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frankiewritesstories · 7 months
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Rainbow rose
Tw: hurt/comfort, my first fic with my FAV CHARACYER OMGHSGS LYNEYY, feel like this is kinda shit but oh well
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You and Lyney have been dating for about a year now. It was like a dream come true. And as we all know, Lyney is (obviously) very flirty and a sweet talker. Though you may like it, it wasn't always a benefit for you.
Lyney's magic show at the opera house just ended. It was magical like always. You were talking to Lynette while waiting for Lyney - who had to do something at the back. You saw him coming back, but just as you were about to approach him, you stopped. Some girl approached him and started talking to him. You didn't mind.. at first. It was now near 10 minutes, and they are still talking.
You didn't mind....didn't....mind?
It seems Lyney performed a magic trick for her. You have just seen bits and parts of it, but it was enough for you to get an unsettling feeling in your stomach. He pulled a rainbow rose from behind her ear and smiled at her. Rainbow rose.... a flower that represents passion and romance. You knew Lyney wasn't dumb. He knew what that flower represents. Without much thought, you excused yourself from Lynette and went back home.
You were walking back home, lost in your thoughts. You loved Lyney, and you knew he loved you, but you told him multiple times-you don't feel comfortable with him being flirty with his audience. You wouldn't usually mind, but he even 'hangs out' with some of them. You know there are no romantic feelings present beetwen them, well, at least grom Lyney, but you can't help but get this weird ugly feeling once in a while. Ugh, what a joke... you though.... do my feelings mean nothing to him?
You were getting ready for your bed, but you realized you couldn't sleep. How annoying. You turned on the lights and decided to read a book. You were enjoying it until someone started knocking on your door. And then you heard his voice. No way.
"Y/N, hello? Are you okay? Where were you? I know you are in here, mon chérie." It was Lyney, of course
You weren't planning on opening the door. Oh he was inside now.
"Lyney? what the hell? What are you doing inside my house?" You can't say you didn't appreciate his..determination to see you.
"Hello, dear love! I couldn't help but notice you weren't there after my show. Where were you?"
"It doesn't matter, leave me alone"
"You know you can't hide from me, might as well tell me what's wrong, hm?" He tried to touch your face, but he knew something is wrong when you moved away.
"Fine, you know what is wrong? The fact you flirt with your audience every day in front of me, you even hang out with them even though you know what their intentions are!"
"Dear, that is a part of being a magician. I need to keep my audience entertained."
"You don't need to do all that! What if we were on a date and some guy approached me, asking me to 'hang out' and I accepted?!" You were getting mad now, he really didn't get it did he?
"Maybe you aren't the one for me." He froze, realisation of what he said hit him. "W-wait, no I-"
"Okay." You said. You started to walk around the house, collecting gifts he gave you throughout your relationship. He was following you like a lost puppy apologizing and asking what were you doing.
"Here you go, I'm giving these bac-" As you were turning around to give him these back, you were met with his arms instead.
"Please, don't do this. I-I know I was in the wrong...I promise I will change. I love only you, I just wanted to keep them entertained, I understand now how horrible it was of me. I can't lose you...please...don't leave me.." You knew how hard it was for Lyney to trust people and open up, and you knew even more how much he really loved you. You felt his hands shaking, and you heard the way his voice was shaking slightly. It was rare for Lyney to express his feelings like this.
"I forgive you, but dont break your promise" You said as you hugged him back, and you felt him hug you just a little tighter.
"Oh, what did I do to deserve you?" He said as he put cheem at the top of your head.
The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You knew he had to go practice for his next show esrly in the morning so you didn't mind. You walked to the kitchen and found a bag of doughnuts with a note attached next to them.
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Now you definitely forgive him.
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bbyquokka · 10 months
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oh god
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pairing: kim seungmin x gender-neutral reader
genre: fluff (if you squint a lil), smut – MDNI
synopsis: you're seungmin's first
warnings: smut, established relationship, virgin seungmin, oral (m rec), protected sex, pet names, some nipple play
words: 2.8k ~ (2,899)
♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3
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dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
he wants to wait, wait for the right person and for when the time is right. everyone around him, his friends, mutuals, acquaintances, everyone he knew was out doing it and to him, he didn't see the point.
the point being, why give away something that's precious to a complete stranger. someone you don't plan on having a future with. nowadays, sex is seen as a competition instead of something that's valuable. 
men cheer on their mates when they learn each others body counts, calling their dicks big and praising them whilst comparing and contrasting their past sexual partners, telling each other every explicate detail down to the T.
seungmin just isnt like that. the amount of times he has heard about another woman's breasts and nipples is beyond him. it puts him off sex even more.
he didn't really care about sex because he has seen and heard about it so many times that's he's become desensitized to it, but he is human after all. he has needs and sometimes, a lonely night with nothing but lube, his hand and a cheesy over the top porn video isn't cutting it for him any more.
then you came along. he didn't think it was possible to get an erection just from looking at someone but as soon as he saw your beauty, his cock twitched in an instant. 
it started of slow. seungmin wanted and needed that emotional connection with you first before going any further with you. you spoke on the regular, facetime, text messages, sending each other silly memes and videos, the usual's one would say.
it wasn't until seungmin caught himself blushing and giggling at a simple text of “hi! i miss you, min! hope you're ok. 🥺🖤” did he realise that maybe, he liked you a lot more than he thought.
his heart thumped against his chest every time you touched him or looked at him. your beautiful smile and sweet voice causing his mind to go all mushy. if that wasn't enough of a sigh that he was falling for you, he would go home and masturbate for hours on end with you on the mind, your voice ringing in his ears, your face popping up in his mind. body doing all sorts of positions and poses–its almost like you're there.
he'd curse himself for being a virgin. he wanted a bit more experience in that department. scared that you would judge him for being inexperienced, he kept it a secret even after you both got together. 
it didn't take long for you to notice that seungmin was hiding something from you. every time you tried to initiate something in the bedroom, he would make up an excuse, brush you off with a lie so you confronted him about it.
filled with so much guilt for making you doubt and question yourself as well as the relationship, did he blurt out:
“i'm a virgin!”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
“yn” seungmin stutters as you kiss his neck. “w-wait.”  you pull away from him, eyebrows furrowed together. 
“everything ok, minnie?” seungmin's chest rising up and down at an uneven pace. his penis already hard just from a few neck kisses and making out with one another. he's sensitive to everything. his skin burning from the areas you have kisses and sucked. every time you drag your fingertips down his skin, it leaves behind a trail of fire.
“y-yeah. it's just, i'm just–” seungmin stutters, cheeks as red as a rose. you smile warmly at him, cupping and stroking his cheeks gently.
“hey, are you nervous?” your voice is sweet and soft. seungmin swallows thickly, nodding slowly. he's so sick with nerves, his body shaking due to the scary amount of pleasure and emotions he is feeling.
you notice his shaky hands as he reaches up to place his hand on top of yours. you remove your hand, holding it instead and stroking the back with the pad of your thumb.
“it's ok to be nervous, minnie.”
“is it though?”
“absolutely! it's new and scary. you're most likely feeling very overwhelmed with pleasure, nerves and anxiety but we take it slow, m'kay? we go at your pace.”
“does it not bother you? that i'm inexperienced.” he mumbles. you let out a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek gently.
“no, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. something like this is precious, it's precious to you so i respect that.”
“but what if i do something you don't like or–or i say something or–” he rambles. you lean in and peck his lips gently to calm him down of his nervous ramblings.
“we communicate. we're a unit, you and i. communication is the most important thing in a relationship, regardless of what type it is.  if i do something to you or say something that makes you think, oh. i don't like this, it feels weird, then tell me.”
“but what if i hurt your feelings..” his voice is nothing but a whisper as he bites his bottom lip.
“my darling. you could never hurt my feelings. i won't know unless you tell me. i'd be more upset not knowing i was doing something to you that you disliked than you being straight and honest with me.”
“ok..” seungmin chews his lips nervously, his hands still trembling against your skin. 
“hey.” you softly say, leaning in so your lips brush against his softly. he whimpers, closing his eyes slowly. “you'll be ok, i promise you.”
you kiss him softly being slow at first. you allow seungmin to slowly melt into the kiss, his lips moulding with yours and finding that perfect tempo. wanting to take the initiative and feeling a little more confident, he gently bites your bottom lip as a silent request for permission to open; to which you oblige.
parting your lips slowly, seungmin slowly slides his tongue past your lips. he whimpers a little at the feel of your tongues meeting in the middle, colliding and tangling together. saliva and breathy pants mix together. 
with shaky hands, seungmin cautiously touches your exposed chest. he gingerly plays with your nipples, flicking and tugging on them gently before rolling them between his fingers. you let out a soft groan, pleasure tingling down to your fingertips and toes.
“fuck baby. keep doing that.” you whisper.
“you like that?”
“yes. it feels good.” you groan as you slide your hand down seungmin's exposed chest and torso to cup his erection through the material of his black boxer shorts. he involuntarily bucks his hips in your hand which causes him to flush pink.
you kiss his cheek, trailing your lips along his jawline to his ear. you lick and suck on his lobe as you palm his erection, rubbing and squeezing his length.
seungmin lets out shaky breathes, his body trembling as pleasure courses through his veins. he feels so good, he's on the verge of tears and all you're doing is palming him. he has yet to feel you. with every minute that passes by, his brain slowly turns to mush. sweat accumulates on his forehead and chest, his toes curling as his hands are now stationary against your chest.
“can i give you oral?” you ask, biting your lip gently. seungmin swallows, the question ringing in his ears and making him feel dizzy.
oh fuck. oh no. god oh god! can you? the person he loves, adores and cherishes the most. the person whom he finds so unbelievably attractive, give him oral?! 
he mind and body screaming at him. he wants to yell “fuck yeah!” at you but instead, he whimpers and gives a small and shy nod. 
you beam at him as you shuffle between his parted legs. he holds his breath as he watches you, watches his many fantasies and dreams come true right before his very eyes.
grabbing the waist band of his boxers shorts, you slowly pull them down his legs and discard them on the floor by the bed. a sudden wave of embarrassment and shyness washes over seungmin, shackling him to the mattress. 
he instinctively covers his private area with his hands, his cheeks and tips of his ears red. you place your hands on top of his gently, removing them slowly as you make eye contact with seungmin. nothing but fear clouds over his pupils as he chews his bottom lip raw. 
“hey, it's ok darling. it's just me.” your voice is so soft, so soothing to him that all the fear and nervousness washes away in an instant. he lets you remove his hands, showing you all he has to offer.
“that's my boy.” you coo as you kiss his hands. he lets them flop to the side as your eyes flicker down to his penis. 
what he lacks in girth, he makes up for in size. his tip red, veins protruding along the sides and traveling to his tip. pre-cum beading and coating his skin making it glisten in the dim light with the occasionally twitch. you also notice how neatly trimmed his pubic area is.
“you have such a pretty cock, min.” you coo, watching seungmin stutter and become flustered. he never thought of his cock (or any cock for that matter) being pretty, he just thought of it as average. but hearing those words come from your mouth makes him so dizzy with lust and heat.
your hand wraps around his base. seungmin watches you with beady eyes, his chest heaving up and down in time with his laboured breaths. he bundles up the sheets in the palm of his hands as he watches you slowly stroke him.
it's slow and languid, something that normally wouldn't get seungmin off. however, it's you. it's your hand around his cock. it's your face that's so dangerously close to it. he makes a mental note of how small you look around him, his brain malfunctioning and failing to do the basic human things.
“fuck..” he mumbles as you slowly pick up the speed. you rotate your wrists at the tip, using your thumb to slowly rub it and smear the pre-cum. seungmin clenches his jaw, his body tingling and vibrating from excitement and pleasure. 
and then it happens. your lips wrapping around his tip. the warmth from your mouth paired with the wetness makes seungmin lose the ability to speak. instead, he whimpers, reaching down and tangling his fingers in your hair as he watches his cock disappearing slowly in your mouth.
you hum around him, closing your eyes as you suck. you swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure your jaw is slack to get more of him. what you fail to reach, you compensate for by stroking him in time with your sucks.
“shit shit shit. fuck–ah!” seungmin pants, tugging and gripping your hair. his head falls to the side, his bangs falling over his half lidded eyes. sweat soaks his body as pleasure and lust swamp him. he wants to cum, he most definitely could cum at any minute but he doesn't want to.
he wants to hold because he wants so much more of you. he wants to feel you, hear you and taste you. he's hungry for you, despite the fact he didn't know it could be possible.
the more time he spends inside your mouth, the more he slowly loses it. his mind is nothing but mush. his body shaking due to the high level of lust and desire. he watches you suck his cock so perfectly. he wants to praise you, to tell you how good you're doing but he can't because if he dares opens his mouth once, he's scared of the sound that'll come out.
and then you swallow. a new, alien feeling shoots up his spine. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. the tightness of your throat around his cock automatically causing him to let out a long and throaty groan. 
you pull away with a smirk, licking your lips as you look at your fucked out lover. 
“i see you found your voice.” you giggle. 
“good..” seungmin mumbles. you laugh softly, shifting and straddling his lap. he looks up at you through his half lidded eyes. you push back his bangs, watching them automatically part and show more of his sweat coated forehead. 
his pupils blown out with lust, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. his lips parted and dry. he's a beautiful sight to see, a sight you want to see over and over again.
“shall we?” you ask. seungmin nods his head fast, making himself dizzy. you smile warmly at him before grabbing a condom and rolling it on his length.
“are you sure?”
“yes”
“a hundred percent?”
“a million trillion percent. i want this, i'm ready.” you nod, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck.
you hover over his cock, reaching behind and holding it at the base. seungmin holds your waist as he watches you lower yourself down on his condom clasped penis. 
you groan softly, head kicking back as you feel yourself stretching out. seungmin grips your hips tightly. he thought the warmth from your mouth was good but this warmth is a feeling he cannot describe. it's so alien yet so so good to him, for him. 
the warmth paired with the tightness is too much for his body to bare. he's melting into the mattress, his body uncomfortable hot and sweaty but comfortable high with lust, adrenaline and hormones.
“oh, god..” he says through gritted teeth as he watches you lower yourself down on him. you shakily pant, planting your hands firmly on his stomach to steady yourself.
“how do you feel?”
“strange. weird. but so fucking good. it's so amazing. i'm so.. it's so–” he digs his nails into your skin as you slowly bounce on him. 
“feels good.” you moan. seungmin can't speak, only nod his head as he leans in. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your back firmly as you bounce on him at a steady pace.
he doesn't know what to do nor does he know what he is doing. his body is on autopilot, doing what he thinks and feels is best. his teeth sinking into the skin of your neck, lips trailing to your shoulder blade where he bites. 
a string of moans and fucks leave his lips unwillingly. his voice increasing and decreasing. sometimes he is loud, moaning and groaning and not caring about the neighbours. other times, he is soft and whimpering, whispering your name over and over again.
he doesn't know what he is doing, that part is true. he doesn't recognise himself, the pleasure taking over his mind and body to the point where it feels like it isn't him anymore. 
“god yn. so good, you feel so good. oh fuck me, please.” he begs. you hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you use your thighs to bounce faster. you kick your head back to expose your neck as you moan his name, seungmin taking full advantage of your exposed neck to kiss, lick and suck the skin.
moans and groans combined into one. seungmin's body shaking as the pit of his stomach burns. it's tight, his balls hurt and his cock twitches inside you.
“yn–”
“m-mhm?” you look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossy. he's close to tears as he whimpers.
“hurts. close. fuck.”
“it's–it's ok. listen to your body baby.” 
“what about you?”
“don't worry about me. it's all about you tonight baby.”
sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade, you give one finally bounce and seungmin is a sobbing, whimpering mess. he holds you close to his sweaty body, the heat from you both making you feel lightheaded. his muscles spasm as he empties into the condom, nothing but soft whispers of your name ringing over and over again in your ears.
once calm, you lift yourself up and off seungmin. he takes the condom off, tying it and discarding it in the trash before pinning you down on the mattress by surprise. your eyes widen before you swallow thickly. 
something about him has changed, like a switch has been flipped suddenly. his eyes hold nothing but pure hunger for you, his cock failed to calm down. his body is buzzing and mind mushy. he's not thinking straight anymore, his actions being driven by the pure hunger he is feeling.
“s-seungmin?” you stutter. he licks his lips as he grabs another condom, rolling it on his length before teasing your entrance with his tip by rubbing it. you whimper as you watch him.
“more. i need more of you.” you both groan in unison, your body arching up off the bed as he slowly pushes his length inside. he wastes no time in thrusting. his cock stroking and caressing your insides. you grip onto the sheets, watching seungmin lose control of himself. 
“sorry. i'm so sorry. i can't stop. so hungry. more, i need so much more. please yn, please give it to me.”
you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to you. he pants heavily against your lips as you smirk and wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close.
“then don't stop. we have all night, so feel free to indulge.”
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note: inspiration for this mess 😃 so uh, yeah. idk what else to say because my brain is mush rn. oh! i have also been working on a lil something so keep your eyes peeled for that! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3
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bpsmuts · 8 months
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The Coachella Experience - Lisa
Lisa x Male Reader
Words: 1.522
Summary: Lisa always wanted to try something risky, Coachella seemed to be the best choice...
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After a minutes walking, you took a left turn and walked under a tent, back outside. It looked very pretty and one wall had a neon sign, reading "Pinkchella". "This is us! Finally!" sighed Rose as she fell onto a beanbag.
Jisoo and Jennie also sat down at a table and got out their phones, leaving you and Lisa just standing there. "So... what now?" You asked her.
"Whatever you want. We can go around the festival, chill here for a bit. Its up to you, I'll just tag along" Lisa responded, giving you one of her cute smiles.
"Let's explore then!" You say and before you could even take a step, Lisa grabs your hand and the two of you head out to the main festival site.
Lisa basically runs through the crowd, you trying to not break her wrist, follow closely still holding her hand. The two of you eventually arrive on a rather excluded location. You see maybe 10 people below the hill you're on.
"Where are we Lisa?" You ask her. "At the best and also HIDDEN spot on the festival site!" She says, putting special stress on the hidden part. "You see, the main stage is close enough for us to hear the music, but we're far enough as to not be disturbed by anyone" Lisa explains, whilst sitting down in the grass.
You sit down next to her, still holding her hand, taking in the view. "Wow Lis, this place is really cool. You can actually see everything from here"
"Yep, sometimes people come up here tho, to umm... you know. Be alone... and not be disturbed" Lisa says rather awkwardly. "Alone and not disturbed?" You ask, accidentally locking eyes with her.
"You know what Im talking about... 2 people... having some alone time" Lisa tries to explain. "I dont think I get what you're saying" You respond, having to laugh at your own stupidity.
"Sex! Y/N. People have Sex up here sometimes" Lisa finally says, still locking eyes with you.
"Ohhhhh... I get it now" You laugh. "Wait... You didn't get me up here to... umm.." You stutter for words
"Oh no no no Y/N. Like, I was just saying that people sometimes do that here." Lisa replies, finally breaking eye contact and looking away shyly.
After around 10 seconds of silence, Lisa asks "Have you had.. umm.. alone time with someone on a festival before?". She still didnt make eye contact, looking away.
"Umm.. No actually, you?" You reply. "Nope, I've always kind of wanted to try it, but I get so nervous" Lisa admits.
Not knowing what to respond, you sit there for a bit, before Lisa grabs your hand and gets up again. "Lets go back to the girls, I think we wanted to check out the festival together!"
The both of you stand up and start walking off the jhill, towards the festival site. You stop her tho. "You know, if you want to you know...-"
Lisa interrupts you "Okay, lets stop talking around the word. I want to have Sex at a festival!". "Okay, so if you want to have sex, but always end up getting too nervous, maybe you should start slow" You suggest.
"And how would I do that?" Lisa asks curiously. "A kiss.. or some simple touching." You suggest to her. "Hmm.." Lisa falls quiet for a moment. "Do you... want to kiss me Y/N?" She asks silently.
"Me?... Umm, Lis I work for you". "So? It wouldnt be thaat weird" She replies. "Plus, you've also never had sex at a festival before" She adds to her point.
"Okay, woah woah. Lisa. We just went from maybe kissing, to us having sex. What if someone catches us?" You ask her. "They won't and if its one of the girls, they wouldnt tell. Trust me Y/N" Lisa looks at you, with her cute eyes and smile.
"Okay, how about this. We kiss. Once. Here. Then think about it and see how we feel tomorrow. Deal?" You ask her. "Deal!" Lisa responds.
"So how do we do this?" You ask, getting nervous. "What do you mean? Haven't you kissed a girl before?" Lisa mocks you a little. "I have, plently, but never someone like you... on the spot like this" You say, trying to defend yourself.
"Someone like me? Whats that supposed to mean?" Lisa asks, as she slowly gets closer. "An Idol. A Superstar. A Celebrity". "Just pretend, that Im a normal girl. Which I am. I have Boobs. I have.." she gets closer to you and whispers "a vagina" into your ear seductivley.
"Haha, very funny." You say as you pull her closer. Now less than an inch are seperating your lips from her's. "I wasn't lying you know" Lisa says. "I know you weren't, but we have a deal" You respond.
"Deals are meant to be broken" Lisa snaps back. "Thats promises, Lis." You correct her, as the tension starts to rise even more between you two.
"Then I promise you, that I won't have Sex with you tonight" Lisa counters. "Ah fuck it" You respond, before pulling Lisa in and planting your lips on her's.
The two of you start to deepen the kiss and move to making out shortly after. Lisa takes your hand and places it on her boobs, leaving you squeezing and carressing them, earning you a small moan.
You break the kiss and ask "Do you want to do it up here?". "No, lets move back up onto the hill, I want a view" Lisa responds, pulling you behind her.
She lays down onto the grass, starting to pull down her skirt and revealing white lacy panties. After you get your pants off, you lock eyes with her. "White and Lacy? Wow, you really are a secret slut Manoban"
"I come prepared". You don't want to waster anymore time, so you help Lisa take her top off, giving you a site of her small but unbelievably beautifull boobs.
You fall back onto her, kissing her lips, before slowly moving down to her nipples. "A-Ahhh" Lisa lets out a moan of relief, as you start circular motions around her nipples, while your hand had moved further down into her panties.
Your head catching up, moves further down from her nipples, towards her panties aswell. "On or Off, Lis?" You ask her. "Off, they're yours now!" She says, breathing heavily.
You pull down the panties and lay them over your shorts next to you, before moving your head between her legs. You start by kissing her folds, before starting to lick them and eating Lisa out.
"A-Ahhh Y/N! AHH FUCK" Lisa cant hold her moans any longer. You continue to eat Lisa's pussy for a couple minutes, before moving back up to her face.
"Would the idol like to taste herself?" You ask her. "Yes please" Lisa says, completely out of breath. You kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on your lips.
Lisa breaks the kiss "I want you Y/N. I want you so deep inside of me. Please" You dont let her tell you that twice and line up your dick, before slowly pushing it inside her.
She starts to moan louder and louder, giving you a slight fear that others can hear you, but at the same time you didn't care. You were having Sex with THE Lisa Manoban... from Blackpink.
You continued and picked up the pace, to see Lisa's response and after a couple minutes, you could start to feel yourself get closer. "I'm getting close Y/N" Lisa said, like it was a perfect movie. "Me Too, Lis"
"Let's cum together Y/N" Lisa suggested inbetween moans. "Ready?" You asked her, getting a nod in response.
You could feel here pussy getting tighter as you let lose and felt your cum pump into her. "AH FUCK, Y/N" Lisa moaned as she orgasm'd.
After you both reached your climax, you collapsed next to her. "That was perfect, Lis" You told her, catching your breath. "It really was, Y/N".
The two of you both layed in the grass, enjoying the sun on your naked bodies. "Have I ever told you, that I actually really like you calling me Lis?" Lisa asked you. "Nope, but thats good to know" you respond.
"Yeah, makes me feel cute" Lisa laughs as she gets up and start to put her clothes back on, handing her white panties to you, as you do the same.
"These are yours by the way" she says. "Why? Don't you want some... protection... it is pretty windy and I wouldnt want anyone seeing a white substance run down your leg"
Lisa smirks, "No, keep them. Take it as a trophy... for having sex with an idol. Plus I have a backup in my bag by the tent".
You take the panties and stuff them into your pocket, before putting on your shirt. "Ready to go?" Lisa asks you. "Yes, Lis" You smirk.
The both of you walk off, hand in hand and make your way back to the tent.
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servalisms · 11 days
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hello sev! there’s so little nox content on tumblr…do you have any nsft/sft headcanons for nox??? by thr way your sevcchino writings are SO GOOD i love self insert stuff its always so fun to read!:7:!27:!:&
hiiii sghshhdhdhd thanks for liking my delusion content !! arle makes me more ill then any character ever has before 😔😔😔 /pos
(someone ask me about sevchino lore. i swear im normal. come into the enclosure i swear i dont bite—)
cw. mentions of sex
anyway as for NOX ur so right anon there is criminally low content for her on this webbed site so i suppose it is time to be the change we want to see in the world 😌😌😌
NOX at maximum compliance and post-interro is just a sweetheart. a dangerous sweetheart to be sure, but still a sweetheart none the less. she very much has puppy energy, in that she’ll always want to please you and follow your orders. if she could, she’d trail you around the bureau while you work—which is both immensely funny and downright terrifing, because that’s the grim reaper why is she acting like a lovesick puppy ?? NOX is your scary dog privileges frfr
anywho, you can mostly find NOX in the gardens or her own cell. if she’s in the gardens then she’s usually crouched near a flowerbed, looking at the blooms but not touching them—they’ll just die, and she doesn’t want that. but you can see the way longing twists her pale features, so you pull hella aside and ask her if she wants a little extra pocket money.
“crochet flowers like i crochet my beanies…? ugh, chief, who do you think i— you’re going to pay me 150 DisCoins per flower? …what colour and when?”
NOX is a little confused when you hand her the bouquet once hella’s completed them. she refuses at first, thinking she’d just damage them, but with some coaxing you manage to get her to take the flowers. she cradles them in her arms, and you see as her expression morphs into surprise as she holds them.
“they smell… nice,” she says slowly, and you’re glad she likes them (making that deal with cassia took several years off your lifespan.) NOX keeps them in a vase in her cell, and you pop by every so often to give them another spritz of perfume, specific to each flower. roses, daisies, tulips—you commission hella to make more until there’s a yarn garden in NOX’s cell.
she loves it. sometimes you’ll find her sitting on her bed and simply looking at the flowers, or gently holding one in her blackened hands. if you decide to come in and sit next to her, she’ll let her head rest on your shoulder, and the both of you just rest in comfortable silence.
NOX doesn’t want for much. her purpose now, as it were, is to follow you. she’d head to the edges of the world, into the deepest, darkest oblivion for you. all she wants is to remain by your side, to feel the warmth of you against her skin.
nsft utc—
due to NOX’s unique physiology she can’t really get aroused in the conventional way. but the shackles are a powerful thing—and sometimes your need is strong enough that it travels down to NOX, and she feels her still heart jump. NOX’s body is generally really cold, but once you get going and by extension her, she starts to warm up.
NOX is definitely the submissive one between you both, but she’ll top if you want. just tell her what to do, how to do it. it’ll take her some time, but she learns eventually. NOX usually cums when you cum, due to the heightened sensitivity of the shackles between you both. but she likes it more when you make her cum with your fingers or your strap.
in general, i’d say NOX is more fond of lovemaking then fucking. she wants to be close to you, always, because you’re the one person she can’t hurt by virtue of existing. you’re so so important to her and she wants you to know with every breathless gasp she lets out of your name or in the way she licks or fingers you with awkward but well-meaning tenderness.
NOX is the first to say i love you, one night after you both wind down from a round of soft sex. to anyone else, it may sound terrifying—powerful words spoken in that echoing, haunting voice of hers, but to you she sounds nothing short of lovely. you run your fingers through her long, pale hair and hold her tightly against you as you return the words to her.
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h4venpha · 11 months
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↳ 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒' 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒:
with… nagi seishirou, kunigami rensuke, reo mikage, chigiri hyoma
idk abt part two yet ^^
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NAGI SEISHIROU: quality time
- nagi isnt much of a talker, so no words of affection. hes lazy, so not acts of service. quality time just fits so well because ?? its effortless, anything else is just a hassle for him (/hj)
- he enjoys lazy days where he can just sit around with you, watch tv or just stay in bed all day long. its simple and he enjoys your company
- a comfortable silence is often created during these lazy days. he’s on his phone laying in your lap while youre on yours or youre watching the television or something. theres no need for interactions or talking in general
- (i wanna mention the nagi episode manga chapter where nagi’s eyes literally start glowing when reo tells him he likes being around him) nagi honestly thinks he’s boring, like he will literally admit it. he thinks hes a boring person and he doesnt think anyone really wants to be around him
- so when you ask him to just lay around all day with you hes like, “…really? is it okay?”
- and so many days end up as lazy days. quiet, relaxed days where neither of you have to talk much, its just being around each other, enjoying and accepting each others company
KUNIGAMI RENSUKE (pre-wildcard): acts of service
- regardless of how strong or tall you are, kunigami willing to do anything for you just because he can
- “oh you cant reach this? i got it for you, here!” or “you need to move this? let me help, y/n!”
- not only is it because hes more than capable of helping out, but because he thinks its considerate and attentive.
- he’s all sweet smiles whenever you ask for help, especially when you can’t reach something. 6 foot and two fucking inches and he practically towers over you (at least he does for me), and so whenever you have to stand on your tip toes to reach for something, he always notices. He walks up behind you with a small smile as he watches you struggle.
- and you dont even notice until his deep voice booms from behind you, it almost surprises you. and he’s reaching up, arm extending over your fucking head, to grab what you need. when he hands it to you, there’s a sweet, almost amused look on his face. of course he can’t help but tease a little bit. but before he walks away, he leans down, eye to eye with you, and pats your head as a you’re welcome
REO MIKAGE: gift giving, words of affection
- ive spoken briefly about my headcanon of giving gifts to words of affection reo
- i feel like his entire life growing up, he was bought things as a form of “love”, so really thats all he knew
- you have to sit down with him and tell him that although you appreciate it, he doesnt have to buy you the world.
- you simply teach him that theres so much more to showing love than buying things
- reo ends up learning from what you taught him. BUT not only does he continue to give you gifts, he includes small love letters along with them.
- a bouquet of fresh, colorful roses with a small white envelope tucked into the flowers with a little message.
- messages like: for my precious! <3 if you were a flower i’d pick you!
CHIGIRI HYOMA: acts of service, physical touch
- pushing the male wife chigiri agenda AGAIN !! (dedicated to puriiii <3)
- now normally, chigiri could give less of a fuck about what other people need/want. hes the type of guy who walks past someone who dropped something bc literally hes like “uh. whatever…” like they can pick it back up themself, he quite literally just does not give a shit
- but the moment you need something, he is ON IT. it doesnt matter how big or small, whether you need a tissue or you’d like some water, hes literally rushing to get it
- immediately stopping whatever he was doing to jump up and get what you need
- speedy little man has it for you in 0.5 seconds
- its nothing too complicated, just “oh my lover needs something, so i’ll get it right away”
- now physical touch. i dont mean like, absolutely smothering you all the time like nagi’s headcanons. i mean like, touches that leave you with shivers
- he’s trying to get around you for something or he’s passing by and his slender fingers end up ghosting lightly at your waist or hips (bonus points if you have some kind of cropped shirt on…he knows exactly what he’s doing when he intentionally slips his cold fingers against your warm skin)
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On the topic of Con O'Neill's beautiful performance of La vie en rose by Edith Piaf as my most dearest blorbeau Izzy, I've written another translation as a native French speaker because some of the translations I've seen going around this week don't feel true to the original lyrics. They sometimes feel too literal in their word for word translation while missing the meaning or implication of the phrase. Translation is an art, and I don't claim to be a particularly gifted artist, but here goes.
The first part of the song starts in English and really, Ned Lowe deserved to die for interrupting that beautiful solo and preventing Ed and Stede from enjoying their romantic slow dance.
Hold me close and hold me fast / The magic spell you cast / This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs / And though I close my eyes / I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart / I'm in a world apart / A world where roses bloom
And when you speak, angels sing from above / Everyday words seem to turn into love
The next part after Miss Rapier Wit was so rudely interrupted goes as follows,
Quand il me prend dans ses bras / Il me parle l'a tout bas / Je vois la vie en rose
Which I would translate as,
When he embraces me / He speaks to me softly / I see life through rose colored glasses
In this connotation, seeing life through rose colored glasses is a good thing, not naive or unrealistic. The context of the song's initial release and popularization post WWII is not ignorant of suffering but rather speaks to a love so powerful it makes the world beautiful in spite of it.
Il me dit des mots d'amour/ Des mots de tous les jours / Et ça m'fait quelque chose
He tells me loving words / Everyday words / And it touches me
I had considered an alternative translation to the last line along the lines of he had to do it to [em] me, but I couldn't work it comfortably into the phrase. So, it could also be read as it's doing it to me.
Il est entré dans mon coeur / Une part de bonheur / Dont je connais la cause
He came into my heart / A piece of happiness / Of which I know the cause
No notes here, just dreamily sighing over those Oliver award winning pipes.
C'est lui pour moi / Moi pour lui dans la vie / Il me l'a dit, m'a juré pour la vie
He's the one for me / And I for him in life / He told me so, he vowed for life
I'm extremely normal about the glimpses and hints of Izzy and Ed's pre-show relationship this season. I really need to know if Ed gave him that ring he that always wears on his neck please and thank you Con.
Et dès que je l'aperçois / Alors je sens en moi / Mon coeur qui bas
And as soon as I felt it / I felt within me / My heart beating
Izzy Hands I'm love you please someone put it in Con's contract that he sing every single episode from now on.
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chapter twelve: the wolf and the dragon (modern!gangleader!aemond x barowner!you)
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as always, warnings: no smut, aemond and you are at each other's throats, mentions of death and violence, listen aemond is an asshole in this chapter ok steer clear but also dont lmao
....chapter twelve:
“eat.”
a plate was slammed down on the coffee table.
“piss off,” you spat.
“i said eat.”
“and i said piss off.”
that is how it has been since aegon left. aemond was attempting to tend to you, but you refused any and all sort of help. you lay planted on the couch, curled around yourself, shying away from the already dim light.
“your anger towards me should not keep you from eating,” he seethed. “then you’d die because of spite towards me, and you would lose.”
“this isn’t a game to me, aemond,” you retorted. “you can’t lose if you refuse to play.”
“you’re insufferable,” he spat, falling back into the chair again. “tell me what will make you see reason.”
“you taking anger management classes.”
“i already said—“
“you said you were wrong, yes, but what does that do for me?” you cried. “i don’t need an apology. they’re useless, especially coming from you when you’ll just do the same thing again.”
“i wouldn’t do that to you again,” he spat. “i shouldn’t have put my hands on you, and i know that — luke — just —“
“that doesn’t make it okay, aemond,” your voice was soft, not because you felt sympathy for him, but because you were tired.
“i deserved everything you said to me,” he replied. “you received the brunt of my anger towards my sister and her kids.”
“i know,” you sighed. “what did lucerys even do?”
“it doesn’t matter.”
“tell me,” you demanded. “he was in my bar before he fucking died, aemond. with you. i deserve to know.”
“nothing,” he spoke. “he did nothing.”
“you don’t get mad over nothing,” you spat. “even i know that."
but he didn't answer you. you thought he never would.
* * *
you drifted into sleep engulfed by the sweet smell of the laundry detergent you only used for your sheets. your favorite blanket was curled around you, your head was on the exact pillow that always brought you the best rest, and you were in your favorite pajamas. nothing could compare to that level of comfort.
except when the throbbing of your headache came back.
and you remembered putting on those pajamas, but not how you got into bed.
then you realized: someone carried you to bed.
you swallowed thickly and sighed in frustration. you hated being touched when you weren’t conscious, as would anyone.
in spite of the splitting headache, you rose to your feet and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders. you could hear distant sounds of a television on in the living room, and your curiosity got the best of you. with quiet feet and lips, you padded out of your bedroom and into the living room.
aemond sat on your couch stiffly as if he was a stranger to unwinding on the couch, let alone any comfort at all. he had removed his eyepatch and left it on the table, probably assuming he would be alone for the night. his neck was resting on top of the back cushion of the couch and one hand rested on one of his spread knees. his chest was bare, and the television cast shadows along all of the taut muscles of his abdomen and upper body. gray sweats hung low on his hips, and his free hand played with the string of his pants.
you had seen him without his eyepatch, clothes on, the works… but you had never seen his hair hanging loose around him.
people thought the most intimidating thing about aemond was his eyepatch and abrasive nature, but that man never entered a public space without an elastic pulling back the front pieces of his hair. targaryens were known for their long, silver hair, and they were proud of it, but aemond rarely was allowed to keep unruly locks in his face like his brother. he needed to see what was in front of him.
“i’m still mad at you,” you whispered groggily, approaching the corner.
he didn’t move. aemond’s gaze remained on the television.
“i didn’t think otherwise.”
you swallowed. “but i would like to watch television.”
he didn’t even shrug. “it’s your living room.”
unlike him, you were no stranger to comfort. you pushed yourself as far away from him as possible so you could curl up into a ball and rest your head against the armrest of the couch. the bright light of the television hurt your head, so you scrunched your eyes closed and pushed your face further into the pillow.
the time passed like this for a few moments. the night had brought so many events… you needed to catch your breath, and for some reason that was sitting silently with aemond. it shouldn’t have been, but it was.
“i know the lights are hurting you,” he rasped. “i put you in the bedroom for a reason.”
“like you said: it’s my living room.”
he hummed. you figured he would leave it at that, but he didn’t… and you could hear his reluctant and uncomfortable thought process in his next words. “it was wrong of me to put my hands on you like i did... and threaten you. i know you won’t believe me until you see it, but it won’t happen again.”
you swallowed. “i’ve never seen you like that.”
“i’m sorry you were there to witness… the short comings of my family. you received the brunt of it, and that was not fair.”
“your cousin is dead, aemond,” you ventured. “you saw him die. you were there.”
he turned his face towards you, raising it so it was no longer laying against the couch. “it’s not like i wanted it to happen the way it did.”
“he was just a kid, aemond…” you spoke.
“he’s barely four years my junior,” he spat. “and i was a kid when he took my eye.”
“i never said it wasn’t wrong what he did to you,” you attempted to diffuse the situation.
“and i never said i needed you to,” he retorted.
your teeth sank into your bottom lip. “did you want him dead?”
“not by my hand,” he bit.
“are you happy he’s dead?”
no words left aemond’s mouth. you would’ve turned around to address the situation, but before you could you felt a small bit of wind brush past you, into the hallway, and it was followed by a door slamming.
great, you sighed.
over the next hour, you tried to get sleep but failed miserably. it usually wasn’t difficult for you to sleep during the day, but the fight with aemond was on your mind. it shouldn’t have been, and you shouldn’t have felt guilty, but you couldn’t deny that you would’ve reacted the same way as aemond if the roles were reversed.
but the roles would never be reversed, because i would never place myself in a situation like that, you countered yourself.
some of us don’t get the privilege to pick what situations were placed in, you heard aemond’s voice in your head.
fuck.
you didn’t like how the two sides of the situation battled within your already aching head. on one hand, aemond was a dick who physically and verbally assaulted you. on the other hand, he was also a victim.
but he was someone else’s victim.
he made you a victim when he put his hands on you.
his victim.
he could lock himself in your bedroom for days, weeks, months… didn’t matter, as long as he promised to rot in there.
* * *
aegon had swung by later while you were sleeping. his loud demeanor caused you to stir awake, but he shushed you back to sleep before plopping food down on the table. having a third person there brought you some comfort, but as soon as you were about to sit up, aegon left through the door. your jaw tightened at the sight.
aemond came out quickly after he heard the door open. his face fell the same way when he saw that aegon was no longer in the room.
“did he say anything before he left?” he asked.
“no,” you replied. “is that good or bad?”
he didn’t respond.
he pulled out some food from the bag and handed it to you.
“i will shove this down your throat in the most respectful manner i can manage if you don’t eat,” he stated.
you rolled your eyes before taking the sandwich. “how gentlemanly of you, prince aemond.”
he sat down on the chair next to you and opened his own sandwich. “i’m not leaving until you finish that entire thing.”
you threw your hands up in resignation. “what do you care, aemond? i’m staying out of you way like you wanted, and for my own good. plus, you’d probably find some way to get the bar if i starved to death. you don’t exactly lose in this situation.”
“you’re being too emotional,” he stated plainly.
you scoffed. “do not dismiss me, especially with sexist reasoning. i have every right to express how i feel about how you, your brother, and the rest of your family have disrupted my life.”
“hmm.”
there wasn’t enough emotion from him and that’s what pissed you off. how could he just sit there, not even angrily defending himself or his family? how could he be so reserved when there was so much at stake?
you immediately got to your feet and began to stalk away. “you’re unbelievable.”
aemond stood up and grabbed you by the arm. “don’t walk away from me.”
you tried to shake his arm off but he wouldn’t budge. “let go of me, aemond. now.”
he didn’t move. “i told you to eat. you are going to eat."
your eye bags and hair were probably crazy, your pajamas were ruffled, and your head was begging you to lay back down… but you couldn’t take it anymore. your frustration and sadness were bubbling up somewhere deep inside you and you couldn’t control it.
“what has gotten into you?” you asked. “i’ve never pushed your boundaries. ever. yet ever since we hooked up, you treat me horribly. what did i do to you?”
he responded too quickly, and too emotionless. “nothing.”
you scoffed. “you don’t act like that over nothing, aemond. you claim i don’t know you, and maybe that’s true, but i know one thing: you do not scorn someone unless they scorned you.”
“is that what got you off, princess?” he spat. “me fucking you? or you getting under my skin?”
you scrunched your eyebrows together as your lips parted in a broken ‘o’ shape. your eyes searched his for something, anything, but there was nothing. not even that blue sapphire in his eye socket offered you anything. hard like stone, just like him.
“don’t have to worry about that anymore,” you whispered, standing up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. “i almost asked you if you were okay after what happened with your cousin… but now i realize i truly don’t care.”
there was no venom in your voice like your usual bickerings with aemond. you were exhausted, mentally and physically. tightening the blanket around your shoulders did nothing to offer you comfort, and suddenly you realized you would probably be a stranger to it the remainder of the night as well.
you crawled into bed and tried to find the comfort you were missing in the sheets, but soon your limbs were tangled in the mess and it only made frustrated gasps leave your lips. you kicked at the sheets, throwing them off of you, before the cold air met the scorched skin of your legs. despite the fact that you were overheating, you refused to give up your blanket. your head was pounding, you were hot, and it felt like you could cry.
but then you heard a knock on the door.
you accidentally ignored it because you were frozen in place.
you heard a second.
“fuck off,” you muttered.
you were faced away from the door and didn’t bother looking when it opened. you knew it would be the handsome, shirtless asshole that once made his lair your living room.
“i brought you ibuprofen,” he rasped. “and water.”
“please fuck off,” you replied simply. “i have some.”
he walked over to your nightstand, on the same side of the bed as where you lay. he placed the items down on the table and sat down on your side of the bed. there were a few inches between the two of you, but the closeness made a shiver run up and down your spine.
“i regret hurting you,” he began. “and i regret my actions after we were intimate.”
“my head hurts too much for a heart-to-heart, aemond,” you grumbled. “but i’m being honest when i say this — you ever touch me like that again, i will gut you. i mean it.”
“i’m aware, but — please, just… you don’t need to say anything. i just need you to listen, okay?”
you sighed, closing your eyes. “okay.”
“i had never… done that before. with someone that i knew… saw everyday… and also cared for,” he admitted.
he avoided your eye contact as he stared at the floor. his legs were spread as he rested his forearms on his strong thighs, hands clasped. his spine was bent like that of an angel, ready to take flight, or a dragon… ready to burn everything to the ground with one muscle.
“you’re mean to people you care for?” you scoffed. “what’re you, in third grade?”
his head turned to you. even in the bit of moonlight that shown through the window, you could see him glare at you.
you lightly chuckled. “you deserved that.”
he clenched his jaw as he returned his gaze on the floor. “my actions deserve that and more, actually.”
“no pity parties,” you quipped. “they’re uncomfortable. if you’re really sorry, you won’t say it. you’ll just never do it again, and if you’re really, really sorry — you’ll make it up to them.”
“you’re right,” he settled. “how can i make it up to you?”
you swallowed. “i want to have a conversation about lucerys.”
he scoffed. “with my money and power, you could have everything you want, yet… you ask for that; the one thing i really don’t want to do.”
you scrunched your eyebrows. “i have my own money, thanks. if you were really sorry, aemond… you’d have a real, honest, and calm conversation about what happened tonight.”
he smacked his tongue against the back of his teeth before turning to you. he clenched his jaw before asking, “what do you want to know?”
you swallowed. “start with what you’re comfortable telling me.”
“i didn’t mean to let it get this far…” he began. “i hated him so much… but i didn’t want him to die. at least… not like this. people i care for are now at risk because of me.”
he didn’t say anything for a few moments, so you piped up. “i’m not defending you, but from a legal standpoint… lucerys showed as much negligence as you did. in fact, probably more; he was in a car, and you were on a motorcycle. he wasn’t really defending himself if he’s hitting your motorcycle with his car. you antagonized the fight… but he could have easily called his mother, daemon, the police… anyone, and then blame you for the damage done to his car. i gave the kid a head start, he didn’t do what he should’ve done with it.”
“don’t defend me,” he spat. “he’s dead because of me.”
you sighed. “you’re right, but if you wanted him dead — actually dead — you would’ve shot him point blank a long time ago. you’re ruthless, aemond… but you’re not sloppy when you want someone dead.”
“you think rhaenyra will believe that?” he scoffed. “daemon? there’s a price on my head now, and that of my family.”
it was your turn to scoff. “they’re fucking hypocrites, aemond. i know you know that.”
he stared at you for a long time after you said your words. when he didn’t move an inch, expressionless, a dip in the middle of your brow showed off your confusion and apprehension to his lack of a response. his lips parted in a way where he possibly meant to say something, but you weren’t sure.
“what?” you asked.
“no one’s ever… said that,” he admitted. “no one’s ever really… condemned them for that. been loyal to me… when they didn’t have to.”
“yeah, i could tell,” you sighed. “especially after your dickhead manifesto in the bathroom the night where aegon got sick.”
“i didn’t…” he trailed off, searching your face for the answer. “i didn’t know how to… respond. you were just so… willing to help, always. i didn’t understand why. you don’t even speak to your family… i couldn’t understand why you would want a part in mine, let alone why i should trust you with it.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “family doesn’t mean automatic loyalty and love, aemond. you of all people should know that.”
he didn’t respond, contemplating your words.
“i left my family because i would rather be alone than beg for common decency from people that brought me into this world,” you spat. “i choose who gets to be in my life now.”
he swallowed. “i used to think it was disloyal and careless of you to leave your family. now it seems like it was for survival.”
you clenched your jaw. “add psychoanalysis to the top ten things i hate.”
“i meant…” he trailed off. “i meant to say i rejected your affection because i didn’t think you knew what loyalty was. now… i realize i was wrong.”
“bit insulting you ever questioned it,” you grumbled. “what a shitty reason to hurl as many insults my way as you did that night…”
“i said horrible, untrue things about you,” he admitted. “i didn’t understand how someone who asked nothing of my brother or i could go out of your way for us as much as you did. i’ve never been so caught off guard in my life.”
“i didn’t verbally say what i wanted, but it was there,” you stated.
“what do you want?” he quipped.
“i liked having you and aegon around, even if you both were annoying sometimes,” you sighed. “and i wanted to talk about… that night…”
“okay,” he simply stated, much like that night.
you clenched your jaw. “i know you’re capable of more than one word, aemond.”
“what do you want me to say?” he demanded. “it was good? i believe i already made that quite clear —“
“you’ve being an ass,” you spat. “it was just meaningless sex to you?”
he swallowed. “i assumed it was for you?”
“don’t answer my question with a question,” you retorted.
“i didn’t-“
“yes you did-“
"no, i didn't-"
"aemond, you did-"
“i already told you what it was,” he spat.
“when?!” you demanded, dumbfounded.
he sighed. “i never did that with someone i… cared for before.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “define care.”
“don’t make me spell it out,” he gritted.
“forgive me if i need clarity, from ‘one sentence’ aemond,” you spat.
he grunted. “you are so insufferable that i don’t know how i enjoy your company.”
“you suck at clarifying,” you spat. “thank the gods you’re a scary, all black wearing, motorcycle driving, gangleader and not a-“
he interrupted you by throwing his hands down on the bed in resignation. “oh, for fuck’s sake—“
he leaned forward abruptly and smashed your lips together.
you accidentally let out a small squeak from buried in your throat at the intrusion.
never in a million years did you think aemond targaryen would raise one hand to rest on your cheek as his lips enveloped yours. your lips were frozen against his as they molded perfectly to fit yours. at the last moment… you leaned in and kissed him back. you matched his passion, his sense of urgency, and his desperate want for you against him.
after a moment, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. you both were breathing heavily, letting each other’s breaths fan across the other’s face. his hand still rested against your cheek where his thumb rubbed small paths against your skin.
“clear enough for you?” he asked.
“you’re so fucking mean to me, aemond,” your voice cracked as you leaned your forehead against his. “you hurt me so badly.”
“let me take the pain away from you, sweetheart.”
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only you is glasshouse's mew's first ep album, released on february 14th, the day of love. the album is all about love, featuring two tracks – my only love and my rose. both songs got the spotlight for a solid four weeks during promotions.
my only love dives deep into the feels, talking about that one special connection that hits you right in the heart. the lyrics get into the nitty-gritty of what makes a love story unique and intense.
my rose, which takes a poetic route, uses the symbol of a rose to tell a story about the beauty and fragility of love. it touches on themes of admiration, growth, and the layers that make love a real rollercoaster.
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♛┈・tracklist・・・!
my only love
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comments ♡. echoesofbow :: so is no one gonna mention how we all thought bow disappeared?? turns out she's been with mew all this time ♡. mewlody :: I'm so happy mew had a comeback, and on her birthday as well. ♡. endgamelvr :: didn't tomie announce a break just days ago? funny how that break includes drinking until you pass out ♡. addictedto_kpop :: finally! some interaction between idols that dont look robotic!!        ↳ dionarmony :: right, it seems mew is giving them a bit of a break from being perfect all the time. ♡. personalglasshousehater1 :: it seems glasshouse remembered mew was in their company, they seem to be focusing a lot on stpdcpd and paradox these days.        ↳ meowzcore :: girl, shut your stupid ass up! like we're gonna listen to someone named 'personalglasshousehater1'
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strawbs-screaming · 4 months
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punch out random headcanons (again)
i should sleep
- Aran is a unironic radiohead listener, he got caught listening to it at least 3 times but is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking it was a collective fever dream
- one of the main reasons the wvba doesnt go on holiday together is due to the fact most of the boxers suffer from insomnia & other stuff that stops them from sleeping normally and generally having shit sleeping schedules
- the wvba sometimes has movie nights, everyone takes turns picking movies, aran takes advantage of this and picks the worst movies possible on his turn just to piss everyone off
- King Hippo used to have the habit of eating anything handed to him as a child, thanks to this you can ask him what (insert random object) tastes like and he'll answer it honestly, tide pods? Refreshing and a very good texture, wood? Too dry. A loofa? Disgusting. Shoelaces? if cleaned before eating: unique. You name it, he's eaten it.
- bald bull usually drinks coffee without thinking about the fact hes not gonna be able to sleep properly, this causes him to not be able to stand still for more than a few seconds
- don actually has a lot of wounds on his hand from picking roses with thorns, being the reason he cant use hand sanitizer most times
- Mac has this one weezer shirt thats in horrible condition he wears as pjs, hes had it before he started boxing and still has it, it smells like death and doc hates it but cant bear to tell Mac to throw it out because he feels like it would come off as rude
- bull HATES physical touch, he absolutely cannot tolerate it, the most contact he'll make with someone is either a punch, a highfive or an awkward side hug, it just agitates him
- super macho man breaks down doors without knocking, literally just breaking a door because he thinks it makes him look "totally tough"
- Glass Joe is really good at ice-skating and has won a few competitions, hes considering doing it profesionally but is just doing it for fun now
- Disco kid has shitty hearing thanks to blasting his ears out with music 99% of the time, he has tinnitus + a ruptured eardrum but ignores it
- gabby jay is a very good baker, he sometimes makes bread in the shape of little animals when sad, baking is basically his therapy
- narcis is scared of the dark but will not admit it, he just comes up with excuses like "what if i trip on something and break my nose?" or "i dont wanna bump into stuff it pisses me off" And it somehow works
- pizza pasta will scold you if you break spaghetti into 2 around him, hes a huge pasta gourmet and will bully your cooking skills, fix those rigatoni making skills or go back to buying craft mac and cheese, bitch
- bear hugger drinks raw eggs from mugs like its coffee, he has offered it to everyone and only aran has accepted it once, after that incident aran got food poisoning and had to stop eating omelettes for a while
- there are only 4 boxers not allowed to cook in the wvba: bald bull, bear hugger, aran and soda popinski, bald bull keeps accidentally burning stuff, aran keeps intentionally burning stuff, bear hugger eats everything raw and soda keeps trying to add soda & other fizzy drinks to the food and ending up making some dubious mixtures, none of them are allowed into the kitchen under any circumstances unless its watching milk boil to make sure it doesnt spill
- someone once tried to cut heike's hair as a joke, 10 injured 975 dead
- hoy will call anyone son/child/daughter unless theyre older than him, hes basically adopted everyone and no one minds it
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formulawonu · 1 year
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could you do svt + asking you to be their s/o?? 🥺
seventeen & questions
a/n: hi im back ... imagining + writing this made me so sad bec i realized its never gonna happen to me 🤠 jhsdkasjd
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seungcheol: cheol would be the type to bring u to where u guys first met then say something like this is where our story started and i wanna start a new chapter with u if you'd let me... ur impressed n touched n feeling all kinds of things bec why is he so cool how does he do these things but he's internally PANICKING SHAKING NERVOUS HES NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE it all turns out well of course. cute
jeonghan: "why are u looking at me like that" "stop it" but jeonghan continues to just fondly stare at u with a small smile on his face:( "what is it" "just you" honestly you're a lil flustered but then he sighs and hes trying to act nonchalant by going "why dont we just make things official" "yoon jeonghan are u asking me out" "if ur answer is yes then yes" hes playing games til the end but he is very much serious 🙏
joshua: i think he's a classic guy so he would take you on a pretty picnic date and u guys would have fun and the tension between ur two hands beside each other is SUFFOCATING for both of u bec lets face it u wanna hold hands 😪 and when ur both thinking the same thing and he cant take it anymore he lays his hand over yours or takes ur hand in his and he tells u abt his feelings and asks u to be his s/o and u say yes and its PERFECT! no notes for mr hong
junhui: PLSSSS JUNHUI WOULD BE SO NERVOUS HED BRING U TO A FUN PLACE like an amusement park... or an aquarium date idk... and u guys are laughing the whole time and having a blast and at one point he turns to u and just lets you know how much he loves being around u and how he loves who he is when hes with u 😭 obv he asks u if u wanna be his s/o and u say yes :/ u guys r giddy the entire time after
hoshi: he wants everything to be perfect and choreographed and planned like he's consulting all the romantics in the group (read as: minghao seungkwan joshua fight me) like where should he go? how should he ask? is it too soon? how do i accept rejection if it happens? little to his knowledge u overhear them talking fml idfjkhdfj when he finally does go through with his plan u let him do it and u can see how nervous and calculating he is for his next steps but its SO CUTE U DONT HAVE THE HEART TO SAY U KNOW djfkghs
wonwoo: im gonna cry wonwoo is the type to just do it while u guys are doing something so casual and so domestic because for him it just feels natural. it just makes sense that this is the next step of ur relationship. u guys might be reading books on the couch or watching a movie next to each other or cooking ramen and he pauses to talk to you seriously and let u know how he's feeling. it's just so simple with him and it leaves you both so assured of ur relationship im sick.
woozi: hes a lil shy he's playing u a song he's just learned the chords to or maybe he learns the chords to ur favorite song and he's SINGING HIS HEART OUT FOR YOU bec he's also trying to put his thoughts together but ur obviously smitten for the man 🙄 he could ask you to do his laundry and u would say yes be for real
minghao: he'd take you to watch the sunset with him on a hill or on a nice walk in the park and i think he'd ask you while you guys are looking out at the view. he'd be very straightforward about it and it amazes him how he's able to feel so much for someone and that it's okay if you don't feel the same he does it's something he just needs to let you know he doesn't want you to feel pressured to say yes or agree to anything but HELLO???!!!!!! thats a perfect man right there
mingyu: he'd show up at ur door with a bouquet of roses or something 😭 "kim mingyu ur over doing it i know ur in love with me already" pls imagine the banter u two would have dkjffh his face would fall n be like "ok fine these arent for u then they're for ur next door neighbor" kdfhjdjfhg SULKY PUPPY anw u accept the roses and he takes u out for a nice meal then when u guys are otw back suddenly hes all "ok hear me out im gonna be serious for once" then he tells u all about his feelings and after hes staring at u waiting for u to say something and u just laugh and plant a kiss on his cheek. its done. how do u even pull a kim mingyu
seokmin: PLSSSSS LIKE HED BE CLOSE TO TEARS either from the nervousness or the emotions that overtake him when he's spilling his heart and soul out to you :((( i think he'd take you out to dinner then ask you over the meal and after that he's all "how was that?" and pls just put him out of his misery tell him he did great u feel the same way bec it was all he could think of during the days leading up to it
seungkwan: omfg seungkwan would just know the way to ur heart. like i think u guys would have such a great foundation before he thinks of asking u to be his s/o so if ur someone that wants something fancy and big he'll do it but if ur someone that just wants it light and personal he'll do that also :( he really thinks about what you would want first instead of his own emotions and feelings rfkdgrhf
vernon: plssss vernon when u guys start seeing each other he thinks that naturally means u guys are already dating or each other's s/o until someone brings it up and he's like huh no i have not asked them... i think it'd come up when he like just talks to you and has the define the relationship talk w u and u both agree that u feel the same way and there we go. you just continue on with the happy life u both have. as i have said before he is a simple man <3
dino: NO BECAUSE HES TAKING HIS SWEEEET TIME because he doesnt know how to gauge if u feel as deeply as he does if u even like him like that?!?!?! like what if its all in his head and ur just being the nice person u are????? omfg if im being honest u have to ask him if he wants to be ur bf and hes all "NO NO NO DONT ASK ME THAT IT SHOULD BE ME ASKING U" fml its implied after that convo but he'll still do something later on to properly ask u :")
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meowzilla93 · 4 months
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The people need little known facts about Baxter! Just like random headcannons, like what's his favorite holiday and why, etc. etc. Basically please just tell me more about this silly little man :)
*cracks knuckles*
me? talk about my favourite love interest in OL:BA?
Thought you'd never ask :P
favourite holiday? we already know his favourite season is fall cause nostalgia, and I almost wanna think that eventually Thanksgiving is his holiday
you absolutely know why but if i must elaborate
he is just so damn thankful for being able to reconnect with people he truly cared for, and that those people didnt give up on him; if MC romanced him, all the more thankful he has someone he can trust and rely on for the rest of his life, and that he can provide that back
but it wasnt always and only after Step 4; he needs to reconnect first for this to eventuate
and you just know that he will love hosting and cooking; any excuse to learn new recipes and show off his skills
before step 4 though? i dont think he had one, and thats his parents fault
any sort of events like these he had to attend with his family and be the 'expected perfect son' which he loathed
i do believe this is canon (pls correct if wrong) but i truly do believe he did not have any friends at his private school, and actively hated going
rebel Baxter? he sure was in his own way
spare periods between classes; he wandered off grounds to a spot where he could avoid the pompous populace
talk back to teachers? you can guarantee that; just more in that incheek way where they couldnt really punish him for what he said
can see him being the type to screw around in class and just be a bit of a bother to the teachers and students, but he was an A+ student all the way
guarantee that when asked to answer questions in class, if he was in the right sort of mood, straight up makeup facts just for the lols
(his parents might have put a stop to that real quick though)
mans was a brat we know this, and it was making the OLNF friends that made him question his life and his upbringing more
this is a touch more sad, but i think early on, he didnt really understand his parents position on things like the LBGTQIA+ community and such until he saw people he cared about be treated poorly by them, or heard what they had to say behind closed doors
i think this truly broke him and is what started the rifts in his friendships as he didnt know how to approach this (he is a kid, we cant expect him to know)
but what he did know, he NEVER wanted to be like his parents, and this is when he started his plan on moving to Virginia for uni
ahem, lets get back to some light hearted sweet stuff
i recon he went full platinum white once - pure white hair (you cannot take this away from me) but the upkeep of that was more insane than just handling black
favourite flower! rose. come on. even Cove said it in Step 1: Fancy!
though if we must choose a second option, Lupine
it has that really pretty purple colour (his second favourite colour after black and white) and its symbolism is very much on par with what he truly wants from life
google that shit, and tell me im wrong
100% reads smut; Im talking like Victorian era smut (Johanna Linsday, Amanda Quick type stuff)
October is his favourite month - the world around him was covered in that beautiful auburn colour
He loves pumpkin spiced lattes (with oat milk of course)
PRESENTS! oh oh when its Christmas time, this is the hardest thing for him because he doesnt just wanna buy something random, it needs to have meaning
You wanted to go see a museum? here are some tickets
Missed this movie when it was screening? Here is the Extended Release with all the additions DVD
You have a favourite flower or plant that you can never really have cause it doesnt grow in the climate you live in? In a frame you received a pressed and dried version of it, so you can always have it with you
.....i need to stop otherwise ill just keep going
(pls dont stop asking me though, ill talk about Baxter till death and will make a million more posts)
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bbyquokka · 5 months
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dead roses
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | han jisung x fem reader
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | angst, hurt/comfort, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | you've found out that jisung has been cheating on you.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | cheating, nipple/breast play, thigh fucking, thigh grinding, oral (m+ f rec), 69, love bites, vaginal fingering, protective sex ( p in v ), crying during sex, a lot of angst, hurt with no comfort ( if i missed any, lmk! )
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 6.1k ~ ( 6,113 )
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it started off small. at first, it was a few late nights at the office. then, he became secretive. he'd hide his phone from you, rush to it and snatch it off you when he had a text. he started to lie to you. “just going to the store. i will be five minutes.” but those minutes turned to hours.
you don't know what's happened to the man you loved. when you and jisung met, he was so sweet, caring and attentive. he made you laugh with his stupid and corny jokes. he knew how to brighten your day when you were feeling low. he knew how to make you feel loved.
the first day of every month, he bought you a single rose until you had twelve, then twenty-four, then twenty-six. those roses are dead. the petals crumble from a gentle touch, the colour drained and rotten and black. the water is dirty and murky yet they still sit on your coffee table as a painful reminder that the love you both shared, is just as dead as those roses.
touch became little to nothing. sex was none existent. jisung has a high sex drive so for him to go months without having sex with you, is strange. he no longer kisses you, hugs you or holds your hand. he can't even look you in the eyes. 
does he hate you? does he no longer want to be with you? do you not please him enough? all these questions and more swim in and out of your mind, day in, day out. you're riddled with anxiety when you watch him walk out the door to work. you're riddled with guilt for questioning the relationship; for questioning his love for you.
it got so bad and so draining that you considered putting a tracker on his phone and spying on him. but you couldn't bring yourself to do something like that – all you had to do was trust him even if your gut was telling you differently.
everything you thought of, every question that was left unanswered and every action of jisung's that was questionable have now all be answered due to the fact that you have found messages from him to another.
you feel sick to your stomach. rage bubbling and rushing through your veins like hot molten lava. your hands tremble and palms sweat as you scroll through his messages. you locked yourself in the bathroom, jisung fast asleep in the bed you both share. 
you know it's a huge breach of trust to go through someone's phone without permission, but you heard him on the phone earlier. you heard him say “i'll be there, baby.” you watched him walk out the door minutes later and return two hours later with a purple bruise on his neck and smelling of another. you saw the guilt in his eyes as you questioned him. 
he's a terrible liar.
you could wake him up there and then, question him about everything. wake him up with the harsh truth that you know everything but you wait. you want at least one more day to be sure, one more day of calmness before the boat rocks and you sink to the bottom. you know the proof is there in your hands, the messages, the naked pictures, the calls and the sexting. it's there but you need and want to be absolutely sure.
jisung is your everything and more. he's your world and he's taught you how to love yourself again. everything you've built together, gone in less than a second. the trust you had for him, shattered. your heart, crumbling like the rose petals.
you've seen enough. you close his phone before making your way back to bed. you place his phone back on the side table before sliding into bed beside him. you lay on your back, staring blankly at the ceiling as tears blur your vision and spill from the corners of your eyes. your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears, shattering with each tear that trickles down your skin.
a nightmare turned into reality.
you tried to act normal the next day to not raise suspicions. you tried to go about the day as if you didn't know but flashes of the texts shoot across your mind leaving you feeling sick and shackled. the rage building and building until you finally snapped. all it took was for jisung to return home late smelling of them, once again.
“where have you been?” you ask sweetly from your position on the sofa. jisung shrugs as he takes off his shoes.
“with changbin. i thought i told you before. he invited me out for dinner.”
“mhm, maybe you did. must have slipped my mind.” you fake a smile and a chuckle before continuing, jisung walking to you. “how was the meal? where did you eat?”
“it was fine.” he shrugs. “we went to changbin's favourite restaurant.”
you hum and nod as a response. the smell of another strong and tickling your nostrils now that he is much closer to you. you can see his honey skin glistening and his cheeks pink. his lips swollen and kiss bitten. 
“so, restaurant with changbin you say.”
“yes.” jisung laughs. “is that a pro–”
“funny you should say that, ji.” you interrupt him. “because i phoned changbin up and asked about you and he told me that you never showed up. in fact, you never had anything planned with him.”
the colour drains from those round cheeks you adore. his eyes widen in shock as the cogs turn in his head in search of an excuse – a lie.
he laughs, a fake laugh, as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other whilst rubbing the back of his neck. you stand up from your seat, eyebrow raised as you stare him dead in the eyes.
“oh c'mon, maybe he forgot.” he stutters, his voice shaking. you scoff which causes jisung to swallow.
“you're such a bad liar. not only are you using your best friend as an excuse, you can't even tell me the truth!”
“oh, c'mon yn. i'd never lie to you. i have no reason to lie to you!”
“really? because from where i'm standing, ji your body tells me differently. your brow is coated in sweat, your hands are shaky and clammy. your pupils have blown out and you're swallowing a lot as if your throat has gone dry as well as stumbling over your words and stuttering. you're lying to me, jisung.”
“yn, i have nothing to hide. please tell me why would i lie to you when all i have done is be honest and loving to you. devoted myself to you.” you roll your eyes at his words and scoff. you see red and the words come out like vomit.
“i know.” those two words you speak are enough to shake jisung up. fear clouds his mind and hugs his body. his heart thumps against his chest as his jaw clenches and throat tightens with each swallow of his saliva.
“know what?” he whispers. you stare at him.
“i know you've been sleeping with someone else.” 
jisung laughs. a laugh that's forced. a laugh that tries to lighten the situation and make it seem like a joke in hopes that you too, will find it funny and ridiculous of what you're accusing him off.
but it's not funny nor ridiculous. it's true and he knows it. he's been caught.
“i don't know what you're talking about, baby.” 
you roll your eyes and scoff. the anger rises to your cheeks. your body is hot with rage but you remain calm not because you want to but because you need to.
“stop lying to me, jisung. just admit it.”
“how did you know?”
“i went through your phone.” you say with a shrug. 
“you went through my phone?!” his voice increasing a little in volume, eyebrows furrowed together.
“seriously? me doing through your phone is the least of your worries right now jisung. you've been off with me for weeks, months! you don't touch me, don't talk to me. you barely look at me! it's like i disgust you or something! i needed answers because hell i wasn't going to get any off you.”
“i'm sorry. i've just been stressed, tired. i didn't mean to make–”
“how long?”
“excuse me?”
“how long has this been going on for? and don't even think about lying to me again jisung. all i ask of you is the truth. am i not worthy of that?” you voice shakes, nostrils flaring as hot tears blur your vision. jisung's expression softens, guilt spreading across his face. he sighs in defeat, lips pressing together.
“5 months..” he whispers. you nod once, hastily wiping the tears falling down your cheeks.
“why? is it me? do i not satisfy you enough. am i not good enough for you? i thought we had something, jisung..” 
"no! it was never you. i didn't do this out of spite, believe me yn! you're amazing, talented and so beautiful. the first time was a stupid, drunken mistake but–”
“but it felt good.” you finish his sentence with a whisper, your deepest fears coming to light. you and jisung have spent hours talking about your future together. you've spent endless minutes under the sheets together, planning and telling each other your wishes and dreams. he was the man you wanted to spend your life with, your forever after.
you wanted to marry him, have children with him, watch him achieve his goals and dreams. you never thought of him as someone who would cheat and willingly throw everything away – but love is blind they say and you were very blind.
“i thought we had something. the talks we had. our dreams. our future together, gone.” you whisper in disbelief. your heart sinking with each passing second. 
“it's not gone, darling.” he walks to you, his voice sickening sweet and gentle. it makes you believe he is just mocking the situation, mocking you as a person. you take one step back away from him and glare.
“don't you dare touch me after what you've done.”
“baby, please. i never meant to hurt you. i've been stressed and wanted some fun, someone to take my stress out onto. it's not my fault you've been so busy lately.” 
you look at him in disbelief. your eyes widen in shock. your body moves on its own and it isn't until you hear the harsh slap and feel the sting on your palm do you realize what you've just done.
“don't you dare! don't you fucking dare try and pretend to be the victim and spin this on me! i've been here the whole fucking time, waiting and wondering. questioning myself and this fucking scam of a relationship! do you know how many tears i have shed for you?! do you know how many hours i've spent laying awake at night and wondering why?! do you know that i've been filled with a suffocating amount of anxiety that it's caused me to throw up?!”
with his hand on his now red cheek, he looks up at you and swallows. his cheek burns from your slap. “i'm sorry.. i did–”
“didnt mean it? like you didn't mean to stick your cock into someone else for all these months?!”
“i'm sorry yn. what more do you want me to say or do? because if you have any ideas, please tell me and i'll do it.” the tears that roll down jisung's soft cheeks take you by surprise. his usual, life filled eyes now dead and showing nothing but heartbreak. they still shimmer though due to the tears that cascade down his soft cheeks – those cheeks you've missed squeezing and cooing over for hours and hours on end.
those cheeks that you adore because they belong to the man you adore.
“tell me yn, please i beg of you. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for making you feel this way. i'm sorry for doing what i've done. i'm sorry for being selfish and for being a jerk.” he walks towards you with you walking backwards. your heart races as he gets closer and closer to you and soon, your movement ends due to your back hitting the wall.
“ji, please..” you all but whisper. a broken whisper, a pleading whisper. you want all this to end, to turn back time to when things were simpler. to when he was yours and only yours.
you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at jisung but you can smell him. underneath the stench of the other person, you smell his natural scent. the scent you find the utmost comfy in. the scent that calms your mind and grounds you. your security. your safe space.
“i love you yn.” you open your eyes slowly, bottom lip quivering. you allow the tears to freefall down your cheeks as you're now face to face with him. “i love you.”
as he repeats the words, you allow him to reach down and hold your hand. is it your palms that are sweaty or his? either way, his skin is soft and tender. you can feel his hands all over your body. his fingers gently caressing your skin, setting it ablaze.
“i can't..” you shake your head. “this isn't – this isn't fair, jisung.” you sob.
he gives you a sad yet gentle smile as he brushes away your tears. his hand lingers for a split second and you allow yourself a moment of weakness, a moment of submission.
you feel his lips being pressed against yours gently and you allow it. you don't fight him. you don't push him away. you want him and you hate that about yourself.
his lips are so soft, so gentle. they're plump and mold beautifully with yours. he cups both your cheeks as you tilt your head to the side and moves your lips with his in a soft and passionate kiss. tears continue to fall down your cheeks as well as his own as you hold onto his wrists.
you just want him. just one more night of pure bliss. a night of pretending. 
the kiss deepens and turns more passionate. your body aches and burns from his simple touches. you've been touch starved of him for months and his simple touches are making you weak at the knees.
his tongue glides along your bottom lip slowly, asking – begging for permission which you grant but slowly parting your lips for him. you groan softly as his body presses flush against yours, his leg between yours and thigh pressing against your core.
his tongue enters your mouth where he caresses and tastes the inside. soft grunts and moans being swallowed by one another. tongues caressing and fighting for dominance as well as saliva mixing in the process. his hands drops from your cheeks to your hips where he holds and moves them back and forth so you rub against his thigh.
“ji..” you gasp as you pull away for a brief second. you pant a little before groaning softly as he leans in and peppers kisses along your neck. from the corner of your eye, you see the purple bruise from the other person and your heart sinks to your stomach like a dead weight. the tears come back and flow down your cheeks but you tilt your head to the side and allow jisung to kiss and mark your skin, acting like you belong to him and him only.
even though he doesn't belong to you anymore.
with each kiss, with each touch of his skin, a piece of your heart breaks off and crumbles to the floor but you're so consumed with him. his scent, his touch, his mind, body and soul. you've longed for him. longed for him to just take you, devour you, indulge in you.
“jisung.” you whisper softly. he pulls away from your neck. his lips glistening with saliva, his cheeks red and eyes glassy with lust and want. he wants you and it fills you up with so much ecstacy. you finally feel wanted.
jisung's grip on your hips tightens as he moves them a little faster. his thigh tenses under you, hardening as it rubs against your pussy through the layers of clothing. jisung presses his lips against yours again, this time it's messy, filled with want, need, desire and lust.
teeth bash together. saliva mixing and spilling from the lips. your lips swell as he nibbles and kisses them. you reach down between your bodies to cup his erection which causes jisung to gasp softly and hips to buck automatically in your hand.
you start by palming him slowly, feeling just how much he wants you. you trace his outline through the layers of fabric with your fingers before squeezing and palming him slowly but roughly.
his hands leave your hips to travel up your stomach from under your t-shirt where he stops just below your breasts. his fingers dance along your skin before cupping the soft flesh in his hands where he rolls and kneads them in his palms. you groan, eyes fluttering shut as you lean against the wall, hips grinding down on his thigh.
jisung watches you. he watches you unravel and fall right into the palm of his hands. he knows your weak spots, knows what you like and don't like but he also knows what drives you insane. your lips part as your breathy moans in the form of his name fall past them. his fingertips brush against your hard nipples where he teases them by delicately running his fingers over them.
it leaves goose bumps on the skin, your nipples to harden even further. your eyes open as you shake your head and beg;
“don't tease me. i need you more than ever.” 
jisung swallows, his body shivering at your words. you look so desperate for him. a look of intense lust and need spread all over your features. your hips moving on their own and your hands grasping at his clothing. you're begging for him, for his touch. you're begging for him to indulge in you.
he takes your hand and drags you to the bedroom. he strips himself off his clothing, the sight of his gorgeous tanned skin makes you throb. his broad shoulders and bulging chest. his tiny waist and soft stomach – you want it all.
he drops his underwear, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. his cock standing proud and leaking a little at the tip. you watch, frozen in time. your eyes trail from his chest to his penis where you admire it. the length, the way his foreskin hugs his tip, the veins that are slowly protruding along the sides; you feel so new, so vulnerable and no one can blame you. you haven't seen him naked in months so seeing him like this is enough to set a raging fire to burn in your stomach.
your breath hitches as he walks to you. he pulls your t-shirt up and over your head before latching onto your breasts. he suckles on your nipple, tongue playing and swirling around the hard bud. he coats it in his saliva, his tongue flat as he swipes it. 
one hand on your neglected breast, one hand currently pulling your bottoms and underwear off. his fingers tugging at your nipple simultaneously with each flick on his tongue. your fingers find their way into his silky smooth hair where you grasp and tug at the roots.
your bottom half is hit with cold air as your clothing shimmies down your legs and pools at your feet. the hand that was pulling your clothing off is now attached to your ass cheek where he massages the flesh and pulls your naked half flush against his own.
his cock slides between your thigh and rubs between your folds. you both gasp and shiver, jisung now gripping onto your ass cheeks as he thrusts his hips slowly, rubbing his cock against your cunt and plush thighs. he growls, teeth now sinking into the skin of your breasts before sucking and leaving purple bruising.
“so good.. fuck, i've missed you.” he moans as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. you swallow hard, swallowing down that burn in your throat as you blink back tears.
i've been here the whole time you wish to say but you don't want to ruin the mood. you have him, finally after months and months of waiting. you've allowed yourself to be weak, to indulge in his touch that you've craved.
you push back the negative thoughts, force yourself into forgetting about his affairs. as far as you're concerned, it's just you and him in the moment. you can play pretend – for one more night at least.
jisung cups your cheeks and kisses you messily. he's always been like this; sloppy and needy. it makes you wonder if he is the same with them as he is with you. you push the thought to the side as you kiss him back just as messily, desperation coursing through your veins and lust clouding your better judgment.
during the kiss, jisung walks forwards, pushing you backwards with each step until you hit the bed and fall back. without breaking the kiss, he kneels between your legs and leans over you, hands by the side of your head.
“69?” he questions in a breathy tone. you simply nod and hum before you both shuffle around and position yourselves. you on top, head by jisung's cock with your legs on either side of his head, cunt eye level with him.
he licks his lips hungrily, taking in a deep breath of your scent before moaning loudly and grabbing your ass cheeks. you giggle before grabbing the base of his cock and slowly stroke him.
he grunts before latching onto your swollen clit. your hips buck as his tongue swipes and toys with it, lips wrapping around the swollen bud as he sucks. two of his fingers rub between your puffy folds. a hum of satisfaction as he feels your slick coating his fingers up nicely.
“so fucking wet for me. i love how wet i make you, yn.” he mumbles. 
“only for you, baby.” you purr as you lazily stroke him. you pull back his foreskin, watching it slip down from his tip and revealing its red state. it's swollen, beads of precum forming before dispersing. his skin is hot against your palm. you lean down to press your tongue flat and glide it along his tip, collecting the salty precum.
you wrap your lips around his tip, lowering your head further down on his shaft. his thickness causes the corner of your lips to stretch and for you to feel full despite only managing less than half. jisung groans from below you, his penis being encapsulated in your warmth and wetness. 
it makes him want to fuck you right there and then. feel your soft and gummy walls tighten around his length. watch his shaft glisten in your slick – but he waits. he wants to play with your pretty pussy some more. he wants to feel it throb and beg for more of his touch. 
he loves how slick you feel. how you respond to his touch so well. he loves it, so much so, that he becomes riddled with guilt. his mind switches and turns back to the many times he was out for hours on end with the other person. they don't feel as good as you. they don't sound as good as you, yet he still continued because he became addicted to the thrill.
he knew he was hurting you. he saw each piece of you crumble every time he returned home. the sullen look on your face, your eyes puffy and red whilst filling up with tears as you noticed yet another bruise. he's a coward, he knows that. the amount of times he's wanted to tell you, to confess his sins, makes him feel sick to his own stomach.
he doesn't recognise himself anymore. the thrill of being with another changed him, changed him into something he vowed to never be. he became the man he hates. he willingly threw everything that he had with you away. the dreams, the talks, the wants and desires – gone!
he knows you'll never be able to bounce back from this. he knows that if you do decide to stay with him, he has his work cut out. he knows your anxiety will be all over the place and your trust in him is little to nothing; but if you're willing to give him another chance, he will try so hard until he is red in the face and sweating blood and shedding tears.
he wouldn't blame you if you broke up with him though. in fact, that's what he is expecting after all this. this isn't make-up sex, it's different. it's the calm before the storm (even though the storm has already happened) it's goodbye sex. one more night of passion. one more night of embracing each other before going your separate ways. the thought of spending the rest of his life without you, pains jisung and a burning lump forms in his throat.
he only has himself to blame though.
all his thoughts get casted aside as he feels his tip touch your throat. he wraps his arms around your ass, pulling you down so you're flush on his face. he buries his face in your cunt, licking and spitting, smearing and caressing. you bob your head up and down a few times before releasing him from your mouth. you stroke him as you spit on his tip and smear it in with your thumb so it mixes with his precum.
his hips buck as his dick throbs. he's sensitive. your touch is (and always has been) like fire to him. your mouth is once again on him, licking and sucking. it's sloppy and messy just how he likes it. 
whilst you suck, jisung pushes two of his fingers inside your aching core with ease due to your slick. your walls welcome him, hugging his fingers tightly as he thrusts them. you squeeze your eyes shut, basking in the pleasure that warms your body and veins. his tongue is latched onto your clit as he swirls it around and kitten licks it. his fingers hook and curl against your walls, pushing more inside until he brushes against your g-spot. 
when he does, your thighs shake and all your weight disappears. you pull from his cock, moaning in a breathy tone and asking for more. 
“j-jisung.. ji.. fuck!”
“my name sounds so beautiful when it rolls off your tongue.” he hums.
“m-more. please.”
“what do you want, baby? tell me.”
“i want you to fuck me.” you whimper. jisung hums and positions you on your back gently. he kneels between your legs, hands on your hips as he admires your body. 
he's been in this position with you many times before but today just feels different. it feels new, odd, strange but not bad. it feels like you two are having sex for the first time. everything feels like a dream, nothing is real and jisung is scared. he doesn't know what to do anymore.
as he reaches over to the bedside table for a condom, he is abruptly stopped by your hand grabbing his wrist. 
“no. no protection. i want to feel you, jisung.” he swallows thickly. he's always wanted to fuck you raw but for safety (and common sense) reasons, you've both been careful. 
“are you sure?” the tips of his ears burn red as you nod.
“yes.” you look to the side, avoiding his gaze as you mumble. “just do whatever you want.”
his heart shatters as he knows what you mean. he's been doing what he wants for months so why stop now? you sound so defeated, so energy less that it feels wrong. with a soft sigh, he grabs a condom, rips it open and rolls it onto his hard length.
“what are you doing?” 
“i can't do that.”
“why? you've always wanted to. i gave you permission to do so, so why are you not doing it?”
“yes, you gave me consent but it just doesn't feel right. i do want to fuck you raw and feel you but it just doesn't feel right. maybe next time?”
“next time?” you question with a raised brow. “there's going to be a next time?” jisung looks down and swallows. he doesn't say a word to which you sigh at. “just, hurry up and fuck me ji. i want to feel you still and have some fun. i still want to indulge you.”
“really?”
“really.”
with a nod, he guides his length to your entrance. you groan softly as he breaches you, stretching you in the process. he holds your waist tightly as you grip onto the sheets. you've forgotten how thick he is and how much the stretch burns, no matter how much jisung prepares you.
“fucking tight.” jisung says between laboured breaths. you hum as a response, breathing slowly as he pushes half his length inside. he stays to allow you to get used to his size, to allow the burn to subside. when it does, you give him the ok but he doesn't move.
you frown, repeating your ok again. his head is hanging low, his grip on you so tight. you lean up on your elbows for a better view.
“ji? are you ok?” your eyes widen when you hear the most painful, heart-breaking sob from him. a sound you've never heard from him before. a sound you wish to never hear. it makes your mind go blank, your heart to sink to your stomach for the nth time.
“'m sorry..” he whispers, tears dripping down his cheeks. “'m so so sorry.”
his voice cracks. he sounds so small, so vulnerable. tears blur your own vision before falling down your cheeks slowly.
“look at me.” he refuses so you repeat your sentence again, this time much more softly. he obeys, looking at you with tear stained cheeks and wet lashes.
“it'll be ok.” you say with a sad smile.
“no, it won't be! the damage is already done yn. i fucked up massively and my biggest fear will come true.”
“you only have yourself to blame ji. if you just told me about the drunken one night, then we could have got through it together and be ok again. but you went back to them, sober and willing. i was made to feel second best.”
“you're never second best to me, yn..”
“but i am. you didn't think about me when you left the house. you didn't think about me when you went to them. you didn't think about me when you fucked them. i am second best. you made me feel like i'm second best, ji.”
“i'm sorry. i know i keep repeating myself but i'm so terrible sorry! i'm the worst. i'm disgusting, a pig!”
“hey.” you reach up and wipe away his tears. “you fucked up, yes. massively if that, but that doesn't mean you should talk about yourself like that, darling. the jisung i know, the jisung i loved was kind, considerate, caring. you made me feel so alive and special.”
“i've become the man i hate.”
“one question.”
“mhm?”
“did you–” you swallow as you brace yourself. “did you enjoy it with the other person?”
“no.” jisung looks you square in the eyes. “it wasn't so much about the person as it was the thrill. i became addicted to it. i lost myself and in the process, i hurt you.” 
you nod before falling back onto your back. he's telling the truth. you've known him long enough to know if he is lying or not. however, this just made your decision much more difficult. if he had given you a different answer, it would've been much easier for you to leave.
but you're attached to him. attached to the way he makes you feel. attached to the memories, good and bad! he's everything to you and more. you don't want to leave him, you don't want to be alone. you want to spend your life with jisung because he is all you've ever known.
however, it wouldn't be fair on either of you. you won't be able to trust him, question his every move. he has patience but a person only has so much so how long will it be until you drive him away and lose him for good.
tears drip down the bridge of your nose as you think. your teeth digging into your bottom lip. you let out shaky breathes as you feel jisung lean over you and cup your cheeks gently.
your eyes lock with his. his tears dripping onto your cheeks and merging with yours.
“i love you.” he whispers. you swallow and shake your head.
“no you don't. if you did, you wouldn't have done what you've done. you wouldn't have made me feel like this.”
it hurts him, like a dagger to the heart but he understands where you're coming from. both consumed with negative thoughts, jisung holds your waist gently and sniffs.
“shall we?” he asks. you nod and close your eyes, waiting to be basked and filled with so much pleasure, it clouds your thoughts and masks your feelings.
jisung starts off slow and steady, picking up the pace once he hears your soft moans. the pleasure soon overrides the negativity as you (and jisung) become consumed with each other once again.
your gummy walls squeeze around his shaft. the sound of skin on skin and your soppy cunt mixing together with the breathy moans. you call for his name, reaching up for him. he leans down, pressing his chest against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
he pushes more of himself inside until he is balls deep. you nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his natural scent that mixed with the smell of sweat. jisung's hot breathes fan against your neck, his lips occasionally kissing your neck as he thrusts.
“feels good.” you moan softly.
“me too. you feel so good around me, yn. fuck, you feel so fucking amazing!” 
“keep going, please! don't stop.” you whine. he nods as his tip bumps against your g-spot. your body jerks and muscles twitch. each thrust, rub and bump of your insides brings you closer to the edge. you tighten around him, squeezing him tightly as your gut burns.
“it's ok. cum around my cock, yn.” he purrs before kneeling up. he holds your inners thighs far apart as he thrust fast. his gaze fixated on your cunt and the way it devours his cock. you whine and with a few more thrusts, you're calling out his name as your orgasm hits you.
your walls contract around jisung's length. your mind blank and back arching off the bed. it only takes a few more thrusts from jisung before he is trembling and emptying his cock into the condom.
once you're both calm and relaxed from the high, he pulls out slowly. he rolls the condom off, ties it and discards it in the trash. 
“want to shower together?” he asks, hopefully.
“um, no. i think i will shower after you.” jisung nods and gives you a sullen smile. as soon as the bathroom door closes, reality hits you like a bus.
you can't stop it. the pent up emotions finally overflow and spill. tears stream down your cheeks as you cry hard. you struggle to breath as you cry for the man you once loved and knew. you're so confused, mind fuzzy and muddled as you're unsure on what to do. 
you want him. you want him so badly but it pains you. you can't look at him without seeing him with them. without feeling like you will always be second best, like you'll never be enough.
jisung hears it all. he hears your broken wails and sobs and it pains him even more to know that he is the cause of your pain. if he could turn back time, back to when things were simpler, he would've never attended that stupid party that started all this. he only has himself to blame.
he's not a religious man but he prays that as soon as he is done in the shower; you will still be there. 
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bigassbowlingballhead · 4 months
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hello! astrology anon back, from a very long work shift, so apologies to keep everyone waiting. I didnt know yall would be so interested lol! so I'm going to hit base level on all things, and then I can go into more detail about specific things if you want. Nick is a Libra, they're flirts, theyre whores(in theory), theyre hopeless romantics, they love beauty and art and poetry, and .. flirting, they love flirting. they flirt by accident, they dont even know they're flirting its a second nature. So that's a start, but his mars is cancer, mars rules anger (we dont care about that rn) and sexuality. so think cancer-like kinks. domestic bliss is one, and by that I mean breeding. call them daddy. say 'breed me' at them, they will HAPPILY oblige. cancer mars does consider the whole romancing thing part of the foreplay though, a nice dinner, some candles, roses, a massage, would really get them going. some things that commonly occur in them are exhibition kinks, no real danger, just.. up against a window. and corruption kinks. play innocent for them, let them ruin you. (who would mind letting nick ruin them?) better yet, let them chase you down. Then we can head to his Venus, which rules love but there's also some sexuality in that right? (not to exclude the ace bbies, ur all valid!) Nick's got a Scorpio, now we ALL know scorpios are the 'freaks' of the zodiac, that's where the REAL kinks come in. scorpios lean toward kink, occult, goth fashion (we know bby girl had an emo phase) and possession (as in being very jealous) the kind that want to own you and let everyone know, leave plenty of marks so everyone knows exactly how good they uh.. well fucked you, lets be honest. not even my opinion, just commonly accepted fact, a venus Scorpio man is one of the most sexual of the zodiac signs, a very dominant placement (its hilarious he always ends up on the bottom) and by dominant I mean a touch sadistic, perhaps an extreme view, but I don't think a little blood would scare Nick off, (provided it didn't scare you off). He has.. so much scorpio all over his chart, that I'm sorry to break it to anyone that isn't down with it, but the boy's a sadist, an I don't really mean.. super rough either maybe just spankings, some choking, face slapping, but I don't think you could scare him off with more extreme things. he's soft enough in other placements to lean into what youe comfy with! but also, any kink folks out there who have fucked with sadists know what I mean by this, he's a /lazy sadist/. That Taurus Lilith he's got, oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for... as long as he could stand to hear you whimper, (probably a while, good luck) BUT! scorpio is also water and he's got so much other water in there, babygirl loves some cuddles, i think he's excellent at consent, and I think he's excellent at aftercare. I'd bet money that someones told him 'i said you could hit me nick jesus christ just do it' more than once, (which is very sexy of him imo) I think he'd take good care and be very Intune to his partners needs and body cues. and then be SO happy to give you a bath, and put on your pajamas and wrap you in a blanket and make you a snack, hold you for hours and tell you how proud he was, and how good you did and how much he loves you. overall, some submission (on your part), trust, kink, and nipple clamps, can lead to a fulfilling and passionate relationship with babygirl i think.
What a RIDE. Thank you, so much for taking the time after your long shift to grace us with this, wonderful reading of his chart. you're really doing a service for us.
oh that boy would dream of having a cup of tea in the corner while his partner was tied up blind folded and strapped in with a vibe for… as long as he could stand to hear you whimper,
This- i'm having thoughts
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glazemeda · 1 year
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aster first of all congrats on 200 dear! you deserve those and many many more <3 your writing always puts me at ease and makes me super happy /gen 🥺💕 for your event, how about i, k, l, o, x for kazuha please? thank you so much and please dont overwork yourself! remember to take breaks, sleep enough and stay hydrated mwa!! 💗
note; tysm hori! i'll do something better, here you go, the full alphabet for the pretty samurai<3 tags; slight angst here and there, mostly cheesy and fluffy, not edited.
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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Kazuha is someone who enjoys being outside, even more with you by his side. He’d like to take trips with you, whenever you want to go, and he keeps those memories close to his heart. The memory of the sun caressing your skin so beautifully will be one he’ll think of when he needs inspiration.
But, your lover likes to be close to you no matter what you’re doing. If you prefer to stay inside, he’s okay with that, he should take a break from traveling sometimes, so he’ll stay with you, reading together or writing a sweet haiku for you. Quiet evenings where he can rest his head on your lap are his favorites.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Your lover can’t answer a question like that. Is there something not to admire about you? Is there something about you that isn’t beautiful? The answer to both of those questions is a no. He admires everything that makes you, you, be it bad or good.
Kazuha thinks you’re the very meaning of beautiful, you’re the most gorgeous sight in his eyes, your smile shines more than the sun, the red on your cheeks reminds him of the prettiest roses… Don’t ask him what he likes about you, unless you can listen to him for hours and don’t mind ending up with a completely red face.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
He’ll stay by your side, leaving enough space as to not make it worse, and tell you that he’s there for you. If you’re alright with touch, the ronin will gently place his hand on your back or your arm, and encourage you to take slow, deep breaths.
One his fingers will softly repeat shapes on your skin, or gently tap with a certain rhythm to help you focus. Take your time, he’ll remind you, he won’t go anywhere. He’ll also encourage you to match his breathing, if doing it alone it’s difficult at that moment.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Kazuha focuses more on the present, rather than past or future. His dream is simple: to stay by your side and give you a reason to smile. He just wants to hold your hand, to have you in his arms, and kiss your lips.
He prefers to not think too much about the future, as many things could happen. He wants to enjoy your time together, right now, without caring about anything else. But of course, he hopes you’re still there, waiting for him to return from his travels, as years pass.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Right in the middle. Your lover is good at adapting, so if you want him to be more dominant or passive, he’s alright with both. You’re pretty equal most of the time, though, but it’s more of your personal preference.
Kazuha doesn’t mind that kind of thing, as long as your relationship goes well and the two of you enjoy being together. It may depend on the day, your mood, or any other factors.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Fights with Kazuha are extremely uncommon, as he makes a big effort to communicate with you and keep calm whenever there’s a disagreement. Unless it’s something really serious, he’ll most likely forgive you rather easily if you’re honest when you apologize.
If it’s something more… personal, something that deeply hurt him, it’ll take time. If you’re sincere about regretting what you said and what happened, he’ll end up forgiving you, but it mostly depends on you.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Your lover is so grateful for you, and he makes sure to show it. He appreciates how you wait for him to come back to you, how you trust him to do so, and how you help him during his weakest moments.
Kazuha is well aware of what you do for him, and he tries to do the same for you. After a long journey, you’re always there for him, you help him relax and listen to him as he talks about his trip. You look at him like he’s your whole world, and you’re his.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
In the beginning, there are things Kazuha prefers to keep for himself. Not because he doesn’t trust you, he loves you dearly and trusts you with his life, but he needs time to organize his thoughts and feelings before he opens up.
Slowly but surely, he’ll tell you everything about himself, hoping that you’ll do the same. He’ll talk about his childhood, his family, his friend, his most difficult experiences… He wants you to know him, especially if he thinks about proposing to you.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Kazuha didn’t change much on the outside, but inside, you were able to make his worst memories go away. Thanks to you, he finds it easier to remember his friend with a bittersweet smile, wondering if he would be happy to know that Kazuha found someone as wonderful as you.
You help him during his worst moments, making him feel safe and warm. He has someone’s shoulder to cry on when he can’t continue bottling his feelings. You helped him realize that he doesn’t have to hold in the tears all the time, and he’s forever grateful to you.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Jealousy and Kazuha in the same sentence is a strange occurrence. Your lover trusts you a lot, and knows that you wouldn’t betray him in any way. Besides, he knows how to control his temper and doesn’t let any intrusive thoughts blind him.
But, if someone is going too far and touching you without your consent, even though you’re clearly uncomfortable and trying to get away, he won’t hesitate to step in. He won’t resort to violence, unless it’s self-defense, he’d rather walk away with you. You’ll notice your lover is a bit more touchy than usual, and if you ask him, he’ll admit that he felt a little jealous. The pink on his cheeks is adorable.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
He’s definitely a good kisser, he takes his time and makes sure that you enjoy it as much as he does! Kazuha usually gives you a small sign when he wants to kiss you, especially in public, be it a simple glance or playing with your fingers until you realize what he wants to do.
The first kiss you shared was nothing short from one from a fairy tale or a poem. His lips gently touched yours, moving slowly as his hand caressed your cheek. It wasn’t a long kiss, even if he yearned to claim your lips again and again… he feared that, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from stealing kiss after kiss.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
It would depend on where you are and your own preferences. Still, he would take you out on a date, visiting places he knows you enjoy, then asking you to stop for a minute before you go back home.
Kazuha would gently hold your hand in his, slowly intertwining your fingers. His touch is loose enough for you to step back if you wanted to, but of course you didn’t. He’ll tell you about his feelings, about how his heart beats faster when you’re around, and about how you’re in his mind whenever he sees something beautiful… He can wait for your answer, just as you wait for him to come back every time.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, married or not. Kazuha will bring up the topic with you first to know your preferences before he does anything. If you want to get married, he won’t doubt.
He’ll propose to you with the sweetest poem you’ve ever heard, every word full of love and wonder. He’d like a nice wedding, inviting your family and close friends. It may get a little rowdy with Beidou and her crew, but it’ll be a really fun and wonderful event!
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Oh, Kazuha uses the loveliest nicknames for you. Dove, my love, beloved, dear, darling, maple leave, my heart, flower, my breeze… There are so many, and even more, but he can’t help him when every nickname comes from his heart.
He’ll watch your reaction to every single one. The ones that make you react the most will be kept for private, or moments when he wants to tease you a little bit, while the other can be used in public as long as you’re alright with it.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Anyone who has known him for at least a day can see how smitten this man is with you. He’s surprisingly obvious, as some had expected him to not change much after falling in love. The samurai is pretty good at keeping a kind smile on his face and look calm all the time… but he’s not exactly subtle when he stares at you from afar.
Kazuha writes about you. There are so many poems, haikus and even letters about his feelings for you in his room. Each of them are full of love, making clear just how wonderful you are and how much he wishes to be by your side. Some of them express how he dreams of holding your hand as you watch the sunset together. Maybe, he’ll be able to show them to you one day.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Bold of you to think Kazuha wouldn’t tell anyone who’s willing to listen about how wonderful you are. There are times when Beidou even tries to avoid the ronin because she’s too tired to listen to him talk for hours about you.
He isn’t shy at all, he’s happy to be your boyfriend and won’t ever reject a kiss from you, no matter who’s in front of him. His cheeks will turn a pretty pink, his smile even softer as he watches you go after leaving a peck on his lips. Then, he’ll continue talking like nothing happened, ignoring any looks from others.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
He’s a really good cook. Kazuha can make delicious dishes without many ingredients, and even the simplest recipes taste like a delicacy. If you’re traveling with him, you’ll stare as he prepares everything for your meal. For some reason, it’s hypnotizing.
And he loves to cook for you! If you’re tired or simply don’t want to cook, leave it to him. There’s nothing better than arriving home to see your boyfriend in the kitchen with a cute apron on, a gentle smile on his lips as he tells you to sit at the table while he finishes with the food. It’s your favorite dish, and it tastes better than usual, all thanks to your lover.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
There’s no doubt that Kazuha is a romantic man, he enjoys the soft touches, kissing your hand, whispering promises of love in your ear… He’d do many things to make you happy, just say the word, and the ronin will give his all.
He likes to be creative with the haikus he writes for you, searching for the most beautiful metaphors to try and describe your beauty, although he knows that no words can do so. He does enjoy romantic clichés though, if it makes you smile or blush, it’s good.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Your lover supports you a lot! He believes in you, don’t even doubt it. Kazuha knows you’ll achieve your goals, and even if you don’t, he’s there for you. Sometimes, it’s not the right time, but don’t let failure blind you.
He’ll be there to help you when you need it, and he’ll tell you how brave and wonderful you are. Try your best, and even if it’s not enough, it will some day if you keep trying. He’ll stay with you in every step of the way, and he’ll offer you a hand if you ever fall.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
While he enjoys to try different things, he’s also okay with a routine. Kazuha would like to take a few trips with you from time to time, maybe take you to a place he found in one of his travels and thought you’d like it too.
Still, a routine is comforting. After wandering, having to keep his guard up to avoid any nasty surprises, a routine is a nice break, especially if it’s with you. It’s domestic, sweet and makes his chest feel warm.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Sometimes you wonder if Kazuha knows you better than yourself. He learned about your quirks and how to read your mood without you saying a word, he knows what to do when you’re upset, how to push your buttons and how to make you melt against him with a simple kiss.
If you’re upset, he can’t help but worry. If you’re crying, his chest hurts, and he wants nothing more than hold you in his arms and comfort you. If you smile, no matter how bad his day was, it’ll feel like the rainy clouds disappeared to let the sun shine. So, yes, he’s pretty empathetic when it comes to you.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Your relationship is one of the most important things in his life, along with his freedom to wander and the close friends he found. It’s difficult to explain how important it is for him, but you have a permanent place in his heart.
Every morning, he wakes up wishing to see your sleeping face beside him, or find you close with a smile. When he travels, you rarely leave his thoughts, and he’s excited to go back home, to go back to you, and tell you about everything.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Kazuha lets you do whatever you want with his hair. Feel free to try any hairstyles on him, he won’t complain if he ends up with a pair of pigtails. He loves when you run your hands through his hair, and he might fall asleep after a while.
When he’s feeling down, he’ll plop down on your lap. His hair is down, snowy locks falling on his face, waiting for your warm, loving hand. It’s quiet, and with every caress from you he can feel his worries disappear.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
As long as you’re okay with it, Kazuha is pretty affectionate! He isn’t exactly handsy, but he just loves to hold your hand when you’re walking side by side. Feel free to put your hands on his arm even, he finds it cute.
But yes, he loves to kiss and cuddle with you. Every touch from you makes his heart jump and he has the sweetest smile on his face. He’s addicted to your lips, and doesn’t even try to hide it when he chases after them whenever you kiss him. He can write so many poems about how your touch feels like home, how your body fits so perfectly against his… He loves you so much, and he wants to show you in all the ways he can.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He writes. Haikus, poems, letters, anything. If he finds something beautiful, be it a flower or even a place, he’ll try to compare it to your beauty. A pretty red flower for the color of your cheeks, a warm drink for the warmth in his chest when he’s with you.
He’ll send you those letters, even if they’re a bit messy. Those are his thoughts, that way you’ll be aware that he’s still thinking about you, even if you’re far away from the other. Some nights, Kazuha looks up at the night sky, wondering if you’re also looking at the moon and thinking of him.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
He’s willing to fight for you, to defend you, and give his all for you to stay by his side. If there’s something threatening your relationship, Kazuha will try to find a way to deal with it. He doesn’t have many limits when it comes to this.
If you want to stay by his side, he won’t hesitate to fight for you. He won’t lose you, not unless you wish to leave him. He won’t let anyone or anything take someone dear to him, not again, he promises to protect you with his life.
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Bucky x reader
He’s always been carful around you acting like you were glass and he especially wouldn’t have sex with you it’s not that he didn’t want it, he did he wanted you so bad, he was scared to hurt you. But when Tony sends you too off for a vacation that might change
Inspiration from the twilight sex scene
Cw- fem reader, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, angst, mild cursing, sexual implications.
You and Bucky walk into the large house. That sits on the beach.
“Well seems as though stark set us up with a honeymoon not a vacation.” Bucky says setting the bags down you chuckle shaking your head. As you walk around exploring walking out of Bucky line of sight. You’re met with a trail of rose petals as you follow them into the bedroom. You cover your mouth in a laugh.
“James!” You call “yeah?” He says walking in “oh..” he chuckles.
You get on the the bed and lay back. The smell of fresh rose petals engulf you feel a weight next to you as Bucky joins you.
“When we get back imma kill him.” He says
“James. Dont.” You say and get up
“Wait.” He says getting up moving you closer to him as he takes petals out of your hair you smile as his bright blue eyes wander you.
“There’s um… there’s a list of activities to do, stark sent us a pamflate. Ill go grab it” He says getting up leaving you you fall back into the bed in annoyance.
It has been your mission for you and Bucky to make love, knowing each other for 8 years being together romantically for 2. There have been times where you two have gotten close but he always backs off at the last second and walks out of the room telling you to wait. He’s expressed how he dosnt want to hurt you he’s not in tune with his own strength. And would never wanna risk your life over his own pleasure.
“James! It’s already night can we do things tomorrow?” You ask as he walks back into the room he nods holding the itinerary and a cup of water, still looking through the little booklet.
“Okay.” You get up and walk to your bag crouching down unzipping it. You look through it seeing all the things you packed have been swapped out. You move things around holding up a set of lingerie. It catches Bucky eye and he coughs setting down the cup choking on the water.
“S-sorry.” He chuckles gesturing to the piece in your hands. Pushing his hair back out of his face.
“Oh fuck..sorry.. no i-..um shit. I didn’t pack it. My stuff is switched this must be someone else’s-..” you stop as you see a note that reads.
‘Glad to be of service, hope you enjoy what we packed for you and Barnes. -Natasha and Wanda.’
“…case.” You sigh putting your head down.
“Dont worry doll… i promised you one day.” He says walking over to you and kissing your head. Then walking out of the room. You sigh.
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You walk into the bed room in a semi see through doll like nightgown one of the most modest items of clothing in you suit case. Bucky sits against the head board waiting for you as he usually does, wearing a light blue shirt and great sweat pants. You lean against the door frame posing. He chuckles that turns into a laugh as he shakes his head and turns away from you laying down. You sigh and shake your head. Getting into bed snuggling up with a pillow instead of your man. He looks at you and places the covers over you and kisses your head. He pulls you into him you let go of the pillow and turn around wrapping your arms around him.
“You look beautiful” He says “then show me.” You say looking up at him.
“Y/n..”
“What’s wrong? Buck? Is it me?” You ask pulling back from him sitting up.
“No no don’t- why would you think that?” He says sitting up with you putting his hand on your cheek.
“You wont touch me..” you says he brushes his thumb against your cheek.
“You know that’s not what I mean. I know your scared you’ll hurt me but you wont. I promise.” You say moving closer to him.
“Y/n..I can’t.” He says
“You can’t? Or you wont?” You ask getting out of bed walking to the large sliding door opening them that leads to the balcony over looking the beach. You watch as the waves crash against the shore. A hand touches your waist as Bucky arms wrap around you.
“I love you..and i want you more than anything you know that. From the moment i first saw you. But hydra didn’t just take away my arm doll…they took away my will, my control, my sense of mind. They gave me something I can’t ever get rid of. It would make me happier than anything to be able to make love to you but i can’t risk the thought of hurting you...” He says you shake your head. “…do you trust me?” He asks
You frown feeling his hands move up your waist “love?” He asks “yes.” You reply turning around. Wrapping your arms around his neck.
“All i want is you..please.” You say you put your foreheads together. “If hurt you tell me, okay?” He says you nod
“Okay?”
“I love you..” he says
“I love you.” You reply With that seal of approval he immediately kisses you. You kiss him back he picks you up your legs wrap around his waist as he carry’s you back to the bed not pulling his lips away for one second. And sets you both on the bed as he overs over you.
His hands travel up and down your body eventually he pulls back and pulls off his shirt. He goes back to you lips as your hands feel up with waist and stomach his abs texturing your finger tips. He pulls off your top exposing your breast. You fiddle with the edge of his sweat pants wanting them off already being able to see his erected member through it. he pulls them off exposing himself to you and he pulls off your panties after. He spreads your legs apart angling himself to your enterence.
He looks down at you your small body under his. His metal arm resting above the head boarded area by your head. You nod to let him know its okay. You begins to enter you as you stretch around him his size and length challenging you.
“Ngh..” you shut your eyes your nails digging into his back. You both moan at each other touch.
“S-sorry.” He says you shake your head no. “It’s good, it feels good.” You say to him as you pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back. You grind your hips against him telling him its okay to start moving. He thrusts into you. You moan into him as he pulls your leg up running his hands down your thigh. He thrusts more making you let moans. His metal hand that he keeps above you pushes into the head board causing it to crack and split completely making the side of the bed post fall. He slows himself down..
“It’s okay..” you says pulling back back down to you. “It’s okay.” You look into his blue eyes he nods. And continues carefully. But soon continues to the pace before. Bucky lets out breathily moans with each thrust.
You try to conceal your moans as best as possible but the pleasure he’s giving you is far to much. You kiss him and push him off you climbing on top of him and sitting back down onto his cock. 
“F-fuck..” he groans at the new angle you squeeze him. Riding him. He grips your hips as you grind and fucking yourself on him. “y/n..shit.” He huffs as his dick twitches in you. 
“bucky please..” you whine moaning out his name. He thrusts up into you, you clench around him climaxing. He sits up kissing you reaching his own climax. 
You pull away panting. Coming down. He presses his lips against your and you kiss him back running your fingers through his hair moving the loose strands out of his face. 
Pt 2 coming soon.
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Can i request a hate sex with geralt of rivia and fem!reader?
Reader "wins" a training fight with geralt and brags about it a little to much for his liking so he rails her against a tree?
Or reader steels geralt's kill and he punishes her in his bedroom at the inn they are staying at?
You dont have to do any of which if you dont want to:)
You Tease
geralt x fem!reader
warnings | smut sooo 18+, minors DNI, a bit rough i guess, let me know if i missed anything
wc | 1.1k
a/n | i am still very new at writing smut, so pls bear with me. also at the beginning, im pretending i know anything about swordfighting :)
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Geralt grunted as he parried your blow, following with a riposte. You manage to jump back in time to avoid his retaliation. The smirk on his face grew by the minute, you knew he was confident in his abilities, and gods, you wanted to knock him down a peg. The only way you could do that would be to play dirty.
After your city was ravaged by war, you took to the sword. Mostly, you taught yourself, but when a certain witcher crossed your path, you clung to him like a baby. At first, he tolerated you. But your personality clashed with his, so much so that fighting was inevitable and a daily occurrence. Yet neither of you left the other.
So this is how you blew off steam - fighting in the woods. You were high on success and you were determined to beat him. Because today, you had caught dinner first and delivered the final blow to the slyzard you’d even tracked before him. He was pissed, to say the least.
As Geralt lifted his blade to the side and over his head, you took your chance. Lifting your sword up to block his swing, you swept your foot behind his, knocking him off balance. With the witcher down, you pressed the tip of your blade gently against his neck.
“Looks like I won.”
“You cheated. That’s not winning.”
“Yes, it is, actually.” Your sword rose to tap the underside of his chin, “My real opponent would be dead now, I call that a win.”
“We were training, y/n.”
“I wasn’t.” You smirked, reaching your hand out to help him up. To your surprise, he accepted the gesture.
You sat down on a log, exhausted, and added another log. It was getting dark and you were in no mood to be cold tonight.
“You better step up your game tomorrow, big guy.” Now you didn’t even try to hide your smile, “Wouldn’t want word of a witcher constantly losing to a human woman, would you?”
Geralt shocked himself with his restraint, choosing to ignore your antagonizing remarks. Besides, he had other things on his mind.
You had, of course, slept together before. Always in a moment of heated passion, and never spoken of again until its next occurrence. And Geralt wanted it more often than he cared to admit. It was almost always on his mind. You beating him already turned him on, but now your endless taunting was making him angry.
Geralt grabbed your jaw and slowly guided you back against a nearby tree. His breath was hot on your ear as he looked down at you.
“I can smell you, girl. Now tell me what you want.”
“Fuck you, Geralt.”
“Uh uh. Try that again.” His grip on you tightened and his body pressed yours even further against the rough bark of the tree. You could feel it catch on your blouse and it digging into your flesh, but that was not at the forefront of your mind right now.
“Why don’t you tell me, I can feel you too, remember? That’s embarrassing for you.”
He didn’t answer, he only pushed your head back and slammed his lips against yours. His other hand slid down your front so it rested just under your waistband.
“Not gonna touch you until you admit you want it. I fucking know how wet you are, y/n.”
“Then you already know what I want.” You bit his bottom lip, drawing a drop of blood. That did it. He broke.
His hand met your heat and his thumb pressed hard on the place you needed him most. You gripped the front of his shirt tugging him closer. When a finger entered you, an embarrassingly loud gasp escaped you.
“Someone’s excited, aren’t they?”
You wanted to smack him, maybe you would, but for now, you reached for the hem of his shirt. He didn’t budge. Clearly, he didn’t want to remove either of his hands from your body. One still holding your jaw as he ravaged your mouth, the other adding another finger, plunging fast and deep at a heavenly rhythm. So you opted for his pants, though his growing bulge was making the already tight pants even harder to remove.
“Gods, Geralt, help me.”
Almost faster than you could register, his pants were gone and his shirt soon after. You made quick work of your own clothes before his hands found their way back to their previous spots.
The night chilled your bare body, but the heat coming from the witcher quickly eased that sensation and replaced it with a kind of heat you couldn’t describe.
You were coming closer and closer to your high - his fingers working in perfect unison with his thumb at your clit. When your eyes glazed over your head lulled back, allowing him access to suck and make new marks on your neck.
“Ger-ah” He hummed along with your voice, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He must be getting truly desperate.
Your hips bucked frantically against his hand as you came. And immediately after, he was removing his hand and lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his midsection.
When he looked at you, only for a moment, his pupils were blown and his mouth slightly parted. It was a delicious sight and you were already ready for more.
“Augh, Geralt, just fuck me already!”
“Oh, so now you can ask. How nice.” He lined himself up to your entrance, “Well, this is what you fucking get.”
He pushed into you, all the way to the hilt, fast and rough, as always. The burn was momentary before a warmth took its place. And he only gave you a moment to get used to his girth before drawing himself nearly the entire way out and slamming back in, earning him a filthy moan.
You think it was because of that that he slowed down to a painfully slow pace. Ever the tease. Guess you deserved it, though. You hated this man.
“Geralt!”
“Hm? I know you can talk now, dear, so do it.”
“Fuck- fuck you! Fuck me!”
He did just that, setting an excruciating pace. Lewd noises echoed through the forest, and you pitied any creatures that had to endure them.
"Good girl." He cooed. You could've cum right then and there, just from his words alone.
The witcher came loudly, but he didn't slow down. Instead, he reached between you and put pressure on your clit, rubbing small, yet fast, circles.
You chanted his name like a prayer, gripping onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it. When you came, you moaned into his neck, leaving bite marks as you went.
When he left you, he stood you up on your own, making sure you were balanced before moving to redress himself. You followed suit.
As always, you didn't speak afterward. But you both knew it would happen again within days
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