#fun fact you can see that they did remove Some of his clothes :^)

[lowkeyremi]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

pairing: suna, tsukishima, ushijima, osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi x fem!reader (separate) note: thank you for the request @nicoleisdumb ! this was so fun to write and a nice refreshing break from jjk :3 miss writing abt these boys. summary: You forgot date night ! Oops... now your man is ignoring you?? How are you gonna fix this? content: slight angst to fluff, established relationships (marriage for a few, hehehehehe I will always find a way to sneak babies in), cursing, kinda suggestive for kiyoomi's part. not proofread!!!! wc: 3.3k

❥ 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

Rintaro is not one to usually get upset when you forget things because you're human just as he is and he forgets things all the time. He forgets his keys at home sometimes, or his wallet, sometimes he forgets his birthday, etc. (never his phone, he always has that thing).

There has never been a day that he's forgotten a date or an anniversary to your surprise. Lately, though, work has consumed both you and your boyfriend. He was handling it better though, because when you'd get home you would immediately collapse onto the bed and fall asleep. Rintaro would make sure to change you into something more comfortable and at least clean your face with a warm, wet cloth and your face wash.

Today was no different from any others. As soon as you remove your shoes and lay in the bed, all of your problems don't matter anymore. It was only around 7 pm then.

The morning had arrived in a blur. Finally, you had a day off. This morning is off though, because you don't wake up with a set of pajamas on or Rin's t-shirt. That was your first clue to something being off.

The second clue was the fact that he is not in bed. Rin doesn't get up out of bed unless he absolutely has to. Usually, he's holding you captive in his arms. Before you investigate, you take the initiative to shower and brush your teeth. When you're in a fresh pair of clothes; a tank top and shorts, you slowly make your way into the living room, sleep still in your body.

A brown tuft of hair sticks out from under your mickey mouse blanket and a body way too big for the couch is curled up on it. Why is he sleeping on the couch?

"Rin, baby, why are you on the couch?" Silence. He's awake, you know it because of the sound from his phone that's muffled by the blanket. Is he ignoring you? There's no way... he must not have heard you.

So you speak up in case he didn't hear you the first time, "Morning, Rin!"

Still nothing. He doesn't even move. What is his problem? Your mood instantly deflates into something sour. There was a hope within you that you would finally get to spend time with him today. Be it cuddles or going out.

Since he's not talking to you, you'll just decide to make breakfast in order to pass the time and fill the silence. While breakfast is being made you try to think of things you could have possibly done to upset him.

Then it suddenly clicks... you wanted to go out with him today. He had planned to take you out yesterday. That had to be it, right?

"Rinnie was yesterday date night? I'm sorry for forgetting. I think you had tickets for something? I feel so fucking bad, baby." Sleep had instantly taken you last night that you forgot to set an alarm or something so you could remember date night.

He still didn't say anything, but he did get up from the couch to get some food. His gold eyes were cold and unforgiving.

"Rintaro. I'm really sorry. I guess my body got used to going to sleep right when I got home. I didn't even check to see if we were doing anything yesterday. I'll make it up to you, we can go out tonight?"

He's not mad at you, not anymore at least. Even though he's not mad at you, he kind of wanted to be. It's hard for him to be upset with you for too long.

"Don't fall asleep this time, sleepyhead." That familiar smile that you know so well appears on his face. It causes you to smile just as wide if not wider.

In seconds your arms are wrapped around him in a loving hug. "I won't fall asleep. Promise."

❥ 𝐊. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

Kei is mean and petty about it. Date night is usually something simple like Netflix and some homemade snacks or something of the sorts. Mainly because the two of you like to stay in rather than go out.

He texted you asking where you were, only for you to reply that there was some old close friend of yours visiting town, so you decided to hang out with them.

When you got home late into the night, it was a little too quiet for you. Kei is probably asleep or playing on his play station, you assume. So, without even knowing that your boyfriend is upset, you go through your whole nightly routine.

Upon entering your bedroom you see his body lying in bed, his chest rising and falling every second. "I'm home." Leaves your lips in a whisper. There is no response so you assume he's asleep.

Halfway through the night you can't sleep, at all. It's probably because your boyfriend's comforting hands aren't wrapped around you, like usual.

You softly nudge your boyfriend's side trying to ease him awake, "Kei."

After a few more tries he finally startles awake, "what?"

"I can't sleep." You whine, "I need you to hug me."

"Shoulda' thought 'bout that before you went off with your friend instead of having date night." His tone is sour, from both being woken up and from you forgetting date night.

A small gasp leaves your lips, suddenly the conversation you two had a week prior to last night floods your brain. You weren't working that day and neither was Kei, which meant you guys could have your annual movie marathon.

"I'm sorry baby, I completely forgot..." He doesn't say anything to you and you can't tell what he's thinking because his back is facing you.

With a new spring of motivation you hop out of bed to make some of your favorite movie snacks and grab your laptop, before heading back to your bedroom.

"How about a redo?" Kei turns his body to look at you, he eyes the snacks and your computer. How could he stay mad at you?

"Hurry up before I change my mind." A huge cat-like grin adorns your pretty face.

❥ 𝐖. 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

"Daddy, why red circle?" Your little son Nao asks looking at the calendar on the fridge.

"Mommy and Daddy were supposed to go out tonight, but work called Mommy and asked her to come." Wakatoshi explains to his three year old.

The original plan was for Nao's nanny to come a little early because Wakatoshi finally had time off of work and so did you. When she came to take care of your son you two were going to go to dinner and see this new jazz group.

Wakatoshi had only told his son part of the truth, you did have to suddenly go to work but it wasn't because they called you in, it was because you requested to work late, so you could have more time off in the future.

The only reason he sugar-coded it was, because he would never want to paint you in a bad light.

The both of you have enough to support the household and live a steady life so he has no idea why you decided to go into work tonight. It seems you'd even forgotten that you were supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.

"Mommy not gettin' dinner with you?" He asks for clarity.

"Yeah, that's right." He gives the little guy a pat to the head.

"So it's just you and me. After bath time and dinner we can do something fun like watch a movie."

"We watch Dootopa?" He asks with a beaming smile on his face.

"You wanna watch Zootopia?"

"Yes yes!!!" That is his all time favorite movie. Flash the sloth is his favorite character next to Judy Hopps.

"Okay, well lets hurry up and get bath time and dinner time over with."

When you arrive home, your two favorite boys are fast asleep on the couch. You make the assumption they've been watching movies all night because Toy Story 2 is playing and neither are awake to watch it.

Nao is curled up in his father's lap, while Wakatoshi's hand is supporting him in case he falls.

You pick the sleeping little boy up in order to take him to his bed. Wakatoshi ever the light sleeper awakes when you remove Nao from his lap.

Instead of smiling and kissing you goodnight he turns the TV off and proceeds to walk straight to your shared bedroom without a word.

You quickly place your son down in his bed kissing him goodnight. You know why he's upset with you and there's an eagerness for you to fix it.

"I totally forgot about dinner, honey, I'm sorry." Those words leave your lips as soon as you enter your bedroom.

Your hurry to change into something more comfortable so you can join him in bed.

"Don't be mad 'Toshi." He grunts, his back is turned to you, so who knows what he's thinking.

Luckily for you he tends to not hold grudges.

"I'll get us a reservation at your favorite place," desperation seeps into your voice when he still doesn't answer you, "I really feel dumb for calling into work today, please cut me a break baby-"

"You aren't dumb, by any means, and I'm not mad. I'm confused." That's when you remember that Wakatoshi doesn't usually ignore you when he's upset about something.

The reason he doesn't say anything is usually because he's thinking.

You wait for him to tell you why he's confused and as you do so you sink into bed. At the point he turns over to see your face.

"I'm confused as to why you needed to work late when you already have so many days off."

"Well- I was hoping the three of us could go on vacation this summer, if the team doesn't require you to do your workouts there." His confusion is replaced with awe.

"Just ask them for days off, if they dock your pay it won't matter. We have enough to live comfortably, I promise." It feels good to finally have your man looking into your eyes again. A relieved sigh leaves your lips.

❥ 𝐎. 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

"Forgettin' something?" Your husband asks right before you walk out the door to go to your best friend's baby shower. He's leaning against the door frame, his huge arms flex when he goes to cross them over his equally large chest.

Is there something you're forgetting? Nothing rings a bell, so you assume he means you're about to forget to kiss him goodbye.

You lean into kiss him and he kisses you back of course, but there's still a pout on his face and he doesn't look satisfied.

"I love you, 'Samu! I gotta get going before I'm late!" So you forgot about it. You forgot that tonight Osamu was supposed to take you to the shop and fix up a nice dinner for you two at your favorite table. He'd serve your favorite wine and you two would talk about the stupidest things into the early hours of the morning. He even closed early for tonight.

I mean, he can't blame you, your best friend of a lifetime is having a baby shower, and of course she wants you there. It would have made him feel a little bit better if you at least remembered it, but you didn't.

Osamu wouldn't be a Miya if he wasn't at least a little bit petty about it. He's decided he'll ignore you until you figure out that you'd forgotten about your date tonight. Maybe if he's not too sour he'll make dinner for you.

The petty man in question has been watching the clock for the past twenty minutes. You were supposed to be home by now, because it's already 8:45 pm. The baby shower started at 6 and ended at 7, so, where are you?

Just as he asks himself that question, the telltale sound of keys on the other end of the door snaps him out of his trance.

"Hey baby, I'm back!" The door swings open and your pretty face greets him.

He doesn't say anything back to you, he just pretends to be busy on his phone.

"Sorry I got back so late, I stayed to help her clean everything up." Your eyes watch your husband carefully, checking for any sign of him being upset, because he doesn't say anything yet again.

"What's wrong, 'Samu?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's definitely mad, now you just need to figure out why.

After a quick change into your slippers and your keys are on the rack you walk up to him, giving him a hug from behind. You rest your chin on his shoulder. He's scrolling through twitter, his personal one not the one for promoting the shop.

"Why are you sulking? You're acting like your brother." Osamu accepts his fate, you know he can't ignore you when you compare him to his brother.

"Do not compare me to that oversized baby." When he hears your beautiful laugh he almost forgets why he was upset, almost.

"Did I not tell ya that ya were forgettin' somethin' before ya left?" The question in his voice makes you think for a second.

"Was it not a kiss?" He shakes his head. Now you're completely lost.

"I was 'posed to take ya down to the shop and we were gonna eat at our table." When he finishes his sentence you gasp in remembrance. Oh shit. You forgot about date night.

"Baby, you can't possibly be telling me I had to choose you or her." He stiffens for a brief moment, then relaxes.

"Nah, I was just hoping ya'd at least remember it." A shudder rolls down his spine when you give him a small kiss on the neck.

"I'm sorry for forgetting, baby. Let's have a do ov-" Osamu doesn't allow you to finish because he scoops you up bridal style and brings you into the kitchen to set you down on the counter.

"Ya better watch me cook or I won't forgive you."

"Aye aye captian!"

"Yer so annoying." He smiles at you.

❥ 𝐊. 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀

"Bye baby! Mama and Dada love you!" Your baby girl waves at you shyly as you and Kiyoomi drop her off with her grandparents.

"I wuv you too! Bye bye Mama, bye bye Dada." Kiyoomi hugs his daughter tightly before setting her down next to her grandma.

"Alright, sweet girl, make sure to be good for nana and poppa okay?" She nods her adorable little head, the tiny ponytails you put in her hair swing rapidly.

As soon as you guys are in the car, a look of excitement flashes in your husband's eyes.

"What?" You can't help smile when he looks at you like that.

"Made us that reservation for brunch like you asked." Your smile immediately drops. You'd forgotten that you and Kiyoomi planned this whole weekend out already. You two had planned this weekend two weeks prior, which is kind of why you forgot and booked a mani-pedi for an hour from now.

"Fuckkkkk." Why do you forget the most important things?

"Kiyo, can we do dinner instead? I forgot about brunch and booked a mani-pedi because today is the only day my nail lady could fit me in."

A tension forms almost immediately when you inform him of your plans. Guilt is heavy on your stomach while listening to your husband cancel brunch over the phone. The rest of the car ride is silent except for the sound that's happening outside of the car.

Your husband is kind enough to drop you off at your nail appointment. You feel so bad as you hop out of the car, so in order to try and smooth things over you offer for him to come inside but he just mumbles a quick, "No thank you, I'll come get you when it's done."

That's how you ended up spilling everything to your nail lady. She shakes her head as she shapes the gel nails into the shape you asked for. "What's his favorite color on you, sweetheart?"

You think for a second before answering, "He loves when I get sage green." The woman gives you a knowing smile and you connect the dots as to what she's referring to.

"You want him to feel better? Take him to dinner and then give him a night to remember with those pretty nails. Works every time with my husband." She says with a mischievous smile.

Your eyes widen for a second, "Oh my- I- we haven't had time to do anything because our little girl requires most of our time, but she's with her grandparents for the weekend."

The nail lady giggles as she goes to find your color. "Honey, if that's not a sign to get laid then I don't know what is!"

When your appointment is over you see the cadillac waiting for you in the parking lot. Kiyoomi doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the car.

"Got your favorite color." You purr with a seductive smile on your face. Kiyoomi doesn't spare you a glance, "Cool."

"Stop being so mean, I'm sorry about brunch. I made a reservation for dinner." That finally baits his attention, he turns to you, a nasty look in his eyes.

"Oh I actually think I'm going to be busy, can't go to dinner." He mocks your voice to make you feel what he had felt earlier. He's being mean, but he doesn't mean it. He still kind of has this habit of getting defensive when he or his pride is hurt.

"Too busy to get a blowjob in the car after dinner?" You know you've got him when he stops breathing for a few seconds. Your husband is only a man, and what kind of man would he be to deny a blowjob from his wife?

"Shit, should have started with that. Let me see your nails." The whole time he inspects your pretty hands there's a smirk on your face.

"I love this color on you baby."

"I know you do Kiyo. Now, let's get home, we have to get ready for dinner tonight."

Having your daughter stay with her grandparents for the weekend was the best decision you guys have made in a while.

❥ 𝐇. 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈

Hajime has been ignoring you for the past two hours and you can't figure out why.

You know you haven't done anything to piss him off recently (or so you think), so his behavior is kind of strange. Nothing you did made him listen to you either.

He doesn't even let you know he's leaving for work, which reminds you of yesterday. You were so excited to go see your cousin's puppy you'd forgotten to tell your boyfriend you'd be out for awhile.

Suddenly while you're tidying up the kitchen you briefly remember him asking you on a date... yesterday.

That's probably why he's ignoring you.

So of course, being the problem solver you are, you head to the store to get stuff to set up a nice date at home.

You decorate the table with pretty rose petals and cook his favorite meal for him. Candles light up the table and two glasses of wine are set on the table.

Hajime lets out a loud groan as he enters the house, working with a bunch of athletes all the time is quite tiring. What he doesn't expect is the dimmed lights and quiet music playing from the alexa in the kitchen.

For the first time today he talks to you, "What's all this?"

"An apology for forgetting our date last night. I set up an at home date for us." He tries and fails to look upset, still.

"I'm glad you remembered," he pauses, "the day after our date." A snort leaves his lips and you roll your eyes.

"At least I remembered. Hurry up and put your stuff up so we can eat. The food is gonna get cold."

It's safe to say he forgives with the way a lopsided grin adorns his face.

divider: @/chachachannah

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[velvetwyrme]

🗞️💥💥!!!

A little comic based on my initial response to @wave-nine's post ;3c

#my art #fun fact you can see that they did remove Some of his clothes :^) #they were 'nice' enough to leave his singlet on #there is also More to this comic but ehhhh we'll see if i actually have the time to draw it #hint. look at my tags in the reblogs of that post. #ACTUALLY. DON'T. #kjskajkkknfkjd i just remembered what i wrote there oh god #yeah don't. percieve me thank u #Definitely go check out the post though its very good and funny #DOUBLE fun fact. #in the second panel before gettin hit. speechbubble!money is actually looking at the other money getting hit #whereas mutt is lookin at the first money going 'eh-?! what-' #formatting is fun! #hjhrjjhdkjhhf i have more stuff to post soonish but. i wanted to post this first :] #wait oh no i forgot all the important tags #swapfell!papyrus #sf!papyrus #undertale au #asmjkjfjjhfd its FINE #im not going to re-type everything. so if you see this you see it! #BACK TO THE THINGS IM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING

[suiana]

yandere! auctioneer x gn! reader

"800 million!"

"900 million!"

"900 calling once! calling twice! and... sold to the man in white top hat !"

the crowd sighs while the man in the top hat smirks triumphantly, happy with his item. the item being a small ruby heart stolen from the biggest bank vault in France.

yes, this was no normal bidding event. it was an underground bidding event, hosted illegally by thieves, corrupt people, even criminals! and our auctioneer for the night was none other than the infamous ringleader of the illegal bidding centre.

wanted by every country, he's committed countless crimes and escaped unscathed, leaving little clues to where or who he is. in fact, the only clue he's ever left at every crime scene was the title 'auctioneer'. no DNA, no traces, nothing. he was simply a master at escaping.

and he was also a master at taking things that weren't his.

soon, a cage covered by a red cloth gets pulled into the stage. the grand finale. everyone sits in anticipation, holding their breaths as some helpers carefully remove the red cloth. and there, sat a person, you.

"this is our final item for the night and it's none other than... the next heir to the biggest company in the world - y/n!"

the crowd cheers loudly, mouths watering in delight as you glare at all of them. yes, you had been kidnapped by the auctioneer. it was a mistake on your part. blindly trusting a random guy on the streets when he asked for your help... you should've known better than to follow him to a secluded area.

though what's done is done and now you can only hope for the best. that is... for him to bid on you. after all, you knew none of the people in this illegal auction den except for him. and he honestly wasn't that bad. maybe except for how his eyes would glint with desire and insanity at every mention of you... and the fact that he's a huge criminal and wanted in every country.

in the short time he had spent with you, you had come to learn that he had done lots of research on you. observing you since months ago, he practically knew you better than everyone else in your life. understanding why you did what you did and how your processed things. it was a little scary how he knew so much about you, but what terrified you even more is the fact that he has killed others for you.

from murdering those who wish to harm you, to those who want your affections. what..? didn't he want to sell you away?! but why would he do such a drastic thing?! whenever you inquired about his intentions with you, he'd merely smile, saying that it was for the auction. he couldn't possibly be sellin. you away when he'd kill people who tried courting you, would he?! he's not a sadistic bastard..! right?

so you waited with bated breath, hoping that he'd just stick his tongue out and laugh at the bidders, claiming you as his and that the final item of the night wasn't up for sale. though that was only wishful thinking. after all, how could you trust someone who commits crimes for fun?

"mm... I see you all are interested in my y/n... don't worry~ you'll get to bid on them... from hell~!"

he chirps as he snaps his fingers and the sound of gunshoots flood the auction hall. people scream in pain and terror while you sit in your comfortable cage, eyes wide as you stare at the massacre brought about by the guy who kidnapped you.

shit, he was truly crazy-! you inch away from him as he stalks towards your cage, steps heavy and menacing.

"no one is allowed to bid on you. you're mine. because how could I ever auction off the most priceless gem?"

he smiles sweetly at you, though that sweet smile conveys a more sinister feeling. a chill is sent up your spine as his face comes close to you, only the cage separating you from him.

"you're my priceless gem that I'll never auction off darling~ and this massacre is a gift from me to you~"

your eyes shake in fear as you go still in your place. shit, how would you ever escape this guy?!

"and you can't escape from me. ever~! or I'll bring you to another auction... and send another present your way~!"

ah.

so there was no escape.

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere auctioneer #yandere auctioneer x reader #suiana brainrotting #suiana rambling

[ecneremili]

The One With The Proposal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), slight BDSM (use of cuffs), delayed orgasm, P in V sex, unprotected sex (people pls be safe), creampie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Well... Okay. There's a few things you need to know about this piece of work you're about to read. This is actually a part of my series that I'm writing on Wattpad. I will put the link below in case you want to read the whole thing. It's not finished, I'm still writing it. This chapter, however, can be a standalone and can be viewed as a one-shot, so I decided to post it here, too. I wish you an enjoyable reading. Oh, and this is not read through, so if you find some mistakes, pretend that you didn't.

Wattpad acc link: here

Spencer Reid. A man known for several things. His knowledge. A brilliant man, whom the FBI owes many thanks. Uncountable cases that he helped solve that would probably stay unsolved without him. His blabbering. He had a whole paragraph ready to shout out on anything you say. The sky? Fun fact... The book you're looking at? Fun fact, the author actually... A specific person who's dead or alive or never surfaced for something they did? Fun fact about them...

You will never see him wear anything outside of professional clothes. Comfortable professional clothes. Sweaters, cardigans. He sometimes reminds me of older women who wrap themselves in their cardigans. You will never hear him swear. Not in public, anyway. The most he said once was goddamn it. The entire team was left in shock. Penelope was even scared of him that day.

He will stutter in conversations and situations that make him even slightly uncomfortable. He has a germ thing. He never shakes hands or hugs with random people. He makes contact with his friends, me, and some close people like his mother, Diane.

Now put all that into an image and try to picture that man. A shy, uncomfortable, boyish man. Stuck reading books when he has free time. No, no. He cancels plans to stay indoors and read books. Even re-read them.

That same man proposed to me half an hour ago. It was small, intimate, and sentimental. We walked by the restaurant where we confessed we loved each other. He let my hand go and I took a few steps ahead. When I turned back, he was down on one knee and held a small box in his hands.

I said yes.

I said yes more than once.

He was the sweetest man. He was mine. I loved to be loved by him. Delicate, heartwarming, caring and sweet. The man I just described above.

That same man was driving us home at the moment, his dick hard, bulging in his pants, one hand or the wheel, the other deep in my cunt while curving his knuckles at a new angle as he fucked me.

Every person has two sides.

And boy, oh boy, did I love his other side.

Everything anyone knew about Spencer, they would say he would be a sweet, whiney, submissive man during intimacy. I beg to differ.

His fingers twirling inside me, I huff as I refuse to moan just yet. I hated the way he could make me fold so, so easily. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. My mouth is open and I can't hold in pleads from him. His fingers are long. I love his fingers. But his cock is bigger.

He pulls into our parking space and he removes his hand from under my dress. He walks out and comes around to open my door. I begin to come out when he stops me, picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp, feeling almost powerless. He slams the door and locks the car and continues to carry me up almost three flights of stairs. The apartment door flies open before we go in. He closes it with his leg and heads directly to our bedroom.

I can't help but blush. I felt like a tiny girl. How disgusting that the tiny girl imagined all the things he would do to her in a few moments. He slides me down and steps back to look at me. His eyes scan me, from the smallest hair on the top of my head all the way down to my toes. There's a devilish desire in his eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. His eyes come back to mine and he, almost growling, says, "I kneeled for you, now go ahead and kneel for me."

Tingles run down my entire body. I don't hesitate to obligate his request. Not a request. He demanded. And I wasn't going to defy this. I wasn't going to defy him. Not breaking eye contact, I slide down on my knees, perfectly aligned with his belt. I look ahead, seeing him painfully hard in his pants. I slide my hands up his legs and start undoing his pants. Every clank makes me tingle between my legs.

There was a specific time when a powerful, strong and independent woman only wants, no, only needs to be told what to do. I raised myself from nothing. No one helped me. I could only thank myself for everything I have accomplished in my life. I would listen to no man. No man had the power over me. No man could take nothing from me. Except him. He had all of me wrapped around his little finger.

And I didn't mind.

Being submissive to someone means so much more then people think. It means trust. It means love. Truth be told, not every submissive person tends to be like that in everyday life. Don't get me wrong, I know what comes to mind when you think of someone like that. Porn taught us so wrongly. And this? This was so much more intimate then just porn. This was desire, lust, and pure neediness.

After undoing his belt, I pulled down his pants, tugging his underwear to, removing them to. I would skip everything just to feel him. Being released from his clothes was hitting him sweetly as he took a sharp breath when my eyes fell to his dick.

I look up, almost lustful, maybe waiting for him to tell me to touch him, maybe even to beg me, a whole 180 to what I just described myself as. His eyes were dark and watching me from a high. He simply smirked, almost reading my mind and what was going through it.

"Go on," he half whispered, voice deep just like the darkness around us, "be the slut the outside world has no idea you are."

And that was all it took. My hand takes his base before I stick out my tongue and slide it up his entire length. There was a lot of length. He inhales, pushing a groan down his throat at the first touch I plant on him.

This was going to be a long night.

The kiss I leave at his tip as I start stroking him with my hand sends his head falling back. The motion pushes his curls off of his forehead. I loved when his hair fell on his face. It made him look messy. It made him look more flustered. And the image of him like that made me throb between my legs.

After enough slow-play, I stick out my tongue and take him in my mouth, slowly, reaching as far as I could before I feel him touch my throat. He feels he reached far and he groans. The funny thing is I had taken only half of him. He looks down again, his hairs flying back to his face. His fingers twist around in my hair and tug slightly, almost like he was checking the grip he had on my head.

But I soon found out it wasn't the grip why I thought he wanted it. He held my head in place as he started to rock back and forth. He was using me. Using my mouth to be precise. And he started fucking it. At first it was slow, almost shallow thrusts, reaching where he first did. But as time passed, he became more fierce. He started going deeper, hitting the back of my throat with more force making me gag. My eyes started to water as I had no control over anything. His hand held my head in place as he now almost pounded into my mouth.

As he continued, I could feel him twitch on the top of my mouth. And so did I. I felt my panties dampen with every second that passed. I was horny because my boyfriend, my fiancé, was fucking my throat like it was just something for him to use.

Muffled moans and occasional groans escaped his mouth. He was about to finish. I could easily tell by the increased speed of his thrusts and their force. Finally, he pushed himself almost the whole way, deep into my throat and let himself release there. I gagged pretty hard, trying to keep him down and not throw out his cum.

He pulled himself out and let go of his grip on my hair. His hand slid from behind to my chin and he lifted my face up. He was taking deep and long breaths, his chest falling and rising every time. His eyes scanned me, a fucked mouth, watery eyes and bright red cheeks. Must have been quite a sight.

"Swallow, baby." he said and left his mouth slightly opened, watching as the small bulb went down my throat and he smiled in satisfaction. "Good girl. Your turn."

He bent down and picked me up to carry me to the bed. Back facing the mattress, he climbed on top and roughly kissed me. I loved when he did that. After what I just did, he didn't hesitate to kiss me. He didn't get disgusted to do so. His fingers hooked around the hem of my dress and he pulled it off in one quick motion. I was left in my bra and panties that were already soaking wet. Every time he saw me like that, dressed but not dressed, I'd get shy.

I never liked my body. And yet he worshipped it.

"God, you're so gorgeous." he hovered over me, his eyes trailing over every inch of my body. I shivered from his words that sounded like a prayer. It was half whispers. Like he was afraid that if someone heard what he had, it would be stolen from him.

His lips come down and start kissing my neck, my weak spot. Just the warmth of his kiss makes me moan, eager for more as I buck my hips up towards him. I feel that I caress his cock against my thigh, and as soon as he feels it, he pushes my hips down with his hands.

"Needy, are we?" he chuckles against my skin as he now slowly moves lower and leaves a trail of kisses at my collarbone.

"I hate when you do this." I whine, my fingers roaming through his hair.

"You hate when I kiss you?" he says between kisses, one on my shoulder, one at the base of my neck, one directly in between my breasts.

"No, I-" my words get interrupted when I moan. I feel him smile when he hears me. "I hate when you make me wait. You tease. Every time." I take a deep breath in between every sentence to take in his kisses. As much as I did hate the delay of the actual sex, I loved feeling him everywhere. I didn't know what I wanted more.

He continues kissing, his lips reaching my stomach and he stops. I look down to see him slightly smirking as he is settled just between my legs. I feel shivers. He lets go of my hips and slowly pulls down my panties, sliding his fingers down along my legs in the process. He is continuing to tease me with every touch he leaves on my body.

When I finally think that he is going to stick his tongue at my cunt, I am yet again met with disappointment. He comes over me and trails his hands, slowly, around my back as he keeps looking me in the eyes to catch every whiney face I make as I plead him to fuck me already using no words. But he knows. Oh, he knows that's what I'm asking of him.

He unhooks my bra and I am completely naked. His shirt comes off as he makes us even. Again, I hope that he will now go down. It doesn't have to be his mouth, I'll be happy if he would just stick his fucking fingers into my pussy and rummage through it. But, no. He bends down and kisses my breasts, moving from one to the other. Kissing it, sucking on the nipples, squeezing them with his hands.

If he was kissing and/or sucking the right he would be squeezing the left. There was no space left for me to catch a breath. Then, he bit down on one, just enough to make me squeal. He chuckled with my tit in his mouth. I had enough. I gripped his hair and pulled him up to my face.

"What do you fucking want from me?" I say with a whiney voice. I sounded desperate. I hated it. I loved it, too.

His face had a drunk smile across it. He was enjoying this. My torture was satisfaction for him. Fucking great. "I want you to beg." he said through a whisper. His head was tilted back as I was pulling his hair.

I hated to beg him. Especially to do what I wanted. I knew he knows what I want, but he loves when he makes me break and I have nothing left but to fucking beg him to do the most unholy things to me.

I roll my eyes. "No." I simply say.

He smirks and bucks his hips so his dick slides over my dripping cunt. My entire body arches and he smiles again. "Beg, my love. Use that mouth for something else then a place for me to dump my cum."

That mother fucker. "You assh-" he bucks his hips again and breaks me mid-sentence. I growl at him.

"I don't think that's how begging works. C'mon. Beg me to fuck you. I know you want to."

It was weird hearing him swear. Not just swear, but use vulgar words in general. I used them everyday. It was like saying 'hi' to someone. But Spencer? Noup.

I gave up. I close my eyes and just make peace with my fate. "Please, Spencer."

He bends down and kisses my lips. "You have to be specific, my love. What do you want from me?"

I'm boiling at this point. Do I have a choice? If I want to be fucked, not really. "I want you to fuck me, please me, make me cum. I'm fucking tired of being teased." I practically cry out the last part.

He smirks and I let go of my grip on his hair. He doesn't move, he is still looking me directly in the eyes as he slides one hand down and caresses my inner thigh. He goes over my cunt with his entire hand and I loudly gasp. He watches, enjoys the reactions he gets as he touches me. He brings his hand up and licks his two fingers and then slides them down again.

Baby, you don't need no more moisture, I'm wet enough.

His hand finally connects to my core and he starts making circles around my clit. My body erupts. I no longer have control over my reactions. My eyebrows furrow, my mouth is wide open and it's letting out moans, whines, sounds I didn't even know I could make. And he simply watches. From time to time he would bend down and kiss my neck, maybe even bite down on it, making me buck my entire body up.

"God, you're so fucking wet." he says and starts rubbing up and down my entrance. "You're so pretty. My pretty girl."

I'm melting. Melting into his sinister hands that are touching me in the most horrid ways. And I wouldn't stop him even in a million fucking years.

He slides the fingers in, gently, slowly, caringly. I let out a loud moan, slapping my mouth after I do. Just as I did, his other hand takes my wrist and pulls it off. Holding it, he collects my other hand and pins both of them above my head. "Why would you do that?" he asks. But I don't answer, it's a rhetorical question. "You sound so beautiful when you moan for me. You sound so pretty."

His knuckles are now buried deep inside my pussy and he starts to pump them in and out. When he slides them back in, his thumb hits my clit and he curls his fingers inside just enough to hit that little spot. Every movement he made was followed by that wet sound. I just knew his fingers were drowning in my arousal, and I just knew he was so eager to put his cock inside there too.

He kisses my jaw, my neck, my cheeks. He is enjoying this. Pleasuring someone you truly love is pleasure to you as well. His other hand in on my thigh, pulling it away so he has better access and can slide in deeper then he usually could. In between my own sounds, I can hear him groan whenever I jerk my hips upward and slightly stoke him against my leg.

I want more. Now, I'm just desperate because I don't want to finish now. I want to cum over his cock while he is buried all the way inside. I want him to see that little blub in my stomach appear and disappear as he fucks me.

Like on cue, as if he heard me, he pulls his hand away and climbs the bed again. Pushing my legs fully apart, he aligns himself at my entrance. He pushes, but purposefully jerks himself up so he slides against my clit. I see him place himself on my abdomen as if he is looking how far he goes when he's inside.

"Look at how deep I can bury myself in you, love." he admires and glides his fingers over my skin. He pulls back and leans over to the drawer next to our bed. For a moment he rummages through it. "Shit."

I look over, trying to figure out what was going on. "What is it?"

He pauses and looks at me. "We don't have any condoms."

Well shit.

But I put on my big girl face. "And?"

He looks slightly surprised by my reaction. "No protection?"

I shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?" I smirk, moving myself lower on the bed and connecting myself with him. He really was hard.

He says nothing and just enters. He pushes in with quite a bit of force. I let out a quiet scream at his motion. I still needed time to adjust to his length. But he didn't care. He was already in full force, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. His hands go down and wrap around my hips and he uses them to pull me on himself as he continues to pound me.

The room is filled with my whines and moans, the sounds of our hips connecting and slamming against each other, and his groans. I love when he groans. I know he feels good. I make him feel good.

"You're so tight. It's so warm inside." he says through rough groans.

His fingers are diving inside the skin of my hips. I feel pain as he squeezes them. I push the feeling away, I even don't have to. The feeling of his dick hitting my deepest point is strong enough to push it away almost instantly.

The repetitive slamming into me lures my finish to approach. It's forming in my gut and I feel it slowly coming as he continues fucking me mercilessly, rough and fast thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum- Oh, God, Spence." I saw, although I'm not sure how I managed to.

Just as I said that, I felt my climax get at its highest point, and I was about to finish-

He pulls out.

What the fuck?!

"Wha- what are you doing?" I stutter, the high still in the air but it's fading away.

He looks down and has a wicked smile on his face. His cheeks are deep red and his hair is damp from his sweat. "I'm not done with you. Turn around."

I'm mad. Furious. I want to defy him so badly, I want to say 'no', maybe even flip him off. But I want to finish. I was just about to. So I do as I'm told. I prompt myself up and turn around and stand on all fours on the bed. Might I add that this is my favorite position.

I expect him to align himself again and continue to thrust like he did, but he gets off the bed and walks over to the corner of the room. The corner where he keeps his bag for work. I hear a clank before he walks back behind me. He places his hand on my upper back and slightly pushes, indicating for me to lower myself even more. My face and chest lay on the mattress. My ass is now the only thing in the air.

This position gives him more access. I am ready for it to hurt before I can adjust myself to his length again at this angle. Yet again, I don't get what I'm expecting. He takes my wrist and places it behind my back, then the other and connects it with my other one. I hear that clank again. He takes one of my wrists again and puts the metal around it.

It's his fucking cuffs.

He puts his cuffs on and thugs on the chain between them to pull my arms back. He pulls so much that I have to lift myself slightly off the bed. I tremble. Out of excitement. Our of slight fear. Out of horniness, simply.

I feel him bend down and kiss my back. He knows I love that. It feels very intimate to me. He kisses down my spine and then slaps my ass. I yelp, not just by the sudden contact, but also because he slapped it pretty hardly. Not enough to leave a bruise, but it will definitely go red in a few seconds.

"You ready?"

There are certain points in our sex life when he asks, or even simply warns to hold on tight to anything. Since I was obviously restrained, he's asking. That is enough to know this was going to be really good.

"Yeah." I whisper, my face buried back into our bed.

"You know I love you, right?" he whispers again and pushes his tip into my cunt.

My breath trembles since I was still sensitive from the high I missed a few minutes ago. "I know."

"Good. Because for the next few minutes it might not look like I do."

He didn't give me time to respond. He slammed himself inside, making me scream out. This was enough for the neighbors to hear. He started thrusting. I still wasn't adjusted to this position, and his cock was hitting from a new angle that allowed much better access. I felt pain. But, God, was it good. My eyes started watering from the pain as I couldn't take it. I prayed that my pussy would stretch just slightly so I could take him a bit easier.

After a short while, I did. The slight pain was still there. It couldn't really go away from the force he was driving himself in. And then it happened. He slapped my ass again. It was a strong slap. His hand was big enough to cover my entire cheek. I yelp at the sudden pain.

As he continues to thrust, I feel him occasionally twitch. That can mean only one thing. He is about to cum again. Just when I realize that, he speeds up. He pulls on the cuffs and makes me get up from the bed. He's pulling hard enough to hold me in the air.

He hits again, going back to squeeze after. I feel the slight burn of his slaps. Another one connects to my skin and with it I feel that high again. I don't want it to escape again, so I bend slightly so he feels me letting him slide even deeper.

Spencer quickly realizes what I'm trying to tell him, but there's not much left before I feel him hammer himself once, then again, just as I feel my climax release. I scream out, and I feel him empty himself inside.

It takes him a few seconds to calm down before he lets me fall down on the bed again. I'm a fucking mess. He takes off the cuffs and places my hands on my sides before he bends down and removes my hair from the back of my neck and kisses in that spot.

"My perfect girl." he cooed. "You're so fucking special."

I breathe deeply. "Well..." I begin as he lays down next to me. "That was fun." I feel his cum drip down out of my cunt.

He chortles. "That's one way to put it."

I was about to marry this man. I loved every inch of him. Every version there was of him. There was nothing that could take that away from me.

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[bro-atz]

shit, this is red too

in which: idol san goes to your home after months to see you, only to realize that you're not home; so, he needs to find a way to pass the time

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 3k

content: smut, masturbation, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!

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San wanted to surprise you. He told you that he was coming back to the country several weeks prior, but he didn’t give you the exact date because he wanted to see the look on your face when he showed up in front of you after months of being away. As much as you loved seeing him sing and dance and be a gorgeous, ethereal, talented being, you did wish that his company would give him a little more of a break so that the two of you could spend some time together. San, too, wished he could catch a break.

Luckily, ATEEZ finished their tour, and the company cleared their schedules for several weeks so that they could recuperate. San wanted to recuperate by spending as much time with you as he could, so instead of going back to the dorm, he went directly to your apartment. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. So, he took out the set of keys that you had given him some time ago and opened the door himself to see that you were nowhere to be found.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you home?”

There was no way San was going to get a response from you since you weren’t home. With a soft sigh, San set his bags down in a random corner in your apartment and walked around. The place was just as he remembered it— even your room. Rather than chill out on your couch, San decided to flop onto your bed. He was exhausted from traveling the world and promoting their latest comeback and making special appearances that he had half a mind to just pass out on your bed; however, he didn’t because he really wanted to be awake to see you.

San sat up and fixed up your pillows that fell over when he got on your bed, only to see something red sticking out from behind one of the pillows. San removed the object to see that it was a red, jelly vibrator roughly the same length and girth as him. He observed the vibrator with a keen eye and a slight prick of guilt. He had been gone for so long, which meant that the reason you had the vibrator was to help you get through the months without being able to fuck him. At least San would be home for the next several weeks so you could spare the use of your worn vibrator. He decided to put the vibrator in drawer of your nightstand before getting up to go freshen up.

While he did bring his bags filled with clothes with him, San went through your closet instead— he wanted to wear one of the millions of hoodies he bestowed upon you (and try to see if the sweater smelled like you, which it did). Sweater in hand, San shuffled over to his bags and grabbed a change of clothes to wear after taking a shower.

Your boyfriend was surprised when he entered your bathroom. Usually, you kept everything in your apartment, especially your bathroom, neat and organized, but your bathroom was a bit of a mess this time around. Clothes were scattered on the ground, and you had left out a bunch of face cleansers and moisturizers (you were in a rush, what can you say?). With a bemused and amused smile, San cleaned up after you. He organized all of your products the way you usually liked them, and then he picked up your clothes to throw into the hamper; but, before he threw them in the hamper, he did the sniff test just to make sure he wasn’t throwing perfectly clean clothes into your dirty laundry.

He saw your favorite pair of panties— a red lace pair that he actually gave to you— and snickered. Fun fact: your favorite color, like his hair, is red, which is why your vibrator, your panties, and his hair were all red. He shouldn’t have done the sniff test for your panties, but he did, and blood rushed straight to his crotch. San always loved the way you taste, and your panties just so happened to smell that way. Part of him wondered if you pleasured yourself while wearing the lingerie, only for him to get even more turned on. His head was swimming in so many hormones that he couldn’t even think about freshening up. Sure, he could have jacked off in the shower, but then he wouldn’t have been able to smell your panties.

You turned him into such a fucking horndog. San wanted to curse you for the way he was, but it wasn’t your fault because you never told him to sniff your panties. That was all him. And so, he fulfilled his perverted desire of jacking off to your red, lace panties by sitting on your bed and leaning against your pillows, your natural scent overwhelming him.

You had gone out to run some quick errands earlier that day. When you got home, the first thing you noticed were San’s shoes by the door. Your heart soared— you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get back from his world tour so fast, so you were extremely and pleasantly surprised. You looked around, assuming that your boyfriend was hiding so that he could pop up out of somewhere and hold his arms out, willing you to jump into his arms. However, San did no such sort of thing. You looked around the apartment, and he was just nowhere to be found. 

Before you could even call San’s name, you distinctly heard his muffled pants and moans along with him calling you by your name and his nickname for you. Quietly, you sneaked over to the direction of the moaning, also known as your bedroom. The door wasn’t shut all the way, so you were able to peak into the room through the tiny sliver between the door and the doorframe.

You didn’t mean to stare. You only meant to take a quick peak at what he was doing, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen especially because it had been months since you saw San in person. Seeing his flushed face as he buried his nose into your panties sent a wave of heat through your body. You also got a good look at his hand pumping his huge, throbbing dick, nearly making you drool. You loved the way San’s voice got higher the closer he got to his climax. He said your name airily and you felt your heart flutter. It was taking everything in you to keep from slamming the door open and just taking him right there and then, but you really wanted to watch him finish. In the however much time you had been dating San, you never got to see the look on his face when he finished— San was an ass man, and he loved to fuck you from behind, so you never got the proper chance to see how he looked when achieving orgasm.

San cumming was mesmerizing. Despite his head being in the clouds as he felt his orgasm approaching, he still had enough of a conscious to grab a tissue from your nightstand and cum into it. San came for a long, long time as if he was holding back his load for the past six months. He flung his head back and shuddered as his cock continued to spurt cum into the tissue. Finally, after his load was completely gone, he let out a soft sigh. He tossed the tissue into the trashcan in your room and wore his clothes properly again, the pair of red panties still tight in his grasp. He disappeared into the bathroom and put them into the hamper before returning to your room, only to see you walk in.

“Y/N!”

“Sannie!”

You jumped into his outstretched arms and hugged him tightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in the air. Shortly after, he set you down on the ground, his hands resting on your waist. Instantly, you cupped his face and kissed him passionately, his hands squeezing you a little more. Your singular kiss turned into a string of kisses, and soon, you were running your fingers through his hair and gripping the roots tightly. You walked him backwards so that he fell onto the bed with you on top of him pinning him down. You continued to make out with him as your hands reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled upwards.

“Baby, wait,” San gasped— you were moving a little too fast for him (not that he was complaining, but his dick wasn’t quite ready yet).

You completely pulled his shirt off and peppered kisses along his smooth chest and down his torso. “Sorry, Sannie,” you said while exhaling softly. “I seriously can’t wait anymore. I need you right now.”

“But, Y/N— oh fuck!”

San lost his mind the second you yanked down his pants and unsheathed his rock hard dick, pre-cum— or maybe it was residual cum from his little masturbation session from moments ago— dribbling down his length. You ran your tongue along him before taking him into your mouth. It’d been so long since you’ve tasted San and felt the warmth of his penis that you didn’t even savor him properly. You desperately wanted to feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly, but you could only move your head so fast. Actually, forget the back of your throat. You wanted to feel him ram against your cervix repeatedly. But first, more than anything, you wanted to taste his sweet cum and have it coat your throat entirely.

You felt San run his fingers through your hair and guide you, which meant he was close to coming. He was really struggling to control the lewd noises leaving his mouth, and he completely failed when you rested your hand on his thigh and squeezed to give yourself some sense of support the sloppier your blowjob got. It was when you gagged on San’s cock that he gave in. He came hard, your mouth completely filling with his white stickiness. Then, intentionally, you looked him in the eye with his dick still in your mouth, and you swallowed. San shivered at the sight of you, and his cock stiffened once more.

“Sannie,” his name rolled off your tongue sensually as you sat up and knelt, your knees on either side of him. “You taste so good. I missed your taste.”

Within seconds, San flipped you over and pinned you down, your back immediately arching as you felt his fingers brush along the small of your back. Just as you had with him earlier, he yanked down your pants and let out a little puff of air on your cunt. His tongue nearly lolled out of his mouth as he gazed at your pussy with starry eyes.

“I could say the same thing to you,” San replied with a slight chuckle.

You gasped when you felt San’s lips go right for the money. He sucked sweetly on your clit, making you grab onto the bedsheets for dear life. His hands guided your thighs upwards, giving him better access to pleasure you greatly with his tongue. His tongue prodded through your pussy’s lips, sending shocks through your nerves. Your hand unconsciously pushed your shirt up and clutched onto the hem, exposing your breast— your naked breast since you decided to go braless for the day. Meanwhile, San’s lips moved back to your clit so that he could shove two of his thick fingers into you. His fingers curled inside you, which made you curl your toes in response. Your breathy moans reverberated in the still air of the bedroom the more San fingered you. It was only when you let out a little cry that he moved up to see your face. Your eyes were squeezed tight, so you didn’t see the expression on his face until you opened them wide when his other hand cupped your breast.

“Braless, huh?” he asked rhetorically.

Not that you were planning on responding, but San didn’t even give you the chance to consider it. He licked your nipple before planting his mouth on it. The feeling of him sucking your breast delightfully and fingering you roughly was too much for you, especially after months of not being able to experience such pleasure by yourself.

“San, I’m cumming,” you cried as you attempted to grab his wrist and force his fingers out of you.

However, San had no intention of letting up. He only increased the friction between his fingers and your pussy, and soon, you squirted all over his hand. You moaned loudly as the orgasm overtook you entirely, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Once the high wore off, you blinked tears out of your eyes and looked at your boyfriend, who had the lustiest look on his face— he looked ready to pounce on you (making you wonder why he didn’t just annihilate you yet). He bit his lower lip and moved so that his face was near yours as he hovered above you.

“God, I missed you so much,” San whispered.

“I missed you a lot, too, my love.”

San smiled widely. He loved when you called him that. He pressed his lips against yours briefly before trailing his lips down your neck and planting a hickey right on your collarbone. His lips left your for a slight moment as he helped you out of your shirt, only to return to the other side of your neck— the side he had yet to kiss. His soft, red hair brushed against your jawline and ear. His hands ran up along the curves of your waist before wrapping his arms around you. As he embraced you, he turned so that he was the one laying on the bed and that you were the one on top.

“Turn around for me, baby,” San instructed softly.

You did as he asked. He held your ass and inhaled sharply— truly an ass man— before pushing you down slightly. You knew exactly what he wanted. You moved down enough so that you felt his cock press right against your folds. He positioned his dick and pushed his hips upwards slightly so that he slid right into you. You moaned sensually as he guided your ass downwards. Despite the fact that you had a vibrator roughly San’s size, still, nothing compared. San felt so much better than any sex toy ever could. You moaned loudly before sharply inhaling and biting back a moan.

“Don’t hold back, baby. You like it, right?” San asked, trying to get a reaction out of you.

You whimpered and nodded, but that wasn’t the reaction San was expecting. So, he slammed his hips upwards to meet yours, earning a loud cry from you. He held onto your ass tightly, guiding you up and down as your waist moved rhythmically to slam into his. Your pussy tightened as you heard San’s low grunts and groans, the register of his voice turning you on further.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight,” San hissed.

His hips slammed harder against yours.

“Sannie, I’m going to cum!” you cried.

“Not yet, baby. Wait for me.”

San pulled out abruptly and pushed you forward so that you were on your hands and knees; also known as doggy, his favorite position. He shoved his way into you quickly, the new angle making his waist slam into you much harder than you were expecting. He wasn’t moving as fast as he was before, though. You let out a small cry with every thrust, San grunting in response. He kept hitting your cervix over and over again, just as you wanted him to earlier, making you weak in the arms and legs.

You felt him place his large hand on your shoulder blades and push down firmly, pressing your chest into the bed. He pushed his body weight over you and fucked you harder. His lips were right next to your ear, so you heard his erratic breathing and felt the warm air from his mouth hit the most sensitive parts of your ear.

“You like that, baby?” San asked sensually.

You could only muster a nod— you were too busy moaning to give him a proper verbal answer (not that he needed it). You felt your orgasm nearing again, and the second that San slammed his waist into yours with all of the energy and force he could muster, the two of you came together. He completely filled you up, a low exhale mixed with a groan echoing in the room and in your ear.

As he pulled out, you felt his cum drip down your pussy. You immediately worried about getting your sheets dirty with his cum, only to see San quickly hop off your bed, scurry to the bathroom, and return with a towel that he spread out on the bed. You collapsed onto said towel and brought your breathing back to normal as San laid down on the bed next to you, his body facing yours.

“My baby,” he said with a soft sigh as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

He scooted the tiniest bit closer to you to leave a light kiss on your forehead. Then, he put his arm around you to let you comfortably lay your head on his arm. He got even closer to you and caressed your face with his other hand.

“Y/N, I missed you so much while I was away,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how I lasted this long without you.”

“Maybe I should give you a pair of my panties before you set off on another world tour,” you said with the hint of a giggle in your words.

“Wh-what?”

“I saw you earlier, my love.”

“What do you mean?”

“Masturbating.”

You watched San’s face steadily get bright red to match his hair. He hid his face by burying it in the nook of your neck and mumbled something about how embarrassed he was that you watched him get off on your panties.

“Where did you even find my panties, my love?” you leaned your head away and asked him while making eye contact with him.

“I, uh… I wanted to take a shower… Your clothes were all over the floor, so I started cleaning up… One thing led to another…” San explained meekly.

“You pervert,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “You missed me that much?”

“Of course! And you clearly missed me that much, too.”

“What do you mean?” now you were the one that was confused.

“That jelly vibrator. You didn’t have it or any other sex toys before I left.”

“Oh… That…” you bit your lower lip, slightly embarrassed. “I needed to relieve myself somehow, and my fingers wouldn’t cut it anymore. I wanted something big and hard.”

“Like me.”

You nodded.

“Was it any good?” San asked, genuinely curious.

“Kind of… But it was mostly disappointing because no one or thing could ever compare to how good you are in bed.”

San’s face went red once again. He wrapped his arms around you and moved down slightly to hug you while mumbling a shy thanks into your chest. You smiled and hugged him back, one of your hands stroking the back of his head. The two of you stayed hugging each other comfortably for a good moment before he leaned his head away and looked up at you with eyes that made you want to melt.

“I think I already know the answer, but why a red vibrator?”

“Because when you dyed your hair red, I wanted to get something that matched.”

“Oh… I thought you got it because your favorite color is red…”

You shook your head. You kissed San on the nose quickly, a smile blossoming onto his face. His hands squeezed you lightly, a naughty look quickly crossing across his face before being replaced with genuine curiosity.

“Do you plan on getting rid of it…?” he asked you slowly.

“I’m going to have to keep it since you’ll be going on tour at some point,” you replied while shaking your head.

“Then… Can we play with it?”

“Huh?”

San sat up and grabbed the vibrator from your nightstand. He tapped it on your crotch lightly several times, his eyes going dark with lust. You swallowed nervously as you realized San’s intention.

“What do you say, baby? Let’s have some fun.”

Biting your lower lip, you held your arms outstretched for him while nodding. Yes, let’s have some fun.

#ateez #choi san #san smut #san x reader #ateez san #choi san ateez #san ateez #broatz

[kaeyas-beloved]

It's The Way He...

Characters: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Zhongli

Summary: Just cute/heartwarming/breath-taking things he does <3

Genre: Fluff + Snippets

CW: gn!reader (you/your), pet name (sweetheart) in Kaeya’s, (darling) Diluc’s and (dear) Zhongli's, first time writing a couple of these characters so I apologize for any OOCness, spoilers for Childe's real name

Albedo

It's the way Albedo unconsciously finds himself gravitating towards you. He'll scoot his chair closer beside you when he sits down, knee bumping against yours. When he talks about some alchemy thing he's doing that you may or may not know anything about, Albedo will peer up from his report, only to find that your faces are undeniably millimetres apart. Whether the male decides to press his forehead against yours or snake a hand to your chin and tip your head so he can capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss is up to chance.

"You're very warm, did you know that? It's no wonder I feel drawn to you."

Ayato

It’s the way Ayato lets you sit beside him while he does boring paperwork, knowing that sometimes you get lonely and sad after not seeing him for so long. It’s the same for him, so really it’s a win-win situation. He leaves a hand free for you to play with his fingers and when you inevitably lean against him (asleep or not), he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

“Are you sure you’d like to sit with me? I’m afraid it won’t be much fun." … "Nothing sways you once you set your mind to it, is there? Very well, but remember you’re free to leave whenever.”

Childe

It's the way Childe - no, Ajax wraps his red scarf around you when you begin to shiver, the cold of Snezhnaya not something many can withstand. Without a second thought, he removes the article from himself, tugging on your hand to stop and turn you around. When you look at him confused, asking what’s wrong and why you stopped, the male plants a kiss on your nose, laughing before gently scolding you. But the loving smile and the newfound shine in his eyes as he concentrates on tying the scarf tells you he wouldn’t rather be doing anything else but caring and loving you.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’ll freeze your cute nose off if you keep travelling underdressed like that! Come here, this’ll keep you warm.”

Diluc

It’s the way Diluc pours all the passion and love he can into his kisses. While they only happen behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, that fact is easily disregarded with how special they are. He wishes to convey how much his love for you burns, how it consumes him sometimes to the point that it’s overwhelming. But he was never good with words, not when it comes to feelings, so his actions will have to speak for him.

“Darling, I’m home.” He calls, hanging up his coat. By the time he’s done you’re already in front of him, arms wrapping around him. Your own ‘welcome back’ is muffled by his clothes, but it still causes him to smile softly. After a moment one of his warm hands removes itself from against your back, cupping your cheek instead. Gently, he pulls your face away only to crash his lips against yours, the arm still snaked around you tightening just a little. Yeah, he’s definitely home.

Kaeya

It's the way Kaeya will sling an arm around you any and everywhere, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Sometimes it’s because he spotted someone eyeing you, but most of the time it’s because he loves having you right there next to him. That and there are moments he or you are just feeling a little clingy <3

“Ah ah~ You’re drifting away from me sweetheart. Do I perhaps smell? No? Well then, let me pull you back so you're by my side. There, much better.”

Thoma

It's the way Thoma will drop by your place of work or education while he's out and about doing errands. Sometimes, you wonder if he plans his route so that he can pass the building you're in. Depending on the time of day and your schedules, the male will offer to take you out for a meal as a well-deserved break (but also to spend time with you <3)

"(Y/N), what a surprise to see you here! … Ahaha, okay, maybe not really a surprise, but it’s good to see you! Do you have time right now? There’s this food stall in town that just opened and I’d like to take you :)"

Tighnari

It’s the way Tighnari rambles on and on about the flora and fauna of the forest. Sure, he kind of does that already when explaining things, but with you there’s ten times more info being delivered, a constant stream of knowledge flowing from him. Your favourite thing though is when the two of you are out on walks and your lover spots something interesting- something you’d like - and takes a hold of your wrist before dragging you closer. His tail starts to wag slightly the more and more he explains, though he doesn’t notice. You do :)

“Come, come. You see this? This is one of the harder flowers to find in the Avidya Forest. They only grow in the denser, lush parts of the woods under the shade of canopies. Its petals are soft to the touch and are usually used to produce medicine. However, some do use them as household decorations while others-” he plucks the plant from the ground, holding it out to you, “give them as gifts to their lovers.”

Venti

It's the way Venti sends a gentle wind your way to let you know he's near, or as a warning just before he's to cling to you in a surprise back hug. Then, there are times his little wind storms are just to tease you. He'll muss your hair or clothes, blow the pages of your book, brush the hat off your head all while laughing merrily, watching as you try to fix yourself. Of course, more than half the time he denies ever doing it in the first place and every other time he's giggling to himself, not saying a word. He’s having fun though, and it’s not like you really mind :)

“It’s really windy today…” a patron in the bar states, gazing out the nearby window. The memory of a strong gust nearly making you lose an important paper resurfaces as you sip your drink. “Perhaps Lord Barbatos is feeling mischievous,” you offer, side-eyeing the green-dressed bard not too far away. While makes no outward reaction, opting to down another glass of wine instead, you don’t miss the smile on his face or the glimmer in his eye.

Zhongli

It's the way Zhongli waits patiently for your return home on the couch, a cup of tea in hand with your favourite drink waiting for you on the coffee table. He'll be gently blowing at the steam right when you walk in. Turning his full attention to you, a smile and warm greeting are the first things you're presented with. The funeral consultant knows of your hectic day, having asked the night before, and as any gentleman would, Zhongli intends to help you relax.

"Any work you have can wait dear. Come, sit and have a drink. If I remember correctly, there was a story I promised to tell you, no? Why don't I tell it now?"

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[chaethewriter]

exes

Jack Champion x reader

In which you and Jack bump into your exes while visiting your hometown.

Word count: 2,7k

Warning: english isn't my first language, hurt to fluff!!, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: another Jack oneshot!! Check my other one out as well "ghost of you". Enjoy reading <3

You and your boyfriend Jack were currently visiting your hometown. With his press tour being done and finally having some free time on his hand, he decided to spend his free time with you by coming with you to visit your childhood friends and family. He had met most of them before, during your birthday. The two of you stayed at your parents' house, your room being untouched from following college elsewhere. You had a bed big enough for two people, so you and Jack could fit just perfectly. Your father disapproved of this idea, though, as he was still your little girl. But Jack was your boyfriend, and you wanted to be in his arms as you slept.

The morning after you arrived, you decided to go out with him. Just a silly little date with your boyfriend. He was having none of that, though. "Baby, can't we just stay here?" His body was basically suffocating as he rested on your body, his cheek against your chest as his feet almost dangled off your bed because of his height. You chuckled as you stroked his head, your fingers running through his curls, making him smile from feeling so content just like this. "Come on, it will be fun! We can have breakfast at this little cafe and visit this huge toy store, Lego date?" He removed his cheek from your chest as he looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "okay yes lets do that!" He practically rolled off of you as he took his tanktop off. A grin was plastered on your face as you whistled, admiring his muscles.

He grinned in return as he took his towel from the heater. Before leaving for the bathroom, he didn't forget to press a loving kiss against your lips.

You stood in the bathroom as you did your eyeliner, your face close to the mirror, as you were too focused on your makeup that you didn't notice your boyfriend entering the room. He still had his towel around his waist as the water dripped from his locks. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hands on your hips as he watched you from the mirror.

"You're still not done?" You asked when you noticed that he was shirtless, even though he had showered first. "I was doing a short morning workout. What am I allowed to wear today, milady?"

He asked with a chuckle, referring to the fact you always complained about his outfit looking too millennial. He did look hot in the clothes offered to him for photoshoots and interviews, but outside that, it was horrendous. How did you fall in love with him? Probably because of his goofy self because it definitely wasn't because of his style. You closed the cap of your eyeliner before you turned your head and looked up at him, locking your eyes. Jack leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and pulled away to answer his question, "I love that brown sweatshirt on you with the beige straight leg pants. Also, you aren't sweaty from your workout?" Your hands ran over his skin as you asked. He was burning hot but not sticky. "It was a very light workout, so I will be okay. Thank you, babe!" He pressed another kiss to your lips before walking off to your room to change. You shaked your head with a chuckle. A 'light workout' in Jack's eyes meant pushups, situps, and lots of silly air punching. It was okay, though, you love him. A lot. He was an amazing boyfriend. Caring, clingy, funny, and he made you feel like the happiest girl on earth, even if his style was a little weird. His handsomeness was definitely a plus. Jack was basically the package. You couldn't ask for anything more.

You looked into your makeup mirror one last time to see if you didn't look weird. Jack watched as you did so, walking up to you and standing next to you, "You look amazing, you know? There is nothing wrong!" He had turned the mirror away from your face, making it face himself as he did his famous chad face in the reflection. You laughed out loud as you took your phone out to snap a quick picture of his reflection. Once downstairs, you put your leather jacket and boots on before greeting your parents as the two of you left. Jack was indeed wearing the outfit you recommended, with a trench coat on top as it was still a little windy. Your arms were wrapped around his biceps as the two of you walked towards the cafe. It wasn't too far away, though, and walking like this with your boyfriend by your side made you feel content. You couldn't be happier.

Jack held the door open for you, and you couldn't help but blush. He was such a gentleman, raised just right. You still weren't used to it. After you took a seat on the chair he had pulled for you by the window, Jack had taken a seat in front of you. You were handed the menu as the waitress immediately asked what you would like to drink.

"Just a water for me, please." Jack smiled at the waitress before turning to you.

"A hot chocolate would be great, thank you." The waitress wrote your order down before getting your drinks.

Jack had taken your hand in his as the two of you held hands on the table, looking through the breakfast menu. "They have delicious pancakes here! Truly my favorite, with cream and fruits." You smiled with excitement as you pointed to Jack's menu with your other hand, wanting him to read what you would order. He did as he was told, before looking back at you and leaning down to kiss your hand, "My little sweet tooth."

He looked back at his menu and pointed, "The smoked salmon with Ezekiel bread sounds good, doesn't it?" You playfully rolled your eyes as you shook your head. Protein. Your silly gym boy.

The waitress came back with your drinks, "did you already want to order?"

Jack nodded his head with a smile, "For her the pancakes with cream and fruits, for me the smoked salmon sandwich with Ezekiel bread please."

The two of you ate your breakfast as you talked about your plans for the following week. You mostly wanted alone time with your boyfriend, as you didn't get to hang out like this often because of his schedule. He didn't mind at all, as he felt the same. He wanted to be with you whenever he got the chance to. "Want to taste?" He cut up a piece of bread with salmon, vegetables and spread for you, holding it up with his fork as he poked the fish against your bottom lip. You smiled happily as you opened your mouth for him to carefully feed you the piece.

"That bite made me full. Eat my leftovers?" You still had one pancake left with lots of cream on top of it. Jack hated to waste food, so fortunately, he always had space for some sweet dessert. He still can't believe you were able to eat this sweet in the morning. Since he finished his sandwich, he took your plate and put it on top of his. You smiled happily as you sipped on your hot chocolate. Taking your phone out to take a picture of your eating boyfriend.

After breakfast, which Jack insisted on paying, the two of you walked towards the biggest toy store near your hometown. "We could buy a flower set!" You excitedly walked down the street as you pulled him along, basically walking him like a dog as he followed you around. The number of Lego sets was overwhelming— there was a lot to pick from. Jack had insisted on the expensive Toruk Makto with the tree of souls set, as well as a small flower set, but it was incredibly expensive.

"You're my girlfriend, I insist, so don't worry too much, baby." He had said as he picked the sets up from the shelf in the middle, holding both of them above his head with his hand as the other wandered to his wallet in his pocket. You frowned as you held his arm to stop him from taking his wallet, "Jack, stop that!!" You proceeded to bite his arm, but to no avail. Jack walked up to the counter with his long legs, completely ignoring you as he paid. You practically ran after him as he was incredibly tall.

"Jack, love, please stop that!"

He held his card against the card reader as three beeps filled with the area, confirming his payment. He took the two huge bags from the worker and greeted her goodbye before taking your hand and pulling you outside.

"Jack! You don't have to do that!"

He shrugged as he held the two bags in one hand, making him flex his muscles, and squeezing your hand with the other, "I like to treat you, baby, so please let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

"I'm paying for this!" You grumbled as you walked past the convenience store shelves, looking for snacks to eat during your silly date. "Whatever you say, baby." He smiled as he walked after you wherever you went with a basket in his other hand. You had taken some chocolate cookies as you carefully put them in the basket before continuing your journey.

One of your favorite snacks were on the top shelf, you couldn't reach that, "baby can you help me?"

"Of course I can-"

A shadow loomed over your body as a hand took your snack from the top shelf. "Oh, thank you babe!" You had turned around, expecting to come face to face with Jack. Instead, you come face to face with all too familiar face features.

"Sebastian?" He flashed you a grin and put the snacks in your hands, "still missing me, 'babe'?" He teased you as he put his hands in his the pockets of his jacket, looking down at you with a smile. Jack didn't waste any time and stood next to you in mere seconds, his jaw clenched as he looked at the unknown boy in front of him. Jack had analysed him: black middle part, black jeans with holes, a black half unbottuned blouse to show the silver chain and a leather jacket to top it off. His hair was messy, but his earpiercings were still visible.

"On fuck off, Sebastian. Please fuck yourself."

"Can't fuck alone, you know?" The boy named Sebastian grinned yet again as he ran his hand through his hair, soon letting his eyes wander to your boyfriend, "who's this?"

"My boyfriend, so just fuck off, we have a date to go on to!" You had tried to pull Jack with you, but he stood his ground as he glared at your ex. "What gives you the mindset to talk to my girlfriend like that?" If he wasn't holding anything in his hands, he would have launched himself at the boy in front of him. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "Didn't tell your boy? I'm her ex. Hey (y/n)! Your other exes are here too. Should I call them for you? Bros, come here!"

You pursed your lips in frustration. You couldn't let your day be ruined by them. "Jack please, let's just go.. please"

But he didn't budge, instead, he had watched how two other boys emerged from the hall. Black messy hair and the same type of clothes. Jack didn't know how to feel. These were your ex-boyfriends? Why did he look so different from them?

"This is (y/n)'s new boyfriend."

The three guys looked at him from top to bottom as you clung onto Jack's arm, begging him to leave. "Sebastian, Ryan, Nick. Please stop this. Don't make my life more miserable than that the three of you already did!" But they continued. They noticed Jack's muscles through his coat as well as his broad shoulders.

"A white gym dude? You sure downgraded."

"Bet he only cares about lifting and doesn't spend time with you."

"He looks like he only thinks about protein first and you second."

"Is that lego? Kind of a lame date, I could do better."

Now, Jack was a confident and humble guy. He didn't want to change himself for others. He wanted to be himself, but right now? He felt insecure. He looked so much different from your exes, who basically all looked the same.

"You three are miserable. I'll have you know that Jack is a better boyfriend than you three combined. You only cared about yourself and flirted with anything and everything. At least he cares about me and loves me for who I am. And I do too, I love him for who he is. I fell in love for who he is. So if you excuse us, we have somewhere to be and have a 'dumb' Lego date. Come on babe, let's go." You grabbed the basket from your boyfriend's hand, fuming because they ruined your day with your boyfriend. You slammed the basket to the floor, the sound ringing through the store as you took Jack's free hand, pulling him out of the store.

The walk home was quiet, as you were still burning from anger and Jack's mind was clearly somewhere else. Was he even your type? You had said he was better than them, but was that only to make him feel better? Did you like the cocky, flirty type more than the silly goofy type?

Without himself noticing, he had stopped walking as he stared at the ground.

"Jack?" You turned around as you put your hands on his cheeks to pull him down, pressing your forhead against his. He still didn't look into your eyes, scared that you would see how he felt. Yet, even without looking into his eyes, you knew exactly what was on his mind.

"You're more than enough for me."

Your breath fanned against your skin as he finally looked into your eyes. His expression made your heart drop. His glossy eyes were soft as his lips were pursed, "Am I your type?"

The question threw you off guard, "Babe, of course you are. That's why I got with you, isn't it?"

"They looked the same.. all three of them, isn't that your type? Their hair is flawless, style amazing, confident attitude. Meanwhile I'm just. If you didn't dress me, I didn't look like this. Like you said, my style is a little weird. My hair used to look outdated. I'm childish. I'm goofy. I'm-"

Before he could finish his words, you pressed your lips against his, sharing the most loving kiss you could ever give someone. And Jack felt it. He felt your love, your happiness, your satisfaction. You pulled away when you felt like you needed to catch your breath, keeping him close to you, "why else do you think they're my exes? They were too cocky, selfish and flirty. You're different, in a good way. You care about me. You show me affection and love. You do these little gestures for me, knowing I am unable to do it. When I'm sad, you always find a way to make me smile. I'm happy with you. You're the one I want, Jackson Champion. I love you."

His eyes widened at the confession, clearly flustered that you blurted those words out so easily, meaning they really came from your heart. "I love you too babe, so much. I'm sorry for not trusting you."

You shook your head, your noses rubbing against each other as you did so, "never apologize for your feelings. Should we go and have our silly Lego date?"

"Hell yeah!"

silly(y/n)_

shut the fuck up everyone, he's the one only for me. <3

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #jack champion headcannons #jack champion imagine #jack champion is taking my brain over #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

[writerracha]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ like never before, part 2 — han jisung x female reader

↻ 2.2k :: best friend's brother :: cw. explicit smut. soft dom!jisung, oral sex, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, use of "baby," "baby girl," "slut".

you spend a part of your summer vacation at your rooomate's house, and her older brother is making you feel things you've never felt before. part two of a series of encounters. -- this time, jisung wants to honor his promise.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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You turn on the light in the small room, carrying your bundle of clothes under your arm. There’s not that much to wash but you still insist on doing it yourself - your best friend’s family is already kind enough to let you stay at their house, it’s the least you can do. Besides, it won’t take very long. 

The house is quiet today. Your best friend is gone to spend the day with her boyfriend, so you have some time to yourself. You cleaned the guest room you’re staying in, and you’re feeling hungry so you will get the washing started and make yourself a snack. Your earbuds are blasting a song you like, so you bop your head as you put your clothes in the machine. You make sure you start the right cycle, and turn on your heels to head for the kitchen. 

Except you collapse into someone’s arms. You gasp in surprise and slight fear, looking up at Jisung with wide eyes. You didn’t hear him coming because of your music - you didn’t even know he was in the house. He went out with friends the previous night, so you were sure he was still sleeping. But he’s there, smiling mischievously, holding your arms in this room that suddenly feels very small. 

You remove your headphones, laughing nervously. “Jisung, you scared me…”  

“Sorry,” he answers, not looking sorry at all. “Just wanted to say good morning.”  

“I thought you were sleeping,” you reply a little shyly, because he still hasn’t removed his arms from around you. His penetrative gaze and messy hair under his reverse baseball  cap is derailing your thoughts, too. “Did you have fun last night?” 

He nods. “It was cool. You should come next time.” 

“Maybe,” you smile. “Are you hungry? I was going to -” 

“You listened to what I told you, huh?” he interrupts you.

You blink in confusion. Jisung arches an eyebrow, his fingers descending down your arm. It sends a shiver through your body, and you close your eyes as he leans in your ear. 

“The panties,” he whispers. “Your panties, stained with my cum.” 

He places a brief kiss in your neck and you have to bite your lip to hold back from moaning. Of course you haven’t forgotten about what happened between you - in fact, it’s pretty much all you can think about. Jisung’s hot breath against your skin, his cock nestled between your thighs, the way he grunted as he came… You’ve been aching for more since, hoping he would visit you during the night again, but he hasn’t for the past two days. 

“No,” you breathe. “I kept them.”  

Jisung chuckles. “Good girl.” He looks at you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “Although… I’ve been waiting for you to visit me. Why haven’t you?” 

You part your lips, blushing. “I - I just… I didn’t -” 

“You can’t be expecting me to make all the moves, huh, baby? I’m going to need you to ask for it. Maybe even beg. I want to see how much you want this… How desperate you can be…” 

He leans into your ear, giving your earlobe a quick lick, and you have to clench your fists to keep your legs from bucking. 

“But I did make a promise, didn’t I? What did I tell you?” 

Jisung trails his tongue down your neck and you sigh. 

“Tell me,” he says in a demanding voice. “Repeat what I said.” 

“That you’d show me how hard your tongue can make me cum,” you answer.

He chuckles. “You remember that well, huh? Of course you would.” 

He pushes you against the washing machine and you grab his shirt, looking at him with wide eyes. “Ji, anybody could -”  

“My father’s gone golfing and my mom’s on the phone with her friend,” he shrugs. “No one  is going to pay attention to us. The noise of the machine will cover those cute little moans  of yours…” 

He closes the door of the small room and quickly lifts you, sitting you down on the machine. It vibrates under you, your eyes glassy from desire, as Jisung takes your chin in between his fingers.

“Look at that little face. I barely touched you and you already look fucked out. Are you wet for me, baby?”

You nod, Jisung lowering his hand so he can squeeze one of your tits in his hand. 

“Let me see those tits.”  

He helps you remove your t-shirt and your sports bra, staring at your tits with a grin. He places himself between your legs, his crotch pushing against your already throbbing core, and leans in to swirl his tongue around your nipple. You moan softly as he kisses and licks your tits, massaging them in his hands. It feels incredible with the warm machine moving under you. You instinctively roll your hips to create friction. 

“Such a horny little slut,” he breathes. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…” 

Leaving your tits, Jisung’s hand crawls between your legs and pushes against your shorts, right above your clit. You whimper, craving more, and you can feel him smile against your tits. 

“So fucking wet,” he growls. 

He impatiently removes your shorts, tugging at your panties with a playful smile. 

“We’re not keeping those on today,” he says. “I need to see that soaked cunt all spread out for me.”  

You nod, and lift your ass off the machine.  Your shorts and panties end up on the floor, so you sit there completely naked for him. Jisung takes a second to look at you, smirking, palming his hardening cock above his sweatpants. You’re so wet you know you’re probably already making a mess, feeling slightly dizzy with need. No one has ever made you feel this way. 

“Jisung,” you whisper, reaching for him. 

“Hm? What is it, baby?” he asks, his voice hoarse. He’s still stroking himself looking at you, so you spread your legs open so he can take a look at your soaked folds. You bite your lip, your fingers playing with your tits. 

“Please touch me,” you whisper. 

“Say it louder,” he grunts.” 

“Please touch me,” you say again, louder this time. “I - I need you… Please…” 

Jisung closes the distance between you, his fingers landing around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, only holds you, and it makes you clench around nothing. 

“Such a fucking slut you are,” he growls. “Already begging for it, huh? Wait until you feel my cock stretching you. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

At the same time his fingers make contact with your wetness, and you shudder against his touch. He circles your clit, spreading your slick all across your cunt, and enters two fingers inside of you. You moan as Jisung squeezes the fingers around your neck, clenching hard around his digits. 

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he chuckles in your ear. 

He squeezes a little harder and you whimper, desperately thrusting your hips. 

“I’m going to remember that for later,” he tells you. “But I did make you a promise…” 

His breath leaves your neck as Jisung lowers his body, his tongue leaving a wet trail on your chest and stomach. He stops in front of your cunt, spreading your legs further apart  with his hands. He starts to kiss your inner thighs, and you slightly lean back on the machine. You’re lost in the bliss he is creating, forgetting where you are, who could decide to walk in at any moment. 

“Beautiful,” Jisung breathes. “A fucking feast.”  

Then his mouth is all over you at once and you have to hold back a scream. You gasp. He is kissing you everywhere, licking you everywhere. Sloppy sounds can barely be heard above the washing machine under you, but you feel everything. His tongue digging deep in your folds, touching all the spots that make you go crazy. You haven’t experienced oral sex a lot in your life, and it has never even come close to this. 

Your head falls backwards, one of your hands grabs his head - his cap falls back on the floor and you slide your fingers in his hair. Jisung eats you out like you really are a feast, moving his tongue up and down and around, his lips slurping your wetness. He pushes you a bit back so he can reach your entrance, teasing his tongue around it, his mouth making you lose grasp on reality. 

You can’t even say anything, you can only moan, you can only whisper his name frantically. Jisung smiles against your cunt, and although your own eyes are closed, you can feel him looking at you. 

“Fucking go crazy for me,” he tells you. “Cum all over my fucking face.”

He is so skilled at finding exactly what works for you, and he doesn’t waste any time insisting on it. The combination of the vibration of the machine makes you lose your mind. When you cum, you cry out in pleasure, pushing his face against your folds, feeling your juices spill out in his mouth and on your legs. You are soaked. 

You breathe out, sitting up as Jisung continues to make out with your cunt.  

“I’m - I came, Ji - please -” 

“Oh, no, this is not over.”   

He resists against you, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your throbbing clit, and you cry out in both pleasure and desperation. You sit up, the overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Fuck, Jisung!” you whimper.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung inserts two fingers in your hole again, stretching it, reaching deep inside of you. You pull his hair but he still doesn’t move, and your body starts to shake. A second orgasm takes over you quickly, and you pant in exhaustion, clenching around him. You cum so hard your juices are spilling down from inside of you. Jisung finally slows down as you fall backwards, standing up to hold you with his arm. 

You are breathing hard, covered in sweat and your cum. Jisung kisses your temple, chuckling softly. 

“Open your eyes,” he tells you. 

It is hard to do it, but you manage. He is holding his fingers up, both covered in your slick. His chin and lips are too, and you blush in embarrassment, although you also find it extremely hot. Jisung licks his fingers clean, slides his tongue on his chin, all the while smiling at you. His eyes are dark and shining.  

“Come here,” he whispers. “Taste it.”

To your surprise, he kisses you. It is not a tender kiss, although it remains gentle - he pushes his lips greedily on yours, making sure you can taste yourself on his mouth. He parts your lips open to slide his tongue around yours, and you arch your back against him.  It feels good to kiss him. It makes sense, even with your mind completely empty of thoughts, trying to recover from your two intense orgasms.

You can feel his erection on your leg, so you slide your hand in between your bodies, palming it. Jisung hisses, his cock throbbing in response. 

“You took such good care of me,” you tell him. “Let me make you cum.” 

Jisung hums and nods, so you take it as a sign. You push his pants down, taking his cock out. It’s already rock hard in your hands, the tip covered in pre-cum. You roll your thumb on it, spreading the liquid on the rest of his length. Jisung grunts, his hands grabbing your waist tightly.  

“I want that cock around my lips,” you whisper.

You start to move, but Jisung stops you. “As much as I love hearing those words escape your mouth, I’ll fuck it another day. I’m not going to last long.” 

You pout in disappointment, but Jisung gives you another kiss. 

“Jerk me off,” he breathes. 

You nod and start to move your hand up and down his cock. Jisung breathes out sharply, bucking his lips on the same rhythm as you. Soon he is fucking your fist, grunting deeply, and you lean in to kiss his neck, licking his skin. It seems to work because he thrusts quicker, so you suck at his skin, near his collarbone. He lets out a moan, throwing his head back slightly, whispering unintelligible words. 

“Fuck, fuck, yes, that’s it -” 

He breathes out sharply as he reaches his climax, spurts of cum covering your stomach and your tits. You look down as he paints you white, your cunt fluttering at the sight. You can’t believe you are doing this - and that you love it so much. Looking up at Jisung, his closed eyes, his parted lips, you feel strangely safe. Seen, even. 

“That was so fucking hot, Ji…” you can’t help but say.

He opens his eyes, grinning at the sight in front of him. “You look even more gorgeous covered in my cum, baby girl.” 

You can’t help but smile. He leans in to give your cheek a quick kiss, tucking his cock back in his pants and reaching for his hat. 

“Now what was it you said about food? I’m really hungry.” 

You laugh, and he’s quick to do the same.  

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eheh this is a bit longer than I expected... but I really hope it will not disappoint!! 😭 please please please let me know if you enjoyed and if i should keep writing this (or if i ruined it) 😭 i do still have plenty of ideas... eheh. love you guys!! have a fantastic weekend!!

taglist :: @lix-ables -- @iwannabangchan -- @yeongyulix

series taglist :: @changbinsrightboob -- @yjeonginlvr -- @fawnpeaks -- @angelescent

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hii there! Can I request a smut with Stu and a fem reader where the reader has scars on her legs from a car accident and hates them, but Stu wants to show her just how much he adores her (and is kinda obsessed with her). Something like kissing every scar she has while fucking her so she forgets about her insecurities? Please and thank you!!!🩷

Hi! I love this sm anon. You can decide if he s ghostface or not in this

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈

Warnings: Scars, mentions of car accident, insecurity, NSFW, MDNI, afab reader, p in v, cunning inside, yk yk usual Stu stuff

You were over Stu’s house currently. You both laid on his bed, you cuddled into him while you both watched some movie.

“Mmm!” He said, pointing at the tv while his mouth was full of popcorn. He swallowed “See that, that, is just dumb. Why does everyone always go to investigate? It makes no sense. Idiots.” He mumbled the last part.

His ramblings didn’t quite make sense while you were wrapped up in your own thoughts. Recently, you’d been getting more insecure about your scars. You hated the way they looked on your body.

He continued to ramble, and finally it stopped when he realized you were being quiet.

“You okay?” He asked softly, he laid a kiss on your neck.

“I’m okay.” You said back.

He let it go for now, and shortly after, his hands made their way up your shirt as he smirked. You had always loved that, surely that would help your mood.

“Stu.” You said, in a warning tone. He furrowed an eyebrow and removed his hands.

“Sorry. I thought-“

“Sorry. No, it’s not you. Just not in the mood, baby.” You said, tangling your hands in his hair and giving him a kiss.

“It’s fine.” He said. Odd, he thought, but let it go.

You laid on his chest now while he held you tightly. You got a little too into your thoughts, that you didn’t hear him calling your name.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n?”

He was concerned now, he shook you and you looked up at him.

“Hm?” You asked.

He was going to ask you if you wanted anything, but now, he was really concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, his goofy mood he usually has was gone. Usually, no matter what, he was always cracking some sort of joke and having fun.

“I’m fine.” You said again.

He said your name, in a way that you knew he was being serious. You sighed, laying your head on his stomach now and looking to the side.

“I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid-“

“It’s not if it’s bothering you so much.” He interrupted.

You hesitated before speaking. “I just… I don’t know. My scars, I just… I hate them. So much. Their ugly, and you probably hate them-“ You started to tear up, and he sat up, pausing the movie. You sat up and you both looked at each other.

He was thinking of what to say. “That isn’t stupid.” He said, you looked at him in confusion.

“Baby, you remember the car accident? You were so devastated when you realized that they wouldn’t go away. It’s not stupid. And I fucking love them, if anything. I don’t hate them, at all. They don’t bother me any. In fact, their badass.”You cracked a smile slightly. He smiled at that.

“And you should learn to love them too. Because I love every single fucking part of you, I think you should love every part of yourself too.” He shrugged.

That was probably the deepest he’s been with anyone, ever. He realized that, and so did you.

You stayed silent for a moment, not sure what to say.

You just threw your arms around him, he smiled and kissed your neck.

“I love you.” You mumbled.

“I love you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He said.

You nodded, and that was all he needed. He smiled as he laid you down softly, and as much as he wanted to rip all of your clothes off, he decided against it. This was meant to be sweet, for you.

Slowly, he took off your pants, looking at you to make sure it’s okay. You just nodded at him again and he looked back down at your legs, he threw the pants somewhere in the room.

“Like something out of a damn painting. Specifically a very beautiful renaissance.” He said with a small smile, he looked back up at your face and moved himself so he was on top of you to give you a kiss. It was sweet, passionate.

You smiled when you both pulled back, and he made his way back down to your legs.

You did feel a little self conscious as you looked at the scars. But then you saw the way Stu looked at them. He pulled off your underwear slowly, he was watching your face for a reaction. More than anything, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

You were wet, by the time he pulled off your underwear. He prodded a finger in your entrance, making you moan out.

“Jus’ preparing you.” His other hand was rubbing up and down your legs. He stuck another finger after a while, pumping them in and out. His long fingers were more than enough, if that’s what he wanted to do. But it wasn’t right now, maybe another day.

He took his fingers out of your cunt, licking them dry and making you moan out again.

“Alright, alright. I hear you.” He said, cracking a goofy grin at how easily it was to have you melting at his touch. He pulled his pants off, and pulled his cock out. He aligned it with your entrance, pressing kisses to your thighs.

Slowly, he slid it in. As much times as you had sex, you never got used to his size. You both moaned out when he did, he stayed still for a little.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

He was focused as he started moving, setting a slow pace. He moved in and out, and his lips found their way to your legs, your scars. He laid kisses on them, all of them as he slid in and out of your cunt.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, he was close already, and he could tell you were too. You moaned out his name.

“It’s okay. Cum for me, baby.” He laid more kisses on your legs as he coaxed out your orgasm, an orgasm you swore was one of the best you’ve had.

He was close too, but it wasn’t about him. He could shoot it into a sock, for all he cared. He thought, and was about to pull out when you stopped him.

“You haven’t-“

He stayed still in your for a moment.

“Are you still on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure-“ he hesitated, but you nodded and smiled at him sweetly, and that was all he needed. He moved a bit faster now, still focused on you as he painted your walls, he pulled out with a sigh. He laid down on the bed next to you now as you both looked up at the ceiling.

“You let everyone cum inside you?” He joked and turned his head to you.

You shrugged. “Only my cute boyfriend.” You turned to him. He smiled again and grabbed your jaw, kissing you again.

“You’re the fucking best.”

#stu macher x reader #stu macher smut #stu macher x you #stu macher #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard smut #matthew lillard

[surferblues]

bad luck charm| r.c

pairings rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, cheating, praise, oral (f rec), bathroom sex, unestablished relationship, spelling errors, and obviously sexual themes. ALL FICTIONAL.

"seven minutes isn't even alot." you hissed, rolling your eyes as the blond boy kept the signature smirk on his soft lips.

chuckles of amusement from the party could be heard from the other side of the door, the sound of the door locking was more than an unsatisfying sound.

you thought this game of five minutes in heaven would be fun. it would amuse you to see people walk into the small bedroom with heads down in embarrassment - you just weren't expecting to be the one of the two unlucky few chosen.

"oh, princess, don't underestimate me." rafe husked back, following your trail closely. " i can get a lot more than you expect done in seven minutes."

you perched yourself on the bathroom countertop, that was messy causing you to move some things on the side so you wouldn't have to be too close to the cameron boy.

"out of all people, I'm stuck here with you." you groaned, shooting rafe a warning full glare as he came closer to you.

"aw, poor baby. tonight must be your unlucky night." he cooed in fake sympathy, tilting his head as he puckered his pink lips. as he came closer, you shut your legs together, knowing that rafe would try to play some unwanted game.

you feel the chills go down your spine at the nickname, every time you were around rafe your body would betray you in malicious ways.

"how would you know about my night? y'been stalking me or something?" you snapped back crossing your arms as you fought your unwanted feelings.

his rough hands came in contact with your thighs, forcing them open. "do you think youre really that special?" he rasped, scoffing at you as his cold fingertips absentmindedly traced circles on your thighs.

you rolled your eyes at him, slapping his hands off of your body. "you're such an asshole." your voice came off as soft and vulnerable, he was basically towering over you at this point - causing you to have to lift your head in order to meet his eyes.

this is how it went every time between you two. you two would end up alone together, throwing out meaningless insults towards one another, then doing things you would regret the next day.

"I'm not worse than that asshole boyfriend of yours though, right,princess?" he began peppering small kisses on your bare shoulder blades thanks to your strapless blouse.

ignoring the fact that you slapped his hand off of you moments ago, he firmly gripped your hips and pulled you towards his needy member. you let out a breathy whimper as you felt his dick through his shorts, rubbing against your clothed pussy.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" You huffed as he let out a little laugh. "as long as you promise you'll be quick and quiet ?" rafe asked as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, removing them before he even had a chance to kiss you back.

you nodded, confirming your lustful needs." I'll take good care of my pretty lil' baby, i always do" rafe whispered with a grin on his face, his hand traveling down towards your heating cunt before he pushed your black little string to the side before he gently caressed your wet pussy with his fingertips while he whispered praises.

"rafe... dont tease me" you whimpered, your hands gripping the blond boy's shoulder for steady support. "ill make it so quick. just follow along,yeah?"

he took you off of the counter, your feet now on the tiled floor.his chest touched yours, his knee worked between your thighs, and he found your lips. 

His kiss was hungry, open lips and dominating tongue, and you moaned softly as you felt his erection through his shorts already. “turn for me” he hummed, breaking the kiss with a soft sound.

you did as he said, not one protest or complaint slipped from your lips. you positioned yourself, your hips now pushed against the sink and you back against his chest. he ruffled up the mini skirt to your hips so he could get a full view of your wet cunt.

"you're always are so good for me." he looked in the mirror, meeting your eyes. his hand slithered towards your neck, wrapping his big hand around your flesh - applying slight pressure.

you were tired of the talking, you needed him. you arched, so your ass was applying pressure to his hard cock that was still covered by his khaki shorts. "ah, baby have patience." he cooed as if you were a child, his hands flying to his zipper in urgency to get his clothes off.

"we're on a tight clock here." you replied, pressing your tongue to your cheek as he pushed his body against yours, an arm wrapping around your waist making you gasp out loud, the sexual tension between you almost crippling at this point.

his nails practically were digging in your hip flesh, without any warning you felt him pull you onto him. his hard cock entering your wet pussy, leaving you both in a daze.

you watched him fall apart from behind you in the mirror, his lips on your shoulders as he leaves bite marks across your chest.

Your hands reach for his biceps, wanting to feel every part of him. He met your eyes in the mirror, taking in the sight of his newfound mess.

"Jesus sweetheart, you're...so...fuckin' tight, feel so good around my dick.” rafe husked, grabbing your waist, slamming in to you from behind, throwing your head back to lean against his chest for support as you watched him come apart in the mirror.

his hand reached for your top, pulling down the strapless top so he could get a sight of your breast. "all mine, all of you is for me." he growled in your ear as he played with your nipples, you were in a daze.

"all for you, nobody else." you whispered hoarsely, and absentmindedly. as soon as your sentence ends, he slams roughly into your wet hole.

he placed his lips on yours, swallowing the moan so none of the party goers could catch a wave of your pretty little sounds.In your mind, thee blaring music and chatter of the rowdy crowd on the other side of the door had long disappeared in to the background as the sound of Rafe's praises and moans filled your ears.

His rough and slow thrusts sending you closer and closer to another orgasm as he nipped at your throat, leaving a trail of violet bruises behind as evidence of your current hook up.

"one more minute left!" you heard from the other side of the door, the voice obviously oblivious to what was going on behind the closed door.

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[the-batcomputer-project]

Batfamily (and other) Headcanons that will be canon in my DC timeline:

-Dick is Pansexual. Show me this man in romantic relationships with more than just woman. I also feel like he has potential to be a sex positive icon which I feel is important. Sex portrayed as something that can be fun and casual, not explicitly reserved for romantic partners and situations.

(edited to rephrase and remove offensive language towards the pan community)

-Jason is Asexual. Get some ace representation but also give him some healthy romantic relationships where sex is not the center or a necessity. (I’m partial to Jason/Roy but to each their own)

-Jon Kent is dyslexic. Insert Percy Jackson reference about his brain being wired for kryptonian, but no, the dyslexia comes from Lois.

-Jason was absolutely theater kid before his death who managed to get the lead role almost every time, and somehow maintained a healthy schedule of theater rehearsals, good grades, and patrols.

-building off of the last one, Jason is Bruce’s favorite allowing him to get away with pretty much anything, but no one notices this because Jason is convinced Bruce hates him, and everyone else (understandably) believes Cass is the favorite.

-Cass took up gardening after watching Alfred tend to the rose bushes out front, and is now responsible for the very impressive garden on the Wayne Estate. She loves being to create and nurture life instead of kill, like the was born and raised to. Jason also taught her the language of flowers and she has little flowerbeds for each member of the family. Only Jason knows what they mean (also Alfred but he knows everything)

-Tim isn’t a caffeine addict, but he does have severe insomnia and ADHD. Because of that, caffeine typically has the opposite effect on him, hence why he always seems to be drinking a cup. Either for the placebo effect to stay up and finish a case, or to make him tired enough to fall asleep.

-Damian struggles to connect with people and express gratitude, appreciation, and love. He asked Cass about her garden one day and very intently sat and listened while she taught him about the language of flowers. Each family member woke up the next morning to a drawing of a bouquet of flowers pinned to the door with a knife (Jason has his framed in a safehouse he is fairly sure none of his family knows about)

-The batcave has a secret vault of “bad ideas” which was started by Dick as a child with the original Robin suit Bruce designed (it had pants) along with videos of Dick wearing said costume and falling off of gymnastics bars. (Think of the video explaining why strippers don’t wear clothes with the person falling off the pole over and over)

-Bruce is autistic. He gives off tism vibes (you’re trying to tell me that a man who dresses up as a bat and fights crime as a trauma response to watching his parents be murdered in front of him is neurotypical?) and I also want to see more a positive autism representation in main characters in media.

-Dick’s use of made up words such as “aster” and “whelmed” come from the fact that he spoke very little English when he was first adopted by Bruce, and decided that using obviously made up words made his slip ups less noticeable, or people would assume he did it on purpose. Even after he mastered English, he continued using his made up words because they just made sense (the batcomputer and jl database have a hidden file called the “DICKtionary” unlinking all his words and their meanings)

-Jason can’t drive. He died when he was 15 (you have to be 16 in Jersey to get your permit), was revived in Nanda Parbat so there was no need to drive, and was too embarrassed to mention it by the time he returned to Gotham and the Batfamily. This is his deepest, darkest, secret.

-As a child, Dick was convinced Batman was a vampire (and still isn’t entirely convinced otherwise)

-Tim collects little trinkets. Dick noticed this early on, and made sure to get a little souvenir trinket for Tim every time he went on a trip. Bruce noticed and started doing the same thing, and so did his friends after a while. Tim proudly displays his collection, because to him, each trinket is a reminder that people are thinking about him and care about him. (Most of his possessions in Drake Manor were necessities like clothes, or things he had bought for himself. Barely anything was a gift)

-Jason has OCPD, and needs things to be an exact certain way, and struggles when they aren’t. It’s one of the biggest reasons why he is often so frustrated with Bruce, who tends to do things in a different, certain way.

-Cass is actually the most neurotypical in the family, though because she has learned how to be a person through observing, she has picked up on many neurodivergent traits, specifically stimming.

-Steph’s aesthetic is retro pastel pop, mixed with maximalism. She loves bright colors and loud designs (though purple is still her favorite by far)

-Alfred keeps guns stashed all over the house in case of emergencies. Bruce hates this and has tried to remove them, but has given up as he can never seem to find them all. Alfred also brought up the good point of “I am not a vigilante like you, Master Bruce, and I am not quite as young as I used to be. If there is ever an invasion of the manor, I would quite enjoy the security of being able to protect myself.”

-There is a list of who is banned from the kitchen. Bruce is at the top of the list, Tim isn’t allowed to make anything more complex than instant food, Cass and Damian aren’t very good, but at least make an effort to learn so are therefore allowed with supervision. Dick has a partial ban. He is an absolute disaster in the kitchen, except for soups, and sarma (his mother’s recipe was one of the few things he brought with him from the circus and was obsessed with perfecting it as a kid, leading it to be one of the only things he can actually make) Steph isn’t allowed to cook, but she is a proficient baker. Duke isn’t a horrible cook, but mainly avoids the kitchen, preferring to stay out of Alfred’s way. Jason is the only batfamily member who is not banned from the kitchen under any circumstances. He has a tendency to stress cook, and likes trying new fancy recipes, because on the streets he only ate what he could find. This gives him a sense of control.

-Superman wasn’t a great dad to Connor at first, opting to send him to the farm to stay with Ma and Pa, but after a stern talking to from Bruce, came around started making an effort. Connor is an excellent big brother to Jon.

#dc comics #dc universe #batman #batfamily #headcanon #batfam #batfam headcanons #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain

[brabblesblog]

What if it was Ban’s turn to dog sit scratch at the Crimson Palace? I’m sure Lord Ancunín would LOVE that 😅

Love is made of fur and dander

Alright! First ask I'm answering. This is a nice, rather fluffy AA piece for fun. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

The mutt's here. Here. In his Palace, in his home, tracking mud and fur and soil in its paws and gods know what else -

Astarion bites back the urge to yell at the wretched creature as it runs past where he's perched on his throne to Ban, who's seated on the floor, arms open for the mutt.

He sighs. "My dearest consort - you do realize how much fur this animal sheds, do you not? Do have some mercy on our floors and upholstery, please, and take him outside."

Ban looks up at him from the mess of white fur she's half-buried in, shooting him a small smile. "Oh, come on. It's only for a day, the servants can clean it all up afterwards, and the house will be none the worse for wear!"

He opens his mouth to retort; Ban gives him no chance. "Besides," she adds, "didn't werewolves use to live here? I remember seeing them the day we did the rite."

"They were a fairly recent addition by Cazador," Astarion replies, crossing his legs irritably. "Only summoned once I had escaped. And that doesn't trivialize any of my concerns; if anything it only proves them accurate - did you not see the sheer amount of fur littering the house that day?"

He's not mad, he thinks. Just... piqued. His beloved always has a penchant for loving strays. This dog, the owlbear that he worried would eat them one day, and, well - himself, if he's being honest.

Astarion watches more intently, leaning forward on his throne, watching his wife disappear into white fur yet again. He feels a slight pang of sympathy for the mutt, a creature who was picked up from certain doom by Ban, who's been given a new lease in life, who's been accepted by her, loved by her - and hopelessly loves her in turn.

Choosing to momentarily ignore that rush of affection in his breast the Ascendant stands and approaches the pair. The moment he's close he regrets it; Scratch immediately bounds towards him, standing up on its haunches in an attempt to lick his face. The dog's forepaws land on the cream lapels of his suit and he curses, despairing of what its condition will be.

"Gods! I've half a mind to drink you dry, mutt!" he hisses, only to be met by his wife's incensed glare. Ban calls Scratch back to her, and holds him protectively.

"Astarion," she chides. "He is a dog. He does not know any better."

"Yes, I am fully, painfully, aware of that fact - but look at my suit!" He gestures at the cream soiled by mud, the rest of the suit none too worse for wear other than for a smattering of dander.

She shrugs. "And so are my clothes. We can have it washed. Stop whinging." Ban finally stands, patting her thigh to ask the dog to follow her. "We're heading to the bedroom. I'd very much like to nap, and I missed cuddling Scratch like we used to in camp."

The Vampire Ascendant, the greatest vampire in all the realms, splutters at those words. Their bed. Really? When Ban has always been so precious about the sheets, asking him to remove your shoes, please and don't wear anything other than nightclothes on the bed, my love and yet she'll let Scratch stay there?

"Ban," he manages to grit out, jaw clenched. "The bed. Are you serious?"

"Oh, completely," she says, not even looking back. "You're free to join us, you know."

He watches them go, crossing his arms. No. Under no circumstances is he joining them. Never mind that they used to do that, back in their adventuring days, Ban wrapped in his arms while the dog slept on top of them. Never mind that it was comfortable, even nice - and oh gods, is he actually considering this?

Ban peeks her head out from the mass of white licking her face to see her husband walk in, a sullen look on his face. He's taken his clothes off save his underwear in some ridiculous attempt to save them, she realizes; she can't help the bark of laughter that crosses her at this.

He glowers, then sits at the edge of the bed. "I had nothing better to do, so I'll indulge you this," he grumbles, "but you can never complain about clothes on the bed ever again. Is that a deal?"

She frowns, weighing it; Scratch chooses that moment to bound over to Astarion again. Despite himself he lets his hand run through the dog's fur, the feeling of it sending him back to those days at camp. He absently cards through the white, coarse hairs, smiling a little.

"Fine," Ban finally says. "You can wear whatever you wish to the bed, but -"

"I know," he says, "no footwear of any kind is allowed; I am fully aware. You needn't remind me every single time."

She rolls her eyes. "Well you need reminding, considering how many times you do it."

Another sigh and he finally crawls towards her, grabbing her by the waist and tugging her close. He presses himself against her back, placing kisses down her jaw to her throat. "Can I tempt you into something a little more interesting than a nap, darling?"

She chuckles, and as she does Scratch settles over his usual spot on top of their legs; Astarion groans at the reminder.

"I suppose that's a no," he mumbles, and Ban's bark of laughter is all the confirmation he needs.

He lets out an exaggerated, long suffering sigh, then settles against her. "If only I didn't love you so much, Ban," he whispers right against her ear.

"Ah, don't pretend, Astarion." She turns to place a kiss on his lips, one he returns with eagerness. "We both know you enjoy this too."

He harrumphs, but knows the battle is lost. Not that he minds much, really.

This, after all, is nice.

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[mytavruin]

Title: Sweet morning Dew

Word count: 922

Summary: Just some cute sibling banter.

DU Drow belongs to @meanbossart

Can be read on A03 if you prefer there as well.

Raine had gathered bread, cheese, meat and a waterskin of wine on a small plate. Early morning had brought on the sound of birds and dawn's sweeping mist. The vampires lay in their tents, trancing to avoid the sun’s rays. Yet, she and her bloodkin, a drow with no name, had taken to doing chores for the day. Raine crossed the gentle plains, morning dew soaking the ends of her pants.

Down by the river, her bloodkin was beating several articles of clothing clean. She nearly dropped the plate of food from how ridiculous the drow looked. His brow was furrowed in concentration, in fact he looked even more harrowed now than he did in battle yesterday. Raine trotted over to him, giving her bloodkin a small curtsey.

“I brought breakfast.”

He grunted an affirmative, but went back to beating the blood from the shirt. Each slap against the rocks sent droplets everywhere.

“Here, let me help.” Raine took the shirt while handing off the plate of food to the drow. He looked pensive at the food before taking the wine skin and drinking that.

Always like a man to drink first instead of eat, she mused. The cantrip was an easy one and the words so familiar they may as be a lullaby. In an instant the shirt was clean, dry and even smelled better.

“Is this Astarion’s?”

“Yes.”

“How sweet of you to take care of his clothes.”

“Thank you,” he took the shirt and gave back the plate of food, without the wine. “Can you fix the hole here?”

“Sadly, no. That's mending and I never got that far to learn that one.”

The drow grunted once more, before folding the shirt neatly and handing Raine a pair of soaked pants. She sighed, before casting prestidigitation once again, leaning the black leather pants clean and with a bit more shine to them.

“Thank you, sis—bloodkin.”

The mistake didn't go unnoticed to Raine's ears. She let the comment slide off her as she saw the Drow’s downcast eyes.

“Don't worry about it.” Raine took a bite of the breakfast she had made for the drow, seeing as he wasn't going to eat it. The elf sat down on the rocky shoreline as the Drow took out another shirt and began cleaning.

“You really need to pick up some soap. Hells, even salt will help you better.”

“I prefer this way.”

“Do you prefer it or is it the only way you know?” The statement got a cold dead stare, his golden eyes illuminated by the rising sun. He didn't answer, he simply went back to scrubbing the blood in the cold River water removing as many of the stains he could.

“Can I give you a name?”

“I don't need a name.”

“Well, I have to call you something, drow is getting old and we have two of you and it feels a tad…racist. Well, a lot racist.”

“I don't care. Elf.”

“Rude.” She tossed a piece of cheese at his head and it struck true, hitting him directly on his crown.

“Don’t your mother tell you not to waste food.”

“No, she died.”

“You killed her?”

“In the kitchen with a knife.” Raine grinned.

They both burst into laughter, a dark sense of humor only children of Bhaal could have.

“How about, Nolanim’aer?”

“No.”

“Yazyl’aghar?”

“No. I told you I don't need a name.”

“You're no fun.”

“How did you know such names?”

“I lived in Menozoberranzan for a long time. Honestly, I am probably more drow than you.” She paused, pressing her hand to her chin, “Durvayas?”

“No! You will drive me mad.” The drow tossed a wet shirt at Raine, who quickly cast prestidigitation, instantly drying the shirt and cleaning, removing the stains that were still left on the faded blue fabric. “Oh, how about elvish names? Nuvian?”

Groaning, the drow took the last piece of clothing he had and tossed it at the elf. The trousers were not wet, but dirty. She let the fabric hit her in the face, thinking it harmless, but Raine got a huge whiff of how absolutely funky the drow could be.

“Hells below, you are rancid!”

The drow laughed, and stepped from the river.

“I don't need a name bloodkin. Please drop it.”

A taunt pout formed on Raine’s lips, “Fine, oh nameless one.” She rolled her eyes.

“How old are you that you can act so childish?”

“75 more or less. I don't recall the early years, but that's what the clerics thought.”

“You are far too old to be acting as you do.”

“And you are far too young to be so uptight.”

The drow picked up the clean clothing and marched back to camp as Raine walked along beside him holding his still dirty trousers with one hand and pinching her nose.

“Woman, clean them already.” The drow barked.

“Will you let me give you a name?” They weren't even halfway to camp when she started back on the subject.

“If you will stop prattling on about it.”

“Dew.”

He paused. The name wasn't elvish or undercommon as he’d expected. Raine smirked, “Uh oh, you didn't say no. Does that mean you like it?”

“I hate it.”

“But you didn't say no.”

“I will let you call me that only if you clean my trousers. And only for one day.”

Raine beamed. She tossed the trousers into the air and they came back down, free of stains and brighter in color than before.

“There you go, Dew.”

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[maverick-werewolf]

Werewolf Fact #72 - Returning to Human Form

Time for Werewolf Fact #72! Wow, that's a lot. And that's not counting all the books and articles and ask responses and other things I've done over the years. It's been a fun ride.

But for now, let's turn our attention to something a patron pointed out I've never actually discussed... what makes a werewolf return to human form?

I'll be honest: popular culture has taken much more of an interest in laying out the details about returning to the human form than did folklore, overall. In folklore, the act of changing to and from was certainly the centerpiece of the horror, but popular culture and its emphasis on werewolf characters led into a deeper evaluation of such an experience. Folklore also generally discussed the transformation into a monster much more than out of it, at least in more laborious and horrific detail (see Lykaon, Niceros, etc).

We see painful transformations to the werewolf form in folklore quite a bit, as I've discussed before. In fact, the prime example is one of the earliest surviving recorded werewolf legends. And yet even turning into the bestial form was occasionally painless in folklore, involving donning a magic skin or performing a simple ritual to suddenly become a wolf. As for the werewolf returning to the human form, as far as folklore is concerned, that often seems almost or entirely effortless.

Obviously, in popular culture, it's much more common to have the dramatic to or from in either form. I'm personally a big fan of this, as you'd know if you've read any of my fiction (be sure to check that out at my website!), but if you really want to get down and dirty with werewolves being true to folklore, frankly it is overall common for neither transformation to be painful. And certainly it is even less common for the return to human form to be a particularly traumatic or jarring event. That doesn't make for a super dramatic story, though, so we see - especially in past werewolf stories, ones that emphasized horror more - the traumatic tos and froms.

With that out of the way, here are some methods of returning to the human form in folklore...

End of certain timeframe - The most common of triggers to return to the human form, many werewolves will reassume the human form after a certain amount of time has passed. For instance, werewolves in Greek myths like those of Arcadia could return to their human form after seven or ten years, if they hadn't devoured any human flesh. Likewise, other werewolves would return after a certain number of days or even weeks had passed, with or without other circumstances.

At will - There are cases of the werewolf returning to human form at will throughout folklore, or else it is unspecified if there are any other required circumstances or acts.

Removing the magic skin/item - This can vary from being difficult (such as with Sigmund and Sinfjotli) to being as easy as "peeling back the wolf skin," such as in the tale of the werewolves of Ossory. There are many other examples as well, with varying degrees of difficulty or triggers.

Using a salve - In some stories, a salve is rubbed on the body to reassume the human form. This is also the case with assuming the wolf form. This is more common in the Renaissance/Early Modern period, overall, often with Satanic werewolf or even witches-rebranded-as-werewolves-by-modern-scholars, though there are a few cases otherwise.

Putting on your clothes again - In some stories, a werewolf who sheds his clothes turns into the wolf form, and in order to don the human form once more, he must return to his clothing. Sometimes, the clothes turn to stone in the meantime, until he returns to put them back on. Or, such as with Bisclavret, the clothes may be hidden, trapping the werewolf in bestial form.

Curse removal - In some stories, whoever cursed the werewolf must lift the curse in order to return the werewolf to human form. This is the case in tales wherein the werewolf doesn't go back and forth at all but is someone cursed to become a wolf and stay that way until said curse is lifted, less like a traditional werewolf.

Daybreak - Some werewolves returned to the human form at daybreak. While this didn't appear in stories directly very often, it is mentioned in assorted sourcebooks, such as Baring-Gould and Summers discussing werewolves and how "the desire comes upon them at night." It can also be speculated based on events in stories, such as Niceros's Tale, but the circumstances there were never explicitly stated. So this one may be slightly more questionable than the others if you want direct story sources, but I'd say there are plenty of sources around enough to justify it being on this list.

I am not including those funky ones you see all across the internet that weirdos bandy about in their clickbait list articles, like "tossing iron over the werewolf's head" or whatever, because I need a lot more cross-referenced actual examples of those to include them in a list such as this, as opposed to unfounded Google results that D&D players then like to grab and turn into le silleh memes.

Note that this list, as always, doesn't cover every single possibility seen in folklore. I'm not even going to pretend I'm trying to do that here. That will be in the future Werewolf Facts book that I'm publishing in a few years (yes, I am working on that).

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[tearskillstardust]

❝MY LETTER TO YOU, MY DARLING❞

001. 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎—find me when your lamp burns out.

📬 there's a letter for you in your mailbox!

My love,

Certainly, with how prepared you already were before leaving, it would not make too much sense to trouble you with incessant questions. Yet bear with me for a moment—did you reach safely? I hope neither the Knights, nor the Millelith bunked their duties. I would not worry more—Ganyu is a more than reliable friend, yet if anything worries you, you always know to contact me.

Jean mentioned that perhaps you had misplaced your old ID card and found it lying behind one of the cupboards during the monthly cleaning. I would not say that it's particularly bad, but your picture in this particular ID is rather an odd one, considering how many prettier ones you have. Drawing on this conclusion I couldn't help but wonder—did you perhaps purposely drop it behind? You don't often go to the library, perhaps that's why I wonder, but I must admit.

You are quite the clever one.

And ethereal, too.

Remember that painting I had made, drawing inspiration from when you were picking dandelions in the field? Recently, Duke Diluc had dropped by regarding some investigation work in Dragonspine and while I did not intend at all to show my masterpiece to anyone at all, you know how the Duke is. Always curious about the very things people wish to hide. So, of course, I had to remove the cloth and show him what lay behind it—and such was his obsession with the painting that he did not leave until he managed to negotiate with me a fair deal for an exchange of the canvas.

Don't worry, I won't give that to him, I'll just make another one and edit out more personal details of yours. You're only mine to see, after all.

Regardless, everything else is going good. Klee has been getting restless already, and believes that it is utmost unfairness to a child so patient and loving as her to be mistreated so. She would rather that you come back as soon as possible and would also like to add in a note here—

'Miss Y/n,

Dodoco and I miss you a lot. When will you come back? Albedo doesn't play with us and he's not as fun as you are. He cracks a lot of jokes, but I can never understand a single one of them, only Kaeya can and whenever they are with me together, they end uptalking in themselves. I really miss going to Windrise with you. Do you miss me too?

Please come back quickly. I'll protect you along the way if you'd like me too, as well. Please tell me accordingly.

Thank you miss.

Klee.'

Nevermind the fact that I've been quite unable to pay too much attention to Klee recently, I've been extremely busy regarding the designing work of the new bridge the Knights of Favonius are working to install. It'll be a grand project—I simply do not wish to toy with my work, is all.

Nonetheless, I've really ran out of things to say. We'll maintain correspondence, so naturally, the letters will be short and shorter. I would only expect that you would not mind. Everyone else is doing well too, and Mondstadt has yet to see any troubles. Fret not, your house is in excellent condition as well, all thanks to yours truly. I would not force you to hurry, but make sure you do not overexert yourself. Take appropriate rest, and enjoy yourself in Liyue, it is a sight to behold, after all.

Your ever,

Albedo.

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[honey-tongued-devil]

↞[arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain↠

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika] with s/o wet due to rain (and a bit sad)

I know you missed me <3 I’ve almost finished the exams of this session, so I can write more! I’ve seen some authors join challenges where they write one scenario a day and I’d like to do something similar, in case you have prompt you can dm it to me!

(While I was writing it took a particular meaning, so I specify that in some points is the reader is a little sad/ melancholy)

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

The rain doesn’t bother Jayce too much, at least when he’s the one getting soak to the bone.

But when you knock on the door of his dorm room, he casts his eyes in disbelief.

He pulls you into the room quickly, raising the temperature of the thermostat.

makes you sit and offers something warm as he goes to prepare the bath, putting clean towels and his clothes on hand.

If they’re too wide, it’s not a problem, he’ll just look away and shrug, his ears flushing. Clearly, his neurons stopped working on that view.

When you come back from the bathroom you find him busy preparing the bed by putting extra pillows and plaids.

will make you find food, no matter if it is junk food or vegetable broth arranged in that little time, the important thing is that you completely recover

"I thought if you’ve been out in the rain so long it’s because something didn’t go right and... uhm..."

obviously worried, but he won’t force you to talk about it. If you’ve actually just caught the downpour, he’ll give you a lecture about bringing always an umbrella and how health is important

If you actually have something upsetting you, he will just caress the back of your neck

will hold you close if you do not want to talk about it, so that you feel that you are not alone.

【Viktor】

You probably don’t even have to reach him. 

Both in the courtyard of the academy soaked to the bone, hair stuck to the face.

on the one hand you are two idiots, on the other the feeling of loneliness, the smell of petrichor, the rain that seems to wash away the problems relaxes you

You go back to the dorm together, arm in arm because of the slippery ground

I can’t really tell what’s the reason, but taken by an unjustified euphoria, mixed with the fact that no one sees you, you would even sing off-key some notes of "Loverboy" to Viktor, who would barely hold a giggle.

It is said that not all evils come to harm, and showering together is proof of this.

It doesn’t have to result in something more, it’s a simple way to replicate the feeling of raindrops on the skin without getting sick.

You enjoy a bit the feeling, a bit the intimacy that is created by gently passing your fingers in each other’s hair.

After the ritual shower you are together wrapped in blankets, talking about more and less with your eyes closed: the exams, the hextech, some embarrassing scene of Jayce happened in the day, up to fall asleep in that position

lulled by the sound of the storm, muffled by the closed glass

【Ekko】

He doesn’t love the rain, but in his defense it is both an obstacle when you move with the hoverboard, both the rain of zaun is so acidic to be almost corrosive.

The first instinct to see you come back to the firelights soaking wet would be to scold you: he is worried, he didn’t see you return to base, he had feared the worst.

Once he gets past the initial reaction, he’ll make fun of you. Look at you, you look like a drowned rat.

he would bring you a warm clothes change and approach you, rubbing the back of your head with a towel partly to remove water from your hair, partly to get a smile out of you.

a quick check to see if you got hurt, ready to medicate you in case, before getting told in detail what you were doing out there, if you saw or did something and how it went.

He would not be too apprehensive, the rain is annoying but it is the least.

But he’s empathetic enough to know if you’ve been taken aback by the sudden rain or if you needed to be alone with yourself.

"Ya know… if something goes wrong you can tell me ‘bout it, if not as a partner at least as a member of this community. We solve problems together. There is no "stupid" or "not serious" problem, if something hurts you"

He’s not one to talk too sentimental, but in these cases he prefers to put aside his character and remind you that you’re not alone

and that if you do not have an umbrella you can stand in two under the same

【Silco】

When you enter his office dripping wet, he looks up from the documents only to raise his brows, before looking back at the pieces of paper, waiting for an explanation.

He is not indifferent to the fact that you are shaking like a leaf, but in his gaze it’s implied a scolding: you should have repaired yourself or should not have gone out at all.

If you don’t feel like explaining yourself, Silco’d just sigh and put the documents in a desk drawer, getting up to go get a plaid hot enough to make you stop shaking.

But he doesn’t wrap you in it or give it to you directly, he walks instead to return sitting on his throne

He places the blanket in such a way that he wrap you when you go to sit on his lap, holding you. It is about respecting the spaces, if you want physical comfort you can hide in his arms, otherwise you can only take the blanket.

Plus, you can take your time.

he would turn on the gramophone, letting the low volume music fill the room.

He doesn’t talk, you already know everything you need to know. He gently runs his fingers through your wet hair until you fall asleep, wrapping you up better.

"Sometimes it’s good for us to carve out a corner of the world for ourselves, to be alone with our thoughts. But don’t overdo it, health is a precious gift." 

his lips whisper these words softly against your temple.

He does not mind the rain, the noise relaxes him, so would take advantage of it to stay for a while in intimacy tight in that position, lulled by the notes that fill the air and by the drops of water on the green window

【Marcus】

He wouldn’t really know how to act, he wouldn’t spontaneously do anything other than ask you explicitly if everything’s okay and what he can do.

He’s a simple man: if you tell him to get the tub ready, he does. If you tell him to make a seat for you at the table, he is already in the kitchen.

he’s not stupid, he just doesn’t know what you feel do to and what you don’t, so he shows his concern in helping you the exact way you need help.

If he has already eaten, he will still sit at the table with you, perhaps peeling a fruit while you are busy eating a hot meal.

And he is going to tell you about his day, about the child, about how the Kirammans are giving him white hair.

"You know Marcus, they kinda suit you well. White hair I mean"

He looks up at you before spreading his lips in an idiot smile that never fails to put you in a good mood

"Then I’ll be working overtime for that family. Double shift tomorrow, definitely."

Maybe he doesn’t have loud reactions or exaggerations, but that normality that permeates the room when you’re alone with him makes you feel safe.

When you start eating the fruit, he stands up and disappears into the bedroom.

You are going to find extra pillows and candles, just to create a small corner for you two

【Vander】

The sigh that comes out of his lips is worth more than a hundred words.

He makes you sit at the counter and prepares you a hot drink, something to warm you up with before he crosses his arms.

"So? You don’t have to tell me anything?" can be a little intimidating, but you know he’s just worried. You imagine that he waited for you with anxiety, that he is worried about you and how you feel.

He knows you’re grown and independent, but he still feels responsible for everything that happens in the lanes, and you also know for sure he was ready to blame himself if anything happened to you.

In case it was just a shower, a second sigh would follow, this time to lighten the chest.

he smiles at you tired but full of love. "One day you’ll scare me to death like this"

If you want to talk instead Vander is a great listener, would remain silent and would take some time to answer you, so that he actually looks for a solution or an adequate answer and not just being polite.

very apprehensive, he is the father of four children after all. Once he’s done cleaning the inn, he’ll carry you in his room, cuddling and covering you in attention.

Being in bed together, covered, while he hugs you from behind is the closest thing you can get to heaven

【Singed】

He wouldn’t be too worried, but you can’t blame him, he’s used to things worse than two drops of water.

He’d look up at you, moving his gaze away from his bakers and test tubes to make sure everything is okay, making room for you next to him.

"Something wrong?" the voice is hoarse and low, almost relaxing in its uniqueness.

he puts his vest on your back to cover you as much as possible to warm you up a bit and take off with his thumb a few drops of rain caught between your eyelashes

You know he’s working and he’s busy, and that attention he gives you while his hands are extracting the drug is enough to make you smile.

From time to time he caresses your cheek, while your head rests leaning against the work surface, with the back of his hand, as if to tell you that he is not ignoring you.

You take the opportunity to close your eyes and rest a bit, trying to focus on the noise of glass and the metal that gently clinks.

"Will you tell me about it?" 

After a while he stops and looks at you, devoting all his attention to you. 

He’s not a talkative man, but he’s a man of science. And when he puts everything on the table, leaning his back against the wall to be able to look at you better you know that he is expressing how important you are.

【Jinx】

perplexed, but amused

"awww, did you go for a walk in the rain?"

It is not a problem if you make the floor wet, but she gives you a signal to not to approach the stationary shovels that act as a bridge to avoid unpleasant accidents.

A lot of questions about why you were out, what the rain was like today, what it tasted like.

She feels enthusiastic even though her fingers are busy tightening bolts and attaching cables.

When you crouch on the sofa next to the creepy dummy, she turns to look at you, you can’t tell the expression, but she throws the device into the void, letting it explode as she approaches.

She doesn’t ask questions, she’s the first one who doesn’t know how to express what’s going on. Jinx just bends over so her face is lower than you, hands on her knees, and tilts her head as she looks into your eyes.

And she is so tender in that moment that you wish you could take a picture of it.

She takes old clothes or rags and sits on your lap, wiping your hair with a playful act, similar to what her sister did with her when they came back from a mission drenched to the bone.

You can’t help but smile as you see her concentrated expression, her incisors exposed by her lips and her tongue between her teeth

She is not good at words, her comfort is physical contact. She would remain embraced by you playing carelessly with your clothes

【Vi】

If it’s her standing in the rain, there’s no problem. She also enjoys the feeling of the rain on her skin as if it could wash away all the guilt she has taken.

But the moment you’re soaking wet, the situation changes.

Vi takes off her leather jacket to put it on your head while you run for shelter, and j

keeps an eye on you, ready to support you if you lose your balance because of the wet roads.

found a shelter keeps you to herself, makes you lean with the head on her shoulder and carelessly stokes your waist

from time to time she takes your hands between of hers and blows on them to warm them up, waiting for the rain to diminish before going home.

holds you closer to herself when she hears thunder or the light of lightning fills the shelter, an instinct that has not lost and probably will never lose.

Once you’re home, she’ll make you undress immediately to wash your clothes, no matter how much you try to reassure her that you’re okay or that you don’t need to, she’ll just give you a scolding look before continuing.

She’s a hundred percent quiet type to cuddle in bed while the storm is raging outside. 

If you’re afraid she holds you, falling asleep holding your hand

【Sevika】

She is the first to come home always wet or dirty, so she probably wouldn’t even notice

but as soon as he sees the clothes sticking to your skin she frowns perplexed 

"Did you want to take a shower?"

She throws you a towel or something with which you can take the damp off you while she carries an ashtray, two glasses and a bottle of liquor on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She comes from an environment where you cannot be weak in any way, and everything that is not about something concrete is out of her reach

Sevika sits down and makes room for you on the sofa.

If you’ve just been caught unprepared by the bad weather you drink and talk about more and less, while a hand on your thigh rubs it loosely.

But if something bothers you, she won’t force you to talk about it. Silence isn’t awkward, it’s just an intimate way of communicating.

And if the alcohol makes you want to tell her what’s wrong she will listen to you in religious silence staring at the amber liquid in the glass; she does not touch neither cigarettes nor liquor until you are finished

bonus: if you tell her that someone has wronged you, don’t worry that the rain will not stop her from getting up immediately to go and... “talk to them”.

【Mel】

As soon as you show up wet as a drowned rat, she call off the servants, telling them to prepare a hot bath, dinner and the bedroom.

You see her thinning her eyes and crossing her arms to her chest, looking like she’s waiting for an explanation.

It’s not as hard as it may seem, in her work she learned that you have to first assess the situation well and then act accordingly, 

for this reason she wants to understand if it was just carelessness (and turn a homicidal look that will make you burst out laughing because you know that she behaves like this because she loves you)

or if there was a problem.

You see her play imperceptibly with her ring, she knows she can always be little present and the fear of making you feel neglected or not enough consumes her, but she cannot show it or say it explicitly.

It must be said that he is not a person who accepts not receiving answers, if Mel understands that you do not want to talk about what happened she softens the tone approaching, a hand on your cheek precedes her lips, her warm breath on your skin.

She’d find a way to get you to talk, more than out of curiosity because she needs to know if it’s a problem she can solve it.

she would feel guilty anyway, because she did not notice before the fact that you were having troubles, regardless of whether the problem concerns her or not

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