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bunny584 · 9 months

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OBSESSED: GOJO

A/N: Satoru is neither patient nor kind. Pity the poor soul that crosses him. So, don’t cross him 🤭 (ok ok I swear the Yuuta one is up next, Satoru was just being demanding, per usual).

C/W: This man is his own content warning LOL. Mature, 18+

“So. Damn. Pretty”

Satoru snaps a photo of you bent over, contemplating the pastries. Another one to add to the infinite album of his only muse.

You’re wearing his favorite pair of yoga pants. And his eyes ride your curves without any brakes in sight.

The pants are suctioned to your rounded hips from your hot Pilates class. Your precious little cunt is so puffy from all the heat and sweat, well outlined like a perfectly packaged gourmet dessert.

You never wear underwear with them. And always try to skirt by him when you come home after your workout. Self conscious about how he always tosses you on the kitchen counter and laps you up until you’re screaming his name like a prayer. Eventually squirting all over the Italian marble.

Satoruuu. You couldn’t have waited until after I showered?

You always blush and whine and avoid his gaze. Hands squeezing down on your thighs, trying to hide how they tremble for him.

His adorable, sweet girl.

He leans back against the window of the coffee shop. What’s a couple more minutes of eye-fucking?

Satoru places his rounded black glasses in his back pocket and pops a dark chocolate Hershey kiss in his mouth. What he really wants is your pussy melting on his tongue but chocolate will do for now.

“He’s so hot.” The shrill, irritating, buzz from the airheads next to him shear through his daydream about you.

“Hey, Blue eyes!”

“Sorry sweetheart. I’m spoken for.”

Satoru flashes one of his empty, razor sharp grins. Which means it’s the end of the conversation for him, but the start of a lifelong infatuation for the other party.

Eyes back on you.

He pierces through you. 3 of the 7 cardinal sins wage war against each other within him.

The barista is looking at you how he looks at you and well…

That simply won’t do.

He approaches you like a lion stalking its prey. Satoru towers over you in less than a second. And you don’t notice.

He finds it so troublesome.

You are oblivious and tiny and smiley and vulnerable and so damn trusting. If the Heavens spoke they’d sing your praises. His beautiful, sacred girl.

Men are vile.

With horrible, depraved, nefarious intentions. They see a girl like you and want to violate. And take. And ruin. And push you to your knees. Pin your head against a wall. Shove his cock through the back of your throat until you’re choking and gurgling his name. Pathetic, pretty pleas for mercy. Hot salty crystalline showers raining from your baby doll eyes — it always makes him rock hard. The way you cry when you’re overstimulated.

Fuck.

Wait. What was he thinking about again?

Right. Protecting you. From scumbags like this fucking barista who won’t stop undressing you with his beady eyes.

He can make those eyes go away. Real quick.

You’re up next to order. Satoru snakes his hand around the back of your neck. You startle back into him, just like a wild doe.

“Sato—“

He kisses the rest of his name off your lips. Tonguing every corner of your sweet mouth. Sucking on your warm muscle. He smirks against your feeble attempts to pull away. Gorgeous face flushed cotton candy pink. So shy. So embarrassed. He can feel himself stiffen in his pants.

“S—sat…”

“I’ve missed you, princess.” He pulls away and you’re gasping for air. Sexy little pants. He could fuck you in the middle of the shop right now.

And he will.

“Hi Satoru,” you purr his name and his dick twitches, “you’re being dramatic. It was one night.”

You toss a glance at the barista apologetically. And Satoru decides he definitely has to end him.

“Can I have a small vanilla latte please?”

God. Your voice alone grabs him by the fucking balls.

You longingly look back at the pastries, and furrow your brows. As if your figure isn’t goddamn perfect. You don’t need those silly pilates classes. Satoru could work you out on his cock every day. Would be more than sufficient enough.

“She’ll also take the biggest slice of berry cake you have.” He follows, shamelessly gripping your ass in his large palm.

You muffle a falsetto whine. But Satoru knows that sound. You act so sheepish and innocent. But there’s a pool of lust between your legs right now and he can’t wait another fucking second to sink into it.

“Good choice.” The idiot smiles and Satoru could rip his trachea out then and there.

“And I’ll have an Americano. 2 extra shots of espresso.” He barks his order before kissing you on the forehead.

“Baby, go get us that back booth in the corner. Yeah?”

You give him a tiny smile that dismantles him. So he grips the back of your head for another bruising kiss before sending you off. He lingers on you walking away from the counter. Brazenly taking another photo of you. Completely ignoring the growing line of patrons behind him.

Satoru turns back to the barista, and he watches the blood drain from his face.

His favorite.

A hunter and the hunted.

“Pretty, right?” Satoru muses casually, reaching for the wallet in his back pocket.

“Uh, y-yeah man. S-she..”

“Probably want to fuck her, don’t you?”

Satoru flashes a toothy grin, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills. He doesn’t carry anything smaller than that.

“W-what? No. No man. I was just. I was being polite.”

Satoru motions for the barista to lean in to hear his next words. He has no choice but to oblige.

“Well, I am going to fuck her. Senseless. In that back booth over there. And if you so much as look in our direction. Or look at her ever again, I’ll rip your throat out and feed it to stray dogs.”

Satoru palms Barista’s cheek two times before stuffing the hundreds into his shirt pocket.

“Keep the change.” Another grin as bright as the sun before sauntering over to the booth with your treats.

“Mmmm, gimme gimme.” You paw at the caffeine and cake, less guilty that you didn’t order the sweet treat for yourself.

He purposefully places them out of your reach.

“Hey! Why—“ Satoru’s large hand encases your neck and pushes your head against the plush booth.

The way you gaze up at him. Wide-eyed. A pretty little deer in his headlights. Oh he loves that about you. How he can read your book front to back with his eyes closed.

His cock can’t stop beating. Against his zipper. Against his thigh. It needs the nourishment between your legs.

Satoru wires his tongue back in your mouth. He bites down on your perfect lips, knowing it’ll get red and flushed and swollen. Just how he likes it when you’re sucking the cum out of him. He can’t feed you his cock here, not yet. But you can sit on it.

You struggle to keep up with his pace. Little moans, little gasps, little “ohs”.

He reluctantly pulls away. Still close enough to your face that the tip of his nose grazes yours. Satoru stares at you. Unblinking. With a quiet smile on his face. He knows what his intensity does to you and he can’t get enough of it.

You squirm. Eyelashes fluttering. Looking in every which direction except into his eyes.

“Look at me baby.” He strums your chin.

“Y-yes daddy.” You whine. So obedient. So pliant.

He much prefers you like this. Not like last night. Out with your friends. Without him. Not letting him pick you up or bring you home. He fucking hates that.

But this. This is perfect.

Satoru stands to his full height. He shrugs out of his black leather jacket before sitting in the booth next to you. Not once breaking his gaze.

You need to be disciplined.

And there’s nothing Satoru loves more than to discipline you with his dick.

“On my lap, little one.”

You eagerly nod and nestle into his legs. His length digging into your clothed flower. He can already feel the heat emanating from your petals.

He drapes his jacket over your lap. Concealing how your bodies are about to mesh.

“I’m going to fuck you, right here, baby.”

“S-satoru, h-here?” He loves when you sound so desperate and nervous. Satoru answers your question with a nip and lick on your earlobe.

“Pull them down.” He husks in your ear.

But Satoru is an impatient man. Your tiny hands take a millesecond too long so he drags your pants to your thighs himself. At the same time unzipping his pants just enough to pull his blushing, leaking lead pipe length.

He’s too big for you. For your petite, doll-like frame. And whenever he rocks you down to his base there’s a Satoru-shaped bludge at the center of your feminine torso.

It makes him want to lock you in his room, forever.

“Oh, oh my god.”

You try to pant quietly when Satoru slides all 10 of his thick, almost inhuman inches into you. And your warm, drenched walls clamp down around him. Like it’s the first time he’s invaded you.

He groans into your shoulder blades. Tilting and rocking you in long, languid movements. Purposeful. He wants you needy. Subservient. Under his spell.

“I missed you last night, baby.” Satoru starts his mind fucking.

“M-missed you…”

“I can’t protect you when you’re not by my side, sweet girl.” He suspends his hips and starts small, saccharine bounces. Making your head bobble like it’s connected to your body by a string.

“Men want to hurt you baby. Take advantage of you.” He continues his rhythm.

You grip the sides of the table. Your cunt creaming all over his length. Clipped, falsetto gasps and whines tumbling from your open mouth.

Satoru’s lips graze the shell of your ear and you evanesce into him.

“You need me. Don’t you pretty? To keep you safe.” His lips trail down your jaw. Nibbling little marks. His territory.

“Y-yes, daddy. I need you.”

Satisfied, Satoru lowers himself back down on the booth. Still violating your womanhood with his length.

So fucking pretty. You struggling to catch your breath and squirming all over his cock. Staining his pants with your arousal.

Satoru pets your head. That’s better. All better.

Just like how he likes you.

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gyorouis · 3 months

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𐙚 HE GETS ME SO HIGH.

— he stands there, asking "would you accept kisses for a lemonade?"

genre: fluff, hint of angst (they're just oblivious), childhood friends to lovers trope

pairing: chf!beomgyu x chf!reader (afab)

warning: none

wordcount: 6.3k (what the hell)

now playing: beabadoobee — he gets me so high ୨ৎ

"give those shrimps to me," you say, slowly spooning the shrimps from beomgyu's plate. he nods, unfazed, and reaches over to take a sip from your lemonade. the cool drink contrasts with the warmth of the food, and he smirks at you, a silent understanding passing between you two.

you have been friends with beomgyu since what feels like an eternity. it all began when you were both still preschoolers. your family had just moved into a new house, and everyone was busy with the hustle and bustle of unpacking and arranging. you, being the only one without a task, decided to spend your time outside.

the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily. you were lost in the joy of watching birds soar across the sky, their wings cutting through the air with graceful ease. you smiled to yourself, trying to count how many had flown past the tall, sturdy tree in your yard, its leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

suddenly, a sharp "psst!" broke your concentration. you looked around, searching for the source of the sound, and your eyes landed on a boy, likely your age. he was taller than you, with dark brown hair that framed his round, doe-like eyes. he wore a pink sleeveless hoodie that complemented his fair skin perfectly. his lips curled into a sheepish smile, revealing a hint of shyness and curiosity.

you furrow your brow, trying to ignore him. "i know you saw me. don’t you dare ignore me," he insists, his small hand resting on his waist, his gaze piercing.

"is that how you welcome your new neighbour?" you quip, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes.

"this is my first time having a neighbour. i have no friends," he admits softly.

to an outsider, your heated exchange might seem like an argument, but it's simply the distance between you that amplifies your voices. "you know you can come into our yard. stop shouting," you offer, a playful tease that elicits a wide grin from him. with that, he dashes towards you, his laughter echoing in the air.

“you’re my friend now.” he said, panting and holding out his hands for you to shake, what a peculiar way to befriend someone, you thought.

“are you desperate to have friends?” you said without accepting his hands. “no, it just so happen that the neighbor is empty, i have a few friends from the racing club where my dad always goes.” he said.

“you’re quite mouthful.” you said chuckling, “you’re quite mean and brat” he fires back, turning your sweet chuckles into unrestrained laughter.

“my mom is baking lemon squares, would you like some?” you said, inviting him inside your house.

that's how your friendship with beomgyu started. since then, you would always play in either of your houses' yards, often with the kitchen set you once cried to your mom to have because your classmate had it. you both spent countless afternoons pretending to cook gourmet meals, giggling as you mixed imaginary ingredients and served each other invisible dishes.

the yard was your playground and sanctuary. in the spring, the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and you would run barefoot on the soft, green grass, playing tag until you were breathless with laughter. beomgyu would sometimes bring his toy cars, and you'd build elaborate tracks in the dirt, racing each other to see who had the fastest vehicle.

during the hot summer days, you'd set up a lemonade stand, hoping to make a few pennies from the neighbours. your makeshift booth, decorated with hand-drawn signs, was the source of endless joy and pride. beomgyu always managed to charm the customers with his infectious smile and cheerful demeanor, while you diligently squeezed lemons and counted the change.

in autumn, the fallen leaves became your treasure. you and beomgyu would take them into giant piles and take turns jumping into them, the crisp leaves crunching beneath your weight. sometimes, you'd pretend to be explorers in a foreign land, with the yard transforming into a vast, uncharted territory full of hidden wonders.

even in the cold winter months, your friendship didn't wane. bundled up in thick coats and scarves, you'd brave the chill to build snow forts and have epic snowball fights. when your fingers and toes grew numb, you'd retreat inside to warm up with hot cocoa, sitting by the fireplace and planning your next great adventure.

as you both grew older and entered grade school, your bond only grew stronger. you partnered up for school projects, sharing secrets and dreams during lunch breaks. beomgyu’s charm and kindness made him popular among your classmates, and it wasn't long before people started to take notice of him. his friendly nature drew others in, and you often found yourself surrounded by new friends because of him.

by middle school, beomgyu had become the unofficial leader of your group of friends. he had an effortless way of making everyone feel included, and his laughter was infectious. you continued to share everything with him – your worries, your dreams, and your plans for the future. it was during these years that you both discovered your interests and passions. you found a love for writing, crafting stories and poems with emotional and descriptive language, while beomgyu excelled in sports and music.

high school brought new challenges and adventures. beomgyu joined the school's soccer team and a band, quickly becoming a star player and a talented musician. his popularity soared, and it seemed like everyone had a crush on him. you often found yourself playing the role of a mediator, as classmates approached you to get closer to beomgyu. they would ask for his favorite snacks, his schedule, or even tips on how to talk to him. you didn't mind at all – perhaps, that’s what you thought.

your friendship remained unwavering despite the attention he received. beomgyu always made time for you, whether it was studying together for exams, attending school dances, or simply hanging out at your favorite café. you both supported each other's dreams and aspirations, cheering each other on through every success and failure.

as graduation approached, you both faced the daunting task of deciding your future paths. you applied to colleges with strong writing programs, while beomgyu auditioned for music schools and sports scholarships. the thought of possibly going to different schools was bittersweet, but you knew that your bond was strong enough to withstand the distance.

watching beomgyu have his growing popularity and the small crushes people had on him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. he handled it all with grace and humility, never letting it change who he was at his core. you admired his ability to stay true to himself, even as everyone around him seemed to be fighting for his attention.

college acceptance letters arrived, and you were thrilled to be accepted into your top choice for its renowned writing program. beomgyu received multiple offers as well, and after much consideration, he chose a school with both a strong music department and a competitive soccer team. though you would be attending different colleges, you promised to stay in touch and visit each other whenever possible.

these were the times like this, both of you slumped on your apartment's worn, yet cozy couch, surrounded by the aroma of home-cooked meals. the table before you was a feast of your favorite shrimp pasta and beomgyu’s beloved carbonara, accompanied by your signature lemonade, its tangy sweetness a nostalgic reminder of simpler times.

"those times where we played cooking sure do help you become this good," beomgyu remarked, a playful grin on his face as he twirled his fork in the creamy pasta.

"it comes out naturally," you replied with a shrug, though secretly pleased by his compliment.

"how is it going with soobin, anyway?" he asked, referring to your blockmate who had become a close friend during your college years.

"we're good friends," you said, your voice a bit too casual as you avoided his teasing gaze.

"you're so boring. come on, tell me about it!" he persisted, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

you took a deep breath, your mind racing. how could you begin to tell him? what would you even say? that whenever you were with soobin, all you talked and blabbed about was him? that your lunchtime conversations with soobin often revolved around beomgyu, your little crush on him since third grade? since that summer you were selling your good old lemonade, and he cheekily asked if you accepted kisses as payment for a lemonade? no way, you wouldn't want to talk about it, not with him.

having soobin had been a relief because he was the only person who knew about your little crush on beomgyu.

"i'm telling the truth!" you lied, attempting to sound convincing.

"whatever, keep that romance in you then," he said, rolling his eyes and digging back into his food.

you returned your attention to the television. flipped was playing – a movie you had both watched countless times since high school. its familiar scenes unfolded on the screen, a comforting backdrop to your thoughts.

your eyes darted to your lap when beomgyu absentmindedly flopped his legs on top of yours, his weight warm and reassuring. beomgyu and his antics never failed to make your heart race like a marathon winner.

"you're so gross, get your legs off of me," you said, pushing his legs off to save yourself from a heart attack.

"don't act like we didn't shower together until second grade," he said, flicking your forehead with a mischievous smile.

you shot him a look, a deadly one, before turning your head to hide your flushed cheeks, which had turned a deep shade of tomato-red.

"you’re so easy to fluster," he teased, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head. "but seriously, i’m glad we still get to do this. college has been crazy, but hanging out with you feels like home."

"same here," you murmured, your heart swelling with a mix of fondness and unspoken longing.

the movie played on, and the room filled with a comfortable silence. you glanced at beomgyu, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the screen. he was still the same beomgyu you’d known since childhood, yet somehow different – more mature, more confident. you wondered if he ever felt the same way about you, if he ever thought about those summers spent selling lemonade or the countless afternoons playing pretend.

as the credits rolled, beomgyu stretched and yawned. "i should get going. early practice tomorrow," he said, getting up and grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

"yeah, don’t want to keep you," you replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.

"hey," he said, turning to look at you with a soft smile. "thanks for dinner. it was really good, as always."

"no problem," you said, returning his smile.

he leaned in and gave you a quick hug, his arms warm and comforting around you. "see you soon?"

"definitely," you promised, your heart aching a little as you watched him leave.

after he left, you sat back down on the couch, staring at the empty bowls and the remnants of your meal. your thoughts drifted back to soobin and your countless conversations about beomgyu. you knew you couldn’t keep your feelings hidden forever, but for now, you were content with the way things were. beomgyu was your best friend, and that was enough.

at least, that’s what you told yourself.

a week passed without the sight of beomgyu, and you couldn't deny missing him for the past few days. you missed seeing his doe eyes twinkle whenever he looked at you, the way his hair fell on his forehead, and his small teases that got you flustered every time. despite not seeing beomgyu in person, you still got to talk to him through the phone, sharing late-night calls where you talked about everything from your daily routines to you talking about your frustrations with writing, to silly stories that happens to you. those calls were a lifeline, a way to keep the connection strong even with the distance. each conversation reminded you why everyone adored him – his kindness, his humor, the way he made you feel seen and heard.

"what do you think?" your attention snapped back to soobin when he waved his hand in front of you. "you’re thinking about him again," he teased, a knowing smile on his face.

"shut up," you muttered, rolling your eyes.

"what were you saying again?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation back.

"i was asking if you could come with me to this party," he said, showing you a picture of an invitation on his phone. it was a glossy card, elegantly designed with gold lettering. "taehyun's throwing it. you know, our blockmate? he’s friends with beomgyu too."

"didn't know they still do physical invitations these days," you said, examining the picture.

"i know, right? it's pretty old-school," soobin chuckled. "but it's supposed to be a big deal. lots of people from our department will be there. it'll be fun."

you considered his offer for a moment. a party could be a good distraction, a chance to clear your head and maybe even enjoy yourself. plus, it would be nice to spend some time with soobin outside of your usual routine.

"alright, i'll go with you," you agreed, smiling.

"great! it'll be fun, i promise," soobin said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "we'll meet at my place around 7?"

"sounds good," you nodded.

later that day, you decided to give beomgyu a call. you dialed his number, feeling a flutter of nerves as you waited for him to pick up.

"hey, you," his familiar voice came through the line, instantly soothing you.

"hey, beomgyu," you said, smiling. "so, there's this party at taehyun's place on friday. are you going?"

"taehyun's party? i heard about it," he replied, his tone regretful. "i don't think i can make it, though. things have been really hectic with the band and soccer practice. i'm swamped."

"oh," you said, unable to hide your disappointment. "that's too bad. it would have been nice to see you."

"i know," he said softly. "i miss you. but i'll make it up to you, i promise. we'll find some time to hang out soon."

"i'd like that," you replied, feeling a bit better. "take care of yourself, okay?"

"you too," he said. "have fun at the party."

the rest of the week flew by in a blur of classes and assignments. despite your best efforts, your thoughts often drifted back to beomgyu. you wondered what he was up to, if he missed you as much as you missed him. but you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the upcoming party.

when friday night arrived, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, debating what to wear. after much deliberation, you settled on a casual yet stylish outfit – a soft, oversized sweater paired with your favorite jeans and ankle boots. you wanted to look good, but not like you were trying too hard.

the party at taehyun's house was already in full swing by the time you arrived. the house was packed with people, the air filled with the hum of conversations and the beat of music. you stuck close to soobin, navigating through the crowd and making small talk with familiar faces.

"there's a drink station in the kitchen," soobin pointed out. "let's grab something."

you followed him into the kitchen, where a variety of drinks were laid out on the counter. as you poured yourself a soda, you couldn’t help but glance around, half-expecting to see beomgyu’s familiar face in the crowd.

"you okay?" soobin asked, handing you a cup.

"yeah, just... taking it all in," you said, forcing a smile.

"you'll have fun, i promise," he assured you, clinking his cup against yours.

as the night wore on, you found yourself relaxing more, even enjoying the party. you and soobin danced, laughed, and chatted with friends. it was a good distraction, a way to momentarily forget about the ache of missing beomgyu.

but as the evening drew to a close, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. you stepped outside for some fresh air, leaning against the railing of the porch. the cool night air was a refreshing contrast to the lively atmosphere inside.

"mind if i join you?" soobin’s voice broke the silence.

"not at all," you replied, glancing at him as he leaned against the railing beside you.

"you’ve been a bit off tonight," he said gently. "is it because of beomgyu?"

you sighed, nodding. "i just... i miss him. it’s weird not having him around."

"i get it," soobin said. "but you know, he probably misses you just as much."

"maybe," you said, staring at the stars. "it’s just hard sometimes."

"hey," soobin nudged you lightly. "for what it’s worth, i think you’re handling it really well. and if you ever need to talk, i’m here."

"thanks, soobin," you said, smiling at him.

"anytime," he replied, his smile warm and reassuring.

as you stood there, the cool night air wrapping around you, you felt a bit better. the party had been a good distraction, and soobin's support meant a lot. you knew that no matter what happened, you had friends who cared about you.

and maybe, just maybe, you’d find a way to tell beomgyu how you really felt. but for now, you were content to take things one step at a time, surrounded by people who made your world a little brighter.

your mind was filled, and you didn't even realize you were drinking pretty heavily. just then, when you stood up to get another cup of drink and to find soobin, you realized you were drunk. your world was practically spinning now. "fuck," you muttered, gripping the edge of the counter to steady yourself.

you took a deep breath, trying to clear your head, but the room kept swaying. deciding it was best to find soobin and tell him you needed to go home, you carefully made your way through the crowded living room. each step felt like walking on a rocking boat, and you had to focus hard to keep from stumbling.

finally, you spotted soobin talking to some friends near the back of the house. you waved to get his attention, but your hand-eye coordination was off, and it came out as more of a flailing gesture.

"soobin!" you called out, your voice louder than you intended. he turned and immediately noticed your state, his smile fading into concern.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, quickly making his way over to you.

"i think i've had too much to drink," you admitted, leaning heavily against him for support.

"let's get you some water and find a place for you to sit down," he said, guiding you to a quieter corner of the house. he handed you a bottle of water and watched as you took a few sips, the cool liquid helping to clear some of the fog in your mind.

"thanks, soobin," you said, your voice a bit steadier now.

"no problem," he replied, sitting down beside you. "do you want me to call you a ride home?"

you nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude. "yeah, that would be great."

as soobin pulled out his phone to arrange a ride, you leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. the sounds of the party seemed distant now, a muffled background noise to your swirling thoughts.

"hey, is she okay?" a familiar voice broke through your haze, and you opened your eyes to see taehyun standing there, his expression worried.

"yeah, she just had a bit too much to drink," soobin explained. "i'm getting her a ride home."

"do you need any help?" taehyun offered, looking between the two of you.

"i think we're good, but thanks," soobin replied with a small smile.

just then, your phone buzzed with a text. you fumbled to pull it out of your pocket, squinting at the screen. it was from beomgyu.

["hey, i finished practice early. how's the party? missing you."]

you couldn't help but smile at his message, the warmth of his words cutting through the fog. you quickly typed a reply, your fingers clumsy on the screen.

["wish you were here. i might have had a bit too much to drink. soobin's getting me a ride home."]

almost immediately, your phone buzzed again. ["wait there. i'm coming to get you."]

you stared at the message, your heart skipping a beat. beomgyu was coming? despite his hectic schedule, he was dropping everything to come to your rescue. the thought filled you with a mix of relief and affection.

"beomgyu's on his way," you told soobin, feeling a bit more at ease.

"that's good," soobin said, patting your shoulder. "he'll take care of you."

you nodded, leaning back and letting your eyes drift shut again. it felt like only a few minutes had passed before you heard beomgyu's voice.

"where is she?" his tone was urgent, and you opened your eyes to see him scanning the room. when he spotted you, his expression softened with relief.

"i'm here," you called out weakly, lifting your hand.

beomgyu rushed over and knelt beside you, his eyes filled with concern. "are you okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"i'm better now that you're here," you admitted, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. the combination of alcohol and emotions was overwhelming.

"let's get you home," he said gently, helping you to your feet. with one arm securely around your waist, he guided you out of the house and to his car.

the cool night air was a welcome relief as you stepped outside. beomgyu helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable before getting in on the driver's side. as he started the car, he glanced over at you, his expression softening.

"you scared me," he admitted quietly. "i hate seeing you like this."

"i'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling a wave of guilt. "i didn't mean to ruin your night."

"you didn't ruin anything," he assured you, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "i'm just glad i could be here for you."

the drive home was quiet, the streetlights passing by in a blur as beomgyu drive through the late-night traffic. you leaned against the passenger window, feeling the cool glass against your cheek as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"you're always nice, not just to me but with everybody," you murmured, your voice soft and slurred from the alcohol. "no wonder everybody likes you."

beomgyu glanced at you with a fond smile, his eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the road. "why? do youme like the way they do?" he teased gently, his tone playful yet sincere.

"maybe," you whispered, the words barely audible even to yourself. beomgyu turned to look at you, about to ask you to repeat yourself, but as he glanced over, he saw you already drifting off to sleep. your head had slumped against the car window, your breathing steady and calm.

"hey," he said softly, reaching over to gently adjust your head so it rested more comfortably against the headrest. he couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, peaceful and vulnerable in sleep. he drove the rest of the way in silence, stealing occasional glances at you, his heart warm with affection.

when he finally pulled up to your apartment building, beomgyu carefully unbuckled your seatbelt and gently lifted you into his arms. you stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, but didn't wake. he carried you up to your apartment, his steps light and careful, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

inside, he laid you down on your bed, tucking a blanket around you with utmost tenderness. as he stood there, watching you sleep, he brushed a stray hair from your face, his fingertips lingering against your cheek.

as you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you felt was the gentle press of beomgyu's lips against your forehead, and you knew, deep down, that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

you woke up from the smell of bacon and eggs wafting into your nostrils, slowly stirring from sleep. who could possibly be in your kitchen right now?

curiosity piqued, you tiptoed out of your bedroom and crept toward the kitchen. there, you saw broad shoulders moving skillfully as someone cooked. leaning against the wall, you observed quietly. his hair was tousled from bed, and he hummed softly while his head bobbed to an unheard rhythm, completely unaware of your presence.

a smile tugged at your lips. it was a rare treat to see beomgyu like this—casual, domestic, and utterly charming. you couldn't help but wonder, would he be like this if you weren't just friends, but lovers? the thought sent a blush creeping up your cheeks, and you quickly turned away, rushing back to your room to wash your face.

"fuck," you muttered to yourself, the cool water helping to clear your mind. "fuck it."

you were supposed to just have a crush on him, a harmless infatuation. not this—where you found yourself imagining him as more than a friend, your heart racing at the mere thought.

you went to your kitchen again, this time more prepared—or so you told yourself. you tried to erase the lingering thoughts from your mind.

"you're here?" you began, catching beomgyu's attention. "oh, you're awake. i've prepared coffee, just help yourself," he stated casually.

"yes, sir," you replied with a small smile, feeling a flutter in your chest at his easy presence.

you thanked him for last night and talked about what happened at the party and how his practice went. you watched him as he excitedly recounted the events of the practice game and the band, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. you couldn't help but wonder if his eyes always sparkled like that, your heart tugging at the thought.

his lips, ever so slightly pouting when he talked about losing his favorite guitar pick, seemed particularly inviting today, drawing your attention. you noticed how they curved into a smile when he caught you staring.

"do i have something on my mouth?" he asked, his voice teasing, making you flinch slightly and look into his eyes. "y-yeah, you've got ketchup on your lower lip. it's gross," you lied, your cheeks heating up.

his smile grew wider, amused. how could he have ketchup on his lips when he didn't even like ketchup in the first place? it was a detail you, of all people, had memorized.

playing along, he pretended to wipe whatever imaginary ketchup was on his lips. "what were you saying again?" you asked, trying to regain your composure.

beomgyu stayed the whole day to spend it with you. you were busy working on your work-in-progress plate while he played games on your pc. the hum of the computer and the clicking of his mouse filled the room, blending with the soft rustle of paper as you sketched. "don't you have practice today?" you asked as you stretched, your back sore from sitting too long. he paused his game for a moment, glancing over at you. "we don't, why?" he replied, his voice casual but his eyes curious.

"nothing, just asking," you added, trying to sound nonchalant as you returned to your work.

he nodded and fished his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie, checking it briefly. 13 unread messages, 5 missed calls. he pursed his lips and put his phone in airplane mode, pursing his lips before and shaking his head.

"what are we having for lunch?" he asked, drawing your attention. when you didn't answer immediately, he looked at you, finding you deep in thought. your pen was on your lips, which you nibbled absentmindedly as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. you muttered a few words under your breath, trying to fit them into your writing.

beomgyu completely shifted his focus to you, his elbows resting on your pc table as he watched you intently. he knew you had a talent for writing, especially poems. memories of you helping him with his literature assignments in high school flashed in his mind. you always earned him straight As, and he kept all those assignments in his closet, casually reading them whenever he had time.

he was the one who pushed you to pursue writing. you were supposed to take another course because your parents said it wasn't practical. he remembered the day you cried to him about it, your tears glistening like stars in your eyes. without you knowing, he talked to your parents, telling them how much you loved writing and how he loved seeing your eyes light up whenever you shared your ideas with him. it was the same way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about you with his blockmate friend, kai.

he had no idea when or why it started, but he remembered one day when kai and he were discussing poems to get ideas for writing songs. his eyes lit up, and he began bragging about you and your writing. he was always like this, whether it was from pure adoration of his best friend or something deeper, he paid it no mind.

he remembered the smallest things about you and would insert your name into every conversation he had with kai. it sometimes made kai laugh at how oblivious beomgyu was about his feelings toward you. "you like her, don't you?" kai said to him once when beomgyu suddenly mentioned you while they were talking about their favorite online game. when they talked about valorant, his eyes lit up as he started talking about how you loved playing it. "you think?" he casually asked kai, as if liking you didn't bother him.

since then, he became more cautious of your reactions to him, trying to read you. he watched as you got flustered easily with his antics and remarks. at first, he thought it was just a natural occurrence whenever he teased you.

but he thought otherwise when he tried to put his hand on your chin once when you asked if you had something in your eye. it was hard for him—really hard—to focus on your eyes without suddenly wanting to brush his lips against yours. he witnessed how your cheeks changed from pale to bright pink, almost tomato-like.

that's when he realized that he wasn't the only one who got flustered at being this close. no one would get flustered with their friend's face this close, right? right. no one. he convinced himself.

"hey," you repeated, snapping beomgyu out of his thoughts. "hmm?" he responded, his brows lifting, eyes meeting yours with a gentle curiosity.

"i said, would you like to just order or should i cook?" you asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. he paused, considering, before his face broke into that familiar, heartwarming grin. "hmm, pizza?" your eyes sparkled with excitement. "omg! yes, i love your brain so much," you exclaimed, the joy in your voice making beomgyu's smile widen. you hurried toward him, phone in hand, not thinking as you plopped down into his lap. his hands moved instinctively, wrapping around your waist steadying you. "hey, take it easy..." he chuckled, the sound of his laughter vibrating through you.

still unaware of how closely you were sitting, you held up your phone to show him the food options. "what would you like?" you asked eagerly, eyes bright with anticipation. "what are you having?" he asked, his gaze not on the phone but on your face. he loved watching you get excited over the simplest things. his eyes drifted down to his arms, wrapped snugly around you, and a soft blush spread across his cheeks at the thought of holding you like this every day.

"i'll have whatever you're having," beomgyu said, his voice tender "i'm having garlic shrimp," you said, looking at him. "hmm... it could work," he replied, surprising you. "really? you want to try seafood?" you asked, amused. "oh come on, don't act like i haven't eaten seafood at least once," he said, rolling his eyes and earning a sweet chuckle from you.

"how about drinks?" you asked again. "i miss your lemonade," he whispered, his head resting lightly against your back, his arms tightening around your waist as if he never wanted to let go.

"i still have a few lemons in the fridge. i'll make us some," you said. it was then you realized you were sitting in his lap. you shifted to look at beomgyu, who was now snuggling closer. you couldn't help but smile at him, feeling the urge to snuggle into him as well.

"are you sleepy?" you asked softly. he shook his head and looked up at you, his breath catching as he realized how close your faces were, your noses nearly touching. "...so close," you said, wide-eyed, trying to signal him to move back, but he didn't budge. "...hmm, so close," he whispered, his hot breath making you lose your own.

slowly, ever so slowly, beomgyu leaned in, his face mere inches from yours. his eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but all he found was your sparkling gaze, filled with a longing that mirrored his own. he took your gaze as consent, inching even closer. just as your lips were about to meet, the apartment doorbell rang. you jumped up from his lap, your heart racing. "that must be the food," you said, a slight tremor in your voice.

"i-i'll get it," you said, heading for your room when beomgyu's hand gently clasped yours. you turned back to him, his touch grounding you. "hey, don't panic. let me get it. you go make the lemonade," he said, his fingers softly brushing against your cheek.

his touch usually calmed you, but this time it sent your heart into overdrive. you shook your head, trying to steady the rush of emotions. "o-okay," you said, retreating to the kitchen, your mind swirling with the almost-kiss and to your fast heartbeat that you can literally hear.

lunch with beomgyu bordered on awkwardness. after that almost-kiss, neither of you had uttered a word, and now, as you ate, the silence stretched between you. a movie played in the background, but neither of you focused on the television. instead, both of you were lost in your own thoughts, replaying what had happened in the very room, thinking about what could have happened if the food hadn't arrived. beomgyu wanted to curse the food. no, he wanted to curse himself for being too slow to even brush his lips against yours.

you glanced at beomgyu, his expression thoughtful and distant. his fork pushed around the shrimp on his plate, not really eating. the tension in the air was palpable, making you squirm in your seat. you took a sip of your lemonade, trying to gather your thoughts, but your mind kept drifting back to the feel of his arms around you, the way his breath had mingled with yours.

"beomgyu," you finally said, breaking the silence. your voice sounded tentative even to your own ears. he looked up, eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"yeah?" his voice was soft, almost cautious.

"about earlier..." you began, trailing off as you searched for the right words. his eyes darkened slightly, and he leaned forward, giving you his full attention.

"i'm sorry," he said suddenly, surprising you. "i shouldn't have... i mean, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." his words tumbled out, and you could see the genuine concern in his eyes.

"no, it's not that," you said quickly, shaking your head. "it's just... i wasn't uncomfortable. i was just surprised, that's all." you bit your lip, trying to find the courage to say what you really felt. "beomgyu, i..."

"you what?" he prompted gently, his gaze unwavering.

"i've liked you for a long time," you blurted out, your cheeks burning. "since we were kids, really. and i guess i didn't realize just how much until recently." there, you said it. the truth was out in the open, and you felt both relieved and terrified.

he stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. "i've felt the same way for so long, but i was too scared to say anything."

you looked at him, your heart swelling with emotion. "really?"

"really," he confirmed, his big hands found their way to your warm cheeks like it was fit to caress it "and about earlier... i'm glad the food came when it did. because now, we can do this properly." he leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours.

"would you still accept kisses for a lemonade?" beomgyu asked, a wide grin on his lips.

you felt your heart skip a beat, the playful words from your childhood carrying so much weight now. "only if you're the customer," you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

he smiled, his gaze softening as he leaned closer. "i am," he murmured.

as the two of you came closer, it felt like the bridge of uncertainty had collapsed beneath you, leaving behind the years of pining and hesitation. in that moment, as your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss, it was as if everything had fallen into place. the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled longing dissolved, replaced by a warmth that spread from your intertwined hands to the depths of your hearts. each touch, each whispered confession, sealed the promise of something new and beautiful—something that had been quietly blossoming between you for years.

gyo's note: sacrificing my sleep to finish this is the best decision i've made so far >< your feedback will mean a lot for me and if you could, please reblog or i will cry. i hope you liked it if you made it to this part. xoxo!

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allgoodnamesrgoneee · 2 months

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Can you make one of you and Kylian the night after his presentation? He’s still on a high after his long happy day so it’s just really passionate romantic sex full of praise

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Kylian celebrate his presentation to Real Madrid in your own way

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.8k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), romantic sex, multiple orgasms, Kylian being a fool in love,

The heat of his breath lingered on your neck.

You were trying so hard to focus on the story that Kylian's dad was telling but you just couldn't. You could feel his fingers tracing over your thighs and up your back. You could feel him leaning in closer to you. His warm breath was washing over you and you felt like you were going to melt.

You tried to push him away. To keep him from getting too close. To keep him from getting you too worked up in front of his family.

But it was no use.

The tension could be cut with a sword. His touch, light as a feather, sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you. You bit your lip as he started placing small kisses down your neck. His lips hot against your heated skin.

Your breath hitched, and you shifted slightly, hoping to create some distance, but Kylian only took it as an invitation to pull you closer. His hand slid around your waist, a gentle but firm reminder of his presence.

You guys were currently at a restaurant that his mom had rented out to celebrate his first day at Real Madrid. The restaurant was a lavish display of wealth.

Crystal chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly set tables, their delicate china and polished silverware gleaming under the ambient light. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of gourmet dishes, but you barely noticed it, lost in the storm brewing at your side.

His whole family was in the room, engaged in cheerful conversation and clinking glasses in celebration. They seemed oblivious to the storm that raged between you and Kylian.

You knew you had to stop this. You knew you had to stop him.

But you just couldn't.

Not when he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Not when he was calling you beautiful and perfect and telling you how much he loved you. The words melted you. They were like a key to your soul, and you were powerless against them.

"Kylian," you whispered, keeping your eyes on Wilfried "not here." You tried to sound firm, but your voice betrayed you, coming out weak and breathy.

"I can't help it," he whispered back. His lips were still on your skin and the vibrations made your whole body shiver.

You dared a glance at him, and the intensity in his eyes took your breath away. There was a mischievous glint in them, a silent promise of more to come. His lips were tantalizingly close to your ear, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, husky whisper that sent a thrill coursing through your veins.

“Relax,” he murmured, his words a sultry caress against your ear. “No one’s watching.”

His hand slid lower, and you could feel his fingers slipping under your dress. You shivered as he stroked your bare leg.

You shook your head, trying to clear the haze, but his words echoed in your mind, and your heart raced with anticipation. You could feel the tension building, and you knew that you couldn't stop him. Not this time.

You didn't want to stop him.

You were desperate for it. For him.

For his touch, for his kisses, for his love.

The thought sent a shiver coursing through you and you leaned back into him. Your heart pounded in your chest, a wild, unrestrained rhythm.

Desperate to regain some semblance of control, you forced yourself to focus on Kylian’s dad. He was gesticulating wildly, his voice rising and falling with the excitement of his tale. You latched onto his words, trying to drown out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm you.

“…and then Kylian scored the winning goal,” his dad exclaimed, his face beaming with pride. “It was beautiful! A work of art.”

Your mind automatically turned to Kylian. To the way he’d looked on the field today. The crowd's roar, the flash of cameras, the way he moved with such grace and power. You remembered the pride swelling in your chest as he’d turned to the crowd, a triumphant smile playing on his lips, his eyes seeking yours in the sea of faces.

That moment had felt like it was just for the two of you. Like the world had melted away and all that was left was Kylian.

His smile, his eyes, his lips.

You shivered, remembering the feel of his lips against yours when he'd come off the field. His arms around you, holding you close. You remembered the way he'd looked at you. The way he'd whispered "I love you" into your ear.

You knew what it meant to him to be here. You've seen him fight for every dream he's ever had. Every goal, every trophy, every game won. Every single step he's taken on this journey. And now to be playing for the team he's always dreamed of playing for.

And you were so proud. So proud of of the way he’d carved his name into the annals of football history. Of how hard he worked.

So proud of the person he was. Proud to be his.

You leaned back into his embrace, letting your eyes drift to him, taking in the sharp jawline and the deep set eyes that shone like the sun.

He felt your gaze on him, and he turned to look at you. He was still smiling from his dad's story, but as he met your gaze, his smile faltered, and his eyes grew soft. He studied you for a moment, as if trying to read the unspoken words that danced in the depths of your eyes.

The playful mischief that had sparkled in them was replaced by something deeper, more sincere. His fingers paused their exploration, tracing delicate patterns on your skin, as though he was trying to gauge the rhythm of your pulse.

The world around you seemed to fade into a distant hum. The sounds of laughter and conversation from the gathering guests melted away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy.

"Thank you," he whispered. His voice was low, rough, filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here with me."

You swallowed hard, trying to process the sudden change.

His words lit your soul on fire. They were simple, yet they cut through the haze of your emotions with startling clarity. You could feel the sincerity in his tone, the raw gratitude that lay beneath his casual demeanor.

Your fingers twitched, and you placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but it conveyed volumes—everything you couldn’t quite articulate in words.

"You don’t have to thank me," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the distant clamor of the party. "I wouldn’t be anywhere else."

You felt his gaze on you, like a weight on your skin, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Promise?" he asked. His fingers tightened around your hand, and you felt the pulse in his wrist quicken.

You nodded, your heart skipping a beat.

"I promise," you breathed, your words barely audible over the pounding in your chest.

The corner of his mouth curved upwards, and you saw his chest rise with a deep breath. You watched, captivated by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. The way his lips pressed together, his tongue darting out to lick them.

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, you felt like you were drowning. Like you were slipping beneath the waves of his love for you. His eyes were so full of warmth and love. They were so soft, so gentle.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he spoke. “You make all of this worth it.”

You tried to form words, but none came. Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You gently cupped his face in your hands, guiding him closer until your foreheads touched. His eyes fluttered closed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

“I love you, Kylian Mbappé” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “More than you know.” Your hands curled into his shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you held him closer.

You heard his breath hitch, then he was on you.

His lips brushed against yours in a light, gentle kiss. Everything that had once held significance—his new contract, his presentation, the adoration of millions—faded into insignificance. There was only this.

It was a tender, soft kiss, full of meaning and emotion. It was a promise, a vow, a declaration.

It was Kylian telling you that he loved you. It was him showing you that he needed you. That he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Kylian pulled back, his breath ragged and labored. He opened his eyes, and you were struck by the depth of his gaze. It was as if he was trying to convey a million different emotions to you, trying to show you that he meant every word.

You let your eyes drift closed, allowing the moment to wash over you.

When you opened them again, you noticed that Kylian’s mom was watching the two of you, her face soft with a knowing smile.

You smiled back at her and she gave you a slight nod before turning back to talking to Ethan.

You looked back at Kylian, who was still watching you. His gaze was still soft, and his eyes still shone with love for you.

You wanted him. You wanted to give him all of your love and affection. You wanted him to know that you were his. Always.

You wanted to feel his hands on your skin, his lips on your neck, his arms around you. You wanted him inside of you, taking you. You wanted to hear him tell you that he loved you, that you were his. That he needed you. You felt the need growing inside of you. Building up to a crescendo.

Kylian could see it in your eyes. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he wanted it too.

He wanted to pull you into his lap and take you right then and there. He wanted to lift your skirt and pull your panties to the side. He wanted to sink into you, to feel your warmth. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around him, to hear your breath hitch as he filled you. He wanted to feel your lips on his skin, your nails digging into his arms. He wanted to feel your breasts against him, to feel your nipples hardening under his touch.

He wanted all of you.

You both sat there, watching each other, trying to decide what to do. You knew you needed to leave. To take him home. To give him the best night of his life. He nodded as if he knew what you were thinking.

Without a word, you both stood up, leaving your napkins on the table. You both walked over to Kylian’s mom, who looked up at you as you approached.

“Maman,” Kylian said “On va rentrer à la maison.”

Fayza paused, her eyes flickering over both of you with concern. Wondering why you were leaving so early. “Déja?” she asked, voice tinged with worry.

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yes, sorry, we're just… really tired.”

Kylian’s lips brushed against your ear again, his chuckle low and wicked. “Liar,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You shot him a warning look, but it was half-hearted at best. You could barely keep from smiling at the slight smirk on his lips. You felt like children that got away with taking cookies from the cookie jar.

His mom looked at you both, her eyes flicking back and forth between you two before realization kicked in.

She gave you a knowing look before looking back at her son with a smirk. “You must have had quite the day,” she teased, “but I guess you deserve it. Go, go. I’m sure the two of you want some privacy.” She winked at the two of you before patting Kylian on the arm. “Enjoy your night, mon amour.” She stood up to give Kylian a hug before giving you a hug as well. “Be safe,” she said, her voice low and playful.

You thanked her mortified and you and Kylian walked away.“We should say goodnight to your family,” you told him, your voice soft.

Kylian nodded and placed a hand on your back, guiding you through the room. He stopped every now and then to hug his family and say goodbye, but he never left your side.

You step out of the restaurant, feeling the cool air hit your flushed skin. You pull in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the city.

It's a mix of smog and people, of food and trash. Of Madrid. Of your new home.

Kylian looks over at you, a smile playing on his lips. "Ready?" He asks, his voice soft.

You nod and he steps forward to open the car door for you. He waits for you to sit before closing the door and going around to the driver's side. As soon as he got into the car, he reached over and took your hand. He brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm.

His fingers traced over your wrist, sending tingles down your spine.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," he whispered, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Now I'm gonna take you home and fuck you all night. And you're going to love every second of it." He promised, his voice deep and husky. His eyes were full of desire. Full of need.

Your breath hitched at his tone. At the promise of what he was going to do to you tonight. You feel yourself growing wetter, your panties sticking to your skin.

His hand slipped down, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress. He tugged it up, exposing your skin to the air. His fingers slipped under, rubbing over your panties feeling how damp they are. He groaned when he felt how wet you were for him. How much you wanted him.

His thumb circled around your clothed clit, making you moan. He leans over and gives your neck a quick kiss, his tongue sliding over your skin.

He pulls away before you can enjoy his touch. You whimpered at the loss of contact. He chuckled as he put the car in drive.

He pulled out of the parking lot and into the streets of Madrid.

The city lights of the festive city flickered past the windows, painting fleeting golden strokes across the interior.

Kylian’s gaze remained on the road, but his hands remained on your thigh, rubbing the skin he had access to. His touch sent heat through your body, warming you to your core. You squirmed under his touch, the fabric of your panties chafing against your clit.

You wanted him inside you now.

When the car finally came to a stop outside your apartment, you practically jumped out the car making Kylian chuckle at your obvious desperation.

The elevator ride up to your floor was torturous. Kylian stood close behind you, his breath warm against your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist, body pressed against yours. His cock was hard, pushing into your back as he leaned in and nipped at your neck. You shivered as he breathed hotly against your skin, making you melt in his arms.

"Kylian, please." You whimpered, arching into his touch. He leaned back slightly and smirked down at you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." The words were a seductive promise, his voice low and husky.

You barely had time to process his words before you were at your door. Your fingers fumbled with the keys, your hands trembling slightly. You heard Kylian laugh behind you, his chest vibrating against your back. You felt his hands cover yours as he took the keys from you. He quickly unlocked the door and pulled you inside.

As soon as the door closed, he had you against the wall. His mouth was on yours, devouring your lips. He kissed you like you were air and he was drowning. Like he needed this kiss to survive. His lips were hot against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours.

His fingers gripped the nape of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. Making you moan into the kiss. He was greedy and desperate and you matched him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands slid under your ass, lifting you off the ground and he began to lead you towards the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as he carried you.

He stopped in the middle of the room and slowly lowered you down. He pressed another kiss to your mouth, pulling back when he was sure you were steady. Kylian pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. You felt his hot breath against your face. His eyes were wild, burning with hunger.

He pulled back a little bit to look down at you. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your clothed body. His fingers hooked around the straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms. He pushed the fabric down, revealing your nudity to him. He groaned at the sight, his eyes drinking you in.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered, his voice full of reverence. His fingers trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "And all mine."

You stood in front of him, completely naked. His eyes devoured every inch of you. He drank in your body like you were a glass of cool water on a hot summer day. His eyes were full of need. Of want.

He moved forward, his chest pressing against yours. He cupped your face between his hands and kissed you, his lips gentle against yours. His tongue traced over your lips, asking for permission to enter. You opened your mouth and he slipped inside. This kiss was sweet and slow.

His hands slid down your body, pulling you closer to him by your hips. You felt his hard cock press against your stomach through his clothes.

You moaned into his mouth and he smiled against your lips.

"Kylian, please," you gasped out when he pulled away for a breath. "I need you inside me."

He nodded and turned you around to face the bed pushing you gently onto it. He leaned over you, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the fabric of his clothes brush against your naked skin. You moaned at the sensation.

He ran a hand up your torso and over the curve of your breast. His other hand slid between your legs, cupping your pussy.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned out, his fingers teasing over your lips. You whined, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Is this all for me?"

"Always." You panted out, arching into his touch.

He pushed two fingers inside you. His other hand found your nipple, pinching it roughly. You gasped out a moan, your body jerking on the bed.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot. Your walls clenched around him, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your whole body was on fire. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer, a plea.

You were already so close. You were so worked up from the dinner that it wouldn't take long for you to cum. You were aching to orgasm.

Kylian leaned over and nipped at your neck as he fucked you with his fingers. Your thighs shook as his fingers sped up. You moaned out, your body trembling.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby."

He said the words against your neck, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His fingers sped up, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing circles into your sensitive skin. His teeth sank into your skin, biting down lightly.

You felt the orgasm build in your belly. Your body shook under his touch, your head falling back against the pillow. He took that moment to claim your mouth in a kiss, his tongue sliding in and swallowing your moan.

You came on a cry, your body shaking under his touch. You felt the warmth spread through you like a fire. Your body convulsed around his fingers, milking the orgasm from you. He didn't stop his movements until you were done. Until your body was boneless and exhausted.

He pulled back, his fingers slipping from you. He brought them to his mouth, licking your taste off them. His eyes burned with hunger as he looked at you.

"You taste so good, baby." He said, his voice deep. His hands quickly undid his belt and he pulled his pants down his thighs.

He pulled his cock out, stroking himself while he looked at you. You licked your lips, watching him touch himself. His fingers were wrapped around the base of his cock, his fist pumping up and down the length.

"Kylian," you breathed out, reaching for him. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Want you in my mouth." He groaned at your words, his hand slowing.

"Yeah? Want to suck my cock? Wanna be my good girl?"

You nodded, your face burning at his words as you got up from the bed and got on your knees for him. You licked your lips again looking up at him and he chuckled, the sound deep in his throat.

"Go ahead baby, show me how you suck my cock."

You sat up, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Thick, long. He walked closer to you, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You licked the head, tasting the precum that leaked from him. He tasted like soap and skin. Like Kylian.

His hips jerked at the sensation, a groan slipping from his lips. His hand curled in your hair and he tugged your head back. He looked down at you with wild eyes, his breathing heavy. His lip was bitten raw.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He breathed out, his hand running through your hair.

He leaned forward and pushed his cock into your mouth. His eyes never left yours as he did, his pupils blown out. Your mouth was stretched wide around him, your tongue licking at the underside. He held himself in your mouth for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock, making him groan out.

He pulled out of your mouth and thrust back in, setting a rhythm. Your lips were tight around him, your tongue licking over his length. He moaned out, his fingers tightening in your hair. Your hands went to his thighs, feeling his muscles clench under your fingers.

"Fuck baby," he panted out. "You're so fucking good at this." He moaned out.

His hand slid around your jaw and tipped your head back. You looked up at him through your lashes as he fucked your face. His eyes burned into your, pouring out all his love.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So gorgeous." He whispered over the sound of you chocking on his cock. "Love you."

The words were barely audible from where you were but they made your heart flutter in your chest. You hummed around him, trying to tell him you loved him too.

His cock pulsed inside you and you knew he was close. He sped up his pace, fucking your mouth harder. Your throat worked around him, your tongue licking at his length.

He groaned, his thighs tensing. He was getting close, his balls drawing up tight to his body. You sucked him harder, swirling your tongue over the head and licking at the tip.

His hand tightened in your hair and he pushed into your mouth one last time before cumming. You swallowed him down, moaning around him. His hand fell to the bed as he shook through his orgasm, his cock still twitching in your mouth.

He pulled out of you, his cock leaving you with a pop, his breathing harsh. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with need. With hunger.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You tasted him on your lips and swallowed his taste down.

He pulled back, his lips swollen from your kiss. His eyes were still dark with want.

"You look so fucking good on your knees for me," he whispered. "So beautiful."

You blushed under his praise, looking away.

He leaned back over, pulling you up to stand in front of him. His fingers traced over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Bed," he commanded, his voice soft. You nodded and he pushed you backwards onto the mattress. He followed you down, pressing between your legs. He leaned up over you, bracing his arms on either side of your head.

"Je t'aime tellement." He said, his voice soft. His eyes burned into you, looking deep into your soul. "Mon ange," He whispered, his lips brushing over yours.

He kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours. You felt like you were floating. Like you were in the clouds and nothing could touch you.

He pulled back, looking down at you. His eyes were soft, full of love and adoration. He leaned down and gave your a quick kiss, his hands sliding under your back. He lifted you up, pressing you closer to him.

"I need you, baby. Need you so badly."

His hands ran down your back, cupping your ass. He lifted your legs, hooking them around his waist.

He settled between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your slit. You moaned, your eyes fluttering closed. You were still sensitive from earlier but you wanted him inside you so badly.

"Kylian," you whined, your voice needy.

"Yeah baby," he groaned out, his hips jerking. "gonna give it to you."

His hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing over your pussy. His thumb pressed against your clit, making you cry out. His other hand gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin.

His lips pressed against your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth. His teeth sank into your skin and you cried out, your head falling back against the pillow.

"Kylian, please," you gasped out, your voice needy. "Please, please."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned out, his lips traveling to your ear. "Please what?"

You whimpered, your hips jerking under him. Your head felt fuzzy, the sounds around turning muffled. You were high on the pleasure he was giving you. "Please." You whined out, voice breathy, full of need.

He laughed against your neck, finally taking pity on you. Looking down he lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing into you slowly never taking his eyes away from the sight of the two of you becoming one.

You gasped out at the sensation, your walls clenching around him. His hips stilled, waiting for you to adjust to his size. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, the feeling of your tight gummy walls squeezing around him too good. "Fuck," he moaned out. "Feels so good, baby. So tight."

You whined out, your hands trailing down his back. You dug your nails into his skin, making him shiver. His hips finally moved, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

A groan escaped your lips at the movement, your hands moving to grip his shoulders. His lips moved to yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slid between your lips, stroking over yours.

His hips started moving faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you that only he could reach. Your hips jerked up, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Kylian," you whined out, your voice needy. "Feels so good."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned out, his voice deep. "Moan for me. Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

His hand gripped your thigh, pulling your leg up higher. His eyes were full of adoration as he looked down at you. He thrust into you harder, his cock sliding deeper. You gasped out at the feeling, throat raw and sore from having him in your mouth earlier.

He settled his weight against yours and leaned forward, his mouth brushing over yours.

"You feel so good," he said, his voice breathy. "So wet and tight around me."

The sound of your wet pussy taking him echoed through the room, the sounds making you blush.

You whined out as he continued to pump into you. He kissed you again, his lips soft against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, your flavor filling your mouth.

His hips started to jerk, his thrusts becoming less steady. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper.

Your hands trailed down his back, your nails digging into his skin. You were getting close, his cock hitting your G-spot every time. Your walls clenched around him, milking him. His hips stuttered against you, his groan deep in your ear.

"Close," you gasped out, your voice needy. "I'm so close, Kylian."

He nodded, his eyes locked on yours. His hips moved faster, drilling you into the sheets under you. Your walls clenched around him, your legs jerking. "Me too baby," he moaned out, his lips brushing over yours. "Gonna come for me?"

His hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. His thumb rubbed over your clit as he bottomed out inside you. Your head fell back, a scream of his name leaving your lips. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, your walls squeezing tight. Your legs shook, your hands digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck," he grunted out, his cock pulsing inside you. "come with me, baby." He commanded, his voice deep in your ear.

You moaned out, your pussy clenching tighter. Your hips jerked, your hands gripping his shoulders. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, your body heating up. You felt yourself on the edge of orgasm, your toes curling as it washed over you. You cried out, your walls clenching around him. You felt his hips stutter before he came inside you. His cum filling you up.

His hips moved slowly, dragging out the pleasure. Finally, he stilled, his head dropping to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He sucked the skin between his teeth, leaving a bruise on your skin. You both lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being joined together. You let your hand trail down his arm, feeling goosebumps break out over his skin

"Mmm," he hummed out. "Good baby. Such a good girl."

You moaned out, your hands sliding up his back. You pulled him back, looking up at him. "I love you Kylian," you said, your voice soft. "Love you so much."

"I love you too baby," he said, his voice soft. "Thank you for being mine." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. His eyes were soft, full of love and adoration.

You smiled up at him, your fingers tracing over his face. His hands slid down your arms, holding you to him. He rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. You snuggled in close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms held you tight, keeping you close to him.

His hand trailed down your arm, his lips pressed against your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said, his voice soft. "Could never imagine being with anyone else."

You smiled, "I'm so proud of you," you said, your voice soft. "You gently brushed a drop of sweat away from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his cheek. "You've achieved so much, and you still remain the sweetest, most humble person I know. I'm so proud of the man you are."

Kylian's eyes glistened with emotion as he gazed down at you. "It's because of you," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. "Because of the support you give me. Every step of the way, it's been you."

You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, your eyes welling up with tears. "I just want you to be happy," you whispered, leaning in to press your lips against his in a tender kiss. "To see you succeed, to see you smile—that's all I need."

Kylian's grip tightened around you, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear. "Your happiness is my priority too," he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. "Every goal I score, every match I play, it's all for you."

You nestled closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The room was quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of Madridian life outside.

Kylian's fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Do you remember our first date?" he asked suddenly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The one where I spilled wine all over your dress?"

You laughed softly, the memory vivid in your mind. "How could I forget? I thought you were going to faint from embarrassment."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I was so nervous. I wanted everything to be perfect."

"It was perfect," you assured him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "Not because of what happened, but because I was with you."

His eyes softened, the corners crinkling with a smile. "You always know just what to say," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You make everything better."

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand. "And you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. "Every day with you is a gift."

Kylian leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of love and contentment.

As you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling. "Let's stay like this forever," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Just you and me."

"Okay," he agreed, his voice a solemn promise. "Always."

You smiled, your eyes drifting closed. You felt his lips press against your forehead. "Goodnight baby," he whispered out, his voice soft.

"Goodnight Kylian," you whispered back, your voice soft.

You both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Two humans in love, ready to face whatever the future held for you in this festive city of Madrid.

-Bianca🌻

#footballer x reader #football #kylian fanfic #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian x reader #kylian x you #kylian mbappe #kylianmbappé

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silverflqmes · 6 months

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sephiroth x reader where he meets this amazing girl (note: you) and she cooks him a homemade meal but he freaks out because he doesnt understand how to take it properly? but he starts crying of joy because he's happy to take it since he read about how moms treat their kids and he just kinna finds solace in this girl and wants find her again but obviously shinra keeps having other plans until finally one DAY she comes back again and you can decide what happens next :)

໒⦂ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. i may have indulged a little ( a lot ) here, anon.. but i hope it’s somewhat okay.. brb i might have to ugly cry after this.. he makes me so😿 IM NOT NORMAL ANYMORE SOBS

genre. hurt + comfort

tw. discussion of bad eating habits.

sephiroth x gn!reader

the water came to a boil as you threw in your spaghetti, twisting the knob on low for the sauce you’d prepared.

sephiroth would be home any minute and as a reward for working as hard as he did everyday, you had taken it upon you to prepare his most favorite meal for him. it wasn’t too hard to cook, luckily, but hopefully it tasted good.

you allowed the pasta to come to a boil, taking the time to set the table nicely. while sephiroth wasn’t one for the fancy shit or grandeur, you wanted to provide him with a good ambience. he deserved it, anyway.

on a trip to sector five, you’d managed to score a dozen of flowers from a sweet girl zack was interested — aerith, as you recalled. somehow he had started her on a business with her rare blooms, it was creative and cute that he’d made the time to do that with her.

while passing by him, he had urged you to buy some to help her start out — which you were happy to do. certainly when they made the perfect centerpiece and smelled pleasantly.

the bubbles began to surface in your absence, a jingling sound entering your ears once you’d returned to turn off the heat. sephiroth was home!

a smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead before walking up to the door when he emerged. “welcome home, sephiroth!”

his face that was colored with exhaustion instantly contorted into one of ease, lips curling at the sight of you, his precious partner. were you waiting for him? how adorable.

the first class SOLDIER leaned in closely to your face and bestowed you with a chaste kiss, chuckling softly. “thank you, y/n. it’s a lovely sight to find you here,” he continued, holding your cheek in his gloved hand before looking behind you. “i see you’ve been busy.”

your cheeks burned at his words, a fuzzy feeling finding its way to your chest as you let out a sheepish laugh. “a-ah, i may have helped myself to your kitchen.. i hope you don’t mind.” he wouldn’t mind, he never did — but you still felt the need to say so.

his thumb rolled over your soft skin, a sound of amusement tumbling past his lips. “not at all, might i ask what you prepared yourself?”

blinking, you then proceeded to quirk a brow before snorting. “i composed a gourmet meal for the both of us, featuring candlelight and flowers. up to your standards, mr. first class?” you joked, to which he rolled his eyes, playfully.

“you treat me as if i were royalty.” sephiroth turned his head away, failing to suppress the small lift to his rosewood appendages.

you took ahold of his leather clad hand, snickering softly. “the best way to treat you, according to your dearest lover!” came your cheery response as you tugged him forward. “now come on, i doubt a battlefield has a scheduled lunch or dinner time!”

the silver haired male couldn’t argue with that reasoning. some missions went without food for long periods of time — just another thing he’d learnt to bear over the years. the human body could go weeks without alimentation, and he was no stranger to being denied or prevented from having a meal.

however, upon meeting you and having explained that reasoning to you early into your relationship.. he was met with quite a different perspective. while the SOLDIER found eating to be secondary — something that he would indulge in if the time and situation was right, you.. stressed it.

it had come as a great shock when he would announce he’d only had breakfast for the entirety of the day — which was basically just a bar or shake.. the bare minimum, in other words. frustrated, you’d scolded him that very evening before falling into a routine of meal preparation.

you didn’t care if he had to show up with this cutesy lunch box in a den of SOLDIERs, but it better have been emptied or so help you.

sephiroth had been greatly confused by your concern, and quite frankly — still was, however he understood where you were coming from ( despite lacking the same care for himself that you showed him ), and ate every last bite.

“i suppose i have to agree with that.” the long haired swordsman finally answered, bringing his steps to a halt before your work.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t made him food before, but this time felt different. you always put your all into everything, though this felt extra, extra special, somehow. perhaps, being cooked dinner was more.. intimate?

you patted his armored shoulder, grinning. “good! now get comfy while i get your plate ready, i used up the wine for the sauce.. so um, just water for tonight — but you need it!!”

with that, you had dashed back over to the kitchen, leaving behind a chuckling sephiroth. he’d never seen someone be so serious over dinner, it was silly. and yet, endearing all at the same time that you cared so deeply for his health when everyone had taught or treated him otherwise.

“are you certain you don’t require my assistance?” he inquired, leaning back in his seat to see if you were managing.

a laugh echoed from kitchen at his expression of concern. “nope! you just sit tight, on my way over now!” you assured, picking up your bowls and a basket of freshly sliced bread before making your way to the table.

despite your dismissal, the cat eyed hero made his way over to help with the placement, not wanting you to struggle any longer. you’d gone through great lengths for him today after all, it was the least he could do.

as sephiroth sat across from you, he was finally given the chance to take a look at what you’d put together, blinking in surprise.

“seafood pasta..?” he couldn’t remember the last time he had it. “how.. did you know?”

picking a piece of bread, you found yourself winking, suppressing a giggle. “i may or may not have asked cissnei.. given her network of information.” you smiled sheepishly, grabbing your silverware. “i hope that’s okay with you- i just wanted to make something you really, really liked!”

the first class SOLDIER was quiet for a moment, a strange warmth bubbling in his chest.

subconsciously, his hand lifted to touch where his heart had been, if only to find out what that strange feeling had been. “you.. you did that, for me?” his voice had almost come out in a weak whisper. the mako hued male was soft spoken to begin with, but this held more vulnerability than the other times.

an eager nod was the response he’d received, and despite his desire to question why, he took it as his cue to pick up his silverware, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. it.. had been a long time since he’d had his favorite dish, and homemade.. was a first.

as he tasted your work, he almost melted at the flavors — the nostalgia of it all. and yet.. it somehow was even better than any other occasion he had ordered or cooked it himself.

was it.. because you had made it specially for him? how odd, that the cooking from a specific person could affect the outcome so drastically.

“how is it?” you finally spoke up, curious to hear of his thoughts. “the seafood was a lucky find, i’m hoping it’s good and that i didn’t get scammed ahahaha..”

given midgar’s inland location, fish.. wasn’t something commonly sold, and if it was — it certainly would have costed a pretty gil. had you really gone through all this effort, just for him?

sephiroth swallowed the next bite he took, inclining his head. “it’s wonderful- nobody, i realize.. has ever done something like this for me before — or gone through as much trouble as you had to do this for me..” he spoke up in acknowledgment, feeling his eyes soften.. and blur?

why was his vision — was he.. crying?

the silver haired SOLDIER raised his gloved hands to brush the corners of his eyes. fresh tears, yes. he’d almost forgotten the feeling.

“seph-?” you blurted, getting up from your chair before rushing over to him. “oh no- is it bad?? are you having allergies — i didn’t put anything spicy in it.. a-ahh, i don’t have an allergy pen..” you panicked, dashing over to your purse before feeling a hand grasp your own.

your lashes fluttered in surprise when you were suddenly pulled into firm chest, silver draping over you as a pair of strong arms encircled your body.

“s-sephiroth?” you called out softly, worry in your voice as you rested your hands on his back, reciprocating the embrace. “everything okay? you’re crying..” you added quietly, frowning. did something happen?

he sucked in a breath, shaking his head. “i apologize- i didn’t mean to bring you anxiety with my sudden reaction.. the food was lovely, truly, and i.. could not be more grateful for it.” shinra’s hero began, relenting his grip a little. he didn’t want to hurt or bruise you after all with his strength. “i guess i was just.. taken by surprise, is all — being treated in this way is still.. rather foreign to me.” he admitted, attempting to even his voice out.

but you were patient, and listened to the best of your extent, at last understanding what he meant.

your boyfriend spoke little of his past, but the few things that he’d felt comfortable enough to elaborate on.. had been horrible to hear- it made your heart ache terribly in your chest.

“oh sephiroth..” you whispered gently, sliding your fingers into his hair comfortingly. “you’re okay, don’t apologize.. i was just worried since shellfish allergies are common..” you exhaled, panic dissipating. “i’m just glad you’re not sick.. but hey, you deserve this- alright? you work really hard everyday, you have been all your life.. this is the least i could do.”

he felt himself calm down gradually with your words, breaths slowly coming out more even. the male hadn’t planned on breaking down so suddenly, and while he felt bad.. you assured him that it was okay to react and feel as he did.

what.. made him so special to you? to go to all these extents for him and yet disregard all your efforts all at the same time..

“the ‘least’ you speak of hardly covers all that you do for me, y/n.. despite finding myself undeserving of your kindness.. i am forever grateful to be wanted and cared for by you — to be looked at in the way your eyes view me.. rather than the usual contempt and obsessive fascination scrutiny that i am met with.” he spoke after a brief silence, wanting to translate his feelings into words as best as possible.

they nearly had you melting, and out of pure adoration, you brought your lips at last to his. a reassurance that you had understood every bit of his feelings and that you had returned them all in full.

“you are every bit as deserving, sephiroth, as am i of you.. and i’ll always, always care for you. to me — you are everything, and worthy of all the love in the world.”

notes. screaming crying this is a little rushed towards the end but i hope it’s decent enough anon! my illiterate ass did not read the last bit of the request.. so i didn’t include the shinra bit😭 hope it’s okay!

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genacity · 1 year

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ᚙ GENACITY’S KINKTOBER 2023! ୭ৎ

hello everyone, it’s gen! this year, i’ve decided to participate in kinktober to make up for the lack of content i’ve been producing. to put it short, i’ve been super busy and demotivated because i haven’t played hoyo games in a while. but, i thought it’d be fun to crank out a few halloween themed stories for you guys to let y’all know i’m still alive. every monday and friday of the month i will be posting a blurb or story with one character and a few kinks. so, without further ado, genacity’s 2023 kinktober prompt list!

the kinks written in this masterlist may be considered graphic or extreme for some audiences. please be advised.

this may or may not include mythical species / monsterfucking (vampires, lycanthrope, ghosts, etc), bondage, aphrodisiac / drugging, somnophilia, unhealthy obsession, blood (no gore), impact play, etc.

in all works, each party explicitly verbalizes their concent and is aware they are consenting. in the case of established relationships, it is to be interpreted that the couple has mutually agreed to anything beforehand (ex. somnophilia, aphrodisiac, etc). and is aware and okay with what their partner is doing. safewords are present, consent is key.

this masterlist will also be multifandom to reach more audiences and test my comfortability writing for new media.

as always, minors, do not interact with any of my works or me in general. this blog contains mature content.

thank you for choosing whorror airlines. ✈️

OCTOBER 2. gojo satoru

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

bratty! first time sub! gojo, overstim, dacryphilia, anal penetration & fingering, hair pulling, dumbification

OCTOBER 6. rengoku kyojurou

when a clueless hashira wanders into your layer of operations, you can’t help but put up a fight— and admire his fat tits through the inconvenient tear in his uniform you inflict.

demon! reader, masochist? rengoku, feminization, body worship, praise, nipple play, impact play

OCTOBER 9/10. armin arlert

as a vampire and a parent, it’s hard to find a babysitter that’ll stay up all night with your nocturnal little one while you’re at work. luckily for you, armin is here to get the job done.

vampire! parent! reader, babysitter! armin, blood kink, blood sucking, slight pain kink, handjob

OCTOBER 13. vi (league / arcane)

after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.

afab! reader, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation

BREAK. OCTOBER 15 — 21.

OCTOBER 23. kaeya alberich

as a werewolf, it’s hard to control your animalistic urges as is. but while in a heat; dizzy and restless and constantly feverish with your tease of a boyfriend around, it just gets that much more difficult.

amab! werewolf! reader, breeding kink, heat, anal pen, “monsterfucking”, spanking, belly bulge, established relationship

OCTOBER 27. simon “ghost” riley

you and your partner ghost have to train on how to get out of hostage situations. luckily for you, you’re good at tying knots.

sadist! reader, masochist! ghost, bondage, temperature/wax play, suggestive

#@ genacity kinktober 2023 ! 🩸 ☆#kinktober #dom reader #sub character #sub smut #jjk smut #kny smut #aot smut #arcane smut #league of legends smut #genshin smut #cod smut #sub jjk #sub kny #sub aot #sub arcane #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub cod

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ariseur · 6 months

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Being all domestic with sephiroth and maybe even baking him his favorite desserts (cause maybe even he deserves some sweets too.)

-🪨

sephiroth felt his eyebrows furrow at the sight of you in the kitchen, crouched in front of the oven as the aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air. you turned towards him with a soft smile, eyes drooping with tranquility.

he tilted his head at you, bemusement filled his cat-like eyes as he walked towards your hunched form. your hands extended out in front of the glass barrier, the warmth of the light providing your face with a golden hue as the cookies rose in the pan.

rubbing your hands occasionally, you kept them out for the heat that radiated off the oven to hit your hands. “have i caught you at a bad time?” his voice rung throughout the kitchen, tongue like velvet with every word he uttered. you gazed up at him as your hands finally fell.

“no,” you said, tone quiet and gentle, “‘s actually waiting for you to come home.”

a warm gloved hand rested itself on your shoulder, causing you to look up once again into his eyes, swirling with mako infusion. “let yourself rest,” he said, “i’ll finish up.”

“these are for you.”

and you failed to not notice the way his eyebrows quirked up, a placid smile rested on his face while he looked down at you— admiring the warmth of the oven light that which kissed the side of your face.

“for me?” sephiroth confirmed.

“for you.”

and gosh, did that smile make his heart warm. it was almost abnormal, and by the time you had turned around to place your hands back near the oven door, he placed his leather clad hand on the left side of his chest— directly onto his heart. feeling it thumping with each beat, he cherished this moment. silent, besides the occasional whirring of the oven and his own breath yet still comfortable as you two filled the quiet with yourselves.

hearing the pitchy beep of the stove’s timer, you rose and bent over the stove door, grabbing your mitts and pulling out the metal cookie tray with deft hands, marked with faded ‘battle scars’ as you liked to call them, when they were instead burn marks and faint cuts from the countless masterpieces you’d like to call your food. sephiroth saw no difference between a gourmet meal and your cup of noodles, rather recognizing that it was made with love. love held for him. a foreign feeling on its own yet he never seemed to mind it.

of course, he was used to being fawned over considering he was a first class war ‘hero’. he had his fangirls and his recognition on tv, but he seemed to look past all of that— only finding comfort in you. in a large crowd, he could spot you right away as he knew you all too well. so yes, while he was used to be well known and admired, he was never used to being loved.

and as you placed the tray on top of the oven, chucking off your mitts on the nearby counter, your face met with a strong chest in return. you placed a hand on his side out of instinct, feeling him squeeze ever so slightly as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, your shampoo engulfing his senses while he reminded himself that this was you. while he found comfort in genesis and angeal considering he’s known them for as long as he has, they could never compare to you in his eyes.

you said nothing— only wrapping your arms around his midriff and tightening your grip with every breath you felt him let out on your scalp, the tickling sensation making you crack a sleepy grin. another comfortable silence yet the two of you didn’t mind it at all. words were never needed with sephiroth, you two understood each other all the same.

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chipperchemical · 3 months

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it's time for my annual insanity arc, so here is every hermit/traffic ship that i actively enjoy and 1 headcanon for each one! (worth mentioning that i love most ships, these are just my favourites)

Grian x Mumbo (Grumbo) -> Grian is the only one who can bring Mumbo out of his redstone hyper-focus mode by cooking him unnecessarily gourmet meals and pretending to be sad when Mumbo doesn't instantly sit down to eat with him.

Grian x Scar (Scarian) -> When Scar's in his wheelchair, Grian will run around while pushing him and sing the Mario Kart star song at full volume.

Grian x Bdubs (Gridubs) -> They have a STRICT nighttime routine and if anyone interrupts then they will never hear the end of it.

Grian x Doc (Gridoc) -> Grian keeps bringing different animals home and Doc keeps trying to say no, but every single one grows on him eventually.

Grian x Mumbo x Scar (Mumscarian) -> Mumbo keeps trying to convince the other two to eat redstone, but he's only successfully convinced Scar.

Bdubs x Doc (Bdoc) -> The absolute embodiment of the sunshine/moon trope, but Doc is the sunshine and Bdubs is the moon.

Bdubs x Etho (Ethdubs) -> Etho likes trying on dresses and skirts and gives Bdubs little catwalk fashion shows.

Bdubs x Impulse (Impdubs) -> Extremely sweet to each other while destroying their enemies.

Bdubs x Keralis (Kerdubs) -> They spend every Sunday eating cereal and watching a movie in bed.

Bdubs x Mumbo (Bedstone) -> Mumbo's fast food order is always incorrect and Bdubs is the one who has to ask the worker to correct it.

Bdubs x Zedaph x Impulse x Tango x Skizz (BZITS) -> The ONLY thing that makes them all chill out after hard days is a massive cuddle pile in their nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.

Cub x Scar (Cubscar) -> When they're close to each other, their eyes get slightly bluer and their prankster urges get stronger, like a physical biological change.

Cub x Doc (Docub) -> They constantly dress up as Dr Frankenstein and Frankenstein's Monster for Halloween, and they switch who is who every year.

Doc x Etho (Detho) -> Doc leaves little gifts and bouquets around Etho's base, but Etho either doesn't see them or has zero idea who they're from until Doc brings it up.

Doc x Ren (Rendoc) -> The fathers of the server.

Doc x Joel (Doel) -> They are the most stubborn and competitive couple to the point that the others can't tell if they're on the verge of breaking up or not -- they never are.

Doc x Zedaph x Impulse x Tango x Skizz (DZITS) -> They regularly smoke zaza together and bake brownies.

Etho x Joel (Smalletho) -> Their only petnames for each other are vicious insults.

Impulse x Skizz (Skizzpulse) -> Impulse doesn't typically like touch, but Skizz's hugs are so warm and comforting that he doesn't mind one bit.

Impulse x Zedaph x Tango (ZIT) -> Tango and Impulse have amazing body heat while Zedaph is always cold, so their cuddles are the perfect temperature.

Impulse x Zedaph x Tango x Skizz (ZITS) -> The other Hermits figured out that they were a polycule after extreme confusion over why they all kiss each other.

Impulse x Tango x Skizz (ITS) -> Impulse and Skizz both use Tango as a heat pack for their wings and chronic pains.

Tango x Jimmy (Ranchers) -> They're both the absolute best gift-givers and always give each other the perfect presents.

Skizz x Tango x Jimmy (Jizzango) -> Jimmy goes non-verbal sometimes so they all know sign language and are experts at Charades.

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bbnibini · 9 months

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You, Over the World (Solomon)

So, I wasn't satisfied with the “snow” entry in the 9days of Solomon challenge and always intended to write another fic in the challenge outside of the continuing narrative I was working on, but life had plans and I ran out of time so I dedicate this oneshot to its wonderful organiser @impish-ivy. I switched out “humanity” for “the world” in the repeating dialogues cause it sounded more dramatic lol but this should have been an entry for ‘humanity’. If the vibes are familiar, I was thinking a lot about Frieren while writing this. :))

“Would you choose the world over me?”

He mutters a yes over the verdant foliage, amongst the spring flowers that bloomed over melted snow. He says it again as he traced the petals with his fingers, his memories simmering in the past—your understanding eyes, smiling and unwavering, as if he were waiting for you to say something else.

He held his breath,

“Would you choose the world over me?”

…and he says yes again under the shade of an umbrella overlooking the horizon. He squints his eyes against the hot air blowing on his face. The unchanging view he once saw with you became unrecognisable. The sky was blue as always; the summer sun, hot and cruel as he buried his feet under the warm sand—he strained his ears to listen to your stories, but even a whisper of them had been lost in time—the weight of his choice carried away by the thrashing waves. The world over you. “The greater good”. The “logical” choice that even you understood that he had to make. He thinks this over and over until the cicadas had stopped crying, and the punishing heat of the sun hid itself away to welcome a cool, moonless sky.

With nothing but his thoughts to occupy him, he walks towards the ocean again. Aimlessly, almost dragging his feet, until he heard the currents, the salty air welcoming him as his feet touched the seawater. He hated everything about it, but he couldn't get you it off his mind–he should not even care anymore. He never cared. Everything that carried a piece of you is seafoam dissolving in the tides, and your memories were nothing but a ghost haunting him in the night.

“Would you choose the world over me?”

He was at a loss for words as he remembered the question again when a leaf fell on his face, waking him up from an unplanned nap. He was never the earliest riser. Mornings to him were nothing but extra hours of sleep, but he found himself there again despite the absence of…everything. The busy crowds haggling for bargains—cinnamon and nutmeg and the falling leaves. Your hands were on his face, slapping him gently on his cheeks to rouse him from his slumber. Your voice was admonishing yet sweet.

It's gone too, I suppose.

He thought to himself as he waited for a flea market in the forgotten park, with nothing but the dents on the pavement and fading paint telling him that it was actually there. Years ago, maybe. Relocated somewhere else. Why didn't he bother to know? He did remember a stall there that he frequented with you. A kind stranger told him they have a whole chain of restaurants now; sold to a big company after the original owner’s passing. The orange leaves crunched beneath him as he left to take another train, waiting for hours on the queue to be seated.

He ordered your favourite.

But it didn't taste anything like it.

The texture was off. Something was wrong with the taste. It was too hot and too cold at the same time. That couldn't be right, so he tried again and ordered his usual but it tasted even weirder: an amalgamation of textures and flavours that barely paid homage to its humble roots. And he wasn't even much of a gourmet.

He left, letting his eyes linger on the seated crowd: their blissful faces obviously enjoying their meal. He sighs.

“Would you choose the world over me?”

Everything was grey; the orange and yellows and reds were being buried in the cold drafts. He asks you to close the door, only to be reminded that Cocytus Hall was nothing but ruins now; earth and dust. Rotting foundations and leaking ceilings. Seen better days.

“Why have you chosen the world over me?”

He didn't know. What should he have answered you? The more time passed, the more it felt as if the hours had gotten slower and slower. His youthful face was a painful reminder of an eternity waiting for him. There was an aching that lingered in his chest that never went away. The view from outside was pure white. A light fog formed on the window as he breathed out and drew faces. He had many thoughts, but most were barely comprehensible, mangling into static noise. He stared into the distance.

It must be a beautiful day. It was warmer than a usual December, and the view from outside was breathtaking. Didn't he just make a breakthrough in his research? The Demon Prince and his butler are set to arrive in a day to honour his contributions…or something like that. He wasn't sure. It was a feat that his academic peers envied greatly, for he had yet again proven why he was called “The Wise”.

Never “The Heartful.” Not even discerning. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. There, he saw you.

“Cheer up, Solomon!”

A gloved hand that took his own. There was a question lingering in his mind as you walked through the thick snow.

“Would you let me choose the world over you?”

He couldn't remember your face. He had imagined the scenes in his head so many times, and it only worsened every cold winter he had to spend on his own.

But he had no choice.

Company was all but warm bodies that didn't seep into his soul. They laced fingers with him and whispered sweet words, but he was a phantom whose presence they couldn't even touch.

He was barely there or anywhere. See-through and paper-thin; deaf to kindness even in the face of sincerity. He remembered caring more, maybe a century ago, when he could still count the numbers of your fading presence with his fingers. But now…

…he saw you walking away again, so he pulled you back into his arms where you fit perfectly.

Where dreams were his only comfort. Where centuries and aeons felt like minutes ago, and the entire world that remained at your loss had any semblance of meaning. He held your face and pressed your lips on his, hoping all of what he couldn't say would reach you,

“I wish I didn't.”

…even if it's too late.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me fic

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thewhumpcaretaker · 2 months

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⚜ 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓞𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓮 ⚜

A/B/O One-Shot | Omega Vincent x Alpha John | Image Source

Summary: John is at a party in France on assignment and meets Vincent by chance. He realizes Vincent is hiding his omega status...and he's on the verge of death from an uncontrollable heat.

Mechanics of Heat in this AU: An omega can ride out a heat without doing anything as long as they’re taking blockers. This is normally a safe (if uncomfortable) option. BUT, if the blockers don’t work and it becomes too severe, it can be fatal. If it’s getting dangerous, the omega will experience hyperthermia followed by stroke. This can only be handled by either going to a hospital or…you know.

CW: omegaverse smut, unprotected sex, fever symptoms, crying during sex (from joy), and idk how to TW this exactly but Vincent has a very poor understanding of consent and doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants directly. John is careful with him anyway.

It wasn’t the worst kind of job. The worst kind of job was a job where you loved the target, and John didn’t even know the target. It was just some French woman who had double crossed Viggo. No, this was the second worst kind of job: the kind where John had to see High Table emissaries directly.

Of course, if all went well, they’d never see him. And so far, it was going well. The target was attending a victory celebration hosted in some historical estate. John had slipped in through a back entrance unseen, made his way upstairs like the shadow of death, and silently strangled her while she was refreshing her makeup. He dragged the body into a disused guest bedroom where it wouldn’t be found for hours. Not a word fell from his lips in all that time.

But still, it made him uneasy, to look down from the shadows over the banister and see the guests milling around below him, to the faint sounds of a live quartet and the scents of rich foods. That they could look so human after ordering the sort of acts that he himself had just committed…it was confusing.

Having had quite enough of that glance, he slipped out the doors to an upper balcony, prepared to scale the wall down to the gardens and make a tidy exit. It was normally locked, and sure to be deserted. One of Viggo’s associates had obtained a key for him in advance.

But it was not deserted. Someone was there.

He was clearly one of the guests and probably an important, well-to-do one at that. He wore a long, ruffled tailcoat that glittered under the waxing moon and the dim, golden lamplights flanking the door. And he was very, very sick. John knew immediately. Even if he hadn’t been leaning against the railing with his head in his hands, his scent would have given it away immediately. Something powerfully sweet, definitely the sweetest he had ever smelled. Sweeter than the gourmet pastries wafting up from downstairs, mixed with something tart. It was dulled, yes, but the fact that it was dulled and yet still coming through told him that it was strong enough to break through blockers. A severe heat.

He held his breath, trying not to inhale, but he could already feel it clawing its way inside him, going straight to the brain. This was the last thing he needed to encounter. A distraction, at the final, critical moment. He should excuse himself, before the alarm could be raised. Try to exit a different way – maybe one of the windows. But the man’s head had already turned to him sharply, revealing brilliant, honeyed green pools that shone glassy above soaring cheekbones. John met them and felt his own pupils swell. Shit.

“Que peux-tu vouloir? [What can you possibly want?]” the stranger demanded, with enough venom in his voice to break John out of the reverie for half a second.

I was just trying to get some air. I apologize. I’ll go back inside. Anything, say anything… But John seemed incapable of any response except an inappropriate level of compassion. Sweat had plastered the man’s carefully slicked hair against his forehead and set his flushed cheeks shining. It was all he could do not to step towards him. Instead, he found himself asking stupidly, “Êtes-vous d'accord? [Are you okay?]”

The man blinked at him. “Avez-vous une idée de à qui vous parlez? [Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?]”

“Non,” he said simply. His eyes fell on the man’s ring…shimmering gold on white. The insignia of the High Table. Cold dread flooded over him, but the heat washed it away just as quickly.

“Je suis le Marquis Vincent de Gramont. [I am the Marquis Vincent de Gramont.]” John could tell that this was supposed to have an effect on him, so he inclined his head deeply. It must not have been convincing, because the Marquis looked even more annoyed and changed the subject. “Je pourrais vous demander ce que vous faites en vous promenant à l’extérieur de la salle de bal. Qui es-tu? [I might ask what you’re doing wandering outside the ballroom. Who are you?]”

I’m no one. Just getting some air. Just getting some air. Just getting – “John.” Damn it.

Those honeyed eyes narrowed in understanding. And wariness. “Vous n’êtes pas censé être ici, n’est-ce pas ? Bien. Sont-ils déjà morts? Ou est-ce… moi? [You’re not supposed to be here, are you? Well. Are they dead already? Or is it…me?]” The man’s hand moved very slightly, no doubt twitching towards a concealed weapon. But John wasn’t worried. This person’s reflexes were obviously too deadened to pose a threat.

“Mort. [Dead.]”

“Hmmm.” Casual, feigning disinterest. Why isn’t he calling the guards, John wondered from somewhere deep in the haze of pheromones. After a moment, he noticed that the nobleman’s hand was still gripping the railing, knuckles white. John realized that he couldn’t stand unsupported.

“Tu ne vas pas bien. Vous êtes en chaleur. Et c'est mauvais. [You’re not okay. You’re in heat. And it’s bad.]”

Those honeyed eyes flashed narrow. With grave dignity, “Comment oses-tu. Je suis un alpha. [How dare you. I am an alpha.]”

John nearly laughed. He stifled it but the man caught it anyway and glared.

“Je suis désolé. C'est juste que… tu ne peux pas prétendre ça. Sois prudent. Si vous retournez à l’intérieur… ils le sauront. [I’m sorry. It’s just…you’re beyond pretending that. Be careful. If you go back inside…they’ll know.]”

Fear passed over his features before hardening into anger. “Vas-y et menace-moi encore. Je pourrais utiliser le soulagement du stress aujourd'hui. [Go ahead and threaten me again. I could use the stress relief today.]”

“Ce n’est pas une menace. Je ne le dirai pas. [It’s not a threat. I won’t tell.]”

“Comme c'est généreux. Non, vous ne le ferez pas, je peux vous l'assurer. J'espère que vous avez apprécié votre petite intrusion car personne ne vit pour raconter ce que vous avez vu. [How generous. No, you won’t, I can assure you. I hope you enjoyed your little intrusion because no one lives to tell about what you’ve seen.]” With that, he whipped a knife out of a concealed pocket and lunged forward. It was an energetic movement, but uncoordinated and easy to sidestep. In this weakened state, Vincent’s muscles were practically nonfunctional. John caught his wrist on the way down and plucked the knife out of it easily with the other hand, leaving the Marquis twisted up beneath him and emitting a heart wrenching, inadvertent whine. Every touch must be painful with a mixture of desire and soreness right now.

And it was painful for John too. That skin, even softer than expected and dangerously hot, the closeness of that fragrant neck pouring something like strawberry from under the collar… John released his arm, allowing him to roll over onto his back, too weak to get back up. The urge to cradle him was so overwhelming that John stumbled back against the railing, their positions reversed. He faced the gardens and inhaled deeply, trying to clean Vincent out of his lungs and failing.

When he had collected himself, he pocketed the knife and surveyed the human puddle on the floor that had just tried to stab him. He’d opened his arms and closed his eyes, laying in a dramatic, spread eagle pose with the lamplight washing over him. Center stage and breathtaking. No, not breathtaking. Breathe, I can breathe. “D'accord. Essayons autre chose. Où est ton alpha? [Okay. Let’s try something else. Where’s your alpha?]”

Vincent’s eyes snapped open. “Je n'ai pas d'alpha. Pensez-vous, dans mon travail, qu'il est logique de dépendre de quelqu'un pour de telles… questions? Je gère. [I don’t HAVE an alpha. Do you think, in my line of work, that it makes sense to depend on someone for such…matters? I manage.]”

The opportunity screamed at him from the back of his mind until he had to actively talk himself down. Don’t say it. He doesn’t want an alpha. He doesn’t want you. Protect. Protect by staying away. John found himself backing even further away, now flattened into the dark corner where the railing met the wall. That was better anyway – if anyone passed the window, they couldn’t see him there. And they probably couldn’t see Vincent, lying down, unless they leaned right up to the windowsill. “...D'accord. Qu’utilisez-vous pour « gérer » ? Des bloqueurs? Avez-vous besoin de plus? [...Okay. What do you use to ‘manage’? Blockers? Do you need more?]”

A long moment passed. “Est-ce que tu… essaies-tu de m'aider? [Are you…are you trying to help me?]”

What was he trying to do, exactly? “Je ne peux pas te laisser ici. J'ai senti ta main. Vous êtes massivement en surchauffe. [I can’t just leave you here. I felt your hand. You’re massively overheated.]”

Vincent let out a small sound, somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. Whether it was relief or disbelief, John couldn’t tell. Finally, he started speaking, sounding utterly defeated. “Bloqueurs. Oui. Et ils ne fonctionnent pas. J'ai passé toute cette foutue chaleur en public, entouré d'alphas. Des jours maintenant… C’est hors de contrôle. [Blockers. Yes. And they’re not working. I’ve spent this entire damn heat in public, surrounded by alphas. Days now… It’s out of control.]”

“Vous devez aller à l'hôpital. [You need to go to a hospital.]”

“Ce n'est pas... ce n'est pas si grave... [It’s not…it’s not that bad…]” But with the way he immediately started shaking, John knew it was.

“Il le faut. [You have to.]”

“Je ne peux pas. Je ne peux pas sortir là-bas. Je vais mourir. Haha! Oh mon Dieu. Je vais mourir. [I can’t. I can’t walk out there. I’m going to die. Haha! Oh my god. I’m going to die.]” He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone, just sliding rapidly into hysteria.

“Hey. Non.” John’s voice had gone unnaturally gruff, even for him. It did its job and Vincent’s eyes snapped to him in obedience.

He looked away again, defying his own body, but the omega still won out in words. “Que dois-je faire? [What do I do?]”

Don’t say it. Don’t suggest ANYTHING. Be SENSIBLE. “Je pourrais… le réparer. [I could…fix it.]”

Vincent physically writhed at that thought, chest arching skyward. “NON. Va te faire foutre, non. Vous ne me tenterez PAS comme ça. [NO. Fuck you, no. You will NOT tempt me like that.]”

“D'accord, d'accord. Nous ne faisons pas ça. Je suis désolé. [Okay, okay. We’re not doing that. I’m sorry.]”

“ALORS QUE FAISONS-NOUS ? Tout ce que vous faites, c'est empirer les choses ! Tu sens le bordel fait de cuir, d'huile d'arme à feu et de viande et ARRRGGGH !! Tu es sale. Je déteste les alphas, je déteste les alphas, je déteste les alphas… [THEN WHAT ARE WE DOING? All you’re doing is making it worse! You smell like a brothel made of leather and gun oil and meat and ARRRGGGH!! You’re filthy. I hate alphas, I hate alphas, I hate alphas…]” It was an absolutely debauched display, to see this stunning nobleman in heat, writhing around on the ground, moved almost to tears of stifled lust.

No sight had ever made John want to DO something so badly in his life. “Allons juste vous rafraîchir. Enlève le manteau. [Let’s just get you cool. Take off the coat.]”

It must have been a very tempting proposition, because without arguing, he struggled to sit up and started working the coat free. But he only got onto his elbows before collapsing again in frustration. Now that pretty tailcoat was pulled down over one shoulder the way a bra strap might slip down, and to John, it was just as obscene an image as that, even though there was a soaked white dress shirt underneath, and a vest that hugged his waist...

Before he knew what he was doing, John had dropped to his knees above Vincent and was manhandling the coat off of him.

The Marquis laughed. “Alphas. Des créatures brutales et insensées. Je ne peux pas voir la détresse un seul instant sans me déchaîner. [Alphas. Brutish, mindless creatures. Can’t see distress for one instant without unleashing themselves.]” John lost composure and ripped off his vest, sending buttons clattering across the ground. “Vous voyez, aucun respect pour les belles choses de la vie. C'est un costume de qualité mais je suppose que vous ne distingueriez pas un lavalier d'un – [See, no respect for the finer things in life. This a quality suit but I suppose you wouldn’t know an ascot from a - ]”

“Arrêtez de parler. Je ne devrais même pas être ici. [Stop mouthing off. I shouldn’t even be here.]” He was working the ascot free now, and yes he did know exactly what it was. What was this guy’s problem? He was too defensive even for this embarrassing predicament. And it made him come off…vulnerable. A deep pang went through him from the pit of the neck to the stomach, longing for Vincent, and he didn’t know if it was his alpha or his soul. But he knew he liked it, in a vicious kind of way. Vincent was bringing something out of him…

“Pourquoi es-tu ici, hmm ? Tu veux tellement avoir le contrôle de quelque chose dans ta vie, petit tueur ? « John », n'est-ce pas? [Why are you here, hmm? You want this badly to have control over something in your life, little killer? “John,” was it?]” There was more behind that question. Confusion, at the presence of kindness.

This time he didn’t get a rise, or even an answer. John was unbuttoning his dress shirt carefully (because apparently that mattered even on the verge of death) and it took all of his attention. At the touch of the cool wind, Vincent exhaled in a mixture of gratitude and pain at the icy sting. And there he was, bare. Vincent’s skin was screaming at John by sheer sight and scent. He could see veins, collarbones…Breathe. In. Out.

“Je t'ai posé une question. Réponds-moi, alpha. Pourquoi? [I asked you a question. Answer me, alpha. Why?]”

No more buttons. Nothing to think about. Only the desperate urge to touch. John folded his hands behind his back and let his body ache deliciously, from the weight between his thighs outward. “Je voulais aider. Tu as regardé… [I wanted to help. You looked…]”

“J'ai regardé quoi? [Looked what?]”

“Précieux. Doux. Adorable. [Precious. Soft. Adorable.]” It was the wrong answer and he knew it, but he was too brain fogged looking at Vincent. It felt like being in a trance.

He blushed even more brilliantly beneath the wracking fever, and all tenderness faded from his voice. “Faible, tu veux dire. Vous avez ressenti l'appel à me contrôler. J'avais donc raison à propos de toi. [Weak, you mean. You felt the call to control me. So I was right about you.]”

“Non... ce n'est pas le cas... [No…that’s not…]” Desperate to prove his respect, he forced his legs to unbend, to start rising. Get away from him. He doesn’t want you.

Vincent’s hand caught his on the way up. “Où vas-tu? [Where are you going?]” There was terror just below the surface.

“Donner de l'espace. Je serai toujours là. [Giving space. I’ll still be here.]” Vincent’s hand slipped away and let him fade back into the shadows, where he watched in silence.

It must have been an agonizing parting for both of them. He knew it hurt, physically, to feel an alpha slip away while in heat. The omegas he’d been with had talked about a terrible, clingy loneliness, a need to be held that left every muscle aching. God, he wanted to hold Vincent. What a confusing situation.

Quietly, “Merci.”

“Bien sûr. [Of course.]” Minutes began to pass. He watched chills run through Vincent, watched him struggle to get comfortable on the hard ground and eventually hug his discarded coat against his chest, willing to take anything resembling the softness of a nest.

“Mettez-le sous vous. Pas à cause de toi. Ou vous surchaufferez davantage. [Put it under you. Not over you. Or you’ll overheat more.]”

Another irritable whine. Finally, he did. But he still couldn’t get comfortable. “Quand est-ce que cela va s’arrêter? [When will this stop?]”

“…Je ne sais pas. N'y a-t-il personne que vous puissiez appeler? Quelqu'un en qui vous avez confiance? […I don’t know. Isn’t there anyone you can call? Anyone you trust?]”

“Seuls les imbéciles font confiance à quiconque en qualité d’alpha. Et de toute façon, je ne suis pas sur le point de traverser cette fête en sentant… comme ça. [Only fools trust anyone in the capacity of an alpha. And anyway I am not about to walk through that party smelling…like this.]” His teeth were chattering with chills. He seemed to be getting worse. John wished he knew how much time they had.

“Je ne veux pas que tu meures. [I don’t want you to die.]” A flat, matter-of-fact statement.

“Comment tu sais ça ? Vous ne m'avez jamais rencontré. [How do you know that? You’ve never met me.]”

“C'est ce que je ressens. Je ne veux pas que tu meures. [It’s how I feel. I don’t want you to die.]”

Their conversation seemed to be over. A minute passed, and another. Then, “Pourquoi m'as-tu mis dans cette position ? Vous faites ça exprès. Tu es le seul alpha que j'ai jamais rencontré qui fait semblant d'être respectueux juste pour me faire supplier. C’est déroutant. [Why have you put me in this position? You’re doing this on purpose. You’re the only alpha I’ve ever met who pretends to be respectful just to make me beg. It’s confusing.]”

“Pas de mendicité. Je veux juste faire ce que tu veux. C'est tout. [No begging. I just want to do what you want. That’s all.]”

“Quelle mentalité pathétique. Il semble que vous soyez par nature servile. [What a pathetic mindset. It you're inherently servile.]” He went on muttering under his breath but John couldn’t hear it. Probably French swearing.

Not begging… John cleared his throat. “Je ne pense pas que ce soit pathétique de demander ce que l’on veut. Pour exiger ce que vous voulez. Je te veux. Que veux-tu? [I don’t think it’s pathetic to ask for what you want. To demand what you want. I want you. What do you want?]”

Vincent lifted his head enough to stare into the shadows, searching for a joke, a trick. John stepped forward enough to let the light fall on a face set with grave concern and tenderness.

“… Réparez ça. Montez-moi jusqu'à ce que ça s'arrête. […Fix this. Ride me until it stops.]”

And with that, everything John had been holding back burst forth at once. He pounced on Vincent. Belts: gone. He stripped Vincent the rest of the way down and let their contact be the only source of warmth against him.

What a warmth it was. Vincent was almost fatally overheated, but the aura of heat breathing off of his skin felt so good… All John wanted was to be buried in him. So wet too… There was slick pouring from between his legs, and his whole pelvis was red and swollen. Vincent moaned so hard when John pressed into him that he had to bite the back of his hand to avoid being heard.

“Est-ce que tu aimes ça? [Do you like that?]”

“Allez en enfer. Je – [Go to hell. I - ]” John stopped and the surrender came immediately. “Oui, oui, d'accord, j'aime ça. [Yes, yes okay I like it.]”

“Bien. Bon garçon. [Good. Good boy.]” John kissed his burning cheeks and forehead, cupped the back of his head in one hand to protect it from the hard ground. “Bon oméga [Good omega.]” Vincent’s walls contracted around him in response, a parallel of the thrill passing over the Marquis’ exultant expression. He was gasping with pleasure.

The burn in his face deepened and he buried it in John’s shoulder. “Je ne suis pas… ah… je ne suis pas un bon garçon [I’m not…ah…I’m not a good boy.]”

“Tu es. Vous êtes doué. Tu es adorable. Vous en êtes digne. Et je veux que tu vives. [You are. You’re good. You’re adorable. You’re worthy. And I want you to live.]” John rutted into him with every word, swelling rapidly. They’d knot soon, he could feel it building.

It took a second for him to realize how much he’d overwhelmed Vincent. He wasn’t just gasping against John’s shoulder anymore, he was sobbing.

John went still. “Hé. Ça va? [Hey. You okay?]”

“Ne demandez pas tout ! Je suis juste… je suis heureux. [Don’t ASK about everything! I’m just…I’m happy],” he muttered. “Alors continuez. [So keep going.]”

Happy. He’s happy because of me. He cuddled Vincent closer, locking his legs behind his hips to keep them from slipping apart for even an instant. Within moments, he was close to the knot again, waiting only for Vincent to push him over the edge.

Vincent was making soft, desperate noises into his neck, and just pulsing, throbbing rhythmically against him on all sides, milking him. He seemed to find a new wave of energy and started rolling his hips, becoming frantic. “Putain, John, j'en ai tellement besoin, j'ai besoin de plus, j'ai besoin de toi, j'ai besoin de toi ou je mourrai. [Fuck, John, I need it so badly, I need more, I need you, I need you or I’ll die.]”

“Tu m'as. Je ne laisserai rien t’arriver. C'est un lien. [You have me. I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s a bond.]” And it was. With a sense of both dread and satisfaction, he realized what was forming. “Je t'ai, Vincent. Vous êtes en sécurité. Je t'ai. J'ai… putain. [I have you, Vincent. You’re safe. I have you. I have…fuck.]” A rush of slick overwhelmed his words as Vincent came with what must have been dizzying force.

In answer, the knot hardened between them, semen flooding against Vincent’s walls, too much to fit inside him and enough to drip down their shaking legs onto the ground.

At last, they were quiet and still. Vincent’s head laid back and John kissed the tears off of his cheeks, feeling their pulses in sync deep inside the knot. This was who he wanted to be. Not the killer. Someone capable of saving a life. It occurred to John that in a few moments, this stranger would slip away. John would board a plane in the morning, and they might never see each other again.

And what was Vincent thinking about?

His eyes were closed, as long exhales left him. He looked drained by the fever and…tired. Completely tired in ways that even John didn’t understand. It was a kind of inverse of the way he didn’t understand civilians – instead of seeing a happiness that he couldn’t enter into, there was depth of misery here that demanded a companion. John stroked his hair fondly. Where did the physicality of this feeling begin and end? It felt so intimate, so intense. It couldn’t just be about the body. He wanted to be good to Vincent, to protect him. To find out what exactly he was protecting him from.

When they finally pulled apart, the heat had already started to dissipate. Vincent was shivering even more now, if that was possible. John gathered his clothes and began dressing Vincent gently, piece by piece of clothing. Vincent, meanwhile, sat on the ground, looking up at him with unreadable, soulful eyes. When they were both fully clothed again, John wrapped an arm around him and they leaned back against the wall, still concealed under the windowsill. “Que devons-nous faire maintenant ? Il y a probablement des gens qui vous recherchent. [What should we do now? There are probably people looking for you.]”

“Probablement. Mais maintenant je sens comme toi et j'ai l'air... [Probably. But now I smell like you and I look…]” He glanced down at his ruined vest and tsked.

“Viens avec moi. Je me faufilais par ici, on peut descendre le mur ensemble. [Come with me. I was sneaking out this way, we can both go down the wall together.]” John pulled out a length of climbing rope and tied it to the banister.

Vincent looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “Grimper? En bas du bâtiment ? [Climb? Down the building?]”

“Je vais vous montrer. Grimpe sur mon dos et accroche-toi à moi. [I’ll show you. Climb on my back and hold onto me.]” I don’t know what the future will bring. But hold onto me, for as long as you can.

And he did.

#a/b/o #john wick a/b/o #omega marquis de gramont #alpha john wick #churchduel #john x marquis de gramont #marquis de gramont #john wick fanfic #wickblr #dacryphilia #ao3 crosspost

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itsthestutterforme · 9 months

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The Sweet Times (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: You and Rafe shared a cute moment at Tannyhill:

Prompt credit @luvmmarner : “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You mean everything to me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black

Softly humming a tune, you flipped the chicken as it continued to brown in the pan while the sauce was mixing in the blender. The blender clicked off and you turned around to open the blender. Dragging the tip of your finger along the lid, you licked some remnants of the vodka sauce from your finger. You were about to open the fridge when you noticed Rafe staring at you from the hallway.

“Oh hey baby, I didn’t see you come in.” You greet, bringing down the heat of the chicken as you crossed the kitchen. “Just trying to figure out how you’re such a natural in the kitchen,” he states, wrapping his arms around your waist. “All it takes is practice,” You tried to go on your tippy toes to kiss him and still fall short. He chuckles as you collapse into his chest. “How is it fair you can make gourmet meals and I can barely make a grilled cheese?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a grilled cheese,” you console, making him roll his eyes. “Besides, that just mean we balance each other out,” you add, pouting when you couldn’t reach his lips for a kiss. He loves your height difference. How you need a step stool because you could barely reach the middle shelf.

It felt nice for you to need him for something. I makes him feel like less of a fuck up. He bent down to press a warm kiss on your lips, smiling when you ease under his touch. You hummed into the kiss and brought him closer by the neck. “I missed you,” you said against his lips. “I missed you more, pretty girl.” “Topper invited us to his place for a rager but I’ll tell him some other time.” he adds.

“Awe, why not? I like his ragers,” “Because I bought us some face masks and we are going to have a self care day.” Rafe states, motioning to the Ulta Beauty bag on the floor in the hallway. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

The night continued on and you finished your Chicken Marsala just in time for Rafe to rent one of your favorite comfort movie: She’s All That. The entire night you felt his eyes on you, examining every part of you as he can. You decided to keep it to yourself so he didn’t feel embarrassed that you caught him.

It wasn’t until it was time for the face masks that you spoke up about it. It’s not like you had any choice. He sat on the toilet bowl while you gingerly placed the strawberry face mask on his face. His eyes searched yours, his lips parted slightly as if he was in awe. His slow breath fanning against your neck made it hard for you to think straight. His eyes dilated the longer you held his gaze, making your face burn bashfully. “Rafe, why do you keep looking at me like that?” “Like what?”

“The look you have right now. It’s gives a girl butterflies you know?” You smile, applying some pressure to smooth the mask over his forehead. “Is something on your mind?” You suggest. Concern weighed on your brow when he continued to look at you in silence. You were about to say his name when he finally said, “You mean.. everything to me,”

His soft voice caused hundred of goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Rafe,” he wrapped his hands around yours and pulled you in between his legs. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You won’t,” you reassure. Had it not been for the face mask, you would have held his face by now. Casually caressing his cheek bone so he knew you were genuine.

“I’m here. I’m yours.” You reinforced, flattening your hand over his buzzcut. “If you get down on one knee or something, I’m going to scream.” A you added. “Well.. it’s not like the sound isn’t familiar to me.” A small smirk plays on his lips and you shove him playfully. You made a stride to leave the bathroom but he caught you and pulled you back where you once were.

“Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” “Going to watch the movie,” you said as he piled you in his lap. “I have my movie right here,” you looked away from his burning gaze and he lifted your gaze back up with your chin.

“Beautiful,”

#black!reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #outer banks

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slimeranch7 · 1 year

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How do you feel about a/b/o forced marriage/arranged marriage with female characters? If you like the idea, which of the Genshin characters would you like to go with that route? I felt like Eula(if she had any privileges of her family), Ayaka and Ninguang would be interested. It’s really interesting

ABO is ok at best by itself. But top that with forced marriage and it becomes a gourmet meal 🤤

- headcanons w/ eula, ayaka, ningguang and Kokomi (in that order)

Mild dead dove content below the cut!!

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Eula, before defecting from her family, would absolutely abuse her privilege and power as a Lawrence member to 'steer' you into her path. She would be ruthless in eradicating her contenders with any means possible. She would be persistent in pursuing you. She is educated, trained, resourceful and practical, seeking to use any means available to her to forcefully garner your interest.

Unlike the rest of your potential interests, she has no more reputation left to spare, so anything goes. Even underhanded murder isn't off the table. If she has to play the villain, saving you from those disgusting alphas, she would cultivate all that negativity and turn it into productivity. You don't need to understand her motive, because no one does but herself, and she's already gotten used to that. But you're not getting away from her, and she makes that abundantly clear when she corners you at a fancy ball, silent and imposing, but ready to waltz with your hands in hers- whether you like it or not.

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Ayaka would be so much more covert in pursuing your interest. It would start of far more innocent at first- extra make-up, inviting you for little dates, catering to your tastes whenever you visit the Kamisato estate. Even going so far as to rigorously studying your usual schedule and planning ahead for deviances when you begin to show signs of interest in someone that isn't her.

That's when it gets more intense. Her hands become so much colder and rigid holding yours. Her gentle disposition stays unwavering, and yet her gaze doesn't feel present. She's a tad bit more pushy when it comes to inviting you over to her home for tea and dango. Sweet little Ayaka is a gentle summer breeze, a generous breath of fresh air, but when winter comes-if you aren't prepared- the icy storms can entrap you in a deadly ballad.

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Ningguang is purposeful and upfront when she confronts you. At first, you can be in it for mora. Your life starts humble, but suddenly you're filthy rich and a hundred feet off the air, reigning over the city of Liyue. You get to enjoy all the fine food and wine imported from whichever region you ask for. Your clothes are silky smooth, jewelry sparkling, and you haven't seen the same dress twice. Ningguang is generous with her mora, but she is certainly not generous with her expectations from you. You can't leave the jade chamber. The only woman you can look at is her- not even her secretaries- and if you so much as glance up by mistake, you're punished and locked in solitary confinement until you 'understand who you belong to'. Your heats cannot be suppressed- she will take care of it for you in its entirety.

If- when you are expecting, she becomes even more controlling. Your diet and exercise become closely monitored by specialists (whom you cannot spare a glance at). You don't even get to choose your clothes anymore. You are an object of her affection. A mate, for her to love and cherish, but not to share. After all, the Tianquan likes to keep her private and work life separate.

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An honourable mention that I think would absolutely take advantage of her position to snag a little submissive and breedable cutie off the streets for themselves:

Kokomi: a stressed out (and admittedly pent up) tactician enthusiast turned war general and divine priestess of Watatsumi actually gets pressured into finding a mate (real; not click bait). She kind of just picks and chooses some random bloke minding their own business from the side and it happens to be you. You can't really say no, not in front of everyone, not in front of the divine priestess, so like, you're just forced to go along, back into the shrine with her.

You grow on her a bit, and eventually she kind of just uses you as a crash pillow after a long day of being a leader and doing leader things. It's not terrible- still technically forced, but she's open for suggestions on how to be a better, more communicative mate. A little awkward and too formal to be a spouse, but she eventually loosens up enough for comfortable conversations over dinner. Most of it is about your day, and the rest is just her being a nerd about war strategies, and stuff. Perhaps it's best you let her grow on you, too.

#i think im biased but i think it would be easy to be with kokomi #at the end of the day she just crashes with you #nice cuddles plus i think shed be the type to let you do whatever you want in the day #dead dove do not eat #ningguang x reader #eula x reader #ayaka x reader #kokomi x reader #good reception on this post and not ONE soul told me i had a glaring spelling error god im so embarressed #iykyk and if you dont then GOOD please stay ignorant forever

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For a very quick, but effective fix: Pasha's improv rustic pizza

Meet Pasha IV, Shipper Mom's British Shorthair spirit animal and soulmate:

This is the most lazy & gourmet being ever to grace this planet, so it's only normal to dedicate the following quick fix recipe to him (pets are never 'it' in this house, nor should they ever be - damn grammar!).

This is a freestyle recipe I invented for myself back in my first days of desperate cooking apprenticeship, in Paris. Leaving home at 18, with virtually zero food skills, I quickly realized it was not reasonable to eat every single day in town. My path to cooking began with books, fantasizing scrumptious recipes and a lengthy, persevering trial and error process. I always was a difficult, horrendously fastidious client, but now I was slowly turning into a monster, keeping my eyes peeled on cooking gestures and mannerisms, wherever I could find them.

This pizza experiment was an instant success and the moment the coin dropped: I actually could do things to and with food, that would be something more than survival. The rest is reading ahead, combining ahead and never being shy to ask around for that recipe. From taxi drivers to friends, they were all more than happy to generously indulge, all around the world.

You need whatever you have loitering around in your fridge and you aren't really sure how to recycle. I even happily, barbarically put mac & cheese or cold satay noodles (want my recipe? I poached it in Phnom Penh) on it. Tuna/corn/red onion is a sure combo and so are deli bits and bobs/corn/Vidalia onion. Cold roast beef, too. Diced ham, onion and even roasted potatoes leftovers, plus heavy cream - only in winter. Sardines (tinned), lemon/orange zest, ground pepper and perhaps a dash of coriander leaves (add herbs at the end, otherwise, they will go bitter). Fresh goat cheese, pistachio, figs (even fig jam will do) and balsamic vinegar. Sky is the limit. I also never use Mozzarella, and yes, please curse me - I always use Irish red cheddar, because this is what you are likely to find in my fridge until the end of time. And whenever you can or see fit, break an egg on top of it three to five minutes before you take it off the oven: it's called Pizza Radio and it is a local Corsican secret.

Preheat the oven at the usual temperature: 350 Fahrenheit/180 Celsius.

Unroll a store-bought pizza pastry sheet in a parchment paper lined 13x8 baking pan. Let rest while you prepare the easiest sauce in the world.

Mix Heinz ketchup, Sriracha and sweet Thai chili sauce. Should yield about a cup - proportions vary according to your own resistance to heat: one of the reasons you should taste your own concoctions and do it often. If you went overboard with the sacred Sriracha, immediately add honey or some brown sugar, until rectified. Add two Tablespoons (30 ml) of EVOO and mix well. Spread on the pizza pastry sheet with your usual brush.

I always try to use this one, but any brand will do:

4. Add the grated Cheddar, with spiral, clockwise movements (this is something I stole from a pizzaiolo in Florence, it is the only way to make sure all the surface gets evenly covered).

5. Thinly cut the onions (you know: halve them, then go ahead exactly like you would do for onion rings or quarter them and go ahead for more caramelized crunchiness, curse TPTB and cry your arse out). Add them on top. I had red onion - it is stellar with cold cuts.

6. Add whatever it is you want to garnish the pizza with. In my pic, we had thinly cut (recycled) debreceni kolbász (Debreziner) sausages and diced Prague/cooked ham (you need something more neutral to counterbalance all that heat).

7. Finish off with 150 grams/5 ounces (drained) canned sweet corn. No particular brand, but make sure it's dry before you add it on top of this.

8. Bake in a very hot oven for about 20 to 25 minutes. Take out, let breathe (5 minutes tops), cut and devour. I guarantee no leftovers.

You're welcome! We'll get to more serious things this evening, though.

#cookery #pizza #own recipe #easy

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zouofzouey · 2 years

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Sick of Being Sick | MHA & JJK

Hey, I'm sick right now. Share in my misery, will ya?

Series; MHA and JJK

Characters; Bakubabe, Todobroki, Kiri luvs us all, Shinshino (Shinso), JenniferLawrenceLover666 (AKA Itadori), GoGoGojo, Megumi my love... and I think that's it.

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Bakugou

This man makes you soup. Which, I know soup sounds boring but like, this is some serious gourmet shit

He'd be the type to say stuff like: You got this sick cause of your own stupid actions dipwad...

But then turnaround and tuck you all nice into bed with a story (maybe not that last part but whatever)

He's also the type to stay 10 feet away from you

I mean, keep your germs to yourself ya nasty

No cuddles or kisses or anything that has to do with being in close proximity

Good luck getting even a fist bump (Not that he would normally do that but you know whatever)

He'll give you your meds and your DayQuil or NightQuil but he's gonna be wearin a mask I swear

10/10 on taking care of you

0/10 for smooches :'(

Todoroki

Being taken care of by this man is pretty sweet

He loves you with all his heart and is willing to run miles just to make you feel better

But honestly, he might mess up here or there

Like he wouldn't heat the soup up properly (Unless you like cold soup)

If you have hot or cold flashes, boom, the instant temperature regulator 3000

Even if it got him sick, he would give you your soft forehead kisses or late-night cuddles

Would 100% get sick right after you get better

Hopefully, this isn't a cycle...

8/10 on taking care of you

10/10 for love <3

Kirishima Eijiro

Kiri my man my dude my legend mi compadre don muchacho is very good at taking care of you

I mean, c'mon, Kirishima is a lovely manly man who wants nothing more than his partner to be happy and healthy

Moreso, he gonna take care of you like his life depends on it, which is true, your life is his life... or some weird couple saying that I wouldn't know about because I'm single

This man gonna cuddle your sickness away

You're gonna be in a headlock from the next week so get comfortable sweetie

He's going to get all the pillows and blankets he can find to fit on your bed ASAP

Snuggle party y'all

He would absolutely go to the drugstore at 5 in the morning just to get you your DayQuil

An honorable man who is willing to do anything for the love of his life

10/10 on taking care of you

10/10 for smooche smooches and love

Shinso Hitoshi

Shinso's pretty lazy, not gonna lie

He loves ya, but your medicine is on the other side of the couch, so he just- can't- reach-

You'll be lucky if he'll even make you some decent food

It's probably going to be just microwave dinners :/

Okay, let's be real, Shinso is gonna have you sleeping even before he does

Like I said, he loves you and will show it in his strange Shinso ways

You're getting some good sleep

How does he do it? He has his Shinso magic that can only be used on rare occasions. The magic of ✨prescription drugs✨

Yeah, that'll have you knocked out for sure

What drug you may ask?

Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to

2/10 taking care

5/10 smoochy

Itadori Yuji

Does he know what he's doing?

Haha, no

But is he trying?

With all his heart <3

He's not great at cooking or finding the right medicines but you know what? A for effort? No, A is for ass. Don't ask questions

Yuji will want to cuddle the last bit of sickness out of you

But he'll come to snuggle up to you when he gets sick and be just like; "You have to take care of me now 👉👈"

He might be a wee bit annoying when it comes to letting you do ANYTHING by yourself, I mean, he's gonna make you stay in bed while he makes you some mediocre soup

Don't get too angry with him though, he just wants to take care of the love of his life

Which is you, not Jennifer Lawrence

Probably

6/10 on taking care of you

12/10 on luvs

Gojo Satoru

Do you think this man's going to stop working? Stop teaching his beloved students? Stay in your house that reeks of sickness? Do all the cooking and cleaning for you while you're stuck on the couch watching his favorite TV show without him?

Maybe not that last part, but he'll mostly do what's said above

Gojo is likely to do nothing with you while you're ill

Just watchin' some sort of stupid romcom you found for free on a random website that may just be a tiny bit sketchy

He's not much of the "taking care of" type. More so, the "I'm going to cuddle the life out of you" type

I mean, you can't be sick if you're dead

He loves you. But your germs be nasty

I imagine he never gets sick, so when he's around someone who is sick, he avoids them like the plague

It just so happens to be that the one who's sick is his s/o

2/10 on taking care of you

7/10 for loving

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi is also the type to never get sick

He probably won't treat you like you're gonna kill him every time you cough

Unlike someone, we all know and sometimes love

He's pretty damn good at taking care of you

He makes sure you don't overexert yourself

Gumi gets you food that won't make you feel even worse

He gives the gracious gift of water every hour (or any time you finish your current glass)

Warm blankets straight from the dryer, perfectly fluffed pillows, he's got it all ready

Megumi can't cook that well, but he tries because he loves you <3

He'd also get up in the middle of the night if you run out of medicine

24/7 drug stores exist for a reason

9/10 on taking care of you

10/10 for caring

This was originally going to be a serious headcanon thing, but it later turned into satire and sass. Just like my 10th-grade assignment about Emerson. Good times, good times.

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redbleedingrose · 2 years

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Eris taking care of you while you are on your period headcanons

Based off this post from @fieldofdaisiies

Can I just say Eris is absolutely using the fire that runs through his blood to warm his hands to act as basically a heating pad for you that he rests on your stomach and lower back.

And I just know he is massaging the flesh, rubbing at every aching point.

Eris is the kind of male who is so open about your cycle. He is never uncomfortable by it, and that is definitely something that is not standard in Autumn Court.

The males from Autumn avoid females who are on their cycle. They leave them for the time they are bleeding so the females can deal with it on their own.

But Eris is so caring, so attentive, so absorbed within you to leave you like that.

And he is doing everything in his power to make you feel even the slightest bit better

He is picking you up and carrying you to wherever you wanna go whether it is the library he built for you, or the lounge he built attached to his office so you can be near him while he works, or to the kitchen so he can hand feed you fresh fruits.

Eris is making sure that you don't need to lift a single fucking finger while you are on your period.

The times he does need to leave your side, he is settling you into bed, fluffing the pillows that rest behind you and lighting the hearth in your room with a fire that will stay lit until he returns.

His 13 hounds will crowd into the room and collectively circle the bed taking turns resting their head on your belly and surrounding you to keep you warm.

Eris is also the kind of male to get you whatever you are craving whenever you are craving it.

You wake him up in the middle of the night because you are craving spicy noodles??

The Autumn high lord is going to give you the softest kiss and wink before heading to the kitchen himself to make you the best spicy noodles that he will spoon feed you

Gourmet chocolates while he is in a meeting with the other high lords??

This male will straight up tell them, "My mate needs me, see ya" and will go to your favorite bakery that is 45 minutes away from your home just to get you your gourmet chocolates

He would basically drop anything for you, I cannot

And on top of that, he is bringing you blueberry pie, peacan pie, pumpkin pie, all the freaking pies

And he is bringing you fresh baked almond crossaints

Even though the bakery was out of those crossiants

He bribed the baker to make them for you

And then after he hand feeds you, he picks you up and settles you into the warm lavender scented bath and is washing your body and shampooing your hair because he knows you feel a little gross after a long day of sweating and bleeding

And he massages oils into every part of your body before settling you in his warmest sweaters and pajama pants because he knows that his scent soothes you like no other

Eris is gonna cuddle you close, encouraging you to rest your head against his chest as he rubs at your arm and back, kissing at your forehead and temple, reading you whatever book he is currently reading

The soft murmur of his voice, the rumbling in his chest, and the repeating lullaby of his heartbeat send you into a deep sleep

And when you wake, he has your favorite breakfast in bed prepared for you. On the tray is a little vial of tonic that will help with the pain that he helps you drink after you finish eating breakfast together.

He is constantly going out of his way to bring you warm spiced chai or coffee, and is ensuring that you are drinking enough water throughout the day.

A little bit of NSFW stuff below so 18+ only

And I mean..... when you tell him that you heard a rumor that orgasms can help with the pain....

well.....

He doesn't even hesitate.

He just pulls a dark towel out of thin air using his magic and lays it down on the bed, grinning wildly at you as he taps the bed, encouraging you forward

"I don't care about a mess sweets, I can clean that up later," and "Anything to help my beloved," and "Gonna take care of you love" and "I promise to take the pain away" and "This is about you my beloved, not me"

And he just makes love to you, soft and slow to make sure he isn't hurting you the slightest bit.

He is checking in on you, making sure his beloved is alright, making sure that you feel good, making sure you want to continue going

And he pulls orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm

Until your body is shaking with pleasure and you don't even remember the pain that you were in because the euphoria he is pushing you into is mind blowing

So... anyway....

Sorry this is short, but maybe I will do a Girl Dad!Eris version later.

Eris is what I want and need rn. If anyone finds Eris, please send him my way. Cuz I just know he would treat me right. Hope y'all enjoyed!

#rose rambles #rose writes #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris vanserra acotar #eris acotar #fluff #acotar headcanons #headcanons

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lazypeachsoul · 2 years

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Housewarming

Summary: A housewarming party that turns a bit warmer that one might expect.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader (no Y/N mention)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ only. Oral sex (f receiving), a slight embarrassing situation. can't promise it's good smut because it's my first time writing it, but enjoy.

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Too busy arranging some sliders on a plate you ignored the company you now had in the kitchen. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wind themselves around your waist that you realized sweet Robert had found his way to you.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“Because I’ve been busy being a good host.” You shrugged, trying the perfect position for the appetizer. “And you were too busy talking about the best film. And best book. Oh, don’t forget the best record.”

You both laughed thinking about the amount of debates that had taken place during the party. Most of them with Jake and Phoenix as main debaters and Maverick or Penny as the moderator. It was chaotic, and borderline stupid that those topics seemed to rile your friends so much. But you knew Bob wouldn’t change his found family for all the money in the world, and you couldn’t be happier to consider them family too.

“I didn’t even have to talk, Phoenix has enough strong arguments to destroy Jake.” He joked while moving his hand from your waist to the sliders, trying to snatch one before you before you slapped his hand away.

“Those are for the guests! I’m trying to make them look pretty.”

“I can’t believe I’m not allowed to eat in my own house, that’s a sacrilege.” He huffed, trying again to reach for the plate. “You wouldn’t let me go hungry, right sunshine?”

His sweet voice against your ear was almost enough to let your guard down. Almost.

“I wouldn’t let you go hungry, Robby, of course not. But the guests get first dibs, it’s part of being good hosts.”

“Sunshine, they are friends. Do you really think they would notice if a plate was missing something? We spend months living on carriers, whatever you give us is gourmet.” He argued, squeezing his arms around you softly before pressing a soft kiss against your neck. “But I do like this new side of you. You look beautiful, fleeting around our house and playing the perfect host.”

You felt heat rise from your belly at his words. Or maybe it was because his lips kept pressing closer and closer to that spot under your ear that made your knees buckle. He was playing a dangerous game, knowing the living room was full of people who were probably close to realizing that you weren’t with them. But the move had been stressful and it didn’t allow for much time together, which made you almost wish you didn’t have to move.

“Our house does sound incredible.” You mumbled trying to move your neck away from his lips like the rational part of your brain screamed. “Robby, stop. Our friends are here.” You bit your lip when you felt one of his hands move towards your hip and grab it. “Your boss is here.”

“You can’t call me that and expect me to stop, sunshine. You know what it does to me.” You did, of course you did. But the irrational part of your brain didn’t want the moment to end. “And our friends are fine, Phoenix has enough in her for another debate.” He spoke against the shell of your ear before pulling your back against him. “I just want some time with you.”

“Later.” You tried to reason but it sounded weak even to you. He pressed you closed against him, making it very clear that waiting until later wasn’t in his plans. “Not here, everyone can see…”

And for a moment you thought you had managed to convince him to stop fooling around until you were alone again. But that thought quickly disappeared when you saw his hand move towards the counter to knock the sleeve of crackers you had set aside for the charcuterie board.

“Robert Floyd! Don’t play with the food.” You tried to scold him but the entire situation was too funny to even sound serious.

“Oops, how clumsy of me.” And the same way you couldn’t hide your amusement, he couldn’t hide the audaciousness behind his movement. He moved away from you but before you could start missing his body heat he returned to his position with the fallen crackers in hand. “These are too broken, my love. You know what?” He left the snacks on the counter before he held your hand and started pulling you towards the door left of “We should go to the walk-in pantry that you wanted so bad when we were looking for a house.”

You could only giggle at the implication of his words and suddenly the charcuterie board became the most unimportant thing. As soon as you stopped fighting his pulls and looked to the entry of the kitchen, making sure nobody was looking for you two, Bob knew he had won this battle and a bright smile took over his face.

“And we need to go together?” You asked sarcastically, knowing there was no fighting it anymore.

“Of course, what if you go lost in this big new house?”

Bob gave a final strong pull to get you inside the pantry, wrapping his arms around you before closing the door with his foot. You turned around ready to deliver the next sarcastic answer but were quickly shut up by Bob’s lips pressing against yours. A clumsy kiss that only fueled your need for it, your need for Bob. “God, I love you so much.” He mumbled when you broke the kiss for air, but remained close enough to feel his breath against your lips. “I need to thank you for organizing the party.”

You hummed against Bob’s lips, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible in the limited space of the pantry. “And how exactly are you going to thank me?”

You fully expected him to tell you everything he was going to do to you that night when you were alone again. To take this small moment to rile you up and tease you, leave you wanting more during the rest of the party. What you hadn’t taken into account is that your time with Bob had been very limited the last week, with grueling air training and never ending work. And he wasn’t willing to just stop after a kiss. His hands moved from their place on your waist, wrapping around you before lifting you from the ground and sitting you on the step stool that stood to the side.

“You are going to sit there looking pretty.” He held your face with his big hands before kissing your lips softly, murmuring a sweet ‘as always’. “And I am going to enjoy myself between your thighs. It’s a win-win if you think about it.”

He kneeled before you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and squeezing them softly. At that moment you were thankful you found a boyfriend as incredible as him, thankful that you chose a comfortable dress… hell, you were even thankful that you saw the idea for the step stool on pinterest.

“Robbie.” You spoke breathily, anticipation getting the best of you. “Our friends-”

But your boyfriend stopped you before you could finish your sentence with a simple movement of his hands that were now parting your thighs. Taking the glasses off his face he folded them and threading them through the cleavage of your dress with an amount of precision that should be scary.

“You hold onto them and try not to get us caught.”

You could feel the blood pumping through your veins when his rough fingers inched towards your dampening panties. Gasping when you felt the fabric shift and the air hit your heated skin. Or maybe it was the feeling of Bob’s face so close to your wet pussy that was making you gasp. “Robb-” “We have to make this quick, but I promise this is just a taste for tonight.”

You felt a soft kiss against your mouth, a gesture that Bob always had before he made you see stars. The first stroke of his tongue was always the sweetest, always accompanied by a groan from him and a need to brace yourself. You tried to hold onto the step stool when his tongue ran through your folds again but it wasn’t enough.

With every lick you tried your best to control your volume but it was difficult when the pleasure was only growing. You felt your body getting hotter and time seemed to stop. Looking down between your legs, seeing Bob looking back at you with glazed eyes while he sucked your clit only made you throw your head back in pleasure. Your mouth opened slightly, ready to let free the moan that was growing in your chest when the sucking stopped. “Don’t.”

Inside your muddled brain you realized the precarious position you were in and clamped your mouth, deciding to instead bite your lip. “That’s it baby, we wouldn’t want to get caught when I’ve just started.” His voice was sickly sweet and you could see the lust in his darkened eyes.

Bob’s fingers made their way between your thighs parting your folds and making you whine when you felt his tongue circle your entrance. “So good…” You breathed and you swore you could feel his smile against your pussy. The hand that was still holding you leg open lifted it until it rested on Bob’s shoulder, allowing him to be closer to you and forcing you to thread your fingers in his blonde hair.

Every lick felt electric in your body, every time he dipped the tip into your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit making the pressure in your lower stomach grow. You hadn’t realized how wound up you had been after all the work until you were spread in your pantry fighting to keep quiet. Your toes were scrunching inside your socks, breath now coming in pants and you tried your best to buckle your hips without falling.

“That’s it, baby. I know you are close.” He whispered looking at you with glazed eyes and circling your clit with his thumb. “Cum for me, let go.” He moved his mouth back against your clit and with a harsh suck you felt the overwhelming pressure explode. Muscles seizing, hands holding harder against Bob’s hair and your hand falling between your shoulders trying to control the waves of pleasure rolling through you. “Attagirl.”

And even with your blissed out brain you could hear the grin in his voice. He placed a wet kiss against the inside of your thigh before lowering it from his shoulder. Looking back at him you pushed yourself to move forward, lowering your hand from his hair to the neck of his t-shirt and pulling him into you for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you whine.

“That was a hell of a thank you, flyboy.” You whispered, goosebumps covering your skin from the adrenaline and endorphins.

“It was my pleasure.” You wanted to keep kissing him but a noise on the other side of the door made both of you freeze. In a great effort you both raised from your places and straightened your clothes the best you could without a mirror.

“Bob? Are you here?” The voice spoke from the other side of the room and you recognized it was Phoenix who had ventured into the kitchen.

You looked at Bob in a panic, wanting to push him out the door but knowing out of the two, trying to explain the messy hair and the bulge in his trousers would be complicated. You took a deep breath and tried to fix your hair again before stepping out the pantry and quickly closing the door behind you.

“Hi Nat, anything you need?” You tried to sound inconspicuous but by the look on her face you knew she was suspicious.

“I realized both hosts had disappeared, so I was looking for Bob expecting him to be with you.” She leaned against the kitchen island and you leaned against the door of the pantry to mirror her demeanor. “Need me to help you with anything?” She spoke while pointing to the forgotten charcuterie board.

“Oh, thank you for offering Nat but I just need the crackers and it’s done.” You shook your head. “That’s what I needed from the pantry.”

She raised an eyebrow and your heartbeat quickened. Natasha had become your best friend in the time she had been Bob’s pilot. And that position as your best friend meant she could read you like an open book. If she was looking at you like that, she knew something.

“And you needed Bob’s glasses to look for the crackers?” Shit, his glasses were still hanging from the front of your dress. “And where are the crackers?”

You wanted the word to swallow you whole, but instead you felt the door of the pantry give slightly and a hand snaked from behind shyly. You quickly took the glasses and placed them on Bob’s hand, feeling yourself drown in embarrassment. The hand moved inside again and came out for a second time with the new sleeve of crackers. Idiot. You quickly took them and looked back at Nat who, after the entire interaction, looked to be holding back a huge laugh.

“Looking for crackers, huh?” She spoke before she burst out, losing her battle against the laugh.

You cleared your throat, trying to swallow your embarrassment before moving back to the counter with the crackers to finish what had been so rudely interrupted.

“Honestly, good for you.” You tried to hold a smile while arranging the plate but her words were making the best out of the awkward situation. “I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him to do something like that.”

Both of you burst into laughter, a laughter that was only interrupted when you heard a door close with a bang. Turning you could see Bob standing outside of the pantry, glasses now on and hair still a bit messy. “You know I can hear you, right?” His cheeks were rosy, not sure if it was because of the embarrassment or the comments of his friend.

You started laughing again, this time not even your boyfriend could hold it in. Thank goodness it had been Natasha walking in on you two and turned the awkwardness into good fun. Another person joined you in the kitchen when they heard the laugh coming from the kitchen.

“Is this another party I have not been invited to? What is so funny?” Hangman spoke and it only made the three of you laugh harder.

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