#and they then say if youre not comfortable with it youre not welcome

[i-dared-myself]

The Bet

Seungmin x reader x Bang Chan

In which Seungmin has something to prove and no respect

18+ This is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written (Yet, heheh. I have something else sitting in my drafts) so BE WARNED. This contains some mxm so if you’re not comfortable you’re more than welcome to move on

“Weird,” you mutter to yourself as you walk through your front door. Usually you are the last one home, but it seems like the apartment is empty tonight.

“Hello?” you call as you kick your shoes off. “Seungmin? Chan?”

When no response comes, you text them quickly. You’re slightly worried, but it’s not completely unheard of for their jobs to keep them late.

You grab a set of pans and put them on the stove, bringing out ingredients for dinner too. It isn’t your night to cook, but being helpful never hurts.

Your phone dings from where you left it on the counter. You check it to see that Seungmin messaged saying he and Chan are almost home.

You open a bottle of wine, just needing something to relax with. As you pour a glass the door slams open.

“Seungmin?” Your eyebrows knit together in concern as your boyfriend storms right up to you. His fingers curl through your hair and he bends you over the kitchen counter, cheek squishing against the cold marble. “What are you-“

“Shh,” he coos gently. Seungmin presses up against you, body heavy against yours. “I’ll fuck you so good that you can’t walk straight for days after. How does that sound?”

You grope at the counter in shock, hands clenching and unclenching. “Seungmin? What are you- Where’s Chan?”

“Right here, baby,” Chan says as he shuts the door. It clicks behind him before he wanders closer. “Need something? My cock, maybe?”

“What are you both doing?” you demand. “Seungmin! Chan! Explain yourselves!”

“Seungmin and I made a little bet,” Chan tells you as he rolls up his sleeves, exposing the skin of his forearms. “He thinks he can be a better dom than me.”

“And how do I come into this?” You squirm back against Seungmin. “I don’t see how it’s my problem.”

“We’re gonna test it on you.” Seungmin rolls his hips into you experimentally. “So who do you want to fuck you first? Me, or whiny Chan? He’s so tired today I don’t think he’ll even be able to get it up…”

“Watch it!” Chan snaps. “I’ll bend you over my lap, bet or no bet.”

Seungmin snorts and drags you over to the couch. “Who will it be, baby? Me, or old man Bang?”

Chan huffs. “Second strike, Seungmin. There’s still respect that needs to be upheld.”

“You first.” You lean up to kiss Seungmin, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He eagerly returns the affection, pressing against you. 

You scoot further down the couch so there’s more room for him. Seungmin takes his place between your legs, throwing a pillow away.

“By the time I’m done with you, it’ll be past the old man’s bedtime.” Seungmin’s eyes glint mischievously as he slips a hand down your pants. His index finger finds your clit and circles it once, then twice before he adds, “I’ll fuck you again for him.”

Chan suddenly grips Seungmin’s hair and rips him away from you. The other man lets out a short cry as he’s tossed to the other side of the couch.

“Chan!” you protest as you reach for Seungmin. “He was about to fuck me!”

“Not anymore.” Chan grins at you, all dimples and joy before he turns to Seungmin, and it fades away. Now he’s angry and sexy, and you want him so bad.

You huff and scoot up further against the arm of the couch. “Well I was promised sex, and I don’t care who does it, as long as someone gives it to me.”

Chan laughs as he fists Seungmin’s hair, dragging him off the couch. He forces his head down to the floor until Seungmin’s cheek is smushed.

“Really?” Chan looks down at him with an eyebrow raised. His eyes glint darkly. “That’s the best you can arch your back?”

Seungmin struggles to lift his head, eventually just spitting out, “Fuck you.”

“Ah, so he’s in one of those moods.” Chan glances over his shoulder at you. “I bet he didn’t even want to dom you. He just wanted to fight me a little bit.”

You nod in agreement, sprawling out on the furniture. “Probably. He always likes his punishments. More so than rewards.”

Chan smiles at you softly, his hand still clasped tightly around Seungmin’s wrists. “Can you go bring me the cuffs, baby? Then I’ll give you what you want.”

You nod and rush off to the drawer that they’re kept in. You pass them to Chan and watch as Seungmin’s hands are restrained behind his back.

“There you go.” Chan pats Seungmin’s cheek condescendingly. “Now you can’t touch yourself either.”

Seungmin pushes himself up to a sitting position, glowering at Chan. His gaze flicks to you before back to him. “Come on! All I did was tease a little!”

Chan hooks his arms under Seungmin’s armpits and drags him to the corner, chuckling when Seungmin tries to bite him. “It’s the lack of respect, Seungmin. If I’m going to let you fuck her-“

“She’s my girlfriend too!” Seungmin protests.

“There have to be rules,” Chan finishes. “Such as respecting me, and no talking back. Now, I’m going to fuck her, and then if you’re lucky and I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you have her.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes defiantly. “You just wanted to go first before it was your bedtime, didn’t you? You could’ve just said, old man.”

Chan smiles and laces his hand together. “Is that right? You really think so?”

Seungmin hums in confirmation. “Yeah. I know that you can’t fuck her good enough.”

Chan’s expression is still light-hearted, which is what scares you the most. He has a lot of patience, but when it’s worn out he snaps hard.

“I’ve changed my mind on what’s happening tonight,” Chan declares. He looks back at you pleasantly. “Undress.”

You cross your arms. “Do I have a say in this?”

Chan turns his gaze to you. “Do you not want us?”

You shift. “Okay fine, I do.”

“Then undress while I take care of him.” Chan points his chin to Seungmin. “We can’t just leave him there to watch. Might as well give him something to struggle with.”

Seungmin’s eyes widen a bit and you can see his throat flex as he swallows. You’re not worried. He knows his signals for if it’s too much and needs to stop.

You hear a bottle cap being uncapped, but don’t pay it much mind. You strip out of your pants and shirt, quickly discarding of your undergarments.

When you turn around, Seungmin is propped up naked over the arm of the couch, Chan behind him. Seungmin’s mouth is parted and you can see his hands trying to grab at something.

You peek around his body to see Chan’s fingers working him open. You reach down to run your fingers through Seungmin’s hair soothingly.

“Is it good?” you ask him. You bend down to kiss his open mouth, smiling when he kisses you back. “Feel full, baby?”

Seungmin tries to respond, but Chan adds another digit and he cuts himself off with a whine. You laugh lightly and peer down at what Chan’s doing.

“Can you do me a favour, baby?” Chan looks up at you through his lashes. “Can you shut him up, please? This isn’t supposed to make him feel good, just to get him ready.”

“Sure.” You plunge two of your fingers into Seungmin’s mouth until they make him gag. 

Chan chuckles. “That just made him clench on me.” He kisses Seungmin’s shoulder. “Did you like that?”

Seungmin nods as best as he can. Drool is pooling in the corners of his mouth around your fingers.

You give an experimental thrust of your fingers between his lips. Seungmin gurgles but lets a moan out. You debate adding a third finger but decide against it, not wanting to push him too hard today.

Chan pulls his hand away and presses a plug into Seungmin. “There you go, baby.”

You remove your fingers and wipe the spit off of them onto Seungmin’s face. “Is it my turn yet?”

“Yes.” Chan flashes you an expression of fond exasperation. He wrenches Seungmin off the armrest and back to the floor. “Give me a second.”

You sigh impatiently and roll your eyes. “I swear it’s been like two hours since I was promised sex. If I don’t get someone’s dick soon I’m leaving.”

“It’s not too late to come over here.” Seungmin’s cheeks are flushed pink along with the tips of his ears. His cock is hard and you know Chan’s going to make him wait a while for any form of release.

“Come here,” Chan calls from the couch. “I’ll let you ride me.”

You hurry over to him, ignoring Seungmin’s indignant cry. You don’t want to end up in the same position as him.

Maybe you do a little, but you also just want something now.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” you complain once you’re standing in front of Chan.

He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. “Patience.”

As Chan shuffles out of his clothes, you watch Seungmin. He’s squirming, trying to get friction on his dick. He’s facing you, and you wish you could see the plug spreading him open.

“Baby.” Chan brings your knuckles to his lips and places a soft kiss to them. “Ignore him. If he wanted attention he should’ve respected me.”

You force your gaze away and back to Chan. He’s nude now, and you eagerly straddle his lap.

“Wait,” Chan laughs, “you need prep first.”

“No I don’t,” you protest, “I’m wet. I’m dripping. Please!”

His hands go to your hips and pull you down so you’re straddling his thighs. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What? And I’m fine to hurt?” Seungmin scoffs. “I still have bruises on my ass from when I called you a bitch!”

“I give you plenty of warnings,” Chan gently reminds him. “And you’re not supposed to be talking right now.”

“Please.” You bring Chan’s attention back to you. “Just hurry up already!”

Chan sighs. “Fine. But I’ll stop if you need me to.”

Then he’s guiding his cock to your cunt and very slowly entering you. You throw your head back at the stretch and the feeling of fullness. 

He stops, keeping you in place like that. You glare down at him, unamused.

“Why?” you demand. “I’ve been kept waiting forever!”

“Just relax.” Chan strokes your hair. “We didn’t prep you and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You grumble, but place your head in the crook of his neck. His chest rumbles with a barely contained laugh when your eyes flutter as he shifts.

“Okay,” you eventually murmur, “I’m ready.”

“Let me know if we need to stop.” Chan adjusts how he’s sitting so you’re have more room to move. A groan rips itself from his throat at your first bounce.

You can feel Seungmin’s eyes on you as you ride Chan. Chan’s hand tighten on your waist, but he lets you control the movements.

One of his hands drops to toy with your clit. The lazy circles it draws makes you squeeze around him, causing him to shudder.

“You close yet?” Chan asks. “Close to cumming around my cock?”

You bite your lip. “Maybe. Just need-“

He rolls his hips upwards to meet you when you sink down on him. Your orgasm washes over you and you let out muffled sounds against Chan’s torso, burying your face against him.

“That’s it,” Chan croons. “So good, not letting Seungmin see your pretty face as you cum.”

You flutter around him at his words, blinking your eyes open to see his face. His eyebrows are pulled together as he continues to thrust into you.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Chan promises lowly. His eyes are cloudy with lust, focused on your expressions. “Come on, do it again. I know you can.”

His fingers are still working at your clit, sending sparks to reignite the fire at your core. You mouth at his collarbone, preventing any of your moans to reach Seungmin’s ears. 

Then you’re somehow falling over the edge again, so close to your first. Chan pulls out and leaves you to clench around nothing, making you mourn the fullness that just had.

“Seungmin,” Chan calls softly, “why don’t you come over here?”

You notice Chan hadn’t filled you, still hard. You’re confused for a moment before Chan’s manhandling you and your mind goes blank.

You’re dragged to the floor as Seungmin shuffles closer on his knees. Seungmin looks to Chan expectantly, finally behaving.

Chan reaches out to cup Seungmin’s cheek. “You finally get to fuck her now. If you make her cum, you’ll get your release. But if you cum first…” Chan glances to you. “What do you think, baby?”

You swallow thickly as your thighs are forced apart by Chan’s hands. “No sex for a month?”

Chan nods before facing Seungmin again. “You hear that?”

“Yes. I understand.” Seungmin blinks. “I’ve got this.”

“Good.” Chan, seemingly satisfied, lifts Seungmin and lays him atop you. Seungmin’s hands are still restrained behind his back and the plug is still in him. “Go ahead.”

“I- I can’t-“ Seungmin’s hips shift as he tries to find your entrance. He lifts his head to look down at your eyes, cheeks flushed.

“You can’t what?” Chan looms over the two of you. 

“I-“ Seungmin squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t find her pussy.”

Chan coos. “Oh, is that right? Need my help?”

Seungmin nods, his naked body pressing against yours harder as he tries again to press into you.

“Use your words.” Chan rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 

“Please?” Seungmin begs. “I just- I need- Please!”

“Shh.” Chan’s hands go to Seungmin’s hips and align him with your cunt. “It’s okay.”

Seungmin whines as he enters you. His eyes rolls back as he finally gets stimulation. 

“Are you going to fuck her or not?” Chan settles on the couch, raising an eyebrow. “This is what you wanted, right? Don’t tell me you can’t make her feel good.”

Seungmin’s hips make a desperate thrust into you, but it’s not as smooth as Chan’s. He’s making whiny little sounds as he stutters through the movements.

Your hands go up to his hair, tugging hard. “Seungmin! Do it properly!”

“I’m trying,” he whines, hiding his face against your throat. “I- I’m trying!”

You try to buck your hips up, but his body weight prevents you from doing so. You’re trapped and at his mercy, and he can barely maneuver his body with his hands restrained.

“I don’t think she’s even close,” Chan taunts. He sounds as if he’s taking great joy in this. “Is that all you’re good for? Humping her until you cum?”

Seungmin blinks back frustrated tears. “N-No! I-“ He moans as your walls flutter around him, effectively silencing him.

“Make her cum.” Chan slides off the couch and kneels next to the two of you. “You can do that, can’t you? You made such a fuss about how you were a better dom than me after all.”

Seungmin makes eye contact with you again, mouth falling open. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get enough leverage to properly thrust into you. When he opens his eyes, tears bubble out of them.

Chan taps the plug in Seungmin, causing the man to jerk. “Would it help if I fucked you? Would my momentum fuck you into her? Or would it just make you cum immediately?”

“No. I can do this,” Seungmin slurs as Chan tugs at the plug until it’s at his rim, stretching him at to the max. “I- Just let me-“

You have enough and reach down to your clit. “I can’t believe I have to do it myself.”

“Did you hear that?” Chan places his hands on Seungmin’s hips. “I fucked her better.”

Seungmin and you both let out cries as Chan guides Seungmin into you. With your own hand at your clit, and actually having a rhythm with Seungmin’s cock, you can feel yourself getting close.

Seungmin’s hands are clawing for anything to grab at as Chan moves his hips for him. Chan takes pity on him and undoes the cuffs, and Seungmin immediately wraps his arms around you.

You arch up to kiss Seungmin, swallowing his whines. He eagerly returns the affection and allows you to slip your tongue in his mouth.

Then you’re having your third orgasm, moaning. Seungmin is wrenched away from you, his eyes glazed over as his dick spurts onto your pussy.

You shiver at the missing warmth as his body is maneuvered away from you. He’s bent over the couch, clutching at anything he can as the plug is eased from him. He lets out another pathetic whimper as it pops free.

Chan kisses his forehead, cleaning him up fondly. You’re given similar treatment before being tucked in next to Seungmin, watching as Chan goes off to grab some water.

“Doing okay?” you ask Seungmin, running a hand through his hair.

He hums sleepily, eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah. Sorry I couldn’t…”

“It’s okay. I had fun,” you assure him. Chan returns and hands you both glasses of water. “Did you not…?”

Chan clears his throat, looking away. “I did when you two were messing around.”

“Ah.” You nod and sip at your drink. “Well next time you make one of those bets, I want in. I think I could do pretty good.”

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[durgeapologist]

Let's Talk About Ir Abelas, Da'ean

As some of you may know, I am vehemently against the dishonest use of AI in fandom and creative spaces. It has been brought to my attention by many, many people (and something I myself have thought on many times) that there is a DreadRook fic that is super popular and confirmed to be written at least partially with AI. I have the texts to prove it was written (at least) with the help of the Grammarly Rewrite generative feature.

Before I go any further, let it be known I was friends with this author; their use of rewrite features is something they told me and have told many other people who they have shared their fic with. It is not however, at the time of posting this, tagged or mentioned on their fic on AO3, in any capacity. I did in fact reach out to the author before making this post. They made absolutely no attempt to agree to state the use of Rewrite AI on their fic, nor be honest or upfront (in my opinion) about the possibility of their fic being complete generative AI. They denied the use of generative AI as a whole, though they did confirm (once again) use of the rewrite feature on Grammarly.

That all said: I do not feel comfortable letting this lie; since I have been asked by many people to make this, this post is simply for awareness.

You can form your own opinion, if you wish to. In fact, I encourage you to do such.

Aside from the, once again, high volume word output of around 352K words in less than 3 months (author says they had 10 chapters pre-written over "about a month" before they began posting; they are also on record saying they can write 5K-10K daily) from November until now, I have also said if you are familiar with AI services or peruse AI sites like ChatGPT, C.AI, J.AI, or any others similar to these, AI writing is very easy to pick out.

After some intense digging, research, and what I believe to be full confirmation via AI detection software used by professional publishers, there is a large and staggering possibility that the fic is almost entirely AI generated, bar some excerpts and paragraphs, here and there. I will post links below of the highly-resourced detection software that a few paragraphs and an entire chapter from this fic were plugged into; you are more than welcome to do with this information what you please.

I implore you to use critical thinking skills, and understand that when this many pieces in a work come back with such a high percentage of AI detected, that there is something going on. (There was a plethora of other AI detection softwares used that also corroborate these findings; I only find it useful to attach the most reputable source.)

Excerpts:

82% Likely Written by AI, 4% Plagiarism Match

98% Likely Written by AI, 2% Plagiarism Match

100% Likely Written by AI, 4% Plagiarism Match

Some excerpts do in fact come back as 100% likely written by human; however, this does not mean that the author was not using the Grammarly Paraphrase/Rewrite feature for these excerpts.

The Grammarly Paraphrase/Rewrite feature does not typically clock as AI generative text, and alongside the example below, many excerpts from other fics were take and put through this feature, and then fed back into the AI detection software. Every single one came back looking like this, within 2% of results:

So, in my opinion, and many others, this goes beyond the use of the simple paraphrase/rewrite feature on Grammarly.

Entire Chapter (Most Recent):

67% Likely Written by AI

As well, just for some variety, another detection software that also clocked plagiarism in the text:

15% Plagiarism Match

To make it clear that I am not simply 'jealous' of this author or 'angry' at their work for simply being a popular work in the fandom, here are some excerpts from other fanfics in this fandom and in other fandoms that were ran through the same exact same detection software, all coming back as 100% human written. (If you would like to run my fic through this software or any others, you are more than welcome to. I do not want to run the risk of OP post manipulation, so I did not include my own.)

The Wolf's Mantle

100% Likely Human Written, 2% Plagiarism Match

A Memory Called Desire

99% Likely Human Written

Brand Loyalty

100% Likely Human Written

Heart of The Sun

98% Likely Human Written

Whether you choose to use AI in your own fandom works is entirely at your own discretion. However, it is important to be transparent about such usage.

AI has many negative impacts for creatives across many mediums, including writers, artists, and voice actors.

If you use AI, it should be tagged as such, so that people who do not want to engage in AI works can avoid engaging with it if they wish to.

ALL LINKS AND PICTURES COURTESY OF: @spiritroses

[alwayzadorbs]

Just found your account and you're automatically my fav luci writer my god?? YOU'RE FEEDING US Could you do lucifer with a virgin mc who's oblivious to advancements but gets extremely shy if lucifer spells it out for her👉👈

You're in luck, Anon! I hope you don't mind if I refer to MC with gender-neutral pronouns! I'll still describe other stuff but I just feel more comfortable writing that way :D I'm glad you like my writing so much, it means the world to me! I'll try to write more for you! <3

rating: Smut, 18+

You couldn't deny that you had feelings for Lucifer, you often thought about holding his hand or what it would be like to date him. So you couldn't help but smile when he offered to Tutor you for upcoming testing. It was a rare occasion for Lucifer to be able to tutor you instead of sticking it on Satan again, on account of the workloads Diavolo annually places on him.

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You had brought your schoolwork to Lucifer's room, setting the stack of papers on his glass table, and sitting down on his couch. Lucifer came to sit next to you, pressing his leg against yours.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer said, "Let's begin with Spells and Potions..." Trying not to be distracted by his thigh touching yours, you jotted down the most important things.

"So, What do you think this one is?"Lucifer said, pointing towards the question and leaning over.

"I think that the answer is..." You trailed off, unsure if what you were about to say was right or wrong.

"Hm, Almost correct, Can you tell me what's wrong with this excerpt here?" He said, lightly placing his gloved hand on your knee, using his other hand to point towards the line of text you misinterpreted

"Uh," you paused, trying to sort your thoughts, there's no way Lucifer did that on purpose, it must've been an accident, no reason to get worked up... "Right here where I wrote eye of eye of newt, it's supposed to be, uh.."

Lucifer's hand trailed up from your knee to your thigh "Eye of hellfire newt, a small but distinct difference, it's easy to get confused when making this potion. The effects are, adverse and unwieldy." he chuckled lowly, lightly squeezing your thigh

"Let's continue, next is...Anatomy class," He continued, removing his hand from your thigh to pull his coat off "You need to understand a Demon's anatomy," his hands drifted to his necktie, wiggling it slightly before pulling it undone.

"Our bodies inside and out are actually quite similar, except for a few differences..." Lucifer explained, going into more detail, pulling his gloves off to unbutton his shirt, the first few buttons popping away from their spots, revealing his soft skin, and collar bones. "So tell me, where do you think my heart is? Go ahead, point." He shifted his body towards you on the couch, welcoming you to make the next move.

"W-wait what?" Your face flushed, Why did he just strip?! "I, I'm not sure.." you said, looking away, even though you wanted to stare.

Even when Lucifer went to the beach, with you and all his brothers, he wore a SPF shirt, never showing his muscles in their full glory, but now, you could finally see what he hit underneath his shirt. His ample pecs were decorated by his flush, pink nipples. You could eat up the sight for hours,, but it's wrong to look at somebody like that when they're trying to be professional, or at least that's what you thought was going on.

In all reality, you were completely oblivious to the fact Lucifer was coming on to you. And Lucifer was completely oblivious to the fact you were a virgin.

"Here, I'll show you." He said, smirking, guiding your hand with his towards his chest "If you press firmly enough, you can hear my heartbeat."

your breath stopped for a moment, his heart beat rapidly, and you could feel it radiating in your fingertips. Something about the way your hand pressed against his chest lit a fire in your loins. As soon as you felt it, heat flushed through your face, looking away and pulling your hand back.

"uh- sorry, yeah I felt your heartbeat," you said, awkwardly, feeling embarrassed. You subconsciously let your hand wander to your face, trying to hide a bit in your hand.

"Hm, Whats wrong, Mc?" Lucifer sighed, in a flirtatious tone. He reached out, guiding your head to face him with his index finger under your chin, with his thumb lightly placed on your chin.

He smiled, "Feeling embarrassed? That's hardly the most...sensitive subject for Demons." Now staring you down, with those gorgeous ruby eyes, there's no way you can look away.

He gripped your hand with his, guiding it to his frame once again "Lungs, spleen, liver,,," He continued to guide your hand down, with the corresponding areas of his organs, until, he could guide no longer, reaching his waistband.

"Mc," Lucifer edged closer, leaning in, cupping your face with his hands. "Kiss me."

Blush covered your face, stunned, you squeaked out, "Why?! I..I thought we were studying.." You said, reluctantly.

Lucifer laughed, "Mc, I want to be with you. Must I spell it out further? I want to have sex with you" He blurted out, shutting his eyes, blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"But..." you paused, looking away "I'm..uh, I'm a virgin!"

Before you could look back to see his reaction, Lucifer was on top of you, pressing his knee in between your legs. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." he chuckled, kissing you softly while tugging at the buttons of your blouse.

Lucifer took his time, savoring the moment when the buttons came undone, revealing your gorgeous skin. He trailed his kisses down, nipping at your neck, down to your chest. He used one hand to gently roll one of your nipples around his pinchers, lightly squeezing and pulling them as he took the other into his mouth. He would circle his tongue around your nipple, ever so lightly grazing his teeth on them and nipping, earning a surprised gasp from you.

He pulled away, gliding his hands down your sides to the waistband of your bottoms, sliding them right off. Drifting his hands down your stomach and dipping his fingers into your underwear, Lucifer used his middle and ring fingers to slowly circle your clt.

pushing one finger into your wetness, curling it before pulling it almost out, then repeating the process until you were ready for another finger. two fingers, then three, then he figured you were ready, not for a fourth finger, but for him.

He pulled his fingers out, sitting up over you. he unbuttoned his pants, tucking his thumbs into his waistband, freeing his touch-starved cock, It twitched, begging to be pleased.

He slid his dick in between your folds, teasing you before putting it in, He pushed against your entrance until he met resistance. you rolled your head to the side, wincing a bit, feeling a tearing sensation.

As resistance snapped, Lucifer groaned, throwing his head back momentarily as he fully entered you. He sighed, "I want to see your reaction, look me in the eyes, Little lamb."

He slowly rocked his hips in and out, raking his hands towards your chest, squeezing your boobs, and rubbing your nipples with his thumb. He trusted deeper into you, causing you to gasp. He chuckled, His hand drifting from your chest to your clit again, using his thumb to rub circles while pounding you into next week.

"Oh, Lucifer!" you moaned without thought, but that only fueled him to vigorously fuck you harder.

He pulled out, flipping you on your stomach like you weighed less than air, he gripped your hips, bringing them into the air before pressing inside you again. "Mm~ you're so tight" Lucifer groaned, leaning into you, reaching deeper than he did before. He thrust in and out, slamming into your G-spot, every time he hit that sweet spot you saw stars.

At this point, you weren't aware of how much and how loud of noises you were making, being fucked numb, heat swelled in your loins, tickling you just the right way. You were so close to finishing, but couldn't quite get there

"Ah, Don't stop, Oh shit, Please don't stop!" You cried out, a panting, blubbering mess.

Lucifer only pushed himself deeper inside you, withdrawing his hand to spank you, slapping your ass then squeezing the area. You yelped when his hand hit your ass, looking back at him with pleading eyes. He smirked at you, proud of how easily he could make you crumble

"I'm so close," he sighed, the room filled with both of your moans and pants of pleasure "Mc, Mc!"

He slammed into you, your legs shaking as you were sent over the edge, feeling waves of pleasure crash into you, before being filled with hot liquid, bringing your orgasm to a peak. you grabbed desperately onto the couch, knuckles nearly turning white as you moaned out Lucifer's name.

After a moment, he pulled out of you, his cum spilling out as well. you both caught your breath for a minute before you sat up,

"Um, thanks for helping me study, Lucifer," you said, blushing, covering your body with your hands.

he laughed "Do you think I'm done with you? Not yet, stay in my room tonight, Mc." He looked at you with those seductive eyes "You're mine, remember?"

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"Whats that on your neck, Mc?!" Mammon asked, on the walk to school

"oh, um, its nothing, you know humans they're super fragile!" you laughed nervously, hoping he wouldn't realize it was a hickey from your 'study' session with Lucifer.

"Humans are so weak, nothing like The Great Mammon!" He boasted, quickly forgetting what just happened

"sure, humans are fragile!" Asmo laughed, knowing the truth behind the 'bruise' on your neck.

(side note: thank you for enjoying my stories enough to send an ask, sometimes I get writers block and its extremely helpful, I hope this wasn't too short. love ya, Reader, and Anon!)

[meelusinee]

NEW NUMBER | R.L X READER

word count \ 2.0k | fluffy fluff | slash / remus lupin x reader

in which you get remus' number at the bakery he works at

NEW NUMBER | REMUS LUPIN X READER

Remus had decided he needed a job.

His friends had money. James, Sirius, Regulus, Lily. Even Peter, who wasn’t rich but wasn’t poor. 

Not like him at least.

So he decided to get a job. He didn’t think he could have a job in a Wizarding area, as much as he wanted to. It wouldn’t be safe, to say the least. 

Which led to his journey to a Muggle town. Small, just outside of Hogsmeade, with an older style surrounding the buildings. There was a lot of greenery and other calming elements, wide sidewalks and scooters for transportation.

Plus, he found a job as a baker. 

He only needed training for more advanced things. Remus had muscles big enough to carry the pounds and pounds of flour and other ingredients. And he knew recipes, which he learned when his mother tried to distract him as a kid.

It was nice. 

He had great coworkers, and a good genre of customers. A calming environment too, which helped his pain a lot better than he thought it would. He also lucked out with his boss as well, who was also a Werewolf trying to make a living. Which meant the payment could be given to him in Galleons rather than Muggle currency.

Some days, he came to the bakery even when he wasn’t called in for work. The coffee was amazing, to say the least, and the food was even better.

His job seemed to get even better when you joined the picture.

It was a rather boring day at the bakery. Remus had been assigned the front counter, he had been a real hit with the older ladies who came in most often. He didn’t exactly like it, but they sometimes gave him extra money as a tip.

He never complained about that.

He also didn’t complain about the phone calls, something that he didn’t mind at all. He liked the comfort of the barrier between him and the phone.

“Welcome to Bettie’s Bakery, how can I help?” his voice rang through the bakery. It was mostly empty at the moment, all except for the workers and whoever was on the phone right now.

“Hi!” 

Remus felt his heart pounding at the sound of your voice, mind running wild as it flitted through different lines of romantic poetry that he had read  over the years. Who was he kidding, it was one single word that you said. Just one.

“Hi there,” he said, clearing his throat. “How are you doing today?”

He smiled softly as he heard you giggling over the business phone, leaning both of his elbows on the counter as he listened to you. “I’m good.”

“Good?” he asked. “Not great?”

“I’ll get to great if you keep talking to me.” you giggled to him.

Remus felt a wider smile breaking out on his face as he heard that, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ll be able to keep talking to you if you order something from the bakery.”

“Oh, yes!” you said, giggling. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his life, sweeter than the taste of thaumatin. “I wanted to wonder if you had this bread that I really like. My friend made this tomato bisque that tastes like spaghetti, I pair it with this special loaf you guys used to make. I don’t know if you still make it though.”

“What’d it taste like?” Remus asked, assuming that you didn’t know the name based on how you were describing the situation. 

“Uh,” you mumbled. “Kinda like a Cuban loaf. Very peelable, but it had a nice crust still. It had a special name you guys made though.”

“Like a baguette shape?” he asked.

“Mhm!” you smiled. “I always cut it in half.”

“Was it Sasha’s Slice?” he asked, looking at the different breads held in their display case. “It’s a baguette with a decently hard crust, kind of sweet.”

“Yes, that one!” you smiled. “You still have it?”

“Yea, we do.” he chuckled softly, his Welsh accent coming out a bit more than usual when he was talking to you. Maybe it was the natural comfort he felt around you, despite the fact he barely knew you. Or maybe it was something else. Maybe he was just tired, and it had nothing to do with you.

“Am I gonna see you in here?” he asked.

“If you’re there before closing.” you chuckled, the sound of your keys jingling in the background.

“I’ll be here after close.” he said, his voice a bit hoarser before he cleared it. He held the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he started to look around for things to distract himself with, writing random words on a piece of paper to look like he was doing something. “My night.”

“Well, I hope I see you!” you giggled. 

“Me too.” he smiled, sighing as he heard the sound of the phone hanging up in his ears.

“Hello there!” your voice chirpped through the bakery.

Remus looked up as soon as he heard it, like he was a dog and your voice was a dog whistle made just for his ears alone. Maybe your looks were too, a stunning beauty he doubted he could drag his eyes away from.

You were around his age, he could tell that much. Maybe a year younger, but he hoped that didn’t matter much to you. If something were to happen, that was.

“Hi.” he smiled as you walked to the counter. “Sarah’s Slice?”

You gasped dramatically, pointing a finger at him. “It’s you! Phone man!”

“Phone man?” he chuckled at the nickname, both of you bursting out into laughter at it. Indeed, you did meet through the phone, but it was still a rather funny nickname regardless. “I thought it’d be bread man at first.”

“Maybe ‘phone bread man’ then.” you said, watching as Remus bagged your bread.

“Phone bread man it is.” he said. “I’ll head to the bank soon, make sure they change my name. I’ll start with my nametag first though.”

You gasped before giggling, a wide smile on your face as you grabbed the bread. “Oh, why thank you! You make sure to add a ‘Mr’ in front of it.”

He chuckled, smiling at you. “Mr. Phone Bread Man. First, middle, last.”

“That’s the spirit!” you smiled bright.

Remus looked around the store to make sure nobody else was there before leaning forward a bit, his eyes now meeting yours as he spoke. “Do you come here often? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“Not as often as I’d like.” you whispered. “I have school, but it’s working out okay. I’m moving down here soon, a small town just North.”

He smiled softly as he heard you ramble about the lovely town your mother would be taking you too, more so captured by the way your lips moved rather than the words coming out of your mouth. Though, if anyone asked, he was sure he could recite the talk in his sleep. Word for word.

“That’s really interesting.” he whispered.

You smiled, the bag holding your bread crinkling in his hands. “It’d be more interesting with a friend to spend my time with.”

Remus looked at you with a raised eyebrow before the both of you laughed, your eyes watching as he pulled out his phone and opened the app. He had gotten it so his boss could contact him for work schedules, something he charmed to still be usable in Hogwarts. He was sure it was about to pay off in more ways than just that now.

“Thank you,” you said, voice trailing off as you looked at his nametag. “Remus.”

“Remus.” he smiled, much like a lovesick puppy might look at its owner. 

“Y/N.” you smiled gently, holding your bread filled bag up. “And thank you, really Remus.”

Remus smiled, watching as you walked out of the bakery with your phone in hand. He didn’t know what way you were going, not yet, but he was planning on learning soon. At least, he hoped.

Remus was sat in class with Sirius and James to each side of him, foot bouncing up and down as he sat in Potions class. He had already done the assignment the night before, submitting it early so he would have time to relax.

Sirius demanded help with the potion they were working on, but Remus gave up after he began to wing it much like James. Despite the fact that James had been doing Potioneering since he was a kid, Sirius decided they were on the same exact level with potion making. James definitely didn’t help.

Which led to him sitting in silence, watching the fumes of different potions and ingredients finding their way into the air.

That was, at least, until you texted him.

Y/N: hi there!!! youre remus, right?

Remus looked at the message for a bit with a small blush on his face, biting his lip as he texted a quick response. 

REMUS: Yes, Remus. Y/N?

Y/N: i can’t believe you remembered! thats so sweet :c

Remus smiled softly at that, adjusting his posture in his seat to be more comfortable. He tried to minimize himself as much as possible, which wasn’t much given he was well into 6 feet territory. 

REMUS: You are rather unforgettable.

Y/N: and you are apparently a sweetheart

Y/N: btw i made the bread and soup!! It tasted really good, and i wanted to thank you

Remus felt his phone vibrating against his hand as you texted him more about the bread and the soup, eventually offering a photo without waiting for a yes or a no. It looked delicious, he had to admit, a cheesy looking tomato bisque soaking into the bread.

Y/N: i must be rambling so much though, im so sorry! how are you doing??

Remus chuckled to himself, not having minded your ramble one bit. On the contrary, he thought it was a rather endearing tidbit about you.

REMUS: Don’t feel sorry, I enjoyed it.

REMUS: I’m okay though. Having to suffer through classes.

Y/N: you have classes???

Y/N: i didn’t mean to interrupt them or anything, im so sorry!

Y/N: ill let you get right back to it right now

Remus chuckled softly, his fingers typing a quick response. He was rather glad that he was in the back of the classroom, Professor Slughorn not able to see far back enough to notice his phone. 

REMUS: Don’t be sorry, I’m not busy. I already completed the assignment so my friends could cheat off of it.

REMUS: Besides, I like talking to you. You’re a fun distraction. 

Remus felt his shoulder being nudged as soon as her saw your spamming of heart emojis and apologies, looking up to see James and Sirius staring at him with a rather teasing look.

“What?” he asked them.

Sirius waggled his eyebrows, nudging Remus again. “Who’re you texting?

“If you don’t back off, I’m taking my homework back.” Remus said threateningly, his eyes narrowing in a way that showed he meant every single word.

“Understood Sir!” James said, going back to his potion. As much as he loved potions, he hated following the rules with them. Which meant that he loved Remus’ notes and homeworks, his ability to understand the words and make them sound even better getting him higher marks.

Sirius just hated Potions regardless, mainly out of spite. It was Snape’s favorite subject, and he tried hard not to have anything in common with the greasy-haired boy.

Suffice to say, a lack of homework was a good threat.

Remus went back to texting you almost as soon as the two looked away. Maybe even before, he wasn’t quite sure. You were like a black hole that he was falling into, with rings of gravity around you sucking him through different perceptions of time and space before crushing him completely. 

You had him utterly hooked. Something that, surprisingly, he didn’t mind the idea of.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thank you so much everyone for reading! i haven't been writing as much, but i'm hoping that, with valentine's day and the spirit of love fast approaching, i'm able to get more stuff done. i might make a small series of just text messages between some characters, though i haven't decided who yet, so feel free to comment if you want any specific character!

AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, reblog, and have a wistful day!

[m00nkissedlover]

Hi! Can you write a Regulus and fem potter! reader raises four year old harry after his parents are killed?

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You've ordered: vanilla ice cream! enjoy!

"I'll be the only dream you seek."

post Hogwarts! Regulus Black x fem! Potter! reader | word count: 925 words

Summary: after your four year old nephew comes to you for comfort after a nightmare, regulus questions whether he's still capable of being a father.🐰

Warnings: not really a warning, but reader is james's sister. in this, regulus doesn't become a death eater. no real warnings, basically just domestic fluff!

Note: hi anon! tysm for this request, it was really fun to write! ☺️ i hope i did your request justice and i hope you like this short little drabble :)

The feeling of tiny hands shaking your shoulder broke you out of your dreamlike trace of sleep at what seemed like...5:00 am. You rubbed your eyes, turning on the lamp on your bedside table, your vision slowly adjusting to the dim light and making out the small figure on your bed.

"Harry? Sweetie, what's wrong?" you murmured, your voice groggy with sleep. Harry, your four year old nephew, sat at the edge of your bed. He was clutching a stuffed rabbit plush you had bought him, his bright green eyes wet with tears, a bit of snot dripping from his nose.

"I-I had a nightmare..." the poor boy sobbed, clutching the rabbit closer to his chest. You felt a pang of sadness through your heart, grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and holding it to him nose. He blew his nose into it, sniffling as you wiped his tears with another one.

"Can I sleep with you two tonight?" You obviously couldn't say no, your heart going out to the four year old. It had been 4 years now since he lost his parents and was put under you and Regulus's care. Speaking of Regulus...just where was he?

Oh, that's right, he was sleeping next to you, groggily blinking his eyes as the sound of Harry's sobbing woke him.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice a little gruff. He scooted over to sit next to you, watching as you pulled Harry into your lap.

"He had a nightmare again." you muttered, holding the small boy to your chest and gently stroking his hair. "Aw, no. Want me to do the thing, bub?" Regulus asked, playfully poking Harry's cheek.

The little boy giggled softly, sniffling and nodding his head. Regulus got out of bed and padded over to the closet, rummaging through it and pulling out his wand. He closed his eyes for a moment, walking back over to the bed and taking Harry's rabbit plush. He set it down on the bed, raising his wand and muttering a spell he'd used countless times before.

Upon casting the spell, the little rabbit plush seemed to come to life, lifting its head and wiggling its ears. Regulus pointed to Harry, the rabbit facing the little boy before it started to do a silly little dance.

"Look, Harry! He's doing a different one this time." you hummed, Harry's crying subsiding. He clapped his tiny hands, a laugh that could put a smile on anyone's face leaving him. Regulus waved his wand once again and the rabbit plush walked up you Harry, crawling up his body and giving him a hug, its face in the crook of his neck.

"Aw, how sweet." you sighed, glancing from the heartwarming scene to your husband who was making his way back into bed. "Feeling better, Harry?" Regulus asked, Harry nodding his head a squeezing the rabbit.

"Thank you, papa Regulus." Regulus felt a surge of warmth run through him at the sound of Harry calling him "papa." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the boy's cheek, ruffling his hair.

"You're welcome, bud. Now come on. It's time to get some sleep."

Harry was now curled up between the two of you, rabbit plush clutched to his chest. He looked so peaceful as he slept, like he didn't have a care in the world (which he probably didn't). You gently caressed his cheek, glancing over at Regulus who seemed to still be hung up on Harry calling him "papa."

You reached out and squeezed his hand, his attention now turning to you. "James...He would be beyond proud of you for stepping up and taking care of his son. I swear on Merlin's name that James and Lily are smiling down on you right now."

Regulus let out a sigh, squeezing your hand in return. "I know, I just...I don't want it to look like I'm trying to replace him, you know? He was a really great friend and an amazing person, I-"

You cut Regulus off by leaning over and pressing a kiss to lips, just a small one. The two of you carefully moved and got out of bed as to not disturb Harry as he slept. You walked out into the hallway of your cozy cottage, cupping Regulus's face in your hands. "Reg, no one thinks you're replacing James. Just think about it; if we had a child and something, god forbid, happened to us, do you think James and Lily would do the same for us? Absolutely, in a heartbeat." you said, resting your forehead against his.

"He loved you, Reg. He probably trusted you more than any of the others. I know that if he could, he could tell you take care of Harry." Your words stirred something within Regulus, the dark haired male's eyes getting watery.

You wrapped your arms around him, his own arms immediately returning the hug. "He'd think I'm a good father to his son?" you heard him mumble, his voice cracking a bit.

"He'd think you're a wonderful father to his son." you reassured him, rubbing his back and stroking his hair.

After a while, you two made your way back into the bedroom, getting into bed and laying back. You pressed a soft kiss to Harry's head, Regulus doing the same before giving you a quick kiss.

"Good night." he whispered, intertwining your fingers underneath the duvet.

"Good night." You squeezed his hand back, smiling to yourself as your head hit your pillow and sleep finally took over.🐰

© m00nkissedlover, 2025

[hypnobeauty]

a chance encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader (part 10)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. masterlist cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, violence, transphobia, homophobia if you squint, misgendering, hurt/comfort, boomers. a/n: sorry girls 😭😭 enjoy xx comments are always welcome

gongju [공주] - princess eomma [엄마] - mom appa [아빠] - dad

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part 10. love despite everything

for 28 years of her life, cho hyun-ju had another name. she was the second child of cho tae-joo and lee mi-sun, and grew up in a respectable neighborhood in seoul. her father was a former military officer turned factory supervisor—stern, disciplined, and deeply rooted in traditional korean values. her mother was a homemaker for most of her life before taking a part-time job at a local hanbok rental shop once her children were grown.

she had an older brother, cho won-jung, five years her senior. won-jung as always the golden child—the one who followed the expected path, got good grades, served his mandatory military service without complaint, and married a woman their parents approved of. he worked as an accountant in a mid-sized firm in seoul and had two young daughters, whom hyun-ju adored from afar but rarely saw.

hyun-ju’s childhood was strict but not entirely unkind. her mother was warm in the ways she was allowed to be—tucking her into bed with gentle pats on the head, making her favorite meals when she sensed something was wrong, and smoothing her hair when she cried. but her father’s presence loomed over the household like a shadow. he was a man of discipline, a man who believed in hierarchy and respect, who saw emotions as weaknesses and deviation as a personal failure.

when hyun-ju was fourteen, she gathered the courage to talk to her school counselor about the feelings she couldn’t quite name—the unease in her body, the way she never felt quite right being called a son, the way her reflection in the mirror felt like a stranger. she didn’t know the word transgender yet, only that something about her existence felt fundamentally wrong.

but instead of support, the counselor betrayed her. she told hyun-ju’s parents.

that night, her father didn’t say a word at dinner. but after the dishes were cleared, he called her into the living room. her mother stood to the side, wringing her hands, eyes red-rimmed. won-jung was out with friends, unaware of what was happening.

the first slap came before she could even get a word out. the second came when she tried to explain. the third came with words that burned more than the strike itself.

"i raised a son, not a freak."

after that, the subject was never spoken of again. but something shifted in the household. her father became colder, stricter. her mother, though still kind, became more distant, as if afraid to touch something fragile. won-jung never knew what had happened, only that his little sibling became quieter, more withdrawn.

and so, hyun-ju buried it all. she threw herself into school, into sports, into the rigid structure of the military, hoping that if she followed the rules well enough, if she became exactly what was expected of her, the feelings would disappear.

they didn’t.

they only grew stronger, suffocating her until she had no choice but to confront them.

*

one day, two months into your relationship, hyun-ju had excused herself to the kitchen, leaving you momentarily alone in her living room. you leaned back against the couch, letting your eyes wander over the small but carefully arranged space. it was so distinctly her—neat, structured, but not cold. there were touches of warmth in the small things: the folded blanket draped over the armrest, the half-burned candle on the coffee table, the framed picture of the two of you from a date at the han river, tucked between books on the shelf.

then your gaze landed on another framed photo, slightly older, wedged between a row of novels and a small ceramic dish holding loose change. it was a family portrait.

you leaned forward, picking it up carefully. the frame was simple, the glass slightly smudged, as if it had been handled often. the photograph itself was well-preserved but had a noticeable crease running down the left side, where part of the image had been folded inward.

at the center sat an older man with a hardened expression, his back straight, his mouth set in a firm line. his presence in the photo was commanding, his eyes sharp even through the faded colors of the print. to his right stood another man, slightly younger, with similar features but a softer gaze—hyun-ju’s brother, you assumed. to his right, a woman with a warm, gentle smile.

your lips curled into a small smile. “that’s your mom, isn’t it?” you called over your shoulder. “you look just like her.”

from the kitchen, she let out a quiet chuckle. “yeah. i used to hear that a lot growing up.”

hyun-ju reappeared with two mugs of tea, setting them down on the coffee table before walking over. she glanced at the photo in your hands, her expression unreadable.

your fingers brushed over the folded edge of the picture. the crease was deliberate, worn from time, as if it had been pressed and re-pressed over and over again. you could still see part of a black uniform—a military one, from the looks of it—and a shoulder, but the rest of the person had been hidden away.

your brows furrowed slightly. “who’s this?” you asked, carefully tilting the frame toward her. hyun-ju hesitated. for a moment, she simply stared at it, her lips parting slightly before pressing into a thin line. she reached out, running her fingers along the edge of the fold, almost absentmindedly.

“it’s me,” she said finally, her voice quiet. “or… it used to be me.”

a strange heaviness settled between you. you looked at the photograph again, at the careful way it had been altered. it wasn’t torn, wasn’t discarded—it was still here, still kept, still important. but a part of it had been hidden, erased just enough to make it bearable to look at.

your chest tightened and you glanced up at hyun-ju. her gaze was fixed on the image, but she wasn’t really looking at it. her mind was somewhere else—somewhere far away, in another time, another place. you reached out, covering her hand with yours.she exhaled softly, but she didn’t pull away.

“i can’t face him,” she admitted after a long pause. “but the photo… i can’t let go.”

you nodded slowly, squeezing her fingers. “because it still has your mom. your brother.”

she gave a small nod. “yeah.”

you hesitated for a moment before saying, “one day, you can all recreate this picture.” your voice was gentle, but sure.

hyun-ju let out a quiet, almost bitter laugh. “that’s… optimistic.”

you tilted your head, watching her carefully. “it’s possible.”

she finally looked at you then, really looked at you. there was something in her eyes—doubt, maybe, but also something softer, something longing.

she didn’t answer right away. instead, she reached for her mug, taking a slow sip, her fingers lingering on the ceramic. then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “i hope you’re right.”

you smiled, shifting closer until your shoulders touched. “i usually am.”

that earned you a small smirk, a tiny shake of her head, but she didn’t argue. for now, that was enough.

*

the familiar creak of the front gate, the scent of home—your mother’s favorite lemongrass scent—wrapped around you like a childhood memory. you grinned as you fumbled with the keys, calling out before you even stepped inside.

"eomma, appa! i'm home!"

hyun-ju chuckled beside you, shaking her head at your enthusiasm. "you're so loud," she teased.

"it builds anticipation," you shot back, nudging her playfully.

the moment you stepped inside, the warmth of the house enveloped you. it smelled like crisped fish and garlic, like the sweet tang of gochujang simmering in a pot. the wooden floors creaked under your socks as you slipped off your shoes, and before you could take another step, your mother appeared, wiping her hands on her apron.

"gongju!" she exclaimed, beaming as she cupped your face, pressing loud, exaggerated kisses all over it.

"eommaaaa! you're embarrassing me in front of hyun-ju!" you whined, though you didn’t pull away.

your mother scoffed, waving off your complaint. "nonsense." she turned to hyun-ju, who stood politely to the side, her hands neatly clasped in front of her. "this must be your friend, yes?"

hyun-ju bowed deeply. "nice to meet you, ma’am."

your mother made a dismissive sound and pulled her into a firm hug instead. "no formalities, yes?"

hyun-ju let out a small laugh, surprised but pleased, as she bent down to return the embrace. she was so much taller than your mother that it looked almost comical.

your mother pulled back, squinting up at her. "aigoo, you're tall! good, good. you can reach the top shelves."

you rolled your eyes as hyun-ju chuckled, clearly charmed.

"gongju, come," your mother said, already tugging you towards her sewing room. "i've fixed the clothes you left here last time."

you squealed in delight, grabbing hyun-ju’s wrist and dragging her along.

your childhood bedroom was gone, replaced by bolts of fabric, a sturdy wooden sewing table, and a mannequin draped in a half-finished hanbok. but in the corner, your old single bed still remained, the only relic of your past life here. you were thankful your mother had long since thrown out your cringeworthy 2pm and one direction posters—hyun-ju would never let you live them down.

after gathering your clothes, you left hyun-ju with your mother while she took her measurements for a vest she had been working on. you wandered into the kitchen, where your father was setting the table.

the man was quiet, reserved, but affectionate in his own way. he glanced up as you entered, offering a small smile before returning to his task.

"smells amazing, appa," you said, grabbing chopsticks to help set the places.

he nodded. "i made your favorite."

you beamed, nudging his shoulder lightly. "you're the best."

he hummed in response, but you caught the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

by the time your mother and hyun-ju returned, the table was set, and everyone took their seats. hyun-ju sat beside you, her posture straight, respectful but not timid. you knew she was nervous, though she hid it well. her hand was resting lightly on her lap, close enough that you could reach for it if you needed to.

dinner started off as usual—your mother chattering about the neighborhood, your father grumbling about his back pain but refusing to see a doctor, and him asking about "that silly ha-neul girl," as if she were an extension of you. the food was delicious as always, the table filled with dishes you grew up eating—grilled fish, kimchi jjigae, japchae, and perfectly steamed rice.

everything felt normal. until it wasn’t.

you cleared your throat, setting your chopsticks down carefully. hyun-ju must have sensed the shift in you because her fingers brushed against yours under the table, grounding you. you laced them together, squeezing lightly before speaking.

"appa, eomma… we have something to say."

the room stilled.

your parents exchanged a glance, your father’s grip tightening around his spoon. "go on," he said, his voice even but cautious.

you inhaled deeply. "hyun-ju and i are not just friends," you said, steadying yourself. "we're partners."

your father frowned slightly. "partners?"

"yes, appa. we're in a relationship. she's my girlfriend."

silence.

hyun-ju was the one to break it, her voice calm but unwavering. "sir, ma’am, i love and respect your daughter very much. i'm very grateful to have her in my life."

your mother exhaled sharply, shaking her head. she set her chopsticks down, rubbing her hands together as if trying to process the words.

"this is unnatural," she murmured, her voice laced with something between disbelief and distress. "you were never like this before."

"we raised you properly," your father added, his tone not angry, but weighted with something worse—disappointment.

you felt a sharp pang in your chest.

"appa, eomma, this isn't something that just happened. it's not a phase, not something i was influenced into. this is who i am."

your mother shook her head again, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "maybe… maybe we should see someone. a shaman, perhaps. there could be—"

"eomma," you interrupted, your voice firm but not unkind. "there is nothing to fix. this is not a curse. this is me."

she looked at you, truly looked at you, as if trying to find something in your face that would tell her this was a joke, a mistake. but all she found was certainty. your father sighed, rubbing his temple. he didn’t argue further, but the silence between you felt heavier than words.

the rest of the dinner was quiet, the conversation reduced to murmurs about work and tv, but it was hollow, a forced attempt at normalcy. when it was time to leave, you bowed politely, hyun-ju following suit, and stepped outside. the night air was crisp, the silence between you thick with unspoken words.

"that was… expected," you murmured, exhaling slowly.

hyun-ju’s fingers found yours again, warm and reassuring. "i'm sorry."

you shook your head. "it's okay. they’ll come around. they just need time."

she studied you for a long moment, her gaze searching. then, with a small nod, she squeezed your hand. "okay."

*

two weeks later when your mother called, asking you to pick up hyun-ju’s vest, you knew what it meant. she wasn’t ready to say the words, to admit outright that she was trying, but this was her way of extending a white flag. a small, hesitant step forward.

you and hyun-ju arrived after work, the house feeling as familiar as ever, but the air between you and your mother was different—less tense, less uncertain. hyun-ju changed behind the folding screen while you sat on the edge of the bed, watching your mother as she sorted through a box of fabric.

"how’s appa? still getting night shifts?" you asked, trying to fill the silence.

"stubborn as ever," she muttered, shaking her head. "his back is getting worse, but does he listen? no."

you smiled softly. some things never changed.

hyun-ju emerged from behind the screen, rolling her shoulders in the vest. it fit her perfectly, the fabric hugging her frame in just the right way. your mother stood, pins in hand, stepping forward to inspect it. she pinched the fabric at the sides, tugged lightly at the hem, then nodded in satisfaction.

"it’s perfect," hyun-ju said, admiring the fit in the mirror.

your mother sniffed, crossing her arms. "of course it is. i'm good at what i do."

you laughed, shaking your head. then, without warning, she turned to the two of you, pointing a firm finger in your direction.

"look, i don't know how you're going to do it," she started, her tone serious. "but i want grandchildren."

hyun-ju choked on air. you stared at her, wide-eyed. "eomma—"

"ahh, don't laugh, i'm serious!" she scolded, swatting your arm. "children! not cats, huh?"

you and hyun-ju exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. your mother huffed but didn’t push further. instead, she turned back to her sewing, muttering something under her breath about "at least one baby, just one."

and just like that, you knew everything would be fine.

*

it started with small comments.

"you know, my mom asked about you today," you’d mention over dinner. or, "i think my dad actually likes you. he said you were ‘very tall, like a volleyball player’ that’s his way of complimenting people, you know." or, "they came around, hyun-ju. i really think yours can too."

at first, she would only nod, offering a small, unreadable smile. but you could tell she wasn’t convinced. then, one night, as you lay together in bed, tangled in each other’s warmth, you tried again.

"i think you should try talking to them," you murmured, tracing soft circles on her arm.

hyun-ju sighed, her body tensing slightly. "i don’t know, aein. i don’t think it’ll be like how it was for you."

"you don’t know that," you pressed gently. "they might surprise you. my parents did."

she was silent for a long time, staring up at the ceiling. then, quietly, she said, "you don’t know what you’re asking."

you propped yourself up on your elbow. "hyun-ju, i know they’re traditional, but they’re your family. they love you."

she let out a bitter chuckle.

"love me?" she repeated. "do you want to know what happened the last time i tried to talk to them about this?"

you frowned. "what do you mean?"

she exhaled, rubbing her hands over her face, as if bracing herself. then, she told you.

"i didn’t even know what being trans was back then," she began, her voice quiet, but steady. "i just knew that something was wrong. that i didn’t feel right. that i didn’t fit."

she swallowed. "so i did what i thought i was supposed to do. i went to the school counselor."

you already knew this wasn’t going to end well.

"i told her that i felt… different. that i didn’t understand why i hated being called a boy, why i hated my name, why i felt sick every time i looked in the mirror."

her fingers tightened into fists. "she told my parents."

your breath hitched. "she what?"

"she called them in. she said i needed ‘guidance.’ that i was ‘confused.’"

she let out a shaky breath, staring at the ceiling again, as if the memory was playing out above her.

"my father didn’t say anything at first. he just listened. nodded. and then, when we got home, he beat me so badly i couldn’t go to school for a week."

you sat up fully now, staring at her in horror. "hyun-ju—"

"he told me that whatever ‘nonsense’ i was thinking, i better forget it. that i was a boy. that i would always be a boy. and if i ever embarrassed him like that again, he’d make sure i regretted it for the rest of my life."

she turned her head to look at you, her eyes unreadable. "so, i forgot it. i buried it. i didn’t speak about it again for another ten years."

tears blurred your vision as you reached for her, pulling her into your arms. "i’m so sorry, aein. i shouldn’t have pushed you. i didn’t know." she held you back just as tightly.

"it’s okay," she murmured. "you didn’t know."

you pressed a kiss to her temple, vowing silently that you would never, ever let her go through something like that alone again.

*

a month later, hyun-ju surprised you.

"i want to see them."

you hesitated. "are you sure?"

"no," she admitted. "but i need to do this. and i want you there."

"of course," you said immediately. "i’d never leave you alone in a moment like this."

the drive to hyun-ju’s childhood home stretched longer than it should have, the silence between you thick with unspoken fears. she had barely spoken since you left the apartment, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. the tension in her shoulders was palpable, her breath measured but too controlled, as if she was trying to stop herself from unraveling before you even got there. you could feel it radiating off her, a quiet storm she was trying to suppress.

you reached over, resting your hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "you don’t have to do this, aein," you murmured, your thumb stroking small, soothing circles over the fabric of her jeans.

she swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the road ahead. "i do."

you nodded, though you still weren’t sure.

hyun-ju had chosen a time when she thought her father wouldn’t be home. she had calculated everything—the hour of the day, the likelihood of his errands, the small window in which she might be able to see her mother alone. but as she pulled up in front of the house, something in your gut twisted. it was bigger than you imagined, a nice two-story home with a tall iron fence, the kind of place that might have once felt warm but now seemed hollow, abandoned even with people still living inside. you glanced at hyun-ju, her face unreadable, her fingers twitching slightly against the steering wheel.

"are you ready?" you asked softly.

she didn’t answer right away. then, after a long pause, she unbuckled her seatbelt and nodded. "let’s go."

you followed her to the front door, standing just behind her as she rang the doorbell. seconds stretched into eternity. then—

the door creaked open, revealing an older woman with soft, lined features and tired eyes.

her mother.

she froze the moment she saw hyun-ju. her lips parted slightly, her brows knitting together in confusion. she whispered an unfamiliar name, sounding jarring in your ears.

hyun-ju’s body stiffened beside you, but her voice was steady. "it’s hyun-ju, eomma."

her mother’s expression faltered, her gaze flickering to you, then back to hyun-ju. "can we come in?" hyun-ju asked, her voice softer now.

there was a brief hesitation, the kind that felt like a lifetime. then, in a hurried motion, her mother stepped aside. "quickly," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid someone might hear.

she ushered you both inside, glancing over her shoulder nervously. you barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, sharp voice cut through the air.

"what the hell is going on here?"

the warmth of the kitchen vanished in an instant, replaced by something thick and suffocating. hyun-ju went rigid beside you. you turned, and there he was—her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with graying hair and a face hardened by time and bitterness. his eyes landed on hyun-ju, and his expression twisted into something ugly.

"what is this?" he spat, his voice thick with disdain. "why are you here? dressed like—like this?!"

hyun-ju opened her mouth, but before she could speak, her mother stepped between them. "please, just—"

"no!" he barked. "i want to hear it from him. what the hell is this? some kind of joke?"

you saw it then—the way hyun-ju’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, the way her shoulders tensed as if bracing for impact. she had been here before.

"appa," she started, her voice calm but firm. "i came to talk."

"talk?" he let out a cruel laugh. "you want to talk? after embarrassing this family? after throwing away everything we gave you? you want to talk?"

hyun-ju stood her ground. "i didn’t throw anything away."

her father scoffed. "you were my son. my youngest. you had a future. a career. you thought i didn't know you left your station? and you threw it all away to—what? play dress-up?"

your blood boiled. "she’s not playing dress-up," you snapped before you could stop yourself.

his head whipped toward you, his eyes narrowing. "who the hell are you?"

"someone who loves her," you shot back. "and someone who won’t let you treat her like this."

a flicker of something dark passed over his face. then, before you could react, he shoved you—hard. you stumbled back, catching yourself against the table. hyun-ju moved instantly. she shoved him back, her voice sharp, furious. "don’t touch her."

her father laughed. "ah, there’s the son i raised."

the words landed like a slap. hyun-ju’s entire body went rigid, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts. then she lunged again, shoving him harder this time and her mother wailed.

you moved quickly, stepping between them, pressing your hands to hyun-ju’s chest. "hyun-ju, stop," you whispered, your voice urgent but gentle. "this is what he wants. let’s go."

her breath was ragged, her hands trembling. but then she looked at you. and slowly, painfully, she let go. you grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door.

"don’t you ever come back here again!" her father shouted.

hyun-ju didn’t look back.

*

hyun-ju was silent as she walked to the car, her hands shaking so badly she fumbled with the keys. you took them from her gently. "i’ll drive." she didn’t argue.

the car ride home was suffocating. hyun-ju stared out the window, her face blank, her hands clenched so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had gone pale. you didn’t speak. not until you pulled into the driveway, parked the car, and turned to her.

she was shaking. without thinking, you reached over, unbuckled her seatbelt, then your own, and pulled her into your arms. she broke. her entire body shuddered against yours as the first sob tore through her. you held her, running your fingers through her hair, whispering, "i’ve got you. i’ve got you."

minutes passed. maybe hours. when her sobs quieted into soft whimpers, you pulled back just enough to press kisses all over her face. "i’m sorry it had to be like this, aein," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

she nodded, her eyes red and puffy. "let’s go inside, yes?" you said softly. "take a warm shower, drink some tea, and relax together. just you and me. sounds good?"

she sniffled and nodded. inside, she showered while you made tea. when she came out, hair damp, face exhausted, she crawled into bed beside you, resting her head on your chest. the sound of your heartbeat steadied her, grounding her in something real, something safe.

"did you ever tell your brother?" you asked softly.

she hesitated. then, "no. he doesn’t know anything."

you exhaled, running your fingers down her back. "maybe one day."

she didn’t answer.

but as she lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of your heart, she realized something—no matter how much the world tried to tear her down, no matter how many times she was told she wasn’t enough, there was one undeniable truth.

she was here. she was loved. and in the quiet, in the space between heartbeats, she knew—she belonged.

[soobinieee]

Player Two

pairing: wonwoo x f!reader

word count: 726

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

sum. usual game nights with wonwoo were never the same again after that one night.

You and Wonwoo have a tradition—late-night gaming sessions at his house every Friday night. You and Wonwoo were neighbours and attended the same high school. One day, some parcels were delivered to your house instead of his so your mom asked you to drop it off at his. When you rang the doorbell, you were greeted by his mom who smiled brightly at you and invited you into his house. You walked in and saw Wonwoo playing the Mario Kart on his PS4. "You play Mario Kart?" you asked curiously. Wonwoo, focused on his game, did not turn around and simply answered with a "Yes." Later on, Wonwoo asked you to join him since he got bored of playing alone. You excitedly took the other controller and started to race him. This continued on in the following Friday night.

One Friday game night turned to two, which then turned to every Friday night.

Now 2 years later, you and Wonwoo are in college. However, this tradition still continued. Instead of going to his house, you now walk over to his dorm to catch a gaming session every Friday night, which was mostly fueled by cans of Monster energy drinks and the usual buldak samyang cup noodle.

The difference between you and Wonwoo when gaming was that he is always calm and collected but you tend to mash the buttons on the controller furiously, in hopes of beating Wonwoo. After so many years of gaming with Wonwoo, you sure had learn ways to beat him but he still wins more... Other than competing against Wonwoo, you sometimes team up with him. It really depends on what game he chooses for the night. Regardless, you enjoyed every Friday night with him.

Just like every Friday night, you walk your way to Wonwoo's dorm. He welcomed you in and you were greeted by the usual setting. Lights dimmed while the brightness of the Tv screen radiated off the walls of his room. Tonight Wonwoo chose Mario Kart. "Ah, the good ol' days." you sighed. You parked yourself comfortably in his couch and took the controller that you have always been using.

"Player two, are you ready?" Wonwoo asked as he came to you with a cup of water. You nodded and the game night started.

As the night went on, you realised you lost more than you won. Wonwoo laughed every time you lose, smugly offering to "help" you by leaning close and guiding your hands over the controller. You tried to ignore how warm his hands were and how good he smelt—but it was getting harder each time. You rolled your eyes and avoided the fact that he was making you feeling giddy. There was even one time where you accidentally made eye contact with him. Feeling shy, you immediately turned away and cleared your throat. Tonight surely felt different as you thought to yourself.

"How bout we bet on something." you suggested.

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Hmm, if I win this round, you owe me something. Anything I ask for. Deal?"

Wonwoo smirked. "Deal. But if I win, you owe me something too."

That one particular game of Mario Kart turned super competitive. You were so agitated that you ended up standing on the couch.

"HAH. I won." You announced proudly as you jumped on his couch. You definitely did not expect to win considering how it was a difficult map.

"What do you want?" Wonwoo asked, which surprised you.

Heart racing, and before you could even think, you blurted out, "Take me on a date."

He blinked at you and for a moment an uncomfortable silence filled the air.

"I was hoping for you to say that."

Your cheeks turned red. Hiding your face behind his couch cushions, you heard him chuckling.

"Now let's see what happens when I win." Wonwoo turned back to the Tv to select a new game.

The next round was filled with more playful trash talks and stolen glances. You would occasionally rest your legs on his lap while he tickles you to distract you. Giggles heard, and hopes of new beginnings to something more were felt in the room.

Wonwoo leaned in before the game even ended and whispered, "I think I'll take my prize now."

And just like that, Friday game nights will never be the same again.

[crispywriter]

Gale Dekarios is a quiet kind of beautiful.

When you'd first met—pulled him headfirst into you from within the depths of that unstable portal—you truly hadn't thought all that much of him. Not to say that you weren't immediately aware of the man's handsomeness, but the tadpole squirming within your brain, threatening to change you into an unfeeling monster was top priority in that particular moment.

As the weeks had passed and you'd gotten to know him, opened your heart toward him, deepened your trust and eventually fell madly, completely, utterly in love with him—every little detail about the wonderful wizard was revealed to you and to your surprise, you fall impossibly deeper for him with every passing day.

Now, as you sit lounging across the worn old bench on the balcony outside your shared home in Waterdeep, legs sprawled over his knees, you've completely forgotten whatever ancient tome it is Professor Dekarios has asked you to look over in favour of admiring the way the late afternoon sun falls upon his face.

He's gotten softer now—the months of sleeping in comfortable beds and eating balanced meals treating him much kinder than the roughness of the time spent travelling to Baldur's Gate, and he's told you he wasn't much better before, when he'd spent so long worried over his potential to bring an end to an entire city. Your eyes linger on the shapely curve of his neck, the strength of his jaw, the wisdom of the creases and lines on his face—his eyebrows are furrowed as he reads, his growing hair half swept back into a knot behind his head, warm sunlight catching in his eyelashes and making him appear almost ethereal.

"I know you're staring." Gale breaks the comfortable silence, turning his head just slightly toward you and tapping his glasses up his nose. The spectacles are a welcome addition, you think, adding to both your devilish fantasies and the overwhelming love toward him. "You're supposed to be helping me decipher that. I've got exams to prepare."

"How am I to focus on translating Infernal when you're sitting here looking the way you do?" You bite back, nothing but adoration in your tone.

"Looking like what?" He turns his head to you fully now, strands of hair falling about his lovely tanned skin, the deep chocolatey brown catching the sun just as his lashes had, lighting it golden.

"Gods, I don't know if there's a word that would suffice—an angel, perhaps?" You hum and close the book you were supposed to be reading.

He'd told you once that with you he forgets his goddess. With him you forget every other divine being in all of the realm's histories.

Gale flushes a delightful shade of red, tutting his tongue to his teeth and shaking his head slightly. "You and your ridiculous..." He trails off, "you haven't happened upon another mindflayer tadpole by chance?"

"Disgusting, and no, I assure you these thoughts are entirely my own." You grin, shuddering at the phantom feeling of something wriggling about inside your head. "What? I can't compliment you now without you doubting me?"

"Your compliments I can handle." Gale chuckles as he turns his attention back to his book, his eyelashes lighting up gold once more. "Your flattery—though once I thoroughly enjoyed—I now find myself unable to accept."

You almost pout at that, but knowing where the professor's proud nature had come from and all the years of trying to live up to—what were by all intents and purposes—unreasonable expectations, you swallow it down and instead swing your legs around and scoot closer to your beloved's warm body, the navy silk shirt he wears loose on his body, the buttons popped open lower than he'd allow under any other circumstances, and you take the opportunity to slip your hand inside and rest your palm over the steady beat of his heart. It stutters when your proximity increases and Gale releases a sigh that begins confident but loses strength somewhere in the middle.

"Darling, I'm busy." His voice wavers. You smile and nudge your nose against the softness of his hair, right by his ear.

"Ignore me." You whisper, delighted at the way the wizard shivers in response, your thumb rubbing lazy half-moons on his chest, your other arm going around his neck until your hand finds purchase on his shoulder, squeezing at the tension in his muscles. "Relax. Pretend I'm not even here."

"By the Weave—"

You smile and begin to kiss across his temple, stretching your neck up as your nose presses into his hair, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and worn book pages, plain soap and the underlying crisp smell of magic that tickles your nose as you press your lips to his skin. Both your arms go around his neck and you cup the opposite side of his face in your hand, trying not to disturb his spectacles too much as you adorn his soft cheeks with sweet smooches, humming happily as he tries his very best to continue to focus but still leans into your touch.

"My love..." Gale gives another sigh, this one sounding almost defeated as he turns his head and allows you to trail your pathway of kisses toward his lips. "You're being rather unfair."

"Unfair?" Your smile only grows as you tangle your fingers into your lover's hair and tease his mouth with your own, your lips barely brushing his. "It's not my fault you're unable to resist me."

He keens into your feather-light kisses, his mouth parting as he breathes you in, eyelids fluttering closed and his book almost forgotten—his determination so quickly abandoned now you've got him twisted around your fingertips. You hum softly and gently comb your fingers through Gale's hair, dodging his neediness to nuzzle your way back up the side of his face, your nose skimming his glasses as you press a kiss between his creased brows.

"My sweet girl..." You shuffle closer, expertly maneuvering into a kneeling position, vaguely aware of the professor finally placing his book down on the small table beside the bench before his curious hands come over to slide up your thighs and hips. "Love of my life—closer please, please—"

You smile wide at the endearment, carefully slipping your leg over the wizard's and sitting down, comfortably straddling his thighs. "I thought I was a distraction?" You gently untie the knot in his hair and let the soft strands fall free about your beloved's face before you comb your fingers through it slowly, stretching forward to press gentle kisses in his hairline every time you see a grey hair—so you end up kissing him a lot.

"Oh, you most certainly are." Gale closes his eyes as you shower him with affection, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp, his arms looping around your waist as you lean your weight into his solid body. "But a welcome one nonetheless."

💫

just thinking about how much i love this man

[hexb0nes]

Exposed!

features: jayce talis & viktor from arcane

summary: welcome to the nsfw alphabet game featuring the men of progress! discussion of kink will be featured.

a/n: the people have demanded this and so be it, i have returned with this lovely treat for you all! happy 100 now 151 followers celebration!

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

Jayce - He pulls out all the stops! Depending on your mood, he will either give you a good massage with praise or the two of you share a bath together

Viktor - He enjoys cuddling as aftercare. He’ll trace shapes and lines on your skin while gentle music (piano, lofi, etc.) plays from one of your phones

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

Jayce - He loves his arms! They show off his strength and his resilience from years spent in the forge, as well as how easily he can pick people up. On his partner, he loves their chest; not completely in a sexual way, he likes laying on his partner’s chest and listening to their heartbeat

Viktor - He struggles with pinpointing a favorite body part of his, but if he had to place, he would say his eyes. He likes the color of them and they let him see the beauty of the world. As for his partner. he loves their hands; he sees hands as a reflection of the person’s experiences, as well as his most comfortable/go-to form of intimacy is hand holding

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

Jayce - He loves eating cum, regardless if it’s from a pussy or cock; he will eat it up like a Thanksgiving dinner

Viktor - He can cum buckets if he has been pent up for a few days; he has once popped a condom from all his orgasms after a day’s long fap session

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

Jayce - He’s a fan of roleplay during sex; his favorite roles are as a firefighter and a stripper

Viktor - He has fucked at least 3 times while Jayce was in the lab with him, usually get a blowjob; Jayce still doesn’t know to this day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jayce - Acts like he’s experienced, is actually an amateur, only has been with 2-3 people; it takes a couple of “research” sessions with his partner before he gets the hang of it

Viktor - WHORE!!! He’s very experienced, had a slut era during his Academy days because he wanted to explore his sexuality (and had too strong of a sex drive) 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jayce - Doggy, he loves gripping his partner’s hips and vice versa 

Viktor - Cowgirl, it’s the most accessible for him 

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

Jayce - Surprisingly serious in the moment when he first starts having sex with a new partner; he lightens up over time

Viktor - More cheeky with the occasional quip of dry humor, will get serious if it’s an intense session

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

Jayce - He takes much pride in his manly grooming! He’s well manscaped down there

Viktor - He doesn’t have much hair down there in the first place, so it’s a non-issue for him 

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

Jayce - He’s a romantic at heart and it translates into his loving, service top behavior during sex 

Viktor - It takes a few sessions before he engages more so romantically; how he acts romantically is more subtle, such as caressing his partner’s body

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jayce - Chronic masturbator during his 20s, has lightened up since then

Viktor - Cums pretty easily with a short refractory period when masturbating 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jayce - Breeding

Viktor - Bondage 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jayce - His apartment (privacy is importantly for him)

Viktor - The lab (he’s an exhibitionist)

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

Jayce - Little touches from his partner in his sensitive spots like the small of his back; he’s motivated by his partner’s moans during sex 

Viktor - Cheeky banter with mild brat behavior from his partner; he’s motivated by how unraveled his partner becomes during sex 

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

Jayce - Beside basics no-nos, watersports 

Viktor - Besides basics no-nos, medical play 

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

Jayce - GIVER!!! Pretty good at eating out & giving head

Viktor - No preference, but he’s hella skilled at eating pussy & giving head

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

Jayce - fast but sensual

Viktor - slow but rough

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

Jayce - Not a big fan, he likes taking his time to properly fuck his partner

Viktor - Doesn’t mind it, only will do so if it’s an emergency (i.e. accidental boner before a presentation)

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

Jayce - He’s cool with risk if his partner prompts it 

Viktor - He’s a scientist, of course he’s game to risk

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

Jayce - Can go up to 5 rounds in 20-30 minute intervals without break if he’s super horny, but usually does it for 3 rounds in 15-20 minute intervals 

Viktor - 2 to 3 rounds in 10 to 15 minute intervals with long breaks in between; can go longer on low pain days, but that’s not often

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

Jayce - Only owns a fleshlight; more than happy to use toys on his partner and is not opposed to have a butt plug in him 

Viktor - Yes! His toys are a staple of his sex life, they make masturbation and sex more accessible; he loves using toys on his partner than himself because it allows him to be more active during sex 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jayce - Not really a teaser 

Viktor - VERY MUCH A TEASER

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

Jayce - Very loud, a mixture of grunts and whimpers 

Viktor - Kinda quiet, a mixture of groans and huffs 

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

Jayce - He’s a fan of classic porno maganizes, such as Playboy 

Viktor - He was the one who proposed the idea of making the Hexstrap (in a genuine sense, he wants to make sex accessible for everyone)

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

Jayce - Muscles galore, miscellaneous marks from time spent in the forge, and sizable melons; 8” with above average girth

Viktor - Snatched waist, scars from past surgeries, and lots of moles/freckles; 6.5” with average girth 

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

Jayce - Fluctuates a lot, but still above average 

Viktor - Very high when he was younger, has decreased since the progression of his illness 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jayce - Wide awake, will not fall asleep until his partner does

Viktor - Depending on his spoons, he can collapse immediately afterwards or gave enough time to engage in aftercare and fall asleep with his partner  

[frillydolle]

Hellooooo!!! I love ur page so much it’s so cutesy><<<

If u can and want to write hurt/comfort w Arthur Morgan plssss

Maybe they argue and he yells at her too loudly n scared her off sum, it’s all up to u💗💗

arthur morgan x farmer's daughter reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ hidden relationship , angst , father is an alcoholic , mother doesn't talk to you often , argument , slight comfort at the end.

your mother and father hated outlaws, you knew that well. growing up, they made sure you knew their feelings towards them: nothing more than merciless and ruthless killers. there wasn't one moment that they didn't mutter hatred spews everytime he read their crimes from the newspapers, wanted them gone by the lawmen. you were in love with one.

for as long as you've known arthur, he was always an outlaw while you were terrified of outlaws, but there was something... different about him that drew you to him. either it was his charm or the way he'd would take your teasing words with a smirk on his face. you were enthralled with him and he with you, never met a better man than arthur morgan.

now, after getting seen with him, you've barely heard anything from arthur, just assuming he got really busy being.. you know, an outlaw and... outlaw stuff. you've written countless letters to him and nothing in return which had your worries. out of boredom mixed with melancholy, you wrote another letter to him about needing to see him again and this time, he received it.

“oh arthur, you came!” you say as you quickly make your way over him, wrapping ur arms around his neck in an embrace, and he automatically wrapped his arms around your waist. “'course i did. y'called 'nd i heard.” he replied, kissing your temple. thankfully, your parents weren't in. probably in the town of strawberry, doing whatever.

and then you finally said it. “i didn't mean for daddy to talk to you like that... 'm sorry, arthur.” your daddy... he wasn't a nice man. to him or you, liked the bottle too much. arthur hated the way he treated you and your mother, your father didn't care about no one else but himself.

“it's just— 'm sorry for last time, i was worried about you— 'nd daddy that i—” he cut you off, he never did that unless he was upset. “'m a bigger fool than i even thought.” he says as he turns to walk away from you, and yet you catch his hand, intertwining your fingers into his.

“n—no, wait, arthur! i didn't mean it like that, i just—” everything was just so difficult, and everything was just so overwhelming. you didn't want to lose your boyfriend or your father by some silly mistake of getting caught. “i know he wasn't kind to you, he shouldn't have treated you like—”

“like i ain't worth it? like i don't belong with ya 'nd yer family? is that it?” he says, tone laced with a sort of sterness as you look away, being the guilt beginning to eat at you. you knew your mother and father didn't think much of him but that didn't mean anything, you still love him after all. you didn't think a relationship would be so... overwhelming, being those annoying tears swell up in ur doll-like gaze. you backed off from arthur.

“it ain't like that! my family just want me to have a better life than—” you weren't even sure what to say, you just wanted to welcome hin back proper, like usual. “than me?” his words made you pull away slightly, feeling the tears. oh, your mind was racing, couldnt even think properly. “than choices you make, arthur! i just— they wanted better but 'm happy with you.”

don't cry. don't cry. don't cry.

“we've got different lives 'nd yours ain't right, livin' like that-” “yer life ain't any better than mine, with a drunken daddy on the farm like that. with ya comin' t'me fer someone to talk to?” he practically sneered, giving you a stern look.

god, you felt pathetic as you looked away. hiding the pretty pout and the tears that streaked down ur face, all because he intimidated you as she spilled the truth to you. your father was quite the drinker and you didn't get along with your mother well amd arthur all about that. he used it against you.

damn him and his silver tongue.

his gaze softened as your silent crying grounded him, he felt like such a god awful fool for speaking to you like that. what a idiot you are, morgan. the guilt was now eating at him as he just stood there for a few moments, watching you walk away to sit by the wooden seat, just outside your home. he felt bad, really bad but he was never good at words. well, more like he was never good at expressing his emotions. more of an action man.

he walks over to you, kneeling down infront of you. he hated himself for putting you in such a situation, ending you in such a mess. “you can be so mean, arthur...” you sniffled, looking down at him slightly as his hands reach out to hold yours. he had to admit, you are pretty when you are.

“'m sorry, darlin'.. didn't mean that, any of it. yer my sweet girl, always have been.” he says, his voice as he was gaining the attention of a wounded doe. he always treated you in such a way that often made you giggle, thinking about it every night. arthur stands up, and then he sits beside you, and before you know, he guides your head to rest on his shoulder.

“im sorry, sweetheart. i really am.”

“... i know.” arthur then wraps his shoulder around you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

[wonyqt]

kinda cute read!? little argument. happy ending! <3

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jungkook’s family has always been welcoming, treating you like one of their own from the moment you and jungkook started dating. so when his mom invites you to a family dinner, you don’t think much of it—just another warm, comfortable evening spent with the jeons. except, this time, the kim family is joining. and with them, their daughter, yuseo.

you’ve heard about her before, in passing. a childhood friend of jungkook’s, someone his family adores. you never had a reason to think much of her. that is, until tonight.

jungkook is seated between you and yuseo at the dinner table, his hand resting on your thigh under the table as he leans in to whisper things only you can hear. sweet things. his attention is fully on you, making you feel secure, wanted—like you’re the only one in the room. but that security starts to falter when yuseo keeps trying to insert herself into the conversation, laughing a little too hard at jungkook’s jokes, touching his arm every chance she gets.

“jungkook, do you remember when we used to walk home from school together?” yuseo chimes in, tilting her head as she looks at him.

jungkook glances at her, nodding. “yeah, we were kids.”

“and we had the biggest crushes on each other,” she adds, giggling. “we even dated for a little bit, remember?”

your stomach churns at her words, at the way she looks at him like you aren’t sitting right there. like she’s trying to remind him of something you have no part in. jungkook only hums in response, not giving it much thought, but that doesn’t stop the way irritation builds in your chest.

and then she does it. she reaches out, fingers brushing through jungkook’s hair thats touching his forehead , pushing them out of his face like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he doesn’t react—doesn’t move away, doesn’t stop her. it’s innocent, at least to him, but to you, it’s anything but.

your grip on your fork tightens, but you keep your expression neutral, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his parents. still, the heat in your chest is undeniable, and the smirk tugging at yuseo’s lips lets you know she’s fully aware of what she’s doing.

when dinner is finally over, you can’t wait to leave, but jungkook is still taking his time saying goodbye. you watch as yuseo steps closer to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug that lingers a little too long. her hands rest on his lower back, fingers pressing lightly as she whispers something into his ear, her lips nearly grazing his skin.

jungkook, completely oblivious, simply pats her back before pulling away, flashing her an easy smile. “it was nice seeing you, yuseo.”

you, on the other hand, are fuming.

the car ride home is silent. you don’t say a word, staring out the window with your arms crossed, jaw clenched. jungkook, on the other hand, is completely relaxed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his lap like nothing happened. like yuseo hadn’t been all over him all night. like you hadn’t just sat there and taken it because you didn’t want to make a scene in front of his family.

when you finally get home, you kick off your shoes and go straight to the couch, plopping down with a heavy sigh. jungkook follows behind, watching you carefully.

“you okay?” he asks, tilting his head.

“mhm,” you hum, not even sparing him a glance.

he narrows his eyes. “you sure?”

“yup.”

jungkook sighs and sits next to you, draping an arm over the back of the couch. “alright, what’s wrong?”

you huff, crossing your arms tighter. “what’s wrong?” you repeat, turning to face him. “yuseo was flirting with you all night, and you just sat there and let her.”

jungkook blinks, clearly caught off guard. “flirting? what are you talking about?”

you scoff. “are you serious? she was all over you, jungkook. laughing at everything you said, touching you, bringing up how you two used to date—”

“she was just being friendly,” he cuts in, shaking his head.

you let out a bitter laugh, staring at him in disbelief. “oh, friendly? so you just let anyone push your hair out of your face? let anyone whisper in your ear like that? reminisce about how they used to date you while your girlfriend is sitting right there?”

jungkook’s jaw tenses, his relaxed demeanor shifting. “y/n, come on. it wasn’t like that. yuseo is just a friend, she wouldn’t—”

“oh, she wouldn’t?” you interrupt, voice rising. “jungkook, she was being so obvious, and you did nothing about it. you just sat there and let her act like that right in front of me.”

jungkook exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “you’re being dramatic,” he mutters.

your mouth falls open, anger bubbling over. “dramatic?” you repeat, tone sharp. “you think i’m being dramatic because i don’t like watching another girl throw herself at my boyfriend while he acts like it’s nothing?”

“because it was nothing,” jungkook argues, his own frustration growing. “i wasn’t flirting with her, i wasn’t even paying attention to her half the time. you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

you shake your head, standing up from the couch, the heat in your chest making it impossible to sit still. “forget it,” you mumble, walking away, leaving jungkook sitting there, running a hand down his face in exasperation.

you storm into your shared bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest. you don’t even know why you came in here—you just needed to get away from him, from the argument, from the way he’s making you feel like you’re crazy for being upset.

but jungkook isn’t done. he follows after you, shutting the door behind him with a frustrated sigh. “y/n, seriously, why are you acting like this?” he asks, his tone edged with irritation. “it’s like you’re just looking for something to be mad about.”

you spin around, glaring at him. “are you even listening to me? i’m not looking for something to be mad about, jungkook. i’m mad because you let another girl put her hands on you and talk about your past relationship with her like i wasn’t even there.”

jungkook lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “and what? you think that means something? you think i want her?”

“i don’t know, do you?” you snap.

his jaw clenches, and he exhales harshly, clearly trying to keep his own temper in check. “y/n, you’re acting like you don’t trust me.”

“this isn’t about trust, jungkook. this is about respect.”

he scoffs, rubbing a hand down his face. “or maybe it’s about you being insecure.”

the second the words leave his mouth, he regrets them. but it’s too late.

your face drops, the fire in your eyes flickering out into something much softer, much more painful. it’s like the fight drains out of you in an instant, replaced by an ache so deep you can’t even breathe.

“insecure?” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper.

jungkook’s expression changes in an instant, his frustration melting away into something that looks a lot like regret. “baby, wait, i—”

but you just shake your head, blinking rapidly as your eyes begin to gloss over. “you think i’m insecure just because i don’t like seeing another girl flirt with my boyfriend?”

“no, that’s not—”

“forget it,” you mumble, pushing past him toward the door.

he reaches for you, but you step out of his grasp, grabbing your keys from the dresser. “y/n, wait—”

“don’t follow me,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. “i just… i need to be alone.”

and before he can say another word, you walk out, leaving jungkook standing there, his chest tight with regret as the sound of the door closing behind you echoes through the apartment.

it’s past 2 a.m. when you finally stumble through the front door, the world around you spinning. your fingers fumble with the doorknob, your blurry vision making it almost impossible to get the key in. you never do this—never drink to the point of losing yourself—but tonight was different. this was the worst fight you and jungkook have ever had. you couldn’t sit with the weight of it, so you drowned it in alcohol instead.

as soon as the door creaks open, you see him. jungkook is on the couch, still awake, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together like he’s been sitting there for hours. waiting.

his head snaps up the second you step inside, and in an instant, he’s on his feet, coming straight toward you. “where the hell have you been?” his voice is laced with worry, his brows furrowed as he takes in your disheveled state.

you roll your eyes, still feeling spiteful despite the alcohol coursing through your veins. “none of your business,” you mumble, trying to brush past him.

but jungkook doesn’t let you. his hands come up, gently but firmly gripping your arms to steady you. his brows knit together, his eyes scanning your face. “have you been drinking?” he asks, his voice softer now, but filled with concern.

you blink up at him, and suddenly, everything crashes down on you at once. the fight, the anger, the hurt, the words you both said to each other. the way he called you insecure. the way you left.

your bottom lip trembles, and before you can stop it, a sob breaks past your lips. “jungkook…” you hiccup, clutching onto his shirt as your knees nearly give out. “i’m sorry.”

his arms wrap around you instantly, holding you up as you bury your face into his chest. “hey, hey, it’s okay,” he whispers, his voice gentle as he rubs slow circles into your back.

you shake your head, gripping onto him tighter. “no, it’s not,” you slur, sniffling. “you were right. i was being dramatic. i was being insecure, and i—”

“stop,” jungkook says firmly, pulling back just enough to look at you. his hands cup your face, thumbs wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “don’t say that.”

you look up at him, confused, your vision still hazy. “but—”

“you were right,” he says, his voice thick with guilt. “y/n, you were right to be mad. you were right to feel the way you did. i should’ve shut that shit down. i should’ve listened to you instead of dismissing your feelings.” he shakes his head, his jaw clenching. “and i should’ve never called you insecure. i didn’t mean it. i swear i didn’t. i was just frustrated and being a fucking idiot.”

more tears fall down your face, and jungkook wipes them away as fast as they come, his own eyes glassy with regret.

“i’m so, so sorry,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “please don’t ever think you need to apologize for feeling the way you did. you’re valid, baby. always.”

you sniffle, your body still shaking, but you nod against him, letting him hold you, letting his warmth ground you.

“can we go to bed?” you mumble weakly, exhausted in every possible way.

“of course,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “let’s get you ready for bed, love.”

as jungkook helps you into the bedroom, your steps are wobbly, but his hands are steady. he holds you close, guiding you with so much care that it makes your chest tighten.

once inside, you stop and look up at him, your fingers weakly gripping the fabric of his shirt. “are you sure?” you whisper, your voice small.

jungkook furrows his brows. “about what, baby?”

“that i was right,” you mumble, eyes glossy as you search his face. “that i wasn’t just… being dramatic.”

his expression softens instantly, and he cups your cheeks again, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look at him. “yes, i’m sure,” he says firmly. “y/n, you were right. i should’ve listened to you the first time. i should’ve seen what was happening and done something about it.” his thumb strokes your cheek gently. “i hate that i made you feel like your feelings weren’t valid. i hate that i hurt you. i’m so sorry, baby.”

your lip trembles again, but this time, it’s not from sadness—it’s from relief. you nod, and without another word, you lean in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips.

jungkook exhales into the kiss, his hands holding you like you’re something fragile, something he never wants to break again. he kisses you back just as softly, just as tenderly, letting the moment stretch until you finally pull away, your forehead resting against his.

“let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?” he murmurs.

you nod, letting him guide you to the bathroom. he sits you down on the counter, grabbing a makeup wipe before carefully running it over your face. his touch is gentle, like he’s trying to make up for everything with each soft stroke.

“you don’t have to do this,” you mumble, your eyes fluttering shut as he removes the last of your mascara.

“i want to,” he whispers.

once he’s finished, he helps you change into something comfortable before leading you to bed. the second you both lay down, you curl into his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you impossibly close.

the room is quiet, just the sound of your breathing and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. then, in a soft whisper, jungkook speaks.

“i love you.”

a small, tired smile tugs at your lips. “i love you too.”

and with that, you let sleep take you, safe in the warmth of his arms, knowing that no matter how bad things get, you’ll always find your way back to each other.

[thwd4510]

zayne x f!reader who’s anxious during a flight

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fluff, comf?, mentions of plane crashes, use of petnames (love, darling), use of y/n

summary: you and zayne were both sent to a different location away from linkon on account of work. on the plane, he comforts you during strong turbulence. (half proofread)

As a hunter, you often get sent to different cities to carry out missions and collect data on wanderers. When your partner Xavier decided not to come with you because he had some “business to take care of,” your trusty primary care physician decided to tag along to watch over you.

Your mission is stationed rather far — much more than usual. Because of this, Zayne offered to accompany you. Apart from treating any possible wounds, he’s no stranger to the battlefield – a well-versed combat medic.

Upon boarding your 4-hour flight, you were already experiencing the nervous jitters. Not because of the mission – no – but, rather, all the unfortunate news articles you’ve been reading about in headlines. It seemed as though almost every few scrolls on Moments, you encountered bad news about car and plane crashes, making your blood run cold. How could the universe show you the news now, of all times?

Zayne noticed how you lightly trembled, your grip on your carry-on bag tightening in a manner only someone closely observing you would notice. He places a gentle hand on the small of your back, softly rubbing it to comfort you from whatever is on your mind.

“Darling,” he begins, soft-spoken as always, “are you alright?”

His voice instantly permeates your unsettled nerves, like a warm blanket being veiled over your cold body. Your body relaxes slightly, and you turn to him, humming in response. He ushers you through the plane’s entrance as the line moves along, showing the flight attendant your boarding passes.

“Hi, welcome!” She smiles at us, holding out her hand in front of her. “7 H and J… This way, please.”

You and Zayne both nod, silently thanking her. He repositions his hand on the small of your back, his touch featherlight as he leads you forward to your seats. Once you get there, Zayne – without needing to ask – takes your carry-on bag and places it up in the compartment. Had it not been for his long sleeves, you would be drooling at those muscles flexing.

He finally joins you in sitting down, yours being a window seat. Thankfully, the Association had bought the tickets with free plane WiFi, much to your delight. Naturally, you were on your phone even when the plane had already taken flight.

It wasn’t such a great idea to doom scroll on social media when accidents were still trending at the moment. Those same posts and articles of plane crashes you saw, resulting in many tragic deaths, made your heart begin to thump hard against the inside of your chest.

You were led down a rabbit hole of old news articles and stories of past crashes, making your heart race all the more. It’s starting to hurt – your protocore syndrome, that is. Scrolling, reading, panicking, and breathing labored until you feel a hand clutch your chest for you.

“Love, please,” Zayne firmly pleads, hand beginning to rub your chest soothingly. “Don’t stress yourself out. Your heart will ache.”

He easily pries your phone from your hands, placing it in his own pocket. His hand continues to rub the middle of your chest, trying to calm your relentlessly beating heart hammering against his palm.

“I’m restricting your screen time for the remainder of this flight and the one returning home,” he says, almost scolding you.

However, he just can’t bring himself to even feign upsetness with you when you’re looking at him with such fearful eyes. You nod slowly, knowing that he’s right – he always is. Right as you decide to resign – let yourself be babied by Zayne, perhaps – and accept that you will spend the entire flight either reading a book filled with medical jargon or simply sleeping, the plane begins to rock.

Zayne immediately notices the color fading from your complexion, your face gone pale.

“Y/N-”

“This is it, Zayne,” you clasped your hands together in a praying motion. “I may have accidentally manifested this crash. We are cooked.”

‘Oh, dear,’ Zayne thought, internally sighing.

He lifts up the armrest separating the two of you, getting it out of the way to let himself scoot closer to you. With half his leg now invading the space on your seat, he cups the back of your head in his large palm, gently placing your head on his chest. His other hand cups your cheek, thumb drawing soothing circles on your skin. The steady thrum of his heart against your ear drowns out the sound of the intercom, the pilot’s announcement reduced to incoherent babbling. Zayne’s rhythmic heartbeat serves as the calm to the storm in your head, effectively soothing your panic. By the time the turbulence ends, you’ve long since forgotten what it was that brought you into this position – your face nuzzled against your big teddy bear of a boyfriend.

“You see? It was just turbulence, nothing alarming.”

Zayne’s voice rumbles in his chest, though it was only a soft murmur. The vibrations from his sudden speaking cause you to perk up, snapping out of your little trance.

“Darling?” Zayne calls out to you softly, his hand gently caressing the back of your head. “Did you hear the pilot speaking?”

You raise your head to meet his gaze, albeit your own expression is rather dazed. Your eyes rake over his handsome face, his features effortlessly perfect. His beautiful hazel green eyes appear bright, even in the plane’s dim lighting… His eyebrows that somehow seem well kept despite him never trimming them a day in his life… His nose that you love oh-so much for a few reasons that won’t be mentioned… And his lips – the soft, plush lips that make your favorite sound: Zayne’s voice. The lips that whisper sweet nothings in your ear when you’re in the comfort of his embrace. The lips that kiss the furrow in your brow away and the worries that come from your own lips.

Oh, how you love this man.

“Oh, my,” Zayne whispers, an almost amused look on his face.

He shakes his head, smirking lightly to try and hide the slight tinge of red on his ears.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow at him, not at all embarrassed to be caught admiring him so openly. “I can’t admire my wonderful Dr. Zayne?”

The spectacled man chuckles nasally, letting his hold on you loosen as you sit up.

“I asked if you heard what the pilot said,” he repeats his previous question.

You shake your head, body now relaxing into your seat as Zayne’s hand stays over yours, fingers intertwined.

“The plane went through a few storm clouds. It was only turbulence,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “Do you no longer feel scared?”

You shake your head again, which brings Zayne satisfaction. His lips stretch into a small smile, lighting up his features even more when the ends of his eyes crinkle with joy. He nods in response, elated to know that you’re no longer troubled by your anxiety.

“You could probably save us from a crash anyway,” you lay your head back down on his shoulder, a satisfied smile on your face. “Just form an ice slide and we’re chillin’.”

Zayne chuckles, the pleasant sound like music to your ears. He hums softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your temple.

“Of course,” he says, and you can practically hear the grin on his face. “I’ll make sure to test that out on a willing participant first.”

And of course, after your mission in that city, Zayne had let you play on his “homemade” ice slide until you got tired.

started this draft waaay back in mid december when i was on plane LOL. finally finished it for posting, so i hope you enjoyed!

[nowonz]

you, me, and the sheep | hatake kakashi.

wc: 1.1k | pure fluff | warnings: none! my first fic on this account! i was overwhelmed with love for kakashi today so i wanted to get this out to help me get back into writing <3

Today’s mission did not go as planned. That much is clear, especially as you approach the front door of your boyfriend’s home worn out and bruised. As one of the more experienced shinobi in the mission’s assigned squad, you were appointed to guide your team to the proper location of the target. However, the mission report neglected to inform you that the target had bought protection from a small, nearby village. 

Luckily, there were no fatalities, but your fellow shinobi, Asuma, received a hefty injury to his leg. You’d just come back from the medical ward and were looking forward to seeing your lover. 

You twist the doorknob and quickly take notice of the dim lights and calming atmosphere. Surely he’s not already asleep, you think. But just in case, you quietly slink through the doorway and shrug off your olive green vest. 

“Everything alright?” 

His voice startles you at first, but you calm yourself once you see Kakashi, clad in a simple black top and grey sweatpants, drying his damp hair with a white towel. Despite how long you’ve been together, and even longer friends, you think you’ll never quite get over how beautiful he is without his mask. 

You fold your vest over a kitchen chair and approach his figure. Immediately, he welcomes you into his embrace, warm from his previous shower. 

“Long day then?” He asks, giving you a soft peck atop your hair.

You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his neck. “The longest.”

“I can tell,” he begins, “by the way you’re clinging onto me.”

You push yourself away, not enough to leave his arms but enough to see his face. “What? You can’t say you don’t enjoy it at least a little bit.”

Kakashi hums, tapping a finger to his chin as if he were having to consider it. “Hm, perhaps I do.” He wraps his arms around you a smidge together. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?”

The playful grin on your face is swiftly replaced by one of embarrassment and disappointment. “It was my fault. Lady Tsunade appointed me as the captain of the squad. Asuma got hurt because of me. I should have been more prepared.” You turn away from him, hoping and praying that he doesn’t see the tears filling your waterline. 

Kakashi’s expression softens and he gently guides your chin to him, coaxing you to return his gaze. “It was an honest mistake. It happens.” He cards a hand through your hair, trying to give you comfort the best way he knows how. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, dear. You didn’t let this happen on purpose. We know that, and I’m sure Asuma knows too.”

You bury yourself further into his arms and clutch the fabric of his tee. “Let’s run away together. Just you and me.”

He chuckles, allowing his fingers to dance along the length of your arm. “Run away, huh? And where would we go?” His head tips back and his eyes close, allowing himself to be completely immersed in this new fictional world. One so safe and warm, a domestic life the two of you could never truly have.

“The countryside maybe?” You reply, playing with the silver hair at the base of his neck. “You like sheep, hm?”

Kakashi’s heart trembles. “Yeah, I do like sheep.” His eyes crinkle with the wide grin resting on his lips. “The countryside does sound nice. Just you and me, and some sheep.” The smell of the eucalyptus body wash he gradually stole from you washes over you. 

“Just imagine it… you at the top of a hill, surrounded by sheep. The warm sun on your skin gives you a nice, summer glow.” His voice waivers from one tied to this reality to a more soothing one, a Kakashi that is far away from the gruesome reality he knows. “The sky would be a light blue, the clouds big, fluffy, and white. You’d look stunning.” His hands now trace delicate patterns down the small of your back. 

“Me? Get a load of yourself, handsome,” You say, resting your palms against his cheeks. They warm under your words. “The most handsome shinobi in all the land.” You finish the sentiment with a soft kiss on the top of his nose. 

He hums, covering your hand with his own larger one. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He grips your hand, placing peck after peck down the inside of your wrist. It’s your turn to blush. His other hand grips the plush of your hip, a bit rougher than before. 

“Let’s get married.”

His actions falter, but just for a moment. He stands a bit straighter, eyebrows quirking at your words like he’s not sure what to exactly make of it. “Are you serious?” It’s not that he hasn’t thought about it before, but he’s surprised that you would bring up such a topic so suddenly. It’s different than your usual banter. He knows you're being serious, but he needs to hear you say it. That you want to get married to him. That you want him.

“Of course.” You gently remove his hands from their places on your body and guide him to your shared bedroom. “Do you think Lady Tsunade would be the officiant?”

He snickers at the thought. “I have no doubt she’d take it seriously,” he muses. “But I do think she’d take the opportunity to embarrass the hell out of us, as payback for all the headaches we’ve caused her.”

Grinning, you push him down onto the fleece duvet below. He releases a soft grunt and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to straddle his waist and lower torso. “And then there’d be the wedding night. Just you and me,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he looks up to you. His hands wander up and down your hips, pinching every so often. 

“And the sheep?” you ask as you press one, two, three kisses across his face.

Kakashi nods his head, breathing hitching at the sudden onslaught of affection from you. “Of course. I’m sure they’d love to be a part of our special night.” He teases. 

You lay your head against his chest, feeling every beat and thrum of his heart. His hand drifts up the cradle the back of your head, guiding you to a more comfortable position. He lets out a content sigh and threads his fingers through your hair once more. Soft and tender, just the way you like. “You know, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else but you.”

He expects a response but is met with your breathing reaching a soft, comfortable pattern. Kakashi smiles, resting his lips against your forehead. The simple idea of him being able to live the rest of his life with you is enough to let any worry wash away, and he drifts to sleep with you by his side.

[ikyoudreamofme]

memories-chris sturniolo

C/W:death, loss of a loved one, possible hints to suicide.

A/N: I apologise in advanced, I nearly cried writing this, listen to the song while reading it puts you in your feels. I’m sorry this I’ll make it up to you at some point. I’m proud of this one though

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When you die the brain replays seven minutes of your life.

past

You and chris stumble into the house laughing hysterically, your hand grasping into his bicep to help you climb up the stairs before toppling over onto the floor. Chris laughs louder clutching his ribs as he heaves in a dry breath. You had no memory of what was so funny just that it was creating a memorable moment between the two of you.

~🎞️~

A knock on your door pulls you out of your doom scrolling forcing you out of the warmth and comfort of your bed the cold air hits you painting goosebumps across your arms. Chris stood at the door with a big smile across his face when you open it, a big bouquet of flowers, your favourite, in his hands. You smile stepping out in the bitter cold wrapping your arms around him tightly being careful of the beautiful orchids in his hands.

~🎞️~

You hold the keys in your hand standing in front of the door, chris beside you “you gonna open it?” He hums placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod bringing your hand up unlocking the door with a click pushing it open. The fresh smell of the house, your house, fills your senses. Chris walks in behind you, his hands find your waist as he dips his head to your ear whispering “welcome home baby.”

~🎞️~

It was the annual summer fair that took place in a random field in the middle of July. You,Nick,Chris and Matt had all arrived, splitting up to go on separate rides or play a festival game. You were walking away from a carnival game a big smile wipped across your face as you carry a teddy bear Chris had won you walking hand in hand with chris towards the ferrets wheel. You sat down placing the bear, which you had named billy, on your lap waiting for chris to sit beside you. Everyone had got on the ride and you slowly made it to the top. The bright sky sprayed purples,pinks and oranges blending in with the clouds, the sun resting on the horizon, it was beautiful. You watch the clouds move across the sky in awe your hazel eyes glowing in the sunlight chris couldn’t look away he thought you were gorgeous, the women he would marry, the women who would carry his children you were the women he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he knew it. He brings his hand up to your jaw pulling your stare away from the canvas in front of you, he had a soft look on his face, a look of love. Chris took a long inhale before speaking “ I love you y/n so much” Chris spits out quickly but slow enough for you to hear. Your eyes widen eyebrows raising ever so slightly smiling at him before leaning in to press your lips together. The kiss was slow and passionate, you pull away whispering “I love you too.” Resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you.

~🎞️~

Chris was a well known YouTuber with 7 million subscribers on his channel with his brothers, he kept most of his life private including his relationship with you, he knew how his fans could get and how parasocial some of them can be. You and Chris had been together for a year and 6 months and chris could easily say it’s been the best 18 months he’s had in a while and he feels comfortable sharing your relationship or parts of it. You wake up from a nap picking up your phone seeing numerous notifications from instagram and tiktok. Opening them you see a photo of chris laying on your chest, your hands in his hair it was a photo you took not too long ago. He had tagged you captioning it with a simple heart. Every refresh of the comments there was at least a hundred more of fans going crazy congratulating chris and loving that he’s happy it made you smile, you leave a comment, the same heart he had captioned the photo with.

~🎞️~

It was movie night, every week you and Chris would make popcorn and get loads of sweets and sit and watch a film in his room. You lay under the covers in one of Chris’ hoodies your head in his chest arms wrapped around his waist. Chris’s arms wrapped around you protectively, his hands trailing shapes across your thighs. This was your favourite moment of the week a time when you can relax in the arms of the boy you loved, the boy that made you feel so safe and so loved you were happy because of him.

~🎞️~

It was your first halloween with chris, one of your close friends was throwing a halloween party and you planned to have a couples costume with chris. After many disagreements you both agreed on Steve and Nancy from stranger things, you threw your hair in a ponytail and put your costume on walking up to Chris. After a mini photoshoot you left for the party excitement rushing through your veins, parties were your scene you loved them and Chris knew it very well.

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present day

Chris was dressed in a black suit your favourite flowers in his blazer pocket, pink ones, his hair was a mess like he had ran his fingers through it over and over. The surrounding of his eyes were dark and dead his pupils dilated and bloodshot from the thousands of tears that had left them since that day. The day he never wanted to come especially so soon. He walked out of the room his heart beating louder with every step he took closer to the stage in front of the crowd of people who sat teary eyed in front of him, some were already sobbing. He looked over at the coffin on the right of him the teddy he had won you sat on top of it with flowers placed around him.

Chris took a deep breath before reading off of the paper layed in front of him. “I never thought I would have to do this so young and so soon but y/n was such a big part in my life in all of our lives she always made me smile and laugh, she brought happiness to anyone who needed it, she found a way to make everyone’s day better… especially mine she made my life perfect like it came out of a romance book.” Chris choked on his words taking a second to hold back his cries “Whenever I was tired of stressed she would be there to help me through any struggles I faced. Her laugh was funnier then what made her laugh in the first place and her smile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Everything about her was so beautiful, so perfect. She was a great friend to anyone especially my brothers Matt and Nick who loved when she was around nearly as much as I did. she made everyone feel welcomed and happy. She was the daughter,friend and girlfriend everyone needs in their life and I’m so happy she was in mine. I love you so much y/n our memories will be forever I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you when you needed it. Goodbye sweetheart.” Chris finishes, he was now crying hysterically tears pouring out of his eyes as he walks off the stage, the audience crying with him. Matt and Nick walk up to him crying too embracing chris in a much needed hug.

[mortiskiller]

A Fulfilling Career

A story inspired by @oofooferson and a conversation we had. Enjoy!

I took this job out of loyalty to the royal family, after all being chosen to be the personal butler to Lord Harris is an immense honor. What I could not anticipate was how much serving his highness would broaden my horizons.

My first day was filled with anxiety and nerves. I had never met Lord Harris, how would he react to someone with no experience serving such a distinguished house and Lord. Questions raced through my mind. What does a butler do? Should I have a schedule? Where do I even start? As thoughts flooded my mind bring a nervous heat to my cheeks, my eyes snapped to attention as my Lord was announced to his new staff. A heavy wooden door slowly opened revealing a sight that instantly emptied my mind of anything besides the sight before me.

Tailored in fine linens and cloth, a rich dark red shirt pulled tightly across his rounding stomach. Black pants of fine silk trimmed with gold seeming to be painted on caressing thick legs jiggling as he walked forward. A chest bluging with a mix of muscle and fat that gave him a delicious barrel-chested look. Capped off with a round cherry face, framed by a double chin you could grab inches of. His hair falling in ringlets out of a fine forest green cap adorned with feathers of beautiful birds of the his lands.

It was not until a hand touched my shoulder did I realize he was talking to me. “Hello, I am Lord Harris and judging by your attire you must be my new butler. Welcome aboard!”. His sentence punctuated by a firm slap to my back, revealing the muscle hidden under his deceptively round frame.

After a full day of getting acquainted with the estate and my responsibilities, it was my first time serving Lord Harris his dinner. The walk from the kitchen to his dining hall was brisk walk, 2 to 3 minutes of marveling at the finely appointed walls. Serving the Lord his dinner, my role was to stay near by to minster to any of his needs. “Please, do not just stand there like a statue in my gardens, sit and let's talk.” I was unsure of what we would have in common, but the conversation eased me into a comfortable sense of talking with a friends. Without much thought I began eating with the Lord as well. Minutes turned to hours and as the moon shine bright against the halls curtains, the meal was done. Saying our good byes, I cleaned the plates and began my walk to the kitchen. “Butler!” Lord Harris exclaimed. “Make sure at my future meals you instruct the kitchen to make you a meal as well, I enjoy your company.” Heat rapidly filled my cheeks, I could feel myself blushing at this admission of shared intimacy. “Yes my lord, it would be my pleasure!” Leaving the dining hall I was filled with an excitement for the future.

One year later…

If you would have told me on my first day I would become fast friends with Lord Harris, I would called you mad! Yet day after day we continued our budding friendship. Shared meals turned into walks around the grounds and conversations that deepened our bond. Week after week the kitchen produced the most delectable of dishes constantly begging me to try them. As our friendship grew, so did my waist line. It was not lost on me that I was eating more and more of the Lord Harris’s meals. It was not without a small amount of embarrassment I had to ask the royal tailor for a new uniform as my body cling to each pound. While I was still smaller then my lord, it was quickly becoming a matter of time before I matched it exceeded his size.

After a long day of preparing for the Spring Festival that drew attendees from far lands, I was exhausted. Each pound lead to growing strain to complete my duties. My feet and back ache from pacing the grounds to coordinate the staff. Heavy breathing announced my imminent arrival to the staff. Whispers in the servants quarters spoke of Lord Harris taken a liking to me like a prize hog at the fair. Keeping me on due to his lust for men that matched his own robust physique.

These thoughts were far from my mind as I trudged to my quarters. My clothes felt restricting and tight as I created a mental note to see the tailor again. Opening my door the aromas of a feast wafted out. Before me were platters of fine meats and cheeses, warm soft breads with bowls of butter and jam. Even a small amount of cake adorned with decorations of butter cream icing. Instinctively my mouth watered and my hands started to run my soft curvaceous gut.

As I sat down all the aches and pains faded as the first bite of roasted duck and Brie exploded into my mouth. Thick slices of brown bread coated in butter disappeared faster and faster as I ate. Sweet fruity notes coated my mouth as bites of cake complimented the savory spread before me. Crumbs littered the trays as I fell back into my bed. Feebly my hands soothed my packed stomach. Every few seconds brought a belch that reverberated through my body and brought relief to my stuffed stomach. Minutes passed as the sense of being completely full washed over me.

In my stupor, I failed to notice my chamber door open. A clearing throat jolted me to a sitting position. Seeing Lord Harris before me, I tried to stand, but instead of an apologetic greeting, a belch that shook the room escaped my mouth. As if my the will of the trickster gods the button holding my trousers together blasted off. Hitting the door frame just to the right of the lords head. “Well, I see you enjoyed the food I had sent to you.” Lord Harris’s face offered a sly smile betraying is knowledge of my weakness for the fine dishes we shared every day. Horrified by my hog like behavior I was stuck lay in bed, my pants forced open, stomach bloated and distended, and cheeks flushed with shame and a concerning level of arousal.

Lord Harris sat down next to me and with our word lifted my shirt to reveal the doughy packed orb that my abdomen had become. His hands traced delicate lines that made my body shake and I struggled not to moan. “You have been working so diligently as of late, I wanted to show my appreciation.” Lord Harris's words felt heavy and warm as his breath filled my ears and warmed my neck. “My lord, I…”, one hand snapped to my mouth, his from grip closing my mouth. “No need to be formal anymore, please call me Jacob.” I could feel my body growing warm with arousal, here was the man I have listed after for a year taking pleasure in me eating like a cow and exploring my body. “Of course… Jacob.”

“Now I see you have not finished the cake I had made for you, we can't have that can we?” Jacob stood up and dropped his robe revealing him clad in hair his briefs, a mix of firm muscle and fat giving him the look of a bear. He walked over to the tray holding the cake and brought it back to the bed. “Get comfortable.” he said taking a bite of cake. My hands trembled as I took off my uniform, showing a contrast in our bodies. While years of exercise and eating had left Jacob fat yet strong, I was a soft man. Where he was firm and soft, I was just soft yielding lard.

Wordlessly we took turns feeding eachother bites of cake. Hands groping our bodies as the cake slowly disappeared. I could feel his stomach expand and bloat with the richness of the cake, each bite I feed him punctuated by him playing with my nipples. In turn he fed me massaging the gas out of me, filling the room with belches and moans.

What seemed like an hour passed as we fed each other leaving us bloated, round, and lusting for each other.

Wordlessly we took turns feeding eachother bites of cake. Hands groping our bodies as the cake slowly disappeared. I could feel his stomach expand and bloat with the richness of the cake, each bite I feed him punctuated by him playing with my nipples. In turn he fed me massaging the gas out of me, filling the room with belches and moans.

What seemed like an hour passed as we fed each other leaving us bloated, round, and lusting for each other. As the last crumbs of cake disappeared, Jacob's hands roamed my body, tracing the curves of my stomach and squeezing my soft flesh. I couldn't help but moan in response, my body trembling with desire. He leaned in close, his warm breath whispering against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice husky with arousal. "So soft and vulnerable."

I felt a surge of embarrassment at his words, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands on my skin. He was gentle, yet firm, his touch igniting a fire within me. I reached out, hesitant at first, and touched his stomach, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the layer of fat. He groaned in response, his eyes closing in ecstasy as I massaged his belly.

As we touched each other, our bodies seemed to melt together, our differences in shape and size becoming irrelevant. We were two men, lost in a world of pleasure and desire, our hunger for each other insatiable. The room around us faded away, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath us.

Jacob's hands slipped lower, cupping my groin as he pulled me closer. I felt a rush of excitement as our bodies pressed together, our bellies touching as we shared a kiss. As Jacob pulled away a blast of hot breath filled my face as he belched in my face. “Sorry, I may have had some cider before coming to your quarters.”

As we kissed, our hands began to wander, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound sense of intimacy. Jacob's fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he touched my nipples, my stomach, and finally, my groin. I felt a surge of excitement as he wrapped his hand around my cock.

I reciprocated, reaching out to grasp Jacob's cock in my hand. He was thicker than I was, and I marveled at the way it filled me hand. We began to jerk each other off, our hands moving in tandem as we explored the rhythms of each other's bodies.

The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the soft slapping of our hands against our skin. I felt myself getting harder, my cock throbbing with anticipation as Jacob's hand moved up and down my shaft. He was getting harder too, his eyes closed in ecstasy as I stroked him.

As we jerked each other off, our bodies began to move closer together. Our bellies touched, our chests pressed against each other as we deepened our kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the sensation of our hands on each other's skin.

But it wasn't enough. We wanted more. Jacob pulled away from me, his eyes locked on mine as he smiled mischievously. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I nodded eagerly, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of oral sex. Jacob leaned forward, his mouth opening wide as he took me in. His lips wrapped around my cock like a warm glove is surrounding me in wet heat that left me breathless

His tongue danced across my flesh swirling patterns that had me gasping for air. As he sucked I lost all control. Minutes felt like hours as he took me to heights of arousal I could not imagine. Burps flowed out of me as he went down on me. My body tensed as I shot my seed down his throat. I wanted to return the favor.

As I descended down Jacob's body, my mouth watering in anticipation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I had never done this before, but something about Jacob's gentle nature and kind eyes put me at ease.

I reached his groin, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight of his erect cock. It was thicker than I had expected, and I felt a surge of desire as I wrapped my lips around the head. Jacob gasped in response, his hands reaching out to gently stroke my hair as I began to suck.

I took my time, savoring the taste and texture of his flesh as I moved up and down his shaft. Jacob's moans grew louder, his body tensing with pleasure as I deepened my strokes. His lower belly roll resting gently on my head as I licked and sucked. I could feel the veins throbbing beneath my tongue.

As I sucked, Jacob's hands grew more insistent, guiding my head as he thrust into my mouth. His movements were slow at first, but they grew faster and more urgent as he approached climax. I could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles tensing beneath my touch.

And then, suddenly, he was coming. His cock erupted in a burst of hot semen that filled my mouth and spilled down my chin. Jacob's body arched back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he let out a low groan of pleasure.

We lay panting and holding each other letting the arousal give way to a warm sense of intimacy.

“I could go for a snack, you?” Jacob kissed my lips as he lead me toward the kitchen. I can't believe this is my job.

[fictional-reylin]

──⟢・⸝⸝ Staring as a form of confession

Warnings: none

Word Count: 538

Author’s Notes: At first wanted Reader to be a jerk and cause König an anxiety attack, but then I remembered that I suck at writing these scenes cause then my own body will be like “hey let’s give you an anxiety attack”

──⟢・⸝⸝ Summary

König who isn’t really that great with social interaction can only do so much when it comes to his crush on you. Thankfully you do not have that problem.

You are welcome to send requests, don't forget to check this post: ಇ.┊[requests] .ᐟ

König was never the social butterfly among the base, that much was really obvious. Doing what he needed to do, staying away from people, it was what he felt comfortable with as long as he remembered. Yet when he saw you, it all somehow changed to interact with people.

It should have been easy, go up to you and just strike a conversation. Unfortunately his social anxiety put a mental barrier around him, too afraid to do something, to say something that would not be okay. So he switched to the next best thing, staring. It’s not like you would notice him, well technical anyone can notice him, he was towering over everyone after all, but as long as you didn’t confront him about it everything was great.

“Colonel, why do you keep staring at me ?”

Damn, you weren’t afraid to approach him. He had hoped that with his physique and higher rank, you wouldn’t dare to even look at him. Guess he was wrong. Still, he wasn’t about to spill his heart to you, too blunt, too risky, too weird. So he just stared down at you, like he starred at a stray cat that demanded food.

After you finally left because of his lack of response, he thought that was the end of it. It wasn’t. You kept coming back to him, standing next to him, eating next to him. You weren’t even on his team, so why the hell did you keep following him every chance you got ? It’s like he minded, he was actually ecstatic to have you so close to him, but you didn’t question him, or try to strike up a conversation, you just followed him like a shadow.

It continued like that until a faithful day you got tired of waiting for him to open up. You knew he had feelings, it was so obvious, at least to you, and you just couldn’t stand it that he would rather stare at you all day long than say anything, so after your lack of results form your own staring, you decided to confess.

Well, trying at least, because when you started marching towards him with that determined look on your face, it felt like he was about to get in trouble. How exactly he didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to find out, so he kept walking away from you.

Days. Days you two were playing this game of cat and mouse, until you finally cornered him in the bathroom.

“What are you doin-”

“No, shut up. Since you won’t tell me I’ll tell you. You are into me and I’m into you. Let’s date”

He blinked. Slowly, like a cat. This was a prank right ? It had to be. His whole squad was now probably waiting outside this door for a good laugh. You were probably holding one at the absurdity of the situation.

It’s like you read his mind when you kicked the door open. Angrily showing him that there was no one.

“I know your overthinking, but that won’t stop me. So say yes before I walk away”

At that he nodded, not able to let a word out. He probably should’ve started staring at you long time before.

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