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chosok-amo · 4 months ago

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MY LITTLE VIRGIN ！ ❞

GOJO SATORU , your used to be upperclassmen who happened to be your friends-with-benefits teaching you how to kiss, also the one who took your virginity.

warning. highschool! gojo satoru ( early twenty and you are nineteen ), virginity lost, fingering, raw/unprotected sex.

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“hehe... it's amusing how you're still clueless about kissing,” gojo remarked, seated on your bed. his fingers traced along your neck, gently moving up to your chin. in your friends-with-benefits dynamic, you'd sought gojo's guidance on kissing, a proposition he willingly accepted.

“prepare for the best kiss of your life,” gojo chuckled, leaning in closer to your face. lifting your chin, he gazed at your lips with a playful glint in his eyes. blushing profusely under gojo's intense gaze, you nervously lick your lips. “i'm ready, satoru. . .” your voice wavers slightly as you try to maintain eye contact with him.

gojo smirks at your nervousness, finding it endearing. he leans in, closing the distance between your faces until his breath caresses your skin. gojo's smirk widens as he notices your blush deepening. his thumb gently brushes against your lower lip, parting them slightly. “nervous? there's no need to be. just relax and let me guide you...”

with those words, gojo closes the remaining gap between you. his lips meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. his free hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your head for better access as he deepens the kiss.

after a moment, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “like this... follow my lead and let instinct take over.” feeling overwhelmed but also strangely exhilarated by gojo's expert touch, you nod, trying to follow his instructions. your hands tentatively reach up to rest on his shoulders, holding onto him for support as he continues to guide you through the kiss.

as he pulls away again, you can't help but whimper softly in protest. but then you see that teasing smile on his lips and realize there's more to come. his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, gojo chuckles softly at your reaction. “oh? did you want more already?”

without waiting for an answer, he captures your lips once again in another searing kiss. this time though, he adds a new element— his tongue slips past your parted lips seeking entrance into your mouth. the sensation is overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. you find yourself responding eagerly, mimicking gojo’s movements as if driven by some primal urge.

pulling back after what seems like eternity but was probably mere seconds, gojo gazes down at you with satisfaction. “see? that wasn’t so bad now was it?” but before giving you time to respond, he leans in once more for another tantalizing kiss.

moaning softly into the kiss, you wrap your arms around gojo's neck, pulling him closer. your body feels electrified from the intimate contact, and you can't get enough of his taste, his scent, the way he makes you feel.

when he finally breaks the kiss again, you're left panting and dazed, struggling to regain your composure. “th-that was... s-satoru,” you manage to stammer out, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. looking up at gojo with hooded eyes, you bite your lip and murmur, “more please... teach me everything...”

a low chuckle rumbles from within gojo's chest as he takes note of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. “mmm... you're quite the eager student aren't you?” he leans down to capture your lips once more in a long, slow kiss that leaves both of you breathless when it ends. pulling back slightly, gojo looks into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

“i’ll teach you everything... but remember, practice makes perfect. so let's keep practicing until we've perfected this art form together.” and without waiting for another word from you, he dives back into another passionate kiss— this time taking things even further than before.

lost in the whirlwind of sensations, you forget all about being shy or inexperienced. all that matters right now is gojo and the way he makes your entire body tingle.

your hands roam freely across his back, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. you press yourself closer to him, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself completely in this kiss. every flicker of gojo's tongue against yours sends sparks shooting throughout your body. each brush against your sensitive lips draws moans from deep within your throat.

breaking away from the kiss momentarily, you gasp for air while looking up at gojo with lust-filled eyes. “more... please don't stop...” gojo grins wolfishly at your plea, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, “as you wish...”

he trails hot kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. one of his hands slides underneath your shirt, skimming over your stomach and ribcage before cupping your breast.

at the same time, his knee nudges your legs apart as he settles himself between them. the pressure of his hips against yours sends jolts of pleasure through your core. returning to your lips, gojo kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all of his desire into the embrace. when he finally pulls away, you're both panting heavily.

“how do you feel now? ready for round two?”

your mind is foggy with lust, unable to process coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. all you know is that you crave more of gojo's touch, more of his kisses, more of everything he's doing to you.

arching into his touch, you press your breast harder against his palm, silently begging for more stimulation. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the hard length of gojo's thigh. when he asks if you're ready for round two, you can only nod frantically, too lost in the haze of pleasure to form words. your lips seek his out once more, demanding another scorching kiss.

this time, as your tongues dance, you start to explore gojo's mouth with yours, learning the contours and depths of him. a satisfied growl escapes gojo as he feels your breasts pressing into his hand and your hips grinding against him. he loves seeing how responsive you are to his touches, how eager you are for more.

sliding one finger down from your breast, he teases along the waistband of your pants before dipping beneath the fabric. his digit traces lazy circles against your heated flesh, drawing soft whimpers from deep within your throat.

breaking off from the kiss, gojo looks down at you with a burning desire in his eyes. “let's make sure this second round is even better than the first...” with those words, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot hidden within. at the same time, his thumb finds its way to your clit and begins circling slowly around it.

“feel good?”

a loud moan tears itself from your throat as gojo's fingers delve deeper, hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know existed. your back arches off the bed, pushing your chest towards him. his thumb on your clit is pure torture— each circle sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. it feels incredible, too much and not nearly enough all at once.

your nails dig into gojo's back, leaving red marks where they claw at his skin. “‘toru. . .” you gasp out between moans, “feels so good...” your hips move instinctively against his hand, chasing after that elusive climax that seems tantalizingly close but always just out of reach.

gojo's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him, your face contorted in pleasure. he loves seeing you like this— completely uninhibited and at his mercy. “that's it baby, let go. give in to the pleasure...”

he increases the speed of his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at a rapid pace. his thumb presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. gojo leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. his other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“come for me. i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”

the combination of gojo's relentless fingering and relentless thumbing sends shockwaves of ecstasy crashing through your body. every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb pushes you higher and higher until there's no turning back. a strangled cry rips from your throat as you finally tip over the edge. your walls clench around gojo's fingers in rhythmic spasms, pulsating with each wave of orgasmic bliss that washes over you.

your entire world narrows down to the feeling of gojo's fingers inside you and his thumb working magic on your clit. the pleasure is so intense, so overpowering that it threatens to consume you whole. as the last tremors subside, you collapse back onto the bed— spent yet utterly satisfied.

gojo continues to pump his fingers slowly inside you as you come down from your high, milking every last drop of your release. once your spasms have ceased, he withdraws his fingers with a satisfied smirk.

“look at you, coming undone so beautifully for me. you took your lesson well, i must say.”

he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking your essence off them with a low hum of appreciation. “delicious. . .” leaning over you, gojo captures your lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting you taste yourself on him. after a moment, he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eye, “but we're far from done, sweetheart. there are still plenty more lessons to be learned... and i'm just getting started.”

even though you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, a fresh wave of arousal surges through you at gojo's words. the thought of what else he might teach you sends tingles racing down your spine.

you manage to push myself up onto your elbows, your heavy-lidded gaze locked onto gojo's handsome face. “show me, teach me everything...” without waiting for him to respond, you reach down and unbutton your pants with shaky hands. the cool air hits my overheated skin as you peel off your clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of yourself to gojo’s hungry eyes.

your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you lay bare before him— vulnerable yet filled with anticipation for whatever comes next. watching you strip off your clothes, gojo's cock twitches eagerly against his own trousers. he lets out a low chuckle, admiring the sight of your flushed skin and swollen breasts.

“i love seeing you like this— open and willing. it's incredibly arousing...” he moves closer, his blue eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of exposed flesh. reaching out, he runs a single finger down the center line of your body from collarbone to belly button, savoring the sensation of your smooth skin under his touch.

“now, let's see how well you can please someone.”

with that said, gojo starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. his throbbing member springs free— long and thick— standing proudly erect against his lower abdomen.

“are you ready to take me on?”

your breath hitches in your throat as you watch gojo undo his belt and unzip his trousers. the sight of his erect member makes your pussy clench in longing. in response to his question, you nod vigorously, unable to form words due to the intense desire clouding your senses.

you reach out tentatively towards him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide it towards your needy entrance. but instead of taking control, you wait patiently for him to initiate contact again.

as you lie there before him— naked and wanting— anticipation builds within you like never before, finally realizing that gojo is going to be the one who took your virginity. gojo smirks at your eagerness, enjoying the way you stare hungrily at his manhood. he steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside, revealing himself fully to you.

“there's no need to rush... we've got all night.”

he positions himself between your spread legs, leaning down to tease the head of his cock against your slick folds. the tip rubs gently against your clit, spreading your wetness across both areas. looking up into your eyes, gojo gives you a wicked grin, “relax and enjoy the ride...”

slowly, he begins pushing into you— stretching your tight walls deliciously wide around him. each inch that enters fills you up more completely than anything ever has before.

“feels fucking amazing doesn’t it?”

“fuck!” you cried in pain the moment he's bottomed out inside you. your nails digging into his biceps and eyes tightly shut from the pain of your virginity being taken with his massive cock.

at your sharp intake of breath and pained cry, gojo pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sudden fullness. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, offering reassurance despite the fierce grip of your nails on his arms.

“shh, it's okay... just breathe. you're doing great.”

once you seem more comfortable, he carefully starts to rock his hips, withdrawing slightly before pressing back in at a slower, more controlled pace. the movement helps ease the initial discomfort, gradually building the pleasurable friction between your joined bodies.

“see? this isn't so bad, is it? in fact, it feels pretty damn good already...” as gojo starts moving, the initial pain begins to fade, replaced by an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation. it's almost like your body is remembering how to accommodate something so large inside you.

you manage a weak nod, still struggling to catch your breath, “y-yeah... it's okay now. . .” emboldened by the gentle rhythm, you start to move your hips in sync with gojo's, meeting him thrust for thrust. a soft moan escapes your lips as the pressure builds anew, this time centered on the sweet spot deep within you that he seems to hit perfectly with every stroke.

mindlessly, you tangle your fingers in his white hair, pulling him down for a desperate, clinging kiss as if trying to merge your very souls together through the intimate act. gojo grins against your lips, pleased by your growing responsiveness. he deepens the kiss further, tasting your sweetness while continuing his steady thrusts.

“that's right... let go and feel everything...”

he breaks away from the kiss only to trail hot kisses down along your jawline and neck. with each downward stroke of his tongue against sensitive skin, he matches it with another slow plunge into your welcoming depths.

feeling your inner muscles clenching around him drives gojo wild; he can tell that despite being a novice at sex, you were born for this kind of pleasure. the combination of gojo's relentless thrusts and teasing kisses sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your mind becomes a blur of sensations— the feeling of him filling you completely, the sound of his low growls echoing in your ears, even the scent that surrounds you is intoxicating.

a loud gasp tears itself from your throat as he finds that perfect spot again and again, causing sparks to fly behind your closed eyelids, “oh god! ’toru. . .”

your entire focus narrows down to the point where they connect— it's overwhelming but also addictive. you find yourself arching up into him instinctively, urging him deeper.

“please don't stop. . .”

hearing you beg for more spurs gojo on, his movements becoming more urgent and powerful. he grips your hips firmly, using the leverage to piston into you at a frenzied pace.

“fuck, you feel incredible, so tight and wet for me.” his harsh breathing mingles with yours as he chases his impending climax, driven mad by the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls gripping his cock. “gonna fill you up so g-good, baby, mark you as mine...”

gojo's thrusts grow erratic as he nears the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. with a final, brutal shove, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and holds still, roaring out his release as hot jets of cum flood your insides.

your whole body trembles violently beneath gojo as his seed floods your womb. the intense heat and pressure trigger an explosive orgasm in you, sending shockwaves of pure bliss radiating outward from your core.

your inner walls clench and flutter around his pulsing length, milking him for all he's worth. a strangled scream rips from your throat as wave after wave crashes over you, leaving you drenched in sweat and utterly spent.

“oh fuck! s-ah!atoru!”

as reality slowly comes back into focus, you realize just how deeply connected you two are at this moment— physically, emotionally and spiritually. there's no turning back now; you've been claimed by him in every possible way.

collapsing onto you, gojo lets out a satisfied sigh as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. he plants tender kisses along your collarbone and chest, marking you as his own in ways beyond mere physical possession.

“that was... incredible.”

still buried deep within you, he slowly starts to withdraw from your clenching walls, allowing them to stretch and contract around his softening member. each pull sends another jolt of pleasure through your system, prolonging the high.

“feel better now?”

despite having just given you the most intense experience of your life, gojo looks at you with genuine concern and affection. after he collapses onto you, his heavy weight provides a comforting warmth against your cooling skin. his chest rises and falls rapidly against your breasts, matching the frantic beating of your heart.

despite the exhaustion seeping into every fiber of your being, there’s an undeniable satisfaction that settles deep within you. you run your fingers lazily through his disheveled hair, feeling proud yet vulnerable at having given yourself so completely to him.

“that was... incredible,” you murmur softly, give him a tired smile, looking up into those captivating blue eyes filled with raw desire and affection.

with a contented sigh, gojo leans down to capture your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. his tongue sweeps against yours softly, savoring the taste of you mixed with the musk of their combined arousal.

“mmm, i knew you'd be amazing...”

he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his expression a mix of pride, adoration, and possessiveness, “you're mine now, in every sense of the word. never forget that.” gojo rolls off of you and gathers you close, cradling your body against his as he strokes your hair soothingly, “rest now, my little virgin. we've got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of us.”

nestled securely in gojo's embrace, you let out a happy sigh, feeling safe and cherished in his strong arms. your eyelids grow heavy as the aftermath of your intense lovemaking washes over you, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

in your dreams, you see flashes of the future— moments stolen from time, memories made with gojo, and a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. when you awaken, you know without a doubt that you belong to him, and he to you, forevermore.

as you drift off to sleep nestled against him, gojo watches over you protectively. he runs his hand gently across your back, marveling at how different things could have turned out had he not intervened earlier today.

but fate brought you here, together. and though he may be many things— powerful mage, leader of jujutsu high school— nothing compares to how much he cares for this fragile human girl now lying trustingly beside him.

he smiles softly as he listens to your quiet breathing, knowing that whatever challenges await them both, they will face them side by side. for better or worse, you are his now.

“sleep well, my love.”

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ravenslvt · 10 months ago

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can’t stop thinking about boss! leon kennedy who is just obsessed with how your pussy feels around him :(((((

how he’d tease you oh so much while bending you over his desk during your break. lifting up your cute little pencil skirt and fucking you like he hated you.

he leans forward, thrusting into you at a bruising pace, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered, "you like that, baby? you like being fucked on my desk like the dirty little whore you are?" he’d practically laugh as you whine against him.

he’d hold your writhing hips still as he pounds into you, ignoring your moans. you could feel his cock practically throb inside of you as you sqeeze him tight.

his desk would creak as his hips moved against your own. his pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightens, leaving a bruising, but pleasureable pain.

“f-fuck leon!” you’d whine into the air. he just chuckles, his thrusts slowing, but going deeper than you thought was possible.

“such a needy little slut” he’d whisper in your ear.

if anyone were to walk by his office, you were sure they’d hear your moans and pleas, along with the sound of skin slapping together loudly.

but boss! leon kennedy didn’t care. he was basically pussy drunk off the sounds you were making, along with how well you take him.

when he knew you were about to cum, he’d lean into your ear.

“you feel so fucking perfect around me. it’s like you were fucking made for me.” his breathing would start to get a little heavier, thrusts more powerful and sloppy.

“please, leon!” you’d beg, gripping the edge of his polished wooden desk.

“please what, baby? you gonna cum all over my cock for me?” he’d tease, kissing then biting your neck, making you almost scream.

“c’mon, cum for me, baby, i know you want to.” god the sound of his voice alone almost made you cum instantly. your eyes screw shut as you whine mixes of curses and his name over and over like a prayer, so close to completion.

“that’s it, pretty. gonna let me finish inside you? walk around the office all day with my cum dripping out of that pretty pussy like the fucking whore you are?” his thrusts were uncontrollable now. your forehead leaned against the hard desk.

“yes yes please, leon, fuck!” is all you can say before he covers your mouth (he knows if he didn’t you’d let the entire office know what was going on, if they didn’t know already). you came with a sob, squeezing his cock so tight he hissed as his free hand gripped your waist. he shot his hot seed inside of you and rode out a few more thrusts before slowing down and stopping.

both of you are panting and sweating, you whine in overstimulation of his cock still inside of you. he was still half hard.

“one more time?” this was the third time he’s said this.

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ourhees · 2 months ago

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THERE HE WAS... shirtless out in the sun on his front yard. you couldn't help but blush when you saw this abs glazed in sweat due to the heat. his black sunglasses rested on the bridge nose as he soaked in every bit of sunlight.

sim jaeyun, your handsome, flirty next door neighbor. ever since he moved into the neighborhood, he always found his way to be near you. it started with his soccer ball landed on your yard, he would knock on your door asking if he can come get it.

now there he was, laying on a towel; shirtless. you couldn't help but stare, watching him lay out in the sun. you continued to stare, making sure you weren't so obvious, or so you thought.

"hey pretty." you near jake call out.

"oh hey.. what're doing out on this humid day?" you casually played it off.

"just soaking in some sun you know? say, wanna help me out for a second doll?" he asks, creating a small pain in your chest.

his question makes your heart skip a small beat, you were hesitate; before agreeing without any second thought. "okay." you replied, walking over to his yard.

jake sat up in his spot, putting out a tube of cooling liquid. "do me a favor doll and rub this on my abs? i've got a really bad sunburn."

his question made your face flush mixes of red and pink, you didn't know what to say for a second. your hot neighbor wants you to rub a cooling liquid on his abs, he wants you to touch him.

"how come? why can't you do it?" you ask jake, curious as to why he would want you place your delicate hand on his skin.

"cmon doll, you have a soft touch. and not gonna lie it's burning me. would you do it? please pretty?" jake slightly begs, trying to not sound desperate; but also hide the pain of his sunburn.

you feel bad jake was suffering with a really bad sunburn, especially on a delicate place on his body. you pour some of the cooling liquid onto the palm of your hand, before sliding it onto jake's toned, tight, ridged abs.

you stopped as your palm hit his abs, rubbing his abs gently; allowing the cooling liquid to spread. a low groan left jake's lips.

"how's that?" you asked, wondering if your touch alongside the cooling liquid calmed down the burning sensation on his skin.

"thank you doll, i told you that you have a gentle and delicate touch." he bit his lip. "i should burn my abs more often." jake joked, a small laugh leaving his lips.

you playfully rolled "yeah yeah. i'll see you around jae." you began to walk back to your place, that was until jake called back for you.

"doll face, come back here."

you turned back, stepping foot back in his lawn. jake approached you more closer, his hands reached your waist; pulling you closer to him. his eyes met with yours, a flirty smile resting in his lips.

"how about a reward? for being such a good neighbor and helping me out."

"reward? what were you thinking?" you asked curiously.

jake paused, no words left his mouth; before his lips met with yours.

his tongue lapping on yours, his grip on your waist gaining tighter. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your lips crashed. his veiny hands make their way to the bottom of your tank top, caressing the small exposed skin available to touch. his hands made their way under your top, resting onto your lower back.

he pulls away from your lips, a small smirk on his face. "you're so gorgeous.. fuck" he groans before he kisses your neck, sending a rush of desire to you. "are you free later?" he asks, pulling away from your body slightly.

"well i'm going out with some friends later..." you replied, a slight frown falling onto jake's face as he hears your response.

"well cancel them doll, i need every minute i can get to savor every inch of that body." jake smirked, his hands finding its way back to your waist.

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stellar-skyy · 8 months ago

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hello dear <3 i was thinking an iced hibiscus tea for arlecchino, perhaps? feel free to decide the specifics and details on this one hehe

“i have an order ready for arlecchino! an iced hibiscus tea, for arlecchino!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: Arlecchino's child is struggling, but she is there to reassure them. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. platonic arlecchino & gn!reader. house of the hearth!reader. angst & hurt/comfort. 1.5k words. iii. A/N: the way i ran to get this order done- THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE THIS ILY /p

It was a cold day in the House of the Hearth when Arlecchino called upon one of her children for nothing more than a simple chat.

One of the unspoken rules of the House was that the most leisurely of discussions were only a preface to something deeper; layers of ulterior motives hidden underneath an innocent invite for tea. Some children had never glimpsed the privilege of being summoned to her office, while others found themselves carving a dent into her seat cushions with the number of times they sat in them. But one thing remained unchanging with every visit: their Father would send for them with a purpose, and they would not leave until it was fulfilled.

When [Name] received word that they were to visit Arlecchino’s office at 7:00pm sharp, their first instinct was dread; for the dozens of possible reasons for them being the one to be called upon. Musing upon the ‘why’s shifted their mood from the dull thrum of anxiety to sweeping waves of confusion. As far as they were concerned, they had no due cause for such a meeting with the Director herself; no failed missions to be reprimanded over, no shady plots of subterfuge to be exposed. They weren’t any rowdier or more troublesome than any other of the children, so the list of matters that would merit a visit was short.

Still, they knew better than to avoid the call. 7:00pm, they stood outside the office, hand poised over the door. They closed their eyes, knocking on it sharply and wincing at the echo that reverberated off the walls.

Three short raps. A smooth, calm voice, from inside the room: “Come in.”

The doorhandle creaked loudly as it turned. The door was old, and rather heavy, so it took a gentle shove to push it fully open to reveal the neat, cozy office inside.

“Ah, [Name], you’ve arrived.” Arlecchino greeted them as they entered. She was seated behind her desk as she usually was, with a full tea-set in front of her. As they slowly approached, she motioned towards the plush chairs opposite her. “Please, take a seat. I have been waiting for you.”

They quickly settled into the closest chair, hands folded in their lap. The room was quiet and cold; enough to send an uncomfortable prickle down their spine. Arlecchino paid no mind to their uneasiness; her hands were busy deftly arranging the teacups on the tray. Once she was satisfied with their placement, she then moved to pick up the teapot.

“I have some new tea from Liyue,” she hummed, gently tipping the teapot to let the dark red drink fill one cup, then two. Steam rose from each, cutting through the chill of her office. “Hibiscus. It’s quite sour, but I have added a spoonful of honey and sugar to the brew to sweeten it.”

She held one of the teacups out, and they clasped both hands around it with a murmured thanks. As they moved to take it from her, the side of their palm brushed against her fingers—icy cold, enough to make them shiver with a single touch.

“Your night has been well, I am assuming?” Arlecchino asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“Yes,” they murmur, bringing the tea to their lips. It was hot, but just enough not to burn their tongue. The honey she had added did little to mask the sour taste of the hibiscus, but it created a lightly sweet aftertaste that was pleasant enough to warrant a second sip.

“And your days, how have they been?”

They frowned, scanning her expression for any hint of what she wanted. She was clearly speaking to them in search of something, even if she didn’t say it aloud. A mission report, perhaps? They had already submitted the paper copy to her desk, but if she had missed it, or it had gotten lost with the rest of the paperwork handed in that day, she could be waiting for them to recount the mission directly.

“I returned from the mission you sent me on,” they blurted out. “I… it was a success, mostly. No casualties. Minimal injuries. And I also—”

“No need for a summary, I’ve read your report.” Arlecchino cut them off smoothly. “I want to know how you are, not how your mission went.”

They almost choked on their tea. Arlecchino raised an eyebrow at their sudden lack of composure, and they hurriedly covered it up with a half-hearted cough. “S-Sorry… you want to know how I have been… feeling?”

“That is correct.”

The air was thick with silence and the bitter smell of hibiscus, until they blurted out a quick “Fine! I’ve been fine, thank you.”

“Fine?”

“Fine, yes.”

“Interesting. I have been hearing curious things,” Arlecchino said casually. “Some of your siblings seem to have noticed a change in your behaviour. You aren’t sleeping as well, your mood has been significantly worse, you haven’t been joining during social activities. There is clearly something wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” they said weakly. Their feeble attempt at normalcy was nowhere near convincing enough to fool her, and they knew it. They were a passable liar in the best of circumstances, but she was the one person who would always be able to see right through them.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

They couldn’t look at her. One look into those sharp eyes, one wrong word and they would crumble right there in her office. They had to keep it together for as long as it took to convince Arlecchino they were alright and be dismissed from her office. They only needed to hold back the burning behind their eyes until they were far away from Arlecchino and her pressing words and bitter tea, and could quietly fall apart.

She was waiting for an answer, but they could hardly breathe through the lump in their throat, let alone formulate a response. If she stopped now, saw them for what they were—a lost cause—and gave up, it would be fine. But instead:

“What’s wrong?” she asked gently, and something inside them snapped.

Tears burst from their eyes, spilling over their cheeks and down their face. They gasped, choking back a cry, holding a fist to their mouth to stop the hiccupping and wheezing breaths.

“I’m sorry,” they sniffled, rather pathetically. They kept their head ducked down low, unable to bring themself to look up into her undeniable face of disapproval. If they were any stronger, they could grit their teeth and make up a spiel about how they would do better next time, but instead they had to cry.

Now, not only were they going to be reprimanded for letting their emotions affect their work, they would be scolded for crying as well.

“Now, there is no need for crying.” Arlecchino stood, scraping her chair against the floor. They flinched away from the jarring sound, shrinking inwards with their tear-streaked face hidden in their hands. As much as they tried to stop them, the tears kept flowing into their palms. The walls were shifting closer with each second, and the thick scent of the tea filled their lungs until it choked them with that cloyingly bittersweet scent—

They jumped, as something cold touched their fingers. Their hands were carefully pried away from their face, revealing Arlecchino kneeling in front of them, with an unusually concerned expression on her face.

“I’m not upset with you, dear.” She said gently. “If that is why you are apologising.”

“You’re not?” they asked slowly. It had to have been a lie, but with how softly she said it, a part of them couldn’t help but wish it was true.

“Of course I’m not. But do you know why I’m not upset with you?” she asked. Hesitantly, they shook their head. “I’m not upset in the slightest, because I know whatever is clouding you is something that you will work through. You will emerge the victor of this battle, no matter what it is.”

They made a strangled sound, and felt a new wave of tears form. Arlecchino sighed, pulling them to their feet and against her chest.

“You are strong,” she said softly, carding her fingers through their hair. “You are capable. You are able to overcome whatever hardships you are facing, no matter how much they wear on you.”

She kissed their temple, her cool lips feeling almost warm pressed to their skin. While she lingered there, she whispered to them, softer than a mother’s touch. “You are strong enough to face this on your own, but even if you aren’t you will always have me here behind you.”

Their hands stretched out to grab the back of her jacket, shuddering out a breath. If Arlecchino minded their teary face being pressed against the front of her clothing, she didn’t comment on it; she only murmured more reassurances as she held them close.

“Just breathe, dear.” She whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

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viperify · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 | 𝗼𝗰𝘁 𝟭𝟳: ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Let me take care of you. | pt. 2

Read Part One before!

Short summary: After the encounter in the Prefect’s Bathroom, you two decide to meet again. Will this night change everything between you two?

Warnings: 18+ only! virgin!reader, loss of virginity, soft sex

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I am working on a whole Tom fanfic on Wattpad and AO3 so that also keeps me busy. Plus school is stressing me tf out. On another note, I am kinda proud of this one hehe. Feel free to leave feedback!! <3

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“Let’s get us dry now, hm?” Tom encouraged, shifting his position to sit upright. You protested, furrowing your eyebrows. “Wanna stay here with you, please.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” He shook his head slightly, grinning. “Meet me in my dorm later today? You have the entire night to cuddle with the best student of Hogwarts.”

You abruptly sat up, playfully smacking his bare chest. “I can’t believe you, Riddle!”

He was right, though, about the getting out of the bath part at least. The water in the bathtub had cooled down and you started to feel quite cold, despite the close body contact with the brunette.

Just after you stood up, water droplets dripping down your naked body, you realized you were now standing right in front of Tom, who was still sat against the bathtub, your exposed self on full display.

His eyes, first glued to yours, were now steadily trailing downwards, his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine. Yes, of course he had pretty much touched every part he was now slowly taking in, though how your curves looked was left up to his imagination. Well, until now at least.

Instinctively, you tried covering yourself with your hands, but Tom was quick to stop you.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me, pretty girl. You look absolutely stunning, even better than I had ever imagined.” His lips met your lower sternum, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses all over your tummy. Your hands gripped his brunette locks, sweet little moans escaping your parted lips as you closed your eyes at the sensation. Tom placed one more kiss on the mound of your cunt, making you giggle, slightly tugging on his hair to warn him.

“You have thought of me like this?” You gasped, as he continued kissing down your thighs. He then paused, meeting your surprised expression with his lust filled eyes. Finally, he stood up as well, his taller figure towering over you.

He caressed the back of your head, and leaned in, finally closing the gap between the both of you.

“Every.” kiss “Single.” kiss “Day.” kiss.

His words made you blush, now thinking of what he might have been doing while imagining you all naked in front of him.

Suddenly, you felt his touch on the back of your knees, lifting you into his arms. You squealed at the swift motion, and Tom carried you out of the tub.

He then grabbed a towel you had already prepared beforehand and dried you up, with tenderness you couldn’t even have fathomed.

“You do this often?” You asked him teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

“Just admit I am good at taking care of the birthday girl.”

Arrogant bastard, you thought.

“I hate you”

“You don’t, princess.”

“What did you just call me?”

In the meanwhile, Tom had started getting dressed, ignoring your question.

“Don’t ever call me that again, Riddle.” By the time you realized you should probably get dressed as well, Tom was already done. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day. Or do you need help putting on clothes as well?” He grinned, walking over to you.

A blush formed on your cheeks, bending down to fetch your robes.

Smack.

You yelped, turning around to meet Tom’s amused expression. “You did not!” You exclaimed.

“Turn around so I can do it again.” The brunette said, a smug grin on his face. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Out, Riddle. Leave!” You demanded, shaking your head.

“Want a goodbye kiss, please.” He leaned in, but you turned your head to the side. “Be nice if you want a kiss.” Tom laughed. “Tom Riddle doesn’t have to be nice to get what he wants, princess.”

“Not with me.” You giggled.

“Alright. Going to be nice.”

“Good.” You let him have his goodbye kiss in the end.

“Now get dressed. If anyone sees you like this I might have to kill them. See you later tonight.” He winked at you and with that, he left.

As soon as the door closed behind the brunette, you exhaled sharply. You did not just do all of that with the boy you were meant to hate, right?

The rest of the afternoon you spent reading a book your parents had gotten you for your last year at Hogwarts. It had just turned 8pm when you got ready to head to Tom’s dorm, about to meet him again.

You knocked on his door and could already feel your heart thumping in your chest. Why were you that nervous?

He opened the door, smirking when he saw it was you. “Come in.” His dorm was quite spacious, the other boys being out for Christmas as well. It was getting dark, and the Slytherin house being located under the ground did not help the case. Thus, he had a few candles lit, giving the room a cozy feeling. He seemed to even have prepared, putting up some more cushions and blankets on his bed. The scent of his perfume lingered in the air, drawing your attention back to the brunette in front of you.

“I got you something. It’s not much but I hoped you would like it” He got a bouquet of flowers from his nightstand, handing them to you.

“Tom you did not have to get me anything.” You whispered, taking in the pretty flowers he had gifted you.

“It’s your birthday.” He stated, and you closed the gap between you two, capturing him in a passionate kiss. “Thank you, I appreciate it a lot.”

He just smiled and kissed you again, finding your waist to guide you two towards the bed, so you were now sitting on his lap on the edge of his bed, making out with him. Your hand trailed up his back, until they found his brunette curls, playing with them.

As the kiss got more heated, Tom’s hands found their way up your shirt, cupping your breasts under the burgundy red lace bra you were wearing. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. He tugged on the fabric of your shirt, his fingers playing with its top button. “Take it off?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

You knew where this would lead and couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of anxiety form in your stomach. It’s not like you did not want to, but the thought of it still made you nervous.

“Tom”

“Hmm?”

“I have never- uh - done this before.” Your face heated up, and you lowered your head. “No?” He asked, his hand caressing your cheek. When you only nodded, he kissed you again, softly this time. “I didn’t mean to rush you into anything. If you aren’t comfortable yet, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

You shook your head. “No, I do want to. Please.”

Slowly, you took off your top, and his eyes wandered to the soft lace covering your chest. “So pretty. All for me?” “All for you.” You whispered, kissing him again.

His fingertips grazed over your waist, all the way up to the only fabric left on your upper half, leaving goosebumps as you shivered at his touch. Expertly, he unclasped your bra, taking in the view in front of him. “Don’t stare.” You laughed. “Oh I am absolutely going to stare.” His lips trailed down kisses from your collarbone all the way to your left breast, placing a small peck on your nipple before closing his lips around it to suck on it while his other hand massaged the other side, rolling your hardening bud between his fingers.

You gasped at the foreign feeling, your fingers going through his brunette locks, slightly pulling on them. Tom took his time with you, every move calculated. He then released your nipple with a wet plop, making you whine at the loss of pleasure. You scooted forward on his lap, kissing him again, your hips grinding to search for friction on the fabric of his trousers. The brunette smiled. “Greedy girl.”

With one quick motion, he switched your positions, you now being under him. You reached for his shirt, opening button after button to expose his chest, giving it a kiss.

He then tugged at the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down. You matched your panties with the color of your bra, making him shake his head, smiling. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked you, and as you agreed, he kissed you again. You were now lying at the center of the bed, Tom positioning himself behind you, just like in the bathtub.

The brunette kissed the side of your head, trailing his hands downwards to your red panties. He started rubbing on your needy clit through the lace fabric, making you moan. Everything he had done until then was more than perfect, and you could feel the familiar knot forming in your lower stomach. “Tom please” you whined, grinding your hips against his palm, desperately searching for more. Finally, he also slid your panties off, leaving you completely bare. You gripped his arm as he worked you towards your orgasm, soft gasps and moans spilling from your lips.

As you attempted to close your thighs around him, he stopped. “Open your legs for me, darling. Can't make you feel good if you don’t cooperate.” Tom then swung one of your legs over his to keep you in place, fingers finding your sweet spot once more.

“Tom-“ you whined, closing your eyes. You were so close, ready to let go. “I know. Be good for me and cum, love.” He encouraged you, his other hand tending to your breasts.

Finally, he sent you tumbling over the edge, your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Tom worked you through your high, praising you. “Such a good girl. Doing so well for me.”

You sank into him, your body going limp. The brunette shifted, laying you back onto the pillow. He undressed himself then, and as you took in the size of him, you weren’t so confident anymore. Back on the bed, he positioned himself above you, leaning in to give you a kiss. “Still sure? I am going to be careful. If anything’s wrong, you tell me to stop, okay?” Tom made sure, stroking your cheek. “Okay.” You nodded.

You gasped as you felt his tip slide through your slick folds, gathering your wetness. He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed, the sting making your body tense up. Tom stopped, meeting your eyes. “Relax for me, darling. It will get better.” You just nodded, sinking your head into the pillow. Just relax. It’s going to be fine, you thought.

Now, with a bit more pressure, his tip made its way past, slowly but surely stretching you out around him. Your legs circled around his hips, encouraging him to continue. “Merlin, you are so tight.” Tom growled under his breath, focusing on the way his length split you apart. When he was all the way in, finally, you thought, he paused for a moment, letting you get accustomed to his size. Only after you nodded, Tom pulled out of you slightly, just to push back in. He repeated that a few times, until he exited you completely, speeding up.

At that, you tapped his arm, and he stopped, still buried deep inside of you. “Hurts, Tom” you winced, your eyes meeting his. He kissed your forehead. “Sssh, darling. Just relax. I am going to be careful. You are taking me so well, I promise.”

His fingers found your sensitive clit in an attempt to ease your pain, and it sure did. Soon enough, with his careful thrusts and the growing pleasure, the uncomfortable feeling faded and soft moans escaped your mouth. Tom must have felt you relax as well, because he sped up, groaning at how tight your warm walls were gripping him.

Tom kissed you again, your hot and sweaty bodies touching. “Feel you clenching around me, darling. Let go. Come for me.” And you did. You moaned into the kiss as you convulsed around him, riding out your high. He soon followed, your pulsating walls milking him dry as he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows. Tom collapsed on top of you, catching his breath.

“I am so proud of you.” He praised. “That was amazing, Tom.” You breathed, kissing his curls. “I am glad it was you.”

He smiled at that, lifting his body off yours. Slowly, he pulled his softening length out of you, making you wince slightly. Tom then got up, getting a damp, warm cloth to clean you up. After that, he pulled you onto his chest, and soon enough you fell asleep, cuddled into the boy you once despised.

“Definitely not letting you go anymore now.” Tom muttered, giving your forehead a soft kiss, soon drifting off to sleep himself. That on his bed, together with the girl he once despised.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #slytherin boys #slytherin #kinktober #harry potter #oneshot #🦢⋆⭒˚.⋆my works

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auraxins · 4 months ago

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wwwriothesley and cozy mayhaps?

writing wrio is rly fun actually ty beloved anon for the opportunity hehe <3 i'm really enjoying this sprint-fic series! so, if anyone else wants to, please feel free to send me a character and a one-word prompt ^-^

sprint-fic miniseries 06

prompt: cozy

tags: wriothesley x gn!reader, kissing, fluff, pre-established relationship

wc: 0.5k

The Fortress of Meropide isn’t particularly known for it’s comfort. Such is the point of a prison, of course. And yet, there is a sense of home within these tall metal walls that you can’t find anywhere else in Teyvat.

It comes to you in the form of the little plush cushions laid out on the chaise in the Duke’s office, the spare blankets kept for when the nights fall cold. A space carved out in the heart of such a hostile environment, made warm and inviting all for you. And it lingers in the brushing of limbs and holding of hands that would have even the most heartless of prisoners watching with envy.

When you had made the decision to stay by Wriothesley’s side, for better or for worse, you had been prepared to live life poorly if it meant he was near. But he had fought his way to the top of the food chain, shedding sweat and blood and tears, all to lavish you with opulence. You deserve it, he insists. It’s the least he can do, for all you’ve done for him.

Truly, you don’t think you’ve done much more than love him.

Perhaps, that’s all he needed.

Now, you get the pleasure of watching him as he files papers, legs outstretched along the chaise and fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The corner of his lip downturns as he thumbs through a report, and if you weren’t so comfortable you’d get up and kiss him senseless on the spot.

“You should take a break,” you suggest, and when he looks up at you, you take the opportunity to curl your finger and beckon him over. “Rest a while?”

Wriothesley settles beside you with ease, gently lifting your legs before placing them back across his lap. For a man with the ability to manipulate ice, his blood runs hot. He is warm when he presses against you, slotting perfectly within your arms.

“You’ll be the death of me one day,” he grumbles, turning to kiss your neck.

The scruff around his jaw scratches against your skin and tickles you, eliciting a fit of giggles, but he refuses to cease. He kisses up along to your cheeks, and up to your forehead, before taking your face between his large calloused palms and capturing your lips. You melt into him, pliant and pleased, fingers twisting into the collar of his shirt as you anchor him close.

Kissing Wriothesley is as indulgent as the life he has molded for you, languid and rich. Your tongue finds one of the scars that stretches across his mouth and dips against the flesh, and he doesn’t stifle the groan that escapes from it. The pad of his thumbs presses against the hollows of your cheeks and your mouth parts for him in turn. Like clockwork.

You have been made for one another since the beginning. And even in the most mundane of moments shared between you, this forever rings true.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader

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i23kazu · 1 year ago

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GENSHIN MEN & SHARING TENDER MOMENTS W/ YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham x reader genre. romantic fluff! an. you're everything. he's just ken. it will be okay | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

the first time xiao dips his brush in ink, his mind goes blank. the cute couple date – that zhongli had advised to do – was simple. write a letter to each other. he lets his gaze linger at your concentrated frame, hunched over the piece of paper with your brush furiously scribbling away, so much so that there are remnants of ink on your wrists. he lets his eyes trail to the soft smile on your face, and he lets a hint of a smile return on his.

zhongli

cooking with zhongli should not be that much of a hassle – but it is, which is why your household works on a you-cook-he-cleans basis. the kitchen is your place in the home, hell, you even have a name for your favourite spatula – 福, fill this household with the blessings that your spatula can help with. the most zhongli can offer is to wash the dishes and give you kisses while you cook.

kaeya

dancing in the living room is cliche, but who's to say that cliche and enjoyment can't go hand in hand? kaeya dips you around as you squeal and laugh, him pretending to drop you and you grabbing on for dear life, for the dramatics of it all. the last golden rays of the hour dance around the room with the two of you, a dim stream of sunlight illuminating the smiles that the both of you wear together for a little bit longer.

diluc

diluc enjoys taking you out on sunset strolls around the manor. with a flame lightly dancing in his hand as the both of you walk, diluc is prepared to defend you at any given point in time. you playfully tug his hand, telling him to lighten up – the guards around the manor wouldn't let anything happen to the both of you. the sun's rays say it's last goodbye with a dramatic flourish of an exit, and he watches you while you bid the sun farewell.

childe

nights in childe's house are usually spent with the both of you cosily cuddled up on the couch, his hand over your waist and his other running through your hair. your shared playlist is playing through the speakers, and you tiredly watch teucer and tonia run around. it's quietly comforting, thinking that this could be your future – your household, one day.

alhaitham

alhaitham holds you closer towards his chest as he shifts to make you more comfortable, the book you chose uncomfortably pointing into his knee. you laugh, close the book, and finally finish adjusting your positions before you turn to the page you last finished reading. alhaitham's quiet demeanor seems to blossom in this intimate setting, his voice setting the stage for the characters to come to life, as he reads aloud to the you. it's enchanting, watching him in his element.

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jjsbaby · 1 year ago

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been thinking about rafe x crybaby!reader with an oral fixation who just loves having his fingers or thumb in her mouth whenever they fuck :( !!

would be lovely if u could write something ab this hehe i rlly love ur blog !! <3

ur so sweet mwah hope you like it <3

“whaddya want?” rafe asks gruffly, not even looking up from where he’s busy filling some sort of paperwork out on the computer. you pull on his arm, moving it so you can sit on his lap. “miss you.” you respond softly, trying to stay still so he doesn’t make you get up. he pulls your back into him so he can continue working while looking over your shoulder. “gimme like ten minutes baby.” he speaks without even sparing you a glance, focusing on some email he had pulled up. you stare at him for a moment, completely dumbfounded. you pout at him, turning your place your head in the crook of his neck. “but i need you now.” you whine, placing a kiss on his jaw to try and convince him.

he looks at you for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. “yeah ‘course you do. needy fucking thing.” he grumbles, moving you so you’re straddling his thigh. “i’m working. take care of yourself.” you sit there for a minute, contemplating if it’s worth it or not when you feel his hands on your hips. “fuck did i say? get to it.” rafe begins to grind your hips along his thigh, setting a pace for you before continuing to work. your hips stutter for a moment, taking a second to remind yourself to move the same way he was. you can feel the roughness of his jeans through your underwear, catching on your clit in the best way. you let out soft whines, gaining speed as you chase after your release. you feel rafe begin bouncing his leg beneath you, the vibration adding to your pleasure.

“god. i n-need more please.” you whine, tears pricking your eyes as you need something else to put you over the edge. he scoffs before using his free hand and tapping at your lips, signaling for you to open up. “shut up. this is exactly what you asked for kid.” he places two fingers onto your tongue and you automatically begin sucking on them. you gag slightly as he thrusts them towards the back of your throat. you grind down harder, brain going fuzzy at the feeling of pure pleasure running through you. he fucks into your mouth with his fingers, letting your spit drip down your chin as he makes a mess of your mouth. “thas all you needed baby. just needed to shut up and trust me.” he teases, sending a final email before reaching in between your legs. he finds your clit and immediately starts circling it aggressively.

you moan around his fingers, tears threatening to fall as you feel your stomach getting tense. you grip rafes arms to steady yourself, trying to keep him close. you feel it wash over you, spasming in his arms as he continues touching you. he stops once you’ve completely finished, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. he wipes your spit off your chin, cleaning your face off a little before pulling you in for a kiss. “all better now? gonna sit still while i get shit done?” he asks softly, holding your face inches from his. you nod as you cuddle into him. “remind me that next time i want you to be quiet, all i gotta do is stick something in your mouth.” he points out, lightly pinching your thigh.

#anonspeaks! ˚✧₊⁎#rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron

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gyuslcve · 2 years ago

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svt when they’re clingy

genre: headcanons, humor (i like to think that i’m funny)

rq: not a request!

notes: my previous write was getting more love than i thought oml ;-; thank yall

SEVENTEEN WHEN THEY’RE CLINGY

choi seungcheol

✧ most clingy when he doesn’t wanna wake up

✧ pouty babie

✧ would n o t let go of his hold on your waist

✧ nuzzles into your hair

✧ “hnggph.. ‘don’t wanna wake up..”

yoon jeonghan

✧ this man may be a tease but he’s a clinger

✧ extra clingy when asking for something from you

✧ holds onto your arm and rests his head on your shoulder

✧ lots of cheek kisses

✧ “c’mon baby.. pretty please?”

hong joshua

✧ rarely clingy, but when he is he really could get away with anything

✧ gets touchy

✧ likes to hug you from the back while caressing your torso

✧ places kisses here and there

✧ murmurs “i love you”’s

wen junhui

✧ neck! kisses!!!!

✧ gets clingy more often than you think

✧ backhugs (2)

✧ texts 24/7

✧ “baby where you goin’ ?” “the toilet..?”

kwon soonyoung

✧ clings to you 24/7

✧ extra clingy when he’s drunk

✧ peppering kisses all over your face

✧ pet names, lots of it

✧ “y/n my baby i love you so so soo much”

jeon wonwoo

✧ clingy when cuddling

✧ secretly loves cuddling but doesn’t tell you

✧ neck kisses (2)

✧ fiddles with your hands while he holds them

✧ not a words of affirmation guy but will make sure you feel safe with him <33

lee jihoon

✧ sorry, he does not cling

✧ shows a shitton of affection through his actions tho

✧ on days where he needs you the most, he would take the initiative to hold your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles

xu minghao

✧ clingy when he’s tired

✧ asks for cuddle sessions

✧ doesn’t really talk, just rests his head on your shoulder

kim mingyu

✧ clingy a l l the time

✧ lots of skinship

✧ squishes your cheeks

✧ kisses on your lips and forehead

✧ hugs you and smooths out your hair gently

lee seokmin

✧ clingy when he’s happy hehe

✧ interlaces his fingers with yours

✧ occasionally flashes you a smile and gives you cheek kisses (awh)

boo seungkwan

✧ turns into such a baby when he’s clingy :(

✧ is so giggly

✧ nuzzles into your neck

✧ loves playing w your hair

✧ pickup lines outta nowhere

chwe vernon

✧ like minghao, he doesn’t really talk a lot

✧ asks you to watch movies with him but ends up being a cuddle session

✧ places his head on your shoulder

✧ looks up at you every once in a while and smiles

✧ chuckles when you catch him looking at you

lee chan

✧ so, so, so loving

✧ spoons you and showers you with love

✧ forehead kisses (and smiles while doing it)

✧ NEVER lets go of your hands

✧ “do you know how much i like holding you like this?… a lot baby”

authors note: aaarhhjsjf need soft svt rn ,!:&;!;

p.s. feel free to send me prompts/requests!

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itsbeeble · 1 year ago

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THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

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PAIRINGS: tbz x f!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, minimal angst, crack

WARNINGS: smut, minor angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, alcohol, swearing, more warnings to be added to the individual fics 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? If so, then these fics are just for you! Join us as we take a glimpse into the Tau Beta Zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE: The way me and Fawn have been planning this for so long omgggg. Me and Fawn are so excited to announce this collab in celebration of my 1 year on tumblr, 6 year anniversary of The Boyz, AND as just a fun little event!! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am hehe. And please feel free to send an ask or comment on this post if you'd like to be tagged in each part!!

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O'CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 | PT. 2)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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vampykween · 1 year ago

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Second Chances (part 1)

i wanted to write about singledad!ghost x teacher!reader (which is so self indulgent as im a teacher hehe) and thus this was born summary: little poppy is simon riley's entire world and you've just had yours turned completely upside down. despite everything, it seems like everything falls into place when you're with each other. this is going to be a little series - i already have a few drabbles written and have l more ideas up my sleeve, but feel free to let me know all of yall's ideas too!! dedicated to @suimon since you love my dad!ghost so much hehe mwah

Simon is just short of pulling his hair out. He’s spent all morning wrestling with a five-year old who, last night was bouncing off the walls excited about her first day of school, but now is inconsolable and quite frankly working his last nerve.

“Poppy, love, please just get dressed. We don’t have all morning for you to mess about.”

Poppy shrugs her shoulders and blows a raspberry right in her father’s face. “Let me go, I’m not going to school,” the five-year old squirms in her father’s grasp, less than thrilled at the prospect of getting dressed for school.

Simon briefly considers whether he should invest any more energy into their morning battle or if he should just concede and let his daughter win this round. Despite her protests, he keeps his hold on Poppy and tries his best to calm her down enough to reason with her. Sometimes Simon couldn’t believe this was his life, he was tussling with his daughter about getting ready for school, when in a past life all he was ever worried about was backing his team throughout a mission. He used to be a trained killer now the only thing he’s an expert at is making silly voices for all the book characters at bedtime.

“You were so excited about school just last night, what happened lovie, what’s going on with you?”

Poppy just stares at him with her big doe eyes, the ones that look exactly like her mother’s, and makes Simon’s chest ache painfully. It’s moments like these that make him feel like the grief would never end.

After a drawn-out minute, she finally squeaks out, “What if I don’t like school? What if people are mean to me?” Simon’s heart breaks at his little girl’s admission, he, of course, worried about those things too; he wasn’t sure he even wanted to send her off for hours every day, but he also knew that Poppy could handle it.

Simon grasps both of her much smaller hands, “You’re the best girl I know, what’s not to love yeah? I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends, sweetheart.” Simon isn’t sure who he’s reassuring more at this point, but he’ll say anything to get them both through this day and all the ones that come.

Poppy sighs loudly and by something short of a miracle, she concedes with getting dressed; Simon let her pick out her own outfit, in hopes that it would rekindle her previous excitement. It helped, but only marginally.

Standing in the doorway of the classroom, is not the teacher Simon had been expecting. When he thought of teachers, he imagined either super strict, uptight older women or bright and bubbly young women fresh out of university. You were neither of those – you wore a bright smile that reached your eyes, and your voice had the most warm and comforting lilt to it. Contrastingly, you were dressed head to toe in an all-black outfit, but it didn’t make you look dark and dreary, no, on you it worked quite well. Poppy finally, but reluctantly revealed herself from behind her father’s legs, and stepped forward to greet her new teacher.

“Hi! What’s your name?” you were clearly not from anywhere near, and Poppy immediately comments on it.

“My name is Poppy, like the flower, and you talk very funny.”

Simon groaned, “Poppy, that’s not very polite, love.”

“No, no it’s alright. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that this morning,” you laugh breezily, not affronted by the little girl’s observation. The sound of your laugh is like a mirage in a desert, and Simon is taken aback at how much the sound affected him. You crouch down and introduce yourself to Poppy, then rise to greet Simon as well. You hold out your hand, clearly in an attempt to shake his, and he shakes his head to clear his stupor and takes your hand. Your hands are much smaller than his own, and much softer, not calloused from battlefields and the hardships of life.

❀

You hope you’re coming off as a well put together adult, one who’s supposed to be in charge of people’s most precious gifts. Threatening to ruin your façade is the fact that you’re shaking hands with quite possibly the hottest man you’ve seen since you upturned your life and moved to London a few months ago. This is your student’s dad, jesus get a grip, you hastily remind yourself. You can’t help yourself though, and your eyes are roaming over his massive hands searching for a wedding band. You’re not sure whether it’s a good thing or not when you see there isn’t one. He’s hot, but he’s got a child, and you’ve just had your heart shattered into a million pieces this summer. The last thing you need is to be lusting after your student’s unreasonably hot father.

You’re not even sure you want to be here; nothing had gone the way you planned and now you’re a million miles away from your family – who had forewarned you that your ex maybe was not worth moving across the world for, but you were in love, you didn’t want to hear that.

Poppy, who seemingly gained some confidence, breezes past her father and finds her way easily into the classroom. You looked back up at her father, realizing you hadn’t caught his name – he tilts his head ever so slightly at you as if he’s trying to discreetly assess you and it makes your palms sweat.

“I didn’t catch your name, can’t call you Poppy’s dad all year now, can I?” you prod causally, laughing despite the stifling air that was forming between you two.

“You can call me Simon,” he replies elusively and suddenly you’re overcome with the feeling that there’s something mysterious about this man – and as attractive as he is, the revelation also makes you feel unnerved.

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j0hnj4ej3n · 2 years ago

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nct dream's reaction to you sleeping on the couch

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: slight angst, slight mentions of overthinking and being anxious

Notes: here’s a new post for you all hehe! hope you enjoy this one like i enjoyed writing it~ do send in feedback and requests if you all have any, thank you for reading and take care <3 sending you all lots of love~

𔘓Mark:

It was silly really, you felt so petty for doing this but you really did not want to lie in bed with Mark now. You were still upset and you know he’ll still try to cuddle you, he doesn’t like letting you go to bed without talking things out, without solving things and making sure you two are alright. So you grab a spare blanket from the closet and your pillow from beside Mark, ready to settle for the couch tonight. “Babe, what are you doing?”Mark asks cautiously, already on his feet trailing behind you. “I’ll sleep outside tonight,” you mutter just loud enough for him to hear. “Come on, don’t be like this…” Mark says with a sigh, pulling your pillow gently out of your hands, tossing them back on the bed. It’s fine, you think to yourself, you don’t need the pillow, there’s cushions on the couch anyway. You continue to make your way out of the bedroom when Mark tugs on your wrist, pulling you into his embrace. His arms wrap around your waist, chest against your back as he leans into the crook of your neck. With the blanket still hanging from your arm, you use your free hand to try and pry Mark’s arms away. “I’m sorry…” Mark whispers and you can feel his lips moving against your shoulder, his breath tickling your exposed skin. You’re beginning to lose your resolve, you try one last time to get Mark to let you go because you’re still upset. But that feeling is slowly dissolving as Mark only holds you tighter. “I’m still mad at you…” you tell him, almost as a reminder to yourself too as you feel yourself giving in to him already. “I’m sorry… please baby.” Mark places a light kiss on your shoulder and you physically melt, relaxing against his chest. “Okay… fine. But I’m still not happy with you.” Mark kisses the space between your neck and shoulder, and you can feel him smile against your skin. “I’ll be better,” he says as he pulls the blanket from your grasp, leaving it at the foot of the bed. Mark turns you around by the shoulder, holding you to face him before leaning his forehead against yours. “Forgive me?” He whispers against your lips, you sigh because you know you already have, and all you want to do is get under the covers with him and fall asleep in his arms. So you nod and bring your hand up to cup his cheek, Mark leaning into your touch. His nose nudges yours gently as if asking for permission before he leans in to capture your lips between his. It’s soft and painfully slow, like he’s still cautious and your hand that was on his cheek slides to the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mark’s eager to make up for making you upset, so he pulls you in by the waist, tilting his head to kiss you more deeply. And just like that, the argument from before is long forgotten.

𔘓Renjun:

“You’re being dramatic y/n.” Renjun spits out when you gather your pillow and blanket to go to the living room. You say nothing, only glaring at him before you leave your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. It didn’t start out as an argument but your bickering turned heated without the two of you anticipating it. In the end, you both said some pretty nasty things to each other. It wasn’t uncommon since both you and Renjun are pretty quick to anger but it never feels nice to be fighting. The tension was so thick, you can’t even imagine lasting the whole night sleeping beside Renjun. So you left, it’s better than staying and risking another round of arguing. You’re finally comfortable on the couch when you hear your bedroom door open, Renjun stands, holding the door handle. “Are you really going to sleep out there?” He asks, still with an irritated tone. “Yes.” “Come back to bed,” Renjun almost demands and you just turn your back towards him, pulling your blanket over your head. You’re literally the most stubborn person Renjun has ever met. He sighs, he doesn’t like this one bit. But Renjun’s not ready to let his pride go just yet, letting out a sigh before he says, “Suit yourself, I’m going to bed,” making sure he says it loud enough for you to hear from under your blanket. You pull the blanket off your head, your hair sprawled out once you heard Renjun retreating back into the room. You can’t believe he’s actually leaving you out here like that, you cross your arms over your chest busy being upset as you stare at the ceiling, dwelling in your ugly feelings towards your boyfriend. Renjun isn’t any different, he hates how cold he feels without you lying next to him. He can’t fall asleep, his eyes trained on the closed door, wondering if you’ve fallen asleep. After what felt like hours (it has been hours actually), Renjun had enough. He opens the door quietly, peeking his head out, only to see your figure breathing slowly, half of your blanket hanging off the couch. He can’t help but smile, he always thought you look adorable when you’re asleep. Renjun isn’t even mad anymore, he honestly can’t even remember what you two really fought about or why you two got so upset. He walks up to you, brushing strands of hair away from your face as he softly calls out to you. “Y/n, love. Wake up,” as Renjun gently shakes you awake. Your eyes slowly open, still filled with sleep and they’re met with Renjun’s soft smile. “Come back to bed? Can’t sleep without you.” You’re still so sleepy, you don’t even question it as you hum in response and begin to sit up. Renjun gathers your stuff and reaches down to slide his fingers between yours, you hold his hand with your eyes closed, letting him guide you back into the bedroom.

𔘓Jeno:

Jeno has been gaming hours and you’ve been waiting for him all this time to just pay attention to you. He was the one who wanted you to come over after all. You two have a date planned for tomorrow but Jeno suggested for you to stay the night so you two can spend more time together. But he’s been gaming with Haechan and Jisung since after dinner. “No..NO NO shit, Haechan what are you doing?!” You see the big block letters, ‘GAME OVER’, on Jeno’s screen for the nth time and by now you’re glaring holes into the back of his head. But he was too busy laughing and talking about another round to notice. You finally speak up, “Lee Jeno, if you dare play another round, I’m going home.” Jeno whips his head around so fast and is immediately met with your stern glare. He mumbles an ‘oh shit’ before he quickly tells the guys, “I gotta go… I can’t, she’ll kill me…” before he hangs up and exits the game. Jeno finally stands from his chair and turns to smile at you sheepishly, “Sorry baby, I-”, “Why did you invite me over if you’re just going to game all night?” “I promise we didn’t mean to play that many rounds, it's just-” “Forget it, I don’t even want to know. Don’t call me over next time if you plan to ignore me and game instead.” You tell him as you take the spare blanket Jeno brought out for you and leave the room. “B-baby, where are you going?” “I’m sleeping on the couch.” Jeno blocks your way and takes the blanket from you. “No, take the bed.” Jeno knows you’re really upset with him. He knows it’s worse because it’s about gaming again, this isn’t the first time and it’s his fault really. Plus, he will never ever let you sleep on the couch, not over his dead body. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he lets you do that? “That’s your room…” “It’s fine, I know I made you upset and you need your space… I’ll give that to you, but the bed’s more comfortable so you should sleep there.” Jeno tells you sincerely and you can’t even stay angry at him. You hate it, Jeno’s always so sweet, you never get to stay mad at him like you want to. “I’ll feel bad if you sleep on the couch while I sleep on your bed…” Jeno smiles at that, he thinks you’re so cute but he also wonders if that means you’re no longer upset. “I’m really sorry baby, I’ll be more mindful next time.” He tells you as he holds your small hand in his, bending down slightly to look into your eyes. “If you do it again, I’m really going to go home next time.” “It won’t happen again, I promise,” Jeno says as he holds out his pinky. You try to hold back your chuckle as you wrap your pinky around his. Jeno beams and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek before he drags you gently by the arm back to his bed.

𔘓Haechan:

Haechan is pissing you off again. It’s nothing serious really, it's a common occurrence for you to banish yourself to the couch for shits and giggles, mostly to just get a reaction out of Haechan. “Ahh okay, baby, baby… I’ll stop please come back,” Haechan whines as he clings onto your arm for dear life as you settle yourself on the couch. “I simply refuse to sleep in the same bed as you after you chose Renjun over me.” Laughter erupts from Haechan, “Baby, I was kidding! Seriously, come back to bed, you know I can’t sleep without you.” “Deserved. Suffer, I don’t care.” You say as you swat his hand away from your arm. “You’re evil…” Haechan says as he looks down at you with narrowed eyes. You scoff and push him one last time before you lie down on the couch, trying to get comfortable with Haechan watching beside you. “You leave me no choice baby,” he says as he joins you on the couch, you huff as you feel his body weight on you. “Get off!” “Never! If you want to sleep here, I’m sleeping here too!” Haechan retorts from above you as he tangles his legs with yours, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. You try to wrestle and shove him off from below but he quickly holds your arms down, trapping you before he attacks your face with kisses, purposely making loud smooches with each kiss. “Argh, okay, enough!” You whine as you try to get him to stop. Haechan stops to push himself up, his knees on either side of you now, adorning a smug grin on his face at his victory. He knows you’re not actually upset, he knows you like the back of his hand and gave you exactly the reaction you wanted. He thinks you’re so cute everytime you pretend to get upset over every small thing just to get him to smother you with affection. If you wanted his attention, you could always just ask and he’d drop everything for you. Haechan looks down at you and the glint in his eye tells you he’s up to no good. “W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask and Haechan only smirks before he leans down to plant a firm kiss on your cheek, then another on the corner of your lips. “Nothing, you’re just so cute.” Haechan says right before he kisses you, his lips moving expertly against yours, sucking gently on your bottom lip. You’re shocked but just as you’re about to kiss him back properly, Haechan pulls away. “Okay, time to sleep,” he says as he snuggles back into the crook of your neck. Haechan knows exactly how to tease you and piss you off, sometimes you question why you love him so much. You land a light smack to the back of his head for teasing you and he clutches the back of his head as he chuckles, the two of you bickering slightly before eventually falling asleep.

𔘓Jaemin:

You’ve been lying on the couch for quite awhile, still sulking and overthinking from having a slight disagreement with Jaemin. It wasn’t like the two of you argued or anything, it was a mere disagreement. But any form of conflict scares you quite a bit, so you banished yourself to the couch for a timeout. Jaemin knows how you get when things like that happen, even though he sees conflict as something that happens more often than not in a relationship, he knows you’re easily affected by them. So he gives you your time. But he can’t help but feel worried, afraid you’ll begin overthinking too much over something that could be resolved by talking things out and seeking to understand each other. So Jaemin leaves the room to check up on you. “Honey?” Jaemin calls out, trying not to startle you since you were deep in thought. “Hm?” You reply as Jaemin comes to sit with you. You push yourself up from your lying position and Jaemin looks at you with a comforting smile, brushing hair away from your face and tugging them behind your ears. “Are you okay?” Jaemin asks as he reaches down to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb smoothly over your knuckles. “Yeah… I just, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things worse than it is or anything. I just shut down so quickly when things like this happen…” “You have nothing to be sorry about baby,” Jaemin tells you as he pulls you closer to him. “It happens, sometimes we disagree, sometimes we argue. That doesn’t mean anything bad will happen, we just need to talk and be honest, right? You know I still love you even if we do argue, right?” You keep quiet and Jaemin looks down at you. “You know that right?” And for some silly reason, your eyes begin to fill with tears. You’re not very good at fighting or even communicating and your mind always leads you to assume the worst of outcomes, so when Jaemin asked you this question, your thoughts and emotions are at war within you and all you want to do is cry. Jaemin is quick to catch on, “Oh baby…” he coos as he wraps you in his arms. “I’ll always love you y/n, even if we fight all day, I’ll still always love you.” Your heart swells and you hug him back because you just love him so much right now. You’re an emotional and sensitive person, you always have been. And you’re just so grateful because Jaemin is being so patient with you. “I love you too, thank you for being so good to me Jaem,” “Of course honey… ready to come back to bed with me?” Jaemin asks you as he stares at you with his pretty, sparkly eyes. And you chuckle as you nod. “Okay, let’s go!” Jaemin says as he picks you up like you weigh nothing. Your legs come up to hook around his waist, his hands holding your thighs firmly as the two of you make your way back into your dimly lit bedroom.

𔘓Chenle:

“Your dad is the worst person ever right now… how do you even put up with him?” You ask Daegal, who’s lying with you on the couch. “Stop bad mouthing me to my daughter…” Chenle says from the room. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter more to yourself than anything. When suddenly, Daegal is being taken out of your arms. “Hey!” “‘Hey’ what? She’s MY dog…” You frown at Chenle who only frowns harder back at you. “Come in if you want to cuddle with her,” he says just before he closes the room door. “Are you bribing me?” “You wish, I just don’t want Daegal to be a child of divorce.” “I’m staying out here…” “Fine, be that way!” “Fine!” You shout back as you stick your tongue out at Chenle, who sticks his back at you before he closes the door, leaving you alone in the living room. You can hear the basketball game highlights playing from the TV in your room and you only feel more annoyed. Chenle doesn’t even care that you’re sulking out here all by yourself? So you plug your airpods in, put on your sleep playlist and try to sleep off your annoyance. It never lasts long anyway, you and Chenle have many petty arguments. Most times it’s nothing too serious, the two of you just being too prideful to lose or be the first to say sorry. The two of you would ignore each other for a while, give each other enough space before going back to normal. The two of you get annoyed easily but with each other, the annoyance fades almost as quickly. Chenle comes out after a while, a blanket in hand as he walks over to you. You’re fast asleep on the couch, breathing slow, your cheek squished against the couch cushion. Chenle chuckles as he pulls his phone out, snapping a quick picture before he drapes the blanket over you. He feels kinda bad for leaving you to sleep out here on your own as he tucks you in properly, making sure you’re all covered. But he knows you’ll still be cranky if he wakes you up now to bring you inside. So Chenle gently pulls out your airpods, keeping them properly, placing them on the coffee table. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and you stir in your sleep. He thinks you’re so cute even though you two had the pettiest argument less than an hour ago and decides that he’ll say sorry in his own way tomorrow morning. This resulted in you waking up to breakfast in bed (or in this case, the couch) and whatever nonsense you two were arguing about was long forgotten. No verbal apologies were said between the two of you, but you know Chenle making you breakfast was his way of making it up to you. So you make sure you give him the biggest kiss and warmest hug as a ‘thank you’ and ‘i’m sorry too’.

𔘓Jisung:

The room is quiet, you and Jisung had an argument on the way home and you’ve been giving him the silent treatment since you got home. It’s weird, you’re still upset and Jisung doesn’t know what else to say to you. The tension is so thick, it makes you feel suffocated so you decided that you’ll just sleep on the couch tonight. You take your pillow and leave the room, Jisung’s eyes follow you as you walk out. “Baby…” you hear him calling from behind you. “I don’t want to talk right now, I’ll just sleep outside tonight.” “But isn’t the couch uncomfortable?” Jisung asks, you know it’s not a real question, he’s just trying to subtly change your mind. “Y/n… can you not do this? I don’t like it when we’re like this,” Jisung says while you begin to settle on the couch. “We’ll talk tomorrow Jisung, I just can’t deal with it right now. Need my space,” you tell him without really looking at him, pretending to be busy fluffing your pillow before you lie down, your back facing him. You can hear Jisung sigh and the sound of his feet dragging against the floor. He bends down over you to place a kiss on the top of your head, before he drags himself back into the room, never closing the door behind him. Even in different rooms, the air is still, tension swimming between the two of you. You and Jisung both know neither of you are asleep, this is a first. You two always make up before going to bed, you’ve always slept in the same room no matter what. But you’re just tired, Jisung is too. This is a first and it scares Jisung to death, he can’t even bring himself to close his eyes no matter how loudly his body and mind are screaming for some sleep. You’re no different, what insanity even came over you to pull this move? Your stomach feels funny, even with a blanket hugging your figure, you feel cold, it’s not the same without Jisung holding you to sleep. The clock that hangs on your wall reads 3:28AM, you’re lying on your back now, your arm falling off the couch but you don’t bother to move, you’re more awake than ever, considering if you should just head back inside. Just then, you hear shuffling from the bedroom and you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. As you feel Jisung get closer, you keep your eyes closed, waiting for something to happen. You hear a soft thud beside you, then Jisung’s warm fingers holding your hand that hangs off the couch. “Goodnight baby,” you hear from beside you and when you open your eyes to take a peek, Jisung’s on the floor beside you, eyes closed and his hand never letting go until the two of you fall asleep.

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lovelynim · 11 months ago

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Honkai Star Rail - Caelus x Dan Heng

A/N: It took me a few tries to get this one going because it's been a while since we had the Ghostly Grove event. Thanks to the wikia, I was able to read some of those dialogues and bring this little prompt back, hehe ~

Summary: After reading some "weird" comments about Caelus in the Ghostly Grove blog, Dan Heng starts to feel a little... jealous.

Word count: 1207 words

A loud thud echoed through the Astral Express’s Passanger Cabin, followed by the sound of someone’s desperate, helpless begging. “D-Dan Heng! Wahahait, p-please, ahahAHAH!!” Caelus cackled, wrapping his arms around his own torso in a fruitless attempt to stop the endless and merciless tickle assault that has been going for Aeons-know-how-long.

The trailblazer couldn’t figure out what he did to deserve such a treatment, and if Caelus didn’t know Dan Heng for long, this would be easily mistaken by some kind of murder attempt.

On top of that - and to add to Caelus’s demise - Dan Heng seemed to be awfully annoyed. No, maybe “angry” was a better word to describe him. Even while vigorously digging his fingers into Caelus’s sides, pinching over his ribs and prodding at his underarms, sending him into a fit of hysterics, Dan Heng kept a straight, serious face, with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

Caelus’s white tank top did little to no effect in protecting his torso from the tickling and no matter how much he squirmed or curled up, Dan Heng would still find an opening to strike. “I-I cahAHAhan’t breheheath! J-Just a brehEHEHeheak!”

“Yet you still can talk,” Dan Heng muttered coldly, grabbing both Caelus’s wrists and effortlessly pushing them high above his head.

Caelus let out a surprised squeal, already pressing his eyes shut to prepare himself for the next round of tickling. However, when it didn’t happen, Caelus slowly opened one of his eyes, peeking at his partner. “D-did I… do something w-wrohohong?” Caelus giggled nervously, already dying with anticipation when he saw Dan Heng’s free hand hovering over his body.

“No. Better saying, not necessarily,” Dan Heng continued with the same cold voice tone, but, for the first time in a while, Caelus could finally look him in the eyes.

“T-thehen, ahm, are you m-mad- wait! Wait wait, I’m not dohohone talking!” Caelus desperately pleaded when he felt Dan Heng pulling his shirt up, exposing his bare stomach. The cold air in Dan Heng’s room made goosebumps cover Caelus’s smooth skin, his body trembling just with the idea of getting tickled some more. “A-are you mad ahahat me?” Caelus continued, quickly looking back and forth between Dan Heng’s face and free hand, trying to prepare himself for a possible attack.

“...no,” Dan Heng hesitated, watching Caelus trying to suck his stomach away from that evil, threatening hand that was resting just inches away.

“S-so can y-yohohou let me g-go?” Caelus bit his inner lip, trying to shake Dan Heng off his lap with no avail. “Or go a lihihittle easier?”

“Also no,” Dan Heng snapped back promptly, deciding that those seconds were more than enough for Caelus to catch up his breath.

“T-thehen why?!” Caelus asked - his voice full of panic, fear, but with a pinch of excitement - just as Dan Heng’s fingers were about to touch his sides. Against all the odds, the trailblazer sighed relaxed when he noticed that his question bought him some more time.

“Because you’re too popular.”

Tightening the grip around Caelus’s wrists and making sure they were pinned against the soft mattress, Dan Heng leaned forward and looked straight down to his boyfriend. Caelus gulped, noticing how serious Dan Heng was about… his reasons to nearly tickle him to death. “T-too… popular..?” He hesitated, but asked, ignoring the chances of getting wrecked right away.

“Ever since you started helping that girl with the videos for the Ghostly Grove blog,” Dan Heng explained, caressing Caelus’s torso with the back of his fingers, gently stroking all the way from Caelus’s waist to his ribcage, even pushing his shirt a little further up, “there’ve been an awful lot of comments asking her about a tall, gray-haired hot guy. Do you know who this person is, Caelus?”

“A-ahm, heh… is it me..?” Caelus giggled, half because of the nervousness, half because of the light strokes against his bare upper body.

“Yes, it is you. And did you know that… some of them,” Dan Heng continued, gently pressing his palm against the middle of Caelus’s chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat. He smirked, “were bold enough to ask if this hot guy in question was… single?”

“A-ah!” Caelus gasped, feeling the heat spread over his face and down to his neck. “I-I know, but I always said I wahahas tahahaken! D-Dan Heng, plehehease!”

Before he could finish talking, Dan Heng’s hand had already moved down. Using just a finger to circle Caelus’s navel, the Astral Express’s archivist made sure to keep his boyfriend giggling and, above that, remember him that this was supposed to be a punishment.

“I know you did, I watched your videos. They were pretty fun,” Dan Heng chuckled, moving his hand a bit to the side so he could grab Caelus’s hip, using his thumb to playfully brush right above the bone. All Caelus could do was stiffen his body, hold back his laughter and pray that sensation didn’t grow any worse. “But that didn’t seem to be enough to your ‘fans’, Caelus.”

“B-but- ahahah, it’s nohohot my fahahault!”

“I know that, but you can’t blame me… for feeling jealous when there are so many people with their eyes on my boyfriend, can you?” Dan Heng smirked as he looked down to Caelus’s face, admiring how adorably desperate he looked right now. “So I just want to spend some time with you and make sure you’ll never pay mind to those shameless fans of yours.”

And before he could protest or argue back, Dan Heng resumed the ticklish assault. Caelus couldn’t tell if it was thanks to now having his skin exposed or because of Dan Heng’s ruthless teasing, but, Aeons, it tickled so much more this time.

“What if we asked Guinaifen to give you some days off the blog, hm? Maybe this would help to calm that fanbase of yours a little,” Dan Heng suggested, barely able to hold back his own chuckles of amusement.

“AhahAHAH, plehehehease!! I-It tihihihickles!! I cahAHahan’t!! ~” Caelus cackled like an emanator of Elation. Some of the small tears that formed on the corner of his eyes began to roll down his cheeks as Caelus thrashed his head.

“Well, she could also hire someone to moderate her comment section and ban some of those bold fans. Is there a way for me to send those suggestions to her?” Dan Heng continued to talk, pretending that his boyfriend could properly answer him.

“N-nahAHAhat theheheree!!” Caelus whined through his laughter when Dan Heng’s hand made its way to his outstretched, exposed underarm and tickled it with ease. The trailblazer arched his back, using the last bits of his strength to fight back that sensation one last time, but all he earned was a confused, partly curious, head tilt from his boyfriend, who continued to look down at him with serious, cold eyes.

“‘Not there’? You mean we shouldn’t ban them only in the comment section, but in the whole blog? That’s actually a good idea. I knew you’d understand my point,” Dan Heng teased, managing to kiss Caelus’s cheek without getting hit by an accidental headbutt.

“Now, what should we do with those forums’ chats about you? Ah, don’t worry… we have plenty of time to discuss them, Caelus ~”

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