#they do this for their own amusement istg

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

Y’all, imagine if the Impractical Jokers ran Criminal Minds. Like:

Impractical Jokers GIFS are by @impracticalgifs available here. Criminal Minds GIFs are by @callitacurse available here. I had to crop them lol.

[felibrary]

╭──╯ TWO TRUTHS, ONE LIE

PAIRING: aventurine x reader

SYNOPSIS: in which you invite aventurine to play a drinking game with you: "two truths and one lie." it's an amusing game, what could possibly go wrong? that is until one can't distinguish between the truth and a lie.

wordcount: 1.8k | content & warnings: unestablished relationship, drunk - not really drunk rather intoxicated confession? or drunk idk, alcohol, barely any metaphors - like little to none but more dialogue (i’ve improved..ig!!), the title basically says everything

AUTHORS NOTE: i needed to write something and its two almost three am, im dying. istg i pulled this out of my asscrack. So who am i to proofread?? also this is kinda similar, kinda (really) similar to my other fic. what if i cried. when writers block gets so bad you start copying yourself dawg

“it’ll be fun!”��

you blissfully cheer as you take out two shot glasses out of your cupboard before fetching a bottle of vodka and setting it down onto the big and fancy dining table that stands in the middle of your living room, a moving gift for your new apartment which you received from none other than aventurine. 

(he insisted that it’s a fitting gift for your new home - well it certainly didn’t fit well through your front door, only after a few tries from aventurines employees they managed to transport it inside your new apartment.) 

with quick movements, the blond grabs the transparent alcohol and pours the two of you a glass. “how gentlemanlike of you.” you comment, a pinch of teasing in your words as you let out a huff, smiling as you shake your head before sitting down, right in front of him. 

a faint laugh escapes aventurine's lips and he can only hum in delight as he slides over your glass from across the table. “so if i understood it right, you for an example, tell me one lie and two truths and if i were to guess them correctly, i as the victor get to see you, the loser drinking a shot?” he props his elbow onto the dining table before leaning his cheek into the palm of his left hand, curiously awaiting your answer.

your eyes gleam in excitement “bingo!” and he can’t help the smile that finds its way onto his face. “though we’re not gonna do it one go, we’ll have turns. for example, i start off by telling a lie and you guess if i was telling the truth or not, then it’s my turn to guess, then it’s yours again and so on.” 

you grab the glass from above and lazily twirl around the vodka. “how does that sound?” you tap your fingers around glass before slowly tracing the edges of your glass with your index finger in a languid motion. “is this a wager you’re willing to indulge in, mr. aventurine?” you smile. what a tease you are.

“sure, sure. i see no reason to decline your generous offer.” he returns your smile with one of his own, similar to the one he gives to his clients, polite and charming. “well then, it’s only natural for you as the guest to start, right?” you set your glass down and it makes a light “thump” sound. 

“how kind of you.” he looks down at the dining table, scanning the items with his eyes. a white tablecloth which is stained with some light brown-yellowish spots, probably from the times when you spilled coffee onto your table and weren’t able to properly wash them out. 

he hums as he taps his fingers against the hard surface of the table, deep in thought as if pondering what to say. “let’s start off with an easy one, the critters were a gift from the trailblazer.” a lie.

you’re quick to respond “that’s a lie. although you and the trailblazer get along well, they’ve never gifted you something like a pet. the person whom you received them from is veritas.” upon that aventurine can only give you a content smile before gulping his glass down in one go. 

“very well.” he praises you before opening the alcohol bottle and pouring him another glass, not once breaking eye contact as he shoots you a knowing look that says “your turn.”

unlike aventurine you don’t need a long time to think about what you’re going to say. “i used to like you a lot.” a partial lie - you still like him. 

“that’s a lie.” aventurine immediately points out, not even bothering to meet your gaze. can this be considered a rejection? technically you didn’t confess but you admitted your “former” feelings which he immediately denied as if he doesn’t want to have anything to do with them. in response you can only quickly down your glass, hoping that the alcohol would somehow help you. (does making you feel worse count as help?) 

he continues without any effort, simply just brushing off your admission from just now. “i get along well with topaz and veritas.” the truth.

your eyes that were on his once also glance down at the table as you bury your nails into the tablecloth. “that’s the truth.” you manage to choke out, there’s no way you’re going to start getting all emotional now and start sobbing and weeping, instead you take a deep breath before continuing. 

“although it sometimes gives the impression that you don't get along with either of them and the three of you are just acquainted with one another through work, they trust you a lot and also somewhat get along with you. for an example when topaz entrusted you with her cornerstone during your mission on penacony or as mentioned before when veritas gifted you the critters. he thought you’d take a liking to them. perhaps you’re not friends but at least reliable colleagues that trust each other.” you answer as you continue to dig your nails deeper into the piece of fabric.

“i should’ve known that this was too easy for you.” aventurine chuckles as he drinks the vodka out of the glass, not leaving a single drop behind. “okay, it’s your turn again.”

you can only hum in agreement before speaking up. “i have a high alcohol tolerance.” a lie, a big one at that.

a honeyed laugh meets your ears, the sound of sweet laughter makes you glance up again. aventurine’s laughing. how sweet, bittersweet even.

there were nights when you were curled up in your sheets, wishing that there was someone beside you and not just a cold and empty mattress; wishing that there was aventurine who was laying by your side as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears as one of his arms is draped around your torso, tracing shapes onto your soft skin and tickling you. you’d push him away and laugh at which he could also only laugh. 

laugh like this; laugh like right now.

the delicate and tender moments you yearn for more than anything else are like birds, as soon as you get close to them, they get scared, they flutter their wings and quickly fly away. before you’d ever have a chance with aventurine he’d always be out of your grasp - out of your reach. 

he’s free on his own, not bound to anything and anyone. not having someone to rely on and someone whom he always needs to worry about. someone who’d keep him caged like a bird with little and restricted or rather no freedom.

“why are you laughing?” you shoot him an offended glare as you part your lips at him, a small pout decorating your face. “why are you sulking?” he responds in a teasing tone, it’s supposed to be light hearted but there’s care that glimmers in his eyes. great, does he care about you now?

“i  am not sulking!” you huff as you try to hide your expression from him, putting your arms down the dining table and burying your head in between them. 

“oh you so are!” he laughs lightly.

“shut up ‘rine!” you groan from where you’re laying.

“fine, fine.” if you were to look up at him now, you’d see him admiring you and fondly smiling while looking at the back of your head.

“my answer is that that's a lie. a blatant massive lie! you have a low alcohol tolerance and are basically a lightweight. i mean just look at your face, your cheeks are flushed and so are your ears, they’re literally beet red.” he chuckles. 

you get up from your lying position and greet him with an annoyed look. quickly you grab your glass and gulp everything down to the last bit, eventually you wipe away the remnants that cling onto your skin with your arm before pouring yourself another drink and laying back down, so now you’re back to your previous position. 

“well, it’s my turn again. because i started off with an easy one, i’ll also end it with a simple and really easy one. i have a shopping addiction.” a lie.

“lie! you yell from your place. “what kind of lie is that even?” you complain to him. 

“i told you i’d end it with an easy one. but can you also tell me why it’s a lie?” he asks curiously.

“you’re not too fond of spending credits on materialistic stuff, you use them to help out people who are in need. despite your job.”  the last part was muffled and intended for yourself only but you should’ve known that aventurine would hear it. “what was that?” despite my job?” he asks in amusement. “just forget it!” you groan.

“anyway you do that or buy cute toys for your critters. You prefer to keep your friends close with words, gestures and actions, not money.” you whisper.

“jackpot.” aventurine chuckles before proceeding to drink the vodka in his shot glass. now what will you surprise him with next?

“i still love you.” the truth.

in the past minute you gathered together several questions, statements, personal experiences in your head only to splurt out with this? the boldness came from the vodka, at least that’s what you try to tell yourself nevertheless you’re sure of one thing: alcohol definitely wasn’t a good idea.

“bold as always.” aventurine chuckles amusedly. “the truth.” he hums before standing up from where he was currently sitting, moving towards your side of the table and standing in front of you. you’re dizzy - lightheaded, but you try to look up to where he’s standing, with much effort you move your head into his direction, still lying on the table though. although you feel dizzy you’re able to make out a faint smile on his rosy lips. 

he opens his arms before wrapping them around your body, just like how you always longed. it’s unfair. even though vodka reeks, he doesn’t smell like it at all, rather it’s still his signature scent, a somewhat fresh note mixed with something sweet, the scent that you like so much. “sorry for being an ass before.” he hums as he looks down at your temple and carefully brushes the hair which covers your face, away.

i love you too. he wants to say, but he can’t. aventurine still can’t come to terms with himself and his love towards you. he doesn’t know how to voice it out loud or show it through actions. three simple words that he can’t say together, fearing that they’d be too intimate and wouldn’t seem sincere, especially in this scenario. 

but in all honesty, you’ve probably already caught on. you’re smiling like a lovesick idiot when you stare at him, but who wouldn’t, when aventurine is looking at you with an expression that says more than “i love you” ever could. 

you knew instantly, he too, was guilty. guilty of loving you.

hey girly hold still!!!! this is uhm yeah dedicated to @azullumi i'm not writing you a sappy not until i get mine!! THAT DOESNT CONSISIT OF ONLY BLANING ME FOR MY TYPSOS also childe does no wrong. ajax, you the boy who fell into the abyss, later on known as the 11th harbinger tartaglia whom we met in liyue and called himself childe and then turned out to be apart of the fatui and we also later on meet in other nations, azul loves you a lot!!

© VYNICITY 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

[lilirari]

🫧 basically just going on different kinds of dates with lando <3

💌 lando norris x fem! reader (social media au)

💭 author's note : i loved making this fr !! i was going to include some writing parts but.. i kinda got lazy 🧍‍♀️ if you guys want the writing part though, i'll work on it and post it. the part two to this + oscar's version is also in the works !

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🧩 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ lego date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram lego date with the loml ! he gave me that bouquet of lego flowers in the morning 🥹🤍 last pic is him trying to find that one missing lego piece.

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landonorris pretty flowers for my pretty flower ♡

liked by yourinstagram

landonorris ok but did you take that piece 🤨

-> yourinstagram no oscar ate it

-> oscarpiastri i did what

-> landonorris oscar regurgitate my lego piece

-> oscarpiastri I DIDN'T EAT YOUR LEGO PIECE I WASN'T EVEN PRESENT DURING YOUR SILLY LITTLE DATE

charles_leclerc what a fun idea ! 🤍

carlossainz55 😍

lilymhe @/alex_albon where's my lego bouquet 😒

-> alex_albon you can make your own

-> lilymhe wtf

danielricciardo very cute

pierregasly je devrais en faire un pour kika 🥰

-> yourinstagram yes you should 🫡 she'd love it

oscarpiastri i'm surprised he has the attention span to build a whole lego bouquet

-> alex_albon right ???

-> landonorris STFU

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🎡 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ amusement park date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram third-wheeled my boyfriend and his boy space friend today. i would've included the video i took of lan screaming while we were on the rollercoaster but i'll have mercy on your ears for the time being 😞

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landonorris wdym boy space friend he's literally my boyfriend

-> yourinstagram ... wow ok didn't expect you to come out of the closet this soon 😦📸

-> landonorris sorry love, it's always been max 🫣🤞

-> maxfewtrell .. um yeah no y/n take him away i don't want him

landonorris baby, istg if you show anyone that video...

-> yourinstagram i promise i won't show it to anyone dw pookie 😘

lnfour 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri send me that video of lando

-> yourinstagram i already did

-> oscarpiastri nice

-> landonorris ???

-> landonorris whatever happened to 'i promise i won't show it to anyone' ?

-> yourinstagram ... oops 😅

-> landonorris 😃

riabish aww wish i could've joined you today ☹️

carmenmmundt the cutest couple ! ❤️

alex_albon i desperately need that video

-> yourinstagram sent 🫡

-> landonorris Y/N !!!!

-> yourinstagram oops i gtg🏃‍♀️

quadrant our parents ! (and max)

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🍣 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ sushi date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram hey guys i have some news... lando and i have recently separated ways because of the contrast in our interests. i wish him nothing but the worst and i hope all his christmas gifts will be fish related xx

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landonorris STOP

landonorris all this because i won't eat sushi for you..

-> yourinstagram if you won't eat sushi for me i don't want you get away !!

-> landonorris ... if i eat One (1) sushi for you will you stop this madness

-> yourinstagram maybe.. maybe not ☺️

-> landonorris baby give me a definite answer

-> yourinstagram ok ok i'll stop if you eat one

-> landonorris .. fine i'm doing this only for you

-> yourinstagram hehe i love u

landonorris guys we're still together don't worry she's just spreading fake news like a LIAR

-> yourinstagram girl spelt backwards it's liar 🤭

carlossainz55 sushi... war flashbacks

-> yourinstagram CARLOS HELDPDHSHDHDH

-> yourinstagram " iT's nEaR a fiSh "

-> yourinstagram i got him to eat an actual sushi though i won

-> carlossainz55 damn you did the impossible it must be true love

yukitsunoda0511 please get back together i'll make fishless sushi for you lando please just get back with y/n 😭

-> yourinstagram OH YUKI NO WE DIDN'T ACTUALLY BROKE UP DON'T WORRY 🥹

-> yukitsunoda0511 oh ok that's good.. please don't worry me like this again

-> yourinstagram yessir i'm sorry 😞🫡

pierregasly not the two of you worrying yuki.. it's on sight 🔫

-> yourinstagram i'm not scared of a hon hon hon baguette frenchie

-> landonorris yeah what she said go water your baguettes or sumn pierre

-> pierregasly i take pride in being a french man you guys are just haters 😒

-> yourinstagram that we are 🫶

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⛳ 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ golf date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram once a third wheel, always a third wheel. i need someone to look at me the way carlos looks at my boyfriend 😞

ps the staff handed me that merc golf ball since they're sponsoring this golf course @/mclaren i promise i'm still loyal to you guys

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landonorris i already look at you the way carlos looks at me 😞

landonorris baby i love you but was it really necessary to post that picture in the sixth slide 🥲

-> yourinstagram yes it was !! it's like a preview of spiderlando

-> landonorris you and your love for spider-man.. should we dress up as peter and gwen/mj the next halloween ?

-> yourinstagram OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK !! a thousand times yes 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri the replies under lando's comment got me thinking y'all were getting married 🧍

-> yourinstagram i mean that'd be my reaction if he proposed to me anyways

-> landonorris marriage proposal coming up in a few years 😁

carlossainz55 i need someone to look at me the way i look at lando 😭

alex_albon what is he doing in that sixth slide...

-> landonorris that's how pro golfers play, you rookie

mercedesamgf1 you got great choice in golf courses and golf balls, y/n 🤭

mclaren please take y/n to a mclaren sponsored golf course next time @/landonorris ☺️

-> landonorris you got it boss

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🧸 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ babysitting date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram babysitting my nephew and little mila with uncle la-la ! feat baby lan (even after all these years, nothing's changed 🥹)

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yourinstagram baby fever went off the charts today

-> danielricciardo when are you and lando going to have a baby 😁

-> landonorris we can make one now if you want, y/n 😏

-> yourinstagram LANDO !! 😭😭 but yeah i can't wait to get married and have children soon...

-> landonorris you'd be the bestest mum 🫶

-> danielricciardo can i be the cool uncle

-> yourinstagram ofc danny no one's as cool as you !!

-> danielricciardo great 😁😁

landonorris i'm the best babysitter in the world

landonorris where did you find that baby picture of me

-> yourinstagram your mum sent it to me 🥹 you were so cute back then

-> landonorris am i not cute now

-> yourinstagram no 🤍

-> landonorris i hate u

-> yourinstagram love u too xx

savnorris thanks for babysitting mila today ! she loves you both so much ! 🫶 (auntie y/n a little bit more 🤭)

-> yourinstagram aww, no need savvy !! i had so much fun babysitting mila she's the cutest :( please call me the next time you need a babysitter i genuinely love spending time with her <3

-> yourinstagram also in your face @/landonorris mila loves me more than u 😝

-> landonorris ... mila how could you betray your uncle la-la 🤭😞

alexandrasaintmleux the matching shoes ☹️❤️

yoursister life savers !! thanks for babysitting kai on such a short notice, sis & lando ! 🤍

-> landonorris anytime (soon to be) sister in law 🫡

oscarpiastri can lily and i babysit them with you guys the next time

-> yourinstagram ofc pastry <3

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🛏️ 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ nap date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram and it's all too much for little lando norris.

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landonorris my girlfriend's hotter than all of you

-> yourinstagram my boyfriend's hotter than all of you

landonorris why do you have so many pictures of me sleeping..

-> yourinstagram because you're always falling asleep everywhere

-> landonorris fair point

landonorris come back to bed i wanna cuddle you

-> yourinstagram coming !! 🏃‍♀️

carlossainz55 😴❤️

charles_leclerc silly lando 😆

alex_albon is he really sleeping on the floor 😭

danielricciardo wake up babe new lando sleeping content just dropped

maxfewtrell god he's such a simp for you

oscarpiastri saving these for future purposes (blackmail)

-> landonorris wtf man

mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡

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© LILIRARI, 2023 ★

[leighsartworks216]

Kitty Cards

Sylus x gn!Reader

I will never ever win a game against this man istg

Warnings: losing, frustration

Word Count: 925

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You swear he’s cheating. He has to be. There’s no way he just happened to draw three 6-point kitty cards to start with.

You look down at your own hand. Ah, yes, what a fine selection of ones and twos. None of the colors even match the cups!

“Sweetie, if you glare any harder, the kitties will jump out of the cards and run away.”

You turn your glare on Sylus. He’s sitting casually in the cafe chair, as relaxed as if he were back home. And that stupid smug smile! Ugh, it infuriated you to no end.

“Honestly, why do I keep inviting you to play if I’m just gonna keep losing,” you groan. You draw another card. Wow. A three. With no color matching cup. Fantastic. You sigh.

He chuckles and plays a card, doubling his 5 points to 10. At this point, it’s just sad. You’ve got 3 points to your name and he has 30-something at least. Maybe playing with him wouldn’t be so bad if you were anywhere close in scores, if he had 23 and you had 22. Enough to feel like it’s anyone’s game and not decided before you’ve even shuffled the deck.

Or maybe that would make it worse.

You play your 3-point card to keep him from getting the last cup. He lays his cards on the table, face down.

“Relax, sweetie. I’ve had plenty of practice in games with much higher stakes.”

“How many 6-point cards do you have right now?” you demand.

He smirks as he lifts up the edges to check. You know he remembers. The salt is ground ever deeper into your wounds. “None.”

“Mhm. And 5-point cards?”

“None.”

You frown, seemingly even more frustrated now that you know he just got lucky. “Well, what do you have?”

He fans the cards out for you to see, long fingers holding them apart.

All ones.

He chuckles again as you huff and snatch them from his hand to pile on the deck. You don’t look up at him as you shuffle repeatedly. He flags down a waiter who replaces the cups with new ones with staggering efficiency. You cut the deck no less than 3 times, to ensure complete randomness, and place them back in the center. He goes to draw a card, but you’re setting it in front of him before he can.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” he muses, picking up his two cards.

You ignore him, looking from your hand to the cups. You have an advantage by starting with three cards, but he could have the better hand regardless. The game really begins when he makes his move.

It’s not even 5 minutes later that your head is down on the table.

“I’m never gonna beat you, am I?” you mutter, not even caring if he does or doesn’t hear you.

He hums, quietly gathering your cards and organizing the deck. He sets it back in the center of the array without shuffling. “Don’t worry, you can practice with the twins.”

You laugh dryly. “They cheat like it’s the objective of the game.”

“All the better to practice against them.”

You don’t answer. Sylus drains the last dredges of his coffee. Your drink hasn’t been touched since the first round, two games ago.

As amusing as your pity-party is normally, he knows the failure runs a little deeper today. Usually, you sigh and moan and whine, but it only spurs you on to try harder next time. He’d never thought he’d see the day you succumb to defeat.

He sighs and stands up. “Wait here, kitten.”

You lift your head up. There’s a red mark on your forehead from where it rested on the table. “Why? Where are you going?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiles as he hands you his card. “Get a new drink and something sweet, kitten. I won’t be long.”

You glower at the card in his hand, but take it anyway. You don’t watch him as he leaves.

-

When he comes back, the table has been cleared of cards and empty cups. A half-eaten slice of cake has been pushed to his side of the table. He wonders if you wanted to share with him, or if you feel too bad to indulge.

You’re taking a sip of your drink when something is set on the table in front of you. Sylus sits back down and picks up the fork on the plate.

You blink, because surely you’ve fallen asleep in the cafe and this is just a dream. But the big, full eyes of the crow plushie continue to stare back at you. You look up at Sylus for answers.

“I’m not heartless, kitten. Even I can only bear to see you sad for so long.” He cuts a bite off the cake with the side of the fork. “It loses its fun if you’re really upset.”

You flush, from embarrassment or from watching him eat off the same fork you’d used when a clean one sat next to him on a napkin. Maybe both. You set your drink down and grab the plushie.

Its ruffle is a bit uneven, so you idly adjust it so it sits better. The fabric of its body is soft. You boop its little beak.

You look back up at Sylus. He still has his eyes on you, like he’s still not sure if you like his little gift. You smile and hug it to your chest. “Thank you.”

He grins in return. “You’re welcome, sweetie.”

[rxzennia]

domestic headcanons

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 ambiguous relationship (oh my god they were roommates); living together; word vomit; incoherent scenarios; ooc aven probably. i offered my exp mats to gepard instead and now i have to grind traces all over again, maybe i should build clara while i’m at it (losing this particular 50/50 has driven me insane istg)

after aventurine’s endless pestering, you finally agree to move in with him. he’s got a whole block all to himself, so what’s you temporarily claiming a room going to change?

the moment you agree, and by that i mean the very second you agree, he’s going to arrange for people to move your stuff

you just need to move yourself over

he’s not going to let you do any hard labor, that’s what the grunts are for

it’s so quick? like, it only took the morning to have everything packed, moved, and unpacked

when you get to your desk the first thing you do is clutter it up

but there’s so much space? 

you just can’t stack your stuff enough so that it’s snug the way you like 

you try, but all you’ve managed to do is make a paper fortress on one side of your desk

why do the senior managers have so much space?

but you soon realize you didn’t really need to finish building your wall of documents

because your boss sits on your desk whenever he fancies annoying you

so there’s your clutter for the other side

though you still leave a few of your spare scarves there just so it’s not completely empty

a little out of place, but you have nothing else bulky enough

it’s okay, that corner of your desk is often occupied by a certain someone anyway

surprisingly, living with aventurine isn’t unpleasant at all. maybe it’s because you’re almost always within reach now, he’s started bothering you less – instead, he’ll do his work in your office. he has a perfectly good office of his own (arguably comfier too), but he insists on sitting next to you.

frankly, you are tempted to kick him out, but this is his place. you shouldn’t try to kick out your host landlord. and it’s not like he’s actively preventing you from concentrating. you usually leave him be, but you might’ve accidentally gotten used to it – when he’s not around, you feel like something’s missing. just a little bit, though.

he can and will always poke his head over to see what you’re working on

“arranging your meetings, go away.” you push his face back towards his laptop

“hey, leave 6pm to 8pm free!” he whines, as always, he’s trying to get a dinner date(?) with you

“no can do, you’re having dinner with mr diamond.”

he will throw a hissy fit

“why must it always be meal times? i want to eat with you!”

will complain and complain and complain even if you ignore him

you give him a flat “i will be present as well.” 

you’re so bloody infuriating

he stares at you for a whole minute. and then he closes his laptop

you look at him. what is he trying to do now?

“not what i meant.” he gently whacks you over the head with the device, “you and i. dinner. alone. get it?”

normally you stand your ground and make him go through with these meetings

but sometimes you cave and indulge him

this is one of those times

“fine, i’ll push back your meeting with the media department tomorrow.”

you see literal flowers around him as he gets his way

well, not exactly his way, because if he had his way he would be free today

a compromise for tomorrow is good enough, he supposes

he will bring you out to lunch and dinner every day if he could

if only you’d stop telling him you technically don’t need to eat and just go along with it

and if only you’d stop scheduling every. single. important. meeting. during. meal. times.

still, he finds it amusing to read your face whenever you’re in those meetings with him

the only good thing about them, really

because you will have the tiniest furrow in your eyebrows when you eat something you don’t like

and it’ll last until the taste goes away (which is usually the entire meeting)

or you’ll have the most serene expression ever (though it’s more neutral than anything, really) when you find something you like

loves it when you try to not make it obvious that you like a particular dish because you’re not discreet at all

that is all you will eat for the rest of the meeting

you are given your own room, but more often than not you find yourself in aventurine’s room at night.

mostly because he drags you away from your desk – no, scrap that, it’s only because he drags you away from your desk. otherwise you would’ve kept working. or maybe gone and did some combat training. or anything but sleep, really.

you soon realize he likes cuddling you when he sleeps

this is something you’ll never deny him if he asks

in fact, he doesn’t even need to ask nowadays

you show up in his room everyday at around the same time

if he wants a nap in the middle of the day, you’ll also be there

you notice how much more quality rest he gets when you’re by his side

and how much less nightmares bothered him compared to before

(maybe you should try casual sleeping, too?)

whenever you try to slip out of his death grip to get some documents, or to use the bathroom, or for water, he will quietly ask you where you’re going

in a very, very slurred, sleepy way

you will try to explain, and all he’ll tell you as you wrench yourself out of his arms is a quiet “stay”

how are you supposed to go if he says that while letting you go?

good luck if you’re hoping to use the bathroom, most likely you’ll have to hold it in

otherwise, if you need anything else, your scarf-serpent can get it for you

although one time it returned with your documents in its mouth and drool all over it

then you had a rigorous session trying to teach them how to coil around things to pick them up

more like you had to learn, since they’re somewhat sentient extensions of you

on the off chance that you’ll be out for the night, you’ll leave your favorite scarf with him

it’s not as comforting as your person, but it does smell like you and feel like you

he’ll take it as a placeholder until you’re back :(

aventurine hates it when you’re out of office. whether it is to represent him, or to discuss matters with clients before you pass it onto him, he hates it when he’s alone at home.

odd, because he was so used to being on his own, and he was so certain he was going to be alone for the rest of his life.

this man will sit in your office regardless of your presence

your spare scarves keep him company

imagine his surprise when a bunch of faceless noodles slither onto him

he makes the connection very quickly

did not expect that every one of your scarves are mini leviathans

he thought there was only a few, and they move between scarves

a welcome surprise because he knows these huge little guys are friendly

those are the same guys that swallow monsters, so they’re actually not very friendly

but they’re friendly to him because they’re you

one of them will coil into a pile on his lap and rest its head on his thigh

and the others will be all around him

will slobber over him 100%

he will try to pet them, and will realize that they’re really affectionate with him

they will try to eat his hands

but, like, in a not alarming way

hold his hand in their maws but will not bite. only drool

when he pats the one who has his hand, it’ll let go

literally “that’s a weird looking dog” but there's more than ten of them

when you return from your errands, the first thing you see is aventurine dragging a bunch of your snakes along with him as he practically runs to greet you.

you wrap your arms around him as he jumps towards you, and you give him a few spins before setting him down again. 

then you lower your scarf

you’re comfortable enough with him to not cover yourself up anymore

oh how he loves seeing your face, aeons, you have no idea

“guys.” you snap your fingers, and the creatures collapse back into inanimate fabric

you catch all of them, of course, then you open one arm for your boss

the best part (real) 

he snuggles up against your side naturally

you lift him up easily even though both your hands are busy

he’s practically sitting on your forearm as you walk around the house

princess treatment

you’ll cuddle with him properly once you drop off your stuff

“ten minutes,” you tell him, “then i’ll have to get back to work.”

he will throw another hissy fit, like, “why are you busier than i am? i’m the boss!”

you pinch his nose and go: “exactly, mr aventurine” 

instantly droops like a kicked puppy

he doesn’t even try to hide it

absolutely hates it when you’re formal with him in private even if you’re joking

feels like you’re back to square one all over again

“don’t call me that,” aventurine groans as he grabs your hair and tug at it like a toddler.

you glance at him. “displeased?” 

“of course!” he tries to shake your head violently, but damn you and your stupid strength. “what happened to aven?”

you don’t respond 

you’re busy tossing everything onto your chair and praying nothing falls off

he moves on to slapping your face lightly

“hey, hey!” as his hands smack and grab everything that’s touchable on your head

surprisingly, you let him

he might also pull on your scarf

and after a while, he’ll resort to rubbing his cheek against yours

“are you ignoring me…?”

you sit down on the couch and set aventurine in your lap. “impatient, are we?”

“can’t help it,” he doesn’t hesitate to bury himself into your embrace. “i hate when i’m alone…”

“aven…” you pat his back, knowing full well you’re falling for his tricks again. “there, there. should i just call it a day?”

“you would?” he asks, like a child receiving a gift for the first time, “really?”

“really.” you sigh as he tugs you down into spooning him, and you watch him tangle his limbs with yours.

eventually, you pull him closer to you. jeez, there’s just no way you can win against him, is there?

[nina-ya]

NINAAAAAAAA!!! MAY I REQUEST: " i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile" FROM THIS PROMPT LIST PLS WITH LAW OR POST TIMESKIP ZORO (istg he stopped smiling as widely as he did b4)

A/N: HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU MY LOVE I do hope it's a great one I love you dearly!! Pairing: Law x Reader CW: None, fluff WC: ~800

It was during these quiet moments that you often found yourself drawn to Law. You found yourself leaning against the railing, your eyes following the sun’s descent as it slowly gets swallowed by the ocean while painting the sky in hues of fiery oranges and yellows. Law stood beside you, leaning against the railings of the Polar Tang, the breeze subtly ruffling the tufts of raven hair that poked out from beneath his spotted hat.

Law wasn’t always so serious. A playful glint in his eyes often revealed itself when he was being particularly mischievous. He wore that smirk more often than not, his humor sharp and always ready with a quick and witty counter during moments of chaos- whether that be in battle or in more lively moments on the submarine. But a soft, genuine smile, the kind born from hours of shared laughter or the quiet contentment of being in the presence of someone that you love, those were the smiles that you rarely saw. The ones that you wish to see more of and the ones you were determined to pull out of him.

You turned to him, drawn to the way his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. His lips flushed and slightly chapped from the sea breeze, were set in a contemplative thin line, hinting at the thoughts that ran through that mind of his.

“A penny for your thoughts?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence, your voice carrying a subtle playfulness as you turned your body towards him.

Law glanced at you, that usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he replied in a teasing tone, “That’s all they’re worth?” 

You raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge underlying your features. You brushed off his last comment and jumped right to the point. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile. Like really smile. Not just those little smirks you give when you’re being cheeky.”

His gaze shifted, easing into something more introspective. It was almost as if he was carefully considering your words. The longer he stood there in thought, the more his facade cracked, and you could see something beneath all of that outer shell.

“Maybe I just need the right motivation,” he murmured, amusement laced in his tone as he shifted, turning to face you more fully.

You decided to take matters into your own hands and you reached out and gently poked the side of his torso, testing the waters. At first, his brows furrowed in confusion as he merely shot you a skeptical look, but as your fingers continued and danced along his torso, his lips twitched, and he let out a few huffs of laughter despite himself. 

“Stop that,” Law protested, taking a step backward to escape your assault, yet you stepped right forward and continued, each poke sending ripples of laughter through him until he finally broke, the sound of his snickering filling the air.

You grinned in triumph, your laughter filling the air alongside his. It wasn’t long before Law had to physically restrain you, capturing your wrists in his larger, inked hands to halt your tickling. As you looked up at him, it occurred to you how unusual it was that he had resorted to physically holding you back rather than using his devil fruit abilities. Law had the power to simply teleport either of you away from the other, to escape the situation with the twist of his fingers and the incantation of the word “shambles”. Yet, here he was, gripping your wrists and laughing, his touch unexpectedly tender. It was an odd choice that hinted at something more than what’s on the surface—perhaps a desire to remain connected to you, to experience this moment fully with you rather than having it slip away. The two of you paused, breathless and heaving, the proximity leaving you two staring into each other’s eyes, smiles born from laughter lingering on your faces. 

“There it is,” you said softly, breaking the silence. The satisfaction of seeing him smile with such a rare and genuine expression was something unlike any other and you attempted to commit the sight to memory, afraid that it would be lost just as soon as it appeared.

Law’s grip on your wrists relaxed, and he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “You something else,” he said, the tone of voice and his words making it seem like the words were more of an admittance of something he had felt for a while but couldn’t quite articulate properly. 

Whatever it was, whatever unspoken words remained, it created layers upon layers of complexity that you wish to peel one by one as the days passed. For now, the tension was masked by the warmth of your smiles, and the silence filled with an intimacy that spoke louder than words could ever convey.

[syeren]

“How they would comfort you” — JJK MEN HEADCANNONS.

GENRE: Fluff, mix of comedic comfort, overall comforting auras <3

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GOJO

gojo is so unserious please

if we’re talking about teenage!gojo, good luck.

atp you gotta help yourself with your own comfort because HE would do anything and everything to make you one of two things:

angry or trying to be angry at him but end up laughing

“Please?”

“No.”

“C’mooon—“

“I said no.”

Gojo lets out a huff in annoyance, mimicking the same movement as a child as he juts out his lower lip. “You’re no fun.”

You gave him a look, a look of pure disbelief and awe as your own boyfriend was throwing a tantrum. During your shift at work, it was obviously not the best. With customers blazing in with drink orders that stacked to the bottom of the sticker, spill-mishaps, and that bitchy manager of yours… You opted to vent to Gojo in hopes to ease your mind. Well… You had hope, atleast.

“I’m literally having the shittiest day and you—“

He cut you off, widening his eyes largely while staring into the depths of your soul. You had stopped talking as you also stared him down, not wanting to back off from the silent fight of eye contact. Copying him, you too enlarged your eyes with tears threatening to prick themselves close.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, still holding the eye contact. Without blinking, Gojo responded back in a monotonous manner.

“Looking.”

“For what?”

“I dunno.”

“You’re hopeless.”

The fight continued on, seconds passing as both of your eyes reddened from the lack of moisture. The air felt chillier, and any gust of air that passed both of your pupils would be deadly to this competition. You swore silently you wouldn’t lose this battle, and intensified your gaze with your eyebrows furrowed. Upon doing that, however, the sight of Gojo’s unblinking eyes and silent tears rolling down his cheeks was definitely a sight to see. You stifled a laugh, not wanting to ruin your opportunity to win until you let it out. Your shoulders shook as you giggled loudly within the bedroom, wiping the tears away as Gojo returned the same enthusiasm.

“W-Why the… Just why?” You asked, still heavily confused about the whole eye contact competition, but finding it ultimately amusing. You calmed yourself down, letting out the occasional breathless chuckle.

“I would rather you let out happy tears than sad ones. So, turns out I won anyway.”

“Fuck you.”

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NANAMI

the BEST comforter, hands down

tbh i’ll say this honestly rn,,, i wasn’t a big nanami fan previously but even i would tell this man would be sooooo great at making you feel better

puts YOU firsthand, no objections

if you end up objecting tho, then he will take matters into his own hands

“I can take care of myself, y’know?” you stated firmly, trying to push off Nanami’s strong grasp around your arms. The man in question simply heard you cough once, and deemed it as a sign of you getting sick.

He let out a gruff sigh, not responding to you with words but through his actions, hoisting you up easily by your thighs and carrying you to his king-sized bed.

“One cough and you think this is the end of the world!”

“That one cough can end up making you think that the world is ending for you,” he retorted back, placing his hands on his hips as he finally situated you onto his bed; the plush duvet covers instantly swallowing you whole.

“You always think you can handle yourself,” he continued, pulling the duvet covers up and gently lifting your head from the pillow, fluffing it up a bit before placing you back down. “If you really want to try and take care of yourself, I will not dismiss that… However…”

He crouched down beside the bed, balancing on his haunches as he smiled softly at your tired expression.

“… At least let me aid you a tiny bit, love.”

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MEGUMI

this hoe istg

hoe in a loving way by the way, pls don’t track me down

BUT! since this boy is SO nonchalant and passive, however he has that certain side to him that makes him so welcoming and warm. it’s charming, to say the least.

it’s like he knows you and your quirks so well that you didn’t even notice them at first

You and Megumi were walking hand in hand down the busy street of Tokyo, Harajuku, in hopes of finding the cute café you were eyeing a couple weeks back. You were astounded, of course, but Megumi was getting a little antsy of not being able to locate the café you had your sights upon.

“We’ve been walking for ages,” he sighed, matching his pace beside you through the busy streets. You gave him a look before flipping your attention back to the map on your phone, staring hard at the complicated details provided.

“No wait— Ahh! Maybe we take a left over here?” you said, turning abruptly which caused Megumi to be swallowed by the crowd. You whiplashed your head to the side to locate him, but to no avail, he was gone from your side.

A slight rise of anxiety started to bubble up in your chest until warm, slender fingers laced around your own. Peering up, you saw your boyfriend instantly by your side once more, leading you through the crowd wordlessly. Never once did he loosen his grip, it was firm and gentle. A tiny squeeze of his hand alerted you to look at him again, to which a little smile was plastered on his face.

“Hurry up. I found the café you were trying to find.”

You didn’t notice the same café’s address was in his phone’s search bar, though.

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YUJI

LORDDDDDDD

golden retriever boyfriend right here

so undeniably understanding and prioritizing to your needs, no wonder he looks up to nanami a lot

i feel like he’d be the type of boyfriend who would go through a spontaneous, yet step-by-step routine to pamper you

You were over at Yuji’s house, unwinding and relaxing while playing on his PC. Well, trying to unwind and relax, but the stupid game you wanted to try out wasn’t going so well.

“Fuck!” you screamed out, running your fingers through your hair and tugging at your scalp. “I got the same character pull again!”

Yuji peeked over at the screen, apparently this game had a gacha system implemented in it. Certain number of pulls have a higher chance of a guaranteed character, but you weren’t so lucky.

“There’s no hope…” You groaned out, slumping back in your chair as Yuji inches closer to the screen. He eyes the character displayed on it, annoyingly mocking your very state.

“Can I try?” he asks with a wide, toothy smile.

You huffed out a sigh, glancing over back to the screen briefly before back at him. “I only have like… One pull left, but knock yourself out.”

He excitedly moves his body closer, instantly clicking on the character banner you were trying to get and watched the pretty hues of blues and yellows swirl around. Tiny sparkles littered the blackened screen, before—

“Is this a good character?”

Huh? You adjusted your torso once more and sat up to look at the screen to see the desired game character you’ve been wanting to get. This entire time, now gotten from the lucky hands of Yuji.

“Huh?!” you exclaimed loudly, eyes wide at the sight before you. There was no way that he pulled the character you were ogling over— One you spent your hard earned in-game currency on as well as losing every single time.

“I’m guessing he’s good! Judging that reaction of yours—“

“Fuck off,” you said with a distasteful tone, but a wide smile playing on your lips.

________

an; so basic but so cute 🫶

[prodbymaui]

Burberry — 정재현.

I see you wearing burberry, my favorite brand

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE: father's best friend

WC: 3k+ words

WARNINGS: age gap, infidelity, explicit content, mentions of saliva, cum eating, oral sex, reader's a vixen istg, unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump!)

SYNOPSIS: Your father was happy to have you agreeing on paying a visit to the Jung manor, specifically to your future fiancé Jung Sungchan. What he didn't know was you travelled to meet a different Jung. At least he resembles Sungchan a lot, no?

A/N: dilf jaehyun? ceo jaehyun? why not dilf ceo jaehyun fucking you against his expensive table?

NOW PLAYING... MONROE BY TAEYONG !

Nonchalant munches of greens from your lunch echoes the quiet dining. Despite uncaring of what's happening around you, the stares coming from your father bothers you more than you want to admit.

Your fork clashes the plate. ''Okay, what is it?''

Clearing his throat, Seojin sits up, prim and proper. ''Why don't you go and pay Sungchan a visit today? At the Jung Manor. It'll only be appropriate for you to develop a bond with him as your engagement nears.''

Ah, of course. Back at it again with that 'get close with Sungchan, you'll need that once you finally get married to him' bullshit. Your father is a man of many things and letting you make your own decisions is not one of them.

Scoffing, you mumble under your breath about how he never allowed you to have a boyfriend yet here he is forcing you to marry someone you can consider as a stranger if it's not for knowing his name and his basic informations.

Knowing well that any objection will earn you a month of being grounded, you reply with a sigh. ''I'll go now then, better spending it with the love of my life instead of wasting it doing nothing.''

Feeling as if you would die if you spend any second more in the dining, you pat down the napkin against your lips. Bidding him a goodbye-- the voices in your head lets out a vomiting sound, not fond of acting sweetly to your father.

Your heels clacks the tiled floors, an oversized white chanel sunglasses covers your eyes.

''Jaehyun will be there to confirm your presence.'' His voice lace with sternness. Almost giggling at his words, a smile of mischievousness appears when you turn your back on him.

Oh, Seojin bets his best friend acknowledges his daughter's visit.

A cheerful chatter distracts Jaehyun from the work he is currently doing, the voices sounds too familiar and one of them stirs curiosity inside him. It isn't long before the door of his office opens just as he expects, revealing you clad in your all pastel pink outfit that consists of a bralette, a-line skirt, knee-high socks and mary jane pumps. All those topped with an oversized pink fur coat from burberry.

The man pays no mind, fingers continuously signing the stack of papers in front of him, not even giving you a single glance. You chuckle. This sight isn't new to you, acting as if he isn't affected by your presence, ignoring you as if he wouldn't sock anyone's jaw if he sees them looking at your way. Jaehyun likes playing the strong, conscious clear man.

But certainly, out of people, you know that this act doesn't even last long. Disappearing just as quickly as they came. A brush of your hand against the skin of his thigh is all it takes for Jung Jaehyun to crack, so you did just that.

The sheep stops pretending to be a wolf, crumbling into pieces the moment you settle yourself on top of him, the warmth of your clothed core pressed right directly to the area beneath his belt. A subtly sound of thud pricks your ear, that must be his pen. Sooner, Jaehyun's palms are already snaking their way up to the flimsy piece of fabric that is hiding underneath your fabric.

A smile of amusement and satisfaction shows itself on your face. Jaehyun had never been good at keeping up his facade, pretending to dislike all the things you do to him only to end up drooling in greed the moment you let him touch you the slightest. You figured out the older man much earlier than he expected. He pushed and pushed you away with his so called determination, so fabricated that it was too late before he realized he had you spread out on his bed, pussy dripping in wetness as you beg him to fuck you with his big cock.

''Seojin texted me,'' What a sentence to greet you. If you are to be asked, you'd prefer not mentioning your father right now. Spreading your hands on his chest, you beam at the firmness, licking your lips as you lean to his neck, nosing and inhaling his scent. ''Thought you were here for my oldest son.''

Shaking your head and rumbling a no, you nip the pale skin lightly, closing your eyes when his hands reaches the cheeks of your ass to squeeze, parting them which sends you shivering in his arms as the cool air coming from the AC pans your wet panties. The build up of tension feels like killing you-- You came here for a good fuck and not to be coddled like a newborn baby. Jaehyun knows that well.

You also had learned, over the course of years fucking up your dad's best friend, that Jaehyun gets off of torturing you. Men like he is, they love to parade their power over people, letting them know they are capable of making them feel things only they, themselves, can reprimand. Too bad for him, you've studied Jaehyun enough to realize you hold the same exact power over him as well. You brings out the vulnerable in him just as he knows which buttons to press to weaken you.

Leaning back on his chair, arms on either side with his legs wide open, radiating such dominating aura. Jaehyun rakes his eyes to drink your appearance in, biting his lips as he takes off your sunglasses. ''Dance for me, darling.''

Holding on to his broad shoulders, your hips sways in an enticing way, fingers going through your strands as you hold them up to reveal your neck, inviting him to dig in. If Jaehyun did an attempt of hiding his hunger for you, he's surely bad at it.

Smirking, you place your hand behind you, the chair is close enough for you to settle your arms on Jaehyun's oakwood table. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, the bump in his pants comes in contact with your clit through the fabric as you grind forward, hard nipples evident on the bralette.

Presenting yourself fully in front of him, Jaehyun's definite that you're one hell of a devil. A vixen sent to tempt him, seduce him and lure him to a one-way ticket to hell. One would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to Seojin like his best friend was to him. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?

You get off of his lap, standing in front of him as you move slowly, waving to the sensual music only the two of you can hear. Turning your back against him, your lace panties peek after the hem of your skirt, if Jaehyun tilt his head a bit, he would see the full view of the white delicate fabric barely covering your ass.

The fur coat pools around your feet as you brush it off your shoulders slowly, Jaehyun crosses his legs, eyes burning holes to your dancing figure. The older man curses when your bralette comes next, throwing it somewhere far where can only be found if one searches. As you bend over his table, presenting your ass to him-- Jaehyun decides it'll be the last straw. His grip goes from the flesh of his thighs to the curves of your waist, shoving you to his table with crotch pressing against the crack of your ass cheeks.

You'd die if you don't get that dick inside any of your hole now, so you waste no time grinding on him, moaning wantonly like those porn stars that teenagers loves to jack off. Jaehyun lets out profanities. The walls aren't too thick as they look, he hopes covering your mouth tightly will send a signal, or a warning. Whatever way it is that you decode his message.

He makes you face him before he shoves his tongue inside you, licking across every surface, devouring every piece of you. The act receives a gasp from you, arms circling around his neck while trying to keep up with his pace. One of your breasts gets cage by his hand, fondling them as his lips travels to the hardened nipple, biting them a little before licking the sting away.

The lids of your eyes becomes heavy, mouth opening to catch breathes you couldn't do within your nose due to an overwhelming build up of tension. His head remains locked inside your embrace as you arch your back, a hand in his hair didn't know whether to pull away or push him impossibly closer to you.

A yelp escapes your lips when you're, so suddenly, on your knees. Jaehyuns stands before you like a God-- large, domineering, and powerful in all sorts of matter. You're just there, at his mercy with your teary eyes and hands properly on your thighs, waiting for him to instruct you like a puppy. The slender fingers fumbles through his belt and sooner, the length and girth above average is already in front of you. A tug from your hair pulls you out of your trance, meeting Jaehyun's sharp and questioning glare when you look up.

''Suck.'' If your father gets the chance of seeing this, it'll be unbelievable for his eyes. He won't be able to fathom the idea that only a word from his best friend would have you scrambling obediently.

Ever so cruel Jung Jaehyun didn't even offer the slightest bit of signals nor gestures, tugging your head backwards as he shoves his thick cock in your mouth. Thank heavens you've lost your gag reflex a long time ago, courtesy of endless practice, because if not-- both of you would be grimacing at the sight of vomit on the floor.

Jaehyun moves inside your throat like it's your pussy he's fucking, indifferent to the slight pain he's inflicting to you, pricking tears in your eyes. He pays no mind to the struggle on your face, the tears running down that pretty features, honestly it even makes him harder if possible. There are codes and specific actions you both had agreed on so it doesn't worry Jaehyun to be harsh on you. The man knows when to stop. The man knows your insides are screaming in glee.

His eyebrows quirks upwards as one of your hand disappears from his vision, the difficulty is soon replace with pleasure, and he doesn't have to be a genius to find out what goes on. Scoffing mockingly, his grasp tightens, your cheeks coming in contact with the skin of his pelvis area. Muffled sound of surprise vibrates on Jaehyun's cock when he forces a foot between your legs, placing it just right where your soaking wet core sits. Embarrassment fills you, blood flushing your cheeks as you desperately moves against the older's leg, eyelids flickering to the new found pleasure.

Bobbing your head in a way of thanking him, Jaehyun hums in satisfactory, hips meeting your head harshly. The more thrusts he does, the deeper he gets in the back of your throat. The fabric of Jaehyun's black pants darkens at an area, your jaw goes slack as you caress his balls, earning a groan from him that ensures you're doing well. Well enough for him to come down your throat without much of an effort on your end.

Jaehyun pulls you up, sprawling you out on his table. If someone questions the name of his dinner, your name would be the one to be oozing out of his lips. Gasp leaves your lips when the ripping sound pierces your ear drums, eyes widening. Jaehyun is nonchalant to your reaction. He only digs in like a starved man, hot tongue diving in your velvet walls while his hands keeps your legs firmly open.

The pink muscle explores the insides of your core more than it did in your mouth, slurping sounds echoing the four walls of the office. You'd be lying if you deny that your horniness levels up. Jaehyun plunges two fingers without a warning, lips encircling your clit next as he sucks on the bud while searching for the spongey spot that irks you a feeling of euphoria.

Today must be your lucky day. It isn't usual for Jaehyun to be this eager, treating you like an antique vase that got passed down from generations to generations. However, none of those manners shows themselves. It seems like Jaehyun now wants to break the glass vase into pieces, crushing it with his hands until there's nothing left but shards that looks like ashes.

''Jae-- fuck!'' Your head thrashes, hands reaching for air before landing on the edges of his table, gripping them as you hold on to the last bits of your sanity. Hips jerking upwards feverishly, making a mess on Jaehyun's vogue magazine worthy face. It must be the desperation or the friction you've been receiving since earlier that causes you to finally let go, enabling the older man to have a taste of your sweet juices. Jaehyun is once again humming in satisfaction.

But it's not yet enough, no. He won't be sated, not until he finishes with your pulsating pussy stimulating his release. That intense work outs pays off as Jaehyun transfers you to his window, face greeting the glass in a harsh press. His eyes darkens when he sees your expression. Did you just fucking smile?

A slut, that's what you are.

The clutches of his hand stays on the back of your neck. Your legs folds almost completely as the thick shaft enters you abruptly, sending you to clench at the unexpected penetration, mouth forming an 'o' because of how deep it is-- your smile widens even more.

Clenching, drools, or simply; a mess. Those are the words Jaehyun would say to describe your current state. To have you going jelly over his cock, to have you moaning and thrashing for him-- Jaehyun almost wishes he gave in sooner. Maybe he would've enjoyed this sight more often rather than the annoying nags of his wife, whom he never loved-- their relationship was supposed to be all business not until their parents demanded an heir.

The thought of the irritating wife fuels your desire of leaving your marks on Jaehyun for her to see. For her to remember that Jaehyun had never been and will never be hers. For her to be reminded that Jaehyun only loves one woman and that's not the one he married.

Whimpering helplessly, your nails digs in to the skin of Jaehyun's thighs, legs shaking violently to his rough thrusts, even getting on your toes uncontrollably. It's electrifying, the pleasure you're getting. No words can amount to how Jaehyun fucks you with so much passion, as if he'd taken up a sex related major in college instead of business.

Your head spins as you feel yourself flying away, reaching your own euphoria, tears once again racing down your cheeks, throat so fucked out that you are lessen to a babbling mess. A slap across your ass cheeks sends your jerking, high pitched moans near to seep through the doors and let everyone know the activity shared by the two of you, even the 3 year old Yuna. God, poor baby Yuna.

''Jaehyun! Yes, yes, yes.. fuck, yes!'' What are you even saying yes for? Is Jaehyun fucking you so good that your brain got mushed up? Did the honored, top of the class student became a dumb, whimpering mess? That stirs pride inside Jaehyun. He's gonna make sure that you'll never seek sexual pleasure from those college frat boys again, he'll make you realize that you only need a man to feel what a good sex is.

Merciless thrusts continues despite the clear weakening of your legs, arms catching your waist to hold you up. The ringing of his phone diverts his attention for it, smirking mischievously as he proceeds to answer the call.

''Ah yes, Seojin-ah!'' He must be fucking sick in the head, conversing with your father while his brutal pace messes up your insides, tip continuously bumping against your sweet spot that creates white spots in your vision.

''Of course, of course. The kid is here-- she actually looks like she's having fun,'' It's partially true. Your tongue lolling out and eyes crossing doesn't mean you're not enjoying, right? What's causing you to have fun though, your father doesn't need to know about that.

''Yes, would you like to talk to her?'' Jaehyun bites back a laugh when you try your hardest to shake your head albeit drunk on his cock and strings of saliva appearing at the sides of your lips. ''Ah, that's too bad. I'll talk to you later then? Alright, you take care.''

Dropping the phone to the nearby chair, two of his fingers chokes you, making you spit out more.

''Did you hear that, darling? Your father is looking for you, worried that you might've disobeyed him and went out to fuck one of those little frat boys again. Say, is he gonna be proud if he knew his daughter is no longer getting fucked by a hormonal kid? or is he gonna burst out in anger once he finds out that she turns into a desperate slut in the hands of his best friend?''

He groans loudly and with a slight change of his angle, your vigorous movements becomes a telltale sign of your climax. Legs stretching as you stay on your toes-- a white ring forms around the girth of Jaehyun's cock, his moans getting louder as you clenches down on him due to overstimulation.

The inconsistent rhythms of his bucking and the harsh grip around your waist, Jaehyun's cum fills you like a dam. He rides his high together with yours, sharing an intimate and full of tongue kiss as you hear Sungchan's sigh behind the door.

Chuckling at your future fiancé's complains, Jaehyun helps you dress up. ''At least hurry up for a bit, the devil's just arrived. I don't want to deal with her annoying ass again.''

You shake your head at his words, describing his mother as a devil? Pfft. ''Like father, like son, huh?''

''What can I say? Sungchan takes after me. Especially in terms of taste in women.''

[k2ntoss]

UNTITLED N°1 !! demon dean

(gif from pinterest, credits to the owner)

tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dean x f!reader, did i already said this is demon dean shit???? i am vibrating on another level istg, fingering (f. receiving), sex toys (vibrator), spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, public space, unprotected sex, etc.

a/n ⭒ ian i swear i'll hunt you down for giving me ideas EVERY FUCKING DAY and yeah, implicit the fact of the lipgloss stuff i wrote for jason but a bit different here, it's 1 am and i'm going back home from a party so prob no proof read, shhhh

words count ⭒ 2.505 (at this point i don't even dream of doing something short)

dean was changed since the last time you saw him, right before he received the mark of cain and way before he turned into a damn demon, sam and you looked for him for days until you stumbled with him outside of a night club which wasn't the best situation to find the guy who was supposed to be your boyfriend, the one that once treated you like the most important thing on his life and now only thought of you as another one night stand.

and what are you doing at a night club? well, long night and almost no sleep so you decided to take baby for a ride and maybe look for dean and here you are, standing in front of him while you fight the urge to punch him right across the face when you notice the lipstick smudges he has all over his jaw and neck "you're fucking amazing, dean" the sarcasm that drips from your voice seems to amuse him, dean grins at you with arms crossed over his chest as he walks closer "looks like you can't remember you shouldn't take the things that don't belong to you, sweetheart" he ignores your annoyance completely, walking around you with heavy steps almost as if he was a predator and you were a sick little animal to hunt and torture.

"yeah? i couldn't care less, what the hell are you doing here?" right behind the club the parking lot is almost empty, the led lights drawing shades on your bodies and the muffled music being almost completely hushed by your voice "having fun, can't a man have fun with a bunch of pretty girls? or are you getting jealous?" he has always had a smart mouth but this time his words do hurt a little but they also fuel your anger "you're being an ass, dean" words come out as a growl, avoiding his question because he already knows the answer damn well, it doesn't take humanity to understand that she loved the dean she used to know and that this dean only made her remember him but here again, he couldn't care less about your feelings right now.

"and you're being a pain in the ass, darling" he'll reply once he's in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips at the same time he leans in making your heart rush because even with dean being a demon there was still an ounce of the man you loved and that minimal part of him still wanted you and only you, it was enough for it to take over and make you notice the glimpse of desire he had, a growing need to press his lips on yours and pin you against the impala, the same one that has already been the place for a good amount of the times you've let yourself melt into each other's touch and oh, if the evil side of dean hasn't used those memories to get off to your vulnerable image when you tremble under your lover. the way he stands so close to you, how he looks at your lips and licks his owns makes you shiver, making your lips part before he gives into your dean's needs; his lips are over yours, a bruising kiss as his hands grip your waist roughly, his touch making you moan from the pain his hands inflicted on your flesh.

once he pulled back you were panting and dean was living for that, his hand ran until it was on your neck "i think i have something in mind that you could enjoy, i miss someone misses fucking you dumb..." he whispers while tilting your head up to make you look up at him, green eyes fixed on yours made feel hypnotized until the point you walked to the passenger seat as dean got behind the steering wheel, the sigh making you even more hungry because the way he drove always made things to you. dean made the engine roar, pulling into the road until you both were sure it was safe to start anything. dean leaned to your side, his arm going behind your sit until he was able to reach a small vibrator he had used before with you, one of your road adventures from the past "are you gonna be good for me?" his voice was filled with a hint of what felt like mischief but also that cockiness that was part of him, you knew that maybe this wasn't the best idea, you should be the one driving to take dean back to the bunker but you mind was full of the bunch of memories of your boyfriend's dick deep inside of you and that was enough to make you forget any other responsability for at least a while, it had been a good long time since the last time you had any kind of sexual interaction thanks to him so, why not take the chance? so you nodded at him, lips pressed in a thin line as you waited for his next move.

there's a smirk on dean's face as he drives single handled, twisting the small vibrator between his fingers, dropping it on your thigh while you shift on your seat "sit pretty and spread those pretty legs of yours for me" he orders simply and you obey, legs spread enough for him to reach with his hand, undoing your belt and buttons before he slides two fingers under your clothes, starting to caress you slowly, torturing he plays with your clit circling over it before he pinches it softly making you moan shamelessly "fuck, dean..." you mutter when one of your hands goes to grab his wrist to make him stop when his fingers circle a bit faster "oh, you're being a little killjoy" he taunts with a click of his tongue but he takes his hand off you to grab the toy, turning it on just to slide it until he's able to press it against your sensitive bud, the vibrations making you gasp and hold onto the leather seat "just as slutty as always, aren't you? bet you've been dreaming about being fucked by me a lot lately" words making you moan and buck your hips, your eyes fixed on his movements when dean takes his hand away again, fingers coated on your wetness which he licks while glacing at you, the action only making you squirm in need of his mouth on you "and also as sweet as always, mhm, i could pull over and eat your pussy but i have other things in mind... close your legs, baby, and don't even think you can cum before i say you can."

with your legs closed the vibrator was pressed a little harder on your clit, it makes you sigh and whimper in the five eternal minutes it takes dean to find a good place to pull over, behind a small bar. he opens the door, getting to the back seat and sitting there, legs spread and his arms across the back of the seat "aren't you gonna come here, baby?" he asks teasingly, of course he was asking you to walk yourself out of the car and to the back seat, shaky legs and overstimulated, cursing him on your mind but still growing needier so when you get off the car and open the back door you can't help but bite your lip when dean is there undoing his belt and taking it off slowly with his eyes glued to you "come here and lay on my lap, sweetheart" he takes your hand in his, pulling you in taking advantage of your weak legs to make you lay on his lap, tummy flat over the seat while your hips rest over his legs when he closes the door before his hand stops on your ass, stroking you softly as he started to pull your jeans down slowly exposing your silky panties, chuckling lowly at the sight of the wet spot between your legs where the vibrator was still making you squirm and moan "so fucking wet, mhm? thought you would be harder to break down... such a easy whore" dean's voice is as rough and low as all the times you've found yourself so needy and hot for him, the big difference was that right now he was indeed a big bad wolf about to eat you alive.

every thought was erased of your head as soon as you felt his belt comming down to hit your ass, making you moan as dean's free hand snaked between your thighs to pull off the vibrator "oh, the little girl enjoys being spanked? you have a pretty sick mind, huh, you like being treated as a slut?" another spank falls on your rear, making you squirm and hold back a loud whimper before you nod "i love it... when you treat me like that" you moan, your reaction brings a wide grin to his face as he lets the leather belt fall again on your ass, the red marks of it standing over your skin as a sing of the way it would bruise by the morning, fuel for dean to keep it up until your cheeks were all red, your hips up with your ass on the air and your eyes teary from how much you needed him "god... dean, please" you beg and he growls at your voice.

"down. on your knees" he is quick to command, making you kneel on the floor, sitting all pretty and obedient between his legs as he undoes his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers making your mouth water at how hard his dick was in front of you "open that pretty mouth of yours, i want to fuck your face" the amount of dirty words turning you, leaning in you place your hands on his thighs while your tongue runs over his lenght tasting him and moaning softly at the way dean is looking at you. the growl he lets out when your lips are wrapped around his tip is gutural, his left hand going to grab a handful of your hair while you suck on him, tiny licks on him that leave your lips shiny from his precum "never thought a slut could look as pretty as you, mhm, those lips all pretty and shiny for me" he says in a low and raspy tone before he pulls your head by your hair, pressing his cock between your lips to make you swallow him right before he starts to move you, his hands making you bob your head causing you to gag and choke. your eyes are closed but it doesn't stop a few tears from falling from your eyes while dean pushes his dick into your mouth, throat fucking you between growls and moans of pure pleasure, smirking each time you gag and chuckling when he lets you pull away to breath but it doesn't take you too much until you're again looking to put his dick into your mouth "oh, baby so hungry... a needy whore that loves choking on my cock"

you whine when dean pulls you away from him, his hand grips your hair to bring you back to his lap but this time he makes you sit with your back pressed against his chest "i need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart, wanna see you ride me like a fucktoy" he whispers into your ear before making you lean forward, your ass perfectly pressed against him and a nice view of your hips and waist when he lifts you up and pulls your panties to the side before pushing his dick inside your snug walls in a rough thrust "so damn thight... gonna make you scream, baby" dean growls while his hands hold your waist to urge you to start moving.

at first you're just grinding your hips against his, feeling his dick moving inside of you in a way that made you moan softly but the need building inside your tummy made your movements change into quick and sloppy hops while you held yourself on the front seats, tits bouncing and your ass slapping against his body "that's a good bunny, fucking yourself on my cock like a good slut" a low moan escapes his lips and his hands are sliding under your black top, lifting the fabric until his hands are squeezing your breasts "you know how i love it when you're not wearing anything under your shirts? love this perfect tits of yours" you moan when his fingers are toying with your nipples at the same time he decides to move his hips to meet your movements, making him reach deeper inside of you.

anyone who came out of the bar sober enough could see what was going out inside of the impala, the sight of you bouncing with your eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned loudly enough to be heard if someone came closer to the car, it only turned you on more and it showed in the way your pussy clenched around dean like a vice, his strokes only going faster and harder when your legs started to fail you to keep on bouncing on him "who would have thought you would like to be seen getting fucked like a whore, mhm, you enjoy the way everyone knows you're getting dicked down so good, baby?" and you nod, your moans making it hard for you to speak properly, dean is laughing at you and it's humillating but it also makes you hornier "dean... i need to cum, please" your pleas are met with a hard squeeze on your tits and a hard thrust "really, bunny?" he asks with a smirk, hands back on your waist before he leans in to press a kiss on your back "do it, baby, cum all over my cock" and it takes you nothing, your pussy is squeezing him hard making a dark growl escape him and you're about to ask him to fill you up when dean lifts you, sitting you on his lap " 'm not filling your greedy pussy, love, not like you deserve it" he grunts, his hand around his dick as he strokes himself.

dean growls behind you, he's fisting his cock and moving his hand using your wetness to make his task easier and the lewd sounds make you eager to feel his hot load wherever he wants to put it on you "mhm, want me to cum on your dirty body, slut?" he asks with a smirk as his hand slows down for a bit "yes, please..." you say softly and it's the only thing dean needs before he cums behind you, white streaks painting your back and ass as he bites your shoulder harshly "there you go, huh... such a nasty whore" dean mutters on your neck, kissing your skin and nibbling on it "the best fuck i've had lately"

[mitsuristoleme]

I just saw your requests are open so I might as well jump in BECAUSE SKDNDNSN ok buttttt what about sukuna + his tummy having a mind of its own BEFORE you were their wife, like, you know nothing about this man but everytime you come in sigh you hear the most direct cat calling you've come across only to see a man with an expression of "God kill me now" so you don't know what's happening but it makes you really curious so you just... Provoke him? Like, use revealing clothing, put on an expensive perfume, etc. AAAH I Just love that hc of his stomach mouth having a mind of its own istg aaaa

a/n: ok so im gonna write this in a modern au because lets be real heian era Sukuna did NOT care about dating/courting

formatted into a bullet point headcannon post because im having way too much fun with this and nothing is connected in a cohesive form (pls forgive me for that but my brain is going ham with this concept)

cw: gn!reader, cursing, sexual content, bestie!gojo, Sukuna’s tummy mouth is a menace but wbk

imagine you’re a teacher at jujutsu high and a special grade sorcerer (because i enjoy feeling strong and this is a little self indulgent) (yall can choose if you want to be gojo’s classmate or nanami’s it doesn’t really impact anything)

Sukuna gets reincarnated without a vessel (dont ask me how it just happens ok) and to everyone’s surprise, he volunteers to be an instructor at jujutsu high

he says its to “make these pathetic kids somewhat decent sorcerers so they dont ruin the name of jujutsu”

for whatever reason, the higher ups assign him a spot among the teachers at the school

imagine your shock when this 1000 year old 7 foot tall motherfucker shows in the middle of your class to introduce himself as the new teacher

you’d heard about his whole situation but you didn’t expect him to show up in the middle of a lesson

you attempt to shoo him away but he doesn’t even move (i mean what did you expect really?) and you’re forced to end class early

weirdly enough he keeps a hand clamped over his stomach the entire exchange?? you chalk it down to a stomach ache or something (that night you do wonder if curses, or er, the king of curses, even get physical pains)

ok so before i get into the whole thing lemme just-

in my head, the tummy mouth has the humour of a middle school boy and the self control of the dog from ‘absolutely anything’

so yk. its a mess.

you see him the next day in the staff room

hes wearing a starched white shirt (it accommodates all his four arms and you question how he got one made in a single day) and a pair of fitted slacks, looking WAY too good for a curse

you realise you’ve been staring through the glass window if the staff room and finally enter

only to be greeted by a LOUD wolf whistle followed by a “OOOOH HEY HOT THANG” in the deepest, raspiest, most demonic ass voice you’ve ever heard

sukuna looks like he wants to kill himself.

he gets up and leaves the room immediately

you hear the a faint “NO GO BACK AND FLIRT WITH THEM YOU WIMP ASS HOE” in the same demonic voice as he stalks away

and you’re standing there

wondering what the actual fuck just happened

did you just experience harassment in your workplace?? but his mouth never even moved???

Gojo enters the staff room right after Sukuna vanishes and you IMMEDIATELY fill him in on whatever happened in hopes that he would have any explanation

hes confused, curious and amused all the same time

this doesnt mean hes of any help though

no, the piece if shit just laughs at you and goes off to terrorise the first years take class

before leaving he very unhelpfully reminds you that you have to share classes with Sukuna today

you enter the classroom a couple minutes before the students (you literally have 4 students and one of them is a panda god knows what the point of 2 teachers for such a small class is) and find Sukuna already in the room, leaning back on the chair, his legs resting on the table, eyes closed

once again

looking WAY too fine

just as you internally celebrate that nothing weird happened THE SAME OLD DEMONIC VOICE booms a “DAMN BABY YOU LOOK FINE, CMON LEMME TAKE YA HOME”

“wha- I- Eh??? I’m sorry what the fuhck?!?” you sputter, eyes wide

Sukuna has leaped up from his chair, a mixture of embarrassment and murderous rage on his face

he hisses a “shut the fuck up” in the vague direction of his abdomen before turning to you and apologising

“i am so sorry,” he says sheepishly “i owe you an explanation at the very least after two incidents”

“OI DONT APOLOGISE ASK THEM OUT THEY’RE HOT AND I KNOW YOU THINK SO TOO”

“I WILL LITERALLY FUCKING SEW YOU SHUT IF YOU DONT STAY FUCKING QUIET”

and once again. you’re standing there. shook.

Sukuna turns to you again with an expression that clearly says ‘Gods please strike me down right now’ and asks if you know about him having multiple body parts

you’ve heard of the legends and stories: four eyes, four arms and mouths he can will to appear wherever he wants, so you nod

“Well it just so happens that the mouth on my stomach is sentient, and extremely vulgar. Although i’m sure you noticed the latter.”

his voice is a wonderful contrast to that of his tummy mouth

deep, melodic and smooth

he just got even more attractive.

fuck.

you realise you haven’t given him a response and nod dumbly muttering out a quick “uh-huh”

thankfully the students enter at that moment saving you from any awkwardness

what you have recently come to identify as Sukuna’s tummy mouth stays blissfully quiet throughout the class and shockingly enough the silence on the belly front continues throughout the day as you discuss lesson plans with your ridiculously hot coworker

that night as you’re getting ready for bed, you remember the exchange between Sukuna and his appendage (specifically the part about Sukuna thinking you’re hot) and a mischievous idea forms in your brain (hey gojo satoru’s influence was bound to kick in at some point)

the next day you leave the top few buttons of your work shirt undone and put on some of the pheromone perfume you got as a gag gift in an (what you presume to be potentially successful) effort to rile Sukuna up (lets be real you think hes pretty damn hot too)

clap yourself on the back for that one bestie because the second you enter the staff room, Sukuna’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull and the tummy mouth starts BARKING

and drooling apparently (how do you know? well maybe because the front of sukuna’s pristine white dress shirt is now sopping wet)

“WIFE THEM UP I SWEAR TO-“

the sound of a coffee cup shattering interrupts whatever was gonna come after that

you’re met with Nanami’s incredibly unimpressed gaze

without saying anything he leaves the room, muttering, “its too early for whatever the fuck this is”

well.

that happened.

yall get together eventually

gojo tells you “i knew you wanted to fuck him”

before you can come up with any sort of response, your boyfriend’s stomach pipes in with a “OH HE DEFINITELY WANTED TO FUCK THEM”

this is your life now.

good luck.

a/n: HI IM HERE TOO THIS TIME!! i left the ‘getting together part kinda up to interpretation because im shit at writing the ‘getting together’ arcs but we’re gonna pretend like it was because i want you to be able to go wild with whatever you want

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[pear1escence]

Burning house (18+)

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader

Smut, 18+!!! Female reader, choking, grinding, praise, all that

Istg writing this went on forever and it’s not even that long, all that and I don’t even like how this turned out but maybe I’m just too tired😛 this is so ugh. If I have to write the word ‘groaned’ one more time I’ll shoot myself

“Y’know doll, I could’ve made this a lot better for the both of us if you weren’t so fucking stubborn.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re lost in the movie playing on the TV screen, so focused on the plot that you’ve forgotten Keegan’s there by your side. You’ve gone all out for it, with snacks on the coffee table, two cans of beer and the thick duvet you dragged out of the bedroom warming you up, come to find out the last part was unnecessary with your clingy radiator of a boyfriend using you as his personal teddy bear.

Keegan doesn’t seem to enjoy the movie as much as you do. The hand that’s been playing with the hem of your shirt while you were focused on the movie slides upwards, His cold hands moving to cup your tits underneath the fabric of your singlet, and you whine at the uncomfortable coldness. He won’t budge at your complaints of his cold palms against your skin, keeping himself entertained with another comment about the movie.

“Jesus, Keegan, you’re not a movie critic, shut up.” You groan, rolling your eyes and dragging out the ‘shut up’ for dramatic effect. “Why are your hands so fucking cold anyways.” You mutter underneath your breath, earning an amused chuckle from him. You turn away from the movie to rest the side of your face against his chest, glaring up at the content face of your boyfriend.

“What, would you like it if I shoved my cold hand down your pants?” You mutter, knowing he’d succeeded in drawing you out of the movie. He raises a brow, a soft half-smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, probably.” His hand squeezes your tit, not so uncomfortable anymore cause he’s all warmed up by you now. You snort, shifting your focus back on the movie.

He doesn’t leave it at that though. He pinches the chub of your stomach, leans down to kiss at your neck. It’s not like you mind, and he’s not really that annoying when he’s just trying to get your attention. You kind of enjoy it, appreciate the attention he gives you. He has that dangerous way of making you feel all special with his actions. Then he licks a strip down your neck, throwing you off the movie again. You give him the most annoyed looking side eye you can muster, but he just huffs out another amused laugh at your reactions. “That’s gross.” He gives you another lick.

“Keegan. I’m watching a movie.” You groan, shuffling away from your position on his lap. He hums, grabbing hold of your hips and pressing you down on his lap, cancelling out any attempt you had made at watching your movie undisturbed.

Any thought of whatever’s playing on the TV-screen is thrown away however, when you feel the bulge of his dick pressing into your ass. Lips brush against your neck, teeth nipping and lips sucking, marking you up, branding you as his. You’re swirled together like two drops of water, the warmth of his body and his hot red loving pulling you together. His mouth on your neck, a string of kisses you pray lasts for eternity.

His hand finds yours, clasping it. “C’mon baby…” he mutters, his free hand wrapping around your throat. Not in an aggressive manner, just the comforting, grounding hold he knows you love. It’s difficult to turn this down when he’s got you on his lap like this, when that familiar warmth of his turns hot with want.

But your stubbornness can rival his own, his way of wrapping you into his desire with ease sparks your jealousy. Keegan’s ability to remain resilient against your attempts of control and seduction was something he stripped from you in a way you couldn’t imitate. It fuels your desire to deny him, to leave him wanting something you refuse to give him now, a need to preserve your own ego just for this evening.

He lifts you off his lap, turns you around so that you’re facing him. Silence settles between you, your eyes flickering over his form, the stubble on his chin, those pale blue eyes you’d fallen in love with. His hand gently caresses your cheek, his lips slightly parted. His gaze doesn’t leave you. “How the hell did I get a girl like you?” He chuckles, a smile quirking up in your lips. “So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters, his hand weaving into your hair, his fingertips drawing circles into your scalp.

You don’t think you’ll ever find anyone who can compare to him. Keegan’s magnetism was addictive, the butterflies set off in your stomach whenever he payed attention to you in the early stages of your relationship like a drug injected into your veins that set fire to your blood. You want to keep him forever. You want the smooth liquor of his voice to be the last thing you hear when the day comes for you to meet your end. His pretty face and his electric soul had sparked a feverish, newfound flame in your life, he was something to live for, someone who poured your fuel, your desire for life.

It would be impossible for you to ever forget him when he was the first thing you’d seek out on the morning, what painted your daydreams as you lulled to sleep every night. He ignited a feeling of possession in you that no previous lover had drawn out of you.

Jet black strands of hair tickles your fingers as they twine into his hair, holding him tightly to satisfy the possession in you, the desire to keep him close forever. Your lips meet his, a deep groan leaving him as your hips grind down. Keegan’s hands find your hips, grinding you back and forth to his crotch as his breath grows heavier and the movements of your lips along his deepen, the hold you have on each other so desperate it’s like you’re both scared the other could slip away at any moment.

His hand leaves your hip to slip underneath your waistband, his fingertips just barely nudging your clit, causing you to move faster as you chase your pleasure.

Keegan’s hand stills your hips, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation before his fingers continue to move in lazy. electrifying circles over your clit. “Let’s get these short off ya, sweetheart..” he breathes, his form resting lazily against the couch back. He begins to shuffle down the fabric, but his gaze flickers back to you in surprise when you stop him. “What? Is anything wrong?” He asks, the concern in his eyes obvious to you.

You hadn’t chucked your previous self-directed promise out the window, breaking it now would be an offence to your own resilience, even if you hadn’t spoken a word about it. You let out a giggle at the expression on his face, your hands loosely wrapped around his shoulders. “Mhm.” You lift your thighs closer to him. “I’m watching a movie, you’re interrupting.”

He throws his hands up in annoyance, “you can’t even see the screen!” You laugh, brushing your fingers through his tufts of hair, “Not the point.” You grind down on him again, and his hands immediately find their previous place on your hips. He groans, “Oh, fuck off.”

He doesn’t turn away from your teasing movements of pleasure, the grinding of your hips as you dry-hump him. The sight of you on top like this, all pretty for him as your lips meet again is enough to slowly rope him towards his high. Even though this isn’t enough to make you come, the picture of him coming in his pants just from this is enough to satisfy you.

Low groans, ragged breathing low in your ears as you bring him closer to an orgasm accompanies your movements. Your lips find his neck, biting down of his soft flesh and eliciting a throaty groan and a jut of his hips, you suck on the tender skin before finding another unmarked patch of skin to bite down on next. “Y’know doll, I could’ve made this a lot better for the both of us if you weren’t so fucking stubborn.” He takes over the grind of your hips, pushing you down harder and grinding you back and forth over his hard-as-a-rock dick. He hums lowly, returning the marks you’ve left on him as his teeth bite down on your shoulder.

The pain pulls a whine from you, your nails digging into his shoulders as he gives the bite mark a lick and a kiss. Keegan’s hips lift to grind up on you, a string of curses filling the room between each kiss, each hickey sucked into your neck as he finds his way up to your ear.

The movie is long forgotten, and the desire to feel him inside you takes its place in your mind. Keegan gives your earlobe a little lick, places a kiss on the sensitive skin right underneath your ear before he whispers, right into your ear, “Wanna stretch you out with my cock, baby, need to see how that pretty face looks when you take me…” Fuck, and if your previous desire for him wasn’t enough…

The gravelly sound of his voice is breathier when he nears his orgasm, you can tell he’s close, his thighs jutting forwards to meet your movements. Keegan’s hold on your hips is rougher and less careful, nothing like the way he’d caress your body in the mornings while you were still just waking up. His head lolls back, falling against the couch cushions, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, a useless attempt at quieting the noises that leave him.

Your hand feels its way down his chest, grazing his happy-trail underneath his shirt before it stops at the prominent bulge in his sweats. The added pleasure of your hand palming him through the material, the fabric rubbing against his sensitive cock has him producing throaty groans you gladly devour. His cheeks are pink with what you suspect is both embarrassment and heat.

When his orgasm finally hits him, it lasts for several seconds as he wraps his arms around your torso to press your body against his. “Ohhh, fuckk..” He groans, his cum seeping through his sweats and darkening the fabric around his head. You grind onto him deeply, coaxing his high to stretch out for longer as more, low-sounding hums of pleasure sound deep from his chest.

Your hand shucks his sweatpants down his thighs, your fingers wrap around his wet, softening cock. You guide him into your needy hole, his little sound of surprise and pleasure making your stomach flip. His hands pull the hem of your shirt up, demanding you to put your arms up, a giggle escaping you at his unconcealed eagerness. “Fuck…” he groans, sucking on your nipple as his hand fondles your boob, pulling and tweaking at your sensitive nipple roughly. You feel his cock swelling in size, stretching the walls of your pussy. His voice is rough, throaty as he speaks in between the kisses and bites he places on your tits. “These gorgeous fucking tits…”

You ground your hips onto him, feeling his cock pressing deeply into the bruised walls of your pussy, sore from the rough pounding he’d given you the previous day, your hand fondling his balls as you ride him. He grabs your waist before flipping you around, your back hitting the cushions before you realise what’s happened. “Hands and knees, c’mon.” He orders you, leaning back into a kneeling position on the couch, his dripping cock on display. You’re almost drooling at the sight, fuck.

You feel his body lean over your, back arching and your tits squished against the cushions. The hair covering his body tickles you, the happy trail running down his stomach, the beads of sweat on his toned skin up against you as his hand wraps around your throat. There’s black ink needled into the skin of his bicep, the sleeve tat you love to trace, the initials of his comrades whom had passed on swirled into an intricate, black tattoo, fitted in with the design so well they could pass as insignificant details if you didn’t look for long enough to map them out.

He guides the head of his cock into your aching pussy, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him, his hot mouth pressing kisses to your shoulders, the thin skin of your upper back. His pace is fast, hard cause he thinks it’s what you deserve for teasing him for so long, and cause the jiggle of your ass when his thighs pound into you makes him crazy. The sound of your wet cunt as his cock rams into you, the soft ‘fap’ ‘fap ‘fap’ of your plush thighs, it’s got his head spinning.

Your mouth hangs open, loud and unashamed moans spilling out as the head of his cock kisses the your g-spot. You’re embarrassingly close already, all the tension and desire inside of you threatening to burst, and his heavy balls hitting your clit with every thrust has your head woozy, his hand squeezing around your throat swirling every motion of his hips, every delicious moan sounding out of his pretty, pink lips together, the city lights you spot through the windows, the warmth of his skin against yours, all a blur replaying in your head, you feel drunk off of him and the pleasure he gives you.

“Y’gotta quiet down, sweet thing, gonna wake the neighbours up if you keep making all that noise.” He murmurs. He sounds strained, like he can’t get the words out without his voice breaking, not with how you’re squeezing around him so perfectly. “Feels too fucking good, Keegan, I can’t even think, I swear-“ Your voice is so weak, so fucking brittle and all breathy, cut off by your own moans of pleasure. The grip Keegan has on your throat loosens, his fingers tracing your bottom lip before they slip into your waiting mouth, stifling your sounds. They taste of him, the fingers that press on your tongue, the sensation just adding to the spinning colours in your head.

Your lips wrap around his fingers, sucking, nibbling the taste of him, your saliva coating them, drool running down the side of your mouth just like your drooling pussy coats his cock and the sides of your thighs. “Love making a mess of you, baby, fuck…Fucking love making a mess of you with my cock..” he murmurs, licking a strip up your neck. You bite down on his fingers when the hand keeping your hips in place shifts to rub at your swollen clit, sloppy with his movements as his fingers rub harsh circles over your clit. “Fuck, Keegan, m’so…ah, I’m so fucking close, Kee!”

“Yeah, I know baby, need to feel you cum on my cock, c’mon,” he groans, the way he gets more vocal when he’s close, the delicious, deep sounds that leave him making you clench around his cock. “Thaats it, good girl…fuuck, m’close.” Your cunt spasms around him, your mouth falling open as shocks of pleasure has your thighs going slack, his fingers dragging out of your mouth to wrap around your hips, keeping you up to fuck into you. His fingers smack over your clit, dragging out your orgasm. “Oh fuck…fuckkk,” he moans, his hips finally slowing down as his hot spend fills you up. He bites down on your shoulder, the pain mixing into the feeling of overstimulation as Keegan’s hips drag his cock back and forwards slowly, your cunt squelching with his cum.

He pulls out, falling next to you and pulling your body close to him, his breath heavy with the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Fucking angel.” He mutters into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head before he pulls the blanket over you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[laughing-with-god]

hi!!!! could you tell us anything about the unsaid vow couple? I’d love to know their story w/o the spoilers of course! ❤️

hey I love your blog! So cool to have you in my inbox!

And yes, I do have Unsaid Vow on my Patreon but tbh...I don't really have much backstory established for them as a couple, so this was a really cool ask that made me think. (I do purposefully keep their history kinda of vague tho, as I want the reader to make their own assumptions/stories.)

anyway, here's some random headcanons

I think you guys met at a party! I picture Y/N as a student probably in her first or second year of college. Had a group project and your group partner invited you to a party they were throwing, where JK also was at

He was very popular with the girls and tbh, I think drunk Y/n just wanted some dick and he apprecitated how you didn't sugar coat that

"I don't wanna be your gf, just heard that dick was a 10/10"

He was amused, you were cute and not usually his type so he took you home for the night

Think he was a clingy little bitch after that, kept hitting you up and you probably just thought he was a fuckboy who would keep trying to hit, so you kept letting him

It wouldn't be until another guy hit on you or something that JK would get up in their face like "tf you on my girl for?" that you're like...oh?

You never really had a bf before and I see you just being like "shit, it's college and he's hot, might as well try this out for a few months."

Don't think you guys have a clear anniversary date bc of that, prob just made a guess and picked a day

Honestly I think you would think this was only gonna be like a three-four month relationship

Early college bf Jk was kinda toxic tbh but you gave him passes bc he was hot and u didn't have anything to hide

I think he would keep your location on at all times, be super defensive if you didn't

he'd try to make you delete social media saying it's so toxic for ur mental health but it's actually bc he doesn't wanna share you w the world lol

stroke game had you seeing things and agreeing to whatever istg

I think he'd have a chain or necklace or something so when he's on top you kept getting hit on the forhead with it LMFAO (why do I find that hot tho?)

Took news of your pregancy surpringly well, you were ready to ask him help for the abortion fee and he was like "why would u kill my bby when we can just raise it?"

acts of service king during your pregnacy. isn't like cuddly or sentimental but def was the guy to buy you anything you looked at twice

stepped out after you gave birth to Hugo and had a lil cry

I think it would only be until after you had his son that his family would demand to meet you, I think for some reason JK kept trying to hide you from them

actually had a good bond with Hugo as a baby. kids are difficult to understand but Jk was good with babies. feed them, change them, burp them, hold them. It was so easy and I think baby Hugo liked naping on Jk's bare chest

Anyway I'm gonna leave it at that bc I don't wanna spoil anything lol

[koifly]

German crp headcanons

Nina:

Nina the Killer would listen to SXTN. She'd blast 'Von Party zu Party' in her pink, leopard print, maximalist room every day. She knows all of their songs by heart and introduces everyone who doesn't know them (very few) to SXTN.

Had a fat crush on the Kaulitz brothers (Tokio Hotel), Peter Shaw (Die ???), Julien Bam and Taddl (TJ_beastboy) when she was younger.

Watched Rebekah Wing's horror yt vids religiously. Tbh, she watched every German youtuber's horror vlogs.

Was a victim of the "Scheiss Grufti" and "Zieh dich mal vernünftig an" comments in her school.

Since she's Turkish in my AU, she had an accent when she spoke German, especially when she was younger. It's still there but not as noticeable.

Early and uncontrolled internet access kid.

CRO hater in public, secretly loved his songs.

Didn't go outside often when she was younger, she rather played at home or in her backyard.

Was that kid that went to primary school with a princess crown.

Wanted to go to the Longboard tour SO badly but wasn't allowed to.

Listens to Hobbylos. (Nett hier, aber haben Sie schon Hobbylos mit 5 Sternen bewertet?)

Toby:

Probably grew up in a small village on the countryside.

Was an outside kid, he hated being at home. Not only because of the abuse but also because he got bored too quickly.

Parents somehow convinced him to be an altar boy, he quit when he was 14 or something.

LOVED Die Ärzte and Pisse, his dad listened to Rammstein so he didn't listen to them as some form of protest. (I don't support the actions of Till Lindemann in any way btw)

Went everywhere with his bicycle until 13, then he just walked everywhere or took public transport.

Says 'Digga' in every sentence, doesn't even know how he picked it up but he did. (Digga is a German slang word, comparable to bro, dude etc...)

Toggo kid who actively hated on KiKa kids. Mainly because he once fell asleep while watching KiKa in the evening and woke up while Berndt das Brot was on. He got jumpscared basically. (Please google Berndt das Brot, that thing was every German kid's nightmare and biggest fear istg.)

Always got candy too when he went to the bakery. Loved Esspapier and Schlümpfe.

Absolutely despises AfD voters. (Which is good, don't vote right wing parties kids, be like Toby)

When the first Bibi und Tina movie came out, his sister forced him to go to the cinema with him.

Regularly falls into a bush of nettles. (Not that he cares or feels it)

Ate every god damn berry he found in the wild when he was a kid. An absolute miracle that he's still alive.

Has always been a Marvel boy.

Met Nat in primary school. They even lived close to one another. Thought Nat was weird at first but somehow ended up crushing really hard on her in 8th grade or something. Is still crushing.

Natalie:

Was a victim of the "Oui, oui baguette" comments at her school.

Was the weird girl at her school, no one really talked to her, was always drawing something and only wore black.

Absolutely loved Stutenkerle and St. Martins Brezeln.

Always had the prettiest lantern at St. Martin.

LOVED Bibi und Tina. Had everything from them, dvds, cds, posters, friendship bracelets, everything.

Had a big fat crush on Toby in 7th grade. (Nothing really changed about that lol)

Lived on a farm, had her own little pony and named her Sabrina as a reference to Bibi und Tina.

Lived in a small village on the countryside. (Same that Toby lived in obviously)

Ruhrpott dialect despite her French roots. I'm not gonna explain why, she just has it.

Had a crush on Beni from Woozlegoozle when she was a kid.

Even though her parents are french, they loved Schlager music. Nat has a love-hate relationship with it.

Was at EVERY Schützenfest in her village and those around it. Had no particular reason for it, she always went alone anyways. She just found it amusing to see people get drunk and do stupid shit.

Was a Die Ärzte girl.

[avoskorm]

These fucking dumbasses, istg. I love them but goddamn lmao.

Nothing really spoilery, just character names and two lovestruck dumbasses being dumbasses.

Also I am not even going to pretend that I'm a good writer but I love them so I don't care lmao I'm making this everyone's problem

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"Neve!" Jovus said brightly, bursting through the door of her office with a fresh cup of coffee. "Just the woman I wanted to see. How is my favourite person in Thedas?"

"You're about as subtle as a brick." Neve narrowed her eyes, giving a knowing half smile in return, and sat back in her chair, gratefully taking the offered cup. "What do you want, Joe?"

Jovus pressed a hand to his heart, and gave her the saddest eyes he could. "I'm hurt you'd even think that," he said. "Could I not just want to catch up with a friend?" Neve was not moved. And was definitely not convinced.

"Mhm," she took a sip. It was Lucanis' coffee. Jovus had either asked for his help, or he was going to get stabbed later. Either way, whatever it was he wanted, he was desperate if he was resorting to such obvious bribery. "I know you. You want something. You may as well come clean."

"Well… since you asked…" Jovus started, sighing dramatically. "You got any books on the Fade? Or, y'know, could you get some?"

Neve raised an eyebrow. "We have a library. It's right over there, you can't miss it." She pointed out the door towards the main building.

"I've already read those," Jovus pouted. "And a lot of the stuff in them is just flat-out wrong."

"Well why not ask Emmrich? He's the expert. It's kind of why he's here?" Neve's lips twitched in amusement when she noticed -- just for a second -- he froze. Ah.

"I…" he started, considering his words. "I don't want to annoy him," he said, flatly. "He's got better things to do than teach Fade basics to a dumbass."

Neve tried to hide her grin behind her cup. "Sure. That's the reason."

"You're enjoying this," Jovus whined.

"Maybe a little." Neve shook her head, laughing. "No, that's a lie. I am absolutely enjoying this." She took another slow sip from her cup, savouring the taste of the coffee… and Jovus' discomfort. "I've got a book or two, but it's nothing you've not read already. I might be able to get some other reading material, but it'll cost you."

"C'mon, I just gave you a coffee!" Jovus huffed. He thought for a moment. "Next fish dinner on me?"

"My, my, you are desperate, aren't you?" Neve laughed. "I've heard that before."

"I'm good for it!"

"Mhm, I've heard that before, too." Neve glanced at him with a sly smile. "Next fish dinner, on you. I'll see what I can do."

Jovus let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thank you. I want to be able to have a discussion, not a lecture, you know?"

The door swung open behind him, and Emmrich stepped into the room, fingers steepled together in front of him. "Hello, Neve! Oh! Forgive me, I didn't realise you had company already. Hello, Jovus," he added, smiling politely.

Jovus nodded a greeting in return. Neve smiled innocently at him. "It's alright. Joe was just leaving."

Jovus gave a dramatic parting bow, grinning at Neve. "I mean it. Thank you." He straightened himself, and Emmrich watched as he left, heading towards the kitchen.

"So, what can I do for you, professor?" Neve asked. Emmrich didn't respond; he was still watching the door, apparently in a world of his own. "Emmrich?"

Emmrich shook himself, and turned back to Neve. "Hm? Yes?" He froze, brows knitting together. "Oh! Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten what I came here for." After a fruitless moment of trying to remember, he brightened. "Oh well, perhaps later. But… since I have you, may I make a request?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any books on werewolves, would you?"

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @eddiediaztho @fortheloveofbuddie 💖💖

some more of the car smut bc I've been focusing on this one more lately and hopefully it'll be done soon lol (it's gonna be shorter than the possessive fic istg, I still have no idea wtf I wrote in there to make it 15k lmao)

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He feels the car stop with a jerk, as it sways him a little – clearly Buck’s a little impatient, as well – and hears Buck turn off the engine. As soon as they’re parked, Buck grabs his face and kisses him deep and hard and hungry, moaning into his lips, his hips thrusting up into Eddie’s hand.

“You’re impossible.” he murmurs into Eddie’s lips right before biting down on his bottom lip. “What am I gonna do with you?” he muses with slight amusement mixed with desire, continuing to nip at Eddie’s lips.

“Hopefully do me.” Eddie says, and Buck laughs, hot breath right against Eddie’s lips.

His hands fall from Eddie’s face down to unbuckle both of their seatbelts, and then to Eddie’s zipper. His hands are trembling and his movements are hurried, fingers clumsily fumbling as he can’t get the button undone, swearing under his breath. Eddie laughs, and does it for him.

“And I thought I was the one who was drinking.” he jokes, leaning away to get a look at his face, but Buck immediately follows, not allowing their lips to separate. It’s not like he’s drunk, he barely had a few drinks, but he can still feel hot and dizzy from it. 

“Well, maybe I’m drunk on you.” Buck bites back, lips brushing against Eddie’s, and he dives back in to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangling with Eddie’s. Eddie chuckles, mouth too busy with Buck’s, so he feels the laughter shake his chest more than hears his own voice. Buck is about to slip his hand into Eddie’s pants, but Eddie grabs his wrist and stops him, also pulling away from the kiss, earning a disappointed whine, which gets him to smile with amused fondness again. “Don’t tell me you changed your mind now that you got me all hot and bothered.” he pleads, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight as he looks at Eddie.

“Never.” Eddie shakes his head, finally reaching into Buck’s underwear and wrapping his hand around his cock with no barriers between their skin. Buck releases a shuddering breath, hips thrusting up again. “I really wanna get my mouth on you first, though.”

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[ddivilove]

hello 🫶🏽 can i get a request where yandere eros made the reader get in a forced marriage with him so one day the reader try to kill him by getting on top of him and putting a pistol on his forehead when he's sleeping and as she closes her eyes preparing herself he wakes up. daring her to do it knowing she can't bring herself to take a life away, she eventually gave up and started to have a breakdown while eros take the gun away and hugging/comforting her although whispering in her ear, "we'll figure out your punishment tomorrow"

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 | 𝐄.𝐕.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➜ istg you all are feeding my Eros simping side. Anyway this will be my second time making suggestive work so hopefully this doesn't flop.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ➜ arranged marriage, reader doesn't love Eros, suggestive, no specific pronouns: first person view

Church bells rang as you fidget with nervousness. The people around you prepared you and panicked at the time.

Yes, you were getting married. Anyone could guess so. But, to whom? A man you did not even know or love. Eros Vasilios was a mystery to you. All you knew was he was the crowned prince and the future love of your life. Other than that you're just about nothing.

Of course that didn't stop everyone from reassuring you that you were going to love being with this man. Ugh. If they only knew your situation.

"You look ravishing. I'm sure His Highness would agree." A smile came from the head maid who had just watched you look at yourself in the mirror. Your heart was pounding as you heard the music of the wedding. The doors swing open as you walk through. Eyes were on you as some were envious and others joyful.

As you stood in front of your husband to be. You quietly wished it was someone else. Eros gave you a warm smile as the two of you listened on to the Pope's speech.

The attention the two of you got whilst saying your vows were pressuring especially the gaze of your own father who had simply sold you to this man as he chose to be your husband.

"I do." There was no emotion to those words as you spoke it out, wishing you were not in this situation. The kiss shared between you and your delighted husband was short and barely even a kiss at all as you two turned to make your steps out of the church as a married couple.

Those words that you regret months later. Now you stood by his doorway. Eyes shifting while holding a gun. Yes, a gun. Not that you had much of a choice. Eros was someone who needed to be eliminated and you were the one for the job since you after all slept in the same room with him.

The gun in question was bought from a travelling merchant who you told that you were just curious of things like guns thus you bought the said object. Though the guards weren't exactly fond of the idea they didn't have much of a choice.

Opening the door of your room, you found yourself making your way to him. The man who ruined your life by just joining it one faithful day. Putting the gun on his head was easy enough, but the murder... That was the hard part. You see you had thought you'd be able to kill him while he slept because. Why couldn't you?

The gun was directed right at his forehead not on it just inches away from it. It was a clear shot. Your eyes close as you almost pull the trigger.

Almost.

A chuckle came from the sleeping male as your eyes flew open in shock. Your body could no longer function as the male under you looked at you with amusement. "Go on then." He said, his eyes glinting brightly with excitement. "Kill me, doll."

"You..." This sick man was asking you to kill him. Why not do what he asked? You forced yourself to pull it, but to no prevail. Your body couldn't do what you begged it to. His face held amusement as you broke down. Dropping the gun as your eyes filled up. The one job you needed to do and you failed.

The male next to you took the gun away and placed it on the table. A smile plastered on his face as his arms wrapped around you. His lips kissing your exposed neck softly as he whispered words to comfort you.

Once you did calm down, he leaned in and nibbled your earlobe. His hot breath tickling you as whispered slowly. "How about you sleep with me for now darling?" He whispered, tracing her sides and caressing her skin. "We'll figure out your punishment tomorrow."

F*ck.

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