when he intends to make his biggest promise to you yet as soon as he’s home and holding you in his arms again, where you belong.

[valsverse]

MIDNIGHT RAIN

PAIRING — percy jackson x gn!reader SUMMARY— you. percy. a rainy night. what more could you ask for? WORD COUNT — 0.7k

THE SOUND OF RAIN hitting the pavement resonated throughout the deserted streets, but you and percy couldn't be bothered by the clamor. it was midnight, an ungodly hour for most, a time when most people would be sound asleep, yet here you were, wandering the empty streets with your beloved. it felt wrong to be out at this time, but then again, it felt so exhilarating.

initially, you were hesitant to let percy talk you into going out in the rain, but the idea of spending time with him was too tempting to resist. with no school the next day, the rain pouring down, and your boyfriend by your side, you felt like you were living in the moment.

percy's laughter filled the air as he led you along, urging you to follow him. his fingers were tightly interlaced with yours, his grip firm and reassuring, as if he were afraid you might disappear at any moment.

percy didn't care if zeus was probably throwing thunderbolts right now, he just loved the rain. he loved how the water droplets made him feel alive and rejuvenated, the way it cooled his skin and made him feel as if he belonged in the world. but most of all, he loved that he could share these moments with you.

"wait, where are we going?" you called after him, your laughter mingling with his.

"who said we were going anywhere in particular?" percy turned around to beam at you with a smile so radiant it could light up the night sky.

you smiled back at his spontaneity.

rain continued to pour down, instantly cooling your skin and dampening your clothes. this was probably the #1 way to get a cold, however, that would be tomorrow's problem. occasionally, cars raced by, splashing water up onto the sidewalks, but percy would simply become hydrophobic, shielding you from the water, and acting as your very own personal umbrella.

as you both approached a streetlight, a broad grin spread across percy's face, and for a moment, his eyes gleamed with an unspoken excitement. it was as if he knew something that you didn't, and the anticipation in his expression was infectious.

he looked at you so lovingly that it made your heart flutter. with a single glance, he had the power to make you feel like the most important person in the world. this pure and gentle boy, who smiled secretly at you, seemed to hold your heart in his hands. and you were perfectly okay with that.

before you could even ask him what he was up to, percy suddenly shook his head, sending water flying everywhere, including all over you. you almost shrieked in surprise, but with a small smile, you managed to hold back the sound. you followed suit, shaking your head and laughing as the water droplets flew around you.

you probably looked like weirdos. but neither of you cared, because both of you were happy.

eventually, your head started to ache from the constant movement, and you reach up to cup percy's face, bringing him to a stop as well. your other hand slides into his hair, messing it up even further as you both catch your breath. suddenly, percy lifts you up and twirls you around, causing another burst of laughter to escape your lips. he sets you down gently, and you both stand there, drenched and smiling from ear to ear.

"oh, you have no idea how happy you make me," percy says with a smile, his forehead resting against yours.

you raise an eyebrow. "even right now, like after we just did that?"

"especially right now," he replies, grinning. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." he thinks for a moment. "well, besides blue waffles, of course."

you chuckle at his comment, bringing him impossibly closer by the collar of his shirt. "well, actions speak louder than words, jackson," you tease.

and with that, you crash your lips onto his.

it's a brief but passionate moment that electrifies your senses, and you feel a thrill coursing through you that lingered even after you pulled away.

you knew it was a probably weird sight, two teenagers, seventeen and crazy, lost in the moment and oblivious to the world around them, but you didn't care. everything felt perfect in that moment, and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way. as you looked at each other, drenched in rain and laughing onto each other's lips, you knew that this was a moment that shouldn't have happened. but it did, and it felt just right.

a/n

my ass writing this on the sunniest most perfect day of september:

also pls tell me someone got the fahrenheit 451 "seventeen and crazy" reference at the end. 😭😭

[rubyreadd]

except it’s your driver that has an entourage that shittalks Lando (don’t even deny it lmfao y’all bragged about it and called it county) while Lando has never been an asshole to precious Oscar

To be honest anon I'm not quite sure what the argument you're trying to make is.

"Oscar's entourage"?? Where?

If you're talking about Max saying that Oscar came in as a number one driver and so of course he wasn't going to bend the knee to Lando just because. Or even George having a chuckle about Lando qualifying P17, then that's just plain and simple mind games.

If you mean Mark Webber and him telling Charles that he had the opportunity to overtake Lando in the championship at Baku, or being outspokenly supportive of Oscar, then that's just Mark doing his job. He's an F1 pundit and Oscar's manager, he's going to have opinions on both subjects.

Lando on the other hand has the full backing of the British media, especially Sky Sports, who are a major English language distributor of F1 coverage. In Monza they could not shut up about how Oscar's fair and hard racing was actually unfair to Lando because Oscar should've held position and defended Lando's lead.

Yet in Australia when Oscar was ordered to relinquish position to Lando because he was on fresher tyres and McLaren wanted to challenge Ferrari, there was no remarking that it was unfair to push Oscar off a home race podium when Lando could not close said gap to Ferrari.

Similarly, when Oscar and Carlos touched in Miami and Oscar dropped to the back of the grid, then put in a mega effort to gain back several positions as well as set the fastest lap of the race, only to be told by McLaren to back off so as not to cause a safety car, it was accepted as the right thing to do.

Lando is not defenceless nor is he is a victim of some "Oscar entourage". Oscar has been a good team mate to him, has up until now bided his time, but if Lando is going to leave a gap then Oscar has every right to be a racing driver.

Ayrton Senna was a McLaren champion after all.

Now, granted, Lando has not been verbally dismissive of Oscar, but actions do speak louder than words. When Lando refused to give position back to Oscar in Hungary until the penultimate lap, it was as Nico Rosberg said: Lando wanting to humiliate Oscar.

Yes this was whole situation could've been avoided if McLaren had given Oscar the preferential pit stop strategy he had earned after getting the better start on Lando and leading the race for more than half the laps. However, if Lando had acquiesced to giving the position back when he was first asked to, there would have been a further twenty laps where he could've fought Oscar for the win, with a good chance of taking P1 because his tyres were up to heat.

Instead, he had a tantrum and delivered McLaren a tainted 1-2 that completely undermined Oscar's maiden win.

He also chucked a fit at Lewis in the cool down room, when all Lewis was doing was complimenting Lando on his speed, and then went on to snub Oscar on the podium by not spraying Oscar with champagne. A behaviour he repeated in Monza.

I know your argument is likely to be that F1 is a high stress environment where everyone is fighting for wins and championships and no driver wants to lose out by a few tenths or a lap, so it's natural for drivers to act out when they do. But for contrast let me talk about Charles and Max.

In Baku this weekend it was clear that Charles was intensely frustrated with his P2, yet he still had the grace to congratulate Oscar, compliment him on his race craft, and celebrate with Oscar on the podium. Similarly, Max went out of his way to wave at Lando after the race, even though Lando had bitten just that little bit more into his championship lead.

And what did Lando do? Snitch on Max for overtaking under the VSC even though it was after the chequered flag.

It's this kind of repeated unsportsmanlike behaviour that leaves me with diminishing goodwill for Lando. I laud Oscar for being cunty when he stands up for himself and his right to race, because Oscar shows maturity and respect towards his peers even when he is disappointed with his results. Lando however makes his poor performance (even when it objectively isn't) everyone else's problem.

Oscar has been driving F1 for one and a half seasons. Lando has been driving for six. Yet it is Oscar who carries himself with the mindset of a champion.

At the end of the day anon, it's unlikely that I am going to sway your opinion about Oscar and that's fine. You are free to like and dislike whatever driver you want. All the advice that I can offer you is to block the anti Lando tags, block Oscar's tag, and block anyone who posts F1 content, opinions, and discourse you don't like. Including myself. I am a stranger on the internet, it's not worth your time or peace to get upset in my inbox because I am voicing my distaste for a driver on my personal blog.

[bitchlessdino]

repeat rebound (m) Ch.3 repeating nights like this (18+)

Chapter list Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung (ft.jeonghan smut) Genre: Crack, smut, (18+) word count: 6k tags: ft. other members (jeonghan, vernon, and mingyu), weddings, coffee meet-cutes, morning sex, cigarettes, alcohol, little sugar baby!reader, wedding planner!soonyoung, fingering, oral (receiving), degradation, praise kink, spanking, spitting, cum swaping Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again. author note: so i had a lot of fun writing this with no plan of how it was gonna go, but i am so satisfied with how this turned out. p.s. 2024 nana by far was my favorite chapter and still is, wtf she was a poet here cue the applause

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @darthlunaa

The coupon was created the first time you ever broke up with Chan, which of course Jeonghan had to have been there for too. You were obsessed with your boyfriend at the time, when weren’t you, so you were devastated. You were bawling out your eyes, questioning the world how he could do this to you. All the young, sad, hopeless romantic stuff. This prompted Jeonghan the opportunity to propose ‘the coupon’.

It entails one night of meaningless sex, no questions, with both consenting parties and no further discussion about the sex after. It's like it never happened. Both you and Jeonghan had this coupon, an invisible one, promised by the sincerity of word, and with no expiration. You never expected that you would actually use it and knew Jeonghan had enough respect for you that he wouldn’t use his. As it turns out, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Married, huh? He was too hot to be drinking alone.”

His cigarette smoke clogs the room’s air and wafts into your nose. You exhale it out, burying your naked body into the sheets. That one is one of the few things you never do like about him. He enjoys a bit of tobacco, especially after sex, so you've been told, and it just isn’t something you could overlook in a partner. You dismissed Jeonghan as an option for a romantic partner long ago.

Digressing, that isn’t the point. Jeonghan isn't the issue, you are and your shit love and sex life. It has become so shit that you're fucking your best friend of all people to…relieve it. It has become codependency at some point: you and sex.

“I feel so stupid. What is wrong with me?”

Jeonghan digs the remains in his personal ashtray, and lays his head against the palms behind him on the pillows, turning to your side in concern. “Nothing is wrong with you, there’s never been anything wrong with you. You know that.”

You scoff back dubiously at him, “Yeah, do I? Can you just open up a window, please?”

He rolls his eyes and obliges, sliding out of bed, and exposing what he has, or lack thereof, underneath. His lean back side faces you as the duvet drops from his limbs, his fair and flawless skin that looked tempting and smooth to the touch, almost too perfect to mark. You shield your eyes away as if you hadn’t already seen all of it, all of him, all of last night. 

“With clothes please.”

He chuckles as if he knows what you’re thinking. “It’ll be quick.”

You know this would be something he’d have to hold against you, hence why you could’t even dream of doing this in the first place, but actions speaks louder than words. Nothing has been going right for you that night and the last thing you want is for you to get someone in a goddamn relationship involved. It's time to cut your losses.

He cracks open the window, nothing big, just enough that smoke can pass through, but not enough to give a view. Eyes still resisting his presence, you feel him join you back in bed, gazing back at you, and it was nice. “Want to go another round?”

You give him a knowing grin, “Coupon only entails one night.”

“Says who?” He retorts back with a cheeky smile.

“Said you when you made it up. It’s morning right now. I’m sure you understand the concept of time.”

He draws himself a little closer to you, the intimacy he offers all too enticing to reject. “I can make an exception. Sounds like you need it. A little TLC.”

He pairs your hips together, flaccid cock now twitching against your thigh. His lips push pressure against yours, hand running over your shape, a low satisfied hum leaving his lips. A soft moan escapes you as you kiss him back, and you get a light sensation in your body that makes you feel weightless, everything is where you needed it to be. Somehow, Jeonghan sensed that. “You look even pretty like this…how do you do that?”

“What, like with bed head and dehydrated skin?” You chuckle against his lips.

“Yeah, even then,” he whispers with a smile.

He throws you in his lap, and a girlish squeal emits on your end. Lips attach to one another once again, and you find yourself indulging more of his time. You ride his body, his length’s warmth plunged in your core, unmoving, but pleasurable even without. He let you use him, easing your tension instead of building it up, touching you, and offering you nothing but bliss. It was sweet, Jeonghan always is. 

“Oh, Jeonghan…”

And he was the best friend you could ask for.

“You feel so good,” you giggle helplessly, cupping his cheeks.

Your hips move fluidly, melting into each other like the richest butter. His hands cradle your breasts, massaging them like warm dough meant to be carefully kneaded. There was something comforting, something reassuring, that you couldn’t help but appreciate. It gives you a certain high, a somewhat calming one that blurs your senses, it's a high in your body that could only do good.

Was it mind-numbing sex? No, but it's what you've been craving.

He then slides down his hands to cup your ass, working his knuckles in your flesh, squeezing their pillowy cushion. Your moans surprisingly comes out so naturally. You repeat his name like a mantra, all while Jeonghan’s head throws back into his pillows, grunting, whining, doing whatever he was doing because whatever it was, it didn’t matter. You like hearing his voice, new yet familiar, crying out to you, obsessing over you, making you feel desired like you mean something.

“You feel so fucking good…” Even when he was cussing, it was heavenly. Cathartic even.

You have this airy way you laugh and you can't help it. It blended with the movement of your hips, harboring a climax between your thighs. Jeonghan was gonna remember this and all of last night for a long time. “Yes, yes, mmh, Jeonghan…”

With a permanent smile on his face, he watches you double over as you cum all over his rubber-coated cock and his hands embrace your sweaty backside. He listens to your shaky breath, orgasming ostentatiously loud in his ears. Adrenaline is rushing through his body at the same time his hot cum is rushing out.

He paints the inside of his rubber white, elevating his heart rate. Still smiling, he takes deep breaths, remembering to breathe, “Fuck, I’m gonna need another cig.”

You stop the session there, after a nice hot shower anyways (Jeonghan coming by to save water), rejecting his offer for breakfast saying you had places to be, but kiss him goodbye--rather slowly with tobacco and spearmint fresh on his tongue. It all ends at that. Never to be spoken of again. At least you hope.

“Hi.”

You falter in your steps, turning to see another familiar face walking down the stairs to the front lobby, looking like he’s ready for a good day’s work in a nice button-down and slacks. It's a sight to see considering you have only seen it in pictures before, but he really does clean up well. 

“Morning. Sleep well?” You ask in an attempt to make some light conversation.

Soonyoung quietly laughs to himself, noticing how the awkwardness radiates off your body or was there something else that had you absolutely glowing? “I think I slept alright. You?”

“Oh, uh…”

What do you even say? Didn’t get much sleep because I was busy filling up a bodily cavity that has nothing to do with teeth?

“Wait, none of my business,” he laughs off, and that relieves you, “I’ll see you around.”

You nod him goodbye, awkwardly so but as normal as possible, which wasn’t very likely. Nevertheless, it could've gone worst and for that, you were grateful it didn’t. One wrong move last night, you would’ve been a homewrecker--twice, and he didn’t make that any easier for you. Maybe you really did need some time away from sex like Jeonghan first suggested, but were you really one to listen?

The sex was a good distraction from things other than your break up, if anything your break up was a distraction for something else: the failing economy. You're lucky enough to have some money from your previous job--which went nowhere may you add--to pull through for the next few months, but you promised yourself that you’d find a new, a better job in no time. Easier said than done and what have you been doing? Quite literally, fucking around.

You’re gonna be done with that, for now anyway.

And it was nothing to flush out-of-control sex hormones like an artisanal cup of coffee while you job search on your laptop in a cute little cafe. This was a nice change of pace. And you totally weren’t catching the glances at the cute head barista, whose name you found out to be Vernon by the way.

Okay, no. No, no. Back to it.

You’ve look on endless worksite pages and have already applied to a few electronically, but none that scream to you that it's your calling, not that anything ever did. In the past, you’ve worked jobs to get by and most recently landed one that paid the most out of anyone, but as most companies went, it made its employees drone on to an endless cycle of work-life imbalance. Probably why it took so long to realize your relationship was going to shit.

It's then your phone rang and fate played with you once again while you were in the middle of tittering between the job search and fantasizing about getting fucked in the breakroom by the brown-eyed barista. No doubt, your savior was on the other line ready to pull you away from this horny limbo. “Hey, Gyu. What’s up?”

“I need help from a good, good friend.”

Your nose scrunches at the tone of voice, contorting your lips anxiously. It was warm and inviting, for Mingyu anyway, but in a way, that ulterior motives were clear as day. “Okay, what the fuck, you sound creepy. What is it?”

“Now don’t be…hostile, but—“

“I hate this idea already.”

He lightly laughs on the other line. “I need a date for a Wedding.”

You sigh, already know where this is going. “It better not be the one I’m thinking of.”

“It might be.”

“Kim Mingyu.”

“Okay, Okay,” he answers defensively, “I know it sounds bad, but…I promise I won’t…do much.”

Mingyu is many things and has questionable actions but none without reason. He and his ex has been in an on-and-off relationship and just when they’re in their off stage, she’s off getting married. He couldn’t believe it at first, hell, he couldn’t believe he was getting cheating on at first either. It's the first time he feels helpless in, well, ever.

“Are you seriously asking me to be your date for your ex’s wedding? Jinni. That ex. With the guy she cheated on you with. And you want me involved. Why?”

“I’ll pay you.” He bargains curtly.

You admit, hearing that may have intrigued you.

“I don’t want your stupid Scrooge McDuck money.”

“Three grand.”

Fuck. 

You resist, digging into the flesh of your thigh. “…I don’t want your stupid three grand either.”

“Five grand.”

Man, you hated this guy. “Or your five grand.”

“Seven!”

Your eyes shoot open. “Stop shouting numbers!”

“Fine, Eight.”

You cup your phone’s speaker, worried as if some bystander can hear, “Shut up already, fine. I’ll help you…And send the 8k to my bank. You know which one. I’ll be there soon.”

You quickly hang up and shut your laptop close. You exhale a breath of relief, knowing you’d be able to pay off your expenses for a good few extra months and maybe get a nice dinner out of this too, hoping this doesn’t become a habit. You throw your things into your bag and toss the empty coffee cup in the trash, grabbing the attention of Vernon, the barista, hurrying from behind the counter.

“Wait!” He stops you before you can leave, fiddling with something in his fingers.

“Yes?” You answer curiously.

An awkward smile cracks on his face, and you notice how he’s even more pretty up close when he can meet your eyes. “Did you happen to read what’s on the cup?”

You're confused by his question. “You mean my order?”

“Oh, no. Um. I left my number.” He confesses.

“Oh. I'm sorry, I actually didn’t see that.”

“It’s okay! Um, here actually.” He hands you the cafe's business card with a few holes already punched out and a hastily written number on the side, “Buy 5 more drinks and get two for free. One for you and one for me when you call the number on it.”

Okay, that was admittedly cute.

You bashfully laugh, accepting the card, “I’ll think about it. Thank you.” 

You see him wave you bye when you leave and watch you walk out of sight so he can finally head back to his station. You look a little closer at the business card, endeared by the little cat drawing he drew next to his number, before stuffing it into the depths of your tote bag. “I hope that guy gets the meet-cute person he’s looking for. Sadly, it won’t be with me.”

The road to Mingyu’s place is strenuous as ever and you stand amongst architecturally beautiful steps leading you to his staff greeting you as you walk past them, smiling pristinely as they always have. It was haunting, almost. You’ve come by enough to familiarize yourself with the trail to his bedroom, finding him surprising you with an array of formal dresses he already had ready for you. Always like him to want to play dress up when he calls you out for these kinds of favors. You can’t help but scoff, crossing one arm over the other. 

“There’s no way you could’ve predicted I’d say yes.”

He struts over you in unadulterated confidence, peering at you with raised brows and an amused smile. “Of course, I did. You’ve always said yes to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you follow him by the hand to join him by the clothing racks, seeing him already sorting through the variety. “Yeah, well, you always somehow know I’m in desperate need of money. Lucky you.”

He turns to you, a condescending pout on his lip, “Don’t worry about a thing. Daddy’s got you.”

“You call yourself that one more time, I’ll make sure you won't get to be a father any time soon.”

You met Mingyu through Jeonghan, and it didn’t take long to realize you and he are on complete opposite sides of the class spectrum. He comes from polo practices and ate from the finest silverware, while you go by day by day, living off your resources (here came Mingyu). Jeonghan knows a lot of different kinds of people and you wonder how he could ever keep up. Especially this Mingyu.

This guy reeks of charm and money. He's chiseled like a young god and living up to his status and name, he got almost anything he's wanted. Even having people falling at his feet without trying. You were almost convinced once. Almost. In fact, you’re the real exception. You saw through that obnoxiously perfect ruse. You saw an overly confident man that needed someone to humble him, so you became his friend. Maybe his only friend that tolerates more than what his money offers.

“One ass squeeze.”

“No.”

The tall man nudges your side, walking arm in arm, “It’ll make it more believable.”

You nudge him back twice as hard, hard enough to bruise, “2 kisses, and you can put your arm on my shoulders at any point of the night. I find that more than reasonable.”

He gives you a deadpan look before drawing his lips to your ear. “All that and one kiss with tongue.”

“Over your dead body.” You respond, gritting your teeth.

He snickers, tightening his grip. “Didn’t know you were into that—Hey gang!” He did not just—“This is my girlfriend, isn’t she pretty?”

You display a firm grin, playing along his sick facade, “Gyu, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

Eight thousand dollars. Tonight you cost eight thousand dollars, so you're going to act that way. You sway in the finest silk and stood by Mingyu every hour of that night, painfully grinning from ear to ear, playing up the role of his girlfriendly flawlessly just enough to get the stink eye from the bride herself. You pretend to feed each other, and called each other disgusting pet names, all while trying not to visibly cringe from the over-the-top cosplay.

“It’s only been a short while, but we just get each other. Like I’ve known her for thousands of lifetimes. We’re just perfect together, aren’t we, Pookie?”

“Mmh- hmm.”

He kisses your cheek chastely, hand gorilla-gripping your hip, and you knock him back to his senses with your side, catching him before he falls. “You make me so happy, doll face.”

‘Kill me’, you thought to yourself.

Somewhere in the midst past the wedding food you could never buy yourself or the name-brand wedding favors that you may have swiped more than one of, a man in an earpiece can’t seem to take his eyes off you like he isn’t even trying. You take a peek at him and recognized him instantly, even in a foreign get-up.

His hair is styled better than it was the last you saw him and sporting a suit that fits not only him delectably but the theme to a tee. Once again, you can’t seem to escape the grasp of ‘to be determined last name’ Soonyoung. He meets your eyes, looking as if he’s wanting to undress and devour you in your very seat, and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. You cross one leg over the other, clenching your warmth, and greet him politely with your eyes from your designated spot until he’s walking over and joining you.

He stands before you tall and daunting, unlike the warm smile on his face, “I thought that was you.” 

His presence urges you out of your seat in a flash, having you smooth out the wrinkles of your dress, “Soonyoung. I’m just as surprised as you are. Didn’t think you’d be planning this wedding too.”

“Well, the Chois wanted the best,” he chuckles with pride, “You look…incredible by the way.”

You feel your body flush at the single compliment, or maybe it’s the eyes that can’t help but draw you in so effortlessly.

“She should, she’s with me tonight, ” Mingyu stands from his seat with his hand out, staring down at him, “Kim Mingyu. And I have it, you're Kwon Soonyoung? Quite the event you helped plan.”

Soonyoung shrugs, making himself to come off as humble, but fails while doing so. He glances your date's open hand and soon takes it in his, sharing a firm handshake. “All ideas of the bride and groom, I assure. I’m just doing the heavy lifting, Nice to meet you, Mingyu.” 

Their eyes locked in with each other, having some sort of emasculating stare-down, pointlessly battling for dominance, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You end it quickly by making your presence known, tugging Mingyu’s arm to keep up the ruse and serving Soonyoung an innocent smile. “It was nice seeing you, Soonyoung.”

He lets Mingyu go, sticking the hand in his pocket and reciprocating your kind approach. “You too. Hope the next time is sooner than I hope and with less of a crowd.”

Soonyoung takes his leave, tending to his duties as the wedding planner, leaving you and Mingyu alone with more than enough questions from your curious date.

“What the fuck was that,” Mingyu pesters with an excited gasp.

“Shut up, nothing.”

MIngyu doubts that. “He was literally eye fucking you when I’m right here. Pookie, you sex fiend.”

“Shut the hell up,” you harshly whisper, “We had one night, I’d hardly call that fiendish behavior.”

“After all this, I want deets. When, where, and how long and thick?”

You pinch the flesh of his thigh, seeing him wince the tighter you squeeze, “I am not painting you a full picture, you pervert.”

Mingyu makes a point to bother you about it every time eyes aren’t on you, poking fun about ‘how much fun you must’ve had,’ or asking how ‘long he lasted,’ earning a kick under the table every time. Otherwise, you act like the perfect little girlfriend , sticking to Mingyu’s side like a fly in a sticky trap, drawing attention from more than the jealous bride.

Soonyoung keeps a steady eye on your every move, noticing what you eat, don't eat, laugh at for how long, or how close you're pressed up against Mingyu’s shoulder. You're his for a night and some change, but he could not stand the way you touched the guy. Your body and face exuded class that this guy can never compare. Soonyoung can have you writhing under his tongue, crying under his lips, screaming at the occupancy of his cock, but you can't. You're here with ‘what’s his face’ instead of cumming to the sound of his voice. He can’t have that. He isn’t going to.

In the company of others, you try ignoring the fact that Soonyoung is mere meters away, testing your patience, but he has already plagued your thoughts. You know better than to stray from your mission tonight, eight thousand dollars is on the line. To the best of your ability, you place your attention on Mingyu. That is until an unknown caller pops up on your phone screen while it vibrates. By pure instinct, you look up to find the very man you were trying to avoid from across the room, gesturing you to pick it up while his own is held up to his ear.

You smile sheepishly at Mingyu’s friends, excusing yourself from the table and taking the call privately as you walk away. Mingyu questions you for a moment but lets you see how much in a hurry you are, and smiles to himself. Once you were alone, you eyes shift from the floor to Soonyoung. “How’d you get my number?”

“I asked Jeonghan.”

“And he just gave it to you?” You ask, arching a brow in interest.

“He said no.” You snort at that. “So I looked through his Instagram, searched for your name, and voila, found your profile. Not safe for you to have your contact on public, may I say.”

You let out an amused hum, watching him walk your same pace in a pathless direction. “Wow, stalker much?”

“I figured since you came to my place unannounced, pretending to not know who I am, I’d consider us even,” he voices, laughing.

“Okay, okay. So why’d you call if you’re standing like 20 feet away from me?”

You stand parallel away from each other smiling, hearing his soft chuckles under his breath.

“Just wanted to say…you look really, really good tonight.”

You roll your eyes, “You already said that.”

“Thought it might come off more sincere if I told you more personally.”

You bite your lip, playing with the pocket of your dress with your free hand. “Well, thank you.”

“I’d really like to take…a closer look…maybe relive that night we first met…” he draws out that final statement suggestively, a familiar glint in his eye that you remember had you on your knees for him in an empty stairwell.

“Do you?” You can’t help but entertain.

“I bet I could make you cum harder now than I did that night.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull from that, cupping your phone speaker and look around to make sure no one else had heard that. You stare back at him in shock, and quite frankly, arousal, “Soonyoung, oh my god. You have a girlfriend.”

His eyes look off into the distance for a moment before training back on you. “We…ended things. Probably for good.”

The relief enters your body so quickly you forget to breathe and you clutch your phone to your ear, staring back at him more intently. “...So you’re just, what, booty calling me? In the middle of work?”

“Would that be so wrong? Your date isn’t exactly…entertaining you. Let me entertain you. That is in my job description.”

“I doubt that means fucking your guests,” you playfully argue, “Even if I said yes, where would we even do that?”

He arches a brow, confidence splays on his face, “You think a wedding planner wouldn’t have rented a room in the wedding’s hotel for emergencies?”

You step behind a pillar, finally finding a comfortable level of privacy, “You want me that bad you’ll leave your post just to have sex?”

He laughs behind an identical pillar. You both stand away from the rambunctious guests, focus each other like you were the only two left in the room. He speaks directly into the mic of his phone, and you can hear the sincerity in the way he speaks. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I laid my eyes on you tonight. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

You sigh, scanning his body from where you stood, licking your lips at how the suit hugs his body perfectly, and despite being drastically into the club outfit he once had on, this suit also did wonders to his figure. Soonyoung has an effect on you, one you aren't willing to admit, but the word ‘no’ would not just not roll off the tongue like it should’ve. “...I can’t do that now, can I?”

It didn’t take long for you to follow him to the empty room he mentioned, nor did he take long to push you up against a wall and crash his lips into yours in a feverish kiss. His hands roam the shape of you, slamming back at your hips belligerently back against the wall. He creeps through the convenient slip of your dress to immediately claim your sopping cunt underneath your drenched panties. You moan at that, feeling his digits draw a full layer of arousal to meet his knuckles and his deep snickers coat your ears. “You’re so fucking wet. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me too.”

His cock is hard against your thigh, fingers hooked up to meet your entrance. Lips against yours, he helps himself to slick through your moisture and eventually finds himself at home inside. Your stomach tenses up in reaction to the sensation as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back to your skull, while your nails dig into his quality dress shirt.

You nod at him with a hazy gaze, choking up at the drought withstanding in your throat, “I have, especially in that suit, made me want to rip it right off of you.”

He smiles at you expectantly, pressing his cheek to yours intimately. A sweet smile creeps on his face in contrast to the words that escape his lips. “Oh, can't even contain yourself the few minutes I’m around. Dirty slut.”

A thumb pressed to your clit, and you shift your legs, pressing your lips together to muffle your moans, “Mmh, couldn’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth or buried in my pussy…” 

“You should see how you look like when you need me. How fucking desperate you’re sounding. What is it? He can’t make you cum, can he? Can’t make you scream his name like I do?”

He’s thrusting his fingers, the speed gradually picking up, and your fist slams against the wall behind you to his rhythm, your voice rich in lust, music to his ears. “Mingyu can’t fuck you like I can…we both know it…so say it. Say how bad you want me.”

You gasp for breath, clenching your core, drowning in a state of euphoria that you haven’t felt since the night you hooked up with Soonyoung last. His brass language differs from his normally kind nature had you enthralled in a way you hadn’t before and it scares you. You know thoughts of Soonyoung will only ever plague your mind from that moment on and despite knowing it, you can’t imagine telling him otherwise. Instead of denying such a feeling, you let your entrancement speak for you.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want to ruin me, I want you to fuck me, no one can fuck me like you or your dick does...”

He can’t help but match your manic grin, pressing a hungry kiss against you, letting go with your bottom lip caught in his teeth. His fingers pull away from your heat, settling against your tongue before your lips wrap around it, tasting the nectar you bare. “You’re just the perfect little cock holder, aren’t you? Bed, face down, now.”

He pushes against the mattress, biting the metal of the dress's zipper before pulling down and revealing your backside. He takes the same path up with his tongue, a long stripe licked up your spine before his lips land on your ear. His hands pick up your dress straps and pull them off your shoulders, slipping you out of your dress before kicking it aside. Your legs hang off the mattress like a limp rag doll and Soonyoung makes sure your ass presses against his crotch, boner poking through his slacks.

His hips rub into you assertively, hands kneading your breasts, tweaking your nipples, while his belt’s cold metal digs into your skin. You whine at that, pushing your back into him, feeling his hot chuckles make the hairs on your neck stand.

“Don’t make me have to handle you. I don’t fuck with brats, remember?”

He’s rough pulling down your panties, instinctively finding the oozing entrance made his fingers fit like a puzzle. The palm of his hand slaps against your bare cheeks as he rams his fingers, just as intoxicatingly so moments ago. You bite down your moans in the duvet, perking your ass higher, and before you have time to process it, he buries his face in your divide. His tongue divulges between your cheeks and softly giggles in your warmth, fingers playing with your wet folds and clit that just makes your toes curl.

“Soonyoung!” You helplessly yelp and your weak form sinks into the sheets in a hot sweat, recognizing a development that you had yet realize until now.

His hand claps against your cheeks, muscle lost in your taste, stranded and victim to cum threatening to seep out your body. You writhe beneath, only encouraging him more, as your voice aches in torment and your thighs pressed against his face in utter submission. Tears swell up in your eyes the faster he thrusts, the deep he thrust, defiling you completely. That was when Soonyoung learn how much louder you can be when you submit to him completely. It's like he had you screaming bloody murder. That makes him swell up in pride.

“Fuck…me, Soonyoung…” You hold a hand to your abdomen, throwing your voice out to bounce off the walls, jerking your posterior back onto Soonyoung’s mouth and covering his tongue, the taste in his mouth shifting in a millisecond, but not any less scrumptious.

He licks up the last bit, sucking the remaining off his fingers, and flips you on your back. He towers over you, perspiration built up on his forehead, neck, and even leaking through his shirt. Not an ounce of remorse on his face, he takes his used fingers to pry your mouth open, dropping a long translucent trail of salvia and cum on the center of your tongue. He reconnects with your lips, feeling the vicious liquid stain his cheeks, and flavoring you mouth before he whispers, “swallow,” against your lips. You listen and do as you’re told, earning his praise immediately after.

“Good girl,” he compliments, kissing you more, this time tenderly and forgiving, only to pull away to pick up his jacket off the ground, fixing himself in the mirror.

You blink at him in confusion, still exhausted and drained, you start to sit up from the bed, watching him toss the outerwear back on his body, “W-what are you doing? Your clothes are still on.”

Soonyoung scoffs all smug, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection, “You can't honestly believe me I’d get myself hot and sweaty in the middle of my work.”

“But—“

“But nothing,” he retorts, “I’m going back to the wedding, finishing my job, and you are going back to your date.”

You lay in disbelief, glaring at the man that dragged you into the first place, “You aren’t seriously leaving me here. You didn’t even—you brought me here, finish what you started.”

“I will…after work.” He picks up your abandoned dress on the ground to you, shielding your naked body. “Clean up, regroup with Mingyu, and hands to yourself. It'll be midnight before you know it.”

“Midnight?” You agitatedly repeat.

“You’ll wait, you’re a good girl, I know you can. You have my number and my address. See you soon.”

Now Soonyoung is the one to leave you baffled, naked, and questioning your life choices. Is this how he felt when you left him that morning after?

There isn’t much to do now but move back on with the plan. You fix yourself in the bathroom of the rented room and try containing yourself despite your previous events. Mingyu has been blowing your phone the moment you're out of his sight and has quickly drag you to his side the moment you reunite.

“Where the hell have you been?” he says in a panic, figuring you probably had your fun, but soon realize that meant his reputation is in possible jeopardy.

“Time got away from me, sorry.”

“Well, snap out of it. We have a show to put on.”

By the time you got back, you're visibly distracted, not on your ‘A game’ for the appearances you're trying to keep up. Mingyu makes sure to up the ante to not raise suspicion, quietly reminding you whose attention you're supposed to be on tonight. Gradually, you realign yourself to the situation, your acting skills improving as time passed, but not without the Soonyong burning a hole into your ploy you have with your fake boyfriend. The very thought gnaws at your brain knowing he's watching, it even set in your mind that he is no doubt jealous. That has planted a dirty thought in your head, one that you can never come back from depending on the outcome.

Your body moves faster than your head when you claim Mingyu’s face in your hands. In a swift cinematic move, you pull his face against yours and meet his lips, languidly moving them for show. You feel his eyes flutter shut as he reciprocates, now following after as your lips part ways to clash with his tongue in an obvious fashion, and you explore his mouth to taste tonight’s dinner and sparkling champagne. You take your time to savor the moment before pulling away from your date, eyes center on the man directly behind Mingyu an ocean away, clenching a notepad sheet in his fist.

Mingyu can’t help but flush in pleasant surprise, softly holding your wrists to gently set your hands against your lap, “What was that for?”

It's your turn to look smug and you meet Soonyoung’s eyes in a knowing smile before answering. “Just something that will get me in trouble later.”

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Cole MacGrath SFW Alphabet

Hello! This took me a long time, but here is my headcanons SFW alphabet for what I think Cole MacGrath would be like as a boyfriend.

Here's the link to the alphabet if you want to make your own!

Now, here's the SFW alphabet (with a little hint of spice.) Hope you brought some popcorn, it's a long read.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When it comes to affection, Cole MacGrath is a very affectionate man, though how he shows it and where depends on his karmatic mindset. Good Cole is more open to the more traditional cutesy-wootsy PDAs. Forehead kisses, holding hands, being a playful tease, that kind of stuff. Evil Cole’s brand of PDA is less cute and wholesome. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll be more tender in public if he senses that’s what you need, but the way he does PDA is very flirty and meant to fluster. Arm around the shoulder, teasing whispers in the ear, grabbing your ass, things like that. He likes to see your face burn and listen to you stutter.

Behind closed doors, it’s a whole ‘nother animal.

It is away from prying eyes that Cole lowers his guard and lets himself shower you in affection. Kisses, cuddles, words of love and adoration, the man has a lot of love to give. Especially since he thought he’d never have someone to love after the loss of Trish. One of his love languages is physical touch, and he’s a believer in “actions speak louder than words.” All he wants to do is hold you close to him, to feel you, to know you are real and to have the peace of mind that while in his arms, you’re safe from danger. Good or Evil, Cole wants you to give you his love.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Befriending Cole in the beginning would be a bit tricky, he’s slow to trust thanks to the hell he went through back in Empire City. There’s also the fact that people might want to get close to him for the simple fact his has powers and nothing more, seeing him as a status symbol of sorts. Karma also plays a role too. Good Cole is a little more polite while Evil Cole… Not so much. Evil Cole would be the tougher nut to crack as he knows he has a lot of enemies and they could be desperate enough to send somebody to befriend him so they can get close and hurt him. You want to befriend him? Gotta do a couple of things,

Treat him like a person. This goes without saying, but a lot of people just see Cole for his powers and his reputation, be they starstruck fans or people stricken with fear. Even Kuo and Nix to an extent kinda view him like this, though not as bad. The only one who really sees the man behind the powers is Zeke. So try to not let the colored sparks blind you and see the man behind the storm. See him as Cole MacGrath. Just treat him like a normal person because at the end of the day, he still is human. Even a small effort to get to know him will mean a lot to him.

Get Zeke’s seal of approval. Speaking of Zeke, another thing you want to do is to win Zeke over. Don’t do it exclusively as Cole might see it as you using Zeke to get to him, but do try and get along with Zeke. Zeke knows Cole like the back of his hand and so his opinion will hold a bit of weight. If you're lucky, Zeke might even help you get your foot in the door and introduce you to Cole. So hang out with the two and see what happens.

As for how the Electric Man is as a best friend? You need not look further than the dynamic between him and Zeke. Playful, joking, mischievous and is just as happy laying back and relaxing with a couple of beers and a movie as he is running around on the roof or causing mayhem. Juuuust watch your back if Cole and Zeke decide to team up, the two are pranksters and together they are double trouble, though Cole will be more than happy to help you pull a prank on Zeke from time to time.

Basically, Cole’s a mischievous lil shit and you wouldn’t want him any other way.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I hope you like cuddles, because this man, regardless of karma, is a fucking octopus. To say he’s touch-starved is an understatement. Any time it’s just you and him (maybe if Zeke’s around too), you two are gonna be hogging the couch in a hard-core cuddle session. It’s one of the few times you’ll get to see a genuine gentle smile from him as he holds you close or you hold him close. If you’re on him, your head is on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and his breathing, if you lay him on your chest, he grips you close and listens to yours. It’s physical, irrefutable proof that you’re here, you’re real. That he isn’t in some dream that he’ll wake up from and see that he’s alone. Hearing your heart might even make him tear up a little as he feels the pain and the weight lift off his shoulders.

Cole prefers to be the big spoon, so he can hold you close, but he won’t object to being the little spoon from time to time.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Now this is something that will differ GREATLY depending on karma, but the beginning is the same. At first, Cole is hesitant to settle down. After what happened with Trish, he’s got some scars that run deep and with so many enemies and so few friends, settling down is the last thing on his mind. Over time, things do change.

Good Cole is more likely to settle down, being the more responsible of the two. Once he feels that he has some form of normalcy back in his life, he feels he can try again to have the American dream of having a home, a family, the lot. It’s what he originally wanted in life after all.

Evil Cole is less interested in settling down, he’s a wild spirit and I hope you can keep up with that. Always on the move and always causing chaos, there is no white picket fence for him. He's a hellraiser through and through and he wants you to be riding shotgun with him. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't want some simple pleasures, just know that you two will probably be semi-nomadic.

Regardless of karma, domestic life is… Interesting. Cole's relationship with electronics is dicey to say the least, so expect to either A. be the one handling the electronics or B. visits from Zeke to either repair what Cole accidentally broke or modify it so that he can use it. You'll most likely be the one doing most of the cooking as electricity and stoves don't often mix, unless you have a gas stove, but don't think that Cole isn't gonna help out. He'll make sure things are prepped so all you have  to do is cook it and if there's something that doesn't involve putting the house at risk of a fire, he's all over that. He's actually a decent cook! Cleaning is where he makes up for having slight issues with the cooking appliances, while he's not a neat freak, he will do the heavy load of cleaning responsibilities, even though he has to do it the analog way. Even in domestic life, there's never a dull moment with Cole MacGrath. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oof, one of two things must have happened to make Cole want to break up with you. Either A. You and he just aren't compatible or B. You screwed the pooch and betrayed him. Karma plays a big role here too.

If you two are simply incompatible, Good Cole will be polite about it, but he won't sugar-coat it either. He's straight to the point. Rip the bandage off so that both of you can get to healing. No point in dancing around an issue. Evil Cole is just as straight-forward, but a lot more blunt and brutal. You're not what he was wanting and that's that. Serious owch.

However… If you make the mistake of betraying Cole, there's no turning back. The Demon's heart will harden and turn cold and he'll leave you in the dust. Good Cole might tell you how much you hurt him, Evil Cole will simply spit out a venom filled "we're done" and walk away if he’s feeling merciful. Either way, Cole won't be able to even look at you. He has to walk away, because with one fell swoop, you just made him hate your guts and he's not sure he'll be able to control himself if he sees you again. Don't even try to win him back. Best to walk away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When it comes to commitment in general, the Electric Man's eyes are for you and only you. Once you have his heart, even the sexually deviant Evil Cole hungers only for you. He's very loyal and expects the same from you.

As for marriage? Things get a little… Dicey. The trauma Kessler left in his wake has left Cole a bit gun-shy about tying the knot, fearing that Kessler will somehow come back and kill you, just as he did Trish, but once his fears are called, the idea isn't as scary.

Good Cole would definitely be daydreaming about the day he puts a ring on your finger and says his "I do's." It puts the goofiest damn smile on his face and you know he's gonna give you the biggest kiss when you say yes. At night, he'll worship your body and present to you a day collar to wear to.

Evil Cole is less keen on marriage because in a world gone to hell, is there really a point to getting a dumb piece of paper or getting officiated by a priest? That doesn't mean he won't spouse you up in his own special way. He's the king of the world, so of course he needs a queen. Once he asks you to be his forever and you say yes, he'll walk up behind you, rub your hips and kiss your neck before you feel a weight around your neck and hear a click. His mark of commitment? A collar for you and a necklace for him that has the key.

Regardless of karma, regardless of the state of the world. To the Demon of Empire City, you are his as he is yours and there will be a symbol that both of you will wear that symbolizes that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentleness is a bit of an interesting thing for Cole. Both versions of the Demon of Empire City can be quite gentle when it comes to you, it might be a struggle for his Evil self, but either way… You're precious to him and if you're hurting, he's there. Kissing you and holding you tenderly, whispering the words you need to hear to chase away the demons that plague you just as you chase away his. Evil Cole might have a little less tact than his good counterpart when it comes to his bluntness and words, a bit of a bull and china shop, but he always says what you need to hear. He loves you and he never wants you to doubt that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Please. For the love of God, give this man a hug. He needs it. Good Cole is more likely to give you a hug in public, but both karmas love hugs.

Behind closed doors and out of sight from all but his closest friends. Hugs are never in short supply. He'll hug you as much as you let him and he loves every second. His hugs are strong and protective. His arms are pretty much like a weighted blanket. Your head on his chest, his lips kissing the top of your head, his arms either caging your arms and wrapped around your waist. He'll gently sway as you can feel the gentle buzz of his electricity humming in his arms as your body completes a circuit. A quiet sigh escapes his lungs.

If only he could stay like this forever. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Just as Cole is slow to trust, he's slow to say the L-word as well. Even when he full well knows he's in love with you and he knows he loves you. It's because there's a deep scar in his heart. He's scared that even if he so much as whispers the L-word, something will happen and you'll be taken from him. As soon as word leaves his lips, he'll lose you, just as he lost Trish. The man's heart just can't bare the thought of losing someone again like that, but God does it eat him up. He wants to tell you he loves you sooner than he does, it's like a ticking time bomb in his chest. So he first shows you his love, you can feel it in his protective embraces, the tender kisses, the way he looks at you, he loves you so much and it's torture that he just can't say it because of that fear. Once he does say it, probably during an intimate moment and he just couldn't help but to blurt it out, it's like a dam has broken. The three words are whispered in your ear so tenderly and when he has to leave to tend to something or he ends a call, he makes sure to say "I love you" before leaving or ending a call, so should something happen to him, those are his last words to you. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I'd say when it comes to the green eyed monster, Cole can get a little jealous. It's nothing too crazy, just the normal amounts. He's got no issues if you have male friends or pets. With pets he'll get "playful jealous" but it's all in good fun, it's just him being a playful little git. He will start to get a bit iffy if he starts to feel like another man is starting to get a little too close for his liking or if he feels like you're starting to pull away, but the responses to these are honest and frank conversations and what's bothering him. Communication is key in any relationship and he knows it. So he can get a tiny bit jealous, but it's no more than what is normal. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This man LOVES kisses. Day or night, rain or shine,good or evil, in public or behind closed doors, Cole wants to give you so many kisses. They can range from gentle and sweet to deep and breath-stealing, but regardless of how, he will pour love into every single one.

On you, he loves to kiss your lips, your neck (sometimes paired with a nibble), your forehead and your chest, but let's be real here, he'll leave kisses anywhere on you.

Where he likes to be kissed? His lips, his neck, his arms, his hands (they get sore from time to time), his chest (specifically over his heart) and his scars. (I headcanon he has a lichtenberg scar over his heart he got from the blast.)

Just… Please, give this man kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

This one's a bit of a sore topic for Cole. Ever since the revelation with learning that Kessler was his future self, learning about how he has gotten married to Trish and even had a little family with two beautiful daughters before the beast destroyed everything… How Kessler robbed him of all that by killing Trish and turning his life upside down… Children aren't something he wants to think about at this current moment, it's still very painful and he would want to simply enjoy his time with you and heal that part of his heart first before he even entertains the thought of children. Though I will say Good Cole will be the one who would possibly want children down the road, but he won't be bent out of shape if you don't. Evil Cole has no interest in having kids, the chaotic world he thrives in is no place for children so it's for the best.

As for how he is with children? It depends. If they're his kids, he'd be the best dad he can be, he's a playful father, but a stern one as well. If it's someone's kid who he's close to (like Zeke), he's pretty much the fun uncle who is always getting into mischief with his niblings. If they're a random kid, he'll help them if they need it (Yes, even Evil Cole, he's not completely heartless.) But overall, he doesn't mind them. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

This depends on if he's gotten to sleep last night or not. Seeing as he has a very high energy power and most likely has PTSD, Cole has trouble falling asleep and staying asleep, so seeing him up before you wouldn’t be an uncommon sight, that and he tends to be an early-riser too. He’s usually seen doing his morning routine to get ready for the day. If you need to get up too, he’ll whisper in your ear to wake up and kiss and nibble you awake. If he got a proper sleep however… He’s not as keen to leave the bed. His arms will be wrapped around you, holding you close to him and just basking in the warmth. If you try to leave the bed, you’ll find the Demon’s arms tightening and a sleep groan of protest emanating from his chest. Needless to say, you’re not getting out of bed unless you wake him.

Once you and he are up and about, it’s a surprisingly sweet affair. Lots of hugs and kisses while you two prepare for the day, talk of plans, the occasional derailment of plans if Cole’s feeling amorous. It’s very “free for all” in the mornings unless there’s a pressing matter.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights can vary, some nights, he’s down to relax and cuddle you while you two just sit and enjoy, some nights, he’s wanting to pamper you, maybe massage you if you let him, but there is no shortage of kisses and sweet words from his mouth and most likely, a slow and deep love-making session to follow. Maybe he’s all kinds of fired up, hands all over you, kisses on every part and him whispering some naughty things in your ear, you won’t be getting sleep those nights either.

Regardless of how you get into bed, sleeping can be a bit tricky. If you wore him out before or if it’s storming out, he’ll sleep like a baby, but some nights, sleep eludes him. He just can’t seem to get to sleep for whatever reason. Sometimes the sound of the Ray Sphere blast causes his ears to ring, sometimes the nightmares become too much and he spooks awake, other times, he just can’t sleep at all. He’ll apologize if he woke you with his restlessness. If you are in a deep sleep and not awoken by his fits of sleeplessness, he will hold you to his chest and cuddle you, never leaving your side unless to use the restroom or to get a drink of water. If you are having a nightmare, he will hold you tight and murmur words in your ear to help stave off the demons plaguing your mind, if you find yourself unable to sleep yourself, he’ll be happy just to hold you in comfortable silence.

He’s just happy to have someone to hold in the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Cole has a lot of pain and trauma buried away in his heart and he views it as his burden to carry, so outside of the typical stuff, it will take a long time for him to open up about the deep wounds he holds, from his past to everything that happened in Empire City. He won’t say everything at once, but he will talk about his pain when he’s alone with you. Especially if you stay up with him during the nights he can’t sleep. It’s cathartic to him to have someone else to talk to about what happened outside of Zeke. Even if you can’t understand the pain he’s suffered, he’s happy that you’re giving him a listening ear and you try to understand. Good Cole will be more apt to pour his heart out soon than Evil Cole, but either way, sometimes it’s nice to be heard.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This one varies WILDLY depending on Cole’s karmatic leaning. Overall, Cole’s a level-headed guy for the most part, but his fuse lengthens or shortens depending on the path he walks. Good Cole has the patience of a saint, calm and level-headed even when Kuo and Nix are firing off at each-other. Evil Cole has a shorter fuse, more apt to go off when he’s getting agitated, though he would make an effort to reign it in around you. But don’t think Good Cole is a doormat, far from it. If you push Good Cole too much, he will not back down and will argue too. Best thing to deal with an angry Cole is to give him space to cool down, let him calm himself and collect his thoughts before coming back and communicating the issue. There is one thing that Cole, good or evil, practices when it comes to arguments, it’s the only piece of good advice his dad ever gave him. “Never go to bed angry.” Before the day is done, Cole will make sure that you know that he loves you deeply and how precious you are to him, so you never go to bed with an aching heart.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Cole is a very intelligent and observant man, able to look at any situation and work out all consequences for specific actions. Needless to say, he remembers a lot and he uses that to his advantage. Favorite foods? Don’t be surprised to see him come up to your door with the meal in hand. Favorite color? Kept in the back of his mind so that he can get you little trinkets when the mood strikes him. Asshole Ex giving you issues and not taking the hint that you're not interested? Either said ex is gonna get a… “Talking to” or when you and he are out and about and he sees that ex? Cole will make sure he sees his arm around your hip and his lips kissing yours. Just to make sure the message sticks. Anything he notices makes your eyes light up with glee, he remembers. He especially remembers special dates like anniversaries and birthdays.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

So many moments worth remembering for Cole, but I think the one that would be burned into his mind would be when he finally says “I love you” to you for the first time. It’s truly a powerful moment for him, saying those three words. Words he thought he’d never say again outside of a quiet, mournful whisper for a love taken too soon. Words that now filled him with dread, cursed by Kessler who took Trish away. Those words already hold so much weight and power, but for the Electric Man, the weight felt crushing. All the moments before, there were so many times he wanted to tell you that. To say those three words in hopes of seeing your eyes light up with love, to hear you say it back, but whenever he tried, the words got caught in his throat, the fears welling up and stinging his tongue. Kessler’s curse mocking him.

Then one day, in one beautiful moment, the curse was broken.

Maybe it was in the throws of passion, heart connected to heart and the three words spilled from his mouth like a roar of thunder. Maybe it was a sweet moment, spoken under the lamplight after stealing your breath away with a kiss. Or maybe it was a quiet moment, where you and he were sitting on a roof, Cole holding you close to his body, keeping you warm with his heat and his jacket as you rested your head on his chest. The words slipping out in the softest of honeyed whispers.

With the words spoken, his heart would skip a beat. He finally said it, the fear of Kessler’s return clawing at his stomach, but when he saw your face when you heard those words, how it lit up, and when you said “I love you too.” The fear washed away and for the first time in a long time, the crushing weight of everything lifted. For the first time, it felt like everything was right in the world. That all was as it should be. The elation from that moment made tears prick at his eyes as he pulled you into the deepest kiss he could muster. Pouring every single ounce of love in his body into you. That moment will never leave him and he wants to sear it into your memory too. The day the Demon of Empire City said “I love you.” The first that will pave the path for many more.

Kessler’s Curse was broken, for now Cole wasn’t afraid. He won’t take you from him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hooooooooooooooh boy. You want protection? You got protection. Cole is a hurricane and you are safely nestled in the eye of the storm. Cole is a very protective boyfriend and with all the shit that’s happened to him back in Empire City. It’s understandable! Whenever you’re with him, you know you’re safe. Holding his arm, you can feel a soft hum of the electricity stored within. If the two of you travel in areas known to be quite dodgy, his eyes are on the lookout for any trouble, ready for anything. Scared of being jumped as you head to work, all you need to do is ask Cole and he’ll escort you, be it personally walking hand in hand or by following you up high on the rooftops, making sure you get to where you need to go safely. Fear bites at the back of his mind when he’s away from you, but he knows you’re an adult and can handle yourself if need be. He will let you know that if he’s away doing something and something goes awry, he’s a phone-call away and he’ll get to you as soon as he can. Are the woes mental in nature? All you need to do is to let him know what you need and he’ll do it. Evil Cole might struggle a little bit when it comes to the mental stuff, but dammit, no-one messes with his love, not even the demons that plague your mind. Both Good and Evil Cole are highly protective, but Evil Cole is more apt to go to more extreme measures sooner, he’s more possessive than Good Cole, but he has more enemies so it’s to be expected.

As for him needing protection? Physically, no. He doesn’t want you to try and protect him. He doesn’t want you getting hurt, especially with the dangers he has to deal with on the regular.To the Demon of Empire City, what he needs is a protector of the heart. Be there when he’s feeling low. Hold him close when his own demons torment him, chase them off with kisses and words of love, be by his side when he wakes in the morning. Be his asylum. His peace.

When Cole MacGrath gives you his scarred heart, protect it, as he will protect yours.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Honestly, it varies. While he is a conduit, he’s still human. When it comes to big things like anniversaries, birthdays and milestones, he’s making it his mission to make your face light up with joy. It won’t be anything lavish or over the top, but Cole will make sure it’s special for you, be it a nice dinner out or a romantic night at home, the Electric Man will make you feel like royalty. Dates he plays by ear a little bit, seeing how both you and he are feeling. Feeling like a night downtown? Get dressed and let’s go. Outdoor bonfire? He’s grabbing the blankets and firewood! Feeling lazy? Prepare for a cuddlefest. Gifts can range from big or small, but they’re always with you in mind. Everyday tasks he’d help as best as he can, but as noted before, sometimes his powers can make certain things more hazard than help, but he really does try.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a few, but I’ll name two.

Two words. BED. HOG. Cole is so used to sleeping in a sprawl somewhere that he kinda doesn’t know what personal space is when it comes to sleeping (when he can sleep). He’s like a twister in sleep too. Constantly tossing and turning unless you’ve worn him out before bedtime and are now in a cuddle. So be prepared before that.

He’s so used to sparking up his hands to relieve some of the pent up energy that it’s become a habit. So be ready for the accidental zap from him from time to time. Also, massage his hands, it helps alleviate the pins and needles in them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Cole is no more concerned about his looks than any other man is. He keeps in shape thanks to all the parkour and fighting he does, he keeps himself clean the best he can and he washes his clothes whenever he can. If it’s a date night, he’ll gussy up extra. Gotta look good for you after all.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Dear god… Cole has lost so much. His home, his family, his girlfriend… Pretty much his whole life ripped apart and shattered. He was starting to pick up the pieces when you came into his life. You helped him start to rebuild, gave him hope that maybe, just maybe… There’s still some chance of having that happiness that Kessler stole from him. Having someone by his side to love and cherish. To maybe someday start a family with (if Good Cole) or rule the world with you by his side (if Evil Cole.) If he lost you? It would utterly destroy him. This won’t stop him from living his life, but most likely he won’t try his luck again when it comes to love.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Have two!

I don’t know why, but I keep having this thought of Cole being a decent singer and casually playing guitar. Maybe he has this musical hobby because when he was young, the guitar gave him something in his life that was his to control fully. He could change anything about the song he wanted, the pitch, the tempo, the energy, it was also a great outlet for his emotions as well, probably help him a lot in his high-school days.

Remember his comment of “And I thought I was a pyro?” He wasn’t lying about that. It was something he and Zeke bonded over. Those to loved to set fire to things and whenever they could, they’d make big bonfires and boy is the 4th of July a grand ol’ time for the Demon of Empire City, especially now since he is both his own lighter and his own fireworks.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Please, do not try to interrogate him. If you want to talk to him about something, just talk to him. Trying to pull things out of him will just remind him of how his parents would interrogate him when he was young and all it will do is fire up that rebellious streak he has.

Also, pleeeeease do not get into fights like Kuo and Nix do. He already has enough to deal with when it comes to those two, he doesn’t want to deal with it at home too.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Let’s see… We covered being a sleep cuddler, a bedhog, a tornado and a slight insomniac…. Oh! Sometimes his hands wander around on you while he sleeps. Seriously though, SLEEP CUDDLER. Cole really needs cuddles.

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Sorry it was long, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[redroom-rainbowguts]

Broken

Word Count: 681

Tw: drugging

"Actions speak louder than words."

Roy squirmed against the leather holding him against the bed.

"So how about this? Until you're able to 'tell' me you'll never pull this bs again, you won't be allowed to speak at all. Does that seem fair?"

"N-No!" Roy's eyes stayed on the IV, partially because he was too scared to meet Grey's gaze, but mostly due to the mystery substance being added, turning the clear liquid a cloudy white. His stomach sank.

"I-I'm s-s-sorr-!"

"What did I just say?" Grey snapped. He'd never been this cold before. There had always been a layer of despair underneath his punishments, no matter how harsh, but now? It felt like an entirely different person. If this was still an expression of love, it was deathly cold. Tears bubbled down Roy's cheeks. He shook his head.

"Look at me." Grey grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze up. "Just because the world was cruel to you, that doesn't give you the right to hurt others." He let out a slow, shaky breath. "Especially the one person who wants to see you safe and happy."

Roy opened his mouth to speak- rather, he tried. His jaw was locked in place. He paled.

"I told you." Grey tapped the IV drip. "You'll have to find some other way to fix your mistake. You have a few hours in the bed, that should give you plenty of time to figure it out while I go talk to the police. Sound good?"

Roy shrank further into himself, forcing a stiff nod. Grey smiled, but his face still lacked the passion Roy had developed a bittersweet attachment to over the last several months. Grey left him alone, punctuating his exit with the flick of the light switch. Darkness. Again. The prospect of Grey coming back was terrifying. After all, if he couldn't make it up to him.... Roy was no stranger to just how intense Grey's reprimands could be, and today proved they'd only grazed the tip of the iceberg. But even worse was the nagging fear that Grey *wouldn't* come back. His mistake had somehow destroyed the terrifyingly unconditional love Grey had shown him. Alone, voiceless, strapped down, Roy would die if he never came back. He had no life without him. There would never again be freedom without Grey.

That last thought bounced around his head, echoing louder and louder. Like it or not, he *needed* Grey. Desperately. His heart picked up speed. What if Grey was arrested? Would anyone care enough to look for the victim? The police had no problem returning Roy to a family who wanted nothing more than to see him destroyed, why should now be any different? Grey was the only one who ever really cared. And he'd tried to run. Fuck.

The darkness of the basement danced with that of sleep until finally the light flicked back on. Roy would have run to Grey's arms had his own limbs been free.

"Excited to see me?" Grey's voice, though wary, no longer carried the same strain as before. Roy nodded. Fresh tears stained his cheeks as he nuzzled into Grey's chest. Grey in turn pressed his lips to his forehead. He wiped Roy's hair from his face.

"That's all I needed to see, dearest." Grey smiled. His real smile. It had barely been a day, but God how Roy had missed it. Grey tenderly removed the needle from his arm. "The effects should wear off in a couple days, but until then I'm afraid you'll still be unable to talk. Roy didn't care. He was safe. He was loved. With Grey, he was free.

[line-of-fire]

Thinking about Phoenix and the language she uses, or rather, doesn’t use. About how words used to come so easily for her, before the amnesia, that she was the sort of person to almost always know the right thing to say to help someone in need, who could vocalize her thoughts clearly and accurately.

About how while Phoenix couldn’t ever know about that skill she had, she still acutely feels that loss. How sometimes she’ll fight against the aphasia by trying to force the words, by trying to duplicate and produce language that just slips further out of reach the more she tries to take hold of it, like sand in clenched fists.

How it’s led to her being selective with her words most days, partly because it’s easier, partly because she’s been forced to recognize and acknowledge that she can only put out so much.

Thinking about how her silence could easily be interpreted as her being rude or standoffish, or even hostile (which she isn’t, not really. Just prefers the isolation to letting people close, to being faced with questions for which she only has lies for answers. Prefers it to the risk of her condition being taken advantage of), when in reality she just doesn’t have the energy to fight for the words for people she doesn’t know.

Thinking about how body language and eyes have become all that more easier for her to communicate with + read. about how loaded her own actions can seem, especially if it’s with someone she really does care for. Because she can convey so much more with a hand on the shoulder or a soft glance, and without the delays that attempting to use her words oftentimes brings.

Actions speak louder than words, after all.

But at the same time, the very act of speaking can be defeaning when it’s coming from Phoenix, from the scorched bird whose pen has long run dry of ink. Because it isn’t as easy for her as it should be, even for her native languages that she finds that familiar comfort in. Her loss in ability just puts that much more value in what she does say.

[sunflowerdarlingx]

would u write a bill weasley 18+ where the reader lets bill “use” them at the full moon ?

“Innocent angel”

Hi <3 I hope this is okay! 

Female Reader 

Warnings: fingering, oral (female and male recieving), unprotected sex, mention of male masturbation.

Minors DNI

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The time leading up to each full moon was always different for Bill. He was still getting used to the incredibly difficult change that occurred and, unlike Remus, he still had a lot to experience. 

The full moon was in two days, Bill and Y/N were currently making their way into the order headquarters. Bill hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Y/N, from simply holding her hand, to passionate lust filled kisses but he never went any further. This confused Y/N because the two weren’t strangers to sex, especially during the full moon. Usually Bill loved nothing more than filling her with his cum, but now the second things got too heated he would stop and excuse himself. 

Usually the 5 days leading up to the full moon would be spent locked away together. Bill would get quite possessive in those five days and would keep Y/N close and remind her who she belonged to. 

Y/N went over to speak to Tonks and Remus but Bill pulled her back, “Where do you think you’re going?” he said lowly in her ear. 

“Just going to say hi, ask how Remus is with the full moon coming up” she smiled sweetly at Bill, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“No.” his blunt tone shocked Y/N as he pulled her to sit on his lap on one of the kitchen chairs. 

“What do you mean no?” she shifted in the seat slightly, her arse grinding over his clothes cock briefly.

“I mean no. You’ll sit here with me and then we will go home. Your scent alone is driving me mad already baby, don’t need the stenches of other people on you.” Bill's arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist anchoring her to his lap. 

As the meeting went on Y/N kept shifting her hips so she could look at each order member as they spoke. “Watch it” he hissed in her ear as Mad-eye spoke, Y/N looked at him confused before Bill pressed her hips back slightly, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her arse. 

Her innocent eyes looked back at him, “sorry” she whispered before turning back around. She continued listening, this time only turning her head rather than her whole upper body. 

After the meeting ended, Molly served some dinner for everyone. Y/N was still sitting on Bill’s lap, “Y/N dear sit beside Fred, you can’t be comfortable” Molly’s voice rang throughout the small kitchen. 

Y/N went to stand up but Bill gave her waist a tight squeeze. “I’m okay Molly, thank you though”, Mrs Weasley shrugged her shoulders and went back to her conversation with Arthur. 

Y/N shifted her hips slightly, starting to feel uncomfortable with the way Bill's knee dug into hers. “You’re playing a dangerous game angel” his lips were close to her ear as he pushed her hair over to one side, “careful” he placed an innocent kiss to her neck. 

“What if I don’t want to be careful?”, she turned in his lap so both of her legs dangled over the side of his thigh. She watched him carefully as his eyes darkened slightly and a smirk painted his features. 

“Time for us to get going” he announced, tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend to say thanks and goodbye to everyone. He kept his hand on her lower back as they walked out of the house and down the street to the alleyway where they could apparate back to their home. 

The second their feet landed in their shared home, Bill had Y/N pressed against the wall of their living room while his lips worked feverishly against hers. Y/N’s hands wrapped in his hair, tugging slightly at the hair on the nape of his neck. Bill wrapped one of her legs around his waist and tapped her arse lightly, making her jump up so he could lift her against the wall.

Y/N’s hips rolled against his as muffled moans escaped her mouth into their kiss, the feeling of her against him was driving Bill mad. His hands gripped her arse tightly, he moved to sit on the couch. Y/N’s hips rolled against his, her lips moving to kiss down his neck, Bill's hand came down on her arse “such a tease during the meeting”. A little yelp left Y/N’s lips at the contact before she moved her lips back to his. 

This time Bill barely kissed back, his hands moved from her arse to her waist and moved her to sit beside him. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked over at Bill, his hair was a mess, lips red and he had this hazy look in his eyes that made Y/N’s panties dampen even more. “What are you doing?” she questioned, trying to pull him close again. 

“N..nothing, just forgot I have some stuff to do, I’ll start dinner in a bit”, he kissed her forehead quickly before making his way upstairs. 

Y/N sat confused and a little hurt by his actions. She was needy and confused. Her mind started to wander and the thought of Bill not fancying her in that way filled her head. Her insecurities took over every thought she had, a small tear rolled down her cheek but her sadness was soon replaced by anger. 

How dare he do this to her. How dare he tease her and act like he wants her, only to drop her. 

She stood up, storming up the stairs, ready to confront her fiance about his actions. She got to the top of the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks. She stood outside their door and could hear Bill moaning and grunting to himself. 

Her heart dropped, the thought of Bill excusing himself to go and sort himself out whilst thinking of another girl made her feel sick. 

So he had found someone better. 

“Y/N...fuck” 

Her ears perked up at the sound of her name. 

“Shit...baby feels so good”

Y/N pushed their door open slightly, Bill had his back to her, his hand pumping his cock while he moaned and groaned her name. 

“So what? Fucking your hand is better than fucking your own girlfriend!” she shouted a lot louder than she intended to. Bill jumped slightly at the sound, making quick work of putting his cock back in his pants. 

“Fuck Y/N, it’s not like that, I promise” he quickly moved over to her and tried to pull her in for a hug. 

“No Bill, what the fuck was that? All you do now is start something up between us and then fuck off! Constant teasing and touches but nothing more! Is that what you've been doing the last few nights? Leaving me to go and wank?”

He nodded his head and looked at the floor, “why would you do that Bill? D..do you not enjoy having sex with me anymore?” her voice was a lot lower now as she looked at him, desperate to understand the situation. 

“The full moon is close, day after tomorrow” his statement made Y/N scoff. 

“Yeah no shit sherlock, but what’s that got to do with it? Normally you can’t get enough of me, especially at the full moon but now it’s like the thought of sex repulses you!” 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled. 

“Hurt me? When have you ever hurt me during sex?” she walked over to him and made him look at her. 

“Full moon is different. You’re too innocent, my little angel, don’t wanna hurt you. All I can think about is fucking you, ruining you, wrecking that tight littl cunt with my cock. You yelped at the feeling of me smacking your arse, if I had my way, I’d go even harder”. 

A laugh left the girls mouth, “you're joking right?”.

Bill looked at her and shook his head, “I don’t want to hurt you”.

“Bill, just because I let out a little yelp doesn’t mean it hurt, i just got a surprise, trust me you’d know if you hurt me” she took his hand in hers and led him to the bed, “we have a safe word and signal for a reason”. 

She pushed him down onto the bed straddled his waist again, “just want to make you feel good” she started to kiss his neck, sucking the spot below his ear, earning a low groan. “‘M all yours” she kissed up his jaw “Do whatever you want to me” her lips met his in a short kiss “I trust you Bill”. 

Bill wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a messy passionate kiss, “promise you’ll tell me to stop if it gets too much?” he mumbled into their kiss before pulling back to take her shirt off. 

“Promise” her hands went behind her to take off her bra and Bill slid his shirt over his head. He turned them over so she lay on the bed, his lips went straight to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin until it was decorated with purple little splotches. 

His lips latched on to suck at her nipples, his tongue teasing while his hand rolled the other between his fingertips. “Mhmm Bill” Y/Ns hands ran through his hair, chest arching slightly at the contact. He peppered kisses down her stomach and stopped above the waistband of her leggings. He ripped them off along with her underwear, “fuck baby, look so pretty for me”. 

He licked from her slit to her clit, mouth latching on to the small bundle of nerves, sucking it while his fingers teased her entrance. Loud moans filled the room as Y/n’s hips bucked, her hands tangled in Bill’s hair to pull him closer. He slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them slightly, as his other hand came to her waist to hold her against the mattress. 

“Fuck Bill, ‘m close” she whined, her walls clenched around his fingers as they worked faster inside her, “Cum” he demanded. The coil inside Y/N snapped and she came over his fingers, Bill lapped at her pussy, cleaning up every drop before inserting his fingers in her again. 

“Ah...shit Bill” her eyes rolled back, the feeling of his fingers in her cunt being a bit too much but pleasure soon took over and her second orgasm hit her like lightning, her whole body shaking as the waves of pleasure pulsated through her body. 

Bill still made no effort to move away from her, this time his tongue made its way to her entrance, tongue driving in and out like his life depended on it. Y/Ns hands tried to push his head away but he grabbed both of her hands and held them against her waist. He looked up at her through hooded eyelids, all he wanted to do was taste her, her head was thrown back against their pillows, mouth open while pleading moans to cum left her mouth. His thumb came to rub her clit and she felt as though her body was on fire, her juices squirting against him, a smirk grew on his face as he pulled back to watch her walls clench around air. 

“Such a good girl” he cooed before standing up. Y/Ns chest heaved as she calmed down, her legs feeling numb from her three orgasms. His hands wrapped around her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed, “on your knees”. 

He pulled down his trousers and watched as Y/N lowered onto the floor, a small whimper leaving her mouth at the feeling in her legs. “Open up angel” he wrapped his hands around her hair and yanked her head back, she parted her lips and placed her hands on his thighs. 

Bill guided his tip into her mouth, starting to thrust his hips forward so it reached the back of her throat. Y/N gagged slightly but pulled Bill towards her as encouragement to keep going. His hips bucked as he started to fuck her mouth, his cock disappearing between her pretty lips. Her eyes watered while spit coated her chin and cheeks. “Take my cock so fucking good” Bill groweled while he held his cock deep in her mouth. Her nose rested at the base, tears streamed down her face while her fingers gripped onto her thighs. 

Bill pulled his hips back, giving her a moment to catch her breath before thrusting his cock back in. Her jaw went slack as Bill took full control of her mouth. “Gonna cum angel” his warning was short as his cum coated her throat. She swallowed it all, eyes looking up at him through her lashes. The look had his cock solid again in a heartbeat. 

He lifted her back onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach, his cock was still coated in her saliva, he ran the tip up her slit before thrusting inside her.

His hands came to her waist, holding her up while he set an animalistic pace. She could feel the bruises forming in the moment, his tight grip felt incredible. She screamed his name while her hands gripped the sheets, “feels so good” she whined. Her body jolted with each thrust, the speed and depth of his thrusts bringing her closer to her high. He could feel her tight cunt pulsate around him. 

“Gonna cum for me again angel? All over my cock” 

“Fuck yes” she screamed, cumming again for the fourth time. Her body went limp, unable to provide herself with any support. His hips slowed but needy begs for more left her mouth. 

“Such a needy thing” he smirked, pulling her body to his while he fucked her. Bill felt himself getting close, Y/N was quick to reach her high again, her pussy sensitive from her prior orgasms. His thumb rubbed lazily on her clit. Tears streamed down her face from the pleasure, her body shaking against him as she came, Bills cum filling her up.

He lay her gently on the bed, quickly casting a cleaning charm. He lay in bed beside her and pulled her close, “was that okay?” his hand combed through her hair. 

“You’ve been holding back on me Mr Weasley” she teased “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had”. A small laugh escaped his lips as he placed a loving kiss to her forehead. 

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Masterlist 

[genshin-impacted]

learning curve // Zhongli x Reader (NSFW)

Word Count: ~1.7k

Notes: gender-neutral reader, Zhongli/Reader, established relationship, half SFW/NSFW -- lots of dirty talk, overstimulation, praise kink, voice kink, cockwarming, soft dom!Zhongli, sub!reader, mentions of switching

Summary: As your lover, Zhongli learns what makes you happy and finds out in the middle of all of it how much he enjoys being able to please you-- both romantically and sexually.

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In everything Zhongli does, he practices patience and focus. In all his years of living as an adeptus, a god, and a mortal man, he has willingly accepted his role as a student as he continues to learn and discover new things that the world has to offer. In many ways, learning is his passion, for his expansive knowledge of all things Liyue and beyond is something of value to him whether it has a function or not. 

Zhongli is a meticulous man-- thorough and precise, leaving no stone unturned in the pursuit of knowledge, and that includes learning how to best please you as your companion, and as your lover.   

You like it when he presses kisses onto your hands. He knows this because each time he does, you always hide your wobbly smile behind your other hand, laughing in embarrassment before flashing him a smile. You also like it especially when he kisses your forehead when you arrive home from commissions because all the tension in your body seems to leave the moment his lips touch your head, your hands already reaching out to hug him after a long day. 

For the walks along Liyue Harbor, he intertwines your fingers into his, clasping palm upon palm, because he knows how you adore his affection in public, a subtle demonstration that the two of you belong to each other. You love the smell of glaze lilies, the taste of violetgrass, and the look of a silk flower bouquet on the dining room table; and he loves the sound of your laugh, the brightness of your smile, and the way he can make you happy by paying attention to your preferences. When he gets a new cologne-- a mild but masculine one that was recommended by Ying’er, your hands are all over him, whether or not you’re aware of it, attracted to his scent and his presence alone. But, oh, he also adores when you are aware of it, your voice as low as a purr when you can smell his cologne, call him ‘irresistible’ and tug him into the bedroom by his tie. 

You take good care into loving him too, in the little ways-- rubbing circles into his temple when he comes back from a long day of work, brewing him tea with the scent of Qixing flowers in the early mornings. But in the bedroom, you are much like the veteran adventurer of Teyvat that you are, zealously finding out what he likes best: licking stripes up the vein on his cock, kissing at the space behind his ears, and pulling at his nipples with your teeth. He is at your mercy when you ride him, milking out his orgasms until he’s gripping his nails into your thighs (much to his embarrassment and much to your delight when he leaves noticeable marks afterward). 

Zhongli is by no means experienced (not that you were particularly either), but he makes up for the lack of experience by doing what he has done for the past millennia.

He learns. 

He is sensitive to your reactions, noting every gasp or moan he can elicit from you, and how your body responds to each of his ministrations. He adjusts how hard he presses, where to touch you, how fast to do something-- how to make you feel good because out of the many songs of beauty that have graced his ears, your voice crying out his name is by far the most melodic. You are his lover, his beloved, his dove-- surely, he need not explain that he would want nothing but the best for you, and if he can bring about your happiness, be it by gifting you with flowers or by making your back arch in pleasure, then he would surely do it.

But just when did he begin seeking out your pleasure-- your words of praise-- so voraciously? 

"Zhongli, ah!" He would hear you gasp when he finds that one spot that makes you lose your inhibitions about showing your expressions. You grasp at his arms and tell him to do it again, words of praise spilling from your mouth as he repeats his actions dutifully to bring you closer to the peak. "You feel so good," you moan. "Zhongli--!"

Making you cry out his name louder and higher until you reach your peak and fall, and he builds it back up again almost ruthlessly. The more he hears from you, the better. He's ardently pounding into you harder, faster until you're sinking into the bed, or using his tongue until you have made a mess on his face, legs shaking from overstimulation and mind unable to fathom how many times you felt waves upon waves of pleasure course through you.

He's learned what you like, what has your nails digging into his flesh and what makes you say his name until your voice grows hoarse. And he's liked how he's also learned a new side of you, for whenever you are pliant under him, at the mercy of his actions, you respond well to his voice. 

Zhongli would be a fool to not take advantage of that.

He thrusts into you and listens to you keen, calling you eager and telling you how much he's enjoying watching you fall apart. The phrases he tells you are almost elegant-- poetic, even, with the way he weaves praises into his words and describes in the finest detail how he feels about you. It's a perfect juxtaposition to when he speaks the dirtiest of things into your ears-- of how well you're taking his cock, how tight your walls are clenched over him, and oh, you like it when he talks to you like this, don't you?

"Can you come with just my voice alone, do you gather?" Zhongli asks you, his voice reverberating through you as a shiver. "You're twitching.” He observes with a hint of amusement, making you hide under the darkness of your hands in embarrassment. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Is that something you desire, my love?” 

When your breath hitches, he says lowly into your ears, “I’m more than willing to see it through if that is what you please, having me sheathed inside of you while you come untouched--”

Zhongli takes a sharp intake when he feels you clench over him in response, and with a grunt, he buries himself inside of you again. 

"Ah, Zhongli," you call out, tugging at his hair with a grip that has him seeing stars. "Zhongli, Zhongli--"

And his name on your lips sounds like words of praise. 

"Tell me what you want," Zhongli asks. He kisses at the juncture of your throat, knowing it to be unfair since that spot has never failed to make you breathless. "Tell me what you want, and I shall provide." He chuckles when you let out a whine, your hands clawing at his back, wordlessly begging him to continue. "It will be your reward," he says, "for being so good for me."

"Zhongli--"

“So obedient,” Zhongli continues, trailing kisses down your neck as his hand reaches up to pinch your nipple. “So shamelessly loud, so full of want for me with your legs urging me to thrust inside of you and your arms making marks on my body. Tell me, my little songbird, do you want the entirety of Liyue to know that I am yours?"

"I'm yours," you cry out, and it takes everything in Zhongli not to bottom out inside you again. "I'm yours, Zhongli; please move! Fuck me--"

You keen again when Zhongli sucks onto the skin at your collarbone, leaving a mark that's sure to turn a deep purple by tomorrow. And without further delay, Zhongli tangles his hand with yours and gives you what you want, his cock thrusting into you at the angle he knows will have you seeing stars, and it does not take long for you to rise to the peak again. 

When you fall, Zhongli catches you with a kiss, swallowing your moan and letting you roll your hips as you ride out your orgasm. He finishes soon after, with his forehead pressed against yours, his cum splattered on your stomach. 

He always murmurs soothing words as the both of you come down from your highs, pressing gentle kisses onto your cheek until he feels your arms wrap around him.

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You respond well to praise, he catalogs as you slide into the bath after him. It is truly a windfall for you to be so compatible with him in this way, for he loves to praise you as much as you love receiving them. Or is it that you simply respond well to his voice in general? 

"Will you respond like that each time we make love?" Zhongli asks afterward when the two of you bathe in the rose-scented water, and he watches you lazily play with the water. 

You turn your head to him grasping onto his thigh so you don’t float away. “Because of what?” You reply teasingly, “You’re going to have to be more specific considering the fact we did so much.”

Zhongli fights down the blush to no avail as he clears his throat at your familiar ribbing. You have always made him grapple for words, so in a way, he would be more than pleased if he were able to render you speechless on a repeated count. “On the… words of praise. You seemed quite receptive to that.”

He hears you laugh as you turn around, making waves in the water. "You really do have a way with words, huh,” you comment. “You’re very good at that.”

“That is because I always have praise for you, my love,” he teases, hearing you laugh again although albeit shyly. “If you liked that, I would not mind having a repeat performance, so to speak.”

You hum thoughtfully, sneaking your hands into the water to grasp his. “Well,” you begin, and he knows you well enough to know that there is a shine to your eyes. “Only one way to find out!”

And Zhongli continues to learn with you.

[wonderfilworld]

Ardor

Remus Lupin x fem reader 

a/n: this is for a request: “Could you do a Remus lupin x reader with a decent age gap with a light, embarrassed daddy or sir kink and thigh riding?” I didn’t really specify a decent age gap or anything, just that Remus is older than you but you’re out of Hogwarts and in The Order together!

word count: 2k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: daddy kink, thigh riding; cursing; kissing. if there’s anything else let me know!

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You thumbed through the book in your hands, trying to calm your mind as it was late and you needed to get some sleep. The day was a long one; The Order meeting had run into the early morning hours.

The kids had returned to school, and you were missing the constant chatter that went on in Sirius’ home. You were thankful he allowed you to stay with him; especially with everything going on, you didn’t feel like being alone in your tiny apartment, and you know Sirius appreciates the extra company. Remus also stays within these walls - right down the hall, actually - and the thought of the brunette makes you groan as you throw an arm over your eyes. 

Remus was just a little bit older than you, but he was so handsome, how could you not be infatuated with him? You saw how he looked at you, how he would eye you almost hungrily some days, and it frustrates you that he’s never acted on it.

You sit up; you’re not falling asleep anytime soon, so you decide to tidy your room a bit to help you tire. Clothes are thrown haphazardly on your desk, so you pick them up one by one and store them in their rightful places. 

You hear a soft knock at your door, and you don’t think twice before you quietly call out a come in. You don’t remember that the only articles of clothing you’re wearing are a t-shirt that slides down one shoulder and a pair of panties being covered by the hem of your shirt. 

“Hey, I -” Only when you hear Remus’ sentence stop prematurely do you remember your attire. Your eyes widen and your back is to him, and you don’t know if it’s better to be facing him or not. 

You make up your mind quickly though, as you turn around, hands still clutching one of your sweaters you were in the middle of putting away. 

“R-Remus,” you stutter, eyes still wide as you realize that he hasn’t looked away; hasn’t backed himself out of your room even after taking in your half-naked body.

He seems to snap out of his trance then, shaking his head profusely as he speaks. “Sorry, I just heard you up and wanted to check on you.”

You nod once before speaking, “I’m okay, just not tired.”

He hums, fumbling a book in his large hands, one you’re sure he was in the middle of reading when he heard your footsteps across your room. 

He’s still in his day clothes; worn jeans and a button-up shirt that’s rolled up his sleeves. You want to make a move - it’s the perfect time - he’s looking along the expanse of your body and you can feel heat creeping its way up your neck and face. You shift back and forth on your feet as you pick at the sweater in your arms. 

Remus must mistake your nervousness for uncomfortableness because he quickly rushes out, “I’m sorry, I’ll just go.” 

“No!” You say, and you internally cringe at how desperate you sound. “No, no, it’s fine.” 

Remus gives another nod of understanding and says, “You wanna talk?”

You signal your head yes, pulling out your desk chair and indicating for him to sit. 

He turns to shut your door, and you try to calm yourself, trying to convey to your body he’s only doing that so your conversation doesn’t wake Sirius. He makes his way to the chair and sits, placing the novel he brought on top of your desk. 

Your back is against your desk so you place your hands there and lift your body until you’re perched on the edge, the hem of your shirt riding dangerously high on your thighs. Under normal circumstances, you would be more modest, but right now you couldn’t think straight and with the way Remus is eyeing the newly exposed skin, you can’t be bothered to care. 

With newfound confidence, you decide to lean back, placing your hands behind you to prop yourself up. The movement causes the shirt to completely uncover your panties, and you’re thanking past you for wearing decent ones. Your shirt is fairly thin, and you’re acutely aware of your nipples rubbing against the fabric. You know that if Remus were to look he could see them through the cotton, but his eyes are trained on another piece of cotton covering a far more intimate part of you. 

You see him gulp, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes find yours. You keep your face neutral; chest heaving as you look at him. 

“What’re you doing?” He asks, and you want to scoff - you know what I’m doing, Remus - is what you want to say, but instead, you paint a look of confusion over your features as you reply.

“What d’you mean?” 

He lets out an actual scoff at that, edges of his lips curling into a smirk. “If you want something, just ask.” 

You deflate at that, you don’t know exactly what to ask for. Well, you do, but there’s no way you could get your mouth to articulate the words. 

Remus’ hand finds your ankle, and his thumb runs along the outside of it as he waits for your answer. His touch makes goosebumps rise along your skin, and if he can make you feel dizzy just by rubbing your ankle, what the hell are you going to do when he gives you what you want?

You move the leg he has a hold of further out as you spread your legs and give him a view of where you really want him to put his hands.

Remus sucks in a breath, your legs are open - for him - and it’s probably one of the prettiest sights he’s ever seen. 

“I want this,” is all you say, and it’s quiet after that; you can hear your breaths mingling as Remus decides what to do next. 

He contemplates his answer; he’s captivated by you and knows you possess similar feelings towards him, but he’s been hesitant to act on it. He doesn’t want to subject you to his monthly routines, doesn’t want you to feel as though you should be his caretaker. No, you deserve someone your own speed, someone you wouldn’t have to worry about every full moon, someone who can take care of you, not the other way around. 

You get tired of waiting for his response, it’s obvious you both want this - he would have left by now if he didn’t. So, you reach down for his hand that still has a firm grasp on your ankle and you bring it up between your legs, placing it directly on your clothed cunt as you lift your hips up into it. The breathtaking friction catches you by surprise, a moan hitching in your throat as your hips thrust against his open palm once more. 

Also catching you by surprise is the groan that Remus lets out, the sight of you taking matters into your own hands and using him for your own pleasure makes him hot, makes his mouth water and his pants tighten. He can feel the way your clit pulses against his palm as he presses against it, feels the way the hardened nub drags up his fingers as you buck your hips again. 

“Fuck,” he whines - whines - as your hips continue to pull up and down his hand. He doesn’t know what he wants to do first, wants to pull your panties aside and see the slick drip out of your center, wants to lean forward and put his tongue there, tasting you and licking up to suck on your clit because he just knows it would drive you crazy. Your breathy moans are loud in the quiet of the room but he doesn’t care, he wants to hear more of them. 

He pulls his hand away, and you mewl at the loss of contact. Remus can see the wet spot on your panties, can feel it on his hand where it soaked through the fabric. 

“Come sit,” he says, patting his thighs. 

You waste no time hopping off the desk and straddling his thighs. You rest your hands on his shoulders, and his make a home on your hips. 

He continues your rutting against him; watches your face as you discover how hard your previous actions made him. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed, your mouth ajar as pants leave your lips every time you feel Remus’ cock slide against your cunt. You grind down harder, chasing the feeling that’s building in your core. 

You feel one of Remus’ hands slide up your back and onto your neck, and you lunge forward as you feel him push your lips toward his. It’s a messy kiss, not very coordinated at all - it’s hard to focus when he starts to move with you, matching your thrusts eagerly. 

Remus rests his forehead against yours as he speaks again. “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby?” 

You bob your head before he even finishes the question, of course, you’d do anything for him. 

“Can you call me daddy, sweetheart?” 

Your hips stutter; it’s not something you ever would have done otherwise, something you’ve never really thought of before, and you whimper as you give a hesitant nod of your head. 

Remus senses your hesitation, stops the grinding of your hips as he talks. “Here,” he begins, lifting your hips up and shifting you so that you’re now straddling one of his thighs. “Rub on this,” he tells you, and when he bounces his legs your mouth drops and you gasp loudly as his hard thigh makes contact with your aching clit. 

“Think you could cum from this?” His question is a whisper in your ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, hips picking up speed as you ride his thigh. 

Your hesitation to obey his request goes out the window - the way the fabric of your panties is catching your clit, his muscular thigh tensing with the exertion of moving your body against him, feels better than anything you could do to yourself.

“Yes, daddy,” you sob. “Feels so good.” 

He groans, cock twitching at the name falling from your lips. It sounds so sinful coming from someone as innocent as you, and Remus thinks that he could definitely cum from this. 

“Yeah? Doing so good.” He plants a kiss in your hair, you barely feel it, the only sensation you can feel is the drag of your cunt against him. Your hips are moving so fast now, you’re so close and Remus can tell; your moans have grown louder and you’re dragging your cunt against the fabric of his thigh so violently the chair he’s sitting in is starting to rock with your bodies. 

“I think I- oh, daddy,” your clit is throbbing, core quivering around nothing as you roll your hips against Remus’ thigh; It’s beginning to feel overwhelming, and your legs are burning with exhaustion. “I can’t,” you sob.

Remus shushes you, plants a firm kiss to your head before his grip on your hips tightens and he pulls and pushes you against him hard and fast, and you cry out again. “Let it go, baby. Cum for daddy.”

And you do, the feeling in your core exploding and washing over you, simulating actual waves that roll from your cunt and travel throughout all your limbs.

“Daddy,” you mewl, body writhing as you ride out your high. 

“I know, I know,” Remus coos, one hand moving up to cup the back of your head, the other drawing pretty patterns on your back as you sluggishly continue to drag your hips over his thigh, basking in the remnants of the orgasm that still lingers in your core. 

And when your hips stop, he plants kisses along any skin he can find until you lift your head and place your lips on his. 

You kiss him deeply, and you both moan at the feeling because something’s changed between the two of you, the atmosphere doesn’t feel the same as before. You almost pull back and ask what happens next, because there is no way the two of you can go back to normal after that. 

However, just then, once you’re finally still and your mind isn’t flooded with arousal as it was before, can you feel the hard length of Remus’ cock nudging your thigh. 

You lean your head back, still close enough to feel his lips brush against yours, and your hand travels to his cock and squeezes it as you speak.

“Need some help with that?”

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Founders and their love languages.

TOBIRAMA

In terms of how he both expresses love and what makes him feel the most loved acts of service, and quality time/ giving their undivided attention and valuing their intellect and showing interests in their interests are at the top.

Acts of service is slightly more so how he shows his love for people (whether or not he realises he loves them lmao). He will rarely if ever tell people out right how much he cares about them (partially because he's emotionally constipated lol, but also because to him actions speak louder than words, and he doesn't understand what people want him to say either way). Something always goes wrong whenever he tries to talk about it lol (senju brothers miscommunication angst where u at). He'll take on as much as he can for other people, and take care of little things behind the scenes to make people's lives easier. Like Hashirama is a forgetful, disorganised mess who struggles with staying on task and concentrating/ not getting distracted. And Tobirama is the complete opposite lol (the senju brothers are the adhd/ autism siblings combo fight me on it). So Tobirama will make sure to get him back on task, or he'll take on more of Hashirama's work, as well as make systems and squedules for him to follow. He'll also help him clean, and he actually organised his entire household in a way that's easier for him to maintain. He'll leave notes lying around where hashi can see them reminding him of little things he needs to get done (like food shopping, laundry, or some important paperwork he needs to look over).

After becoming friends he did the same with with Izuna, with much less success lol since Izuna takes offence. Which forces them to communicate (something they're both shit at lmao). After that he always asks if Izuna is okay with him doing things for him, or if he wants help with something (especially since Izuna does all that for him too, the hypocrite), and he goes from offended to gladly saying yes to most everything since Tobirama asked first. And Tobi gets it as well, since he doesn't appreciate ppl barrelling into his life and accidentally messing up his carefully crafted systems either (but he does really appreciate little things that don't encroach on his boundaries). He actually likes it when people take care of him for a change, even if he pretends not to to try to save face lmao.

In terms of quality time, if he goes out of his way to spend time with someone, if he gives them his undivided attention that says a lot about how he feels about them. Sometimes he goes semi non speaking when going through burnout and doesn't have the energy to so much as try to interact with people. So if he allows anyone into his space at that point he's really comfortable and they're definitely doing something right since he trusts them not do anything that would overstimulate him further. Hashirama understands it well, and he'll even do his best to tamper down his chakra so it's less overwhelming. Izuna also catches on pretty quickly once they become friends, and they'll spend hours sitting quietly in Tobirama's office or lab, then eventually his house, either working or relaxing. It quickly becomes one of Izuna's favourite things, and that means more to Tobirama than he'd ever admit lol. Izuna will even leave little sketches he makes of Tobirama or just random interesting things he's captured with his sharingan over the years, lying around for him to find. And Tobirama keeps them. Only because they are actually very good, and definitely not because he secretly loves that Izuna's put the time and thought into making something for him.

Izuna isn't exactly a genius in the way Tobirama is with all his inventions, but he does learn quickly, and he takes interest in Tobirama's research. He tries to play it off as oh he just refuses to let Tobirama be better than him at anything, but Tobirama knows that's not true, especially when Izuna goes out of his way to learn about things just so he can actually discuss them in depth, and keep up. And honestly that's the fastest way to his heart lol, Izuna goes from 'former enemy I mutually respect and understand, and feel compraderie with', to 'I think I'm growing very fond of you, you're my friend now and you're going to be in my life for a long time, you have no say in the matter at this point.'

In turn he also takes interest in Izuna's interests (mostly art, dance, theatre etc, but also how to understand and manipulate ppl). And boi oh boi when Tobirama learns that there is a sort of science behind it, that you can recognise patterns and learn rules of social interactions, and the internal mechanisms of ppl's minds and what makes them tick, what will make them react in certain ways etc. For a solid few months he becomes completely hyperfixated on understanding ppl, starting with the ppl in his life. And Izuna thinks oh shit I think I created a monster (affectionate).

[milkybonya]

donut test me

order 017, anon: large honey milk tea with pudding for Junghwan

Warning: swimming/water mentions, food mentions, some angst

Summary: an enemies to lovers!au where Junghwan hates his swimmer!classmate who always skips out on phys.ed, not knowing that they do something else with that extra time. (p.s. i'm sorry if you can't swim or don't like water :( i tried to think of other things but this au was just,, not leaving my brain so please don't read if you think it will make you sad or anxious okay?? take care of yourself first!)

[a/n] hahaha get it donut test me like do not test me but donut cause Junghwan likes donuts.... okay i'm sorry bye T.T

Junghwan sits down with Jaehyuk as they eat ramen in Jaehyuk's room. Noticing Junghwan is shaking his leg and seems to have something to say, Jaehyuk encourages him to speak.

"It's just... so unfair!! Why do they always skip out on phys. ed when everyone else has to run laps and do push-ups and-"

Jaehyuk puts his chopsticks down with a sigh, startling the younger boy.

"How many times have we talked about this already? All you can talk about is this person and how much you hate their guts because they skip phys. ed... is it really that deep?"

Junghwan intakes a sharp breath of air.

"You just don't get it, okay! I'll eat somewhere else," Junghwan says, but the boy leaves his bowl of food behind and slams the front door, going on a walk.

Jaehyuk would follow behind him, but he can tell the boy needs some space to clear his head.

"I'll worry and call him if he's not home in an hour..." Jaehyuk says to himself.

Outside, Junghwan walks slowly, lost in his thoughts and trying to figure out his feelings.

When Junghwan switched schools and entered the school you had been attending, he didn't pay too much attention to you. All he knew was that you sat in the back, were quiet and often dozed off but still tried your best when you weren't asleep. You always wore a tracksuit jacket over your uniform and zipped it up all the way, playing with the zipper when you were lost in your thoughts.

Okay, so clearly Junghwan observed you a lot, but he couldn't help it! There was just something... different about you. And that annoyed him, which made you annoy him.

That's how his hatred for you began, which slowly grew and developed over time, especially when he noticed that you were never in phys.ed. That was his favourite class, and not being able to see you there, breaking a sweat like everyone else bothered him.

What made you so special that you could just skip out on phys. ed? He wondered this all the time and it made him hate you.

You were oblivious. All you knew was that this new kid was a jerk, always bumping into you purposely when you crossed paths in the hallways, always rolling his eyes at you, glaring at you when you weren't looking at him and then looking the other way when you caught him... he was weird. And rude. But you ignored him because you had better things to think about.

-

The next day, Junghwan wakes up knowing he's decided on a course of action. He'll follow you when you leave after your last class before phys.ed to see where the heck you go.

Smiling to himself as he eats his breakfast, he makes Jaehyuk, who shuffles into the kitchen sleepily to drink water, think that Junghwan has gotten over his hate for his classmate. Little does he know how very wrong he is.

At school, Junghwan does not take his eyes off you, not wanting to keep you out of his sight. You notice someone is staring at you all day, but shrug it off and continue on as you usually do, talking with your friends before and after classes, and doing your best to stay awake during them.

Before phys.ed, you leave the math class just like everyone else does, except you make a right instead of a left. Junghwan does not miss this and carefully follows after you. He watches you pull out a duffel bag from your locker.

Hm, with a bag like that, aren't they going to phys.ed? Junghwan asks himself.

But you then continue down the hall, further away from the gym. When you begin walking down a staircase, Junghwan thinks you might actually be walking to the gym, but again, on the ground floor, you walk in a completely different direction. He's completely puzzled until he notices you walking towards a door that teachers and students alike have told you to never enter. Seeing you open those doors and step inside so comfortably makes Junghwan want to call out and stop you out of fear you'll get hurt or in trouble, but he stops himself, wondering why he even cares about you.

The smell of chlorine fills the hallway, and Junghwan decides to follow after you, not wanting to lose you.

The chlorine stench is even stronger past the doors, and he can hear lockers slamming as you get changed - although Junghwan doesn't realize what's happening. He simply walks straight ahead, not knowing where he's going until he's reached the entrance of a whole swimming pool!

The water glistens before him, completely still. His mouth is agape - why is this pool off-limits?

He hears your footsteps and hides behind a rack of pool items, watching through the cracks as you walk to the edge of the pool, pat yourself down and jump in. It takes a few seconds before you surface, but as soon as you do, you begin to swim slowly.

Junghwan watches you swim lap after lap without stopping, amazed at your endurance and skill. His jaw drops as, after you rest and stretch out of the pool for a bit, you enter and begin sprinting to the other end, swimming so fast that the motion of your arms and legs are like a blur.

"So Junghwan, please report to the gym immediately. So Junghwan, please report to the gym immediately."

Junghwan looks up at the speaker where the P.A sound came from, sighs and quickly leaves the pool.

Just as you finish your last lap, you look up to see someone's back as they leave the pool, not knowing who it is.

-

"Junghwan, why did you skip phys.ed?! That's your favourite class, you never do that," Hyunsuk tells Junghwan as they sit in the school office side by side.

The school phoned Junghwan's dorm after he was absent for the first 30 minutes of class, and Hyunsuk came rushing to see what was happening.

"I'm so sorry, but Junghwan is never like this, and I promise that it will never happen again," Hyunsuk tells the admin in the office.

Junghwan winces at Hyunsuk's words, knowing that it will indeed happen again because... Junghwan wants to watch you swim again.

-

From then on, Junghwan makes 3 bathroom breaks every phys.ed class just to watch you swim. He tells him teacher he has a bladder problem - of course the teacher doesn't believe him, but knowing he's a good student, he lets him go anyway.

You start noticing Junghwan after some time but never approach him, wondering if he'll ever speak to you first. He never does, and you never have the energy to talk to him until one day when your condition is bad and you feel embarrassed that you're being watched.

You end your lap and hop out of the pool, staring straight ahead at the wall on the far side opposite you.

"Hey, come out. I know you're there," you say.

After a moment of total silence, you repeat it, but louder, until a shy Junghwan slowly shuffles out from behind the pool equipment rack.

"Why do you always come here and watch me swim?"

"I-I don't-"

You sigh, not wanting to hear a silly excuse.

"Listen I'm not going to scold you or anything cause I don't really care, but my condition is really bad today so I'm extra pissed," you say truthfully.

Junghwan stays silent before mumbling an apology.

You bite your lip while looking at him, then hop out of the pool.

"It's fine. Practice is over for me anyways," you say, but Junghwan notices that you're leaving the pool fifteen minutes earlier than you usually do.

-

On your way home that day, you feel a little bad. Things weren't going your way and you took it out on Junghwan... but then, why you care? He's always such a jerk to you and deserved it. Still, though, he looked like he really felt bad when you scolded him.

Yet you decide to treat him better if he shows up the next day.

Which he doesn't.

He doesn't show up the next day, or the day after that. You find yourself waiting for him, not being able to focus and checking the pool entrance nonstop. It frustrates you, as your practice time is being wasted. You're a swimmer preparing to join the junior national team, given time out of phys.ed to practice because the school doesn't have a swimming coach and they trust you to figure things out on your own.

Yet Junghwan is present at school - you see him at all of your other lockers. He doesn't follow you around or stare at you anymore, and it makes you angry.

As he's getting his things from his locker a few days later, you slam your fist on the locker next to his, making him jump.

"Where have you been?" you ask.

"What do you mean?" he asks back.

"You haven't been coming... to watch me anymore," you say, feeling embarrassed.

"Because you didn't want me to," Junghwan responds, laughing slightly. You don't know if he's laughing at your embarrassed state or laughing in a way where he's wondering why you would even dare to ask such a thing.

"I never said that. I just said my condition wasn't good that day," you say, truthfully.

Junghwan remains silent, staring into his locker.

You poke his shoulder.

"You better be there tomorrow," you say before walking away.

Junghwan smiles slightly when you turn your back on him, holding his arm in the spot you touched it.

-

"Junghwan!" you yell from the pool as he approaches sheepishly.

He awkwardly says hi and waves, not used to your excitement. To be honest, you aren't used to it either.

"Come closer," you tell him, and he meets you at the edge of the pool.

"Do you want to try it?" you ask.

"Try what?"

"Swimming."

He stays quiet, thinking it over in your head.

You point at him.

"You're wearing your phys.ed clothes already. Just come in in those," you say.

Junghwan flashes you an awkward smile and he leans to the side, showing he's still not sure.

"I'll help you," you say, smiling up at him.

"... okay," he finally agrees.

He enters through the shallow end of the pool, complaining about the cool temperature of the water as soon as he dips his toes in.

"It's really cold!" he yelps.

All of his squirming makes him lose his balance, and you reach out to hold his hand so he won't fall. Both of you are so focused on making sure Junghwan gets in the pool safely that you don't even pay attention to the skinship. Or your hearts that are racing so quickly because of it

"Careful, careful down the ladder," you say.

He winces as he gets lower in the water until eventually his feet touch the bottom. He giggles and it makes you smile.

"So... what do we do first?" he asks you.

"Well... learning how to float is the most important thing. The way I learned was, I laid on my back like a starfish and my teacher held me from underneath until eventually I could do it without them having to hold me.

"On my back? I'm a little scared," Junghwan admits.

"Look, I'll show you first," you say, floating on your back and demonstrating.

"You just make it look easy," Junghwan says with a pout, but you firmly shake your head.

He gives in with a sigh and leans backward on your hands which hold him up.

"Ahhh the water in my ears sounds so weird!" Junghwan points out, laughing widely.

"You're doing great," you mumble, smiling down at him and moving a strand of hair out of his eye.

His eyes look away and his hands turn into fists as he feels your touch. He feels... loved. And warm even though the pool is so cold.

"I'll move my hands away slightly, see if you can try to float. It's all about relaxing, trusting the water. Don't get tense and don't hold your breath," you say as you slowly move away your hands.

But Junghwan's body reflexively stiffens and he begins to sink until you quickly hold him up again.

"Are you okay?" you ask, your eyes wide with worry.

"Yeah... cause you're here," he says a little shyly.

After teaching a boy you previously disliked for no real reason how to kind of float in water, you realize that all of your practice time has gone to waste, so you quickly sprint a few laps to make up for it as Junghwan watches you from the deck. He dries off his hair as he does so.

-

The next day, you tell Junghwan to join you again, but he shakes his head.

"You need to focus on your swimming, [y/n]."

"But-"

"I'll only come in for five minutes if you can do 40 laps in 20 minutes," Junghwan says.

Before he even finishes his sentence, you dive in and swim at a steady pace to finish it in time, and of course you do. You are a hidden star athlete after all.

When Junghwan joins you this time, he fills the place with his laughter as he tries to chase after you while running in the water as you swim away.

"Please just let me get you once!" he begs.

So you run with him and you chase each other around the pool until Junghwan tells you your five minutes are up and you have to practice again. You catch him as he says this though, wrapping your arms around the boy's waste and making him blush and stop talking mid-sentence.

Every day passes just like that, with the two of you exchanging nothing but small smiles and nods in class, but spending phys.ed together in the pool, Junghwan cheering you on as you train and you doing your best.

"You'll watch me at my swim meet, right?" you always ask Junghwan as the date begins to near.

"You know I will," he tells you each time.

And when the day finally comes, he's there in the bleachers, watching you walk up standing tall and looking confident despite feeling like a nervous wreck inside. You search for his face and find him, smiling and sending you a small wave.

It's all you need to remind you to breathe as you step up on the block and await the cue to get ready, then go. You dive in smoothly, dolphin kick for as long and far as you can before surfacing and beginning to sprint.

Not focusing on any of the lanes around you, you give it your all and just enjoy the feeling of you moving swiftly through the water as Junghwan cheers you on, and boy does he cheer you on.

He yells so loudly that it drowns out everyone else, and after you touch the wall on your final lap and raise your head, you can hear his booming voice yelling that you've done a good job.

The scoreboard confirms this, as you've come in first, and all you can do it smile down at the water, knowing your hard work paid off.

From the bleachers, Junghwan is ecstatic that you've come in first. He keeps wanting to turn to everyone around him and tell them that you're his s/o and you came in first... but you're not his s/o and now he doesn't even know what's wrong with him - why does he want you to be his s/o? Wait... he wants you to be his s/o?

When you're able to meet Junghwan for dinner at a fast food place later - your first meeting outside of school - he seems dazed and nervous. You keep asking him if he's okay as he fidgets with his hands, and all he can say is 'yes'... but something is clearly on his mind. So you wait for him to speak up first instead, and he does.

"Listen, [y/n], I know this may be really weird because... we don't even properly know each other yet, and I'm worried I'll ruin our friendship if I say this and it doesn't go well but... it's taking over my mind and I can't just forget about it anymore. [y/n]... I've realized that I like you and I want to date you."

Your silence causes him to keep rambling.

"I want to call you mine... like even at the meet I just wanted to tell everyone that you're mine and you won but-"

You put a piece of chicken in his mouth and he blinks at you.

"Let me answer, dammit. Sure, I'll date you. As long as we get to see each other outside of phys.ed class and outside of school," you say, looking down and eating so Junghwan won't see your excited eyes.

Junghwan laughs, poking your knee with his finger under the table.

"Of course we'll see each other outside of phys.ed and school..." he says, giggling to himself with joy.

Later, when he tells Jaehyuk that he's dating the person who he hated for skipping phys.ed, you can bet Jaehyuk teases Junghwan to no end. Why? Because he saw this coming. Of course he'd fall for you, because Jaehyuk knows who you are. You're the school's star athlete, known for using phys.ed time to train. Of course innocent little Junghwan, who very rarely hates anyone, would end up falling for you, hard. And he does, of course.

[iambilliejeanok]

🤎A Break With My Lover.🤎

Part One

Pairing: Might Guy x Tenji( made up character)

Summary: Tenj is back from her two month mission and is so excited to spend time with her new boyfriend Guy, who pampers and adores her. Just a cute little short story for all my Guy sensei hoes to enjoy.😊

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, SFW and NSFW, smut.

Tenji now stood at the entrance of the Hokage mansion, grateful to have been granted a full week's rest after her team worked tirelessly for a full two months. Another breeze blew a curl that dangled from her loose bun into her face, not caring in the slightest to put it back in its place. Her main goal was to reach her beloved apartment and take a much needed cool shower to wash away the grim, sweat and blood that clung to her aching body. With her eyes closed she inhaled a deep long breath, forcing herself to take the first step. Her body felt so heavy and her mind fuzzy, a sudden wave of fatigue ripping a whine from deep in her throat. “Oi, Tenji,” a sharp flick on the side of her neck immediately snapped her out of her sluggish mood. “Tch! Genma what the fuck,” a sly smirk appearing on his smug face as he took pleasure in her frustration, relishing the irritated look he managed to put on her face. “Well hello to you too Tenji, it's been too long, glad that you're back and in one piece it seems,” he spoke as he gave her a quick once over, ensuring that she was really in one piece and he hopefully hadn’t spoken too soon. He noticed the dark circles under her eyes as he inspected her obviously fatigued face, a hint of sympathy pulled at his heart realising she would probably have to walk all the way home on her own despite how tired she was. Tenji noticed the slight worry in his light brown eyes and instantly thought of a plan. Maybe she could convince him to carry her home after seeing the state she was in. “I’m okay I guess, I’m so tired, just wish i had help getting home Genma,” she whimpered as she stepped closer, leaning her chubby cheek into his broad, muscular chest, she looked up at him, hopeful that her long time buddy would show even the tiniest bit kindness he claimed to have, pulling her best puppy face while looking into his light brown eyes, her darker eyes needy as her full lips curved into a pout that he almost gave into until he realised what she was up to. Now, it’s not that he didn’t want to help(maybe a little) but it was also that he had already been summoned by the Hokage and couldn’t afford to be later than he already was and also because he knew Tenji could be such a spoiled brat sometimes and he was not in the mood to baby her today. He averted his gaze and placed two long, slender fingers on her forehead before gently nudging her off of him. “Geez Tenji” , his words almost sounding empathetic until he opened his mouth again, “Good luck finding someone who will help you with that”. Tenji’s mouth hung open in utter defeat as Genma walked right past her, not missing how he unashamedly took in the gorgeous sight of her full, round ass, her uniform gracefully complimenting it with the way her pants clung desperately to the curve of her hips and hugged her ass in a way that he would always appreciate. “Tch”, Tenji scoffed as she turned fully to face him, his soft light, brown eyes slowly climbing up her body taking in her front, failing to hide the disappointment in them, missing the blessed sight she turned away from him, reluctantly looking back up into her darker orbs to wink at her, disappearing into the Hokage mansion. She blamed herself for expecting anything from that perverted bastard, as she hesitantly began her dreadful walk down the busy streets of Konoha.

Tenji kept her eyes glued to the ground, drowning out the sounds of the happy village folk all around her, as she continued on replaying how good it would feel to walk into her apartment and pamper herself to a nice shower and some well needed rest. A low growl from her tummy dirsturbed her train of thought, reminding her of her deep hunger for some delicious, warm food. The divine, savory smell of Ichiraku’s ramen, not helping her best attempts at ignoring it and heading home, her fatigue too overwhelming for her to entertain her hunger as she stood in front of the little ramen restaurant. “Tenji sensei!,” a loud voice erupting out of nowhere pulled her attention directly in front of her. A young and enthusiastic Lee stood in her path, the biggest grin spreading on his face, clearly excited to see her. A mini Might Guy, always bringing a deep nostalgic feeling in her heart, he was far too adorable for her to not smile at him, despite the exhaustion that tugged at her eyelids, with his little green jumpsuit, “Lee-san, so good-,” she was suddenly cut off as two large hands tugged at her waist, lifting her up and tossing her high into the air, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the one sensation she absolutely despised, punching her deep in her gut as the fall back downwards came shortly after. Landing right into none other than her boyfriend, Might Guy’s strong arms. “Precious!”, she shuddered as he spoke way louder than she would have liked; “After so long you have finally returned from your mission! Wow I’ve missed you'', Guy was basically roaring right in her face at this point, which she normally wouldn’t mind, but the fatigue she couldn’t shake off any longer made her highly irritable. “Guy!, put me down right now, baka!”, she blurted, his big, pretty grin never leaving his face as he gently complied. “My precious flower, how was your mission” he spoke in a much calmer voice, now sensing her irritated mood as he shamelessly inspected her entire body, not bothered by the irritation in her tone, making sure his eyes and hands didn't miss a single spot, hoping she wasn't injured as she replied, “It was a success. I just reported to Lady Hokage and I get a full week of rest as a reward so i'm going home now” , the tone of her voice growing more and more annoyed as she noticed Kakashi and his team all standing there, watching Guy fiddle with her body, the embarrassing display of care leaving a light blush across her plump cheeks. Everyone knew they were dating, despite the fact that their relationship was still very new, it didn't take a scientist to figure out they had been in love with one another even as friends. “Guy!” she whined, pushing him off of her hoping he was now pleased with his inspection. “As expected of my lotus! Always glowing in the light of her youth!”, he continued with his over enthusiastic praise. Tenji was now very used to his overly positive attitude that he was apparently born with, considering he was just as loud now, as he was when they were still children. Kakashi looked at her with a knowing look of second hand embarrassment as he nodded towards her “Yo, we‘re going inside Ichiraku’s now, join us whenever you’re ready Tenji-chan” he spoke in the warm, familiar manner, he always spoke in when talking to her. “Kakashi-san, I’m too tired. Next time?”, she replied, her eyelids noticeably droopy as he nodded in understanding, walking into the restaurant.

Guy stood in front of his new lover, feeling like his heart would explode with the surge of joy he felt to be near her after not getting to hang out much, especially in the past two months. Tenji stood before him and let out a deep sigh, knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about the dreadful walk home because her best friend and now lover would go to the ends to make her happy, as she would for him. Tenji looked up at him, her deep brown eyes never leaving his onyx ones as she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his large build, gripping on the back of his green jumpsuit, sighing heavily into his chest. Her heart fluttered, remembering that she could now hold him like this. He was hers now. Guy’s flak jacket draped her arms as he engulfed her in a warm embrace, strong arms wrapping firmly around her, pulling her impossibly closer. Her eyelids fluttered shut, comfort washing over her as he began to rub his large hand soothingly up and down her back making her eyelids feel like a ton of bricks as she finally gave in to keeping them closed. She relished in the heavy slumber that quickly crept up on her feeling like she was sinking deeper and deeper into her lovers addicting hold, but it was cut short as she was abruptly interrupted by the rumbling of Guy’s hard chest, a deep chuckle leaving his lips as he felt the weight of her body dip further into his. “Someones ready for a nap I see?” he spoke placing a soft kiss on her forehead, “Mmhmm”, was all Tenji had the strength to say, too tired to move her mouth into actual words, revelling in the pleasant warmth Guy’s soft caresses provided—despite the afternoon heat—bringing his fingers to brush the coily strand that escaped the loosely tied bun at the nape of her neck and tucked it back into place. Attempting to tuck the one strand in, the whole bun began to fall apart and Guy being the sweet bean he was,decided to fix the whole thing for her. Speaking to her, he continued to work on it, gently detangling her hair from the scrunchie that failed to keep her thick, dark brown coils neatly bundled up. “How about I take you home and help you wind down?” , he continued, finally able to pry the scrunchie from the last little coil that wouldn't let it go, careful not to hurt her. “Miss you”, she sounded muffled, snuggling further into his chest, a pang of happiness filling her chest at the action, taking in her favourite faint scent of lemon and a much stronger earthy smell. Guy began to softly brush her hair back with his palms, making sure to pull all escaping strands into the ponytail he was forming in his fist at the nape of her neck, now securing it all with the scrunchie. “Well let's get going precious”, he sighed out, gently prying himself free from her tight grip around him, quickly silencing her whine, turning around and gently tugging at her arm, easily pulling all her weight onto his back. A move that she was all too familiar with, Guy always treating her like the ‘precious flower’ he always described her as ever since they were younger. Her heart leaped along with him as he jumped up onto the nearest rooftop, maintaining a firm yet gentle grip on her thighs, a faint sigh leaving her lips and excitement bubbling up from the pit of her tummy, pleasantly spreading around the rest of her body as thoughts of the cuddles and attention she was going to receive clouded her mind. Why didn’t they get together any sooner? Not only did she have a whole entire week off, but she also scored time with her lover. It couldn't get any better than that.

[hobidreams]

december 1868.

just how much would you give up for him?

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: angst, brief smut words: 1.1k contains: historical au, mentions of explicit sexual content, eunuch kim!

moonlit throne index. this is drabble nine. start from the beginning?

“Excuse me, the king said what?”

You stand in the doorway of your room, mouth agape as you stare with incredulity at Eunuch Kim. By all means a gentle man, he looks taken aback by your sudden burst of defiance and you don’t blame him for it. It is so unlike you to drop composure in public, but you couldn’t help it just this once because—

“He has commanded you to move,” he repeats.

To move.

To uproot the home you’ve made of this tiny space, to leave the people you’ve lived and worked beside your entire life. How far would he have you go? Out of the palace grounds, out of the town even? Would across the country be enough now that he wanted to be rid of you?

“He has prepared Hamhwadang Hall for you.”

The world around you freezes to ice as you process the words that have somehow made all of this more confusing. “W-What?” Your eyes narrow, blinking rapidly in confusion. “Is it not currently occupied?”

He shakes his head. “No. Jeonha has moved the women that remain into the residence next door, whether they wished to go or not. And if you so want, he will move them further.”

Eunuch Kim might as well be speaking Chinese with how much you understand this.

The king means to give you the entire hall? The one right next to his secluded gardens, where you have once again taken to occasionally wandering through? It’s much, much too big for any one person, especially with the minimal amount of possessions you have to your name. It all makes no sense, though that would perhaps suit his actions as of late. No sense, unless he wants you… closer.

Closer, like he is practically every other night since the first. Fucking you into an abused pillow, getting steadily louder with his moans while he leaves imprints on your body by any means necessary. Carnal when a strong hand wraps around your throat, needing the reassurance that you are bent to his whim as if all of this wasn’t already enough. Only recently, and only the once, has he spun you around to face him. You had been greedy in taking in the debauched sight of his need: the scowl, the flushed cheeks, the pools of sweat glistening on his bare skin. That night, the insistent nudge of his crotch against your clit in this new position brought you to your first proper climax, one that had left you a shivering mess for long after he had gone.

Closer. Yes, if you lived in the hall, he would have more privacy to come and go as he wished, with a few less sets of prying eyes. He could have more time to take what he wanted, without worry of being overheard by your neighbours. There comes that word again, surfacing in your mind regardless of your efforts to tamp it down. Convenient. That is what you are, among the other things that have begun to make their rounds through the palace in attachment to your name in lieu of your proper, working title.

Eunuch Kim’s expression turns awkward, apologetic as your emotions wane right in front of him. “If possible, he wishes for you to complete the move by tomorrow evening. But I can attempt to reason with him for some more time if you would like it. I would try to change his mind entirely, but you and I both know that he…”

You shake your head. “Thank you, but it’s alright. I’ll move. I can do it in that time. There’s not much.”

“Jeonha... I believe he is planning to move your apothecary area into the building as well. It’ll be bigger, if he does. Possibly open up a second infirmary too.”

You can tell that he’s trying to comfort you and for that, you muster a small smile. “That would be nice. I could always use the space, though I never thought there would be this much of it.”

He smiles back, cheeks dimpling slightly.

“I will begin packing then,” you say. You have an hour before you go to bed, and you might as well make the most of it. Even if your haste is partly stirred by wanting to put off the coming of morning.

Tomorrow, you’ll have to break the news to your fellow uinyeo. Really, this shouldn’t have come as too much of a surprise, now that your initial shock has worn away. The women… involved with the king are often given a few luxuries, but since it is impossible for you to become an official concubine, not even a sanggung with the lack of blue in your blood— how strange this must look. How much the palace will talk, uncaring about whether you overhear them or not because what can you do about it? You’re nothing more than a woman who has forever lost her chastity and gained nothing in exchange.

You wrap your arms around yourself, the cold suddenly working through your hanbok more acutely.

“I shall send a few of the junior eunuchs to assist you in the afternoon.” The soothing voice separates you from your thoughts. “If that’s alright with you.”

“Yes. Thank you.” You should let him go; the wind is starting to pick up and you don’t want him to fall ill. But instead, you murmur on instinct, “Namjoon-ssi...” It feels a little strange on your tongue since you haven’t called him that in so many years, but it makes his eyes soften. “Am I— Am I doing the right thing?”

“You’re doing the best you can.” Another smile, though this one is worn, tired around the edges. You think his words could apply to himself too. “Please. Sleep well.”

“...I will try.” You bow, and part.

Against the door, looking at the room you are so soon to leave, you breathe a small sigh.

After tomorrow, you will be living mere minutes from the king. Tomorrow, you will likely be beneath him again, submitting to the calloused hands that move roughly against your curves, the bite of his teeth at the nape of your neck. You’ll lose yourself in the feeling and let it linger as long as you can, even though this is never how you imagined having (if this even is such) the king, the man, the boy you fell in love with at fifteen.