#getting real tired begging for respect G

[psilocybinaut]

My boss asked me something that made me just plain livid.

[iveantive]

Prompt: Hanni comes home earlier than expected

Or

Minji gets caught humping Hannis favorite bunny plushie

TW: g!p, mommy kink, overstimulation, humiliation, light breath play, dirty talk, degradation, crying, humping, hand jobs, cum licking, cock warming

Minji missed Hanni.

Plain and simple, she missed her. 

Truthfully Hanni had only been gone on a solo schedule for a few days and was due to come back early in the morning. And the younger girl had made the effort to call Minji every night despite how tired they both were after their respective long days. 

But Nevertheless, Minji missed Hanni. Hearing her voice over the shitty speakers of her phone just couldn’t compete with how she sounded when she was talking to her in real life. She couldn’t hear the tiny breaths she’d let out mid-sentences. She couldn’t hear the quiet laughs she let out when she said something funny. Or more so, her failed attempts at making a joke. 

She just couldn’t get Hanni out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. She really did try to distract herself by making herself spend overtime in the practice room learning the dance for their new comeback ahead of time, playing on her Nintendo Switch, and even hanging out with the younger members even though it was also their days off. Trying her best to distract her mind off the girl she missed the most. 

And doing that for the past couple of days did work for the most part.

But, as the current day began to draw to a close, and the younger members were washing up and heading off to their respective rooms, Minji felt all alone again.

She had been tossing and turning in bed for the past hour. She just couldn’t fall asleep without the comfort of Hanni next to her. She had tried to call Hanni prior to trying to go to sleep, but the younger didn’t pick up. Which Minji knew she was probably on the plane coming back now, but she thought she’d try anyways, only to not prevail. 

That’s how she found herself getting out of bed, leaving her room, and making her way down the hallway till she was standing outside of Hanni's room. There was no harm in just laying in her bed, so she was there when she got back in the morning, right? Minji thought to herself. 

After mulling it over in her head for a few moments, Minji had made up her mind. With her hand on the door handle, she opened the door and was immediately hit with the warm, inviting scent of a mixture of vanilla and citrus. The scent that always lingered when Hanni was around. 

Only except this time she wasn’t. 

Minji was enveloped in the scent she loved most, without the girl she needed most. It only made her miss the younger even more. 

Before she knew it, she had made her way into Hanni's room, closed the door behind her, and flopped on top of the mint sheets of her bed. Getting surrounded by the various bunny plushies that covered her bed. 

The plushie's scent engulfed all her senses; she dug her face deeper into the fur of the plushies. So soft and inviting, they smelled so much like the younger girl, she wanted to get even closer. 

Before Minji knew it, she felt an all too familiar pulsing in her sleep shorts. 

“No, no, no, not right now” Minji leaned up from her place on the bed and let out a huff. Mentally punching herself in the face, did she really miss Hanni that much? 

She sat in the center of the bed, trying to think about something to get her mind off her hardening dick, hoping it would go down. But, it seemed that god wasn’t on her side at the moment because after a few minutes went by, her dick was still twitching in her shorts, begging for some attention. 

Now debating in her head what to do, she glanced at the clock Hanni had on her nightstand reading 3:06 am. The younger members would be long asleep, exhausted from their busy day. What was the harm in jerking off in your girlfriend's room while she's gone? Minji thought. An early riser by nature, she could definitely wake up, change the sheets and slip back into her room without anyone noticing, she convinced herself.

The throbbing in her shorts getting harder and harder for her to ignore. She let out a sigh and slipped her hand beneath the fabric of her sleep shorts, feeling that, yep, her boner definitely wasn’t going down anytime soon. So, she began to palm herself over the of her boxers. Letting out a low moan as the fabric of her boxers rubbed against her shaft. 

She slipped her hand beneath her boxers, letting out a breath of relief. Taking her bare cock in her hand, jerking it from the base to the tip. Her fingertips were already getting covered in the precum leaking from her tip. 

Her shorts and boxers proved to be in the way of her ministrations. So, she took her hand out of them before taking them off and tossing them to the side. They were now tomorrow morning's problem. The cool air of the room caused her cock to twitch even more with anticipation. She took the length back into her hand, collecting the clear fluid leaking steadily, then spreading it on her hard length. 

She tried to picture that it was Hanni in the room with her, jerking her off instead of herself. She tried to imagine the times that the younger girl had gotten her off in secret. Thinking back to the time she and Hanni had slipped away during a rehearsal, she had gotten so overwhelmed that day by the way Hanni had been very clearly feeling the music with how she’d sway her hips to the beat of the song. 

She imagined how the younger girl was between her legs looking up at her with those bright brown eyes. With her much smaller and softer hands around her cock, jerking her off. Thinking about how Hanni always knew how to maneuver her hands in a way that always got her off embarrassingly in minutes. 

Minji’s strokes had started a comfortable pace, biting her lip with her eyebrows furrowed deep in her own imagination. Surrounded by the scent that she loved most in the world. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her ever-approaching orgasm. She started jerking faster. Stroking her cock from the base to the tip, rubbing her thumb over the slit, making herself shutter. 

But, after another minute of the pace she set, she groaned in frustration. She just couldn’t cum. The fact that it was her own hand stroking her cock just wasn’t doing it for her. It just wasn’t the same as having Hanni’s hands around her. 

She needed something more. 

With her hand still firmly on her cock, giving it a few languid strokes. She got up and kneeled on the bed, facing the various bunny plushies before her. Before one of them caught her eye, it was the one Hanni always kept in her arms while they cuddled, the one she always faced the other away when they were doing…… things. Minji never really understood why Hanni would turn the plushies away, stopping no matter what they were doing, just to face them the other way. But she always obliged, wanting to make her happy. 

As if she was under some sort of spell or in the guise of nothing but pure lust, she grabbed the bunny plush with her free hand and set it just below her cock. Staring at it for a couple of moments, was she really about to do this?

Her body seemingly making her mind up for her, she dipped her hips down, letting the fur of the plushie graze against her cock. Giving her a sensation she hadn’t had before. 

But what she did know was that she liked it. 

She started to lightly grind against the bunny, the fur of the plushie tickling her and globs of precum dripping onto the poor bunny. Yeah, she was definitely going to have to wash this later. 

Repositioning herself so she was now basically straddling the plush, with it between her thigh and her arms holding her up as leverage. Having already been close before, Her hips were grinding at an inconsistent pace, teetering somewhere between enough and not enough.

Feeling her arms start to tense up out of exertion, she grabbed one of the pillows closest to her and pressed her face against the pillow with her arms resting upon it. Upon inhaling, her nose became enveloped in the scent of the citrus-scented conditioner Hanni always used.

“Hanni… Hanni…. Hanni,” Minji whimpered, thankfully the pillow muffling the noises falling from her mouth. 

She dug her face deeper into the pillow, wanting more of the scent. At the same time, she ground harder and deeper against the plushie. The soft fur mixed with her precum combined with the friction she was providing had her hips stuttering. She imagined that it was the younger girl below her instead. Minji absolutely loved being inside Hanni. She always felt so warm and wet around her. She could stay inside her forever and be content. Although, Hanni was always reluctant about it, only letting her be inside when she was being good. 

She continued the pace, finding just the right angle where the fabric of the plushie would drag against her sensitive tip in just the right way. She didn’t care how pathetic she looked in this moment. Being surrounded by the scent that by all means was purely Hanni, and picturing in her mind it was the younger girl she was defiling. Her hips began to falter in intensity. Whimpering into the pillow below her as she came erupting onto the poor bunny plush. 

It wasn’t the same, not even close. The plushie didn’t provide the warm, comforting feeling that Hanni did. And it seemed like her cock was agreeing with her, with the way it hadn’t gone down, even after just cumming.  

But, somehow, in a sick way, with the added fluid from her load, the plushie felt even better pressed up against her. At a much slower pace than before, she dragged her hips against the soiled fabric of the plush and ground on it languidly, wishing it was Hanni. 

For now, though, the bunny plushie would have to do. 

-

Unbeknownst to her, Hanni's manager had managed to get her on a plane back home ahead of schedule, and she was getting taken back to the dorm earlier than previously expected. And after a hectic last few days, she was ready to pass out and sleep.

Upon unlocking and entering the dorm, it was just as she expected. It was completely dark and silent. Not a light could be seen, or a sound could be heard other than the low hum of the air conditioner and the nightlight they kept in the kitchen because Haerin loved the occasional midnight snack. But, seeing as it was nearing 4 am, her members were long asleep.

As quietly as possible, she rolled her suitcase into the living room through the hallway passing by the other girl's rooms, until she reached hers at the end of the hallway. As her hand was on the doorknob and she was about to open the door, she could just make out the sound of faint whimpering coming from the other side.

And upon hearing the noises, she quietly opened the door, where she was faced with Minji with her face pushed into one of her pillows, naked from the waist down, grinding on top of one of her beloved bunny plushies. Letting out little whimpers every time her hips would dip down against the fur of the plush. And by the way, she didn’t stop her movements. She hadn’t heard Hanni come in. 

So, Hanni quietly pushed her suitcase into the corner of the room and walked over to the edge of the bed. 

“What do we have here” Hanni spoke loud enough to ensure she snapped Minji out of whatever lust-filled imagination she was in. 

Causing Minji’s movements to come to a complete halt. Before, she mentally prepared herself and was able to muster the courage to lift her head off the pillow. She looked up at Hanni, who was standing over her, looking at the state she was in. 

Hanni was met with the older girl looking up at her with those big brown eyes of hers, with her hair messy, a few strands stuck to her sweat-coated skin. 

“I-i-i,” Minji stuttered. 

“All you had to do was wait one more night for me to come back, and you couldn’t even do that,” Hanni scoffed. 

“I-i’m sorry,” Minji muttered out, avoiding eye contact with the younger. 

“Yeah? Clearly, you’re not” Hanni couldn’t help but laugh, as for lack of better terms, pushed her off the poor bunny plush. Holding it in front of Minji, showing her how soiled the plush was with her cum. 

“How many times did you cum? Don’t lie to me” She threw the plush back at Minji, seeing the tears well up in her eyes. 

“Tw-twice, th-three times. I-i- don’t k-know” 

Hanni just scoffed at her. Before she took notice that throughout this entire time, Minji had gotten hard again. 

“So, fucking pathetic, already came three times, and you’re hard again,” Hanni rasped. As she got on top of her bed, joining the older, now sitting beside Minji. She reached one of her hands in between the legs of Minji, lightly wrapping her fingers around the base of her cock. Elicting in a loud moan from the older.

“S-sensitive,” she mumbled 

“This is what you wanted, though?” 

“I know you were thinking about me while you ruined my plushies, right?” Hanni spat. 

Earning no response from Minji, she tightened her grip around the base of her length. 

“I said right”

“Mmm- R-right,” Minji whimpered. 

Hanni smirked as she started to move her hand on Minjis cock. Her cock was still wet, covered in her own fluids from her previous ministrations. Moving her hand from the base to the tip was proving to be easy. 

“So, fucking filthy, you should be thankful I'm even touching you,” Hanni rasped. As she dragged the fingertip of her thumb over the red tip, collecting the globs of pre cum spilling out of the older. 

“Mmm, tha-thank y-you, Mommy,” Minji whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, With her fingernails digging into the sheets below her. A smile grew on Hanni's face at the familiar name. In response, she started to pump the olders cock at a steady pace.

She looked over at Minji, who was biting her lip, trying to hold in the little whimpers falling from her mouth. Her face contorted in pleasure with every movement on her length. Hanni leaned over, letting a line of spit draw from her mouth, flowing onto her cock. 

“Hnng, m-mommy, pl-please. Wa-wanna c-cum” the older girl babbled. Her body started to thrash under Hanni’s touch.

“Stop it. You don’t get to tell mommy what to do” Hanni roughly gripped her cock.

“Ah-ah, I’m so-sorry mo-mommy,” She hiccuped. 

Hanni herself could feel her panties starting to flood with wetness. She was entranced watching Minji writhe under her touch. The lack of action the past few days starting to get to her too. 

The joint combination of her own salvia, new precum, and leftover cum was providing more than enough slickness for her hand to smoothly glide over her dick. The lewd sound of Hanni's hand moving up and down Minjis cock filled the room as she quickened her pace. 

Minji's hips started to buck up into Hanni's fist. Taking the opportunity, she used her thumb to rub the red tip while tightening her grip and pumping her hand faster. The older girl let out a flurry of whimpers and whines, partnered with tears that were threatening to be released at any second. 

“Cum, for mommy, baby boy,” Hanni rasped into Minjis ear. Letting out a loud whimper while her tears were beginning to pour over as ropes of cum began to erupt from her cock. White globs of cum landed on the fabric of her sweatshirt-clad torso while the remaining fluid flowed down her cock, and onto Hanni's hand. 

Minji slumped back against the pillows of the bed. Letting out sniffles while tears continued to flow from her eyes. Simutesnly trying to catch her breath.

“Aww baby boy, look at the mess you made” Hanni held up her hand, which was dripping in the older girl's cum. A blush of red began to make its way up Minji’s cheeks as she tried to dig her chin into the fabric of her hoodie. As if she was a dog hiding from her owner after getting scolded. While looking at her cum ridden hand, a devious thought popped into Hanni’s head.

She took her clean hand and took Minji's chin, forcing her to look at the mess she had made on her other hand. 

“Open” Hanni’s tone was sinster.

Minji’s eyes teetered from side to side as she just barely noticeably shook her head no. But Hanni was not having any of it. She lowered her hand from the older girl's chin to her neck and lightly, with her fingers and thumb, squeezed the sides of her neck.

“Be a good boy, and listen to mommy,” Hanni rasped.

With tears still staining her cheeks and another set prickling in her eyes. Minji wanted to be Hanni's good boy, so she parted her lips slightly. A despicable smirk formed on Hanni’s face as she let her fingertips slide past the olders lips. 

“Clean it all up. If you’re good for Mommy, maybe, I’ll let you fuck me,” Hanni cooed.

Minji perked up hearing that. And she began gliding her tongue over the digits. Tasting her own sweet yet salty load, the sight was filthy. But, with the way Hanni’s eyes were trained on her every movement, looking at her with nothing but enthrallment, she couldn’t stop. She wanted to please her mommy. She wanted to be a good boy for her.

She parted her lips, engulfing Hanni’s fingers in her mouth. Licking and slurping between the crevices of her fingers. Before she retreated back, a string of drool connected from her lips to the digits. 

“So messy for mommy, just a little more baby boy” Hanni used her free hand to wipe away the drool that was dripping from her lips. With her eyes clouded and a shaky nod, Minji once again parted her lips, sticking out her tongue every so slightly. 

Dipping her head slightly to get the perfect angle. With a long swipe of her tongue, she licked up the last of the remaining cum, that coated the back of the youngers hand. Hanni had taken note of how during this time, the older girl's cock had begun to start to harden again.

“My baby boy is such a pervert. Getting off to licking your own cum, so dirty,” Hanni mocked. Tears welled in Minjis eyes, but she couldn’t do anything but take it. Getting up from the bed. She could feel Minji’s eyes on her, watching her every movement as she stripped her clothes off, tossing them aside.

Making her way back onto the bed, she straddled Minji’s lap. “Already hard again. You came what? Three, four times? You really missed mommy that much?”.

“P-please, m-mommy. I-i want,” Minji babbled while reaching out to Hanni. She smiled at how pathetic the older girl was acting for her. 

“Okay, baby boy, only because you’re so cute” She used one of her hands, cradling Minji’s chin. 

She began to shallowly grind on the older girl's lap. Spreading her hot wet core on the latter's cock. Making her whimper at the movements “Pl-please m-mommy inside.”

Deciding to have some mercy on Minji, she reached down between them, took hold of her cock, and lined up the tip with her core. Before she slowly inserted the tip, making the poor girl thrash and whimper beneath her. Hanni, on the other hand, was biting her lip, quivering at the thick length breaching her pussy. After nearly a week of no action, the older girl felt even bigger than usual inside her. 

“Give mommy a second, baby boy. You’re doing so good”.

Minji gripped the sheets below her, trying to resist the urge to thrust into the heat as Hanni started to slowly feed more of her length into her waiting core. 

Leaning down, she gave Minji a peck on the lips. She started circling her hips, feeling the thick length pressing against the most sensitive parts of her. She dragged her hips up until just the tip was inside her before drawing them back down until she reached her hilt. Their hips connect, with Minji oh so deep inside of her.

“Filling mommy up so well, can you make mommy cum baby boy?” 

“Need mommy to tell me what to do” She blushed. Fuck she's so cute, Hanni thought to herself.

“Thrust up into the heat, just like we practiced, okay?” Hanni cooed. 

Minji tried her best to think back to the times when they were together, and Hanni had to tell her step by step exactly what to do. Not letting her cum until she did exactly what she wanted. It didn’t matter how often the younger girl made her practice her thrusts in front of her from fleshlights to the real thing. She knows her mommy knows what's best for her. 

And she was always one to please her Mommy, so Minji nodded as she planted her feet on the bed. And started to thrust into Hanni's waiting core. She was trying her best to only focus on her length going in and out of the younger girl. Focusing on trying to only make her mommy cum. 

But, it was backfiring on her. The overwhelming feeling of warmth from Hanni's core as her cock plunged in and out was too much. Truly no matter how many times she practiced with Hanni and with herself, it never compared to the real thing. 

Hanni’s pussy was squeezing her cock so tightly. The wet and warm heat made her see stars as she thrust. The younger girl had taken notice of how absolutely gone Minji looked. Her head tilted back against the pillow, with her mouth hung open. 

Until she felt an eruption of a warm feeling inside of her, followed by a loud whimper from Minji. She had came again. Shooting rope after rope of cum inside her pussy. How the older girl was able to cum this much after already cumming four times four times previously, she had no idea. But it was safe to say it was one of the best things about her. Judging how even after she had cum so much, her length still stood hard and throbbing inside her cunt. 

“Aww, baby boy. You came again,” Hanni put on a fake disappointed tone as she shook her head. 

“I-i’m sorry, Mommy, f-felt so good,” Minji whimpered, tears prickling from her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was from disobeying her mommy or from sheer overstimulation.

“It's okay, baby. I know you missed me” Hanni pressed another kiss on her lips before she started grinding her hips again. 

“But mommy still hasn’t cum yet,” She rasped into Minjis ear. 

By this point, Minji was tired. Her cock was sore, and it was all starting to feel too much. But, of course, she still wanted to make her mommy happy and be her good boy. 

Having had her fun with the older girl, Hanni was now after her own orgasm. As she harshly ground on her poor cock. Then bouncing atop of her, letting Minji’s cock hit her where she needed it most. Hanni could feel herself quickly approaching her orgasm. Her body fell atop the girl below her. Luckily just in time, she was able to catch herself. Her arms kept her up as they were pressed against the sheets next to Minjis's head. 

“Give mommy one more. Cum with me, baby boy. You can do that, right?” Hanni, barely able to keep it together herself, whined. 

Minji nodded. She reached her arms around Hanni, keeping her close. This is what she wanted. She loved the feeling of them being connected to one another. The way she could feel the labored breaths she was letting out against her ear. But, at the same time, it was overwhelming. She could feel Hanni getting tighter and tighter as she approached her peak. 

“Just a little more, baby boy,” Hanni just barely was able to squeak out. Her body lost itself as her peak neared. 

Even though the searing pain in her cock was telling Minji to stop, she kept going trying her best to work in conjunction with Hanni's movements. 

With one last deep thrust, she felt Hanni unravel on top of her. Her arms gave out, her body flopping on top of her. Orgasming with a loud gasp, with her pussy contracting in pleasure around her cock. Sending Minji into her own orgasm. The tears that had been building in her eyes were finally being shed as she shot her load into the girl above. Her orgasm, this time not being as strong as before, was just as overwhelming. 

They stayed in that position for a while, each trying to catch their breath. At Some point, Hanni’s arms had wrapped around Minji's torso. Her head was buried in the crook of the older girl's neck. At the same time, Minji kept her body steady with an arm on her lower back.

After a few more moments had passed, Hanni was able to come to. Looking at Minji, she saw how her face was stained with tears, and her cheeks still flushed red. She was able to reach one of her hands up and ever so slightly wipe away the fallen tears. She heard the older girl let out a sigh of contentment. Hanni couldn’t help but smile at the way she leaned into her touch and tightened her arm around her. 

The uncomfortable position they were laying in started to impact her. Her other hand was trapped beneath the girl, that was acting very bear-like at the moment. With the way her body was pressing down on her arm and the way, she was exhaling into little grunts. She tried to remove herself from Minji until she heard the girl beneath her let out a whimper. 

“Mmmm, no, Mommy, too sensitive,” She protested. And How could Hanni argue with that? 

However, Minji knowing how uncomfortable the position must be for Hanni, maneuvered them ever so slightly so that they were both laying on their side, with Hanni's head resting against her chest. Her arms still holding her tightly around her waist, with them still connected together.

Basking in the post nut glory, or more so the post six nuts glory, Minji rested her chin on Hanni’s head, planting a soft kiss on her head until she heard Hanni say something barely audible.

“You’re buying me a new plushie.”  

[shankschewtoy]

Hi!! Came across your profile❤️ Love your writing! Would it be ok for me to request Law, Ace, Smoker, or Zoro with a masc/gn partner whose terminally ill? If you don’t feel comfortable writing for this prompt, I totally respect it! Feel free to ignore ❤️

a/n - ooo I always love these requests bec I really relate to them a lot- I’m not terminally ill but I’m chronically ill, so it’s nice to imagine these things. Tysm anon for the request :D

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, mentions of vomiting, illnesses (if you’re not comfortable then don’t go past the cut!)

Smoker

- He really cares about you, and when he received the news of your terminal illness, he silently broke down

- He didn’t want to seem depressed or stressed in front of you, the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about him

- He smoked a lot more, mostly out of stress and anxiety for your well-being

- You might have to reassure him a lot that you’re still the same person!

- He’ll do anything for you!

- Tie your hair back when you’re throwing up? Mhm he’ll for sure do that

- He’ll carry you if you get too tired!

- He’s always on calling your doctor if you don’t feel good or feel differently than usual

- he makes sure you always drink enough water and eat enough

- He doesn’t care if you throw up, he’ll clean it up so don’t worry :)

- All he wants is for you to feel.. Healthy and happy :D

- It makes him god so happy when you smile or laugh

- It literally makes his whole heart melt

- He won’t smoke inside, he’ll make sure you don’t breathe it in, he read that it was unhealthy (yea he didn’t follow that advice himself tho)

- the same thought haunts him, someday you’re going to die, and it’s going to be too early

- He never admits that to you, he wants you to focus on being as happy as you can

- He’ll cuddle you whenever you ask, please ask!

- it makes him feel better that he’s doing something that makes you feel comfortable or happy :)

- he loves you SO SO SO much it almost hurts him lmao

- It pains him to see that you’re sick, and it hurts him even more that it’s incurable

- He’ll be there for your last days, holding your hand, holding you in his arms, caressing your shoulders as he leans into the crook of your neck

- When you pass, Smoker really didn’t know what to do anymore

- you were really his purpose of living, more so than the marines

- He’d cry, and everytime he saw a picture of you, he’d put it to his forehead, imagining that it was still you, nuzzling your head with his

- those many moments you and him had before made him feel better in these times

- He knows that you’re with him, all the time, forever more <3

Ace

- Ace is by far not even close to being a medical professional

- but he knows what terminally ill means

- those two words made his whole world start crashing down

- His precious y/n… is sick

- this can’t be happening right?

- it takes him a long time to actually believe those words were real

- why did it have to be you?

- He begged the gods above to let him take your place

- the last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain

- Whatever you ask for, you name it, he’s gonna do it for you

- he doesn’t care if it’s embarrassing, gross, weird, or whatever

- he’ll do it

- bring you some candy? Hell yeah he’ll bring you some

- Cuddles? Oh he’s totally up for that!

- Kisses? You don’t even have to ask >:)

- he makes sure to take you to Marco everyday to make sure you’re feeling alright

- Ace knows that someday, sometime soon you’re going to leave, and he’s never going to be ready

- he tried his best to never even think of it, all he wanted was to focus on having you with him now

- he’ll give you a piggyback ride if you’re ever feeling dizzy, tired, or just kind of lazy, no hesitation there! He’s gonna carry you like there’s no tomorrow

- he also tries to make you laugh by making the goofiest faces and telling the most lame ass jokes ever 😭

- when you laugh, he laughs, when you smile, he smiles

- he loves seeing you happy! That’s what he lives for :D

- when you passed, Ace was shocked even though he knew it would happen

- How could they take you away like that?

- Ace couldn’t even move from that same spot where he watched you leave him for a couple hours

- he was just staring at your corpse in front of him, tears falling down his cheeks

- His life was empty, what would he do without you??

- Marco tried his best to cheer him up to no avail. You were Ace’s reason to live, the love of his life, there was no one who could replace you or even think to be like you.

- That’s what made him so depressed, that no one, no one, could ever be you. Only you could make him as happy as he was before

Law

- He’s a doctor, so he’s the one that announced you were terminally ill

- Even he was shocked even though he was the one that came to that conclusion

- Law didn’t know what to say, he needed a couple hours to register what he had just said

- you’re.. dying? No that can’t be right!

- He refused to believe it, he didn’t want to realize that you were going to die soon

- you tried cheering him up, saying that it was ok, and he decided that he would try his best to make your last days your best ones

- He took a break from work, always checking on you, seeing how you’re feeling

- He’s a bit less romantic than Ace, but his actions and his intentions are the same!

- He loves you to the moon and back, and would do anything to help cure you

- Over the weeks, he struggled and struggled, trying to find something that may prevent your passing

- But he couldn’t figure it out

- Whenever he saw you smile, he thought, “I might never see that again”

- He was there in your final moments, caressing your knuckles with his thumbs, gently rubbing soothing circles on your hands

- the flatline of the monitor made him lose it

- He put your cold hand to his forehead, struggling not to cry, the tears flooding his eyes

- Why would he feel your warmth anymore?

- your soothing touch that always made him soft and happy?

- where did you go?

- Law couldn’t handle it, he just lost the one person that made him feel like maybe the world wasn’t so bad after all

- But now? The world was complete dog shit, why did it take you away from him?

Zoro

- Zoro couldn’t believe it

- he didn’t know if he couldn’t fathom how you were dying, or if he didn’t want to believe it

- You were his one and only, the one who always made him feel at home, loved

- he did everything with you now

- He trained with you in the room, napped close to you, checked on you, brought you food and water

- He did everything without even asking

- he made sure that chopper was nearby in case anything happened to you

- he loves holding you in front of him, with you leaning back against his chest as he wraps his arms around your torso, leaning into your hair, the scent of your shampoo always making him calm

- That lingering thought, “someday, I won’t ever be able to hug y/n like this..” was always present, he just shoved it away in a box like he usually did

- he’ll even help you take showers! (Be proud of him he only bathes like once a week 💀)

- the way he scrubs your back and washes your hair is literally heavenly

- He’s always so gentle with you, making sure nothing he does could possibly hurt you in any way

- he doesn’t care if he’s being extra cautious, he’ll do it for you

- He was there in your final days, holding your hands with his, calloused fingers gently rubbing over each of your knuckles

- once he felt your hand slowly start to completely lean into his, his heart stopped

- you were gone.. weren’t you?

- he didn’t move from that spot for a while, and it made the entire crew worry

- They knew just how much Zoro cared about you, he loved you to the ends of time

- he couldn’t help but feel frustrated, why did you die first? It’s unfair..

a/n - well now this was angsty :/ I was sad while writing this 😭

[chewiedon]

hello! could i maybe request a sort-of follow up to ur toxic traits genshin post? maybe something where g/n reader breaks up with them and they’re (genshin) miserable over it? would love to see!

aaaa ofc ofc !! i worked on this longer than i probably needed to lol. i couldn’t make all of them, so i just put the top three :D

DILUC

You had told him right after Angel’s Share had closed and the tavern was empty besides you two.

His first thought when you told him you wanted to end it was that it was a joke.

After a long conversation with him about it, the only emotion coursing through his veins was hot and burning rage.

You, breaking up with HIM? It’s the biggest insult to him and his ego and pride had taken a swan dive off of the summit.

He tried his best to be reasonable and not get violent, but as soon as you had raised your voice he backhanded you right across the cheek.

After the breakup he had assumed you’d come crawling back. But you didn’t.

Regrettably, he had threatened to blackmail you. Threatening to leak all your precious little secrets, however none of them were directly illegal. Just embarrassing, nothing that’ll get you into much trouble.

Somehow he went from threats to straight up obsession, taking whatever remnants he could find of you. If you drank out of a certain cup at his tavern, he’d drink from it too. Diluc’s obsessed with the idea of ‘indirectly kissing’ ever since the breakup.

_____

“You’re being delusional, (Y/N). You don’t want to leave, you just feel pressured to.” Diluc’s voice was low.

You huffed, in awe almost, “Delusional? No. You don’t know when to get off your high horse and I’m sick of it. I thought you might have a change in heart but you’re too stubborn to see mistakes, especially in yourself.”

You had tried your best to keep your voice level to a minimum, not wanting to yell at him. Diluc set his hands on to the counter, and after a brief moment of silence he slammed his fists on to the wooden surface making you jolt. You could hear the glass bottles around you almost begin to shatter at the sudden shake.

“You’re being unreasonable!” Diluc started, “I’ve done so much for you just to leave me high and dry… Am I just some wallet to you (Y/N)?”

Your heart rate began to race, hoping to the bottom of your heart he wouldn’t hurt you. Quickly, you stood up and walked towards the exit.

“No, I loved you. For a long time, but not enough to deal with your bullshit.”

KAEYA

Plays it cool, thinking it’s some kind of prank or something like that.

After a while, he starts to realize you’re being serious and something inside him snaps.

“I was just kidding, princess! You know that right? I’d never do anything to deliberately hurt you, I’m not like that!”

He refuses to let you go, even after you’ve ended the relationship he still tells people you two are still dating.

“(Y/N)’s just throwing a little tantrum, nothing serious.”

_____

You stormed into Kaeya’s office, slamming the door behind you. Kaeya was sitting on his desk, his left leg over his right skimming through a book that rested on his lap. His attention gliding over from the text to you, slowly.

“You’re a real fucking riot you know that? I told you I was sick of your shit and now you’re clinging on to me like a piece of gum on to the bottom of my shoe,” you hissed, malice laced in your tone, “Stop playing like I’m the bad guy, grow a pair and move on.”

Kaeya’s cocky tone sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you, “Baby, you know you can’t get rid of me just like that, right?” he demonstrated with a snap of his fingers. “It’s cute watching you try though-”

“Keep this shit up and I’m quitting, the knights have opened up more than enough opportunities for me. I stayed here because a part of me wanted to hang on to you, even though our relationship has ended.” You emphasized the last part.

A quick click of his tongue and his smirk faded.

“You know what I’m tired of? The miscommunication, I don’t think you understood when I said you were mine.”

A moment of silence before the clicking of his office door filled the walls.

“I’m not some toy you can choose when, and when you can't play with.”

Another loud slam from you as you had shut the door on the way out, with hopes you’d never have to step into that horrid room ever again.

ALBEDO

His work was precious to him, and you respected that as much as you could.

You only had so much patience, and each of his projects were running it thinner by the day.

Not to mention how much time he spent with Sucrose alone, and whenever you brought it up to him or Sucrose herself the both of them seemed speechless.

When he came back to Mondstadt briefly to go over some plans with Sucrose, and you had got Jean to squeeze in some time to have a small conversation with Albedo himself.

“Darling,” he said as he embraced you, his limbs seemingly tired, “I missed you so much, why are you here?”

After a careful explanation his face seemed unreadable, disbelief was all over his features. His eyes fell onto the floor while his throat swelled up.

You had to leave with a very heavy heart and an even heavier burden of guilt.

Albedo comes to your formerly shared home almost nightly, to grovel at your feet begging you to take him back. Spewing inaudible apologies.

_____

“I’m so sorry,” you shifted your body away, about to exit the knights’ headquarters.

“Wait!” Albedo’s voice echoed through the halls, stopping you in your tracks.

“Please don’t go, I’ll do anything but please don’t go… I can’t do any of this without you. I’ll work less, I’ll do anything for you, I promise-!” he tripped over his own feet, Sucrose rushing to his side.

“No! Don’t leave me! You’re all I have left-!” His cries were silenced at the quiet slam of the door closing.

Your figure disappearing from his view.

[cyborg-franky]

Spicy alphabet for Ace and or Marco? Thank u

Look, FIVE people requested this so, please enjoy.

N/SFW UNDERCUT

A - Alone time Can recognise when he’s stressed and pent up and had no issues with just working out the tension himself. Often jerks off to help him slee.

B - Bondage Enjoys a little light bondage for sure, maybe cuffs, maybe he'll be in half phoenix form and makes use of that pretty tail of his.

C - Crying See's tears? stops, but also knows difference between crying and eyes watering..

D - Dominance This depends, defiantly more dom though, it's that zoan animal brain thinking of 'must mate' that sometimes gets Marco a little carried away. SOMETIMES he can be topped. His casual attitude always misleads people, he'll have you flat on your back behind closed doors.

E - Extra info Likes when his partners dress up abit, wearing anything on your legs, stockings, socks, garters, really into it. Wear thigh highs to bed and you’ll make him a happy man.

F - Food play He could be tempted to lay there and let you feed him things... in a sensual way but no food near junk.

G - Group sex He has a kink for threesomes, I headcannon him as poly, maybe he has a three at the time? maybe he introduces other relationships to one another?

H - Humiliation He teases and jokes but he doesn't bring it into the bedroom.

I - Impact play Not really? maybe a little spank on the bottom because he likes bums but not much.

J - Jelly He knows when lube is a good idea, he's a doctor after all, knows when something needs 'assistance'

K - Kissing He's more of a kisses on forehead, cheek, everywhere else kind of person.

L - Lighting Imagine it's all dark apart from his phoenix flames? so it's all shimmering blue around you both.

M - Masochism He likes to mark, bite along the neck, thighs, collarbone, sharp nips that leave marks, he like them himself but tries to remain professional when it comes to ah, marks on him.

N - Not yet He can actually be a real little shit when it comes to denying orgasms. He likes to work partners up, he wants them to plead, beg a little, he can normally tell when a partner is about to cum and prevents it, it depends on how sassy a mood he is.

O - Outdoor sex Oh yeah, he doesn't mind. maybe you've gone on a trip with him and the mood just takes you both?

P - Photography He doesn't mind sending nudes or get nudes, he doesn't keep them though, he's pretty respectful. Maybe asks to take a nice one of you post orgasm when you have that 'glow'

Q - Quiet Marco isn't that loud himself? a few grunts here and there, whispers dirty things in your ear and praises but his 'sex' noises aren't that loud. He does enjoy getting sounds out his partner though. Likes muffled moans around his cock.

R - Routine Very laid back, it just happens and goes with the flow.

S - Sleepy sex He's a fan, often wakes up before his partner so it's more at night.. he's tired at last and goes to bed, thinks a little 'fumbling around' might tire him out more.

T - Top or bottom Lazy top to a strong top depending on his mood and his partner.

U - Underwear Boxers, either bright colours or black, people keep buying him pineapple print as a joke and he's like 'score free undies'

V - Voyeurism Doesn't get off on it or against it? if someone catches you two at it whatever, enjoy the show, but doesn't aim to be watched or to watch people.

W - Water DOCTOR VOICE - THE DANGERS OF SEX IN WATER

X - X-dressing You think someone as chill as Marco cares about 'this item of clothing is meant for X gender?]

Y - Yes, Master Loves being called 'commander' he will call his partner 'songbird' 'pretty bird' 'little bird' 'dove'

Z - Zones When he's in harpy form, stroke above his tail, he goes mushy, like real mushy. In normal form? he has a thing about his hips being 'held' just grip his hips. Also collarbone and neck, kiss, blow hot air, it gets him very riled up.

[secretbangtnn]

Love Lies | kth I

➤ summary : You never had it easy. From the first day of your life it seemed like fate was a big joke, making every effort to make you feel miserable. Shortly after taking the first step into adulthood, you are convinced that childhood doom follows you like a shadow. On the verge of being broke without any help, you take your friends advice and try your hand in industry you have no idea about.

➤ genre : CEO! au, prostitution but not really au, strangers to enemies to lovers, Smut, fluff, angst

➤ pairing : Taehyung x reader ft. Jimin (This chapter Jimin x reader)

➤ ratings : 18+ NSFW

➤words : 10k

➤ warnings : swearing, prostitution, sex for money, mentions of mental health, toxic household, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, mxm, fxm, family problems, dishearitance, toxic relationship, Taehyung is bad at feelings, reader is lost, soft boy jimin, sexy hot taehyung (couse that will need a warning) - more to be added

notes ~

I finally did it! I'm so sorry for the wait and how the chapter came out - it's a little more messy than I predicted but i wanted to give you something before the big story. I promise the next chapter is going to start with the big action and main plot and finally with Taehyung. I really hope for some feedback, I worked hard for it to be done before the next week and even though it may seem boring i really hope it’s okay.

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Underneath the sunrise

Show me where your love lies

Relationships that are based on lies never last long and everyone who found themselves in artificial feelings, knows of the truth of those words. Although that sweet sinful lie sometimes replaces that thing we could have never got.

You never thought about yourself as someone low, at least not that low to kneel to beg of something so materialistic like money.

You respected yourself at the same time being sure that you would fight everything alone. Just like a good fighter - you didn't need a good sword in a big war. Even once in your whole life you wouldn't have thought of stepping that low to actually work as a cleaner in old school or supermarket lady, that couldn't even use the calculator right.

How ironic, we love when inevitable doom falls on people that did not deserve it.

You were taught from the beginning, how to live, what to do, how to look, and the most important who to listen to. It's so weird when we find a character that's not extremely bad or good, not the shy mouse of the school, also not the hot rebellious cool girl with too big ego, and mouth so unbelievable that you actually start to think if you have ever met someone without such basic manners.

Fact is that you are bland, your life never yours to live, as someone recorded it with a script in their hands, and a plan for an ending and second part. It was frustrating knowing how many people never cared about you, however you could not say that you indeed did too.

Lessons were taught, those made you somehow resistant to disappointments in life. First happening in early stage, not even first year of your high school, people started to know - know about this and that, about family of yours and how privileged they would be if they had you on their side.

But you did not have a problem with it, mindset so set that you liked to think about money as a guarantee of friendship. And with this thought you let the first people use you, not minding their motive of only getting part of your prosperity.

So you believed to those days that your childhood indeed was normal.

You never tried to run from your life, you never saw yourself as a hormonal teenager in need of attention.

In the end only those who were born in respecting families, where work and pride is placed higher than blood ties, knows how upringbing really looks in such a household. Your standart always high, doing that to not need to put it higher again.

Parents instilling you dreams that were not yours, making you believe in something they always wanted. Like it was written, your whole life does not belong to you, and realization over it came in the moment when it was a little too late. Happy smiles never real, friends you swore would not leave you, disappeared within a night.

However let’s not impose that your parents were monsters, killing you on the inside with their cold demeanor or making your life miserable.

The first problem began when you had enough, when a virus in your mind told you about your own desires.

You remember this day like it was yesterday. Invisible mark on your check is still pulsating, with a wound much deeper inside screaming at you that it is still not healed.

“I want to study medicine.” Those were the exact words you first told your mother, freezing her in place and scarring inside with the power and destruction they held. She did not hold back with ignoring you, acting like the sentence was a mere passing wind, just fluffing hair in a not nice type of way. You expected that, nothing new from a shell of a person your mother has become, money and power empowering her mind, probably killing the young woman you are now, in her.

So the first step of actually making a point of how you processed to cut your family ties, were with your mother, kind of preparing you for what has to come.

Dark room, with marble accents and a woody smell that came straight to your nostrils. Mahogany desk, big enough to contain tons of papers scattered over it like some kind of nto important rubbish. You however knew better, and those innocent stock of inked pages held more value than maybe you yourself.

It was so hard to breathe in this tiny space, now feeling ever more closed up, dark and not welcoming. You tried to believe that the reason for it was not really a man sitting just before you, not minding your presence in a slighlets, but a stress and emotions on your back, you were trying to bear by yourself.

“I’m busy.” Short answer, not even directed to you - not that the man ever looked at you with those dark eyes. Predictable, exactly like you guessed. Cold feeling with a hot flush over your cheek, not knowing where the previous patience had gone.

Maybe you finally had enough. You were too tired to try to understand.

“Dad, please listen to me.” Ice cold bucket over your head, a void eyes now on you, not really expecting them to stay on you for so long, or even look up. Pupils a little blow out, stirring the dark color pallet of his eyes, similar to the tone of the bags under them. What a wrack of a man he really was, lanky hands under the suit, scribbling over something not even a minute ago, now lying lifelessly on a brownish desk.

“You really couldn't find better time for your whining? Go on, I still have a lot of work to do before I need to actually go.” Unconcern, you could even feel the unitresment oozing from him, hitting you with those eyes. They were looking at you, but at the same time it felt like they never were there. Black holes, no feelings found, gaze scary for those who never met someone so indifferent.

“I dropped out.”

“What?” Words came after some silence, piercing straight your beating heart. Hands in fist, just beside your thighs, so white that it could even be a little concerning for those looking from the side. You were nervous, even after you told yourself that this conversation was not going to be easy. Smooth information that it should be, your own life choices never discussed so openly.

“I dropped out of college”

Not a breath was heard, a heavy hand landed on the desk with a smack, knocking in the process some of the scattered pens.

“You did what?” Too calm, his voice was too calm for such information. Nerve wracking feeling once again welcomed you inside, making you take one step back. Soft material of the shirt creased under your hard grip. “It’s not the time for such a jokes Y/n”

“I’m not joking dad, I took the papers yesterday. I'm tired of wasting my time on something I never wanted.”

“Oh? But are you really? What are you going to do then? I'm getting really curious” Tone momocking you in every kind of way. You clench your teeth, an annoyed expression came over your face, just to disappear within one glance of the man.

Questions were rhetorical, laughing at your whole being in the cruelest manner. He knew about your every vulnerability, molding your persona from the beginning. So it must have been funny for him, seeing a little girl, someone he treated not entirely equally, however putting some kind of hope and dreams he himself could not reach, standing before him like a scared puppy asking for a treat.

“You yourself know the best how important those studies are for you. You prepared your whole life to go there and take my place one time, so don’t joke about it like it’s some kind of dish you are bored of eating.”

“You forced me to do it! I never wanted to take your place, study the stupid law.”

“And you decided that this is the time to suddenly realize that? Y/n from the beginning, we always gave you what you wanted, fulfilling your every wish, buying everything you wanted, and even after that you can’t be grateful. We only asked you for one thing, one thing Y/n, there is not such a thing like your dreams, there is only our family.” You wanted to laugh, those stupid exucess, only making you annoyed and wroked up. Manipulating you into believing you were selfish, that you are the problem, and you owe them right to living.

“Don’t be ridiculous father, you are not in the place to talk about family or do I need to remind you of Na-”

You heard it before you felt it. Burning feeling right in your left cheek, head on the side from the harash contact it made with the ringed hand. It was not the first time you saw or experienced such an act. Father being the man that loved to lose his temper rather fastly, hiding on the outside behind the calm demeanor and innocent smile.

Blood on your tongue, the metallic taste in your mouth like a forbidden flower you just tasted.

“You really want me to get mad today hm? “ You really wanted to nod, looking straight at him from your hair that fell after the slap. Hand on the cheek, trying to stop the pulsating ache to echo so much, however you know the best that the hot feeling is only building up and it's the only matter of time till the beautiful tones of purple show on your soft skin.

His own hands now begin viped over the handkerchief, a little blood over the white fabric, likely from the little scratches the rings were able to make.

His back to you as he went back behind the dark desk, sitting on his chair like nothing happened. And you knew, secretly that it was the end, that the conversation was done and nothing else could be said.

You closed your eyes, not even noticing you did it, realizing it after the first salty tear fell to your mouth, giving you a taste of sorrow. Head down, not in shame but in anger, with a pulsating cheek not letting you forget about the consequences your every word bears, you turned around going to the door that before somehow gave you so much hope.

“Oh and Y/n, there is no you without this family, but there is family without you. It won’t be the first time when I lose a child.”

Those exact words hunted you till this day. Rather heavy feeling, three years not long enough to make you forget, or let you accept a new life.

Loud noise of passing cars just outside the dirty window with a pounding of heart echoing in your ears. It was one of those bad days - you liked to say, those however started happening a lot of more. Breaking was never something you wanted to do, working so many jobs you could not count on your fingers, living in shitty apartments for no longer than two months just to end up on someone's couch.

That is the life you chose, the life you barely lived, everyday wishing for a miracle.

Harsh paper under your fingers, weighting your hand weirdly down - maybe it was the words that made the letter so heavy, maybe the truth you needed to face. Fact is that you do not know what to do, trying for the last months to make a living for yourself, get better pay and settle down for a longer time.

Words of your father echoing once again, making your eyes squish with the feeling. It was so hard to accept a defeat, something that you worked so hard for and for so long. You could not beg, you could not go on your knees again, and even if it was an option, imagines and memories of life in such a household keep you in the place you are now.

Head resting under your arms, shielding bright rays of sun from your eyes, long locks falling down in waves just over your pale face. You pulled them with a strength you did not know you possessed at the moment, as if it was because of them you needed to deal with all of this.

“Think Y/n, think” Mutters fell from your mouth like a mantra, supposed to make you cheer up a little. Void in your head, not ending emptiness that scares you as much as the strings of unpaid numbers on this goddamn paper.

An late hour struck on the side clock, hanging on one of the grey walls of the run down apartment you lived in. Sight itself is depressing, leaving you in wonder if maybe it is not one of the reasons for your current mood.

Who you wanted to trick.

A little knock once again echoed in the quietness of your home, reminding you of the late hour. Looking from your thick locks of hair, you sighed seeing how little time you actually got to get there. With one move, you left the scrap of paper on the side, and stood up from the ugly green couch, taking in the process bag of the crookedly hanged hook.

Fast footstep as you nearly run over one of the olders ladies living in the same flat, trying to messily wrap an apron over your waist, which is not as easy as it seemed to be earlier. Bluish fabric holding on to you with all the power, hanging a little on the too long strings, that untied themselves with each step.

You tried not to think about all those stares, looking at you as you run past them, not minding where your feets go, or if you accidentally push someone on the side. Let people think what they want, it's not like your opinion matters, and being a disgrace to your whole family disappears.

Familiar neon letters came to your sight forming the greenish title of caffe you soon found yourself in. A little bell rang as the door opened informing everyone about your presence. Calm atmosphere, everyone was busy in their own word, you loved this, a quiet place which you often found yourself admiring.

You wished that working there was not such an obligation, the only thing that let you stay in your current apartament. Rosy cheeks, and cheeky smiles as people got their morning coffee, thanking you quietly for the drink with such a pure impression, that you could not hold back the smile you gave each one of them.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I hope you didn’t need to run too much.” You said between heavy breaths, still trying to catch remaining puffs of air, head tilted to the side, hands on knees as you looked at the little blonde behind the counter.

Said boy only laughed a little, shaking his head from the embarrassment after the statement. Ringed hands cleaning some cups, quiet melody living his plump lips.

“Am I suppose to feel offended? I’m not an old man you know.” He asks, knowing that the answer will never be given. Voice on the lighter side, something you would expect from such a soft looking boy, warm and sweet to listen, and you indeed do, always keeping quiet when the boy talked about his own day to fill the quietness of your workplace.

You knew the boy was one of the things that made you feel normal, with his bright persona and angelic personality, you liked to believe he was one. He did not ask, knowing some things should stay in the dark, and you repaid him the same, being fully aware of the boy's secrets.

“Not at all. Beside we all know that it's not about you, but about who will get in trouble from your whining - and yes, it would be me. “ You say, patting his back on the way to the other side. Confused gaze now on you, as you smirk at the questioning boy waiting for some kind of elaboration, only getting from you another cup to wipe.

“Should i remind you of a certain person, which came to me with a complaint of how his favorite boy was tired - what was his name? Oh yeah Yo-”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You laughed at the squeaky voice that came in a form of fast spoken answer, a little too fast to understand every word completely. Pretty blush came over his round cheek, soon appearing on tips of his lears, hidden by mop of blonde hair.

Not a piece of judgment in your gaze, but rather sweet caring look over the embarrassed boy next to you, trying so hard not to look bothered by your everyday teasing, that he was slowly getting accustomed to, liking how your voice gets a little lighter, your eyes light up and a pure giggle leaves your mouth.

Yeah he definitely could live with it if it means he can see the sparkle pops out in the dark of your pupils.

Cup in his hands a little heavy with the next thought that came over him. Melody coming with the pleasant wind of the early monday morning, his eyes however discreetly gazing over your figure. He knew when the times were worse, when your collarbones stood out more, welcoming i'm from the collar of an old shirt, you probably needed to wash by hands, and he hated that even if he tried to explain it, not care so much, he simply could not stop the worry seeking of him.

You were a sweetheart, never judging him, understanding his reason even after he told you about the second job he needed to take. You simply smiled, wishing him all good, and getting excited about dreams that were not your own, laughing with him and talking about his future plans as if you had place in them.

Thanks were never enough to pay off all the hardship you helped with. He respected you, admired so many things about you, how you don’t need a reason to give an arm to cry on, always taking a piece of burden on your own shoulders, whispering promises and talking about a better future that comes with hardships.

“Don’t be so embarrassed~ “ You sing to his ear when you pass him, going over to the coffee machine, big bag of beans in your hands. “I dare to say I got a little jealous when I saw him for the first time.”

“Gosh I hate you sometimes.” He whines, throwing his head back, closing his eyes to remain calm. Smile now on your lips, little giggles leaving your busy persona, trying not to be too loud in such an early hour.

An enjoyable silence came over once again, only sounds of working machines and knocks of cups, that were cleaned and wiped, mind automatically getting fuzzy from the fresh brew of coffees and autumn wind. Not a person in a shop, being still a little too early to welcome customers or get a morning drink, subtle music playing a little louder at those times filling little breaks of silence.

So how surprising it was, when those little giggles tickled your own ears suddenly and strong arms, clothed in white shirt, sneaked around your waist, making you lose the focus on filling the cup with beans. Blonde hair over your cheek, stroking the soft skin with a funny feeling, only pushing you to squirt more.

“You know if you liked him so much, you could have just said. I would think of something.” He whispers mockingly, smacking his lips in the end. Shiver comes with his next move, hands on your hips, keeping them from stirring so much, hot and on the smaller side however still noticeably bigger than your own. “Sadly I do not share my clients.”

With those words, he quickly detaches himself, hitting your bum with a cheeky smile that you soon could see right before you as the boy grabs one of the fresh croissants, putting the whole thing into his mouth.

“It must be big for you to say that.” You laugh, looking at the choking boy with the same expression he was giving you not even a minute ago.

“That was totally inappropriate.” Says blonde, chugging a glass of water you gave him out of pity.

“Now, don’t play an innocent Jimin, I see how you look at that one girl that comes here every friday. Didn’t you even memorize her order - gosh i heard you repeating it so many times that I know it myself.”

“Okay, okay maybe you are right, but it doesn’t mean you can judge me.”

“Would I ever?” A dramatic sight from the boy's accusations leaves your lips, you touch your heart looking at him with the most hurt eyes you could manage to do, a little tear spins in your eye. Mouth full of baked goodie, he laughs showing a little of non eaten food, with a proud expression to it. Your own smile now noticeable on face, happy feeling over your whole being, loving how this short amount of time with the bubbly boy let you forget about some problems. You take one of the left rags of the counter and throw it at his face, hoping to get him to work. “Stop eating! We are opening soon and I don't want to listen to how the coffee machines should be ready before the first client, because someone didn’t want to move his ass.”

“Just say you don’t want to deal with that old raisin.”

Nobody did, but Jimin had some superpower you sadly did not possess, and could at least shut the old businessman that somehow always comes first. Coming back to an earlier job, you pour black beans in the measuring cup, trying not to let the weight of the bag swoop you.

Place once again in a nice atmosphere, Jimin singing somewhere in the back, probably preparing syrups and goodies, sorting eveyrything on the displae plate. You two fell in a pleasant rhythm, doing your jobs like robots, knowing where things should go, and how not to disturb each other in the middle of action.

And it was something you really enjoyed, that piece and order, making you feel secure at least in such a place. Like you had power over your own life, your hands did what you wanted, your mind clear with tasks to be done.

Peace.

You both knew that this place was a mere act in the theatre of lies, you played in. Cafe such like that one, a happy place for two broke students, that tried everything in their power to make a living, pursue dreams so far away, still hoping that they are not going to disappear with all the hardships.

You could just drown in this lie of beauty picture you painted yourself, pretending your lifes do not look as bad, and even though you did not know the boy so well, you could tell from his eyes that he indeed is a player in the same game as you.

The truth being you did not know each other, you were not close. You knew about his job, about his own problems - some of them left unsaid, but who could you judge when you acted exactly the same.

Understanding from each other was enough.

However the boy tried to help you, offering sum of money or better paid jobs in times when you were too tired to hide it, those although - he learned after some time, never were an option for you.

And so with the next passing wind, the first client came welcoming you with kind of a grumpy smile, wishing for you to just make him the coffee. It was as always, a busy morning on the first day of the week, that always seems a little more crowded than any other, with business men and middle aged women trying to get over their morning sickness as fast as possible.

You saw the girl you talked about some minutes ago, looking from her covering eyes bangs, squashed from pink beanie on her head, nevertheless still laid perfectly. A little wave, hand hid under the panda mittens she liked to wear every other day the temperature goes down.

You smiled at the interaction, the excited smile on Jimin's face he tried so hard to hide, not doing a good job with his nearly nonexistent eyes that disappeared just because of it. She was pretty, a student in a university you both go to, however you were not sure what exactly she was majoring in.

Her funky style makes you take a shot at something related to fashion, but that might be completely wrong and the girl could just like wearing such bright clothes.

“Love the mittens, they look nearly as cute as you.” You heard, looking back from your busy hands, to gaze at the flustered pair. Adorable giggle soon leaves her mouth, covering lips with the said gloves as her own eyes disappear from weirdly similar eyesmile.

Jimin was a sweetheart, someone who deserved a happy future. And so you did everything to make that happen, wishing him the best and trying to help him even if it means your own happiness goes on a second plan.

“I'm sorry but could I order.” Coming back to your own job, you look up immediately, catching the gaze of one of the clients you did not recognize.

“Oh yes of course, I'm sorry for the wait. What can I get you?”

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A loud noise of a closing locker echoes in a quiet room in the back of the coffee shops. Night air chilling from the open window you opened some minutes ago, to get rid of a smell so many people.

The calm of the room soothing your buzzing nerves and shaking hands, that always seems to do it after a hard day of work. Your attention now somewhere else as you try to take off the blue apron, laying it somewhere on the lonely bench next to you.

It was a busy day, helping you forget about what waits for you at home, and what person will probably visit you in the meantime. You didn’t like those times, the quiet after such hard working hours, leaving you with anxious thoughts rotating around the same problems you tried so hard to run away from.

So you tried once again, silence your mind with your hands, taking every job you could, now wiping lockers that never needed to be wiped before. The same rug from before in your hands, sliding over an uneven surface.

“Y/n?” You jumped from the sudden voice, swearing that Jimin was in the other room just a second ago. Turning around, you try to look unbothered, clenching the old rug in your hands with such interest. A little noise comes from your mouth, hum to let him know you are aware of his presence.

“Everything alright?” He asks a little unsure of the question, looking at you from the other side of the room, close to the door connected to the main room.

“Yeah, why would there not be?

“You were cleaning the lockers like not even a minute ago.” He says without thinking. Voice somehow suspicious, full of hidden concern as his suspicions from before seem to be true. You were not alright, and Jimin knows exactly what it may be. “If you need hel-”

“I'm alright! I'm really alright there is no need to worry, I'm just stressed because med major is harder than I thought.” The sigh is enough to let you know that he is not buying it.

Hard steps as he comes closer, opening his own locker situated right next to you, eyes glazing back at you from his clothes is started to put back. Tight lipped smiles is the only thing you are capable of answering with, catching his dark stare for a second.

“Im worried, and I know what you want to say, but I can’t help it. You are always the one that takes my burden so why can I not do the same?” He closes the locker with too much strength, making you jump again from the loud noise.

“It’s different.”

“How is it different? You help me with everything, you let me cry, you let me crash at your apartment when my parents try to make a mess again, so what’s the problem with me?! You don’t even want to tell me what's wrong dammit.” His eyes glassy from all the emotions, hands in a fist as if he tried to hold himself back. He turned completely to you, cornering you to the lockers behind, not letting you leave this time.

“Is it because of my work? Are you ashamed to take dirty money from someone who can’t earn normally and needs to sell themself. Is it this?! Tell me Y/n, I’m tired of seeing you in such a state, you are my friend.”

“You know it’s not that.” You tried to argue catching his watery eyes.

“So tell me, tell what is going on.”

Your own mouth in agape, words lost somewhere in the back of your head. So many years going alone, keeping everything to yourself shows itself with such a hestation of saying easy words that could let you breathe easier at night.

But would they really?

Giving someone your own burden was something you were taught as a shame. Problems should stay in family, and even there your father always told you to fight them alone.

“I - “ Eyes hopeful, looking at you with new found desperation. Big and different from the ones he was giving the sweet girl with panda mittens, and that alone made you sick knowing that the sparkle left because of you. “I’m sorry Jimin I just can’t.”

And you broke. With the remaining energy you mustered, you fell onto Jimin, him nearly not catching you on time. First tears fell, with such a power, rolling down your cheeks, wetting the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt. You did not know why, why now you decided to just let go, sobbing so much, hoping the boy will understand that you only need someone to hold you.

And he did, wrapping his arms so securely around, letting you hide the red face in a crock of his neck. Fresh smell of flowers and perfume he always wore with a noticeable hint of coffee, you probably possesed yourself. Quiet whispers of comfort, tickling your scalp a little, hands patting your hair with care, brushing them with such a delicacy, like he secretly knew how breakable you are now.

“It’s going to be okay.” Void promise, his lips close to you kissing your forehead, with shaky hands trying so hard to gather every tear that fell down. With a little move he sat on a bench, an apron which you earlier left there dropped on the floor, a quiet thud ran in the small room, you on his lap, trying so hard to become smaller nearly molding in the bigger body of Jimin’s.

Sorry’s fly through your mouth, realizing it after Jimin's starts to rock your body. He peels your face from the safe space of his neck, wiping your running tears with both of his thumbs and trying to smile a little.

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes we need to let someone in, let them help put broken pieces together.” Eyes shining in the dim light of the room, your mouth ready to disagree quickly however quieten by his own speech. ”I know what you want to say Y/n” He starts again taking a big breath. “Being helpless doesn’t mean being weak, asking for help is not something to be ashamed of. Being strong however - is letting someone in, taking they hand and standing up with them - you have to have courage to do it, and I know you do to - but whoever put such a toxic mindset in you, keeps you from it and you need to realize that there is no longer people who will judge you for falling down a litte.”

Eyes falling down, sore from all the crying that has no plans to stop. You wipe the snot with your sleeve as well as wet cheeks, laughing a little after it, sniffles in the room as you try to calm yourself a little.

Jimins gaze still at you, now softer still brushing your hair in a calming manner with the second hand drawing circles on the side of your waist. It was shameful, hearing such words, knowing deep down they were true, but too prideful to agree with them.

“Gosh If I knew you cry like that, I would take a bucket with me. I wouldn’t need to pay water bills for like two months with it. “ He laughs as you smack him with your hand. Smile on your face, you tilt your head leaning on his arm with all the weight, a small sigh leaves your mouth. Smell of coffee now is more prominent with his own perfume, which he wears everyday, pushing your mind into own fuzzy feeling. “You know that I will always be there for you, right?”

A silent nod is enough, not too much to say after such an outbreak from your side still buzzing inside you. You know it was true, with how much you both came through together, it would be stupid to leave someone who become somehow a safe heaven.

“What are you going to do now? You won’t take any money, I guess you either are not going to be too willing to crash in my apartment.” Your head immediately shots up, eyes searching those of Jimin. A look of confusion cross your face for a second, with the words repeating in your mind once again. His face however is still serious, not leaving your surprised gaze.

“W-what how do you kno -”

“Your landlord called, I didn’t want to disturb you on your break - by the way I saw you sleeping you are not as sneaky as you think.” He interrupts you in the middle of talking, brushing his hair.

You frown, looking in disbelief at the boy, a little upset from the news. Touching your phone was okay, but taking a call and not saying anything, it just fell wrong.

“So why were you trying so hard to force me to talk?” The questions came a little more aggressive than intended, but who could you blame when your private life was exposed so easily. Truth being that you felt not as angry as embarrassed, never sharing such information before leaving them in the dark.

“I know you would be angry when I tell you about the phone - which I was right about.” He pouts looking somewhere in shame, like a child that was caught with sneaking sweets.

“But it doesn’t matter, what are you going to do without help? It’s not like our boss will gave you a rise from nothing, and do not even think about starting another job - we have studies, it would be plain stupid unless you ask your family for help, you never mentioned them but they would understand right?.”

“They sure would.” You sneer, standing up from the comfort of his lap. Your smile turned down on the mention of those people, it's not like you want to have something going on with them, it would be asking satan for help and that always comes with a price. “Thanks for everything Jimin, but I will be alright.” You add walking back to the hatstand where your hoodie hangs, grabbing it with your free hand, second one carrying the bag. Jimin's eyes follow you, surprised by the sudden movement and innocently big, like he waited for some better explanations - which he won’t get.

“B-but wait! Where are you going, don’t leave me like that!” You heard the shouts, desperate movements in the previous room meaning the boy tried to catch up, however you were long ago outside the cute coffee shop, starting the journey to your quiet apartment. Maybe it was mean, and maybe Jimin was too good to be treated like this, but your own mood was now too fragile to stay in the same room as the insistent boy.

Autumn wind welcoming you once again, cold weather sneaking inside your clothes, the light hoodie not doing any justice with such temperature - still it was the only thing you owned with better quality. Head full of thoughts a little overcrowded with a starting headache, not letting you walk in a peace you somehow needed just now.

Walk to your house - at least the recent one, was not one of the long one, rather passing as a nice stroll. And even though your shifts ended in night hours, the quiet and calm way never made you feel scared of any sudden dangers awaiting you on Seoul's streets. It was a nice neighborhood, one where families that were a little lower than middle class tried to make a living, keeping their kids in a safe environment. Happy smiles and laughs welcoming you sometimes in the morning, kids rushing to their own school, greeting you even after those months you stayed there, only making you nostalgic at the thought of leaving such a safe haven.

So it was more than surprising when a quick footstep rang in your ears, soon nearing you even faster. Your beating heart now rapidly knocks in your chest, as your eyes try to search for the reason for those sounds.

You didn’t need to search for loong, soon hearing the screech of a voice not so far from you. “Y/n! Wait for me!” It was even worse when the little man started to dramatically draw his hands to touch, however your concern only lay in the thought of waking up the whole neighborhood. Eyes slitted, an annoyed expression crossing your face at the sight of the panting boy, soon stopping before you, not without tripping and nearly taking you with him. “You… really want to kill me.”

Heavy breath hitting your face, his voice strained and tired from the miles he needed to run to catch up to you. You however were more than a little shocked - yes Jimin is stubborn, and yes he is the person to run after someone just because the said person lost a penny, but his appearance here was different. It was crossing the invisible line you both draw, accepting each other's bubble of comfort.

So the question still stayed, your face hard with a thundering gaze waiting for the boy to calm a bit.

“Why did you suddenly leave?” Seriousness leaked out from his tone, however the way his eyes scrunched only meant that he indeed felt a little hurt from your previous action. And you don’t even wonder why, knowing how your choices could wound the innocent boy. “Is it about your family? If its a soft topic we can never talk about it ag-”

“You want me to walk away again?” His eyes got bigger at your cold tone, his foot taking a step back. Your family, the topic you did not want to bring up today, explaining the harsh demeanor you suddenly took. Eyes however softened as fast as they met the boy’s hurted ones, a gulp of remorse sliding down your throat. “Look - I appreciate your help but I don’t need a person to be helpless with.” You took a step forward placing your hands on the boy's arm, squeezing it in reassurement. Looking him straight into eyes a sight left your mouth soon forming in a little awkward smile - the only one you could force yourself into. “You helped me enough, there is nothing else you can do, It’s not your battle to fight you have your own problems and asking you to take mine would be cruel.”

And how awful it was to turn back leaving him again, you did just that, giving him the last pat with a smile. His own mouth opening and closing, agape from the schock you probably left him. And you were sure that this time he will let it go, your words full of coldness not leaving room for arguments.

“But what if I do?” His voice stopped you in the middle of the step, freezing your form with a new squeeze in stomach. You did want to hope for nothing, feeling how your eyes got bigger in surprise, being so close to turning back to face the blonde boy. “What if I can do something?”

“Jimin we are over it - I won’t take any of your mo-”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m not that stupid to not understand first hundret times you made it clear.”” You turn at his clear voice, full of seriousness and unsaid promises. New thoughts fell over your messy mind, Jimin’s voice still ringing in your ears as well as the hot gaze he kept on you, fixated on your weirdly sluggish posture. You were more than confused, his help however not new for you, the sudden change of demeanor was like a bucket of cold water maybe pushing you into admitting that the boy indeed had some kind of solution. “Please try to listen to me first and please try to be open minded.” He adds taking a big breath making him close his eyes for a second, only to stare at you even more firmly, nearly hiding his shaky hands. A silent nod from you lighted once again the enduring fire of his eyes.

Now you were even more curious.

“What if I get you a client?” Innocent question, firstly confusing you even more with the weird words, the realization came with your mouth opening a look of disbelief crossing your eyes for a second even if you tried to remind yourself that you situation it's not the one to be judgy.

“You do-”

“Let me finish, please?” And you could not find the power in yourself to not give in. Looking straight into his gaze you closed your mouth, still hanging from the previous schock you experienced. “I was in the same place as you some years ago, a broke student without any help or hope - and I know what you want to say, but it's not as bad as it seems. You don’t even know how much I wish that at that time I had better option, but there was none and probably won’t be if I still want to chase my dreams The job is really not that bad, people don’t know, they do not need to know - even if they wanted the community of them would not allow it cause they want only that - discretion.”

You winced, the cold brushing your cheeks even more from the chill night, moon being your only source of light shining at boy’s figure like in some kind of movie. And to be completely honest, you indeed feel like in some kind of drama, emotions oozing from both of you in waves crashing in the middle with a tension to it. You didn’t want to seem rude, your face trying to stay some kind of neutral, however you knew that Jimin saw the first pull you unconsciously did, decided to let it slip instead looking at you with even more solemnity.

Yeah you knew about his past, history he one time told you in the middle of breakdown, then seemingly crazy and full of hardship, now you started to see yourself in the boy, his place now taken by you in the most awful way.

“It’s really not that bad Y/n” He whispers, voice full of softness you were thankful about. You felt breakable, the thought of actually doing it scaring you with how probable it really is. “I’m so sorry I can't do more, but it’s the only way I can help.”

You didn’t even realize when he came so close, touching your arm with his little bigger hands clenching it. Your eyes squeezed as your hands fell to your sides lifelessly, emotions now once again leaving you a little too suddenly, the grip you always had on your life slipping from your grasp with a gasp. It was hard, facing something you worked so long for only to ruin it because of such a thing as money. It was so funny, your own younger self laughing at you probably, telling you how your choices led you to that state.

“It’s really the end huh?” You didn’t need to look to know about the sad gaze he momentarily gave you. Arm sneaking around your shoulders, your posture seemingly smaller than normally, bringing you to the warm body of the blonde boy. Not a word said, only the silence being louder than aggressive shouting.

There was no need for a better explanation, your mind was already processing the idea of selling yourself to someone, and how shocking it could be that it never crossed your mind before. You can’t say the job disgusted you, you can't say it did not leave you with a sour taste on your tongue, like something is wrong with the image of you in such an environment again.

Again.

Well that was something that did not sit right with you, running away your whole life from it, now going back to the cave of a tiger - conscious suicade.

Face plastered on the surface of the brown coat, fluffy fabric brushing your face with every breath he took. The gesture leaves you with a heavy heart, not understanding why Jimin wanted to help you so much. Was it an obligation? Did he feel like he owed you something?

You just couldn't grasp the idea why, why was he so insistent, it’s only you in the end, a friend from the same coffee shop he worked in, someone who is not important in his life, someone who he will leave when the time comes. So why?

And maybe with the next gust of wind, a quiet whisper in your ear you realized deep down, that he was the first person in your life which genuinely cared for you. However the musky scent and heavy thoughts still repeated the same question, but you knew somewhere in your mind that it’s only a matter of time when the quiet suggestion will be proven.

“It’s getting late. You should go home.” A silent nod, your head still leaning on his shoulders, too tired to move. His hands petting your hair, a quiet hum leaving his mouth while he did it, melody not familiar, dancing in the silence of the night. You sighted taking one step back, immediately feeling a cold breeze hitting you, the source of heat now gone, making you shiver in the lighter clothes. Little smile screeching on your lips after you saw his worried gaze, sitting on your figure not planning to move.

“You too.” Sticking your hands into the big pocket of your hoodie, you turned your head in the way he came nodding. None of you moved, gaze met in the middle as you tried to not show how cold you really wera, body shaking in unnatural ways wanting to move for some kind of warm up.

He did not smile, even after your own stretched into a larger one, you decided not to pry and just turn around with a silent wave, head ahead of you eyes looking in the dark depths of the street where you lived. He knew you were not alright, gaze piercing you through every layer you tried to put in a situation like this, a copy mechanism you were not that proud of. And so with the head lowered you took the first step away not minding the still lingering stare on your shoulders.

The main worry now being the cold weather and little clothes that shielded you from it, the idea of the whole conversation put somewhere on the side.

However, he and you were pretty well aware of what is going to happen the next day.

In the end it's you who soon is not even going to possess own body.

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Sleepless nights were not new, the feeling of tiredness you could not just wipe with the piece of the fabric a familiar one, the eyes trying to stay focused on things even though they were so hard to close themself for some sweet time, just to be forcefully open. Two words were enough for you to not hide the utter ache, you so perfectly masked in the middle of the coldest night.

And so maybe it was the cold keeping you awake in the dark, the blanket not enough to warm up your lifeless limbs, or maybe the lingering touches of the blonde boy that stayed even after so many afters after the whole conversation.

You felt weak, blinking in the grey room watching the wall like it would show something incredible, the scratches on it similar to the one you did when the stress was too much, decorating pieces of your skin like an art. The night was a big blur, hours now looking at the nonexisting stuff passed with a blink of an eye only to put you in another of the memories.

Blonde hair somewhere there scrolled in the side of your mind. Oh yeah, the said boy came the next day, look on his face too hard to forget as the next wall you built was just ruined.

He looked at you from behind his eyelashes with eyes dimmed with a sort of fog. Silence being the only comfort in the moment - early morning helping with it. He knew that this time the situation did not have many options, not any without any loss.

However he came, with a mind to let you help with thinking of any other ideas to help you, the conversation from the other night forgotten after he stepped in the gloomy apartament. And it doesn’t surprise you, the look you probably carried spoke for himself.

In his hands soon layed inconspicuously looking scrap of paper, tempting with his appearance like the most loucioust sin. He read it with squinted eyes, not needing a lot of time to find out what exactly the letter applied to.

What surprised him after such information is, how really the girl hid behind such an innocent facade, the new wave of respect crashed on him with the thought how strong you really are to not ask for help. The human thing was to linger, searching for attention so long to have someone finally do everything for us.

He had money, he had it so much that he could easily help her for next month, but he knew how every proposition like that would end up.

In the end they were really similar.

“Maybe there is another way.” He cut the silence, after a while regretting the action. Eyes met somewhere in the middle and both of their gaze was meaningful enough to answer his void of hope. “Have you tried to talk with the flat owner?”

Grimace on your face once again was enough, you shook your head remembering not the best meeting with the older man. “Many times. The guy is purely business oriented, he doesn’t care about your private life but if you pay everything - which as you can see I have a problem with.”

“I know that it’s a hard topic, but what about your family. There needs to be at least one person.” You looked down, carpet under your feets still fluffy and soft under your feet, the silence embracing you both. Jimin awkwardly scratched his arm, biting his lips in the process, the topic one again making your mood even worse. “Im sorr-”

“There is no need, it doesn’t matter anyway. My family is off limits when it comes to those types of things.” You cut him off, looking from the side at the little embarrassed boy. A sigh leaves your mouth as you lean on to your old couch, ruffling your hair after. “Jimin there is really no other way. Your option is the only thing I can do, even if the idea scares me.”

He looked at you with a small smile, the memories from his past coming back to him, when it was him who was sitting at your place, maybe with a different situation, but the fear in the eyes remained the same. He sat next to you, hand catching yours latching fingers with yours, as if that small gesture was supposed to pass everything.

And maybe it was like that, however how sweet and calming the motion wouldn’t be, nothing has been solved, and your decision it's going to change your life completely.

“You start to accept it with time.” He whispers tightening the grip on your head, the sentence seemingly had a bit more to the story. You guessed he tried not only to convince you both himself too.

Idea still fresh in your mind, hard to process it actually is going to happen, eyes meeting once again with the dark ones of the boy, millions of heistations flowing in the circle of your pupils.

“What If I don’t want to accept it? Jimin, I'm going to sell myself like some kind of animal.” You started, soon seeing how every word pierced the boy, a hurt crossing his face for a while. However he himself knew how his job was not something to brag about, something that should be kept to yourself.

“First - you are not going to be a prostitute, it’s their job. Second - you are not selling yourself, your body maybe, your time - yes. This whole messed up business, which no one truly understands, it's not only based on pleasure and successful bargain. The people you are going to provide services will require more, however you too will be able to demand - and that’s the difference.” He instinctively stood up, turning his back to you to hide his face for you.

You decided not to question that, the topic probably being equally hard for him. Following his figure, you listened to every word which could calm your buzzing nerves.

“Mone-” You started trying to guess about the demand he was talking about. The cash suggests itself in your mind. The boy quickly turned back, dark eyes catching your breath in the middle.

“Respect.” He finished, taking an earlier abandoned cup of tea to his hand. You were confused, your gaze spoke for himself, the utter questions building with every quiet minute he left you with. “Do you know why so few people are able to survive in such a business, or why so few people know about it?” He asked knowing fully he won't get any answer from you. He sighted brushing his blonde hair back, a little oliy from the last day of work, he came to the other side of the room sitting on one of the smaller tables just before you.

“You will need to play a role, you will become an actress in real life without the power to question your own character. People that are directors in fact are going to be your clients, giving you the script you will need to act on. In the beginning it’s going to be hard, but with time you will understand that you can either love it or you are someone who is not suitable for such a job.”

So many questions, which only bundled up with the said words. A weird twinge in your heart, forcing you to stop thinking about it like a sweet temptation, however the beautiful words he wrapped everything with stronger. The idea seems so easy, so free and so good, too good to be true.

You looked at him, the tiredness hitting you suddenly but so many not arranged issues kept you on your toes, so with the remaining power you sighed rubbing your eyes. You decided, your last way out.

“How i'm even going to start?” The question filled him with a relife, not understanding exactly why, the thought of having someone close in the same job loaded him with unanswered happiness. He gazed back, the look making you sit more comfortable forcing your attention directly at him.

“The clients are mostly the people you least expect to. Although they are not people which can afford a whore - lame millionaires or self-proclaimed gangsters. Don’t get me wrong but if they were them they could have just bought the random first person that is willing to do everything they want, for them however the most important is discretion and loyalty.” He started, stopping for a while to take out his phone and quickly search something on it.

With one move he showed you a picture of a man, you strangely knew. Black hair, similar to the blackness of the sky so different from the boy sitting just before you and a beautiful porcelain looking skin. He looked proud, even as a imagine the frozen photo oozing of confidence and power.

You knew those people pretty well, a little too well. Too proud for their own good and too proud to admit their wrongs, making money in such a way to not get attention if they are dirty or not. Familiar contempt towards others. You tried so hard to run away just from people like that, you hoped the clients Jimin was talking about are just the little CEO’s, not that important or dangerous.

And how ironic it was that you yourself are going to willingly put yourself in such a toxic environment again, people that are more influential than politicians and authorities. Next question popping on the side, how the blonde boy survived there without any knowledge.

“I see you can guess about who i’m talking about, and It’s not your first contact with them, right?” He started, brushing his hair once again, a habit you noticed. He needed to admit that your expression put him in uneasiness, look on your face nearly scared like a child that watched horror for the first time. He didn’t want to annoy the topic, leaving it in the air with the restless tension, instead he closed his phone hiding it back into his pocket.

His eyes still on you, your mind somewhere else as the quietness of the room started to spin around. The unanswered question lingered on your tongue, kept in the end of your mouth like some kind of secret. And as you thought it’s the end, the little ping came from the pocket he put his phone into.

“Well, I don’t know If you are interested but there is someone who is willing meet.”

[dangan-writing]

I need a n g s t

Kokichi, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o that’s really forgiving? You could make them end up in the hospital and they’d forgive you

So what if they accidentally kill them and their s/o still forgives them?

If you want, you can do a happy ending where they live! Your choice! :)

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*__ i pick different endings if that's okay Anon, And i picked it to be in the killing game, please tell me if you want it to be changed Anon.

*__ and i apologise if it seems rushed, it's hard to write for 3 character's. And also because you were probably waiting for so long. you can still request for me to remake it Anon, don't worry ^^

*___ Tw -> Ch/king, po/soning, Ka/de, caps, violence, curse words, f/re, injuries

*___Mod Miaya___*

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*___Kokichi Oma___*

When somebody hurts you Kokichi will be fucking rude to them since they don't deserve respect since they hurted you

"Ah Kokichi! Calm down, it didn't hurt that much! I'm okay, see?" You try to move around, but gasping because of the pain "O-Oh.." "See! You got really hurt! That person is gonna get it!!" Kokichi wails "H-hey, i forgive them.. it's not like they murdered me or anything! I'm still here, with just some small injury!" You giggled "Are you that nice?" Kokichi mumbled, before getting up "Hey c'mon! Let's go to Keeboy and have fun with him!" Kokichi smiled mischievously, you laugh "let's go."

That was actually to distract you and go to the person who hurted you and prank the fuck out of the person-

He's concerned about you, i mean. A forgiving S/O? He'll be watching out the people who talks to you, he's a liar. He'll know if they're lying or not. It's impossible for them to hurt you since you have a liar by your side! Impossible he says as he didn't realize they lied in front of his face as you and the person walked away together

After a few minutes passed, he was concerned. Why were you two taking so long? You two must not have been- no, that can't be. Unless...

Shit.. he ran looking after you "S/O!!~ where are you?~ we better not play hide and seek! You'd know i win easily~" he tried to keep up his facade, not wanting to freak himself out... then he saw you tied up, with blood and bruises all over you, with you breathing heavily.

"S/O!" He ran towards you, not even noticing the trap beneath him. As he tried to remove the ropes around you, as he turned around, the door was closed and fire started appearing "Oh shit, t-there was a trap?" He was trying to remove the ropes but it was too tight "Aha.. Don't worry we'll get out of h-here S/O! And we'll get that bastard later for doing this to you dear!" He started to breathe heavily, some smoke blocking his vision. He started to grow weaker "H-ha.. S/O i'm t-truly sorry.." he passed out, luckily people started to bust the door open. The people.. Gonta, and Kaito. With Tenko and the other people "S/O, KOKICHI!" Gonta yelled "Is there any water to put the fire out?" Tenko asked, she doesn't even care if the males save them she just wants them to be saved "I have it here!" Kaito yelled holding some fire grenades with him, he passed the fire grenades to everyone and they started to throw it in the fire

After some minutes, the fire stopped. The others rushed in there finding you two, they picked you two up and put you two in the dorms, Kirumi offered to heal you two. 1st degree burns.. a lot of bruises and blood on you. It took you two two days to wake up.. Kokichi woke up first "nghn.. uh what happened?" Kokichi asked, confused before realizing "ah!- is S/O okay! They better be okay!" Kokichi pouted, looking at Kirumi "they're okay, they just needed more rest then they'll be fine, no need to wory Kokichi. I attended to their injuries quickly after everyone pulled you two out of the fire, they are right next to you Kokichi." Kokichi looked next to him to see you beside him resting peacefully "oh damn, nishishi~" Kokichi looked at Kirumi "Can you leave? I have something to do, like a leader would do!" Kokichi just want to cuddle you actually. Kirumi did as he said, but she knew that he wanted to cuddle you after seeing you there beside him, she smiled.

Cuddling..

After some cuddling you woke up aswell due to his constant moving

"Mmmm Koshi..?" You groaned, half asleep. You rubbed your eyes for a bit "Heeeeey your awake noow! You take too long to wake up!" Kokichi childishly pouted, it's too adorable to be guilty with it, you laugh "That's not going to work in me, that's too adorable y'know?" Kokichi tried his scary face, it's a little intimidating. But it's still cute "still cute-" "Man can't you be scared of me!?" Kokichi cried out! Shaking his arms like a child

After you two were okay now, everyone besides one was trying to find the person who almost killed the both of you

It took 1-2 hours to find the the person who did this

It.. was Angie?

"Uhm.. Why did you try to kill S/O and uh, Ouma-san?" Shuichi asked Angie, who was tied up in a chair "Ahhh~ S/O wanted to give their blood to Atua! That's what Atua told Angie!~" Angie was cheerful as always. Almost everyone didn't believe that "Hey you almost killed me and my dearest S/O!" Kokichi wailed trying to attack Angie, but Gonta was holding onto him as Shuichi said, Angie laughed "S/O offered me some of their-" Shuichi isn't having none of it "Listen.. uhm, you almost killed S/O and Kokichi, how is that uh- related to Atua? And you started a fire for hell's sake...!" Shuichi yelled at Angie, Angie didn't smile. It sended chills on all of their spines.. it wasn't normal for her to not smile, since she always smiles. Seems like she isn't gonna talk for the time "Guys, please don't worry, i forgive her." You jumped in "WHAT? She almost killed you y'know!?" Kaito yelled "Yeah! The idiots right! Angie killed you!" "She's not dead you fuckin' brat!" Miu yelled at Kokichi "h-huh? That w-was uncalled for!" Oh dear now she messed up "W-Wai-" "WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kokichi wailed, annoying the others, especially Korekiyo, Kaito, and Maki. They left as soon Kokichi started to cry, except for Kaito-

"Like i said, i forgive her. I'm still alive anyways so that's good right?"

"You forgivable cutie.." Kokichi mumbles

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*___Nagito Komaeda___*

He's a bit protective, you forgive people so easily. He doesn't mind if it's the hopeful people but, the despairful people?? Fuck no he won't let them go to you ever again, he has a quick eye. He'll catch them if they are looking at you

"S/O! Why do you forgive such despairing ugly humans, they hurted you!" Nagito spoke, angrily confused, you are filled with hope thats what he loves but you are a bit too considerate about *everyone's* feelings, even if it's a inanimate object you still refuse to break it.. you really are filled of hope.. too much hope "Huh? Why i forgive people all the time? Uhm... it's just my nature to forgive them, i am aware of how forgiveful i am. I forgive them, but that doesn't mean i like them, listen.. i forgive people but i stay away from them. I can understand when i forgive someone when they hurted me for so long, that's why you never see me with the people i know that hurted me Nagito." You try to give an explaination, of course. You know it isn't all but you decided to give an answer for him to know "S/O.. i.. i understand, how stupid am i to question such hope!" Nagito please calm down we care for you-

You saw him walking, bringing some stuff. Is.. is that poison? Spear, rope, speakers... what is he planning again? He walked inside the warehouse, you need to stop him from being reckless again. But you didn't move from your spot, you waited for a little while. Then you heard fireworks? Then.. running, everyone? They walked to the warehouse, Akane trying to bust the door open. You still stayed im your spot, trying to see if someone is doing stupid. Eventually Akane busted the door open, then you heard

Fire. What the hell? Wasn't Nagito in there? Shit.. You run in the warehouse

"NAGITO!!" you yelled, trying to get the fire canisters and threw them on the fire, it only made the fire more bigger? It's a fire canister.. isn't it suppose to put the fire out? Soon everyone moved and threw the individual fire canister's

Soon enough, the sprinklers put the fire out. You stood up "NAGITO ARE THERE!?" You tried to run in but Monokuma stopped you "Uh-Oh! Unfortuantely you can't be in here for now! Now get out so i can fix this damn warehouse!" You all got kicked out, after 6 minutes Monokuma appeared "Yahhoo, now it's finished now go in there you damn kids!" it's finally done.. honestly it felt like forever. But no time for that, you all ran in the warehouse "hmnn, i smell somethin'.." Akane's nose twitched like a beast when she said that "...That's probably because of the fire earlier.." Chiaki said, and Chiaki pointed out the there was space in the curtains from here, Hajime walked next to the curtain. You felt sick, it can't happen to him plea-

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

Screams, Kazuichi, Sonia.. and of course you.

You ran to his body begging that this isn't real "plEASE THIS ISN'T- ISN'T R-REAL" You sobbed, the others felt pity.. They tried to drag you away from his body, of course they did take you away from his body.

You eventually pass out from crying, too tired to investigate for the trial. They dragged you in the trial room, you wouldn't wake up so they had no choice but to drag you in the trial. Few minutes later you woke up

"N-Nagito.. set one of us as the killer..." what? Set one of us?

"Huh? What do you mean he set someone as the murderer..?" you asked in disbelief, Hajime explained what basically happened while you were asleep, you just stood there. You tried to focus, you threw a fire canister in the fire, but it only made the fire larger than before.

What...? This.. is unfair unfair- no.

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"I know who did it." You spoke, interrupting their panicking which they snapped out of it when they looked at you "You only decide to talk now!?" Kazuichi yelled, obviously scared for his life "yeah" you nod "uhm.. may i ask who it is?" Sonia nervously asked, you sighed heavily "uh, it's me."

"W-what!? That can't be true! You saved me when i was starvin'!' Akane yelled out "Huuuuuhhh!? What the hell? S/O bought you some food?! That w-wasn't supposed to be allowed-" Monokuma looked dumbfounded until he was cut off "Who the hell cares!? They still saved me.." Akane looked down, it felt like Nekomaru's death all of a sudden..

Hajime and others felt like crying, you were like a leader trying to protect them even though you forgive people too easily "..." Chiaki didn't said anything, she just looked at you. You smiled at her "Do... do you forgive Komaeda-san for what happened S/O?" Chiaki asked "of course not! He set them up as the culprit you kno-" "Yes." You answered, ignoring Kazuichi's comment "hnm, you still forgive him? After he set you up S/O?" She tilt her head "yes, i know he must have a reason. He wouldn't kill someone for his own benifit, that's what i deduced, i believe he has a reason for this. He loves hope, he thinks me as his hope. He wouldn't just throw me away without an explanation, why would he call me a despairing person? I.. yes, i forgive him.." you lowered your head, you didn't understand any of this, why would he kill himself and you?

"Alrighty! Time to vote! Who would be chosen as the blackened?" Monokuma butted in the conversation "Goodbye everyone.. please remember me and everyone in this damned killing game." You smiled, looking at everyone. You are terrified of what kind of execution you have, but you tried to forget it.

This.. is goodbye for me.

S/O has been found guilty, time for the execution!

Right.. goodbye.

I forgive you all for..

*___Shuichi Saihara___*

The same with the two guys, he'll be pretty protective of you since you are so forgiving, there's a high chance you'll get killed because of your friendly nature and he doesn't want that to happen, not ever

"S-S/O, please try to be less considerate.. N-Not that you should be r-rude to anyone! I mean.. you s-shouldn't forgive p-people that easily, even if they are s-sorry. They hurted you uhm, S/O you don't have to feel o-obligated to forgive them." He hugged you, making you feel protected. You laughed

"Ahah, Shuichi. Thank you, i understand that i shouldn't forgive people that easily but, we really are just like that. No matter how many times they hurted us we forgive them. we people, are like that." You tighten the hug, smiling onto his chest

"S-S/O!" He screamed as he rushed towards you, you choking. He didn't realize he put in the poison instead the water.

"S/O DON'T DIE YET PLEASE" Shuichi was panicking, he is gonna murder his own S/O because he was losing sleep that he didn't realize that he put poison in your drink.

'Please pleaee please please please please please please please please please please please please pleaee please please please please please please please please'

..it....

..It was too late? He looked at your dead body.

"S-S/O.. I.. I'm so sorry... i'm such a failure.." he caressed your face. Sobbing, Before.

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered, after a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

"WH-WHAT THE HELL!?" Miu screamed out, she rushed to hide in Kaito's back "EEEEEEIIIII, POOICHI IS THE MURDERER!" "What the hell Shuichi!" Kaito stumbled back a bit. Their screams of terror alerted the others, making Kaede, with Tsumugi and Rantaro on her trail.

"H-huh Shuichi!?" "Aaaauuuhh! The killing has started! It's much more different than Sakura's death on Danganronpa trigger happy hav-" "S-Shuichi.." Kaede, Tsumugi, and Rantaro reacted altogether, Rantaro ran towards Shuichi pushing him and trying to do something so he couldn't move "Anyone here have any rope? We need to tie him up first before questioning whats happened." Rantaro stated, looking up at the others "I-I'm sorry.." Rantaro looked down at Shuichi "you will have to explain yourself later, we don't know if you are the culprit, but be honest later on aight?" Shuichi didn't reply

Korekiyo walked in the scene, with a velvet colored rope in hand "i heard that you will be needing this, and so i give this rope to you Amami-san.." Korekiyo handed him the rope " Thanks Kiyo." Amami tied up Shuichi but didn't question on how Korekiyo found the rope but he isn't complaining "Kekehehe.. it is no problem Amami-san..." weirdo..

After they tied him up, they investigated the crime scene first before talking to him because that will waste their time, as they all went to the trial grounds, with Shuichi still tied up. Kaito guarding so he couldn't run away.

"So.. Shuichi, Why did you plan on killing your S/O. Your S/O." Rantaro said. Even if he is not your S/O he cared abiut you deeply, to just see your dead body fuels him with rage "Y-yeah.. Why Shuichi, you guys loved eachother so deeply, i don't understand why you k-killed them." Kaede tried not to sob, but horribly failed "I... i-i didn't mean to kill them, i was tired, stupid.. just vote me out already, i don't care if i die." .. Nobody tried to argue against him, he already admitted it, no point of arguing anyway

"Man you guys got it right! That was boring. an accidental death! Woohoo surely they wouldn't forgive him, he killed them. They wanted to live, yet. You.. killed... them! Puhuhuhu..lets get with on it, i have a special punishment for the ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara!" Some of the people were clenching their fists, the ultimate detective.. was going to get executed "Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIIIME!"

...

..

.

Huh? What..

What? Why is he, in a pod? He saw someone outside of the pod..is that? No way, S/O?

You opened the pod, smiling at him "well hello there Shuichi, it's so good to see you again." You held his hand, he looked dumbfounded, soon tears started to build up "S-S/O!" He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go "I'm s-so sorry.. i didn't mean to kill you! I-i... you can hurt me, anything to make you satisfied with what happened.." Shuichi begged you to do it.. he's sobbing, he's so sorry "it's okay dear, i know you didn't mean it! I forgive you! I don't care how many times you hurt me, i'll always forgive you Shuhara. I love you too much for me to not forgive you, or anyone." You caressed his face, smiling softly at him.

"A-ah.." he looked down before smiling, you standed up and he followed what you did "Now, let's go and watch the others now Detective Shuhara."

"Of course."

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[sisterspooky1013]

Tell Me When by SisterSpooky1013

For @inuendo-outuendo for the 2021 X Files Smut fanfic exchange

3982 words / Rated E / Read it here on AO3

“Scully?” he asks, and she realizes she didn’t hear the question.

“Hm?”

“Do you want the last slice of pizza?” he repeats, pointing to the nearly empty box of Canadian bacon and pineapple.

She shakes her head, taking a deep breath to ground herself in the moment. They sit on the bed in his motel room, reviewing case notes while a rerun of MASH plays on the small TV. He’s been going on about how often arson investigators are wrong about the origin of the fire, and how the way that they determine that an accelerant was used has been widely disputed. That they should not form their opinions on this case around the theory that the fire was set intentionally.

She’s been trying to listen, trying very hard, but he’s wearing that shirt. That Queen T-shirt with the hole in the armpit. It’s the one he was wearing when-

She closes her eyes tight against the memory.

“You okay?” he asks, and the genuine concern in his voice really isn’t helping.

“Yeah, I’m just tired, I think I’ll go to bed,” she replies, rising from her seat beside him.

She passes through the adjoining door between their rooms, pulling her side closed before she flops onto the bed with an exasperated exhale. It’s been over a month and she expected it to get better with time, but it’s only getting worse.

That night had been a mistake. A stupid, thoughtless mistake. She’d made the conscious decision to step close and press her fingertips into his hip bones, steadying herself against him as she pushed up on to her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. Everything after that had been choices her body made with no concern at all for what her mind might have to say in the matter. It was like an out of body experience, her consciousness hovering above them and watching helplessly as she sated every desire she’d been suppressing for seven years and some months.

The phrase “it all happened so fast” had always struck her as cliche. And yet one second they were kissing, and the next his fingers were deep inside her, stroking her g-spot as she struggled to pull in a full breath. She blinked and his tongue was between her thighs, lapping at her as though her pussy alone could sustain his life, like he needed her more than air. She pushed gently at his head, making excuses, telling him he didn’t have to. When he pinned her hands to the bed and doubled his efforts, she came hard against his tongue, so hard she saw stars. She blinked again and now it was his cock that was inside her, slipping in and out fast and hard, knocking her rhythmically against his headboard until he wrapped his hand around her skull protectively. Blink again and she was in her car on the way home, chewing nervously on her lip as her consciousness settled back into her body. As it asked her what she had done. She might have tried to convince herself she’d imagined it, if not for the slick of his cum in her panties and the tenderness between her legs when she washed herself in the shower the next morning.

Regret. Shame. Embarrassment. Facing him again was the hardest thing she’s ever done, and she’s done some hard things. She’d knocked on his apartment door, unable to meet his eye when he answered. Unable to look at his face as she told him that it was a mistake, and how sorry she was for initiating it. He didn’t speak as she stared at his long bare toes against the hardwood, begging that they pretend it never happened. When she was finished, she forced a glance at him and his expression was neutral, open, accepting.

“Okay,” he’d said, and she left. They haven’t spoken of it since.

Peeling herself from her motel bed, she flips on the shower. Scrubbing the memory from her skin, she attempts to wash it down the drain along with the slickness that had gathered between her legs while thinking about it. She knows it was a mistake, and she knows that it can’t happen again. She knows this, and yet her body betrays her. The smell of his deodorant alone is enough to send her into a tailspin, drawing her to him like a heat seeking missile. There’s a certain way he groans when he’s frustrated that is remarkably similar to the sound he made while his lips were wrapped around her clit. She’s found herself trying to frustrate him just to hear it. She wants him again, so badly. But she can’t. She won’t.

Fully cleansed, she pulls on a T-shirt and cotton shorts. The shower did very little to quench her thirst and so she decides to try working as a distraction. She left Mulder’s room before she had a chance to review the most recent autopsy report, and she was in such a hurry to get out of there that she hadn’t even grabbed it. Moving to the adjoining door, she opens her side to see that his is slightly ajar, their standard signal that company is welcome. Pushing it open slowly, she opens her mouth to speak but stops short when she sees him.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed, facing her. A towel covers his head and he’s rubbing it roughly over his hair, drying off after a shower. He is fully nude, droplets of water trailing down his belly and beading in his dark thatch of pubic hair. He’s flaccid, but still impressive, the plump mushroom tip of him resting invitingly against his scrotum. Her heart starts thrumming in her chest like a jackhammer and she slides her tongue along her lower lip, breath coming out in pants like a dog in heat. She practically salivates at the sight of him, new wetness pooling where she had just washed it away.

When she forces her eyes higher, over the ripples of his taut abdomen and the smooth plain of his chest, she finds that the towel is now draped around his neck, and he’s looking at her curiously.

Her eyes widen in surprise and shock, her mouth rooting for words. Any words. Say. Words. Dana. A tiny smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Mulder. Um, your door was open,” she finally stammers, averting her eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replies, pulling the towel down and wrapping it around his hips. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?”

She can feel her cheeks redden even further, if that’s possible.

“I just...I came to get the autopsy report,” she says, hand still on the doorknob, gaze on the floor.

He walks over to the small desk and picks up a folder before bringing it to her. He’s so close, and so fresh and smooth, and so...Mulder. He holds the folder out to her and she can feel the warmth radiating off his skin. She takes it, dropping her arm to her side, and then just stands there. It’s like he has a magnetic pull on her that she can’t break away from. Compelled by a force more powerful than her self control, she stays right where she is.

“Something else I can do for you, Scully?” he asks in a syrupy voice, and she lifts her eyes to look at his face. His irises are wide and dark, his lips slightly parted. He’s aroused.

“Mulder…” she says, but can’t quite finish the thought. She doesn’t quite need to.

He steps a little closer, invading her space, inviting her into his. He’s still holding eye contact.

“Mulder, we shouldn’t. We can’t.” She scolds her own voice for coming out so weak, so unconvincing.

“Why?” he asks in a tender whisper that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“We agreed, Mulder. We agreed that it should never have happened. That it can’t happen again.”

He sighs. “I didn’t agree to anything, Scully. You said you wanted to forget it ever happened and I respected your wishes. That doesn’t mean I feel the same way.”

She drops her gaze to somewhere around his shoulder. “We work together, Mulder. It’s unprofessional, and inappropriate, and….we can’t.”

“Okay. Like I said, if that’s what you want then I’ll respect it. Sorry for being captain obvious here, Scully, but you’re the one who’s still standing in my room,” he says before adding in a low tone, “I can’t help but wonder if you’re trying to convince me or yourself.”

She drops her eyes even lower, frustrated with herself because he’s right, and her eye catches the tent at the front of his towel. He’s hard. She swallows. She looks up at his face again and she can see his jaw working with restraint, his breaths controlled and shallow. She’s told him no and he will never, ever violate that boundary; he respects her too much. Which is a real shame because right now she wishes that he would ignore everything she’s saying and throw her onto his bed.

No such luck. She has to make a conscious choice.

Her fingers trembling, she reaches out and tentatively touches the edge of the towel at his hips. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, a stream of air rushing out of his nose. Letting the file drop to the floor, she brings her other hand to lie on his chest, feeling the quickened pace of his heartbeat under her palm and the smooth, shower-fresh warmth of his skin. His eyes are on her mouth and she opens it reflexively, inviting him inside. He’s stock still, unmoving. Wordless invitations are not sufficient. She’s verbally told him no, and now she must verbally tell him yes.

“Kiss me,” she says in a near-whisper, in someone else’s voice, with someone else’s intentions.

A tiny little groan echoes in the depths of his throat.

“I’d like to, Scully, but you just told me you didn’t want to do that. I’m not sure I can live through another morning-after regret conversation,” he says in reply, and there’s pain in his voice.

Her heart aches, knowing that she’d hurt him with her own self-judgment. She’d rejected him without meaning to.

“I’m sorry, Mulder,” she says softly, searching his face with her eyes. “It’s not about you, it’s me. I just...it’s not that I don’t want you. I do. But I’m afraid.”

His mouth puckers a little with emotion, maybe relief, knowing that it was never him she was running from. Knowing that she wants him.

He takes her hand from his chest, bringing it to his lips and kissing each finger tip one at a time as she watches, mesmerized. When he’s done, he places it back on his pectoral and covers it with both of his own.

“I would never hurt you, Scully,” he says with so much tenderness that tears prick at her eyes.

She nods softly. “I know,” she finally says, barely audibly.

He bends down then and kisses her, fully but sweetly. It’s a promise and an agreement, one they both commit to this time. As in all things, not knowing what the future holds but knowing that whatever it is they will get through it together.

She slips her index finger under the edge of the towel and tugs. It drops to the floor with a soft whoosh, draping around his feet. The kiss deepens, tongues gently exploring surfaces hard and soft, wet and hot. She wraps her arms around his waist, touching the skin of his bare back. Slipping her hands lower to cup his ass, she pulls him closer and they both groan when his growing erection pushes into her belly.

This isn’t happening so fast, she thinks. She is present, and consciously choosing this again and again. Choosing Mulder, choosing pleasure, choosing to let go for once.

He stoops down and slips his hands under her backside, lifting her up as her legs wrap around his hips. He takes two steps forward and her back is against the wall next to the open door between their rooms, his cock pushing against the juncture of her leg and crotch.

They kiss languidly as he thrusts gently against her, his hands snaking under her T-shirt to knead her breasts, pinching her nipples as she moans into his mouth. He’s so hard and so close, and she’s not wearing panties. The thought sends a throb to her clit. She shifts her hips around, dropping inches lower until he’s right there, the smooth head of him prodding against her opening, slipping right past the thin cotton of her shorts.

“Oh fuck,” he rumbles. “Is this okay?” he asks, needing to be sure before he goes any further.

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly, “please.”

He moans long and low, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck as he pushes and shifts, finding just the right angle until he slips inside, filling her.

Her head drops back against the wall, mouth falling open in ecstasy and relief, a single piercing cry echoing in the quiet hotel room.

He stays still for a moment, kissing her neck as his breath heaves in anticipation. When she tilts her head back down, taking his face between her palms and kissing him, he begins to slowly pump in and out. Long, deep, slow strokes. So different than before, so much less frenzied. The first time had felt like they were trying to finish before they got caught, or came to their own senses, or changed their minds. Now they take their time, kissing and stroking, touching and exploring, enjoying each sensation. The only sounds are the soft smacks of their lips, the occasional moans escaping their throats, and the wet slide of his length as he moves within her.

He pushes her shirt up to expose her breasts, dipping his head to take a peaked nipple between his lips and suckling gently as she scrapes her fingernails over his scalp in encouragement. Her back is starting to hurt from being crammed against the wall but she can’t bring herself to stop what they’re doing. Mulder must have been thinking something similar because he suddenly clutches her to him and walks them over to the bed, staying inside her all the way.

He lays her down on the edge of the bed, him standing before her, and pushes her shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Next he withdraws from her and tugs her shorts down and off her hips, his glistening hard-on bobbing in the space between them expectantly. She’s expecting him to slide back in and resume what they were doing, but instead he kneels on the floor between her legs. She looks down at him, preparing to speak. Preparing to object.

“If you don’t like this,” he interjects, “I won’t do it. But if you’re about to tell me not to bother because you think I’m just doing you a favor, you should know that this,” he pauses and drags his tongue in one long, hard stroke over her dripping sex, “is all I’ve thought about every day for the past month.”

Her eyes roll back in her head and she drops against the bed as he begins his assault, licking and lapping at her with all the devotion and enthusiasm she’s been conjuring in her own fantasies since that first night. His tongue is soft while his fingers are firm, spreading her open and dipping inside, flicking and grazing and pressing, skirting gently down over her asshole to gage her response, learning her. Two lessons in and he’s ready to graduate as an orgasm begins to tingle in her toes, building and building.

“Tell me,” he lifts his lips from her briefly to speak. “Tell me when you’re coming.”

She shudders, brought further just by the sound of his voice. She’s almost there. She feels the telltale clench that will bring her over the edge and he groans, feeling the same thing around his fingers, or his tongue. She doesn’t know what part of him is inside her but she doesn’t care. Her breath is hitching, her moans continuous, drying out her open mouth until she swallows hard, trying to gather enough saliva to effectively speak.

Swell, rising, peaking, up to the point she can go no higher, she can’t turn back, not that she wants to. It’s inevitable now.

“Oh, I’m coming,” she pants, and he growls as she falls apart, throbbing against his mouth as he continues to stroke her with his tongue. His fingers are deep inside pushing against her pulsing g-spot, making it longer, harder, better than it has ever been. After the initial explosion he continues to tease smaller waves of pleasure from her and she doesn’t think she’s ever continued to orgasm for this long. She hears a fricative sound and sees his arm pumping vigorously. He’s touching himself.

“Oh my god,” she croons, overwhelmed by sensation, by pleasure, by release.

It becomes too much and she touches the top of his head, signals him to stop, then pushes herself away from the edge of the bed and lays on the pillows at the head. He climbs up beside her, nestling into her side and kissing her face tenderly while his hardness prods her thigh.

She kisses his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue, and reaches down to stroke him firmly. He groans and bucks into her hand, and she lets her leg fall to the side, tugging on his arm until he rolls on top of her. He slips back in easily, she is so wet and ready, and they quickly resume the pace they’d enjoyed against the wall. Long, firm strokes accompanied by deep kisses and hands exploring. He lifts her leg and rests it on his shoulder, deepening his angle, and while she knows she can’t come again this soon it still feels so damn good. He’s breathing hard and his eyes are closed, his mouth falling open and his eyebrows lifting impossibly higher as he approaches his own release.

“Tell me,” she says, panting. “Tell me when you’re coming.”

His eyes shoot open and he looks at her with a ravenous expression, intense and frantic as he quickens his pace. The rhythmic slapping of their bodies as they meet is deafening, the soft nudge of his balls against her ass on each upstroke a sensation she will recall later and blush. His face crumples, the sweet agony of orgasm distorting his features into something beautiful and vulnerable.

“I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming,” he bellows, and she feels the hot spurt of him against her cervix, the throb of him against her still-sensitive walls.

She watches him raptly, mesmerized by this face that is new to her and so deeply intimate. Just when she thought she knew every expression that could inhabit his face, here is another one. Perhaps her new favorite.

He collapses, half his weight draped over her and half on the bed, and they lie there for minutes, catching their breath. Finally he stands and goes into the bathroom. She hears the tap running and he comes back with a dampened washcloth, dragging it gently between her legs. The gesture is so tender and sweet, it makes her chest ache.

He returns, turning off the light and slipping under the sheets to lie beside her, curling his lanky frame around her petite one.

“Stay,” he says in a pleading tone. He’s expecting her to say no.

“Okay,” she replies.

They fall asleep in each other’s arms.

&&

He wakes to the unfamiliar sensation of a naked backside tucked firmly against his groin. Blinking in the darkened room, he remembers and smiles against her hair, pulling in a deep breath full of her shampoo and the smell of their sex. His arm is draped over her waist, one hand cupping a warm breast, and he can feel himself growing hard against her. His initial reaction is to be embarrassed and try to conceal it, but then he has the thought that maybe he doesn’t have to anymore. As his cock stiffens, it finds itself wedged between his leg and the bottom of her ass cheek and he instinctively thrusts his hips a little, seeking friction. She stirs and he freezes, feigning sleep. Her breathing tells him that she’s awake, maybe having the same moment of realization he did. When she wiggles her backside against him a little, he’s sure. He groans and she does it again, more firmly this time. He allows his hand to squeeze gently at the breast currently in its possession and it’s her turn to moan. He’s thrusting against her in earnest now, his length threading between her ass cheeks until he feels her hand touch the head, pressing it against her opening until he routes inside.

Hot, wet, and tight. So unbelievably tight. He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and kisses the skin there frantically, pumping at a pace he won’t be able to keep up for long. Reaching down, he grasps her knee and pulls her leg up to hitch the ankle behind his thigh, then slips his hand down to touch the place where their bodies meet. His fingers slide along the length of his own cock as it pistons in and out of her, gathering moisture, before he circles her clit with his middle finger. He experiments with different levels of pressure and patterns of movement until he finds the one that makes her clench around him as her breath hitches in her throat. They haven’t said a word, but she is pulsing and whimpering and he’s close, so close that he hopes she gets there soon or he might leave without her. Suddenly, she hisses out “oh god, oh yes, oh god,” and then he feels her grip him like a vice. The feeling of her coming around him is overwhelming and he follows her over the edge, muttering obscenities into her ear as he pours himself into her.

This time there is no towel. He falls back asleep before he’s even fully retreated from her, clutching her to him like the prize that she is. Mine, mine, mine, he wants to tell her, but he doesn’t.

It’s 6 am when he hears the beeping of her alarm through the wall, and she’s untangling herself from his arms, sticky and sweat-damp. He’s so afraid that he’ll have to see the shame in her eyes as she tells him again that he was a mistake, so he pretends to be asleep. Before she crosses the boundary back into her own space, she leans over him and kisses his sleep-still lips, lingering for a beat. He’s too cautious to let himself think that’s a good sign; once bitten twice shy and all.

Ninety minutes later she joins him in the rental car, showered and pressed and erased of any sign of their entanglement. He watches her for indications that she’s upset; avoiding eye contact, stiff posture, set jaw. He sees none of that, just regular old Scully, carefully cradling her styrofoam cup of shitty motel coffee as she settles into the passenger seat. She glances at him and worry clouds her face as she catches his pensive expression.

“You okay, Mulder?” she asks, eyebrows furrowed in that way he finds adorable.

He nods reassuringly, a small smile on his lips. “Just tired, didn’t get enough sleep,” he offers, not thinking through the implication.

“Sorry about that,” she says softly before taking a sip of her coffee, and he can see the smile she’s trying to hide behind the cup.

“Don’t be,” he returns, starting the engine as a feeling of relief and contentment washes over him. “More than worth it.”

Tagging @today-in-fic

[genevievemd]

head scratches e and g

Confessions

Book: Open Heart: Third Year Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 1399 Rating: G Category: fluff, hurt/comfort Trope(s): and they were in the office

Summary: MC has been feeling unsteady, and Ethan has finally noticed. 

No Warnings

A/N: this turned into a post ch 4 (bk 3) fic. Because I’m a little disappointed that PB didn’t let us talk to Ethan about the weird shit he was doing with Harper. Also look at me, once again using a one word title, because I suck at titles and its 3 am and I’m too tired to try to come up with something better. 

The sun sets outside the floor to ceiling windows, casting the diagnostics office a dance of shadows and lights. Ethan gets up from the desk, walking over to shut off the fluorescent lights leaving the room in growing darkness. He rolls his neck as he returns to the desk, turning on the lamp on the wooden surface. 

He’s felt a migraine forming all afternoon, since Leland’s bombshell that Ethan’s rival would now be joining his team. The sense that all control is steadily slipping through his fingers, growing by the day, by the hour it seems. 

What was promised to be a democracy was now nothing but a dictatorship disguised in new equipment and pay raises. 

Ethan closes his eyes, leaning back in the chair, desperately trying to cling onto the thoughts of the one good and stable thing he has left. 

Genevieve. 

“How are you feeling?” 

A soft voice breaks through the silence, Ethan opening his eyes to see the very thing he was thinking of standing in the doorway. A pleasant warmth runs through him, he’s not a man that believes in fate, but there is something utterly divine in the way she appears at the very moment he needs her. 

Genevieve walks to the desk, every step that brings her closer settling the anxiety and rage boiling inside him. She smiles sweetly at him, perching herself on his desk.

“Like I’m slowly losing control.” Ethan sits up, a hand coming to rest on her knee, thumb tracing circles on her skin. “It’s bad enough we have to deal with Bloom, but now I have to contend with Tobias as his lapdog, as well.” 

“You have me, though,” Her green eyes fill with warmth as she leans forward, holding his cheek delicately in her hand. “And I’ll always be on your side.” 

“I know. I’m incredibly thankful for that, believe me.” 

They share a smile, that four letter word swirling around his head for the umpteenth time as they get lost in each other. Gen breaks the spell, hopping off the desk and settling in his lap. His arms come around her without a second thought, pulling her impossibly closer. 

“How can I help?” Her words are nothing more than a whisper as her fingers trace his jawline. 

“There’s nothing you can do, unfortunately.” 

“I can at least try and alleviate some stress. It’s what girlfriends are for, after all.” 

The word girlfriend sparks something inside him, setting his heart into a rapid beat. They haven’t discussed terms, which is mostly his fault. In the moments when he has Gen alone, he spends the time doing everything but talking. The need to make up for the months he had spent pushing her away taking precedence over defining what they are to each other. But he knows they need to have that talk soon, he can see her growing impatient and hesitant with each passing day. 

Gen takes off his glasses, tossing them onto the desk. She threads her fingers in his hair, scratching lightly as she goes. He closes his eyes again, forehead coming to rest on her shoulder as her fingers continue to weave through his hair.  

“I meant what I said at lunch, G. Just having you in the room makes me feel more at peace.” 

“Should I stop then?” 

“Absolutely not.” He kisses the side of her neck, nuzzling sweetly. “I will take any and all forms of affection from you.” 

“Quite the difference from last year, Doctor ‘We Need a Reset’.” 

“We all have a lapse in judgment from time to time.” 

“Mhm.” He can feel her giggle, his arms tightening around her. 

They settle into an easy quiet, drawing comfort from a shared space. 

As much as he wants to get lost in her touch, he can’t help but fall back to the thoughts of Gen’s newfound uncertainty. Ethan’s half sure it has something to do with him, but he hopes more than anything that it’s not. Praying instead that it all falls to the new easy comradery of the team and the ever growing changes their employer makes. 

He wants nothing more than for Genevieve to confide in him, lean on him in the same way he leans on her. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you lately?” 

“It’s not important anymore.” 

“I beg to differ, Gen.” He presses a kiss to her shoulder before lifting his head to look at her. “You’ve been tossing and turning every night for a week. Something is wrong.” 

“I don’t want to ruin the moment or make you feel more stressed.” 

“So it’s me?” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You didn’t have to.” His brows furrow at her lack of honesty, she’s never been this closed off before. Its unnerving and so unlike her. Fear settles deep in his bones as their eyes meet, the need to find a solution growing with every second that passes. “I can’t fix it if you aren’t forthcoming.” 

“It’s already fixed, kind of.” She sighs, adverting her eyes from him again. “Harper more or less set things straight.” 

“Harper?” Ethan tilts his head, face scrunched in confusion. 

“I was... feeling unsteady, about my place on the team and with you.” 

“With me? The team I can understand, but I thought things were fine between us.” 

Her face drops, taking a breath. “You really have no idea?” 

Gen gets up from his lap, moving back to her previous spot on the desk. The distance she places between them is small, but enough to make his heart ache fiercely. 

“Let’s put it this way, if my ex joined the team and I spent more time reminiscing about our history - weddings and flamenco lessons and dates at some intimate bistro named after a freaking Disney character - and you had to sit here, constantly interrupted, looked over and forced to listen to every second of it, how would you feel?”

“I was doing that to you.” The pain he feels is instant, regret following quickly after. “I didn’t realize.” 

“Which, if I’m being honest, Ethan, makes it hurt ten times more. Because that says that you didn’t think of me or my feelings at all.” 

He wants to jump up and dispute her claims. She’s the only thing he thinks of on most days and it kills him that he’s somehow made her feel the opposite.

“I don’t care that you’re friends with your ex, Harper is wonderful. But when you sit here and talk about dates you went on and veer off topic to bring up some inside joke, it makes me feel like you don’t respect me or our relationship. Like this is a casual fling you could quickly let go off and not a committed relationship. Like I’m an afterthought and that isn’t fair to me.” 

Ethan stands from his chair, unable to cope with the distance between them any longer. He steps in front of her, holding her face in his hands. “This isn’t causal, Gen. Far from it. And you’re not an afterthought, you never have been.” 

“Yeah, well actions speak louder than words and half of your actions lately say otherwise.”

“You’re right. I was being inconsiderate and tactless” He can see by the way she pulls away that his words aren’t enough. If he’s going to really set things back into place, Gen is going to need a real apology. 

Ethan lets out a breath, holding her gaze for a long moment. “It was wrong of me to do that to you, even worse that I did it without realizing. Your thoughts and feelings are important to me, they take precedence. I’m sorry, Genevieve. Truly. It won’t happen again.” 

“Thank you.” She reaches for his hand, interlacing their fingers. 

“Not that there’ll be a next time, but should I do something this imbecilic again, feel free to call me out on it sooner rather than later.”

“Trust me, I will.” 

Her smile returns, brighter than it was when she’d walked in ten minutes ago. Ethan leans forward, pressing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. He gets bolder when she sighs, as she opens up to him and threads her fingers through his hair. 

“This is teetering towards a pg-13 rating.” Gen mutters against his lips, their foreheads pressed together as they catch their breaths. “Take me home.” 

“Whatever you want, Rookie.”

a/n: it took me all week to get this to a point where I liked it enough to post it. But we did it and I like it enough. 

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[kaisa-ryo]

Megumi Fushiguro NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Nothing can be better than looking at you, studying every part of your face up close. Watch how your eyelashes tremble, how your chest rises and falls, inhaling and exhaling air. So familiar, so lovable. What a beautiful and so necessary face at this moment. From time to time he wants to run his fingers over it, remember it, photograph it. I want to look at your face for a very, very long time. Then he drops those thoughts because he needs to focus on trying to sleep.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

Lips.

God, he so enjoys watching you bite them, lick them, paint them with glitter. This is essentially a small insignificant part of the body, but so demanding for courting and kissing. Yes, kisses ... Megumi so wants to touch them and do it yourself: bite, lick, paint with glitter ... After all, they seem so soft and delicious.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Into a condom. Even if it is not always convenient and completely satisfactory with an elastic band, Megumi still prefers to protect herself. In addition, it is useless to oppose this if you do not want problems in the future. But if you ever ask him to do it without a condom, he might even agree, though not right away. First, make sure that you really want it, since he was not ready to ever do this. So don't be surprised if he gets worried during the process.

D = Dirty secret

From time to time he thinks about how you will take full control over yourself. It makes him mentally convince himself what a lustful bitch you are for him. He understands how you revel in your own perfection, how this thin erotic veil allows you to devour him with your eyes, hypnotize. It almost makes you a god. But the deity should not so protrude his sexuality in front of his beloved. Therefore, if you do so, then in the morning Megumi will throw some reproach in your direction, but at the same time he himself will remain satisfied and completely satisfied.

E = Experience

There is. If in high school he was a cold-blooded bully with a good appearance, then it is possible that Megumi had favorites back then. Not to say that, under the influence of hormones, he wanted to fuck every girl, because on his mind he had only the goal of maintaining justice with vague and false concepts. Yet he tried it once. She was a girl with high status and good connections, which were beneficial for him to achieve his goal. Sex without commitment is not the best experience that can be obtained, because apart from the pleasure of the process, you do not feel attracted to your partner. But what you just do not go to achieve the goal, right? The guy did not particularly remember that incident, but a clear understanding of the foundations of the art of submission remained.

Now he doesn't want to remember school life, because both character and actions were not sugar at all. In addition, the intentions of what then and what from now are different, one should not exceed expectations. But speaking of being intimate with you, Fushiguro has acquired a real bond that makes intercourse more sensual.

F = Favorite position

A deck chair is a great option. It seems like an ordinary missionary, but both he and you have something to hold on to. And as a bonus, he sees your face, by which he can give an accurate analysis of how well you are now.

G = Goofy (Are you serious at this moment?)

Yes. Despite the main goal of getting pleasure, it is also important for him to control it. He is not afraid to death that everything will go downhill. It's just that perfect sex hasn't bothered anyone yet. In addition, it is not at all difficult for him to do as he wants. Therefore, he feels a great need for complete control over intercourse. If everything is done correctly, he feels proud of himself, which cannot but please him.

H = Hair (Is the hair ok?)

Hygiene is as important to him as every other aspect of his life, especially if it somehow, no matter how, concerns you. You never need to remind him of this, as he himself tries to take care of the intimate area as often as possible. Therefore, he is unlikely to have problems providing comfort for both of you.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

There is. These are mostly cute things that are usually not considered very important, but for you they are like a trophy. For example kisses on the forehead, crown of the head, knuckles of thin fingers, neck and shoulders. It is like a ritual dedicated to love for your beauty and uniqueness. Even if the process is not very sophisticated, you get pleasure every time. Towards the end, you realize that you have gained much more than the warmth from light, but sensitive touch.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

There is such a thing. And you don't have to be far away. If you have not done this for a long time, but for some reason he is afraid or does not want to offer you, then do not mind masturbating to one of your photos in the gallery.

K = Kink (Kinks and fetishes)

The guy is not indifferent to your body, no matter what shape it has. Feel his smell, touch, stroke, listen until all these tenderness reaches light bites, squeezes, licks ... He feels everything much more sophisticated than it seems. And nature is such that subconsciously very subtly feels desires. Even if they are not at all.

He likes it when you walk in sexy pajamas, stockings that accentuate the shape of your legs or open clothes, although he doesn't always approve of this, because he knows perfectly well that he is not the only one who likes your body.

I like to give you different jewelry because they look so perfect on you. It is not for nothing that people say: "It is not clothes that paint a person, but a person's clothes."

For Fushiguro, this is both the main aesthetics and a source of inexhaustible pleasure, which is noticeable with the naked eye.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Not a lover of variety, so the option with a bed is the most ideal for him. Moreover, the bed is large and soft, which allows you to do a lot without any discomfort. You often feel tired after sex (unless you're a sex addict), so in the case of a bed, you don't have to worry about passing out on the table or floor. Yes, with the bed, you are subject to almost all poses!

Fushiguro is also not cold to the sofa, which is not much different from the bed in terms of sex. On it he can relax while you ride it, clutching his shoulders or pants. The sofa is also a good control plane, which can be easily used if you understand that you need to get up. It's still convenient! Why do you even need a shower and a table?

M = Motivation

When you walk around the house in the open in only panties and a bra. He doesn't like it very much, but heck, he really doesn't want to admit that he is actually embarrassed and it still turns him on. And when he comes to pick you up from home to take you somewhere, and then finds you not ready, in only one underwear, he will be indignant at why you are still not dressed, then he will turn away, covering his face with his hand and making a slightly trembling exhale. At this time, you will notice how his cheeks and ears turn red and giggle softly, pulling on a T-shirt. Once you specifically asked him to fasten his bra, knowing that it will start. After all, in front of him, a close-up flaunts your completely naked back, which you can touch and stroke. It seems that another second and he will lose control of himself and go into a rage. Holding his breath, he will begin to gently stroke the delicate skin and excitedly run his fingers up and down the spine, feeling his legs trembling from the touch. You will have to bite your lips in order not to turn around, and all this time with concentration to look in the direction where your shadows are reflected in a black silhouette on the wall a few meters away.

Also no less exciting for him is your passion for something. If you diligently write an essay, essay, read interesting books, even just tap your nails on a hard surface - he will be immersed in your actions. After all, the main thing for him is not the process of action itself, but how you perform it. When Fushiguro sees you at work, he enjoys every second of what is happening.

N = No (Which won't do)

What he considers to be risk or abnormal.

Megumi is for healthy sex and will not settle for BDSM, role-playing or sadomasochistic procedures. Especially complete submission. It does not arouse and does not cause orgasm from the word at all. He believes that such an idiotic variety was invented by mentally ill people, after whom everything is repeated for the reason of "fashion", public manipulation and self-hypnosis. In addition, in order to decide on such an idea, you either need to be a crazy psychopath, or stop respecting yourself. At least Megumi thinks so and has no doubts about it.

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

In this regard, Fushiguro tries to maintain balance.

Yes, he likes to hear your drawn-out muffled moans. I like how you all wriggle under it and beg you not to stop. I like the way you cum. But it is no less exciting to see how you walk with your thin fingers along the entire length of his penis, and then clasp your lips and swallow it as deeply as possible, periodically circling the head with your dexterous tongue. Therefore, he is not inclined to prioritize. He continues to give you pleasure simply because he thinks it is right, and when he himself wants to feel pleasure, you will guess it yourself by his eyes, facial expression and swaying his hips in time with your movements.

P = Pace

As a rule, Megumi tries to do it in full force. Physical strength is still a man's trump card in love, and should not be underestimated. But it needs to be properly stimulated. Energy should not be pushed to the limit. Fushiguro was used to stretching his orgasm, speeding up and then stopping for ten seconds. Then the surge of feelings becomes even stronger. Too much speed will immediately lead to overwork, and the orgasm becomes smooth and short. It's too predictable. Of course, the guy is not a fan of variety, but that does not mean that you absolutely cannot pamper yourself, right?

Q = Quickie

Average. The most common.

And what else do you need? High speed does not allow you to feel the process properly, and low speed dampens all excitement and quickly gets bored. Medium is perfect for both of you.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Not ready.

You shouldn't force him to try new sensations. This will cause him discomfort or even anxiety, which will not lead to the best outcome. Once you talked to him about this, at the end he said that he didn’t like it and asked him not to bother with this topic anymore, since even the thought of it introduces him into slight stress. Not because of the experiments themselves, but the very fact of their fear. He is currently struggling with this because he wants to be completely perfect for you. However, it is unacceptable for him that it is easy for him to control the process, but it is so difficult to start experimenting in terms of sexual relations. He will definitely deal with it. Not right away, but it will cope.

S = Stamina (Stamina)

Pretty decent

Getting pleasure is enough for both of you, so you have the strength to wash in the shower, make tea, read a book and just lie around, warming your bodies with hugs. It even happens that there is enough strength to walk along the street, restoring not only physical balance, but also emotional one. Still, a walk in the fresh air with conversations on various topics does not let you forget that your love is real and is not a farce for sexual gratification.

T = Toys

It treats all their varieties badly.

Another trinket invented by the unbalanced and sexually addicted. You both have enough and an ordinary hookup without stupid "decorations".

* In fact, once the thought flew through his head about how you would react if he shoved a vibrator into your vagina as close to your clitoris as possible. And how he later, in all seriousness, assured himself that he would not offer you such a thing for anything. Recalls a magazine article about sexual fantasies among teenagers at thirteen. As a result, having mentally slapped myself in the face, I never thought about it again.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

Yes!

He doesn't like to admit it, but oh my god, how your pleading and sobbing drives him crazy. At such moments, he seems to be in seventh heaven. He would like to listen to them, but then all the pleasure from the upcoming orgasm will disappear. He wants to satisfy his desire as soon as possible, but he really doesn’t want your sweet voice to stop at such seconds ... And when you finally finish, everything inside him contracts. Because now you shout his name instead of muffled moans. It feels like he is special to you. Yes, only he can make you make a mess in your body, which was just so obedient. Only with him can you finally plunge you into ecstasy.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

At first, he is silent, as if swallowed his tongue. But by the middle it already starts to grow. But if you only knew how uncontrollable he is in the end ... although, why am I crucifying here? Of course you know.

At this time, along with orgasm, he realizes how fucking he is. So inside him begins a feverish flow of internal current, and at the same time a fire flares up in his heart, turning into a high.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

When you first slept, the spontaneous thought came to you to look into his phone. Nothing criminal, you just wanted to make sure you were the first.

Waking up first and looking at the phone, which surprisingly had no password, you checked the list of contacts that were not embellished in some way, and in general there were not as many of them as you expected. But you, apparently, so much enjoyed digging into his personal life, feeling like a real Sherlock, that you decided to look at Google. There already began something from which you simply could not help but emit an unrestrained laugh: more than ten tabs related to sexual relations, the structure of the vagina, the consequences of the "first time", precautions for intercourse and a bunch of other things. You could hardly restrain your laughter so as not to wake up your loved one, who apparently became a real Alpha and a sex guru in just one evening.

It's been a long time since that moment, but you still haven't admitted to him that you then got into his phone.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

14.5 cm during erection ± 1

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

Megumi cannot be called “lonely-touchy-with-a-broken-heart”, but “addict” is certainly not about him. This is an unexpected manifestation of desire when he himself begins to kiss your neck, in the hope of showing your initiative. Usually you make love at your request or at a noticeable hint. Fucking you in bed, he is not looking for any benefit for it and is not chasing cheap bonuses. He thinks that he is simply satisfying his sexual need, and does not go further so that you, too, do not get hung up on sex as an important part of your life.

4/10

Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

Quickly, if you are not trying to distract him with conversations (you are not always sure that you did everything right and completely satisfied him).

If you want to annoy him with requests, for example, if you are cold and you tell him about it, he will immediately cover you with a blanket. But you are more cunning and you do not need a blanket at all, but his strong arms.

— Mmm... and I wanted to warm myself in your arms...

Then Fushiguro will roll his eyes, sigh loudly and hug you from behind.

— I want you to kiss the top of my head! — you will rather smile when he reluctantly, but still will do it.

— Will you sing me a lullaby? - then the guy will understand that further you are just making fun of him.

— Maybe you still dance?

— What a good idea! Stand by that closet.

— Sleep, princess.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JACKSON ‘JAX’ TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Helloo! Could I request a jax teller x reader! A Jealousy one💕 Thank you

Anon #2 asked: 87+104 w/ jax teller please?

Prompts:

87. “Put on my kutte”.

104. “Don’t ask me to stop, I’m just gonna go harder”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Having fun with Rafi?”

His voice doesn't surprise you, giving him your back while you look for the tequila Marcus has asked for. You know exactly what's happening and you're trying to not laugh in his face, or this shit is going to be serious. But it's the same situation when Sons of Anarchy and Mayans have a party together. Rafi, president's right hand, is pretty kind with you and an interesting man, so yes. You have a lot of fun talking about something else than motorbikes, drugs, guns and bitches. Before you can turn around to leave the warehouse, a hand surrounds your throat, feeling Jax's chest accommodating against your back.

“I. Asked. You. A. Question”. He says into your ear, sounding a little angry and upset.

You know exactly how it works, how he works. But you're not in this shit anymore. It's been six months since you fucked for the first time. Sex is good. So fucking good. But you're catching feelings and you don't know if he cares about you in the same way. His jealousy confuses you, because no man can touch you but you gotta put up with whores flirting with him.

“Yes”. You just say, keeping some seconds of silence. “I'm having fun with my friend. Are you having fun with those bitches, uh? All th—”.

“We are not talking about me, darling”. His free arm wraps your abdomen, pushing you a little more closer, while his fingers squeeze your neck.

“We should”.

You know that these words have confused him when he puts away his hands to let you turn around. You're frowning your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I'm not… gonna blame you for anything. But if I don't have the right to tell you who can or who can't touch you, you're not gonna do it, Jackson”. You say with a firm tone of voice.

The man turns his legs to stretch a hand and close the door, locking it to not be bothered by anybody. You can see how his face turns from confusion to incredulity, from zero to one hundred, in just one second.

“I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)”.

“Then, prove it. But don't demand me a respect that you don't show me. You wanna be fuck friends? Cool. I don't have any… compromise or a relationship with you, I get it. But then, I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do”.

“That's it? It's a question of status?”

“It's a question of that I love you, Jax. I truly do. For who you are to me, not for who you are to them. I don't give a shit about your club and your matching outfits of badass bikers. I'm more into what you make me feel when we're alone, without having a knife hanging on your belt”.

“So, you're basically asking me to be my Old Lady”.

“No, Jax! Why the fuck you end up bringing everything to the club business? You're not the fucking president of the United States, and I'm not that… bitch. I wa—”.

“The club is my life. And if you don't understand it, it's because you don't know me, (Y/N)”.

You nod. You don't want to think about these words, because it's enough pain what you are feeling without thinking about it.

“Then, I don't know you. And I don't want to”. You sentence, before leaving the warehouse. And the party.

You would be lying if you say that you slept last night. Even if you didn't want it, his last words were chasing you the whole time, walking through your house and touring every room trying to get tired to sleep. But there you are, sitting at the table in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee and having a sip. Your gaze is in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if you are disappointed or dealing with a broken heart.

The door ring pushes you back to the real world, dragging backwards the chair to get up from it. Covering your mouth with a hand, because of a loud yawn, you open the main door to find Jax there. He looks like shit too, with the same black bags under his eyes, the same clothes and messy tufts of blonde hair falling on his forehead. Supporting a shoulder against the frame, you cross your hands on your abdomen.

“Can I come in?”

“No”.

He nods biting the inside of his lower lip.

“I'm sorry about last night”.

“Yeah, me too”.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry for telling you about my feelings. The last thing I was expecting was you shitting on them”.

“Listen…” He says rubbing his face with both hands, pulling back his hair. “I'm sorry for talking to you as I did. I really want you to be my girlfriend, or whatever you want”.

“Why now do you want it? What you didn't want it like… seven hours ago? What changed? That I sent you to hell? Is that? I didn't know you were the kind of child who wants his toy back, when someone else is playing with it”.

“Could you please stop being this rude?”

“This rude? Oh, do you mean the same ‘rude’ you were last night, Jackson?” Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.

“I'm telling you that I love you, (Y/N)”.

“Good, thank you. Anything else?”.

“Shit… If you were one of my brothers…”

“What? You would punch me?” Standing up from the door, you raise both eyebrows. “Try me, blonde bitch”.

Adopting the look on your face, he can't believe what he's hearing. But he likes it. He likes the fact that you're talking to him without giving a shit about his club, his job, or whatever other thing. Touring his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, he gives a quick step to grab your throat with ringed fingers, pushing you into your house to close the door. You're not scared, you're not even thinking about defending yourself because you already know what it's going to happen.

The blonde man crashes your lips with his, tangling your fingers on the Reaper Crew shirt under the kutte, while you walk backwards to the sofa. He urges you to sit on his lap with his legs among yours, pawing your body desperately while your hips swing over the growing lump under his jeans. The rage because of your behaviors and the feeling of alleviate get mixed inside your mouth, and your tongues giving a pulse to each other. Taking you off the shirt over your hair, his teeth attack one of your nipples to suck and bite it, while the other receives the attention it needs pinching it with his fingers. Yours getting tangled on his hair, gasping with closed eyes, looking for some friction for your core.

“Fuck, Jax…”

“Don't ask me to stop, darling, I'm just gonna go harder”. He growls onto your skin undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

Without asking for it, nor expecting, Jax thrusts two ringed fingers inside you using all his strength, until his hand finds your limits. A pleasure scream comes out from your mouth, with his pace speeding up.

“You're the only bitch I'm gonna fuck”.

“Call me bitch again and…”

You can't stop the threat, when he pounds you harder.

“You what, honey? I didn't hear you”.

You try to speak two times more, having the same result. Jackson is teasing you and chuckling because of your reactions, until you slap his chest.

“Fuck me, baby”. You get to say, looking for his blue eyes.

“Get up, take off those panties and put on my kutte”.

Following the instructions in silence, the Son takes the advantage to roll down his jeans and his boxers to his ankles, throwing away his own shirt. His right hand goes to his hard dick, the one you love to ride and suck, watching you so focused on the way you have to wear the leather kutte of his club. And he can swear that he hasn't seen anything more perfect than it. Jerking himself off, Jax looks at you kneeling over the sofa to sit on him.

“I would let you be my president”. He jokes rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, provoking you a soft moan. “I love how your pussy feels, darling… Warm as fuck, suffocating me, suffocating my cock. I wanna fuck it every night. I wanna fuck you every night”.

“And every morning”.

“All the time”.

Moving your waist from back to forward, you focus your attention on his parted lips begging for something else.

“Ride me, darling”. He asks, getting a little more comfortable on the sofa.

You bounce onto his cock without waiting for any single word, separating your legs over the cushion to go deeper. Jax is big, so big, and when you're more than one day without being fucked by him, you need to take some seconds to adapt your tightness to how hard he is.

“This pussy drives me insane… You're so fucking wet I could drown myself in it”. He mumbles putting a hand on your pelvis to bring his thumb to your clit, stroking it to make you feel better. “I could eat you out the whole time. You're fucking delicious”.

“I'm gonna fuck you like no one else can, my prince”. You mutter resting your forehead on his, before starting to move.

And you don't work him slow like sometimes, you go rough, fast and anxious hitting your g-spot every time you let your body fall down. Every pound brings you to heaven, drinking his pleasured grunts when your wetness wraps his sensible skin so fast that he doesn't have time to finish a moan and start another one. Your hips dance furious above him, trying to show to the Son one of the things you can offer him, although he already knows it well.

His free hand slaps your ass hardly, making your back get arched because of the stinging, screaming out his name every time he does it; as if he was punishing you. But you like it. You like that he doesn't control himself, wanting to please you every single second, while you ride wildly his cock. Your cock. He has you bewitched, rapturous, out of the world with his thumb jerking off your clit with the same speed that you're fucking him. No mercy, non-stop, careless. Just you two giving in to your most primal instincts.

Leaning over him you catch his mouth with your teeth, biting his lips before kissing them, with all his fingers getting nailed on your buttocks. Squeezing and pinching them, leaving some beautiful marks that are going to hurt like hell.

“Shit, darling… Look at your fucking precious pussy, engorging my big dick once and again… to the limit.. Does it feel good? Do you like my dick, uh?”

“Yes… I fucking love it. I fucking love when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth inside my car”.

“Yeah, you like it? How much, my princess? Tell me”.

“Fucking much, Jackson… I love when you wake me up fucking my pussy, always ready for you. And when you're so fucking jealous, grabbing my throat and impaling me until making me cum”.

“Do you like that much?”

You nod in silence, feeling your legs starting to shake close to the orgasm.

“What about my mouth? Do you like it?”

“Fuck… Yes, Jackson. I love when you eat my pussy… When you come from the club and eat my wet pussy on the counter… Your tongue licking me, oh, shit…”

“You taste so good, my love… I love your little pussy”.

“Fuck, Jax… I'm gonna fucking cum…”

“Go harder, baby. I wanna feel you”.

You speed up with every thrust to your center, being wrapped by the sweat and the heat of the moment, crying out his name with your back arched at the moment you reach the orgasm. He fills you up, maintaining your gaze and enjoying the look on your face. So pleased, so ecstatic, running out of air.

“Put on your knees, darling… I'm gonna fuck your mouth as you like”.

You have to take some seconds on top of him to process the order, before doing it, settling yourself between his legs over the floor. Jax grabs your head with both hands pounding your mouth with fury, while your lips wrap all his extension, hitting your throat once and again. It hurts you sometimes, but you love it. The Son presses his swollen glans against your limits when he fills your mouth up, feeling his hot cum spilling inside it. He growls loudly lifting up a little his pelvis, with your nose touching his skin, forcing you to take it all.

“Fuck, darling… Fuck… It feels so fucking good…”

When he frees yourself of his cock, and some threads of your saliva mixed with his seed falls down by the corner or your lips, Jackson urges you to lie down on the sofa while you try to recover your breath. And when you're trying it, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, his tongue finds your throbbing core sucking it as if it was going to be the last thing he was to do in his life. Placing both legs over his shoulders, he cleans every trail of your juices, drinking them so delighted that you're about tu cum a second time when he slides three fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson!”

Shrinking under his caresses, you bring down your hands to his hair, sinking his face into your pussy. He's devouring it like no one else could do it, keeping his eyes on you with his ringed fingers fucking you so painfully pleasant that you can't help but find the ecstasy again. The heat is suffocating you, but he doesn't stop. His tongue toures your entrance, before catching your clit among his teeth biting it gently.

“FUCK, JACKSON… JACKSON, PLEASE, STOP”.

You're inside a bubble of pleasure and you are about to cry. You have never felt this good, but he's making it up to you as hard as he can. Pulling out his fingers of your tired pussy, he licks them crawling above your body before tucking them inside your mouth.

“Taste them… This is the most fucking delicious thing I ever had the opportunity to relish, darling”.

Tasting yourself, you spread your legs to give him some space for his body.

“I fucking love you, keep it in your fucking mind, (Y/N)”.

[jaskierswolf]

A Thirst Like Flames

Part 1/6 - Also on AO3

(Part 2, 3, 4)

Rated E - for smutty reasons. __________

There was an itch prickling over Dandelion’s skin, a constant ache in the pit of his stomach and his mind felt hazy at all hours of the day. He watched the sun creep behind the horizon, quill in hand, the long feather brushing against his cheek, willing for some kind of inspiration, anything to distract him from the never ending lust. He couldn’t help it, he was a young man in his prime and he’d spent the last few months in the wilderness with a rather gorgeous witcher.

 They’d barely had enough coin between them to stock up on supplies let alone stay at inns or whorehouses, and Dandelion was really starting to feel it. He hadn’t even had the privacy to have a good wank in days. As much as he adored his new witcher companion, he was ready to drive one of those beautifully made witcher swords through Geralt’s chest. There was only so much they could take of each other’s company and living in each other’s pockets for months on end was taking its toll on the poet.

 “Geralt,” he snapped as the witcher prodded the growing fire with a stick, sparks flying into the sky.

 The flames bathed Geralt in a soft warm orange glow, casting almost magical shadows over his features. The witcher looked ethereal in the forest, a real creature of the wilds. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and Dandelion couldn’t help but stare at the muscles of Geralt’s forearms, muscles he’d seen kill both man and monster like they were nothing but flowers underfoot.

 “What is it, Dandelion?” Geralt grumbled, not looking up from the flames.

 Dandelion scoffed, pulling his hat from his head and placing it carefully on the ground beside him, smoothing out the feather, relishing in the sensation of the soft bristles between his fingers. It tickled slightly against his sensitive skin, and his traitorous mind imagined what it would feel like for a lover, that definitely didn’t resemble Geralt, to stroke the feather across his naked skin. His cock started to harden in his trousers and he pulled his hat into his lap. “Can you go get some firewood or something, anything, please?” Dandelion hissed, feeling utterly pathetic but if he didn’t get his hand on his cock soon then he was going to go absolutely mad.

 Geralt frowned, finally looking up at Dandelion which was the sweetest torture. The witcher’s golden eyes glowed in the dim light of the fire. It was so bloody gorgeous and Dandelion wanted him, and he couldn’t tell whether it was just his frustration or an actual deeper rooted desire. “We have firewood.”

 “Yes, well,” Dandelion huffed with a flick of his wrist “wouldn’t hurt to get more, my dear witcher.” He swallowed, desperately trying to keep his voice steady. He wasn’t going to ruin the adventure of his life by flirting with Geralt and pushing him away.

 Geralt snorted, but, praise Melitele, stood up and left the camp. Dandelion watched him go with a tilt of his head, Geralt’s arse a finer view than any sunset, and as soon as Geralt was far enough away, Dandelion tore at the laces on his trousers. He barely had time to spit on his hand, too desperate for his relief, sighing as he finally gripped his cock in his hand.

 It didn’t take long to bring himself to completion, muffling his cries behind his hand, teeth sinking into the flesh of his palm. He cursed as he looked down at the mess of his hand and trouser, whining when he saw the state of his poor hat.

 “Oh bloody hell,” he grumbled, wiping his hand on the damp grass. Hopefully there was a river nearby and he could clean up properly in the morning.

 Geralt, contrary to Dandelion’s belief, had not been nearly far enough away from camp when the poet had lost all control. Witcher hearing was keener than Dandelion realised, and he’d barely left camp before he heard the soft sighs of the poet.

 Dandelion’s sweet scent of arousal had surrounded him for days, and it was testing his control. They hadn’t managed to visit a brothel since before meeting Gulet, before Posada and Filivandral and the Edge of the World. The last thing he’d needed was to be followed around by a horny poet who could barely contain his desires. Geralt’s back hit a tree when he heard Dandelion’s muffled moans ring through the forest. The poet was obviously touching himself, and he’d wanted privacy.

 Yet Geralt was listening in like a pervert.

 He groaned, his own cock starting to ache, begging to be released from the confines of his trousers, but he refused to touch it. He wouldn’t disrespect his friend like that.

 “Fuck,” the poet whined. “G- Geralt…”

 Geralt’s eyes went wide and his nostrils flared, taking in the heady scent of Dandelion’s arousal. His mind was filled with images of Dandelion’s pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock. He could finally pull Dandelion’s head back by his soft blond hair, kissing the long swan-like neck, biting into his pale skin, marking him as Geralt’s.

 “Shit,” he growled, stuffing his hand into his pants. It was rough, and desperate, driven by the cloud of lust that had taken over his mind. The cocky little shit that had run up to him in the tavern, in need of protection, thinking a witcher was his best bet, had completely changed the course of Geralt’s life.

 Before he’d enjoyed the quiet of the forest, being at one with the creatures around him, the only conversations he’d had on a daily basis were with his horse, and he’d been happy.

 Or so he’d thought.

 Dandelion, the beautiful golden poet, had brought music and warmth to his life. Dandelion, a friend he’d never really known he’d needed until he’d met him. Dandelion, the bastard who was fucking masturbating back at camp whilst Geralt hid beyond the trees.

 It was pathetic.

 Geralt grunted as he spilled over his hand, not enjoying the pleasure of his orgasm, the sensation soured by the knowledge he was doing this in secret, eavesdropping like a coward. Grimacing, Geralt tucked himself back into his trousers. He didn’t deserve Dandelion. He didn’t deserve his light. The poet would be better off without him.

 He stalked off into the woods to gather the firewood they didn’t need. At least it would give him time to think, time to process. This needed to stop before they both got hurt, because Geralt would inevitably hurt Dandelion. It was all witchers were good for. His life wasn’t made for one as beautiful and soft as Dandelion.

 Geralt was scowling up a storm by the time he came back to camp. It had taken him longer than Dandelion had expected to get the firewood, and the poet was starting to wonder whether his friend had heard him and decided to abandon him in the middle of the forest. It was only Roach’s presence that calmed his fears. The witcher would never leave his precious mare behind. Dandelion had seen Geralt go through hell for that horse, even if she was a stubborn arse that Geralt complained about on a daily basis, and yet he never exchanged her for a more amenable horse.

 Geralt was caring and sentimental in that way, not that he would ever admit it, and he’d probably have Dandelion’s neck if the bard ever said the thought aloud.

 A blush warmed his cheeks as Dandelion grinned widely at his friend, deciding to ignore the memories of his recent activities. “Geralt!” he greeted warmly “there you are, my friend.”

 The witcher growled at that, and Dandelion pouted, pulling at his hair. “It’s late, Dandelion. Go to bed.”

 Dandelion scoffed haughtily and put his hands on his hips. Geralt was ruining his good mood. He’d just about driven away that maddening itch of arousal and now Geralt was being all grouchy. It was unbearable. Perhaps Geralt should have taken advantage of Dandelion’s plea for privacy, clearly the witcher was as pent up as he had been.

 “I’m not tired,” Dandelion stated.

 “I am.”

 Dandelion tutted and glared at the witcher as he started to move the bedroll around the camp, making sure they were as far apart as possible. They’d never slept that far apart since the day they’d met. The nights were cold and Dandelion was a cold-blooded bastard, once the fire had cooled to embers he would start to shiver far too soon. Geralt, in contrast, seemed to radiate heat and Dandelion had found himself tangled up with the witcher on more than one occasion.

 He sniffed haughtily and mirrored Geralt’s movements, dragging his own bedroll as far away from the campfire as possible. He might freeze to death but it would be Geralt’s fault.

 “What are you doing?” Geralt asked.

 “Well, clearly you don’t want to be near me, which is quite frankly unfair, rude and completely unwarranted, but I will gracefully respect your wishes and move away.”

 Geralt grunted. “You’ll freeze. Don’t be stupid, Dandelion.”

 “Stupid?!” he shrieked. “Oh, that is rich coming from you. I’m not the one making a fuss about nothing, and you won’t even tell me what’s wrong. No, no, don’t look at me like that. I am quite aware. You heard me, but I won’t apologise. I have needs, Geralt.”

 “That’s not it.”

 Dandelion laughed and put his hand on his hips. “Care to elaborate, my dear?”

 “No.”

 “No of course not. So I’ll be sleeping over here whilst you sulk all the way over there, and you won’t change my mind!”

 It didn’t take Dandelion long to regret his decision. Only an hour after the sun had completely faded away behind the horizon, his teeth started chattering. He shivered in his bedroll, and fidgeted restlessly on the ground, trying to stay warm.

 Geralt let out a heavy sigh from across the camp. “Come here, Dandelion.”

 Dandelion pouted, wanting to stay true to his word but Geralt was offering him warmth and a body pressed against his. How could he say no? He whined and pulled his bedroll back until it was next to Geralt’s, scuffing his feet in protest. He wanted Geralt to know that he was still cross with him despite their new sleeping arrangement.

 “I’m sorry,” Geralt said softly “I didn’t mean to listen.”

 Dandelion’s mouth dropped, and he turned away from Geralt. The yellow eyes glowing softly in the moonlight could no doubt still see him and he felt exposed, especially as he himself was nearly blind in the darkness. “I thought you were far enough away.”

 “Witcher have heightened senses. I would have had to travel a long time before you were out of earshot, and… and I can smell it.” Geralt admitted quietly as Dandelion settled back down, pressing his chest against the witcher’s back. He buried his face between Geralt’s shoulder blades, forcing down the embarrassment.

 Of course Geralt could smell it.

 Foolish, idiotic, bard. He knew that witchers had tracking abilities beyond that of a normal man.

 “You, you can smell it?” He asked softly.

 “Yeah.”

 “Well shit.”

 An awkward silence fell between and Dandelion had to fight back the urge to start humming under his breath. They were trying to sleep now, despite the awkward confessions. Geralt hummed but didn’t respond so Dandelion decided to pretend he’d fallen asleep.

 Next time he’d wait until they could find an inn. He didn’t want to lose Geralt over something so stupid.

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[burntmcnuggies]

Hawks SFW Alphabet

No warnings! Just fluff! Enjoy! :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Hawks is very affectionate, he’s literally glued to you whenever he can be. If he has a day off he’ll hug you from behind while you cook randomly talking about nothing while you listen. Hawks can talk A LOT. He will also show affection by giving you some of his fallen feathers. It’s sweet. He’ll also bring you flowers and give you extra chicken occasionally. It’s a big deal for him to give you some of his chicken.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Hawks as a best friend would constantly tease you and beg you to take him out to get chicken. He’ll drag you around everywhere and talk on and on and on about random stuff. He’s just glad to have someone to talk to and listen to him. Sometimes you don’t listen to him because most times it’s nonsense, but you do listen 9/10. He’ll also fish for praises from you since you mean so much to him. Praises from you make his day. The friendship started when he noticed you eating Yakitori on a bench looking irritated. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing over here looking so gloomy?” You give the bland answer a bad day at work. He smiles. “Well the brave number two hero is here to help! You just ate your last Yakitori! Let’s go get some more!”

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He’s a cuddle-bird. On the couch? He has his arm around you and his wing holding you close and protectively. In bed? He’ll lay on his side and drape a wing over you and throw his leg over your hip and fall asleep snoring lightly towards your face. Arrive at his hero agency? Everyone who’s worked there for a long time will immediately move out of the way of Hawks while he flies down quickly and picks you up spinning you around in the air happy to see you. Those who are new, are in danger of getting ran over by the winged hero. He’ll hug you and keep you right by his side the whole time he’s working at the office.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He definitely wants to settle down with you. He’s obsessed with having little chicks and finally “mate” with you as he always says. But because of his undercover work, he knows he’s going to be away for a long time, and when he proposes he wants to spend as much time with you as he can. He can kinda cook, and uses his feathers to clean. He usually just orders delivery or take out and picks it up. You usually have to cook before he gets home so he doesn’t order fast food.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He doesn’t want to break up with you ever. You are his light. But if he had to for hero work, he would probably cry a little and tell you how much he loves you and that he’s sorry and he’ll always love you and then he’ll have to fly away because it’s too hard for him. But it’s for your own safety. And he’d rather die than let you get hurt. If you had to end it with him, it would be because he’s distracted from his hero work, and you don’t see him that often. He’ll try and persuade you otherwise and beg you to stay and promise he’ll be home more often, but that’s the problem. You don’t want to ruin his whole career for you. You smile and just say goodbye and give him one last kiss.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) if he could, he would marry you right now. If you mentioned something about settling down he’d immediately rush off to buy a ring and then act very flustered until he embarrassingly proposes to you. “Will you be my mate, dove? Forever?” How cute!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) If you’re in an upset mood, he’ll come to you and protectively wrap his wings around you to hide yourself to give you a sense of security. He will embrace you and ask you what’s wrong and just stroke your back while you cry. If you don’t wanna talk about it, he’ll respect it and cuddle you, with a few failed attempts to be special and cook for you, eventually he’ll get something right. He usually ends up burning whatever he makes. Physically? When he hugs you it’s always warm and tight.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves hugs. He’s practically on you all the time. Cooking? He’s hugging you from behind and looking over your shoulder. On the couch, arm around you and pulling you close. In bed, he can’t sleep without hugging you close to him. You love when he hugs you with his wings. It always makes you feel safe and comfortable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) All the time. He said I love you first. It actually happened as a joke. “Baby! You came to visit!” This is the part where he picks you up and hugs you in his office. “I love you so much! I love you. I knew you’d come visit me! How did you ever get so lucky to have me as your loving boyfriend?” A sheepish cheeky grin will be on his face. Cue staring at you and then pressing his lips against yours in front of everyone he works with, his interns, potential side kicks, everyone. He doesn’t care.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He gets jealous a little easily. It’s usually not super possessive, but it still gets his blood boiling. When you go to talk to some of the people at his office as a nice greeting and ask them how their day is just because you’re nice, he’ll whine and pout and mutter that you aren’t paying attention to him. Now when some hits on you, he tries to be subtle about it. If he notices he’ll fly right beside you and spin you around to give you a peck on the lips acting innocent. “Hey, dove. I figured you’d miss me so I came to see you~” he looks up almost daring the guy to say another word to you, his feathers ready to threaten him. His wings are also spread wide to assert his dominance. “Who’s this?” Hell ask without a usual cheeky curious smile. Later he’ll want extra cuddles and demand you tell him how much you love him with a pout and a whine.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He’s a very fast guy, and that means his kisses are usually quick too. When he’s late for hero work he’ll give you a quick peck and leave quickly. In the mornings when he’s got a day off though, your morning is full of soft and deep kisses. He will kiss you all over. Sometimes when you’re making breakfast, he’ll smile and kiss up your neck and shoulder. His favorite place to kiss you is your head. He finds it the most affectionate. He loves when you kiss his cheeks and chest. It makes him embarrassed. When you’re alone in bed, you’ll usually kiss his chest and rub circles into his abs with your finger. Those are his all time favorite.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) he’s very good with children. He loves to meet his fans, especially when they’re kids. He wants a little chick one day, maybe a couple, but you’re the boss when it comes to how many kids. When kids call him cool and such, he can’t help but get cocky after that, especially around other pro-heroes. He still remembers the day Endeavor made one of his fans cry because he was being nice. He felt prideful he was more popular than the pro, even though he’s a literal fanboy of the man.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) mornings with him are almost nonexistent sometimes. His hero work usually tires him out and he sleeps until about 10 or 11, so the morning is practically almost gone by then. He gets upset when you don’t wake him up, and will pout because that was precious time wasted while he was sleeping. You know he loves to sleep, and kinda underestimate his love for you. He loves food and sleep almost as much as you. You always roll your eyes and hand him a plate of pancakes or a bowl of cereal, and he instantly perks up and thanks you happily. If he does wake up on time, you’ll both go and chill on the balcony if it’s nice out with some coffee and then sit on the couch for awhile while Hawks looks through his social media bragging about his compliments and happily showing all the people who comment on photos of you and him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) usually he’ll come back from his patrols and you guys will, ahem, do some stuff, and then you’ll both lay and cuddle. Nights when you work late and he’s on patrol, he’ll come and pick you up and walk around on his patrols with you, telling you how his day was and all the things he did. Then he’ll either ditch his patrol cause it’s boring or he’s hungry and he’ll take you to get carry out from his favorite restaurant.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) hawks likes to talk, so once he’s become comfortable with you, he’s gonna let it all go at once. Of course, there are a lot of things he can’t tell you. You’re probably the only person he’s ever told his real name to, but you only do it in the comfort of your home. If he’s a bit distant, and you question him, he’ll frown and give you the look meaning he can’t tell you for your own safety, or it’s too secret and no one can know. Of course you understand, and it bothers him he can’t tell you, but when it’s over, he’ll tell you everything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) he’s not angered easily, it actually all depends on the situation. If you’re having an argument he’ll just crack some jokes to try and get you to calm down. Soon enough if you walk away, he won’t bother you and let you cool off. If you’re over working yourself, he’ll get irritated and be a stubborn bastard and call your boss. This angers you, but it lets you know he cares. Now if someone hurt you, he’s pissed. If someone pushes you or even hits you playfully, he’s right beside you glaring at them and squeezing your arm tightly. “Hey, keep your hands to yourself. It would be horrible if I were to kick your ass right here and humiliate you.”

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) he always listens intently when you talk about yourself. He wants to know everything. Sometimes if he notices a scar he’ll ask about it and remember exactly how you got it. He doesn’t remember absolutely everything, but he tries to remember the important stuff. Sometimes he remembers too much and ends up embarrassing you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) his favorite moment with you is when you went with him to the hero billboard event where he was deemed the number two hero. He got to talk to a lot of other pros and show you off to everyone. He bragged about you all night long, and then took you to meet Endeavor. The tall man was very nice to you, and Hawks couldn’t have been any happier that his idol met the love of his life. Seeing the two most important people In his life interact filled his heart with happiness. Then, he took you home and made passionate love to you all night long.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) he’s very protective of you. When you go to work, he either sends a feather with you in your back pocket or in your purse to keep tabs on you or follows you there himself to make sure you get there ok. He protects you from potential perverts and villains if any were to arise. He wants you to protect his heart. He’s had a hard life, and is still currently living one. He has to do a lot of things he doesn’t want to, and can’t even tell you even though he wants to talk to someone about it and get it off his chest. Just letting him know you love him and that you’re there to stay is enough for him to feel safe and secure.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) he puts actual effort into anything concerning you. Sure he’s lazy when it comes to patrols and is very leisurely in general, but when it comes to you, all he wants to do is impress you and make you smile. Dates? Unexpected and loving. Anniversaries? Goes all out to make you feel special and basically posts like hundreds of pictures of you on his social media. Gifts? Always expensive and high quality, he’ll spend a lot of money on stuff you don’t need or particularly want, but it’s a way he shows love. So you always accept with a small and short scolding of how you don’t need the gifts. Daily tasks? He’s... lazy here, but if you’re exceptionally tired, he’ll clean and do some laundry for you. Get you a drink, buy you flowers, etc. most of the time though, he just accompanies you while you do the house work.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Molting his feathers and never cleaning them up. When he’s had a full set of feathers for a while, they eventually fall out and are replaced with stronger ones with a brighter color. He doesn’t shed his feathers a lot, but the four times a year he does it annoys you a bit. He plans things without checking your schedule or if you have things planned, and expects you to cancel your plans for him. If you don’t, he’ll pout and sulk for the rest of the day.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) he knows he looks good, so he’s not too worried about his appearance around you. He doesn’t care what others think of him appearance wise or anything. He’s cocky, he’s handsome, young, and popular. As long as you think he’s handsome, he’s happy.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) yes. He usually feels a bit down when you aren’t around. If he’s away on a mission he’s always thinking about you. What you’re doing, who you’re with, and how people could potentially be hitting on you. If you took a break for whatever reason, all he’d be doing is thinking what he did wrong and trying to fix it before he comes and tells you how he feels and that he’s sorry.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) hawks was once harassed by a fangirl asking for touch his butt. He laughed it off and told her his butt would burn her hand off cause it was so hot. She then offered him a piece of Yakitori and he let her get one squeeze and flew away with the chicken skewer. He snap chatted you in the air holding his favorite food and was laughing his ass off. You were jealous, and teased him about it. “You know my ass is all yours, dove. If you wanna touch, all you gotta do is reach down and- hey!” He’ll blush and get super embarrassed when you start touching his booty. You would have to explain you’re a bit jealous and then smack his ass before walking away. He’ll be happy you’re jealous and hug you telling you he’ll never do it again. A couple weeks later it happened again. “Sorry, but one booty touch for chicken is always going to be a yes.” He’s always prepared for you to grope him when he gets home for free. “Don’t worry dove, no Yakitori could ever buy my love. You’ve got my heart! You stole it! Oh... and can you make me some Yakitori tonight? Yours always tastes like love.” Cheesy bird.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) he isn’t fond of vegetables, he’s a raptor and loves meat. He is very grossed out by watching people do extreme PDA, even though he partakes in PDA with you all the time. Things he wouldn’t like about a partner is if they were selfish, or got angry easily and didn’t like his jokes. He also wouldn’t like a partner that mothered him, even though you have to sometimes since he’s too fast, and when he’s late he sometimes forgets to brush his teeth. He also doesn’t like a partner who cakes on make-up, it makes him think that they’re fake.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) he usually sleeps on his stomach and has his wings spread out widely draping over the sides of the bed. He’s knocked over multiple things before and it wakes you up, but he’s never phased. You had to stop putting water on the nightstands. He also snores lightly and whines a bit when he’s uncomfortable or not getting cuddles from you. Just be beside him and make sure to always clear the nightstands.

[xxdanganronpa-stuffsxx]

Could I maybe request the V3 boys with a selectively mute male s/o who actually speaks in front of them for the very first time? Thank you so much!

!Sure! This idea is really cute actually! sorry it took so long but this one is really long! I hope you like it!

-mod korekiyo 

Disclaimer

I don’t know much about selective mutism. I have hopefully done enough research to be able to portray selective mutism at least somewhat accurately. However I have never had a real life experience with someone who is selectively mute, and google sometimes isn’t the most accurate resource. If I have gotten something super wrong please let me know!

Korekiyo Shinguji

You had known each other for a while, But You had never been all that close to him until you started dating

But he had known you enough to know that you were mute

He didn’t mind at all though

He wasn’t really much of a talker himself and he thought that you didn’t need to speak for your inner beauty to shine

When you did start dating he did everything he could to make you feel comfortable

He wanted you to know that he wasn’t expecting you to talk if you weren’t comfortable, and that he didn’t mind at all that you didn’t

You really appreciated that.

After you two had been dating for a bit, you finally felt comfortable enough to start talking

You were going to his house for breakfast

You rang the door bell and he opened it very enthusiastically

It was just this aura about him

Something about the way he looked at you

Something about his bright eyes, his warm hug, and the big smile that you could almost see poking out from his mask

He just made you feel safe

“Good morning S/O!”

You smiled at him in response

He nodded and turned around, starting to walk back into his house

“g-good morning”

He froze

His smile grew even larger than before

He turned around and pulled you into a very tight hug

He almost lifted you off the ground

He was so happy that you felt so comfortable around him

Humanity is beautiful

Kiibo

At first he didn’t really understand why you didn’t talk

When you didn’t talk to him he thought that you were afraid of him

He tried telling you that he’s just like any other person and you don’t have to be Afraid

You found it kinda cute really

He just wanted you to not be afraid

Eventually someone explained to him that you were selectively mute

He felt so guilty

He thought he had offended you

He spent that entire night researching selective mutism

You really appreciated all the work He put into trying to understand him

You two quickly became close friends after that

Eventually you two began dating

You love your cute little robot boyfriend to death

One day you two were spending the day at his house

You were watching Disney movies (this boy would be obsessed with Disney)

Wall-E came on and he lit up

“Aww S/O it’s just like us! They are robots and they are in love and they don’t talk much but it doesn’t matter because they are cute!”

HE IS SO CUTE!

You put your arm around him and smiled

He made a cute little beeping noise that you had never heard before

You were smiling even wider

“Y-your cute!”

He looked up at you in shock

He was smiling even wider than before

“S-S/O!?”

You gave him a shy smile

“S/O say that again!?”

“Your cute!”

His internal fans immediately started blasting

“S/O……  spoke”

“Mhhm”

“S/O I lov-“

He temporarily powered down from overheating

This boy loved you so much he broke

Rantaro Amami

You took a liking to rantaro from the moment you met him

It was mostly because he knew sign language (one of his sisters has a deaf friend so he took the time to learn basic sign language)

Finally Someone who would understand you

Once you two started getting to know each other, you realized that you liked him for other reasons

He was kind, understanding, funny, and he supported you no matter what

You two eventually started dating

He was the “mom boyfriend” TM

He was always looking out for you

“You need something S/O? is this place too loud? is your anxiety too bad right now?”

He was just so use to taking care of his siblings all the time, he wanted to take care of his boyfriend too

So when you caught a cold he took the opportunity to baby you as much as he could

He brought you soup and medicine and cuddled with you on the couch until you felt better

Of course he just ended up sick himself

(FINALLY YOUR CHANCE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR CUTE AVOCADO BOYFRIEND!!!)

You cuddled him and brought him everything He needed

Of course he kept on insisting he could do it himself but you weren’t letting him

(YOU ARE GOING TO BABY THE SICK LITTLE AVOCADO GOSH DARN IT!!)

Later into the day his cold got worse and became a fever

At this point he just gave in and let you baby him

He had almost fallen asleep

You were playing with his hair while he rested his head in your lap

You looked down at your mess of a boyfriend and just smiled

“I love you rantaro”

He smiled and continued to drift off into sleep before he realized what had just happened

His eyes shot open and he got up and let out a drowsy “what?!”

“I love you”

He sat there completely frozen before flashing a quick smile

He quickly pulled you into a passionate kiss before laying back down on your lap, drifting off to sleep again

Ryoma hoshi

Ryoma tried to stay away from you

You were just too precious

He didn’t want it hurt you

You couldn’t stay away from him though

You two saw right through each other

You saw the soft, scared boy that hid behind his rough exterior, and he saw the bubbly kindest that was trapped behind your anxieties

You two started dating of course

He didn’t mind that you were mute

He didn’t need to hear you speak to understand you

You had picked up that he didn’t see himself the way you did

It really hurt you that he was always so hard on himself

one day he seemed to be particularly down

You tried everything you could to make him feel better

Nothing was really working

You decided to give it one last shot

You grabbed his hand suddenly

He turned to look at you

“Ryoma….”

His eyes widened

“D-did I hear that right?”

You nodded

He felt so honored that you felt comfortable enough around him to finally speak

“S/O….”

“Ryoma.. do you want to talk?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re sad today”

“That’s what this is about? I guess that makes sense, your always worrying about others”

You smile

“Well do you?”

He gave you a warm smile

“You know, I think hearing my boyfriend talk is enough”

Gonta Gokuhara

He was pretty confused when he first met you

“But why would someone be too afraid to talk, Gonta isn’t that scary I promise”

Your friends had to explain to him that it wasn’t him, you were just afraid to talk in general

“Oh ok, Gonta doesn’t need S/O to talk for Gonta to be friends with him! Gonta is friends with bugs and they don’t talk!”

OH MY GOSH WHY IS THIS BOY SO ADORABLE!

You couldn’t help but start dating him

He’s such a precious boyfriend

One day you had decided to go on a hike with him as a date

It was in the middle of autumn so the forest trail was breathtaking

You two were just walking and holding hands, admiring the view around you

Suddenly a stunning bright blue butterfly glided past you

Everything was just so perfect

The view, the butterfly, your adorable boyfriend

“P-pretty”

Gonta looked like he was about to explode

“G-Gonta things it’s pretty too! Just like your voice! Gonga thought that his boyfriend’s voice would be pretty but it is even better than Gonta thought!”

You two were both blushing and smiling messes

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi was such an anxious boyfriend

He knew about your mutism and he wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible

He was always looking out for you, always trying to calm you down when you were anxious

If anything though you usually had to be the one calming him down

You two are just a big pile of cute anxious gay beans

One day you two were enjoying A cozy rainy day

You were cuddled up in blankets and playing board games

He had just brought you guys some warm coffee/tea/hot chocolate

As you were sipping on your drink he sat down next to you and laid his head on your shoulder

You looked down at you uncharacteristically calm boyfriend, feeling his warmth radiating off of him

You felt so safe and cozy

“Shuichi?”

His eyes widened as he bolted upright

“S/O?”

It was clear that he was shocked but he tried to appear as calm as possible

You gave him a warm smile

“I love you Shuichi”

A wide smile grew across his face as he layed back down on your shoulder, nuzzling close to you

“I love you S/O”

Kokichi ouma

Ok so kokichi is a bit of a little stinky boy

He loves you a lot, but He’s alway extremely desperate to hear you talk

He was mostly joking around, if he were to actually offend you he would probably apologize profusely and then proceed to go cry in the bathroom until 3:00 am

You mostly Ignore his childish begging

You know that he’s just playing around so you just let him do his thing

One night you two were hanging out at his house

I new movie had just been released to Netflix and kokichi just HAD to watch it with you

You agreed of course

He was being his usual self

“S/o You can have some of my popcorn if you ask nicely!”

*INTENSE GLARING*

“S/o I’m sorry to say but flipping the middle finger and proceeding to shove a handful of popcorn in your mouth isn’t very gentlemanly of you”

You two continue to joke around for most of the movie

Later into the night you had noticed he was starting to drift off

He was laying on your shoulder, half asleep

He looked so peaceful, you could really see the sweet little boy that his behind his trickster persona

As his eyes closed you muttered softly to him, assuming he couldn’t hear you

“Goodnight kokichi”

His eyelashes flutters as he mumbled back a tired and slurred “yesssss”

You giggled

Your sweet little purple boy

Kaito Momota

Like kokichi, he also really wants to hear you speak

he is a lot more subtle and respectful about it 

at least he tries to be 

he will give you little comments here and there 

“S/O i bet your voice is as hot as you are” or “i bet you would be a good singer, you have that kind of personality”

you know that he means well 

you usually just laugh him off

he is really sweet though

one day he decided to take you on a date

you went to a planetarium of course

it was the perfect date

you loved seeing how his face lit up around anything space

HE IS SO CUTE THIS LITTLE SPACE MAN!!!

he was just like a little kid!“s-so S/O what did you think?”

you were about to just nod and smile like usual but then you looked up at him and just melted 

“p-perfect”

he was shocked

his eyes somehow became larger than they already where

“S/O….”

his eyes were filling with tears

Kaito momota, luminary of the stars… was crying

he pulled you into a tight hug

you were pretty sure you were pretty close to breaking a rib

he was just so happy that you felt comfortable enough to talk to him

[asteriismos]

nsfw alphabet - jacob thrombey

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

it takes a long time before jacob actually knows what the fuck aftercare is. at first he just tells the housekeeper to bring some food around or clean the sheets up lol. after a particularly rough night though you’re having trouble walking and he turns into such like a soft caregiver for some random reason. he draws you a bath and uses all these different oils and stuff because i know he uses them to smell good.

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

your thighs. he grips them constantly in and out of the bedroom. it’s usually what he does to edge you on whenever you guys are in public. he’ll put his hands and rub them up and down your thighs. in the bedroom he’ll grip them and kiss them, creating so many hickies you’ll hit him on the back of the head afterwards for making so many. he purposely puts them down low enough so they show from under your skirt for school.

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

he loves to cum inside you. it’s less messy so he doesn’t have to take the time to call the housekeeper to change the sheets and because the intimacy of it is great. he does use condoms most of the time because it’s definitely safer, but you’re on birth control so there’s times where he definitely prefers cumming inside you. jacob marvels in the way that it spills outside of you.

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

he worships your body. jacob outside of the bedroom seems like he’s all for himself, but he’s really not. he takes the time to kiss every single part of you and run his hands up and down your arms and legs and curves. jacob is also the type of person to buy you lingerie sets that he believes you’ll look good in and you put on a show for him, he loves it.

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

he’s had a few other girlfriends. and he’s also had some relationships strictly for sex because he can piss off his family that way. he’s experienced, but since he’s only with you now he’s super into doing things that you like. he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

jacob likes to take you from behind purely to pull on your hair. he can appreciate your curves and kiss up and down your spine. on rare occasions he’ll push you against the wall so your chest is pressed against the wall and he takes you from behind that way. that way he’s standing above you and kissing your neck. it’s so hot.

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

jacob isn’t the type to be goofy during sex. he’s serious, but not in a dehumanizing type of way. jacob is all about you and him, finding out what makes you guys have the best time. he likes sex a lot and it’s easy to see it.

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

in the ways that he’s prim and proper on the outside with his wardrobe and hair on his head, he’s the same with his hair down there. i feel like he’s a little ocd about the way he looks, he’s a total perfectionist, so he trims really nicely. he doesn’t have a preference for your hair, though because of the rich lavish lifestyle you usually shave because it looks really nice with the lingerie sets.

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

he can be romantic. most of the time you guys are fucking rough and hard trying to get all of each other, but there are times ( like for anniversaries or romantic dates ) where he’ll go all out. he has specific sheets for this that are a deep maroon red and fills the entire room with roses or other flowers of your choosing.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he does a lot. you two have made pictures and videos together that he keeps on his phone that he looks at while he does. jacob also really likes phone sex or sexting back and forth, so most of the time when he jacks off when you two are doing that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

jacob loves choking. he has a lot of kinks but that’s his go-to kink. the feeling of your throat when you moan while his hand is wrapped around it is so hot to him he could cum right then and there. he has really nice hands, which you believe are some of his best features.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in his bed preferably. he has a big ass room so of course his bed is huge and there’s a lot of room. it’s just easier and way more comfortable. there have been a few times where you guys have shower sex if the maid is cleaning up his room, which is always really hot, but the bed is just way better in his opinion.

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

he really likes lingerie. jacob is totally the type of person to buy you lingerie sets and ask you to wear them ( which you do because you always look super hot in them ) and he loves it. they’re always really intricate and lacey and it looks amazing and super sexy. he also loves when you wear those black stockings under your skirt.

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

anything that would get you caught. sure, he’s been a little risqué here and there with like closets in school and in the limo but he would never willingly get caught. then he has to live with his parents yelling at him and he didn’t get to spend all the time he wants with you.

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

he likes giving. jacob has this thing where he’ll eat you out for hours until you’re literally broken and all you can do is say his name. he’ll eat you out till you’re crying and begging. there are some times where he’ll receive just to use his hands to bob your head up and down on his cock but he likes giving more.

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

jacob loves going fast and rough, he definitely manhandles you and has his way with you. if he’s really in the teasing mood, he’ll go slow and sensual and make you beg for it. jacob loves hearing you beg for him to go faster or harder.

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

preferably, jacob doesn’t like quickies because he doesn’t have enough time to tease you and have his way with you. he likes you begging. but if there really isn’t enough time then he’ll settle for a quickie either on some surface in his house or in the shower if each of you need to take one before school.

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

jacob is so into experimenting. he doesn’t take it too far though, since he’s not really into the whole cutter porn thing or blood because it’s messy and he wouldn’t want to cut your soft skin that he loves and worships so much. he does like to tie you up in his own little bdsm way, he definitely chokes you, and he 100% has a daddy kink that started off as a joke but now is a real thing.

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

he can go for a long time, he has high stamina that can tire you out really quickly. jacob does know that you have limitations though and respects that. one time you guys tried to see how long you could go for and you lasted around 5 rounds or so in one go, he claims that he could’ve lasted till 8 but you doubted it because he fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

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

maybe a vibrator for you. he doesn’t really use them for himself, but mostly to edge and tease you. jacob will tie you up and use the vibrator on you until you’re screaming, only on rare occasions though. he much rather likes just seeing what his own body can do to get you off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jacob is the worst when it comes to teasing. he’ll do it for hours, days, and weeks if that’s what he feels like. each of you will edge each other on, then jacob pulls away and leaves you high and dry. it’s frustrating but incredibly hot when each of you do give into the desire. jacob teases you by kissing your neck, pushing his hands either up your blouse to pinch your nipples or he’ll run his hands up and down your thighs, strictly avoiding where you need him most.

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

jacob is loud but not in the moaning groaning way. he likes to dirty talk. he praises you, calling you his ‘good girl’ or praises like ‘you’re so wet for me’ or ‘you take my cock so well’ stuff.

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

he took you to a thrombey party once and fingered you under the table. you were teasing him with wearing the shortest skirt in your closet and those stockings he loved with no panties, so you were hoping he would do something. but when you felt his fingers go in between your folds at the dinner table you wanted to kill him, but it felt so good.

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

jacob is averaged sized but he knows how to use it pretty well.

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

jacob’s libido is so strong. sex is a thing that he loves, not only for himself but for his partner too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

jacob loves being the big spoon after sex, cuddling with you till you guys fall asleep. his bed is really comfy, so each of you are asleep pretty quickly.

[wondersbeyondcompare]

More Majid Stuff

I post once in a blue moon b/c I work in random bursts and get tired easily, but here are some rambles about Majid that I’ve saved in my Notes app and probably haven’t mentioned before!

There are some rumors circulating around Majid regarding his wealth

More specifically: how he got his wealth

All these rumors range from him being a secret son of a noble family to taking shady underground jobs that paid ridiculously well

His name had been searched up more than once, but the only thing that pops up is a bakery business w/ a small branch located in the Land of Hot Sands... not too far from where Majid grew up...

Majid’s a quick learner; he just lacks the motivation lol 

Tends to overthink too often, tho, coming up with detailed plans to get out of doing the most mundane stuff

Funny to watch but a pain in the ass to comprehend 😔

Although Majid tries to get out of doing most stuff, there are some things he can’t let slide

He can get picky over how some tasks are done; honestly??? this might be a good tactic on getting him to work (“Hey, Majid. Can you help set up the decorations for tonight’s party?” “No.” “Aaaa, okay, guess we’ll just have Mark do it-“ “Mark? You want to leave decorating to him? Do you want the lounge looking like a highlighter projectile vomited over the walls and ceiling? Give me those streamers. I’ll do it myself-“)

Definitely a quality over quantity kind of person; his room may be a mess of different things, but, rest assured, it’s only the best of the best of stuff that stay for long like lava lamps

I want to say that Majid is picky about a lot of things in general, but he does have his exceptions; for example: food, napping locations, job opportunities, ummm (･_･;) That’s most of what I can think of right now, dang

This pickiness is kiiind of 👉👈 referencing a trait that the Cave of Wonders has; like the whole “only a diamond in the rough shall enter here“ business that was going on idk I’m trying my best

As you can see, I went ham when it came to the “Who disturbs my slumber” line the tiger head had lol 😅(sorry that had become your defining trait, m’boi)

And the mass of riches he’s accumulated over the years was another obvious reference to the inside of the cave as well; can also act as a loose metaphor of what’s stopping him from getting the help he needs; as the treasures in the cave were put there w/ the intent of distracting a person from the ultimate goal of the magic lamp, so does his own treasures serve as a temporary distraction from moving forward in his life

But if that’s too much of a stretch, then plz slap the inner English teacher in me and then myself

Majid’s good at looking through people’s facades and judging a person’s true character, but it’s not like he does much w/ this info

Unless they try confronting him or something, he just avoids/shuts down people he gets bad vibes from

Doesn’t make tactless comments; figured out that dealing with pissed off people was more work than it’s worth

Boi tends to ask a lot of questions when speaking to other people; partly b/c of trust issues; partly b/c he might be lowkey judging you (can’t use his unique magic all the time after all :/)

He’s the type of person who acts like he knows everything, but he really doesn’t; just hates getting looked down upon in general; will bluff his way through situations by being as vague as possible

He leans towards how his mother used to speak; that is: beating around the bush

He won’t lie to you, but it might take some time until he’ll give you the whole truth; and when I say it’ll take some time, IT REALLY WILL TAKE SOME TIME B/C THIS BOY IS UNBELIEVABLY STUBBORN 

Is casual to whoever he speaks to, no matter the age; if he gets extremely annoyed with someone, especially if they’re older than him, he’ll use this over exaggerated polite tone that makes it real obvious he’s fed up with them

Gets ticked off whenever anyone advises him to do anything, but he’ll still take that advice to heart

Majid’s probably tired all the time b/c of all the jewelry he’s carrying around smh

Majid sounds/looks like he’s angry all the time, but that’s just his resting face 😔; I mean, he’s always a little irritated, but it’s mostly b/c he’s stuck in that state of being forced awake from a deep afternoon nap (b/c... that’s usually what happens to him)

Plus, have you met his upperclassmen? Have you seen what was going on in Scarabia during Chapter 4?????? Have you met the headmaster of this school????????  (; ω ; )

He doesn’t like people touching stuff that’s his; same thing goes for people touching stuff in general that aren’t theirs; doesn’t like thieves (he’s stolen stuff when he was younger, but he justifies that he only did so to survive; and he’s not entirely wrong)

Ironic b/c his mom was a thief 🤭 

He’s also a pretty obedient student save for the whole “trying to sleep in class w/o getting caught” thing that he’s still trying to accomplish; doesn’t like it when the professors get strict with him but will grit his teeth and bear with it

Prefers magic carpets to magic broomsticks; there’s just a lot more surface area when it comes to carpets plus he’s more familiar with the former

Spends a lot of his time in the Scarabia storage room b/c it reminds him of his bedroom back home; probably became buddies w/ Kalim’s magic carpet while he was there too

But if we’re talking about the type of people Majid could tolerate befriending uummm... maybe those with good hearts?? Idk, like those who are genuinely trying to be a good person no matter what kind of obstacles they run into (referencing how the cave of wonders only let a diamond in the rough enter)

They don’t have to be all nice or sweet, but as long as Majid can tell they have kind intentions, he won’t immediately leave them

Has a “haaah... these guys are hopeless... might as well keep an eye on them so they don’t screw up any more than they already have” attitude towards these people

Other type of person Majid would unintentionally befriend are those who are also annoyed of being told what to do by upperclassmen/authority figures; ☺️🙏  vent out your frustrations together wooo

Has some squabbles with Leona when it comes to napping locations

It’s actually pretty funny to watch b/c they both don’t want to give up their spot but also they don’t want to bother getting up 

Leona wins most of the time, tho

Majid may have had a lot of energy when he was younger but now he’s a g e d

I rarely mention Majid’s lava illusion magic thing, but yeah that’s a thing; he probably won’t be able to use it to its full extent until his last year of high school and maybe a little bit later; it takes up a ton of energy; I keep on imagining him using it and joking that “aaaa the floor is lava lol”, but then I remember the psychological effects this ability has on the victim and 😬 yikes scratch that

Majid has a loud clear voice when he speaks; often startles whoever’s walking by when he naps in the shadows

 As a result of spending most of his time w/o a stable support system and no one static to guide his beliefs, Majid doesn’t follow any particular religion; he does have coworkers back at the curio/appraisal/pawn shop who do, tho, and while he doesn’t entirely understand it, he respects them as much as he can

I’ve said before that Majid selfishly keeps all his wealth to himself for fear of losing his self worth, but there are some exceptions (such as to anyone he passes who’s begging in the streets, a coworker who’s struggling to make ends meet, etc.)

He’s fine with giving away some money, but not in huge amounts 

 And if he’s giving money to anyone, it’s done in a round about way; usually w/ a dismissive excuse 

If this boi had a route, depending on how the MC acts around him, the majority of it will be spent breaking down those walls and befriending him; generally going like this: shovel all trust issues into incinerator one by one —>Get him to tolerate you —> Get him to trust you —> Befriend (?) Him —> Deal w/ his other deep seated issues —-> Romance (if we’re going for that otome game kinda thing i guess???))

I can just imagine Majid temporarily visiting the Land of Hot Sands w/ MC after befriending him and finding out the truth about his parents through his boss at the curio shop; MC encourages him to travel north to pay a visit at some facility b/c it’s rumored that at least his father is still alive 

(No idea what happened to Lara; probably suffered worse consequences due to making several prison breaks; had decently powerful magical abilities, so that would probably explain the whole forced amnesia thing that happened after their disappearance) 

Majid is torn b/w wanting to go alone b/c this is a personal matter (And he wants MC to be safe) and being scared of losing MC if something horrible happens to him on his journey north; he knows what it’s like to be suddenly abandoned, and he doesn’t want that for anybody, especially for someone he cares about 

He doesn’t want to repeat his father’s mistakes, regardless if it was accidental or not 

Majid decides to go on his own; probably had some touching parting w/ MC; maybe we’ll go full otome and have a hugging CG where he swears that he will be back for MC

And MC is just like “Aight;;; cool;;; good luck;;”; something sentimental like that 

Couple of days passed; we’re worried about him 

He returns with a worried look on his face before breaking into a relieved smile when he sees MC; power walks to hug them even tighter than before

Majid thanks them for all they’ve done; he then spends the rest of the day and well into the night describing all he’s experienced and his visit with his dad

 They go back to NRC and Majid is less bratty than before, much to the surprise of Jamil and to the delight of Kalim; actually starts to make an effort to not push people away at every opportunity (b/c he originally felt like they all had their own hidden agenda and were just using him for their own gain, y’know)

Boi becomes even more clingy towards MC; by that, I don’t mean he’s overly attached to them (he’s afraid of making the same mistake he did in the past), but rather he shows it through light casual touches here and there (a brush of the fingers when exchanging papers, patting MC’s head when they do something well, gently tugging at their sleeve when he needs their attention) and constantly checking up on them to see how they’re doing

Awkward levels in Majid increase as he constantly wonders if he’s crossing a line when it comes to him showing any kind of affection; he doesn’t want to come off as creepy and make MC hate him

Might also resist being given love and affection at first; but once he gets used to it, he absolutely m e l t s

Cuddles are 👌; might give teary eyes if MC tries to leave early during a cuddling session, but he won’t pressure them to stay; a touch starved boi

Doesn’t think much of PDA, giving or receiving; full on making out and anything further is kind of a no-go, tho;  hugging is nice and so are short and sweet kisses; will glare at anybody who says anything about it

If his s/o was clingier than he is, he might get a little embarrassed; same thing goes if his s/o was really cute

Definitely the type of boyfriend to buy random gifts for his s/o b/c these things reminded him of them

Younger Majid was in full on puppy mode all the time, or at least when he was around people he liked; also a huge people pleaser too, since he was afraid of them leaving him 

He was probably reckless too in order to entertain his friends

Was really polite, especially when it came to adults; always calling them Mister and Miss(us)

He was also just loud 

Future Majid (if he came to terms with most of his problems) would be more mellow than his teenage self; still anti-social but he’s less angry at the world now; would go on to own the curio shop after the previous owner passed on; reverted it into both a jewelry/appraisal shop in order to honor his father plus respect the previous owner’s memory as well

Sells and repairs jewelry and appraises supposedly rare items that come through his store; still does odd jobs for the people in the neighborhood but his prices aren’t as outrageously high as he made them when he was younger

He names the new store after his mother, at the request of his father (plus I only recently heard the song “House of Gold” by Twenty One Pilots and hnnnmmg it fits well with this golden boy)

Majid is interested in most things related to jewelry, probably subconsciously influenced by his father; this includes repairing bits of jewelry; he moves delicately when it comes to these kinds of tasks

He’s a night owl; it’s much quieter at night

Has bad posture from sleeping in different weird places

His body is prone to heating up easily; the fact that he lives in the Land of Hot Sands and was also sorted into Scarabia is just unfortunate luck

Sneaks off to cooler areas on campus in his free time to chill; one of his favorite spots is the Octavinelle lounge since it’s air conditioned and dark, and he can get away with taking a nap before going over his time limit and getting kicked out

The library is nice too (´∀｀)

Would like to go to Ignihyde too, but he’s put off by the feeling of being underground (gotta have that bit of irony like Jamil being afraid of bugs 👌)

He tolerates Kalim better than Jamil; probably b/c the latter scolds him for slacking off

Actually went to Kalim for tutoring advice once before realizing part of the way that his senior had no idea what he was doing; Jamil has earned his respect when it comes to academics

Kinda jealous of the duo’s stamina; Majid’s usually heaving for air after long marches or if he’s ever chosen as a backup dancer for one of Scarabia’s many parties; he’s the ( ・∇・) least athletic of my OCs...

No, he can’t dance, but he can feign the movements well enough to not get caught