#and he was taking it properly seriously too he didn't just show up to do the race and hope for the best

[vettelcore]

max about to make his own sim racing game and hosts endurance races himself

[moondirti]

back on my bullshit soapgaz x gn! reader

Kyle has his tongue halfway down Johnny's throat when the petulant knocking previously on the other side of the wall migrates to his front door.

It's not like he didn't hear it before. Just that he didn't care. And really, if it were up to him, he'd continue rutting their leaky cocks together until he were gratified enough to deal with whatever bullshit problem the neighbour's have this time. Being pent up off the end of a bad mission does that to you, you see. Wears you down until you're all instinct, aggression, sybaritic once you taste death on the barrel of an M-16. He doesn't have any propriety left in him. No patience.

But that's exactly what does it. The banging gets too loud to ignore, and Soap, bless his heart, isn't exactly quiet either. His moans meet the cacophony of knuckles rapping on wood. In the clamour, Kyle's remaining sanity wears infinitesimally thin. His nerves spark like frayed electrical wires. His balls ache with a climbing release that only grows steeper. And he's running on frustration that's been impossible to burn off. (It was his fault the op went to shit, no matter how his team insists otherwise.)

His fault. His fault.

God, can they fucking shut up already?

He rips away. A thread of spit still tethers him to Soap, swollen lip to lip. The man in question is flushed, blue eyes more watery than usual. Dazed, briefs shucked halfway down his lap, his shirt creased in all the commotion, exposing the hair-dusted planes of his muscled abdomen. Kyle can tell he isn't as bothered by the disruption. For all his acumen, Soap's always been the first to loosen up. All it takes is a hand down his pants by someone he trusts not to stab him.

He looks up at him now, blinking stupidly, saying nothing when Kyle gets up and steps into the closest pair of sweats. Wider pant leg, shorter inseam. Johnny's. The lining is soft enough not to chafe his balls as he scrambles for the speaker remote, and he thinks he starts to understand the appeal in going commando.

The knocking persists until he pauses the music.

When he swings the door open, he expects to find Agnes, or Gerald, or one of the other ten geriatric tossers living on his floor. They all like him well enough. Sending them away would be as easy as promising a day's worth of labour, dusting the shelves they can't reach, or some other menial task he can drag Soap along to do with him.

What he doesn't expect is you.

You. Pointedly not old, endearingly unkempt, and enraged enough he's surprised there isn't steam whistling from your ears.

If he's in any way moved by the novelty, he doesn't have the energy to show it. In many ways, he feels like an expanded version of the vein throbbing at your temple. Whatever complaint you have, he's sure he can match it with a hundred more, each distinctly worse.

"What?"

"Have you no fucking courtesy?" You snarl, twisting a sore fist in the scratchy fabric of your scrubs. Your knuckles look raw, scratched up. He half wants to kiss 'em better, half wants to huff a serves you right. "You're not the only person in the world! You share walls with three other people, and I'm sure you know how thin they are! That music is way too loud to even defend! You'll go deaf by 50, you bloody lemon! And that's not counting what you're doing to the poor sods who have to share a space with you, since you've clearly demonstrated a lack of care in that regard! Honestly, I should just call the cops to deal with this. Or the landlord, see how you like blasting your shitty playlist on the streets!"

The words don't mean much to him. Perhaps they would, if he properly digested them. But you're way too cute when you're mad for him to take you seriously. Your lips purse in a way that screams put my mouth to better use, and his fingers itch with the urge to pinch your nose shut, shut off your airflow, as your nostrils flare with heat. In the end, the only response he can muster is a lame:

"I've never seen you around before."

"I don't live here!"

"Then..." He trails off, looking back at Johnny on the couch, then the speakers, then you.

"I'm Maureen's caretaker. You know, your next door neighbour? Her Alzheimer's makes her sensitive to the racket, and she hasn't been able to calm down all day! Because of you! I've about had it up to here–" You raise a hand above your head, waving it wildly to emphasise your point. He has to bite his cheeks to stop himself from smiling.

"That's unfortunate." He says, and tries really hard to mean it. It seems you have a keen ear for apathy, though, because you cross your arms and tense your jaw and harden your glare until he's sighing, all dramatically, "Fine. Music down. Got it."

He means it, too. Despite all the awful things he's done — twisting a knife into the throat of a soldier pleading for their mum and using their corpse as a shield through the ensuing crossfire, most recently — he isn't heartless. He knows he isn't the only person in the world. The casualties that fell on his hands in the past month alone will haunt him to a point where he remembers that fact like it's a second skin.

But you turn your nose up, up, all self-satisfied, downright pompous if you ask him, and that brief flame of empathy flickers out like a candle held under rain. It's made worse when you walk away without so much as a thank you, and you really do need to be taught a lesson, don't you?

He never liked Maureen, anyway.

Malicious compliance is an ugly game, but to his credit, he doesn't turn the music back on.

Soap hasn't moved an inch, though his briefs lay over the arm of the couch now. One scarred, rough palm cups the mass between his spread legs, kneading his balls carelessly as he waits for him. Pillow princess. Kyle wonders if he's this laid back with Ghost, or if their brutish lieutenant makes him work for a fuck.

"They're bonnie." He hums, hugging his knees up and apart when Kyle slides a finger between his cheeks.

"And you're loose."

"Aye. Ye didnae think Ah’d turn up without gettin’ maself ready for ye, did ye?" Soap smiles crookedly, cocking his head to the side in that way he does. It narrows the gap between human and dog to an uncanny degree, and he's struck with the realisation that yeah, Ghost probably gives him whatever he wants with enough whimpering.

"Slut." Kyle says, without malice.

"Yet ye're pumpin' me."

He's got him there.

His hole is slippery, hot around his finger. He could probably get away with fucking him like this, no extra prep needed, and the Scot would enjoy whatever burn comes as consequence. But he uncaps the lube anyway, squirting it between the iron-firm canyons of Soap's ass and a little over the head of his own cock before lining them up.

And as he pushes in, he swoops low to whisper in his ear.

"Be loud."

Johnny loves a good challenge.

It's part of the reason they get along so well. Kyle seeks stimulating experiences like Icarus to the sun, and no one rises to the occasion better than his twin sergeant. He'll be the first to place bets over a deck of cards, or contribute to trivia nights at their frequented bar, or hop on the game with him when neither can sleep. He's even down to test all those sick fantasies that frighten birds off. Including, it seems, exhibitionism.

And Lord is he good at it.

Kyle is almost embarrassed, despite being the one to start it. Soap, on the other hand, has left shame with his shoes at the door. The air hangs heavy with sex and noise, the lewd slaps of skin on skin, his balls swinging to hit the cleft of his ass, just as his cock hits the same spot within him. Over and over.

The Scot moans with abandon, head thrown and back arched. He really doesn't need to slam his fist into the wall repeatedly, the mangled sounds tearing from his throat (an arbitrary pattern of Gaz, fuck, ye're huge, jist there, dinnae stop) more than enough, but it's a nice touch. By now, it's practice that assures him he's hitting the right spot (the dramatics are appreciated, not reliable). He knows just how to angle himself, where exactly Soap likes it, to make this worth both their time.

Though, with the way his cock is twitching untouched, he looks to be getting off on this too.

His mind is split between the delicious sight underneath him and an imagined picture of you. Are you more furious or turned on? Is your charge giving you a tough time for their transgressions? Did you sneak off to the bathroom to relieve your frustration in a productive way? Fuck. He wonders what you look like when you cum, drawing a picture with the very limited references he's been given.

Your brows scrunched, lips twisted, eyes screwed up. Still in your uniform, undershirt rolled up to your elbows as you slip a hand down the waistband of your pants. Unable to let yourself go completely. Shamefully indulgent. Fingers tensed over the lip of the sink, goading yourself along, pulling out and washing up the second you cum. Refusing to ride out the waves of your orgasm, but going home with a sticky mess between your legs.

Equal parts furious and turned on, he decides.

Soap grabs his hand to force it around his dick.

"You gonna cum so soon?" He asks — more shouts, really — even though it's a stupid question. Whatever helps you paint the scene...

"Uhuh! Uhuh!" Soap catches on, huffs trailing into whines as Kyle tightens the grip over his tip.

They're both one corny porn line away from bursting into laughter (which, the more he thinks about, the more he's sure Johnny is parroting the last film they watched together). He has to bite his tongue to keep the amusement from making itself known, jacking the length in his hands to the same tempo of his thrusts.

"Then cum, you needy whore. Make a fuckin' mess of yourself."

And it's terrifying how well they execute it. As though previously rehearsed, Johnny shoots ropes all over his chest, ending his act with a loud, punchy "fuck!"

Kyle follows not too long after, pulling out to coat the back of his thighs. Cum gets everywhere. That's fine. His couch is overdue for a wash, anyway.

"Good work," He chuckles. Quiet this time, the praise genuine.

Soap grins. "Steamin Jesus, ye'r th' best shag A've ever had!"

"Alright, enough." He taps his cheek in a mock slap, smearing their combined fluids all over the stubble he'd begun to grow. The man is undeterred, sticking a tongue out to polish his palm. "That's overkill."

"That's gonnae git ye leid. Jus' watch."

"Us laid." Kyle corrects, because who would he be if he didn't grant his best mate a portion of the prize?

In the afterglow, he forgets all about his anger.

It's late when you come by again.

Well. Not late for anyone with a healthy circadian rhythm, but he's been living at his Nan's old place long enough to know that light's out is 1800 hours. Maureen is definitely asleep by now. And even then, the timing is odd. They've both bathed, stripped the couch of its cushions, ordered takeout, played a round of Mario Kart, finished the last of their reports, and emptied an old vape cartridge (after running out of cigs).

It's been hours since the last time they made any significant amount of noise. Your appearance is unfounded.

The knocking is subdued this time. One, two. Pause. The shadow beneath the door retreating, then waddling back again. He watches it occur over a minute or two, fond of making you wait, before rising from his place on the floor.

The door swings. Hinges squeak. You look worse for wear.

Kyle pouts, mustering every condescending bone in his body to suppress the true pang of sympathy he feels. "Awe. What is it this time, baby? Turned down the music, didn't I? And we've been so good all night."

"Y-You're... A foul, despicable human being. You know– i-it didn't mean– I didn't need to–" Your eyes squeeze shut, but that doesn't stop a hot tear from leaking down your cheek. "If you get off to making people miserable, then congratu-fucking-lations, you're one of 7 billion."

He listens. Takes you in, properly this time.

Blotchy face. Stained scrubs. Plain hands. Messy hair. Heavy backpack. Beat up sneakers. And a darling little face that really shouldn't be so affected.

Unless it's in pleasure, his brain supplies.

"Rough day at work, huh?" He pushes his shoulder off the doorframe, opening his stance up to something more sincere. Maybe it feels wrong to rub it in your face any further. Maybe it's because he recognises the signs a little all too well.

And it must be bad too, seeing as you don't resist. Nodding weakly, you keep your eyes shut and take deep breaths. He's worked his frustrations out already, patience back in stock, so he waits as you wrangle back the waterworks.

"No thanks to you." You whisper hoarsely, crossing your arms and looking down at his shoes.

"I'm sorry." He says, and actually means it this time. Johnny comes up behind him, body heat a flame to the fuel coursing within him. It's all the confidence he needs to ask: "Allow us to make it up to you."

And the way you look up — a little too quick, hopeful, pretty — he knows you know what he means.

You really were there, then. Listening.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Kyle smiles, sharp-toothed, careful not to appear too eager. "I know just the thing to help."

[be-my-sunrise]

2:27am

pairings: jaemin x rem!reader

word count: 497

warnings: suggestive content

Jaemin feels like he just hit the jackpot. He walked in on you at the kitchen, looking all frustrated. His roommate has brought yet another girl back with him and forgot to let Jaemin know. Otherwise, he would've crashed somewhere.

He was about to go back to his room when he got the idea. He just couldn't bear leaving you like that. Not when he also has a raging boner right now.

"I can do a way better job than him, you know."

You flinch when you hear Jaemin's voice behind you, body tensing as you feel his body so close to you.

"W-what?" You stutter. You want to move away from him, but your body just freezes for no reason.

"I think you know what I'm talking about. How about we go to my room and I can show you, hm?

Jaemin brushes your hair off of your shoulder, making you shudder when you feel his hot breath on your neck. His body is so close to yours that you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Almost immediately, he smirks when he feels you grinding back against him.

He whispers lowly in your ear. "You don't even have to worry about faking it with me."

Your eyes go wide and you quickly turn around to face him. "How did you know that?"

"I just can tell. So, what do you say, angel?"

Jaemin tucks a finger under your chin, slightly lifting it up. Even though it's dark, you can clearly see his features from how close his face is to yours. You feel your heart pounding against your chest.

"But he'll hear us."

"Let him hear. Maybe he can learn a thing or two on how to properly fuck someone."

You'd be lying if you say you didn't consider it, but you kind of feel bad for your other friend. Although he didn't do a good job earlier, you don't want to embarrass him. You pull away from Jaemin and take a step back.

"Sorry, I don't think that's a good idea." You clear your throat. "Uhh–I'll get going now."

You walk away, but Jaemin catches your wrist before you can walk further.

"Fine, let's do it in my car then."

You turn to him, and he inches closer to you. "Do us both a favor, and let's help each other out. I'll drive you home too."

Okay, now you're seriously considering his offer. You're so desperate for a release, and it's driving you crazy. Jaemin looks at you with pleading eyes, patiently waiting for your response.

You've heard talks about how good Jaemin is in bed, and it's definitely better to have him fuck you senseless rather than using your vibrator back at home. It's also nice of him to offer to take you home too.

"Alright, let's do it."

Jaemin smiles and pulls you in for a short kiss. "I'll take good care of you, angel. I know you won't regret it."

a/n: jaemin calling you angel>>>>>> 😵‍💫🫠

[yooniivrse]

accidental meetings | myg

summary. navigating through awkward apologies and shared meals with your cute neighbour may promise more than just an unlikely friendship.

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pairing: yoongi x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: (this note has been edited) this was supposed to be oneshot and it ended up being apart of a mini-series…idk how we got here, but here we are :> hope you guys enjoy reading!!

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Your knuckles rapped against the door rhythmically for the second time.

Your eyes were unfocused and blurry and you could barely stand properly, having to hold onto the wall to prevent yourself from stumbling.

Everyone knew that going out to drink on an empty stomach was a bad idea. The lack of food had let the alcohol take its effect on you much sooner than you had anticipated, and your stomach lowly grumbled at the lack of food.

But when Maya—your roommate—had eagerly dragged you out of your dorm as soon as you returned from dropping all of your study materials back at the library, you didn't have the heart to say no.

A part of you also wanted to celebrate the end of your exams differently. Usually, the end of exam season meant catching up on all the shows you sacrificed watching to study. But going out for drinking also seemed fun.

You regretted your decision the moment Maya abruptly left the club with a random tatted-up guy, leaving you alone amidst the sea of drunk strangers and sweaty bodies. You too, left soon after, not wanting to deal with any creeps that could sour your happy mood.

How you managed to get home in one piece, you weren't sure. You were sure, however, that you had paid the taxi driver double the amount that was due. The overwhelming need to fall into the comforts of your bed seemed to have dulled your thinking, which is why your only annoyance grew with every second that you spent outside your dorm, waiting for Ari—your other roommate—to let you inside.

"Yah, Ari! Let me in you freak!"

You brought your hand up to knock again when the door swung open.

"Fuck's sake, Ari, thought you—hic—thought you were gonna lock me out forev-."

Your slurred words are cut short when your gaze is lifted from the ground to the man who stood in front of you.

His hand rubbed at his eye while his other roughly ran through his hair in an attempt to tame the dark, tousled locks. He stared at you with furrowed brows.

You tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes.

"Did you shape-shift or something? What's up with yo—hic—your hair?"

You stepped closer to the stranger and reached out your hand when it dawned on you, hands freezing a few centimetres in front of his hair.

"Shit. You're not Ari, are you?"

The stranger shook his head.

"No, sorry. I think you got the wrong apartment."

His voice was deep and hoarse, still laced with sleep. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach for waking him up in the middle of the night.

"But the door says seventeen though?"

You blinked blankly at him and another small hiccup escaped you as he looked up at the door. You followed his gaze to the bronze numbering which read seven and not seventeen.

"Shit, 'm so sorry for waking you up, I swear that it said seventeen, I'm really sorry."

Your hands came together in front of you as more apologies tumbled last your lips. Honestly, you barely knew what you were saying, but you felt your embarrassment taint your cheeks with a familiar warmth.

"It's fine, don't worry."

The man's words were awkward and you mumbled a final apology before you moved away. Your apartment was only ten doors down, but the carpeted hallway seemed to stretch out for an eternity. You couldn't deny the eerie feeling that clung to the cold lights and caused small goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Fuck, you had seriously lost it.

You took a few steps with your hands dragging across the pale walls.

"Actually, do you want me to bring you down to your door?"

You look back to see the boy who had already closed his door behind him as he made his way to you. His skin was pale and it almost seemed to glow now that he had emerged from the shadows of his apartment.

Or maybe he was your guardian angel, and a ring of light was going to appear above his head. You were seriously considering the possibility. Why else would a random stranger be so kind to you?

"You really don't—hic—have, I've already disturbed you enough."

"I don't want to worry about you passing out in the hallway. I'm not sleepy anymore anyway, so it's fine."

You gave him an apologetic, timid smile.

"Thank you, uh-."

"Yoongi."

"Yoongi," you repeated. The words bounced off your tongue with ease.

You moved closer to him and ended up clinging to his arm instead of the walls. He lightly froze at your sudden touch but you don't notice.

Your steps are weak but you managed to get to your apartment with the help of his body that guided you.

Yoongi knocked on the door for you and Ari opened it within a few seconds.

"Ariiii!"

You tumbled into her hands and wrapped your arms around her in an uncomfortable embrace.

"Oh my God, ___?" Ari's eyes moved from you to the brunette who stood outside.

"Thank you so much! I'm very sorry if they said something," Ari said, offering the man an apologetic smile.

"No worries, it's fine." His hands rubbed against the back of his neck softly. "Have a good night."

"You too."

She closed the door sharply and Yoongi heard her voice scolding you as you simply giggled. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to his apartment, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He knew that he had seen you before—you were too memorable for him to forget. But to his frustration, he couldn’t exactly place when and where.

A small sigh left his lips as he knocked on his door. Leaving his keys inside wasn't ideal and he hoped that Jungkook would wake up to his knocks and let him in. However, he couldn't bring himself to regret walking you down the hallway or blame you for possibly being stuck outside for the rest of the night.

Instead, he found himself wishing to meet you again.

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The elevator doors opened smoothly and you stepped outside, heaving a heavy bag of groceries in your arms. You supported the bottom of the thin plastic, begging the universe to not curse you and cause the plastic to rip a few doors away from your apartment. 

It had happened before and you still remembered the awkwardness in the air as you scrambled to grab a pack of pads as a group of boys walked past.

You scrunched up your nose and squeezed your eyes as the memory brought waves of embarrassment to course through you. You shook off the feeling as you began to walk along the empty hallway.

Except, it wasn’t exactly empty. Your eyes fell on a boy who sat crouched on the floor with his back against the wall. His dark hair fell in loose waves over his forehead and you noticed a silver earring that lightly glistened on one of his ears. You were sure that if it weren’t for the plaid, red shirt he wore, you would have missed his presence completely.

You unknowingly tilted your head to the side. His features were oddly familiar, from the curve of his nose to the shape of his narrow eyes and his plump bottom lip. 

He was pretty, you wouldn’t deny that. Even with the defeated look on his face.

As you got closer to his figure, realisation dawned on you. This was the guy who helped you to your apartment less than a few days ago.

You felt your cheeks turn warm.

You would’ve speed-walked to your apartment to avoid another possibly embarrassing encounter if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes had already met yours.

His eyebrows rose slightly in recognition and he immediately pushed himself to his feet and cleared his throat awkwardly.

You lick your lips before giving him a small smile. It was already too late to try and pretend you hadn’t seen him, so you went with the only option you had left; to walk over to him.

“Hi,” you said, keeping a smile on your face.

“Uh- hi.”

You had never wished for the ground to swallow you up more than you did at that moment. You were usually good with making awkward atmospheres comfortable, and you had no idea why your brain seemed to be malfunctioning.

“Yoongi, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I ever got a chance to apologise to you properly for waking you up that night. I genuinely am sorry, I usually know my limits with alcohol and I don’t know what happened that day,” you said with a dry chuckle. 

Yoongi’s eyes crinkle into a soft smile and you swore that you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“And thank you so so much for bringing me to my apartment, I swear I would’ve ended up sleeping in the middle of the hallway if it weren’t for you!”

“It was nothing, don’t worry.” Yoongi waved his arm in the air as if he were swatting away your words. “I’m glad that I was able to prevent you from sleeping in the hallway.”

You both laughed and you noticed the way his smile stretched out to reveal his gums.

“Oh, I don’t think I got a chance to introduce myself. I’m ___.”

You shifted your groceries to one arm as you outstretched your other. Yoongi took it, his grip soft as he shook your hand. The touch lingered for a few seconds longer than it should have and even as you pulled back, you felt the ghost of his skin on yours.

“So, uh- what are you doing sitting outside your apartment?”

“Ah, that-.” He brought his hand to rest against the back of his neck sheepishly. “-I kinda got locked out. I don’t bother taking the keys since my roommates are usually home, but they’re out today and none of them are picking up their phone.”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced down at his phone. You noticed the array of cracks that spread across the black screen, mimicking the intricate pattern of a cobweb.

“Oh, I think know how you can get in.”

You had learned the hack from an action book you had read a few years ago. As you placed down your bag of groceries against the wall and fished out your wallet, you hoped that the hack wasn’t something that only worked in movies and books.

You looked through your cards and picked out the first unimportant-looking one you found, which happened to be a voucher for the new restaurant that had opened a few blocks down from your apartment complex.

You stepped forward and slid the card into the crack of the door where the handle was as Yoongi watched in curiosity.

You pressed down the card. It took more strength than you anticipated, as the lock didn’t move an inch. You tried again and you felt Yoongi take a step closer to you.

You begged the universe to be on your side. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of the only cute guy who had made an effort to talk to you.

“It’s fine, I can just wai-.”

The card slid down and a small click was heard as it pushed the lock back into the door.

“I can’t believe that worked,” you said, disbelief laced in your voice. However, the joy from your success was short-lived as the door opened up and your plastic card fell to the floor in small pieces.

“Oh my god, thank you so much, seriously.”

The excitement in Yoongi’s voice died down as soon as you turned back to look up at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“No problem.”

“I’m sorry about the card,” he said and it was your turn to swat away his apologies.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I owed you anyway. I guess we’re even now.”

Yoongi nodded and stepped inside. He picked up the pieces of plastic from the ground and handed it to you, noticing the broken lettering which he worked out to spell the name of the new restaurant that had opened up nearby.

You picked up your bag of groceries from the floor.

“Again, thank you. See you around,” he said with a small wave of his hand.

“Bye!” You mimicked the wave.

Yoongi couldn’t ignore the pang of guilt that twisted in his stomach as he watched you walk away. The restaurant wasn’t exactly fancy, but it was expensive enough for a college student. He softly shut the door and brought his bottom lip between his teeth in thought.

Maybe he could make it up to you.

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Yoongi was the last person you expected to be greeted by outside your door on a Tuesday evening. But there he stood, sporting a plain, white t-shirt under a denim jacket.

“Oh, hi! Was not expecting you,” you said. You didn’t realise how unwelcoming the words sounded until they tumbled from your lips, but Yoongi didn’t seem to catch on.

“Yeah, uh- Look, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that you broke your voucher tryna help me so I got you this as an apology.”

He held out a brown, paper bag in front of him and you realise that the lettering printed on it read the name of the restaurant. You caught a glimpse of the plastic packaging of takeaway which confirmed your suspicions.

“Yoongi, I couldn’t possibly take this. I helped you out because you helped me out, and the voucher wasn’t even that big of a deal, genuinely!”

You reached out your hand to push the bag towards him again, but his grip persisted.

“Please?”

The word fell from his lips softly, almost a whisper, and you felt your heart skip a few beats. His eyes fell on yours for a split second before he broke his gaze. You didn’t have it in you to reject his kind gesture, but at the same time, you felt guilty if you did accept it.

“What about we share it? That makes it fair, right?”

“I- I don’t know-.”

“Please?” You’re voice mimicked his tone from when he had spoked the exact same word. “I’ll feel too guilty if I just take it. My roommates are both out for the night, so we can eat it together if you want.”

Yoongi hesitated, but the idea of spending time with you felt nice.

“Okay.”

Your lips curled into a bright smile as you invited him inside. Yoongi waited for you to close and lock the door, and followed you as you led him to your kitchen. He placed the paper bag onto the smooth, marble countertop as you pulled out two plates from the white cabinets that stretched up to the ceiling.

You began to take out all the containers and spread them out over the counter.

“There’s so much bro, I would not have been able to finish this,” you said with a smile that Yoongi returned.

“I mean, you could’ve shared it with your roommates.”

“Mhm, I guess. I rather share it with you though.”

The tips of Yoongi’s ears turned pink as he let out a timid chuckle. Honestly, you didn’t know what gave you the confidence, but you enjoyed the reactions you garnered from the brunet boy.

He helped you as both of you filled your plates with food. The aroma that easily spread across the kitchen made your mouths water, and you dug in as soon as you brought over chopsticks and spoons for the two of you.

“Damnn, this is good,” you said with a moan of satisfaction. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you spoke and Yoongi hummed in agreement. His own eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the taste.

“So, what do you do?” You asked before putting another spoonful of food into your mouth.

“I’m in a band. That’s why I moved here, actually. The other members thought we’d be more productive if we all lived together but I’m starting to doubt that."

You chuckle. “A band? Damn, that’s so cool."

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “I mean it is and I love all the members and all but...it can get tiring sometimes, y’know.”

Even though you couldn’t exactly relate to him, you nodded understandingly with a hum.

“You should play me one of your songs!”

“Uh- no.”

You shot him a scowl at his immediate rejection of the idea.

“Whyy? I won’t judge, I swear.”

Yoongi closed his eyes with a playfully pained expression on his face as you practically begged him for a chance to listen to one of his songs.

“I’ll show it to you eventually. Maybe.”

“Yah! No maybes, you’re definitely showing it to me next time!”

Next time. Yoongi couldn’t wait for the next time he could see you again.

A smooth conversation ensued after you both had taken a few more bites of the food. You felt oddly comfortable in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to cover your mouth when you laughed or hold back on your words, didn’t feel the need to hide away any part of yourself.

You felt like you could be yourself, and the feeling was strange. It caused a tug of warmth in your heart.

Soon enough, both of you had scoffed most of the food. You began to store the rest of the takeaway in sealed bowls and Yoongi moved to the dishes in the sink.

“Ah, you can just leave them, I’ll do them later,” you said, but Yoongi washed them anyway. A part of you was grateful that he did, as washing the dishes was one of your least favourite chores.

You took the plates he had rinsed and placed them into the dishwasher. Silence filled the air, only broken by the quiet ticking of the clock that hung on your wall, but the atmosphere was far from tense or awkward. Neither of you felt the need to try to start a random conversation and simply focused on the tasks at hand.

“Thanks so much, for the food and the cleaning up. I really do appreciate it!” You said as you wiped your hands dry on a small cloth.

“It’s no problem, really.”

You opened the door for him as he slipped into his shoes.

“We need to actually go to the restaurant someday, get the full experience y’know?”

Yoongi smiled with a nod.

“We can arrange a day over the phone if you want?”

“I’d love that!”

Yoongi fished out his phone from the back pocket of his darkly coloured jeans in an instant and typed in your number as you called it out to him.

“See you soon, ___.”

“Byee.”

You gave a quick wave of your hand which he returned before he began walking back down to his apartment. You couldn’t hide the content smile on your face as closed the door, eagerly grabbing your phone from the counter.

Yoongi sent you a text less than a minute later, and you added his number to your contacts.

You too couldn’t wait for the next time.

[sukunasweetheart]

Thinking of breakup angst with sukuna...

Thinking of the build up towards it, the way you have been fighting over the littlest things for months now

It leads you to think about how self centered he can be, how you always feel like you loved him more than he loved you and how crushing it felt to have that realisation fall upon you every time

He can be so career focused sometimes, with the long business trips, work parties, etc. always working vehemently to get higher, threatening to leave you behind

And one particular night, the argument gets so heated that you dont get a wink of sleep afterwards, only staring blankly at nothing as you try to calm the chaos in your head. Sukuna heads out without a word the next morning, and you make the final decision in your head, alone, by yourself.

By the time sukuna comes back home with the intent of reconciliation, he finds that youre packing the remainder of your belongings into a suitcase in the bedroom, ready to move out of his home.

"what the fuck is all this?" he asks, his tone coming out harsher than he means it to be.

"what do you think? i'm breaking up with you. i'm moving out," you can barely stop your voice from wavering. you've cried too much this week.

"oh, come on. you know you don't mean that," he reaches out to grab your arm, but you withdraw away from his hand so fiercely that it even surprises him.

"don't you talk to me like that," you speak firmly, "like i'm being dramatic. why won't you ever treat me seriously? i am leaving, sukuna."

you continue your work, neatly folding up some of your shirts. you're already almost finished. he looks around, and the house looks half empty.

oh. you really mean it. you're really trying to leave.

"no, you're not. you're not leaving. not after everything we've been through together," he tells you defensively, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from folding your last shirt, trying to get you to look at him again.

"like what? constantly yelling at each other until our throats are sore? i'm really sick of it. and i'm sure you are, too."

"don't put words in my mouth. i may have gotten sick of our fighting, but i've never gotten sick of you," sukuna hisses, refusing to let you continue packing your things. you feel yourself getting swayed by his words.

"well, i am. i've gotten sick of you," you say quietly through gritted teeth.

"oh yeah? say it to me properly then. look at me dead in the eyes," he demands, voice getting lower.

"you heard me. i don't need to say it again." you pull away from his grip and try to get this last shirt folded. he grabs you again, by the hand this time, and the piece of clothing unravels once more.

"no, i didn't hear shit. convince me that you really want to leave me - and i'll let you go."

in a fit of anger, you turn to face him completely, but your resolve crumbles away when you see his expression. not the one you'd assigned to him in your own mind, but his true features, under the bright bedroom lights.

he looks serious. he looks concerned. he's asking you to tell him it's not true. tell him that you want to stay.

"...let me go. i'm leaving..." you say, voice finally breaking. like a broken faucet, your eyes begin leaking tears relentlessly and your throat closes up in that painful way that you hate, but nothing compares to the pain in your heart at the thought of really breaking up with this man here and now.

he lets you go...

and calmly takes your things out of the suitcase to put them back. you didn't miss the relief in his eyes that showed up for that split second.

"bring it back! i hate you," you attempt to raise your voice, but really, it's only just your ego speaking.

"you can't even say that you hate me in the correct tone. we're not breaking up," he mutters, hanging up your coats and putting them into the closet.

having been defeated, your legs give way and you sit down on the side of the bed, sobbing.

through the blur of your tears, you watch as he meticulously goes through your suitcase, putting everything where they belong. and you sob harder. he knows too much. he arranges your creams, perfumes and accessories in the perfect order on the dresser. he spends a good fifteen minutes, putting all of your belongings back where they should be.

and by the time he gets back to you, he's like a different man. the mattress dips from his weight as he sits next to you, bringing a box of tissues with him to wipe your tears away.

"we can talk tomorrow since we're both tired today," sukuna tells you as he dabs your eyes with the tissue, "i'll take the day off." you just sit still without responding. now that he mentioned it, the fatigue seems to fall upon you suddenly, like a brick. he coaxes you under the sheets.

soon, you find yourself in bed, in his arms. it's been a while since the two of you had cuddled so intimately. you feel oddly shy, the same way you did all those years ago when you first started dating him. there's a special kind of warmth that sukuna's body emits - and you're surrounded by it under these blankets.

"i'll try to do better... so don't go anywhere," he speaks with a softer tone.

because, it's true, he can't imagine living a life without you.

those are the last words you hear before you drift off to sleep.

the next morning, he's still in bed with you, and you're pleased to see he kept his word about taking the day off. checking the mirror, you're horrified and embarrassed about your swollen eyes from all the crying last night.

sukuna takes a look at you and chuckles without ill intent. but in your flustered state, you slap his arm until he's saying "my bad, my bad" in between laughs.

there's still some awkward tension between you and him, but going through breakfast together seems to melt some of that away, until you're ready to bring up yesterday's event.

it goes better than you'd expected, and after the discussion, the only thing that's left is to wait and see whether things will change for the better or not. whether his promises are empty or not.

"i didn't realise that you were so lonely. 'm sorry," he apologises as he plays with your hand, "i may work a lot, but you're always on my mind, doll."

it's like a huge weight off your shoulders.

and he begins to be more like his playful self again, after the talk.

"i'll need you to tell me that you love me today. since you told me you hated me yesterday," sukuna says with a smirk, hugging you from behind.

"well, you need to earn it," you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

"alright. will you say it back if i say it first?"

"sure."

"i love you."

"..."

"now that's not fair, is it?" he tickles you without mercy.

you burst out in laughter, thrashing around uncontrollably, trying to push him away.

"okay, okay! i love you!" you tell him in between breaths.

seemingly satisfied, he lets you go and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. he'll never let you go.

the following day after work, sukuna comes home earlier than usual, and he doesn't wear a grumpy expression in front of you. he greets you with a hug and kiss. it's a small gesture, but it makes you happy.

and slowly, the relationship begins to rekindle itself.

[slepiesheep]

SpongeBob Truman show AU lets gooo!! Discussing with friends and feeling motivated. Setting takes place decades later. I will analyze, include about my theories, and intentions how the series ends. I made this for FUN, don’t take it too seriously. It's likely that you might not fully understand this if you haven't watched The Truman Show or are unfamiliar with the television theory by Alex Bale. I highly recommend watching the Television theory.

Just a quick note before we start: in the SpongeBob SquarePants universe, the show is canonically a show within the show. For instance, we've seen pirates getting excited about the first SpongeBob movie. Even Patchy the Pirate, the biggest SpongeBob fan, knows about SpongeBob's existence in real life (within the show). If i remember correctly, in the Sponge out of water movie, a child even saw SpongeBob and called out his name. I think that Scientists will do anything to make the show interesting and profitable.

There will be 2 parts of this story.

Part 1

SpongeBob, Squidward and Mr. Krabs gets to celebrate The Krusty Krab anniversary. Mr. Krabs wanted to set sail on a boat trip with SpongeBob, a father-son bonding experience. Mr. Krabs dressed in his sailor hat, a dark blue trenchcoat, and SpongeBob also wore sailor clothes. Yeah Mr. Krabs fucking dies because he took 50% of the show's profits and didn't perform his duties properly 😂 The producers decided to eliminate him from the show, leaving SpongeBob traumatized for his life to increase viewer interest. A horrible thunderstorm hit. SpongeBob tried to pull up Mr. Krabs, but his scrawny arms couldn’t do it. He only managed to grab his trenchcoat. Mr. Krabs’ body was never to be found. Now, SpongeBob is the manager of the Krusty Krab, responsible for keeping the secret formula safe. He opens a notebook to write down important information. Due to aging, SpongeBob started wearing glasses. Plankton tried to exploit his naive nature, but SpongeBob slowly became more mature and courageous like Mr. Krabs. It began to feel like a repeating pattern for SpongeBob. He wanted to get out from Bikini Bottom and experience a new life and travel around the wonders of the nature before growing old and dying. However, when he tried to purchase a ticket for a trip outside of Bikini Bottom, he found that it wasn't an option for him. Strange events happened to keep SpongeBob preoccupied and ensure his continued stay in Bikini Bottom. On his way to work, SpongeBob accidentally bumped into an elderly man, only later recognizing him as Mr. Krabs. Unforeseen, two men appeared, abruptly pulling Mr. Krabs away. creating a distraction with a group of anchovies.

Mr. Krabs boarded a bus as SpongeBob began to question why Mr. Krabs, who was presumed dead, was somehow still alive but never came back to him. Confused, he shared his thoughts with Squidward, who dismissed it and pretended nothing was wrong. Feeling unsettled, SpongeBob decided to visit Sandy at her treedome to talk about what he had seen. Just before putting on his water helmet, it hit him, how could Mr. Krabs have drowned when they all lived underwater? The thought made no sense, and the more he thought about it, the more his suspicions grew. He used to believe this kind of logic was normal. Unsure of what to believe, SpongeBob went to Patrick’s house to tell him about the strange encounter. Patrick seemed confused but not entirely surprised. It felt like Patrick knew something too, as if he'd experienced something similar, but he wasn't ready to talk about it. To distract SpongeBob, Patrick suggested they head to Goofy Goobers for ice cream, hoping to lift his friend’s spirits. The next day, SpongeBob had his driving test. Ms. Puff sat next to him in the boat, still baffled by the fact that after all these years, SpongeBob had yet to earn his license. Determined to do something different, SpongeBob unexpectedly drove off the course, speeding up. Ms. Puff panicked and shouted for him to stop. She was about to take control of the wheel but hesitated, knowing a sudden turn could cause an accident. Despite her pleas, SpongeBob kept going, lost in his own thoughts.

When he drove out of town, he encountered a crowd of people blocking the road. He slammed on the brakes just in time to avoid hitting anyone. A police officer quickly approached and explained that there had been a toxic gas leak in the area, and the entire place was being evacuated. "There’s no way through," the officer warned. Before letting him go, the officer added, “Make sure to drive slower, SpongeBob.” Hearing his name snapped something in SpongeBob, and without thinking, he floored it, trying to make a run for it. The police swiftly caught up with him, arrested him on the spot, and threw him in jail. He was locked up for just one second before they kicked him out again, sending him back on his way.

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I'm exhausted. I just ate 15 bite-sized waffles while writing this, and honestly, I have no idea what I just wrote. I'll reread it tomorrow morning and fix any mistakes.

[tac-the-unseen]

JUST READ THE COD GANG REACTING TO READER FALING AN ORGASM SO WHAT IF READER ADMITS THEY NEVER HAD ONE BEFORE?????? LIKE- NEW RELATIONSHIP??????? SORRY FOR CAPS IM ECSTATIC RN BC UR WORK IS SO GOOD🫶🫶🫶🫶🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

COD characters finding out that Reader's past lover(s) have never given them an Orgasm.

Am I exactly sure what Anon is asking? No, But I will persist.

I'm choosing to write this with the interpretation of Reader never having an orgasm even though they've had sex with others. (The other way I read it was that Reader just flat out never had an orgasm before, and I think that's extremely unrealistic. So we're going with that one) ALSO because of the prompt You and the guys have yet to bump uglies!

Ghost:

•Simon is a little confused "Like...None of them?"

•He takes it very seriously

•He asks you to elaborate a little more. He just wants to know if the other guys sucked (or just didn't in this case) or if you two needed to do something specific in order to please you.

•He understands if you need some kind of accommodations and will ask you what he needs to do

•You and Simon have a long discussion over what you want your first time with him to be like. He makes sure you both have a clear understanding of what's to come (ha).

Soap:

•First thing he says is “Would you like to?”

•He thinks it's a little funny but really sad too

•”Darling, you're too pretty to let subpar men just use you.”

•He immediately wants to show you how it's done and what you've been robbed off

•He asks if he can take you for a “good ol' mustache ride”

Price:

•”Young men are dumb.” He says and takes a drag from his cigar

•”But I guess it's nice to know I have no competition.” He smiles

•He does talk to you about your needs and what he needs to do to meet them properly

•He takes you out on a nice dinner date, goes on a nice walk with you, and end up with his hands wrapped around your waist taking you home

Alejandro:

•Can not stop laughing

•As soon as you tell him he erupts into a fit of giggles. He takes him a full 3 minutes before he calms down enough to hug you and pat you back.

•”You poor thing.” he chuckles and kisses your cheek. “I'll make sure to make up for all their failures, Mi querida.”

•He’ll ask you what they were doing down there the whole time. Which leads to even more laughter when you tell him.

•”But I think I should buy you a nice dinner first.” he winks

Roach:

•Stunned

•Absolutely floored

•”Like never?” He signs. You can see the horror in his eyes

•He’s got his head in hands, contemplating life. He's so concerned for you. He has to take a moment of silence to comprehend the level of incompetence the men in your life must have had.

•When he finally sits up he looks you directly in the eyes and signs “Thank God I'm good with my hands.”

Gaz:

•Slowly turns his head to look at you with his brows furrowed and confusion

•Is too shock to speak

•He gets up to pour himself some Scotch

•”How many times have you had to fake an orgasm?” “8” he proceeds to down the entire drink and pour himself another

•This time he hands it to you “You need this more than me.”

Rudy:

•He gets up and takes a lap around the house

•When he gets back he pulls you into a hug

•”You deserve so much better, Mi Tesoro.”

•Kisses your jaw and runs his hands down your back. “I can give you so much better.” He tells you in-between kisses

•He offers you himself until your properly satisfied, for however long that takes

König:

•”Why do you like incompetent men?”

•He means it in a genuine way, But he accidentally reads you to filth.

•”Why spend your time and affection on someone who cannot please you?” he asks. “I didn't want to seem shallow.” You replied. “Shallow? Liebste, No.”

•He practically scolds you for allowing such men into your life. It's actually the most you've ever heard him speak. Which really tells you how upset he is.

•”You're Lucky I'm here. I will not let such things happen ever again.”

•And fuuuck, he means it

Mace:

•”Other men are filthy animals.” he tells you like it was a normal thing to say

•He gets in close to you and rests his arms on your hips. “Don’t get me wrong, I'm a man whore.” He laughs lightly and kisses you “But you knew that.”

•He asks you for all the funny details and thinks it would make a decent bonding experience.

•He tells you about his less than great sex stories and failures

•”Rest assured sweetheart, I'm a pro at making people scream.”

Thanks for reading <3

(I realize now that I wrote them all in different mindsets of this prompt... Good luck with that, I guess)

[plmp0]

The Sex Love house PT 2

Summary: Welcome to the love house where a lot of stories will infold, 7 participants will have a chance to live together in the same house for a mounth while still doing their normal activities, will they find real love in this short period? Or at least this is what ur friend want u to believe. PT 1

Genre: smut (that's really it) minor do not interact

Warning: a very manipulative!jay, manipulative!sunghoon, manipulative!heeseung, everyone is a perv in this house, reader is clueless, shameless reader, kinda stalker reader, Siyeon (from dreamcatcher) is also part of this, this is a pure filth, explicit content.

Smut warning: semi-public sex, degradation, use of toys, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cock!riding,mouth!fucking.......

U smiled excited to eat outside properly, picking a tight black dress with a golden chain on the collar, wearing ur favourite heels and applying a red lipstick, satisfied with ur look u wore some parfum going to ur bed to pick ur bag before u hear a knock again. Gulping and adjusting ur dress u opened the door just to find urself thrown to the wall hand tightly wrapped around ur lips, u widen ur eyes taking a back fromhow fast that happened just to see Jay looking at u darkely, jaw clenched as he come closer whispering with his other hand lifting ur dress and reaching inside ur panties hissing as u feel a weird object enter u "U really thought i'd act like nothing happened ha?" He rubbed the toy on ur folds making u moan quietly, "u see i couldn't bear the fact that i was left out " he continue rubbing on ur folds only faster this time making u squirm over his hand, he chuckled deeply "so i figured out i should teach u a lesson" he leaned on ur ears whispering "u r gonna have this inside u all the time at the diner" he licked ur earlobe "u better act well or it'd be so embarrasing" u moaned at the thought, he leaned back scanny ur fucked out state hips following his hand mouvement eyes rolled back this is all too much for u he pressed harder on ur lips "m really so disapointed on u, how could u leave ur client out?" He removed his hand from ur panties only when u were about to come leaving u whining and positioned it on ur left hip "but again i didn't know u'd be so perveted letting two men use u in front of everyone" u whimper from humiliation gasping when his knee got between ur thighs pressing directly on ur core "i'll tease u a lot tonight" he grinded his knee on ur core making ur knees feel like jelly if it wasn't for the hold he has on ur hip u'd be on the floor now "i'll make sure u come to my room tonight crying and begging me to fuck u" ur heart started pounding seriously wont u have a break today? "But again it's nothing new to u" he removed his hand from ur lips, red lipstick messed up on ur chin staining his hand as well, he groaned "so messy just how i love it" u close ur eyes enjoying this feeling until he let go of u and u dropped on the floor

U looked up at him seeing him smirking "that's where u belong little one" he patted ur hair "this is how u'd be in my room tonight begging me" he stepped out "now adjust ur makeup because it's all ruined and come down everyone is waiting for u" u nodded as he exit the room, too dizzy to stand u leaned on the wall shifting the vibrator inside u uncomfortably, u've never used one before, is it a good idea to be having it in front of everyone? And the answer is No, as u hooped on the car sitting next to siyeon, Jay driving and Joy next to him, both heeseung and sunghoon left in a seperated car, u felt a jolt of vibration immediately after the car started, shaking and gasping with ur hand clenched around siyeon's unintentioly, U missed the smirk on her lips knowing exactly what's going on. How could she not when she is the one who turned it on! U see this whole dating show thing is just an excuse, it's a plan that Jay came up with. All of them knew each other, they were college friends, so when Sunghoon told them he caughted u moaning Heeseung's name they couldn't shake off this thought, they've been waiting for this opportunity, the fact that Jay is one of ur clients wasn't a coincidence. It was all part of their plan that their cute little friend Jungwon helped them with. U might of not remember but Siyeon was one of ur classmates in collage, she was crushing on u since ur junior years, u intrigued her the moment she heard about u from the other guys. When Jungwon called Jay saying that u'd participate on the fake "dating show" they couldn't be any happier, he (Jay) was the one paying this people to pretend that they are staff, he was the one who always send messages unforming about what to do. He was the devil who would ruin ur so called innocent and he can't wait until he gets a grasp on u.

The whole ride to the restaurant was hard for u, the vibrations never stopping only changing the intensity, u were sure that ur seat now is wet sensing ur slick in ur inner thighs ur head so dizzy, cheeks so flushed lipstick now almost gone from the way u keep biting ur lips trying to supress ur moans, u were able to breath finally when u arrived to the restaurant the vibrations now stopping as the car did.

Jay looking at u through the mirror enjoying ur struggling face, he waited until everyone hooped off the car seeing how u couldn't even move to open the door, he turned ur side "need some help ha?" He said his cocky grin never leaving his lips, u tried to open ur eyes almost crying pleading him only with ur look to do something, which only earned u a deep chuckle from his lips "let's go everyone is waiting for us come on!" He said as he opened the door leaving u whining, u struggled to get out of the car, legs wobbling and bearly keeping u up, Jay stood next to u offering u his arm to hold on to, and u took it thanking god that u decided to bring ur long coat with u cause with every step u can feel slick dripping on u. U tried to adjust ur breathing, fixing ur hair when u got inside, noting the little wave Siyeon gave u to let u know where they are seating "why is the restaurant empty?" U questioned Jay who only shrugg "i think they reserved it for filming" he said leading u to the seat next to him in the corner of the table, u took a seat removing ur coat and placing it on thighs, looking over the restaurant admiring the relaxing vibe it radiates, as u look in front of u, u can feel Heeseungs eyes boring into u making u raise an eyebrow at him questioning what he wants, he only smirked fingures playing with his lips as he kept staring at u, u rolled ur eyes not having the energy to deal with him now that the waitress is taking ur order,

Ur eyes darted to the empty seat next to Joy only remembering why u r here now "ahhh where is the new contestant?" U asked everyone, Joy the one answering as always "He went to the bathroom before u came" u hummed smiling at her. Jay threw his arm resting it on ur chair's head as he continued his convo with Sunghoon about some stuff related to work, he turned his head "ah right! I almost forgot that we'll be having a meeting on Monday" he said to u, u forrowed ur eyebrows confused at what he means, u forgot for a second that he is ur client. "Ahhh!" U exclaimed feeling weird about this whole situation, he smiled at u, "u work together?" Sunghoon asked pretending like he doesn't know and u only noded as a respond, drinking ur water in one go almost choking after u felt the vibrations starting again

Heeseung looked at u concerned "are u okay?" U noded again eyes closed and fingures digging into Jay's thighs, he massaged ur back "u sure u r okay?" He asked u mockingly. U gulped feeling hot again looking at him with a "what an asshole" look.  A faint voice interupting ur convo, u looked up to see Jake ur ex bf in front of u, eyes widening u almost stood from ur seat at the intensity of the vibrations that rose up stopping u from saying what u wanted to say, Jake took the seat in front of u facing u with his cute smile. "Ah right, i didn't introduce u to each other" Jay spoke next to u looking ur side "Y/n this is Jake, Jake this is y/n" Jake only smiled saying a  nice to meet u, does he not want the other ones to know that he was ur boyfriend at some point? I mean if u r being serious it's better if they didn't know. Jake was ur boyfriend in high school, he was the sweetest person u've ever met, he loved u so much and so u did but only a little bit less than he does, u were a very good student always focusing in ur classes, spending most of ur time with ur books it was a shock for ur classmates that u even have a boyfriend but u just couldn't resist Jake's charm not forgetting that he was also a good student, but after passing ur finals all the stress and struggling came back at u, feeling so tired, hating to see even a glimps of a book in ur eye radar u just wanted to stay home, to play games, to watch movies and series and Jake being the clingy boyfriend he is didn't like that, after u got accepted to college in another city u moved there already sick of him and his childishness, u kept ignoring his texts, declining his date plans, not answering his calls on time until u stopped replying, u basically ghosted him until he stopped bothering u.

6 years has been passed since then and here he is sitting in front of u, smiling to everyone eyes not missing ur struggling face.

It's been an hour, an hour of torture u were losing it, u nudged Jay's shoulder multiple times this time getting close to his ears "please stop i can't focus" u whispered almost crying.

He got away from u ignoring u and continuing his talk with Jake that decided to speak to u finally "Oh y/n u don't look so well are you sick?" everyone in the table is now looking ur way ur face reacting immediately words getting out without any thinking "No m just tired dw dw hahah" u laughed awkwardly trying to brush them off but Sunghoon insisted that something is wrong

Jay brushed ur hair that started to sweat a bit from ur face widening his eyes in a fake motion "omg ur skin is burning". Siyeon got up from her seat kneeling in front of u "do u have a fever?" she asked worried,u really just want this diner to be over, having all the attention to u now is only making it worst for u.

"she is asking u y/n" Jay said softly as he highened the intensity now to the max, u felt ur eyes roll to the back of ur head, dropping ur face on his left shoulder ur hair hiddingg ur face now as u bit softly on his dress-shirt supressing ur moans, u were so fucking close but he denied u again turning the toy off u whined on his ear directly making him groan quitely Jake's voice only regestring to ur brain now "I think we better go she doesn't look good" Joy agreed with him "m gonna pay and join ur car guys" Heeseung gave her a nod fixing his shirt and taking Sunghoon with him to the car offering Siyeon to go with them, Jake tried to help u stand getting a small hit on his hand from Jay "m gonna take care of her dw" Jay said brushing him off holding ur arm and taking u to his car leaving Jake scoffing "u bastard" he mumbled to himself following Joy to go with him. 

Sunghoon was waiting for Heeseung eyes boring into U and Jay as he heard the door open Heeseung taking the passenger seat after he helped Siyeon to take a cab to her studio "What's wrong with u as well?" he said closing his seat belt earning a sigh from the other man "Jay didn't let me approach her earlier man" Heesung chuckled "u really thought he'd let u after what we did? come on sunghoon!" 

"Yeah but isn't that why we r here? why is he acting that way?" sunghoon answered starting the car. "u know him better than i do, don't ask me!" heeseung said from the other hand playing some random song.

Jay helped u with ur seat belt, "u almost got caught ha?" he said grining, u rolled ur eyes annoyed "yeah nd i wonder whose fault is that" he chuckled next to u his hands removing ur coat exposing ur thighs for him "fuck u r drippin" he said noting how ur slick is shining, he collected some of it on his fingers groaning making u moan at his reaction, he guided his wet fingers to ur lips not wondering to ask u to part them just brushing the sticky liquid on them messing up ur makeup, u shifted on ur seat resulting the vibrator to go a bit deeper letting out a high sound, u were so sensitive from all the teasing ur core begging to be filled with something ur hands went to Jay's pants sliding upwards and brushing over his crotch but he was quick to remove it "no i didn't decide yet whether to fuck u or not" he said his voice dropping an octave lower

"but why" u whined so stressed ur hands going back to his body again, he slapped it away fingers now digging on ur jaw forcing ur eyes to look at him "u r just making it worse for urself i told u to stop or else m gonna just let u fuck urself with ur little fingers" he grabed the same hand that was on his body a seconds ago getting it to ur line of sight "look at them m sure they won't be enough to satisfy u after all u've been through today" u whined his words clicking with u. he is right, u gulped nodding ur head his hand finally letting ur face go "good" he said going back to his seat "now behave until we get to the house".

Jake got to the house going straight to his supposed room that he has now to share with Sunghoon, he thanked god that it wasn't Jay that he is going to share it with, both of them aren't on good terms Jay was so against him coming here for some reasons and it annoys him so much, he threw his jacket on his bed moving back and forth in the small space of this room, he had a good plan but it was all ruined! Jay didn't even let him talk to u for a long time always interupting him whenever he direct his words to u, he clicked his tongue he is not gonna make him stop not after all u did to him, he never forgot how u ghosted him he is gonna pay u back for sure!

U arrived at the house following Jay that is now heading to his room, he could feel ur steps after him smirking as he stops right at the door making u bump urself on his back "why are u following me" he said cocking his brow earning a confused look from u, he sighed "m asking u a question" he added. 

U were not sure how to reply so u just kept looking at him he was the one who told u to wait until u get home so why is he doing this now?

He approached u leaning to reach ur height "u r not expecting me to fuck u right now are u?" u furrowed ur eyebrows at his question "what do you mean" u asked almost whining eyes looking at him cutely. He licked his lips looking at u amused "i think my words were clear" he tacked some of ur hair behind ur ears "m not touching u until u beg for it properly" he added with a smile steping away and going inside his room closing the door right at ur face.

U gasped letting an annoyed laugh skip ur lips going to ur room instead throwing ur coat and ur bag on the bed going immediatly to the bathroom washing ur face "he is dreaming!" u exclaimed u've never done something like that before like yeah u did but only cause u were mid-action so u didn't mind that but what? he is expecting u to go to his room and do what? beg? nahhh u won't.

As u finished drying ur face on ur towel u saw a tall Heeseung looking at u almost spacing out "what are u doing here?" u asked putting the towel back to its place and going out of the bathroom Heeseung following u laying casually on ur bed while ur standing in front of him looking at him "Jay really did u dirty ha?" u gulped panicking inside avoiding his eyes right now "idk what u mean" Heeseung chuckled deeply hands sliding his hair back "m sure u do" he paused for a moment eyes on ur exposed thighs that are glistening biting on his lips "Ohhh look at u" u followed his eyes, mouth open omg how could u forgot u were not wearing ur coat u stepped away looking for something to cover urself with eyes landing on the small blanket on the chair in front of u, u took it right away trying to hide the mess on ur legs but Heeseung's hands stoped u throwing the material to the floor arms now hugging u from behind his hands resting near ur mid thighs "no need to cover up i already saw that" he whispered in ur ears hands now going lower "fuck how can he resist fucking u when u r drippin this much" he groaned again, u were hardly breathing heart pounding so fast u only dreamt about Heeseung beeing this close to u "heeseung" u called his name softly feeling him pressing hard on ur lower back, if Jay didn't want to do something, u can have Heeseung do it instead right? 

Except Heeseung didn't do anything only teasing u a little bit before leaving ur room not wanting to ruin Jay's plan not wanting to deal with him knowing very well what he could do, he went to his room instead with ur coat in his hands, locking his door searching for a specific spot on ur piece of clothes until his fingers felt the wetness, tongue darting on his lips like a thirsty dog before he brought that same spot to his lips collecting all of the juices that stuck there moaning while his other hand is pumping his cock imagining it as urs.

U were still in ur room ur core itching but u ignored that feeling trying to distract urself with one of ur favourite series but it didn't work, u exhaled deeply ur body is screaming for u to go to Jay's room and do whatever he wants but u didn't want to give in this easily, as u were deep in ur thoughts u received a text from Jungwon "oh now u remembered me" u mumbled to urself after seeing his words "how is it going for u over there" he wrote, "don't ask me plz i regret coming here already!" u wrote back. "why?" is all he sent and u replied to it frustrated "ikr? so many things happened that no matter what will happen to me in the future m not gonna be surprised anymore". U kept texting with Jungwon expressing the stress u felt this whole day but without letting him know about details....

Joy came to ur room chatting with u a little bit before saying good night, u turned off ur lights trying to sleep still refusing to surrender to Jay, u kept rolling and rolling in ur bed, trying to touch urself instead but nothing helped Jay's words ringing in ur ears u hated how right they were, u just couldn't close ur eyes....

Jay was reading his little book glasses over his nose flipping page after page pausing when he heard the knock on his door smirking after he let u come, scanning ur little night dress ur hair that was now in a ponytail not a trace of makeup on ur face, he closed his book putting in on his night stand waiting for u to do or say something leaning back on his chair manspreading a little bit in the process, u weren't sure what to say chewing on ur inner cheeks Jay sighed bored "what? are u just gonna stand there?" he let out, u approached him with slow steps ur brain thinking of something to do... U kneeled before him getting between his thighs resting ur hands on ur lap, that was all u could do really, Jay cocked his brow "idk what u r trying to do" he faked ignorance wanting u to express what u want with ur words as well, u pouted ur lips not knowing to do ur eyes on his crotch as ur thighs rubbed together trying to gain some friction, he clicked his tongue noticing ur actions hand grabing his member over his pants directing his words to u "u want that yeah?" he asked earning a nod from u, he tutted "use ur words!" he said as he started palming himself enjoying how ur eyes follows every movement "yes" was all u could get out.

"Then show me how bad u want it" he let go of his member as u leaned closer to it almost drooling at the bulge in front of u he stopped u shaking his head with a no "beg for it" he ordered his eyes piercing through u , and u gulped finally giving up "please", "please what?" he asked "what do u want?" he added "please fuck my mouth" u were really not in state to ask for that ur core complaining as u said these words but just couldn't resist the want of having him in ur mouth, at least not as u  r kneeling in front of him seeing  him manspread like that u'd be stupid to miss that!

His smirk got better u should thank god that he is so impatient or he would of want to hear u beg more "say less" he said lowering his pants u helped him getting rid of them "fuck u r so eager" u ignored his words getting his cock out of his underwear as he kicked them off as well ur mouth watering at the sight in front of u, he slaped his cock on ur face making u rub ur thighs more, he rolled ur ponytail in his hand bringing ur face closer rubbing his tip on ur lips, u opened ur mouth taking his tip first moaning as he lowered ur head making u take more of him,"i've been waiting to ruin ur cute mouth fuck" he pushed in thrusting deeper in ur throat, u gagged, lips stretching struggling to breath as he kept u in place for a moment before pulling out of u suddenly making the mix of his precum and ur saliva drip past ur chin, enjoying the mess he created he humed loving the way ur teary eyes are looking at him he went back to action, thrusting his hips in and out of ur mouth while stopping randomly to make sure u take all of him as he groan, his pace got faster both hands gripping ur hair tightly to control his movements "ur mouth feels so good i wonder how ur count will feel" he kept throwing these dirty words here and there making ur slick gush out of ur core to the floor, u were hardly breathing right now Jay holding ur head longer than earlier ur nose touching his public hair eyes rolling back as u feel him deep in ur throat tears and saliva all over ur face as he started moving again, u can feel him getting close by the way he twitched inside u as well as the animalistic speed he is thrusting with his groans feeling the room as he pulsated inside u his cum filling ur mouth "don't swallow" was all he said before taking his cock out of ur mouth stroking it some droplets landing on ur face.

"u look so good with my cum" he praised letting go of ur hair and u finally got a chance to have a better look at him, forehead sweating a little bit fuck he looks so good with glasses "u know u'd make a good cumdump" u moaned almost spilling the cum in ur mouth making him chuckle deeply "ohh? u like the idea!"

Ur jaw feels so uncomfortable and Jay could see that he tilted his head "what? is it starting to hurt?" u noded slowly trying ur best to keep everything in, Jay smiled at ur effort his hand removing the tie holding ur hair up, massaging ur scalp "okay u can swallow now" he said gently watching u carefully as u swallow everything opening ur mouth again to show him and u just loved the proud look he gave u.

"Well" he raised ur head helping u to stand up and straddle his lap, his index finger collected the small droplet that was on ur cheek taking it to ur mouth as u sucked on it swallowing,his other hand rubbing ur body over ur dress as he slide it up to get it out of the way throwing it somewhere at the floor, he admired ur skin for a moment "u r so beautiful" his fingers brushing over ur shoulder barely touching u making u feel goosebumps, ur hand wondering over his abs as he leaned to kiss u passionately, his bare cock made contact with ur core making u moan in the kiss Jay took his chance to rub his tongue on urs the kiss heating up as u started to grind on his crotch his free hand guiding ur hips movements before he stopped the kiss to tear ur underwear off earning another moan from u.

He grabed u from ur hips highening u up as he guided his cock to ur core, his tip brushing over ur folds slick everywhere "so fucking wet" he groaned as he pushed u lower on his cock stretching ur walls and u almost cried a bit relieved from the itchiness u were feeling this whole night, u dropped ur head on his shoulder as u feel every vein of his member, he kept his hold on ur hips fingers digging on ur skin as he helped u ride him slowly lowering u all the way take all of him making u bite on his skin before moving ur body upward until all is left inside is his tip. The pace started to get too slow for u, wanting more "faster please" getting a powerful smack on ur ass from his

"so needy ha? u can't even wait for a second" his hand made another contact with ur ass leading a high sound to skip ur lips "but still u waited all that time to come to this room" he pushed u all the way down now his eyes rolling now enjoying how tight u r "still i knew u'd come to me after all we both saw how much of a slut u r this afternoon" both of his hands now pushing u up and down fastly "u really are shameless ha! pretending like nothing happened afterwards" "fuck" he groaned again "ur squeezing so hard around me u like being called out ha?" his hips thrusting faster "u like to be reminded of how much of a slut you are" all u could do is nod ur nails digging on his scalp to steady urself ur moans never stopping "u r even fucking ur client now" his grip on u got tighter standing up from his chair still thrusting on u only to drop u on his bed pulling out of u manhandeling u on fours face pressed on his pillow as he arched ur back more "fuck u r dripping on the sheets" he exclaimed his cock grinding on u for a moment before entering u again u let out a cry trying to raise ur head but Jay was faster making sure ur face is down and it only turned u more, u can feel him so deep inside u hitting on ur spot over and over again, his free hand spanking ur cheeks every now and then until u felt it squeeze ur breast hard "so fucking soft" he moaned pushing into u with an animalistic speed the hand that was holding ur head left u to knead ur other boob

Jay leaned more over ur body this position allowed him to get deeper into u steadying himself with the grip he has on ur breasts u were getting so fucking close ur body shaking and squeezing around him "hold it m close as well fuck" it was so hard for u to do so, u've been denied multiple times today ur body not able to take it anymore but u tried ur best "fuck u feel so good i might just keep sticking my cock to u all the time" 

"please i can't hold it any more" u whined legs shaking as u felt him twitch inside u "okay u can f-ah cum" he groaned, all u could see is white eyes rolling as ur release hit u so hard moaning Jay's name multiple times u almost sound like a broken machine feeling his hot cum fill u to the brim.

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Okay idk what i wrote again but enjoy.

I still didn't started writting part 3 but m gonna try to not take a long time.

Again thank u for the likes and sweet comments 🥺🥺

Just note that idk a shit about this platform m still trying to figure it out lmao

Also sorry if there any typos i wrote this half asleep cause i wanted to get it as fast as i can for u guys

[angelltheninth]

hi hiiii your husband!Gun hc brighten up my day ╰(*°▽°*)╯

anyways may I request a Gun drabble with him seriously bruised from fighting and he took that excuse to see you for you to take care of his wounds (bc he knew that you'd worried for him, lol that bastard) and he kept asking disrupting questions for you to say "yes" while you were disinfecting his wounds until the final question of "will you be my gf" came out o((>ω< ))o

thank you and enjoy your vacation (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉

My vacation was so good! Had lots of fun and had a good rest.

Pairing: Gun Park x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, injuries, blood, kind of a love confession, teasing, becoming a couple

A/N: He wouldn't need to play mindgames with me. I'd just say yes no questions asked.

Gun grinned at you as you applied bandages to his bruises and bloody fists. As soon as you heard the sound of such heavy knocks on the door you knew who to expect but you didn't expect to see him so beat up. What was even more infuriating than his injuries, or almost as, was the way he made himself at home on your bed and waited patiently.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked and you tightened his bandage so hard he winced a bit. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes. You're crazy, why do you always come here anyway, at least go to the hospital when you get hurt."

He scoffed. A moment later he saw you giving him a worried look. "I'm tough. You know I can handle myself right? I'd worry more about the guys I left broken and bleeding in the street."

Listening to him talk about his fight didn't put your mind at ease at all.

"Yes, I know you can take care of yourself. But right now I'm the one doing the caretaking. I'm not saying I don't want to help you get better. I... Gun... promise me you'll at least try to get into less trouble." Somehow you felt like that wasn't gonna happen. This was Gun you were talking to after all.

"I could think about it. If... you agree to be my girlfriend?" He knew you were too focused on your work to properly think about what he just asked.

"Yes, okay, but you... huh?!" As your voice rose in pitch you felt his rough and bruised fingers tilt your chin up. He grinned down at you, his lip bleeding but his face showing no discomfort at all. "You... I didn't-"

"Oh but you did. I'm not letting you take it back. Now I don't have to go to the hospital, I've got a cute girlfriend to take care of me instead." He pressed his thumb across your bottom lip before cupping your warm cheek.

This man was unbelievable, using his injuries to ask you out, to ask you to be his girlfriend. "If you break your bones I'm breaking up with you."

[abiatackerman]

"Levi x Reader" Masterlist

Oneshots:

(Aot era)

Daddy's little rival

Just Levi and his son are fighting over you on a weekend afternoon!!!

Oops! Daddy said the "F" word?!

What happens when Levi accidentally curses in front of his own son? Of course his son starts repeating him too!

Interrupted by brats

What can be worse for Levi when the brats interrupt his kissing twice? You'll be leaving for a week and he can't even properly give you a goodbye kiss! He'll definitely punish the brats for this!!!!

Food fight and forgiven kisses

After having a rough fight with Levi, you decide not to eat anything. Being defeated by your stubbornness, Levi throws you over his shoulder to feed you himself.

Healing touches

Hiding sickness is nothing unexpected when it comes to Levi Ackerman, but he always fails to hide it from you. But he's not minding it since your soft touches never fails to heal him up.

Love lost, peace gained (angst)

"Congratulations to your marriage, Levi Ackerman. I hope you'll have a happy life."

You say smiling softly as you take your last look at him. Last look at him as "Your Levi"

Silly Jealousy

Doesn't matter if it's just a young recruit who has a crush on you, you're his! All he wants to do is throw this boy out of the window and cuddle you....

Sweet nothings to the baby bump

Nothing is more adorable than Levi talking sweetly with the baby who's currently in your bump... Who ever thought humanity's strongest soldier can be this gentle?

Sass War: Levi Vs Y/N

Why would Levi have to be the only one with a smart mouth? Nope, you're not gonna let him win this time... You'll have a "SWEET" fight with him over words today!

A stupid promise

Falling for a captain who's 10 years older than you was stupid. Making a promise with him in the middle of the night was stupider!

Morning kisses and pancakes

"Husband Levi Ackerman" cooks your breakfast while you sleep comfortably. Then gently waking you up he feeds you and it feels nothing but a dream to you two!

Sweet Banters

Levi scolds you for skipping meals, for not taking care of yourself. Instead of taking his concern seriously you tease Levi by calling him "Princess" and "Pookie", flustering him to your heart's content.

Period cramps

You never thought out of everyone, Levi Ackerman will massage your abdomen while you're having cramps.... It's not like you're complaining because it feels so good!

Together we fall, together we rise

Levi was on the verge of dying and was severely hurt but that didn't stop you from loving him or made his resolve weak. Rather the two of you vowed that you'll heal him so Levi will be able to kill Zeke himself!

Reverse "Healing Touches"

Just a description of "Boyfriend Levi Ackerman" taking care of her sweetest girlfriend while she's sick!

Frosty night, warm embraces

The cold is nothing compared to Levi's warmth.... You sigh with content and close your eyes, hugging him tightly and fall asleep with a smile...

BITE

A bite mark on your skin and you still expect Levi to remain calm? He doesn't care if it's a bug bite, only "HE" is the one who can bite you...

Too late (angst)

He thought you both had enough time and that's why he rejected you.... But this world is cruel... It never fails to show its cruelty to him...

Sweat Soaked Confessions

Typical Levi, who was sick, was pushing himself as far as could and was sweating due to the forced efforts. Getting mad you start to snap at him, but the snapping turns suddenly into something else.

Wine and drunken whispers

Nothing but Levi taking you to your room after you get drunk. Being the sweetest person he is, he takes care of you grumpily and stays with you until you fall asleep.....

Yandere talks

Why does each and every possessive word of him sound so sexy? His Yandere behaviour never fails to turn you on...

Red Date (NSFW)

Everything is red, your dress, your lips, the wine.... And your cheeks too after you and Levi share the intense kiss 💋

First date

Levi has finally invited you on a date, indirectly. Since it's Levi, he takes you to a calm countryside so that you both will be able to enjoy the beautiful sunset.

Falling asleep with Levi

Nothing can give you or Levi more peace than falling asleep together while cuddling. It's a dream for both of you......

Desk war and pencil swords

Just you and Levi, having sweet conversations and funny dramas while doing paperwork together....

(Modern Era) (Requests are open):

Detective Levi x Doctor Levi (NSFW)

You work in the same organisation where the best detective of your country, Levi Ackerman works. Since it's not a rare thing for you to heal him both physically and mentally, it also shouldn't be a surprising fact if you find out he likes you, right?

Teacher Levi x Student reader

You have an "open-secret" crush on the most stoic professor of your college, on Professor Levi Ackerman. When your crush calls you in his office room and asks if you can keep a secret or not, can you say no?

Additional:

Levi Ackerman as your boyfriend

This is how "I" head cannon Levi, as a boyfriend. You can head cannon him in your way and I have nothing against you. So please, no hate words.

"Levi month 24" event's oneshots

All the Oneshots are written on the different prompts of the event "Levi Month 24"

Personal headcanons and thoughts on Levi

How I headcanon Levi as a boyfriend/lover/husband. Also some random facts about him which are totally my personal thoughts.

[scenesniper]

You are my hero 😭 as a nonbinary afab person, I feel like almost all fanfics are meant for cis women. If it’s alright, could I request sfw &/or nsfw headcanons for Aesop please? It’s totally okay if not, thank you for your posts regardless 💜

☆ aesop carl ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / aesop carl x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / possession, jealous themes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, mutual & guided masturbation, clothed fingering, mentions of being sex obsessed

word count / 1,346 words

author's note / thank you anon, i'm honored to know that you seen with my works! i went a bit far while writing this and i'm honestly shocked as i thought i didn't write as much.

SFW

☆ aesop carl is a quiet, reserved man. he keeps to himself, something that everyone knows all too well. he’s neat and tidy, nothing is ever misplaced as long as it’s aesop carl’s belongings. visitors would visit the mortuary and the sight of aesop being in charge was considered to be a blessing in that little town, a good sign as yours or your loved one’s will would be properly passed on by his respectable hands.

☆ meeting you and getting to know you, he’s unsure on what to think of you as. you’re just an inexplicable mystery to him. in fact, there’ll probably be times where he would believe what he feels for you is loathing.

☆ if you’re quiet, he’ll still think of you as annoying albeit he’s fond to those silent. if you’re loud and chatty, he’ll want to just shut up and imagine you still and dead but then felt uncomfortable with the idea of you dead, a thought he’s unfamiliar with.

☆ he will find your presence more bearable over time but would keep to himself, only truly looking at you in the distance. he wouldn’t pursue you per se, it would start off slow, aesop believing he’s involving himself in your life with the occasional nod and a greeting regarding the time of day (which only happens little often as aesop doesn’t want to admit, he yearns for an emotional connection with you).

☆ if by a miracle, he shows a bit of himself to you, take that opportunity as fast as you can as he’s fast to hide back in his shell. aesop is a listener. if you have a lot to say, he’ll listen despite not being very interested in what people tend to say, he’ll hyperfocus on you. if you’re not much of a talker, he enjoys your silent company. he’s not very fond of small talk, he prefers long and detailed conversations with depth.

☆ aesop randomly thinking about you during his day, whether it’s when he’s doing his job or he’s out late at night with little to no energy but a mere little lunch, that’s when he knows that there is something about you that his subconscious just desires. aesop is a possessive and easily jealous man but even he, himself does not acknowledge that. he feels entitled over you.

☆ getting to date aesop carl, you will have to be very patient as he prefers having it at his pace. it’ll start off with his shoulders brushing against yours, a quick glance at your direction, discreetly holding your wrist. you seriously questioned if he even liked you.

☆ aesop is a private man and is not a big fan of intimacy or public displays of affection. he hasn’t touched many people in his life, minus the dead bodies that he has to attend to. so for that very reason, he’s highly sensitive to the touch of another.

☆ once he does get a bit more comfortable (which will still take quite some more time), he’s prone to being easily flustered by you and your actions. if you got too impatient by his advances and started to lead the relationship, he gets very flustered by avoiding your gaze and covering his mouth, inadvertently unaware that he’s wearing a face covering.

☆ kissing with aesop is like a quick dream. not that it’s heavenly, but it goes by so far you can barely register anything of it and question what it even was. at first, he’ll give you quick pecks on the lips and call it a day. as you grow closer with him, those quick pecks would turn into needy kisses for you.

☆ he needs to feel you, skin to skin. your warmth and your little quiver, memorize the shape of your lips and mold his mouth with yours. he’s an absolute messy kisser (and not that very good with it). he’ll try to reciprocate your actions if you try your best to amend his awkward kissing but it’s all for naught. aesop is a fast learner and will learn but when he wants you, no, needs you, and you’re looking at him with that beautiful look that he so loves. he’s just going to go in with no thoughts attached behind it.

NSFW

☆ aesop isn’t the kind to touch himself, really, he’s never paid attention to his physical needs. never having anything to really think about while touching himself, he found it completely dull and tiring. until you, his muse. he’ll pleasurably touch himself to thought of you inside the confines of his bedroom with only a singular candle, its’ light dying away deep in the night. the guilt questionable as he got off more to how disrespectful he felt.

☆ having sex with aesop, he sees sex as something so intimate that it should only be kept in the bedroom and the bedroom only. he will be viewing your body more of like an examination as he does with corpses, his gaze not timid. he’ll touch the areas he’s expecting reactions from you and drag his gloved finger on your body, just for you to squirm over his cold touch.

☆ he’s average in size, it’s skinny but he does know how to use it. he loves doing all sorts of positions with you, each night a new position. he wants to feel all sorts of intimacy with you in every way possible. he loves to pin your hands above your head, your wrists would over time begin to strain from the pressure he’s giving your wrists.

☆ if you wear lipstick, he loves it plastered all over his collar. he finds it so appealing. he absolutely loves tears in the bedroom and god does he have an orgasm fixation. cry for him, whine for him, beg for him. gasp his name and hold him tight by his shoulders or grip his thighs. he loves to wipe your tears. “shh darling.. you’re so good so far.”

☆ mutual and guided masturbation. he loves being enchanted by the sight of you, staring at him in such a vulnerable state. he can’t contain himself, he has to touch himself as well. he loves guided masturbation for both ways, especially you directing him where he can and where he can’t touch to those areas that needs the most attention. he loves to be in control of your autonomy in this way, hearing you beg him. it’s serene.

☆ he doesn’t like the being all sweaty and your heated bodies touching one another so most of the overstimulating is from him fingering you. he does it with his gloves, in a trance every time he sees your essence staining his clothed fingers by the end of it every night. he loves to admire your cum seeping out but quickly tries to clean it up with his fingers as he’s not a big fan of the mess.

☆ once aesop has felt and got sex on his mind, he’s going to be completely sex obsessed. he’s always thinking about you with little to no clothing, in a cute little lace lingerie. those are the thoughts that’s been keeping him going after a tiring day at work. all he can think about is him being inside you, his fingers on your body and inside that perfect spot that he knows will have your back arching every time.

☆ aftercare with aesop is him always cleaning up. there will always be a bath followed immediately after he finishes changing the sheets and wiping your body off, preferably bathing together as he feels after a physically charged act with one another, this simple act of familiarity makes it feel more like he’s living.

☆ after the bath, he will rest in bed with you either being up for a few more minutes thinking about the littlest of things and salvage the importance of this memory. he’ll lean in with a forehead kiss, for the first few moments in his life, he’s finally content with his life. “rest well, doll.”

[soobinsonly1bf]

hello ! do you think you could write something for comfort sex from yeonjun? (its perfectly okay if not :)) ive just been having a really shit week and the yeonjun tag is so dry rn bc ive read everything 😞 also welcome to tumblr!! 💗💗

of course i can write it!! also, i hope you feel better already😭 if not, then i just hope this one-shot will make you feel better for at least a few minutes!! and oh god, I'M SO SO SORRY that it took me so long... i couldn't find any motivation to finish it😓

yeonjun + comfort sex

warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, softdom!yeonjun, sub!reader, fluff, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, soft sex, crying (while cumming), use of pet words (babe, baby, love), a little bit of angst implied at the end??

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

it was a hard day for you, so now you were just laying on your bed, cuddling to the pillow. suddenly you hear the front door opening and you can't help, but smile softly.

"hi, babe!" yeonjun greets loudly. "i'm back!" he says and after some minutes, he walks into the room with a smile. when he looks at you, his expression changes, now to a worried one. "hey, are you alright? you look tired as hell..." he says as he comes near the bed, gently sitting next to your legs.

"yeah, i don't feel really good today. it was a... really hard week. you know, the whole stress and- and everything." you admit, but still smile at him.

"is there something i can do for you? i can make a dinner or just tidy up or buy you something or cuddle. anything that would make you feel at least a little bit better." he says and takes your hand in his, gently stroking your hand with his thumb.

"wanna kiss..." you mumble suddenly, kinda embarrassed that it came out of your mouth without really thinking.

he chuckles. "yeah? you just want some kisses? come here, love..." he says and pulls you closer to him, placing your head on his lap. he starts kissing gently all over your face, except on the lips.

"yeonjun..." you whine and he immidiately knows what you mean, because he leaves a gentle peck on your lower lip, then another and another... it's still not enough tho. "i want a proper kiss." you say with a small pout.

"why are you so impatient today, huh?" he laughs softly, soon pressing his lips into yours, now slightly harder. you look at him with a disappointed look as he moves away.

"and since when it is a proper kiss? what are we, highschoolers?" you say, slightly frustrated.

"just say if you want a makeout session." he laughs and soon you're laying just like before he got home... but now with him on top of you. he's kissing you, now properly, more passionately, with more pressure. you still feel how soft, how careful he is with you, just like his lips could crush yours if he was too rough.

you can't help a giggle leaving your lips right into the kiss and he slowly moves away, looking at you with his head tilted to the side. "what?" he asks, confused.

"nothing... you're just too sweet." you giggle again and pull him into another kiss. you just love it, his lips gently caressing yours. it's all full of love, warming your heart and making your worries disappear.

soon it all became more heated, more desperate to just feel each other, to show your love. he was leaving soft kisses along your jaw, slowly getting closer to your neck and kissing all over it too. you couldn't find a spot where he didn't left a peck...

"still feeling bad?" he chuckles, looking you in the eyes. you really can see how he looks at you, how much his gaze says. how much he truly loves you and cares about you.

"just a little bit." you say, now just kinda curious of what he's gonna do.

"i think i know exactly how to make you feel good... if you want?" he asks, licking his lips. oh you know exactly what that means.

"you're seriously asking?" you chuckle and you don't even know when and how he got in between your thighs, your pajama pants already on the floor...

"gonna make you feel so good, baby... stay still for me." he says and soon you feel him licking throughout the entire length of your cunt. you gasp at the sudden friction and he immidiately looks up at you, not moving his face away. "alright?" he asks and you simply nod.

he starts his work again, first slowly and gently, just licking your clit, kissing it too from time to time. oh he definitely has fun... soon his lips and tongue start moving faster, slightly harder against your pussy.

his fingers slowly make their way to you too, spreading your folds. he's lapping at your entrance, his tongue trying to get inside, but in reality just teasing you, making you desperate to feel full, to finally have his cock inside.

you clench around nothing, whining quietly. "please..." you whimper and you don't have to tell him twice. he slips two of his fingers at once inside of your warm pussy, already so wet for him.

it takes just a few thrust of his long fingers and a few more licks on your clit, and you're already feeling how close you are. "fuck, baby- so so close..." you mumble and soon you're clenching around nothing again, cumming hardly on his fingers that haven't stopped going in and out of you through your orgasm.

"so good for me... god, you're so beautiful like this, you know that?" he slips his fingers out of you and to your surprise – stands up. you relax again as you see him taking the condoms from the night stand, pulling his pants and boxers off in one go and exposing his already hard dick... so hard just from eating you out.

he pulls the condom on his cock, stroking it a few times. "you're wet enough, aren't you?" he says teasingly, but also genuinely asking.

"yeah, it's alright, just- just please, put it in." you say quickly, already raising your legs and getting in his favorite position. your wet cunt on the display just for him, ready to take his cock... god, the things you do to him.

he doesn't hesitate, just slowly slips his dick inside of you. you realized just now how much you needed this, your love stretching you out oh so prefectly. "i love you so much..." he says suddenly and makes the first thrust.

soon you're both just moaning your names and "i love you"s constantly. his hands holding your thighs, thrusting in a steady, slow rhythm. there's no need to rush things, the only thing important to the both of you is to make each other feel good and loved.

"i'm gonna cum soon..." he admits, keep on looking you in the eyes. he just loves you so much, it really shows with everything he does and says. it's not fucking, it's just making love for the both of you. it makes your heart melt when you see how lovingly he stares at you, taking your every expression, every little grimace.

"it's alright, i'm already close too." you say with a soft smile. you pull him closer to you, now his head in the crook of your neck. he leaves small kisses on your neck and shoulder, showering you with even more love.

you feel your orgasm hitting you once again.. but this time tears starts flowing down your cheeks. you're confused, but not wanting to worry him, you just ignore it, focusing on your release.

"fuck, love, i'm- oh fuck..." he moans, filling up the condom. he thrust a few more times and slip out of your literally drenched pussy. he takes his head away from your neck, looking at you. his expression immidiately changes when he sees your tears. "oh god, are you okay? did i do something wrong? did i hurt you? shit, i'm so so sorry..." he starts panicking, but you shut him up with a kiss.

"hey, it's okay, you didn't do anything, don't worry... i just- i noticed that sometimes it is like this." you sigh, taking him by his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss again.

"don't scare me like that ever again..." he says, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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a/n: okay guys funfact!! if someone doesn't know: if you're crying while orgasming and it seems like there's no reason, it might be because you feel sad, lonely, unloved or because of some trauma.

[s1m0nth3swag]

Don't mind me just giving short drabbles because I'm sitting in class and I'm bored :3

Leon is the love of my life and uhm domestic headcanons will forever be my favourite

live laugh love Leon Scott Kennedy <3

Leon grumbles as you practically push him onto the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you with his adorable blue eyes - for everything he's gone through, he still has that puppy look about him when he's with you. He pouts softly, sighing as you rummage through various cabinets and successfully find what you had been looking for - the Bleach and Toner he usually uses on his hair. Even though Leon is the one that has been complaining about the way his hair looks for the last week, he also absolutely despises getting it done. So instead, he normally would do it himself - which he was too lazy to do this time. Still, nothing but complains about how awful his hair looked grown out like this, how it was getting too long. You were a little fed up, to say the least. Now, you had enough and pushed him into the bathroom, determined to fix his hair issue.

[Helping Leon dye his hair - Some time after RE2, but also fits for RE4 | Leon most definetly dyes his hair blonde and then stops sometime after RE4 because he gets lazy (and a lil depressed) but as someone with dyed hair it's a pain each time imo]

He huffs and sighs and pouts the entire time, while you can't help but giggle a bit at the sight, especially with how ridiculous he looks once the Bleach is setting - you curse yourself for not having your phone nearby to take pictures. Leon would fight you over it anyway, and seriously, he was stronger than you - Government mandated Training and all. The now blonde haired only calms down once you finally rinse for the last time, hair still wet as he stares at you, swiftly shaking his head like a dog, sending droplets flying through the room. You scream slightly, laughing as you feel them hit your skin and clothes, trying to shield yourself. Leon chuckles softly, grabing your hips as he pulls you towards him, resting his head against your chest. A smile places itself on your lips, uncaring that your shirt was now properly soaked as you listen to his soft murmurs of thank yous.

[Vendetta Leon with a (much) younger partner - aka Leon and the internet | your honor what if I love older men]

You hold back a laugh as you hand Leon your phone, a funny meme on it that you had found while randomly scrolling social media for hours. He stares at it, his face scrunching in confusion as he looks up at you, holding your phone as if he didn't know what to do with it. You weren't fully surprised, it had already been a hassle to get him to upgrade his flip phone to a proper smartphone. You can't help but grin, and he sighs heavily. "Your humor will be the death of me one day, what is this, love?" He grumbles, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes as you sit beside him, snuggling into his side as you start explaining the meme - in the end only earning a soft chuckle from the older guy, a simple show of endearment.

[Leon with the kitten he said he didn't want - RE4 Leon | He loves cats, you can't tell me otherwise]

He stares down at the small creature, watching as it desperately tries to climb up his leg, meowing in desperation. Leon didn't want a pet, at all. Especially not a cat that wouldn't be able to defend you or the home - he sighs as he thinks of all the puppies at the shelter that would've done a great job at that. He picks the small animal up, placing it in his lap, where it promptly flops down and starts purring. His heart isn't melting. Not one bit.

Only a few days later you practically have to pry the cat from Leon if you wanted to even have a second with it. It was crazy, at first Leon had said it would never get into the bedroom or bathroom, now it was allowed to snuggle up to him in bed and even follow him whereever he went. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he loved the cat a little more than he loved you. At least when you found him during his midday nap, and with the kitten on top his chest.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Forest Guardian pt.2

Daryl Dixon x reader [pt.1]

Your second day in the woods goes nowhere near how you thoight it would go, but at least it ends nicely.

Teeny bit of nsfw at the start.

Back behind the curtain to the makeshift sink and cleaning station Daryl took a couple of minutes to make sure you had fallen asleep and unfolded the magazine he grabbed before. Merle insisted in stashing some dirty magazines in his supply drops from time to time. "In case he got lonely."

Not that he really used them, he didn't care for it at all. But now with you hanging around all day and showing him care he felt it affecting him. Luckily he still knew how to behave and not hop into bed to have his way with you.

So he had to make do with the models on the pages to satisfy his urges. If he covered their faces he could imagine it was your nude body he was staring at while he worked himself to his release as quietly as possible. His hand would never feel as good as yours. Or maybe your lips, even if he was kind enough to you. The idea alone was enough to help him over the edge, finishing all over his hand.

He felt disgusting after he cleaned himself up. When he got back he could barely fall asleep, hyper aware of you just a few feet away, sleeping in his cot, on his mattress. Under his blanket.

Morning couldn't arrive fast enough, even his dreams were plagued with images of you and he woke up feeling like hell had finally gotten its nasty claws on him. He needed to busy himself with something, whatever he could find to distract his mind. So he chose to start preparing for today's hunting trip. He'd have you come along to help foraging so you needed a bag for yourself too. And tools for hunting, gathering plants and also for protection. He wouldn't admit it, but he was having fun with it.

Daryl was already up when you awoke, he was quietly emptying a small bag.

You stretched and yawned, sitting up slowly. "Morning.." your voice was scrapy and your back sore. "Man, how do you have a spine left with this bed?"

He turned to face you, a soft huff of a laugh leaving him. "City girl whinin'."

You almost took offense, but shrugged it off, not having the energy to argue right now. You'd have to get used to living with a shitty bed if you were going to stay.

"So, what's the plan? Do you have food?" You were slouched over on the cot, already cranky with how your stomach was actively grumbling for food, and the lack of fancy breakfast and coffee.

"Get up 'n I'll get ya food. Goin' out after."

You worked yourself off the cot and towards Daryl who had moved around and handed you a piece of jerky.

"This is breakfast?" You eyed the slab with caution, turning it on your hands with uncertanty. "I seriously hope this is just wild boar or something." You wiggled the piece of dried meat at him, and before you had a chance to pull your hand back Daryl had snatched the food from your hand. "F'ya don' wan'it I'll eat it."

"What? No! Give it please.." You drew out the wine, pouting at him and got the jerky back, gnawing on it to still your hunger.

When you were finally ready to head out, which took way too long according to Daryl, you two were out the door.

"So, where are we going? You're barely sharing anything here." You were following his steps, a shaking hand still holding onto the bag he gave you.

"Yer gon' need this." Daryl had given you a small crossbody bag earlier and showed you its contents one by one.

A small knife, for foraging. Plants only.

A large hunting knife, for meat.

And a handgun. "Daryl, why am I taking this?"

You didn't even want to touch it, but Daryl made sure to show you how to hold it properly, even if it bothered him to hell and back to have to get so up close and personal with you and keep his body under control.

"Yer goin' out in the woods. Ya need protection." He had placed everything in the bag and handed it to you. "An' I ain't handin' y'a shotgun." He slung his own weapon over his shoulder, a throwing axe strapped to his waist along with his knives and a crossbow in his hand.

"I got you. You got a whole arsenal. Why do I need the gun.." It was clear you weren't comfortable with it. Still you were outside with him, heading into the woods to do god knows what.

Watching your step quickly became watching his broad shoulders move in his tight long sleeve shirt. You didn’t even hear him talk to you until he stopped because of you not responding and walked straight into his back.

“M try’na be nice ‘ere, takin’ y’out the door an’ y’aint even listnin’.” His one good eye stared into your soul, intimidating being an understatement and having you immediately straighten up and nod vigorously. “Yes! No, I'm sorry..” You stared at your shoes and got a pat on the shoulder, leading you to move on.

You were the one gathering the edible plants while Daryl was off but still in view, hunting an animal you didn’t see. Busying yourself plucking the plant as instructed you were caught off guard by a gunshot, a pained grunt and screams of agony that made you shoot up and go check the situation. You saw Daryl first, hunched over and bleeding with a dead guy who had an axe buried in his chest.

A second guy was staring In panic before turning on his heels and running off.

“Shoot ‘em. For fuck’s sake!” You set off in a sprint, hands shaking as you dug for the gun, talking yourself into doing it for real, doing it to save Daryl. You followed his path, having stopped running and looked through the sight as Daryl showed you and pulled the trigger.

You missed.

The shot was close enough to make him jump as lose his footing. You had to do it now, there was no other choice.

You took the shot with shaking hands, but it hit. You did what Daryl asked of you.

Daryl. “Fuck.”

Leaving the body you set out to sprint back to where he got attacked and saw him lay on his back, the shirt he wore torn up to bind his bleeding wound. He saw you come into view and gave you new instructions.

“Merle, get ‘im fer me.” He was in a lot of pain, so you insisted in helping him dit up against a tree. “How? My car is gone, remember?” You had a whole fit this morning before you set out, not seeing your car where you parked it the day before.

“Walkie, cabinet next to the door..” His hand weakly smacked your shoulder to set you in motion, watching you run off in the direction of the cabin.

You found the thing fairy quick, pressing the button and calling out. “Merle? Are you there?”

Answer. Again. “Merle! Daryl needs help for fuck’s sake, answer this thing.”

“Merle!” Your voice was shaking when he answered.

“The hell’s a lady’s voice callin’ on mah brother’s channel. Ain’cha supposed ta be dead?”

Wait, dead? “What the fuck dude? You sent me there on purpose?” You were fuming now, blood boiling but there was no time to fight. “Get your ass over here, Daryl got shot and he needs help”

You wanted to toss the walkie in frustration, but kept it on you as you went through your bag for the simple first aid kit you took and ran back to where you left Daryl.

He came into view in the distance was still sitting against the tree, head slumped to the side. You almost tripped over your own feet as your stomach turned itself inside out and you fell to your knees, puking up that little thing you ate for breakfast. Tears ran down your face and you couldn’t stop the sobbing but you had to get up and move on. Daryl needed you.

Wiping your mouth with your sleeve you got back up and got to his side, unpacking the kit but finding nothing that you knew how to use to patch a bullet wound. You had used up some stuff already to patch his previous wounds that by now weren't even bothering him anymore.

All you could do now was press the leftover gauze to the wound and wait for Merle to arrive.

It didn't take long for the pickup truck to arrive and Merle hopping out to check his brother's wounds. "Gotta load 'im in the back, help me wouldya."

You managed to get Daryl laid in the truck bed, but watched as Merle made his way into the woods. "Where's them boys ya shot? Gotta clean 'em up 'fore we head back."

With a sigh you pointed him in the direction of the one furthest away while you took the one close by. It was a hassle and a half to get the dead weight lifted and thrown into the vehicle on your own, but you managed by the time Merle got back with the other body slung over his shoulder. You followed his movements as he tossed the body in the back with no care at all and closed the latch. "Ya watch him, I'll head to his cabin."

You got comfortable and steadied yourself for the ride, keeping a close eye on Daryl who was still breathing as of now. The ride was a short one and Daryl was on his cot with minimal issues.

You worked on getting Daryl's wound accessible while Merle quickly threw a tarp over the corpses in his truck. When he came back he saw your shaking hands and came to help immediately. "Move over, ya see an exit wound?" You shook your head, realizing you had to go fish it out of him with whatever backwoods methods you had to use.

Daryl stirred with each prod of Merle's tools, your weight barely enough to hold the man down.

"Ya gotta git'yer back into it, girlie! Can't get tha' damn bullet outta him." Merle complained about Daryl's stirring constantly until he had enough and shoved the medical tools into your hands.

"I'll hold. You pry the thing outta his side." He made you swap places and held his brother down with all his might as your shaking hands rested on Daryl's skin, needing a second to steady yourself before you could try yo get the bullet out.

"Ya got this. Slow 'n steady, jus' like tha'." Merle's voice had gone soft and almost comforting in a way, it helped your nerves and after some gut wrenching moments you got the bullet out and leaving a gross, bleeding hole. "Tha's it, now press this on."

He handed you a cloth to press on the wound. "Ya know how ta sew?"

You looked at him with true horror in your eyes while he dug for thread and a needle, but nodded.

“Good! Sew ‘im up ‘fore he bleeds out.” One of his hands moved to hold the cloth in place until you got your nerves in check while to other one handed you the items to close Daryl’s wounds.

With an intake of breath you squeezed Daryl’s flesh together, and pushed the needle through as you breathed out.

In. Squeeze. Out. Thread.

A few more times to close the wound entirely, snipping the thread as Merle worked to patch up the stitches with a gauze and medical tape.

Merle didn’t stick around much long after. He helped you clean up and left some supplies behind for you, giving you something that sounded like an apology before heading out the door.

You were alone now.

Daryl had passed out while you sewed the wound shut and was snoozing away comfortably now. Or at least he looked comfortable.

You went to pull a blanket over his body when you remembered his wounds from yesterday, deciding now that he was out of it anyways you’d tend to those as well. You thanked him quietly for wearing a sleeveless shirt, being able to reach the wound on his upper arm easily.

You unwrapped the bandage and found the wound healed enough to leave it uncovered.

It had been less than twenty-four hours and his wound looked like it had done a week's worth of healing.

You left it as is, and went to unwrap the wound on his torso for an inspection too. That one had the same, one day old and no longer in need of covering up.

'The hell?' You were unsure how to react to what you were seeing. This shouldn't be possible, right? No one has such good health that those'd heal so quick, especially not someone living in the woods. No way that's a side effect of cannibalism.

"Tha's twice ya saved me, now." Daryl's tired voice made you jump up and away from the cot, but his wince as he let out a laugh had you back at his side in a second.

"You should sleep some more, moving's bad for the wound." Your hand rested on his chest, a kind gesture to accompany your suggestion. A deep sigh left Daryl's lips as he got comfortable, laying on his back a bit off to the side of the cot. But not without grabbing a fistful of your sweater and pulling you down against his uninjured side, moving you without any trouble. "Yer joinin' me. 'Msure yer head's goin' crazy after whatya had ta do."

You couldn't protest at all, even injured he held you down with ease, so you chose to settle down beside him.

His chest was so soft, comfortable as a pillow and his whole body ran hot, like your personal heater. It was surprisingly nice to cuddle up with him.

What caught you off guard, though, was the feeling of Daryl's lips softly pressing against your forehead. You didn't dare to move, shock taking over and keeping you frozen in place. You tried to focus on your breathing but all you could focus on was the touch of his lips, the shape of his scars prominent against your skin.

It didn't feel like any other kisses you had ever gotten. Not because of Daryl's scarred face, but because of the feeling it brought you. It radiated a comfortable fuzzy feeling that had you doze off in a matter of minutes.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

NSFT Alphabet: Frederick Kreiburg

I didn't realize I had a lot of feelings about him until writing this

Warnings: trauma

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Frederick is touch starved without actually knowing it. He knows he appreciates your affection and how you often give him attention with it, but to give it back is different. He does wipe you down, cleaning the mess between your legs and his after takes a second to gather himself. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, it is sad but probably the only thing of value he sees of himself physically. I know it overused “hands” but as a musician, it is all he has next to his ears. He likes your eyes, your eyes that watch him when he plays. Your eyes stare in wonder as he explains his pieces to you. Your eyes reflect himself and how they see him as him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is not one for the mess, rather cum on you than in you to wipe it off but there are moments when he gets jealous that he will cum inside of you. He will make sure you feel it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Foot fetish and no it is not sucking toes. It is devotion, slipping your shoes off, massaging them, kissing the top of your foot up to your knee. It is a worship, his complete attention on you, to have you at ease. It is also a big submissive act for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a lot. Frederick only slept with barely a handful and was not enjoyable for him. It was done because of his position as a wealthy musically talented man, he did what was expected of him— Nothing more.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Frederick is not creative so missionary usually or doggy style when he gets possessive-ish. Not creative.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Frederick is at first serious, too serious. It kinda is intimidating. You make him laugh, help him enjoy the moment and show it this doesn't have to be taken so seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not much hair, and a little happy trail. He usually shaves it off, it is uncomfortable for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Frederick can be romantic. But again he is intense and focus; you gotta help him get out of that “automatic” mode.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't, just doesn't see the point or care for it. He has however enjoyed watching you masturbated

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Frederick is not a kinky person, he is vanilla (outside if foot festish). Maybe you can introduce him to some things, but you gotta respect that he might not do those things too. It could overwhelm him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, very private man.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent, meaningful conversation, and the debates you have with him about anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Voyeurism, Exhibitionist, he really can't do those

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving, can give back but he likes sees you service him 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Average slow then building up to fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No. He refuses, do this properly or not at all.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

No risk, but will experiment with minor cross dressing. Nothing big, just little things that make him look sexy (lingerie or light makeup).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

One or two rounds. Foreplay helps.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No and yes. It makes him have mix feelings until you both try it on each other then he will okay it for special occasions.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

25% unfair. Teases but gives in easily. It depends on his mood though too. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Frederick hates that he is loud, he used to silence himself with others because his moans are loud and not “masculine groaning” enough. With you, he learned you enjoy it and became something he no longer had to hide with you. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Frederick, to me, seems like he was objectified. Being both talented, a man of status, and a Kreiburg; he had to do whatever was expected of man of that time. He has issues with his masculinity because he was both a man with power but yet used like a man with no power. He was heavily sought after by women and often pushed into having sex. It left him with body image issues and a level of disdain towards sex. He only offered it to you as a form of using it over you until you tell him your feelings for him are genuine. He stops having sex with you for a while, learning self love with you. Frederick needs it, he needs someone gentle but strong for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average, sorry lol 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not high, it low actually 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends on if you tire him out lol tbh he sleeps easily and very well because he is safe with you

[gamergirl-niffler]

Emergency! I recently injured my knee during a walk with my rottie. She pulled on the leash forcefully after spotting a squirrel, causing me to fall on the sidewalk. The impact was on my right knee, resulting in not only a bruise but also intense pain that makes walking difficult. A consultation revealed a slight injury to my meniscus, fortunately not too serious. Can I request a comforting scenario involving Dabi and Bakugo with their respective girlfriends in a similar situation? kocham! ♥

OH MY POOR SWEETHEART!!!

I hope this will make you feel a little better!

Dabi and Bakugo(+BONUS) x hurt!girlfriend

Dabi

- When he sees you limping back inside, he is confused. "The hell even happened?!"

- Doggo looks happy like nothing ever occurred.

- When you tell him what happened during the walk, his first reaction is an outburst of laughter.

- Sure! It's cruel but he can't help it! You let the dog pull you?! And you always claimed to be OH SO STRONG.

- However, when he notices the rips in your pants on the knee high and the blood, he sighs and helps you to the kitchen.

- There, he helps you out of the ripped jeans.

- Touya easily picks you up and sits you down on the counter to make it easier for himself.

- While you whine about how cold the counter is, Touya is busy getting stuff he needs to clean your poor knees. You need those for him, obviously.

- He doesn't listen to your whimpers that "it's cold!” or "it stings" but once he is done, he wraps your knees in gauze and bandages to make it more comfortable for you.

- In the end he places a kiss to each of your knees to take all the pain away.

- Touya keeps an eye on your knees.

- He is making sure they heal properly and that they don't cause you any trouble.

Bakugo

- Seriously? You are such a weakling that you let a dog pull you? 

- Of course he is annoyed by your cries and whines so he finally snatches you up to move you to the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet.

- Say bye-bye to your beloved jeans, he easily rips them above your knees. At least you have a new pair of shorts to show your legs off once they heal.

- Surprisingly he is pretty knowledgeable in what he is doing.

- He is so good that you can barely realize that he is cleaning your knees and wrapping them in bandages.

- Oh course Katsuki scolds you for not being careful enough.

- The dog also collects a heavy scolding for running after a smaller animal and pulling you.

- After that, you are taken to the bed or to the couch so you can rest and relax.

- Katsuki will NEVER admit that he is simply worried about you.

- Similar to Touya, he will make sure your recovery is going well, giving you even more scolding for not being careful. 

BONUS

(Bc I love ya!)

Enji:

- You return from walking the dog and start to avoid him.

- At first he doesn't pay much attention to it. You are always quiet, so it wasn't anything odd.

- Once he sees you he notices your fake smiles and the way you walk, trying to make it look as natural as possible.

- You are basically forced to show Enji what happened. 

- After you show him and explain what happened on the walk, you get a scolding BUT to your own surprise it's not about the walk... It's about you not telling him earlier.

- When he is done, he just pulls you into a hug and then scoops you up. You are taken to the bathroom so he can take care of your knees. 

- Enji Todoroki is FAR from being a nurse so all he can do is some basic first aid.

- Of course on the next day you are taken to a private doctor. Just to be sure you didn't get hurt too badly.

- No matter the damage, Enji will help you around until you feel better.