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yandere-writer-momo · 5 months

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Yandere Head Canons:

My Purpose

Mad Scientist Husband x Reader x Yandere Clone

Now your husband, Dorian Goodman, truly believed he was doing you a favor with his newest creation… or should he say creations? He felt like a horrible husband by being away from you for long hours but he was allergic to pet dandruff so that was out of the equation… so why not clean himself? That way you wouldn’t be lonely! He only had his genius to blame for the horror he inflicted on you from this…

So imagine waking up to see your husband laying beside you in the bed still? His arms felt colder than normal and he smelled like preservatives… something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it… his black hair was still long and beautiful just like his dark lashes. But something in your gut told you this wasn’t him.

And that’s when the figure beside you wakes up and gives you a bright smile. “I’m Dee. I’m your husband’s clone to keep you company while he’s away.”

You never shot up from the bed so fast to call your husband. You were extremely upset with him for creating a replica of himself rather than spend time with you himself… the nerve!

But your husband reassured you it was fine. That Dee was essentially him in every single way and that Dee could be your companion. He brushed off your concerns on this being cheating since Dee was a complete biological copy of Dorian himself but Dee could be deactivated by Dorian’s voice… it frustrated you. Why couldn’t he just leave his silly inventions behind and just spend time with his own spouse once and awhile? You were so lonely in this mansion…

But you didn’t take your frustration out on Dee. The poor clone was as clueless as you but he insisted he was created to serve you. Dee’s purpose was to take care of your needs

Dee would clean around the house and do the yard work. He was the complete opposite of the stoic Dorian. He felt more like a real human being than your own husband… minus how abnormally cold he was. He didn’t talk much but he was there. You started to grow attached to him

You spent a lot of time with Dee. He’d cover you with a blanket if you sat in your reading nook to read, he’d brew you your favorite coffee/tea, and he’d rub your shoulders. You constantly had to tell Dee that it was okay. That he didn’t have to be at your every beck and call but he would always say, “you’re my purpose.”

And Dee took notice of your sexual frustration when he peaked in on you touching yourself in the privacy of the bathroom within the glass shower walls. Curiosity began to settle in him. The cute whimpers and cries from your lips stirred something within him and he pushed the door open

You nearly screamed when Dee entered the bathroom, the only place he wasn’t beside you. But what shocked you more was the large erection in his gray joggers. It seemed he was more human than you thought and you were aching for something inside of you…

You let Dee have his way with you. He truly was a copy of your husband from how much he stretched you. Dee felt so good. He was so big and he was so strong. And he oddly smelled like your husband now… like clean linen and citrus. It was comforting and sexy. It was like Dorian was with your right now. Like Dorian was inside of you.

And in your passion it spilled from your lips once your orgasm rocked through you. Three little words that changed Dee forever, “I love you.” Dee held you while he rode you through your orgasm until his finally came. His strong arms held you up and his cheeks were filled with color. You loved him. You loved him. Dee didn’t want to ever be deactivated. Des wanted to be with you.

Dee would big spoon you every night. His large body pressed as close to yours as physically possible. There was a change in him. He was starting to become warm. Warm like a furnace. It was strange…. Dee became more and more human as the days turned to months. Your texts to your real husband became less and less but he probably didn’t even notice since he was busy with his inventions.

Dee would make you breakfast every morning and have his face between your legs to please you while you ate. Breakfast and sex became the norm for you and him. It felt so wonderful to feel wanted again. And every time, Dee begged you to tell him how you loved him. He would do anything to you to hear those words. Anything.

A shame you started to neglect your real husband. Dorian was shocked to see you folded up in a pretzel in your bed while Dee slammed into you like a mad man. This wasn’t what the clone was built for. He wasn’t built to fuck you. What the hell?

And that’s when Dee gave him a smirk. It was like looking in a mirror except there was something terrifying behind those ice blue eyes. Something sinister and Dorian didn’t like it at all. Dorian needed to get rid of Dee quickly… Dorian gave Dee one last look before he walked out of the room before you noticed

Dee kissed your head as he tucked you in. “I’m going to go get some water, okay?”

Dorian waited in the kitchen for Dee to come to him and the clone did. Dorian and him stared at each other for a few minutes before Dorian sighed.

“Deactivate.” Dorian told Dee but the clone remained standing there menacingly rather than deactivating like he was supposed to. “I said deactivate-“

And that’s when Dee launched himself toward Dorian and began to strangle him. His ice blue eyes filled with glee as the color slowly drained from Dorian’s face. An evil smirk on his face.

“It’s my purpose to make (your name) happy and there not happy with you so you can’t deactivate me anymore.” Dee whispered in Dorian’s ear. “They don’t love you. They love me.”

Dee ended up burying Dorian in the backyard before you woke up. He didn’t want you to be sad about your old husband any longer….

Dee slipped the ring he took off Dorian’s finger onto his. The shiny gold band now proudly on display. A smile on his face. Your real husband was with you now and he’d make you happy.

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vylithscat · 11 months

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their colognes and smells - obey me! hcs

prompt: you’ve spent your time around demons, angels and even a human sorcerer so often that you've begun picking up the smells that signal they're nearby. genre: general, slight fluff, you/your pronouns pairings: bros, dateables (minus luke) & sides word count: 1.5k

Lucifer doesn’t pile on his cologne, he prefers a lighter one with faint traces of citrus and cedarwood. As long as the scent will get you clinging to his side and commenting on it, he’ll try it once. His chest puffs out slightly each time you do, a smile tugging on his lips as he mumbles a thank you. When he isn’t going out, and your face is buried into the crook of his neck as he works, you can pick up traces of the ink he uses and a faint hint of rose and lilac. It’s almost dizzying how well everything gently mixes together, and it helps you drift to sleep in his lap before he carries you to his bed.

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Mammon’s cologne is the heaviest of anyone around you. You can tell when he’s approaching, and when he’s found his way next to you. He often prefers smells that are pleasing to you; warm and an after scent of spices like nutmeg and cinnamon. It compliments him well and doesn’t hurt your nostrils. Despite how much he piles on, when it finally begins to dwindle and you stuff your face into his hair, you can smell Grimm. It’s subtle, carefully acknowledging how much of his time is spent around the currency. The metal doesn’t burn, and the paper smell of it is all the more subtle, but you can still smell what he’s around the most, besides you.

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Leviathan never really wears cologne. He finds it stupid and a waste of his time, adding some random scent to yourself. If you like it, he won’t care, but he’ll snip a comment about his brother’s cologne from time to time, especially if they pile it on and burn his nose. Since he doesn’t wear any, the only thing you can smell when you’re laying with him is shampoo. A gentle mix of hibiscus and mint greets your nose when you rest your head near the demon, the scent grows a slight bit stronger if you mess with his hair and his chirp of embarrassment sends a smile across your face.

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Satan doesn’t care much about cologne and sticks to the same one if he likes its fragrance. The only time he’ll try something new is if you hum over a different bottle’s scent. It’s applied sparingly but you can tell when he’s around. He often prefers earthy, woody scents that carefully compliment each other. When it’s faint and the two of you are together, carefully wrapped up in blankets, you can smell his books and their papers gently wafting off of him. It was like waves, carefully cascading over you and helping you feel at peace as you nuzzled deeper into the blankets, stirring the demon next to you with a soft groan.

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Asmodeus prefers perfume over the smell of cologne. The smell is more intense and concentrated, and has more pleasing scents to him. He prefers the floral scents, as they’re more common, but won’t hesitate to try something new or even lend you one if your interest is piqued. When he isn’t wearing anything, which is rather rare, he smells like a freshly run bath, the smell of eucalyptus relaxing your body as if you stepped into a spa. A faint trace of rose petals will often compliment it, the smells mixing together perfectly to help lure you to sleep.

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Beelzebub rarely ever puts on cologne. He doesn’t mind it, but it’s not his thing in the slightest, but he doesn’t need it. When you’re walking, you can tell when he's soon to follow. A light trace of meats follows him anywhere. Anything he eats will often be picked up by him, and it will all carefully compliment each other throughout the day until he ends up falling asleep. Even as he sleeps, a new day of foods and sweets follows him, mixing to make the most delicious smelling meal you could think of.

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Belphegor doesn’t wear cologne. Doesn’t care for it, never has. However, he doesn’t need to care about adding a scent onto him, as he always smells like fresh linen, a gentle trace of freshly cut grass and morning dew following. The smell is the strongest at his waist and hair, and if you were to bury your face in to pick up more of it, you would hear a soft giggle escape the demon’s lips before he tried to hold onto you. The smell helps you feel at ease and will make you sleepy, even more so if he curls himself around you.

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Diavolo wears a lot of cologne, it overpowers those around him but its scent is lovely. It’s the scent of amberwood, carefully brushing against you when he comes up to greet you. When it finally dims, and the scent is faint, you can smell a mix of ink, tea and demonus. On some days, the ink and tea is stronger, and freshly out of a party, all you can smell is demonus. When all together, they come at you in waves, none too strong, but not too subtle. You know he was hard at work when ink hits you first, the scent stronger than anything else.

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Barbatos wears colognes that are heavy but refreshing when he passes by. He prefers those that smell like citrus and fruit, his favorite is a careful blend of apple, lemon and plum with a gentle amount of floral following it. When it becomes faint, it compliments the teas he owns that he picks as he goes about his day. The occasional day where he’s in the kitchen, cooking his heart out, his cologne manages to mix together perfectly with his food, especially those of the sweeter kind. When you’re able to huddle close to him, every scent will fill your mind and make you forget what you were doing for a second, until he coaxes you to a seat to serve you, even for a brief moment.

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Simeon wears his cologne very sparingly. His preferred type smells the most like sage and rosewood, and it compliments the smell of bread that often follows him. Considering where he lives, it’s not much of a surprise he smells like food. Although bread is the strongest, focusing in and nuzzling your face into his side brings out the sweeter, gentler scents. He may smell like a freshly baked pie or a cupcake depending on the day, but they all manage to mix together into the perfect combination.

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Solomon has been through a dozen different colognes throughout his life, and he’s managed to settle on one that’s gentle on those around him. Its strongest scents are cucumber and camelia, carefully mixing together to compliment each other. When it dims and you’re curled up studying with him, he smells like a different mix of woods, almost like you had stepped into a forest. In the morning, if you stayed with him overnight, you can often smell coffee and caramel wafting off him. The woods are still there, making you bury your face into his shoulder to mix everything together into the perfect cabin getaway.

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Raphael’s cologne is another of the lighter scents. He doesn’t pile it on, which makes it hard to pick up the amber and citrus from him, but if you’re able to get close enough, it’ll all mix together nicely. Coming by to visit him at night will greet you with a gentle lavender scent, if he’s freshly out of the shower, it’s even stronger. Messing with his hair will have you hum as it rolls off a little stronger than before. He often gently grumbles and glances at you, asking if you’d like to see what he uses. Aside from his hair, it’s subtle on his shoulders and back, making it a little easier to catch the scent.

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Thirteen has never worn perfume or cologne, she finds putting it on a little stupid. The only way to convince her is during some big event, and even then, she may not agree. In general, she smells like a field of grass and flowers, almost like she had just walked through one. When you first met her though, she smelled like nothing. A faint trace of iron and sulfur floating around her, but not overpowering any earthy or rock smells from her cave. She’s always a dice roll on what she could smell like, day after day, you’re greeted with something new, but you always smell a subtle amount of grass when near her.

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Mephistopheles wears a heavy amount of cologne that it burns ever so slightly. His favorite smells strongly of oakmoss, cedarwood and musk, and it overpowers other smells around you when it’s fresh in the morning. As the day goes on, and his cologne is barely clinging on, when you get closer to him a trace of demonus brushes your nose and sends you looking back at him. He may snap at you when you stare for too long, but the prideful look on his face when you compliment his cologne sends a smile to your lips. The strongest scent of his cologne and the demonus can be found at his jaw and crook of his neck, but good luck getting that close out of nowhere.

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apolloendymion · 7 months

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ok! i think tumblr ate my fucking apple cider recipe post. still, my autumn equinox tradition must carry on!

Apollo's Foolproof From-Scratch Apple Cider That Was So Good It Allegedly Landed Me A Boyfriend

you will need:

12 apples (the variety is up to you, i usually do half granny smith and half whatever's on sale plus a red delicious for garnishing)

10oz raisins

cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, star anise, nutmeg, allspice, cardamom pods, any other warming spices u like (whole > ground) (follow ur heart on the amounts, it's like garlic just throw so much in there. just go wild)

1 orange

brown sugar (i don't have measurements but be prepared to use a LOT lmao, i always buy at least one 32oz bag. you'll be sweetening to taste.)

large pot with lid

potato masher (optional)

two large bowls/pots/receptacles to strain the cider into

fine mesh strainer

cheesecloth or coffee filters (optional)

apple corer or knife

citrus zester

slotted spoon or ladle

the steps:

1. scrub apples gently under hot water to remove grocery store wax coating. core apples making sure all seeds & stems are removed. add apples, raisins, and mulling spices to pot with enough water to fully cover ingredients, and bring to boil. reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 1 hour.

2. scrub orange to remove wax. zest and juice, avoiding the pith & seeds. use a potato masher or other utensil to lightly mash boiled apple mixture so every apple slice is at least partially broken up, then add the zest & juice to the pot. bring back to boil, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for another hour. then turn off the heat and allow mixture to cool.

3. place two mesh strainers over two bowls or pots (and cover each with a cheesecloth or coffee filters, if you have them). with a slotted spoon or ladle, remove as much of the solids from the pot as you can and place them in one strainer (the larger one, if they are different sizes) to drain, then press out as much liquid into the cheesecloth as possible.

4. pour the cider from the simmer pot into the second cheesecloth and press. combine the liquid from both bowls.

5. add brown sugar to taste

cooking tips:

the times listed above are bare minimums. once all the ingredients are in the pot (minus sugar!) you can simmer as long as you want, so long as someone's nearby to supervise.

always add any sweeteners after the cooking process. otherwise, they'll burn and make the whole thing bitter.

if it's too acidic, add baking soda or more spices. if it's not acidic enough, add lemon juice, additional orange juice, or apple cider vinegar.

variations:

add 12oz fresh cranberries to the first step

sub oranges for lemons or apple cider vinegar

sub brown sugar for straight molasses, maple syrup, or alternative sweetener of your choice (I'd imagine fig or other fruit-based sweeteners would work best)

report back to me if you try something new!! i want to hear how it turned out!

serving suggestions:

add three or four cinnamon imperials (red hots) to your mug, along with a dash of fireball whiskey if you're so inclined. i cannot stress enough how fucking amazing this tastes.

garnish with apple slices, orange slices, cinnamon sticks, and/or star anise

if you have dairy-free ice cream on hand, pour some cider over a scoop. you can use dairy ice cream, but it's more likely to curdle.

freeze some in an ice cube tray, then blend with some non-frozen cider for a slushie

ok I've never tried this, but i bet blending with pumpkin puree would slap. PLEASE tell me if you try it

this makes a metric fuckload of cider, which is very rich and can be watered down considerably (seriously). share with your friends and/or freeze some to last the season (or halve it, i guess, but that's no fun :P)

#mabon #autumn equinox #fall equinox #apple cider #recipe #autumn recipes #fall recipes #from scratch #easy recipes #apollo's recipes

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veeveex3 · 2 years

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Making Out + Alone Time with the Juniors / Third-years

i didn't think that i'd reach 100 followers so fast nor did i think i'd get over 1000 notes on a post so fast. for that, i really can't say thank you enough! but i can write more kissing headcannons cuz y'all are a bunch of SIMPS (affectionate <3)

CW: suggestive / lime (if you ever told past me that i'd be using the citrus scale one day, i would think you where lying-), kissing, talk of erections and sexual fluids, petting and suggested heavy petting, a virgin's attempt at writing people just almost having sex, French, use of the following pet names: baby, babe, honey, dear, my beloved, love, and dearest, Leona calls you herbivore, mentions of spanking and drool, yuu / reader is gender neutral, yuu / reader's agab and genitals are never stated, made for 16+ readers do not read if you're under 16

an: i'm not gonna include lilia in this just cuz, assuming that you're yuu in this scenario or you just go to nrc, i don't think he's gonna kiss someone as young as silver ykwim. also, if i write stuff like this in the future, it's gonna be with the juniors / third-years (and maybe staff if there's a demand for that??) cuz the freshmen and sophomores are still technically minors and these headcannons are very suggestive and i just don't feel comfortable with that. i'll write romantic stuff for them, yeah (MINUS ORTHO AND GRIM FOR OBVIOUS REASONS) but i'll keep thinking purely romantic / platonic with them

Cater Diamond:

Cater, despite how it may appear, is really insecure

While he may flirt around and occasionally make out with people, he's never nearly been as intimate with someone as he has been with you

Usually, he'd be a lot more confident with making out with others

But with you, he lets you take care of him for the night

Cater throws his head back to moan, his hands gripping your waist as you grind yourself on top of him.

"Baby, please quit teasing me." He humps up against your crotch, hoping to get his release soon. He whines as he feels your hands push his naked stomach back down.

"Just for a little bit longer, ok?" You start licking his neck, causing him to have to cover his mouth to stop him from moaning any more.

"Let's at least finish stripping, please?" Cater thumbs the waistband of your underwear, biting his lip as you grind down harder against him.

"Not yet, just be patient." You say as you start to play with his hair. "We'll get to the good part eventually." He nods, hoping he can last long enough before then. You place your lips onto his, holding his face tenderly as you do so. He reciprocates the kiss, playing with your thighs as you keep grinding against him. You gently bite his bottom lip to let your tongue inside. Your hands rest on top of his as you feel Cater starting to tense up. You break the kiss and rub his hands.

"I guess you can't wait any longer, huh?" You tease, kissing his cheek as you stop moving against him. Your crotch feels sticky, whether from you or Cater you can't tell.

"Don't worry, babe" You lift yourself up slightly to slip your fingers under his waistband, "I promise to stop teasing you now."

"Please, baby, I need you." He holds you against his chest tightly, instinctively grinding back up against you.

Trey Clover:

Trey doesn't really have the time for romance, let alone anything remotely sexual, since he has a lot of responsibilities to do

However, he took his shot at having a relationship with you since he really does like you

And since he really likes you, he allows himself to indulge in the pleasure your provide for him every once in a while

Trey holds you on his lap, kissing you gently. His hands rest on your lower back, rubbing against it just as soft as his kisses.

"Thank you so much, honey" he says, quickly breaking the kiss, "I really needed this."

"You don't need to thank me, I like kissing you." You ruffle his hair and kiss his nose, making him chuckle underneath you.

"So, can I be a little more rough today?" His hands ghost against your bum, his eyes look back at you with hints of desire.

"Of course, I don't mind." The second you say that, his lips attach onto your's, far more desperate than before. His hands squeeze your butt; as you gasp, he uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. His tongue roughly moves against yours, a lot rougher than you ever expected from him. His hands, similarly, feel heavy against you bum as he gives it occasional light swats. He breaks the kiss, his breathing is short and his eyes are hazy.

"I know this is a bit of a bold question," he bites his lip and rubs small circles against your rear, "can I smack your bum?"

"Yeah," your eyes wide but full of interest, "I'm ok with that." He nods as he starts kissing you again, hands gripping your butt again. Soon, he places the first smack against your bottom. He, again, uses your moans to further the kiss as he keeps rubbing your bum just to spank it. Once again, he breaks the kiss and grabs onto your dominant hand.

"You make me feel so good, honey" he says, pulling your hand off of his shoulder and slowly further down his body. "You wanna see?" You nod and he places your hand on his throbbing erection, his pants slightly damp from arousal. "You feel that? You made me like this, honey. So, are you ready to take responsibility."

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona, like I said before, probably made out with people before

Like Cater, it was less due to a lack of intimacy but rather because he wanted a way to release his pent up frustration

However, ever since he's gotten with you, he doesn't feel as frustrated and rather makes out with you because he wants to be as close to you as possible

Leona lays down on his bed with you on top of him. His tongue lazily dances against your own, his hands roaming along your lower half. He plunges his tongue further down your mouth, exploring your mouth a bit before gently pulling your head off by the cheek with a pop.

"Damn, you taste so good, herbivore." You groan at his lame excuse of a pet name.

"Y'know, you can call me something more romantic, right?" He laughs and playfully bites your bottom lip in response.

"Yeah, I can. But I think you're annoyed responses are a lot funnier, herbivore." He makes sure to emphasize the last part. You get fed up with his teasing, so you kiss him again. His eyes widen a bit as your lips embrace his own. He smiles though, reciprocating the kiss. As you kiss, Leona places his hand on your lower back pressing your crotch down against his own. You break your kiss in surprise and look down at Leona's smug expression.

"I didn't know you could be so gutsy, herbivore." He pulls you up slightly to adjust him self underneath you; his feet now lie flat on the bed, letting him grind against you easier.

"It's only because I wanted to stop you from calling me that painfully stupid nickname." He sucks his teeth, pressing you down against him again.

"Yeah yeah" he chuckles as he grinds against you, "If you hated it that much, I don't think you'd kiss me cuz of it, herbivore." He kisses you softly again as he rolls his hips against your own. His hands faintly rub against your body, touching as much of you as he can. Shortly after, he gives you a couple pats on the back, breaking the kiss. He looks up at you, pupils seemingly larger than before. "You wanna go further?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." He smiles, picking you up by the waist as he flips you onto the bed.

"Good, I need you so bad, baby."

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil doesn't really indulge himself in sexually charged make out sessions

He'd rather take his time to make sure that the both of you feel good

Right now though, he's really stressed out due to his acting career and other work

So you'd help him relieve some stress, right?

"I feel so wrong for acting so unromantic with you" He says as he breaks the kiss, "But, I would be a liar to say I'm not excited right now." He picks you back up and lays you down on his chaise, going right back to kissing you as hard as before. His hands pins your legs back to leave space for his own.

Vil picks you up by your waist, rushing you two to his bedroom. He's had a stressful day so far and all he wants to do is indulge in his favorite form of stress relief: you. Once he forces his way into his room, he locks it shut and pushes you against the wall, kissing you harder than he usually does. His lips, normally feather light against yours, feel like they're going to bruise you. His hands tightly hold your ass, making you realize how strong he is in comparison to his slender figure.

"Please forgive me for this, dear." He humps against your crotch, moaning softly in your ear. "Don't be afraid tell me if you want to stop."

"No, please don't stop." You whine into his ear, holding his back tight.

Rook Hunt:

"Thank you." He presses his lips back against yours. He tries to hold back his movements, but the warmth of your body is addicting to him, giving his hips a mind of their own. He shortly breaks the kiss to look at you. How he wishes he was the fairest of them all, it's so hard given how beautiful you are to him. His heart grows fuller thinking about how you love him despite how ugly he's being right now.

"I love you, Vil." Your hands move up to cup his face, his movements cease for a spilt second so he can lean further into your hands.

"I love you too." His voice is faint and soft to hear, but still ever present. His hips move faster than before, moans leaving both of your lips. As you can both feel your releases coming soon, Vil stops to take off his heels. His hand slowly reach for his belt, his other placed near your head to whisper in your ear. "Undress for me dear, I don't want our clothes to be ruined."

Rook, similar to Vil, would rather take his time when kissing you

He finds you beautiful and he wants to let you know that as much as he can

So whenever you two are free, which isn't as often as you two would like, he tries to make you feel as loved as possible

You and Rook are both stripped down into your underwear. Rose petals surround your body on the bed and a red, cinnamon candle lit on his desk. The two of you have been kissing and grinding against each other for what seems like eternity and neither of you have met some sort of relief. His lips dance against your own and his tongue matches your movements perfectly. Any effort to further the kiss mets you with Rook stoping to bite your bottom lip as a punishment.

"C'mon Rook!" You whine, hoping to let things go any further. However he goes back to kissing you, just as gentle as before. His hands trace over your body, writing words of praise and endearment into your skin. His hips slowly roll against your own, making you squirm at how painfully aroused you are. At this point, you think he'll just be teasing you for the rest of the night! That is until Rook separates your kiss with a thread of spit still connecting you two.

"Just relax for me, mon amour." He lies soft kisses from your neck, your chest, your stomach, and finally right over your crotch. "Is this alright with you, my beloved?" You nod your head, excited to finally have some stimulation on your genitals.

"I need you to say it, love." You frown and look away from him. "Don't look away, look at me when you tell me how much you want me."

"Please touch me, Rook." You plead, looking him in the eyes, "I need it." He smiles, leaning down to kiss your crotch. He chuckles at how aroused you've gotten, kissing the wet stain on your underwear and fingers playing with the waistband.

"Of course. Now let me take care of you, mon amour."

Idia Shroud:

Idia isn't used to any kind of affection, romantic or sexual

Hell, he thought that he'd be single forever until you forced him to acknowledge that you liked him

Even after you've started dating slowly after, he still isn't really one to make out

But if you wanted to, I guess he'd be willing to make out with you

If Idia knew that you two would start making out when he invited you over to his room, he would've been a bit more prepared than he is now. All he wanted to do was watch anime together, but one thing lead to another and now you're making out! You're sitting on his lap, using your tongue to explore his mouth and your hands teasing above his crotch. His moans and whines are luckily covered up with your mouth. He kisses are clumsy and and soft, treating you as if you were made of glass. In comparison, you kiss him a lot harder, your tongue intentionally pressing against his in order to make whimper and shift underneath you. He pants softly once your mouth leaves his, growing faster when you lightly touch his growing erection.

"Is this ok?" You lightly kiss his neck as your fingers touch his bulge.

"I guess..." His hands grips your waist as you palm his crotch, pretty moans slipping from his lips. Your hand rubs against his twitching bulge as you look at Idia. His face is covered by his hands but his flamey hair moves quickly like a roaring forest fire.

"Can I go further?" You hand quickens against him, making his moans heighten in pitch.

"You wanna touch me more?!" He moves his hands to look at you, his eyes lidded and slightly damp with tears.

"Only if you let me." Your hands leave his body, just in case he says no. To your surprise, he grabs your hand to place them back on his crotch.

"No, please, I..." He bites his lips, his normally blue flames growing pinker by the second, "I want you to touch me more, please?"

Malleus Draconia:

"Of course." Your hand moves under his pants to touch him directly. A whine forcibly escapes his lips, his hands now gripping your waist for dear life. You truly are gonna be the death of him.

Malleus loves you, and even then that's putting his feelings for you lightly

He's tried to put it into words how much your love has changed his life for the better, but it still doesn't seem to convey his feelings good enough

So he has to show you physically how much he loves you

Malleus pins you down to the bed, holding you hands in his above your head.

"It is ok if I kiss you, correct?" He looks at you longingly, lips already slightly parted. You nod your head, closing your eyes as he leans in to kiss you. His kisses are soft and gentle, yet his hands are firmly interlaced between yours, as if he's afraid you'll leave him if he held them even slightly lighter. You start to kiss him harder, wanting to further things for his gentle kissing. He gasps in response, giving you an opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. Malleus' eyes are blown out as you rub your tongue against his. He clumsily tries to replicate your movements, which you find rather endearing.

The moans he lets out inside your mouth are uncharacteristic for his intimating demeanor; the unanimously feared Malleus Draconia was slowly become putty in your hands just from a heated kiss. He slowly breaks away, drool dripping from his mouth. His hands let go of your's, placing them on your blazer. "May I undress you, please?" He smiles as you nod, taking your shirt and blazer off. He leaves small kisses down your body as he goes to take off your pants. He shuffles them off, eyes widening at your aroused state. Once you're stripped down to your underwear, he strips himself, his eyes not leaving your nearly nude form. Once he's done, you get up to kiss him again, tracing your fingers against his abs.

"Can I touch you?" You look down towards his crotch to make sure he doesn't misunderstand you. He grabs onto your hand, looking you in the eyes.

"Of course. Can I touch you as well?" You nod again, and he wastes no time cupping your genitals. "Good, now let me show my love for you, dearest."

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baby, it’s cold outside

in the midst of an intense snow storm you and sunwoo are trapped in tbz’s dorm together, giving you two nothing but time to talk about any and everything - including his feelings for you.

pairing: sunwoo x black!fem!reader

g: very fluffy!! with slight angst. and slight smut at the end. hehe.

sigh. how did you not know that it was going to snow today? specifically the winter storm you had a front-row seat to, courtesy of sunwoo’s gigantic window that allowed you the perfect view of city.

the wind is blowing hard, forcing the white flakes to move around in a hectic manner. the streets are already beginning to go from black to white, all in thirty minutes. you had so many plans tonight, for one, not being stuck sleeping on sunwoo’s couch. you were separated from your bed by miles in the double digits, yet you could still hear it calling your name in desperation.

“you know,” sunwoo interrupts your thoughts. he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since the moment he realized you wouldn’t see or feel them burning holes into you. “staring at it isn’t going to make the storm pass by any faster.” he chuckles.

you were so precious, and you weren’t even trying. you never tried. everything about you was so effortlessly beautiful. he can’t lie - he’s a little hurt that you don’t seem ecstatic about being trapped in here with him, but what could he say? you weren’t his girl; he just wanted you to be. even so, his heart can’t but feel drained in his chest—as if it was tired for beating for you.

he had learned a long time ago that he needed to embrace your relationship for what it was instead of mourning what he felt it should be. you were his best friend, and he was yours. the two of you had an uncanny amount of things in common, but even in your differences did you two manage to grow together.

it has to be freezing outside with the number of layers you have on. your outfit consists of all black, minus the fuzzy beanie you sport on your head and your signature brown uggs. your hat is a jade green, a color the two of you agreed a long time ago was yours to own forever.

"i might as well take all of this off, hm?" you chuckle in subtle disappointment. your hat goes first. you swiftly toss it to sunwoo, knowing he will catch it with ease and he does. next is your coat, followed by your hoodie that you added for extra protection, and lastly your boots.

"don't sound so excited." sunwoo can't help but mock. he takes all of your belongings to the main closet, which was to the right when you stepped into the dorm. he didn't even have to press his nose to it to smell the sweet, yet citrus scent that always lingered on your soft skin. sometimes, he truly believed that you weren't real—that you had to be an angel on a secret mission to bring comfort to others on earth. to him.

meeting you was a complete accident. a beautiful one, but an accident all the same. he had relived the day in his dreams so many times and he could never forget not even the smallest detail when telling the story to another.

it was backstage at music bank, and sunwoo was in a hurry to get back his dressing room as the boyz were up next to perform. the only problem was, he had completely forgotten how he found the bathroom, and where the bathroom was in conjunction to his dressing room. he was drinking water as he frantically ran around—receiving all kinds of odd stares from stylists and idols, but he didn't care. thinking he may have found his way, he turned the corner sharply only to bump into you. his water bottle completely tipped over; spilling all over your shirt and pants.

God had to be on his side, right? i mean, what are the chances that the first time he’s seen you in awhile due to his hectic schedule, a snowstorm says … surprise!

what are the chances of this being the one time sunwoo didn’t go to practice, meaning no one was in this dorm except you and him. the members were currently stuck at cre.ker, and he could tell they were not happy about it the way the his phone has been vibrating aggressively, non-stop since you got here.

“thank you.” you are still standing near the window, and sunwoo can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“you know you can sit right? why are you acting like this is our first time meeting? we’re best friends, big head.”

your infectious laugh begins to fill the dorm, so much so that for a second sunwoo’s forgets that it’s only the two of you in here. he can’t help but smirk at you. inside, he was smiling, but he could never do that for you. if he looked at you with the power of what he felt for you, his secret would be blown.

“sunwoo.” you’re snapping in his direction repeatedly, and now he’s embarrassed. he was always in a daze when you were around.

“you were not calling me.” he defends quickly.

“i absolutely was, big head.” you mock as you plop down on the couch, swinging both your legs over and closing your eyes. “but I’m not surprised. you never listen to me.”

you loved to offend him. “i always listen to you.” he confesses. there had to be some type of poison in the snow. his usual tough exterior was softening and you had only been here for thirty minutes. yes, your gorgeous features were enough to make any man or woman drop at first sight, but sunwoo had trained himself well. his number was rule was to never show you too much emotion—well, at the least not the kind that would lead you to believe he was in love with you.

“you tired?” he questions from his position on the floor. his legs are crossed as he holds his weight in the palm of his hands.

“more like over it.” you sigh, “but I came over here to see you. I’ve missed you. we’ve both been so busy, but i still feel like the worse friend ever.”

“you’re the farthest from a bad friend. why would you even say that?”

“what type of best friend ghosts her own?”

although you couldn’t help your coping mechanism, that didn’t mean you didn’t feel horrible about it. especially with sunwoo considering he was your ride or die. he deserved better from you.

“we all have bad days y/n. shit, bad weeks, bad months. as your best friend,” sunwoo rises off the floor to rest beside you on the cozy couch. he could see in the way you loss focus on the conversation that you were reminiscing on false memories. “it’s my job to understand you, and know that you don’t hate me or anything when you go quiet sometimes. i know that’s just how y/n is.” he hits your knee affectionately.

he looks up at you now, even though it makes him feel nauseous. you feel even worse. you hated making eye contact with others, especially him. you can’t speak. his sultry eyes have always had the ability to put you in a trance. you’re trying to find the words to respond to him, but it’s like you can’t move.

the way you always get lost in his eyes would make any one else brag, but sunwoo never allowed his ego to be too inflated by it because he knew it had nothing to do with you sharing his feelings.

“how many times have I sucked as a friend? hm?” he speaks once more.

“never.” you gasp in offense. “can you be a meany sometimes? absolutely. but sunwoo,” you grab his already sweaty hand, and he can’t help but feel itchy all over. this was another quirk of yours—your affectionate nature. he knew he would never be able to adjust to it, though. “you are always there for me. all those nights I was calling you to rant about chris…I know you were so damn tired of my ass, but you answered every-time. you can’t say the same about me.”

he was so happy listening to you talk before you mentioned your dickhead of an ex boyfriend.

he never liked bangchan. you and sunwoo had both agreed a long time ago that he had the ability to read people, and he usually wasn’t wrong, but because he loved you so much he wanted to be wrong about the guy. you looked at him with those doe googly eyes of yours. all you did was text him, stay on the phone all night with him, and all the other stuff that sunwoo wished you did with him instead.

he genuinely thought he was going mad, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. even the members thought he was crazy.

“tell me he doesn’t throw you off.”

“listen, I don’t know the guy, sunwoo.” kevin sang politely. “he seems like he could go 50/50. he’s either the best person in the world, or the worst.”

“kevin!” sunwoo yells, stopping him and jacob in their tracks.

“sunwoo!” they yell back in unison.

“50/50? this is y/n we’re talking about right now. like, our y/n? the one near and dear to our hearts? the—

“one you’re in love with?” jacob interrupts with a smirk, not able to harbor even the tiniest bit of irritation towards his member in this moment.

sunwoo is the one haulting now. “what?”

well, they were right. kind of. he came to realize his deep angst towards you and your australian lover was partly due to the fact that he was jealous and in love with you, but he still was completely right about bangchan. he was every distasteful thing sunwoo knew him to be. and he had completely shattered your heart. you—his angel’s heart.

“you aren’t talking to him again, are you?” sunwoo whispers. his right leg begins to tap in anticipation. he loves you to pieces, but you had this weird habit of giving some of the worst people second chances.

“of course not.” you laugh out loud.

phew.

“after cheating on me, and barely being remorseful, fuck him.” you raise a middle finger in the air for good measure.

“i’m just sorry you had to go through that. you didn’t deserve it. you didn’t deserve any of it. the inconsistent behavior, the ghosting and coming back, him fucking on girls that could never even compare to you. he never deserved you.”

sunwoo wants to say more. he wants to go on and on about how lame he is. but he knows you, and he knows that if you want to talk about it you will. plus, he was out of your life now. sunwoo wasn’t going to let any of his energy back in.

your heart feels comforted, yet sore from sunwoo’s caring words. he always gassed you up, on your good days and bad. if someone was going to remind you of your worth, you could count on him. but even his kind words couldn’t make you feel better about your sometimes terrible taste in lovers.

“thank you.” you mutter, breaking eye contact with him finally. “you know, the same can be said about you and yoona.”

oh, yoona. just like sunwoo never liked bangchan, you never liked her. probably because she made it clear she didn’t like you, but everyone always tried to convince you that you were just upset that you had finally been replaced. you never understood the jabs, because you and sunwoo had never dated. he never has had feelings for you.

how do you know that? was always the question. and you’d always have the same answer.

“because when sunwoo wants a girl, he gets her.

was sunwoo really good to you? yes. was he always there when you needed him? of course. but what was a true bestfriend if they did not have these characteristics? you were so thankful to sunwoo, because he’s the closest thing you’ve ever had to knowing what love should feel like. the sweet words, feeling genuinely encouraged no matter what you are about to face, the little gifts that reminded him of you.

“yoona,” he chuckles, reminiscing on how genuinely insane she was. he liked it though. maybe because his down right shameful attempts to show you how he felt about you never gained him anything, so when she was so crazy in love with him, it felt rewarding. you hated her though. shit, he did too…kind of? it was toxic as fuck.

sunwoo has a history of toxic relationships. you always tell him he deserves better. he always wanted to say you were the only better he would accept. that whether a girl was sane or insane, the toxicity would never end because he would be in a relationship while in love with another person. he wanted to emphasize the fact that it wouldn’t be fair to his lover because it could be the day of his wedding day—if you ever even uttered something along the lines of “I want to be with you”, he would run away with you without thinking twice.

but instead he always settled for a plain “mhm.”

“you remember when I was busy practicing for kingdom?” he begins, barely being able to hold in his contagious laughter.

your eyes go to the back of your head immediately as you recall the story he was about to tell. you also realize that you are still holding his hand, so you swiftly let go as you try to get comfortable on the couch. now your palms are sweating. sunwoo has the softest hands in the world. the anxiety you did not realize you had been harboring in your belly has dissolved.

sunwoo’s heart stings when you pull away, but he’s used to the feeling. “don’t roll your eyes at me.” he teases somberly. “a wise woman once told me that you have to laugh through the pain.”

“finish your story.” you roll your eyes again, but this time with that beautiful smile of yours fighting to hide.

he laughs a couple more times before finishing. “and she went through the building asking every single person, even the trainee’s where I was. so fucking embarrassing.” he face plants. maybe he can laugh so hard because she was long gone. or maybe he needed help. regardless, the story was worth telling again because even you are laughing now.

“cheers.” you announce, faking as if you have a shot glass in your hand.

“cheers, but for what?” sunwoo questions.

“to us both being best friends, and having the worst taste in lovers.”

“less talk about them, and more talk about you.”

“it shouldn’t be just about me. i mean, I am in your home.” you sing.

“well i don’t want to talk about just me.”

“so let’s talk about us.” you say, not even realizing what those words did to sunwoo. he was doing so damn good. you were attempting to hypnotize him with those beautiful features of yours. your plump lips, your beautiful melanated skin, your pretty brown eyes, your enchanting smile, and your beautiful braids that had recently got redone.

“I like your hair.” he whispers. fuck it. if you two were stuck in here all night together, he was bound to fall in love with you all over again anyways.

“do I look good, mr. armstrong?” you quote, throwing your braids over your shoulders with all the confidence in the world resting on your finger tips.

he wants to tell you that you are the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen, but once again he refrains and settles for a sly smirk instead.

“oh-“ you sit up promptly, inching your face closer to his, “I asked you a question.” you tease.

he hates how much he loves you. he hates how nervous you make him.

now there’s a silence. it’s peaceful, yet so many things can be heard. even through the storm there are cars on the road trying to get to their destination—honking and swerving along the way. he can hear the heat blowing throughout the dorm. sunwoo can also hear you breathing. he can tell you are relaxed, and yes, you are still so close to his face.

“i’m not moving away until you say yes.” you breathe right on his earlobe.

“then I guess you’ll be sitting right here all day.”

he could barely get that out without choking.

you begin to nod your head before speaking, “okay…I see how it’s gonna be tonight. you’re being tough on me, even though I drove all the way over here just to see you—keep in mind that time you spilled water all over my outfit at music bank.”

he’s smiling now. he’s fucking smiling because like he mentioned before, this was his favorite story to tell.

“it was an accident.”

“then why do you look like you’re about to bust out laughing, sunwoo.” you punch his arm lightly, like a child, and he breaks.

sunwoo always said he loves your laugh, but his was even more infectious. maybe it was because seeing him genuinely find something funny was a rare sight, or maybe…you didn’t know what that other maybe was. you knew you would do anything to see him laugh though.

“oh my God.” is all he can get out, still trying to calm down from his laughing fit.

“it was never that funny.”

“then why are you laughing too?”

good point.

“sunwoo,” you speak when you can finally catch your breath, “how am I going to sleep here? i have no bonnet, no night clothes, not a damn thing.”

“well, i may not be able to fix all of that, but I do have clothes. come on.” he gets up from the couch, placing a hand out for you to join him. in reality he just wanted an excuse to hold your hand again. it always calmed his anxiety down.

you don’t hesitate to grab it before allowing him to lead you to his room. this wasn’t your first time in here. back before you started getting booked for more make up gigs, you and sunwoo would hide from the world here quite often. you always asked him did the other members hate you.

“of course not. no one could ever hate you. it’s like, scientifically impossible.” he would always say.

sunwoo directs you to sit on his bed as he squats down to get to his drawer.

there it is again. the peaceful silence. for sunwoo, this was something that could never go unnoticed. he just wished there was a way he could get the balls to confess to you, and that although you didn’t like him now, that you would be open to letting him show you what real love feels like. he wasn’t always the most confident even though he pretended to be, but there was always a small part of him that wished you just give him a chance.

you were literally his peace. how could he ever be with someone else when they could never make him feel like this?

sunwoo grabs one of his graphic tee’s and some basketball shorts. he would’ve gave you some sweatpants, but you hated sleeping in pants especially in a warm environment.

“thank you baby boo.” you blow him a kiss before getting up to go to the bathroom to change. it doesn’t take long for you to switch clothes, and you can’t help but chuckle as you observe the messy bathroom you were in. boys.

there have been plenty of times where you sported sunwoo’s hoodies and jackets, but his entire wardrobe was a first. you walk out, all of a sudden feeling a wave of embarrassment run through you.

why were you so cute? you’re waddling back to him, his clothes doing their best to fit your body.

“cute.” sunwoo mutters. while you were in the bathroom, he was trying to figure out a way to turn his pillow case into a scarf for you. he had no idea how any of this worked, but he knew silk was important for your hair. he also knew you were gonna start crying soon when you had to mess up your freshly done hair on top of being stuck in here with him.

“thank you.” you mutter back, but you turn around as if you forgot something in the living room. you had to have ran the way you reappeared so quickly, this time with a bottle of wine in your hand.

“where did you get that from?” he scoffs. “alcoholic.”

“i prefer the term, extremely stressed.”

sunwoo attempts to stand, “let me get us some glasses or something.” but your hand sharply grabs his wrist to hault him.

“sit down. are we not best friends? we’re just gonna share it.”

this was so embarrassing. this was the closest to kissing you he would ever know, hm?

before he can blink the bottle is open and you’re downing it like you hadn’t had liquid in your body for 48 hours — nothing unusual from you. he takes the bottle from you after you chug it and does the same. he had never had this wine before, but it was good as hell. it was sweet, but citrus at the same time—wait.

“this is going to sound so weird,” he begins, “but why does this wine taste how you smell?” he chuckles.

“you’re not already drunk are you, lightweight?” you’re smiling at him again. you were always fucking smiling at him.

the night goes on, the two of you drinking more and more of the bottle until it’s empty, simply a weapon for an intruder. you had no intentions of doing this, but fuck it. you can’t lie, the room is spinning. you take a look at sunwoo who’s already looking at you.

every time you got drunk with each other and made eye contact like this, you felt it. you had always tried so damn hard to not feel like this, but how could you not? look at him.

he was so perfect. his skin always looked like it had been made love to by the sun. his teeth were perfect, his face was sculpted to perfection. he was fine as hell. you may have been able to push down everything else you felt for him, but that was something you could never deny.

but you knew him. and you had given up the dream of the two of you ever being a thing when you saw how he acted with girls he actually liked. he oozed with confidence, because just like you knew he was fine, he knew he was fine too.

did sunwoo show you how a woman should be treated? yes. but that’s what real men did. they became your examples so that you never have to be confused when you actually date. truth be told, all of his members had their moments where they did nice things for you.

now sunwoo is snapping in your face. he’s so damn drunk, and he knows it because he can’t stop giggling like a middle schooler who was sitting beside his crush for the first time.

his thoughts are running wild right now. there’s so many emotions bouncing from wall to wall inside of him that he genuinely feels like he can explode. your beauty has intensified by a thousand even though his vision was not as clear as it was before. his love for you, although he didn’t realize it was possible, has gotten even stronger in a mere thirty minutes. his length is twitching and his mouth, unbeknownst to him, was watering ever so slightly as he looks at you.

the two of you have been drunk together before, but it was always a gigantic group of people around, so what’s about to happen, could never happen.

it’s as if sunwoo no longer has control of his body. his left hand slowly creeps on your knee and he begins to rub it ever so gently. his eyes have yet to leave yours. he’s afraid he’ll blind you with how intense he’s glaring into you, but he can’t look away. he feels like he can see through you.

you can’t stop him. truthfully, him caressing your knee was nothing abnormal, but this time it feels…different. and the way he’s looking at you—you can’t help but squeeze your legs together. you don’t know what else to even do in this moment.

now sunwoo is moving closer to you. he expects you to start moving back, and it was at that moment he was going to excuse himself, but you don’t move. your breathing that was previously relaxed is now unsteady, and he swears he can hear how loud and hard your heart is beating.

“babygirl.”

he presses his plump lips to yours, and it’s as if time stops.

you know how they say when you have a near death experience, your life flashes before your eyes? well, that’s what the two of you were experiencing right now. this was the death of your friendship, now being reborn into something even deeper, although the two of you weren’t sure what that meant.

it’s like a projector is replaying every moment the two of you have ever had for the both of you to see. his lips are still connected to yours—your eyes seemingly wired shut as you’re forced to watch the movie that was your life.

sunwoo sees music bank, he sees himself frantically apologizing until he looks up, wondering what a beautiful girl like you was doing back here around all of these judgmental people. he sees the first time the two of you ever hung out. tbz had thrown a party at their dorm, and through text you had told him you didn’t have any friends and he was determined to change that. even so, the two of you decided to stay in sunwoo’s room, refusing to be rowdy like everybody else. you talked for hours about everything and nothing at the same time. that was the first time sunwoo realized he was falling in love with you.

you see every single time sunwoo has been there for you—no matter the time, place, or reason. how, even when you made the poorest of decisions, he rode for you. you see every kiss to the side of your head, every gift, every hug. most importantly, you unlock a feeling that you had been keeping hidden for an incredible long time; the fact that you wanted him to be more than a friend to you. you had no idea why you never allowed the feelings to be freed. maybe you were scared. you damn sure didn’t think you were good enough. but sunwoo is kissing you right now. and through his lips can you feel every single emotion he has been hiding from you as well.

it’s as if someone smacked sunwoo on the back of his neck. he pulls away quickly, his eyes widening in horror, but then his brain reminds him that he’s not sober, and it’s now or never.

“y/n,” he begins, cupping your fluffy cheeks that he loves so much. his tan skin always looked so pretty against your choco colored. “i’m—i’m so drunk right now.” he chuckles sadly, “like genuinely I’m such a fucking mess, but that kiss…that wasn’t because I’m drunk. well, it was, but these feelings are real. they’re so fucking real and I’m sorry that I’m doing this, but I’m so in love with you. and please don’t think that I realized this over the course of a night. for the past two years that I have known you have I been allowed the pleasure to grow in love with you. more and more everyday.”

sunwoo is crying now, which is something you had never seen him do. you place your hands in his wrists as they continue to hold your face—rubbing gentle circles into them.

has sunwoo really felt like this all along? have you really been wasting your time dating shitty people, when the man of your dreams has been sitting here for two years wanting to be with you all the same?

“sunwoo i—“

“just let me finish,” he wipes the tears that feel like they will never stop falling before continuing his drunken rant, “i know you don’t feel the same. you don’t have to tell me. and I know I probably ruined every bit of friendship we have built all this time, but I think I’m at my breaking point y/n. it’s so hard, holding all of this inside of me.”

you want to let him finish, but you can’t. you want to feel what he just made you feel by pressing his lips to yours again. everything happens so fast. your lips connect to his in a passionate romance, and he haults for a second before returning the fire you were putting on his lips. both of your clothes are coming off too quickly to remember where you guys are throwing them. you’re grinding on his length, moaning loudly at how big he is. sunwoo is whimpering and the tears are still flowing because, this can’t be real. you feel so fucking good on him as you grind your panty covered pussy on his dick.

as drunk as the both of you are, you’ll never forget this. the both of you fall back on the bed, and like a movie, the scene blurs out.

sunwoo makes love to you that night. he makes love to you over and over again. if there was anybody even remotely close to this dorm, they heard it, but he doesn’t care. he wanted everyone to hear him moaning out your name because you are so fucking beautiful and you make love to him so good. and he wanted them all to wallow at the fact that he was the one making you feel this damn good.

scream my name, babygirl. he remembers saying passionately to you in every position. the both of you hear it in your dreams too. you see it all in your dreams. his confession of how patiently he had been waiting to make love to you like this. how gorgeous your body was even with every mark you have on your body. your beautiful hyperpigmentation that you have always been insecure about.

how in love he is with you.

you begin to feel your five senses again; you can feel the sun, although she’s not warming you up any due to the cold weather that’s still prominent, your eyes are starting to gain vision again, and you stretch your entire body feeling pleased with all the cracks you hear. you feel sunwoo’s arms around you, which causes your heart to stop beating for a mere second before your body forces your entire body to start sweating.

he looks so at peace as he sleeps. his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as his leg is placed right under your womanhood. yours is wrapped around his waist. you remove the cover ever so slightly to take a look at him in all his glory. he was so beautiful. his body was beautiful, and you no longer had to imagine what it would look like in a moment like this.

sunwoo begins to wake up too. it’s almost as if he’s still drunk with how at ease he currently feels. he can smell you before his eyes even open. the smell of love still lingers in the room. before opening his eyes, he can’t help but to pepper kisses all over your face, neck, and chest.

now his eyes are open and enchanted by yours like they always are, but this time it feels different. it is different. sunwoo doesn’t know what to expect. he doesn’t know if you’re going to say you regret it. he’s honestly petrified right now.

but then you do it—you smile. that heart warming smile that always made him melt is resting on your face, and he knows.

you don’t regret it at all.

“what do we do now?” you whisper so innocently. the sun is assisting with your natural glow. your voice is raspy, but it’s music to his ears. your bare body is really here for him to respect, worship, and love. it’s right here in front of him.

“i meant it, y/n. everything I said.” he presses his forehead to yours.

“i know. me too. even though I didn’t say much.” you chuckle, moving to put your head in his chest. you didn’t even care about the fact that you slept with no scarf last night. this moment overthrew that.

“i love you.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he always does. “and I wanna show you that I’m all you need.”

“i love you too, sunwoo.” you beam, “and I want you to show me.”

this moment—it’s so sweet, and gentle. just like you. the entire room is at ease. birds are singing outside and sunwoo has no idea whether it’s still snowing outside or not.

a knock on the door interrupts the beautiful moment.

“so um, I let you guys have your moment and all because whoop whoop! so happy that the two of you realized you are madly in love with eachother, but can the two of you please put some clothes on so I can come in my room?” kevin sings behind the door.

fuck! the two of you both say in unison before laughing uncontrollably. you and sunwoo get out of bed to put your clothes back on, but still don’t take your eyes off eachother. you can’t.

all sunwoo could do now was thank the heavens, for they allowed this snow storm to blow the two of you in each-others arms.

authors note!! i really hope you guys loved this. sunwoo…that’s my man my man my man! im so in love with him I had to get it out haha. kisses love you all hope you’re having a good ass day. stay beautiful.

#sunwoo fluff #sunwoo imagines #kpop x black reader #tbz imagines #the boyz x black reader #sunwoo #tbz scenarios #kpop x poc #kpop imagines #sunwoo smut #Kim sunwoo #tbz #the boyz

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cheralith · 11 months

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food for thought before i succumb to slumber… take a listen to this track for some fitting background music!

a little bit of the aftermath of what happens in gunsmoke, where nai and you are in your bed, tucked away during the brief minutes before midnight strikes. the night is still young for those at the nightclub, where most people are entering the height of their exhilaration.

but you and him had decided long ago to close it off with your stripped limbs tangled with another under a warmed duvet. the soft glow of a candlelight (nai insisted on a candle every session, claiming it’d amplify the mood) is the only illumination wafting throughout the room, your sleeping face just barely visible amidst the ink of darkness of the night.

you had gone to sleep some time ago. between the two of you, nai knew you’d often fall victim by the induced melatonin after entangling your beings together so intimately, the passion usually emitting much more of oxytocin in your case. nai often would watch as you fought the sandman so uselessly that it became a routine. he’d slowly watch the soft lashes atop your cheekbone flutter close and your lips forming a soft “o” that’d let out whispers of breaths with each fleeting second. nai knew you were fully unconscious when your head would fall forward ever so softly toward him—and he’d take this as you unconsciously wanting him closer to you.

he’s convinced it was your body’s way of telling him that you yearn for him the same way his does for you, that it longs to be in a proximity where there’s little to no space between you and him, where your chests touch together and beat as one.

a finger would also trace the crevices and curves of your body and face, studying them like a portrait of another human being. he’d recount the freckles adorned on your skin and face, perhaps leaving off where he started from last time. his finger would gently skim down the slope of your nose and he’d have to bite back a chuckle when you would twitch in similarity of a bunny out of reaction. ivory carved hands would examine the textured of markings and scars adorned on your skin, enjoying the softness and warmth radiating from each as he would wonder how they came to be (minus the one scar on your shoulder that he knew you got from falling down their mother’s apple tree when you were just children playing hide and seek. you cried endlessly that day and nai barely managed to cease it but quietly putting a hello kitty bandaid on it—courtesy of vash).

the duvet grows warmer the longer you and him are under it, but nai feels as if he’s being hugged more from your natural body warmth and sweet, somnolent scent. a mix of soap and the blueberry candle you light up every morning is what he can pick up, maybe some hints if citrus from your usual breakfast yuzu and honey tea, or something of the sort (he wonders if he’d be able to taste it on your lips if he was quick enough come morning).

fingers would dance over the valley of your back as if it were keys on a keyboard. they glide softly over it, feeling the dip and curve of it with his fingertips like he was playing a hypnagogic ballad on your spine. an adagietto sort of rhythm, perhaps, something that sings to you in your slumber.

nai is convinced love for another person is a feat impossible for his heart. but when you let out a soft call of his name in your sleep, as if you’re dreaming about him—perhaps even yearning, if he may be so bold—perhaps he can leave room for second guesses every once in a while.

he gets so entranced by your own unique beauty amidst the starlit night that nai doesn’t realize his eyelids heave heavier with each passing second…

… until you find yourself awake the next morning, showered in embers of sunlight and what seems to be a hand flat against your back.

its palm feels invitingly warm—almost as if it’s been brining in your heat for a while now.

#it’s me and my obsession with deranged men and turning them into lovesick fools #nai also stares at you in public without realizing it and you pick it up as if there’s something on your face #and hes just waiting to call you out on it #but it’s actually just him asking himself if that mole under your lips was always there #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun 1998 #millions knives #knives millions #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #knives x you #nai x reader #trigun fanfic #trigun fluff

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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One thing Vash doesn't want to wash (but probably should)

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: P in V sex, riding, clothed sex, creampie

Word count: Roughly 1.7K wordsA/N: Part 21 of the series. A chance to relax in a hotel, and you and Vash need to do laundry which isn't out of the ordinary for the two of you since you do go several weeks out in the desert. And while Vash is in the shower, you keep looking at a piece of his clothing that isn’t getting a wash. After a while you find it hard to ignore.

At the sound of running water you glance at it, hanging there, before going back to the book the hotel owner had let you borrow. Barely a paragraph read and you’re looking at it again. Back to the book. Shifting in your underwear since the rest of your clothes was downstairs being washed, the only clean clothes left in the room belonging to Vash. Shaking your head and trying to focus on the book again.

Where you keep re reading the same damn line. Slamming it shut, mind decided, you stand up dropping the book on the mattress and heading towards it. Vash’s coat. You’ve felt the soft fabric between your fingers enough that as of late, your mind has been wandering to what it would feel like wrapped around your form. Fingers ghosting along the pauldron that’s permanently attached to the left arm, fabric folded in such a way that it sits against the metal.

You realize it’s now or never, because you honestly don’t want Vash to know how much you’ve been curious about his most eye-catching piece of clothing. Pulling it on you laugh softly, it hangs off your shoulders like a child in their parents clothes. You’re not a small person, but you certainly don’t have the broad build that Vash does, carefully hidden beneath his clothes.

Wearing it you realize how well it does hide his size, and minus the broadness of the shoulders it feels good wrapped around you. Something else begins to invade your senses as you stand there, the smell coming from the fabric. Sunbaked sand on arid winds, used gunpowder, and a hint of citrus, you just aren’t sure what kind. All you do know is, it’s a smell that encompasses everything you associate with Vash. Hearing the bathroom door open you freeze. Shit. You weren’t supposed to still be wearing this, and certainly not in just your underwear.

A soft chuckle resounds in your ears as he steps into view, towel wrapped around his neck to catch the water droplets, another around his waist. “I was curiou-” he presses two of his fingers to your mouth to silence you, before reaching behind you to pull the hood up over your head. So careful as if he’s touching glass as he runs the damp skin of his hand along your face, looking at you with a look you can only describe as one of adoration. Feeling your heartbeat speeding up inside of your chest. Feeling a little strange, fully encased in the fabric that normally adorns your lover. Removing his hand and reaching onto the table beside the two of you and unfolding his sunglasses and sliding them onto your face with a tenderness you didn’t was possible.

“You look cute in my clothes” you feel the heat racing up your cheeks, eyes meeting his, which are dancing with mirth. Stepping closer so there’s almost no space between the two of you, leaning down to catch your lips in a tender kiss.

Well. A kiss that starts out tender, quickly growing more desperate, his damp hands coming to rest on your hips, giving them a squeeze. Your own hands reaching out to touch his chest, fingers dancing along his skin and tracing patterns into the skin and metal.

Gasping you have to pull away from him, your lungs starting to burn from the lack of oxygen inside of them. Sliding your hands up along his chest, and behind his neck, interlacing them behind his head. Playing with the dripping tresses, always so soft, freshly showered or not.

Still watching his face, his own hands now sliding up and down your sides, the pupils of his eyes dilated with his desire. Licking his lips “how long before the laundry needs to be turned over?” Voice hoarse as he moves his face closer, running the tip of his nose along your eyebrows, warm breath washing over your face. “I’d say about another half hour based on your shower and the cycle you said you selected.”

Pressing a kiss to the tip of your own nose before standing to his full height “Good” gripping your hips and picking you up, a show of his strength you don’t often see. Squealing in surprise and wrapping your legs around his towel covered lower half. “I wanna watch you fuck me in my sunglasses and coat.”

Nipping your lips and neck as he moves you over to the bed, using that strength once more to pull you off his body and dropping you on the mattress, watching you bounce before ripping the towel from his neck and waist.

Hands hooking the edge of your underwear and pulling them down, tossing them to the top of the table. An easy find for when the two of you finish. “Leave everything else on” his voice dropping an octave as he watches you, giving his cock a few pumps and you’re licking your lips. “I want you to ride me Mayfly.”

“Then get in bed.” You tease, reaching out and fondling yourself making a show as you moan from your own fingers and toss your head back. Bed dipping as he joins you, settling in the center and tapping his thighs. An invitation you don’t need to be told about twice. Scrambling along his body and laughing as the sleeve of the right arm gets tangled under you.

Both of you laughing as Vash pulls you onto his body, hands quickly moving to roll up the sleeve somewhat so you can at least touch him without the fabric getting in the way.

Lifting you hips and shuffling again, wrapping a hand around him and smirking as his hips jerk. Feeling the precum smearing against your skin from the contact that came with that movement, lining him up and pressing his head into your slit before dropping your hips and taking him in one go. Remaining in place while your core adjusts to his size, licking your finger free from the wetness that had landed on them from both of your bodies.

“Damn, you look good like that.” Now that you're settled, his hands are going to your hips giving them a brief squeeze while he’s waiting for you to finish adjusting. “Just remember Mayfly, we’re on a deadline.”

Raising your eyebrows at him you slow your licks, making a show of sticking the pink muscle out and around your fingers. Groaning as he watches you, eyes narrowing and you can feel him twitching inside your walls. A soft giggle and you start to ride him, almost right away moaning, his cock hitting all the right places inside your body. Catching his eye you grin, squeezing your inner walls and adding a roll to your hips having him press against different parts inside of you. “That’s it Sunshine.” Humming and placing your hands on his abdomen for more leverage, growing sweaty with his much too big for you coat wrapped around your frame.

Laughing as a thought hits you “Save a Toma, ride a Plant.” Vash snickering under you, pinching the skin of your hips. “Sorry Mayfly. This Plant wants to be a one woman mount.” Laughing more at his response, feeling it warm your heart while you take pleasure from his cock rubbing hard deep inside of you while you keep moving your hips. Lifting almost halfway up his cock now, moaning as you work both of you to completion. A harsh inhale from him drawing your attention and opening your eyes. “Damn you look good wearing my stuff and fucking me senseless.”

You’ll have to take his word for it, reaching up and pushing his sunglasses more onto your face, feeling them slowly sliding down your nose. World once more changed to the shade he sees it in you smile, dropping your hips to his choosing to roll your body. Clit hitting against the fine hairs at the base of his cock.

“Fuck I feel sweaty.” Panting as you keep rolling your hips, how the hell does he even run in this thing? His hands squeeze your hips again and you can see the veins of his throat starting to stand out as his neck arches.

“Almost there Mayfly.” His own hips moving now, bucking up into you while you keep rolling your own. Panting as he keeps going, hitting deep inside of you before his hands are pulling you hard against him. Hissing and you feel his cock throbbing as he cums inside of you, spurting his sticky seed deep inside you. Feeling those spasms weaken, Vashs’ hands slide up your body tugging you towards him, so your chest is pressed against his.

Hand rubbing along your back, keeping the fabric of his coat from pressing against your skin. Coming down from his post orgasm high you giggle, looking into his smiling eyes. “So, you gonna throw your coat into the washer after this?”

A snort and a light smack. “Nah. It I'll smell like you now, so when I smell it I’ll be reminded how good you look in my clothes and sunglasses. Unless you wanna go for a few more rounds?” Wiggling his eyebrows and giving his hips a wiggle making you laugh and slap his chest. “Go deal with our clothes first.” Rolling off his body and still wrapped in his scent wafting from his clothes, making sure none of it is under your dripping slit. Pressing his lips to yours as he sits up, grabbing his clothes and getting ready to head down to the main floor of the hotel.

“Don’t move” a wink and a grin sent your way. “I’ll be back for round two.” Laughing as he leaves, glad you had given into temptation and put his coat on.

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader smut #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash smut #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp #trigun smut #trigun stampede smut

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kassandras-one-braincell · 6 months

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Kassandra x Reader - Succulence

Kinktober 12: Aphrodisiacs [mature]

Word count: 634

Ao3 link here.

Men, minors and ageless/default blogs DNI. You will be blocked immediately upon interaction.

In a rare moment of serenity, you found yourselves perched atop a balcony, legs dangling over the edge, watching the sparkling azures of Aegean waters ebb and flow. The air was quiet, save for the crashing of waves and the croaking of locusts. A wicker basket brimming with fruits occupied the space between you, from which Kassandra had peeled the ripest orange for you to savour.

For her own enjoyment, she plucked an apple – unblemished, with pale green skin that bled into a lustrous scarlet. Little did you know, this very apple would be the undoing of the evening’s tranquillity.

Kassandra tossed the fruit in her hand before bringing it to her lips. Eyes still mesmerised by the sea, she flexed her strong jaw to indulge in that first greedy bite.

There was a crunch, followed by a blink of surprise as juice burst from the apple’s punctured skin. A saccharine stream flowed from her lips to her chin, trickling down her throat. She chuckled, letting a small droplet fall from the corner of her full mouth before she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. All the while, more juices oozed from the teeth-carved cavity in the fruit, seeping onto the webspace between her thumb and forefinger.

The orange cradled in your hands felt heavy, all of a sudden. Heavier still, when Kassandra brought her hand back to her mouth after thickly swallowing her mouthful, slothfully lapping at the nectar streaming down to her wrist.

Your eyes traced the movements of her tongue as warmth flooded your face. Perhaps Eros had laced your mind with a fog, but you almost swore that there was something rehearsed about the way she cleaned the juice from her hand. A memory of the muscle, stemming from countless hot, impassioned nights that ended in your essence soaking her fingers, dripping down the palm of her hand. She would languorously savour every morsel, tiding herself over until your next coition. Your mouth, only moments ago salivating at the thought of fresh fruit, ran dry.

Seemingly oblivious to your indecent predicament, Kassandra sunk her teeth into the apple’s sweet flesh a second time. More rivulets ran their course. Although, unlike before, she made no move to catch them with her hand. Such an endeavour would be futile, given the ripeness of the fruit, hence the juices gushed freely down her chin. They glistened in the setting sun against her bronze skin, clinging to her jawline as she chewed and her neck when she gulped.

Her face was a familiar mess – minus the breathlessness and glossy eyes, which your vivid, lewd imagination eagerly supplemented. Your vision clouded with the dusky pink of her lips, intoxicated by the shimmer of the sticky, sugary liquid. The low, contented hum she relinquished at the taste was a cruel, perfect replica of the sounds muffled by your mons as she pleasured you with her—

“You haven’t touched your orange,” came her curious remark. It sliced through your thoughts. You snapped your eyes towards her, hoping your face didn’t betray any sign of fluster.

Shooting her a shy smile, you awkwardly fumbling with a segment of the orange. “Just lost in thought, that’s all,” you sighed, bringing the loosened wedge to your lips. Your teeth pierced the tangy citrus, although you were far too riddled with distraction to fully appreciate its ripeness.

Kassandra cocked her brow. It was a miracle you managed not to choke as her lips curved into a knowing grin, dripping with both juice and smugness. “I’m rubbing off on you,” she teased before taking another bite.

You, in stunned silence, gnawed through the segment under her amused gaze. Heart drumming against your ribcage, you hoped she had a desire to sink her teeth into more than just an apple.

#kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #kassandra #kinktober 2023

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margumis · 10 months

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i'm on my orange peeling bullshit sorry, I wrote this for me but you can read it too cw: mentions of death, grieving, depression, self neglect, unedited

you don't know what you're doing here, laying on cold linoleum despite the warm bed just down the hall. maybe an act of masochism to feed into the already existing pain.

the dim red numbers on the oven read 1:46, you noted, you had at least four hours to wallow here before Hajime's alarm went off. four hours before you had to slide back into bed and continue with the facade of faux normalcy, still itching to dial a number you knew would only ring continuously, no matter how many times you called.

how long until some stranger made that number their own? do the voicemails get deleted too? to make room for someone else's life? or does your voice remain on some whirring machine crackling and sniffling and begging for one more answer of the phone? where do voicemails go anyways?

your mental descent on the history of voicemail is interrupted, probably for the better. it's interrupted by a warmth different from the heat from behind your eyes, or the hot pulsing radiating from your brain. it's familiar, it's kind, it's pulling you up, your body now leaning on a sturdy chest.

is death this peaceful? or is it cold like the linoleum under your legs?

it was quiet, minus the sound of the ongoing cycle of inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. if you listened closer you could probably hear the rushing of blood through your lovers veins, to which he'd tell you that's not possible. you meant it though, it sounded like love, it sounded like living.

inhale, exhale.

there is muscle memory ingrained in the way your arms reach up and hold the arms encasing you, thumbs running along Hajime's forearm, sinking further into him. there's a kiss planted at the base of your skull and words you almost miss due to the low buzzing in your ears, almost. come back to bed.

taking off tomorrow, don't need to worry about me not sleeping. why does everything feel so muted?

you aren't a burden.

it's hot again. the heat slips down your face, running warmth down your neck. you'll have to change shirts again. warmth puddles across the arms holding you. you want to apologize but the words catch in your throat, a mangled mess leaving your mouth. you're okay.

inhale, exhale.

it's dizzying, expending this much energy, you think each body wracking sob takes a year off your life. the pinches in your stomach and it makes it hurt to breathe. it hurts to live tonight. did they ever cry like this?

it stopped at some point, you think it did anyways. the feeling of your tears blended into your skin. your skin felt tight on your bones, you'll remember to do your skincare in the morning.

inhale, exhale.

Hajime twists behind you, reaching for something just barely out of his reach on the countertop. you make room for him to lift himself further off of the floor. he pulls you back into him when he settles back into floor, hands occupied in front of you now.

there's an orange in his hand. his calloused thumb digging into the center and peeling it's way around the tangy cylinder. did someone ever peel their oranges? a fingernail works the pith off next, murmuring behind you, don't remember the last time I saw you eat. the citrus smell is warm and you wonder if anyone ever loved them like this, a love that could exist even in broken hearts and the cold kitchen floor. his hand breaks off a slice, pushing it into your mouth. you think oranges taste like love.

inhale, exhale.

"does this ever get easier?"

#hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #comfort fic #an exploration of grief I took #and tried to turn it into something beautiful #so I hope I accomplished that in some way #haikyuu x reader

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charliesinfern0 · 11 months

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nepeta and feferi godtier designs for citrus (minus the wings)

#homestuck #homestuck art #nepeta leijon #feferi peixes #homestuck nepeta #homestuck feferi

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ofthecaravel · 5 months

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Brandy

Chapter Three

Summary: A port on a western bay serves a hundred ships a day, and the lonely sailors flock to the Caravel Cantina, run by the Kiszka brothers (minus one). But when their brother returns with a handsome sailor in tow, the youngest Kiszka brother finds his perspective about his family and himself turned upside down.

Tags: Secrets and angstttttttttt, mentions of murder/blood/trauma, big talks lol

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Woof. Enjoy

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Sam made a point to wake up before his brothers, wanting to repay them for their kind breakfast the previous morning.

Usually when he was up this early, Sam was groggy and irritable, but as he tied his shoes and weaved his hair into two neat plaits, he felt shockingly alert and calm. After doing a sweep of the kitchen, he decided it would be nice to pick up some bacon and fruit at the morning market to make his own breakfast for them. He wasn't as skilled a cook as Jake was, but he had somewhat caught up skill wise in their time without him. He felt pretty certain that he could whip up a meal that would earn him at least a couple of begrudging compliments.

Sam slipped quietly out the door and found himself enjoying the short walk to the docks, gratefully breathing in the cool, salty air and grinning into the breeze. He even giggled under his breath while he watched a flock of seagulls fight over a bagel behind the bakery. This was strange, and the people serving him at the stalls seemed to be perturbed by his bright, cheerful conversation.

"You feeling alright, son?" asked the butcher as he handed over the wrapped slab of marbled meat to Sam, who thanked him and slipped it into his bag.

"Right as rain," Sam answered truthfully. The other man blinked and hmphed, and Sam felt his eyes watching him as he walked away, humming a shanty to himself as he skirted past the stalls. The woman at the fruit stall watched him with a similar curiosity as he weighed oranges in the palm of his hand and dropped them into his bag, not taking his usual route of haggling for lower prices for lemons and limes for the bar. Instead, he pressed a coin into the palm of her young daughter and walked off without giving them any grief about their citrus stock.

Something had changed. Sam felt it inside and all around him. He found his pace slowing ever so slightly as he passed the inn. His eyes were pressed to the windows, hoping to see the curtains in the first room parted so he could catch a glimpse of dark hair and tanned skin. But they were drawn tight, and Sam knew that Daniel was more than likely deep in sleep, so he pushed away the warmth in his face and hurried on, trying not to let his thoughts linger. He focused on the thought of breakfast, of bacon sizzling in fat on the old skillet, of oranges crushing into fresh juice in clean glasses, of broad chests under thin linen…

"Christ," Sam whispered as he opened the door, physically shaking his head in hopes it would knock the thoughts in his brain out his ears, leaving them on the street so he could make this meal in peace.

When Sam walked in, he was surprised to see that both of his brothers were awake. He was even more surprised to see Josh's standoffish stance at the oven with his arms crossed and glaring a searing look at Jake, who stood by his door with a similarly frustrated look.

"Hey," Sam greeted weakly, the words barely cutting through the silent tension in the air.

"Sam-" Jake started, looking away from Josh to catch Sam's eye. He looked tired.

"Tell him." Josh said firmly, his usually sweet voice sour and rough. Sam startled at it, quietly setting his bag on the kitchen table and looking between them in confusion.

"What's going on?" Sam asked nervously, his heart thrumming anxiously in his chest. Any feelings of easygoing he had been riding that morning disappeared in an instant as he watched Jake shake his head and look at the ground, his tangled hair obscuring his unshaven face.

"Tell him, Jake," Josh repeated, emotion thick in his throat. "He deserves to know."

"Josh," Jake whispered, his usually confident voice jarringly weak. "I-"

"Or I can tell him," Josh cut in, resting a hand on the counter and angling his body towards Sam. He was all sharp edges and fiery focus and it was starting to scare Sam. "Sam, last night, when you were with Daniel. Tell me what he said about the ship."

"Josh." Jake looked up again, and his round eyes were watering.

"Uh," Sam faltered as he always did when he wasn't sure which brother's team he was supposed to be on. "He said he was hired a few months ago. He...does the crew's hair. He said he'd give me a tour."

Sam laughed a little, but it wasn't received by either of the twins.

"The name," Josh snapped. "The name of the ship. What did he call it?"

"Barbarian," Sam recalled, growing more confused by the second. "The Barbarian. Why?"

"It's just, it's funny you say that," Josh laughed tersely and without humor. "Because, you see, when I was talking to Jake, he said their ship was called The Broken Bell."

Sam blinked. Jake scoffed and shook his head but said nothing, chewing on his lip as anger curled off of Josh's small frame.

"Oh," Sam said. "I...I'm lost."

"So was I," Josh went on, his voice rising as he began to gesture wildly. "See, I asked him about it, and the motherfucker can't seem to give me a straight answer about anything. I started asking questions. I thought I had that luxury, what with the sharing the womb and life and all, but still nothing. Can you believe that shit? So I've been thinking about it. Trying to figure it out. When you were out just now, Sammy, did you see any new ships in the port?"

"No," Sam answered, thinking hard about it. "Not that I remember. What do-"

"So where's Jake's ship docked?"

Sam stood there dumbly as his mind raced, trying to follow the manic string that Josh was pulling him by. The thing that scared Sam the most about this conversation was Jake's silence. Jake was never one to go down without a fight if he felt he was in the right.

"Jake?" Sam asked. Jake didn't meet his eye, still focused on the floor. "Where's your ship?"

"I could give a fuck," Josh interjected, smacking his palm against the table. "Sam, why wouldn't Jake want his ship to be seen?"

"I don't know," Sam replied, his thoughts too jumbled and anxious to do any critical thinking.

"What kind of ships don't want to be seen, Sam?"

Suddenly, there was an answer in Sam's mind. It sank straight through to his stomach, dropping like a rock into a cold sea. He could feel his body temperature drop as he stared down his brother.

His big brother, whose every move he had copied up until the age of 17.

Jake.

Jake, who would never lie about the big things. The things that mattered.

But as Sam stared at his brother, he couldn't push away the nagging feeling that clawed its way through his heart and into his head. A feeling that he'd been diminishing for a year now. A feeling that, for some reason, Jake wasn't telling them the whole story of his time out at sea. A feeling that there might be reasons that Jake never wrote about certain, glaring details of his job.

"Pirate ships," Sam breathed, heaving out a bitter laugh when Jake flinched at his words.

"Pirate ships," Josh echoed, his anger fizzling into a sullen upset as they glared at Jake wilting in the doorway. "Ships that change names. Can't be spoken about. Even to family."

"You don't understand," Jake finally whispered, his eyes flashing as he finally made eye contact. "You don't understand the danger this puts you in. I'm risking enough as it is to see you guys. I'm putting my men in considerable danger just by being here. They don't get the luxury of being out in the daylight on the off chance that someone somehow knows who they are. What they do."

"What do you do, Jake?" Sam asked, his voice quivering. Jake was silent, running his fingers through his hair and looking out the window as he swallowed hard.

"What I do is show up for you," Jake replied coldly. "Isn't that enough? I'm here, I'm safe. I have it under control."

"Is this what you've been doing the whole time?" Sam prodded, his heart an electric pulse in his chest. "You left us to g-to go be a fucking murderer?"

"This wasn't the plan," Jake hissed, approaching his brothers with tensed hands. "I really did start out on a cargo ship. Hell, I'm still on a cargo ship. I didn't lie about that. We deal, we get our money, we move on. It's just...the stakes are higher."

"They're life or death, Jake," Josh whispered furiously, his eyes brimming with tears as he shook his head in disgust. "Unbelievable."

"We were boarded by pirates," Jake pushed on, his own voice rising and shaking. "I did what I had to do to survive that. These are the cards I've been dealt, okay? I have a lot of people's lives in my hands and I'm going to have to keep doing what's necessary to keep us all alive. And, yeah, it's not pretty. You would not believe the shit I've seen. The shit I've...done."

Jake trailed off, huffing a sob into the sleeve of his shirt before wiping a hand over his face and staring up at the ceiling. Josh and Sam looked at each other, emotions tangled in their stomachs.

"I just wanted us to be together again," Jake whimpered, cries coming out in strangled bursts that he stifled with the back of his hand. "I didn't want this. I wanted to protect you from it and I'm just, I'm so fucking sorry. This is all my fault."

Silence fell over the house again. Jake tried and failed to steady his breathing, looking into space as Josh and Sam's own tears spilled over tensely and speckled their grimacing faces.

"So what happens when you leave?" Josh finally spoke, his voice barely audible. "We just sit here and make drinks and wait for you to die at sea? Wait around for a blood soaked letter to show up? Wait for some drunk to mention that they heard another pirate captain on the coast bit the dust?"

Jake didn't reply, his eyes still pressed into his hand as he held his sweaty forehead.

"We get people in the bar all the time," Sam started, fighting to keep his tone even. "Who only started drinking because they lost someone to pirates. Most times, they're drunk before they walk in. How am I supposed to listen to that knowing that's what you do to people? To families?"

"To our family," Josh added cruelly. "That's what you're doing to us."

"I don’t know," Jake murmured, sliding down the door frame to sit on the ground. "I'm sorry."

"I can't deal with this," Sam spat, putting his hands up in surrender and walking back towards the door.

"Sam, come on," Jake tried, lolling his head against the wall and giving Sam a desperate look.

"No, let him," Josh growled, taking off towards his own room. "We need time to process all of...this."

Sam didn't wait to hear anything more, he just stomped out the door and out into the sunshine. Half an hour ago, Sam had found the weather pleasant and uplifting, but now he felt like it was taunting him as he stalked down the street, headed for the inn.

Sam parked himself in front of Room 1, rapped his knuckles three times on the wood, and stood back. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he knew that he was going to lay into Daniel within an inch of his life. His mind was still caught in the storm of anger and fear and betrayal, and those emotions were pushing what felt like gallons of adrenaline through his body to give him the courage to give Daniel the yelling that he deserved. Sam knew he couldn't channel his upset at Jake because he was clearly already crumpling under the weight of both his and Josh's anger, so he decided Daniel was the next best thing.

Sam heard footsteps approaching the door, and in the split second while the door was opening, he pulled all his fury to the forefront of his mind and prepared to unleash it on Daniel. What Sam did not prepare for was Daniel answering the door shirtless with a cripplingly sweet smile that knocked almost all semblance of rage out of Sam.

"Hi!" Daniel chirped, resting his bicep on the doorframe and cocking his head at Sam. "To what do I owe this visit?"

Sam kept his eyes very firmly on Daniel's own, trying his hardest not to let the sight of Daniel's bare chest and the faint sprinkling of hair that adorned it distract him from his warpath.

"Pirates?" Sam hissed, narrowing his eyes at Daniel while Daniel's own widened anxiously.

Daniel looked into the space behind Sam before reaching out, grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt and yanking him into the room, firmly closing the door behind him.

Sam shrieked in surprise and smacked Daniel away, stumbling backwards into a flimsy dresser as Daniel sat harshly on the bed.

"What the fuck?" Sam cried.

"Listen-" Daniel began, but Sam held his hand up and Daniel's mouth snapped shut obediently.

"No, no, you listen," Sam snapped, approaching Daniel while trying to speak concisely through furious, heaving breaths. "When were you going to let it slip that you've been lying about being a goody two shoes, innocent, box lifting, well adjusted gentleman sailor?"

"I am!" Daniel insisted, letting his shoulders fall as he looked up at Sam. "I just, you know. Have some more sides to me that I'm less proud of."

"You're a fucking pirate," Sam whispered angrily.

"I'm..." Daniel's eyes danced around the room before landing on Sam again with a defeated sigh. "Yeah. Okay. I'm a fucking pirate."

"What the fuck."

"If it makes you feel any better, I feel similarly about the whole situation."

"Were you going to tell me?"

"Not before your brother! But I'm guessing that just happened."

"You can say that," Sam scoffed, swallowing back tears that threatened to resurface. None of them made their way to his tear ducts but Daniel leaned forward as if they had, concern and regret writing itself all over his face.

"Sam," Daniel said simply, reaching a tentative hand up and resting it lightly on Sam's arm. "I'm really, really sorry."

"I'm sure you are," Sam scoffed, curling his lip in disgust. "I can't believe this."

"It's hard to believe," Daniel reassured him, taking a moment to grab a crumpled shirt and slip it on. "I don't believe it myself sometimes."

"I just..." Sam sat defeatedly on the bed next to Daniel, all the fire in him dimming slowly with the emotional exhaustion starting to catch up with him. "Why?"

Daniel sat quietly for a moment, and with a sidelong glance, Sam could see Daniel genuinely thinking about his answer. With all his thoughtfulness and the cute crinkle between his brows as he thought, Sam wished that he could forget that Daniel was a lying pirate scumbag.

"I don't know how much Jake told you about his career, but I got my start in a similar way," Daniel answered, hanging his head and fiddling with his fingers. "We were on the same ship, you know. Before the ship was... I was a real, genuine sailor before we got hijacked by these, well, pirates. A real nasty crew. I don't know how it happened but I got backed into a corner by the captain. You ever heard of Candlewax Jack?"

Sam nodded and Daniel let out a low whistle.

"He was a real piece of work," Daniel managed a laugh, but Sam saw the far away look in his eyes and felt his heart clench. "Just, this huge, bear of a man with this big, stupid sword. God have mercy on my soul, but he bled like a fuckin’ pig."

Daniel's words halted and Sam, already cold, kept his eyes glued on Daniel's profile, which had gone still and shadowed as his hazel eyes bored a hole in the wall.

"I thought Candlewax Jack was still around," Sam said quietly. "He sails near here 'cause he knows nobody will fuck with him.”

"The thing about pirates..." Daniel paused before looking at Sam. "They don't really die. When they're gone, whoever overthrew them takes their name. Their title. The respect of the crew they had. The guy dies, sure, but the name lives on."

There was another lull and Sam found himself completely enraptured with Daniel's words. It was gruesome and disgustingly real and inspired even more anger that curled in his core, but he was hanging on everything Daniel said like it was a story and nothing more.

"The thing is," Daniel's voice cracked slightly and Sam fought the compulsion to rest his cheek on Daniel's shoulder. "I didn't want to be a fucking pirate captain. I know it seems all badass and cool when you're little, but when you're on the brink of death and there's this living legend who's turned out to be just a man bleeding all over your boots and you can hear all this screaming on the deck above you, it's just not. It's really not."

Another pause. Sam wondered if he could make himself get angry after hearing all of this.

"I couldn't," Daniel breathed. "Everybody knew that. And Jake seemed like the next best choice. He's the kind of guy who knows what he's doing even if he doesn't think so. I knew he could lead us, and so far he's doing a damn fine job of it. Jack before him was always doing the typical pirate pillaging and bloodshed and whatnot, but Jake's not like that at all. I know you're angry and feeling betrayed and you're more than entitled to that, but I don't want you thinking that we're going around swinging swords and plucking eyeballs on the daily. Sure, sometimes our shipments go awry and we need to make threats and...yes, we follow through on occasion. But we play it really safe. We lay low a LOT. Whatever bloodshed happens is justified, for the most part. And it's few and far between. I guess what I'm trying to say is, whatever feelings you're having are justified, but we could be a lot worse."

"Bold words coming from a pirate," Sam muttered, allowing the ghost of a smile to creep onto his face. Daniel physically relaxed at the sight and both men felt the tension melt a little.

"I know, I know," Daniel admitted. "I'm not saying I'm the good guy here. Not completely. But I try really hard to be a good guy. Your brother doesn't have to try. He just is."

Sam sat with that for a moment as he curled his legs under him and let out a sigh.

"I just don't want him to die," Sam choked out finally, summarizing his feelings as succinctly as he could considering the state of disarray he was still floundering in. "And I...don't want you to die. Either. Yeah."

"Did you know that's the nicest thing you've said to me?" Daniel teased.

"Yes," Sam agreed. "But you're still a liar."

"I-yes," Daniel stammered, his already rosy cheeks flushing again.

"And a thief."

"On occasion, yes."

"And you're too tall."

"Now you're just attacking my character."

"Yes," Sam grinned cheekily, looking away at the light tapping of rain on the window over the simple double bed. He hadn't taken the time to appraise the room properly, but he found it very simple and unassuming. It didn't suit Daniel very well at all.

"Of course it starts raining after all this drama," Daniel rolled his eyes, standing and closing the window. "Mother Nature is fickle like that."

"You wouldn't happen to have an umbrella, would you?" Sam asked sheepishly, frowning at the thought of walking home in the quickly escalating weather.

"No, sir," Daniel confirmed and Sam groaned. "You can camp here until it blows over. Then I'll walk you back, how about that?"

"Sounds good," Sam agreed, hoping his nervousness at being cooped up with Daniel in the room that seemed to be getting smaller and more intimate by the second wasn't being betrayed by his face. He found out very quickly that he was not successful by the smug smile on Daniel's face as he sat next to Sam again, giving him an amused grin.

"I don't bite," Daniel purred, poking Sam lightly on the shoulder. "Unless you want me to."

"You know, maybe I will walk in the rain," Sam declared, standing up abruptly as Daniel laughed.

"No, come on, relax," Daniel whined, reaching out to grab Sam's arm and yanking him away from the door. Sam let it happen, unsuccessfully masking a smile as Daniel smiled innocently up at him.

"I'm having a hard time pinning you as a ruthless killer when you keep begging me to hang out with you," Sam blurted, and he relished in the shock on Daniel's face as he scoffed and flushed again.

"First of all, the killing thing is usually very begrudging on my part and has historically been- you don't actually care, do you?"

"No, please, enlighten me about your piratey killing sprees. I'd love to hear your justification."

They grinned at each other, and the odd, hopeful feeling returned to Sam as he and Daniel rode out the storm bickering and trading snippets of stories.

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#this is just jake getting his ass beat: the musical #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #myart #karoufiction #greta van fleet fanfiction

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