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ayoogirlie · 11 months ago

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Before I start writing angst, let's go with something pleasant. I just recently started reading and watching MASHLE which is why I don't knowe many characters well.

MASHLE MAIN 5 X GN!READER (separated)

Main 5 falling in love with you!

Mash

This one is oblivious. He doesn't realise he holds special feelings for you. I believe at first he could have though of you as sibling.

You're just as important as his father so why not? The three of you could be a fine family.

He would share creampuff with you... just like with others. Honestly, it would be difficult to notice he likes you in that way. This man is so indifferent or more like he forgot to train his face muscles.

The thing that betrayed his feelings is the fact that he has been following you everywhere like a little duckling his mom.

Whether you have classes together or not. If you had them together — he would sit with you or at least close to you. Some rather prefer to sit alone, which helps them focus. On the other hand, if you have separated classes, he would always escort you to the class and only leave after making sure you sat down.

Mash's main love language would be act of service. I don't find him as a touchy guy — he would respect your personal space. The most he would do is grab the snip of your sleeve to not possibly lose you in crowd. (I find it cute honestly, like he would be to shy to grab your hand, so he would be happy with bare minimum.)

Going back to act of services. I think you would have a special privilege — flavoured creampuff. Coffee, chocolate, strawberry, etc., whichever you want. This guy would take you to kitchen and make you bake them together. Unless, your cooking is hopeless and you can set the kitchen on fire, then you're simply watching him work and talk about the silliest things.

Mash would definitely listen to your rambling. Well, at least he will try to. At some point, he would pass out, if he was overflowing with many new information. Please, go slow with him.

When asking others for help with you, he first would try to figure things out himself. Only if he had no more ideas, would he ask his friends for love advices (most likely Lance or Finn).

This guy is so sweet yet so clueless. He loves you so clumsily and as a boyfriend he doesn't change his attitude much. He already treated you in special way. Well, maybe he'll get more intimate with you. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Finn

I simply adore this boy. His love is as innocent as he is. Literally, he would be all red and shy when he realised his feelings for you.

He would get nervous around you and every possible physical contact would make him explode. He's too focused to not make any mistakes in front of you, that he forgets to relax.

Well, it's not like he's always like that. His heart would explode at this point. There are some moments, when he is even sweeter than he is now. It's when you simply sit somewhere and do nothing, just enjoying your existence. He feels so calm that he wish those moments would last forever.

Finn likes DIY. So I bet he would make some for you, it might be jewelry, plushie or something more practical. Whatever you'll ask for he will do. (If it's in terms of his skills.)

If you ask him to teach you how to make some, he would be more than happy. Who wouldn't be happy to spend time with their crush?

He would carefully explain everything and help you if you have any difficulties with the project. Sometimes I wonder where he gets all this patience from. Whether you would get discouraged or curse how hard it is, he would try to calm you down and explain your mistakes.

When I'm still talking about teaching. Study session. I just see with my eyes of imagination. The two of you sitting in library beside each other and bending over books. It depends on you — whether he's teaching you some subject or you just enjoy your company.

Finn loves animals. I think, he would always tell you many random fact about them and won't stop talking, until he gets a hold on himself.

When he finally remembers himself, he will start apologising and feeling bad about being the only one talking. Then you kave to reassure him that you really don't mind and he can continue.

As a boyfriend, he treats you very well. People might say he's a perfect boyfriend material, but you can see how much he tries and I hope you do as much for him as he does for you.

Lance

Honestly, I can't imagine him giving someone else attention than his sister. Like this sis-con on has Anna in his head. So you can imagine how everyone was surprised when they noticed his unusual behaviour towards you.

And it wasn't some big change. No. It was more subtle. He was less strict with you than he is with others. Whenever you seemed sad because of his, sometimes mean, comments, he would apologise. (It took him a lot of courage to say this simple words.) He was more careful with his act to not sadden you.

I believe that after some time of knowing each other he would tell you about his sister and maybe if he happens to trust you a lot — about her illness as well.

He strikes me as a gentleman at some point. He would hold the door for you, help you with school work and follow you almost everywhere as if it was his duty.

Unfortunately for you, his sister will always be his number one, so unless you accept this fact, I don't think he will try to do anything with your relationship.

As well as it was with Finn, you two would have study session together. This guy is so clever that it would be stupid not to ask for help with the subject, spell or other thing you have difficulties with.

He truly admires you. You saw him in numerous embarrassing situations, for example when he was talking to Anna's pictures etc. Everyone' else would already start avoiding him. Maybe that's why he finds you as a perfect match for himself. Someone who wouldn't judge his behaviour and just accept his 'imperfections'.

Lance would respect your personal space and it would have to be you who initiates physical contact (mostly before your relationship). But he would place his hand on your waist with excuse not to let you bump into others.

He looks like the guy who would give other people, who are talking to you, nasty glare, when you don't look. It's not that he doesn't believe in his charm, it's just the fact that he doesn't like others being to close or touchy with you.

As a boyfriend Lance becomes more possessive and clingy. He would hug you from behind and gets touchy when you least expect it. Well, at least you're never bored.

Dot

It's easy to captivate this hot-headed guy's heart... if you're a woman of course. Male readers have it harder. But now we are talking about the stage he is already in love.

He would always boast to his friends about how he's going to marry you with no shame. Of course, always when you're absent. If by chance you will witness him saying it. He would want to hide under ground.

He would always scream at the person, you would give too much attention. He gets easily jealous, but he act like thata with every male that gets too much attention from others.

That's why you don't realise he holds any special feelings towards you. He still acts like he act towards women, so you don't think any special of the way he treats you.

I believe Dot would be touchy with you. Like put his arm over your shoulder or surprise you from behind. Honestly, if he would have ever touched you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable, as a man he is — he would never forgive himself.

In his eyes, he gives you special treatment. He doesn't play pranks on you and even with Lemon in room, he always focus on what you're saying and so on.

After some time, he gets more obvious that others notice his strange behaviour. He always stares at you, daydream about you two being together. His eyes are always following your person.

When you're close, he catch himself on enjoying your fragrance. Later of course, Dot will blame himself as well call himself a pervert. But you cannot be mad at him. He just can't get enough of you.

If he only could he would almost always hold you in his arms and never let go, while being too scared you might run away from him.

He is energetic, so as a boyfriend he would take you to many places. Date? Let's go to amusement park, if not, we have many other options. Of course, sometimes you two have home dates, where you just cuddle and enjoy eachother company.

Lemon

Congratulations. You just won over Mash and captured Lemon's heart. This turn of event surprised everyone, like literally everyone, even Mash.

Lemon would act similar like she did while having crush on Mash. She would be so delulu and talk about how the two of you are engaged and all (in fact you aren't... for now).

She would randomly grab your arm and hug it. People got used to seeing you this way. The two of you walking through the corridor, you look like those couples who always stick close to eachother.

She gets easily jealous of other people you're close with, expect for Mash, Lance, Finn and Dot, since she knows they won't try anything with you. When she feels threatened by someone, she would get closer to you or (in most cases) panic.

She would definitely share Cupid Gummies with you. Like she would buy it and almost immediately run to you only to give you some. She thinks of it as a special bond between the two of you.

Lemon blush a lot around you, that's for sure. You get too close? With red as tomato face, she would slap you. She gets a little violent when nervous, it's the fact you have to accept. But who can blame her? She's so happy to have you around that she cannot control her actions.

She's like a ray of sunshine, which is why whenever you're sad, she will try to make you feel better. Sometimes when words won't help, she just sits next to you. She wants you to know she will be always here for you.

You would get a lucky charm from her. One reason is that to keep you safe, other is to have her close to you. While making a design she would try to match with your taste. Like when she made Mash creampuff plushie, she would make something similar.

Whenever she would have problems with spells, she would go to you. Perfect excuse to spend time together! In exchange, she would teach you theory you would have problem with.

As a girlfriend, Lemon is very sweet. She wouldn't have to find excuses just to spend time with you. You would be often seen together eating lunch or walkings around while holding hands.

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bvidzsoo · 9 months ago

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Stern, but sweet

✎ Teacher!San ✎

TW: nothing, just San being soft and hansome

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A/N: Helleur, lovelies! As you can see, those pictures are from San's latest YouTube live, which means I was inspired by it (dies). Also, it's the first time San bias wrecked me and I sincerely hope it stays that way, I've already got 3 official wreckers (dies again). Idk what this is, but he gave me cute aggression and at the same time the need to crawl up a wall...how is that possible? Anyways, enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!

so, you had been working at this school for a year now and you absolutely loved your job

the kids are lovely and you happened to grow attached to them quite fast, wanting to ensure they got the adequate education

but when it comes to your colleagues, well, they are quite boring

most of them are well past the age of 40 and they prefer going straight home after work, most of times refusing your invitations for a dinner between co-workers

and it also doesn't help much that you're a lot younger than most, making you feel left out when you hear them conversing about topics that you're either not interested in or just simply don't understand, like: raising children and maintaining a family at home

but when one of the homeroom teacher moves away and the school is in a frenzy to find someone fit for the job, a man around your age seems to confidently accept the challenge

Choi San, is his name

and my lord, when I tell you he's absolutely ravishing with his sharp eyes and soft looking skin

he looks like someone who would discipline you at the slightest misbehavior, and you don't know how to feel about it at first

but then he smiles and those cute dimples in his cheeks make you absolutely swoon over him, his aura so warm and lovely

you've come to know that Choi San is a man with a colorful personality

in his own class, he's very authoritative and stern, he doesn't allow his students to slack, and he doesn't accept any excuses as to why they haven't done their math homework

but San is an amazing teacher, and despite his subject being math, which many students tend to hate, those who he teaches just simply can't wait for his class to come

despite being stern and quite serious, he always cracks harmless jokes while explaining the hardest equations and theories, lightening the mood, and also helping the students focus

they love San in and outside of the classroom

whenever they have a problem, they know they can go to him as he will listen, giving them smart advice instead of rolling his eyes at them and telling them to get lost (like their last homeroom teacher had done so many times)

when there's a conflict, he first listens to both sides and then comes up with a solution (or punishment) that is fair and doesn't favor a student (like their previous homeroom teacher had done quite often)

but San, with his positive and warm energy, seems to also light up your office, the grumpy older teachers laughing a bit more often, a lot more open-minded with San here now

and well, you're a simple woman and you can't really help yourself when you start swooning over him (of course, when he's not watching you or paying attention to you) about just how perfect, and dreamy, he actually is

San was the one to approach you, and you quite liked that as he talked to you freely as if you had known each other for ages

you feel your most authentic self around him, never having to worry that he'll judge you or make fun of you behind your back (like you have caught a few of your fellow co-workers doing so before)

and seriously, San is just so good with children, that you can't help yourself as you develop a crush on him rapidly

and you hope he doesn't notice the way you gaze at him longingly when he's explaining something thoroughly to his students, or pats them on the head as encouragement, or even brings them candy so he can give it as a reward when they excel on their tests

and you certainly hope he doesn't see the way you stare at him for minutes at a time when you're both in your office, your cubicles next to each other, him busy typing on his computer and you busy...well staring at San

and you definitely do not absolutely die when one Friday he asks if you're doing anything later that night, eager to go to the new Amusement Park, saying he was thinking of inviting a few other colleagues as well since he's on good terms with them

you hate Amusement Parks, but if San loves them, well...you might grow to dislike them a little less

and so you definitely do not dress up all cute and spend two hours on your makeup and hair just because San invited you (and your colleagues, but you tend to ignore that part) out

what the two of you absolutely do not expect is for your colleagues to bail on you last minute, all of them saying the same excuse, "something came up, but we should go next time"

and perhaps you die a little on the inside, because you suddenly realize just how of an awkward person the both of you are, blushing and quickly avoiding eye contact when you catch the other one already looking

you don't want to tell San that you're afraid of heights and anything that goes with high speed when he points excitedly at the large roller-coaster, telling you how he's been waiting all day to go on it

you say nothing, you suck it up, because you're an adult and this is your work crush, and perhaps because the way San has been paying attention to you all evening, keeping people away from your body in the crowd as you moved around, or how without touching you, would hold his arm out behind your back when someone walked too close, made you feel rather comfortable in his presence

so, you brace yourself for the ride and certainly don't tremble as San helps you inside the cabin, sitting down next to you

once you're tied up and secured inside of it, is when you start praying to all Gods to give you strength so that you don't lose your mind during the ride

what you don't expect is San noticing how nervous and pale you are, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers with his as the ride takes off, making you clutch onto his hand for dear life

and the ride is so much fun that you're surprised how much you're enjoying it, but perhaps it's also because San keeps making you laugh and keeps talking to you, holding onto you

what you don't expect, once again, is him not letting go of your hand once you get off the ride, and instead he pulls you towards a photobooth, saying he wants to commemorate tonight's 'date'

oh, and you certainly don't faint when San decides to press a kiss against your cheek as the camera goes off for the last photo

seems like your work crush was crushing back on you, huh?

(seems like all of your coworkers knew about it and cancelled last minute on purpose as they've been secretly shipping the two of you and making bets about when you'd finally start dating)

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loveemagicpeace · 10 months ago

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🍬Uranus Energy🍬

Uranus may signify death through accident, injury, or natural disaster, but at least it never signifies the death-in-life that is characteristic of Saturn. Thus, although Uranus energies can be extremely difficult to live with, the measure of chaos that they introduce is essential for life. Life is to a great extent a balancing of the orderly forces of Saturn with the chaotic forces of Uranus. Each has its place, and each needs to be kept in check by the other. Uranus represents something very different, very unique. But can also be very strange and unfamiliar. Anywhere you have uranus in your house it shows where your life is the most different. Uranus energies coming too soon in life can cause a chronically erratic quality that prevents any kind of maturation and produces an individual incapable of taking part in the social contract. Such people are automatic rebels: they rebel simply to negate order, even when order is still useful. Whatever it may affect or symbolize takes the form of something unusual, far different from the everyday world.

🦋Uranus in 1st house- you might present yourself differently to others or feel somehow out- of step. You can play a role as outsider, bringing valuable insight to outmoded situations. Your appearance is unique and your beauty can also be original and different from others. These people tend to have a different perspective than the rest. They think and look at life outside the box. You usually don't like things related to systems, you prefer to stick to your own rules. This placement often indicates an unconventional approach to life. This suggests that you are a very individualistic person, who operates the best on their own.

🌱Uranus in 2nd house-Financial fortunes might be subject to sudden changes, perhaps a result of not playing it safe. Income might come from independent freelance sources. Your money can go up and down very quickly. You can also have a different way of making money. This can lead to a unique approach to finances, a deep understanding of personal values, and an unconventional path to self-expression. Another strength of this placement is its innovative, progressive energy. You have a different way of managing your money. You spend a lot of money on things that are more dreamy. You have a free way of managing money and it doesn't mean much to you.

🌱Uranus in 3rd house- Your mind works at lightning speed. You can be single-minded in the way you think, with a talent for presenting the opposite view. Your way of thinking is often contradictory and different from the others. Many times your thinking and manner can confuse other people. This can also mean that your relationship with relatives is distant and cold. Your thoughts are often ahead of their time, leading you to challenge established ideas and concepts. Uranus here can also cause sudden accidents on the road. You have to be careful how you drive.

💕Uranus in 4th house- Early independence may have been high on the agenda. You might opt to rent rather than buy, so you can change the scenery from time to time. At home, you can often be rebellious and do things on your own. The relationship with the mother can be more distant, cold and perhaps strange. You can move a lot and the moves are usually sudden. Uranus can make a home unstable and strange.

🍭Uranus in 5th house-You have potential for genuine creative originality, although your challenge might be to allow it to land and take form, because each idea is rapidly superseded by the next. Your dates are usually sudden, different, and you may always feel that this area is not so close to you. Many times people can suddenly surprise you (positively or negatively) - also many times you don't get an answer as to why something happened the way it did. You can also suddenly fall in love. Pregnancy can happen spontaneously and the child may be born different from the others.

🍸Uranus in 6th house- You probably need some excitement in your daily round. Being freelance might suit you, so you can set your own routine and timetable. You like work that is independent and free. Above all, what you need is freedom - you hate when someone is above you and tells you what to do. Your rebellious path can be most effective through work. But since this house also represents the physical body, health - it means that you may have some disease that is unusual or you may have some skin problems that are unusual.

🛼Uranus in 7th house- You may prefer to break up with someone who curtails your freedom. Partners may seem unpredictable, but perhaps an assertion of your independence is at the root of it. You can go into a relationship suddenly or end it suddenly. Many times you can attract people who are different, strange, unique, smart. You can have certain conditions that you like about the relationship and stick to them. Few meet your standards. But you need a lot of freedom. Uranus can mean that marriage can be sudden. The law, however, can be quite different from normal laws. It suggests an individual who seeks independence, freedom, and excitement within their intimate connections. Uranus in this house indicates that you seek the company of people who have similar views as you do.

🏹Uranus in 8th house- You can shine intellectual light into life's mysteries, bringing clarity and rational discourse. It might be important to you to maintain your distance in intimate encounters. Because it is also the house of transformation, rebirth & things connected with needles, blood also sugerirs. It also means that you can go for sudden surgery. It can also mean a sudden loss. But you can deal with a loss in a different way than others. They are likely to attract unconventional partners who challenge their views on intimacy and shared resources. It can lead to successful relationships, marriages, and beneficial business opportunities. On the other hand, it can also create disruption in relationships due to its unpredictable nature and an unwillingness to conform.

🥊Uranus in 9th house-Going to university or grappling with religious principles can bring enlightenment - but you might also be inclined to question, rejecting orthodoxy and tradition. You can be very rebellious when it comes to church, religion, other culture and you can also be very controversial about that. Cuz you can also have your own religion that you believe in. Your opinion about the world can be completely different and the places that interest you can also be very unusual. You can also travel to places that others would never go. Especially to unpopular places. You can also have a very unpopular opinion about the world things & around you.

🎱Uranus in 10th house-Bowing to authority is not your style and you may choose work which encourages your independent vision and allows you to change track when it suits you. You can also be very rebellious when it comes to authority figures. The career may be in constant motion, but this can make it difficult to identify with a profession. They are often innovative thinkers with a knack for science and technology, and they bring originality and ingenuity into their development efforts. This often leads to unique and inventive career opportunities, an exciting public image, and the potential for innovative and progressive thinking.

🏝️Uranus in 11th house-This placement offers a parodox: how to maintain your freedom and autonomy within a democratic context. You could play the role of agitator, bringing radical change. You can have a unique way of doing things and seeing them. Many times it is strictly seen that you have the characteristics of uranus. U can also have very unique group or friends. This placement suggests that you enjoy taking part in online discussions where you can connect with like-minded people. Uranus here suggests that you are not interested in everyday goals, craved by most people. You have unique visions for your life. But you can also have the feeling that you are quite different from your friends (can also be lonely placement).

🧚🏼‍♀️Uranus in 12th house-Perhaps you hide your unconventionality so as to fit in - reclaiming this can help set you free. Your radar for collective trends can put you ahead of your time. You can also struggle with spirituality, things that are hidden ,unconscious -this doesn't mean that you don't believe in it, but you can have complex believing into this stuff. They may have dreams, intuitions, or sudden insights that challenge societal norms and traditional beliefs. It often happens with this placement that your parents expected a child with a different type of personality. As a child, you felt that you have to live up to their expectations, but you were struggling on the inside. Social conventions annoy you, but you struggle to express this.

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avianyuh · 3 months ago

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Boring | Min Yoongi

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four} Chapter Five

Summary: Your love life is going great, but you start to feel bad leaving out such an important part of your life from friends. You want to come clean about your relationship, but Yoongi seems hesitant to let anyone know.

Though your relationship with Yoongi was basically all you had ever hoped it’d be (and more), you had one little problem. The two of you had been in a serious relationship for about three months. In that time, you had told only one person, your mother. And though she had seemed excited for you as you spoke over the phone about a month into the relationship, she expressed her concern for you considering you were in a relationship with your boss.

“What if you get in a fight? Or worse, what if you break up? Will you have to find a new job?”, she questioned. And though she had every right to ask you these tough questions, they were simply things that you just didn’t want to think about. But, you had to admit that in the very back of your mind, there were those little doubtful questions that kept you up at night sometimes.

“Mom, I don’t even want to think about that. Even if things didn’t work out, I would hope we’d be in a good enough place where we could just be friends…”, you trailed off as you leaned against the kitchen counter in your apartment. Yoongi was away on a business trip for the week, and even though he offered you his apartment, you declined, preferring your own smaller place. You peered over towards the front entrance of your apartment, looking down at the shoe rack. You stared at Yoongi’s sneakers, neatly tucked in on the rack, sitting next to a pair of your own shoes, specifically a pair of your flats you like to wear to work. Things were good. You were happy, Yoongi was becoming more “tolerable” according to your coworkers and the best part was that no one knew what had caused the switch. The irony was, people kept asking you if you had any ideas as to what caused the change, yet they were looking right at “the cause” the whole time. You always played it off, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of your coffee, or scribbling something down on your notepad to avoid discussing it further. You didn’t want to test your luck.

But other than the occasional existential thought provoking sleepless nights, you had another conundrum. Specifically, it was the increasingly difficult task of trying to hide your relationship from your coworkers. Especially your two friends, Gina and Hana, who you used to frequently gossip about Yoongi with. And though you continued to eat lunch with them and go out for the occasional weekend outing with them, when time for small talk came about your lives outside of work, you began to start feeling increasingly guilty about the massive portion of your life you were purposefully leaving out. After all, Gina and Hana were your friends, not just your coworkers. And to be completely honest, you were really itching to tell someone other than your mother about your boyfriend. It was weird, feeling the happiest you’d ever been, yet you couldn’t share it with your friends. Two people you saw five days out of the week, sometimes six.

So one night, after Yoongi came back from his trip, as you were laying in bed, drifting off to sleep in his arms, you decided now would be the best time to breach the subject of soft-launching your relationship with your friends. “Yoongi, you know how I told my Mom about our relationship, right?”, you started as you placed your hand on Yoongi’s bare chest. His arm was wrapped around you as his fingers traced the curve of your waist, his movements went up and down. You had to fight the urge to close your eyes, as he was basically putting you to sleep with how calm he made you feel.

“Mhm”, was all you got in response as Yoongi continued his hand movements. His eyes were closed. You debated if you should even ask, considering the fact that he was seemingly minutes away from falling asleep. But, the other side of you seemed to be telling yourself that it was now or never.

“Um, I won’t be here around 12 tomorrow, I’m going for lunch with Gina and Hana, remember?”, you questioned. Yoongi hummed again, his eyes still closed. “They keep asking about why I’m not around as much on the weekends…I keep wanting to tell them but I know you don’t really want to tell anyone”, you trailed off. You looked over at Yoongi, noticing that his eyes were now fully open.

“What? Do they suspect anything?”, he questioned, slightly sitting up, his grip around your waist becoming a little looser. Your heart started to race a bit. You didn’t want to upset Yoongi. You were still in the honeymoon phase and wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

“No, no, not at all. I just feel kinda bad because I’m sort of lying to them.”, Yoongi furrowed his brows, giving you a confused look.

“How are you lying to them? Have they asked if you’re single?” Yoongi didn’t seem to understand that leaving out something as massive as a new boyfriend could really hurt your friendship with someone.

“Well, they haven’t asked but they’re under the impression that I’m single and I’m obviously not.”, you explained as you gestured with your hand between the two of you. “I just wish I could tell them, they’re people I see almost every day, that’s all…”, you stated, laying on your back as you turned the TV on.

“You know telling people would look really bad. People would think you’re getting special treatment. And I have a board of people who wouldn’t be okay with the CEO dating an employee.”, Yoongi explained.

“They wouldn’t say anything. They’re more than my coworkers.”, you said, a little disappointed. Even though you really wanted to tell your friends about your relationship with Yoongi, you knew that you had to respect Yoongi’s wishes. He did have a point, an office relationship would be a huge problem. When Taehyung found out that you helped Yoongi with the file instead of him, he was pissed at you. If it came out that you guys were dating, he’d definitely say that you got special treatment, which in your defense, wasn’t true because you weren’t dating when you worked with Yoongi.

“Listen”, Yoongi sighed, “If you really want to tell them, then that’s your call…I don’t know them as well as you do.” You tried to conceal your smile as you wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s neck.

“Thank you Yoongi”, you whispered, “But”, you pulled out of the embrace, “Are you sure? I won’t say anything unless we’re both okay with telling people?”You searched Yoongi’s eyes for hesitation. He did look worried, which made you feel conflicted about telling your friends.

“Like I said, it’s your call. If you really think they won’t say anything about our relationship to anyone else in the office, go ahead, I trust you.”, he explained, pulling you on top of him and closing his eyes again. “Now, can we go to sleep?”, he whined.

“So dramatic”, you rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you got comfortable in your boyfriend's arms. You gave Yoongi a chaste kiss as you rested your head on his chest, almost immediately closing your eyes and feeling relieved. No more hiding.

You were sat across from Gina and Hana the next day at your monthly weekend “brunch”. In a way, you were nervous to tell them, mostly because you had been leaving out the fact that you had a boyfriend the past three months. But also that the said boyfriend is your boss. You played with your food as you pretended to pay attention to Hana’s story about the party she went to last week.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you look like you’re not even paying attention!”, you looked up from your plate to find Gina and Hana both staring at you.

“No, I am, I promise.”, you pleaded. Hana crossed her arms over her chest as she made a disappointed face at you.

“Really? Then who was trying to give me a palm reading in the kitchen?”, you couldn’t believe it, she was giving you a pop quiz. You tried to answer as fast as you could to not raise any more suspicion, so you tried to recall who you remember being mentioned at the party.

“Erica.”, you stated. Gina laughed as Hana groaned in frustration.

“Whatever, I still know you weren’t paying attention.”, she said, taking a sip of her drink.

“Then what was the point in testing me? I got it right”, you grinned at her. As Hana continued to act over dramatic, Gina tapped on your shoulder.

“You know, you have been sort of quiet. Is everything okay?”, she questioned. Concern evident on her features.

“Um, actually, yeah there is something I wanted to tell you guys. But first of all, you can’t tell anyone, okay? This stays between the three of us.”, You explained, sitting up in your seat. Your friends stared at you in confusion as you started to catch them up on everything you had left out the past three months. “So, I have a boyfriend.”, you said. Gina gasped as Hana looked at you in confusion.

“What! When did this happen, you hadn’t mentioned anyone…”, Hana asked as Gina nodded in agreement.

“I know, that’s why when I tell you, you have to understand that this is a pretty unique situation.” you said, giving them a serious look.

“Geez, who are you dating? The president?”Gina questioned.

“No, I’ve been seeing Min Yoongi for the past three months.” There, the bomb was dropped. You watched as their faces went pale. Gina claspedher hand over her mouth, Hana dropped her fork. You, on the other hand, felt a giant wave of relief wash over you. “I know it sounds bad because I didn’t tell you, but he sort of swore me to secrecy. I just had a talk with him yesterday and he agreed with me that it’s okay to tell a few people. The only other person that knows is my Mom since I told her.” you said.

“But, why did you wait so long? Do you not trust us? Three months is a long time to leave something like that out.” Gina said, seemingly hurt by the news.

“Gina, I wanted to tell you, but Yoongi didn’t feel comfortable because you guys work with him. He’s really paranoid that people from the office are going to find out and the news will make its way to the other board members of the company.”, you tried to explain. “I was just trying to respect his wishes.”

“Well, when were you planning on telling us? When you got engaged or something?”, Hana asked, also sounding upset.

“No, guys please, it wasn’t up to me alone. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…” By now you were starting to get nervous. You didn’t expect them to be so upset, shocked for a few minutes sure, but not genuinely hurt by the news.

“Y/N, we’re not mad, it’s just a long time to go without sharing something so major. Forget that he’s our boss, we just know how hard it was for you to find someone in the first place, so hearing that you’ve been seeing someone is great, we just wish we could’ve known since day one.” Gina said, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance. Hana nodded in agreement. You started to feel better. The last thing you wanted was for your friends to be mad at you over your relationship. “Well…tell us about him. Around us he’s always so quiet and emotionless.” Gina giggled. “Oh wait, can I not say that in front of you anymore? Like, is it offensive now that he’s your boyfriend?” she questioned. You playfully nudged her arm as you laughed.

“No, please don’t censor yourself around me. Trust me, I know what you mean by emotionless. That’s how he usually acts at work, he even admits to that.”

“Oh okay, so anyways, what’s he like when you're not at work?” Gina asked as you contemplated what to say to your friends. See, certain details about your relationship, you wanted to keep private.

“He’s actually really funny. He makes me laugh, which I think you guys would find surprising. Oh, and he loves basketball and he plays piano. He’s really talented. But, he was a little closed off at first, but now he can get really clingy”, you giggled as you thought back to just this morning when you tried to leave Yoongi’s apartment. He blocked the door and kept saying, “One more kiss”, which turned into maybe 100 kisses before he actually let you leave.

“Interesting”, Hana said as she waved her hand in a ‘Go on’, type of motion.

“He’s very romantic. He told me he was committed to me completely.” you said as they both made surprised faces.

“Sounds serious,” Gina stated. You nodded as you tried to hide the growing smile on your face. “Realistically, what would happen if you did make your relationship public? Would he get in trouble?” Gina questioned.

“I think the rest of the board would try to make him look bad. Basically try to say that he’s unprofessional for having a relationship with someone in the company. You know he’s the youngest CEO the company’s even had. He told me that a lot of the other board members don’t like that about him.

“Aren’t you afraid that other people would say you have special treatment?”, Hana asked, now looking concerned.

“Yeah, but I’d be more concerned if the board went over Yoongi’s head and got me fired. That would be way worse.” you responded nervously.

“Um, not worse, that would be illegal for them to do unless it’s in your work contract. They, along with anyone else with an unwanted opinion would just have to get used to the fact that the CEO has a girlfriend in the company.” Gina snapped, which made you raise your eyebrows in surprise at how worked up she was. Gina had always been protective over you. “If you do get fired, I’m quitting too.” she finished. You both looked at Hana, waiting for her response.

“I love you guys, but good luck on your job search. I on the other hand, like money so I’d probably stay.”, Gina swatted at Hana, and you laughed as all three of you moved on to a different subject. You feeling relieved but at the same time, trying to ignore the fears of your relationship being outed from creeping to the forefront of your mind.

#bts #suga #min yoongi #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts writing #yoongi fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fanfic

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itsa-not-me · 25 days ago

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So this is NOT related to my previous Alien Konig post. It's separate from that.

...I don't know what I wrote y'all

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alien fucking, breeding, tentacles, breeding, oviposition, two peens, the lost of my sanity. This is UNHOLY

"Research Log # 593; Now that we've been able to confirm the efficacy of Nikto's translation devices we've been able to communicate with the human more efficiently than with the simple sound board. She has confirm that she is a brooding member of her species, and that she is willing to participate in the Counsel's interspecies breeding proposal. Despite what Krueger says I am not preening over the fact that the human stated she would only participate with myself. It just shows that the human is able to distinguish who is the superior sire." "Log # 595; All lab tests are complete. Human is surprisingly more willing to allow lab draws when we can explain what they are for. Happy to report that so far tests show there should be no danger to either of our species during copulation.

Note; Human does not like being called Human, but her Earth name is not possible for us to pronounce in our language. She has agreed to the alias of Nebula."

"Log # 596; Due to our species faster gestation time, and the fact that we do not bear live young, Nebula as agreed to try carrying a fertilized clutch first. I am eager to see how many eggs she will be able to carry."

"Log # 597; Nebula has told us an interesting fact, after a brooding human's bleeding cycle there is a window where they are extremely fertile and is an ideal time for mating. They call this 'ovulation'. According to Nebula her ovulation period is starting shortly. We will begin copulation experiment point one shortly.

Note; I wonder if this ovulation may explain the rather...hungry looks she has been giving me of late."

Konig wasn't nervous, no matter what Krueger tried to say. Kruger was an idiot who kept getting rejected by Nikto. If anything Konig was...brimming with scientific curiosity. Yes that's what it was. He was going to be making important discoveries. With Nebula.

He could admit that at first he had found her of little interest, simply a spare brood human for their external breeding study incase one failed to thrive. But then they had discovered so many little things that made her interesting, unique. It had become difficult to see her as only a study subject. And there was the fact that she always seemed to prefer Konig to the others.

When she was allowed out of the containment area he was the one she choose to follow around the lab. His protection hood was the ones she stole when Krueger had foolishly let her wander the personal quarters. He was the one she would pull towards her nest of bedding when she wished to have a sleep companion, which seemed to have been most nights.

It was his thigh that she chose to use for her pleasure when the Turlian pods ended up acting like a strong aphrodisiac.

So of course it would make sense for Nebula to choose him to participate in the breeding clinicals with. Besides he was the ideal candidate when compared to Krueger.

With that in mind he tried not to think about how the lab felt a little cooler without his usual protective hood and tunic on. Since they had come to a compromise of only having a recording feed instead of Krueger and Nikto as observers, Konig had decided to undress in the lab, trying to ignore the feel of Nebula's stare as he did so.

He knew she had been curious about his physical form, the number of times he'd felt her hands slide along his chest and abdomen at night, exploring the skin and muscle there was a clear give away. Let alone the number of times he had to pull her hands away from under his protective hood. The last time she had even licked the lubricating mucus from his tentacles off of her fingertips! And this was before they even knew if it was safe for her! Really did human's have any survival instincts?

With a huff he turned to look down at the little human, who was already looking up at him with that same wide eyed curiosity. He wasn't sure what he anticipated her reaction would be, but once again reaching for his tentacles wasn't it.

"Why are you so fascinated by my face?"

Nebula couldn't help but grin as the ear piece Nikto had made relayed Konig's words to her. Before she always had to guess with what his body was saying. And that was hard to tell sometimes with the hood and loose drape he chose to wear.

"Because it's a pretty fascinating face."

Really all of him was fascinating. From his height, to how big and wide he was, not to mention the less than human details. There was the obvious face full of tentacles, all circled around what she assumed was his mouth. They all seemed to move independently of each other and the last time she had tried the sticky substance that seemed to constantly coat them well...She'd had exes who had tasted worse in her mouth.

Then there was his skin. It was so pale he was practically translucent in some spots. One night she had spent hours tracing the veins she could see running up and down his inner arm. Plus it seemed thicker than her own. Almost like rubber but less unpleasant to rub against.

And then there was between his legs. At first glance it looked like Konig lacked anything used for 'mating' as the alien persisted in calling it. Nebula had seen enough penises in her life time to know where they were on a human, but Konig lacked that, and a vagina. Instead it was almost like he was a Ken doll, only instead of being smooth there were two...plates, she'd say for lack of a better word, that met and had a seam down the center. Maybe they'd part to reveal these phalluses Konig had talked about earlier. Like that one movie.

She could feel herself start to get wet at the idea of what could be instore for her.

She must have been staring a little too hard because Konig shuffled his weight awkwardly, drawing her attention away from his vent and back to his face. Even being so pale it seemed that Konig's species didn't blush like human's did. Instead a flush or warming of the face his tentacles fluttered a little more exuberantly, lifting high enough at times to reveal a curved little beak. She probably shouldn't have found that so cute. For all his boasting that he was the superior sire, when it came to actually siring he seemed a little nervous. That was something she could certainly find cute.

"Wouldn't you say I'm a little fascinating too?"

Konig would never admit that he found her intense study of him a little intimidating. Instead he was simply being considerate to wait for her to literally welcome him with open arms, turning around as if to give him an unobstructed view of her body. Which he could admit he fully appreciated.

He stepped into her personal space as she turned to face him, hands coming back down to her sides, fingers tapping against her thighs. Perhaps she was a little nervous as well.

"I would say I am starting to find humans more fascinating...Now tell me, how do most humans start their mating rituals?"

He watched as she tilted her head in consideration, little pink tongue coming to lick her bottom lip.

"Well a good one typically starts with kissing?"

"And that would be?"

"It's when we touch lips, even tongues."

"And it is pleasurable for you?"

"If done properly."

Konig hummed in consideration as he studied the shape of her mouth. It looked so plump and soft compared to his beak. He didn't quite think that she'd enjoyed getting poked with it.

"I do not have lips. I do not know if I would be good at kissing."

"Well...maybe I'll just kiss you then?"

Before he could argue the semantics of it she was touching the closest tentacle to her, bringing it up to purse her lips against the side of it. It certainly wasn't an unpleasant experience. Even if the translator couldn't exactly explain what the trilling from his chest meant, it seemed she got the idea as she continued to pepper kisses along the length of his tentacle, ending at the tip.

It wasn't scientific curiosity that urged him to push past her plush lips. It was the way she stared up at him with dark eyes. And oh he was glad he listened. He couldn't resist exploring more as she opened her jaw, giving him more access. Her tongue was warm and soft, not a texture he was expecting but enjoyed as he slid his tentacle against it. Brushing the tip against the roof of her mouth made her squirm, an airy chuckle leaving her as he pulled back.

"That tickles."

"Does it normally?"

"Don't know. Haven't had a tentacle there before."

That pleased him to hear. That this was new for her, that he was the first.

"I found that version of kissing pleasing."

"I'm glad. I'd be upset to hear I'm a lousy kisser."

Without thinking he was cradling her head between his palms, absentmindedly amazed at how tiny he was compared to him.

"I would like to do it again."

"So kiss me then."

Konig let his curiosity get the better of him, the tip of one tentacle tracing the shape of her lips, pushing and dragging against the lower lip to see how it grave under his force. Again that little pink tongue darted out like it was second nature, only this time also licking over his tentacle. The sensation caused the beginning stirring of his phallus.

He pushed back into her mouth, less exploratory and more simply wanting to enjoy the feeling of her tongue against him. He wasn't expecting the suction around him, cheeks hollowing as it seemed she tried to pull him further into her. With a growl he withdrew, leaning down so he could be closer to her eyes, those sweet alluring eyes of hers.

"Little Nebula, is that also a part of kissing?"

He should have known then from the little smile she gave him, that he was in for unexpected discoveries.

"It's a next step after kissing."

Logically, she should be nervous. If she had any survival instincts she wouldn't have been excited about the restrained strength she could feel in the way Konig held her face. She shouldn't have enjoyed feeling his tentacles tracing along her throat and collar bone. But she did. She could feel her nipples start to tighten as a few wayward tentacle tips drifted further down her chest.

"What else comes after kissing?"

She realized she could take it anywhere, that Konig was allowing her to take more of a lead, to set the pace. Her hands drifted up to hold onto his wrists, just a grounding point as she thought about what it was she wanted next. She wanted to feel his tentacles on more of her body, in a specific space if she was honest. And she wanted to explore more of him.

"Humans have foreplay. All sorts of ways to turn their partner on before they fuck."

"And how would you like me to foreplay you?"

Konig seemed almost distracted as he focused on the tentacles that were exploring the swells of her breasts. He could feel the plush give of her skin, how her nipples seemed softer. He looked down in curiosity as he felt them tighten. The little buds seemed to beg attention and who was he to deny that?

He could feel her nails dig into his wrists as twin tentacles wrapped around each nipple, starting with the lightest squeeze he could manage. He kept adding pressure until he heard her sigh, resting more of her weight into his hands and frame.

"This is a pretty good start."

With her approval he continued his exploration of her breasts and nipples, seeing how hard he could squeeze and pull before she would squirm in discomfort. Whenever he found a limit he'd ease back and brush against the poor flesh in apology, before going back to what seemed to be acceptable pressure or strength. He had to move his hold from her face to her ribs to keep her steady, finding the way she would squirm in his grasp cute. It made him want to explore more parts of her.

"Konig..."

And judging from the way she whined his name, he could only assume that his little human felt the same.

She normally wasn't one to enjoy having her nipples or breasts played with, but knowing that it was Konig that was doing it? That he was paying extra attention to the way she'd react to every way his tentacles touched her? It set her nerves on fire. It also sent her on a desperate need to feel him else where.

Thankfully he didn't keep her waiting when she called for his attention, focus shifting from the back arching movements back to her face. It was intoxicating to have that gaze trained on her.

"Is there something you need little star?"

She didn't care if how eager she seemed as she nodded, taking one of his hands to pull him back towards her bed pile. She wanted a lot.

"Wanna to show some other things to do. And I wanna touch you too."

Konig let her pull him to the nest, but didn't expect the strength she had to push him into it. He didn't loose his breath when he landed on his back, but he did when he looked up at her and watched as she stood over him.

"I am at your mercy then."

She could feel nerves creep up the back of her neck as she joined him, tongue thick as she tripped over her words to explain.

"Sometimes humans can pleasure each other with their mouths at the same time."

That drew a curious noise out of Konig, feeling his own self lubricant start to seep from the slit in his vent.

"And how do they do that?"

"It's called sixty-nineing. Typically one partner is on top of the other and their kind of laid in opposite directions?"

He tilted his head back to look at her as she stood above him, her eyes roaming up and down his form. He would have teased her for it if it wasn't for the fact that his own gaze traveled up her legs and froze when it came to the apex of her thighs. It seemed like human's could also self lubricate.

Only hers looked so much more appealing than his, in his opinion.

"I think I may need a demonstration of this."

She seemed a little in a daze as she nodded, looking back at him once before carefully trying to lower herself to her knees, not wanting to hurt him. Once she was there it was an entirely new world of discovery for Konig.

The way her sex opened to him was almost beautiful. Each lip seemed to call his attention with the way they were puffy, drawing his attention inward. His tentacles were already wrapping around her thighs, crawling upward as he took in the way a small nub above her not cloaca seemed to come out from behind it's hood, like it was saying hello and begging for attention.

"So typically a partner would stimulate your sex with their mouth? Like kissing?"

She sounded a little breathless as she rested her weight on either side of his hips, already feeling herself start to get excited when his tentacles would squeeze her thighs.

"Y-yeah. With their lips and tongue and stuff."

The hum he gave was thoughtful, watching her not cloaca seem to clench in excitement. It was rather cute when it did that.

"Should I treat it like I did your mouth earlier then?"

She couldn't help the moan she gave then, hips pushing back as if to open herself further for him. That was exactly what she wanted him to do.

"Yeah. Yeah. With as many as you can."

The desperation in her voice caught him off guard, but who was he to deny her? She had been so sweet for him. He circled his hands around her thighs, used them as leverage to pull her closer to him so his tentacles could have free range to explore.

It was exactly what she had been wanting since she had realized what had been hiding under his hood. Konig's tentacles felt firm as they pushed through her sex, his natural tackiness giving him a drag that felt good against her clit as her own slick started to make it easier for him to glide against her.

And then she felt the first tentacle push into her.

She didn't care about how loud she moaned as she tried to push back into the feeling. She just wanted to feel more of him fill her. But the grip he had on her thighs was too strong, keeping her immobile and at the mercy of his curiosity.

And curious Konig was. Her own slick felt silky, nothing like the thin lubricant he could make. He wanted to coat every tentacle in it, in her. Rubbing against the little nub he noticed earlier seemed to please her, given how her back arched and the noise she had made as he rubbed his tentacle back and forth over it. But actually having a tentacle enter her? It seemed to give her a new level of pleasure he hadn't anticipated. It gave him a level of pleasure he hadn't anticipated.

The sensation of sliding into her was only as similar to her mouth that it was a warm and wet sensation. But sliding into her sex, her...cunt as she had called it once? It was better. She was so soft and as soon as he was moving she was clamping around his tentacle, squeezing around him in a way that her earlier action couldn't compare. Plus it made more of that tempting slick of hers.

As he penetrated her over and over again with his tentacle, slowly as to savor every feeling, he let himself explore, pressing the tip of it against all of her walls with each pass. It thrilled him to feel how she expanded around him. He could see why she had said to use as many tentacles as he could fit, and he would try it, but the back of his mind made him wonder if she was capable of more than one clutch.

But that was getting a head of himself.

She knew she was suppose to be returning the attention that Konig was giving her, that it was the point of sixty-nineing, but she honestly didn't know if she could do much more than lean her head against his hip and moan.

He had followed her please so wonderfully, stuffing one and then another tentacle into her. The stretch was so good, maybe almost painful, but it was the way that his tentacles filled her that was making her wetter. It was like they were taking all the space inside of her so they had no choice but to press and rub against every spot that lit up her nervous system like fireworks.

A third one started to push it's way in, fighting to take what little space was left and she was sure she was going to loose her mind. At least he had been consistent on her clit. She didn't know if she would have survived with her sanity if he chose to explore it with the same voracity.

In an attempted to try to be a good partner, a good mate, she ran her hand along his hip, using the feel of his skin to tell when she had found his vent. It was a little rougher to the touch, ribbed in a way that would make her curious about later. She could feel the growl Konig made in his chest as she rubbed her hand along the slit, surprised to feel it also be wet.

She brought her fingertips to her lips quickly, stealing a taste before Konig could distract her with a particularly cruel flick. Just like everything else she had tasted from him, it was something she found pleasant, something she'd want to try to have more of...but later.

Konig seemed to get the idea of alternated thrusting of his tentacles because it rocked her for a moment, making her whimper and dig her nails into his inner thighs to stay grounded. She refused to be distracted.

Gulping for breath she went back to what she had been exploring earlier, rubbing her fingers along the seam of his vent. She treated it like she would her own cunt, trying different pressures of her fingertips to see what would make him wetter, what would part him for her.

A purring sound started to fill the next as Konig allowed himself to enjoy her touch and ministrations. He could feel himself relaxing, tentacles becoming a little lazy as his vent started to open, readying for his phalluses to make their appearance.

He must have been feeling good because his grip on her thighs relaxed and it allowed her a little leeway to pull herself up further to actually come face to face with his vent. She wouldn't say it was the prettiest cunt she had ever seen, but it was probably the prettiest alien non cunt. She couldn't see Konig's phalluses yet, instead the inside of his vent being filled with these bud like nubs. It was almost like seeing dozen's of little pale blue clits.

And she knew what to do with clits, regardless of color.

Gathering saliva in her mouth she leaned down quick to drag her tongue along his vent from top to bottom in one long, slow pull.

Konig had not been ready for the pleasure that exploded behind his eyes. With a roar he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, simply wanting to stop the immediate onslaught of overstimulation. Only he also pulled her back onto his tentacles. Hard.

The orgasm that caught her was quick and blinding. She hadn't been prepared to suddenly be so full of his tentacles, or for them to suddenly writher inside of her like they were all independently trying to press as hard as they could into every pleasure spot. And maybe she could have resisted that, but the tentacle that had been rubbing her clit had suddenly wrapped around it and squeezed? It was over for her.

It was so much. It was practically dizzying the way his phalluses sprung from his vent, both spilling copious amounts of lubricant. Konig was still reeling from the pleasure, but then to hear her shout as she did, and to suddenly rain her slick down on him? To have it fill his beak and slide down his throat? Overwhelming wouldn't begin to explain it.

It was as if something switched within him. Something that told him that he needed to breed this human as many times as it took. To fill her over and over again. To fuck her until they both lost sense of who they were.

If the orgasm was dizzying, having Konig pull out and start flipping her around until she was under him? It left her spinning. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped at suddenly being so empty, cunt still pulsing in pleasure. She was practically teary eyed as she looked up at her alien, who loomed over her, eyes like a predator ready to devour her.

"I am sorry little star, but I do not think I can withstand more foreplay. I need to mate with you, to breed you until you are so full of my clutches there's no way they won't take."

He came in closer with every word he uttered, hands already grabbing her knees and pulling her down to where the head of his phalluses glided against her cunt.

Unable to speak she nodded desperately, reaching up to wrap her arms under his and cling to his back.

The only thing he needed to apologize was the fact he wasn't fucking her that moment.

With a nearly sub level growl Konig thrusted as deeply into her as he could, both of them groaning at the feeling of his cocks pushing past her walls to make room for him.

It was deep, and hard, and intense.

Konig fucked her like he was trying to carve the shape of himself into her, make a permanent space for him so she'd never be able to forget the way she was claimed.

She felt like she couldn't breath. She couldn't see what was happening below but she could feel it. Konig's buds had unfurred to reveal dozen of little suckers that attached to her sex and thighs, instantly starting a hard suction that left her shaking. Together he was just thicker than his tentacles before, but softer at the tip. It didn't hurt when one head would crash against her cervix, instead it let her feel how the firmer head forced her to feel every push and rub against her G-spot.

Even as her next orgasm crashed through her Konig didn't stop. Instead he just loomed closer, tentacles exploring her mouth, her throat, her chest. Konig was making sure that the only thing she would be able to see, feel or think about was him.

She had no idea how long it kept like that, just that every time she came he showed no sign in stopping. She had lost her sanity by the time she found her words, pleading and begging because she only had one thing on her mind.

"Breed me breed me breed me breed me please please please please need it need it need it."

Oh what a sweet mate Konig had. Begging for his clutch like that. Of course he'd give it to her. He'd give it as many times as he could. It was like his body was at her command, his insemination phallus molded itself to her cervix as his cum started to pour out; hot and thick, forcing its way deep into her womb.

She moaned, deep in her chest as she felt him start to fill her. It was so much deeper than anyone had ever reached before. Her body was practically too weak to cum again, but it still gave a valiant effort to pulse around him like it was trying to encourage every drop.

She would have gotten it one way or another, and by the time he was done she felt a fullness so deep in her she didn't know if she could ever live without the sensation again.

But it wasn't over.

Just as she was starting to relax she felt something bulge against the rim of her poor abused cunt. She tried to run away from it, she did. There was no way she could survive more. But Konig wouldn't let her. With an iron grip around her hips he pulled her back onto his cocks, just as the first few eggs were passing through his oviphallus to settle into her cunt.

He cooed at the way she cried a little, gentle tentacles wiping away the tears.

"There there little Nebula...we have to make sure we give you as many clutches as you can take. Be a good mate it for me."

She was practically in a daze by the time Konig seemed to take mercy on her. Seemed because he simply slowly fucked himself out of her. Each thrust would jostle a soft, jelly like egg that would press against her walls and cause a strike of pleasure to hit her.

She whimpered, a sad little sound of over stimulation and he again was there to reassure her.

"Just creating a plug little star. Can't have our precious clutch come spilling out now."

And true to his word by the time he pulled out of her cunt he'd made the perfect plug with his lubricant, secure enough that not a single drop of his cum or egg would escape.

Once he was sure their clutch was safe he gathered his Nebula in his arms, letting her curl into his side. She looked so cute already so full her stomach already rounding a little. He was so very pleased by she had decided he was the best suitable sire.

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I...I don't know what I wrote. I blacked out and I'm just coming too.

#alien konig #alien au #alien fucking #konig x reader #tentacles #konig smut #nebula AU

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tomriddleslove · 11 months ago

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Repent.

✩ Tom Riddle x F! Reader

Summary: The one where Tom is confronted by the golden girl of Hogwarts, and he confronts a rather ugly truth. Hatred and desire are very similar things, and Tom can’t tell which one he feels. Alternatively: As Hosier once said “The only Heaven i’ll be sent to, is when i’m alone with you.”

A/N: GRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF

Maybe smut in p2 if people want it?

Songs: Talk - Hozier

The elder Riddle boy found it ridiculous to think he’d be standing here, promoting the very school he had subjected to many terrors, schmoozing with the same snobby, stuck-up wizards and witches for hours on end. His mouth ached from being held in a permanent welcoming smile, and the corners of his lips turned upwards in an uncharacteristic manner.

The role of Head Boy came with countless benefits. For one, he was adored and respected by many, something that was absolutely vital to Tom. Similarly, it also helped preserve his image greatly. No one would question Tom if he was roaming the halls late at night, for he was simply upholding his duties. It became an excellent cover for his now frequent trips to the restricted section of the Library.

There were other less beneficial but still preferable upsides. He got his own room, as the Head boy and the Head girl got their own private quarters. He could be excused from meaningless activities such as the mandatory health education days, if he convinced Headmaster Dippet that his time would be better spent elsewhere. Truthfully, there weren't many negatives to being Head Boy.

Having to spend his valuable holiday time dressed in a rather suffocating suit, promoting Hogwarts as one of the best schools to new prospective parents, was not a part of his role that Tom enjoyed. But if this is the small inconvenience he would have to put up with twice in his one year as Head student, then so be it.

There was, of course, you. That was perhaps the worst part of the job. Having to work alongside you. Tom loathed you, more than he did the average person.

You pranced into the school, having only joined in the 6th year. Within a week of your arrival, the teachers could not stop raving about the prodigy that they had the pleasure of teaching. Your hand shot up before Tom’s, and your marks were almost always higher by 1 damned percent. It wasn’t just enough that you had stolen Tom’s spotlight, no, you made sure you were front and centre in every field. Tom excelled in academics, you excelled in everything. From sports to extracurriculars, no one stood a chance if you were there.

But perhaps what infuriated Tom the most, was that you were nice. People adored you, and you naturally managed to captivate everyone with a sort of charisma that had teachers and students alike stumbling over one another for the chance to speak with you. You had it all, with absolutely no flaws.

Tom didn’t have a valid reason to hate you. With the others, he could attribute his hatred to their foolishness, their stupidity, or their overall incompetence. But you? There was nothing. It was irrational to hate you - the golden girl of Hogwarts, and that was what infuriated him more. It betrayed every rule he held himself to; he always had to be logical and meticulous.

Tom seethed inwardly as he watched you effortlessly charm yet another set of parents, your smile radiant and your words smooth as silk. He couldn't deny your talent or your intelligence, but it grated on him nonetheless. You were a constant reminder of everything he wanted to be but couldn't quite attain.

It wasn't just the fact that you outshone him in every aspect; it was the way you did it with such ease, as if it were effortless for you to excel in every endeavour. Meanwhile, Tom had to meticulously plan and scheme for every bit of recognition he received, always calculating his next move to stay ahead.

His eyes rake down your form, taking in the deep red dress that you wore. No doubt the finest silk draped over your body, a sort of blood red that caught under the dim lights of the chandeliers. Drawing the eye and commanding attention wherever you went, the fabric flowed gracefully around your figure, accentuating your curves in all the right places without revealing too much.

You were undeniably stunning, yet another thing to add to a list of your perfections. You handled the disgustingly leering eyes of the elder Wizards, who came to talk to you, with grace.

A damned Gryffindor too, as though your very presence wasn’t offensive enough.

Gods, he hated you. He really did. Your mere presence was enough to set him on edge, a fire burning through his veins that could never seem to be quenched no matter how hard he tried. He runs a hand through his lightly gelled hair, walking over to the far side of the Great Hall. With the rest of the attendees being otherwise engaged in conversation, he grabs a glass of champagne, knuckles white as he grips the delicate glass stem and drains it in one go. He sets the glass back down and sighs before plastering a fake smile on his face, manoeuvring through the crowd.

As Headmaster Dippet ascended the small stage at the front of the great hall, a hush fell over the crowd. He cleared his throat, adjusting his spectacles before addressing the gathered guests.

"Good evening, esteemed colleagues, parents, and students," he began, his voice carrying easily across the room. "I would like to extend a warm welcome to each and every one of you to our annual open evening here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The assembled guests murmured their acknowledgements, and Headmaster Dippet continued, his tone warm and welcoming.

"We are delighted to have the opportunity to showcase the many wonders of our esteemed institution to you all," he said, gesturing expansively to the grand surroundings of the great hall. "From our esteemed faculty to our talented students, Hogwarts prides itself on providing a world-class education in the magical arts."

A ripple of polite applause echoed through the hall, and Headmaster Dippet smiled warmly before continuing.

"I would like to take this opportunity to express my deepest gratitude to all of our dedicated staff and volunteers who have worked tirelessly to make this evening possible," he said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd. "Their commitment and dedication to our beloved school are truly commendable, and we owe them a debt of gratitude for their efforts."

Another round of applause filled the air, and Headmaster Dippet nodded in appreciation before raising his hand for silence once more.

"And now, my dear guests, I invite you to partake in the festivities," he said, his tone lighthearted. "Our talented orchestra awaits to serenade you with their delightful melodies, and I encourage you to take to the dance floor and enjoy the evening's entertainment to the fullest."

With a final smile and a gracious bow, Headmaster Dippet stepped down from the stage, leaving the guests to mingle and enjoy the rest of the evening's festivities.

You look over at Tom and find he’s already looking at you, a shift in his gaze when you lock eyes with him. You see him sigh, and motion to the large area of floor which had been dedicated to dancing. The very face of the school, the two of you step up, and dark green clashes with deep red, the serpent and the lion front and centre. Your hand finds his, cold and unwelcoming, and his other comes down to rest on your waist, fingers brushing against silk.

The melodic hum of the violins echo through the hall, watchful eyes on the two of you. Your steps were hesitant at first. Gradually, as you found your footing, your movements became more fluid, if not entirely harmonious.

“Smile, Riddle. At least make it seem like you’re happy to be here.” You mutter lowly, only for his ears. He clenches his jaw, but ultimately he knows you are, as always, right. A small smile graces his lips, looking down at you as he speaks harshly under his breath.

“I’m not happy to be here.” He snaps, and a smirk tugs at your lips as the two of you continue dancing, harshly whispering to one another.

Tom's eyes bore into yours with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in barely restrained anger. Yet, despite the tension that simmered between you, you refused to back down, meeting his gaze with a lazy smirk of your own.

"Is that so, Riddle?" you retorted, your voice barely above a whisper but laced with undeniable challenge. "Because it seems to me like you're doing a splendid job of pretending." You quip sarcastically.

His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress with a forceful urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

Tom's lips curled into a sneer, his voice dripping with venom as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" he hissed, each word punctuated by a sharp edge of contempt. "But you can't hide your true nature forever, no matter how hard you try. I'm just waiting for the day that perfect facade of yours crumbles.”

Your smirk only widened at his words, a glint of amusement dancing in your eyes as you leaned back slightly, meeting his intense gaze with a challenging one of your own.

"Ah, but dear Tom," you countered, your voice silky smooth despite the tension crackling between you. "I don't need to hide anything. Unlike some people, I don't have dark secrets."

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

You simply chuckled, a sound filled with smug satisfaction as you leaned in to whisper your reply. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Riddle," you murmured, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, it's not like your plans are a well-kept secret."

For a split second, Tom froze, his eyes widening in surprise before a mask of cold indifference settled over his features. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he snapped, his tone icy as he pulled away from you, his grip on your waist loosening slightly.

“Oh of course not. I’m all the more intrigued to see how it will all play out.” You hum, an infuriatingly smug grin on your face as you look up at him, as bold and blunt as you've ever been.

Tom must admit he’s somewhat suprised. You seemed so demure and polite, he had never expected such directness from yourself.

The song comes to a close, everyone applauding as you meet Tom’s stare head-on, refusing to break away. You go to walk away when his hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him with terrifying force as the orchestra begins playing once more, with everyone else joining in.

The sudden tug at your waist caught you off guard, your breath hitching as you found yourself pulled back into Tom. His grip was firm, almost possessive.

"What do you think you're doing, Riddle?" you demanded, your voice tinged with a hint of apprehension as you struggled against his hold.

But Tom's expression remained impassive, his eyes boring into yours with a steely resolve that sent a chill down your spine. "Dancing," he replied curtly, his tone clipped as he held you close, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

He leans in closer, breath fanning against your ear as he speaks.

"You do realize you're playing with fire, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

“I’m not afraid of being burned.” You remark back quickly, meeting his frustrated gaze with a teasing one of your own.

Tom's lips quirked into a sardonic smile at your response, a flash of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Perhaps you should be," he murmured, his voice low and tinged with a warning tone.

You let go of Tom as the music comes to a close and he doesn't immediately pull you back. You look at him for a second more before tearing your gaze away and disappearing into the crowd.

Silly, silly girl.

Tom pursues straight after you, murmuring half-assed apologies to the couples he shoves past. The serpent slithers through the crowd, far in over his head, desperate for a glimpse of that red.

As Tom finally catches sight of you weaving through the throngs of people, his frustration mounts, fueled by the relentless desire to confront you. Without a second thought, he pushes past the last couple blocking his path and quickens his pace, determination etched into every line of his face.

"[Name]!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the din of the crowd. But you don't stop, your figure disappearing around a corner just ahead.

Refusing to be thwarted, Tom breaks into a sprint, his heart pounding in his chest as he closes the distance between you. Finally reaching the corner, he turns sharply, only to find you standing just a few feet away, your back pressed against the cold stone wall of the corridor.

A smirk plays at the corners of your lips as you watch him approach. "What's the matter, Riddle?" you taunt, your voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Can't keep up?"

Tom's jaw clenches, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface as he comes to a stop in front of you.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

You tilt your head to the side, a mocking smile playing on your lips. "I don't have to think, Riddle," you reply, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "I know."

A flicker of annoyance flashes across Tom's features, but he quickly masks it with a cold indifference. "You may be clever, but you're also reckless," he retorts, his voice icy as he takes a step closer, crowding your space.

"And you're one to talk," you shoot back, your voice laced with a challenge.

Without warning, Tom closes the distance between you, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist with a forceful grip.

Before you can react, he's dragging you down the corridor, his steps purposeful as he leads you to the nearest empty classroom. You stumble along beside him, caught off guard by his sudden aggression.

He shoves open the door, pulling you inside with him as your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, fumbling around for a desk as Tom slams the door shut, He turns to you, breathing heavily as he takes a step forward, forcing you to back up into the desk behind you.

“What do you know.” He utters, voice low as he clenches his jaw.

"I know enough," you reply evenly, meeting his intense gaze with unwavering defiance. "I know that you're not as invincible as you think you are. Though you’re certainly trying to get to that point."

A flicker of anger flashes across Tom's features, his eyes narrowing as he takes another step closer, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. "You know nothing," he retorts sharply, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

You should feel ashamed, you should avert your eyes, but you cannot help but feel thrilled at the sight of Tom so angry, a familiar flutter in your stomach as he looks away, his jaw clenched.

The corner of your lips turn upwards into a provocative grin, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

Tom lets his gaze stray downwards for one second and he knows he’s fucked.

Completely and utterly done for. He’s fallen for the most stupidly infuriating, brainless, primal emotion of them all. Tom Riddle, who is smart, manipulative, and cunning, has lost his cool because of lust.

How utterly pathetic.

The realization hits him like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling with a mixture of disgust and arousal. He hates you, despises every fibre of your being, and yet, that only seems to fuel the fire burning inside him.

You remain silent, observing him carefully as you are not privy to his innermost thoughts.

For a moment, there's a palpable silence between you, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. And then, without warning, Tom's hand shoots out, grabbing your chin with a bruising grip as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"You don't know anything," he hisses, his voice low and dangerous.

You don't have the time to even think of a response because Tom’s lips are crashing onto yours, replacing every single thought in your head with him and him only.

It's more angry than it is anything else, mouths clashing against one another in a punishing kiss. His grip on your jaw is bruising, a stray hand coming down to rest against the curve of your thigh and push you up so you're sitting on the desk.

He kisses you with fervour, as though he’s trying to steal the oxygen from your lungs and snuff the life out of those damn eyes.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you meet his kiss with fervour, your lips moving against his with a desperate need that borders on reckless abandon.

“Tom,” You murmur, a gasped plea as your nails dig into his bicep. He pays it no mind, lips coming down to press open-mouthed kisses to your throat.

It's maddening, the way you've managed to unravel him with just a glance, a touch, leaving him stripped bare and vulnerable in your presence.

But even as he loses himself in the heat of the moment, a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminds him of the danger you represent. You know things, dangerous things, secrets that could unravel everything he's worked so hard to achieve. And yet, in this moment, none of it matters.

His rationale and will is eroded to nothing, consumed by the need to possess you fully.

Your hand wraps around his tie, tugging him slightly as you lean back, breaking the kiss. You gaze down at him, green tie wrapped tightly around your hand, and Tom wants to groan at the interruption, though he refuses to give you the satisfaction of doing so.

“Lust is a sin, you know?” You hum, lips slightly swollen and red as you keep Tom in place, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Tom didn’t care. He wasn’t religious. He didn’t believe in God. Tom didn't care about the concept of heaven and hell either. If being with you meant risking damnation, he was more than willing to take that chance.

“So is Lying. Greed. Hatred. Jealousy.” You list, tugging at Tom's tie with each word, pulling him lower and lower until he’s the one looking up at you. You lean back on your palms, crossing your legs as you narrow your eyes.

“Quite the sinner, aren’t you?” You hum, your voice laced with amusement.

Tom is done for, looking up at you with his mind filled with nothing but a visceral need for you.

“Perhaps.” He mutters, his voice strained.

He reaches out for you but you tut, placing a heel on his shoulder as you forcefully push him down, forcing him onto his knees in front of you with his tie still grasped firmly in your hand. The action causes your dress to slip slightly where the slit occurs in the side, revealing a glimpse of your skin so close to Tom’s face that he can’t tear his eyes off of it. A devious grin graces your face, tilting your head as you pull your plush lip between your teeth.

“Do you believe I won’t get into heaven?” Tom murmurs, stupidly playing into this game of yours as he looks up at you.

You laugh, low and mocking as you look down at him.

“Oh Tom, at the rate you’re going at I’ll be the closest you ever get to paradise.”

Tom may have been strong, but he was only human, and mankind was prone to crumble in the face of temptation.

“What do you suggest I do then?” He growls, his voice a low rumble filled with frustration and desire. You smirk down at him, relishing in the power you hold over him, knowing that you've managed to unravel the facade of control he presents to the world. With a flick of your wrist, you release his tie from your grasp, allowing it to fall limply against his chest.

Your heel remains as it is, pressing down firmly on his shoulder to ensure he remains in the same position as you speak, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Repent.”

Repentance is not something he's accustomed to, nor is it something he's ever considered. But in this moment, with you holding all the cards, he finds himself willing to entertain the notion, if only to appease the insatiable hunger gnawing at his soul.

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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I think another reason that women who are into men are sometimes into or outright prefer gay porn is not just that there's two dudes, but that a man and his reaction will be the subject of focus.

Just speaking from personal experience but if you're into men being the subject of porn then gay porn has a lot more of that than het porn for both statistics reasons and for "we're uncomfortable sexualizing men the way we do women" reasons. Hetero porn simply lacks that focus on even sexualized depictions of male pleasure (or pain or humiliation or whatever gets you hot to see someone experience) where they're making noises and falling apart and generally being undignified. It will usually be the woman overtly groaning and moaning and writhing for the (presumed) male audience while the man in the scene is more stoic or in control. Even romance novels for women tend to focus on the female perspective and pleasure (in a more self-inserty way of course) rather than say... the female main character getting off to watching their male lover orgasm. Not to say it doesn't happen in those genres and mediums but it certainly takes more searching to find and it's not as clearly labelled as other kinks.

If you want to see a man more overtly expressing himself during sex, whether he is pounding or being pounded, you'll have more luck finding it in porn where there are no women. This also applies to solo masturbation porn and fucking sex dolls and stuff but i prefer porn with two or more people and others probably do too. And this is just a general trend I observed (and tbf erotica written from the man's perspective also works similarly to me, if only because of the internal monologue) but I feel it's relevant.

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It all started at a Set || KMG Pt.2

Pairing: Actor-Idol Mingyu x Actress-Idol Reader Genre: Fluff, Idol romance Summary: This story is a heartwarming slow-burn romance between Mingyu and Y/N, a senior idol. It begins with them being cast as co-stars in a drama where their contrasting personalities—Mingyu’s vibrant, outgoing nature and Y/N’s reserved, composed demeanor—become the catalyst for an unexpected connection. Throughout their journey, they face professional challenges, emotional conflicts, and growing feelings for one another.

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As the drama neared its final scenes, Mingyu and Y/N’s bond became undeniable. They had become a source of support for one another, both on and off the set. Late-night shoots turned into quiet conversations about life, dreams, and the pressures of their respective careers. Mingyu’s infectious laughter often coaxed genuine smiles from Y/N, while her steady presence grounded him in moments of doubt.

One evening, after wrapping up a particularly emotional scene, the crew decided to celebrate with a small gathering. Snacks and drinks were passed around as laughter filled the set. Mingyu, ever the life of the party, persuaded Y/N to join the group despite her usual preference for solitude.

“Come on,” Mingyu said, holding out a hand to her. “You deserve to celebrate too. You were amazing today.”

Y/N hesitated, but the warmth in Mingyu’s eyes made it hard to refuse. She let him lead her to the group, where his members and her groupmates were already mingling. The sight of both teams laughing and bonding was a rare moment of respite from their demanding schedules.

As the night wore on, Mingyu found Y/N standing off to the side, gazing at the stars. He approached her with a soft smile. “Not a fan of loud celebrations?” he asked.

“They’re nice,” Y/N admitted. “But I prefer the quiet moments like this.”

Mingyu nodded, leaning against the railing beside her. “Me too. Sometimes, it’s nice to just... be.”

They stood in companionable silence, the distant sound of laughter and music fading into the background. Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice barely audible. “You’ve made this easier, you know. Acting, I mean. I wasn’t sure I could do this at first.”

Mingyu turned to her, surprised. “You? Not confident? That’s hard to believe.”

Y/N chuckled softly, a rare sound that warmed Mingyu’s heart. “It’s true. But... you’ve helped me. More than you know.”

Mingyu’s expression softened. “I think we’ve helped each other.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Mingyu felt a surge of emotion he couldn’t quite explain—a mixture of gratitude, admiration, and something deeper. Before he could overthink it, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“For what?” Mingyu asked, his voice equally soft.

“For being you,” she replied simply.

The wrap party for Between Us was both celebratory and bittersweet. The months of filming had brought the cast and crew together in ways none of them anticipated. Mingyu and Y/N found themselves at the center of the festivities, both for their standout performances and their rumored closeness, which had become the subject of quiet murmurs among their peers.

As the night progressed, Mingyu found Y/N sitting at a small table near the edge of the event, away from the bustling crowd. She was nursing a glass of juice, her expression distant as she watched the celebration.

“Care for some company?” Mingyu asked, sliding into the seat beside her without waiting for an answer.

Y/N looked at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You never take no for an answer, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” Mingyu replied, grinning. “It’s the last night, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re going to sit here brooding while everyone else is having fun.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. Instead, she sipped her drink and turned her attention back to the crowd. Mingyu followed her gaze, watching as their castmates and group members laughed and danced together.

“I’ll miss this,” he admitted after a moment. “The energy, the people... everything.”

“Even the 3 a.m. call times?” Y/N teased.

“Okay, maybe not that part,” Mingyu conceded, laughing. “But I’ll miss working with you. You made this experience... unforgettable.”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression softening. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The music from the party faded into the background as the weight of their shared journey hung between them. Mingyu leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a gentle tone.

“Y/N... do you think it’s possible for some things to feel too real? Like, so real it scares you?”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to his, her guarded walls momentarily lowering. “Maybe,” she said quietly. “But sometimes the things that scare us are the ones worth exploring.”

Mingyu’s heart raced, her words striking a chord deep within him. He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to cover her hand with his. She didn’t pull away.

“Then maybe,” Mingyu began, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him, “it’s worth seeing where this goes.”

Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, she allowed herself to smile—a real, genuine smile that lit up her entire face.

“Maybe,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

In the weeks that followed the wrap party, Mingyu and Y/N’s paths continued to cross. Promotional events for Between Us meant countless interviews, photoshoots, and appearances together. Their undeniable chemistry became a focal point for fans and media alike.

During one live interview, a reporter couldn’t resist bringing up their dynamic.

“The fans have been raving about your on-screen chemistry,” the reporter began, her smile mischievous. “Do you think that connection came naturally, or was it something you worked on?”

Mingyu and Y/N exchanged a glance, their silent communication perfected after months of working together.

“I think,” Mingyu said with a playful grin, “it’s all thanks to Y/N. She made it easy to connect.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. “And Mingyu’s endless energy made it impossible not to.”

Their banter only fueled the rumors, but neither seemed to mind. Behind the scenes, their relationship continued to grow. Late-night phone calls turned into impromptu meetups, and what had started as a professional partnership blossomed into something deeper.

One evening, after a particularly grueling press schedule, Mingyu found himself waiting outside Y/N’s dorm building. When she emerged, bundled in a scarf and coat, she looked surprised to see him.

“Mingyu? What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, his hands shoved into his pockets. “I figured you could use some fresh air. Want to go for a walk?”

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before nodding. Together, they wandered through the quiet streets, the cool night air wrapping around them. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversations flowing as naturally as the rhythm of their steps.

As they reached a small park, Mingyu stopped and turned to face her.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “I know we’ve been dancing around this for a while, but I need to know... what are we? What do you want us to be?”

Y/N looked at him, her breath visible in the crisp air. For a moment, she seemed to wrestle with her thoughts, but then she reached out, taking his hand in hers.

“I don’t know what this is yet,” she admitted. “But I know I want to find out.”

Mingyu’s grin was brighter than the moon above them as he squeezed her hand. “Me too.”

And just like that, the lines between their drama and reality blurred, their story no longer confined to the screen.

The newfound clarity in their relationship brought Mingyu and Y/N a quiet sense of joy, though they knew the challenges ahead. As idols, maintaining privacy was like trying to keep a flame steady in the wind—delicate and uncertain.

The next morning, as Seventeen gathered in their practice room, Mingyu arrived with a spring in his step. His hyungs didn’t miss the change.

“Someone looks suspiciously happy,” Seungkwan teased, narrowing his eyes. “Did something happen last night?”

Mingyu tried to play it cool, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “What? No! I just... got a good night’s sleep.”

“Uh-huh.” Jeonghan leaned back with a smirk. “You’re a terrible liar, Mingyu. Spill.”

Before Mingyu could respond, Woozi chimed in. “It’s probably about Y/N.”

The room fell silent for a beat, and then chaos erupted.

“WHAT?”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Are you dating her?”

Mingyu held up his hands, trying to calm the storm. “Okay, okay, relax! We’re... talking. That’s all.”

Seungkwan clapped his hands together, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Talking? That’s code for ‘we’re totally into each other but pretending it’s casual.’”

Mingyu groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Can we not make this a big deal?”

“Mingyu, you’re dating Y/N, one of the most iconic leaders in K-pop,” DK said, patting his shoulder. “It’s already a big deal.”

Meanwhile, Y/N faced her own interrogation from her group members. Back at their dorm, her members were gathered in the living room, each armed with snacks and suspiciously pointed questions.

“So, you and Mingyu...” her main vocalist began, wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/N sighed, sinking into the couch. “What about me and Mingyu?”

“Don’t play coy,” her maknae said, leaning forward with a grin. “You’ve been glowing lately. Is he the reason?”

Y/N hesitated, then nodded slowly. “We’re... figuring things out.”

Her members squealed in unison, their excitement barely contained.

“Y/N-unnie, I never thought I’d see the day,” her main dancer said, wiping an imaginary tear. “Mingyu is perfect for you! Tall, handsome, sweet...”

“Let’s not forget outgoing,” Y/N muttered. “Sometimes too outgoing.”

Her members laughed, but their teasing was warm and supportive.

“You deserve this, Y/N,” her second-in-command said, her voice sincere. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

As "Between Us" began airing, the public response was overwhelming. Social media buzzed with hashtags about the show, with fans praising the on-screen chemistry between the leads. Viewers flooded online forums, dissecting every scene and speculating about the real-life dynamics between Mingyu and Y/N. Fan-made edits and memes spread like wildfire, and the drama's OST climbed music charts, further cementing its success. Critics also lauded the series for its heartfelt storytelling and the depth of the lead performances, adding to the growing hype. Viewers were captivated by the chemistry between the leads, and the drama quickly became a sensation. Naturally, this led to a whirlwind of promotional activities.

Mingyu and Y/N found themselves appearing on popular Korean programs to promote the drama. The First stop was Weekly Idol, where they were joined by just a few representatives from each group.

“Today, we have Mingyu, Y/N, and their castmates promoting their highly anticipated drama!” the hosts announced.

During a segment where they had to reenact memorable scenes from the drama, the hosts picked one of the kissing scenes. Mingyu and Y/N exchanged flustered glances as the cast erupted into cheers and teasing.

“Don’t worry, we won’t make you kiss again!” one of the hosts joked. “But you do have to act out the confession scene leading up to it!”

Mingyu cleared his throat, standing across from Y/N with mock seriousness. “Seo-yeon, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you,” he said dramatically, holding his hand over his heart.

Y/N, struggling to keep a straight face, delivered her line with equal intensity. “But I’m not the person you think I am.”

The host called out, “Cut!” before anyone could take it too seriously, leaving the cast and crew in stitches.

During the Dance to Your Drama OST challenge, the hosts played the emotional soundtrack that accompanied one of their romantic scenes.

“Okay, Mingyu and Y/N, act out the scene while dancing!” the host announced.

Mingyu groaned but stood up, extending a hand to Y/N. “Shall we?” he said dramatically.

Y/N rolled her eyes but took his hand, and the two attempted a slow, awkward waltz while delivering lines from their confession scene.

As the music swelled, Mingyu leaned in closer, pretending to go in for a kiss, only for Y/N to push him away playfully. “Too much,” she said with a laugh, making everyone burst into laughter.

One of the most memorable appearances was on Radio Star, where the hosts wasted no time diving into the rumors swirling around Mingyu and Y/N.

“So, Mingyu, Y/N, fans are saying your chemistry in the drama is off the charts. How much of that is acting?” Kim Gu-ra asked bluntly.

Mingyu coughed, glancing at Y/N, who remained composed. “Well, I think we both worked hard to make it convincing. It’s all thanks to Y/N’s talent.”

Y/N nodded graciously, her cool demeanor intact. “And Mingyu’s enthusiasm definitely helped bring the characters to life.”

The hosts weren’t satisfied, though. “But what about off-screen? Any moments where the line between acting and reality blurred?”

Before either could answer, Y/N’s groupmate, seated nearby, interjected with a laugh. “They rehearse a lot! Sometimes too much!”

The studio erupted into laughter, and Mingyu leaned back in his chair, groaning playfully. “Can we talk about the drama and not my life?”

On Running Man, the two groups competed in a hilarious relay race challenge. Mingyu and Y/N were paired up again, leading to plenty of lighthearted banter.

“Mingyu, carry Y/N on your back for the next part!” the PD called out.

Mingyu crouched down, grinning. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s win this.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before climbing on. “If you drop me, I’m quitting the drama,” she joked, her voice deadpan.

“Noted,” Mingyu replied, taking off with surprising speed as the other teams cheered them on.

By the end of the episode, the two had managed to win the final challenge, earning a golden trophy.

The promotional tour culminated in a live fan meeting, where fans had the chance to see the cast perform a skit from the drama. Mingyu and Y/N recreated one of the lighter, comedic moments between their characters, drawing laughter and cheers from the audience.

Afterward, during a Q&A session, a fan asked, “What was the most challenging scene to film together?”

Mingyu grinned. “For me, it was definitely the rain scene. It was so cold, and I kept worrying about Y/N’s injury.”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression softening. “For me, it was the confession scene. Mingyu kept making me laugh during rehearsals.”

The audience cooed, clearly enamored with their dynamic.

As the event wrapped up, Y/N and Mingyu stood side by side, waving to the fans. Despite the chaos of promotions, the growing connection between them was undeniable—not just on-screen, but off-screen as well.

They also appeared on "Knowing Bros," where the playful banter and games highlighted their growing camaraderie. The hosts couldn’t help but tease them about their undeniable chemistry.

As the introductions wrapped up, the hosts began playfully teasing.

“Welcome to the show!” Kang Ho-dong greeted as the two groups entered the classroom set. The idols bowed politely, though their energy was already through the roof.

As soon as everyone settled, Lee Soo-geun turned to Mingyu with a teasing smirk. “So, I heard you two have been filming a drama together. What’s it like acting with Y/N?”

Mingyu, caught off guard, scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, it’s been... interesting. She’s very professional, and I’ve learned a lot from her.”

“Professional?” Seo Jang-hoon raised an eyebrow. “That sounds suspiciously neutral. Isn’t she also intimidating?”

The cast burst into laughter as Y/N leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Y/N-ssi,” Heechul started, a sly smile on his face, “you’re usually so reserved, but in the drama, we saw another side of you. Did Mingyu help with that?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the insinuation but played along. “He helped…by staying out of my way when I needed to focus.”

Mingyu gasped in mock betrayal, eliciting laughter from everyone. “That’s not true! I was a model colleague!”

“Model colleague or model boyfriend?” Min Kyung-hoon chimed in, sparking a fresh wave of teasing.

The teasing didn’t stop there. One of the hosts brought up a behind-the-scenes clip where Mingyu was helping Y/N with her crutches, calling him her “personal assistant.” The other cast members erupted in laughter, and Seventeen’s members joined in the fun.

“It’s not just the crutches,” Seungkwan revealed with a smirk. “He even brought her favorite coffee every morning!”

Y/N shook her head, trying to stifle a laugh. “He’s just a good colleague.”

“Oh, come on, unnie,” one of Y/N’s members interjected, her tone playful. “You were smiling a lot more on set after those coffee runs.”

Mingyu grinned, leaning into the joke. “What can I say? I aim to please.”

The hosts pulled up clips from the drama to get their reactions, starting with the romantic confession scene. As the clip played, the studio was filled with exaggerated gasps and over-the-top commentary.

“Look at his eyes!” one host exclaimed, pointing to Mingyu’s intense gaze on-screen. “That’s not acting!”

Mingyu laughed, his face turning red. “It’s called being in character!”

The hosts then turned to Y/N. “And you, Y/N-ssi—your face looked so real during the confession! Was it because Mingyu said the lines differently than in rehearsals?”

Y/N smiled slightly, the corners of her lips twitching with amusement. “He added his own flair, I’ll give him that.”

“Flair, huh?” Heechul teased. “Sounds like he’s been practicing confessions off-set!”

Their group members joined in the fun. Seventeen’s Seungkwan exclaimed, “He practiced on us! He’d recite his lines, and we’d all groan because it was so cheesy!”

Meanwhile, Y/N’s group leader added, “She’d watch the clips back and say, ‘He’s not bad at this.’”

The studio erupted into laughter, leaving Mingyu and Y/N flustered but smiling.

The hosts then shifted gears into the games segment, pitting the guests against each other. The highlight was a reenactment challenge where pairs had to act out iconic scenes from Between Us.

Mingyu and Y/N were up first, tasked with recreating the confession scene.

“You have to say the lines exactly as you did on set!” Heechul insisted, pointing at Mingyu.

Mingyu stepped forward, clearing his throat dramatically. “Y/N,” he began, his tone exaggeratedly romantic, “I don’t want this to end here. Not us.”

Y/N tried to hold back her laughter as she responded, mirroring her line from the drama. “I’ve spent so long building walls around myself…”

But before she could finish, one of the hosts interrupted. “Wait, wait! That’s too serious! Do it like a rom-com parody!”

This led to a chaotic reimagining of the scene, complete with exaggerated gestures and over-the-top delivery, leaving everyone in stitches.

Kang Ho-dong clapped his hands. “Let’s start with a talent show to warm up! Y/N, I heard you’re great at emotional acting. Can you show us?”

Y/N nodded, maintaining her composure. She performed a flawless, tearful monologue from the drama, impressing everyone.

When it was Mingyu’s turn, Lee Soo-geun teased, “Are you going to cry like Y/N or show off those muscles instead?”

Mingyu grinned. “I’ll do a romantic confession!”

He turned dramatically toward Y/N and recreated a confession scene from their drama. “I’ve loved you since the first day I met you,” he said with exaggerated emotion.

Without missing a beat, Kang Ho-dong shouted, “KISS HER!”

Mingyu froze, his face turning red, while Y/N burst into laughter. “That’s not part of the script!” she exclaimed.

Seo Jang-hoon teased, “Mingyu, are you embarrassed? You didn’t seem shy during the actual kiss scene!”

In this game, Mingyu and Y/N had to guess iconic lines from their drama based on hints.

The first hint was for Y/N: “It’s from the first episode. Mingyu says this while holding your hand.”

Y/N thought hard before confidently reciting the line. “You can’t push me away every time I get close to you!”

The members applauded, but Kim Heechul teased, “She remembered it so quickly! Mingyu must’ve practiced it with her hundreds of times.”

Next, it was Mingyu’s turn. The hint was: “This line happens right before the big rain kiss scene.”

Mingyu scratched his head, pretending to struggle. “Uh... was it, ‘I can’t lose you again’?”

Y/N smirked. “Wrong. It was, ‘I’d rather get drenched in the rain than lose you.’”

The members roared with laughter. Kang Ho-dong exclaimed, “She even remembers your lines better than you!”

Mingyu shrugged with a grin. “I was too busy focusing on not slipping in the rain.”

The cast played a game where they had to pass a romantic pose down the line.

When it was Mingyu and Y/N’s turn, the pose required the “couple back hug.”

Mingyu hesitated but eventually wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders, standing awkwardly. “Is this okay?” he asked nervously.

The cast burst into laughter, with Lee Soo-geun yelling, “You’ve done more romantic things in the drama! Why are you acting shy now?”

Y/N laughed and quipped, “He’s only good when there’s a camera rolling.”

To make it more challenging, the hosts added a twist: “Now, Mingyu has to whisper a romantic line into Y/N’s ear while holding the pose.”

Mingyu groaned but leaned closer and whispered dramatically, “I’ll never let go.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “That’s from the Titanic, not our drama!”

During the iconic lie detector game, the hosts had prepared questions to stir up mischief.

Kang Ho-dong asked Mingyu, “Did you ever get nervous around Y/N while filming romantic scenes?”

Mingyu confidently replied, “No.”

The machine buzzed, indicating a lie, and the entire cast roared with laughter. “Busted!” shouted Seo Jang-hoon.

Mingyu defended himself. “I wasn’t nervous! Maybe the machine is broken!”

Next, it was Y/N’s turn. Heechul asked, “Did you ever think Mingyu was charming while filming?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before saying, “No.”

The machine buzzed again, and the cast went wild.

Mingyu leaned back in his seat, smirking. “See? I knew it!”

Y/N sighed but smiled slightly, her reserved demeanor cracking. “I said it as a joke!”

They played a telepathy challenge where Mingyu and Y/N had to pick the same answer without discussing.

The first question was: “What’s the best scene in the drama?”

Both held up their boards at the same time. Mingyu wrote “Rain kiss,” while Y/N wrote “Confession scene.”

Heechul teased, “Mingyu, you’re such a romantic! Y/N, what’s wrong with the kiss?”

Y/N chuckled. “Nothing’s wrong, but I think the confession had more emotional depth.”

The second question was: “Who messed up more takes?”

Both wrote “Mingyu” without hesitation, causing the cast to laugh hysterically.

“I can’t even argue with that,” Mingyu admitted. “I’m clumsy, okay?”

The cast decided to test Mingyu and Y/N’s teamwork through the Whisper Challenge.

Mingyu wore noise-canceling headphones while Y/N had to mouth famous lines from their drama.

The first line was, “I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you.”

Y/N mouthed it slowly, but Mingyu misunderstood. “You... want... rice?!” he shouted.

The cast erupted in laughter. “This is the most unromantic scene ever!” exclaimed Kim Heechul.

When it was Y/N’s turn to wear the headphones, Mingyu said, “I’m falling for you every day.”

Y/N guessed, “Are you... calling me your bae?”

Mingyu turned red, and Kang Ho-dong shouted, “That’s close enough! Are you his ‘bae,’ Y/N?”

Y/N laughed it off, trying to maintain her composure, but the teasing didn’t stop.

By the end of the episode, the cast teased them relentlessly, but the chemistry between Mingyu and Y/N shone through, both in their playful banter and subtle moments of sincerity. Fans watching the episode were thrilled by how natural their interactions felt, further fueling excitement for the drama.

After the games, the show ended with the Knowing Bros hosts offering their heartfelt congratulations.

“You two have amazing chemistry on and off-screen,” Kang Ho-dong said sincerely. “It’s no wonder the drama is such a hit!”

As they bid farewell, the episode had fans buzzing online. Memes of Mingyu’s mock confession, Y/N’s witty comebacks, and their synchronized game play quickly trended, further fueling excitement around their drama.

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woaza · 3 months ago

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Dali Delico x (Fem) Vamp!Reader head cannons

Warnings : Mentions of drinking Blood, minor death mentioned, Nsfw subjects.

Contains : 19th century courting rules, Mostly SFW with NSFW divided.

Word count : 700 words

A/N: Why are head cannons actually kind of difficult to write?

(SFW)

— Dali had seen you briefly, much of your Family was high in Vampire society. Most men knew better and keep their distance. You aren’t to talk to ladies without being introduced first. Delico had to ask Dino for a formal introduction, and once he had received the introduction and returned home that evening he was quick to write a letter of proposal.

— Much to your surprise when a couple days later your mother informs you of the news. It takes a moment to recall the man. But despite your family’s power, a proposal from a member of the Delico family was irrefutable. Much to Delico’s delight.

— Dali simply cannot wait throughout the entire courting process. The pure agony he felt as you two had to be chaperoned. Dali was a gentle man through and through, he wanted to be romantic making sure he gives you the proper courtship you deserve.

— In the early stages of Courtship you and Dali would meet in the front parlor of your estate. With a chaperone of course, there was a couple activity’s that were appropriate for a couple in the earlier stages such as you two. Which included singing, talking, piano playing, and parlor games. His personal favorite was Parlor games.

— He loved to watch you grow quite as you think your next move when the two of you played cards.

— Writing you letters is a must for him. He writes you very poetic and meaningful letters. Telling you about some of his worries but mostly of his excitement for the future when you are his wife. He also mentions his children. Reassuring you of how well behaved they are.

— Once you two are officially wed he never gets over hearing people call you ‘Lady Delico’. It always makes a small smile cross his face.

— Considers himself lucky and you an actual lover. Not many people were as fortunate as he was. You two genuinely enjoyed spending time together and loving each other. Which was a luxury not many betrothed got to have. Even as grim as it was his late wife was more of a political marriage, who he had grown to love of course. He grieved deeply for the mother of his children but the feeling you give him is much more of actual love.

— When it comes to the two of you feeding, unless you prefer to blood drink straight from the body he will happily bottle it for you. He’ll even put a wax seal on it. “Wouldn’t want to get any stains on your new dress I bought you, would we now?”

— If you are willing to he’d love to teach you how to spar. Or at least be comfortable around a sword. Despite it being ‘un-lady’ like your protection is the must utmost importance to him.

— If you are affectionate to his children he falls in love with you all again. He often thinks of what it would be like if you had him had a Child together.

(NSFW)

— Dali is a unorthodox man to say the least. From taking care of his children to how he treats his occupation and Satus. Same goes for his views on Romance and sexuality.

— If you were raised the traditional way and followed what was acceptable at the time, sex was viewed as a duty. At least for people of Delico’s status. But he doesn’t confirm to any of those rules why these ones?

— He only will make any initiative when you two are alone in a private space where he knows you both won’t be interrupted. But beyond that I think he’s open to suggestions, as long as it’s private.

— It feels so scandalous when you even suggest a different position. Let alone if you ask or suggest somewhere other than the bed. He loves your boldness and if you just ask and it is within reason he won’t deny you.

— Personally his favorites are when he can see your face. Truly what gives him the most pleasure is seeing you enjoy the intimate moment. Watching as your face contorts with a pleased expression. It makes him feel as if he’s going a good job.

(I wish this fandom was more alive, it’s such a cool concept and I just known some of the fics would hit so hard. We just gyat to get more people into Delico’s nursery.)

#delico's nursery x reader #Delico’s Nursery #Dali Delico #dali delico x reader #dali x reader

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des-writes · 4 months ago

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♥ ━ How They'd Ask You Out; SFW

TW; None

Reader; GN, No pronouns or descriptions used

Characters; Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Kaeya & Diluc

Notes at the end

Al-Haitham considers himself someone that doesn't frequently experience romantic feelings. This is completely fine with him, although leaves him just a little puzzled at first when he finds himself flustered when he meets you for the first time. He doesn't let this be known, deciding to shrug this off as just simple physical attraction, considering you're rather easy on the eyes. It makes sense for his face to heat up when you get near. He doesn't remember exactly when or how the two of you started becoming friends, but he does remember when he realizes his feelings are more then just appearance based. It takes you by surprise when he does confess. It's rather sudden—in the middle of the library to be exact—, blunt and there's nothing romantic about it (he later explains how he deems it unnecessary, why would he put so much time into it without knowing if you feel the same? That would make it uncomfortable for both of you, he insisted). He doesn't want to waste time, he tells you. If you feel the same way then great, he'll plan a first 'date' to see if you're both compatible. And if you don't, he'll just walk away and get over his attraction. It does make him happy when you do reciprocate, however.

Al-Haitham plans the date by himself, mainly because it's a very casual date. He doesn't want anything serious or overly romantic, no loud, public events or romantic dinners where everyone can stare at you two. Instead he invites you over to his home, offers you a cup of tea and talks with you about every subject he can think of (while giving you chances to add your own preferred topics). It's a weird first date, but you feel like you're much closer at the end of it. And Al-Haitham is very pleased to know you two mesh well, even if it doesn't say it out loud.

Kaveh doesn't have a ton of dating experience. He's always been good looking and out-going, with quite a few potential suitors. Despite this, he's only been in a few relationships, and none of them have been serious. When Kaveh meets you he's definitely smitten, eager to spend time with you and get to know you better. He's the type of man who befriends a person before thinking about anything beyond a platonic relationship. You both know each other fairly well before he decides to ask you out. Kaveh doesn't make a speculate out of it, not wishing to embarrass himself or you. He would do it in a very private place, most likely when he's visiting you. He specifically plans a time to come over, give you one of your favorite flowers—which he had very carefully picked out, making sure it was in perfect condition— and asks you out. He clarifies it's a date, just so there's no confusion. Should you reject him, he would be a little heartbroken, but completely understanding. He wouldn't let a rejection affect your friendship. Of course if you accepted he would be absolutely ecstatic.

A first date with Kaveh would be more on the romantic side. He does the actual planning, but asks for your preferences and dislikes before making any official plans. The end he takes you to the small mountain that overlooks the The Palace of Alcazarzaray, where the two of you set up a picnic blanket and have lunch. It's a tranquil time and you both enjoy conversation until the sun sets.

Kaeya is known to be rather extroverted and charismatic. He's the type of guy to approach anyone that catches his eye. He's a very desirable man, with many people of various genders showing interest. Kaeya is a bit of a flirt (whether he means to be or not is debatable). Although it's rather lighthearted, he's would drop it in a heartbeat if it made you uncomfortable. Despite this, he isn't much for casual dating. Until he figures out if you mesh well, he doesn't make a move. When he does, he's very cool about it—although a bit nervous—, simply asking you out whenever he sees you next. He respects your decision should you choose to reject him (although he would ask you at least once more—when he knows you better—before entirely giving up). If you do accept his offer he'll be very pleased, telling you to leave it to him and he'll take care of everything. All he does is tell you a date, time and location (and to dress comfortably).

For your first date he wouldn't take you to do anything fancy or too exciting, but would prefer something peaceful with just the two of you around. He would take you out for a walk, taking you through the forest and up to Starsnatch Cliff. It's evening by the time you two arrive, the perfect time to sit down in the grass and watch the sunset.

Diluc is the opposite of Kaeya, in most ways. He prefers keeping to himself in his free time, and during work hours he isn't overly friendly with his customers. It takes him awhile to warm up to people and that's no different with you. While he can admit you're very attractive, he doesn't intend to act on these feelings. Until he notices you coming to the tavern regularly (whether to drink, eat, or just chat with the others customers). It takes awhile, starting with him greeting you when you come in, to him asking how you're doing, and that turning into having pleasant conversations with one another. When he does ask you out, its spontaneous and when the tavern is closing for the night. He would be disappointed should you reject him, but would understand (and would distant himself for awhile after, mostly out of embarrassment). Should you accept, he suggests having a date right then and there.

He doesn't exactly plan out the first date. It was a spur of the moment thing after all. He's still in his work uniform, but figures the tavern is a nice enough place. Everyone else has left by this point, and the only noise is coming from the music in the background. He would make the both of you rather late dinner, and the time chatting for a good part of the night.

Notes; Kaeya's is shorter then I wanted and I severely struggled with Al-Haitham's part. I'm not as happy with it as the others, but I got it done and that's what matters!

I meant to write something sooner but I totally forgot for like a week and rushed to come up with this tonight 😓 My goal is to at least post once a week (every Sunday maybe?) and if that works out I'll try post more!!! Still rusty with my writing so I'm trying not to overwhelm myself.

#des-writes #Alhaitham x reader #Kaveh x reader #Kaeya x reader #Diluc x reader #genshin impact #yumeship #self ship #x reader

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deathbxnny · 2 months ago

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Alhaitham & Dottore with reader that’s like Ruan Mei

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I actually really loved thinking of this dynamic, so thank you for your request, Anon, and I hope you'll enjoy this!!<3

Content: Reader is morally grey and questionable?, established relationship, Dottore is his own warning, mentions of unethical science experiments, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》ALHAITHAM

When he met you, you two immideatly hit it off due to your extremely similar personalities. On the surface, at least. You were both very focused and work driven, as you rarely allow yourself to be distracted from anything. Your equal disinterest in socializing of any kind made you bond as well, as you simply avoided large gatherings or get togethers to spend time with eachother instead. A change that came as a surprise to the both of you.

You enjoy spending your free time simply reading or going over work notes in the others' presence, preferably in silence. Oftentimes, you can also lose yourselves in deep and profound conversations about life and philosophy. He loves how intelligent you are, as it pairs well with his own well-read mind too.

With that said, your main difference definitely lies in your moral ethics regarding projects and your experiments in general. Even if he may be quite emotionless visibly, Alhaitham still believes that your creations deserve proper care and therefore forces you to contemplate your own actions in many self-reflections. Not that you mind. If anything, you found this to be even more helpful to your research.

You two definitely match eachother well and make up for the other persons faults, which always works out perfectly in the end.

》DOTTORE

This man loves the more unsettling side to you more than you'll ever know. You are emotionless naturally and have always felt a certain discomfort at the lack of care for anything or anyone at that in your life. And yet, he finds absolute enjoyment in it. In fact, he enables you to do better, to work harder, to create and research more. He wants you to become the best version of yourself, or whatever he thinks that version may be.

He'll help fund any research or experiment you want to conduct in any form possible. Whether through money or unwilling subjects, as long as you give him front row seats to you working away, he'll be there for it all. His clones are also always at your disposal if you need them. He'll also understand your disinterest for your creations, seeing them as useless himself if they don't serve the purpose you created them for.

You two, however, also have much more calmer and normal moments with eachother, something you actually taught him. You'll drink tea or listen to calming music whilst discussing your latest research with one another rather often. It gives you both the downtime needed to refocus on work later once it's time to get back to the labs.

Your relationship may be unhinged to most, but that doesn't matter to the both of you in the slightest, as long as you're together.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin alhaitham #genshin alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #al haitam x reader #al haithem #genshin dottore #genshin dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore #genshin x y/n

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immortalmrwavell · 4 months ago

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Sam’s Choice - Prologue

(Original story posted November 21st 2021) Minor corrections and additions made

After a long flight from England, Sam had finally arrived in The States. He wasn’t here for a vacation though didn’t wait around after getting off the plane. He immediately called a taxi to take him to a very specific hotel. He was sure that was where the man he’d been searching for was going to show up. It had to be! His vision of it had been crystal clear.

It took a few hours but eventually Sam arrived at his destination. He got out of the taxi along with the small amount of luggage he had with him before looking up at the hotel. This was definitely it.. It didn’t take long for him to get checked in and once he did Sam made his way towards the room he’d be staying in, keeping his eyes peeled the whole way.

Upon entering the room Sam made sure to scan around for any signs. Nothing. The man wasn’t here yet. Sam placed his bag down before kicking off his shoes lying down on the soft bed. He knew that sooner or later this man would show up. His visions hadn’t been wrong yet.

About an hour or so passed. Sam was still in bed resting his eyes until he felt an all too familiar sensation. A shiver ran down his spine as it sometimes would when a powerful otherworldly entity was nearby. He opened his eyes in a flash and what he saw made his mouth go dry. His heart began to pound just that little bit faster as he saw the man he’d been searching for floating above him from across the room.

———

Mr Wavell had been hovering around the hotel. He’d been observing one of his recent subjects. It was a man named Ken. Well, his name used to be Aaron before Wavell used his power to have Aaron switch bodies with his Boss Ken.

It’d been quite fun following him around and seeing what Ken would do with all his new power as the new boss at his workplace. He seemed to be enjoying himself, that's for sure. As of right now Ken had brought his old office crush James to the hotel with him and from the moment they walked in the door they’d been going at it. Practically ripping off their suits and pounding each other senseless while trying not to make too much noise.

Wavell took pleasure in observing them for a while. It was always fun to see his subjects having a good time with the new lives he bestowed upon them. However it became evident they wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon so he decided to take a quick look around at the hotel's other residents.

He floated curiously into room after room, wondering if he should cause any more mischief while he was here. Before long he phased through the wall and into a room where he saw a man simply laid down on the bed. This man seemed relatively short and quite a bit on the skinny side. He had short dirty blonde hair with a bit of stubble to give him that masculine edge but seemed pretty average overall. Wavell shrugged as he thought it might be fun to have this man undergo a sudden transformation as he rested his eyes. Maybe fatten him up into a big hairy bear. Or perhaps hulk him out instead into a big bulky gym bro. But before Wavell could decide, the man opened his eyes and looked directly at him!

It shouldn’t have been possible. Wavell had been in his invisible ghostly state. No ordinary person should be able to see or hear him. And yet this man was staring right at him, eyes wide with a mix of terror and wonder. It could only mean one thing.

“You’re a psychic medium aren’t you.” Wavell stated bluntly.

The man on the bed, after being a little startled, swiftly regained his composure. “Y-yes… I am.” he confirmed as he sat up. “My name is Sam Willard. I’ve uhh… been having visions about you for some time now.”

The warlock raised a curious eyebrow. “Have you now?… well that’s certainly quite peculiar.” His eyes seemed to scan Sam almost like a predator eyeing its prey. “Well assuming your little visions haven’t already told you, my name is Mr Wavell. Or just Wavell if you prefer” He lowered himself to the ground, returning to his physical form. “That said, may I ask what exactly these visions of me entail?”

Sam got up off the bed. “In them I saw a man with salt and pepper hair, beard and wearing some kind of casual business attire… you.” Sam glanced up and down Wavell’s body, his clothes and appearance matching what he’d seen in the visions.

(Once again using original Wavell here)

“I’ve seen you… changing men… making them different.” He began cautiously. “I’ve seen you make men swap bodies. Or transform them completely into different people entirely. I-I even saw you turn some dude into his own compression shorts!?”

Wavell chucked. “Ahhh yes I remember that one well. Quite recent. Chris was his name. Afterwards I gave those shorts to another guy named Adam. Once he put them on Adam transformed into a perfect copy of Chris and let me tell you was he more than happy with his buff new body.” He grinned “Gave him a blowjob afterwards and everything. One of tastiest loads I’d had in awhile.”

“Y-yeah I think I saw pieces of that in a vision also…” Sam admitted with a red flush coming to his cheeks. He remembered getting a bit hard when he saw that one…

Sam went on to explain how after those visions of the past he’d recently gotten a vision of the future. He knew because future visions were always much blurrier than visions from the past. This was due to the future always being in a state of flux. Not set in stone like the past is. He wasn’t able to make out much but in this vision he was able to see this hotel as well as himself meeting the magical wizard he’d been seeing in his other visions up till now. After this he believed that he was supposed to track Wavell down and so that’s what he did. After a little research he was able to find the exact hotel online and was on the earliest plane he could catch to America.

“Well… you found me. Mr Wavell.” The mysterious man bowed before Sam half mockingly. “Now why do you believe you were supposed to track me down? Do you think we have some kind of magical destiny together planned out by the universe? Because that would be very ‘spiritual medium’ of you if you did.” He continued

“No. It’s because I want you to use your power on me.” Sam’s answer was blunt with false confidence that Sam was using to cover up his fear and nervousness before this clearly very powerful man. “I’ve never been all that fond of my own body. I’m not sure what it is exactly but I’ve always had this desire to be… different. To be someone else. But no matter how hard I try to change myself I just can’t seem to put on fat or muscle nor have I ever been able to grow a nice beard among other things.” He admitted, unloading a lot of deep seated feelings onto this stranger. “That said, in my visions I’ve seen you give men the exact kind of bodies they desire…”

Wavell folded his arms over his chest. “And what makes you think I’m going to do that for free?”

Sam gulped before responding. “Because from what I gather, you don’t do it to gain anything. You do it for fun and your own personal pleasure.”

Wavell narrowed his eyes at Sam causing the meek psychic to shrink a little. That is until he let out a sigh before giving Sam an amused smile. “Fine. Since you went through all this effort to find me I suppose I could grant your wish.” He snugged. “It’s not like I was about to transform you anyway…” Wavell added under his breath.

The small average looking man’s eyes widened with glee, choosing to ignore the last bit Wavell had muttered. “R-really!?”

Wavell didn’t respond. Instead he held up his hand and snapped his fingers. His fingers emitted a slight glow as he did. Sam braced himself for some sort of transformation… but nothing seemed to happen. No burgeoning muscles. His big belly growing out of nowhere. He was still the same.

“Hey… nothing happened!? I thought you were gonna give me a hit body or something!?” Sam exclaimed in mild frustration, being mindful as not to upset the man before him. As he did however, Wavell simply pointed towards the bed behind him. Sam turned and looked only to see three colourful and well wrapped gift boxes. One box was blue, one was red and the last one was yellow.

“Inside each of those boxes is a different pair of shoes.” Wavell began “Each pair of shoes has the soul of their previous owner trapped inside of them. This means that when you put one of them on, you will become whoever’s soul is inside. Do you understand?”

“Like the guy with the compression shorts?…”

“Like the guy with the compression shorts. Exactly.” Wavell repeated in confirmation. “Now you only get to choose one box. Can’t have you getting greedy now can we? And on top of that you won’t be able to open any of the boxes until you’ve chosen which one to keep. Once you’ve made your decision, the other two boxes will vanish. When they do, the men who are trapped inside those shoes will be returned to normal. What happens after that with the remaining pair you’ve picked I think is self explanatory.��

Sam stared at the boxes, his eyes darting between each of them indecisively. “Why not just give me one box? Why are you giving me three choices?” He questioned while looking back over his shoulder at the wizard.

“I like fun, remember?” Wavell sniggered as he tossed Sam’s words back in his face. “Now hurry and pick one.” He nodded his head towards the boxes.

Sam turned his attention back to the boxes. Red. Blue. Yellow. They all looked identical so there was no way to tell what was in which box. It was a simple game of chance at this point. Only he didn’t know what any of the rewards would be. Which one was he gonna choose?

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