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dawn-iscozy · 4 months ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ ii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ fallin’ for you ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in this part and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 6.3k

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

CHAPTER WARNINGS: aftercare continued from the first part, san in the shower, he’s sexy but also soft, like sososo soft i fell in love while writing this, food/eating, this is mostly just fluffy but apparently i can’t write a single scene without any nervous/anxious or sexual tension

ii: soft & warm

They ended up ordering food in rather than looking around the kitchen or going out when she, face very red, admitted that she was too tired and a little too sore to want to go out to search for some. The two men were gracious, and admittedly a little smug, in their acceptance of her admission. Admitting themselves that they were too spent to try to find something to whip up for them all to eat and, laughing, also admitted that they didn’t have much food to choose from in the apartment in the first place.

Instead, they gave her a cool glass of water and when she finished the whole glass, ushered her into the bathroom for a shower.

Wooyoung was quick to drop a kiss to her head and leave to go order the food. San stayed in the bathroom with her. She didn’t ask him to, but she was glad that he did as she stood shivering, feet just that little bit too cold against the tile of the bathroom floor and goosebumps lining her skin. Warm hands lifted her up onto the counter, and she squeaked. The counter was cold against her naked bottom, but she found herself warming up at his casual display of strength. At the way his muscles shifted and flexed beneath his skin as he walked away and started the shower, as he walked back over and started to rifle through a drawer between her now-parted legs.

Rora’s breath caught and she forced her legs to be still, to not close around his waist or pull him closer than he already is. He looked so good standing there, his heat and the smell of his cologne washing over her.

She watched him in silence as he searched through another drawer, the tension releasing from her body when he released a sound of triumph, holding up a still-packaged toothbrush. She giggled, and he turned to her, eyes skimming over her face, dimples on display. His expression was soft, his head tilting as her face warmed under his gaze. He chuckled, placing the toothbrush down to help her slide off the counter.

“Come on,” he murmured, hands smoothing along her sides as he guided her inside the walk-in shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Simply nodding, she allowed him to navigate her body in front of his and under the water. A gasp slipped from her at the sudden temperature change, body tensing, and she couldn’t help the step away from the water she made. San chuckled when she ended up pressed right against his front, those hard muscles shifting under soft, wet skin. “Is the water okay? Too hot?” he asked, hands smoothing over her hair and down her back.

Her cheeks flushed, and she took a tentative step back to let the water wash over her once again. “It’s…it’s fine,” she mumbled. “I’m sensitive to temperatures sometimes. Just gotta get used to it.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes to see him nodding, a soft smile on his face. His fingers tipped her chin up. “Look at me, darling. Let me see those pretty eyes.” His voice was soft, only the slightest hint of grit underneath. Her heart fluttered as she did as he said, blinking up at him through her embarrassment and shyness. “There they are,” he mused quietly, thumb sliding down her jaw.

Her skin tingled at his words, and she felt herself relaxing under his gaze.

“There you go, darling, just relax for me.” His lips were pressed against her forehead before he was crowding closer to her. She shivered at his words, barely containing the gasp that bubbled in her chest, and looked back to see different products lined up on two different shelves. “Wanna smell like me or Youngie?”

She thought back to the way Wooyoung smelled when she was in his lap, face tucked into his neck post-orgasm, his smell washing over her senses. That intoxicating musk and comforting wood and sweet floral. Light yet undeniably strong. “Youngie,” she answered softly, with no hesitation. “Wanna smell like Youngie, please.” She didn’t care that she was practically bouncing as she said it, didn’t care that she was almost begging San, not when he was looking at her like she just might be the cutest thing he had ever seen.

San chuckled, reaching for a bottle on the left. “Alright,” he said. “Wet your hair, and I’ll wash it, okay?”

She was already doing as he suggested by the time it fully registered, and her eyes popped open under the streams of water to blink up at him. “You don’t have to do that for me, San,” she murmured, eyebrows furrowing.

San moved her away from the direct stream of water. “I want to, darling,” he murmured as he popped open the lid of the shampoo and squeezed some out into his palm. She blinked up at him, voice stuck in her throat at the new nickname. He grinned, and then his strong hands were working in her hair.

A soft groan fell from her lips, eyes closing in bliss as his fingers massaged through her hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at her scalp. Shivers of delight worked down her spine, brain fogging up in the most wonderful way. A “good girl” was whispered in her ear as he rinsed the bubbles from her hair, a strong arm looping around her back to hold her up as she drifted, letting him just take care of her.

“Darling,” San said, tickling his fingers up the curve of her waist. “Darling, need you to come back for a minute.”

“Sorry, sorry. M’here,” she murmured, sighing. Her heavy eyes opened, lashes spiked from the water, the added weight threatening to force them closed again. Regardless of her sleepiness, she smiled up at him.

“Hi there, sleepy head.” He tickled her sides again, and she giggled softly, leaning into him and letting her eyes open. “Gonna wash you now. Is that okay? Can I touch you?”

She hummed. “Yes, Sannie,” she said, “As long as I can wash you too.”

His responding grin was blinding. “Of course you can, darling.” His strong hands lightly kneaded at her hips before he reached around her for Wooyoung’s body wash. Her nose lit up with the wood and musk that she imagined would soon be permanently embedded in her senses as San’s hands smoothed over her skin, soft though rough with callouses that she imagined he got from years of exercising. She couldn’t help the heat threatening to pool low in her belly or the soft moans that bubbled past her lips.

San groaned, pulling her closer to his body. But whatever he was going to say was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She startled, pushing further against San and peeking through the glass of the shower to see Wooyoung there. “Sorry,” he said as he walked in, closing the door with his foot. He had clothes in his arms, and he was no longer in his outfit from before. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a large black shirt. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything. But the others came back earlier than I thought they would, and I thought I should warn you.”

His eyes swept over her, lingering where her breasts were smashed against San and the curve of her hips for a moment or two before finally coming to rest on her face. He sent her a soft smile, watching as her brows furrowed as what he said finally clicked.

“Others,” she murmured, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. The word came out thick, laced with quickly evaporating sleep, but even so, there was a noticeable tremor in her voice. She wanted to kick herself, letting herself and her courage from earlier in the night drift away without her even noticing. Or maybe that was all the alcohol. Of course they had roommates. The apartment was much too large for just the two of them, and if she had been more aware, she would have noticed it sooner. There were three other doors in the hallway, all of them closed, and they had gone past all of them.

San’s hand smoothed over her arm lightly. “Stay calm, darling,” he murmured in her ear, and she forced herself to take a breath. “Let’s get you dry and in some comfy clothes, hmm?”

“But…you?” Rora was pouting. She knew she was, but she didn’t even try to fix her expression. Not with that soft look on his face, and not when she was trying to distract herself from the sudden wave of nerves. His eyes spoke of something like adoration, soso soft, with the barest hint of a smile to accompany it. She preened under that look, letting herself bask in the warmth of it, like a cat that found a sunny spot on the floor.

“It’s okay.” San kissed her temple, gently maneuvering her from under the water. “I can finish washing up while Wooyoung helps you dry off, and you two can talk, okay?”

She watched with wide eyes as the water fell over him, too astounded by the sight of it to feel worried. His eyes were closed, head tipped back. He was smirking, like he could feel her gaze on him. His hands pushed his wet hair back, and her eyes fixated on the bulging and flexing of his biceps.

Wooyoung’s chuckle is what brought her back, and she blushed when the shower door opened, his amusement on full display to her. “I know Sannie’s attractive, but we gotta get you dried off, sweetheart,” he said.

Nodding, she stepped out. A towel was immediately wrapped around her, and she giggled as another towel was plopped right on her head. Wooyoung giggled right alongside her, and his grinning face came into her line of sight when the towel on her head was lifted.

His eyes were sparkling in the light of the bathroom, and she was struck by just how beautiful happiness looked on him. She stared at him as his face sombered the slightest bit, showing his focus as he moved the towels over her skin and hair. His touch was gentle, gentler even than she was with herself after a shower. The towel barely scraped her skin and the smile never fell from his face, not even when he moved to help her dress.

All she could do was watch him and hope her eyes didn’t look as soft as she felt at that moment.

Wooyoung dressed her in a large hoodie that smelled like fabric softener and warm leather and spiced chocolate - Sannie’s, he said - and fell over her thighs, a pair of boxers that clung to her in a funny, almost uncomfortable way, and a pair of socks that were way too big. But she didn’t complain, helping him lift her to sit on the counter. He settled himself on the other side of the sink, legs folded up, sock-covered feet in the sink so he could turn to look at her. “Sannie and I don’t live here alone,” he started. It was a blunt way to start the conversation, and although her heart gave a start at the suddenness of it, she appreciated that he jumped right into it. “We have two other roommates, and they came home while I was ordering the food. If you aren’t comfortable with more people being around, we can eat in my room or in Sannie’s. Or you can…you can go home and we can meet up to talk another time.”

Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. She took a breath, reaching inside herself for the courage to give him the honesty that she had given him and San earlier in the night. She didn’t want to go back to her apartment and her lonely bed. “I don’t want to go home yet. I…want to stay,” she said softly, curling her legs up to wrap her arms around them. “If that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” he said, leaning forward over his knees. His eyes were wide and earnest, his smile soft. “We would love for you to stay. Do you want to eat in my room or out in the living room?”

The water cut off, and silence spread through the bathroom. Her gaze shifted from Wooyoung’s as San exited the shower, watching as he grabbed a towel that was hanging and began to dry himself off. She forced her eyes back to Wooyoung and gulped. “Are your roommates…Do they know I’m here?”

“Yes,” he said. “They knew that me and San went out together, and they noticed your heels and dress in the living room.”

“Does…this kind of thing happen often?”

“What? Me and San bringing someone home? That person staying the night? Or the roommates coming back early?” he asked, brows lifting playfully. He must have seen something in her face, because his face softened, turned thoughtful, and he leaned forward some more so that all she could do was look at him. “Us bringing someone home to share - it isn’t…uncommon, but it isn’t a regular occurance, either. It’s something we do when we have a little extra steam we need to blow off. Usually, when we decide we want to do something like this, the person we bring home doesn’t stay longer than the sex and we never see them again after.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She looked down at her feet, dangling over the edge of the counter. It didn’t quite feel like she was intruding, but even if Wooyoung and San had explicitly asked her to stay, she wasn’t sure if she should be there.

Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention, bringing her back out of her thoughts. San was at her side by then, bare chest brushing her covered shoulder, droplets of water darkening the fabric. “We want you here, darling,” he murmured.

“Our roommates are roommates, but they’re also some of our best friends. Their schedules are unpredictable sometimes, and they’ve come home to see some pretty…interesting stuff.” He paused when he noticed her gaze unfocusing, and he took in the changes of her expression as she imagined what kinds of things could have been happening between San, Wooyoung, and some nameless person. What all could happen with her.

A chuckle by her ear brought her back to the conversation. She pointedly ignored the heat in her face and between her legs, forcing herself back to the conversation. Hands settled on her shoulders, and her gaze shifted to see San now bending down to her eye level. “I don’t know what exactly you’re worried about, but they aren’t likely to ask any questions or tease you. Me and Wooyoung, maybe, but not you. They’ve always been respectful about it, and never bring it up in a negative way. Not to us and especially not to anyone else.”

Silence overtook the bathroom again as she thought, eyes trailing after San as he walked over to the door. He sent her a wink before slipping out into the hall, towel hanging on his hips. “Have they eaten yet?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, they both just got back from work. After closing, they usually just want to come home.”

Her lips pouted out at that. It was late, the sun having set long ago, and she knew that she would have been more than just a little grumpy if her friends were to pull her away from food and rest after an extra long shift at work. “Let’s…let’s all eat together,” she said finally.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

She nodded, hands twisting in the fabric of the hoodie. “It’s their home, too,” she said. “I’m just a guest here. They shouldn’t feel uncomfortable or forced to change their usual routines because I’m here. Will there be enough for us all?”

“We can always cook up something quick to have with it.” Woo grinned. “Trying to butter up our friends, sweetheart?”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Maybe,” she mumbled, her fingers coming up to press against her lips. The door opened again before she could say anything else, cooler air coming in as San’s broad figure filled the doorway. He was shirtless, a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips. Her lips parted, teeth finding the pads of her fingers as she forced her eyes back to his face.

A dark brow raised, lips quirked up at the corner. His eyes stayed on her for a moment, looking her up and down. She felt warm under his gaze, desirable and soft, and the feeling lingered even after it shifted over to Wooyoung, who was sliding off the countertop.

“Sannie, did you ask Yunho and Jongho if they’ve eaten yet?”

Something about the names niggled at the back of her brain as she moved to slide down from the counter. But any train of thought that could lead to uncovering that little warning bell was stopped by Wooyoung's hands on her hips.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, brown eyes wide as they looked at her. She could do nothing but agree, hands clutching his arms as he helped her down. A squeak came from her when he held her tight against him, one of her legs hiked up to his hip. He pressed her body back against the counter, the edge digging into her lower back, and she couldn't help but moan.

Then, he was stepping away from her, guiding her leg down with a playful smirk.

“No,” San said finally. Amusement tinged his words, and she refused to turn to look at him. Her eyes betrayed her, straying over to him to take in the way his eyes glinted in the bathroom lighting, wide shoulders shaking as they filled the now open doorway. Sounds filtered in and echoed around the space, and she could make out laughter and the sounds that could only come from an action scene in a movie. “I didn’t ask them, but I’m sure they haven’t. Why?”

“Rora wants to eat with them and make sure they’ve eaten something - such a little angel,” Wooyoung said, slinging an arm around her shoulders and guiding her past San’s body, out into the hallway. His nose nuzzled into her still-damp hair, his teasing chuckle echoing in her ear. She whined, hiding her face in his chest as they walked. He carded his fingers through her hair, combing through the tangles as he spoke to San again, “Do you think you could make something to eat with the takeout?”

“Ramyun?” San suggested. She let out a noise of excitement at that, causing the two men to chuckle. “Okay, ramyun it is. What did you order, anyway?”

“Fried chicken.”

Her stomach growled, despite the fact that she had already eaten dinner for the night. Granted, it had been hours. She ate just before the sun had started to set, and she had been pretty…active since then. And heck, if some fried chicken and ramyun didn’t sound magnificent at that moment.

“Hungry, sweetheart? Did you work up an appetite?” Wooyoung asked. His voice lowered, went breathy. Soso sexy.

She blushed, but couldn’t help the smile coming to her face. “Certainly,” she said. “Shall we do it again?” She risked a glance up at Wooyoung, her lips ghosting over his clothed chest. She wanted to nibble, bite down into the swell of muscle that could be felt beneath her cheek, but she shied away from doing it. Instead, she rubbed her face against the softness of his shirt, in an admittedly very cat-like move. One that reminded her so much of the same way her cat would when he wanted a treat or headpats.

He stopped walking at the end of the hallway to look down at her, brows raised. “Certainly,” he rumbled, hand tugging lightly on her hair. Her breath caught in her throat, and he grinned. “Come on, sweetheart. Gotta eat.” As they finally stepped into the light of the living room, the sounds of chatter and a random movie were immediately dimmed by Wooyoung’s whisper, “Maybe later you can be my dessert, hmm?”

She didn’t have the time to react to his words as her eyes swept the living room. Her heels were placed nicely by the door, and her dress, it seemed, had been folded up and settled neatly on the corner of the coffee table, far away from a sweating can of beer beside an empty coaster.

Movement caught her attention, and she looked through into the kitchen, where San was already starting on the ramyun, the salty, spicy smell already filling the apartment - though, that might have been her stomach influencing her brain. He had on a pink apron, and though it should have looked silly, he still looked amazing. Strong arms and toned back visible in the dim yellow lighting of the apartment. Her mouth was watering, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the view or the smell.

“Rora?”

She jumped, shoulder tensing, lifting almost to her ears, and she turned her head to spy two men sitting together on the sofa. One was tall, really tall, even while sitting. Slightly overgrown brown hair looking like it’s been pushed back a few too many times, big eyes peering at her curiously. Even in sweats and an oversized shirt, a beer halfway to his mouth, he looked familiar.

The other man looked even more so.

She stood there, mortified, as it sunk in, as she took in the sight of her coworker and the friend she had joined him in eating lunch with earlier that afternoon, sitting on a sofa in casual clothes. His usually neat hair was no longer styled and just the slightest bit mussed, and he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of loose shorts that did little to cover his usually hidden skin. She tried her best not to stare, instead looking back into all-too-familiar eyes. “Jongho?” She took a step back, bumping into Wooyoung.

“You know each other?” he asked, rubbing a soothing caress down her arm, and her hand twitched at the feeling.

She nodded, releasing a deep breath just as Jongho said, “We work together.”

Wooyoung cursed from behind her, hand coming to her shoulder. “Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?” He turned her around to face him, brows furrowed as he looked at her. She tilted her head, watching as his eyes roamed her face then flicked over her shoulder to Jongho.

“It’s fine,” Jongho reassured. She imagined his eyes widening, brows lifting to show his sincerity, the way they did when she would tell a stupid joke during their occasional shared lunch and he would try to tell her that it was, in fact, funny, even if he wasn’t laughing. “Unexpected, but fine.”

At Jongho’s words, Wooyoung's gaze was back on her, his pretty eyes searching her face again. She nodded, smiling up at him and reaching to squeeze his arm. “It’s unexpected and a little awkward, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

“It won’t cause any issues at work?”

She risked a glance over at Jongho, who had pulled a blanket over his lap and pulled his legs up onto the sofa. Her stomach twisted at the idea that she was making him uncomfortable, knowing that he preferred to be covered up, rarely even wearing shorter sleeves for casual days at work. And here she was, in his home, where he’s meant to be able to be himself, be comfortable. Afraid that he just wasn’t saying anything about it, even though every interaction she’s ever had with him proved him to be a man who would state his objections to situations.

He smiled at her, his eyes soft but wide. Reassuring. Sincere. Familiar.

Rora let herself relax.

Her eyes returned to Wooyoung, lingering momentarily on his pouty lower lip before locking with his. “We’re usually too busy to talk much at work, and when we do, it’s rarely ever about our lives outside of work. I won’t bring it up, and I trust Jongho not to say anything that will cause any issues or make me uncomfortable.”

Harsh buzzing filled the room, and she giggled when Wooyoung jumped at the sudden noise. “That should be the food,” he mumbled. “Sit down, sweetheart. I gotta go downstairs to get it, but I’ll be right back.”

He guided her to sit between the two men on the sofa. She sat there stiffly, feeling exposed now that neither Wooyoung nor San was with her. Her fists were balled on her thighs and back straight, as she watched Woo walk through the door.

A little snicker got her attention, and she turned to see amusement written all over the tall man’s face. Yunho. He looked just as handsome as he did earlier that day, even in his comfy clothes and even after a long day. His eyes were big, lips spreading into a smile that showed all of his teeth. “Nice to see you again,” he chimed. “It’s a little sooner than anticipated, but I can’t say I’m upset about it.”

“You know her, too?”

She turned to see San, pink apron and all, holding a steaming pot with two small pot holders. He set the pot down on the coffee table before going back to the kitchen, only to return seconds later with bowls and utensils.

“Not really,” Yunho explained, taking the bowl and chopsticks offered to him. “We met when I went to have lunch with Jongho earlier today.” He pushed himself from the sofa to settle on the floor, long legs folding in front of him. She watched as he immediately went for some noodles. A bowl and chopsticks were offered to her, and she took them from San’s grasp.

Her brows furrowed as she sat beside the tall man, her knee brushing against his. The point of contact was warm and made her skin tingle. She ignored it and turned to face Jongho, brows furrowing further still. “Didn’t we leave work at the same time today? Why are you just now getting home?” Shock covered his face at her questions, and her eyes widened. “Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s a personal question. You don’t have to answer that.”

The shock left Jongho’s face and his eyes crinkled, a gummy smile lighting up his features. She stared at him in awe, taking in the rare glimpse of innocence on her usually mature looking coworker, the sound of his giggles washing over her. Happiness was gorgeous on him. She was staring, entranced. Unable to look away, though she didn’t think she wanted to look away.

Someone nudged her arm, snapping her from her stupor. She turned to see Yunho offering her the bowl in his hands. She stuttered out a confused “thank you”, letting him take the other bowl from her grasp. He sent her a wink before turning back to fishing out more noodles.

Blinking herself from her stupor, she looked back to Jongho to see him settling down beside her. He cleared his throat and reached past her for some noodles of his own. His warmth engulfed her, her heart fluttering as the smell of his cologne momentarily cut through the smells of the food. “It’s fine, by the way. I don’t mind you asking,” he finally said as he rested back against the sofa. He glanced at her briefly before looking at the pot on the table. “I help out at Yunho’s cafe sometimes when he’s especially short staffed. All of us do. Everyone was busy and he had no one else he could call to help close tonight. So, I offered my help.” He said it nonchalantly, like it was the simplest, most ordinary thing in the world. Like it didn’t have her heart softening as she watched him scoop up and then blow on his first bite of ramyun.

She didn’t know anything about these men, but she could easily see how much they cared for each other.

“Ah,” she murmured. It was all she could think to say with her brain melting at the obvious affection in his voice. Her eyes shifted away from Jongho, distracted as San came back. He sat on the other side of the coffee table, right in front of her. His eyes locked with hers, those gorgeous dimples on show as he slid a glass of water over to her. One of his feet slid under the table, nudging at her leg, and he sent her a playful wink. She bit her cheek to stop from giggling.

He was reaching forward, chopsticks already lifting a hefty amount of noodles just as Wooyoung came back with a plastic bag. Her giggle slipped free when Wooyoung absentmindedly patted San’s hair, and San simply blinked up at him. Wooyoung plopped down, shoulder brushing against San’s, and settling the rustling plastic on the table. He sent her a grin at her laughter and reached to open up the box containing the chicken.

The smell filled the living room. Her stomach sounded, and with the chuckles of the four men surrounding her, she started eating.

They all ate in silence, the only sounds being that of eating and the movie - one featuring a superhero - still playing. The ramyun was warm and spicy. Almost too spicy for her to handle, but soso good that she couldn’t stop going in for little sips of the soup between noodle refills. She made a mental note to ask San how he prepared it so she could recreate it for herself in the future. The chicken, too, was delicious, the greasiness and crunch satisfying in a way she had never imagined fried chicken ever being outside of that moment.

By the time the food was finished, she was relaxed. Sated. Teetering on the edge of being sleepy again. She leaned back into the couch with a sigh, her shoulders brushing against both Yunho’s and Jongho’s arms as she did so. She melted at the warmth coming from them, enjoying sitting between them, fighting the urge to lean to either side to soak up even more warmth. Her head fell back into the cushions of the sofa, hands smoothing over the blanket that had somehow ended up over her exposed legs and heavy eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the play of lights and shadows caused by the television.

She turned her head, Yunho’s side profile filling her vision. His cheeks were full with his last bite of noodles, nose and ears tipped with red, likely from the heat and spice of the ramyun. But he still looked handsome. Like a prince who stepped right out of the pages of a storybook, the kind of man that would sometimes feature in her dreams when she was younger.

As if he felt her gaze on him, he turned to look at her, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, taking in the length of his fingers, the width of his palm, the elegance of the simple move. Her gaze shifted up to see his big eyes blinking at her. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, and she held back a smile when his eyes flickered down at the movement, his ears going red when his gaze came back up to lock with hers again.

She marveled at how kind his eyes looked. Marveled at how this group of friends had so many people with such pretty eyes, how they all had such lovely, easy-to-get-lost-in eyes. She wanted to get lost in the galaxies she found in them, no matter whose. She imagined how easy it would be, exploring the deep, dark depths, discovering different shades of gold, amber, chocolate, coffee - every facet and shift in the brown.

Her heavy eyelids drooped down before she could stop them. When they blinked back open, Yunho’s eyes were crinkled at the edges, his lips spread out into a soft smile, his own head tipped back beside hers. She lingered on his smile, his lips, lovely and almost heart-shaped and suddenly she wondered what they would feel like against her own.

She took in a sharp inhale, hoping some deep breaths would help her stay awake and change her drifting thoughts. Her eyes blinked, rolled behind her closed eyelids, and when they fluttered open again, she asked the question still lingering on the tip of her tongue. “You own a cafe?”

Yunho’s smile grew, eyes crinkling nearly into crescents. “I do,” he said. “My friend Mingi and I co-own a comic book cafe. We’re still relatively new, so we don’t get the most business. But the food is good and the coffee is even better!”

Wooyoung snorted. “Don’t let Mingi hear you call him just ‘your friend’,” he said. “He’ll go on about moral loyalty again.”

Yunho ignored his statement, much to Wooyoung’s chagrin. So, Rora did too, fighting back a grin as Wooyoung uttered a pouty noise. “Oh!” she said, legs curling up under the blanket. “That sounds fun. I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a cafe like that. I’ll have to stop by sometime.”

“It’s not far from where you and Jongho work,” he said, shifting so that he was facing her, his body scrunched up and an arm under his head on the cushion. It couldn’t have been comfortable, especially not for someone of such height. But with his cheek squished against his arm, pouting his lips out the slightest bit, he still looked equal parts gorgeous and adorable, looking at her like that. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing you over lunch sometime.”

The air shifted on her other side, and she turned her head to see Jongho looking between them. His eyes were wide and clear, star-filled, even as his face was mostly blank. Her brows lifted at him, and his face softened into a smile. “Sure, we can go on Monday, if you want,” he said. “And you can meet some more of our friends. Mingi will be there, and maybe one of the others. Those two never really can keep any employees for long.”

She sat up in her excitement, practically vibrating in her spot. “Yes, please,” she said, grin on full display to all the men in the room. Yunho and Jongho chuckled from either side of her, and she found herself giggling along even as her gaze strayed to the two men in front of her.

Wooyoung and San were watching her, seemingly sharing in her excitement. She couldn’t quite read their expressions, but their faces were soft, eyes warm, lips tipped up at the corners. She basked in their stares, welcomed it, feeling warm under their gazes.

She literally just met these men, but Rora never wanted them to stop looking at her. Never wanted to stop looking at them. And there were more of them? Her heart kicked up in her chest at the idea of meeting more men like these four, of discovering more about them, of them wanting her to meet them.

Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the table, chin in her sweater-covered hands so she could stare right back at them. Their shoulders were brushing, looking so calm and comfortable next to each other that she almost wished she was sitting between them, sharing their warmth and comfort, even if she was still technically a stranger to them. Her bottom lip poked out, her heavy lashes swooping down, fluttering. It had to be the sleepiness making her delusional. Or it was just the way these men made her feel so accepted and content in herself and with the situation - whatever it really was - in such little time.

There was no judgment to be felt in the room, and she couldn’t remember a time where she had been so at ease in any group setting so quickly.

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked. His voice cut through the sleepy haze of her mind, and her eyes blinked open to see him copying her pose, his chin settling in the palm of his hand. The move lengthened his throat and brought her attention to the sharpness of his features, the light doing wonders for his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. She wanted to leave kisses there. To nibble, bite, leave marks. Rora’s mouth went dry, and she gulped when his lips tipped up playfully to let her know that she was caught in her admiration, his teeth sinking into his full lower lip. “Ready for bed?”

She was nodding before she could even think about it. She was no longer tired, feeling more than energized, as his eyes moved over her face. But she wouldn’t mind being in bed, especially with this man. Low laughter came from behind her. Her cheeks warmed as she ignored the two men flanking her, and her eyes shifted over to San. His eyes were narrowed, head tilted, and she was sure that he was able to read every expression that crossed her face.

Rora scrambled to stand as San and Wooyoung did, heart spiking up into her throat as she stumbled. Large hands caught her before she could fall back against the sofa, one on her hip and the other on her lower back. Looking down, she followed the long arm to see Yunho now sitting up, looking up at her with equal parts concern and amusement. “Be careful there, honey,” he said, chuckling lightly.

Someone grabbed her hand. She blinked, looking away from Yunho to spy Jongho. He looked surprised, like he hadn’t meant to do it. But he didn’t let go, even as his cheeks colored with pink, simply helping her around the table and murmuring out his own “be careful” as he handed her off to a very amused San.

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catladyoftheyr · 9 months ago

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⚸ ཐི❤︎ཋྀ 𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 ? ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ⚸

𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (18+ only, SMUT)

Summary: You suggest a game of hide and seek with a spooky adult twist to Gojo. He chases you through the woods and rails you. Multiple (7? Idk math) orgasms, Gojo being full of himself.

Authors note: idk what happened this was supposed to be short 😂 this took all day I hope it gets its flowers. Happy Halloween y’all!

Warnings/kinks: Primal/prey, dom/sub, bdsm technically, handcuffs, gagged with panties/tape, possessiveness, slapping (just once,) overstimulation, spitting in mouth, pussy eating, no condom, breeding/impreg kink, alcohol mention/use

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Gojo had laughed when you told him you wanted to play hide and seek. He’d swiftly changed his tune when you explained it meant he got to chase you through the woods in a tiny red dress and cape. He’d dug through his closest for a flannel and bought fangs and ears from the costume store, saying he had to “commit to the bit”. You didn’t complain because he did look incredibly sexy.

You’d driven to the woods and found a remote trail and clearing. Gojo leaned casually on the hood of his car, the stick of a sucker poking out from between his lips. It was a chilly October night, and your costume did nothing to stop the cold air. He eyed you up and down slowly, admiring the view like he hadn’t watched you get dressed and driven you here. He pulled a small flask from his pocket and offered it to you. “Liquid courage. And it’ll help you warm up” he remarked with a smirk.

You took the flask and gulped. Tequila. The familiar warmth spread through you, flushing your cheeks. You felt a flutter in both your stomach and between your legs as well. You handed the now empty flask back and gave him a quick kiss. Time to go over the rules once more.

No phones when the chase started. You’d carry long range walkie talkies for emergency communications.

You were both allowed to carry a flashlight

You had a 20 minute head start to run and hide.

Once your time was up, Gojo was free to track you down however he wanted.

If you got caught, you could try and run but he could chase

The Big Bad Wolf got to have his way with Little Red once he catches her.

Gojo set the timer on his phone and flashed it to you once he pressed start. “Better start running, Little Red. Because once I catch you I’m gonna eat you with these big teeth I have.” His voice was low and already thick with lust. He pulled up his glasses to wink at you and you took off without looking back.

Your flashlight beam bounced erratically as you ran. Gojo’s variety of abilities gave him a huge advantage over you, a girl in a slutty costume running through the forest in converse. You wanted to put as much distance between the two of you as possible before you even considered a hiding spot. Twigs snapped under your feet and leaves crunched. You kept going straight until you found a fork in the path. You paused to catch your breath and examine the choices.

Left seemed to stay flat, and looked fairly clear of obstacles. Right lead slightly downhill and you could see rocks and Low branches poking out from the sides of the trail. Going left was definitely the easier option, but you banked right and set off again. You hoped that Gojo would see the difficulties on the right path and assume you went left, buying more time. You’d had to slow to a brisk jog to avoid snapping an ankle on a tree root. You shined your flashlight back snd forth to try and illuminate the path ahead. There was still nowhere to hide that he wouldn’t immediately be able to find you. The point of the game was to get caught of course, but you were still hoping to make him put in a moderate effort before he got to tear your clothes off in the forest.

You slowed down as you came to a spot with a bunch of large bushes. You shined your flashlight on the plants and tried to find an opening so you didn’t have to climb. You saw a small spot near the ground where the bushes parted just enough for a person to squeeze through. You took a deep breath and sighed with determination before getting down on your stomach. The opening was so low that you’d have to army crawl your way in. The ground was rough, and you couldn’t see much with the flashlight clenched between one of your fists. Weeds and undergrowth snagged on your costume as you wriggled under the bush. You winced as unseen thorns caught your legs and shredded your tights, surely pricking your skin as well.

You had no idea how much time had passed since the countdown had started. You flipped off the flashlight and tried to quiet your breath. You could hear leaves and twigs rustle but nothing heavy enough to be human footsteps. At least that’s what you thought until you heard the steps right in front of your hiding spot.

“Oh where oh where could Little Red be?” A voice called out with false curiosity. Shit. You held your breath and tried to lie perfectly still. Part of you hoped he’d move on and give you another chance, but another part was pulsing with anticipation that you’d be caught. You yelped when a flashlight beam illuminated you from above. “Found you,” Gojo chuckled. His white hair almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. His glasses sat in perfect contrast to his pale skin, and his wolf ears were still upright. Not a hair was out of place on him. Meanwhile your tights had runs and tears in every direction, there were definitely leaves in your hair, you had dirt all over you, and you were pretty sure you’d skinned your knees crawling into this bush.

His tall figure loomed over the hedge and he stared down at you with a grin. “I really thought you’d find a better hiding place, babe. Really. It was almost too easy” he was clearly bragging to get a rise out of you.

“Well if you want to try harder you can turn around and I’ll start running again. I’ll climb a tree or something this time” you shot back, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Nah. Not a chance, sweetheart.” Gojo leaned down and scooped you off the ground with ease. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” He slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and began to walk down a side path you hadn’t seen.

“Put me down!” You shrieked playfully as the sorcerer strolled toward his destination. The way he carried you made it seem like you weighed nothing. You kicked and wiggled lightly, pretending to put up a fight. Soon you saw a small clearing where he’d spread a blanket on the ground. His backpack was next to it, and there was a handheld camping lantern on the ground as well.

He set you down on the blanket and looked you in the eyes as he spoke. “Don’t you dare run off. Sit right here or I’ll make sure you regret it.” His voice had an icy edge that told you he wasn’t kidding anymore. Your heart fluttered and you swore your clit had gained a heartbeat as the mood suddenly shifted. He dug around in his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape. Your eyes widened.

“You were so easy to catch, Little Red. This big bad wolf is gonna have a lot of fun ruining you tonight.” His voice was dripping with lust and you could already see the outline of his cock through his jeans. Her dangled the handcuffs in front of your face “arms up, Red.” You lifted your arms and felt the cuffs click into place. The cold steel sent a chill down your spine. He pushed you softly onto your back on the blanket. Gojo lifted the skirt of your costume and pushed it up to your waist.

“Spread your legs for me” he commanded. You obliged and he smiled. He ran his palm over your sex and began to grind his hand against you. You whimpered at the touch. “Such a good girl. You’re already soaked through your tights, baby. They’re really getting in my way though.” You gasped as Gojo tore a large hole in the crotch of your tights. The fabric gave way with ease and left your panties exposed. He continued to tear at the stockings until they exposed your whole lower half, only shreds remaining hanging from the waist band.

“Now that’s more like it. And such pretty panties too” he cooed over you. You’d worn a black cotton thong with lace edges and a tiny rosette on the waistband. You hoped he wasn’t going to rip those in half as well, they were one of your favorites. Instead he pushed them to the side, trailing his long fingers up and down your slit. “You’re already so wet. All that running and hiding really turned you on, huh?”

You nodded, suddenly speechless. Gojo dipped his thumb between your folds and circled your clit lightly. You moaned as traced the sensitive nub; it felt good, but his touch was far too light to give you any serious pleasure. He continued to tread lightly and make sure to give just enough to keep you whimpering underneath him. This kept on for what seemed like ages when he suddenly dipped two fingers inside your entrance. He began to pump them in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Go. Don’t stop” you moaned. He kept his fingers moving while his other hand clamped down over your mouth.

“Good girls are seen and not heard” he murmured. He pumped faster and added another finger. You moaned into his hand and arched your back. You felt an orgasm began to well in your core. You croaked out muffled pleases into your lovers palm. Your pleasure was getting stronger and you were desperate for release. He let this thumb rub your clit again but with firmness this time. A few more circles of his thumb was all it took for your orgasm to break through you. You cried out and accidentally bit down on Gojo’s hand as you came. The waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Gojo snapped his hand away as you began to come down. “You fucking bit me!” He cried out, shaking his hand. “You’re gonna regret that” he remarked. His hands hooked the waist band of your panties and yanked them down your legs. He balled them up in his fist as if to toss them aside. Instead his other hand gripped your jawline and squished your cheeks. “Open your fucking mouth” he barked. You obliged and he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth. He grabbed the duct tape and ripped off a strip, placing it firmly over your mouth. You tried to make words but the fabric in your mouth jumbled anything you had to say into nonsense.

He still held your face in one hand. He locked eyes with you before shocking you with a firm slap. He had a devilish grin on your face and you felt the pulsing in between your legs get stronger. The sting of the impact send pleasure down your spine. “Be a good girl for me” he murmured in your ear before nipping at it. He continued to nip and nipple at your jaw and neck, seeming to lay claim to his territory like the wolf he was.

Before long he was fingering you again with renewed vigor. The way we moved his hands told you he was a man on a mission. You could feel a second orgasm building up already, his fingers pumping out of you relentlessly. “Cum for me again, baby. I know you can.” He circled your clit firmly and coaxed orgasm number 2 out of you as you cried out behind your gag. “That’s it. Such a good girl. How many more of those do you think you have in you? 4? Maybe 5?”

You suddenly realized what he’d meant when he told you that you’d regret the bite. He was planning on making you cum as many times as he could until he’d completely overstimulated you. He finger blasted you to orgasm number 3 in record time, bringing tears to your eyes.

While you were on the come down from your third back to back orgasm, Gojo had started unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in fell swoop, the fabric stopping around his knees. His cock sprang free, its full length completely available. Gojo stroked his lengthy cock as he stood over you. You lay on the ground, knees apart, arms cuffed above your head, gagged with your own panties and duct tape.

He rubbed his tip against your entrance, lubricating himself with your wetness. He pushed in slowly with a deep groan, leaning over you and gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight.”

Once his hips hit yours he sat there for a moment, savoring the sensation for both of you. He pulled back and slammed into you this time, starting a fast paced rhythm. He grunted as he pumped into you and his nails dug into your hips. “This pussy belongs to me, got it?”

You moaned into your gag and nodded, feeling orgasm number 4 start to bubble as he fucked into you ferociously. You came on his cock and shuddered as pleasure racked through your body again. Gojo didn’t stop, instead groaning loudly as he pulled your legs onto his shoulders. He kept fucking you, his cock stretching you out with every thrust. “God your cunt is so wet, Little Red. So fucking horny for the Big Bad Wolf. So desperate to get fucked like a slut in the woods.” He was practically purring as he pounded you.

He slowed his pace to fumble for the keys he’d stuffed in his pocket, but even as he was uncuffing you he never actually slipped out, instead pulling you closer to keep you stuffed full while he worked. He tossed the cuffs aside and you flexed your arms. He stayed in you when he pulled the duct tape off and dislodged the underwear from your mouth. You were panting, feeling yet another orgasm starting to form. His hips thrust expertly, hitting your g-spot every time he pressed his hips against you. A fifth orgasm ripped through you and Gojo groaned as he felt you clench down around his cock.

“S-too much, Go” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head. “I can’t keep cumming.”

“Nonsense, baby. I know you’ve got another one in you. I love seeing you cum on this cock. Be a good slut for me.” Gojo was biting on your neck and whispering in your ears. You could hardly form a coherent thought, drunk on the feeling of your lovers cock throbbing inside of you. He looked you in the eyes and gripped your face, spitting in your mouth. “Swallow, baby” you followed his order obediently. “Good girl,” he purred. “You like this fucking cock, huh? No one can fuck you better than me. Tell me I’m the greatest dick you’ve ever had.”

“You’re the best! Ah, fuck!” You weren’t lying. Gojo was the best sex you’d ever had. No one even came close to the way he made you feel.

Gojo could feel himself getting close to cumming, but wanted to last just a little longer. He slowed his strokes down, making his pace leisurely and deliberate. It still wasn’t working. He pulled out, opting to drag your pussy to meet his face. He latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with vigor. You wrapped your legs around his head, burying his face in your cunt. He continued to work his magic, the sensitive bud in his mouth throbbing with pleasure.

“Ah! I’m gonna! Gonna cu-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as a sixth orgasm took over you. Gojo didn’t stop lapping as you came, sticking his tongue in your entrance to make sure he caught everything. Your legs were shaking at this point and your brain felt like it was melting. You’d never cum this many times in one sitting. The pleasure was otherworldly, but there was no time to breathe before Gojo was coaxing another one from you.

He looked up at you and grinned wide. “Fuck you taste so good, babe.” He lowered your legs and hips and then promptly flipped you onto your stomach. He grabbed your hips to meet his and plunged his cock into you again.

“Ah! Fuck, Gojo! Feels-sgood” you slurred, cock drunk.

“That’s what I like to hear” he growled, slamming your hips together. His pace was fast, relentless, almost aggressive. “You take me so well. Such a good slut. Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“You! It’s yours!”

“Damn right. I’m gonna make you mine forever. Gonna knock you up tonight, Red. You’ll look so fuckin’ pretty carrying my kids. Then everyone will know who you belong to.” Gojo moaned one last time as he held you against him. His cock twitched and you felt him flood inside of you. Hot cum filled you until you felt it start to drip down your thigh. The feeling of him cumming inside of you, and the thought of him breeding you sent you reeling into your seventh, and final, orgasm of the night. You panted and collapsed onto the blanket as Gojo pulled out.

“You did so good tonight, baby. I love you so much. Let’s clean up and go home, you deserve a hot bath.” Gojo murmured into your ear as he helped you up.

#my writing #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #jjk fanfiction #jjk x reader #Jjk Gojo #Jjk men #Jjk writer #jujutsu kaisen

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jell-0knight · 11 months ago

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Book 3 No Rest for the Wicked thought’s incoming and it’s long—

I was captivated by Kaderin since book 2, the premise of her losing all emotions turning her into a deadly killer mmmm yes. I see she struggles with coming to terms with feeling again ever since she met Sebastian but I’m still muddled, like, it doesn’t feel so obvious where she’s showing and not showing feelings, do you know what I mean? Being in her head vs what she’s showing the world are two different things and I can’t quite understand her. Especially because she’s undergoing this transition. I also thought the thought process behind this sacrifice would be more obvious idk. The whole idea of the Hie has me hooked and wait I need to say— Sebastian Wroth, I ADORE him!! Smart and sweet 🥺 he was ready to give up his life simply for the strong will he has against being a vampire, ugh, I love him. So far he’s a wonderful change from the same huge headed males hanging around this series, I love him! I mean he mastered tracing so fast simply for using his brain and look at this—

‘After grabbing insulated gloves and layers of clothes to go under a heavy trench coat, he noted the name of the store to send payment to and exited the same way’

So stinkin cute! I mean he stole some stuff from a store but still had the thought to pay them back even during the rush of this scene. It’s a tiny detail that managed to implicate his naturally good heart 🥺🥰

"You don't even know enough to know how ridiculous I find your words. I am proud and notoriously malicious, yet you think I'd allow you to make a gift of what I can rightly take?"— I love this girl. Shine, queen!

I want to get it off my chest that I adore the sisterhood between the Valkyries— Nyx’s reaction to seeing Kaderin’s death also Regin’s distress for both ugh pulled at my heartstrings and also Kaderin’s affection for Emma, so sweet, and their banter throughout the books, just perfect.

About the topic on lack of complexity and clarity behind Kaderin not feeling, I think I see now somewhat how this has affected the relationship in a unique way. I’d have to ponder on that to put into words, perhaps in a second reread, (which I will be doing since this book is quick to become close to a fave from the series). I think it has to do with the irony that Kaderin allowed him to steer close every time because of her lack of feeling while at the same time pushing him away for the same reason idk idk.

Okay the fact that Kaderin realizes she feels lonely and left out among her sisters, not because of any mean intent from them, but from her lack of emotions, it breaks my heart. I’m a sucker for this pain. When she feels grateful for a Sebastian for being there, unknowingly on his part, it makes me grateful for him as well, pulls at my heartstrings i tell ya.

I predict, now that Kaderin is going to die, that Sebastian’s resentment toward Nikolai for turning him when he wished to die because-not-dying-meant-more-than-just-fighting-to-stay-alive will be coming to a head. Possibly Sebastian will bring her back from death as he was brought back and these feelings will change. I’m compelled because I find that I personally agree with Sebastian, prefer to lose an existence in which I don’t have anything left to live for. But Kresley seems to head in the direction to change that so… hmmm.

‘He could win her. He would win her after tonight. He'd known he would be a good husband, a good father, but he'd wondered if he could satisfy her in bed. Now he felt confident he could, since she wasn't shy about what pleased her’ God, how she lets me know. He grinned against her, well aware that they slept on shredded sheets.— first of all... a good father, a good husband? ugh so stinkin cute!but also I like that his inexperience is addressed in this way and I like that it adds character to Kaderin after not showing emotion her showing it now is what is pushing him to be able to satisfy her and it’s believable due the his quickness and intelligence 🙌.

‘Without fail, he'd been kind to women. He'd shown them respect and courtesy. Without fail, he'd never had success with them.’— Sebastian says this right after recounting his sexual inexperience when he was younger and, see, it breaks my heart he was made to feel like a loser, the woman admitting in the worst way she was only having sex after losing a wage, and how he internalized this yet he still remains kind hearted 💔

LMAO no way Kaderin gave Regins number to a drug lord.

Okay I felt bad for Cindey for seeming to be the scapegoat girl to make Kaderin look so much better but to hear her crying about a baby does she want the time key to bring back her baby?? Instantly I need her to win idc idc idc idc fuck everyone else. Pages later I’m still conflicted about Cindey it’s just awful that whole part of why she might’ve wanted the key. I’ll just act as though when she said baby Kresley Cole might’ve meant like her baby gold fish or something ugh, bothersome.

It could just be the mood change after Cindey but the ending felt sort of fanfiction-y. Like Riora giving a second time key out of the goodness of her heart? Hmm sus. Goddesses don’t usually do these things. Also Riora being the one to have taken Kaderins sorrow and all the rest of feelings being accidental collateral? Also sus. Just tooo easy? And then not to mention this would put Riora in a position to be a compelling goddess character but I felt next to no curiosity or complexity for her other than feeling like she was a narrative tool.

Now about Kaderin’s death I felt sort of underwhelmed. I was hoping Sebastian would remain in the dark up until the actual death blow and absolute grueling angst would ensue and maybe even have him save her by turning her and make it a crazy twist to have her turn Vampire, although I’d have to check if is this is possible in the Lore of this world.., regardless, in canon he finds out some time before, and as a result it felt mid angst to me in which he makes an attempt to keep her from finishing the Hie but obviously despite being super intelligent he forgets some detail to push the story forward— I’m talking about the cuffs magicked to hold only vampires so Kaderin is able to escape— also the whole death scene was just sort of confusing to me, the actual battle scene itself. What do you mean his hand is stuck so he can’t move but then he moves forward to grab the cable Kaderin is dangling from?And then it was even extra confusing the part where the explanation of the Key and Time it was difficult for me to grasp the rules and constraints. Happy ending, but idk idk /: and then the part where Kaderin brings back her sisters— them acclimating— was made somewhat believable with the time off Kaderin had to take to help them but it still felt rushed, I mean, I understand the book must end somewhere. Finally, Kaderin herself she went from unfeeling to feeling and instead of the transition i should’ve been able to make out it felt like I was reading about a different character. Ack just super conflicted because I adored this book at first. Oh well in second reread we trust

#no rest for the wicked #iad #button’s rants and book thoughts

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sokkadora · 3 years ago

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Ok, just wanted to make sure! Can I get kissing, cuddling and general dating headcanons for Hunter? Thank you!

general dating hunter headcanons

summary: @the-chaotic-ferret requested: “Can I get kissing, cuddling and general dating headcanons for Hunter? Thank you!”

a/n: i am so tired but !!!! requests as written by a hungover teenager

warning(s): none !!

general headcanons

- ohhhh boy 😨

- this kid.

- this so so whipped for you

- it takes his hard head a while to process it but once he knows it becomes too obvious

- and then everyone but you know !!!! wooo obliviousness !!!!

- but once y’all start dating. you’re the dry hands to his sweaty hands

- he DEMANDS to wear his gloves while holding your hand during the first few weeks bc of it

- “(y/n) i will not hold this lovely hand of yours without my glove. i will not allow it”

- insert you as that one video of the dog that swallowed a bee

- he brings you flowers a lot i imagine 🤔

- like

- he found the flowers on his walk to your house

- and was late because one, he got lost, and two, he wanted to make sure the flowers were absolutely perfect for you

- this boy. loves the way you hold him when the two of you hug

- one of his favorite things

- and your constant reassurance that he’s a good boyfriend brings him to tears a lot

- after the events of any sport in a storm he’d be at your doorstep

- knocking on the door in the most neurodivergent way (there is no way this kid is neurotypical - a neurodivergent person)

- and when you open the door all sleepy and in your pjs

- he lifts you over his shoulder and plops you on the couch and starts rambling about his new friends and you help him set up a penstagram

- you’re his first follower and it makes him so happy 🙁

- after the events of hollow mind however 😨

- he comes over and cries into your shoulder until he fully dozes off

- and you wish more than anything that you could take his pain away

- overall 11/10 sweet boy would kiss on the cheek

kissing headcanons

- i picture that he doesn’t like pda very much

- even in jealous scenarios

- so if you do kiss in public it’s very quick so people don’t really bat an eye

- but when you’re in private zoowee mama 😨

- this man will kiss every part of you (not those parts nastys 🤨 he’s 16)

- he loves to kiss your forehead soooo much

- and loves how you squish his face and smile at him so fondly before planting a kiss on his lips

- he loves how warm your lips are

- is a sucker for that “can i try some of your chapstick?” and then you just kiss him thing

- he got a little dizzy

- you initiated the first kiss 100%

- idk how it would go down but he’d probably ask then start apologizing profusely at your stunned silence

- and you just “damn okay” and grab his collar and drag him down or up to kiss you

- maybe he did that thing where he kicks the one leg up while kissing you

- he’s dramatic but we love him !!!!!

cuddling headcanons

- hunter big/little spoon switch truthers unite

- he prefers to be held so tightly

- it’s nice for him to know that he’s safe with you

- the first time y’all cuddled i’m picturing he just puffed his chest and “i’m a Man 🤨 big spoon is a job for me 👹”

- then you held him and just. “nvm i am a changed person”

- loves laying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat

- it soothes him and is one of his only ways of easily getting to sleep

- if you’re friends with anyone in the bad girl coven and you wear the shirt hunter will not sleep on you

- he just >:O traitor

- olivia rodrigo was played that night god bless 😟

#golden guard x reader #the golden guard x reader #hunter toh x reader #toh hunter x reader #the owl house x reader #the owl house imagines #toh x reader #toh imagines #zoe's works #my works

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myobmaya · 3 years ago

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Hi! I’ve been following you for a while and loved your Nightmares fic! Idk why but I’m a total sucker for sadness tonight. Can you write some Eddie angst? Maybe a breakup but they get back together at the end? Thank you 💖

why are y’all wanting angst and why am I so down for it? are we okay? should we carpool to therapy together? anyways here ya go! ❤️ tysm for the support and I apologize for any grammar errors it’s 10:30 pm and I wrote this up real quick so it’s short and simple, I’ll be back in the AM to clean it up. in the meantime enjoy! ❤️

Eddie Munson x Reader (no specific gender)

TW: couple breaking up

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The empty beer bottles that littered the floor now lay in the garage can outside the house. The record that would normally be playing throughout the walls is tucked away inside its case next to the player soon to be collecting dust. Your clothes that were shoved into the wooden drawers are now neatly tucked away in the suitcase sitting by the door.

You didn’t mean to clean the messy house. Yet, you couldn’t bare to leave your home in the state it was. The subtle resemblance of your home that mirrored the state of your relationship.

It wasn’t fair to leave it like that to him deal with it.

It wasn’t fair to you to leave at all.

The soft rumbling of the car outside tears you from your thoughts. The clock on the wall confirms he’s off work and here as expected. You wait for him to walk through the doors. The inevitable coming to a head.

You sit at the table focusing on your breathing. You weren’t going to let him see your tears. Was it smart for you to have waited for him? It was evening time now and you were sure the street lights were to be turned in anytime now. You had plans to go back to your parents house until you figured out your next move. Maybe you should have just left and waited for him to hate your forever.

Your thoughts go wild and despite you wanting to run without him watching you, you know you owe him an explanation. Surely he knew the end of your relationship was coming. But after years of being with him you can’t stand the thought of just walking away without so much of a word as to why. Had you really thought this through?

On the opposite side of the door Eddie hesitates putting the key in the lock. His eyes close as he remembers this morning’s argument. Something about him missing a date? Was it a date? Fuck. No it was about him not helping around. Right? He takes a deep breath. He can’t even remember the full context of what the cause of the yelling for was this time but he’s tired of it.

He doesn’t want to live in the constant state of frustration.

He doesn’t want to carry on like this.

He wants things to go back to how they were. The way you two were two crazy teenagers in love. The people you were before life came and hit you both with reality checks.

The door opens and you stop breathing. His eyes look around the clean space. A change from the state it was hours earlier. You feel your chest grow tight watching as he looks around the floor. He know somethings off. The house is clean but it’s silent. Too silent. You’re silent.

His eyes fall to your suitcase. He meets your gaze and the wall you spent the past hour building tumbles down. Tears immediately burn but you swallow them down. Eddie’s hand meets his hip while the other runs down his face as a humorless chuckle fills the air.

There was nothing funny about this. He doesn’t know why he laughs. He doesn’t know what to do at all.

You look down at your hands biting back tears. He sees the way your shoulders struggle to stand tall. The way you dig your nails into your hands to hold onto some sort of strength. Strength he no longer gives you. He sees you holding back your emotions. You don’t want him to see the hurt. You used to be so open with him and now he watches as you fight yourself to remain stoic.

You’ve blocked yourself out. You cut him out.

You no longer where the care free person he met all those years ago. When did you slip away? When did he stop noticing?

It’s then he realizes he’s the reason for this. He’s the reason this is happening. Eddie takes a moment to himself and finally shut up as a sob replaces the laugh.

Tears gleam in his eyes but he doesn’t wan you to them. He shrugs his coat off and throws it on the couch. You keep your eyes down as he make his way over. He pulls out the chair from beside of you and sits down. A million questions go through his brain but he can only think of one.

“Do you still love me?”

It’s a genuine question. Not an ounce of malice is behind it. Just sadness. His question breaks the damn of the emotions you try to hold in. You’re quick to wipe away the tears. Eddie stares at you.

He watches you break down. He wants to comfort you. Tell you that he’s sorry and that everything will be alright.

But instead Eddie sucks in a breath as he leans back in the chair. An arm crosses his chest as the other runs down his face. He looks up at the ceiling. You look up at him.

“Loving you isn’t the issue, Eddie. Fighting you is and I can’t do it anymore.”

The sound of your sniffle breaks Eddie from his trance as the reality set in. His eyes met yours and for the first time in a long time he no longer sees frustration in your eyes. He sees the sadness replace the light that used to shine so bright. Eddie was never good with words but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t use them.

“Answer the question,” you go to cut him of but he stops you. “Because I know for a fact that I love you. I know that because even when we go to bed fighting the moment I see you in the morning and you kiss me goodbye I know we’re gonna be okay. You’re the biggest pain in my ass but god damn you’re the one I want to come home too.”

“Eddie-“

“No. No.” He shakes his head waving his hands. He needs you to hear what he has to say. He’a loved you for half his life and he’s going to continue to do so even if you walk out out of his life.

Eddie looks up at the ceiling again and then meets your watery eyes. “I don’t want to fight anymore,” Eddie whispers. His hands are now holding onto your shaky ones. He turns them over to lace your fingers with his. He didn’t care that they lay limp against the hold he has.

“I’m not going to fight you. We’ve done enough of that and I don’t want us to continue on,” he starts again. “But I will fight for you to stay and we work this out.”

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kryptonitejelly · 3 years ago

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I'm a big sucker for yearning and pining trope so reading your blurbs that contains those makes me go 🥰 haha so i have a blurb request!

say reader has been pining and yearning over aaron for so long and decided to tell him about reader's true feelings but reader didn't know that aaron is currently seeing someone :") he's all sorry and apologetic towards the reader :( after the 'rejection', reader ask for transfer request to another department bc as much as the reader try to not get affected, it still hurts :( reader and aaron separated (for idk how many years and months it's up to you) and they met again due to the clashing department has to work tgt on a case, aaron tried to tell the reader that back then his reasoning to 'reject' the reader is that he had a fear of being in a relationship w someone whose line of work is just as dangerous he is 😞 as much as he wanted to try it w the reader back then he couldn't do it thus he tried to be in a relationship w someone outside his field of job. the ending is up to you whether it will be angst or fluffy or whatever!! thank you and sorry if the blurb comes out messy im not really good writing out ideas :((((

A/N: nawh baby, its ok, the idea is greattt and came off really well but i’m not too sure if i did it enough justice 🤨

Your heart is hammering in your chest, the rapid thumping audible in your ears, as you walk into the BAU. A small wistful smile flickers across your face as you look around, taking into account the familiar layout.

“Look who is back.” You hear Derek before you see him emerging from around the corner.

“Last time I was here you were still in the bullpen.” You tease as you open your arms while simultaneously stepping into his. “I see someone has an office now.”

He laughs and shrugs as he squeezes you tight. “Acting as Hotch’s stand in for a few months had its perks.”

You laugh as Derek draws away, winking at you, but you feel your heart sink at the name “Hotch”.

It had been 2 years away from the BAU, 2 years since your transfer out to cybercrimes, but the sting of rejection was something not so easily forgotten.

(“I’m seeing someone, her name is Beth.”

“Oh…..”

“(Y/N)-”

“Forget I said anything Aaro- Hotch.”

“Can we - ”

“Just forget it. I gotta go.”)

“They couldn’t drag you out of the room huh?”

“They tried.” He winks, reciprocating your banter as he goes in for a side hug, squeezing your shoulders lightly. “Good to have you back, even if only temporary.”

Your lips part as you begin to respond when a flurry of voices exclaiming your name take over. You turn, releasing yourself from Derek’s half hug to find the rest of the team tumbling in through the glass doors, JJ, Spence, Emily, Dave, Penelope and following up behind them, an unreadable expression on his face, Aaron. It makes your heart seize and belly sink when he catches your eye over Emily’s shoulder as she pulls you in for a hug, offering you a tentative smile.

(“You wanted to see me?”

“You put in a transfer request.”

“I did, cybercrimes.”

“If this is about…”

“It isn’t.”

“You are good at the work we do here, I - the team won’t want to lose you.”

“I’ve thought it through Hotch.”)

“(Y/N).”

“Hotch.” You extend your arm to grasp his in a quick handshake. You read the small shifts in his expression, the pause before he shakes your hand, the moment of thought which is accompanied by a twitch in his cheek, and small flare of his nostrils as he finally extends his hand to meet yours, not liking it but going with the flow.

(“These are the last of my files.”

“Can I get you to change your mind?”

“I think the change will be a good one for me.”

“I … - You know where to find us if you ever change your mind.”)

You press your thumbs to your temples, as you duck your head down, eyes staring intently at the papers spread out in front of you, your eyes searching for the pattern you needed to find but could not.

“I hope you haven’t changed the way you take your coffee.”

A paper cup slides into view on the table beside you.

“Two splendas and a dash of milk.” You confirm, eyeballing the cup before looking up to meet Aaron’s eyes. “Thanks Hotch.” You manage to push out after a pause. You had been avoiding him ever since you had stepped back into the BAU, keeping the conversation minimal, and busying yourself with everyone else and the case.

“I liked it better when you used to call me Aaron.” His quiet admission surprises you, but you school your features as you spring the coffee cup to your lips, offering no response.

He slides into the chair beside you, and you look around.

“Where is everyone else?”

“They went back to the hotel, I told them I would wait for you.”

“You didn’t have to Hotch.”

“I’m not letting you go back alone.” He offers you a small smile, fingers smoothing down his tie, and you let yourself look at him, taking in the shadows under his eyes, the five o clock shadow appearing on his jaw, - he was tired.

“I’m done, we can go.” You stand, packing up your papers.

(“Are you leaving because of Aaron?”

“Rossi… what, did he say something to you.”

“He said nothing, but you both manage to say plenty without saying anything. We aren’t all blind you know.”

“I read it wrong.”

“I don’t think you did bella. It just…. It isn’t so simple for him. He’s been though alot.”

“I know.”)

“I broke up with Beth.” He confesses suddenly, breaking the silent hum of the SUV along the road.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You tighten your fingers into a fist in your lap, your eyes trained on the passing street lamps outside the window. You catch a flicker of him glancing at you through the reflection against the window which the night brings.

“You never replied any of my texts.” He refers to the few texts he had sent you now and then, checking up on you.

“I’ve been busy.” Your reply is short, clipped, and it causes silence to fall over the both of you.

“I was afraid.” His voice is raw, quiet, real and it makes you turn to look at his side profile as he keeps his eyes trained on the road in front of him.

“Afraid?” You echo, letting yourself hope.

“Of being with someone who face the same dangers as I do.” You are silent, and he continues. “I was afraid of feeling like I had everything, only to lose it all again.”

The car rolls to a stop in the hotel’s parking garage, and you find yourself looking straight at him, his eyes holding yours, yours searching his. Your heart is hammering against the edge of your ribs.

“What are you saying Hotch.”

“That I was a fool 2 years ago,” you see the fire behind his eyes, “and I shouldn’t have let you walk out of my office, on us, on me.”

He reaches across the center console of the SUV, his hand slipping over your fists and you let him, letting yourself and emotions unfurl.

“I would like to get to know you again if you’ll let me.” His hand tightens around yours.

“Ok.” Is all you manage to whisper.

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cowboyb1ues · 3 years ago

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please can you write some friends to lovers?? I absolutely adore your writing! 🤍

Like maybe you’ve always been around and deep down there’s always been feelings and like Chelsea win the prem or something and Mason just sees you with his fam in his shirt and he’s like yeah it’s always been you 😭😭 sorry if it’s dumb idk but I’m a sucker for anything friends to lovers

For a while

bff it’s not dumb, i too am a sorry sucker for any friends to lovers. I hope this does your idea justice. And thank you so much <333 sending you all the love and kisses in the world. No hate to any Liverpool supporting girlies out there, they were just the first team that came to mind.

Also, I couldn’t get how bf Mason looked today out of my head, so that is how he looks like in this piece, in my head at least 😌

Also also, i hate the title so i might change it later idk 🤪

A fic about Mason realising he has fallen head over heels for his best friend of twenty years.

Mason Mount x fem!reader (3.0k)

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His chest was heaving. He could feel the droplets of sweat trail their way down his forehead only to get lost in his brows or be wiped away with his sleeve.

With a quick glance up to the screen he saw that there were only minutes left. Only minutes left to get a goal to avoid penalties. Only minutes left until the winner was found.

The game had been a hectic one, just as they had all assumed. With the premier league trophy so close within their reach both teams seemed to have dialled the energy up to a hundred.

Liverpool had snagged a goal in the first half leaving the Blues to push harder than they had thought possible. After an encouraging halftime with a well needed pep talk from Azpi and Tuchel the boys had marched back out on the pitch with more vigour than before.

Kanté had scored only minutes into the second half, leaving the stadium booming with glee and despair.

And now they only had minutes left.

He stood on the other side of the pitch as Timo came running, the ball between his feet with experted ease. Any sound other than his own heavy breathing was lost to his ears as he watched his teammate pass the ball to Reece.

It was as if the entire stadium was at a standstill, no one daring to take a breath or blink. Mason stilled as he watched Reece kick the ball and send it flying over the heads of the opposite team.

Every eye in the spilling stadium was on the ball as it flew through the air and landed in the top corner, far out of reach from the keeper’s hands.

Once the realisation of the goal kicked in he was quick to sprint over to where Reece was sliding across the grass. Many of the team had already jumped on top of him and out of his peripheral he could see the guys from the bench tumbling over each other in celebration.

It was theirs. They had climbed their way up from the bottom after a bad start to the season and now the trophy was theirs. The smiles on all the boys’ faces were blinding and he could feel one being mirrored on his own lips.

They turned and saw Tuchel hugging all of the boys on the bench, everyone on the Chelsea team delighted and bursting with pride and happiness.

When the sound of the final whistle echoed the place erupted. There were tears mixed with sweat running down the cheeks of players, some from elation others from devastation.

There were hugs passed around, claps on the back and yells of triumph. He felt as if his heart was on the verge of bursting as he watched the boys he pridefully called his brothers celebrate.

Some of them laid on the ground rolling around in hugs while others were walking around and clapping along with the shouting fans.

He himself stood in the middle of the pitch with flushed cheeks and a nose that mimicked Rudolph's. His hands were resting on the top of his head, his hair matted down on his forehead with a gleaming gold medal hanging heavy around his neck.

He let his eyes glide over the happy faces in the stance before they trailed down to the family box. He saw his teammates’ families celebrate with each other. Children itching to hug their fathers and partners longing for a congratulatory kiss.

In the masses he spotted his own parents with smiles that looked like his own splitting their faces. When he caught their eyes they were quick to wave, arms over their heads and lost shouts of congratulations.

He waved back as he felt one of his teammates wrap their arm around his shoulders and he turned to look at Kai. Mason heard him whisper that the winning ceremony was about to begin and that they should get over to the makeshift podium. He gave a small nod of understanding and turned to give his parents a final wave. But when his eyes found them again he was shocked to see two other familiar faces had joined them.

His brother stood with a beaming grin and gave him two thumbs up when they locked eyes and next to him stood you.

You with your hair pulled back from your face in that way that he had always thought looked so pretty. You, who was wearing the shirt he had given you at the start of the season over a white turtleneck. You with your black mittens that you never left the house without in the winter months. You with your beaming grin that never failed to make his stomach flip a little.

You had said you couldn’t make it. That uni was keeping you busy and that not everyone had the time schedule of a world class footballer. You had said you would be watching the stream while you finished the plethora of essays that had been piling up.

And though saddened at the fact that you wouldn’t have been able to make it, Mason still had found himself smiling with a bit of joy at the thought of you at home in your apartment with his shirt on while typing away.

But the sight before him was so much better than the one that had lived in his head ever since you broke the news.

Because there you were, with you bright smile and gleaming eyes celebrating the team, celebrating the boys, celebrating him.

At the moment he wanted nothing more than to sprint across the field to hug you. He wanted to hear you mumble how well he played into his shoulder while his arms winded tightly around your waist.

But before he could act on his instinct Kai pulled him over to where the rest of the boys were getting into position.

The cameras were flashing and the shouts elated as they raised the trophy with the confetti flying over their heads.

He finally managed to make his way over to where the families were being led onto the pitch and he had to manoeuvre his way between running children and players alike, everyone wanting to celebrate with the ones they loved the most.

His mum was quick to catch him in an embrace, his dad joining them soon after. He could feel the familiar tears starting to press behind his eyes as he buried his head into the crook of his mother’s neck as they told him how proud they were of him.

He accepted the kisses that were pressed to his cheek from his mother and the ruffling of his sweaty hair from his father before he made his way over to his brother.

“Congratulations bro,” he heard Lewis whisper with a firm slap to his shoulder blade.

Mason broke free from the hug and gave his brother a big smile as he said: “thanks mate.”

And before he knew it, the time had come to you.

You were standing with your mitten covered hands clasped together in front of your chest and tears threatening to fall in your beautiful eyes. He was quick to wrap his arms tight around your waist like he had longed for earlier. He buried his nose in the hair above your ear and breathed in the smell of your shampoo that hadn’t changed in all the time he had known you.

“I’m so proud of you,” you mumbled into his shoulder, not seeming to mind the smell of sweat that lingered on him.

He just squeezed you tighter instead of giving a response and smiled to himself when you let out a little squeal when he lightly lifted you off of your feet. He put you down on your feet again as the sounds around you dimmed.

The feeling of having you in his arms was not something new. He couldn’t even begin to think of the number of hugs the two of you had shared in the twenty year long friendship. But lately the hugs felt different. He wanted to bury his nose deeper into whatever part of you he could, wanting to get absorbed in the smell and feel of you.

And if he was honest, everything had started to feel a little bit different. Of course, he had always thought you were pretty, he wasn’t blind, but in the last year it was as if you had blossomed to something greater right before his very eyes.

Your eyes suddenly shined like jewels that he was sure were worth more than anyone could ever afford. Your smile and the slightly crooked front teeth were things he was sure that were used as inspiration for the greatest masterpieces of all time. Your kindness and attentiveness warmed his heart beyond compare and he strived to be just a fraction as good as you.

The love he had stored for you was at the brink of spilling over and he didn’t know what to do with it anymore. But the love was different than it had been before.

He was sure he loved you when you cheered on him at his games when you were just kids. Along with when you agreed to go to the prom with him just so you both didn’t have to go through the hassle of finding someone to go with. He loved you when you reluctantly gave up your maths notes to him because you were always so much smarter than he would ever be.

He loved you when you had run your fingers through his hair when he had broken up with his girlfriend and had trouble even getting off the sofa for most days. He loved you when he saw you interact with his family and how you fitted in like a missing jigsaw piece.

He had known you since you were three and you moved into the house next to his and he was sure he had loved you ever since.

But the love he felt as he held you tight in the stadium where he had just won the premier league was not the same as when you showed him the extra quid you had saved so you could both get a snack from the corner store when you were ten.

This love had swept him off his feet and had left him falling down the rabbit hole. The fall seemed never ending but in the distance he could make out the shape of you and he was sure he could hear the distant sound of you giggling, as pretty as a string of pearls or the sunlight when it came through the tinted windows of a cathedral.

And he didn’t mind falling if it led to you.

As these thoughts swam in his head he felt you pull away from him the slightest so you could get a good luck of his face.

Your hands came down from around his neck and landed on his freshly shaven cheeks so you could warm them up a bit with your knit covered hands.

“Look at you!” You exclaimed happily as you squeezed his cheeks together slightly, grinning broadly at the pout that formed on his lips. “A champion!”

He just laughed at your words and leaned his head into one of your hands as you started to rub it against his skin slightly.

“How many of your friends can say that their best friend is a premier league winner?” he asked teasingly when you had removed your hands from his face, his eyes lingering and silently longing for them to return to their rightful place.

“Well,” you said as he reluctantly dropped his arms from around your waist as you took a small step back. “There’s Dec,” you started to tick off on your fingers, even though he couldn’t see it through the mittens, “then Ben, but he’s also a premier league champion so I don’t know if that counts.” You furrowed your brows slightly as you tried to think of anyone else, “that’s two and all in all I think that’s a good bit.”

“I hate you,” he just shook his head at you as you wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders so you could turn the two of you so you could look out on the pitch and the still celebrating team.

“I hate you too,” you smiled up at him, “especially because you shaved. I thought we had gone back in time and we were sixteen again or something.”

He pulled a face as he looked down on you and subconsciously rubbed his hand over his freshly shaven face.

“The beard was itching,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Dumb,” you just said, “anyway, can I please get a picture of you with the trophy? I promised my dad I would get one if you won.”

“What do you mean if?” He faked offence as he helped you out on the pitch and signalled to his family that you would return to them shortly, their faces just wistful and knowing as they watched the pair of you wander off.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed and looked up at him while rolling your eyes slightly, “when you won of course.”

“Much better,” he hummed as he led you over to where some of his teammates were taking pictures.

“How are you not freezing?” you asked as you stood and patiently waited for Mason to get the trophy. You were shuffling from side to side, jumping a bit every now and then to keep warm.

“Some of us don’t have piss poor blood circulation and are actually capable of not freezing to death,” he said nonchalantly without giving you a second glance and from his peripheral he could see you glare up at him and silently mimic his words.

“Fuck off,” you huffed and shoved him forwards when it was finally his turn. Behind you his family had come up to you and watched as you snapped multiple pictures of Mason with the trophy.

You insisted on getting a picture of them all together, with Mason right in the middle with the trophy and his beaming smile.

When you had enough pictures to fill an entire photo album his mum insisted that she should get one of the two of you as well.

Mason pulled you firmly into his side with an arm thrown over your shoulder and yours wrapped around his waist while the trophy stood at your feet.

Mason smiled brightly for the camera and he couldn’t figure out if the broadness of the smile was from the trophy at his feet, his family in front of him or the feeling of you glued to his side.

He turned his head slightly so he could see you smile brightly for the camera, your eyes crinkling in the way that he so adored and your gloss painted lips stretching for miles.

You tilted your own head up to look at him, your smile becoming smaller but nonetheless sincere.

Suddenly it had changed into one he found painted on his own all too often when he was around you. The slight slope of the lips and the flushing of the cheeks was something he was all too familiar with.

And if he wasn’t deceiving himself he swore he could see a glint in your eyes that hadn’t been there before, at least not that he’d noticed.

Feeling the win and love pump through his body with every heartbeat he chanced it and started to slowly lean forward, head tilting down slightly to close the distance.

His heart fluttered like a hummingbird when he saw you tilt your head as well, both of you forgetting the setting and the fact that his family is merely metres away from you.

He closed his eyes and made the final dip. His lips found yours with ease, your lip gloss painting his as he pressed forward. He twisted his body and leaned further into you in search of more. He kept one arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you firmly against his chest, his free hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

He smiled into the dance of lips and tongues when he felt you wrap your free arm around him as well. He broke the kiss when he felt your smile starting to form and he bumped his nose carefully against yours.

He opened his eyes to see your eyes still closed, but a smear of makeup around your lips that he was sure was matching what he had on his face.

He smiled down at you when you opened your eyes slowly, a slight haze to them that he was sure he could get used to seeing after every kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he mumbled softly and pressed a small kiss against your cheek, the familiar territory calming his racing heart the slightest bit.

You nudged your nose into his soft cheek, encouraging him to turn his face towards you. When he did you rewarded him with another small kiss, this one calmer than the first one.

“Well I’m glad,” you hummed when you pulled away from him and the smile you gave him was enough to lighten the entirety of London, he was sure. “I’ve also been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Good,” he nodded his head as a smile kept growing.

“Good,” you nodded as well and laughed before giving your best friend a hug.

“I’ve been waiting for that for a while,” a voice suddenly spoke, breaking the two of you out from your little cocoon of adoration.

You both turned with wide eyes to see his family standing with sly smiles and twinkling eyes, his mother holding the phone up, sure to catch the moment that she had been waiting for to happen since you were both fifteen. Lewis stood with his arms folded confidently over his chest and a self satisfied grin on his face.

“Fucking took you long enough, you’ve been in love with her for fucking ages.”

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dawn-iscozy · 4 months ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ iv: teaser ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ fallin’ for you ” - colbie caillat ♡ " kiss me " - ed sheeran ♡

SUMMARY: rora wasn't sure how she ended up in this situation - a spicy, sweet relationship with 8 wonderful men, one of them being a coworker, all of them being friends with each other. one night, it was just her and her cat. one night it was her being coerced by her co-workers to go out with them after work. one night, it was them abandoning her at the door and two very attractive men walking up to her at the bar. one night, it was her going home with them, having the best sex of her life. and next thing she knew, one night turned into two, into a whole weekend, into her meeting and consequently falling for the rest of their friend group.

all she did know, though, was that she was loving it. loving them, how she feels with them. and she wouldn't change a single thing about it.

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i'm still on the brink of denial about it). implied queer oc. loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses. things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but like, I'm a sucker for these men and for the way I've written them and I just can't stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn't make any sense, I'm going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in this part and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off).

TEASER WORD COUNT: 670/6.5k

CHAPTER WARNINGS: wooyoung + walking through the city vibes + cats + brief cafe + coffee and rain; this is really random and obvious filler and just meant to explore the characters and their one on one dynamics for a change; there was much debate on whether this should actually be san or not, but changed it to wooyoung cause i feel it matches with him better

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

iv: even in the falling rain

“It’s cozy,” he remarked.

She grinned, stepping immediately over to the window by her bed, pulling the blinds to allow her plants to have some sunlight and swinging it open to air the place out a little. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked, stepping back over to the kitchen area, where Wooyoung was lingering, still glancing around her small apartment. He shook his head, and she nodded. “You can sit on the sofa or look around. I’m going to shower really quick.”

He simply nodded, walking over to examine the things she had hung up on the wall beside her bed. Leaving him to it, she stumbled into the bathroom and swung the door shut before commencing what had to be the quickest shower she had ever taken in her life. She barely waited for the water to warm up, and went through only the essentials of her usual shower routine. Toweling herself off a mere ten to fifteen minutes later and searching for some clothes. She settled on her comfiest pair of ripped black jeans and threw a new hoodie back on, mourning the loss of San’s, but it unfortunately needed a wash after her romp with Woo and Yunho and a long night of sleep.

Rora held her towel around her shoulders, hopping from foot to foot to slide socks on as she came out of the bathroom. The sight of Wooyoung still examining the things on her wall, now perched on her bed, brought her to a pause in her frantic movements. He looked good in her space, especially with his hair still messy and his obviously well-worn sweatshirt drooping down in the front to reveal a tempting bit of the tan skin stretched over his collarbones. He blended right into the warm creams and earthy sages and splashes of black of her apartment, looking just as fluffy as her numerous blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Just about as lively as the plants lining her window sills.

She wondered how the others would look in her home, and she figured they would all fit the space well in their own ways. Her cheeks warmed, and she shook her head. She literally just met three of these four men - it’s a bit too early in knowing them to be feeling any kind of attachment. Right?

Rora blinked, head tilting as she shifted from one foot to the other, paused in any coming thoughts when she saw her cat at Wooyoung’s feet, his tail swaying from side to side in the way it does before he jumps up onto something. A giggle bubbled up when he did just that, Wooyoung startling with a brief shout. She watched as he grinned down at the now purring kitty kneading at his lap. “Oh, hello,” he murmured, petting the patch of white between his brown ears. His eyes glanced up, and he smiled at her. “Who’s this?” he asked.

“That,” she said, walking over to settle on the bed beside Wooyoung, “is Teddy.”

“Hello, Teddy,” Wooyoung said, leaning down so that the cat, now pawing at his chest, could nuzzle at his chin. “He’s an affectionate little guy, hmm?”

“He’s usually a bit more reserved around new people, but I guess he likes you.” she mused. “Do you have a cat of your own?”

He shook his head but started fishing his phone from his pocket, one hand still stroking down Teddy’s back. “San has one. Byeol,” he said with a proud little look on his face, turning his screen toward her to show a picture of the cat looking up at the camera. “She stays with his family, though.”

“She’s pretty,” she said, absentmindedly reaching out to stroke down Teddy’s face, happiness trilling through her when he nuzzled his cold little nose against her hand, sharp little teeth nibbling at her skin. “Of course not prettier than you, baby,” she cooed, leaving a kiss on his soft head.

She laughed when he meowed at her. “Are you hungry, Teddy baby?”

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mercurytrinemoon · 4 years ago

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Another post on Moon signs you can drag me for

Before we get into the actual thing, I'd like to say this post initially started as something else but ultimately, what I tried to put across is, sometimes Moon signs aren’t that easy to decipher. It’s easy to grasp overall characteristics of the signs and then learn how to identify their specific traits. But what people seem to forget it that Moon represents the deepest side of us & our inner world - it’s uncommon to really see someone’s side of it unless you really pay attention. Sometimes I’m surprised to see what someone’s Moon sign is even if I know this person well. Meaning, people usually hide that part of them - or they just simply process it internally and others can’t see their emotional reactions. It’s also uncommon for folks these days to fully express their emotional needs so it gets even trickier to pin-point their Moon characteristics. I don't think I have to mention this but, of course, your entire chart should be taken into account, as well as house placement, aspects. Personally, I like to also look at Moon's dispositor.

Let’s start from my friends, Gemini Moons, who, I feel, get a bad rep for not showing their feelings and scanning every emotion like an AI. Nah-ah. I know this one Gemini Moon whose immediate emotional reactions aren’t very cerebral in the sense of processing everything in the mind and intellectualizing it aka, what people like to label as being un-emotional. Instead her reactions are often fast (air energy) but physically expressed through Mercury (Gemini Moon’s dispositor) and Sun (overall identity) – she has them both in Aries. She’s a crybaby who can burst into tears in a matter of seconds. So she’s not something that would stereotypically be assigned to a Gemini Moon. But what I did notice is that all Gemini Moons tend to have this weird look on their face when they’re processing stuff. As if they were about to have a brain malfunction; they stop and have that specific worried look. They also like to either gossip or tell stories (either real or made up lol); they’re great with words - they can talk for hours if they feel comfortable with you. They just crave interaction and mental stimulation. Their quick reactions tend to make them effortlessly witty. Even if they’re a withdrawn Gemini type, they make up for it through social media and technology or just a quiet exploration. My shy Cancer pal with Moon in Gemini is now a brand/website designer and an instagram queen who travels the world. This is great energy for content creators in general. And don’t forget that Geminis need to have their fingers in many pies. It’s because they always have a backup plan… and they get bored easily so they need that chaos around them to feel at home. They like to have options in everything, which is kind of funny cause it’s hard for them to make up their minds and actually choose something. And they store a lot of information in their brains… I feel like it must be exhausting, no?

On the other side of the axis, whenever I see someone with a Sagittarius Moon, I can immediately say “yup, a Sag Moon indeed” (probably thanks to my Sag stellium), meaning, they all seem the same to me. Sag Moons often find comfort in exploration - best if it’s literal travel. They always seem to need to free themselves from their surroundings, family, roots or their own culture to discover something new and exciting, even if it’s only in the imaginary words - through books, movies and other medias. Their happiness always lies somewhere else from where they currently are. Like, I think all Sagittarius Moons that I know have left their parents and went their own paths early on. And they have this yolo attitude. Just like Sagittarius Suns, they’re massive dorks, probably also obnoxious… sometimes in a REALLY annoying way. They’re either a) very wise and curious b) lil preachy and stuck up c) just plain dumb clowns with no filter. But they’re all funny. And they take things lightly, with a natural ease. This means sometimes they may offend other people just because they assume everyone’s as chill as they are; „relax! I was just kidding!” - that’s a phrase you’ll hear from them often… I mean, unless you’re a jokester yourself and you’re unmoved by their sarcastic or teasing words. They have somewhat spiritual or philosophical nature so besides making you laugh, be prepared for deep monologues. They want to believe everything will eventually fall into place. It’s also hard to bring them down - or I should say, it’s hard to make them acknowledge that they're feeling down - they always try to distract or cover it up with a joke, usually a self-depricating one. If Sagittarius Moon (or Sagittarius in general tbh) is telling you that they’re unhappy, then it’s serious.

I’ve noticed there comes a point in life for a Libra Moon where they just have enough. They’re too nice for everyone and one day they wake up and yell about how they have to do everything for everyone and everyone wants something from them and bLah bLah. Makes me think of when Bieber was this overly nice kid and then he was like “I’M NOT TAKING PICTURES WITH FANS ANYMOREEEE AAGhJFJFUWIUq”. Yup, a Libra Moon, everyone. They know how to charm and appeal to people, I think overall they’re easily liked by others. Sometimes it’s simply because they like to kiss people’s ass just to avoid being rejected. That’d be a Libra Moon’s nightmare. They like other people’s company too much. And they thrive in relationships and in a big circle of friends. What they hate is confrontations (like every other Libra placement omg). They may be good mediators when it comes to other people but if they’re involved in an argument they get sooooo passive aggressive. They just don’t know how to handle conflicts - it’s as if their nervous system wasn’t designed for emotional outbursts (because, you know, everything needs to be peaceful and harmonious Venus-style). A fussy or angry Libra Moon will suddenly get loud as they blame someone for something… and then they’ll leave the room cause they’re scared to even hear the other side of the argument. Or, alternatively, they’ll make a doormat out of themselves just to stay quiet and avoid causing any rift. And making decisions? I think it’s common for them to have two different romantic interests and feeling so dramatically torned between them *Alexa play Agony from Into the Woods*. Then when they decide, they have problems breaking the bad news to one of them.

On the other end we have Aries Moons. *deep breath* Listen, I think I’ve said enough about having Moon in Aries (or rather purely dissing it) but last time it made a bit of controversy so why not wreak even more havoc. I have a good description for this one: I will punch you but be gentle with me cause it’s easy to break my fragile heart. So basically, imagine putting Buttercup and Bubbles into one person. And honestly, I need to say this, women with this placement are just hot badasses, look at friggin Angelina Jolie. The queen of badass. The queen of hot. People say because Aries folks move quickly (literally and figuratively lol), they often get bored with whatever got them excited last week... or yesterday. Ha, yeah, right. You get their heart to open up and they’re going to have their eyes for you ONLY, like a lil puppy. Give us treats and we’ll build our world around you. But NOT in a clingy way by any means, we need our space and independence after all. My lil niece is an Aries Moon and ever since I started playing guitar with her, she became my #1 fan or something. That’s the energy. But we get easily bored with day-to-day stuff so yeah, there’s that. Innocent and clumsy yet raw in their emotions - so there’s potential to make mistakes sometimes (or a lot of times) or having this tunnel vision, like „I want this and I don’t care about anything else!”. And then excusing it with some „but the heart wants what it wants” crap (looking @ ya, Selena Gomez). They experience constant inner movement and turbulence that needs a physical outlet in order to feel satisfied. WE NEED PASSION IN OUR LIVES, OKAY?!?!?? now leave me alone

Aquarius Moons aren’t as cold as you might think. People like to describe them as if their Moons actually disappeared from their charts: dEtaCheD, uNeMotiOnaL, tHey fEeL nOtHinG. It’s just they don’t sit and dwell on things, they find solutions to the problems. If something doesn’t make them feel right, they just leave that situation. They do care about other people’s well-being, they’re very sensitive in that regard, they’re humanitarians after all. Yeah, they detach, but from their own emotions - in order to make sense of them. They may seem like snow queens sometimes (and this comes from an Aqua rising) but they’re really friendly and if you pique Aqua Moon’s interest, they’re going to be curious about you. They like new exciting things so if you’re cool enough, you have their attention. Usually they’re pretty progressive as well and can’t stand injustice. That’s why you’ll see them standing up for those who are in need. Uranian energy gives them a specific type of sharp intuition and wit. Idk they’re just cute in a quirky way. But this buzzing, fast energy is a great recipe for anxiety, over-thinking and frequent changes of heart. Similarly to Sadges, they need constant exploration and stimuli. Intelligent, people-oriented (but not people-pleasing! Look to Libras for that), individualistic. They definitely need their own space and independence. Their decision-making is fast and it’s easy for them to just say „screw it, I’m doing this”. My Aquarius Moon friend just casually decided that she’s moving to Turkey cause nothing in our city (or even country) seems interesting or helping her expand… So she was like, see ya suckers, I’m leaving.

Leo Moons shine from within. You’ll spot them from a mile away even if they’re on the shyer side. They’re all lil stars no matter their profession. Very expressive people & easily excitable. Art galleries, live shows, theater - they love a creative environment even if they don’t pursue that lifestyle themselves... One of my Leo Moon friends is an art junkie – suggest taking her to an obscure play at the local bar, a music festival, a weird museum – she’ll say yes in the blink of an eye. And she loves discussing these things. A Leo Moon may not see themselves as artistically inclined, but usually sooner or later they at least try dipping their toes in music, arts, acting, dancing... you name it. They’ll learn a simple 3-chord song on a ukulele and then play it to you in excitement. Imagine a lil kid making you a puff piece and being super proud of it. Sometimes they just need some encouragement. Remember, Leos feed off of praise, that’s their fuel. Doesn’t mean they’re all proud, egotistical people but what it does mean is that they need a lil assurance to gain their self-confidence. I lived with a Leo Sun/Moon for almost 15 years (who’s a musician btw so yeah, a classic creative Leo type) - he did have some issues lol but ego wasn’t one of them. Drama followed him everywhere but I’m pretty sure he disliked it himself. BUT, with that being said, I feel like Leo Moons tend to dramatize themselves internally. People say it’s something Virgos or Geminis would do - because of their tendency to overthink, but Leos can just go straight to a worst-case scenario in their heads simply because they exaggerate everything. So don’t be surprised to see a Leo Moon feeling down and anxious. On the bright side, be their cheerleader and they’ll give that to you in return. They need sparks and dullness kills their upbeat spirit. They need to feel their own heartbeat so the feeling of excitement is crucial for their well-being. Romantic, giving and kind. They’re fixed fire so once they’re set on something or someone, they give their all and are rather loyal.

I feel like my chart low-key tells me I should dislike Taurus Moons but I just want to melt in their arms and just stay there? Like, forever? Low maintenance but a bit slow-moving and stubborn. They won’t settle easily, at least not officially, so you need to have a lot of patience with them. They need 3 things to feel secure and at peace: physical stimuli, time and a stable place they know they can always come back to. And it’s not like all of them are total lazy homebodies, they may be active spirits & travellers but they are going to have a reallyyyyy nice cosy flat somewhere near their childhood place (gotta be be close to their moms, you know). Not necessary materialistic but they may have one thing that they collect throughout their entire life and they won’t. ever. get. rid. of. it. There needs to be at least one constant in their life - like you know when Elton John decided to go to therapy but one thing he stuck to was shopaholism? Very Taurus Moon of him. Also, they’re very affectionate. In fact, may have issues differentiating between affection and passion - this is actually something Taurus Moon and Aries Moon have in common. Pro tip - and this is in regard to all Taurus placements - don’t smell bad when you’re around them (I mean, don't smell bad in general, no one likes stinky people lol). They have a sensitive smell. Doesn’t help that they like to smell everything. EVERYTHING. I swear, Taurus, stop sticking your nose in every single thing!!! You don't need to know how that piece of utensil smells like. Jeez.

Scorpio Moon (shoutout to those who remember me accidentally calling them sporpio last time I made a post on Moons lol). I honestly don’t know what to tell you... I feel like all you hear about Scorpio Moon is 100% true, there’s nothing to debunk here. It’s the Moon of extremes. Prone to jealousy and surpressing emotions; severe trust issues; they’re instigators. I was low-key bullied by a few Scorpio Moons when I was in school so there’s that. Very secretive and private. Scorpio Moon will be like “I’m in control of the situation!!!!” and you’ll just look at them and think, yeah, right, looks like the situation is controlling you. But keep being in denial, sure. Like, don’t get me wrong, Scorpios in general can be TOTAL SWEETHEARTS OMG but ya’ll have issues. Even celebrities who have this placements... Think Beyonce or Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus... I feel like they have issues lol, especially with control and the need for everything to be perfectly the way they want it to be. To be fair, that’s probably why they’re all so influential and high status: it’s either their way or highway. They need constant reinvention; they’re the ones to wake up one day and decide they’re going through a spiritual awakening blah blah. They also like to talk about dark and shocking topics while having casual lunch with you... So like, be warned that you may end up with a depressed mood after talking to them for 10 minutes. And their mood swings... don’t even get me started on that.

I don't know where to start with Virgo Moons... I feel like they're very calculated and nit-picky but they're a lot warmer than Virgo Suns. I think I called them softies in my last Moon post. Very sweet people but prone to anxiety. You gotta experience seeing them having a heart attack over someone mixing bananas with milk or messing with their stuff that’s been put in a perfect arrangement. I saw a Virgo Moon once literally squealing shouting "YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR LAPTOP WITH THAT SUPERGLUE!!!" Highly entertaining to watch, not gonna lie. Gordon Ramsay has his Moon in Virgo - it’s conjunct Uranus and Pluto so that’s an extreme but I think him being fed up with people over small inconsistencies in their food prep is a perfect example of this energy (btw his chart is hilarious, it literally explains EVERYTHING). They're VERY picky with their food as well, just as Virgo Suns tend to be. Like, they’ll only have a specific type of single origin coffee or they’ll be vegan or something. Self-critical over their work, which is a plus... except for when finishing a simple task takes them a few hours because they want to make it perfect. They take everything seriously. This of course doesn't mean they're total bores - on the contrary, Mercurial energy gives them witty approach and a talent for choosing the right words at the right time. Tho they can be a bit awkward or shy with it. Can be as bubbly as Gemini but the grounded earthy energy gives them more practical and almost nurturing nature - earth signs are providers after all and Virgo is the sign of service - helping others is like their second nature. I’ve noticed they often find comfort in devoting themselves to a choosen task - this is why if they pursue something, they’re really good at it. They’re also very likely to dissect their emotions.

I’m not a fan of water Moons in general but Pisces Moon is the best water Moon in my opinion. Maybe because I like Pisces overall. I think it’s like a tweaked Sagittarius Moon - just more internalized, withdrawn & gloomy. But unlike Sag, who has a tendency to be an adventurous optimist, Pisces likes to focus on the negatives instead. Obviously, they can be very upbeat, they’re Jupiter-ruled after all, but there’s somehing whiny about them lol. Just like Sadges, they dream big and have their standards put up sooo high but if there's not much active energy in their charts, they’re often too passive to actually fullfill any of that - or I should say, they’re stuck daydreaming about it, believing it’ll just magically manifest for them... OR they do everything with an apathetic approach. What I do like about them is that they’re funny. And really chill - sometimes to the point of coming off as confused or hazy. I feel like a lot of them would just love to sleep all day... or sit by the lake and just think about the world. Most of them are also compassionate folks - again, maybe a bit too much. Hey Pisces, you don’t have to take everything to heart, it’s okay. On the bright side, they have big imagination and the ability to disconnect and just create. I have a few Pisces Moons in the family: one’s that sleepy artistic type with grand visions, one is an asshole-ish but funny entrepreneur with a questionable work ethic and one is a witty IT guy who’s actually a workaholic and likes to shut in his own world of computers and numbers or whatever he does there... So there’s this factor of tunnel vision, escapism and, on the more negative side, being kinda iffy and almost addicted to the way they want things to be. Once they set their eyes on something it’s done deal…

My issue with Capricorn Moons is that they're often trying to be sooooo mature omg, like, loosen up a bit. It usually starts when they're in their later teens... They can be the most rebellious kid that likes to have fun and suddenly they'll be like "I'm too old for this ugh grow up" *judgmental stare*. My 18-year old niece once literally roasted my sister that she's in her 30s and still doesn't have her own place (well so do I so I guess she also indirectly roasted me as well???). And she was SO deadpan with it. Because she herself wants to be independent and start a family before turning 25. This is classic Capricorn Moon energy. They suck out joy out of everything lol. Of course, OF COURSE, it depends on the whole chart but I feel like worst-case scenario is that at one point in their life (or maybe even a few times throughout it) they go through a massive shake-up that makes them change their attitude and re-evaluate their structures. There's this multi-instrumentalist Yvette Young - she's a sweet, funny Cancer/Leo mix but her Moon is in Capricorn. She used to be a competitive pianist but the pressure that was put on her has led her to severe health issues. Like yes, she’s now an extremely talented musician - thanks to family’s expectations & a rigid schooling system (Saturn) but it did cost her a lot. She has recovered since then but I think it's a perfect example of this energy. It’s very ambitious and hardworking but emotionally demanding in the sense that you have to actually put your emotions aside in order to deal with the rest. Another thing, because Moon can be associated with family, there's often a weird dynamic surrounding this topic. I don't think I've met a Capricorn Moon that had a completely healthy and happy relationship with their fam or one of the family members. Or, alternatively, there can be a strong bond between one of them but usually created in the atmosphere of hardships.

Last but not least, Cancer Moons. I had three school friends with this placement and all of them made this sad, whiny face as they said „oh I don’t knoooow anymoreee” when they were feeling torned or frustrated. To be fair, two of them are water Suns so for them, it added to the mushyness. All Cancer Moons I know are family people or better yet, baby people. One of those school friends is now a guidance counsellor, working with kids; the other turned her instagram into a gallery of her own child after she gave birth. So much kid content, omg. There’s also something very indecisive about them… or I should say, hesitant. They’re not very fast at making decisions. Also, what’s interesting, they’re kind of like walking libraries, they remember a lot – so they store a lot of information in their brains just like air signs but they process it in a completely different way – emotional, obviously. I think this also makes them hold grudges a lot. For them it’s more of a question of „how does it make me feel?” rather than „how valid is it?”. There’s certain stubborness in them in that regard because they don’t keep their minds open. It’s also hard for them to walk away from people and situations, like a crab pinching you with its claws – it won’t let go. Sensitive but not easy to open up; very protective of themselves and their loved ones & they tend to shut down in their crab shells. But they may crave connection and the feeling of belonging. Also very caring and with a big imagination. They’re very receptive of their environment so mood swings are a thing for them.

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moonofiron · 4 years ago

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I have been thinking about Gintoki since quite a while and the conclusion I have reached is that the goofier a man, the more intimate he can get.

Here's something I've never tried before. It starts with my perception of Gintoki's kinks and collapses into a narrative about how a particular kink will play out when he's with his female SO.

(I think what I have done here is called an "HC" but I am not sure. All HCs I've read are in bullet points and this is... not in bullet points. So idk... I'm just out here tryna get this fucking concept OFF MY CHEST.)

Anime: Gintama

Characters: Sakata Gintoki x whoever you imagine his female SO to be!

Genre: Smut, explicit sexual content, kinks 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Gintoki melts at the sight of her in a plain white t-shirt and panties

Word Count: 2,386

Minors, click here.

I think, above all, Gintoki has a MASSIVE kink for going bareback. But it manifests itself a little differently for him. Internally, he absolutely refuses to cum anywhere else. But he's also super conscious of his partner's needs and will cum anywhere his babe wants him to. It delights him that she's so eager. Even though it leaves him feeling a little unsatisfied, it's not a big deal because he feels so strongly for her. He does love cumming deep in the back of his partner's throat because it feels so similar to what he thinks it would feel like cumming inside her.

It's a tricky kink to work with because under his lazy-bum facade, he actually has a super strong sense of responsibility. This is also why he refuses to have casual sex with just anyone. He's the kind who has a deeply intimate, committed, and long-term relationship with his partner.

His "kink" is a completely unsaid thing though. He will never explicitly talk about it. He loves dirty talk (anything goes, really) but this is one thing he will not say out loud. So, essentially, his partner will never hear him say stuff like "let daddy fill you up/I'm gonna cum inside you/ Daddy's gonna fill up that tight, pretty cunt".

No, he's not shy. Nor is he a prude. He's just a sucker for the quietness around the act of him filling up his partner. He digs the submission of a woman just taking him in fully, without making it into a "kink" or reducing the act to something they both occasionally get off on. He wants his woman to treat it as routine, ordinary, and natural. Almost like aftercare. Nobody says out loud that they want to be taken care of after a rough fuck. It's expected and unsaid. The unsaid but sure nature of filling up his partner is what makes it unbearably initmate for him.

He absolutely can not control the pleasure of being nestled inside her in his most tender, vulnerable, yet powerful moments. He breaks and lights up at the same damn time. His focus is sharp and only on the way her body reacts, not the words they share. He stares intently and deeply into her eyes when he cums inside her, making her flinch at the intensity he is capable of. It is in these moments she fully grasps what he means when he says he owns her.

If his partner does mention him cumming inside her, (eg: I want you to cum inside me/ fill me up Daddy) he will grind his teeth and cover her mouth instantly and harshly, maybe put a couple of fingers in her mouth so she can't speak. If he says something, it'll be along the lines of, "Just shut up and take it," as he thrusts harder and deeper.

He will twitch inside his partner, grow slightly bigger, and cum sooner than usual. Subtle but controlled cues like his grip on her hair getting harder will let her know that this is actually something he really digs.

The first few times his partner and he get down and dirty, he will do anything to please her and in turn, himself. He'll lazily make her sit on his face in the mornings, finger her a lot (anywhere, anytime), make her fool around with toys for him, ask her to rub herself while he stares intently and licks his lips, and let her suck his cock. He'll fuck her when he wants but it'll always be with a condom. He'll let her ride the brains out of him, too. But, always with a condom.

When he absolutely can not take it any longer (say, about 4 months into a relationship), he will break. He will break at the sight of her in plain white panties and a white t-shirt, doing her own thing.

He'll be sitting on his chair, behind the desk. He'll clear his throat to grab her attention. He'll beckon her with his thick finger and she'll think it's going to be their usual fucking and loving. She'll bite her lips and exaggerate the sway in her hips as she walks towards him. The performative nature of the sensual way she walks towards him will make her breathe slightly heavily and the first few baby spots of wetness will bloom in the crotch of her panties.

When she finally reaches him, a smirk will be playing on his lips and his eyes will look sleepy at first. He'll hold her waist lightly and look up at her. She'll look down at him, smiling, a coy finger in her mouth and her other hand on his shoulder.

She'll notice a difference in the way he handles her. She'll notice that he's looking at her with such greed that it's making her falter. She'll sense something is off and ask if everything is ok.

"Hmm," he'll say in a deep voice against her stomach.

He'll slowly turn her around and make her sit on his lap. She'll turn back to look at him wide eyed and smiling shyly. It usually takes a solid 12 minutes of kissing, biting, and frantic touching to get him this hard. She'll still be a little taken aback by Gintoki's seriousness. He's usually goofy and playful or an outright sadistic and sexy beast.

He'll open up his zipper and its cool metal will make her squirm. His warm and fat cock will spring out and she'll feel its sweaty stickiness against her lower back. She'll gasp at and throb for his unusual, unprovoked arousal and quickly reach for his desk-drawer where he stashes all the condoms. She'll take one out and start to open up the wrapper only to have Gintoki take the half-opened condom from her delicate hands in between his teeth and spit it out far into the corner of the room; his hands will never leave her waist.

Her eyes will widen again and she'll start to say something but Gintoki will tilt his head and give her a look that'll make her shiver and shut up. A mix of fear and anticipation will make her stomach drop. She'll be dripping by now and surprised at how less it takes for her to be utterly slick and ready for him.

She'll find it unbearably intimidating to look him in the eye and will turn her head, only the find herself reflected back at her in the mirror next to them. Her nipples will be hard through her t-shirt, her naked legs will be between Gintoki's clothed ones.

Gintoki will use just one of his fingers to slide her white panties to the side and position the tip of his cock at her wetness.

He'll slowly breathe into her ear "I'm going to fuck you raw and deep..."

He'll wait just a moment for her reaction before saying, "or not at all."

He'll put his hand around her chin and make her turn her head to look at him.

“And, you will stay shut about it the entire time, yeah?"

She'll nod her head ever so slightly with parted lips and then bite her lip nervously and unconsciously. She'll have already started moving against the tip of his cock, making it completely slick with her wetness. Her clit will be throbbing in an anticipation she has never felt with Gintoki.

Without another word, he'll thrust himself inside of her in one long and quick motion. A silk moan will escape her mouth; she's never actually felt his warmth inside of her.

He'll fuck her painfully slow; she'll feel his girth stretch her out inch by inch. The sloppy and messy sound of the base of his cock rubbing against her clit after every stroke will be loud and clear in the afternoon quiet; it won't be covered by the usual frantic slapping of his balls against her clit. He'll be holding on to her waist so she doesn't try to move and change the rhythm or speed.

“Do you feel it?”

"Yea.." she'll moan.

“Do you like what you hear?”

“uhum..” is all she'll manage to say. She usually has no issues keeping up with conversations and dirty talk but she'll find it extremely hard to keep up with this particular conversation.

"Let me look at you pinching your nipples."

She'll catch him looking at her in the mirror and will immediately get to work.

"Harder. Don't cheat."

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good girl."

She'll falter at this and her legs will buckle. She'll feel Gintoki's hands hold her as he'll get up from the chair. He'll sit on the floor right in front of the mirror, still buried deep inside of her.

He'll snake his hand around to her clit and rub her agonizingly slowly, all the while fucking her with slow and deep thrusts. His other hand will be on top of her hands cupping her breasts. Her head will be thrown back on his shoulder and her waist and hips will match Gintoki's movements and rhythm. Everytime she'll be about to cum, he'll kiss and nibble at her jaw and stop rubbing her clit, edging her for hours on that day.

They'll eventually stop moving. They'll be panting because they can't take this relentless teasing anymore. He'll pull out and stand up, pick her up in her arms and take her to the futon where he'll lay her on her back. She'll spread herself wide and thrust her hips forward, holding his gaze all the while.

Gintoki will lick his fingers and stroke her swollen clit a few times before he starts to fuck her hard and deep. But, he'll still maintain a slow and steady tempo. The moment she'll start arching her back, he'll pull out and grin at her. Every time he'll pull out, she'll see his cock twitching, aching to be back inside. She'll notice it's equally hard for him to be edging for so long. She'll smirk. Gintoki will narrow his eyes at her. How dare she.

He'll start fucking her again, painfully slow, waiting to strike at the right moment. The moment he feels her back arching again, he'll pull out again. But, this time, instead of grinning at her and waiting for her to stop writhing, he'll slap her clit hard and then immediately rub it hard and fast. She'll go into a frenzy of screams and moans and her entire body will shiver, she will pull him down towards her and wrap her legs around him, his hand still not relenting her clit.

When she'll be completely spent, swollen, and sweating, her hair stuck to her breasts and neck, Gintoki will turn her around. She'll arch her back a bit, just for him. He'll guide his cock in the tight folds of her thighs, straight into her beautiful cunt, and start to fuck her at a slow pace all over again. She'll moan deep into the pillow, her face will be flushed from all the work, and her hands will be trying to reach at the back for his thighs. Gintoki will lie on top of her as he fucks her from behind. The moment she'll feel his weight on her, his sweat on her back, she'll cum around him, gushing, and the noises will get sloppier and louder.

She'll groan his name out loud in the pillow and he'll have turned her to her side by then. He'll put her head on his arm, spooning her. He'll hold her leg up as he'll thrust deep inside of her from behind. He'll hold her chin and turn her face to his to look at her flushed face, her mouth shaped a perfect small o, her eyes closed, eyebrows raised, in a kind of pleasure she's never felt before.

"Open your eyes."

She'll fling open her eyes and find him looking at her with an expression that makes her weak in her knees. She'll buck and jerk as she'll feel him finally going slightly faster with harder and shorter strokes. She'll feel him twitching inside her and she'll clench tighter around him, never breaking from his electrifying gaze that tells her he owns her completely.

A wild guttural sound she's never heard will escape Gintoki's throat. He'll moan her name hard as she'll feel his warmth spreading inside of her in bursts. She'll move to kiss his petal like lips, only to be thrusted once again with such force that her eyes will widen with the suddeness of it. He'll ease out of her slowly, in short thursts, and once he's fully out, he'll lift her leg higher to get a better view of her cunt, messy and slick with his cum dripping out. He'll throb, and be unable to control himself, and give her one last deep and hard thrust again. She'll make a high-pitched squeak at the suddeness again.

He'll stay inside her for a while, throbbing still. He'll be too spent to move but he'll kiss her face and feel her sweaty body with his firm hands fervently.

They'll both fall asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms.

Gintoki will wake up before her. It'll be dinner time. She'll wake up to him by her side in a towel, wet and fresh from his bath. He'll be wiping her legs and thighs with a warm and wet cloth, and smiling while he watches her wake up. She'll start to say something but he'll cut her off and say, "Dinner's ready, doll." He'll kiss her jaw and then her forehead and leave the room.

She'll sit up in bed, her entire body will be aching. She'll notice a packet on the corner of the bed. She'll pick it up and see that it has a morning-after pill, a pregnancy test, and a follow-up appointment with her usual gynaecologist. She'll blush a deep a red when she sees a glass of water by her bed-side.

"When the fuck did he become so...un-lazy? Where has he been hiding this side of him?!" She'll say out loud in disbelief.

Afterthougts:

In the first few months, Gintoki will make a conscious effort to get accustomed to his partner's menstruation cycle. He'll make sure he knows the days she's least fertile so he can minimize the risk of her getting knocked up. If that's not intimate and hella caring idk what the fuck is.

#sakata gintoki #gintoki smut #fanfiction #fanfic #gintama #gintoki x tsukuyo #gintoki x reader #gintoki x otae #headcannons #het fic #intimacy #gintama headcanons #fanfica

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emmyhem · 4 years ago

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always (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everyone! this is a lil angsty piece i wanted to get up. i just want to say again how sorry i am for not getting anything up for the past two weeks, i’ve just been overwhelmed with some stuff for my classes, but i am starting to get back in the swing of things now. also, this is unedited as i was rushing to get it up in time. i do plan on posting something else tomorrow night and hopefully i’ll be posting pretty consistently from now on. also this does end kind of abruptly but i wanted to leave it like that because i’m a sucker for angst, with that being said i would be happy to write a part two if that’s something you’d be interested in. anyway, feedback and comments are appreciated as always and i hope you’re all having an amazing day/night. enjoy! - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: luke recounts his mistake and hopes he can patch things up with his always.

warnings: very brief mention of sex, cursing, mentions of alcohol, luke’s being an asshole, mention of pinching (idk), slight insecurity from the reader, lots of angst :(

word count: 2.6k

Luke had always hated the quiet. That’s when his thoughts were the loudest. That must be why he had never really liked being alone with himself.

Tonight in particular, his thoughts were practically screaming, one word over and over again.

“Y/n”

For the past two years that name had acted as his most favorite word, one that he would utter whenever he had gotten the chance. Whether it be to brag about your recent accomplishments to his friends, to catch your attention from another room, or falling from his lips with a sigh of pleasure as he reached completion with you laying breathlessly beneath him.

Now the word seemed torturous, the last time he uttered it replaying on a relentless loop in his head.

It was your 2nd anniversary. Dinner had been laid out on the table for an hour. Two glasses of wine sat untouched in front of a vase of roses you had picked out at the florist earlier that morning, and there was no sign of Luke.

You were wracking through your brain as you watched a petal fall from a rose and land lightly in one of the glasses.

Had you gotten the time wrong?

But you were sure that the two of you had agreed on 8:00 for dinner, that way you had time to get everything ready after getting home from work, and Luke wouldn’t have to rush to leave the studio.

Yet somehow you found yourself staring at the now cold dinner at 9:30, with absolutely no word from Luke. You wanted to call, if for no other reason than to check he was still alive and breathing, but your nerves stopped you from doing that, not wanting to take on the role of the overbearing girlfriend.

Your stomach growled hungrily over the light music that was playing through the house speakers. So, begrudgingly you took a bite of the pasta on your plate before downing your entire glass of wine.

Luke arrived home about 2 hours later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He caught sight of the table, with one setting completely untouched as he hung up his coat, causing guilt to pang in his chest.

“Baby,” he called out, carrying himself to your shared bedroom.

When no response came his heart rate sped up in fear that you had left.

“Y/n” he called, louder this time with a sense of urgency clear in his voice.

That’s when he spotted a person sized lump underneath the duvet. Releasing a sigh of relief he moved towards you, peeling the blankets off and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder.

This caused you to stir a bit, eyes fluttering open to meet him.

“Hi, my love.” he cooed.

A frown was prominent on your face, and a crease separated your eyebrows as they furrowed angrily.

“I’m sorry I’m late. We got a bit carried away in the studio, but in good news the album is coming along great. M’so excited for you to hear it”

You had always tried to be understanding of Luke’s job for many reasons. One being that you both reaped the benefit of his success, you wanted for essentially nothing, had a nice house, the opportunity to travel, and Luke often spoiled you with gifts even if you asked him not to. Another being how happy it made your boyfriend. Music truly was his passion, and he was so talented that you wouldn’t want for him to ever put his work on the back burner for you.

With that being said, you made a point to take time off to spend time with him whenever you were able to. You had even changed jobs because your last one hadn’t allowed you to go on tour with him, which he had been adamant about, insisting, “There’s no way I can be away from you for that long.”

And you were happy to do all of those things, because you were in love, and you felt incredibly lucky to even be a part of his world. But you did start to question things as your relationship went on. It felt like Luke didn’t even consider your job. He only saw it as something that took you away from him.

You had worked hard to get where you were in the occupational field. Without your job all you would have to do is sit around and wait for Luke to be ready for you, and you just couldn’t live like that.

Luke turned on the lamp on your nightstand as you slowly sat up in bed.

“2 weeks Luke, we’ve had these plans for two weeks.”

“I know baby I tried, but you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” he dismissed while sitting the flowers on the ground.

“No, I don’t. Do you not think that I have things I could be doing for work? Cause I do, and I choose this over all of that.” you huffed in frustration.

Luke took a deep breath while subtly rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for missing dinner, but you don’t understand the pressure I’m under, from the fans, the label, management, and the band.”

“I know that you work hard and I know how important this is to you, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m proud of us too and I would’ve liked to have a night for just us.” you tried to explain. “Not to mention the fact that I’m under pressure in my job too and I always find time for you, no matter what.”

“Yea, you have pressure from a job that you don’t need.” his voice rising in anger with each word as he paced around the room.

“How many times do I have to tell you Luke? It’s my job, it’s a part of my life and I don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon.” you shouted.

“Great.” he replied sarcastically. “Then you should understand that I won’t give up my job anytime soon.”

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking for a bit of consideration, and just a sliver of your time.”

“I’m working to make us more money.” he stated.

“Luke, we don’t need any more money. You should be working because you enjoy it and because it’s your passion.”

He let out a condescending laugh before turning to look in your eyes.

“Yea, well you don’t seem to mind all the money when you're sitting at home in the house that I bought, and leeching off of my bank account on the daily. D’ya think you could afford all the shit you have just based on your salary?” he spat crudely.

You physically leaned back as if the words had just actually been thrown at you. They must’ve, because the pain they caused felt far too real to just be emotional. You opened your mouth to fight back, to scream, to do something but the lump in your throat prevented anything to come out other than a sad, and pathetic squeak.

Was that what he thought about you?

This had caught you completely off guard. Sure, you were expecting an argument, you’d even say you were expecting a big one, but you would’ve never guessed he would throw this in your face.

You felt betrayed. It had always made you insecure that you were making such little money compared to your boyfriend.

Some days after receiving your paycheck you would go out and spend it all on Luke, solely because you wanted to know that you could contribute too. You would do that whenever you got the chance, to reassure that your work was important, and valid. And mainly to show Luke that you appreciated all he did for you.

He would always reply, “You don’t have to do this, love. I like spoiling my girl.”

Yeah right.

“I wasn’t, I m-mean I don’t try to lee-,” you paused, the word feeling too gross to repeat back.

“Well, you do whether you're trying or not so the least you can do is give me a break occasionally.” he spoke casually, while changing into sweats as if he wasn’t ripping you apart with every word.

You kept a blank stare at the bedroom door, your eyes already stinging with unshed tears. You wished you could be angrier but his words left you questioning and feeling guilty.

As hard as you’d tried to provide for yourself and make your own way you couldn’t help but wonder if you had subconsciously started leaning on him, more than you had ever wanted.

Luke continued getting ready for bed, not taking a second look at you since hitting you with his harsh words.

“I-I’m sorry.” you croaked.

“It’s fine, Y/n I just wish you could’ve been slightly more understanding.” he continued, still not facing you.

“I think that maybe, I mean, um I gotta go.” you were speaking through tears, as you abruptly stood from the bed and hurried to leave the room.

This caught Luke’s attention causing him to spin in your direction at lightning speed, finally taking in your emotional state.

“Going? Going where? I-what are you talking about?”

You didn’t reply, grabbing your keys, bag, and shoes as you continued to speed to the front door.

“Y/n!” he continued, following closely behind you.

You paused at the front door and turned to meet his eyes. His stressed appearance subsided as you allowed him the opportunity to talk.

“You’re upset.” he concluded, reaching a hand out to hold your cheek.

You leaned away from his touch and shook your head lightly, “M’not.”

His features softened and he took another step closer to you, “You are. I’m sorry, I was harsh.”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know?”

“I don’t want t-to leech” you stuttered out.

This rendered Luke speechless, realizing how cruel his words had been. You had taken this as an opportunity to exit the house, quickly running to your car. Luke made it to the driveway just in time to see you drive away.

“Fuck” he snapped, jogging back towards the house to get his phone and call you in hopes of convincing you to come back.

After calling you at least 20 times with no response he conceded and decided he should try and get some sleep, that way he was rested enough to get you to forgive him in the morning.

His body fell naturally to his side of the bed, but his eyes lingered on where you typically laid.

Rolling onto his back, eyes finding the ceiling he muttered to himself, “I’m an idiot.”

Eventually he was tiring out, the bedroom ceiling growing extremely boring after staring for so long. He turned on his side to hug your pillow to his chest. As his hand slid under the pillow it came into contact with an envelope that had been hidden underneath.

He sat up and flicked on a lamp to read the front, “To my Lu”

He could tell that you had taken your time penciling on your words, each letter was flawless and written delicately. Before ripping it open he hesitated, questioning whether or not he even deserved to see what was inside after the way he spoke to you. The selfish part of his brain won for the second time that night.

The first thing he saw after opening was two airline tickets situated just in front of a folded piece of notebook paper.

He held his breath as he brought them into the light, two roundtrip business tickets to Sydney.

He rushed to read the note you had left with them, unfolding it quickly.

“Lu,

Happy two years, my love. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to call you mine for this long. Not a day goes by where I’m not in complete and utter awe of you and everything you do for me. I know how hard you work and how much you miss home and your family while you continue to grow in your music, and in yourself everyday. I know these aren’t the best tickets you’ve ever had by any means or the most extravagant vacation you’ve taken, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I know you deserve, and need a break. We have 2 weeks, we leave tomorrow. I’ve worked it all out with the guys and your label. I know this is just a small way to repay you for the way you’ve taken care of me and the way you’ve loved me so selflessly for so long but I hope it shows you just a sliver of how much I love you.

Yours always,

Y/n”

He traced the letters of your name repeatedly as he blinked back a few stinging tears, before falling asleep, the note clutched tightly to his chest.

That was a week, and about 100 missed calls ago.

About two days after you left, your friend had called to let him know that you were safe and staying with her for the time being. It had slightly lessened his worry, but the guilt he felt grew exponentially each day he had no reason to say your name.

He had claimed your side of the bed as his own in hopes that it would bring you closer to him. When he had finally dragged himself out of bed to shower he used your body wash and as embarrassing as it sounds nearly cried when the room was flooded with the familiar rose scented steam. And tonight while scouring through the liquor cabinet and feeling completely sorry for himself he had come across a bottle of tequila that you had purchased on your most recent vacation.

Luke had put a serious dent in it by the time he was done scrolling through all of his pictures of you, and his finger began to itch with the need to call you.

Through blurry and clouded eyes he located your contact, a breath hitching in his throat when he clicked the call button.

With each unanswered ring he pinched his wrist, willing himself to wake up and discover this was all just some horrible nightmare, that he would just roll over and see you curled up next to him, warm, and sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect.

“You’ve reached y/n. Sorry I can’t get to the phone, leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks”

But it’s not his nightmare that got him here, it’s his mistake.

“Y/n,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy as he hasn’t used it much in the past couple of days.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his heart was pounding and his intoxication numbed him from the feeling of the hot tears that streamed down his face as he continued. “M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish and I was talking out of my ass that night, of course you’re not leeching. That’s fucking ridiculous, you couldn’t be, I give you nothing compared to what you give me. I just don’t know how to admit I’m wrong and the money is bullshit, it doesn’t matter, we could both live without it.” his chest felt tight as he took a large gulp of air. “I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby. I need you with me, and I want to fucking give you the world and I know you don’t need me to give it to you. I want to. I just-I want to give you everything, anything. You can have it all. It’s yours. I’m yours, alwa-” his pleads were cut off by the dial tone.

“Always.” he repeated, staring at the black screen.

pt. 2

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bunni-bino · 4 years ago

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How Law, Doffy + Corazon Hug & Kiss Their S/O

A/N : idk I couldn’t think of any characters.

I know I said no fics, but my school schedule is changing and I’m going to be super stressed and I won’t be able to post anything then, so here’s some quick stuff.

Summary : how these three one piece boys would kiss and cuddle their significant other.

Doflamingo

Now Doflamingo isn’t one for huge affection, at least not so much.

He has a reputation to uphold. In front of others, he has an image set and doesn’t want it to be taken away.

However, when you two are alone, he’s a little more loving.

“You won’t tell anyone about this, right, [Name]? I have an image to protect..” [ referring to him being softer around you ]

How Doffy Cuddles You : On His Lap / Bridal kinda?

Doflamingo enjoys relaxing in his room, in his royal throne as king. So naturally he wants you to sit with him.

His legs are spread wide and secures you on his lap, but moves you so you sit sideways. Legs over his thigh, ass on the cushion between his legs and back supported by his arm while your head rests on his shoulder.

While one arm is around you, the other is resting on your thigh and depending on his mood, it can lead to up further.

How Doffy Would Kiss You : Neck Kisses

Doflamingo is one of those types, so no matter what angle it is, he’s coming up and attacking your upper, lower, anywhere he has access to.

Will leave a hickey or two. Or perhaps even more depending on how far he gets.

Will trail down to your collarbone every so often.

He chooses the neck because it gives a symbol of dominance. ‘Ownership’ in a way. So people will know who you belong to when he marks you.

Another Way Doffy Kisses You : Straight On The Lips

His kisses are usually deep and will be lustful most of the time. His hand will be on the back of your head, neck, or cupping your chin as he pulls you up to meet with his own lips.

However, rarely but definitely possible, there are occasions where he’s soft.

When this happens, Doflamingo is softer, his hands cupping your cheeks carefully and captures your lips with care, passion and love.

Nicknames Doffy Would Give : Royal Types?

Princess

Empress

My Queen

Idk.

Rosinante

Rosinante won’t quite admit it but he is a sucker for affection. He loves the little things that you two do for each other but he’d return any love you give him, twice as much.

He has the widest, lovingly smile as he expresses his love for you any way he can, and he just feels so in awe.

Almost in disbelief that he ended up with someone like you. It makes him tear up. He’s so in love.

“[Name]-san.. I really am so in love with you..”

How Rosi Hugs You : Back Hugs

Rosinante is tall and no matter how tall you are, he loves it.

He loves how he can just walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your body tightly, his head resting on top of yours as you lean back into his chest.

He holds the widest grin and waddles you both back and forth, inducing laughs from the two of you as you both end up falling onto the ground, with you on top of him.

How Rosi Kisses You : Hand Kisses

I believe Rosi would love to give hand kisses, like a prince. He wants to feel like a prince, a knight, a protector.

As long as he can keep you from harm, he doesn’t care what happens. He just wants you to be safe.

It’s not a huge gesture but it’s a meaningful one, as his large hands hold yours and brings the back of his to his soft lips, placing a gentle kiss onto it.

How Else Rosi Hugs You : Bear Hugs

His arms and legs are long. If he went away on a mission or something and finally came back, standing in front of you,

Whatever he was holding is now on the ground and he stands with his arms spread wide as he braces himself. This gesture tells you to run and jump into his arms and that is exactly what you do.

His big, warm, loving smile is enough for you.

Once you jump onto him, Cora stumbles a little bit but manages to balance as he instantly wraps his arms around you protectively, and since he’s tall, it’s so comforting and secure.

Nicknames Rosinante Would Give : Domestic Types?

Darling

Dear

My love

Sweetheart

Honey

Law

Like Doffy, Law isn’t very the affectionate type, but he definitely is touch-starved. He wants to experience affection but will never admit it.

He’s not too good at expressing it in public or perhaps he chooses not to, but he warms up and gets better when you two are alone in the room.

In the beginning, he may be a little embarrassed or just shy, but he becomes much better and even a little bolder later on.

How Law Hugs You : Securely / Comfortingly

This is more for Law. When he’s having a really rough and stressful day, especially involving Luffy, he just needs some quiet care and your arms is one of the best places he could be.

Just resting and relaxing his exhaustion onto you as he lays his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, yours around his upper body or neck.

It’s tight, silence but comfortable. Secure to keep you both safe and to prevent the other from leaving. Moments like these, you two could just stay like for hours.

How Law Kisses You : Corner of The Lips

SUCH A TEASE, UGH.

Law would purposely do this, just because he knows how much it annoys you because he’s just millimeters away from your actual lips, but instead, chooses the spot right beside it.

Might as well kiss your cheek then instead!

One of his favorite spots because it’s worth seeing your expression, but he does eventually cave in and kisses you on the lips so you don’t sulk anymore.

Something Law Loves That You Do : Scalp Massage

When you first offered to do it, he declined saying he didn’t need it and in fact, believed it wouldn’t help.

But your persistence made him give in and say yes and ever since the first experience of feeling your delicate fingers rubbing soothe circles on his scalp through his locks of black hair, he never felt so serene and at ease.

So he often, he shyly asks you to give it to him when you feel like it. Prefers when you ask him lol.

He truly enjoys it after an exhausting day and almost every time, ends up falling asleep with his head in your lap, because of how relaxing it is.

Nicknames Law Would Give You : Memorable Types

Such as.. “pomeranian” because perhaps you are small in height and short tempered or just temperamental in general.

Some sort of signature thing you do, he’d nickname you after it.

And of course, just [Name]-ya.

A/N : did I do okay? :> hope you enjoyed.

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helloprettybb · 4 years ago

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seven rings

i actually have a semi-cute draco fic in my brain, but it’s going to take a while for it to be written so here’s some more smut. i don’t want a boyfriend because they’re overrated, but i would sacrifice my soul for a modern draco. also, idk if i need to state this, but my draco’s going to be “nicer” and not act very much like canon draco. i have a lot of thoughts about how draco and other characters are treated in the book and i would feel bad for not staying canon but also jk sucks so i have no remorse for completely changing everything. (cursed child doesn’t exist). but ahhhh i’m such a slut for draco atm.

description: you’re a sucker for draco and his expensive jewelry.

warnings: cursing, smut obv, choking, size kinkish, fingering, lotttts of kinks, pretty fucking filthy actually, cum play ig, it’s just a lot

word count: 1.8k

You watch as Draco types away on his laptop. He’s working on something for who knows what class. You know you should feel bad about not listening to him, especially since he just told you a couple minutes ago, but you don’t because ever since he’s entered your apartment, your attention has been on his hands. More specifically, the seven dark rings that decorate his slender fingers.

You watch as the rings clink lightly together as he types. Mesmerized by his fingers briskly gliding across the keyboard, you sit and watch as he works. He stops and fiddles with the silver Versace ring on his left middle finger. You can’t help but imagine where else those fingers could go. Images of Draco wrapping his hand around your throat and leaving indentions on your skin cloud your mind. Shortly after, you start to imagine him grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in your-

“Huh?” you ask. Draco said something, but your mind was so fuzzy with lust that you didn’t hear the words.

“I asked what you wanted to eat for dinner,” Draco replies calmly, now looking at you.

“Oh, whatever you want.” you reply meekly. He furrows his brows like he’s observing you.

“Are you okay, love?” his voice dropping a little, making your heart pound in your chest. He has to know the effect he has on you.

“Yeah, just feeling a bit peaky.” you lie. Draco moves his chair closer to you. He’s so close that you can make out every detail of his perfect face. He puts his hand under your chin in a loving way but his darkening eyes tell a different story.

“Is my princess lying to me?” he asks as if he knows the answer but wants to hear it from you.

“No,” you lie again. He raises an unimpressed brow and you change your answer, “Yes.” He smiles when you tell the truth.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks sweetly. You want to lower your head and avert your eyes but his hand keeps your head tilted up.

“Jus’ thinking about your fingers.” you say quietly.

“My fingers? Where do you want them, princess?” he prompts, moving to the end of the chair and leaning closer to you.

“Around my throat,” you breathe out adding, “Please” to be polite.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Draco says before slowly sliding his hand from below your chin to around your neck. He rests them there, not squeezing yet. With his other hand, he moves to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and passionate, all your sexual frustration released. Draco can feel your neediness and decides to help you out by giving your neck a gentle squeeze. You immediately gasp at the feeling.

Moving into his lap to get closer, you slowly grind down on his hips as he whispers swears between heated kisses. Draco tightens his grip around your throat and right when you feel the airy feeling in your brain, he lets go. He’s known about your love for his hand around your throat for a while. Draco knows just how long to squeeze to give you that perfect euphoria.

You whine when he removes his hand from your neck. “I know, princess. Let’s move this to the bed, eh?” You nod and Draco moves his hands to below your ass. You wrap your legs around him as he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He sets you down gently and moves to straddle your hips, trapping you beneath him. You love how small you feel compared to him and you think he loves it, too. He kisses up and down your neck, biting and sucking at your most sensitive spots. One of your hands plays with his hair while the other grabs his shoulder.

Craving some friction, you start to move your hips against his. Draco separates from the crook of your neck. His silver chain dangling above you, he murmurs, “Patience, love.”

“Please, Draco,” you beg, “I need you.” He smiles at your pleas and moves enough to let you take your shirt off and unhook your bra. The moment he catches sight of your tits, he starts kissing your chest until his mouth connects to your right nipple. He uses his left hand to massage your left breast and you moan loudly. It feels amazing, but you feel like you’ll explode if he doesn’t fuck you anytime soon, so you tug at the hem of his shirt.

He gets the message and disconnects so he can take his shirt off. You don’t hide your staring as he continues to undress. Draco smirks as you watch him unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers. You take off your skirt at the same time, leaving you only in your panties. You almost start drooling when you watch Draco remove his underwear. His dick hits his stomach and you want to have a taste.

He sees your desperation and says, “Next time, princess. Wanna cum in that pretty little pussy.” Even though he’s about as eager as you, he’s still going to use his fingers first.

He starts to slide one of his rings off and you blurt, “No,” he turns and looks at you. Biting your lip, embarrassed by your quick outburst, you look away. Draco moves so that he’s hovering above you.

“Do you want me to keep the rings on?” he asks. You nod and he shakes his head. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please, Draco. Can you finger me with your rings on?” you ask. His eyes blown with lust, Draco kisses you fiercely and you respond happily. You feel his hands move to play with your underwear. You lift your hips up, giving him silent permission to take your panties off. He slides them down and you pull your legs up so he can take them off completely. Discarding them somewhere in the room, he lightly trails his fingers up and down your thighs. You shiver at the sensitivity, the anticipation building inside of you.

He moves his hands farther up until he’s right by your pussy. Gathering the wetness between your legs, he slowly pushes a finger in. You gasp at the cool feeling of the metal ring against his warm finger. He picks up the pace slightly, adding a finger once you’ve gotten used to the feeling. Draco’s fingered you multiple times, but this is the first time he’s kept his rings on. He knows it won’t be the last as he feels you start to clench around his two fingers.

“Is my princess ‘bout to cum?” he asks. His mouth has been leaving love marks all over your body. He sucks on your left nipple and you cum. You hear him mutter a couple praises as he rides you through your orgasm.

After you come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out slowly. He puts his fingers in front of your face and you eagerly take them in your mouth. You suck his fingers and Draco feels like he could cum on your stomach from how hot you look.

Once you finish cleaning his fingers, you release them from your mouth and you beg, “Fuck me, Draco. I need your cock in me.” Your lust-filled mind reduced you to a babbling mess. Draco strokes himself a couple of times before sliding into your pussy. You sigh as he sinks into you and he groans at the tight feeling around his dick.

He starts at a deep, hard pace and you move your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing onto him, you feel him speed up. Your nails scratch up and down his back. His groans get louder as you mark him. One of Draco’s hands wraps around your throat as he pounds into you. Your moans are pornographic and you think back to your first year when you lived in the dorms and everybody could hear you and Draco. You’re sure everyone in the apartment complex can hear you, too but they’re the least of your concerns as Draco rails you into the mattress.

“Fuck, does my princess like it rough?” he asks above you. You’re probably a fucked-out mess, but you know he likes it, especially since he’s the one who ruined you. When you first started dating, he thought you’d be soft and innocent, but the minute he wrapped his hand around your neck, he knew he was wrong.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” you trail off, lost in pleasure as he hits the spot. The one that makes you keen against him and squeeze your eyes shut. He sees your reaction and starts abusing the spot, making you writhe underneath him. He slows down to a slow grind, driving you crazy at how deep he is in your pussy.

“Y-you’re so big,” you stutter out. He rewards your compliment with a firm squeeze around your throat. You sigh breathily when he releases. Draco removes his hand, replacing it with his lips as he sucks and nips. So overcome with pleasure, you start to squirm but are kept in place by Draco’s strong hands on your hips. You start clenching around Draco, signaling to him that you’re close.

“Cum for me, princess. Squeeze my cock,” he commands. At his order, you cum around him with a shout of his name. You feel like you’re floating in a cloud of bliss. Draco’s name is the only word on your mind as you babble incoherently.

“Shit, your pussy’s so tight around me.” he groans. His hips stuttering before releasing inside you. He thrusts slowly as you milk his cock. Pulling out slowly, Draco leans down and watches your mixed cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs. “So fucking hot.” Draco says and you give him a loopy smile. He gathers some cum that’s leaking out and slowly slides it back into your pussy.

“Too sensitive,” you mumble above him.

“I’m sorry, princess. Just don’t want it to go to waste.” he replies. Moving back up to you, Draco connects your lips in a sweet kiss, unlike the wild, passionate one that started this. His left arm moves underneath your legs and he picks you up bridal shower to the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

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