#HIS PRECIOUS CONE HEAD

[erwinsvow]

the frustration shy reader must feel bc she’s freaky… no doubt about it, but rafe is like she’s too precious and innocent for that

no srsly.. he thinks shes so fragile because she took some time to adjust to being intimate w him but its like no she was just a shy virgin and rafe is so overwhelming but like when she gets comfortable... its a whole diff story !

"c'mon, kid, hasn't even been an hour," rafe groans, while you crawl into his lap again. you sit right on his dick, moving the way that you know will get you dicked down within the next ten minutes. or at least you thought it would.

rafe's huge hands come to your hips, lifting you up and off, tumbling onto the bedspace next to him.

"m'not a dildo, kid. give it a rest, it's fuckin' tired."

"i bet i can wake it up," you giggle, hand snaking back onto rafe's chest and trailing down. he grabs your wrist.

"what the fuck. are-are you not satisifed. is that what this is?"

"i never said that," you say with a sincere shake of your head and one of your concerned looks. "oh, am i not supposed to want it more? is that bad?"

rafe's not sure what he's gonna do with you.

"no, baby, it's not bad. it's healthy." you look relieved, chest heaving slower while you sink into your side of the bed.

he thinks that's the end of the conversation, but it comes up again a few days later, when he picks you up and takes you out for icecream on the pier. you lick your cone, watching the sunset while rafe stares at you, when ropes from someone's boat catches your eye.

"that rope looks strong," you comment, with another swipe of your tongue. rafe's about to start a lecture on boats when you cut him off, piping in again. "i bet if you tied me up with that i couldn't even move. it would probably leave scars. right?" you glance up from the rope to look at your boyfriend.

"huh?"

"the rope. if you tied it around my wrists and ankles. it would probably leave a mark. and hurt. you think we can take that rope or should we buy our own?"

he stares at you, not sure if you're joking.

"no, no one's tying you up with rope. what the fuck?"

"ugh. rafe?"

"yeah? kid?"

"you want some?" you offer, handing him the ice cream cone.

the next time he's heard enough. he's driving through the woods, a creepy backroad that led him to barry's, where he'd taken you with him since it was late at night. there's no lights, just the moon and the trees.

you stare out the window, he thinks you're tired from the day's activities.

"what're you thinkin' about, kid?"

"i bet if you let me loose in these woods you wouldn't be able to find me." he's a little confused, but sometimes you say odd shit so he goes along with it.

"yeah, that's what getting lost means."

"no, silly, not lost. if you let me run so you could chase me." you crane your neck, looking out the window at the expanse of the forest.

"to... find you?"

"duh, rafe. how else could we have sex in the woods if you don't find me. that's the whole point, you have to chase me. like a predator animal. i wonder if there's bears in these woods."

"are you jokin'?" you turn to look at him, with that same confused expression, sweet and confused.

"no? why?" he slams on the brakes, pulling over.

"get real, kid. you want me to chase you through the forest and fuck you, what, against a tree?"

"no, rafe," you start sincerely, looking concerned. "not against a tree, wouldn't that hurt? maybe on the grass. it just depends how far i get, until you find me, i guess. it looks like just trees here."

he stares at you, and then back at his hands on the wheel.

"rafe?"

"yes?"

"so are we gonna do it today, or..?"

#sorry i projected so hard incase its not clear i need to get chased in the woods and fucked against a tree. i guess #anyways i love you thank you babe! <333 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

[tddyhyck]

ice cream thief [ l.dh ]

pairing ⇢ perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)

word count ⇢ 12.8k

synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

warnings ⇢ 18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything

playlist ⇢ creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_måneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess

a/n ⇢ i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!

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“no one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,” you groan, rolling your eyes. you’re currently having a “house meeting” in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. you’re sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around. 

“well, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?” he says waving the box around for dramatics. 

“who the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,” jaemin argues. 

“literally we have chocolate, strawberry,” jaemin gags, “even cones, why would we want double vanilla,” karina quips while you roll your eyes. 

“because it’s the best ice cream in the world,” he groans, running his hands through his hair. 

“yeah maybe to old white dudes,” karina says, making you and jaemin giggle. 

“listen i get it, no one wants to fess up. you’re embarrassed, feeling guilty even,” you scoff at his dramatics. “but just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.” no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. “god i hate all of you. i swear i’m moving out.”

“finally, let me know if you need help packing,” you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction. 

“so which one of you ate the ice cream?” karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam. 

“swear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,” he grimaces. 

“same, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesn’t remember eating them.” you laugh. 

haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasn’t the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream. 

karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasn’t eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldn’t be marked off the list. 

jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didn’t have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair. 

and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends. 

he furiously typed into his search bar. “how to stop roommates from stealing food.”

he scrolls reading over the bulleted list. 

write your name on everything 

that wouldn’t work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.

hide the food in an unlikely place

where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work. 

douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc. 

wouldn’t that just ruin the food for him?

install cameras to present evidence of the theft

bingo

haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe. 

he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that it’s for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?

“so wait, why do you need cameras again?” kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires. 

“it’s for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,” haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets. 

“oh cool, you said home security right?” haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab. 

“just don’t set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.” 

“god no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,” haechan shook his head. watching over kun’s shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website. 

“okay, i would go with one of these if it’s just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,” kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage. 

“sounds good to me, can you order them?” kun nodded, adding the items to the cart. 

“does he need any wifi extenders?” haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. “i’ll let you know when they come in.”

“thanks, dude, i’ll venmo you,” haechan says walking away. 

“do you need help setting them up?”

“nope.”

the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didn’t care enough to ask. 

he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around. 

it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen. 

one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder. 

it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat. 

the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall. 

haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss. 

he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of “accidentally” filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked. 

he didn’t want to be a creep and it wouldn’t be like he’d share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv. 

he wouldn’t openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, that’s why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him. 

he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didn’t stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest. 

haechan often found himself in these “compromising” positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl. 

he didn’t mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldn’t help it. 

he also didn’t mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didn’t realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to “study” but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of. 

he’d heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didn’t fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex. 

the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast. 

it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food. 

by the third day he’s grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when it’s the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load. 

before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes it’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort. 

you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth. 

he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring. 

he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. he’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand. 

his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked. 

you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out. 

he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didn’t keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door. 

or when johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits. 

he remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude. 

but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things. 

he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch. 

he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.

you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open. 

haechan’s mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo? 

his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.

he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching. 

he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist. 

he didn’t realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows weren’t nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating. 

he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest. 

you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.

he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath. 

his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you weren’t stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move. 

you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy. 

he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs,  what he wouldn’t do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry. 

you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didn’t care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up. 

he’d started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above. 

you whimpered but he wouldn’t know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up. 

he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldn’t help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt. 

his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didn’t know how close you were, only you did. 

if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didn’t. he didn’t see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didn’t realize until you were cumming. hadn’t heard you whimper “i’m gonna cum.” into your palm. 

he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out. 

bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didn’t do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would. 

you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean. 

once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up. 

eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasn’t the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far. 

he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in. 

“what are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?”

“you said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?” yangyang questioned from the back seat. 

“didn’t you have some meeting or something?” shotaro questioned with a smile.

“shit,” he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for. 

“did you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?” yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats. 

“and if i did you’d be jealous so i can’t talk about it.” 

despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didn’t find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didn’t seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware. 

and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling.  

he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror. 

it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and you’d slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and he’d grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close. 

he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage. 

he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions. 

he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell. 

he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch. 

he sadly still hadn’t caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didn’t see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands. 

he’d also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friends’ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about. 

he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldn’t let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning. 

and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didn’t even know the show that was accidentally in store for him. 

he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods weren’t enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones. 

when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of them himself. 

“just a little more,” you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration. 

he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone. 

but he didn’t stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch. 

it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm. 

he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again. 

“fuck,” you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy. 

you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch. 

haechan can hear you loud and clear and it’s going straight to his cock before he realizes he’s rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug. 

he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you. 

his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before. 

you weren’t stopping right? you hadn’t even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough. 

he waits patiently watching his phone but you don’t reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didn’t have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on. 

now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you. 

evil roommate

what are you doing tonight?

he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you. 

y/n

why does it matter?

he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks. 

evil roommate

just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?

he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt. 

y/n

well i won’t be home if that’s what you mean?

his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you. 

evil roommate

:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?

your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldn’t cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didn’t say you couldn’t edge yourself. 

y/n

i don’t want to be witness to whatever weird “plans” you have

he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you weren’t home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder. 

evil roommate

how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?

you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly. 

y/n

when have you done anything normal? just don’t do your plans in my room i like cleanliness. 

evil roommate

seriously what are you doing though

y/n

it’s none of your beeswax

evil roommate

going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?

his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response. 

evil roommate

what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?

you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta. 

y/n

it’s literally none of your business if i’m seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie he’s been working on for his final

that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechan’s business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole by the end of the night. 

haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didn’t fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after. 

evil roommate

okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)

you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room. 

y/n

yeah… you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)

he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen. 

you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechan’s pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room. 

he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him. 

he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp. 

but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didn’t particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnny’s to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around. 

you didn’t talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something. 

he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasn’t started and needing to camp out at the library. 

you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didn’t completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblin’s. 

his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again. 

his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts. 

“told you,” he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up. 

“is this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?”

“definitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.”

“shut up!” you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck. 

“wait let me show you this video.” he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “some dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.” he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room. 

you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one. 

“what the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?” tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now. 

“oh not the government name,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone. 

“what the actual fuck is this.” you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry. 

“you’ve been filming me?” you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry. 

he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass. 

“i asked you a question you fucking freak.”

“let me explain.”

“explain what? that you’re a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?” you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him. 

“i was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.” he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts. 

“oh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didn’t tell us? you know that’s illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?” haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second. 

“i didn’t.” he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. “didn’t think it was a big deal since it’s like a common area. i didn’t mean to watch you but-“ he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat. 

“but what?” you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didn’t know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him. 

“i- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.” he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him. 

“then why did you save it? you were getting off to me weren’t you? fucking freak.” your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didn’t want to answer hoping his silence was enough. 

“were you?”

“yes,” he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth. 

“how many times?” 

“i- i dunno.” he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasn’t totally sure. 

“how long have you been doing it?” he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you. 

“maybe more than a month i - i can’t - don’t remember.” he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh. 

“remember better then.”

“okay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldn’t be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.” the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt. 

“haechan, that was over 2 months ago.” you sigh almost mocking him. “so you have been watching me everytime?” he nodded slightly. 

“everytime?” you repeated. 

“if i couldn’t watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,” he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing. 

“did you cum too?” you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didn’t answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. “i fucking asked if you came while you watched me?”

“i couldn’t help it,” he stuttered. 

“you know you’re fucking disgusting right?” you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up. 

“a disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now aren’t you?” you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath. 

“you know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.” he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length. 

“that wouldn’t be as fun though.” you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief. 

“i’m going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then you’re going to save it and send it to me. got it?”

he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out. 

“nuhuh,” you stopped him. “i didn’t say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?” he shook his head. “you think you deserve to touch yourself after that’s all you’ve been doing when you watch me?”

“i’m not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.” you grinned, head tilting. “but what is your favorite? if you’ve been watching me i’m sure you’re familiar with them.” his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys he’s seen you use. 

“the purple one.” he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word. 

he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadn’t immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him. 

he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap. 

he’d been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand. 

“your perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.” you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this. 

“stand up.” he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists. 

“aww aren’t you cute,” you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didn’t have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit. 

“you really are a freak,” you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechan’s cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs. 

“why do you like this one?” you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. he’d dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock. 

“uh, i, you,” he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “you, i watched you use it.”

“oh really? of course you have. what haven’t you seen at this point.” you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you. 

“you, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,” he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions. 

“did you like that? did watching me get you all hard?” you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. “i bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.” your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake. 

“i loved it. i love it.” he whimpered. 

“how’d you touch yourself?” you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. you’d never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock. 

“i was at work.” he started licking his lips. “i uh, it wasn’t busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you weren’t using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.” he paused again taking a breath. “put my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.” he finished finally making eye contact with you. 

you hoped he didn’t notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didn’t see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you. 

“you are fucking pathetic.” you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know. 

“i am,” he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming. 

“at least you’re aware.” you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didn’t wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest. 

“i’m so fucking pathetic,” he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot. 

“i bet you’re glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.” there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone. 

“thank you, fuck.” he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. “thank you so much.”

you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechan’s eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat. 

“you’re so sensitive,” you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse. 

“it’s - fuck- ‘s too much,” he mewled pitifully, legs quivering. 

“aww sorry, is it too much for you,” you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded. 

“maybe this will help,” you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed. 

“please, y/n, oh god,” he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin. 

“please what?” his hands were trying to separate but the chain didn’t let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed. 

“i’m gonna cum oh god,” he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy. 

“we can’t have that, can we,” you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper. 

“please.” he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down. 

“do you really think it would be that easy?” you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again. 

“i’m sorry, fuck, so sorry,” he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. “please don’t i’ll cum.”

“you’ll cum just from your nipples?” your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly. 

“no way,” you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud. 

“can’t take it,” he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go. 

“cum then, little pervert,” that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest. 

“good boy.” you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek. 

“fuck,” he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didn’t realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.

“i’m still not done with you. wouldn’t it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.” his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously. 

“no no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,” he begged, whimpering up at you. 

“then they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.” you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boys’ adam’s apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits. 

“fuck me,” he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest. 

“isn’t it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.” you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits. 

“so much fucking better.” he confirmed but you didn’t really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you. 

“where is your little camera anyways?” you said turning around looking around the room. 

“on the dvd shelf,” he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. “it’s with the old psp games.” he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someone’s teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back. 

“aha,” you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. “as if you weren’t trying to be sneaky.” you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didn’t move back towards him. 

“i’m sorry,” he offered again. 

“oh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,” he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you. 

“i think i’ve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know you’re into this but i’m not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.” you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. “got it?”

“yes. i’m so green right now.” 

“umhuh.” you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras. 

“eyes up here hyuck,” the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechan’s tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes. 

“sorry you’re just so pretty,” he gulped. 

“i know.” you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. “i don’t think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?” he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you. 

“you’re not even listening.” you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits. 

“this will help you focus, right?” you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach. 

“i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. “and you’re going to make me cum. but you don’t cum until i say so.” he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway. 

“good boy,” you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didn’t clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum. 

you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering. 

“i didn’t say to move,” you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy. 

you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show. 

“you’re drooling.” you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.

you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach. 

“you’re so fucking hot,” haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs. 

you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didn’t take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.

he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much. 

you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs. 

“use your tongue,” you whispered and he didn’t need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever. 

he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldn’t hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal. 

he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt. 

your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didn’t stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile. 

“you taste so fucking good,” he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs. 

suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt. 

finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin. 

you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance. 

“holy fuck,” haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.

“i’ve barely done anything,” you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely. 

“you’re fucking, holy shit, y/n.” he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. “fucking tight.” 

“i know, hyuck,” you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.

your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging. 

releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air. 

“keep them up,” you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him. 

“good boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,” you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldn’t tell what he was saying. 

his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasn’t going to break another rule. 

“feel so good. wanna fuck you,” he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple. 

“you are fucking me,” you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you. 

“no i- i know,” he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. “i want to fuck you.” he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes. 

“i’m not uncuffing you if that's what you think.” you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him. 

“hurts.” 

“good,” you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock. 

“can i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.” he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. “i mean literally,” he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. “having wet fucking dreams like a loser.”

“you are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who you’ve been peeping on it’s fucking disgusting.” he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed. 

“tell me your dream.” his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils. 

“had you, in my bed.” he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. “laid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.” his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples. 

“fuck oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you. 

“you gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?” you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.

“then do it,” you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.

“i’m gonna cum, hyuck,” you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.

“cum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,” he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.

“holy shit,” you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.

“fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.

“fuck, y/n,” hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.

“cum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,” you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.

he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself. 

“don’t wanna fucking stop, shit,” he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake. 

you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you. 

“gimme your hands,” you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.

“you take the cameras down tomorrow,” you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up. 

“shh, let me,” he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices. 

“you really are disgusting,” he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.

“nope,” you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didn’t really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.

“hyuck, ‘m sensitive,” you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.

“just taste so good,” he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.

“too much,” you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.

he couldn’t get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasn’t some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.

“so fucking good. just stay still,” he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.

“so hard, ‘s too much, hyuck,” you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.

“just one more, baby,” he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.

“sound so pretty. even better in person,” he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.

he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.

“cum,” he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldn’t hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.

“good girl,” he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.

“you’re pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,” he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.

“would you sit on my face.”

“no more,” you said sitting up to push him off.

“maybe like tomorrow,” he asked with a smirk.

“shut up,” you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door. 

“wanna play more zelda,” he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky. 

“yeah in like thirty minutes,” you called back making him smile. 

before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay. 

“can i put one in your room?” haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him. 

“have you learned nothing?” 

“if i say no will you do that again?” he smirked over at you. 

“god you really are sick in the head.”

“i love it when you’re mean to me,” he said, tilting his head to tease you. 

“probably a little too much don’t you think?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back. 

“a normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,” you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game. 

your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what. 

“you can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,” his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations. 

“are you fucking serious,” he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death. 

“yes, but don’t be weird about it. we’re not making this weird,” you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. “also no watching if there’s someone else involved.”

“deal,” he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects. 

“since you’re being so generous, will you tell me who’s been eating my ice cream?” he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him. 

“shotaro.” you responded with a glint in your eyes.

© tddyhyck

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[mwahaechz]

tsundere!huang renjun × g!n reader

warnings : fluff, just pure fluff.

ive had this collecting in my drafts for too long .. decided to just post it now 🫡

huang renjun was what people liked to call a tsundere. to everyone else he was stoic. but to you, he was the absolute most adorable person ever. sure, sometimes he may unintentionally rub off as mean or nonchalant. but he would always change that stoic expression into a loving gaze. that gaze being directed at no one else but you.

the jilin native was utterly, and undeniably, the most soft spoken person you had ever met. to you, he was the most caring person. but to the others, he was known as cold and rude.

but did he care what other people had to say to him? no, he never cared. the only thing he cared about was you and your perfect self.

he would do absolutely anything, and i mean anything, to hear your melodious giggles and see your perfect smile all the time. he would never think of hurting you, he could and would never.

#

“baby..” he mumbled into the warm summer air as he held you close to him, pressing kisses to your head and inhaling your scent that had him in a chokehold. “i love you, so much.. you’re the only one for me.”

you giggled, turning your body around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled that pretty smile up at him. oh, how that beautiful smile of yours had him melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

“i love you, too, jun.. so much.” you continued to smile up at him as he pulled you even closer to him.

the chinese smiled down at you and leaned in, softly kissing you underneath the stars “my beautiful baby… you’re so precious. god.. i cant wait to marry you and grow old with you, my love.”

you blushed, hiding your face in his neck as he laughed softly. huang renjun may be mean to everyone, but that didn’t matter to you.. he treated you like you deserved to be, never settling for the bare minimum.

huang renjun is your tsundere boyfriend and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

sjjehew 🥹🥹🥹 hope you guys enjoyed <3

© vqlentinez 2023

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello sorry if I'm bothering you but I just had an amazing idea, I thought, what if Poseidon had a daughter and she got separated from him.

-Poseidon was regarded as one of the best rulers in Valhalla, he may be harsh and can be cruel when he needs to be, but he keeps his people safe, and all look up to him as an example of a fine leader.

-And while he was a great king, he was an even better father, to you, his precious little child, the only person he would willingly smile at, dote on, and praise. In his eyes you could do no wrong.

-You knew that your papa was a busy person, as running a kingdom took a lot of work, but he was always there to tuck you in at night and tell you stories, usually tales from his youth or tales about one of his brothers.

-Poseidon was protective of you, not wanting anything to happen to you, so you couldn’t leave the palace walls without him with you; you could go into the gardens with your escort guards and nanny, but outside the palace, you would only go with him.

-Zeus learned that lesson the hard way when he took you to take his ‘most adorable little niece’ on a fun day out. Poseidon hunted him down and attacked him while you were sitting nearby, eating an ice cream cone Zeus had gotten for you.

-The reason for this was Poseidon didn’t trust anyone with your safety except for himself; on palace grounds it was fine because there were guards everywhere and Poseidon knew anyone who came in or left the palace walls, so he would know if there was a threat.

-And anyone foolish enough to try anything against you would quickly be dealt with, harshly and with no mercy. You were your papa’s precious little princess after all.

-And that’s why he was ready to raze his kingdom after you came up missing shortly after breakfast- nobody had any clue that you were gone, and he was furious, ready to execute every single guard in his kingdom and whoever he found you with was going to be immediately killed.

-Every inch of the palace had been searched, from top to bottom, Poseidon searching alongside the servants and the guards, growing more and more frantic every second you hadn’t been found.

-The situation turned more dire when your nanny was found bound and gagged, thrown into a closet, as everyone realized this wasn’t like when Zeus took you, this was a kidnapping attempt.

-Poseidon prepared to contact his brothers to ask for their aid as he prepared his trident when a guard shouted, “Princess Y/N!!”

-Poseidon turned, his eyes wide in fear as he saw you up on Kojiro’s shoulders, smiling brightly as you waved, “Papa!” Kojiro smiled as well, until he saw the dark aura surrounding Poseidon as he charged, going to take Kojiro’s head.

-Poseidon only froze when you hugged Kojiro’s head, protecting him, “NO! Mr. Kojiro saved me!” everything froze as this news spread across the guards who had come quickly to their king’s and princess’ aid.

-Poseidon’s eyes pierced into Kojiro who smiled warmly, not at all bothered that he was in a dangerous situation, “Papa- that new guard was bad, he kidnapped me and hit my nanny and took me away! Kojiro stopped the bad man and brought me back here!”

-Poseidon froze, knowing the guard you were speaking of, he came highly recommended, but to hear that he kidnapped you made Poseidon furious, “He’s dead?”

-Kojiro nodded as he carefully lifted you off his shoulders, setting you down, “Yes, when I saw the child, not knowing who Y/N was at first, I told him to release her, when he refused and tried to attack me, I responded accordingly. She looks just like you, so I knew exactly where to bring her!” he ended his statement with a hearty and warm laugh.

-You had turned, smiling up at him before Poseidon deflated, relaxing that you were safe and you turned as he kneeled, rushing into his arms. He hugged you close and while he didn’t verbally say it, Kojiro saw the thanks in his eyes, which he gratefully accepted.

-When Kojiro went to leave you struggled, getting out of your father’s arms, much to his surprise, “Wait!” Kojiro turned as you hugged him around his knees before you beamed brightly up at him, your eyes sparkling, “Will you teach me how to use a sword? The way you used yours was so cool!!”

-Poseidon turned white in shock, hearing that you wanted Kojiro to teach you how to use a weapon, you- his little baby- using a sword.

-Poseidon was quick to flatline, not ready for that step in your growth as Kojiro just laughed warmly, “I will, but you should probably ask your papa first.”

-You turned, knowing papa would say yes if you asked, before you both paused, seeing Poseidon laying on the ground, surrounded by gloom and anguish. Perhaps it would be better to ask later.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror kojiro sasaki

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A promise kept

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 8

Prompt: Idiots to lovers

Rated: G

Tags: Childhood friends to lovers; Mistaken identity; Fluff; Modern AU if you squint

CW: none

Notes: @house-of-the-moving-image and I came up with this while bouncing ideas for another drabble and fell instantly in love with the idea. Be sure to also check out the precious art they made!!!

The bars of the jungle gym creak but Steve doesn’t lift his face from his hunched knees.

“Hey, big boy, don't cry.” 

“‘m not crying. Go away!”

This is ridiculous. He's almost eight, and eight-year-old boys don't cry. Not even if their only friend in the whole world just told them they're moving away to live with their uncle. 

They don't even know each other’s names. Names don't matter when you're eight and you're both at the park and looking for someone to play with. 

So Steve is big boy. 

And his friend … well, Steve mostly calls him his dragon.

It's because of this game they have. Steve is a king and the other boy his dragon and the jungle gym their castle, and every day, they have a new adventure. 

Except now, there won't be any more adventures.

“Oh? But how am I supposed to give you this?” 

Steve lifts his head, goes a bit cross-eyed at the flower that's hovering right in front of his face. 

“What would I want with that?” he snaps. “Flowers are for girls.” 

His dragon chuckles as he joins him on his perch. The playground stretches out under them. Their kingdom. 

“But this isn't just any flower. It's magical.” 

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Magical?” 

“Yup!” His friend's face breaks into a grin, two teeth short. “As long as you keep it, I'll always make my way back to you. It may take a while, but I'll find you eventually.” 

“Promise?” Steve murmurs. There's a lump in his throat and it comes out small and quiet.

“I promise.” The other boy winks and tugs the flower behind his ear. “That I'll find you, and that I'll always be your dragon. And now, my king … how about one final adventure?” 

*

The colors of the jungle gym are faded with age. Like the pressed flower in its frame on his bedroom wall. 

“Oh hey, Steve!” 

Steve looks up from the book in his lap to find a familiar someone next to their picnic blanket.

“Eddie, hi!” He smiles, even as his stomach drops. “I … what are you doing here?” 

“Steve?” Will asks, ogling Eddie's tattoos and wild hair with large eyes. “Who's this?” 

“Oh, erm …” Steve runs an awkward hand through his hair. “My friend Eddie. He just moved here. Eddie, this is Will and El, the kids I babysit?” 

“Of course,” Eddie dips into a bow, which makes the twins giggle. “Steve has told me all about you.” 

“Do you want to sit with us?” El asks. “Steve is reading the How to train your dragon books to us.” 

“Fuck yeah, I love dragons!” Eddie cheers. Only he doesn’t sit on the blanket like a normal person - he perches himself on the steps of the jungle gym and hisses, pulling a silly face and mimicking claws with his hands. El whoops and claps while Will smiles shyly. Steve needs to swallow against the memories that threaten to crawl up his throat. 

*

“Was it alright to invite Eddie?” El asks. They've finished reading for the day and she helped Steve get snow cones. “You said he's your friend, but you seem sad when you look at him.”

Steve sighs.

“It's okay,” he says, because how do you explain this to a seven-year-old? 

How do you explain I only met him a few weeks ago but I really like him and it confuses me because it seems like I've known him forever because he reminds me so much of someone I used to know and I'm scared because it feels like I'm betraying that person even though I'm sure they've long forgotten about me?

Will is up on the jungle gym when they round the corner, beaming from ear to ear and talking animatedly with Eddie, who is gesturing up at him from the ground. 

“El!” he calls out when he spots his sister. She smiles and clambers up to join him, handing over one of the dripping snow cones. “Eddie has the best ideas. He just told me about this game he used to play as a kid. Did you know the jungle gym could be a castle and we could be kings and dragons? What do you want to be? We could-” 

“Steve?” 

Someone touches his shoulder and he flinches back into his own body. Eddie’s voice is full of concern, and okay, that's probably because he just dropped their snow cones. They're forming rainbow-colored puddles in the grass. 

“Stevie, c'mon, talk to me! You're freaking me out here!”

He snaps his head up. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” Eddie smiles. His eyes are large with worry. Large and brown and crinkling at the corners and so familiar and Steve's an idiot. “You just zoned out there, I thought-” 

“It's you,” Steve mutters. His hands are shaking and his eyes are stinging and then the next thing he knows is that his arms are around Eddie’s neck and he's sobbing into his shoulder. “Holy fuck, it's really you! You're my dragon!” 

“Wait, what?” Eddie pulls back, smile wide and incredulous. His fingers wipe away Steve’s tears, trace the shape of his cheekbones and jaw. “You're- Shit, really? I knew you looked familiar, but I thought there was no way-” 

“I was feeling so bad!” Steve blurts, chest heaving with what might be sobs or laughter, and who cares really, when he found his dragon again? “I was so scared to fall for you because-” 

“Oh?” Eddie’s grin isn't missing any teeth, but it's still just as brilliant. “Are you now?” 

“Huh?” 

Eddie chuckles. “Falling for me?” 

Steve feels himself flush, even as he gives a shaky nod. Eddie’s eyes are soft as he pulls him in. 

“It's okay, big boy. You don't have to be afraid of anything while I'm around.”

“This is really weird,” El whispers from somewhere above them as their lips meet. “I don't think they understand how being friends works.”

All my holiday drabbles

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[naarinn]

Still can't believe we survived the whole hiatus. Even I revived and came back(Just opened the app). This was truly our sxf

I was expecting Anya's past arc or something related honestly but since Endo knows what he's cooking I'll pass

Here's the long awaited prom arc

And

MY GIRL'S SO STUNNING OMLLL 😭😭😭 She destroyed the whole academy with this look. Icon and Girlboss! Go Anya GO!!

Credit to them too! ↓

Glad that see George and Bill as well. They are so precious to me.

Also I like how Damian's trying so hard to hide his nerdiness

Everyone knows how bad you wanna go there like who are you lying to fam 💀

I already guessed Arnold will be there. tho for a sec I thought this two was going to be him (Brave move. Rooting for you first boy!)

Ofc they can't be him! but why his head is cone shaped bro 😭 He's in a phase maybe.

Great decision really. It's sad how parents are using their children like pawns. They are like 6, my God.

Others are getting asked because of their families' political status while Anya's getting asked because they are actually interested. She's literally getting her own fanclub and not because of her looks or family but just being her silly self(so heroism and achievements). Which makes Damian's chances for her even harder lol

The great rivalry of eden just begun. Place your bets

Also sir can you stop tier listing families and standing like a stand user and show more emotions like a normal father would do? Someone just confessed their love to your girl there omfg???

I really want to write more but my brain's trying to process the whole chap. It felt like a ao3 fanfic lmfskjdk 💀

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss #Know your place Twilight. Get ur girl #i knew it was coming but still no melinda this chap. gonna cry a lil #spy x family #spy family #sxf #spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #spy x family anya #tatsuya endo #sxp #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #emile elman #ewen egeburg #loid forger #george glooman #bill watkins #prom arc #too much tags wawwa #spy x family chapter 95

[slasherhoe87]

🥧Slashers' Favourite Dish their S/0 Makes for Them🍲

Short and sweet. Just a little idea that popped into my head while watching Masterchef Australia

Feat. Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG / Peepaw / RZ), The Sinclairs, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Harry Warden, Thomas Hewitt

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

English Sunday Roast: pork roast with crackling, peas, yorkshire puddings, golden roast potatoes, roasted carrots, green beans and a boatload of brown gravy

Dessert? sticky toffee pudding

JASON VOORHEES

Cheesy Tuna Noodle Casserole - his mom made this dish for him all the time and he loved it

Dessert? lemon bars - another favourite of his that bring up the precious few good memories he has of his childhood

MICHAEL MYERS (OG)

Ground Beef Lasagna with extra white sauce

Dessert? pumpkin pie with a big dollop of vanilla cream

PEEPAW MYERS

Meatloaf with a side of creamy garlic mashed potatoes and roasted mix veg (its all easy on the teeth 😁😂)

Dessert? strawberry & rhubarb pie

RZ MICHAEL MYERS

Full Thanksgiving Dinner: roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, dinner rolls, mix veg and lots of brown gravy and cranberry sauce (he remembers his mom when you make this and is flooded with good memories of her and him together)

Dessert? pecan pie

BO SINCLAIR

T-Bone Steak with a Loaded Baked Potato and Corn on the Cob as a side

Dessert? banana split

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Rump Steak with a Mixed Mushroom Sauce and a side of Sweet Potato Fries

Dessert? dark chocolate brownie with a scoop of mint ice cream

LESTER SINCLAIR

One-Pot Smoky Beans and Roadkill Meatball Stew

Dessert? ice cream sundae

BILLLY LOOMIS

Spaghetti Bolognaise with lots of Red Sauce

Dessert? chocolate lava cake - he likes watching the chocolate sauce spill out of from its middle

STU MACHER

Pepperoni Pizza

Dessert? birthday cake flavoured ice cream in a sugared cone with tons of sprinkles on top

HARRY WARDEN

Fillet Steak with a Red Wine Sauce, Garlic Parsnip Mash and Roasted Green Asparagus as a side

Dessert? black forest cake

THOMAS HEWITT

Chili Con Carne - likes it with ground beef you purchased from the butcher or with more... questionable ground "beef" - as long as you make it, he loves it

Dessert? peach cobbler

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[takotakigum]

kiss it off me — gojo satoru

characters: gojo satoru x fem!reader

warnings: dubcon (probably noncon), food play, making out, gojo satoru is a pervert, this is messy: both literally in writing and content, breast fondling, and breast kissing

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: that one summer day you find out gojo satoru might have a liking to your breasts…covered in melted ice cream.

takotakigum’s kinktober 2023 | please read at your own risk!

“i bought ice cream! anyone wants to share?” you hear an excited voice echo through the outside hallways of the classroom, a chill creeps through your spine despite the humid atmosphere all around you. of course, before you could even answer—which you didn’t even think of—the shoji loudly slides open with much force coming from gojo’s foot. there he stands, a big grin stretched along his face holding two cones of ice cream; his eyes becoming crescent shapes as his glasses fall loosely to his nose. “oh? there’s one one else here again?” from your desk, you shake your head to a no. although gojo doesn’t falter with his smile, but instead, he seems to get brighter. “well, more for us!” there’s only two cones in his hand, so you want to ask: how? but you don’t even know if he’ll give you a useful answer.

with the sweet tooth gojo satoru has, you’re in no way surprised that he absolutely loves eating ice cream on a particular hot summer day in jujutsu high.

however, something you did not expect is him also being extremely clumsy with his precious dessert that his arms are flailing by the second, his own ice cream cone abruptly dropping and splattering on the confinements of your jujutsu high’s uniform.

“gojo,” you sigh, looking down at your table, hoping the ice cream cone landed there. unfortunately, the cold, seeping substance you feel directly on your breasts proposes otherwise. “oh no, i’m so sorry!” overly dramatic and overly sarcastic is what gojo sounds like. “gojo,” you say again, eyes fixated on your messed up uniform as you hold in a deep frown. “it’s the fourth time this week.” you manage to say, goosebumps sprouting all over your arms when gojo leans closer to use his bare hands to wipe away the ice cream off your chest.

his fingers are slow, feeling up the accentuated curves on the upper half of your breast that got contaminated with the dessert. your breath quickens, and you bite your inner lip as you feel the pads of his fingers give little controlled pinches on your uniform’s fabric—acting like he’s soaking out the absorbed melted dairy when really he isn’t.

“has it been? gosh, i’m so sorry, really!” by now, irritation eases back the goosebumps that went up. “i don’t have any other spare uniform now, gojo.” your voice becomes smaller, yet it weighs the same. gojo knows it, he isn’t stupid—clumsy but not dumb. at least, not dumb on purpose. “hmm, but you shouldn’t even be wearing the outer uniform when it’s summer. did ‘ya know that?” with your three years of studying in jujutsu high: no, you didn’t. but it doesn’t even seem real, you should know.

before you could say anything, gojo’s hand now rises higher to the dry part of your uniform—the buttons on near your collar. for a brief moment of shock, you stay still, and you gulp at the sensation of gojo’s knuckles teasingly flutter against your neck. within that still moment, gojo was able to snap off the buttons in charge of closing your uniform’s top together with ease. naturally, your vest loosens, and the white button up you’re wearing inside peaks through. once more, your breath gets heavy. and it piques the interest of gojo in front of you even more.

“what are you doing?” you ask so sweetly—so innocently in gojo’s end. your hands try to close the buttons back up, getting conscious. “helping you clean and letting you cool down, duh!” gojo’s hands regress, sticky hands grab onto your outer uniform tighter, pulling it down until it’s crumpled up on your elbows. “‘s killing two birds with one stone.” he says, face too close. you feel his hair tickle your forehead with the way he’s leaning towards you eyes fixated down rather than in front of you. with your jaw going slack and face going hot, you quickly rush your hand to hide under his glasses, palm pushing tighter onto gojo’s eyelids when his hand squeezes on your shoulder.

in that moment of purely fluster, you realize gojo hasn’t moved. at that moment of broken composure, you forgot to remember some things. “you know,” your hand can feel the way gojo’s cheekbones contract as he—you assumes—smiles. “i can still see. even if you’re covering my eyes.” almost, you almost slap him. your still clothed breasts, with a faint stain of melted ice cream that has seeped through the first layer of fabric and onto the second—has been stared at by gojo for the past five minutes. “d-did you have to keep staring, then?!” your face is hot, your legs stiffly closed together under your table. “maybe?” from between his teeth, gojo sticks out his tongue as he grins.

taken aback by everything, you fail to feel the waving presence of gojo in front of you, then, a glob of white ice cream replaces the dollop of white hair that was once in front of you. “sorry, sorry.” even so the apology, gojo’s voice is still laced with amusement; his hand holding the cone obnoxiously swaying the ice cream side to side without care. like he wants it to melt and holler down back to your chest. “what do you want me to do with that?” you ask, the sweet treat getting closer to your lips by each word you speak. gojo only shrugs, not stopping until your mouth has been smothered with the cold temperature of the dessert.

suddenly, the wave of coolness disappears within an instant. instead, it’s replaced with gojo’s own lips. you dare not admit how soft it feels, or how if he pushed his body a little bit more onto yours, your mouth would’ve been so weak that it would open up just enough for his tongue to slip in and taste the rest of you. but somehow, your senses get a hold of you. and this time, you really were about to slap him—that is until his hand wrap around yours and nonchalantly holds them with a level of strength you struggle to be released with.

your breath is heavy as gojo’s tongue prods into your mouth. disgustingly so, it’s sweet. all of his essence is so, so disgustingly fucking sweet. his tongue is deep in your mouth, saliva of which you don’t even know is from trickles along the side of your chin, mixing in with the remains of the melted ice cream down on your neck. with a loud, needy release from your mouth, gojo pants along with you. you’re unable to speak, though. with the way his tongue is undying as it laps on your lips hungrily for every bit of stray sweetness, you’re in no shape to move an inch.

however, when gojo’s mouth roughly kisses down from your lips and follows the trail of melted spit and dairy to your neck and collarbones, you make an attempt to push him off. somewhere along the desperation of touch by gojo, his glasses falls on the ground, although you nor him spared the time to glance at anything other than the moment. you feel as though each push you project onto him, he places more of his body weight to you. you whine in each attempt of defeat, and with each whine slips out an undistinguishable moan from the back of your throat. your body naturally lets it out, continuously, too as gojo begins sucking on your neck, leaving pink bruises.

“so sweet, aren’t you?” with a voice so hoarse like that, you can’t seem to deny the way your nipples harden under your clothing anymore. “gojo,” you whine, eyes shut close as blood continues to rush up to your cheeks and stain. “no,” you whine again, head turning left and right with all your strength when you feel his tongue play lower than your collarbone.

“be a good girl and hold onto my shoulders for a bit, ‘kay?” you shouldn’t. god fucking knows you shouldn’t when the opportunity to distance yourself is right there. but alas, you obey. your hands weakly clutch on the fabric of gojo’s uniform—exactly on his shoulders, as he asked you to. your body and mind do not intersect into any agreement. your mind is telling you to use your strength to pull gojo away, to use your arms to do something that would retain your self respect. but your body? it can’t hear it—can’t understand it.

just like how gojo’s ears sign deaf when you whisper and choke on your own words trying to tell him to stop—to not go anywhere lower than your neck. after successfully undoing the buttons of your last remaining top, gojo’s fingers scoop up the last bit of ice cream that’s almost liquid on the table. you yelp out at the cold substance being massaged onto your breast, especially the nipple. “tastes better like this, i have to say.” gojo speaks like he’s ever had a hold of your tits before. his tongue is back with more fervor than you’d imagine. it flicks over one of your nipples, sucking loudly and groaning when the soft skin easily gets squeezed by his other hand.

you, are a different story. as gojo seems to bask in your melodic, repetitive moans of his name, you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes angrily as gojo’s pace is too far beyond enjoyable; layers of sweat accumulating on your skin, giving it an extra shine gojo is murmuring about. but even so, why did you not beg of him to stop? when did you forget to shake your head no after the first few times? even with gojo’s hands and mouth dissipating all the innocence on your body, even with his bite marks charring your skin with evidence of sin—why does your lower abdomen twist for more?

as your thighs subconsciously rub against one another along with your fingers gripping on gojo’s hair and shoulder so tightly—gojo’s phone rings—too loudly.

“fuck,” he clicks his tongue, licking one last stripe of whatever your breast has to offer and rises his head to give you one last deep kiss for you to feel the fleeting moments of his sore tongue. gojo takes the call right in front of your face, his lips swollen as his eyes are gazed in lust. “gotta take this mission, sweets.” gojo says, face morphing into a look of stoicism as he finds his disregarded glasses on the floor. gojo wipes some excess spit-mixed-with-dairy with his hand from your cheeks to suck in his mouth. you, being dumbfounded, is unable to say anything before gojo is near the open shoji already.

“gojo! are we not going to talk about this?? fuck that mission, please get back here and-” as if nothing ever happened, gojo beams a smile at you. red lips unwavering as he bids you farewell.

“i’ll buy ice cream again when i get back, then we can continue~ ah, but first, you should fix up. you might get cold next.” with a wink, he’s gone. leaving you in your heated, disheveled state: clothes crumpled all apart, hair disorganized, chest heaving with large breaths of hair—and all the possible things gojo has done to you.

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You WILL Have my Herbs 01

Diluc / Reader

Previous Chapters: Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6

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Summary: Listen you just wanted to pick some plants, do some experiments, find some cures, and report back to your mentor. Unfortunately a handsome vigilante puts you in his debt and now you have to fight him to let you make it up to him.

Chapter 1: A Fierce Shade of Red

When you’d first left your homeland to travel the land to further your knowledge as an apothecary, your family had warned you to be careful. Your mother had been vocally concerned, listing out many demands: write home regularly, do not stay out after dark for long, do not stray into uninhabited areas, among other things as well as a reluctance to even let you go.

Your father had been less vocal: a simple take care and watch out, but his demeanour gave away his concern that was typical for a parent.

Yes, they had warned you; and like many a child you had waved away their concerns as the ramblings of loving parents. Hence you’d heeded few of the suggestions and ignored many, as many of the herbs and flora you were interested in were in uninhabited forests. Which was how you found yourself in your current predicament.

You were on the outskirts of Mondstadt, which was absolutely an inhabited area, however you were outside the city walls. You’d been foraging some of the local flora, flitting from one clump of dandelions to another, and had been pushing off heading back into the city. Just let me grab this last thing, was what you’d thought to yourself for the last potentially hundred things you’d picked.

However there were not many people and you were well outside the knights’ view cone, which was probably why you were running into this fuzzy and ominous creature. Had it not had the air of something that could definitely kill you, you’d have found the creature rather cute: a beak-like mask, two bunny ears, a cute cloak, not to mention its fluffy… mane? hood? head-covering?

It let out an amused chuckle with its shrill voice and you were certain that your blood going cold was not because of the shield of ice it had summoned, but rather a physiological mechanism kicking in to redirect all your energies towards fleeing.

However you remained rooted, staring at this foreign specimen, wondering if you could potentially communicate with it. In your time in Mondstadt, you had heard rumors of a researcher who attempted negotiation with hilichurls after all. Perhaps you could take a page out of their book.

“H-hello!” Was your shaky start. “How do you do?”

The creature seemed to regard you from behind its shield, floating in a lackadaisical manner - that sure seemed fun and dandy. It was silent a while: either it didn’t understand you or this was the calm before the storm.

When it let out another ominous giggle that seemed to reverb and echo on its own, you feared it was the latter. Now would be a good time to run for your life you figured. And when that bunny eared menace waved its staff about you bolted.

You somehow managed to dodge the ice chunks that went flying your way. They were sharp and you feared a hit from one would be lethal. You could hear your things jostle around in your pack-damn that creature! All your precious herbs would likely be damaged from this! Caught up in your concern over the time you could potentially be losing thanks to your negligence you barely noticed the frost twinkling in the moonlight before the menace appeared before you, knocking you clean off your feet and, thankfully, onto your side (which meant less damage for your herbs).

Though you might not even live to use them. Given the absolutely unadorable creature seemed delighted to end you. 

You know what? You would live to use them! 

Somehow.

You’d barely stood up when the shield in front of you shattered, the monster at its yolk faceplanting into the grass. You’d barely blinked before flames consumed the creature whole, disintegrating it into black ashes that fluttered in the wind. A glint of metal caught your eye then, your brain vaguely registered a large sword before it also seemed to disintegrate.

You had no more than a moment to make out the overall shape of your savior: and all you really made out was a fierce shade of red so brilliant it seemed to blaze through the shadows of the night, before they were bolting away from you.

Ah! Say thank you! Before they’re out of earshot! “THANK YOU!” You felt your face heat up with embarrassment at both your volume and the way your voice cracked trying to achieve it.

You had no idea if they’d heard you, but hey you’d tried at least right? Plus points for effort and all that? You took a deep breath before noting some ley sprouts on the ground where the vanquished monster had fallen. You let out a huff of contempt before picking up the white twigs. That creature owed you as much with what it had put you through.

You didn’t bother putting them into your pack as you hurried into the city from the side entrance. You would not risk another one of those attacks.

Upon entering the city you kept your eyes peeled for any traces of your savior, but all you could make out were the off-key songs of drunks bumbling through the streets. You rolled your eyes at the inebriated fools as you hurried past a tavern.

-_-

Listen, you want to pretend that life continued on all good and dandy, however…

Well…the reality was that you’d been in a situation that put your life at risk, and that was a first for you. Had it not been for that person with bright hair, you’d likely be in a much more dire situation. Or dead.

Or dead.

Should you write your will?

You ought to rejoice that you hadn’t died, rather than panic about what would-have or could-have happened. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t come across monsters before, however that specific creature-you could still hear it’s ominous chuckles. You shivered violently at the memory, pulling the inn bedding tightly around you.

Sadly the attack had messed with you more than you wanted it to, thus you spent your day indoors. You tried to find solace by sorting through the herbs you’d nearly died over. You were pleased to find they were mostly okay, despite all your jostling last night.

Eventually you did have to leave the room to get food. Oh, if only you could photosynthesize as these herbs did, you would not have to venture into the dangerous city. Woe is you.

Jokes aside, the reality was a good meal would likely help stabilize you. Also some friendly company. Yes, company, another human or learned creature, that would not attack you, to help draw you out of your mental cave and into the light.

That was how you came into the company of Sir Kaeya. 

You headed to the local eatery, a humble establishment by the name of Good Hunter. You’d only just arrived when the strong scents of cooking made your stomach churn, your appetite immediately clamping up. It wasn’t that it smelled bad , no! Not at all! However your appetite had barely existed as the imposing anxiety worked your stomach into knots, and now faced with food, well…safe to say you were very tightly wound.

But!

You knew you needed to eat. Besides, the key to unlocking your appetite was a single bite right? So you just had to get through that first bite... 

…Somehow…

The chef there, Sara was her name-very sweet lady bless her, was very patient with you not knowing what to order. You’d sheepishly apologized for simply standing there reading the menu very slowly and considering your options, and she’d smiled and said to take your time as there was no rush.

However when you detected the presence of another customer behind you, you first flinched, reactively turned around to observe the sudden threat, before finally stepping to the side to allow them to order. That reaction was… suspicious to say the least. Most likely an observable effect of what had transpired last night. 

You heaved a heavy sigh, you’d be better off remaining in the city until you recalibrated yourself. You were in no state to immediately set out into the wilderness currently. But did you have enough funds to continue staying in the city?

“Need help making up your mind?” You jumped at the smooth voice that slashed through your thoughts.

You had a hand over your chest as you scrambled to regain your mental footing and maintain your breathing. You stiffened entirely when you heard a chuckle, “jumpy aren’t you? You wouldn’t be up to no good now, would you?”

That was when you managed to turn to look at the owner of the voice.

You instantly regret it. Or no you didn’t? But you did. You’re not sure. You know what? You should have just stayed at that inn and starved.

Standing before you was a man, a handsome man, a gorgeous man, a man intricately sculpted by a- focus

You hadn’t even had time to properly appreciate the complex texture of his lovely voice, however taking in his beauty? You were frozen under the avalanche of garbled half-thoughts.

He’sspicious of you. An eyepatch? Could he stop sneaking up on people? Isn’t he too close-no you’re imagining, You still haven’t ordered, You want to go home-no you don’t there’s still much to d- are you staring?

You took a deep breath. It’s fine. You were fine. You were perfectly innocent. You had nothing to hide.

Clearing your throat you answered in as calm a manner as you could, “w-why would you assume the worst of a person?” 

Bad response.

“One could say that your assumption reflects that you’re the one who is ‘up to no good.’”

Okay that response was better.

You could barely keep your eyes on his person, so you almost missed the way his visible eye crinkled in amusement. “Well why else would a young lady-a foreigner might I add-such as yourself, be so jumpy while trying to order from the gentle Sara of Good Hunter?”

You had to give it to him, it was a fair point. “Perhaps…perhaps I have a form of social anxiety!” You tried before continuing. “Or…or uhm as-as you said, these lands and this city are foreign to me, hence…I have a heightened alertness to my surroundings.”

“Oho?” His smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing in amusement. “Seems we have a clever one on our hands.”

You were displeased with that statement, and it showed on your face. You could feel it. That, and the obviously handsome man before you’s heightened amusement confirmed that your disapproval was clearly written on your face.

“Sir Kaeya stop intimidating the tourists in front of my restaurant! You’ll drive away business!” The cook scolded from behind the counter. 

The man laughed then, and it was an unfortunately pretty sound, “why nothing could ever possibly ruin the flavor of your cooking dear Sara.”

Wait… Sir Kaeya?

“You’re a knight?” Your expression neutralized into innocent curiosity.

“Ah yes, my apologies, allow me to introduce myself,” he turned back to you, standing at attention, “Kaeya, Knight of Favonius, on behalf of all the Knights, I wish you a pleasant stay here in Mondstadt.”

That was when you introduced yourself in return, giving your name and, “I’m an apothecary here to expand and further my knowledge, please let me know if I can be of assistance, I’d be happy to help.”

“Pray tell if that’s all you’re here for then why are you so jittery?”

He was a knight, so it would probably be wise to inform him of the creature that attacked you, so you did.

“I was attacked by a strange creature last night and only barely made it out alive,” You began.

That seemed to intrigue the man as his amused expression fell off his face, “strange creature you say?”

“Yes,” you huffed, “at first I thought it rather cute, what with its bunny ears and beaked mask and small stature and fuzzy mane,” you frowned, “however it was absolutely unadorable! Nothing cute about it! A malicious beast!”

“Say, did this creature happen to have an elemental shield around it?”

“Yes, one infused with cryo, in fact,” you confirmed, “is this creature familiar to you?”

“Where did you run into this creature?” 

“A little ways away from the,” you paused, turning your head in the general direction of the gate you remember re-entering from, then to the main gate, ”eastern? side? entrance to the city.”

That answer seemed to displease him, his pretty features pinching further, before his suspicious gaze fell on you again. 

When were you going to be free of his suspicion?

“How did you escape it?”

“I was rescued.”

“By whom?”

“I wish I knew, they ran off as soon as the creature perished.”

The knight paused humming in contemplation. Before he turned to look at you with an amusement that had chills clambering up your spine.

“You wouldn’t happen to remember anything about this savior of yours?”

“They used pyro?” You answered dumbly.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow at you, thoroughly entertained. “A pyro vision, most interesting.”

“Do you know them?” You asked eagerly.

“Fell in love, did you?”

You furrowed your brow, “ no ,” was your immediate response, “but I owe them proper thanks.”

“That all?”

“You still haven’t answered my question Sir Kaeya,” you eyed the man suspiciously. Hah-ha! It was your turn to be suspicious!

He let out a laugh then shrugged, “Mondstadt has quite the population, with multiple pyro users, it could be any one of them.”

He, once again, had a point. However there was something…

Your stomach grumbled before you could fully process that thought. His smirk was a lazy grin then, as he turned to Sara and added a vegetable soup to his order. 

“Won’t you dine with me?” He gave you a jovial smile.

He was handsome enough to fluster you, but you managed “But I haven’t ordered yet?”

“Well I’ve ordered you a vegetable soup for starters,” he gestured towards an empty table, “it’s gentle on the stomach and ought to ease you into eating a proper meal.”

“Oh,” you stared at your former interrogator, “thank you,” you paused, “I appreciate the gesture, however I cannot accept it, I’ll buy it myself.”

He let out a little chuckle at that, and flashed you his teeth, “very astute,” he nodded at you, seemingly pleased.

You paused and watched him for a moment - was he? Your nostrils flared with the air you puffed out of them. Thisy was a knight? “Well as you said, you have a clever one on your hands,” you rolled your eyes as you plopped yourself down in your seat unceremoniously.

Your disgruntlement seemed to amuse the knight further, as he gracefully took his seat. You tried to ignore the obvious way in which he was observing you. You had nothing to hide, but being observed with such intensity was still unnerving. It didn’t help that you hadn’t ever really been in a situation like this before. Most of the time your meals were had either alone, or in groups, or with men related to you. Never, never had a man invited you to dine with him.

Especially not one that looked like or spoke like Sir Kaeya.

Okay, so, you might know a few people who spoke like Sir Kaeya. But they didn’t possess nearly as much charm nor charisma nor…hmm…cunning? Perhaps? They didn’t seem as sharp as he did. And they definitely didn’t look as good.

You turned to stare blankly at the fountain to your right, your brain momentarily noting the man standing in it curiously, before your thoughts returned their previous train. Hadn’t Sir Kaeya invited you to dine with him as a pretense to continue his interrogation? Why hadn’t he asked you anything else?

You made the poor decision of glancing in his direction, making eye contact with the midnight haired man. You immediately looked away. Naturally.

Well if he didn’t have any questions, you sure did. You swallowed and turned back to face him, “Sir Kaeya, may I ask a question?”

He raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head, “go ahead.”

“That creature I ran into, are you familiar with it?” You suppressed a shudder at the memory - he noticed, probably, you didn’t do a good job of that if you were honest.

His expression was neutral as he regarded you, “yes,” he nodded, “that monster is known as an Abyss Mage.”

“I see.”

“There are different types that can use different elements,” he voluntarily supplied, to your surprise, “so you ought to be careful if you are adventuring.”

“Is there no way to negotiate with them?” You pressed.

“Perhaps there is,” Kaeya gestured languidly with an upturned palm leaning back in his seat, “they understand our language after all.”

“I see,” you thought back to the experience, “it just tried to kill me though, without talking to me.”

He laughed and sat up then, amusement twinkling in his eyes, “you attempted to negotiate with it?”

You started, indignated by his seeming-mockery. “I heard there’s a scholar in Mondstadt that is attempting to communicate with hilichurls, I thought perhaps I could attempt communication with that Abyss Mage!”

He laughed some more, obviously being entertained by you, much to your displeasure. However you weren’t sure how to voice your displeasure and settled for disengaged silence. It wasn't long after that when Sara placed your meals in front of you.

“The Fisherman’s Toast is on the house,” she smiled at you, “I couldn’t help but overhear what happened, and I don’t want you to feel unsafe every time you remember Mondstadt.”

You stared at the kind chef, who in the setting sunlight seemed to glow in an ethereal manner (or perhaps you were delirious after your nerves had been fried and not eating for the whole day). You opened and closed you mouth before your brain came back to you, “oh no I couldn’t possibly-”

“It’s fine, all I ask for in return is that you become a customer of mine!” She beamed at you.

“No but-” you tried, however…

“No buts! Once you’ve got an appetite, order something proper!” The cook grinned as she walked back to her stall.

You just stared after her, trying to figure out how to overcome this, you’d just denied Kaeya after all so you ought to-

“Why not just accept Sara’s hospitality?” The knight said as he took a bite of one of the skewers on his plate.

“No. But! Payment! Payment is due for services so that the business can continue,” you stammered out, “isn’t it because she provides such a kind service that I ought to pay her more?”

“Oh? Then why not just provide a generous tip to show your appreciation?”

You smiled at that, genuinely, “that’s a good idea, thank you!”

He chuckled as you slowly began to consume the soup, taking your time as you carefully listened to-well it was more like observed-the signals your stomach would send you. You’d had to sit back after forcing yourself through the first few spoonfuls.

Kaeya had raised an inquisitive brow when he observed you lean back in your seat, rather continue to eat. Out of habit-a bad habit, your mother would say-you preemptively provided him with an explanation: “I’m waiting for my stomach-appetite-uh…yeah.”

He nodded in understanding. You found waiting boring however, and you decided it was your turn to blatantly observe the man and see how much he liked being dissected. That didn’t last too long however; aside from being totally relaxed, a flicker of recognition passed over his face. That was curious, so you turned in your seat to look in the same direction as he was, your eyes flickered to the main gates, but didn’t see anything of note. What was he looking at?

When you turned back around he had a wry smile on his face. You heaved a sigh and slowly sipped a spoonful of soup. Of course, he’d used your observing him to his advantage. 

You found you could handle eating at a normal pace, and began to consistently go through your soup, pausing to nibble on the Fisherman’s Toast every once in a while.

“Sir Kaeya,” at the sound of his name he turned to you, at this point he’d finished eating his skewers and was simply keeping you company-which you appreciated if you were being honest, “I am looking into studying local herbs, and by extension herbal remedies, among other things to see if I can advance my knowledge.”

He regarded you as you tried to string your words together into a coherent inquiry, “so I was wondering if there were any resources here? Books? Medical professionals?”

He leaned back, gesturing behind him vaguely, “we have a library at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters,” his lip quirked up when you perked up noticeably, “I could escort you there.”

“I’d appreciate that greatly!” You smiled. “Thank you!”

“Of course,” he smiled easily, “you could also have a chat with Deaconess Barbara at the church as well. She’d be more than happy to discuss herbal remedies with you.”

You thanked the man again.

There was little drama when it came to paying for your meals. Little, because Kaeya did attempt to place you in his debt, however he failed. What he didn’t fail to do though was ruffle your feathers. The tall man looked plenty pleased with himself as he finally backed down. Sara also looked rather amused as well, and was absolutely beaming when you mentioned you’d be coming back to pick up food from her once you were done with the library. She was less amused when she realized how large your tip was though, but you’d made sure to put enough distance between you and her that she couldn’t return it.

With Sir Kaeya as your guide, you felt more at ease, taking in the sights of Mondstadt proper. It was a rather lovely city, with ivy growing on some of the buildings and- was that a crafting table?! Oh and it looked like there was an alchemist there too! You’d definitely be talking to him when you got the chance!

-_-

“This here is Miss Lisa, our librarian, feel free to ask her for help in the library,” Kaeya spoke as he placed a hand on your back and pushed you towards a lady dressed in rich purple garb.

“Kaeya, it’s past working hours,” said librarian complained as she looked up from the book she’d been reading. Upon spotting you, her eyes twinkled with something that resembled amusement, “oh? Who’s this cutie you’ve brought me?”

“A foreign apothecary looking to do some research on Mondstadt herbal remedies and medicine,” Kaeya grinned.

“Oh is that so?” She carefully closed her book and moved to stand up. “Right this way then.”

“Oh no! I wouldn’t want to be a bother, if you’re already closed-”

“We’re closed for Kaeya , the library is still open for you,” she chuckled, eyes crinkling, “you’re just going to have to be quick about it though cutie.”

The blue haired knight dismissed himself then, leaving with a huff and a, “make sure you return your books on time Miss Apothecary.”

With Kaeya’s familiar presence gone, you found your nerves renewed themselves. Especially in the presence of someone as regal and elegant as the librarian before you, and with a non-specific time limit. Nevertheless, Miss Lisa was really friendly, and very helpful. You quickly grabbed any books that seemed useful and hurried out so as to not keep her too long. 

It was completely dark now in Mondstadt, with the way the city was lit up, you’d think it was pretty. Y’know…if you hadn’t been attacked just outside it the other day. Either way, you hurried to Sara, talked to her a bit about what you felt like having, her giving you recommendations, and then you leaving with dinner and dessert.

-_-

You spent the next few weeks within the safe, homey walls of Mondstat proper. You’d slowly worked yourself outside of your room in the inn, and had become a relatively common sight in the Knights of Favonius library. When you weren’t in the library you could often be found at the Church of Favonius trying to talk to sister Barbara. Trying, because she was very popular. You’d considered leaving her be, you didn’t want to be a bother; however according to another sister there - Victoria was it?- Barbara seemed to be very happy to talk to you, which was why you persisted.

Barbara was too sweet for her own good, and very pleasantly odd. Her Chili drink was interesting, to say the least. The bright red of the drink reminded you of your savior, however you’d barely begin to formulate your inquiry when some member of her extensive fanclub would pop up, which usually led to a train of fans following. You’d tried waiting at a distance the first time, but realized it was a jolly waste of time and from then on made yourself scarce when her fanclub popped up.

Unless it was Albert. He was overly enthusiastic to the point of uncomfortable clinginess. You ought to brew up a laxative or something so that he’d be kept busy on his toilet at home, away from Barbara.

You were becoming increasingly acquainted with many different residents as a result of your stay. You talked to Sara about different ways to get the flavor out of different herbs and spices, as well as the commonly used local herbs-oh and if she knew about any of their benefits as well. She also gave you a couple of recipes after you and she would experiment with ideas together.

You were also becoming a regular for Miss Lisa’s tea time. It started with you picking up some snacks for her from Good Hunter and her offering you a cup of tea in return, and had progressed-actually no, it was still very much the same. If you were in the library during her tea time she’d send you out to get her snacks and then have tea with you. The only real difference was that you two talked more now. Well that and sometimes Lisa would manage to successfully rope the Acting Grandmaster into attending, which was how you met the fair Jean.

After meeting Jean, you started venturing out of Mondstadt a little, so as to collect some herbs to help brew something for the tired lady. Teas to help improve the quality of her sleep, others to boost her immune system, others to energize her or neutralize headaches.

You spent as little time as possible with the lady though. You didn’t want to get in the way of her work. Of course in doing so, you often forgot to ask her if she knew of a red-haired Pyro user. 

Oh you’d managed to ask Miss Lisa! Kind of. Not really… she had immediately become a bit of a gossip wondering if perhaps these could be the beginnings of a love story. You decided then not to ask her and leave it be.

Your constant presence in the knight’s headquarters (in the library) resulted in you also becoming more acquainted with Sir Kaeya. Turns out he was the cavalry captain . That explained why he seemed much more reliable than all the other knights you’d seen. It also explained his unnerving ability to draw information out of people.

He also had a penchant for drinking alcohol. Jean often commended him, and in the hopes of helping reduce her stress, you began digging through your research and books in hopes of finding ways to reduce or neutralize the damage the man did to his liver.

Most, if not all, the research generally suggested quitting and allowing your body to heal. These results were less than ideal to the blue haired captain.

You also had the pleasure of meeting the young “Spark Knight” Klee. Talking to her was hilariously more enlightening than talking to Timaeus the local alchemist. The little girl produced bombs that were highly effective against cryo. 

She was a generous little soul and when you promised not to use any of her bombs for evil she gave you a few, well, twelve if you’re to be exact. She made you promise to never ever ever hurt anyone with them or Jean would be mad. So you promised to never ever ever use them for anything that would hurt people. Armed with these deceptively cute little bombs, you felt much safer indeed. 

Of course she only gave them to you after you’d spent a whole week or so running around with her. You had wasted no time in providing her with a little notebook about helpful medical wildlife and how to use it. In fact that’s how the two of you kept busy. Of course you also went fish blasting in the lake, but you spent a lot of time foraging and at some point she explained a bit about how her bombs worked. It was fun overall, especially given that during the course of your time  together you’d added more notes as you learned more about Monstadt’s native flora. 

Anyway with these bombs you’d be ready to face those darned Abyss Mages if they ever showed their beaky faces-er masks? ever again! Or so you thought…

Or so you thought…

Yes. After finally overcoming your fears, and venturing out into the wilderness of Mondstadt to begin your field research: foraging and testing different combinations of herbs, you found yourself in yet another dangerous situation.

Isn’t that just lovely

Sir Kaeya had mentioned that different Abyss Mages used different elements. But he neglected to mention which elements. As it turns out, Pyro Abyss Mages existed. 

Isn’t that just great ? 

Perhaps that was just a given that Pyro Abyss Mages existed? After all, if a Cryo Mage exists it stands to reason that a Hydro Mage exists, or an Electro Mage, or even: a Pyro Mage. 

Yeah…

Yepp. It was totally a given that Pyro Abyss Mages existed. Just- urgh

Yet again, your attempt at negotiations had failed. They’d broken down before you’d even managed to start them.

All you wanted was to forage some weeds, make some medicine, and test them out. You didn’t pose a threat to these things-in fact you made sure to steer clear of them! You always made sure to avoid them. You still hadn’t used a single bomb that Klee had given you!

Yet here you were running for your life, again , and jostling your herbs in your pack again . To make matters even better , you had gotten knocked off your feet by a wild boar. A boar ! Of all things! And now, here you were, on your bum trying to figure out how to escape this mage that could set this whole woodland aflame and you with it.

“I’m clearly running away from you,” you mustered all your frustration to turn it into some kind of courage, “I ob-obviously mean you n-no harm!”

Sir Kaeya said they understood your language. That meant you could convince it to spare you peacefully right? When it let out a gleeful laugh and started dancing around behind its pyro shield you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe they didn’t really understand you. Maybe that was just a theory.

Your lips pulled into a sardonic smile despite yourself.

Gosh wouldn’t it be so convenient if you had the ability to defend yourself in this situation?

In the moment you looked away to plan your escape you heard a blood curdling shriek. Turning back to the Abyss Mage you saw a thick, thorny, vine had torn through its shield, and then through the mage itself. You watched the creature disintegrate, dropping ley branches yet again.

You looked around, trying to spot who or what had killed the menace. All you saw were trees though. Just trees and bushes and more trees. You let out a quiet exhale, fearful another threat was nearby. When you inhaled again you learned how much the boar hurtling into you had affected you. 

It hurt to breathe.

Ah an injury to your chest. Excellent. Just what you needed while this far out from Mondstadt.

At least you were alive, you supposed. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position slowly, and that was when something seemingly slipped down your chest into your lap. Hold on-

Could it be?

You picked up the little green orb, pulling it up to your face to observe it. It had a dendro mark, and it was placed within a metallic frame resembling the one you often saw encasing visions back in your homeland.

Was that what this was? You turned it over in disbelief, brows furrowing. Was this yours

Wow…You had a vision now. You had… a vision…

You blinked twice. 

You had a vision? 

Again, you blinked at the sphere in confusion. Or was it disbelief? Truthfully you should have probably have been more excited. After all, you had a friend back home who made it very clear just how visionless you were before. Real insensitive sometimes, that guy.Anyway! This was a momentous event and not that many people got to experience it. However with all that had happened to you that day, you had to say your nerves were likely fried. All you really could think about was how tired you were beginning to feel, and how essential it was for you to find shelter as quickly as possible.

So you stood up and waded your way through the wood. Not too long after though, the clouds decided that now would be a perfectly good time to irrigate the land. Reminding you that finding shelter as quickly as possible would be an excellent idea. 

Yes, yes, find shelter as quickly as possible. What a nice goal to have. It was made easier by the sudden downpour. You would have preferred this downpour to have been present earlier when you were at the mercy of that Pyro Mage, but no matter. It was thanks to the harrowing ordeal that you now had a vision in your possession. 

You were thankful for the abundance of trees in your vicinity, and wasted little time running under one. You didn’t want your pack to get soaked after all. It was mostly water resistant, being leather and all, but still better safe than sorry?

Oh yeah, and it would be really inconvenient to get a cold now.

With that thought in mind, you dug through the pack in search of your umbrella. You’d read in some adventurer’s handbook that umbrellas were absolutely essential, and had purchased one for your travels. You didn’t find it inside your pack. That made sense! You usually had it attached to one of the straps on the sides-

Oh. 

There it was!

All burnt…

and charred…

But hey maybe it was still useful!

You forced it open. It had been severely, let’s say dent , during your, uh scuffle with that Abyss Mage. There were also massive gaping holes in the canopy.

You hadn’t even gotten your mora’s worth out of it yet!

You swallowed thickly, all the moisture in your throat evaporating with the heat of your emotions. Your next swallow was even more laborious, and breathing? Near excruciatingly painful. Thick, hot, salty blobs mixed in with the rain on your face as your emotions caught up with you. It was truly frustrating.

You hated that Abyss Mage. Your frustration possessed your arm,  aggressively slamming the umbrella into the ground. Wasn’t it great that you’d been the one to end that thing’s miserable existence?

You shuddered at the thought, bile rising up your throat. You were quick to force it back down. Your waterskin was unaffected from earlier, thankfully, and you guzzled your emotions down. Looking into the distance you saw a rather large building, its windows alight. Seems like that would have to be your shelter until the rain let up.

Well it was a rather large building, so perhaps it was an inn? It had a really nice garden surrounding it-no wait, just in front of it-as well. Though its location was rather strange: situated in what seemed to be the middle of the forest, with no other buildings nearby. 

Maybe it wasn’t an inn.

Maybe, maybe you should steer clear of this building. For all you knew, you were safer out here, under this tree. A cold gust swept through the forest, blowing some of the rain onto you.

Or perhaps you should take a risk and see if the residents don’t murder you.

Realistically speaking, if you did get sick, there was a chance of surviving and continuing to live. However, if you were to be murdered by the residents of that building over there, well…safe to say you would not continue to live.

Another gust of wind blew over the land, taking with it your already dwindling body heat. You shook away your thoughts. It wouldn’t do to assume the worst of people. Besides, you still had your Klee-bombs! Luckily they were waterproof! That’s what Klee had told you. Meaning even if they did get wet from you walking around in this rain, they’d still be useful.

Factoring that into your decision, it would be wisest to try your luck with that perhaps-inn. That way you could avoid getting sick at least. You were prepared for the worst…in a sense. You were just paranoid at this point. Risking death twice would do that to a person, you supposed.  

You picked up your destroyed umbrella from the ground - you knew better than to litter! Then taking a deep, albeit painful breath you sprinted (kind of) from under the cover of your tree to another one nearby.

Thus you continued your trek towards the maybe-inn, moving from tree to tree, to limit your exposure to the rain. Though in the last leg of your trek you were left without cover. You stood under the eave of the building, hesitating only a moment before you steeled your nerves and knocked on the door.

You waited a bit, but received no response. You chewed on your tongue a bit as another gust of wind blew against you. Your teeth were starting to chatter, and with a little more desperation you knocked on the door again.

This time the door swung open revealing a rather gentle looking young brunette. You blinked awkwardly at her - you hadn’t thought about what you were going to say.

“Uhm..” you started, your smile nothing short of sheepish.

“Oh dear, you must be freezing,” she spoke, reaching out and pulling you into the warm building, “here sit by the fire and I’ll fetch you some tea.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” you blinked, as she pushed you into a seat by the hearth.

You could hear her call for a towel and blanket before she zipped over to what you assumed was the kitchen. You simply sat in silence enjoying the warmth of the hearth. Well, as much as you could enjoy it. You fidgeted with your feet, bouncing your legs a bit, both from the cold and from the awkwardness. 

You made sure to properly thank the lady that brought you the towel and blanket and apologize for the inconvenience. She quickly dismissed your concerns and walked away to continue with whatever she’d been busy with prior to your arrival. That was when you noticed the uniform: a maid.

So perhaps this was an inn?

Thankfully the lady that let you in returned with a steaming mug of tea just in time for you to inquire after the nature of the place you were in, after you made sure to thank her for her hospitality, you had manners after all.

“Is this an inn?” You asked her as you hugged the mug she’d offered you close to your chest. The warmth seeped through your clothes and eased some of the soreness you felt after being run over earlier.

“Not at all,” she had an amused look on her face as she answered, “you’re currently at the Dawn Winery.”

“Oh,” you felt your eyes widen in surprise, “uhm, I’ll be going as soon as the rain lets up, I hope that won’t cause too much of an inconvenience,” your brain started working again, when you inhaled you tried not to let the pain show on your face, “or if I could purchase an umbrella from you all, I could get going right this instant.”

“Oh no no you’re no inconvenience at all,” the lady’s smile brightened, “I couldn’t possibly let you go back out into that storm in good conscience.”

“O-okay,” you shrunk on yourself, “I-I’m an apothecary, please let me know if you have any ailments and I’ll gladly help!”

She huffed a little laugh then, eyes twinkling with something borderline mischievous, “hmm, I’ll think I’ll take you up on that offer. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything while you’re here.”

“T-thank you! Uhm Miss-”

“Adelinde.”

“Thank you Miss Adelinde,” you smiled, hoping your nerves didn’t show too clearly, before giving her your name in return.

She nodded at you in acknowledgement before walking away to continue with her own tasks. Left to your own devices, you slipped your shoes off to curl into the blanket. You wafted some of the steam from the tea, and upon confirming nothing smelled off, you took a sip.

Well, poison could be neutralized, all you could hope was that it wasn’t laced with something that would cause you to lose consciousness.

Could you stop with the negative thoughts?

You shifted the blanket around to re-expose the parts of your outfit that were wet from the rain to the fire. You bit down on your lip. Moving around still hurt - you absolutely would be returning to Mondstadt proper the moment this rain lets up. Though you needed your clothes to be dry for when you went back out into the wild. You took another sip of the tea, enjoying the way it warmed you up and continued to stare blankly at the fire.

Speaking of fire, with some difficulty you reached into your pack and pulled out your new treasure. Holding it in your palm you simply stared at it blankly. You would need to learn how to use it. Perhaps when you head back to Mondstadt you could ask Miss Lisa. She was rather knowledgeable after all.

You were deep in your head when the sound of the door busting open had you jumping. Whipping your head towards the source of the noise a rather fierce, rather familiar shade of red blazed at you.

The same red that had rescued you from your first encounter with an Abyss Mage all those weeks ago.

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #diluc x you #diluc fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #kaeya alberich #lisa genshin impact

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hiii I just finished binging Reunited and I love ur writing💜. You write Illumi so well. I was looking at your blog and saw ur taking requests for Kite. Could you write about him getting jealous and possessive over reader? He’s been in love wit the reader and everyone can see but her. It ends with him confessing and there’s a happy ending. There’s no rush at all💖

Getting the girl

Kite x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: thank you for reading my works, I appreciate it so much! I hope you enjoy this!

warnings: possessive behavior, jealousy, but overall fluffy and sweet

You have always been a little dense, but it was something Kite had come to appreciate. You seemed to just radiate a soft, kind aura that drew people close to you. It’s how Kite fell in love with you, and he really did enjoy your presence.

But it also meant you drew other people in as well, and that? Kite didn’t like that so much.

The two of you were sitting together at bar, his team celebrating a job well done.

“Can I buy the pretty lady another drink?”

The two of you glanced up to see a man smiling, hovering over you. You smile politely, though with Kites keen eye, he can see it’s strained.

“No thank you, have a nice night!”

The man huffed, walking off. Before you could laugh it off, you feel Kite’s arm wrap around your waist, the tall, thin man pulling you flush against him. “Kite?”

He didn’t speak, his eyes following the man as he left before Kite glanced around the bar, sending a look at each poor so just so happening to look at you.

“I hate it when people come up to you, looking at you like you’re a piece of meat.” he says softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’re so much more than your body…”

Your face heats up slightly, and you reach you to affectionately pat his cheek. “You’re so sweet, Kite!”

A few weeks later, the two of you were walking around town, doing some minor shopping for the next expedition you’d be leaving for the next day.

“Hey there, you single?”

You hold onto Kite’s hand a little tighter. This man came up behind you, lowly whistling before circling to face you. “I’m single, but I’m not interested.”

The man’s face turns from a flirty one to an expression of rage. “You bitch, you’re not all that!”

Kite pulls you behind him, pushing the man back when he attempts to lunge at you. “She’s not interested, leave before I get pissed off.”

You’re a little shaken after this, and he buys you an ice cream cone to help cheer you up a little. “Kite, you’re the only man that has never been disgusting towards me… you’re so precious to me.”

“(Name)…”

Kite leaned forward, cupping your cheek. “(Name), please… listen to me.”

His lips met yours, and you swoon when he pulls you close. “I love you, (Name). I hate when other men lust after you, I want you to be mine and mine alone.”

Instead of answering immediately, you pull him back in for another kiss, smiling.

“Kite… I’ve always been yours. I love you too.”

The two of you decided that day would be your first date, and stayed in the ice cream shop, trying different flavors and sharing sweet kisses.

#x reader #anime x reader #headcanon #requests open #reader insert #hxh x reader #hxh imagines #smut requests #hunter x hunter x reader #kite x reader #kite hcs #kite smut #kite hunter x hunter #kite hxh #anime x chubby reader #chubby!reader #chubby reader #fem reader #female reader #fem!reader #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter headcanons #hxh #hxh hcs #hxh headcanons

[riseofamoonycake]

Hi Luna! How are you? I know I sent a request recently, but if it's okay, could I ask for some drabbles or headcanons for Mama Eve and Papa Adam meeting their beloved child's s/o? (reader can be gn ^^)

You can choose the human or god that reader dates! Feel free to add as many characters as you want ;>

Remember to drink water and take care of yourself correctly!!

Xoxo~ ❤️💖💕🌹🌷💐🌙✨

I've really had my fun doing it, ehehehe, especially imagining Papa Adam watching is precious child unexpectadly (more or less) taking home someone. Did you hear his heart shattering? Yes, yes, now go to Papa and hold him tightly.

AND LET'S BE CLEAR: EVE WILL BE THE FIRST ONE TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVER. Adam needs to take his time in these things, so... leave him alone for a while, let him cry, and be hopeful.

Confucius

This ball of sunshine is loved and welcomed in the family as soon as he enters the door: he smiles, showing all his cheerfulness and sweet attitude as his voice explodes in greeting, and Eve stares at him initially with surprise, then with heart eyes and lots of tears of joy while she crushes you in a hug.

The next second, Eve steals him away and starts showing him around the house, while Adam remains still in his place, his expression blank as he stares at you, his heart broken and a tear in the corner of his eye. Dad doesn't trust anyone easily, so he will have a… beautiful?, surely loooong chit chat with your boyfriend, to make sure he understands the rules of the house.

In the end, but truly in the end, he agrees that Confucius is a good, respectful person who will know how to love you deeply.

Never like your father, though.

Kojiro Sasaki

Only one question arises in Adam's head as soon as he sees Kojiro: isn't he a little too old for you? He keeps staring at him in disbelief, wondering why you choose a granny to bring home; then, he listens to him speak, watches him smile and laugh, witnesses his wisdom and clumsiness, and observes the kindness and respect with which he treats you: and understands that there is more than one reason why you chose him. Dad approves.

As for Eve, she shares her husband's initial thoughts; then, as soon as Kojiro smiles at her, she understands his soul in an instant and immediately welcomes him with warmth, happy that you have found such a person.

In the end, they both like Kojiro a lot.

Shiva

At first, Adam believes that you had a serious accident and hit your head, because… why. Why such a choice, why a god - not a man, A GOD - so chaotic, so confusing, so laid back… and moreover with three wives! WHY. More than once Eve has to calm him down and speak in defense of Shiva, without managing to convince Adam, but at least keeping him still.

In the end, when they both see how Shiva turns out to have a huge heart and care so much about you, how his wives adore you and have already welcomed you into the family and, not least, thanks to a long mediation speech from Rudra, both Adam and Eve calm down and reevaluate the matter. More quickly Eve, with caution and still some doubts Adam.

However, your happiness always comes before his perplexities, so don't be afraid, be happy with your love, and dad and mom will be happy too.

Loki

No rights for this god. NO RIGHTS AT ALL.

He is literally banned from your house after one minute, even Eve can't mediate with Adam, because she is totally scared by this gremlin.

Also, everytime dad sees Loki, he chases him, pulling whatever he has in his hand, be it a pine cone or an entire set of knives. He doesn't hear excuses about this: never, ever will his child have an affair with someone like Loki, the god will have to pass over his corpse to have you (dad Adam, don't say it too loudly, please…)

Marie Curie

How can you remain indifferent to someone as tender, cute, caring and kind as MARIE CURIE??? She is a cupcake. She is the sweetness in person. She is the one, the right one, for you.

Adam can't help smiling whenever he sees this ray of sun and giggles everytime he hears her voice, and Eve adores her after just a second of knowing and gladly answer at all the questions Mary does, looking at everything in awe. Complete perfection.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror shiva #snv shiva #ror loki #shiva ror #shiva snv #shuumatsu no valkyrie shiva #shiva record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok shiva #snv loki #record of ragnarok loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie loki #ror adam #snv adam #record of ragnarok adam #ror eve #snv confucius #ror confucius #record of ragnarok confucius #ror kojiro sasaki #ror kojiro #snv kojiro #record of ragnarok kojiro #shuumatsu no valkyrie kojiro #snv marie curie #ror marie curie

[itgirlgyu]

COLGATE CRUSH | choi beomgyu.

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader ft. huening kai.

genre: fluff, crack.

summary : because of your undeniable curiousity, and lack of survival instincts you end up meeting the junoesque artist, choi beomgyu, and his oddities.

word count: 1.4k.

warnings: illogical made up professions, there's some violence (one line), reader is very curious, beomgyu thinks he got rizz.

"this is how i might end up dead someday."

you had no concrete idea how you found yourself in front of a building undergoing construction; especially when it looked like there might have been a case of aggravated assault etching the history of the eerie institution.

the very first thing that you can recollect was probably the chime of the ice cream man that lured you into an empty alley lined up by the blossoms blessed by spring, and the gentle breeze of nonage, and once you had got your hands on the vanilla cone, you kept wondering into the strange place. curious eyes marveling the unfamiliarity of the street, until of course you found yourself standing in front of the said building.

'if i see no sign from the heavens preventing me from entering this sketchy building then I'll probably still be alive,' is what you thought right before you nearly got trampled by two idiots in a razor scooter with one of them holding a giant rock in his hands, yelling some things along the lines of, "ill bash his head in with this!"

you may have been lucky enough to get your feet trampled over that death vehicle, but that was not the case for another person walking along the road. the man, victim, laid on the floor while holding his feet as some brilliantly colorful curse words flew over his mouth and the two offenders, standing there while profusely apologized to the man.

this would have been a supposed sign from god if you were gifted with the blessings of being self aware—but since that had not been the case for you, along with the fact that your bad luck had bled onto the other person— you were pretty sure of the fact that instead of warning you of any impending danger that awaited you depending on your action, has been warded off successfully.

so you step inside of the damned property; breaking off the sheath of protection, and entering the land of foreign, filled with nothing but cement, and broken debris of bricks. there had been nothing new to explore, plus the added anxiety of hurting yourself at every step increased the pace of your heartbeat; and you couldn't deny the fact that it didn't excite you.

amongst the mucronate end of iron rods sticking out, and half made walls your eyes captured something—a single panel of windows installed. it intrigued you as you approached it cautiously, stepping over the sharp objects laid on the dirty floor, your eyes focused on the peculiar scratching on the glass. the crack swirling into an enchanting ornate design as if it had been crafted by hands, and not born out of a misjudged trifling accident. the broken rays of sun streaming through the gaps of the cracks casting a riveting image onto the floor with you as its muse, compelling you to move closer to learn more about it's unrivaled individuality.

"its so beautiful," you couldn't help but wonder out loud, as your fingers dipped into the clementine shadow the drowning sun casted onto your fingers through the art before you, carefully enough not to go close to the sharp edges of the charmer.

"isn't it?" you twirled around almost immediately to the owner of the voice, and maybe turning around that fast might have not been the best idea as your lungs empty the air out of your system—or that might have been the breathtaking beauty of the mystery man before you with the healthiest long hair you've ever seen, and the most precious lips.

"uh-" you paused, words failing you as you fumbled in front of the beautiful stranger, but maybe the god was actually on your side today. instead of scowling at you for trespassing, or coming off as a creep, he actually laughed at your awestruck expression, as he slightly adjusted his bangs. alluring bruises, and adorable band aids covering the expanse of his winsome hands stirring awake the incessant need to know about the beautiful stranger before you.

maybe his eyes caught the way your gaze followed the movement of his hands, and he somehow smelled of your curiosity as he put on a bewitching smirk, and took a step closer.

"I'm beomgyu, i actually am a professional window scratcher." the beautiful stranger, beomgyu, introduced himself, putting forth his hand for you to shake. you gently put your hands in his, providing him with the confidence to sneak in a squeeze before he lets go.

there's exactly two thoughts swirling in your head: first was the pride that swelled in your heart for recognising art when you first saw it. you're just one step away from becoming the next best socialite at this rate, and the second one was the fact you were almost flirting with one of the prettiest men you've ever come across who is actually the creator of the art as well!

"you-" you stumbled on your words as your eyes widen to hide your excitement—calming the high pitch in your voice you turned around to point to the art, and face him, " you made this?"

beomgyu nodded, the halcyon lines of his eyes tugging at the ends of his lips, as the cheeky smirk melted into a smile dipped in fondness. unbeknownst to the both of you, he took another step closer to you.

"oh i forgot to introduce myself," you chided yourself, and gave him your name.

"that's a pretty name," he commented, "for a pretty girl."

you could assume that he had the full view of your blushing cheeks by the way his lips tugged at the corner. you tried to hush away all the butterflies that started to emerge into your stomach at his silly comments you know he doesn't even mean.

"im being truthful, you're the most beautiful girl I've laid my eyes on," He comes in closer, and closer—until there's only a shy line of invisible distance between the two of you, taunting you for it's presence. even though it feels wrong, you feel like it's the right thing to do, so you look up at his starry eyes, through your eyelashes to show your approval.

words held not much of importance of the strings of your heart tangled, and you could feel beomgyu tugging yours as he gently grabbed the sides of your lips and pulled you close to him.

what you had not expected from this comely artist to have the stinkiest breath that you ever had the misfortune to smell. you tried your best to hold your breath as he moved closer to you. the unbearable stench of filth assaulted the inside of your nostrils—you could hear the sizzle of your nose hair burning off in the acidic smell of his breath—but you persisted for your new found love, well until he opened his mouth, that's when the world blacked out as the lack of oxygen, and the insufferable smell of his mouth knocked you out of consciousness, and to some degree, your misery.

"if you're afraid to come closer to your loved one because of the fear of something like this happening," huening kai, korea's best mc appeared into the camera holding a mic to his mouth, as he pointed at your unconscious self, and a hyperventilating beomgyu holding your pinky with his own as he cried your name, praying for you to wake up.

"don't worry because we have the perfect solution!" huening kai held up a packet of colgate next to his face, staring straight into the camera with a grin with a similar voidity of the black hole—might not be wholesome but at least it sucks you in!

"colgate—no need to be afraid to fall in love!" huening kai explained, and threw the packet at beomgyu, who caught it and brushed his teeth immediately. as soon as the paste touched his teeth, it's as if life was breathed into you by some miraculous spells. your body jolting forward, as you lovingly gazed at beomgyu and the foam in his mouth, almost dripping as he shook in happiness to see you conscious. you giggled at his excitement, and scooped some of the foam that was holding onto it's life by his chin and put it back into his teeth.

"i was so scared of losing you," beomgyu cried out, splattering you with the foam, but you didn't mind as his minty fresh love coated your skin. coloring you ivory in his love—this time you closed the gap between you two and smelled the scent of love directly from the source.

" i will never leave you."

"curating love stories all around!" huening kai yelled, holding up the the colgate as he wiggled his squatted body to come to the center of the camera in order to block you and beomgyu, "colgate!"

"AND THAT'S A WRAP!"

NOꕀT. ִֶָ E : COLGATE SPONSOR ME?!?!!?

i know ive been awfully ia that's why i really wanted to comeback with a writing as awful as this,, but this idea! is so dear to heart because my favourite writer and my best friend came up with this and i just had to write it!! sometimes ill get her on tumblr one day for sure!!! PS the pedestrian the two dumbasses ran over was yeonjun, and the two dumbasses were soobin and taehyun. taehyun being the one with the big ass rock.

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©ITGIRLGYU—feedbacks are so so so appreciated and ill love you forever!!

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[pix3lplays]

Remember that light cone where Serval is protecting baby Geppy? Yea these siblings live in my head rent free they are just so cute

Well my brain just had a thought that what if Gepard had a crush on florist!Reader and went to Serval for advice. Just a thought I had cuz my little brother came up to me today and asked me for advice to ask his crush out.

I LOVE that light cone, it’s on my Gepard hehe

How sweet is that?? Let’s do it, I love this.

And HOW PERFECT, a Florist reader for Geppie?? Because you’d both like to raise flowers???? Precious.

-Gepard has a crush on florist!reader, goes to Serval for advice-

Serval’s advice…was better suited for a different type of man than her little brother, Gepard. Her advice? Flirt. Flirt like his life depended on it. Well. Gepard doesn’t really know how to flirt, so Serval gives him a few lines to try out on you. She wasn’t confident her little brother could pull it off though…oh well, at least he was willing to try, right? … Gepard enters your cute little shop, the reddest he’s ever been, when you approach him and ask how he’s doing and if he could use any help finding anything. To which he responds with…a cheesy cheesy CHEESY pickup line. One that makes you laugh out loud and ask him if he was being serious. To which he responds by nodding, turning a whole new shade of red, and trying another one. “Are you…trying to ask me out?” you finally ask, tending to your flowers while the two of you talk. He nods awkwardly, clears his throat. “My sister suggested the pickup lines…for that, I apologize…” “No, it’s alright, they were…cute,” you conclude with a smile. “I’ll gladly go on a date with you…” “Really?” he asks, genuinely surprised. “Sure, why wouldn’t I? You seem nice, and you’re certainly funny,” you chuckle, and he reddens just a little bit more, adjusting the collar of his shirt nervously. “Thank you…yes, let’s…let’s go on a date sometime soon…” And the two of you exchange numbers, he buys a couple of flower seeds, and a few weeks later you receive a beautiful bouquet in the mail from a certain Gepard Landau.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Hsr Gepard x reader #honkai star rail Gepard x reader

[sexlapis]

autumns with toji

♡ : toji x gn! reader

. contents : headcanons, profanity, fluff, halloween, petnames, soft toji!

.. how you & toji spend the autumn together

… a/n : this is not proofread i just wanted to babble abt autumn toji ♡

masterlists

toji takes you on peaceful walks in the forest. the trees are just so beautiful & vibrant & you love it very much!

toji takes pictures of you when you’re in the as well, you just look so happy in nature. he keeps the pictures to admire them later on.

and toji just looks so hot in autumn…his wardrobe consists of red & green flannels, turtlenecks, woolly denim & suede jackets, timberland boots, black beanies…& his hair has grown out slightly all the way down to his chin…n he has visible stubble…he’s so father fr…anyway.

you both go lead hunting for all the possible colours of leaves

you like to collect conkers & pine cones. you give them to toji & he gladly accepts accepts them, putting them all in a box for safekeeping

toji loves camping. so he makes a lil camp in yalls big backyard with a fire and everything. you’re both cuddled around the fire pit making s’mores. toji looks at you with heart eyes because you’re just so damn precious, wearing one of his red flannels & looking so cute and he just gives you kisses🥺

afterwards you both go inside. toji makes you both some tea and he puts on a movie in the big projector you have in your shared room (the movie is fantastic mr fox ♡) & you both cuddle as you watch it. you obviously fall asleep halfway through. toji’s heart beats out of chest at the sight & he turns the movie off before falling asleep himself.

after seeing a hedgehog in the garden, you wanted to build it a house. toji being the handyman he is obviously helped you build it! (and by helped i mean he built the entire thing & you just watched him because 1. you didn’t know what you were doing & 2. toji looks sexy when he builds things). when finished you put the house outside in the garden, with hedgehog food.

you check on the house everyday until you finally see the little, cute hedgehog in the house. you nearly squeal as you run to tell toji & drag him outside. now you’re both just crouched on the ground looks at the adorable hedgehog. toji admits its a cute kinda ugly thing.

your dumbass tries to touch it and you end up hurting yourself & almost scaring the poor hedgehog away. toji flicks your head for being stupid (but checks if your injured anyway)

you both find the best cafes in your city & simply buy pastries & relax at the cafes for hours on end.

you both go apple picking annually every autumn. you try & get the best ones! toji is there to pick the apples from branches higher up where you can’t reach & give them to you. you make the sweetest apple pie together with them along with homemade ice cream

you both go to a pumpkin patch to pick out the best pumpkin for halloween. toji does not give a shit about the holiday & is only doing it because he loves you

you: “toji which one should we get? this one or that one” toji: “???kid, they’re all the fuckin’ same?”

you end up getting 5 pumpkins

you ask toji to carve a pumpkin & he is surprisingly talented in the art department? he carves out your favourite animated characters and it’s literally amazing while your pumpkin just has two squares for eyes and barely a mouth.

toji reassured you & tells you that your pumpkin is absolutely lovely (it’s not it’s really shit but he think it’s cute how bad you are at carving a pumpkin+ the way you beam at his praise makes him happy)

you both give out candy for the trick or treaters & you get many compliments on toji’s amazing pumpkins! (toji claims it’s your pumpkin that everyone likes)

you ask toji to dress up for halloween & he reluctantly gives in.

you dress up as a cute witch & he, being the menace he is, dresses up as jason vooheres to scare the trick or treaters

he laughs at the kids when they get scared 💀

but toji isn’t an evil man so he takes off his mask to not be so scary & smiles softly kids trick or treating ♡ the sight makes you melt

pls i love autumn toji sm..!!

#toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji fluff #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji x you #toji fushiguro imagine #toji headcanons #toji fushiguro headcanons #toji imagine #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x gender neutral reader #toji x gn!reader

[bryverros]

okay, i've watched the episode 3 for the first time, and i'm going to piece all of my thoughts on it into one post because i need to get it out of my system (i wont, but i can certainly try)!!! :D spoilers for ep3 (and the books? ish? ) ofc, but here goes

positive things:

baby percabeth <333 the dynamics was AMAZING; walker and leahs chemistry is so brilliant, the constant bickering absolutely had me wheezing the entire episode. also, some things they bickered about were actually like, meaningful (the conversation in the new jersey woods)

medusa. 1) mother!!!? 2) i absolutely loved what they did to her, this actually tragic perspective on her character was so refreshing. fpr a moment there, i actually believed they would let her live in peace. because her opinions were kind of very real up to the point where she tried to murder them all, but ig i can support women's wrongs. also, her outfit was like real cool, i absolutely could end up drawing her.

GROVER!!!!! i actually love him so so much, and aryan's portrayal is so precious to me. i really can relate to grover's character to an extent and i felt a huge connection to the scene where he found his uncle. i also actually almost cried there when he asked annabeth and percy to stop arguing and they just continued. felt very validated when he actually spoke up and got his point across!!

the attic scene was hilarious as hell. 10/10

a LOT of percy lines that were like absolutely hilarious. "the most powerful being's in the universe best idea to save his daughter's life was to…. turn her into a.... tree? :/" "she met a pine cone's fate" "i'd call my father but we aren't exactly on speaking terms. yk, bc the life long neglect and all" and the absolutely iconic let's send medusa's head to the gods, it's like reused batteries!!! let's return this shit, they should be honored!!!! walker's portrayal of percy is so spot on

annabeth was really going through it in this episode. she was so "i am right you are wrong" (and she IS right) in this episode, and her fatal flaw is really showing. really liked the comparison between her & medusa

positive things in a bigger picture that i am personally hurt by, so i'm going to complain:

percy & luke's relationship. GOODBYE. they really don't have to do this to me, their bond is so precious, i am going to be so heartbroken :/

sorry:

hermes. lin manuel miranda. i can't believe i'm saying this, but what a good cast for hermes. like, makes you REALLY hate the guy. he's so punchable. i want to punch him SO bad. you go luke, show your father (lin manuel miranda) what he gets for not paying child support. also, that delivery service outfit was the uugliest shit i've encountered, is bro a god even. he also found a way to sing.....

#i'd keep going but im really sleepy to review this post and see if i missed anything #so there goes #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo spoilers #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #annabeth chase #grover underwood

[neverwasreddie]

“Incoming, Spaghetti-o.”

Eddie’s barely though the door, his hands still tugging at the scarf looped around his neck, before Richie is chucking the crudely wrapped box at his chest. His hands are shaking so badly it’s a wonder his aim is as on-target as it is.

Eddie, on the other hand, whose hands are still gloved up, is not as dexterous. “Rich!” he yelps, fumbling with the package. “Warn a guy, c’mon!” 

Richie mourns all the vines he knows are sitting unopened in Eddie’s inbox, because it’s the perfect moment for an I could’ve dropped my croissant! reference, but he lets it slide for now, snatching the gift away from Eddie so he can properly disrobe. 

Or at least take off his winter gear. Richie doubts he’ll ever get a chance to see Eddie fully disrobe in front of him, but hey, a guy can dream. 

“Sorry,” he says lightly, shoving the box into Eddie’s hands as soon as he’s carefully placed his coat, hat, mittens, and scarf into their (their!) coat closet. “Take two.” 

“We said no presents this year, you dingus, I would’ve gotten you something nice --”

“Don’t complain until you opened it, man, it’s a handmade Tozier original.”

“So patented, name-brand trash?” Eddie lifts an eyebrows skeptically as he peels off the dollar-store wrapping paper and lifts the lid of the cardboard box cautiously. “Whatever kind of stupid prank is gonna pop out of here, Richie, so help me God if it’s a clown --”

“I’m not that much of an asshole!” Richie cackles, a little manic-sounding to his own ears. 

“Is this --” Eddie grimaces as he lifts the tissue paper out of the box. “Jesus, Rich, when you said Ben was teaching you woodworking I thought you were just being a fucking creep --”

“Oh, I was, don’t worry,” Richie agrees loudly, shoving his hands into his pockets so Eddie can’t see how bad they’re still shaking. “The woodshop lessons were just an added bonus.”

“If I get a splinter from this --”

“This is the thanks I get for a hand-made present? For dismantling the Kissing Bridge and risking a vandalism charge to get the finest lumber Derry could offer --”

“This is wood from the Kissing Bridge?” Eddie mimes a gag over his arm. “Christ, Richie, am I gonna get -- fucking ringworm from this, or something? Jesus, if you wanted to commit a crime to get some cheap wood you could’ve just chopped down a tree from the Paul Bunyon courtyard or --”

“EDDIE.” Richie grimaces, slicing a hand through the air in a very Eddie-like gesture. “Could you just look at the gift, man.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie drops his gaze down to the box in his hands, immediately snapping his head up to look at Richie again. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“You made this?” Eddie carefully, as if it’s precious, lifts the hand-carved wooden picture frame out of the box. 

Richie knows it’s a little shoddy. He’s not great at working with his hands, which is why he went into fucking comedy as a career, and the detailing in the pattern around the frame is uneven and potentially looks like a child’s art project. 

But the picture in the center, of 11-year-old, pre-clown Eddie and Richie, arms around each other and ice cream cones clutched in their fists, is a priceless original, carefully mailed from Maggie Tozier in a padded envelope to ensure its safe arrival to Richie in time for Christmas. 

“Rich...”

Richie shuffles his feet, suddenly burning under Eddie’s attention and unsure of what to do with all that light and warmth. “Merry Christmas, Eds.” 

Eddie takes a step forward and throws his arms around Richie, the cardboard box and tissue paper falling forgotten to the ground while Richie feels the press of the picture frame against his back, clutched tight in Eddie’s grip like he never wants to let it go. 

If he doesn’t turn it over right away, if it takes a while for him to notice the carved but faded letters on the back of the frame (R + E), well...Richie’s been waiting over 30 years for Eddie. He can wait a little bit more. 

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie hc #reddie fic #reddie christmas fic #your honor i love them and i want them to have a merry christmas #also just the thought of richie like...demolishing a portion of the kissing bridge in anguish while eddie's in the hospital #only for him to go back and collect the shattered wood when eddie starts recovering #keeping it for some sentimental reason and then getting this idea and being like...heyben... #idk y'all i'm feeling sentimental #also i swear eddie's not trying to be a difficult bitch here he's just so flustered bc wtf richie got him a gift that's so sweet