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They find out they weren't your original bias
Boynextdoor hyung line x reader (established relationship) (jaehyun's is long sorry) ultimate masterlist maknae line
Sungho
isnât bothered by it one bit.
a bias is just a bias, you chose him for love.
you were actually the one to tell him one day during filming.
you just told him out of the blue, no rhyme or reason for it at all.
he thinks itâs cute that Jaehyun was your first bias.
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While watching the other boys shoot new stuff for the album, you and Sungho were just aimlessly chatting about anything. Enjoying each others company during his busy schedule, and seeing your babies do their thing. Jaehyun was up next for his solo shooting. As this was going on you leaned in toward Sungho, eyes still focused on Jaehyun being Jaehyun.Â
âYou know, Jaehyun was actually my first bias.â Sungho grinned from ear to ear, letting out a little giggle. Then you looked at him, confused by his wide grin.
âW-w-what?â You questioned between nervous laughter.
âThatâs pretty adorable to be honest.â While talking neither of you had noticed Jaehyun finished and was walking up to yours and Sunghoâs cozy spot.
âWhatâs adorable?â Jaehyun questioned, hoping for a compliment. Both of your eyes widened as you both smiled, turning to him.Â
âYou as always Jae!â You started cheerfully.
âYou did great as always!â Once he was out of ear shot Sungho touched your arm as you turned to look at him.Â
âPlease donât tell Jaehyun, Sungie.â You were basically pleading with him.
âI want to keep it between us too. If he found out he would never let either of us live it down.â Putting out your hand for Sungho to shake, he took it and you both giggled about your deal.
Riwoo
nonchalant #2.Â
not as chill about it as Leehan but pretty chill.
doesnât care when Leehan mentioned that Woonhak was your first bias because he knows you bias him now.
Riwoo also knows that you think his dance skills are top tier. because they are
he also doesnât mind because you laugh hardest at his jokes.
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You were playing games with Woonhak when your phone lit up a few times in a row, catching your attention. Glancing down at the sudden light, distracting you from the game for a few seconds. This quick distraction causing you to die. You werenât too upset though, picking up your phone to check it.Â
my dancing king: Leehan told me about your little secret
you: girl what
my dancing king: do you like playing games with your original bias most?
You giggle out loud, making Woonhakâs curiousity grow, as he looked in your direction.
you: yeah I love playing games with woon, heâs great at them!
You knew he was messing with you and was probably disappointd he couldnât fool you as easily as heâd thought.Â
my dancing king: good thing your taste has improved.
You hadnât noticed Woonhak peaking over your shoulder, hearing a whiney
âheyyyyy!~âÂ
âHeâs just being annoying Woonie donât worry.â You both laughed and continued your game.
Jaehyun
doesnât believe it for a second but once it sits with him for a couple minutes he begins to overthink.
Sungho had accidentally let it slip around Jaehyun, not even sure the reason he had brought it up in the first place.
you told Sungho while in a sleepy state one late night, that he was actually your original bias.
Jaehyun will distance himself from you and from Sungho until you are caught up to what happened.
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During a group hang out Jaehyun had been noticibly distancing himself from you and Sungho. it was more noticible with you though. Sungho could see you getting visibly upset about your boyfriend's actions, so he asked you to talk with him outside the room. He knew exactly why Jaehyun was acting this way but he wanted to let you know exactly what happened. Sungho felt majorly guilty once he realized what he had done. There were a few hours in between this incident and the group hangout. Hours that Jaehyun had been alone, sulking to himself, and brewing in his jealousy. Sungho began telling you about what happened and that he didnât even think about how it could've hurt Jaehyun. When he watched you and Sungho step out of the room together he immediately got really hurt and upset, on top of his overthinking from the past couple hours. He excused himself from the remaining boys, charging towards the door. Just as you both were about to head back into the room, Jaehyun flew past. a large gust of wind drew distance between you and Sungho, making just enough room for Jaehyun, as he stormed away. You both looked in the direction he was heading, then at each other, knowing your private chat probably escalated his already racing thoughts. You couldnât decide if you should go after him or give him some space. Deciding it would be best to go after him you said bye to Sungho, asking him to apologize to the other boys on your behalf. He apologized to you one last time with extra sorry eyes as you parted ways.Â
As you arrived at the dorms you closed the door behind you, calling out for Jaehyun lightly, not wanting to scare him. There was only silence. You began walking down the hall towards his room. Empty. Now you were getting more worried than before but decided to try the other rooms. Both empty, until you landed in front of Sunghoâs room. As you drew closer to the door you heard quiet sniffles. You lightly knocked, beginning to open the door and enter.
âJaehyun..?â You questioned as soft as possible. He scooted over on the bed inviting you to join him.
âBaby, why are you in-â Before you could finish your question he sniffled again and cut you off.
âIs Sungho hyung still your bias?â You wanted to laugh at the ubsurd question, but you knew how his brain functioned. Sighing you turned towards him, cupping his face in your hands. Seeing his red nose and wet eyes shattered your heart to pieces. You kissed his forehead and smiled.
âMyung Jaehyun is mine. Myung Jaehyun is my baby. Myung Jaehyun is my forever bias.â
He blushed and giggled. Then he took your hands, put your arms around his waist and nuzzled his face into your neck.
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4 (Oddly) Specific Types of Relationship Dynamics That Are GUARANTEED to Make Your Story More Interesting!
1.) Friends with Benefits to Enemies to Lovers: Let's be real. We ALL love a good enemies to lovers moment (it's easily one of my most loved tropes, hands down). But, a great way to really charge up that underlying hate that eventually flourishes into the perfect romance is by giving your characters a relationship before they became enemies...not just friends in this case, but friends with benefits. With that specificity, there's also a pre-existing sexual relationship that might really help in charging those negative feelings toward one another. Like, they were already intimate, and have seen those very private things about one another, but now they're fighting? Woof.
2.) Friends That Are Deeply in (Platonic) Love: No, I'm not talking friends to lovers. I'm talking friends that are just simply platonically in love. There's nothing sexual about their relationship, and there isn't really anything inherently romantic about it either, but they might show their love in ways that might traditionally be seen as "romantic." Intimate hugs, cuddling, saying "I love you so much," etc. I feel like I don't see this enough in written friendships and think it's wonderful for two characters to be so connected in a way that's not inherently sexual or traditionally romantic. GIVE US MORE PLATONIC ROMANCE!
3.) The Love Triangle...But They All Love Each Other: This is for my OT3/poly homies out there. This one made the list so I could scream it from the rooftops: IF YOU HAVE A LOVE TRIANGLE, MAKE THEM ALL BE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, COWARDS. OTHERWISE, IT'S JUST AN ANGLE, AND THAT'S NOT FUN FOR ANYONE. The concept of a love "triangle" is so overdone, and now we're in a new era--show me the throuple. Show me them trying to get over their feelings for one another and they just can't. Show me the complications of it all. Show me how they come to terms with loving two different people. Show me how they make it work. Show me how they show their love for one another in their non-traditional way. Nobody will see it coming and if your readers are anything like me, they'll appreciate you for it.
4.) Close-Knit Established Couples That Have Already Gone Through the Wringer: It's kind of crazy, but I haven't read a lot about established couples that already have a past of their relationship bonds being tested. It's always about the fresh new couples on the scene, and while I'm all for it, I love a couple that's already gone through some shit and are already fortified against whatever else is coming their way. Of course, that shouldn't stop you from throwing them back to the metaphorical sharks again, but I feel like it will be substantially more interesting to watch a couple who has already fought for one another (and won) do it all over again. How to they fare in comparison to a fresh couple? Are they annoyed about it? Or maybe they find it amusing because "been there, done that"?
As always, GO WRITE SOMETHING TODAY! <3
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"Limoroeau should have been a slowburn!"
We don't see them again until 2025, burn that shit now!
#limoreau#mariejordan#gen v#marie moreau#jordan li#also there is SO much that can still be done with them#the idea that a ship is boring once they get together has never made sense to me#especially on a show like this where romance is just a highlight and not the main story#established couples are great and i love them
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the worst part about flapjack's death is that luz and hunter's friendship died right along with it lmao
#idk it's just funny. TTT goes so fucking far in order to say that luz and hunter have built a strong bond between them#to the point that luz calls him family#then luz is the only one who refuses to fight possessed hunter#she only gets close to him to hug him and do the 'this is not you!' middle school couple trope on him#not only that but flapjack entrusts his powers for luz when he sees what's become of hunter and THAT is what she CHOOSES to do#you know. flapjack who was caleb's palisman. who was there for the entirety of caleb and evelyn's romance to the point that belos-#-considers him a symbol of caleb's betrayal (his love for evelyn)#this is the same flapjack that looks at phillip trying to harm 'caleb' again and decides to literally put his powers in luz's hands#and ultimately his sacrifice means neither caleb or evelyn have to die again#which is kinda confirmed by the way hunter goes like 'there's a reason you and i are alive and here right now and it's because-#-it's our turn to defeat belos' like i didn't even have to reach for this. hunter says it himself#and this is all great and compelling and makes sense except for the fact that the show just forgets about this on the next two episodes#and so where the first episode establishes that luz and hunter are close friends FTF and WAD are like 'do they even know each other?idk idc#and i get to stare at the camera because OBVIOUSLY if hunter and luz were a couple this wouldn't be a problem to begin with#and flapjack's death loses meaning when it turns out that nothing about evelyn or caleb or the previous confrontations between belos and-#-the other grimwalkers has any bearing in the plot anymore#flapjack gave its life to preserve the love that changed the world back then but because it's just never acknowledged it's like. who cares#someone had to die and we can't kill one of the kids#shrugs#sorry i have so much resentment in my heart#but do not get it twisted. it's HILARIOUS to me that TOH is at its most compelling when the lunter/witteclaw parallels are at its strongest#and then shoots itself in the foot when they realize that they paired off both characters with other people#okay that's all i have to say by now#lunter#is this anything
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Happy Valentines Day!! đ I hope you spend the day being haunted by someone you love đ» (or if you're like me, just eating a lot of heart-shaped candy)
Poll:
#I really REALLY wanted to make a little video for valetines day but I ran out of time đ„Č#maybe I'll do something late over the long weekend#for now I offer you my hot takes that absolutely nobody asked for:#the Arondekars- LOVE LOVE THEM. they're everything. just like wwditsâ the married couple is my favorite ship. idk what this says abt me#Isaac/Nigel- I think they're really sweet!! I don't think I'm as into them as some people but I do like them a lot#the concept alone is so charming and it's a choice that establishes the show a bit from the original that I think works really well#Isaac's awkwardness and hesitancy to move things forward is SO relatable to my experience as a baby lesbian and I find it really endearing#Flower/Thorfinn- I'm not super into them I'm sorry đ I don't hate it but I also don't really feel the chemistry#although maybe this week's episode will change my mind!!#Pete/Alberta- oughh I didn't realize how much I loved their dynamic until I thought about it more#their opposites attract kind of thing is really cuteâ with Alberta helping Pete step out of his comfort zone#and alberta knowing she deserves someone a bit more stable who will treat her better than she was in life (she already knew this but still)#it's a shame bc they're probably the couple with the least chance of getting together đ#Sasappis/Shiki- unfortunately there's not much they can really do :') however sass' shiki tree was adorable. what a dork#Sass/Jessica- cute while they lasted!! they weren't able to spend a ton of time on their relationship but it brought out a different side#of Sass that was fun to watch#Hetty/Trevor- absolutely hilarious. I never knew I needed it. I don't ship them in a capital r Romantic way but their chemistry is great#I'd rather see it stay just a fling tbh. also when the other ghosts find out it's going to be SO juicy I can't wait#last one- I really don't want to see the entire house coupled off. The ships are fun but also the friendships between the ghosts and how#they function as a group is the real heart of the show for me I don't want that to get lost. I don't think it's impossible to balance both#so it's ultimately just a personal preference đ€·ââïž#wow I didn't realize i had so much to say about this aksjsk#anyway. my prediction for this poll is a close race between isaac/nigel and h-money#cbs ghosts
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LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.
Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.
Genre: Angst and hurt; somewhat fluffy (but only for a brief while). Warnings: Swearing. Unhealthy relationship/coping mechanisms (?). Word count: 2.2k+
Lucifer had been courting you for a couple of months already, the King of Hell finally deciding it was time to make the two of you official. The tension was so incredibly thick, that even the hotelâs patrons were growing sick of having to watch the two of you dance aimlessly around each other. Charlie included.Â
The past couple of months were more than delightful â Lucifer treated you like a Queen, taking you out almost every other night, having nice candle-lit dinners, and dancing the night away. And if you werenât really feeling the glamour, the both of you would stay cuddled up against one another whilst watching some cliche rom-com. It was like a dream. It was perfectâŠwell, almost.Â
The very source of your concerns was the golden band that remained in Luciferâs ring-finger.Â
You knew about the heart-break and torment that Lucifer underwent following his separation with Lilith. Understandably, having been together for many decades and centuries, the King had a difficult time trying to move on. Even in the earlier stages of your relationship, when he had been comfortable confiding in you, it was evident that he still deeply cared for Lilith, despite her absence.Â
You tried to be understanding â you really, really did. But every time you held his hand, the cold metal feeling against your fingers set a painful reminder that maybe he still hasnât moved on completely.Â
It filled you to the brim with self-doubt. Perhaps he was just keeping you around just to fill in the void she had left. And if that were the case, were you even doing a good enough job in that? Hypothetically, if Lilith were to waltz in front of the hotelâs doors one day, was he going to throw you off to the side and run away with her? What if heâd grow bored of you all of a sudden?
Questions such as these would linger at the back of your head constantly, and as they did, you would cast a longing gaze in his direction. When he catches your eye, he would automatically send a smile your way, pearly-whites in full display. It would make you smile without fail, because how could it not? You loved that dashing smile of his. But everyday, you wondered if you could continue to maintain that smile in your life.Â
One night in particular, during dinner at one of Hellâs finest establishments, Lucifer noticed that something was off. Your smile hasnât been reaching your eyes, and you seemed like you were anywhere but here. Your eyes had a distant look to them and whenever heâd ask if something was wrong, you would become dismissive. It concerned him a lot.Â
âDarling, are you alright?â Lucifer carefully asked once you both made it to the front porch of the hotel. âWas it the food? Was it not to your liking? Because the chicken was a bit off to be honest, it couldâve been a bit more seasonedââÂ
âLuci,â you intervened and grabbed his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. âThe food was great, really. Itâs justâŠâ As your voice trailed off, you were quick to feel that damn ring around his finger. Because, of course you did, and it didnât help your mood at all. You force out a huff and pull away, causing the demonâs frown to deepen, âIâm feeling a little under the weather tonight â probably just lacking a bit of sleep.âÂ
Lucifer scanned your face all over, his brows furrowed in worry. âWellâŠI guess you have been working harder for the hotel recently.â There had been some truth in that â after all, there had been an influx of sinners in the hotel since the cancellation of this yearâs extermination. But he didnât seem to stop there, not fully convinced by your reasoning, â...But are you sure thatâs all, my dear?âÂ
You looked at him, surprised, as if suddenly caught red-handed. He was quick to pick up on that too, confirming his suspicions and making him all the more nervous.
 âWhat are you trying to say?â You ask.Â
âWell, i-itâs just that I noticed that youâve been acting a bit off recently,â he splutters. âAnd not only tonight. Youâve become a bit moreâŠI donât know, distant with me. And it worries me, yâknow? I justâŠI really, really care about you. A lot.â He almost looks defeated as he rubs anxiously at his nape, âAnd if Iâm being honest, it scares the absolute shit out of me that what Iâm doing now isn't right."
Your brows crease in confusion, â...What are you talking about?âÂ
Lucifer closed his eyes, dragging a palm against his face as an exaggerated groan leaves his lips. âLook, Iâm not exactly experienced with allâŠall this â the one woman Iâve ever been in a committed relationship with left me. Just like that!â He lets out a humourless snort. âA-And I donât know what I did to make her leave and I for sure donât want to make that same mistake again. IâŠI want to be assured that Iâm making you happy.âÂ
Lucifer looks up at you, eyes filled with warmth, as he places a gentle hand against your cheek. He breaks the distance between you to press his forehead against yours. You automatically lean against him out of habit. âI donât want to lose you. And if Iâm doing something wrong, tell me. Please, donât shut me out.â He pleads, his voice almost falling into a whisper. The unexpected confession left you speechless, your chest feeling all the more tight. It was making you feel worse than you already did.Â
You let out a shaky sigh, trying to keep the pending tears at bay. âLuci, Iâm sorry. I didnât knowâŠI-I didnât mean to make you feel that way. Trust me when I say that youâve been nothing more than a gentleman, and every moment weâve spent together has been magical. I appreciate you so, so much, and I could never, ever ask for anything more.âÂ
You shut your eyes tight, shame filling your very core. âIâm just being a little sillyââ
âNo, no. Donât say that, darling. Please tell me whatâs going on. Itâs okay,â Lucifer encourages softly, his thumb rubbing reassuringly against your cheek.Â
You grab his wrist and gently pull your face away from him. With the hand on his arm, you slide it down to grab at his own, bringing it up into view and in-between the both of you. Almost instantaneously, both your eyes lie on the golden band on his finger â to Lucifer, it suddenly clicks. But he couldnât help but feel an internal conflict brew within him.Â
âI-I know how much that ring and Lilith means to you. I really do and I feel awful having to feel this way, but I justâŠI canât help it,â you mutter, finally allowing the first couple of tears to fall, âI-I often find myself counting the days and hours when youâll suddenly realise that I will never be good enough for you. It feels like Iâm constantly having to compete with herâheck, what am I even saying? I know Iâll never be able to compete â because, I mean, come on. I'm a nobody!â You chuckle tearfully whilst gesturing to yourself with a free hand.
âAnd I donât think Iâll ever understand how youâd ever settle for someone like me. Iâm not nearly as important, nor am I the best-looking demon out there. Iâm just me.â
âBut Lucifer, whenever Iâm with you, Iâm the happiest Iâve ever been. I smile more. Laugh more. I even enjoy the little things more. And I donât want that to go away. And Iâm just hopingâ Satan, Iâm fucking hoping that itâs the same for you. And if it is, then how long is that going to last with me?âÂ
Completely shocked, Lucifer watched in silence as his love sobbed their heart out in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to go and wrap you in his warm embrace, and whisper reassurances and hush down your cries. Because, you were right â you did make him happy. So unbelievably happy. You had been the light that casted away the shadows in his darkest times. And yet, why? Why did he remain where he stood, unmoving as tears pathetically poured from his eyes? Why wasnât he saying anything?
There was a brief, stagnant moment of contemplation where the both of you just stood there. It was the realisation that Lucifer didnât make any effort to formulate some form of response, that disappointed you even further. It only made the doubtful voice in your head louder.Â
It was you who ultimately decided to make the first move, wiping tiredly at your reddened face as you glanced at the hotelâs door. âIâll be heading off first. Iâll be in the guest room tonight â itâs been a long day,â you raspily say, hiccuping as you pushed through the doors and disappeared into the hotel, leaving Lucifer alone outside.Â
As you entered the hotel, you immediately noticed Huskâs presence by the bar, who had been polishing some glasses by the counter. In front of him was Angel, who was making some sweet, small talk with him. They were both alerted by your entrance as the doors flew open, and as Angel was about to greet you in his usual playful fashion, his voice fell flat when he saw the depressed state you were in.Â
âWoah, there. What the hell happened to you? You look like shit,â Angel asked, standing to meet you half-way, âI thought you and Short-King were out on a date. Did something happen?âÂ
âWe were but we had a fight or something,â you tiredly shrugged as you walked past the arachnid and plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools. You swirled yourself on the seat to face Husk. âGive me the strongest shit you have. And make it double,â you waved absently at the feline-demon, who raised an incredulous brow at your bluntness. âDamn, it must be that serious considering you donât even drink,â he grumbles as he turns to start brewing a glass of something, â...do you wanna talk about it?"
You contemplated his offer for a second and realised that you did. For the next five or so minutes, you ended up recounting everything that happened earlier tonight, all the while shedding even more tears. Angel was kind enough to supply you with a mountain of tissues to cry into.
âWell, it sounds to me that your manâs got a whole lot of thinking to do,â Husk clicks his tongue. âBut what youâre feeling is completely valid.â âYeah, who the fuck wears their olâ wedding ring while dating someone else? What an asshole,â Angel hisses.Â
âS-So you guys think thereâs a possibility that he might consider ending things with me?â You question dejectedly. Husk and Angel share a look of uncertainty, suddenly feeling the need to be careful of their words. Because they genuinely werenât sure.
âIâLook, thatâs not something we should be focusing on at the momentâ I mean, of course, letâs hope that thatâs not where this is going. I just think he needs some space to think things through properly,â Husk says.Â
âAnd I know I was talking a whole lot of shit before but letâs take the benefit of the doubt and look at things from his point of view. He was in that boat for more than a couple thousand years. And shit, thatâs a lot of fucking years.â Angel points out. âIt might take him a while longer to adjust to that, yâknow?â Angel places a hand on your shoulder, grinning at you reassuringly, âBut thereâs one thing for sure that myself and everyone else knows: the guy loves yah, toots. Anyone with eyes can see it, and you guys are really fucking disgusting about it tooâow!âÂ
Angel suddenly lunges forward against the counter as one of Huskâs wings swipes down to slap the back of his head. ââThe fuck was that for?! Itâs true, ainât it?!â Husk rolled his eyes at his dramatics, before turning back to you. âHeâs right, though. JustâŠjust give him a bit more time. Iâm sure in the end, the both of you will be fine.âÂ
Meanwhile, Lucifer decided to head back to his own castle, wanting to be alone to sort through his cluttered thoughts. He was beyond upset with himself for making you cry like that, because it was the last thing he wanted. But he was more upset at the fact that he didnât know how to navigate through his emotions, despising that he found himself second guessing his feelings.Â
As you explicitly implied, was he really still unconsciously longing for Lilith? Was that why he kept wearing his ring? Why was he still wearing it? Was it just for his own comfort? But why would he need it anyways? You were there, werenât you? All he had said to you tonight, he was contradicting himself, wasnât he? Perhaps heâs scared. Maybe he isnât ready yet. But, why would he be with you if he didnât think so? What exactly were you to him? And what exactly was Lilith to him now?
Lucifer was a complete mess, and that night he couldnât find a single blink of sleep as these thoughts plagued him. And neither could you, as you scrutinised every aspect of your relationship, thinking of what this could mean for the both of you, moving forward.
YeahâŠperhaps you both needed some time.Â
Chapter II [x]
#lucifer magne x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel
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Logan Loves to Bite
Summary: This is quite literally an homage to how I feel that Logan Howlett fucks and thatâs all there is to it.
Pairings: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Established relationship, Logan bites sometimes hard enough to break skin, hair pulling, ass smacking, choking, oral (fem!receiving) rimming (fem!receiving), no condoms on this blog
A/N: Welcome to my most popular AO3 fic! If youâve seen it there, Iâm the same person! This one is my favorite Logan fic, it makes me unhinged every time I read it. I hope yall like it here âš
It was just in his nature as a feral mutant. He bit. He bit when he was nervous or scared, and he bit when he got off.
He was lucky you had a great healing factor, while it wasnât as quick as his (no ones was), it was still fast and your âlove bitesâ disappeared in a matter of hours. His mouth was always on you when the two of you fucked and Charles even had to sound proof your room because Scott and Jean kept complaining about all the noise.
His favorite way to fuck you was from behind, either his hand wrapped in your hair to give him leverage, or your body pulled up against his so he could bite his way along where your neck and shoulder met.
He was animalistic like that, wanting to take you from a position where he had the most power, the most control. Heâd pull your body up so it fitted against his and wrap a hand around your throat, nose buried in your hair as he pounded up into you. His increased sense of smell was his secret kink. He could smell your arousal from rooms away and sometimes you would see if you could get yourself off before Logan found his way to your shared room, sniffing the air and taking over.
Every once in a while he would let you ride him, but it wouldnât take long for him to pull himself up to you, sinking his teeth into the soft spot where your jaw and your neck meet. He would turn your head, whispering dirty words in your ear as he fucked up into you. He said he loved the scent you released when he was fucking you. He would bury his nose where you released the strongest scent, between your breasts or behind your ears or along the hairline on the back of your neck.
He loved to go down on you too, burying his nose in the crotch of your panties, inhaling deeply and telling you how fucking sweet you smelled. He was always leaving marks on the insides of your thigh as he worked his way towards the apex of them.
âšHeâd grunt and groan, eating your pussy for all it was worth, pausing only to bite your inner thighs or dig his fingers into your hips. He always said he loved to bite the skin on your inner thighs the most. The part where it always seemed to be soft and pliable, no matter how hard you worked to make it go away. The bruises always faded faster than the bites, but he loved seeing you covered in them anyways.
Then heâd flip you over, smacking your ass and leaving red marks before heâd sink his teeth in the soft flesh. If he was feeling especially dirty, he would work his tongue towards your puckered hole, massaging the tight ring at the same time his hands did the same with your cheeks.
Logan would slip inside you, pressing until he was fully seated and you felt him in your throat. Heâd give you a couple sharp thrusts, relishing in the way youâd gasp when heâd hit that spot. Heâd pull your upper body backwards, fitting it against his hard chest as his teeth scraped along the edge of your ear and he would tell you how fucking good your pussy felt clamped around him. Logan liked to fuck and he liked to fuck dirty. He loved to get you so fucked out so you just fell asleep on his chest when he finally came, spent from hours worshipping your body. He loved to make you scream his name, loved when the only logical thought you could come up with was âLogan, Logan, Logan.â
He loved seeing the way your pussy looked stuffed with his cock, the way he stretched you as you gripped him. He loved the whimpers and whines you let loose when he had your hair fisted in his hands, or his fingers wrapped around your throat. He loved getting you so worked up you were begging for him to give it to you, begging for it harder, rougher, dirtier.
Youâd long since given him the okay to bury himself in you if he woke up from a nightmare and youâd lost track of the amount of times that youâd been woken from Logan pushing into your wet heat, hands gripping tightly at your hips as he used your body to drown out his nightmares. Heâd pin you down to the bed, needing the control as he pounded into you, teeth scraping along your shoulder blades until he finally bit down, grunting against your skin as he spilled himself into you.
He loved the little sigh of pleasure as he drove home for the first time, filling you completely. He loved the little gasps you released as he nibbled his way across your shoulders, the way you arched in for more. He loved the way that you arched when you came, highlighting your breastâs and making him all the more ready to nibble on them. He especially loved the way when he finally came, biting down hard enough to break skin, you would always let loose this throaty groan that shot straight to his groin. Because when it came down to it, you loved to be bitten as much as Logan loves to bite.
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consequences: sim jaeyun
pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 4.4k
synopsis: folding your boyfriends laundry is a normal for you, mostly when his schedule is busy. so being the good girlfriend you are, you fold his laundry and stumble upon his soccer jersey, deciding to tease him with it and ultimately dealing with the consequences of your actions once he returns home.
genre: established relationship, non-idol!au, soccer player!jake, smut
warnings: swearing, sending nudes, bratty reader, masturbation, degrading, unprotected sex, dom!jake, jake rips readers panties, he is rough with reader, hair pulling, sex on the counter top, finger sucking, edging, MINORS DNI, lmk if I missed anything âĄ
this is specially dedicated to @alvojake for helping me create this masterpiece âĄ
You let yourself into your boyfriend's apartment, finding the hidden spare key inside the fake potted plant by the door, and strolling on inside. You knew he didnât mind, you practically lived here anyway, preferring his bed over the shitty one you had back at the dorms. You might as well just move in with him at this point, most of your clothes and belongings are here as well.Â
Again, it was perfectly normal for you to randomly show up at his apartment even when he wasnât home. Sending him a quick text letting him know youâre waiting for him to come home from work and soccer practice, to which he responds back with three heart-eye emojis.Â
Jake is always working so hard, not just at his job and college, but also at his sport, and on top of being a great boyfriend and always making time for you within his busy schedule. Taking the âif they want to they will!!â to a whole other level. Jake spoils you, cooks for you, always makes sure you feel loved and cared and most of all, he communicates.Â
And because he is always giving everything his one hundred percent in all areas, the least you could do is help keep his apartment clean, fridge and pantry stocked with food, and keep up with his laundry.Â
Which is the first thing your eyes are laid upon when you walk into the apartment, seeing all his clothes tossed onto the couch with his clean clothes laundry basket sitting beside the coffee table.Â
The apartment smelt of his laundry detergent and soap, the sweet smell of lavender and honey filling your senses as you stepped closer to the couch, on instinct sitting down in the middle of the couch and picking at the clothing one by one to fold them. Separating them into categories as you folded: jeans and sweatpants, boxers and socks, shirts, tanks, and sweatshirts, his hoodies, his dressier clothing, and last but not least, his soccer jerseys.Â
Not only did Jake have a couple extra jerseys from the team he plays on for the college you both attended, but professional jerseys from his favorite teams.Â
One by one, you took the now folded laundry to his bedroom, placing them neatly in his dresser. But once it was time for the jerseys to be played neatly in, you accidentally dropped one onto the floor.Â
With a sigh, you gently pressed the other jerseys into the drawer, then picked up the now unfolded one. You stared at his last name printed in big bolded âSIMâ lettering, your eyes roaming at the blue and white stripes of your college's colors, then wandering up to the full-length mirror that rested against his bedroom wall, seeing your reflection.Â
You rubbed your thighs together at the thoughts that came into your mind, tucking your lip between your teeth.Â
You didnât think twice about removing your clothing, leaving you completely naked until you pulled his jersey over your head, your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.Â
Sitting yourself on the floor in front of the mirror, you snapped a few photos, spreading your legs wide enough to expose your cunt and sitting straight enough that your nipples could obviously be seen. You turned yourself around, sitting pretty on your legs, lifting his jersey up enough to get a perfect view of your ass, and snapped a couple more photos.Â
You grinned at yourself as you double-checked each photo, being satisfied with the outcomes. All you had to do now was send them on their way to your boyfriend.Â
Jake sat at his computer desk, picking the lint out of the pockets of his jeans while watching Heeseung and Jay play rock paper scissors out of pure boredom. Usually, on a normal day, thereâd be something to do. Whether that was paperwork, speaking to clients, scheduling meetings, or placing orders. But today? Not. A. Damn. Fucking. Thing. It took everything in Jake to not purposely sit back into his chair far enough that it tipped over and caused a panic just to help give everyone something to do.Â
He checked the clock at the far end of the office, still two hours left before he could dip out and head to soccer practice then return home and be in your arms. Which was the only thing keeping him from jumping out the second-story window from this boredom, by the way.Â
As if the thoughts of you were enough to manifest your text, he couldnât hold back the smile at seeing your name on his phone.Â
you: I folded your laundry jakey <3 jake: tysm baby <3 what would I do without you fr fr?Â
The love Jake felt for you in this moment made him feel all warm and content, you were so good to him and for him. He literally couldnât ask for a better girlfriend.Â
you: I did more than just your laundry. jake: oh? you: [6 image attachments]
Jake nearly dropped his phone to the floor, his pants growing tighter the minute those sexy photos popped up in his texts. Quickly locked his phone and with a swift motion glanced over his shoulder making sure none of his co-workers were behind him when he received those photos.Â
You smirked at seeing he read the message, already knowing he was probably panicking while being as hard as a rock. Leaning back on your ass to spread your legs further apart, you slide your fingers down your folds, spreading your lips apart. The very thought of Jake squirming at his desk to hide his raging boner had you completely soaked.Â
Jake tried to clear his thoughts, to take deep breaths to keep calm and soften his cock but not having any luck. The images of bending you over this desk in front of him and railing the fuck out of you in his jersey wouldnât leave his brain. His pants grew ever more tighter against him.Â
He knew he had to take care of this boner and fast before anyone noticed and he became the laughing joke for the next month.Â
With anger now fueling him, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and held it close to his lower stomach as he stood from his chair, âGonna take a quick break, be right back,â he said to Heeseung and Jay, they giving him a quick nod before returning to their rock paper scissors game.Â
Jake slammed the bathroom door shut and locked, tossing his jacket to the counter. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down feeling the relief of his throbbing cock not being restricted, slamming his back against the door.Â
Jake fumbled with his phone in his hands, fingers shaking as he texted you back after saving each photo one by one.Â
jake: that was risky sending nudes like that while I am working. you: but you loved it, didnât you? ;) jake: what if someone saw them? iâm the only one who gets to see you like that. you: oops you: [2 image attachments]Â
He clicked the two new photos, seeing the way your fingers spread your folds apart, your cunt glistening against the sunlight that beamed into the room from your slick.Â
Jake gritted his teeth, immediately dialing your number and pressing the phone to his ear, the call instantly going to voice mail, âugh fucking whore,â he grumbled, redialing your number again. You knew better than to ignore his call a second time and answer.Â
With a shaky voice, you said, âHey baby,âÂ
âHmm donât hey baby me,â he growled, his free hand palming himself through his boxers at your voice, âyouâre being so risky right now sending me those nudes, YN.âÂ
You could tell by his voice how hard and turned-on he was. You could hear it in his voice that he was touching himself. It made you circle your fingers on your clit and cunt clench around nothing, âHmm but youâre enjoying it, arenât you Jakey?âÂ
He slid his boxers and jeans down to his thighs, seeing how red and angry his cock was, how the precum slowly dripped down the side of the tip. He took himself in his hand and slowly pumped himself, âYouâre being so naughty right now, being so slutty.âÂ
You softly moan at him degrading you, rubbing your fingers against your fuck hole, the lewd sounds making their way into Jakeâs ear.Â
âYou better not be touching yourself,â he snapped, pumping his cock faster, tightening his fingers. He was so angry and so horny that the lines were getting blurred. He wanted nothing more than for his fingers to be the ones rubbing your clit, sliding his fingers in and out of you.Â
âAnd what if I am?â you cooed, hovering your fingers over your hole.Â
âStop,â he demanded, âStop pleasuring yourself without me there as punishment for sending me nudes while I am working.âÂ
Jake had to admit this was so fucking hot. Even if your bratty behavior was driving him up a wall in more than just one way.Â
âAnd if I donât?â you cooed again, licking your bottom lip.Â
âKeep being a brat and find out.âÂ
You pushed your fingers into your cunt, releasing a soft gasp.Â
âYou better not be fucking touching yourself,â he said again.Â
You giggled, then ended the call.Â
Oh, now he was pissed.Â
Jake dropped his cock against his abdomen, both thumbs moving at the speed of light in anger, texting out a message about your bratty behavior, but stopping midway through to see a photo and video coming up.Â
The photo made his jaw clench. His jersey was now pulled up over your breasts, your perky nipples on full display as your legs are spread even wider than in the last couple of photos, with two of your fingers pushed knuckles deep into your pussy.Â
What a fucking brat.
The video was worse. You moaned loudly as you circled your fingers around your clit, then slowly slipped them between your legs, gathering your juices from your seeping hole, rubbing it up and spreading it around your lips. A small amount of it leaked from your cunt, slowly dripping down to the hardwood floor of his bedroom and then the video ended.Â
WHAT. A. FUCKING. BRAT.Â
He spit in his hand and took his cock back into his palm, stroking himself faster than before, head tilting back onto the door, biting his lip to keep his moans at a minimal level as his thumb worked to text you back.Â
jake: itâs all over for you you: oh yeah? jake: yeah jake: iâm going to fucking ruin you
You smirked, locking your phone and tossing it onto his bed, and pulled your pretty dark blue panties back onto your body.Â
While you were smitten at what youâve created, Jake is drawing blood from his lip at how hard his teeth bit down. His hand pumping him in a pit of anger. How dare you disobey him? Even if it made him even more horny, how dare you? It was one thing to be bratty while with him, but to be so brave to do it while heâs away from you? Did you think you were safe? Nah. Itâs over for you the minute he steps foot into that apartment. You wouldnât know peace. Getting everything but being gentle with you.Â
Jake flipped through the photos and video you sent him, watching again and again how your slick drips from your cunt and onto his floor until his cum shoots out, coating his stomach. He loved seeing you wearing his clothes, mostly his jersey. Loving seeing his last name printed on the back with your gorgeous fat ass out sitting so perfectly on your perfect legs. Jake didnât hesitate to make that his new home wallpaper. It was so fucking hot even with how mad he was.Â
Jerking off might have taken care of his boner problem, but the main issue here is the fact he still has a little over an hour before getting off work and still had soccer practice to attend. The only thing Jake knew was you definitely made his workday entertaining.Â
You were banking on that by the time Jake gets off work and attends practice, he would be way too tired to even punish you. So you pranced around his apartment in his jersey and your dark blue panties with a big ole smile on your face.Â
Your stomach growled and decided to push your bratty, naughty girlfriend persona off to the back burner and go back to your sweet, caring, loving, and cute girlfriend persona who takes care of her boyfriendâs apartment while heâs away.Â
You cooked dinner, which you donât often do but still will on days Jake has longer schedules like tonightâputting together the perfect recipe for spaghetti and meatballs.Â
Once the food was done, you checked the time, seeing Jake was probably off work now and heading to practice. You felt good knowing that once he returns home heâll have a warm meal to eat.Â
Except, you werenât expecting what was about to happen.Â
Jake skipped practice.Â
Being way too damn horny and couldnât wait a second longer. Jake was lucky he was able to keep a perfect boner (that unfortunately resurfaced) during the last hour of work. Made a phone call the minute he was out of his company building to his coach about how something urgent came up and heâd be missing practice tonight.Â
Urgent as in him fucking you until you could no longer stand or walk. For a whole fucking week.Â
Jake was sneaky as he carefully pushed his key into the doorknob and tip-toed his way in. Slowly and quietly closing the door behind him and slipping out of his shoes.Â
The smell of dinner filled his nose as he turned the corner, seeing you stand at the counter with your back facing him.Â
Jake carefully made his way across the living room, removing his shirt from his body, stopping at the couch to quietly yank down his jeans and boxers and slide them over the back of the couch.Â
You hummed to yourself as you finished up your dinner, wiggling your hips to whatever song you had stuck in your head.Â
Jake adored you, he really did. The feeling of endearment filled his heart at seeing how happy and cute you looked right now. Jake almostâalmostâforgave your behavior from earlier at the sight before him and the smell of dinner waiting for him. But his raging hard cock and the flash of your dark blue panties pulled him back. Heâll give you his forgiveness another time.
You barely pushed the empty plate away from you when you felt a pair of hands touch you. One at the back of your neck and the other on your back, shoving you forward onto the counter. Your face is now pressed against the cool marble.Â
Your breath hitched at feeling your boyfriendâs long, hard length connecting to your ass. You donât even need to look at him to know the hands and cock touching youâre his. You could be blind and youâd know your boyfriend's hands without a second thought.Â
You finally saw him in your peripheral vision as his chest connected to your back, hot breath hitting your ear, âYou think making dinner would put you in good graces?âÂ
âJae,â you whined, âYouâre home so early.âÂ
He chuckled into your ear, âSkipped practice, had more important matters to take care of.âÂ
Important matters being to punish you for your behavior. You could already feel your slick pooling in your panties even as your heart raced, mind wondering what he had in store for you. You could also tell he was already naked, meaning Jake meant business and no amount of apologizing would save you. Not that you wanted to be saved anyway.Â
The hand that was at your back slid down, aggressively squeezing your ass before slipping his hand around your thigh and between your legs, feeling your wetness pool onto his fingers. Jake hissed at the feeling. You were soaked. He didnât even need to prep you. And that drove him insane.Â
âI told you to not fucking touch yourself,â he growled, his tongue licking up your ear, âBut you had to go be a slut and disobey me.âÂ
You backed your ass against him, both hands shooting to your hips and gripping them tightly, âDonât,â he warned, âDonât fucking move.âÂ
You obeyed, keeping as still as possible. Trying so hard to not rub your thighs together in anticipation of what is to come.Â
Jake lifted himself off of you, eyes drifting down to your dark blue panties, seeing the wet spot from your cunt on full display, all for him.Â
Jake didnât want to wait those few couple seconds to slide your pretty panties down your legs and throw them across the room. No, no. That wouldnât be fun. He looped his index fingers into the fabric and the sound of them ripping filled the kitchen.Â
âJake!â you snapped, starting to lift yourself off the counter, only to feel his hand right back on your neck and face meeting the marble once again, âThose were my favorite panties!âÂ
âWomp womp,â he cooed, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your neck, as his fingers slid down to your clit, âShouldn't have been acting like a fucking brat today. I also told you to not fucking move.âÂ
Jake violently, and fastly, circled his fingers on your clit. It took everything in you to not moan out in such pleasure. Not wanting to give your boyfriend the satisfaction of hearing you. He wanted to call you a brat? Youâll act like a brat.Â
Jake wasnât stupid, he knew you were purposely holding back those sweet moans he desperately wanted to hear all in a way to get back at him. Unfortunately for you, Jake knows your body inside and out. Know what gets you going. Knows how to get you cumming with just his words alone. Knows how to work his cock in your pussy that will have you scream chanting his name at the top of your lungs for the whole apartment complex to hear.Â
He released his hand from your neck and wrapped it in your hair in a makeshift ponytail, yanking harshly to pull you up, your back now pressed to his chest.
âWanna act like a fucking brat with me, hmm? What will be happening next is the consequences of your actions.âÂ
Your bratty behavior was short-lived as his fingers worked faster against your clit, his breath whispering how much of a slut you were, his little whore, how bad of a girl you were acting today.Â
Your body tensed, and Jake removed his fingers, âJae,â you whined at the loss of his fingers, feeling the climax you so badly wanted fade away, taking it upon yourself to slide your own fingers to your heat to finish yourself off, only for Jake to slap your hand away, and you were back to being bent over the countertop, your arms being pinned above you.Â
âNah,â he groaned, his free hand gripping your thigh to bend it up and onto the counter, âBad girls donât get to cum, not when they disobey their boyfriend.âÂ
You groaned against the marble, feeling your hot breath push back up at you, âJae, Iâm sorry,âÂ
Jake smirked, he finally broke you.Â
âOh, yeah?â he whispered, taking his cock between his fingers and lining the tip up to your fuck hole, âYouâre sorry?âÂ
You nodded, fingers gripping the hand that held yours. You wanted his cock so far up inside you so bad you were willing to beg, to apologize if it got you what you wanted.Â
Jake slowly pushed the tip in, âUse your words, baby,âÂ
âYes,â you pant, âI am sorry for being a brat.âÂ
âHmmm,â Jake hummed, âYouâre still going to be punished.âÂ
Jake aggressively pushed himself into you, completely bottoming out.Â
You chant out a string of âyes yes yes,â at him filling you up. But to your dismay, he didnât move.Â
His fingers found your clit again, going just as fast as they did before his palm pushed down on your tummy, putting more pressure on his dick wrapped in your walls.Â
You let out wet moans, drool sliding out your mouth and onto the countertop.Â
âLouder, baby,â he groaned, âlet me hear those sounds,âÂ
You moaned louder, cunt clenching around him, and his fingers were once again gone.Â
You hissed at him and he just chuckled, âI told you bad girls donât get to cum,âÂ
He continued to edge you, dick still not moving inside of you, reminding you over and over again that this was your punishment, this was the consequences of your actions. Being denied the release you so desperately wanted.Â
Tears filled your eyes, head softly tilting up to make eye contact with him.Â
His pupils were blown out, full of lust, want, and need. You could tell by his facial expression he was losing his fucking mind. But Jake was strong-willed, and all it took was you locking eyes with him, batting those pretty eyes at him with those little tears for his grin to grow wider and decide to finally let you release.Â
Jake loved edging you, loved being so dominant and in control over you. Most importantly, he loved seeing how heâs ruined you.Â
âCum,â he whispered into your ear, âCum for me my love, make a sweet mess on my cock.âÂ
You clenched around him, his fingers continued making their circles and showing no sign of slowing down until he felt your release on his cock.Â
âFuck, yes,â he moaned, slowing his fingers.Â
Jake could feel your cum seeping out of your hole and down his thigh. He lifted your leg on the countertop even higher, spreading you so wide for him.
Then he started moving.Â
You yelped, your back arching, hands scrambling to get out of his hold to grip the counter. He fucked into you at a primal rate. The hand on your thigh squeezing the plush so hard his nails dug into the skin sure to leave bruises.Â
His hand released your hands and found their way back into your hair, pulling you back up against his chest.Â
âScream my name,â he moaned into your ear, breathing unevenly from the pure pleasure his cock was feeling as he railed you against this counter, âScream my name.âÂ
And you did, using every ounce of air in your lungs to scream his name, his cock hitting your g-spot as your climax built up again. You already knew youâd have bruises on your hips from hitting the counter by his fucking, that your voice would be nonexistent in the morning, your legs would be jelly, and barely be able to move.Â
But you loved it. Loved every bit of it. These were the consequences of your choices, after all.Â
You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, mouth gaping open as you continued to moan out his name in pleasure. Jake couldnât help himself, your mouth looked so pretty all open for him and shoved his fingers into your mouth, the middle pushing down onto your tongue.Â
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue swirling around his digits the best you could with the pressure he had on it.Â
Jake was losing his mind as he looked down at you, seeing the way your breasts bounce as his dick fucked up into you, seeing the way your nipples graze against his jersey.Â
Fuck he was so in love with you.Â
His thrusts became sloppy and not as aggressive. He was reaching his climax.Â
âUghh mâgunna cum,â he moaned, your lips wrapping around his fingers and slightly biting down onto them, making him hiss in response.Â
Jake wanted to cum so fucking bad, wanted to feel you tightly around him as he came.Â
He shoved your leg off the counter, groaning as he forced your thighs to touch, making you so much tighter around him. You came right then and there from that pressure, sending Jakeâs head spinning.Â
He bent you back over the countertop, removing his fingers from your mouth and gripping the other side of the counter, his hand that was in your mouth slipping from your saliva and accidentally shoving the plate that once held your dinner off the counter and onto the hard floor with a crash.Â
He pressed his chest to your back, using all his leg and hip strength to fuck harder into you in a way of begging for his release. His knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the counter, teeth biting down into your shoulder.Â
The last moan you let out in sync with his final thrust sent him over the edge, his cum painting your walls. Jake thrust a couple more times to chase his high, milking his cock with your cunt of every last drop until it was leaking down your leg.Â
âFuck, fuck,â he pants, releasing the counter and running his hands down to your waist, softly squeezing as he plants soft kisses on your back, âI fucking love you.â
With a shaky breath, you told him you loved him too.Â
He pulled out of you, and lifted you from the counter, already seeing how wobbly your legs were, it boosted his ego.Â
Jake embraced you, kissing all over your face before landing on your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.Â
Just when you think youâve paid your dues, Jakeâs cock hardened against your stomach, and his eyes went dark again, his index finger pointing at the broken plate on the floor while his other hand gripped your chin, âClean it up please for me baby while I eat the delicious dinner you made for me, canât let it go to waste.âÂ
You nodded, watching as Jake removed himself from you and walked to the stove, grabbing a plate. You studied his back muscles, lip tucking between your teeth at how sexy he was shirtless, how sexy his back was.Â
âOh, YN?â you hummed in response, watching as he slowly turned to face you, âDrink some water to soothe that throat of yours will ya? Youâre going to suck me off after I eat.âÂ
You rubbed your thighs together in excitement. Hands playing with the ends of his jersey.Â
Maybe youâll be a brat when heâs away more often.
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cigarettes
steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: you hate the way cigarettes taste and when he finds out he decides that maybe itâs time to quit
established relationship
warnings: alcohol, (underage) drinking, partying, smoking, a few swear words, make out scenes
word count: 3.6k
a/n: someone get me somebody like steve ugh!!!! the way I feel like he'd do anything for the people he loves :')
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by the time youâd filled up the kitchen counter with all the different types of liquor you could find it felt like you had run half a marathon. to be completely honest, you were still in shock about how one household could own this much alcohol in the first place.
the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the hallway towards the kitchen and when you glanced sideways you smiled at your boyfriend walking towards you. âhey,â you pushed yourself off the counter and motioned your hands at the kitchen island, proud of the set up youâd made, âtadaa! what do you think?.â
he chuckled, âyou didnât have to.â he looked over the full counter before looking back at you, taking a few steps closer so he was able to place his hands on your waist, âit looks great, sweets.â
you shrugged, âi wanted to help.â you smiled, moving your hands along his chest and up to his shoulders. your eyes flickered up to his hair, which he had carefully styled in the time youâd been setting up the kitchen. the devil on your shoulder told you itâd be fun to run your hands through it and mess it up a bit. you didnât want to force him to undergo the entire styling process again though, which would result into him missing the start of the party he was organizing, âit was a lot though, is it all yours?â
steve glanced over at all the bottles youâd picked, âitâs my dadâs.â he looked back at you, raising his hand to carefully tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you raised your brows, âand he lets you use it? i bet my dad would kill me if i drank even the tiniest bit of his precious liquor.â
âi donât know.â he moved his hand back to your waist, âheâs never home long enough to check.â
your gaze softened as you softly squeezed his shoulders in comfort. you knew how difficult it had been, and still was, for steve; not having his parents home for majority of his life. âluckily, you now have me to irritate you.â you tried to lighten the mood, successfully, because he let out a soft chuckle and dipped his head to sweetly place his lips on yours.
you let yourself melt into the kiss for a short moment before pulling back, leaning your forehead against his, "on that note," you bit your bottom lip, slightly smirking as you leaned backwards so you could look at him again, "could i stay the night?"
steve smiled at your request, "you know you don't have to ask that, sweets." he softly squeezed your hips, placing a quick peck on your lips. "but if you do, you have to help me clean up."
you giggled, moving to stand on your toes and reconnect your lips with his. you felt him smile through the kiss and you slightly tightened your grip on his shoulders when he pulled you closer against him.
the sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house interrupted your moment and a laugh escaped your throat at steve throwing his head back in annoyance. you softly patted his chest, "i'll open the door."
steve watched as you walked off around the corner and towards the front door. god the things you did to him. there was never a moment he looked at you and didn't want to smother you with kisses. he was sure he could kiss you all day, everyday, and never get tired of it. he shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips as he turned to the kitchen island, grabbing two red cups to fill them up with a drink he knew you liked.
the first to enter were some you recognised as steve's friends and a couple of your classmates. you decided to keep the door unlocked so no one had to worry about constantly hearing the obnoxious sound of the doorbell.
while you made your way back to the kitchen you widened your eyes, surprised by the amount of people that had arrived in the span of a few minutes. you muttered a couple sorryâs as you squished yourself through the crowd and a breath of relief left your lips when youâd finally reached the kitchen.
your eyes fell on steve, who was talking to someone you vaguely recognized as someone from your school year. you dusted off your hands on your jeans as you stepped closer to them, âhey.â you breathed out, and at the sound of your voice the two immediately turned their heads to look at you. you glanced down and caught sight of the two cups in steveâs hands. âwhatâcha got there?â
steve followed your line of sight, âright.â he glanced at the guy next to him, telling him heâd find him later that night to continue whatever conversation they were having, âhere you go, gorgeous.â he turned to you and handed you the fullest cup, clearly already having drunk from the other one.
you thanked him as you took the cup from his hand, a small smile playing on your lips, âyou didnât have to cut off your conversation with âŠ?â
he chuckled, leaning back against the counter, âjoshua.â
âright,â you nodded before taking a sip of your drink.
âitâs fine, we still have the entire night to finish that.â steve kept his smile playing on his lips as he took your free hand in his, pulling you closer to him, âand i needed to give you your favorite drink.â
you playfully rolled your eyes at his words, âyouâre such a clichĂ©, harrington.â
âdonât act like you donât love it.â
âhmm.â you stilted your head, trying to appear as if you were in thought, âmaybe.â
steve smirked at you, softly squeezing your hand as he pulled you even closer against him. he immediately smashed his lips on yours and you returned his smirk through the kiss. you tried your best not to spill the drink you were still holding in one hand as you untangled your other from his, moving it to the back of his neck.
his tongue swept over your bottom lip, as if to ask for permission and so you moved your hand up to slightly tug on his hair in answer. he groaned softly at the gesture and tightened his grip on your waist, slowly starting to loose himself into the kiss. he couldn't get enough of it. of you.
"yo, harrington! stop sucking the life out of your girlfriend!"
a voice called throughout the kitchen and you giggled as you pulled away from steve. your hand was still tangled up in his hair when you glanced to the backdoor in which eddie was leaning against the doorpost. you playfully rolled your eyes and looked back at steve starting to carefully fix his hair.
"you're just saying that because you're still bitchless, munson." steve shot back, removing his hand from your waist only to immediately wrap his other arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you instinctively wrapped your arm around his middle.
"whatever." eddie scoffed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder, "you comin' outside?"
steve's gaze landed on you, his eyes searching your features for a hint of your thoughts. you smiled at him, "go! i'll try and find robin or nancy."
"are you sure?" steve's eyes were focused on yours and you gave him another reassuring smile, "yeah!" you detached yourself from him and softly pushed him towards the backdoor, "go!"
"alright, alright," steve chuckled, leaning closer to you again to place a quick kiss on your lips, "don't let anyone get close to your drink."
you giggled at his protectiveness, knowing he would stay by your side the entire evening if you asked him to, "i won't, now go! eddie's waiting." his hand found your cheek as he leaned in for another soft kiss. you smiled against his lips while slightly pulling him closer by his collar.
âharrington!â
eddieâs call-out made him draw back with a stupid grin playing on his lips, âsee you later, yeah?â
you nodded, letting go off his collar to softly pat his chest, âsee ya.â your own smile didnât recede as you watched him stalk off towards eddie and out the back door. a soft breath escaped your lips before you quickly downed your drink. time to mingle.
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the chatter and music died down as you stumbled through the hallway, trying to make your way towards the bathroom. at the sound of a door closing you glanced backwards, but the quick movement caused you to loose your balance. before you could fall face first to the ground though, a pair of strong hands found your waist.
âshit, sorry.â you grumbled, automatically grabbing their arm to straighten yourself. when you found the mystery personâs face you immediately widened your eyes in surprise, âsteve!â
it was obvious youâd had a drink too many; the strap of your top had fallen of your shoulder and your hair was completely disheveled. steve chuckled at your excitement and let go of your waist to carefully readjust the strap and place some hair strands that were stuck against your lipgloss behind your ears, âwhatâs up, sweets?â
you shrugged, ânothing much.â steveâs hand found itâs way to your upper arm, causing your insides to warm up at his touch. you slightly raised your brows when you remembered something, âi found robin!â
âyou did?â steve let his thumb rub small circles on your skin.
you nodded eagerly, âyeah! only a moment after you went outside, she walked into the kitchen. she made me a drink, actually!â you started rambling, âit was really good! not as good as the one you made me, but maybe, like, a close second!â
âa close second, huh?â
you hummed in response, âand then we talked for a while, i donât remember about what, though.â you lightly tilted your head in thought, but gave up quickly, âdoesnât matter, because then we went dancing for a bit, and after that she made me another one of those drinks. that one wasnât as good as the first one she made me, though.â
âthatâs too bad.â steveâs eyes went over your features while he listened carefully, âand then ⊠you ended up here?â
âyeah,â you smiled at your boyfriend, âi was on my way to the bathroom, but now that i think about it, i donât really have to pee.â you shrugged and steve let out a soft chuckle.
you slightly tilted your head, placing your pointer finger against his chest, âwhat have you been up to, handsome?â
an amused grin was playing on steveâs lips and you swore you could see small sparkles glowing in his eyes as he looked at you, âwell, while robin was playing your personal bartender, i was outside with eddie and a few other guys from our yearâŠâ
you tried your utmost best to focus on whatever steve was telling you, but for some reason all you could look at, and think of, were his lips. they were just too pretty to not look at. you swallowed, flattening your hand against his chest as your mind started wandering to what his way too perfect lips could do. what theyâd done to you already.
âare you listening?â
his voice pulled you out off your trance and your eyes flickered up to his, âhuh?â
he raised his brows teasingly, âwhat are you thinking off?â
you let out a soft breath, âsorry, itâs just ⊠i wanna listen to what youâre saying,â you trailed your hand up to his cheek so you could place your thumb on his bottom lip, your own lips forming a small pout, âbut all i can think of is your lips and how badly i want to kiss them.â
âdo you now?â steve smirked, your thumb moving along with his bottom lip as he spoke. your eyes intently followed the small movement.
âyeahâŠâ you let out another sigh, âwait! is this what you meant when you told me you wish you could kiss me 24/7?â you blurted out, tearing your gaze away from his lips to look him back in the eye.
all steve did was let out a soft laugh. his hand slowly creeped up your arm and to your hand, removing it from his cheek so he could intertwine them, âi did tell you that, huh?â
âi get it now.â your focus landed back on his lips as you softly bit your own bottom lip. the things youâd do to the male standing in front of you if his house wasnât full with people right now.
he pulled you closer by your hand and leaned slightly closer. his forehead was almost touching yours and when he spoke in a whisper you felt shivers form along your spine, âyou know you can just kiss me anytime you want, sweets.â
âi know.â you whispered, detaching your hand from his and moving it, along with your other, up to the back of his neck. his hands instantly moved to your waist. you smirked lightly as you pulled him closer; your foreheads now touching, âbut what if i want you to kiss me?â
steve chuckled before connecting your lips with his and you felt yourself instantly relax. âyouâre crazy.â he spoke in between kisses, softly squeezing your hips.
âabout you, yeah.â you mumbled against his lips, tangling one of your hands into his hair; wanting him to be as close to you as possible.
you raised yourself to stand on your toes just as his tongue darted past your lips and into your mouth. a soft groan escaped steve's lips as he tightened his grip onto your hips. just when you started to melt into the kiss, you could taste a bit of nicotine on either his tongue or lips.
you pulled back slightly, which steve took as a hint to trail his kisses down towards your jaw and neck. your brows formed a small frown in thought. was it your imagination or did he really taste like cigarettes? wanting to find out you placed your palms on his cheeks so you could tilt his head back up and move back into a kiss. as soon as your lips touched his again, you knew you were right.
you leaned back, "did you smoke?" you asked, your eyes on his and his face still cradled in your hands.
steve blinked in confusion, "I did ... outside with eddie and the others." he let his fingertips slip just underneath your top as he spoke, under the impression you already knew he'd smoked earlier that night, "why?"
you threw your head back and let out a groan, âugh.â a sigh escaped your lips, letting your hands slip down to his shoulders as you looked him back in the eyes, â now i donât want to kiss you anymore.â
steve's brows knitted together, getting more confused by the second, "what? ... why?"
"i hate the taste of cigarettes." your lips formed a pout as you spoke, "kinda makes me want to throw up, actually."
"really?! i didnât know that."
"yeah..." you nodded, starting to play with the collar of his polo.
steve slipped one of his hands from underneath your top and reached up to tuck a stubborn strand of hair behind your ear, "so if I kiss you again right now, you'll throw up..?"
you giggled softly, "okay, maybe, not literally throw up." your eyes went over his features as you spoke, "i just think it tastes awful."
"right." steve slightly tilted his head in thought.
when you noticed you softly squeezed his shoulders, "I'm not saying you have to quit smoking, or anything! you can do whatever you want." you smiled affectionately, "i just won't kiss you right after you've smoked ... maybe you can eat a mint or brush your teeth?"
"alright." steve quickly nodded, still slightly thrown off by this new information. "yeah, i can do that." he smiled at you, moving his hand back to your waist, "wouldn't want to miss out on kissing you, now would i?"
a giggle escaped your lips as you reached your hand up to softly ruffle his hair, âiâm going to get some water, sober up a bit.â you smiled, brushing some hair away from his eyes, âsee you later?â
even though you already knew his answer your smile grew slightly when steve hummed in confirmation. you raised yourself on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek, his hands instinctively squeezing your waist.
you gave him one last smile and steve watched as you walked off. his eyes stayed on the doorway through which you had just disappeared a moment longer before throwing his head back. all sort of thoughts were circulating through his head; he couldnât stop thinking of the conversation youâd just had.
he ran his hands through his hair before placing them on his hips. how had he not know about this? he though of all the times heâd smoked, coming to the conclusion that none of them had been around you, and that thereâd always been quite some time between taking a cigarette and seeing you.
steve sighed and let his hand slip into his pocket, taking out his lighter and a pack of cigarettes; the thought of not being able to kiss you slipped into his mind. he ran his free hand through his hair once more before stalking off towards the kitchen.
he squished himself through the crowd, mumbling a quick sorry when bumping into someone. a voice he vaguely recognized called his name but he ignored it as his thoughts were elsewhere.
when he reached the kitchen he instantly went for one of the counter cabinets and opened it to reveal the trash can. he took one last glance at the cigarettes and lighter in his hand before throwing them away. a small breath of relief escaped his lips; it almost felt as if he shouldâve done this way sooner.
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when steve wasnât able to find you he decided to take a breath of fresh air and go outside for a bit. while he ran his hand through his hair he closed the back door. he was still wondering if he should tell you heâd decided to quit smoking tonight or if he would wait until after the party; not sure if you had managed to sober up.
âlook who weâve got here.â he glanced up to find eddie already looking at him, a stupid smirk grazing his lips. eddie reached out his hand that held a pack of cigarettes, âwant one?â
steve shook his head, âthanks, but i canât.â
âwhat?â eddie slightly tilted his head, taking a cigarette for himself before stuffing the package into his pocket, âdidnât you smoke one with me earlier?â
steve watched as eddie casually lit up the cigarette, âyeah, that was my last one.â
âyour last one?â eddie knitted his brows, exhaling the smoke, âever?â
steve shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. he had never been a big smoker, heâd probably describe himself as an occasional one; parties, etc. however, having eddie point out so specifically heâd taken his last cigarette earlier that night, it made it sound so official. âyeah, man.â
âwhyâs that?â eddie tapped his cigarette, his eyes focused on the male in front of him.
steve shrugged once more, âpromised my girl.â
the moment the words had left steveâs lips, eddie perked up, his eyes widening and a stupendous smirk growing on his own lips, âno way.â
âwhat?â
eddie exhaled some more smoke and slightly pushed steveâs shoulder, âaw, my little stevie is in love.â
steve slightly rolled his eyes, but stayed silent as he let his eyes wander over his backyard. eddieâs smirk grew even larger at his silence, âdude, youâre not even denying it!â
âokay, shut up.â
eddie opened his mouth to tease steve a bit more, but closed it the second his eyes caught on the back door opening. when he saw who was making their way outside he grinned back at steve, placing his cigarette against his lips, âspeak of the devil.â
steve knitted his brows in confusion, turning his head towards the direction eddie was looking. at the sight of you his brows and posture relaxed instantly and when your eyes found his he couldnât help but smile. you returned his smile and walked closer to the pair, âhey, i was looking for you, actually.â
âwere you now?â eddie tapped his cigarette, âiâve been outside the entire night.â he playfully smiled at you.
you let out an exaggerated gasp, your eyes falling on the curly haired, "no way! dang it, I should've come out here sooner." you giggled softly.
eddie exhaled some smoke once more before peaking away his cigarette, "too bad and too late, cutie, because i'm going inside now." he sent you a smile and glanced at steve, softly patting his arm, "good luck with the whole 'no smoking' thing, buddy."
your eyes snapped to steve, who obviously cringed at eddie's words. the curly haired called out a goodbye; you waved at him but kept your focus on your boyfriend, "what did he mean by that?"
steve bit his bottom lip, his eyes avoiding yours, "yeah, uhm, exactly what he said. i decided to quit."
"what?!" you exclaimed, reaching out your hands to place them on his cheek so you could turn his head and make him look at you, "but i told you, you don't have to do that."
"but i want to." steve's eyes finally found yours.
"why?"
steve instinctively moved his hands to your hips to pull you closer towards him, "because i can't miss out on kissing you."
you couldn't contain your smile as you let your thumbs softly caress his cheeks, "you're crazy, harrington."
"about you, yeah." steve returned your smile when he repeated the words you'd uttered to him earlier that night, "you know i'd do anything for you, sweets."
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characters: currently every adult characters x gn!reader
warnings: fluff, established relationship, characters might be OOC due to not having much interaction with them to know them enough yet, short hc formats, slightly suggestive on some charactersâ due to their tacet mark placement
notes: i wanna kiss calcharoâs tacet mark so bad and this idea stemmed. decided to add a certain someone that people cough cough @lufenianwol cough has been simping for
as known to everyone with eyes, calcharo's tacet marks are on his forehead. sometimes, it gets mistaken for a scar simply due to the placement and his... not so safe job
the easiest place to smooch upon!!! though, with someone like calcharo, itâs either a lose lose situation or a win win situation and there is sadly no in between
in win win situation, you would manage to get a reaction out of him. see how his cheeks turn a cute shade of pink, slight pout tugging on his lips as his eyes widen before furrowing at you. like the secretly yearning lover he is, he would tug on your sleeve, asking for a proper kiss instead of a fake one
however, in lose lose situation, you wonât be able to land a single fucking kiss on this man. he will either straight up dodge your love assaults or place a hand over your mouth, stopping your kisses with a âenough. iâm workingâ or âthe hounds are watching me right nowâ
but around 80% of the times, he will relent and give into your sweet puppy eye tricks. just make a sad noise and a âawwâŠâ and heâs pulling you back to his side with a faux sigh of annoyance as he lowers himself to your level
âfine⊠consider yourself lucky that i love you so much or you would have died alreadyâ
general jiyanâs resonator mark is on the back of his spine, quite the peculiar spot as it is a sensitive place by both resonator standards and also simple human anatomy standards. but by [name]âs standards, everything is kissable. even jiyanâs resonator mark
itâs always so cute to see his reactions whenever you place a quick kiss to the star aligned shaped marks. a little jump of his body from the suddenness of it all â he genuinely didnât hear or felt your presence creeping up on him â turning around quickly to grab ahold of you with a chuckle and a blush
ânow, where do you think youâre going after pulling such a stunt, dear?â
place another kiss to his chin then his lips. that will shut him up real quick and turn him into a putty in your hands. but if you end up kissing his tacet mark when he is in front of his soldiers, beware that his midnight rangers will giggle and tease you two â their general more than you, to be frank â of how you two were such an adorable couple
it always gets him jumpy and blushy blushy too. a good place to startle him and get him all flustered. it also rejuvenates the tired general, as it feels like a cute non-verbal âdo your best!â cheer from you
âalright, i loved the kiss but how does a proper kiss sound, dearest? in privateâ
resonator yangyangâs tacet marks are also in a place easily visible to those who have eyes and great eyesight, on her forehead
the position makes for a perfect way to tease her but also to give her affection. yangyang is quite shy when it comes to affection and she is still getting used to your relationship, so whenever you lean in to brush her bangs away from her face to place a kiss on her tacet mark, she always turns beet red, cupping her cheeks as she turns her back to you
please donât â or do, depending on the mood and your preferences â kiss her tacet mark in public, especially in front of chixia. poor girl would not hear the end of chixiaâs teasing words and eyebrow wiggles of the gunslinger. and poor yangyang ends up with a squeak, a beet red face and not one, but two cruel teasing from both her lover and chixia
also one of the easiest places to smooch upon!!
sometimes, it can also work as a form of comfort to her too. on the days when sheâs feeling particularly homesick and feeling down in the dumps, just kiss her tacet mark and keep your foreheads together. itâll brjng back the sweet smile on yangyangâs face real quick
âthank you⊠it means a lot to meâ
to those who briefly skim over something or someone, resonator mortefiâs tacet marks will be quite hard to spot. that alongside the way he wears his doctorâs white robe, but it is located on the right side of his chest, resembling a scar more with its vertical placement and large size
but when it glows and becomes bigger whenever he uses his powers, thatâs when it becomes easy to spot that it is indeed a tacet mark and not a scar
a very easy place to smooch upon due to the way he wears his doctorâs white robe but also a perfect place to tease him
mortefi isnât exactly the biggest person when it comes to PDA and it shows on how he prefers to simple hold hands or hug you in public. but donât be fooled. take his taller frame and hug into advantage and kiss the tacet mark and voila! you have a surprised mortefi!
though it is nice to see your loverâs cheeks turn red and the nearby area to suddenly start feeling more warmer â wait is his cup of cold coffee starting to steam now? â the way he would pinch your cheeks and lecture you is not so fun
donât worry though, mortefi will let you go eventually with a sigh and kiss your reddened cheeks
âdonât pull such stunt again if you want to keep your favorite clothes from being burnedâ
resonator yuanwuâs tacet mark is on the right side of his neck. an easy to spot place though due to his preferences to wear high collared shirts and clothes that generally cover his neck, it becomes a bit hard to spot them at times
yuanwu is the one who has the most calmest reactions out of everyone, me thinks. the most you will get out of him is a momentary freeze before he chuckles and wraps his arms around you
he finds it adorable that you yank down the collars of his clothes to place a kiss on his tacet mark, a sweet gesture of affection that makes him go doki-doki
if youâre on the shyer side of things, itâs okay. yuanwu is a gentleman after all, he will take off his hat and hold it over the two of you as you place a kiss on his tacet mark. but be warned that he will pull you in for a proper kiss on the lips afterwards if he takes off his hat
yuanwu loves cats and hot teas but he loves you more, so whatever you ask, whenever you ask to place a kiss on his tacet mark, he will simply chuckle and lower himself to your level like the gentleman he is. sometimes, he even kisses the back of your hand after you kiss his tacet mark as a form of returning the affection
âa kiss for the fairest of them allâ
resonator aaltoâs tacet mark is also on his neck too! except itâs on the left side of his neck and compared to yuanwu, aalto doesnât really wear clothes that covers his tacet mark so itâs easier for you to smooch upon!
the most overdramatic reactor out of everyone. giggling, kicking his feet, tucking a hair behind his ear, blushing and going âowhh stop it you~!â â the whole pack. aaltoâs a tease and a drama queen so donât be surprised if he starts swooning over you and your kiss on his tacet mark after you pull away
as purposefully dramatic he is, aalto simply reacts that way so he wonât show just how caught off guard he is and genuinely melting on the spot by the sweet gesture on the inside. his heart is going doki-doki! 103873829 miles per hour and he will cover it up with his overreactions
if there are flowers around when you kiss his mark, he will zoom away for a second, pick up a few flowers and zoom back before putting the flower into your hair. that, or if there are enough flowers, he will create a makeshift bouquet for you. his mist abilities makes him super quick so donât underestimate his love for you too!
just be aware that afterwards, he would pucker up his lips, making kissing noises as he asks for a kiss on his lips
âthis place! this place has a tacet mark too and you forgot?!â
resonator sanhua is a special case for her tacet mark is in her right eye rather than on her body like the other resonators. but that will not deter you and your mission to kiss it
simple, ask sanhua to close her eyes. sometimes her sharp mind will catch up and she will understand what you are about to do and let out a laugh or two while calling you silly
sometimes she wonât. especially if youâre acting like youâre hiding something behind your back. she will think itâs another shiny rock or pretty flower you stumbled upon and want to show it to her
only to get a surprise kiss over her right eyelid!
either way, sanhua is a woman who recovers quickly and acts quickly too. so donât be surprised if she pulls you in for a quick kiss or straight up dips you in her arms before placing a kiss over your eyelid. after asking you to close your eyes of course
sanhua loves the latter option more as if shows her strength while she also gets to hear your startled noise. she thinks itâs very cute, akin to a sweet little hamster squeaking
âyou never cease to catch me off guard, my snowflakeâ
resonator danjinâs tacet mark is on her left bicep! an easy access area for a quick smooch but also a sweet place to show her a romantic affection as well
wanna learn the quickest way to fluster sweet danjin? just pick up her hand and kiss the back of it. slowly trail your kisses up her arm, one by one, kiss by kiss before making it to the now already glowing and furiously moving about tacet mark
just be warned that when you pull this stunt â especially in public where people could see and tease you two for it â she might momentarily lose control of her power before BAM! a big red shield like thing hits your face, pushing you away from a flushed danjin
but nothing to worry! danjin is a sweet lover and she will always fuss over the already forming red mark on your forehead, while also scolding you on the side
as much as she loves you and your affections, please donât pull such a stunt in public! she might end up hitting you in the face again! â she says as the very same action takes place again for the 4th time this week
âplease donât do that in public! i donât wanna keep dealing with your bruised foreheadâŠâ
resonator xiaofangâ ahem, chixiaâs tacet mark is on the left side of her stomach as easily seen by everyone! bright, big and always buzzing, just like the owner of the tacet mark. a bright and bubbly young woman she is, full of energy and mischief to spread around
the same can be said about you, her loving partner, whenever you steal a kiss from her. especially on the tacet mark of hers
wanna know how you first broke your nose? you spooked chixia by kissing her tacet mark without beforehand warning. it was meant to be a cute little surprise, a gesture of affection but chixia got spooked and her instincts kicked in. swinging her elbow, a quick little crack! noise resonating around the place the two of you were in before you groaned out as what she just did dawned upon chixia
safe to say, you learned your lesson and never did it without afore mentioned warning again. you are not dealing with another broken nose, nuh-uh
it is much more preferred for both chixia and you to kiss each otherâs scars and tacet marks in the privacy of your home. you can kiss them but also tickle her too! a perfect place it is for her to get tickled
âpfaaahahhahahhaâ! [n-name], enough enough! uncle! uncle!â
madam magistrate, resonator jinhsiâs tacet marks are also on the back of her spine! but compared to general jiyan, herâs is a bit longer and bigger
a perfect spot to kiss to soother her and help her de-stress. especially when you sneak inside her office to find her slumped over her desk with hundreds upon hundreds of paperworks stacked upon each other
somehow, one way or another, jinhsi always knows itâs you who had sneaked inside her office. you always make sure to be as silent as a mouse but nope, she will know itâs you the moment you slip in through the doors or the huge windows
nevertheless, it eases her mind and soothes her soul all the time. it doesnât matter if she was asleep, taking a quick nap while hunched over her desk. the moment you kiss the glowing star marks on the back of her neck, a smile will adorn jinhsiâs face as a soft pleased hum is let out
in her opinion, every drop of affection from you is dearly held by the madam magistrate. due to her title, she canât spend as much as time with you as she hopes for⊠but these small moments and drops of love helps her keep moving on
âmm⊠lover~ donât tell me youâre leaving without giving me a proper kiss? that is an order from the madam magistrate herselfâ
resonator baizhiâs tacet marks are⊠a bit on the suggestive part of place. itâs located on the outer of her upper right thigh and therefore, makes it impossible to kiss when in public
but the same canât be said when in private! so be sure to pepper the star shaped marks in a lot of kisses before you two step out of the comfort of your home
âitâs a way to help you rejuvenate and prepare for the draining day that lay ahead!â you always argue, daring to pout when baizhi softly scolds you for having an obsession with her thigh. but who can blame you? baizhi is a gorgeous woman and the placement of her tacet mark is an added bonus to tease her
whenever you lower yourself to kiss the softly glowing mark, if youâtan is near, the poor creature squeaks before leaving to another room of the home
seeing that even youâtan is embarrassed by your shameless actions, baizhi couldnât help but sigh as she pushes your head away from her thigh with a finger on your forehead
though she would never admit it, seeing you clinging to her leg will make her feel⊠something
âthat is enough. really, how shameless can you get, [name]?â
resonator changliâs is another one that is⊠in a provocative place. itâs under her breasts, a small, white glowing tacet marks of five stars in one line, waiting patiently to be kissed
due to the placement of her tacet mark and her quite⊠sizable breasts, changli has received more stares than she could count to the point she had gotten used to it and started to tease others for staring at them. whether that be her tacet mark or her boobs, the mischievous teacher of the current madam magistrate will not hesitate to call out someone for staring inappropriately
all the while with her ever so present calm, collected, shit-eating grin
but with you, her lover, she is a bit more different. sure, she will still call out your shameless staring and saying that you should have a handkerchief in hand at all times when around her because according to her, âyou were droolingâ
be sure to stare even more or give her the same shit-eating grin back and say that they were distracting. all three of them before leaning in to place a kiss on her exposed tacet mark. kiss her breast if youâre feeling mischievous and be suffocated between them because changli will pull you in for an unexpected hug. it is her form of getting back at you
âtsk tsk⊠naughty [name] for doing such actions in broad daylight, in publicâ
resonator, overseer scarâs tacet marks can be hard to find at first glance. one, they are on his neck, two, because of his damn high collared, neck covering jumpsuit
but to you, he allows it to be easy to be seen. he will dramatically spin around and flop himself down into your lap and throw his head back, exposing his tacet mark to you as he moans about being extremely deprived of his [name] affections and how his [name] affection meter was dropping low extremely quickly to a dangerous degree
itâs been 5 fucking minutes since you last been beside him, kick his overdramatic ass off of your lap
either way, scar is a clingy lover and he will pout and whine and even hiss like a needy, clingy cat while he complains that his lover isnât paying attention to him. the quickest way to shut him up is to either ignore him completely until he gives up or to yank down the collar of his jumpsuit before kissing his tacet mark
it will either way, turn him all gushy, giddy and diva-like as he kicks his legs, cooing out âooohhh [naaammeee]~â in a sing song voice or two, genuinely catch him off guard as he yelps, blinking at you with a slight pink on his cheeks. wanna make him even more wordless and flushed beet red? kiss his scars
ây-you⊠hey no fair, youâre supposed to be the prey hereâŠâ
resonator yinlinâs tacet mark is a bit hard to find truthfully. people can easily skim across it, thinking of it as a scar or a tattoo and it makes yinlin smug. not only is it somewhere hidden but it is also so small to the point it canât be described between a tattoo, scar or a tacet mark. it is on the outer of her upper left thigh and itâs easily hidden between her intricate dress design
truthfully, whenever you ask her if you could kiss her tacet mark, it brings out the slight sadistic parts of yinlin out. she canât help it, youâre just so adorable like a puppy asking for their favorite treat!
will allow you to kiss them, just not in public. perhaps hidden behind a bunch of boxes stacked upon one another or in a waiting room where no one can see you two
yinlin is⊠a bit cruel. sadistic, more like, as she huffs before a grin would spread on her face. uh-oh, you have signed your fate
but with all her bravado and cruel pranks that she likes to pull on you at times, she loves how you would kiss the small star marks with so much love and gentleness. will pull you in for a proper kiss afterwards of course
âif you wanna kiss them so bad, then you better get on your knees, [name]~â
resonator taoqiâs tacet marks are also placed on her spine just like general jiyan and madam magistrateâs! another perfect spot to smooch upon when you find her slumped over on her desk, whining about too much paperwork
being the director of border defense at the ministry of development is a tough work. she has to keep her eye on every midnight rangers and outriders, making sure to ensure their safety above all else alongside the borders to never falter. which is why due to her nature of work, every moment shared with you is one that brings her utmost happiness
you two could literally be just quietly cuddled together on the couch, watching some movies without saying anything. and even then, that would make her just happy to be beside you. your presence is something that she loves most after all
another thing she loves is whenever you pepper her tacet marks in kisses. taoqi would laugh, finding your fascination with her tacet marks endearing as her hand comes up to pat your head. she might leave a kiss or a few on your own spine, leaving a peach pink lipstick behind
âteheheh⊠now we are both the same!â
roverâs one that is on the back of her right hand. a perfect spot to kiss and show affection in my opinion!
take her hand into your own and place a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. like a knight revering their princess as you like to say it, to which rover quietly giggles at, a cute blush on her cheeks that matches her red eyeliner
rover finds your act of affection to her tacet marks adorable. even with the amnesia and identity crisis she goes through at times, rover couldnât help but find your actions⊠oddly familiar. the same pose, the same voice, the same gentle kiss to the back of her hand
when telling you about these thoughts, she couldnât help but just want to pinch your cheeks when you always, cheekily say that âperhaps weâve been lovers in our past lives and was simply fated to meet again!â
you and your cute cheeky words. beware that fem rover will bite your cheeks as a sign of a threat. and she sees your cheeky words as a threat
âhmph! maybe⊠just maybe, we are indeed past life lovers and was fated to meet again.. though, no more of that theory or i will bite your other cheekâ
male roverâs is also on the back of his right hand! such an easy place to tease him for whatever reason you may have
compared to fem rover, male rover is a bit more shy. he is a sweetheart like that and he will turn beet red whenever you get down on your knees, take his hand and place a soft kiss to the tacet mark. might even get too embarrassed if the two of you are in public and some people around cough cough chixia cough will tease you two for being all lovey dovey
when too embarrassed and pushed to the brim, rover will accidentally use his havoc powers and before you know it, youâre knocked away with a big black feathery wing smacking your face. he will even cover his face with his hands and hide himself behind his wing
he wonât come out from behind the wing at all, even when coaxed gently. if anything he will just smack you in the face if you try to pull the âwe must have been fated to be lovers in all our livesâ narrative. wanna learn how to see his cute red face? just kiss his wing instead! it gets him squeaky real quick
âyouâ! you are absolutely ruthless and i wish i could throw you off of a mountainâŠâ
oh general geshu lin⊠one dreamy man he is with his tacet mark out in the open on his neck, proudly put on display as he uses his black flames to destroy anything that dares to step in his way
he also gifted you a matching earring like his own and a necklace to wear! the one that looks like a fang dangling from a thin leather string. but that is only if you want to wear them or even one of them that is... he secretly wants to see you wear both the earrings and necklace one day. everyone knows the general is down bad crazy for you and would probably tackle you down with kisses if you do end up wearing them. he just wants people to see that you and him were a couple and that you were his...
donât look at him! itâs just that youâre so gorgeous and he is so happy and counts himself lucky to be your significant other that he gets a bit possessive when he sees others eye you with a certain glint in their eyes... hes just a teensy bit insecure about himself so please kiss him and his tacet marks to soothe his worries
be sure to wash away the generalâs worries and insecurities with kisses to his tacet mark and the scar on his lip on the daily!
âmmgh⊠you are so unfair⊠one more, you missed a scarâ
resonator jianxinâs tacet mark is⊠a tad bit hard to find. itâs not on her hands, her arms or her legs⊠perhaps itâs on her back or spine?
âhey! come on you silly, itâs right here!â a hand cups your cheeks, directing your gaze to her⊠shoulders? oh! now you know why there is an odd slit on the left shoulder of her clothes. you simply thought of it as an odd choice of fashion that jianxin really loves but no. there, on her left shoulder, peeking through the odd cut was her tacet mark
it is indeed a bit hard of a place to find or even kiss. but that wonât stop you nor your determination. a kiss on the tacet mark in the morning for good luck, a stolen one during her lunchtime at the tea shop â though beware that you may or may not get bonked upon the head for it â and one before going to sleep
the monk finds your obsession with kissing her tacet mark a bit odd as she doesnât think much of it but alas, she will humor her lover at each kiss and sliver of affection before returning her own. jianxin is a sweetheart like that after all. though, please donât interrupt her meditation, she will accidentally send you flying with a punch
âahâ! oh no, i told you to not kiss me while iâm meditating [name]! oh dear⊠which direction did i sent you flyingâŠ?â
resonator camellya could be a bit tricky and hard to find at first glance to be honest. itâs not big like mortefi nor jiyan nor is it in a noticeable place like calcharo or aalto
camellya uses it to her advantage too. it does a good job in hiding her powers and she uses it to her advantage to deal with⊠a trickier clients or information brokers. one moment she will act helpless and innocent and the next, her hair is turning red and large deadly flowers are chomping at the annoying brokers
though she will always make an exception with you. you have always been her favorite after all and camellya loves her favored client and information broker
âfor the last time, âlya⊠we are datingâ she could hear you groan, wrapped up tightly in her vines and flowers as you dangle upside down from them. camellya simply giggles, cheeks flushing slightly at your nth reminder of your recently official relationship. hands cupping her own cheeks as she swoons over imaginations of your future dates. you wanna become free? just use her momentary weakness to your advantage, swing yourself back and forth before leaning in and planting a kiss to her chest. especially on her tacet mark
âohâ! oh, [name] you naughty lover~! would you like to become my flowersâ next feast?â
art credit to koitotwt on twt!
okay he isnât a resonator but pls act like he is for the sake of the story resonator yhanâs tacet mark is completely hidden away compared to the other resonators! it is safely hidden under his layers of clothing, spread over his chest horizontally like a scar
it does get mistaken for a scar because⊠well, yhan works a dangerous job and he has many scars. but he isnât at all deterred by the markings on his body. in fact, he will cheekily flex his muscles and take off his shirt and pants for you to stare at if he catches you sneaking a glance in his way
if he thinks you will flush red like a maiden and turn away, he is dead wrong. if anything, it will be him who will be blushing and turning away like a maiden when you quickly approach him, placing a kiss on the tacet mark over his pecks with a squeeze to his chest to further dig in your victory
find him cupping his cheeks and squirming in his spot with a blush as if this is your first date all over again. youâve been with his ass for years, you know what gets him flustered. he should have picked his battles wiser, even more so considering that he quite literally trains the next generation of midnight rangers and outriders
âbut [nameeee]~ what if i like being your victim?â
smack his ass
#nobu.writes#wuthering waves#wuthering waves x reader#wuthering waves x you#wuthering waves fanfic#wuwa x reader#wuwa x you#jiyan x reader#calcharo x reader#scar x reader#jianxin x reader#rover x reader#sanhua x reader#jinhsi x reader#taoqi x reader#yangyang x reader#chixia x reader#baizhi x reader#mortefi x reader#yuanwu x reader#aalto x reader#danjin x reader#changli x reader#yinlin x reader#geshu lin x reader#geshu lin#wuwa yhan#wuwa camellya#camellya x reader#wuwa
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Surprisingly
synopsis: for the public eye, the head of the Oak Family and his wife are a loving couple. In private they are astonishingly content with each other too.
pairing: Sunday x fem!reader
tw: fluff, arranged marriage, reader is halovian, established some time before the game quest on Penacony.
word count: 2.8k+ words
Nothing supports the manâs prestige and public image more than a proper marriage with a proper woman. So, I want you to meet this very woman, my childâŠ
Two months, fifteen days and one hour. Thatâs exactly how long ago Sunday became a husband. A role he didnât imagine himself playing, not with the role assigned to him from above. But, it was Gopher Wood - his adoptive parent basically, who brought you to him and announced his grand plan. And even if the head of the Oak Family had his doubts initially, a thorough conversation held with and without the Dreammaster, plus your immaculate background and some more specific matters proved to him that you were indeed chosen rightfully. He wasnât sure if it was Mr Woodâs way of helping him, offering you as an aid at handling some of the work-related matters but with the seemingly perfect image of being wed - the elder gave no answers, however Sunday knew better than to question some of his schemes.
And so, your union was sealed. The ceremony wasnât something exceptionally huge, none of you wanted that, but it was public enough for everyone and their mother to be talking about it. A couple of perfectly sterile interviews, some joint photos and three or four public appearances together, and people have been fooled enough to believe that.
That was enough.
Something as shocking as a wedding would avert the public eye and serve a great purpose in deceiving the people. After all, newlyweds are far too busy for one of them to be plotting something, right?
Right. So right, that Sunday himself was in a somewhat daze for the first week. But itâs understandable - on top of his regular responsibilities he had to prepare for the wedding and get to know the person he was about to spend life with better. Surprisingly, you turned out to be very understanding and supporting from day one, actively participating in whatever additional activity served on the manâs plate. It was weird, new and confusing, but above all he caught himself considering it not unwelcome.
You are astonishingly easy to work with. Well-versed in the matters of Family (but he shouldn't be all too surprised, given who brought you to him), soft, yet - when needed - firm spoken, not afraid to face the crowd in your husband's place for a public announcement and taking a portion of his responsibilities without any questions asked. If not for your interactions outside of all of that, Sunday would've thought you were his secretary and not a wife (but even a secretary wouldn't have known as much as you are aware of).
You areâŠcomfortable. Sunday should really reproach himself for giving in so quickly, but itâs so hard not to. Maybe his vigilance is lulled with security of his patronâs choice or maybe itâs his own longing for normal civil interaction with someone close, but it didnât take much time to start entertaining your sparks of curiosity.
Oh, how curious you are. Despite being trapped in a loveless marriage, youâve been willing to learn about him from day one, trying to unfurl at least one tiny secret of his every day. He knows that because you are methodical, because you write it down (and you donât hide the fact - when he, alarmed, asked or rather demanded you to show him that little notepad of yours, you just did so, with an explanation of your reasoning.)
Speaking of getting to know each other better⊠Itâs still half an hour before your recently established tea time, but⊠But maybe he could summon you earlier?Â
I hope, my child, this woman will become your reprieve. You are not obligated to love her, see her as just a companion, but feel free to treat her as a continuation of yourself. I educated her to match you specifically, after all.
As a continuation of himself⊠Isnât it cruel to speak such things of a sentient being? Isnât it putting one into the position of submission?Â
Somehow it feels bitter on the tongue when he thinks of you.
His hand reaches for the bell, but promptly stops before the fingertips can touch the polished metal. Ah, of course, he asked to not be disturbed today. So, let him not violate his own order. He can find you on his own, not to mention, a small walk around the building might help clearing up his mind. Lately, heâs been thinking too much.
Spacious halls of the Dewlight Pavilion are empty, he knows as much, yet he hopes he wonât have to roam for too long, as the gloved hands push the doors of the meeting room. Today you two decided to work from the main Family residence in need of some materials here, and since no congregations were scheduled for the day, the building was all yours.
Each step of his is muffled by the carpet, lining the exactly 39 stairs, every next one lifting some of the weight from his shoulders and smoothing the deep frown of light gray brows. When his heels click on the small podium with the additional three steps, Sunday feels like his head is cleared.Â
Stepping on the carpet again, he finally ends up in the big hall with the 5 Lineages symbols and a big City Sandpit in the middle. Quickly fishing his phone out of the pocket, he swiftly unlocks the screen and finds your name in the recent calls, dialing it.
When did it happen that conversations with you outnumbered ones with his sister?
You pick up the phone after just two seconds.
âHello? What is it, Sunday?â
Ah, straight to the point, he admires that. And the calmness of your tone is surprisingly grounding.
âI was wondering if youâd join me earlier,â he speaks softly, barely holding off from calling you âdearâ. Itâs not wrong for the spouses, but how would you react? He asks strange questions lately. âTell me where you are, Iâll come fetch you.â
âTo answer your first question, Iâd love to,â the young man might lie to himself, but he swears he heard your voice sweeten just a little. It makes the little wings behind his ears flutter, which he is quick to still. âAs for your second one, however, you might want to look down.â
Sunday follows your instruction without much thought, looking right at the red carpet covering the marble floor.
â...I donât believe I understand.â
He hears you chuckle, a tinkling sound, lacking any malice. His left wing slightly jerks as the favorable noise fills his left ear through the phone.
âThe City Sandpit, beautiful. I am not far from the origami birdsâ nest.â
As he moves to round the table, your husbandâs heart skips a beat. You called him beautiful, you have done so on multiple occasions already. You praised his intellect, you gently clapped for the perfect choice of the clothes for the day he made, you agreed with him on the most mundane things incorporated into your daily lives. And not once it felt forced or fake. You were surprisingly sincere with him - he wouldâve thought that with the Dreammasterâs upbringing youâd have been all mastered flashy smiles and sickly sweet polished words.
But here youâve been, admiring him in your own quite blunt kind of way.
He immediately spots your tiny figure among the fake buildings on the cityâs layout. You are waving at him with a smile.
âFound me,â he hears again in the speaker, but now also from you as well.
âFound you,â Sunday echoes, reaching his free hand to you. When he curls his fingers, you understand and, clutching the strap of the bag hanging from your shoulder, carefully climb onto his open palm.
Your husband is careful, finishing the call and putting the phone aside, before cupping the other hand under the one holding your sitting figure. Bringing you closer to his eyes he can see all the little details on the pretty pale blue dress you left home in this morning, with your second pair of clipped wings wrapped around the waist like another skirt. Then his gaze skims along your neck, adorned in one of the pendants he gifted you and then up to the first pair of wings, bigger than his when you are your normal size.Â
He doesnât have an opportunity to marvel over your intricate halo, because your eyes capture his in a vice, looking at him inquiringly.
âDidnât expect you to take a break earlier. I thought you liked to stick to your routine.â
This was probably the first thing you learned about your back then betrothed.
âI do,â a tiny smile adorns his pale lips, âhowever, today I managed to wrap the most attention-requiring matters up earlier. Now only the mundane cases are left.â
âGood to hear that,â you hum, swinging your stocking-clad legs a little. His golden eyes look over your form once more, capturing the image of surprising comfortability in the hands of a bigger being, one that could crash your body so easily at the moment.
âI do wonder however about the reason behind your current predicament,â the male tilts his head in an inquiring way. âI believe Iâve never seen you enter the City Sandpit.â
Well, not to count the very first time he was giving you a tour.
âOh, as I said, I know your routine, so I usually leave it before our meetings. I actually enter it quite often when we stay here,â is your answer that makes Sundayâs eyes widen in surprise.
âPardon?â
âItâs easier to do paperwork this way,â motioning to the bag still on your shoulder, you then huff in annoyance. âIf only you knew how eager your subordinates to bother me whenever you are unavailable. I am well-informed of my seeming position as the âlady-of-the-houseâ, but Iâve never signed up to be a link element between you and them, let alone a pawn in someoneâs game of becoming first to seek your favor. Pardon me for my straightforwardness, but I much prefer interactions without actual feedback from the interlocutor if the situation doesnât require otherwise. Except for you, of course.â
Except for him.
âYou are my equal. You can always order them not to bother you,â drawing his hands closer to the chest, Sunday turns and starts walking closer to the tableâs side where the gates are located.
âAs if,â he glances down and catches just the end of your eye roll. âMister Wood would have had my head if I ruined your picture as little as being distant from your inner circle. Iâd much rather prefer just to hide away when needed and return to my secondary duties once Iâm done with the primary.â
With the Dreammakerâs upbringing you would think a person canât be as open-minded. Sunday is sure that it was no different from his - after all you have the clipped wings to match his. But, it seems, you found a way to temporarily escape from the suffocating clutches. Today he learnt a new thing about you, and, surprisingly it warms his soul instead of feeling repulsed.
He carefully puts you down just in front of the gates from the cityâs side. Almost knocking off a little âDO NOT TOUCHâ card near it, your husband moves to the right to let you step out. And in a couple of seconds of blinding light you stand before him in all your tall glory.
âThank you for making the trip across the city so much shorter,â you grin, shaking the bagâs strap down your shoulder and rolling it, before unwrapping the wings from around your waist and spreading them in a stretch.
âIt was my pleasure,â his tone is even, yet the gaze with which he watches you move gives him out. To this day and probably for a long while the levels of intimacy that used to be unknown to him yet which you display are going to surprise him. Sunday almost feels an annoying twinge of upsetness when you rewrap your wings around the dressâs skirt. Though it lets him see a couple of ruffled feathers and he has to suppress the urge of his hand to reach and fix them for you.
Yes, there is some intimacy between you lately, but not close enough.
âIf you give me a moment to drop off my papers, Iâll be swift in joining you,â your voice breaks the man out of his self-restraining thoughts, and he lifts his eyes from your waist back to your face.
âAh, it wonât be necessary. Iâd like to have our tea time back at the meeting room, I have some things to discuss with you.â
âSo official,â you smile, taking a step to join his side. âAlright then, let us be on our way up. Would you like to fill me in on the agenda of our âmeetingâ?â
âSure,â Sunday chooses to ignore your teasing, but habitually offers you his elbow to hook your arm in it. âMy sister is going to visit soon and she seems to be quite pissed at me.â
âMiss Robin?â Your question is laced with puzzlement. âI assumed from your stories of her that she is hardly in a sour mood.â
âIt is true, yes,â your husband sighs, leading you up the first set of stairs. âBut I wouldâve been mad too if my sibling had gotten married and I did not know a thing.â
âShe does not know about us?â
The man nearly halts in his ascending. If he didnât know better and where your thoughts and loyalties stood in this marriage, he wouldâve believed you are offended that he kept such an important fact a secret from his only family member. Nevertheless, he continues his walking.
âI sent her an invitation, you know that. But it seems the planet sheâs been on is pretty far away and sheâs gotten my message only recently, on her way back. I loathe to admit it, but now I feel very bad and the situation itself is iunjust. I am aware we were in a rush, all because of the- you know why,â he sees you nod from the corner of his eye and feels your fingers carefully dig into his arm, âbut Robin has always wanted to be a maid of honor at my wedding. And I ripped this opportunity from her.â
And I am not going to get married the second time. This he did not voice out loud.
For a moment you both fall silent. You get lost in thought, Sunday does so too, analyzing his own words, wondering if this speech of his was too personal, if it was painting him as weak in your eyes.
And his own.
You speak only when he reaches for the knob and twists in to swing the door open and lead you two inside.
âSo, how much time do we have before she gets here?â
âMaybe a couple of days,â he breaks the lock of your arms and gets a hold on the strap, sliding the bag down your shoulder and turning to put it aside for the time being. âWhy asking?â
âYou are a good brother, I can see that, â ah, here you are, praising him again. âAnd itâs obvious you care for your sister and wish to give her the world. I suggest organizing a small party for her. This way she could experience what she missed and get familiar enough with me. I can negotiate with Mister Wood, I am sure I can convince him - he has some sort of a soft spot for you, Sunday.â
Surprisingly, it twists something uncomfortable in the halovianâs stomach.
âIt sounds⊠delightful. However, are you certain youâd like to go to such lengths for Robin?â
âWell, she is your sister,â you chose the table farthest from the one your husband has been working at and grab the back of the chair to move it so you could sit, âand I am your wife. Iâd love her to believe in us too. If I am not overstepping, of course.â
Thatâs actually not a bad idea. If almost four months ago someone - even you - suggested he let his sister and future wife meet, heâd be hesitant. He knows his little sister, he knows how perceptive she is - he is not so sure he wouldnât have cracked under her inquisitive questions about whether he was happy with the arrangement or not. Plus leaving her sad and aching for brother if he let her know of the unjustness of the situation and still chose to proceed with the wedding is just too much for him.
Now he, at least, will not be lying that he is content if being asked.
âI accept your offer and thank you profusely for it,â Sunday slightly bows his head, to which you shake yours, reaching your hand out to beckon him to join you.
âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves. Youâll have time to thank me later, once weâve already done something, alright?â
Surprisingly⊠It is indeed alright.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#sunday x reader#sunday x fem!reader#hsr sunday#hsr fluff
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â pair: yoongi x female reader.
â word count: 1k
â synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.
â genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33
â A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3
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It was one warm spring morning.
Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.
One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.
âIs this good?â Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture heâs been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your motherâs secret recipe only in the first try, âGreat. Youâre getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.â
He snorted, âIf that means Iâll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.â
Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, âYouâre so lazy.â
âNo one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.â
"You're so annoying."
Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her headâYoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as wellâwas almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.
"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"
She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.
âMom said theyâre almost here.â Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of youâhis girls.
âAre you being a good chef assistant, baby?â He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.
âSheâs been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.
âMom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.â
âWeâre almost done cooking now.â You reminded him, âHoney, check on the oven please.â
âRight.â
A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, âthey are done.â
When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.
It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldnât help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? âHuh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!â
He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, âlook!â
Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your babyâs joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.
Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.
It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and thatâs how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.
She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.
Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeksâa trait that she definitely got from her father, âNo more hitting mama and papa for you!â
The little girlâs squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.
âFamily hug?â you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.
âFamily hug!â He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, âbut letâs make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.â
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The great thing about having no internet for a couple of weeks is, you get so much stuff done. I've made great strides in my fight against invasive plants in the pasture!
^ This large rock used to be lost in a sea of broom, you couldn't even see it.
It's a lot more fastidious now that I'm uprooting plants one by one with the root slayer instead of clearing the whole area with a brushcutter, but hopefully they'll no longer be able to sneakily bide their time underground and then grow back even stronger from their intact root system.
I took some in-progress picturesâdon't these invasive plants look like a retreating army?
We've had a tiny bit of April snowâI don't know if I can call it that, the air just felt icy and wet and tangible, if I opened my mouth I could feel snowflakes fly into it but nothing was actually falling on the ground. It felt like being repeatedly enveloped then dismissed by clouds that had made plans to drop their snowflakes elsewhere.
But every time I saw Pandolf he looked like a starry night, so there really were snowflakes in the air!
It felt very satisfying to come home with my face and hands all numb and warm up by stuffing entire wheelbarrows' worth of broom into the wood oven then throwing a match. Ever since I've learnt that this plant attracts ticks, burning it has felt like defeating two enemies at once. I listen to the lovely little crackling sounds of a broomfire and picture hundreds of ticks popping like popcorn.
My animals didn't enjoy being stuck inside snow clouds all dayâI saw the llamas use their shelter for once, and Pandolf politely asked to come in and sit by the fire instead of staying out to collect more snowflakes in his fur, so I think they were all already in spring mode in their minds.
Merricat also (less politely) asked for shelter, but Merricat treats every instance of wet weather like a national scandal that I personally failed to prevent.
Even the hens wanted to come sit by the fire, and when I said no (you are hens), one of them ignored me and walked in, resolutely, clucking for the younger hen to follow her, like "let me teach you how it's done".
You know when you want to eat a crĂȘpe in a crĂȘpe restaurant in Paris and the waiter looks baffled that you envisage to buy food in his food establishment and he says no that won't possible, and you're like these people over there are having coffee they're almost done we'll just wait inside for their table!, and (with mounting horror) he says no no no if you really insist on giving us your money then you must wait in the street for the privilege, and watch the diners through the window like little orphans, and then your more assertive, confident friend militantly walks in anyway, encouraging you like, come on he's not gonna call the police, we're about to pay 12⏠for 1 crĂȘpe I think we can wait inside thank you very muchâbecause a dismissive aristocratic aplomb is the only attitude that'll get you a table in a crĂȘperie in Montparnasse sometimes? It was pretty much this dynamic. Between me and my hens.
#crawling along#my internet came back this afternoon! i had lost all hope#the icy snow clouds solidified the little particles of internet in the air (i think)
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ËâșïœĄËâËeveryone knows | CS55ËâșïœĄËâË
pairing: carlos sainz x ferrari admin!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, established relationship
warnings: none just fluff as usual!
summary: in which your boyfriend moves teams but that doesn't stop you from simping in the comments
a/n: i jus put carlos in red bull!!! & used random pics from old era tbh so kind of disregard tht lolz
request!!!: after Carlos moves to a new team , reader who still works for Ferrari now simps over Carlos in the comments in Carlos' new team post's (like.. the one on the left is a hottie) with Ferraris account too lol
fc: various brunette girls from pinterest
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user4 dont remind me
user5 our fav couple forced to work apart how could they do this đđđ
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carlossainz55 had the best season with you â€ïž
yourusername love you
carlossainz55 i love you forever
user7 some of u acting like they breaking up LOL
user8 tbh im excited to see carlos at red bull next season đ€·ââïž
user9 me too!!!
user10 forza ferrari đđ
scuderiaferrari đ bahrain
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user11 lewis in red đ«š
user12 still not used to seeing carlos NOT in ferrari red
user13 we miss him.....
user14 everyone shutup and appreciate lewis lol
user15 how are WE feeling??! how are YOU feeling girl!!!
user16 ferrari admin found crying
carlossainz55 đ bahrain
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user18 so proud of u carlos
user19 i luv him and y/n sm
scuderiaferrari woof woof woof
carlossainz55 hi ferrari.
scuderiaferrari heyyy hahahhh soo.....u single?
carlossainz55 đ urm.
user20 she is so weird im obsessed with it
maxverstappen1 glad to have you back đ
carlossainz55 glad to be back!!
redbullracing đđ
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user22 đđđđđđ
user23 waiting for a y/n comment tbh
user24 my fav duo
maxverstappen1 đ
kellypiquet đ
scuderiaferrari omg who is that in the second pic???? sooo hot is he single??
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redbullracing our new rookie driverđ„č
scuderiaferrari no way...he looks familiar though?
carlossainz55 it's me, hi
charles_leclerc ferrari admin please refrain from simping for other team's drivers
scuderiaferrari ferrari admin plz stop simpingđđđ shut up nerd
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user31 realest girl ever
user32 my fav simpee
user33 does she ever go in the rb garage for carlos or wear their merch đ€
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user34 they're friends?
user35 she's so normal on this account
user36 she lets her feral side out on ferrari account đ
carlossainz55 gorgeous girl
yourusername no u
carlossainz55 true i am a gorgeous girl
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user37 my fav team
user38 oh hi charles in the back
user39 y/n using charles as an excuse to comment when?
user40 legendaryyy
scuderiaferrari so proud of our boy!!! đ«¶
redbullracing we're looking after him dont worry
scuderiaferrari đ„čđ„čđ„č
user41 omg this is surprisingly wholesome
user42 i love ferrari admin she just wants carlos to be happy wherever he is
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charles_leclerc she's a real one
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hyungaâs sleeping | l.mh
-> pairing. idol!minho x non-idol!reader (f)
-> genre. Established relationship, domestic fluff.
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 1101
-> warnings. None!
-> a/n. This was fueled by pure, unadulterated Minho & Soon-Doong-Dori (SDD) brainrot.
-> skz ficlets, oneshots and series m.list
-> started. Feb. 23rd, 2024 @ 16:51
-> fin. Fri., Mar. 1st, 2024 @ 19:40
-> edited. Sat. Mar. 2nd, 2024 @ 15:40
-> divider credit. @plum98
âEomoni!â
âY/N, darling, come in!â
Minhoâs mom wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you inside with a big smile on her face. She waves you off as you slip out of your shoes and into a pair of bright pink Hello Kitty slippers Minho bought for you as a joke years ago, forcefully prying the bag of goodies you bought on your way here from your fingers.
âI hope Iâm not intrudingâ?â
âHush!â Mrs. Lee chides with a smile, âStop worrying so much.â Her hand hovers by the small of your back, guiding you up the last step into the living room.
âIs Minho here? He said he was coming home todayâŠâ
âYes, heâs here. Heâs in his room.â Minhoâs mom sets the plastic bag on the counter, and you naturally go to help her unpack what you bought, shelving things like you live here.
âIâhello, abeonim.â You bow at Mr. Lee, closing your eyes contentedly when he comes around the counter to give you a fatherly side-hug that squishes you against him.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks, ruffling your hair as he lets you go in favor of helping his wife unpack.
You shrug, walking around to the other side of the counter. âThought Iâd pop in to say hi. I missed the kittens very much.â
Mr. Lee laughs, shaking his head at you. âOf course, the kittens.â He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.
You canât help the grin tugging at your mouth, clearing your throat to speak. âSpeaking of, where are the babies? I havenât seen any of them since I got here.â
âLast time I checked they were all with Minho in his room,â his mom says, putting away the bottle of red wine you bought for dinner later tonight.
âGreat! I can kill two birds with one stone.â You wiggle your eyebrows.
She snickers at you, shooing you away with a fond smile. âGo say hi and then come sit with usâwe found a documentary we thought youâd like.â
âOkay, eomoni.â You smile at her and hope your pure love and adoration for her isnât written too clearly on your face, afraid she might tease you. You walk with light steps in the direction of Minhoâs room, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
âMinho-ssi,â you sing-song, rounding the corner with a light and airy step-a-step youâre pretty sure you saw somewhere in Thunderousâs choreography.
Mreow?
âDoong-Doong-ah?â Your lips jut out in a surprised pout, looking down at the talkative orange tabby with a tiny furrow in your brow. Following the lump of white sheets behind him, you finally make out Minhoâs all-black clad body hidden under all the fluff.
You smile.
âIs hyunga sleeping?â you whisper, walking over on the tips of your toes before crouching in front of Doongie, scratching behind his ears with a soft smile. He mrews, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans his head into your hand. To your right, Dori hugs what you think is a bottle of lotion between his white socked-paws, his tail flicking with each nibble he delivers to the hard plastic.
You let your hand wander over Doriâs side and chide him with a half-hearted hiss when he clamps his teeth around your knuckles, shaking it off with a smile when he pauses a second before giving your hand a couple of licks.
You give his side one last pat before walking around Minhoâs feet, only noticing Soonie as heâs cuddling into your boyfriendâs duveted stomach.
You canât stop the smile tugging at your lips, crouching next to the sleeping cats to card your fingers through Soonieâs fur, feeling a familiar sense of pride swell in your chest at his appreciative purr.
And then youâre looking up at Lee Minho, your body tingling all over at the serenity on your sleeping beautyâs face, unable to help but reach out and let your hand run over his hair; a little frizzy at the ends but otherwise straight; he must not have been sleeping for very long.
You drag your hand over Minhoâs head with an inexplicable softness constricting your throat, wishing you could lean down and kiss him without running the risk of waking him up.
You jump a little when Minho lets out an adorable grunt as he slowly pries his eyes open.
âJagi?â he mumbles.
âDid I wake you?â you coo, combing your fingers through his fringe.
âMmm.â
You chuckle, letting the pads of your fingers brush over his forehead, over his eyelids. âEver the truthman.â
âTruthman?â he grumbles, bringing a hand up to loosely hold your wrist between his fingers.
âWhen did you get home?â You let your hand wander over his cheek.
âA few hours agoâŠâ
âFrom practice?â
He guides the palm of your hand against his lips. âMmm...â
He kisses your hand, turning onto his back (much to Soonieâs dismay) and throwing the duvet around his hips before tugging on your arm with surprising strength.
You yelp, practically falling on top of him. He lets out a back-of-the-throat kind of giggle that sends tingles down your arms, using his hands on your hips to shift you higher up his abdomen.
Minho lets out a satisfied hum-sigh against the top of your head, his fingers massaging the skin at your waist before hooking his fingers under the waistband of your trousers, letting the elastic keep his hands in place.
âBaby,â you say, softlyâknowing his parents are waiting for you downstairs but feeling so tempted to sink into his warmth and stay there until the end of days.
âNo,â he huffs, nuzzling your temple. âLay with me for a bit.â
You canât help but laugh, subtly shaking your head. Of course he knows. âOkay, but only for a minute. Your mom invited me downstairs to watch aââ
âShh, jagi, Iâm trying to sleep.â
âââ
âY/N, sweetheart, weâreââ
Mrs. Lee stops in her tracks, right outside Minhoâs room. The sight she comes across brings an immediate smile to her face, and she canât help but take her phone out and snap a picture to give to her son later:
Minho, his arms wrapped around you as you lay on top of him, legs intertwined. And surrounding you, Soonie, Doongie and Dori; the youngest of the trio laying by his hyungâs head. Doongie lays by your feet, and Soonie sleeps just off to the side, his legs stretched out in front of him.
As she sits back down with her husband, Mrs. Lee canât help but think: she canât wait for the day Minho asks for her motherâs ring.
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feral.
featuring: Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader
contains: college!Sukuna, established relationship, birth control tampering, unprotected s*x, noncon/dubcon, breeding k*nk, size k*nk, cunnilingus, multiple rounds, creampies, stalking, toxic behaviour
word count: 2.4k
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
series: 1. infatuated | 2. obsessed | 3. addicted | 4. toxic | 5. feral
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a/n: okay this is the actual final part!! tysm for all the love y'all have given this series, sukuna is truly one of my muses he's just so fucked up lmaooo
âGood news,â you say, beaming. âNo more condoms!â
Ryomen Sukunaâs head snaps up from where he was lazing on the couch, scrolling his phone.
âWhat?â
âNo more condoms!â you repeat. âI switched to a different kind of pill, it wonât make me feel as bleh.â
Sukuna can only stare at you. You cross the living room and kneel beside him on the couch. Heâs been so patient with you, so doting, you feel bad you changed up your birth control so suddenly last time. You reach across to run your fingers through his hair.
âI know you hated the condoms,â you say, an apologetic smile on your face.
âStupid things,â Sukuna grumbles, leaning into your touch.
The two of you had only had sex once with a condom and it was obvious Sukuna was displeased. Since then, youâve been sticking to hand and mouth activities, which is great but not enough forever.
âWell, Iâm sorry,â you tell him. âWe donât need to use them anymore.â
You lean across to press a kiss against his lips.
âI missed you, âKuna,â you tell him softly, your eyes glancing down pointedly. âAll of you.â
A grin crawls across his face as he kisses you back.
âYou still have me, baby,â he says. âIâm right here.â
Truthfully, Sukunaâs been slipping you sleeping pills every couple of nights, taking his fill of you without a condom. You wake up every so often a bit achy and sore but Sukunaâs careful to clean up after himself, never leaving a trace, so you donât pay it much mind. Meanwhile, Sukunaâs happy to keep doting on you, knowing heâs spilling his seed unprotected in you without you even knowing.
He slipped you the morning after pill the first couple of times but the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of getting you pregnant. Your needy little pussy so eager for his cum, fucking his load into you until it takes. The idea was intoxicating. So he stopped spiking your coffee with the morning after pill. All he needs to do now is wait.
Until you interrupt his plans again.
Sukuna waits until youâre out of the house before he starts rifling through the bathroom cabinets. He finds your new pills quickly, a few of them already popped. He regards them with disgust. Just another barrier between you.
He takes a picture of them, making a note of the name and brand. After some difficult searching and a trip to the dark web, Sukuna finds someone whoâll send out several identical boxes, except filled with sugar pills instead. With a grin, he orders them.
Sukuna has to spend a few days finishing inside you knowing youâre still protected, waiting for the fake pills to arrive. He knows youâd get suspicious if he refrained from sex â itâs Sukuna, after all â so he fucks you the way you want, the thought of the prize at the end keeping him going.
You return home one day to see Sukuna with your favourite flowers, the lights turned low, and a smile on his face. Your sweet boyfriend.
You remember what you thought of him before you got together â an arrogant fuckboy would be putting it lightly. What should have been a quick, albeit satisfying, one night stand has somehow turned into the most loving relationship youâve ever had.
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deep, your tongue flicking over his. Heâs been in a semi-bad mood ever since you said you were switching pills but he seems to have gotten over it, returning to the gruff but loving guy you know.
âI love you, baby,â Sukuna mumbles into your mouth. âGet on the bed.â
He doesnât give you time to respond before he carries you through to the bedroom himself. Youâre used to this, being manhandled by Sukuna, so you only giggle as he throws you onto the bed. He reaches under your skirt to tug off your panties before crawling between your legs.
Sukuna inhales the scent of you. You smell so dark and sweet, itâs like youâre custom built to turn him on. Ever since the night he broke into your room to taste you as you slept, he hasnât been able to stop tasting you. You often find yourself in the middle of tasks, cooking or studying, interrupted by Sukuna nudging his face between your legs to lap at you.
Sukuna wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, his tongue parting your folds. Youâre already glistening for him, so ready for him, and he loves that about you. Loves that he can take you whenever he wants, your pussy just waiting for him. You taste even better now that he knows youâve been on the fake birth control pills for a week now, your scent somehow more powerful now he knows youâre unprotected, ready for his seed.
He groans into your pussy at the thought, his cock already throbbing. He licks a fat stripe along your lips before prodding at your entrance, lapping at your sweet honey. His nose nudges your clit, making you groan and card your fingers through his hair. Youâd grind against him if you could, if his grip allowed you, but youâre no match for Sukunaâs strength. He always holds you in place, holds you exactly where he wants to.
Sukuna eats your pussy selfishly, the way he enjoys it rather than you â your pleasure being a nice bonus but not always necessary. His thick tongue slides in and out of your hole, gathering as much of your slick as possible, and you have to whine for him to please, please lick your clit. As usual, he brings you to the brink but doesnât take you over unless you beg him.
Sukuna latches onto your clit, sucking it with just enough pressure to send you hurtling over the edge. His tongue swipes over the sensitive bud as he sucks and your whole body would buck if he wasnât pinning you down so tightly. You moan and writhe as you come undone on his tongue, Sukuna licking up your juices as they run down his chin. He only pulls away when heâs painfully hard, needing to feel you around him before he bursts.
Sukuna quickly positions himself, slinging your ankles up over his shoulders as he aligns with your sopping cunt. He pushes himself in, feeling the fat head of his cock pop inside you before several more inches follow. You cry out his name, digging your nails into his forearm.
He normally goes slower than this, normally lets you adjust. But when you look up at him, Sukunaâs eyes are feral. Something instinctual has taken over him, has made him desperate to rut into you.
âS-Sukuna,â you whimper. âP-please⊠slowerâŠâ
A muscle bounces in his jaw but he obliges, the sound of your begging appeasing him. He doesnât push any deeper but instead fucks you with shallow thrusts, only going halfway down his shaft.
It feels like your needy pussy is sucking him in, despite your pleading, and Sukuna has to fight to restrain himself. Your sweet, fertile womb is waiting for him and thereâs nothing he wants more than to coat it with his cum.
But he does love you. He loves you so much. He doesnât want to hurt you, not really, not when youâre whimpering so sweetly for him, your nails digging into him so desperately. So he rocks his hips, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for the wince on your face to turn to pleasure, before he sinks himself deeper.
âAh, fuck⊠thatâs itâŠâ Sukuna half sighs, half grunts as he bottoms out. âWhoâs pussy is this?â
âY-yours, Sukuna,â you moan.
âWho do you belong to?â
âYou, Sukuna!â
âSay it.â
âI belong to you. All of me belongs to you.â Your voice is barely above a whisper, your brain foggy with lust.
Sukunaâs pushing you to the brink again, his thick cock pistoning in and out of you as he rubs against your most sensitive spot. Sukuna feels you cream on his cock, helpless to it, your body not your own.
As you moan and mewl, Sukuna looks down at you and pictures you pregnant with his child. He imagines your swollen belly, how your heavy breasts will sway, how youâll be with him forever.
His forever.
Itâs enough to finish him. Sukuna groans long and low, sinking inside you as he spurts load after load into your womb. He fills you to the brim, his orgasm so powerful he falls onto his arms, muscles shaking.
Heâs still inside you as he kisses you roughly, unlike the sweet, deep kisses he usually gives you after sex. You kiss him back but itâs only when you feel his hips rock again, his length still inside you that you realise heâs not done.
ââKunaâŠ?â
Sukuna ignores you as he pulls out long enough to flip you onto your stomach. He pushes your leg up, bending it at the knee to give him better access as he slides himself into you again.
You gasp as your tender pussy is violated, your hands splayed out as Sukuna pins your down with his body weight. Heâs still fully hard, his girth hitting a new angle as he fucks his load back into you.
âS-SukunaâŠâ you whimper. âMâsore!â
âQuiet,â he commands you, voice rough. âI can feel how fucking wet you are so be a good little slut and let me finish.â
Sukunaâs harsh voice silences you as you bury your face into the pillow, hands fisting the bed sheets. Heâs right â youâre tender but youâre still enjoying it, your pussy drooling around his cock. His cum is only making you sloppier, only making it easier for him to fuck you. So you stay quiet, softly whimpering into the pillow.
Sukuna continues fucking you, the feel of your plush walls still so tight around him and the lewd squelch of your sopping pussy making his second orgasm build quickly. He wants to fuck as much cum in you as he can, wants to fill your womb with it.
The fact that youâre unaware, still thinking youâre protected, is a delicious bonus. A thrill runs up his spine as he thinks about how youâre letting him fuck you, letting him cum inside you, when you never would if you knew.
If you only knew.
You lay there, legs nearly numb and body drained of any energy, as Sukuna continues to saw in and out of you. You feel one of his large hands scoop under your hip, lifting you slightly so he can go deeper. Sukuna handles you like youâre just a hole for him to fuck and you realise the thought makes you even wetter. Your walls are so sensitive, each stroke feels like fire through your body, half pleasure and half pain.
Your abused pussy clenches involuntarily around Sukuna's girth as he forces a orgasm from you, his hips snapping against your ass at a brutal pace.
Having you in this position reminds Sukuna of every night heâs fucked you while youâre asleep, your body limp and pliant, just waiting to be moved to his liking. Except this time he's fucked you into submission, his own personal little fucktoy.
âFuckâŠâ he mutters, his cock swelling. âYouâre such a good girl for me. Youâre so fucking good.â
Heâs so close. Your pussy feels too warm and soft, too greedy for his cum for him to last any longer. Sukuna grips your hip hard enough to leave bruises, holding you in place as he fucks into you. His balls tighten at his approaching orgasm and you can hear his moans behind you, his cock nearly overly sensitive.
Youâre almost relieved as you feel his hot cum spill inside you, Sukunaâs thrusts slowing as his cock throws thick ropes of his sticky seed in your womb. Your breathing is ragged, your face streaked with tears you didnât realise you were crying.
Sukuna pulls out of you but stays where he is, breathing hard. After a moment, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.
âSorry, baby,â he murmurs. âCouldnât help myself. You just felt so good.â
Sukuna smooths his hand across your back, pressing more gentle kisses against your neck and shoulder. You let him, blinking away the last of the tears.
âI love you,â Sukuna says quietly.
You roll over to face him, wincing at the tender ache between your legs.
âI love you too,â you whisper.
Sukuna kisses you again, the way you remember, soft and deep. You want to ask what came over him but when he tells you heâs going to clean you up and run you a hot bath, you decide you donât mind.
True to his word, Sukuna gently cleans you before leaving you to soak in the bath. He offers to stay with you but you insist you want to sit alone for a while, peppering him with reassuring kisses. And you do sit alone for a while, for a few minutes.
Quietly, you climb out of the bath and open the cabinet to find your birth control pills. You check youâve taken the dummy pills Sukuna got you before putting them back in the cabinet. You sink silently to your knees and carefully lift one of the tiles on the bathroom floor. Sitting there are your real birth control pills.
You pop one free, swallowing it quickly before putting it back, replacing the tile without making a sound. You climb back into the bath slowly so you donât splash before lying back again, relaxing.
You first discovered Sukunaâs sleeping pills when he was out collecting your favourite takeout some weeks ago. You figured that was the reason you were waking up some mornings with a familiar ache.
You discovered the tracking app on your phone the morning after Sukuna had installed it and had spotted him following at a distance behind you some days. So you gave him what he wanted â you made sure he saw you ignored other men and you never lied about your location.
You got your own set of morning after pills once you found the sleeping pills, knowing immediately what Sukuna was up to. He might think youâre unprotected, might fuck you like you are, but only you know thatâs not true.
You close your eyes, enjoying the soak of the hot water. You know Sukuna does this because he loves you. Because heâs obsessed with you. You like that he's rough with you you, that he loves you so much he stalks you, that he wants to get you pregnant so he'll never lose you.
You love him just as much back. Your sweet, doting boyfriend who thinks he knows everything about you, who thinks heâs the one in control.
Your smirk to yourself.
If only he knew.
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