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lxstfathier · 9 months

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Hi could you please do sex pollen with bass or Alejandro Vargas or both with an inexperienced female reader please

Anon? anon who is bass?? i couldn’t figure out who you meant so, here it is, i did it with ale ;)

Flowers

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, sex pollen, squirting, age-gap, another fic of Ale taking our virginity cuz we love that shit!

A/N: i actually loved writing this lol, it was fun. you know english is not my first language, so there might be some errors, but i hope y’all like it 💗

You don’t remember exactly what happened. The mission went wrong, and you followed colonel Vargas into the woods, trying to scape from enemy fire, accidentally running into some bushes full of strange colorful flowers that you had never seen before. Then it all went blurry.

Now, two hours later, you’re on base again, feeling really weird. Your whole body is sensitive, as if it has been set on fire, heavy breaths escape your lips and a thin layer of sweat starts to appear on your skin. How are you supposed to deal with it? you don’t even know what is going on, but you try your best to stay quiet while a nurse examines all your vital signs.

“You’re fine” she says after making sure that you don’t have anything that could possibly affect your health. “But it seems that you’re under the influence of some… natural aphrodisiac. So i’d suggest you to, y’know, relieve all that sexual energy, it will make you feel way better.”

Natural aphrodisiac? oh, so now you finally understand why your poor pussy is so wet, clenching around nothing and practically begging to be fucked. It makes sense. However, you don’t have a problem with masturbating a few times until the effects wear off. So you thank her, and then make your way out of the medical bay, walking straight to your own room.

But you didn’t expected to run into you colonel again. Those flowers should have affected him the same way as you, that’s for sure, what is he doing in the hallway? he should be inside his room, doing god knows what to help himself with that issue.

“Sargento” Alejandro calls you, forcing you to stop dead on your tracks, even though both of you are not in the mood for talking. “What did the nurse told you?”

“She said i’m fine. It’s just the effects of a natural aphrodisiac what’s making me feel so weird.” you answer, smiling at him, trying to play it cool. “Why? do you have the same?.”

“Si” he nods, but you don’t hear the rest, all of your concentration is now looking at his pretty brown eyes, his lips, his stubbly jaw, his broad shoulders, his strong arms in that tight shirt, and that obvious bulge inside his cargo pants.

He’s always been a good looking man, you won’t deny it, but right now? he’s fucking sexy, radiating a strong masculine essence that makes your knees go weak and the heat in your belly grow more intense. Almost as if you were a bitch in heat.

All of your shyness is gone, and before you know it, you’re grabbing his hand to guide him into your room, not even caring that he’s way older than you, a colonel who is supposed to be your superior. The arousal clouds your mind, not being able to think about anything else than getting pounded by him all night until you can’t remember your own name.

And Alejandro knows he shouldn’t be so eager to fuck his sergeant, but how can he tell you no when you look so pretty and so damn needy?

Once you’re both inside, with the door locked and the lights on, he pins you to the wall, kissing you passionately as his big hands roam your clothed body. Something new to you, considering the fact that you had never been touched by a man before this.

Should you tell him that he’s about to be the your first sexual experience? maybe, but you don’t wanna ruin the mood, so you just let go, feeling your tongues dancing with each other, running your hands over his strong chest.

But, as much as you’d love to keep kissing, the heat caused by the aphrodisiac is now unbearable, forcing both of you to pull apart and take your clothes off. And it could be part of the effect of those annoying flowers, but when you finally see his muscles, his tan skin covered in sweat, and that big veiny cock springing free, your mouth waters and your pussy throbs, clearly enjoying the view.

“Like what you see, mi amor?” he asks teasingly, and you just nod. “Cause i really do, who would have known my sergeant had such a pretty body? huh?”.

Now that Alejandro sees you all exposed for him, admiring every detail of your being, he’s sure that you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever met. If he had known what was he missing on, he would have pushed you into those bushes way earlier.

You don’t really know what to do next, you’re flustered and too inexperienced, so when he notices your hesitance, he gently guides you to the bed, telling you to lay on your back and relax.

Alejandro kisses your neck, and then slowly goes down to your tits, playing with your nipples between his teeth. It’s almost like a torture, you want more than that, involuntarily bucking your hips to get at least a little friction, anything.

“Just fuck me already, please” you beg in a high pitched voice, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Such a needy little whore” Alejandro says, mocking your pathetic cries. But you don’t care, even less when he drops to his knees, prying your legs apart to have a good look at your perfect pussy before devouring it like a starving man.

He licks and bites at your slick folds, savoring the sweet taste, dives his tongue into your hole and goes up to your clit, sucking hard. It feels really nice, better than any of those times where you played with yourself at night, and it’s not long until you’re moaning, feeling that familiar knot in your lower belly while tugging at his dark hair.

You cum easily, arching your back off the bed, almost crushing his head between your trembling legs. But that doesn’t stop him, he keeps eating you sloppily until you ride out that first orgasm.

When you come down from the high, Alejandro is already on top of you, holding your legs on his shoulders, guiding his cock to your tiny wet hole. And, without a warning, he slides inside on a singular hard thrust, making you scream at the new sensation.

He’s big, so the sudden stretch is a bit painful, but once you get adjusted to his girth and he starts moving slowly, your pained cries turn into whimpers filled with pleasure.

“F-faster Ale, please, ah- god-“ you moan into his ear, going literally stupid on his cock that you can’t even say a simple sentence.

“Yeah? you want me to destroy this pretty little pussy?”

He starts thrusting harder, pounding your tight heat in the most delicious way, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over. It’s good, way too good actually, and you can’t help but writhe under him, digging your nails on the nape of his neck.

Another orgasm is near, you know it, and he can feel it too by the way you’re clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, preciosa, you’re taking me so well” Alejandro growls, one of his large hands going down to find your clit, rubbing it fast in circular motions. “Cum for me again, come on.”

His words, mixed with the stimulation and the way he’s ramming into you, is just what you need to see stars. You come undone once more, feeling the intense pleasure in every inch of your body, moaning so loud that probably the whole base heard.

“Fuck, look at the mess you made” he says, looking at how your sweet juices are coating his abs and pubes. Did you just squirted? hell, that’s new, you didn’t knew you could do that.

Alejandro doesn’t take long to reach his own orgasm, thrusting a few more times until he’s cumming inside, filling that pretty pussy of yours with his thick seed as he bites your neck, letting out an animalistic grunt.

You both stay like that for a minute, too fucked out to move, catching your breath. And you’re feeling better, but the effects are still not gone at all.

“That was amazing” you say, stroking his beard, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Can we do it again?.”

“As many times as you want, preciosa.”

#alejandro vargas smut #cod smut #alejandro vargas x reader #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic

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jewwyfeesh · 5 months

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3rd anni enstars IF story -- story 2

Writer: @ 今天也是想吃美食的一天

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Characters: Kiryuu Kuro, Kagehira Mika, Hakaze Kaoru, Oogami Koga

Theme: “If they’re to pick out flowers for someone…”

Disclaimer: this was performed as part of the enstars IF section during the CN 3rd Anniversary stream (42:12 - 45:38). the stories are submitted by fans and two were picked out to be performed live.

translated from CN subs with reference to the script that they posted on screen.

this is story 2 of 2.

edit 22/11: thank you anon who pointed out i made a minor error while translating kuro's line! it has been rectified.

Kuro: Oh, if it ain’t Hakaze. You’re at the flower shop early.

Kaoru: Kiryuu-kun, good morning. Ran-kun invited me to come watch Dramatica’s performance, so I was looking to buy him some flowers to congratulate him on the show. What about you?

Kuro: Kanzaki and I both received an invitation to today’s performance. Hakaze, Ran’s yer roommate, right? Hasumi’s also part of Dramatica, and is the main producer of today’s show.

My lil sis said that I needa bring a bouquet of flowers, so here I am. Hakaze’s surely plenty skilled in gifting flowers, no? I’d like some suggestions if yer okay with it.

Kaoru: Of course! Let me have a think… Ran-kun— (he gets interrupted by a very loud sneeze before he’s even done with his sentence)

Koga: ACHOO! Oi, Hakaze… senpai, the hell yer doin’ o’er here?

Kaoru: (shocked) !? K-koga-kun!? Don’t you have a pollen allergy? Why are you here in a flower shop!?

Koga: (sniff but nose is blocked.sfx) When I was participating in ANIMALS’ activity earlier on, Hibiki-senpai cared for me quite a lot… not’ta mention, Leon really loves him.

I heard his troupe’s participatin’ in today’s show, and Akehoshi wanted’ta drag me out to watch it together… but called earlier on ta say he couldn’t make it. Still, he bought some flowers an’ wanted me ta bring ‘em over… which forced me to drop by the flower shop.

Sniff.. sniff… a… ACHOO!

Kaoru: Aa… Wan-chan’s such a poor widdle thing…!

Quick, back away from the flowers! Let Onii-chan help you!

Koga: HAA?? Whose Onii-chan are’ya, you shallow playboy!

I’m fine on my own!

Kuro: Hahaha, seems like the both of you have a pretty good relationship with each other.

Koga: WHO THE HELL HAS A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?! (looks at Mika, who’s near the door.) Kagehira. What’re you here for?

Mika: Ngah~ It’s Oogami-kun… g’morning…!

Kuro: Oh, if it ain’t Kagehira.

Mika: Kiryuu-senpai, g’mornin’…! Oshi-san mentioned yer name a couple days ago…!

Kuro: Oh, let’s meet up fer a meal when Itsuki’s next back in Japan, then.

Mika: Ehe, I’ll be sure’ta tell Oshi-san! (turns to the store owner) Oh, um, please gimme a bouquet of lilies…!

Kaoru: Eh? Everyone’s here to buy flowers today.

Mika: Naru-chan’s got’ta performance today, so I wanna gift ‘em a bouquet to cheer ‘em on!

Kaoru: Eh? Perhaps… also performing as part of the Dramatica troupe?

Mika: …? Al…so…? Senpais and Oogami-kun… are y’all buyin’ flowers for the Dramatica members too?

Kuro: That’s right. Seems like we can all head there together.

Kaoru: Mhm. Then, these two bouquets please. White cosmos represent purity, meant for Ran-kun. And for Hasumi-kun… how about lotus flowers? (tl/n: lotus as in ‘hasu-no-hana’ WWWWW i can’t tell if OP chose it as a pun on his name or)

Kuro: Huh, that ain’t a bad idea. (To the staff in the store) Excuse me, may I have a bouquet o’ lotuses please? Ah, turns out Hakaze’s help really made the whole process a lot smoother!

Koga: (yelling from the store’s door) DON’T FORGET ‘BOUT MY FLOWERS, HAKAZE SENPAI…!

Kaoru: (in a joking manner) Goodness, Wan-chan’s really… When he needs something, he’ll yell for Hakaze-senpai, but when he doesn’t need anything he’ll call for ‘the shallow playboy’!

Koga: HAA??? Don’t yer dare continue jokin’, lemme tell ya! If yer dally any longer, we’ll miss the show, senpai!!

Kaoru: (yelling towards the door) Yes yes~ Kagehira-kun, have you chosen your flowers yet? Since we’re all heading to the same place, we can all go together!

Mika: Ehe, yep. I’m sure Naru-chan will love this bouquet of perfume lilies. Senpais, let’s go!

Koga: HURRY UP! I’ve already called fer a car, so let’s get movin’!

Kuro & Mika & Kaoru: Yes~

← story 1

#enstars translation #enstars IF story #Kiryuu Kuro #Kagehira Mika #Hakaze Kaoru #Oogami Koga

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jehovahhthickness · 2 years

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I am that last about to turn twenty anon that asked you about what to do and not being dogged out . So here's another thing :

There this group of four girls i have been hanging up with in university during the last academic Year and as the new is going to begin, I know that i do not want to hang out with them no more. You see, i feel like they don't truly bring anything to my life. And they are always othering me as the rich kid, because i went to an international high school and these are quitte ecpensive where i live in. But the thing is that the university we're going to is as expensive as my former high school so they should not be treating me like that.

Also i have a problem with their mentality in general. They are the kind of girl that if we were in the USA you who'd label as ghetto, as not that they are poor (Their parents have money and big houses) but they lack manners. And they are so unkempt ,like dirty clothes etc. And when i suggest things like going to the spa or something like getting our nails done they say that I am too boojee. And they also lack emotional maturity because of the numbers of dramas i have to get them out of when it could have been avoided easily.

I actually suspect that two of them are jealous of me or projecting their insecurities on me because of the little remarks they make and the way they always criticise me.

The only reason i stayed with them is because i do jot truly believe that i could get along with the other people in my classroom i tried but we have so different values.

Do you think that I should go solo during this new academic year and just care about my relationships outside of school? I don't know if it's just a superiority complex thing.

Honestly, you should definitely fly solo this school year.

I know you’re feeling some type of way for how they treat you but you’re judging them in a negative way as well. Even tho, I feel like you’re not being malicious. But I don’t think y’all should hang out or attempt to be friends cuz clearly y’all don’t like each other like that.

I’ve been there. It’ll get lonely but I’m sure you’ll make new like minded friends this year. Don’t count yourself out.

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isagisyoichi · 3 years

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how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈

NEW RULES!

SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think

A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr

ISAGI YOICHI:

i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.

gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.

mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night

(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).

keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.

slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)

does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰

but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.

and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭

BACHIRA MEGURU:

not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.

the self proclaimed “life of the party.”

can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL

really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭

but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰

if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around

also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭

bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭

he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL

texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL

only drinks water and diet coke 👍

his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭

isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL

really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)

mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗

offers to help clean up in the morning

CHIGIRI HYOUMA:

at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.

tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭

nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.

also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.

“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭

finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.

not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰

NARUHAYA ASAHI:

also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.

drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.

talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭

plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.

also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇

leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???

GAGAMARU GIN:

goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL

strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!

weirdly good at darts, very good aim.

although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔

“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!

gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)

they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again

NAGI SEISHIRO:

irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.

it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭

doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too

when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”

“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨

knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭

tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍

dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)

RAICHI JINGO:

gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.

“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄

also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏

i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭

takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑

plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.

IMAMURA YUUDAI:

he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.

still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.

actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.

lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄

the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck

actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭

MIKAGE REO:

obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?

jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.

actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.

posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL

natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host

but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎

and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑

also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too

and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣

i hate this man 👎 /j

ITOSHI RIN:

practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄

talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??

super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.

a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎

a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭

rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.

actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.

but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)

NIKO IKKI:

the team forced him to come 😭

niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.

also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though

he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.

bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)

keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭

called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎

NANASE NIJIROU:

i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye

he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.

i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗

probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳

stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings

you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)

also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh

overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇

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genshxn · 3 years

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anon asked:

If its alright, may i request date headcanons for albedo and zhongli?

damn y’all like ur albedo content lmfao

also WOO LESS GO SOME ZHONGLI CONTENT FOR MY SIMP HEADASS

【ａｌｂｅｄｏ + ｚｈｏｎｇｌｉ】

date headcanons

warnings ; there’s one blatantly dirty joke.

ａｌｂｅｄｏ

- This poor guy has no idea how to romance, so don’t expect anything super lavish. He’s trying his best, but it doesn’t always turn out in his favour.

- He’s noticed that relationships are kind of like plants. They need to be looked after with the proper care, but if left without any attention for long enough, they’ll wilt. However his relationship with you is flowering, even if he doesn’t always know what to do with it.

- Sometimes when he wants to make you feel special, he’ll consult Kaeya for some help since he seems to know what he’s doing, according to Albedo’s analysis.

- But Kaeya is a bit of a trickster, so of course he’s not going to actually give proper advice. But poor Albedo would follow it to a T.

- So one time when you got home, ready to crash on your bed, you found an extremely unexpected sight.

- The floor and bed were covered in rose petals. Lit candles lined almost every available surface in your room. What the hell happened to your room?

- Smack in the middle of the bed was Albedo, lying on his side while biting a rose, staring at you. His expression read as if nothing about this entire set up was out of the ordinary.

- So you just burst out laughing. That strange little escapade of his clearly failed.

- After finding out that Kaeya isn’t actually going to be helpful, Albedo decided to take you on his version of a date.

- That would probably include a trek around Dragonspine if you’re into that.

- Otherwise he’d simply take you somewhere in the wilds for a picnic in the sun. If you decided to have a nap in the sun, then Albedo would 100% crack out his sketch book and start to draw you. Seeing you like this brought him such peace that he couldn't explain.

- Other times, he might simply show you some beautiful things he can create or do with alchemy. The science truly is wonderful.

- To Albedo, love is such a strange concept. It drives him to do things he would usually never consider for someone else. You truly mean so much to him.

ｚｈｏｎｇｌｉ

- I feel like Zhongli could either be a master of romance or be a literal brick in how little of an idea he has about love.

- Zhongli is a more old-school type of man since he literally is like, ancient, so the things he’d do wouldn’t be too unorthodox. The way he knows romance is most likely outdated, and even then, he’s never really been in love. Perhaps love is something that came along with his new found mortality?

- He’s not entirely sure what people these days do for a date, so with great reluctance, he might go to Hu Tao for some tips.

- But the only stuff Hu Tao suggests is all "salacious", as he’d put it.

- That’s a no from him. Looks like he’ll just have to resort to his own rusty tactics.

- Most times, your dates would likely be lovely dinner dates that he’s taken extra time to prepare for. Time, view, menu, all of it. Except he forgets his money, so you may have to pay for the dinners more often than not. (He does pay you back though because he’s very fair like that)

- Zhongli enjoys more quiet and intimate dates, so when he’s the one that plans them, it’s most often away from the gaze of others. Here, he can truly feel like it’s just you and him.

- Since his date locations are in more remote places, he may take you to some places with the best views, simply letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he tells you about the stories from bygone eras. He might stutter a bit if you suddenly hold his hand.

- Zhongli once tried to use one of Hu Tao’s suggested pick up lines because she would jot stop pestering him. Heck, she followed him the entire way. She was watching from behind a pole while he stammered out the sentence that made you nearly fall over from laughing. “Y-you... make me h-harder than rock.”

- His entire face was red and you nearly hurt yourself laughing so much. Poor Zhongli.

- Other times (mainly if he’s just flat broke), he’ll take you out for a lovely stroll in the beautiful mountains of Liyue, telling you the history of how the land took shape.

- Since you already know he’s the ex-geo archon, still with his powers, he may take you out to a secluded place and show you his powers. He even made you a beautiful amber pendant from his powers. He says it’s a small gift representing but a fraction of how important you are to him.

- You showed him what it’s like to love, and he still feels all his efforts aren’t enough to show how much you mean to him.

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realcube · 3 years

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hi bestie bokuto and saiki anon is back with another request,, idk what to call myself bc i love ur blog and love requesting random hcs to you bc i love your writing sm :( anyways i was wondering if you could do hcs where bokuto’s and saiki’s s/o just got acrylics and they try gently scraping their long nails they recently got against their scalp/thru hair and along their back? 🧍 ily

GIVING HIM A MASSAGE

characters ♡ (multi-fandom) bokuto, sakusa, daichi & saiki k

tw ♡ fluff, gn!reader, reader wears aryclics. mentions of death, timeskip! sakusa (suggestive) & mentions of spiders

a/n ♡ AAAA you came just in time!! i’m changing my tags :)) would you like to be 🔮lovely or 🦉lovely??? (crystal ball represents saiki and the owl is bokuto-) unless you have another emoji in mind!

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO had a deal with you; he’d pay for your nails in exchange for a massage and kisses. the kisses had been delivered already and he sat on the carpeted floor in front of the couch — where he’d usually sit while you massaged him so y’all could watch a show on the tv while you worked — with an expectant expression, making grabby hands at you as soon as you entered the living room. you cocked a brow, about to play dumb but you didn’t even get the chance as he began to chant, “relaxing time! show me what those pretty nails can do.” wow, couldn’t he be a little bit more stubborn? you sighed, approaching the couch and swinging your leg around his shoulder to take you usual seat behind him, “it’s not the nails, bo. it’s my fingers that do the work.” his lips parted to form a small ‘o’ shape as he fumbled with the remote to put on the show you guys have been watching, “really? maybe i should start paying for your nail removal, then. if i did, would you give me another mas--” “no.” bokuto let out a dramatic sigh of defeat, at least he tried. then, a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as your fingers laced through his hair, pads of your fingers rubbing his scalp in such a way that made him hum in pleasure..

(minors dni) KIYOOMI SAKUSA was tense and refused to get a massage from a professional masseuse because he didn’t want to strip and have a stranger touch his body so intimately; the mere idea grossed him out. however, the knots in his back weren’t going to be fixed by even more over-exertion and poor posture, hence you took it upon yourself to help him.. after you got your nails done, of course. so as soon as he came back from practise and entered him bedroom, he was greeted by you standing next to your shared bed with an intimidating expression, “take off your clothes.” you commanded, gesturing to the bed. happily obliging, sakusa tossed his clothes into the laundry basket and was about to pull you into a heated kiss but immediately frowned when you swerved his advances and pushed him face-first onto the mattress. then, you began to run your cold fingers up his flushed back, rubbing deep circles into his skin which resulted in involuntary sighs of satisfaction escaping his lips. despite the fact this wasn’t the stress relief he was expecting, it was much better than he could imagined — it was as though he had ascended. however, he was so lost in the pleasing feeling of your cool nails tickling his skin, he hardly noticed how rough you were being and this was only brought to his attention the following day when atsumu’s nosy-ass inquired about the marks on sakusa’s back in the changing room, accompanied by a comment that made kiyoomi scowl.

SAWAMURA DAICHI smiled as you showed him your nails with such enthusiasm, “they look beautiful, (y/n).” your experience at the nail bar was all you had been talking about since you arrived at his house — which was only like three minutes ago — and honestly, he wasn’t opposed, he loved hearing you talk so passionately about something. he parted his lips to inquire about the price but before he could utter a single word, you stepped behind, kneading his broad shoulders with your palm which resulted in a shiver running down his spine, “what are you doing?” he chuckled, crouching slightly so he didn’t have to arch his back for you to reach. “tryin’ to give you a massage, does it feel alright?” you replied, chopping across his back with the side of your hand like the masseuses in movies do. “yeah.” there was no uncertainty in voice — that you could pick up on, at least — which brought a small smile to your face. your pointy nails dragged along his back, absentmindedly drawing letter and symbols that you thought daichi wouldn’t pick up on as he laxed expression and low murmurs of satisfaction suggested he was too engrossed in the feeling to notice, but you were proven wrong as you finished tracing ‘i ❤ u’ onto his skin. you were only snapped out of your thoughts when your boyfriend let out a hearty chuckle, “i love you too.”

KUSUO SAIKI was on defence. being a psychic who’s powers rivalled those of god, he never would’ve thought that he would be caught out by confidant — who was also his romantic partner — and a set of devilish claws. to think, he was originally foolish enough to think of them as pretty since they were complementing colors and nice shapes. plus, he had no reason to believe they were dangerous. until you began sneaking up behind them and using your nimble fingers to mimic the movement of an insect on his back. the first time you pranked him, he almost energy blasted you straight to hell. fortunately for him, you took the hint and felt extremely bad for taking advantage of his fears like that, offering to give him a massage as an apology. despite the fact he made it painfully apparent that he didn’t want to be near you until you got those wicked talons removed, here he was; sitting crossed-legged with his head rested between your thighs as you gently ran your hands through his hair, down his neck and across his shoulders. and the worst part was, he was actually enjoying it! the feeling of your finger working expertly at every knot in his neck and lifting what felt like the world’s weight of his shoulders left him helplessly melting into your touch. plus, his previous concerns about your hands in his hair were proven irrelevant as you make it a point to be extra careful around his clips. “thank you, (y/n).” he hummed, voice muffled slightly as his cheek was pressed against your thigh. “and sorry for almost killing you earlier.”

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kelieah · 3 years

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going on dates with arvin russell

request (summary): anon: I read one of your head cannons for Arvin the other day and loved it!! Could you do one with a drive-in movie theater where they get a little steamy or another one where they go dancing maybe the reader is shy about dancing and Arvin’s all sweet about it? I just love both date ideas and so much could happen! You don’t have to do either, I know it’s vague but I’m here for just about anything:)

anon: Hey Arvin x reader fluff just going on a date

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fluff fluff luff, lil bit of suggestive content

a/n: ugh the idea of going on a date w arvin fking russell during the 50s? yes pls,, and thank you sm doll! decided to do multiple dates bc yes. also yes i decided to make this a head canon bc im too lazy / busy to write out a whole ass fic, but this is still going to be a long ass head canon so ennnjooooyy i hope ehbejsf

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when you first met arvin you never thought of him as a romantic guy

but oh you were so wrong

so wrong

your first date with arvin was nothing what you’d expect to be

i mean

it’s not like you expected arvin to show up with two cans of beer and a carton of cigarettes

but you didn’t expect him to go all out either

you remember your first date with that damn boy like it was yesterday

he showed up to your house with a bunch of flowers

you could tell he picked them out from the park or something

but it was the thought that counted and it warmed your heart

god what a sight he was

all doe-eyed

face still mean as hell though

and pretty too of course

you liked to call him pretty boy and he called you stupid

anyway

his eyebrows were a bit furrowed and knitted together

but the look in his eye and the small smile on his lips

enough to make any girl swoon

“hey,” he said briefly, pushing out the poor yet lovely flowers in his hands

some were fully bloomed, bright yet dull

some lopping over

some dead

even a little bit of dirt and roots hanging from the end

but you could tell he tried

he tied a bit of woven rope around it all to keep it together

before you could speak he interrupted

“i– i know girls like flowers. but i couldn’t get you em fancy ones from the store cus. yanno. m’ sorry doll, but this is all i could get,” he held them out again and you gladly took them

“there’s no need to apologize, i love these arvin. thank you,” you smiled and leaned close towards him, kissing his cheek

his cheeks were instantly dusted with pink at your affectionate gesture

“y’ of course. my pleasure. well, uhm. if you’re ready, my car’s parked a bit down the road, cause you said your parents?” he trailed off, glancing behind you.

you nodded and giggled softly

“yea, they usually don’t like it when boys come over. but i don’t give a fuck,” you whispered the last part and sent him a wink

god he loved it when you cursed

he found it kinda hot he told you

he flushed and looked away, chuckling

“well alright, do you want me to wait in my car?” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking back at you

“yep, i’ll be out ina jiffy,” you said, about to turn the other way and put the flowers in a vase

“wait,” he coughed while taking a step forward

“yeah, arvin?” you turned back towards him

“you look real pretty,” he complimented you

it was then your turn to blush

“why thank—” before you said anything he turned around and walked off to your car

you always found him such an interesting fella

you giggled to yourself and retreated back into your home

he first took you on a long drive

which honestly scared you a bit

“you sure you’re not taking me somewhere to kill me?” you muttered and looked around

nothing but trees and road was in sight

“i think,” he replied blankly, one hand on the wheel while the other was on his thigh casually

you blushed at the sight

you weren’t sure why you found it attractive

but you sure did

“how reassuring,” you teased, catching a smirk beginning to curl at the end of his lips

he eventually found a spot and parked on to a hill, that looked over knockemstiff

the sun was setting and the town was dark

it looked absolutely beautiful

he got out of the car and soon opened your door, holding out his hand

you jokingly froze and looked at him suspiciously

“you sure y’ not gonna kill—”

before you could finish your sentence he pulled your arm towards him, holding you close

you let out a squeal and looked at him with a flushed expression

“no, i’d never. you hear me dumb one?” he cupped the side of your face

you blushed and nodded into his touch

“m’ only teasing. jeez.”

he chuckled and pulled you carefully toward the front of his car

“gimme a minute,” he walked off towards the back of his car

you smiled and leaned against his car, looking out at the stunning scenery in front of you

soon arvin came out with a picnic basket

he’d hear you before the both of you went on a date that you loved picnics

so of course, he had to take you on a picnic

it was so sweet

a basket full of sandwiches, pop, and some cheap snacks he managed to buy

with change, he scrounged all over his room, place, and car

the both of you shared your first kiss that night

“i’d genuinely never met a girl like you,” he murmured, looking down at you as lied across his lap

“well i sure as hell never met a boy like you,” you whispered and looked back up at him

you both leaned closer and closer towards each other’s faces

and then pure

bliss

your lips fit perfectly on his

his floppy hair that was surprisingly not hidden underneath a cap fell onto your face

he held your face so gently and you held onto his shirt like you were going to fall

you both kissed the night away

he’d never put so much effort into dates before

most of his past dates were sexual, but he didn’t tell you that until later

the more dates you two had, the better they got

now this one date you took him on

you don’t know how you did it

but you managed to get the poor boy to go rollerskating with you

and lord

was it a great laugh for you

as soon as the two of you rolled out into the arena

arvin was wobbling all of the place

you had multiple fits of giggles and laugh

“how the hell!” he grunted and continuously slipped

eventually having to hold onto the railing

“honey, you just glide y’ feet,” you snickered and held his hand

“yeah no shit. it’s like m’ a goddamn baby again learning how to fucking walk,” he muttered frustratingly underneath his breath

“awe you poor poor baby,” you teased and squeezed his hand. “just watch me lover, look at me feet. move with me, ready?”

he nodded and stared at you closely

you began to move your feet slowly, watching him as he watched you

“yes! see you’re getting there, slowly. yep. wow arvin, didn’t think ya had it in y—”

course

before you could even finish your praise

he let out a loud yelp while slipping, bringing you down in the process

you landed on his chest

he let out a grunt, holding you up before you could hurt yourself more

you both looked at each other in disbelief and burst out in laughter

it was moments like these where the both of you truly enjoyed each other’s presence

some dates were steamier than the other

the two of you were supposed to be watching the movie

while in his car and snacking

but of course y’all couldn’t keep your hands of each of other

his hand was already up your skirt

caressing your skin

while your tongues pressed against each other

your hand tangled in his hair

you felt his finger brush against your lower area and you gasped in response

yeah you and arvin had made out before

but it’s never gotten farther than that

so lil touches like that surprised you

“oh m’ sorry baby doll. did you not like that?” he pulled his hand away immediately

he cupped your face with his other hand and looked at you with pure concern

you blushed and shook your head

“no i liked it. i’m just scared, but you can continue. please?” you leaned into his touch

“okay, i got you,” he smirked slightly and pushed his hand back under your skirt

let’s just say

you saw fireworks for the first time that night

and not any typical fireworks

as the weeks went on

you and arvin were inseparable

everyday was a date and the both of you couldn’t be happier

one day he really surprised you

he got you and him tickets to some dinner and dance

“ain’t no way, you, arvin russell got these,” you looked down at the tickets in your hand

“gee thanks darlin’, but yes. i did get these, for us,” he stuffed his hands in pockets and looked down at the ground sheepishly

you let out a loud squeal that scared the hell out of him

you jumped into his arms and crushed his bones while hugging him

he laughed softly and held you up, spinning you around

honestly, you thought the two of you would just go for the food

for some reason you didn’t think he’d like the dancing

but oh were you wrong

again

“c’ mon beautiful,” he begged and dragged your hand toward the dance floor

“i don’t know about dancing baby, you know me,” you whined and hesitantly followed

“oh yes i do know you y/n. and i know i got you tied around my finger. so you know damn well you’re going to dance with me right now,” he said lowly underneath his breath, leaning close toward your face

his hot breath fanning your skin and sending chills throughout your face

cocky motherfucker

you huffed and glared up at him, “yea i know, i know.”

“okay perfect, follow my lead gorgeous,” he placed his hands around your hips while he brought your arms to snake around his neck

“n-now what?” you said awkwardly, your body still a bit stiff

usually he’d hate to do this in such a crowd but since you were there with him

he felt like it was just you and him

all alone

that’s always how you made him felt

like it was you and him against the world

“i got you. alright? just move with me, it’s just you and me. don’t focus on nobody but us,” he murmured softly and began to sway

you smiled timidly and swayed along with him

you kept your eyes on your shoes, afraid to step on him

“don’t worry about that, just look at me angel,” he reassured

you sighed and looked back up at him, “mk. since when did you dance?”

“mama taught me when i was a kid, she’d dance with me,” he confessed sheepishly

your eyes softened

“i love you,” you nuzzled your nose against his

his heart hammered in his chest at those three goddamn words

“shit,” he mumbled as his cheeks burned red

“w- what?” you said a bit panicked, about to pull back

he pulled your body closer and embraced you while pressing his lips against yours

you complied and kissed him back, smiling against his lips

he moved back and placed his forehead against yours, “i love you a lot more, flower.”

and right then and there

you just knew you were the luckiest girl in the world

to be able to be with someone like him

to be able to go on dates like these with arvin russell

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 4 years

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As Long as the Forest Stands Tall, I’ll Be With You

Title: As Long As The Forest Stands Tall, I’ll Be With You

Summary: Humans come to Logan’s tree in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They ask for good crops, to find true love and to strike riches beyond their wildest dreams. Rarely, however, does a child stand beneath his tree, shivering and hiccuping in the bitter cold of winter.

Pairings: Familial Analogical, Background Platonic Logicality and Familial Intruroyality

Word-Count: 2.6-k

Warnings: Human Sacrifice, Death Mention, Body Horror, Morally Gray Logan, Angst with a Happy Ending

This fic is inspired by an anon ask sent to me awhile back that I just now finished. It’s also the Cryptid Logan fic that won the poll of next published wip, so hope y’all all enjoy :)

A human child stands at the base of his tree, shivering and hiccuping in the bitter cold of winter. Indeed, the child’s stick arms hugs its frame in a poor attempt to stay warm. The child does not have a coat, and its threadbare stockings could hardly count as shoes.

Logan finds himself mystified by the sight.

Humans came to his tree, in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They asked for good crops, to find true love and to strike riches beyond their wildest dreams. He granted them all, as long as they left an appropriate gift in its place. Things like books and knowledge he favored most of all, but he often did not turn away a cow or two if it was all they had to offer.

However a child? Rarely do children come seeking his help. Adolescents do not have the same worries as their often self-absorbed older counterparts. The few children that have come his way in decades past asked for things for others. The appearance of the child is enough to wake him fully from his winter rest.

“Hello.” He speaks, the wind carrying his message, through the dead tree branches and over the mounds of snow below.

He forms at the base of his tree, in a shape familiar yet alien to a human’s eye. Centuries of practicing shapeshifting and he still has not perfected a form that does not send a human’s flight-or-fight’s reflexes into overdrive. Humans are innately good picking up on minuscule anomalies. If it is not the nose this time, then it is the ears he has gotten wrong. Too pointy, too many. He’s certain this time he has the right amount of body parts.

The child leaps in the air at his greeting. They turn to face him, trembling even more. He does not think it is from the cold.

“H-hello.” The child returns the greeting, dipping their head in reverence.

“What is your name, child?” He asks, “and what do you seek?”

The child makes a weird, muffled noise. Their head is still lowered, facing away from Logan’s searching gaze.

“My name is Virgil, I--I’ve come to seek an end to this harsh winter. That you--you bring about a prosperous out-pour of crops this Spring.” The child speaks, slow and stilted. Like words firmly pressed into their mouth by someone else and not a genuine request from the child himself.

A flash of anger passes through Logan. If humans think by sending out a sapling their chances will double, they are wrong. Logan values knowledge and wisdom, not emotional manipulation.

Logan hums in acknowledgement of Virgil’s words, “I see. And what shall you offer in payment?”

“Myself.”

“What?” Logan asks, for he is sure he misunderstood the child.

“I--it’s--Chief Habrok said as an orphan I’m not good for much else and that this is the highest honor I could bring to the village. So I offer myself as a sacrifice.” Virgil looks up at him, glistening tears half-frozen to his cheeks. So much of both fear and determination radiates from the small being.

Logan’s ire has kindled to a raging forest-fire. This is worse than simply thinking Logan would be softer to a child’s pleas than an adult’s. Humans have bargained with him using livestock but one of their own young? A child that has lost so much already? It is revolting. All around them, the forest creaks, branches shifting not from the blizzard’s winds but of their own volition. Virgil flinches.

He reaches down, softly cusping Virgil’s chin with a hand to direct the child’s attention towards himself.

“I will take you far away from here. Somewhere you’ll be safe and loved for as long as this tree stands tall. Okay?”

“And my village--you’ll take care of them?” Virgil asks, confusion and doubt swirling around him. Much like the fierce snowfall sweeping through the forest.

Logan’s lips twitches. “You have my word that they’ll be taken care of.”

“O-okay.” Virgil agrees, voice soft and small.

Logan drops his hand away, holding it out by his side. “Take my hand.”

Most would hesitate touching the hand of a spirit. They’d fear to be swept away, to never see the light of day again. The fear is very much present within the child. But again so is that firm, resolute determination. Virgil’s tiny hand shoots forward, latching onto Logan’s larger one with a startlingly strong grip. The wind picks up as the trees shake themselves from their foundations, their roots. They stretch, relishing the freedom of movement.

“Close your eyes.” Logan murmurs. It’s his only warning before he calls forth to the forest. Logan is not this one tree like the humans believe. He is all of them. He is the whole forest. Each of them are perfectly formed clones connected by the same root system.

He integrates Virgil’s soul into the system, careful to keep the child’s individuality intact. Somewhere in the bidding snowstorm, a young three-foot sapling sprouts bright green leaves much like the tree the two stand under. Certain of his work, he withdraws. He underestimates the drain of his powers, because he nearly collapses to the ground.

“You!” Virgil gasps, staring at Logan with bulging eyes. Logan looks at himself, no longer ambiguously human in appearance. Ah, yes. He’s quite forgotten how frightening his true form can be for humans. It is a shimmery indigo blue that is almost translucent. He has a multitude of eyes and just as many limbs. His hair is mossy, with bits of berries and flowers poking out of it. His eyes are a pupiless navy blue with whirling black rings.

“You look different as well,” Logan says, pointing out that the child’s form has taken on a glowing purple hue. Hmm, purple. Unusual color for a spirit. He still looks much like a human aside from the color. Give it enough time, however, and the child’s appearance will shift to reflect his newfound nature.

“Am I dead?” The child blurts out.

“Not in the slightest.” Logan reassures. The child does not look reassured despite this, “Now come, I know someone who will take good care of you.”

“B-but I thought, you’d--” The child stutters, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Oh no, I’m terrible with children. I promise that you will be quite safe with him.” Logan says, blinking out the dizzying nausea. He frowns in distaste. Maintaining a physical presence is annoying and draining. This is why he seldoms ventures out to the physical realm if he can help it.

“Now shall we?” Logan asks, shouting over the blizzard at this point. Virgil huddles closer, burying his head into Logan’s robes, away from the roaring blizzard. Logan’s robes become wet with tears. Logan places a tentative hand on the child’s back. \

Then he pulls both of them away--their physical forms dissolving completely. They reappear in a dwelling in the depths of the astral realm. A calamity of voices greets them. A kind, older one overlaid by two energetic young ones.

“--you two shouldn’t go off without permiss--”

“Logey, Logey!” The two young voices say in unison, as a set of green and red blurs come dashing towards Logan’s direction. The green one looks human enough except for their bottom half made up of swishing, swirling tentacles. The red one sports shimmery see-through wings and insectoid eyes.

The child presses closer to Logan, his heart rate accelerating by a substantial amount. In response, Logan draws his limbs around to shield Virgil while holding one hand out in warning. He supposes new faces, especially inhuman ones, is frightening for the young child.

“Remus, Roman,” He says, breathing labored, “I ask we forgo the usual hug-tackle just this once.”

The saplings stop short, their faces flashing with confusion. One of them opens his mouth to protest, but a blue pair of hands with talon-like nails rest on each of their shoulders.

“Logan, what’s going on?” Patton asks, “shouldn’t you be slumbering still?”

Logan doesn’t answer him at first. He glances down, craning his neck towards Virgil. “Would you like to meet my friend?” He whispers lowly. Virgil tightens his grip on Logan’s robes but nods. Satisfied, Logan draws his limbs back, revealing the child to Patton and the saplings. Twin gasps erupt from Remus and Roman.

“This is Virgil.” Logan informs them, “Virgil, this is Patton and his sons--”

“I’m Remus and this is Stinky!” Remus says, thrusting his thumb towards his brother.

“No I’m NOT! My name’s Roman!” Roman shrieks, his indignation however is quickly forgotten as he holds out a hand towards Virgil, “Hey you want to play knights and dragons? You and I can be the knights!”

“No fair! I want him to be a dragon with me!” Remus stomps his foot. Roman glares back and it seemed like the two were on the verge of a wrestling match when a tentative voice speaks up.

“Can I...can I be a dragon knight?”

Remus and Roman stare at Virgil, who mostly hidden himself behind Logan at this point. Just a purple tuft of hair and eyes are visible.

“That’s...that’d be cool!” The twins say in unison. It’s times like then that Logan is reminded they were once one; Romulus. Once a highly respected river spirit until humans’ actions caused him to split and reform anew.

“Why don’t you three go along and play in the fort? Logan and I have some things to discuss.” Patton suggests, smiling brightly. Too bright. Logan withholds a shudder.

Remus and Roman don’t protest, too excited at the prospect of a new playmate. Roman extends a hand towards Virgil, who looks up at Logan in askance.

“Well, go on.” Logan raises an eyebrow, “it is alright.”

Virgil takes Roman’s hand and the three are gone in a blink of an eye. So has Patton’s smile.

“Logan--what have you done?”

“What do you mean?” Logan deflects, gritting his teeth. He extends a few limbs, looking for something to steady himself with. A warm pair of arms steady him, guiding him to a chair. Trust Patton to help even in the midst of being upset.

“Don’t. Not right now. Virgil--he is a part of you, I can sense it. But he isn’t--”

“The human village near my forest sent him as a sacrifice.”

Patton almost lets go of him, “You didn’t!”

“Of course not,” Logan rolls his eyes as he sits down in the chair with a grunt, “but I couldn’t send him back there or leave him completely alone to die. Humans can’t survive our realm, you know this. Integrating his soul as a part of me was the only option.”

“And the village?”

“I’ve taken care to make sure they get what they justifiably deserve.” Logan answers, closing his eyes as he shares a vision with Patton.

For a fleeting second, he sees flashes of the forest marching among the white visage of a raging blizzard. Flickers of drab buildings caught in gnarled branches being torn apart. A hundred voices screaming in terror.

He opens his eyes and sees Patton again. The air spirit regards him with raised eyebrows and a small frown tugging at his lips. Not quite approval, nor disapproval.

“You plan to look after Virgil, then?”

“No, of course not,” Logan says, “I thought that was rather obvious. You are good with saplings--I am not. Besides you are always saying how it’d be nice to have around a peer Roman’s and Remus’ age for their benefits.”

As to prove his point, several delighted laughter echoes from the children in the distance. Logan smirks, satisfied. He rises from his chair, desperate to return to his winter slumber, when Patton pushes him back into it. He is embarrassed that it was more of a gentle shove than anything else.

“Logan, you can’t just--you have a responsibility to Virgil! He is of you now, if you leave--it’ll be detrimental to both of you. Remember when Romul--when Remus and Roman first came into being, if separated it caused them--”

“This is different. I made sure to account for that,” Logan snaps, “Please Patton, could you at least watch over him until--”

Logan stops abruptly as a pain burrows into him. After centuries of existence, Logan has experienced pain, both great and minimal. But he was not prepared for this type of pain. The aching, spluttering kind. He could not breathe. It was like he was drowning and being burned alive at the same time. But it isn’t oxygen he needs. It’s something else. And every second he isn’t reunited with this something, the pain only continues to worsen.

“Dad! Dad!”

“Something’s wrong--”

“I didn’t hit him!”

“--hurt--”

Something is deposited onto his lap. A shaking, quivering Virgil. Who Logan had promised would be safe here. Not writhing in pain. Logan gathers his limbs around the child tightly. A low rumble like trees creaking in the wind emanates from Logan. A lullaby that forest spirits know well. A human might find it frightening. It does not frighten Virgil. He can feel the child relaxing in his hold, cries quietening. Virgil is not human anymore, after all. The pain ebbs away but still Logan’s focus remains on Virgil.

“Are you alright now?” Logan asks.

Virgil nods, hesitating. “I’m sorry.”

Logan’s many eyes blink in confusion. He looks over to Patton and the twins, who he’d almost forgotten. Patton’s lips are pressed firmly together in a signature “I told you so” move. He is missing his usual gleam in his eyes, however. His gaze darts between Logan and Virgil before landing solidly on Logan. It doesn’t take him long to decipher what that means.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Logan asks Virgil.

“I did something bad--didn’t I? And you punished me so that’s why I--”

“No,” Logan cuts in, causing the child to jolt, “you did not do anything wrong. I should be apologizing to you. I inadvertently caused harm to you when I promised safety.”

“You mean it?” Virgil asks, his little eyes squinting up at Logan. There’s so much wariness and mistrust in those eyes. Too much for a child as young as Virgil.

“I do. I apologize for causing further harm to befall you. While it hadn’t been my intention, it still hurt you and so I take responsibility for it.” Logan tells him, bowing his head. It is a serious matter when spirits break a promise. He cannot blame the young sapling if he chooses to not to accept his apology. Especially after the hurt Virgil has already endured in his short lifespan.

Logan is as old as the forest. He has seen many things and knows twice that of things in the world. Still, nothing quite prepares him for Virgil’s response.

“Okay,” The child says, and then, “promise you won’t leave me?”

He raises his head to look at Virgil. Doubt still dances in those little eyes, but so does hope. Logan wants to laugh. What a stubborn, brave thing to have. He’s still willing to trust Logan even though he’d broken his promise not even a hour after making it. It’s illogical, foolish yet heartwarming all the same.

“As long as the forest stands tall, I will be with you.” Logan promises, a much more serious oath than the first.

Then a small smile graces Virgil’s face and oh! Oh, for all his infinite wisdom, Logan does not know how to raise a sapling. How could he, when he had no mother tree? No one to nurture and nourish him as a young, vulnerable sapling? But he knows Virgil already has him wrapped around his roots. That upon sensing the child at his tree, his fate at once had been sealed.

For once not knowing something does not agitate him. In fact, as he wraps a limb over the child in a loose embrace, he thinks he does not mind it.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #kat writes

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jeongyunhoed · 3 years

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The 100-Day Relationship

alternatively titled: 10 Months Love

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Group: ATEEZ

Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, tiny bit of angst (if you squint), fake dating!

Summary: When wealthy socialite Juhyun is facing pressure to bring a date to the biggest wedding of the year and the beginning of the social season among the elite, she hurriedly asks an old college schoolmate, Park Seonghwa to be her boyfriend for the entire season. The longer they put up appearances, the more they realize that they never want the arrangement to end.

Things to note: Art curator!Seonghwa. The other members are finally here. OC’s dress/outfit is Blair Waldorf’s black sequined prom dress for a visual reference. I didn’t think I’d update this as fast (again) but here we are. This is somewhat of a filler chapter I guess? But it is also sort of needed? I hope y’all still enjoy this.

Also, thank you to the anon I was talking about this with!

Warnings: Some cussing, we’ll be feeling poor and broke with what’s in here, some suggestive themes (spicy, y’know).

Listen to: Come Over - Dean, Everything - CIX

Tag list: @closer-stars , @masterninjacow . @kunrengui , @yoheyyosup , @gayliljoong ,

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Chapter 6

The following weekend saw Seonghwa suddenly being visited by his parents and his brother, something he probably should have seen coming following his evasion of the topic regarding his relationship status. Just as Juhyun had predicted, their relationship made the society pages of the publications, even including photos of them from the event. The photographers in charge of the event even sent him digital copies of their photos. He smiled to himself as he closed the tab of his email inbox in his office computer.

It hadn’t been long. Two, three weeks had only passed since they agreed to pose as a couple. At the back of his mind, Seonghwa had only expected that they’d only talk to each other on the days of the events itself, but he welcomed the fact that they ended up sending a message or two almost everyday. It was partly his effort to remind Juhyun to stay in the moment, to enjoy what’s happening now rather than worry. There was no use worrying about what might happen in the future.

Yet, the fact that his family had surprised him at work had him thinking about their agreement. The fact that he hadn’t told Juhyun that his own parents and brother were beginning to ask about her, about them, didn’t make things any easier. Maybe he should’ve already told Juhyun about it, but he was torn between keeping that ruse up even to his own family or to just tell them what was really going on.

Seonghwa knew how understanding his parents were. His mother and father raised him to have a compassionate and caring heart as they were just as kind and caring themselves. If he told them she was his girlfriend, he was sure they would be happy for him, but if he didn’t, they would be concerned.

“So, Hwa, are you going to tell us about her?”

His brother’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts as he sat up behind his desk. “Hmm? About who?”

“About her?” His brother held up a photo of the two of them at the event, cuddled up next to each other in their seats. It made him fight the urge to smile upon remembering that night.

“What about her?”

“Ya, Seonghwa, who is she? Are you dating a socialite now?” His brother asked, while his parents waited for him to answer.

“Yes, Hwa, who is she? She seems like a lovely girl,” His mother suddenly said.

“Choi Juhyun, a college classmate of mine,” Seonghwa replied, trying not to give away how he was panicking internally.

“Just a classmate? The two of you look pretty close,” His brother chimed in again.

Seonghwa could feel his cheeks heating up. “We’ve been dating for a while, what about it?” He tried to stay cool, turning off his computer while he composed himself.

There it was. His parents and his brother looked especially intrigued now at his revelation. “Choi Juhyun, is that right? From that Choi family?” His father spoke this time, and he nodded. “Is she nice?”

“Of course she is,” Seonghwa replied, trying not to look and sound so flustered. “...Have you told grandmother?”

“We didn’t, we were just curious,” His mother replied with a small smile. “You know how your grandmother can get, right?”

“Of course,” Seonghwa nodded, expression faltering at the thought.

He could never forget that moment when he had an earful from his grandmother about what he wanted to do in life. Like many in the family, he was expected to become the usual doctor or lawyer, or someone in a high-paying corporate position. As long as the pay was high, Seonghwa knew he would be in his grandmother’s good graces. It was how he managed to build the art gallery he owned today, through funds reluctantly given to him after eventually caving in to the pressure placed by his uncle and his parents. Even as he found success, Seonghwa knew he had to work very hard so he could distance himself, make his own money, build his own fortune, help his family and have enough for his future.

Seonghwa’s grandmother was regarded as a prominent figure in his hometown, with her children succeeding in having businesses of their own, some of them even building their own mini-empires. She was pampered like a princess in her younger years, and thus was always dressed in her best even when she only lounged around at home. Based on the stories his father told him about his great-grandparents, they were farmers who prospered until they had enough to live a little more lavishly compared to others.

A few of his grandfathers have even served in the army during the wars, both in the military and in the navy, a three-star general and a rear admiral, respectively. While his own family was not as immensely as affluent as Juhyun’s, they still carried some prestige to the extent that his grandmother was keen on protecting that same prestige and status.

Seonghwa’s childhood consisted of summers in his grandmother’s house, which he remembered was a maximalist’s home with many trinkets and ornaments decorated all around. Whenever his parents had to work on weekends, Seonghwa and his brother would stay with her, and there they would learn their manners and how they needed to carry themselves. A princely etiquette, he’d remember his grandmother telling him and his brother.

“What do you think she might say if she finds out Seonghwa’s dating one of the Chois?” His brother suddenly asked.

It was making him think. What could she say if she found out that he was dating Choi Juhyun, who belonged to that one Choi family, one of the richest in the country, and perhaps in the whole world. “Shouldn’t we keep the pressure off of him first?” His father chimed in, sensing his reaction. “They haven’t been dating very long, have you?”

“No, not very long,” Seonghwa shook his head. It was his turn to think of something. This time, he was the one put on the same spot as Juhyun. “We’ve only been dating a few months, I’d say three, four months, it’s hard to count-”

“Three, four months already?” They stared at him.

“Yeah, give or take, I usually don’t count the days whenever I’m with her,” Seonghwa replied. It was a lame explanation, he thought to himself, but it was all he could think of in a span of seconds. From the expressions on his parents and his brother’s faces, Seonghwa sensed it was enough.

“Well, whenever you’re ready to let us meet her, hmm?” His mother smiled, and he nodded. “Just be careful, okay? Even if she’s nice to you, it might not be the same when it comes to people she’s surrounded with. Or even her own family members.”

“I’m very aware of that, don’t worry,” Seonghwa assured her. “I got to meet her friends and when we went to Macau, I met one of her best friends and his girlfriend. They’re very nice. As for her family, I’ve yet to meet them.”

It suddenly made him think of what would happen if they met each other’s families while they were under this agreement to date. At the back of his mind, Seonghwa felt like they’ve now gotten in too deep. Both their families know, the media now knew, everyone who kept tabs on Juhyun’s circle of friends now knew as well. Glancing at the calendar, Seonghwa remembered that they had an event to go to in the coming weekends ahead.

Seonghwa wore the first Huntsman suit he received on the day of the second event they had; the product launch of Jo’s family’s company. Sticking with the same comma hairstyle he had the hairdresser do on him for events, he understood why Juhyun said it was one of the best suits out there. He had to remind himself that this was all made to fit him, admiring how it not only gave him some added height, but it also emphasized his model-esque build, from his broad shoulders to his long legs.

If he was this amazed by the first bespoke suit that arrived, he figured he would be even more amazed at the four other suits that would be coming in a matter of weeks. He checked himself out in the mirror when he arrived at Juhyun’s penthouse to pick her up. “Juhyun-” He called out, stopping when he saw that she was already standing by the landing of her staircase.

“What do you think?” Juhyun asked, the shy smile playing across her lips again as she turned around for him, the long hem of her floor-length black sequined gown shimmering as she moved. She had only worn it a few times and made sure to preserve it as it was comfortable underneath even if the sequins made it seem otherwise. With her hair styled as a chignon again, she topped it with a pearl headband and earrings to match. “Is it too much?”

Seonghwa’s expression was that of awe once again. If he wasn’t already astonished by her previous blue number, he was certainly blown away now. He blinked a few times, realizing how silly he must have looked, seeing how beautiful she was. “I’m convinced you must be a princess,” He said quietly, a big smile forming on his face.

“Thanks, it took me all afternoon to look for this,” Juhyun chuckled, slipping on the matching black sequined cover up so as to keep herself warm when they were going to step outside.

“Remember, like what I said before, if it gets overwhelming, let me know and we’ll get out of there,” Seonghwa held out his arm for her to hold on to.

“I knew a Huntsman suit would look great on you, by the way,” She said, feeling the material of his sleeve under her fingertips. “It makes you look even more princely,” Juhyun smiled as they walked into the elevator.

“Will we be seeing the same people again?” Seonghwa asked, even if he kind of knew the answer to that already.

“Yeah, but let’s hope we don’t sit next to Jihan and Eunbi again,” Juhyun sighed as the elevator doors closed in front of them, taking them down to the parking lot, where Seonghwa parked his car.

“I hope so too, or else I’d have to kiss you again, or we’d have to make out,” Seonghwa teased as they arrived in the parking area.

Juhyun laughed. “Fingers crossed we don’t do anything too drastic,” She said, in the same playful nature as him.

Seonghwa chuckled, getting in the driver’s seat. “How have you been? I know we’ve both been busy with work, but I remembered what I told you in Macau, so I was wondering about it.”

“Oh, um,” She was taken by surprise at the sudden question, immediately remembering what he told her at the time. “I’ve been okay. Like you said, we’ve both been busy with work, but I’m as okay as anyone. Woojin has been wondering where you are and why you don’t come over often,” Juhyun giggled as she recalled the little boy’s questions to her when she would take the afternoon off to babysit him. “But I’ve been learning, you know, what you said, about living in the moment?” She looked out the window when he began to drive them away.

Seonghwa glanced at her as he drove the car back into the road. He remembered what his parents told him. “So, I have something to tell you,” He said, and he sensed she was looking at him. “My parents, and my brother… they know about us, and I kind of told them we were seeing each other for a few months already…” He bit his lip.

Juhyun observed how unsettled he got. She figured this was to be expected. It was impossible for Seonghwa to keep them out of the loop, not when the media and the press had already announced that they were dating in the society columns and especially not when it was no longer big news in her crowd. Still, she didn’t want to make him even more nervous than he already was. “...Were they asking to meet me?” She said quietly.

It was her turn to reach over and hold his hand assuringly, making him glance at her. “No, they said they’ll meet her when I’m ready to have you meet them. It’s okay. At least I bought us some time,” He replied, squeezing her hand.

“We might be meeting my parents in another event coming up, just so you know,” Juhyun brought up. “I guess we’re even.”

“I guess we are,” Seonghwa squeezed her hand again, letting go to drive.

They arrived at the hotel soon after, now aware to smile and wave at the photographers standing by for a few moments. Juhyun and Seonghwa’s hands remained linked, Seonghwa taking the extra mile to tilt his head down to look at her with admiration. Juhyun caught on by looking at him the same way, until she started giggling the more they looked at each other in that manner. “Are they done now?” She mumbled.

“Just about,” Seonghwa bit back a laugh at the question as they moved on, stopping for her to register the two of them and were directed to the table they were going to be seated at.

Compared to the previous event they went to, the color scheme for this one was black and gold, with drapes of both colors hanging all around the place, the large three-tiered cake also in the same colors as the theme. Club music was playing in the speakers, contrasting with the black tie setting that they figured was nothing unusual. Seonghwa was certainly used to it, having EDM music blast through the speakers in the midst of an art auction that was held at the museum.

“Juhyun! Seonghwa! I’m so glad you made it!” Jo squealed as she went up to them, her golden chiffon gown standing out in the midst of mostly-black ensembles of the men and the women. Behind her was Jongho, who gave Seonghwa a nod as a greeting.

“I wouldn’t miss it, I had to be here for you two, otherwise who would?” Juhyun teased while Jongho was quick to take the drinks from the server, handing them the flutes of peach bellinis. “Hey Jjong,” She said to him.

“Hi, I heard about what happened last time, definitely shut Jihan up, didn’t it? Good move,” Jongho grinned in approval. “Jo was obligated to invite them over by her parents,” He nudged his girlfriend, who pouted.

“I didn’t want to, but knowing my parents, they’d kill me if I didn’t include them in the guest list,” Jo rolled her eyes. “But you two don’t have to worry, you’re going to be sitting next to bridezilla and the groom themselves though,” She laughed.

“Wouldn’t they make some scene when they go in? They’re going to be the talk of the launch with their wedding coming up,” Jongho pointed out.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t try, well I’m sure Dongwoo wouldn’t, but Jinri might entertain them,” Juhyun said.

“Wedding of the year, isn’t it?” Seonghwa chimed in, fully understanding the situation. He never thought he would end up where he was now, socializing amongst the elite this casually. They nodded.

“If you bring up that you own an art museum, she’ll want to check it out and maybe ask if she could have her wedding there, just saying,” Jo suddenly said.

Seonghwa chuckled while eyeing the entrance to see if the said couple was entering. “If she wants her wedding there, I’ll have to see, I guess,” He shrugged. He was glad at times to practically be his own boss, but in this case? He wondered how he would turn the schedules upside down to accommodate two people who seemed to be just as admired as the royalty elsewhere. Then again, it wasn’t as if they had decided on it yet, and Seonghwa wanted to smack himself for thinking too much of it just after Jo made the suggestion.

Juhyun nudged him, sensing how he was feeling, and he was quick to snap out of it completely, taking a sip of his drink. “Jinri would probably do it, but hopefully she won’t, the museum’s pretty busy nowadays, isn’t it, Hwa?” She asked.

“Yeah, we’ve got a lot of activities lined up, feel free to drop by, we’ve got a fashion history exhibit coming up,” Seonghwa suggested.

“We will take you up on that, let us know? Both of you? Oh yeah, before you two leave in a half hour,” Jo gestured to the room that led to a lounge. “Let the people in registration know, there are things I want both of you to have,” She glanced at Seonghwa with a pleased smile while Jongho looked amused.

Seonghwa nodded, intrigued with what she might be giving them later. “We will. We better sit down,” Juhyun assured them, waving at them as they walked off to their table, already seeing their place cards when they approached the spread. Seonghwa pulled out the chair for her to sit down before taking a seat himself.

“This is what you have to go to a lot, hmm?” Seonghwa asked curiously.

“Yeah,” Juhyun gave him an apologetic look, tilting her head a little as she sensed the change in his demeanor. “Are you still thinking about the whole meeting with your parents?” She asked carefully.

He stared at her. “You can tell, huh?”

“A little,” She said, linking her arm with his as they sat close to each other. “But let’s try to enjoy the minutes we’ve got here, they already know I tend to leave early,” She assured him.

Seonghwa shook his head. “Let’s stay a little longer than what you’re thinking of. It’s a waste of this suit, and your dress,” He said, a small smile forming on his lips.

“If you’re sure. If one of us is getting overwhelmed, we’ll leave, alright?” Juhyun reminded him. Somehow the situation had turned, and she figured maybe it was because Seonghwa was getting nervous knowing that his family now knew and recently talked to him about it, but she tried her best to assure him it would be fine, even if they were both nervous about the thought.

The launch had progressed, Seonghwa and Juhyun clapping and watching the executives from Jo’s family business including Jo herself make speeches. The EDM music returned on full blast after Jo’s father announced that they all enjoy the rest of the night. Some of the tables were being cleared away for people in their dresses and suits to dance. They stayed seated, watching everyone else dance and the couples kiss and cuddle in their seats surrounding their table.

Juhyun turned to him, quietly observing the way he looked at everything with wonderment. He soon caught her gaze and they exchanged soft smiles. “Enjoying it so far?” She whispered in his ear.

“Yeah, but it’s getting stuffy, I have to admit, even with this suit on,” Seonghwa joked, making her laugh.

“Jinri and Dongwoo probably decided to skip the party,” Juhyun noticed the vacant places at their table.

“Probably, but I wouldn’t put it past them to find something else to do with their time,” Seonghwa winked, chuckling.

“Sex does seem to make people look good,” Juhyun laughed. She took a sip of her water and sat back. The guests in the dance floor were beginning to dance a little rowdier than earlier, and she could tell that the music had only gotten louder the longer they sat. She sat up. “I think I’d want to get out of here now,” She said quietly.

“Then let’s go, we can stop for coffee or tea at Miryo’s cafe if you want,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of them got up.

They waved Jo and Jongho over, the couple breaking away from their dancing to come over to them. As soon as Juhyun mentioned that they were leaving, Jo pulled them into the lounge area where they saw shelves of large suitcases all lined up. She gestured for the two staff members to pull out two of the suitcases where Seonghwa saw had their names on them. “Jo, you didn’t,” Juhyun looked at her friend incredulously.

“I couldn’t resist. The marketing company that usually does the gift bags for the Oscars called me and I thought this was a good time to have some made,” Jo giggled.

“No wonder I got so many suitcases like these a few weeks ago,” Jongho figured it out as well. “You know I had to give some away to my team.”

“This is as large as the million-won Dom Perignon Kibum made us drink in Macau,” Juhyun muttered to Seonghwa, who gaped, still looking shocked at the suitcase that had his name on the tag.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like it, Juhyun,” Jo teased. “But if you really don’t want it, then give it away to people you know.”

“You’ve given us so much of these over the years, I wonder when you are ever going to run out,” Juhyun pointed out. “But because you’re my friend, I will wonder where I’m keeping this.”

“Open those when you get home, there’s a lot of stuff in there, I will tell you right now,” Jongho said to the taller male.

The valets helped Juhyun and Seonghwa lug their gift suitcases to his car before they got in. Once Seonghwa drove them away, they sighed in relief, but he was still unable to process the gift given to him, and calling it a gift bag seemed to be an understatement. “Is she really that generous?” He said, glancing at their suitcases that were peeking from the backseat.

Juhyun nodded. “Yes, she is. I remember Jongho saying that it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with her. She’s a very giving person,” She recalled.

“They seem to be crazy about each other. Everyone around you seems to be that way, all couples that are happily in love,” Seonghwa said quietly, glancing at her.

She smiled. “They all are and it’s so nice that they’re like that. It makes me feel like there’s something good even if it’s in this little expensive bubble.”

“I agree,” He nodded. “What do you think she put in there?”

“Knowing the company she got those from, and knowing her, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are plane tickets,” Juhyun said. “It can be overwhelming, seeing all of that stuff in there, but I don’t keep everything she gives us at her family’s events. I donate some of those if I can’t keep them.”

“She did say you can give it away,” Seonghwa smiled.

Silence fell between them as Seonghwa drove on, and he started to think about how their night seemed to have progressed, and what led up to tonight. How they had gotten so comfortable with each other that it was almost like a reflex that they were going to pose like a couple. He was surprised at his own boldness and he was sure Juhyun was also surprised at their boldness to engage in public displays of affection.

He soon pulled up in front of Miryo’s cafe, and they got down, realizing that they would be standing out once again amongst the sea of customers that were probably there. “Back from another event?” Miryo was quick to spot them coming in.

“Yeah, a product launch this time,” Juhyun replied before ordering her peach iced tea, Seonghwa ordering his marbled latte.

“Are you two going to come in here always dressed like that from now on?” San had come out from the back room, his hair slicked back and smelling like soap.

“Maybe, but this seems like a good spot to go to after the party we went to,” Seonghwa joked, making his friend laugh.

“I don’t mind it one bit, we could use some variety in customers. Today’s orders are on the house, so go make yourselves comfortable,” Miryo joked as well, gesturing for them to find a table and sit down.

“I wonder why I never went here until now. Had I known that this place has a skylight, I would’ve probably been here often,” Juhyun said as she looked up while they took their seats.

Seonghwa nodded in agreement as he looked up as well. “It must be nice to see when it rains.”

“It must be, yeah,” She murmured.

Silence fell between them once again as they waited for their drinks to arrive. It wasn’t awkward, but it was a comfortable kind of silence, knowing that they didn’t need to keep talking to enjoy each other’s company. It wasn’t long before their drinks arrived, with Miryo insisting that they stay here to enjoy the atmosphere.

“So,” He broke the silence, making her look up as she took a sip of her tea.

“So.” She said, wondering what to say next, until they burst into laughter. “Thank you again, for coming with me.”

Seonghwa smiled. “It’s why I’m here with you anyway. Thank you for taking me.”

“I should be telling you that,” She pointed out with a laugh. “You drove us there.”

“You had the invitation,” He grinned. “And you had the connection.”

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Family Dinner

Requested?: Yes! Anon requested an age-gap Spencer x Reader fluff where Y/N’s older sister starts flirting with Reid.

Word Count: 4.9K+

Author’s Note: I want to preface this and say I am getting back into writing, and the style of this is not my best work, but I liked writing it and I felt like I did the prompt justice, so I hope y’all enjoy.

Warning: Age Gap (24 and 35). Otheriwse, floof.

Being a Technical Analyst for the FBI had always been your dream job. You were a whiz with computers, and it didn’t hurt that your dark web connection Penelope Garcia was working there anyway. So, when, two years ago, you finished your Master’s and Penelope took you out for drinks to celebrate, you couldn’t refuse when she offered you the job. And just like that, you were an FBI Analyst. You were a part of a selected group of intellectuals tasked with aiding agents in whatever research they may require.

The job came with definite perks, you really couldn’t complain. Especially when, after your training and orientation, Garcia brought you on as her second in command for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. You would never forget your first day on the job, walking into the office and coming face to face with the man Garcia often referred to as Chocolate Thunder.

“So, you’re the new team member then?” Derek Morgan asked you with a wink, leaving you frozen on the spot with shock. Garcia had not downplayed his handsomeness at all.

“Leave her alone, Morgan. Poor thing looks like a rabbit in headlights.” A female scolded Morgan from behind you. A few clicks of her heels later, Emily Prentiss walked by your left shoulder into view, coffees in hand. She offered one to you with a smile, and you managed your first words of the day.

“It’s really nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N.” You offered a hand, and Prentiss shook it firmly. Why was everyone so attractive?

“So, darlin’, let me give you the rundown.” Morgan started, and you shook off the nerves. Everything would be fine, right? “This is the BAU. You are now a part of the Special Agents Unit of the BAU. Along with Garcia, you send us information while on the job to keep us informed, up-to-date and ready to catch serial killers, predators, rapists, you name it.” Morgan was friendly, confident in his words and walk as he led you around the office space. You had to walk double time to keep up.

“You’ve met me, and Prentiss, and obviously Garcia-“

“I met Agent Hotchner too. He interviewed me last week.” You added, nodding a hello to the Unit Chief as he exited his office. He sent one back, disappearing into a door to the left of his own.

“At the morning briefing you’ll meet the rest of the team. Rossi is in the office up there, our senior agent.” Morgan gestured to the door Hotch had just disappeared through. “Agent Jareau, we call her JJ, is our former correspondent turned agent. She has a son named Henry, that’s her desk there.” Morgan pointed it out, a clean and organised desk to your right sporting photos of a very happy family. “And Reid.” Morgan stopped at the most cluttered desk in the room, covered in stacks of books and files.

“Agent Reid?” You clarified, trying to commit all the names and general descriptions to memory. You glanced over his desk, one of the books catching your eye and causing you to smile. “He has good taste in philosophers.” You commented, picking up ‘Critique of Pure Reason’ by Immanuel Kant from the stack and flipping through a few pages of the title before setting it back down. Your eyes drifted back to Agent Morgan, who had a smirk on his face.

“Doctor Reid, our resident genius… I think you two will get along just fine.”

“What do you me-“ Before you could finish, the doors at the far end of the room opened to reveal a man maybe a decade older than yourself, though he didn’t look it, with messy hair and a bright smile to accompany his rather dishevelled appearance. A satchel hung from his right shoulder, a coffee cup in one hand and a case file in the other. Even from across the room, you could see the honey tones in his brown eyes, could see the creases around his mouth from smiling.

Why was everyone so attractive?

“Derek, I swear to God if you’ve messed with my filing system again.” The doctor marched his way over, seemingly not taking notice of you to be sure Agent Morgan hadn’t tampered with the chaos on his desk.

“Reid, be friendly. We have a new team member.” Morgan scolded, and Reid picked up the book you had looked at only moments before, setting it in the correct place before looking at Morgan. Then looking at you.

“Oh.” Was all he could manage, a flush coming onto his cheeks. “Sorry. I’m Dr Spencer Reid.” He introduced himself with a wave, and you waved right back with a small smile, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Y/N… You know, Kant was fairly inspired by the philosophy of David Hume when writing Critique of Pure Reason? Hume’s Treatise on Human Nature was insightful for Kant, compelling him to rethink his own views around religious and natural philosophy.” You offered the information with a nervous tap of your foot and a pull at the collar of your itchy dress shirt. You had bought it a few days ago with the hope of impressing, but it just made your nerves more apparent you thought.

“You like philosophy?” Spencer’s eyes lit up at that, and Morgan walked away with a smile and his arm folded. While you continued to discuss with the resident genius your opinions of the two western philosophers, Morgan had sat himself on Prentiss’ desk, holding up a twenty-dollar bill.

“Twenty bucks says those two are dating by the New Year.” Morgan offered the bet, gesturing to you and Reid as he spoke. Prentiss just grinned, pulling out her own cash to match Derek.

“I say Easter. Whoever’s closest?” She countered, the pair shaking hands just as Garcia called the team into the meeting room.

Two years later, you and Spencer had been together for a year and 3 months of that time. JJ ended up winning the bet, since after you established yourself as a long-term and useful member of the BAU the entire team got in on the betting action Derek and Emily had began on your first day.

You had all been out on the case this time round, flying out to Michigan for a serial killer case, and Hotch rewarded the team’s good work with a few days off. Cuddled into Spencer on the plane home, with your work family around you, it felt nice to know you’d get a few days with your favourite person to relax.

“So, what do you two lovebirds plan on doing?” Rossi asked with a raised eyebrow, forcing you to blush and lift your head from Spencer’s shoulder. The group had been going around, proposing ideas for their own time off: JJ was heading to a resort with the kids and Will, Prentiss was doing something called ‘Sin to Win’ in Atlanta, Morgan was planning to work out, Hotch was spending time at home with Jack, Garcia was looking forward to cuddling with Sergio on her couch. Now, the question rested on you and Spence. As you glanced out the window at the mid-day sun, the plane starting its descent into Virginia, your boyfriend spoke up with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face.

“Well, with Y/N’s birthday coming up, her mom and I talked, planned a birthday dinner so I could finally meet the family.” He admitted, and you looked up in surprise.

You and Spencer were very much meant-to-be, but when you first told your family you were seeing someone, they were a little worried, Spence being older and all. You were 24 and Spencer was 35, it made sense for them to be a little nervous.

Of course, you mom saw a photo of you together last Christmas and fell in love with him right away, all her doubts diminished. She had been demanding you bring him over for months now, and you had been hesitant. What if your family scared him off?

The fact that Spencer had taken it upon himself to reach out made your heart swell, and you squeezed his hand in your own.

“I probably should have run it by you first, right?” He said with a chuckle, and you smiled even wider.

“Not at all, it’s a wonderful idea.” You responded, followed by a chorus of coos from Garcia and JJ, and rolls of the eyes from Morgan and Prentiss.

Dinner with the family, what could go wrong?

“You look… Stunning.” The voice caused you to spin round and face your boyfriend, who was slack jawed by the dress you had decided to wear, consequently making you blush. You had chosen a navy satin slip dress; one you had bought a few months ago and never had the chance to wear because of work. It accentuated your features nicely, without hugging anything too tightly. You had let a few hairs fall loos from your bun in curls, chosen some simple jewellery that complimented your skin tone.

He had a reason to be slack jawed, and while you may not have admitted that two years ago, you could now.

“Guess we’re matching then.” You complimented back, slipping on some navy heels to finish your look before walking over to Spencer and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He had dressed up too, in a light blue button down and black dress pants, a blazer to match. Your destination for the birthday dinner was one of the nicest restaurants around, and Spencer had refused to let your parents pay for anything.

“Before we go, I have something for you.” Spence grinned, and grabbed your hand, leading you out to the living room of his cozy apartment. You had practically moved into his apartment in the last month, whenever he was home you were here. Spencer had paced ahead, pulling a present off the bookshelf and walking back over to you with a smile that could melt hearts.

“Spence, I’m not 25 for a couple of days.” You tried to counter the offer, feeling bad for taking a present early, but Spencer pressed it into your hands.

“Please?” He pleaded, and you smirked, reaching for your handbag and slipping it inside. He raised an eyebrow as you walked for the front door, waiting for an explanation.

“We’re already ten minutes behind. I’ll open it at the restaurant?” You suggested, and the doctor grinned after a moment, thinking over the idea.

“Deal.” He agreed, moving into the hallway outside the apartment and locking his door before offering you an arm, the pair of you walking down to his car.

On the car ride over, you really couldn’t contain your excitement. The last time you had done something so fancy was dinner with your family to celebrate your bachelor’s degree, and you were 20 then. It was almost 5 years since you had donned a dress so pretty to go somewhere so expensive, and it felt nice. Spencer just smiled to himself in the driver’s seat as you jabbered on, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside and light-headed.

How had he managed to get someone like you to love him, he would never know, but he wasn’t about to remind you that he was nowhere near your league. He wouldn’t risk letting you go.

You pulled up to the restaurant about an hour later, the car slowing to a stop being what stopped your spiel about new coding languages you and Garcia had begun using to boost efficiency in the tech cave you shared with your mentor. Suddenly, there was a lump in your throat.

“You ready?” Spencer asked as he turned the ignition off, a hand quickly coming over to hold the ones you had clasped on your lap.

“I just really want this to go well.” You admitted. Your family was great, your boyfriend amazing, but something was nagging at the back of your mind. Why were you so worried?

“Hey, look at me.” Spence said gently, turning your chin to look up into his eyes. “Everything is going to be perfect, alright? Your mom already loves me, my mom loves you, we have passed the important checkpoints.” Spencer reminded, and you thought back to when you had met Spencer’s mom Diane for the first time. She was so kind, so clever, you saw where Spencer got it from. The trip had been great and had led to you meeting Diane without Spence when you had the free time. By the way Spence spoke about your mom, even though they had only talked over the phone, reassured you, and gave you the courage to open the car door.

Spence was round your side of the car in an instant, helping you out of the vintage model Volvo and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as you straightened up your dress. The way he smiled, the heat from his lips on your cool skin, it amazed you. He was the fire to your ice, even if he didn’t know it. With a final kiss on the forehead for good luck, Spence led you into the dining establishment, a hotel and restaurant just outside of Baltimore named ‘Lotus’, and as you headed for the front door you noticed your parents’ car parked nearby, Pennsylvania license plates and all.

Spence’s hand didn’t let go of yours until you were at the reception desk, where he let go only to pull out a business card with the reservation information printed on it. The receptionist tapped away for a few moments, humming as he did, then smiled.

“Ah, Dr Reid and Miss Y/L/N, the rest of your party just arrived, they’ve ordered some cocktails on your behalf, we’ll be bringing them through now. If you would follow me.” The receptionist, who you quickly figured out was called Frank by the shiny nametag on his chest, ushered you both into a private dining area, equipped with a private bar and a fairly large table, your family sat around it.

“Sweetie!” Your mother squealed and pulled you into a hug before you had even taken the chance to say hello to everyone. “Aren’t you looking lovely? Have you lost more weight? You know you’ll be lighter than feathers if you don’t eat enough.” Your mom, in her fashion, complimented you with worry laced in her questioning before turning to Spence, who was grinning from ear to ear. He was finally seeing the person behind the voice and knew his mental image of your mom had been correct. She had a rounder face than you did, was around the same height, dressed like the typical middle-aged woman, with rosy cheeks and a flare for patterned shoes. “And you!” She moved from you to embrace Spencer, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Spence was always a bit of a germaphobe, but he had no problem having the air squeezed from his lungs by a woman half his size.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Y/L/N.” Spencer responded, the rest of your family making their way over.

Pleasantries were passed around, your father giving Spence the once over before extending a hand, your grandparents asking far too many questions with sincerity, your aunt and uncle thanking Spencer for arranging the whole dinner. Your worry was very quickly blown away by a) how lovely Spencer was being and b) by your family being so welcoming.

Only once the waiters had arrived did everyone sit down, a variety of cocktails on the table. You found yourself sat at the top of the table, Spencer to your right and your mom to your left. But, as everyone filled seats, you noticed an empty chair with a martini in front of it.

“Mom, are we missing someone?” You asked, wondering if your cousin Fiona or Aunt Cathy had flown in for the occasion from Canada. It would be the only logical explanation.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I guess working with the FBI clever clogs has given you a keen eye.” Your mom grinned, and you tried to stop your face from falling.

“V’s here?” You asked, taking a large sip from your drink, only to realise there was no alcohol in it.

“Who’s V?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow at your actions from over the menu. Your mother answered on your behalf.

“Veronica is Y/N’s big sister. Flew in from Paris just to see you.” She chimed, and you held back the groan.

“I didn’t know you had a sister, babe.” Spencer sounded rather surprised, but with his profession and aptitude, it didn’t take long for him to see through your smile and determine that Veronica was not someone you particularly liked.

“Yeah, we haven’t talked in years. She’s been in Europe since I was 14?” You suggested, gesturing for the waiter. “Sorry, could I get something stronger?” You asked quietly, trying not to listen to your mom and dad gush about V.

“Veronica is a ballerina, the current Prima Donna for the Paris Ballet. She’s held the title for, oh, almost 3 years now. She is a spectacular dancer…” Your relatives continued on, explaining the successful career of your sister who was probably a room over, listening through the wall.

“Ma’am,” The waiter got your attention again. “Do you have ID, the woman who ordered your drink said you weren’t allowed alcohol.” The waiter said with a weak smile, and you let out a curt laugh before reaching into your bag to find your wallet.

“Unbelievable…” You found yourself muttering and handed over your ID to the waiter. He checked it over, apologised, and went to fetch you a new drink.

“So, you still can’t take a joke then?” the voice you had almost forgotten after years of absence was like an alarm in your head, and you did your best not to scream from shock. Veronica walked towards the table from the far side of the room, dressed in white and looking just as cruel as the day she left home. Beautiful, yes, but cruel.

“Hello V.”

“Hey, baby sis.” The silence that followed was tense, and your relatives seemed confused by why. It was a sister reunion, where was the hugging, the tears?

“We haven’t met yet,” Your boyfriend interrupted the quiet by standing up and pulling out the chair beside his for your sister. “I’m Spencer.”

“Well hello Spencer, I’m Veronica.” She said in a cheery voice, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. She strutted her way along the table, squeezing grandpa’s shoulder as she went, and pressed a kiss to Spencer’s cheek in greeting, staining the tanned skin with red before sitting down and reaching a hand towards you. “I missed you sweetie, we have so much to catch up on.” A look to your left, your mom giving you a warning look, your dad’s face one of pleading, you plastered on a smile to match your outfit and reached over, squeezing V’s hand with a tilt of your head.

“I missed you too.” You lied through your teeth, sitting back in your chair as waiters came by to take orders.

There wasn’t much of a chance for you and Spencer to talk all evening, your mom and dad asking you constant questions about work and Spencer and Penelope, all the while your sister seemed to latch herself on Spencer like a leech. By the time mains were finished and dessert menus were being handed out, you had watched your older sister touch your boyfriend no less than 12 different times, and you heard her giggle at his conversation at least 23 times in the last hour.

“So, Spencer,” Your auntie asked, and you silently thanked her for shutting up Veronica. “How did you and Y/N meet? I mean, do you work in the same department at Quantico?” She sent a wink your way, and you took another sip of your cocktail, having moved from vodka to rum based drinks.

“Well…” Spencer flushed, and took your hand, resting them on top of the table. “Y/N and I work in the same department at the FBI. She’s our eyes and ears when the rest of the team are on the ground. The first day she walked into the office, I remember…” He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back, the rest of the table falling quiet to listen. “I remember she was getting the tour of the office and had moved one of the books on my desk. I was going to get mad, I’m not a fan of my desk being disturbed, but she smiled at me with these wide eyes and told me all about David Hume and Immanuel Kant and I just knew she was amazing. And we became friends as the job assists people to, but those first nine months she was in the office I was just waiting, just waiting for the right moment to ask her out for coffee.” You leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, smudging the stain your sister had left. “The rest is sort of history, to be honest. I never thought I’d get so lucky.” The coos from your mom, aunty and grandparents, along with the nods of approval from your uncle and dad sort of sealed the deal for you that your family were as charmed by Spencer as you were.

“Are we ready to order desserts ladies and gentlemen?” The waiter asked, notepad at the ready. You flashed one last smile at Spencer before dropping his hand so you could both decide on your final course, not noticing the storm cloud that had formed over your older sister’s head.

Now, you would never admit you liked your family better tipsy, but after Spencer paid for dinner without a complaint and your grandparents, of all people, suggested more drinks, who could refuse? The table was cleared as your group sat at the bar, drinking into the late evening. Pair by pair, your grandparents gifted you a new watch before retiring to their room upstairs, then your aunt and uncle presented you with a new book on coding languages for work, until you were just left with your mom, dad, Spencer and V. You had all had quite a few drinks, your sister the most, but with everyone heading up to rooms, it would only be a matter of time before you and Spencer got a cab home as well.

“Y/N, Y/N.” Your dad came over, still sure in his step unlike your mother, who was dancing to the background music in the room’s centre. “25 is a big thing, and we wanted to get you something special. Of course, with your work and all, we weren’t sure what but…” You dad pulled out an envelope and handed it over to you. You placed your drink down on the bar, a smile on your face as you opened the gift, pulling out a slip of paper from inside.

“Dad… New York?” You said, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I know you don’t get a lot of time off and all, so it’s a voucher for a hotel in the city for a few nights, when you and Spence get the chance. I was looking for some stuff that’s happening soon, and I saw a new computer exhibition opened up at the museum, and the university is always hosting philosophy talks and I just…” He smiled, wiping a tear from your cheek. “I’m really proud of you sweetheart, your mom is too. You’ve grown up into such an accomplished and amazing woman, it’s all we could ever ask for.” You jumped from your chair and wrapped your arms around your dad tight.

“Thank you, I can’t wait to tell Spencer… Spen-” You looked around the room to find Spencer and V had disappeared.

“They went outside my love!” Your mom hollered, beckoning your father to dance with her. You nodded and made your way out, leaving your parents to dance as you left the comfort of the private room for the cool night air.

“… a little young for you…” You caught the tail-end of the conversation as you headed outside, spotting V and Spencer stood just along the road, the former holding a cigarette between manicured fingers. Their faces were lit by the lights inside, shadows cast on the pebble car lot. Most of the cars had left, leaving the few of guests that were staying over that evening.

“I think we need to get you some water Veronica.” Your boyfriend countered, offering her an arm back inside.

“Oh, don’t be stupid Doctor.” V responded with a giggle, and you watched her pull him close. “We both know who the better sister is.” Her words made your face and stomach drop at the same time, and left you frozen in place. Of course, once again, your sister tried to take what was yours. She didn’t just have to outshine you for years, to bully you and mock you, to scare away the boys you liked as a kid, no. No, now she had to return to the US after a decade away and try and steal your boyfriend.

The thing was, you wouldn’t even be mad at Spencer if she succeeded… You had been given countless reminders that V was better looking, more athletic, more charming, just better than you in every way she demanded counted. Your smarts were nothing compared to her beauty, and she let you know it your entire childhood. She was five years older than you and still acting like you were teenagers.

“Actually, I don’t think we agree on that front. You see Veronica, I know people. I study them, that’s my job. And when someone decides to return home unexpectedly to celebrate the birthday of the younger sister they berated for an entire childhood, it says two things. First, that the attention you had in Paris has either disappeared or been removed completely from your life. And secondly, the only way you feel good is tearing other people down. It’s a shame that you can’t be proud of Y/N the way the rest of your family are, the way I am, because it just means you don’t love yourself… I know who the better sister is Veronica, and it’s not the one standing in front of me.” Spencer’s response shocked you from your stupor, and you found yourself walking towards the pair, your heels indicating your presence to the pair.

“Hey V, babe.” You addressed them both, Spencer taking the chance to pull you in for a kiss by the waist, leaving you giggling.

“Let’s head inside, I want your parents to see the gift I got you.” Spencer suggested, not looking at V for a moment once you had entered his vision. With a nod and your hand slipping around his waist the same way his arm held yours, you both headed inside, leaving V to contemplate the words Spencer had dealt her, the hard truth he had laid out.

“I forgot to say,” You grinned up at Spence, who return the expression as the pair of you entered the private room once more. “Mom and dad got us a voucher for a stay in New York. I was thinking we head next time we get a few days off?”

“That sounds amazing…” Spencer pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling out a chair for you at the table then retrieving your handbag. “Close your eyes.”

“Ok, I’m ready for my present.” You followed the order, your eyes fluttering shut, and your hands held out in front of you. Your parents watched on as Spencer placed the gift he had given at his flat into your hands.

“Open.” He directed, and your eyes opened, a smile on your face. Your hands were quick to open the small, slim box, wondering if he had bought you a CD or something similar.

Instead, you found a locket necklace and a small velvet bag in the centre of the present.

“Spence…” You smiled, beckoning him over to help you clasp the necklace on. It had your and Spencer’s initials on it, a more materialistic gift than you would have thought Spencer would get you, but beautiful, nonetheless. “Are these matching earrings?” You questioned, opening the velvet bag in the centre.

“No.” Spencer said softly as you removed the item from within.

A key.

“I found us a place, in DC… With a study and everything, all the books and tech space we could want… Y/N, I know this might be too fast, but you are the person I want to spend my life with. And I know we aren’t at the wedding bells stage quite yet, but I thought this would be a good step to take in our relationship.” Spencer rambled on, and you leaned forward to shut him up with a kiss. It was soft and sweet, Spencer tasted like coffee and chocolate and booze and it made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Yes.” You answered his question before he even asked it to the applause of your rather drunk parents. “Yes, of course I’ll move in with you... I love you, Spencer Reid.”

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N… Should I order that taxi to the new apartment then?” Spence asked, and you nodded fast, gathering your things and kissing your parents goodbye.

And, despite whatever V had been up to that night, you left your birthday dinner to your new home, the home you shared with Spencer, the home you would keep with Spencer for many years to come.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #dr spencer reid #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #bau #criminal minds

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going-fancognito · 4 years

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okay, so I do a bit of archery irl (not very good at it tho) and I just had an idea that I was wondering if you could please write some headcanons for. My idea was that Revali decides to train his crush in archery as a ploy to spend more time together, only to discover that they're an absolutely horrible archer and have never held a bow in their life.

Guess who’s back with head canons y’all?

I might be a little slow with the posting, but I should be back in business in head canons. (Yay) But anyway, here you go anon!

Oh dear Hylia, does he regret this plan

Initially, he thought it would be a great way to spend some one-on-one time with you

(And to show off his skills)

(Hot Weird flex but ok)

What it did instead was test his patience

Two hours of training, and your arrows were still nowhere close to hitting the target

He’s actually getting more frustrated about it then you are

Has to bite his tongue more then once to avoid snapping at you

At one point it looks like you’d finally land a hit, but the arrow just bounces right off the wood

….HOW!??

It’s like the bow itself physically hates you

Eventually, the poor guy needs a break

Will quickly fly a lap or two around the mountain to cool off

Once he’s settled down a bit, he’ll come back to check your progress (if you made any) and-

WHY WAS THE BOW AIMED TOWARDS YOURSELF!??

Has to dive bomb his way down before you can accidentally shoot yourself in the face

Apparently, your mind had wandered off and you weren’t paying attention while drawing your bow

Revalli almost had a heart attack y/n, PLEASE show some sense

You’re only allowed to practice with suction cup arrows after that

Usually only hatchlings used these, but he considers you a special case

By the time you end lessons for the night, Revali is completely wiped out

He is never suggesting this again

Oh well

He’ll just simply have to rely on his natural charms to woo you

Luckily, he has plenty to spare

(*Author laughs hysterically in the distance*)

#revali x reader #revalixreader #botw headcanons #botw imagines #my writing

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hoseokmylovesworld · 3 years

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Yes, Dear | Sub!Jin

Pairing: Sub!Jin x Dom!Reader

Requested: “Can i request top sub Jin x bottom dom reader?”

Genre: Smut, BTS smut, oneshot.

Length: 5,633k Words

Warnings: Strong language, oral sex (female and male receiving), fingering, mutual masturbation, BDSM, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, praise kink, choking, sight deprivation, spanking, slapping, cock ring, rope restraints, multiple orgasms, Top simp Sub!Jin, a very hungry Bottom Dom!Reader, sweet assistant Jimin, Smut with a plot.

A/N:

1. I said it was gonna be a while, but I lied. This was the easiest thing in my prompts to write and I have finals to finish so here you go! See y’all in a bit!

2. AH! I’ve never written for Jin before or for a male sub so for this to be the first entry under his name in my masterlist is...interesting to say the least aha. Our poor Jin

3. I hope it’s everytihng you ever wanted request anon. Y’all feel free to comment your thoughts!

You cursed for the nth time today when you opened your desk drawer to see that the folders you had been looking for, for over fifteen minutes weren’t there either. You sighed heavily, plopping into your computer chair and holding the intercom that connected you to your assistant. “Jimin, can you come here please?” You rushed out frustratedly.

He came into your office not thirty seconds later with that same old attentive expression that seemed to be glued to his face. “Yes, Miss Y/L/N?” You groaned. “For the last time, call me Y/N.”

“Yes, Y/N.” He nodded quickly. “What can I do for you?” The black haired boy chirped eagerly.

“Can you find me some more folders? Hanging file, manila, tab folders, I don’t care, just bring me some please? I don’t know how I didn’t notice I ran out-” You made a sweeping motion with your hand and knocked your coffee cup off the desk in front of you and into your lap. Scalding coffee spilled onto your blouse and skirt, burning your chest and seeping into your shoes.

“Fuck!” You yelped, jumping up from your seat to avoid further spillage, making Jimin jump in the process. You close your eyes and attempt to gather yourself. You do what your therapist suggests and count down from ten to get your breathing back in order and your temper in check. You knew this day was going to be shite when you were running late for work. When the barista got your order wrong and had you sipping on disgusting coffee all day. When you stepped into a puddle on your way into the building. When you couldn’t seem to find anything in your office and it’s being proven as you look down at the brown liquid soaking into your cream blouse that today was indeed a shitty day.

“Jimin, find me a new blouse as well.” You grumbled, going to clean up the mess.

He spoke up shyly. “Uh, where should I get-”

“Just get one!” You exploded at him regretting it immediately, but he was scurrying out of the office in search of the folders and blouse before you could apologize.

You finish cleaning to the best of your ability before collapsing once more. You rested your elbows on the desk and massaged the bridge of your nose defeatedly. You didn’t need this, you thought bitterly.

You needed comfort, release, reassurance. Upon making this conclusion, you sat up and pulled out your phone to text your fiance because you decided you need to let off some steam.

“It’s been a day and I need you to take care of me. I want dinner on the table and a foot rub when I get home. Understood?” You pressed send easily, fully expecting your partner to come through with no questions or complaints. And just as you suspected, his reply was prompt.

“Yes, dear. I can’t wait to see you, my beautiful goddess.” You smiled fondly down at your phone. He always knew just how to lift your spirits. You went about the rest of your day feeling slightly better, knowing what was waiting for you when you got home.

On your way out of the office, you spotted Jimin at his desk and paused. “Hey, Jimin. I’m sorry about earlier. Today has not been the best.” You stammered softly.

His eyes widened with understanding and he rushed out sympathetically, “Oh, no, it’s okay. I get it.”

“Okay, good. I mean, thank you. Have a good day.” He wished you the same and then you were all but running to your car to get home to your fiance.

You entered the house and breathed in deeply, closing your eyes at the amazing savory smell filling the room. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Seokjin rounding the corner into the foyer in his crisp white apron that you loved so much. He wore a baby blue button up and black slacks, looking as handsome as you had ever seen him. He removed his apron and tossed it over the back of the couch before he approached you.

“Hello, dear.” He hummed with an affectionate smile and then cupped your cheek in his hand, bringing your face to his for a chaste, but amorous kiss. You returned it wholeheartedly, just happy to be home and with him again. He pulled away too quickly for your liking and you caught the neckline of his shirt, bringing him back down to you forcefully.

You capture his lips in a more wanton kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. He smiles into the kiss and even hums giddily into your mouth. Your lips moved and molded against each other sensually as Jin finally brought his hands to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You suddenly reached up and tugged on his hair harshly, separating your mouths. You smirked at the gasp that left his perfect lips.

“I missed you, kitten.” You purred, leaning in to place feather light kisses on his neck. He shuddered slightly at the sensation, and at the pet name; the one that let him know what time it was. His attitude turned docile and he was ready to take orders. He purred right back in anticipation, “I missed you too, dear.”

“What did you make me?” You murmured, nosing gently at his jugular and taking in the smell of his intoxicating cologne.

“You’re favorite, of course.” He spoke matter-of-factly. You beamed up at him, pearly whites on full display. “You truly are magnificent.”

“It was nothing, dear.” He insisted.

“Nothing my ass, it smells phenomenal in here. Pick up that apron.” You released your grip on his hair and shoulder and grabbed his hand, leading him to the kitchen. You were stopped short because once you entered the dining room, you saw a full romantic spread at the large table.

The chair at the end of the table and the chair to it’s right each had a steaming plate of chicken parmesan over spaghetti with meat sauce and a glass of red wine set out for it. He laid out the good napkins and silverware as well as a vase of flowers and lit candles to set the mood. You looked back at him with a raised, impressed eyebrow and a grin to match. You knew he would come through, but you were just expecting dinner.

“Someone’s trying to earn some brownie points, huh?” You allbut swooned, rubbing his chest sensuously.

Jin shook his head. “I just live to please you, dear.” He rebutted genuinely. You leaned up to give him another slow, lush kiss. “Good. Because I have plans for you.” You promised once you backed away. He hummed agreeably in reply and pulled out your chair before asking permission to put away his apron. “May I be excused to hang this up, dear?”

“Yes, kitten, but hurry back.” You sat down and placed your napkin in your lap, ready to dig in. Jin was back in no time and the two of you talked about your days over the lovely dinner that he cooked for you. “More wine.” You spoke suddenly and Jin knew you weren’t asking so he quickly got on his feet to retrieve it. “Yes, dear.” And with that he was off to the kitchen. After your second glass you were feeling tipsy, but you needed more than that to relieve your stress.

“Come, kitten.” You got up from the table and headed over to the couch in the living room. Jin watched you make yourself comfortable from afar, waiting to be given an order.

“Come rub my feet.” You called to him. He was on the couch in seconds flat, taking your foot carefully in his hands and massaging immediately. You were moaning in no time, tilting your head back to rest on the arm of the chair. “That feels so good, kitten.” You sighed, almost melting into the cushions.

You watched him work and admired how engaged he was with what he was doing. His genuine desire to please you turned you on even more than his cooking skills. “Touch me, kitten.” You spoke suddenly in a deep, jaded voice while making a come hither motion with your fingers in his direction.

He took his massage from your feet to your legs to your thighs and up the sides of your hips, kneading your body deliciously all throughout until he was fully nestled in between your thighs. His hands caressed your torso and travelled further north to give the same treatment to your breasts. He moved slowly and thoughtfully in case he did something you didn’t like or wanted to stop abruptly.

But no objections were heard and so he unbuttoned your replacement blouse and dragged your bra cups down. He tweaked and sucked on your nipples until you were moaning again, letting out some moans of his own to let you know he was enjoying himself just as much. The vibrations made you gasp deliciously. You grabbed his face swiftly and brought it to yours for a fierce kiss before imparting, “Now rub my clit.” against his lips.

He moves fast, as usual, removing your skirt and underwear before getting to work, still playing with your breasts with his free hand. He collected the juices that had been flowing from your opening since you laid eyes on him tonight and marvelled at the sight as if it was the first time he’d seen it.

“You feel how wet you make me, kitten?” You cooed, petting the back of his head.. “Yes, dear.” He panted, pressing three firm fingers to your clit and rubbing in a slow circular motion while making eye contact.

“Aawwww fuck, kitten. You make me feel so good. Always know just the right buttons to push on me, don’t you?” You whimpered proudly, devouring his plump lips once more. “Yes, dear.” He mumbled, loftily against your hungry mouth, rubbing your clit even harder at the praise he was given. You spasmed slightly, bucking your hips up into his hand. “Hngh, now I want you to use your mouth, kitten.”

Jin scooted back towards the other end of the couch, fondling your body lovingly on his way down. He finally came face to face with your core and ran his fingers chillingly down your thighs before he was pressing them down to your chest so that you were on full display for him. “Yeah, eat me like you mean it, everything you did to me, I want you to lick it all up like a good little kitten.” You panted, looking down at him with hungry eyes.

“With pleasure, my dear.” He purred deeply before taking your clit in between his lips and licking the bud of nerves all while making heavy eye contact. You let out a sharp hiss at the brilliant sensation. “Ohahoho, you motherfucker.” You chuckle breathily through clenched teeth, gripping Jin’s scalp again and giving a loving tug. “Looking up at me with those pretty eyes while you eat my pussy.”

Your crood words went straight to his dick and he let a small moan slip out of his mouth. The vibrations sent a shock of pleasure through you and forced you to hold his head as close to your sopping cunt as possible and rut against his mouth.

He was fully lapping at your juices now, mouth wide open for his tongue to stroke you clit sloppily and making a mess, just the way you liked it. His mouth and your lips glistened with your essence, you could literally feel it dripping down your asshole and onto the couch. “God, I love that fucking mouth!” You squeaked. “Eating that pussy like you fucking love it. Do you love it, kitten?”

He nodded immediately, getting his nose involved in the fun and hummed noisily against your clit in agreement. But you needed to hear it. “Tell me you love it.” You ordered sternly. “I leurve uet.” He professed sincerely into your pussy, staying focused on his task of making you cum. Lucky for both of you, you were almost there.

“Ugh, hhh-yes, kitten. Put your fingers in me, now.” You barked out another order, which Jin was happy to take and had no trouble shoving two fingers into your perfectly soaked cunt, curling them and railing them into you at the perfect speed to get you off.

“Hungh, fuck! Make me cum, kitten, come on!” You chanted up to the ceiling with your eyes clenched shut, focusing on that extraordinary release. He grunted desperately into your cunt, sending you into your first orgasm of the night.

You let out a silent cry as your body quaked with the pleasure only your fiance’s mouth could deliver. You rode out your high in a moaning, shaking mess beneath him, grinding your core into his face and on his fingers as you came down.

You gently grasp his cheeks and lift his head up to look at you. He admired your breathtakingly fucked out expression and smiled lovingly as you brought his face closer to yours for a sloppy, languid kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips as your tongues swirled and explored each other's mouths and your lips smacked together lazily.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. My good little kitten.” You praised catching your breath, patting his wild hair down on the crown of his head. “Thank you, my goddess.” He whispered back, revelling in the adoration.

“Upstairs.” You gave him one final peck before you stood up from the couch. You begin your course to the staircase, when you have a better idea. You turn around to find Jin stopping in his tracks behind you with a slightly bewildered expression.

“On your knees, pet.” You directed sweetly. Jin got to the floor compliantly and assumed the position, looking up at you for further instruction. “Lead the way.” You gestured to the stairs and got out of his way, watching him walk casually up the stairs like a small child. You even got a great view of his ass from here, you thought pleasantly.

He entered your shared bedroom and stopped several feet in front of the bed. “You’re so good at waiting for direction, pet.” You commended him from behind, getting rid of the remainder of your offensive clothing. “Thank you, dear.” You drifted over to your nightstand to retrieve a sleep mask and covered his eyes with it. He swallowed thickly, wondering what you had planned for him now.

You crouched next to him and without a word, you delivered a hard smack to his clothed bottom. He jumped in surprise, but he didn’t make a sound. “And you’ve got such a great ass, too. I really lucked up didn’t I?” You chuckled quietly. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, dear.” He recited easily. “Good kitten.” You waited a long silent moment before gifting him another loud smack. “Thank you, dear.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, my goddess.” He vowed faithfully.

“And who else?” You drawled, groping his ass to your heart's content, because it was yours and no one could take it from you.

“Only you, my sweet goddess.” Another devoted promise fell from his lips bringing a smile to your face.

Your hand travels from his butt up his spine to his neck and into his hair. You give a lenient tug to the black strands before pressing your lips to his ear. “Do you love me, kitten?” You whispered melodiously, causing Jin to shiver. “With all my heart, my goddess.” You kiss the shell of his ear softly at the admission.

Your voice takes on a more weighted, lustful tone. “Are you hard for me?”

“I’m so hard for you, dear.” He answered, his breathing beginning to pick up now. “Oh, really? Let me see.” You reached over his side and found his crotch. He hissed when you ran your hands along the outline of his dick through his slacks and he was not lying. The feeling of it in your hand alone made you clench your thighs together to savor the throbbing between them. “I can’t wait to have this amazing dick inside of me.” You were fully groping him now, rubbing him through his pants and making his heart race faster.

“What do you wanna do to me, kitten?”

“I wanna make you cum, dear.” He moaned out roughly.

“That’s my good, boy. Now strip for me.” You waltzed over to the bed and made yourself comfortable to watch the show, spreading your legs and letting your hands drift to your clit to fully enjoy it.

He stood up in the same place, eyes still covered. He undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, unveiling a new section of creamy skin as he went and making your mouth water. You pressed down firmly on your clit that was still wet from previous activities and began moving your fingers in slow circular motions when Jin shrugged the button up off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He was entirely too sexy without even trying.

You got to watch his newly exposed muscles flex as he undid his belt and tossed that as well.

He unbuttoned the slacks and unzipped them in one motion and then stepped out of them, his full package on display with his boxer briefs not leaving much the imagination. You subconsciously rubbed at your clit faster, the lewd sound of your wetness becoming known to Jin.

“Take the underwear off.” You commanded a little harsher than you planned for. “Yes, dear.”

He quickly did as you requested so that you could now see his large cock standing at attention, his nearly purple cock head curving up to touch his stomach. “Walk forward.” You instructed, aware that he had no sight, but that he trusted you.

He walked in a straight line headed directly for you and once he was precisely in front of you, almost touching your knees that hung off the bed, you told him to stop. Your next order surprised Jin, but boy was he glad to hear it. “Touch yourself.”

“Yes, dear.” His hand jerked up to stroke his dick that was so close and beautiful that you were tempted to put it in your mouth, but you stopped yourself. You kept your eyes on his breathtaking body and watched him work himself over with his skillful hand, rubbing your clit rampantly at the sight. “I want you to cum for me, kitten. Can you do that for me?” You coaxed breathlessly.

He swiped at the head of his cock, collecting the precum before sliding his hand up and down the shaft again and faster this time. “Yesss, dear.” He breathed heavily. “You make me so fucking horny, I’m getting off at the sight of you stroking your cock.” He moaned at the thought, imagining it behind his eyelids.

You stopped rubbing your clit to insert two fingers into your sodden cunt and begin moving them in and out quickly, the sound of the two of you pleasuring yourselves filling the room. “You hear that, kitten?” Referring to the squelching noises produced by your actions.

“That’s what you do to me, mmm fuck, you’ve got me drenched and dripping onto the fucking bed.” You bit your lip, getting carried away with pleasure. “Ooooh, dear.” Your fiance moaned for you, his chest rising and falling heavily as he worked up a fine sweat on his brow.

You could feel your orgasm approaching as your arm gave up supporting you on the bed and you leaned back on your elbow. “Faster, kitten. I wanna, ungh, I wanna cum with you.” You gasped, giving up on holding yourself up entirely to play with your breasts and giving yourself over to absolute pleasure.

“Haah, y-yes, dear.” He stroked his cock even faster in hopes to catch up with you because lord knows what happens if he doesn’t. “Cum on me, kitten. Unnf-ha, I want you to milk that dick all over my pussy, I need it, pleaaassse.” You cried out, your back arching up to the heavens as you released all over your fingers blissfully.

“A-aahhh, aw, fuck!” Jin growled as he climaxed. You removed your fingers from yourself just in time because he did exactly as you asked and came long and hard, emptying his hot seed all over your already impossibly soaked cunt.

You shot up at the feeling of warm cum being sprinkled all over your nether region and couldn’t help, but giggle. “Take off the blindfold, kitten.” he did so as he caught his breath and finally got to take you in, somehow getting turned on again from looking over your fucked out form with his cum covering you. You looked him in the eyes as you gathered the cum on your lips and clit and inserted it into your pussy just to add to the fun. You liked things nice and sloppy, what could you say?

He watched you in awe, the visuals had his dick stirring to life one more. You raised your hand and curled your finger at him, signaling for him to come closer, although all he had to do was shuffle a few inches and bend down to be that much closer to you. You gripped his prominent jaw in your hand and laid a wet, potent kiss on his waiting lips, in which he gave one hundred percent.

“I knew you had spectacular aim, but I must say, this is a new feat, kitten.” You whispered proudly into his luscious mouth and he giggled into yours in response. “Thank you, dear.” He kissed along your cheeks and neck passionately. “But I believe you said a bad word, kitten.” Your suddenly stony tone caused him to freeze completely in his tracks.

“Didn’t you?” You demanded, wanting to hear it from him. “Yes, dear.” He whispered regretfully into your ear.

“And what is our rule on that, kitten?”

“The submissive must not utter any profanities during play time.” He recited from memory. You gripped his chin again and moved him back far enough to look you in the eyes. “So why did you just say it in my face?” You asked not letting go of him, feeling genuinely disrespected.

“You just made me feel so good, dear. When I ca-climaxed I only thought about making you feel good and I just couldn’t help myself, I’m so sorry, dear.” He stammered. You studied his face closely and found that your love was being earnest. “Thank you for your apology, kitten, I forgive you.” You pecked his lips and he smiled into the kiss. “But you need to be punished so we can make sure this kind of thing never happens again.” His smile falls, but it is replaced with a face of understanding. He nods in your hand and whispers, “Yes, dear.”

“Now, get your fine ass on this bed. On your back.” You barked and he moved quickly to position himself so as not to piss you off even further. You, on the other hand, moved back over to the night stand to retrieve the punishment. Jin’s face was only slightly concerned when you crawled on top of him and showed him the cock ring and lube.

“You’re going to wear this, I’m going to tie you to bed, and you’re going to let me use your dick to cum for as long as I want. Understood?” You deadpanned. He nodded instantly, eager to please you and get into your good graces again. “What was that?” You leaned in close with an ominous expression. “Y-yes, dear.” He stuttered out, nervously. “Don’t push your luck kitten.” You warned him.

He looked up at you with truly apologetic, wide eyes. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, dear.”

“It had better not...If it’s too much, you know the safe word.” You admonished and tossed him the items before going to tie his legs to the bed. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and focused on fitting his dick and balls through the tight silicone ring. He laid back and spread his arms out wide so they were at your mercy and ready to be restrained. “That’s a good boy, kitten.” You praised, caressing his arms as you wrapped the rope around them snuggly and attached it to the bed.

You climbed on top of him again, taking his semi-hard dick and running it up and down your incredibly slick folds causing Jin to toss his head back into the pillows and sigh. “Gotta get you nice and hard again so we can have some fun, kitten.” You press his cock to your heat and begin grinding back and forth on it, covering it with your combined juices. You feel him start to harden beneath you already and you couldn’t wait any longer so you sat up on your knees and impaled yourself on his cock.

He grunted loudly when you sank down on his length, attempting to hold his head up to see how he disappeared inside you inch by inch. You shuddered out a moan when your pelvis fully met his, you could feel your combined juices dripping down to coat his cock even further.

“Mmmh, my God, that dick is perfect, kitten. And it’s all mine.” You gasped as your hips moved up and down on his cock. “All yours, my goddess.” He keened in agreement, his arms flexing against the pull of the ropes and his tight stomach muscles tensing deliciously beneath you.

You lean forward to rest your hands on his chest while you bounce up and down at a new delectable pace, your ass slapping down on him to create loud, wet, vulgar noises in the large bedroom. He nudges that spot against your walls that had you seeing stars and your jaw drops, but no sound is released, just hot air wafting down to sweep across Jin’s face and vice versa. He looked up at you like you hung the moon in the sky and his dick in that delicious pussy of course. In his eyes you were perfect and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

Of course he had you near climax within three minutes of being inside you, that’s why you saved the best for last and had no intention of stopping any time soon. “Talk to me, kitten.” You spoke breathlessly, your hand reaching up to grip his throat in the perfect way that made his dick twitch inside of you, but still allowed him to speak.

“I love you, dear.” He blurted as if it was the only thing on his mind and had been dying to let it out. “I love everything about you-nnhg! How good you are to me, how sexy you are,” You stared deeply into his loving, fucked out eyes as you rode him like a woman possessed, chasing your high that was so close. “Tell me you want my cum.” You ordered through clenched teeth. “I want your cum, goddess, I want all of it gushing out for me.” He returned genuinely causing you to clench around him.

He continued, revelling in how you constricted him inside of you as you neared your climax. “I love how tight you are, the face you make when you orgasm around me, ugh-sss, how you take my cock so well, your flawless ass, I wanna touch you so bad-gnghnaaaaa!” He quivered as you suddenly came, silently creaming all over his cock. You spasmed and rode your high all the way to the end with your eyes rolling into the back of your head while Jin marvelled at you from below.

“Haahh, fuck.” You exhaled deeply before gathering yourself. When you finally managed to sit up again your hand came down to deliver a hard slap to Jin’s cheek, his surprised face turning to the side from the force. “Kitten, what is it with you and these curse words today?” You prompted, releasing Jin’s still hard dick from you and travelling to the dresser opposite the bed.

Jin sucked his teeth and clenched his eyes shut with regret. “I’m sorry, dear-”

“Yeah I'm sure.” You mocked, opening the drawer and pulling out a pair of lace panties. You climbed onto Jin once again, taking him inside of you wordlessly. The obscenely wet sound of his cum coated dick re-entering you made the both of you incredibly horny. “Do I need to gag you? So you can shut up and take this pussy?” You offered with a strong grind of your hips on his. “Ahh, yes, dear. I deserve it.” He panted.

You stuffed the panties into his mouth roughly and you could have swore you felt his dick twitch inside of you at the action. “Such a naughty boy.” You teased, rocking back and forth with his cock nestled so deep inside of you. He mumbled something through the gag and you just laughed maniacally.

“Ahaha, that’s right, kitten. Shut up and take this pussy.” You growled, bouncing up and down on his amazing cock. “Unnnffuck, I want you to split me wide open on that dick, kitten.” Jin just nods enthusiastically, his chest rising and falling frantically. “Is that what you want, kitten? You want me to keep fucking this cock til I cum all over you, again?” You whined, never taking your eyes off of him. He moaned loudly and nodded quickly.

“Mmmm, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum for you so hard, kitten!” You cried as you felt the familiar flame in the pit of your belly ready to explode. In the next second, you were shouting expletives and convulsing vigorously as your orgasm crashed through you. “Homygod, homygod, homygod,” You chanted, grinding your pussy down onto your finance’s public bone mercilessly. You bent down to grip his face and remove the gag before kissing him senseless. “You fuck me so good, kitten.” You mumbled into his perfect mouth earnestly before gripping his throat with a growl. “Now, make me cum again.”

For the next twenty minutes, you continued to ride Jin non-stop, cumming around him, kissing him, slapping him or twisting his nipples when he got out of line, choking him occasionally and watching his eyes get a shade darker each time. He enjoyed this just as much as you did and you both enjoyed the slick and sloppy noise of his cock being repeatedly stuffed inside you. The white, runny substance coated both of your genitals and thighs, sticking to your sweaty bodies and even creating a sizable stain below you.

You looked down at your pet to witness a tear fall out of the corner of his eye, but his expression was still full of lust for you. “Oh, kitten.” You sucked your teeth and cooed at him. “Do you wanna cum?” You spoke breathily, never wavering on his cock. “Yes please, dear.” He nodded desperately at the offer and tugged on the restraints instinctively.

“Okay, kitten. I’ll make you feel good, but only because you made me cum so many times tonight.” You squeeze him with your walls one last time making him wince before you were separating yourself from him. You walked on wobbly legs to where his wrists were attached to the bed and undid the binds and each side. Your face scrunched up in annoyance at the sight of all your hard work being worked off as Jin removed the cock ring and just placed it on the already ruined sheets.

He looked at you expectantly with hopeful eyes as you walked around the bed and climbed up directly in front of him. You took hold of his angry looking cock gently, not wanting him to bust just yet, and took the slick from your wrecked pussy and coated his length with it once more.

“Much better.” You whispered before placing your mouth on his cock and stroking generously. Jin’s body tensed strongly as he let out a wicked groan. The feeling of being free from the cock ring and your heavenly mouth had him on the very edge. “Ahh-sss. T-thank you, dear.” He uttered, placing a hand on your head and gently running it through your hair.

“Anything for my pet. I want your cum in my mouth, kitten. Make me choke on it.” You purred, listlessly, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. “Ha-aahhh! Yes, dear!” He yelped, cumming almost instantly, emptying himself feverishly into your throat. “Nnhga! Yes, yes, yes, yes, dearrrrr.” He groaned loudly when you swallowed around him, making sure you got every bit of his seed in your mouth.

You bobbed your head lazily on his cock even after he was spent, body limp on the sheets just about down from his climax. You crawled back in between his strong legs to cover his body with yours and capture his lips in an adamant, love-filled kiss. He returned the kiss lethargically and wrapped his arms around you. “You’re so good to me, baby. I love you.” You pecked his lips one last time.

He opened his eyes wearily at the new pet name in realization. “I love you too, Y/N. I can’t wait to marry you.” He muttered honestly, looking up at you with so much adoration in his eyes. You beamed back at him. “You stop that right now, Mr., or I’m gonna have to suck your dick again.” You threatened playfully. You both laughed heartily and got ready for bed, knowing you were going to be sleeping next to the person who accepts you and will love you no matter what.

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goldenlaquer · 4 years

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So I saw one anon ask for gintama characters hc's about attracting their s/o's attention, both sfw and nsfw. Could you do the same with Toyohisa and Naoshi from drifters please ? Thank you very muuuuch :D

Ah, I love it when my two fandoms interact like this. ( ´ ▽ ` )

For context, since this ask didn’t mention it, s/o is busy with work.

Drifters Headcanons (SFW and NSFW):

Kanno Naoshi:

Naoshi knows duty and loyalty as any other soldier would. But damn it if you were cooped up in that tiny-ass hut with nothing but papers and a distracted “just give me five minutes, Naoshi” every time he tried to bring you outside for a breather.

Now, Naoshi understands wanting space. He wants it all the damn time from the mutts who keep acting like they wanna piss all over him with that “sky god” schtick. But wanting space is different from having to pour every ounce of your attention in the paper in front of you, mindlessly writing over and over while dipping a tiny quill into a bottle of ink.

You’re long overdue for a break. And he’s going to give it to you.

(And what he doesn’t tell you is that having gone hours without seeing your face kind of made the sky look a bit grayer and the heat of the jungle more oppressive-- all that romantic poem shit)

Disregarding all the protests (”Just one more line. Promise!”), Naoshi brings you out of the hut, and if you’re still struggling to get back to work, he’ll just physically throw you over his shoulders and march out.

That’s how you find yourself sitting on an overturned tree by a cool stream, eating a fig that Naoshi had shoved to your lips. He stands before you, scowling as always and periodically urging you to sip fresh, cool water from his canteen.

Enjoy your break!

nsfw:

There’s a vein on his forehead and another angry one to match on his dick, and you’re oblivious, still scratching away at that damn paper. Why the fuck do you have to do all that paperwork anyways? For crying out loud, y’all are in the middle of a jungle out in the boonies. What’s the report so long for, huh? All you gotta write is: ‘it’s fucking hot as a rat’s ass out here’.

Growling under his breath, Naoshi sends another fervid look at your hut, before slamming his fists on the console of his plane, adding another scuff to the poor exterior and another add-on to his growing bucket of shit he’ll have to fix later.

And he has already tried jacking himself off, but the picky fucker’s already got a taste for you, refusing absolutely everything else in favor of your tight heat. Shit. SHIT. Naoshi slams his hot cheek against the console, glumly looking at the hut, squinting his eyes to look through the dark of night to try and find your candle--

“Naoshi?”

Everything about him perks up at the sound of your voice. He looks down over from the cockpit. Oh, if you weren’t a sight for sore eyes. You had stopped in the middle of work, startled from the sounds of loud bangs and curses outside of your hurt, and had come and see what all the commotion was about. Your eyebrows are drawn together in concern as you look up at him. “Naoshi? Are you okay?”

A maniacal grin forms on his face. He reaches over to grab your shoulders, a startled yelp coming out from you as he swiftly pulls you up into his lap.

“Yeah, I fucking will be.”

Toyohisa Shimazu:

His foot is loud in the way it taps against the marble flooring of the temporary office that you both have holed yourself.

It taps and taps and taps. And you had suggested that, perhaps, maybe he could leave if it was so boring for him to be there with you? And he had looked at you with such a kicked puppy look that you couldn’t find it in yourself to suggest it again.

But the man really can’t stop his boredom. When he’s not fighting or eating, he’s with you for your lovely company, and now that you’re busy, all Toyohisa can do is be restless

and fidget

and then fidget again.

He can’t help it. He can’t not move anything for such a long time. And how did you do it? How could you just sit there and push around your pen for hours? Even his fingers are sore in sympathy, and this is a man who can deliver 300 strikes with his sword without a single sweat broken.

Then, the chair that he’s perched on starts shaking, scraping against the floor with a high screeeee in response to the foot taps, a symphony of noise reaching deep in the recesses of your mind and latching on. You throw your pen down in surrender. You need a break anyway, and from the sound of it, Toyohisa needs it too.

nsfw:

Two holes are being drilled into your face.

Not just your face. You can feel the gaze as if it were a physical object, roaming up and down your body, lingering at your lip, throat, and breasts. You can barely concentrate on the words you are writing out-- your mind is more concerned about the other being in the room, currently sitting in the corner, ominously silent.

The eager puppy is nowhere near to be found. Instead, Toyohisa is a wolf, looking every inch the intimidating warrior he is.

You’d be foolish to not notice the stiff rising of his pants. He had stormed in the room in the same conditions too, his weapons already unfastened and tucked away somewhere else, and his feverish eyes had fixed in on you, looking at you as if you were his next prey.

You gulp, recalling stupidly telling him that you were busy and in reaction to your words, tension tightened his shoulders, but he had only nodded once in reply, a curt movement, before taking a seat to wait on you.

Toyohisa is barely holding on his last thread of sanity. His cock had been straining hard against the confines all day, eager to fuck itself in you. And even now, waiting for what feels like forever, he can’t will it to calm down.

The thread snaps when Toyohisa’s sharp gaze picks up the quick rising of your chest and the way you shift in your seat, a flush rising up on your cheeks.

You don’t notice him until papers are flying to the floor and rough hands are shoving you upwards out of your chair, turning you to face Toyohisa, who looks more beast than man, his breaths practically steaming out of his mouth.

“I think you’re done with work today.”

I got so carried away that I had to separate the nsfw section into a different category. ଘ(੭’ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

#drifters #drifters headcanon #drifters imagine #kanno naoshi #shimazu toyohisa #not sfw #definitely not sfw #answered ask #asks closed

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Y’all Really Wanted Crab Cakes Huh

Ok ok!! Here it is finally! I can drop my grandpa’s recipe if y’all like crab cakes, I know they’re one of my faves 😌💫

@creepy-bi-day, @the-acolytes-collection, @cryptic-writings, @maine-anon, @fuck-mcgee

“Today we’re gonna make a Boston special.” Jack grinned, swinging into your small kitchen from the hallway, “crab cakes.”

You lowered your glass from lips, raising your eyebrow skeptically at him.

“Jack, you can’t even cook an egg.” You snorted, “and you want to make crab cakes?”

“Hey, I just can’t make fried eggs. How hard can crab cakes be? Get some crab, smoosh it into a pancake, fry it.” He shrugged, and you put your face in your hands.

“Okay, one, do you know what kind of crab to use? And two, there’s a lot more ingredients than just crab.”

“Snow crab?” He guessed, and you laughed again.

“Alright, alright. The correct answer was shredded crab, I’m not cracking open a million crab legs, but you get points for naming an actual crab.”

“Give me some credit.” He snorted, “I grew up on the docks.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You teased, grabbing your wallet and standing up at the kitchen table, “let’s go, we have a lot of things to get since you don’t have anything in this damn kitchen!”

“I have eggs.” He said with a lopsided grin, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Okay, we’ll need those. And you got the mayonnaise too, I guess.” His face paled.

“Mayonnaise? And crab?”

“Oh, I’m from Bahstan, I know crahb!” You mocked in a horrible accent, “yes, it helps keep it together. We also need breadcrumbs, fresh parsley, and some horseradish. Oh, and hot sauce, do you have any?”

“Uh.” He said shortly, staring at the ceiling in thought, then abruptly turned and started digging though his utensil drawer. “I have this.” He said, and brandished a Taco Bell hot sauce packet.

“You just keep your hot sauce in your utensil drawer?” You asked in amusement, and his head fell back in exasperation.

“Will it work or not?”

“It’ll be interesting. Sure, let’s try it. One packet should be fine.” You snatched it from him, setting it on the counter and fishing for his car keys in his pockets.

“I got it, I got it.” He batted your hands away, snickering, and turned back towards the door. “How long are you going to be in the store for?”

“Like ten minutes, tops.”

“Oh, like the last time it took ten minutes and I was waiting in the parking lot for almost an hour somehow?” He teased, lip pulled up into an insufferable smirk. You hit his shoulder.

“If you helped me, it’d be faster.” You let him know, bouncing down his apartment building’s steps and jumping into his car. You made him wait in the parking lot while you ran to get groceries, grumbling at the people taking up whole rows with their carts. You sank back into the passenger’s seat almost fifteen minutes later, glaring at Jack at he clicked his tongue at you and shook his head.

“Fifteen minutes. It’s never just ‘ten tops’.” He chastised, tapping his watch face.

“Shut up.” You snorted, slapping his chest lightly, “get driving. I want to try and see you fry one of these things.”

“I can fry.” He said confidently, pulling out of the parking lot, and you held back a scoff.

“Jack, last time we tried to make fries, you lit the kitchen on fire. Your stovetop looked like the Olympic torch.”

“Whatever. I could do it.” He repeated, and you just rolled your eyes.

“No, no.” You instructed once you were both in the kitchen, “chop it finer. Do you want a mouthful of parsley?”

Jack groaned in frustration, dropping the knife on the cutting board. “My mom always just used dried.”

“Sorry, Jackie, not your mom. Gimme that, you mix.” You ordered, rinsing your hands free of crab and mayo before handing him the bowl and running to chop the parsley yourself.

“When I suggested this, I thought I was gonna be teaching you.” He mumbled, and you giggled.

“You can teach me how to eat clams or something. You know you can’t cook, why’d you suggest it?”

“I dunno.” He sighed, “you always show me up with this kinda stuff.”

“Aw, poor baby.” You teased, brushing the parsley off the cutting board and into the bowl of crab meat, “least you don’t mind getting your hands dirty when you cook. That’s important.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled, hands squishing the bowl of crab meat and spices.

“That looks good.” You approved, taking away the bowl from his hands and starting to roll the crab cakes into small discs. “You turned the stove on already?”

“Yeah.” He said, jerking his hand away as a small sputter of oil hit his hand.

“Careful.” You said unhelpfully, pressing the discs into breadcrumbs to coat them. “Okay, now watch me.” You ordered, grabbing tongs to lower the crab cakes into the oil. Jack watched you flip them intently, arms folded across his chest and lip caught between his teeth in thought. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes, transferring the cakes to a paper towel to drain them and turning to make a second batch.

“Ow!” Jack hissed, and you turned to watch him drop a crab cake.

“Really, dude? You’re majoring in general surgery but you don’t know that food is hot after you cook it?” You teased, gently smacking his chest.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, tongue hanging out of his mouth, “they’re good.”

“Well.” You said with a smile, kissing his cheek, “now you know how to make one of your city’s specialties. Maybe you can teach me how to make Boston baked beans.”

“Whatever.” He snorted, grabbing your elbows and sliding his hands up your arms to hug you around your back, “long as I get to cook with you.”

“With me?” You snorted, pushing him on his chest, “I did everything!”

“Then let me treat you next time.” He said, pulling you into up into his waist and kissing your cheek.

“Sounds good.” You hummed, cupping his jaw, “but for now you gotta clean the kitchen.”

“You drive a tough bargain.” He clicked his tongue, but set you back down.

“Only cause I love you.” You nudged his arm.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.” He said from the sink, kissing your temple, “thanks for dinner.”

#if there are mistakes PLEASE lmk #this has a little bit of everything. college student? grocery shopping? domestic fluff? smart academic but dumb life skills ej?#throw it in the pot like crab cake meat babey #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #human eyeless jack #mine #fluff #domestic #crab cakes

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