#any other kiss might be mild in comparison

[moonspirit]

hello beautiful person! i hope you're having a good week! 🫶

how long do you think it'll take annie to utter the words 'i love you' after the rumbling, considering she’s never said that before and loving and being loved is just so new to her, and how long do you think it'd take armin to accept that she might actually mean it?👀

Hi Cris, thanks for the question :3 this is personally a favourite topic of mine T////T!

I think it'll take her quite a long time.

Because as you said, loving and being loved is new to her. The way I see it, Annie isn't someone who's very comfortable with talking about matters of the heart, especially when it relates to herself. She can summon sarcasm and dry humour well enough when it concerns someone else, but her? Her feelings? Her emotions? Good god no; the girl was barely able to meet Armin's eye on the boat and couldn't ask him about his "other girlfriends" without going about it in an extremely roundabout way.

But jokes aside, has anyone ever told her anything even remotely similar to such words before? Not her father. Nobody on the Warrior team before they split in Marley. Not Reiner, not Bertholdt. Paradis was the first place where she experienced something akin to friendship and the sensation of forming bonds with people, and even then she had to remind herself constantly who she was and what her purpose was to be. There was barely anything to dream of except maybe the dim hope of making it back home and live maybe a few bleak years with her dad before her life in this world ended unremarkably. She may have yearned for love and affection but there was no place in her world for it, and so it's not hard to believe she shut her heart off to the concept entirely. So when it actually comes to wanting to tell Armin those magical three words, it's going to be stuck in her throat for a long time.

That's not to say she's bad at expressing herself, physically at least. In general I think talking is so much harder than showing via actions; it's so hard to actually say something, while in comparison, expressing those suppressed thoughts through body language and the senses is much easier. So while Annie may not tell Armin out loud that she loves him, it won't be a difficult task for him to know and understand how she feels about him. (After all, on the boat, she was soooo red in the face huddling into herself that he figured out immediately that she likes him back). It could be in her clear blue eyes, or her gentle touches, her sweet and mild kisses, or her comforting caresses; the three words that he doesn't need to hear but can always, always see and feel.

Switching over to Armin though, I don't think that it's going to take much for him to believe it when she says she loves him. As in, there's not going to be any grounds for him to wonder whether she means it or not due to any "fault" of hers. Rather, if anything, it could be his own guilt and insecurity and self loathing that makes him wonder if she should love him at all, because he sees himself in such a poor light that there can't possibly be anything great that could draw her toward him and tie her down to such a pathetic guy. Taking this factor out of the equation tho, I don't believe he'd doubt what comes out of her mouth as far as respecting her honesty and truthfulness goes anyway.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Twenty Questions: Fic Author Edition

tagged by @professionalfangrrl and @no-where-new-hero Thank you!

1-How many works do you have on ao3?

23. Since tumblr is such a mess I try to even post my drabbles there.

2-What's your total AO3 word count?

303,924 (literally how is it that many??)

3-What fandoms do you write for?

The Hunger Games, The Office, and The Blue Castle. Back on ff.net I also had one fic for Twilight and one for Persuasion, though these are no longer posted and I don't have plans to re-post them.

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Katniss Wants Kisses

I Do

Sing You Back Home

The Only One

Better Man

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

99% of the time, yes, at least on ao3. I don't always if someone replies to my reply, lol. It's a delight to respond to readers! Especially those that take time to comment.

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The angstiest ending I've written is I Do, probably. It's an AU taking place in a similar situation to Mockingjay so I'd say it's fairly equivalent in terms of death and trauma.

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The True Name, I'd say. As a Blue Castle fanfic, The True Name sticks with the canon super fairy tale ending.

8-Do you get hate on fics?

I did get one call-out comment on ao3 for a post I'd made here on tumblr, but other than that I don't remember any negative comments on ao3. I for sure got hate on ff.net all those years ago. It was rare in comparison to the positive comments, but I got PMs for I Do that I would consider hate, and some more critical comments on that one. I did get a straight-up anon hate comment directed toward me, the author, not the work, on Roses and Pearls the first time I posted it on ff.net, but the person ended up PMing me and apologizing which was big of them.

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have written explicit smut that I haven't published and "M" rated smut that is mild and I have published. And some fade-to-black. I'm trying to get more comfortable in this area though I don't think I'll ever be an author someone goes to for smut.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I am currently working on a Hungers Game/Hadestown crossover and I am breaking my creative brain to work it.

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I haven't looked for it and no one has alerted me to any. I know some of my deleted work exists in personal libraries, but I don't care as long as those aren't shared publicly.

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

I Do was translated into Chinese and Russian as far as I remember. I think some of the old Roses and Pearls was translated into Chinese also. My old deleted fic Sing For Me might have been translated as well? Not aware of/remember any others!

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nothing that's been published.

14-What's your all-time favorite ship?

Everlark. They are my true, ultimate OTP.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ah a call-out! Probably Both Sides Now. I'd like for it to be finished, but you know, there are some things that just like that.

16-What are your writing strengths?

You want me to compliment myself?! Well, I like writing dialogue and a comment I often get is that I write in-character for my fics, which is something I strive to do.

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

My prose. I have to think real hard about that stuff. I feel my prose is very cliche and pedestrian, and anything that isn't comes from my blood, sweat, and tears to make it decent. The atmosphere of my writing especially suffers for this.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I wrote some descriptions of ASL for Both Sides Now as I made Lavinia deaf in that fic. I took four semesters of ASL in college so I felt comfortable with that, but other than maybe some Spanish I otherwise would only feel comfortable using someone's help with the translation.

19-First fandom you wrote for?

Wrote for would be The Hunger Games. I would "write" fanfiction in my head since I was a little kid and Sabrina and Harvey broke up on Sabrina the Teenage Witch but first actual writing was The Hunger Games. Waiting for Mockingjay to be released was a bitch and got me started.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written?

Following my heart, I have to go with Sing You Back Home. I put a lot into it, including my own tears. As an Everlark shipper its premise is very important to me--Prim lives and so Katniss and Gale don't have a falling out and it's confirmed again and again that no matter what, Everlark would have happened anyway.

Tagging: @bodyelectric77 @jenniferiawrence @katnissmellarkkk @adsosfraser @caesarflickermans @browneyeddevil and anyone else I might be forgetting!

[allegra-writes]

"And They Were Roommates" Part III

Armand x Daniel Molloy; Louis x Lestat

General Audiences

Warnings: General horniness, Daniel discovering the blue and pink light of bisexuality, graphic karaoke action, Lestat not beating the allegations of nepo baby-ism, Lestat probably singing about himself, cheesy 80s songs.

Another chapter by the incredible @faerywhimsy so please don't doubt about showing her some well deserved love.

Chapter 3: Karaoke Night

This wasn't the first time Daniel had hung out with Louis and Lestat. Hell, they'd been over at his place just the other night. He knew—and liked—Armand's friends plenty. Lestat was an utter riot. He was so over the top that it had made Alice's ultimatum look mild in comparison. Okay, no, that was still too soon. Louis, though, was quieter as well as the warmer of the two. Armand had made it pretty clear Louis had flirted with him once, when they'd first met, though Daniel hadn't registered it at the time.

"Do I need to be worried, now, that you and Louis are still such good friends?" Daniel had only thought to ask of Armand after the long, loooong make out session and more that had happened after Alice left him.

Thought hadn't been super high on Daniel's priority list before that. Learning the way Armand felt underneath his hands when it wasn't just a casual embrace, or leaning each other for movie night, that had been the most important thing. Licking his way clear along Armand's clavicle, which had been somehow driving Daniel's subconscious wild for at least a month, that had been a more important thing.

From the moment Armand had stalked across their living room and grabbed him by the collar of his polo, a lot of things from the past couple of weeks had suddenly become abundantly, inescapably clear.

For all that, Daniel didn't wanna be stepping on any other guy's toes, just because he didn't really get being bisexual yet. It... hadn't really felt good to him when Alice's voice had reached that pitch and she'd demanded of him something he hadn't been able to give. Armand was still his best friend. The absolute last thing Daniel wanted was to put Armand into any kind of situation like the one he'd just been in. The one Armand had basically stepped up and protected him from.

Armand, in response, had just given him and his question a cool, distant look.

Which prompted Daniel to say more words. "Look, I don't... I just don't wanna make you have to choose between us. Him or me, kinda like..."

Armand had only stepped forward then to press a finger against Daniel's lips. A finger he'd then replaced with his mouth.

Only when Armand was good and done with kissing him did Armand pull away. Daniel was in a daze. How long, he wondered, was it gonna be until his best friend-turned-best kisser in the actual world stopped pulling the carpet straight out from under him every time they touched?

What were movie nights on the couch even gonna feel like now?

"You don't need to worry about Louis," Armand had said, bringing Daniel's thoughts back to the present.

"Good." Daniel gave a little chuckle, even as he'd rubbed a hand over the back of his neck self consciously. "Cause I think Lestat is probably the jealous type."

There was a look on Armand's face then that Daniel didn't even begin to know how to read, let alone ask about.

Karaoke night. Daniel arrived with Armand, getting there later than Louis and Lestat who were already in the usual booth. It was a private booth with a pole near the edge of the stage, one of those spinny ones Daniel didn't have the least inclination or awareness on how to use. He was there to sing, not make an utter tit of himself by trying and failing to defy gravity.

He had seen Lestat eying it up a few times. That had been what might have inspired him to start a bit of a running bet with Louis as to how many weeks it would take before Lestat could be seen swinging around that pole. If it was tonight, it would sure take the sudden hyperfocus off Daniel and Armand's new relationship status.

Boyfriends. More than roommates. Daniel had never had a boyfriend before. Just the other day, he still thought he was straight.

Tonight, Armand had a proprietary arm draped over Daniel's shoulders in a flagrant sign of ownership. He'd been a little bit this way the night Louis and Lestat had come around to their place, but Daniel had mistakenly thought that demonstration had probably been just because it was still only so new. This was the first time they'd gone out together like this, and Daniel wasn't quite sure he would have been so comfortable with Armand's continuing outward display of physical affection if they'd been coming out tonight to see anyone other than Louis and Lestat.

"Hey guys." Daniel gave a wave because his hand was free, even if the movement of it was just a little curbed by the heaviness of Armand's arm. He was gonna play this cool. Totally cool.

Lestat was already looking over song choices, but Louis looked up to greet them from the booth and a ready jug of beer surrounded by four glasses. His smile was warm as he met first Armand's eyes, then Daniel's. Again, Daniel kinda wondered whether he had anything to worry about there. But Armand's arm never moved from across his shoulders, and Daniel trusted him. He really did.

"Hey Daniel. Armand." Louis. He patted the seating of the booth beside him, towards the back in the U-shape of the chair. Armand didn't move for a moment but, when he did, he led the way so that he would be sitting closest to Louis, which would leave Daniel closest to the edge, opposite Lestat.

"Ooh, I have the first one!" Lestat announced by way of greeting. There was a neon light in the room that lit up Lestat's locks like it was no one's business. With Daniel's dark hair and both Armand and Louis' skin, Lestat was far and away the brightest thing in the room, and that was before he grinned pointedly. "Do we want to know why you two are late?"

The waggling of his eyebrows that joined this query definitely suggested the follow up question, Sex before Karaoke, or after?

"You're early," Armand rejoined easily, not feeding into Lestat's tone at all.

Which, Daniel thought, looking over at Louis, was probably good. Louis had rolled his eyes and looked away from both his current- and his ex-boyfriends as though there was something very interesting about the damask wallpaper print on the back wall.

Lestat huffed out a breath, then made a show of looking down at a wrist watch that was likely more than the last three of Daniel's paychecks combined. Damn, Lestat was the lead singer in a band that was aspiring. The Vampire Lestat had hardly made headlines anywhere yet, so where did all his damn money come from? Vampires were so over anyway. Who did Lestat think he was? Anne Rice, or something?

"Perhaps," Lestat allowed eventually, in what was one of the least gracious acknowledgements of someone else being right Daniel thought he'd ever seen.

But he didn't say anything about that, because he was here to make a good impression tonight. As Armand's boyfriend.

"What's the song you picked?" Daniel asked gamely, because it was certainly a safer topic than anything else Lestat had started.

Louis shot him a look across the booth that was definitely grateful. Armand reached over and took Daniel's hand. And Lestat smiled widely at him. Daniel figured he'd made a pretty fair start to tonight.

"Well," Lestat said, and the opening chords to Nick Cave’s Red Right Hand began to play around them as Lestat all but skipped to the stage. He held the microphone stand with an experienced flourish, sending it forward towards the booth before pulling it back by the electrical cord.

It wasn’t the first time Daniel had seen Lestat in his element this way. What wasn’t really fair was the way he always claimed the first song. Daniel… didn't have the confidence Lestat did. Louis didn’t even sing most of the times they were here, so Lestat took twice the number of songs. Whose idea had it been to pick karaoke as the main regular catch up of this group? Daniel hardly had to guess. He just wondered what made Armand and Louis both agree to it.

None of that mattered right then, though. Because while Armand perused the song list, Daniel grew incredibly distracted by the way Armand had stared stroking little patterns across his palm.

He shuddered, only half paying attention to Lestat’s first performance, if even that much.

Lestat’s French accent was as subsumed as was more or less normal when he sang, but he gave he song particular inflections that were all his own. Nick Cave’s lyrics rolled from Lestat’s tongue as though they'd been written for him. He strutted back and forth during the instrumental sections. Lestat was a good looking man. Daniel was pretty sure he was allowed to think that kinda thing now. It all would have probably been very interesting, if not for Armand.

Yet, every time Daniel looked next to him to meet Armand's gaze, his boyfriend's brown eyes were still tilted down towards the song list. He didn't, not even once, look up to meet Daniel's eyes. And yet the tips of those clever fingers told Daniel that Armand's attention was never far from him.

The feeling was entirely mutual. It was definitely... very warm in here. Had they forgotten to put on the air conditioners tonight? Maybe Daniel needed to go see someone about this.

And yet, he could all too easily imagine Armand's fingers spreading to take his whole wrist within them if Daniel tried to move. So he stayed very, very still.

Daniel hazarded a glance towards Louis to see if he was aware of the growing hardness secretly happening in his pants, and with so little reason! But Louis only seemed to have eyes for Lestat as he rounded towards the end of Red Right Hand. Thank god for small mercies!

The next song was already beginning to play as Lestat came down from the stage. Daniel was still distracted but Armand, it seemed, had ended up picking something.

The country twang of the opening notes got Daniel's attention immediately. Hang on, what?

None of the four of them were on the stage. Lestat's eyebrows rose. "Who is singing this?" he demanded. It did not sound like a compliment.

Daniel glanced towards Armand. Unexpectedly, this time Armand actually was staring straight back at him. Daniel coughed out a laugh.

"Oh, you're on!" he crowed.

Daniel had recognised it immediately from those opening chords. Of course he had. This was the song that had been Armand’s ring tone on his phone for weeks.

Snorting, Daniel pushed himself up. If the song was playing anyway, Daniel had a point he wanted to make.

He was in this with Armand. Stupidly. Hornily. Completely.

The cheeky grin felt like it covered his whole face as he cupped the microphone in one hand. Armand hadn’t even tried to get out from the booth after him. That worked for Daniel. He'd sing this thing just for him.

Daniel picked it up seamlessly halfway through the first chorus, which were of course a repeat of the first half.

"I want you to want me. I need you to need me..."

He was thankful only that he'd chosen sturdy denim jeans for the night that would hide a host of sins under the lights he suddenly stood under. Between the song choice and the casual under table touching, Daniel felt horridly dishevelled. If he'd ever felt this way with Alice, he didn't remember it.

For half of the lyrics, Daniel wasn’t even in tune. But what he lacked in musical talent, he made up for with swagger. Just dancing back and forth. Shoulders moving up and down in time with the words, even more so every time the chorus came back.

“Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying? Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dying...”

By the time he came back to sit next to Armand, his dark hair was damp over his brow and he was convinced he’d just done his best performance ever on that stage.

His phone buzzed in his pocket before he sat down, and Daniel looked at it real quick.

A message from Armand. Who was sitting right in front of him now. I need you to need me 😘

Daniel leaned over. He was flushed and the whole world seemed amazing. “I do,” he whispered into Armand’s ear even as he fell back into the booth. Well, spoke the words normally rather than speaking over the music anyway.

Because Lestat was already back up on stage. And Daniel realised, oh, he loved this song! it was one of Lestat's own. How the fuck had Lestat managed to bribe the owners here to add it to the list? Did he really come here often enough for that? It was such a vanity project moment, and yet Lestat's cheeks and jawline were as pronounced as Daniel had ever seen them as he hummed out those opening notes. He was so involved in performing his own song here and like this that it didn't even seem to matter what the rest of them might be thinking.

For his part, Daniel knew Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene well enough from all the hours he'd spent listening to it on Myspace after he'd first heard it via Armand. Lestat didn't know this, but Daniel loved this song. He must have started mouthing along with the lyrics because, at some point, he noticed Lestat was pointing back at him. Daniel started, then pointed to his own self doubtfully. Lestat nodded, turning his hand around and crooking a finger back towards himself. The expression on his face while he sung seemed suggestive as hell.

No. Lestat couldn’t he serious. Daniel wasn’t just gonna go up there and join Lestat on singing his own damn song!

Except, karaoke was about fun. And Lestat looked like he was having a lot of fun up there. More than that, he wanted Daniel to join him.

There was still a light sheen of sweat against Daniel’s brow from the last song. Armand wasn't even touching him again yet, so this was a good time to go if he was gonna. His hard on had definitely calmed down during his time on stage. He found himself slowly sliding towards the end of the booth, only looking back at Armand only once. Armand nodded his head encouragingly.

Ah fuck it. He knew these lyrics back to front and wouldn’t even need to look at the prompter. Maybe Daniel could learn something about Lestat’s showmanship while he was up there.

Daniel downed the last of his beer before wholly committing to stepping out of the booth. Lestat had finished off the second chorus as Daniel leaned into the mic. He was surprised to find, as he begin the second verse, that Lestat didn’t sing it with him. Raising his eyebrows up to Lestat, he saw only that Lestat had taken half a step back and minimising his performance just to clicking both hands every other beat.

Oh, that wouldn’t do.

From somewhere in TV as a child, Daniel pulled out the finger waggle. Combined it with some steps he’d picked up from too many watches of Grease over the years. If they were doing this, they were doing it.

Lestat’s blond eyebrows lifted high, but he easily joined Daniel in the dance moves. The chorus was upon them before Daniel knew it and he and Lestat belted it out alongside each other.

“-straw blond hair, his arms hard and lean, he's the angel of small death and the codeine scene-”

It was hard to stand this close to Lestat without seeing the physical resemblance of him to the lyrics they sung.

At some point, Daniel looked out to Armand and Louis and saw Armand had pulled out the the small handheld camcorder he brought with him everywhere for ‘just in case’ moments.

By the last chorus, Lestat decided Daniel’s “moves” wouldn’t suffice any longer. Instead, dredged out some pop moves from the 80s and 90s and Daniel could help but laugh as he recognised them and followed through with him.

If he’s been sweaty after the last song, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. Daniel had come up here to have fun, and had worked out to have the time of his life. He was laughing and whistling at Lestat as they both came down from the stage, Lestat simply clapping in his direction and laughing as though he couldn’t contain it any better than Daniel.

The only downside was that, in their absence, Louis and Armand had finished off the jug of beer between them. And Daniel had finished what he'd had left of his own glass before he'd stepped up on that stage.

“Guess it’s my shout,” Daniel said, grimacing.

But, of course, Armand wouldn’t have that. He pulled a note out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Daniel. Cause of course he did. He'd been doing this far longer than they'd been boyfriends. Daniel didn't even see a point in arguing the topic with his fancy law intern boyfriend before he caught it between two forefingers then lifted it in a salute.

[tiredassmage]

bouncing off your cipher quinn au, tyr and quinn for the ship suggestion meme?

First of all, this ask made me date-check how long I've been contemplating Tyr and Quinn kissing to begin with and the fact that it's almost been half a year (almost to the DATE even) is NOT real, time is SO FAKE oh my gooodddd...

Anyway, yeah. Tyr and Quinn kissing in my head is far from new, but I still have yet to do much about it because I can't quite puzzle out how I want it to... work. But its initial origins are in Tyr as Cipher Nine and Quinn still in his role as loyal officer to the Sith Warrior and I think so much of the appeal of these two in my brain is down to their individual, bone-deep dedications to their work. Quinn's whole entire loyalty thing really unravels me for his romance, tbqh.

And what I think gets Tyr so bad for him is his conviction (and, I mean, those incredible blue eyes of his certainly aren't a bad bonus). And also *honks clown nose* I have jokingly told myself this is that ship where Tyr takes one look at Malavai's weird loyalties with the Empire and mutters under his breath "I could fix him."

Tyr can't even fix his own sleep schedule, so like honks clown nose again, but I digress.

Really, this is probably one of those pairings that I can't get out of my system because I think both of them are immensely pretty and I think they should kiss because of it. There doesn't have to be a deeper reason even though stars help them, there certainly could be a lot for them to work through.

Loyalty is the catching point I predict for them. Quinn's dedication is as attractive as it is the one thing that Tyr is almost adamant he can change. Where Quinn sees duty, Tyr sees the trappings that nearly cost him his life and liberty as Cipher Nine, and Tyr has very strong feelings and opinions about how nobody deserves to go through something like that. Ever. Especially in the Empire. Them having a relationship at all relies heavily on Tyr being able to convince Malavai of this and for them to both come to terms about Tyr's less than stellar feelings about the Empire.

Still, Tyr tends to at least respect someone so strong in their convictions, even if he doesn't necessarily agree. I could honestly see this all starting as kind of an accident out of a very passionate discussion about the state of the Empire and then they're making a bit too much eye contact and oh, no, they're a bit up in each other's space and oh. Be a real shame if they kissed. Be a real shame if that was the way they ended this argument.

I have no idea how seriously or jokingly I suggest this.

It could go really standoffish or it could go incredibly, incredibly right. There's some kind of parallel in there to how dedicated Quinn can be to people and how dedicated to ideals Tyr is. Malavai is rather good at structure, so he'd be particularly good at reprimanding Tyr for his work-filled schedule. Tyr seems to have a way of making other workaholics (looking at you, Theron) seem mild in comparison.

Anyway/ultimately/what have you, it might even be good for them that they don't necessarily share the same views on how to handle perceived faults with the Empire. Malavai's loyalty probably errs him to the side of internal reform and that's a good temper for how Tyr's ready to tear the whole thing apart and leave himself standing in the smoking ruins if that's what it takes to finally end this war.

And Malavai's perceptive enough to figure this out and fuss over him, in a way. I kinda toyed around with what this relationship might look like in this wip (no don't look at me I haven't made any progress on it since that post), which also looks at him with both Theron and Tyr. Malavai's no-nonsense attitude is very good at catching his spy bfs in their spy workaholic bullshit, lol.

So, tldr, they could have a very good balance together. Malavai checks his expectations and goals in a realistic fashion that goes far in maintaining the honesty in their relationship to themselves and one another. They are both workaholics though for sure, so they'd... probably be just as likely to spend date night kissing as they are to get distracted talking strategy for an upcoming operation or going over a debrief until their cafs run cold and forgotten on the table kanflsadfs. Tyr's more likely to deploy a kiss as a distraction to coax him off of his work. ;)

[honorhearted]

"I’ll try to avoid such a fate,” Francesca replied, barely hiding a wince. “I suppose that I have been rather lucky in comparison – The worst injury I sustained was a twisted wrist from falling on ice.”

"Ice? I should've known your greatest calamity was brought on by ice skating," Benjamin teased. "Just so you know, our potential children might be your greatest downfall yet. When I was a boy, I gave my father a couple scars." Holding up his right hand to demonstrate, he explained, "When I was about seven, Father was showing Sammy and myself how to bait a hook. What I heard was 'cast the line,' but what he actually said was don't cast it." Chuckling at the memory, he concluded, "Either way, I snapped the rod and hooked my poor father right in the index finger. I felt quite badly about it... After I was able to stop laughing, of course. I got a mild tanning for that one."

Ever one for a challenge, Francesca's eyes gleamed. “I’ll allow that," she said. "But you must clean up after the dog.”

"Hmm, I must, must I? You're getting a little demanding in your new role as wife," Benjamin teased. Curling a hand over his chest, he assured her, "Fortunately for you, I'm completely beholden to whatever you say -- but any time you're cross with me, I'd implore you to forget this moment."

Francesca tilted her chin, and sunlight caught amongst the oceanic tint of her eyes, warming them like golden rays upon a lake. Smoothing his knuckles along the curve of her cheek, Benjamin moved to speak of how much he adored her, but Francesca devoured any such attempts with a kiss, warm and fierce, and leaving him wholly breathless.

"You really are the best of men,” she whispered, her lips still grazing his own. “I spent far too long denying it.”

Nuzzling her, Benjamin teased, "I hope you realize you just gave me future ammunition, should we ever come to blows with an argument. In other words, the next time you claim victory over whist or nine pins, I'll happily remind you that I'm 'the best of men,' and therefore, am utterly incapable of lying or being a source of vexation." Eyes shining with fondness, he drew her hands to his lips. "Time tends to dull our fancies, but my love for you will never fade even a fraction. It's such a comfort to know that from here on out, every day will be the happiest of my life."

"It’s a lot easier to avoid those things in adulthood – and without a war waging on, as well – but I have been shot before. I can’t say I recommend it.”

Wincing, Francesca tried to remember if he had told her such a story before, the mere thought of it letting her blood run cold. She had known that he had been shot - yes, he must have told her once - but it was something that she deigned not to think about, something that she would rather forget.

"I’ll try to avoid such a fate,” she replied, mirthful in her tone. “I suppose that I have been rather lucky in comparison – The worst injury I sustained was a twisted wrist from falling on ice.”

“I don’t know…it’s certainly not you, nor your loyalty nor affections, but…I tend to favor self-detriment. Perhaps because in this way, if something does turn out to be a bone-crushing disappointment, I’ve already trained my heart to be prepared for such a calamity.”

With a softness in her gaze, Francesca lifted her hand to brush against his jawbone, cradling his cheek as he spoke plainly before her. “I would never hurt you,” she promised, her voice a mere murmur against the breeze. “I have promised myself to you, from now until my life has ended. You don’t need to prepare your heart for anything – I’m not going anywhere.”

She reached for his hand, entwining it with her own before lifting it to her chest to rest against her rhythmic heartbeat – An ode to all those times he had done the exact same, a promise of her affection.

“As my wife, it is my burden to share in your woes, and you in mine – so if your woes entail being covered in child vomit and dog spit, I’ll be right in there with you…though the cleaning of their pilches might be more of your forte, after all.”

Laughter left her lips then, imagining such a scene of chaos and calamity, and finding that she yearned for it more than anything. Even in those times, it was difficult to picture the two of them as anything but ecstatic.

“I’ll allow that. But you must clean up after the dog.”

“One of the best, but my leaving Setauket was the best decision I ever made. Not because I don’t love it here, but because moving ultimately brought me to you.”

His words were sweet, rendering Francesca to pause a moment as she pulled her head away from his shoulder, her eyes searching his for a quip to follow. When nothing came, she found herself unable to do anything but exhale, leaning forward to press a fierce kiss against his lips, lingering as she softly pulled him closer.

"You really are the best of men,” she whispered as she pulled away, a soft smile dancing across her lips. “I spent far too long denying it.”

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Heyyyy a new bad buddy enjoyer here! I hope that you're doing good and I live for your posts here like VERY. So I've been wondering if you were about to do an analysis of ep 11. Specially the kiss tease that we got, do you think we'll actually get a kiss or will it get interrupted?

If so, will it be a ketchup kiss scene or a rooftop one?👀

Hi new bad buddy enjoyer! Welcome to the angst and thank you for you appreciation! 🙏🏽

An analysis of ep 11...specifically the kiss... Well, I wasn't planning on doing it BUT since you asked, it made me think and then I went to look at all the previews so far to see if there's any way we can predict what may or may not happen (Ha!).

So the previews for episodes 2-6 all end with a snippet of the scene at the end of the episode:

2 = the tickle in the new dorm room

3 = the guitar in the corridor

4 = the sleepover in Pran's room

5 = the iconic rooftop scene

6 = the deal made by the boat.

BUT episodes 7-10 do not do this...at all:

7 = only shows the rooftop scene from the fourth part (it ends on the tease of a kiss)

8 = doesn't have any snippets of the fourth part of the episode (it ends on the car wash scene)

9 = only shows the café scene from the fourth part (it ends on the rugby fight)

10 = doesn't have any snippets of the fourth part of the episode (it ends with Pat and Pran getting caught in the supermarket)

So, if the preview of episode 11 is following the pattern of episodes 7-10 then a) we're probably only being shown snippets of scenes from parts 1-3 of the episode; b) the tease of a kiss at the end of the preview is not going to be the end of the episode; and potentially c) the tease of a kiss may just be that - a tease.

Now, the show has subverted a lot of things, so it could also subvert this - as in, we assume we're not actually going to get a kiss because so many times when a kiss is hinted at it never happens (like in ep 7) so actually this tease of a kiss in ep 11 WILL actually be a kiss...and a genuine serious one.

However, it might not. To be honest, the way it's filmed it looks like one of them is going to pull away or make a joke or something (maybe Pat), but we also know that they have used different takes in the previews than the real ones, so even that can change things.

This is getting long, so I'll try to wrap it up.

My opinion? There is SO MUCH that will happen in episode 11 that we have not gotten in the preview - this is how it has been for every preview - and I think these other things will be peppered between some of the beach scenes in the preview - including the kiss tease...which I think will just be a tease...BUT Pat and Pran have been giving small kisses here and there, so there might be a kiss scene anyway in the episode even if it's not this one - especially if people's theories are correct in that Pat and Pran will have deeper conversations which might lead to their first time (if they haven't already *ahem* done it). But I think this will all happen within the first two or three parts and part 4 will be something we have no idea about yet...which could be good or could be scary. 😬

Does that help? 😂🤪

[cloverpeaches]

Learn to Love You

Chapter 2/? Ch1 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5

yandere!Childe/reader

CW: general yandere themes, kidnap, toxic relationship, mild dubcon (kissing only)

Word Count: 3,908

Note: Childe is a sweet yandere. Reader is a woman.

Also on AO3

Childe made good on your challenge, grinning with exhilaration.

“Great! I, Tartaglia, will humbly accept your challenge.”

He did not say as much, but you just knew he was comparing conquering your love to the heat of battle. If not for your vulnerable situation, though, you might have found this charming.

To avoid thoughts that might give him an advantage, you quickly reply, “what is your first play then?”

Childe’s smile curled into one of smug delight. He was clearly enjoying this ‘game.’

“Well, I suppose I should compliment you.”

He looked you up and down, scrutinizing your features. You felt small, like a rabbit in view of a fox. You had not realized you were holding your breath.

“You look positively delightful in your new sleepwear,” he said running a finger lightly down the sleeve. “I’m happy you finally put them on. I was worried you didn’t like them.”

It was true that they were excellent quality silk, slippery to the touch. It was just a simple button-up and bottoms. Nothing scandalous. The problem was not the quality or the cut but where they came from.

“I just prefer my own clothes,” you half lied. You had never tried on any of the clothes he bought for you until tonight.

He clearly knew you were lying but chose to ignore it. You chose to ignore why he knew you had never worn these.

“It will take more than lip service to win me over, you know,” you continued.

“Of course, then let me see…” he replied as he flamboyantly tapped his chin though you assumed that this was just part of the show. “How about I start with a list of my good qualities?”

“Oh?” was all you could muster in response. You were curious about what he would consider a ‘good’ quality.

“Yes, well, I already told you that I love cooking. Back home, I cooked for my family. I could catch you fresh fish and prepare it the same way I did back home. Then you will undoubtedly be seduced by not only my delicious cooking but understand my homeland as well. Two birds, one stone.”

“Seduced, right? Is that a comprehensive list of your good qualities?” Your tone was playful, and if you were honest with yourself, you felt cheered up.

“Of course not, and I am happy to brag,” Childe said laughing, lightly touching your shoulder again, “but I imagine that this is not what you had in mind for conversation.”

You only noticed now he had been inching closer to you. You stiffened and caught your breath in your throat. His blue-eyed gaze was only inches away from you now. Though you could make comparisons to prey, Childe’s eyes were soft. He gingerly reached out his hand to brush your hair behind your ear.

His voice was low and breathy as he said, “if you recall, being a good kisser is one of my good qualities.”

You met his eyes, but Childe did not move. He stayed perfectly still, smiling warmly at you as he cupped your cheek. He was waiting for your permission.

What more did you have to lose?

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Childe immediately reciprocated by placing his other hand chastely on your shoulder but did not attempt to deepen the kiss. He was warm, like a breath of fresh summertime air. It was a direct juxtaposition of the cold emptiness it must have taken to keep you to himself.

After a few moments, you pull back. You felt like your mind was lagging behind reality as it was still processing what you had done. Maybe that reason is why you allowed him to hold you in his arms.

You were almost in his lap as he directed your head to his shoulder. Childe’s grip was tight, protective. If he was not the person you should be desperately running from, you would have felt safe. You allowed yourself to relax, however. You gave into your touch starvation. You had not touched another human being in months.

You sat there with him in silence for what felt like the entire night. In reality, it was likely only several minutes. Childe placed occasional kisses on the top of your head and caressed your back in comfort. The worst part was that he knew he was hurting you. And rather than stop the blows, he simply applied bandages.

You pushed such thoughts out of your head and closed your eyes. The build-up of anxiety you had carried for months had made you exhausted.

“Love, please stay here with me tonight.” Childe’s voice was quiet, but the vibration of his voice tickled your ear.

You did not answer right away and rather listened to the steady rate of his heart. You distanced yourself from thoughts of surprise that he had one. You were losing your grip on consciousness.

Childe’s grip never loosened, but eventually, he leaned the both of you back and pulled the covers over you. You did not resist, and in fact, you did not particularly mind. You were embracing the unreality of spending the night with Tartaglia.

Childe rubbed soft circles into your back, and you leaned into his chest under the warm blankets. The steady rhythm of his heart lulled you into a dreamless sleep.

-

When you awoke, the room was barely lit by the sun kissing the horizon. It was just beginning to rise. You pulled yourself up and rubbed the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. You stretched your stiff muscles all the way down to your toes, and the events of last night started to come back to you as you realized you were not in your own bedroom.

But you were alone. You scanned the dim room quickly but saw no one. The light in the bathroom was off, too.

You hopped out of bed and took a deep breath. You attempted to exhale the loneliness that was gathering yet again in the pit of your stomach. You judged your thoughts harshly, though. After all this time of resenting Tartaglia for what he did, how could you allow yourself to miss him? It should send alarm bells that laying with your captor brought you so much comfort and solace. It should anyway.

You dutifully made up the bed before wandering the halls of the large house. It was mostly quiet save for the morning song of the free birds outside. You poke your head casually into each room on the upper floor, but you ultimately decided that Childe had likely already left for work. You rarely saw him in the mornings, but this was mostly due to your refusal to leave your room until he left.

You gave up your half-hearted search and decided to dress for the day and get something to eat. You attempted to ground yourself to ease your mind. You focus your thoughts on the present like how smooth the polished stair banister felt or how loud your isolated footsteps sounded as they rang down the hall and bounced back at you.

By the time you reached the kitchen, however, your footsteps were not the only proof that the villa was empty. A faint sizzling buzzes through the door. You stealthily place your hand on the door latch and press your ear against it. The sounds of the stove were enhanced by the clinking of cookware and light humming.

Childe had respected your wishes to be left alone in the house since you were given freedom of it. Something did not add up… unless?

All speculation was halted as you heard footsteps approach the door. Shocks of electricity rapidly fired up your arm when you felt the door latch turn. You swiftly removed your hand and took a swift step backward as the door opens.

“Oh! Good morning, beautiful!” Childe’s voice echoed in your ears, pleasant as ever. You were wrong to assume he was already gone.

“I didn’t expect you to be awake so early,” he continued, stepping back into the kitchen, gesturing for you to follow. “I have to go soon, but I made this for you.”

Childe was holding a tray of—frankly—delicious-looking food. The rice was fluffy and the egg on top was a perfect golden orb. He set it down at the small kitchen table you shared dinner at the night before.

Seeing the tray, you assume he was going to take it upstairs to you. Childe was clearly taking your proposition seriously.

You sheepishly thanked him before taking a seat across from him. He simply smiled at you and hastily started on his own portion.

You were not sure what to do. Should you put on a face and pretend to be his loving darling? Or should you just be honest? While your intention was to make him bored of you, you consider if actually falling in love with him would numb the pain.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you were serious when you said you liked to cook,” you said after tasting his dish. It was as good as it looked.

Childe laughed. “Of course! I told you I used to cook for my younger siblings back at home all the time. I take matters of the family very seriously, you know. I would love to make you some of those dishes sometime.”

His tone was genuine yet again. If he was trying to deceive you, he was a pretty good actor. Should you trust that his intentions were genuine? Did it really matter?

Childe hurried through his meal, leaving his plate in the basin he filled with water beforehand.

“I have to leave now, angel,” Childe said apologetically, “but I will be back later. That’s a promise!”

As he passed by the table, he lightly touched your shoulder but nothing more. You decided to trust that he was being authentic. What would change if he was being dishonest? Childe bid you a final goodbye before leaving your side.

As you finished the meal he had lovingly made you, you reflected on the night before. Before, you did not dare dream of one day leaving the house lest give yourself false hope. On the other hand, you did not know how to move forward with your life if you resigned yourself to Childe’s game.

You had not previously considered a third option, though. It would be a disservice to yourself not to give it an honest attempt. After all the pain and emptiness you had felt, you decided that there was not really a downside to letting Childe try to win your affection. That’s what you told yourself.

-

The day passed faster than the norm of a snail's pace. Maybe it was because you got a good night’s sleep for once.

After the sun had completely disappeared, you wrapped up the extra plate of dinner and left it on the counter then retired to the living room.

You fought against your heavy eyelids as you flipped through the pages of one of the last unread books left. The warm glow of the lantern against the pale moonlight spilling in through the window created homey shadows that flickered against the furniture.

As the moon was high in the sky by this point, you glanced at the clock yet again. You decided that you were losing the battle against sleep and put out the light.

You did not bother heading upstairs in hopes of hearing the door open when Tartaglia finally returned. You did not have anything in particular to say to him, but he promised, right? You should assure he makes good on that promise.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock lulled you to sleep on the sofa.

-

You awoke with a start at the sound of the front entrance closing followed by footsteps passing by the living room. They were restrained as you heard them ascend the stairs, intentionally dampened. You wondered if Childe took this much care not to wake you up every night. It was still dark outside, but you could no longer make out the time.

You rise from the couch to follow Childe upstairs, wrapping a throw blanket around your shoulders. You were sure he would be going to check on you anyway, and you thought it was pointless to avoid him. You avoided indulging yourself in thoughts about missing him and the relief you felt as he came through the door.

As you took light steps up the stairs, Childe called out from the top.

“What are you doing awake, love?” His voice rang through the halls as he leaned over the banister. He seemed happy to see you. Of course.

You met him at the top and replied, “I fell asleep downstairs.” Your voice was hoarse with sleepiness.

Childe smiled warmly and closed some of the distance between you. He cautiously placed his hands on your shoulder, watching your reaction. You did not resist him as he ran his hands down the plush blanket. He pulled you into his embrace and you closed your eyes. You did not reciprocate yet, but you did not want him to let go.

“Were you waiting for me? I’m sorry to be back so late. I am kind of cutting ‘later’ close though.” Childe furrowed his brow, running his fingers through your hair absently.

“I won’t let you make empty promises,” you reply into his chest, voice muffled.

“I never break my promises. You can count on me to always keep my word,” Childe replied laughing lightly before pausing. “...though I suppose I could try a little harder to get back before you fall asleep.”

He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before releasing you. You got a good look at his face for the first time. Though his usual warm smile occupied his face, it did not erase the bags under his eyes and clear exhaustion. You could not help but wonder what he had been doing since dawn.

“I made food earlier. It’s probably cold by now, but I left you some in the kitchen.” Remnants of grogginess clung to each word; you had no idea how he could keep up his sunny disposition.

“You went to the trouble of cooking for me again? I would hate for it to go to waste, but I think I would rather get some sleep first. Thank you for thinking of me.” Childe was apologetic.

“It’s no problem… It seemed silly to only make a single serving. It’s no big deal.”

Childe apologized again and wished you goodnight, but as he turned to retire to his room, your body moved on its own. You surprised yourself as you grabbed his hand. Even though today was better, the creeping loneliness consumed you. You were willing to set aside your resentment for another night. You had been waiting for Childe’s return since he left at dawn, and this brief interaction was not enough. You needed more.

“Childe… please stay with me again,” your voice was barely above a whisper. You questioned if the words even left your mouth or if you had imagined it. It was difficult to meet his gaze, but you brought yourself to make eye contact.

Childe was delighted. He gripped your hand and pulled you close again.

“Love, from now on you never have to ask. I will always welcome you to stay with me while I’m here. I’m the one who is supposed to make you fall in love with me, remember?” Childe teased lightheartedly.

You could not bring yourself to say anything more. You tried to focus on his warm rather rough hand holding yours. You felt as though you were being split in half. You were conflicted by the sick feeling you got when you looked into his eyes and the sense of relief you got when he touched you. There was no point in resisting him at this point.

The rest of the evening that followed was similar to the night before. You crawled into his bed, and he held you like a caged bird. While Childe kept up his energy when speaking to you, he was undeniably exhausted. He fell asleep as his head touched the pillow. You were comforted by his soft, even breathing and slipped back into unconsciousness.

-

When you awoke again, it was like no time had passed. You were still held snuggly against Childe’s chest. You looked up at his resting face. You had never had an opportunity to see him so vulnerable before this. Resting Childe looked more boyish than you would have ordinarily described him. Despite his exuberant personality, there was an eerie darkness behind Childe’s eyes. He was a clear example of how unspeakable battle experiences change someone. You did not allow yourself to dwell on this thought any longer.

You tried to break away from his grip, but Childe only tightened his arms around you. You contemplated wiggling out, but something told you there was no escaping like a constricting snake to its mouse dinner. It was time to wake up.

“Childe,” you say before waiting a moment. His breathing paused for a moment. You tap his arm with your free hand and repeat his name.

This time he opened his eyes. Your heart picked up as you worried about what would come next. Childe only smiled though and nuzzled his head into your neck.

“Good morning, love,” he whispered.

You ignored his greeting and replied, “I want to get up now.”

He loosened his grip immediately. It should not have surprised you given how he had kept his distance all other times; however, you were still surprised how easy that was. He gently ran his hand down your forearm as you sat up.

Childe was so tender with you, and his sleepy morning face was so handsome, almost adorable. His warm smile made you want to cry. The resentment you felt bubbled up in your chest holding your breath hostage. You held back hot tears in your throat.

You were angry! You were angry that he was loving and affectionate and devoted and passionate. You were angry that you missed him when he was gone, and you were angry that you were relieved to be in his arms. You were angry that you liked him so much despite everything. You wanted to hate him, but you also wanted to love him back. You could not let go of the disgust you felt for him either out of self-respect. How could he do this to you?! He ruined everything.

Childe’s peaceful expression morphed into concern as he sat up with you. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He brushed your hair out of your face and wiped a tear from your cheek. You looked at him with lovesick contempt.

You felt like you were coming apart at the seams. Your patience with the situation had become thread worn.

You abandoned all restraint and leaned in to kiss him. This time, though, you poured the intensity of your feelings into a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and crawled onto his lap.

It took Childe a moment to kiss you back, apparently bewildered at what you were doing. After processing, he wrapped his hands around your waist and matched your intensity. Though you kissed in both the before-times and after, it was never like this. You ran your hands through his hair which was surprisingly feathery and soft. You gave it a gentle tug and voraciously slipped your tongue into his mouth. Childe reciprocated running his hands up your back, groaning at the intrusion.

You dropped one of your hands down to Childe’s chest, unabashedly feeling him up. Unsurprisingly, his muscles were highly toned. You had to see this for yourself. Your fingers glide over the texture of his shirt, looking for the glossy button. Once you find it, you make quick work of the top three. You plant a final kiss on Childe’s cheek before taking a breath of much-needed air. You continued your trail of kisses down his jaw and neck, thoroughly enjoying his skin heat up at your touch.

Once you reached his chest, however, you were interrupted. Childe placed his hands firmly on your shoulders making it impossible for you to continue. You pull back and meet his eyes.

“Not like this,” Childe said softly before pulling you into another chaste embrace. You rested your head on his shoulder and, for the first time, wrapped your arms around him in return.

You said nothing, brain shorting out. You did not want to process what you felt.

“Love… I want you, but not like this,” Childe reassured you, running the fingers of one hand through your hair while the was wrapped tightly around your waist. You sat in silence together once again for a few minutes.

“I’m mad at you,” you say finally, submitting yourself to honesty.

Childe contemplated this for a while, trying to put together how being angry would lead to a quick makeout session. You were not really sure how either to be fair.

“It would be pretty obtuse to ask why, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, but ask anyway.”

Childe indulged you. “Why are you mad at me?”

You took a deep breath. Maybe it was foolish to put everything out on the table, but what did you really have to lose?

“I’m mad that you ruined everything for us. Things were going so well. I would have been here with you anyway! I wanted you anyway! How am I supposed to love you when I have to live knowing I’m only an hour away from my old life? How am I supposed to love you when you did this to us?! The worst part is that no matter what happens, we can never go back to the way things were.”

You realized you were yelling and your tears had resumed a hot, steady flow down your cheeks. Childe looked at you painfully. He reached out to wipe away your tears as you shook and cried silently.

“I know,” he ran his hands through your hair again as he averted his gaze. “I won’t give up on you, though. I told you before and I will tell you as many times as you need me to: I can be good for you. You just have to let me.”

You leaned back into his embrace, clutching him tighter as if you were hanging onto life itself.

“How can you fix this?” you say voice barely audible.

Childe replied immediately, “It’s okay if you don’t love me back yet, but you have to let me love you. I know that you’ll love me back soon.” His voice was confident but genuine.

“That’s so vague…”

“Well… you say you hate being so close to home. I’m due to return home to Snezhnaya soon, and you’ll come with me. The change of scenery will be better. That’s a start.”

‘You’ll come with me…’ Clearly, this was not up for discussion.

Childe continued, “Let me love you, and you’ll grow to love me too. I promise.”

His words made you shiver despite the morning sun’s rays on your skin. The thought of being taken so far from home was a terrifying prospect, but you felt an equally unnerving sense of hope. The anticipation was a dizzying concoction of conflicting feelings.

Would it be giving up to accept?

Next Chapter

[taechaos]

Blackmail

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Jimin offers you information on Jungkook, but your friendship is misconstrued by Jungkook who ends it singlehandedly with one video of you professing your love to him between moans.

warnings: dubcon, fingering, degredation, mild squirting, manipulation

word count: 2.8k

a/n: jealous kook doesn't realize he's jealous. this part is a bit extreme, so beware ><

One doesn't come across someone like Jungkook every day. It's fate that you met him in your first year of college, extending to your second where he grows closer to you; fair, it's clear that he only intends to use you for his academic success, but you've deluded yourself into thinking you're in love with each other. Growing up, you only had your dysfunctional family to teach you about how to love, how to think. As long as Jungkook needs you, he will love you, and you’re willing to do anything to be with him, only him. You need him to live.

Birds sing in the background as you lay on your stomach on the grass of the yard across the campus. It’s sunny and breezy, the perfect spring day as you work on Jungkook’s research paper due next month. You compiled multiple credible sources in a separate file to create an outline for his essay the moment he forwarded the assignment to you. You want him to praise you, pet your hair, kiss your cheek for starting so early so he can turn it in before anyone else. He would be proud, flashing you his pearly whites and adoring eyes. The reward motivates you to work harder and you’re relentlessly skimming through articles while counting down the minutes of Jungkook's lecture. He'll be outside with his friends in 7 minutes.

With a bad childhood, you don’t care to befriend many people. You only have a few friends to keep you company and you’re socially awkward outside of that group. You’re content, so you steer clear of boys who try to sabotage your relationship with Jungkook. Jimin, however, doesn’t get the memo.

Typing away on your laptop, a shadow looms over you to give you a break from the sunlight. You glance up and stop swinging your legs absentmindedly when you recognize the shadow; it’s a boy with frames and a tight collar adorning his neck.

Park Jimin is a typical nerd whereas you’re more of a closeted nerd. When you’re in love, you usually put more effort into your appearance to impress the one on your mind, but that doesn’t work with Jungkook. It’s always other men giving you their attention through second glances, and that includes Jimin.

“What do you want?” you rudely greet. Jimin is ruthless with his attempts at pursuing you; he’s the perfect gentleman, and often volunteers to do group tasks with you. He is never mean to anyone, and has a squeaky clean reputation, but his only flaw is that he can’t take a hint. You don't bother being friendly to him because you don't want friends.

"I want to know why you look so happy," he bends over to curiously glance at your screen, "while doing homework?"

You slam the monitor closed to stop his ogling. "You wouldn't get it. And stop watching me," you sternly say.

"What's your secret?" he grins and sits down on the grass next to you with crossed legs. His upper body serves as a shade and you stop squinting.

"There is no secret, I was just in a good mood until you came along." You're not upset, but you don't want to lead Jimin on and he won't leave unless you blow him off.

"Thinking of Jungkook?" he teases with a mischievous smile.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, you're just too obvious," he chuckles, but the sound is strained. You don't notice his melancholy as he continues, "You were doing his homework again?"

You shift on your propped elbows a little uncomfortably. Jimin doesn't need to know what you do in your free time. "Yes," you answer anyway.

"You know he has daddy issues?"

Your eyes round as your discomfort dissipates instantly; he's piqued your interest. "Really?"

"Yeah, he has a tough exterior but he's actually a real softie."

An involuntary smile carves on your face before it falters as you ask, "How do you know this?"

"We went to high school together. I can tell you some stories if you want," he boasts when he realizes he has your attention. The context makes his heart sink, but when he imagines your lovesick grin is directed at him, it fills him with joy.

"Tell me, tell me! Please."

"Weeell," he draws with a lopsided grin, "don't tell him I told you this, but he used to hate girls. I don't know if he still does, but back then he couldn't even stand talking to a girl."

"Why?" your eyes are wide with interest as you whisper.

He shrugs, "No idea, but he hit a girl once when she wouldn't stop clinging onto him. Not like drop-kick her," he laughs, "he just shoved her on the ground. Be careful with him, okay? He can be very aggres-"

"You guys forming a nerd club now?"

You gasp when you hear Jungkook's voice. When you look up at him, he's almost glaring as his eyes flicker from you to Jimin. You're gleeful at his approach, because he never comes to you unless it's about a new assignment. It flutters your heart to see him without any papers in his hand.

You don't take his subtle insult to heart as you immediately respond, "No, we were just talking. H-Hi."

"Pull down your skirt, you look like a whore. I can see your panties all the way from the gates," he seethes in distaste. You instantly sit up with a blush and tug your skirt down to your knees. He looks back at Jimin who's glaring at him under his lashes, "The fuck's your deal?"

"Nothing," Jimin grits. Although he hates Jungkook's guts, he's too smart to fight a lost cause. He has his own set of muscles, but it isn't enough. It's best to accept defeat now.

"Did you start on the paper?" Jungkook asks you.

"Yes, I-"

"Good," he cuts you off and crouches to peck your lips by pulling the back of your neck. You're stunned when he pulls away and nonchalantly walks off to his friends.

Jimin follows him with his eyes and mutters under his breath, "douche."

Your heart is racing and you clamp a hand over your chest as a lovestruck smile spreads across your face. You know this is your end of the bargain, but it never fails to shrivel you up in delight.

"Are you two dating?" he mumbles as he pulls on the grass with a pout.

"Something like that," you exhale as you caress your lips.

It’s become routine to link up with Jimin where he reminisces his high school memories and you don’t doubt a single word he says unless it sheds a bad light on Jungkook. You’ve learned so much about him in the past few days, and you’re eager to know more. He likes energy drinks to this day, he was athletic in school and often got into fights. He began interacting with girls when he entered college, as Jimin says, “only for a quick fuck.”

Though it hurts Jimin that you only talk to him for information on Jungkook, he can’t bring himself to care when you hang onto every word he says with a glint in your eyes like you’re doing now.

You're sitting in the bustling cafeteria across from Jimin, sipping on a homemade strawberry lemonade from your thermos, and you don't notice Jungkook glancing at your table every now and then. It is the first time he doesn't feel your heavy gaze on him. Jimin does notice however, because he is facing him every time he receives a threatening ferile look.

"He could become a lawyer with how much he blackmailed the teachers to give him a good grade," Jimin tells you as he glances back and forth between you and Jungkook. "He's quite dangerous, you know. He's manipulative, a liar and has no empathy-"

"He's clever," you counter defensively, "he knows how to get around the system."

He makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat with a grimace. "I don't think the judge would listen to that."

You laugh at his comparison of the conversation to a court hearing. Jimin can be funny sometimes, and you have to admit that he's not that bad of a friend either. You've come to enjoy his company without the topic of Jungkook the past few days, but talking about him is always appreciated.

"Are you the judge then?" you cheekily ask.

"I might as well be, since I'm not biased like a certain someone," he teases with a grin.

"A lawyer has to see the bright side of things, but if I was the prosecutor, I wouldn't tell you that your lecture is in five minutes."

His smile falters as his eyes widen; you remember his schedule? He ran late for a lecture yesterday, but he’s in disbelief that you reminded him today. "Th-Thanks," he breathes as he packs up his belongings before giving you a curt, shy nod. His heart pounds when he walks away, and he resists the urge to look back at you.

It's a good idea, because that's when Jungkook settles down on his former seat.

"I'm thinking you might be forgetting who you belong to," he starts as he gets comfortable on the stiff chair. You instantly smile at his appearance.

"No, I'm very well aware of it." Your tone is high-pitched in excitement.

"It wasn't a question."

"Oh..."

“You talk more than you work,” he observes with a quirk of his brow. “One would think another nerd would be a better influence on you.”

“I work at night,” you defend worriedly, “I promise I’m not slacking off. Can I get a kiss please?”

You’re so adorable when you’re needy. He hides a smirk with a bite of his lip; he thrives from your loyalty to him, but he knows Jimin is a threat to it. He wants you to stop talking to that freak, and he justifies it as a concern for his grades. “I’ll kiss you when you’re not procrastinating. Do you think you deserve even a pat on the head?”

“I do! I’m halfway done with the research paper, please Jungkook,” you beg pathetically, “I-I’ll show it to you, I have it with me right now.” You start unzipping the case of your laptop until he holds up a hand for you to stop.

“You’re going to read it to me, but not here.”

When he stands up, so do you in a haste. He leaves the cafeteria with you hot on his tail, almost jogging when his strides are much bigger compared to yours. You resemble a clueless lamb following a lion, desperate to hold his claws with your hooves. You don’t know where he’s leading you as you walk down the halls until you stop in front of a door. You’re about to freak out when he swings open the door, but you realize the lecture room is empty.

“You want me to read here?” you inquire meekly. It’s a little intimidating to do it in complete silence, because you have a tendency to stutter when reading out loud and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jungkook where no one can talk over you. 

“Yup.” He snatches your laptop case from your hand with the handle, and roughly opens it before placing the device on the front row wooden desk. It’s a large hall, and the desks stretch out to the half of the room. You’re feeling stage fright for no particular reason; it feels like reverse claustrophobia. “Open the document and give me your phone.”

You don’t question him and hand in your phone before going through your files on the laptop. Jungkook is looking through your contacts and grins when he finds himself saved as: the love of my life ♡. Jimin is saved by his name, and he finds his WhatsApp through his information below. Once he opens your empty chat with him, he switches to your camera and pushes your back so you’re bent over the desk. You sharply inhale and ask, “Kook?” 

“Don’t get distracted now,” he lightly scolds and starts pulling down your pants. You stopped wearing skirts after the incident a week ago to appease him. You stammer with your back arched, and your ass is on full display for him. It’s humiliating. “Start reading.”

“H-Humans are- Jungkook?” you warily look back at Jungkook when he slides the slit of your panties to the side.

“Are you slacking off?” he condescends. 

You bite your lip anxiously and continue reading, “Humans are social animals that n-need social interaction,” Jungkook spits in his hand, “the extent of our social relationships is the most important predictor of h-happiness.” You squeal when you feel wet fingers graze your folds, but you know better than to stop and ask what he’s doing.

“Continue,” he coaxes softly as he brushes his fingertips over your pussy lips. 

“Um, o-one of the main reasons our brains have developed the way they have is so that we can be social,” you speak between shaky breaths. Your cheeks are tinted crimson with embarrassment from his touches; why is he pleasuring you when he specifically told you, you didn’t deserve any? “Being happy a-all of the time is neither possible nor desirable.”

“Is it now?” He slips a finger in your cunt and you involuntarily let out a cry as you push your body forward. You don’t notice him holding up your phone behind you while slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. His saliva is mixing with your arousal as you answer in a gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“B-Because negative feelings are natural. When it comes to negative feelings, the most important thing to remember is to learn,” you pause to exhale with quivering lips, “to control certain potentially harmful thoughts.” You whine his name when another finger is added to your heat. You’re moving your hips back and forth until he slaps your wet folds as a warning. “Sorry,” you peep and continue in a breath, “Happiness all of the time entails epistemic irrationality.”

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open when you just want to indulge in his thrusts, but you’re encouraged to stop reading when he doesn’t comment on your moans. His pace is quickening and you chase his fingers with your hips, cum dripping down his wrist as you mewl.  

“You enjoying yourself, whore?”

You nod and whimper, “So much.” You’re clutching the edge of the desk as he fingers you with fervor.

“And you're my girl?” 

“Yes, all yours, I love you so much,” you pant, not stopping for a moment to question his words. He has a full view of your sopping wet cunt on the camera, and he lightly blows on you, making you shiver. He’s recording you confess your love for him while getting fingered.

“Only me?” he presses.

“Only you, Jungkook, I love you more than anything,” you slur as you start to feel a knot in your stomach.

“Then pee.”

“Wh-What?”

“Touch your clit and pee.” He removes his fingers from your clenching hole and takes a step back. “Prove your love to me.”

You mourn the loss of his hand while staring wide-eyed at the floor. You’re contemplating his demand as your hand slowly reaches down to your clit. Is he asking you to squirt? Your breathing is shallow as you near your climax, and you still don’t know if you’ll go through with his requirement.

It drips out in tiny drops as you come undone, moaning as clear liquid spills out of you for only a few seconds. 

“Good girl, my good little girl,” Jungkook whispers as he intently watches you humiliate yourself in the name of love. You’re twitching and trembling in shame when he stops recording you and sends it to Jimin without a second’s waste. “Are you okay, baby?”

You hum with a pout as you collect yourself by standing up straight, a sway in your posture. 

“Give me your panties, you’ve made a mess on the floor,” he chastises as he holds out a hand. You slip and step out of them before giving it to him. In return, he passes your phone before feigning a gasp, “Shit, I think I sent Jimin a video of you when I was trying to forward it to my phone.”

Your mouth falls open as heat consumes your entire being. “H-Huh?” Tears brim in your eyes almost instantly; your heart is pounding from anxiety.

“How will you ever look at him now,” he empathizes with a fake frown. “He must think of you as such a slut now.”

“Let me delete it,” you panic as you open your phone. “Wh-Where is it?”

He motions you to give him the phone and opens WhatsApp after. “He’s already seen it.” There are two blue ticks under the message.

“No, no, no,” you pull your hair in agony with a whimper. You quickly put your pants back on and cry as you do so.

“I guess that’s the end of your friendship,” he raises his eyebrows to himself without a hint of sympathy.

“What do I do?!” you wail and fling your hands in stress.

“Avoid him. I’ll make sure he won’t leak it.”

He steps forward to lean in your face intimidatingly. “And don’t talk to him ever again.”

You don’t exactly have a choice now, do you? 

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Ooooh! I have an idea! Poly David Asher and Milo Yandere headcannons? >:)

Oh -

Oh boy.

That is certainly a thought.

Three very strong shifters and a single stealth for a mate.

This actually airs on the softer side - probably because I’m a bit sleepy.

Gender Neutral! Reader + Reader is a combination of Angel/Sweetheart/Baabe

Davey's Yandere Type | General HCs

~ Dari

Shifter Trio + General Poly Yandere HCs

when you joined the fray, so to speak, they were already together - so were weary of this fourth coming to chat up Milo

who was only slightly colder to the pretty, sweet stealth that was worried enough to come check on him again and offer protection...

like he needed it because of David's constant hovering - but it was touching nonetheless

it's not too surprising that he warmed up to you first

Milo is mostly possessive, most of his levels are low but are amplified when he's with the other two - he's also not really aware of the darker parts of him since with how mild he is... he doesn't even notice it's there

but he has David to sort of help him stick a leash(heh), on them so it's not too prevalent

he's generally his same snarky, sassy self, still as thoughtful and attentive as we know him to be

his targets are specifically those that would make it a lot easier on you if they disappeared, he does have it in him to maim (as we nearly saw with the shade, whom he was ready to kill)

Asher on the other hand, is an obsessive worshipper with barely any self-awareness - needs to kinda be reminded and reminded often to keep it down low

with how bright and sweet and warm he is, you would have no possible idea what kind of thoughts swim in his head

and if David could help it, you'd remain completely oblivious to them

admires you so much for all the hard work to you and will absolutely exaggerate you accomplishments, acting as if you do all of them the best and can do no wrong

a lot of angelic comparisons, especially when David starts calling you angel

he actually doesn't like a lot of the pack being closer to you, being as they're all pretty great people and the idea in the back of his head that you could potentially leave them strikes him the most

while he trusts you, he does not trust them and his notably really weary of Christian in particular (probably because the guy spends a lot of time kissing your ass)

other than that, he doesn't think about killing people - more hurting them than anything as his internal level of violence is low in comparison to Milo or David

who he spends a lot of time reasoning with so they don't go off and murder anybody despite them likely being able to get rid of them

alright, as a stealth/empowered human, they're still protective of you but more so that you work at the Department as a detective on the front lines

none of them are willing to tie you down and restrict your freedom like that so they endure it and try to be there for you during the trials and tribulations of your taxing job

not to mention your penchant to overwork yourself

yeah nah, it will not fly with any of them and this particular thing amplifies them to a further degree

David will physically will remove you from the home office and dump you in a cuddle pile with Ash and Milo - leaving you unable to move by setting Aggro on top of you

Ash, will tease you, neck kisses and whispering little things in your ears and if all else fails - will just shut your laptop

Milo might threaten to unplug the router and or sic Aggro to step all over your desk and distract you

but they do all these things because they worry about you and want you to be able to also take it easy and spend time with them

... it is likely Davey had been tempted on more than one occasion to march straight into the Department and give your superiors an earful for the treatment you receive; he is less hesitant in throwing the packs' name around when it comes to these situations

he also handled Milo and Asher's respective situations differently, being as he is their mate, he is much more protective

and not as willing to allow slights from other pack members to go unchecked

they all have seriously considered getting rid of Christian exactly once and how they would do it but ultimately left it as is

Asher gets your work friends/colleagues guards down with how friendly is specifically to gauge their intentions

less willing to break laws this time around because since /you/ work for the Department

generally, they're pretty similar to the dynamic they normally share with you - with no sign to let you know anything was amiss

the people you dislike just keep their distance and have reached a good balance for work and spending time with the loves of your life

lately though, it seemed your mates were spending a lot more time together - they still make you feel included as possible

,,, but you know them all well enough to know they're hiding something

for now, you would not pry, even if you're a little concerned about how much longer you can wait

[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[theodora3022]

Playing tricks with the trickster

Summary: Failed escape attempt from yandere Childe. He lets you play your cards, even playing along, just for his own amusement.

Notes: My first genshin piece yay... I had a sweet and terrible dream of me running from Childe in the woods. Also some inspiration was drawn from @cinnamonest‘s this post, one big virtual hug to her! I hope I did Childe justice, what can I say I love manipulative smiling boys. It has become a pattern as I dash from one fandom to another. This is had turned out to be longer then I expected...Ginger boy demands my time and energy too much omg. Mind the warnings, although there is nothing extreme in this.

Fun fact, I was looping to Nintendo game by Alessia Cara when writing this down. I believe it fits the theme of this fic quite well.

Tagging: @akutaguagua a great friend who patiently beta-read this mess of a horror dream and gave me lots of kind praises! 

(Offical art belongs to miHoYo! This is a cover page of this video, if there is any issues, contact me and I will remove it at once)

Warnings: Implied past abduction,dub-con touching, mild degradation, drugging(not on reader), implied non-con/dub-con at the end, this is not healthy love and I do not condone this irl.

It has been nearly a month since the youngest Fatui Harbinger had “taken you in”. After a few tries, you were too horrified by the punishments to continuously fight him. You learned on the first day that Childe’s smiling, the friendly mask would come off towards you. Your behaviour would decide if that is a curse or a “blessing”.

So you had quieted down, struggling to restrain yourself from yelling or screaming, carefully not to provoke his anger. Despite being compliant to his orders, you never truly showed him any affection either. Sure, you would sit on his lap if he asked, but you never initiated anything intimate with him. No matter how much Tartaglia spoiled you with clothes, books, jewelry or other luxuries, he is still the one who holds the commanding end of your shackles. It’s the best not to get used to all of that when your sight is set on the door.

Although he has taken your freedom away, you are not kept in a windowless room. On the contrary, you have too many outings now. Wherever he goes, you have to be present in a 2m radius, including meetings. Being a Harbinger is no easy job, so he prefers not having to worry about your safetly during buisness hours. The best way to do that is never let you out of his sight.

“Love, no one should witness our little problems. Well, no one alive that is.” Of course you wouldn’t want to put innocent people's lives at stake. You never dared to act out when you two are in public, and no one would bat an eye if a Fatui had taken a lover. 

You had taken an emotionless approach towards him. If Childe wants a kiss on the cheek, you’ll give him a quick light peck. If he wants breakfast, you’ll go make some pancakes with the topping he likes. Luckily, Childe had not done anything too extreme yet. If cuddling to sleep does not count as extreme that is. The only time you slipped up is when he suddenly hugs you from behind when you’re cooking.  

You thought maybe, just maybe, by being as boring and dull as you could, this bastard might just get tired of you and let you go. Childe only loves the fun of it right? Or maybe it could lower his guard.

Oh, how naive you are. You should have known better than to underestimate a Fatui harbinger. See, this is exactly why he needs to keep you around. Yes, unfortunately for you, Childe loves you, so very much. Speaking to him with a monotone voice isn’t going to alter that fact.

You have been devoid of emotions as of late. While Childe does appreciate fewer screams for the sake of his eardrums, this schemer can sense you are up to something. Perhaps this is the peace before your “storm”(he thought of it more like a drizzle)

You want to play a game? Okay, why not? Childe cannot wait to see what tricks you got on those sleeves. Are you ever getting away? Does an amateur ever win when they play a game with a professional trickster? Never.

Still, nothing bites like a cornered rat. You are no airhead, and he is fully aware of that. Just not as cunning and observent as him, that’s all.

The way you just kept your emotions sealed up is impressive, even to someone like him. Even when he got hansy, you did not flinch and just stared at the corner. Childe can only catch faint glimpses of anger when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Hm, when are you pulling your trigger? Tonight, or tomorrow night? Not that Childe is impatient, anything from you is worth waiting. But he would need to dismiss his patrolling underlings in the nearby woods beforehand. No extras would be allowed to disturb this game.

There is no chance during the day, a somewhat mutual understanding for you two. Night time in comparison, is a different story. 

Anyone’s sleeping hours is their most vulnerable time of the day, Childe is no exception. You do not plan to harm him, not that you don’t want to. But you are willing to swallow the pent up frustration towards him if you would never see his face again after this. Maybe beating up some slimes would help with the release?

You somehow managed to slip a mixture of herbs into his tea. Since he would buy cooking ingredients for you from time to time, you had requested a bunch of herbs along with the ingredients of a sleep inducing medicine you remembered. Although Childe does all he can to keep you near him, there are inevitable hours that he needs to be somewhere without you. He cannot jeopardize your safety with troublesome monsters. On a side note, he loves showing you off to anyone, his colleagues, acquaintances, business partners, anyone he does not deem a threat.

Enough time for you to make those herbs into powder and cover it up with a few spoons of milk. Tea with milk has become quite popular in Liyue as of late. Childe has grown to love them, so you have learned how to mix it up. He always let you handle his food and drinks, saying that he “trusts you”. What you do not know is this is one of the openings he exposed on purpose. It’s not like you can aquire anything deadly under his suffocating supervision.

Your plan will work, or so you think. Childe will not wake up when you wiggle out of his grasp, because dreamland will keep him occupied. All you need is a glider and a usable sword from Liyue and you’ll get your life back. Bottling up extreme emotions has certainly taken a toll on your mind, but it will be worth it if that is the prerequisite of being free.

Something about this being so easy sits ill with you. Have you really been with the youngest Fatui Harbinger this whole time? But that was brushed off your shoulders by the sheer excitement of regaining your long lost freedom. You know Liyue is in walking distance, all you need to do is cross these woods and-

The moment you dive into the forest, you think you heard an amused chuckle. 

That smooth voice terrifies you to no end, the same voice you took orders from for the past month.

Oh, how Childe loves seeing you happy. It’s priceless, both literally and figuratively. No matter how many things he buys you, you had not shown him even one small smile. Enjoy your sweet freedom, because it ain’t going to last. You certainly will know your place after this right? If not you are just dumber then he give you credit for.

That glow of relief in your eyes is worth every last bit of this intense dizzying feeling to Childe. To make sure your plan go through, he had drunk the tea without hesitation, quick enough to catch the momentarily excitement you expressed. He knows the game is on, therefore he had given the night patrol guards the entire evening off. Forcing himself to stay concious by digging his nails into his palms, Childe followed you into the woods.

Your potion is quite strong. Excellent, you’ll have to give him the recipe for informational purposes later. Especially how you managed to achieve such effects with a few herbs you had. He never took you to be anything less than a smart girl, but this has exceeded his expectations. Where’s the fun in a game without challenges?

How you storm through the forest wearing that cute terrified expression looks so endearing, it’s surely not his fault if he wants to enjoy this sight to be longer right.

So, each time you feel the slightest at ease due to whatever reason, expect Childe to make some sound to send you running like your life depends on it again. The sadistic man is hunting you down playfully, like a cat chasing a stray mouse to the inevitable corner.

You know he is toying with you. There is nothing you can do to make him shut up though.

“Love, you had scratched your leg. Must hurts by the looks of it.”

“Liyue is that way, you know.”

“Are you tired? If you want to jog in the middle of the night, you should have called me to come along!”

How can he say those things nonchalantly while you are trying to escape from him?  Here he is, daunting you with that signature smile he wears so very often. That is when reality slaps you right in the face. No matter how hard you plan, no matter how fast you run, there is no getting rid of him.

When your stamina runs out, a simple pull and push on your left wrist is enough to let you fall onto the ground panting. Even now, you still refuse to beg for mercy. You would take the cold grounds to the warmth of Childe’s embrace anyday. 

“Aw, burnt out already? Pathetic. Looks like we need to work on your stamina more. But this is not the place for exercise.”

“Look at me.” His slender but forceful fingers tilt your head up, making you look into those ocean blue orbs. There is anger present in his eyes, but those emotions are more a mixture of delight and that. His smile had also been replaced by a mocking smirk. “You, trying to leave me? Your sense of humor is...well, let’s just call it unique. Lucky for you, you amused me nonetheless.”

“I know what you’re thinking. How I’m a selfish jerk and you hate me. Why be so ungrateful? You get to live in luxury thanks to me, you know. I am selfish, yes, but look how stupid you are. I know you added something extra in my evening tea, my beloved.”

“Come now, we are going to do some exercises suited for a night like this once we’re back home. It is our one month milestone, after all. You had already given me your gift, it is only fair for you that I do the same.”

Childe is not making a sarcastic remark. The thrill of that chase was the best fun he had in months. And you are going to love his gift too, maybe not right away, but surely sometimes after. 

You have to mentally prepare yourself for the worst as he dragged you back to the prison, hopefully you’ll still be able to walk properly after whatever Childe got in store.

[obeymeluv]

Random Lipstick Headcanons

I like red lipsticks and I like wearing lipstick when I want to feel like a bad bitch. Or when life’s being a badder bitch than me. I can at least struggle pretty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is the bros reactions to you wearing a very complimentary, alluring lip color. Or power lip color. I don’t know what to call it. I guess this is gender neutral? I’m not trying to mention gender specifically.

They TOTALLYYYYY have a crush on you at this point. They just haven’t owned up to it. May take a crack at writing a second part for the Undateables. I’m at chapter 21/22 and feel like they’re not really mentioned :/. Not enough for me to really know what they’re like.

Lucifer

Is very surprised to see you wearing lipstick. In fact...it’s the first time, isn’t it?

His heart stutters, almost as if the color scares him. 

It doesn’t. It excites him. More than he imagines. There’s something about the pop of color that draws his eyes in immediately, like a moth to a flame

Or so he thinks. Lucifer thinks that sounds nicer. In truth, it’s like a magnet trying to drag him closer. Your lips are just suddenly...very enticing. He’s thought about kissing you a few times before now but he certainly doesn’t want to feel his resolve crumble because of some color!

And yet, it is the essence of beauty itself. He feels as if you should be immortalized in a painting. You exude a classic kind of charm that makes his dusty heart squeeze.

He’s a bit behind on human fancies, but is this an attempt at courtship?! You certainly have his attention! 

Mammon

WOAH, WHAT’S THIS? WHY YOU BEING ALL FANCY, HUMAN?!

It doesn’t even have to be a glossy lip. No matter how tsundere Mammon acts, he’s INCREDIBLY perceptive when it comes to you. He notices the minutest of changes. 

THIS IS A BIG CHANGE! IT’S BASICALLY A BEACON!

Your new lip color makes you a cool, shiny thing and Mammon LOVES shiny things.

He’s gonna be stealing so many glances! 

You don’t even have to be trying for a sexy vibe to be sexy in Mammon’s eyes. You take his breath away with this lip color. He just---boy has to turn around and bite his lip.

His heart’s doing stuff it hasn’t done in centuries and oh baby, he wants that lip color all over him!

Will either act like you wearing lipstick is nothing special (like he doesn’t notice) or goes into mild interrogation mode. It’s not for some other demon, right?!

Wants to touch your lips and see what it feels like, but doesn’t.

Might try to drag you along to be a makeup rep for one of his photoshoots. Then you can try on lots of lipsticks and pose with him. They can do a kiss photo for swatches, right? Prove it’s transfer-proof or something?

His attention’s on you AAALLLLL day--especially your lips

If he notices it’s smudged, he’ll try to wipe it away or fix it with his finger. Might almost out himself with how gently he does so.

Levi

He’s no stranger to watching people do makeup--he’s a big fan of cosplay makeup and body paint transformation

There’s just...something different about when you do it. He tries to tell himself it’s because you live with him, but that doesn’t feel quite right

His eyes light up when he sees the way the color compliments your skin. It makes your eyes twinkle but he’s really focused on your lips

It wakes up something ancient and irrational in him; he wants to give you a pretty shell or rock for some reason??

He just gets all excited and wiggly. Even his tail wants to wiggle!

You’re just pretty, okay?! Not that you’re gonna know, dummy!

Subconsciously, he thinks it reminds him of beautiful, vivid scales. Then that sends him down a rabbit hole of how pretty you’d look if you had scales  

In general, I headcanon that Levi can see the slightest differences in colors. He and Asmo are basically tied in this, and they far outpace the other brothers. 

He’d be extra stoked if the color is from the blue or purple family because those can be hard to pull off but they often make really good looks

Being Levi, he can’t outright compliment you. He’ll just say ‘it’s probably good for a normie human lipstick, but have you seen THESE?!’ and shows you some of the flashier Devildom ones

HE SHOWS YOU A BUNCH AND GOD HE HOPES YOU GET AT LEAST ONE BECAUSE HE WANTS YOU TO WEAR IT! DON’T THINK HE’S WEIRD BECAUSE HE SAVED MAKEUP, OKAY?!

Get one with a slight shimmer or color change. Or better yet, do a gradient!

Levi would absolutely explode if you wore his colors!

If you do a TSL-inspired look, he’s going to die. And have dreams of you saying sweet things to him, the yucky otaku, with your pretty, pretty lips

Satan

Much like Lucifer, he’d want to wax poetic about how the lip color gives you an enchanting aura

Quite stricken, very flustered. He can hardly muster a witty remark.

Satan is basically grasping at straws and hoping his usual cool, toothy grin hides the fact that he’s ready to blush himself straight into a sunburn

Mild teasing, all of it good natured. He’ll pepper in comparisons to Helen of Troy or historical figures that resemble you. It’s mostly to see you blush, but it’s his way of saying it indirectly

He hasn’t quite come to terms with how much he likes you yet but he knows when he sees that lip color, he wants to smear it all over your cheeks and down your chin.

The idea of making a mess of something so pretty and carefully crafted just really gets his blood going. It’s a wicked thing, isn’t it? Symbolism for a demon corrupting a human? You could be his pretty human, yes.

If he wants to think or make a coherent sentence, he can’t look at you when you’re wearing lipstick

Subtly moves one of the books from a nearby stack into his lap because boy has a boner.

If you decide not to hang around or get pulled away by one of his brothers, Satan will disappear to indulge his fantasies of you wrapping those pretty lips around his cock. He’s not even mad about it. Not in the moment; he feels bad a few days later.  

Asmo

His darling human is spreading their little beauty wings? Oh be still his beating heart!

He’s the first to compliment you and actually takes an analytical approach before the idea of genuine compliments pop up in his head. It’ll take him an hour or two to start getting a little flustered by you ‘dressing up’ and silently tormenting himself with ‘Is it for me? Is it for someone else?!’

Asmo can’t help but coo over how well you know your color wheel and how you match your undertones

The type to hold your face in his hands and pat your cheeks or squeeze them a little

Teases you about making lipstick swatches on his lips or his arms (”Or, you know, wherever. You can kiss me anywhere you like!”)

Wants to drag you away and see if any of his colors will look good on you

You will soon have a matching lip color! He’ll make sure of it!

BEGS you to let him swatch his lip colors on you, or apply them. He’ll make sure to take care of your lips in between--a lip mask, exfoliation, the works! (”I’ll even kiss them for you!”)

He wants you to try on all his lip colors because he wants to memorize how breath-taking you look in all the colors. Even if it’s platonic with some lusty teasing, Asmo has a genuine love for bringing beauty to people

In some ways, it makes his heart ache. It reminds him of when he was Heaven’s Jewel.

But now he’s here in the Devildom, and he doesn’t really regret it because he met you. You can be his jewel now, and maybe he can be yours. Maybe it all starts with some lipstick, hm? 

Beel

He notices it but doesn’t really get the significance of it

Is there a reason? Is it for an event? Is this a dominance thing? An attraction thing?

Demon can see from a great distance, far greater than humans, and there’s a chance he sees you before you see him

In all honesty, he probably thinks you have something on your lips, like a sauce or something

It isn’t until you get closer that he realizes it’s some kind of lip product

If you’re happy, he’s happy

You always look cute but this color seems to make you happy and it gives you this bouncy glow about you. That makes Beel all warm inside, to the point where he wants to purr.

Sometimes when he gets really excited his wings want to buzz. They kind of want to buzz.

Doesn’t mean to, but can’t stop staring at your lips. It’s a color he’s not used to seeing on you and his brain recognizes that change

Wouldn’t be against you kissing him. What? It might transfer? He gets food and crumbs all over his face on the regular so it’s not a big deal.

You might be shy about it? Don’t want him to get teased? Well...you can always practice. You know, somewhere he can hide it. Just to test it, that is.

KISS HIS STOMACH! He’d be so damn close to a nut Beel would have to bite his own tongue or shove something in his mouth before you do it

Would wear your little kiss marks like a badge of pride so slap ‘em on wherever you want!

“Do they have orange lipsticks?” he asks. Blushes deeply immediately, not realizing he actually said it out loud. You should try one of those, he thinks. You know, because that’s his color and it’ll match his nails. He thinks that’d be neat.

Just wants you to kiss all over his chest and stomach. 

Belphegor

Wary of the lipstick. Doesn’t trust it

Looks like a nightmare for his pillows. Paranoid about you getting it on his sheets

If he’s half asleep and notices it, the color change will jolt him awake long enough to really observe it

“For me?” he teases as he rolls over or pull himself from under covers and pillows to really look at you

It’s pretty, for sure, but you’re not coming anywhere near his bed unless you can prove it’s not coming off on fabric!

What’s that? You can?

Belphie probably says something sarcastic and mildly asshole-ish but you defend your precious lip product, talking about human reviews and tests and things. “People have kissed their boyfriends and girlfriends on camera! It works!”

He makes you kiss your arm (he’s a fucking idiot, should’ve asked you to kiss HIS arm) to prove it won’t rub off before he lets you rest on his bed with him

Snuggles into you like he always does, playing with your hair just the tiniest bit. 

Belphie hopes it’s subtle but he’s slowing twining and inching his fingers closer to your face. Your lip color is almost mythical and he kind of wants to touch it after all the fuss he made.

Does it make your lips feel different? They look different. Would it react differently to demon skin?

Will tell you it looks nice and that you look pretty but if you ask him about it later, he totally denies it. Insists he must’ve been talking in his sleep

He dreams of you kissing him awake or kissing him to sleep with gentle cuddles and pretty lips

[sugako]

c+k: osamu

osamu x f!reader

sum: a fun at-home dinner date with Osamu for the lovely holiday

cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, fluff, mentions of food/eating, unprotected sex/creampie, toy use, mild degradation, rough sex, slight size kink

wc: 1.5k

a/n: part of confessions + kisses.....got a little carried away with plot so it’s not quite as short as the others whoopsie

"Do you remember when you confessed to me?" Osamu's soft whisper fanned hot air into your ear just as you began to stir. 

"Happy Valentine's Day to you, too. Mmmh, course I do, 'samu. Why?" You arched against him, stretching the sleepy ache from your body, then slowly turned over toward him. "It was pretty embarrassing." 

"It was cute." He purred, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You were so nervous, I thought you were gonna pass out." 

"I-...is that why you gave me food?" Feeling more awake with the realization, you perked up a little. 

"Maybe," he wrapped his arms around your waist and laid backing, pulling you on top of his plush chest. "I also didn't want to waste those leftovers." 

…..

You straightened your cute, flouncy dress out in the mirror for the third time. It was silly, getting excited about a little at home dinner date, but you couldn't help it. 

Osamu had been working on dinner and dessert for hours. You found it hard to believe when he told you that wasn't your present. Although you were well aware his own cooking was just as much a present to himself. 

Carefully, you hoisted up the hefty present, wrapped up in cute paper. A heavy duty, beautiful wooden cutting board he had been eyeing for months. Tucked inside the silly, sweet card was a small stack of risque film prints of yourself. Presents for Osamu could be a difficult search, but you felt confident this time. 

Just as you shuffled into the kitchen, he was setting the table. 

"Gifts already?" He smirked and took the box and card from you. As he sat he began peeling the wrapping paper back carefully. His normally calm face lit up when he saw just a corner of the box and his steady fingers worked a little quicker to tear the paper away. "I love you." He set the box on the floor beside him. 

With a prideful beam, you nearly bounced in your seat as he opened the card. Once again, his expression changed, but in a different way this time. 

"Do you like them?" You basically whispered as he leafed through the photos. Though excited, there was a little pit of nervousness in the bottom of your stomach. 

“Do I-... They’re very, very nice.” He answered breathily before clearing his throat. “I’ll give you yours after food, sound good?” 

You hadn’t wanted to seem so eager, but you were honestly more excited for the cooling food than whatever gift he had gotten. He, on the other hand, was salivating a little bit more over the pictures of you than the food. If he gave you the silly, little gift he had gotten - which he now felt was stupid in light of your very thoughtful presents - he wouldn’t even get to eat before dinner got cold. 

A soft smile graced his features through his bites as he watched you happily chew. Slowly, you both worked your way through the food, stopping every now and then to chat about anything and everything. Silence truly settled over you both after you had finished the last bite of dessert. Feeling full and warm and fuzzy, you gently laced your fingers through his over the table. 

“Gift time?” You finally asked. 

Osamu grinned lazily and reached under the table, keeping his hands laced with yours. He pushed the two small boxes toward you with an uneasy look on his face barely masked by his expression. You took them as soon as they touched your fingertips.

Your other hand slipped out of his and made quick work of unwrapping the first box - fancy, gourmet chocolates from a small business. The next box was a little more difficult. All extra taped up just to make you work for it. At last, you revealed a chunky, black box. Your eyes slowly widened as you lifted the lid. 

“This feels a little rude in comparison.” He chuckled, watching carefully as you slowly lifed out the vibrator. It was heftier and definitely better well-made than any toy you had owned before. 

“I think it’s perfectly fine. Better than fine.”

“C’mere.” He groaned, reaching out for you. Setting the toy back into its box, you quickly rounded the table to sit against his lap, lips connecting the instant you landed. He held you there with one strong hand gripping your thigh. 

“Might… have to… test it,” you panted between sloppy kisses and reached behind you to grab the vibrator. His fingers dug into your skin. 

“Oh yeah?” A sly glint crept into his pretty eyes. 

He stood, dragging you with him as if to go toward your bedroom, but stopping short when you whimpered at the ache from his tight grip. Strong arms spun you against the nearest edge of counter and tore the toy out of your hand. One of his muscled thighs pressed against the back of your ass, forcing your front to dig against the countertop. 

“Knew you would be impatient, so I went ahead and checked everything, cleaned it too. Even though it’s going into your filthy cunt in a few seconds.” He growled into your ear and flipped the bottom of your dress over your ass. 

You wiggled your hips just enough for him to get a peek of your cutest panties as you bent the rest of the way over the counter. The chill against your cheek was enough to make you shiver, but his roughened hands smoothing over the slope of your ass warmed your core. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t fuck me when you saw those pictures. You’re so easy to fluster, ‘samu.” You giggle as he pulls your damp underwear down to your ankles, letting you kick them off. 

“Such a fucking tease. Can’t believe I thought you were so shy.” Taking a deep inhale, his hand came down to land a sharp blow against your backside. “But you’re really just a dumb slut.” 

The name made you whine and sigh, your legs spreading wider for him. The loud hum from the toy shocked you before he slid it against your folds. You weren’t sure what setting he had it turned to, but the instant, violent pressure against your clit was making you hump at nothing in nearly a minute. 

“Gonna cum already?” He asked, mockingly. 

“Ah! Uh-huh… gonna, uh, gonna cum, ‘samu!” You squeaked while Osamu rubbed the toy against you, letting you quickly find your release. Hips jitter and spark over nothing, twitching in the air like a feral animal. He decreased the intensity, but kept it pressed ever-so-lightly against your clit to help you ride out your high.

“Be a good girl and hold it for me?” He passed the toy between your legs and into your limp hand. “Want you to cum around my cock while I fuck you hard.” 

You nodded dumbly, still catching your breath. Haphazardly, you managed to hold it against yourself, grimacing at how your cunt still throbbed and your clit ached for more. The only slow part about the rest of the night was when Osamu took the time to line himself up with your entrance before immediately ramming into you. 

The force nearly knocked the toy to the ground. Still, you held steadfast onto the little object, feeling his cock hit you deep and hard with every stroke. It wasn’t much, but you were beginning to come undone again. The way his thighs slapped the back of your ass and the toy were egging you on closer and closer to the spectacular finish line. 

His hands were holding you and himself steady by gripping onto your hips as leverage to fuck himself into you. He watched, panting and whining, at the way your pussy stretched around him, gushing out that beautiful cum that coated him completely. 

When your knees began to buckle, he held you up, barely able to tease since he felt himself getting so close as well. 

“Cumming again so soon?” He groaned, hoping you wouldn’t catch how strained his tone was. Your little hole was sucking him deep, pulsing and clenching at every harsh motion. 

Of course, he was right. You were too fucked out to respond or really hear him at that. The initial burn of the tight stretch long gone, all you could feel was engulfing ecstasy. His cock was perfectly molded inside of you, filling you to the brim. You could feel all of him and it was far too much. You crossed the finish line in a disjointed chorus of whines and moans and spasms. 

“C-cumming!” You cried out, but he already knew. He could barely move the way you clamped around him and yet he couldn’t stop. Really digging his hands into you now, he fucked himself over the edge, letting you milk him dry in your still pulsing cunt. You could feel the hot splash of his cum paint your insides and sighed, contentedly when his motions slowed and he held himself buried completely inside of you. 

Exhausted, you pulled the vibe away and turned it off. He slumped over your back, pressing his clothed chest completely against you, pinning you closer to the countertop. Between gasps for air, he snuck little kisses in against the exposed skin on the back of your neck. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He sighed. 

[imagineredwood]

“You’re playing with fire, mi vida.”

Request: Imagine where Miguel and his wife are at a gala or some event and they sneak out to have a quickie

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x reader 

Warnings: Sexual content, what might be perceived as mild degradation by some, exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.1K

***I know he’s wearing a black suit in the story so just used your imagination lol ***

“You look stunning.”

You smiled and twirled in your gown, the fabric glittering as it caught the light. Miguel smirked from where he was standing at by the front door. He held his hand out to you, taking yours softly and pulling you close to him. He held you as if you were dancing but did not move, only placed his lips at your ear so Nestor and the other guard did not hear.

“You look so good I might just stay here and keep you all to myself.”

Patting his chest, you looked at him through sultry eyes, your eye makeup adding an edge to your gaze.

“I’ll be all yours as soon as we get home, but we have to get going.”

Miguel huffed, not even really interested in this event if he was being honest. It was just an overcrowded, overly extravagant gala for the rich to fake smiles and try to one up each other. Miguel wasn’t into it, but he did need to show his face for a little while. He knew the night would be full of shaking hands with those who wanted to get closer to him, or side eyes from those who wanted to avoid him like the plague. Either way, he found it to be a waste of his time, though he knew it would do wonders for his public reception. That was truly the only reason he was going, and so he had decided to have you come with him. Having someone he knew, trusted, and loved to help pass the time. Now though, seeing your shape in that crimson red and how perfect you looked, he was having his doubts.

You did not entertain it and simply grabbed his hand, locking eyes with Nestor and offering a smile.

“We’re ready, Nes.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

“Miguel…”

You warned your husband in a low voice, but he ignored you, his hand still in your lap as his fingers traced the exposed skin of your thigh through the slit in your dress. His eyes were locked on your leg and when he finally looked up at you, there was hunger in his eyes.

“I’m really regretting you walk out of the house in that.”

Your eyes sparkled and the idea to milk his disadvantage kicked in. Glancing forward at Nestor driving, you found his eyes on the road, not interested in what was happening in the back seat. Looking back at Miguel you tilted your head, eyes mischievous.

“Yeah? What would you have done if we stayed?”

Miguel glanced at Nestor as well before leaning closer to you and whispering huskily.

“I would’ve hiked that gown up on your hips and fucked you right on the kitchen counter.”

“Hmm.”

You blinked softly before looking down your own leg.

“With my shoes on, or off?”

You raised your foot, tilting it and showing off the sharp heel that you were wearing, knowing that was one of his weaknesses. The fact that it exposed more of your thigh was only a coincidence. Miguel’s eyes stayed on your foot for a few moments more before they scaled up your leg, stopping at the junction of where your thigh met your hip, covered by the satin of your gown. The very same crease that he had kissed and nibbled at last night. He looked at you again before shaking his head once, a threat in his words.

“You’re playing with fire, mi vida.”

With a pout of your lip, your feigned innocence.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Leaning into him, your hand was on his lap then, resting high on his thigh a mere inch or two from the growing bulge on the front of his slacks. You traced a perfectly manicured nail along the edge, so close yet not close enough to touch where he was throbbing.

“You’ll know what I mean when I bend you over the granite.”

His smile was condescending, and you were about to fire back when the car stopped. Turning to look out the window, you looked at the large vintage mansion, more windows on one single building than you had seen in a long time. Miguel exited the car on his side before coming around to open the door for you. Hand out, he helped you exit, watching as you smoothed your hands over your gown. Miguel’s eyes followed the motion and your wink told him that tonight was not going to be an easy night.

With the car door closed behind you, Miguel offered you his arm. Lacing his with yours, you held your clutch and began walking up the stairs with him. He walked slow, making sure you were steady and safe. With you now in the building, you looked around, a plethora of other suits and gowns bustling around, the sounds all blending and creating a hum. Your eyes moved around, taking in the crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, illuminating the expensive paintings that decorated the cream-colored walls.

“Mr. Galindo!”

And so it began, people coming up to shake his hand and introduce themselves. From investors to politicians and small-town officials, people were seeking his attention and throwing compliments your way. You listened and showed respect, though Miguel often seemed to be wearing a smile so fake it made you chuckle at times. In a quick moment of peace with no one crowding the two of you, you looked to your husband to find him looking annoyed. So you decided to restart your game from earlier, if only to put him in a better mood.

Leaning closer to him, you pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek getting his attention.

“Can you guess which panties I’m wearing tonight?”

The cartel leader turned his attention to you and quickly there was a genuine smile replacing the fake one.

“None, I’m hoping.”

A playful wag of your finger told him he was wrong.

“Incorrect. Guess again.”

“Hmm,”

Miguel brought his hand up to his chin, making a show of being pensive.

“The black lace with red trim?”

“Wrong again. I’ll tell you what; I’m gonna go grab a drink while you try to figure it out.”

You pressed another kiss to his cheek before pulling away from him and sashaying toward the bar. His eyes were on your ass then and he cursed under his breath as he stared at the shape that was slightly visible through the satin of your gown.

You were wearing the cheap black thong that you had bought that had a small silver heart at the junction that rested right on the slope of your ass.

Miguel shook his head then, never having guessed that you were wearing that pair. Here you were at arguably the most important gala of the year with the richest people in the area, sipping champagne from crystal flutes and in a designer gown, yet wearing the skimpiest panties you owned that could be considered trashy in comparison. The thought alone made him hard, his mind starting to wander. He watched you like a hawk, eyes following your every move as you grabbed a new flute and started to head back to him.

Just by the look on his face, you knew he had recognized what pair you were wearing and you couldn’t keep the smile off your lips as you closed in on him, toe to toe.

“Figured it out?”

Miguel smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist as he faced you.

“Leave it to you to pick the sluttiest panties you own.”

With a wide grin, you placed one hand on his chest, leaning into him.

“Would you have preferred I hadn’t worn any, Mr. Galindo?”

The use of such a formal name coming from you paired with the wickedness in your eyes and the low rumble of your voice had him grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him. Your heart sped up as you tried to keep up with him, giggling as you weaved through people until you were at the back of the lobby. Miguel pushed you in front of him then, speaking to the staff member who was beside the large glass door that lead out to the back garden.

“She’s not feeling well, I’m going to take her out for some fresh air.”

The man nodded quickly and opened the door for the two of you, letting you walk through before closing it behind you. Miguel continued walking with you until he made it to the edge of the garden, a large wall blocking both of you from view. He did not waste any time then, taking the glass and clutch from your hands and placing them down before grabbing your dress and hiking it up, a gasp leaving you.

“Miguel!”

“Hold it.”

You hesitated then listened and grabbed the hem of the dress yourself, exposing your panties to Miguel as you stood there. Reaching forward, he ran his knuckle along the front of your panties softly with a smirk, that condescending tone back.

“You thought all that teasing was going to do what exactly? Work me up so that I would fuck you nice and hard once we got home?”

You paused before nodding.

“Well…yeah.”

“Right.”

Miguel looked back at your panties and then slipped his fingers into the flimsy waistband, yanking and tearing them from your body before locking his eyes on yours.

“Why wait until we get home? I’ll just fuck you right here.”

You were shocked by his words, neither of you having ever shown an interest in exhibitionism. The thought was new, foreign, and beyond arousing. Standing there with your dress up and no panties you turned around and bent forward, your gown staying on your hips as you pushed your ass out. Looking back at Miguel over your shoulder you wiggled your bare ass at him.

“Well come on then.”

Miguel did not answer you, only reached for his belt buckle to undo it and his zipper. Soon enough his cock was out, his black suit still perfectly in place. He grabbed onto himself and then ran the tip through your lips, chuckling at how wet you already were.

“If only those people in there knew how filthy Mrs. Galindo is.”

He slid into you then, shuddering at the tight warmth. You moaned as you tried to adjust, an edge to your voice when you spoke again.

“Even if they did, what could they say? What would they dare to say?”

Your words brought a grin to Miguel’s face and he slid all the way into you, his back against your chest as he reached forward and lovingly turned your face to look at him.

“They wouldn’t dare to say anything because they know what would happen if they disrespect my perfect wife.”

His words had you clenching around him and he groaned as he released your face and threw his head back.

“Fuck you feel good.”

You were pushing back on him now, thankful that he had gone with a black suit instead of his white one. There was no more talking after that, only the sound of your moans and his grunting as he pounded into you from behind, your hands on the stone wall supporting yourself. It did not take long for you both to come close to the edge, Miguel’s skillful fingers working on your clit. He spilled within you with a stifled hiss, both of you staying still for a minute while you caught your breath. Pulling out of you, he helped you shimmy your gown back down your hips, smoothing the fabric that was now slightly wrinkled. Miguel bent down and picked up the flimsy thong, twirling it around his finger with a scoff before tucking it away in his pocket.

“All the Italian lingerie I have for you at home and you want to wear this little ten-dollar scrap.”

Leaning toward him to press your lips against his, you spoke between kisses.

“Gotta…keep…you…on your…toes.”

He smiled at that and nodded, softly stroking your chin.

“That you do, querida.”

Adjusting his suit one final time, he took your hand in his and began walking with you back into the mansion, the stickiness between your legs unable to be ignored. You were looking forward to going home now and getting a nice warm bath. Now in the lobby once again, you started to walk to the exit when Miguel tugged you.

“Where are you going?”

You paused, thinking it was obvious that you would both be returning home.

“…I thought we were leaving.”

And there was that evil smile once again as Miguel shook his head.

“We still have plenty of people to talk to before the night is over.”

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Similar - Osamu x Reader

Summary: You and Osamu go on a double date with Atsumu. (~1.2k words)

Warnings: sfw

A/N: Honestly this is a bit rushed so I might rewrite it but I hope you like it, nonnie.

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Arms loaded with popcorn and other snacks to enjoy during the movie, you trudged back to join  your boyfriend where he stood, his usual mildly disinterested expression now replaced with a bit of irritation as he looked at this phone. 

“Is your brother on his way?”

Osamu looked away from his phone at the sound of your voice, reaching a hand out to help you carry the snacks while you slipped his credit card into his pocket. Now that you both had a hand free, you interlocked fingers with him, keeping an eye out on the bustling mall. 

“Did he get stuck in traffic? The movie’s about to start-” you whispered, stopping abruptly when you saw a young man who looked like every bit as much as your ‘Samu but with a large, confident, bordering on cocksure smile on his face. He was casually but well dressed, and with blonde hair unlike Osamu’s gray, and a woman who fit the part of a pretty online ‘influencer’ to a T hung on his arm, laughing loudly. 

“Hey! You realize we’ve been waitin’?” Osamu called out.

Atsumu’s eyebrows raised and he stopped where he stood shoving his hand in his pocket, then his lips spread into a smile as the two of you approached the couple. The young woman beside him did a double take between the two twins, eyes wide. 

“Oh! You’re twins!” She whispered, ignoring Osamu’s surly expression.

Osamu paused then ran a hand through his hair briefly before introducing himself politely to the woman in the group.

“Osamu,” he said with a wave, stepping aside so that you could also introduce yourself to the two, which you did so shyly. 

You noticed Atsumu look you up and down as you introduced yourself, and you worried if you looked plain in comparison to his date, but his eyes were somewhat unreadable much like Osamu’s. 

“Atsumu. Pleased to meet you,” he said, with a smile warmer than you expected. You didn’t dwell on it because Osamu was already nudging you to take you to your seats.

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The movie was captivating enough but you couldn’t help but be distracted by the full on make-out session happening beside you (sloppy noises and all), and somehow by association even laying your head on Osamu’s shoulder seemed to border on licentious. Osamu shot his brother a dirty look but kept his arm steady around your shoulder and you focused on the smell of his shirt and the big screen in front of you.

About an hour and a half later, despite being mostly full of movie theater butter and candy, you found yourself at a burger and shakes joint, and you slurped quietly on a milkshake while Osamu and Atsumu tried to catch up, and Atsumu’s date, whose name you eventually registered as Hana, texted in between furtive glances at her date.

“Mom’s been worrying about ya. Call her so she stops calling me.”

Atsumu took a large bite of his meal before replying, “Tell her I’m fine.”

“It’s not the same,” Osamu said, with a sigh, but then leaned back in his chair. A silence hung in the air in which the sound of your straw sucking air seemed to become too loud and you broke the mild tension with a question. 

“So, uh… Atsumu, ‘Samu tells me you used to play volleyball together but now you play professionally?”

Atsumu leaned closer in his chair, a glint now in his eyes. At this, his date Hana seemed to perk up, looking at him carefully, then at you, wondering if she should be concerned about the way he looked at you now.

Atsumu picked a fry off your plate to both Hana and your dismay before continuing. 

“Yeah, Osamu’s good too but I’m definitely better… or at least I cared more. I always do.” 

Atsumu’s eyes didn’t leave you as he chewed and you tried very hard to both dispel the blush forming on your face (not because you were interested in him but because you were so shocked by how bold he was being of course) and deflect Hana’s glares at you. The words were intended to sink and fluster you.

The fact that Osamu said not a single word is even more surprising, and when you looked towards him, his gaze is averted and he looks out the window.

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Even if Osamu acted as though he was unbothered, you could feel unrest coming from him as he tied the laces of your ice skates for you, insisting despite your pleas that you could do them yourself.

“You’ve never skated before, let me help.”

There was a very mild edge to his voice that urged you to let him be overprotective, especially when you could tell he was annoyed by Atsumu’s flirty behavior.

When you looked over, you realized Atsumu was doing the same as Osamu and Hana’s face was overjoyed by it, taking snaps to commemorate the occasion. It occurred to you for a moment that this may be their first date.

Atsumu gave you a smirk when he noticed you watching, and you looked away quickly. 

For a moment you wished for the date to end so you wouldn’t have to manage your discomfort any longer, but when Osamu took you gliding across the large ice skating rink, first carefully, then picking up speed as you acclimated to the feeling of flying together. 

You barely noticed Atsumu and Hana attempting to race past you, with Atsumu looking back to leer at you two provocatively, urging a competition.

Osamu grinned at you in warning first, then picked up the pace, and despite the icy chill that whipped past your face as you went faster than you ever had before, your hands and your heart always remained warm and secure within his. 

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Once finally parted, home and snuggled together on the couch, you found yourself asking if he had pretended not to notice Atsumu brazenly flirting with you throughout that time.

Osamu gave you a single raised eyebrow, then adjusted himself so that his arms are behind his back.

“It looks like a jerk move but it’s his way to look out for me.”

You straightened up from your position laying against him and gave him a good look.

“What?”

“I told him he didn’t need to this time, that you were different, but he didn’t listen. It was annoying, but it’s fine.”

With this, he pulled you just a little bit closer to him and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

“Don’t get mad. It’s not that you aren't the cutest thing on Earth but honestly you’re not his type,” he said, frankly. You couldn’t shake the slightest bit of irritation at the idea that the brothers would do this slightly manipulative thing, but when you looked at your ‘Samu and you looked at Atsumu who despite his flirty behavior seemed to be somewhat smitten with his date by the end of the night, you realized, that maybe they were truly quite similar.

But that was fine. To you, your ‘Samu would always be the better twin.

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Who... are you?

Prompt + pairing: Science fiction Au, ‘Amnesia’ + Achilles & Patroclus

A/N: Time for angst! I'm actually quite liking this genre so prepare yourself for some Angst from our favourite boi's from the Trojan War. I'm gifting this to @ddepressedbookworm​ because EVERYONE NEEDS A SUPERFAN LIKE SHAN. Enjoy and please comment.<3 from me!

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“Where… where am I?” His voice rang out into the empty white room. Where was he? The last thing he recalled was an explosion, the sound of his gun firing into a void and clash of the spaceships.

“Patroclus? You’re okay. Your ship collided with an enemy ship whom you were raiding. You were the commander but unfortunately, only you survived the crash- well to our knowledge. We’re not sure if any enemies survived,” A nurse in a white uniform informed him.

He raised his hand to his head, feeling a small sting. Gently, he pressed down and when he pulled away, he saw what looked like little bugs. Immediately, his hand flew away.

The nurse gave a small laugh. “Oh don’t worry about them. The nanaomites and bots are there to heal the injury. You seem to have injured your head pretty severely but hopefully, they can fix up the wound. You may have mild amnesia.”

His breathing began to quicken. “ So… so-so you’re telling me there are little mites- bots- whatever, inside my head? What in the name of Zeus? How did I… I don’t know what’s going on. What’s happened?”

The nurse gave a slight frown before quickly changing her expression into a soft smile, as to reassure her patient. She signed for him- give me a second before leaving Patrocles alone in the room.

What in the name of Hades was going on? Spaceship- Collision? Commander? Was this some sort of war?

“Patroclus! Have you seen Commander Patroclus? Where is he? I need to see him!” A frantic voice called out. His ears perked up at the voice that felt somewhat familiar to him. He was meant to recognise this voice- right?

A man with beautiful glowing blond hair came in. His eyes, that gleamed like stars, showed nothing but concern and It almost made Patroclus blush to the very tip of his ears and nose that he may be the reason that the stunning man was worried.

“Patroclus!” Suddenly, strong arms embraced him, a familiar nose buried in the crook of his neck. He could feel the hot breath raising goosebumps on his shoulders and suddenly he saw a flash in his brain- The same moment…. But somewhere else.

He was meant to know this person. So why did he feel just as foriegn as everything else?

Finally, the blond haired man raised his head and his hands came round to softly cradle Patroclus’ face. The pads of his fingers gently brushed over the injury, where the nanomites were busy, working to heal the wound.

“Are you okay?” -Were the words that were whispered so close to his mouth, they might as well have locked lips and been breathing the same air. Patroclus lifted his hand to stroke the long blond hair gently. He did not know why he did so, but the movement felt familiar- like home. This man infront of him felt like home.

“I- I… I’m fine…” His voice failed him as he only managed to let out a small squeak. The weary tone did not go unnoticed by who he supposed was his lover.

“Are you sure?” He coupled this question with a brush of his lips over his nose. “You can tell me.”

“I- I…” Patroclus struggled to find the words to explain. Why was this hard for him? He didn’t even remember who this was! What was stopping him?

But it seemed the man before him was patient as he was gorgeous and so, he sat there with a soft smile gracing his lips and the small knit of his brow, showing a sliver of concern.

“Who are you?”

His features froze.

“Sorry?”

“Who…. Do I know you?”

The blond man sat up, raising himself to sit next to Patroluces on the bed. His hands desperately- almost frantic- cradled Patroclus ' face again, this time forcing themselves to stare each other in the eye.

“It’s me, Achilles.”

“A..chi...lles.” Patrcolus tried out the word slowly on his tongue as if it were completely foriegn. Oh, how they both prayed the name alone could fix this! How Achilles' eyes dazed in Patroclus, begging him to open up his memories to him. How Patroclus felt when he could do nothing, not even open the door behind his mind!

“It’s me! Remember- when we ambushed them with our trap? And...and, and when I was homesick so you showed me some of the constellations and how much closer they were when we first took off into space! Or the first time we…”

“...Kissed?” Patroclus finished off the sentence, hoping the word would be correct.

“You remember?” Achilles' voice had hope so great, I -as the author- fear that some of it may have been entirely false.

“I… I can’t… I can’t remember anything. I should know you, shouldn’t I? Your-” His hands went out to trace Achilles lips- “Lips seem familiar, like I’ve kissed them before. And your hair-” His hands moved to stroke the soft locks- “I feel like I’ve played with this. Or perhaps recommend that you cut this.”

Achilles let out a sorrowful laugh that for some reason made Patrocles' heart twist.

“And your eyes…” He gazed into the pools of mystery and sorrow and hope. “ I feel I may have, at some point, stared into these and thought I love your eyes as I love the stars.”

Achilles could feel tears streaming down his face, and for some reason, unbeknownst or not, Patroclus felt the immense urge to reach his hand out and brush them off.

“And maybe, just maybe, at some point, I held you and thought I love you as I love you for there is no comparison greater than my love for you.”

Tears coated Patroclus ' hand and stained Achilles face, who seemed paralysed. He could neither nod nor shake his head as he stared at the man whom he had loved so deeply he thought that they had been connected on a spiritual level.

“ And now… what do you see when you look at me?” Achilles' voice was small- almost pathetic- as he gripped the hand of his companion.

Patroclus pulled his hand away. “I’m afraid, I don’t know you at all, Sir.”