#i don't think he'd be a very good liar

[gwinver-art]

Some Thespius doodles as I'm figuring out how to draw him in my style!

this is how I'm naming my layers now help

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Sex pollen

A/N: Reader is female, also a mutant with logan like powers. Logan calls the reader princess, darling, and his girl. Unprotected sex (Please don't be stupid and do this). I had a few requests for this, and i figured why not post it on Halloween! Happy Halloween to everyone who celebrates, I hope you enjoy the smut. I worked hard on it, but I'm not the best smut writer, lol. Request are open for Logan and Bucky! And I'm very close to 1,000 followers, so I might try and do some sort of special for it <3

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Logan should've listened to you when you said something was going to go wrong during the mission. "I don't know Lo, I just have this feeling that I can't seem to shake" you whined and grabbed his arm trying to get him to reconsider and have Charles send someone else for the mission, but he just disregarded you completely. He was just too stubborn, too proud for his own good, and it was really biting him in the ass now.

The mission was supposed to be normal, just a quick in and out. Get into the abandoned laboratory, do a quick scan to make sure it is abandoned, and then steal the plans for mutant mass destruction. Simple, something he's done a million times before but as he sits in the jet panting, sweating, nearly moaning in discomfort, he realizes how badly he fucked up. Fuck when is she ever wrong? Why didn't you just listen to her?! He groaned internally as he looked at the time, only a few more minutes than he'd be home in your bed, with you in his arms... with his cock deep in your pussy. He let a loud moan fall from his lips as he started to think of your body, fuck did he need you.

You were pacing waiting for Logan to come back from the mission, "Where is he? He should've been home hours ago!" You were beyond worried and frustrated over the whole situation, technically you knew that Logan would always come back home to you but that doesn't make the wait easier, it doesn't make seeing him bloody and aching easier either.

The front door finally opened and slammed shut. Logan's heavy footsteps could easily be heard echoing through the hall, "Logan!" You rushed to him to start checking for any injuries. Before you could ask him if he was okay, Logan pulled you into a deep, feverish kiss.

Logan groaned as he felt you gasp against his lips; his hands started to wander up your shirt as he walked you to your shared bedroom, trying his hardest not to break the kiss. You are the first to pull away,completely breathless and a bit confused."Logan...fuck baby what's going on?" You asked as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving rough bites in their place. "Need you, need your skin on mine, need your pussy choking my cock" he cut himself off with a broken moan as he starts to grind his throbbing cock into your thigh, making you feel how hard he was. "Princess, please." He begged completely helpless.

You were worried, Logan had never acted this way before, never whined or begged, but you'd be a liar if you said it didn't make you wet hearing his deep voice beg for you.

Logan was pawing at your clothes before he finally decided to just rip them off completely. Before you could whine to him about your clothes being ripped, he silenced you with a kiss and promised to buy a new outfit for you. "I'll buy you whatever you want princess, just need to see you, need to see my pretty pussy." He moans pitifully when he does get a glimpse at your sex. "Fucking christ darlin' look how wet you are, all this for me?"

You nodded quickly and pulled him closer, "Logan please, need you in me, fuck me please I need it, need to feel you deep in me for the rest of the week." Your begging made his knees weak, it sounded like heaven to him, and who was he to deny you of what you wanted.

"Whatever, you need princess," he assured you with a smirk as he pulled away to finally undress completely. Your eyes widen seeing how hard he was, "Fucking hell Lo..." You muttered quietly knowing he would still hear you. "Does my girl need me?" He asked crawling up the bed, kissing the skin exposed as he moved further up your body.

When he finally reached your mouth, he gave you a sweet kiss as he slowly thrust into you. Oh, oh my fucking--! He groaned internally as he felt your warm walls stretch around him. You broke the kiss to moan his name, throwing your head back.

You ended up moving your hands to his shoulder to hold on to him better as he thrusted more erratic, and without noticing, your claws slowly started to appear from your nails. Before you could notice, they ended up digging into his shoulder muscle deeply. An animalistic moan ripped from his chest as he felt your claws draw blood. His hips moved on their own, in and out, into your warmth and out for a split second before plunging back into you faster and deeper than before. It was like his hips were moving faster than his mind could keep up, and the only thing he could think about was you.

Your warmth, your softness, your smell, your taste. You were the only thing on his mind. He could feel his eyes roll back as his orgasm approaches. With his eyes closed, he could feel every inch of you. It was like he could feel each one of your atoms against his.

His eyes fluttered open when he heard you whimper louder than before. "Fuck you're so pretty darlin, sound so pretty for me...need more, need you to cum." He moaned before he could finish his sentence. "I really, really need you to cum on my cock princess, need you to milk me. Take it, take it all from me princess it's yours." He grunted and moved your legs to be over his shoulders, given him a new angle to thrust even deeper than before. You screamed his name as you came on his cock. He leaned down to have your chest press together as he prepared to cum deep in your pussy, "Gonna cum-fuck gonna cum deep in my pussy, keep you full for a while then when it's dripped out, I'll fuck you again to keep you full all over again." His pelvis rubbed against your clit, making you clench around him even tighter than before thanks to the overstimulation he was giving you. Feeling you get even tighter made Logan moan out and finally give in before cumming as deep as he possibly could.

It felt like an eternity before Logan finally stopped cumming. He collapsed on top of you, completely breathless and his limbs felt numb. "Holy...fuck darling" he nearly giggles as he basks in his afterglow, in all of his life he cannot remember a time where he ever came like that. "I don't think I'd ever fucked that good before" he said kissing the bruises that he could reach that was slowly disappearing on your skin.

You sighed happily, feeling his lips on your skin. You started to play with his hair softly as you hummed in agreement. You couldn't remember ever having sex that intensely before. "What did you get into on that mission?" You asked curiously, and he shrugged. "Not much. There was this pink powder that poofed in my face, though." He said as if it meant nothing, "Logan!" You tried to look at him to see if he was drugged in some sort of way but before you could, you could feel his cock hardening inside you all over again.

Logan moved to have you caged between his arms once again and asked with a knowing smirk, "Round two?"

Well how could you say no to that?...

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[gyaruhana]

Would you be willing to write about Thanos from Squid Game competing with a girlfriend who is very quiet and easily manipulated? Would love to see how he would protect her

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Easily manipulated!Reader Headcannons

Synopsis: thanos headcannons with an easily manipulated reader

A/N: i made two headcannons - one where he's a dickhead and the other where he's not so take your pick which you'd rather read !!

Warnings: Manipulation, HEAVY manipulation,

In the games (Thanos when he's high so bad thanos):

he does manipulate you himself honestly

don't think you're safe from this man

silent threats masked with a baby voice to keep you on his side

doesn't trust you with anyone else so he keeps you close to him

makes you believe he'd keep you safe but, if it came down to you or him, he's letting you die.

super super touchy and always has an arm around your shoulder or he holds your face in his hands

maintains eye contact with you to make you feel like he cares when he's only using you

if he betrays you and you still survive somehow, he's quick to give you fake apologies and claim he didn't mean to

At some point, he takes his manipulation even further and starts using you for sex

Subtly tricks you into thinking you're a murderer by blaming you for the people he's killed and saying he wouldn't have had to do it if it wasn't for you

Isolates you from the others and makes you distrust them so you won't believe them when they say that he's using you

Myung-gi tried to tell you once and it made you question how Thanos really felt about you

His instinct reaction was to ask you if you really believed someone who had scammed so many people over him when he was the one who had 'kept you safe'

Basically guilt trips you

if you keep pushing his limits, he will hurt you

then he'll say it was your fault once again that he had to do that

makes you take his drugs too so you'll be even more naive to his clear manipulation

if you die before him, he'll have no remorse at all

He'll just look at you dead in the eyes before you do with a grin before waving goodbye as you get shot

Overall, manipulative dickhead that uses you for personal gain

"Do you really believe him over me? He's been a liar since before these games. I've kept you safe this whole time. Why would i lie to you?" he speaks with anger as he grips your chin in his hand. He was pissed you were questioning him. Maybe he hadn't manipulated you enough? Perhaps he needed to teach you a lesson about questioning him so he could put you back in your place. After all, he needed you if he was going to win 45.6 Billion won. "I don't want to do this to you but you need to learn a lesson,"

In the games (Thanos when he's not high so good Thanos):

worried about you honestly.

he likes to be around you constantly because he doesn't want you to be manipulated by someone

tries to tell you to not be so naive and just trust him

he doesn't trust anyone to not try to use you for their own gain in a game like this

protects you with his life.

If someone's talking to you, he's immediately by your side, his arm around your shoulder

He just wants to make sure you're not being tricked

typa guy who does sound sort of manipulative because he's always telling you to only trust him..

he doesn't mean to sound that way though he just doesn't want you to fall for someone's lies

super touchy

tries to get you to keep playing but, if you say no, he won't push any further and let you make your own choice

always ask you three times over about things he wants just to make sure you want it and you're not just agreeing because he asked

if you somehow get a private conversation without him around, he will immediately ask what they told you

If someone DOES try to manipulate you, he's on them so fast

will fight them and not hold back at all

overall, super caring and makes sure NOBODY manipulates you or else

"What are you talking about to my girlfriend here?" Thanos speaks as he walks towards you - his gaze on the man who had been talking to you. He didn't like it when other people would talk to you given your nature. He just didn't trust anyone's intentions with you and assumed everybody was out to get you. Better to be safe then sorry, he thought. He slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him. It was a clear threat to the guy to make him back off and not even think about coming near you again. "Actually, I don't care. Just leave her alone,"

[sunderwight]

SV AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a dragon.

It's not so bad, at first. He's an extremely magical sort of dragon so he can easily take on a humanoid shape, and he has dominion over an entire mountain, with a magical gate that leads to his palace. Said palace has a fully stocked treasury, a library, garden, etc, with the only real downsides being that the place is kind of huge and very difficult for a neet with limited housekeeping or landscaping skills to keep up with. The original dragon had enslaved a bunch of fairy spirits to do it for him, but since Shen Yuan has moral objections to that, he'd let them all go and they'd run off before he could even think to offer to hire any of them as paid employees instead. Not that he can blame them for being in a hurry to get gone.

He does his best, and generally enjoys being a dragon lazing on his mountain, or wandering the beauty of his palace and investigating the books and scrolls kept there. He doesn't actually seem to need to eat or drink, so that's not really an issue, and nobody looks keen to bother him. But after a few months the dust starts to really pile up, and trying to figure out how to do his own laundry without modern equipment leads to several disasters, and even though he doesn't need to eat he's starting to think it would be quite nice to have a fancy sit-down dinner and enjoy it for its own sake anyway. He has an enchanted larder but his food prep skills aren't up to much.

So, Shen Yuan ventures away from his mountain. He keeps to his human disguise when he's not traveling, and at first tries to hire on some help from a nearby city. But when he explains that he lives on the mountain, he realizes the difficulty, because everyone in the area knows that only the dragon lives there. So they all think he's either a liar or a fraud, or some servant of a nefarious supernatural creature angling to trick and possibly devour them.

Shen Yuan tries approaching another town in his dragon form, to see if anyone will actually deal with him if he's being upfront and honest about the situation, but the townspeople just panic. He returns to his mountain to rethink his strategies, and in the meanwhile the alarmed locals hire a swordsman to go after him. The guy gives him a few very painful cuts before Shen Yuan mostly-accidentally sends him careening into a boulder. One broken arm later the swordsman is gently persuaded that the pay he was offered isn't worth the effort on this job, and leaves.

Discouraged, Shen Yuan decides he's gonna give this one last try. He picks the second closest city, flies up, and is like yes hello, yes I am indeed a dragon, no I'm not trying to burn down your walls, yes it would be excellent if you stopped shooting arrows at me, look they don't even get past the scales? It's kind of silly? Okay, yes, thank you very much. Good. Now, the thing is, I'm looking for some people. I want to take them back to my mountain with me, to my incredibly nice palace, and -- what was that? A princess? No no I don't want a princess, what would I even do with one? If anything I'm looking for the complete opposite of a princess!

Anyway, the locals take this to mean that the dragon is demanding a sacrifice in the form of a pretty boy of no particular pedigree, and Shen Yuan takes this to mean that he's finally made his case clear and they're going to dig up someone who is willing to overlook his being a dragon in exchange for free room and board and fair wages out of his massive treasury.

SY's a bit disheartened when the entire city could only apparently turn up one such person -- an underfed teenage boy who looks at Shen Yuan like, despite the situation, he is still expecting to be eaten at any moment. Poor thing! But at least having one servant means he can potentially get more, especially if it all goes well. The lad can tell others that working for a dragon isn't so bad! Well, provided that he doesn't give up in alarm at the state of the mountain palace.

For his part, Luo Binghe at first thinks he's definitely going to get eaten, and then that this dragon is weirdly nice about planning to eat him, and then that maybe the dragon has other (even less savory!) plans for him, until finally he sees the state of the dragon's laundry and the foot-thick layer of dust in the corners, and gets completely distracted. Mortal terror forgotten, those floors should not be that filthy, Lord Dragon respectfully that isn't how anyone should prepare rice either, but oh Binghe has never seen a kitchen so nice before in his life...!

Anyway, needless to say, it works out just fine.

[fixated-cookies]

Guess who can't sleep and is up typing their dirty thoughts of smilk onto tumblr? MEEE

Warnings: Yandere, dub-con

MDNI

I think when Shadow Milk starts to feel neglected, especially when you refuse to bless him with your oh-so-sweet voice of yours, he starts to become desperate. And not the type of desperate you're thinking of, he'd be so horribly pouty, like a cat who'd quickly fling whatever glass object off a table. Except this cat is an ancient beast who's been isolated for far longer than you can comprehend.

He'd first displace objects to high or hard-to-reach places, forcing you to rely on him, then once the object is in his hand, he'd so conveniently ask for a kiss in return, and no I'm not talking about a peck. I'm talking deep, sloppy, almost annoying kisses that can easily delve into a makeout session.

Anyways, if that doesn't work, you know what will? Ribbons...plenty of ribbons. He'll manifest ribbons out of thin air, wrapping around you to force you to gaze upon his form.

"Ignoring me? How rude!" In an instant, a silky ribbon manifests, looping under your chin, gently tugging your gaze back to his. His mismatched eyes gleam as he grins. "There, much better. Now, be good and keep your eyes on me."

He'll lean close to you, whispering in your ear "Ignoring me? Me? The star of this show?" His tone drops, laced with mock hurt, but the amusement doesn't leave his expression. "How cruel. But don’t worry—I’ll make sure you never do it again.~"

He'll tie you up in ways you never knew existed. Be prepared! for you are about to be gagged and fucked within an inch of your life within the walls of deceit. There's no such thing as ignoring the main character when that very same character edges you till you cry out through the soaked fabric. He'll ignore you, the same way you ignored him. What a petty little liar.

Don't fret your little head though, once he believes your groveling and muffled apologies are enough to make up for the neglect, he'll let you cum. Perhaps a bit too much as he now decides to switch to overstimulation. You thought being edged was bad? This may just be the cause of your doom.

[pomefioredove]

I LOVED the stim headcanons sm! it scratched my autistic brain in a good way :333

I was wondering if you could possibly do headcanons with the rest of Diasomnia, Pomefiore, and Heartslabyul with the same premise (the stimming thing)? I can see Trey being very accommodating for the reader :3

Thank you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

hi anon I was in therapy yesterday for the first time in a while and when I got out I realized I had been stimming the ENTIRE time

dorm leaders + jamil

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ reader who stims!

type of post: headcanons characters: ace, deuce, trey, cater, epel, rook, sebek, silver, lilia additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

now, I don't think Ace makes fun of it, but he definitely...

"you're doing that thing again,"

listen, it's not that it bothers him, or distracts him. it's not even weird!

he just... finds you really... interesting?

will say you're an "interesting critter fr bro" and leave it

Deuce is the complete opposite

he will never ever say anything about your stims

won't even ask

he just really doesn't want to be rude. he's not that guy anymore!

(you don't know how to tell him that he stims without realizing it)

he's like your knight in shining armor... kind of

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

guys I hate to say it but Cater has 100% armchair diagnosed most of the people he knows

and like... he's right... but come on!

at least he usually keeps it to himself. so when he picks up on your stimming he just... doesn't say anything

it's just another nice little tidbit of information on you :) of which he has many

for normal reasons

of course

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

now, Trey is a sweetie, as always

but he's also a liar

he is not, in fact, "this nice to everyone"

he actually does the bare minimum he needs to do to get by

the guy is spoiling you

making sure you're fed and warm and comfortable the moment you step over the threshold

stimming is no problem

if you like the feeling of dough, or the sound of eggs cracking, he'll have you in the kitchen with him :)

he rather likes you, and your stims

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

I know Rook's autistic self isn't about to say anything

but, really, he already stims. subtly, but constantly

and seeing you mirror his own behaviors...

he is smitten

as if he couldn't grow any fonder of you...

now, unless it becomes upsetting or harmful, he sees no reason to stop you. he rather likes watching your every little move

and Epel is a loyal little thing

once you're his, that's it, it's over, you could literally kill someone and he'd show up with bleach and a mop like "where's the body"

so, yeah

some humming or tapping or clicking isn't going to bother him

honestly half the time he doesn't even notice

bro is too busy fighting his sensory issues with his uniform

(the sensory issues are winning)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Sebek scolds you for distracting him

he can already hardly think straight when his eyes are always drawn to you!!! >:(

now you're moving, too?!

he can't help but stare, which just upsets him more

it's not until Lilia takes your side that he calms down

the aforementioned having his own... quirks

(and much louder ones, too)

this is all background noise for Silver

is he just used to it? is he currently half-asleep and wouldn't notice if a bomb went off behind him?

who's to say!

he's passing out on your shoulder while you repeat the same word over and over either way

[hitomisuzuya]

Aventurine x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Fingering. Edging. Soft Dom! Aventurine. Mind break

Still thinking about Aventurine. Bear in mind, I know ZERO about gambling😂 My birthday is on Wednesday.

When you innocently asked Aventurine to teach you about gambling, he adapted a rather unique method to teach you. And one that was very, very fun for him.

Cognition was utterly failing you right now, thanks to Aventurine's tongue swirling around and around your clit. He scooped your clit into his mouth to suck on, chuckling into your messy pussy as you let out a loud gasp of pleasure. Your fingers tangled in his soft blonde hair, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt as you grinded on his tongue.

If Aventurine's hypnotic eyes weren't focused solely on you, they would've rolled into the back of his head from how good your juices tasted saturating his tongue. "Tell me, princess, how many numbered slots are on a Roulette table?" He purred, releasing your clit with a soft pop to kitten lick it.

Your legs twitched as jolts of pleasure made your clit swell and throb against his tongue. You were struggling to think, and Aventurine was enjoying the show.

Whimpers as you writhed on his bed, furthering showing your struggle to think as his drool pooled between your folds. "Thir-Thir-" Pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes from his long, languid kitten licks, "Thirty six," You finally managed between moans.

"My good girl, that's right," Aventine purred into your pussy, taking your clit back into his mouth to suck on. Your walls clenched around nothing hearing his praise. Even the smallest words of praise (or degradation) made you fall apart faster for him.

You tugged on his hair, heat and tension of your approaching orgasm building tighter in your stomach. Aventurine had been working your clit over for who knows how long, always keeping you on the cusps of cumming before he quizzed you. Keeping the promise of an orgasm dangling just in front of your face.

A fun way to encourage you to think while you fell dumb on his tongue.

Aventurine brushed his nose on your clit, prodding his tongue on it before he pulled away. "Split betting on two numbers pays what?" A sadistic part of him purposely chose harder questions that required more thinking. Your struggle think while you thrashed in pleasure made his cock strain harder.

He traced the shape of your pussy with his tongue, poking the tip of his tongue and swirling it around your entrance. Your cunt clenched on the tip of his tongue. You tasted so good that he couldn't help but reach down to stroke his cock a few times.

"I..I don't know, Aventurine," You shakily said, tugging on his hair, "Please, just let me cum," You are on the verge of tears you were so desperate.

Aventurine chuckled softly. "Aww, logic is giving way to the need to cum. How cute," He circled your clit with his tongue again, tearing lewd moans from your throat, "You know the rules, sweetheart. Answer correctly, and you can cum," That keened a frustrated cry from you.

"L-Liar!" You cried out, making Aventurine's eyes glisten with amusement. You knew it was a big fat lie. You'd answered his first three questions correctly and still he denied you. All. Three. Times.

"Hmm? Use your words, sweetheart. Use your words and you can cum," He pressed delicate kisses on your sensitive clit, blowing on it teasingly.

You racked your brain, thinking. He'd told you the answer earlier when you'd discussed the rules. Only his hand had been creeping up your thigh, his knuckle grazing your clit outside of your panties.

How was anyone supposed to think or even comprehend anything in that situation?!

You tugged on Aventurine's hair again in an attempt to ground yourself. The need to feel his tongue fucking relentlessly into you was consuming you. "It pays..it pays," You were cut off when he decided to up the ante, plunging two fingers fingers inside of you.

He teasingly scissored your walls apart, stopping just short of hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. You let out a frustrated sob feeling his fingers ghost ever so slightly on your spongy spot. "Seventeen to one," You never hoped you were right so much in your life.

Aventurine smirked up at you, picking up the pace of his fingers as he lapped at your clit. "Correct, my good girl. Now for a harder one," He denied you yet again, slowing down the pace of his fingers. Fuck, you look so precious, needy and desperate for him to make you cum.

He knew he should ease up a little, knowing you couldn't take much more. Too bad he wasn't going to. You looked so pretty crumbling to pieces for him. Your eyes widened hearing he was going to hit you with a harder question. You couldn't even hold your breath, every time you did he prodded his tongue in a way that made you see stars and louder moans tear from your throat.

"Recite some of the Fibonacci sequence," This was a particularly cruel question for you, and he knew that. You have issues remembering anything numerical. This question was way beyond your scope. Back went his mouth to latch onto your clit, coiling the knot of your orgasm tighter.

Your hips bucked up into his fingers and tongue. "I don't know, okay. I don't know," You whimpered, writhing as your walls sensitive walls clamped tightly around his fingers, "I do anything, Aventurine, please. Just make me cum," If all logic hadn't been thrown out the window before, it was straight up chucked out now.

You were dizzy, aching from overstimulation, tears watering your eyes. Aventurine groaned seeing tears fall from your eyes. His cock nearly ribboned cum into his pants. Someone like you was crying in desperate need for someone like him. Someone who the world deemed at the very bottom of the barrel before he'd even grown up.

"Hmm? Anything?" He hooked his fingers into your sweet, making you twitch in bliss. "The gambler decides the odds," He taunted nonchalantly, "and I'm afraid, the odds are not in your favor," He laughed a little as you shook as you needily rubbed your pussy on his mouth, squirming and writhing as you moaned shamelessly.

[cheralith]

characters ; chigiri hyoma || contains ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, period mention (not towards reader) word count ; 1k

on a good twist on the calm bf x emotional gf trope, chigiri asks you if he's "moody."

you slowly turn your head towards him with a little too tight of a smile and ask him why the sudden question. chigiri frowns and gives a huff, whipping his head away from you. "oh, so you agree?"

you hold back a laugh and touch his arm gently. "no, i'm just wondering why you're asking," you say simply.

your boyfriend sighs and turns back to you, his lips pursed with mild annoyance. leave it to stupid bachira to find dumb trends on tiktok and force everyone to do the "we listen and we don't judge trend" that's been circulating around to shake some tables. some obvious ones were thrown around, but when it got to chigiri's turn, isagi hesitated for a bit before saying,

"well... there was a time that i thought you were a girl that somehow made it to blue lock... and i thought you were really moody because i thought you were on your period or something..."

everyone except for chigiri (and rin, obviously) had burst out into laughter. while he was used to people referring to him in female terms because of his effeminate features, what stood out to him the most was that people had agreed that he was rather the more slightly impertinent of the bunch. he doesn't try to be such, but it's not his fault that sometimes people just annoy him.

he sighs, flopping himself over the kotatsu you and him are under to shield away from the winter air. "some of the guys think i'm a bit of a diva, apparently."

you stay silent, giving another tight-lipped smile while raising your brows. "did they now...?"

"you don't think i'm like that," chigiri faces himself towards you, a slight wrinkle in his brow and a quiet pout on his lips. "... right?"

you open your mouth, trying to think of what to say to comfort him that wouldn't simultaneously lead him into an oblivion that would misguide him. you love your boyfriend very dearly, but even you agreed that he was prone to making some remarks towards those that would strike a nerve to him. you were sometimes victim to his sharp-tongue, though you don't really give it much thought, knowing his unique attitude is what made you so drawn to him in the first place.

"welllll..." you drag as your eyes pull themselves away from his gaze. you were a terrible liar, but you still try to soften the blow anyways. "sometimes, you can be a little..."

chigiri's stare hardens. his lip juts further out, as if he's testing you.

"... emotional," you finish with a tight throat, your smile still plastered firmly.

a thick swallow passes through your throat, the words you just said a little sour on your tongue. you didn't really like telling him the truth, but lying to him wouldn't really do him any good either. chigiri stares at you for a moment longer, digesting what you said, before his eyes soften.

"you think i'm emotional?"

he asks the question so soft, so sad, it squeezes your heart and a guilt seeps itself within it.

"i..." you start, panic bubbling within you as you try not to break at your boyfriend's woeful face.

chigiri knows that sometimes he can have princess-like antics, since the nickname doesn't just stem from his appearance. he knows he's quick to roll his eyes and mark out another player's fault, but those moments don't matter as much as how he acts with you.

his mind races, trying to think of times in which he's shared the same sentiments with you without meaning to. chigiri cherishes you in a way he's never felt about anyone, so the mere thought of accidentally striking a chord in your heart by his quick wit makes his ego falter a bit. the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt you and not even know it, since you have a bad habit of suppressing things.

"did i do something to you to make you think that i'm like that?" chigiri asks.

"um," you fiddle with your fingers and look down to distract yourself. "n-nothing that i can recall recently?"

"you're lying," he retorts flatly.

"am not!"

"you and i and literally the entire country of japan know that lying isn't really your strong suit," he says, his eyes rolling. chigiri suddenly slaps a hand over his mouth, realizing he had just done it again without even thinking. "shit, i'm so sorry... i did it again, didn't i?"

"no, no, it's okay," you comfort as you grab his hand in between your own two grasps. your thumbs ease over the back of his in an attempt to soothe him. "i should've been more honest. i won't lie and say you don't have your moments but—hyoma, look at me, please?"

you gently grab your boyfriend's face to make him share your gaze. the disappointment in his eyes is still embedded within the fuchsia pools that you just find yourself swimming in so often, and you want nothing more than to filter it out.

"you just state your mind," you murmur softly. "i don't think that's a bad thing at all. i liked how honest you are, and that's one of the reasons why i was so drawn to you before we started to date. not many people can show that sort of integrity without second-thoughts."

chigiri's eyes widen at your words. his body goes limp when you caress his cheekbones so tenderly as you push away some stray hairs out of his face so you can look at him clearly.

"maybe some people don't like it, but i sure do," you giggle, flashbacking to when he'd gossip with you about bypassers on the street just to make you laugh. "sharp wit is attractive, y'know."

he settles himself in your hold, just letting himself breathe into a moment between you and him. vulnerability is hard to face and it's another thing to face it head-on, but what chigiri loved most about you was to make up for the lack of creating a false guard, you're able to keep things upfront and personal with him when needed. honesty is crucial to him, and he sighs out of relief, giving you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose as a thank you for easing his nerves.

the guilt from earlier now spilling away from within him, your assurance brings him back to a peace chigiri only feels with you.

[gureumz]

liar, sweetheart

rating: explicit

member: sunghoon

premise: your best friend, benj, is a twin but he's the complete opposite of his brother. his brother, sunghoon, is all kinds of sleazy, or so you've heard. knowing about your big fat crush on your best friend, this sorry excuse of a twin brother agrees to put in a good word, in exchange for a good fuck, of course.

notes: fem!reader, dom!sunghoon, sort of rivals-to-lovers, unprotected sex, slight breeding, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation, praise, clothed sex, accidental voyeurism, sunghoon is two people here lmao, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: fifth entry for my 1k follower special! we're in the endgame now, people. one last after this and my 1k event is ending. how did that happen :') anyways, i really got back into my writing groove for this one so i hope you all enjoy!

"what do you think of sunghoon?"

your ears perk up as you turn your head to give your best friend a look.

oh, benj. sweet, sweet benjamin park.

awkward but in a cute, boyish sort of way, tall almost to the point of gangly, but handsome in the way supermodels were.

benj is a figure skater, a very good one at that. he's at the level where if he did well enough, he'd be international news tomorrow. you've seen him skate and to you, it was nothing short of mesmerizing.

oh, you. clueless, utterly clueless you.

honestly, it was all so predictable.

a situation right out of booktok's latest favorite friends-to-lovers novel by some up-and-coming author. the comfortable silence, the memorized starbucks orders, the pining, oh, the pining. booktok lives for the pining.

sitting here in benj's room as he casually games, fingers lazily moving over his ps5 controller, you realize just how utterly shortsighted you were.

of course you'd fall in love with your best friend. it's law. it's fate. a canon event, as the kids say.

but, you're getting out of topic here. right now, benj is asking you about his twin brother.

"what do you mean?" you ask, swiveling around in the office chair by benj's desk. benj is perched on his bed, leaned up against his headboard as he plays.

"like...what do you think of him...?" benj repeats, as if in an attempt to rephrase his question but ultimately failing.

your forehead creases even more.

"you have to be more specific than that," you chuckle.

benj pauses the game, setting the controller down. he shifts on his side so he can get a better look at you.

"do you like him?" benj deadpans, raising an eyebrow.

you nearly choke on your own saliva.

sunghoon. benj's twin brother.

the younger twin, as benj always reminded. your thoughts drift to the other park brother, complete in all his dark clothes and equally dark hair.

while benj afforded himself the preference of dying his hair an icy blonde, sunghoon kept his own hair jet black. benj wore sweaters and cardigans and loose-fitting shirts, but sunghoon wore button-ups, with the first three buttons popped open, paired with jeans ripped to the heavens.

benj is the shining star in this family, a star figure skater, an overachiever. sunghoon battles his way around ice hockey, dabbles in dance, keeps his triumphs to himself.

benj is the sun, while sunghoon is the moon. yin and yang.

you get the picture.

oh, and sunghoon is a complete asshole. benj is not.

"he's okay," you finally answer. benj looks at you like he's waiting for more.

"that's it?" benj asks after a second.

you roll your eyes. "i don't know what you want me to say. i barely talk to him since i spend most of my time with you."

benj cocks his head to the side, as if curious.

"weird," he says. "he asks about you all the time."

this piques your interest.

"he does?"

benj shrugs, returning his attention to the tv. he picks the forgotten controller back up, resuming his game.

"yeah. asks if and when you'll be coming over," benj explains. he shoots you a quick side glance.

"you're not hooking up behind my back, are you?"

you physically recoil at benj's words, the idea initially repulsive to you.

"absolutely not," you practically spit out. "he's not my type."

benj bursts out laughing, his eyes forming cute crescents as he does so.

"you basically just called me ugly with that," benj points out, eyes unmoving from the tv screen.

you stutter for a second. "that's not what i meant. it's just—well we're not close, at least not like how we are and—"

you sigh, cutting yourself off. you've embarrassed yourself enough, you think.

benj shakes his head, one side of his mouth turning up in a half-smile.

"okay, no need to explain, ______. i was just asking," benj says. "but the way you're so defensive about it is raising a few questions, not gonna lie."

you rub exasperatedly at your temples.

"i am not sleeping with your brother."

---

"hey."

you nearly jump a foot back in surprise. looking up, you're met with the stern gaze of sunghoon, black hair falling over his eyes. he's wearing one of those compression shirts, ridiculously tight against his toned upper body.

you turn away before it gets weird.

"oh, sorry, is benj home?" you ask, peeking momentarily past sunghoon.

"he's at training," sunghoon informs. "didn't he tell you?"

you glance at your watch. "he said he'd be done by now."

sunghoon raises an eyebrow. "well, he's not."

your mouth falls open, your mind momentarily going blank. you shift your expression to one of stony resolve.

"you know what, i'll just come back. sorry to bother you," you say, already turning away.

"i didn't tell you to leave, did i?"

you turn back, giving sunghoon a look. you stare hard, noticing just how much he resembles benj. but some things differ, naturally.

an extra beauty mark. the slightly sharper upturn of his nose. the seemingly eternal frown on his face.

"you can come in," sunghoon says with a sigh, stepping aside. you duck your head as you cross the threshold.

"and don't be so uptight next time," he adds. you can practically hear the smirk as he says this.

you glare daggers at sunghoon and he's still smiling as he closes the door behind him. he crosses his arms and studies you.

he leans back against the door and you straighten yourself up as much as you could.

"what's your problem, sunghoon?" you ask, planting your hands on your hips.

"what's yours?" sunghoon replies. you feel a twinge of annoyance spark in your chest.

"nothing," you emphasize. "and that's exactly it. i don't have a problem but if you don't stop acting like that, i might just have one soon enough."

"acting like what?" sunghoon questions, tilting his head to the side.

you swallow. you rack your brain for something to say, and don't be mistaken, you have a lot, but it's like your train of thought has halted altogether.

"like...that," you say, gesticulating vaguely with your hands.

sunghoon laughs, a hand coming up to run through his hair. you watch him, observe as his muscles shift beneath that stupidly tight, stupidly attractive shirt.

...what?

"are you this jumpy with my brother?" sunghoon asks, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

"i don't follow," you say, taking a step back. being close to sunghoon seems suffocating now, as if the air is stuffy with something you can't quite put your finger on.

"of course, you don't," sunghoon mutters under his breath.

it takes everything in you not to punch him square in the jaw.

"you like benj, don't you?" it's more of a statement rather than a question and it's so unexpected to you, you nearly stumble back in surprise.

"what?" is all you can say.

sunghoon snorts as if your confusion is oh-so-amusing.

"no need to deny it, _______," sunghoon reassures. "everyone with one working eye can see it."

you decide to stay silent. maybe if you don't react, sunghoon would drop the subject.

sunghoon seems satisfied with himself as he grins, nodding to himself, probably mentally patting himself on the back for his 'detective work'. he brushes past you and you get a whiff of his perfume and what you can assume is his body wash.

fresh. powdery. clean.

you wait a second before you hear his bedroom door close.

you let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

your phone vibrates with a notification and you're relieved to see it's a message from benj.

'are you at my place yet? i'll be home in a few. sunghoon will let you in. sorry, love u!'

you smile to yourself as you lock your phone.

---

you couldn't stop thinking about it.

were you really that obvious? or is it just some twin telepathy that's why sunghoon could tell? could benj tell?

you sit up, careful not to jostle anything in your immediate vicinity. you peer up at benj's sleeping figure from where you're situated on his spare mattress, positioned on the floor right next to his bed.

he seems to be deep in slumber, shoulders rising and falling steadily. you swallow, realizing how parched your throat has gotten. you get up on your feet, treading carefully around benj's room to get to the door.

you exit, walking down the hallway of the parks' penthouse apartment, trying to make as minimal sound as you can. you round the corner to where you know the kitchen is and you immediately stop in your tracks.

"shit—" you curse, startled by the figure standing by the kitchen island.

your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you realize you've come face to face with sunghoon.

"hi, _______," sunghoon greets. "fancy seeing you here."

you huff, approaching the refrigerator. "ha ha. you scared the shit out of me."

you hear sunghoon laugh quietly from behind you.

you take the ice-cold pitcher out of the fridge, setting it on the counter before walking over to the cupboards where the parks keep their glasses.

you can feel sunghoon watching you, aware of the burning attention. you can feel your neck prickle with it.

you pull the cupboard door open and it's only now that you realize you can barely see. afraid to just reach in and possibly knock over and break something, you pause, willing your vision to adjust even more to the low lighting.

"hey, can you turn on the—"

your words are cut off when you feel warmth press up against your back. you flinch, watching with wide eyes as sunghoon's arm braces itself against the countertop in front of you. he reaches over you, his breath tickling the top of your head.

you shiver involuntarily.

you turn to face him, pressing yourself fully against the granite behind you. sunghoon pulls a glass down from the cupboard, handing it to you. his arm is still planted firmly to your side, half caging you in.

"here," sunghoon says.

you can just make out his face in the low light, his scent invading your senses once more. you take the glass from him and he steps away, freeing you.

you wordlessly return to the center of the kitchen, pouring yourself the water you desperately need. and boy, do you need it.

you gulp down mouthfuls of it, unsure why your legs are suddenly weak, your knees threatening to give out.

"hey," sunghoon calls out. you pause, turning to where he's still standing by the cupboards.

he has the same easy stance he had earlier in the day. leaned back, arms crossed. even in the dark, you can feel him staring.

"what?" it comes out a little more harshly than you'd like and you wince.

"do you hate me or something?" sunghoon asks brusquely.

once again, you find yourself rendered speechless by sunghoon.

"no," you answer simply, setting your glass down.

"then why don't you hang out with me like you do with benj?" sunghoon asks, approaching you.

"because benj is my best friend, you're not," you respond. sunghoon stops right in front of you and you have to crane your neck to meet where you think his eyes are.

"your best friend that you're in love with," sunghoon says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"that's not true," you deny.

sunghoon snickers. "sure, keep lying to yourself, sweetheart."

you inhale at the term of endearment.

"you know, i never understood why you got closer to him but you stopped spending time with me altogether," sunghoon muses. "the three of us grew up together, remember?"

you do.

the afternoons spent in the local playground. you and benj sat on the swings while sunghoon pushed. you and sunghoon on the seesaw while benj attempted to balance in the middle (much to their mother's horror). the twins hiding while you played seeker.

a smile tugs at your lips at the memory. and then it falters just as quick.

"you were the one who stopped hanging out with us," you say, a little accusatory in the way you did. "you had newer ice hockey friends and when middle school rolled around, you decided those girls were worth your time more than us."

'more than me,' is what you wanted to say. but you swallow it down.

sunghoon stays silent at this. after what you estimate is a minute, he sighs.

"sorry," is all he says.

you shake your head. "it's okay, we all drift apart from our childhood friends at one point."

sunghoon steps even closer. you can feel him now. a strange crackle of electricity tickles your fingertips.

"that's not the case with you and benj," sunghoon observes.

it's your turn to say nothing.

"i can help you," sunghoon suggests. your head snaps up as you try to process sunghoon's words.

you can see him now, illuminated by the faint hallway lights behind you. sunghoon's looking at you, expression unreadable.

"help me?" you parrot back. sunghoon nods.

"i can help you get with benj, if that's what you want. plant the seeds, so to speak," sunghoon explains. "he is my twin brother, after all."

you consider this for a moment. there's no denying the giddy feeling you get in benj's presence. the comfort it gives you when you spend the whole day together. the butterflies in your stomach when he beams at you, all bright and shining.

this should be an offer you can't refuse.

"i just have one thing to ask of you," sunghoon cuts through your thoughts.

"what?" you ask.

sunghoon pauses, turning away as if gathering his own words.

"do you ever feel that there's this weird...thing between us?" sunghoon asks.

your whole body seems to stiffen. your hands turn cold, clammy.

"like tension," sunghoon elaborates. "something you can't really explain."

"no," you answer a little too quickly.

sunghoon chuckles. "there you go again, lying."

you avoid sunghoon's gaze, staring hard at a spot behind him where his shadow dances against the cabinets.

"if you agree to...try this thing with me just this once, i'll help you get together with benj," sunghoon concludes, bending lower so he's in your line of sight.

unable to avoid him any longer, you look into sunghoon's eyes. he's much clearer now, your eyes well-adjusted to the dark. he's looking at you, expression soft, unlike the other times you've come face-to-face with him.

"so, you're offering to be my wingman, but only if i let you fuck me?" you string your words out carefully. "is that it?"

sunghoon sighs, shrugging. "basically, yeah. sounds fucking weird but you can always say no."

"it is weird," you confirm. you cross your arms as you narrow your eyes at sunghoon.

"can't we just skip the part where we fuck and go straight to the part where you help me?"

sunghoon grins down at you, dipping even lower so you're eye level with him.

"it's as if you don't know me at all, _______," sunghoon says lowly. "that hardly seems fair, sweetheart."

you grit your teeth.

"besides, do you want to skip the part where we fuck?" sunghoon presses on the last word, holding your gaze as he said it. you feel a warmth spread all over your body.

you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. your mind is at war with itself, warning you that this is a bad idea. if you get together with benj after, what then? take the secret that you fucked his brother to your grave?

"just this once, and when we're done, you'll help me, correct?" you say, raising a brow at sunghoon.

sunghoon nods. "exactly."

you pause. you want it. what 'it' is, you're not so sure.

you reach your hand out.

"deal."

sunghoon grasps your hand in his, squeezing firmly. his fingers envelop yours easily, your palm almost cartoonishly smaller than his.

and he's warm. so warm.

your eyes meet his and it's like something snaps.

you feel sunghoon grasp at your waist and your own arms come flying up to wrap around sunghoon's neck. he kisses you fervently, harshly, desperately. you respond with the same enthusiasm, pulling him closer to you.

sunghoon pushes you against the fridge, the contents rattling within. you gasp as the cold metal presses through your thin pajamas, but sunghoon drinks in any noise from you with his mouth.

"fuck," sunghoon mutters softly.

"god, ______," sunghoon continues, hands splayed against your back, his lips exploring the expanse of your neck.

"sunghoon," you whisper, clutching onto his wide frame. you mewl softly when you feel him suckle on a spot just above your collarbone.

you pull sunghoon away from your neck, guiding his face back to level with yours. you kiss him some more, a strange feeling bubbling within you.

it's making you want more of sunghoon, as if your whole being craved him.

you hear a soft click of a door opening somewhere down the hall and your eyes fly open, your hands forcing sunghoon off you. he jumps back as well, a panicked look on his face.

footsteps echo in the hallway and a voice immediately follows after.

"_______?"

benj. it's benj. his voice is thick with sleep and you look over at sunghoon, eyes wide with alarm.

"i-i'm in the kitchen," you call out. "just needed a drink."

you rush out of the kitchen and into the hall, running right into benj's firm chest. he catches you before you stumble and he holds you at arm's length, looking at you through half-closed eyes.

"there you are," benj says with a laugh.

you let out a nervous giggle of your own, gently pushing benj back towards his room.

"i'm right here," you assure him. benj rambles on about hearing noises from his room and you quickly dismiss it as you just messing around in their kitchen.

just as you herd benj back into his room, you look back down the hall and see sunghoon sauntering casually towards his own door. he catches your eye and winks, stepping quietly into his room.

---

"i know what you were doing last night."

you stop dead in your tracks, hand frozen in midair just as you're unwrapping your hair from your towel.

you had just stepped out of the bathroom adjacent to benj's room, dressed in his shirt and your shorts from yesterday. it's the morning after your little tryst with sunghoon and you were nearly a hundred percent sure you had successfully lied your way out of an explanation to benj.

it turns out, you haven't.

"you were hooking up with sunghoon, weren't you?" benj says, looking at you expectantly.

you put on your best attempt at an appalled expression, eyes wide an lips turning down into a frown.

"no, i wasn't," you muster up with as much disgust as you can.

benj just laughs. "i've lived here for nearly half my life, ____. i know the sounds of this house better than you."

"well, you thought wrong," you argue, busying yourself with brushing through your hair. you keep your eyes trained on the full body mirror in front of you, setting your sight on your own face.

benj comes up behind you, looking at you as if he could see right through you.

you think maybe he can.

"you're such a bad liar," benj accuses.

"i would never hook up with your brother," you protest, raking through your hair aggressively. you're getting antsy and you pray that benj would just drop the subject.

"why not?" benj questions.

you look at his reflection, scowling. "i don't like him like that, benj."

"hooking up with him would feel like hooking up with you," you add. 'a red herring, yes,' you think. 'distract him, make him feel weird for even asking.'

benj gives you a look. "what's so bad about that?"

you stare open-mouthed at benj. a million thoughts are flying through your head and something pinches at your chest.

"you're my best friend, benj," you try to reason. "that's weird."

"and hooking up with my brother isn't?"

you groan, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i didn't hook up with sunghoon!"

benj nods, pouting as if not fully convinced. "okay, whatever you say."

he steps out through the door, leaving you in his eerily quiet room.

you sigh, turning back to your reflection.

"not yet," you whisper to yourself.

---

"aren't you leaving yet?"

you look up from your phone and you're met with sunghoon peeking through benj's door. his hair is damp and you can smell his aftershave from where you're sprawled out on benj's bed.

"nope," you reply curtly, turning back to your phone.

"you've been here two days," sunghoon points out, stepping into the room. you ignore the jolt of excitement in your gut.

"i'll leave once benj comes back from training," you say.

"oh sure, then the two of you will get caught up again in whatever nerd things you do, and then it's the evening and you'll stay another night, walking around in your skimpy pajamas," sunghoon rambles sarcastically.

you narrow your eyes him as you sit up. "what's wrong with my pajamas?"

"they make me impossibly hard, _______. that's what's wrong," sunghoon admits, expression unchanging.

your eyebrows shoot up in mild surprise. "that down bad, huh?"

"nah," sunghoon replies nonchalantly.

"whatever you say, sweetheart," you say, throwing the pet name back at sunghoon.

sunghoon lets his eyes travel over your body, expression darkening, and you feel every hair on your skin stand up under his unrelenting gaze. you shift around, unsure of what to do with sunghoon's undivided attention.

you watch as sunghoon approaches, his jaw set as he pauses right before benj's bed. he meets your eyes and before you know it, sunghoon is crawling over you, stopping once he has you caged in between his arms.

"you're seriously not thinking of fucking me on your twin brother's bed, are you?" you whisper. you're nearly nose to nose with sunghoon now.

"i am," sunghoon answers simply before kissing you, effectively driving you back against the plush mattress.

the same bubbling feeling reappears and you grab at any part of sunghoon that you can, hooking your legs around his waist. he grunts against your mouth and you feel him harden against your core.

"this is my shirt by the way," sunghoon grins against your lips. "benj stole it from me a while back."

you moan at the thought of it. you feel sunghoon reach under your—his—shirt, chuckling when he feels the absence of a bra. he cups one of your breasts in his hand, kneading as he continues his assault on your lips.

"lose this," sunghoon commands, his other hand tugging your shorts down harshly. you oblige, reaching down to discard the piece of clothing along with your underwear.

"but keep this on," sunghoon adds as he kisses along your jaw, referring to the large shirt swallowing your frame.

you kick off your shorts and underwear the same time sunghoon pulls back to undo his own joggers. he throws them off to the side unceremoniously before hovering back over you, his eyes scanning every feature of your face.

"if you're so in love with benj, why are you about to sleep with me on his bed?" sunghoon asks, his fingers trailing down delicately from your chest down to your stomach. you flinch, fighting the urge to curl into yourself at the ticklish feeling.

sunghoon continues down towards the space between your legs, wasting no time swiping through your folds. you gasp, back arching as sunghoon rubs up and down, finger circling teasingly around your entrance.

"you talk too much," you counter, voice shaking. "are you gonna fuck my brains out or what?"

sunghoon sneers, shoving two fingers in without warning. you yelp, turning to bury your face in benj's pillow. it smells like him, but you barely register that, seeing as his twin's fingers are knuckles deep in you.

"go on, run your mouth like you always do, slut," sunghoon taunts. you involuntarily clench down at his use of such a degrading word and sunghoon notices, of course, his mouth curling into a smirk.

"should have known you were into that," sunghoon wonders out loud. he moves his fingers in and out of you, pumping his thick digits into your wanting hole.

you clamp a hand down on your mouth, suppressing every noise that threatens to escape you.

"let me hear you, pretty, come on," sunghoon coos, prying your hand off your face. "it's just the two of us here."

you bite your lip but let yourself be heard as sunghoon continues to fuck you with his fingers. he curls them up inside you and you thrash about, the pressure building within your abdomen.

"gonna cum already? you're so fucking easy," sunghoon comments, leveling his face with your cunt. he blows softly against your clit and you cry out in pleasure.

you feel the wet heat of his tongue press against your bundle of nerves and coupled with sunghoon's fingers, you can't help but curse loudly at the sensations.

"shit, sunghoon!" you whine. "yes, just like that, please."

sunghoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and running his tongue over it alternately. you feel like you're about to lose your mind. you're seconds away from orgasm and you barely have any time to warn sunghoon.

"i'm gonna cum, sunghoon i'm gonna—"

you're cut short by your own loud moans as you feel yourself come undone, your whole body seizing up. you grip at the sheets beneath you with one hand while the other reaches down to thread through sunghoon's hair. you hear him grunt against your pussy as you tug at the strands.

eventually, you relax, easing up on sunghoon's hair. he comes up to face you, his mouth glistening with your release. he licks his lips, smirking at the way you watch him with awe.

"you still with me?" sunghoon asks with a raise of his brow. you nod weakly, hands coming up to cup at his face.

sunghoon leans down to kiss you tenderly and you moan as you taste yourself on his lips. he moves his lips against yours slowly, savoring each pass of your tongue over each other's, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away.

you peek down and see that sunghoon's cock stands red and angry against the black of his shirt.

"fuck me raw," you say before you can stop yourself.

sunghoon's eyebrows shoot up.

"are you sure?" he asks.

you nod, angling your hips up. restraint be damned, you want sunghoon and you want him now.

sunghoon chews down on his bottom lip as he lines himself up against your dripping hole. he coats his tip with your juices and you throw your head back as he teases you with his leaking cock.

"please," you whisper.

sunghoon presses a kiss on your cheek. "i got you, angel."

you feel him push in, stretching you out more than you anticipated. your mouth falls open in a silent moan as sunghoon slowly but surely bottoms out. your heart races and your mind loses all coherent thought. all you can register is that sunghoon feels like he's splitting you open with his dick.

"fuuuuck," sunghoon drawls into your ear.

"so fucking tight and so fucking good," he continues, bracing himself on either side of you. he moves his hips experimentally, pulling out then thrusting in and the two of you moan at the same time.

"give it to me," you pant, pulling sunghoon closer. "don't you dare hold back."

sunghoon grunts as he snaps his hips forward. you whine and moan like a whore as sunghoon fucks into you with reckless abandon. he keeps his eyes on your face, observing every expression that passes over your features.

"look at me," sunghoon orders as you let your eyes flutter close. "i said, look at me."

you obey, peering up at sunghoon through your lashes. he grabs your jaw as he hammers even harder into you. you cry out brokenly as you feel him deep within you. he's like a man starved, eyes wild as he takes you like this. rough and uncaring and oh so desperate.

"waited so long for this," sunghoon grunts. "to have you moaning and begging under me."

you feel tears prickle in your eyes, half from sunghoon's sharp nails digging into your cheek and half from the way his cock repeatedly punches against your cervix. it hurts but it's a pain you'd like to savor.

"god," sunghoon says, his face scrunching up in pleasure. he momentarily closes his eyes as he moves his hips even faster. he turns back to you, and by this time, your tears have escaped, streaking your face.

"fuck yeah, cry for me," sunghoon curses. "my pretty slut, weeping over my dick."

"oh, fuck—"

it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly that you can physically feel your body jolt. your second orgasm of the day rips through you, brought about by the filthy words escaping sunghoon's mouth. you hear him practically growl above you as he stills, your cunt clenching down so hard he's unable to move. you feel him twitch inside you and a second later, the warmth of his cum follows, shooting deep inside.

you're full-on crying now, mind hazy from pleasure as sunghoon catches himself before completely crushing you with his weight.

you wrap your shaky arms around sunghoon's shoulders, stroking his hair as the two of you calm yourselves down. sunghoon pulls out a minute later and you wince, immediately clamping your legs together to keep all of him inside you.

sunghoon plops down next to you, breathing heavy as his eyes stare at the ceiling. you hug your knees to your chest, hoping that nothing stains benj's sheets.

"fuck, that's a good girl, keeping all my cum in," sunghoon says through breathless chuckles. you groan, swatting at his chest.

"get tissues or something," you demand weakly, rolling over to your side. sunghoon pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.

"later," he murmurs, kissing you on the forehead. "just wanna hold you."

you hum in agreement, letting your eyes droop close. the two of you lay there, unmoving for a few minutes.

you initially think it's your imagination but you can hear faint footsteps coming down the hallway from outside benj's room. just as your eyes fly open, a loud knock thunders against the door.

"are you done?" comes benj's muffled voice from the other side.

"as much as i wanted to stay and watch, that might not be something you guys are into, so i gave you your privacy," he continues.

you and sunghoon look at each other, clearly panicking.

"but please, for the love of god, don't do it on my goddamn bed next time!"

[leoninekelter]

I DO think it's important that most of James Somerton's subscribers don't watch EVERY video by a creator they like, unless they're the most diehard. Even as a devoted fan of several essayists I can't even say I've definitely watched all of their videos even if I've watched a sizable majority. A lot of people probably saw some very good content he stole and liked it, not watching other content where he added his own thoughts. I know even as a detached casual viewer, he'd say weird shit, I'd make a face, and I'd forget about it. And I think it's something people miss in this. I'm someone who noticed he was a little off,but decided it's good to hear a different perspective and I don't have to agree with every word he says, unknowingly giving a liar money.

I just see so many people saying "HOW DID PEOPLE GIVE HIM MONEY? LMAO" most people didn't sit there absorbing every single word he's ever thrown at a screen. I would put video essays on for background noise and such. It's so easy to miss these things, unfortunately.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

Draco had got barely halfway across the Entrance Hall when it happened. He felt the Trip Jinx round his ankles before he saw his assailants, and he went sprawling hard onto the cold stone floor, the wind knocked out of him, his wand spinning away to clatter out of sight and well out of reach. He lay on his front, coughing and gasping with ugly laughter ringing in his ears.

"Nasty tumble, there Malfoy," jeered someone behind him. "You want to mind where you're going, or you could hurt yourself."

Draco pushed up onto his hands and knees, still trying to get his breath. There was no way he could reach his wand before they jinxed him again; he hadn't even seen where it landed. He never was any good at muggle duelling. He got one leg under him, bracing himself to be knocked flat again, and heard a shout from above him.

"Protego!"

The jinx bounced off the Shield, and Draco got to his feet under its protection. Harry Potter was striding down the marble staircase toward them looking like a thunderstorm. Halfway along he stooped and picked up Draco's wand. He hardly glanced at Draco as he passed him and marched up to the little knot of seventh years picking themselves up from where they'd been hit by the rebounding jinx.

"Think it's funny to knock people down, do you, McLaggen?" snarled Potter, glaring up at the biggest of the lot.

"Oh don't get your wand in a knot, Potter. It's only Malfoy," said McLaggen in the sort of tone you might use to say 'It's only a slug.' "No love lost there, eh?"

"It doesn't matter who it is! We're not doing things like that anymore," Potter said furiously. "We just got done with a fucking war, and you want to keep fighting? You lot want to keep it going just for fun? Well, I don't, and I better not see you do that again! Now clear off! Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

"You can't--"

"Too fucking right I can! Now get back to your common room!" And, perhaps because Potter was Head Boy, perhaps because he looked like he could spit nails, or perhaps simply because he was Harry Potter, they did clear off. Potter watched them go, then turned to Draco. He still looked quite angry, but he was clearly trying to gather himself, "You okay?"

Draco had grazed his palms rather badly from throwing his hands out when he landed; his left wrist and forefinger were throbbing mightily, and his chest still ached, but he shrugged, "Fine."

Potter grabbed his sleeve and pulled Draco toward him to inspect his injuries, "Liar. You should go to the hospital wing and get that sorted out."

"I'll live," said Draco, but he didn't withdraw.

Potter frowned at him, chewed his lip. "I heal it for you if you'd rather," he offered after a moment.

"If nothing else will please you."

Potter pointed his wand at Draco's bleeding hands, "Episkey." The scrapes vanished, and Draco felt the spell heal his sprained wrist and finger as well. Potter pressed something into Draco's hands. Draco's wand. Draco had already forgotten he'd picked it up.

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Excerpt from my new fic Queen of the Weeds! Drarry, Rated E, 60K. This is a coming of age story about figuring out who you're going to be and what you're going to do after your life very publicly falls apart. Draco and Harry become friends and more after they both return to Hogwarts for their 8th year after the war.

This fic is not a WIP, it is complete. I will be posting new chapters on Sundays and Thursdays until the whole thing is up.

Also gratitude to Allie @oflights from whom I got the poem that I took the title from.

Edit: This fic is now completely posted! You can read all 10 chapters now now now! I hope you enjoy reading it, because it was such a genuine pleasure to write, and I'm really going to miss working on it! Get the whole story here on AO3!

[rumeras]

Xavier | Drunk I Love You

saw a video on tiktok that gave me an idea for a short xavier moment so here we go :)

word count: 1.3k

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Tara was so dead.

You really had no idea how the night had gone the way it had. Your wonderful friend had somehow found out about a successful mission your team had completed. It wouldn't have been a big surprise that she'd found it out.. if it hadn't been a covert operation in the N109 zone that lasted 9 months and had come to a close days before.

But, she got her intel from someone (definitely looking at Nero) and dragged you and Xavier out to celebrate. The night was pleasant, or it was until you saw Tara standing outside a club, not the restaurant she said she was bringing you both too.

Two hours later you stand outside supporting Xavier's weight as he leans into you with his arm over your shoulder. Tara had disappeared some thirty minutes ago with a promise to come back, but she was a liar.

Xavier nestled his face into the crook of your neck as you stopped beside some parked cars on the empty street four blocks from the club.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at the action and you cleared your throat, "Xavier, can you stand up straight?"

You knew he was a lightweight, but you didn't think he was that much of a lightweight. He'd had a shot and half a fruity drink before his face had gone red, and two more drinks after that he was slumped on the bar. Babbling nonsensical things about wanderers and Jeremiah.

He hummed in response to you as he stood up to his full height and pulled himself off of you. He stumbled back at the action, you gasped and scrambled to catch him. He threw his arms up to ward you off as he swayed slightly but eventually righted himself.

"S'okay." He shook his head and you could see him scrunch his face up as he blinked his eyes, seemingly to clear his vision.

You reach a hand forward as Xavier tilts on his feet, your hand on his chest steadies him again. Once he's able to hold his own weight you go to pull your hand back but his own shoots to yours and holds it firmly to his chest.

"Y/N.." He looks down at you with hooded eyes, your breath catches slightly at the look. The warmth of his palm has you all too aware of how close he is to you.

The thought of his hand caressing your check, slowly reaching back and running through your hair causes you to snap back to reality and shake your head. You peel his hand off yours and grab his wrist to pull him forward.

"Let's get you home."

You don't get more than a step before he's yanking his hand from your grip, it's your turn to stumble back. He isn't there to catch you, as he's catching himself so you end up falling back onto the pavement.

You moan in pain as the throb in your tailbone sets in, you rub your backside with a dejected sigh. You weren't a very good babysitter it seems.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Xavier shakes his head to get rid of the fogginess, he squats down to be eye level with you.

He watches as tears prickle in your eyes, at the pain. One second he's just staring and the next his body is moving for him. He's wiping your cheeks to rid your face of the wetness before he can stop himself.

You freeze and watch as his hair falls into his eyes, the slight pout on his lips as his fingers dance across your skin makes you suck in a breath.

Xavier and your relationship was...complicated at best. It seemed that there were romantic feelings involved, but there was nothing but fleeting glances and the occasional brush of touch. You were too worried to inquire more into it, and he seems absolutely oblivious to it all.

"I have to tell you something."

The intense look in his eyes makes you look away, with a forced laugh you shake your head. You begin to climb to your feet, flinching at the sting of your butt.

"We can talk about it later."

His hand shots out as you stand up, grasping your wrist with an urgency you didn't know he had. You glance down at him with furrowed brows.

"Xavier—"

"I want to talk about it now." His eyes are much darker now, serious even. You sigh and try to pull him to his feet.

Xavier absolutely ragdolls out of your grip and flops back onto his butt in the street, you give an almost breathless gasp as you try to save him but fail. Completely surprised, you glance around to see if anyone is in the area but you two.

"Why won't you look at me?" His voice is deeper as well, the playful drunk slur is no longer evident.

Taken aback, you glance back down to him. He's leaned back on his palms looking up at you, the streetlight flickers above the two of you for a moment.

"It's 1am Xavier—"

"I love you."

"—we should really get back to our.."

You go quiet, your previous thought flung out the window like a frisbee. Your gaze snaps back down to him, he's swaying slightly even sitting back on his palms. The words formulate on your lips as you mouth them, just to ensure you heard them right.

"Yeah." Xavier nods his head and it droops a little low before coming back up to stare at you. His tone is so matter of fact. "I love you."

Blood roars in your ears, so many thoughts are swirling in your mind that you don't even think you can compile any of them into a coherent sentence. Xavier reaches one of his hands out to you, his fingers flutter, beckoning you closer.

Hesitantly, you place your hand in his.

Only for him to yank you down between his open legs. You try hard not to fall as you kneel in front of him, your thighs brush against his own as he curls his legs around you holding you almost in his lap.

His fingertips ghost across your cheek and move to grip the back of your head softly, almost like he doesn't want to hurt you.

"I just needed to say that now."

And by the way your cheeks flush, and how you avoid his gaze. He knows you feel it as well. He tugs you closer by the nape of your neck, you use your hands to stop yourself from falling into his chest.

The warmth of your hands on him to steady yourself almost makes his heart combust. The feeling of having you so close could almost sober him up, maybe make him rethink his drunk thoughts.

Your noses touch and your breath mingles together between you. You glance down at his lips, and he watches you do so. The flush tone of your face, and the heavy beat of his heart are almost too much to take.

"Xavier." It's a whisper but he swallows it as he closes his lips over yours.

You make a sound of surprise as your hand grips tightly onto his dress shirt, you don't know if its to steady your dizzy head or to pull him closer. He meets you in kind and uses is free hand to grab your waist and pull you closer, effectively moving your legs to straddle his own waist.

There's a seconds pause were the kiss break and you suck in a deep breath, your eyes meet. The need to be closer has you cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to meet yours again.

From peppered kisses to a full-blown make out session, your night had definitely take a turn.

Xavier breaks the kiss, his thumb hovers over your bottom lip as he gazes up into your eyes. They shine so bright under the harsh glow of the still flickering street lamp above.

"So, it's mutual." There's a pause of silence before you break out into a fit of laughter, you wrap your arms around his neck.

Pulling him into your chest you smile, "I love you, Xavier."

my first post!!! hopefully yall like it T^T ♥

[veemeow]

⋆˚࿔ 18+ Love & Deepspace NSFW Headcanons 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ feel free to ask any questions or offer any input! this is purely for fun :) This is my first time writing something like this out so be kind pls lol

Xavier -> Zayne -> Rafayel -> Sylus

hc's written with fem!mc in mind, but the majority of points here can be read neutrally :)

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Xavier

Xavier is extremely affectionate and clingy. Out of all the MLs, he is the most physical

Has the highest libido

Messy when doing the deed- will start out slow, gentle, but gets rougher or more intense

Can go several rounds, fall asleep, and then pick up where you left off lol

He's quite sensitive behind his ears.

Loves when you grasp and touch at his chest and abdomen when he's in you.

Is somewhat vocal- he'll start out quiet at first, with more breathes and grunting, but he'll softly moan and whimper as you continue.

LOVES when you're vocal, breathing and moaning in his ear

He's big on sensory stimulation! (See: no restraint memory)

Lots of heavy breathing and sounds bouncing on the walls lolol

His two favorite positions are missionary and having you on his lap. His hands grasp and squeeze your body, he buries himself in your neck, plants kisses on you wherever he can, and leaves very little distance between you two

Xavier is 1000% a munch. If he's not inside you, he wants to be devouring you.

Prefers hand jobs over blowjobs. I don't think he'd care much for blowjobs, but he would accept and enjoy it if you gave him one. He just prefers [previous bullet point]

Loves when you squeeze your thighs around his face, press his face between your legs, and tug on his hair while he eats you out.

He gazes at you constantly; watching your reactions

He likes to nibble and nip at your skin, especially around your neck and collarbone- he'll leave hickeys in a few spots; your collarbone, the space on your neck below your ear, and the nape of your neck, the dip of your shoulder ; areas with visibility. He'll say he didn't mean to like a liar

He likes to nibble and kiss at sensitive areas where you might be a little ticklish, to make you smile. If you do the same though, he'll smile but you'll be riling him up to keep going or want more

"Please?" ; "Tell me you love me" ; "I'm yours" ; "I love you" (over and over and over) ; "You're mine" [jealous/possessive] ; "Does that feel good?" ; "You taste/feel so good"

Loves when you hold his head, cup his face, etc!

He likes to cum on your stomach.. at times he'll place himself between your thighs, using them or his hand to get off and spill onto you.

He's a huge cuddler, and when you fall asleep he's happy to spoon or be spooned. But it's hard to leave his grasp.

He's in heaven when you just lay your entire body weight on him

He's not much for PDA, but he tends to maintain close proximity to you, and will lay his head on you. Will lock arms or hold hands occasionally, but I see his affection being more light in public, unless other people aren't around.

Zayne

Has the lowest libido.

He's likes to service you, but will switch so you can take the lead.

He enjoys servicing you, but he likes (and prefers) when you initiate intimacy with him.

You have had him tie your hands above your head or behind you while he explores your body- he particularly likes gently complimenting you as he kisses you softly. Besides this, your intimate life is actually very vanilla and soft

"Every part of you is beautiful" ; "You don't know what you do to me" ; "Does that feel good?" ; "This part here, and this part here... [as he trails is hands and fingers down your chest, stomach, and so on.. Planting kisses as he goes]"

Plays with your nipples the most, using lots of tongue stimulation

He's not really one for hickeys or leaving marks behind

He enjoys having you take the lead- when you straddle him, kiss his neck and chest, and tease him about if it feels good or if he wants more.

He's the most sensitive physically! His chest and stomach are particularly sensitive, and ofc especially his Peenus lol. I don’t think he’s ticklish he’s just touch starved and very reactive (in his own way)

He's not very vocal, and instead breathes heavily and grunts a lot- but you can manage a moan out of him when giving him oral.

He's the most gentle out of all the MLs, he never handles you roughly and prefers the same from you. Your sexual relationship is best described as gentle.

He's not big on PDA, but when you two are alone together, he enjoys having you casually on him- on his lap, resting your legs on him, his head on your lap, etc. He finds comfort in the simple, but secure forms of affection that you two reserve for each other.

He views sex as a very intimate and personal act, and prefers to do it intentionally.

Rafayel

His libido is ??? He alternates between periods where he can go without sex / not care much for it, and becomes a sex machine.

Out of all the MLs, he is the most vocal in bed. He's not very good at hiding his reactions anyway, he gets shy and embarrassed.

He loves being teased. He's quite sensitive overall, especially around his ears and between his thighs. If you caress or fondle any part of his body, he's quick to blush. His chest is also v sensitive

He's not particularly dominant or submissive. I think he can be quite forward and take the lead, but he just as well is willing to let you take initiative as well.

Rafayel is quite the romantic- he'll go out of his way to set the mood, set up candles and music, and even buy you lingerie.

He loves lingerie and having you straddle and tease him. Grinding on his hips and fiddling with his shirt until the buttons are undone, or sliding your hands beneath it. All the while, his hands grasp your thighs

He likes when you leave hickeys on his neck and chest.

Enjoys blowjobs and handjobs. If you edge him, he'll say you're bullying him.

Rafayel likes having you on top of him the most; on his lap as you grind on him or in cowgirl position. He'll play with your g-spot as you ride him.

Wants you to look at him while doing the deed, but he has a tendency of looking away himself since he flushes easily. He loves looking into your eyes though during and after.

He likes to kiss your face the most, and even gentle kisses with him feel passionate.

He enjoys bathing with you! Not necessarily as a sexual thing, but as a form of intimacy and comfort. It makes him feel secure and closer to you.

He's the type where you can laugh together while being intimate. You can joke and tease each other and not lose momentum!

"Hold me" ; "Please [xmultiple]" ; 'Kiss me" ; "You're everything to me" ; "You won't be able to forget me" ; "Please don't look away"

Sylus

His libido is also ???

He's not one to go out of his way to be physically affectionate with you normally, but he enjoys (and wants) you to cling onto him.

He's very dominating and loves to tease.

Sylus can go several rounds just to change positions or service a different part of you. He's a service top all around imo.

Does lots of nipple play and loves seeing you squirm with his fingers in you

He likes to cum inside you or between your thighs.

If you gives him a blowjob or handjob, he easily begins to flush. he'll gently caress your head as you go at it.

He likes when you manhandle him a bit- holding his chin in your hand, caressing his lips, pushing his chest or hands down, things of that nature

Sylus is a biter. He particularly likes biting the side of your neck, shoulder, and between your thighs. He'll also leave hickeys on your chest and between your thighs as he nips at the skin.

He likes when you bite back- if he has you on this lap with his member inside you, he relishes the sting of you biting down on his shoulder when cumming.

He's the type to whisper sweet nothings to you, caress your head, and cup your face as he fingers or penetrates you.

He can be quite gentle when he kisses you- his kisses almost feel chaste. He'll trail kisses around your face, to your jaw, neck, and so on.

His stronger kisses are passionate- he'll nip at your lips, hold your jaw, and eventually stick his tongue in.

He enjoys having you sitting up on his lap, so he can see your face and hold onto you. He's 1000% the type to make you face him so he can see your reactions.

He also likes hitting it from the back and squeezing your thighs.

Like Zayne, he's not very vocal. Sylus just breathes and grunts lo but you can manage do get a light groan out of him if you edge him enough.

He will tease you about being too loud, telling you to keep it down- all the while pleasuring you to entice stronger reactions.

Sylus engages in sex intentionally. He doesn't always go all in, but if you're feeling horny, he's happy to entertain you with his mouth or fingers. He doesn't feel compelled to "receive" every time if he's not feeling up to it.

He'd be open to light BDSM, but I'm personally not too familiar or into it- I think he'd be open to try restraints or things of that nature, but I personally don't see him doing anything that could be potentially harmful. He wouldn't really be the type to degrade you either.

I'm thinking a gun would only be involved in the scenario where he would watch you pleasure yourself with a gun similar to that scene in Beef. iykyk lol

He'd totally use ice to stimulate you. He'd let it melt on you and rub it around just to hear your breath hitch.

He's a master of aftercare. He can go several rounds since his stamina is high, but recognizing that you're a normal person he's comfortable adapting to your limits.

He loves when you lay on his chest and rest your head on his heart. He'll often comb his fingers through your hair or simply rub your back and shoulders.

On the flipside, he'll 'allow' you to lull him to sleep if you do the same.

I imagine Sylus as quite the gentle lover overall, taking care to give you a passionate experience, and making you feel cared for.

"Good girl" ; "You're doing so well" ; "You like that?" ; "You feel so good" ; "I want you, I need you" ; "Tell me what you want" ; "Don't look away.." ; "I'm all yours / Only yours" ; "Relax, you can handle it"

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I did my best to remain true to the characters overall! I wonder if it's obvious Xavier is my favorite ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ I didn't want to emphasize a lot of BDSM/kink-play with Sylus, b/c even though his character is definitely freakayy compared to the rest, I'm just not interested in delving into it. Zayne's character is the hardest for me to write for since he's very reserved so I did my best ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ And Rafayel I am still getting to know.

[merakiui]

ex-husband floyd thoughts...

in which you're living alone with your daughter. it's been two years since everything, and you're all settled. it took a while to truly feel secure and stable, and you received lots of help from family and friends. surprisingly (or maybe not), floyd's twin brother was one of the first to extend a helping hand. it's mostly thanks to him that you were able to have enough money to pay the first few months of rent at your new apartment. but now you're back on your feet, and things have never been better.

your daughter didn't understand it when you told her she'd be living with you from now on. awkwardly, you tried to explain that papa couldn't come with because he was getting involved with some bad people, and that was dangerous. your daughter didn't understand or believe you. it was difficult. you know how much she adored her papa and how much he adored her. but this is for the best. this is safe.

following the divorce, your daughter started saying strange things. things like "i saw papa today and he made me a yummy lunch!" you tell her this can't be; that was the babysitter, not floyd. besides, the dishes are clean and everything is stocked as it normally is. there's no evidence floyd could have been here. furthermore, he doesn't even have a key and your daughter isn't tall enough to reach the doorknob to let him in. your daughter calls you a liar and storms off most days because you refuse to believe her stories. that's all they are, really. she's just missing her papa.

you told floyd you had no problems letting him see her so long as he cleaned up his act and stopped getting involved with delinquents. seeing as it's been two years and floyd's still running from people, you (as a parent) have a responsibility to keep your daughter safe. and you know it's terrible for her and floyd, but this is the best option you can think of. the safest option.

floyd thinks that's bullshit because he can protect you and his daughter plenty, but then he gets it. you never liked the shadows that accompanied his surname. he understands. but he thinks it's awfully unfair of you to just cut him out of your life when he promised you he'd change and do better and be better. :/

he sees how hard you work, how rough it gets when you haven't been paid yet. he has jade send you money because he knows you don't want to see him, and most of the time you accept it. but sometimes it's sent back, accompanied with a note thanking him for his generosity and that you can manage by yourself. again, floyd knows this is bullshit.

his shrimpy works so hard. :( you deserve a break.

so when you're sleeping every night, he pays your apartment a visit. you've started sleeping on the couch most nights, with the tv still on, your work spread out on the coffee table, your daughter tucked away in her bed... it's hard being a single parent, isn't it? why don't you stop being stubborn and let him back into your life? floyd will take good care of you. he always has, hasn't he?

he carries you to bed and tucks you in, cleans up the room, stacks your books, prepares a meal for you to heat up tomorrow at work, etc. and how do you respond to his kindness? you go and change the locks without saying anything.

so next time floyd thinks he has no choice but to be drastic. so next time floyd will make sure you understand that there is no life worth living if it's not you and him together. as a pair. as a whole. you might be frightened when he wakes you up in the middle of the night to drag you back to his home (to your home) and you might continue to be scared of him when he confines you to the basement, but this is for your own good. think of your daughter! she deserves to grow up with both parents. at the very least, be good for her sake.

floyd tells your daughter that you're in perpetual timeout because you've been bad and she believes him. after all, it was you who refused to let her spend more time with her papa. that's a very bad thing to do!

floyd brings you your meals, carries you to the bath, bathes you, dresses you... you scowl at him the entire time, call him crazy, tell him to get away from your daughter, refuse to eat, fight him every time he tries to undress you for the bath. he smiles, eerily patient, and simply says, "i'm willing to letcha see her once you've cleaned up your act. you can do that, can'tcha?"

[chatsukimi]

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featuring: jujutsusorcerer!nanami, curse!reader, angst, breaking up. synopsis: life is too short to hold yourself back. you force a certain uptight sorcerer to learn the hard way. masterlist

nanami likes to think he has no regrets. he tells the students that he'd never had a lover, not one that lasted very long anyway. he tells anyone who asked that he is too busy in his job to date.

too busy to date a normal person outside his job, he means.

in other words, nanami likes to forget he likes a curse.

you're sitting on his couch, folding his shirts fresh from the laundry. "kento-kun!"

nanami likes to think he turns away. likes to think he goes to the kitchen to prepare his dull blade to kill you, but, recently, he's learnt that he's a liar.

you tiptoe over, examining how he runs his knife under tap water to clean off the curse residue. you had reacted better than he thought you would when you learnt he exorcised curses, probably because you were a mediocre curse yourself, not involved in the grand scheme of things.

you peer curiously over his shoulder. "that's your weapon?"

he lifts it up purposefully close to show you, but instead of shrinking away, your hands attach to its sides, gracing the cloth gently.

"woah..."

he stills. when he begins chopping up the vegetables, you're right by his side, helping him cook with rapid skill.

"careful. don't add too much salt in," he says, an uneasy monotone gracing your ears.

he doesn't look at you.

you pause on the salt, staring at him. "is something wrong?"

a flashback zips through his head, of a dying colleague, of a growing curse. mostly holding himself back, nanami lets out a long exhale. he shakes his head.

"no. i'm alright."

the atmosphere is tense under your scrutiny, probably because, for you, he would taste better than any human dish might. truthfully speaking, you only eat his food out of politesse.

'liar,' you whisper into his ear, glaring at him with an infinite amount of human hurt. "don't lie to me."

you know as well as he does.

nanami likes to think his heart doesn't clench when you reach out to hold his hand, your skin that reminiscent of that terrifying rubber feel he's constantly associated with death. you pause when he flinches away.

"nanami?"

kill them. that's your job, it's what you must do. kill them.

he murmurs lowly, "i think it's time for you to leave."

you take a step back. he doesn't move. you wait for him to chase after you while receding from him, two steps at a time.

nanami likes to think he's a serious man. likes to think he knows what's right for him and others at the most important incidences. but strip away the guise of having it all together and he realises what's most human about him is slipping through between his fingers: you.

watching you, nanami cannot think.

he's stalking towards you towards the exit. you've turned your back on him. his heartbeat tremors.

"wait-"

your voice is empty when you respond- is this what he'll remember you by?

"what, nanami?"

would nanami force you to stay? he's always been selfish in keeping you at his place, treasuring the heartfelt words, midnight slow dances, pretending the outside world didn't exist. the world which draws a distinct line between humans and curses. good and evil. but now, now nanami has to choose.

"don't go." he croaks. pathetic.

you stand there, head lowered. "why? what even am i to you?"

curse or human?

the words taste bitter in his mouth, crawling to the tip of his tongue. speak! kento, what are you doing?! speak! and in the ideal world, he says them, right there, held in your molten gaze. those three words would have you rushing back into his arms, ready to start anew. it would read like a fairy-tale.

he would be happy.

yet earth is a hell that confines him. he cannot force himself to take another step forward. you cannot force yourself to take another step back.

this is what would've always happened.

in a split second decision, you put on your shoes.

"forget me, kento," you breathe. let's pretend this never happened. "i know you hate curses getting stronger."

you cross the threshold of his door. the fantasy dissipates.

when he opens the door again, nanami looks down the corridor of his apartment complex and sees no one.

not even the curse of regret.

[actualbird]

love this post. mwah

now here's each of these assigned to an nxx boy

first -> vyn. he is literally a mental health professional and so he'd know the vocabulary of his issues and how to tackle it. the only thing holding him back is the fact that he'd be very averse to showing any kind of vulnerability, weakness, or fault. so he'd be like

vyn: i am aware i have problems and i know what they are, as well as how to treat them. nobody else has to know this though.

second -> artem. he is a self-aware and intelligent man who would be able to realize that there are Signs but he would also be more susceptible to frustration on how to actually handle it, partly also because of an aversion to showing Wrongness. so he'd be like

artem: i sense i have symptoms but i don't know how to deal with them. perhaps i can put this off...indefinitely.

third -> luke. mister repression avoidant liar extraordinaire!!! he will ACTIVELY push people away and belittle his struggles, like it's not a big deal and he'll get over it! he likely wouldnt be too aggressive (it'll be more likely that he smacks a strained smile on his face instead) but he would be incredibly beat-around-the-bush-y and averse to anybody getting close to him while he's going through Whatever It Is He's Going Through. so he'd be like

luke: it's fine! i'm fine! this is nothing, i'll get over it! wanna go grab a burger? :D

fourth -> marius. NOW WE'RE TALKING. i'm not saying he's stupid, i'm saying he's so deep down in denial that it doesn't even occur to him that he might have problems. like it doesnt even compute for him. he doesnt have to vocabulary for what he's going through because he, in the first place, doesnt even believe theres anything wrong. so he'd be like

marius: haha yeah when i'm stuck in a cold dark location i like toooootally zone out and like, breathe all weird, then brain totally shuts off, all empty. same thing happens when people bring up mom or how long giann's been gone, haha. it's just. it's Funky Time. things get Funky. wdym it's a problem? it goes away pretty quickly and becomes Empty Time! and it feels pretty swimmy for a while but hey, at least i'm able to get some work done once the Empty Time hits. haha

vyn: good lord

artem: i...i don't think thats a regular response

luke: man even i can tell that's a problem. and that's rich, coming from me.

marius: it's not! it's---it's funny! guys, you can laugh, you know? uh. please laugh....please?