#lowkey san soft thoughts too

[kitten4sannie]

Thots on pussy slapping? 👉🏻👈🏻

my hard hours are technically closed but i’ll make an exception for you dear anonnie bc the topic at hand is so yummy like im actually so weak for this ughhhh and since this isn’t member specific i’ll go ahead and come up with bite sized scenarios for my bias trio and they’ll go up in intensity with each one heheheh. happy new year i hope you enjoy this little treat ;3 <33

warnings: pussy slapping obv lol, soft dom! yunho, lowkey sadistic hard dom! wooyoung, hard dom! (pussydrunk) san, teasing, dirty talk, possessiveness, pet names, name calling, praise, false praise, degradation, spit play, sir kink, size kink, hand/vein kink, fingering, just the tip until it’s not, bulge kink, oral (receiving), overstim, squirting

level 1 ♡

Yunho routinely stuffed two long, slender fingers back inside your pulsing cunt, knowing they were hitting your g-spot from the way you were whining and writhing around underneath his larger frame, his free hand clutched around your jolting hip. “Fuck, princess, you’re so tight right now. Are you going to cum for me?”

“Y-yes, Yunnie, can you please do that thing I like? I’m so close…!” you requested, gazing up at him underneath your wet lashes.

“My naughty girl…” he whispered softly, gently spreading your pussy open and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb against your exposed clit, making you gasp. “You want me to hit your pretty pussy so you can cum all over me?”

“Fuck–yes, please…!”

“Then, take it, princess,” Yunho sighed softly, making sure to curl his fingers just a little more inside your soaked, squelching hole, right as he brought his large hand down onto your cunt, hitting it hard enough to propel you over the edge.

“Cumming…”

“Mm, that’s it, baby, don’t stop. Keep cumming for me,” Yunho breathed out, sending you into a state of prolonged esctasy when he began to rub his rough palm against your pulsing clit, your juices leaking down his veined forearm. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, before leaning down to kiss you, murmuring against your lips, “You always taste so good, princess.” Kiss. “Always look so pretty when you fall apart for me.” Another kiss. “Wanna do it again?”

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Wooyoung had you locked in place in his lap for over an hour, warmth emanating from his chest against your back, his thighs positioned in a way that kept yours spread apart, routinely smacking his palm against your swollen clit and fucking your slick cunt with only the tip of his throbbing cock. The small, pathetic whimpers you made as soon as his hand came in contact with your stinging cunt and the sound of your hole squelching each time he stretched you open again was like music to his ears, but he knew what you really needed. His low, breathy voice sent a wave of goosebumps up the slope of your neck when he cooed, “Awwh, does my sweet girl need to cum now? Does she deserve to? Hmm?~”

“Yes, please, Youngie, let me cum,” you pleaded, about to melt into Wooyoung as soon as he began to lower you further and further down onto his cock, filling you up so good you thought you might cum then and there. “Fuck me, please, oh my god, fuck me–”

“Mm, you’re already so desperate for my cock that you’re begging for it?” Wooyoung rubbed his thumb around your clit, before his fingers formed a V, sliding them up and down your cunt around the outline of his slick cock that was still pushing inside you ever so slowly. “You need it inside this pretty pussy that bad?”

“Yes, Youngie, I need your cock so bad, I can’t take it!”

Then, be a good girl for me and take it all,” he grunted in your ear, immediately slamming his hips into yours, his thrusts unrelenting, not giving you any choice but to take his thick, veined cock deep inside your cunt until he decided you had enough.

“Ah– ah – it’s too – fuck,” you gasped, your body seizing up with overwhelming pleasure after being teased for so long, tears forming in your eyes from the sight of his cock protruding slightly through your lower stomach each time he filled you up. “Too much.”

Wooyoung tsked, squeezing your clit roughly between two fingers, making you shudder. “Don’t you start whining now. What happened to the desperate little slut that was asking for this just a second ago?” He sent a harsh smack to your clit, amused by the barely audible sound that left your drooling mouth. “You’re going to cum just like this, and you’re going to like it.”

“Youngie, please,” you choked out, turning your head to look up at him through teary eyes, only to find pure carnal desire in his.

Wooyoung smiled darkly, licking at the mole on his bottom lip, his fingers pressing into the bulge present in your abdomen just to feel his throbbing cock as it sank inside you over and over again. “You asked for it, so I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Sounds good, yeah?”

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“Can I cum, sir? Please? I’ve been so good for you, so can I please–fuck!” you gasped, withstanding yet another smack directly onto your reddened cunt, a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of you.

San, who was in between your thighs, taking his sweet time devouring your cunt, wasn’t in the mood for your games. “A good girl waits for her reward, isn’t that right, you little brat?”

“I’m not a brat,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together to squish his cheeks a bit, letting out a giggle, knowing you were withholding San from his meal. This encouraged him to grab your legs by the bend of your knees and lift your thighs up, folding you in half.

“Oh, yes, you are.” San leaned down, licking one long, slow stripe up from your dripping hole to your puffy clit, grabbing your hands to make you hold your own thighs up, which you obediently did, this time around. “You know what else you are, princess?”

“What, Sannie?”

San pressed his thumbs against your folds to spread you apart for him, watching your hole flutter around nothing. “You’re my dumb little slut.” He pursed his lips and spat directly into you, before plugging your cunt back up with his thick, thrusting fingers, satisfied with the sudden moan that tore through your throat. He gave you a fake pout. “Aren’t you, baby?”

You were at your limit, only able to take what he gave you, your mouth open in a soundless bout of pleasure, your teary eyes focused on San’s smug face, taking yet another finger inside you, feeling it rubbing against your gummy spot.

“I asked you a question, princess,” San grunted, smacking his free hand down onto your clit, more slick dripping down his taut, veiny forearm, eliciting more breathless moans and whines from you, still finger-fucking you so brutally to the point that all you could focus on was the shlick shlick shlick sounds your pussy made each time he pounded his digits into you. “Can you even hear me? That look on your face is telling me otherwise. How are you already fucked stupid when I haven’t even stuffed my cock inside you, huh? Are you that much of a whore that all you need is to get your puffy little cunt filled and spat on, and you’re ready to cream yourself?”

“Yes, sir…!” you were finally able to verbalize, your voice strained with immense pleasure, your thighs beginning to shake. “I’m such a whore for you, Sannie, only for you, so please, let me cum.”

San simply smiled up at you, dimples forming near his pretty, pink, arousal-covered lips, immediately curling his fingers up into a come-hither motion, his mouth latching onto your abused clit, sucking and licking at it with his hot tongue relentlessly until your moans crescendoed and your warm squirt began to pour out of you. “That’s it, baby, that’s fucking it, oh my god, look at you…”

San groaned heavily, taking a moment to suck your cum off of his fingers, before diving in between your trembling legs again to press his mouth back onto your spasming cunt like he needed it for oxygen, dragging his tongue up and down your slit to collect your arousal, slurping it up into his mouth, his dark, hooded eyes never leaving your barely open ones. He took a second to breathe, before speaking, his voice ragged and dripping with arousal, “I’ll give you a minute to come down, but get ready, angel. You’re gonna keep cumming for me just like that, and I’m only gonna stop when you have nothing left to give me, alright?”

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[cheollipop]

⚜ 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

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pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 6.5k

genre: mafia au, smut, mutual pining, some fluff, tiny bit of angst, some dark themes, slightly ambiguous ending

In a city where the mere whisper of his name sent shivers of terror through its core, Choi San's barbarous reputation proved powerless to dissuade you from delving deeper, the glint in the feline eyes cast upon you exposing a sliver tenderness hidden beneath the façade of bloodlust.

⚜ warnings: mentioned death/murder (no one significant), insensitivity from all major characters to said murder, san is lowkey psychotic, and an asshole, reader is a badass bitch, gun play (kinda?), service/soft dom!san, bratty!reader, unprotected sex (👎), kinda public sex, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, creampie, begging, praise, some cockwarming, san gets whiny, he is whipped your honour, not your typical mafia boss ehehe, nicknames (baby, darling; sannie), I believe that's it. ^^

⚜ A/N: this is entirely self-indulgent. who doesn't want a psychotic mafia boss obsessing over their very being? happy reading! ^_^

nsfw under the cut—minors dni 🔞

Another day dragging on for far too long, tedious — incompetent employees getting paid to induce headaches rather than doing their jobs, new clients unaware of who they’d gotten themselves involved with, augmenting the torturous panging against San’s skull. His eyebrow twitched, a bead of sweat hanging onto the thick hairs, another trailing down the ink decorating his slick chest. He’d thought a late-night rendezvous would silence the ringing in his head, but the cheap perfume, the bright lipstick, the obnoxious, high-pitched tone of her voice only amplified it. And yet, the woman now laid beneath him, his fingers digging into one of her tits while pornographic moans rolled off her tongue. With her head thrown back, she missed the grimace painting San’s features, but his hips were undeterred, continuing their ruthless rhythm while her ringing voice pierced through his eardrums. He just needed release, even if it were aided by a woman he had not a lick of interest in.

The door cracked open, a bleached head of hair peeking into the hotel room before his tall frame followed to stand in the doorway. San didn’t stop, simply shutting his eyes to drown out his surroundings and the pain shooting through his head.

“We’ve got trouble, boss,” the gravelly tone dragged San’s attention away from the distractions he attempted to draw up in his mind, eyes cracking open with an irked exhale.

“Important enough for you to interrupt me?” he spat, his thrusts now pointed in aggravation.

The man’s gulp masked under the continuous moans, he averted his gaze off the woman’s spread legs to explain, “a fight broke out in our Seoul location.”

San’s rhythm faltered, an unnoticeable hitch, but enough to stir up images of a familiar face, sly grin and confident walk followed by the sweet scent of vanilla and cheap tobacco. A subtle wink as you replaced the drinks his men had ordered for him with ones that would spare him the added flush, ears and chest tinted a dusty pink while he fought off the heaviness weighing down his eyelids. Sultry voice and swaying hips, the memory of fleeting touches and fluttering eyelashes sent urgent waves of heat scorching through San’s body, unwanted, vivid images of your haunting form flashing in his mind before he could stop them. But he pushed them away, prominent vein trailing down his forehead as he fought off the unrelieved headache, slapping a palm over smudged, red-tinted lips to muffle the agitating sound.

“Is that all, Mingi-ya?” he moved his gaze to the man at his side without twisting his head, watching as he straightened up at the sudden eye-contact.

“We’ve got casualties, Sir,” Mingi added, drawing a frustrated sigh out of San.

Pistoning his hips once, twice more, he pulled out, swiping his saliva-coated palm over the woman’s trembling thigh before finding his footing over the carpeted floor. He tossed the condom into some random corner, tucking himself back into his pants before snatching the luxury coat dangling from Mingi’s hand, the taller man’s eyes flitting to the side to avoid ogling at all the exposed skin. Just as they were about to take their leave, manicured fingers grasped San’s sleeve, arms drawn closer to her body to cram her breasts together in an act of seduction, bedroom eyes peering up at the tattooed man.

“Are you just going to leave me here like this?”

San didn’t hide his grimace, “it’s late, go home,” he retrieved his coat, tugging his arm away rougher than intended to make his way to the room’s exit. He paused at the doorway, turning his head slightly to address the dejected woman abandoned on the lush, silk bedsheets, “and call your husband back, he must be worried sick.”

He didn’t wait for a response, walking into the hallway to meet with two more guards, Mingi following closely behind. “Jongho, you’re coming with me,” he addressed the broader of the two, then turned to the other, “and you,” he angled his chin towards the door left ajar, “get rid of her.”

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Walking past the swung-open door resting against the frame with broken hinges, glass shards cracking underneath heavyset boots, San took in the scattered bodies splayed out over the wooden floor. He grimaced, thousands of dollars’ worth of imported liquor pooling under shattered bottles, blending into a concoction reeking of alcohol poisoning. Bullets lodged into the polished bar reflected the orange hue in which the room basked in, stools broken and thrown into the walls and windows, splintered pieces of wood lying amongst the lifeless figures scattered over the floorboards.

“What a mess,” Mingi muttered, taking in the scene with repugnance unhidden in his expression.

“Looks exactly like something the both of you would do,” San’s retort was instant, “wasn’t it just last week, Jongho?”

His tone was void of any judgement, simply recalling his men’s afternoon endeavors, and yet, Jongho’s ears flashed red as he stuttered through a flustered response, reaffirming San’s memory of the incident. His eyes shot a glare up at the taller man as soon as San looked away, “just keep your mouth shut, Mingi-ya,” he elbowed his side, unappreciative of Mingi’s attempts at earning him another lecture about the improper use of his gun.

While the two bickered wordlessly, pinching and shoving the other’s side, San walked further into the bar, looking around for another sign of life while gnawing at his bottom lip, evidence of his night-long rendezvous trickling down his temples in salty beads of sweat.

“Where’s our staff?” his voice cut through the silence, as well as the guards’ banter, the two straightening up to address his inquiry.

“Changbin called it in, ‘said most were okay but a few got caught in the crossfire,” Mingi spoke, tone steady and hooded eyes focused on San, “they’ve all left already, I believe.”

“You believe?” Narrowing his eyes at the two men, he snarled before huffing in umbrage. “I don’t pay you to fucking believe.” It wasn’t Mingi’s doing, he knew, but he’d rather berate the two men before him than admit to the anxiety crawling up his chest, blocking his airway with a lump large enough to restrict his breathing. “Did he say anything about—” he attempted to maintain the resonance in which he spoke in, clearing his throat before proceeding, “what about—”

“—Looking for me?”

A sharp turn to his side was all it took to ease the tension stiffening his shoulders, a deep breath escaping his lungs when his eyes settled on you: hand on your hip while leaning you weight onto one leg, the corners of your glossy lips upturned into a smile that sent his heart racing.

“Y/n,” he sighed, rotating his body to face yours, arms limp at his sides while his features softened at the mere sight of you before him. Choi San with his guard down was a luxury not many could revel in.

“What’s with your face? Don’t tell me you were worried about me?” you teased, swaying your hips as you took a few steps towards his broad form, only a few inches separating your bodies where you were stood now.

Close enough to run a hand over the hair covering the side of your head, San’s lips curled into a playful smirk, “oh baby, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You hummed pleasantly at the gentle fingers gliding over your scalp, teeth digging into your bottom lip before releasing to purr back a response, “very much so.”

The aroma of cheap cigarettes followed you, laced with hints of vanilla and caramel, the specs of ash dusting the sunken collar of your top exposing the smoke break you’d taken while chaos unfolded during your late shift.

The bullets lodged into wood glimmered in his peripheral, and his amusement dwindled as he pushed through the intoxicating haze your proximity cast upon his senses. Eyebrows furrowed, his gaze traveled over your body while firm hands ran over your sides and waist, peering over your shoulder and twisting you in front of him while he questioned, “fuck, are you hurt?”

To his surprise, you exhaled a breathy laugh, mischief glinting in your irises, “hurt?” The coyness in your tone didn’t go unnoticed, but the arm reaching behind you did, and before he could react, you had San at your mercy with the nose of your pistol dug into the skin underneath his chin. Leaning further into his space, your lips stretched further at the raised hand stopping the two men at the door from reaching for their own weapons. You tilted your head while addressing him, faux innocence painting your features, “who do you think finally killed that bastard while the men you hired were too busy shitting their pants?”

His eyes followed yours to his right, the bastard in question sprawled out near the entrance with a bullet rooted between his eyebrows. Even with the pistol firmly boring into his skin, the corners of San’s lips quirked upwards, redirecting his focus to take you in with dazed, unreadable eyes. “Oh, darling,” rough, broken knuckles grazed your jaw, his lips widening as you unconsciously leaned into the touch, “just when I thought I couldn’t want you more.”

Eyebrows shooting up �� the first hint of surprise flashing over your features — a blend of amusement and curiosity seeped into your expression, “oh?”

He walked you backwards, guiding you with the pistol pressing an indent into his flesh and a hand spreading warmth over your lower back, stopping his pointed steps once the wooden edge of the bar replaced the heated touch. He towered over you, leaning you back slightly over the glossy surface with lidded eyes studying your unchanging expression, the tip of his pointer tracing a languid line down the side of your face. Despite the gruesome scene surrounding you, and the firmness in which you held onto the pistol’s handle, your features were relaxed, easy smile gracing your lips and head tilted slightly in a discrete attempt to chase the gentle gesture. Choi San was not gentle, but one thing he did was make exceptions, unconcealable tenderness breaking through a rigid exterior to bleed into his calloused touch, to glimmer within narrowed eyes, and shape the honeyed words rolling off his otherwise sharp tongue.

Choi San didn’t make exceptions, scratch that. He made an exception.

To say he had been intrigued by you would be an understatement, years passing with him making time to drop by when he rarely ever needed to, making excuses to conceal his interest in a particular bartender who knew about his low-tolerance — classified information only a select few knew of —sneaking non-alcoholic beverages his way when he got pressured into drinking after a successful deal had been made in her presence. And despite the confidence oozing off you, shoulders straight and chin lifted as you batted your eyelashes flirtatiously at various customers, San noted the tremors shaking your fingers, the wary eyes darting in each direction while the men you worked with grazed against you while passing by, and those slurring their words drunkenly calling out to you from their booths. He noticed the tension in your shoulders even as the years went by, and regulars became familiar, their orders sliding across the bar seconds after they’d found an empty seat, before a greeting could slip out their smiling lips, pleased to be served by you once again. You knew the respect this façade had brought upon you, and yet your eyes remained sharp, solid walls built up behind the sultry smiles you handed these desperate men on a gold platter. And in the restless fight to break them down, San found himself too deep into a pit he could no longer pick himself up from. A pit brimming with burning want, a yearning so fervid, it ate at him from the inside out the more he pushed it away, cheap whores and endless mistresses futile in their attempts to simmer it down.

But now, the woman he so desperately wanted to break down between rough palms was trapped between his firm chest and the bar, still holding him at gunpoint while her free arm wrapped around his shoulder. It felt like hours, the steady ticking of the vintage clock hung on the bullet-riddled wall fading the deeper San peered into your eyes, looking up at him through curled eyelashes as the longer hand continued its clicking. Playfulness glimmered in your irises the longer San dragged his silence, as though he had no intention of building on his prior statement.

“What’s this about the great Choi San wanting me?”

Your tone indicated a challenge, a ‘how will he avert the situation to his advantage this time?’ while you kept your eyes on him, fingers tangling into the short hair at his nape to watch his eyelids droop even further at the pleasant stimulation. And perhaps what he needed was a pistol threatening to blow through his brain, realizing — after a chase lasting too many years — that he was tired of the endless back and forth, tired of the eager hands brushing over your body while he sipped on some fizzy beverage you’d handed him, watching as you basked under others’ attention, his own bullheadedness and pride pushing him further away from you when all he wanted to do was break every audacious finger that dared touch your skin in his presence.

Leaning closer, until his hot breath mingled with yours in the negligible gap he’d left between your faces, his hand curved over your jaw, thumb caressing the skin of your cheek, “baby, I’d give you the whole world if you’d just ask.”

The sudden confession surprised you, eyebrows flying up and jaw slackening under his touch, but you swiftly picked yourself up, a pleased smile stretching your lips as you bumped noses with him, “Mm, I’ll hold you up to that, Mr. Choi.”

Unlike the gradually deepening kisses shared in romance novels, teeth clanged and tongues pushed against one another, San’s hand travelling down your side to grab at your thigh until your feet lifted off the wooden floorboards. He set you down on the bar, fingers digging into the washed-out denim gathered at your hips while his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. Placing the pistol somewhere to your side, your hands wandered down San’s sculpted body and over the expanse of honey skin peeking through his open coat, fingertips grazing his nipples to elicit a sudden groan from the man’s lips, parting against your own. You made a mental note of his response, the corner of your mouth lifting as you repeated the action, the hungry clash of lips dwindling into interval pecks as you toyed with San’s chest, flushed and heated under your touch.

“About time you started thinking with your cock,” wrapping your legs around his frame, you dragged his pelvis closer to feel him against your core, hard and heavy within the confines of his pants.

He rolled his hips, eyes dazed as he took you in through the negligible gap separating you, breathing the same air as the friction and lust glazed over his lidded eyes. “Who said this was my cock speaking?”

Fingers pausing over his chest, you took in the implication behind his words, his heartbeat frenzied and erratic against your palm as though it was communicating in its own language, desperate to be heard amongst the chaos that was your nonexistent relationship with Choi San — a game of cat and mouse, with the roles reversing each time you’d crossed paths. Playful banter and meaningless flirting remaining at surface level with no endpoint in sight, both players stuck in a turmoil of pridefulness and cowardice, none willing to relent.

If you’d known a cheap, rusted pistol would push San onto his knees before you, you would’ve blown a bullet through someone’s head three years ago. It wasn’t the game you wanted to win for the sake of your treasured ego, but the thrashing muscle beneath your palm, one many would assume didn’t beat, cold-heartedness and dispassionate eyes only a few could see through. And perhaps that’s what drew him to you, your willingness to look past the blood on his hands and the barbarism in which he carried out his business, your eyes sparkling in interest rather than fear as you sneaked an unknown drink into his hand, treating him like a customer you wanted to woo into becoming a regular, and not as Choi San.

The silence stretched, until San’s mutter broke through the stillness, “do you fear me?”

You blinked up at him, pondering over his question for barely a second before whispering back, “no.”

Huffing out a small laugh, he cradled your jaw in one of his palms while his thumb caressed the skin of your cheek, “that’s reckless.” Perhaps his response should have scared you, or at least sent an icy chill down your spine, but your heart only ached for the man before you as you took in his feeble, half-hearted attempt at pushing you away. Ironic, considering he’d unconsciously leaned into you while he spoke, chest brushing against yours with every breath he inhaled. “You know I can’t be trusted.”

“Not when you look at me the way you do.”

A dangerous glint sparked in the dark of his irises, burning as he silently went over your words in his mind, the few seconds’ wait stirring up butterflies in your gut as you resisted cowering under his fierce gaze. And before you could question his speechlessness, or attempt a teasing remark to lessen the rigid tension beginning to choke you, San’s face was lurching forwards to capture your lips in another kiss. Hungrier, greedier, as though he’d been starved of you — and he’d argue he was — and was finally offered a taste, teeth clashing with his nose pressed against the side of yours as he sucked out the last of the oxygen in your lungs.

Emotion flooded into San’s chest, and he allowed it to seep through into his actions, hands restless and wandering over your frame while his tongue busied itself with exploring your mouth after you’d given him access. Short, breathy moans left your lips when his fingers tucked into the denim waistband of your jeans, eliciting a desperate groan from his as he struggled to undo the button separating him from your heat. The dizzying haze San’s soft lips on yours cast upon your mind broke, his eyes closed as he chased your retreating touch when the sudden awareness of your surroundings jerked you away from him. Despite your sudden rigidness, he didn’t allow you to move too far, tucking his face into the crook of your neck to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume masking the sharpness of the three cigarettes you’d smoked earlier.

His mouth found your pulse, tongue peeking out to drag kitten licks over the delicate skin in between the gentle pecks pressed onto the column of your throat. His breath warmed the stripes of saliva he’d left behind, “what’s wrong?”

San’s mouth stretched against your skin when your button finally popped open between his fingers, his thumb and index dragging the zipper down until black lace peeked through the opening. You flinched slightly, eyes wandering to the side while a bashful flush rode up your chest.

“San we—” you cleared your throat, “what about…?”

The thumb toying with the dainty lace paused when you’d placed your hand over his, directing his gaze over his shoulder with a faint nod of your head, eyes fixed onto your denim-clad lap. The two guards stood awkwardly by the entrance — Jongho appeared to be unfazed, yet the red tinting the tips of his ears betrayed his nonchalant attitude, intermittent coughs to relieve the dryness of his throat not going unnoticed under San’s watchful gaze. Mingi, on the other hand, fidgeted uncomfortably in hopes of relieving the suffocating tightness in his ironed dress pants, shifting his weight from one leg onto the other in a futile attempt to be discrete, the heavy arousal pressing against his zipper too tricky to conceal.

Moving his attention back to you, San lifted your gaze back to his softened eyes with a finger under your chin, “don’t worry, my darling, they wouldn’t dare look at what’s mine,” the words rolled off his tongue laced with dizzying sweetness. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, you noted the averted gazes of the two men, as well as the obvious arousal bulging in the blonde’s pants. San’s finger guided your focus back onto him, “uh-uh, eyes on me.”

With a gentle grip around your wrist, he guided your hand down the toned muscle of his abdomen and over the luxury, leather belt, his hand cupping the back of yours to press it into the twitching lust tenting his pants. Your eyelashes fluttered at the rush of arousal drenching your panties, wrapping your fingers around the clothed girth to elicit a shaky exhale from the parted, plush lips mere centimeters away from yours, leaning forward to close the gap between them. No longer minding the two spectators, your low moan vibrated over San’s mouth, tongue running over his front teeth while you palmed over his hardness, his chest shuddering against yours at the friction. With an arm around your waist, San lifted your hips just enough to tug the bothersome denim off you, leaving you to kick it off while he revelled in the gentle friction you provided him.

He rolled his hips into your touch, one hand still covering yours at his crotch while the other hurriedly pulled your shirt up to your chest, followed by your bra to watch your tits spill out under the band. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You hummed, watching as he’d begun leaning down towards your exposed chest before your hand shot up from his pants to grab his jaw, watching as he confusedly looked up at you, cheeks smushed between your fingers and eyes glazed over with want.

“Mm, I bet you’d like that,” tilting your head to the side, a playful smile curving your lips as you watched him process the mocking tone he’d previously used on you — your refusal to comply bewildered him, but most of all, it sent shocks of burning arousal straight to his core.

The arm around your waist dragged you closer to the edge of the bar, his other hand raking through the hair at the side of your head, desperation leaking into his tone as he sucked in a sharp breath, “god, you’re fucking perfect.”

His pouted lips found yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, bodies colliding as his urgency and yearning revealed themselves in hungry nips and bites. You carded your fingers through the dark strands, wrapping your legs around his hips once he’d slotted himself between your thighs, heavy bulge pressed and rutting against your overwhelming heat.

Your own impatience clawed at your cracking composure, a man you’d watched from afar, unobtainable to all but those he’d handpicked himself, only to toss away the morning after. And for as long as you’d remembered, you’d hoped he’d never pick you, afraid of the lingering feelings he’d leave behind as his broad frame walked out the room, his scent permeating the sheets still covering your sweaty figure, fingers entangled into the cotton in a hasty attempt at preserving the memory of  a man you’d wanted for years, but who only wanted you for a night.

Drawing back to take him in, the dystopian scenario your mind had drew up faded into dust as said man chased your lips, feline eyes shut, eyebrows drawn in as he registered the unreturning loss of your touch. While Choi San’s warmth may very well still be torn away from you, the morning sun shining over the world while leaving you alone in the chilling shade, you wondered if the memory of the burning body heat radiating off his soft skin would accompany you during those frosty, weary days. Barely weighing your options, you pressed yourself to the man before you, dragging him impossibly closer with the legs around his waist.

If the dawn of a new day were to illuminate the shards of your shattered heart, at least the moon would have borne witness to your undoing within Choi San’s fervid embrace.

“How about you be good and fuck me already?”

Digging his teeth into his bottom lip, San allowed you to guide his hands past the lacey waistband until your sweet arousal coated his fingertips, running them through your folds to feel you throbbing against him. His response was delayed, breathy as he struggled to focus with his hand in your panties, “be patient.”

Unlike any other statement that had left his plush lips, San’s tone was lacking, the noted detail stretching the corners of your mouth. “I can feel you shaking, Sir.”

The accusation earned you a firm glare, his gaze shifting from the indents of his knuckles against the lace to the cockiness painting your features. Was it nerves, or the anticipation? You wondered if Choi San ever felt any of those emotion, let alone allowed them to translate into his body language. And yet the unsubtle trembling continued, even as the deep baritone sounded in the negligible space separating you.

“Call me by my name.”

It seemed as though your choice of nickname was more alerting to him than the implication associated with his jitters. You wondered if this was his way of showing vulnerability, and the thought of another noticing his quivering irked you, “don’t wanna.”

To your surprise, San’s eyes softened, taking your jaw into his free hand and running his thumb beneath your bottom lip, “please, baby.” He circled his middle finger around your fluttering hole before breaching it, sinking all the way inside while his eyes studied your features. Letting out a breath at the stretch, your lips parted further when San’s thumb ran along the cracking skin, tongue peeking out to run over his nailbed. The sternness in his voice vanished and subtle whines mixed into his tone, “please, ‘wanna hear you saying my name.”

He slid another finger alongside the first, curving and running them over your walls until he grazed the spongy surface he’d been seeking, noting the flutter of your eyelashes, thighs tensing around his waist before spreading to allow him further access.

“C’mon,” he urged, fingertips digging into your g-spot as he shallowly thrusted them into your cunt, studying your face for encouragement as your eyebrows drew in and soft exhales quickened in pace. His thumb pressed into your bottom lip, and he leaned forward to leave an upwards trail of wet kisses over the slope of your jaw, mumbling against the flushed skin, “say my name, baby, let me hear it.”

You were putty in San’s arms, pleasure building in your gut as he fucked his fingers into your pussy, his hand trapped behind the lace and grinding his palm into your clit, the single syllable rolling off your tongue before you could help it, an airy repetition of his name, “San, San, San—” so sweet, melodic, bucking his hips into nothing at the sound, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and groaning into your skin, deep and gravelly, before sinking his teeth into the flesh.

A high-pitched whimper followed the echoes of his name, your walls clamping up around him as a sudden orgasm rushed through you, thighs shaking and back arching, head thrown backwards as he guided you back down with slow glides against your walls and tender kisses over the bitemark he’d left as a keepsake. Just as the tension in your muscles dwindled, San’s hand retreated out of your panties, hurriedly tugging the fabric down your legs and ignoring the audible tearing at the frantic action. He interrupted the complaint at the tip of your tongue with a look, berserk and brimming with searing lust,

“I need to fuck you right now,” his breathing was heavy, rapid, fingers digging into the flesh of your hip while his free hand rid him of his belt, tossing the leather to the side before undoing his pants and leaving them to fall to his ankles. “Can I, baby? I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a whine, wrapping your fingers around his biceps after he’d shrugged off his coat, revealing the wide expanse of soft, tan skin and bulging muscle, “want that, want you.”

San’s boxers gathered around his mid-thighs before his impatience became too much to handle, wrapping his arms around you to drag your hips closer before the burning heat of your core met his leaking cock. You breathed the same air, panting into the gap separating you as San ran his length through the slick coating your folds, once, twice, before his eagerness could no longer be held down. A visible shudder shook his toned figure as he breached your clenching hole, his cock stretching you open while you held onto his shoulders for stability, head angled downwards to watch your cunt swallow his cock whole.

“Fuck—darling, you gotta relax for me,” he bumped his forehead with yours, pressing tender kisses to your lips while you adjusted to his girth, unclenching your muscles and allowing the fullness to take over your senses. “Good girl,” he squeezed the back of your neck soothingly, planting a few pecks onto your cheekbone and temple.

He moved in shallow thrusts, craving the friction but refusing to part from the magnetic warmth of your cunt, slick squelching every time he pushed in and soft grunts leaving his lips as he cast his gaze onto your contorting face. He could tell you were still trying to hold your ground, but the pleasure soaring through your body at the languid grazes of his cockhead over your clenching walls dismantled the front you’d built up. And Choi San proved relentless in his pursuit, wanting nothing but to have you falling apart in his arms.

He snapped his hips without warning, a choked moan echoing in the back of your throat, “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he was so close, so deep, building up to a rhythm that rendered you momentarily speechless. “My own pretty girl to ruin.”

You made no effort in concealing your voice, intermittent ah’s making San’s insides flutter as he pounded into you, arms holding you firmly against his body as he seeked the tight squeeze of your cunt.

“You fucking wish,” lidded eyes not moving off him, you rolled your hips in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with just as much urgency, the heavy presence of his cock continuously fucking into you satisfying a years-long hunger you’d endured in silence.

“You can pretend all you want, but I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself,” the hand on your nape moved to the back of your head, pushing it down to vaunt his slick-coated cock peeking out of your pussy before stuffing it back inside, toned pelvis and snail trail glistening with your arousal as he grinded against your clit every time he sheathed himself within you. Leaning forward once again, San’s lips pressed against your cheekbone, moving over the skin as he rephrased his previous question into a sure statement, “you’re mine.”

And this time, you didn’t protest, didn’t tease, but simply nodded your head and breathed out a defeated, “yeah, ‘m all yours.”

San’s cock twitched, his hand dropping to your thigh to dig his fingers into the flesh, the other still wrapped possessively around you while he pistoned his hips into your sopping cunt, sweat beading over his temples while your foreheads remained flush, hot air circulating between your mouths as you pressed them against each other in breathless kisses, swallowing each other’s moans as ecstasy soared through your bodies.

“San—nngh fuck—" the more your back arched you away from him, the closer San drew you in, as though he couldn’t function without every patch of your skin glued to his own; until your nipples pressed together and his scent was all-consuming.

San prided himself in his stamina, but with your walls wrapped around him, his cock pulsed violently and all he could think about was fucking you full. “Gonna give you all I have,” he grunted, rhythm faltering and growing sloppy as the build of his orgasm blinded him, “you’ll take it all, won’t you?”

It seemed as though all you could do was nod, the sound of your synced breaths and skin-on-skin reverberating in the air surrounding your intertwined frame. All you could think about was San, so full of San, his scent, his warmth, his secure hold. San, San, San. The man noticed the sudden trance consuming you, moving his head back to hold your face in his palm, waiting until your eyes focused back on him to speak again,

“There you are,” it was barely a whisper, but you released a deep breath you’d unintentionally been holding, muscles relaxing despite the hurried pace of his hips pounding into you, “’m gonna fill you up, yeah?” Though you were on the brink of delirium, wanting nothing more but San’s thick cum deep within you, you remained quiet, watching as desperation seeped into his expression. “Please, baby—fuck—please let me, let me make a mess of you.”

You ran your fingers through his damp locks, scratching at his scalp to watch the feline eyes droop further. “Begging looks good on you,” you giggled, noting his slowed pace as he staved off his orgasm, a creamy ring of white forming around his cock.

An exasperated whine escaped his throat, his hips betraying him as they chased a pleasure he’d been delaying, “you’ll look so pretty full of my cum, you’ll take it so well.”

The furrow of his eyebrows, pretty pink tinting his skin and fingers trembling where he replaced them at your nape, you couldn’t find it in you to refuse him anymore, the familiar tingle of your impending orgasm breaching your brittle mask of nonchalance.

“Give it to me, Sannie, I’ll take it all.”

That was all San needed, the nickname blurring his vision as he stuffed his length into your cunt, pelvis pressed against your clit as he painted your walls with sticky ribbons of pearly white, his cock throbbing while he fed his load into your womb. You watched his eyes flutter shut and mouth form a perfect ‘o’ as he used your warm hole to milk himself of every last drop, graced with the opportunity to watch him unravel for only a few moments before he dragged you into his body, tucking your head into his neck while he grinded his twitching cock into your cum-soaked pussy. It was so much, so warm as he flooded your insides with his seed, a thin stream dribbling out of your stretched entrance while he shot a few more pathetic spurts.

You tangled your fingers into the short locks at his nape, reveling in the untamed, successive moans San let out into your ear, the mix of his deep baritone and high-pitched whimpers leading your pussy to clench around him. And despite the building overstimulation, he started up a steady rhythm once again, pulling out before slamming back inside. You felt the thick cum flooding out of you, only to be fucked back into your needy cunt. An orgasm you’d thought had dwindled away built right back up as San’s cockhead pounded relentlessly into your g-spot, thighs clamping around his hips as they guided you towards the edge.

You clung to his shoulders, hesitantly pushing your head back when he’d gripped the hair at your nape, shaky breath blowing against your skin as he watched you melt in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, “gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” your cunt pulsed sporadically as he pumped it full of his sensitive cock, and he leaned down to pepper kisses over your eyelids.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Look at me,” he muttered over the delicate skin, his smile dripping with sweetness once you’d done as he asked, faltering slightly when your walls finally clamped up around him, “that’s it—fuck—that’s a good girl.”

Vivid flashes of colour painted your vision, muscles spasming in San’s hold as you finally tumbled over the edge. He coaxed you through it with languid glides over your trembling walls, honeyed voice mumbling praise into your ear while ecstasy rocketed through your body, going completely silent through the first wave before a broken moan ripped through your chest. Your cunt squelched with the added slick, a mixture of your release and San’s simultaneously being fucked into and out of the used hole, and San wanted nothing but to spread you open and swallow your combined taste until you squirmed and thrashed under him, pulling at his hair and squeezing his head between your thighs. But exhaustion was apparent in your eyes, body going limp in his arms as you finally came down, spasming and whimpering while weakly pushing at his bicep.

San didn’t pull out, but simply slid his whole length back inside you and stilled, waiting until your features relaxed before leaning in for a kiss — slow, deep, breaking apart to plant a succession of feathery pecks over your pouted lips.

As he tucked you closer once again, nuzzling your nose into his pulse point, you wondered if this was how Choi San treated all his women, lulling them into a false sense of security before ripping their heart out of their chest, leaving them with the bitter memory of what could have been and the retreating shadow of his broad frame. But one peek over his shoulder, you took in the wordless conversation shared between the two guards, bewilderment and questioning glinting in their widened eyes, frantic hands flailing at their sides in an attempt to dissect the situation. The peculiar scene eased your concerns, and the steady heartbeat of the man you’d longed to hold you for so long laced the air around you with a comforting aroma.

Twisting his head, San studied your dazed expression for a few moments before you’d met his eyes, earning you an easy smile and dimpled cheeks that sent your heartrate on a frenzy, and with your chests flush, San’s lips only smiled further at the realization. The man had warned you about the recklessness of trusting him, and while you knew it to be as such, you were content to live in this warm aura of comfort he’d provided you so long as you could bare witness to this side of vulnerability unknown to many. And even if this moment were to be fleeting, leaving you to grieve the short-live tenderness instead of revel within it, San’s overwhelming warmth and the fervency of his embrace would eternally linger, casting a comforting glow on any desolate, bitter days to come.

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hi hi i’m back!! i’m so sorry if it’s too late but can i pls req forehead kiss w/ william eklund?

lowkey started waxing poetic about shrockey and the indomitable human spirit in this one icl

[ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

william eklund x f!reader, rated g. all fluff!! cutesy post season vibes

soft, evening light streams in through the sheer curtains in your living room. chatter fills the room as you look around, guests scattered and sipping on the sharks-themed cocktails you'd crafted. there are appetizers placed on the coffee table, breads and cheeses, and little finger foods you made the night before. the main course sits waiting in the oven, all that's left is to finish this strawberry filling, then it's time to eat.

it isn't often you get time like this, william's schedule makes it hard to attend your dinner parties. but you've always loved to cook, loved to host, and loved having people in your space.

so finally, when the regular season has ended and your boyfriend is free from the never-ending games and practices, your first move is to host a dinner party. you invite your own friends and tell william to invite any teammates he wants, eager to celebrate the season.

some would ask how you kept such high spirits after an agonizingly long season, littered with losses, trades, injury and illness. but it was easy, really. you and your friends alike enjoy attending the games, losses included. and the boys can see that their effort is paying off, even if only to a small extent.

there's plenty of joy to be found in san jose, you think.

william's arm wraps around your middle, pulling you from your thoughts and the rhythmic stirring of your strawberry filling, prepping for dessert. his lips land a kiss to your forehead as he asks softly, "what're you thinking about, love?"

you shake your head with a smile, push up on your toes, and mirror the kiss he gave you onto his own forehead. "nothin', just how my boyfriend is on the coolest team in the league."

your boyfriend blushes, "i wouldn't say that..."

"i would," you respond with a shrug. "or maybe the most fun?"

"mm, what about the handsomest?" william counters, stepping closer to smother your cheek with playful kisses.

"most handsome," you correct. "and i dunno, i think that one might have to go to the devils. have you seen nico hischier? ooh! or-"

william only laughs at your teasing, kissing your lips to silence any further suggestions.

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PAIRING choi san x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.37k

GENRES kinda fluff ig﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, friends to lovers, reader is lowkey down horrendous, but san is too i guess, um tbh this is just porn with minimal plot… 😭, reader gets jealous, Tension, i can’t think of anything else for the tame aspect so, making out, exhibitionism, soft dom!san, marking-ish, scratching, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, they’re like kinda clumsy in the way that everything is a fucking joke to them, actually a lot of kissing, san’s a sweet talker, public sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), creampie, cutesy ending

SUMMARY it’s annoying that your gym partner constantly gets flirted with right in front of you, especially when you have a crush on said gym partner. good thing your gym partner has a crush on you, too.

MORE HELLO oh my god okay, this is my first written fic on this blog and im actually so nervous posting it… but fuck it! we ball! this wasn’t originally the first fic i was gonna post but,,, the other one is still marinating in the drafts so you get mr. choi san instead <3 ALSO THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO. my blog is 2 weeks old that’s insanity 🤕 big thank u to the loml @kimsohn for betaing for me ilysm maya <<3 pls reblog if u enjoyed and pls moot me :( i need more atiny friends 💔

“Wow, San, you’re so strong,”

You scoff to yourself as you watch the trio of girls surround him, dainty fingers touching anywhere they can. He laughs sheepishly, shifting his seat on the weight bench. You think it’s funny, really, the fact that he was eating up their attention and acting like he was so shy about it. He was supposed to be your gym partner. 

With a small grunt, you take the dumbbells in front of you and focus on your form in the mirror. You make attempt after attempt to ignore the commotion behind you, but ultimately fail. How could you not stare with all the obnoxious giggling? Even as you lunge, eyes zeroed in on the perfect 90° angle your legs make, you can still make out the group’s reflection in the mirror. 

Every drag of a manicured nail along his bicep, each twirl of hair, it was pissing you off. You had no real right to be mad, though. It’s not like San was your boyfriend or anything. You were just friends, and he’d volunteered to help you out when you mentioned struggling at the gym. What started as him spotting you when needed and giving tips to help improve your workouts, turned into waiting around for him to stop flirting with the girls who flocked over to him. 

Maybe you were being a bit dramatic. It’s not like this happened every time you came to the gym, but it was enough to be irritating. There was also a very high probability that it ticked you off so much because you had a crush on San yourself. Your infatuation was less superficial, however. Yes, he was an attractive man, that was one fact that couldn’t be refuted, but there was more to him than his big muscles and handsome face.

You’d known San since you met in your first year Anthropology course. This was way before he started hitting the gym and building his physique. He used to be this thin, pretty boy. Girls thought he was cute, but that was about it. No one was jumping at the chance to ask him out, or giggling at his every word. No one except for you.

He was not only cute, but he was sweet and funny and just about every good quality you could think of. You didn’t want to be one of those people who thought you were special because you knew him before his insane bodily transformation, though in a way you were. San was your good friend above anything else, and you had a fear instilled in you that that’s all he would ever be. The idea made your stomach churn.

”Do you think you could bench me?”

A sigh pushes past your lips when you see one of the girls get a little closer to him. You’re over working out at this point, ready to just call it a day and go home. What were you doing here if your partner was going to ignore you the entire time? You set the dumbbells back on their respective rack, grabbing your phone and water bottle while simultaneously turning up the volume on your headphones to drown out everything around you. 

You don’t bother telling San that you’re leaving, making your way into the changing rooms to grab the rest of your things from your locker. The frown etched onto your face as you do so serves as a reminder that he would never see you in that way. Perhaps you were perpetually stuck as the girl space friend. With a giant emphasis on the space. 

There’s a gentle grasp around your wrist, making you jump in surprise. You turn around with wide eyes, pushing your headphones off your ears. San stares back at you with an unreadable expression, lips slightly pursed.

”God, San, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you hold a hand to your chest, heaving up and down a little.

”I tried calling your name, but you didn’t hear me,” he shrugs, releasing your arm and shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready to leave?”

”You looked busy.” Really, you wanted to hide the jealousy and bitterness from your tone, but ultimately failed, even throwing in an unintentional scrunch of your nose. It feels like your heart dropped to your stomach, resembling a prey caught by its predator when you realize the connotation behind your words.

San smiles at you, a smug grin that’s so out of character for him, you’re a little nervous now. He takes a step forward and you back up until you reach the lockers, one of his hands coming up to rest on the surface near your head. A small chuckle breaches the sound barrier, his eyes drinking in your figure like he might never get the opportunity to do it again. “Y/N… are you jealous?”

Instinctively, you shake your head. What he doesn’t know can’t kill him. But then he’s raising an eyebrow in question and you feel like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You blink up at him, nails digging into your palms to keep your composure. “Should I be?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, that same cocky smirk on his features. He knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself. He has you cornered and he’s using it to his advantage. The hand that isn’t holding his weight comes up to your face, fingers gliding along your jaw with a feather light touch. “No, I don’t think so. The only girl who’s attention I really care about is right where I want her.”

Your breathing stutters, halting in your throat and momentarily winding you. Choi San might very well be the death of you. Especially with that darkened look in his eyes, the chocolate brown color now resembling the night sky. His thumb swipes across your lower lip, letting it resume its original place. “What do— what do you mean by that?”

He was giving you a bone, a hint that he could potentially feel the same as you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted the words to leave his mouth and verbally confirm that for you. Want wasn’t even good enough. You needed it. 

“There’s no way you don’t know,” San says, voice hushed. “No way that you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since first year.”

Something similar to a choked groan departs from you, your pulse racing in your ears, thumping beneath your chest. You’re too stunned to move, frozen in your spot in case this is all some fucked up dream. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone could walk in, doesn’t even cross your mind that you’re in too public of a setting for this conversation or where it could go. 

“I don’t— I didn’t…” Your eyes attempt to stay on his, but keep flickering down to his mouth. 

“It was so hard for me to play nice guy for so long,” he whispers, a pout adorning his expression. “And today? I couldn’t even stare at you shamelessly because of those damn girls. It’s so fucking annoying when they bother me while I’m trying to flirt with you. But since I’m Nice Guy San, I can’t be rude.”

“You flirt with me?” You snort, your shell shock wearing off and a goofy smile worming its way onto your face. He laughs along with you, tilting away to hide the warmth blooming on his cheeks. The tension is still present, but it’s a lot more bearable.

”I guess I’m not very good at it if you couldn’t even tell,” he glances down at his feet, the confident San from before long gone and now replaced by a bashful version. “Am I going crazy, or is this gonna go somewhere? I don’t want to misread anything and ruin what we already have. The ball is entirely in your court.”

It’s your turn to be shy, shrinking in on yourself slightly. Acknowledging that you had feelings for San was a separate can of worms. There was a big difference between him confessing to you and vice versa. You know if given the stage, you’d just start blabbering on and on about how you feel for him, and that would just be embarrassing for both of you. So instead you say, “Can I show you?”

When he nods, your fingers raise to his jaw, cupping it gently as you lean up. Your lips brush his softly, barely grazing them. His eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine simply from your kiss. A pleasant buzz courses through your veins from your lips to the tips of your fingers. You’ve wanted this forever, you don’t think you could ever go back.

You pull back and San fists the fabric of your t-shirt on your waist, eyes still closed as he chases your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you again?”

“Please,” you whine, enveloping your lips with his as soon as you get the green light. This time is desperate, noses bumping each other. You’re going lightheaded and dizzy, already intoxicated by him. Your back presses into the lockers behind you, arching into his chest for more. 

He deepens the kiss and it’s almost too much. You’re overwhelmed by the emotions taking control of you, not at all prepared for what would come with actually being with San. It had always been a distant fantasy, something that felt so completely out of reach that you didn’t dare let yourself indulge in the notion for too long. The way his lips lock with yours, fluidly and synchronously like missing pieces of a puzzle, you think you can die happily. 

“As hot as it would be to fuck you right here, I’d rather not get kicked out of this gym,” he chuckles breathlessly. “And since we’re both sweaty from working out, I think we could use a shower. Don’t you?”

You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nodding frantically at his suggestion. Though you imagined your first time with San being in a bed, slow and sensual, you’d be so stupid to complain about this. Fucking in one of the gym showers, where anyone could hear you? Go big or go home. 

He scopes the area to ensure the coast is clear before hauling you into one of the stalls, dragging the curtain shut. You kiss roughly between removing articles of clothing, San turning on the water while his lips make quick work of your neck. Goosebumps form on your skin when the cool water hits it, your fingers combing through his wet hair as he sucks harsh marks into your collarbone and sternum. 

“You’re so gorgeous, babe,” he mutters into your skin, nipping lightly at the tops of your tits. One of his hands travels south, sliding through your folds with ease. He rubs tight circles into your clit, prodding at your entrance with his ring finger. “I need you to cum for me once before I fuck you for real, okay?”

“Mhm,” you moan quietly, hiking one of your legs around his waist. His finger pushes inside you to the knuckle and then curls. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, back arching off of the tiled wall. “Feels so good, San…”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, trailing pecks up your neck and along your jawline. You whimper in his ear, cunt sucking in his finger greedily. He adds a second, the middle one, and applies pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. The sight of you falling apart by his hand alone is sending blood rushing to his brain. 

Your body feels hot to the touch, risking a downwards glance at where his fingers disappear into your pussy. It forces another whine out of you, your head tossing back. You tug at the strands of hair that stick to the nape of his neck, steeling yourself the only way you can in this position. San just seemed to know you, to know exactly what you needed without you having to tell him. Either he was really good at guessing, or everything he did seemed to be perfect, because you’ve never climbed to the summit this quickly before. 

There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach that weaves itself tighter and tighter with each curl of his digits and each swirl of his thumb on your clit. You think you could cry from how attentive he was, from how determined he was to provide you pleasure. Your cunt contracts around his fingers, and he can sense the precipice of your orgasm, speeding up his pace. 

You squirm around in his hold, allowing him to spread apart your thighs so he can brush the pads of the digits buried inside of you up against that spongy sweet spot. You’re trembling now, nearing the edge of that familiar cliff. “San, baby, I’m— god— I’m so close,”

“Let go for me, my love.” He coos into the corner of your mouth, hushing your moans. He doesn’t slow his assault, inching you further and further towards your release like it was his own personal mission. That knot in your belly begins to unravel until it slips through your grasp completely, your orgasm rocking into you like a tidal wave. 

San aids you as you ride out your high, already spent before he’s even gotten the chance to be inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, pulling out his fingers with caution since you were still so sensitive. Your nails claw down his front, scratching his abdomen with a purpose. He shudders beneath you, lips curling up into another soft smile. 

“What?” You ask with a giggle, mirroring his expression when he wipes water from your face. 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, grin unwavering. “You just look really pretty like this.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, Choi San.” You tease, yanking him down for a saccharine kiss. He reciprocates without hesitation, drawing his palm on your thigh so he can wrap it around his waist again. 

“Me? Never…” He laughs along your mouth. “Is it working, though?”

You roll your eyes playfully, reconnecting your lips. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?”

“What kinda question is that?” He glides the tip of his cock between your folds, shutting you up instantaneously. He’s heavy where he sits, slipping the shaft through your lower lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you forget where you are, baby.”

Before you can even let out another sound of appreciation, he’s stretching you out, cock thrusting up into your pussy without warning. You jump up a bit to hook your other leg around his hips so he’s supporting your whole weight. The new angle makes it easier for him to delve deeper in your cunt, his dick accessing places you’d never knew existed. 

After he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his length, he starts to move, pistoning in and out of you much more forcefully than he did with his fingers. Your lips part for a voluminous moan, but then you hear a group of loud girls entering the shower area and San slaps a hand over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop, fucking into you without a single care for the people on the other side of the shower curtain. 

“Did any of you see where San went? He disappeared so fast.” 

You recognize the voice as belonging to one of the girls who was openly flirting with San while you were working out. Not even needing to see her, you can picture the exaggerated pout on her face based on her tone alone. 

“He probably followed after that stupid bitch he’s always with.”

Your half lidded eyes meet San’s but he still pays no mind to them, digging his nails into your plush thighs. He pulls all the way out, just to slam his cock all the way back in. His pace leisures, but his power doesn’t, abusing your cunt with every snap of his hips. 

“I think I’m gonna ask him out next time I see him. I have to stake my claim before someone else does.”

He holds back a laugh, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You drown out their conversation after that, too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls so deliciously to even worry about those idiot girls. Little did they know he was closer than they thought…

Thankfully, they leave not much longer after that, and he uncovers your mouth. You gasp for air, panting feverishly when he picks up his speed again. Your bottom lip quivers with a whine, too fucked out to conjugate words that make sense. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Taking me like a fucking princess,” San praises. He groans, water droplets slipping along the valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen. It drips with every roll of his hips and every thrust of his cock into your pussy. This was what he had been building up to, what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Who’s fucking you like this?”

“Mmm,” you moan, supping him in deeper, further, as cavernous as humanly possible. “You, San— fuck— y-you are.”

You arch your back, sneaking a hand in the middle of the two of you and pressing the pads of your fingers harshly on your clit when you do so. San holds you closer to him so your pelvic bones nearly clash each time he punches into you. The change in depth that he fucks you has your cunt squelching, any semblance of coherent thought escaping you. 

Your vision goes blank, stars decorating the backs of your eyelids as your second orgasm blindsides you. Not a sound leaves you after it knocks into you, cumming with so much force you think you might pass out in San’s arms. When you’ve finished, you let out a guttural groan, walls fluttering around his cock. 

“Gonna cum— shit— where do—“ you interrupt him with a whimper. 

“Cum inside of me,” your begging tone has him spilling into you practically on command. He fills you up perfectly, a moan from deep within him reaching your ears. You both stay like that for a moment, skin sticking to the other’s due to the thin sheen of sweat coupled with the steam of the shower coating your bodies. 

You can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, one of your hands coming up to caress his back gently. He pulls out with a wince, palms resting on either side of you as he recuperates. He breathes through his nostrils, forehead glued to your shoulder. His hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. 

“It’s safe to assume you’re gonna turn that girl down when she asks you out, right?” You ask suddenly, attempting to diffuse whatever’s in the air between you now. San laughs into your shoulder. 

“Y/N, I’m turning down any girl who asks me out from now on,” he stands upright, biting his lip before kissing you gently. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that very much.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Girlfriend?”

“Am I being too overzealous?” His nose scrunches up. 

“You’re being the right amount of zealous, I think,” you brush away a strand of wet hair that falls into his eyes. “But I think your ‘girlfriend’ would like it if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

Choi San is the prettiest man you’ve ever set your sights on, but somehow, he looks even prettier smiling down at you after having sex with you in a gym shower. It’s a feat that should be considered illegal, and you should receive restitution for the distress it’s caused on your heart. 

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

And well, maybe you’d deal with that later. It was kind of difficult to ignore that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was directed at you. You nod without a second thought. 

“I would love nothing more.”

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[b0ne-merchant]

Howdy! I’ve been loving your writing, and I was wondering if you could do head-cannons for UT, UF, and US with a S/O who’s insecure about their body? Obsessing over how clothes look on them and unhealthy dieting, that kind of thing?

Absolutely!!! I love some soft, reassuring boys.... I hope everyone reading this knows that you're gorgeous and awesome :) The boys certainly think so! <3

Undertale!Bros, Underfell!Bros, & Underswap!Bros with an insecure S/O

UT!Sans

Sans makes it his mission to make you laugh as much as possible every day. He's jumping on every opportunity to make stupid jokes to pick your mood up.

When you make a negative comment about yourself, he's complimenting an extremely specific and goofy aspect of you in rebuttal.

"I hate the way this shirt looks on me." "but your eyebrows are very even."

He would show you how much your organs go for on the black market and be like "see? you're pretty damn priceless."

He does little things to make sure you're taking care of yourself.

He always makes a double order of fries at restaurants even when you say you don't want anything. He helps pick outfits for you and reassures you that you look stunning when you protest. He kisses you up and down your body and reminds you that you are extremely beautiful.

If he catches you staring at the mirror for too long he starts making stupid faces at it. Anything to hear that laugh of yours.

Sans tries to convert that negative energy into lighthearted poking fun at yourself. Life is more whimsical when you can joke around and be silly.

If you can't find anything to wear, he'll suggest just wearing your pajamas out with 100% seriousness. That's how you find yourself in the grocery store with him, both in your pjs, at 2 in the afternoon.

Sans is a ridiculous man, but he's your ridiculous man.

UT!Papyrus

Papyrus takes your insecurity as a personal attack on his integrity.

He would never choose anyone less than great to be his partner, so he simply must help you to see that!

He is the most proactive of the group in helping you see yourself in a better light.

He's waking you up early in the morning to join him on his daily jog (he'll cut it down from 10 miles to just 1 for you).

If you get too tired, Papyrus will scoop you up like you weigh nothing and finish the run with you in his arms, recounting all the things he likes about you.

Each week, he'll find a new healthy recipe for the two of you to make together. Your weekly task is to find a new recipe for a sweet treat that the two of you can bake together.

Papyrus gets a lot more adamant about cooking for every meal. That way, he can make sure you're eating and drinking enough.

He also signs you and him up for lots of different activities around the city. Rollers skating lessons, pottery classes, cheap lectures at the community college, he's looking into everything.

Generally, Papyrus is doing the most to help you get out of the house and enjoy yourself, showing you how much more there is to life than obsessing over yourself and how you appear.

He wants to bring out the best of you, and show you that taking life by the horns and just having fun is way more satisfying than letting negative thoughts control you.

Fell!Sans (Red)

Red has a little bit of a Napoleon Complex, so he definitely gets the feeling of being uncomfortable in your own skin (bones?).

His way of helping you is talking about his own insecurities and showing you that you're not alone.

He'll show you all the scars on his bones, telling you how he got each one. Sometimes he'll put a funny spin on it just to make the mood more lighthearted.

The way you see yourself lowkey pisses him off because all he sees is a fine piece of ass that he wants to spend his life with.

He threatens to beat the bad thoughts up for you.

When you comment on an insecurity, Red starts shadowboxing and asking you if he knocked out the negativity yet.

You could be wearing a literal frumpy clown costume and Red would still drool and wolf whistle at you.

If you're fussing too much about your looks, he'll cave and throw his jacket on you, telling you there isn't a single version of you that wouldn't look good with it on.

Red jokes that you should be a critic. Then you'd at least get paid for being nit-picky about things.

Seriously though he loves you to death and wishes you would be more kind to yourself, even if that means he has to stay up all night whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you sleep about how perfect you are.

Fell!Papyrus (Edge)

It does catch Edge a little off guard that you feel this way about yourself. He's been so busy protecting you from outside threats that he doesn't think that there's an inside threat.

It doesn't worry him too much, however. There isn't an enemy that he can't defeat, after all.

Edge is going to brute force confidence into you. Exposure therapy to the max.

You can't find anything to wear that you think looks good on you? He's is taking you shopping for a full wardrobe reset.

He picks out some fits that match his own style (black leather and studs, very edgy, maybe a little revealing, too), and he takes you out to dinner.

He muses that people are probably very jealous of him when you're around (he usually tells you that people are jealous of you).

Edge will literally yell affirmations at you. He'll shake your shoulders and shout that you're amazing.

He'll also clamp his hand over your mouth when you're about to say something negative and give you a very stern look, almost like a parent scolding their child for swearing.

His romance game skyrockets. Lots of public displays of affection on his end. He wants to show you -- and everyone around you -- that you are desirable.

Believe this man when he tells you how perfect you are. Meeting his standards could be an Olympic-level sport, and you manage to fill every single one.

Swap!Sans (Blue)

If you start self-deprecating, Blue will shoot you with the most devastating set of puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

He hates to see you beating yourself up about the most trivial of things.

Every day, Blue leaves a note with something he loves about you around the house where he knows you'll find it. You have a big jar in your room where you deposit them, and you can look through them whenever you're feeling down.

He will sit you down and go through his extensive library of photos of you and him and talk about how perfect you look in each of them.

Halfway through his gallery, Blue gets the idea to go do a professional photo shoot with you so he can "capture your present beauty."

He makes you start your day with positive affirmations, telling him one thing you like about yourself. He will nod vigorously and expand on it with stars in his eyes.

Much like Papyrus, Blue becomes your personal chef and whips up whatever you desire, ensuring you're getting enough food every day.

He very adamant about showing you off in public. He'll swoon on his feet and tell strangers that you're just the greatest.

He will pick you up and twirl you around just yapping about how great you are and how happy you make him.

Blue wishes with all his might that you could see yourself as he sees you, his star.

Swap!Papyrus (Stretch)

This man is so smitten with you that it shocks him to his core that you don't see yourself in the same light as he sees you.

Stretch silences your self-consciousness with kisses. As soon as you open your mouth to say something negative about yourself, you're cut short with his teeth pressed against your lips.

He buys you a pretty leather journal to write down your feelings in. It matches the one that he has for his own feelings.

When he notices you fretting over your outfits, he suddenly turns up holding a near-replica of his orange hoodie, just for you. Now you can match in style and comfort!

When you're hard on yourself, Stretch is hard on himself. He tells you that he won't be nice to himself if you aren't nice to yourself.

Sometimes he lays down on the floor and feigns dying when you're being negative. He says only a compliment to yourself (and a kiss to him) will bring him back to life.

When you are particularly hard on yourself, however, he hugs you tight and tells you that in a room full of models, you'd still outshine them all.

Stretch is a lot more clingy when he knows you're feeling down about yourself. You'd be full of self love if it transferred through skin-to-bone contact the way he's attached at the hip to you.

"Ugh, I look terrible." "yeah, and on the topic of saying things that are impossible, my skin is super dry."

He deflects a lot of your insecurities like this. He does his best to make you feel good with compliments towards you and silly jokes about himself.

[cyberpunkhwx]

please make a san version of the Average Stamina? Pretty please but a little longer and After her first squirt San makes her squirt over and over?

Fuck you empty

Pairing: bf!San x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: pure smut, mdni, dom!San, sub!reader, fingering, oral(fem recieves), praises‌, pet names(love, babe, baby, darling), multiple cumming, multiple squirting, overstimulation, pretty quick ending and after care |let me know if i forgot anything|

Average stamina

A/n: atinys are hella kinky tbh. lowkey proofreaded~ pls ignore all the typos etc and let yourself enjoy the filth

You could say you knew your boyfriend of three years almost better than anyone else. From all he was passionate about, to dancing, singing his heart out and to being the best boyfriend the world has ever seen.

But some stuff takes three years to learn about

......

"Cmon baby give me one more, I know you can do it" He exhaled the words, barely audible. Only aving you coming down from your high wasn't enough for him, like he could even have enough of your pretty little flushed orgasm face.

"Sannie- please! Ahhm" you struggle again his bruising grip holding onto your waist, pinning tou on the mattress of your shared bed. Your hands move down to his bigger ones, not sure if you were holding into him for support or trying to escape the unwanted pleasure he was giving you regardless.

He rubbed his thumb across your soft tummy to comfort, while his other arms was busy mercilessly thrusting three fingers in your already soaking hole.

"Oh? Yes my baby, you can give me more, I know you do. Cmon, make your Sannie proud" He loosened the grip on your waist to let you hold his hand, before holding it tightly again. Not trusting your hips to stay put on its own.

Instead he moved his hand toward your lower belly, low enough for his thumb to now be resting on your puffy clit, rubbing circles on it to help you get closer, as if you werent already bursting wirh the pleasure.

"Feels good nah darling? You feel it too? The burning feeling right here in your little belly?" He pressed the same thumb onto your lower belly making you scream in pain, lifting your legs up uncontrollably, arching your back as far as you could.

Fuck his and his stupid thumb.

That's what you thought. But not exactly what you whimpered.

"Sannie- so close please- more-ah"

"Oh? Thought you wanted me to stop? Make your mind love" he said not hiding the smirk in his voice as moved his hands even faster if it even was possible. You could feel your legs shaking around his body as you kept on arching your back toward him, you body moving itself towards him, as if it knows your desires better.

"Sannie- cumming cumming, it's-cumming-" He moved his hands to a new angle, hitting were you thought he should've have, because the moment he did, you felt the wave of euphoria wash over your soul as if you could feel anything no more. As if your body went numb, you let go of everything except for your lifely grip of his hand.

"God damn my baby, you made a mess" you said taking his fingers out of your now freaking dripoing cunt. After not hearing any answers, he pulled his hand holding you, towards him, making your head face him, looking at his now wet lower body, mixed with his own pre cum, on his now angey red cock.

"You see this love? You did this, all this with thay pretty cunt of yours" he let go of your head, letting you crawl in a corner.

"We are you going babe? Are you gonna be so cruel to this pretty pussy? Look at it, it's yearning for more" He let his index and middle finger wrap themselves around sensetive clit, squizing it the slightest just to get your attention back to him.

"Hmm love? I can feel like beating for more, it starts to drip again, is it because of my words? Or because of my fingers working on you?" He kept his movement, frustratingly slowly.

"Sannie- can't do more-tired" you muttered, hips already shaking at his movement, trying to fine a way to escape.

"Oh baby, that's why I take charge here, yo can't make the right decisions after a few orgasm, tsk" He chuckled before continuing-

"You still have alot to give me my darling, I'm just trying to help you" He re-angled his hands, now having all fingers on your bare pussy, moving harshly to the sides, caging you legs with his much stronger ones.

You cried out his name multiple times before feeling the liquid dripping harshly out of your hole.

"Hmm, not quite there now are we love?" It was a theoretical question. No answer needed. He gave your over sensetive clit and few more rubs, as if he was enjoying this more than he's supposed to be. Maybe he does.

He moved his fingers, lower towards you hole, pushing in two fingers scissors you open, only for more than your cum to drip out.

"oh baby, your body if calling for me, gonna fuck you empty" he muttered to himself. He lifted your hips higher, placing it on a pillow nearby. Having fully acces to your little cunt. He moved his mouth to your clit, sucking in it with his whole mouth, while his fingers begun to play with your walls.

"Cmon baby, squirt it all on my face, let ir go and you'll feel better. I know best" He voice was muffled and so were your ears with the sound of your heart beating louder than ever. Everything felt so great and painful at the same time. You wanted it to stop and never end. Your brain told you that you couldn't take more while your body went limb in san's hold, trusting with your whole being.

"sannie, cumming" that was all you could say before abutting your mouth again, rubbing your cunt towards his handsome face.

"Cum baby, be a good girl" you let you eye lids close as you felt ridiculously empty, as if you were even lighter.

Suddenly you whined in pain as you saw your boyfriend slowly and so gently letting your sore legs now on the soft bit drenched mattress.

"Now that felt better, didn't it? He said winking right after. Running a hand on your body, giving a fast massage before he grabbing his t-shirt from the ground to clean both you and him.

" I think we'll need abit more wash clothes than this one" He joked, still having enough energy to move around with his naked butt.

"But no worries, I got us both"! He said showing you his dimples as if he didn't take the soul out of you.

Ateez masterlist

[sanspuppet]

Hey! I know your hard hours are currently closed but you can take your time on this request I'll be patient hehe but i need YOU to write this because you're lowkey my favourite writer 🤭 but anyway could I request a san smut where y/n gets horny from reading a sex scene from a book 👀 hehe tanku ;))

San x afab!reader

W/T: lot of dirty talk (yay), kind of daddy kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kitten), unprotected sex (👎🏻), breeding kink

A/O: ahww thank you anon! i really appreciate it mwah <33 i hope you can like it!

Your legs shut intensely as soon as the novel you’ve been reading comes to an end. Fuck if it was a masterpiece that book, the chemistry between the two lovers caught your attention until the last sentence of the very last page. Less to say it, you almost forgot your own existence reading the scene when the two got finally to make out, they whispered little dirty things to each other ears, groped every part of their bodies, before having the most romantic and wild sex you could have ever experienced. You closed the book, placing it next to your side. Your legs were crossed and your stare lost in thin air.

“What got you so exited, sweetheart?” San was heading towards you, with a slight smirk growing on his face, his dimples popped out of his cheeks.

“W-What? What are you talking ‘bout?” you looked at him sitting next to you on the couch, lips parted because you were still regaining consciousness from the book.

“Look at you, baby” panic and shame flowed through your veins, as he pointed the dark stain on your gray shorts.

Fuck.

“You must have liked that novel so much, am i right?” his left hand rested on your inner thigh, caressing it gently. He wasn’t really expecting a reply, though. “Was the sex scene better than our personal ones, baby?” he enjoyed teasing you for sure.

Actually, you liked very much having sex with him, but at only the thought of him fucking you the way you just read, you were throbbing. Which he immediately noticed because of your light clothes.

“Tell me how should i fuck you, then.” he got close to your ear, his thumb rubbed against your lower lip. “Do it for me, kitten” he planted a kiss on your burning cheeks.

“Grope me San, please” you didn’t want to sound too much desperate, but the timbre of your voice couldn’t lie to him. San quickly picked you up so easily that you seemed weighting just as much as a feather.

He threw you onto the bed, his hands found their ways under you t-shirt. “Yeah i see, you want me to touch your soft skin, leave bruises and hickeys all over it?” San squeezed your tits, capturing your lips in his. “I can’t wait to be inside you, you’re so wet i can see it.” One of his hands went down your body, once he reached your panties, he slided one finger under them, rubbing it against your sobbing cunt. Pathetic mumbles left your mouth, your nails were already scratching his back.

“I need this pussy so bad, i wanna give you my babies and stuff you full.” The innocence in his voice was (to say the least) out of tune with the actual meaning of his words. San didn’t hesitate much to drag down your lower-half clothes and shove two fingers inside your sloppy hole.

“Fuck! San!” you breathed out, moaning at the feeling of his fingertips swirling inside your pussy. He spanked your hip harshly with his free hand. “You know how to call me”

He left a hickey on your pelvis. “Say you love me, baby” he kept biting on your skin, as he prepared your cunt to take his big cock, pumping in you with his fingers first. “Say you want me to be filled up by my cum.”

“Y-yes daddy, i want that. Want it so bad” you kind of hated how pathetic and needy you sounded, but oh fuck if he knew how to foreplay.

“Good girl. You’re stretched enough, ready to take it?” San pulled out and dragged his boxers down. His dick was extremely hard and you could tell he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Before you’re too fucked out to even speak, any other particular from the book?” he parted your legs to make room for himself.

“Just fuck me dumb, please.”

“Gonna drive you cockdrunk, kitten, i know you like to” San lubricated his tip, rubbing it against your soaking folds, before sliding inside you all at once. His hands pinned your hips down, stopping you from every move as he started to thrust in you with all of his force. His pounds were deep and decisive, searching for your g-spot.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Right there, t-there. Daddy” you whined out as soon as you felt his cockhead kissing your core. He sped up his pace, pounding rougher, making you tearing from pleasure.

“Take it, just like that. You’re tight pussy’s squeezing me so well” he leaned over you to inhale your sweet scent, the perfume you wear every day that he bought for you, he loved smelling it on you. San giggled in the crook of your neck, then he bit on your burning skin to repress a moan. “Fuck baby, it’s so wet that’s so easy to thrust into it, im not gonna last long”

Your hands cupped his cheeks, planting a messy kiss on his lips. “Please, cum with me, i’m so close daddy” He grunted highly in pleasure, his thrusts got faster but also sloppier. The squelching sound made him so fucking horny, your moans were like music to his ears.

“Yeah? You’ close? Then fucking take my cum.”

San did a few last thrust into your soaked cunt, before you could feel his warm seed flowing into you. He didn’t stop though, he kept pounding to spurt it deeper inside you. His hands caressed every inch of your body, as he murmured praises to your ear:

“Did so well for me, always taking it all. Such a good little girl, aren’t you? You’re so pretty like this.” he layed next to you, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck and face.

“Now tell me, was it better than that book?”

[merry-ange]

Title: “Takeout & Takeovers”

Carmen x Reader | Soft Fluff | Protective Carmy | Office Setting | Lowkey Showoff | Coworker Chaos | Established Relationship

You didn’t expect him to actually show up.

He’d offered, of course muttered something the night before about bringing you lunch since he was doing deliveries anyway but Carmen wasn’t the kind of man who followed through with mid-day gestures.

Not because he didn’t care.

But because he was always moving.

Always ten steps deep in prep, emails, linen shortages, or quiet spirals about whether the kitchen lighting was making the veal look “sickly.”

So when your phone buzzed at 12:17 p.m., and the screen lit up with a simple:

“Downstairs. Got you the sandwich you liked.”

You nearly dropped your pen.

Your office small, collaborative, permanently sticky with printer toner — wasn’t used to Carmen.

They knew about him, sure. You’d mentioned “your boyfriend” in passing, dodged questions about what he looked like and why you never brought him to happy hour.

But the version they had in their heads?

Definitely not the one who walked in behind the intern, holding a brown paper bag with a grease stain near the bottom and a polite nod for the receptionist.

He wore that same navy crewneck that clung to his forearms. His hair was finger-pushed back. He looked…unbothered. Calm. Slightly tired. All sharp eyes and calloused hands.

And completely out of place among spreadsheets and ergonomic chairs.

You were mid-email when you heard it:

“Uh, sorry to interrupt ? There’s a guy here for you.”

You turned and there he was.

Standing awkwardly by the break room, hands in his pockets now, paper bag tucked under his arm like it was breakable. A few people paused in their typing. One of your coworkers Julia openly stared.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Brought you lunch.”

“You actually came.”

“You sound shocked.”

“You hate corporate buildings.”

“And yet,” he said, lifting the bag like a trophy, “here I am.”

You pulled him into the break room while people tried (and failed) not to watch. He leaned against the wall while you unpacked the bag one turkey sandwich on sesame, with ricotta spread, roasted red peppers, and arugula. A side of perfectly crisped chips. One lemon San Pellegrino.

“You remembered the drink,” you murmured, touched.

“Course I did.”

“And the ricotta.”

“I listen, babe.”

You tried not to smile too much.

That’s when Sandra from HR walked in.

Eating what could only be described as a sad salad. You know the kind wilted spinach, an aggressive amount of chickpeas, dressing in a plastic lid.

Carmen glanced at it once. Then once more.

You watched him. Watched his eyebrow twitch.

“Don’t say it,” you whispered.

“I didn’t say anything,” he murmured, barely holding back a grimace.

“You thought it.”

“I mean—” He gestured subtly toward the salad. “That’s a cry for help.”

You elbowed him lightly.

But Sandra?

She laughed.

“You must be Carmen.”

He straightened up. “Uh yeah.”

“We were starting to think you had been made up.”

He flushed lightly. Gave a small nod. “Nope. Real.”

And suddenly, like wolves catching scent, your entire office started filtering in.

People pretending to grab tea. Or drop off forms. Or just “stretch.”

Carmen clocked it immediately.

“You didn’t tell me you worked in an open concept surveillance operation.”

“Welcome to publishing,” you deadpanned. “We hunt in packs.”

“And you brought Bear food?” someone said, poking at the sandwich.

“Is this the one with the hot honey?” someone else asked.

“Wait this is Carmen?” Julia said, eyes wide. “Like, chef Carmen?”

He tried to brush it off with a low chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh. Yeah. Sorta.”

You wanted to rescue him. But honestly?

Watching him squirm was kind of fun.

Until someone asked:

“So do you two cook together at home?”

You snorted. “Only if you count him confiscating my cutting board like it’s a weapon.”

“She tries to butcher cucumbers,” Carmen said, mouth twitching.

“You try to measure salt like a surgeon.”

“Because it matters,” he said, dead serious.

The room howled.

And just like that he was in.

Not just tolerated, but liked.

Even loved, a little.

They kept asking questions about what he’d cook if he weren’t a chef “glass noodles with butter, maybe? Something weird”, if he reads your drafts “sometimes, but I skip to the end”, and what you were like when you first started dating.

He didn’t answer that one.

Just looked over at you, lips pulling softly into a smile that made your chest ache.

“Knew right away,” he said.

“That she’d tolerate your knife lectures?”

“Nah,” he said, looking right at you. “That she was it.”

You walked him out ten minutes later, your hands full of empty containers and heartsick coworkers whispering like teenagers behind you.

“You know you just ruined every man in this building, right?”

“Wasn’t trying to,” he said, a little smug.

“I should make you lunch more often.”

He kissed your forehead, squeezing your hand.

“You feed me. I feed you. That’s how it works, right?”

“That,” you said, grinning, “and not bullying my coworkers’ chickpea salads.”

“No promises.”

Writers note: I know I wrote something similar and I really liked the concept of that one so I kinda tweaked it, now this one also has a part two so Ill will be posting it shortly as always like share comment. Engage and let me know your thought on season 4 of the bear!! Jeremy Allen The Man That You Areeee

As always Ciao 🫶

[jenopogi]

worth the chaos 🫧

summary: when kaia hanake (YOU) and rintarou suna finally decided to flex eo on social media after being a private and lowkey relationship for years.

The air crackled with unspoken energy on Inarizaki High's graduation day. Cherry blossoms, coaxed into early bloom, carpeted the school grounds in a soft pink hue, mirroring the flush on Kaia Hanake's cheeks. She adjusted her graduation gown, the dark fabric a sharp contrast to the vibrant blossoms. Beside her, Rintarou Suna stood, impossibly nonchalant despite the momentous occasion. His dark hair, usually a bit messy, was neatly combed, and his graduation gown hung perfectly from his lean frame.

For years, they had navigated the chaotic halls of Inarizaki, a silent, unwavering force in each other's lives. Rintarou, the middle blocker with the legendary deadpan and an uncanny ability to draw the eye, and Kaia, the sharp-witted wing spiker and vice president of the student council. Their relationship, a carefully guarded secret known only to their volleyball teammates, Coaches, and a few close friends from other schools, was about to be revealed.

They had both agreed. Graduation was the perfect time. A clean slate, a new beginning, and the freedom to finally acknowledge the years they had spent weaving their lives together.

Kaia took a deep breath, nervousness twisting in her stomach. Rintarou, ever perceptive, reached out and squeezed her hand, his touch grounding. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that only she could hear over the celebratory chatter.

She nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. He pulled out his phone, took a quick picture of them side-by-side, gowns and all, and posted it on his notoriously inactive Instagram account. Kaia did the same on hers. The caption on both was simple: "Graduation day. ♡"

The school buddy exploded.

Within minutes, the comments started pouring in.

**Atsumu: ** Finally! About time you two lovebirds came out of the burrow! (With about a million heart emojis)

**Osamu: ** Told you guys it was only a matter of time. Knew you two were thick as thieves since freshman year.

**Kita: ** Congratulations, Suna and Hanake. You both worked diligently. Wishing you success in your future endeavors.

**Aran: ** Damn, Rintarou! You kept this a secret longer than I thought! Gratz!

Kenma (from Nekoma): ... Took you long enough.

Kuroo (also from Nekoma): Wow! Suna actually showed emotion! Congrats to you both! Bet Kaia keeps you in line, huh, Kitty-cat?

Bokuto (from Fukurodani): HEY HEY HEY! CONGRATS YOU TWO! KAIA-CHAN IS SO AWESOME!

Akaashi (also from Fukurodani): Congratulations, Suna-san, Hanake-san. I always suspected.

The Inarizaki High gossip page was in absolute meltdown. Students scrambled to piece together the fragments of memories, searching for clues they had missed over the years. "Suna-san and Hanake-san? Seriously?!" "But… Suna-san never seemed interested in anyone!" "Hanake-san always seemed so focused!"

Admirers, both of Rintarou and Kaia, were baffled. Some were heartbroken. Others, grudgingly accepting. But as the initial shock wore off, a realization began to dawn. Throughout the years, despite the rumors of him being a heartbreaker, Rintarou had never genuinely flirted with anyone else. He was polite, reserved, and kept to himself. He was always… there. Always present, a quiet observer, especially when Kaia was around.

Kaia, too, had always remained detached from the romantic entanglements that consumed their classmates. Driven and ambitious, she dedicated her time to her studies and volleyball. Now, it all made sense. They weren’t disinterested, they were… invested. In each other.

That evening, as the graduation celebrations wound down, Rintarou and Kaia found themselves alone on the bleachers overlooking the empty volleyball court. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple.

"Chaos, huh?" Kaia said, scrolling through the endless notifications on her phone.

Rintarou shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Expected." He leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. "Worth it."

Kaia nudged him playfully. "You're not worried about all the… attention?"

"You're worth it," he repeated, his gaze unwavering, his dark eyes reflecting the fiery sunset.

Kaia leaned closer, her heart swelling with affection. To the world, Rintarou might have been a mysterious and aloof figure. But to her, he was everything. He was comfort, strength, and unwavering support. He was the silent understanding they shared, the stolen glances across the crowded cafeteria, the whispered encouragements during grueling practices. He was home.

She reached out, intertwined her fingers with his, and rested her head on his shoulder. The commotion of the day faded away, replaced by the comfortable silence they had always cherished. They were Rintarou Suna and Kaia Hanake, and they were finally free to be themselves, together, in the light of day. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: their story had just begun.

note: I know we all agree that suna is chronically online, he may or may not give hints of his relationship. 😌

[breadboylovin]

Dear Dorian,

Hello! I seek your expertise on a matter.

I have continuously held the belief that the Minnesota Timberwolves mascot Crunch is ugly and they need to seek a furry STAT to fix this. However, seeing as i am not a furry myself I wondered if I was incorrect. Regardless I wished to hear your thoughts on the matter if you were so inclined. Regardless, thank you for sharing your art with us and have a good day!

best

dear anon,

thank you for the inquiry! glad to know my furry expertise can be trusted.

this may be a hot take, but since i've started actually watching sports, i've developed a soft spot for some of the... rougher-looking mascots. i feel like "furries should redesign sports mascots" is usually said in jest, but i genuinely believe it'd be a little sad if the art of kinda fucked-up sports mascots got phased out by more professional furry redesigns. it's the same feeling as when you see a tacky house get remodeled into a more "normal"/"modern" style; even if the original was kinda ugly, it was unique. pictures like this:

just wouldn't hit the same if he looked normal!

that being said, i do think there are SOME things they could fix. his snout and eyes look VERY weird from the front, if they could find a way to fix that i think he'd look solid. maybe they could make his ears look a little more wolf-like too, but i feel like that could mess up the balance of his design. either way there is not actually much i would fix with him.

(non-crunch rambling under the cut)

i think a lot of the difference between fursuits and mascot suits comes down to intent. there's obviously overlap, but fursuits are mostly for self-expression while mascot suits are mostly for entertainment value, and mascots can be entertaining in different ways (cute, silly, scary, cool, etc.). the best mascots in my opinion are ones that know exactly what they're going for. like, the san antonio spurs coyote is definitely not cute... but he's not trying to be! he's trying to be fucking weird and i applaud him for it.

with this in mind, here's some nba mascots i think could be improved. bango the buck (milwaukee bucks) looks weird in a way that ISN'T very charming (imo), i think they would do better either making him cute in the same way as their first logo, or cool and sleek like their current logo.

boomer the panther (indiana pacers) has a very cute design foundation but would probably look better in a more modern style (and with better materials. he lowkey looks like he was built in the 60s and never changed).

i LOVE slamson's (sacramento kings) name, but his design doesn't look like it's leaning into any sort of specific direction, so he falls flat to me. the underbite is kinda fun though.

my apologies for getting off topic, i had more thoughts on this than i realized! tl;dr i actually like crunch because he looks a little weird, and i think a full furry redesign would take away his unique swag. i also think that not every mascot is fit for a professional furry redesign because fursuits and mascot suits aren't always aiming for the same thing. typical fursuits still have different styles (toony, realistic, kemono, etc.) and i think mascot suits should be respected as their own style as well :-)

have a blessed day,

dorian

P.S. here are two mascots i really like, both from orlando! kingston (orlando city soccer) absolutely looks like he was designed by a furry, and i think it works really well for him, because he's meant to be cool and furries KNOW how to make a suit look cool.

stuff the magic dragon (orlando magic) has a clear intent of being cute and silly, and they hit the nail right on the head. i fucking love stuff. i saw him at pride last year and i was OVERJOYED. that's my GOAT!!!

[studpanther1031]

Let Me Down pt. 2

Side note: I lowkey don’t know why tf I split it into two parts 😭 but here yall go the second part, enjoyyyyy

Freaky fic next!!

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The warmth of the sun had shifted by late afternoon, casting long, golden rays into Riri’s tiny dorm room. They hadn’t moved much, content to stay wrapped in the kind of quiet that felt safe, even healing. Shuri rested her head against the wall, Riri curled into her side, both lost in the gravity of what had just passed between them.

“You’re quiet,” Riri murmured, her voice soft but laced with curiosity. She glanced up at Shuri, who seemed lost in thought, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Riri’s arm.

Shuri tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m thinking,” she said, her accent wrapping around the words in a way that always made Riri’s stomach flutter.

“About what?”

Riri chuckled lightly, though her eyes betrayed the emotion she felt. “You didn’t lose me, Shuri. I just needed…” She paused, her words faltering as she tried to explain. “I needed to feel like I wasn’t just an afterthought. Like I wasn’t going to get left behind.”

Shuri’s face fell slightly, guilt flickering in her dark eyes. “You were never an afterthought,” she said earnestly. “But I see now that I didn’t show you that. I let myself get so consumed with everything else that I forgot…” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I forgot that you’re the one thing that reminds me why I fight so hard in the first place.”

Riri’s lips parted, a small gasp escaping her. She didn’t know how to respond, but Shuri didn’t give her the chance. Leaning forward, Shuri kissed her—soft, slow, deliberate. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried. It was as if Shuri was trying to pour every unsaid word, every apology, into that one kiss.

The air in the room shifted, growing warmer. Shuri pulled back just enough to press her forehead to Riri’s, her hands sliding down to her waist. “I’ve missed this,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

“Me too,” Riri whispered, her fingers threading through Shuri’s braids. The intensity of Shuri’s gaze made her heart race. It felt like they were on the edge of something, balancing between the raw emotions of their reconciliation and the unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface.

Without breaking eye contact, Riri slipped her hands down Shuri’s arms, her touch slow and deliberate. “You’re staring again,” she teased, though her voice came out breathier than she’d intended.

Shuri smirked, leaning in to graze her lips against Riri’s ear. “Can you blame me?” Her voice was low, laced with that magnetic charm Riri could never resist.

The kiss that followed was nothing like the first. This one burned, unearthing every buried feeling they’d carried over the weeks apart. Shuri’s hands explored the curve of Riri’s back, while Riri tugged Shuri closer, closing every inch of space between them. The tiny dorm room seemed to shrink even further, the air heavy with their shared heat and longing.

The rain outside had turned to a gentle patter against the window, the rhythm syncing with their shared breaths. After what felt like hours, they finally stilled, lying tangled together on Riri’s narrow bed. The room smelled faintly of rain and something unmistakably theirs—a mix of warmth, intimacy, and unspoken promises.

Riri rested her head on Shuri’s chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. For a long time, neither of them spoke, content to exist in the quiet. But Riri finally broke the silence, her voice soft. “You’re really going to leave Wakanda for a while just to stay here?”

Shuri’s fingers gently traced patterns along Riri’s shoulder. “Not forever,” she admitted. “Wakanda needs me, but I need this—us. I can’t keep splitting myself in two and hoping it works.” She tilted Riri’s chin up, meeting her gaze. “So, I’ll find a way. I’ll be here as often as I can. No more distance, no more guessing how we feel. Just… us, together.”

Riri blinked back tears, her lips curving into a small, wobbly smile. “You really are dangerous, Princess.”

“And you’re a genius,” Shuri teased, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Together, we’re unstoppable.”

The sunset outside cast a soft glow across the room, wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth. They stayed there for the rest of the evening, talking, laughing, and planning. It wasn’t perfect—there were still questions, uncertainties about how they’d balance their worlds—but for now, they were exactly where they wanted to be.

As the city outside buzzed with life, the two of them remained tucked away in their little corner of the world, holding onto each other and the quiet hope of a love that could weather anything.

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I hope yall enjoyed that, and as for the freaky fic s give me time bc im seriously not the best smut writer out there BUT I will try, I got sum shit down and I’ll try to finish it.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

jigokuraku drunk headcanons (modern au version)

ps. let's just say I wanna know what they do in the wild times (refer to my modern au fic on ao3 for more details) I also didn't include nurugai and mei cause they're kids huhu

gabimaru

does not get drunk

like zilch nada

it's sad cause he drank alcohol at the age of 8 or 9 as part of his training

and bcos his tastebuds are so numb, he actually has no idea if someone poisoned his drink or if he is drinking alcohol at all

might also be the designated driver lol

yui

you know takagi-san from "the teasing master takagi-san"?

the girl who teases her crush in a smooth way and the guy has no chance to get his revenge?

yep that's yui when she's drunk

makes gabimaru blush 24/7 by teasing him in her own innocent way

knows no boundaries bcos she is never ashamed to get close to him (he secretly likes it tho but it's better if they get a room 🫣)

even asked him to kiss her one time in front of their friends (they did but gabimaru held out a hand to cover their lips bcos yuzuriha wanted to take a picture)

does not get hangover

remembers what she did and is surprisingly happy about it

well as long as she's happy then gabi thinks all is well in the world

sagiri

the crying drunk

as someone who follows rules 24/7 and is never one to break down her strong facade, sagiri lets out her cool when under the influence of alcohol

would get soft and mushy abt every single thing

"gabimaru, your love for yui is such an admirable thing!"

😭😭😭

"I am glad I met a person like you, yuzuriha!"

would also mention names of couples from dramas she binge-watched (fyi sagiri is a major fangirl of theatres and dramas as per canon)

gets hangovers

ends up sleeping while crying

gets embarrassed abt what she did the next day

yuzuriha

the laughing drunk

anything can be filled with humor and she makes fun of anything

AND ANYONE (especially toma much to his own dismay)

would even console sagiri while she's crying bcos she loves her like that

even encourages yui to flirt with gabimaru openly just for the sake of getting a blushing pic of him as blackmail

is the main source of all drunk pics and vids

lowkey scared of senta when he's drunk bcos she is suddenly reminded of senta when he's in his study mode

everyone is suddenly friendly to her after drinking parties (some would still not hesitate to threaten her just kidding)

senta

strict scary drunk

the one who commands the rowdy crowd bcos he can and he will

yuzuriha thought senta will just be that one quiet drunk in the corner

until she remembered senta as a focused individual who lectures her bcos of her poor grades

even sagiri and tenza got mad respect towards him

he is clueless abt this alternate personality

and yes no one tells him abt it

toma

the angry drunk

I swear he is angry at anything and anyone

would even pick fights bcos he believes he is righteous like that

it's like shugen has another brother from the criminal side of things 👀

would still go boasting abt how his older bro is the coolest guy he's ever met

but will also fight him bcos he is drunk and his vision is blurry so he doesn't recognize he is speaking to him

would challenge everyone to a drinking game, especially fuchi and gantetsusai

he loses tho

barfs everywhere (might've slept on them too)

is the one who threatens yuzuriha the next day despite hangover

chobe

the buddha drunk

yeah chobe is wild and brash and has that typical yankee attitude but when he drinks, he suddenly turns into the wisest man alive

preaches good things abt life much to toma's chagrin

even tells gabimaru not to resist yui's flirting attempts bcos she is showing her love like that

tells stories abt how he saw toma as a baby and how it turned his life for the better

"I don't mind doing everything for my brother"

he says that with a gentle smile on his face (creepiest thing ever)

would also cry with sagiri abt soft and mushy things

he's not bothered by his drunk antics tho (but toma is hence why he is on his way to strangle yuzuriha)

tenza

delirious drunk

like he sees things no one sees and laughs about it

acts like he's best buds with everyone

has the habit of taking his clothes off bcos it's so warm and he's feeling hot (does not even care if there are people around)

would even defend this habit by saying "being naked should be normalized! people don't wear clothes centuries ago!"

does not remember everything until nurugai tells him abt it

apologizes to everyone the next day

shion

another delirious one

tbh he can handle alcohol so well but for a blind man, he "sees" things (based on his pov lol)

he tells everyone how tenza looks like a slug of meatball

also walks in a zigzag manner but still thinks he's walking on a straight path

in fear that he might be involved in further accidents, fuchi decides to throw the liquid out of his cup out the window

lectures everyone the next day abt how excessive drinking can ruin their lives (um excuse me????)

shugen

another crying one

tbh no one really invited him (except for sagiri)

is actually a combination of sagiri and toma tho

would fight everyone but would also cry when the other person fights back

"why are you fighting me? didn't you know that war is bad?"

lectures gabimaru abt not flirting back with yui

"you should be grateful your lady is showing adoration for you and your manliness"

mans up the next day and takes responsibility for his shameful actions

jikka

the drunk who acts like they're soooooo drunk

I won't elaborate any further cause jikka is always drinking in the manga

yes he also has blackmail pics and videos like yuzuriha

beware of him at all costs

fuchi and gantetsusai

designated drivers

I joined these two bcos they both observe the people at the party

and they could really hold their alcohol pretty well

at par with gabimaru ngl

would always look out for shion in case he destroys things

also calms senta down when he's angry

tbh gabimaru was their designated driver lol

but bcos gabimaru is ummm "busy" with his wife, they're the ones tasked with taking care of everyone

teases the shit out of everyone bcos no one fights against them

[rems-writing]

The bear & the archery champion

》 Pairing: student!Jongho × student!Robin Hood (platonic)

》 Genre/AU: Fluff/college AU (OUAT crossover)

》 Wordcount: 891 words 🤡

》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

The first time Jongho met Robin, he found out that the young man was stealing all the professors’ pens and using them as arrows just because. After all, he’s a little shit. They were both in Granny’s Diner, where San and the rest of Jongho’s friends were having dinner. Jongho was amused with the guy’s quick and witty response when he admitted that he knows about him stealing the pens. The way he didn’t flinch when he answered Jongho was fascinating. He must’ve learned that from Regina.

“Let me just say this. I think you’re cool! I’m glad you’re here, mate.”

When Robin first heard that San’s little brother was going to be joining Storybrooke University, he would’ve expected a sheltered nerdy looking boy who had problems ranging from something simple as saying ‘Hi’ to showing her his collection of Yu-Gi-Oh cards. Seems it wasn’t the case. Choi Jongho wasn’t sheltered at all! He was just shy. After all, being in a new country was overwhelming so he decided to be kind to the young boy.

Robin then looked over the outfit he was wearing. Jongho certainly had style! He was wearing a fitted black tee underneath the black jean jacket that covered his body. Slightly washed out black skinny jeans were paired with the fit and one of the legs had a huge rip in it, exposing a bit of one of his muscular thighs. Robin looked down to see black boots underneath that were slightly heeled before looking back up. He noticed two silver chain necklaces, one short and one long, to top off the look.

‘Not too bad! I like his style. Maybe I can get some pointers from him.’

Robin’s eyes finally landed on Jongho’s face. Round cheeks, a sharp jawline, soft lips that held a soft and friendly grin, and big brown eyes that looked at him curiously.

‘He’s certainly a looker.’

“Why thank you!”

Robin cursed internally as he accidentally said that aloud, but the cringe died down as he saw the shit eating grin on this young boy’s face. He shook his head and sighed lightly before continuing to speak.

“I wish I had more time to speak with you, but around this time, the three ladies are finished with retouching their makeup or whatever whilst also gossiping. Until next time, lad!”

Robin’s voice almost revealed partial sadness when he said that. He wanted to get to know Jongho a bit more, but he knew it would be in vain if the three ladies saw Jongho and decided to whisk him away so they could have him for themselves. He wasn’t jealous by all means! Ok maybe he was, but he knew that Regina wouldn’t leave him for Jongho. Jongho looked over his shoulder and saw the seven professors getting up to leave. He bid one last goodbye to Robin before hastily leaving the diner to catch up with them. It was perfect timing too! As soon as Jongho left, the three ladies came back from the bathroom.

“So… who’s paying?”

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Robin may have somewhat regretted adding Jongho to their group chat, but at the same time, the series of events that occurred after was hilarious. Lowkey, he was afraid that Yeosang and Mingi would have an argument with Zelena and Y/N after Jongho dished out his little flirtations to them. However, knowing them, Robin thought they would be fine. As everyone went offline, he decided to text the campus librarian about what happened.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but chuckle as Robin talked about Jongho. He was happy that his first impression of his baby (yes he adopted him. Don’t worry about it) was a positive one. He was afraid Robin would join Yeosang and Mingi in being jealous, but with the way he was speaking about Jongho, he was glad.

Seonghwa let out a pretty laugh as Robin talked about Jongho some more. A few minutes later, Robin bid him a good night. Being the somewhat strict librarian Seonghwa is, he had to send out one last reminder to Robin about returning some books before the two men went to bed.

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The next time Robin saw Jongho, he was walking to where he was sitting. An amused smirk was on his annoyingly handsome face as he saw Regina adjust the scarf around her neck so she could cover the hickies that Robin left on her. Finally, Robin moved closer towards Regina and greeted her with a simple “Hello, Regina!” and a shit eating grin on his face. After the teasing was done, Jongho spoke.

And boy did Robin almost cry on the spot.

After the passing of both his parents, he was afraid he’d act indifferent even though all he ever showed to the young man was kindness. After all, Robin was the one dating Regina. However, it warmed his heart knowing that Jongho felt at home with him and the rest of the friend group. Speaking of Regina, she was the one to speak what everyone else was thinking, including one statement that stuck with them for the rest of their lives.

“You finding solace in us is the highest form of praise we’ve ever gotten.”

From there, Regina, Zelena, and Robin made sure no one messed with the bear of the SU Squad.

[shota-estrogen]

apologies if this is too forward but do you have any thoughts about shotadom... bc lowkey i've always been into the concept but it feels like i'm in such a small minority-within-a-minority, so whenever i see someone that's into shota stuff i feel compelled to ask...

as a cute boy, sometimes the best way to treat your onee-san is to pin her down in bed and putting her in her place by showing her how much you love her >w<

ofc onee-san is letting him do that, but seeing a boy take hold while completely surrounded by soft skin and plump curves is pure bliss :3c

[thatotherrosewoodwriter]

THROWING HANDS.

☾ synopsis: shy s/o who can fight ☾ character/s: lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, anastacia alcroft, saskia san martin, raphael wilcox, lola tompkins, micky tompkins ☾ warnings: swearing ☾ notes: no percy cause i didn't add him the first time, also no binah cause she's an aroace queen

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

── 𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘 𝗣𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗞𝗜𝗡.

lottie understands being shy and timid

but for once she wanted to protect you

there were many soft moments until she got kidnapped by saskia

and you were furious

lottie was genuinely shocked that someone so shy could fight so effortlessly

she definitely saw parallels between jamie and you

she also doesn’t feel the need to protect you as much anymore

but she lowkey wants to be trained by you instead of jamie

── 𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗟𝗙.

ellie has never had to protect you once

thankfully

she still hasn’t had to

when she was told that you knew martial arts she talked you into sparring with jamie

jamie felt bad about fighting you, cause he didn’t know, so he went easy on you

and you won by a landslide

you guys arm wrestled and you won on both arms

ellie hasn’t let jamie live that down and it’s been 3 years

── 𝗝𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗞.

he’s secretly whipped for you, let’s be honest

he does so much for you because you’re too shy to ask

ironically, you were scared of him first

he was big and scary and confident

jamie thought the same until he went to tompkins manor

he had a stress-induced aneurysm when he watched you and julius battle it out

was overwhelmingly proud of you when you disarmed ingrid

so now he trains against you even though you worry about hurting him

he thinks it’s cute that you’re worried when you’re evenly matched

── 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗧.

honey, your shyness was what made her fall in love with you

but she was confused when you had a face-off against saskia

someone she used to love is now fighting someone she does love

w h a t

she thought you’d never hurt a fly until that night

she was blown away

typically you were reluctant to train against he for fencing practice

but after this, she begged you to help train her

it took 5 tries before you gave in

── 𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡.

never saw it coming

was always worried leviathan would damage your innocence

of course, she always wondered why you watched her train all the time

as if you were downloading everything she was capable of doing

saskia realised this wasn’t too far from the truth when you fought ingrid at tompkins manor

she charged at you with a knife and saskia was about to punch her square in the face

but you twisted her arm and held her in a choke hold, tossing the knife to jamie

her heart died, revived, and died again

worry had left the building

── 𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗫.

he loves how shy you are

always kisses you in front of everyone to see you flustered

anastacia loves you guys together, but she wants to duel you damnit

raphael encouraged you to go for it, so you did

anastacia isn’t completely unfair, so she taught you some skills in the lead up

raphael isn’t great at the privacy game, so he told everyone, obviously

you weren’t very happy about that, but you showed the rosewood gang your skills

and now raphael thinks you’re super cool and badass

wants to learn some too, but you don’t trust him

── 𝗟𝗢𝗟𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦.

saw it coming the least

loved you even more after you saved her from leviathan

had a heart attack when you and her got tied up by julius

lola thought lottie was brave for rolling to block ingrid and letting her run for help

but then she came back and you were fighting ingrid and julius with your hands still tied

she was so relieved you could hold your own

and micky stopped being so protective of lola when he saw you could protect her

── 𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦.

you both got a comment about how everyone somewhat expected it

you and micky wondered why until jamie explained it

"you’re both too innocent, but if one of you were to be secretly badass, it’d be [name]."

micky wasn’t sure if that was an insult to him, or a compliment to you

but he took it as a compliment to you when you were training with anastacia while he was chasing percy’s sleep walking

he was very impressed

he also appreciated you can defend yourself and him if it ever came down to it

[i-luvsang]

want to kiss you — kim hongjoong

1.2K MILESTONE EVENT ☆ CLOSED gn!reader , fluff, lowkey angst (someone’s pining), best friends to lovers!au , cw : like i said, major pining, truly idiots to lovers, unedited , wc : 0.6K , hEH here you are orion !!! eughhh i’m not the most confident at writing joong so i hope you enjoy !!! love you lots <333 @nebulousbrainsoup

when you told hongjoong you had a question for him, this is not what he expected.

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” your tone is genuine and curious, innocent even, and it makes hongjoong’s heart begin to beat fast, like it does when you absentmindedly slip your hand into his.

“uh…,” he struggles to respond, taken aback.

“is that too weird to ask? i just kinda realized i wasn’t really sure… and well… you’ve dated people before, so i thought,” you trail off, suddenly growing a bit shy.

“no! no, it’s not weird,” he jumps to assure you, thinking about the way that, just a little bit, he lives for the way your expression becomes relieved, a small smile finding its way to your lips. his heart lurches again at the utter trust in your eyes, the trust he knows is reserved just for him. somehow, that trust is his saving grace, what makes him yours, while also feeling like everything that damns him to the hell of “friend-zoned.” he wonders who’s on your mind. san, maybe? the two of you have grown close since he introduced you, he recalls.

the soft whisper of a breath leaving your lips, a sound imperceptible to anyone but him, pulls him back to you, to the way he hasn’t actually answered your question.

“well,” he begins, carefully choosing the words for you, “you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to– why are you looking at me like that?” 

you tilt your head to the side. “like what?”

like i’m the one you can’t stop thinking about, he thinks. “nevermind.”

“well?” you urge him on. “‘then you want to’ what?”

hongjoong clears his throat, trying not to think about what he really wants. about kissing you. “then you want to… well, hold their hand... kiss them.” he stares straight into your eyes as he says this, not even trying to hide it. looking at you like you were looking at him. like he can’t stop thinking about you, like he feels strange when you’re around, like he wants to kiss you.

you’re silent for a moment, taking in his gaze and all of the weight behind it. “why are you looking at me like that?” you echo his words from moments ago.

“because i want to.”

“want to what?”

he almost says it. i want to kiss you, like a mantra, said over and over again in his head. but he can’t do that because what if you didn’t mean that look. what if it isn’t meant for him. what if your gaze of pure want is for someone else.

“yknow, joong, that sounded like you were flirting with me.” and at that he almost bursts, because yes! that’s exactly it. he was flirting with you, but he can’t admit to that. 

and yet, your look continues to say otherwise, and he knows you so well. he knows that your face tells him the truth every single time. he knows that, if that look weren’t for him, it wouldn’t be on your face, not as you gaze into his eyes, not when you added a hint of “tell me you love me” to your voice when you said those words.

he calls your name, soft and firm, as if something is pulling at his voice, something like desperation. “…i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

“flirt with me?”

“yes,” the passion, the pleading in his voice surprises you, but only for a moment, because he is passion and you know that all too well.

“that’s good. because i think i have a crush on you,” you’re breathless as you confess. he almost laughs at that; you’re so goddamn adorable.

“well, that’s good,” he echoes, “because i definitely have a crush on you. and i’d really, really like to kiss you right now.”