#so if you notice me not saying it as much im not possessed also im just seen (negative)

[you-can-a1ways-come-home]

i know people have already dissected pretty much all of Tenna and Spamton’s dialogue connections, but i wanted to point out something i noticed that i haven’t personally seen mentioned before, and how it may tie in to their relationship. this could just be me going “i’ve connected the dots!” here, but…

these are the only instances in the game where Tenna says this specific line, and it seems like an intentional reference in the writing to parallel these moments with each other. we know Spamton is connected to and knows that jingle, because he also quotes it in his Neo fight (in reference to Tenna and Mike). it seems like it was probably an ad they made together.

many people have pointed out that the Tropic of Love was probably a special place for Tenna and Spamton, and to me, this further implies that; it also implies that Tenna was thinking about/missing Spamton in both of these moments. (and yet still tries to pretend he doesn’t miss him at all ….. )

the other evidence that the Tropic of Love is connected to Spamton has been discussed before but i wanted to put it here for clarity!

the song that plays on the Tropic of Love is called “SOUTH OF THE BORDER!!” and is the only song in the chapter to be capitalized and have multiple exclamation points, similar to the way Spamton speaks.

(i’ve also heard people say that this song and the “KEYGEN” song — when Spamton flashes rainbow colors like the trees do on the Tropic of Love — share a leitmotif, and the first few notes of both do sound similar, but as far as i know this hasn’t been completely confirmed yet? correct me if im wrong)

the only other time the phrase “south of the border” is used in connection with Deltarune is Spamton’s dialogue in the description for the “Mr and Mrs and Spamton cutting board” on the Spamton Sweepstakes page, which also feels like a very intentional reference.

and Spamton does indeed cross out Tenna with a red marker on the below page, which of course you can find linked in the “Spamton engraved wedding ring” description. there’s an implication here that Spamton bought a wedding ring for Tenna, never got to give it to him, yet still kept it for years — we know some other things found in the Spamton Sweepstakes have factored into canon in some way (Noelle’s blog posts, some questions Spamton answered on Twitter, many hidden links)

(still don’t know what went down w Spamton and Mike tbh)

basically the point here is that the Tropic of Love was almost certainly some kind of romantic getaway or memento for them — and Tenna kept it in his special version of the game even after everything that happened; he still thinks of it fondly. they both care way more than they want to let on, and still can’t get each other out of their heads (after at least a decade apart, if the hidden mailroom dialogue means anything). and, despite all their obvious anger and resentment, despite falsely believing that the other abandoned them and never actually cared at all, they absolutely still deeply miss each other. (there are so many instances i could point out that imply this but this post already took me way too long to put together! lmao)

i mean, famously bitter grudge-holder Spamton G. Spamton was overjoyed at the chance to reconcile when he realized that Tenna cares about him after all, that maybe he wasn’t only using him that whole time just to find out his secret. (“you really do care!!!”) and even after he got humiliated by Tenna yet again, Spamton wasn’t really even angry — more just disappointed and resigned. and Tenna, who thinks Spamton was just using him the whole time, that Spamton pretended to get a phone call just so he could abandon him at the very last minute, still keeps the gift Spamton gave him as his prized possession, still wishes Spamton could just be there for him at his lowest. i think all of this says a lot about how they actually feel about each other, underneath the fronts they’ve put up to protect themselves from the pain of realizing they both lost the one person in the world who might’ve truly loved them.

[as a last note: i do actually believe there is a chance for them to reconcile in the game if you keep Tenna in Castle Town. this is a Toby Fox game. the main themes present in his work are love, hope, and forgiveness — that even if you’ve been irreparably changed, even if you can never fully go back to who you used to be, even if you feel completely unloveable, there is still love for you. i think Tenna and Spamton as characters will be relevant to the overall narrative and themes of Deltarune. i do think it’s that deep. Toby is making niche pairings from ten years ago — like Burgerpants/Nice Cream Guy — canon after all this time because it will make people happy. he’s having Fangamer sell Tenna & Spamton plushies as a pair, in cuddly poses. if you think there’s absolutely no hope for their relationship… maybe, just maybe, there will be.]

[eyekoninurarea]

Alr you asked for it 😋

Sodani cuffing Syre and making her watch

Riding Syre's strap and face and making out on top

Dp literally with anyone idc

ik i already said this but COLLARING. COLLARING. COLLARING.

Two of them recording themselves and sending it to the other when they're away

Leaving marks (scratches, hickeys, bruises literally anything) on Syre (bonus points if the marks are their initials)

Not that freaky but them marking Syre up in their lipstick and posting it or something (we don't know what pr training is in this house)

nope nvm sanity hit me halfway through im sending just this in please forgive me

- 🪽

you sent this and you worried it was too freaky when I literally just posted a freaky blurb???

nsfw under the cut

your ideas are so delish babe 😫

sodani cuffing you happens often. so much so that you don't know whether they're punishing you or rewarding you :((

they make you watch often too, like so much. they make you watch whils you're all tied up there, naked and helpless :(( they'd coo at you too, asking if you're enjoying the show aknfjcnrj during times like this, you'll often find dani straddling sophia while they're making out, the latina would be grinding against the older girl and sophia's hands would be lost under the younger girl's curls.

AND THEY WOULD RIDE YOUR FACE AND STRAP WHILE YOU'RE TIED UP AND I STAND BY THAT. it's usually sophia who uses your face and tongue like you're her personal fucktoy actually. and dani would be the one who's bouncing on your cock like no tomorrow, like seriously that girl has demonic stamina. sophia would order you to just stick your tongue out and let her use you while she pulls dani closer to smash their lips together. it's messy, it's primal, it's downright sinful when you hear their moans muffled, when you hear their lips molding together but you can't see because sophia is riding your face like there's no tomorrow

also idc what anyone says, you can and you will take cock from them eventually. it's not just you who wears the strap, sometimes they enjoy eiffel towering you 😭 sophia enjoys the way every thrust of her hips drives you forward, making you gag on dani's dick. oh and dani is so fucking mean when you're giving her head :( she wears the strap once and she's addicted to fucking your throat omfg. so much so that she gets frustrated that she can't feel it that much and she tears that strap off to make you eat her out while sophia tortures you with her slow but deep thrusts from behind. dani's fingers would be all up in your hair, using it as leverage as she rolls her hips in the rhythm your tongue sets.

oh please, we all know you're famous. it's gotten to the point where there's a never ending well of thirst edits, thirst comments and just debauchery from your fans. one time someone screamed "sit on my face syre!" while you're performing and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. that clip went viral especially since you responded with "im sure it'll be the other way around darling" oh sophia and dani would be fuming once they saw that clip. they understand the need for fan service and they understand the effect you have on people. which is why they're so possessive

but they can't do anything about it, it's not like they can just expose that they're in a relationship with you, there would be uproar. and all three of you knew that. does that stop them? no. you guys know about day collars? yeah fans noticed you started wearing necklaces and they don't bat an eye to it until they realized that it's literally a pendant collar of a shield and an anchor. sophia and dani now can't help but smirk as the edits that come past their fyp would slowly include clips of you wearing their collar.

oh they love torturing you with that too omfg. it's so mean that they're in the same group and you're not :(( when your relationship started, dani and sophia started partnering up for hotel rooms and the like. they would touch each other, and they would film it for you. the footage would be shaky and sometimes low quality but fuck you know what's happening and you can't even touch yourself while you watch because you're not allowed to :(( and omg the countless nudes you send eachother is actually abysmal.

the marking is in my earlier post baby <3

oh but those lipstick marks? they would be on your neck and collarbone. OH MY GOD THEY WOULD MAKE IT INTO A SMALL PHOTOSHOOT 😭 they'd make you wear a white button up polo shirt with long sleeves except it's one size small so your muscles pop out and then there would be a few buttons undone, your collarbone tattoo would be peeking out under the lipstick marks and they stained your polo shirt too, and they make you tilt your head back as they take photos. oh my god here's the thing though, sophia's lipstick stains are glossy and daniela's are matte so the difference is so noticeable. I imagine that they'd post it and then tease that it's a new album

yes they make you use that as an album cover. yes you got away with it because the fans just said: "they're such good friends for promoting SIREN5's album!!"

hana is not amused.

[lostandbackagain]

adept magic in skulduggery pleasant is so much fun like the concept of overpowered magic disciplines having extreme weaknesses is very cool when the weakness is a fundamental opposite (fire guy melting in water) and very funny when it's a fuck-you weakness (necromancers being Extremely Vulnerable to pickpocketing)

[cherrynpink]

don't you love me?

pairing: toxicbsf!seungcheol x f!reader

genre: friend to lovers, toxic relationships (friendships), smut MDNI!!!

warnings: manipulation, toxic cheol, dubcon, gaslighting, controlling n possessive cheol, he isolates oc, scoups tummy mention (nom nom hot), kind of ddlg dynamic? (u can tell i have father issues), power imbalance, princess treatment, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f!recieving), dom!cheol, overstimulation, corruption kink, a little bit praise a little bit degradation but its barely noticeable, size kink (a little), manhandling, inexperienced oc, dacryphilia, crying, breeding kink, missionary bcs im a romantic sue me, big dick scoups hehe, unprotected sex (do NOT do it dawg), tummy bulge kink, mentions of baby trapping, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 4.3k

playlist: don't you love me?

for more of my work, check out my masterlist!

note: i need toxic cheol sooo bad no one gets it but thank u @seventeensrat for getting me n proofreading n giving me ur deranged thoughts abt it. want dat gold cross necklace in the pic dangling over my face 😝 i kept making him a sweetheart but then realised no he needs to be an asshole (that i would fuck 100%) n i might make a part 2 of this so lmk...

anywaysss my requests are open if u have something u wanna read or just talk n so are my dms to make new friends here :) feedback is highly appreciated hope u like this one hehehe :3

if u wanna be tagged for pt.2

pt. 2: don't you love me anymore?

Currently obsessed with the idea of toxic guy best friend seungcheol.

He is the bestest friend someone could ask for in your opinion. The sweetest, most selfless guy you’ve ever come across. Always drives you around in his g-wagon- hand resting just below the hem of your dress. Bought you a dyson last month; no particular occasion, just because “you talked about it once so I thought you’d like it.” Takes you to try out whatever cute cafes you want to and buys you all the pastries in the world. Calls you his “baby” and his “princess”. Not only pays for your nails but also helps you pick out the design. Carries all your shopping bags without breaking a sweat in one hand, other resting on your lower back so that the guys around you don’t think they have a chance. And of course, he pays for all your clothes with his black card :). Who would he spoil if not you? He sometimes gets into the dressing room with you in the Victoria’s Secret store while you’re changing because “we’re best friends, right?” (with a pout ofc) when you refuse because you’re not sure if this is what friends do, but you give in eventually. Now the fact that he makes you spin around in your pretty little lingerie, strong hands groping your thighs as you say “Isn’t this a little too tight, cheol?”, your hands adjusting the bra all while he’s staring at your tits spilling out of the see through material as he assures you that it’s perfect is something others don’t need to know, right?

Yeah. He’s your best friend. Always takes care of you, cooks for you, makes sure you have all your meals and that you study properly- scolding you when you miss any lectures. Makes sure you don’t drink too much at parties or guys other than him might take advantage of you. Doesn’t let you exchange notes with the guys in your class. Even got into a fight with a guy and almost got suspended because of something he said about you. He scolds you for talking to them, because you don’t know their intentions and all you do is keep your head down and nod, no other choice than to abide him. He does know what’s better for you after all, right? He scolds you only because he loves you! He just knows what’s best for you, and wants to make sure you know he’s the best for you.

All your other friends don’t really speak very highly of him tho :( they just feel like there’s something off about him. No one is ever that nice. That he’s like a guard dog around you and doesn’t let you talk to guys or date, always hovering around you and giving you orders. But you assure them that no!!! he’s your cheol :( he tells you that they’re just jealous of you. They’re jealous of your friendship with him. They envy you. Yes, he can be a bit strict sometimes and act like your dad, but that’s just because he doesn’t want to you to get in trouble! He just wants to protect you :) that’s why he always asks for tons of your pictures before you go out so that he can protect you from the creeps that think of your short dress as an excuse to get their way with you.

When you first became friends with him, you were a bit skeptical when he told you that your boyfriend was cheating on you. But then he said, “Don’t you trust me? Why would I lie to you?” with his signature pout and he was right. If you couldn’t trust him, you couldn’t trust anyone, right? Now it was surprising to you when your boyfriend was the one to break up with you later that day, but all seungcheol said to you while you cried on his shoulder was “He didn’t deserve you, baby.” You don’t need to know that he lied to you boyfriend that you had sex with him when he was out of town. He only lied because he knew you were meant for him. He just wants you for himself, is that so bad? He doesn’t think so, because he takes care of you so well. Makes sure all your needs are met and you have no complaints. You’re his girl after all :)

As soon your (ex) boyfriend broke up with you, seungcheol was quick to ask you to move in with him, because “You need someone to take care of you right now, you can’t live alone doll.” and you couldn’t argue with that logic. And he was so good to you. Didn’t even make you pay rent because why would he. Always was there for you when you wanted to rant about your day, but only while sitting on his lap facing him in just his oversized shirt and panties obviously :) that was a rule. Would come up slyly from behind when you were cooking in your cute little apron, hands resting on your tits because “It’s comforting to me y/n.” and you don’t complain. Whenever you denied him something he would say “Don’t you love me?” eyes furrowed and big arms caging you.  But it was a two-way street, the way you always let him cuddle you after a bad day. How you always brought him something to eat when he had been gaming for hours. How last week you reassured him when he said he would start a diet because he thought he was gaining weight by giving him a small kiss on his cheek, telling him that it was hot for you, that it made him only more reliable in your eyes. It was the small things. But they always counted.

The girls he saw or went out with always complained about umm, the bond you both shared; but he never cared. It did bother you though seeing him bring girls over to your shared apartment, hearing their moans through the thin paper walls :( all while you had your hand shyly tucked between your thighs resisting the urge to imagine yourself in their place, bent over for him. But you never touched yourself. It would be so wrong, thinking about your best friend like that! So you often resorted to grinding against the plushie bear he won for you at the fair as his oversized shirt slipped down your shoulders- quiet whines leaving your throat as you failed to reach your high. Little did you know he was imagining the girl under him to be you every single time. He can’t even count the number of times he’s jerked off to the pictures you send him (at his request obviously). The number of times he’s stared at your panties peeking out whenever your skirt rid up or your cleavage when you bent down.

You do notice that after a few months, he takes up more of your time. Not that you’re complaining!!! You love to spend time with him, but you feel it get to a point. It’s not sudden, rather subtle and painstakingly so slow you don’t even realise what he’s doing until you’re in it too deep (or until he’s in YOU too deep ahem). Whenever you’re getting ready to go out with your friends he always hugs you and somehow always falls sick so that you can’t go out because you have to take care of him. What kind of friend would you be if you left him sick and alone to go out and drink he says. You’re being a little bitchy he says. You don’t love him he says. And tears well up in your eyes, because you love him so much you can’t believe he thinks of you that way. And then there you are in your pretty pink dress, mascara smeared on your cheeks as you’re crying in his embrace while he comforts you. You begin to stop talking to your friends because he says they’re a bad influence on you. But don’t worry! Your cheol is right next to you always :) his clinginess increases ten folds. He is always on you, hands resting on your plush thighs or your waist at all times- neck nuzzled in your hair when you sit on his lap as he games. Brings out his puppy eyes and pout whenever you refuse him. “Don’t you love me?” he says and you would never want him to think that. So you let him do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He knows what’s best for you, right?

He dreamt of taking you, corrupting you but only bit by bit. It might make you sick if you found out but he wanted to make you cry while he defiled you, moulded you to his liking. Wanted to throw you around because it was just so easy for him. A small part of him thinks you instigate your playfights on purpose to get him to overpower you, manhandle you. He knew you had had a few boyfriends before so imagine his surprise when he found out you had never had an orgasm one night, head buried in his lap drunk and giggled out the confession in shame. You should be thankful he made your boyfriend break up with you, because how fucking incompetent does one have to be.

“What do you mean you’ve never had an orgasm?” he asked, hands running through your hair.

“They just never made me cum.”

“They never ate you out?” he asked in shock.

“Mhm.” You said shaking your head before passing out on his lap.

“God. What fucking assholes.” He thought to himself. He knew he had to be the one to take care of you, after all you’ve been deprived for so long.

Few weeks later and it was your semester end party, loud music all around you, girls passed out drunk, shots being passed around and wild chaos everywhere. And there you see him, across the room talking and laughing with his friends, one hand chugging down beer every now and then. He looked so hot, though dressed in a plain black T-shirt and jeans; the royal oak watch stealing everyone’s attention as he ran his hand through his hair. It was the way he carried himself, his confidence, his carefreeness. And the way he carried you with him, showing you off like a trophy to be desired (not that you minded it a bit). You’re too engrossed in ogling him when you’re pulled out of your entranced state by no one other than Vernon. You remember meeting him on seungcheol’s birthday, recalling him as one of his close friends. You always found him cute, texting him whenever he replied to your stories or sometimes sitting next to him in shared lectures.

“Hi y/n.” He says with a slight smirk, red solo cup in his hand.

“Hi Vernon!”

“Want a drink?” he says, offering you the cup.

“Mhm I’ve already had so much to drink.” You slur through your words. “Cheol will scold me.” You say with a slight pout.

“Coups isn’t attached to your hip tonight?”

“Mhm, we’re not always together!” you giggle, a bit buzzed because of all the drinking.

“Oh? He never lets me talk to you though doll.” He says with a pout, taking a step closer.

“What do you wanna talk to me about?” you say with a smirk (the flirting a courtesy of the alcohol) as your hand rests on his chest barely grazing him.

His hand reaches to grab your waist as he’s just leaning in, his lips just about to touch yours when in the blink of an eye you see a muscular arm pull him off of you with a force, and you hear seungcheol shouting something at vernon that you’re too drunk to comprehend, but you catch a few phrases here and there- “Are you fucking dumb taking advantage of here when she’s drunk?” and “Back off dude you know she’s mine.” You feel his grip tighten on your hand as he leads you through the room, murmuring a “We’re leaving.” as he opens the car door for you.

The entire car ride was pin drop silent. His hand wasn’t even on your thigh tonight like always :( and you could feel he was pissed off- the way his veins bulged with his grip on the steering and his jaw clenched so hard. he would usually let you pick out whatever song you wanted, watching fondly with a smile when you sung along to it; but he wasn’t even talking to you :( you think maybe it’s your fault. He had warned you about guys trying to take advantage of you, but you were just talking to Vernon. He’s his friend, right? but you feel bad for ruining his night :/ he was talking to his friends but then he had to run over to you because you can’t even take care of yourself properly. Maybe he was right when he said that you needed him. Needed him to protect you, be with you, take care of you.

When you get back to your shared apartment, he’s still quiet; not forgetting his manners for a second though- opening all the doors for you and taking off your heels as you lean your weight on him, your hand on his shoulder for support. But it’s too much for you now. Why is he still so mad at you? Tears start welling in your eyes as your voice breaks.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask between sniffles, doing everything in your power to not let that tear drop slide down your cheeks but he notices it. He sees the distress in your eyes. The fear you have of disappointing him. And he loves it. Loves that you crave for his approval. He’s proud that he’s made you into this. But apparently you still need to learn to be disciplined. Then so be it, he'll make you into his obedient little girl. Your brows are still furrowed at the lack of his answer as he stands up and begins to step away from you and that’s all it takes for the dam to break as tears start welling down your face, a shame in your chest because you feel like you’ve let him down.

“Cheollie please! I- I’m sorry!” you say between sniffles, head buried in your hands.

“Yeah? What are you sorry for Y/n? And fuck are you crying for?” he spits out and it only makes you cry more because not only has he never been this mean to you, but also has never called you by your name like this :( always calling you by nicknames.

“I’m sorry for talking to Vernon.” You murmur. “I’m sorry for making you mad.” You say, wiping your tears.

“Made me leave my friends to take care of you y/n, I told you not to talk to anyone without me right? Told you not to drink too much. This is why I always have to take care of you baby, you can’t do it alone.” He says, swatting your hands away and wiping your tears as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry cheol, let me make it up to you? Don’t want you to be angry at me.”

“Yeah? How will you make it up to me baby? I’m not sure I’m ready to forgive you yet, you were so careless.”

“Anything.” You whisper. “Whatever you want I’ll do.” You say in your slightly buzzed state, but he doesn’t care. That’s all the permission he needs as he’s reaching down, arm snaking around your waist as to not give you a chance to back out, gently yet passionately pressing himself against your warm mouth. Your eyes open wide as the realization hits- hands pushing his chest away as he separates himself for a second.

He's just about to lean back in, eyes half lidded full of lust before you say, “Cheol what are you doing?”

“You said you’d do anything I wanted to make it up to me, right?” he says as you give him a hesitant nod facing down.

“But I’m a bit drunk right now.” You say, voice barely a whisper.

“So you lied to me then? When you said that?”

“No! No, I’d never lie to you.” you say as your eyes reach up to meet him on the brink of tears.

“Then let me do whatever I want baby. Let me make you feel good. Don’t you love me?”

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you love me?

It spins in your head like a mantra, before you give into his demands as a sly smirk accompanies him. You see him cup your cheeks in one hand as he’s reaching down to kiss you once again, much more possessively this time as he melted into you- tongue slipping in smoothly, as if he’s going to be the only man from now on allowed to do this (he is). His hands find your waist like they belong there. You gasp as he’s guiding you towards his bedroom, hands roaming all over the body like they’ve never been before. His lips move down your jaw as his fingers toy with the hem of your short dress- finding abode along your inner thighs. You think back to all the days you chanted his name like a prayer when you were just so close, dreaming of his fingers in you instead of your own. But at the same time your hesitation throughout it never leaves you.

He's quick to pick you up, only to throw you on his bed like a ragdoll as he gets on his knees in front you, bunching your dress up to your waist. His hands massage your thighs as he pulls them apart, immensely satisfied by the wet spot forming at your center.

“These the ones I bought you doll?” he asks, eyes still transfixed on your core. You manage to whisper a quiet yes and before you know it, he’s ripping the material off of you quite literally, diving in like a man starved. Your state is hazy because of the alcohol and the sight of him between your eyes as his words reverberate in your head while his fingers aggressively toy with your clit- Don’t you love me? Don’t you trust me? I know what’s best for you. Let me make you feel good. He’s relentless in his efforts, showing you no mercy or sympathy for the fact this the first time someone’s eating you out. Even when you ask him to slow down, to stop. Even when you cry out his name repeatedly. His plump lips suck on your clit sharply as the same hand that adorned the very royal oak watch that got you so hot drives into you, hitting your g-spot again and again.

Tears start to well in your eyes as they wet your cheeks but as seungcheol looks up at you, the only thing he can think of is how much you’ll cry when he fucks you and you feel him fully in your belly. Your moans get louder as you keep begging him to stop, but he knows you’re close. He can feel you clenching on his fingers as you buck up your hips into him. And before you know it, you’re cumming all over his thick digits. But that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t falter in his movements for even a second, fingers driving into you at the same pace as your orgasm washes over you. Your legs are shaking around his head as he animalistically groans against your clit.

“Cheol! P- please! Can’t…. can’t take more!” you cry out as your hand tightens it's grip on his hair.

“One more baby.” He grunts out. “One more on my tongue.”

He thinks he’s addicted. Addicted to the taste of you. Not only does he make you cum on his tongue once more, but pulls an orgasm out of you just but by playing with your clit. You think you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s made you cum, but he’s keeping count. One for each time he’s wanted to take you, and trust there are many. But your entire body is quaking and covered in sweat because of the relentless overstimulation. Once he thinks he’s satisfied with the number of times he’s made you cum on his tongue, he finally gets up only to see you almost passed out on the bed, barely holding on. The sheets besides you are wet from your tears but that only makes his pants tighter. You see him lose his shirt and his pants as he stands in front of you in his boxers. His length is strained against the material as if trapped. He strokes himself from over the material before pulling them down as his thick long member hits his stomach and he sees you gulp. It’s cute, he thinks, the way you react to him.

“Scared princess?” he teases you as he locks his gaze with yours, spitting in his hand as he strokes himself- precum leaking out his dark pink tip.

“It won’t fit.” You say hesitantly, but you don’t want to disappoint him either.

“You’re cheol’s good girl right? You’re a big girl, you can take it.” He spits out rather meanly, making you pout. But he’s not showing you any mercy this time. You’ll take whatever he gives you. After all, you wanted to please him, right?

Once again he’s parting your legs as he lines himself up with your already ruined entrance, tapping his tip against your clit, before he hears you say, “Cheollie, you don’t hate me, right?” with eyes on the brink of crying. It’s endearing he thinks, that you’re still afraid of disappointing him, letting him down. He’s taught you sooo well.

“Could never hate you love.” He says, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “Now let your cheol take care of you okay, like always.” And just like that, he’s pushing into you in one go, giving you no time to adjust as your wet velvet walls wrap around him, your slick covering his entire length. He’s pushing your legs up only to rest them on his broad shoulders as you continue to cry out his name over and over again. He doesn’t falter once as he propels into you, gold cross chain dangling over you, and when he opens his eyes to look down to where you connect, his eyes go wide at the sight of himself in your lower belly. He can see himself in you, literally. And oh, does it turn him on, the way you’re so tiny in front of him, so much so that his big dick bulges in you poor little belly. He taps your cheek lightly as to call you to pay attention to him.

“You see that baby?” he says, running his hand over the bulge in your belly. “See how deep I am in you, fuck! Like you were made for me.”

If that’s how deep he goes in you, what would happen if he came that deep in you he thinks. And that only makes him angle himself into you deeper as he lifts one of his legs. He could fill you up and it won’t even leak out. How would you look carrying his baby? No way you’d ever leave him if he knocked you up right now. You’d look so beautiful, his wife, his pretty little baby mama. The thought of you swelled up gets him closer to his release as his hips begin to falter and his strokes get sloppier- each one becoming a sharp thrust. And just like that, with a loud cry and a particularly sharp push of his hips into you, you’re cumming over his cock for the nth time in the night, completely spent and head blank, as you collapse back on the bed almost passed out at this point. You didn’t ask for his permission to cum, but it’s okay, he’ll discipline you next time :)

You feel him getting closer as well as his moans get louder and thrusts sloppier and you’re about to give out and rest in bliss when the realisation hits you- he’s not wearing a condom.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum baby, pussy so tight like it was made for me.” He groans.

Your panicked eyes look up to him, “Cheol, please… please don’t cum inside.” You plead.

“No way baby, not pulling out…mhm!” he moans as his pace increases, chasing his release. “Gonna fill you up real good, you trust me right?”

“Mhm…” you sigh hesitantly. “Okay…if you say so.”

“Fuck! Thank you princess, love you so much, yeah? My good girl.” He says between grunts and the slap of his balls against you, as you grunt out a quiet love you too, and with that you feel yourself getting full of him as he fills you up to the brim, still fucking you through it slowly. When he’s done, he doesn’t pull out of you yet- making sure it’s inside you. Your bodies melt against each other as you feel his heavy breathes against your ear. The room smells of sex and sweat as he collapses besides you panting.

“You’re not mad at me anymore, right cheol?” you say, breaking the silence as he’s pressing another small kiss to your lips, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Hmm, you were a really bad tonight doll. We’ll have to see if you make it up to me after another round.”

It was gonna be a long night. But it’s okay. You would do anything for your cheol :)

pt. 2: don't you love me anymore?

[bytemee]

SECOND NATURE — kim minjeong.

synopsis. winter supposedly hates when you tease her—but she hates it even more when your attention is on someone else.

pairing. winter x added!member!reader

warning(s). fluffy, r is a big tease tease, slightly possessive winter, and let me know if there's more!

words. 850 💔

authors note. had to get a req out. im not ignoring them i swear im just lazy & kinda busy. also not a lot of drama im sorry anon :( it was just too cute

navigation. main masterlist. request.

winter was in the middle of a solo live broadcast when you decided to join in through the comments.

at first, you kept it subtle, just sending random emojis and vague messages. but then you saw her sipping on her drink, and you had to say something.

y/n: why do u hold ur cup like that lmao

y/n: so small… like ur hands

winter paused mid-sip, eyes narrowing. “yah,” she muttered, scanning the comments until she found yours. “why are you even here?”

she tried to act unfazed, but the way she adjusted her grip on the cup said otherwise.

y/n: just admiring how cute u look struggling w that big cup

winter choked on her drink. “i am not struggling!” she insisted, wiping her mouth. “this is normal!”

the fans, of course, began eating up the drama. you and winter exchanged quips for a bit, with winter growing more and more flustered each time, much to your entertainment.

y/n: show them ur hands compared to the cup

winter hesitated. “no.”

y/n: pls

she sighed before finally holding up the cup next to her hand.

it was, in fact, way too big for her.

you nearly cackled.

y/n: ohmygod

winter immediately ended the live.

then there was the time during rehearsal when she was trying to focus on a dance move, and you just had to mess with her.

winter is practicing a turn, her expression serious as she concentrates. but the moment she lands and meets your gaze, you give her a slow, exaggerated wink.

she stumbles.

“y/n!” she whines, immediately turning back around to avoid your smug face.

“what?” you ask innocently. “did i distract you?”

“obviously!”

you chuckle, walking up to her. “my bad, my bad. here, try again.”

she eyes you suspiciously but sighs before resetting her stance. you nod encouragingly as she prepares to turn again.

just as she moves—

you poke her side.

she yelps, spinning a little too fast and losing her footing. she goes down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs, glaring up at you from the floor.

you grin sheepishly.

winter is furious.

she’s so easy to mess with—it’s practically a sport at this point.

winter sits cross-legged on the couch in the practice room, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of your approach. you sneak up behind her and suddenly wrap your arms around her shoulders.

she flinches, almost dropping her phone. “yah!”

“just checking if you’re still ticklish,” you tease, resting your chin on her shoulder.

she wriggles in your hold, huffing. “i’m not—”

you squeeze her sides lightly.

she yelps.

the entire room erupts into laughter. giselle and ningning are practically on the floor.

winter twists around to glare at you, cheeks burning. “i hate you.”

“you love me,” you correct, grinning.

she groans, smacking your arm. “go away!”

it’s supposed to be a casual group live—just you, winter, karina, giselle, and ningning, sitting together promoting the new single and chatting with fans.

and for the past few minutes, you’ve been directing all your teasing at giselle.

“eh, why do you always sit like that?” you laugh, nudging giselle’s shoulder.

she raises an eyebrow. “like what?”

“like you own the place,” you joke. “you sit like a ceo in every live.”

the fans flood the chat with laughing emojis, some agreeing, others spamming “giselle ceo era.”

giselle plays along, smirking. “maybe i do own the place.”

“oh?” you lean in, grinning. “should we start calling you boss?”

winter, sitting beside you, shifts slightly. you don’t notice at first—too focused on the banter with giselle. but the chat certainly does.

winter looks mad lol

minjeong is pouting.

she’s jealous.

meanwhile, you continue teasing. “giselle, say something ceo-like.”

giselle dramatically clears her throat. “you’re all fired.”

the group bursts into laughter, but before you can say anything else, you feel a hand tug at your hoodie.

you barely have time to react before you’re pulled back—right into winter’s side.

you blink, glancing at her. she isn’t looking at you, instead focusing on the screen with a suspiciously neutral expression.

but her grip on your hoodie tightens.

winter pulling y/n helppp.

possessive winter omg.

did she just…

you glance at giselle, who is trying not to smile. ningning and karina look equally amused.

you smile.

“stop teasing giselle,” winter muttered under her breath, and though she tried to sound casual, the possessiveness in her tone wasn’t lost on you.

you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “yeah, okay, fine.”

winter lets go of your hoodie and tries to play it off as nothing, but you know she can still feel the weight of your eyes on her.

you tried your best to stifle your smile, but it was hard not to enjoy the way winter was reacting. she glanced at you from the corner of her eye, but as soon as she saw you looking back, she quickly turned her head away.

she was so cute.

you reach over and take her hand.

she tenses, glancing at you again.

you smile warmly.

the fans in the chat go crazy.

again.

[cookies-after-dark]

ok but imagine pv smilk and reader having something going, relationship going steady, freak is on™, people kinda get the hint that this is a committed poly relationship

but! some poor soul makes a pass on the reader (thinking that the relationship is open and they're up for grabs)

you cannot tell me these two mfkers aren't the most possessive ass bitches (pv undercover) when it comes to each other and their partner (i'm hinting at possessive sex bro it would be so good)

pv 🤝 smilk

"that's my boyfriend and my partner and if u look too much im gonna bite."

they live in my mind rent free i need to write an eviction notice- i am so so sorry if this is nonsensical

(additional tags: possessiveness, unhealthy dynamics, beast x ancient

ships: Pure Vanilla Cookie x gender neutral!reader x Shadow Milk Cookie)

Okay so this ask resonated within my soul. I've wanted to write about just how willing Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk are willing to share the one that holds their affections, across many different dynamics (yandere suitors sharing vs. normal poly relationship between three mostly stable individuals, etc.)

But I really, really like the thought of the two of them just closing the relationship after they include you in it. Because I love to see Shadow Milk when he's a snarling, spitting animal and PV needs to be possessive over his belongings friends and family more because I said so and it brings me joy.

I think they both would handle it quite differently, their jealousy. Shadow Milk Cookie is all external force, his hackles raise when he sees another cookie rub their hands over your back when they hug you. Shadow Milk Cookie is insecure desperate and clingy enough to shoot first ask questions later if he feels you're drifting away from him.

You're not, you tell him that when he's curled around you like some type of hissing weasel.

He believes you, but he just wouldn't feel better if he didn't teach that other cookie a little lesson! One should know better than to enroach on his territory.

Shadow Milk Cookie feels nonthreatened only when it's Pure Vanilla Cookie (and his other Beast friends, as he has expressed to the two of you eagerly). He doesn't mind it, loves it even when he finds their scent on you as he wraps himself around you. It's quite comforting.

But a stranger's touch on you feels wrong, like a sin. Shadow Milk Cookie actually gets very antsy until he's at least sniffed out this foolish doughbrain and assure himself that this won't happen twice.

You and Pure Vanilla Cookie have helped a lot on this regard; Shadow Milk's wrath used to mean something serious. Well, relentlessly stalking a cookie and pulling meanspirited "pranks" on them still is quite serious. Baby steps, everyone!

Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, Pure Vanilla Cookie is not nearly as unhinged and unstable as his Beast partner is. In fact, I think it would take a much bigger push to feel like Pure Vanilla had to step in. He's patient, kind, and understanding.

But Pure Vanilla also feels jealousy, like any other cookie.

Pure Vanilla Cookie doesn't puff out his chest and start strutting around like a peacock when someone flirts with you. Actually, he thinks it's quite flattering that his partner is attractive enough for such a positive response!

(But if I just left it at that and didn't find some way to make Pure Vanilla Cookie's hackles rise then we wouldn't be here right now.)

I think the thing that gets Pure Vanilla's eyes to snap open is when someone persists with you. Fair enough, anyone with a partner would feel the need to smile a bit more tightly and wander over to put a comforting hand on yltheir shoulder while making subtle eye contact with the pursuer, it's totally normal!

Just a little sign, y'know? A quick nuzzle to your cheek will do the trick.

Unbeknownst to you - there's the faintest reflection of alitted pupils in Pure Vanilla's eyes when his gaze flits towards your increasingly unwelcome guest. Shadow Milk Cookie has been a really good influence, huh?

I think PV would process this internally, more than anything else. You notice he kind of anxiously prowls around you a little bit more, but he goes back to acting like his merry self a day or two later.

Although, his insecurities ring like a bell through his souljam, which Shadow Milk Cookie can feel. They're both watching you much more often than you would think.

And isn't that so sweet? So romantic? You have not one, but two ultra powerful cookies with stable emotions watching your every move, making extra sure that you're safe and sound in their arms, and their arms only! You're in good hands, here.

[echantedtoon]

Oh, okay, so how about.... Jealous cookies ?

Like, we were doing how own thing, (they were not too far away from us) then a cookie started to flirt and our (dear) husbands arrived saying "we're leaving now."

And sorry for disturbing you again !! Sometimes drama get over me >_<

Its ok. Don't apologize. Sorry for taking so long with this, however please read the rules before sending anything. Usually I don't do requests but I'll do yours cuz I like some jealous cookies. I'll be using the same cookies from my last post hope you're ok with that. Warnings for harassment.

ELDER FAERIE COOKIE:

-Im gonna say it now, he doesn't get jealous very easily. He trusts you fully and in very secure in your relationship. After all you both had been married for hundreds of years. Of course you both being gorgeous cookies has had lots of admirers over the years so he's very much used to it. So in short it takes a lot for him to be jealous- However a persistent cookie who's constantly making googoo eyes at his wife while he's right there and knows she's VERY married?? Oh yeah. That'll wear down his patience after a while.

-He's probably kept his mouth shut about your new 'assistant' for a long while now because he knows you'd always shut him down and he didn't want to look insecure in front of you or his subjects. However even White Lily Cookie noticed her friend's glares at the flirty cookie. The way he'd frown and narrow his eyes whenever he'd tail after his wife and make comments. "You're so lovely today, Your Majesty.~" "Thank you." "It's a shame his lordship can't accompany you, perhaps I can-" "Can you please bring me the reports about the delegation? I have to go eat lunch with my husband."

-However his breaking point was when he walked into the assistant fairy going through your belongings in HIS bedroom- "Darling?" "Hm?" He doesn't look up from his book. "Where is Assistant Fairy Cookie? I thought he was going to help me coordinate the festival?" "Oh. He was fired for unprofessional workplace conduct. I'll have a new attendant assigned to you soon...Preferably a lady attendant." You're not surprised but you were surprised by your husband contemplating constructing a dungeon for a cookie in particular-

SHADOW MILK COOKIE:

-The cookie is DEAD. He's either going to be instantly crumbled or be prolonged at his whims thanks to his strings. There's no in between. Shadow Milk is THE strongest of the Beasts and we know how possessive he can be towards things that belong to him or he perceives at his and you are no exception. It all really depends on what mood he's in when the 'Nice Guy' Cookie shows up and starts flirting on you. It also depends on how the cookie flirts with you.

-If he apologizes and leaves when you tell him you have a husband, then he might not do anything at all. He'll be extremely clingy and suspicious for the rest of the day but that's about it, might still send Candy Apple to prank him tho. If he persists then he has no problems with appearing, threatening, and literally throwing hands if he gets heated enough. However if he grabs you or Witches forbid tries to forcefully kiss you or something similar then it's 100% over for him. Either he's getting crumbled right then and there doesn't even care who's watching, or he's disappearing into the Spire where he'll 'take care of' his new toy later. As I said it really depends on what mood he's in and how the cookie reacts to your rejection that decides his choice.

BURNING SPICE COOKIE:

-Hoo boy. Another very jealous and possessive cookie. His possessiveness rivals Shadow Milk's however with Shadow Milk you have a chance to walk away unharmed and with your dough in tack. You don't stand a chance of living if THE LITERAL COOKIE OF DESTRUCTION so much even THINKS you're looking at HIS woman. HE staked a claim on her once he conquered her village and took her for himself. He has her wear his colors and soul jam symbols for a reason!! Despite the fact that he refers to you as his 'concubine' and there really wasn't any official ceremony, you're MORE than married to him so others making eyes at your beauty is a direct challenge and insult in his mind.

-It was learnt pretty fast to keep away from you, and even the female servants you were given often didn't look you in the eye in fear of Burning Spice mistaking eye contact or interest. The few times that someone WAS bold enough to try anything was immediately crumbled as soon as he found out.

PURE VANILLA COOKIE:

-This sweet boy has the patience of a saint! Literally since he actually IS one. Like with Elder Faerie Cookie, he's very secure in his relationship with you and trusts you to not cheat on him. He knows you can handle yourself so if someone starts hitting on you, he'll patiently watch and see what happens. If the guy persists then he'll step in and defuse the situation trying to get him to go away politely first. If it escalates to the point of a physical fight-...Well Pure Vanilla won't be so vanilla then. A lot of people mistake his patience and kindness for weakness but he won't tolerate someone insulting and trying to get through him to his wife, so they'll harmlessly find themselves thrown across the room eating dirt. A harmless blast that won't hurt them but gets his point across. He doesn't like violence but will use a small amount of it if needed.

MILLENNIAL TREE COOKIE:

-A mixed reaction of Pure Vanilla and Elder Faerie Cookie. He's very, secure, trusting, etc. He also doesn't intervene unless he deems absolutely necessary for him which may sometimes cause a problem if it seems like he doesn't care but really he's just patient. If they keep bothering you then he'll conjure up a few tree branches around you both. To bring you to him, and to go dump the instagater into the nearest body of water.

[luvmailing]

"i've always wanted something simple..."

「 tws + notes: no tws, potentially ooc, unedited as BAWLS, what do you mean it's been a while since i've last written, domestic (kinda), lowkey heavily implied romance,,,, blame the spirit of valentine's day (。﹏。) 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, and tim drake

author's note: yeah so... i'm still dc rotted. here are little things that i just find cute つ﹏⊂ <33 gonna keep it 120% w/ u, life is BUSY!!!! but we ball regardless :D you know im gonna find time to write my superhero fanfics anyways >:3

▸ BRUCE loves when you wear his clothes. simple but recognizable, his clothes become a silent way of saying "they're with me." and considering that most of the pieces in his wardrobe that are downright iconic, almost all of gotham knows who's jacket you're wearing when you step out in it.

he's not insecure by any means, and it isn't quite a display of possessiveness— but rather, affection and devotion. you're special to bruce, and even if it's through subtle means, he's more than happy to show it.

▸ DICK likes to have you within reach. no reason in particular, he says, but you know that's not quite true. maybe he's secretly a little ashamed of being so clingy. either way, he wants (or needs) you to be close to him.

it doesn't really matter to him how he achieves this either. whether it's his hand in yours, his arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on the small of your back, or his arm linked with yours— he's happy as ever. if you're a fast walker and by some miracle, you weren't already holding hands, dick's not beyond tugging your shirt from behind to reel you back in.

"are you trying to escape me? i'm wounded." dramatic.

▸ JASON loves helping you run errands. to be completely honest, he would be content doing just about anything as long as you're around, but there's something special about being the one that you drag around for mundane things like buying groceries or getting gas.

he also loves to be helpful to you. always offering to get the things off higher shelves that you just can't reach, always getting out the car first to pump your gas— there's just something about that shy but pleased smile of yours that makes doing little things for you so much more rewarding. and, yeah, it's silly but jason's heart practically leaps out his chest when you thank him by planting a little kiss on his cheek.

▸ TIM loves to take naps with you. he values the time that he has with you, and of course, would much rather spend it conscious— but there's something particularly special about being able to rest at your side. it's a declaration of trust from him— and there's an undeniable tenderness he feels when he realizes that he's able to let his guard down for once.

except... tim doesn't notice how frequent this habit has become. he's gotten so used to napping with you, that if he's feeling like he's been awake for too long, he'll hunt you down just to get some rest. your plans of reading peacefully on the couch are thwarted— prepare for him to wrap his arms around you while he shifts to lay his head on your chest. no words, no questions— guess you'll have to set aside whatever you're doing now.

— reblogs always appreciated!

[swiftjay23]

hiiii can you please do one where the reader and ni-ki are in an established relationship except the reader is really (and I mean really) shy but also really horny so ni-ki dominates her. also can you please make it so that he has an obsession with hearing her voice during seggs (also I am SO SORRY if this cringe😭🙏)

OH. MY. LORD. YOUR BRAIN IS SO DEVIOUS. BUT IM IN LOVE WITH IT. AND THIS IS FAR FROM CRINGE, SWEETHEART, I'M IN LOVE.

SAY NO MORE, BABY, GEAR UP, BCS YOU ARE GETTING EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR! 🔥🔥😈

GOODBYE HE'S SO SEXY

Title: Say My Name Again (MDNI)

Pairing: Dom!Ni-ki x Shy!Horny!Reader Tags: Established relationship, smut, teasing, voice kink, soft corruption, praise & degradation, overstimulation, rough but worshipful domination, slightly possessive Ni-ki, reader has a shy streak but is secretly insatiable, dirty talk, consent emphasized

It's a quiet Sunday.

The kind where sunlight drips slow down the windowpanes and the world is too drowsy to move. You’re curled on the far end of the couch, pretending to scroll, lips slightly parted as you glance at him from beneath your lashes.

Ni-ki hasn’t looked up in the past twenty minutes.

He’s lounging in his usual spot, long legs stretched out, one hand lazily turning the page of a manga he’s already read twice. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, and that one stupid silver chain keeps catching the light against his bare collarbone. He’s relaxed. Casual. Oblivious.

You are not.

You’ve been needy all day. It’s stupid. Embarrassing. But every time he shifts, every time his voice brushes the air, deep and effortless, you feel your thighs press tighter together.

He told you once he liked hearing you. The little gasps. The whines. The sobby little noises you make when you're too shy to ask for more but your hips keep chasing him anyway.

You didn’t forget.

You set your phone down with a tiny sigh, crawling across the cushions until you reach his lap. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t say a word when you straddle his thigh and tuck your head beneath his chin.

“Something wrong, baby?” His voice is low. Teasing. One brow quirked. You shake your head. But your hips shift just slightly against his thigh.

His hand lands heavy on your waist.

“Really?” He leans in, lips grazing your ear. “Because it feels like you’ve been squirming for my attention all damn day.”

Your breath hitches.

He chuckles. “Could’ve used your words. But you just had to be a little brat about it, huh?”

Then his thigh flexes beneath you.

Ni-ki’s hands slide up, slow and warm, fingers digging into the dip of your waist.

"Mm," he hums, tilting his head. "You crawl into my lap like this and expect me not to know what you want?"

You shiver.

"I didn’t—"

"Didn’t what, sweetheart?" His voice is velvet-wrapped sin. "Didn’t mean to grind on me? Or didn’t mean to get caught?"

He presses his thigh up between your legs, just enough to feel how hot you already are through your shorts. Your hips stutter forward instinctively.

Ni-ki grins.

"That’s what I thought."

His hands trail up your sides, under your shirt, thumbs brushing the curve of your ribs like he’s testing how much you can take before you break.

"You’ve been acting like a brat all day," he whispers, pulling you flush against him, "so needy, pouting, staring, squirming, hoping I’d finally notice. You want my attention, baby? You have it."

His knee presses higher, forcing your core to roll over him. You gasp.

"Sound so pretty," he murmurs, lips ghosting over your cheek. "Say my name."

You moan. Quiet. Desperate.

And that’s all it takes.

He grabs your chin, turning your face up to his. “Say it. Use your voice. You know how much I love that pretty mouth.”

“I—I want you.” It comes out small. Pathetic.

“Louder.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

"Fuck," he growls, low and dangerous now. "You don’t even realize what you do to me."

He lifts you like you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. You’re dropped onto the mattress, legs already trembling.

In one swift motion, he flips you beneath him. His body covers yours completely, a predator caging prey.

"Take this off," he commands, tugging at your shirt.

You obey without thinking. You’re trembling, every nerve hot and hungry and on fire just from his voice.

Ni-ki stares for a beat too long, gaze darkening. Then he dips down, lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue flicking just once before he bites.

You moan, sharp, instinctive, raw.

"God, I missed that sound," he says, smug. "My needy little girl."

His hands slide into your shorts, dragging them down your thighs. You’re soaked. It makes him pause. Makes him laugh.

"You’re dripping," he mutters, cock already hard and straining against his sweats. "Didn’t even touch you yet."

You open your legs wider, shameless. Dazed.

"Please—"

"Please what?"

"Please... do something—"

"Oh, I will," he promises, shifting down, kissing just above your mound. "You just watch."

And then his mouth is on you.

Warm. Slow. Devastating.

His tongue strokes through your folds with precision, licking into you like he’s savoring dessert, groaning softly every time you cry out. He sucks your clit gently, lips wet and greedy, fingers keeping your thighs pinned open as your hips buck against his face.

You’re gasping now, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging—

He moans when you do that. The vibrations make you see stars.

"F-Fuck—Ni-ki—gonna—"

"Cum for me."

You unravel in seconds, thighs shaking, cries raw and messy against the quiet of the room.

He doesn’t stop.

Not even when you squirm. Not even when you sob out his name again and again, too sensitive, too overstimulated, "Shh," he croons, sliding two fingers into your fluttering hole. "You wanted my attention, baby. You have all of it."

You don’t know how long it’s been since he laid you down, but your shirt is gone. His hands are under your thighs, spreading you open like he owns you. You feel exposed, naked in more ways than one. Your cheeks are on fire, chest heaving with breathy gasps as Ni-ki drags his tongue up your inner thigh.

“Still so shy,” he whispers. “But your body’s loud, you know that?”

His palm presses against your folds and you jerk, squeaking out a sound you didn’t mean to make. Immediately, you cover your mouth with both hands, eyes wide in embarrassment.

But he doesn’t let you hide. Oh, no. Not tonight.

He grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them to the mattress above your head, his grip firm but careful.

“None of that. Let me hear you.”

You bite your lip.

“Baby,” he says, voice dropping to a husky edge, “you know how much I love that sound. Don't be quiet for me. Be honest for me.”

He lowers his mouth again, and the first flick of his tongue against your clit has your back arching like a bow. He licks you slow at first, just enough to make your toes curl, your breath catch, then he groans, deep in his chest. “So fucking wet.”

You squirm. “Ni-ki—” “There she is,” he praises, dark and velvety. “Come on. Say more. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“I—I c-can’t—”

He growls again, more animal this time, grabbing your chin and kissing you hard, tongue pushing into your mouth until you’re dizzy. When he pulls back, his lips are slick. “You wanna be my good girl?”

You nod, eyes glassy, brain fuzzy.

“Then don’t hold back. I wanna hear everything.”

And then he goes down again.

This time, he doesn’t take his time. His tongue flattens, then flicks, then sucks on your clit so hard that you cry out, and he moans against you like your voice just shot straight to his cock.

He’s so obsessed with the sounds you make. The way your breath hitches before a whimper. The way your moans rise when he speeds up. The little broken gasps that tumble out when you’re close, even when you try to swallow them.

He lives for it.

“I could spend hours listening to this,” he pants, lips swollen and chin shiny with your arousal. “You’re so sweet, baby. So loud for me when you think no one’s listening.”

His fingers tease your entrance now, dragging wetness up to your clit again, and you’re writhing.

You try to close your legs. He growls. “Don’t.”

With his free hand, he undoes his belt. You stare, wide-eyed as he strokes himself, thick, flushed, and dripping already.

“Think you can be good and take it all, baby?” You nod, but he doesn’t let that slide.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, please. I want it. I want you.”

He smirks. “Say my name again.”

“Ni-ki…”

He groans. “Fucking love hearing that.”

“Open your mouth.” You blink up at him, dazed, but do as he says. He slides in slowly, groaning when your lips wrap around him. “Fuck, that’s it. God, your mouth is perfect.”

He doesn’t thrust. Just lets you take your time, licking and sucking until his abs twitch and he pulls out. “Can’t waste it yet. I’m gonna ruin you properly first.”

He flips you onto your stomach, presses your face into the pillow.

“You ready?”

You nod.

When he finally pushes inside, your head tips back with a choked moan. He fills you deep, forcing the air out of your lungs as he bottoms out with a rough thrust.

“God, so fucking tight,” he pants, jaw clenched. “Always so perfect for me.”

He doesn’t start slow.

Ni-ki slams into you like he’s waited days to fuck you. His hands grip your hips tight, dragging you against him, and your thighs shake as you try to hold on.

The sounds you make now aren’t small at all.

They’re shameless. Loud. Desperate.

And he drinks them in like they’re his favorite song.

“You hear that?” he grits out, pounding into you so hard the headboard slams against the wall. “That’s the sound of my shy little girl getting fucked dumb.”

You nod, tears brimming as the overstimulation hits. “So good, Ni-ki, please—!”

“Please what?”

“Please—more—don’t stop—!”

He groans and drops his hand to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he fucks you through it.

“Come for me again. Let me hear how much you need it.”

You break with a scream.

Body twitching. Voice raw. And Ni-ki loses it.

He chokes on your name as he comes inside, hips jerking deep as he buries himself to the hilt.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but your panting breaths, your shaky legs wrapped around his waist, and the soft, soft whisper of his voice as he presses his lips to your ear.

“So good for me,” he says. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you like that.”

You whimper.

And Ni-ki grins, nipping your jaw gently.

“Next time, you’re gonna beg for it. Out loud. You got that?”

You blink up at him.

And for once, you’re not shy at all when you say, “Yes, sir.”

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[ccupcakeyss]

hiyaaa can I request a similar vibed piece to the xavier comfort fic you posted recently but with sylus instead ? I've gone back and reread that piece at least 30 times I swear, it's genuinely so comforting :') but maybe reader comes home exhausted (or maybe Sylus notices and comes to them?) from a long day or week just like truly drained and in need of comfort.... yeah haha

no worries if not of course! thank you for sharing your writing with us :D

of course!! as a sylus girlie myself, this was extremely adorable to write 🥹 also im soso glad my writing was able to help comfort u<3

.  𓂃 ଓ ۪   ݁ FOR YOU, ALWAYS 𓈒      s

SUMMARY: after a long, exhausting day, you break down on the couch, overwhelmed and alone—until Sylus comes home. he notices your tears instantly. cold and composed to everyone else, he becomes soft for you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. he offers quiet comfort, steady affection, and a simple promise: whatever you need, he’s yours.

WC: 570 <3

NOTES: quite short but it has all the fluffy caring sylus🙏 send in more reqs, id love to do them!!!

The apartment is quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows and the occasional sniffle you try to muffle in the blanket pressed against your face.

You’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of Sylus’s oversized hoodies—the only thing offering any comfort right now. The day had just been too much. Everything that could’ve gone wrong did. You’d held yourself together all the way home, but once the door shut behind you, it all crumbled. The tears came fast. Silent, angry, frustrated.

You weren’t even sure what was hurting more—the stress, or the way it all felt so… lonely.

The lock clicks.

You freeze, sitting up a little too quickly, hurriedly trying to wipe your face, but it’s useless—your eyes are red, cheeks blotchy, nose stuffy. You barely get the blanket up before the door opens.

Sylus steps in, sharp-eyed and unbothered as ever in his dark coat and gloves, shutting the door behind him with a quiet thud. He’s already scanning the room before he’s fully through it—and then his gaze lands on you.

His cold, calculating expression falters. Only for a second. But it’s enough.

He doesn’t speak right away. Just shrugs off his coat, tosses it to the side, and moves toward you with quiet steps.

“You’ve been crying.”

He doesn’t ask. He states it. Calm, observant, as if pointing out the obvious. But his voice—low and cool as it is—has a subtle shift. A soft undercurrent.

“I’m fine,” you lie, wiping your face again.

He stops in front of you, tilts his head just slightly, studying you the same way he analyzes the world around him. And then—without asking—he kneels down beside the couch, resting his arms on the cushion next to your legs.

“Liar.”

You let out a watery breath, trying to smile. “It’s nothing serious. Just… one of those days.”

His fingers brush against your knee, gentle despite the gloves, and then he peels them off, setting them aside. The moment his bare hand touches your leg, it’s grounding—warm, steady.

“Who do I need to hurt?” he asks flatly, as if that’s a normal offer.

You laugh softly through your tears. “It’s not like that.”

Sylus narrows his eyes slightly. Then sighs. He rises, leans down, and scoops you up from the couch without warning.

“Wha—Sylus!”

“Shut up.” It’s not mean. It’s just him. “You’re clearly falling apart and your first instinct is to hide from me?”

He carries you easily, settling down on the couch with you in his lap like you belong there—and you kind of do. His arms wrap around you, one hand smoothing down your back, the other settling on your thigh. Not possessive. Not demanding. Just there. Steady. Solid.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he murmurs after a beat. “Tell me what you need. Say the word, and I’ll get it. I’ll do it. Anything, you know that."

You don’t respond right away, just bury your face in his neck and let yourself breathe him in.

“I just wanted you.”

He exhales like the answer physically affects him. His hold tightens around you.

“You have me,” he says, softer this time. “You always have me.”

And for the next hour, he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t pull away. Just holds you close, his fingers tracing idle circles on your skin, whispering things he’d never dare say out loud in front of anyone else.

Only for you.

[fireflyinks]

we need more soft hamzah!!!!!!!!!!

soft!hamzah headcannons

a/n : okay so by “soft!hamzah” i mean that he is absolutely down bad for you, is literally so sweet and just has a soft spot for you in general! tysm for requesting, love you guys sm 🫀 also i am currently writing this at 2:00 am so if there are any errors I AM SORRY my sleep schedule is so beyond repair, much love

contains : fluff, no smut, me being down bad

- okay so soft!hamzah is so AHSHBDKENDHDBS i like im actually so down bad

- i’m imagining him literally screaming at martin over some game and then the moment you say a word to him he is suddenly so sweet

- “martin, hold on, yes sweetheart?”

- he literally melts the moment you touch him

- do NOT cuddle this man unless you’re okay with him being on top of you and basically suffocating you

- sitting in his lap while he edits / plays games (thinking about my last fic 🫠)

- he loves to run his fingers through your hair and play with it absentmindedly. he also learned to braid just so he could do it when he gets bored

- imagine him watching a ten minute braiding tutorial and being LAZER FOCUSED LMAO

- NICKNAMES AHHH, like i said earlier probably sweetheart, love, baby, babe, princess, and anything else he can come up with or he knows you like

- he’s not big on pda in public just because that’s not the type of person he is, but if you’re feeling overwhelmed or shy, you cling onto his arm for dear life

- he loves baking with you and making a mess. by the time the food’s done you are both covered in ingredients

- he loves making tiktoks with you (yall definitely lip-synced promiscuous) AND the “intertwined, sewn together” trend with the bracelets 🤭

- SPEAKING OF BRACELETS if you make this man a bracelet he will wear it forever. i mean FOREVER. that thing is crusting on his wrist till the end of time.

- this goes for anything you make for him / give him, and he takes care of it like it’s his most prized possession (because it’s lowkey is). like yes he has the succulent you randomly bought him on his desk, and YES he researched how often he should water it and how much sunlight it needs. that thing is his baby.

- hamzah literally folds when you play with his curls, to the point that it’s part of you nightly routine. shower, pajamas, skin care, run your fingers through hamzah’s hair until he falls asleep

- invites you on the podcast all the time!!! if you’re shy he’ll make sure you’re comfortable and help you make conversation 😋

- PRINCESS TREATMENT, he will literally kneel down in front of you to tie your shoes the moment he notices they’re untied. at this point he notices faster than you do

- “hold on, i wouldn’t want my princess to trip”

- he’s the best person to vent to, imagine sitting on his lap and him wiping your tears while you tell him about your bad day :( he is ENGAGED too, like if you complain about your coworker they are suddenly dead to him

- i love soft!hamzah sm :(((

[arisoracle]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚♡ PICK A PILE: characteristics of your future spouse

take a moment and focus on one of the three images, whichever one you are drawn to, choose it. down below will be the details of each image left to right respectively.

❦ image 1, the mentor: you’re going to meet this person in some kind of mentoring setting. they could be a coworker who is very experienced in their field, or someone a little bit older than you and more knowledgeable in certain aspects in life and may guide you a lot. this person is also very romantic, they may show their love through love letters and writings. you’ll get random messages from them throughout the day, and they will be thoughtful ones like “i appreciate the way you do xx for me.” this individual very much so says what’s on their mind and isn’t afraid to express it, def not the nonchalant type. even in many years of your marriage i feel like this person will keep the spark alive between you two through romantic spontaneous dates, and more. people will see you guys are in love many years down the line. this person is someone who enjoys going out and having a good time, and may be on the extroverted type im getting ENFJ vibes from this. this person also notices small details about yourself, what you like and dislike and will use it to their advantage too. like if you get in an argument, they may do something or bring something you really like to make up for it because they’re very observant.

❦ image 2, the lover: this person lives for love and loves love. they may come into the connection a bit inexperienced when it comes to romance or have a very innocent and lighthearted view when it comes to love. but they love very deeply, and are extremely romantic sometimes to the point where you feel like they may use their connections and romance as an escape from the mundane things in their life. this person is someone who will be very passionate and a bit possessive over you because they may feel like they’ve never been in this kind of connection before, and their passion will be very seen and shown. it’s giving scorpio vibes. the only issue is, they may have such an idealized version when it comes to love that when issues arise they may not know how to deal with it and get a bit on edge. this is something which can be dealt with as well. they are someone who will be very attracted to you and bring it up a lot towards you and you’ll be very drawn and engaged to them physically on many levels. i feel like this person is really poetic too, and sweet with their words. they may like be really good at calming you before going to bed, because you may feel very comfortable and peaceful in their energy.

❦ image 3, the monk: this person has a really serious and old soul. similar to pile 1, they may be someone who is older than you and they take their spirituality really seriously. in life, they may have gone through things and many experiences in life and will help you guide and navigate serious situations. they are someone who will give you a lot of serious advice on matters, and this person is loyal to the T. they could have serious capricorn/ virgo in their chart. they are someone who has a strong involvement to giving to people in their community and they will also be very giving towards you and make sure you are very taken care of with your health and everything else. im kind of getting the vibe that whatever you want this person will give it to you, and will be very particular on your health and doctors appointments. the only thing is this person is not very good with expressing their feelings and love through words, but will rather do it through acts of service and time spent. this person is quite traditional as well when it comes to marriage, and prefer a specific structure and routine in their life. but any issue you may have in your life this person is really smart and will help you fix basically anything. i also am getting they are really admired amongst everyone in their community, and well respected.

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

Can you make a long version of 'dangerous charmer'?

ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇʀ - ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Helloo!!!! Im so sorry it take a very long time :(( I swear I already write it but I kept changing because I just have problem with my brain and I just feel the story is not good? I still feel it's not good but umm maybe it can be considered? please :(( Anyways, here's a long version of Dangerous Charmer. Enjoy

Warning: Contains themes of possessiveness, violence, and mafia-related content

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Han Jisung was a mastermind.

Not just clever. Not just strategic.

No, he was terrifyingly brilliant, the kind of man who could dismantle an empire with a smile and a soft “Oops.” In the underworld, people spoke of him in whispers, like saying his name too loud would summon him. And if he did appear? You didn’t live to tell the tale.

To the world, Han Jisung was a ghost in designer suits, a storm in Gucci sunglasses.

But to you?

He was the man who bought three different types of milk because he could never remember which one you liked. The man who quietly learned to braid hair just so he could help when you had a bad wrist day. The man who didn’t sleep unless your side of the bed was warm.

He was chaos outside. But with you? He was comfort.

You were brushing your teeth one morning, still groggy and half-aware, when you noticed something on the mirror. A sticky note.

“You mumble in your sleep. It’s cute. I love you. - J 🖤

You laughed, toothpaste foam nearly spilling out. “This idiot,” you murmured, your heart fluttering.

He left notes like that sometimes. Sometimes they were sweet. Sometimes utterly dumb.

“You looked hot kicking me in your sleep last night.” “Bought you four cupcakes. Ate two. You’ll survive.” “I bribed the bakery lady to give you the warm pastries. Don’t ask.”

You swore he had the soul of a menace and the heart of a poet.

Later that day, Jisung slid an envelope across the kitchen counter, looking way too smug for a man wearing Hello Kitty slippers.

“Here,” he said.

You paused mid-sip of your coffee, eyeing the envelope like it was a trap. “What is it this time?”

“A gift.” He leaned forward, propping his chin in his hand like he already knew you were going to freak out.

You tore it open and froze. “This… this is a black card, Jisung.”

“Yup.”

You nearly choked. “This is... do you know how much money is on this?”

He grinned. “It’s infinite. Just like my love for you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s so corny.”

“Corny and loaded,” he quipped. “Now take it.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not a kept woman, Jisung.”

He laughed. “You are kept. Just… also deeply loved and dangerously spoiled.”

You softened, biting your lip. “I don’t need money to feel loved.”

He walked around the counter, gently cupping your cheeks. “I know. That’s what makes you different. But I want to give you everything. Because this world is brutal. And money? It’s my sword. My shield. My power. And if it can make your life even one ounce safer or easier, then you’re going to take the damn card.”

You stared up at him, heart twisting. He wasn’t giving you a luxury. He was giving you protection in the only language his world understood.

“…Fine,” you whispered.

“Atta girl.” He kissed your forehead. “Go buy yourself a tank. Or ten cats. Or a tiny island. Surprise me.”

---

But Jisung didn’t protect you with money alone.

There was a night, cold and too quiet, when everything changed.

You’d gone out alone for five minutes. Five. You wanted to grab a snack from the corner store, thinking no one would notice. Jisung had been in a meeting, and you didn’t want to bother him.

Big mistake.

Someone followed you out.

You didn’t notice until a hand brushed your wrist. “Hey—got a second?”

You turned, startled, only for Jisung to appear out of nowhere. One second it was just you and the stranger. The next, Jisung had him slammed against the concrete wall, rage pouring off him in waves.

“You must have a death wish,” he said, low and cold.

The man panicked. “I—I wasn’t trying anything—!”

“You touched what’s mine,” Jisung growled, twisting the man’s arm just enough to make him cry out.

“Jisung!” You ran up, grabbing his shoulder. “Stop it! He didn’t do anything!”

His grip didn’t loosen.

“Jisung, look at me,” you said, voice shaking. “Please. Let him go.”

His jaw clenched. Then, with a reluctant grunt, he dropped the man, who scrambled off into the night like his life depended on it.

When you got home, Jisung didn’t say a word. He sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, eyes dark and unreadable. You sat beside him, hesitant.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You think I’m angry because you went out alone?” he asked quietly.

“…Aren’t you?”

He looked at you. “No. I’m angry at myself. For not protecting you better.”

“Jisung, I’m not helpless.”

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I won’t burn this city to the ground if someone dares to touch you.”

You reached over, taking his hand. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone.”

His throat bobbed. “Yes, I do. That’s how I keep you safe. I’m the villain, remember? Let me be the monster so you never have to be scared.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I’m not scared of you.”

“I wish you were,” he whispered.

A week later, the man who touched you was gone.

No word. No body. Just… gone.

And you didn’t ask.

One evening, curled up on Jisung’s lap, you finally whispered, “He disappeared.”

He sipped his drink. “Yes.”

You hesitated. “Did you—”

He looked at you slowly. “I warned him.”

You swallowed, but didn’t press further.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

He smiled against your cheek. “Keep me. Forever.”

---

That night, you had a nightmare.

You saw Jisung, bloodied, alone, walking through a dark hallway as people whispered behind him. You called his name, but he didn’t turn. You screamed, and still he kept walking until he vanished into the dark.

You woke with a start, breath ragged.

Jisung stirred beside you. “Baby?”

You couldn’t even answer. Just clung to him.

His arms wrapped around you instantly, no questions asked. “It was a dream. I’m here.”

You trembled. “I dreamed I lost you. I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“I’ll always find you,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your face. “Even if I have to tear the world apart.”

You buried your face in his chest. “Promise?”

He pulled you tighter. “I promise. No matter how dark it gets, I’ll never leave you behind.”

Han Jisung was a walking contradiction.

The man who played piano when he thought no one was listening. The man who bought a tiny kitten because he saw you smile at it once in a shop window. The man who wore blood like cologne, but flinched when you cried.

He was chaos wrapped in silk. A storm behind a smile.

But his love?

His love was unwavering. Fierce. Terrifying in its intensity, but pure in its purpose.

And if the world ever dared to take you from him?

Well.

It would burn.

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[cheezb6llz]

if you can yandere werehog sonic x reader headcanons also i love your writing sm!!

YANDERE WEREHOG SONIC HEADCANONS!!

In his normal form, it’s playful jealousy. like, “who’s that guy you’re talking to?” or “Ha! Didn’t know you liked hangin’ out with losers so much!” He plays it off as banter, nothing too serious.

Until night falls.

His werehog forms makes it UNBEARABLE.. when he transforms, it’s like every thought he’s ever had about you is magnified, like his possessiveness is instinctual. Every scent on you.. every word you have ever said to anyone else.. He’s thinking about it, fuming over it even.

Your scent drives him INSANE!! he knows your scent by heart, recognizes it anywhere. He can smell when someone touched you, stood too close, or when you went somewhere without telling him.

If someone brings you up in a conversation he’ll stiffen, his eyes narrowing. They smile when they say your name? “What’s so funny, huh? Got somethin’ to say about them?”

He keeps things that smell like you. A glove you dropped, a piece of cloth.. Once you let him borrow a scarf in his normal form cause it was cold, he never lets that thing go. At night, he curls himself around it, sleeping with it. Growls if someone else even sees it. It’s his now! And if you ever ask for it back? trust you’ll be receiving it covered in werehog fur lol.

this guy is SO TERRITORIAL. He leaves claw marks in places you frequent, trees, walls, benches.. The marks aren’t to warn you, they’re to warn everyone ELSE. just his way of saying “Mine, back off.”

At first he only slightly thinks about kidnapping you. Only in his darkest most unhinged moments that creep in only on full moons when his instincts are the STRONGEST. he hates himself for it, but he cant help but wonder.. What if he takes you somewhere safe? Just for a little while? Just until you understand.

He gets kinda mad when you don’t notice him.. like, not just annoyed. Mad. “What, I’m not good enough to get a second glance outta ya? Fine, ignore me. See what happens.”

He doesn’t mean to scare you.. Well- sometimes he wants to, just to get your attention.

You make him violent, just not towards you. NEVER towards you, but to anybody who gives off the slightest HINT that they’re flirting with you. They’d probably end up with a broken arm or somewhere near a cracked wall. Sonic will just say something like “Oops. Slipped.”

In his normal form, he’ll pretend everything’s fine. Like, who, me? Jealous? Never! But in his werehog form he is just BURNING with need and curling his claws into his palms trying to keep himself from dragging you into his arms.

He paces in the woods and talks to himself about you. “They’d like me if they just gave me a chance.. I could treat them good. Nobody would ever hurt them again.”

He hardly realizes he’s saying it out loud, the moon just makes him honest.

—

WOO okay so i feel like werehog sonic wouldnt immediately kidnap reader, maybe like goes absolutely crazy trying to come up with a confession like. im gonna tell them. Gotta tell them before someone else does. and then when he does confess it just sounds more like pleading and desperation lololol, but when you say no he SNAPS and takes you.. just a thought!

[mbbmz]

I’ve been reading your post recently and I’m hella curious to know what are your headcannons for Kakucho and Izana’s type of girls!

Hii! Im honestly glad you asked bc they’re both amongst my favorite characters. Reminder this is only my headcanons and I’m not claiming this as the truth! (Saying it loud for the people in the back who apparently can’t read)

Here you go!

Izana Kurokawa

Personality: I honestly had so much fun thinking about this. He often takes things too seriously, even things that are supposed to be fun or what not. So I think someone who’s rather reckless would go well with him. Someone soft, who gives him reassurance in the dumbest ways possible and doesn’t let him overthink. Someone who’d say anything that pops through their mind, even if it’s about him (especially if it’s about him).

- "This cat looks like you."

- "Tf you mean?"

- "Fed up."

Talking this kind of energy. Someone that says things dumb enough to make him forget about his problems.

I also think he’d be into someone cuddly (not clingy). Like sometimes when he comes home from a tiring day he just wants warmth, no questions asked. Also it may seem kinda dumb, but someone who genuinely loves him. Not in a "I like you" way, in a "I want to stay with you forever" way. Because tbh it’ll be hard with him sometimes, so he needs someone who can handle it.

Also, someone creative. He’d love to hear you ramble about whatever project you’re working on.

Looks: To be fair, probably into someone shorter than him. And since he’s about 5’5 (165cm), someone who’s just plainly small. (Kinda suggestive but someone once said in my comments he’d be into small tits and I can’t stop thinking about it). Just someone who’d fit in his arms (he likes to be the big spoon)

I also think he’d somehow be into someone with long hair? Would like to play with it when he’s bored or just a bit stressed out

Kakucho

Personality: I think he would be another one to like a caring and affectionate S/O. He’s drawn to kindness, and will naturally notice more someone who’s nice to him (duh). That being said, he also thinks a bit of shyness is cute. He can be kinda shy himself but someone who blushes when he holds their hand or kiss them on the cheek? Cute, very much so.

Someone who remembers. If you get tickets for a movie he talked about or buy some food he mentioned earlier in the day, he’ll short circuit (and fall in love all over again)

Praises. Despite his tough exterior, he melts under praises. Complimenting his strength or his voice? He blushes so quickly.

Might be a bit surprising, but he might be into someone a tiny bit possessive (the consequences of growing up with Izana, probably…). By that I mostly mean someone who will hold his hand extra tight when they’re out, or someone who kinda clings to him whenever someone flirts. Nothing dramatic or too much, just enough to prove they care about him.

Looks: Kakucho doesn’t really strike me as the type to care much about looks, tbh. Doesn’t particularly cares about body type. May be into girls who dress feminine and cute, but I don’t think it would be that important to him. I’m sorry it’s a bit short but I genuinely think he wouldn’t be bothered much about this 🥲

It’s a bit shorter than usual I think but I hope you still liked it :)

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dissecting the emmrich romance scene (lich path)

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Emmrich Volkarin - Dissecting the Lich Romance Scene fair warning you're in for an emotional rollercoaster

first, i wanna touch on this from our previous dissection (argument) -

"What if I can't bear that for eternity?" Oh, Emmrich. his entire soul aches over the inevitable future that awaits rook. i think this line is so important for emmrich because 'bear that for eternity" implies Emmrich will either, a) go rogue trying to bring rook back c) live with so much grief over his lost love it changes his soul forever in a dark, yet unknown way. and quite frankly, all of these are incredibly sad, and that just hurts. i thoroughly, full heartedly believe that there is no concievable way that emmrich just 'moves on' and 'accepts' the death of rook as previously stated in the lichdom scene. sry bioware, but youre wrong on that one as if he was 'fine' with it, he wouldn't of had a massive panic attack over rooks death and his grief. COUGH, the eternal flame. i could rant for hours and HOURS about how emmrich in the lich path is absoloutley devastating if rook were to pass on, because he is so compulsively, irrevocably in love with them. and not only is he in love with them, he has the love he has yearned for, for over 20 years. its huge for him which is evident given how both romance paths have him terrfied of how much he loves you.

Additionally, Emmrich grew up poor. This would impact his view on society and love. But more impactfully, it would impact his view on himself. His self-worth. Emmrich likely thinks he doesnt deserve this type of love. Hence the attempt to push Rook away and act over-suave at times.

anyway, to the SCENE -

immediately we are hit with this, to which Emmrich replies stating that he did it not to scare the citizens. what a load of huff. youll see why thats a straight deflective lie soon -

don't you worry handsome man, youre not alone emmrich expressing his fear of losing rook, and/or losing eachother, continues to be a major dynamic between these lovers

oh rooky, im so proud of you for opening up about your feelings. (remember the argument they had prior, it was fort knox up in here)

rook expresses clear fear and gratitude that they were able to escape the fade. I do believe that the line "I was afrad I'd be there forever" is a parrelle to emmrichs lichdom - as they would of spent eternity without eachother. hence why this next line, hurts so much -

the raw emotion, the crack in his voice when he says this line tells you everything you need to know. he is so grateful to have rook back with him. I do believe in this moment that emmrich has a moment of realisation of his love for rook, and just how immensed and attached he is with her. which is why he later vows that nothing will part them ever again, "not in this, nor any other world" (cough, soulmates). idk man, i have a feeling that emmrich would find rook's spirit in the fade (or any other world) if they passed on, and he'd never leave.

key point back to the lichdom decision scene -

man would go full blown rogue, scarlet witch rogue, i see it now.

I also want to touch on the "you're here with me" line. this, this is important considering what happens directly afterwards - remember how i mentioned desire a few posts ago? lets break it down, "you're here with me." Emmrich has held a consistent view throughout the whole romance that "its gratifying a fresh-faced adventure took any notice in me at all", does emmrich also possess the belief that the love he so dearly desired may not of been possible in his life time due to his age? i think so. which is why desire and the "wow, you're here with me" is so, so important. Now watch closely -

he looks defeated, ashamed - "why would someone like her be with someone like me? let alone, desire me."

the pose, how he is holding his chest and his body up against the coffin, the disbelief and sadness that is pained over his face. he is heavy with angst. this man wants rook, body and soul. he is SO in love with her. god my heart breaks typing this. he is so in love with her, but is so afraid that she doesnt want him now that he is undead - I will add in here to think back to when he was mortal, 3 flirts lines in total were regarding his looks. UGH, just stab me - ps the music in this scene rips out my heart, stomps on it, and shoves it back into my chest bloodied and bruised.

when rook touches him, his face unstiffens and his body relaxes. he looks at her nervously, but before he can address her or admit his pain, rook has NOTICED (YAY - take that argument scene rook) what is bothering emmrich, because she loves him so much, maybe even more, regardless of his undead figure. "You don't have to hide your face from me" is just a perfect way of phrasing that you are made for eachother. rook reassures emmrich of her undying love for him.

its that gomez and morticia dynamic, unwavering, obsessed dedication to eachother. a bond that strengthens the other. for emmrich and rook at least, theri dynamic is so strong I wholeheartedly believe the death of one, would break the mind and soull of the other.

there is so, so much emotion in this scene and most of it is written into the facial expressions and movements of the characters. watch how the fear of death becomes easier now that emmrich knows that rook loves him truly -

im not crying, you are -

this WRECKED me. because there is a slimmer of hope in his voice and particularly the words he chose. "I will let nothing part us again, my love" emmrich is a lich lord, with powers we dont understand just yet (cmon sequel with rook & emmrich), it is safe to say though that emmrich and rook would fight for and protect eachother to the death so that they may not be parted. This also takes me back to my original point of not letting anything part them, nothing - not even death. hence my belief that emmrich would do anything to find rook in the fade or any other world.

"Not in this nor any other world" - do i need say more? the hope seeps through, its not alot, but its there. don't get me wrong, he still has a crippling fear of death, but its, different. different in the sense that if rook was to pass or trapped somewhere, he would get them back and find his way to them, at all costs, one way or another.

the rest of the scene is very, very sweet and shows them being happy for the extra few hours they have together before facing untold danger - by either rook being able to see the fade through emmrichs eyes, or them boning again. actually i think both lead to boning.

this scene has me in absolute tears everytime I witness it because it is so powerful. it is hopeful. it is pure committment of their relationship and bond to eachother. combining this with the knowledge of the argument scene and having played through the mortal romance path, this - is extremely emotional.

Both romance scene are emotional and touching in their own regard - however, I do think the lich romance scene is more deep due to the dynamic. It is not about simply coming to grips with mortality, it is coming to grips with mourning your lover for eternity, and if you cant bear it for eternity, (which he wont, cmon) he is afraid. afraid of losing, rook. his heart. his dearest heart, and of losing himself because rook is, and I quote, "the most magnificent thing to ever happen to me."

mourn watch rook and emmrich are on a whole other level, and that level is something that is told in the minute details, the edging looks. the tone of voice. there is hope in this scene and a sense of overwhelming love and acceptance, but, there is also impending grief. which makes this story so real.

you can feel emmrich yearning for rook throughout the entire romance path because of the fated connected they share, in this and any other world. you can feel it. but this, in the lich scene? there is yearning, acceptance, hope, grief, joy, and melancholy all in one. without a doubt in my heart, these two, are made for eachother, in every world.

I shall break down the mortal romance scene next ♥ see you soon