#Samuel x reader

[winterwump]

Hi! I lived your gun x reader x goo nsfw, can you pls do one with jake x reader x samuel one? Where both are fighting to win reader over and choose to make reader decide who reader thinks is better.

Tough Decisions

Author’s Notes: I’ve been sitting on this request for a hot minute, but here it is Anon. I think that this 3some fic is MUCH better than my 3some fic with Gun & Goo. I really like this one.

Words: 821

Content Tags: Cervix fucking (kinda) and Pierced Genitalia

You never thought you’d be in a situation like this, but you’re not gonna complain. Because aside from the two nude men in front of you, who would complain about this?

“C’mon y/n, it’s a really simple question” - Jake spoke first, breaking the tension between you all.

“Is it really that simple?” - You asked, even though your tone was lax you were genuinely asking. Your response however, earned you an eye roll from Samuel. He’s so bratty.

“Stop bullshitting. After what we did, you know which one you like better” - The annoyance in Samuel’s voice was palpable.

‘After what we did’. Fuck, that alone made your pussy throb. What you wouldn’t give to be filled again. To be frank, you were thoroughly plowed by both Jake and Samuel. You felt your mind begin to wander back to earlier events:

Jake took the initiative and made light work of your pussy when he ate you out so eagerly. He wanted you nice and wet for him. Your pussy was so pliant for Jake as he entered you. Fuck, Jake’s length alone could make you cum. He was so deep inside you that he laughed when you whined as he pushed further in you.

Samuel on the other hand, gave you a taste of his cock. He let you get acclimated to his girth, guiding your tounge with soft words that you didn’t even know he was capable of producing. In contrast to his sultry voice, Samuel’s grip your hair was so firm and needy.

You felt yourself get lightheaded while you were being fucked out. It was hard to keep up with the change in position, but you knew who was in what hole. You could tell it was Samuel inside you when your walls were being massaged by the piercings along his shaft, and you knew it was Jake when the tip kissed your cervix ever so gently. Both sensations, in their lovely differences, made cumming a near constant for you. It’s almost too much to handle.

Giving head was another story entirely, both cocks presented challenges that you loved. Jake was easier to deepthroat, but only by a small margin. His cock was lengthy, so you could only take about 5 inches down before you got teary eyed. He wouldn’t say it for fear of making you feel bad, but Jake loved watching you struggle to take all of him.

Taking Samuel’s cock down your throat was a challenge that you happily accepted. Even though his length wasn’t anything to scoff at, it was his girth that really tripped you up. Sammy is coke can thick, so getting your mouth around the whole thing was a task. The stretching, the drooling, and the gagging all served as an ego boost for Samuel. Unlike Jake, Samuel let you know that he relished in your squirming:

“Is my cock too big for you little throat, y/n?” - He teased while gazing down at your flushed face.

“So” - Samuel started - “Who’s better?” - The bluntness in his tone brought you out of your sex flashback.

“Stop rushing her, Sam. I think she’s finally got it.” - Jake said with an air of confidence to him.

Samuel scoffed, his face scrunched up indignantly - “Oh you think it’s gonna be you, huh? And don’t call me Sam.”

“What??? I didn’t say that” - The other man said with a jovial laugh, his hands were up in faux surrender - “All I said was that it seems like y/n made her decision. That’s all.”

“Yeah right” - Samuel scoffed again, this time with a side-eye included.

If you were extremely honest with yourself, you thought their bickering was one of the hottest things you could ever witness. But it was only second to getting fucked by them. You still can’t believe they agree to doing that with you, let alone each other.

Pulling yourself up from the mattress, you gave an exaggerated “Ahem”. Now eyes were on you, and those two were on bated breaths.

“My decision is…” - You trailed off for dramatic effect, your eyes darting between Samuel and Jake’s faces.

“Don’t play like that, y/n” - Jake huffed. God, he was so cute.

“Fine fine, my decision is that I’m undecided.”

“WHAT?!?!” - Exclaimed in exasperated unison. You’d said with such a laissez faire tone, the two were left dumbfounded.

“Yep, but I think I’ll have a proper decision if I have another go at the competition.” - If your grin could get any wider, it would.

Samuel cackled in disbelief, Jake’s mouth was still ajar - “She played us, and she wants to play again”

“Yea but, I kinda don’t mind” - Jake chided once he recovered from his own disbelief. - “Let’s get to it then, cuz I’m gonna win.”

“The hell you will!!”- Samuel retorted as he pulled you into his lap.

You stifled your laughter as they bickered again. If only they knew they were getting played again.

I really like the thought of me just dropping raunchy garbage on here and then leaving for another month, it’s so funny😆 But I really hate that 4 ppl who actually like my writing cuz damn. Anyways, I hope y’all o liked this nonsense. BYE!!!!

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[siren-serenity]

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characters: samuel seo, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - the first time i saw samuel, i fell in love - LIKE SIR?? YOUR CHEST *drools violently* - his titties could practically feed a whole orphanage - feedback is appreciated!

His body is a canvas and he is his own masterful painter. He is his own Michelangelo, carving out the perfect immortal onto his body. Careful to never exercise too much to stretch the thousands of tattoos, careful to never do too little to shrivel up the inkwork, careful to always take care after a session, careful to always adhere to his tattoo artist's advice. Samuel Seo regards his body highly; He never fails to catch the eyes of hundreds in the average city of Seoul. (He’ll never admit it but his ego swells up in pride.)

But tonight feels...different. As his expensive car (bought and given by Eugene, of course) races down the streets, maybe the street lamps having that golden hue of light to it, made him feel slightly romantic. Maybe it was as the abnormal number of couples going on with their normal average life haunting the streets. Maybe it was the way your perfume stuck to the leather seats like glue and wafts in the air, still. The ghost of Jake’s voice (his friend) reminds him of his hypocrisy. Romance? He gave it all up in the foolishness of his youth once upon a time.

To think that he would even reminisce on the aspect of romance, to even be in a romantic relationship, sounds ironic. Yet, as Samuel takes a quick, slightly dangerous U-turn and his other hand lingers on his phone, he feels none of it.

Only love. For you.

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His skin feels that familiar burn again. The familiarity of the pain is nothing to Samuel. His body is already a canvas, what’s adding one more brushstroke going to do?

“Samuel?”

Your voice rolls his name around with love and care. As he reaches down to take off his loafers, he spots you dashing in the corner of his eye and straightens up just to get glomped in a hug.

“Miss me?” Samuel murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and your shampoo scent invades his sense of smell. He greedily takes it in, urging his subconscious to engrave the scent into his memories.

He feels you nod against his chest.

“You were back later than expected…I thought you-“

“Didn’t I say I would never leave?” Samuel suddenly lifts you in a bridal carry; a rare, boyish laugh escapes him as you let out a small shout of surprise. Your arms instinctively wrap loosely around his neck and your elbows thump against his chest, bouncing against his round pectorals. “It’ll take more than a couple of stupid minions to take me down.”

Your head tilts back as you let out a laugh and it rings in Samuel's head, recording it so he can play the wonderous sound over and over again like a broken record.

"Of course," You lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lingering there. "That's my man."

Samuel huffs, squeezing you tighter before finally laying you on the couch and kneeling between your legs. He looks up with adoring eyes and you get a good glance at his bandaged chest.

"What happened?!" You quickly unbutton his chest, eyes widened in worry. He only laughs in response, helping you slide off the article of clothing and slightly unwrapping the bandage to reveal the new tattoo.

Y/N L/N x Seo Samuel

He waits for your response with labored breaths. It was a risk to do so, an uncharacteristically impulsive decisive made late in the night. But he loved you.

"...Samuel..." You breathe out in awe. Shaking fingers lightly trace the inked skin and he shivers. Not even seconds later, you crash your lips onto his, fingers grasping onto his hair and pulling him onto you until his knees hit the couch and he is leaning over you.

He lets out a laugh between kisses but complies. His muscular arms hold onto your skin, gripping onto them to leave bruises while you lean in to tilt your head at a better angle.

"I take it that you love it?" Samuel murmurs between kisses. Your hand squeezes his narrow waist as you grin.

"Of course!"

Your hands cradle his face as if he were a precious jewel as you pepper kisses all over his face.

"I love you, Samuel Seo."

"I love you too, Y/N L/N."

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

Hiiii, may I request nsfw headcanons of Jake, Gun, and Samuel catching you writing smut?

Sorry for the long wait. Hope you like it ♡

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧��

— Jake, Gun, Samuel x Female Reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : When they catch you writting smut.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut, cursing, anal, ridding, a little degradation, not proofread, minors dni.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hey guys. I honestly never thought I would get request for Lookism but I'm so happy Anon requested this. If you like the headcanons then please leave a like, comment and reblong. Enjoy ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌

You were home alone. Jake was out with Big Deal and would come home later or that's what you thought. So when you had to use the bathroom, you left your on the bed. Your Tumblr smut darft open.

While you were in the bathroom Jake came back. When he could not find you anywhere in the house, he walked into the bedroom to find you but only to meet with a empty bedroom and your phone left unlocked on the bed.

Jake picked it up to turn it off when he read the content on the screen. And say he was shocked would be an understatement. You were not a saint a he knew that but damn! He didn't knew his baby was this filthy.

Just then you walked out of the bathroom and all colours drained away from your face when you saw him holding you phone and smirking at you.

That's how you ended on the bed with your thighs pressed against your cheat and Jake holding the back of your thigh as he rutted into your throbing pussy.

"What a dirty girl baby?" "This is what you do when I'm not home huh?" "You dirty girl!"

Needless to say you could not walk for a whole week. Whenever you would move the ache between your legs would remind you of him.

𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

You should have known that leaving you phone unlocked, that to with your tumblr smut darft opened was a bad idea. Gun was not home so you didn't think much. BAD IDEA.

Because now you were lying on the bed, head buried in the matress and ass up in the air. Gun held your head down as his dick pumped your ass sore.

"If you were so horny you could have just told me princess." "Tell me do you like it when I fuck your ass like a bimbo?" "Yes! moan for me, for your daddy." "Yeah just like that." "I want to hear your pathetic cries."

Your walls clench around his cock at his words. You cry till your throat hurts. Gun spanks your jiggling ass till it's all red and swollen.

The room contained your cries, and the loud sound of skin slapping. A knot builds in your stomach as you feel your orgasm comming.

"Fuck fuck fuck— daddy." "I'm cumming I'm cumming." "Shit!"

He twitches in your meaning he was also cumming. With few more powerful thrust Gun shot his load in, filling you up. Gun pulls out his now softened dick and you try to move away thinking he is done only for him to pull you back.

"Where do you think you are going princess? We are nowhere near done."

So, um, yeah. It was a long leg quivering night. You would definitely do that again though.

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎

You were a fucking angel in his eyes. Otherwise how could someone date someone like him? A monster, a narcissist, a egoistic. So imagine the shock he got when he came home only to find you engrossed in your phone. When peaked over your he saw the things you were writing.

This ended you up like this. Samuel naked sitting on the couch, leaning back as you bound on his cock like a bunny in heat.

Samuel held your waist with one hand while the other one held your phone as he read,

"What does this say?" "I ride his cock like a horny slut?" "Tell me baby did you think about me while writing this filthy things?" "Did you think about by cock tearing you apart?"

He dropped the phone on the couch a he landed a spank on your ass, making you scream. Samuel leaned forward taking one of your nipples in his mouth swirling his tongue around the hardened buds as the his other hand tugged and twisted you other one.

The tip of him slams on your g-spot with each thrust. His gridh stoking your inside as it wrapps around him like a cock-sleeve. You neils dug on his shoulders as the overwhelming feeling comes over you.

Samuel fucked you necked, raw and to oblivion. And when you were sleeping like baby because of the exhaustion Samuel sat beside you on the bed, a shit eating grin on his face as he read through all the smuts you had written and thinking how good it would be recreat them with you.

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

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[randynova]

𝐄𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟ sᴇᴏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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𝐴.𝑁.: 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 @beautifulbreaddream ! 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡!

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When will the ego of a man be considered too grand, or too small even? Will it be when he puts his business before his beloved? 

Perhaps when he sacrifices pawns left and right to reach his dream by any means necessary? Or how about when he refuses to admit he's at fault for the outcome before him? Only he knows. 

But Samuel doesn’t know. 

He pushed the girl he loves most aside for power, afterall. He betrayed everyone he ever befriended in his path if it meant he would succeed in the end.  With a bloody concussion or a bullet to the back, Samuel did what he believed was necessary.

However, in terms of romance, he never betrayed you. Well, not in the sense he did to most.

Samuel swept you off your feet and pampered you, showing you a tender, loving side he never expressed to anyone. The member of the Workers, with his notorious stoic expression and twisted fighting spirit, surprised you with how caring and gentle he could be — but it soon melted away the more you two got closer. Every kiss had been immersed in a passionate fire the man held for you, spilling every blissful emotion that welled up within his body whenever he was by your side into each one, leaving you breathless every time. Words of sorrow and anger soon turned to ones of rapture and enchantment as you two became engrossed in conversation, his dark eyes holding nothing but warmth and fondness as he gazed at you. 

In the privacy of the bedroom, it still remained the same. From the trailing calloused hands that were always on the small of your back, they were now firmly wrapped around your hips and pressed against your windpipe. The broad chest and taut arms that once protected you from the unforgiving world of crime, now pressed your knees to your chest as he folded you in-half, burying himself deep inside your cunt until he spilled load after load of his fertile seed — all while whispering sweet praises of how beautiful you looked, cooing with a smile from how well you were taking him, making sure he brought you closer to another mind-shattering orgasm with every roll of his hips. And as you gushed around him, juices running down your thighs and adding to the growing puddle of fluids, pathetically crying out for him as he continued to ram into you, Samuel never grew tired as he lost himself in your body nor did he stray from making sure you were always satisfied.

Thus, one can understand why walking away would not be so easy. It started off perfect, almost like one was in a dream, so you stayed despite how different he became later on.

Even when he began to cancel all your dates, started to miss every dinner, and soon ignored your attempts to spend time together, you stayed.

You stayed, despite his growing and consistent absence. You stayed, despite his lack of effort and distant behavior. You stayed, despite him no longer trying to hide the fact that your body is the only form of use to him, treating you no different than a common whore around the corner.

Treating you nothing more than a cocksleeve that is only good for saitiating his needs and keeping him warm at night.

You stayed, despite him no longer doing the same for you.

Every kiss in the morning became a big check on the table, signed in big bold letters 'Samuel Seo' with a small note accompanying it saying, "Buy yourself something pretty." A small way of him saying, 'Look presentable, I have a company dinner we have to attend'.

Every night you spent in his loving arms, entangling your legs together, giggling like kids, became you sleeping in a cold bed, only to wake up to an empty side. Your eyes water as you see the sheets either being fumbled or untouched, depending if your boyfriend stayed out late with his superiors or had to meet deadlines that week — so you’re told.

Every embrace became forced, his arms snaking around your waist, squeezing your sides in an attempt for him to weaken you for a brief moment, pressing chaste kisses against your neck, pulling you to into the false promise that he “would change, that he loves you”, only to lead to the man pumping his thick cock in and out your slick cunt, finishing inside but not bothering to stick around to make sure you're okay as he got a phone call for "another business meeting" he has to attend to — immediately. 

Every text you sent became a pathetic mirage of you trying to talk to your beloved and wish him a good morning, being met with short replies or being left on read.

Every "I love you" became nothing more than a distant memory as Samuel was always gone, always busy, yet in the case he was home was always met with an empty expression and flat voice — "Me too…"

Everything you used to do together before he became vice-president became almost like a chore to Samuel. As if staying with you or taking care of his girlfriend was a favor. 

So, the question again goes.

When will the ego of a man be considered too grand, or too small even? 

Will it be when he puts his business before his beloved? 

Perhaps when he sacrifices pawns left and right to reach his dream by any means necessary? 

Or how about when he refuses to admit he's at fault for the outcome before him? 

Only he knows.

Samuel now knows. 

He knows because of his ego, he lost the only person he truly cared about in the wretched world. 

He let his pride come before you and now, he holds your fading form in his arms, blood dribbling from your clothes as your body struggles to keep you alive with the silver bullets plunged in your stomach. Your head laid against his chest, weakly clutching onto his shirt as he attempted to put pressure on the wound.

For once, he didn't know what to do. He racked his brain for answers, solutions, anything — but nothing. Samuel and you were far from any hospital, any means of transportation long gone and closed, and both of you were practically alone. 

Alone. Fuck. Why don't he take someone with him?! He thought.

You struggle to breathe, taking in shaky gasps of air as with every rise of your chest, a wave of new pain washed over you. Your lungs crackle as you try to keep quiet, yet you could hardly keep your eyes open, much less control your breathing. The wheezes slipping past your lips almost taunted your beloved as he shook, his gaze shifting back and forth to the gushing wound and back to your tired eyes.

"Samuel…," you whisper, trying to hold your head up as you feel yourself start to slip away. He ignored you, babbling to himself as he tried his best to stop the blood from seeping out. Once again, you call out to him,  "Sam…"

Samuel shook his head fervently, deciding that the only chance to save you was to run with you in his arms. "No, no, no, please, [Name], darling, d-don't fall asleep, okay? D-Don't fall asleep, don't close your eyes on me!” He shouts, trying to stay calm as he hoists you up and holds you close, running back in the direction he came, ignoring the thick raindrops now pelting his body. “H..Help is coming, you just have to try and stay awake…!"

"But, I'm… I'm so tired… Can't I close them…?" You inhale deeply, eyes falling shut and slowly fluttering open. "Just for a bit…?"

“No, darling, not until we get to the hospital! Just…Just…” The oxygen in Samuel’s lungs began to dissipate faster than he anticipated, only further enraging him as his body began to betray him in his time of need. A choked sob left him, but his feet still pounded against the wet concrete, even as he began to struggle.

A faint laugh reached his ears and finally, Samuel looked down at you. He was met with glossy eyes and a trembling smile. “Y’know….I never thought… you would only cry when I'm like this, Samuel… Not even once did I imagine it… Not even… if we got married... " Your smile fell and you let out a sob , frowning as tears started to cascade down your cheeks. “I thought… you didn’t love–love me anymore… hah…”

"No! Please, no! Don't say that, idiot! We… We'll get married, okay? When you get better, we'll get married and have the biggest wedding Gangdong has ever seen, okay? Gonna… Gonna make you the prettiest bride ever…"

"And… and have lots of kids…," you whimper, giving a weak grin. He gives a strained laugh, nodding. "I.. I hope… we have a kid.. just like you, Samuel…" 

Samuel stopped in his tracks and slowly, he crouched down. He laid your lower half on the concrete,  supporting your head with his chest as your back rested against his forearm. The two of you now sat in the middle of the street, the sound of the pouring rain engulfing you two.

You continued to speak to the best of your ability, tiredly putting a hand to his face, only for it to start slipping. Quickly, he put his own hand over yours, holding it to his cheek as he attempted to feel your gentle touch as long as possible. "I hope they're kind and… sweet, like you… smart and ambitious… just like their father…,” you said quietly, head lulling. Samuel bites his bottom lip, grinding his teeth and giving your hand a tight squeeze. Your breathing became ragged, your chest hardly moving as you lost more blood. Yet, even in the face of death, you still held the same smile he fell in love with. "Perfect just like you…"

With the last bit of strength, you whisper the six words he always took for granted, driving the wedge into his heart deeper. "I.. I love you… Samuel… s-so... much. I…"

“Shh, [Name], don’t….okay? I love you too. So fucking much…. And I’m so sorry… for everything” He cries, tears learning his vision. If only he wasn’t blinded with his selfish desires, perhaps then would you be in your shared home, safe and sound. 

However, Samuel would never know the alternate reality. Eyes falling shut, a smile of content stays on your face as you relax against your beloved, your arm falling limp as you take your final breath.

Time stopped in that moment as you passed and all Samuel could do was lament. 

All he could do was regret every choice he made and mourn for the loss of the only girl he ever cared for — you.

With a heavy heart, he became even more malicious and twisted, drowning himself in his work, trying to forget your face, yet he could never escape. Your smile plagued his dreams and nightmares, no amount of alcohol could make him forget you, no matter how hard he tried. Samuel could never stop loving you, even in death.

The tattoos you once loved grew as he inked his skin more and more, painting his flesh with your name yet never daring to have his gaze linger on it for too long, knowing he would start to cry and fall deeper into the pool of sorrow. So on the days he did, he would be alone and drink, reminiscing of his past.

Yet, sometimes late at night, he swore he saw you in front of him, having him reach out and try to grab you, crying out your name, only for him to realize his mind was playing tricks on him.

And with his ego, Samuel knew he lost.

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[yaatrickyassification]

May i request for daniel,gun and samuel having an albino s/o pls?

Thank you for your request!

[ Daniel Park, Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader] - Daniel, Gun, and Samuel have an albino s/o pls?

(I'm so sorry if I get things wrong.)

Daniel Park:

Being albino is cool! Wow, you’re one of the rarest humans in the world, look at that. But being rare wasn’t exactly what you wanted to have in your life, the moment you were born and have been diagnosed with albinism, it’s like a target sign was immediately put on your back: ‘I’m rare!’ Is what you can probably see if out of the blue you can see social connotations that were always left unsaid or purposely left alone in the dark.

You were quite used to people staring and ogling at you as if you were some type of celebrity in a tv show or an exotic animal that has never been seen before and it was the first time that you will ever be showcased. You are used to it, even the questions that have been frequently asked to you never change as the years pass.

You even have answers to all of the questions written on paper and seared into your mind like a kid genius, in short, you were used to it. Until you weren’t.

A lot of people ranging from kids, adults, to old people have gone and approached you in your eighteen years of life to ask about your albinism, ‘can you see properly?’, ‘what can you see?’ or something as ridiculous as asking if body parts of albino people can sell well in the market (you were asked once by a suspicious man at that time, and you were very, very tempted to call the police right then and there.)

But you weren’t mentally and socially prepared for a pretty boy who seem to be the same age as you and also adorns the same uniform to approach your vicinity with a shy smile, in the corner of your eye you can also spot him twiddling his thumbs, you nodded your head and let out a tight-lipped smile, he’s going to ask you something about your albinism, isn’t he?

You opened your mouth reading the memorized words in your mind and it all came crumbling down as you muttered a small – “why—what?” Bewildered, you fully face the guy, confusion seen on your face, and if it wasn’t the uncertainty boggling your mind you would have stared at his pretty face. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” You tilted your head to the side.

Daniel’s expression contorted to several different emotions in five seconds – you can vaguely see it as confusion? Bewilderment? Or was it shyness? Daniel stared straight into your eyes for a few seconds before finally mustering up the courage to repeat his question, “I ask if you’re, okay?”

Your eyes widen to a slight degree and for the first time in your life, you have been kicked out of normalcy just by a single question from a pretty boy you just met five minutes ago, “I—I am?” Daniel paid no mind to your lack of certainty as he tilted his head to the side and let out a smile, and for a second, you thought that you could see a pink background and flowers blooming behind him, “Why— why’d you ask?” You internally slap yourself for stuttering.

Daniel sighed and turned his gaze away from yours and looked toward his fingers instead which were comfortably placed on his lap, “I heard some students talk bad about you, they called you a weirdo, a freak. Why? They haven’t even had any form of conversation with you? How can they say that? So, I reprimanded them, but they said that this was normal and you were fine with it, that’s why I wanted to ask, are you okay?” Realizing that he may have been invading your privacy, Daniel gasps and flutters his hand around.

And in your mind, the cogs have started to move and finally, it has come to a decision. You smiled and held Daniel’s smooth and slender fingers that were clear of any calluses or blisters, “I have decided.” You said with such confidence, and Daniel just sputters more as he gazes upon your intense stare.

“De—decided what?” Daniel asks nervously.

“What’s your name?” You inquire, Daniel gulps before slowly muttering his name, “d—Daniel Park.” You nodded your head in satisfaction and the hold you had on Daniel’s hands tightened as you stared into his eyes with such intensity that Daniel turned even redder (is that even possible?)

“Are you in a relationship right now?”

“…No?”

You bob your head up and down and let out a smile so bright that Daniel felt that he was sitting beside the sun, “would you like to marry me?”

“Excuse me?” Daniel Park chokes.

Park Jong Gun:

Park Jong Gun was bored, well since when wasn’t he bored? Ever since he had achieved things that weren’t normal for his age, days, months, and years passed by like a blurred image buried deep inside of his mind that stays there but will never resurface. It was all gray-scaled. Another sigh was ripped out of his mouth and Goo for the nth time (Gun never bothered to pay attention to Goo’s antics) stopped by scrolling down his phone and planted it roughly on the table and faced Gun.

His expression looks distorted, bordering between a smile and a grimace, “what is it?” Goo discarding all social cues and dos and don’ts asks Gun without any filter, the said man raises his eyebrows in confusion before opening his mouth in a eureka manner and nods to himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m bored.”

Goo scoffs and roughly bangs the wooden table of the café with an irritated expression, some customers looked their way but the two handsome men who are too engrossed in their antics paid no attention to the recognition that they were getting. “So, you’re telling me you’ve been bothering my awesome manga reading time with your sighing which I thought was a serious problem but it was actually that you’re bored? What do you want me to do huh?”

Gun shrugs and takes a sip of his extra dark coffee, Goo grimaces at the sight of the dark, putrid liquid that emitted a strong scent that can punch you awake. “Disgusting, why do you even drink black coffee?” Gun deadpans at the question as he places down the small porcelain cup on the plate it came with, with a small clink.

“So that I can stay awake. And be entertaining for once, not draining.” Goo gasps, his hands laying on his chest as he rubs it dramatically, but something flickers, in the corner of his eyes. A flicker of color was seen in his eyes and immediately his gaze tracked the new source of interest, and for a second, Gun’s mind shut down and his heartbeat rose to an unhealthy degree.

And Gun was ensnared in the webs of what people called love, before Gun could identify what he was feeling, his legs moved and beeline towards your direction. His ears paid no mind to Goo’s irritated shouts or to the people pointing fingers in your direction in which they didn’t even bother to hide, (Gun makes sure to remember all of the people’s faces who even dare to point fingers at you.) And he plops down on the seat opposite to yours with a smile that you can’t identify.

“Yes?” You inquired of the man who was sitting in front of you, the man stared for a few seconds before letting out another smile, “what’s your name?”

“And why would I tell a stranger that?” Sassy, he likes it.

“I’m Park Jong Gun but you can call me Gun.” He smoothly says, Gun can feel Goo’s bewildered stare but paid no mind to it and continued to give you his full attention.

You crossed your eyes in suspicion before getting up out of your seat and quickly made your way towards the door of the establishment, Gun sighed and Goo who was watching from the sidelines made his way towards Gun and elbowed him on the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Courting,” Gun said as a matter of fact and confidently stood up from his seat and went towards your direction without a care for the world, and for the first time in his life, Goo stumbled in his place and fell face flat on the ground.

Samuel Seo:

When he first saw you as you wandered the streets of Big Deal with a heavy expression on your face, an expression entailing carrying a burden that no one can seem to solve or as if you were hiding all of the insecurities that you can find deep, deep, inside of your soul where no one can find. Samuel immediately thought We’re the same.

No, not the same as like ‘I-choke-my-father-with-my-own-darn-hands.’ But the same feeling as knowing that they both are different but entirely the same as well. So, he walks and walks and walks and finally reaches you, and with practiced ease, a smile adorns his face and he asks a question, “what’s your name?” And maybe that was the start of a new relationship between the two black sheep of the family.

Samuel’s fingers smoothly cascaded through the strands of your hair, and you let out a heavenly sigh at the sensation. Samuel surely knows how to use his fingers (figuratively and literally.) A smile made its way to your lips as you reminisced about the time the both of you met, “say, why did you even approach me that day?” You tilted your head to the side and you felt Samuel’s fingers gently guide your head to its original position.

“Because I thought we were the same.” You turn to face the man with a confused expression on your face, and Samuel smiles as a one-word flashes inside of his mind. Cute.

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you, you looked like you were barely holding yourself together. I felt a sense of camaraderie.” You punch Samuel on his shoulder and he let out a boisterous laugh. “Kidding, kidding, but you do look like—” You glared.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” Samuel laughs and puts his hands up in a surrendering motion, and with a swift attack, he toppled over you as his hands quickly found their place and wrapped it around your waist. “Sorry, sorry. I just love teasing you.” You angrily huff and wrap your arms around the bulky man.

“I told you before, right? I wanted to be Gapryong Kim’s son, no want is an insult. More like I needed it, and maybe because of that need, I didn’t feel like I belonged with my family. I saw that in you too, so I went there and talked to you.” Silence filled the room and only your breaths were heard.

“I see.” You nod to yourself and ask the man another question, “did I have that expression on my face?” Samuel tilted his head to the side at your question, “what face?” You sigh and stare directly at Samuel’s black irises.

“The ‘I-have-family-issues-face.” Samuel blinks for a second and lets out a laugh as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Efficiently, muffling his laughter. “Why are you laughing?” You exasperatedly ask as Samuel let out another laugh that seems to shake his entire figure.

“No—nothing.” He let out a breath so short that he seems to be running for miles when really, he was just laughing his ass off, Samuel wipes the tears out of his face and look at you with his gaze, the gaze that you were so familiar with, the gaze that he had when he approaches you on the same fateful day, his gaze filled with so much love, fear, uncertainty. But you love it all the same.

“I’m Samuel Seo, what’s your name?”

“I love you.” He muttered it out with such breath that you almost didn’t manage to hear his declaration of love.

“[y/n] [l/n]?”

“I love you too, my little daddy issues.”

“You’re such a little shit.” Samuel sighs. You smiled a toothy grin and affectionately kissed the corner of his lip, “I learned from the best.”

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[royaltyoon]

HEADCANONS

Escape room headcanons

[A/N]

This is extremely random.

I really really really should be studying :|

Samuel

Samuel is a smart man, he knows what he's doing. ...Most of the time

But unfortunately, his lack of patience is a problem. A prominent one when it comes to solving an escape room

His patience level goes somewhat like

His hypothesis doesn't work? He inhales sharply.

The key isn't the right one? He pinches the bridge of his nose.

You suggest an excruciatingly stupid idea? He puts his head in his hands.

The puzzle just. Won't. Get. Solved?? He grits his teeth.

The damn door still WONT OPEN?! He punches the wall.

His impatience was doing him no favours. Nor did his inflated ego.

"Samuel, let's just take a hint?"

"no." The boy absolutely refused to take help.

Even god himself couldn't convince him.

'God' in this situation happened to be the employee who was assigned to look after your room.

"sir, do you want a hint?" A voice rang out from the speakers. Bless his soul for noticing how we were stuck on the puzzle for a good 10 minutes.

You grew hopeful thinking atleast now Samuel would take a hint.

But to your dismay, he just turned to the camera and gave the meanest most cold death glare known to humanity. One thing you took out of this experience? Never test Samuel's patience beyond a certain limit.

You could practically hear the Shiver that ran down the poor employee's spine. "S-sorry sir."

"come on Samuel, let's just take one hint." You coaxed him, hoping it did more repair to the situation. "Fine" he muttered, begrudgingly that is.

The employee had to confirm it twice with us before giving us a hint, poor soul. You noted mentally to give him a bigger tip than usual.

You remember that 'excruciatingly stupid idea' of yours?

Yeah, that was the right answer.

HAH!

You immediately, I mean IMMEDIATELY threw Samuel a 'I told you so' look. And he just as quickly looked away.

His god complex shrivelling up inside of him, and with every cell of his body hating the idea he mumbled a small 'yeah alright I'm sorry'

All in all? Samuel is never doing an escape room ever again.

And you're almost sure you noticed the employee from before looking at new job opportunities on his phone.

Jake

Jake would actually try, in the beginning that is.

You could tell he was genuinely trying when he moved all the displayed objects at a certain angle hoping a secret door appears out of nowhere.

He asked questions which went from smart to plain dumb faster than you'd like to admit.

Not like you were much help in the situation either. Apparently feeling up the wall for secret buttons isn't a good idea either. Shockingly. The idea seemed genius in your head.

At one point the room just stood silent, both of you looking at eachother before silently coming to an agreement.

He spoke, louder this time, "can we have our first hint?"

Guess what? The hint didn't do much to help.

You could practically see the gears in Jake's mind stop working.

"um, can we have a more specific hint? Something that would actually give us the answer in not so vague words?"

The room fell silent again. Before the employee cleared his throat before spoon feeding us the answer.

It was not taken well by jake that solving one puzzle isn't the end of the escape room.

"THERE'S MORE?"

The employee let us know that 3 hints were the maximum they were allowed to give out.

It settled in the feeling that neither him nor you are fit to escape a room.

You both stood on opposite sides of the room, looking through narrow eyes if anything of meaning pops up. Spoiler alert: it didn't

Finally you both decided on giving up and rather just talk your time away.

"we can't solve this because there's no urgent need to get out. If this was a real situation, our brains would work faster." He said, seeming very unsure of what he's saying.

"Of course, we're not that stupid. If our lives were on the line, we'd definitely escape the room. Probably."

Yeah, you could say delusional would be an appropriate self diagnosis.

"what kind of escape room doesn't have trap doors and secret buttons? Those would be the first thing I would look for if I was locked in a room!" He emphasised

"honestly, if I was trapped in a room like this I wouldn't panic to get out immediately. It's pretty well furnished, there's even a TV. As for the bathroom, I'm sure I can make do." You shrugged looking around.

"I know right! If I was to cage someone up, I most definitely won't give them a TV. That's more like adopting rather than kidnapping. I'd also not give them hints to get out. That defeats the point, unless they figure out the trap doors and hidden compartments." If you can't tell he was really set on the idea of trap doors.

"If I were to hold someone hostage, I'd have them tied to a chair. There's nothing safer than that. No risk of escape whatsoever." Yeah the conversation got dark real quick.

But he just nodded in agreement.

Needless to say, you both got uncomfortable side eyes from the employees once the timer was over.

All in all? Time was well spent. Not doing the escape room.

Here's part 2

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[x-xsunlightx-x]

The flowers he gave you are slowly starting to wilt, the movie you were watching is about to end, and you've been staring at your laptop screen for almost three hours now. Samuel has been ignoring your calls and texts lately, so maybe an email will catch his attention.

After you traveled overseas to take over your father's business, your relationship with Samuel seemed to be going downhill. Samuel assured you that he is okay with you leaving, but it was so obvious that he isn't. Every time you guys get on the phone, he will act cold and dry, and when you call him out on it, he will get angry. He would start a whole lecture on how your decision to choose work over him, which is something he does all the time, ruined the relationship, and after thinking about it, maybe he was right.

You tried reaching out multiple times to talk with him about how you want to end this relationship because there is no point in trying to fix it anymore, but because he's ignoring you, you're stuck here writing this email, hoping he would read it.

Hey samuel 

We should break up, honestl|

You thought that was a little straight-forward and deleted the whole thing. You are not sure how he would react or if he would even read the email anyway, and after wasting hours trying to think about how to start, you decided it would be better to write down what's on your mind.

Bad surprise, it's me.

You started writing about how suffocating the relationship is and how you think the best option right now is to just end it, and then you pressed the send button. You feel so much happier now, even though there is a high possibility he won't see the email. It was really nice getting all that off your chest. You went to lay on your bed with your snacks in your hand and decided to actually enjoy the movie this time. Halfway through the movie, you were having so much fun.

Until the name Samuel appeared on your phone. 

#the idea popped up in my mind and i had to write it #lookism #lookism x reader #samuel seo #samuel x reader #lookism samuel seo #lookism webtoon

[yanderes-of-inkwell]

Samuel with S, Z and N? Are you accepting alphabets?

Samuel - N, S & Z

Note: I am! As long as requests are open, alphabet requests will always be on the table. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: Implied threats of violence, manipulation, mentions of mind break, mentions of organised crime, mentions of paranoia, obsessive behaviour.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

While Samuel may be known for his reputation as a ruthless mob boss, he's actually far less brutal than most people think. Rather than resorting to violence, he prefers using manipulation and intimidation to get what he wants, and this is especially apparent when it comes to punishing his darling.

Whenever they do something that greatly upsets him, such as attempting to leave or alert the authorities, Samuel will continue to act as affectionate and doting as he always has towards them. However, that doesn't mean he's forgiven them, and he'll be sure to remind them of this in small ways.

His most common method is constantly bringing up their loved ones. Whether it be to them directly or to his subordinates when he knows his darling is within earshot, they'll find that he's suddenly much more interested in discussing their friends and family. Where they work, what school they attend, where they spend their free time, who they know - all things that seem innocent on the surface, but his darling will surely think he's planning something sinister, especially when he asks one of his underlings to "pay them a visit" or "have a nice chat with them".

In reality, Samuel has no intention of doing anything to them, but his darling doesn't need to know that. All they need is to believe that for as long as he's angry with them, everyone they care about is in danger. Their fear for their loved ones' safety, coupled with Samuel's unspoken (albeit empty) threats, is usually enough to dispel his darling's drive to escape and eventually, have them begging for his forgiveness.

Because of this, Samuel never really needs to punish them physically, be it with violence or isolation. Their mental anguish is all the punishment they need in order to fall back under his control.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Oddly enough, his lifestyle. While Samuel has never regretted his decision to become a criminal, a part of him greatly misses the more simple pleasures of life he hasn't been able to indulge in since starting his "business". One of those is domesticity, specifically with a partner.

No matter how powerful, or wealthy, or feared he becomes, the only thing he wants at the end of the day is a loving partner to go home to and unwind with. However, due to his work and the people he surrounds himself with, finding such a person isn't easy. Most people that have caught his fancy in the past had either revealed they only intended to use him, or had no desire to share a simple, domestic life with him.

Because of this, when his darling finally enters his life, it should come as no surprise that his patience has run thin by that point, and that he's unwilling to compromise or give up easily. Even if they're like all his previous romantic interests, or they simply don't fit the "sweet, stay-at-home spouse" image he has in mind, he doesn't care. Even if he has to use force, Samuel will find a way to mould them into the perfect, obedient partner he wants them to be, no matter how long it takes.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He'd be willing to break them to some degree, but only if they "force his hand", as he puts it. Otherwise, he would never break his darling intentionally. It's unlikely that he would fall for them because of anything other than their true self, so he wouldn't want to lose that part of them. Would he shape them into what he wants them to be if they aren't already? Yes. But would he break them to the point of them becoming mindlessly obedient? Never.

#cw yandere #cuphead #yandere cuphead #samuel #yandere samuel #samuel x reader #yandere alphabet

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... (Visser Part 2, Samuel Davenport x reader)

You go to tea with him intending to ask about the meeting but that leaves your mind pretty much immediately.

Warning: Graphic smut, degrading language (lots), choking, drugging, Dub/non-con (the mold is involved once again), character gets ?drugged? ?indoctrinated?, begging, unprotected sex Vibrators, bondage? bdsm? (reader is tied down), preist smut? (glory hole confession booth?), masterbation, rough? man idek im sorry, idk if relevant but like maybe dead dove; do not eat levels??

Part 1

WC:~4.2k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The next forty-eight hours were tedious, from packing the bags at your hotel and checking out, to scouting the streets handing out resumes, and all but begging for jobs to no avail. Yet predictably you found yourself constantly distracted by the temptation of visiting your upstairs neighbor, at first you considered asking for his assistance in unpacking. But No, there was no way you could. He was way above such manual labor. He should be served and serviced as he wishes. WHO ARE YOU to ask him for favors?

wHaT the fuck was that? That thought could not have been yours. What does that even mean?

Shaking your head in an attempt to dissuade the thought you re-settled on the task at hand, dragging the final case, an old trunk you got at a flea market up the stairwell. Inching your way across the stone your skin gained a sheen of sweat, a not to be unexpected side effect of such activity in a musty building such as this one. Your hands, slipping from their grasp on the trunk however was a situation you had not considered or planned for so with an eek you stumbled down the steps before tumbling over the chest and landing on your arse with a thud.

However, you still had your dignity, kind of, truly you had to bribe yourself with a guilty pleasure movie and a well-overdue wank, just to get yourself to stand up and push the crate up the stairs. Finally inching the tunk over the threshold of your apartment, you allowed your knees to buckle as your body collapsed back against the door.

Glaring at the bottle of water sitting high and mighty on the kitchen counter you attempted to lower your heart rate before attempting to stand; shutting out the overwhelming sunlight, you attempted to meditate but upon emptying your mind of everything else you were left with but one thought. It's not your fault if the idea of showing up with a bottle of wine wearing nothing but a robe never went away. Not until you fell out of consciousness at least.

Waking up hours later, warm from the afternoon heat streaming in through the windows, you moved to your kitchen to brew a coffee, standing on aching legs you put your weight on the countertop. Retrieving a short novel and retiring to the comfort of your couch desperate for distraction. what did not help was the plot of the book, however.

"Confessional Love" was an obscenely morally grey novel of erotica, it was, mind you, the only book that wasn't lost, buried deep in the assortment of boxes. The female protagonist; Jocelyn Lovejoy was struggling to find her calling, so in her concern for the future, she fled to the church and found herself nestled into the confession booth. She repented, terrified of the judgment she expected as she reminisced on the deviance of her past, tellings of sexual escapades and encounters. The Priest offered little advice above recommending she devote herself wholly to the lord, at which point the man had stuffed a strained cock through the small window, encouraging her to affirm her commitment to god and to him as her savior. The woman could not hold herself back, immediately her throat engulfed the pertinent member as she began rutting roughly against her own hand. Relishing the grunts traveling through the small window as her own drowned around him, the vibrations pulling a harsh thrust from his hips. Eyes drifting from the page you found yourself placed in the fantasy as the priest pulled back from your mouth, still dazed as he pulled you to your feet by your throat you stumbled and fell to the floor. Looking up through your brows you met his eyes...

Samuel's eyes.

Samuel's face.

Samuel's dick.

Samuel's dick was protruding from his garb red and resolute and all but beckoning you closer as you groveled at his feet. He tugged on himself the rock-hard device splattering drops of his elixir over your face. Leaning forward to lap at the dribbling precum seeping from his cock you blinked yourself back to reality as the images faded from your mind.

You crashed onto your bed, deciding that 6.47 was time enough for sleep. Hoping that the persisting thoughts would fade with a good night's sleep. Sadly however as your eyes closed your dreams took over, coating your eyelids in visions of rutting and railing. The flashes slowed as your mind settled on images of him, Samuel was leaning over you, his hand rummaging roughly through your folds, stretching you open. Ignoring your cries he added more fingers and as his digits are twisted throughout your nethers, his thumb prodding and circling your bud. Your body thrashed below him, unable to break free of his assault on your cunt you found your arms outstretched and bound to the mattress. Similar bounds secured your legs in place and as your grunt of effort fell to his ears he released a chuckle, rescinding his presence from your side.

He ignored your pleas as he stood from the bed and made his way to the door, leaving you squirming as your heartbeat throbbed through your heat in need.

You once again opened your eyes to an empty room, and forced your focus to the door, as expected there was no change from the night before. Except for you, your clothes were gone and your blankets discarded. Slick glazed your nethers, legs, and hips, the breeze from a nearby fan sending a shudder up your spine as it graced your damp skin.

when the sun began to peek past your curtains you finally moved from the bed, settling on a brief shower to refresh and clean yourself up to proceed about your day. You let the flurry of water cool your spirits and soul, knowing deep down it would do nothing to sway the desire that consumed you. You stayed there, relishing in the chill until your fingers pruned and puckered. Taking that as your cue you stepped onto the tile floor, retrieving and donning your towel before inspecting your face in the mirror. The bruise upon your brow bone had turned purple decorating your skin in a way that should have been unsettling, instead, the mark filled you with a type of pride you didn't recognize. You were his at least for a moment, a brief second where he wanted you, needed you around him.

Barely remembering to lock the door, you sped down the hall, you'd convinced yourself you were barely stepping out to get some groceries you found yourself standing at the top of the stairs. You remained there for a time, unable to gain the momentum to step down and begin your descent, raising your foot you began to climb the stairs to his floor. Within moments you stood upon his mat, within the span of a couple of seconds it took to knock on the yellowed paint your mind flashed through a multitude of fantasies of the next few minutes.

After three light raps of your knuckles, you shifted on your feet relaxing your muscles slightly to appear calm and casual. That attempt was doomed as the moment those hazel eyes met your own your knees locked up and you were frozen. It took the gentle touch of his hand that rested itself on your forearm to ignite such a heat that ran through your every nerve and pulled you from the trance.

"Hey, glad you could make it. Come on in, is everything okay?" His tone of concern needed work, it was wholly insincere yet the question put you in a trance regardless. Kaelego had shown Samuel your dreams and visions and urged him to take you for his own within them, to use your own mind against you.

Waving you towards a spot on his couch, he moved towards the kitchen and began making tea. the absence of his arm cloaked you in goosebumps and you itched for its return. Twisting your neck to watch him work from where you sat, he asked about the move and how you were settling in, you couldn't help but watch his frame as you mumbled a generic 'fine, pretty uneventful'. All focus had been pulled from the conversation as you observed him, he was wearing yet another sweater, but this one clung tighter to his torso highlighting the toned muscle beneath. Oh! And his pants... an anything but innocent glance downwards graced your eyes with the shapely cheeks and less than discreet bulge, you clenched your jaw as your mouth watered the images of yesterday's visions flooding your brain. The taut fabric seemed to strain against his stubborn glory.

Clearing your devastatingly empty throat as Samuel came back with the tea, you darted your eyes to examine the books that lay strewn across his coffee table, effigies and temples lay strewn across the pages. Catching his eye as he handed over the mug, you brought the tea to your nose, noting the familiar smell you thoughtlessly sipped the piping-hot concoction. Wincing at the burn you missed the laugh he released as he studied your lips now red hot from the burn. He continued to examine you even after you met his gaze, trailing his focus along every inch of skin available to him, the chosen shirt gave him ample access to study your breasts as well as your skirt leaving most of the length of your legs bare.

Your mouth tingled as the heat faded, gaze locked onto the man sat opposite as his eyes finally rested upon your own. You had barely noted the prolonged silence before he spoke again, "Drink up it's good for you, helps with focus. What do you need to focus on?" his question was pointed as if expecting a specific answer.

Finding a job, "You"

Attempting to get enough to cover rent "Worshiping you"

Devoting myself to my writing"Devoting myself to Kaelego and to you, wholly and without bounds"

You knew this change, you had felt it before, where your throat was stuffed with words that weren't your own, and as recognition flashed through your eyes a wicked grin overtook his features. The familiarity of the smell clicked into place as the memory of the patterned dust in the community room filled your nose. Samuel relished in the underlying terror and confusion tainting your soft smile but the way your form shrunk into the seat darkened his eyes and had him on the edge of his seat.

Reaching across the coffee table, his cup long discarded among the books, a gentle finger pushed the mug to your lips and tilted it until the liquid flooded your mouth. With a rough tug, the mug was ripped from your grasp, the contents spluttering from your mouth as you struggled to swallow, the overflow cascading from your lips, down your neck, and across your chest. Looking down to assess the damage you stood, from the couch gasps interrupted stuttered apologies as you attempted to regain your breath. For a brief moment, your vision went black, head heavy at the sudden movement, you pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead. Samuel had reclined as you choked and now leaned back against the couch hands resting against his hips, legs spread wide as if posed to pull your gaze to his now persistent bulge. Your focus however was harder to garner, you blinked repeatedly yet your eyes blurred every time, your vision growing fuzzy you reached for his knee to steady yourself. You missed and fell to your knees below him, as your consciousness faded you felt your lips perform words that were not your own but were everything you desired. "Take me in any way you want, I exist only to be of use to you, I will do anything to please Kaelego and to pleasure you, Samuel."

The last thing you felt was a knuckle lifting your chin and the gust of air by your ear as his whispered words rang through your ears; "Like you have a choice."

When you awoke a familiar feeling held your wrists in place, spread across the width of the bed as you tugged at the restraints and as the sheet glided against your skin a feeling of vulnerability sent a fever to your gut. Your legs were similarly secured, pulled wide apart as if open and waiting for him, Samuel was nowhere to be seen, but the space smelt of him; wood, iris, and that delectable mold. The thought of it pulsed throughout your mound, the total control it gave to him, and the devotion it graced you with both intoxicating and repulsive. darting your eyes about the space you noted the walls and ceiling, all caked in those same swirls and twists, knowing he had captured you, like a bear to honey, that he wanted to keep you as his, only increased the buzz humming throughout your folds. As your face morphed in pleasure a layer of dried tears and cum fought your muscles, the crust remaining taut on your skin.

Twisting and writhing in place you yearned for any friction, any rough graze or rub as you ground into the mattress. Your breasts shifted as you moved, the skin alight with goosebumps and your nipples painfully hard, at their motion the picture of him gripping and pulling at them as he flooded you with his outpour. Breathing heavily as you continued pulling at your ties, your lungs were left raw and heaving. You would not be able to convince a fence post, however, that you wanted out of your confines, the vulnerability of the situation had you reeling and made you feel more awake than you ever have felt before. It was as if all of your nerves were bare like a single gust of air could set you ablaze with wanton screams and pulses of pleasure. Your enjoyment however was not what Samuel wanted from the bounds, he wanted fear, he wanted to break your spirit and force your submission, so clearly he would have to change his plans.

He touched you before you had a chance to notice him enter the room, a hand trailing from your ankle to your sternum as he held you down, turning your attention to him your attempts to speak came out as incoherent mumblings and moans. His touch was like ice as you burned alive, as he traced his hand grew heavy against you as he began to pull and tug at your flesh.

A whine fell from your lips as he retreated, he stepped back towards his desk and you started to plead as if he had a shred of humanity to reason with. As if you were worth his kindness. "Please Samuel it hurts, I-I can't take it, need to feel you. Want you to fill me up like last time, so full of your cock baby please." For perhaps the first time those words were yours, maybe not entirely, but more so than ever before. There was no way that Samuel was going to let you demand pleasure from him, you didn't deserve his attention and you'd pleasured yourself too much at the thought of him, using his image for your own gratification. No. You were his plaything, his cunt, and tits, and mouth, to defile as he desired. He craved your fear, your confusion, your suffering. You needed to be put in your place; weak and helpless against his intentions, but desperate to please nonetheless. So as he ignored your mewlings he returned to the bed; standing tall at the foot of the mattress, knuckles white as he throttled the shaft of a toy, his other hand forcing your knees down onto the comforter. You muttered thanks at his presence, yet at your words he stabbed the toy into your sex, vibrating aggressively the device set your nerves alight and pulled tears from your eyes. He forced the silicone between your folds time and time again he leaned over your crotch watching your muscles contract from pain.

"Look at you, a pathetic whore begging to be used. Your pleasure means nothing, you are here for me to torture as I see fit. If you survive it is because I spared you. If I want to use you at any time I will. I will fuck you while you scream in pain for mercy begging me to let you go." His eyes linger on your own as he speaks as if to convey his honesty. The pain never left, merely mingling with the beginning of pleasure, his presence alone adding a sweetness to the violent penetration of your threshold. As the inches of rubber started to jab against your cervix your folds greedily inhaled the presence as you yearned for more while the stir in your guts twisted to a peak throwing your muscles into rabid spasm away from the mattress and against your bounds. The now dulling pleasure was accentuated by the remaining soreness that sheathed your body like a straight jacket leaving you still and shivering under him.

You are soon left empty as the device was drawn out at a miserably slow pace, a single digit soon took its place; dipping into your layers and scooping some of your wetness. As he continues the slick-covered digit trails across your breasts, he's now above you on all fours. "tsk tsk, is there anything I could say that wouldn't turn you on slut? what if I said I was going to keep you here, coated in my dried cum, your only purpose to be used by me, fucked as you cry and bleed, as I rip open your tight little holes?" Unable to ignore the pulse his threat sent to your nethers, moans leapt from your chest, this seemed to only anger the man above you as the briefly forgotten toy was thrust deep into your throat, "That'll shut you up, my little fleshlight, can't sob for more with your mouth full can you?" gargled words were trapped in your esophagus as your body strained, hips and shoulders flying from the sheets to meet his own, the still vibrating silicone causing drool to pour from the sides of your mouth to the bedsheets below.

Most of his weight resting on the hand still wrapped around your throat, his knee was free to provoke your slick, the harsh fabric of his pants giving a delicious rub against your sensitive skin as your hips continued to swivel and rut. He pushed the length further past your lips, ignoring your gags as your tongue remained useless trapped between the bottom of your mouth and the unforgiving plastic.

His hand dragged the toy from your mouth when your movements grow slow and your eyes glaze over, discarding it by your side as his hand smeared your spit and cum over your cheeks as you coughed. Pressing your skull to the side his palm crushed your bruised cheekbone, the strain of your neck nothing in comparison to the burn of your lungs, yet even that faded from your thoughts as his other hand reached for his fly, his body weight resting on your face as he pulled his knee from betwixt your legs. Samuel adored how pitiful you looked as you lay crushed by him, but what he adored more was the glistening patch of slick that drenched the fabric over his knee, not to mention the way your cunt kept leaking even now, staining a large area of his dark sheets.

"Thinking about fucking this sopping mess of a pussy but I can't help but wonder how many men you've let plow this slit since the last time. A whore like you probably takes what? Two a day? Do you beg them to fuck you? Let them use you like I did?" Your enthused denial was smothered by the sheets and the constant struggle for breath. "What?" his tone mocked you a smug smile tugging at his lips "Is my pet fucked out? Haven't even given you my fingers and you're mumbling like a pathetic mess. Who am I kidding? I bet you couldn't get me out of your mind" His hand shifted back to grip your throat, forcing you to look up at him, his eyes were dark looking over the smudges of makeup and juices that coated your face. "So pretty baby, I've already made a mess of you haven't I? Gonna look even better with me stretching your hole wide fucking open. You'd like that wouldn't you, you fucking cockslut? Never get your fill will you, you hungry bitch?"

Your eyes watered as you clenched around nothing at his indecency, the lack of air in your lungs again sending your already hazy mind into oblivion. Ahead of you getting a moment to respond, Samuel speared his prick far into your depths, vision going black as a hearty groan rumbled from his chest. He ground against you as he settled inside you, meeting your eyes once more he raised a brow at the look on your face. Tightening his hand around your neck he slowly slipped out of you, the sight of his violator cloaked in your pleasure shimmering in the setting sun had you rambling in strained syllables in a failed attempt to beg for more.

His return was violent as Samuel crammed his thickness impossibly further into you, setting an obscene pace his hips snapped against yours, receding barely two inches before delving back up to the base of his pelvis. Pummeling into you relentlessly, a gleen of sweat developed between the two of you as he throbbed in your core. "Tight as ever my insatiable little cocksleeve, you don't deserve my dick, so worthless. I should have fucked more than your mouth while you were out cold, should have stuffed you full." His vulgar words elicited a dangerous heat from every nerve in your body and you bucked up towards him, wholly corrupted by the pleasure he was bringing you.

As he continued to burrow himself inside of you his pace grew ravenous, the hand that sat on your throat now by the side of your head supporting the man above you. The perversion lacing his words tightened the knot in your stomach, as images of him driving his monstrous cock into you as you slept using you as the piece of meat you are, filled your mind. "Yes, Samuel. Thank you, Samuel. I am truly unworthy of your divinity, I don't deserve to take you so fully. I am humbly at your service nothing is too much to ask."

His relentless assault on your mound drove you once again to violent orgasm as the building aggression of his movements only confirmed your worthlessness, you were nothing against his power, simply a means to his end. His pace stuttered only momentarily at your cunt choking his length, before resuming his severe speed as he dropped his hands to grope the meat of your chest. Samuel tugged and mashed your flesh all the while using the same hands to hold himself up, the fire in your loins reared its head again, the pressure against your chest just another arousing ache. Quickly building to your third you tried your best to relax avoiding his predatory gaze in an effort to prolong the tension in your gut. His sac throbbed with every thrust, begging for release as it brushed your arse time and time again. The sensitive skin of his balls electrified his joints and pushed a chain of grunts past his lips, "Finally got you trained gonna take it as long as I want you to, aren't you? When I'm done emptying my balls in your gaping holes, I'm going to split you open on three plastic cocks at once and watch you struggle. Making me harder just thinking about you all helpless, cumming over and over as you seize in pain." A ragged growl interrupted his threats briefly before he spat out "Is that getting you off you miserable whore? god, you're so fucking desperate, don't wanna be though do you? Wanna cry for help? Beg to be free? You can't. Your body won't let you. Will it? Your body" thrust "NEEDS" thrust "MY" thrust "COCK" thrust. Hitting that special spot inside of you one final time the two of you came undone together, his rush coating your walls as your clenching pussy drained his balls.

Your vision came in-between flashes of black, he drew back from you, standing back at the end of the bed, eyes leering at your undercarriage, head tilted to the side, a rancidly cocky look in his eye. As everything went black and you fell from consciousness, your focus refused to stray from the feeling of his cum dripping from your abused hole.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

People who make art of Simon/Ghost and give him Samuel's features, I love and appreciate you a lot more 🖤

The cruel comments this sweet man has received for not looking like damn supermodel as if Simon was said to be one, are disgusting.

Samuel is beautiful inside out, and he deserves to see his face on the character he so well portrays. He IS Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

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[kruegerslov3r]

daddy issue? I LOVE DADDY ISSUES 🫶❤️

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[ledgersmountain]

samuel drew a smoll ghost and soap, PLEASE 😭

he’s too cute, he deserves the world

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[yourlovermumu]

''open your mouth, baby.''

''...huh'' you blink dumbfoundedly as you stare at the man hovering above you. his messy hair pushed back with a few strands falling over his face.

''i said..'' he grabs your cheeks with only one hand as he brings his face closer to you. his eyes looking into yours and holding eye contact.

''open your mouth for me, pretty.''

you hesitantly obey. slowly opening your mouth for him while unaware of what he intended to do.

he grins as you slowly began to open your mouth, flashing his pearl white teeth with a menacing look in his eyes.

''thats it, good girl...open a little wider..''

you do as he says. opening your mouth wider as you stare at him cluelessly. but your eyes soon widen when a warm liquid suddenly hits your tongue. you blink twice or so, trying to process what that was before realization finally hits. he just spat in your mouth.

''shallow.''

he says as he wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, a little spit having remained on his bottom lip after he spat inside your mouth.

again, you obey. shallowing down his spit. letting it go down your throat as your eyes never leave his.

he groans at the sight.

''god...so fucking obedient. such a pretty little slut for me, arent you?''

he chuckles as he brings a hand up to push back all the stray strands of hair that fall over his face but some of them refuse to get pushed back and come bouncing back.

''your...making me hard again.'' he sighs as he brings a hand down to his length and strokes it.

''you can go again right? oh fuck- you have no idea how pretty you look right now all fucked out...''

all you can do is stare at him as you still pant slightly from him fucking you previously. looking into his eyes with your fucked out ones.

your eyes travel down from his eyes to his hands, that suddenly grabbed your thighs. you let out an small gasp when he pushes your legs back into your chest. he slowly positions his rock hard cock against your pussy as he licks his lips. you moan when he rubs his tip onto your entrance teasingly, he does it checking to see how you would respond. would you push him away? crying that its too much for you to go again without a proper break or would you moan beautifully for him and let him do as he pleases?

turns out it was the latter because you do moan when he rubs his tip against your pussy. it makes him grin because he knows you want this too. want him to fuck you into a fucking mess.

''ah, look baby..your twitching down here.. do you want me that badly? gonna let me fuck you till you get pregnant with my babies, arent you? heh..my baby is so naughty..''

gojo, toji, samuel seo, mammon, tsukishima kei, oikawa, jonggoo, ace,

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[randynova]

Hii randy!!! Could i request a Samuel Seo x Reader smut with a size kink?

sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ

sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟ sᴇᴏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ, sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ ʟᴏss, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ/ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀʏ

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"No, no, no, Samuel," you plead, squirming underneath his towering form as he drags his cock between your glistening folds, coating himself with your arousal whilst his thick bulbous head bumps against your aching clit.  "You're… you're too big…! I-It won't fit —" 

The rumbling of his chest cuts you off, almost as if he were enjoying your fear,  his silvery voice cooing at you,  "Relax, princess... It'll fit, okay…?" He leans down and kisses your tears away, cold lips pressing chaste pecks to your cheeks before he stops. He peers down at you with dark hues, filled with a hunger you have never seen before, one that had your core throbbing. He could feel his resolve fading away, chipping away the longer he waited, knowing just how close he was to finally deflowering you. "I need you to relax and trust me…."

Hesitating, you nod slowly, clasping onto his shoulders as you brace yourself.  If you trusted anyone to take care of you, it would be Samuel. The man is nothing but a mountain of pure malice and rippling muscle, where a single calloused hand easily ghosts over yours and envelops it fully, yet was always gentle with you, his little lady. He gives you a tender smile, whispering a small "good girl" that left your heart pittering.

Slowly parting and pushing past your puffy folds, your body feels as if it's splitting in half, his leaking crown breaking the thin layer of tissue of your entrance as he sinks into your virgin cunt. Fuck, you felt so full. Your eyes turn glossy, pain searing at your lower half, sucking in a sharp breath as you dig your nails into his skin. "Ah! S-Samuel..! It hurts…!" 

He bit back the chuckle threatening to leave him, finding it amusing how you were already telling him to stop despite him barely having the tip in. Oh, but he knew in just a few minutes, his sweet girl would be singing a different tune. "It's okay, you can take it, [Name]..."

You shook your head, screwing your eyes shut as you hook your arms around his neck and attempt to bring him closer. "N-No, 's too big…!" You sniffle. Samuel lowers himself gently, trying not to move his pelvis forward so as to not hurt you. 

"Shh, give it a few minutes, princess....," he murmurs, swallowing dryly. Fuck, even just having his cockhead dipping into your snug heat had Samuel reeling. The memory of the sight alone when he took off your panties had his mouth salivating — so soft and wet but ever so inviting, waiting to be stretched by a cock and stuffed to the brim with his cum. Oh,  he just couldn't wait to feel the full grip of your virgin cunt. 

It didn't take long for the man to start moving, silently preening at the sounds trickling from the corners of your mouth. The mix of pathetic whines from you only encouraged him to press further, shuddering at the moist sensation of your tears painting his flesh.

Samuel groans, welcoming the warmth of your tepid heat wrapping around him as he sinks into your pussy further, gummy walls swallowing him to go deeper. He leans over your trembling form, resting on his forearms as he molds your cunny to him, burying himself fully with a groan.

Hell, Samuel didn't even sheathe his whole length inside and he already bottomed out. You truly were small.

He rocks backwards, giving a few experimental thrusts, pulling cute moans out of you. Oh, Samuel just wished he could see how your face scrunches up. Hands falling to his back, you rake your nails over his shoulder blades, sputtering, "Oh, fuck, Samuel…! F-Feels - ah!"

An unfamiliar coil began to form in your lower abdomen, tightening every time the man moved in and out of you, one that had you wrapping your legs around him.

Samuel hums, pressing his face to the side of your neck, and nibbling at your flesh in an attempt to distract you from the new sensation. He glides in and out steadily, the squelching of your pussy mixing with the sinful symphony of your voice. The unrelenting tempo had you melting into a puddle, one that soon began to grow into an abyss of Samuel's own euphoric creation.

Mewling, your fingers trail to his black tresses and entangle themselves into his hair, one hand still digging into his back and carving crimson lines into his skin. His cock swells at the grip you have on him, knowing he's the first person to have you so vulnerable and at his mercy.

Every stroke had been like a touch of heaven itself, each trace of his lips leaving a hot trail in its wake, your body shivering at the slithering tongue and sharp canines of the devilish gangster tasting your flesh. Yet his appetite for you was nothing but insatiable.

His sheer weight had you pinned, your small frame flush against the mattress as he fucked into you with fevor, the king-size bed creaking with every snap of his hips. Every brutal thrust into you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, jaw going slack from how amazing he was making you feel. Strangled noises left you as the tension snapped inside you, a shattering cry of his name ripping from your chest. 

"Hm, already cumming, princess? You're so… beautiful…." The man feels his balls tightening, slapping against the curve of your ass whilst your pebbled buds graze against his chest. Thighs flexing, he began to roll his hips after every thrust, pelvis grinding against your mound Strings of silent curses spill from Samuel, hissing as your walls flutter around his girth, sucking him in with a vice grip that had his composure falling apart into pieces. 

You could barely utter a word, squeaking as his cock sunk back into you, the burning pain dancing with the rapture you desperately dreamt, sensitive from your climax. Yet, he needed to feel you cum again. Praises fell from Samuel as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, how well you were taking him, how long he waited for this. The filthy squelching of your slick carried through in the air, wet clicks bouncing off the walls in a continuous rhythm that only seemed to increase in pitch with every thrust. 

He couldn't take it anymore. Samuel had to know how you looked breaking under him. Raising himself from his hunched position, the man ignored your sounds of protests, your arms weakly falling to your sides as he straightened up, never slowing down his pace. They soon died down, melting into pathetic moans once again as you grip onto the sheets by your head.

His left hand trails from your hips to your stomach, palm pressing against soft flesh as he strays higher, brushing past your doughy tits until his hand reaches your neck. Thick fingers wrap around your pretty little throat, squeezing it as you continuously spasm around him, sobbing his name. For once, he finally takes in the sight of his favorite girl losing her innocence. Watching with a lovesick hunger as as he pre-emptively plucks his sweetness and witnesses her wilt under his touch.

Samuel admires your teary face as your cunt struggled to take his thick cock, writhing with your legs weakly hooked around his taut waist, sputtering pitifully, gasping as each nudge of his crown pressed against your cervix. "My sweet girl…" he rasps, right hand pawing at the plush of your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock deep inside your cunny. And he wasn't even fully in, still having an inch unsheathed.

Your body rocked back and forth, each deep thrust suffocating you. The grip he had on your throat had heightened all your senses and each stretch of your walls had you convulsing. God, the pleasure itself was overwhelming all on its own, pushing you over the edge once more. "Sa–ahahh–Samuel…! I-Nghhhahh—— ahh...!" Oh, you looked like the perfect wicked dream.

"Don't worry, my pretty mouse...," Samuel mutters, reveling in the hazy, cock-drunk look on your face as your lips parted to release more pretty cries, breathing sharply as your slick squeezed him. "I'll fuck you every night from now on to make sure I fit in just fine… We'll mold this pretty pussy to take only me, okay…?"

You nod absentmindedly, too focused on the hot stretch of your walls from being so full.

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"Hah…. What a pretty girl with such a small n' tight cunt… and it's all mine."

©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏ��ʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

CollegeTeacher! Simon Riley

The type who sighs exasperatedly if you approach him during his break time so he can answer about something you didn´t understand about his class

He still helps you but is condescending with his responses, if you had paid attention to his class instead of daydreaming about him you wouldn't have any doubts now, don´t you think?

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[yaatrickyassification]

Hello! :D

I see that ur requests are open, if they're not, then uh, ignore thsi (　；∀；)

anyway

may i request gun and samuel (if u write for him ^^) with a gn s/o who's rlly cheerful but has seperation anxiety?

ty and have a nice day/night! :D

Thank you for your request!

[ Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader ] - Gn! s/o who's cheerful but has separation anxiety.

Park Jong Gun:

This man didn't notice anything at first, you were so cheerful and there wasn't anything that alerts him or can make alarm bells ring inside of his head, well, save for the supposed clinging. But Gun sucks it up to be your love language of some sort, he loves it when you cling to him.

He loves it when you depend on him, your arm intertwining with his while your head lays on his shoulder. Heaven.

But somewhat after he does notice some of your clinging tendencies worsen, for example, like, being in distress when he's about to leave for work, excessive worry about him dying or getting injured, and worried about unexpected events that may cause Gun to be gone for weeks or even worse months. He thought of it as you being too overly worried for him and he likes it, no one has ever cared for him this personally before.

Of course, with love comes with dislike. Gun's a man whose very purpose is to be an enigma, a mystery that is supposed to be solved by other people. He has a lot of secrets and his line of work is dangerous. He is worried about you coming with him when he's at work. Also, all of his colleagues are weirdos and he doesn't want their germs infecting you.

The man is blunt and would ask you to back off, he's tired from work and he wants some space for himself too. Of course, he feels guilty for saying that to you but there's little to bear with, when you explain to him that you have separation anxiety, his guilt will double.

"Don't be sorry [y/n], text me, or even call me if you ever feel distressed. I don't guarantee that I can pick up or answer you immediately and if I am free I would text you back or answer your call. I assure you, I will always come back home to you. You will never be left alone ever again with me by your side, got that?"

He became much more lenient than before, he will also buy you a lot of things that remind you of him.

Samuel Seo:

He knows that you have separation anxiety and kind of uses it against you sometimes (sorry for all the Samuel Seo fans out there.) With how this man has been hell-bent on making Gapryong Kim notice him and be proud of his accomplishments when he was a middle schooler, he would have some issues too.

Especially when he found out that his father wasn't the one he had been expecting, and when Samuel strangled the life out of the man, and as Samuel watched the light in those orbs get sucked out of those eyes that looked characteristically similar to his, he gets jealous.

And now he's stuck with a never-ending inferiority complex that can never be healed, of course, when he started to date you, his inferiority complex has slightly gotten better, especially with how cheerful you are, your cheerfulness makes his day a whole lot better.

He's lowkey boasting about his relationship with you with Jake, "see that, you might be Gapryong Kim's son, but have you ever experienced an s/o's touch before? No. You're just a virgin." Okay, I don't exactly see him saying that but it kind of does look like that when he gloats to Jake.

And when he finds out that you get anxious or distressed when he's separated from you? His love meter for you went to the roofs, he hasn't experienced anything when it comes to love and he was neglected ever since his childhood days, and now someone can't sleep when he's not beside them? Gets anxious when he's not there? He loves it.

Assures you that he will never leave your side, when Samuel falls in love he falls in hard, he's entirely dedicated to this relationship, he will answer all of your calls and text, a meeting about a new business opportunity? Wait a damn second, [y/n]'s calling.

Eugene's tired of his bullshit but he's good with what he does that's why he just pays no mind to it.

"How are the third and fourth affiliates doing? Samuel Seo." Eugene's voice echoes throughout the meeting room, the other occupants now staring at the man whose suit looks like it's about to pop near his chest area, as Samuel was about to open his mouth to report his duties, a low ding was heard inside of his pockets, the notification sound familiar to his ears with how it is his designated ringtone if you ever called or text him, or in this case, a text.

Samuel slams down a folder that holds hundreds of paperwork that involves the third and fourth affiliates and explains the summary with quick speed to Eugene causing everyone to almost have nosebleeds with how fast he is talking, though everyone can still perfectly and clearly understand him, his reports were always sincere and with perfect clarity after all.

After the full-on fucking rap from Samuel, he sits himself down calmly before taking out his phone with a smile on his face, Eli just looks at him weirdly while Warren is full-on gawking and Nomen is just there needing a fucking translation on what the shitstorm Samuel just said.

"Oh hey, [y/n], what's up? Something wrong? No, I'm not busy. I just finished doing my report, yeah, I'm about to come home. Do you want me to buy food? Okay, what do you need? I'll buy all of it." 

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