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i read a fic recently with rookie sid and 2010 geno and iâve been thinking of that a lot so⌠for your prompt maybe baby sid being enamored by an older geno? nsfw or pg is up to you :P merry christmas to you too btw!!
ok so once upon a time i wrote this fic which is pretty much exactly that premise! and i really loved writing it and it's still one of my personal favorites of mine, so i'm going to take your prompt and use it as an excuse to write a wee little follow-up, from sid's point of view...no smut or anything in this one, just a cranky 22 year old with a massive (reciprocated) crush on his captain. you'll have to read the first one for this to make sense!
Sid thought it would get easier when his dad retired.
Well, really, he expected that after a couple of months he wouldn't feel so desperate for Geno all the time. Not that he wouldn't still want him, of course not, Geno was the defining catalyst of Sid's sexual awakening and the star of 90% of his fantasies from adolescence onwards, but Sid thought that maybe after the first few times, when Geno didn't get sick of him or tell him they needed to stop, he'd be able to be a little more mature about the whole thing.
As it happens, though, he spent the rest of his rookie year in single-minded pursuit of two things: 100 points, and Geno's dick.
It's a good thing he had his dad's example to make sure he stayed focused on his game. If his work ethic and internal motivation weren't already firmly ingrained, Sid might have let his head be turned so far by getting what he wanted after so much time that he let his game slip.
Geno probably wouldn't have let that happen, though. He takes hockey more seriously than Sid does, even, and for as much time as they spent sneaking around to be together, Sid thinks they probably doubled that in extra ice time after practice, practicing one-timers and head-fakes and set plays to try out on the man advantage.
Sid's dad was always there too, is the thing. Sid lives at home still, his mom won't let him buy his own place until he signs his first real contract and isn't blowing an entire season's worth of income on a house, and Sid very quickly ran out of reasons to get his dad to head home early and let Geno drive him back. It made the time with Geno he managed to steal all the better.
Sid, maybe stupidly, thought that once his rookie year was over, when his dad officially retired and wasn't on the team anymore, he'd have a little more separation from his parents at the rink.
His dad barely stayed retired two months before his mom practically pushed him out the door directly into the goalie development role the Penguins offered him, though, and Sid's sophomore season starts the same way his rookie year didâsitting in the passenger seat of his Dad's truck, glaring out the window on the way to practice.
He must be making quite a face, because Geno's already there and half-changed into his gear when Sid walks into the locker room, and when he sees Sid's expression he does that thing with his jaw where he's trying not to laugh out loud.
Sid only scowls harder. Even Geno in his hockey pants and nothing else isn't enough to cheer him up.
It ends up turning out okay, though. Sid's mom stops asking so many questions about where he's going at night when his dad isn't around to give her the exact run-down of official team activities. Sid isn't sharing a hotel room on roadies anymore, so if he sneaks out after curfew and tiptoes down the hall to Geno's room, there's nobody to tattle, and no chance that he'll run into his dad out looking for the ice machine. And his dad gets so wrapped up in working with the goalies that they never finish practice at the same time, so if Sid makes some vague excuse about reviewing tape with the power play unit and he'll catch a ride, his dad waves him off without protest.
His schedule opens up, just like that. And Geno's more than happy to fill his time, tumbling Sid into bed and blowing his mind at every available opportunity. Their first California road trip, the one with built-in off-days for recreation, had been a revelationâafter figuring out that yes, Geno really can eat someone out until they cry, Sid spent their beach day so distracted he was forced out of the volleyball game for bringing his team down.
There's a contract waiting for him on July 1, Sid knows. Pat hasn't sent him the details yet, but Sid knows it's good, something that will set him up for life pretty much, with signing bonuses to protect his earnings in case of another lockout and full trade protection as soon as he's eligible.
He's already talked to the realtor most of the guys use. She'd offered a few options in Cranberry, close to the practice facilities and where he grew up, but Sid told her he wants to get a little distance from his folks, somewhere he can set up his own house and not have his mom tempted to walk down the block and redecorate every other week.
And if the neighborhood he told her to focus on is Geno's, well, Sid's favorite breakfast place is there too, and he's always liked older parts of the city, with big trees and historic homes.
The fact that he could be within a ten-minute drive of Geno's house is just an extra perk.
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Who in Skz goes out clubbing?
Hello guys im backđ
Aaannnnddd the answers will probably shock you. Def shocked me đď¸đđď¸
Chan - yes occasionally on the regular. Like if the phase is tight i see him going weekly or something, but always with a group of friends and always for fun, social interactions etc. Not to get drunk, pick up women and be a lil rascal.
Lee Know - no he prefers his solitude and peace and quite. Also the night is dark for a reason he says, when its dark you should be home sleeping. Instead of doing other stuff.
Changbin - feels socially pressured. If he goes he goes against his will. I feel like he may be in circles with very social people who like s bit wilder things than him, and even tho that's not so much his thing he wants to make his friends happy and spend time with them so he goes every once in a while but i don't see him staying long or being active, u probably wouldn't even notice he's there. Its really not his thing.
Hyunjin - he goes but rarely and its intentional. Like he doesn't go there just to let some steam of or just because someone invited him. He has to have a reason to go and a mission to fulfill. I see him going more to social networking partys. (The other guys probably too, like i don't see idols like them going to regular clubsđ). But for hyunjin i see when he goes out partying its something like an after party or a private party involving certain important people etc. He goes to things like this to put himself out there, make himself be seen, win opportunities, get acquainted with people that could be helpful to him etc. It's more like a job to him than leisure.
Han - Im seeing two polar opposites, struggled, something addiction. So if i have to string everything that im picking together i would say he either hates it and u CAN'T force him under any circumstances to go - or he suddenly loves it and get so addicted to it you can't keep him out if the "club". But that energy's really heavy and not nice at all. Reminds me of someone with a gambling problem - that type of addictive.
Felix - isn't up to his values, he has better things to do than that. I see him having went in the past while he was still "undeveloped" (his words not mine if y'all crazy felix fans come at me again im blocking ur asses IMMEDIATELYđŤľđťđ¤) bubnoe that he's ~mature~ stuff like thats not up to his standard. Seriously tho idk when that shift happened exactly but in the time frame of 6 months (since around i started my acc and have been reading on him) his energy has changed sooooo soooo much. I think he's going through a phase of discovering himself and building his own sense of self. As someone who can definitely relate and would say is already on the other side, i think his transformation/ rebirth hasn't really finished. Let me explain - in the past his energy felt really really strong but u couldn't see/dense it probably it was very mellow, unused, unseen by himself even, it was very very weird seeing someone with that much power not having it utilized. It felt unsettling (now i think i understand why but thats a topic for another time). He didn't really have a sense of self, was very easily swayed, influenced, and didn't really know much about himself or the world, he just felt like a little newborn and went along with the flow not really having a steering wheel i his hands he just sat on other peoples boats and floated on it and let himself be taken by wherever others brought him. This however is not the case anymore - he has his own boat, and now thinks that having a boat means the work is done and he has found his sense of self and knows who he is etc. But thats just the first step, the actual work/journey begins now. He has to learn how his boat works, learn to navigate tides, to know his surroundings to interact with other boaters (idk what they're called). U get where im going at? And oftentimes with people that have been denied their power, freedom and sense of self, and finally come to a point where they reclaim those they switch to a polar opposite of what they were before because that past self is what others were, not u, so the brain makes u go the opposite way to find urself. I see felix being in THAT stage. His energy once very fluid & accepting, suddenly feels very rigid and convinced of certain beliefs and values, he doesn't seem to have the ground to be so convinced in yk. Because that switch is so sudden. So yeah in short i believe he's on a journey of discovering himself and now he's experiencing the stage of the "other side". Eventually he'll come to a crash out, live the consequences from the breakdown and within the healing period he'll actually find his true sense of self and begin from then nurturing that seed and "growing himself" more and more as time goes. Thats my prediction.
Seungmin - loves them đď¸đđď¸ it's really his thing i think he's a hidden charmer. Like ... an actual actual charmer a casanova, a don juan. Those a mainly directed to seducing women tho, i don't see him having that reputation, he's just overall charming and can attract lots of people, feels good in that energy can entertain and just overall he's made for parties and clubbing apparently. It gives him energy & confidence.
I.N - loves clubbing too and does it quite often. Like i see him whenever he can he goes out could be as often as every night or every other night. Definitely a couple times a week. There's not much else to pick up on here, idk why he Ăśikes it so much or what he does when he goes out but yeah he does it often.
#skz#stray kids#kpop#skz tarot#stray kids tarot#kpop tarot#skz headcanons#skz reactions#skz imagines#bang chan#lee know#seo changbin#hyunjin#lee felix#han jisung#seungmin#i.n tarot
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WARNING: ANGST
Talk of wanting to commit unalive.
You have been warned.
The LADS boys when...they find your 'Diary'
--Zayne-- Part 3 of 4
This is gonna be...fun lol
Zayne-
â˘He knew, somewhat, of what happened. In the time that he was gone, he knew something happened.
â˘Before he left, when you were younger kids, you were so...bratty. He may have looked like he hated it but he just couldn't get enough of you, as you were.
â˘He left in order to learn more, to help your heart.
â˘But when he was finally able to come back, when he saw you again...it was like whiplash.
â˘You were so quiet. So...withdrawn.
â˘This won't do.
â˘He knew you didn't speak about your family anymore. He didn't pry, they were full of themselves before he left, probably nothing changed with them so he saw no point in worrying.
â˘So he worked, even more, to get you to come back. His little bratty childhood friend.
â˘He succeeded after a while. You were confident again, acting like the kid you were a long time ago but...more mature this time.
â˘Though he may not like that your job puts you in harms way, but he couldn't force you to stop something that made you happy.
â˘He saw your eyes gleam when you saved lives. He couldn't, wouldn't ever even try to take that away from you.
â˘Today was no different.
â˘You just successfully defeated one of the most powerful Wanderers the association has seen in a while, yeah there were casualties but there were more survivors than wounded. Thanks to your quick thinking.
â˘He took you out to celebrate, after checking you were unharmed.
â˘You both went to an old restaurant that you used to go to as kids, he wanted to see you happy with memories.
â˘What he didn't expect was to run into your Mother and...some random man?
â˘You all stared at each other for a few seconds before Zayne stepped between you and smiled, stiffly.
â˘"Oh Hi Zayne, it's been a while. How are things?"
â˘While Zayne talked with your mother, he figured out a few things.
â˘Your parents got divorced, and your mother is... a complete narcissist.
â˘She married another narcissist, perfect for each other.
â˘The whole conversation took a turn however when they asked what you did for a living...
â˘When told, your Mother frowned.
â˘"So you were one of the people who failed so save those innocent lives lost?" "No wonder they died. Maybe you should have tried harder."
â˘When you told her that you got hurt trying your best, she frowned deeper.
â˘"Still, if I were you I would have tried harder and if that wasn't enough I would have sacrificed myself. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, like you, because I have a soul."
â˘Upon hearing this, Zayne understood more of why you stopped being around your mother.
â˘Zayne quickly came up with a work emergency, saying that he was your ride and you left most of your things in his car so he'll take you with him.
â˘He took your hand gently, paid the bill, and led you away to his car.
â˘He could feel icy hot anger creeping up his back, he knew if he heard anymore he would accidentally use his evol.
â˘He loved you since the beginning. He couldn't stand hearing that and knowing that you used to believe that... hopefully you don't anymore, not if he can help it.
â˘He drove you home and both of you decided to stay inside to read a few books you have yet to read.
â˘When you got home, you immediately went to take a shower, to get your thoughts together, while Zayne looked through the surprisingly large selection of books.
â˘While searching, he saw one of your old notebooks that he would see you write in sometimes. He's asked about it and you told him he could read it at a later date.
â˘He figured now was the later date, so he picked it up to read.
â˘Only a few pages on and he realized what you ment by 'later'.
â˘This notebook is the equivalent to writing a Will...and he didn't like how you were 'talking' about your death coming sooner or later whether it be by natural causes or your own hand...he definitely didn't like that part.
â˘He kept reading, thinking that maybe he should have convinced you to therapy, but he saw something about how you have been to too many therapists and you're sick of it, so he decided not to worry about it quite yet.
â˘He got to the last entry, which seemed pretty recent, when he heard your shower stop so he immediately snapped the book shut and put it back where he found it, picking up a random book next to it. Something called 'Forgiving what you can't forget', he doesn't know where you got this one nor does it look like something you would buy yourself.
â˘The entire time you all were reading together, he kept glancing from his book to you and the notebook.
â˘He decided he was definitely going to make sure that nothing in that book will come to fruition. If it's the last thing he does.
**I'm working on Rafayel's as we speak lol the last one, and imma try and make that one extra angsty cause I'm realizing most of you are Rafayel girlies đ**
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#love and deepspace imagine#lads sylus#lads zayne#lads angst#l&ds
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Marcille and Chilchuck are that fucking bicorn chapter sandwich where it has sweet syrup mixed into it and Chilchuck starts out like "ewww -mocks it-" but then at the end of the chapter he tries it and heâs surprised that he likes the taste. He just had to try!! Heâs been so closed off and passing up on so many friendships because of it out of fear!!! But then he triessss and he opens up and itâs gooood sobbingggg optimism and pessimism are like a surprisingly good sweet and sour sandwich marchil is like a surprisingly complementary sweet and sour sandwich Iâm fineâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.
I think the timeline not being mentioned through the story makes it easy to miss that he and his wife havenât spoken in 4 years since she left and see thatâs one itsy bitsy detail Marcille didnât get while she theorized, it went that far. Imagine your wife leaving you and you start out not reaching out to her because you have a petty cold shoulder resentment, but then you start being actually worried and by then youâre scared to reach out, but sheâs still dear to you, and just like that waiting and waiting and waiting four years pass. Without a single word. Get him the clown shoes The universe gave him an idealist persistent coworker obsessed with his life for the express purpose of getting him to consider reaching out to her and open up his heart to hope again itâs great
Quoting a buddy, sometimes it feels like thereâs no point in trying to do things because the results may be unfavorable, but you miss out on a lot if you keep to yourself so much. Thereâs a real social anxiety mindset there too⌠Shitâs hard and lifeâs tough and it sucks sometimes but you gotta keep trying, thereâs also good you just have to keep an open eye and an open mind. This is why I say sometimes that marchil is the meaning to life to me likeeeee. Ok but it kinda is thoughâŚâŚ to meâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
For as many people think Chilchuckâs demeanor with his family might have been lacking, someone will not let you forget that Chilchuck is a VIRTUOUS HUSBAND!! < Marcille says with the power of bicorn and Daltian Clan on her side. Defend his virtue like heâs a blorbo from your shows marcille go And he is so sure he is an opaque wall he sees her as silly and clumsy, but heâs transparent lmao. She really is so curious about him. And bicornâs sorta like at her top game on that frontâ She doesnât know Chilâs wife so she gets ahead of herself on some things but Chilchuck wise? She gets his pov down so well that it leaves him shaking in fear of her accuracy gdbdg. Ohh the fear of being known, "if we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" is marchil but we been knew that.
Right from the beginning we see Marcilleâs more observant with him than she seems, for example telling Senshi that Chilâs "the most mature of the party", but she does idealize him as a young little angel, similarly to Falin even when she knows logically theyâre not kids, but still acts like it and oversteps boundaries, and then of course shit happens and the changelings puts the nail in that coffin- but before she can get to the bicorn convo at the top of her Chilchuck accuracy, she also first has to believe that Chilchuck committed adultery. His fall from grace from little angel to dirty old man status. She has to acknowledge heâs very much capable of fucking shit up and not soften it at all, heâs an adult and has to take responsibility for his mistakes, and give him the cold shoulder so Chil sees his life flashing in front of his eyes and goes fuck not again. "Maybe telling people I care about that I did awful things to get them off my back is a terrible strategy actually", and then when she finds out he hasnât theyâre back to being besties, but now Marcille fully sees him as an adult whoâs capable of having faults. She canât idealize him or strip him of depth anymore, him having these two hard to reconcile halves to him is key in teaching her not to judge and categorize people so much anymore.
But then⌠And this is the key, she saw him as a little guy to always forgive and excuse who can do no true wrong, to glaring at him and being unfriendly when itâs revealed he did something she canât forgive easilyâ but when itâs cleared up, she doesnât lean hard either way anymore, she doesnât go right back to black and white putting him in a box, thereâs balance now. When she gives her wife roleplay speech, she can recognize the faults in him that would have made her feel sad and unloved while still assuring him sheâd love him and would want him back, she describes a blatantly unglamorous daily life and presents it as the greatest thing since sliced bread. She goes from idealizing impossible standards like novel princes to romanticizing a mediocre flawed everyday man đ
And to be clear, romanticizing, not romancing. Focusing on the beauty of it and turning it into a nice aesthetic little thing like how she would a novel archetype, like how Ghibli movies romanticize slow daily life and chores. She doesnât present it as something itâs not, she just sees the silver lining in all of it, frames it as pleasant and desirable. And isnât that lowkey so much better like doesnât that make life so beautiful without dangerously veiling your eyes to reality thoughâŚ. Sighh marchil is the meaning of life
Giggling kicking my feet đ Marcille sees a rain cloud locked door locked heart locked book man and takes it as a challenge, says not on my watch Iâll befriend him, ends up reading him like an open book.
NOBODY DOES IT LIKE THEM!! THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER MARCHIL AGAIN!!! Sobbing into my hands. What if our relationship and our arc examplified the theme of fantasy vs reality in relationships in Dunmeshi what then
You will fuck up and thatâs ok⌠Shit will get tough but itâs worth it⌠There are still people to love and who will love you even if every relationship ends with loss, wether rejection or death. THE! MEANING! OF! LIFE!
Bad things and good things can coexist and balance each other out the way Chilchuck and Marcille do I need to walk into the ocean. Okay okay okay okay
Dunmeshi prones the importance of balance for both a healthy body and a healthy mind, and optimism vs pessimism is one such case <3
If you were too glass half-full and I was too glass half-empty, maybe together we could make a full glass
#Fumi rambles#Marchil#A fraction of the power the marchil blast living in my brain has#Marchil is sooooo marchil is aghhhhhhhh aaaaaaahoug.#Letting myself go and marchilposting casually for once nowadays. Feels really good. Let the marchil wash over u#Lotsa stuff here i wanna cover in the marchil arc analysis but well. Whatever itâs been a year. Another peek another way to phrase it#When I talk about how I regularly ramble and give my marchil speech to anyone in the vicinity on discord this p much is the one i mean#Keeping marchil in my heart so i remember words of wisdom and keep my chakras aligned and live happily w an immortal soul#⌠I binged midnight mass for christmas it shows a bit#Spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#Dungeon meshi#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#This is a good new year themed post i feel actually. Too bad itâs for christmas now i guess
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post-s11 Tami definitely gets tired of Lip and leaves him.
yes, I do like them as a couple, I think it is an interesting dynamic and that Tami is good for him honestly, even though they lived completely different lives and crash so many times because of it throughout the last seasons.
fact is Lip won't ever change and will keep making the same kind of mistakes and she will get fed up with it eventually. they'll go different ways, maybe keep a somewhat friendly relationship, and she will get a new partner and Lip will have a Sean kind of relationship with Fred: that kid is the most important thing in his whole life and he's constantly hunted by the fear of drinking again and hurting Fred.
#headcanon?#its not that i desire lip to be unhappy and unlovable i just feel like he wont get his happy ending living the way he is#making the decisions hes making treating people the way he does#i feel like he is going to mature by the power of love because of fred i truly believe that#also no fucking way hes going to be poor for the rest of his life hes a genius and a southside he will get up and fix this up#i like him as a mecanic but that one s11 scene that he saves that dude a lot of money in the computer doing a super simple thing#means to me hes not done with the whole engineer thing. he just will need lots of money and labs he used to have acess at college and doesn#anymore but he will do whats necessary and turn things around definitely#maybe he thinks he can pull this off without going back to college and eventually realises he cant and then has to try to pick up his credi#and finish somewhere near? i dont know i dont understand lots about US educational system#honestly my dream is for him to work for debbie so she could be his boss it would be his life karma and make her happy#but that would never happen unfortunately#lip gallagher#tami tamietti#fred gallagher#shameless#shameless us#og.#fic idea
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Bat-Boys in Bed
I couldnât find a good gif, sue me
Dick Graysonâs mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think heâd be into praising you instead.â Youâre so pretty, all fucked-out and dumbâŚjust for meâ as he pounds into you, panting in between words.
Heâd also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.
I think Dick has an insane staminaâround after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,â this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.â And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.
Dick isnât above moaning, but heâs not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if heâs getting a blow job or if youâre on top and teasing him, but I donât see him moaning as much or more than you.
Jason Todd isnât much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. Heâd be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if weâre talking older, mature Jason whoâs passed his âfresh from the pit madness.â
I do believe Jason has a choking kink and Iâll die on this hill. And it doesnât have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.
He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after youâve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.
Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If youâre feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldnât argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.
Heâd beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release heâd been craving.
I donât know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.
Bruce is harder to read because thereâs decades of lore, canon, and stuff thatâs not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favoriteâhowever, here goes.
Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, youâd end up in a dom/sub dynamic. Heâd be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.
I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldnât be rich (sorry lol); youâd maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and thatâs if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe youâd be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isnât one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didnât have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasnât Mother Teresa).
This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. Heâs older and wiser; heâs not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.
Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. Heâs too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest youâll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.â faster, pretty boy.â You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.
You wouldnât be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest youâd get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.
Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didnât undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.
Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesnât want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your kneesâto no avail.
Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then heâd kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.
I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And thatâs not to claim that those activities didnât get you both off, but Damianâs true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.
Thatâs why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew heâd break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.
Donât kill me, but Damian isnât into cunnilingus. He also wouldnât bottom, not like youâd want him to. If, and thatâs a huge âifâ ( itâs months into the relationship too), he does bottom, itâs not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,â go slower, grind harder, beloved.â And heâd grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!
Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know heâs proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; thatâs what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.
#yandere damian wayne#damian wayne#jason todd#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x plus size reader#damian wayne x you#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne x female reader#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x female!reader#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x oc#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x fem!reader#bruce wayne x you
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attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?đ
i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)
nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.
rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.
barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.
kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)
reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.
hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.
shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.
oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.
ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.
yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.
loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.
isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?
chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.
noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard mĂźnchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."
kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.
sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:
absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.
helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.
this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.
when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.
bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.
#blue lock#bllk#blue lock headcanons#nagi seishiro#nagi x reader#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x reader#barou shouei#barou x reader#michael kaiser#kaiser x reader#reo mikage#reo x reader#hiori yo#hiori x reader#shidou ryusei#shidou x reader#oliver aiku#aiku x reader#alexis ness#ness x reader#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya x reader#julien loki#loki x reader#isagi yoichi#isagi x reader#chigiri hyoma#chigiri x reader#noel noa
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Till We Meet Again (m) | jjk
When your childhood friend that you had a crush on, moved away out of the blueâ you never thought youâd see him again. A night swim in the ocean will have you feeling delusional, but the voice that fills your earsâ sweet like cotton candy, youâd recognize that voice anywhere, itâs Jungkook.
â Pairing: jungkook x reader (female) â AUs: mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au â Trope: childhood friends to lovers â Genres: romcom, smut, nostalgia, and so much fluff â Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) â Word count: 11.4k â Warnings (general) + triggers: Jungkookâs first time (he is not a virgin lol, but itâs his first time with a human, so), this one is actually pretty mild, bordering on vanilla. Thereâs talk about how merfolk do it đ This is just crack fantasy okay, please donât take it seriously! Thereâs some small pov changes in here, because, well, it just happened, lol. â Warnings (explicit): protected sex, oral (both male and female), hair pulling, multiple orgasms, nipple play/sucking, a little bit of dirty talk, begging, pleasing. â Taglist: @allie-is-a-panda @jeonsbabygirlsworld â Read on AO3! â Authorâs note: happy birthday to my sweet and lovely friend Lua (@letjungcoook7) 𼳠I wrote this story for you as a present. I know youâre not that much into fantasy, but when I told you about my mermaid ideas, you were excited đ¤ So this first one is for you bby ⨠I really hope you like it, also that everyone else does!
[s.masterlist] â this is part of a collection of series that are stand-alone one-shots, but all of them are set in the same universe. They are slightly connected though đ¤
The rain begins to pour as Jungkook grips your hand, his touch both delicate and powerful, guiding you through the sudden downpour. Moments ago, you were laughing and playing at the local playground, unaware that Mother Nature was about to drench the world in her unexpected shower.
Your heart pounds in your chest and echoes in your ears as you race to keep up with Jungkook, a wide smile spreading across your face. For an eight-year-old, heâs pretty damn fast, making every step feel like a thrilling challenge.
Heâs sprinting down familiar streets, and you quickly realize heâs heading towards your home. Youâve never seen his house or met his parents, but your own parents adore Jungkook, joking that heâs your future husband. Youâre not thinking that far aheadâyouâre just a child, after all. Yet, youâd be lying if you said you didnât have a fondness for him.
Letâs be honest, you have the biggest crush on the sweet boy with the round face and big doe eyes that seem too large for his tiny head. His nose is adorable, and his teeth only add to his charm. In short, you love everything about him, even his occasional unreasonable moments. But when he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip in that irresistibly cute way, your heart completely melts.
Your house comes into view, but instead of heading inside, he veers into your backyard, leading you towards the hidden playhouse nestled among the bushes and small trees.
âShouldnât we get inside where itâs dry?â you ask, bewilderment etched across your face as you finally reach the playhouse. He crouches down and gently pulls you inside, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
âNo, weâll be safe here,â he assures you, sitting down with his legs tucked under him. He bites his lip softly, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes.
âWe should go inside; I donât want either of us to catch a cold,â you mumble, settling beside him and feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. Despite not feeling chilled yet, you know itâs risky to stay out in wet clothes. Itâs autumn, and although the air still holds a lingering warmth, youâre aware that it wonât last long.
âLetâs just stay here for a moment, okay?â he pleads, his eyes wide and his signature pout in full effect. You find yourself unable to resistâafter all, who could say no to that adorable face?
For a few minutes, you sit there side by side, listening to the sky weep as rain patters softly on the roof of the playhouse. A few droplets sneak inside, but it hardly matters.
Jungkook suddenly turns to you, his expression unreadableâ sadness flickers across his features, his normally warm brown eyes darkening to near-black in the dim light. His smile vanishes, replaced by a somberness that seems to weigh heavily on him. You canât help but wonder what has shifted, why heâs undergone this sudden transformation in demeanor.
â___. Promise me youâll never forget me?âÂ
His eyes widen with earnestness, pleading like a puppyâs, and both of his hands seek yours, holding on as if afraid of being forgotten.
Emotions swirl in those hazel eyes, a tumultuous sea of feelings you struggle to decipher. You long to grasp his thoughts, to understand why heâs broaching the topic of forgetting him. But the idea is unfathomable to you; forgetting him seems as impossible as forgetting your own name.
Something shimmers in his eyesâwhat, you canât quite discern. They resemble an ocean, deep and mysterious, where one could easily lose themselves if they stared for too long.
âForget you? Kookie, what on earth are you talking about?â your eyes widen in disbelief, searching his face for any hint of understanding, but finding only confusion.
âItâs just... I like you a lot, and,â he murmurs, stumbling over his words, his hands fidgeting nervously with yours. Then, lifting his gaze to meet yours, he adds with a touch of vulnerability, âIâll never forget you. You mean the world to me, ___. Youâre my friend.â
With a warm smile and a gentle chuckle, you reply, âDuh, silly. Of course youâll never forget me! And Iâll never forget you either. Now, can we please go inside?â
Jungkook smiles, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes as it usually does, leaving a lingering unease in the pit of your stomach. It feels like a storm is brewing within you, mirroring the turbulent weather outside.
âJust promise me. Weâll never forget each other, no matter what,â he implores, his voice firm and unwavering, his eyes reflecting the solemnity of his words.
He clasps your hand with his own, seeking out your pinky finger.Â
âPinky promise?â he asks, his eyes earnest, holding onto your gaze with a mix of hope and determination.
Your eyes flicker with a rapid dance of confusion and amusement. Despite the chaos of the moment, a smile spreads across your face, its warmth seeming to dissolve his frown and alleviate his frazzled state.
âOkay. Pinky promise,â you affirm, intertwining your pinky finger with his, sealing the pact with a vow that feels as timeless as eternity.
You never laid eyes on Jungkook after thatâwell, you did both retreat indoors, your mother showering Jungkook with love and sweet treats he adored. But after that day, twenty long years ago, he vanished from your life out of the blue, leaving only memories behind.
Why youâre thinking about him now, you really donât know. Yet, just as he once asked of you, youâve never let go of his memoryâa part of you still holds onto the hope that he might reappear, surprising you around some unsuspecting corner, as if he never left. But with each passing day, the likelihood of such serendipity grows fainter, like the receding tide of the deep blue ocean.
Maybe itâs the nostalgia stirred by your recent home purchase by the sea that brings back memories of your childhood crush. The vast expanse of the ocean triggers thoughts of his eyesânot because of their color, but the way they used to glimmer, reflecting the light with a sparkle that danced like sunbeams on water.
Long strolls on the beach prove therapeutic, gradually pushing thoughts of your childhood crush to the recesses of your mind. With each step along the sandy shores, you uncover treasuresâseashells, smoothed by the relentless embrace of the waves, and other mementos of seaside serenity.
You truly love the beach, which is why you chose to buy a house so close to the shore. Itâs not just because the ocean reminds you of a certain childhood friend you wish you could see again. His sudden departure has always baffled youâsometimes you wonder what really happened.Â
Was he kidnapped, or did he simply leave without a word?Â
Why would he vanish without telling you first, especially if he just had to move?
Itâs after dinner, and you find yourself lounging on your terrace, gazing out at the ocean. The view is breathtaking, and when the wind blows just right, the salty breeze gently caresses your skin. You smile a wistful smile as you raise your glass to your lips. Today is a red wine day; despite the heat, the perfectly chilled glass complements the warmth of the evening air.
With your legs propped up on the lounge chair, reclined for maximum comfort, you gaze out at the vast expanse of the sea. You canât help but wonder about the treasures and secrets it holds, a mysterious world teeming with countless species youâve never even heard of that call it home.
Mankind has long tried to conquer the world beneath the waters, yet the pitch-black depths of the ocean remain largely unexplored, beyond the reach of even the best diving gear. Though youâre no diver, the allure of the seaâs hidden secrets captivates you, and you dream of one day uncovering its mysteries.
A sweet, velvety sound caresses your ears, prompting you to sit up and listen more closely. The enchanting melody wraps around you, and you realize itâs a voiceâsomeone is singing.
God, it sounds beautifulâcaptivating, sweet, and strong, yet tinged with sorrow. The melody weaves its way into your soul, leaving you spellbound.
For a moment, you wonder if itâs all in your headâa fleeting hallucination brought on by too much wine. But a glance at your glass and the nearly full bottle beside you confirms youâve barely finished your first glass.
The voice is real, and it carries an eerily familiar tone. Intrigued, you rise from your comfortable lounge chair and make your way down to the sandy beach that has been your backyard for the past few days.
Your bare feet sink into the warm, fine sand, its texture caressing your skin. You glance around, searching for the source of the beautiful voice, but the beach remains empty, with no one in sight.
There it is againâthe singing, so achingly beautiful that it sends shivers down your spine and raises the hair on your arms. Your feet carry you along the shoreline, but despite your efforts, you canât pinpoint the source of the enchanting voice.
Then, just as youâve been pacing up and down the shoreline, the voice abruptly vanishesâquiet as a still puddle after a rain shower. With a strange unease settling in your gut, you reluctantly turn back toward home. The voice felt hauntingly familiar, yet somehow elusiveâlike a distant memory struggling to resurface.
For the past few days, the hauntingly beautiful voice has serenaded you night after night, drawing you out to the beach in search of its mysterious owner. Despite your efforts, luck eludes you, and each failed attempt leaves you with a sense of frustration, reminiscent of the pout Jungkook used to give you whenever you were being unreasonable with him.
Your frustration mounts as the elusive voice continues to evade you, its hauntingly familiar tone persistently tugging at the corners of your mind.
Frustration coursing through your veins, you slip into your bikini, determined to quell the restlessness with a night swim in your aquatic backyard.
As the sand caresses your feet, you stroll down to the shoreline under the watchful gaze of the moon, its ethereal glow casting a mesmerizing sheen upon the water. The scene is nothing short of magical, and as the lukewarm water embraces your skin, a delightful chill courses through your bodyânot from the cold, but from the familiar embrace of your second home. The ocean has always held a special place in your heart, and in this moment, it feels like a sanctuary away from the world.
Surrendering to the embrace of the water, you allow its gentle currents to envelop you, cradling you in its soft embrace as you yield to its rhythmic sway. With only your head above the surface, you venture further into the depths, relishing the sensation of weightlessness and freedom that comes with each stroke.
A soft, melodic sound tickles your earâitâs that captivating voice again! This time, it resonates clearer, as if drawing you in closer. Driven by curiosity, you swim towards the source of the sound, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you approach a cluster of rocks and a looming cliffside, you spy a cave nestled within its embrace, beckoning you with its mysterious allure.
The cave envelops you in darkness, yet the gentle glow of the full moon dances upon the water, casting an ethereal light that transforms the rocky surface of the cliff into glistening crystals. The voice reverberates off the walls, its echoes amplifying its haunting melody. Drawing closer, you discern a figure resting their head upon a rock, their silhouette illuminated by the moonâs gentle caress.
Intrigued, you inch closer, your curiosity piqued. As you approach, you discern the figure of a man, likely around your age, or perhaps a bit younger, reclining against the stone, his body partially obscured by its shadowy embrace.
âHello?â you call out, your voice echoing softly in the cave. Instantly, a pair of dark brown eyes fixate on yours, their intensity sending a shiver of recognition down your spine.
As you hear something splashing nearby, you swiftly swim to the corner of the cave. Pulling yourself up onto the rocky surface, you cast an inquisitive gaze at the stranger, who remains silent, their expression enigmatic.
âAre you okay?â you inquire, met with silence as the man attempts to retreat, concealing more of his body beneath the murky depths, leaving you to wonder what secrets lie hidden beneath the surface.
You approach cautiously, taking slow, measured steps, careful not to startle the man. His features are strikingâsharp, chiseled jawline, eyes wide and intense, lips full yet thin, and a cute nose that triggers a flood of memories from long ago, memories that have never faded.
âJungkook?â you gasp, the name escaping your lips like a sudden gust of wind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within youâhappiness and hurt colliding like waves crashing against the shore, overwhelming you in their tumultuous embrace.
The man cautiously peers over the rock, his bare torso partially shielded from view. The sight of him shirtless prompts a flurry of questions in your mindâwhy is he here, and why is he without a shirt?
Is that a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm?
You canât help but notice the strength in his neck, the prominent veins tracing a path down to his defined clavicle and broad shoulders. Damn it you really shouldnât, but you find yourself shamelessly admiring his physique, a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.
â___?â His voice breaks the silence, light and airy, reminiscent of a summer breeze whispering through the leaves.
âIs it really you?â you inquire, lowering yourself to sit in front of him, your gaze sweeping over his features once more. His face holds a striking resemblance to someone from your past, now matured with the passage of time. Yet, those deep, familiar ocean eyes leave no doubtâitâs unmistakably Jungkook.
âYes, itâs me,â he confirms, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. The boyish charm of his smile clashes with the maturity reflected in his sharp features, creating a captivating contrast.
âWhat are you doing here?â you inquire, a mix of surprise and curiosity evident in your voice. The sight of him in this cave, serenading the darkness with his song, leaves you utterly bewildered.
âJust taking a breather,â he chuckles, his gaze shamelessly roaming over your form, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.
âHold on a second,â you exclaim, frustration tinged with urgency in your voice as you scratch your head in bewilderment. âWhat brings you here? You vanished without a trace. What happened?â
Another splash in the water draws your attention, and you track the sound to behind Jungkookâthen, you spot it: the tail. Itâs a mesmerizing shade of purple, with delicate variations of violet shimmering in the moonlit cave. The translucent fins catch the light as they sway gracefully. The scales, rough and scaly, add to the otherworldly beauty of him.
Your jaw nearly hits the rocky surfaceâif it could, it surely would. You gaze, utterly transfixed, at the figure before youâyour childhood friend, now revealed as a mermaid. No, a merman. The revelation leaves you reeling. How is this possible? Youâve heard of undiscovered species lurking beneath the waters, but this is your friend, someone youâve known for years with two perfectly functional feet and no hint of a scaly tail.
â___,â he begins, his voice filled with warmth and genuine curiosity. âItâs been such a long time. How have you been?â His eyes radiate happiness, but youâre still reeling from the revelation before you. Seeing him againâsomething youâve dreamt about for yearsâleaves you speechless.
âNo,â you assert firmly, a rush of urgency in your tone. âYou donât get to ask questions yet. There are so many things I need answers to from you first.â Determined, you attempt to peer over the rock heâs perched on, desperate for a closer look at the astonishing sight before youâyour childhood friend now bearing a tail, a reality that defies all logic.
âAlright, fire away,â he responds, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. âBut give me a moment to settle in.â With a graceful movement, he hoists himself out of the water, his biceps flexing as he perches on the rock, his tail lazily swaying in the water. Bathed in the soft glow of the cave, his majestic purple tail shimmers, leaving you in awe of his breathtaking beauty.
He seems big and broad shouldered, the tattoos look intricate, reflecting ancient scribbles and drawings on his arm.
You plop down on the rugged surface, your mind reeling with disbeliefâit all feels like a surreal dream. Unable to resist, you extend your hand to touch him, as if to confirm his reality. Your index finger tentatively prods his cheek before trailing down to his chest. The moment your touch meets his pecs, youâre met with a jolt of realizationâhis muscles are firm, real, and undeniably tangible beneath your fingertips, sending a surge of heat through your veins as you inadvertently find yourself groping his impeccable chest.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, his eyes darting from your hand on his chest back to your face. Embarrassment floods your cheeks with a deep crimson as the realization of your actions hits you. Youâve been feeling the solid warmth of his chest, lost in the surreal moment.
âOh, God. Iâm so sorry!â you blurt out, yanking your hand back as if itâs been scorched. âI didnât mean to touch you like that!â Embarrassment floods through you, your heart racing as you pull away from the unexpected intimacy.
Damn it, get a grip, you chastise yourself silently. âI just wanted to make sure this is real,â you confess aloud, your voice trembling slightly with lingering disbelief.
You release a nervous chuckle, the sound betraying the disbelief still coursing through you. But as you take in the surreal sight before youâJungkook, undeniably real and impossibly transformedâyou can no longer deny the truth. Your childhood friend is here, right in front of you, and he is, astonishingly, a merman.
âOh, this is very real,â he teases, his voice rich and layered with an enigmatic quality that you canât quite decipher but are desperate to understand.
âAre you really a merman?â you ask, your gaze drifting back to his tail, mesmerized by its iridescent beauty. Itâs breathtaking, almost otherworldly.
He nods, a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes glimmering with a wistful nostalgia that tugs at your heartstrings.
âWhat happened to you? Why did you leave?â you demand, the urgency in your voice revealing the depth of your longing and confusion. These are the questions that have haunted you for years, the ones you swore youâd ask if you ever saw him again. Why did he disappear without a word, leaving you behind?
You watch as his expression shifts, becoming more guarded. âMy parents and I had to move back home... to the ocean, I mean,â he explains, his face twitching as if struggling to mask an inner pain. âA rift in a tectonic plate devastated my village. Everything was destroyed, so we had to return and help rebuild.â
You study him closely, a lump forming in your throat as a myriad of emotions swirl within you.
âOkay. But why couldnât you come back when you were done?â you inquire, your voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and hurt. Itâs apparent that there are unresolved feelings of abandonment lingering within you, a reminder of the wounds you may need to address with your therapist.
âI really wanted to, but my parents and the village elders forbade it. We dedicated ourselves to rebuilding our village, but returning to the surface was strictly prohibited,â he explains, a palpable sadness tinting his words. Itâs evident that he had yearned to reunite with you, but the weight of his responsibilities as a merman ultimately kept him bound to the depths of the ocean.
âWhy are you here now? And are there others like you?â you inquire, a mix of bewilderment and intrigue coloring your tone. As you press for more information, you notice him visibly relax, his features softening once again in response to your curiosity.
âWell, Iâve been here for quite a while. I come up here to sing, often thinking of you, actually,â he confesses, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. âAnd yes, there are others like me,â he adds with a chuckle, the sound carrying a mixture of amusement and friendly banter.
âThinking of me?â you stammer in amazement, your voice barely above a whisper as the weight of his words settles in.
âYeah. Iâve missed you since I had to leave, and Iâve been searching for you for years. Meeting you again feels like a dream come true,â he confesses, his voice filled with palpable joy at the reunion with a long-lost friend. His words send a surge of warmth through you, igniting a flutter of emotions you thought long buried. As your heart skips a beat, youâre struck by the realization that the childhood crush you harbored for him still lingers, stronger than ever.
âIâve missed you too,â you exhale, your voice barely above a whisper, heavy with emotion. With a gentle touch, you extend your hand, laying it atop his on the rough surface of the rock, a silent reassurance of your enduring bond.
âHow come youâre a merman? You were just a boy last time I saw youâŚâ you begin, not really knowing how to ask the question that you have swirling in your mind.
âYou want to know if something happened to me, to make me like this,â he gestures with his other hand over his bodyâ itâs well defined, muscles big and strong, âor if Iâd always been a merman?â His words hang in the air, a poignant reminder of the mysteries surrounding his transformation.
You choke on air with how effortlessly he articulates your thoughts, a skill heâs always possessed. You nod in agreement, the intensity of your curiosity driving you to lean in closer, desperate to unravel the enigma of his transformation.
âIâve always been a merman. My parents chose to live as humansâ theyâre merfolk too, by the way. But they wanted me to experience life on land. So, despite appearances, Iâve always been like this,â he explains, a smile gracing his lips as he playfully flips his tail in the water, sending ripples dancing in his wake.
âHow⌠How do you transform?â you ask, studying him intently once more. Despite his remarkable change, he still retains that familiar essence, stirring up the remnants of the childhood crush you thought youâd outgrown. A flush of warmth creeps across your cheeks, betraying the intensity of your emotions.
âWell. When Iâm out of water for an extended period, I assume my human form. And when Iâm in contact with water, I revert to my merman form,â he explains, a soft smile gracing his lips. As his fingers intertwine with yours, his touch is tender, each stroke a gentle caress that ignites a spark of warmth within you.
You nod, absorbing his explanation, but then you gasp as his words sink in, a realization dawning on you. âDo you transform when it rains then?â you blurt out, the question bursting forth with newfound urgency and curiosity.
His laughter fills the air, rich and unrestrained, sending ripples of warmth through your chest. Your gaze instinctively drifts to his chest, where the rhythmic movement of his pectorals accompanies the melody of his mirth, a captivating display of joy that you canât help but revel in.
âNo. That wouldnât be very practical. It has to be seawater, or simply prolonged exposure to water can also do the trick,â he explains, his tone laced with a hint of amusement at the notion of rain-induced transformations.
You nod in understanding once more. âNothing about this is practical, Jungkook,â you remark, a hint of incredulity lacing your tone.
He chuckles again, withdrawing his hand from yours and gently cupping your cheek. His touch sends a surge of warmth coursing through you, like a dormant ember suddenly ignited into a flickering flame, ready to blaze anew.
He locks eyes with you, his gaze unwavering and intense, brimming with depths of emotion that beckon you to explore. Itâs like peering into an uncharted ocean, filled with mysteries waiting to be discovered. Despite the unfamiliarity, youâre drawn to dive deep and lose yourself in the depths of his gaze.
âDo you remember our promise?â he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble, yet resolute. Seeking solace in the familiarity of your gaze, his words carry the weight of cherished memories and unspoken vows.
âOf course,â you respond with a bittersweet smile, lifting your hand and extending your pinky finger. âIâve never forgotten you, Jungkook,â you affirm, the weight of years past and promises kept evident in your touch.
He hums a melody, its tune unfamiliar yet strangely soothing, and in that moment, you find solace in the sound of his voice, the melody a balm to your racing heart. âIâve never forgotten you either, ___,â he confesses, his words carrying the weight of shared memories and enduring connection.
With his other hand, he reaches out, extending his pinky finger to intertwine with yours, creating a connection that feels like two worlds colliding, merging into one. Itâs a moment of transcendence, where past and present converge, binding you both in a promise that spans the depths of time.
âI never got to tell you this on that day, and it has haunted me since, but I like you,â His words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken truths and a vulnerability that echoes through your soul. As he gazes into your eyes, it feels like heâs peeling away layers of your being, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, despite the fabric that shields your skin. With each moment, he draws nearer, his touch a gentle anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling between you.
âI like you too,â your confession hangs in the air, suspended between you like a delicate thread woven with anticipation and longing. With every word, you feel the weight of your emotions, amplified by the closeness of his presence. As your breath brushes against his skin, you can almost taste the bittersweet tang of desire mingled with the salt of the ocean breeze.
In his embrace, you feel cherished, cocooned in a world where only the two of you exist. His gaze, laden with affection, dances between the depths of your eyes and the soft curve of your lips, a silent symphony of desire. You catch the subtle flicker of his pupils as they dilate, mirroring the fluttering of your heart. A fleeting gesture, your tongue brushes against your lips, a subtle invitation to bridge the divide between longing and fulfillment.
In the hushed sanctuary of the moonlit cave, time seems to stretch into a languid dance, enveloping you both in its tender embrace. The world outside fades into a distant murmur, leaving only the rhythmic melody of your shared breaths echoing off the rocky walls. Your gaze descends to the plush pinkness of his lips, a tantalizing invitation begging to be explored. A surge of curiosity and desire courses through you, igniting a tempest of longing as you ponder the intoxicating possibility of tasting his kiss.
âCan I kiss you?â His question hangs in the air like a delicate promise, and you feel a rush of anticipation flooding your senses, the tension between you crackling like electricity. His words, soft yet laden with unspoken longing, send a tremor of excitement coursing through your veins. In that suspended moment, you find yourself caught in the irresistible pull of his gaze, his eyes a sea of swirling emotions mirroring your own. With a silent plea echoing in your heart, you grant him permission with a subtle nod, your breath hitching in anticipation as you yearn for the moment when his lips will meet yours.
His tattooed hand, warm and possessive, slides from your cheek to the back of your neck with a gentle urgency, pulling you into him as if heâs afraid you might slip away. When his lips meet yours, itâs like a collision of stars, soft yet electric, igniting a wildfire of sensation that courses through your veins. As he pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort, youâre overcome with a rush of warmth and affection. With a soft chuckle escaping your lips, you reach for him, fingers intertwining with the soft strands of his hair as you draw him closer. The second kiss is a revelation, a crescendo of desire and longing that leaves you breathless and craving more. His hum reverberates against your lips, grounding you in the intensity of the moment, like a lifeline in a sea of swirling emotions.
You draw back reluctantly, a sigh escaping your lips as you feel the bittersweet ache of parting. âItâs getting late,â you murmur, the weight of reality settling in as you remember your responsibilities waiting beyond the caveâs embrace.Â
âWhen will I see you again?â the question hangs between you like a delicate thread, woven with hope and uncertainty, longing for reassurance in the face of impending separation.
A mischievous glint dances in his eyes, and he licks his lips with a playful flick of his tongue, relishing the way your senses are all tangled up in a whirlwind of emotionsâfrazzled yet utterly blissed-out in his presence.
âSoon,â he assures with a reassuring smile, his touch lingering for a moment longer as his thumb caresses your lip, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. âYou can always find me here, or just listen for my voice. But duty calls back home. Iâll return, I promise.â With that, he pulls away, releasing you from the spell of the moment, but leaving behind a promise that lingers in the air like the echo of his voice in the cave.
Reluctantly, you rise, dusting off imaginary particles from your skin with a sweep of your hands, lingering in the moment a bit longer. With a soft smile, you regard him, your eyes filled with a mixture of fondness and longing.Â
âYou really have a beautiful voice, Jungkook,â you murmur, the words carrying a weight of sincerity and admiration, like a gentle breeze in the tranquil cave.
With a smile that seems to illuminate the entire cave, he gracefully immerses himself in the water, causing it to dance and ripple around him like liquid poetry in motion.
âI canât wait to see you again,â you express, your voice tinged with a mixture of longing and affection, each word carrying the weight of the emotions you hold for him.
âIâll be counting the moments until our paths cross again,â he murmurs softly, his words carrying on the gentle breeze as he fades into the depths below, leaving you with the lingering promise of his return.
Jungkook had indeed kept his word. Though you trusted him, a small part of you feared youâd never see him again. Yet, the very next day, he reappeared in the cave, serenading you with a song as you basked in his presence. This enchanting ritual has continued every day for the past two weeks, each encounter deepening your bond and making the fear of losing him fade away.
So far, your encounters have been limited to kisses, which you absolutely loveâhis lips are incredibly soft. Yet, lately, youâve found yourself yearning for more. The stress of your upcoming housewarming party, which youâve shared with Jungkook, isnât helping. You think that letting loose with him might be just what you need to de-stress.
âWhy are you having this party again if you donât really want to?â he asks, genuinely curious. He canât fathom why youâd willingly burden yourself with the hassle of pleasing others when it clearly brings you no joy.
âI guess itâs just expected of me,â you muse, looking down at the sparkling water as his tail gently plays with it, creating ripples. âMy friends are coming, my parents too. They havenât seen my new house yet.â
He smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes. âItâs nice that youâre doing this for them, but it sounds like youâre forcing yourself. That makes me a bit sad.â
You shake your head and put up your hands in defense. âYeah, but itâs okay. Itâs not like I dislike it completely. Itâll be nice seeing my friends again.â You pause, a sudden idea lighting up your face.Â
âYou could also come, you know?â
His face brightens momentarily, but then he slumps down in the water, looking a bit deflated. âIâd love to come, but Iâm not sure I can. My hyungs need my help in the village; one of them has been missing for days, and weâve been searching for him without luckâŚâ His voice trails off, a mix of concern and disappointment etched on his face.
You feel a twinge of sadness for him and say softly, âIâm so sorry, Jungkook. I hope you find him soon. Just know youâre always welcome, no matter when.â
His smile returns, but thereâs a hint of worry in his eyes as he speaks. âThanks. Jimin usually never wanders off, thatâs why weâre afraid something has happened to him.â
You envelop him in a hug, offering what comfort you can, despite not knowing Jimin. You silently pray for Jiminâs swift returnâafter all, you understand more than most the ache of missing a piece of your heart.
A few days later, the soft strains of music fill your home, weaving through the laughter and chatter of old and new friends alike, and the comforting presence of your parents, whose faces you havenât seen in what feels like an eternity.
As you mingle with your friends, catching up on stories and laughter, time seems to dance away unnoticed. Itâs only when the gentle kiss of the evening breeze starts to nip at your skin that you realize how long youâve been engrossed in conversation with your colleague out on the terrace. With a shared chuckle at the sudden chill, you both retreat inside, seeking the warmth of good company and lively conversations.
Her joke evokes laughter from you, but the moment is abruptly interrupted by her sudden silence, drawing your attention to where her finger points. In the kitchen, your parents stand, their faces alight with smiles, engaged in conversation with a tall, dark-haired man whose locks curl gently at the ends.
Her curiosity piques as she nudges you with a mischievous grin.Â
âWhoâs that hot man with a tattooed arm over there talking with your parents?â she asks, her voice tinged with intrigue, prompting both of you to draw nearer to the kitchen.
As you draw closer, disbelief gives way to certainty: itâs unmistakably Jungkook standing beside your parents.
â___! You never mentioned Jungkookâs return! How long has it been, twenty years?â your mother exclaims, her smile radiant as she pinches Jungkookâs cheek affectionately, treating him like a long-lost child returned home.
Your dadâs eyes sparkle with the warmth of a long-awaited reunion, as if heâs just rediscovered an old friend, and you canât help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before you.
Your mother reaches out to embrace Jungkook, her petite frame enveloped by his much larger one, but he indulges her with a warm hug, wrapping her in a comforting embrace.
With a playful grin, your friend nudges you, her eyes darting between you and Jungkook, a knowing glint sparkling in them. âWho is this handsome man?â
As you break from your reverie, you manage a sheepish grin, your voice carrying a hint of nostalgia and excitement. âThis is Jungkook, my childhood friend. We go way back.â
âHeâs hot,â your friendâs observation cuts through the air with a boldness that makes you chuckle, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she sizes up Jungkook.
Your motherâs laughter fills the room, a warm melody that dances around the air. âHe really is! Youâve really outgrown that cute bunny phase you had,â she teases, her fingers playfully squeezing Jungkookâs rather impressive biceps.
âMom! Youâre embarrassing me,â you groan, a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation painting your voice as you reach for Jungkookâs hand, eager to escape the teasing clutches of both your parents and your friend.
As you pull him away, Jungkook chuckles softly, following you into the living room where you both sink into the inviting embrace of the couch.
Amidst the chatter filling the room, engaging in conversation with Jungkook proves challenging, his words often drowned out by the lively voices of others around you.
âWould you like to step out for a bit? Take a stroll along the beach?â he proposes, his gaze alight with anticipation, as if the idea itself holds a promise of something wonderful.
With a nod, you clasp his hand, a silent agreement passing between you. But before you step out into the night, you make a quick detour to your friend, informing her of your plans for a seaside stroll.
She scrutinizes you with the intensity of a hawk, then delves into her purse, emerging with something in hand. âHere,â she says, passing it to you.Â
âI have a feeling you might need this.â
You accept the small foil packet, its presence alone sending a jolt of recognition through you. Your cheeks and ears ignite with heat, and you hastily tuck it into your jeans pocket, your gratitude tinged with embarrassment. âThanks,â you murmur, your voice slightly breathless.
As you begin to turn away, she shoots you a playful wink, causing you to release a sigh of embarrassment, your cheeks still flushed with color.
Outside, you stroll barefoot on the sand, reveling in the moment with Jungkook by your sideâboth of you connected to the earth beneath your feet. His presence captivates you, his figure tall and striking against the backdrop of the beach. Shoulder-length hair dances around his face, adding to his allure. With each step, you admire his physiqueâbroad shoulders tapering to a defined waist, muscular thighs moving with purpose. Clad in a white tank top, his biceps speak of strength, while his snug blue denim jeans accentuate his powerful legs, showcasing a silhouette that commands attention.
His human form is undeniably beautiful, but it pales in comparison to the breathtaking splendor of his merman form. This realization brings a soft smile to your lips, and a blush warms your cheeks.
You walk with him along the beach, your hand nestled comfortably in his, the silence stretching between you like a warm blanket. It feels like an eternity before he clears his throat, a deep rumble that breaks the quiet. âDo you want to go to the cave?â he asks, his voice tinged with a hopeful anticipation.
You look up at him, captivated by the soft, teasing smile playing on his lips. âYeah,â you agree, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.
âCool. I know a way to get there from land,â he says, pulling you along the shore. Your feet sink into the cool sand with each step, the waves gently lapping at your ankles as you follow him, while he makes an effort not to let the seawater touch him.
âYou do? I thought it was only accessible from the sea,â you chuckle, feeling the excitement build as he leads you closer to the rocky formations along the cliffside.
âI know a lot of hiding spots,â he giggles, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he reveals a narrow, almost hidden entryway in the cliffside, just big enough for him to slip through.
You step into the familiar cliffside cave where youâve been meeting for the past few weeks. Nestling into the small sandy patch, the only section not enveloped in stone, you feel a comforting sense of familiarity mixed with anticipation.
âMuch easier to talk in here, huh?â Jungkook chuckles, leaning back against the cave wall. The gentle echo of his laughter fills the space, making it feel cozier. You nod, a soft, airy chuckle escaping your lips as a blush warms your cheeks. Sitting beside him, the intimacy of the cave amplifies every shared glance and whispered word.
You look up at him, your eyes fluttering bashfully. âI donât really want to talk anymore,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
âOh, I thought you wanted to talk,â he says, his voice deflating as a pout forms on his lips. Thatâs when it hits youâhe has no idea how much you crave him, how badly you want to feel him, everywhere.
You turn your body towards his, your hands caressing his face as you pull his face towards yours. âI want to do more than talk,â you quip, your voice small but steady. âI want to kiss you and so much more.â
Something seems to snap in him, and a mischievous smirk spreads across his cheeks. He moves his face closer to yours, your noses almost touching. âSo you want more?â he teases, his voice a tantalizing whisper against your lips.
âYes,â you breathe, the word escaping in a breathless pant as you close the distance between you. Your lips meet his in a fervent, passionate kiss, igniting a fire that blazes between you. Your hands hold his cheeks in place, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch, as he responds eagerly, deepening the kiss with his tongue, sending waves of desire coursing through you.
When you part, both of your eyes are wide, pupils dilated with desire, reflecting the intensity of the moment.
âI want you, Kook,â you plead, your breath mingling with his, your foreheads pressed together in an intimate connection.
Your fingertips trace the lines of his body, dancing over the contours of his chest until they halt at the brink of his jeans.
âI want you too, ___, but Iââ he pants, his words cut short as you start to rub your hand over his clothed dick, eliciting a deep, gratifying groan from him.
You keep teasing him with your hand, feeling the growing hardness beneath your touch, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You lick your lips, watching as his face contorts in pleasure, every subtle reaction driving you wild with desire.
âHmm, you like it?â you ask, positioning yourself directly in front of him, locking eyes as you continue your ministrations.
âYes, but Iââ as your hand maintains its pressure on his crotch, he stammers out his words, his voice a mixture of desire and hesitation.
âWhat, are you a virgin?â your playful tease hangs in the air, accompanied by a soft chuckle, as you lean in closer to him, your breath warming his ear with your whispered words.
âNo!â His response is hurried, almost defensive, tinged with a hint of embarrassment. âIâve just never done it with a human beforeâŚâ he confesses, his tone a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity.
You draw back slightly, scanning his face, catching a glimpse of uncertainty mingled with desire flickering in his eyes.
âI can guide you through it, show you what feels good. Trust me, youâll enjoy every moment,â you say, your eyes shimmering with a mix of confidence and anticipation.
âI mean, Jin hyung already told me how it works,â he pants, his gaze fixated on your hand as it works its magic, his hips instinctively moving in rhythm, âIâve touched myself before, out of curiosity, but Iâve never had sex with a human before.â
Your expression softens, recognizing that this is a new experience for him, so you resolve to take it slow.
âMermen donât exactly have dicks like humans,â he chuckles, his movements against your hand betraying his eagerness for friction.
You lean in again, teasing him, âHow exactly do merfolk have sex?â
He chuckles, smirking at you, âWell, itâs more like a mating ritual, honestly. Thereâs some swimming around, almost like a dance, rubbing against each other. Itâs quite primal and intimate, in its own way.â
You frown, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief evident on your face. âThatâs it?â
He nods, his expression both amused and sincere.â
âNo teasing? Release of bodily fluids? Making out? Sticking things into holes?â you list, your expression a mix of incredulity and disappointment. God, you really do like sex and all of the things you just listed. Mermaid intercourse sounds slightly boring in comparison.
âNo sticking things into holes sadlyâexcept for tongue kissing,â he chuckles, masking his disappointment with a playful grin, though you sense a tinge of longing in his eyes.
âBut you get to try that now, okay? Then you can tell all your friends how it is to have sex with a human,â you smile, feeling a bit mischievous, your words laced with humor as you try to lighten the mood after the serious discussion.
âMany of them have already experienced it,â he laughs, his tone tinged with excitement and a hint of anticipation, âMy hyungs have done it a lot, and I canât wait to experience it myself.â
âThey sound like theyâve had their fair share of adventures,â you chuckle, stealing a glance downwards, noticing the telltale strain in his pants.
He chuckles, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. âCan we talk about something else? Because Iâm having trouble focusing on your hand when Iâm talking about my friends.â
With a playful laugh, you grasp the situation and share a knowing glance. Eager to reignite the passionate spark between you, you playfully unzip his pants, only to discover heâs gone commandoâa thrilling surprise that sets your heart racing and ignites a rush of desire.
A mischievous grin plays on your lips as you raise an eyebrow, your fingers wrapping around his cock teasingly. âNo underwear?â you jest, a playful twinkle in your eye, as you give him a tantalizing stroke, feeling his anticipation building with each caress.
With a low, guttural sound, he shifts his weight, arching his back to assist as you peel off the remainder of his jeans. Your fingers eagerly find their way back to his dick, marveling at its girth and length, already imagining the delicious stretch it will bring. The anticipation sends shivers down your spine.
His cock is longâ longer than average, and thicker too. The tip is red, a small bead of precum gathered at the top, just waiting to be tasted by your tongue.
He teases you, his hips surging upward as if to test your grip. âDo you like it?â he murmurs, a hint of mischief in his voice, his eyes locking onto yours as he waits for your response.
You meet his gaze with a smirk, your fingers still wrapped around him. âYeah, itâs impressive,â you concede, your voice laced with anticipation. Honestly, you donât care much about the size of it, more about how good he is at using it.
He watches you intently, his gaze probing yet curious. âHave you had a lot of sex before?â
You nod and give him a small smile.
You lean in closer, your eyes locked with his, conveying your sincerity and eagerness. âI have, but letâs focus on us now,â you whisper, your voice tinged with determination. âI want to make you feel good, and then you can return the favor. How does that sound?â
With a tantalizing smile, you moisten your lips before lowering them to his cock. The instant contact makes him quiver, a reaction that only fuels your desire. You start by tracing him with your tongue, savoring his taste, before enveloping him completely in your warm, wet mouth.
He utters adorable, needy moans as your mouth envelops him, his reactions spurring you on as you slide up and down, sucking him with fervor and intensity.
His hands find your hair, gripping it gently at first, then with a bit more urgency, but you donât mind one bit. Instead, it fuels your desire, urging you to take more of him into your mouth, to please him further with every movement.
The echoing sounds of slurping fill the cave, reverberating off the rocky walls, creating a symphony of desire. Each wet, sucking noise only fuels your arousal further, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with every passing moment.
âShit. Iâm feeling like I might come already,â he pants, his fingers tightening in your hair, a futile attempt to control the rising tide of pleasure coursing through him.
You release him with a soft pop, panting as you meet his pleading gaze, a flicker of desire mirrored in your eyes, silently promising more to come.
âIt felt really good, but I really want to know what it feels like being inside your pussy, please,â his plea echoes through the cave, his eyes pleading like a desperate puppy, and you canât help but chuckle at his adorable earnestness, your own desire kindled by his longing gaze.
âOf course. I want to have you inside of me too,â you pant, urgency seeping into your voice as you hastily pull your shirt over your head, revealing the lace of your bra to him, a silent invitation in the flickering light of the cave.
âYouâre stunning,â he breathes, his voice filled with awe and genuine appreciation. âItâs not just your body that I love, but your entire essence, your personalityâitâs all so captivating.â
Your smile widens, mirroring the warmth and affection swelling in your chest as you gaze at him. As you begin to unbutton your pants, a thought nudges its way into your consciousness. Retrieving the foil packet from your pocket, you place it on the ground between you, a silent promise of the intimacy about to unfold.
Jungkookâs gaze flickers to the foil packet, curiosity sparking in his eyes like a flame catching kindling. âWhatâs that?â he asks, his voice laced with intrigue and a hint of anticipation, as if sensing the gravity of the moment wrapped in that small, innocuous package.
You chuckle softly, charmed by his innocence, realizing heâs never encountered a condom before. Itâs endearing, really, how sheltered his underwater world has been.
âItâs a condom. Itâs for protection,â you explain gently, feeling a mix of tenderness and amusement at his innocence. âYou put it on your cock. Iâm on birth control, but it never hurts to be extra safe,â you assure him, deciding to take the lead and offer to help him put it on.
As you attempt to open the foil packet, he intercepts your movement with a smirk, halting you with his hand. âNot now. I want to taste you first. Can I? And will you let me know if you like it or not? Iâve never tried it before,â he trails off, his voice soft and endearing. Itâs moments like these that make you realize just how charming he can be.
His hands find purchase on your hips, and with a deliberate tug, he pulls your pants down, leaving you bare in your underwear. His gaze travels over you, from your eyes down to your dripping cunt, igniting a fire of anticipation in your core.
âYour panties are wet.âÂ
You chuckle in response, a mix of excitement and nervousness dancing in your eyes as you obediently part your legs wider, inviting him in with a playful yet anticipatory smirk.
âThatâs because Iâm aroused,â you confess, your voice barely a whisper as his touch sends a delicious shiver down your spine, your anticipation building with every electrifying caress of his hand against your hip bone and down to your pussy.
âYou can remove it,â you whisper, your voice husky with desire, as you arch your back, offering yourself to him, a silent invitation. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides your panties down your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to the dimly lit cave, the anticipation thickening the air between you.
He lowers himself between your parted legs, his touch sending shivers up your spine as his hands explore the soft skin of your thighs, eliciting playful giggles from your lips. With agonizing slowness, his fingertips inch closer to your aching pussy, your body aching with desire, yearning for his touch. You find yourself silently begging for him to make contact, your entire being consumed by the anticipation of his caress.
âPlease, Jungkook,â you implore, your voice trembling with urgency and longing, âI need to feel you, your touchâwhether itâs your fingers or your mouth, I donât care. Just touch me.â
As he gazes into your eyes, his expression filled with desire and understanding, he delicately traces his index finger over your sensitive clit. The sensation overwhelms you, eliciting a strangled gasp of his name, your body responding eagerly to his touch.
With each gentle stroke of his finger over your clit, you canât help but release a soft moan, your body instinctively responding to his touch. Sensing your pleasure, he continues, his movements becoming more confident as he circles and rubs your clit, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
As your breath quickens and your body trembles with anticipation, you find it increasingly difficult to maintain control, your legs quivering with need. Sensing your urgency, he gently guides your legs apart with his free hand, allowing him better access to your pussy.
He watches, entranced, as your clit pulsates, the rhythmic flexing and relaxing of the muscle a mesmerizing sight. The vision of your arousal sends a jolt of desire through him, making his own need painfully evident.
âYou can put a finger in,â you pant, your voice trembling with need, eyes wide and pleading for more.
He looks up, his eyes searching yours, âAre you sure?â he asks, his voice a husky whisper filled with both concern and anticipation.
You bite your bottom lip, a soft groan escaping your throat. âYes, Jungkook,â you breathe, your voice laced with desperate longing, âI want your fingers inside me now.â
With the hand that was expertly teasing your clit, Jungkook slides it down to your slick folds, marveling at how you glisten in the moonlit cave. He gently positions his index finger, then slowly, almost tantalizingly, pushes it inside you, making you gasp at the intimate sensation.
The pleasure hits you instantly, a surge of desire overwhelming your senses. You crave more, each second intensifying your need, as if every nerve in your body is crying out for him.
âWow,â he breathes, mesmerized by the sight of his finger slowly disappearing into your hole, his eyes wide with awe and desire.
Mesmerized, he begins thrusting his finger in and out of you, his movements slow and deliberate. Your sweet noises of pleasure fill the cave, encouraging him. After a moment, he looks up, his voice husky with desire, âCan I add another one?â
You nod, and another finger slips into your pussy, stretching you just a bit more. The sensation is intoxicating, yet you crave so much more. Youâre trying to maintain control, to let him take his time, but the need inside you is almost overwhelming.
âPlease,â you whisper urgently, your voice trembling with desire, âadd a third finger and use your other hand to play with my clit.â You crave the sensation, the stretch, the readiness for his cock, your need palpable in every word.
With a swift motion, you unhook your bra, allowing it to slip to the ground. His movements pause as his gaze fixes on your exposed chestâyour nipples standing pert and proud, a silent invitation to his touch.
As his gaze reluctantly leaves your exposed chest, he resumes his attention on you, the third finger sliding into you with a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips at the welcomed stretch. His thumb, slick with your juices, finds your clit once more, initiating a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
Breathless and on the edge of ecstasy, you manage to muster the question, your voice filled with awe and admiration, âAre you sure you havenât done this before? Because youâre really good at it.â
His laughter dances in the air, a melody to your unraveling pleasure. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you with a perplexed frown until you see him drawing nearer, his tongue tracing the contours of your pussy.
You surrender to the ecstasy, tossing your head back as waves of pleasure wash over you, relishing the sensation of his velvety tongue caressing every contour of your quivering folds and sending electric pulses of delight through your clit.
With a hunger that matches your own, he envelops your clit, his mouth becoming a vortex of ravenous need, as he sucks and teases, drawing forth the essence of your desire and savoring every drop of your arousal with a fervent devotion.
With an almost expert touch, he draws your sensitive bud into his mouth, creating a vortex of sensation that sends electrifying pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. Each suction brings you closer to the edge, igniting a fiery intensity that threatens to consume you entirely. As you pant and gasp, your senses reel with the impending release, the anticipation coiling tighter within you like a spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy.
Your fingers trace the curves of your breasts, igniting a trail of sensation that sends shivers down your spine. With each touch, you feel the heat building within you, a primal urge demanding release. Your fingertips dance over your nipples, teasing them to attention, and you canât help but respond with a symphony of gasps and moans.
Jungkookâs gaze flickers up, drawn to the symphony of your movements, your gasps and moans orchestrating a melody of desire. Yet, he remains steadfast in his task, his lips and tongue weaving a spell of ecstasy as he devours you with hunger, like he has done this many times before. Itâs as though heâs an artist, each stroke of his tongue a masterpiece, each flicker of his lips a masterpiece of passion.
As your body arches and trembles with impending release, youâre acutely aware that the peak of ecstasy is just within reach. âJungkook,â you gasp, your voice a fervent plea, âIâm... Iâm going to come.â
With his deep chuckle vibrating against your most sensitive spot, youâre overcome by the intoxicating blend of sensations. In an instant, your world explodes into a symphony of pleasure, your fingers tangling in his ebony locks, anchoring you to the dizzying whirlwind of ecstasy as he eagerly savors every drop of your essence.
With a gentle and tender gaze, he pulls away, his features adorned with a shimmer of your essence. âWas this alright?â he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, yet his eyes brimming with warmth and adoration. With a gasp of disbelief, you draw him into a passionate kiss, savoring the mingling taste of yourself on his lips, yet your heart races with an electric thrill. âIt was perfect,â you murmur against his mouth, your voice laden with sincerity and longing, sealing the moment with fervent intensity.
âNow you can fuck me,â filled with need, you voice your desire, urgency coloring every syllable, as you reach for his shirt and hastily pull it over his head. Your fingers fumble with the foil packet, opening it with a sense of anticipation, before your hand finds his still-hard cock.
With careful precision, you slide the condom over his dick, a tangible barrier between you and raw desire. As you spread your legs, creating space for him, his cock hovers tantalizingly close to where you ache for him most. In his gaze, you detect a mixture of longing and uncertainty, silently seeking your permission to proceed.
You take control, grasping his cock firmly and guiding it to your eager entrance. With a whispered instruction, you urge him to press forward, âPush a little, but slowly.â
As he nods in agreement, a determined glint ignites in his eyes. With gentle yet purposeful movements, he starts to ease his cock into the welcoming warmth of your eager pussy, each inch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, stretching you deliciously with every inch gained.
His breath hitches, voice laced with wonderment, âWow. Youâre so tight,â he pants, his words punctuated by the sensation of more and more of his dick disappearing into the velvety depths of your cunt, a symphony of pleasure enveloping you both with each inch he claims.
âGod, youâre big,â you pant back, a mixture of excitement and anticipation lacing your voice as you try your best to relax, welcoming the exquisite stretch and fullness as he almost fills you up, every inch of him stirring a delicious ache within you.
Finally, heâs completely inside, and you release a shaky breath you didnât even realize youâd been holding, feeling every pulsing inch of him deep within you, a rush of sensation flooding your senses as you revel in the delicious fullness he provides.
âYou can move now,â you encourage him with a smile, eager anticipation shimmering in your eyes as you invite him to explore the depths of pleasure with each rhythmic thrust.
âHow? Youâre hugging me so tight,â he groans in pleasure, his voice tinged with uncertainty, as if seeking your direction amidst the waves of sensation coursing through both of you.
âFeel how we fit together?â you whisper, your hands tenderly guiding his hips. âJust move your hipsâback and forth. Follow the rhythm of our bodies, and trust me, itâll be amazing.â
âI already feel so good.â
He starts with a gentle push, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you. With each thrust, he delves deeper, igniting an electric dance between your bodies, and you canât help but moan in bliss.
âDonât stopâfaster,â you urge him on, and he responds with a surge of intensity, each thrust echoing in the cavern, a symphony of desire enveloping you both.
Your hands abandon his ass and hips once youâre satisfied heâs got the rhythm, his every thrust hitting that perfect spot, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.
You moan his name, the sound igniting a primal response in him, his grunts mingling with your name, creating a symphony of passion in the cave.
âKeep goingâharder,â you plead, your voice laced with urgency and desire. With each thrust, he drives into you with unyielding force, your back meeting the rough cave wall, igniting a primal intensity that leaves you breathless. You know thereâll be marks and scratches later, but at this moment, all you care about is the raw, primal pleasure heâs giving you.
âYes!â you scream, your voice echoing against the walls of the cave, the intensity of his thrusts driving you to clutch his strong biceps for leverage. The intricate tattoo sleeve he has on his right arm, flexing with the strength he puts into his thrusts. With each powerful movement of his hips, he plunges deeper into you, igniting a primal fire that consumes both of you in an insatiable frenzy.
â___. I think Iâm going to come soon,â he confesses, his voice strained with pleasure, his brows furrowing in anticipation of the impending release.
âMe too. Shit. Are you sure youâve never done this before?â you gasp out, your disbelief mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. His skill and passion feel too seasoned for a first-timer, leaving you both questioning the truth of his innocence.
âIâm just a fast learner,â he teases, his lips finding solace on one of your exposed nipples, eliciting a fervent moan of his name from you.Â
He sucks and nibbles at it, all while hitting your soft spot with precision. Itâs an onslaught of sensation, driving you to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter within you, threatening to unravel at any moment.
With a tantalizing pop, he releases your nipple, only to lavish the same attention on its twin. His kisses, licks, and sucking send ripples of pleasure through your body, each touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.
Thatâs it. Youâre gonna come again.
âFuck, Kook,â you cry out, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you as you surrender to the torrent of ecstasy, your pussy releasing your liquid and pulsating around his cock, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you with the breakneck speed heâs moving his hips at.
âDamn, how did you just get even tighter?â he groans, his voice strained with pleasure, his primal urges driving him to the brink of ecstasy. You feel his urgency, knowing heâs teetering on the edge of release.
âFuckââ he pants, his breath ragged and erratic. Then, he stutters, his movements turning feral for a moment as you feel his cock twitch inside your pussy, and he releases into the condom, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.
He stills inside you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he puts all of his weight into his arms. You gaze at him with a smile, your hand finding his cheek, gently pulling him closer to you, a silent reassurance in your touch.
You kiss him tenderly, the intimacy lingering in the air as your lips meet in a long and deep embrace. When you finally part, your breath mingling, you whisper softly, âI loved every moment of it.â
âMe too,â his voice carries a gentle exhaustion, mirroring the weariness you also feel settling in. You share a quiet moment, the weight of your shared passion and pleasure evident in the silence that follows.
As he gradually softens inside you, he withdraws gently. You swiftly retrieve the condom, deftly disposing of it with a practiced flick, tossing it into the depths of the cave, a silent testament to the intimacy shared in this hidden sanctuary.
âCan we do it again?â he pleads, his eyes ablaze with desire, each word heavy with anticipation, begging for another swim into ecstasy.
âYeah, Iâd love that,â you murmur, pressing your lips to his once more, the promise of another intimate time igniting a fire within you both.
âBut maybe we can go for a swim first?â you suggest with a playful glint in your eyes as you feel your breathing gradually returning to normal.
His expression shifts to one of surprise. âYou want to swim? Iâll revert to my merman form thenâŚâ
You gently grasp his cheek, locking eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze echoing your sincerity. âI love you, whether youâre in your merman or human form. I love all of you. And yes, I want to swim with you. You know how much I love being in the water.â
As he eases into your proximity, he nods, inching towards the water within the cave. With a mesmerizing display, a cascade of sparkle and glitter dances in the air as his legs seamlessly meld into a majestic purple tail. Your jaw drops, captivated once again by the breathtaking sight of his merman form, each time feeling like the first time you saw him like this.
He gracefully glides into the water with a splash, and you eagerly trail behind, tentative at first, dipping your toes into the cool embrace, then succumbing to the gentle caress that envelops your entire naked form.
You swim alongside him, venturing beyond the confines of the cave, out into the vast expanse of the open sea. The ocean stretches endlessly, meeting the horizon in a seamless blend of moonlit waves. Above, the sky is a tapestry of stars, each one twinkling like a promise of infinite possibilities. Though your house is a distant silhouette against the shore, it fades from your thoughts in the enchantment of this moment.
As you glide through the water beside him, the gentle rhythm of his tail occasionally breaking the surface with playful splashes, you find yourself drawn to the mystery of his world. âIâd love to see your home someday,â you say, the words carried away by the ocean breeze, mingling with the soft lullaby of the waves.
âYeah. I know a witch that can turn you into a mermaid, if you really want to,â he says with a big smile on his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as they meet your surprised gaze, mirroring your astonishment with his own excitement.
Your eyes widen with wonderâ the thought of becoming a mermaid, a cherished childhood dream, suddenly within reach. âIâd love that,â you breathe, your voice filled with an intoxicating mix of excitement and disbelief, as if daring the universe to make this fantasy a reality.
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Hello, I was thinking Armando Aretas x Reader. Where Reader was sleeping, and she felt the bed dip and noticed that Armando was on top her with his head on her chest and he was slightly crying because he had nightmare and Reader comforts him because he deserves the whole world. She also kisses his head and playing with his hair.
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â彥SUMMARY.; In which the night is unforgiving to Armando, so you do everything in your power to help him.
â彥FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x FEM! READER
â彥TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
â彥FORMAT.; ONE SHOT
â彥GENRE.; FLUFF + ANGST + HURT ⪠COMFORT
â彥WARNINGS.; mentions of nightmares, mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mature language, actions of crying and vulnerability, fear of being left behind, google translated spanish, and slight bad boys for life spoilers.
â彥NOTES.; oooo babes this requestttt omg I love itđĽšđĽš,, the vulnerability of him is something that Iâve always liked so Iâm soooo happy to write this. Tysm for this request and I hope Iâll be able to portray it good. I hope you all enjoy!!đđ
[P.S.] HE USES THE TERM MAMA AS A FORM OF ENDEARMENT, its holds the same weight as the terms babe or baby would.
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATEDđ.
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The rain beat down on the glass windows of your apartment. It was currently 2:33 am and you were sound asleep, softly breathing in the tranquil of deep slumber.
Between the pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows, and the soft and gentle vrring of the air conditioning, you couldnât help the calming sounds that kept you in a deep state of sleep.
However, the man beside you couldnât fare the same.
Armando had been tossing and turning all night.
At one point he woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at your sleeping form, softly snoring away and he didnât want to bother you because heâs hates the feeling of vulnerability in any situation. So he sucked it up and tried to go back to sleep.
By now another 2 hours have passed and itâs by now youâre beginning to stir in bed. You felt the bed dip beside you but thought nothing of it, thinking Armando was just doing something, or simply sitting up in bed so you tried shifting in bed and going back to sleep.
That was until you felt a sudden dip in the bed right next to you, and then a sudden weight on your body. Your eyes shot open and you look down to see a little mop of hair in your face. It wasnât the weight of his body on top of yours that startled you, it was the fact that your shirt was dampening as he was hiding is face in your chest.
He was crying. And he never cries.
Immediately you began to worry and sat up as he was holding onto you, following your body up. He was holding onto you so tightly that his grip was threatening to pull you back down.
âBaby..? Are you okay?â You caress his head softly as the worry in your voice was evident. He didnât answer, opting to hold onto you tighter. âBaby please talk to me.. whatâs wrong?â You scrape your fingers through his hair gently in order to calm him down.
Finally he looks up at you and you see his red watery eyes and dried tears in his cheeks, with more tears threatening to spill down them. Immediately your hands shoot up to his face and caresses his cheeks.
âDime quĂŠ pasa bebĂŠ. Estoy aquĂ y te escucho.â
Finally he looks at you and holds onto you tighter. You feel his body slightly shaking and your worry continues to grow.
â..had a dream you got shot.. took a bullet for me and i just kinda.. stood there and let it happen⌠I didnât react fast enough and you just dropped and I..ââ he starts and then chokes up.
âShh baby Iâm here.. Iâm here with you.. I didnât go anywhere, I didnât dieâ
You caress his head and pulls him impossibly closer to you, comforting him the best you can by reassuring words and kisses, littering them all over his face. He just surrenders to your actions, wanting nothing more than just being close to you in this moment.
âDid the nightmare just happen?â You ask him. Wordlessly, he nods his head no and you can feel his body convulsing, as to hold back his tears. You gently rub his back, and proceeds to slide back down into a laying position with his head still on your chest.
Your heart ached seeing him like this.
âShouldâve woken me up babe.. you know Iâd help youâ you say softly into his hair, simultaneously kissing the top of his head.
â..didnât wanna bother youâ he says back.
You furrow your eyebrows at this. âYouâve never bothered me baby.. if it happens again, wake me up okay?â
He nods and hugs around your waist tighter.
This went on for a couple more minutes and you could tell it was extremely painful for him to talk about.
Everytime heâd try to explain in detail what happened in his dream, heâd get choked up again and you couldnât stand to see him hurt so much anymore.
âYou donât have to say anything else okay? Nothing at all.. I wonât leave you by yourself.. I wonât die on you.. te prometo queâ you say softly, pulling his head up from your chest with both of your hands then plants a kiss on his lips, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears escaping his eyes.
He leans into the kiss, closing his eyes and the furrowing his eyebrows, a tendency he has a lot. You pull away and he stares into your eyes.
âNo puedes volver con eso mamĂ .. you promisedâ
You smile at him and then kiss him again. âIâm not going anywhere babe.. I promise.. hasta el fuegoâ
He finally cracks a small smile at your words, a little bit of peace comes with what you just said to him.
He rests his head back into your chest.. mimicking the same words back to you.
âAsĂ es mamĂĄ.. hasta el fuegoâ
The rest of the night is filled with the same pitter pattering of the rain hitting the windows, and the gentle sound of the AC filling the space, except this time, the man you love so deeply is resting on your chest, the steady beating of your heart reassuring him that you are here, and still with him.
That you go wonât anywhere.
And you in turn use your fingers to comb through his hair, scratching his scalp gently and playing with his hair, occasionally kissing his head and caressing his body to soothe him back to sleep.
You had already made up your mind that you wouldnât sleep until he fell asleep.
Between the beating of your heart, your touches and the rain outside, it didnât take long for the man resting on your chest to drift away into slumber.
And you in turn smiled, happy that he can now get the rest he deserves, knowing that you wonât be going anywhere, unless itâs with him.
[GLOSSARY]
âDime quĂŠ pasa bebĂŠ. Estoy aquĂ y te escucho.â â Tell me what's wrong baby.. i'm here and i'm listening
â..âte prometo queâ â I promise you that
âNo puedes volver con eso mamĂĄ..â â you canât go back on that mama
âhasta el fuegoâ â to the fire or til we burn
âAsĂ es mamĂĄâ â thatâs right mama
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PAC Tarot: What is your seductive powerđŤ§
COUNT LEFT TO RIGHT NOT VERTICALLY. while writing, the moon is in leo, time to shine!
pick an image it can be whatever your intuition calls to, the photography you find most aesthetically pleasing, or just the one that reminds/looks most like you (doesn't have to).
these were so random on my Pinterest homepage, and don't fit into any category, i chose them before the reading to. but lets get into the reading.. Listen to your song to understand your muse & extra messages. Click the link to understand the Seduction Type for your pile.
Pile One type: the natural
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TAROT: 3 of pentacles, 3 of wands. ORACLE: Root chakra: Resilience + "enslaved, surrendering control"
Unpredictable, exciting, adventurous.
Besides your type as the natural, which is the least toxic archetype and basically about being genuine, playful & having a emotional connection that connects them with childhood nostalgia. Read more about it on the link + listen to your song.
Your seduction power is your strength to overcome things. Cope with hardships. Your deep lore, and trauma. People probably are seduced by the thought of you "taking it" & surrendering yourself to them. You having that strength. With the double 3 also signifying this growth & resilience, you seduce people by maturing kind of. The strength and confidence you come with from it.
People may be seduced when you are with groups of people too. 3 of wands is also about traveling, & expanding experiences. Heavy on the adventure part, adventures with you, your forward thinking & openness seduces people. Seduced by going places and exploring with you, like field trips, dates, parties, plans. The more you grow in life, that seduces people. Sexually people might be seduced by the fact that they can try new experiences with you, and grow/expand.
You definitely seduce people in school or work areas. People are seduced when they are working with you, again in a group. How you work with them & build connections and your teamwork that you put into it. The way you can collaborate and the way you make other people feel collaborating with them.
Pile Two type: the rake
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TAROT: 3 of swords. King of Cups. ORACLE: Third eye: Merlin + Dominator
I did not talk about the rake in my seduction type post, because that seduction type is mostly used by men. I mean if you are a masc, or like women then hey. But at the end of the day the rake isn't as masculine. It's just the rebel, player bad boy type. But when he wants a girl he love bombs her to make her feel desired. So if your a feminine that dealt with that, you really can play the game on them. I suggest you look more into the rake archetype, & listen to your song! (yes it was shuffled, ironic how it's "promises")
3 of swords & King of cups, literally sound like your archetype. Heartbreaker Lover. King of cups is very emotionally intelligent, which most manipulative people have, but king of cups is not alwaysss manipulative. Very compassionate & understanding. They are emotional creatures, but balanced. Romantic, Charming, Sympathetic. Merlin is an old wise mediator. Very mature but balances people emotions. Emotionally intelligent asf.
But 3 of swords, takes 3 shots to heart and is betrayed, depressed, separated. Which is the effect you give to them. But you could also seduce people from the complex pain you been through, and your big heart with it. So your seduction power is definitely the rake. With dominator your probably the one that dominates the romance and affection within the relationship, so you can have the control to take it away and heartbreak. Sexually, people are seduced by wanting you to dominate them & take control.
I feel like you might accidentally give people false promises from just your vibe & when you separate, it breaks their heart and seduces them.
Pile Three type: the star
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TAROT: Ace of wands, Page of Wands. Oracle: Solar Plexus: Centered + Sex toys
Your seduction type, which I hope you go to the link to really understand, the star is a blank canvas for people fantasies & dreams. They are idolized and put on a high pedestal and attract people who want to watch them. Listen to your song!!!! (Another song I channeled which is ironic because the one I shuffled is Homiesexual. the other song is Homie Bitch by Lil Durk) I bet you pull groups of men, and all their homies or something. Listen to the full song of both tho for extra messages.
Magnet, Magnet, Magnet. I know your sexy, get a lot of attention, or seduce people. If you don't think you do, you do & have a lot of present potential to. Your seduction power is turning people on. Your seduction power is quite literally in you in your sexual energy to. People like when your freaky. People might be seduced by the fact you using toys on yourself. Or quite literally look at you as a sex toy. You put people in that carnal, raw, curious, adrenaline, playful, thrilling sexual energy. You are looked at as a good fuck.. because page of wands is pretty immature and thinking with whatever they have between their legs. Are you like a hoe, or a thot?? If so, to my "thots" you seduce people that way.
Your seduction is you, just you shining in your energy, centered in yourself, your exciting self, your sexual self. Your vibrant, fiery self. EXPRESSING YOURSELF & BEING BOLD. spontaneous, playful, creative self. You seduce people by the way you spark excitement in others, or them.
Pile Four type: the dandy
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TAROT: The Hermit, The Empress. ORACLE: Throat Chakra: Inner truth + Face
Go to the link to really understand. But as a dandy you are seductive in your individuality, uniqueness, weirdness, REBEL & DIFFERENT, ambiguous, gender fluid side. Dandy gives me a lot of Aquarius, Uranus Prominent energy.
By the picture you chose, the face & the empress card, your probably pretty and have a nice face card. That's a way you seduce people. The empress is a queen of all queens, top model energy so your femininity or just how people see you as a high valued woman is seductive to people. The way your out the mix, and go with your inner truth, and your OWN shit is seductive. People respect you a lot & your independence. Your loner vibe can seduce people, in a mystique, puzzling type way. People love to hear what YOU have to say & are seduced when you speak your mind. They love your honesty & transparency.
Pile Five type: the charismatic
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TAROT: 10 of cups, 9 of cups. ORACLE: Third Eye chakra: Ancient Knowledge + Doggy
Since I didn't write about this one in my seducer type post: "A charismatic seducer is someone who is exciting and self-driven, and who can come across as someone most people want to be like. They may be leaders, visionaries, public figures, or great orators. Charisma is a presence that excites us. It comes from an inner quality, self-confidence, sexual energy, sense of purpose, contentment that most people lack and want. This quality radiates outward, permeating the gestures of Charismatics, making them seem extraordinary and superior. They learn to heighten their charisma with a piercing gaze, fiery oratory, an air of mystery. Create the charismatic illusion by radiating intensity while remaining detached. compelling attractiveness or charm that can inspire devotion in others."
Listen to your song for extra messages. Another lyric i channeled for this pile is "Is this the thanks that I get for putting you bitches on" by Nicki Minaj.
Your seduction type, with the tarot you got + your song is like your their ultimate ecstasy, wish fulfillment, need, satisfaction. Everything they want. You seduce people by the idea of worth you have, like if this was mine I would be soo happy. Your everything. You may be thick, don't have to be just a nice booty, & people are seduced by the idea of putting you in doggy. They like that idea of you, even by the picture you chose, your arch pics, the way you sit, or stuff like that that symbolize that position can seduce people.
You might be witches, tarot readers too. Or your special, ancient, or inner knowledge that you have to bring to the table seduces people.
Pile Six type: the siren
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TAROT: 3 of wands, Page of wands. ORACLE: Sacral Chakra: Inhibitions + Dominator
The siren is the one that is so sensually appealing to all the senses, irresistible allure, and captivating. While also having a dream like experience on them from their push-pull manipulation tactic. Go to the link to understand more, & listen to your song for extra messages.
For this pile you might have been going back & forth on which one to choose. But a siren definitely has multiple archetypes anyways and is very seductive so that makes sense. You seduce people when having fun, Idk if you have life of the party energy, but when you are in that energy or just in your spontaneous energy that brings them back to maybe that age of 15-27 year old energy you know what I mean. Your adrenaline, or the adrenaline you give people. When you guys take trips and have fun that seduces people. The downtown vibe from your picture adds to it. Sacral Chakra is all about our joy & pleasures. But Inhibitions is someone who's shy & self conscious, reserved. This could be you, or how you make people feel that just seduces people.
People are seduced by your playful sexual side, maybe when drunk, twerking, dancing, thirst traps, etc etc.
Your dominance, and the way you take charge seduces people. Im channeling this song i seen used for a Kamala Harris Edit 246 something party girl, brat something. LMAO. But maybe Kamala Harris is a sign she's this fun easy going party girl, who's our future president of the USA. She's connected with her sacral chakra, inner child. But she can Dominate a room. Even the song choice of Nicki Minaj gives similar energy. Sexually, people are seduced when you do dominate them.
Pile Seven type: the coquette
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TAROT: 4 of pentacles, The World. ORACLE: Face, Throat chakra: Divine Messenger.
The coquette as a seduction type, is not all lolita, baby girl aesthetic. Even though it could be. It's the ultimate female manipulator. Look at the link to learn more, but she seduces by making people jealous to compete. Distancing once it gets to good to delay gratification & make them obsessed with her affection. etc etc. Listen to your song for more messages to.
Going with your seduction type, you seduce people by making them feel whole with you. Like with you their complete, and your someone they want to hold on to, not let go & posses. With the divine messenger, people could feel like your meant to be, sent to them, wether its literally spiritual or they just have that emotional feeling. You also seduce people by your air of independence and the fact that your complete & whole in yourself and that you are very self-assured. You seduce people by being stingy, and fulfilled. You seduce people with everything you have, and how valuable you are and the things that you value. 2nd house/taurus energy. You could have a lot of material things, or things going for your self, you seem very achieved and that seduces people.
Your probably pretty, and your face card seduces people, or just your facial expressions, eye contact, etc etc.
Pile Eight type: the charmer
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TAROT: 3 of wands. Ace of cups. ORACLE: Solar Plexus: Wholeness of self + Red Flag.
Charmer is the funny but empathetic inviting charming person. Look at my link to really understand the psychology behind this archetype. I channeled a lyric, "Come & touch me, let me know that your real". And it just goes with your archetype + red flag. People are seduced by the fact they can't trust you but want to trust you, because you seduce them. Listen to your song!! (Its so ironic how the most emo song got shuffled for the most emo picture)
People are seduced by the adventure & experiences you expand them to. Your thrill, and newness. Seduced by the love you have to offer and give, people are seduced when you first come in, your honeymoon stage or just they feel like that a lot because your affection and love/care you give is so seductive. People are seduced by the fact that your secure and safe within yourself, and you let loose with people. Your probably a calm, in the moment person. People are seduced by your too good to be true charm, and its like your a red flag.
Pile Nine type: the ideal lover
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TAROT: ten of cups, 3 of wands ORACLE: crown chakra: spiritual awakening + spooning
The Ideal Lover archetype is a seductive who can mold into people ultimate soulmate fantasy. Look on my link to understand more, and listen to your song for extra messages.
okay so many piles get 3 of wands & i shuffle really good. 3 of wands might be an extremely seductive power, the way people can expand experiences, have adventures & escape. That's definitely your power. The fact that you got 10 of cups as a Ideal Lover Archetype. You are the Ideal Lover, people feel happy ever after, marriage, kids, ecstasy with you. You literally bring them to a whole new world. Especially with the spiritual awakening card. Your song picture perfect, its like your literally a walking fantasy. People are grateful to have you, but with seduction power you can use that to your best advantage that you have a gift to morph into being your target soulmate romance fantasy. Spooning is such a romantic sexual oracle card. People just want to be under you, hug you. Your like marriage material!
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Good Boy
Sukuna is a powerful man. Everybody knows him as the successful and arrogant CEO of the SHRINE company. But they don't know that at home, in the bedroom, he is a very different man. Only you know what Sukuna truly needs to be able to function in his stressful job.
Pairing: Sub!Sukuna x Dom!Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, BDSM elements, sub+dom dynamic, reader is a soft dom, restraining, collaring, impact play (flogging with a leather paddle), dirty talk, spitting in Sukuna's mouth, praise, edging, Sukuna cums untouched on command, pegging (Sukuna receiving). This is a modern + no-curses AU. Sukuna is a CEO and married to Reader. All things happen with mutual consent. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Dividers by @/benkeibear
Sukuna is a powerful man. Successful and feared by many. A big player in the business world. He makes it look easy, makes it look like he can do all of that effortlessly. He keeps up a high pace, coming to work before everyone else and only leaving after the sun has set. Attending business events and giving interviews for magazines while always wearing a smug smirk on his handsome face. Always hiding his true self behind a mask of professionalism and arrogance.
No one is allowed to see behind that mask. With one exception. There is one person who knows how stressed Sukuna truly is. How tired he is. Only one person knows the toll his work takes on him. Only you. Only his wife.
You are the only one who knows that sometimes the powerful CEO needs a break from everything. Only you know that sometimes this big, strong, and powerful man wants to be on his knees for you, bound and collared, needing to hear you call him your good boy before he is able to cum.
Sukuna hadn't known this side of himself for a long time. Maybe it was because he wasn't mature enough in his younger years. Maybe it was because his past relationships never offered him the amount of trust and love that the relationship with you gives him.
But Sukuna still remembers the day that changed everything. The day that made him discover something about himself and about his deepest needs.
He only wanted to take a short trip to your favorite lingerie boutique to buy a little something for you for White Day. A new set of sinfully expensive lingerie that you could wear for him.
It had been a stressful day at work, a meeting with the CEO of a rival company that had left Sukuna pissed off and on the edge. He hoped to find distraction in picking sexy underwear for his beloved wife, picturing you in it, easing his mind with thoughts of fucking you while you wore that pretty red lacey set with the little heart dangling from it.
But things didn't go as Sukuna had planned. His gaze strayed away from the luxurious red lace lingerie and landed on a display of collars. And all of a sudden Sukuna felt conflicted. So damn conflicted.
At that moment, he couldn't tell why the sight of those collars made him feel so strange. He drew his gaze away again and strolled to another corner of the boutique to look at more beautiful lingerie sets. But he couldn't focus. His thoughts stayed occupied with those leather collars. And suddenly, he found that his feet had carried him back to that one display.
He walked past it several times until he sighed and finally stopped in front of it, took one collar out of the shelf, and let it glide through his fingers. The black leather felt nice in his hand, smooth and warm. He tried to picture it on you, but to his utter surprise, he realized that it wasn't you who he wanted to put it on.
Oh. That is interesting.
He gulped.
His large hand trembled slightly when he brought the collar up a bit. He held it in front of his throat, feeling his pulse accelerate at seeing his faint reflection in the glass display.
What if...
He ground his teeth in annoyance when the shop assistant interrupted his moment by walking up to him.
"I see you are also interested in our Playtime Collection, sir. All collars and restraints are of the highest quality, of course. They offer high comfort and long usage. Do you want to pick one for your wife to go with the lingerie? I would recommend a thinner one in that case, more delicate, and maybe in a matching red? We also have some collars with a diamond charm. That collection is very popular for White Day. Should I get it for you?"
Sukuna stood there in silence for several seconds, too stunned to say anything. A rare moment for the CEO of the SHRINE Company. But he was a professional, after all, and so he turned around to smile politely at the shop assistant, his usual mask perfectly in place, as he informed her,
"No, thank you. This one is perfect. Put it in a separate gift box, please."
He left the shop feeling light-headed, and the bag sitting on the passenger seat of his Porsche seemed to emit a seductive lure the whole drive home, making adrenaline pump through Sukuna's veins.
What if she puts that collar on me?
The thought excited him and made him feel ashamed at the same time.
Never had he imagined he would be into this. Wasn't it embarrassing that a man like him even contemplated something like this?
But underneath that shame was something else. Something he craved: Comfort.
He knew what a collar like that meant. I wasn't just a pretty little accessory. It meant giving yourself to someone. It meant a sub giving themselves into their dom's hands fully. And that was a thought that made him grip the steering wheel tighter.
Wouldn't it be lovely? Wouldn't it be exactly what he needed after a hard day like this? Coming home and letting you put a collar on him? Giving himself into your loving hands? Handing control over to you. He loved you with his whole heart and soul. He trusted you like he never thought he could trust someone apart from himself.
Wouldn't it be so comforting to let you collar him and dominate him completely? Wouldn't it be such a relief to let himself fall into you? To hand control over to someone else, at least for a few hours, in the safety of his home?
The thought made a low groan slip from Sukuna's mouth.
He hid the small gift box in the walk-in closet. It sat there next to his designer watches and golden cufflinks, waiting for him to finally propose the idea to you.
When he did, after an exquisite dinner a few days later, you had smiled at him, slipped on his lap, and petted his hair, eyes filled with love and understanding.
"You want me to collar you? You want to be my... submissive?"
"Yes, that's what I want, darling. Only if you are comfortable with the idea."
"Of course I am. It will help you with all the pressure at work. It will help you let go. You know I am always worried about you with all the high stress levels you have day in and day out. I'm glad you came to me with this idea, Sukuna."
He released a breath of relief and tightened his arms around you. Of course, you understood. You always knew exactly what he needed.
Sukuna laughed softly. How funny it was. Here he was, this tall, buff man with a body full of solid muscles and intimidating-looking tattoos, someone who was feared in the whole business world, while you were so soft and small compared to him. But he knew you would catch him. He knew you would be strong, so he could be weak. He knew he wanted to be on his knees for you.
You did research starting that night. You discussed everything with him, set boundaries, and outlined how you both expected this dynamic to work. You went shopping with him the next day, getting everything you needed. You started slowly and tried things, experimenting to see what you both liked and to find out what exactly Sukuna needed.
That was a year ago. Sukuna has been collared for eleven months now, and he has never felt more liberated in his life. The collar grounds him. The collar takes the pressure off.
Sometimes, when he has an extremely stressful day in the office, he takes five minutes off to close his eyes and imagine coming home and getting on his knees for you. Just the thought of you putting his collar on him tonight helps him get through his busy workday. Just the thought of being allowed to get into subspace tonight makes him get through another meeting.
When you are in public, your roles are reversed in everyone else's eyes. Sukuna is the powerful CEO. The big, muscular hunk of a man in his designer suit who is in control at all times. The one with the smug smirk and the snide remarks. The one who effortlessly navigates through this business party and holds an immaculate speech before mingling with the crowd, where he charms new potential business partners into making a deal with him. And you are the sweet little wife on his arm who looks up at him and depends on her rich and dominant husband to take care of her.
They don't know the truth.
They don't know that you told Sukuna before the party that if he is a good boy tonight and manages to get that potential new business partner on his side, you will let him worship your pussy when you are home again.
Sukuna never expected how easy it would be, how natural it would feel to hand over control to you and let himself slip into subspace. How splendid it would feel to give himself fully to you.
He sighs when you bind his wrists with his tie, fixing them behind his back. He feels warm when you tell him to kneel for you. He is excited by the way you look at him when he is on the floor on his knees for you, with his muscular thighs spread, completely naked while you are still dressed. He loves to feel your gaze on his body, on his muscles, on his tattoos. He loves to see the love in your eyes.
Sukuna groans when your gaze lands on his cock, taking your time to look at him. It's so arousingly intimate. You have seen him naked so many times, have seen and touched his cock so often. But it is different when he is bound and kneeling before you. It makes him so hard that he feels dizzy. Pre-cum is running thickly down his hard length as your gaze inspects his cock and his taut full balls.
He moans when you get up from the bed and stand beside him, putting a hand in his pink hair and tugging on it gently, pulling his head against your hip, petting his hair, and cooing at him,
"My pretty boy."
Sukuna can't help but let out a sigh of relief and nuzzle his face gratefully against your hip. He feels exhilarated when you grab his hair and tug on it, smiling while you look at him and tell him,
"Open your mouth for me, my love."
He does so eagerly, opening up and sticking his tongue out while gazing up at you through his long black lashes. He is well-trained and proud of it. Sukuna has always been a fast learner, driven by his ambitious nature. A man used to working for his well-deserved success. Always striving to be the best. Of course, he had excelled in this task, too. In becoming the perfect submissive pet for you.
He can see the approval and adoration in your eyes, and it makes his heart feel so full. Especially when you praise him for his obedience.
"Such a good boy."
Your fingers caress his hair, making him moan lightly when your nails scratch over his undercut, but his mouth stays open, his tongue still sticking out, eyes fixed on your face, waiting for your command or for whatever you have planned for him tonight. Finally, he doesn't have to make decisions anymore. Finally, he can rest and give himself into your loving hands.
You slowly part your lips, which are painted with the beautiful, deep red lipstick he loves so much on you. His lashes flutter in anticipation. Your hand grabs his chin, gently tilting his head further upwards, and then you spit in his waiting mouth, letting your spit drool into his mouth slowly, showing him that from now on, you are the one in control.
"Now swallow it."
He does so, and your hand caresses his cheek lovingly.
"You are so good for me, Sukuna. You truly deserve your collar, baby."
His cock twitches needily when you put it on him, and he feels the smooth leather wrap around his throat. Your fingertips caress his neck lovingly for a moment before you pull away to let your hands slip under your skirt. Sukuna watches with a lust-filled gaze as you pull down your panties, the lacey red ones he gifted to you. You let them fall to the floor as you sit down on the bed, spreading your legs, letting Sukuna see your glistening wet cunt underneath your short skirt.
"You were such a good boy tonight at the party. It's time for your reward."
Sukuna moans softly when you fasten the leash on the golden ring on his collar and give it a firm tug, pulling him closer until he is kneeling between your spread legs.
Your pussy is right in front of his face, hot and dripping wet. So beautiful, so enticing. He can feel your warmth, can smell your sweet scent. He wants to push his face between your legs so badly. But he waits obediently like the good boy he wants to be. He waits for your command.
"Spoil my pussy, pretty boy. Make me cum on that pretty face of yours."
And Sukuna is happy to obey. He eats you out devotedly. He worships your pussy. Licks it, kisses it, sniffs it, loves it with tender kisses and sweet suckles on your swollen clit, and fucks it with his tongue until you gasp his name and cum on his face.
You reach down afterward to tease his cock. Edging him, running a teasing fingertip over his swollen mushroom head and pressing it against his slit. Giving him a few slow pumps only to pull away again. Circling his tip lovingly, swooping up a pearl of pre-cum, and bringing your finger to your lips to taste him, moaning and praising him for how sweet he tastes.
You coo praise at him for being so strong, for being so good for you, for holding back so long. Sukuna's head is spinning. He is drowning in the warmth of your love, in the sweet comfort of your control over him. His cock throbs heavily, so close to busting his load. But your voice drifts to his ears,
"Uh uh, not yet, my love. Not yet. Take your time, baby. You've been working so hard those last few days. I need you to let go fully before you are allowed to cum. Free yourself from everything. Let go of work and your busy schedule. You aren't the CEO of SHRINE here in this room. You are my pet. You are my good boy. I own you, and I decide everything for you. You don't have to think anymore, Sukuna. I will tell you when to cum. Give yourself to me."
And he nods, breathing heavily as his cock throbs with pleasure and need. It would be easy for a strong man like Sukuna to slip out of his restraints and manhandle you, throw you on the bed, and fuck you into the mattress until he is satisfied. That knowledge somehow makes this whole scenario even more arousing. Because he knows he won't give in to these urges. He will be a good boy. He will be strong. He will hold back as long as you want him to. He isn't the one who decides things here. He is yours completely.
You smile at him, and your gaze travels over his body again until it stops on his hard cock.
"Look at that gorgeous cock of yours. So long, so thick, so strong. And all mine."
When you join him on the floor, Sukuna is already a mess, sweating and moaning, cock twitching needily, his balls sticky from all the pre-cum that ran down his length.
You get on your knees and put your small hands on his muscular thighs, caressing them tenderly as you slowly lean closer to blow air onto Sukuna's swollen wet cockhead, making him groan loudly.
"Aww, so cute for me, hm my prince? Can you be my good boy and cum on command? Can you cum just from me looking at your pretty cock?"
Your words make a low growl fall from Sukuna's lips as his balls tighten and his cock twitches. He gulps and looks at you, maroon eyes burning into yours as he nods,
"Yes, please let me show you how good I can be for you."
You smile and moan softly, your eyes clouded over by lust, and it makes Sukuna's stomach flutter and his heart throb. More pre-cum is trickling down his hot length and runs over his taut balls before it drips onto the carpet underneath him. And your eyes are on his cock and his balls, following that small rivulet of pre.
Your voice is a tender caress,
"Such a sweet boy for me."
Sukuna's muscles are taut, biceps flexed, wrists straining against the tie, pecs, and abs taut, his thighs clenched. Your words drive him crazy. And the feeling of your eyes on him, on his cock, makes his head spin.
There is something so demeaning about kneeling here on the floor, bound and horny, being told to cum on command, being told to cum untouched like some pathetic little virgin who never fucked his load into a woman.
But oh, how he loves it. How it gives him peace. How it turns him on. Sukuna can't help but roll his hips as if fucking into your tight cunt, rutting his cock against nothing, as a shaky moan falls from his lips.
Your hand cups his cheek and caresses it lovingly before it wanders down over his flexed pecs and biceps.
"You are so beautiful. Look at that pretty cock. Look how much you're leaking all over yourself."
His gaze travels down to his cock, and he groans loudly, seeing his angry dark pink, swollen cockhead, messy from all the precum. He feels and sees his cock twitch at the attention, so aroused that you are looking at him. And he feels his balls tightening, feels his thighs spread even more, and he knows he is close, so fucking close.
It's your voice that sends him over the edge,
"Now show me, baby. Show me how that pretty cock cums for me. Make a big mess all over yourself, Kuna. Cum for me. Now."
White hot lights fill his vision as he feels himself cum, cock twitching and shooting his hot cum all over himself in messy white ropes.
The sounds coming out of his mouth are sounds Sukuna would never let anyone else hear. Desperate whimpers and needy mewls, a shaky sob when his cock throbs and shoots another spurt of hot cum all over the carpet and his thighs.
You talk him through it, coo at him, praise him for being such a good boy, telling him how pretty he looks and how pretty his cock is when it shoots cum everywhere. How cute he is when he makes such a mess for you.
And Sukuna's head is spinning. He shoots his whole orgasm all over himself until his spent cock just twitches, but no cum comes out anymore.
He still moans when you make him clean it up, swooping up his cum from his abs and chest and feeding it to him from your fingers. And more moans fall from Sukuna's lips when you tug on his leash to make him lean down and lick his milky cum off the floor. He does so obediently, and when you tell him to open his mouth and stick his tongue out to show you that he really was a good boy and swallowed it all, he can't help but smile proudly.
He is happy, so happy when you praise him and when you take the tie of his wrists and hug him lovingly, praising him for being so good for you.
He feels pride surge through him, filling his every pore. Sukuna is a proud man through and through in all aspects of his life. Confident and self-assured, even arrogant most of the time. But nothing fills him with so much pride as this. Cumming untouched at your command.
This is his biggest accomplishment today. Not that he succeeded in snatching a lucrative business deal from the white-haired Gojo brat. Not that he poached one of the Zenin Group's most important partners. No, his biggest accomplishment today was that he was a good boy for you. The thing Sukuna is the most proud of is cumming exactly how you told him to.
He smiles proudly as he looks up at you. You smile back at him and run a hand through his hair, cocking your head and asking in a voice full of love,
"What do good boys say?"
And Sukuna's smile grows even bigger, and he says loud and clear in his smooth, velvety voice,
"Thank you."
His heart feels so full when you nod, and your eyes fill with pride. You pet him and lean down to kiss him on the lips. Lovingly and tender, showering him with affection.
Sukuna thinks no one in his small circle of people he considers his friends truly knows him. Not even Uraume, who has been his assistant for many years.
No one but you.
You know him. You know what he needs. You know what he needs on the days he comes home with a victorious glint in his eyes. You know what he needs when he comes home tired and stressed. And you also know what he needs when he comes home in a grumpy mood, complaining about work and all the incompetent fools he has to deal with all day.
"What's with that attitude, Sukuna? I think I have to put you in your place again."
Yes, you know exactly what he needs. He told you he wants you to be rougher with him whenever he is in one of those foul moods. That he wants you to rein him in on those days. Because you are the only person who can do that.
Your words instantly shut him up, and he feels himself already slipping into his submissive role as he smirks at you across the table and tells you in his low, velvety voice,
"I would be delighted if you showed me my place, my love."
Soon, his smirk is replaced by soft groans as Sukuna writhes on the bed.
Finally, he is free. He doesn't have to think but can only feel. He can let himself fall into this delicious mix of pain and pleasure, and you catch him with your love.
He is used to being in control. He is used to being a powerful man in his everyday work life. He is used to being a King, so to speak. But not here, not in your bedroom during a scene. Here you reign. Here you are, his Queen, and he is the obedient prince. A beloved, pretty pet.
You trail the leather paddle slowly over his skin. Just a teasing touch, a light caress, tracing his firm muscles while you admire his tall, muscular body spread out for you. Sukuna is breathing heavily, arousal and excited anticipation filling his veins. His cock is rock hard, trapped under his heavy body, pressing against the silky sensation of the bedsheets. Every inch of his skin is highly sensitive right now.
He knows the sweet pain will come any moment now. It makes him heady with lust. You have reached the top of his back, slowly trailing the paddle over his neck and the stubble of his undercut before you pull it away.
A loud, needy groan falls from Sukuna's lips at the same time that the loud slapping sound of the leather paddle connecting firmly with his ass cheeks fills the room.
Finally, he is falling. Finally, he is slipping into the sweet, delirious comfort of subspace. Bound to the bed, spread out for you, this tall, muscular man so utterly at your mercy. It is everything Sukuna needs.
Another firm slap lands on his ass, and Sukuna moans into the pillow. It's a feral sound, low and primal. He promised you to not hold back during your scenes, and he found that it's freeing to let it all out and be loud in bed and let you hear his unrestrained lust.
And your praise makes it even better. A soft hand lands on his firm ass cheek where you just spanked him a moment ago. Such a tender, soothing touch in stark contrast to the hard slap and the sting of the paddle. You caress his ass tenderly while you whisper to him,
"You are my good boy, Kuna. Doing so well for me. Are you ready for the next round? I'll do five this time. Do you think you can take it, baby?"
He nods,
"Yes, please. I'm ready. Please give me more."
It was never as easy and natural for him to beg as here in your bed.
Sukuna takes the spanking like the good boy that he is. He moans and growls and begs for more. And you spank him to an orgasm that makes him almost black out. With his buff muscles tensing up, his toned arms pulling at the restraints as his strong body shakes and trembles, his cock twitching beneath him, soaking the bed sheets with his hot cum, while he sobs into the pillow, a mix of your name and breathless thank yous.
You give him time before you untie him and tell him to turn on his back, joining him on the bed to spoil his cock with slow, thorough strokes until he is hard again and moaning and twitching. You finally straddle his lap and sink down on his throbbing length, riding him until you scream his name and cum on him with your warm cream gushing over him, pushing Sukuna over the edge, too, letting him fill your sweet cunt with his cum as a reward for being so good for you.
It's the end of a particularly stressful week, and Sukuna finds himself unable to relax. The book he wanted to read lies forgotten on the leather couch. He couldn't focus on the words. The hot bath he took didn't help him relax his tense muscles.
But then he hears the sound of the elevator followed by your footsteps as you walk into the penthouse, and he feels his skin tingle.
He is by your side only seconds later, wrapping his arms around you from behind, greeting you with a loving kiss on the neck and a murmured,
"I missed you, darling."
He has been looking forward to this Saturday evening. Has been craving it, knowing what he will get tonight because he worked so hard this week.
"Is my sweet prince ready to get all the stress fucked out of him?"
It's the ultimate level of submission in Sukuna's eyes. And the ultimate comfort.
Yes, Sukuna can be sweet. Yes, he can be submissive. Yes, he can be a good boy. And he proves it to you right there on the bed in a position that is so vulnerable but so freeing.
His face is resting on the dark red silk pillow, his thick muscular thighs are spread, exposing himself to you fully.
His cock is swollen, throbbing hard, pre-cum oozing needily out of his slit and running down his veiny length and into the silk sheets. His balls almost ache from how taut they are. Anytime you are about to peg him, he is so hard that he thinks he will faint.
But the feeling of the leather collar around his neck grounds him and gives him reassurance.
Sukuna groans softly when your hands trail slowly over his muscular back, caressing him, massaging his tense muscles, your voice so sweet and soothing while your lips trail kisses down his back,
"You are doing so well for me, baby. So beautiful."
Your praise makes his cock twitch, and a low groan spills from his lips. You finger him open, taking your sweet time with him, lubing his tight hole up thoroughly, gradually adding more fingers, and leaving gentle kisses on his back. Cooing at him when your fingertips rub against his prostate and needy moans fall from Sukuna's lips.
You pull away, but only to straddle the back of his thighs, leaning down over him to tease him with the slicked-up tip of the strap you are wearing. Rubbing lightly against Sukuna's lubed-up hole, driving him crazy, making him moan and whimper, sounds that he usually would never make. Your warm breath caresses his neck, and your lips brush tenderly over his skin,
"Are you ready for me, baby? Can my prince take my cock?"
His hole clenches at your words, his hips buck.
"Yes, please fuck me."
Sukuna almost can't take it anymore, head spinning from lust, sobs escaping his lips as he forces himself to hold back and not take but only receive as you keep teasing his lubed-up entrance with the tip of your strap, slowly stretching him open around the thick tip.
He gasps loudly when you push the dildo into him fully, his ass twitching around it, even as Sukuna's gasp turns into a hoarse groan.
"So cute. Such a good boy for me."
You sound breathless too, and a moment later, you roll your hips into him, beginning with a slow but deep pace, fucking Sukuna with deep strokes that make both of you moan.
Soon, the pace becomes faster and harder, the tip of the dildo hitting Sukuna's sensitive prostate unrelentingly, making him see stars.
A wild, loud moan falls from his lips, uncontrolled, desperate, full of lust and pain and raw need.
He needs this today. This was a stressful week. He needs to get fucked rough. Needs to get dicked down hard. Needs to get wrecked.
And you give him everything he needs. You fuck him with punishing hard thrusts, torturing his prostate with your thick strap, making Sukuna's body tremble beneath you, making him sob and whine into the pillow, the pillowcase wet from his spit and even some tears.
Instinctively, he begins to rut against the mattress, grinding his leaking cock needily against it. But a firm slap lands on his right ass cheek.
"Stop that. Good boys don't need their cocks rubbed. And you are a good boy, Sukuna, aren't you? You are my very, very good boy, right baby? A good boy like you cums just from my strap, right?"
He nods wildly, sobbing as he answers you, his voice almost unrecognizable, higher than usual, full of tears and raw need,
"Y.. yes! Yes, I am your good boy! Please, please...let me cum on your cock! I won't disobey!"
You moan softly at his plea. Your warm hands run up his muscular back, caressing him, every touch making his cock throb. And you go slow, so slow, pulling the dildo out of him almost completely, making Sukuna whine loudly. But he instantly shuts up when you tug on his leash. He grits his teeth and forces himself to stay still, giving himself to you, waiting for you patiently.
Anything to be a good boy for you. Not demanding anything, not taking anything. That isn't his place, and he knows it. He is here to receive. To give himself to you completely. He forces himself to calm his breathing, relaxing his flexed muscles, and you reward him with a whispered,
"Aww, yes, just like that, baby. So good for me. I trained you so well, hm? Now take it, baby."
And you roll your hips into him, pushing the thick dildo back all the way into Sukuna's tight ass, making him moan, loud and broken, as his strong body shudders under you.
You laugh softly and grind your hips against him, rotating them slowly, rubbing the dildo against his prostate, sending shock wave after shock wave of bliss through him. And Sukuna cries out, unable to hold back. But no words are leaving his lips. At this point, he is unable to form them, only loud, unintelligible, needy cries and whiny moans.
He knows he won't last long now, can already feel the familiar tightening in his heavy balls, can feel the pressure inside him build almost unbearably. His muscles flex again, and you moan his name, full of love, followed by the command he needed to hear so badly,
"Aww, yes, Kuna. You're so good for me. You can cum on my cock now, baby."
And he does. Crying out loudly, a wet, unrestrained, desperate sound full of tears of bliss. His ass clenches hard around your strap, his strong body shuddering from wave after wave of a world-shattering prostate orgasm ripping through him. His cock pulses copious amounts of hot sticky seed onto the already stained sheets. Testament to the bliss he found here.
You lean down to kiss his neck gently, trailing tender kisses all over his broad back, fucking him slowly through his orgasm, moaning when you cum on the strap, too, just a few seconds later.
Sukuna closes his eyes and feels some hot tears slip out of the corners of his eyes as you snuggle against him, resting on his broad back, the dildo still buried deeply inside him, and you caress him, cuddle him, and whisper sweet praise to him, telling him how much you love him. And he knows he is in heaven here with you. No matter how stressful his life as a CEO is, he can endure it because he can come home to you and let you take care of him.
To everyone else, Sukuna is the feared alpha male. But to you, he is your good boy, and that's a fact that can get him through any workday.
He will continue to expand his business empire. He will acquire new business partners. He will go to countless meetings and negotiate contract after contract. Sukuna will work hard to make his company the best in the whole country.
But only if he knows he can be on his knees for you every night with the leather collar around his neck and your fingers petting his hair while you call him your good boy. Only when every Saturday he is allowed to cum on your strap.
His success is just as much your success. Because without you, Sukuna couldn't be the man he needs to be.
This was the first time I wrote submissive Sukuna, and it was so much fun!! IT WAS SO EXHILARATING TO WRITE THIS FIC!! Thank you so much to the sweet anon who sent me the ask about my thoughts on sub!Sukuna. He is SUCH a good boy ;) I want to hear him whimper and sob so bad!!
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
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| Diasomnia Harpy Hare animatic đđŚâď¸ đ | Book 7 spoilers |
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This was one big project, but I love how it came out! Iâm fairly new to coloring and rendering, so this was quite the task for me. Iâve discovered that Diasomnia isnât as hard to draw as I thought (except you Silver, you were very difficult to draw). Shoutout to @soleilthedeity (currently banned) for helping me come up with ideas! I hope you guys enjoy the animatic :)
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Malleus is an interesting character, because letâs be honest, he has the emotional maturity of a teaspoon, and I say that affectionately. Heâs got a superiority complex, but can you blame him? Heâs the crown prince of Briar Valley, naturally heâd at least subconsciously believe that heâs better than others! He pushes people away, not on purpose of course, which leaves him feeling very lonely. People are scared of him, but I feel like Malleus doesnât completely understand why, what heâs doing wrong. Lilia was never scared of him though, and when he met Yuu, who wasnât scared of him, he found them amusing, and that amusement slowly grew into affection. He grew attached to them. When he got the news that both Lilia and Yuu were leaving him soon, he felt like that new happiness Yuu gave him and the comfort of Lilia was all going to be ripped away. He doesnât want to face the idea of things ending, of being alone. But nothing lasts forever.
Worse even is that as prince of Briar Valley, heâs incredibly powerful. His powers are supposed to keep his subjects happy, and heâs used to being able to do pretty much anything with his powers. But he canât save Lilia, he canât make him younger, make him healthy, make him stay. In a sense, his overblot kills three birds with one stone! Lilia doesnât die, Yuu doesnât leave, and he wonât ever be alone. Plus, theyâll all be âhappyâ! Except Malleusâ understanding of happiness is shallow, he doesnât quite grasp it properly. Of course, like all the others, what they did was wrong, but like all the others, I empathize with them and understand why they did what they did. I can relate to Malleus, his desperation, his fear, because at the end of the day heâs still just a child who is going to outgrow everyone he loves.
(Since I play English and read the spoilers, my information/analysis might be wrong! If thatâs the case, definitely let me know in the comments. This is all also just my interpretation, so if you disagree with my takes Iâd love to hear your interpretation and thoughts!)
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His Shadow: The beginning
This Is Chapter 1 (masterlist)
Azriel, secretly juggling his responsibilities and personal life, maintains a hidden relationship with YN, who works at a pleasure house in the Hewn City. She was his light, his love, his passion. Yet being his darkest secret is a hard role because life in the Hewn as a young female isn't the easiest as the two of you hold an even dark secret yet to be told...
Pairing: Azriel x reader
This series contains mature themes: Explicit depictions of violence, including physical and emotional. Themes of secrecy. Descriptions of difficult relationships, including strained familial and romantic dynamics. Mature sexual content. Themes of power, control, and manipulation within complex interpersonal relationships. Discussions of parenthood and the challenges associated with it, including postpartum experiences.
The Inner Circle noticed the change in Azriel almost immediately.
It started subtly. A missed meeting here, a late arrival there. At first, they chalked it up to his duties as the spymaster, knowing full well how deeply he was entangled in the shadows of Velaris and beyond. But as the days turned into weeks, Azrielâs absences grew more frequent, his presence more elusive.
Cassian was the first to voice his concern. âAnyone else noticed how Azrielâs been⌠disappearing?â he asked, frowning over the rim of his glass. They were gathered in the River House, the warmth of the hearth doing little to dispel the chill that had settled in the room.
Rhysand exchanged a glance with Feyre, his brow furrowed. âIâve noticed,â he admitted. âBut every time I reach out through the daemati, heâs always quick to assure me everything is fine. Heâs been more secretive than usual, though.â
Mor, who had been unusually quiet, leaned forward, her eyes shadowed with worry. âI tried to ask him directly last week. He brushed me off, said it was nothing, just more work than usual. But⌠he looked exhausted, Rhys.â
It was true. When they did see Azriel, it was only for brief moments. Heâd sweep in, dark circles under his eyes, his normally impeccable leathers rumpled as if heâd been up all night. He would give them a tight smile, exchange a few clipped words or go to his nephews, and then vanish again into the night. Even his shadows seemed quieter, more subdued, clinging to him like they too were weighed down by something unseen.
Feyre couldnât shake the image of Azriel from her mindâthe way heâd barely touched his food the last time theyâd all sat down to dinner together, the way heâd flinched when Mor tried to touch his arm. There was something wrong, something deeply troubling, and it gnawed at her.
âI donât like this,â Feyre said softly, her hand resting on the swell of her abdomen. âAzriel never lies to us, but it feels like heâs hiding something. Something big.â
Cassianâs hand clenched into a fist. âIâm going to drag him here if I have to. We need answers.â
But when Cassian did confront Azriel, it was like trying to catch smoke. The spymaster simply shrugged him off, his face impassive, his hazel eyes cold. âIâm fine, Cass. Just busy.â
âYou look like death warmed over, Az. Whatâs going on?â Cassian pressed, frustration bleeding into his voice.
Azrielâs jaw tightened, shadows curling protectively around him. âItâs nothing you need to worry about.â
And that was the end of it. No matter how much Cassian prodded, how much Mor pleaded, how much Rhys tried to subtly pry into his mind, Azriel remained a stone wall. Implacable. Unyielding. Denying every question with the same cold, tired detachment.
It wasnât until one particularly stormy night that Feyre finally cornered him. Azriel had returned to the River House, drenched from the rain, his normally sharp wings drooping with fatigue. He looked like he hadnât slept in days, his face gaunt, his eyes haunted.
Feyre intercepted him at the door, blocking his path with her small frame. âAzriel,â she said, her voice firm but gentle. âWe need to talk.â
He looked at her, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in his eyesâsomething like guilt, or maybe fear. But then it was gone, replaced by that cold, impenetrable mask. âThereâs nothing to talk about, Feyre.â
She didnât move. âPlease, Az. Weâre all worried about you. Youâre hiding something, and itâs tearing you apart. Let us help.â
For a long, tense moment, he simply stared at her, the rain dripping from his hair onto the polished floor. Feyre held her breath, praying he would open up, let her in, let someone in. But then his shoulders slumped, and he shook his head.
âIâm sorry, Feyre. But I canât. Not yet.â
And with that, he slipped past her, leaving her standing in the doorway, her heart heavy with a growing dread.
Whatever Azriel was hiding, it was tearing him apart. And if he didnât let them in soon, Feyre feared it would destroy him.
The Inner Circle was united in their concern, but despite their best efforts, Azriel remained a ghost in their lives, always on the periphery, always slipping through their fingers.
It was Rhys who finally voiced what they were all thinking, his voice a low, worried murmur as they gathered in the dim light of the sitting room. âWhatever it is⌠itâs only a matter of time before it comes crashing down on him. And when it does, he'll open.â
They nodded in agreement, but a shared, unspoken fear hung heavy in the air: would Azriel let them catch him when he finally fell?
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Dinner at the River House was usually a time of comfort and camaraderie, a rare moment when the Inner Circle could gather without the weight of the world pressing down on their shoulders. But tonight, the atmosphere was tense, the usual warmth replaced by a cold, uneasy silence. The kids played outside as the adults sat.
Azriel sat at the far end of the table, his plate barely touched. He pushed the food around absently, his mind clearly elsewhere. His face was shadowed, his eyes distant, and the weariness that had been growing in him for weeks was more pronounced than ever.
Feyre noticed the way his gaze flicked to the windows, as if he was counting the minutes until he could leave. Cassian and Mor exchanged worried glances, and Rhysandâs brows drew together in a frown.
They all felt itâthe growing distance, the secrets he was keeping. But tonight wasnât the night to push him further. Not when he looked so close to breaking.
âAzriel,â Feyre said gently as the meal drew to a close, âYou barely ate. Are you sure youâre all right?â
Azriel looked up, his expression neutral but his eyes giving away his exhaustion. âIâm fine, Feyre. Just tired.â
Cassian opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Azriel stood, the movement abrupt. âI need to go,â he muttered, already turning toward the door. âThereâs something I need to take care of.â
âAzââ Rhysand started, but Azriel was already halfway out of the room.
âGoodnight,â Azriel tossed over his shoulder, his voice a distant echo as he disappeared into the night, leaving the Inner Circle staring after him in stunned silence.
Outside, the cool night air hit him like a wave, clearing some of the fog from his mind. Without pausing, Azriel unfurled his wings and launched himself into the sky, the wind whipping through his hair as he flew faster, higher, needing to escape the concerned looks, the unspoken questions, the suffocating worry.
He flew over the glittering city of Velaris, its lights twinkling like stars reflected in the Sidra River. But he didnât linger. He angled his wings and veered away, heading towards the mountains, towards the darkness that loomed just beyond the cityâs borders.
The Hewn City was a stark contrast to Velaris, a place where shadows reigned and light was a rare commodity. Even from the sky, Azriel could feel the oppressive weight of the city, the malice that seeped from its very stones. But he didnât hesitate. He descended into one of the darker parts of the city, where the narrow alleys were shrouded in perpetual twilight, where even the bravest of souls dared not tread.
Azriel landed silently in one such alley, the shadows welcoming him as an old friend. He folded his wings and moved quickly, his footsteps barely a whisper on the cobblestones. The buildings here were ancient, their facades cracked and worn, their windows dark and uninviting. But Azriel knew exactly where he was going.
At the end of the alley was a narrow staircase, worn smooth by centuries of use. He climbed it swiftly, his heartbeat quickening with each step. When he reached the top floor, he paused, gathering himself. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed open the door.
The apartment was small, barely more than a single room with a bed pushed against one wall and a fireplace that cast a warm, flickering glow across the space. But to Azriel, it was a sanctuary. A place where the worldâs troubles fell away, where he could be someone other than the Spymaster of Night Court.
And there, in the center of the room, was the reason he kept coming back.
YN, his love, his secret, his everything, was standing by the window, bathed in the soft light of the fire. She was smaller than him by far, her frame delicate, her own scars glowing, her features soft and kind in a way that was the exact opposite of the harshness of the world he knew. Her eyes, so full of warmth and love, lit up when she saw him, a smile spreading across her lips.
But there was a reason Azriel had never mentioned her to the Inner Circle, why he kept this part of his life hidden even from those he trusted most. YN worked under one of the pleasure homes in the Hewn City, forced into servitude under the command of the Hewn Cityâs lords. It was a dark and cruel existence, one that Azriel despised with every fibre of his being.
The idea of the Inner Circle knowing the truthâthat the woman he loved was bound to such a placeâwas unbearable. He had seen too much darkness in his life, and the thought of exposing YN to the judgment, pity, or even the well-intentioned attempts to ârescueâ her from that life, filled him with dread.
But here, in the quiet of this small apartment, she wasnât the servant of cruel masters. She was just YN, the woman who had captured his heart despite everything, who had chosen him despite the four hundred and fifty years that separated them.
And in her arms was their newborn son, Knox, a tiny, perfect symbol of the life they had created together despite the odds.
The infant was only two weeks old, a small bundle of life that had already become Azrielâs anchor. Knox was asleep, his small, peaceful face a reminder of all that was good and pure in the world. Azrielâs breath caught in his throat at the sight of them.
This was why he disappeared every night. This was the secret he guarded so fiercely, the reason for his exhaustion, his distraction. This was the life he had built in the shadows, away from the eyes of the world.
YN walked over to him, her steps light and sure. âYou look tired,â she said softly, reaching up to touch his face, her fingers brushing against the dark circles under his eyes.
âI am,â Azriel admitted, his voice rough with emotion. He let her touch ground him, pulling him out of the dark places in his mind and back into the light of her presence. âBut seeing you⌠seeing him⌠it makes it all worth it.â
YNâs smile was soft, her eyes filled with a love so deep it made his heart ache. âYouâre pushing yourself too hard,â she whispered. âI told you that if coming here after work is too much stay in Velaris for the night.â
Azriel closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, savouring the warmth that radiated from her. He knew she was right, but the weight of his responsibilities, the need to protect them, to keep them safe from the dangers he faced daily, made it hard to let go. âI just want to keep you both safe. And need you,â he murmured, his voice breaking.
YN reached up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her touch gentle but firm. âYou already do,â she whispered against his mouth. âJust being here, being with us⌠thatâs all we need, just as much as you need us.â
Azriel wrapped his arms around her, careful not to disturb Knox, who slept on, blissfully unaware of the worldâs troubles. He held them both close, feeling the tension that had been coiled inside him begin to unravel. In this small, hidden room, in the arms of the woman he loved and with his son safe in her embrace, Azriel finally allowed himself to breathe.
For now, the shadows could wait. Here, in the warmth of their love, he was home. And this home is just the beginning of their secrets...
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Man Eater (1) đŠâĄđŞ
⥠Series Masterlist âĄ
⥠Pairing: Logan Howlett/Fem!Vigilante!Reader
⥠Word Count: 4.4k
⥠Rating: Mature (but any additional parts may be explicit)
⥠Warning/Tags: suggestions of child/adult abuse (no detail), mentions of violence (little detail), mutant/vigilante reader, suggestive language, Logan being a lil flirty menace (i love it)
⥠Summary: Leaving your past behind is never easy; teasing Logan makes it tolerable
⥠Note: reader has the same power as Diego from Umbrella Academy which I just summarized as projectile manipulation. also! this is a plotline i've fiddled with for years across different marvel characters and i finally found a way to make it work! i'd expect more parts because it'd looovvvve to tease Logan
Logan stood out of apartment 404 of a modern apartment building. Given the fact that Charles told him to come here to retrieve what he had described as a vigilante who could use some guidance. Yet, he was surprised to see such a dangerous person living in such a swanky place. It was none of his business, he thought.
He pounded on the door. No one answered. He groaned, pounding the door again, âHey! Anyone home?â He heard the slightest of footsteps before hearing a voice.
âIâd be careful about pounding on a stranger's door,â you called back in a short tone. A woman, Logan thought.
âOh, whyâs that?â Logan scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.
You cocked your shotgun loudly enough for Logan to hear. You aimed it toward the door, âYou never know where you might find trouble.â
Logan lowly chuckled to himself. He went to open the door; to his surprise, it was unlocked. He slowly pushed it open. There stood you, a double-barrel shotgun aimed toward Loganâs head. âTrouble, yeah?â
He glanced at you, not intimidated by the shotgun as he didnât even attempt to move from the line of fire. You didnât back down, still aiming the gun at his head, âNot scared of a little lead between your eyes?â
Logan closed the door, assuming you didnât want your fancy neighbors seeing you about to gun down a man. Couldnât bear to splatter his brains onto the community hallway. âLead? Nah, Iâve dealt with a lot worse.â he smirked, casually leaning against the door.
Your eyes narrowed in his direction; no one came to your door. Ever. You took a deep breath, tilting your head in curiosity with the man in front of you. It was never your intention to know him, but you did. You slightly lowered the gun, âYou're like me.â
He raised an eyebrow, âDepends. Whatâcha mean by that?â
âI mean what I mean.â
He sighed, his breath dripping with annoyance, âKid, I donât do riddles. Spit it out before you piss me off.â
âYou, Logan, are a mutant,â you spat while completely lowering your gun further. You knew you didnât have the firepower to take him down. âThe Wolverine.â Your voice was song-like as you teased him with an eye roll.
He was surprised by your blunt answer; he was even more surprised by the fact that you knew whatâwho he was without any additional prompts. He chuckled in mild disbelief, âWhat? You a telepath or something?â
You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest, âNoâŚbut Stryker used to talk about you allll the time,â you teased, striking a deep nerve in Logan.
His fists clenched as he stood up straighter. He appeared defensive as if this was all an elaborate set up by Stryker somehow. If it wasnât Charles that had sent him, he would have let his mind go there. Yet, it didnât feel like Charles sending him to this apartment was a coincidence either. Still, looking at you, you looked too young to be around when Stryker was at his peak.
âYou know Stryker? How old are you?â By his demanding tone, you knew Logan wasnât messing around anymore.
You leaned against the arm of the couch, âThe only thing Stryker loved more than having mutants do his bidding was perfecting his soldiers,â you bit the inside of your cheek to maintain your composure, âbut you? Ohh, you were his favorite. You broke the mold and all he wanted to do was put that perfect mold back together.â You spoke with a disdain that Logan couldnât figure if it was directed towards Stryker or him. His gut was telling him both.
âI was only sixteen when Styker found me. He called me his best gun.â
That piqued his interest, âWhyâs that?â
As Logan finished his sentence, you threw a spear point knife in Loganâs direction. Before he had a chance to react, the knife banked left into a wooden board hanging on the wall. Logan approached the small board, seeing the multiple knife marks wedged into it. It was out of place compared to the pricier art work that adorned the walls. He huffed turning back to you.
âYou control metal, too?â he snarked, hoping Charles didnât send him to find the second coming of Erik.
âProjectile manipulationâknives, bullets, really anything thatâs airborne,â you explained. âBut that isnât enough for StrykerâŚI canât explain how he did it, but he was hellbent on making me practically immortalâŚkinda like you. It took him a couple of years. The trials wereâŚâ your voice drifted off as the pang of dread filled your chest.Â
Logan felt for you, imagining you at sixteen under the oppressive thumb of Stryker. Your eyes wavered from his for the first time. Although Logan was probably one of the few people left in the world that he had any clue what you had been throughâthe things you were probably made to doâyou didn't appear to want his sympathy.
âBut youâre out,â Logan stated, trying to offer some semblance of perspective, âObviously doing your own thingâthings Stryker never would have approved of.â
âThatâs because I killed him when I escaped.â
Your words heavily weighed on him. He had been looking for Stryker on his own for a while. He raced down every lead on his own time���pulled every thread, turned over every stone. He just assumed that Stryker was alive somewhere underground.
Though shocked, he was impressed, âSo you werenât just a lab rat, you had some fire in you, huh?â
Slowly approaching Logan, your stare was intense. âUnlike you, I had the balls to do something about Stryker instead of just leaving,â you spat.
Loganâs jaw clenched. His patience became thin as he took a step toward you as well, making you well aware of your size difference. âYou donât know me, sweetheart. I donât have to explain myself to you, so donât you go around acting all holier than thou.â Truthfully, it did cross Loganâs mind. He hadnât seen Stryker in decades. But if he had ended him when he had left, how many lives would be unchanged? Looking at you now hearing the hurt in your voice, he was face-to-face with his unconfirmed yet biggest regret. âYouâve got no goddamn idea what Iâve been through!âHis tone was gruff and curt.
Like a slap, you chuckled at his remarks. âRight, sixteen year old female lab rat? Gotta be a walk in the park,â you muttered under your breath. Loganâs imagination didnât have to stretch far to figure what you had gone through, not just in the field but in the lab, too. You roughly brushed past him and pulled your knife out of the wall, securing it in the sleeve, âBut you didnât pound on my door to talk about Stryker, did you?â
Logan dug his hands into his pockets as you walked back into his view, âI came to talk about what you didâwhat you do. Your little âheroicsâ as a vigilante.â
You hummed, âAnd?â
âTheyâve been noticed.â He took out a flask before taking a swig of it. He glanced back to you. âIâm here to assess whether youâre a threat or not.â
âAnd the verdict?â
His eyes narrowed, analyzing you from head to toe. You assumed he was analyzing how many weapons you had on you. He pulled out his phone, showing you an array of photos.
They were photos of you from various nights with different dates with a variety of men. The police called them victims. You had moreâŚcolorful language to describe these men. In some photos, your hair was brown and short, black and long and so on.Â
âThey arenât dead, you know,â you feigned innocence with an insincere pout and wide eyes.
The level of violence would suggest otherwise. âNo, just close.â
You hummed before taking Loganâs flask, taking a drink from it. He didnât stop you. âThen Iâm sure you know what they did to deserve this, Wolvie.â He knew the general idea, but he looked at you for an answer. You swiped through the photos. Some of them were surveillance, others were crime scene photos. âPhil Stanford: beat his wife so badly that she lost her baby in the second trimester. Jones Hill: almost drowned his girlfriendâs child just to teach her a lesson. And these guys? They passed around their intern to each other like she was a piece of meat.â
You showed Logan each crime scene photo. You remembered every single one like you got the assignment yesterday, remembered the satisfaction of leaving the hotel rooms that they paid for. Awaiting his reprimand, you took another swig before giving it back.
âLook, sweetheart, I get it,â Logan admitted. You raised your brows in surprise, but now, the reason for this visit felt clear. âThe Man Eater; itâs fitting.â
âI didnât give myself that name.â
âIt sticked though.â
âWhy are you really here? Did Charles send you?â Your question, again, surprised Logan. Was there anything you didnât already know, Logan thought as he took another drink.
âYou know Charles, too, huh? How long?â
You shrugged, âLike 20 something years. Heâs always trying to sell me on the whole family and team shit. I never bought it; Iâm better on my own. Still, Charles was always good to me when our paths crossed.â
Logan noticed your body tense when you mentioned family. He understood though. âI thought the same thing a few years ago before Charles found me. I was wrong,â Logan admitted. You could tell that it took at least a little bit out of him to admit that; vulnerability was clearly not his forte. Logan just thought you were lying to yourself.
âCharles and I had an agreement where heâd never get in my mind again. But instead, he sends a Stryker experiment, like myself, not only for him to determine if Iâm a threat to what I can only assume is how the public views mutants but also to remind me that I shouldnât be going through life alone, right?â
There wasnât much for him to say; you had said it all. Instead, he offered you his flask. He only nodded at your statement as you took the flask. You couldnât say that you were surprised that Charles used this specific tactic. He definitely didnât have to get into your mind to play mind games.
You took a final swig from the container, taking the last drop of the liquor, âDid you also send you to bring me to the mansion?â
âCharles said that you may not come willingly; I told him that Iâd do what I can. Even if that was just to extend the invite.â
You chuckled to yourself, âYou never truly escape the grasp of Charles Xavier.â You pulled a coat off the hook near Logan. âBut I guess weâre due for a reunion. Iâll go with youâŚpeacefully even.â
Logan grunted slightly. He had no plans of forcing or fighting with you, even before he met you. Though, he was curious how youâd fare in a fight. The photos indicated you were brutal, having the ability to leave someone on the brink of death. Yet, Logan doubted that any of these men saw it coming. Getting a look at you today, he was sure the men were just excited to be in the company of a beautiful woman. Like a siren, he was sure he could be lured by you.
âGood,â he muttered, as he watched you open your apartment door, trotting out of it.
You followed Logan outside, immediately eyeing the bike he was approaching, âThat bike yours?â
He nodded, looking at the bike. He had left it in a nearby parking lot. It was a black and silver Harley Davidson motorcycle and a damn expensive one. He turned to look at you, âYeah, you ever been on a motorcycle?â
âIâve had a few Harleys in my lifetime,â you mentioned, your hand slowly grazing over the bike and the leather of the seats. âWent to Milwaukee and got one off the line back in the 90s.â
He lifted an eyebrow, looking mildly surprised. He hadnât expected that. He slowly walked over the bike, getting ready to mount it. He looked back at you with a smirk, âSo, youâre a Harley girl?â
You mounted the back, testing out the suspension, âShow me any bike and Iâll show a Harley that does it better.â
He laughed as he watched you get comfortable on his bike, âYou think Harleyâs better than a Triumph? Hell, you think Harleyâs are better than a Ducati?â He mounted the bike and pulled out his key.
âNothingâs beating American-made, baby,â you shrugged with a smile. You could tell how amused Logan as he shook his head âThatâs why I got one in the garage and two in storage. A Street 750, LiveWire, and a Fat Boy.â
He slowly looked over his shoulder again to look at you, obviously impressed. You had good taste. âAnd you can handle all that, princess?â
âYouâd be surprised what I can handle, Wolvie,â you lowly spoke, maintaining eye contact until he went to turn the engine.Â
âThen you know the drill.â The engine added a layer of low rumble to his voice. âHold on, sweetheart.â
You did as you were told, wrapping your arms around his brown leather jacket to connect around his waist. With it being cold out, you almost audibly sighed when you felt the warmth radiating off of him. It was combined with the slight scent of mahogany, pine, and smoke.
Logan kicked the stand up before speeding off. You held on a little tighter as he sped up and weaved through traffic. Logan felt pleased with himself as he felt you gripping him tighter. He weaved through traffic, unconcerned with the angry car drivers he was surely pissing off. You couldnât sit there and say you hadnât done the same, but Logan had no reason to be in this much of a rush. You believed that he just liked being an asshole.
Once out of the city, the roads to the mansion began looking familiar. More into the countryside, traffic lessened and Loganâs speeds picked up. As you approached, you could begin to feel the raindrops begin to fall from the sky. You looked up to see the clouds threatening to release a storm. Luckily, Logan was quick to pull into the garage of the mansion before it began to downpour. Logan pulled up to the garage, parking the bike and killing the engine.Â
âYou ride like an asshole,â you spat as you dismounted off the bike.Â
Logan was amused with you snapping at him, âAnd if I waited in traffic, we wouldâve got caught in that rain and it would've drench that little white tee of yours.â He let down the kickstand. A smirk formed across Loganâs lips as he turned back to see you still standing by the bike. His eyes clearly raked your body, âActually, maybe I shouldâve waited.â
You scoffed as you watched him dismound. âIâm assuming Charles is still in the room at the end of the hall on the top floor to the left?â You opted to just change the subject.
âYou know this place well, donât you?â Logan asked as he walked you out of the garage to the inside of the mansion.Â
It was exactly how you remembered it, âWell enough. I met Charles back when he wanted to make this place a school. Make it a safe haven for children like us, heâd say.â You thought it was fun pipe-dream at the time, believing there couldnât be a safe space for mutants. He was obviously more optimistic than you ever were. âSome things have changed here, but itâs practically timeless.
Logan led you up the stairs, âSo, you keep coming back, but you never stay.âÂ
âLike I said, Iâm better alone.â
âSure you are,â he muttered under his breath. You could still pick up on the sass in his voice. You shot him a glare. âYouâre better alone, yet you jump at the chance to see the man who has been pestering you for years? You like him checking up on you? Showing you he cares?â
You didnât immediately respond as you two walked the hallways. The sound of the rain colliding with the roof filled the space instead. There werenât many contant people in your life. When you first met Charles, he could tell he genuinely cared. He wouldnât keep checking in if he didnât care. You just werenât sure if you had the capacity to care in that same way. It felt easier not to.
âItâs complicated,â you sighed as you approached Charlesâs room.
âNot that complicated,â Logan mumbled before knocking on the door and pushing it open.
Charles greeted you and Logan before the door was fully opened. You entered both annoyed and relieved to see your old friend. You hadnât seen him in about 3 years
Logan entered behind you. He stepped quietly to avoid drawing attention to himself for the moment. Charles slowly looked up from the book he was reading and smiled softly. He looked happy to see you again.
âItâs nice to see you again, my dear. Come in, have a seat,â you offered, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.
âI think Iâll stand,â you replied, still approaching him. âYou sent one of your lackeys to come get me?â you asked as you pointed toward Logan.
Logan gave a huff of annoyance at the word lackey; it felt borderline disrespectful. Charles gave a heavy sigh, looking unbothered by your question.
âI did, but I believe I said that weâd speak again soon the last time we were together,â Charles reminded you. âI told you living alone was no way to live. The world is a dangerous place. Surely you know that, my dear. I just think it would be safer if you were here, with us, where youâre protected.â
âI donât need protection,â you huffed.
âNot physically. You still need peopleâconnection.â You felt like the conversation was a broken record, yet you always listened. âYou have no one, my dear. No friends or loved onesââ
âNot true, weâve been friends for over 20 years, and Iâll even consider making Logan a friend to mentally protect myself,â you cut him off, trying to humor the conversation. Charles was not amused. Logan was though.
Charles sighed. He could see that you were frustrated and being stubborn, masking it with humor. He knew you had always been a lone wolf. He had hoped that maybe time would change that, but obviously not.
âIs this truly how you want to live out your days? Alone?â
You glanced over to Logan who was also staring at you, âI already explained this to Wolvie. And thanks for sending him. Iâm sure it was a meeting that Stryker would have loved seeing.â
Logan was listening to the interaction, though he was trying to keep his mouth shut. Charles could see that he was teeming with his own opinions, and decided to speak in his own defense.
âI thought Logan would be a good choice. He can deal with your stubbornness,â Charles admitted.
âYou knew that I wouldnât be able to kill him.â
Charles sighed again, knowing a part of that was true. You were more of a shoot first, ask questions later kind of girl. He wasnât going to outright agree with your statement. He knew it would cause more conflict, but Logan spoke up, unable to stop himself.
âYou didnât even try, princess. Going soft?â he teased from the peanut gallery of the conversation.
Looking over your shoulder, you glared at him, âFresh out of adamantium bullets; might need to invest now.â
Logan's chuckle at your response got lost in the rumble of the thunder. He was just enjoying this interaction between you and Charles. Getting a rise out of you was just a bonus.
You do protect others,â Charles interrupted. Knowing both you and Logan, he figured you two could bicker for hours if given the chance. âYou can do that here.â
âI donât think you want me running my work out of this place, right?â
âNo,â he simply stated, âbut our studentsâour future studentsâdonât always come from the best homesâŚyou may not need us, but we need you, dear.âÂ
You hated to admit it, but that stuck with you. Your home life wasnât good. Yet, it paled in comparison to your life with Stryker. You waited for help that never came. The number of unanswered prayers you had shot up always fell flat. Being the help for someone like you? It spoke to you.
You slightly paced, thinking while the storm outside roared, âIâm not a good team player, Charles. Iâve given it a try and itâs not my cup of tea. I appreciate the offer, but I think I oughta go home.â Near the end of your sentence, the loud rumble of the thunder made you jump.
Logan smirked slightly when he saw you jump. He took note of this, an idea forming in his mind. The storm was pretty intense outside, the rain pouring and thunder roaring. Logan spoke up, his tone slightly amused.
âYou gonna run through that, princess?â
You huffed as, again, Logan had a point. You looked at the window, the wind whipping the rain in all directions. You groaned to yourself and paced back toward Charles.
âHow about I stay the night and think about it?â you offered. For the first time in 20 years, you were on the fence instead of jetting home.
Charles had some gleam of hope. You were appearing to give this more consideration than you had in the past. âThatâs a good idea, my dear. You can spend the night, think about it, and Iâll talk to you again in the morning. How does that sound?â
âPeachy,â your tone was short.
Charles chose not to comment on your attitude; you were here and that was a lot farther than he's ever gotten. âVery goodâŚI expect weâll be able to speak again in the morning. Logan, do you mind showing our guest her room for the night?â
You rolled your eyes before turning to look at the gruff man standing against the wall near the door. Logan chuckled slightly as you turned to look at him. He appreciated how cute you looked when you were upset.Â
He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and walked over to you, that signature smirk on his face. âWell, come on, princess. Iâll show you to your room.â
You rolled your eyes as you allowed Logan to exit the room first. Logan led you down the hallway, passing rooms where students were staying. Some were roaming the hallways as well. There were a lot of them, all different ages and different powers, all justâŚhappy. Logan glanced back at you, noticing how jarring the amount kids must be to you.
âNot used to being around this many kids, huh?â Logan asked.
You shook your head, âYou just live with all these kids?
Logan chuckled, continuing to lead you down the hallway. He shrugged, âEh, it ainât too bad. It was a lot at first, but theyâre good kids. And Charles is right, they need someone like you. Someone whoâs skilled and gives a shit.â
You could see the sense of pride and protectiveness Logan had for the children just by the way he looked at them. For the first time in years, you felt your heart flutter. You didnât even know your heart could do that anymore. The little smiles and greetings he got secretly warmed your heart. âAnd the kids seem to like you.â
He chuckled again, âYou sound surprised.â
âWell, you just seem to have an asshole vibe rather than a nurturing one.â
Logan shrugged, âThere are enough people here that baby them. I ainât one of them. I imagine you being the same way, sweetheart.â
You passed a group of older female students, all of them saying hi to âMr. Loganâ before erupting into fits of giggles. Logan didnât pay it any mind. Glancing over your shoulder as they walked by, you could recognize the teasing of girls with crushes.
âOhhh, Iâm sure the girls love it,â you teased.
Logan lowly laughed at your little comment, âThey have their little crushes. Not only do they love it, they also think I'm a pretty damn good looking guy too, princess.â
You felt like gagging at his response, âTheyâll grow out of it,â you retorted as you approached the guest room.
Logan chuckled again. He was just enjoying your banter and entertained how you responded to him each time. He was amused by your scoffing and eye rolls. He opened the door to your room, watching you closely as you walked in.
âI doubt it, princess. Most women seem to love me damn well into adulthood.
âOh yeah? Youâre just too damn irresistible? They just canât help themselves?â The layer of sarcasm on your words was thick.
Your words were only fueling his ego and that damn smirk on his face. He leaned against the door frame, shamelessly eyeing you. âJust ask all the women Iâve been with. Not a one that didnât want more.â
As irritating as Logan was to you in this moment, it was something to doâsomeone to mess with. You approached him, your eyes gazing into his, until your hands were pressed against his chest. You felt his breath hitch against your palms. You leaned up to whisper into his ear, âYou keep telling yourself that, Wolvie.â
Logan let out a bit of a grumble at your words, his hands gripping the doorframe to control himself. âYou think Iâm lying?â
You allowed your finger to dance across his chest, noticing the prominent definition of it, âI just think you overestimate your ownâŚabilitiesâŚâ
âSweetheart, I think I can prove damn well that I don't have to overestimate anythingâŚ" His voice was low. His eyes wandered to your heaving chest, knowing he had an effect on you, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
Your eyes narrowed, âWhat are you? The mansionâs welcome wagon concubine?â
âItâs a newâŚpackage offered with the welcome wagon.â
You slyly smiled. With your hands on his chest, you pushed him with enough force to push him into the hallway, despite his grip on the frame. âGood night, Logan.âÂ
You closed the door in Loganâs face before he could make another snide remark. Finally letting out a breath you didnât know you were holding, you could hear the hearty yet low laugh from Logan on the other side of the door.Â
You hated how fluttered Logan made, how he made your heart race. He was shameless with his flirtations. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of giving in, no matter how tempting it was. He needed to be knocked down a peg. Still, it was hard to ignore the heat between your legs.
Logan was still outside in the hallway, standing right outside your door and still chuckling to himself. He could feel the heat that formed when he was pressed so close to you; he hadnât felt like that in a long time. He smirked and shook his head. He was going to have some damn fun with youâŚ
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bestfriend!roommate!simon helps you get dressed for a night out because i love when men kneel
cw: nsfw content (18+), suggestive language and content, mature language and content, kisses through the mask, size kink, praise kink, a little oral (fem!receiving), a little suggestive touching (fem!receiving), simon likes thicc thighs, simon "my girl doesnt lift a finger because i worship her" riley
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you haven't gone out in a long time. you were stuck working overnight shifts at the diner for extra money, busy every time you got a friendly text or a sweet call asking if you'd like to join your friends.
you hadn't told simon yet. you hadn't told him you were leaving tonight, but more worriedly, you hadn't told him you were struggling paying the bills. you scraped by the edges of your teeth last month to give him your half, and you remember looking at the cash in your wallet afterwards and wanting to vomit.
it was embarrassing. the landlord just kept urging you both for more, and while simon was always able to negotiate the raise every few months (one look at simon, and he always lowered his number), you were finding it difficult to keep up.
simon was successful. he was a decorated lieutenant, and he had many powerful friends. he never indulged in showing off his wealth; he wasn't raised with money, neither were you, and it was more than he knew what to do with. you remembered walking past him one night as he paid off a credit card on his laptop. you gagged when you saw the number in his account, the commas in the number.
why the fuck was in this piece of shit place with you when he could buy a house on a pebbled beach somewhere?
the dress was not cooperating. it had many straps that came in at the back, and they were twisted and crooked, looped around the corset back and making you a little frustrated. you sighed deeply before making your way across the hall, knocking gently on the bedroom across from you.
"simon?" there was no answer. "simon, i...could you help me for a second?"
the door opened a few moments later. a surgical mask was fit over his nose and mouth, a beanie over his head to cover the rest of him. you turned around in front of him, looking over your shoulder.
"i need help. it's all a mess, i can feel it."
his dark eyes flickered down to the back of your dress. the skin of your back was bare. you weren't wearing a bra underneath. you help up the front of the dress with both of your hands, cupping your breasts to keep it situated as simon finally reached over and began to unravel the laces of the corset.
"you goin' out?"
you nodded, rocking to the side a bit as he tugged the edges of the laces loose and began to tighten up the back of the corset. you held onto your stomach as the fabric of it began to shape the curve of your waist.
"yeah, just with some of the girls. they've been dying to go out, but i've just been working so much..."
"hmmm," he grunted in agreement. "'v hardly seen your face around here."
you sighed as he straightened out the straps, tying off the end of the corset with a tight bow at the bottom. you turned around to face him, and simon had to bite back the curse threatening to leave at the sight of you. the skin along your chest looked so soft, plump to the touch. he wanted to lean down and lick over the curve of your breasts right there, feel it bounce back with a hard kiss, watch your nipples harden if he blew on the sensitive contours of your neck.
"sorry...work has been...really busy."
"dunno 'bout that, luv. i know you're pickin' up shifts. i can hear you on the phone, asking to come in."
there was something more in that comment, something more he wanted to say lingering in the air. you frowned a little, meeting his eyes.
"im just trying to make extra money, simon, thats all."
he leaned in a little closer.
"if you need help--"
"no," you said immediately, shaking your head. "i know what you're going to say. i don't need your...i'm fine."
simon lowered his head slightly. for a moment, just one fleeting moment, you suddenly understand perhaps why men cowered on the battlefield. there was something dull and lifeless swirling there in his eyes. he was so much larger than you, big enough that he could probably wrap his whole hand around your neck and squeeze, and the life would leave you easy--and somehow you knew, those eyes wouldn't change, even knowing they would have taken the light from your own.
you knew, suddenly, that you were face to face with somebody else. a beast with a quiet name, a killer that rarely made a sound, the last whisper that one might ever hear.
you had angered simon, and his protector had come.
"you're lyin'."
"simon--"
"you're lyin' to me, sweetheart. where are your fuckin' manners?"
"i'm not one of your fucking soliders, simon. you can't give me orders," you snapped. you moved past him, hitting his shoulder with your own and going back into your room. you picked up your heels, taking a seat on your bed as you furiously slipped them on. your shadow followed, coming into your room and standing before you.
"how many times? how many times have i asked if everything is straight?"
you ignored him, continuing to slip your shoes on. of course, the ones you had picked out for tonight had straps that needed to be tied up your ankle.
"so i'm going to ask you again, luv, and you're gonna answer me well. do you need my bloody help?"
you let go of the ribbons of your shoes, letting them fall. you put your hands into your lap, your eyes on your crudely painted nails and skin of your knees and the way the shadow at your front began to come closer.
you swallowed hard when he knelt down at your feet. you watched with soft eyes as he picked up your foot gently by the ankle, resting it on his thigh. his gloved hands picked up the silk ribbons, beginning to cross them over your ankle. he straightened out the creases and made sure not to tie them twisted, being careful to make the ribbons look presentable.
when he finished tying the bow on one foot, he brought your ankle up, pressing the mouth of his mask to the silk of it and letting it fall. he picked up your other foot just as tenderly and with the precision of a sniper, he tied your ribbons and pressed a kiss to the silk.
with both your feet on the ground, and simon on his knees seemingly not going anywhere, you reached forward and slipped a hand under the hood, caressing one side of his face.
your palm was warm, fitting into the curve of his cheek. the fabric of his mask was soft as always, black cotton that shielded his pretty face from your eyes always. you never cared to look under it, never felt the need to make him take it off. even now, with his face in your hands, you felt no urge to see what was underneath. as far as you were concerned, the mask was his face--even if you had once seen that face and how stupidly handsome he was.
simon was an enigma. he had a poker face that many envied; the mask hid so much of his emotions, so much of what he might feel, and often he was even able to control the scrunch of his brows or the twitch of his eyes so you could read nothing. but he needed his eyes; he needed them to see, to engage, and if he could cover them, he would, but he needed them, so they were dark and wide, the one piece of him that he allowed.
so you tilted his head back with your hand on his face, letting the soft light of the room break him his hiding place. he wasn't wearing any eye-black today, and you smoothed a thumb just under his eye, watching his lashes flutter for a second. fuck, he was so pretty.
"you worry too much, simon," you whispered. "i'm fine. i promise."
you leaned forward, sighing deeply.
"i promise, simon," you said under your breath. "if something was wrong, i would tell you."
you tried looking into his eyes to convince him, but you knew as soon as you did, that you crucified the lie. something was wrong. you were scraping along, getting dragged by life, but you had learned a long time ago how to bury things into a box and swallow it all down.
you knew, also, that he didn't believe you. simon was too intelligent a man to think you were being honest there, but he didn't say anything. he just followed the warmth of your hand, and if he was a cat, he'd be purring.
you moved to stand, but simon reached for you, his gloved hands on your knees as he held you there. you opened your mouth to speak, but then he leaned forward, his head against your chest as he held you close. it forced your knees to spread to make room for him, and you sucked in a breath as both of his palms slipped up your thighs and caressed the soft skin there.
"simon--"
"don't want to bloody talk--"
"but--simon--"
it happened fast. one moment, you were sitting upright, cradling his head to your chest and feeling his hands along thighs, and the next, you were on your back, splayed across your bed, your dress riding up your hips and the stilettos of your heels digging into the meat of simon's back.
simon was not all muscle; sometimes, when he relaxed, you could feel the softness of him under your palm, a warmth that was solid, like a bear--something protective and built to last, like the foundations of a good home. and then sometimes he was like this--tense all over, muscles constricted, abdomen as taut as a rock, arms bulging as they worked and lifted and manhandled you like the lieutenant he was.
his head was buried between your thighs. you panted, breath heavy as you felt his heavy breath suddenly, his mask pushed up just enough so that he could lick a warm stripe up the inside of your thigh.
"you won't talk," simon murmured against the skin there. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, yanking you forward until he could kiss where your pelvis met your thigh. you shuddered at the feeling of his lips grazing the lace of your panties. "you won't fuckin' talk, but you will sing for me, luv."
"simon, i need to go..."
your voice was protesting, but your hands found the back of his head, smoothing over the locks of his hair. you whimpered when you felt the wetness of his tongue along the fabric of your panties. his entire mouth enveloped your mound, jaw hinging wide as he tasted you through the lace. you bucked up into his mouth, your hips chasing the wet feeling. he growled out angrily, keeping your hips pinned down as he sucked messily, his teeth nipping at the delicate lingerie.
you sucked in a shaky breath as he used a gloved finger to push it to the side, your cunt on display. he cursed when he spread your folds, watching the drip of you as it drenched your panties more, your sweet hole puckering around nothing.
"fuckin' hell--" he sucked on his teeth. "you're fuckin' drippin', luv."
"s-simon, i-i...i can explain, i..."
"don't have to explain anythin'."
you whined as he finally put his mouth on you. his tongue started low, teasing your cunt with a slow circle before curling, trying to flood his mouth with the taste of you. you tasted good, tasted familiar somehow, and his chest swelled at the thought that you were this wet because you were thinking about him.
he could listen to you for hours. the moans that passed through your glossy lips, the languid roll of your hips as you chased his tongue, the sweat that gathered at the base of your spine and along your forehead and the sound of his name sputtering in choked breaths out of your gorgeous mouth.
a vision. simon didnt believe paradise existed, but he believed there was something close to it. it used to be the side of a bullet hitting exactly where he aimed, the feel of foreign soil hitting his enemy's eyes before he took them down, getting his squad out of the gutter when they were pinned down on all sides. he was good at his job. he was good on the field, he was good with chaos, but this was new.
this feeling had always been somewhere under the surface whenever he was with you. he didn't recognize it at first because he had never felt anything quite like it. the feeling one gets when they get home after a long day. the light in someone's eyes when they see a face they recognize when they're in a place they don't belong. the light of a flame in room so dark, you can't see your hands held up in front of your face.
he wondered sometimes if he had ever felt this way with his family. if looking into his nephew's eyes, he had ever felt something like this--and he did, somewhat, but this was more. this wasn't the gentle nip of a soft animal, this kind of love had fangs, and it had sunk itself so deep into him, he knew it was latched onto him. sucking on his blood, draining the shit from his veins, and putting something else there, something addicting.
and he didn't care. he gripped your hips with his gloved hands, sucking on your clit and licking up the slick of you and trying so hard to please the woman that plagued every fucking thought in his head.
"simon--"
your voice was a sob, practically. whining his name, tears coming down your face as he ate you out furiously. he was gentle at first, and then he was nearly aggressive, slurping at your folds and fucking into your cunt and barely coming up for air. when he did come up, his tone was low and drunk-sounding, slurring out soft phrases of "like a fuckin' sweet" and "so fuckin' pretty."
your back arched off the bed. your makeup was ruined by now, surely. your corset askew, your stilettos digging dark holes into his back, your throat hoarse from the crying--simon had you like no one else. simon had you wrapped so tightly around his gloved finger, you might as well have been a brand there--an extension of that glove, one of the crude white bones painted along the back of his hand. he had carved a hole so deep inside of you, shaped perfectly to the beastly size of him; you would never be rid of him. your whole life after this, you just knew--nobody would ever eat your cunt the way lieutenant simon riley ate it, that was a fucking fact.
he moaned when you came. a deep, guttural moan that came from deep in his chest. his eyes rolled to the back of his head when you gushed right onto his tongue. he drank it like he was running desert dry, a kind of eagerness that was making your vision go a little fuzzy, sparkling dots hazing over you. your head was a mess of emotions, all clouded over by pleasure and your body limp in his arms. your body was jelly, so worn as if you had been fucked brainless, but, oh--simon hadn't even gotten that far with you, and his mouth had you spineless.
you sat up, hair tousled, legs shaking, breaths warm and heavy and easy. everything was easy with simon. living, breathing, loving, touching--everything was easy.
he stood up finally, rising from his knees and rolling out his shoulders, and even though you could see him subtly adjusting his pants, he didn't make a move on you. he didn't reach for you, didn't try and touch you again, didn't reach for the bow he had tied on your corset to try and undo it. no, simon had just given you a mind-numbing orgasm and if not for the strain on his zipper, you'd think he had just filed his fucking taxes.
"simon...s-simon--"
"have fun tonight," he murmured, brushing a stray hair out of your face. he tucked it behind your ear, the glove making you shiver. "you call me when y'ready to come home."
your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him, a soft smile on your face.
"m-maybe i dont...maybe i don't wanna go out, m-maybe i wanna stay here...with you...w-watch movies like we usually do."
he shook his head, his thumb swiping just under your chin.
"no. go have fun. i'll be waitin' here for you, luv."
his fingers traced along your neck, something in his eyes that said he wanted more. but a ghost doesn't beg, right?
but maybe simon does.
"okay. i'll call you."
"right then."
and when the click of your bedroom door shut, you looked down at your shoes, so prettily tied with a bow on the end. you reached down, gripping the end of the bow and pulling, watching the silk unravel and come undone.
and then he heard the call of his name again.
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he always craves you, not even just sexually but physically, too. Just your smell, your vibe, your company. Just you.
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hates seeing you sad, angry, etc. He thinks he mightve done something to make you feel that way. So he does everything in his power to get you out of it.
"Hey baby, I got you a drink from the kitchen!"
"Thank you, I'm not thirsty, though.." He heard the tone on your voice and knew something was wrong, it was blunt but still soft and welcoming.
"Are you okay??" Daisuke asked
You just shrug your shoulders not saying anything.
Daisuke sitting beside you and wrapping his arms around you, his face nuzzling against your hair. "It's okay, Mama, I gotchu."
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such a cuddle bug, like my baby loves being touched and touching you.
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this boy is soo clingy. He's always following you, holding on to your hand or sleeve.
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loves hugs, every time you're at the counter or a table, he always walks behind you and hugs you from behind. HE WONT LET GO AFTER THAT.
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he accidently called you mama/mommy when you guys were cuddling. HE WAS EMBARRASSED.
"Make sure you get your daily tasks done later, though, okay?"
"Okay, Mama.." He grumbled tiredly, his face nuzzling into your neck.
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you." You chuckled, pulling his face away
"NO NOO IM SORRY I CALLED YOU THAT I-" he was a rambling mess, embarrassed you caught him calling you mama.
"No, no! It's okay, sweet boy. I don't mind it, you can call me it whenever."
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you'd always let him babble away about his day or whatever he'd talk about, and he noticed how you'd genuinely listen and was interested on what he'd talk about. It made him giddy and happy.
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always convinces you to do dumb shit with him, and if youâre already naturally a reckless person youâd just add to his fire. But if you're more mature than him, you'd try to talk him out of his reckless behaviors.
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says âagainâ or âone more, mamaâ after kissing you (you always giggle and grant his wish ofc)
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He'll get competitive with you just for fun. He'll make up races and let you win because he loves seeing you smile
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whenever yall cuddle HE SNORESS. But doesn't snore super loudly like Swansea
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He likes it when you brush his hair and style it. BUT HE ALSO HATES IT. He'd complain how you're too rough and how tangled his hair is.
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Always gives you cheek kisses everytime you guys hug or cuddle.
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He's REALLY STINGY WITH HIS FOOD, but he'll always share with you.
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this boy thinks you're an absolute goddess. Every time you wear new outfits and show him, his eyes turn into literal hearts.
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he gets so giddy when you pepper small kisses all over his face, especially if you wear lipstick and kiss him.
NSFW HEADCANONS!
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He's such a chatter box when he's in bed, especially when he's about to release or when being edged.
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He's into praise and a little degration. But nothing too crazy like "bitch". Just being called a slutty boy gets his gears grinding..
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dudes got a mommy kink. No questions asked.
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pleaseee sit on his face. He loves it. He'll let you sit on his face for hours.
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HES A MUNCH. He'll tie his hair up every time he eats it. He genuinely thinks you taste so good. He'll even accidently overstimulate you without realizing it.
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He's such a whiney boy when he's being edged or overstimulated. Whimpering and crying begging to cum.
"F-ffuckk, mommy, I don't think I can take it .."
"Can i please cum, pleasee mommy I've been a good boy!"
"Your hands feel so soo good mommy.."
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Daisuke loves cowgirl and missionary, but mostly cowgirl. being able to look you in the eye as you take control. His hands gently holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. Mesmerized by your tits in his face and the sounds leaving your lips.
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absolutely adores your body. He loves how soft and squishy it is, especially your thighs and tits.
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He loves doing the finger + tongue combo..
"You taste so good mommy.. so good."
"I can feel you getting closer mommy."
"Please cum for me mommy, please cum for your good slutty boy!"
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he literslly begs you to cum, his pleasure is your pleasure. So eager to please you.
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Daisuke is so Eagar and messy. He wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. Lapping at your folds and slurping on your slick. Daisuke will stay there until you force him to breathe, showing off his face with your slick dripping down his chin.
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He doesn't get to fuck you a lot in missionary or just straight up at all, mostly eatting you out or you jerking him off. So when you allowed him to fuck you in missionary he was so giddy and excited.
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daisuke was a total virgin. Yeah, he might've gotten a hand job in high school, but he had no actual experience. Until he met youuu.
"Fffuckkk, mommy, you're so tight! Mmmhh..."
"Your pussy feels soo gooddd.."
"T-thank you for letting.. me cum mami.."
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doesnât really like quickies. He'd rather take his time with you. Having it being nice, romantic, and slow. His way to goo
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This baby loves to take care of you and being able to spoil you, but heâs gonna be a bit clumsy. Stuttering and second-guessing himself. Also, please remember Daisuke NEEDS aftercare himself. Sex is new to him, especially if he's a virgin. heâs gonna need some reassurance afterward.
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He's so eager to do anything you say, if you want him to lay down, he'll do it. If you want him to be on his knees for you. HE'LL DO ITT
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God when you sit on his face and you start to slowly grind on him, his hands having a firm grip on your thighs. you can practically hear him moaning in your pussy, âmmm so good" or "more mommy I want more.." UGH
Sorry guys, this is so rushed, and it SUCKKS.
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