#hi aura ily

[caroldamn-vers]

I don’t think y’all understand just how much I love Kim Namjoon.

9 days 💜

#y’all #I’m all up in my feels #and I just love him #😭😭 #the warm aura he puts out #the poetry in his lyrics #like #sir #ily #kim namjoon

[churipu]

( OO1 ) ★ unwarranted assumptions , sukuna ryomen

featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, college! au, sukuna and yuuji are twin brothers here lol, sukuna might be a lil ooc here (he's in love, he just doesn't know it pls spare him omg). // wc: 3.5k

ENTRY ( OO1 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" "you want to kill everyone who gets near them." "oh, shit."

tag: @rrairey milov, ily for participating in this mwah mwah, @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1 , @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

sukuna and yuuji were quite the opposite. the only thing they share is their looks, and their love for basketball. that's about it. on one hand, we have itadori yuuji—the younger twin— who has a passion for basketball, is the campus' sunshine, and is always friendly to practically everyone.

on the other hand, we have sukuna ryomen—the older twin, just by twelve minutes— who also has a passion for basketball, is "considered" as one of the campus' scariest person, and is never friendly to everyone.

the two however, stuck to each other like glue. walking around campus with one another, like two peas in a pod, they did everything together. it's no longer an odd sight to see them both together — it is pretty weird if one is here, and the other is there.

despite their contrasts in personalities, the two were popular. being star athletes, constantly winning trophies for the campus, and climbing up in fame. hell, even people from different campus would drop by just to meet the two at times, it's funny.

"hey, great job on the match, yuuji."

then there was you. a friend of yuuji — the two of you met during the first semester, and have been good friends since then. however, you never really talked to sukuna. the only thing you both have exchanged were short greetings, and eye-contacts.

you had a cinch that the older twin doesn't particularly like you; but that was just your assumption. you didn't know the truth. this sole assumption was the only thing that made you cease contact with the male. in all honesty, you find him rather . . . well, intimidating. the aura he sets off was just, unsettling. so you just assumed that sukuna doesn't like you.

sukuna finds you rather, amusing. how you would only congratulate his younger brother, and not him as well despite him being next to his brother. how you would throw your gaze away the moment your eyes met his. how you would bow your head down a bit whenever you both exchanged greetings. he didn't understand why you were so intent on doing all that stuff, and so he assumed that you weren't fond of him.

the male wanted to question it, but really — it would be weird for him, and for you. so he never actually done it.

see? assumptions are such fucking party-poopers. i mean, if only the two of you had come to both of your senses and just talked instead of assuming things about one another, where you think sukuna hates you, and sukuna thinks you hated him.

"why do they do that?" sukuna finds himself asking his brother, yuuji. elbow nudging yuuji's arm lightly.

"i need names." yuuji replied back before averting his gaze to the side, watching his twin brother staring at something— or someone intently. yuuji looks over to what sukuna was so focused on, smirking lightly when he saw you in his own vision, "are y'talking about y/n?"

sukuna lightly grunted, leaning back onto the chair rest. his eyes finally ripping away from you, who was currently throwing laughs and giggles amongst your friend group.

"yeah, them. why'd they do that?" sukuna parrots.

"do what, exactly?" yuuji retorts back, leaning his cheek onto the palm of his hand, sighing out in triumph; trying to figure out where this conversation will go.

"avoid me, but not you." yuuji pops a small smile, lightly elbowing his brother's side, "what?"

"do y'like them?"

like? sukuna didn't like you. he just finds your attitude towards him amusing, and . . . maybe you confuse him a bit at the difference on how you treat yuuji and him. but sukuna would never say that to his brother, he'd never hear the end of it, he just knows it.

"like? psh, you've gotta be kidding me. i was just fucking curious about their behavior, you brat." he pushed yuuji away lightly before burying his face into his arms, heaving out a loud sigh.

yuuji chuckles, "brat? you're only twelve minutes older than i am," he sings out in a teasing manner.

sukuna swore he just finds you amusing. at first.

so why does it pisses him off that you ran to his brother's side after a match and handed him a bottle of energy drink, and not him. murmuring out strings of curses, he felt like an absolute buffoon, standing beside yuuji — drenched in sweat, using the hem of his jersey to wipe the dribbling sweat.

while yuuji had all the glory. getting a small cute, teddy bear motive handkerchief from you, an energy drink, and a congratu-fucking-lations.

"yeah — that buzzer beater was totally amazing, yuuji. congrats on winning again! not that i've ever doubt you or the rest," you complimented, and hearing 'the rest' coming out of your mouth, for some reason; pisses sukuna off even more.

the older twin swerved his shoes on the court's floor, letting his soles let out a screech as it rubbed against the shiny surface of the floor. earning both yours and yuuji's attention.

"y'alright?" yuuji asks, popping open the bottle cap of the energy drink from you. and the sight made sukuna ball his fists in annoyance — god, he didn't even know why he was feeling like such.

"yeah. 'm gonna head to change," sukuna mutters out, hesitantly turning away to leave.

and the moment he turns his body away, sukuna could hear the vivid voices of both you and yuuji exchanging goodbyes. and before he knew it, yuuji was walking alongside him, "are you really okay? you look like you need to let out a fuse."

sukuna answered with a soft hum, his eyes narrowing as he continued on walking to the locker room. still angry, frustrated, and annoyed all at once.

"y/n told me to tell you congrats, by the way."

sukuna peered over the locker's door and arched a brow, "why couldn't they tell me that themselves, hm?" yuuji chuckles, finding his brother's behavior funny; because when else was yuuji going to see sukuna act like this?

like a love struck puppy, who doesn't know they're in love.

"who knows?" yuuji shrugs, grabbing the hem of his jersey and ripping it off his body — breathing out loudly, using the handkerchief you gave him to dab the sweat on his face.

sukuna eyed his brother, squinting his eyes lightly before doing the same action, minus the handkerchief. while he was doing so, a thought passed his mind.

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" yuuji instantly knew who the person sukuna was talking about, but prompted to say nothing about it and just play along.

yuuji pretended to give the question a deep thought before eventually answering, "you want to kill everyone who gets near them."

sukuna stared at his brother for a short while, muttering out a subtle, "oh, shit."

the reaction was enough for yuuji to made his own conclusion, "you like y/n don't you? which explains why you're in such a shitty mood, since they only paid attention to me—"

"okay, shut the fuck up." sukuna blurted out, "so what if i fucking do, huh? it's not like they'd like me back anyways."

sukuna shuts the locker, the loud bang resounding in the almost empty locker room. yuuji broke out into a loud laugh, "there y'go, making assumptions here and there, it's not like you both have ever talked in a normal conversation before anyways. how do you know they don't like you?"

good point.

"what are you going to do without me?" yuuji sighs out exasperatedly, the younger twin approached his brother, sliding the partly (sweat) damp handkerchief into sukuna's grasp, "return this to them for me, and who knows — maybe you'll be able to make a more positive assumption or two after."

sukuna wondered why he was standing in front of you, his hand shoved out, in between his index finger and middle finger was the same handkerchief yuuji had told him to give back to you.

"the brat wants me to give this back to you." he grunted out, his voice deep and unfriendly.

you stood in front of him, blinking rapidly; not knowing of what to say, should you start off with a greeting? or just tell him thank you? or maybe congratulate him for the match?

and so you decided to do all three, in a random order.

"thank you for your win, congratulations, hi." oh, god. the moment he stared at you in plain confusion — or maybe despise, you just wanted to crawl under the ground and die right there and then.

". . . thanks." he slowly murmurs back, waiting for you to grab your small fabric from his fingers, but you never did, "are you gonna take this or what?"

sukuna wanted to punch himself on the face after you flinched at the tone of his voice, your fingers frantically ripping away the fabric from his touch, mumbling out apologies. he didn't mean for his voice to come out that harsh.

the male wasted no more time in turning his heels to walk away, noticing your tense form; instead of a more positive assumption, his assumption worsened from you hating him, to you hating and being scared of him.

". . . bye." he mutters out, walking away with long strides to go find yuuji.

and when he did, sukuna just wanted to use his younger brother as a punching bag. hell, he didn't know why he was so angry at yuuji, and himself. heavy on himself, though.

"woah, what's up with you?" yuuji pushes his brother away lightly, "how did it go? did you guys like . . . at least exchanged phone numbers or not?"

sukuna shook his head, "think they're scared of me." he mutters out, throwing his head back, stressed out.

"is that your assumption again?" sukuna didn't answer him, which confirmed the question. the younger one heaves out a loud sigh that attracted an odd look—more like a glare—from sukuna.

"i wan' to sock your face in so bad," he mutters out condescendingly, eyes boring into yuuji's face; which in a way intimidated the younger twin, of course.

with a nervous smile, yuuji raises both of his hands up in defense, "chill, 'm gonna give you their phone number, maybe y'should ask them out or something."

see, the thing is that sukuna hated texting— in a way, it's like leaving footprints everywhere. he hated all that stuff. call him old fashioned, but you know he has a pretty good point. so he refused blatantly, "no, jus' leave it to me, i'll think of something."

the gods are on his side.

"i guess, we're partners?" you asked him meekly, slipping into yuuji's empty seat since the younger one was away with his assigned partner on the other side of the lecture hall.

sukuna hums, not knowing what else to say. his eyes followed your figure as you dropped a binder on top of the table, though— one thing particularly caught his eyes. the strip of photo that was tucked beneath the binder's transparent cover, he recognized you, your two other friends, and yuuji.

why the hell was his brother there? the male had one of his eyes closed, and a toothy grin; showing off his pearly whites while his fingers are formed into a peace sign. his cheek leaning onto the side of your head.

indubitably silenced, you averted your gaze to his face slightly. seeing that his attention was on your binder, you awkwardly shifted the book away— and sukuna came into his senses, now looking onto the surface of the table.

"uh . . . should we get started then?" you proposed, and he gave out a subtle nod.

the passing half an hour was just plain awkward. awkward is an understatement, you wanted to just walk out on him— but that would be rude. plus, he's actually doing his share of work, and you did yours. only conversing when you both needed opinions on each other's results.

"so," sukuna started, breaking the silence that seemed like had been going on for like . . . forever.

"you like my brother?"

you slowly tilted your head to look at him, blinking your eyes feverishly, "what—? god, no. what? where did that even come from?" sukuna felt the knot in his stomach unknot, a little relieved to hear your answer.

"just askin', since you're both so close." he shrugs, not even sparing you a glance.

"you're assuming." you found yourself chuckling, "jus' because we're close, doesn't mean i like yuuji— i think of him more of a . . . brother figure," you informed sukuna.

"oh." he resounds, "since we're twins, y'think of me as a brother too or is that exclusive for my twin?" sukuna questions, his tone laced with mischief.

rolling your eyes, you answered him in the same joking manner, "exclusive for your twin, not like we ever talked before, y'know?" oh. right, that did shut sukuna up, his silence killing the conversation almost immediately.

his silence domineered over you. it was like he was planning to do something to you right this very moment, until your lecturer calls out that the session was finished (and how the project should be submitted next week during his session).

saved by the lecturer.

"uh . . . well, should we continue this next time then?" you asked him, packing your stationary.

"yeah, sure."

" . . . if you don't mind, can i have your number? for project purposes," jackpot. sukuna took the chance and nodded, using his pen to swiftly write his digits on your binder, "thanks, i'll text you later. bye, sukuna."

once you left his sight, yuuji pops in. grinning efficiently, "i saw that, this must be fate, i can just feel it."

"you believe in that shit? we're just gonna talk about the project." sukuna retorts back, packing his own belongings before swinging his bag strap over his shoulder.

"oh come on, you're smiling. at least your body's honest," yuuji teases, earning an up right smack to the back of his head, "if they ask where you should do the project — say our house."

absolutely not. sukuna thought.

yet here you were, sitting on the floor of his room, scribbling away on a piece of paper as he sat across from you — glancing up from his own paper from time to time, taking a swift look at your focused face before returning to his own.

sukuna couldn't focus at all. he wanted to, really. but he was alone with you in his room, this was a chance for him; to get to know you. he had so much to say, but he didn't know where to start.

yuuji, earlier in the day had even gone out to give him a list of questions to ask you so you both could have a better relationship. sukuna didn't think it was needed, since well, it is sukuna. why would he need a list for?

on the other side, you too, were dying to say something. but the permanent scowl on sukuna's face made you falter even before you could take a whiff of him.

a knock to sukuna's door was all it took for the both of you to stop scribbling, finally taking a good look of each other. and the door swung open, revealing yuuji with a white shirt and a yellow jacket on, he was holding a plate of what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies, "so— how's your project holding up?"

sukuna shrugs, "i guess, it's fine."

yuuji slid the plate on top of the wooden table, grinning lightly, "you guys getting along just fine?" he questions, squatting down.

you nodded, "we're okay."

okay? okay??? well, in a way you and sukuna are both fine. but sukuna didn't feel fine, "guess so."

the dopey smile you had on the moment yuuji entered his room made sukuna think that you didn't feel comfortable enough to be in the same room as he is, alone. and honestly, just the thought of it made his stomach churn in agony — because, why must it be his own brother that he's jealous of?

"well, i gotta go. dig in the cookies, g'luck on the project you guys," yuuji smacked sukuna's back harshly before trotting away to leave the room, mutely shutting the door.

you grabbed a piece of cookie, taking a crunchy bite out of it. marveling in delight.

"are you scared of me?"

sukuna needed to stop with the sudden questions that made your heart leap at least three miles away. widening your eyes a bit, you arched both of your brows, "wha . . . t?"

you stopped chewing altogether, eyeing the male across from you like he's crazy. i mean — if you were to be honest, you were partially intimidated by him and the aura he's giving out.

"i asked if you're scared of me," sukuna repeats, laying his pen down onto the table as he intertwined his fingers together, waiting for an answer.

you nodded, "truthfully, you're intimidating."

oh.

sukuna expected that answer, but why did it actually made his heart throb? as in — the person he likes is actually scared of him, and it broke a little part of him. however, he still has a scowl on his face and his expression unchanged.

"you have this big scowl every time i go around yuuji, and it intimidates me. so i just assumed that you hated me," sukuna blinked, brows furrowing slowly; the creases in between his brows deepening by the passing second.

"what? i assumed that you hated me." he replied, emphasizing on the 'me'. and this time you furrowed your brows, swallowing the bite of cookie you took before and wiping the crumbs off the corner of your lips in confusion.

"what? no, i don't. what? why would you even assume that?" you questioned him, now dropping your own pen onto the table, completely disregarding the project.

"why would i not? y'keep avoiding me like i'm a bad person, so i just assumed that you hated me." sukuna replies.

"i thought you hated me, because you look like you want to kill me every single time, so i just never talked to you, it was pretty scary." you retorted back, shaking your head, the cookie was now a decoration in between your fingers.

sukuna can't help but to chuckle, "so it was jus' our shitty assumptions?"

you hummed, "i guess so."

to say the least, sukuna felt like he was breathing again. yuuji was definitely right about all these assumption things — and he kept in mind that he'd praise the younger twin later (maybe). the sight of you eating a cookie in front of him made him feel a little overwhelmed, now that he got all the hard part done. he felt like he could talk with you now.

"then . . . can i get to know ya'?"

you narrowed your eyes at him, "really? no strings attached?" he raised both of his hands up in defense, shaking his head lightly, "why do you look like you want to kill me every single time then? are you plotting my murder? is this a trick?"

your questions made him pop out a light smirk, "so what if i am, huh?" he teased.

rolling your eyes, you shoved a hand out to him, "since we didn't start off in the right path, why don't we start over? i feel like this is the only appropriate way."

sukuna raised his hand up to engulf yours in his, feeling a light tingle in his chest as you squeezed his hand lightly, "i'm y/n l/n, just call me y/n. cool?"

the male scoffs, "cool. sukuna ryomen, it's only fair if you get to call me by my first name too, so . . . call me ryomen."

"ryo for short. that's your name now," sukuna arched a brow with an amused smile, nodding his head. internally doing a victory dance in his mind as he just got a nickname from you — and yuuji is just 'yuuji'.

a win for him today.

"you're a little smiley today, did something happen between y/n and you earlier?" yuuji asks, pressing the pause button on his controller to face his brother who was laying down on the couch, the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

"i'm ryo now."

"ryo as in ryomen? i mean — that's your name, so? what are you implying?" sukuna stared at yuuji with a lighthearted smile. yuuji is somehow smart to catch up with these kind of things that it sometimes baffles sukuna, "oh, i get it. so, now you both are on first name basis?"

not even first name basis. this is a nickname that they gave me. sukuna sings in his mind, breathing out in content.

"it's a nickname. they gave it to me," yuuji cooed loudly, tossing his controller aside, "y'know . . . i was assuming they didn't like me, and they assumed it was the other way. they assumed i hated them because apparently i looked like i wanted to kill them?"

yuuji pointed his finger accusingly, "see? i was right!"

sukuna rolled his eyes, "that's the first time y'have ever been right, don't get ahead of yourself."

"so — when are you planning to confess to them, hm?"

a light kick to yuuji's side was enough to send him toppling over the couch, whining out in pain, "we just became friends, and y'think i should confess? that can wait," sukuna mumbles out.

sukuna was just delighted that his assumptions were unwarranted.

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[weird-is-life]

hii! So I've never made a request before- but I was wondering if you could write a sunshine!reader × spencer where reader is a but dimmer(less sunshiney? Idk lol) than usual? Something sort of fluffy and comfort like if that makes sense :) I love your work sm and i saw your requests were open so- <33

Hii lovely ty for the request🥰! And thank you for loving my work, ily😭 hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, reader is a bit upset, mentions of food/drink, use of pet names(0.9k)

You come to work without your usual cheery aura. You greet everybody with a smile, but Spencer sees right through it. He can tell the difference between your real smile, and between this fake smile. I mean, he would be kind of a bad boyfriend if he couldn't differ them.

Spencer comes up to your desk, his hand immediately finds yours, "hi, sweetheart."

You look up at him, fake smile already plastered on your pretty face, "hi, Spence."

"Are you okay?" Spencer whispers, trying not to draw any attention to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just didn't sleep well," you respond way too quickly so Spencer knows you're lying right away.

"Really?" Spencer asks softly, trying to get the real answer.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Really." You form another fake smile on your face. But Spencer doesn't push you, he knows you'll tell him in your own time if you want to.

Spencer squeezes your shoulder lovingly, and lets you get back to work. And even though he isn't going to try, and force you to tell him what's wrong, he's not letting it go.

Spencer settles on the plan to try to cheer you up, even if just a little.

Spencer goes to grab a coffee to a little café near the Bau so he grabs a drink and some sweet pastries for you as well. He even buys you a flower, just one simple flower not a bouquet, but it's your favourite so he hopes that you'll like it.

As soon as Spencer gets back to the office he makes a beeline for you. You don't notice him coming, too focused on the papers, until the beautiful flower is right in front of your face.

"Oh," you yelp in surprise, small but genuine smile right away on your lips, "what's this?"

"This," he also puts the drink and the pastries on your table," is for you."

"For me? Why?" you ask a little confused, but Spencer already can see that your mood has been lifted even if just a bit.

"Just because," Spencer beams at you.

You raise your brows at him, "just because?" you giggle. Your giggle makes Spencer almost melt away.

"Yeah, " Spencer shrugs his shoulders. He would have bought you thousands of flowers if it meant that you would smile at him like this again. He overwhelmingly wants to kiss you, but he just can't kiss you in the middle of the office.

He decides that a little peck on your cheek wouldn't hurt. He quickly looks around, and then does it.

You cheeks go rosy, "thank you, handsome. This is really nice."

"Of course," Spencer smiles at you one more time before he leaves you be. He sits at his desk, and takes a sip of his coffee.

It's missing the very much needed sugar, even if he did ask for more sugar at the café It's still not enough. He goes straight to the small office kitchen.

You notice Spencer going there, and follow him. You can't believe how sweet Spence is. I mean, you know he's literally the sweetest person on the earth, but still it takes you by a surprise every time. It makes you love him even more everytime, too.

You swear, you were very close to crying when he brought you the flower. You haven't been feeling very well since the morning. It's just one of those days when you wake up with an upset mood, and there's no actual reason behind it. It's just this way sometimes.

You know Spencer noticed this bad mood. And of course, he's trying everything he can to make you feel better without being forceful. So you want to thank him again.

"Hi, sweetheart, need more sugar too?" Spencer notices you straight away.

"No, I just wanted to say thank you again, Spence," you say sheepishly.

"No need to say thanks again. I'm glad you like my little surprise," Spencer can't help it when you're around him, his hand immediately lands on your hip.

You try to give him a smile, but you just anxiously look at him, "I just... Y-you were right. I-I don't feel good today."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer softly asks in hushed voice, his hand starts to do circles on your exposed skin where your sweater has risen.

"Can we talk about it later?" You don't feel like talking about it right now. Especially not at work. You'd rather do it later with Spencer's arms around you.

"Definitely, lovely. You can come to my apartment if you want to. We don't even have to talk, we could just put on a movie or something. Does that sound okay?" Spencer proposes unsurely, he doesn't want to make you even more sad. He wouldn't survive it for sure. He's so used to your happy smiles and cheerful mood that it's weird seeing you so sullen. He doesn't like seeing you like this at all, it breaks his heart a little.

"Sounds perfect." You look at him like you want to ask him also something else, and Spencer doesn't even need to guess to know what to do. He's seen those puppy eyes on your numerous times.

Spencer quickly wraps his arms around you, instantly whispering sweet things in your ear, "I love you, y'know that?"

"I know, love you, too," you say into his shirt, already feeling a small amount of tension leave your body.

You stay like that until you are positive that you are blushing like crazy from his compliments, and until someone else comes into the kitchen for a coffee (you don't want to be another lecture about inappropriate behaviour at work, you leave that to other people).

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid

[josephquinnswhore]

Her Sanctuary

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader.

Summary: you start pulling away from Joel, he’s scared he’s going to lose you.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: mentions of anxiety, bad mental health. Joel talking about Sarah!!! 😭 soft Joel!!!!! Hurt/comfort.

Note: kinda just wrote this on a whim after rewatching the last of us. I miss joel. @cool-iguana ily.

You were an outspoken person. About everything. There wasn’t a single topic you didn’t have an opinion on. Always a snarky reply, a joke, or following pun. That’s just who you were.

Joel spent months wishing you weren’t like that. That you’d just shut up so he could have a few moments of silence between you. His limited replies included a scowl, raised eyebrow or an annoyed grunt. He spent months travelling across the country with you, refusing to open up and reluctantly teaching you how to shoot his rifle.

He didn’t like how you made him feel. How he had started looking at you romantically. The sound of your laugh stirred something in him. Your bright eyes lightened the darkness in his own.

He never allowed himself to let you in; as much as a fight he put up. You wormed yourself into the cracks in the walls around his heart and started to mend him. He doesn’t know when it happened exactly, all he can remember is wanting to hear more of her laugh, he even found her a joke book in an old RV he scouted one evening at the trailer park they posted in overnight.

He had learned how to accept your brightness, for all its worth. Your dorky comments, crooked grin and boisterous laugh. Even those small touches to his back and arm when you would pass by, excusing yourself. Always followed by a mumbled, “sorry.”

But this.. this he didn’t know what to do. He was tearing himself up inside for not knowing what to do. You were quiet today, something bubbling inside of you that radiated off and in between them in a depressing aura that had Joel feeling breathless.

He even found himself staring at you, from the corner of his eyes, turning his head to watch you, making sure you kept up as you lingered a few steps behind him, completely silent. Not laughing, not crying. Silent.

It was heart wrenching and he couldn’t figure out how to put the pieces together to finish the puzzle. Nothing extreme had happened that they hadn’t faced before. They’d fought off some infected yesterday but—it couldn’t have possibly been that. They were fine. They survived.

Maybe you just wasn’t coping as well as he thought you were.

He tried to think of things to cheer you up, and the guilt consumed him when he realised he didn’t really know much about you. He had never asked. It was always you asking about him, pestering to know more about him. He cursed himself for being so selfish.

The harsh reality of their one sided dynamic hit Joel hard, he had always protected her, with his physical strength and ability to kill. That primal instinct that kept them both alive and for what? He couldn’t help her when she actually needed.

He felt utterly useless.

Until. He had an idea. That stupid fucking joke book that she treasured, had to cheer her up right? It had to draw out one of those loud laughs that made his insides flip, the smile that made your eyes squint that his heart craved to see.

He reached into his pack, pulling it out. She’d stashed it in there, insisting that her pack had no more room. He didn’t argue, he knew she struggled carrying the weight. He decided that day that he could carry the extra burden for things that she decided she couldn’t bare.

This baggage however, was tricker. He would take it if he could. He hoped this would work.

He turns around to look at you and what he saw made him feel like there was a metal vice around his heart, your slumped shoulders and black eye bags complimented a vacant look in your eyes, you were unrecognisable in comparison to your default sunshine personality.

“Hey, I was thinkin’ about that algae-bra joke you told me the other day.” He tried to make his voice as soft as he could when he spoke to you, trying to nudge a reaction.

Nothing, she barely looks at him. “Hm?”

“Anyways, I was thinkin’ we could pass the time with this.” He held the joke book in his hand, swinging his pack back over his shoulder, adjusting his rifle strap as he shuffles on his feet.

You felt a spark of something, something that was quickly put out by the fear and darkness that felt so consuming.

“Maybe later?” You offer quietly, walking past him. “It’ll be dark soon.”

Joel felt defeated. How had he failed so badly. How did he let this fester inside of her like a fucking disease that he didn’t know how to get rid of.

This was an infection in your mind; that he figured on his own. This kind of infection he didn’t know how to cure. He had always pushed his own anxiety and panic attacks down burying them, until he learnt to live with it.

But you; the one fucking good thing in his life that brought him life, hope. He wouldn’t allow you to ignore it, to let it consume you.

He wasn’t going to let you fall victim. He would do whatever it took.

He set up camp in silence, stuck in his head about how the fuck he was going to help you, a feeling of shame overwhelmed him as he sits by the fire, rubbing his hands together as you sit in your sleeping bag, across from him.

Arms wrapped tightly around yourself, legs pulled to your chest. It made you look smaller, the way you held yourself protectively. A reflection of the flames flicking in her eyes only made the mood more somber.

He can’t say something came over him, possessed him to say what he felt bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to lose her. To him, you were too important, you disarmed him and weaselled your way into his heart. He wasn’t going to let you leave, not ever.

“When my little girl used to get upset, she always shut me out like this, like what you’re doin’, I always told myself she’ll come around.” He nods to himself, as if reminiscing the memory.

You stay silent, watching him. Watching his expression soften.

“An’ now she’s gone it’s all I regret. Not doin’ more. Not making more of an effort with shit like that. Fuckin’ haunts me.”

Not once in the months they’ve travelled he had mentioned having children, a daughter, let alone a decreased one. He had mumbled a few times in his sleep, incoherently a name. Serine, Sari, Sarah? You could never figure it out, and never pried.

But here he was, sitting across from her looking on with longing eyes and his features the most relaxed she’d ever seen.

“I ain’t makin’ that same mistake again, seein’ you like this, pullin’ away. Feels like I’m failin’ all over again.” His admission shocks you, enough to stun a quiet confession from your own lips before you could think.

“I thought you were going to die.” He seems surprised to hear you talking, but stays silent, wanting you to talk more, wanting to hear more.

“I know we’ve dealt with plenty of infected.. we’ve had some close calls even, sure.” Your heart clenched as you recall.

Joel lying on the ground with that infected on top of him, Joel’s gun inches away as he fumbles, fingertips desperately grasping the hairs of grass as he searched for his weapon.

Holding the infected away with one arm, grunting in a struggle that he was bound to lose. It’s rotten teeth and fleshy stench was so close to grazing Joel’s neck. Inches away from sealing his fate.

You had somehow mustered some courage inside of you to tackle the infected, throwing it off Joel and giving him a split second to reach for his gun and put a bullet in the back of the infected’s head.

Your jeans still stunk, of gunpowder and blood. A stench so vile you couldn’t help but relive the moment, it was on your mind every second, unable to process it all.

You almost lost Joel. Joel almost fucking died. It was a breath away.

“I thought if I just—shut down maybe you’d get tired and ditch me.. worse yet I’d stop caring about you so damn much.” Joel’s ears perked at her soft admission.

“And I know you think I’m just—some annoying fucking girl that you have to protect and feed and I’m sorry..“ Joel wouldn’t allow another word.

“Hey. Look at me, now.” His tone was soft, but held a firmness, there was no doubt he wasn’t asking you. He needed you to look at him.

His face looked so soft beyond the flames of the fire, his expression was tender and kind; as no one had ever seen before. He looked beautiful, fuck, he was handsome. You’d always thought so.

“I know it was a close call, we’ve learnt from it, yeah? We won’t make the same mistake.” You nod, Joel continues.

“Don’t pull away from me sweetheart. Please.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Joel interrupts by patting the space beside him.

“C’mere sweetheart. C’mon.” You don’t waste a moment to plop beside him. He wraps his sleeping bag around you and his big hands grip around your torso to pull you into his.

“Tell me you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

For the first time since you’ve known Joel. He was the one asking for comfort, reassurance.

“Promise I’m not going anywhere Joel.” You nuzzle into him, his natural musk strung a desire out of her that all she could do was lean into him.

“You get some rest now. I’ll keep ya safe.” He murmurs into her ear, a promise.

All you could do was obey him. Closing your eyes as your body and mind revelled in the intimacy and vulnerability of this moment.

His head rested on top of yours, your hair gets stuck in the rugged coarse hairs of his beard. He finds himself nuzzling into you, allowing himself to get lost in you. After months of fighting you; he lets go. He lets you in.

You were his. And he wasn’t going to let anything fucking hurt you. Not even yourself. He would be your sanctuary. No matter what it took.

#Joel miller #pedro pascal #tlou #angst #the last of us #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller hurt/comfort #joel miller angst #joel miller x you #soft joel miller

[cheolhub]

FIRST DATE — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu doesn’t usually fuck on the first date. emphasis on usually.

wc. 3.5k

warnings. MINGYU W/ A MASSIVE DICK, size kink, oral (m. receiving), deep throating/face fucking, shy baby!gyu (at first ;)), tears ofc, pet names (baby, angel), unprotected sex, mating press, gyu is a needy, pussydrunk boy(but reader is worse lol), slight dumbification, kinda romantic but it’s literally just needy sex— MINORS DNI 18+

note. THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG…. um anyway!! happy birthday mingoo <3 — also @ hyuk4ngel ily dedicating this to u n gyu & thank u to my lovely lu ( @ bowmonde ) for beta reading this!! happy gyu birth to you all <3 (pls excuse typos)

“i-i don’t usually do this on the first date,” mingyu stutters as you kiss down his neck, nipping and biting at his skin. he lets out a shuddered breath because he can feel the marks you’re leaving. he swears you’re trying to spell your name and it’s making his cock throb in his already tight jeans.

you mumble into his skin, “i don’t either, but, fuck gyu… you’re so sexy, i couldn’t hold back..” your hands find their way under his shirt, feeling him up and moaning when he whimpers at the not-so-subtle touch. 

gyu. you’ve called him by his nickname and you barely know him and, for some reason, it really turns him on. 

he wanted to be a gentleman– wanted to walk you to your door, peck your cheek, and whisper goodnight– but your mutual attraction got the best of you. one thing led to another and you were kissing him outside of your door as soon as he’d agreed to your invitation to come inside. 

you parted from his neck briefly to get inside so none of your neighbors would come outside to see the two of you eating each other alive. as soon as he’d stepped inside and closed the door, though, you pressed him right against it.

“we should move to–” he tries, but he’s interrupted by your lips. you slot them into his and your hands wander down his torso, down his abdomen, down till they reach his belt. 

“what do you wanna do, mingyu~” you seductively whisper against his lips. 

he shudders again, “anything. we can do whatever you want.”

you smirk, “you’re such a gentleman, gyu… you were so sweet at dinner. you picked me up, paid for my meal, walked me all the way to my door… i just wanna make you feel good.” you tell him, unbuckling his belt, but before you move to unbutton his jeans, you ask permission. “can i do that, gyu? can i make you feel good?” 

you can’t be real.

“fuck, y-you don’t have to, i want you to feel good, too.” he replies, words breathy as he finds himself chasing your lips.

you moan just at his words, leaning in to give him what he wants.

you must’ve done something redeemable in your past life to have accidentally met mingyu in a cafe. he may or may not have been on his phone while walking out and you may or may not have bumped into him while he was leaving. needless to say, his piping hot coffee ended up all over you and him, staining his white button up and your cute new top in the process. 

he’d asked if you were okay— if you were hurt or burned— profusely apologizing with a nervous stutter. when you finally noticed how beautiful the man before you was, you couldn’t even care about the irrevocable stain made on your shirt. 

you ultimately ended the conversation with, “it’s okay, you can pay me back with a date maybe?” to which he gave you an incredulous look. when he realized you were serious, he nodded shyly and exchanged numbers with you.

and the date went swimmingly, truth be told. probably the best date you’d ever been on. he made you laugh like no other and you made him blush with your playful teasing and easygoing aura.  the chemistry was undeniable.

which brings you back to the now— his tongue shoved in your mouth and your fingers still fumbling to unbutton his jeans. 

when you finally get them undone, you break from the kiss again and mingyu hates that you keep doing that, letting out a whine every time it happens. 

“wanna suck you off.” you tell him bluntly and his eyes widen in shock, puffy lips parting a bit. “can i?”

“are you sure?” he asks, meekly– a bit too shy for a man of his caliber. “i can eat you out instead…”

your core pulses at the words because, fuck, that sounds good too. you have no doubt in your mind that mingyu is a god at eating pussy if it’s anything like the way he kisses you.

but, no, you’re adamant on getting his dick in your mouth, so you shake your head. “you can do that for me another time… i really wanna do this. you’ll let me, won’t you?”

and how the fuck could he say no to that? he nods his head letting out a shaky, “ok.”

you nearly squeal, excitedly dropping to your knees and as you hit the ground, your eyes are leveled with his alarmingly large bulge. you unzip his jeans, pulling the denim and cotton boxers down his thick thighs till his cock pops out, slapping against his clothed abdomen. mingyu hisses as his length is free from the confinement and met with the cool air circulating in your home. 

and, honestly, you think you start drooling because holy. fucking. shit. he’s intimidatingly big. 

no, big is an understatement. he’s huge. massive. likely to split your body right in half if he tried to put it inside of you. but, really, what did you expect? mingyu himself is big. you’ve dated many men who were bigger than you, some even bigger than him— but none of their dicks compared to the one currently twitching in front of you. 

his leaky tip was flushed red and the veins running through his length were prominent. you could nearly feel the weight on your tongue and you hadn’t even touched him. 

“you’re so big,” you whisper looking up at him and he swears he’s gone bright red at the comment. 

“‘m not that big…” he mumbles, eyes averting from yours. if he looks at you on your knees any longer, he may cum untouched. “is it too much? i really don’t mind taking—“

you shake your head vigorously . if anything, you wanna take him down your throat even more. “it’s not… it’s not too much— i can take it.” you tell him and he inhales sharply because he’s fucking sure you could take it. “do girls not tell you you're big, though? why are you so humble about it?” you ask, hands slowly coming to wrap around his girth. 

he gasps at the unexpected contact, eyes finally coming back to you to find what may be a faux pout etched into your lips.“t-they do… i just- i don’t think it’s that big.” he reiterates.

“well it is. you probably wouldn’t even fit inside me,” you admit, voice hushed. your mouth hovers over his tip, letting a trail of spit out to lubricate him.

he curses, cock twitching in your light grip. “fuck, really?” the thought of not fitting in your cunt because he’s just that big has his mind reeling– has him excited. he wants to see if what you’re saying is any true (it is). 

you hum, nodding your head, slick hand effectively moving up and down his cock. “mmh, might break me without any prep– but you’ll make it fit, right, gyu? you’ll fuck me well?”

he lets out a gaspy moan, throwing his head back. “yeah, baby, i’ll make it fit– i’ll fuck you so well. shit, i’ll do anything you want.” his parroted words come out breathy once again. 

you exhale sharply, cunt clenching around nothing at his words and the thought of taking his cock. your hands quicken their pace before you move to wrap your lips around his blushing tip.

this man will give you anything you want and you’re willing to do the same for him. men like mingyu are nearly impossible to come by and you want to keep him all to yourself, so if that means choking on his dick till you can’t breathe, so be it.

you move your mouth down his cock and before you can reach the base, he’s already hitting the back of your throat. 

right above you, mingyu is losing it. he feels the way you constrict around him and it’s already taking him out. he hadn’t expected to be so sensitive, but he just can’t handle how warm and wet your mouth is and he definitely can’t handle how tight your throat is. he can only imagine how much tighter your cunt must be. 

“fuuuck,” he groans, hands flying to your head, tangling his fingers into your hair. “you’re so good.” 

the subtle praise heads straight to your core and you can’t stop the moan that vibrates his entirety. a pitchy whine rips from his throat and he fortuitously thrusts into yours causing tears to prick at your eyes as you let out a strident gag. 

he gasps out an apology, “‘m sorry.” he panting relentlessly and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was about to release into your mouth. when you look up at him with your mouth full and tears clouding your vision, you see that he isn’t really sorry. “‘m so sorry, angel, fuck, ‘m sorry.” he echos over and over with his face pinched in pleasure, yet his hips won’t stop bucking into your mouth. 

you try your best to breathe, but his massive cock makes it hard as it fills your mouth and throat completely. his hands holding your head in place makes it impossible to move, but he sounds so pretty whining and desperately moaning out your name– you don’t even want to back off of him. 

your hands find his bare thighs and you grip them for dear life, fingernails digging into the flesh, sure to draw blood if he doesn't ease up any second now. he hisses at the feeling, ripping you off him with a tug on your locks. 

“need to fuck you now,” he groans, his cock throbbing angrily at the loss of contact. “can’t cum like that, ‘s too embarrassing.” he picks you up, making you stand on your feet. he notices how your mascara runs and your lipstick is smudged, but somehow, you’re still the prettiest thing in the world.

your ego naturally inflates at the comment and you smile cheekily. “i would’ve been flattered if you came that quick.” the words come out raspy thanks to the way his cock bruised your throat. 

he chuckles breathily while pulling up his pants, “i‘m sure you get guys that cum too fast a lot. especially with a mouth like that. ”

you shrug, taking his hand and dragging him to your bedroom on the opposite side of the main entrance. “sometimes, but none are as pretty as you.” you tell him truthfully as you guide him inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. “or as big.”

your face to face with him and he whispers, “yeah?” 

you tug him close to you by his sweater. “yeah,” you whisper against his lips. “dunno how you haven’t been locked down yet, you’re so attractive ‘n sweet– and… y’know, you’re huge.”

“just waiting for the right person to come along, i guess.” he whispers back, hands finding purchase on your waist. “think i’ve found them, though.”

your heart skips a beat and your breathing picks up, “yeah?” you echo breathily back at him. 

“fuck yes,” his grip tightens, pulling your body flush to his. you feel his cock pressing into your abdomen and you let out a whimper at both the coded confession and the way your pussy throbs at his touch. “c’mere, baby.”

you melt at the pet name, closing the gap between the two of you. you count back to how many times you’ve kissed him tonight and you’re almost scared that you’re addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. the thought quickly dissipates when mingyu begins to pull your dress up by the hem, though. the two of you walk towards the bed, mouths still attached till you fall on the plush comforter, mingyu toppling over you. 

you giggle into his mouth at his body crushing yours. “gyu.”

“sorry.” he scrambles, standing up so you can get your dress over your head. you throw the fabric to the ground, leaving your body adorned in a pretty, white set. typically, you wouldn’t dare pull out one of your favorite sets for anyone– especially not for a first date– but you think mingyu is the most beautiful– most deserving– man to exist. he should get to see the set. 

and he does see it. he can’t stop the way his eyes ogle your lace covered body. “you’re so beautiful.” he pants out much like he’s in heat. 

and he just might be. he quickly and clumsily kicks off his shoes and pulls his pants back down, revealing his aching cock to you again. you curse to yourself when his shirt comes off shortly after, his big chest and toned abdomen on full display. 

god really took his time with kim mingyu. 

he doesn’t waste any time, practically lunging at you and hovering over you with blown out pupils. “look like an angel– fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

you pout, feeling your brain turn to mush at the endless compliments that seem to flow past his swollen lips. the dull ache and sporadic pulse in your cunt remind you how needy you are, though, so you express that to him by bucking your hips up. 

“gyu…” you whimper. “want it so bad.”

he groans, hands pinning your hips down and grounding you to the bed, “i have to prep you, baby– you said it yourself, ‘m not gonna fit.”

you shake your head ceaselessly while squirming in his grip, “no, i don’t care, just give it to me or else i might die.”

“but you said–”

you interrupt him before he can say anymore. “give it to me… please.” the plea comes out hushed and your words are laced with the utmost desire. so much so that it’s almost impossible for mingyu to deny you. you can see some doubt lingering on his face so you tell him exactly what he needs to hear. “‘m so fucking wet for you, mingyu… i’m sure it’ll just slip in– it’s okay. you won’t hurt me.”

he shakily exhales before nodding. “o-okay…” his fingers nimbly tug at the soaked panties, signaling you to raise your hips so he can roll them off your legs. 

mingyu’s pulse thumps erratically in his ears as soon as he sees just how wet you are. your pussy glistens under the soft lamp light and he wants a taste– to drown in your pussy– because he just knows you’re fucking delicious. 

“wanna taste you…” he moans and your walls clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal trickling out of you. 

you teeth catch your bottom lip to stop the whine bubbling in the back of your throat.“next time…” you croak. “just need your cock inside of me right now.”

he nods his head at the promise of a next time– he’ll hold you to that. “condom?” 

“iud and ‘m clean,” you confirm, knees knocking against your chest as you pull them up. 

“same.” he says mindlessly as he grips the back of your thighs and spreads you open. “well, i don’t have an iud, but i’m clean, too.” 

he’s cute, you think before you remind yourself that this cute, big man is about to absolutely wreck you. 

you smile, “good,”

one of his hand wraps around his throbbing length, running his flushed tip between your soaked folds to collect wetness. you whine at the contact, praying that he finally stops this unintentional teasing.  

when he drags his cock to your drooling hole, he asks, “are you sure?”

your eyes squeeze shut and nod, “uh-huh, please.”

he lets out a wobbly sigh before pushing his fat tip into you, biting his lip as he watches the way your cunt stretches open to swallow him up. you gasp, back arching at the burning sensation in your core. you really have never taken anyone so big. 

he stops only half way when he’s met with strong resistance. “talk to me, angel,” he whispers to mask his wavering voice. “are you okay?”

you mewl, “g-gyu…” 

“baby, do you need me to pull out? you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, his cock twitching between the gummy walls that suffocate him. 

your hands grip the sheets under you and you shake your head, letting out the most incoherent sentence ever. “n-no, just– slow, go slow.” 

but you’re completely coherent to mingyu. “relax, pretty. ease up for me– i want it to feel good.” he coaxes, voice soft.

his attempt in helping you relax proves to be futile when you clamp tighter around him. the action elicits a moan from the both of you. 

“j-just fuck me– please, just move.” 

he gives you a weary look, but does what you ask for anyway. he pushes past the resistance, sheathing himself further inside of you. and, fuck, you swear you’re just about to cum when he’s finally bottomed out, both of your hips flushed against each other. you’re impaled on his fat cock, stretched open and completely full of him. 

he’s very hyper-aware of how you're squeezing him while he’s balls deep inside of you and his mind can’t stop reeling. he moans out your name and a few curses, holding himself there till you adjust to his size. 

and you’ve gone dumb at this point, unable to make a comprehensible thought about anything other than the cock you’re split open on. “s-so big. oh my, god, mingyu– you’re so big.” you almost sound like you’re overexaggerating, but it’s true. you can feel him everywhere. 

he can’t stop the way he jolts at the comment, inadvertently driving himself into you. you sob at the doing, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“shit, sorry. still good?”

“mhm, ‘s good– ‘m good.” you tell him as the uncomfortable burn slowly melts to pleasure. “you can move, baby.”

mingyu groans, hands coming back to grip the backs of your knees pushing them against your chest before he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.

you let out the prettiest moan, his name tumbling past your pouty lip and, now, he thinks he’s lost it. 

no, he’s definitely lost it because his speed quickens without a second thought. he drives his cock in and out of you, listening to the way you cry and mewl mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your wet cunt. 

“Y/N, you’re so fucking good. pussy’s so fucking good– takin’ me so well,” he nearly cries, gripping your flesh tighter. “god, you’re mine now.”

his?

it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but the way your stomach flips and walls tighten verifies that it does. 

“and you’re mine.” you moan in response. 

and the reassurance that you want him to be yours has him lurching in to sloppily kiss you, moaning into your mouth while he keeps a rapid tempo. you let him swallow your whines and your arms envelope him, pulling him closer. 

his cock finds your sweet spot and when you gasp, he knows to keep hitting it with precision. 

“gyu! gyu, i’m gonna cum.” you warn against his lips.

he growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he’s adamant on getting you to your high. “cum for me, baby– cum all over my fucking cock.” 

his words and impressive speed trigger your orgasm. the tightness in your tummy dissolves as you completely unravel under his big, buff body. you seize, back arched and head thrown to the pillow as you cum and clench around him uncontrollably. 

“that’s it, fuck,” he moans, continuing his assault on your poor pussy.  “you’re gorgeous, angel, so fucking pretty when you cum.”

the onslaught of pleasure is almost too much, body beginning to shake in overstimulation. “w-wan’ you to cum,” you slur, a cry following the words. “please please please, cum on me!” you beg. 

and mingyu is at your beck and call. he knows he’s  just met you, but he’d do anything you asked of him because the grip you (and your pussy) have him in is nothing short of insane. 

that’s why he’s quick to pull out, releasing you from his bruising grip to fist his arousal-drenched cock up and down. he throws his head back and moans out your name again as he releases hot, white ribbons of cum onto your stomach. 

after a few minutes of panting and coming down from his high, he chuckles airly. “i’m so glad i spilled my coffee on you, if i’m being completely honest.” 

you giggle, hiding your face in your hands, “it was a cute top, though.”

“well, you look cute without it on.” he smiles, leaning down to pepper your face with soft pecks. 

“mingyu!” you blush, playfully slapping his bare chest. “be serious!”

“i am!” he laughs. “speaking of being serious… when’s our next date?”

you hum, “well, it depends. when are you free and what do you wanna do?”

there’s a playful glint in his eyes when he looks at you, “i’m free now… and y’know how you said i can eat you out next time?”

your breath gets caught in your throat, but you nod your head remembering the promise you’d made. 

“well… what do you say? can i treat you to a second date? say… right now?”

“i’d love nothing more.”

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[tteokdoroki]

Aali!!!! I was gonna put this in the tags of your training scenario but got shy :(

but i immediately thought of Gojo!! And like he's not surprised you flipped him over due to you're strength, he has no doubts about how strong you are but it's the fact that he trusts you so much he unconsciously turned off his infinity for you <3 so now he's like !!!!!! because what!!!! but also you're on top of him and you look so pretty so now he's short circuiting double the amount!!!!

Like !!!!!!!! my brain is going crazy thinking about it - 🍓

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. neither strong, nor weak - just in love.

about. combat training with gojo makes him realise just how strong you really are. inspired by this silly post i made yesterday, it wasn’t meant to become a whole thing but it did and now it’s…sad. im sorry. also pls don’t be shy ily :(

warnings. minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact. sfw, angst, mutual pining, slightly unrequited romance, mentions of violence (they’re combat training), death mention, canon!verse, gn!reader.

you’re pissed. 

over the years satoru’s seen a colourful array of emotions splayed against your features. he’s seen joy, laughter, happiness — all of which are his favourites. he wishes he could have seen them more. but also sadness, anguish and a pain so deep he felt like he was dying right alongside you. 

he’s died once before, nearly, but it never could have compared to the feeling he got when you looked at him with pure hatred. because gojo had been the one to hurt you, then. 

you’ve never been one to hold grudges, you’re too good of a person for the world to hold anyone in such a negative light for way too long — but when you do experience these emotions, you feel them all too much and all too hard and everyone can see it too. maybe that’s why gojo picks up on your spike of anger so easily during training today, it could be the sick reason behind how much he’s enjoying you being pissed off too.  

because you wear your heart on your sleeve and your emotions on your face, so gojo knows exactly how he makes you feel — all of the time. “c’mon sweetheart, don’t lose focus. don’t you wanna beat me?” he taunts you, a cocky smile stretched over his lips as he dodges each of your blows, though the shades over his eyes hide the admiration he has for you.  

“fuck you.” you spit back harshly, as if the words scald your tongue. shifting your weight onto your back foot, you take a chance and swing your leg up high, just narrowly missing the silvery mop of satoru’s hair where his infinity goes up to protect him. 

for gojo, it’s easy for things to lose their meaning, slipping away from him like fine grains of sand through his fingers. at times when he should, he finds himself without a care — it’s easier to walk through life not giving a shit than to tie emotions to actions, people and places. if the strongest cares too much then people have to die. that’s why the wielder of the six eyes holds you to such high regards. you’re strong because you’re able to care — no matter what’s in your path or who might stand in your way, and what they might make you feel, you are able to be strong for those in need. 

you feel what satoru can’t. 

“i’ve been waiting all day for that, honey.” he quips back, lifting his shades just a little to bare the full brunt of your aura through his technique. “c’mon, let’s put in a little more effort, shall we? if i were a curse, you’d be dead by now.” 

everything gojo sees is magnified by one hundred, he could detect the smallest of changes no matter how close or far he was from you — and being able to witness frustration build up in your core along with stacks of your cursed energy elicits a pleasant reaction out of him. his head flops to the side, almost bored, despite how the corner of his lips quirk up into a lopsided grin. satoru loves how you’re just teeming with anger, from the top of your head right down to your toes — spreading into your fingertips as your cursed energy balls powerfully around your fist. 

and even though he catches it between his larger hands, the thin invisible veil of his infinity quite literally stopping you from killing gojo — he can still feel that you’re pouring your all into this, into him. even though you’re tired and dripping with sweat while your muscles burn so hot you fear they might melt away, you’re still trying. you still won’t give up. you’re still stronger than he ever could be. 

and he’s practically a god. 

“you would be the dead one if you didn’t have the cheat code to life.” rolling your shoulders, you step back with a menacing snarl and start again — fists flying in the direction of the six eyes as you’re  fuelled by the passion of taking him down. making him hurt. people like gojo piss you off, their existence serving as a reminder that your life is not promised and every step you take is a sacrifice to help them live on. though deep down, you know that you don’t hate him for it. it’s nothing that he could have helped. 

once again, satoru snags your fist before it can even leave a mark on him and draws you in by his infinity. for a moment, you’re scared that he might use it to repel you, harm you  — he catches the flicker of fear in your eyes before you steel your nerves and keep on fighting even as he grabs at your wrists, sweeps your feet out from underneath you and pins you to the hard ground below. 

leaning over your frame as you squirm beneath him, gojo tuts down at you in faux disappointment. “so sad, and here i was, thinking that you were strong enough to beat me.” he says, cruelly. “give up already, princess.” 

in response, you bare your fangs and dig your nails into his wrists — not letting up. “i’ll give up when you’ve killed me.” 

that makes satoru falter. 

it’s only training, really, it shouldn’t even be that serious. but his mind can’t shake the idea of one day sacrificing you for the good of others. for everyone satoru gojo has ever cared about, there has been a day where he has to choose between letting them meet their end and protecting the jujutsu world. that’s the way it’s always been and always will be. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, that you can’t handle yourself — you’ve proven yourself capable of that time and time again. you’re strong, physically and resilient in your emotions, mentally but you’re only human.

and humans don’t last as long as gods do. 

seizing the opportunity at hand, you squeeze your thighs around satoru’s slender waist to switch your situation and rip your wrists free from his steady iron grip. so now, your positions are reversed, and he’s the one with his arms above his head — exposing all of his vulnerable vital organs. he could have easily kept himself in control and have you squirming below him for hours, but he lets you. he trusts you enough to let you prove yourself to him — just so he can have that moment, that lets you know that the great satoru gojo is not immune to the likes of you. 

he is weak for you. 

his infinity slips away unconsciously just as his back his the the floor with a dull thud — wisps of his snow white hair flying about the place with the motion. satoru lays still beneath you, unmoving like a tree rooted to its spot, and peers up at you through the thickness of his lashes. he watches how you try to control your surprise and how shocked you are at yourself for pinning him down — truth being told that if he didn’t have infinity to hide behind, if he was human, you probably would have been able to from the start. 

“think again,” you breathe, the dip in your voice doing nothing to help satoru’s crazed mind and how insane he is for you. “princess.”

you’re so pretty like this. your eyes are frenzied and and astonished, your chest heaves with every breath you take in desperation to fill your lungs with air and your skin shines with light perspiration from your training. and even then, to satoru, you’re the most precious form of life he’s ever seen. a rarity amongst unpolished gems. every emotion you have right now is laid bare against your features, coursing through your veins and it’s because of him. 

it’s nice like this, to feel weak in the knees and in the heart for someone. to be able to feel your pulse rather than see it as nothing but a flicker of a blue flame with blue eyes. 

he wants to touch you, subconsciously reaching out to brush a thumb over your cheek. “you’re so beautiful.” satoru whispers, his voice low and uneven — causing goosebumps to rise over the expanse of your skin and a soft gasp to lay wet on your lips. 

exasperated tears begin to well up in your eyes, sitting pretty in your lower lash line. you’re so angry at gojo and how you think he sees you but you don’t dare to push his hand away, instead turning your head to look elsewhere. you don’t want him to see you cry. 

“turn your infinity back on. i could kill you.” 

“you’re beautiful,” satoru repeats adamantly, not caring if he sounds like a broken record. “you’re strong. stronger than me.” you’re pissed at him too , for looking down at you. for all the things he’s said that hurt you without meaning to. your grip on his wrists loosen along with your hold on your emotions. “i wish i could be weak enough to love you.”

“i said turn it back on, gojo.” 

“look at me, please.” 

“gojo.” 

“please.” 

your shoulders sag with a shaky exhale, all of the fight you had leaving you as you sit on top of him — looking down at him. “what?” comes your quiet mumble, not daring to flinch away as his thumb traces over your bottom lip without the gentle hum of his infinity.

“i love you.” 

if you were at any other point in time, satoru’s words would have had you melting over him like butter in a pan. you would have been weak enough to say it back and let him overwhelm you with longing. because if this were any other point in time, you would have needed satoru gojo like you needed air to breathe. like you needed him to live. 

but things are different now, there’s a concrete wall built around your heart to fortify it and you’ve grown to become immune to him. like gojo says, you are strong and while you know that you always have been — hearing him admit that makes you realise you don’t want to prove your worth to him anymore. 

you would much rather have him kill you instead. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[daisynik7]

cw: fluff, established relationship, suggestive at the end

Author’s Note: this drabble was inspired by my snookums @dprkento because we were talking about building forts together the other day and I thought how cute would it be if we did that for husband!Nanami?! anyways, ily, thank you for always making me feel so special and loved. Divider by @/cafekitsune.

It’s been a stressful week for both you and your husband, more so for Nanami though, who has worked overtime nearly every day since Monday. When Friday finally arrives, you come up with an idea to help the two of you unwind. It’s a bit unconventional, maybe even a little childish, but you have a good feeling that it’s just what he needs. 

Around seven in the evening, you hear the familiar jingle of keys from the other side of the front door. You crawl out from under your creation, chest thumping with excitement, unsure how he’ll react to all of this. Waiting by the entrance, the door swings open to reveal Nanami, eyes tired, shoulders hunched, the aura of an overworked man surrounding him. He shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack while he removes his shoes. When he sees you, his expression brightens, a small smile forming on his lips, always happy to be home. You greet him with a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso, squeezing him tight. He nuzzles his nose to the top of your head, inhaling your scent, exhaling a heavy sigh. “Hi.”

You giggle into his chest then peer up at him. “You sound exhausted.”

“I am exhausted,” he admits, bowing down to kiss you on the lips.

“Have I got the perfect surprise for you then,” you say, smirking. 

He stares at you with a brow raised, curious. “Oh no, what now?” You’ve got another trick up your sleeve, keeping him on his toes. And while he pretends to be hesitant at first, he always looks forward to whatever you have in store for him. 

Tugging on his hand, you lead him into the living room, where your masterpiece awaits. “Ta-da!” You hold your arms out, presenting the pillow fort you constructed for him. The base is made of the chairs you dragged all the way from the dining table, concealed by mismatched throw blankets laid out on top of each other to act as the roof. The interior is designed with every pillow you could find lying around the house atop the thickest comforter you have to provide enough cushioning. The finishing touch is your favorite stuffed animal sitting in the corner inviting you in, the same one that Nanami won for you years ago after spending far too much time and money on a crane machine to get it. 

His lips are parted in surprise, inspecting each inch of it carefully. When he doesn’t have any response, you nudge with your elbow. “Well, what do you think?”

He kneels down at the entrance, appreciating the interior, eyes wide with wonder. “You built this? For me?”

“For us,” you correct him, beaming. “I thought we could give up on being adults for a night and relive our childhood.”

He chuckles, crawling inside, his muscular body filling up nearly the entire space. “I never built a fort like this when I was kid. This is a first for me.” Loosening his tie, he rolls over on his back, leaning his head into the pillows, finally relaxed. He waves over to you, beckoning you to join him. 

“Hold on. Let me get the snacks.” You shuffle towards the kitchen counter, gathering all the treats you prepared for tonight: chips, candies, even a box of pizza from one of your go-to restaurants. You dump all the food near the entrance of the fort and shimmy beside your husband, laying the pizza flat on your laps. He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek before grabbing a slice to indulge on. 

When you finish dinner, you set up a laptop on a small standing tray near your feet, snuggling closer to Nanami, who has since removed his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. From your peripheral, you can tell he’s not paying attention to the movie. Instead, his focus is on you. 

Still facing the screen, you grin. “What?”

He hums, leaning in closer, his mouth hot on your skin, not answering. He places a delicate kiss on your neck, lingering as his hand slides across your thighs, slipping between your legs. “Kento,” you breathe out, turning towards him, capturing his lips with yours. 

“Thank you for this,” he whispers between kisses, sliding his other hand beneath your shirt and up your back, fingers at the clasp of your bra. “I love you.”

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to undress and christen the pillow fort properly. As Nanami cradles you in his arms, watching you sleep against his chest, he admires the fort one last time before slipping into a peaceful slumber with a smile on his face. 

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[imasoftieforbarb]

Hi babes!!<33

Soo this has been on my mind recently and I think ur the best page(and prolly the only) where I could ask for it!

It’s a Floyd x F or GN! Reader, but the reader is some kinda car racer. Like super badass, shoves her thumb up bad guy’s asses and shit, basically one of the best car racer trolls who will break bones if ur mean!

The context could be ANYTHING OMG like I can even imagine DJ dragging Floyd along to one of the races bc he loves them and Floyd meets her there, etc. etc.

U can do it in any forms like one shot or HCs, I will literally kiss you.

Thank you ily<3

Floyd x Racer reader

It took JD a while to convince his brothers to go iron a bonding trip

But once they see he really wants to bond they all decide why not

He takes them to a race track for a day- they can all do go karting until the track closes

Unfortunately it closes pretty quickly because an official race is taking place that same day

“Can we at least stay and watch?” JD asked as his brothers got out of their safety gear

They could

They bought snacks and decided to sit really close to the track

“Look there are the racers!”

Floyds eyes were instantly drawn to a racer walking to the closest car to the group

Their helmet was concealing their face but the confident aura that came from them seemed to draw everyone’s gaze to them

They waved to everyone in the crowd for a moment before hopping in the car

One of the other racers approached the mystery rider and said something that must have pissed them off

Because as they walked away, ‘Mystery’ as Floyd had dubbed them lifted up their middle finger in absolute rage

After the race, the winner and runners up were announced

“Driver 3, Y/n L/n in second place!”

In order to receive their medal, they decided to take their helmet off- revealing their face

“Woah”

Floyd was in awe, time seemed to slow down and he was so deep in his daydream that he didn’t register his brothers teasing him

And it was all fun and games until

“Hey! Driver No 3!! My brother has a crush on you!” JD yelled out, much to his brothers embarrassment

“JD-!” Floyd hissed through his teeth- desperately avoiding eye contact with you

Your head turned to see a group of trolls all pointing to an embarrassed troll with magenta pink hair

You considered your options before shrugging, climbing off the podium

Walking over to where the group was sitting, smiling as you saw them all start nudging the pink haired troll

“Hey! Are you the one with the so-called crush on me?” You asked Floyd who cleared his throat before nodding slightly

You hummed before nodding to yourself

Then you reached over the divider and grabbed his wrist gently

Pulling a pen out of your pocket, you wrote a day, address and time before kissing his wrist gently

“It’s a date, I’ll see you soon pretty boy” 

You walked towards the changing room, feeling proud of yourself

Floyd watched you go before poking down at his wrist is disbelief

“You’re welcome bro”

^that was JD

#brozone #brozone x reader #trolls band together #trolls floyd #brozone floyd x reader #trolls floyd x reader

[mingtinysworld]

Show him

Pairing: mommy!hwa x maid!reader x sub!yeosang

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: You are a maid to Seonghwa and his boyfriend Yeosang. You’re offered something that you cannot decline, giving you an opportunity to explore your crush further

Warnings: MDNI, mommy kink, switch reader, voyeurism, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (f/m receiving), fingering, squirting, riding, nipple sucking, hickeys, some hip slaps, masturbation

A/n: sooo thank you to that anon who requested this. I hope that this did justice to your thoughts and I enjoyed writing it a lot a lot. I really hope you enjoy the writing, please like, comment and reblog!! ily - J

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Being the maid of Park Seonghwa was quite the interesting experience. He differed from the other wealthy people you’ve come across at his giant mansion parties.

Unlike those snobby, high and mighty individuals, Seonghwa is a very considerate man. He loves to take care of everyone living in his household. From the maids, the cooks, to the gardeners, and of course, his boyfriend Yeosang.

The contrast betweeen Seonghwa and Yeosang is very prominent. Seonghwa has a dark and feminine aura, whereas Yeosang is so pure and bright but they somehow complete each other very well.

Seonghwa takes on an almost nurturing role in the relationship. Yeosang works out every day and has a strong physique, but that does nothing to conceal his innocence and needing help from Seonghwa.

You are exposed to them almost constantly due to always having to clean the place. Your heart constricts whenever you see their intimate moments. You long for what they have together, secretly sporting a crush on the beautiful Seonghwa.

Whenever you stumble across the couple, you do your best to avert your gaze just to give them privacy. You freeze for a few seconds and then quietly slink away in the opposite direction.

You convince yourself that you do really well with hiding your feelings for Seonghwa. You make sure to take deep breaths before speaking, not making the eye contact too long or too short, and never letting your true thoughts come to the surface ever.

Seonghwa, however, is much more observant than what you give him credit for. He notices your stolen glances when you think he’s not looking. He sees your eyes widen when his lips meet with Yeosang’s. He sees you swallow nervously when he’s standing just a bit too close to you.

He notices all of this, hence the reason why he’s made it his mission to fluster you as much as possible. He calls you into his room for assistance quite often, under the guise of needing food or new towels. His newest idea was making him quiver with excitement.

“Y/n!!”

You hear his voice calling you from upstairs and you immediately go to him. You knock twice to alert him you’re there and walk in. You expect to find him at his desk or bed, but he’s at neither place.

“Sir? Are you here?” You question.

You start walking towards his closet, thinking he might be in there. It is quite a big space after all. You hear a click of a door behind you and turn around hastily. The sight stops you in your tracks.

There stands Seonghwa in all his mighty glory. His hair is wet and tousled from his shower, droplets of water sliding down his toned body. His towel is barely hanging on for dear life and it takes everything in you to only look into his eyes.

“So s-sorry Sir, I didn’t- what can I do for you?” You stutter out pathetically.

He grins triumphantly and steps closer. “I hate to ask this of you, but I’m having trouble reaching my back to put on my lotion. Do you think you could help me out?” He sends a fake pout your way and your heart stops.

“S-sure, I can do that for you Sir.” He hands you his coconut scented lotion and faces away from you. You steady your trembling hands and squeeze out a considerable amount of lotion onto him. As you begin to massage his skin, you feel faint. Not once have you dared to be this close to him, let alone touch him. His skin feels so warm to the touch, contrasting your cold, nervous hands. Your heartbeat is so loud that you fear he might be able to hear it.

As the lotion is completely absorbed, you quickly step back as if you’ve been burned by him. Perhaps you did, because your whole body feels like lava. You look down to where your hands are clasped together and breathe.

“Anything else I can do for you?” You say quietly.

“That is all. Thank you for your help Y/n, always appreciated.” He gives you a smile, a sparkle in his dark eyes.

You give him a little bow and turn to leave. As you close the door behind you, you let out a breath you were holding. Clutching your sweater, you make it down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You gulp down the water, and realize it’s not enough to calm your pounding heart. You decide to go for a quick walk around the garden.

This should not be affecting you so much. He’s your boss, you can’t be feeling like this. Most importantly, he’s taken. Never in a million years would he look upon you as anything other than someone who gets things done for him.

You pace back and forth, needing to clear your head. After a few more minutes, you head back inside, completely missing Seonghwa’s head poking out from the curtain, watching you with gleeful eyes. His eyes darken with an unquenchable desire and his mind starts plotting.

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You wake up with a panic, realizing you slept through your alarm. Reaching for your clock, you read that it’s 8:45am. Immediately, you jump out of bed and throw on whatever clothing you can find, not even paying attention. Your usual wake up time is supposed to be 7:30, in order to have enough time to prepare breakfast and Seonghwa’s schedule for the day.

You run down the stairs like someone is after you, sliding into the kitchen frantically. As you do, you see Seonghwa already occupying the space. He turns around at the noise and greets you with a warm smile.

“Good morning Y/n! I decided to take initiative on breakfast this morning for a change. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to let you sleep in, so don’t worry about the food.” You take in the apron folded at his hips, and the spatula mixing the eggs. You take a seat on one of the stools, feeling dazed.

Seonghwa has never made breakfast before. You’re curious about how it will turn out, and unable to deny how attractive he looks while cooking. You rest your face in your hands and watch Seonghwa with a fascinated look.

A rumbly voice startles you out of your daydream. Yeosang walks in, with his fluffy robe covering his body. He greets Seonghwa with an angelic smile, leaning in for a quick peck against his lips. Seonghwa mumbles a ‘hello love’ and gets back to the task at hand.

Yeosang slides into the stool next to you, waving at you shyly. You wave back awkwardly, not exactly sure how you should be acting. The dynamic feels so strange, and you feel wrong for sitting down instead of working. However, you choose to enjoy the moment while you can.

Soon, Seonghwa is finished with the whole meal. He sets up the plates, forks, and cups and denies your help when you offer. You patiently wait to start eating until they do, but they don’t seem to care.

“Alright, let’s dig in.” Seonghwa announces.

You slowly pick up your fork, still feeling hesitant. You think it might be a joke, but you start eating anyways. Surprisingly, the food tastes amazing. You’ve learned another thing about Seonghwa. He’s a pretty decent cook.

No one speaks, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Instead, you savor the silence along with the breakfast. Finishing, you stand up to gather everyone’s plates, placing them in the dishwasher.

“Thank you Sir, for the breakfast. It was very delicious.”

“My pleasure Y/n. I figured I should do something new for once, instead of letting you do all the work.” You are quick to shake your head in dismissal, signaling that you don’t mind.

Him and Yeosang stand up, stretching slightly. “Ok, I think we’re gonna get started on our days now. Have a wonderful day dear.”

You give a curt nod, fighting a blush. What is happening to you? It feels so much harder to stay nonchalant. You head back to your duties for the rest of the morning and afternoon, having the most jumbled thoughts floating in your head.

As it nears the evening, everything slows down. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang come back from work, and plop down onto the couch, letting out drawn out sighs. It seems as if they had an exhausting day. You steep some black tea, pouring it into their favorite mugs. Adding on a side of sugar, you present it to them. They accept the tea gratefully, letting the warmth heat up their tired bodies.

Once they were done with the tea, they decided to go to their room. You said goodbye, not expecting to see them for the rest of the night as it was nearing 9pm. You do some last minute chores, putting things away and cleaning up. You finally head to your room to get a good nights sleep.

As you’re walking, you realize that it’s really cold inside the house. The thermostat is all the way upstairs, and you really don’t wanna make the trip. But it’s so cold that you’re already shivering, being forced to move anyways. Trudging up the stairs, you fix the temperature, looking forward to being warm soon.

Taking a few steps forward, you stop at Seonghwa’s door. There’s muffled noises coming through, and it appears as if the door isn’t closed completely. You peek through the crack and almost moan out loud at the sight.

There, on the bed, is Seonghwa fucking Yeosang. He’s got Yeosang on his back, and him working his hips constantly. You’re not sure what you want to focus on in this moment, your brain is so overloaded and overwhelmed. First of all, you get to see Seonghwa’s bare body. It feels surreal.

Yeosang is letting out the most sinful yet angelic noises. It appears that his regular demeanor also translates into bed. He looks so pretty being destroyed by Seonghwa.

Something that surprises you is how gentle Seonghwa is being. You would think he would be an absolute beast, but he’s actually very soft. You do have to compliment him on his stamina though. He just keeps going and going.

“H-hwa, nghh I can’t-” Yeosang lightly whimpers.

At that, Seonghwa leans down until he’s face to face with Yeosang. He captures his lips and swallows all his moans. When he pulls back, he holds Yeosang’s jaw gently, so softly.

“What’s my name baby?”

“Please,” Yeosang only lets out a desperate sob.

“Answer me my love.” Seonghwa gently reminds him.

“Mommy! Mommy m-mommy please, please make me cum. I’m a good boy please.”

You let out a soft gasp without meaning to and immediately slap a hand over your mouth, hoping they didn’t notice.

Nothing goes unnoticed by Seonghwa. He smirks at you through the mirror that’s facing the door. He sees you entranced, as if you’re held down by some invisible force. He turns his attention back to Yeosang, now knowing he’s putting on a show for his beloved maid.

“You’re a good boy for Mommy, that’s right. Let Mommy take care of you, you’re alright. You’re doing so well sweetheart.” He coos lovingly at Yeosang, who has started crying softly.

Pretty tears run down his face, and Seonghwa contemplates wiping them away, but he likes knowing that he’s the reason Yeosang is crying. He reaches down to his flushed red and angry cock and starts pumping vigorously. Yeosang thrashes around, squeezing the sheets as tight as possible.

He cums with a groan, drops spurting out all over his stomach and even on Seonghwa. Seeing that took you out of your trance, realizing you need to leave right now. Seonghwa glances in the mirror and sees that you left. He wishes he knew what you were thinking.

He pulls out of Yeosang slowly, and goes to run a bath. He returns to the bed, carrying Yeosang over to the bathroom and into the soothing water. Yeosang leans his head back and lets his eyes close. Seonghwa kneels by him and brushes his soft hair away from his face. He feels sleepy himself, and fights it long enough to get Yeosang out of the bath and into his pajamas. He cuddles him close and they both drift off.

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You’re fucked. After last night you weren’t able to get a wink of sleep. You couldn’t get Seonghwa and Yeosang out of your mind, how soft yet intense they were. They have a love that people can only dream of.

What has been plaguing you the most however, is Yeosang calling Seonghwa Mommy. You’re surprised but also not. He really does give off that nurturing vibe, but it was still unexpected. Experiencing that awakened something in you.

You want to call Seonghwa mommy.

You smack your head out of frustration. How can this be happening? How are you supposed to face them this morning? You dread leaving your room. You have to leave sometime though, so you take 3 quick breaths and step out.

As you approach the kitchen you can already see them there. For some odd reason, ever since that morning when Seonghwa cooked, they’ve been hanging out in the kitchen almost every morning. Usually you wouldn’t complain, but today…you’re feeling frazzled. But you paste on your smile and trudge through anyways.

“Good morning! How are you this morning?” Your voice sounds so unnaturally chipper to you, you almost grimace. They smile at you lazily, saying their greetings.

The breakfast consists of fluffy crepes, topped with strawberries, bananas, and whipped cream. You savor the taste, closing your eyes.

There’s silence yet again, but you make no haste to break it. You only focus on your plate and nothing else.

You hear a loud clearing throat and look up at the sound. You study both of their faces and the contrast. Seonghwa looks pleased, comfortable even. Yeosang, however, looks uneasy and embarrassed, a pink hue coating his soft cheeks. He looks absolutely adorable.

“Y/n, Yeosang has been wanting to tell you something for some time now.” Seonghwa speaks. “Go on baby, tell her.” He gives Yeosang an encouraging smile.

He fidgets with his rings and looks down. “I wanted to tell you that…I have a crush on you.” He says in the quietest voice. You think you’re dreaming so you have to pinch yourself, and you do. It is indeed real.

Seonghwa addresses Yeosang, prompting him further. “And? What else baby?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Yeosang looks as if he wants the ground to swallow him up.

You’re in shock. You’re not sure what to say. What does someone even say in this situation? What is the right thing?

Yes I will fuck you?

What?

Are you insane?

“I’m sorry, what?” That is the only sensible thing you can get out currently.

“Yeosang wants you to fuck him.” Seonghwa says matter of factly.

You can’t find the words to respond. You instead laugh. You laugh at how absurd this is. Seonghwa quirks an eyebrow while Yeosang shrinks into himself.

“Is something funny?” He asks.

“N-no I just- I was just so surprised. I’m not sure what to say.” You breathe out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Well, the offer is there. It’s up to you to decide. Only if you’re comfortable of course.” Seonghwa is so calm and collected, the complete opposite of you.

You contemplate for a few seconds. What would be the harm? You might as well take the opportunity that is presented to you on a platter.

You take a deep breath and give your answer. “I would like that.” You say in a quiet voice, afraid to cross any boundaries.

At your acceptance, Yeosang lets out a breath he was holding and Seonghwa gives you a bright, genuine smile. “Alright sweetheart, we will first discuss rules and boundaries. Just to make sure everyone is on the same page. Sound good?”

You nod your head yes, so thrilled yet terrified for the events that are to come. Seonghwa leads the two of you to the couch, and you all sit to discuss…sex.

After everyone is caught up on everything, Seonghwa stands up and motions to Yeosang. “Well Sangie, get to work.”

At his words Yeosang turns to you and captures your lips in his. He holds you so gently that it feels like you’re on a cloud. His lips are so plump and soft, you can’t help but sink your teeth into them. He lets out a grunt of approval, encouraging you to go further.

You can’t help but notice how nice he tastes. As you melt into his embrace, Seonghwa interrupts you two so you can go upstairs. As you go up you can barely keep your hands to yourself. It feels as if some kind of barrier has been broken and you feel a new you emerging.

The three of you file into the bedroom and your first task at hand is to strip Yeosang. You rip his shirt off and frantically go for his zipper. He helps you pull them down and you see his bulge poking through. He stands there as if he’s not sure what he should be doing. You take initiative and drop to your knees.

“Let me make you feel good.” You breathe out.

Before he can get a word out your mouth is on him. You swallow him whole, not giving you any room to breathe. Yeosang lets out a choked moan at the sensation of your warm mouth on him. You expertly bob your head with a fast rhythm, not giving him a break.

You hear his breathing get heavier and you look up to see his head thrown back. You keep going despite the ache in your jaw, so desperately needing to make him cum. You go even deeper now. His cock goes to your throat, making you tighten around him. He seemed to like that, letting out a loud groan of appreciation.

“God I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” Yeosang cries out. “Can I cum in your mouth?” Even through his haze he doesn’t forget his manners. You hum around him to give your permission. You go as deep as possible one last time, tears forming in your eyes from the pressure in your throat. Right after he cums with short and breathy gasps.

The warm liquid shoots into your awaiting mouth and trickles down your esophagus, blocking all form of breathing while he’s in there. There’s so much of it some dribbles out the side of your mouth, running down your chin. Yeosang takes a finger and smears it all over, making you look like a cock hungry whore. And you absolutely are.

As he pulls out you gasp for air, coughing a couple times. Your throat feels destroyed but you feel better than ever. Yeosang is about to ask if you’re ok when you jump up to your feet and kiss him once more. He can taste himself in your mouth and lets out a pleased hum. Hearing a throat clear behind you, you pull apart and turn around.

You completely forgot that Seonghwa was even in the room, being so occupied with Yeosang’s delicious cock in your mouth. Seonghwa is sitting there in the loveseat looking like a complete goddess. His see through shirt is halfway unbuttoned and showing off his beautiful chest. You just want to run a hand across his smooth skin, feeling goosebumps rise. He has his pants off just enough to have his leaking member out. He’s stroking himself very slowly, so slowly you would think he wasn’t turned on in the slightest.

Seonghwa, however, has mastered the art of patience. His heart is beating unbelievably fast, but he won’t let himself lose self control. He’s very content watching you and Yeosang.

For now.

“Keep going, don’t worry about me. Y/n you have free rein over what you decide to do with Yeosang.”

You give a nod of affirmation and turn around. You push Yeosang on the bed and straddle him. The look on his face is one you wish you could take a picture of and frame in your room. His eyes are so wide, glimmering at you in submission. You let out a quiet chuckle and give in to your hungry desires.

You lean down to lick a stripe up his neck. He tilts his head to the side, giving you more access. You add in little nibbles, and finally find his sweet spot. As you bite a little harder his hips buck up from pleasure. Displeased at his action, you put a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly.

“Do not move,” you hiss out. He closes his eyes in acceptance.

Continuing your attack on his neck, you leave deep, dark bruises with a desperate need to mark him as yours. You run your hands up and down his chest, seeing how he’s heaving up and down with heavy breaths. He lets out a small unintelligible noise.

“What was that, pretty?”

He opens his teary eyes and pouts at you. “Please, I want to be inside you.”

You grant him his wish, since he’s been such a good boy for you. You line yourself up with him and slowly sink down. His girth stretches you out immensely with a pleasurable pain. He lets out quiet whimpers as you slide down. Once you’re all the way fitted you stay still for a few moments, letting the both of you adjust to the new sensation. When he lets out a long sigh is when you start moving.

You bounce up and down, feeling every vein slide along your walls. His tip bumps against your cervix, shooting a tingle down your spine. The look of utter pleasure on his face makes you so happy, as if everything is right in the world.

Seonghwa, on the other hand, is having a hard time containing himself. He has to keep reminding himself that today is just for you and Yeosang. He’ll have you to himself some other time. He busies himself by watching your ass collide with Yeosang’s skin, making it ripple. He can’t wait to be buried in your warm cunt eventually.

Your thighs are burning from the effort, but you keep pushing through. Yeosang thrusts up weakly, eyes rolling back into his head. He grabs your hips tightly, digging his fingers in. You can tell he’s about to cum with the way he’s clenching his teeth as if he’s in pain.

He finally releases into you, and your climax also hits you hard. You fall forward onto his chest, feeling completely wiped out. You give him soft kisses along his chest, whispering praises to him as he comes down from his high.

Seonghwa gets up then, wiping away any evidence of his pleasure and grabs towels for the two beautiful humans in his bed. He gently cleans you two and climbs into bed. You’re still laid on top of Yeosang, and you stay that way. You don’t even register Seonghwa’s presence. He looks at you two with fondness, realizing that this feels totally right. He lets out a content sigh and lets himself drift off.

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As morning comes around, you wake with a slight ache in your body. Last night’s events catch up to you and you realize you’re still on top of Yeosang. Both him and Seonghwa are still asleep, looking ethereal. Yeosang has an arm draped over you, holding you tight against him. You surprise yourself by feeling so comfortable with Yeosang. Being so in charge helped your connection, and you just want to do it for the rest of your life.

You give him soft kisses along his jaw and he stirs slightly. He lets out a cute grumble and squeezes you so you’re forced to accept your fate and lay limp in his hold. Seonghwa wakes up slowly with a sleepy yawn. His eyes flutter open and he squints at you.

“You can stay here longer, I’m just going to get breakfast started,” He speaks with his raspy morning voice.

You give a hum of acknowledgment and nuzzle into Yeosang’s neck. Minutes later you can smell bacon frying, along with the clanks of the silverware. Yeosang finally wakes up and looks at you with a soft gaze. You let out a giggle and his face lights up.

“Mmmm you’re so soft and warm, I could stay here all day.” He sighs contentedly.

“We do have to go down soon though. Seonghwa is making breakfast, he’s probably almost done.”

After a minute, you both get up slowly. That’s when you remember you’re both still naked. A blush spreads across your face and you speed walk to your room to get your clothes back on.

When you step out Yeosang is there waiting for you. He has put on his clothes and is looking so shy. He reaches for your hand and you stiffen at the action. For some reason, this felt so incredibly intimate even though he was inside you hours prior.

You’re not sure where the boundaries lie. You only discussed the sexual aspect, nothing was said about outside of the bedroom. He notices your discomfort and gives a squeeze.

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” It’s as if he can read your mind. His words calm you and you start walking downstairs where Seonghwa is.

Seonghwa sees you coming down and his eyes glance down to your intertwined hands. His jaw involuntarily clenches with possession. Not for Yeosang though. For you.

After last night he can’t get the image of you on top of Yeosang out of his head. He wanted to snatch you away from him and pound you into the mattress until you can’t breathe.

As soon as everyone’s seated you all start to eat. Seonghwa making the breakfast almost every day is a pleasant and welcomed change. It was a little strange at first, making you feel weird, but now it almost feels like you’re a family. You look up and make eye contact with Seonghwa, not expecting to see his fiery gaze.

His eyes are darkened, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Your heart sinks, thinking he’s angry at you and last night was only a mistake. You look down at your hands timidly, head hanging low. Yeosang notices you slumped down and puts a hand on top of yours.

“Are you ok? Are you feeling sick?” Yeosang sounds like an absolute angel.

You lie and confirm that you are feeling sick. As you excuse yourself from the table, you do your best to avert your gaze from either of their deep stares.

You try to calm your beating heart. What if this was a huge mistake? What if Seonghwa was using this as a test to your loyalty? What if he fires you? So many thoughts are going through your head and you almost run straight into a wall.

You hear the clicking of high heels behind you and whip your head around to meet Seonghwa’s chest head on. He stabilizes you by holding on to your arms. You’re too afraid to speak, so you just gulp nervously. That catches his eye, he looks down at your throat, relishing in the fact that he makes you nervous.

He trails a finger from your jaw to your throat, leaving a faint red mark. Your body feels shaky, like you’re gonna go unconscious. He takes a step closer and now you’re standing chest to chest. “I love seeing you nervous.” He speaks in a quiet mumble.

You feel the arousal pooling in your underwear, and resist from rubbing your thighs together. The fear plus his proximity is driving you insane. You can’t even say anything, having swallowed all your words. You only look up at him with wide eyes. He almost moans at the sight of your doe eyes, eyelashes fluttering urgently.

He runs out of patience and slams his lips against yours. You let out a squeak of surprise. It’s more of teeth clashing rather than lips but it’s welcomed nonetheless. His intensity takes you aback. It feels so urgent, so animalistic. He swipes his tongue across your top lip and leaves a mess of saliva lingering. He leads you towards his room once again, slamming the door behind him.

He attacks your face once again, unbalancing you. You fall back on the bed and he takes his place above you. You raise your hands to pull himself to you but he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them above. You squirm in resistance but he pinches your thigh and you let out a whimper.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” His voice is filled with breathy lust.

“Yes mommy, I’m gonna be your good girl.” You don’t know what takes over you in that moment, but you have to get it out.

His eyes darken significantly and he lets out a noise that sounds like a growl. He drops down and sucks deep bruises into your neck and collarbone. The sensation makes you feel dizzy with pleasure, almost bordering on painful. He takes off your top hastily and doesn’t hesitate to latch his mouth onto your pointed nipple. You let out a soft gasp as he nibbles on one and pinches the other. You can feel his hardness rutting against your thigh and you can’t help a shiver going through your body at the thought of finally having him buried inside you.

He leaves feather light kisses down your tummy and his switch up keeps giving you whiplash. One moment he’s so aggressive and intense and the next he is so soft. He pulls down your pants along with your panties and groans at the sight.

“That’s right, you’re mommy’s good girl right? Now stay still or you’re not getting my cock.”

He slides a finger through your wetness, gathering your slick and smearing it across your thighs. It seems as if his goal is to make you look like a complete slut, which he is succeeding at. He pushes in one finger experimentally, eagerly awaiting for your reaction. You do not disappoint. You let out a broken moan and arch your back, digging his finger deeper into you. He adds a second finger, and starts moving them violently. He immediately hits your sweet spot which makes you sputter out curses.

He watches your face intently, admiring the furrow in your eyebrows, your tightly shut eyes, and your parted lips. You’re trying your hardest to not squirm around but his fingers are so deep in you that nothing even works in your brain. He keeps hitting that spongy spot inside and you feel a tightening sensation in your stomach. Your hips jerk up and completely drench Seonghwa’s hand. He gasps in delight as you let out a strangle cry.

Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what you’ve done. You expect to find disgust in Seonghwa’s eyes, but instead his hunger has only seemed to intensify. He dives into your cunt without a delay, tongue eagerly lapping up everything you’ve got to offer. He finally releases your hands and they fly to his long locks of hair, bringing him as close as humanly possible.

He hums against you, the vibration making you leak even more. Feeling the coil tighten up once more you pull on his hair. “Seonghwa! I-I’m going to-” At your words he removes himself from you completely. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and buck your hips frustratedly.

He holds you down and gives you a stern look. “Baby, mommy is taking care of you, trust me.” You nod your head dejectedly and await his next move. Thinking he’s going to fill you with his cock next, he turns away from you.

“Yeosang you don’t have to keep listening through the door like a creep. Come on in and watch.”

You turn wide eyes to the door as Yeosang enters with his head hanging low. His pants are unbuttoned and his cock is standing tall, flushed red like a dark cherry. Your mouth waters at the sight and you want to have him in your mouth once more. He walks closer and while you’re distracted with the ethereal being that he is, Seonghwa slams his hips against yours.

You jolt up with a sudden shriek. He’s ramming into you with a force that steals all the oxygen in your lungs. The sound of your skin slapping fills the room and only heavy breathing is heard. While your head is thrown back with pleasure, you feel a nudge against your lips. You open your eyes and are met with Yeosang right in front of you.

He’s begging you with his eyes and you cannot refuse him. You open your mouth as wide as it can go and immediately Yeosang fills it up. He doesn’t go as deep as last time, he takes his time. You’re grateful for it because Seonghwa is taking no mercy on you. He’s hitting all the right spots and your vision fills with black spots. He leaves a few smacks on your hips, leaving a delicious sting behind.

With your mouth being occupied, only loud hums can be heard. Yeosang breathes heavily at the feel of your warm mouth around him. He thinks he wants to be in you every single day.

Seonghwa’s hips stutter and you can feel that he’s close. “Come on darling, let’s cum together.” He rumbles out in a raspy voice. To stimulate you further he brings two fingers to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe in both pain and pleasure, feeling your climax approaching. He pinches your clit and that’s the tipping point for you. Your thighs tremble as you cum with Seonghwa. He lets out a beautiful whine as he empties into you. Simultaneously Yeosang cums into your mouth, and you swallow his seed gratefully.

Once Yeosang pulls out of your mouth, your body goes limp. You feel absolutely drained. Seonghwa admires the mess for a few seconds before getting up to grab wet towels just like last night. He cleans you up gently while you let out soft mewls. Once he’s done he crawls up next to you and caresses your face softly. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and gives you a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. You smile lazily and nuzzle into his chest. He invites Yeosang to join you and you all get comfortable.

Being sandwiched between the two beautiful men is a dream come true you realize. In the year that you’ve been working for them, you would have never thought that this would happen. Seonghwa holds you close, tucking you against his chest. You can feel Yeosang behind you, having a loose grip on your waist. He gives your neck a soft kiss and lets out a deep sigh.

“I love you sangie, I love you mommy.” You murmur gently. You can’t wait to tell them that every single day from now on.

#ateez smut #ateez #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #mingtinysworld #kpop smut #seonghwa smut #kang yeosang smut #threes0me #request

[simonrillleyyysss]

hihihi!! i’ve been having a bunch of body dysphoria recently so how would you feel about writing any of the cod men you went (i’m thinking like older bf!simon or sum) x reader with small boobs? like maybe 30A? (that’s me, also that’s american so idk what it is for u if it’s different at all. feel free to ignore this but i just thought it’d be nice to b like comforted by one of the cod men when reader is sad abt their body :3 (maybe big thighs? i’ve got a bit of a triangle body shape, small boobs and hips n thighs for days)

also ty ily and i love your writing!! <3

babe. babe. me too.

he honestly doesn’t care what you look like, he adores your giggly personality and just overall comforting aura!! loves the way you reel under him as he kisses ur forehead n’ scratches your scalp :))

loves ur tits, loves tits. full stop!! doesn’t need you to have big boobs for him to worship them; will still squish them when he’s stressed or pepper kisses along ur chest—so when he finds out you aren’t the most pleased with them?? he’d immediately have you sat on his lap, ur face buried into his warm chest as you sniffled

‘baby, still look stunnin’; i don’t care about those silly things, yeah?’

‘still doesn’t change how they look—‘

‘good. don’t want them to change; you’re hot, big fuckin’ legs that’ll suffocate me someday and pretty tits, always fuckin’ gorgeous.’

would NOT EVER let you shame yourself infront or him—OR in general! slaps ur arse and shushes you if ur complaining about your appearance or anything else, kisses the back of your neck and reassures you of ur worth

loves having you play with his fingers while he squeezes your thighs, kissing your collarbone so gently and tenderly!! so afraid to hurt you, loves ur thighs and would gladly fall asleep between them after a particularly stressful mission

love u for u.

#ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #dilf ghost #ghost is babygirl #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x oc #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost headcanons #domestic ghost

[kestisvrse]

proximity, part 7

luke castellan x apollo!fem!reader smau & irl!

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a/n: i think this plot point is really weird i’m sorry, not proofread

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“everyone is looking for you, y’know?” a husky voice spoke from behind you, causing you to whirl around in fear, but it was only luke.

“oh.” you say, trying to cover up the fear that ran through you at the random voice interrupting your silence from behind you, “i didn’t mean to be gone for so long, my bad.”

his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth as he approaches you, sitting next to you on the hidden dock far away from camp, “s’okay, i told everyone i found you.” he said, handing you his phone to show silena and clarisse’s panicked tweets.

“thank you.” you sighed, handing his phone back to him as he frowned.

“so what’s wrong?”

“i barely know you.” you state, trying to ignore his requests for you to open up

“so?” you give him a look he can’t quite read, somewhere between a ‘are you serious?’ and ‘fuck off.’

“why do you care exactly?” you snapped a bit more aggressively than intended, causing his frown to grow more exaggerated.

“because i want to get to know you.”

“to get in my pants?”

“no! jesus!” he exclaims, causing you to burst into a fit of laughter as he gives you a bewildered look.

“sorry.” you attempt to get out, catching your breath from laughing, “i’m fine, just hiding away from embarrassment.”

“embarrassment from what?”

“you’re joking right?”

he suddenly makes an o shape with his mouth, “oh, oh.” he looks out into the water, a sudden blush dusting his cheeks, “right… i forgot about that tweet.”

“yeah…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut, “sorry about that, i- i was really drunk.”

“don’t apologize, it boosted my ego.” he shrugs jokingly, giving you a smirk

“wow really not helping your case are you?” you scoffed.

he laughs in response but it quickly falls silent between you two, for awhile it seems awkward until he clears his throat, a much more serious tone than before, “listen… this might sound insane, because i barely know you but, i really think i might be…” he trails off as he stares at the water, your expression softens as you wait for him to finish, “i think i like you, which is weird to me. i’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but i would like to get to know you.” he finally admits, sighing with relief

you stare at your crisscrossed legs, contemplating his confession, “i can’t say i completely feel the same.” you confess, his brows flinch into a wince almost expression, “but i can tell you aren’t as bad as i thought you were, and i would like to try and get to know you too.” you respond quietly, trying to avoid his gaze, but his eyes are easy to get lost in, making it impossible to not look at him.

“really?”

“yeah.” you breathe, like weight had been lifted off your shoulders, “could we maybe, keep it to ourselves?” you suggest

“oh sure.” he responds plainly.

“i’m not ashamed.” you ramble out quickly, “it’s just, i don’t want clarisse, chris or silena getting… inbetween us about this.”

his whole expression lights up as his posture straightens, “okay. i can do that.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“i’m resisting the urge to say okay again.” you laughed, causing him to mirror your smile.

“okay.”

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[icarustypicalfall]

Exciting don't you think?

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Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

summary he is too oblivious to notice, bless his foolish heart and pretty eyes.

warnings re2 leon Kennedy, sorta open ending? fluff, mentions of murder and serial killing, short drabble :3

note my hyper fixation is alive y'all, i am not over the infinite darkness leon, but re2 leon is so sweet. sorry if it's inaccurate this is one of the rare times where i post something other than the cod fics. enjoy and ily

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“[he] is only slain by stab after stab, and loves on till the last drop of life blood drips away”

Raccoon City, what a magnificent place to be! The soft notes of jazz filled the air, permeating your car as you gracefully cruised through the night. Darkness reigned, with a sprinkling of stars and a glowing moon casting its ethereal light upon the road. It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young.

Ah, speaking of youth, you spotted a youthful-looking police officer on the side of the road, gesturing for you to pull over.

Darn it.

Trouble was certainly brewing. You were well aware that the curfew had already passed, a precautionary measure implemented by the government to safeguard citizens from a recent spate of serial killings. They were secretive about the details, as always.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced in the rearview mirror. Thoughts raced through your mind as you turned off the engine, coming to a halt just as the officer approached your vehicle.

Taking a moment to double-check the weapon holstered at his side, the officer—Leon, made his way towards you. A gentle cough escaped his lips before he rested his forearm on the window, knocking lightly to signal for you to lower it.

As you complied, a sweet smile adorned your face, emitting an aura of innocence. The cold breeze crept under Leon's skin, causing him to shiver. He couldn't help but be captivated by your alluring smile and daring attire, a testament to your mischievous nature. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, his heartbeat quickened as he mustered the courage to speak, attempting to avoid any stammering. "Your registration and identity papers, miss.."

You obliged, handing him the requested documents and, for a fleeting moment, your fingers brushed against each other. Your mischievous self reveled in his bashfulness, as his cheeks flushed, and he retreated to his patrol car to inspect your records. Meanwhile, you remained still, leaning against the window with an impish grin.

Leon returned, his voice barely above a whisper as he returned your papers. "It is past curfew, miss. May I know why you are out?"

Your smile grew wider as you locked eyes with him, finding him rather intriguing. His baby blues avoided your gaze as he fidgeted with the door. With a grin, you replied, "I was with a friend, officer. I assure you, I am a good girl."

Leon gulped, nervously rubbing his neck as the blush continued to stain his cheeks. These formalities were unfamiliar territory for him, making him all the more flustered. Softly, he whispered, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he leaned closer to the window. "Alright, miss... I mean, call me Leon."

You asked, finding the play rather too attempting not to."Tell me Leon, do you always work alone so late?"

He shook his head, feeling his insides flatter with warmth, none had really shown interst in his job before. He replied in a hushed tone still smiling.

"No, I usually don't work alone at such late hours. This is my first time."

Ah, still so young, you thought to yourself.

No, not him.

You nodded, sealing his cheek with a tender kiss. Leon blushed once again, pulling away and watching in awe as you started the car. "Take care miss!"

He called out, and you laughed, "I do enjoy a little danger, Leon."

He observed as you drove off, his heart fluttering with an unfamiliar sensation. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to the crimson stain on your shirt or the axe resting in the back seat.

The following morning, Leon couldn't believe his eyes when he saw your picture in the newspaper. The headline screamed of the capture of the notorious serial killer who had slain a cop while being stopped during the curfew.

You did that in order to silence the persistent officer who had stopped you right after Leon. Caught red-handed, the only thing on your mind was those mesmerizing baby blues... too precious, too angelic. You contented yourself with leaving a mark on his cheek and etching a core memory in his heart.

#𓆩♡𓆪 faith writes #resident evil 2 #resident evil #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 6 #reaident evil #resident evil fanfiction #re fanfic #re2 leon #re leon #leon kennedy vendetta #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil biohazard #biohazard #re biohazard #re remake #re infinite darkness

[cocteaucherry]

𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 pt. 2

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮- 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩

〘 tw- 18+ ,arranged marriages, geto being a dick, fem reader, naked geto, controlling geto, forced marriage, angst

𝙖𝙣- 〘I wrote this in a few hours but tyty for the love and support ily <33

taglist - @chigiii @certainduckanchor

you didn’t eat much that night.

The comfortable kimono you wore turned into your worst nightmare, you now found it itchy and suffocating. The purple and orange hues from the setting sun cascaded through the window painting the room in the slew of colors, you were really at your wits end.

You sat in your room for the past hour debating what you could do, you could run but they’d find and probably kill you.

You couldn’t fight him, he was strong and he didn't even use his technique. What really killed you was that you still found him attractive, aggh.. this fucking sucks.

You began to hastily pull apart the kimono, feeling the layers fall from you your skin felt like heaven but before you could fully relax you remembered. You have to tend to that fucking asshole for the rest of the night. You let out a guttural groan searching for comfortable clothes in the many drawers, you decided on shorts and a black tshirt.

A knock came to your door and just like clockwork you never get time to answer, the same woman who you learned was Manami held the same unimpressed look when looking at you. “Geto’s final meeting is almost done, he’s expecting you in his room.” She said plainly.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Your smile was so sweet it made her sick, “Yeah, yeah come on.” She ushered you out the room into the large hallway, the walk there was relatively silent until the barrier was broken. “I rarely speak to people of your status.” Yup, great way to start off. “But I am curious what’s so different about you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand?” You raised an eyebrow questioning her, different? What did she mean different? “I’ll know soon enough” she stated stopping in front of another large door, “Go ahead. She pointed towards the door and you nodded, clicking the door open. You stepped in softly pulling the door shut behind you, unsurprisingly his room was neat. The fabrics of his room were black or dark blue, you stared in awe rubbing your hands on the silky sheets, these were expensive for sure.

The dark wooden bedside cabinet caught your attention, you surveyed the area quickly before gently pulling the drawer open. Nothing caught your eye just books and notepads, you were about to close it before seeing the slight glimmer of a laminated photo peek from between one of the notepads. You pulled the piece from between the pages to reveal the photo.

It was a photo of three young highschool students. A beautiful girl with a short brunette bob, a cigarette perched between her lips, a bright white haired donned in sunglasses boy grinning gleefully at the camera and finally- wait, is that? The same amber eyes, the raven hair albeit longer now but more severe dark circles hanged under his eyes. When was this photo taken? And who were those people? You slid the photo back between the pages closing the drawer before the large oak door slowly opened.

Geto stepped through his face blank with emotion until he made eye contact with you, “Enjoying the space?” He asked, closing the door, the suffocating aura in the room only intensified as he stepped closer to you. “I want you to run my bath, you will be cleaning me after all.” He smirked beginning to slide his gojogesa off his abdomen, you felt your face heat up as you stepped around him making your way to the conjoining bathroom. You had to bathe him? How sick and twisted is he?!

“Vanilla scents!” He yelled from the bedroom, maybe you could drown him. You rolled your eyes walking towards the large tub, you bent your body turning the knobs watching the water gush down. Peering at the side of the tub you found the vanilla bath scent, huh bubble bath you wouldn’t have guessed. You poured the soap mixture in, placing the bottle back on the side of the tub.

You stood up turning your head to immediately be hit with the sight of your naked husband holding a large sponge in his hand, “Close your mouth you’re catching flies.” He simply retorted as he walked towards you handing the large sponge to you. You tried to control yourself, having to force your eyes to look anywhere, his body was scarily toned, he was hiding all of that under his clothes? His chest littered with small healed over scars but towards the center of his chest rested a large scar on the shape of an X, pretty specific scar.

“I’ll give you a question, I’ll answer.” Geto sighed, stepping beside you to swing himself into the large tub, the bubbles cascaded around him as he turned the faucet off. “Why do you hate non- sorcerers so much? The answer flew right out. He leaned forward wrapping his hair into a messy bun, “I find you to be useless, you stay on this earth to do nothing but grovel and produce problems.. sorcerers protect and all you do to repay them is create more mess.”

“But, that’s not fair.”

….

“Excuse me?”

You gripped the sponge in your hand as you felt a warm tear cascade down your cheek, “my whole life I’ve heard nothing but the same demeaning shit, how about you have some fucking empathy instead of shitting on me any chance you get.” A solemn silence followed after your words being broken up with your sniffles.

“I admire you.” huh?

You glanced over to his face, a sick smirk plastered on his face as he gleaned at you, “no one, not even my family speak to me like that.” He tilted his head as you sat at the edge of the tub, “I’d love to hear you talk some more.”

You sat and listened to Geto talk, you scrubbed gently at his back, your fingers would occasionally slip and touch his skin and goosebumps would appear accompanied by a small grunt. After the bath was done he wrapped himself in a robe walking back towards his room, he sat on the edge of his bed releasing his hair from the bun watching as his long raven hair fell around his body. “I think I owe you an apology..”

“Really?” You questioned raising an eyebrow walking towards his dresser, “not an apology.. maybe just I don’t know. This whole situation you’ve been put in, how are you not terrified?” He questioned pointing towards a drawer where you can find his sleep clothes, you opened it pulling out a pair of boxers and an oversized shirt. “I am fucking terrified, but I have nowhere to go.. I can't go “home” and if I leave here my clan will kill me. I’d rather take the insults than die.” You handed him his clothes, “Here you are sir.”

“Call me Suguru.” He took his clothes untying his robe, “O-okay..” you didn’t mean to stutter but for this asshole to actually be respectful was insane. “Don’t say it like that.” He murmured, sliding his sleep clothes on. He slid further down onto his bed letting out a sigh, “You’re done for the night you may leave.” You nodded reluctantly walking towards the door, as you began to open it a voice broke through. “Goodnight.” Suguru said.

“Goodnight.”

(Extras)

Suguru didn’t want to admit it, he wanted to love you, hold you and care for you. He couldn’t shouldn’t/strike have these emotions.

When your fingers touched his skin he felt like he was going insane, he was going insane when he told you to leave, he wanted you to stay he wanted to wrap his arms around you, smell your sweet scent and love and worship hou, he couldn't he shouldn't he can’t love someone like you.

𝙖𝙣- (I’m acc enjoying writing this I might make like 2 more parts to this <33 what do y’all think? <33

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu x reader #x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #geto x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen angst #geto angst #getou suguru x reader #geto x y/n #jjk suguru #suguru geto #geto x female reader

[pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land]

your works are jaw dropping broOOO. gorgeous. a work of art. you SLAY at writing hcs i love it so much i really hope you can write more <33

demon slayer povs: the hashiras tending to your wounds

this comment really motivated me to write more of this TYSM ANON ily

wc: 1.1k>

Giyu

he’d probably complete the whole procedure silently, as he’s scared you’d waste your energy talking to him

you saw him carefully unwrapping the bandages and painstakingly wrapping it around your arm as you slightly winced at the pain

‘oh-, y/n, you okay? sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,”

you reassured him with a small nod as he gently continued to wrap the bandage, placing a kiss on it once he was done

“thanks hun,” you smiled weakly at him

“get well soon, darling,” he said before he got up to fetch some water

Iguro

just like giyu, he’d do it with silent treatment though you’d hear kaburamaru’s quiet hisses along the way

throughout the bandaging, he momentarily stopped as it reminded himself of the time where he had to bandage his own mouth to hide his traumatic scars

“darling, you okay?” you asked, worried at the sudden slight widening of his eyes

“oh, its nothing,” he shrugged it off, but you sensed that it had something to do with the bandage on his mouth

while he was calmly wrapping the wound on your leg, you leaned down and placed a heartfelt kiss on his forehead

“you're beautiful just the way you are,” you said as he glanced up at you

his eyes crinkled slightly; you knew that put a smile on his face

Mitsuri

she’d probably tend to your wounds the loudest way possible, constantly asking if you were okay

“oh dear, y/n, this looks terrible,” a pouty frown emerged on her face as she cleansed your wounds with cotton pads. “you okay??”

“im fine, honey, don’t worry too much,” you replied with a smile as you admiringly watched her bandage up the injuries on your knee

“alrighty! i hope this makes you feel better, darling. i put some ointment that kocho offered,” she smiled cheerfully, as she gave you a gentle headpat

“thanks ‘suri, youre the best,” you returned her smile with an even happier one from you

Muichiro

would be quiet too but would occasionally check up on you

he’d go like “oh, does this hurt?” or “you feeling okay?”

you were technically the only person he could express his true behavior to

he’d be experienced in this kind of stuff since he had to take care of his mom when she was sick

the thought of his sick mom made him want to protect you even more. he’d already lost his family, he couldn’t afford to lose you too

he’d treat the wound as meticulously as possible to prevent it from worsening

“thank you, mui. you don't know how much i treasure you,” you warmly smiled at him

though he didn’t say anything back, you knew his smile was all you needed to see.

Kyojuro

tbh i feel like he’ll just treat you like how he treated tanjiro when he got stabbed during the mugen train arc

“kyo, it huuurts,” you whined, hoping that he’ll do something instead of keep asking you to control your breathing

“okay okay, i’ll go fetch the med kit. make sure to control your breathing to stop the blood from coming out!” he darted to the other end of the house to get the necessities, his voice still loud as ever

when he got back, he tended to your lacerations as gently as possible, doing all of it with a proud smile on his face

“why the long face, y/n?” he noticed that your usual happy aura had dissipated all of a sudden

“i- i just hate being weak. i hate that you have to get distracted by your missions just to tend to my injuries,” you pouted, biting your lip

“my love, its part & parcel of your journey to make mistakes. as you continue on, you’ll find that these obstacles are nothing compared to what you’re actually facing. so, heads up, and look brightly into your future, okay?” he cheered you on while giving you a soft pat on the shoulder

“thank you, kyo.” you gratefully smiled as you dozed the rest of the evening off

Sanemi

he definitely wasn’t the best at playing it gentle

“ouuuch, nemi, be gentler please,” you winced as he placed a bandaid on your collarbone

“bold of you to say, y/n. somehow you don’t act like this when we’re making out,” he sneered, as he discarded the cotton wools in the trash

you were left speechless as an obvious blush sprawled across your face. only your boyfriend could make you like that, and you loved him for it

“yeah that’s right hun. now be a good toy and rest till i come back,” he taunted, though you swore you heard him mutter “get well soon darling” before he uttered those words

Tengen

he most likely cleans injuries with flamboyance no matter how bad it was

definitely has custom bandages embroidered with random stuff just for you

you saw him putting on gloves and stuff although your wound was really mild

“tengen- babe, there’s no need for all this,” you sighed in embarrassment; your boyfriend would go out of his ways just to treat a mild scratch

“nuh uh, i aint letting you pass with this wound. it could be infected, who knows?” he cocked his eyebrow as he placed a not-so-modest looking bandage on your wound

“aight, i really hope that helps, darling! want me to bring you some munchies?” he chuckled as he packed back up the amenities

“there’s really no need for that, babe. you’ve done more than enough,” you smiled, softly caressing his cheek

obviously he couldn’t care less about your response as he brought you snacks and then cuddled the night away

Shinobu

DEFINITELY would come up with an antidote just to cure your injury

“darling, we need you back on the ground as soon as possible. all your mentees are worried for you, and i can't bear seeing you in a state like this, okay?”

in this case, your injuries were quite bad and she had to put you on an iv drip

after she was done tending to your wounds, she placed a soft kiss on your cheek

“get well soon, honey,” she smiled as she rubbed her thumb on your fingers

“thank you, love. i’ll definitely recover fast thanks to you,” you chuckled weakly, squeezing her hand and never letting go

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[cookierunauprompts]

Requested by @deirdredeity (I accidentally deleted the og ask because tumblr was being fussy) :

OMG?? 🤯🤯 whattttt omgggg fuck being an anon I’m the one who requested the flustered reader shi (mmm was an anon bcz I didn’t wanna embarrass myself but whatever) omg dayumm you went crazy with it and I’m more than satisfied 😍 you always EAT (get it? haha.. eat.. and shadow milk.. haha) I love it tysm ❤️❤️ glad that I didn’t accidentally break a rule hehe.. we love girlboss girlfailures in here 😘 didn’t expect it to be that spicy but nevertheless I am GLAD ty for this juicy piece also you said currently he’s sealed so continuation where bro is UNsealed? 🤯🫣 (jk don’t take me too seriously I have a mental age of 5 jokes aside thank you i really appreciate it, it turned out super well way beyond expectations I was expecting like a few pickup lines or smooches but definitely not this it blew me out of the water hard tytytyty ily❤️)

Alright bet I get to go crazy again

Requested Prompts #43 - 💓

There's a ringing in your ears, what the hell happened? You just wanted to take a nap... yet it feels like you were in a dome of glass that just shattered. You can feel a poking against your cheek, it's something large, metalic and- wait. You crack open your eyes, just enough to see the intimidating form of Silent Salt staring you down. You're lucky that the beasts consider you... actually, you don't know what they really think of you. Do they think you're their pet? Their friend? a Frenemy? Well, either way you were their warden. " Silent Salt...?" You groan, pushing yourself up from the ground. Silent Salt says nothing, merely just pointing a ways in front of you to- ... hold on, WHAT THE FUCK??? " THE SEAL???" You exclaim, looking at the humongous crack in the realm of the seal. It pulsed with a blue, shadowy energy, which could only mean that Shadow Milk had escaped. And that was bad, very bad, because it meant that you were failing at your job. And... with how big that crack was you doubted that Elder Faerie was on the outside trying to wrangle Shadow Milk back into the seal... Meaning that you had to go outside to get him back in, but doing so would leave the other beasts unattended. Either way, you're failing at your job. So what choice do you really have? You look back at Silent Salt. " Uh... thanks for letting me know?" You said to him, to which earned you a thumbs up in response. You quickly pondered on your choice before looking back to Silent Salt. " Try not to escape while I'm gone, I don't want to double fail at my job." You tell him before running off towards the crack in the seal.

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As you expected, everything was chaos. Possessed faerie cookies lingered, danced, and fooled around all around you. There were quite a few things that were on fire and the echoes of twisted laughter almost mocked you as you steeled yourself. None of them were who you were looking for despite the resemblance he'd dressed them up in. " Dammit... where would he go if he got out on his own?" You muttered to yourself as you looked around. Fortunately, you could narrow it down to a few places, unfortunately you realized that you are but one cookie. You cannot traverse the entirety of Beast Yeast in just a few minutes or so, it'd take you a few days realistically and by then all the other beasts would have likely gotten out! Were you really fucked no matter what? Probably. You took a deep breath, if anything he'd probably be in some kind of gigantic theater- Well wouldn't you know, there's a gigantic theater right over there that's just oozing with Shadow Milk's aura. There was no way he wouldn't be there, and so that's where you'd go. Hopefully you'd be able to drag him back to the seal.

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Shadow Milk watched as those pesky little heroes ran about, celebrating as if they'd truly won. Those poor, ignorant fools! They really thought that they'd actually sealed him away in the tree again? They'd been running around in his silly little maze ever since he'd taken hold of the new half-a-cookie guardian's little friends! It was honestly quite pathetic how they hadn't realized they'd been tricked into a false sense of security, he was literally the beast of deceit! Everyone's most beloved Trickster! Tricking them into this just felt too... easy, too boring. He could try his hand at getting Silly-Vanilly to chop down the tree, all he has to do is show him the truth! And why wouldn't he want to know the truth if he embodied it? Unless he was willing to live in a lie... then he was much farther from the Truth than Shadow Milk thought- His train of thought was interrupted when the doors of his theater of lies swung open. " Hm?" That was... odd. Elder Faerie certainly shouldn't be alive, White Lily and co are stuck in his maze of deceit, so then who...? There you stood, looking quite peeved off if he had to say so himself. " Oh! Little Warden, how thrilling that you've come to make an appearance!" He chirped, casting his view of the maze to the side. The maze could wait, his little warden was here! " Shadow Milk Cookie!" You called out, pointing at him accusingly. " You will return to the great seal immediately! And that is an order from the Warden of the Seal!" You commanded him, don't mind the quick pov switch but it was frustrating enough that Shadow Milk escaped in the first place, and now he had the audacity to give you such a smug grin in reply? " Oh Little Warden..." Shadow Milk began, laying on his stomach as he rested his chin on the back of his hand. " It's so so so cute that you think that you can order me around like that~! I'm a free cookie now, and that means that I can do whatever I want again~!" He chirped with a flourish of his free hand, you could see the excited mania dancing in his eyes, you couldn't allow this to stand. " Okay, but you haven't actually earned your freedom at all. You just waited until the seal was weak enough so you could break out!" You retorted, which may have been the wrong thing to say judging by the way his grin dropped for a moment. He soon broke out into a maniacal cackle, seeming to have found your words hilarious. " Ehe he he ha ha hah! Sure, I may have done that, but does it really matter?" He teased, reaching out a clawed hand and picking you up by the edge of your cloak. You shrieked as you were hoisted into the air, you didn't have the protection of the seal that kept you from crumbling while in the real world, so your life was in a lot more danger here. " Ack- Put me down! Or at the very least hold me properly!" You protest as you squirm in place, you feel a shudder run through your dough as the beast before you lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.

" And why should I? You adorable little morsel~" He purrs, flipping you around in his hand so that you were laying on your back on his palm instead of dangling in the air. God fucking dammit, he was doing this again. He knows every, single, god damn weak spot of yours and by god does he abuse them frequently, mainly because they mostly relate to him. " You-!!" You protest, quickly shutting up when you feel his breath wash over you like a wave of hot air. And the way he's looking at you is already making you weak- No, you have to stay strong. " You know..." You hear him begin and fuck when did he get so close? There's a certain glint in his eyes, one that both intrigues you and makes you fear for your life. " I never really got a taste of you like I wanted to... Care to let me just have one little bite? Or maybe just a taste... either would be fine~" He teased with the low, stupidly sexy voice of his. You could already feel his lips at the tips of your little cookie feet, ready to open and swallow them whole if you let him. You could already feel your face turning cherry red, and you knew that he could see it judging by the slight excitement that made itself known in his eyes. You felt tempted to indulge him, but you also didn't want to lose your feet... But maybe he'd go back to the seal? No, he wouldn't... Would he? Or maybe he won't just go for your feet, he's teased you multiple times about gobbling you up in one bite. So if you give him this will he just... eat you? Apparently, you took too long to decide. You felt something moist and blue against your arm, a semi-satisfied hum creeping out of the beast holding you captive. " Mmn... I was right, you really are a sweet little treat. One that I can have all to myself~" Shadow Milk purred, his face looming over you as he left you to process what he'd done. You were in for a long ride, weren't you?

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AUGHIJBSGHGKSHG I CAN'T, I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE/lh Shadow milk... you bastard why must you make me FEEL THINGS????

but, uh, i hope you enjoyed and if anyone wants to continue this then PLEASE.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #warden!reader prompts

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 ★ || kim s.o

★ summary: sunoo is the 3rd youngest of the enhypen kingdom's royal family. his oldest brother is in the process of becoming king, and sunoo notices how stressed out poor heeseung is. the young boy goes out to the town's market where he meets [name], a local farmer. for sunoo, it's love at first sight.

★ pairing: farmer!reader x prince!sunoo

★ warnings and rating(16+): semi-modern royal au, sunoo is the prettiest prince (i'm sorry jake, ily bae), some language, reader is taller than heeseung, and is described to have a muscular build

★ word count:

★ binnie's thoughts: sunoo?? he's not my bias, but hes a cutie. enjoy this sweet royalty au, i am so dedicating this fic to my soulmate @inniesyrup

★ requested?: yes, by @onementally-unstabel-kid

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO WAY represents sunoo or the rest of the enhypen members as people. this fic is simply for entertainment purposes. enjoy!

© triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.

Being one of the seven princes of the Enhypen Kingdom was tiring, according to Sunoo.

From constantly having to wear clothes that restrict his breathing, to wearing heavy jewelry that hangs on his small frame. It often gets to be too much for him, so he sneaks out at night to visit the town's market to get a feel for what life is like for a commoner.

With his hood draped over his mop of soft, chestnut-colored hair, Sunoo stalks through the crowds of people roaming the town's market.

Sunoo enjoys places like these. Places where everyone knows everyone, places where it feels like a tight-knit family. Now, Sunoo loves his brothers to death, but they also feel like strangers to him. He wishes he could go back to the days when he and his brothers would run through the maze gardens together, giggling as the hot sun warmed their chubby, youthful cheeks.

Now that his two oldest brothers, Heeseung and Jay are in training to take over the throne, things haven't been the same between the seven of them. His brothers are too busy to hang out with him, even if it was only for half an hour. This makes Sunoo feel lonely, the young prince often spends his time alone in the castle's many gardens.

Sunoo is pulled out of his trance when a strong arm pulls him to the side and away from the swarm of people coming toward him. Sunoo panics at first, thinking one of the guards caught him sneaking out of his room. His heartbeat picks up, his breathing coming out in short, sharp huffs.

"Woah there, darlin'! I'm not gonna hurt you!" A warm voice causes Sunoo to stop breathing altogether. The person's voice is gentle, sultry and hearty. Sunoo has never heard such a relaxing sound, he doesn't know how to respond.

"You might wanna close your mouth, you'll start catchin' flies!" The person laughs and Sunoo feels his entire body warm up. The person's voice doesn't sound like the ones he's used to, it sounds more…country.

Sunoo finally looks at the man, his eyes falling on a solid chest. The man is tall. Well, taller than Sunoo. He might even be taller than Heeseung.

Sunoo's eyes travel up, his breath catching in his throat as he observes the man in front of him. The man has a warm aura about him, he reminds Sunoo of the warm September sun before the season turns cold. The man feels cozy, his eyes searching Sunoo's face. Sunoo hopes the young man doesn't recognize him and turns him into the guards that patrol the market.

"Are you lost, darling? I haven't seen a pretty face like yours around here," the man says, the warmth on Sunoo's arm leaving as soon as he could even register it.

"No, I'm not lost," Sunoo says, his voice trailing off as he fails to take his eyes off the handsome stranger in front of him. Sunoo usually has no problems talking to new people, but this young man is different, he can tell. "I'm from… the next town over."

As Sunoo stares at the man, it begins to click in his brain. This is the same man who delivers fresh produce to the castle for him and his family to enjoy. Sunoo can't recall if he has ever had a conversation with the man, and his stomach drops at the thought of the man knowing who he really is.

Sunoo is surprised that he was able to lie so fast, but he's even more surprised that the male doesn't recognize him.

"Oh! Let me be the first to welcome you to the small town of Dark Blood!" the young man beams, his pearly teeth on display for Sunoo, "my name is [Name] and I run that produce stand just over there." [Name] points to a stand with various types of fruits and vegetables.

Sunoo is aware of that. He's very aware that [Name]'s family owns a large farm just a few blocks from the castle. Sunoo flashes [Name] a shy smile and allows the taller man to drag him around the market he's been to a million times now.

Sunoo finds himself sitting on a haybed at the Jung Family Farm. As he takes in his surroundings, he begins to realize that this might be his favorite place outside of the castle.

The moon had begun to set long ago, the sun's bright rays peeking up over the large hills of various fruit trees.

[Name] approaches Sunoo with a drink in each hand. He hands one to Sunoo who takes it with a soft "thank you."

"You know, I know who you are," [Name] says as he plops down beside Sunoo on the haybed. Sunoo chokes on the drink, entirely taken by surprise at [Name]'s sudden confession.

"You do?" Sunoo questions once he regains his breath. Why is he surprised? [Name] has been delivering to the castle since he and Sunoo were both very young.

"Yeah, I didn't say anything because there had to be a reason why you would come all the way to the market by yourself." [Name] explains, and Sunoo pouts, cursing himself for not coming up with a disguise.

"Are you going to tell the guards about this?" Sunoo asks, looking up at the taller male who sports a smirk, the left corner of his full lips twitching upward. Sunoo can't help but think that [Name] is more handsome than he remembers.

"No, why would I? Besides, if I did," [Name] pauses as he takes a sip of his drink, "I doubt they would believe a simple farmer boy such as myself."

Sunoo hums, taking in [Name]'s words. He realizes that [Name] does have a point. "Well, I appreciate you not snitching."

[Name] chuckles, turning his head to look at Sunoo under the early morning rays of the sun. "Well, it did give me a chance to hang out with the prettiest prince I ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on."

Sunoo's dark-colored eyes go wide, his neck and ears turning a light shade of reddish pink. Did [Name] really just say that so casually with the most confident smile on his handsome face?

"You think I'm pretty?" Sunoo questions, a shy smile creeping onto his face.

"'Course I do. I've always thought you were the prettiest." [Name] lightly nudges Sunoo with his muscular shoulder.

Sunoo's body and brain are buzzing, swirling with emotions he's not too familiar with. His heart beats heavily against his rib cage, and the pesky butterflies in his stomach refuse to calm.

"Look at you. You're all flustered and blushy." [Name] chuckles again as he wraps his arm around Sunoo's more petite frame.

"Stop teasing me! I can't help how I look when someone like you compliments me!" Sunoo protests, his elbow nudging [Name]'s side.

"Someone like me? What does that mean?" [Name] barks out another laugh as he falls back onto the hay bed.

Sunoo huffs and finds himself laying back as well. He turns his head, only to see a soft pair of [EC] staring at his face. He gives the male a puzzled look. "Do I have anything on my face?"

"Yeah, it's all over." [Name] brings his hand up, the knuckle of his index finger lightly grazing against Sunoo's soft cheek.

"Are you going to make a joke and say that I have beauty all over my face?" Sunoo asks, his eyebrow cocked up as he purses his lips a little.

[Name] snickers, knowing he's become too predictable. "No, what makes you think that?"

Sunoo rolls his eyes, allowing a smile to make its way onto his face. "Because it sounds like something you would do."

"You are right about that. And I will have you know that you were right. That was exactly what I was going to say."

"You're predictable and cheesy," Sunoo says, turning his body to lie on his side. His nose brushes against [Name]'s, causing the two of them to freeze for a second.

"Sunoo, can I do something bold while I still have the confidence?" [Name] asks, his eyes flickering back and forth from Sunoo's eyes to his lips.

Sunoo knows where this is going to go, and he doesn't plan on stopping it, so he just nods at [Name].

[Name] cups Sunoo's cheek, leaning in close to the male as his eyes close. Sunoo allows his eyes to close as he feels a pair of soft lips press against his own. It's feather-light and Sunoo barely feels it at first, but he leans his head forward to press into the kiss.

The two of them kiss for a bit as the sun rises in front of them. Sunoo's parents are not going to be happy about this, but like most things he does, Sunoo will keep [Name] as his little forbidden secret.

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