#He was so innocent and precious… just a little ball…

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[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. Seriously, it gets feral in a way I didn't anticipate and I'm the pervert who wrote this.

Bucky sleeping naked. We're back to this again cause I'm a pervert and he's a cutie, I can’t help it. Why do I find it adorable. Sexy. So pretty. And the different of versions of this?

Imagine being Bucky’s roommate and having to deal with different types of Buckys. A shy, soft Bucky is always in the softest pj’s, cotton t-shirts and warm sweaters. He is truly the sweetest, more precious thing on the planet, always making you a steaming cup of coffee in the morning and hot chocolate at night.

You don’t think much of it when you slip into his room to return the hoodie you stole and you all but faint when you see him practically starfish on the bed, soft snores slipping past his lips, the bedside lamp still on along with the book his was reading half open on his chest but that wasn't what you were looking at cause-

You shouldn’t even be here, you should look away, you really should but it’s not your fault that he has the prettiest cock on full display with perfect, heavy balls in between plush thighs. You're not sure how someone so sweet and pure can look this sinful, nearly tearing the hoodie you're clutching onto the longer you wait by the door.

Idk why my mind went here but imagine he's soft but gets hard when he smells you. You're close enough in his room that your shampoo and something so distinctly you fills his senses. It's not his fault his senses are heightened. I mean imagine you see it happen. A cute little groan as all the blood rushes down between his legs, his cock now standing at full attention, stiff and begging. Leaking.

You're frozen on the spot, begging for your feet to move, just drop the hoodie and run, anything but no. He's still asleep, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his pulse starts to work a little faster, his hand coming down to soothe the ache, his book slipping off his chest.

You should definitely leave now, it's too intimate, you can't be here when he-

"mph" His sleepy movements are barely coordinated as he gives his cock a squeeze, his cheeks getting pinker by the second. He rolls over with his face now buried into the pillow, pressing his hips against the mattress for some relief.

I can't deal.

Innocent Bucky having a wet dream over you.

Innocent Bucky making a mess because of you.

Innocent Bucky acting normal around you the next morning, placing a steaming mug of tea in front of you while you stutter a thank you and he says you're welcome doll, like he always does.

Innocent Bucky still too shy to tell you that he jerks his cock off to you more times than you can count. That he adores you too much, he'd never be so crass to make a move on his roommate. He's still working up the courage to ask you on a date. Till then he's gonna fuck his fist and hump his bed and think of all the ways he wishes you were naked with him, your legs around his waist while he pounds you, filling you up while you scream his name-

-

Fuck boy Bucky shows himself off without a care in the world. You start to wonder if the man owns anything else aside from a few slutty pairs of boxer brief's. He's always manspreading and it's hard to act like it's an inconvenience when he's built like that. That being said, it's not like you've seen all of him. He leaves little to the imagination but it's not like he walked around naked.

You'd never openly admit you were a little curious.

You find out he's put your mug on the highest shelf again and you swear he does it on purpose just to mess with you. You grumble, ready to tell him off, walking right into his bedroom, his full legal name right at the tip of your tongue-

"Fuck-"

His chest rises and falls along with his soft snores, one arm propped under his head while the other is half one his chest. His thighs were spread apart without a care in the world and not a single piece of clothing covered his body, bed sheets also tossed aside.

Apparently the serum made him run hot.

Every single bit of him is on display, the only thing he's wearing are his pretty silver dog tags. You freeze, blinking, your tongue now tied, you were so annoyed with him and now-

"Y'like what you see angel?" His raspy voice makes you yelp as he keeps his eyes closed but the smirk that makes its way to his lips lets you know he's more than awake now. You have no idea when he woke up or realized you were there but you can't get your feet to move, voice caught in your throat.

He doesn't even bother trying to cover up, unbothered at the state you're seeing him in.

Imagine this cocky fuck going as far as giving his cock a lazy tug and he can definitely smell how wet you are. He knows you're getting wetter.

"Need something baby, cause I gotta take care of this or I won't fall asleep" He cocks an eyebrow, nodding down to his hard cock before looking back at you. He's not going to tell you yet that he'd been pining after you with the most desperate crush. That he keeps those mugs up high on purpose so you have to call him to get it for you.

"I-I

"Don't get all shy on me now princess, better lock the door on your way out unless you're gonna stand there and watch?" He gives himself another lazy tug, this one followed by a groan.

Fuckboy Bucky who loves the way you look like a deer caught in headlights.

Fuckboy Bucky who strokes his cock while you watch.

Fuckboy Bucky who lets out a deep, raspy, "Fuck baby, just c'mere" when he hears a desperate whimper slip past your lips.

Fuckboy Bucky who gets you naked with him, not wasting a second to get inside your pussy.

Fuckboy Bucky who runs his mouth too much and mumbles an unconscious "Fuck, i love you" when he starts to cum.

and cum.

and fucking cum.

Fuckboy Bucky who confesses his feelings.

Anyway.

Naked Bucky in bed.

That's all I want.

[rinhaler]

ok but like nanami or geto fucking us in a room and gojo just goes in without knocking and sees. and it’s all awkward and he leaves but then ends up going into another room to jerk off cause it was kinda hot…

i would like to maintain that i am not a getou fucker but i hope u enjoy this nonnie :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, vaginal sex.

words: .9k

“O-Oh, shit, Suguru… should we stop?” you pant, your boyfriend still smothering your neck in soft kisses. It’s an answer in itself, but he still feels compelled to breathe the words softly against your skin.

“No, sweetheart, he’ll be fine.” he coos, nibbling on your earlobe. Ultimately distracting you completely from the awkward encounter of being walked in on while you’re naked with Suguru’s cock balls deep in your cunt.

Satoru leans against the wall for a moment while your bare form runs rampant through his mind. The way your swollen, bitten lip fell from your teeth as you moaned while riding Suguru’s thick length.

The way skin slapping against skin filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into you. How sweaty you both appeared to be. You must have been at it for a while. And Satoru has never been so jealous.

He’d always had a thing for you, but kept it to himself out of respect for his best friend. But, fuck, that’s a hard thing to ignore. And now he’s dealing with another hard thing to ignore.

He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

But he finds himself instinctively walking to his own dorm room and leaning against the wall that he shares with Suguru. He can still hear you going at it. And his heart flutters.

You know how thin the walls are, and yet you’re making no effort to conceal your salacious little moans. You’re doing it for him, aren’t you? That’s what he thinks, anyway. That’s how he reasons it as he pulls off his t-shirt and throws it to the ground. His sweats come down just enough for him to grab his aching cock.

And the little hiss he emits is pornographic as he makes contact with himself. He’s so turned on, so sensitive it’s almost sore to touch himself. But he can’t help it. He needs this.

He runs his hand over his drooling cockhead and is even taken aback himself by what a mess you’ve made of him. Without even trying. His head falls back against the wall with a gentle thump as he closes his eyes and imagines he is the one fucking you right now. The way you’re trying to be quiet but failing completely as Suguru continues to fuck up into you and viciously pound against your g-spot without remorse.

It should be him.

He looks down at his cock. It’s red and throbbing with a burning desire to be stuffed inside of your precious little cunt.

“Hhng, ah! Suguru! Don’t, d-don’t stop baby.. haaah~!”

Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Even if his hand wasn’t already blurring as he fucks into his fist, he’d have to after that. You want him to hear, he was right. You want him to get off to the idea of you. Of fucking you. Of being a seedy little witness to your filthy show.

You act so innocent, but you aren’t. He should have known.

It’s always precious little things like you that are the most depraved.

He doesn’t want to stop touching himself. He wants to enjoy the feeling of pleasuring himself with you at the same time forever. But he can hear your hitching breaths. The way you’re struggling to keep up with Suguru and how he has to help you even more.

He doesn’t want to stop.

But he has to cum with you.

The way Suguru tries to silence himself as he shoots his load inside of you makes him smile. Like it’s some secret that you’re fucking. It’s well past that, now. Gojo had already borne witness to your natural instincts consuming you both.

He fists his cock faster. Harder. Suguru doesn’t stop fucking you, rubbing your clit with his thumb all the while. He can hear it in your shaky breaths. You're close. You’re so fucking close.

And you’ll cum together.

How romantic.

He doesn’t hold back his own moans as he hears you succumb to your building orgasm. It’s only right that you know what you’ve done to him, he thinks. And for a moment, it goes silent, when you realise what is happening in the room next door.

You’re covering your mouth, much to Suguru’s dismay. He yanks your hand away and interlocks his fingers with yours. Still fucking his softening cock into you relentlessly.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirks, “We wanna hear your pretty moans.”

And Satoru’s cock spurts glob after glob of white, shimmering cum onto his stomach as he moans boisterously for you. Suguru really is the best friend he could ask for. He could have so easily stopped fucking you and started a fight over the fact he’s masturbating over you.

He’s generous. Sharing you and your gorgeous moans with him. He didn’t have to, of course. But Suguru knows how lucky he is to have you. He feels sorry for every other man on earth since he knows no one else can have you.

“Fuuuuuuck me.” Satoru sighs as he finishes, jerking every last drop of cum he possibly can.

“You’re welcome, Satoru,” Suguru laughs, knocking his knuckle against the wall behind him. You collapse above his body, resting your head on his shoulder as you come down from your high. “Don’t make a habit of it, though.”

“A habit?” he laughs, knowing it’s far too late for that. “Next time, I want to watch.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[dumbbitchgalore]

Just thinking about old man Price with an erectile dysfunction 💕

Part 2

No matter how hard you try, nothing seems to work. No amount of blowjobs, handjobs or cock rings can help him get hard and fuck his pretty girl the way he wants.

He thinks back to the amount of whiskeys and cigars he had in his lifetime and mentally curses himself for indulging in his vices so much.

But you, his sweet and precious girl don’t seem to mind at all. You nuzzle against his balls inhaling his musky scent deeply, whining in pure bliss. You don’t mind it. You don’t mind how limp and soft his cock is. A dick is a dick regardless. You chastely lick the slit of his cock head as you tongue probes it slightly before leaving an innocent kiss.

He inhales sharply. By now he would’ve thought that you’d tell him to use his fingers or hands or something to get you off. But nope, an hour in and you’re still slobbering over his senile cock. Cooing and praising it as though it has taken you to cloud 9 and back. He couldn’t help but think what he did right in his life to get her.

Little did he know his useless cock made her gush without fail at the mere thought of it.

[floatyflowers]

Platonic yandere older brother Alexei Vronsky from Anna Karenina?

The grand chandelier illuminates the opulent ballroom as laughter and music fill the air, yet you feel Alexei’s oppressive presence even in the crowd.

He’s been by your side all evening, subtly deterring every potential dance partner with a sharp glance or a polite but firm comment.

As another young gentleman approaches to ask for a dance, Alexei smoothly intercepts, his charming yet menacing demeanor leaving no room for argument. His quiet words,

"My sister isn’t accepting offers tonight," carry an unmistakable finality.

When you finally snap and confront him, seething with frustration.

"You don't have to be like that, I haven't danced with anyone since my arrival nor have I danced with anyone at any ball."

Alexei leans down and whispers with a cold smirk,

"You don’t need them, little one. You have me."

"You can't control me forever, Alexei," you state, your voice low enough to not draw attention.

"If you try, I’ll tell everyone about your little… affair with Anna Karenina."

Alexei’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk.

"Do you think I care for their judgment? Say what you like, dear sister. It changes nothing."

As the waltz began to play, you tugged your wrist free, your temper boiling.

"Do you think your obsession with controlling me is noble? Or is it just as selfish as your secret meetings with her?" Alexei leaned closer, his smirk never faltering.

"You’re bold tonight, sister, but let me remind you, no one would believe you, they all see you as the innocent little flower, untainted and sweet. Do you think they’ll take your word over mine? Now, go back to your seat, or I’ll make sure you regret this."

Determined not to let him win, you continue threatening him.

"You underestimate me, Alexei."

You smile at him tauntingly.

"I know exactly how to make them listen, a few whispered words in the right ears, and your precious reputation will crumble. What will she think when her name is dragged through the mud because of you?"

For the first time, a flicker of something dark passed over Alexei's face, but it vanished just as quickly.

"Do you think I care about her reputation?" he asked, his smirk returning, though his eyes glinted coldly.

"I care about you, and I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine.

"Go ahead," he murmured, gesturing toward the crowd.

"Make your scene, but remember this whatever you do will reflect on our family. Every rumor, every scandal will tarnish your name as much as mine."

His hand moves towards the golden lock you are wearing, opening it to reveal his and your picture together when you both were children.

"So, by all means, let us enjoy the night and dance with each other and only each other."

With that Alexei leads you to the dance floor in the middle of the ballroom.

Anna Karenina and Kitty Shcherbatsky watch you and your brother dance, realising that they could never be close to the handsome man as you are to him.

Only if the relationship is purely platonic.

[22ayla21]

Daddy's Peculiarity

Mydei always loved both of his children equally, but when his youngest daughter got fangs like his, it became obvious - she was Daddy's princess.

The evening was quiet, and the house was filled with a rare peace. After a long day full of fuss and children's pranks, the long-awaited moment of respite had finally arrived. Their son had long since fallen asleep in his room, curled up in a ball in a blanket, but the youngest daughter, although she looked tired, was in no hurry to part with wakefulness. She had settled comfortably in her mother's arms, lazily sucking on the corner of her blanket.

Mydei was sitting opposite, in a chair, with his legs stretched out and one hand on the armrest. His usually tense face was relaxed, and a rare expression of calm warmth shone in his gaze. Only here, in the family circle, did he allow himself to be like this. Watching his daughter, he felt his chest fill with something unusually warm, an almost unusual feeling for him.

And suddenly his wife laughed quietly. He raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze to her.

- What?

She covered her mouth with her hand, but her eyes sparkled with pure, unadulterated amusement.

- Just look, - she said, turning the baby so that her face was in the soft candlelight.

Mydei frowned, but still leaned closer. The girl yawned widely, reaching out to her mother with a small hand... and then he saw it. Two tiny fangs, barely noticeable, but already quite distinct among the other teeth.

He blinked, not immediately realizing what he saw.

- Well, well, - he muttered more quietly than usual, involuntarily lowering his head a little closer.

His wife laughed again, this time without holding back, and lightly stroked her daughter’s cheek.

- Now I understand why you spoil her so much, - she grinned, casting a sly glance at him. - She’s your exact copy.

Mydei shook his head, but the corners of his lips twitched in a slight, almost imperceptible smile. He looked at his daughter again, noting how much she really resembled him. Red hair, just like his, slightly curly. Deep golden eyes, which so far reflected only childish curiosity and innocence. And now these little fangs…

- But our son doesn’t have anything like that, - his wife continued, squinting slyly. He glanced at the door, behind which their firstborn had long since been peacefully sleeping, and thoughtfully ran his tongue over his own fangs.

- Maybe he just took more from you? - he suggested, not taking his eyes off his daughter.

- Maybe, - she admitted, shrugging, but still with the same cheerful sparkle in her eyes. - But you know… if anyone hasn’t realized yet that she’s daddy’s princess, it’s obvious now.

Mydei didn’t answer, but only looked closely at his daughter again, who was already beginning to nod off in her mother’s arms. He carefully extended his hand, and when his fingers barely touched her tiny palm, she weakly squeezed his finger in her sleep.

His wife watched this scene with a soft smile, but said nothing. Mydei, frowning, grabbed her tiny hand a little tighter, as if giving himself another second to remember this moment.

Yes, he knew it himself. She was daddy’s princess. And for her sake - for the sake of his family - he was ready to wipe into dust anyone who dared to encroach on this small, precious world that he had built with his own hands.

[fictionismyreality3]

Pigtails = Handlebars 18+

Warnings: smut, like literally just smut. A little bit of degradation 🥺🥺 but it’s cute so 🤭

Notes: this is entirely self indulgent and no, I don’t care because I havE NEVER EVER BEEN HAPPIER-

"You're such a good little- oh, fuck. Yeah, take it."

You couldn't do much other than lay there and take it. You knew the little outfit you'd bought would work John up, the pink bra and panty set getting his mouth watering as soon as he came home to you laying teasingly on his bed.

But what really sold it was the pigtails.

John wasn't quite sure why, but the sight of you, all soft and plush, looking so innocent as you laid there with that sweet smile on your face, had his cock aching to be stuffed inside you.

It stirred some deep, primal part of his brain to see you all dressed up like that. So soft and so sweet. Something little and precious he needed to keep tucked away so only he could ruin you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled your bedroom, your eyes rolling back into your head every time John pounded his cock into your leaking pussy. The ache between your thighs was building every time his heavy balls slapped against your clit.

"Such a tight fuckin' cunt." He growled, big hands holding onto your pigtails. "Made f'me, huh?"

"Yes!"

The stinging of his grip on your hair, tugging your head back, had you gasping. "Fuckin good little slut. All dressed up." Moan after moan ripped from your throat.

"All pretty f'me.” His head was spinning. “Tha’s it, little one.”

You'd long since stopped trying to hold yourself up on your hands and knees, your limbs going lax as you laid there on your stomach, letting John rut his cock into you, all the thoughts in your head leaking out of your cunt.

His eyes were fixed on where his cock disappeared inside you, his rough hands holding onto your pigtails as he used the leverage to go deeper, deeper.

The weight of his burly form pressed against your back as he curled himself around you, huffed growls in your ear as he bullied his throbbing cock against your cervix, had you drooling into the pillow.

By the time he was done, it was all you could do to lay there and feel his cum leaking out of you.

[gothy-froggy]

Astarion Headcanons

Fluff dating headcanons

This man deserves it. Astarion x Gn! Reader

(Bg3 Astarion spoilers?) + not proofread

As we know that Astarion is not used to this kind of treatment or care. For 200 years he used his body to lure people for his master. And was treated poorly on top of that. This is something he isn’t used to.

Small physical touch

A simple squeeze of the arm, putting a hand over his, Astarion craves for it.

They’re so simple, yet, holds so much meaning.

Such pure and innocent intentions behind them. Intimate, not sexually. Just so much emotion and such a strong connection from a simple touch.

He likes it.

Even a simple, quick or a lingering kiss is just so nice. Astarion has kissed, slept, and held many, but not like this. It’s quite exciting.

The feeling of his beloved’s finger softly running through his hair got a sigh of content out of Astarion. His eyes fluttered closed. The way the their fingers goes through his curls, barely scratching his scalp. It was peaceful.

This was peaceful.

“Star.” They whispered. Astarion opened his eyes. He sat up from laying on their lap, facing his partner. A shaky breath aired out as his eyes shut as they placed their hands on his cheeks, brushing along his jawline. No words were exchanged. None had to.

Their feelings, thoughts, and love for each other were so loud despite not one opened one’s mouth.

No words could describe how much they cared for another.

Astarion grew to return such acts with the intention and his feelings being present. It was difficult at first. It was…odd for him. It was either awkward in his mind, or the spiral to disgust and the feeling of tainted leaking through the cracks of his heart and mind, perhaps his soul at well.

But the reassurance from his lover always pulled him back.

Nicknames

The nickname given to him? Star. It was definitely a shock to him hearing that as his nickname. He can’t help but be a little flustered.

He loves it. Astarion would live for it. Astarion loved it even more once he figured out the reason why his lover calls him Star.

Of course, he calls his dear, love, treasure, other sweet pet names, but the one his love gave him doesn’t seem to be defeated.

The night was chilling as the stars twinkled, dancing in the moonlight. Astarion sat on a big rock with his lover. Their gaze focused on the balls of light in the dark sky. Astarion’s was locked onto them.

“Do tell, my dear. Why ‘Star’ as my nickname?” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. Their eyes meets his, a small, gentle smile appearing on their face.

“Your name has star in it. A-s-t-a-r-i-o-n. Stars twinkle, they’re beautiful , like you.” Astarion let out a huff. Perhaps a small scoff.

“Well, I am beautiful.” A charming smile plastered over his face. His lover laughed, placing a hand over his as they leaned forward.

“You’re my star.” They whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. Astarion paused, processing their words and the simple touches.

“You really are full of surprises.” Astarion whispered.

‘Their Star.’ He thought. It brought swirls of warmth inside his chest

Astarion’s love for the pet name Star becomes addictive. He gets slightly annoyed and disappointed when his partner doesn’t call him Star.

Hell, his treasure could even make him beg to be called Star if they wanted to.

It honestly irritates him how much he enjoys the silly little pet name. They really don’t hold much value or worth anything…or is that him and enslavement to Casador for centuries?

Nether the less, his love is here to show him what real is. What true love really is.

Perhaps the pet name is a spark of light for him.

His comfort (lover’s scent and warmth)

Nothing is more precious than holding someone with such passion. True passion.

Astarion struggled most on this. Surprising as it is, but the comfort involves holding someone. Being so close to their body with trust, letting your guard down,

But getting comfortable with having comfort is the most troublesome.

The fear of it being taken away becomes dread.

His nightmares are over, but they still plague his mind, making it hard to break through and open up. After a while, he did. He regrets not being able to break through before.

Whether it was a nightmare, or the utter crave of affection and his comfort, he always gets it. Astarion creeps into the tent, sliding an arm under his love’s, wrapped around their waist and pulling them close.

He presses his face into their neck, taking a slow and small sniff. Just smelling their scent, not just their blood, brought so much warmth and comfort. The warmth, the feeling of their body made all his stress move away. Astarion smiled to himself, pressing a lingering kiss on his lover’s shoulder, before whispering:

“Wherever you go, wherever you are..” Astarion paused, hesitant to continue as the fear and feeling of disgust creeps back in. Trying to pull him back to what he knows. Yet he fights it. The arm around their waist caused a small squeeze as he took a shaky breath before continuing.

“Is forever my home.” He whispered, forcing them out and choking over his words out.

“You are my true home.”

Maybe, just maybe, the fight for something new is worth it.

[pomefioredove]

Hiya! Hope you're doing okay, and take it easy if you haven't been!

For the flirty prompts starters list, could you maybe do: "Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you." with Vil? I think it'd be a good one

Thanks!

(I hope you have fun writing this if you do! No biggie if you don't or if someone else already asked!)

GIGGLING SO MUCH

summary: "stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you" type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, Vil experiencing cuteness aggression.jpg, not proofread a part of this event

Vil considers himself to be an eloquent man.

After all, how one speaks is just as important as how one carries themselves, and every last inch of him, from his looks to his body language to his words, have been refined to perfection. Each a golden thread in the dazzling tapestry that is Vil Schoenheit.

And yet, despite that, he still can't seem to find a way to describe you.

Frustrating is not quite right. Epel is frustrating. Those first years you insist on spending your precious time with are frustrating. But you...

You are not annoying, nor are you incompetent. His usual vocabulary for the students of NRC is useless when it comes to you.

...And different is too vague.

Vil just seems to forget what to do with his hands when you're around.

You look so soft in the golden afternoon light of the lounge, which is distracting enough as it is. Now you're giggling in the way you do, and he can't concentrate, and... what was he doing, again?

"Stop that," he says, plainly, not looking up from the textbook he'd been reading. Or trying to, anyway. He'd lost his place some time ago.

You make this... sound, this confused little hum, and he pictures you tilting your head to the side like a puppy. Sevens, you're just so...

He huffs. "I said, stop,"

"Stop what?"

Clueless little thing. Vil sighs, finding it within himself to make eye contact. He'd given up on finishing this assignment early, anyway.

"You know what,"

You stare back, unblinking. Are you really so oblivious? No, there's no way you aren't doing this on purpose, whatever it is, just to get on his nerves. Did those friends of yours put you up to this?

He should scold you. He invited you to study with him, a luxury which many would pay millions for, and here you are, being...

Ugh. He still can't think of the right word.

"Am I being too loud?" you ask, a confused lilt in your voice.

Sevens, you are so dense, he wants to just grab you and squeeze you like a stress ball until a thought comes out of that empty head.

The thought of that is no help. If anything, it just bothers him more.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. Are you really not doing this on purpose? "No. You're distracting me,"

"Oh... sorry,"

...In such a soft, meek little tone, like you really feel bad about it, looking up at him with those eyes of yours... ugh. He wants to bite you, squeeze you in his arms until this overwhelming, restless feeling passes. You're so...

"It's... fine," Vil relents. "I don't think I would've gotten much done today, anyway."

You actually tilt your head to the side this time, worsening his condition. "Something on your mind?"

Sevens, what are you doing to him? He can't sit still. He pictures himself reaching across the table to pinch your cheeks, to kiss that sweet, worried expression off your face. The effect you have...

And you're not even doing anything!

"No," he says, his voice strained with the weight of the lie. "Just burnout. It's a busy time of year for me."

You seem to take that as a cue, standing from your seat with wide eyes and holding out a hand, much to his chagrin.

"You should be resting, then. Overworking yourself will only make things worse. Come on, let's go back,"

Such a determined expression on that pretty face of yours. There's just something about how you respond so innocently, so intent on caring for him, you're...

You're so...

Vil feels his heart drop. Oh, Sevens. That's the word.

You're so cute.

"Stop that," he snaps. He can feel his face warming. "This is the last time I'll ask."

A little flash of annoyance crosses your face at his dismissal. How adorable...

"Stop what?" You repeat.

Even your scoff is cute. His face feels hot. He can handle beautiful. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, even, But not cute. And now he's getting himself all worked up over it, and you're being so sweet, and...

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you!"

Nothing has ever had such an effect on him before.

After all, it would take something incredible to fluster Vil- and here he is, blurting out every thought he has, blushing like a schoolgirl as he realizes what just came out of his mouth.

Vil Schoenheit, suddenly terrified of being rejected. It was as if he'd woken up in a parallel universe.

Or died, and went to his own personal Hell.

The shock slowly wears off your face, and you... laugh.

You laugh.

"You're very forward,"

"I'll take that as a compliment, and not the way you meant it," he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. "Though I'm failing to find what's so amusing."

You move around the table to sit next to him, eyes gleaming. "How would you like me to react, then?"

Vil stares back. Was that... flirtation? Perhaps you're not so oblivious, after all...

But still cute.

Still very cute.

He sighs, though there's a smile playing at his lips now. "Save me the embarrassment of being rejected,"

"Hmm... I suppose that can be arranged,"

And with that, he cups your face in his hands and draws you in for that kiss.

[ultravioletrayz]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY FIVE: PUBLIC SEX + EXHIBITIONISM w/ HOMELANDER

Being with Homelander, you've quickly become America's doll. Little girls admire you, men ogle you, women envy you. You embody perfection— a sweet and pretty adornment for Homelander that Vought eagerly showcases to reinforce his heroic persona, while quelling concerns over his volatile nature by presenting you as his anchor to humanity's virtues.

Meanwhile, Homelander finds himself enamoured with your sweetness, a stark contrast to his usual entourage of adoring yet superficial admirers who fall into his orbit like moths to a flame. Though, he doesn't let you know of his smitten thoughts. He's concerned that if you actually knew the power you had over him, over everyone, you would lose yourself to the fame like so many of his other conquests tend to do. And he can't have that. You're just too precious.

Instead, he treats you more like a plaything, a placeholder for the kindness he's supposed to be conveying as a hero. That's why he drags you along to every interview, photoshoot, advert, convention, filming... he needs to flaunt you. He needs to show the world that he's the type of man that can score such an innocent girl, and subsequently portray a sort of gentlemanly image.

That gentlemanly image is non-existent now.

"If you keep fucking squirming, I'll call up some of these pigs to have a turn, huh? Just take it." Homelander grits out against your ear, strong hands keeping your cute dress bundled up as he thrusts into you from behind, the image blown up in size on the big screens around the convention hall. One innocent question is all it took for Homelander's resolve to snap. A mere "why are you so shy?" from a fan directed at you, to which your sweet boyfriend insisted on proving everyone wrong by showing off how much of a cock whore you are.

The audience are all cheering Homelander on with vigour, reeling at the raw display of masculine power. It's degrading, watching hundreds of people through teary lashes looking back at you as your tits bounce and your thighs quiver, your own slick running down your skin for all to see. But some sick part of you likes it. Likes being seen as Homelander's toy. It's fucking exhausting pretending to be so cutsie every day, when all you want is to get your cunt stuffed with some thick, supe dick.

"How about I knock you up?" Homelander groans, hips rutting up into you with even more ferocity at the thought of getting you pregnant, of the changes your body would endure as his potent cum takes over you, makes you his alone.

"Clap if you think I should give America's sweetheart a baby!" Homelander calls out, balls grinding against your sopping pussy as he gets off on the applause of his adoring fans, almost cumming right then as he observes the uproar of encouragement.

"You heard them, honey. Gotta give the people what they want, don't we?"

eughhhh

[diejager]

Requests are open? 👀♡ (Feel free to ignore (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠))

How would Perv!Stepbrother!König react to his younger stepsister getting into a relationship? He'd warned you about how sick and depraved some men can be, hoping that you'd keep yourself for him, a selfish and entitled decision he'd made.

König has known you for so long and you're all he craves, what he yearns for. You're the highlight of his day, what he fantasises about. He looks forward to coming home after a month long deployment, being enveloped by his beloved stepsister, to rut his growing bulge against your clothed cunt sneakily and quietly while you run your fingers through his tangled, knotted hair.

Do you think he purposely neglects himself, hoping that you'll see the effect your new relationship has on him? Does he create fake conversations and screenshots of your significant other cheating on you? Does he attempt to manipulate and coerce you into getting him off? He'll plead with you with his bottom lip quivering, forcing tears to stream his flushed cheeks, begging for a quick and sloppy blowjob. You already know that König is a social reject, that it's more than likely he'll never get into a lasting relationship with someone that actually cares for him. He needs something more than his own calloused and rough fist to get himself off, little mouse.

Perhaps he'll secretly record you as you suck him off, with those pretty soft lips wrapped tightly around his meaty shaft and your soft fingers fondling his heavy balls. It hurts him to do this, Mauschen. He warned you, and you should've known better than to get with that deranged, selfish asshole. He'll use these videos against you, blackmailing you into pleasuring him while being in a relationship with another man. He feels sick, but he knows what's best for you, Liebling.

I Know Best

Dark!Stepbro!König x stepsis!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation/coercion, blowjob, loser!König, non-con filming, implied cheating, faking proof, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

“How do you know he’s bad for me?!” you screamed back, eyes glazed with tears, slightly red and swollen. Both you and him have been going on and on about the same subject over the past week —since he discovered from his friend that you started dating a boy he didn’t know.

“I am your brother, Mäuschen.”

He was your brother. Well, stepbrother, to be precise, your father(he found him a nice man, fair and caring) had married his soft mother, and had given him a miracle in the form of you : his precious and innocent, little sister that he’d vowed to protect and cherish in all manners of way. in both reality and his filthy fantasy.

“But you don’t even know him!” you were always so very stubborn about having your way, something he loved and hated about you.

“I don’t have to to know what a boy thinks, " he had no reason to raise his voice to you like you were doing, he was your older brother, the responsible one, “I’m trying to protect you-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before you stormed off, cheeks puffed and lips pouty. He watched you stomp up the stairs and lock yourself in your room with a loud slam. König sighed into his palms, running his fingers through his hair, feeling exasperated with you and your stubborn naivety about the world. You were just as hard-headed as he was, so he couldn’t blame you completely. After all, you’d learned it from him.

But all he wanted was to protect you, the world was harsh, men and women cruel in their vain ways and selfish intent, and boys were the wort, their simple-minded thinking and mean intent would hurt you. Your generosity and affection would come back and bite you in the ass, break your big heart and shatter it in thousands of pieces. This boy you decided to date would leave him to pick up the pieces of your heart, to cradle it in his big palm and heal your aches.

König was your older brother, that’s why he knew best. He knew that, it was written all over him, but you seemed to be oblivious to it. He’ll just have to show you that all you need was him.

It wasn’t his fault that you were choking on his cock, nose buried in his musky pubes. He stank of days old sweat and oil and his skin and pubes crusty with old cum from when he jerked himself to completion in his room, watching pornstars that looked similar to you. It wasn’t his fault that he was in such a state of disarray, dirty and broken. It was all yours and he told you as much as your head bobbed between his thighs, head forced down by a hard grip, his fingers curled up at the roots of your hair.

Your neglect and distancing had drove him to depression, your forgetfulness of his presence in your life left him scrambling for any crumbs of affection you still had left —the ones you didn’t offer the boy. It was as if you’d forgotten he existed, forgotten he slept right across from you, forgotten you showered in the same bathroom and forgotten you ate ate the same table. You had forgotten him. And it hurt him so much.

It drove him into a deep depression, a dark cloud invading his mind and hazing up everything: from his day to day life to his hobbies and passion. all he could do without feeling his heart break was jerk off at the thought of you in his sheets, back arched and squiring under him, crying out his name and cumming around his cock. It was all he’d ever wanted since he first met you, the little teenager who hid behind her father despite being just a few years younger than him.

“I’m sorry, Mäuschen,” he moaned, hips rutting upwards and deeper in your throat, “but I warned you, didn’t I? I told you he wasn’t good for you.”

You gagged, throat clenching around him so tightly as you sputtered, adorable mewls and whines vibrating his throbbing girth. You looked so pretty like this, a sight he only dreamed of seeing, on your knees and crying around his cock. At first, he doubted you could take all of him, but you’d surprised him, watching his cock sink inch by inch in your warm and wet mouth, bulging the lining of your tight throat. He apologised for being so harsh, but he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into you every time you tried to talk, your every word making him shudder and pulse.

It didn’t help that you were so, so very adorable with red and swollen eyes, mascara staining your cheeks. It made his harder than any fantasy he ever came up with in his deranged mind, it brought him closer to the edge over and over without much effort, and he had to stop himself less he wanted to cum within the first seconds. The best thing was that he was the one who made you cry, his words and evidence rather than the boy. Well, he played a small part, but it was all him!

The pictures and the video evidence that he showed you from his computer, the pixelated colours that made up people and plants and building. He had shown you “proof” of your boyfriend’s betrayal, pictures of him kissing a mystery woman, his tongue down her throat and his hands groping her like he wasn’t a taken man. König knew it would drive the nail into the coffin of your relationship, you had crumbled in his arms, clinging to him in tearful apologies for not believing him and pushing him away. He held you and comforted you, promising that he wouldn’t do that to you, that he was loyal to you, but you didn’t know that he was somewhat proficient in photoshop and video editing, or that he had friends in the field. That was all right to him, what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.

“I know. I know,” he cooed, his tone harsh despite his voice cracking and depraved appearance, “I love you. Do you love me?”

You nodded, cheek hollowing and eagerly sucking him off, eyes rolling back. And he nearly came right then and there. Good thing he had cameras set all around his room, one in each corner and a big camcorder in the hand that wasn’t busy pushing you down his length.

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[bumblehoneybee]

Interloper: Possessive Peanuts

“Angel, that thing. . .”

You tilt your head back, smiling sweetly up at Dogday. The ‘thing’ in your arms gives him the stink eye.

“Hm? You mean Peanuts?”

Dogday huffs a little. “Yes. . . Peanuts.” Peanuts bares its nonexistent teeth, almost growling as Dogday moves to sit next to you, but under your warm gaze the little toy melts into sweet pantings and airy barks. “He doesn’t like me.”

You boggle Dogday. “What?? How can you say that? Peanuts loves you!”

To prove your point, you hold Peanuts up to Dogday. The pair growl at one another, not that you see your precious Peanuts doing it, just Dogday.

“Well, maybe that’s why.” You tease him. Peanuts snuggles into your chest, looking almost smug. Dogday suddenly wants to grab it in his mouth and rip it to shreds. “You growl at him and knock him around like he’s a ball. I doubt he enjoys it.”

“I enjoy it.”

You laugh. Dogday’s tail starts to wag, but his moment of pride is crushed when Peanuts gives your chin a lick. You immediately coo, kissing on the little dog.

Jealousy curls in Dogday’s gut like a vice.

“I want to throw him over the fence.”

“No!” You cry, holding Peanuts to your cheek as Dogday tries to grab him. Peanuts bites at his hand too, as though trying to protect you from him. “Not my Peanuts!”

Maybe you’re not so innocent, Dogday thinks, watching you nuzzle Peanuts with your silly smirk. Are you trying to make him jealous? The two of you, working together against him?

Dogday will just have to show you why he’s the better companion, in that case. Then maybe you’ll drop this silly game and shower him in kisses instead.

[buckyalpine]

18+ af, minors dni. Dub con elements, please ignore if it's not your thing. Back at it with a dark Bucky who has the biggest corruption kink and loves to manipulate the sweet doll across the hall who makes him have the most unholy thoughts. He can't help how badly he craves for her to take care of him, comfort him, all while he pretends he has no idea what's happening with his body after all the abuse from Hydra. His mind is too fried. He's just too innocent with so many big feelings. So many big, thick, achy, leaky feelings-

Oop-

It started off with small things. Patching him up after a rough mission. Making him dinner. Feeding him. Falling asleep in her lap. Seeking her out when he has bad dreams. Calling her mommy when he was especially needy and just wanted to be held. Feel extra close. Around her, he's just a clingy little baby Bucky who loves to nurse from his pretty mommy for comfort.

It's all perfectly innocent. Sometimes after a nightmare. Sometimes before bed. Her nipples are so warm against his tongue, his pink lips sealed around every bit of her peaked bud. Who was she to deny him with the way he cuddled his face into her chest with the quietest "Mommy, please?"

Of course she lets him take her top off, it's nothing sexual, purely to comfort him, his gentle gurgles quickly turning into soft snores within minutes.

She'd always take care of him.

Like now when you were watching tv, lounging in a loose tank top. He splays himself across your lap and you idly play with his hair while he gets comfy, only wearing his boxers. He’s so cute and precious, reaching up to latch onto your breasts, tugging at your top so you'd take it off. He nuzzles his face in, struggling to maintain his facade of just needing to be held, no longer able to ignore the way his cock needed attention too.

You're so used to letting him take what he needs, you don't notice his extra squirming, still focused on your show until he takes your hand to show you where he actually needs you.

"Mommy, it’s hard" he whines while your eyes grow wide. It's always fuckin' hard around you, pretty girl.

He’d never done that before, spreading his thighs further so you could see where he needed you most, blinking up at you innocently while his thick cock pressed against the fabric, rubbing your hand over his bulge.

"B-Baby?"

"Mommy, help" he continues to pout before going back to sucking while shoving your hand down his boxers to his achy erection. You feel your heart beat out of your chest with your hand now wrapped around his velvety shaft, absolutely torn over what to do. It wasn't his fault his body was reacting this way. He was asking the one person he felt safe around to take care of him. He obviously didn't know any better.

God, you felt awful over how frustrated he would have felt not knowing who else to turn to when he was in such a cloudy headspace. You stay frozen until he puts his hand over yours, showing you how to touch him, stroking up and down with just the right pressure.

"S-sometimes I do this by myself" He moans between tugging your nipples between his lips, lifting his hips up to take off his briefs. His balls are heavy between his thighs, full and aching after waiting months for this very moment. "It feels good, is it bad?"

"No sweet boy, it's normal" You coo, giving him exactly what he wants while his body runs hot, his hips rutting up to chase more of your soft hand, "I got you, don't worry, relax Jamie" You pet his hair while stroking his cock, his mouth working between your breasts, lost in his own world. Even now, he looked so innocent, a deep blush on his cheeks while you made him feel good, it was going to take years to help him remember-

"It feels good here mommy" He wraps your hand around his dripping, swollen head, his hips pushing up, eyes nearly rolling back at the way his cock feels in your hand. He knows he's gonna blow-

"R-right there, m'gonna-make a mess" He moans between a shy pout and of course you reassure him you'll clean him right up because he's doing nothing wrong and all of this was perfectly natural. His body was responding to touch exactly the way it had to, he was safe with you-

"MMPHHHH" He cries out as the first stream shoots out, load after load still pouring out of his stiff cock. You wipe him down and he spends the rest of the night cuddled up with soft blankets, hiding his smirk with his face tucked into your neck while you rub his back.

I could stop here but just imagine what happens when he decides to get more bold.

"Do you ever feel like this?" He asks innocently and you nearly squeak in surprise. He waits intently for an answer and you pause before answering, carefully considering your words.

"Um, sometimes baby"

Liar, he thinks. I hear you pretty girl, always playing with that pretty pussy thinking I can't hear you.

"Can I help you?" You swear his voice drops an octave and so does your stomach. It felt so fucking wrong, why were you responding to him like this, he wasn't thinking clearly and you were getting turned on-"Like how you helped me?"

"No! No Jamie, you-you don't have to"

Oh, but he wants to because you're so good to him and it's not fair he doesn't help you too. That's how he manages to get you naked and spread out on his bed, shoving his cock in your pussy.

"M'I doing it right?" He still looks at you with the sweetest lost expression but you can't help but notice there's something darker in his eyes. His whines melt into groans, his pace growing faster. "M'so hard mommy"

"J-Jamie, I-" You're so confused over what to do, moans escaping your lips, your pussy swallowing his cock back in each time he thrusts.

"Tell me to stop mommy" You swear you hear a smirk in his voice, his movements suddenly more calculated, his hips perfectly rolling to hit that spot your fingers can never reach, "Tell Jamie to stop"

"St-Jamie, oh God" You pant, your orgasm barreling towards you and you want to scream stop because something is off but his hands snake between your bodies and he finds your clit- "Please!"

"M'gonna think about this when I touch myself, mommy" He rubs you faster, needing you to cum instead of worrying your pretty head, "Can I? Can I think of you when I make a mess? M'gonna make one now, I-

He couldn't wait for you to tell him why your belly would be getting bigger and bigger over the next few months.

Lord I'm sorry.

[hemoglobinjuicebox]

Astarion couldn't believe it. It shouldn't have been possible. Never in all of his life did he ever expect to be where he was.

Bundled in crimson silk from head to chin, cradled to his bare chest, was his newborn daughter. He pressed his nose to her silvery gossamer tufts and breathed, then kissed them. The gentle glow of the candles danced across her sleeping face. Small hands grasped his unbuttoned night shirt.

How could such a tiny little thing like her have him so utterly wrapped around her finger? She was hardly two days old. Yet, he would give her the world if she asked. He would move mountains for her. Seas would part so she could walk wherever she so desired, and the rain would stop just to let the sun shine on her.

“Are you alright, love?” you asked, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “You've hardly said a word since we brought her home.”

Astarion lifted his head and nodded. “Yes, I… I'm fine. She's just—” Hot tears began to trickle down his pallid face. “Look at her. She’s ours. We did this. She’s our darling little girl.”

He tucked her head under his, pressing her pudgy cheek to his chest. You smiled and kissed the bare skin of his shoulder.

“You're going to make such a wonderful father, Astarion,” you said, pecking his lips. They were salty with his tears. “You're going to spoil her rotten.”

“Of course, I will,” he sniffled. “She deserves nothing but everything wonderful in the world.” He let out another wordless cry of joy and pressed his lips to her head again. Oh, how he loved her. How he loved you.

You placed a tender hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles on his warm skin with your thumb. He wept atop your daughter’s hair, whispering such sweet words in her pointed ears.

“I'll keep you safe forever, my little love. I promise.” Another kiss. “You are so beautiful.” Another kiss. “We will love you for the rest of our lives.”

He had come so far. There was once a time in his life when just the sight of a child made his stomach churn. He wanted nothing to do with them. They were wastes of space, wastes of time, wastes of precious energy.

They were the innocence and youth he would never get back.

That is until you came along, stole his heart, picked up all of his pieces, and put him back together again. He was whole when he was with you; he had learned to be whole without you, too. It was no walk in the park—every so often, he would hole himself up in the bedroom and not come out. You would hear his cries and mutters, wishing death upon the wretched world. You would open the door and find him curled into a ball with his knees to his chest and his arms hugging himself tight. He would hiss and spit his verbal venom, trying to turn you away and make you leave for good.

But you stayed.

And it was because of you that he could hold his daughter in his arms. You, who had sacrificed so much for him: your time, your body, your *life.* Each and every time, Astarion wondered if you were insane or desperate and looking for someone to cling to, if you were as broken as he was.

But when his daughter brushed her nose over his skin, he gently shook his head and patted her back. He could ruminate on his life decisions later.

Because his daughter needed him now.

[hotandcringe]

Loser!Matsukawa who hasn't known the touch of a woman.

He is one of those kids who "grew up ugly", so he has very low self esteem, though he is really good at hiding it and acts confident all the time! But he isn't confident enough to ever flirt with someone in real life, afraid to be rejected;

So, he makes tinder. "Just to fuck" he says to his friends.

Loser!Matsukawa who matches with you, conquers your heart with his jokes and his jaw dropping face (and he doesn't even realize it). He is glad you can't see how nervous he is everytime he sends a risky/flirty text, but grins when you reply back with the same energy and his confidence boosts.

Loser!Matsukawa who doesn't expect you to be actually so good-looking when you guys first meet irl. There was a little voice in his head telling him that you might be fake or a catfish, but he is pleasantly surprised when he sees a pretty girl like you smiling and waving at him, he thinks he might be in love.

Loser!Matsukawa who gets flustered when he sees more skin of you when there is a strong wind, your skirt riding up just enough to let him see the pink panties you wore tonight. He tries his best to look away and hide is raging boner.

Loser!Matsukawa who offers you dinner and you fight him for it, saying that it's 2023 and you guys should divide the bill, but he doesn't want to listen, mama ain't raised him like that.

Loser!Matsukawa who makes jokes one after another to hear your precious precious laugh and it fills him with pride that he is the reason of it. Still, he doesn't make any move because, again, he is an insecure little baby and he is not sure if you like him enough!

Loser!Matsukawa who bids you farewell with an awkward hug, but that hug alone was enough to make him horny and he gets blue balled, his boner hurting him while he drives back home.

Loser!Matsukawa who feels so bad jacking off to you :( you guys just met! and you look so sweet and innocent and cute, he is crazy for having all these unholy thoughts about you. He thinks about your pretty lips wrapping around his cock, your fine hands massaging his balls as he moans your name. He cums the fastest thinking about you.

Loser!Matsukawa who takes you on a second date, and this time he drinks a bit of alcohol to gain some courage and finally, he kisses you! (not before asking you though, we love a king who asks for consent first).

Loser!Matsukawa who gets a boner from kissing you and you can see the wet patch forming on his pants and he is so so so embarassed about it :(( so you kiss him more to make him feel better <3

Loser!Matsukawa who gets hard just by even touching your bare skin at any time, be it him touching your shoulder to move you a bit, or grazing your neck to clean some dust off. He. Is. Horny.

Loser!Matsukawa who jerks off every chance he gets, thinking about you.

[gallard0-5]

“Lunch date”

(part 3 of my “inho one shot” series)

summary- It started of with you and your good friends from school having lunch together. Now it ended with Inho finally deciding that you would be his.

pairing- Hwang inho/ x young fem reader

warning ‼️ ⚠️ age gap. reader is 18 and Inho is 40

You and your three girlfriends from school all were having lunch together all taking about the upcoming debutante ball.

“Look see, it’s even in the newspaper” one of her friends excitedly showed off the article of the upcoming event that they were all going to.

“My slip for my dress just disintegrated in my hands. So my poor widowed dad had to make a dash to the intimate store, I swear i’ve never seen his face so red!” You and your friends laughed

“And not cause he was running!” You said adding to more to all the laughs

“All right all right, Min-ji your turn. Not your first kiss.. but your best?” She stood up almost proud to answer

“My best kiss was with a man.. not a boy.”

You and your friends giggled and gasped at the new truth.

“Who? you have to tell us” Min-ji smiled looking down

“All i’m saying that there’s no point in waiting in boys our own age, who have no idea what they’re doing. Either find yourself a man or… take care of your needs yourself” They all chuckled trying not to laugh to loud at that

“Anyways I think it’s y/n’s turn isn’t it?”

You sighed and smiled at your friends waiting for your story

“My first kiss.. is in the very near future” Her friends awed at her innocent answer

“Kiss kiss!” one her friends two year old little sister Ha- neul, happily cheered

You laughed at her cuteness and picked her up into your lap, kissing her face making her laugh out loud. You bounced the Ha- neul on your lap making her more happier.

“Uh oh” Ha- neul said and you looked down the floor looking for the small toy she just dropped.

Someone beat you to it and before you could say thanks you looked up to who found the small toy

“Mr Hwang? hi” you quickly blinked really not expecting to see him here

“It’s good to see you, are you ladies enjoying yourself?” he said with a bright smile while giving the toy back to Ha- neul

“Yes, well these are my good friend’s from school”

In ho said hello to her friends, while carrying this natural charm the he had, even making her friends blush.

An older gentleman then came to his side and said something to him

“Well It seems i’m called back now. My apologies I was in the middle of a meeting.” he quickly then said goodbye and smoothed Ha- neuls hair and squeezed your shoulder before he left.

“Oh my goodness, talk about finding yourself a man. He’s so handsome” her friends gushed at how charming and good looking Mr Hwang was.

“How do you know him?” One of her friends asked now all hanging on there seat for the story

“He’s my dad’s good friend, I haven’t seen him till a about month ago at a wedding” you then remember how you and him were together in one of the rooms, how you even sang for him.

“Well let me tell you, none of my dad’s friends look like that!” You playfully rolled your eyes while your friends giggled agreeing

“Fishy fish!” Ha- neul started to stand up on your lap to see the fishes outside.

Her older sister was about to take her but you insisted that you wanted to take her. You stood up picking her up and kissing her

“It’s no problem, say ‘well be back’” You walked outside of the restaurant to the water fountain filled with swimming fish.

“Look at that one! and that one over there!” You knelt down behind Ha- neul pointing to the fishes.

You rubbed her back and the kissed the back of her head while she excitedly babbled at the moving fish. The people around you smiled at you both while you played together.

“Aww she’s so precious” an older women said to you both

“And such a pretty mom she has”

You didn’t even correct her, instead you just laughed and nodded your head

“She’s a lucky girl she is” You turned and looked up to see Mr Hwang

“Such a beautiful family you are” the older woman gushed and smoothed the toddlers hair and left goodbye

“And who is this?” Mr hwang playfully asked while bending over to Ha- neul in her arms

“Say ‘hello my name is Ha- neul”

In ho laughed as she yelled out her name and tightly hugged you.

“She’s one of my friend’s little sister. She was stuck baby sitting today and I told her that she just had to bring this lil cutie along”

In that moment when you kissed the little girl making her laugh, In ho let himself and everyone around them watching believe that you were the mother of his children. Thinking of the adorable children that you would give him someday, and the wonderful mother you would be.

That you were indeed a happy family.

“Y/n?” Your friends came out to find you

“You ready? Were about to start leaving”

“I can take her home” Mr Hwang answered casually before you could.

“Oh, I don’t want to be a burden..” you said while putting Ha- neul down on the ground

“Of course not, I wanted to show you the flower garden that was here actually”

You looked at him for a brief moment, still hesitating “Ok”

Your friend took Ha- neuls hand saying goodbye to you leaving

“Come” In ho gently led by the small of your back to the garden

“You know your father and I have been friends quite some time now”

“I know, he speaks so fondly of you, which only makes me respect you that much more”

He smiled at you and rubbed your back affectionately

“I could say the same thing about you. Your fathers pride and joy”

You just chuckled waving your hand. Now you both standing under a cherry blossom tree

“No i’m serious. I remember when you were just born your mother said ‘sorry it’s a girl’. But then your father being so happy said ‘no it’s alright, this is better.. our y/n”

You smiled at him, remembering that story too.

“Oh!” before you both could say anything else the wind blew hard making the petals from the flowers blow onto you.

“Even the cherry blossoms are envious of you” he said while wiping off the petals from your blouse.

He started to take off some petals from your hair. In ho then gently took your chin with one of his hands, using his thumb to softly caress you.

The unexpected sound of thunder following hard rain made you get closer to him. In ho quickly took off his jacket and wrapped over you.

“C’mon let’s go” he took your hand and led you out

You followed him out the restaurant outside to the waiting car. He then told the driver your address and drove off.

“Oh my goodness I’m soaking wet” You said while wrapping his jacket tighter around you.

He then put his arms around you and pulled you closer to him while rubbing your arm in trying to keep you warm.

“You know my friends liked you” You said while he smiled rubbing your arm that was still around you

“Ha- neul seemed like she could’ve played with you forever”You laughed a bit at that

“She’s just one of the many kids I babysit”

You went on to talk about how you used your backyard to play with the kids and picking out vegetables to cook together. In ho pleasantly thought how much different you were compared to girls your age, how you truly enjoyed being so pure and innocent. He continued to smile while you kept talking about the cute stories with the children you took care of.

In ho would be forever grateful for his friend for raising such an angelic daughter.

“How is miss Hwang doing?” He was a bit taken back from your question. He cleared his through trying to get snap back into reality

“She’s doing well..already wanting you both to come over soon”

You nodded smiling

“You both are so great, I just hope i’ll look as happy and striking with my future husband”

He then thought to himself that did it not mean he was losing his darling, just when he had secretly made her his?

They now were in front of her home, She took off his jacket and quickly said goodbye. You ran out in the rain towards your home and while you waved back to him from your porch In ho just thought that he would fight.

To better to destroy everything than to surrender you.