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rensukepie ยท 2 days ago
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๐šเน‹เฃญโญ‘ โ€œyou say itโ€™s big, but you take it.โ€ โ”ˆโ”€โ˜… n. s
contains : virginity loss, big d!ck nagi :3, size difference, slight tummy bulge, praise, heโ€™s talking you through it A LOTTT, nagi teaches reader how to give a blowjob ^___^!, pussay eating, established relationship, nagi jerking off to you ^3^, pull out, this oneโ€™s a little longer than my other works!!, aftercare, dumbification(?), kinda possessive nagi if you squint
youโ€™re scared of losing your virginity, you really are. that is, until you ask nagi to take it from you.
character is aged up!
mdni!!!!! (minors do NOT interact)
a/n : ty @kittenish0 for requesting some nagi smut! happy new years to you as well! iโ€™ve wanted to write him for a while now :3
nsfw under the cut
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he was surprised to find out you were a virgin early on in the relationship.
โ€œhow could someone so pretty like her be a virgin?โ€ he thought to himself frequently. you were so, so pretty to him.
you were glad that he wasnโ€™t pushing you to have sex like the other people before. heโ€™s so gentle, so patient with you. you wonder how someone like him can handle someone like youโ€”behavior wise.
every time you two kiss, you always have to pull away before it gets too heated. youโ€™re scared of having sex, you really, really are, but youโ€™ve always considered nagi to be the one to take your virginity away from you.
โ€œmโ€™sorry seiโ€ฆ. not ready yetโ€ฆโ€ you say, face buried into his shoulder along with your arms hung around them.
โ€œitโ€™s okay babyโ€ฆ when youโ€™re ready, youโ€™re ready, right? doesnโ€™t have to be immediatelyโ€ฆโ€ he reassures, kissing your cheek.
โ€ฆ. โ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
it got him so, so fucking hard when you told him that youโ€™re a virgin. the thoughts rushing to his head on how he can teach you how to take his dick, the pretty sounds youโ€™d make, the possible bulge his cock can (will) show in your stomach, everything is rushing to his head.
so after that little restaurant date between the two of you, he goes back home to his apartment and jerks his cock off to every single thought about you, pretending his fist is your pretty, wet cunt taking all of him.
โ€œfffuckโ€” babyโ€ฆ gonna make me cum.. so tightโ€ฆโ€
โ€ฆ. โ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
itโ€™s been a couple of months since the two of you got together. youโ€™ve done so many things together and your friends and his friends combined both think you two are cute together.
you figured it was about time to have sex at this point, so you decide to make your move tonight, but how? youโ€™ve never done something like this before, nor ever felt this way for someone ever.
โ€œyou ready for our movie night date? :xโ€
โ€œmhm! coming over right now sei!โ€
โ€œcanโ€™t wait to see you angel, really missed youโ€
for some reason, that text he sent made your face so red and flushed! anticipation, maybe?
โ€ฆ. โ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
youโ€™re currently on his bed, blanket on both of your laps, head on his shoulder as you two watch the movie you both agreed on.
โ€œseiโ€ฆ can i tell you something?โ€
โ€œhm? go ahead.โ€ he says, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.
โ€œi wanna try itโ€ฆ. want you to be my first time seiโ€ฆiโ€™ve been thinking about it all weekโ€ฆโ€ you say while grabbing his arm, face flushed in a shade of red.
โ€œare you sure, baby? this is so suddenโ€ฆ donโ€™t wanna hurt you or anything..โ€
โ€œim sure seiโ€ฆ think mโ€™readyโ€ฆโ€ you say in that sweet, sweet tone you always have, the one that he hears every time you speak to him.
โ€ฆโ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
โ€œgonna take it slow for you, โ€˜kay?โ€ he whispers in your ear, his body hovering over yours on the bed with his knee in between your thigh before kissing your soft, pretty lips, your arms over his shoulders with his hands at your waist.
โ€œsโ€”seishiroโ€ฆ. mmโ€ฆโ€ you whimper into the kiss as he brushes his knee slightly against your clothed cunt.
โ€œhm? feels good?โ€ he teases, breaking the kiss to start kissing all over your neck and down.
you love the way his lips feel on your body. the way he asks you if it feels goodโ€”itโ€™s all too much! and he knows that itโ€™s too much for you with the way your already whimpering on the fact that heโ€™s getting closer to your pretty pussy.
โ€œyouโ€™re so prettyโ€ฆ can kiss your body forever, angel.โ€ he murmurs, placing kisses on your inner thighs before he places a kiss right on your cunt thatโ€™s still clothed in a pair of lacy panties. โ€œfuckโ€”these are so cute on you, babyโ€ฆโ€
he plays with your sensitive bud with his fingers through the wetโ€”soiled fabric, but not for long before heโ€™s asking to take off your panties.
โ€œgonna take these off of you now, that okay with you, pretty?โ€
โ€œmhmโ€ฆ go ahead seiโ€ฆ pleaseโ€ฆโ€ you plead desperately to the point where itโ€™s almost embarrassing.
โ€œmmโ€” thatโ€™s a good girl..โ€ he says as he takes off your panties slowly, kissing your pussy once more before licking the slit with his skilled tongue along with sucking your sensitive bud. โ€œdoes it feel good, hm?โ€
โ€œseishiroโ€”! mmfโ€ฆ fffuckkโ€”!โ€ you moan at the new feeling, gripping at his soft white hair. if you knew it felt so good, you wouldโ€™ve told him to do this sooner!
you swear that heโ€™s humming into your cunt on purpose to make you squirm around him! heโ€™s moaning saying how good you taste and fuckโ€” itโ€™s having an effect on you. you can feel that your about to cum despite the fact that you donโ€™t even know how it feels to do so.
โ€œsโ€”seiโ€ฆ i think mโ€™gonna cum soonโ€ฆ haahโ€ฆโ€”โ€œ
โ€œyeah? you feel it, angel? cum for meโ€ฆ youโ€™re doing so well.โ€
you swear that you could see literal stars as your orgasm washed over you. little whimpers of โ€œmโ€™cumming seiโ€ฆ mmfโ€ฆ!โ€ coming out of your mouth.
โ€œmm.. thats it, sweet girlโ€ฆ feel good?โ€
โ€ฆโ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
โ€œgonna teach you how to suck my dick now, yeah?โ€ he whispers, kissing your neck before he takes off his sweatpants and boxers, his rock hard cock on display for you.
he knows that his cock isnโ€™t the average size. itโ€™s thick with pre all over his pink tip and it has a little prominent vein and holy shitโ€”itโ€™s making you so wet!
โ€œseishiroโ€ฆ itโ€™s sโ€™bigโ€ฆ donโ€™t think i can take all of itโ€ฆโ€ you say, looking at it with big, curious eyes.
โ€œsโ€™okay babyโ€ฆ donโ€™t need to take all of it..โ€ he says, thumb rubbing your face.
โ€ฆโ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
โ€œfocus on the tipโ€ฆ โ€˜s sensitive thereโ€ฆโ€ he says, your lips and tongue on his tip tasting his pre. โ€œahhโ€”shitโ€ฆ! youโ€™re doing so well, angel. so good fโ€™meโ€ฆโ€ he moans, his hand on your head. โ€œyou think you can take a bit more of me, hm? just a little more down?โ€
โ€œmโ€”mhmโ€ฆ i wanna try itโ€ฆ want to make you feel good too, sei..โ€
fuck.
it takes everything in him to not plow his big cock into your insides and completely ruin you. but of course, he holds back, it is your first time after all. he doesnโ€™t wanna ruin his pretty girl juuust yet!
โ€œmmfโ€ฆ youโ€™re such a sweet girl, so perfect..โ€ he smiles, thumb rubbing your face once more.
โ€ฆโ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
โ€œspit on your palm fโ€™meโ€ฆ that way, you can move your fist up and down for the part that you canโ€™t take, โ€˜kay?โ€
you spit onto your palm, globs of it falling down. you begin to suck him once more, taking more of his cock into your mouth this time.
he doesnโ€™t expect you to take all of him into his mouth, especially since itโ€™s your first time, but again, it really, really takes everything inside of him to not grip your hair and bob your head up and down on his cock.
youโ€™re doing a lot more then he expected from a virgin. youโ€™ve taken a good amount of him inside of your mouth, using your spit covered fist to jerk off the rest of his cock that couldnโ€™t fit in your mouth.
โ€œfuckโ€”are you sure youโ€™re a virgin, baby? youโ€™re so good at thisโ€ฆhaahโ€”such a fast learner, arenโ€™t you?โ€ whimpers coming out of his mouth, the familiar feeling of cumming soon rushing over his body.
โ€œgonna cum soon, angelโ€ฆ ohh shittโ€”โ€ฆ take it baby, take all of my cum in your mouthโ€ฆ thatโ€™s itโ€ฆโ€
โ€ฆโ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
โ€œtell me when youโ€™re ready, okay? gonna take it nice and slow fโ€™you, sweet girl.โ€ he responds, looking at you from underneath, his cock in his hand.
โ€œmโ€”mhmโ€ฆ think mโ€™ready nowโ€ฆ you got me so wet seiโ€ฆโ€
โ€œsheโ€™s so cute when she gets like thisโ€ฆโ€ he thinks, moving his cock back and forth on your folds and slapping his cock onto your clit, teasing you so that he can hear your pretty, soft moans.
โ€œmmfโ€”! stop teasing me seishiroโ€ฆ pleaseโ€ฆโ€ you pout for a little bit, finally feeling his cock stretch you out for the first time. it burns, but the feeling begins to turn into pleasure.
โ€œfuck, you feel so good, babyโ€ฆโ€ he murmurs into your neck, thrusting his big cock inside of you slowly. โ€œyou alright? does it feel good, hm? want your first time to be perfect..โ€
โ€œahh..! sโ€”sei! youโ€™re too bigโ€”haahโ€ฆ can feel your cock in my stomachโ€ฆโ€ you whimper, pulling his hand to the bulge in your stomach that shows each time he thrusts deep inside. โ€œfeels sooo good, babyโ€ฆ love your cock so muchโ€ฆ mmfโ€”!โ€
โ€œyeah? you like it, huh? only my cock can make you like this, sweet girlโ€ฆโ€ he knows youโ€™ve gone dumb on his cock already! only babbling words out of your mouth from what you can hear from your knowledge.
โ€œmโ€”mhm youโ€™re the only one seishiroโ€ฆ.gonna cum again soonโ€ฆโ€ you start rubbing your clit with your fingers, your cunt squeezing itself on his cock as you get closer to the edge.
โ€œmm!โ€” mโ€™cumming again seiโ€ฆ! gonna cumโ€ฆ ahhโ€”!โ€
right before heโ€™s about to cum, he pulls his cock out of your warm cunt, jerking it off infront of you as his cum goes right onto your stomach.
โ€ฆโ”ˆโ”€โ˜… ๐šเน‹เฃญ
he gets you a fresh pair of his clean clothes after your shower together, leaving a kiss on your cheek when he sees you on the bed.
โ€œyou okay, love?โ€ he asks with a gentle tone, water droplets falling from his hair since you both had just gotten out of the shower.
โ€œmhmโ€ฆ it felt really good, seiโ€ฆ thank youโ€ฆ wanna do it again soonโ€ฆโ€ you giggle softly, holding him tighter into your hug.
โ€œdonโ€™t thank me, babyโ€ฆ wanted your first time to be as perfect as possible.โ€ he says, kissing you once more before you both drift off to sleep.
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cinnamorollcrybaby ยท 1 day ago
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Mama, Iโ€™m in love with a criminal 4
Tags: Sukuna x fem!Reader, prisoner!Sukuna, modern au, no curse au, dead dove, vivid descriptions of violence including murder and sexual assault, dark romance trope, angst, read at your own discretion
Synopsis: Sukuna is in prison because of you. He's ordered to undergo weekly counseling sessions. Talking to his counselor about you, it's apparent that his obsession with you is quite concerning.
An: Reminder, this story is dark. Take care of your mental health first. Sexual assault will be briefly mentioned, but it will not be written about in detail. Sukuna is diagnosed with borderline personality disorder at the end of this session. I want to make it clear that it is not my intention to offend anyone with this diagnosis or demonize this diagnosis. It is used to make him feel more real, and it furthers the plot. Hope you guys enjoyโ€ฆ only one last part after this one <3.
Session one. | Session two. | Session three. | Session four.
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The counselor hadn't had time to do any more digging into Sukuna's case files this week. It was the end of the year โ€” holidays were coming up, and that meant that annual paperwork on all of his patients were due.
His caseload was becoming too much to manage all on his own. He was thankful that the jail was finally consulting him about hiring a social worker to help out with the workload.
Checking Sukuna's chart briefly, the counselor inhaled sharply. It was finally time to talk about the crime that landed him in prison. Sure, the counselor could drag this out. He could talk about every petty theft or assault case Sukuna had been charged with, but those were pointless to talk about in the grand scheme of things.
As if on cue, a large buzzer sounded, and Sukuna was shoved into the room with the counselor before promptly being locked inside. He was shackled as always, but his demeanor was different today.
He didn't have that calloused grin or careless attitude. He sat down on the couch with a small grunt before immediately laying his head back against the piece of furniture. His throat bobbed as he swallowed harshly.
It was as if Sukuna knew what the counselor was going to bring up today.
"How are you holding up this week, Sukuna?" The counselor asked. Normally, they'd skip pleasantries, but the counselor sensed that Sukuna needed some priming before he got to talking.
"How am I holding up?" Sukuna echoed with a humorless laugh before shaking his head. "Don't ask stupid fucking questions. This is a prison not a 10 hour shift at a fucking factory."
Well, so much for priming.
"You don't want to talk about her today?" The counselor asked, tapping his pen against his paper. "Or is there something you're not wanting to relive."
"I can talk about her until my lungs give out." Sukuna muttered in a pained tone. He rubbed his face with his hands, cuffs clinking around in the process. He groaned as he put his hands down. "Tell me what you think I don't want to relive." He finally demanded, turning the tables on the counselor.
The counselor widened his eyes as he was put on the spot. He immediately avoided Sukuna's lifeless glare. He was definitely testing him right now โ€” seeing if he kept up on his homework.
"You're not afraid of reliving your own pain. You don't want to relive mouse's pain." The counselor finally muttered out, using his knowledge of Sukuna to help guide him through his analysis.
Sukuna grunted in response, and the counselor took it as approval to keep going. "You weren't there to protect her. You feel like it's a failure on your end that what happened to her happened."
Sukuna's fists clenched, and his jaw tightened, but this didn't feel like his typical anger. It wasn't directed at anyone else besides himself.
"You got there a little too late. You saw what was happening to her, and you went into a blind rage. Your normal brutal, methodical, unique style to killing your victims went out the window. He needed to die right then, didn't he?" The counselor pressed on. He kept his hands on his lap to defend himself in case he said anything that teetered the line. Though, there really was no defending himself against Sukuna's hulking figure.
"He didn't deserve to live." Sukuna's voice was a low growl. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as he was reminded of his last moments with you before he incarceration.
The prisoner suddenly reached out, and the counselor flinched far back into his seat upon reflex, but Sukuna was faster. He grabbed the counselor by his dress shirt, and he patted around on his body. "I know you record these sessions, doc. I want this next part to be off the record." He demanded as he continually searched for a recording device.
The counselor tried fighting him off, but Sukuna was still stronger while he was handcuffed. "Fine-! Here! All you had to do was ask for this part to be off the record." The counselor shouted before he threw his pen over to Sukuna.
His pen had a secret recording device hidden inside, and it was promptly cut off when Sukuna snapped the pen in half without a second thought. He then threw it at the wall, ensuring that nothing would be listening in on what he was about to say.
Sitting back in his seat, he let out another stressed sigh. His twin brother's murder was a well kept secret thanks to his skills of covering up evidence, but this was his best kept secret. It physically pained him to say the words out loud.
"Mouse wanted a normal... domestic life, and I wanted to give her whatever she asked for. I started an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop, and I worked at a bike shop on the side so she could focus on figuring out what she wanted to do with life." He started off slowly. The counselor was still rattled from their physical altercation, but he was already enthralled by Sukuna's story telling abilities.
"I didn't care what I did as long as I got to be in her life. Coming home after sixteen hour shifts felt like paradise when I got to slide into bed next to her. She was the only piece of heaven that I'll ever see." Sukuna went on. His eyes were aimed at the broken pen in the corner, fully reliving what it was like to just be yours.
"Your tattoos... those came from your apprenticeship?" The counselor asked, finally taking the time to ask about the markings that covered Sukuna's body and face.
The prisoner looked at his arms and shook his head. "No, these came from over the years." He said as he slowly rose from the chair. He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and shoved it down around his waist to reveal a white undershirt that covered his broad, muscular torso.
Sukuna clearly had nothing else better to do other than work out while he was incarcerated.
The marking covered his neck, shoulders, arms, back, and chest. The counselor marveled at them for a minute, wondering how long Sukuna had to sit in a chair for all of them to be completed.
"As a gift for finishing my apprenticeship, Mouse and I got tattoos together." Sukuna explained before he raised his undershirt up. Right there on his right ribcage โ€” a detailed portrait style tattoo of just your eyes stared back at the counselor.
Your eyes alone could tell a million words. They were gates directly to your soul. The counselor didn't know what you looked like. Your face had been scrubbed from every news outlet that reported on Sukuna's case, and the counselor couldn't remember if he saw your face in court or not.
"Does she have your eyes tattooed as well?" The counselor asked. It was the safer option because he was sure that Sukuna would probably kill him if he complimented your eyes.
"She had this-" he gestured to the tattoo that was placed on his forehead directly between his eyes, "tattooed on her back, and I tattooed my name across her ribcage in the same place I have her eyes tattooed." Sukuna explained before he redressed himself and sat back down.
"She also has a tiny mouse tattooed behind her ear. All of her work is done by me." He explained.
"Wait- You didn't come up with mouse on the spot?" The counselor asked. "That nickname actually has any meaning?"
Sukuna snickered from the counselor's assumptions. "Nah. When we were little and she wasn't talking to me yet, I use to tease her and say she was as quiet as a church mouse."
The counselor gave a small laugh, and he allowed for the silence to fill the room once more, signaling that Sukuna should get back on topic.
"I was working late most nights, and I told her it'd be worth it once I started making some real money. I just wanted to give her the life she never had. I could've provided her with peace." Sukuna explained, his eyes going back dull as all the fun was sucked right back out of the conversation.
"One night, she wanted to surprise me with my favorite dinner. I always told her not to go out alone at night. She usually waited for me to get off work if she needed to go to the store, but I guess she was worried about burdening me... foolish girl." He muttered as he stared down at his palms.
The counselor swallowed harshly, knowing what was coming next. He normally wasn't so emotionally invested in his client's lives, but Sukuna had a way of drawing him in. He was rooting for you even if he knew the result of what happened that night.
"She wasn't stupid though. Mouse was resourceful. She had a heart of gold, but she wasn't naive. She took one of my blade's with her, and she concealed it in her purse." Sukuna explained as his hands picked at the unhealed scabs on his knuckles once again.
"You don't have to go into detail. I'm honestly not sure if I could stomach that-" The counselor admitted. He knew it was unprofessional. He was supposed to be able to shoulder his clients' trauma, but he just didn't know if he could live with Sukuna's version of what happened to you.
"On her way home, that fucking... coward grabbed her. I don't- I don't know how far he got. She wouldn't tell me. I don't know if it was more for my sake or for hers." A shaky breath left his lips. He was grinding his teeth so hard that the counselor was even cringing.
"She managed to send me her location, and I immediately knew something was wrong. I just left the shop โ€” didn't bother locking up or even telling my client where I was going. By the time I got there, my little mouse's clothes were ripped. She was a mess. He was laid out on the ground. The motherfucker died from a few stab wounds, how fucking pathetic."
"What." The counselor said as his jaw dropped. All this time, he was told that Sukuna was only caught because he killed your assailant in a crime of passion, but that wasn't the truth. He had never been baffled like this for his entire career.
"Mouse isn't some defenseless damsel in distress. You think I'd let her walk around if I hadn't taught her self defense?" Sukuna asked as he looked up at the counselor. His jaw was tight and his gaze was narrow. "I'd be damned if I let her walk around without anyway to defend herself after the shit that went down with her dad and his temper."
The counselor stayed silent. Everything he had thought about Sukuna's final murder had been a lie. He didn't kill the poor bastard out of a crime of passion. You had killed your attacker, and Sukuna took the fall for it.
Everything he had done thus far was to protect you โ€” all of it. It was all for you.
"How did any of this end up pinned on you?" The counselor carefully asked while he was still trying to wrack his brain. A part of him wondered if Sukuna was lying, but there was no way Sukuna would lie and risk you getting into trouble for a crime that he committed.
"I have been involved in the justice system for so long. I know how crooked everything is. The district attorneys and judges aren't trying cases fairly and protecting the balance of the justice system. They're doing whatever they can to appease the politicians who have them in their back pockets. They'll sentence a serial rapist to 25 years in jail, but they'll sentence a woman defending herself from a rapist to life in jail. There's no justice in this system."
"I wasn't going to let that shit happen to mouse. I wasn't going to let her name be ruined because she defended herself and did what she had to do. I wasn't going to let her trauma be drug through court. She has so much ahead of her, and I-" Sukuna paused to take a ragged breath. It had been a long time since he had spewed out words so fast.
This was the first time he had ever been able to talk about this to anyone. Everyone fully believes that Sukuna happened to catch the guy assaulting you, and he killed him right then and there. No one knew that he hadn't been there to protect you. You had to resort to protecting yourself, and he fucking loathed the thought of you having to bear the weight of that sick son of a bitch's death on your shoulders.
For two years, he carried this weight around. It had been two years since he was sentenced. Two years since he last saw you.
He let a tear slip past his cheek. Just one -- he didn't bother to wipe it away. It was gone as soon as it had appeared.
"Take your time." The counselor murmured empathetically. This was a major break through with Sukuna. It was something that proved he wasn't a sociopath.
Sukuna could feel emotions. Perhaps, he felt them more than everyone else did. His anger was immediately rage. He was never just sad. Instead, he'd plummet into an unbeatable depression. His happiness felt like pure euphoria, and when he loved, he loved unconditionally hard.
He used you as an anchor for his tidal waves of emotions, basing them on how you acted โ€” the girl who didn't speak and wore a mask around other people. You two were truly made for each other.
If soulmates existed, you two would be the leading example.
Sukuna took another ragged breath, taking just another second to collect his thoughts. "She has so much ahead of her, and I only had her." He managed to grit out.
"Before she could even think about trying to stop me, I ripped the gloves off that I had been using to tattoo my client. I grabbed the blade from her, and I stabbed him 32 times. I brutalized his body to make sure neither the coroner nor the forensic pathologist would be able to distinguish her stab wounds from my own." He explained solemnly. His eyes were void of any emotion while talking about what he did to your assaulter.
"The police were looking for anything to pin on me anyways. They always had thought I got off easy on my juvenile cases, and they suspected I had something to do with Jin's disappearance. They just couldn't prove anything. So, when this opportunity fell into their lap, they ran with it."
"Why didn't you try to hide the body to get away with it?" The counselor asked. Sukuna's crimes were those of cold calculation, and the fact that he made sure to strip off his gloves to taint the blade with his fingerprints proved that he was still very calculated with this murder as well.
"When he grabbed her-" Sukuna's fists tightened in his lap, "he pulled her into dark alleyway at the end of town. Bastard just thought he was going to assault her and leave her stranded in the alley- There was no way for me to move his body without being seen or caught on camera."
"I didn't try to argue when they came for me the next day. I would've willingly surrendered myself if it kept mouse out of trouble. They booked me into the county jail within hours, and I took a plea deal on my second court appearance." He explained as was back to picking at the scabs on his knuckles. They were likely never going to heal if he kept picking at them, making them bleed.
"Why didn't you go for a trial?" The counselor asked. There were ways for Sukuna to be proven not guilty. He probably would've qualified for at least a lesser charge of second degree murder or even manslaughter.
"I knew they'd try to subpoena mouse to testify. They'd drag up her trauma and make a spectacle of her in court. I wasn't going to let them try to convince her that what happened to her wasn't anything less than assault, and I wasn't going to let them retraumatize her." Sukuna spoke firmly, shaking his head.
The counselor honestly found it admirable of him. Most "Bonnie and Clyde" killers would actually turn on each other to get themselves out of trouble, but Sukuna would bear the weight of your crime on his shoulders, and he'd still find other ways to protect you from any negative consequence that he could.
"So, I took a plea deal. I plead guilty to the murder and was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole with weekly 20-minute counseling sessions. In exchange, the district attorney made sure mouse's name was scrubbed from every court document, social media outlet, and news source. They had to act like she was in the witness protection program." Sukuna explained with a sigh. It was another way to protect you.
The counselor felt strangely empty. Sukuna's and your story was tragic. A boy who fell madly in love with a silent girl and vowed to protect her from anything. Did he belong in prison for this? Does this excuse him killing your dad? Did this excuse him slaughtering his own flesh and blood? How do they move on from here?
"You were a sensation in court... had your own little fanbase and everything." The counselor hollowly mused, remembering the young women that piled into the courtroom to catch a glimpse of Sukuna. They had idolized him for what he had done. Plus... he was handsome in the most sinful way possible.
Sukuna rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue with annoyance. "The same bitches who praised me for what I had done didn't respect what I was trying to protect. They're always trying to find and leak mouse's name to the public. They don't give a fuck about me or her. They just think our story is perfect for some shitty dark romance novel."
The room fell into a tense silence once more. Neither of the two men knew how to move on from this.
The silence was finally broken with a correctional officer's voice booming through the office. "Ryomen! Your time is up!" He shouted as his fist connected against the door multiple times.
The counselor sighed as Sukuna wordlessly rose from his seat. This session had been worse than either of them could've predicted. "Take care, Sukuna. We will not meet again next week due to the holidays, but I'll see you in two weeks."
The prisoner grunted in response while still walking towards the door. The loud buzzer filled the room once more, and he was let out.
It didn't feel right to watch Sukuna walk back to his pod. The justice system had failed you as a woman, but he was willing to shield you from any harm that threatened to come your way.
๐™ฒ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š'๐šœ ๐™ธ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ: ๐š๐š‚
๐™ณ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ: ๐™ณ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š–๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐šŽ๐š› ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ, ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿผ
๐™ฟ๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š• ๐™ณ๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐š—๐š˜๐šœ๐š’๐šœ: ๐Ÿน๐Ÿถ๐Ÿท.๐Ÿพ๐Ÿน (๐™ต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿถ.๐Ÿน) ๐™ฑ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐™ฟ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข ๐™ณ๐š’๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐™พ๐š‹๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐™ณ๐š’๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š› (๐™ฝ๐™พ๐šƒ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š๐š—๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ณ๐š‚๐™ผ-๐Ÿป)
๐š‚๐šข๐š–๐š™๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šœ: ๐™พ๐š‹๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ [๐š๐™ด๐™ณ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ณ], ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ, ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š-๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š˜๐š›๐šœ, ๐š™๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š•, ๐š™๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š, ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š˜๐š [๐š๐™ด๐™ณ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ณ]
๐šƒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ: ๐š†๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š• ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šœ๐šข๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—. ๐™ฒ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š™๐šœ๐šข๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŒ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š— ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š˜๐š—.
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rareblackcat ยท 19 hours ago
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I was tagged to participate by @liondrakes
1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?
I have adopted quite a few labels over time. Therian was the first label I was introduced to and my main label to describe my animal identity. I am a vacillant therian specifically, as I don't have an animal-human side and am both simultaneity while still experiencing shifts that vary in intensity. I also use transspecies because it aligns with my feelings of being a werecat trapped in a human body and my wanting to change my body. I also use the border term Nonhuman because I am simply not human despite my current form.
2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)
I am a winged werebombay but I just say werecat. Bombays are a specific breed of cat. I am a Bombay specifically because of my domestic nature, as Bombays were bred to be pets and I look like them in my full and feliped forms. As a werecat, I can transform and have three different forms. One is felinoid (Humanoid cat), the next is Felianthro (anthropomorphic) and the last one is fully cat. You can see what they look like here
3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?
I am permashifted and I experience mental, phantom, and envisage shifts. How am I permashifted while being a vacillant therian? Because my shifts never reach non-existence. If shifts are on a scale of 0-10 with 0 being completely human, I simply never reach 0. My strongest shift is my phantom and envisage one. The two types of shifts come together for me allowing me to see my in my mind's eye/imagination. I can feel my whole body being covered by a phantom body or just specific limbs.
4/How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?
My animality affects the things I like to do. I love to eat meat and fish, sun basking and, I'm pretty social for a cat so hanging around my friends is always nice. Being a blend between human and cat I'm pretty good at blending in. I'm my most cat when I am alone or with my boyfriends. Being cuddled and taken care of like a pet is the best.
5/ What do you think of the community?
I am in many different Alterhuman communities, I'm on TikTok, I occasionally look through Reddit, I'm in a few Discord servers, Pinterest, YouTube, and even some forums. I can't give a proper answer because the community is just like any other community, it has its good and bad parts, its misinformation, and its joys. I will say that information about different alterhuman experiences is lacking in certain communities and would be useful. All in all, I think the community is both chill and fun but also a bit high-strung in some places.
6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?
Being able to talk to like-minded individuals who understand me always makes me comfortable and euphoric, I also enjoy looking at media and pretending I'm in that world in my true body (though I don't have a hearthome,) I do enjoy wearing gear even if It doesn't help with my dysphoria, and my boyfriend treats me like a cat so talking to him is nice too. I also enjoy sleeping, eating meat, rubbing myself on soft blankets, sitting in the sun, biting, and play fighting.
7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?
I do experience species dysphoria almost every day. It to me, feels like I have an incomplete body that doesn't quite fit me. I don't hate my body and my true body would still incorporate this one, though it would look a bit different, It's just this one doesn't quite fit who I truly am on the inside.
8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?
"Education is elevation" is something a beloved content creator of mine says. When looking for what labels fit you don't fret about asking for other's experiences who use that label and jump into some ask boxes. Do your research and ask around, hear both sides of the argument before you make up your mind on something.
9/ Do you have/want to have gears?
I do! I have a pair of ears, a tail, and some gloves. I do have a mask but I don't wear it unless I need to protect my identity. I've already ordered some black fur leg warmers and some more ears. I'm looking to buy a pair of wings and some fake teeth.
10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)
I consider my Therianthropy to be psychological but I do not think I was born a Therian but I was born a bit animalistic. I watched a lot of animal media that helped foster my identity. My identity is behavioral and something that just feels right at the same time. I act like a cat and so calling myself one feels right. I think my animal identity is just something I developed over time. I think from a psychological standpoint the idea that therianthropy might be psychoneurological. Our brains might be wired differently and that causes us to act more animalistic and then our brain either latches on to an animal that matches what the brain experiences or we push it away and train it out of ourselves.
11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!
@zith-ipeth @bunnyboyzyon @creatureheart @wanderingcritter
@thatintrovertedbobcat If you're a mutual and have already done it please @ me!!/nf
If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!
(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ยฏโ \โ _โ (โ ใƒ„โ )โ _โ /โ ยฏ)
1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?
2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)
3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?
4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?
5/ What do you think of the community?
6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?
7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?
8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?
9/ Do you have/want to have gears?
10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)
11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ใ…คแต•ฬˆ
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musicforastylesrestaurant ยท 3 days ago
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Happy New Year.
masterlist || ask me anything <3
my blurb masterlist is here!
authors note - may 2025, bring everyone joy and happiness. ๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡, hereโ€™s a little something from me to you.
word count - 700.
in which, this new years is the most different one that you and harry have ever spent together, instead of going out to a party, your both cuddled up on the sofa with your newborn fast asleep on there daddies chest.
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The living room is quiet except for the soft hum of the television in the corner, where the countdown to midnight ticks away.
The lights are dim, and the Christmas tree in the corner still twinkles faintly, a reminder of how much life has changed in the past two weeks.
Harry sits on the couch, his chest bare, his hair tousled in that effortlessly messy way that makes your heart flutter.
Your baby boy is fast asleep on his chest, his tiny body rising and falling with Harryโ€™s steady breaths.
A soft muslin cloth is draped over Harryโ€™s shoulderโ€”evidence of a just-in-case burp that never came.
Youโ€™re curled up beside him, your legs tucked beneath you, watching them both with a soft smile.
"Ten seconds," you whisper, glancing at the screen, the numbers counting down the last moments of 2024.
"Still feels weird, doesn't it?" Harry murmurs, his voice hushed, careful not to wake the baby. His fingers gently stroke the babyโ€™s back, his touch so tender it makes your chest ache. "Not being out fโ€™once, I donโ€™t think weโ€™ve ever stayed in fโ€™new years eve."
You smile, reaching over to run your fingers through his curls. "I donโ€™t think Iโ€™d rather be anywhere but here, with you, with him."
Harry looks down at the baby, his lips curving into the softest smile youโ€™ve ever seen. "Neither can I.โ€
โ€˜Eightโ€ฆโ€™
"Do you think heโ€™ll be the kind of kid who loves fireworks?" you ask, tilting your head to watch Harryโ€™s expression.
He shrugs, his dimples peeking out as he grins. "Depends. Fโ€™heโ€™s like me, probably not. I was always the kid hiding under the kitchen table when they went off."
โ€˜Sevenโ€ฆโ€™
You laugh softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Not me. I loved them. Always wanted to be out in the middle of it all."
Harry tilts his head to rest against yours. "Maybe heโ€™ll take after yโ€™then. Brave little thing."
โ€˜Sixโ€ฆโ€™
The baby stirs slightly, his tiny hand flexing against Harryโ€™s chest, and you both freeze. But he settles again, his soft breaths steady and warm.
"See? Told yโ€™he was brave," Harry whispers, his eyes never leaving the baby.
โ€˜Fiveโ€ฆโ€™
You reach out and trace the curve of your sonโ€™s cheek, marveling again at how perfect he is. "Can you believe we made him? Like... heโ€™s real."
Harry chuckles softly, his laugh vibrating through the babyโ€™s tiny body. "I know. I keep thinking someoneโ€™s gonna knock on the door and tell us sโ€™been a mistake. Like, 'Sorry, yโ€™not allowed to keep himโ€”yโ€™just two kids pretending tโ€™be grown-ups.'"
โ€˜Fourโ€ฆโ€™
"Speak for yourself," you tease. "Iโ€™m very mature, thank you."
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, really? Is that why you cried over the last chocolate biscuit yesterday?"
โ€˜Threeโ€ฆโ€™
"That was different," you huff, nudging him gently. "Iโ€™m postpartum. Iโ€™m allowed to cry over biscuits."
"Fair enough," he concedes, leaning over to kiss the top of your head.
โ€˜Twoโ€ฆโ€™
You both fall quiet, the weight of the moment settling over you.
The new year is seconds away, and for the first time, it doesnโ€™t feel like something youโ€™re rushing toward.
It feels... still.
Peaceful.
Like everything youโ€™ve ever wanted is right here in this room.
โ€˜Oneโ€ฆโ€™
Harry looks at you then, his green eyes warm and full of love.
"Happy New Year, mโ€™love."
"Happy New Year," you whisper back, your voice catching slightly.
The television erupts into cheers and fireworks, but it feels distant. Harry leans in, kissing you softly, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.
The baby snores softly between you, oblivious to the world.
When you pull back, Harry grins. "Best New Yearโ€™s ever."
You nod, leaning against him and resting your hand over the babyโ€™s back. "And itโ€™s only just beginning."
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bunni-v1 ยท 2 days ago
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Aventurine NSFW Headcannons
๐Ÿ“This took me so long to get done, and I'm not 100% satisfied, but I wanted to get these out. There's so much I left unsaid, and I feel like if I kept going it would never stop. So enjoy the very basics of what I feel Aventurine is like in bed. Smaller posts are coming in the future so I can take time to work on the genshin stuff I have coming, alongside requests I plan on doing a full fic for <3
Tagging: @the-original-skipps (mwah mwah, just for you pookie)
Tw: Mentions of past sexual assault; Aventurine has unhealthy views of sex; Aventurine's past; NSFW; Pretty vanilla ngl; grammar errors
Info: Aventurine x Reader; Angst; Fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
MDNI
-Aventurine and sex do not mix well โ€“ at least, not at the start.ย 
-Much like love, he has a very jaded view of sexual intimacy. He was (heavily implied to have been) sexually assaulted by many different unsavory types when he was younger. His body wasnโ€™t his own then, and the sex was brutal and unkind โ€“ something he hated.
-As he grew, both in stature and into his title of Aventurine of Strategems, his hatred of sex turned into something different. It was still hatred, he hated the act more than anything in the world most times, but he realized his body was good for something.
-Aventurine was an attractive man, despite his eyes being a less than savory feature to most people. His body was lean and lithe, his clothes and hair perfectly styled and trendy, not to mention the air of mystery he had drew people in like moths to flame.ย 
-All of it was crafted by his own two hands, of course. He was attractive because he wanted โ€“ no, needed to be. So, he made sure he was, of course, no one would do business with him otherwise.
-Pretty as a peacock, you could hardly tell he was once a slave or a dirty Avgin boy.
-Heโ€™s pleasantly surprised to find that the body he so hated being born into was a good business tool when he needed it to be.
-People really will do anything to get off, and as much as it disgusted him to do such depraved things, he would do whatever he had to to get what he wanted.
-Heโ€™d scrub his skin raw in the shower afterward, trying desperately to get the smell of sex off him. Hoping that if he scratches hard enough the ugly purple bruises will wash away with soap and water. They never do, and they leave him feeling vile until they fade.
-Regardless men, women, monsters โ€“ he really didnโ€™t care what he was fucking so long as it got him what he was looking for.
-Thatโ€™s what sex is to Aventurine, a transaction. He scoffs at the idea of it being anything more than that. Sex was rough and sweaty and all kinds of disgusting, how could anyone derive pleasure from that? You fuck, you cum, you say goodbye. Simple. As. That.
-Ah, but, then again you come along and you just love challenging his worldview donโ€™t you? With your pretty little eyes and your sweet, comforting words. You always make him question himself. It would be annoying if he didnโ€™t love you so damn much.
-Your first time with him isโ€ฆ incredibly unpleasant. Itโ€™s not as though he doesnโ€™t account for you or your wants, but thereโ€™s a disconnect. Heโ€™s tooโ€ฆ pliant and yet all too controlling. First times are rarely good, but this felt alien. Like the person you were with was not your beloved Kakavasha, but some strange man taking his place for the night.
-Heโ€™s doing things he thinks you want, heโ€™s saying sweet words heโ€™d whispered to hundreds of other partners, itโ€™s all that he thinks you need, what heโ€™s decided in his head that youโ€™d like, rather than something that comes from knowing you.
-He doesnโ€™t ask, he just gives and takes and then itโ€™s over. Itโ€™s unfulfilling and empty, leaving you with a dull ache in your chest.
-He doesnโ€™t even offer you or himself aftercare, and you find him scrubbing his skin red in the shower afterward like he was trying to rid himself of any trace of you.
-It makes you feel terrible. Like youโ€™re some whore heโ€™s picked up off the streets and not his long-term partner with whom heโ€™s shared some of the darkest parts of himself.
-You cry into those expensive satin sheets, ruining them with your sniffling. Itโ€™s quite the sight for Aventurine to walk back into.
-He expected you to be asleep, or at least resting in some capacity, but crying? His heart sinks as he rushes to your side, then somehow falls further when you tug yourself away from him.
-Heโ€™s perceptive enough to realize that he had been the one to put you in such a state, but he didnโ€™t really understand why.
-When heโ€™s able to calm you enough to get you to talk to him, youโ€™re able to explain that you felt so disregarded. There was no connection or love or care from him, did he not feel you were worthy of sharing that in moments of intimacy?
-That makes him sick. Never in a million years would he want to make you feel as though he does not love you, despite previous behaviors. You were his whole world, part of the reason he continued to exist. How could he ever make you feel unworthy of him?
-He nearly spirals there, but your tears are enough to remind him that he is not the one who needs love and reassurance. So, always eager to learn and grow with you, he asks you what you believe sex should be likeโ€ฆ and itโ€™s quite different from what he understands.
-You describe it like an extension of yourself. A means of intimacy and trust a level deeper than words and affection can get you. You are vulnerable during sex, you are at your weakest and you are sharing that with the person you love. Itโ€™s the most intimate thing you could do with a person, and while it can be fun and it can simply be because it feels good, it can also be because you love the other person so deeply you have no other way to express it.
-Aventurine finds the definition to be rather naive, but you had always been a bleeding heart. (Which he, regardless of if Kakavasha or Aventurine was leading charge, would give anything to protect). Yetโ€ฆ Kakavasha likes it. Kakavasha wants to do that with you, he wants to show you how much he loves you, he wants to hold you even closer and share such sweet nothings with you.
-He tries to toss it out initially because if he thought about it like that he would have to confront himself. Look that trauma in the eyes and acknowledge that, once again, youโ€™d proven him wrong in a way he was annoyingly not expecting.
-But as the days go by and you slowly begin to become physical with him again, he wonders fondly how it would feel. Taking his time with you, he means.
-He couldnโ€™t help but wonder how nice it would be to really feel your skin under his fingers. To kiss every inch of you, to hear you sigh his name like he crafted the heavens with his own two hands. Ah, Kakavasha won again, it seems.
-So he goes to you, like an apologetic puppy, and he apologizes for how terrible he was. How he reflected and regrets it, and he wants to try again and let you take the lead this time.ย 
-Despite everything, you say yes, and you allow him this second chance to redefine his worldview yet again.
-Aeons itโ€™s life-changing sex.ย 
-Slow, careful, and all kinds of intimate. Heโ€™s still on top because he could not trust even you to be on top. He needed that control. But he listens to what you need, and he finds heโ€™s very good at servicing you. Just as good as he is at spoiling you with his riches.
-You guide him to kiss you deeply, tongues tangling in a tango to a tempo only the two of you could enjoy. You show him how to leave love bites that make his spine tingle. How different parts of your body make you feel different kinds of pleasure. He gets to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, taste your very being on his tongue, and swallow the angelic cries of his name.
-Itโ€™s a kind of intimacy and affection heโ€™d never been afforded in his life. A vulnerability he hadnโ€™t expected himself to enjoy, and yet as he sobs into your shoulder at his release, he finds himself wanting more.
-It becomes a problem, really. One taste of it and you have both your sweet Kakavasha and the hardened businessman Aventurine absolutely addicted. In the privacy of his condo, he can lust after you all he wants. You would never deny him the pleasure of freedom, though you would tell him no after the third night in a row for your aching hips. (He will draw you a bath and book you an appointment at the finest spa he can get you into for the next day.)
-In his office, or during a meeting, or talking to the Doctor, howeverโ€ฆ thatโ€™s a problem. He wasnโ€™t supposed to like it that much, but that intimacy had him aching through his expensive slacks.ย 
-He thinks about it all the time, and heโ€™s taken to locking his office doors and keeping the blinds shut airtight for more than half the day. He hopes no one notices how many bathroom breaks he takes during meetings. He tries his best to forget the boner he popped in front of the esteemed doctor talking about finances.
-You literally have him addicted to being in love with you, itโ€™s quite the conundrum youโ€™ve found yourselves inโ€ฆ but, would you really ever want to change that? Heโ€™s very good in bed after all, so it canโ€™t be that bad.
-Aventurine is a switch-leaning top (so sorry Aventio shippers), and I say this only because he does not like relinquishing control. Especially when heโ€™s in such a vulnerable state, especially with his past traumas, he would rather be in charge than trust you and have you hurt him.
-He softens up significantly as time goes on, and he is more willing to allow you to service him how you please, but he never really gives up his control. Thereโ€™s always a reminder that he has the say-so in what does or does not go.
-That being said he is very giving, without having to be asked he will happily do whatever you need of him. Itโ€™s just in his nature to service, those pretty little moans are all the payment he needs.
-I wonโ€™t lie and say he isnโ€™t a tease, though. Heโ€™s incorrigible, actually. He loves to tease you, be it with his words or his actions, he loves getting you squirming beneath him.
-Heโ€™ll mumble against your throat how needy you are for him, how youโ€™re already so worked up and he hasnโ€™t even gotten past your clothes, how cute you are when youโ€™re so needy for him. His fingers will graze you with such feather-light touch youโ€™ll whine at him, and he always coos at you like a needy little thing โ€“ as if he isnโ€™t the one tormenting you.
-Heโ€™s a fan of edging, which just comes with the territory too. He spends hours of his time building you up to your orgasm, crooking his fingers and swirling his tongue so youโ€™re right there, and then heโ€™ll pull away leaving you crying for more.
-Itโ€™s all worth it when he does let you cum, though. The orgasm shaking the very foundation of you, sticky fluids staining yet another pair of satin sheets.ย 
-Thatโ€™s not even mentioning his dick, which he is just as talented with. Itโ€™s slim, the same shade as the rest of him, with an upward curve that rubs against your g-spot so very well without him having to try.
-It fits so snugly inside, and if you watch closely you can see the effect you have on him as his perfect poker face cracks just a little. He loves to feel you from the inside, it may be one of his favorite things in the world.
-You are warm and squishy and so very accepting of him, conforming to the size and shape of his member like you were made to do so. Like you were made for him and him alone, itโ€™s a deeply romantic thought that he would scoff at if he were in a less hazy mindset.
-Heโ€™s rarely rough with you, preferring to show you how much he loves you more softly, though he can be rough upon request.
-Sometimes if you get him jealous enough heโ€™ll be rough on his own accord, but never uncaring or unloving. Even when he has you face down, ass up he makes you feel like the most precious gemstone in the entire world.
-He likes sex slow and long, preferring if it is dragged out across multiple sessions with sweet nothings and gentle care between the breaks.ย 
-However, he rarely has the free time for such things, and as such he gets very good at making the most of the time that he does have.
-Because of his high sex drive, quickies are common, but they are no less fulfilling than the long sessions he enjoys having.ย 
-Heโ€™s adept at getting you to cum in under five minutes with his fingers, he can do it in two with his tongue thrown in, and thatโ€™s usually fast enough for him to quickly get off and get back to what he needs to do.
-Unfortunately, he isnโ€™t the kinkiest guy. He doesnโ€™t like tying up or being tied up, heโ€™s not a fan of power play, roleplaying seems to turn him off (again, not a fan of power play, which a lot of scenarios include this), no hitting or degrading, and pretty much anything that could remotely involve hurting either of you is a no from him.
-He thinks for a while heโ€™s fine with it, and he is willing to try anything once, but it only takes him one time to realize he does not like physical or mental pain. Itโ€™s not sexy, itโ€™s traumatizing and he wonโ€™t be convinced to try it.
-He does, however, really enjoy you wearing lingerie. Lacy ones dotted with expensive stones are his favorites. Frequently youโ€™ll find a set sent to you in pretty packaging with a little note telling you to โ€˜enjoy your present.โ€™ Meaning, he wants a picture of you in it ASAP.
-Also a fan of seeing you in his clothes. If he spots you lounging about in his shirt after a long day of work, heโ€™ll be all over you like a helpless puppy.
-Cockwarming you when he works from home is a favorite of his, liking the way you wiggle and squirm as he combs over documents. His poker face really is something impressive, you have no clue how heโ€™s re-read the same sentence ten times as you clench around him again.
-Office sex is unlikely, purely because he doesnโ€™t like you being anywhere near IPC headquarters if he can help it. But if you do stop by for some reason, the likelihood of him bending you over the desk and fucking you raw is about 99%. He does miss you a lot during the day, after all, you canโ€™t shame him for indulging in his favorite treat after so long without it.
-He just truly, deeply loves you. Once he begins to have a healthy relationship with sex and associate it with you rather than the horrors of his past, itโ€™s nothing but loving and delightful. He takes the whole idea that it is an extension of his admiration for you very literally, and showers you in his affections through sex.
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lyvhie ยท 2 days ago
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hi!! I read your nct dream x reader who's shy during sex and as a haechan bias UGH. I busted. /j but fr, I need to see more on meanie haechan x shy reader, any thoughts?? :3
on my terms | lee donghyuck
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lee haechan x fem!reader (18+ mdni) ๊’ฐ summary ๊’ฑ haechan likes to have fun with you. ๊’ฐ a/n ๊’ฑ HIIIII ANON!! ok, so, um, i'm also totally in love (obsessed) with haechan and, haha, this was supposed to be super short, but i kinda got a little carried away oops! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! ๊’ฐ cw ๊’ฑ smut, fingering, mirror sex, praise, edging, pet names (baby, pretty girl, love, good girl).
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haechan would have the time of his life with a shy girlfriend, teasing you would be his favorite pastime. a simple kiss, whether in public or private, would be enough to make you crumble, burying your face in his chest as if that could somehow make you invisible, sex wouldn't be any different.
what he enjoyed most, though, was the process of getting you there. he'd spend the entire day building anticipation, teasing you at every opportunity. his kisses would linger just a little longer, his tongue brushing against yours with a tenderness that felt almost deliberate, as though he were savoring you. his hands would explore your body in the same slow, calculated way, teasing the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath it to let his fingertips graze your warm skin, sending shivers through you. then, they'd trail down your thighs, lingering close enough to your core to drive you wild, but soon withdrawing it.
just that, and he already had you in the palm of his hand. it wouldn't take long before you found yourself subtly grinding against his thigh while cuddling, trying to play it off as innocent but failing miserably. you wanted him to notice your desires, yet you were far too embarrassed to openly admit it. of course, he was fully aware of what you were doing, he always was. after all, he'd orchestrated the entire situation. but he loved to pretend he was engrossed in the boring movie playing on the screen, just to see how long you'd last before finally breaking and telling him what you wanted.
occasionally, he'd shift his leg ever so slightly, pretending it was just to get comfortable, but it would send a jolt through you, making your breath hitch. he'd smirk to himself, knowing exactly what he was doing.
finally, when you couldn't stand it anymore, you'd whisper his name, your voice shaky and almost inaudible. "hyuck...โ€ he'd hum in response, his gaze still fixed on the screen as though he hadn't noticed the way your hands gripped his shirt or the way your breath grew uneven. "what is it, baby?" his tone was casual, teasing, as if he didn't have you squirming in his lap.
you'd hesitate, biting your lip, unsure of how to put your thoughts into words. he'd shift his attention to you, finally locking eyes with you. "do you need something, pretty?" his voice low and dripping with amusement as his hands rested lightly on your hips, fingers teasingly brushing your skin. "or were you just planning to keep using my thigh like that?"
his words would make you freeze, your face now fully buried in his chest to hide yourself. his hand would tilt your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. โ€œc'mon," he'd coax, his lips brushing yours in the softest tease. "you've been so bold all night... don't get shy on me now.โ€
you knew he wouldn't give you what you wanted unless you said it out loud, but the thought of voicing your need felt impossible. still, a small part of you hoped he'd have mercy this time and let you off the hook. "fine, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his tone mockingly sweet. "since you won't tell me, you can keep using me like you were. but don't expect me to help."
his words sent a jolt through you, and you instinctively clutched at his shirt, your grip tight as you leaned closer. "n-no, hyuck, please!" you blurted out, your voice trembling.
โ€œoh? are you this desperate, my love?โ€ he murmured, his voice dripping with the same mock affection as his hand cupped your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. you felt a pang of embarrassment at the way he worded it. โ€œjust tell me what you want, and iโ€™ll give it to you, hm?โ€ he coaxed, his tone soft, almost soothing, yet laced with that familiar teasing edge that always left you reeling.
his proximity, his touch, his voiceโ€”it was all too much, and yet not enough. a small pout curled on your lips as you looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, but it did nothing to unsettle him, despite the way it made his heart race.
you parted your trembling lips, finally gathering the courage to voice your need. "i... i want you," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as the words left your mouth. they weren't explicit, nor were they clear, but they were the most you could manage in that moment.
donghyuck couldn't help but grin at the sight. god, you were so adorable. "see? was that so hard?" he teased, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. the simple gesture did wonders to ease your nerves, reassuring you that he was pleased with your request and didn't expect more. his hands moved to your thighs, gently tracing the inner side until his fingers brushed against your clothed center, causing you to gasp. "if my babe wants me so badly, who am i to say no?โ€
and just when you thought things would turn tender, that he might finally give you what you craved, you were met with a cruel twist, exactly as haechan liked.
"look at this," he cooed into your ear, his tone dripping with mockery. "you're such a mess, love."
he wasn't wrong. your reflection in the mirror said it allโ€”disheveled hair, tear-streaked cheeks, and trembling body laid bare in his control. behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back as his fingers slid torturously slow along the slick, swollen slit of your cunt. his hand glistened with your arousal, a damning evidence of how much you wanted him, even as your weak moans turned into frustrated whimpers.
his fingers teased your entrance but never dipped inside, never gave you the satisfaction you so desperately craved. your legs shook from the strain of being spread so widely, the position leaving you completely exposed to both him and the mirror. every movement, every reaction, was laid bare for his hungry eyes. and still, all he did was edge you, over and over again, driving you to the brink before cruelly pulling back.
your head fell back against his shoulder, seeking some reprieve, but his hand quickly found your chin, gripping it firmly and guiding your gaze back to the mirror. "eyes here," he commanded, his voice low and sharp as his dark eyes met yours in the reflection. "you keep looking away, that's why i can't make you feel good, princess," a shiver ran through you as his lips brushed against your neck, nibbling softly before soothing the spot with a tender kiss. "if you keep your eyes here," he murmured, his voice almost sweet, "i promise i'll let you finish, hm? do we have a deal?โ€
you nodded desperately, your eyes wide and pleading as they stayed locked on the mirror, his grin widened, his satisfaction evident. it was almost humiliating-there you were, utterly bare before him, your body trembling with need, while he remained fully clothed, looking effortlessly composed. you felt so exposed, so vulnerable, more than you ever thought possible.
"that's it, baby," he cooed, his voice dripping with approval as his hand trailed down your body. his fingers found your folds, parting them slowly, deliberately, to showcase your dripping, swollen cunt in the reflection. "look at this," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. โ€œso beautiful, and all of it just for me, my love."
he kept you spread open, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady as a single finger traced up your slick slit, gathering your arousal. the soft glide sent a tremor through your body, a broken moan falling from your lips.
"you see that?" he teased, his gaze flickering between your reflection and the mess between your legs. "this perfect little pussy is calling for me, listen to these lewd sounds,โ€ he hummed in approval.
you might've wanted to crawl out of your skin from the vulnerability of it all if it weren't for the intoxicating pleasure he was finally granting you. after craving him the entire day, every small touch he gave your core felt like salvation. haechan's satisfied smile deepened when you kept your gaze fixed on the mirror, obediently following his instructions. it seemed you'd earned a reward.
โ€œmhm, keep looking, love," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he slid a single finger inside you. the intrusion, after being deprived for so long, made you gasp sharply, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips. his brows lifted slightly in surprise at the sound, and then his grin turned wicked. "oh, would you look at that," he teased, his tone dripping with delight. "what a beautiful sound you just made, pretty girl.โ€
his lips pressed to your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin as he felt his cock stir in his pants. usually, it took him more effort to coax you out of your shy reluctance to let your moans escape freely. despite always telling you how much he loved hearing you, how lovely and utterly sinful those sounds were, it still took time. but right now? right now, you couldn't hold back if you tried.
he groaned softly as he felt the tight grip of your walls clench around his finger, proof of just how much you'd been aching for him. "so eager," he cooed, easing a second finger inside. the stretch had your back arching slightly, your hands gripping his thighs to steady yourself as he began to pump in and out of you with a steady, deliberate pace.
the slick sounds of your arousal filled the room, mixing with your soft cries of pleasure, and the sight in the mirror was almost too much to handle. his fingers worked you expertly, the angle perfect, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the way he used your body.
"there you go," he praised, his voice low and husky. "see how good you look taking me? keep watching, princess," and to your own surprise, you found yourself liking it, relishing the way he made you feel both vulnerable and desired, the heat between you building into something unbearable and addictive.
his free hand slid upward, cupping your breast with a firm grip. he kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers finding your hardened nipple and pinching it sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and your head fell back onto his shoulder, baring your neck to him. it was an open invitation, one he didn't hesitate to accept, pressing hot kisses and gentle bites against your exposed skin, leaving faint marks.
he could feel how your breathing hitched, hear the soft whimpers that grew louder with each passing second, and notice the slight tremble in your thighs as you grew more desperate. your moans became high-pitched, barely restrained, and he knew you were close.
his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in tight, quick circles as his fingers plunged into you faster and deeper. the dual stimulation was too much, driving you to the edge you'd been teetering on for what felt like forever.
โ€œyou're gonna cum already, baby?" he purred, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "y-yes," you mewled, your voice breathy and trembling. "f-feels so good, hyuck."
your head felt like it was floating in the clouds, every nerve in your body alight with sensation as his relentless pace pushed you closer and closer to release. his grip on you tightened, anchoring you to him as he guided you toward the inevitable.
"that's my girl," he praised, his tone dripping with approval. "come on, love. let go for me. i want to feel you."
it was so good, too good. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel the knot in your core tightening, ready to snap and finally give you the release you'd been chasing. Your body trembled, your breath caught, and just as the wave of ecstasy began to crest, he slowed. his fingers stilled, pulling back ever so slightly, leaving you teetering agonizingly on the edge.
a broken, frustrated cry escaped your lips, filling the room. he chuckled softly, the sound dark and full of amusement, as he nipped at your ear. "n-no, no, no, hyuck, please," you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. your hips bucked instinctively, seeking the friction he'd just stolen away, but he was quicker.
โ€œah, ah," he tsked, removing his hand just enough to deliver a sharp, teasing slap to your soaked cunt, the sting making you gasp. "don't be greedy," he scolded gently, though the smirk on his lips betrayed how much he enjoyed your reaction.
your thighs quivered as you tried to press them together, the lingering ache of denied pleasure making you feel helpless. his other hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up so you could see the glint of mischief in his eyes through the mirror. "you'll get what you want," he promised, his voice low and teasing. "but on my terms, love. be patient.โ€
tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you nodded weakly, your need for him overpowering any resistance. his fingers returned to your entrance, moving slower this time, deliberately building the tension back up. "good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. โ€œnow, let's see if you can behave.โ€
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solarkness ยท 22 hours ago
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Okay but 32 is actually really annoying. 30 is just, whatever, it's a clean number that's low, "people aren't going to spam the same person THAT much"-thinking. 32 adds "ooooh binary numbers so we can just use exponents of 2 :D" to it... which has MULTIPLE ISSUES!!!
First off, what if there are NO notifications? Do you still want there to be a 1 because you have no 0 case? No? You wanna use a boolean whether notifs are there at all in general? Congrats you just added another bit in storage as its own variable for *1* state. Which would be an additional 32 states if you made it part of your notification number. Okay, so, you look up how integers work and what numbers represent and do what most programmers would do: You start counting with 0 and end up with a max of 31 notifications, because 0-31 is 32 possible states. Great, first issue fixed.
Second issue! 32 isn't really used a lot as the max number chosen. Why's that? I mean, 16 is popular enough, you basically can't avoid 256 if you start looking, and even 64, just one additional power of 2, is very popular in Minecraft! So what's wrong with 32? Well, it's 2^5, AKA 2*2*2*2*2. That means you need 5 bits (with 2 possible states, 0 or 1, each) to represent it. Seems easy enough. Until you realise that now you're probably claiming a specific byte in storage, which is 8 bits, and are only using 5 of those! 3 are being wasted and sure, you can probably reuse them if you write your program's functions to access and categorise the storage it is using... but that's a lot of work that you can very, very easily fuck up. It's easier to just go "fuck it, we use the whole byte" and go for 256 possible states (or 255 as max number of notifications). 16 is exactly 2^4, so half a byte - At that point, you can get TWO variables out of each claimed byte, and then it's worth to optimise it a bit on the side of the program by telling it to cut the first or last 4 bits when looking for either of the variables hidden in the byte. (Nowadays, this is less likely to be done because storage is cheap and abundant. Games used to perform miracles on fractions of the storage because they had to in order to exist; A LOT of storage was reused for multiple different variables at different times, which is why so many weird skip glitches exist where you for example instantly beat Pokemon Blue. Using the same storage for multiple different variables of different types is pretty much illegal nowadays, as the high-level languages do their best to keep you from shooting yourself in the foot with needless optimising of plentiful storage.)
So why does Minecraft use 64, which is 2^6, for its stacks? I don't know. If anybody knows, please tell me; But I'm guessing it's just the closest power of 2 to the amount that works best balance wise. More interesting is why it uses 64 instead of 63, since I suggested using 31 instead off 32. Minecraft has a lot of different items that could be in that inventory slot, so it needs an item ID to know what is in there. The case of NO item is handled through that ID - If there is effectively no item ID, it's an empty slot. So the integer that counts the amount doesn't need to account for it not being asked. (This is similar to adding a boolean for no notifs, except it covers more states by covering all possible items, working together with the integer of the amount to determine the actual content of the inventory slot.) So it doesn't need a 0 state, instead it can start with 1. For the notification system, we can only ever have notifications and no, I don't know, alarms or something that are separate but clog up the same system while overriding the notification counter. So the notification system will only deal with notifications, and only ever count how many there are. A separate variable for 0 is pointless when it will always add atleast 2 possible states, when you can just count 1 less and have your 0 state built-in.
Of course, all of this is pointless if you just use regular unsigned 32-bit integers that have a max count of 4,294,967,295 (starting your count with 0). (For the amount of bits, we don't run into the issue of 2^5 with 32, because 32 is a multiple of 8 - The amount of bits in a byte. So we just use 4 bytes for the integer.) At that point, fuck it, just let the notification counter go up to 999 or whatever amount of digits doesn't break your UI.
The fact that Bluesky's "pending notifications" counter only goes up to 30 suggests some very specific things about the usage patterns its designers were expecting.
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jakeswifeyyy ยท 2 days ago
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sunghoon fucking you after going to the gym
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Warnings:Unprotected sex,degrading,tit slapping,nipple play,use of pet names(baby,doll,darling) ,inplied big dick sunghoon,daddy kink andd I think that's all :)
MDNI!
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Okay hear me out anon.
Like roommates with benefits sunghoon whom comes from the gym after a heavy workout for 3 hours straight ,clad in an oversized sleevless black shirt showing his big ass muscles(lowkey drooling at the image ๐Ÿคค).
The whole roommates with benefits agenda started because of the oh so obvious built up sexual tension between you two,lingering touches,undressing each other with your eyes but that was a story for another day as he walked in from the gym,headphones on,gym bag on his shoulder with his joggers which were more of an excuse which blessed your eyes,him,the Greek God himself, sweating trickling down his face,smirked seeing you eyeing him so shamelessly.
"You're not so subtle y/n."
Hearing him speak before shutting the door behind him taking off his shoes before dropping his bag near the kitchen before walking towards you who was peering at him over your shoulder,before leaning down so close to you while staring straight ahead before snatching your cup of water from you gulping it down.
"Who said I was trying to be subtle Park."
You taunted him before scoffing turning back to face the long forgotten show playing on the TV.
"You just have a hot body I sometimes forget my manners."
He raised his eyebrow cocking his head to the side before smirking while eyeing your side profile as you watched the TV or more appropriately tried to watch the TV.You were getting more bold with your words and he wasn't complaining ,he liked having competition either way.
"If you find it so hot why don't you do something about it." You nearly jumped hearing him suddenly speak right next to your ear,breath tickling your earlobe before he slightly nibbled on it.
"Ew go take a shower atleast." He chuckled at your words before pulling you up to seat you on the armrest of the couch before trapping you in his arms which were on your sides on the couch.
"Why should I when you like seeing me like this hm?Tell me doll,tell me you don't like the image of me on top of you pounding into this pretty cunt darling."
He moved his face closer as you moved yours backwards,yeah you were normally dominant with all guys you slept with but something about sunghoon ever since you moved in,his aura was just different ,very different for the usual submissive virgin boys you went for,he wasn't your type at all but even so the tension kept growing between you two day by day,you always teased him when he wanted to have his way with you,even though he eventually did but teasing him was fun while it lasted.
He smirked when you moved away,"Why so quiet now doll."
You chuckled wrapping your arms around his neck,pulling him closer as he slightly stumbled causing you to fall back wards onto the couch as he fell on top of you holding himself up with one arm,he tsked poking his inner cheek with his tongue before scoffing.
"Thought I already taught you a lesson on who's incharge here guess you still don't wanna learn huh."
He didn't give you a chance to respond before crashing his lips on yours as you puked him closer with your arms around his neck,equally roughly kissing him back as your teeth clashed ,biting on his lower lip as he let out a groan before shoving his tongue into your mouth as he licked into your warn cavern ,obscenely moaning into his kiss,he was rough ,again contrasting your expectations, you were usually the one initiating the roughness,but is seems you meeting him wasn't part of the expectations either,everything about him was just...different.
After a couple minutes making out he pulled away,"Since you wanna be in control so much,ride me slut." You wouldn't deny that something about him degrading you had you on chokehold as you nodded before he pulled back completely and sat up,his sweaty self cooled off due to the high blast of the AC in the living room.
Quickly climbing onto his lap as his arms stretched on the couch behind you,you took of your cropped shirt which you hadn't worn anything under and he smirked biting his lower lip before grabbing one tit,squeezing it as your nipples hardened more due to the cold air in the room before you whimpered as he slapped your sensitive nipple.
"That's my good girl,always knowing what daddy wants isn't it?"
Letting out a choked moan you reply with a yes as you tugged on his shirt telling him to take it off ,as he did you run your hands down his abs down to his exposed valine before tracing them back up ,brushing over his nipples as his breath hitched before he held you by your wrist.
"Cut to the chase baby no foreplay for you today I'm too impatient."
Nodding you stand on your knees taking your booty shorts off leaving you bare as you lowered his joggers together with his boxers to his knees before wrapping your arm around his cock which stood between the both of ,angry fat red tip leaking with precum,as you pu.ped him a few times before lining it up with your entrance,slowly sliding down as you moaned vocally,his palm cupping your ass cheeks spreading them apart as he squeezed at the flesh,after completely taking him in you shuddered ,stabilising yourself on his shoulders,adjusting to his size which was always big to you.
"What're you waiting for slut,ride it or I'll punish you." Nodding quirky knowing he wouldn't let you come if you didn't before you started bouncing up and down on his length murmuring fucks as he pulled you closer,hand going to your tits pushing then together as he licked at your now held together nipples as you moaned rocking yourself faster in between bouncing ,alternating as he liked it that way,his hand snaking down to rub your clit in fast circles as he held your tits with one hand,licking all over messily ,drool pouring everywhere,the slurping sounds enough to make you feel your climax approaching.
"Hoon p-please ...w-wanna cum ngh."
He kissed your neck all over essentially sucking on some spots to hear your beautiful noises,"Cum for me baby,coat my cock baby." He soothed into your hear as your moans increasingly got louder before feeling your high crash down on you,thighs on fire from all the bouncing,as he lifted you off of him your cunt clenching around his length along the way was enough to make him cum right there,throwing his head back as he pumped his fist around his cock slowly riding out his high before he smirked at you,laughing at your fucked out state before picking you up bridal style heading to the bathroom.
"Guess we both need a shower now baby,"
You scoffed at him,"I know you want round2,"
He laughed again,"I'll do all the work this time, promise baby"
"Park Sunghoom I will kill you,"
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A/n:Tysm for 86 followers guys in less than a month ly all โค๏ธ,and also sorry to the anon for delaying this a bit I have a lot of projects this time ๐Ÿ˜“
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valiasims ยท 2 days ago
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WIP#41
Hey everyone!
Happy New Year for all of you! I hope you have a great year ahead of you and that all your wishes come true in 2025! It was a year ago when I first thought about making cc and starting this hobby. It was in January last year when I started working on my first cc set and I was so excited! There were a lot of obstacles I had to face but I've learned a lot through this year and our little community has grown and we're reached many milestones I didn't think I'd reach. We're over 9000 followers on Patreon and I am beyond grateful that you seem to be interested in what I do. We've also reached 300 patrons at the end of the year and I'm so thankful for you as well, who support my work, thank you so much! I appreciate every comment you leave, cannot thank enough!
After my emotional message I'll leave a few thoughts about the current wip photo as well to show you how the set is coming along. First of all, I'm not making bedroom items this month because I won't have enough time because I'm visiting my family in January. So the bedroom will come next month!
ย Some of you suggested I should separate the top part of the window (the arch) so it can be used above the doors and the windows can be used by themselves. At first I was gonna make two versions of the windows, one with the top part, one without but I planned another top design so it would have been a lot of objects. I decided to separate them which was a little bit of a hassle because I already designed them in the frame but it works better this way. They can be varied more, for example the small windows can be used by themselves in bathrooms.
These windows are slightly wider then 1 and 2 grids because I found it two small and didn't like their size so I used 1.25 for the single window and 2.25 for the double. This makes them easily snap together without using free placement (ALT) but WITH using half-tile placement (turning on with F5). I think it's a good compromise.
Oh, sorry if this is too long but I have a lot to say. :D I mentioned there is two widths: the single and the double, also there are 3 heights, you can see them on the first picture. All of them come in the 2 width sizes. The small top parts are the arched and the criss-cross designed window. Those come also in these 2 widths.
I think that's all I wanted to say. :D I'm sorry for the long rambling, I promise this isn't as complicated as I've described and once you have them in your game you'll see how you can use them. Let me tell you, this set is making my head ache. :D There could be so many sizes, shapes and I don't want to make excessive amount of windows but enough to offer variations for different scenarios. It's a little overwhelming. I hope you will find these useful though! Despite working on them for so long and getting a little bored of them after the 10th similar looking window I like them in game so I hope you will too! But I'm looking forward to make something cute and cluttery next.
If you read all this, congratulations! You can see how these windows are living in my head right now! But I think I'm finally done with them and I only need to finish the doors!
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bwat5-blog ยท 15 hours ago
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Why Didn't We See Cait Tell Vi About Jinx?
**Spoilers For Arcane***
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There has been a tremendous amount of conversation regarding Jinx's fate in the end of the show. I think by now, most of us seem to agree she is alive. There is a significant amount of evidence. But one of the conversations I have enjoyed reading different takes on, is did Caitlyn tell Vi her suspicions? should she? and why didn't we see one way or the other? This will be fairly short compared to my usual work, I just wanted to delve into these questions, offer my thoughts, and hopefully get some good discussion out of it!
THE EVIDENCE: (In no particular order)
The Shimmer streak right as the explosion occurs
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I have seen some argue that it's simply the purple inside the bomb. This is possible of course but it seems extremely directed.
2. Caitlyn's investigations
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When it is all said and done, we have a quiet moment with Caitlyn investigating the cooling/vent system of the tower where Jinx died, as well has holding the mostly intact head of her monkey bomb. the implication here is quite clear. But of course it is not definitive. They are only telling us she reason to be thinking about Jinx being alive.
3. Full Circle
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The second shot is the last one of the show.. if we didn't have the first shot to fall back to it would feel quite random but if you think back to that, it seems quite clear what they are implying. Additionally although I don't have a good way to share it here, the score in this moment is variation on "Dear friend across the river" which we hear Powder singing to open the whole show.
4. Glitched The End
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That is the very last shot we are given and the animation is very in line with the glitch style of Jinx we have come to know so well.
5. Arcane Afterglow For Act 3
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Skip to 1:19 if that is all you are here for
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There are others for sure. I saw someone in the community post some pages from the artbook showing things like "i'm still here" I believe it was. And I know there have been other interviews and such. This is just what I am personally aware of. And while of course I am just a regular fan and I don't know any better than any of you, this is all enough for me to feel confidant saying she's alive. I am of a similar opinion to many I have seen. I do not think Caitlyn had told Vi by the end of what we saw, but I think it's because she herself is not 100% sure yet.
Why isn't she sure?
Well even using the evidence I listed, only one out of those five points is something Caitlyn would be aware of. Now I do think she is probably fairly confidant, as the implication of her investigating at all was very clear. But keeping in mind that she knows how badly Vi wanted to save Jinx, and the enormity of the guilt Vi must feel given that Jinx had to save her (Vi was legitimately having a dissociative episode born of her PTSD and there was nothing she could do. Don't start with me Anti-Vi'ers), I think Caitlyn would be very careful to not give Vi false hope.
Would Caitlyn Even Tell Vi and Risk Her leaving?
I think so. And my reasoning is that she has done it before. When she paved the way for Vi to free Jinx, there was every possibility the sisters would vanish into the night and Caitlyn would never see them again. With that in mind, and their dynamic in general with Caitlyn probably feeling she has a tremendous amount of trust to keep rebuilding between them, I seriously doubt she would risk hiding something so large from Vi if she felt confidant Jinx was alive. Jinx wanted Vi to live free of their past and find her happiness. I think Caitlyn would honor giving Vi the choice and hope for the best. Especially taking into account the whole dynamic around Caitlyn showing Vi how much she loves and respects not only her, but her heart. She cherishes the heart that drives Vi to protect those she loves. I don't see Caitlyn betraying that by trying to control her.
Is it better for Vi to know?
This one is tough. On the one hand, we have to factor all the things we already discussed in. We know Vi wanted them to be together. We know she is probably torturing herself over her sister's perceived death. But, we also have to consider the other side. Because by the end the Sisters are family again. So why would Jinx leave and not tell Vi the truth?:
Jinx herself will never know peace in Piltover or Zaun (at least as things are now). I'm not doing a whole thing here, but in Zaun they all want her to be their symbol. And in Piltover, regardless of her heroism or the reason she did what she did, there will always be stares and whispers for her crimes. Not to mention the whole process of whatever resolving the issues of her crimes would mean in the first place. It would not only be trouble for her, but probably for Vi and Caitlyn as well. She gave Vi permission to move forward with her life, and we saw Vi take it which is a reason to be hopeful. But if I were Jinx, and I had decided to leave, I would be very aware of the possibility that Vi would feel honor bound to leave the love she had found, and turn her back on the peace Jinx tried to convince her she deserves. Because while Vi is full to the brim with wonderful qualities, her journey to believing her own self-worth is still very new. And I think Jinx wisely would be worried Vi could not let her go alone. Just as Vi has to start finding herself free of their past, Jinx needs the same. It's not that she doesn't love Vi. I think she has made it EXTREMELY CLEAR that she does. But in terms of her mental state and her arc, I think she has resolved the conflict between the shattered ghost of Powder, and Silco's terrorist daughter. she IS JINX. She is no longer A JINX. And I think to find out what that means, she has to step away from the shadows of her past and start completely over. Just as Vi has to start finding out who she is without the crushing guilt and pain of their childhood. Listen yall, I know I can be quite harsh on Jinx especially because Vi is my favorite. But let me bring you back to something I first realized in my deep-dive on the sisters relationship.
Vi is a courageous, loving, and loyal sister who would fist fight the devil himself with one hand tied behind her back for her loved ones. But she is still only a person. And as always, the brilliantly heart wrenching writing of this show tells us exactly how Jinx feels about her older sister in the opening of the show, and proves it again at the end:
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Even when they were little girls on that bridge, Vi walked tall, trying to shield Powder from the horror around them. But when it became too much, when the horror, and the pain, and the loss overwhelmed her, Powder threw her small body over her big sister trying with everything in her to be that shield for Vi.... Just as she would the next time Violet needed her...
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I am firmly and completely convinced she would not leave Vi like that unless she truly felt it was the right thing for both of them. She has come to far and been through too much. Agree or disagree, I think she is doing her best to be that sister Vi deserves once more. Even if its painful.
What I Hope:
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My hope, is that Caitlyn shares her information with Violet when she feels she has enough to not devastate her beloved with false hope. And that hearing that, Vi will choose to honor her sister's decision, as well as see the truth that she herself deserves love, and peace, and safety, and be at peace. My hope is that in the end, Vi can see Jinx's decision was not one of neglect, or abandonment, or crisis. But just as Vi had always tried so hard to be Jinx needed, in that moment Jinx saw what they both needed, and made the hard call, to give them both the chance the world tried to steal from them.
Thank you all for reading. I know I have been a tad feisty lately and I wanted to get back to talking about what I love about this show! These characters and this story connect with us all on such deep levels because of their humanity. Their flaws, their strengths, the moments they succeed and the moments they fall short. Ultimately, we can't know if Violet will do the right thing if and when she finds out. But she and Caitlyn give me hope. I hope this has done the same for you.
Never stop standing for the stories that matter. See yall next time!
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downbad4sylus ยท 22 hours ago
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โ€œThis mark is differentโ€
(part 3 to โ€œI killed youโ€)
synopsis: You and Sylus return to the base from the field of flowers where he shows you his horns.
content: NSFW; 18+ MDNI; smut with some plot; sylus x afab!reader; reader is MC; use of Y/N; soft!sylus; virgin!sylus (i am of the opinion that sylus wouldnโ€™t so much as breathe near another woman who isnโ€™t MC); virgin!reader; kissing; oral (fem receiving); p in v; soft sex; slightly rough sex; no protection (wrap it up kids); multiple orgasms; idk if this counts as monster fucking but sylus has horns and a tail; mostly proofread
word count: ~3.5k
tags: @travelerth; @midiplier; @satansdaughter123; @bookfreakk
a/n: massive thank you once again to everyone whoโ€™s read, liked, and reblogged parts 1 and 2, i genuinely canโ€™t express how happy it makes me that so many of you have enjoyed these little stories :โ€™) anywaayyy, in honor of the new banner and all the new spicy content (bless our game developer overlords) here is part 3 where things between you and Sylus get a little spiicccyyyy
Okay, so when Sylus asked if you wanted to go back to the base and see his horns, you might have taken him a little too literally.
What you thought was him innocently taking you to his bedroomโ€”warning the twins on your way that he still didnโ€™t want to be botheredโ€”turned out to be far from that.
Which was how you found yourself currently pinned beneath him on his bed, tongues tangling and lungs screaming for air, no horns in sight. Or tail. Or wings.
You lightly pounded a fist against his chest. โ€œSylusโ€ฆI needโ€ฆto breatheโ€ฆโ€
Sylus was loath to part from you, but did so regardless, taking the opportunity to marvel at the sight of you before him. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, chest heaving. You were beautiful, perfect, and his.
โ€œDo you want to stop?โ€ he asked, making sure he had your consent before he continued.
You bit your lip, and he nearly lost control then and there. How many times did he have to tell you to stop doing that?
โ€œHow far are we going?โ€ you asked softly.
โ€œAs far as you want, sweetie,โ€ Sylus assured. โ€œI wonโ€™t do anything you donโ€™t want me to.โ€
โ€œI, um, havenโ€™t really done anything before,โ€ you confessed, turning your face away so you didnโ€™t have to look at him.
Sure, you had a few boyfriends throughout the years but youโ€™d never had more than a heated makeout session, it was usually the reason why those relationships ended. You werenโ€™t a prude or anything, you were just saving yourself for when someone really special came along. Or maybe youโ€™d unknowingly been waiting for Sylus to come along.
Sylus pinched your chin and forced your eyes back to his. โ€œMe neither.โ€
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. โ€œReally?โ€
He nodded. โ€œIโ€™d never give myself to anyone but you.โ€ He released your chin in favor of dragging a finger down your neck before wrapping his hand around it, careful not to choke you. โ€œI do, however, have a very good memory.โ€
Your heart thundered in your chest. You wanted him. You needed him. And most importantly, you trusted him.
โ€œOkay,โ€ you breathed.
โ€œOkay what, sweetie? I need you to tell me exactly what you want,โ€ Sylus said, his thumb rubbing soothingly along the length of your neck.
โ€œI want you, Sylus, all of you,โ€ you said. โ€œI want you to make me feel good.โ€
โ€œOh, Y/N, Iโ€™ll do so much better than that.โ€
He released your neck, trailing his large hand over your chest and down your stomach until his fingers teased the hem of your shirt.
โ€œMay I?โ€ he asked.
You nodded. โ€œBut I get to take off yours next.โ€
Sylus chuckled. โ€œAre you trying to make a deal with me right now?โ€
You nodded again, smiling. โ€œFor every one thing you strip off of me, I get to strip something off of you.โ€
His ruby-red eyes sparkled. โ€œAnd those are your terms?โ€
โ€œThose are my terms.โ€
โ€œThen itโ€™s a deal.โ€
You eagerly sat up and held your arms above your head. Sylus huffed, clearly amused by your enthusiasm, and gripped the bottom of your shirt in both his hands. In one smooth motion, he removed it, tossing it aside as his gaze roved hungrily over your now-bare skin.
When you reached for his shirt, intent on running your hands all over his delicious abs, you suddenly found yourself back against the mattress, wrists pinned to the pillows.
You blinked to find Sylus hovering above you sporting a positively wicked smile.
โ€œSylus! What are you doing?โ€ you exclaimed, fighting to free your wrists.
He cocked his head. โ€œYou never said when you got to rid me of my clothes,โ€ he drawled in that infuriatingly smug tone of his. โ€œYou need to be more specific when setting your terms, sweetie.โ€
Your mouth popped open. This was what you got for trying to make a deal with the King of Deals himself.
โ€œNow, letโ€™s get rid of this next,โ€ he mused, trailing his fingertips along the underwire of your bra.
โ€œHow are youโ€”โ€œ
Black-red mist enveloped your bra, tickling the skin underneath. It took only a moment for Sylusโ€™s Evol to make quick work of it, the undergarment reduced to black and red specks of dust, leaving your upper half fully exposed.
Sylusโ€™s pupils dilated as his hand gently cupped your breast, and you whimpered when his thumb brushed over your nipple.
โ€œSo beautiful,โ€ he murmured, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. โ€œAnd all mine.โ€
He was barely touching you yet your core had already gone molten and was beginning to throb with need. You needed more of him, his hands, his lips, his tongue, his coโ€”
A jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, tearing a loud moan from your lips as Sylus closed his own over your neglected nipple. He continued, tongue laving and teeth biting until he switched to your other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention.
You were panting by the time he lifted his head with a quiet smack of his lips.
But Sylus was far from finished.
He kissed his way up to your neck, where he licked and sucked at your sensitive skin. You wanted to touch him, thread your fingers through his hair but he still had your wrists pinned firmly above your head with seemingly no intention of releasing them.
You cried out, your back arching as Sylus sunk his teeth into your neck.
โ€œThis mark is different,โ€ he breathed, lapping his tongue over it to soothe the sting. โ€œThis time, I want to count how many times I can make you come before it fades.โ€
โ€œFuck Sy,โ€ you groaned.
He trailed down again until he reached the waistband of your pants. He looked at you, one brow raised, silently asking for your consent. You nodded, straining against his hold on your wrists, desperate to bury your hands in his hair.
You nearly cried with relief when he finally removed his hand, only to have your wrists bound by his Evol instead.
โ€œSylus,โ€ you whined.
He chuckled. โ€œBe a good girl and let me have my fun first,โ€ he said. โ€œYouโ€™re the one who asked me to make you feel good.โ€
โ€œThen stop teasing me already!โ€
โ€œMmm, very well.โ€
Sylus yanked off your pants, leaving you in just your underwear, which were soaked through by this point. He made quick work taking them off as well, groaning at the sight of you finally naked before him.
โ€œSo, so beautiful,โ€ he murmured reverently as he reached out, brushing his thumb over your clit. Your hips bucked at the contact, and it was all the reaction Sylus needed before descending on you like a man starved.
Spreading your legs wide, Sylus licked your slick entrance, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your back bowed off the bed, crying out in pleasure as he focused his efforts on your throbbing clit. He slung an arm across your waist and pushed you back down, keeping you locked in place, unable to escape the pleasure he was so eager to give you.
His unoccupied hand ghosted along your inner thigh, growing closer and closer to where his mouth was, until he reached your entrance and slipped a finger inside.
You moaned. โ€œPlease Sy,โ€ you begged him. โ€œPlease let me touch you.โ€
Without parting from your core, Sylusโ€™s Evol dissipated from your wrists, freeing you at last. Your hands immediately went to his head, burying your fingers in his hair.
Release tingled down your spine, the tension poised to snap. When Sylus added a second finger he nearly undid you then and there.
You grip his hair harder, moving your hips as much as his iron grip would allow, riding his face.
โ€œSylus,โ€ you panted. โ€œSylus Iโ€™m gonnaโ€”ah.โ€
โ€œGo ahead, sweetie,โ€ Sylus said gruffly. โ€œCome for me.โ€
And you did, the tension exploding as you came all over his mouth and fingers. He continued to lick and suck, his fingers pumping in and out while you rode out your high, stopping only when your body went limp beneath him.
โ€œThatโ€™s one,โ€ Sylus said proudly, straightening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You stared at the slick covering his fingers, transfixed by the way it shined in the light. Sylus noticed.
โ€œWant a taste for yourself?โ€ he asked.
Heat flooded your cheeks but when your eyes met his, you nodded.
โ€œOpen,โ€ he commanded. You obeyed and Sylus slid his fingers inside your mouth. When you closed your lips around them he said, โ€œNow suck.โ€
You couldnโ€™t feel any embarrassment you were so turned on, tasting yourself as you licked and sucked Sylusโ€™s fingers clean.
โ€œGood girl,โ€ Sylus purred as his withdrew his fingers. โ€œWould you like to uphold your end of our deal now?โ€
You pounced on him, almost knocking you both off the bed. You tore at Sylusโ€™s shirt, bunching it up over his torso before ripping it off his head. Without stopping to admire his physique, you rose on your knees, positioned on either side of his legs, and unbuckled his belt. The bulge in his pants made your mouth water and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your hands around his cock and wring as much pleasure out from him as he did you.
โ€œLift your hips,โ€ you told Sylus.
He raised them, his chest heaving with anticipation as he watched you. You hurriedly popped the button and pulled the zipper down, then with all your might, grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear and yanked.
Sylusโ€™s hard cock slapped against his abdomen and you nearly abandoned undressing him at the sight of it. He was long and thick, precum leaking from his slit and onto his stomach. You wanted to touch it, taste it, feel it inside of you.
โ€œDonโ€™t stop now, kitten,โ€ Sylus encouraged, his voice breathless. โ€œYou canโ€™t leave my pants like this.โ€
You blinked, realizing youโ€™d be staring at his cock, hands still gripped tight on his pants, which were only halfway down his thighs. You mumbled an apology and managed to finish stripping him, tossing his clothes aside onto the floor somewhere.
Sylus groaned as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. โ€œKitten,โ€ he panted. You dragged your hand up his length, gathering the precum at the tip before running it back down. โ€œHahโ€”ah, that feels so good.โ€
But Sylus grabbed your wrist, stopping you.
You pouted. โ€œI want to make you feel good too.โ€
He smirked. โ€œYou can do that some other time, right now, I need to be inside you.โ€
Sylus sat up, putting you at eye level.
Your breath caught. He was so beautiful, with his sharp, chiseled features, but what really took your breath away was the look in his eyes. He looked at you like you held his entire world in your hands. Like you were the only light shining in a life otherwise shrouded in darkness. You loved this man, and it was so heart achingly clear he loved you too.
Sylus cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. โ€œYouโ€™re sure you want to do this?โ€
โ€œIโ€™ve never been so sure about anything before,โ€ you answered him with a smile. โ€œI love you, Sylus.โ€
He smiled too, a real smile, not anything like his smug ones. โ€œI love you too, Y/N.โ€
He kissed you, lips pressing softly on yours. It was slow and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world to just enjoy each other. Even when your tongues met, you didnโ€™t rush, Sylus gently pushing you down onto the mattress.
He drew back when his cock teased your entrance. โ€œIโ€™m going to go slow, okay? If it hurts or you need me to stop, just let me know.โ€
Your hands flew up to his face. โ€œSylus wait.โ€
He didnโ€™t move a muscle.
โ€œYou said I could see your horns.โ€
Sylus faltered. โ€œSweetie, Iโ€™m not sure thatโ€™s a good idea.โ€
You shook your head. โ€œNo, I want to see them, Sy, and your wings and tail. I said I wanted all of you and I meant all of you.โ€
Sylusโ€™s heart thundered in his chest, unsure whether to give in to your demands. He was sure if he protested further, heโ€™d be able to convince you to drop it for now. In truth, though, he was nervous. Yes you had remembered your past together but youโ€™d never seen him in his dragon form in this life. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you. Heโ€™d never recover if you saw him as the monster he truly was, you were the only one who loved him despite that very fact.
โ€œSylus.โ€
Hearing his own name tore him from his thoughts, his gaze fixing on your face.
โ€œI love you now just as much as I did then, dragon and all,โ€ you said firmly. โ€œPlease, I want you to be able to be yourself with me.โ€
Sylus hung his head and sighed, resigning to your demands. โ€œFine, but no wings, theyโ€™re too big for the bed.โ€
โ€œOkay, I can live with that.โ€
Sylus huffed and brought his lips back to yours. As you kissed, black-red mist swirled at the top of Sylusโ€™s head and at the base of his spine, revealing his scaled, black horns and tail.
He held his breath as he parted from you, bracing himself for your reaction. But when you opened your eyes, they were not filled with fear. They were filled with awe.
You lifted a hand and brushed the bottom of one of Sylusโ€™s horns. He shivered at your touch, his tail swishing back and forth behind him.
โ€œAre they sensitive?โ€ you asked, ghosting your fingers up the length.
โ€œYes,โ€ Sylus breathed.
You hummed thoughtfully as you angled your head, peering at his tail, then looking back at him. โ€œYou really are beautiful, Sy.โ€
He swallowed against the lump in his throat, moved far more than he could ever express with words that you found him beautiful, even like this.
โ€œMay I continue now?โ€ he asked, deflecting with his usual arrogance.
You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. โ€œPlease.โ€
Sylus almost lost his self control at the relief that flooded through him. His cock was throbbing so hard it was painful, and the only way he could soothe it was to be buried deep inside your cunt.
Tail thrashing wildly, Sylus repositioned the head of his cock at your entrance, somehow even more soaked now than before. Coating himself first, he then began pushing past your folds.
You inhaled sharply at the burn as your walls stretched to accommodate his size.
โ€œRelax, my love,โ€ Sylus soothed, one hand trailing down toward your core. He gently circled your clit, encouraging your body to relax.
You whimpered, clenching around the head of his cock, desperate for him to fill you more despite the pain.
Taking his time, Sylus rocked his hips slowly, easing into you inch by inch all while rubbing your clit to keep you loose. By the time he bottomed out, the pain youโ€™d felt had been long replaced by the pure pleasure of being filled with his cock.
Sylus trembled with the restraint it took to not start pounding into you, wanting your first time to be more loving and tender. There was plenty of time to take you hard and rough.
โ€œIโ€™m going to move now, okay?โ€ he warned, breathing heavily.
โ€œYes, please,โ€ you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He groaned and rocked his hips until just his tip was left inside you, before sliding back in. You both moaned as Sylus began thrusting in earnest, his pace slow and steady.
โ€œYou feel so good, Y/N,โ€ Sylus panted. โ€œJust like I remember.โ€
You were unable to respond, too consumed by the way he moved inside you, his cock hitting you in all the right places.
As though it had a mind of its own, Sylusโ€™s tail snaked around one of your legs, keeping it locked to his waist.
Tension building already, your nails dug into Sylusโ€™s back as each thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge. Sylus could fell your walls fluttering around his cock, and while he wanted nothing more than to lose himself right along with you, he was determined to rip as many orgasms out of you as he could.
He picked up the pace slightly and you responded in kind, tightening your grip on him as you cried out.
โ€œSylus, oh fuck, donโ€™t stop, please please please donโ€™t stop.โ€
He chuckled. โ€œWouldnโ€™t dream of it.โ€
He captured your lips in an impassioned kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth as you moaned. One hand cupped a breast, his fingers teasing your nipple before moving on the other.
His touch, his kiss, his cock, it was all too much.
Your back arched as you came, waves of pleasure washing over your body again and again with seemingly no end. Sylus kept moving through it, pausing when you finally slumped into the bed.
โ€œThatโ€™s two, but weโ€™re not finished yet, kitten,โ€ Sylus growled.
You hardly registered his words before he was flipping you onto your stomach, a shocked oof breezing past your parted lips. He dragged your hips up so your ass was in the air, sliding his cock back into your cunt with ease. His tail slid along your ribs, then across your breasts, the hard scales rubbing on your sensitive nipples, and it pulled you flush to Sylusโ€™s chest. On instinct, you reached back and grabbed onto both of his horns. The groan he let out was purely animalistic.
โ€œYou better hold on tight,โ€ he whispered in your ear, the only warning you got before his cock started slamming into you.
You moaned at the delicious new angle, your body already working toward another orgasm. Admittedly, youโ€™d been a bit nervous that Sylus was relying solely on memory from another lifetime in order to please you, and truly you wouldโ€™ve been happy with whatever heโ€™d be able to give you. But this? This was not at all what you expected.
โ€œI wonโ€™t last much longer, kitten,โ€ Sylus warned, his thrusts growing sloppy, โ€œand I fully intend on bringing you with me.โ€
His hand slid down your abdomen, two fingers finding your clit and rubbing in quick, tight circles.
Your cunt clenched hard around his cock as you pulled on his horns, your mouth popping open in a silent cry. Sylus groaned, doubling his efforts both with his cock and his fingers.
โ€œSylus!โ€ you yelled, body tensing. โ€œSylus, oh please.โ€
โ€œGive me one more, Y/N,โ€ he muttered. โ€œBe a good girl and give me one more.โ€
Your climax slammed into you, your vision going white as the pleasure rocked your body harder than the last two. It drove Sylus straight off the cliff edge, chasing his high right alongside you, filling your cunt to the brim.
When you were both spent, Sylus collapsed on top of you, but you were too fucked out of your mind to care about his weight crushing you.
He didnโ€™t linger on you too long though, rolling over onto his side, taking you with him as his tail was still wound around your breasts. He peppered kisses on your neck and shoulder, making you smile.
You twisted in his hold to face him, placing a chaste kiss of your own right on his lips. โ€œI love you, Sy,โ€ you murmured.
โ€œI love you too, sweetie,โ€ he replied quietly.
โ€œDoes this mean youโ€™re my boyfriend now?โ€ you asked, the picture of innocence.
Sylus scoffed. โ€œI was under the impression I was much more than just your boyfriend.โ€
โ€œYou are, but I canโ€™t introduce you to people as my soul-bound lover,โ€ you protested. โ€œWe need a socially acceptable label, Sy.โ€
โ€œYou want to introduce me to all your little Hunter friends?โ€
โ€œYeah, as my small-business-owner-slash-fruit-stall-vendor boyfriend, Skye!โ€
He gave you an incredulous look, as if he couldnโ€™t believe you were having this conversation right now. But, heโ€™d never deny you anything. โ€œFine, Iโ€™ll be your boyfriend as long as you get to be my girlfriend.โ€
โ€œYou have to ask me first.โ€
He blinked. โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œYou have to ask me to be your girlfriend first.โ€
Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. โ€œY/N, my love, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?โ€
You grinned and smacked your lips against his. โ€œI thought youโ€™d never ask.โ€
Little did you know that Sylus had much bigger plans in mind than you being just his girlfriend. Fiancรฉ was good, but wife was even better. You know, for the sake of socially acceptable labels, of course.
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sp1d3rzz ยท 14 hours ago
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Pervert!Midoriya
final / pt.3
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pt.1 pt.2
WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!
Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.
A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (๏ผพ๏ฝฐ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!
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Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.
The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.
It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."
He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.
So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.
Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.
One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.
"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"
He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.
It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.
Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.
Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybeโ€” just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.
Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."
Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.
It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.
"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!
His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing soโ€“"
"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.
And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.
Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.
Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.
While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.
You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.
His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shitโ€” feels s-soโ€“ good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.
The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.
It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonnaโ€” fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.
Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do youโ€“" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.
" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"
Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?
When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were doneโ€”" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.
Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.
You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shitโ€“" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.
He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.
He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.
The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.
As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're soโ€” fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.
You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.
Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.
The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Pleaseโ€” don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.
You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.
Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.
The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.
But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.
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danyasblogsblog ยท 2 days ago
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I MISSED YOU Kร–NIG
this is inspired by @machveil โ€˜s writing. please check out their blog, they have SUCH detailed writing and amazing work. they are so talented, please go follow them!!
warnings : really fluffy
- husband!kรถnig cones home from a sudden deployment, tired and stressed. you take care of him (not nsfw)
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kรคsespรคtzle - a german dish, think of it as mac and cheese
liebling, schatz - darling
tauben - dove
the scent of kรคsespรคtzle spread around the house. you sighed as you grated the cheese over the pasta- waiting to hear kรถnig open the front door and so you can run to him and hold him.
โ€˜why did i decide to make german food..โ€™ you said to yourself. your arms ached as you held up the bag of cheese- putting it back into the fridge. you took the counter wiper and cleaned up the small mess you had made while boiling the pasta, your eyebrows slightly furrowing due to the fact your husband wasnโ€™t home yet. 6:07PM. you groaned. you thought about how much you missed his muscular arms, and how his blue eyes lit up whenever you made him food, and how warm he was in the cold winter days at night and- creeeaaakkkk!!
the front door opened and you instantly ran down the hallway to greet your husband. his tired, steel eyes lit up when he saw you. you held eachother in a tight embrace. even though kรถnig was clearly exhausted, with darker circles around his eyes than the day he left, his energy replenished seeing your bright face. you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. his muscular arms wrapped around your waist- rubbing your back so gently. you missed him.
.ใƒปใ‚œใ‚œใƒปใ€€ใ€€ใƒปใ‚œใ‚œใƒป๏ผŽ
you sat him down the dining table, covering his eyes with your hands. โ€˜liebling, i already know what it is- kรคsespรคtzle is too familiar of a smell to me.โ€™ he said, grinning slightly. it was the first time he felt that special type of happiness in while - the kind of happiness he only gets with you. โ€˜shush, its not!! its something elseโ€™ you lied through your teeth. you wanted to make this moment as special as possible.
you made this dish for him hundreds of times, adding a few different ingredients every few dishes to perfect the meal. this time, you knew you made the dish in the best way. you brought the dish from the kitchen, placing it down in front of him (obviously before making sure his eyes were SQUEEZED shut!!). you blew on the dish a few times- making sure it wasnt too hot. โ€˜okayโ€ฆ 3โ€ฆ2โ€ฆ1!! open your eyes!!โ€™
kรถnigโ€™s eyes opened, revealing his sore blue eyes. you could see them light up like fireworks, seeing the dish. he immediately ate some spoonfuls, and between every bite he thanked you for taking care of him. you massaged his shoulders as he ate, trying to get rid of the tension in him from the past deployment. by the time he finished the food, you practically thought he was gonna eat the plate.
โ€˜thank you so much, schatz. but you did lie to me..โ€™ kรถnig said, standing up and kissing your forehead. you rolled your eyes, taking the empty plate and quickly taking it to the kitchen sink- your husband following you, telling you how delicious the meal was.
โ€˜thank you, tauben.โ€™
you smiled at him, staring up into his hypnotising, beautiful eyes. you could tell he was exhausted, by the way his eyes slightly creased and the dark circles had dark circles. kรถnig held you in a gentle embrace, his chin resting against the top of your head. he could feel himself practically drifting off, his eyes heavy.
โ€˜do you want to sleep, my love?โ€™ you muttered into his chest. he hummed in response, the vibration from him against you.
you opened the door to your shared bedroom, the closed door blocked off the smell of the kรคsespรคtzle, which still lingered around the house. kรถnig felt his life coming back to him as he fell into the bed, his body making a dip in the mattress on his side. you jumped in next to him, covering a blanket over the two of you. you brought yourself closer to him, feeling in his scent and his warmth. you buried yourself into his neck, your breath tickling his jawline. โ€˜i missed you, schatz.โ€™ he whispered into your ear. โ€˜i missed you too, love.โ€™
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giddyfatherchris ยท 22 hours ago
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A movie i've seen before III
pairing. bang chan x f!reader
type. not requested, a little fluff and a whole lot of angst
warnings. f!reader, crying, relationships issues, trust issues, angst angst ANGST
wc. 4k
a/n. here we go part 3!! this one will be rough LMAO it took me so long to write it and it made me so angsty when i did buuuuuut i kinda love it and ive been having a whole lot of fun writing sm angst even though im so nervous to post this since its not in my "usual" styleโ€ฆ anyway i hope youโ€™ll enjoy mwah xx oh and! i love to listen to music when im writing and reading so hereโ€™s a few song i had on repeat while writing this: guilty as sin - taylor swift, ceilings - lizzy mcalpine, i wish i hated you - ariana grande (in this order specifically!)
dont forget to tell me if you want to be added to the tag list for the next part x
part I part II
(pics are not mine! credit to the owners!)
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The streets were softly illuminated. Restaurants and little bars were stuffed with people laughing and enjoying the gorgeous night. You looked around and felt a wave of glee wash over you. You loved people-watching, the freedom of the soft wind dancing through your hair, and most of all, you loved being here with him.
Rehearsals had been a flying success. The boys had been so excited to see some of their friends and the day flew by in a second. When you returned to the hotel, you should have been exhausted from such an intense and packed day. Still, all you felt was excitement and energy course through your blood at the prospect of the coming evening. Once you made sure the other boys were settled, they all encouraged you to go out, have some fun, and take advantage of being in the famous French city. Even Felix gave you an encouraging smile as you headed out, Chan by your side.
At first, he had been reluctant about your night out with his leader. He was scared for your heart. At the same time, he knew how hard you always worked and as he helped you decide on an outfit, he realized it had been a long time since he saw you this excited. So despite his reserves, he helped you figure out a cute outfit with a genuine smile. You deserved to enjoy the city and have fun after all your hard work. No matter what would come out of this night, he would be there for you and that's what mattered the most.
Even though you had spent the last few weeks making sure you kept a certain distance between you and the man at your side, you decided not to care about it tonight. You were tired, extenuated from trying to guard your heart. Chan's attitude in the past few weeks seemed different. Maybe Felix was wrong, perhaps he was ready for something more. So tonight you would be yourself, and enjoy whatever happened. You decided you deserved it. So you didn't refrain from doing anything you might have done before or wanted to do now. You let Chan hold your hand as you walked through the city. You let him hand-feed you a bite of his plate as you chatted in the restaurant. You let him take pictures of you as you walked near the Seine, an honest smile on your lips. You didn't hold back from replacing his curls once the wind had disheveled them. You didn't hold back from laying your head on his shoulder as you looked at the magical view.
You hadn't noticed, but every little touch or attention planted seeds of hope in your heart.
In return, Chan seemed to beam at the returned normalcy of your relationship. He was more touchy than ever, a sparkle illuminating his eyes as he made jokes with the sole purpose of gorging himself on the sight of the adorable crinkles around your eyes. He shivered at the feather-light touch of your fingers on him when you made sure he looked perfect for some pictures he intended to post on Instagram for his dear STAYs. You gave a toothy grin as you pinched his cheeks before stepping away for more pictures. He didn't hesitate before asking a stranger with a broken French if they could snap one of you two. An amused light danced in your eyes, and you took a sharp breath when you felt his hand slide on your hips, bringing you closer to him for the picture. You lifted your eyes for a millisecond, a foreign but gentle expression on your face. He looked at you with the softest, most tender smile, before you gave him one in return, and rested your head and hand on his chest. You could swear you felt the thundering beat of his heart beneath his shirt. Or maybe you were mistaking it for your own, reverberating in your whole body.
"Vous รชtes trรจs mignons," complimented the stranger with a kind smile and a subtle wink.
You thanked him with rosy cheeks, not daring to comment. Chan came up behind you, asking what the stranger had said exactly, but you barely registered the words as you looked at the pictures on your phone. They were stunning. The lights, the view, but most strikingly, the way you looked together. Your heart skipped a beat as you swiped to see the picture the man had taken when you weren't posed yet. When you were still looking at Chan with that surprised and delighted expression and he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. He saw the picture and put his hand on your shoulders.
"They're beautiful," he said in a hushed voice as if the emotion currently gripping you had its claws dug deep in him too.
You looked back at him with a smile, trying to slow the fast pace of your beating heart. Ancient fears tried grabbing at your heart, but you pushed them away, holding on to your promise. He nodded towards the street, encouraging you to keep walking. His hand grabbed yours effortlessly and squeezed once before he started to walk. Soon, the Eiffel Tower appeared, and you couldn't hold a gasp from escaping your lips.
It was beautiful, stark on the starry night sky, illuminated like a beacon in the dark. Chan chuckled at your marvel and looked fondly at you as you ushered him to walk faster.
You settled on a park bench, his arm going around your shoulders as you cuddled into his side.
"This is perfect," you whispered after a moment of silent contemplation.
"It is," he answered, his lips so close that if he moved a little they would connect with your forehead.
"I'm really happy to be here with you. Thank you for everything."
The man's heart tightened at your words. "No, thank you," his words felt choked and you backed away enough to face him. "You are so amazing. You're the best at handling us and youโ€™re you're so organized. I don't know how we would deal without you and I don't mean just at work. You're truly such a special person to us... to me." Stars danced in your eyes as you looked at him, so open, so inviting. "Thank you for being in my life. I don't know what I would do without you." Softly his lips touched your forehead in a tender kiss. You closed your eyes relishing in the warmth they spread on your skin. Never before had he been so honest about his feelings in your regard. The little declaration made your heart beat even faster. Seeds of hope were slowly blossoming into small, delicate flowers. Maybe, just maybe your proximity tonight meant more for him than you imagined.
Your eyes stayed closed even as he pulled away, even as he softly stroked the side of your face with his thumb. You were so scared to open them, terrified to know what would happen, what you would read on his angelic face. He brought you closer, so close you could feel his breath mingling with yours. You waited, incapable of opening your eyes.
"Y/n," he uttered softly. "Please, look at me."
You obeyed, softly batting your eyelashes, and felt electrified as the intensity contained in his eyes struck you. His gaze slowly tumbled to your soft lips, slightly opened, puffing each breath. His eyes came back up a second with a silent question. You knew he would not do anything before you said yes and it made your heart bloom as you nodded imperceptibly. And just like that, he linked his plush lips with yours. It was earth-shattering in a soft and shaking to the core way.
You backed away for a second to catch your breath and this time was the one to lift your hand, softly pulling at his shirt as you kissed him once more. This second kiss was still soft, but so deep, so full of emotions. It made your hands tremble. You moved in tandem, both the only people in the world who knew the rhythm of this foreign dance. The kiss made you feel tingly like nothing else maintained you to the earth except for his hands on your cheek and his lips on yours. It grew, both of you wanting, needing more. Your hands went up to his jaw, softly caressing the soft skin there, the skin you had wished to touch so many times. A low grumble echoed in his chest, the vibration almost making you purr back. You separated softly, slowly, stealing little kisses before resting your foreheads together, catching your breaths. His thumb fell on your bottom lip, softly plucking it apart from the top one. He was enthralled by the shallow breath you exhaled. Slowly, but surely you remembered where you were. You remembered you were sitting on a bench in France, and you realized you had just kissed. Panic slowly spread through your gaze, threatening to overpower the feeling of daze you had been previously bathed in. He noticed and a shadow seemed to pass in his eyes but before you could analyze it or say something he kissed your lips again. You had no idea what that little peck meant, and he didn't seem to know either but still, he smiled.
"You want to go back?" he whispered, his head still pressed to yours. You nodded quickly and took his hand as you walked back, your mind racing even as it clawed to stay in the daze it had been in for the whole night.
He held your hand on the way back until you felt its warmth leave yours to replace a few errant strands of his hair and didn't find it again. You tried not overthinking. He was allowed not to touch you at all times even after you had shared a kiss. And the fact that he had been all over you all night and suddenly wouldn't hold your hand didn't mean anything, right? You tried reasoning with yourself but couldn't deny that the sudden loss of his touch made an insidious cold creep into your bones.
As you approached the hotel and entered the lobby, Chan was so very polite and cordial. He kept his gaze straight forward and gave a polite smile to the few staff you encountered but didn't say a word to you. Long gone was the laid-back and giggly man you had spent the evening with. The ride in the elevator was silent, and not the kind of comfortable one you had experienced so many times. This one was heavy, full of meaning. You could feel regret emanating from his every gesture. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you held on, not wanting him to know how much this affected you.
Felix had warned you that Chan did not have the space in his life for a partner. You knew it, but still, you allowed yourself to let down your guard, and enjoy your time with him. What happened tonight could never happen again. The way this sole kiss had made you feel was to be used as a warning. If one night with him, carefree, had made you feel such a way... you had to keep your distance and be careful. If you let this go on, it would destroy you. You knew it now. Doing this tonight was a mistake because you didn't just like him. You were incontestably in love with Christopher Chan Bahng. And he wasn't and couldn't be because of everything he was.
He walked you to your room and stopped in front of the door. With your hand on the handle, you looked back at him, trying and failing to hide the pain in your eyes.
"Y/n, about tonight I-..." he started.
"Don't," you breathed out. "I know Chan. It won't happen again. I know it didn't mean anything." He shuffled in place, not even denying your claim. Your heart crumpled in pieces, nausea seizing you. "Don't worry about it," you finally whispered as you closed the door on him, on the possibility of him and everything he meant to you.
The little light of hope you felt earlier had been brutally put out. Delicate flowers ripped from their soil with an all-encompassing pain.
You got up the next day feeling like you had been ran over by a truck. Usually, you were a fast and heavy sleeper, but insomnia had seized you until the late hours of the night. But concert day would show you no pity. You had a job to do, and so you plastered a smile on your face and focused on the tasks at hand. You concentrated on compartmentalizing and acting like nothing happened, telling the boys about your amazing night, while omitting the kiss. The show went splendidly well, the boys gained many new supporters with this performance it was nothing short of a flying success. You struggled to feel anything as they smiled at you and spoke excitedly on the drive back to the airport. Once on the plane, you watched Chan sit down with a sour feeling in your chest. In the next row, Felix signaled for you to sit next to him but you couldn't. You hadn't told him the truth about your night, you weren't ready to face the possible 'I told you so' or worse, his tender compassion. Spotting an empty seat beside Minho, you stopped in front of him. "Can I sit here?" At his questioning look you allowed him to see an ounce of the sadness you carried. "Please, I just... don't want to be disturbed," you shared in a small voice.
Immediately his eyes took on a protective expression, he nodded and patted the window seat next to him. Relieved to know no one would get past your protector, you allowed sleep to swallow you and your pain, only waking up once you landed in Korea.
Cars sporadically zoomed by, their lights blinding you and making your eyes squeeze in pain, which actually wasn't that bad a thing considering how tired you were. The zaps of light were at least keeping you awake. The intense few days had taken a great toll on everyone, and the 12-hour flight on top did not help. Still, being the best one in shape you volunteered to drive. Chan in the passenger seat silently stared out the window while the boys were piled up in the back, sleeping peacefully.
You rubbed your eyes for the tenth time, hoping to finally get rid of the fatigue weighing on your bones that made your eyelids feel so damn heavy.
"If you're tired, I can drive."
You turned your head to find Chan staring at you. "I'm fine."
"I don't think you are. You have been rubbing your eyes and puffing for 20 minutes now. I got plenty of rest, I can drive the rest of the way."
You tightened your grip on the wheel, "I told you I didn't need you to."
"It's dangerous to drive when you're tired."
"Are you done?!" you lashed out. Turning your head to look at him you swerved on the road. Luckily there hadn't been any other cars, but your heart was beating out of your chest and you suddenly felt wide awake.
Chan stared at you with wide eyes for a second. "Okay, that's it. Pull over."
"No-"
"Y/n. Right now you're putting yourself and my members in danger. I can't allow that."
The sternness of his tone and a look in the mirror at the boys made you pull begrudgingly. You slammed the door and avoided his eyes while you switched sides. He tried to get ahold of you to apologize, but you pulled back as if the contact of his hands on your skin burned you.
"Y/n what's going on?"
"What's going on is that I'm tired. I'm exhausted," you sarcastically chuckled.
He wiped his eyes and sighed. "Listen, I get that but we all are."
You tried to bite your tongue to stop the words from coming out of your mouth but in the end, you couldn't. Maybe it was the extreme fatigue or emotional turmoil you had been going through for the past few weeks but you simply couldn't. You heard yourself speak words you never thought you would. "No. I mean that being in love with you is exhausting."
His arms slackened at his sides as his eyes grew big as saucers.
"You heard me right. I am in love with you. I should have known before, but our night in Paris confirmed that."
"Y/n... I can't give you or anyone anything more, specifically because of that. Being with me is exhausting. I already know that."
Irritation lit a fire in your blood. You were so done with this stupid man and his stupid beliefs that made him act like some fucking martyr, like the center of his soul was the problem while it had never been.
"Can you please stop? I'm tired of hearing you whine about how exhausting you are. No. It's not the actual loving you that's exhausting. You are lovable Chris as much as anyone else and to me even more than others. What's been exhausting is those past few weeks, this night we spent together. It's officially knowing you will never be able to return my feelings but knowing you still acted like you could. Holding my hand, looking at me with that smile. Telling me those nice things. Kissing me like I'm the best thing in your life. It's you playing with me that's killing me."
Tears of rage started rolling down your cheeks and for once you didn't want to keep them in. You wanted him to see how much pain he caused you.
"I never played with you I promise. I really do like you and enjoy being with you. That was never fake."
You let out an icy, short laugh. "And you think that makes it better? That is the definition of playing with someone Chan. A minute ago you told me you couldn't give me anything more. Now you're saying you meant everything. You're admitting to doing all those things even though you knew you never wanted more. And don't try to lie and tell me you were doing this for me or to try and see if you could actually be with me. You only did it for yourself, with your interests in mind. You wanted what I can give you without actually committing."
He dropped his gaze to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with you. He seemed defeated and his silence was nothing short of a confirmation of everything you accused him of. For the first time a word you would have never used in a thousand years to describe him came to mind. You took a step closer, forcing him to look into your eyes.
"I'm pretty sure you enjoy being with me. Everyone wants to be loved, and feel they matter but you act like you don't because you're afraid of what it entails. You're a coward," you seethed. "You build this wall around you, pretending you don't want anyone to love you the way you love them because you want to protect them, because you are just so noble and kind." You paused and scoffed, allowing time for your words to sink in. "But the truth is you're just scared. You're scared shitless Christopher. Scared not to be enough. Scared to be rejected. Scared to experience pain and loss. Everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE is scared of those things. The difference is we still try."
You took another step, your hands floating up to his face. "I know it means more to love you than it would mean to experience pain and fear." His face contorted as he tried to keep in tears. Your rage softened for a second and you rested your hand on his broad chest. Immediately his hand covered up yours. He took a breath, on the edge of saying something but you wouldn't allow it.
"At least that's what I used to believe." You slipped your hands from his and backed away. "I don't think I can anymore. Not when I have been shown so clearly that my feelings are not respected and understood for what they truly are. I love you, Chris. All I want to do is support and be there for you. I thought you just needed me to prove the depth of my love and I did so for the past year. I thought it would reassure you and kill that fear in your heart. I always thought you were such a kind and loving soul, that you just needed to see I really did love you for all you are. Now I'm starting to think maybe you are as emotionless as you try to make it seem to everyone." His brows furrowed at the accusation. "And you know what? I could even forgive that. I could forgive you if this was how you felt and you were honest with me about it. But no. You keep acting like you can one day return my feelings. You keep stringing me along." Your voice broke on the last words. It was hard to admit the truth. He had broken you in ways you could never explain. You were vulnerable, pathetically screaming at him from the side of the road. But you wouldn't stop. Now that you allowed yourself to be honest, words kept tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably. You felt a rush to your head, you felt dizzy, feverish. "And you know what's the worst about it? I know about all of this and still, I can't even get rid of those stupid feelings. I wish I could trust myself not to fall further in love with you but I can't. Every time I see you it all comes back. I can't forget your stupid smile and your stupid dimples and your stupid hugs and that stupid kiss we shared."
A deep breath escaped your tired body. "I wish I hated you."
Those tiny, hushed-out words felt like a direct punch to the gut. Physically incapable of speaking, your words echoed in his head eclipsing any other thoughts.
You drew a painful breath. It was over. You said what needed to be said. And even if it did feel good in the moment, you were left an empty shell. Silently, you both got back in the car. Chan took your place in the driver seat while you sat with your hood pulled up facing the window. In the back, seven boys acted as if they were still asleep even when they had heard everything.
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fuctacles ยท 23 hours ago
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"You said you weren't dating"
Happy New Year @stevesjockstrap <3 I'm sorry this is late, this is def not what you (or I) had in mind and I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, I will coontinue this soon :')
Also fill for my @fourormore bingo "Didn't know they were dating"
Ships: Corroded Coffin, Steve/Gareth | 2.6k | M | CC living together (AND THEY WERE ROOMMMATES), pre-relationship, Jealousy, Jealous and confused Eddie, confused Steve, some flavor of a/demi-sexuality happening
"Gaaaareeeeeth!"
"Eeeeedieeeeeeeee!"
Jeff sighs. Every day he questions his choice in friends. Did he really have to pick the ones that use echolocation to find each other? It's not like the apartment is that big anyway.ย 
Eddie jumps off the last few steps with a thud, and not for the first time, he worries one day he's going to break a leg doing so. And how a lead guitarist on a wheelchair will look in a metal band?
"Could you not jump like that?" he asks, knowing full well it will have no impact on Eddie's behaviour. But at least his conscience will be silent.ย 
"I could, but where's the fun in that?" Eddie grins at him as he passes, trying to pat his head but Jeff ducks out of the way. He just started growing it out.ย 
"Yeah, walking in a cast will be hella fun too," he mumbles, but gets completely ignored as Eddie has already entered the kitchen.ย 
"What is it that I'm hearing of you hogging the garage this Thursday?" he asks as soon as he sees Gareth.
His answer is a loud sniffle and a choked voice.ย 
"What's it to you? I just need it."
Eddie furrows his brows, suddenly worried.
"You okay, man?"
But as he steps closer he can see it's just the loads of onions Gareth's been trying to chop all by himself. He rolls his eyes.ย 
"Outta the way, nerd," he commands as he hip-checks his friend away from the counter. "Wash your hands and face, I don't want no snot in my food."
Gareth snorts softly, but goes to the sink to do as he was told.ย 
"You have at least three extra pairs of hands on deck, you should learn how to use them," Eddie half-heartedly scolds him.
"I know, I know," Gareth groans like an exasperated teenager, making Eddie smile. He was the youngest of the group and sometimes fell into that role way too easily.
"So, what do you need the garage for that doesn't involve your band? Working on a solo project already?" Eddie tries prying again. He can already feel the sting of his eyes, but keeps chopping.ย 
Gareth hums.ย 
"Yes and no," he says eventually. "It is a solo project, but I'm doing it with another person."
Eddie turns to him, blinking slowly while a singular tear rolls down his cheek.ย 
"What?"
His friend tears off a paper towel to dab at his face.
"I saw an ad that someone is looking for a musician to help with a personal project. And I answered it," he explains simply.ย 
Eddie leans away from his touch, his eyes wide in shock.ย 
"You're inviting a stranger into our metal haven to play their boring personal shit?"ย 
"Yes," Gareth deadpans. "Well, I haven't met him yet, so I don't know how boring it is. I just thought it would be fun to do something different."
"What's wrong with our thing?" Eddie bristles.ย 
"Nothing?" Gareth frowns. "I just wanted to try something else?"
"Traitor!" his guitarist slams the knife on the counter. "Betrayer of bands! Of sacred blood brother bond!" he seethes, escaping the kitchen.ย 
Gareth sighs.ย 
"You never did the blood pact," he murmurs to himself. He grabs the abandoned knife to drop it into the sink. At least all the onion has been chopped.ย 
"Hey, Gar?" Doug enters the kitchen with a confused frown. "Why is Eddie crying and telling me you're ditching us for some guy?"
===
It's Thursday and Eddie is seething. Faint sound of drums is coming from the garage, short, sharp, and unprofessional. Why is Gareth wasting his time on this guy? He didn't even come through the front door to properly introduce himself. What a jerk.
"Are you gonna just sit there like that?" Jeff asks him with a raised eyebrow, spotting him as he flies down the stairs.ย 
"He has to come up here at some point," Eddie roundaboutly answers that 'yes, absolutely'.
"And what then?" Jeff crosses his arms. "You're gonna give him a shovel talk? For paying our drummer for music lessons?"
Eddie's eyes widen.
"He's paying him?"ย 
"Obviously?" his friend scoffs.
"Gareth's a whore," Eddie gasps in mortified realization.ย 
Jeff shakes his head with a tired sigh, heading for the door.
"Honestly, you could follow his example, the rent isn't going to pay itself," he says, lacing up his boots.
"I am looking!" Eddie seethes.
"And I," Jeff stands back up and throws on his jacket. "Am off to work. Look harder." He salutes his friend before going out.
Eddie shakes his middle finger at the closed door. But then, he deflates. Jeff is right, he hasn't been very successful in finding a job, but he didn't want to do something that was completely meaningless and sucked the joy out of his soul. Nevertheless, he grabs the freshest issue of the local paper and flips it to the ad section.
At the very least it's a good pass-time for his stake-out mission.
His willing a pen to fly into his hand when the basement door opens to the sound of laughter.
"โ€”all wrapped up in the shower curtain, yelling for me to kill a spider. Heโ€”Oh, hi Eddie! This is our lead guitar, Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve."
Eddie gapes at his friend and the stranger in his house.ย 
Well, not exactly a stranger. Everybody from his year, and his second year, and half of his third year, knew of Steve fucking Harrington. The one and the same now waggling his fingers at him with an awkward smile.ย 
"Hi," he says like he hasn't been tainting Eddie's drummer with his whole jock thing.
"You're telling him our story," he goes ignored so Eddie can seethe with accusations at his friend.ย 
"Yeah?" Gareth raises an eyebrow at him. "I have half the rights to it?" he points out. He motions to Steve. "Bathroom is right under the staircase."
"Thanks," Steve skitters away, relieved to be out of eyesight.ย 
Eddie is ready to tear Gareth a new one about telling a random guy the story he always tells, but he's beaten to it by his friend's furious glare.
"Why are you rude to him?" he grits out quietly so his voice doesn't carry all the way to the bathroom. "He's our guest."
"He's your guest," Eddie corrects. "I didn't invite him."
"Well, he's also paying me to come up with music for his songs, so you could at least not make him leave and find a friendlier place to do so."
Eddie scoffs.ย 
"And what are these songs about? Boobs and parties?"
Gareth takes a fleeting glance at the bathroom door, before hurrying to the couch to lean over it and get closer to Eddie.
"They are actually so depressing, dude," he whispers. "Like, I'm kind of worried about the guy."
"I'm kind of not believing you," Eddie pulls a skeptical face.ย 
"Remember the song Jeff wrote after Toffee died? They're all like that."
"Oh shit."
The bathroom doors open and they jump away from each other so they wouldn't look like they were whispering behind his back.
"Hi, uh," Eddie swallows his pride for the time being. "Sorry for being a dick, guess I just don't like when someone steals my favorite drummer." He shrugs with an awkward smile.
Steve, thank gods, laughs good-naturedly.ย 
"Ah no worries. I promise I'll give him back in perfect condition."
He smiles, but not at Eddie, at Gareth, who gives an awkward chuckle. Eddie looks between them, the interaction blasting alarm bells in his head.ย 
"Want something to drink?" Gareth ask his paying guest.ย 
"Oh I'm parched." The infuriating smile, no, a smirk, turns up a notch.ย 
Suddenly, Eddie loathes the idea of these two being out of public eye for even a second.ย 
===
"Okay, but like, why a drummer?"
Doug shrugs.
"Because it's a less popular, in demand instrument? It's easy to find a guitar," he pointedly motions to the three of them.ย 
"But whyโ€”"
"Eds!" Jeff interrupts him with annoyance in his voice. "Because Steve offered to pay and Gareth answered the ad? It's quite simple."
Eddie bites his lip. He's running out of reasonable arguments on why he doesn't like that his friend is hanging one on one behind closed doors with a former king of jocks.ย 
"So you guys are okay with that?" he asks, a bit petulantly. When only silence answers him, he looks around his friends. They're both crossing their arms with a sour expression. He raises his eyebrows. "Well?"
"Not really," admits Doug.ย 
"Yeah, no," agrees Jeff.ย 
Doug uncrosses his arms only to cross them the other way.
"I just don'tโ€” I'm not angry that he took an extra gig."
"I'm kind of proud, actually," Jeff pipes up.ย 
"Yeah," Doug nods. "But I don't trust Steve. He gives off this vibe like he's going to snatch Gareth from us at any moment, which is ridiculous," he snorts. "But it's how it feels."
"I can see that, yeah," Eddie nods eagerly, relieved that he's not the only one to feel weird about this thing. "I just don't like how he looks at Gareth, like he's just..."
"Like he's another person to bend to his will."
"Yeah, with this prince charming smile of his!"
"Yeah!"ย 
"What if he's an evil sorcererโ€”"
"โ€”a wannabe bard with maxed out Charismaโ€”"
"Oh yeah, yeah, totallyโ€”!"
They cut off suddenly when the garage door opens.ย 
"Hi, guys!"
Eddie squints with distrust at Steve's Prince Charming smile.ย 
"Hi, Steve."
"Mind if I..." He motions towards the bathroom."
"Not at all, be our guest. Want something to drink?"ย 
Both Eddie and Jeff glare at Doug after his offer.ย 
"Oh, if you have some tea, that would be nice." Steve rubs his neck in a very un-jock way. Probably to lower their defenses. "I didn't know singing dries your mouth this much," he chuckles awkwardly.ย 
"You sing?" Eddie raises his eyebrow in surprise.ย 
"Well, I'm trying to."
"And he's doing it really good," Gareth picks up, emerging from the basement as well. He pushes Steve gently towards the bathroom, and he goes with a small laugh.
Eddie doesn't like this familiarity between them. When he looks around, the others don't seem thrilled either.ย 
"Speaking of," Gareth slumps between his friends on the couch, seemingly unaware of the energy in the room. "I'd like him to use his voice properly, but he's hella self conscious you'll hear him, so could you leave for a bit next week?"
His friends gape at him.
"Just an hour," he adds.
"You want us..."
"...to leave our house..."
"...so Harrington can abduct you and steal our gear?"
Everyone turns to look at Eddie.
"Okay, man, I think you're exaggerating, just a little bit."
"I admit he makes me a bit paranoid," he crosses his arms, scrunching his nose in distaste.ย 
"Guys, don't be assholes," Gareth sighs. "He's a cool guy, I think we even could be friends."
Now everyone's eyes turn to him.
"We are your friends," Jeff points out. He's offended, aghast. Eddie nods vigorously to show he's also offended and aghast.ย 
"I can't have an extra friend outside of the band?" Gareth crosses his arms, his expression turning stormy.ย 
"You can," Doug hurries to placate him. "But you know how he's been in high school."
"High school was years ago," he points out. "He's chill now."
The door to the bathroom open and everyone go silent. Steve, caught under their stares, seems to shrink in on himself.ย 
"I'll wait in the garage," he points to the door before skittering off.ย 
Gareth turns back to his bandmates, arms falling at his sides with a sigh.
"You don't have to trust him, but you could trust me, at least."
They're silent for a beat, until Jeff sighs and nudges him in the arm.ย 
"You're right, sorry. We'll give you guys some space."
"For the vocal lessons," Doug adds, like there was anything else they could be talking about. "I'll go make that tea." He stands up to make a tactical escape to the kitchen.
Gareth turns to Eddie, the last one to say anything.ย 
"Fine!" he throws his hands in the air with a pained expression. "But only because you're using," he makes a vague gesture in Gareth's general direction. "Those eyes of yours."
"Eyes of mine?" his friend seems amused, for better or worse.
"Ugh, you know what I'm talking about!" Eddie stands up and storms off to his room, followed by confused stares.
"He'll come around," Jeff pats Gareth's knee.ย 
"I fucking hope so."
====
"He said an hour," Eddie points out for the fifth time, while fishing for his set of keys.ย 
"Pretty much he didn't mean one hour from the moment you leave."
"Yeah, more like an hour of their actual session."
"Well, he didn't specify, so that's on him," Eddie scoffs, before triumphantly pulling out the keys from the pocket he's already searched.ย 
They open the door and push each other inside to escape the chilly winter air as soon as possible.ย 
Eddie, being the first to stumble into the foyer slash corridor amalgamation opening into their living room, gasps.ย Someone else makes a startled sound, Jeff bumps into him, and they almost trip when the full picture in front of them gains clarity.ย 
Gareth leaning against Steve Harrington, lips bruised from kisses and hair sticking out at weird angles, the other's hand on his hip. He quickly pushes it off and backs away form Steve.ย 
"Why are you guys back so early?" he bristles at his friends.ย 
"Apparently to catch you cheating?!" Eddie yells out, scrambling out of his jacket because the sudden spike in anger made him feel like he was boiling from the inside.ย 
Steve's head snaps towards Gareth.ย 
"You said you weren't dating."
"We're not!" he groans, tired and exasperated. "Eddie is just being dramatic."
"I'm dramatic?!"
"Yes!"
"I think you should leave, Steve," Doug pipes up, falsely calm. His voice is unsteady, when he speaks, so Jeff sends him a cursory glance to find him just looking sad. Betrayed, even.
"Yeah. Leave, Steve," Eddie picks up happily.
Steve looks to Gareth, and he gives him a nod.ย 
"I've got this. I'll see you later."
"Okay," Steve gives him a nod and hesitates like he's about to give him a goodbye kiss, but thinks better of it. "See you," he simply says, disappearing into the garage.ย 
They wait in tense silence until the sound of closing garage doors is followed by the start of an engine outside.ย 
"What the fuck, Gareth?!" Jeff bursts out.
"Yeah, what the fuck?! Harrington?! Really?!"
"What the fuck you guys!" Gareth bristles back. "I can't even kiss a guy in my own home?!"
"It's our home," Doug corrects him.
"So? Do we have a no-boyfriends policy now?"ย 
"Boyfriend?"ย 
They all recoil at the word. Even Gareth seems surprised by using it himself.ย 
"I mean, he's not, but if he was," he fumbles. "You know what I mean!"
"What do you even need a boyfriend for?!" Eddie bristles, making more than one pair of eyes turn to him with confusion.ย 
"Sex? Kissing? Dates?" Gareth offers incredulously.
Eddie waves his hands.
"So? We're here! You should have just asked!"
"I should have asked," Gareth repeats at him slowly, so he understands what he has just said. "To have sex with you."
Eddie falters a little bit.ย 
"Yeah? We're friends, right?" he says, suddenly less sure of himself. "We trust each other. Right?"
"Right," Jeff parrots him, sounding a bit doubtful. "But like..."
"Okay," Doug pipes up suddenly.ย 
"Huh?"ย 
They all turn to him now. He shrugs.
"Let's have sex."
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watarfallar ยท 1 day ago
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Incorrect quotes because I'm rewatching Wild Life
Scar: Hey Grian, check out this funny .GIF I found! Grian: Itโ€™s pronounced โ€œjifโ€. Scar: Huh? Grian: โ€œDot jifโ€, like the peanut butter. The creator said so. Scar: Thatโ€™s dumb, itโ€™s Graphics Interchange Format. Grian: The P in .JPEG stands for โ€œphotographicโ€, but I bet you donโ€™t say โ€œJ-phegโ€. Scar: โ€œPโ€ on its own isnโ€™t pronounced like โ€œFโ€, thatโ€™s totally different! Grian: Itโ€™s exactly the same! Scar: Name one word that starts with โ€œGโ€ pronounced like โ€œJโ€. Grian: Gentrification. Scar: Shoot, should have thought of that. I was just in San Francisco. Grian: For your logic to be consistent, youโ€™d have to say โ€œskuh-bahโ€ (scuba) or โ€œlah-seerโ€ (laser)! Scar: Yeah? Well, youโ€™d have to say โ€œJ-pejโ€! Scar: โ€ฆWait, โ€œlaserโ€ is an acronym? Grian: Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation. Scar: Huh. Didnโ€™t know that. Scar: Youโ€™re still wrong, though. Grian: You just hate me because Iโ€™m right. Scar: I just hate you in general. Grian: You mean in โ€œgeh-neralโ€? Scar: Ugh, Iโ€™m โ€œjoingโ€ to kill you!
Grian: Someoneโ€™s trying to break in. Call the cops! Scar: loads shotgun I got this. Grian: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-
Scar: Okay, Grian, you were right! I wasโ€ฆ Less right!
Scar: Grian, wake up! Grian, half asleep: Five more minutesโ€ฆ Scar: Youโ€™ve been in a coma for two years! Grian: โ€ฆ Grian: Okay, two more minutesโ€ฆ
Grian: Shut it Scar, I only shook your hand because I had to. We will NEVER be friends. Scar: Lets survive this together! Grian: I HOPE YOU DIE.
Scar: Whatโ€™s your biggest fear? Grian: I am incredibly arachnophobic. Scar, under their breath: You donโ€™t want spiders to get married?
Grian: chokes on something Scar: Jeez, Grian, don't die on us. Grian: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!
Grian and Scar are texting Grian: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. Scar: What did they change my name to? Grian: Chosen One. Scar: Donโ€™t change it back. Grian: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! Scar: Iโ€™m the chosen one.
Scar: Are you mad? Grian: No. Scar: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?
Grian: Alright, listen up you little shits. Grian: Not you Scar. Youโ€™re an angel and weโ€™re thrilled youโ€™re here.
Scar: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Grian: โ€ฆI was hungry.
Grian: Donโ€™t you have any dignity, Scar? Scar: Uh, no.
Grian: Do you want this handful of moss? Scar: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss? Grian: Damn, you couldโ€™ve just said no.
Scar: Your problem is that youโ€™ve got no common sense. Grian: Iโ€™ve got plenty of common sense! Grian: I just choose to ignore it.
Scar: Iโ€™m serious! Theyโ€™re watching me! Theyโ€™ve even got an agent following me! Donโ€™t you believe me? Grian: Look, itโ€™s not that I donโ€™t believe youโ€ฆ Itโ€™s that I donโ€™t believe you and I donโ€™t care.
Scar: Grian keeps forgetting which WiFi network they're supposed to use. Scar: So I renamed ours to "Grian, use this one" to help them out a little.
Grian: Please, Scar, after everything weโ€™ve been through together. You canโ€™t do this. Grian: Iโ€™m sorry Scar. Grian: Iโ€™m begging you. Donโ€™t do it. Scar: It has to be done. Grian: Scar: Grian: Scar: Places +4 Uno.
Scar: Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad single life? Grian: It actually does.
Grian: Amazing! Scar, your just like Sherlock Homeless! Scar: IT'S HOLMES!
Grian: I taught the dog a new trick. throws ball Fetch! Dog: just stands there Scar: He didnโ€™t do it. Grian: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.
Grian: What the hell is wrong with you? Scar: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think Iโ€™m better than everyone else.
Grian: Do you have a superpower? Scar: Yep! Itโ€™s hindsight. Grian: โ€ฆthatโ€™s not going to help us. Scar: Yes, I see that now.
Grian: Youโ€™re giving me a sticker? Scar: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying โ€œme-wow!โ€ Grian: Iโ€™m not a preschooler. Scar: Fine, Iโ€™ll take it back- Grian: I earned this, back off!
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