#then maybe he’ll go for flirty and seductive

[itsnahhhh]

my prettiest specialest boy!!!! 💖💖💖

i did a little doodle of him that spiraled out of control (the two little ones at the bottom) and then realized they were wayyy too small to post anywhere :/ so i redrew it bigger lol! i have some mixed feelings about the final result, but i still really like it! i think my big issue is that i need to figure out how to render hair lol

anyway, the differences between the first three pics are just the hair color. it’s pretty subtle, but the first one is more white, the second is more blond, and the third has a rainbow-ish filter thing on it (i wanted to make his hair kinda iridescent or something? def something i’m gonna play around with more in the future!)

there’s also a lil close up of the face in the bottom row bc i really like how i did the sparkly freckles 💖

[saerins]

the people are gonna start asking for a bonus chapter of sae getting off to yn 😭 (i will eat that shit up)

extra chapter: guilty pleasure

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — part of priceless. for the first time, sae’s clueless on how to get rid of his frustrations of not having you. guess he’ll just have to jerk off to the thought of you.

content: smut. masturbation. sae jerks off to his thoughts of you; mentions of penetration, blowjobs. word count: 1.3k

༝༚༝༚ here you are !!! just a short piece though sobs i was in a whole mood so have this sneak peek into down bad sae :’) <3

are you trying to kill him?

sae thinks you must be, because seeing you wearing nothing but his jersey, walking out of the bathroom with your hair wet, towel slung lazily over your shoulder; it makes his eyes wander. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fight his exhaustion to stay up just because he’s curious what you’d look like in his jersey.

now that he knows? he doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep well at all.

you’re having a conversation with him, even though the majority of his mind is elsewhere. maybe it’s just the consequence of letting all of this tension build up. you were tempting enough the night you all got together to drink. he held himself back back then, but now, with your lips so close to his, can he really avoid it this time?

he’s not sure what smart thing came out of your mouth this time. all he knows is that you’re so close now, just inches away from his face, and you smell so nice and all he can think of is what it’d be like if he lets you consume him.

“is that what you want?” he hopes he’s saying the right thing. he hopes you’re not going to run away like you always do.

to his surprise, you answer him directly this time, much like in otoya’s room, when you were half intoxicated and more honest than you’ve ever been with him. this time you’re purposely telling him, “i already told you what i want.”

you did. sae already rejected it once—because you were tipsy and almost out of it and he didn’t want you to forget about it the very next day—and now he can’t hold himself back anymore.

sae throws all his usual reservations out the window, leaning forward to kiss you, ashamed of the thoughts running through his head right now. he’s not so ashamed after he feels the way you kiss him back, how it feels so urgent like you’d really been yearning to kiss him and weren’t just all talk.

it’s not like he’s thought of this situation before this. he didn’t plan to kiss you right now, but seeing you wear his things like you belong to him makes him feel a certain way.

before he knows it, his hands are moving down from your hips to the back of your thighs, carrying you onto the countertop, his body comfortably nestled between your thighs, his lips savouring every single taste of you.

the little sounds you make as he takes your breath away—he’s never known they existed before and now within a mere few seconds it feels like they’re his favourite sounds in the entire universe. and by the time he feels satisfied enough to pull back from you, it feels like you have him in a trance, have him hooked around your little finger and every fibre of your being, enough so that he’s telling you he’s been wanting to kiss you too before he even realises it.

but you pull away too soon, like always, and leave him with that flirty remark, making his thoughts go crazy. it almost feels like he’s opened pandora’s box; before tonight, he had no trouble shrugging the thoughts of you away.

not anymore. not after spending more time with you and craving even more of you.

that’s why he ends up sitting up on his bed, head resting against the headboard, his fingers wrapped around his dick as he thinks of how fucking good you must sound if only you’d let him do more. you were already whimpering so seductively from the kiss—and fuck now sae wonders what your moans sound like.

he pumps his dick faster, mind wandering through endless images of what you can possibly look like underneath all that fabric. he spreads his precum around the head with his thumb, imagining your tongue in its place, imagining you on your knees, taking him in your mouth. warm, wet, perfect.

“fuck, y/n,” he can’t help but murmur under his breath, eyes shut as his hips jerk up into his hand, twitching from thinking how good your throat would feel around his cock.

you’d probably kill him if you knew of all the things he’s imagining he’d do to you.

his grip around his cock tightens as he starts to think of what you’d look like on top of him, naked with your breasts bouncing as he fucks up into you—you’d probably sound so sinful moaning his name.

fuck, he wants to hear you moan his name. is that too tall an order when he only just got you to call him by his name tonight?

sae bites on his lower lip, mouth falling open as he thinks of how hot you’d look riding him, of how your whimpers would sound impossibly saccharine as he takes your breast in his mouth, licking and nibbing on your nipple.

“shit,” he curses under his breath, grip getting tighter, moving his hand in tandem to the rhythm of you in his imagination as you bounce on top of him.

he really shouldn’t be thinking of you like this, not when he invited you over with no intentions and now he’s about to cum just thinking of you. you’re filling his mind; it flickers from thoughts of what it would feel like to have your tongue around his cock—licking the vein that runs up his length, what your cute face would look like as you suck him off—to how warm your pussy would feel around him, how it would throb as he thrusts into you, what you’d scream when you’re close. sae’s thoughts deviate to you, your face, your voice, your pussy—he bets it looks perfect, bet it’d look so much better if he makes it wet.

would you let him?

“fuck, y/n, fuck fuck fuck,” he mutters, voice thick with arousal, making sure to keep it down in case you hear him, even if all he can think about is what sweet sounds your pussy would make if he fucks you silly.

you’re in his head, your whimpers getting louder and your pussy all wet and clenching around him and he can’t fucking take it anymore, his hip thrusting up one last time before he’s cumming, white painting his stomach instead of your insides, the substance spreading and lining the dips from his abs.

sae’s heart is pounding in his chest and he’s sure it’s partly because of his fantasies but he’s screwed anyway, already in deeper than he initially thought. especially when he starts to think of what it’d feel like to just properly fall asleep next to you, both of you in the same bed instead of him being relegated to the floor. it makes him feel envious of otoya for a split second, because he’s sure he knows what that feels like.

he stares at himself in the mirror of his bathroom later after washing up, cold water splashed onto his face because he needs to think clearly. but everything he’s considering in his head only points in one direction: he wants you, in every single way.

sae sighs, head tilted up as he thinks of all the ways you could possibly reject him—maybe now he sees why all those girls reacted that way when he did the same to them. he’s pretty sure they weren’t serious about him though, because they barely knew him or spoke to him. but he’s let you in so much more than usual, and so much faster than he did bianca.

you’re special. 

you’re special, and he wants to try.

[azullumi]

“lyra” ; dazai osamu

summary — the many times you felt loved by him and the one where a confession happened.

pairing — dazai osamu (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff (kind of), utilization of the friends to lovers trope, slightly proofread, 2.1k words ; one-shot

tagging — @toorurs

note — i literally haven’t written for him for years now and i swear i lost my mind and pulled my hair,, i could have done this better !?

Dazai is unpredictable.

In more ways than one, he is erratic, able to conceal his intentions beneath that long trench coat of his, tucked in the loose parts of his bandages, hidden somewhere only he can see. He is the definition of an enigma, he is more than a puzzle, not just a paradox that continues to exist despite death being the only companion and comforting thing to him—a man of mystery that is better left unknown.

“My, you always look as ethereal and beautiful as a lotus blossom.” The dark-haired man says as he holds your hand in his, his finger delicately tracing the lines of your palm, and his eyes looked softer than usual, his gaze holding something that lies between the line of affection and seduction. Sparkles and flowers seem to bloom behind him, the background of the cafe fading and turning into a plain pink one with hearts that float around his figure.

(Flirty.)

He’s fluent in the language of amorous words laced with playfulness accompanied with gentle touches and slow caresses on your skin. He doesn’t hesitate in getting close, invading your space and going over the line, and maybe he’ll show that he is into you but only a fool would think of his words as genuine affection meant for you and only you.

“My eternal light to the darkness, would you be willing to—” However, he’s unable to finish his sentence as you take your hand back from him, offering him a smile instead as you subtly set a distance between the both of you—as if you were telling him to never cross the line, to stay at an arms’ distance.

“Good morning, Dazai. What brings you here to the cafe?”

Fortunately, you weren’t a fool.

“Ah, rejection again, I see.” The pink background that blooms behind me seemingly shifts into a dark one as the man’s expression contorts into a mix of sadness and disappointment, all displayed in an overly dramatic way; his form is slumped, faux tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, and his lips are in a pout. The sound of a short (mirth) laughter is heard from you—you’ve gotten used to this sight of him, of his dramatic expressions, and flirty approaches just to ask you something ridiculous.

“I’m here for you.” He says.

(And persistent.)

You have witnessed evidence of his persistence expressed in his words and actions every time he’s free from any of his work and he comes to the cafe you work at (his definition of free is escaping from his responsibilities and choosing to slack off). He’ll always take the opportunity to hold your hand, whisper such affectionate words only one would say to their lover, and he’ll kiss your skin so gently as if it was made from glass.

That was what happened in the first meeting between you and him—first day on your work in this cafe and just as you were serving the order of this loud group that the owner is acquainted with, you caught the eye of the man covered in bandages and dressed in a somewhat messy yet orderly way. Then you know how it went and from then on, Dazai doesn’t let the chance to bother you slip from his grasp.

But you don’t fall for it, never would you. You’re not supposed to and you’re not going to. He has said such similar things to other people who he deems beautiful or attractive, he has touched others and tainted them with his caresses the same way he did with yours, his lips have felt the softness of others’ skin, not only yours. You’d be stupid enough to think that there’s something more lingering in the depths of his voice, something different that tugs at his tone and threatens it to break.

The two of you are just friends, maybe even less than that.

“Where’s Kunikida?” You ask him, eyes roaming around to look for a single strand of golden but there was nothing. You failed to notice the falter in the expression of the man before you, tension seeping into his features for a moment before it eases at the mention of another man’s name. You continue, “Are you slac—” only to be interrupted by the sound of the door chime ringing followed by a set of heavy footfalls.

A loud shout of Dazai’s name is heard, echoing off the brick-patterned walls of the place, as Kunikida enters. There was a furious look on his face, nose fuming as he spotted the one he was looking for and as soon as he did, Kunikida smacked the back of Dazai’s head. There goes it, you know how this would unfold, how everything would happen—you’re used to it, having already seen this scene enough times to tell how it would end: Kunikida will scold Dazai, calls him with a new nickname (it’s President of Wasted Bandages this time), drags him outside but before that, he’ll apologize on behalf of his co-worker’s behavior, and you’ll wave at them as they leave.

“Why do you always come to ruin good moments, Kunikida? Do you not wish to see me happy?”

“Happy?! Maybe if you stop slacking off, you'll be happy.”

You could hear their distant argument and you heave out a sigh when they disappear from your sight, the smile fading from your lips as the loneliness looms over your figure. Silence rests heavily on your shoulders and you ignore the ache in your chest.

The cafe is located on the first floor where the detective agency is and you work alongside a waitress and a kind owner. Members of the agency are often seen frequenting the place, thus you’ve become familiar with their faces, memorized their names, and even learned some things about themselves. Honestly, it’s all simple for you; you have a nice and peaceful job (ignoring the chaos around you and the occasional disturbance from Dazai), and you’re being paid well. What else could you ever wish for? It was all serene for you.

Not this time though.

It seems like luck has run out for you seeing that you’re bound on the ground right at this moment, becoming a hostage to a small criminal group. Everything that happened prior feels like a blur, you remember men suddenly entering the cafe with guns and threatening everyone, you remember them hurting the owner, and you remember being taken away. They want to use you as bait, a guarantee for the detective agency so that they will bite and get lured into the criminals’ trap, or whatever they were telling you earlier. You weren’t listening—maybe you were but their words just passed from one ear to another—, hands curled into a fist as it trembled, the cold floor felt like spikes stabbing into your skin, and as the rope dug into your skin.

Afraid? Perhaps you were. It’s not everyday you get a gun pointed at you and a man threatening your life. Is this how you’re going to die?

You try to distract and ease yourself by thinking of other things, your mind drifting to somewhere else instead of staying at where you are—the cat that you occasionally see across the street, the passing cars you’ll see outside the window, the music playing from the vinyl in the cafe, the ringing of the chime as the door opens, and the dark-haired man and eyes that reflect the earth. Dazai with his never-ending tab, with his continuous ridiculous offers, his dramatic expressions, his stupid whims, the way he would always annoy you as if it was a daily requirement, his messy bangs that frames his face, his words that poke and probe at your being, and his—

You are snapped out of your thoughts, a familiar voice calling your name, coming into the stream of your senses, and pulling you out of the daze that you are in.

“Dazai?” Something is drowning in the pools of his eyes, lurking in the depths, and the way he looks at you is different. The usual calm in his expression is disturbed by a mixture of emotions—like rain droplets on a surface of still water—, anger, worry, care merging into the gentle lines of his features. Your hands that were once bound were free, though your wrists are left with marks from the rope bindings and you could still feel the way it burns on your skin.

“What happened? Why are you here? Are you hurt? Did you come alone? How did you find me?” Many questions came pouring out of your mouth but your voice trembles as you speak, tone unstable as the words fall and shatter on the ground. Dazai only lets you, your form crumbling and he holds your pieces in his hand, and he assures you: “Everything is alright.”

He continues, taking off his coat to wrap it around your form, “Were you scared?” And you meekly nod, knowing that your voice will only betray you. Dazai doesn’t say anything and only pulls you close to him, embracing you in his arms (“I’m sorry I took so long.”). There was the scent of his perfume accompanied with a trace of gunpowder when you buried your face on his chest—you feel a sense of relief, comfort and warmth that makes its way through your thoughts and the feeling of suffocation slowly leaves you.

He draws small circles on your back as he tries to soothe you, “You’re safe now.” He whispers as he kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for a few seconds as he inhales the smell of your hair. (You’ve never had him this close before, this soft, this warm. It feels like the man you have known him as before were all fabrications from your illusive mind and the one before you is a different person.)

He brings your hand towards his lips and he presses a kiss on your pulse, right where the marks of your wrists are, ever so gently, ever so sweetly, “Nobody will hurt you ever again.”

You descend down the flight of stairs leading to a basement—a bar tucked away and hidden in plain sight. You’ve only known of it all thanks to a certain blabbermouth, he said it’s his favorite place to go. When you arrive, the interior shifts to a dimly-lit one with warm lights illuminating the whole place in contrast to the dark and foggy street outside. There’s the sound of jazz softly playing in the background, setting the tranquil ambience the whole bar carries.

And there he is, the man of the hour, basking underneath the golden glow. Sitting on the stool by the end of the counter, he has a glass of whiskey settled in front of him.

“I didn’t expect for you to actually come.” Dazai speaks, his voice molding into the gentleness of the song playing.

“I was curious. Though I didn’t know you'd be here at the same time.”

“Come sit.” He pats the spot beside him and you follow. You order something to drink as you sit and a glass is served in front of you after a few minutes. Silence crept up to the both of you as you didn’t say anything—and you wish you could read his mind at this moment, to know the thoughts that plagues his mind—and the stillness was an unbearable kind;

You begin, “Do you always come here?”

Dazai takes a sip from his glass before he answers, “Just often.”

“I see.” And before the silence could last even longer, you spoke once more: “You haven’t been coming to the cafe lately.”

“Why? Did you miss me? Are you finally going to take up my—“

“No.” He muttered a small “aw” at your firm rejection. “You still have an unpaid tab.” And he groans at that while you chuckle, finding amusement in the way his expression crumpled.

The sound of your laughter dies down after a few moments, trailing off to a gentle mutter of an: “Thank you.”

“For?” He asks, even if he already knows what you’re talking about.

“For back then.” For giving you his coat as he noticed you shivering, for assuring you that everything is okay and you’re not going to be harmed anymore, for blocking your sight of the men’s bodies that laid like lifeless corpses on the ground, for protecting you.

It has been weeks since it occurred but you could still feel the warmth of his body against yours and maybe his scent will linger no matter how much you try to wash it, and maybe you’ll have to forever carry the thought, the wishful thinking that maybe there’s something more. And maybe it’s the alcohol making him light-headed but three words are whispered to the air that settles in the space between you and him.

“I like you.”

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[beiasluv]

sully boys walked on you changing 😳

a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)

masterlist

although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.

i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.

jake (2009)

“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“

“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”

“so- sorry!”

“GO!”

“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.

“no peaking!”

stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.

definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain

jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.

he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.

definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards

definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.

tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.

can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈

the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.

“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

neteyam

his father’s son 100% a flirty boy

“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”

“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.

“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”

he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺

he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*

“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”

but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like

“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*

he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”

wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.

then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.

when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.

“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”

“oh, shut up.”

lo’akkk

my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered

“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“

“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”

“I’m so sorry!”

his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.

people got worried so they called jake to see💀

“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.

“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.

“then tell me what happened!”

“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.

the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”

lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder

“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“

“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”

“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”

“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”

“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.

today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[thedevilspearl]

please be on your old man Lucifer agenda more often we love to see it 🙇

a/n: so lucifer with erectile dysfunction is what gets you going, huh? kidding but yesss let’s talk about old man luci some more bc i for one can’t get enough (i am tempted to start spreading my dilf!lucifer agenda >_<)

warning: none really, other than age gap maybe (but it’s nothing specified). minors do not interact!

oldman!lucifer is a man with impeccable and acquired taste. so it doesn’t matter if you’re a pretty, young thing or aged like fine wine just like him; if he chooses you, that’s a blessing in and of itself.

his bones may be beginning to wear away and his body may ache with the years he has lived through, but oldman!lucifer always has the energy to pursue the one who caught his eye.

speaking of eyes, oldman!lucifer has cute little crows feet on his. and the ruby in his eyes still glimmer, showing that despite his age, he has more than enough spirit left in him.

but oldman!lucifer has very poor eyesight so more often than not, he’ll be wearing his glasses. they’re a nuisance at times, but he will always wear them when you’re around because he wants to see your beauty in all it’s glory.

even when you’re on your knees between his legs, oldman!lucifer will push up his glasses that keep sliding down from the sweat just so he can admire your pretty face as you gag on his cock.

now onto the cock, having erectile dysfunction is not something oldman!lucifer would ever want to admit. but when your piece of ass first crossed his path, it was the first time he felt himself harden naturally in months. your pretty face and compatible personality only add to his attraction for you.

oldman!lucifer longs for you and his cock hardens thinking of you and how wonderful his cock would feel wrapped up in your body. he reminisces the way you touched his arm and the flirty smile you flashed his way earlier that day.

he grunts as he strokes his cock under the covers and oldman!lucifer feels ashamed to be sullying your image by masturbating to the thought of you just because he can finally get hard again.

but then oldman!lucifer reminds himself that you are the reason he’s jacking off at midnight like a teenage boy who can’t control his hormones.

so oldman!lucifer decides pursuing the real thing would be much more exciting than his juvenile activities. so when you next meet, he decides to approach you.

he flirts with you in a way which you can only describe as gentlemanly. oldman!lucifer pursues you with elegance and class, taking you to the finest of places. if you prefer more simple and humble settings, he will learn and cater all dates to your interest and comfort.

and you don’t need to think twice because oldman!lucifer pays for all of your dates. that’s how it was done back in his day, and it’s most certainly how he does it now.

his legs may be weaker than when he was younger, but oldman!lucifer doesn’t miss the way your feet rub up and down his calf under the table and it shoots shocks of electricity right up his legs and to his cock.

oldman!lucifer went from having no control over his cock getting hard to trying his hardest to hide his boner as he walks out of the restaurant with you on his arm.

like the gentleman he is, oldman!lucifer drives you home and pretends he doesn’t notice the way your gaze lingers on him while he drives. he pulls up and walks you to your door, and he told himself to not be desperate and get his dick wet too early. but he can’t stop himself when you asked him to come in with those seductively pouty lips and needy eyes.

he takes it easy on the first night, slowly drowning you in pleasure and oldman!lucifer can barely hold back himself. he hasn’t had a night like this since....well, he can’t remember how long it’s been.

and he doesn’t give up after one night. he meets up with you several times a week, then it turns into every day. and it’s not just for sex. for a man at his age, it’s difficult for oldman!lucifer to find valuable company that appreciates him as much as he appreciates others.

but that changes with you and the already lonely soul of oldman!lucifer is even lonelier when he’s not around you.

oldman!lucifer does move quickly and his pacing may scare you, but it’s just because he’s desperate for companionship.

he loves having his cock buried in your hole(s) and oldman!lucifer loves hearing you scream his name as he ploughs into you, or listening to you whimper with tears when he makes love to you.

he loves feeling alive again, not just because his cock is but because you redefine his meaning of living. oldman!lucifer thought he’d learned everything there was to learn, but you teach him things he would never thought to have known.

oldman!lucifer ’s love language is gift giving. he is always thinking of new things to buy you. but he’s an old man so sometimes his gifts are what you’d expect your grandparents to give you when you move into your first home.

he doesn’t know what an air fryer is, but he thinks you need one and now you have one in your kitchen. is that a new top of the range vacuum cleaner? well, now it’s added to his shopping basket ready to be delivered to your house as a surprise. oldman!lucifer takes care of your home as much as he takes care of you.

even if he has kids of his own, oldman!lucifer doesn’t think he’s particularly good with children. toddlers and young kids tend to be repelled by his resting grumpy face, but teenagers, however, take a liking to him.

oldman!lucifer has shiny silver tips in his hair, and he obsesses every morning when he looks in the mirror because he has two, no, three new grey hairs and he can’t handle it. nor can he handle the wrinkles. to cope, he forces himself to act cool and nonchalant about his ageing, like he didn’t even notice it happening.

but oldman!lucifer finds a way to love it all because you run your fingers through his greying hair with so much gentleness, and you kiss all of his skin with so much love regardless of his wrinkles, and you adore him exactly how he is that makes him never want to change.

[mangoposts]

Question I need answered for an upcoming oneshot (that was supposed to be out today but prolly won’t be lmao)

How do you think Nick would act while high or drunk?? Please be detailed and add examples or something if you could bc I really need it 😭🙏

-😨

While he’s drunk

Flirty

Chatty

Outgoing

Touchy

I think Nick would be a lightweight, maybe after his second drink and first shot of something he’d start to feel the buzz creep into his body. Nick almost acts just like how he normally does just with a tinge of more seduction or playfulness, he’ll start to hang his arm over your shoulders and nip at your earlobes and collarbones while giggling because he knows you’re in public surrounded by strangers. If you tell him to tone it down he’ll tone it all the way up and start teasing you to the max, “What? Am I being too much for you babe?” Proceeding to laugh and run his hands thru ur hair and try to grope you thru ur pants LMAO. Also begins a conversation with randos so you’ll have to keep an eye on him but i think Nick would be really fun once he’s drunk, he’d get a little out of hand and literally try to have sex in the middle of a lounge or a bar if he has too much to drink. “I don’t wanna leave yet, I want another shot of crown. Why can’t we fuck here?” Says this SOOO obnoxiously loud. “Babe just shut up and take this shot with me.” When you try to tell him it’s time to go home at 5:32 AM lmfaoooooo . No tears or mood swings with this guy he’s just having fun

I could also imagine him saying “Omg the music is really good in here” LMFAOOOO

While high

Dazed

Goofy

Antsy

Chatty

It always takes awhile for the high to fully set in, so i feel like Nick would constantly be saying “I don’t even feel anything.” Every single time he’s high when he’s actually out of his mind fried Lmfaoooo. Literally classic stoned, stares at the ceiling, the floor, himself in the mirror and talks. Just talks talks talks talks talks talks. “Bro, this mirror makes me look so bad. No way i look like this. Omg u know what i just thought of?? We could bake while high rn.” Once it fully kicks in for him and he begins to feel everything moving a bit slower than he’s used to he might go into hypochondriac mode, saying he can’t feel his hands or open his eyes fully. And you kinda just laugh a bit because he’s fine and you only smoked one joint. Nonetheless you pet his hair and tell him he’s okay lmaooo. He might get more emotional while high other than while drunk, falls into a deep conversation about his life and might even start venting about problems you didn’t even know he was facing. Hes just talking to talk though, says whatever is on his mind and has 0 control over it. It’ll probably end in him wanting to eat your face because “You’re such a good listener” “You’re so hot while high” “My dick is really hard rn” 😭😭

[the1975attheirverybest]

early relationship kink exploration? i could be more specific but tbh i'm more exited to see what you would want to do with the idea! :)

Omg this is such a great thought. I mean, yes, PLEASE DO FEEL FREE to get more specific. But, I feel like, this would be a conversation Matty would wanna have right before getting intimate. Like, let’s say you haven’t slept together yet. Yeah, sure, there’s been some kissing and teasing, and maybe making out here and there. Like after a date or something. But, then the time comes, and you’re making out, and things are getting a bit heated, and you’re both ready. Like there’s been some flirty hunting, there’s been a build up, and you’ve agreed this is it.

So, as you’re getting impatient and starting to peel each others clothes off, he wants to know what you like before rushing into anything. So, he’s so smooth and seductive when he whispers into your ear to tell him what makes you feel good cuz he wants to make sure you’re good and taken care of. And let’s say you give him a few things. Like, you don’t wanna unload on him in the middle of things, and you’re not sure how into it he would be. It’s a delicate conversation to have in or out of the bedroom. So, you let him know that you like things a bit rough. Or that you like it when someone else is in charge. So, he starts kissing down your body while throwing out suggestions. Like “what if I wrapped my arms around you and didn’t let you breathe?” And if you’re onboard with something, maybe he tries it out. Sees how you react. He’s secretly making a mental list, of course.

The list eventually becomes more real. He makes it his mission to come up with stuff for you guys to try. Part of him is just intrigued to see where you’d draw the line/ what kind of things you’re comfortable with and what kind of things are a hard limit. Cuz he wants to be the best and most respectful partner but also part of him finds it a little passion project. Like he’s on a mission to experience the wildest and most varied things. Some every couple of weeks, he’ll be like, “so I did some online shopping and got us something to try” and it’ll be a sex toy, or some handcuffs or some shit.

And, because it’s Matty, it takes a bit of coaxing for HIM to tell you what he likes. You ask him about fantasies and things he’s seen in the shit he watches, and he’s like “….is this a serious question or????” But when you’re half naked on top of him whispering in his ear that you love the sounds he makes when he’s feeling good and you just want him to see how far you’d go to give him that kind of pleasure, he relents and tells you.

And thus begins your secret little game. He’s on the road a lot and away for long stretches of time, so whenever he’s around, it’s like THINGS ARE ON. You both keep trying to surprise each other, you plan things around his return home or you going out to see him on tour and have the most fun time at night that you hardly end up sleeping. I mean, think about how great the sex would be when each partner is doing their best to please the other and be eager to listen to what the other loves/doesn’t like. Yeah, it’s a fuckin dream, man.

[zzencat]

My future husband characteristics pls. I am EW, Aries sun. Emoji that would represent me is 🔮. Thank you in advance 🌙

your husband’s characteristics:

i rarely ever get this exact vibe for a lot of future husbands/spouses but i think your man might actually be sensual as HELL. like as in tall, handsome mechanic or something. tall, handsome, gorgeous. like very veryyyyy seductive and probably gets bored doing things the normal way. he’s the type to play around sadistically, somehow finding unorthodox ways to do things and you’ll find that really sexy. VERY smart too. he’s good with his hands. idk how but he figures things out like magic.

like the way that his brain works is almost maniacal, but in a cool way. not in a weird murderous jeff dahmer kinda way, but he could have a smile that’s freaky? maybe he has some unique physical characteristics that are freaky but to you, it practically makes you melt. you might be a bit flirty back to him, in a confident way too, so that gets him going. he flirts very naturally as well, and knows his boundaries. top notch kind of guy. did i mention he has fiery energy as well?? a TON of it. it’s gotta be in some of his major placements.

he also has a lot of fire energy and while meeting him is currently delayed, the moment he sees you, he’ll snatch you. this guy lowkey does give me villain vibes but in the best way yk? you guys won’t wait long to have each other’s numbers. a lot of youthful energy heading your way so you have to prepare for a brand new connection. this guy is super mature tho. ngl i think your dude has the best characteristics i’ve seen today hahaha congrats!!!

you might meet this guy through travel- you travel or he does, it doesn’t matter bc somehow you will cross paths. it doesn’t even have to be traveling, bc it seems like you’re on the right track!! you just have to be ready to catch this hot potato LMFAO LETS GOOOOO

this dude is definitely charismatic and has a lot of experience socially, so he knows how to woo you and sweep you off your feet. he strikes me as someone who knows how to fix a car or is experienced with wrenches(??) hahaha

he probably had to grow up early, which might contribute to why he’s so…prepared for everything now? like it almost seems like he’s perfect in every way—you would’ve thought “no way he’s single…”—but once you get him to open up, you’ll see why he is how he is. i couldn’t tell you myself tbh (for the sake of his privacy). that’s saved for you :)

thank you for joining me today!! good luck to you E.W.!! bro is just around the corner 😼

[hullomoon]

hullomoon’s 2022 works: part two

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! this year i really tipped into being podfic heavy (and more multifandom!). if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, and 2021 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

Suited For Each Other: Chapter Nine | Schitt’s Creek | Stevie/Ruth | 100

celebrate

a united front | Schitt’s Creek | Johnny/Moira | 546

Shortly after arriving in Schitt's Creek, Johnny and Moira have a talk.

[podfic] your body’s poetry (speak to me) | Schitt’s Creek | Alexis/Twyla | Not Rated | 01:57:21

Ballet has been at the center of Alexis’ life since she was three years old, the first time she saw New York City Ballet perform The Nutcracker. She pulled on her mother’s sleeve, much to Moira’s displeasure, pointed at the stage, and said, “Me!” It was the very first time she felt like her mother saw her. That feeling was intoxicating enough that she couldn’t help but chase it.

She’s seen some of the world's most celebrated ballerinas perform. But she’s never seen anyone dance like this girl, whose name she doesn’t know. The stage lights turn her auburn hair burning red. Her pirouettes are perfectly landed; there’s no struggle at all in the way her leg lifts behind her in attitude to tap against the tambourine she holds above her head. As she flits across the stage, her tambourine extended toward the judges like an irresistible invitation, there is something real in her smile, something seductive in her eyes.

Alexis forgets to breathe.

Ballet AU.

It’ll Be Alright When the Morning Comes | Schitt’s Creek | Stevie/Rachel | co-written w/@kindofspecificstore | Mature | 16.2k

“So this is today. Today is yesterday, and tomorrow is also today. It’s one of those,” Stevie sighs, voice reverting to a mumble, “infinite time loop situation you might have heard about.”

Rachel shifts on the sofa, the bare back of her thighs pulling against the rough material. She needs to know this isn’t a joke.

(a Palm Springs AU)

[podfic] Fine Repairs | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | 56:03

“This is Patrick—he’ll be joining us! He’s a horologist.”

David nods and sticks out his hand. “David. I’m the ceramic conservation and restoration expert.”

You Remember It All Too Well | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | multivoice | 8:48

Yes, it's true. Taylor and I dated a long time ago. …And yes, it's possible that maybe she wrote a certain song about… I mean, without going into the details, things between us did not end well.

After the 10 minute version of "All Too Well" is released, secrets from David's past are revealed.

[podfic] Pride and Prejudice and Schitt’s Creek | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | 3:04:54

Pride and Prejudice AU. The Roses are living in genteel poverty. Mr. Brewer has recently arrived in the neighbourhood and rumour is he has 10,000 a year! 

[podfic] and by tomorrow i’ll be on my way | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | 01:35:45

In real life David and Patrick wouldn't want to be in the same room as the other, online however they're close friends.

or

a You've Got Mail AU

tits a dream | Schitt’s Creek | Alexis/Stevie | Mature | 265

After a run, there's a surprise

[Podfic] transformative works | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | Mature | multivoice | 01:10:49

It’s just, how do you go from friendly, sometimes flirty banter to “Hey, remember all that porn and longing you read? I wrote it and you were a big inspiration. Anyway, restock the bath bombs?”

[yslkook]

RAINBERRY (6)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: you share a series of moments with jungkook, come to several realizations about sora. things shift...for the better or for worse? pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship, suggestive content (hooking up)

word count: 7305... yeah idk what happened lmao

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz

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“You come here often?” A voice behind you murmurs in your ear. You nearly jump, but you already know who it is.

Jungkook. Ever since he had texted you letting you know that he was on his way, you’d been eagerly looking for him in the crowded, dim lights of the bar.

“No,” You say, unable to stop a giggle from pushing past your lips.

“Lucky for me then, huh?” Jungkook grins, his smile a little dark and a little seductive. It sends a thrill up your spine.

“It is,” You nod, “Really lucky for you. And for me-”

You internally cringe at yourself. Did you learn to flirt only yesterday? Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you in amusement before letting his hand rest on your lower back.

“C’mon, pretty, I’ll get you a drink,” Jungkook says, “Maybe then you’ll pick up a trick or two on the subject of flirting.”

You gasp and swat his chest, “Don’t be so rude.”

Jungkook stands in between your legs at the bar, one hand on your thigh and one hand gripping his drink. You’re laughing at something he said in your ear, something funny that happened at the tattoo parlor earlier in the day-

“Mina and Mei pretended to be the other to see how long it would take for Jin to notice, since he can never tell them apart-”

“You’re all terrible, and poor Jin, you always instigate with him!”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Jungkook nearly pouts at you.

“Oh? Why’s that? Maybe I like Jin more than I like you,” You reply, leaning closer to him.

“But you still like me, right?” Jungkook says, discreetly weaving his fingers through yours. Nobody’s paying attention to either of you, but even if someone was, you wouldn’t mind.

Or so you thought nobody was paying attention to either of you.

“Mmm… maybe a little bit,” You grin, tilting your head to the side, “Tell me how cool and pretty you think I am, and then I’ll decide.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. His bright, bunny smile makes you smile. “You already know how cool and pretty I think you are, baby.”

“You could stand to mention it a little more.”

“And what about me?” Jungkook says, leaning forward, “You never compliment me, baby…”

“That’s- that’s not true,” You whisper. He’s close enough that you can see the stars in his eyes, the ridges on his plump, pouty bottom lip, the mole below his lip.

“But I guess you don’t need to, not really,” Jungkook says airily, “Not when I can tell that you think about me. Because my girl’s dirty, huh?”

You squeeze his lithe fingers tightly and he smiles at you, sin painted in the curves of his wicked grin.

“Uh-” You stammer, your face feeling hot, “You’re really cute?”

He throws his head back once more and you grin bashfully at him. “And I like spending time with you,” You say softly, looking up at him as if you want him to hang the moon for you.

Jungkook curses under his breath. Because he would, he really would.

“How lucky for me,” Jungkook says, patting your head fondly.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes.

Before the night ends (and you endure the teasing of Mina and Mei), you manage to convince Jungkook into taking pictures with you. Mina is all too happy to take them. You don’t know how many candids she takes of you both- you get lost in his voice and the glint in his eyes.

And then he abruptly kisses your cheek, and your breath hitches with the feel of his lips against your skin leaving your heart sputtering helplessly in your chest.

Mei and Mina are both cooing in the background at their favorite couple who isn’t quite a couple just yet. Jungkook glares at both of them, only causing them both to laugh.

And then the moment is ruined by none other than Sora herself. Jungkook sighs, already knowing that you’re going to be pulled away from him. He doesn’t know why she’s even here when nobody here likes or knows her except for you. But you’re too nice to leave her out of things (mainly because you don’t want her to get upset at you for it). So Jungkook says nothing, only narrowing his eyes at her when she comes close.

She eyes his arm around your waist and how close you’re standing to him suspiciously.

“I don’t feel so good,” Sora groans, clutching her stomach. How dramatic, Jungkook scoffs. As if she’s never handled alcohol before. Jungkook looks for the blurriness that comes with alcohol in her eyes and is unsurprised to find nothing.

But perhaps his dislike for her is outweighing reality.

“Door’s right there,” Jungkook says bluntly, “And the bathroom's over there. Knock yourself out.”

He tightens his hand over your waist, ignoring your gentle swat of your hand against his chest.

“Can we go home?” Sora pouts at you, but not before sending Jungkook a glare. Jungkook already knows you’re nodding- it seems that Sora always gets what she wants.

He knows she’s faking it, and you’re too nice to see through her bullshit.

Well, Jungkook gets what he wants, too.

“I can take you both home?” Jungkook says, though the thought of being within five feet of her sends him recoiling.

“No! We can get home ourselves,” Sora nearly hisses.

“What about when she drops you off at your apartment? You gonna let her walk home alone?” Jungkook scoffs.

“She doesn’t live that far, and she can take care of herself. Or she can sleepover,” Sora answers heatedly, as if you’re not right there.

“She is right here. And I’m not sleeping over, I have an early morning tomorrow,” You say easily, feeling annoyance beginning to stir in your belly. It’s a lie, but Sora doesn’t need to know that. “Go wait at the door, Sora. I’ll be there in a minute.”

And for once, Sora listens to you.

“Jungkook,” You murmur with heated cheeks, “Maybe I can see you later tonight?”

Jungkook laughs in surprise. His girl isn’t just flirty and touchy, you’re a liar. And you’re a liar for him.

“Sure baby, whatever you want. Just please text me when you get home. Or call me and I’ll come pick you up,” Jungkook says, returning your tipsy smile. He wants to glare in Sora’s direction but refrains from doing so.

He can hear both Mira and Mei both giggling into their hands a few feet away, but you don’t seem to hear it. You don’t seem to hear anything but him.

“Okay,” You beam at him, “I’ll call you.”

By the time you get Sora in the safe hands of her roommates and tucked into bed with a glass of water, it’s nearly 1:30 AM.

“Promise me somethin’,” She says, her eyes half awake. But you can tell she’s alert and aware.

“Hmm?” You say distractedly, about to text Jungkook telling him you’re going home soon.

“You need to stay away from Jeon,” She mumbles, watching you like a hawk, “He’s not a good guy-”

“I think you’re tired, Sora,” You say, not meeting her gaze, “I’m pretty tired, too. So ‘m gonna go home. Sleep well.”

“I mean it, he’ll break your heart, you know. Don’t you trust me?”

“Sleep well,” You whisper easily, levelling her with an intense gaze. She feels herself being scrutinized as if she’s under a microscope, but the heat dissipates quickly as you turn on your heel.

Lying to her comes so easily, even with your heart pounding painfully in your ears. But you know that’s not Jungkook’s influence on you, as she might claim. Jungkook has never been a liar- apparently that’s reserved only for you.

Jungkook is only a few blocks away from Sora’s apartment building so you remain on the phone with him, giggling quietly, as you meet him halfway. He covers more ground quicker than you so he catches up to you quickly.

“Hi,” You laugh wildly, not sure what you’re even laughing at. You’re giddy just from the sight of him and you shyly take his hand in yours. He looks at you in surprise but says nothing, only rubbing your thumb with his own.

“Hey, baby,” He says smoothly. You only beam at him in response to how he is apparently unaffected by you. It’s so easy for you to push Sora’s words from your mind, when Jungkook is standing right by your side looking at you like that.

“I live kind of far from here,” You confess, “It’s like a fifteen or twenty minute drive.”

Jungkook shakes his head at you, pulling his phone out for an Uber. “I hate that you Uber home alone so often from here,” Jungkook says, “Don’t do that anymore. You’ve heard the stories right?”

“Yeah, I have,” You shrug, “I don’t really know who else I can call all the way from here-”

“Me,” Jungkook says sharply, “Yoongi. Hobi. Jin. Mei. Mina. Any of us, baby. Fuckin’ Sora should drive you home.”

“She’s drunk, she can’t drive!”

“Not this time, just in general,” Jungkook mutters, “Some best friend, letting you ride alone in a damn Uber for twenty minutes without even checking up on you-”

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You mumble abruptly, “I want to go home, Jungkook. Will you take me home?”

And who is he to deny you?

In hindsight, maybe you should have slowed down. Maybe he should have slowed down. But the minute you enter the threshold of your home, your hands are warm and welcoming on his chest. You want him, you need him, you need him to hold you the way you know he wants to.

Your lips are sweet against his, trembling and burning all at once.

It’s been about an hour since you both ended up falling into your bed together, and most of that hour has been filled with you both locking lips. It had been you who had pressed your hands to his firm chest with determined eyes and a deep furrow in your brow before pressing your lips to his.

As quickly as it happened, it feels right. You’re sitting on his lap as if you belong, hips slowly rocking into his as your hands pull his hair out of the ponytail that it’s in. You sigh happily when you card through his hair, fingertips gentle over his scalp.

Jungkook loves the soft, pretty noises he pulls from you with each slip of his tongue into your mouth. You’re hungry, impatient, nothing of what his initial first impression of you was. You always want more, more, more and he wants to give, give, give.

He should’ve been more surprised than he really was when you had tugged his hand into your bedroom, pushed him to your bed and climbed into his lap. Your eyes are hooded, as you duck your head to meet his lips.

He tastes like honey and mint and something sweet. He smells like fresh laundry. You could lose yourself in him, you think, as you bite his lower lip generously.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans into your mouth, missing the warmth of your lips immediately, “Wait.”

But he moans again when you nip his bottom lip gently, coaxing your way into his mouth. It takes him a few seconds to pull away, your honeyed lips too tempting for him. You complain vocally, deciding to press your lips to his neck instead.

“Baby,” Jungkook says again, a little firmly with a tight grip on your hips.

“Honey,” You say in the same tone, your lips pulled into a pretty pout.

“Slow down,” Jungkook murmurs, gently placing you on the bed, your back against your freshly washed sheets. You hum and wrap an arm around his shoulders, eyelashes fluttering as you just watch him. Jungkook looks so good above you, lips perfectly pink and pillowy… You’re tempted to lick the column of his neck, all along the swirls of ink, but you don’t.

“It’s late,” You muse, twirling his hair within your fingers. He won’t admit that he feels like putty in your arms, hovering above you.

“Great observation,” Jungkook says dryly, “Anything else you wanna share with the class?”

“Will you stay over,” You murmur, looking up at him as he lays in between your legs and dots your cheeks in soft kisses.

“You want that, baby? Pretty baby wants me to stay over?” Jungkook nearly coos at you, and you swat his hand away at his teasing.

“Shut up,” You mumble, “Only because it’s like, 3 in the morning and it would be shitty for you to go all the way across the city alone.”

“Yeah, right, only because it's three AM. Not because you want to cuddle,” Jungkook snorts.

“You’re only good for cuddling, anyway,” You shoot back, “I have some of my dad’s sweats and shirts if you want to change. Get off me, you big oaf.”

“My girl’s mean, huh?

“Oh, who said anything about your girl,” You mutter, embracing the heat in your face.

Jungkook peels his leather jacket off, but he catches your curious eyes before you turn away and all but run into the bathroom to change and take your makeup off. He’s waiting in your bed as if he lives there, waiting for you to join him.

“Why do you look so nervous in your own bedroom,” Jungkook asks bluntly, chuckling at your soft noise of offense.

“It’s not everyday I have you in my bed,” You mumble, peeling the covers back to slide into bed next to him.

“You want it to be everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy,” You reply, pinching his waist. He yelps and grips your wrist loosely.

“You okay with this or what? I can sleep on the couch if you’re not,” Jungkook says, rubbing your wrist gently.

You hum, “I’m good. You good?”

“Got the prettiest girl right here. Of course I’m good,” Jungkook says, winking at you. You hide your face from him and swat his chest.

“Good night,” You mumble, “Go to sleep, stupid.”

“Who the fuck,” Jungkook grumbles into your hair, “The fuck is calling you this early, what the fuck-”

You groan, pushing your face into his chest as if that’ll push the jarring sound of your phone blaring out of your mind. Rubbing your eyes with an irritated sigh, you reach over to blindly feel for your phone on the nightstand but Jungkook reaches it first.

“Of course,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “She never misses a fucking beat does she? Even at 6:20 in the fucking morning...”

You catch a glimpse at the phone and see that it’s Sora calling you. You take the phone from his hands, letting him wrap himself around you with a pout. You run your hand over his back silently as you answer the phone.

“Hello?” You grumble raspily, voice filled with remnants of the morning.

“Hey, just checking that you were awake. You said you had an early morning today, right?” Sora's chipper voice booms into the receiver. You cringe. Has she always sounded like that?

“Yeah…” You reply, but you’re a little distracted by the way that Jungkook’s lips attach to the corner of your mouth. “Mmm…”

“You there? You falling asleep on me, or what?” Sora asks, “Always so distracted, you should seriously pay more attention-”

Jungkook hears her and glares at the phone. His eyes harden and he moves quickly, without warning you. He takes the phone from your hands swiftly as if it’s personally offended him.

“Leave us alone, Sora,” Jungkook says, steel and frustration clear in his voice, “It’s too early for this shit, go do something productive and leave us alone. ”

You watch him with gobsmacked eyes, knowing this won’t end well but unable to find it in yourself to care as much as you should.

At least not yet.

Sora’s flabbergasted screech pierces the previously quiet morning air through your phone and you wince. You knew she wouldn’t be happy, but you’ll deal with her later. When a sleepy, pouty Jungkook wasn’t in front of you already chasing your lips with his.

“Kook,” You sigh, turning your cheek to face him. He plants his lips on yours easily, pulling the words right off of your tongue and filling your mind with air.

“You embarrassed of me or something,” Jungkook teases.

“What? No,” You say sharply, eyes wide, “Why would you think that?”

“You lied to her last night and you lied to her just now. You don’t have an early morning,” Jungkook says, hands running over your cheek, “You only have me in your bed.”

“She keeps telling me I should stay away from you,” You confess, “I don’t know why she doesn’t like you, but I’ll talk to her about it later. I don’t want my best friend to not like you-”

“Is she? Your best friend?” Jungkook asks, cutting you off. Your eyes are round with confusion, head tilted to the side.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” You ask softly, “We’ve been close since college-”

“I know all the facts, baby,” Jungkook says, trying his best to not insult Sora to you the way he wants to, “I know she’s been your friend since college, you’ve seen each other at your worst, all of the usual bullshit-”

“Hey!”

“... Why do you think she doesn’t want you to have anything to do with me? If she was really your best friend, she wouldn’t be this fucking concerned or involved-”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” You shrug, “She’s just… protective of me.”

“She cares too fucking much in my opinion,” Jungkook says, “Fucking control freak. Would someone protective of you send you on a blind date with an asshole who stood you up and didn’t even reach out to you after?”

Jungkook has a lot more he wants to say about Sora and how she treats you, but he keeps it to himself for now.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. Only looking at him with those disarming eyes. He hasn’t said much about it, but your gears are already turning. You’ve been growing more and more tired of Sora’s antics- mainly the way she never seems to take into account your feelings unless it benefits her. It was tolerable in college, but the more you fell for Jungkook, the more tiresome it was becoming.

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You say finally, a repeat of what you said last night.

Jungkook looks at you, something undecipherable in his eyes, before nodding and quietly meeting your warm, sleepy lips with his own.

It’s been a total of thirty-six hours since you kissed Jungkook and he had spent the night with you. You haven’t had any type of conversation with him about what your kiss with him meant, what him staying the night over meant. It doesn't’ stop you from feeling giddy at the thought of him, from replaying the last kiss he had given you. From leaving you wanting more.

You think nothing of it as you cheerily buy a dozen donuts to bring with you to the tattoo parlor to surprise Jungkook and your friends. Maybe you can sneak a kiss in.

But the minute you walk into the parlor, you know something is a little off. Jungkook’s shoulders are tense, a pensive look settled in his eyes. His jaw is clenched, tongue poking his cheek.

“Hi,” You murmur, offering him the box of donuts, “I come bearing treats.”

Jungkook gives you a thin smile. He chews on his chapped bottom lip, deep in thought. You didn’t know what to expect after seeing him for the first time after he spent the night with you, but this isn’t what you expected.

He’s standing across from you with crossed arms over his broad chest. The air between you both feels cold and still, icy as you exhale. He’s upset about something, and after before you can ask him what’s wrong (before you can stop your own spiral downwards), he beats you to the punch-

“I don’t understand you,” Jungkook says, his voice perfectly calm and even. But it’s eerie.

Your heart drops to your stomach instantly and you swallow the dry lump in your throat.

“What?” You hate how soft, how weak your voice sounds. But you can’t help it, not when disappointment coats his eyes and when he speaks to you like he’s disgusted by you. You don’t understand him either. The way he switches up on you with no warning.

Jungkook takes a deep breath to tell you what’s been on his mind. Instead of the practiced speech that sounded much calmer in his mind, what comes out is-

“You let Sora walk all over you,” Jungkook hisses, “You let her dictate almost every fucking decision! She has this inexplicable hold over you, and you don’t even know it!”

Jungkook hates confrontation, he really does. But he’s at his wit’s end with you and with Sora. Mostly with you, for not seeing a terrible friend in front of your eyes even when everyone tries telling you. How can you be this blinded by it? By her?

“She manipulates you at every turn, and you just let her! And you know what, I get it- it’s hard to recognize it when you’re in it. But we’ve all told you. She’s not a good friend to you, at all!”

Your face falls, heart sinking into a black hole that begins to swirl in your belly. You can’t stand it, the fire in his eyes despite the ice in his voice. You don’t like this. You don’t like this.

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on listening to her,” Jungkook seethes, getting angrier the more he thinks about Sora, “She treats you like shit- you have to know you deserve better than that, right? She sabotages you every chance she gets. She doesn’t like any of us, you know that? And forget that- why don’t you fucking ask yourself why she has the opposite opinion to everything when it comes to something you like? Your fucking car, your apartment, your job, your choice in decor. Even me.”

His words make you ache terribly and you desperately need something to hold on to to ground yourself. You shove your fists in the pockets of your jacket and surely, you’re clenching your fists tight enough that your nails are piercing through the skin of your palms.

“You never question her intentions. You’ve never even dreamed of questioning her,” Jungkook continues with a cruel sneer, lips twisting into something unfamiliar that cuts across you, “You should ask yourself why. You should ask yourself by you’re always defending her, walking on eggshells around her, afraid to be in disagreement with her, when she doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

But he doesn’t stop there, “You’re so fucking naive a-and fucking foolish. You can’t see how she always has to have you in the palm of her hand, how she makes sure she’s ahead of you in life, by whatever twisted definition of that she has. You deserve better than her. And I know I deserve better than to be hidden because you’re too scared to face your supposed best friend.”

You don’t have any words. Your brain seems to short circuit at his harsh truths, unable to formulate a single sentence. Instead your hands tremble and your eyes become wet.

You say nothing. As always, you say nothing.

“You’re not gonna say anything? Not even now?” Jungkook asks, tongue pressing against his cheek.

Another five seconds goes by before you open your mouth, “I d-don’t know what to say,” Your voice is quiet, unlike what Jungkook is used to, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jungkook could scream in frustration. You still won’t say what’s on your mind, even when he insults you straight to your face. He can’t tell what you’re thinking (mainly because you hardly ever say anything about it), despite being able to read you easily.

“I think I should go,” You say in the same soft, defeated voice, “I b-brought donuts, but umm… they’re over there. Goodbye, Jungkook.”

With that, you turn your back on him and on the tattoo parlor to head outside. He doesn’t see the trembling of your hands or of your shoulders. He doesn’t know that you somehow hold your tears back the whole way home, biting down harshly on your bottom lip enough to draw blood.

Jungkook doesn’t know that you barely make it into your apartment with his words ringing cruelly in your head. He doesn’t know that you collapse in your bed in a mess of sobs and the sound of your heart aching.

You’re alone.

It takes all of thirty seconds after your departure for Jungkook to realize the weight of his words and for your defeated, hunched over shoulders to replay in his mind like a movie. It takes another forty seconds for Mina and Mei to emerge from their respective offices (where he’s certain they heard the entire conversation) and scream at him for his callousness-

“I have never known you to speak to anyone like that, let alone the girl that you’ve liked for who knows how long! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mina says and smacks the back of his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Mei continues with narrowed eyes, “You better apologize to her and kiss her fucking feet-”

“Who else was going to tell her about Sora? She hasn’t listened to-”

“There is a way to communicate these things!” Mei says angrily, “You yelling at her like that wasn’t the move and you know it. You’re so fucking stupid!”

“Alright, I get it,” Jungkook says, equally as angry. He pulls away from both of them, not wanting to hear it from them anymore.

“That girl Sora is a fucking bitch but you’re no better for how you just behaved,” Mina hisses, “Get your shit together, Jeon.”

He knows that he was harsh, maybe too harsh with you. Looking back on the memory of your glossy eyes and sad, slumped shoulders… You hadn’t even fought him. You’d just accepted his barrage of words as fact, without even thinking to provide an explanation or a defense of yourself.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut in shame. Once the anger dissolves into hurt, he reaches a conclusion. He should’ve just talked to you rather than lash out at you like that.

You’re no delicate flower, but damn, he’d do anything to take away the broken look in your eyes.

You take exactly two days off from work to sort through your feelings and thoroughly comb through your previous memories with Sora, and subsequently, with all of your friends. You spend most of this time in your bed, under the covers and scrolling through old photos from college and post-grad life.

It’s funny- you don’t really know where your sense of self got away from you.

You’ve always approached people- relationships, friendships- logically and rationally. Or at least you thought you had. It seems like a lot of your reactions to things that may have upset you or bothered you (or lack thereof) was for the convenience of others- namely Sora.

You bury your head in your hands when she passes through your memory. How could you have let it escalate this far? Can you be so blind to someone treating you so horribly for this long? Can you excuse her behavior for the simple fact that she’s been your supposed friend for years?

You try to think back on a time when you felt like you could unabashedly be yourself around Sora without any consequence for simply existing.

You come up blank.

Logic comes easy to you. It’s easy for you to make the decision to finally speak to Sora and say what needs to be said. Especially when your other friends were hurt by her actions, and by extension, yours.

After about another thirty-six hours, you decide. It doesn’t surprise you, how easy it is to make the decision. You decide that this “friendship” with Sora isn’t worth it. Not when she’s made you feel like this for years and if she treats your friends this way, too.

You’ll give her a chance to explain, but most of your mind is set already. Considering how well you know her, you know how this conversation is going to go. You dread it, but it must be done. Even if it’s long overdue.

“I need you to be honest with me,” You say plainly, keeping your face neutral even as your heart hammers away in your chest. At least you’re in the safety and comfort of your own home, your pastel green throw pillow on your lap acting as an anchor.

Sora sits across from you, an eyebrow raised. Her mouth is twisted into something defensive, on the ready to eat you alive. How could you not notice it before?

“When am I ever not honest with you?” Sora scoffs.

“Then it should be easy for you to answer a few questions for me, and we can be on our merry ways,” You say breezily, your eyes hardened. She swallows. Good.

“The fuck you being so formal for?” Sora laughs, but her smile drops when she sees that you’re not joking.

“Why are you so mean to Jungkook and his friends? My friends?” You ask without missing a beat. You cross your arms over your chest and look at her expectantly. Your ears feel warm, but you press on.

Even if Jungkook is perhaps irreparably upset with you, you think this is his influence. Growing a spine and sticking up for yourself, for the people around you.

“Seriously? That’s what’s got your panties twisted?” Sora says, waving a dismissive hand at you, “Don’t worry about them, they don’t know you like I do- I mean who else was holding your hair back when you were throwing your guts up in college?”

“I don’t think the quality of a friendship should be assessed by how many drunken nights we had.”

“Who else was there for you when nobody else was?” Sora hisses, “I took you home when your parents left you for the holidays, I was the one who was there with you when your shitty ex’s ghosted you, god, your taste is the worst-I was the only one who ever saw you!”

You squeeze your pillow far too tightly.

“Stop holding that shit over my head,” You snap, “Those are just things that friends do. I never begged you for your support and I shouldn’t have to feel like I owe you something other than friendship just for being your only fucking friend who put up with your shit for this long.”

Before she can open her mouth to speak, you cut across her, “Stop talking about the past. College was years ago at this point. We graduated fucking almost six years ago. And even in college… you haven’t changed a bit,” You let out a mirthless laugh, “What do you have to say for our friendship right now? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have set me up with a loser who stood me up. You afraid of something, Sora? You afraid I’ve been around people who are friends with me because they actually like me, not because they get off on a weird power trip?

“Ever since the beginning, all you’ve done is push me away from myself,” You say with trembling lips, “E-everything, you’ve just… you just take everything I like and I want and completely dismiss it. It’s n-not right. A-and it took this long, for Jungkook to call it out for me to realize. This- this isn’t friendship-”

To your misery, her lips morph into a cruel sneer. “Jungkook? You went behind my back-”

“Behind your back? You don’t even have a good reason-”

“I told you, I’m only-”

“No! You’re gonna let me finish, for once,” You raise your voice, levelling her with a glare containing years worth of anger, “It’s clear, with or without Jungkook, that you’ve only kept me around to make yourself feel better. How twisted is that! You kept me down, made me doubt myself and everything just so you could feel better.”

You take a deep, deafening breath.

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Even now, you can’t reassure me. Even now, you can’t call on our friendship as something fond to remember. You weaponized me for your own insecurities. Get out.”

“Get out? You’re kicking me out?” Sora’s sneer drops immediately. Maybe you’re being cruel, but you can’t take it anymore. Something passes across her face that makes you draw an ounce of sympathy for her but it evaporates immediately.

“Yup,” You say, popping the ‘p’, “We’re not friends, and I don’t think we ever were. So thanks, for bringing me back to my senses.”

And that’s that- she leaves with her tail between her legs, not pleading for your affection or your friendship. You’re grateful for that, because you feel like you might collapse in about two minutes.

***

It has been exactly nine days since you ended your friendship with Sora and exactly fourteen days since you stepped foot in the tattoo parlor. You’ve only just reached out to Mei and Mina, in between sporadic texts to Hobi and Yoongi.

It’s been exactly two weeks since you spoke to Jungkook. You miss him, you miss his crooked smirk, his bunny smile. Most of all, you miss the comfort and safety his presence brings. But you’re too nervous to reach out to him again, his harsh words and fiery eyes blinking back at you in your own mind. You’re nervous to even show your face at the tattoo parlor.

Jungkook has been receiving an earful from all of his friends since the last day he spoke to you. Hobi’s wrath, along with Mei and Mina’s wrath, is something he never wants to relive twice. Yoongi and Jin also lectured him, and he only looked at them with wide, doe eyes in understanding. Whatever anger he was holding on to has simmered down to hurt, and now he just misses you. And he very much regrets the way he spoke to you.

He winces when he recalls his cruel words, the sharp edge of his tongue that slipped out so easily. So quickly, to strike you right where it hurts. Jungkook can’t get your stricken expression out of his mind. Knowing he put that look on your face, it makes him ache. And he’s the coward, for still not reaching out to you to apologize.

He’s too nervous to face you, but he has to.

***

jeon jungkook : hi. can we talk sometime soon?

It takes you fifteen minutes to respond. What he doesn’t know is that you had panicked for ten of those fifteen minutes, nearly dropping your phone when you had seen his name pop up on your screen.

you 🧡 : hi. sure. Where?

***

You give yourself a pep talk the entire drive to the park. You’re glad he suggested a park, and a park close to your home- you’re grateful for the open area. You’re incredibly nervous to see him for the first time in a while, running through different scenarios in your head before scolding yourself.

It’s Jungkook. Even if he hurt you, it’s still Jungkook. You trust him. You want to trust him.

You spot Jungkook leaning on his motorcycle, looking like a vision in all black. As almost always a strand of black hair escapes his ponytail as he lights his cigarette. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice his nerves in the way he grips his lighter tightly.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Hi.”

You wring your hands together, gripping the straps of your backpack tightly. You’re just as nervous as he is, he realizes. But still, you stand with your back straightened, eyes wary. You glow, and despite the fact that it’s only been two weeks, he senses something different about you.

“Hi,” Jungkook murmurs, the pet name on the tip of his tongue but he refrains, “Come here. Can I hug you?”

“Y-yeah,” You nod with a small smile and he envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly. Inhaling every bit of you that he can. He wants to kiss you again, kiss you breathless, kiss you so that you forget his cruelty.

But he can’t erase it. So he doesn’t.

“I brought blankets for us,” Jungkook murmurs, pointing to the basket, “Let’s go sit?”

You nod and follow his lead.

***

“It was messed up,” You say forlornly, “We kissed, we kissed a lot, you slept in my bed and then you yelled at me. Insulted me in your tattoo parlor. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” There’s only a little malice in your voice, but he’ll take it.

You’re both sitting across from each other, knees touching with open and honest eyes. You feel vulnerable and exposed around him, especially considering how your last conversation with him went.

“You should’ve just talked to me,” You mumble.

“I know,” Jungkook says instantly, takes your much smaller hands in his and squeezes, “I fucked up. I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that. You didn’t deserve that from me. You don’t deserve that from anyone, least of all from me. I’m sorry I let everything fester and took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry. I made you cry, didn’t I?”

You look away from him for a millisecond before nodding, “You’d cry too, if the man you liked, the man you just spent the night with for the first time, spoke to you like that. In his own place of work. I only brought you donuts and you just- what the fuck? You just went off on me, I had no idea you were even feeling that intensely about Sora. About me-

“I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. Don’t take me for a fool,” You say pointedly, not letting go of his hands. Jungkook cringes before opening his mouth.

“You’re not naive or stupid, I’m sorry-”

“But… I understand, I think. You know when you kind of… know something but it takes another person for you to realize? I think I always knew how Sora was and didn’t want to face it. Or face her. For so long, it felt like she was all I had for some reason. Like even if there were others, it felt like her approval mattered the most. And I realized it was because she just always had this way of making me feel less than her. But mostly, I owe that realization to you. Even if you went about it the wrong way.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, “I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve just talked to you about how I was feeling, rather than take it out on you. You deserve better than that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” You say, surprising him, “For allowing her to get in the way of us, for allowing her to run her mouth. For not having a spine-”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly, “When someone is controlling and manipulative like that, it’s hard to see past it-”

“But is it an excuse?” You wonder with a slight tilt of your head, “I let it hurt you, hurt Yoongi, Hobi, Mina, Mei…”

“Maybe not an excuse. But it makes it understandable,” Jungkook says, “All we can do is move forward right?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” You nod, “I know it doesn’t really change much now, but… I told Sora I don’t want anything to do with her anymore. In fact, I kicked her out of my apartment. It was very dramatic and satisfying. Like something out of a movie.”

Jungkook laughs despite himself, pulling a small smile from you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-”

“You just ended a friendship with someone who’s been around for a long time. That’s not easy.”

“It was easier than I thought it would be. Turns out telling someone to get out of your apartment after letting out about eight years of pent up frustration really is the most vindicating thing a girl can do,” You murmur with a soft laugh, “I think I’m just upset with myself that it took this long. That it took hurting you, the last person I’d ever want to hurt, to realize.”

Jungkook rubs your thumb gently, sending gentle ripples over your skin.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you like that,” Jungkook says, sincerity forming dotted diamonds in his eyes, “God, I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I’m sorry I disrespected you, too. By ignoring all of the red flags, I let her get away with so much. I let her get away with her saying so much shit about you.”

There’s a comfortable pause between you both.

“I think we need to take time for ourselves,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes uncertain but earnest, “Before we start anything-”

“And who said I wanted to start anything with you,” You tease, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, “I agree… Maybe no more pet names, huh?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks in amusement.

“To break up, we’d have to be together to begin with,” You say softly. Despite his own words, his own insistence that he knows you both have some feelings to work through before starting anything romantic without lingering feelings of resentment… Jungkook just wants to pull you into his lap and kiss you, steal your breath, feel your hips in his hands. You look so pretty under the sunlight, the rays brushing over your hair warmly and casting a faint halo over your head.

He drinks you in with his eyes, not allowing a single inch of you to pass him. It’s only been two weeks, but he looks at you as if it’s been so much longer since he’s seen you.

You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions around him, and this time is no different. You look like you want to eat him alive, your eyes hooded and palms hot against his. Something in you wants him, wants him to hold you close, feel his hands over any and every inch of you that he can reach.

You want him to paint you with his hands, maybe share some of that sparkle that he seems to be made of.

Your eyes linger, a soft sigh escaping your lips without realizing it. Jungkook resists a smirk, keeping his observations to himself. He catches your gaze burning through his balmy skin, on his arms, his chest, his neck…

It’s too bad. It really is.

Memories of your night together flash behind your eyelids, the way you seemed to fit just perfectly on top of his strong thighs, the way his big hands felt ghosting over you.

You force your eyes away and touch your lips subconsciously, blinking away the ghost of his kiss. Pulling your hands away from him, you offer him a contrite smile.

“I’ll see you around, Jungkook,” You murmur, standing up from the blanket. His first instinct is to help you up, but he remembers, he’s supposed to keep his hands to himself.

“Yeah. See you around.”

Jungkook’s dimples are the last thing you see when you turn your back and head to your car. You try your best not to look back at him, despite every neuron in your brain screaming at you to.

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monsta x giving you a lap dance

a/n: thank you for being patient with me while my writing has slowed down while i try to take care of mental health!! please enjoy and i hope you have a wonderful day my loves!!

a/n: sn, kh, and ck gifs are @hyunubear’s, mh, hw, and jh gifs are @imnameimss’s, and the wh gif is mine!!

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content: this isn’t supper subby but you read the title you know what this is, lots of touching and teasing but that’s about it!! not smut only suggestive!!

son hyunwoo/shownu:

shownu is definitely the best at it immediately, he’s just too good of a dancer and, though he is awkwardly charming irl, when he’s dancing he’s just pure charm. i don’t think he’d be super verbally flirty during it but he might feel you up a bit if you’re into that. you can do pretty much whatever you want, if you want to touch him or tease him with your words a little, he’ll either do that cute little smile or not really think much of it because he’s just so concentrated.

lee hoseok/wonho:

wonho is an amazing dancer too, but i think he’d be much more shy but in the sweetest and, oddly, the most seductive way. he’s out here smiling all cutely while he’s dancing all up on you, but he might be too nervous to really do too much. but also, for as someone as bashful as him, he also really enjoys teasing. you’ll see that cute little smile grow if you complain that you can’t kiss him </3

lee minhyuk:

mr lee minhyuk would definitely be out here, possibly tipsy, dancing all up on you, touching you shamelessly, taking your hands and placing them in his waist because he wants you to touch him too, teasing you with a ghost of a kiss lingering on your skin as he grinds against you. grab his ass a little, tease him with your fingertips, he loves it all.

yoo kihyun:

kihyun would definitely get flustered and would be so awkward the whole time until he finally figures it out and gets really into it, noticing the little things that make you shift in your seat and doing them more, teasing so very intentionally until you go mad, and keeping that sultry look in his eyes. he’ll smirk if you complain about the teasing, maybe he’ll even tell you not to touch him while he gives the dance (but you don’t really have to listen, he’d prefer if you didn’t actually).

chae hyungwon:

hyungwon i could oddly see being weirdly into it, moving his body perfectly fluidly to the music and smirking like ever so slightly as you just take in his presence and watch him with those hungry eyes he loves so much, he loves it when you want him so badly you can’t control yourself.

lee jooheon:

jooheon would legitimately be out here giving the most oddly endearing lap dances know to man like maybe he’s a little clumsy and he’s not the best at it but he’s just charming and so sweet yet so provocative that he’s just mesmerizing. and once he finds a comfortable rhythm, he gets really into it, and he goes from almost cutesy to deadly.

im changkyun/i.m:

changkyun isn’t even giving a legitimate lap dance he just plops himself down on your lap and he just kinda moves to the beat of the music as he gives a little strip tease, keeping eye contact, intense but soft energy with his low voice murmuring how much he wants you. he’s a tease through and through, and he’ll definitely make you want him more than anything.

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May I request nsfw headcanons for Genma? Thank you for your service 🔥

HEY!!! I’ve been WAITING for this one. Thank you for requesting! NSFW Genma headcanons comin right up.

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Genma Shiranui NSFW headcanons s/o reader

- will literally be down to fuck anytime….anywhere

- he won’t beg, but you will be able to tell when he’s in the mood

- with his flirty seductive ass *sighs*

- you guys want to fuck in the forest? It’ll happen. His apartment? During a mission? The back of Ichiraku Ramen? Trust me, it’ll happen.

- he’ll try to be discreet and he’s pretty good about it

- Genma definitely likes it rough

- giant cock for sure. 9/10

- Genma has a thing for hair pulling…if you pull his long luscious brunette locks, he will for sure groan in response

- senbon will be in his mouth while he fucks you.

- messy bun Genma??? That is definitely a thing. He’ll tie his hair back maybe depending on the occasion. Sexy, I tell ya

- every now and then he would prefer more slow and passionate sex. Even better if you’re the one on top. He just wants all the beautiful views and to take in the moment.

- Shower sex shower sex shower sex

- His head game is strong as FUCK. why do you think he toys with a senbon in his mouth 25/8??? He will 100000% make you cry with his tongue.

- He lovesss thighs. He will literally lay his head down on your thighs during his break and fall asleep, forgetting he has work to do.

- Genma can be serious during sex but he also wouldn’t making it light hearted and have you guys laughing together. Your comfort and enjoyment is his priority :)

- Smooth as fuck when it comes to being in public. He will probably finger you under a table during dinner with everyone and no one will notice. He’d rest one hand on his chin whiles he at it to look bored, while you’re nearly about to YELL

- loves getting his cock sucked. Getting to watch his s/o wrap their plump lips around him REALLY gets him going.

- this mf will be man-spreading when you walk into the room and you’ll sit near him, but you look over and he’ll shake his head. “No, this is your seat,” he says, patting his lap.

- LMFAO he’ll do that anywhere even in public, he wants to know everyone that you are his

- Loves the little touches when you guys pass each other during a busy work day. He’ll walk past you and intertwine his fingers with yours, slipping through and slowly letting go as you walk by. He’ll wink at you too, or even blow a kiss ;)

- he likes being intimate and doing things just as the two of you. The second you guys hang out in an group this man will be SLUMPED

- will wrestle with you in bed and then it will turn into sex

- 100% into dirty talk

- “yeah? You like that? You look so good taking my cock like that.”

- sexually frustrated genma is quite a sight. After a longgggg mission, he is NEEDY. You will tell right away. he will whip out his cock the second he opens the bedroom door ….okay not really but you get the point

- LOVES TO BE A TEASE. He will have you begging

- will be super cheesy with his flirting and little actions but that’s just his way of being goofy or connecting with you

- when his s/o wears a sexy outfit he will literally undress them with his eyes

- he’s always stunned by you, so own it!

- morning sex is a yes

- loves every inch of your body and will definitely praise you for it

- did I mention he has a giant cock

- idk how he walks properly with that thing between his legs

- wants you on his lap 25/8. That is your permanent chair.

- but like 5 minutes in you’ll feel him get hard

- god he cant RESIST you

- Will just stare into your eyes just to admire you even if you hate eye long contact but he’s literally so down bad

Thats all! Hope you all enjoyed :)

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Lush

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: A month passes by: a month filled with her around his office, with her lingering touches and flirty looks and Alfie begins to realize that he has taken the devil herself out of her cage.

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“Bite your lip once more, I dare you.”

“Get in line, sweetheart.”

He had made his decision. And made it quick.

The room is quiet, nothing but the sound of cold wind seeping through the open windows. The inside of the apartment is scarcely decorated but there is flowers everywhere, some roses resting on the floor and some on the small table next to the lavish couch. The date and the occasion checks out while nothing moves inside.

It’s your place.

The you a month ago is a foolish girl, you realize. Someone who had hope for good things and perhaps miracles but not anymore. Although you think that maybe the way you had gotten a job and your own place had been a long-time wish granted. You don’t think much of it, just act and react to get through the days.

He’ll be here soon.

Without a cane in hand, you notice lately. He seems younger, acts like it too. He smiles more but you ignore the thought. He’s tough around the said bakery, shouts too much and is always angry but never with you. His eyes are softer, a little more merciful when you grace him with your presence, although it’s less often than he’d like.

The boarding school is in the other end of town, a bit too far to walk but his driver takes you sometimes. You find out his name is Ishmael, has a nice smile but he’s not a smooth flirt. You don’t comment on it, seeing as Alfie has done you a big favor and you find some sense in being good for a while.

But only for a while.

The game is still on, you’re sure it has never stopped, not when you and him are alone. You see it in his gaze, the hunger and the need to have you but you’re his employee now, someone under his wing and he’s not quite sure where that puts him. You know for a fact that he doesn’t give a single damn about employee and boss policy but it also has to do with the fact that you’re subdued around people since appearing out of thin air.

He doesn’t hate it.

Not exactly. He knows you have the upper hand behind closed doors, so much so that he’s ready to give you his life if you ask but around his employees, you act like there’s nothing between you and him. Little do you realize, the men don’t flirt too much and avert their gazes when you’re walking by and so you conclude that he has already spoken to them about not sparing a glance at you.

It doesn’t bother you as much anymore.

You still go to clubs but you don’t have to sneak out anymore, seeing as you have your own place. Men around are still hesitant, due to you being called ‘his girl’, although you’re sure that it’s the other way around since you’re the one who has him wrapped around your pinkie.

The horn outside is loud, so loud that it makes you want to scream but the neighbors don’t dare complain when they see the big black car with the scary boss in it. Far too scared to utter something as you get into the car and shoot him a smile.

The inside of the bakery is quiet, it’s a bit too early but you know he’s giving you day off tomorrow so you don’t complain. He settles in his office, sleeves rolled and the golden chain of his glasses reside around his neck. He smells all power and musk, some vanilla in his scent as Cyril walks around.

You still haven’t slept with him.

You came to close, too close last week when he had his hands under your skirt and was about to fuck you against the desk but gathered himself. You revel in the fact that it has been months and months of knowing you and yet, he still wants to be proper. You find yourself wanting him, just let him have you in the back alley of somewhere but you’ve perfected the art of covering up what you truly feel so he’s clueless.

Annabelle comes to visit every now and then, to see if you’re safe and checks your chest for bruises or possible hickeys but finds nothing other than small splinters on your hands. When she leaves, Alfie calls you over and carefully takes them out one by one, with a gentleness that seems foreign to him.

You clear your throat, wanting him to talk as you stand in his office, right in front of the door. You’re wearing a tight dress today and it makes him gulp when you take your coat off. His eyes don’t leave the paper for a solid minute, too afraid he’ll slip up and have you right there in his office in the early hours of the morning so he takes his sweet time composing himself and discarding his thoughts.

“Do you need anything?” you speak, a bit informal now that you see him on a daily basis. He’s still Mr. Solomons in front of the employees excluding Ollie, he’s Alfie in private.

Your Alfie.

You don’t grow attached, you repeat to yourself each night when you’re in the bath and the thoughts of his lips against yours find you. He’s a good kisser, you know that from first hand experience but it doesn’t surprise you anyway. He knows what he’s doing, as you find just how much he values your pleasure whenever he’s kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. 

But it takes him longer to pull himself together.

He’s getting more careless each time, greedier and certainly a lot more hungrier. His touches get deeper, his kisses turn into bites after a while and he’s panting, actually losing his breath, when he feels your naked skin against his each time you let him kiss your neck and collarbones.

You bite your lip while waiting for him to talk and at that same moment, he finds enough courage in his poor heart to look up to meet your eyes but the sight feels like a bullet wound and he falls short of breath, in the very early hours of the morning.

He’s fucked.

Ollie knows this, sometimes even mutters it under his breath and finds it far too amusing for his own good. The lad is not blind and he knows Alfie well enough to point out certain things.

Things like how his mood shifts in the best way possible when you’re around, or how he fights a smile each time you enter his office. It takes Ollie a while to realize these since he’d thought of Alfie as a lone soul but he realizes, soon enough, that Alfie no longer wants to keep that status.

Alfie gulps and realizes you’re not even biting your lips as a seductive act but it’s too late. You catch his gaze and immediately catch on, far too smart for your own good, Alfie thinks. You offer him a slow raise of your eyebrows and you lick your lips once more, although he’s too focused on the entire image of you.

He clears his throat and you bite your lip, too aware of the effect you have on him.

“Bite your lip once more, lass.. I fuckin’ dare you.” he speaks without measuring his own words but you don’t care. You’re used to the burly old man speaking to you this way.

A gentle smile graces your lips and he knows, he knows, you have already ruined him in many ways. He has been with his share of women but after you, he’ll be ruined for life. You’ve ruined the others for him, he thinks, there’ll not be another one for him.

You shake your head and speak in a gentler tone, far too gentle for him in this soft morning as he watches your lips move. “I asked you if you need anything from me. If not, I’ll go to my office, sir.” The words left your mouth as you emphasized the last part and watched his eyes darken.

Ollie knocked on the door once and didn’t wait for the answer to come in.

The tension hung in the air, thick enough to go through it with a blade but the lad was already in. He looked at Alfie’s sitting form and you before repeating the motion again. Opening his mouth, he knew his boss was about to give him a load.

“Alfie, there’s a man who wants to talk to you.” he said, no apology for intruding as this was how men did things, with no manners.

You held the stack of papers against your chest as Ollie spoke and licked your lips, looking at Alfie the whole time. His eyes didn’t leave yours while Ollie spoke, only when he was done speaking did he direct his eyes to the lad. You thought he was either going to shout or go off on the lad but he did neither. He just spoke with a calm yet annoyed voice.

“That why you fuckin’ barged in ‘ere, aye?” he spoke, voice gruff as he sat behind his desk. 

Ollie was used to this, far too used to the harsh talk coming from his boss so it didn’t faze him nor you.

“He says he wants to speak about the shipment to the East side. He has lads with him, Alfie.” Ollie spoke, all in one breath and it was easy to see the glints of fear in his features. He was good at hiding it but after being around him for some time, certain things became recognizable.

Alfie looked at you first and then the lad. It was far too amusing, knowing he was afraid of something happening to you. You knew how to defend yourself and use a gun, a good one at that but the big boss was still adamant on protecting his pretty little secretary.

Before he could speak, a shout came from the corridor. A loud one that made Alfie reach for his gun and one that made Ollie close the doors to Alfie’s office but it made you laugh.

“Alfie Solomons!” the shout echoed, loud and clear.

It was much more than a shout after that, so many more loud noises that filled the bakery. The rest was quick, the way Ollie grabbed your arm and tried to grad you to the back side only to be stopped by Alfie.

There was another shout after that, much more vile and vulgar and it only made you smile. Men were animals when they were angry. The shout echoed through the now empty corridors and you listened, eyes on Alfie the whole time.

“Fuck you!”

You chuckled, a bit too taken back by the clearness of the message and uttered something under your breath, something that was accidentally audible for the rest of the room as you spoke. “Get in line, sweetheart.”

Ollie ignored the glint in Alfie’s eyes as you said but his eyes never left yours anyway. He reveled in the fact, would repeat the words to himself for the next month or so but he needed to take care of the animal outside of his office now, even though he’d make sure to bring your point up.

You offered Alfie a small smile in the midst of all of it and he would get back to you on it, just needed to deal with something beforehand. Ollie took you to the back side of the said bakery where there were more guns and better safety and told you to stay out.

And seeing as you wanted to stay alive, you did just that.

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There’s no blood on his shirt this time.

He looks angry, stale almost as he walks through the empty corridors. Something is bothering him, something that managed to actually hit a nerve. You stayed in the small back room, shoulder against the door frame as he walked towards you. 

The nerve had hit you.

You straightened as he walked, not stopping even he was too close into your personal space. His steps only altered when his nose almost pressed against yours. Contrary to what it looked like from the outside, this wasn’t a sign of affection.

He was livid.

Breathing through his nose, Alfie looked down at you while his breath hit your face. Ollie was on guard, he knew Alfie wouldn’t hit you but he wasn’t sure of anything at that exact moment.

“Who the fuck is Henry, lass?” he asked, voice calm as opposed to his flaring nostrils. 

He watched you panic, lose your calm all in one second right before his eyes.

Henry was not a nice man.

You had played this game with Henry too, somewhere along the line when you were much younger. He was one of those men who became obsessed with one thing: having you. He had hurt you, the scar on your inner thigh would vouch for that and soon after, he’d been arrested due to your uncle’s complaints. He never listened, though. You knew he was bound to show up but this was the worst possible time.

“He was....he was here?” you spoke, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence which said everything that needed to be said. Alfie took a step away from you, no longer in your personal space while he looked at you.

This fucker was about to get a beating.

He needed to know who he was and why he had been screaming around his damn bakery first, so he spoke. “Yeah, he was. Fuckin’ shoutin’ your name and everythin’.”  he said, still cautious.

“I thought he was dead.” you spoke with a hesitant voice and did not meet his eyes.

Ollie watched the whole thing, fully knowing he would meet this lad to end his life soon.

“He fuckin’ will be.” Alfie spoke and your eyes met his at last. 

This was a bad idea.

The games were all fun and all but you didn’t want someone to die because of you. Henry was a good choice but the most you’d done was a kick in the crotch and knowing he would be on the other side of the soil very soon because of you didn’t sit right with you. And you didn’t want extra blood on Alfie’s hands because of you, knowing he had plenty of it.

Ollie was long gone so you felt yourself walk a step closer to Alfie with attempts to calm down.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” you spoke, hand reaching for his upper arm and residing there. The touch was natural at this point, just another reminder he had dangling right in front of his face.

“What did he do to ya’?” he asked, and started placing things together.

You knew how to stitch wounds back together and did exceptionally well in situations that had immense amounts of blood and panic so it only made him think that you had suffered those things yourself and your calmness came from experience. 

You shook your head, more than ready to dismiss the whole thing now that he had asked that question. Your voice shook in the slightest as you spoke.

“Nothing...not too much I mean just-” He placed his finger under your chin and tilted your head so you had to look directly at his face as he stared down at you and spoke with a firm voice.

“Tell me, lass.” he spoke, his embrace magnetic as you stood close to the man.

Your eyes flickered between his own, a gulp present on your throat as you looked at him. You wouldn’t tell him now and he understood that soon afterwards. It was something that needed to be talked about later on, not now.

“Alright.” he said, getting the hint after you looked at him with nothing but a soft plea in your eyes. His hands clasped against the air and he spoke once again, Ollie also appearing around the corner of your eye.

“Up you go then.” Alfie said, climbing the stairs to his office behind you.

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His hands were on you, quick too as they caressed your back. They would surely end up on your ass, squeezing and lightly slapping soon but you took your time while kissing him so he would remember the feel when you’d leave. His shin was right under yours as you straddled him on his big chair, you were sure Ollie had tried to come in a few times but realized what was going on.

This was the first time you were kissing him in his office this way.

You had earned the workers’ trust first and made friends with them, then you moved on to the next step which was screwing their boss. You had remained perfectly proper until now but they had all known that this was coming the first time you’d walked in as his little guest.

You broke the kiss but his hands didn’t let go of you, only recoiled around your arms and waist even tighter than before. You chuckled at the action, the protective big boss reluctant to let go of a thing half his size. You looked at his eyes as you spoke, lipstick no longer on your lips but more around his.

“You can kill him.” you said, out of breath and it took him a minute to snap back.

“What?” he said, gathering himself a little but his hand was still holding you in place by your waist. Your finger caressed his cheek, finding a napkin to get some of the lipstick off of him.

“Henry, I mean.” you said, face impossibly close to his and he realized that he was often finding himself inches away from your lips.

And for good reason.

“Lass, I’ve been fuckin’ kissin’ you for the past half an hour and that’s what you’ve been thi-” he spoke but you cut him off, still trying to wipe off some of the make up on his face as your hands held his head in place.

“No. Only for the last minute or so.” you said and watched his laugh which only made you smile in return but you kept speaking, you had been thinking of the terrible lad and you wanted justice to have its way.

“I’m just saying that you might even gain something from killing the bastard.” you spoke, as a matter of factly.

Alfie was a businessman and he was good to make deals with, so that was what you were doing.

You knew Henry had been disturbing some of the girls from your old school lately, Annabelle had told you so and a smaller girl had confirmed it. You had Alfie wrapped around your finger and so far, it had been proving to be very useful. The job and your own place were the first fruits of the harvest but this was bigger, this would impact other people’s lives for the better.

He raised his eyebrows at you and spoke, voice gruff as you sat on top of him. “How’s that, pet?”

“Get rid of him and you can ask one thing from me.” you spoke, getting up from his lap since he was distracted enough for you to be able to do that.

This was an in, an in you were giving Alfie and you’d never done that before, not with anyone and certainly not a gangster. It was usually the other way around, men owed things to you but the situation was different and you had grown slightly used to being around this man, so might as well give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Anythin’?” he asked almost immediately and you smiled, fixing your skirt and opening a window even though it was cold.

“Anything.” you said, too soft for his poor heart and he smiled at your words.

Wheels turned in his head, a small smirk apparent on his plump lips as he watched you close the door to his office after walking out. He knew you’d be the death of him but at this point, he couldn’t find it in himself to care in the slightest. He enjoyed the old game of push and pull and screamed for Ollie the minute you were out the door.

He wouldn’t ask for sex, he knew that had its time.

He’d ask for something much better but first, he had to get rid of the poor bastard.

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a/n: I hope you like this one!! I think i’ll have a few more chapters out and see how things go but do let me know what you thought of it <3

[velvtey]

│𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

—𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐯𝐨𝐱, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐰: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐮!

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤—

when husk is in heat, he tries to avoid you completely. he doesn't want to loose control and hurt you.

husk starts to spend more time in his room, begging charlie to let him not have to work, he doesn't want to have to work with a raging boner.

he tries to drink to forget about his heat but it doesn't work, he just becomes hornier, much to his dismay.

he'll deny your help, saying that he can deal with it on his own.

he spends a lot of time jacking off, trying to relieve himself of this heat but it doesn't work, eventually he works up courage to steal a pair of your panties, using them. it helps very little.

if you catch him he'll be so embarrassed, trying to explain while his heat is making him crazy to just touch your body, indulge himself inside your tight heat. he tries to get rid of these thoughts.

if you walk out, he'll understand but he'll avoid you after his heat is over, that is if he can stand not jumping you at some point in it.

but, if you offer help saying that you'll help him through his heat, he'll be overjoyed — he won't admit it though — and he'll immediately start ripping off your clothes.

he leaves lots of marks and i mean a lot of them, bites, hickies, scratches. anywhere he can get to, he’ll leave something to remind you of him.

he goes crazy once he finally slips into your cunt, he doesn't stop for hours, leaving you a fucked out mess. don’t worry though, he’ll take care of his princess.

anyways, speaking of him taking care of you, he’ll do anything you ask after his heat is over. you helped him so let him help you, also try not to bring it up too much, he gets super embarrassed

𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫—

hoo boy, he didn’t really ever have tendencies to want to fuck you, but he does now, and i mean he really does.

alastor can’t get the idea of filling you full of his cum and breeding you out his head, he just wants to fill up your tight little cunt full of his seed.

he tries to hold back and pretend as if he’s not in heat, but everyone can tell that he’s dying to get his hands on you.

he doesn’t want to touch himself, he’d rather just ask you. but, eventually he can’t control his urges anymore and has to touch himself anyway possible, it doesn’t matter anymore, he’s gonna die if he doesn’t have some kind of release.

if you ask him if he needs help, he’ll thank lucifer that you did and that he didn’t have to ask you himself.

however, if you do ask him, everyday when you come back he’ll be grinding himself onto you, marking you as his own.

he’ll instantly fall in love if you have a bulge after he cums (multiple times).

he loves the faces you make for him, the way your face contorts into some kind of mix between fear and pleasure when he cums inside, saying that he'll breed your tight little cunt, how you’ll make a perfect mother. it feeds his sadistic side a little bit.

speaking of sadistic side, he loves to bite into your skin and have it draw blood, he’ll lap it up and savoring the taste of it. he’ll also scratch you, digging his nails into your skin.

he’ll run you a bath afterwards and kiss your face all over, thanking you for putting up with a horny catboy like him.

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨—

i pray for you, this guys sex drive was already insane, but now that he’s in heat? good luck to you.

he’ll pounce on you immediately, telling you in detail how he’s gonna fuck you and make sure you can’t walk for a week, maybe even a lifetime.

he’ll abandon all of his business responsibilities to fuck you 24/7, he loves to just fuck you over and over. even if you pass out, he’ll keep going, it only makes it hotter to him.

even if he does let you guys take a break, you’ll wake up from you very short nap as he’s balls-deep inside you, muttering how much he enjoys your slutty pussy and how it was made for him.

he loves to just bite and suck on your neck, not really caring to mark you as his own but just to see your embarrassed face after his heat’s over, it brings him joy.

aftercare? what’s that? he genuinely doesn’t care, if you beg him he might just let you join his bath, but don’t worry! he’ll fuck you in there too.

also, if you were wondering, no, he doesn’t care if you have to piss, just piss on him, it’s hot — when he’s in heat — but don’t think he won’t punish you after his heat is over.

𝐯𝐨𝐱—

vox becomes so needy and desperate when his heat hits, he’ll whine and beg for you to let him fuck you cunt, to let him fill you up with his cum.

he’s very loud, he has pornstar worthy moans and he’ll even make ahegao faces on his screen.

vox discards his old personality, only desperate for your attention, begging you to pay attention to him 24/7, not caring about everything else in your life you have to attend to.

vox can’t really leave marks on your skin, but he loves for you to leave kisses on his screen— especially if you’re wearing lipstick.

he loves cockwarming during his heat, he loves to just relish in your heat as he does whatever TV demons do

if he gets a call from val— or anyone really, he’ll whine as he picks it up, but he won’t hold back any moans or noises, it’s their fault they called right?

he’ll run you a bath if you ask and maybe make you something to eat and cuddle you while you two watch some kind of romance movie, it’s the best he can do.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭—

god, please help this poor man, going through heat and having to work for valentino? a nightmare, really.

when he comes home from work, he’ll pounce immediately, he can’t hold back his sexual urges anymore, he’s desperate, he’s needy. so very horny to just slip inside your walls and fuck you senseless.

angel loves to mark you, he tries not leave as many knowing it’d be a problem for you but he can’t help it! his urges are stronger than his will.

he loves to have you praise him, call him your good little kitty and that he’s fucking you so well and he’ll be fucking you until the sun comes up. he lives for your acceptance and praising.

angel definitely shows his softer side during his heat, he becomes more vunerable during it so when he has to deal with val, he’ll come home upset, just let him relieve himself of this heat and he’ll do whatever you need or want.

he can also be very flirty and seductive during his heat though, it’s a gamble for how he’s gonna act during it. one moment he’ll be praising you, telling you how good you’re taking his cock, and the next he’ll be telling you how much of a slut you are for enjoying this.

he’ll cuddle up with you as you two fall asleep, TV playing in the background. that’s his form of aftercare, no bath just having you cuddle into his chest— even if you’re both disgusting and filthy with cum.

[quirrrky]

🔮 JUNI S. (HIGH ANON ^^)​—who will you marry? 🔮

DISCLAIMER: Please keep in mind that this reading is just for fun! If anything resonates, then it’s even more fun! 😊 Also, please don’t be mad at me if you don’t get your selfship characters 🥺

🔮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

the magician, knight of wands, 6 of pentacles, 3 of cups Your future husband is someone who loves to be around people. He may be the life of the party or the queen bee of his group of friends. He’s someone very capable to achieve any goals he set his mind on. He is someone unstoppable and self-motivated. He may be quite flirty as well. He’s the type who can charm anyone he meets. Sometimes he doesn’t really intend to. He just exudes that aura. 

wheel of fortune, nine of swords, high priestess I’m sensing that this person can be your soulmate. You have a lot of similarities, but there are times that you find conflict in these similarities you share. He can be more happy-go-lucky than you are though I can see that it’s his coping mechanism to avoid anxiety, because once he gets caught up and worries, there’s no stopping his anxiety. He may overthink and lose sleep over it. It is because he can be highly sensitive especially of other people’s energy. 

let go of control issues, finances and career, photograph, seduction, the world, the star I’m perceiving that there may be a point when you guys or just one of you will rush to be into this relationship. Another thing is you or your future husband might take on different relationships just to find the one. Y’all are advised here to just let things be as everything will happen naturally. Right now, focus on your individual dreams and develop your on your own financial stability. You’ll take a lot of cute pictures during your marriage. Mehehe like the couple who loves taking selfies together. You’ll both be very flirty with each other too. You’ll find each other very attractive. You may love to travel and explore together and you both see a dream come true in each other. 

🍰𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

your first impression of him the runner, king of chalices, 6 of pentacles You’ll see him as someone very generous. People or those around him just love his energy. You might be one of those people ngl. He’ll be very in tuned with his emotions and you’ll notice this by witnessing how nurturing and empathetic he can be. Hey, maybe this is why people love him! He can be very romantic too. Not shying away from giving earnest compliments and he says things like this in a very sweet and charismatic manner. Though, you’ll feel that he’s quite non-committal. Like he shares his energy with people but fears to be tied down or he’s someone who’s kind of hard to pin. Like, for example, a politician who has the heart to be giving and nurturing to people, but doesn’t have time for his personal affairs. This is just an example but you’re gonna get that vibe from him.

his first impression of you cupid’s arrow, wedding rings, emperor This person doesn’t have that much of a complex POV of you. It’s simple and clear cut. You seem, to him, as someone very reliable. You have a no non-sense and take charge attitude that he’ll find endearing. He thinks you’re marriage material. Someone whom he can build a family with. He could have a crush on you the very first time you encounter each other. 

💍 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞/𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

-/ your future husband is a mixture of dazai’s extroversion and flirty personality + atsushi’s gentle and caring demeanor. your future husband can be an E/ISFJ, IxFP or ExFP. but he’s giving me a huge ESFJ/INFP vibe. if you’re into KPOP, he kinda reminds me of seonghwa from ateez. 

🔮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

[popatochisssp]

would you consider updating the pet names post for the new guys? (specifically, what names they'd call their s/o) pitch calling his s/o "pet" and "kitten" in sweet treats had me WEAK...

Why yes, I can accommodate this request!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): Doesn’t lean too much on pet-names, they’re cute but a little too cutesy to be dropping all over the place willy-nilly, y’know? If he’s feeling a little goofy, he might call you ‘lover’ and really ham it up with an exaggeratedly “seductive” tone, just to make you laugh. ...But genuinely, privately, in his head and intimate moments with you, you’re definitely ‘bright-eyes.’

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): Very thoughtless about his pet-names, never really intentionally dropped--they just sort of happen-- and he’d get very flustered if you called him on it. ‘Dear-heart’ is a favorite and one he’ll use a little more indiscriminately (earlier in the relationship and occasionally in non-romantic contexts too), but when he’s distracted and casually drops a ‘sugarplum’ on you, that’s when you know he’s in deep.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): When he’s talking about or to you, he loves to bring his first two claws to his chin and flick them down: ‘cute,’ literally, but ‘cutie’ in intention. He just thinks you’re adorable and he’s gotta make sure you know it. He’s also fond of giving the back of his hand a couple flicks to call you ‘pumpkin,’ since you’re just as cute and tasty as one. ;3 (He’ll probably also have a unique sign that he uses to stand in for your name in conversation, like ASL users tend to but that’ll be based off of your own unique traits, so unfortunately, I can’t tell you what that’d be!)

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): Almost never uses pet-names, they’re definitely too soft and he feels far more vulnerable using them than he’d like to be, so you’d have to be pretty far into the relationship before he’s willing to call you his ‘jewel’ to your face. You may be married by the time he lets the even more intimate ‘my heart’ slip out, but by then it’s definitely too much the truth (as he feels it) to feel embarrassed by.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): Still fond of ‘darling’ and the ever classic ‘dear,’ when he’s being wholly sincere, but when he’s feeling playful, he gets a little more...adventurous. Pet-names are an easy way for him to fool around and be silly with you, even while maintaining The Façade, so you can go ahead and imagine any goofy, over the top, disgusting pet-name and he’ll probably say it at some point: ‘pookie,’ ‘snookums,’ ‘sugar-pie,’ ‘pudding pop,’ ‘cupcake,’ he has no shame and he’ll say it all...with a perfectly straight expression and even tone that just makes it funnier. He’ll tone it down if you ask, but he thinks it’s hilarious and would love to keep doing it.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Definitely not big on pet-names, they don’t come naturally to him and that makes them feel forced and not genuine enough when he does try to use them, so mostly he...doesn’t. But if you’re perceptive, if you’re really listening to him, you might notice that when you meet up with him, or if you surprise him, or you wake up together and he looks over at you, the first thing he says is starting to always be the same: “hey, you...” It doesn’t look like much written out, but when you hear it, when you see how he looks at you warmer and warmer every time... the more he says it, the more that ‘you’ sounds like ‘everything.’

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): ‘Dear’ is a favorite still, as is the occasional ‘dearest,’ but when he’s feeling especially affectionate, yes, he’s very likely to call you ‘kitten,’ cute and feisty and very beloved. ‘Pet’ is the one you get when he’s cheeky and in the mood to tease-- he likes the possessive note of it about as much as he likes the chance it might rile you up a little and make you want to tease back. Rest assured, though, it’s all in good fun! 

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): Not all that verbal, so the pet-names are a little sparse too, just by extension. He will call you ‘beautiful’ often--whether you think of yourself as beautiful or not, you are to him, so of course he’ll want to tell you so sometimes--but that’s about it. ...Unless you count non-verbal pet-names, that is. Once you’re eased into the relationship far enough that the touch-barrier has been broken, you might notice that he likes to trace idle patterns on you with his claws, and if you really pay attention to what he’s tracing, you might also notice that the patterns aren’t always idle. Sometimes it’ll be your name, or a certain l-word, or maybe just a few little heart/soul-shapes to stand in for the same thing. You could call him on it and he’d be a little embarrassed, but he wouldn’t deny it, and unless you really hated it, he wouldn’t stop either. It’s just how he feels.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): Calls you ‘kid’ romantically. You might also get some similar words, like ‘bro’ or ‘dude’ with the exact same sentiment, but ‘kid’ is the favorite, in spite of definitely being kind of old fashioned in comparison. He just... likes it, and in general the combination of casual, friendly terms with deeper, more genuine sentiment. If he’s feeling extra flirty, he might slip in a ‘sweets’ on you, but mostly, it’s ‘heya kid, what’s up?’ and ‘c’mere kid,’ and ‘damn, kid, you’re amazing... <3′

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): A relatively traditional sort of fellow, he prefers some of the more classic terms of endearment himself, but tends to only use them in private. He’ll say them with some degree of playful exaggeration when you’re early in the relationship, but the longer it goes on, the more genuine the words will be. Still, getting hit with an earnest, gentlemanly ‘beloved’ for the first time might be a bit of a surprise if you’re not ready for it, and the errant ‘dove’ will probably hit just the same-- he’s extra fond of that one, actually, so he might hold it out for special occasions, or until he’s really sure you’re both a solid thing. But if you are, best get used to that now, because that’s what you have to look forward to! UwU