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sttoru · 7 months

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♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊.

⟣ sypnosis. kento has been extremely busy lately, going on business trips and so forth. he decides to surprise you by coming back earlier than expected. that’s how you end up finding your lover on top of you, showering you in his affection at 3 in the morning.

⟣ tags. nanami kento x female reader. fluff, bit of angst, suggestive towards the end. reader gets called 'sweetheart, angel, dear' wc: 1.8k

⟣ note. okayokay finally an adition to my event heheh ive almost forgotten about it but then i saw this prompt & was like . ok nanami , i must write this rnnn no delaying anymore so here i am :3 its also very bad. i hate it sm LOL i hope u at least like it t_t

kento often asks himself why he had returned to the world he despised — the jujutsu society; his old high school. the sprawling curses everywhere are the main cause of his current misery.

he had been sent out on missions left and right, not catching a break in hopes of reducing any more civilian causalities than necessary. kento had even thought that maybe his previous 9-5 job wasn’t as bad as he had considered it.

overtime was every day for the sorcerer now. that wasn’t the worst thing - no - the fact that he was pratically living a long distant relationship with his beloved irritated him most.

a thought he had in his high school days reoccured in a moment of distress: ‘why not leave all those missions to gojo?’

you were still pretty understanding of his situation. kento appreciated that, though the guilt still ate away at him whenever he tried to sleep. an empty bed welcomed him each time he re-entered his hotel room — you saw the exact same scenery when returning home to your shared apartment.

both of you were adults; both knowing that life was unfair. the two of you being unable to see each other from time to time was a part of your life. kento and you still maintained a healthy relationship. that was all that really mattered in the end.

11:49PM. . . tonight wasn’t unlike any other night; you were preparing yourself to go to bed—changing into your pyjamas after showering, snuggling to a pillow under the covers and texting your lover one last message.

‘good luck on your mission as always! stay safe, i love you.’

you stare at your phone screen for a minute longer than intended. even if you tried to be mature about it — you longed for kento’s warmth and undivided attention. you want him with you, his strong arms holding you to his chest as you rest, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

you sigh defeatedly and put your phone down on your nightstand. just two days until you could see your partner again. you can hold onto that hope to keep you calm.

despite you trying to stay positive, you tossed and turned in your bed as you thought about kento’s safety. there was always a chance of him not coming home to you — always the possibility of that bed to be empty for the rest of your life.

all you could do was pray for his safety in your head whilst your eyes eventually closed from fatigue, your mind drifting off to a deep slumber.

03:14AM. . . kento opens the door he had wished to have opened way earlier. the door that lead to the place where his heart lays; the person who claimed his heart and soul for eternity. you.

he didn’t think he’d actually do it. kento had originally planned to finish his last job as soon as possible and then get home afterwards, but there seemed to be a change in routine.

the special grade sorcerer simply assigned the mission to ino — the person whom he could trust most to finish the job in one piece. as much as kento dislikes to put his juniors in possible risky situations, there are also situations where it’s fine to depend on them. besides, the mission could easily be done by a grade one sorcerer.

kento sighs. the familiar scent of your home was one he could recognise from miles away. one that could calm his nerves instantly. it was that same distinctive scent you carry; thus why your lover sometimes calls you his home.

‘i can’t wait to be home’ ‘i want to be home’ ‘i’m going home’ — all these sentences, which kento has uttered before in earlier conversations, weren’t referring to a place. rather to a person he held dear.

“oh, my sweetheart.” the blonde man whispers under his breath as his eyes catch the shape of your figure under the blankets. he quietly enters the master bedroom and closes the door behind him, not making a sound as to not interrupt your well-deserved sleep.

kento slowly undoes his dotted tie, along with the upper buttons of his blouse. he probably needs to go take a good shower before he could settle down with you — but that’d risk waking you up.

you look extremely angelic in his eyes. especially with your left cheek squished by the soft pillow your head rests on. you never once fail to convince him that you are indeed the woman of his dreams; the woman kento ever had and will have eyes for. it’s like you get more attractive to him as the days go on.

“mh,” your sudden and soft groan makes him realise just how disturbing his behaviour could be interpreted as. kento’s body was hovering over your sleeping one and he was just. . . staring at you with a soft smile. a smile which he didn’t even notice had permanently found its place on his weary face.

kento sits down on the edge of the mattress, callused hand gently tucking you in properly, putting the blanket over your shoulders to make sure you didn’t get cold. he can’t rest if you’re not comfortable— even if he himself was exhausted to the point his eyes were starting to feel heavy.

yet that exhaustion doesn’t last long. it never does when kento’s able to see you again after a tiring week of countless missions and other jobs. your presence alone grants him the energy to stay awake and take care of you. and himself. you’re the reason he keeps it going.

“i love you so much, my beautiful girl — my angel.”

kento sure was a romantic. even when you’re unaware and asleep.

he couldn’t help it; the feeling stirring inside of him. the feeling of adoration and love for you. you are simply resting, yet kento felt an urge to kiss you all over, show you the unending love he has for you. but. . that’d probably be disturbing your peace. you are sleeping after all. he

not that that would stop kento.

your eyes flutter open due to a sudden presence hovering over you. your entire face and neck area was feeling ticklish, like someone was placing tens of kisses all over the skin.

strands of blonde hair is the first thing showing up in your blurry vision. kento’s face follows afterwards as his head tilts back up, the warmth against your jawline disappearing along with it —

“ah, i’m sorry.” a low and almost guilty chuckle tumbles out of his sore throat. the visible confusion on your face makes him let out another, “shh, shh, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

your arms flew around kento’s torso the second the realisation dawns upon you. your heart went from a slow pace to one that caused your entire body to warm up immediately; the adorable reaction and increase in heart rate not going unnoticed by your lover.

you wordlessly hug him — almost still in shock by the sudden appearance. kento doesn’t fight off your tight embrace, instead, welcomes it with open arms. the delicate kisses on your skin continue, each being placed with precision whilst one of his hands keeps your head tilted a little — rough fingers being a contrast of the gentle grip they had on your jaw.

“i missed you lots,” kento murmurs, eyes closed as he basks in the warmth of your body, his lips refusing to let go of your neck, “i couldn’t wait anymore. i couldn’t be separated from you any longer or i’d lose it.”

his gruff voice sounded even deeper than it usually would. maybe due to the overuse of it during his missions. the lone thought makes you pout — the thought of kento working super hard just to provide for you both.

“i missed you more, love.” you mumble, bottom lip trembling a little as kento’s hug triggers a whole lot of emotions in you. his hugs were special, his muscular arms giving you a sense of comfort you couldn’t find anywhere. no one could hug you like he did, “you did well. you did so well.”

those were all the words kento needed. his lips come to halt right above your collarbone, his breath a bit heavy from how much he's holding himself back from doing more. one hand moves from your cheek to your waist, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.

“thank you, dear.” kento says. his words carrying a load of unending affection. your simple words of appreciation and encouragement makes him shiver in delight. this is what he longed for; this is what he did it all for.

it was clear. the answer to his question - of why he had returned to the jujutsu world, to become a teacher at his former high school - it was all for you. to be able to be with you, see you and hold you like this. to have someone like you appreciate all of his efforts.

“may i?” kento asks through a quiet whisper as he gently removes the blanket covering your figure, his eyes darting down towards your cleavage. he's asking for permission to cross that barrier — to cover you in the love you deserve.

you just stare at the blonde man above you for a second. you watch as he climbs onto the bed with you; the bed which was once empty and dull, now suddenly becoming your favourite place to be at. your fingertips graze against kento's sharp cheekbones. a habit you always did when you were appreciating his looks.

“go right ahead.” you answer with a confirming nod.

both of you were touch starved and had been deprived from each other's embrace for way too long. now was the perfect time to make up for all the time lost.

kento wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him. he smiles at you, a gentle and handsome smile, whilst a few of his blonde locks fall over his left eye — his hands already prying away the blanket covering your shape. it was time to show you just how much he has longed for you.

“hold on to me, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you realise just how much i’ve missed all of you.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #nanami x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #jjk fic #jjk fanfic

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jyoongim · 23 days

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The wheel gave me the color 🟣 and the other I got ➡️Prompt 4: Spicy Actions. I would like number 23 on that list but with Angel Dust if you can, idk why but I can see him doing this

Prompt 4, #23 usual smut: Angel Dust x reader

”Aaaaaannndddd CUT! Ok sluts that’s it for tonight” Val shouted and you panted, sitting up on the bed, wincing slightly.

The shoot wasn’t too bad for once, but it was the usual.

”Good work tonight Chica, now rest up” Val grabbed your chin, lowering down to your height, a puff of smoke blown into your face “I want you ready for tomorrow”

You nodded and made your way upstairs to your room.

You sighed and made your way to your bathroom.

A hot shower always made you feel better.

You wrapped your hair in a towel, throwing on your robe, and went to sit at your vanity.

You were one of Val’s top girls. You sold your soul for a chance at fame.

You got it, but it left you drained.

You were gorgeous, a face that covered magazines and money flowed when you were starring in pornos.

You had sex to live and nothing more, but more often than not you found yourself wanting to feel loved for once, without the lust.

A knock at your door gained your attention, turning you smile when you see the tall figure.

Angel.

He had a bouquet of flowers and what looked like takeout.

Your heart melted at the spider. You and Angel had been dating for a while, having met when Valentino had the two of you do a modeling gig.

”Thought you might need some lovin after a rough night” he said setting the food and flowers down.

You stood and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling into him

”youre the best Antony”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you “tch look who ya talking about toots”

The two of you cuddled on your bed as you watched a movie, slurping noodles.

”And I thought Val’s scripts were bad. How the hell you watching this stuff?” He asked when the characters began to have sex.

You shrugged “Its cute! Its nice to get lost in a world where someone loves you with their whole being. AND THE SEX IS NATURAL AND ACTUALLY GOOD” you groaned, dramatically flopping back on your pillows.

Angel rolled on top of you, a cute pout on his lip “what? I dont do it for ya? I think I do good loving on ya and spoiling ya” You giggled and pressed your lips against his “hehehe yes yes you adore me and I love every minute of it babe”

He laid down on you, eyes on the movie.

”bet I can eat you out better than that” he commented. You hummed, hands tangling in his hair, scratching subconsciously.

Angel pressed his lips against your belly, scurrying down the bed to be between your legs. Soft lips caressing the red marks on your skin, before you felt one set of arms wrap around your waist.

It always made you nervous when you and Angel were intimate. You didn’t know why, maybe you thought he would find you repulsive because of the acts you often had to perform.

He nuzzled his cheek against your inner thigh, making you look down at him and you felt your cunt quiver seeing him staring up at you with nothing but adoration.

Your hips rolled when he grazed a finger against your clit, a soft gasp leaving your lips “Angel”

He pressed a soft kiss to your clit, eyes never leaving yours

“Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked.

You wanted to shove your cunt into his face, roll your hips against him as he devoured you, but your heart warmed when he asked.

In this industry, no one asked for anything they just took it.

Your lip wobbled ”y-yea its okay”

He shot you a wink before his tongue licked a strip up your slit, lips wrapping around your clit.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #jyoongim #hazbin hotel fanfiction #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel anthony #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #writing prompt #alastor prompt game

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 3 months

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this is all your fault @sunsetcougar

in a world where vaggie gets adopted by the little cannibal kid she saved, and then by Rosie, and slips out of cannibal town each night for food that isn't too humane for her tastes-

imagine this version of chaggie meeting at a takeout window in hell

one long, awkward moment of trying not to look at each other...

Charlie: “So! You-"

Vaggie: "Hey."

Charlie: "-hello! Oh sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off-"

Vaggie: "No that was me. You're fine. (why is she in a SUIT) Go on."

Charlie: "Ok. What, uh- (panics in oh no she’s cute and talking to me) (remembers she’s staying in cannibal town) (OH PERFECT A CONVERSATION STARTER!!) -what kind of people do you like?”

Vaggie: “...pardon?”

Charlie: “Oh it's just, I've seen you around and, is that why you’re out on the town a lot? Shopping um, around? (for people to eat)”

Vaggie: “Not really? I’m kinda still.. torn up over my last big life commitment, (literally) so I’m exactly not looking to date anyone right off the bat.”

Charlie: “To date- TO DATE- OH! No no no I wasn’t- I meant dinner!”

Vaggie: “With you?”

Charlie: “IN GENERAL! People you like, as in, to eat? Because you're with the cannibals and haha dinner with me that would be like, a date and-”

Vaggie: “Yeah I’m not into that.”

Charlie: “(dying)-right.”

Vaggie: “The eating people thing. Not the dinner with a pretty woman thing.”

Charlie: “… (charlie.exe has stopped working)…Ah.”

Vaggie: “Right.”

Charlie: “…but Cannibal town?”

Vaggie: “I just live there. I- Junior Meat lives there and I’m sticking with him.”

Charlie: “And Mr. Meat is your…?”

Vaggie: “Kid? Kinda?”

Charlie: “Oh!”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “That's wonderful! How did you two- sorry no never mind, too much, um. Does he like take out too? Or any non-human snacks?”

Vaggie: “Gummy bears. And dino nugets.

Charlie: "He has very good taste."

Vaggie: "He likes biting the heads off ‘em.”

Charlie: “Aww me too!!! Well, playing with them, not the head biting but. And you?”

Vaggie: “I used to put them into battle formations and march them off to war.”

Charlie: “That’s so cute.”

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "..."

Vaggie: “You meant what snacks do I like, huh.”

Charlie: “Heheh. Um. Yes! Sorry I’m not. Doing the whole 'have normal conversation with a beautiful girl' thing very good am I?”

Vaggie: “I’d give you five stars. And practice makes perfect.”

Charlie: "And would you...? I mean I wouldn't want to practice on someone who didn't-"

Vaggie: "Be your practice partner? Sure. Sounds fun."

Charlie: “…! I- I know all the best places in hell for inhuman food! Or wait no, for food that isn’t made of people! My treat?”

Vaggie: “My pleasure. (automatically does the little curtsy and hand kiss Rosie’s been badgering her to learn) (panics) I uh, here's my order, I gotta... go tuck in Junior Meat. You know where I’m at?”

Charlie: “(dazed) Hannibal Clown…. C-Cannibal Town!”

Vaggie: “Right. Think I already mentioned it.”

Charlie: “Yes and I saw you with them- so I guessed that you- I can pick you up?”

Vaggie: “Maybe an hour later than this, so Junior's in bed and doesn’t freak out.”

Charlie: “Oh. (droops) You think I’d scare him? I wouldn’t pull out my horns or tail out…”

Vaggie: “It's not you. He’s just kinda jumpy after the… he had a rough extermination day, is all.”

Charlie: “Looked like you did too.”

Vaggie: “What.”

Charlie: “You seem much better now! Not that you didn’t look great then, I mean. I'm sure you always look-”

Vaggie: “You saw- what did you see?”

“Charlie: “I was walking by when the cannibals were helping you. And I think I saw Junior Meat too? He was the one holding your hand?”

Vaggie: “Yeah…?”

Charlie: “I’m, really glad you all found each other. Even if it was a rough day.”

Vaggie: “… they ate part of me in greeting.”

Charlie: “Ugh! They ate-? I mean, aww?”

Vaggie: "Not a normal thing even in hell?"

Charlie: "The definition of normal is... fluid and not very... it wasn't your EYE was it?"

Vaggie: "Eh, wasn't using it anymore anyway."

Charlie: "I guess it counts as. Recycling?"

Vaggie: "Heh."

Charlie: "Sorry."

Vaggie: “No, you're okay. You’re also right though. Maybe it was worth one rough day.”

Charlie: “I’m right?”

Vaggie: “And you’re picking me up tomorrow for dinner.”

Charlie: “!!!! YES! I am! I will, be there, for you. Tomorrow.”

Vaggie: “And…”

Charlie: “And?”

Vaggie: “Didn’t catch a name earlier.”

Charlie: “Oh it’s Charlie! Charlie Morningstar but it’s just Charlie!”

Vaggie: “As in princess?”

Charlie: “Just Charlie.”

Vaggie: “Sweet. (FUCK) See you soon, Charlie.”

Charlie: “….okay….”

Charlie:

Charlie: “Oh my ****ing dad what just happened.”

Charlie, two hour later: "I DIDN'T EVEN ASK HER NAME??"

-At Rosie's Emporium (of vaggie's pain)-

Vaggie: "Junior's finally asleep, so not matter what I tell you, please don't scream."

Rosie: "A very intriguing start! I'm already tickled! Do go on."

Vaggie: “You might need to just kill me.”

Rosie: “I couldn’t possibly! You haven’t even eaten your take out yet~”

Vaggie: “Aunt Rosie help me.”

Rosie: “A girl, hmm?”

Vaggie: “A girl?? She was in a SUIT. She was tall and awkward kept playing with her hair and should've had a puppy dog tail wagging behind her. I called her pretty and said I’d give her five stars. Then I invited myself to dinner with her. And she’s a fucking DEMON.”

Rosie: “We all are down here, darling. Present company excepted of course.”

Vaggie: “HELP. ME.”

Rosie: “Let’s start with the basics, yes? The niceties? What’s the name of this lucky girl?”

Vaggie: “Charlie.”

Rosie: "Lovely! And does she have a last name?"

Vaggie: "It's just Charlie."

Rosie: "How charming, I like her already~"

Vaggie: "But her last name's Morningstar. Don't scream."

Rosie: (SPITS TEA)

Vaggie: “I know."

Rosie: "Oh... my."

Vaggie: "I know I know!"

Rosie: "An abandoned angel and the princess of hell?"

Vaggie: "She didn't act like a princess of hell! She was like, princess of cute and wearing her heart on her sleeve! Princess of so kissable I could just reach up and grab her bowtie and-"

Vaggie: "FUCK I'm so fucked.”

Rosie: "Not yet you aren't. Don't worry darling, auntie Rosie will get you there~"

Vaggie: "That's not the kind of help I need!"

Rosie: "Speaking of need- a new outfit, yes, something with sparkle and shine, on par with a suit but not one whit more! With a skirt you can move in too of course."

Vaggie: "I DONT NEED A SKIRT I NEED TO STOP BEING GAY OVER THE PRINCESS OF HELL"

Rosie: "Perhaps flowery parasol to hide your dear little spear in..."

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #chaggie #rosie (hazbin hotel)#vaggie's vegan cannibal au spinoff #silly nonsense i am pouring out of my skull with desperate speed #get me out of this au!#GET ME OUT

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oomisluvr · 9 months

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“We should get married.”

Japan is unusually hot this time of year, the humidity weighing heavy in your lungs. The cicadas sing their love for the warmer weather, celebrating a seemingly endless summer.

You watch the busy intersection from Kiyoomi’s highrise balcony, idly watching the streetlights conduct the flow of traffic.

Green, green, yellow.

Yellow, green, red.

Red, red, red.

You snort, “What makes you say that?”

Kiyoomi takes a long drag from a cigarette, inhaling deeply then releasing the breath in a plume of smoke. It’s a nasty habit he picked up from watching his eldest brother, a habit he rarely lets himself indulge in due to his lifestyle.

He only does it when he’s anxious. Jittery. Nervous. He only does it when he absolutely needs to.

Lots of people think he’s a prude, a killjoy, robotic by nature. Twitter seems to consider him as barely human, but you’ve been around Kiyoomi to know his faults, his shortcomings. You’ve seen enough of him that he doesn’t have to pretend around you.

The first time he slid a cigarette between his lips, you could hardly believe it.

Laid comfortably on expensive sheets, his hair wild from how you had been tugging on it earlier, swiping a lighter off his nightstand and pinching the cig between two fingers. You remember how he grinned at your disbelief, a handsome smile on his face at how he was able to catch you off guard, the smoke pooling above him in a wicked halo.

It’s what people do after a good fuck, isn’t it? He had joked. Consider this a compliment.

You remember feeling special. You remember feeling exactly how you feel right now.

“You make me happy, and I think I make you happy, too.” You watch the smoke dissipate into nothing, remnants swept away by a warm summer breeze. The cicadas grow quiet, muffled by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

You shift your attention from the sky overhead to the spiker. You find he’s already looking at you.

“It just makes sense.” He says.

You falter, “We’re not even dating.”

“Does it matter?” His response comes quickly, “We love each other, don’t we?”

You avert your eyes from his, afraid to fall captive to his piercing stare. His hand finds yours, rubbing smooth circles against your knuckles with a calloused thumb. Kiyoomi brings your hand to his lips, laying a soft kiss to the skin there. You draw a shaky breath, inevitably melting into him when he pulls you into his side, pressing you into him completely.

You’re surrounded by his body heat, the spiker towering over you. You hate how soothing it is. You hate how well your body responds to him, your eyes snapping back to him in an instant.

“I’ll take care of you,” His voice is hypnotic, equal parts captivating and petulant. You hate that you believe him, like always. “We’ll take care of each other. How does that sound?”

Your body betrays you. You feel yourself falling, the walls closing in until–

“Okay.”

Kiyoomi hums, taking another drag of his cigarette, and releasing the smoke into the night air. The carbon burns your eyes, and you cough at the second hand exposure. Kiyoomi’s grip on you tightens and the smoke curls around him, forming that same wicked halo floating against the edges of your memory.

You can hardly remember life before you met Kiyoomi, the memories as tangible as his cigarette smoke. Part of you thinks loving him was inevitable, inescapable. Truly, meant to be.

You don’t care what the other part of you thinks. Or anyone else, for that matter.

You bring your eyes back to the city below you, watching the streetlights flash and flicker and change.

Green, yellow, yellow.

Yellow, red, red.

Red, red, red.

hehehe i wanted to write something romantic but also left a sick feeling in your tummy. is it toxic obsession or is he just a freak in love? up 2 u baby its whatever you want it to be but lmk if this is too creepy!! so i can tag it as nfsw so it can go with my darker content!! ok bye love as always, niko ♡

#sakusa is a fucking CREEP #im always stuck between writing him as an absolute fucking loser or an international playboy #but above all else #sakusa kiyoomi is a freak #sakusa drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi #msby sakusa #haikyuu #msby #haikyuu sakusa #angst #haikyuu angst #sfw

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cambion-companion · 4 months

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First of all, hi! Hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night!

Ok, so, since ficlets requests are open, this is something that has been on my mind for a few days now and it's like Tav/Reader doing horn care to Raphael's horns like polishing them or just appreciating this man's horns because i...i love them (don't know if this makes sense but yeah)

FAM! I have been WANTING to write something like this for so long now, thank you for giving me an excuse hehehe you know how much I love his horns!

Horn Balm a balm for horniness

Raphael x gn!reader

Having a cambion between your thighs was certainly an item never on your bucket list. However, you couldn't complain.

The water, soft and warm as liquid silk, surrounded the both of you. The heat from Raphael's cherry skin soaking nicely into the muscles of your legs as he sat below you, his back turned so you were unable to see his bemused expression.

"Just sit still." You pressed your calves either side of his shoulders and scooted close, thrilling at his proximity. "I had to chase down the merchant for this, especially after describing who it was for."

"Did you now?" Raphael relaxed marginally, leaning back again until you had to maneuver your upper body so as to not get brained by one of his horns. "I do not recall requesting such a delightful service. Horn balm is a far cry from a crown after all., little mouse."

"It's a start." You muttered and squeezed your legs a little vindictively, earning yourself a low chuckle from the cambion. "You could just say thanks." You dipped your fingers into the tin and spread the oily substance between them experimentally.

Raphael's hand rose, dripping water along your leg as he traced a finger lazily up your skin causing you to shiver. "I could, but that would be quite unlike me. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Hmm." You were too busy beginning to tentative work of spreading the balm along the rough edges of his horns. "Stop moving."

Raphael had taken a quick inhale through his nose, the frown evident in his voice now. "What potent smell is that?"

"You're one to speak of potent smells, mister musk."

"I am beyond your reproach, my dear." Raphael moved his head again, causing you to curse as a sharp edge of his horn nicked your thumb.

Hearing your little gasp of pain, Raphael took your wrist and pulled the injured hand over his shoulder to inspect. "A rose would have done greater damage." He kissed the drop of blood off your skin and released you, keeping his head held still this time. "Continue."

"I thought the smell wasn't agreeable." You moved your feet languidly in the warm bathwater, enjoying the teasing banter, returning to your work of massaging the oil into Raphael's horns.

"It isn't. However, your presence here is. For the moment."

That softened you. Your fingers traced every curve and ridge until the slick balm soaked in. His horns proved far more porous than you'd initially thought they'd be.

You had often admired the shape of the cambion's horns, thinking in many ways they resembled a crown. A slight dusting of red pigment covered them, like fine powder left too long upon the otherwise dark surface. Quite like the man himself, his horns were beautiful and alluring yet dangerous to handle as had already been demonstrated.

"Enjoying yourself?" Raphael cut into your silent thought, drawing your attention back to the present.

"It's tolerable." You lied, quite unwilling to tell him the truth of your enjoyment. Though the prickle up your spine intuited he already knew.

Raphael chuckled then reached up to remove your hands from his horns, imperiously signaling for you to be done. "I deem that to be quite enough for the present."

You disentangled yourself and slid into the bathing pool next to him, sighing as the water enveloped you. Raphael conjured a mirror and admired your handiwork for a moment. He raised a brow. "I owe you my thanks." He stretched his arms and wings along the side of the bath, sinking a little lower. "You're so eager to please me. I normally do not allow such gestures of...service." His head tilted a little as those familiar hellfire eyes scanned you. "However, you inspire indulgence in unprecedented ways."

#raphael #bg3 #fanfic #drabble #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael baldur's gate 3 #fluff

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ghostieyanyan · 3 months

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Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

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Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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Okay so: How about giving Wanderer, Pantalone, Dottore and Alhaitham flowers 👀

Pick some flowers for them. What's their reaction? Put them in their hair too. Make them a flower crown!

⎯⎯ ୨ Flowers For You! (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Alhaitham, Dottore, Pantalone & Wanderer x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

THEY'RE INFESTING MY MIND RN,, THEY'RE ALL SKRUNKLIES,, ty for the request this is ... so soft... omg,,, FINALLY NEW BANNER FOR WANDERER BC OF THAT BDAY ART HEHEHE,, ok i might've had brain rotted too hard on pantalone esp bc the song "call out my name" came up from my playlist while writing him..... have a good day/night!! <33 oh! noticed were mutuals,, got an emoji for ur mutual tag ?? hehe,,

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, longer than i anticipated, injuries, made up flowers on wanderer's part

"What are you doing?"

"Decorating!" Was your only reply.

Inside the library that Alhaitham often resides in, with piles of books on his table, legs crossed as he read peacefully, you stood behind him, hands raking through his silky hair.

A while ago, you entered the library with a bright smile on your face, a bunch of flowers gathered in your arms. Alhaitham was pleased with your sudden visit, even if his outward appearance was of annoyance, choosing to 'ignore' your existence instead.

Huffing humorously at his attitude, you greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick peck on the cheek (where he subtly leaned his body to the side to chase your lips for a longer kiss) before placing down the flowers you'd freshly picked from the forest during your forest ranger patrols.

You often brought him flowers after finishing your patrols, always dropping them wherever he was so he'd usually be walking home with a bouquet in his hands. He didn't particularly mind, in fact, he absolutely cherished them, especially when you always put so much thought and effort into them.

Each day you bring a new bouquet, they'd be bundled in different shades of green crepe paper, ribbons, and various designs you could think of, and you do it all by yourself. Even so far refusing opinions from others, pouring all your creativity and adoration for him into each bouquet. You even pick a diverse variation of flowers that would mix and match, then you would list off the meanings of each flower, its anatomy and the role plays in the ecosystem, basically info dumping him.

And each time, Alhaitham would close his book, leaving a bookmark on the page he was reading, and turn his head to you, listening to every word you say and even engaging in a deep conversation with you about biology. In each conversation, each discussion, he learns something new about plants, and he's able to bask in your loving presence, watching your hands fluidly move with your words, noticing the way the corners of your eyes crinkle from the big grin on your face. It's always the tiniest details that warm Alhaitham's heart.

But today was a little different, he supposes. As soon as you got close to where he sat, he took note that you hadn't brought him a bouquet this time, which earned you a raised brow from him. All you responded with was a small mischievous smirk on your lips as you put down the flowers you had gathered that day onto a chair next to him and got behind his back.

Alhaitham hadn't expected you to visit him that day since he had told you he'd be pretty busy, that's why he had a lot more books on his table than usual. And yet here you are, with a plan brewing inside your pretty little head that Alhaitham would just have to let himself fall victim to. It was distracting, sure, but it's you.

So he didn't tell you off and instead allowed you to bury your fingers into his hair, tenderly massaging his scalp and running your hands through his fluffy hair, softly humming a tune near his ear. Soon, you began to put flowers into his hair, playing with his hair and silently giggling behind him.

All the while Alhaitham immersed himself in the books he read, not minding your pestering one bit. As long as you didn't completely distract him from reading, he would let this (and many others things) slide.

From there, you compared Alhaitham to a cat, holding back a snort at the comparison. Whenever you pulled your hands away from his head, he would chase your touch subconsciously, yearning for more. When you still your hands in his hair, he would turn his head to look at you questioningly, an unimpressed glint in his eyes.

And while Alhaitham hasn't spoken a single word after the question he had asked a few moments ago, you could tell that he was enjoying this more than he could let on. His tense muscles had relaxed, leaning back on his chair and, from time to time, you'd catch his eyes flutter close before he'd blink to pull himself out of his sleepiness, he even had a small tugging at the corners of his lips.

He didn't make a move to take out the flowers you had put into his hair once he got up from his seat, returning the books from their respective shelves. Internally chuckling at the image of the blank-faced scribe walking around with flowers littered in his hair, you decided to play nice and reached up to his hair to remove them.

Only for your hands to be swatted away by Alhaitham and receive a halfhearted glare from your dearest lover.

It was quite endearing that Alhaitham did not give a care to anyone who saw him with a head full of flowers, and hair a little messy from all your playing and rubbing, but he ignored their stares, his eyes only focused on you as you walked side by side back to your shared home.

"Hey, Dottie," Hearing your voice from the doorway of his personal office, Dottore paid you no mind and continued to write on his whiteboard with a few other segments behind him. A few segments gave you a brief glance, before returning to the tasks they were assigned with. "Hey Dot, Dottie, Dotdot," You continued annoyingly, listing away all the nicknames you could think of at the top of your head, getting more absurd when you're slowly running out of ideas.

With a sigh, finally popped back the cap of his marker and turned to look at you, only to see you holding a bunch of baskets in your hands and... 2 of his segments holding similar baskets but with flower crowns on their heads. Truly, what a sight to see. You hailed all the way from a couple nations you had to stop by for your mission only to come back and immediately cause some shenanigans inside his laboratory.

Dottore couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips once again as he started walking toward you, eyeing the flower baskets the 3 of you held that were filled to the brim with various flora he was quite familiar with. Letting you put down the baskets on a table, he turned his head to the 2 segments trailing behind your back with a scowl on his face. "You may leave," He orders, before adding. "And take those off."

To his surprise, they hesitated to follow his order, hands froze in midair as if they were contemplating whether to obey or not. Now that greatly irked the Doctor, seeing that 2 of his creations had the gall to not obey right away in front of him, only to be calmed down by you by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Oh c'mon, leave them be. They're just flower crowns, let them have it." You reasoned, gesturing to the 2 segments to move along while Dottore had his attention on you.

With a smirk taking over your features, your hands settled on your hips when you jerked your head in the direction of the baskets you had brought proudly. "Besides, I got you a lot more." Dottore narrowed his eyes at you, dismissing the other segments present inside his office more, taking a few steps closer to you, arms crossed. "What exactly are these?"

You passed a basket to him and he took it, observing the contents of it before widening his eyes slightly, hands now caressing the leaves and petals of the flora you've brought to him. "My recent mission had me running around Teyvat for a bit, so I grabbed everything I could." You explained, eyeing one corner of his office. It had pictures of flora he needed for his experiments, a definitive list of everything he wanted that are plant-based to set a project onward and help with his research. "Be it mythical, illegal, rarest of the rare, or the most expensive, nothing escaped me."

A big, maniacal grin soon blossomed on his face as he further examined the multiple baskets, small giggles emitting from him here and there. Satisfied at his reaction, you proudly crossed your arms and your smirk grew. "My my, whatever is the reason you've become so generous?"

With a mere shrug, you walked behind him, laying your chin on his shoulder as you watched him eagerly sort through the flora you'd given him. "Just wanted to further our research, is all," At that, his movements paused and his grin faltered, head turning to look at you. You blinked at him, before realizing what you'd just said.

"Well, also because I wanted to spoil my dearest partner." You tried to save yourself, though it was the actual truth. Dottore seemed to think your words over, before menacingly smiling at you. "Oh, so they get one of those and not me?" Was he serious? You stared at him incredulously. Well, you guess you couldn't blame him. You mistakenly had told him the gift you had prepared for him was simply for your experiments, not for him.

But you couldn't help it. You let out a small, breathless chuckle before digging your hands inside one of the baskets that held flora that isn't much required for your experiments and began to work for your hands. Dottore watched you while you twisted the stems of each flora, organizing the petals and making them look as pretty as you could, tying them up neatly.

Dottore had pursed his lips as he observed, his expression growing sour when he peeked outside of his office to see a majority of the segments outside had flower crowns on their heads. They all seemed to be containing the joy they had upon receiving a flower crown, while the unlucky ones that doesn't have any were sulking and glaring at the luckier segments.

It seemed to upset Dottore, even more, to see he's one of the unlucky ones, unintentionally beginning to sulk like the rest of them. You had to hold back your laughter when you saw a big frown on his face, eyeing angrily at his segments but you opted to explain yourself to avoid his wrath.

"I thought you'd be satisfied enough with all the stuff I got you, so I didn't make you a flower crown." You said, earning Dottore's attention once more as you kept adding the prettiest flowers you could get your hands on, "I'd imagine you wouldn't want others to see you with such things on you so..." Finalizing the flower crown you made just for him, you turned to face him once more, a sheepish smile on your lips.

"But I suppose I was wrong, making my lover feel jealous." Dottore scowled at your words, opening his mouth to deny it but you just shot him an amused look, presenting him with the flower crown. Compared to the ones you've made for the segments, you put a lot of thought into the flower crown you made for him. It wasn't as messy, considering that you were frequently on the run during your mission whilst you made them.

"I'm sorry my love... Is this enough to earn your forgiveness?" Gently placing the flower crown on his head, pulling back a strand of his hair behind his ear. You then gave him your best puppy eyes on him, knowing full well that it wouldn't work on him. Despite this face, you still liked doing it, putting your hands on his chest.

Dottore didn't speak, only cupping your cheek with his gloved hand. He didn't like the fact that he has a flower crown on his head, but he suppose that he could tolerate it just for you since you made it for him after all. Since it was an act of seeking forgiveness.

How thoughtful of his lover. To bring him so many important materials for his research and make him a flower crown. And you easily got the message that he had forgiven you when he pressed a small, fleeting kiss on your forehead.

The Regrator has it all. He is rich, very rich, so of course, he does. So you can't help but feel a tad insecure whenever you think about giving him something.

You? A mere adventurer who does commissions for a living and even often helps the people around you for free?

How do flowers you've picked while you were doing commissions in a different region compete with the literal huge gardens Pantalone has at the mansions he has all over Teyvat? Every time he brings you to one of his 'vacation homes', you always find yourself lost in the beautiful paradise of flora that he owns.

It's the thought that counts, you argue with yourself. While it's true, it doesn't stop you from hesitating whether to even give the bouquet you've prepared for your dearest lover. Maybe you shouldn't have if you were being honest. Pantalone, in your eyes, was the embodiment of elegance.

He was gorgeous; the smile that's always etched on his lips makes your palms sweat, especially when they're always so genuine whenever they're directed at you. Skin fair, face as refined as smoothed jade. His expression was a balanced mix of sharp frostiness and a polite gleam of warmth, both authoritative and welcoming.

Immaculate and pristine clothing could only be worn, from his coat, gloves, and even the material of his glasses; all were top quality and handmade by professionals amongst professionals. With each calculated step, his entire being is the epitome of wealth.

So who were you to sully the beauty he has with simple flowers that you've handpicked from the forests you've roamed in? Sure, you've cleaned them as much as you could, but giving him flowers that weren't grown in quality gardens- you'd be ruining his image!

Clutching the DIY bouquet you've organized the flowers in, you almost sank to your knees as you continued to mull over your decisions, sulking right in front of Pantalone's office door. It has been 20 minutes since you arrived and the guards stationed near his office have been pitifully glancing at your predicament.

Just as you were about to take a step back and throw the bouquet you'd made, deciding to just do more commissions and earn more mora (and not use the mora he kept giving you) to buy him something more presentable and pleasing to the eye, Pantalone opened the door.

You froze in your spot, but the grip on the bouquet you held tightened to the point it would've been broken. Pantalone was shocked to see you just standing motionlessly at his door, not expecting you to have you back so soon.

Immediately, Pantalone's expression softened and his smile widened. His shoulders relaxed and his body felt lighter just at the mere sight of you, and the feeling of laughter bubbling up his chest when he saw your stupefied face.

You fought the urge to bolt or throw the flowers in your hands to an unsuspecting guard and pretend as if nothing had happened. You stood your ground, no matter how hard your heart was beating against your ribcage when his eyes traveled down, catching sight of the bouquet.

Pantalone's face evidently brightened at the sight of it, the corners of his lips curving upwards. "For me?" He says in a fond tone as his hands reached for the bouquet, but you instinctively flinch back, surprising Pantalone. You quickly stuttered out; "I-I... yeah, yeah it is..." You learned your throat, averting your eyes from him and shamefully bowing down your head.

"But, well, you shouldn't take it. I just picked them in the forest when I was back in Sumeru because when I saw how pretty the flowers were, I thought about you... They're not high quality, so I can just buy you better ones—" You didn't even realize you'd begun rambling, so you were cut off abruptly when Pantalone took the bouquet from your arms anyways, caressing the petals with his gloved hands, his smile never leaving his handsome face.

Then, he gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up with his index finger and his thumb so you'd look at him eye to eye. Before you could say something, he captured your lips against his, tilting your head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss.

Heat exploded on your face, eyes widening at the sudden kiss but you indulge yourself in it nonetheless, kissing back fervently and clutching his coat shakily. You let out a small noise when Pantalone licked your bottom lip, satisfied at the delectable sight of your red face, before pulling away a little.

"I absolutely love them, my dear." He muttered against your skin, taking a step closer to you. "I'm delighted that even when you're out on your travels, you still think of me, so I will cherish these flowers you've given me, for they remind me of your love for me."

Those words sent chills up your spine, and you couldn't suppress the smile forming on your lips and the sigh of relief that escaped through your nose.

"Now, why don't you tell me more about these flowers?"

As a seasoned adventurer, you've equipped yourself with various knowledge of anything that could help you in your survival in the outside world. Perking up at his request, you eagerly nodded at that as the words spilled from your mouth whilst Pantalone led you inside his office, shutting the door close.

And thus the beginning of you always bringing him a fresh bouquet of flowers every time you come back from your commissions, then recounting your wide knowledge of flora to your lover.

And every time, Pantalone would listen intently, learning how to care for the flowers as per your instruction if it meant he could listen to your voice more with such enthusiasm, quell your feelings of inferiority in your relationship, and ignore his piling paperwork to spend more of his time with you.

The Wanderer never really understood the sentiment of giving flowers to your lover. So what if they gave you flora? They're just plants that look pretty and usually smelled good. It was a romantic gesture, others would say. It shows the thoughtfulness you had for your lover, it's why you'd gift them flowers! But would it still be counted as very thoughtful if it's such a common thing lovers do to one another?

He doesn't truly get it, so he had absolutely no idea how to react when you came back to the camp you set up for the night, a wild grin on your face with a bunch of cuts and bruises on your body, your hair one big mess and your clothes were torn and dirty, though you cradled a bunch of flowers in your arms protectively. Well, besides being concerned for your entire being and getting absolutely mad at your lacking self-preservation.

"Just what were you thinking, picking flowers near a Hilichurl Camp without your weapon!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" He scolded you whilst he cleaned your wounds, intentionally adding pressure enough to make you wince and hiss in pain to both stops the blow flowing out and punish you for your foolishness, deathly glaring at you.

But you merely had a sheepish smile on your lips as you watched your lover fuss over your wellbeing, wrapping you in bandages and scolding you like a mother whose child had run off to do whatever. To be fair, he had warned about the Hilichurl camp near yours, and that you both agreed to leave it be for now since it was late at night already, but when he told you to grab more firewood, you still went to the Hiluchurl camp unarmed all because some 'pretty flowers' caught your eyes.

Offering you a fresh set of clothing, he let you get dressed whilst he went back to cooking, eyeing the bundle of flowers you left near him. Just why did you get through all that trouble for a bunch of flowers? You can buy flowers at multiple flower shops all over Teyvat! He doesn't understand at all, grumpily huffing under his breath.

You told him that those flowers were for him, that it was worth the trouble. It took all of his willpower to not smack you with the wooden ladle he had in his hand, only gritting his teeth and glaring at you. But for some reason, you were extremely unbothered by your injuries, only apologizing to your partner for worrying him. You kept caressing the flowers with a big grin on your face, features softening as you admired them.

So, he had to ask. "Is there any other reason why you had to get these for me?" He crossed his arms, eyeing you warily. You never ceased to caress the damp petals of the flowers, only scooping them back in your arms and giving them to him.

"They remind me of you." At your answer, he raised a brow. How does a bunch of flowers remind you of me? "I read in a book once that these rare flowers symbolize new beginnings, a fresh new start, and hope." You started, sitting close to him and leaning your body against his, staring up at the night sky. "They grow in an unhealthy environment and start off like wilting little buds of flowers, but the more it grows, the more it blossoms into a beautiful flower."

Slowly, his eyes trailed down to the flowers in his arms, piecing them together bit by bit in his mind. He held the flowers closer to him as he continued to listen to your words. "In the midst of burnt forests, these flowers usually grow at the heart of the disaster, sprouting beauty in hapless surroundings." You finish with a sparkle in your eyes, now gazing at him fondly.

Trying to hide his expression with his hat, he merely responded with; "Hope and new beginnings truly fit this flower then." Though his voice was steady, the same couldn't be said the same with his body, which lightly trembled. Your hand found itself in his, lacing your fingers together. You were relieved that he didn't pull away from your hold, only squeezing your hand as he hugged the meaningful flowers in his arms.

These flowers greatly reminded you of him. Not only because of its appearance, but also what it symbolizes. You admired him as if he was the flowers that you picked near that Hilichurl camp, marveling at the beauty of his new life, the hope in his eyes, and his will to finally live without the strings that were attached to him.

The Wanderer may never get why other couples would give each other flowers; may never understand what's so sentimental about it, but he now knows why you chose to give him those flowers... And it meant quite a lot to him.

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mingispelvis · 6 months

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Genre: SMUT sub!mingi x dom!reader, afab reader, a smidge of yunhoxreader?? To set up part 2 hehehe

Length: 6.1k

Summary: You find out Mingi has a sub kink and decide to play into it.

NSFW warnings under cut 18+ i'm watching you

Warnings: alcohol, use of nicknames (good boy, baby boy), use of mommy but not during anything sexy, masturbation (female), vibrator, SUBMISSION, DOMINATION, oral (f/m receiving), 69, one pinky in y/n’s booty for 1 second, unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!).

:) :) :)

Friday nights were the best nights for semi-formal events. You could get respectfully tipsy off of the best alcohol the host had to offer, and then get trashed at the afterparty knowing you had nowhere to be Saturday morning. This Friday, SM Entertainment was holding their annual Entertainment Gala. Every idol and their team was allowed to go. It was a massive event to say the least. You’d been working with Ateez for a while, now, and you knew the best way to get all eight boys out the door on time was to be at the dorms the whole time. That’s how you ended up where you were now: lightly sipping a mixed drink, laughing heartily at something Wooyoung was complaining about, and eyeing Mingi from across the room.

Mingi.

When you first started working at KQ, you thought he was a bumbling dork with a polar opposite stage persona. Now, you know he’s a bumbling dork with a polar opposite stage persona. You hadn’t planned on crushing on him (or any of the idols for that matter), but one late August night, you fell hard.

Literally.

You and Mingi were sitting up on a ledge overlooking the lawn. You were drunk, he was drunk, and the bass was reverberating in your sternum from the music pumping at the party in the house behind you. He told you about his parents and their restaurant. You told him about your friends and your family. You looked deep in his eyes and he looked into yours and smiled. That one, crooked tooth he has captured your heart and you suddenly felt dizzy, nervous, and horny all at once. Dizzy won out, though, and you lost your balance and toppled to the grass below. Mingi jumped off the ledge and cradled your body as you rubbed the knot forming on your forehead. His look of immense concern was magnified by the moonlight glowing in his eyes. You saw Mingi differently from then on out. What you didn’t know was that he saw you differently from that night as well.

Back at the pregame, you were watching Mingi devour a bowl of chips and dip, and quickly averted your eyes when his head turned your direction. You pulled out your phone to make it look like you weren’t just boring holes into his head and- oh shit. 7:30pm already.

“Holy shit EVERYONE! We gotta get dressed right now! It’s already 7:30pm and doors close at 9!” You scream as you close out of your music app and, thus, abruptly stop the music playing over the speakers. Everyone begins hustling and bustling towards bedrooms and bathrooms to prepare to look their best. As the only girl, you got the privilege of having a private bedroom and bathroom, so you headed there to get ready. You decided on a form fitting, short black dress, black tights, and black red-bottom heels. Your hair and makeup was at its sexiest and your jewelry was classy. You decided on a bold red lip at the last second. As you came out of your room, you bumped directly into a large, broad body.

“Oops! I’m sorry!” you started. Large hands grabbed your shoulders to steady your body, and you heard “Hey it’s ok!” from Mingi. Mingi looked gorgeous. You were clearly awe-struck by the way your mouth hung open like you were trying to catch flies. Mingi slowly let his hands slide down from your shoulders until they dropped off your body.

“You look amazing,” Mingi practically whispered, breathless due to your beauty. You began to respond but were cut off by Hongjoong.

“Come on, lovebirds, you can eye-fuck each other later. We gotta go!” Hongjoong lightly shoved Mingi as he walked by towards the exit of the house. You knew your cheeks were burning, so you didn’t even bother a look back at Mingi. Grabbing your purse that had fallen to the floor when you slammed into Mingi, you quickly headed for the door.

“Shit, wait, my phone. I can’t find my phone.” Mingi patted his pockets and spun in a slow circle in the search for his device. You sighed and pulled out your phone, ready to do your duty.

“I’ll call it. Go listen.” You tilted your head at Mingi in faux annoyance as everyone else filed out of the house. The two of you began to walk throughout the house to listen for the light vibration of a cell phone forgotten. Mingi ran to his room and began putting his ear to every pillow and blanket. You, on the other hand, knew Mingi liked to get ready with Yunho, so you headed to Yunho’s room. Perched at the edge of Yunho’s desk was Mingi’s laptop, and, sitting right on the keyboard was his phone.

“Call it again!” Mingi’s voice was barely audible. He must be under the bed. You were about to call out that you found it when Mingi’s laptop screen came to life. “Of course, he doesn’t have a password.” you thought to yourself as you tried to decipher what it was you were seeing.

BDSMtest.org was the URL. In white lettering you saw, “Mingi, your BDSM percentage is below.” Next was a heat map of kinks. At the top of the list in bright green: Submissive. Then Degradee, followed by Voyeur and Rope Bunny. In chartreuse: Switch. Eyes wide and heart thumping, your hands moved before your brain could stop you. You clicked on each to read the definitions. You already knew, but you had to be sure.

Submissive: Submissives like to follow. They like to give control away to their partners.

Degradee: Degradees like to be degraded and humiliated by their partner.

Voyeur: Voyeurs enjoy watching others have sex consensually.

Rope Bunny: Rope Bunnies like to be tied up and restrained using ropes, cuffs, or other.

Switch: Switches like to be dominant and submissive.

“Hey did you find it? I don’t hear anything in my-” Mingi had walked over to you and saw everything you were reading. You attempted to slam the laptop shut, but Mingi saw it all. His eyes went wide, his cheeks burned red, and he stammered out an attempt at an explanation. Before he could get too deep into “it was a joke” and “I’m not a sex creep”, you shoved his phone into his hands and ran out of the room with your head down.

The ride to the party was, luckily, split between two cars, so you opted for the car without Mingi. You wanted to forget everything you just saw. Sadly, Hongjoong had other ideas.

“So!” Hongjoong started as he plopped down next to you. “You and Mingi, huh? What’s up with that?” He asked with a smug smile on his face.

An incredulous look spread across your face and your eyebrows scrunched in disbelief, “Huh!? Nothing is up with that.” You responded, shaking your head.

“Oh come on. I see how you look at him and how he looks at you.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes and playfully slapped your arm.

You perked up at the mention of Mingi liking you back and Hongjoong noticed.

“Oh so something’s about to happen with you two? I see. I’ll wait.” Hongjoong leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms with an air of success.

Mingi liked you too. Staring out the window at the city lights, you let your imagination run wild. You’d taken that BDSM quiz before, just for fun. It said you were a dom/switch. Mingi was your perfect BDSM match. Should you go for it?

The champagne SM sprung for was top, top, TOP shelf. Hell, they may have flown to France specifically to make their own. You couldn’t truly appreciate it, though, with how nervous you were. The newfound wisdom Hongjoong had dropped in your lap swirled in your head. Mingi. Likes. You.

You grabbed another flute of champagne.

With the size of the party it was easy to avoid speaking or dancing with Mingi directly, but you still caught his eye continuously throughout the party. You would both turn away quickly when you made eye contact. After enough champagne, though, you released every inhibition you’ve ever had and slipped through the crowd towards Mingi.

“Dance with me!” You stood on your tiptoes to whisper-yell into Mingi’s ear over the music. Before he could protest, you whisked him away to the dance floor. You started off goofy, holding his hands and jumping around. Mingi slowly got into it and began dancing with you. Soon you got closer- pulling his body flush with yours and wrapping your hands around his neck. Mingi placed his hands gingerly on your waist, getting more comfortable. Music swelled and the world around you disappeared as you danced. Mingi looked absolutely enamored with you. Both of you were breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes, and you silently begged Mingi to ask you that four word question.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingi had barely gotten the sentence out before you crashed into his lips. He tasted like the nectar of the gods and his lips were soft and plush. The kiss was only sensual for a few seconds and, thanks to the alcohol giving you a confidence boost, you deepened the kiss by slowly pushing your tongue into Mingi’s mouth. He reciprocated eagerly. You continued to kiss until a recent memory flashed across your mind- the BDSM website. Pulling back slightly, you whispered into Mingi’s ear, “You gonna be a good boy for me tonight?”

Mingi blinked, mouth hung open.

“Answer me, baby boy.” Grabbing onto Mingi’s tie and pulling it lightly, you prodded him in your most sultry voice.

“Y-yes.” Mingi responded, still slightly confused as to what was happening. With the way his dick was twitching against your thigh, though, you knew his body was certain in its desire.

“Yes what?” your tone biting and serious.

“Yes ma’am. I”ll be a good boy” Mingi fell directly into place.

“Good.” You smiled, letting Mingi’s tie fall softly against his chest before you spun on your heels and walked away- hips swaying seductively.

Yunho, Hongjoong, Mingi, and Yeosang were not in the mood for an after party, so you went in the car with the four of them. The other 4 boys headed off to God-knows-where to get even drunker than they were now. Squashed happily between Mingi and Yunho in the back of the car, you couldn’t help but stroke the back of Mingi’s neck. You nibbled lightly on his ear and kissed his neck. You could feel the low rumble of the moans Mingi was holding back. An idea popped in your head and you grabbed Mingi’s crisp, white collar and planted a kiss on it- temporarily marking Mingi as yours. You pulled back, momentarily admired your ruby-red work, then decided to face front again, noticing Yunho shifting in his seat next to you.

“Oh do you need more room?” You asked Yunho, unaware of how you and Mingi’s silent, subtle actions were falling on Yunho’s acute ears.

“No, no, I’m fine.” Yunho attempted to close his legs, but he was already sporting a slight bulge. You kept that information in the back of your mind, but turned your attention back to Mingi. You began stroking up and down his thigh slowly, lightly. To really let Mingi know how the night was about to go, you struck up a convo with Yunho about the party while stroking his thigh. You were astutely aware of Mingi’s heavy breathing, and how his breath hitched when you ghosted your fingers across his bulge, but you pretended to ignore him.

By the time the car had arrived back at the dorm, Mingi was practically bucking his hips into your hand, desperate for pleasure. Pleasure you were not going to give him tonight.

In the dorm, the boys headed for the kitchen for more drinks and snacks, and you headed to your room. When you reached your room, you looked back, a bit disappointed to not see Mingi acting as your shadow personified.

“Mingi.” You called for him in your most commanding, yet disappointed voice. He turned your way and raised his eyebrows in hope.

“Come help me.” You stated matter-of-factly before disappearing into your room. Your plan was in motion.

“Shut the door behind you,” you feigned disinterest as Mingi came up to you. You were lounging horizontally in a comfy armchair, both legs hooked over the arm, pretending to check over your nails.

“What did you need help w-”

“Kneel”. You cut Mingi off before he could finish, pointing to a fuzzy blanket you had folded on the ground. Mingi moved so quickly you thought he’d trip. He placed his hands on his thighs and sat back on his heels. You swung your legs around and pointed your right foot at Mingi. He stared at your shoes, then back up at you. You could tell he was excited, but nervous to make the wrong move. You scrunched up your face in disgust and lightly flicked your foot towards him, your heel slipping off your foot. “Off!” You raised your voice just enough for Mingi to realize what was going on. He grabbed your heel off your right foot, then your left. He began to place them on the ground, but stopped and looked up at you. You nodded, and he placed the shoes in front of him. You stood and turned so your back was facing his. You then knelt so he could reach the zipper at the nape of your neck. Mingi’s hands brushed lightly against your skin and you stifled a shiver and a moan. This had just begun and you weren’t going to give up even a sliver of control. When you felt the zipper nearing its end, you stood. “Fold it, and don’t let it touch the ground.” You commanded without looking. After a moment of stillness, you realized Mingi didn’t know what to do next. Still with your back to him you took your thumb and snapped the band of your tights in the most impatient manner you could, and topped off your theatrics with your hands on your hips and a sigh.

Mingi placed his hands on your waist and rolled your tights down to your ankles. Big mistake, you thought you’ll have to unroll them to fold them. “Fold it, and don’t let it touch the ground,” you repeated as you headed to your bathroom, not even sparing Mingi a glance. If you had looked, you would have seen the corners of his mouth turn up slightly at your matching bra and panty set.

You turned on the water and began your nightly skin care routine. After removing your makeup, you peeked your head out of the door to see how Mingi was faring. He was facing away from you, stone still, with both your dress and tights folded over his left arm. His right hand was still on his thigh. He hadn’t moved, but the tent in his pants and how heavily he was breathing told you you were on the right track. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face and you were so glad MIngi couldn’t see you.

“Put my clothes away.” You yelled from the bathroom after completing your routine. It was time for the grand finale. As you were grabbing the final components of your plan, you noticed Mingi hadn’t moved, but you could hear him starting and stopping his words. You groaned loudly, still combing through your bathroom drawers, “What is it, Mingi” you spat out.

“P-please tell me where you would like your clothes, m-ma’am.” Mingi’s voice was shaking. You stopped and headed to peek out of the door again.

“Red if you’d like to stop, yellow if-” you started but Mingi cut you off.

“Green”. His voice didn’t shake then. Of course he already knew the color system.

You went back into the bathroom. “Shoes in the closet, hang the dress, tights in the drawer. And you better be back in your spot when I come out.” You made your voice as lazy as possible with a side of annoyance, but you waited until you heard him shuffle back to his post before coming out. You sat back down in your armchair.

The vibrator in your hand was enormous. Mingi’s breathing became uneven as he watched you come into view with it. You placed your left leg on Mingi’s shoulder, and your right leg hooked over the arm of the chair again. You slowly rubbed your panties with the Wand as you scrolled through an x-rated website to find the perfect video to make Mingi squirm. The pornography blasting from your phone mixed with your sensuous moans in Mingi’s ears and he swallowed hard. You turned the vibrator on and Mingi moaned deeply. Your eyes snapped towards him and Mingi got the message immediately- keep it quiet. He did his best to time his whimpers with your deep moans from that moment forward. When you threw the phone to the floor and began grinding on your vibrator along with massaging your nipples through your bra, Mingi screwed his eyes shut.

“Eyes open,” you attempted to sound stern, but you were too far gone. Your orgasm was approaching and you were about to put the cherry on top of this performance.

“Oh Mingi yes,” you were breathless, but determined. ‘Mingi, make me cum baby.” An earth-shattering, toe curling orgasm exploded through your body, and you ignored Mingi’s deep moans that twinned yours. You took a few deep breaths to ride out your orgasm before hopping up. The sweat was dripping down Mingi’s face, his knuckles were white from gripping fistfulls of his pants, and his dick was harder than ever. “You were a good boy today,” you started and watched as Mingi’s dick twitched from praise. “Don’t touch yourself, and be good again tomorrow.”

While you headed to the bathroom again, you slipped off your panties and threw them to Mingi.

“Dismissed.”

Saturday mornings were the best for brunch with the girls. Saturday afternoons were best for shopping with the girls. And Saturday evenings were- pretty much Saturdays are for the girls, and for getting the hell out of dodge after the night you had with Mingi. You were so sure you were confident enough to be a dominatrix, but once the hormones wore off, you were a little embarrassed to face Mingi outside of the bedroom. Had he told the others about your encounter? Was the dynamic of your friendship going to be the same? Did he expect you to dominate him outside the bedroom as well? You kept your mind from teetering into this rabbit hole by spending time with your friends, but a text from Mingi threatened to make you topple.

Mingi: You gonna be home later? (6:01pm)

Mingi: You live here so of course youre gonna be here lol (6:01pm)

You unlocked your phone to respond and saw a gray bubble. Mingi was typing. A solid 30 seconds passed and Mingi was still typing. He was probably typing, deleting, typing, deleting, trying to come up with what to say. You were definitely down to play again and mustered up your dominant spirit again.

Me: Be in my room at 9:15pm. You know what happens if you’re late. (6:03pm)

You locked your phone and turned your attention to your friends.

At 9:13pm, you arrived back at your house. Three glasses of wine and a full dinner had your inhibitions dampened and you were ready to watch Mingi squirm. Mingi was nowhere to be seen, and you smiled to yourself as you realized he must already be in your room. You grabbed a glass of water and debated whether to scold him for arriving early, but decided against it. You waited until 9:19pm to walk into your room. Mingi was facing your armchair, kneeling on the blanket he must have folded and placed himself. You had kicked your shoes off at the front door, so you presented the zipper to your skirt to Mingi first. He unzipped your skirt, folded it, and laid it over his arm. You took off your shirt and tossed it on Mingi. He caught it happily and gave it the same fate as your skirt. Another matching bra and panty set had Mingi tucking his lips in to keep from smiling, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him. You catch all of the little facial expressions he thinks he’s hiding well, and all it does is turn you on. You went to the bathroom to do your nightly routine again, peeking out occasionally to ensure Mingi was stone still.

“Put my clothes away.” you commanded lackadaisically. Mingi moved immediately to put your clothes away, then planted himself back in his spot. You brought the vibrator back out, turned on the porn, and went to work. Mingi was breathing heavily, never looking away from the gift in front of him, but you noticed something. He was grabbing two fistfulls of his pants and moving them up and down. He was trying to secretly get himself off. Did he think you were stupid? Or maybe to engrossed in your own ministrations to notice? As mad as that made the dominant side of you, the regular side of you was turned on even more to see such a gorgeous man falling apart while watching you. You orgasm hit you with a bang, but you denied Mingi the chance to hear his name tumble from your lips in ecstasy. Your panties were drenched and you took them off again, dangling them off your pointer finger.

“You were bad tonight.” you stated matter-of-factly without throwing Mingi even a sideways glance.

Mingi said nothing, but you knew he had that look on his face: wide, round puppy dog eyes, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, lower lip trembling.

“What did you do wrong, Mingi?” You quickly swung your legs around from the arm of the chair and stood up, startling Mingi with your speed.

“I- I- I don’t know ma’am I’m so sorry!” Mingi stuttered and spattered in confusion.

“Look at your hands. Look what you’re doing. Do you think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t notice?” Your voice raised with each sentence.

“No! I’m so sorry ma’am. I’ll be better I promise. I just get so overwhelmed when you’re infront of me I have to touch mys-” the explanation fell out of Mingi’s mouth but you interrupted him.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear excuses. I’m very disappointed.” you balled up your panties and tossed them in the hamper.

“Dismissed.” You watched as Mingi’s head hung low as he sulked out of the room. You almost felt bad for smiling.

The next two nights, Mingi faced the wall while you played with yourself. He had his hands behind his back and you could clearly hear him whimpering every time you moaned. You cranked up the dirty talk for him, though- not sure whether it was your dominant side punishing him, or your kind side wanting him to still derive pleasure out of the experience. After two days of punishment, you allowed him to face front again. You also did the unthinkable. Upon finishing your nightly routine, you removed your panties and bra, and threw them to Mingi before you masturbated. His eyes went wide and he could barely stop himself from turning to see your naked body in all of its glory, but he held strong and kept facing straight ahead. You sat in the chair with your legs together and ankles crossed.

“Mingi,” you began sweetly. “I need your help.”

“Yes ma’am, anything you need.” Mingi responded, eagerly nodding his head.

You reached out, grabbed his hand, and placed it on your nipple. Mingi instinctively began lightly squeezing and rolling it around in his hand. His eyelids were low and his dick was hard. You’d given him such a small part of you but he was over the moon. You let him continue to play with you for a while, then knocked his hand off of you. He immediately placed it back on his thigh. Spreading your legs wide, you began toying with your clit. You didn’t bring the vibrator tonight, just a nice purple dildo. You were staring deep into Mingi’s eyes, daring him to break eye contact for the magnificent view of your glistening pussy just an arms length away from him. You eventually spared him by letting your head fall back against the chair and shutting your eyes. You moaned deeply while you rubbed your clit in smooth circles with one hand, and pushed the dildo deep into your throat with the other. You heard Mingi whisper, “fuck”, but you let it pass. You kept sucking your dildo as loud and messy as possible-putting on a full show for Mingi. The feeling of your hand was not enough to push you over the edge, especially since you’d been using a powerful vibrator for almost a week straight, so you took the dildo out of your mouth with a pop. Looking down at Mingi again, you could see him licking his lips and breathing heavily while staring at your pussy. You took this moment to push the dildo inside of you. You both moaned deeply. Control and composure were gone. You sped up both hands, chasing your high, not caring if your dominatrix persona was faltering. You didn’t care that you were moaning Mingi’s name over and over. You didn’t even care that you could clearly hear Mingi working you through your orgasm.

“That’s right baby keep going. Do I make you feel good? That feel good?” Mingi mumbled under his breath- a pro at keeping his hands off his cock at this point, but still unable to stop his hips from bucking occasionally. You came ceremoniously. The pressure inside you had built up enough to cause you to squirt directly onto Mingi’s face. You were panting, attempting to catch your breath and come down from a powerful orgasm. He was frozen, afraid that any movement would have him pounce on you.

“Oh my gosh baby.” You breathed at Mingi. You squatted down, wrapped your arms around him, and planted a huge kiss on his lips. “Dismissed baby. Dis-fucking-missed.” you were in a daze and headed straight for the bath to clean up.

Mingi was desperate. It had been a week straight of getting painfully hard, watching the most beautiful woman in the world pleasure herself, then taking an ice cold shower while thinking of puppies and doctors visits and anything unsexy to keep from busting. He needed release. He was willing to beg. It didn’t help that awards season was upon the KPop world. Ateez’s new single was up for song of the year. The practices were going later than ever, and everyone was on edge.

You were unsatisfied. Well, you were satisfied clearly, but you were mad you hadn’t gotten to see what Mingi was packing in all of its glory. You hadn’t gotten to feel Mingi’s hands or lips on your body. It was definitely time to let Mingi work.

Me: How’s practice? (9:15pm)

Mingi: 😣(9:28pm)

I love Hongjoong but I hate him so much right now. (9:29pm)

We haven’t eaten. (9:29pm)

Me: Say no more. How much longer? (9:30pm)

Minigi: Probably an hour 😭(9:30pm)

Me: Mommy’s got you <3 (9:31pm)

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8 MAKES 1 TEAM CHAT:

Hongjoong: Everyone say thanks to (y/n) for ordering us food and having it delivered to the practice room! (9:50pm)

Yeosang: THANK YOUUUU! (9:52pm)

Yunho: Forreal, (y/n), you really came through! (9:52pm)

Mingi: How’d you know all of our favorite orders? (9:54pm)

Me: I know all. 😎(9:55pm)

You’d shifted the dynamic a little, bringing the dom/sub outside of the bedroom, but you hoped it would get Mingi in the mood for tonight.

You were right.

Mingi came home and sprinted towards the shower, pushing past his group mates. By this point, the entire dorm knew something fun was going on between you and Mingi behind those closed doors. What they didn’t know would spin their heads and send a rush of blood to their dicks- but you’d never give them that…would you? On the way to the shower, Mingi shot you a pleading look- silently asking for permission to join you tonight despite the fact that the two of you had met nightly for two weeks straight. You smirked, winked, and turned away, knowing Mingi would be knocking on your door sooner rather than later.

Exactly 13 minutes later you heard a timid knock at your door. You smiled and continued scrolling mindlessly through pinterest. You were thinking about trying a new hairstyle and wanted inspiration. Should you go with an up-do? Maybe a half up half down? Space buns would look nice on you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A little more confident than before, but a lot more eager than ever before, Mingi knocked. You could imagine him shifting his weight back and forth while waiting. He knew what was in store for him behind that closed door. Removing all of your clothing as slowly as possible, you made Mingi wait. While in the process of removing your pants, your phone lit up with a message.

Mingi: please (10:54pm)

You laughed audibly, a hearty cackle reverberating around your bedroom. You were still giggling to yourself when you sat down in your armchair and responded to Mingi.

Me: ok (10:55pm)

The door almost burst off its hinges with how quickly Mingi entered, but he gingerly closed the door behind him. He immediately headed to his blanket on the floor, but was startled by you speaking directly to him so early on in the night’s festivities.

“Have you been stressed lately, baby boy?” You cocked your head and asked. You were genuinely interested in his answer, but cranked up the sensuality for the sake of the dynamic.

“Yes ma’am. It’s awards season.” Mingi nodded, looking up at you with his big brown doe eyes.

“I can tell,” you empathized, “so I have another surprise for you, in the form of a question.”

Mingi’s tiny eyebrow lift and slight smile would have been imperceptible to a lesser woman, but you knew your baby boy well- he was ecstatic.

“Mingi, my love, would you like to taste me?” You stood as you asked and placed one hand on his head, stroking his hair lightly.

Mingi leaned into your touch and breathed an airy, but firm “Yes ma’am. More than anything.”

You sat back down in the chair and spread your legs.

“Bon appétit.” You embellished your gift by waving your hands like a model showing off a game show prize. Mingi didn’t hesitate to approach you and slide his hands up your thighs. You’d given him a green light and he was going to go as far down this road as you’d let him. He reached your clit and rubbed lightly while spreading your lips with his other fingers. Sighing in quasi-relief, Mingi leaned down and began his good work. He placed the flat of his tongue directly on your clit and wrapped his mouth around it to create a continuous suction. His head moved slowly left and right as if he was truly devouring a rare delicacy. You couldn’t hold back the moans despite trying to maintain your dominance. When he pushed his middle finger inside you with no hesitation, you gripped Mingi’s hair with both hands.

“Fuck, baby boy. That feels so good.” You praised him. Mingi moaned deep and reached up with his other hand to squeeze your nipple. You allowed it. Mingi added a second finger and worked until he found a spot and motion that made you grip his hair at the root and shudder his name in a moan. Once he found the combo of moves that made you feel like you were floating, he didn’t stop. Even if you’d told him to, he would have accepted the punishment. Every tug of his hair, every moan of his name, every slight buck of your pelvis deeper into his face sent the blood directly to his cock. You knew Mingi would be content with just pleasing you, but he was stressed, and you wanted to relieve it.

“Baby boy, let me make you feel good too.” You spoke through your brain fog. At this, Mingi stopped abruptly and stared into your eyes. He was begging this to not be a cruel joke, but you’d already begun moving onto the bed. Mingi followed like a puppy and was obedient when you laid him on his back and began to remove his clothes. When you wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock, Mingi muttered under his breath. When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked all the way to his base, Mingi yelled. You only got two good ‘up-downs’ in before Mingi stopped you. You knew you’d been edging him for half a month, so you allowed it.

“Can I please keep eating you out?” Mingi asked softly, cradling your face in his hand. You felt your cheeks get hot, so you quickly smiled and swung your legs over his body. You let Mingi position you to where he wouldn’t strain his neck, and let him lick softly across your soaking folds before diving back into your blowjob. The immense pleasure Mingi was bringing you was distracting you from your mission to make Mingi blow fast, but the deep moans the immense pleasure was bringing you was vibrating down Mingi’s entire body. Somehow, Mingi knew what his finisher would be to completely T.K.O.* you. (*Technical Knock Out). He took his pinky finger and pushed it into your asshole, only to the first knuckle. Your eyes went wide and you sat up, essentially sitting on Mingi’s face.

“Fuck, Mingi!” you screamed as you held onto his chest to steady yourself through your impending orgasm. Your thighs squeezed his head and you drenched Mingi’s face as your orgasm rocked through you. This was the most vocal you’d ever been, and you didn’t care that you were screaming incoherent praises to your sub- your dom energy was spent. Mingi rubbed your ass and thighs to help you down from the high he’d taken you to, and you could feel him grinning against your folds. You weren’t going to let him off that easily, you weren’t going to let him “win”. You were still his dom, and you still had one more trick up your sleeve. You were going to save the grand finale for another day, but you needed Mingi to know who his superior was. You spun back around, looked Mingi directly in his eyes as a warning, and then sunk down slowly on his stiff cock.

“Oh FUCK.” Mingi looked scared. He knew this was the end for him. You gave him no quarter, rising and falling, biting your lip, running your fingers through your hair, and slowly rolling your hips. You were pulling out all the stops you’d seen in porn to make Mingi bust.

“May I plea-” Mingi started, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Fuck no.” You interrupted low and quiet, as you sped up your bouncing. Your thighs burned and your body screamed to quit with the overstimulation, but your dominant side won out. Mingi’s cock was thick and long and it perfectly filled you to the brim. Every time your pelvises connected, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. It was like two puzzle pieces finally fit together. If you thought about it any longer, you were afraid you’d fall in love, so you focused.

Mingi gulped hard, “please ma’am. I can’t hold it.” He begged.

“No.'' You stated firmly, reaching up to lightly pinch Mingi’s nipples. This pushed him dangerously to the edge.

“I can’t ma’am please. I’m not g- please I c- fuck I- I,” Mingi was reduced to nothing but a blubbering mess, and you struck the fatal blow. You leaned down, pressing your body flush against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, and whispered in Mingi’s ear,

“Cum deep inside me baby boy.”

Mingi eyes rolled back in his head, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and he bucked into you hard. With a hearty groan, he throbbed and spurted deep inside you. You praised him and encouraged him, continuing to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he filled you to the brim. After 15 glorious seconds, Mingi’s body went limp, arms falling to the side, and chest heaving. You pulled back and kissed his lips lightly.

“Good boy.”

Part 2 soon :)

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