#moon may be ticklish you’re right

[thatmooncake]

if you press on that blue button on moon's chest, will it make a honk sound? 0w0

Substitute acquired

[trashyswitch]

Captured, Dragged and Tickled

People wanted to know what happened when Sun and Moon were pulling Freddy into the daycare again. Well, this is exactly what happened between the chase, and the return to the Daycare.

Part 2 to Overcoming Fears.

This fanfic was suggested by UndertaleSansLuv3 on AO3. I hope you enjoy!

Last time, on Overcoming Fears: 

[Gregory laughed and giggled through all the tickles. “GEHEHEHET FREHEHEHEDDYYHYHY!” Gregory encouraged.

“Ooooh! Not a bad idea, actually!” Sun reacted.

“Not a bad idea at all.” Moon said as well.

Both Sun and Moon looked up at Freddy, who looked like he would be sweating if he had sweat glands. Freddy put his hands up in surrender and slowly started to back away.

“Get back here!” Sun yelled.

“You’re not getting out of this alive!” Moon declared.

Freddy took off running the other way…]

[And now, a continuation:] 

Freddy sprinted through the daycare, and took a right past some of the play equipment. He did NOT want to get caught by Sun OR Moon! Both of them may be harmless…and he may have proven to Gregory that they’re harmless…but that does NOT mean being playful was off their list. 

Freddy slid past the blue tube slide and took a turn to the left past the cubbies. Why did Gregory have to suggest that they tickle him?! WHY?! What’s so fun about tickling a bear?! And how do they even know he’s ticklish?!

“Get back here!” Sun yelled.

“You’re not getting out of this alive!” Moon declared.

Freddy turned around to face the two daycare attendants. “Come at me, brothers!” Freddy yelled. 

“GLADLY!” Both the daycare attendants said at the same time. 

Freddy yelped and turned back around, running again. “NOOOOO!” Freddy yelled. 

“We’re gonna getcha!” Sun declared. 

“We’re both gonna getcha!” Moon declared next. 

Freddy took another left, basically running in a circle. He ran past the tech desk and the wooden entrance doors, before running out of the daycare. He ran out to the hallways, and up the stopped escalator stairs. 

Freddy looked behind him from over his shoulder as the two daycare attendants continued to jump and sprint after him. They looked like they were enjoying every second of this chase. But if they actually were, Freddy couldn’t say. He could only assume. 

Freddy turned his head straight forward again a bit too soon…too soon for him to see Sun climb on the escalator handles and up to the platform above the overhead lights on the side of the lobby. 

Freddy looked up at the platform, and saw Sun running up above him on his right. He took a turn sooner than he should’ve, cutting the corner and heading in towards the Glamrock Gifts entrance. 

But Freddy made the mistake of looking over his shoulder at Moon. He ended up distracted enough to not know when he was reaching the door. Suddenly, a loud crash filled the lobby as Freddy smashed into the door. His body stayed on the door for a couple seconds, before Freddy fell right onto his back. 

Freddy groaned and slowly opened his eyes. And there standing above him, was Moon. 

“Hoo hoo HOO!” He declared. “Grab him, Sunny boy!” Moon declared. 

“NO!” Freddy yelled. 

Sun grabbed Freddy’s leg and started pulling him out of the entrance hall of Glamrock Gifts. 

“You’re coming with us!” Sun declared as he started tickling Freddy’s foot. 

Freddy squeaked and giggled almost right away. “Wahahahait, whahahahat?!” Freddy reacted. Tickles already?! What did he do to deserve this?! Freddy tried to grab the ground and poles that he went past, desperate to get away. 

“Come on, Freddy! Accept your fate!” Moon reacted, taking Freddy’s other foot and tickling it. 

“If you get free, it’ll only be for a couple seconds  before we grab you again.” Sun added.

“Lehehehet mehehehehe gohohohoho!” Freddy begged, already a giggly mess. 

“Not gonna happen, baby Freddy!” Sun teased. “You’re gonna have to come to terms with being tickled in the daycare!” Moon added next. 

Freddy groaned and tried to grab a wall corner that was nearby. 

“Come oooon, Freddy!” Moon ordered, tickling his foot even more. “If you keep grabbing corners, you’re gonna get tickled!” 

Sun quickened his hands as well. “That’s right!” 

Freddy squealed and let out big fits of laughter. “WAHAhahahahait! Nohohohot thahahahat!” Freddy laughed. 

“Not what? Not this?” Sun asked, tickling his foot even faster. 

Freddy wheezed and quickly let go of the wall corner so he could throw his arms around. “NohohoHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Freddy laughed harder. 

Sun and Moon started pulling him back to the daycare again. Freddy was already too tired to start grabbing walls again. So, he just giggled his heart away and let them drag him back to the daycare. Soon, they opened the door to the entrance of the daycare, and pulled Freddy in. 

With more strength in him and eagerness to get out at this point, Freddy reached for the door and grabbed the door handle that was meant for toddlers. 

“What did we just say, Moon?” Sun asked. 

“keep grabbing things to stop, and you’re gonna get tickled!” Moon replied. 

Sun and moon increased their tickles to get Freddy to let go. Freddy kept holding on as much as he could. But it was just no use. No use at all. They just kept on tickling. Freddy finally decided that it was not worth holding on. So, he finally let go and let Moon and sun carry him into the daycare. 

“Nice try, teddy bear.” Sun teased, dragging him past the play equipment and into the middle of the daycare. 

“Now you get to be tickled by all three of us!” Moon declared. 

Freddy looked over at Gregory and looked away, embarrassed. He was nervous to be tickled by 3 people at once. This would be his first time. He didn’t know how his body was going to react. But…He knew it was going to happen really soon…so he minus well embrace it. 

“Let’s get started!” Gregory declared suddenly. 

Wait, WHAT?! 

Gregory immediately started wiggling his fingers at Freddy, making Freddy all giggly and nervous. 

“W-Wahahait! Plehehease!” Freddy begged.

“Sorry buddy! You’re ours now!” Sun declared next. 

Freddy watched as Gregory climbed onto his hips and started skittering his fingers onto his sides and belly. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Gregory teased. Freddy covered his mouth as he heard giggles falling right out of his mouth and flowed right into the ticklers’ ears. 

Moon and Sun had each grabbed a foot and started tickling there as well. “Kitchy kitchy koo!” Both Sun and Moon said at the exact same time. 

Freddy threw his head back and LAUGHED like his life depended on it. He wasn’t able to feel anything, due to not having nerves. But he still felt overwhelmed by the orders to laugh his heart out. 

“Hoo hoo HOO! He’s still ticklish!” Sun reacted. 

“I figured he was, since we didn’t fiddle with any of his sensitivity settings.” Moon added. 

“Stop tickling, I wanna try something.” Gregory told Sun and Moon. When the two daycare attendants stopped, Gregory took in a big breath and blew a big raspberry onto Freddy’s belly. 

But to everyone’s surprise…Freddy was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was Freddy’s simulated soft breathing. 

“Whahat…are you doing, Gregory?” Freddy asked, confused. 

Gregory widened his eyes. “You’re…You don’t react to raspberries?” Gregory asked. 

Freddy tilted his head. “What is a raspberry?” Freddy asked. 

“Yeah, what’s a raspberry?” Moon asked next. 

“Are you talking about the red fruit?” Sun asked. 

Gregory sighed and went back to skittering his fingers on Freddy. “At least I can tickle like this.” Gregory mentioned with a growing smile. 

Freddy widened his eyes and squeezed them shut as hissy giggles left his mouth. “Khehehehehehehe! G-Guhuhuhuhuys, plehehehehease!” Freddy begged. 

“Or what? You’ll get us back?” Sun asked, looking at Moon. 

“HA! I’d like to see you try.” Moon replied, looking at Sun before looking at Freddy. 

Freddy was now openly giggling and moving his head left and right. Though it could be much worse, Freddy wasn’t sure how he was feeling about the situation he was in. Part of him wanted them to stop. But the other part of him wanted them to keep on going for a while longer. 

And then Moon and Sun resumed tickling his feet. 

Freddy’s giggles went up an octave as they turned into loud laughter. “OhohoHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- GAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Freddy cackled. 

“Wooooow! So ticklish! How fun!” Moon reacted. 

Gregory laughed. “Try the heel! He’s really bad there.” Gregory told Moon. 

“Okay!” Sun replied as he started tickling Freddy’s heel. 

Freddy guffawed and cackled a lot. “WHOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Freddy cackled loudly. 

“WOW! Now THAT’S laughter!” Sun reacted. 

“I’m gonna try tickling his toes to see what happens.” Moon decided, moving his nimble fingers up to Freddy’s 3 toes. Freddy squealed and giggled nonstop. “EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NATTHETOES! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE TOHOHOHOHOES!” Freddy shouted. 

“Not the toes? You mean the three, big, ticklish toes right here?” Sun asked, scratching right in between toe 1 and 2. 

Freddy wheezed and cackled. “GAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! NohohoHOHOHO STOHOHOHOP!” Freddy begged. 

“No stop? You don’t want us to stop?” Sun asked. 

“Okay! Then we won’t stop!” Gregory replied, poking right where the belly button was supposed to be. 

Freddy was a mess of laughter, cackles and squeals. It was just so much for him! It was nonstop! LAUGH! CACKLE! LAUGH, LAUGH, LAUGH! It was exhausting…and yet, exhilarating at the same time! But why?! Were mixed feelings considered normal?! 

After a few more minutes, the boys all stopped tickling Freddy. Gregory got off of Freddy while Sun and Moon let go of Freddy’s feet. Freddy was breathing and huffing in simulated exhaustion. 

Normally the human reaction to an exhausted person would be to help the person calm down and get better. But Sun and Moon knew his exhaustion was fake. Animatronics don’t have lungs. They just have simulated exhaustion so the kids know when they need to stop. 

Gregory was worried for Freddy. He was worried he went too far. But when Freddy said he was fine, Gregory’s worry lessened somewhat quickly. 

“Now THAT’S how you win a tickle fight!” Sun declared, proud of himself.

Gregory brought Sun into a big hug. “Thank you Sun!” Gregory said. 

He let go, and headed over to Moon. “And thank you Moon!” Gregory said, hugging Moon as well. “And guess what? I’m not scared of you anymore!” Gregory reacted. 

“Yay!” Moon declared.

Gregory ran to Freddy and hugged him last. “And thank you Freddy!”

Freddy was still breathless. “No…Noproblem…k-kiddo.” he managed to get out.

What a night…

[linologging]

09.23.23 / 12:00am.

happy birthday, mi princesa. (´▽｀) °︎ｏ♡

my soybean stew eater, my marigold lover, apple of my eye.

i hope you’ve eaten something delicious to start your day and that you’ve woken up on the right side of the bed. it’s what THE birthday girl deserves, y’know?

starting this off sweet ‘n sappy by giving you a list of things i’ve grown to love about you:

your ability to make ANYTHING cute. it can be from your eye of aesthetic to handing me the most adorable pompompurin glass known to mankind.

the way you scrunch up your face at kisses, especially your nose. i have a feeling you’d be extremely ticklish if that’s what gets you— wait until i go for your back! i’ll have you on the floor rolling, just you wait!

you keep a good balance, especially when you stand on your tippy toes during kisses.

forgetfulness in most cases can irk people, but this is something i adore about you. i wonder how many things you have going on up there.

you’re a friend of friends. i believe that ‘birds of a feather flock together’ and you’re flying with the best bunch. the amount of love you have for them is unmatched and i can’t wait to meet more of your beautiful circle.

i have more than five things that i love about you OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I NEVER EVER SHUT UP ABOUT ANYTHING YOU DO. you do one thing and i have to take a step back to not only admire you but also learn from you. i feel like everyday has been an adjustment in my own life to lead a life of kindness. and while you may not personally see that— as an outsider looking in, you’re perfect.

as you’ve once told me, my imperfections are perfect. and i ultimately feel the same way about you. you’ve bared insecurities to me that i can only imagine being very hard for you. i want you to continue to confide in me and lean on me when you need. you are always there for me for any of the thoughts i have running rampant. whether it’s something small or something deeper, you have always heard my end and made me feel heard and seen. i can only repay you by allowing you to do the same without judgement. i’ve made this promise before, but i promise again and again: i will always not only listen to what you have to say, but meet you with understanding and love.

you often talk about things you deserve and don’t. i’m willing to go to the ends of the earth just to change your mind. as stubborn as you are, it might be a challenge, but i think we both like those. you’re a resilient one, of course. but i do feel that you deserve softness. you deserve kind words and even kinder touches. however long it will take, i will make sure that you say you deserve any amount of love given to you. even if it’s a passerby in the street simply complimenting you or me putting you on full blast for how beautiful of a person you are. it’s always deserved.

i cant be anymore grateful that you’ve chosen to stick beside me, hold my hand and listen to half of the crap that comes out of my mouth (you know my riddles get very tricky at times ㅎ). you handle my long-winded sessions of blabbering. endless amounts of fawning and swooning over how much of a gorgeous human being you are, inside and out.

again, happiest of birthdays to you, my heart and soul. i love you to the moon and back now. and i will forever adore you so. ♡︎

“have we earned it, a love story? not for a moment but eternity.”

[mknightgrant]

💥 and 😳 with the moon bois, please??

💥 + 😳 A fighting headcanon + a confessing headcanon Not sure if you wanted it together or separately, but here are some hcs of some sort of fight that ends in a confession! This is my first time writing HCs, so pardon any mistakes <3 this is kinda long, I think!

Steven: It’s been agreed upon that Saturdays are to be spent with one another in the absence of your phones. The little blocks of technology serve as distractions, preventing face-to-face interactions from occurring other than the occasional “Oh god, look at this!” before sharing something found online. By the time this Saturday comes around, you and Steven decide on having a movie night–but can’t seem to get on the same page in terms of which movie you’ll be watching. While you prefer to watch a Disney film because, for some reason, your heart yearns for it today, Steven insists on watching another documentary on Ancient Egypt. The conversation between you two escalates into a debate, with Steven winning, to say the least. Winning in a sense that you’re this close to agreeing and just watching the documentary, but you aren’t one to back down so easily. That’s the exact reason why your hands start moving towards his sides, right where he’s most ticklish. The back of his ears are pretty ticklish too, but those areas aren’t exactly accessible to you at the moment, so his sides will do.

Laughter resonates in the flat, a mix of both his and yours, while Steven’s hands desperately try to fight and tickle you right back. However, it barely works, having been too distracted by your fingers poking, prodding, and wiggling at his sides. By the time he starts panting and begging for you to quit it, you’ve already managed to wiggle your way on top of him.

“Do you yield?” You grin, sliding off his frame as you push your hair back in an attempt to fix it.

“God. You’re lucky I love you. If you were anyone else, literally anyone, I think I would’ve tried harder to get to you. Would’ve been mad at you too.”

That catches you by surprise. Sure, you’ve been friends with Steven for quite a while now, but the L word was never thrown around like that. You had both agreed that saying “I” before “love you” makes things a lot more personal than saying the two words alone.

“You what?”

Marc: It was a rare occasion that you could get Marc Spector out of the house, and it was an even rarer occasion that he would agree to come with you to a local carnival. So, the second he suggests that you two go there for your next date, you jump on board the idea immediately. The day is mainly filled with going on rides, taking photos in the photobooths scattered around the lot, and you even managed to make Marc break his diet for a couple carnival sweets. So, to say that the day is going pretty well is an understatement–that is, of course, until you both agree to play the carnival games available to you. The thing is, there’s always been a competitive side to both of you, so when Marc suggests going through the different games and fighting to see who would win more prizes by the end of the night, you have to agree.

It’s almost unbelievable how many games he wins, especially given that he even wins the ones he used to be terrible at. The bean bag toss, the ring toss, the cup game, knocking down the cans, hell, he even manages to win Steven another goldfish for the tank in addition to the two that they already had.

“What the hell, Marc? How and why did you suddenly get so good at carnival games? Been training or something?” You asked, shoving the little stuffed toys you both won into a bag you purchased from one of the stalls. Was it overpriced? Of course it was, but there was no way you were carrying home this many stuffed toys in your two arms while Marc carries the beloved goldfish in one hand and the remaining toys in the other.

“Well, I may have gotten a bit of help? Steven’s got a pretty good understanding of the science behind the games and calculating the physics or whatever it is that we need to win, sooo…”

You obviously gape at the confession, straightening up your back as your eyes lock on his, causing him to smile rather cheekily at you.

“But hey! Before you tell me off for cheating or whatever, look at all the toys we got! And the newest addition to our goldfish family at home! We saved a life, you know. Could name them after you.”

"Marc!"

Jake: It’s a confession that comes in the middle of an argument. You’ve always known that Jake was one to splurge when it comes to buying things for himself. He spoils himself silly, and doing so, spoils Marc and Steven as well. Sure, they had differences when it came to their preferences, but they did share a couple likes and interests. You never had a problem with it–they do deserve it after all. However, when his spending habit started extending to you, as much as you appreciated his gestures, there was something telling you that you just didn’t deserve it. You tried telling him that he didn’t need to get you all these things, but he insisted, stating that his best friend deserves everything in the world. You inferred that one of his love languages was through gifts, so you let the smaller ones slide.

The fight ensues on the day that he presents you with a nicely wrapped box, which holds a rather expensive bracelet.

It was the one he caught you staring at the other day when you were out window shopping. Honestly speaking, you didn’t think that any of them would remember it, given that it didn’t seem like Jake was paying attention, having been distracted by the other things on display.

It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, but you saw the price and it definitely was not worth buying, especially not as a gift for you.

“Jake, this is too much, yeah? I’m thankful for it, I really am, but didn’t I tell you to stop buying things for me?” You asked, running your index finger over the rim of the bracelet before bringing your attention to him.

“Too much? Why would that be too much?” Jake asked, his brows furrowed. “Do you not like it, mariposa? I just thought it was the one you wanted back at the store. I could take it back and replace it. No es gran cosa.”

“Jake.” You repeat his name a little more firmly than you did earlier, closing the box and transferring it into his hands. You choose to ignore his second question, “If you said this isn’t a big deal, I swear. It is a big deal! You can’t just… you can’t go off and spend that much money for me, Jake!”

The rise in the volume of your voice takes him by surprise, causing him to tilt his head. “You’re mad because I bought you a bracelet? Querida…”

You barely give him enough time to finish the sentence before you continue, “No. I’m not going to take any reasons from you, Jake Lockley. There isn’t any reason in the world for you to spend this much money on me, and for what? You should already know that I love you for you, not because of how much money you have or whatever. I don’t need gifts from you, Jake. I don’t need anything else, okay?”

“Wait, you love me?” He asked, his eyes glinting with a spark of hope–not that you would notice, really. You failed to notice the smile forming on his lips too.

“What?” Your eyes nearly bugged out, having only realized what you said when he repeated it.

“What do you mean ‘what’? You said you love me!”

"When did I-"

"Te amo también, mariposa."

"What?!"

"What?" He grinned.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Tell me about Reader who’s only dated assholes (arrogant tech bros, flaky politicians, unfaithful artists, ghosting athletes, etc…) from different walks of life until she meets Frankie 👀 maybe pure FILTH ensues after a while, maybe… 👀 like. Pure fucking nasty filth. Also, beaches. 😊 maybe not at the same time tho sounds painful tbh

Ok this may have ended up softer than "filthy" but not by much!! Hope you enjoy Frankie and his magic hands, dude. Those Hands

Word count: 1200+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Frankie Morales x “You” (cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: coffee shop meet-cute; beach vacation; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; P/V sex; shower scene; mentions of food and alcohol

It was the hands you noticed first. Work-worn and calloused, but somehow also soft-looking. Big hands, nice hands, they held the door of the coffee shop open for you to enter as he left, and you almost tripped over the threshold with how distracted you were. You didn’t know you could be attracted to hands until you saw his, but somehow they were different from the soft, manicured hands of all the men you had dated before. Guys who only worked at keyboards in nice offices, who played golf or maybe drew sketches for upscale galleries, guys who didn’t mow their own lawns. Guys who got bored and left you after five days or seven weeks or four months. You hoped you would see him again.

And a week later you did, and then a few days after that, and then again the next day. And then one day you timed it just right, or he did, and you actually ended up in line together. And when you both picked up your orders, you ended up sort of fighting to give the other person the last open seats, a little two-top table, until you both just laughed and decided to sit with a stranger. Well, a nice stranger anyway. And there’s no way to sit at a tiny 2-person table like that without talking, and so it was very nice to find out that the pair of nice hands belonged to a nice man who finally gave you his name, and by the end of the conversation, his number. And so that’s how you ended up with ‘Frankie Morales’ listed in your phone and a date for the following Saturday.

And oh, wow, what those hands could do. Over the next few weeks you found out how warm they felt holding your hand, how well they fit around the side of your hip as you walked, how good they felt cupping your jaw for a kiss, and how thick they were when he slid them inside of you while he worked magic with his talented tongue.

Weeks turned into months turned into a year, and then suddenly there was an anniversary weekend to plan and a beach vacation to arrange, and you found yourself laying on a white sand beach holding one of those big hands in yours as you napped under an umbrella. You were just drifting off when Frankie’s big hand gave yours a squeeze. You cracked your eyes to watch him walk away, because you never got tired of that particular view, the broad shoulders and the golden skin and the easy confidence he carried himself with. Your Frankie.

And then he came back and offered you a cold drink and you sat up and brushed his fingers with yours as you took the cup and smiled at him over your sunglasses. And when he smiled back little stars burst behind your navel, better than butterflies because the starbursts were backed up by 365 days of knowing what those hands and lips and body could do, to you and with you and for you.

And the afternoon passed in lazy naps on the beach blanket interspersed with squealing moments in the water, Frankie splashing you or carrying you piggyback into the waves. And one big wave knocking your sunglasses loose into the water, lost forever until Frankie gives you his to wear, and tells you how cute you look with his big aviators on. And then the sun sets and it’s time to go wash up, have a romantic dinner, take a bottle of wine back to your beach view room. And when it’s dark you turn off all the lights and let the moon stream in through your open balcony door.

Frankie takes his time with you that first night, working you open with his lovely soft lips and tongue, licking and swirling you up into knots of desire until his fingers push you over the edge and you burst into pieces, moaning wordless sounds into the salt-scented night air that’s rolling through the room. And then he does it again, one more time just to feel you squeeze his fingers hard before he strokes himself and slides into you with hardly any friction at all. You cling to him with your arms and legs wrapped as tight as you can until he chases his own high and pins it down inside of you, thrusting into you and releasing his own deep groans, then making you sigh with contentment as he tucks you under his big arm to sleep.

The second day passes in a blur of laughter and a boat trip, sightseeing and catching a few precious glimpses of dolphins, and then more beach time and dinner. And another long night of lovemaking in your room, but this time with Frankie taking you on your hands and knees, feeling him pound deep inside of you, hitting that ticklish spot over and over as you gaze out the balcony door over the moonlit ocean. And then again at 1:00 a.m. when you wake up and feel Frankie’s cock hard against you as you snuggle, and you shift your hips back into him, and bump him playfully until he wakes up. And then you straddle him and he cups your breasts with those big hands as you grind against him and make him moan in the near dark.

And you wake up the next morning and he’s absent from the bed, but you hear him in the shower and you sneak in to join him. And Frankie puts those hands to good use one more time, scrubbing your back and rubbing suds all over you, tip to toe, and then rinsing you off before he makes you come on his fingers. He wraps you tight with your back to his broad chest, one big hand under your ribs and the other rubbing tight circles into your clit and dipping up inside of you by turns until you collapse and shatter for him and then come back to yourself. And then you kiss him and tell him you love him and he says it back, and you know he means it.

And you wonder how you did this before, without Frankie. How you put up with the arrogance and the dullness of the disinterested men that you dated. How you ever believed that they were worth your time. Because now you see it, the way that Frankie uses his hands and his whole heart to love you. How he listens to you and sees you, how you won’t ever be alone as long as he’s there.

And you dress and go down to breakfast and intertwine your fingers with his beside your orange juice, and you lift his hand to yours and kiss his magic fingers one by one. And he just looks at you, glowing at you like you’re the sweetest thing he’ll ever see. And then he tells you how soft your lips are, and how much he’s looking forward to tonight. And you tuck into your breakfast and you swear nothing has ever tasted this good in your life, because you’re finally with the right person, and that makes all the difference in the world.

--- Frankie "Catfish" Morales character masterlist Just-here-for-the-moment’s main masterlist

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[tigresslanzhu]

Adorable Meena-Chan headcanons. (May add more as I think of them.)

-Meena has a collection of stuffed lambs in memory of her late father.

-Huge Sailor Moon fan.

-Her mother’s name is Betty while her grandma is named Lajila and her grandfather is Charles.

-The ultimate Christian. There’s a reason why a few of her songs are faith based.

-Nooshy will never hesitate to sneak up behind her and tickle her neck as a way to startle her.

-Had her right arm in a sling when she was eight after a kid pushed her off of some playground equipment at school.

“You don’t quite know what an itch feels like until you can’t scratch it!”

-She hates applying lotion because of how slimy it feels between her fingers. Porsha suggested using tusk brushes (Meena’s dentist is blind and keeps thinking that she is a male) to limit unnecessary hand contact and to better reach her feet. Needless to say that her feet are very ticklish to it.

-It’s no surprise how polite Meena is, but to take it to the extreme, she lets her overnight guests sleep on her bed (which is what you’re supposed to do anyway) rather than subject them to the much too fancy guest room that used to be her father’s.

Artica: Are you sure, Meena-Chan?

Meena: You wouldn’t get much sleep anywhere else. Besides, my cute lambs have been beloved to contain a magic sleepy dust in them that will help you relax!

[theharrowing]

Deep Spaces and Unsteady Explorations

Seokjin thanks his lucky stars that Yoongi is his destiny. Yoongi may not be sold on astrological alignments but he won’t deny Seokjin’s hold on him is akin to how the moon controls the tides

🪐 Yoongi x Seokjin

🪐 word count: 6.9k

🪐 strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, melancholy with a happy ending, slash, nsfw, 18+

🪐 warnings: top Yoongi and bottom Seokjin, this Seokjin gives me manic pixie dream girl vibes. fluff (acrostic poems, falling in love, astrology), smut (frotting, anal fingering, anal sex, crying during sex), heavy on space & astrology imagery.

🪐 written for the BTS One Line Wonders Fest!

🪐 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​

🪐 posted june 2022 | read on ao3 

🪐 story jumps between past and preset with each break

"He was like the moon, part of him always hidden away from the world; the side filled with darkness and hate, the side he wanted no one to notice," Yoongi says with a grin. "But the lighter side, the side he did show, full of love and wisdom—the side that pulled me in and controlled my tides—that side was brighter than the sun."

"Not gonna lie, I expected it to be something about my dick, and you surprised me with all this deep, poetic shit," Seokjin mutters with a scrunched nose and shy smile, and Yoongi can feel his cheeks burn red hot. "I think you're biased, though; I don't show much love or wisdom at first. I tend to push people away."

"You don't push people away," Yoongi says, "you just struggle to let them in. But that's not the same thing. You're kind to others."

Seokjin hums in acknowledgment, but it is flat, suggesting he disagrees. Maybe Yoongi is biased—maybe he does forget how hard it was to get Seokjin to let him in at first. Yoongi tends to forget there was ever a time when Seokjin didn't speak to him openly because once he did, he went from just being a twinkling star in the night sky to an entire universe.

"What would you say if you had to give my eulogy, then," Yoongi mutters defensively. 

"I wouldn't have to; you'd outlive me," Seokjin says. "It's always the grumpy ones who live the longest."

"I fucking hate you," Yoongi grumbles, which turns into a giggle as Seokjin's fingers press into his ribs, right where he's ticklish. 

Seokjin nuzzles into Yoongi's neck. "That's the spirit."

It is true that getting to know Seokjin was no easy task—he was always so elusive and quiet, tucked away in oversized sweaters with his grown-out dark brown hair hanging in his eyes. During the times when Yoongi would get close enough to him to strike up a conversation, the walls built around Seokjin were always too tall to allow for any exchange beyond vapid mentions of whatever was relevant to where they were at that exact moment. Whenever Yoongi would try for more, Seokjin would resist.

"Line's long today," Yoongi would mutter from next to Seokjin as they stood in queue for a coffee, in his equally oversized hoodie and over-grown dark brown hair hanging in his eyes. 

"Mmhmm," Seokjin would respond, never tearing his eyes off whatever point they were fixed on ahead of him. 

"What are you getting?" Yoongi would ask, hoping to learn about Seokjin's likes and dislikes. 

Seokjin would shrug. "Same as always."

And although that should have been the opposite of helpful information in the grand scheme of things because, Yoongi should not have known that Seokjin's same as always was just a medium black hot coffee, he had heard Seokjin order it countless times before and heard the barista call the order out for him just as many times. But it did not stop him from asking, mainly because he was not sure what else to ask—just needing to ask something. Yoongi couldn't resist the gravitational pull he felt in Seokjin's presence, and he always fought the urge to lean into the force, searching for more.

And for months, once or twice a week, in between his second and third classes, Yoongi always tried. 

"Line's not too bad today." 

"Sure." 

"What are you getting?" 

"Same as always." 

And although it made Yoongi yearn for more, he always stayed within the same line of questioning, never going too far or asking for too much. No matter how many times Seokjin shrugged him off, Yoongi always tried. 

"Weather's hot today." 

"Yeah." 

"What are you getting?" 

"Same as always."

Until one day, Yoongi deviated, and it caused some kind of unspeakable rift between them that even Yoongi probably should have foreseen.

"Hotter than usual outside today."

"Yeah, sucks."

"Are you getting a hot coffee, same as always?"

Seokjin didn't respond—didn't even so much as look in Yoongi's direction, and Yoongi could feel that the air had shifted because it felt heavier than usual in his chest. And when Seokjin continued to stare ahead and say nothing, it made Yoongi anxious. He could not understand why Seokjin shut him out without giving him a chance, and although the question of why spun around his head in countless phrases and iterations, he could not force his mouth to fucking speak—he could not bring himself to ask. 

When it was Seokjin's turn to order, he got his medium black hot coffee, same as always. And when the medium black hot coffee was in Seokjin's hand, he left the café without looking back, and for weeks after the incident, Seokjin was nowhere to be found.

There were plenty of spots on campus to get caffeinated beverages, and sometimes Yoongi would go to those locations around the same time he would expect to see Seokjin getting coffee before, but he never caught sight of him. Yoongi felt foolish; he felt borderline obsessive and ashamed of himself. What good was it to stalk the whereabouts of some guy who clearly wanted nothing to do with him? Yoongi knew he should just give up.

"No wonder you're so persistent," Seokjin mutters, playing with Yoongi's fingers while they lie on their backs on the dirty mattress which sits in the center of the abandoned pool that is tucked away in the woods just off-campus. The sun is starting to fade just enough to make pollution cast light streaks over the darkening sky.

"Why?" Yoongi mutters. His hands have begun to sweat, but Seokjin does not seem to mind.

Seokjin turns his head, eyes wide. "You're a Pisces."

Yoongi meets Seokjin's eye but can't hold contact too long, looking between his face and the graffitied pool wall behind him. 

"So?"

"So you're emotionally deep. Sensitive—maybe overly sensitive. Do you feel lonely a lot? I wonder what your moon sign is."

"I don't know."

"You don't know if you feel lonely a lot?"

"I don't know what my moon sign is."

Seokjin hums in understanding, turning his eyes back on the sky. 

"What are you, then?" Yoongi asks, even though it all means nothing to him.

"Sagittarius," Seokjin responds with a smile.

"I'm also year of the water rooster," Yoongi offers with a shrug.

"Perfect balance to my water monkey, I'd say."

"What does all of it mean?"

"Well, for one, it means I'm a fucking mess, Min Yoongi," Seokjin grins, turning his head once more to meet Yoongi's gaze. There is a sadness to his smile; it does not quite reach his eyes. "And it means I was destined to love you."

A month after the café incident, Seokjin appeared, though not in the queue for coffee. Rather, he was outside the café with his arms crossed, eyes watching the sky, and he seemed to be waiting for someone inside the café, maybe—it was hard to tell. He wore a tan sweater that went all the way past his knees—impressive at his height—and ripped blue jeans beneath. Yoongi listened to everyone in queue before him for a person placing Seokjin's order, but the words medium hot black coffee were never uttered. 

So, feeling brazen, Yoongi ordered his drink and a medium hot black coffee and waited. He told himself that if, in between the time he ordered and the time he got the drinks, Seokjin was no longer outside the café, Yoongi would just ditch the hot black coffee on the counter and pretend it was never his, to begin with—pull his black hoodie over his face enough to cover his eyes and slip out like a bandit in the night. It would not be the most honorable course of action, but Yoongi had never been one to be concerned with things like honor, especially when adrenaline kicked in and took over, like right then.

Yoongi was also never one for complicated orders, always getting the same iced americano, so when his order was called rather fast, he took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly before picking up his and Seokjin's cups. Although his hands were already beginning to sweat and have a tremble to them, he felt determined to at least attempt to right his wrong. 

As Yoongi made the short walk to Seokjin, he considered all of the things that could transpire. Like Seokjin taking the coffee, sneering at Yoongi, and dumping it onto the ground. Or Seokjin laughing in Yoongi's face and not accepting the drink at all. And although those things seemed terrible, Yoongi steeled himself, ready to handle whatever Seokjin did. Come what may, and all that. 

So when Yoongi walked up to Seokjin and held out the coffee with, "Sorry for being invasive; I shouldn't have asked you so many questions," on his tongue, he wasn't expecting Seokjin to look him in the eye before he could say anything and mutter, "Yoongi?"

Yoongi froze, arm still outstretched. How did Seokjin know his name? Yoongi knew Seokjin's name because it was common to know the name of someone you were unabashedly in love with, even from a distance, but how did Seokjin know Yoongi's name? 

"How—" was all Yoongi croaked out before Seokjin cut him off.

"Of course, the new moon is in Taurus; no wonder I was drawn here."

Yoongi said nothing. Tears welled in his eyes, and he tried to blink them away. He had no idea what Seokjin was talking about, and was too overwhelmed anyway to try to parse it. The air in his chest, once more, felt heavy in Seokjin's presence.  

"What class do you have?" Seokjin asked.

Yoongi knew that he had astronomy next because he had astronomy twice a week every week for several months. And yet, at that moment in time, he had no clue what class he had next. At that moment in time, Yoongi could not tell you what fucking day it was; Seokjin eclipsed everything in Yoongi's mind, shrouding it in shadow. Before then, Seokjin had never looked at him while they had spoken—had never given Yoongi any information about himself—and suddenly, he was asking an innocuous yet personal question about Yoongi's schedule and his brain short-circuited.

"Can you skip it?" Seokjin asked, probably deciding that he was not going to get an answer to the first question any time soon.

"Y-yeah," Yoongi muttered with a nervous nod, mouth hung open and eyes glued to Seokjin though unfocused and only really seeing a Seokjin-shaped blur.  

The coffee that Yoongi still held outstretched was pulled from his grasp, and immediately his fingers felt cold. But not for long, as Seokjin took Yoongi's hand, engulfing his fingers and tugging him through campus. Yoongi stumbled along like a petulant child who did not want to go because—despite very much wanting to go; he could not get his legs to work like normal, and Seokjin was not slowing down for anything. Yoongi wondered if that was a Seokjin trait, to not slow down for anything.

Yoongi had been drunk before, had even done drugs before—nothing too hard, just enough of this and that to catch a body high and melt for a while—but nothing could compare to the spinning, chaotic euphoria that Yoongi experienced while being pulled away from their school, through a small nearby forest, by Seokjin. 

Body, mind, and soul felt ablaze by a warmth that started in Yoongi's hand and spread through his limbs, licking in molten flares throughout his body, festering into something Yoongi could only identify as a side effect of Seokjin holding his hand. He had been to the forest several times before but never deep enough into it to suddenly lose sight of what was outside of it. And certainly never deep enough to find the abandoned pool.

"W-what's out here?" Yoongi muttered.

Seokjin looked back with a smile. "There you are. Welcome back, darling." 

Yoongi didn't ask what Seokjin meant because Yoongi knew that he was not fully along for this ride, mentally. But he did wonder how Seokjin picked up on it. Yoongi wondered if Seokjin could read his thoughts or feelings through the palm of his hand—Seokjin had to have had some kind of super powers to make Yoongi feel so fucked up, after all.   

"This was a pool, and now it's just a chill spot," Seokjin said, tugging Yoongi along to where the jump into the old pool was only three feet. 

Seokjin sat on the edge, still holding Yoongi's hand, so Yoongi sat too, and when Seokjin slid his ass off the edge, Yoongi followed suit, letting himself go over and onto the cracked cement. It hurt his ankles when he landed, but Yoongi did not complain. It was only then, when the jump made some of his iced americano spill out of the lid, from the hole that the straw stuck through, that Yoongi remembered he had been holding something in his hand the whole time.

"I change the sheet from time to time," Seokjin said as they approached an old mattress in the middle of the empty pool. 

Only then, when they stood next to the mattress, did Seokjin let go of Yoongi. Yoongi immediately balled his hand into a fist and watched as Seokjin sank down, took a drink from his coffee, then set it on the floor and laid back. Yoongi did the same—sat on the edge of the mattress, took a large, cold, bitter swig through his straw, then set the drink down on the floor and laid back.

"You disappeared," Yoongi said.

"You scared me."

"Why?"

Seokjin exhaled deeply. "Getting close to people is a gamble. You can never guarantee how it will work out—if the person will always be good to you, if you'll always be good to them. I thought about a future where I would get to know you and come to love you and then squander the chance to be good to you, and it made me sick to my stomach. It made me run." 

Yoongi stared at the clear blue sky above them and tried to make sense of everything, but everything was too much, and he could not quite comprehend it. What did Seokjin mean about wanting to love him and be good to him?

"The sky is so blue," Yoongi muttered.

"B," Seokjin announced. "Believe it or not, I've always liked you."

"What?"

"L. Looks like there's nothing more to hide from you."

Yoongi snickered. "Are you seriously doing an acrostic poem right n—"

"U. Yoongi, you're so fucking pretty."

"Hey, that doesn't technically work—wait, what?"

"I. I tried to run and hide, but everything reminded me of you."

"What?" Yoongi's heart pounded in his chest, and the flames inside his body burned red hot—so hot, Yoongi sat up, gasping for air.

"Too much?" Seokjin asked, his voice coming out nervous. 

"N-no, I just," Yoongi turned to Seokjin. 

"You thought I just so happened to be ordering overpriced shitty coffee twice a week at the same time as you? Always in line right before or after you?" Seokjin chuckled. "I was hoping for a chance to mutter about the weather with you. But thanks for the coffee today, anyway."

"B-but you—" Yoongi's gaze fell to the chipped blue paint and graffiti scrawlings around them, and he wondered if he was dreaming. 

"I'm sorry I let you scare me away."

"You think I'm pretty," Yoongi muttered, looking down at his hands. Tears welled in his eyes once more. 

"So fucking pretty," Seokjin said, sitting up beside Yoongi.

All thoughts left Yoongi's mind as he turned, straddled Seokjin's hips, and draped his arms around his wide shoulders, stopping just before their lips could meet, silently asking for permission. Seokjin wrapped his arms around Yoongi and met him halfway, nodding and turning his face just enough to allow Yoongi to slot their lips together without their noses squishing. Yoongi licked eagerly into Seokjin's open lips, and when Seokjin moaned, Yoongi sniffled.

"Are you crying?" Seokjin asked softly.

Tears poured from Yoongi's eyes as he pulled Seokjin closer—kissed Seokjin deeper. Seokjin was not just a gravitational pull, he was a supermassive black hole, and Yoongi collided with him and exploded, making a huge fucking mess. 

Gently and sweetly, Seokjin pulled Yoongi closer, ran fingers through Yoongi's hair, and Yoongi cried and cried and cried.

"Is it more significant for me to be ruled by Jupiter or Neptune?" Yoongi asks, eyes on the sky as always.

Seokjin turns, propping himself on an elbow. "Are you a traditionalist or a modernist?"

"I don't know."

"I mean, Neptune is literally the god of storm and sea," Seokjin mutters. "And Pisces is the double fish sign, so it makes sense that your planet was changed." 

"What does Roman mythology have to do with astrology?" 

Seokjin grins. "In western systems, the Greeks and Romans reign."

Yoongi sighs. "Loving you is complicated sometimes. There's a lot to remember."

"I would say Neptune for you since you prefer practicality over spiritual abundance."

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. "I just told you I love you."

"I know, Yoongi, and I love you too," Seokjin mutters sweetly, taking Yoongi's hand in his.

The third time they went to the abandoned pool, Yoongi didn't wait to get to the mattress before he had his hands on him—shoving his body into Seokjin's, pressing Seokjin against the wall in the three-foot end, standing on his toes to reach his lips with the amount of force required to kiss him the way he needed to. The last two times they were there, nobody had gone to disturb them, so Yoongi felt certain that nobody would that time either as his hands dropped to Seokjin's belt loops.

"Want to touch you," Yoongi grumbled into Seokjin's jaw, sloppily kissing and nipping at every inch of skin his mouth could reach. 

"Then touch me," Seokjin responded as if it was a challenge. 

Yoongi reached under Seokjin's baggy pink sweater and grabbed his belt loops. He drug Seokjin along the pool wall, watching the perplexed, excited look on Seokjin's face as he let Yoongi eagerly pull him along. Today there were no coffees in hand, not since Seokjin admitted to only ordering them to be close to Yoongi—not since he gained access to Yoongi without pretense. At the slope where the pool went from three feet to five, Yoongi walked slightly up the incline before stopping, pulling Seokjin into him now that he was ever so slightly taller. 

"On higher ground?" Seokjin teased. "That's cheating."

"Shut up and fucking kiss me," Yoongi whined, pulling Seokjin into a sloppy, needy exchange full of teeth and tongue. 

Yoongi rubbed a palm over Seokjin's tight black pants, giving his half-hard bulge a squeeze, and Seokjin whimpered in Yoongi's mouth. 

"This okay?" Yoongi asked, sounding breathless.

"More," Seokjin responded, nibbling on Yoongi's lower lip. 

Quickly—desperately, even—Yoongi undid Seokjin's fly and shoved his hand into his briefs, fisting his tip to rub precum on his palm, and stroking his thick length.

"Fuck, Yoongi, you're so needy, darling."

"You have no idea," Yoongi groaned as he tugged Seokjin's cock until it was fully erect—until the precum had all but evaporated between their skin, and Yoongi had to bend and spit, catching it between his hand and Seokjin's shaft as if he had been practicing that move. "You have no fucking idea how long I've wanted to touch you."

Seokjin's hands moved to Yoongi's pants, pushing up his oversized black sweater and undoing Yoongi's fly. "Oh, but I do," Seokjin muttered, stopping at the waistline of Yoongi's briefs. "May I?"

"Yes, please. Touch me before I fucking die," Yoongi begged, losing his footing and slamming his hip into the wall of the pool, panting as Seokjin brought their lips back together and pushed past the fabric to collect Yoongi's precum on his palm, sending a flood of arousal crashing over him. 

Yoongi moaned and whined and felt like he might cry again, and Seokjin swallowed every sound whole, licking into Yoongi's mouth as if drawing the sounds out of him with the tip of his tongue. Yoongi used the hand not jerking Seokjin off to tug Seokjin into him by the back of his neck, and Seokjin snaked the hand not jerking Yoongi off around Yoongi's waist to bring their hips flush until their knuckles knocked into each other. 

Seokjin grabbed both of their dicks in his hand and rubbed their shafts together in his palm, and Yoongi quickly followed suit—Yoongi's hand down at the bottom and Seokjin's up at their heads. 

"Holy fuck," Yoongi whimpered as his legs trembled beneath him. "This is so good I might blackout."

"Better not," Seokjin panted into Yoongi's mouth. "You could get a concussion if you fell in here. I'm too fucked out already; there's no way I could catch you."

Seokjin spun them until Yoongi was against the wall and gently bent at the knees, up and down and up, fucking his length into their hands alongside Yoongi's shaft, both of them spilling just enough precum for the friction to feel like heaven. Pleasure built and built, and gradually Yoongi felt like a taut wire ready to snap.

"Your dick is so big," Yoongi whined, feeling his high building and building. 

"Are you into that sort of thing?" Seokjin groaned into Yoongi's mouth, sucking on Yoongi's lip. Yoongi whimpered loudly, hips bucking uncontrollably—he was close. 

"Y-yes. I don't have a preference for topping or bottoming, but if I bottom, I want to get fucked hard. I want it to punch the air f-from my lungs and make me feel like I might die."

Seokjin groaned, pressing Yoongi's body into the wall hard with his bodyweight. "Oh, fuck, Yoongi; I'm gonna come."

Yoongi was already delirious. "Me too."

Seokjin did his best to collect his come as it spurted from his cock, holding his hand over it while Yoongi continued to stroke them. He did not make much noise, but his hips shook, and his breath came out ragged and torn on the edges as he sucked a sensitive spot into Yoongi's neck. 

"I like to bottom the most, but I would fuck you till you're cross-eyed," Seokjin groaned as Yoongi stroked both their cocks despite Seokjin being spent. "I would love to. I bet you make the prettiest sounds."

Yoongi threw his head into Seokjin's shoulder so hard Seokjin hissed and hugged Yoongi close—held him so tight as he came in Seokjin's sticky, come-covered palm. Yoongi mewled and sobbed out choked, pitchy sounds as his hips shook and he saw stars.

"I like it slow and sweet, but I can give it to you as hard as you need," Seokjin panted.

"I can fuck you slow," Yoongi muttered into Seokjin's neck, leaving soft kisses against the skin. "I would love to take my time with you. I would be so good for you."

"Why do we come here still?" Yoongi asks, pressing Seokjin against the pool wall. 

The clouds are dark, and they don't have umbrellas. 

"You're a sentimental Pisces, and coming here helps you hold onto the hope that we'll always exist as long as this place exists."

Yoongi rolls his eyes and ruts his hips into Seokjin, pressing their clothed cocks together. "We have apartments. With beds that are kept in rooms. I can't fuck you out here."

"Why not?" 

"Seokjin, I want to have you to myself in private. We're not students anymore; we don't need to keep coming here. And you can't blame all of this on my birth chart when you're the sentimental one, you know?"

Seokjin pulls Yoongi close and slowly licks into his mouth, pouting. "But if we go to each other's apartments, then all of this becomes set in stone which will make it bigger than it's ever been yet, and it'll just crash down all that much harder and heavier when—"

"It was set in stone when you told me you love me."

Seokjin sighs, "I know, but—"

"Stop fixating on the end and let yourself be happy now. Please."

"I don't know how to do that," Seokjin says through a smile, but it's the sad smile Yoongi knows too well.

Yoongi sighs, pressing his body into Seokjin. "We can't keep frotting in an abandoned pool and stumbling home with come stains on our hoodies like horny teenagers. I want to fuck you properly. Make you feel good. You deserve better than—" Yoongi waves his arm out, motioning to their shabby surroundings, "—this."

Seokjin kisses along Yoongi's throat and neck, shoving his hand into Yoongi's pants. "I'll think about it."

"C," Seokjin muttered, staring at the sky.

"Can you believe there was ever a time before I knew you?" Yoongi responded, squeezing Seokjin's hand tightly. 

"L," Yoongi said, reading Seokjin's next move as always.

"Loving you is easier than breathing," Seokjin sighed. "O."

"Oh, Jinie, are you becoming sappy on me?"

"I've always been the sappy one, darling," Seokjin grinned. 

"U," Yoongi said as his lips brushed over Seokjin's knuckles.

"Unable to comprehend my own thoughts when you're near. D."

"Do you ever wish we could freeze time and stay like this forever? Y."

Seokjin sighed a heavy, deep huff of air and squeezed Yoongi's hand tight. "You have no idea how badly my heart will break when this is over."

Yoongi chuckled softly and shook his head, placing soft kisses against Seokjin's knuckles. "Good thing I would never let you go."

There is nothing particularly special about Yoongi's apartment; it is just not an abandoned pool in the middle of the fucking woods that rests next to a campus he recently graduated from, so in that context, it is pretty fucking nice. 

Yoongi tidies up anyway, hoping to make a good impression on the guy who insisted for several months on dragging him to a dilapidated, deserted, remote location...as Yoongi thinks about it, he realizes how ridiculous it is for him to even care about the state of his place—probably Seokjin would feel more at home if Yoongi pushed all his furniture to the walls and threw a comforter on the floor. 

When Seokjin finally arrives two hours late, holding armfuls of snacks for their intended movie date, he enters the apartment almost skittishly, like a nervous animal that has had one too many run-ins with shady apartments, or something of that nature. Yoongi can't help but feel self-conscious; Seokjin says he loves him, so why can't Yoongi have access to him? Why is he always worried about the future when the present is so promising?

"Baby, relax," Yoongi mutters, taking things from Seokjin's arms and dropping them onto a small nearby table. "There's no pressure; it's like we're hanging out anywhere else."

Yoongi has never called Seokjin baby before, and he expects Seokjin to react in some big way, maybe to scoff it away, but Seokjin softly smiles for just a split moment. 

"I should be open to flexibility. Maybe it's my Capricorn Venus holding me back."

Yoongi approaches and places his hands on Seokjin's cheeks gently. The apartment door still hangs open, but Yoongi doesn't want to startle him by kicking it shut. 

"Baby, please. Regardless of which planet rules your passion, it is natural to let trauma cause you to be unsure. But it's me—it's my place. I'll keep you safe, okay?"

Seokjin gently grabs Yoongi's face and leans in to kiss him. His tongue and voice say so many things without the use of words, and Yoongi understands them all loud and clear, melting in his hold. 

"I need you, Yoongi."

"I got you, baby." 

Yoongi licks playfully over Seokjin's lips, and Seokjin stares at Yoongi with wide eyes. "I need you right now."

"Okay, baby, let's go," Yoongi says, leaning around Seokjin to push his door closed, relieved when it shuts a little too loud and Seokjin doesn't seem to mind. "Let's go; I'll take good care of you."

Yoongi leads Seokjin through his small apartment and into a bedroom that's dim, save for the sun peeking through his blinds. Everything is various shades of grey with black and hints of blue, and Yoongi guides Seokjin over to his dark blue comforter, sitting him on the edge of the bed. 

"Tell me what you need," Yoongi says as he kneels on the floor in front of Seokjin, watching patiently, holding his hands. 

"Just you," Seokjin mutters. "I just want to be taken out of my headspace for a while."

"Would it help if you came in my mouth first?"

Seokjin shakes his head softly and smiles. "Just take your time prepping me. Let me come from your fingers so that I'm overstimulated and sobbing when you finally fuck me."

"I could do both."

Seokjin whines. Yoongi stands, still holding Seokjin's hands. "I'll take good care of you; fuck you nice and slow, baby. Can you undress for me?"

Seokjin nods softly and drops Yoongi's hands, then pulls his sweater over his head. It's bright blue with white stripes on the sleeves and a giant white whale on the front, and Yoongi already plans to steal it and wear it like a dress. Yoongi has caught glimpses of Seokjin's tummy before, but seeing him shirtless in all his broad-shouldered tiny waist glory makes Yoongi's head spin. 

While Seokjin works his fly open, Yoongi gently places his hands over Seokjin's chest and dances them down over his pecs and the expanse of his abdomen, tracing every line and curve he can see with his eyes as if to commit Seokjin's body to memory. 

"Are you gonna fuck me fully clothed?" Seokjin asks with a smirk, and Yoongi chuckles. 

"You're saying you don't usually fuck people with your clothes on?" Yoongi teases as he pulls his large black sweater over his head. 

Seokjin drops his pants to the floor. "Is that what you kids are into these days?"

Yoongi's mouth falls open at the sight of Seokjin's long, muscular legs. He wants to chide Seokjin and remind him that they're practically the same age, but he can't form a coherent thought, so he does not try. 

"Damn, you got it bad for me, don't you?" Seokjin teases, approaching and gathering Yoongi's long white tee in his hands, tugging it up and over Yoongi's head—Yoongi at least has the wherewithal to lift his arms.

"Sorry I think my boyfriend is fucking hot," Yoongi grumbles, looking down and reaching for his fly. 

When Seokjin does not respond, Yoongi's eyes dart back up. Seokjin watches him with some kind of soft, almost unreadable reverence. Yoongi continues to open his pants and push them down, taking his briefs with them, then steps out of them, pushing them aside with his foot. He reaches out to Seokjin and grabs him by the arms, pulling him close. 

"We already say we love each other," Yoongi mutters. "Please don't fret because I called you my boyfriend."

Seokjin smiles, and this time, it makes his eye shimmer. "I like it. Call me more things."

Yoongi wraps his arms around Seokjin's neck and pulls him into a kiss. Against Seokjin's lips, between flicks of his tongue, Yoongi groans, "Gonna make you all mine, baby. Do you want that? Do you want to be mine?"

Seokjin whimpers and tugs them back toward the bed, and Yoongi releases the kiss to let Seokjin sit against the mattress. Yoongi leans forward for one more chaste kiss and says, "Get comfortable for me, baby."

Yoongi moves to his bedside table to collect a bottle of lube. Meanwhile, Seokjin pulls his briefs down and lays on his back in the middle of the bed. Yoongi cannot help but check Seokjin out, scanning from his smile to his toes and back again. With Seokjin on his back, Yoongi grabs the t-shirt he was wearing and drapes it over the end of a pillow like a makeshift towel, then wedges the pillow under Seokjin's lower back and ass to give him more access to him.

Once Seokjin is in position, Yoongi crawls onto his knees on the bed and leans in to suck kisses into Seokjin's thighs, making him moan and writhe. Yoongi thinks it is a shame that he cannot easily see Seokjin's handsome face, but he revels in what he can see. 

Yoongi lubes up two of his fingers and circles Seokjin's hole. Seokjin pants—quick short breaths and quiet whimpers fall from his lips. With his middle finger, Yoongi slowly pushes past Seokjin's rim. His mouth falls open from the warm, soft feeling that engulfs him, and he gently kisses and sucks on Seokjin's thigh as he slowly pulls and pushes, deeper and deeper until he's past his thick knuckle, until Seokjin is whining in choked vowels. 

"So tight, baby," Yoongi groans against Seokjin's thigh. He cranes his neck to see Seokjin's face and smiles at the sight of wet, bitten lips and rosy cheeks. 

"More," Seokjin whines. "Please." 

Yoongi pulls his finger out and flips the lube open with his free hand, pouring more onto his fingers and using the pad of his thumb to warm it, setting the bottle aside. Gently, Yoongi pushes his middle and pointer fingertips in and out, listening to Seokjin whine, watching as his legs shake. Yoongi is slow and patient and takes his time, paying attention to cues to tell him Seokjin is overwhelmed and when Seokjin is relaxed into the feeling and ready for more. 

"F—ah—feels so good," Seokjin whimpers.

"You do feel so good, baby," Yoongi praises, voice deep and raspy. "So tight but so eager.” 

"Want you," Seokjin begs as Yoongi slowly pushes both fingers past the knuckles.

Yoongi bites back a moan at the feeling of Seokjin's ass swallowing him so eagerly, watching his legs continue to tremble. "You're not ready for me yet, baby. Gotta fall apart on my fingers first, remember?"

Slowly, Yoongi pulls out and pushes in, twisting his fingers and opening Seokjin. Yoongi scissors his fingers to stretch him a little more before slowly pressing in a third. Seokjin trembles and gasps but says very little, only squeaking out a deep whimper from time to time and whisper-begging Yoongi not to stop. Yoongi takes his time and finger-fucks Seokjin slowly, and when Seokjin seems adjusted to the stretch, Yoongi seeks out his prostate and gently rubs over the small, sensitive gland, making Seokjin whine.

"That feel good, baby?" Yoongi asks as he sucks another pink spot into Seokjin's thigh.

"S-so good, please don't stop."

Yoongi doesn't stop and he doesn't speed up. And slowly, gradually, he turns Seokjin into a mess of moans and stuttered breaths. Slowly, gradually, Yoongi turns Seokjin into putty in his hands, making Seokjin his. All his. 

"Touch me, please," Seokjin sobs. "I'm getting close."

Yoongi angles himself up enough to grab Seokjin's cock in his free hand, and the touch makes Seokjin seize and his ass squeeze Yoongi's fingers. Rather than stroke Seokjin's cock, Yoongi leans down and runs his tongue up and down the shaft, then takes him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and gently sucking on the tip while his fingers continue to rock in and out of Seokjin's tight hole. 

Seokjin squeezes Yoongi's fingers and trembles harder than before. He tries to warn Yoongi that he is going to come, and Yoongi groans in response, sucking his thick cock a little further into his mouth. When Seokjin finally comes, whimpering quietly, Yoongi moans and swallows his release. Seokjin's come tastes heady—tangy and sweet—and Yoongi gently sucks every drop he can. 

"F-fuck," Seokjin whines, thighs shaking once more.

Yoongi releases Seokjin from his mouth and gives his shaft one last long, slow lick. "Too much, baby?"

"So sensitive, fuck," Seokjin mutters with a gasp. "Need your cock."

"I got you baby," Yoongi grumbles sweetly, flipping the lube open with his free hand while he slowly pulls his fingers from Seokjin's ass. 

Yoongi takes no time squirting lube onto his palm, repositioning on his knees, and coating his cock. Seokjin has barely had a chance to catch his breath before Yoongi is rubbing his blunt tip over his hole.

"F-fuck, yes, please," Seokjin whines.

"Tell me if it's too much, baby."

Slowly, gradually, Yoongi pushes his tip in, breaching Seokjin's rim with a moan—the tight, soft warmth already making Yoongi lightheaded with arousal. Seokjin's legs shake, and Yoongi wraps his arms around them to try to hold them still as he pulls out and pushes forward, just past the head, just enough to make Seokjin squeal.

"F-fuck, it's too much," Seokjin sobs. "Don't stop, please."

"Are you comfortable, baby? Want me to move the pillow?"

Seokjin nods his head, eyes squeezed shut, letting out a whimpered response of affirmation. Yoongi pulls out and gently tugs the pillow out from under Seokjin's ass, then repositions and pushes his cock back in, just an inch further than before. Seokjin's arms are above his head, his hands are bunching the pillowcase in their grip, and he looks absolutely sinful. Yoongi leans down as he rocks his hips and touches Seokjin's chest, then rubs his fingertips down the expanse of Seokjin's torso.

"So handsome, baby," Yoongi moans, watching Seokjin lips tremble. "So fucking perfect for me."

Seokjin opens his eyes, which are glazed over with tears, and he squeezes his brows together, panting while Yoongi slowly fucks him open, holding his legs spread wide. Seokjin lifts a leg, and Yoongi takes it, resting it over his shoulder, leaning forward a little more. The new angle makes Seokjin's eyes squeeze shut and pulls the delicious sounds from his mouth as his back arches. 

"Fuck, Jinie, your ass feels like fucking heaven," Yoongi praises. "You swallow my cock so eagerly. Such a greedy boy."

Seokjin's dick is hard and leaking against his tummy, and Yoongi runs his fingers gently up the shaft, collecting his precum in his palm and giving the tip a gentle squeeze. Seokjin moans loudly, and his cock twitches in Yoongi's hold, encouraging Yoongi to squeeze a little harder and rub his thumb over the slit.

"Wanna come again baby, or wanna wait for me?"

Seokjin shakes his head. "I'll wait."

Yoongi lets go of Seokjin's cock and focuses on keeping his pace steady, rocking his hips at a rate that pulls slow, sweet whimpers from between both men's lips. Yoongi's body tingles with arousal, and although the build of pleasure is becoming stronger and stronger, it is never intense—never bordering on too much or making him dizzy. Yoongi likes taking his time on Seokjin—he likes the way Seokjin's skin blooms with red and his tummy clenches and releases. 

Seokjin's breathing comes out harsh and ragged, yet measured, and Yoongi wonders if his body was made just for his; if the sweet, soft collision of their bodies is enough to create entire galaxies between them.

Yoongi wonders what the constellations in the universe between his thighs and Seokjin's ass might look like; how compatible their new zodiac charts would be. I was destined to love you, Seokjin's voice says in Yoongi's mind, and Yoongi feels the familiar urge to cry. 

Tears are streaming hot and slow down Yoongi's cheeks by the time Seokjin cries that he is going to come. His croaked, desperate sob has Yoongi's arousal swirling fast and tight, and as Yoongi reaches forward to gently tug on Seokjin's cock, Seokjin squeezes Yoongi's so deliciously that Yoongi bursts bright and hot, exploding quickly, threatening to turn him to dust. Seokjin's body jerks and trembles as he comes, and their moans fill the room in tandem, in a euphony of lust. 

When Yoongi's brain reboots, and he comes to his senses enough to pull his spent cock from Seokjin's ass, tears continue to fall. He rubs at his face with the palms of his hands, and Seokjin reaches out, taking Yoongi's wrists and pulling him forward.

Yoongi had not noticed Seokjin sitting up, but he leans into him and lets Seokjin lick his lips, and he taste the salt from his own tear streaks that have gathered there. Yoongi moans into Seokjin's mouth as he smiles and runs his fingers through Seokjin's thick, sweat-covered hair.

"Let's shower, darling," Seokjin mutters against Yoongi's lips, and Yoongi whimpers and pulls Seokjin closer. "Unless you want me to fuck you until you spill even more hot tears down those pretty, soft cheeks."

Yoongi gasps, opens his eyes wide, and nods, feeling his cheeks warm. He wants Seokjin in and on and around him in every way imaginable. He never wants Seokjin to ever let him go. He is sure of it. 

"I love you," Yoongi sobs. "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too, Yoongi," Seokjin smiles. Yoongi moves his head back just enough to see the stars that shine in Seokjin's eyes, brighter than any in the night sky. 

"You were destined to love me."

Seokjin chuckles and rubs his nose against Yoongi's nose. "Yes, darling. I was destined to love you."

love this story with all my heart & i hope you love it too!  🪐 tag list: @dasexydevitt13​ & @giriiboyy​

Deep Spaces and Unsteady Explorations is copyright 2022 theharrowing, all rights reserved. Don’t be a silent reader, I love to hear from you! 

[tangledinmdzs]

HIII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM IT'S SO GOOD😭😭 literally a blessing from the gods to this fandom 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

If you're doing requests rn can you do something with Jin Ling, Sizhui , Xiao Xingchen, and/or Xue Yang (sorry if that's too many characters, just pick whoever you want to do this for lol) where their s/o has to attend some important cultivation meeting, but the problem is s/o has a bunch of hickeys and marks all over their neck and other visible parts of the body from the night before (doesn't have to be sex, maybe just a kiss that got a little too passionate?) before that can't be covered up and they're kind of panicking about it?

aha hi anon!

i’m so glad that you’ve been liking the pieces! and you’re much too kind! thank you so much!

i can definitely give this a try; hope you all enjoy, as always

cheers to your request~

.･:*:･ﾟ’✫,’✫’ﾟ･:*:･˙

Jin Ling

you sigh, put your hair up

put your hair down

put your hair up

and then down again

but the darkish red bites along your neck are as clear as day, no matter what way you do your hair

you’re more than embarrassed, as today was supposed to be your big introduction and announcement to all of the cultivation world as the fiancee to the Jin Lanling sect leader

but said sect leader

may have had too much fun talking with you last night

you let out an annoyed huff, too busy working around the different styles of hair that can cover your open neckline to notice your fiance enter the bedchambers

only when soft hands part your long hair from the back of your head and lay them over your shoulders do you notice that you are no longer alone

“i can’t believe you,” you mumble out to Jin Ling only to continue to pout when he lets out an amused laugh

“well, no better way to announce our marriage, right?” Jin Ling teases and you roll your eyes, turning around to glare at him in return

but Jin Ling is unintimidated, even going so far as to lean in to steal an extra kiss

but you put a hand over his mouth, leaning in as close as you can 

(but never enough)

you place the gentlest, most teasing, kiss on the tip of his nose

and turn away to leave, your hair parted by his hands

Lan Sizhui

the hands that are currently wrapped around you are warm, skin only separated by your inner robes

“how am i supposed to change with you like this, hmm? A-Yuan?” you ask gently,

you feel the smallest press of lips at the nape of your neck, a response that lingers and then moves up to all the ticklish spots that Sizhui had always known well

it’s an enticing predicament that you are in, but your meeting with his fathers, Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriach give you enough of a mind to wiggle of out of his grasp, lest he continue like he did last night with his heated kisses on your body

“hey, naughty boy, don’t add any more,” you tell Sizhui, turning in his hold to stare at him,

when you meet eyes with him, he doesn’t seem too convinced to listen to your words

you pout at him

“i’m already embarrassed enough as it is...meeting your fathers like this” you admit 

and you see the way that his eyes lighten with a softness that only you could cause in them

“you know, you make it really hard not to,” Sizhui admits, and sometimes the words that he uses with you make you breathless

you blink at him, 

“well you’ve got to try, don’t you?” you tell him

and Sizhui feels winded by the wide doe eyes that you always use to stare at him

he takes in a small breath, leans in to press a long reminiscing kiss against your lips 

when he leaves your lips, slowly, longingly,

he feels that that should be enough to sate him

for now

Xiao Xingchen

“Daozhang,” you say, warningly

the man that answers to that only huffs a small laugh, though he still stands immensely close to you as you’re dressing yourself for the discussion conference meeting waiting for you just outside the wooden door

you let out a light disbelieving laugh as your eyes hover the red and pinkish hues at the bottom of your neck

who would have thought that some one as “bright as the moon with the gentleness of a breeze” was capable of well

whatever happened to your entire neck and shoulders

anyways

when you look at yourself in the mirror, you catch Xiao Xingchen’s eyes linger on the neckline of your robes

you let out a little breath at him then, meeting eyes with him in the mirror

you watch him as he reaches a strong arm around your shoulder, moving your robes just a slightest bit higher, covering the pinkish tint of your skin as best as he can 

his gentleness in moments like this, surprise you, considering the way that you both were last night (lmaooooo)

but with the way that his hand smooths your robes, fixes the wrinkles and brushes off the non-existent dust from your shoulders

it brings a small smile to your face, a shy look despite how well you both know each other

from behind you Xingchen returns your smile,

feeling the butterflies for each other all over again

Xue Yang

you turn your neck to the side, staring at the colors littered all across your skin, the different shades and hues

your hands linger slightly, still careful of the gingerness that you feel

if you turn your neck a certain way, you can still feel the sting and heat of the bites against each inch of your skin... 

“pretty?” a deep voice interrupts your thoughts

you startle slightly at the close proximity of Xue Yang’s lips against the shell of your ear

once you regain yourself, you let out a huff as you turn to look at him, an annoyed eyebrow raised at him,

“what will the other cultivators think when i go to the conference later?” you ask, not necessarily to him but more so a thought to yourself,

“that you have a very dedicated lover,” Xue Yang answers anyways and you take in a deep breath and turn to meet eyes with him

catch that annoying, infuriatingly handsome way that he has with his devious smile

“my lover might very well cost me a fine for public indecency,” you tell him bluntly and that gets a very unattractive snort out of Xue Yang in response,

“then don’t be indecent in public, just stay here with me,” Xue Yang persuades, and you’re angry at yourself that it’s kind of working

but you have a conference to attend

a time and place to be

a name to clear

when you share a look at him, you lean in for one final kiss, one that is long and leaves your breathless

but gives you all the strength that you need to depart

[homerforsure]

2021 creator’s wrap!

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2021. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

tagged by: @nogamediaz and @queerpanikkar and I really like Em’s spin on this of sharing my favorite lines from a couple things in no particular order.

1. The Nearness of You 

“Oh don’t even try with that ‘Eddie would never.’ You should hear the way he talks about you. Like you have muscles as big and sexy as a dozen lumberjacks and you use them to hang the moon.”

2. In Uncertain Times, The Uncertain Rules Apply

He wants to sink to his knees; he wants to push Buck down to his; he wants Buck to take a swing at him; he wants; he wants; he wants. Anything. Anything for some relief. Anything but the helpless hurt that’s been simmering for weeks.

3. where the lights burn low and you’re only mine

He’s memorized every part of Eddie. Buck knows where he’s ticklish, where he’ll moan, the location of every scar and freckle. He knows the heat and heaviness of him in his hands and he knows, sure as anything, the way that Eddie is going to come straight up off the mattress when Buck takes him into his mouth as deep as he can.

4. catch you when the current lets you go

“Hey,” Chim says, pointing at his empty glass. “I’ve been waiting on my refill for ten minutes now. This is no time to take a break.”

“Sorry. Officially off the clock.” Buck leans back in one of the patio chairs and kicks his feet up on another, popping open his beer. 

“You got fired.”

“I got fired.”

“Well it’s not the first time, is it?”

Before Buck can retort, he’s blasted in the back of the head by a freezing cold jet of water.

“Jesus Christ!” he yells, jerking upright and spilling his beer.

Cackling, Eddie slides into the now open chair previously serving as Buck’s footstool and sets the super-soaker down on the table, “That’s what happens when you let your guard down on the battlefield, GQ.”

5. Hemorrhage prompt from whumptober

Pang: And you know, the Kings ended up down two players that night. You saw Eddie Diaz walking Buckley down the tunnel there with the trainer? He never came back to the game! He climbed right into the ambulance with them, skates and all. I guess they didn’t think they had time to argue with him about it. Coach Nash didn’t even know until trainer Sara Mierendorff came out to tell him before play started again.

[laughter]

McHugh: Skates. And. All. Bet the hospital staff loved that.

Pang: Oh sure they did. You know they did.

So. All of these things were sections I pretty much liked immediately and still almost deleted because I thought they were too much or too silly or didn’t work and actually I think posting them here as a few of my favorite things may be exactly the lesson that I needed to learn from the last year so there’s that. 

I’m gonna tag @arrenemris, @thekristen999 and @finduilasclln with no pressure because there have only been a zillion year end wrap ups already. And anyone else who wants to share the stuff they’re proud of this year.  💗

[ellitx]

So what if Vampire butler Venti?? Like victorian gothic era~ he would be so sweet and bring us snacks and med supplies before anything then probably study the anatomy so he could find the best spot where'd it the least but bring some sort of numbing herbs just incase 🥺 since all he does is serve you all you wanna do is give back to him

Poorly written scenario below

"Mistress are you sure I-i dont--" "Shh Venti you spend all of your nights and days by my side, serving my every whim, so please let me serve you" you interject soft cupping his cheeks looking softly into him. His breath hitches as he swallowed his nerves and nod kissing you softly , you lean into as he pulls away a bit too soon for your liking, "Excuse me but I must prepare some supplies first we wouldn't want anything bad to happen.. i wouldn't want the king and queen to find anything of this." He wispers and swiftly walks to sneak some supplies and snacks for afterwards.

As you lay on your soft bed waiting for your beloved to return you can help but feel giddy and excited as you run your hand along you neck, youve always wanted this and hes been nothing but good to you, you though as you heard a soft knock at your door. "Come in!" You didn't even have to think who it was, you knew "Ive returned mistress.. if you want to back out you may I just dont want anything bad to happen to you.." you reach out for him as you sit up and shake your head "its alright please its.. its an order you can deny me.." you reach for his hand and hold it tight with reassurance "A-as you wish my beloved.." he reaches for a medicinal soak cotton cloth and moves some of the way "its to numb the-" you swiftly reach for his wrist "No! Please.. I wanna feel everything.." Venti looks at you wide eyed "Are you sure..?" You swiftly nod and and hold your hair to the side "dont worry ill be alright. " You smile at him and with the most delicate of touches he lays you down and kisses the nape of your neck softly "Thank you for this most precious gift.." with finding the perfect spot he gently bites down and feast (imma end it here i dont wanna make it long sjdjdb) -💚

V-vampire and butler venti?!!!

P-please spare my brainrot thirsts— hnhgg staph making me horn knee for this vampire butler venti ASHDJSK but you know the drill im just gonna write a scenario for it no matter how much i deny myself from falling from the trap so here ya go and enjoy the food :’))

masterlist

word count: 546

Venti will be really cautious in approaching you, almost like handling you like a fragile doll before he drinks your blood.

He’s really hesitant about it, always asking you if it’s alright with you and if you’re ready for an umpteenth time. You’re tired of repeatedly saying yes but you understand he’s only worried for you and just wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. He can already smell how sweet you are when you lean against him and he wants to be stable and in a controlled state if he wants to drink your blood.

 He doesn’t want to get out of control and that's the last thing he wants to do to his dearest mistress. Taking a deep breath and swallowing down his nervousness, he softly runs his hair through your hair before angling your head to the side.

Archons, the scent is really strong and he can feel himself drooling at the dessert awaiting in front of him. Slowly bringing his mouth to your pristine skin, his fang grazes against your skin and you tightly closed your eyes and grasped on his shirt at the searing pain flowing throughout your body.

You keep yourself still and strong, if you falter even the slightest, Venti will stop this immediately and it’s not enough for him to satisfy his own needs. He slowly savors the taste of your blood. Licking your neck as he gradually gets addicted to your taste the more he drinks.

Remember when I said Venti doesn’t want himself to get out of control? Well, that backfired because you find yourself pressed on his body. His arms are tightly secured around you, pulling you close against his chest, and he continues lapping up your juices, not even moving away from your neck to stop to take a breather.

He dug his teeth deeper into your skin and you quietly yelped at the sharp sensation. It’s painful, sickening, and numbing. You wanted to scream so badly but you bit your lower lip tightly to hold back your whimpers and cries.

You did say to yourself you’ll give him everything until he’s satisfied. It’s fair to return his kindness with a gift, right? Hot tears sting your eyes and you bury your face in his clothes, soaking them with your tears until one spot turns damp. Venti intertwined your fingers together and pushed you back until your back was resting on the soft mattress.

He pulled away from you and licked his lips, relishing in your sweet taste and how delicious you are. He even desires he wants more of you. Venti never thought he’d be blessed by the Celestia that he got to drink his beloved mistress’s own blood. Looking up at him, his eyes were sharp and brilliant dark. Green orbs gleaming under the moon’s luminosity as he looks down at you with small blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

His fingers delicately touched your neck and traced the two small holes he created. He lowered himself to reach your neck, the tips of his hair brushing your cheek in a ticklish manner as he licked the blood oozing out from it that had you shuddering at the feeling of his cold tongue stroking on your skin.\

[eldritchtickles]

A Lesson in Love and Dunamancy

And here's one of those once in a moon fics I write! Inspired by an ask from a long long while ago that I cannot find anymore lmao. But enjoy some wizard tickles! And of course a big thank you to the Critickle Role discord for not only lotsa ideas, but also keeping me writing this with your own amazing work lmao. Enjoy!

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Essek Thelyss, Jester Lavorre, Caleb Widogast

Word Count: 2665

“And as you can see here..”

The dark skinned hand moved lightly across the thick paper, gentle fingers tracing the runic symbols etched into its form. Essek’s eyes were focused as he read through the ancient script, while Caleb’s followed the drow’s finger with intent. Both wizards were sat closer to each other than either seemed to realise, leaning deeply into one another. The room was cosy, hazy with incense with small candles floating lazily through the air. Calm, oriented, as a wizard’s study should be. “These dunamantic symbols are the basis for most spells”, the Shadowhand continued. “Any current spell relies on these calculations, and predictably any new ones would include them too.”

“Ah, ja, I see it now…”, Caleb muttered, leaning closer as a slight smirk played at the edges of his lips. “I also see you already suspect I intend to play with dunamancy’s limits myself, hm?”

Ah, he was caught. A soft smile came to Essek’s face as he nodded. He knew Caleb Widogast would not be one to leave such magic alone if he could create with it. The transmutation master kept true to his discipline, creating something of nothing at a moment’s notice. Including making a need for Essek to put him back in place.

His face leaned down closer to his human companion’s, a twinkle of slight playfulness in his eyes at Caleb’s snark.

“Yes, Herr Widogast, I imagine you’ll be creating many a spell based on the Krynn magic, hm?”

As Caleb went to retort just as smartly, the gentle cosy candlelit haze of the room was bathed in the harsher light of the hallway outside.

“Oh ­Caleeeeeeeb~!”

Both wizards were suddenly acutely aware of their close proximity to one another as Jester Lavorre loudly interrupted their study session. In a second Caleb found himself alone on the floor as Essek’s floating spell took effect and jettisoned him into a more regal standing position, even if his face was flushed an embarrassed lilac colour.

“OH!’, Jester exclaimed, a not so sorry grin on her face as she surveyed the suddenly awkward tension she had created. “I didn’t meanto interrupt you two cuddling-“

“Jester!!”, Caleb yelped, embarrassment lending his voice a strangled tone as he stumbled to his feet and brushed himself off and cast a glance to Essek. “You… You did not disturb anything. Was there something you needed from us this urgent?”

Jester was already in the room as the wizard spoke to her. She inspected the floating candles overhead, courtesy of the magic inside Caleb’s Tower, giving each a slight poke to watch it bob away free of gravity. She cast a teasing grin at the two flushed wizards, before diverting her attention to the dunamantic scroll on the floor as she spoke.

“Weeeeelllllll”, she began, nose scrunching up as she tried to understand the arcane glyphs. “Beau asked me to get you! She needs help compiling notes, and said ‘his stupid keen mind would kind of be helpful’. So I came to fetch you for her!”

“Ah scheisse, you’re absolutely right”, Caleb said with a small groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Essek, would you remain here? I promised Beau earlier I’d help her with her endeavour, I’ll finish quickly and be right back to continue.”

“Ah, quite, yes…”, Essek mumbled, glad to feel the blush on his cheeks calm down. “Take all the time you need, alright? I’ll prepare the next part of the lesson in the interim.”

No more words passed between the two, just a polite smile and a nod before Caleb parted to help his comrade. Soon as the door closed, Essek let out a slow breath. What had he been thinking? This was a professional relationship, student and mentor, and yet he had been practically sitting in Caleb’s lap as he had taught. Where was his usual maturity? Had he gone mad? Really, he had to get his act together before someone thought-

“Essek likes Caleb~!”

The Shadowhand froze up. The heat of his lilac blush returned, reaching his ears this time. Just over his shoulder was the grinning face of Jester, he knew it. He could practically fucking feel her waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him. Damn tieflings.

He rounded quickly on the woman, face not seeming able to decide between incredulous, embarrassed, or angry. Probably a mix of all three.

“Jester I- You can’t think that- That’s just not-“

A breath. Nerves calmed.

“…….. Ms. Lavorre, you cannot make such claims about two acolytes. It is in very bad taste, our relationship is strictly-“

“Oh come ooooon, Essek! Admit it, you like the stinky wizard!”, the tiefling said in a lilting voice, walking around to his front so she could stand on her tip toes till her nose met his, which made him make a funny face as he floated back a step. “I mean, no one will blame you. Caleb is charming, and sweet, and kind of dirty but that can be fixed, and he’s so clever, Essek! And he’s-“

“Jester, I do not-“

His voice caught in his throat, before a pout was brought to his face as the drow turned from the intruder on his lesson. He started to spread out another spell scroll, putting all his effort into making sure he was solely concentrating on this.

“I would prefer not to speak on this topic if you don’t mind Jester.”

If it were anyone else, they might have taken the hint. Essek’s exterior had turned icy and aloof, as it had been when they first met, and was usually enough to deter more questioning. But while her insight may not be as good as Caducueus, Jester had enough of it to see through the drow’s shit.

“You are such a liar!!”, she whined, accentuating her point with a poke to the back of his ribs.

It took Essek a few seconds to realise through his brooding that he had squeaked.

It took a few more to have him pinned on his back underneath the grinning tiefling.

“Jester, this is most- A-Ah, Jester!!”, the Shadowhand blustered, squirming slightly as a clawed hand gripped his ribs. He was not used to… Physical touch. Much less being pinned with his arms above his head, straddled by a strong blue trickster. His blush was back in full swing.

“Well, are you going to tell me Essek~?”, Jester asked, that familiar lilt in her voice that meant a plan was in motion. “Or, we could juuuuuuuuuust…”

She accentuated her point with a gentle waterfall of tickles cascading down the stretched out ribs beneath her. Those pointed nails cut through Essek’s shirt worse than any blade, a choking giggle trapped in his throat now he expected it this time. That didn’t mean it didn’t- No, if he admitted the word to himself he’d be doomed.

“M-Ms. Lavorre, I would kindly ask you-“

Shit, he almost laughed as she brushed the area right under his arm. Deep breaths.

“I would ask you let me gohoho!! Dohohon’t!!”

That was most definitely a whine.

“Wow Essek, I knew you were squishy but even Caleb can hold out longer”, the girl teased with a giggle, concentrating her free hand on the wizards lower tummy. It was the spot that had earned the giggle, and with a slight ruffle of his shirt that dark drow skin was exposed to the air and a tiefling’s evil fingers, fluttering along his waistline. “Aren’t you the most ticklish Shadowhand in the Dynasty~! Tiiiiiickle tickle, Essek!”

“I am… T-Thehehehe only Shadowhand and you knohohow this full wehehehell Jester- DOHOHOHON’T SAY THAHAHAHAT!!”

She snickered at the little squeak as he said her name, and the subsequent shout at such a little tease. The poor man’s face was flushed so much you’d think him drunk, the only thing worse would be- oh, she couldn’t-no, definitely could. Artagan would be sorely disappointed if she didn’t.

“Ok Essek, time to get real!”, Jester said with a serious face, nodding to the giggly elf beneath her as if in agreement on what she was about to do. “When you want to tell me how much you looooooooove Caleb, you let me know, ok Essek?”

“W-What? Jester, wait, what?”, Essek asked as he regained his breath, diaphragm working overtime to get back oxygen lost to giggles. His mind was already slightly addled, not even realising his arms had been let go. He quickly did take that into account, if only because they had shot down to grab Jester by the horns and try push her away as a scream ripped through his body.

“JEHEHEHEHESTER!! THAT IHIHIHIS- EEEEEEHEHEHEEE!! TERRIBLE STOP IT STOP IHIHIHIT!!”

Ignoring his pleas, Jester just giggled and shook her head in amusement before returning to nibbling gently at the soft stomach beneath her. The tiefling’s hands held Essek’s hips down as her thumbs gently massaged a ticklish touch into the dips in them. His back arched as the sharp little teeth scraped along his skin, and as Jester cast a look up at his face her eyes lit up like a Winter’s Crest tree.

“You’re crying?!”, Jester giggled, an incredulous look on her face. Essek’s head was tilted back in ticklish ecstasy, eyes screwed shut as streams of tears stained his bright lilac cheeks. Frankly, it was the most adorable sight Jester had ever seen! And she knew she was close to getting an answer from the deathly ticklish drow.

“P-Plehehehease, Jester, just not my stohohomach...”, Essek pleaded weakly, hand still tangled in the tickle monster’s hair and horns. “I’ll do anythihihing, just not there..”

“Anything, hm?”, Jester pondered, raising herself from his stomach to give him a break and smoothing his shirt back down. Even thatearned a squeak, she noted. “Liiiiiiiiike….. Admitting you have a teeny, tiny, itsy-bitsy crush on Caleb….?”

There was a solid five seconds of silence as Essek debated with mattered more; his sanity, or his pride.

Jester got her answer as his face turned back to a pout, turning away from her.

She shrugged. Time to try somewhere else.

“Hm, alrighty then Essek!”

In a second, after a slight tousle, Essek’s light form had been flipped so he now lay on his stomach with Jester laying on top of him, facing toward his-

“Jester, don’t you fucking-“

His face burned as she ignored his words, feeling his ankles gripped in a hold by Jester’s deceivingly strong arms. He had of course taken off his shoes on entry of the tower, as any good guest would. Now he was wishing he’d be a bit ruder in the Nein’s abode.

“Oh, I’m just making sure your feet aren’t dusty when your crush comes back! See? I’m helping~!”

Essek thought no such thing as he felt those fluttering fingers returning to his poor oversensitive skin. He felt the tears well up already, which was fucking embarrassing might he add. Speaking of embarrassing…

“A cootchie coo, little Shadowhand~! Don’t be embarrassed, maybe Caleb will find it cute when he finds out how unbearably ticklish you are! He’ll be all like ‘ja, zat is inchresting Essek, you look so cute ven you are laffing unt squirming, tickle tickle my dear’. Just like that! Wow, you reeeeeaaaally hate teases huh, Essek? Let’s test!”

“Lehehehet us nohohot, Jester-“

“I’m going to get youuuuu~! I’m going to tickle these poor, helpless feet!! Aw you’re going to giggle soooo much when I just….”

“Jester, no, Jehehehester- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP THIS INSTAHAHAHANT- EEEEEEEHEHE!!”

As her claws scratched from his heel, across his sole, before nestling under his toes to make a wiggling, tickling home for themselves, Essek lost all resolve. He barely kicked anymore, body limp as silent laughter overtook him. Instead he lay shaking from the intensity of it, face sore from smiling so much more than normal, tears rolling hot down his face and falling dangerously close to meticulously written scrolls. All till…..

“I- Pffft nahahahaaaaa!! I LIHIHIHIHIKE HIM JESTER!!”

No sooner had the words left the wizard’s mouth did the devilish fingers below leave him. Essek sucked in deep breaths, grateful for fresh air in his tired lung. Finally, a break… Even if…

His eyes snapped open as his blush deepened. Had he really-

He looked back quickly at Jester, grinning broadly with twinkling eyes.

“Jester-“

“I have to, Essek-“

“You will not, Jester-“

“OH, CALEEEEEEEB-“

No sooner had Jester yelled for the wizard of the hour had she found herself under Essek instead, helped by some sort of gravity spell. His hand was clamped over her mouth to shut her up, a panicked expression on his face.

“Jester, you cannot mention this to anybody, do you understand- DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!”

The look of delight as Jester giggled through the barrier of his hand gave him an answer. Despite his panic, Essek couldn’t help but break a smile. Jester Lavorre was genuinely the silliest girl he’d ever met. But still, he had to keep her quiet… And there was one way to keep her that way.

“Let me explain this in a way you can understand Ms. Lavorre…”

Jester was about to say something rude back, but instead a muffled squeal was all that escaped. Essek had a look of absolute seriousness on his face, not unlike the first time they’d met him, that made the cleric’s eyes widen. Then they snapped closed as his hand goosed her lower rib, extracting another squeal.

“You are not to mention this exchange to anyone, understood?”

His hand moved lower, fingers digging deep into the pocket of her hip. Jester cackled and snorted behind the man’s hand, unable to fight against the dunamantic magic that held her in place. It seemed wizard’s made amazing ticklers, with their dexterous, precise fingers.

“Nod your head if you understand, Jester…”

Essek was enjoying this. He had a grin on his face, one less evil and more proud. Jester was about to nod when the hand at her mouth joined its brethren, both choosing to squeeze at the point where hips met thighs. The laughter that spilled from Jester’s mouth was hysterical, giving her the boost needed to break the spell’s hold on her as her hands weakly tried to pry Essek’s off of her, legs pedalling in the air with how much the Shadowhand’s fingers tickled.

“Ah… Essek? Jester?”

Both parties stopped dead. Neither had even heard the door open, but as they looked they found Caleb standing in the entryway. His face was noticeably flushed at the sight he had encountered, not able to look directly at them. Though Jester and Essek didn’t look at each other, both knew what the other was thinking; adorable.

“I-I apologise, Beauregard had asked the Tower be soundproofed tonight so I did not hear from outside… Should I….?”

“No!! Gods, Light no!!”, Essek yelped, scrambling to his feet and casting a half-hearted glare to Jester, who stuck her tongue out back. “Jester was just leaving, aren’t I right Ms. Lavorre?”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Thelyss~!”, the woman giggled, speeding from the room with a wink to the wizards.

“……… So that was-“

“Advanced interrogation techniques, we shall call them.”, Essek said quickly, trying to keep away the blush once more. Caleb couldn’t help a small smile crossing his face at that, taking a seat beside the spell scroll once more.

“Ah, a different sort of lesson for our cleric, I suppose…”, he said with a small chuckle, patting the spot beside him. “Let us stick to dunamancy for tonight, hm?”

Essek took a few seconds to smooth out his robes and compose himself. Seeing Caleb act so… Normally about all this. It was oddly comforting, to know he didn’t mind. Even stranger, Essek thought as he took his seat, was one observation.

That wasn’t so bad.

“Perhaps a lesson for another day, Mr. Widogast?”

He caught the way Caleb flushed and concentrated on the scroll, along with the small embarrassed smile that returned.

“Heh. Another day, yes.”

[kurokoros]

silver tongue | kuroo (kinktober day 5)

Rated: M

Words: 4.9K

Pairing: villain!kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: A late night at the agency takes a turns when you run into Panther, an S rated villain.

AN: I started working on a bnha x hq crossover a while ago, and decided to base character quirks on the kanji in their names, and, well... Kuroo means “black tail” sooooo I wrote tentacle porn. You’re welcome. 

Note: Jishin is, if google translated it correctly, Japanese for “earthquake”, which has to do with Daichi’s quirk in this au.

Kinktober 2020 Day Four: Public Sex + Day Nine: Tentacles

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving, implied at the end), public sex, manhandling, restraints, quirk play, tentacles, double penetration, teasing, overstimulation, choking, biting, dirty talk (degradation and praise)

X

Leaving Daichi’s new sidekicks squabbling in the corner of the office, you slip out the side door of the Agency, stepping into the quiet alley with a sigh. Your heels click against the ground, and you shiver as the cold night air curls around you. The light breeze tickles your bare legs and arms, your work clothes providing little coverage from the chill, unlike the warmth of the building behind you.

Closing your eyes, you lean back against the brick wall behind you, two fingers rubbing at your temple to chase away an impending headache.

As much as you’ve grown to like the pair of energetic rookies in the short time they’ve been working at the agency, you could do without their constant bickering. Especially this late at night. It was just your luck, really, drawing the short straw tonight. As Daichi’s personal assistants, it was up to either you or Kiyoko to supervise Kageyama and Hinata—fresh out of school and eager to work in the field—as they did their required paperwork. Without someone breathing down their necks, neither boy would get any of it done, and Kiyoko finally cashed in on a favor you owed her to get out of babysitting late into the night.

Not that you can blame her for that. With the amount of petty fights you’ve already had to break up tonight, you would have jumped at the opportunity to leave, too.

A muffled shout comes from the building behind you, but you ignore it. Opting to leave the arguing pair to their own devices for a few minutes. It may not be the best idea, but given the alternative, you’d rather deal with the repercussions later.

Besides, what Daichi doesn’t know won’t kill him.

You drop your hand back to your side, making yourself comfortable against the side of the building despite the rough texture of the bricks and the chilly temperature. Opening your eyes, you turn your gaze to the mouth of the alley, tucked between the agency and a café that closed hours ago. Despite the late hour, the streets are still bathed in light from the moon and the street lights.

A shadow moves in the corner of your eye. Soundless as it slinks across the ground. Graceful. It’s gone as soon as you glance to the right, and you frown, but decide not to dwell on it as you return your gaze to one of the old buildings across the street. A trick of the light, that’s all it was. Or one of the skittish stray cats you’ve caught Asahi feeding on more than one occasion. It’s late, but not late enough for anyone to be causing trouble, especially this close to such a reputable agency.

But the shadow moves again, just barely visible in the hazy space where the light from the streetlamp melds back into the darkness. It squirms again, a dark shape against the ground. This time, you’re faster, following the movement with your eyes just in time to catch something black disappearing back into an unlit part of the alley. It flickers at the edge of your vision almost tauntingly, coaxing you to follow, and your brows furrow in confusion.

Peering into the darkness where it vanished, your breath hitches when you make out the silhouette of a tall, suit-clad figure leaning against the alley wall across from you. You tense, eyes widening just the slightest as raw, icy fear grips your chest.

A pair of vibrant eyes meet yours through the shadows, and a lazy grin spreads across a handsome face. “Don’t you know it’s not smart to be at the office alone this late at night, kitten?” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, almost deceptively sweet. He shifts against the wall he’s leaning on, eyes narrowing playfully. “There might be villains around.”

The irony isn’t lost on you.

Across from you, Kuroo’s lips twitch as you stay silent. Irritated, perhaps. Or maybe this is all part of some game to him. He stares at you through the lock of messy hair falling in his face, relaxed despite how close he is to such a well-known Hero Agency. Especially one that’s been tracking him for so long.

His hands casually slip into the pockets of his slacks. “What’s wrong?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. Amusement dances in the depths of his gaze. “Cat got your tongue?”

An indignant scoff leaves the back of your throat. Cat? More like a— “Panther,” you say, purposely using his alias. It’s not a greeting—not quite, anyway. And it sounds strange on your tongue.

Kuroo’s eyes narrow into a glare. He’s always hated how his villain name sounds coming out of your mouth. Almost mockingly. Taunting him. Pressing his buttons in just the right way. You’ve never been truly afraid of him. Despite his reputation. Despite the fact that you’re quirkless. And that’s what makes this so much fun.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, before he can respond with one of the sly remarks nettled on his silver tongue. The question is breathier than you mean for it to be, a result of the intoxicating concoction of emotions swirling inside you. Shock. Confusion. Lingering fear from the split second you didn’t recognize him. And beneath that, something else.

You wet your lips, glancing at the door to your right. You can still hear Kageyama and Hinata inside. Their arguing is louder than before, but still muffled through the wall. They probably haven’t even noticed you slipped outside yet. And you doubt they will. At least, not for a while.

Kuroo follows your gaze, but otherwise doesn’t move. For a moment, he listens as well, finally hearing the tell-tale sounds of arguing from inside. Something in his expression shifts, his grin devilish. You squeeze your thighs together. “I was in the neighborhood,” he tells you nonchalantly, as if he isn’t a wanted criminal lurking outside of a building owned by one of the men intent on arresting him. Those clever eyes shift back to you. “Thought I might check on my favorite assistant.”

His tone is teasing, but you recognize the hint of genuine concern that flickers in the depths of his hazel eyes, and it makes you soften for a split second. You hate when he does that. He’s not supposed to care about you, and you’re sure as hell not supposed to care about him. But then, you aren’t supposed to be fooling around with him either.

This time, you snort, eyes rolling. “Well, as you can see, I’m fine.” Pausing, you glance at the building behind you again, wondering if you should say anything else. Kuroo must know by now that you aren’t alone. It would be impossible not to hear the amount of shouting going on inside the agency. “Kageyama and Hinata are here. We have them doing paperwork tonight. I’m babysitting.”

Kuroo’s brow furrows as he tries to connect the names to the faces he’s seen. Once he does, he narrows his eyes. “Jishin left his pretty little assistant alone with just some rookies?” he asks, using your boss’s alias mockingly. “What are a couple of kids going to do if some big, bad villain shows up and attacks the place?” Because that’s what he is, right? A big, bad villain.

What does that make you?

You choose not to take the bait. “What are you really doing here, Kuroo?” you ask him, lowering your voice even though there’s no one around to hear you. “Shouldn’t you be lying low? It’s only been a few days since you and Daichi—”

One long, black tendril shoots from his lower back. It lashes out. You cut off with a yelp as it races towards you, wrapping around both of your wrists and pinning them above your head before you can react. Gasping, you tug at the squirming limb, but it only coils around you tighter, squeezing. Like a warning. It’s cool to the touch, smooth against you, and the strange sensation makes you shudder. The tip wriggles against the inside of your arm, almost ticklish.

“I don’t want to hear his fucking name out of your mouth,” he snaps, Daichi’s name setting him off. Just like you knew it would. His eyes narrow again, his jaw clenching. The slim tentacle around your wrists tightens, and you bite your tongue to hold back an embarrassing whimper. Pulse pounding, your heart stutters in your chest when he sends you a look that makes you tremble.

Kuroo slips his hands out of his pockets as he takes a step towards you. Gravel crackles beneath his feet, loud in the otherwise quiet alleyway. Gold eyes glint beneath the dim light of the streetlamps. Predatory. Hungry. His lips curl into a smirk as he stops just in front of you, his chest nearly brushing against yours.

Your breath catches at his proximity, and his grin widens. You swallow down another soft, pitiful sound that bubbles up in your throat, but he’s close enough to notice the way your pupils dilate.

“I think you know exactly why I’m here,” he says, voice a low hiss in your ear. “So, don’t play dumb. You know better than that.”

The shadows around him squirm, something moving behind him, so dark it blends in perfectly with the murky walls of the alley. Another tendril curls out from behind his back, flickering back and forth like the tail of an irritated cat. You shiver again as it reaches for you, lashing out just like the last one. The tip of the tentacle ghosts across your cheek, caressing you. It’s a startling contrast from the rough way your hands are stretched above your head, an ache already forming in your shoulders.

The loving stroke against your cheek isn’t matched by the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Didn’t you miss me, kitten?” Though still teasing, there’s a note of blatant affection to the endearment this time. Even his eyes soften just a little, betraying his fondness for you, though it’s hidden away again just as quickly.

“No,” you huff, struggling against the binding around your wrists. It doesn’t budge, only wriggles against you tauntingly. It’s a blatant lie, and Kuroo sees right through it.

His grin twists into an exaggerated pout, but the mocking look in his eyes never dims. “Ouch.” Kuroo presses a hand to his chest, like you’ve wounded him. “You’re going to break my heart.”

You lean into the cool touch of his quirk against the side of your face. “Like you have one.”

While you mean for it to be biting, scathing, the quip comes out breathy, and it only makes him laugh. It’s dry, humorless. “Maybe I don’t,” he agrees. You can’t make out the look in his eyes. “But that’s never stopped you from letting me fuck you before.”

“Fuck you,” you say, embarrassed by the way you arch into his touch instinctively.

He clicks his tongue. “You’re being such a brat tonight. I thought you might’ve learned to behave after last time.”

The tentacle touching your cheek shifts, brushing the corner of your lips before sliding lower. You inhale sharply as it glides down the front of your throat, wriggling. The phantom sensation of those tentacles wrapping around your throat and squeezing has your thighs rubbing together. Heat pools in your lower belly, and your legs start to tremble.

You’re not subtle enough to escape his watchful eye, but Kuroo doesn’t lean in. He doesn’t reach for you—doesn’t pry your legs apart the way you want him to—he just watches you with those catlike eyes, drinking in the way you squirm under the familiar touch of his quirk. The tip of the tentacle flicks against your collarbone almost playfully.

It’s his name that falls from your pretty mouth this time—his real name, and pride swells in his chest at the needy tone of your voice. “Tetsurou,” you gasp, and his given name sounds so, so sweet coming from your mouth. Much better than his other name. “We can’t. They’re still inside. If we get caught, you’ll—” You cut off with a yelp as the tentacle slithers beneath the neckline of your shirt and yanks.

The blouse you’re wearing rips down the middle. Buttons snap from your now ruined shirt, scattering across the ground near your feet. Kuroo reaches for your waist as his tentacle traces the soft cup of your bra, starting from the outer edge and following the curve of your breast to the thin band beneath.

Kuroo quiets your half-hearted concerns. His stare follows the path of the extra limb, and you think he’s about to rip your bra as well. Anticipation makes you tremble, your heart beating faster.

The tentacle disappears from your chest, slinking back to Kuroo’s side like a loyal pet. It squirms, wriggling provocatively as it twists and curls through the air, level with his hips. The hands that slide against your waist are a welcome distraction, and the tentacle coiled around your wrists squeezes, as if reminding you that you’re still stuck, pinned against the wall and helpless against his quirk.

“If you really want to stop, just say the word.” He nuzzles against your cheek, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he speaks. You arch into him, hips rocking against the thigh that slips between both of yours. He pulls his leg away. “Out loud, kitten. I want to hear you say it.”

You gasp a needy, “Don’t.” Kuroo grins as you whimper and lean into his warm hands when they rub against your sides. “Don’t stop. Please, Tetsu, I—” Two of his fingers slip beneath your bra to pinch your nipple, and you cut off with a squeal.

“Behave and maybe I’ll let you cum.” The words are murmured against your lips. Your back arches off the wall as his lips press against yours. The kiss is harsh, all tongue and teeth, and you moan against his mouth. You struggle against the tentacle around your wrists, but it doesn’t budge. Kuroo’s teeth dig into your bottom lip until it hurts, his tongue soothing the bite when you whimper and rock your hips against his.

It’s been so long since he was able to touch you like this—weeks since he had to go into hiding—and he’s not leaving until he’s had his fun with you. Your fingers twitch, desperate to reach for him, to pull him closer, and your struggling only makes his amusement grow.

A cold touch to your leg makes you flinch, and Kuroo swallows your surprised moan as the tentacle that was idle at his side curls around your thigh. It coils around you like a snake, wrapping around you before tugging, forcing your legs apart. You rock your hips towards his, but Kuroo leans just out of your reach, and the tentacle forcibly pulls your hips back against the wall.

“Tetsu,” you say again, mewling his name this time, the sound muffled against his mouth.

His lips move to your cheek, wandering across your soft skin until he finds that special, sensitive spot just beneath the curve of your jaw. Teeth graze the delicate skin of your throat, right over your racing pulse. Eyes fluttering shut, you tilt your head back against the alley wall, letting him angle your head how he wants it.

An approving hum vibrates against you before Kuroo bites down, teeth digging in hard enough to make you wince. He soothes away the pain with a soft kiss, only to bite you again as soon as you relax, a little lower than the last. Sharp canines prick at your skin; your pulse jumps.

Your squirming and whimpering only makes him chuckle. The rough sound vibrates against the side of your throat, and he presses one last kiss to your delicate skin before pulling away.

The dark tendril wrapped around your leg sweeps back and forth lazily, the tip teasing your inner thigh with slow circles and nonsensical shapes, mimicking the movement of his fingers. It strokes you from your knee to where your skirt is bunched halfway up your thigh, flirting with the hem before dancing away.

He’s playing with you. Taunting you. Trying to get you to beg. Each fleeting touch causes the dull ache between your legs to intensify, and the way you’re pinned down and put on display for him only makes you wetter. And he knows it, too. The bastard.

Kuroo leans back suddenly, whistling as he takes in the sight of you. Chest heaving. Shirt ripped open. Bound by shadowy black tendrils that writhe against you. “Look at you,” he coos, lazy fingers wandering over your soft skin, drinking you in. Kuroo follows the line of your collarbone with the pad of his thumb.

His head cocks to the side. There’s an absolutely wicked look in his eyes when they meet yours. “What do you think that boss of yours would say if he could see you like this?” He hums, and his fingers move higher, ghosting against the front of your throat. It would be so easy for his hand to wrap around your neck and choke you, but he just strokes his thumb over the faint indents left by his teeth. He presses his thumb into your neck a little harder. Just enough to make you gasp. “Spreading your legs for a villain in some dirty, back alley. Moaning like a whore.” He chuckles when you whimper, leaning in so that his lips brush against yours when he says, “Such a naughty girl.”

The tentacle around your leg wriggles suddenly. The tip disappears under your skirt, trailing up the inside of your thigh. “But you’re going to be good for me, yeah?” he asks you, grinning at the way your head falls back against the wall, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss as the tentacle strokes you through your panties, tracing your dripping slit. It’s cold. Slick. Wrong. And you shudder as it flicks over your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

You try to swallow down the moan building in your throat, but it comes out as a high-pitched whine instead. “Tetsu,” you gasp, arching into him as the tentacle continues to play with you. His smirk widens as you try to roll your hips against the slick movement between your legs, only for his tentacles to hold you down harder.

Your fingers dig into your palms, nails biting at your skin as the stroking between your legs becomes more teasing, the tentacle lazily flicking against you. It isn’t enough to do more than tease you. Frustrated tears well in your eyes, but there’s nothing you can do but let him play his game.

He’s waiting, watching you. And you know exactly what he wants.

“Fuck, I bet you just love this, hmm?” His hand moves from your throat to your jaw. The tips of his fingers dig into your skin. “You’re so wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you.” His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. Mock sympathy drips from his tongue. “Oh, but I bet I know why.”

Heat pools in your lower belly as Kuroo’s head tilts to the side. A dark, twisting mass rises from behind him, and the large tentacle splits in two before your eyes, branching off as it reaches for you. One moves low, wrapping around your neglected leg. It doesn’t move to stroke you like the other, but the tip draws circles against your inner thigh. So, so gentle. The motion would be soothing, if you didn’t know exactly how dangerous they can be. Tearing through skin and bone when he wants them to.

“Could it be this?” he asks, watching as the other tendril snakes across your torso, barely brushing against you. It follows the curve of one of your breasts all the way to your neck, and the sound that falls out of your mouth when it wraps around your delicate throat is absolutely lewd. He chuckles. You recognize the look in his eyes, and it only makes you shudder harder.

The pathetic little mewling sound that falls from your mouth is all the answer he needs.

The tentacle around your neck teases one of the spots where he bit you, and the one between your legs strokes just a little bit harder. “Are you really that fucking depraved?” Kuroo asks you, sneering. “Fuck, kitten, you’re practically dripping,” the tentacle between your legs slips beneath your damp panties, “and all because you just can’t wait for me to fuck that cute cunt of yours with my quirk. Right here where anyone could walk by and see you.” You moan, because of his words or the tentacle that rubs against your clit, you aren’t sure. “I bet you’d just love that. Little slut.”

Like your shirt, your underwear is ripped down. The soaked, lacy fabric gets caught on the tentacles wrapped around your legs. Kuroo clicks his tongue, rucking up your skirt to get a better look at your slick thighs as the tentacle flicks over your clit once more. As his fingers graze your soft, inner thighs, the tendril drawing circles against you hooks around your panties and pulls. It tears, and you wince as the fabric snaps against your skin. Rough fingers slip between your legs, taking the ruined fabric from the tentacle and pocketing it. He makes sure to brush the lace against your clit as he pulls away.

Shakily, you take a deep breath, head tilting back just enough for you to meet his gaze. “You’re the one that wants to fuck me with them,” you remind him, fighting the urge to shiver as one of his tentacles strokes you directly, covering itself in your slick. “Who’s really the depraved one?”

The jab makes him grin. “So mouthy,” he murmurs again. The tentacle around your neck tightens, but doesn’t choke you. The pointed tip slides across your jaw and cheek, prodding at the corner of your mouth. It slides over your lips, but you refuse to part them. Kuroo sighs, disappointed. “I’ll have to fix that.”

Without warning, the tentacle stroking your slit shoves inside your pussy, spreading you open wide. Your lips part in a surprise squeal, but the other tentacle slips into your mouth, muffling the sound before it can tear from your throat. You moan around it, and Kuroo curses under his breath, feeling the vibrations through his quirk.

Another choked whine sounds through the empty alley, and he hushes you, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. Your hips lurch against the squirming sensation inside you, but the tentacles wrapped around your limbs hold you against the wall, forcing you to stay still as it wiggles.

“Careful, kitten,” Kuroo warns you, a smug look on his face. “You wouldn’t want Jishin’s little sidekicks to hear you moaning like a whore.” Those catlike eyes drift down your torso, locking on the thick tentacle stretching your dripping cunt. The tentacle in your mouth wiggles, pressing against your tongue and teeth. It pushes against the back of your throat, and you try not to gag. When you whimper again, Kuroo chuckles. “Or maybe you would.”

The palms of his hands land on your bare thighs, coaxing them further apart for a better view of the sloppy mess you’re making all over the tentacle between your legs. It’s a strange feeling. Smoother than his cock. Colder. It moves erratically, squirming inside you rather than thrusting. The tapered tip finds your sweet spot, rubbing and prodding until your hips jerk and you start to squirm again.

Around your left leg, the other tentacle holding you open starts to move, creeping across your inner thigh to join the other between your legs. Kuroo watches it slide over your skin, his pupils blown wide with arousal as he watches his black tails writhe around you, simultaneously pinning you in place and stroking you purposely. They know just where to touch to turn you into a whimpering mess, and you cry out around the tendril in your mouth when the tentacle stuffed inside your dripping pussy slides part way out before slamming back inside of you.

The other, thinner one flicks over your clit. Your moan is muffled by the tentacle shoved down your throat. All four wiggle in delight as you arch your back, trying to match the pace of the tentacle that begins to pound into you. It’s thick inside you, stretching you obscenely, and Kuroo chuckles under his breath as he watches your pretty cunt swallow the shadowy tendril.

He takes a step back and slips his hands back into his pockets, watching the tentacle fuck you with a wild look in his eyes, like a cat toying with a mouse that’s already been caught. As he cocks his head to the side, his stares intently as your cute pussy as it drips all over the wriggling appendage. Slick glistens against the black tendril with every harsh thrust, and Kuroo shivers at the phantom sensation of your cunt clenching around one of his black tails.

The one playing with your clit strokes over you slowly, swirling against your swollen nerves in the same slow, teasing way as Kuroo’s tongue.

“I guess you really are a depraved little slut,” he muses, leaning his weight onto one leg. “Letting a bunch of filthy tentacles ravish you in a dirty alleyway.” Gold eyes glint possessively as they lock with yours. “And look how well you take them.”

A muffled moan falls from your mouth, and the tentacle pressed against your tongue thrusts against the back of your throat languidly, wiggling in a way that borders on uncomfortable. The tentacle in your mouth slides out of you wetly, leaving a trail of saliva across your cheek as it retreats to your neck, coiling tighter around your throat as you gasp for breath.

The tentacle thrusts against you harder, and this time there’s nothing in your mouth to muffle you as you cry out. “Ah, Tetsu, please.” You practically sob his name, writhing almost as much as the tendrils fucking you. “Please, I can’t—” You cut off with a whine, your head tossed back against the wall as you squeeze your eyes shut. By now you’ve started trembling, pleasure feeding into the tight little ball of tension in your lower belly with every rough thrust and stroke from his quirk.

“That’s right, kitten,” Kuroo murmurs. The jingle of his belt coming undone makes you whimper, and you force your eyes open, watching as his hand slips beneath his slacks, palming his hard cock. “Beg me to let you cum. You sound so fucking pretty when you beg for me.”

Your mouth is moving immediately, whimpering garbled pleas and breathy versions of his name between the gasps and moans rolling off your tongue. You’re only half aware of what you’re saying, but delight flickers in his eyes with every word. He strokes himself slowly, watching as you start to come undone.

The appendage around your throat constricts, stealing your breath.

The tentacle inside you writhes as the one on your clit rubs against you at just the right angle, and your mouth drops open in a silent scream as the knot of tension inside you snaps. You choke out a rough, strangled version of his name, whimpering as you tremble, writhing against the limbs holding you in place. The tentacles fuck you through it, pace never slowing as they draw out the pleasure until there are tears welling in your eyes from the intensity.

Shaking as you start to come down from the high, you wince when the pounding doesn’t stop. “Tetsu. I can’t—” The tendril that flicks over your clit again makes you flinch, and the one still stuffed inside your pussy thrusts against you roughly, making your walls clench. A hissed exhale escapes from between your teeth, your eyes squeezing shut at the raw feeling of overstimulation. “Too much,” you gasp, starting to struggle against the near painful pleasure.

You shiver as he caresses your cheek, his hand warm against your clammy skin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos as you lean into his touch, thumb brushing against your bottom lip lovingly. “You didn’t think we’d be done that fast, did you? No, we’re just getting started.”

The tentacles curled around your limbs suddenly yank you towards Kuroo, pulling you away from the side of the building. They drag you down to your knees, and you wince as gravel digs into your skin. The tentacle around your wrists release you, but before you can grab Kuroo’s thighs to steady yourself, they’re wrenched behind you back, binding you again.

Kuroo nudges your thighs further apart with his foot. An approving sound rumbles in his chest as he watches the tentacle continue to fuck you despite your whimpering. He grabs your chin between his thumb and fingers, grip bruising as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. A devilish look flashes in his eyes, sharp and predatory as he looks at you, on your knees for him. He shoves the front of his pants down with his free hand, clever fingers sneaking inside to stroke himself.

There’s a reason they call him a panther. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

[midnightseonghwa]

𝐈𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐤.𝐡𝐣

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Werewolf!Hongjoong x Witch!Reader

✕ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Werewolf, witch au and fluff

✕ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.4k+

✕ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Slightly like very slightly suggestive, mention of mating marks, injury and the ‘99 line bothering Seonghwa

✕ 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Unedited

✕ 𝐀/𝐍: This was requested by anon! I’m so glad you requested for a sequel! While this can be read as a stand alone, it’d be nice if you read the prequel as well. Thank you requesting anon and let me know what you think~

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈: Hello Stranger 

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈: Shine Together 

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✕ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @teeztheflag​

Small kisses trailed up your palm, the kisser's lips rough and chapped due to the cold weather.

Stroking your thumb over Hongjoong's cheek you gave him a warm smile before laughing at the ticklish sensation.

"Stop, Hongjoong. It's ticklish," you whispered, the bright silver light of the moon coming through the windows of your shared bedroom.

"Can't help it," he said, voice breathy and barely audible as his eyes swirled a loving red.

You and Hongjoong had already been mated for a couple of years, running the pack together without any hitches but no matter how much time bled away into the Earth, the love he held in his eyes never seemed to fade away.

The same loving red, the burning passion that you felt through your bond as well. The belief that everything would be alright as long as you two stuck together had carved its way into your chest and nestled between the loving caresses of your mate's touches.

"You're so beautiful," Hongjoong whispered back and pressed his lips to each fingertip, the touch feather-light and delicate.

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his, drinking in every feature and line that had made its way onto your mate's face.

"I love you," you said, every pent up emotion being released into those few words that Hongjoong would never get tired of hearing.

"I love-"

"(Y/n)!" A distressed Yeosang burst into your arm, causing Hongjoong to growl slightly and cover your t-shirt clad figure with his body.

Yeosang's words died in his throat as he took in his pack leaders' states, a slight blush making its way onto his face as he raised his hands and backed out the door before you got out of bed, pulled a pair Hongjoong's shorts on and dismissed your growling alpha with a flick of your hand.

"What is it Yeosang?" You asked, growing slightly panicked at the thought of something happening to one of your packmates.

"Nothing, luna," he gave a nervous smile to Hongjoong who was still glaring daggers at the boy.

"Hongjoong, stop," you said, glancing back at your mate who just huffed and flopped back onto the bed.

"Is someone injured?" You asked, causing Hongjoong to sit up quickly, muscles taut as he got ready to go out and protect his pack, his mate.

"No..." Yeosang trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck before he produced a few burnt hairs that were lying in his palm.

"Seonghwa got hurt?" You shrieked, rushing back to pull Hongjoong out of bed.

"Ah, no, I may have burnt his hairs off myself?" Yeosang said, unsure of his actions as well.

"What do you mean?" You asked, hand slipping from Hongjoong's who just grabbed it again with a roll of his eyes.

"It means, my love that our healer Yeosang here, was trying one of your potions again and burnt Seonghwa's hair," Hongjoong said and pulled you back into bed, nosing your neck and kissing the red mating mark.

You shivered, pulling away from your mate and looking at Yeosang with wide eyes.

"Really? Again? I hope it's a joke this time," you said, but the shy smile on Yeosang's face and San suddenly coming through the door told you that it was not.

"Come on, boys. I have some of the cure left over from last time," you said, sighing and giving Hongjoong a kiss before turning to look at the boys.

"I'll be back, love," you whispered and interlaced your hands together before Hongjoong gave you a smile and kissed your locked hands.

"Come back soon," he said and you laughed.

"Always."

Hongjoong wasn't sure when exactly you came back to bed, having fallen asleep while waiting. But seeing you curled up against his chest in the morning was a sight he could watch on repeat for twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and still never get bored of it.

Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, he stretched his arms above his head before he heard you shift next to him.

"Joongie?" You called and patted the pillow next to you, a small frown taking over your lips when you weren't able to feel himself.

"I'm right here, love," he said and laid back down, turning to face you.

"When did you get back last night?" He asked, causing you to laugh, the sound being dry and almost hopeless.

"Not soon enough," you replied, sighing and then getting out of bed to stretch your limbs.

"The damage was worse than I thought so Seonghwa's going to be in wolf form for a couple of days," you said and Hongjoong winced, huffing at the endearing nuisance his younger packmates were.

"I'm guessing that's not the only thing?" He asked and you let out a weak snort, rolling your eyes.

"What do you take your boys for?" You asked and shook your head.

"Of course that wasn't the only thing. They burned through half my herbs and now I have to go herb picking earlier than I had scheduled," you said, rubbing your hands all over your face with a huff.

Hongjoong nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead before giving you some clothes to change into. He always loved it when you wore his clothes, the primal instinct in him coming to life when he knew that other lycans would be able to smell him on you.

"I'm pretty sure the boys are waiting for us," he said and sent you off to the bathroom with a little smack on your behind.

The house was eerily quiet as you and Hongjoong walked down the stairs. Something about the situation had Hongjoong's wolf itching at the surface and you could feel his unease through your bond.

Placing your into his, you muttered a small spell, one you had to keep memorised after being mated to Hongjoong for so long. The alpha who got protective and riled up at everything had to be kept calm and while a mate's presence often helped, you knowing a calming spell was just the cherry on top.

"Stop calm spelling me," Hongjoong muttered under his breath before pinching you on the arm slightly, causing you to yelp and pull away from him, only for him to pull you back and wrap his arms around you.

"What're you going to do if we're attacked and I'm all calm under your touch?" He asked, nosing at your throat, his fingers caressing your bare spine under his t-shirt. The feeling sent electrical impulses down your spine, making all snarky replied and bit backs die in the back of your throat.

Hongjoong knew exactly how to get you, where to touch to make sure you felt everything and he always took advantage of it, the sneaky lycan.

"I'm sure I'll be able to take the attackers you're talking about myself," you replied back, clearing your throat and pulling away from him to clear the cloudy haze that was beginning to seep in.

"I can't believe Seonghwa just saw all that," San said, his voice horrified as he took in his pack alpha and luna standing at the landing of the staircase feeling each other up.

"Uh, good morning," you said and cleared your throat, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat next to Yeosang who was petting Seonghwa's big brown wolf.

Pulling a few pieces of fruit and toast onto your plate, you thanked the Earth for its offering before smiling down at Seonghwa who was gazing at you intensely.

"How are you feeling today?" You asked, stroking the patch of fur around his air that was shorter and more coarse than the rest.

The wolf huffed and took the piece of toast off your plate before sitting down next to you.

"Rude wolf," you muttered under your breath and reached forward to take another piece of toast.

"Seonghwa's just annoyed because he saw everything you and Hongjoong did on the landing," San said and smirked at the pack alpha who just bared his teeth at his younger packmate.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Seonghwa," you cooed and bent down to pet the giant wolf as he nuzzled into your hand.

Although you, Seonghwa and Wooyoung had gotten off on the wrong foot, both of them were now the closest to you, save for Yeosang and San.

They often helped you collect ad sort herbs if Yeosang was ever busy.

"The weather's really nice today," Jongho said, earning curious glances from his fellow packmates.

"And?" Hongjoong asked, munching on a piece of toast.

"Why don't we go out into the forest? Seonghwa is already in his wolf form and it'll be nice to run free for a while," the younger suggested, earning a sideways glance from Seonghwa who had now sauntered up to San.

You nodded and stood up, gathering your basket and coming back to the table. Meanwhile, the boys helped Hongjoong clean the dishes before they stepped outside into the bright winter sun, weather windy but sky blue.

"What herbs do you need?" Hongjoong asked and you gave him a pointed look, glancing at the boys who had now taken on their wolf forms, their furs shining under the sun.

"Just the usual, sage, echinacea, milk thistle flowers and others," you said and Hongjoong tilted his head questioningly, not quite understanding any of the plants you were naming.  

"Just ask Yeosang, make it a punishment," Hongjong mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead before running up to the others in his white wolf form.

While you wanted to go across the pack lands, one huff from Hongjoong made you roll your eyes at his protectiveness, choosing to stay within the boundaries instead.

The wolves all bathed under the sun, ears lax on their heads as some snoozed while others just rolled around, tails wagging like happy puppies.

Bending down to dig some of the roots out, you heard a low growl come from behind you before you frantically stood up, rushing to where your mate and packmates were being petted by some very enthusiastic forest spirits, the lingering tinkle of laughter in the air.

"Yunho, the puppies are so cute," Mingi cooed, stroking Hongjoong on the hair, the wolf growling at the spirit.

"I agree! Who's a good boy, are you a good boy," Yunho asked, his voice rising in pitch as he scratched behind Seonghwa's ears, the wolf releasing purring sounds before they changed into scratchy growls.

"Hey, boys," you greeted, tucking the basket over your arm before making your way over to your mate, sitting down next to the enormous white alpha.

"Sorceress," Mingi yelled, stroking some strands of hair from your face before pulling out a small bouquet of chamomile flowers.

"We found them growing near your old house, figured you might need it," he said and dropped it in your basket before sticking his tongue out at Hongjoong.

The wolf huffed, shifting to rest his heavy head in your lap as you moved to thread your fingers through his fur.

"Thank you, boys," you said, smiling at the two forest spirits who were now bothering Jongho.

"Are there any more herbs you need?" Yunho asked, floating over to you, a  look of mirth in his eyes as Jongho tried to nip at Mingi's arm.

"Some lavender would be nice," you shrugged, missing the nice fragrance of the purple flowers.

"Ah, those are hard to come by," Yunho said, thinking hard about where lavender could be located in the forest.

"Maybe even some tree bark," you said and saw from the corner of your eyes as Yeosang and San perked up.

"Those are located near the lake," Yunho said and you nodded before pointing to Hongjoong's big white wolf who was snoozing on your lap, snores coming from his nose.

Before you could move his head, Yeosang and San jumped up with happy yips, sauntering towards the lake to pick the tree barks you had requested.

Prideful wolves...

You rolled your eyes, before lying down in the grass, Seonghwa coming up and lying next to your head, his large paws heavy as they rested on your arms.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, tone soft as you looked at a sleeping Hongjoong.

The brown wolf made some foreign noise before rolling over onto his back. You laughed and scratched his belly, his large furry tail wagging at the sensation.

The sky had taken up an orange hue by the time San and Yeosang and returned, various bunches of roots, leaves and barks handing from their mouths.

"There you guys are," you said, smiling at the other pack members who were now bidding you goodbye.

"Where have you been?" You asked, handing them each a shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Tree barks were harder to collect than we thought," San said, emerging from fully clothed and human.

"We picked up whatever we could find," Yeosang added, handing you muddy clumps of plants.

You gazed at the plants, separating them with your fingers when you felt hands wrap themselves around your waist.

"Hey, love," Hongjoong said, planting some kissed up your neck before setting his head above your shoulder.

"Hi," you greeted back, kissing the side of his head before looking at the two boys standing in front of you.

"Uh," you stuttered, looking at Yeosang with a pained look.

"Do you even read the guide of herbs I had given you?" You asked, petting your hands rest on top of Hongjoong's.

"Yes?" He said, making it sound more like a question.

"Then you will know that these are poisonous," you said, holding up some roots by their leaves.

Hongjoong snorted, hiding his face in your shoulder trying his best to control his laugh as Yeosang fidgeted under your gaze.

"How was I supposed to know?" He said and looked to Hongjoong who just laughed.

"You are supposed to know because you're the one who's learning the art of witch healing," San bit back before taking the roots from your hands and retreating into Hongjoong and your house.

"Ah, I'm sorry (Y/n)," Yeosang flushed, picking up the other plants and then rushing behind San.

You turned to Hongjoong with a smile on your face as the sky turned a dark pink, the orange bleeding into red which would ultimately turn black.

"Your packmates are crazy," you said, cupping your mate's cheeks.

"Our packmates, love," Hongjoong laughed, kissing your palms, as he pulled you close.

"Quite right," you said, connecting your arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss.

"I love you, my lovely mate," Hongjoong whispered, the shared promise of forever hanging from the hushed words.

"I love you too."

[kodzukenscorner]

Oikawa, Kenma, and Kuroo comforting their S/O

anon asked: Can I make an emergency request? Bc I'm recently learning that my parents are psychologically toxic and that they've lied to me several times :( so I'd like comfort hcs from oikawa, kenma and kuroo. Only if you don't mind. Thank you

a/n: anon i’m so sorry about your parents, you deserve better and you are loved, okay! feel free to come by again if you want to chat <33

wc: 1,122

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Oikawa

Usually Oikawa likes to tease and mess around a lot, it’s hard to get him in a serious mood

But the second he realizes that you’re not feeling well, he instantly switches

You are quite literally, the most important thing to him 

He makes time for you no matter what and when you’re having a rough day, he drops everything for you

Normally, he makes you work or beg for some kisses or cuddles but today he is your personal teddy bear

He will let you cling to him and just nuzzle into him as much as you want

And he is 100% peppering your entire face with soft kisses until you beg him to stop

If you really want to talk about it, he won’t force you but he will be all ears for you

He’ll hold you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and just ghost his fingers over your arms or legs while you rant to him

He also definitely butts in with his own commentary and the inner sass and sarcasm inside of him finally come out

Sometimes he’ll say really outlandish things and give you advice that is just so ridiculous you can’t help but laugh

And that’s what he really wants, just to see you smile

Of course he’ll keep listening to you diligently and try to offer up real advice

But any opportunity he gets to insert something funny, he’ll do it just to hear your laughter again

He’ll wait until you’re fully calmed down to go back to his slightly annoying self again

He won’t be as intense as he usually is but he will start to tickle you all over and give you kisses in all your ticklish/sensitive places

Once you’re feeling better, he’ll give you some space but will still find a way to keep his arm or a hand around you just in case

Again, his whole priority is to see you smile and be happy, and he’ll do whatever it takes

Kenma

Kenma is not the best at being comforting or very affectionate in general

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he just has a hard time properly expressing himself unless he’s completely comfortable

And with you he feels right at home, and can open up no problem

But when he sees you feeling down he starts to panic a little bit

He wants to give you the love and comfort you gave him so easily but he hesitates for a minute

He doesn’t want to overstep with you and accidentally make things worse so he starts off slow

Sitting down next to you, rubbing your back while you just start talking about what’s on your mind

He’s a really good listener and just let’s you get it all out, nodding his head every now and again

Once he builds up his confidence, he’ll be more bold with you

Slinging an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him and giving you a reassuring squeeze 

If you’re feeling especially down, he’ll even kiss your head and whisper some sweet nothings into your ear

He loves you to the moon and back and he wishes he could articulate it better to you but he makes do with just telling you that he loves you and you are perfect and deserve the world

Kenma’s not great at being vocal so just these simple words are enough to make your heart skip a beat

His best way to get you in a better mood is to just take your mind off of it

So once you’ve gotten everything off your chest and you’re just resting against him he’ll ask if you want to watch him play some games

He’ll situate you right between his legs, your back to his chest, as he brings his arms around you to hold the controller 

Both of you just focus on the screen and the way Kenma gets through the game with no problem at all 

The steady rise and fall of his chest and the way you feel so secure with his arms around you honestly has you drifting off a bit

If you fall asleep in his arms, Kenma will just give you a kiss on the head and lie both of you down to nap with you

He doesn’t let you out of his arms for the rest of the day

Kuroo

Kuroo is probably one of the sweetest people to turn to when you’re feeling down

He will be there to cater to your every need

If you just need someone to listen, he will, if you want advice, he’ll give it to you, and if you need someone to take your mind off of things, he’s right there for you

A lot like Oikawa, he’s usually very playful and likes to tease and mess around but not as intense

But the moment he realizes you’re not feeling well, he goes into his serious mode

From that point on, the only thing that matters to him is making you feel loved and comforted 

He won’t even ask what the matter is at first, he’ll just pull you into his arms and let you burrow your head into his chest 

He’ll stroke your head and give you soft kisses every chance he gets

He’ll pick you up and bring you straight to bed where he wraps a blanket around the both of you and holds you close against him

If you want to rant and talk to him he will listen to every word you say while he caresses your cheek and just stares lovingly into your eyes

Kuroo is the best at reassurance and he showers you with so much love and compliments it’s hard to still feel down when you’re resting in his arms 

If you get really worked up and start crying he’ll start kissing you very softly on the lips until you get so distracted that the tears stop 

He may seem really put together and calm but the truth is that his heart is breaking to see you so down and hurt 

But he will still be strong for you no matter what, until he sees you smile again he will not rest 

Once things calm down, he’ll just insist on staying in bed with you, under the blankets watching something funny and light with all your favorite snacks around you

If he has to get up to go the bathroom he will insist that you wear one of his sweaters so you still have a piece of him while he’s gone

Yeah he’s kind of over the top but it’s impossible to get mad at him when all he wants is to see you happy

[kirausamaria]

A fun payback (Stolitz Fanfic)

Ok, I’m sorry, I had to wrote this! It was some innuendos and curses but it’s not really NSFW. It’s hard to write when you got the horny bird in a fanfic. Anyways, please let me know how did I do, because it’s my first fanfic ever. I plan to draw some stuff for the post too as soon as my studies finish.

   This time Stolas had something different in mind for Blitzo.

   He wasn’t the type of person to get easily flustered as anyone may expect, but after that “Stolas goes brrrr…” and “poor wardrobe choice” incidents on Instagram, he felt like getting some retaliation for that. Not that it was angry or anything like that, in fact, this was a good chance for him to try something new with his little imp.

   “Sooo, you want to be on top this time I suppose”, Blitzo said while staring at Stolas finishing his job, that was tying him from his wrists and legs to the bed. He had done this several times before so Blitzo wasn’t alarmed or anything. The only thing that seemed unusual was the fact that he was tied down in bed still with his underwear on, normally Stolas would have him completely naked at the instant he got his hands on him.

   “Well, we’ll see about that my dear. It’ll all depend on how you’ll end up feeling at the end”, Stolas replied with an eager smile.

   “Ugh, whatever, let’s just get over with it and do it quickly”, Blitzo answered with an uninterested tone in his voice.

   “I’m afraid to tell you, my dear Blitzy, I plan to take my time on this occasion”.

   Blitzo just stared at him with a puzzled face. He would never admit it, but it was difficult to see Stolas directly on the face sometimes, his eyes weren’t just deeply red, but reflecting such a warm feeling... a charming feeling, maybe? Stolas's genuine smile when staring at him made him feel something inside, but he would never admit that those feelings were something similar to “love”.

   Stolas started caressing Blitzo’s skin as softly as he could, starting from his tied wrists to slowly going down to his chest. Blitzo started to squirm and tried to hold back some moans, it was starting to feel good, but he was too stubborn to let Stolas know that too easily. Stolas then started to caress his torso up and down, focusing on his sides this time, and the pleasant feelings started to change a little. Blitzo squirmed more than at the beginning.

   “Unhg, umph...mmm!”

   “What’s wrong my Blitzy? Doesn’t this feel good?” Stolas asked while grinning a little.

   “Could you just stop fu*king around and go to the next thing?”, Blitzo struggled to say.

   “Why should we stop this? Does it feel weird? Am I possibly making you feel... ticklish?”

   Then Blitzo suddenly realized what this mischievous bird planned to do to him. That a**hole! He planned to do that to me all along! He thought to himself. It’s now he wouldn’t enjoy being tickled as a show of affection with a partner, but with Stolas...we just didn’t like to show any kind of vulnerability in front of him. He wouldn’t admit he’s ticklish or that he likes to be tickled to Stolas, he would never let this go for sure if he did.

   “Come on my little imp, don’t be shy, just show me your real feelings to me and enjoy this experience. It will make you feel so much better”.

   “Ah, shut the f*ck up you freaking bird!” Blitzo yelled. He was trying so hard not to build a smile in his face, the tickling feelings were starting to build up. 

   Stolas chuckled. “You’re such a stubborn creature. I can’t deny it, that is one of the qualities that attracted me about you in the first place, but some honesty wouldn’t hurt, don’t you think?”.

   Blitzo couldn’t run away from Stolas, he knew it, but at the same time he didn’t just lose against him, not giving him the satisfaction of doing what he wanted. But when Stolas started to use his claws against his skin, he just broke.

   “Pfff! Hehehe! Nohohohoho!” Blitzo 

   “See? I know you’d go around!”, Stolas said when scratching Blitzo’s upper arms. “Doesn't it feel much better to just laugh and enjoy it?”

    “F-f you Stolas!” Blitzo whined. He was unable to stop himself from laughing anymore, and Stolas had started to use rougher tickles against him.

   He then felt Stolas’ claws skittering every area of his torso, and also his stomach. Blitzo became really jumpy in that place, and Stolas noticed.

   “Oh, that’s why you squirm everytime I kiss you on your stomach”, Stolas said while holding his laugh. “So what about this?”

    Blitzo almost squealed when Stolas started kissing and scratching his belly at the same time.

   “Nohohohohoho, don’t do that!”

  “Why not? It doesn’t feel good? But I’m having so much fun right now”, Stolas replied. Looking at him Blitzo could tell he was saying the truth, but it tickled so bad he didn’t know if he could keep going with this game, not that he hated seeing Stolas enjoying things, though. Also, the way Stolas kissed him wasn’t bad, he actually was a good kisser, but on his stomach his kisses were unbearable.

    Stolas then started scratching Blitzo’s underarms and that was also a pretty bad spot. Blitzo couldn’t stop his cackling laugh to come out. 

    “Ahahahahaha! Don’t! Not there please!”

   “Oh, starting begging so soon?”

   “I’m not begging you pompous piece of sh*t!”

   “Oh, alright, I understand, it was just a reflex, wasn’t it? You’re actually having fun, don’t you?” Stolas cooed.

   “I’m nohohohohot!” He screamed, not admitting this was kind of fun. 

   “Blitzi, you are so cute, you know that?”, Stolas said with the most sincere voice he could make. He softly leaned down to Blitzo’s neck, which he knew was really sensitive, and started kissing and nibbling it while still tickling his underarms.

   “No my neeehheehck! At least forgive my neeehehehck! I cahahahan’t….!”

   “Blitzo actually loved to be softly kissed in his neck, his feathers also would tickle him and make him melt when Stolas did it, but he would always put a facade of seriousness so he wouldn’t realize that, but Stolas was very clever, he knew Blitzo’s true feelings when having intimacy every full moon with him.

   Stolas stopped in order to let Blitzo breathe. Blitzo was still laughing a little while catching up some air. When he was able to talk again, he said:

   “Why are you always like this Stolas, doing whatever you want…”

   “Uhm? Aren’t our encounters also enjoyable to you?” Stolas asked tilting his head to one side in a question gesture. “Well, to be completely honest with you I’ve always wondered how do you look when you smile, not your everyday smug smile, just a pure, genuine smile...and also how does your laugh sound when you are amused. Every night we meet I have the hope you’ll show that cute smile to me, and when I think I finally got to make you smile, you just look away from me and hide your true feelings”.

   Blitzo was looking at him while listening to all that. Stola’s face showed a little sad smile and he felt his heart shrinking a little. Was he feeling moved? That’s impossible, he said to myself, but he felt Stolas didn’t mean any  harm when playing with him this way.

    But Blitzo is still Blitzo, so…

   “Well, it’s not like I can just laugh in front of you that easily, or look at you in the eyes all the time...just, I don’t hate you or anything, do you get it?”

   Stolas noticed Blitzo was looking a little flustered. 

   “So can we keep having fun for a little more then?”, Stolas asked, with the purest smile he could make. Blitzo was hesitating but…

   “Well, I, uhm…”. Blitzo was kind of trapped in this game already and he wasn’t against some more tickling for the sake of making Stolas happy and having some fun (this thought would never come out of his mouth though). He stared at him and said: “Well, maybe just this time is ok...I guess”.

   There was a big smile on Stolas’ face, he jumped off from the bed and went to his vanity, quickly opened and closed a drawer and came back to where Blitzo was laying. Blitzo was getting both scared and excited at the same time, again trying not to show a nervous anticipating smile.

   Stolas showed him a fancy crystal bottle. He slowly opened and started to pour what it was inside on Blitzo’s chest. It was some herb scented oil.

   “Oh no, onohohohono!”, Blitzo said while nervously giggling at the thought of what it was about to happen. He felt Stolas’ hand sensually spreading the warm oil in all his upper body, making him squirm again. It already tickled so bad when doing this he couldn’t stop his voice from coming out.

    “Please, don’t do it!” Blitzo yelled, but he was unconsciously smiling because of the excitement.

   “I’ll just play for a while, I promise”, Stolas’ answered, while digging Blitzo’s ribs.

   “NOHHOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! Blitzo screamed, arching his back trying to get away from Stolas’ claws, but he was really good tied, so he couldn’t move that much.

    “Why, my dear? Doesn’t it feel much better now, to laugh at your heart’s content? You’re getting so much attention tonight, you little greedy imp”.

     “THIIIS NOHOHOT THE ATTENTION I NEHEHEED!, Blitzo replied, truly laughing this time, while his tail was wagging, a sign that an imp is relaxed or happy.

   “Aww, don’t be shy Blitzi, just stop thinking that much and enjoy it! If you do I will let you do the same to me next time”. He took Blitzo’s tail and started to scratch its tip. Blitzo was going crazy, but he was still able to answer back.

    “I PROHOMISE I WIIILL TICKLE YOU TO DEHEHEATH THAHAHAHT DAY FOR SUURE!  AHAHAHAH!”

   “Can’t wait”, Stolas answered with a singing voice.

  “STOP WIHIHITH THE FU*KING SINGING VOICE ALREADY!” Blitzo practically shrieked, while Stolas was now squeezing his hips and sides.

   “Why, does that make you more ticklish?”, Stolas crooned. “What if I keep doing it while tickling your weakest spot?”

   Blitzo panicked, he knew what it was coming: Stolas grabbed some more oil for his hands and started to slowly run his claws from Blitzo’s hips to his underarms and neck.

   “Nohohohohoho, I swear I’ll kill you if you…!”

  Stolas started digging Blitzo’s underarms, making him shriek with laughter. His head started to get blank.

   “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

   “I love your laugh so much, Blitzi”, Stolas now laughing at Blitzo’s strong reactions, “And your tail wiggling with such joy, it just melts my heart”.

   Blitzo’s looking so vulnerable and helpless laughing like this while being tied up was actually really cute.

   Stolas would alternate the tickling on his neck and underarms, then again nibbling and kissing his neck while scratching his whole body, now ten times more sensitive because of the oil.

    “NOHOHHOH, NOHOHO MY NEEECK! I’M GONNA FUC*ING DIE!”

    Blitzo started to shed tears from the laughing, his head completely in a daze.

    “AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! *hic* HAHAHAHAH! *hic*.

   When he started whining and weezing instead of laughing Stolas knew it was enough for tonight, so he stopped.

       Blitzo was coughing and giggling for a whole minute, completely exhausted.

    “You did a good job Blitzi! I really had fun”, Stolas praised Blitzo for his endurance while kissing him on his cheek and forehead.

     Blitzo wouldn’t admit it, but he also thought it had been a little fun, until the almost dying feeling part.

      “I fuc*ing hate you Stolas”, Blitzo was barely able to say, still with some tears in his eyes.

   Stolas was smiling a lot. At least he had his payback.

   “You know? We should play like this more often”. Stolas said while untying Blitzo. “It would help you to relieve some stress from work and it’s a fun way of foreplay. Also laughing is good for your…”.

   Stolas didn’t realize until looking at Blitzo that he was sound asleep.  Blitzo was just exhausted in order to do anything, but peacefully  snoring in bed.

   Stolas just chuckled, staring at this cute picture for a while before covering him with his sheets and curling up at his side, hugging him.

   “Well, I guess we’ll have our little fun until morning”, Stolas thought.

   “Really, Blitzy, you have no idea how much I love you”.

   Stolas then kissed Blitzo’s shoulder and back of his neck, making him smile a little while still sleeping.

[toukenramblings]

Dating Headcanons: Buzen Gou, Matsui Gou, Samidare Gou

There isn’t enough fanart of Samidare, this is a crime. How dare.

Anyway it’s about time I finally got to this! I’m really nervous about writing for the Gou boys and I won’t lie that I looked to @sword-brainrot​‘s headcanons for Buzen and Matsui for help and I do hope that I’m not like...ripping anything off. I’m sorry if I am! I’ll do my best though!

Warnings: Blood since ya know...Matsui is Matsui.

Buzen Gou

Bu-chan no doubt is a man who is very ticklish. He’s already pretty physically affectionate with you before the relationship, giving you sideways hugs when asked and as you two grow to be more comfy with each other, it leads to lil tickle fights. No im not say that you two during confessed during the tickle fight tf

But if you are also a morning person and often see Buzen running, he will happily ask of you to join him! You two will do all kinds of exercise routines together and sure he’ll slow down to accommodate your pace until it’s him at a brisk jog and you are at a full run because hOLY HELL ARE HIS LEGS GOOD.  

Buzen won’t notice his feelings for you for a while, not until someone comments on it. Most likely will be his brothers though, who will notice that he will often slows down to a grinding halt when around you during his runs, sometimes just walking by your side in a comfortable silence instead of dashing on ahead.

Buzen will hesitate to confess, but if he did, it will be something along the lines of: “Slowing down is rather difficult for me. But it’s wonderful to do so. Just being by your side, existing in the same space, taking in the sights around us. It’s beautiful. But my heart...” he would place a hand on his chest, right over that organ, “Is always running faster than I could ever catch up with whenever I’m with you. I think...I think I’m in love with you.”

The minute you return his affections, this man is over the moon! He is ecstatic! He wraps you in his arms, presses kisses to your face, all of the love he had been storing away finally coming to surface. All of the kisses, all of the hugs, all of the hand holding!

Daily runs with you are still going to be a thing. Now though they turn into morning and evening rituals. In the morning you two go on a brisk jog to start the day and in the evening you two will go on a small walk in the forest, holding hands and talking about your day before stopping back at your rooms and giving each other a lil peck of a kiss before you two go to bed.

There is no doubt that Buzen is an early riser and he can cook…kind of. It’s probably simple things like toast and butter for the carbs and nothing too complicated. It’s decent and it’s obvious that he cares. But Buzen does begin packing snacks for his runs, a lil energy bar for him and you!

There are times when Buzen wants to slow down, that’s when he’ll seek you out. Wherever you are, he will find you with a gentle smile pressed upon his lips, wrapping his arms around you and inhaling your scent. Will put his head in your lap or make you put your head in his lap. Whatever works! Lap pillows all around. Buzen will want you to slow down as well, take in the time you two share. Who knows when it will end, huh? Don’t be surprised for Buzen to whisk you away when you’re stressed and have too much to do. He’ll take you out for a lil walk to clear your head, holding hands all the time.

The rest of his siblings are not so subtly screaming about wedding bells behind both of your backs.

 Cuddle bear? Cuddle bear.  In public his PDA is rather sporadic, depending on how he feels. Don’t think that he doesn’t love you or anything, but it ebbs and flows with how he feels at the time. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you, a cheek kiss, holding hands, and sometimes it’ll be silence and then all of a sudden a random kiss outta nowhere in front of his brothers. Of course he is very respectful of your space too, and most of the time it’s just hand holding and hand kisses.

Back to the ticklish Buzen, Buzen is rather ticklish so he will almost scream if you have cold hands against his warmer skin. It will turn into a tickling match if you try to tickle him though. So tickle him at your own will.

Oh dude he loves picking you up randomly, princess carries are his specialty. Piggy back rides, whatever! He just wants an excuse you carry you!!!! Just to be close to you!!

Buzen adores homemade things, and will most likely have something of yours to hold on to during missions. It gives him a bit of a sense of home, because it’s not a physical place, you are his home. If you made him something to take on to missions he’ll cherish it with all of his heart. In turn, this extends to you as well. He is pretty good with his hands, can sew and knit a little bit as he picked it up probably from the other swords around the citadel. Will make small little trinkets for you and the best thing he can do is a scarf. A rather…messy scarf but warm none the less.

Yeah Buzen will sometimes take off his shirt during his runs just to tease you, winking his eye as you flush.

Will also adore horseback riding with you!!! Horses are fast after all and he probs raced against one but like, just hanging on to him intimately as you two have a day to yourselves?? Best.

Matsui Gou

It…takes a long time to get a relationship with Matsui. It’s slow, full of ups and downs, pains and sorrows yet happiness. Matsui doesn’t speak of his feelings often and doesn’t show them. On the outside it is a calm sort of façade, keeping you at an arm’s length. He does not dare to let you into his mind, oh so full of blood and sin. Even the idea of being near you scares him.

One day you had wiped his nose clean from the crimson that dripped from it, and Matsui was almost ready to faint at the close proximity. Heart hammering in his chest. A part of him wants to run, and he almost does. At the edge of his chair, muscles screaming at him to flee. But there is another part of him that just…wants to be closer. He kept those feelings silent and dormant for so long, hesitant to let anyone in. Why would he when all he is good at is being a weapon? To spill the blood of the enemy? It hurts to be around you, it almost makes him cry.

 It’s going to take a long time before he even tries to open up to you, and when you do confess, Matsui almost thinks it’s some kind of cruel joke. It’s not that he doubts you, it’s fate that is just so cruel to him. Why would you love him? Who set you up to this? Was it his brothers? Matsui will ask for time for his answer, mulling over it for quite a while, going on expeditions to be away from you in order to get his head sorted out.

When he does return your affections and confession, his hands will shake, never daring to look at you and whispering something that is oh so faint, “I…you know as well as I do that I do not deserve you, master. I am a weapon, we all are. In hindsight, it is forbidden to enter a relationship with us. We are killers, we ruin the lives of people. But…I do not want to leave your side. I want to stay with you…if you will have me?” and there may be tears pricking at the edge of his eyes. Hug him, give him a kiss, PLEASE.

Matsui is the most selfless of lovers. He knows heartbreak can happen in a relationship and will not mind if you leave him, even if the thought terrifies him. He is oh so willing to do anything and everything for you! In his own little ways of course. It might just be as simple as waking you up in the morning or helping you sort paperwork or just existing by your side. As long as he can be with you and breathe the same air as you, he is happy.

Matsui is not the biggest on PDA. If he does want it/if you want to initiate it, there’s always some sort of ask. “May I hold your hand?” “May I kiss you?” “May I sit beside you?” Matsui is a man that respects boundaries and has some of his own. It will take a while for him to become comfy with the idea of a relationship and PDA. He is trying his best after all, and sometime he is a little distant. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care for you, he’s just having trouble sorting out why the hell you love him so much?????

 Like Buzen, Matsui also has a fondness for little homemade things. If you make him something, Matsui might start sobbing right then and there. You care about him so much? He doesn’t understand it! Hug him please, rub his back and soothe him. Matsui does enjoy shopping and will most likely find some kind of item at a store for you to hang on to while he’s away! During missions he will not let this little trinket of yours leave his side – Gods save the one who breaks it/steals it.

Be very patient as you are patching up Matsui. He may flinch at your touch every now and then before melting into it, cheeks flushed and sometimes trying to not show you how it affects him like this. He will also hold your hand during his repairs.

 If you have some sort of skincare routine or into fashion, expect Matsui to watch you in utter awe. He will pick up some magazines about such things and will accompany you will you shop. You two will have a shopping date together and it’s sweet! He loves pampering you and being pampered in return! He isn’t a wasteful spender though, having a bit of a budget. But sometimes he can’t help it spending a lilll bit over it just to spoil you though!

Getting him spontaneous gifts makes him bury his face in his hands, trying to hide his flushing face and nosebleed. Kiss his cheek and take care of him during this time, sweetie! He’ll appreciate it!

Matsui also values nutrition so don’t be surprised if you see him and Kuwana in the kitchen or Matsui with any other sword that knows how to cook. Matsui can cook, kind of, but he will want to watch your health. He makes rather simple healthy meals whenever he can, giving them to you. Reads all about human nutrition and knows exactly what to make/ask for from Kuwana to help give you a boost in energy or to fulfill your hunger.

The day Matsui holds your hand out of his own volition in public is a sweet one, his cheeks flushed and fingers lacing with yours, squeezing it tightly as though you will disappear. Reward him with a kiss and watch the blood drip from his nose from pure excitement…and maybe pass the fuck out.

It’s no secret that Matsui is a very private person. He won’t talk much about his life and it’ll take a long time for you to get past the hints or the lil self-depreciating jabs he makes at himself. All he asks is that you are there for him, be an ear for him to talk to.

Matsui is also the kind of person who leaves behind little notes for you while you’re busy to cheer you up. Simple little things signed by him with a lil snack or something, left outside of your office when he knows you’re swamped with work. He is almost sporadic with these sorts of instances.

Matsui has nightmares a lot and loves it when you run a hand through his hair, lulling him to sleep. It’s one of the few times he can sleep properly.

Samidare Gou

Samidare is nothing short of loyal. He is a ‘dog’ after all, and his loyalty towards you will never waver. He’s not Hasebe levels but more so of a quiet observer. There are times when he is there watching over you in silence, like a ninja yes, but then there are times when you surprise him by calling him out. He will jolt and ask what it is you will need but will slowly come to seek out your presence. It brings him a sense of comfort, and who knows, he kinda looks like a puppy trailing after you after all.

It’s probably someone (be it his brothers or someone else close to you) that notices Samidare’s habits. The way he lights up whenever you are around, one could almost see the slowly-hurried wagging of an invisible tail behind him.  They will confront him about this and Samidare almost has a lightbulb form over his head. He will stop for a moment, sitting down, head in his hands as he ponders over this new revelation. You do make him happy after all and again he does follow you around like a puppy…but it’s almost different? His heart races when he’s around you, for the better. He wants to hide in the shadows but does not, to bask in your light.

And then one day you suddenly start noticing these little poems at your office desk, in an envelope with a wax seal of no one’s crest, as though someone had used your personal belongings to make it. You can see that your drawers had been slightly rummaged through and you were ready to see who the hell it was but when you open the letter it’s a haiku??? Of love??? Who the hell?????? And then the letters will not stop coming over the next few days.

You immediately begin to file down the suspects: Kasen, Izuminokami, Mitsutada? Who else could be into poetry like this? Of course there is someone around the citadel who can’t keep his damn mouth shut and you eventually pry the information out of them. So you immediately go and make your own poem to confess back and dash over to Samidare. When he sees that you figured him out, his cheeks go full red and there is a mumble under his breath, you can see his hands shaki- is that another letter in his hands? “Yes…I did indeed make those letters for you. I do not know if you…will return my feelings but, I wanted to tell you that you are important to me. There are not enough poems in the world to tell you how I feel or…or well…do forgive me if you do not return my feelings.” And then you pass your own poem to him, his face practically goes even redder as he reads it. Pull him into a kiss right then and there, do it, do it for me. Make him flush even more red, make him pass the fuck out.

Samidare is rather neutral with PDA. He won’t mind it in front of others but will absolutely go red if you initiate it. He won’t initiate it often unless you two are in private. Only then will he turn into a big ol cuddle bug.

Head pats. He almost preens whenever you give him a head pat. He will lean into every touch you grace him with, whining and whimpering whenever you leave him. Samidare is also very much into neck and shoulder kisses, so don’t be surprised if he comes up behind you silently (you can always tell its him though, no one else closes in on you like that with such gentleness) and gives you kisses on your skin when you two are alone.

Samidare adores spending time with you, so you two make it almost a habit of going for a daily walk in the forest or out in the city/town. He adores exploring and finding new places to spend his time with, and since becoming your romantic partner, the enjoyment has only tripled! He just has to hold your hand during these times too!

Murakumo may be a bit jealous of how close Samidare is with you, but when he sees how happy you make Samidare, he relents. He knows that you would never hurt him and besides, all of the Gou family approves of the relationship! As long as Samidare is happy, Murokumo will be happy! Will be subtly planning your wedding when you two aren’t looking.

Samidare does get a bit jealous at times as well. He isn’t the type to be angry or anything, and he’s a bit of a sulky person when he’s jealous, like a big ol puppy. He’ll try not to show it though. It’s kind of obvious when you two are along and he just clings to you like no tomorrow.

Samidare is also rather quiet, and is more than willing to sneak up on you. Though after you two got into a relationship, he has become much more in tune with you if you’re a jumpy sort of person. He doesn’t want to alarm you! So when he is going to sneak up on you to give you a hug, he’ll normally whisper in a calm voice, “I’m here.” And wait for you to come to him. You can just lean back into his embrace and he’ll catch you!

If you think Hasebe or Tomoe are super in tune with your schedule, you haven’t met Samidare. Samidare always seems to know the right time to pop into your study and get your mind off of things. He’ll find his way into your office through door or window, with a snack in tow or just a hug.

Lap pillows. Oh man he loves laying his head on your lap and letting you run your fingers through is purple hair. Dude it’s the bEST. He falls asleep right then and there. If you ask for a lap pillow, Samidare will happily return the favor! Also will switch up being the spoon in bed. Big spoon? Little spoon? Who cares?! As long as you two are together, hugging it out, comfortable in each other’s presence, he is happy!

There is no doubt that this man is protective of you. The citadel is fine, everyone is able to kick some ass and none will dispute your authority but outside of the citadel? With strangers???? No fam, you are going to stay safe and protected, he’ll fight the world for you.

Also adores puppies! He loves animals and if you take him to like an animal café or the zoo, you’ll lose him within the first few steps into the damn place. Of course he’ll always come running back to you. No worries! He’ll find his way back!

Don’t think the poems are going to stop when you two are beginning to date. Oh no! In fact every morning you wake up with a poem. It could be one already written by a famous poet, or one that Samidare makes up on the fly, inspiration coming from just gazing at you. He will also deliver poems to you to cheer you up. In fact, the poem you wrote your confession on is always kept in his pocket whenever he’s out on a mission or something. It’s his good luck charm! You could have an entire little album of poems he’s written for you at this rate.