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heavy lifting (preview) | k.m.g.

synopsis: you're struggling to get out of a bad academic slump, feeling overwhelmed by the constant pressure of grades and the inability to focus. after a few failed attempts to get motivated, you decide to do something different—start going to the gym. at first, it’s just about getting out of the house, but that all changes when mingyu, the gym’s resident greek god, notices you. no amount of reps or cardio can compare to how fast your heart races every time you cross paths, and it becomes impossible to ignore a six-foot tall kim mingyu.

genre: college au, romance, smut (markers for start and end if you wanna skip), fluff, slice-of-life, slow-burn, gymrat!mingyu

pairing: mingyu x reader (ft. dino and riize wonbin)

warnings: slightly awkward moments, gym-related humor, slow-burn, soft smut, heavy flirting, making out with random ppl at a party, alcohol consumption, y/n is an absolute LOSERRRRR, profanity of course, mentions of body image (positive)

wc: preview: ~650, full fic ~10k(ish)

a/n: posting this fic within this week !! let me know if you'd like to be part of a taglist. comment or reblog this post ^^ this is my first, full-length fic on here. full fic to be posted: 4/22

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preview:

you’ve always been the kind of person who hides behind books. your friends—well, they say you’re “flustered” a lot, but you know it’s just because you don’t really know how to deal with people. academics are your thing. people? not so much. you can hold small talk and even long conversations, but that doesn't mean you enjoy them. that’s why when the stress of midterms and the constant pressure of getting everything perfect starts to pile up, you find yourself stuck in a cycle of studying without getting anywhere.

jeonghan, your roommate, always tells you to “take a break” when he finds you buried under a pile of textbooks, but you ignore him. while your dorm neighbor, seungkwan, who’s become your unofficial therapist, insists that maybe a change of scenery might help, but you brush it off. you don’t know what’s worse—failing or the thought of being the one who’s not keeping up with the others.

that’s when you decide to take a leap. you’re not sure if it’s just the idea of doing something different, or the fact that every other option has failed, but you sign up for the gym. you’re not sure what you’re expecting—just that you need to shake things up.

the first day is terrible. you’re awkwardly trying to figure out how machines work, watching everyone around you who seems like they know what they’re doing, while you’re stuck on a treadmill wondering if you’re supposed to be running or walking faster.

that’s when he notices you.

mingyu.

he’s not hard to spot—tall, broad-shouldered, a greek god in a compression shirt, with muscles you can’t even begin to fathom. you try not to stare, but your eyes can’t help it. he’s on the other side of the room, lifting weights with ease, his form flawless. you can’t even imagine having a fraction of that confidence. you turn back to your treadmill, your face flushed as you try to focus on not tripping over yourself.

but then, out of nowhere, he’s right there in front of you.

“hey, are you new here?” his voice is so casual, but your heart skips a beat at the sound of it. “first time at the gym?”

you freeze, where the fuck did he come from?

pretty hard not to spot a giant like kim mingyu walking towards you, y/n.

without thinking, you mumble, “oh shit—” and immediately stumble forward. you try to catch yourself but end up tripping over your own feet, your hands flailing to find balance.

“whoa!” mingyu’s quick reflexes kick in, and before you know it, he’s right there, steadying you with one hand on your shoulder. “you okay?” he asks, voice tinged with concern, but there’s a hint of amusement in his smile.

you gulp, heart racing. “i—yeah. i just—uh, didn’t see you coming.” you let out a pathetic laugh, heat flooding your cheeks.

mingyu chuckles, his laugh deep and warm. “i kind of figured. you look like you’re on the verge of a wipeout.”

you can’t help but give a lopsided smile, despite your embarrassment. “thanks… i guess,” you mutter, still trying to regain your composure.

“don’t worry about it,” he says with a friendly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “you’re still alive, so that’s a win in my book.”

and just like that, mingyu’s gone, back to his workout as if he hadn’t just saved you from making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

for the next few days, mingyu’s presence haunts the gym. you see him everywhere—lifting weights, chatting with people, giving advice, being… well, perfect. and all you can do is watch from the sidelines, still too embarrassed to approach him, but also unable to tear your eyes away.

there’s something so confident about him, so effortlessly kind, and you begin to notice the way he always looks out for people. he’s just a regular guy, right? except he’s mingyu, and somehow, he makes everything look effortless.

oooh, and those. arms.

and you? well, you’re still stumbling through the basics. and you learned pretty early on that no amount of cardio can beat your heartrate every time your gaze catches a sight of kim mingyu.

a/n: the next part would be roommate jeonghan shenanigans but i guess we'd have to wait to read more !! again, taglist is open for this one—super excited to release my first full-length fic !!! would appreciate the support and love like y'all have given my cb one-shot for wonwoo ^^

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Would you like to recreate with me these spicy scenes?

University series: Heeseung Jungwon Jay

*pairing: pervy roomate Jake x vlogger/youtuber Girl

*trope: roomates to lovers

*synopsis: What if your nosy roommate named Jake Sim found a pack of Amazon and inside were "spicy" books you need to read and review on various social platforms? A disaster. Jake is the perfect roommate but underneath he’s a pervert and thanks to these books he has the chance to tease you, to poke you with his double-sided jokes and maybe give in to his advances.

*tags: A lot of tension, pervy Jack, a lot of humor, teasing, fluffy, kissing, sucking, mirror sex, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) minor don't interect +18, fingering, masturbation, cunt slapping,cowgirl, reproduction of sex scenes from a book invented by me, pet names (spicygirl, goodgirl) (golden retriever boy,pervy) jealousy, possession

(English is not my native language)

11k (🤍)

Having Jake as a roommate is not bad for you, he cooks when he has time for delicious dishes, respects the rules of washing dishes and cleaning the house, and always leaves his unmistakable scent of spicy but sweet tenor throughout the home. The only thing you can’t stand about him is how nosy he is in things that should not interest them, as it happened at this exact moment but let’s understand Jake is called by his friends "Golden retriever boy" and it’s in his nature to be curious...

Jake had just returned from the gym, still slightly sweaty, with his hair all messed up and a shirt he’d left on the couch as soon as he walked through the door. He was wandering around the living room with his protein smoothie in hand when he noticed an Amazon package on the coffee table, it was written that it was for Y/n but he was now used to discarding the gifts that made you the brands you worked with and each time he found: makeup, skincare, accessories and scented candles. He knew that it bothered you slightly when opening your things before you but by now you had made a habit of it, it was almost a year that you shared the apartment with that guy with the nerd and studious appearance but who also loved to have fun; He was very curious to see what was in that package and when he opened it he found 3 books, men perfect with bare chest but with masks on their face, women posing as languid and titles that seemed like they had come out of a fanfiction contest.

«The masked devil? Wait, what is this?» Jake raised an eyebrow, flipping through the pages. But it did not stop there now on Tik Tok you could find everything and you were a vlogger but you also talked about books in the #Booktok, he searched for the title of this to find out more and found himself catapulted into a universe of videos with animated reviews and quotes... spicy. This book was meant for an almost adult audience and when he saw the aesthetics he realized that it was about 4 guys who were called the "dark devils" and they all had 4 books with their respective "love stories" if you could call them so, But his curiosity hit him even more when he saw that only in a book there were a huge amount of spicy scenes and dirty settings where the protagonists did their thing.

«Wow, who would have thought that the literature student and vlogger with more than 500 thousand followers read this kind of stuff.» He said with a mischievous grin, starting to read one of the boldest scenes aloud for pure fun and to understand why TikTok videos had more than half a million likes.

Just then, you were coming back from your creative writing course at the university. You were wearing a light leather jacket over a plain top and faded jeans, but you stopped suddenly when you saw Jake on the couch. He was without his shirt where you could see all the well-defined muscles of the several hours he spent training and your eyes went down where you saw the V line where there were his Calvin Klein boxer shorts, wearing just a pair of sports pants and...nerd glasses? That made him even sexier and more innocent than the little innocent Jake could have; with a book in his hands, He was reading with an almost academic concentration the book that had sent you the publishing house to read and then to review in your various social platforms.

"What are you doing?!" you yelled in panic with your cheeks slightly red for the situation, while your eyes passed from the book to your roommate half-god and half-nerd.

Jake looked up slowly as if he had been caught in the act but with a smile so disarming that he seemed innocent.

«Oh, welcome back, Y/n, or maybe I should call you SpicyGirl from today. Is this your book?» asked, lifting the book to show you the cover with an inquiring air. «Interesting choice of readings, who would have ever thought that a literature student was encouraged to read these dirts, I thought you only read authors like Dante or Shakespeare that is a little more modern!»

You brought your hands to your face, blushing visibly.

You brought your hands to your face, blushing visibly. "But how dare you open my packages?! Give me back that book now! It’s the thousandth time I tell you that I don’t want you to open my packages and every time I come home like a puppy looking for something to snoop on you make other things"

Jake stood up, still holding the book. Wait, wait, you can’t leave me in the middle. The protagonist was going to do something with one of those riders in a pool and had just come to the description... ehm, graphic. You know, this stuff is instructive. Really.»

"Instructive?!" You went to him, trying to grab the book, but Jake raised his arm above his head, keeping it out of his reach. He was taller than you and with that cheeky little smile, he looked at your head to head and saw how red you were both because of the situation in the book but also because you were way too close and he: He wore only a pair of sweatpants and had his toned and sculpted physique.

«Well, yes» he continued with a sneaky smile. «I didn’t expect that Miss Vlogger, where you put all the colorful, cute videos of your trips with your friends had such a dark side... Dark romance, huh? I bet the next package when they see you have reviewed these things will be full of sex toys...?»

You hit him lightly on the chest. " If you don’t give me back the book right away, I swear that I’ll make you appear in one of my vlogs dressed as a character from Bridgerton and you know that I’m not kidding Jake"

Jake laughed, finally lowering the book to hand it. «Okay, okay, here it is, SpicyGirl. But I must say that now i'm curious. Why is a girl all cardigan, always nice, composed, and vlog read stuff so...spicy?»

Took the book with a quick gesture from Jake’s hand trying to regain composure.

"For your information, i'm an eclectic reader, this saga is the saga of the moment on Booktok and they sent me the first 3 books to read, sponsored them, and gave us a detailed review. And you’re a pervert! Next time, leave my packages alone."

Jake falls back on the couch and stretches a little with his hair slightly fluffy and that perverted smile, leaning on the armrest «Sure, sure. But you know,» he said with his head down, «if you need someone to discuss your... readings with, I’m here. That’s why we’re roommates, right? Helping each other, sharing moments of no and fun together!»

You were about to go to your room with the book in your chest. " Not even for an idea, i will share with you what i think of these books, if you are curious you will look at the review that i will publish in a couple of days. And put on a shirt, every time i see you you’re always half naked!"

«You say it, SpicyGirl, and stop being a saint in your books there are more scenes where the protagonists are naked than anything else, and don’t tell me that you don’t like what you see» Screamed Jake as you slammed the door of your room with all red cheeks but with a funny smile.

You were lying on the bed with the book in your hands. You agreed to review the novel at the request of your followers for weeks now, your fyp was flooded with videos on this book but you could not concentrate: each chapter was more intense than the previous one, and the idea of having to tell everything in front of a camera made you uncomfortable. You had already reviewed the romance with spicy scenes and you had no problems but it was the first time you were inspired by dark romance. Meanwhile, Jake was in his room playing online video games with Heeseung.

Jake was chuckling as he pressed the buttons on his controller "Dude, you’re dead for the fifth time. Your team will hate you."

Heeseung puffed in the voice chat << Ah, forget it. My head is elsewhere. My girlfriend is on the sofa reading a book... way too exciting and spicy. Yesterday while we were dining he made me see and read some scenes that there are in this saga of "devils" or "demons" with masks >>

Jake pauses, interested in the words of Heeseung. "Book? Wait... what kind of book?"

Heeseung laughed << You know, one of those super-popular dark romances on TikTok. With sensual covers, devils or demons, forbidden passion, blah blah. She’s obsessed with these things lately, when Cheerleader finishes training she eats and then she gets next to me while I play video games and she reads those books >>

Jake looked at Hee with a surprised expression "Wait a second. It’s called "The Masked Devil"?

Heeseung looked at Jake surprised << Yes, that’s it! How do you know?

Jake chuckled between himself and "Let’s say fate has made me read it. Y/n has to review it and by chance, the other day happened in my hand and I read some scenes. But... doesn’t it bother you that your girlfriend reads these things? I mean, don’t you feel... boh, competitive?"

Heeseung laughed openly << Competition? No, on the contrary! Sometimes we take inspiration from those scenes. You are pleased, and to me... well, it does not matter at all, do not take me for crazy but those scenes are described in detail that it is not difficult to be wrong and it is exciting >>

Jake looked at the gamer with surprise "Get a lead, huh? Like... replicates between you two?"

Heeseung laughed at Jake’s interest. << Exactly. Trust me, it works. >>

Jake leaned against the back of his chair, and some naughty thoughts began to spin in his head. The idea of you reading the same book strikes him differently now. He can’t help but imagine you in one of those scenes: vulnerable, passionate, completely lost in a moment of desire, and a mischievous spark illuminates his gaze.

"Interesting. Very interesting, Heeseung"

<< Why do you have that voice? What are you thinking? >>

Jake with an innocent smile took off his headphones "Nothing, nothing. Just... taking mental notes, you know how it is."

"Jake, whatever you’re thinking, i don’t want to know."

Jake closes the chat and leans to his desk. He looks at the wall that divides his room from yours. He can’t get the idea of recreating one of the scenes in that book out of his head. Not for someone else, but with you. A possessive desire creeps into him, making it difficult to ignore that thought.

You, unaware of Jake’s thoughts, continue reading. You were completely immersed in a particularly intense scene with your face flushed. Your door was ajar. Jake, coming out of his room on the pretext of going to the kitchen, noticed the light on and felt the silence coming from your room. Curiosity devours him. He approached slowly, peeking through the crack.

You were reading quietly and underlining the book a scene "Her hands wrapped around her life, pressing it against the wall with an intensity that made her tremble, N/t was now lost to S/b and S/b began to torture his neck and after a while kissed her with a dominant intensity..."

Jake opens his eyes wide, trying to hold back a laugh. He steps back and hands his hair. The sight of you so immersed affects him more than he wants to admit. Here comes an unhealthy idea: to provoke you and push the game a little further.

You went down in a cuina ready to make yourself a tea. Jake is in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a casual look, but his eyes betray a mischievous spark.

Jake looked at you with a clever smile «Oh, but look who is the queen of reading. You like that boy disguised as a devil, eh»

You looked up and looked bad Jake "I’m working. It’s for the vlog and the book review of the month"

«Sure, sure. I work hard, I guess. That "pressing her against the wall with intensity" is pure literary analysis, isn’t it?»

"Did you spy again?" You felt your cheeks warm up and your hands on the cup became stronger and stronger because you were slightly angry with Jake, he raised his hands in surrender, but without losing his smile «No, no! You read aloud. And anyway, you should be careful with scenes that are so... engaging. You might inspire someone to emulate them.»

You looked at him exasperated but above all embarrassed " Stay away from my books. And my private life, Jake.

Jake came up with a playful look, lowering his voice and putting his head against your shoulder as you were turned around to not show how embarrassed I was but also to put sugar in your tea «I promise nothing, SpicyGirl. You know, you might be more interesting than I thought... especially if you keep giving me ideas like this...creative.»

The atmosphere in the Humanities department was lively as never before. In the corridors, students and teachers discussed the literary phenomenon of the moment: The masked devil. Some professors complained indignantly, calling the book an "insult to trees sacrificed in vain". Others, on the other hand, defended it enthusiastically, claiming that finally the general public could "explore the nuances of human desire".

You were in the middle of this chaos. You heard some of your friends talk about the book with excitement as Heeseung’s girlfriend, while others dismissed it as "pornography disguised for a sex-obsessed audience.

You didn’t want to look like a goody-two-shoes woman because you weren’t, you had also had half-adventures with some guys but you never tried certain things on the other hand, you didn’t want to rediscover as one who was excited only by reading a book and that you would want to redo all the scenes like a lot of girls but also boys wanted to do them with their partners

Lily: Y/n, when is your review coming out? I want to know what you think!

Sunaa: I read the book and I bet you’ll hate it. It’s too "spicy" for you.

Instagram follower (DM): "Y/n, please tell me you love the masked Devil! 😍 I want to know everything about that book and what you think, I bet you’ll like the second book too!"

The pressure was growing. Your agency had also sent several messages, pressing for a quick release of the video. You felt choked: if you said that you liked the book, some of your followers would judge you badly; if you criticized it, you would lose credibility with your audience. Why did you start reviewing books? you loved reading but this seemed so strained...

You were walking back and forth, biting your fingernail and clenching the book. Jake was in his room playing play. You heard the classic sounds of the joystick and the game in the background and some chuckle: he was probably talking to his friends Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon.

You take a deep breath and you know it was a bad idea, but you head to Jake’s room. Knocking quietly, almost hoping he can’t hear you but after a few seconds you hear Jake yelling «Come in».

You slowly opened the door and found him: lying in bed with a sweatshirt almost untied where you could see his toned body, pants of the suit, slightly wet hair because he had just taken a shower, with the nerd glasses intent on throwing some squints with a smile that lit up the whole room while maneuvering the joystick.

She leaned against the back of the bed «Y/n, my favorite roommate. What can I do for you?»

"I need... a favor," you said timidly

«I’m all ears, tell me what you need, Spicygirl.»

"The favor would be...this book." You showed him the book you had in your hand and Jake made a mischievous little sissy

«Oh, that book. Finally, you’re here to admit that you liked it?» You saw him pull himself up from the bed and sit down while he waved to you, sitting on the edge of the bed, and you went slightly embarrassed to sit down, always keeping a distance from him.

"That’s not the point. I need... help to figure something out."

Jake looked at you with a clever smile «I’m all ears.»

"The... you know, the... the "spicy ones." I wonder if... if they’re realistic or not."

God, you were so embarrassed to look at him that you looked at the floor

Jake almost choked on laughter as he heard what you just said «Wait, wait. Do you want me, your lovely roommate, to help you find out if the scenes in that book are replicable?»

"Yes. It’s business, Jake. My followers are expecting an authentic review and i would like to see if those attitudes or scenes can be recreated, some of my friends have recreated them with their boyfriends" you said whispering but Jake had heard you carefully

«So you want to do... field research with me? in plain words would you like to recreate it with me spicy scenes?»

"Don’t say that! You make me sound weird. I don’t have so many male friends, most of them are engaged or I know, I don’t have all this confidence instead you and I have lived together for almost a year and under I trust you, Jake"

Jake’s heart lost some beats when he felt that underneath you trusted him and with his usual golden retriever expression raised his hands in surrender and smiled at you «Ok, okay. Sorry. So, what are you thinking? A particular scene?»

"Maybe the one about kissing against the wall that you heard or stared at the other day" Jake laughed and got up from bed and you did the same thing. Jake approaches slowly, the smile becomes sweeter but with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

«Do you want to recreate the whole scene or what do I know only while I push you against the wall and then give you a little kiss?»

"I think... I think I want to recreate the whole scene"

«Perfect. For the sake of science, let’s see if we can replicate the magic.»

He comes even closer, putting a hand gently on your shoulder.

«Are you sure you can handle me, Y/n? You know maybe you could find out that I’m better than that guy with the devil mask»

"I want to find out," Jake, you said looking him in the eye

Jake laughs, surprised by your answer, and stops for a moment.

«Mmm Y/n, you are more brave than I thought.»

"Please Jake, don’t laugh ok, we have to be professional"

«Laughing? Y/n, this is the most exciting moment of like Weekend!.»

Jake slowly approaches, putting his hand on the wall next to your head, and slightly pushes you with his body against his wall studded with posters of videogames and artists he loved. His breath is mixed with yours, and for a moment no one speaks. Then, with a gentle but decisive movement, it leans slightly at the level of your neck and begins to leave you small skin-hugging kisses above the lobe of your ear, At the neck up to go near your slightly noticeable shoulder blades thanks to the top cardigan you wore. You felt one of his big hands slightly clench a side to get even closer to him and when he heard that you were relaxing he started to torture the part of your neck leaving some kisses but at the same time left some small bites and sucked slightly the part Exposed of your neck gently. It was not rushed or exaggerated, but there was a controlled passion, almost as if Jake himself trying to interpret the scene of the book perfectly.

Little moans leave your lips shaking as Jack kept leaving a trail of light-feathery kisses along your neck and at the same time sucking and biting you slightly «God you have a delicious scent,spicygirl»

You detached yourself slightly from him and had no problem getting close to him and catching your lips with his. You were curious to hear how it was to have his soft lips around you, you felt Jake smile in the kiss when you started to return. It makes you feel bad but at the same time, it makes you feel good. And all this was supposed to be for science only, right?

Jake sticks his tongue in your mouth, eager to explore every crack as he had wanted to do for a while, ever since he first saw you walk into the apartment where you were supposed to live together.

The kiss was absolutely perfect and after a while, you broke off and there before you was Jake smiling at you and bringing a small lock of hair around your ear, it was too nice to be true with his hair ruffled, Lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and cheeks flushed.

«Here. Some scenes can be replicated without effort,» he said with a swaggering smile and strayed slightly away from you

"Yes, you’re right," You said looking at him as he lay down in his bed again

«If you need extra help for the sequel or other chapters, you know where to find me, spicygirl!»

You were sitting in your video corner, with the book in your hands. The camera is on, and the smile you show is the professional one of always, but there’s a streetlight of uncertainty in your eyes. The soft lighting of the set makes the atmosphere cozy.

"Hi everyone, here i’m with the review of the "Masked Devil".

The chat is immediately filled with comments from waiting followers, some asking for the most spicy details others are curious if you liked it or not.

"It’s a book... intense, I would say. Very passionate, with scenes that will certainly not leave indifferent and with much tension between the two protagonists.

You avoid going into details and it’s strange because your reviews are always so exhaustive, just describing the plot and your appreciation for the characters. But you never say what struck you the most.

Follower 1: "Y/n tell us the truth, did you like the Devil with the red mask?!"

Follower 2: "Don’t be vague, we want to know the hot scenes, which ones you liked the most, and which ones you would like to replicate in the future with your partner!"

You laugh nervously when you read the hundreds of comments you were getting "Girls, let’s just say that the red-masked Devil knows how to get attention, okay? I can’t say more, but I recommend you to read it if you are curious and you can also tell me what you liked"

The video ends with you smiling, but you know that you have not fully met your audience’s expectations. However, the vlog makes a boom of views: comments are divided between those who adore you for your class also because not all your audience is over age and those who criticize you for being too vague.

You wake up the next morning with the continuous sound of notifications on your phone. Blinking, you reach out and grab your phone. The screen is full of comments on Instagram, TikTok and YouTube.

Follower 1: "Y/n, the review was nice, but we want to know about SECOND BOOK! 😍

You sighed, with a hand in your messy hair.

You would go through the DM until you find a voice message from T/n, Heeseung’s girlfriend.

T/N (voice message): "Y/n, I saw your vlog! You were too shy, girl. I already read the second book, and trust me, it’s EVEN better. Certain scenes... wow. I’m just telling you that i and Heeseung tried the one on the kitchen table was so exciting😏"

You dropped your phone on the bed and the cheeks immediately inflamed.

You laughed a moment when you read that T/n message "On the kitchen table?! But they’re crazy!"

You can’t stop thinking about the fact that you and Jake only had a duplicate kiss, yet the effect on you was... devastating. The situation was definitely getting out of hand.

Jake was sitting on the couch, fiddling with not much belief on the phone. He had spent the whole afternoon trying to ignore that review video you had made, which kept walking around campus. " Be more yourself", "Y/n you have to tell us which parts you would like to replicate with your partner", "Y/n, in the second book you have to be more exhaustive because it is even hotter and we want to know what scenes you liked and didn’t." The comments were all like that, and Jake was wondering what it meant. She was already perfect as she was, damn it.

He was about to put the phone away when he heard footsteps on the floor and when he looked up what he saw left him breathless.

«What the hell»

You were standing there, by the door of the apartment. You wore a dress that looked sewn on you, a gift from some brand that wanted to exploit your image as a micro-influencer. The soft fabric embraced every curve, with a hint of a neckline that suggested more than it showed, while the side slit revealed an unexpected boldness. The hair was arranged in light waves, the makeup just mentioned, but enough to make you look even more luminous.

Jake swallowed, feeling his heart fail. Damn... he’s trying to kill me.

You stopped surprised by his reaction. It wasn’t the first time he saw you in a dress and you sunk at him with an innocent smile, but also a little amused.

"What? Don’t you like the dress?"

Jake got up from the couch, his hand in his hair, visibly agitated. His gaze glided over you, scanning you from head to toe. You were gorgeous, perfect, and... too provocative to go out like that, at least according to him.

«Y/n, can’t... I mean, do you really think you’re going out like this? This little dress doesn’t even cover your thighs completely, not to mention your bare back» he said with tight teeth, trying to keep calm

"Why not? It’s a dress given by the brand that sponsors the event. Must wear it, Jake and then at these events are all dressed in dresses like this"

Jake approached you, with a look that oscillated between frustrated and possessive.

Jake said in a low, rock-like voice, I’m not saying you’re not beautiful, because you are. Too beautiful. That’s the problem. I don’t want others to look at you as I am looking at you now.» You looked at him, surprised by his words. You didn’t expect such a strong reaction from him and you felt his cheeks blush, but you tried to stay calm.

"Jake, you’re impossible. And anyway, it’s not like everyone is looking at me."

Jake stepped forward, narrowing the distance between them. His smile grew more cheeky.

Oh, baby, they will. Trust my words but remember one thing Y/n,... Whoever is watching you tonight, I’m the only one who knows what it’s like to kiss you, and who could be better than that masked devil.»

You stared at him, eyes wide open and the heart beating wildly. You did not answer but Jake noticed the slight flickering of your lips and with a grin he walked away from you or else he was convinced that he would take you and lock you in his room and leaned back to the sofa, taking a deep breath.

«Go, go. Have fun. But not too much, eh?»

You shook your head, trying to ignore the heat that had taken hold of you. I took my bag, taking a last look at Jake before leaving.

"Don’t worry, golden retriever. I’ll be back safe." You said slightly laughing

Jake watched you disappear through the door with your heart still beating wildly. Golden retriever? He thought to himself, if he would find out what his sick mint was thinking about you with that succinct little dress you wouldn’t call him much Golden Retriever but something darker than maybe only in the books was described. But within him, his darker and more possessive side whispered: Safe and sound, yes. But you’re still mine and sooner or later your body will be mine.

Jake lay on the couch, PlayStation controller in his hands. He had just finished a game session with the boys, but instead of feeling tired, he was more agitated than ever. Every time he looked down at his phone, he hoped to see a notification: a message, a photo, something but nothing. He saw that you had posted stories while dancing with other girls while drinking a drink, and the photo of the place where you could see all Seoul.

His brain was a mixture of images: You in that breathtaking dress, your soft hair moving when you laughed, and that cheeky confidence he carried with him... mixed with his usual shyness. It was a dangerous cocktail that made him crazy.

To distract himself, Jake opened TikTok. He was streaming video to video, but his algorithm seemed to decide to torture him with clips of girls reviewing spicy books.

"If you loved the first book in this series, wait until you read the second. It’s even more spicy and intense."

Jake got stuck.

"Wait a minute..."

He rose from the couch, walking slowly towards the bookcase. There, tucked between a book and some university textbooks, was the second volume of that cursed saga. He took it in hand, studying the cover with a raised eyebrow.

"More intense than the first, huh? As if Y/n hadn’t already gone into tilt with that."

She couldn’t resist. She sat down at the kitchen table, opening the book in the chapter where the girl who had made the tik tok suggested a scene to how spicy. It was enough to read a few paragraphs to make him lift his eyes, almost incredulous.

"What the hell... this second masked devil doesn’t joke, he’s even more deranged and perverted than the first?"

Each page he browsed was more explicit than the previous one. Scenes of seduction, desire, and dialogue that seemed written to make anyone blush. Jake found himself biting the inside of his cheek, imagining Y/n reading these things.

He ran his hand through his hair, letting herself go against the back of the chair.

"And I thought the first one was too much for her. This will blow up."

But then, a new idea came into his head. Maybe... maybe Y/n would need help to deal with it. He had already had difficulties with the first one, even asking him to replicate some scenes to better understand. With the second book, the situation would be more intense.

A slow smile formed on his lips.

"I think your golden retriever is still available, Y/n."

He decided to close the book before letting go of too many dangerous thoughts. He put it back in its place, but could not shake the images that the words had evoked. God, there were scenes where he made his beloved feel good by fucking her with his fingers in a pool, against the wall of a theater that was not banned he was fucking or there was also a scene of two boys and a girl, who had definitely closed the book and started laughing.

When the clock was at one o'clock, Jake was still awake. He had read a couple of physics chapters to distract herself, then spent another ten minutes watching TikTok tutorials for a new skincare routine. But every now and then his thoughts would go back there, to Y/n, to the book, and to the night they shared that kiss.

Heard the apartment door open. Jake stood up and dropped his physics book on the table. His heart was beating fast you had no idea how long he’d stayed awake just to make sure I’d come back safe.

And above all... to understand how the hell he would deal with that cursed book.

You looked at him surprised when you saw Jake in his pajamas and his nerd glasses and there was a book of physics on the couch. "Are you still awake?"

Jake didn’t answer immediately. He came up to you without even thinking about it and hugged you. His arms closed around you in an instinctive gesture as if he wanted to make sure that you were really there, safe and sound; and that no boy had touched you. You stiffened for a moment, surprised by that gesture but then you released against his comfortable chest and Jake inspired your delicious scent of cherry and vanilla that every time he felt it went crazy. But just when the hug could become sweet and reassuring, his most possessive and provocative part came out. He looked away slightly, looking down at you with his eyebrow raised and a small grin that had formed on his lips.

«So? How was the evening?»

"It was a fantastic evening" I replied by sitting next to him. Crossing their legs and setting the hem of the dress aware of Jake’s gaze. "There were so many people! And I met the writer of "The Masked Devil". He even told me that he saw some of my reviews and in particular the one I put on his book a few days ago."

Jake tilted his head and looked at you. «What do you think? Does she like them?»

"Yes, she liked it. But..." you nibbled on your lip. "She said I should be more specific. You know, especially in the scenes... those more... spicy scenes. Now even the little girls are curious to know what it’s like to have experiences like this with boys and some scenes can be recreated as we did with the kiss that we gave each other..."

Jake smiled when he heard you talking about the kiss as you had enjoyed it too and surely thought of it much more than you should think.

«Have you already started the second book of the saga?»

You’re just getting stiff. "Yes... but I’m only at the beginning," you said avoiding your gaze.

«Oh yes?» Jake raised an eyebrow. «And where did you stop? By chance...» He paused dramatically, giving a sneering smile. «Did you stop at the scene where the Masked Devil makes his beloved feel good with his fingers? His fingers moved slowly, precisely, touching every nerve as if he knew my body better than I did. But after a while, he put another finger inside me and started pumping and cumming them and at that moment I lost my head. I don’t remember the words very well but in practice was that the scene true, Y/n?»

You looked at him shocked and your cheeks became even redder. "Jake! You... did you read where I stopped?" Your voice was a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. "I told you not to touch my things!"

«I couldn’t resist» he admitted, laughing. «And then, admit it is an interesting scene.» He approached your body, his smile became more mischievous. «Would you... replicate it with me?»

You hit him again on the arm, but this time with more force. " You’re so perverted Jake, it’s not because we kissed now you want to replicate all those scenes"

Jake laughed, the sound deep and sincere. «Come on, I was joking!» Then he bowed his head, staring at you with a look that had a shadow of seriousness. «But if I wanted...I would be there.»

Jake got up and went to his room to start getting ready for bed with a little grin. Your heart was beating fast, and the room suddenly seemed smaller and you finally went to your room as well as your refuge but the writer’s words kept echoing in your head. "A girl like you should be more thorough. Maybe... try things too, to really understand how to tell them."

It was a tip that made you blush to the ears. You, try those things? You weren’t that kind of girl. You were shy but at the same time extroverted with people you knew and preferred to explore the world through book pages, not replicate scenes. Yet... Jake had shown you that some things weren’t so impossible.

You sat on the bed, staring at the floor. "Is it feasible? Can I do that?" You asked biting your lower lip. In the end, you sighed If you had to choose someone to try with, Jake was the perfect person. He was spontaneous and playful, and his protective side the golden retriever always made you feel comfortable, even when he acted slightly perverted or when he replied with double-sided answers.

While you were thinking, you heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom. You got up without even thinking about it, still in the short dress you had worn for the event, and opened the bathroom door.

Jake was there, as every night, brushing his teeth. Bare-chested, low-waisted pajamas, and that air of not knowing how attractive he was. When he saw you coming in, he raised an eyebrow, the toothpaste popping out of his mouth in a funny smile.

«Hey,» he muttered, his voice slightly kneaded as he spoke with the toothbrush in his mouth. «What are you doing here? Do you need a mirror?»

You crossed your arms trying to mask the nervousness. "No, I just... wanted to talk about something."

Jake flushed his mouth and wiped himself with a towel, then turned to you with a disarming smile. «Talk? To me? At this time? It must be important.»

You avoided his gaze, staring at the sink. "I was thinking... of the book. The second book of The Masked Devil. "

Jake leaned on the furniture, crossing his arms over his chest. «Ah yes? The scene of the fingers, right?» he asked, in a mischievous tone.

You looked up, blinking him with your eyes. "Jake, stop."

Jake stared at you, the smile slowly spreading as the meaning of his words became clear to him. «Oh, I understand.» He stepped towards you, his eyes twinkling with fun mixed with something deeper. «Would you... repeat that scene with me?»

"I just want to see if... it’s feasible. Like in the book."

Jake came closer again, his body so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his skin. «And what part of the book do you want to replicate exactly?»

He asked, his voice becoming lower, almost a whisper. «The one where he makes her crazy with his fingers?»

Swallow with your heart pounding in her chest. "I don’t know," you replied, trying to keep my voice still. " It depends... on you, would you be willing or not?."

Jake tilted his head, looking at you with an enigmatic smile. Then he raised a hand and gently placed it on your side, sliding his thumb along the edge of the dress. «I am always available for you,Y/n» he said, the tone was playful but with a shadow of seriousness. «You must tell me. I won’t do anything you don’t want and if you feel uncomfortable just tell me and I’ll stop.»

"Thank you, Jake. Can we read it together for a moment and then replicate it?" Jake nodded yes and you went to your room and sat down, you with the book in hand and Jake beside you reading things under his voice did the devil masked with his girlfriend.

«Lie down Y/n, legs slightly on the edge of the bed.» You sat down as Jake suggested and felt his big venous hands between your hips pulling you slightly between the edge of the bed and gently but also slightly with possession Jake pushed up your dress lightly around your hips until he saw Your black thong and innately thoughts invaded his head. «You know that this is not a real game for me, Y/n?» Said yes with my head knelt slightly looked at the thong and said something you would not have imagined that sweet Golden Retriever nerd version had told you.

«Who would have thought that the good girl who does vlogger wear a thong also to go to an event of only influencers? Don’t tell me you’re a good girl because to my mind you seem a little slut who absolutely wants my attention and who asks shyly to be able to recreate some dirty scenes that you read in those books but now you’ll get it»

You heard Jake give you little kisses where there was that little layer of cloth and for you, it was a real torture because his hands were around your knees and he didn’t move them at all to put them in your already slightly wet pussy.

"Jake, please" Jake laughed at your insolence, where was the shy girl who filmed funny vlogs or who got embarrassed while reading those spicy parts in the book?

A hand of his slowly began to rise up to your thigh and his mouth started giving you small kisses around your buttocks, he bit slightly on your thighs to feel your sighs become more and more needy.

«Use your mouth to tell me what to do, baby, if you don’t tell me what to do I’ll stand there all night driving you crazy. You read what the masked devil was doing to his girlfriend a few minutes ago so, speak, Y/n» You took his defiant look and raised your eyes, slightly pulled your hair, and said: "Touch me please" Jake laughed because he wanted to ruin you.

«You have to be more specific»

"Oh my god, stop doing that to me. Touch me where you kissed me before you started torturing my buttocks" Jake was literally testing you and loved to see that underneath you were definitely a good girl because you didn’t want to say the word "pussy". When he pulled down your thong your clitoris was already wet and slightly slimy, Jake hisses in appreciation of the sight of your pussy, and let out a moan of pleasure in seeing you so needy of him, slipped a finger between your vaginal lips to surround your clitoris. «Holy shit, you’re so wet» You pulled your hair again, and with a smile without warning put another finger get into that tight pussy.

«You look so needy of me that you don’t seem a good girl» Put two big fingers in your pussy at once, up to the knuckle, and moan his name, "Jakey is too much" You heard his laugh and began to pump until you were accustomed to the length of his fingers inside you and as in the book that you had read before he put the third finger inside you and while pumping at the same time he bent and curled his fingers to make you feel All three of them. You were seriously ecstatic by the sensations you felt, the groans that came out of your lips, and while Jake looked at you so lost and excited for him with another finger she started to tease your clitoris and pinch it slightly to make you come only thanks to him.

"Jake, I’m coming" You felt his fingers pumping even harder and at the same time an adrenaline rush invaded you and white sticky, and slimy sperm invaded your pussy and Jake’s fingers, you tried to stand up slightly, But you felt Jake give you some light pussy licks and he took a finger close to his mouth and sucked it.

«Well, I can say that I have fulfilled your forbidden dream and that perhaps the things represented in those books can be really realized.»

Jake returns from a long day at the university. The living room light is off, but he notices your bedroom door closed. He knows you’re home because your shoes are by the entrance, but he hasn’t seen you for more than a few minutes or talked to you in days. He lets himself fall on the sofa with a sigh, passing his hand through his messy hair.

«What the hell did I do?»

Think back to that scene on the bed, his hand that drew circles on your skin, and when you moaned his name. At that moment he had found you relaxed, even comfortable with him. But now? Now you were avoiding all interaction with him. The idea that you might feel uncomfortable or, worse, disgusted with him haunted him.

You were lying on the bed, phone in hand looking for distractions between your friends' messages and your followers' comments. But Jake’s thought keeps coming back. Every time you close your eyes, you still feel the warmth of his hands and hate yourself for letting it happen. Not because you didn’t like it - in fact, it’s the opposite. You liked it so much that it was days before you fell asleep you remembered in your mind the kisses and how good they made you feel.

"Ugh, you’re pathetic."

You turn to your side, staring at the book still on its bedside table. That book has kindled something in you, but now you can’t even look at it without thinking about Jake and how the line between you two has faded too fast.

You were with some friends at the bar of the faculty and with the girlfriend of Heeseung and does not miss the opportunity to tease you.

T/N << Oh, you’ve already finished reading the second book? Or are you too busy "experimenting" with your roommate? >>

You choked on his coffee, blushing violently.

"Nothing like that happens!"

<< Sure, sure. It’s just that Jake doesn’t seem to be the type to quit easily. And honestly? He looks at you as if you were his favorite snack and we can also admit it is really sexy but at the same time has that sweet face that would make any girl crazy. >>

The other girls laugh, but you can’t get it out of your head. Maybe T/N was right. Maybe Jake didn’t touch you just for fun or curiosity. And maybe, your problem was that you didn’t mind the idea.

You came back late hoping to find Jake already in bed but instead, he was sitting at the kitchen table with an open physics book and a cup of tea next to it. When he saw you, he stood up immediately but did not approach.

«Hey,» you looked at him for a moment smiled at him, and then sat down on the sofa without answering. Jake moved slowly, sitting in the chair opposite her.

«Can we talk? you’ve been avoiding me for days and I miss spending time with you even just to have a cup of tea» he said looking at you like a puppy

"There’s nothing to say, Jake. I miss spending time with you too but" didn’t stop you talking as he came closer to you.

«Yes, it is. Y/n, if you want me to step aside or... find somewhere else to stay I can go to Jay or Sunghoon, I understand. But please don’t ignore me like that. You’re driving me crazy.»

You looked at him, surprised by his frustration. There was sincerity in his eyes, and the knot in his throat loosened a little when he heard you speak.

"I don’t want you to leave." Jake relaxes slightly, leaning on the back.

«Okay, then help me figure out how not to ruin everything with you?»

You laid your hand and stirred his slightly long tuft and smiled at him.

"You never ruined anything, Jake" and you hugged him timidly feeling your heart beat.

After that argument with Jake things seemed to be "normal" between you two. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop on your knees, pretending to be working on a new video for your channel. In fact, your ears were tuned to the noise coming from Jake’s room where he was getting ready to go out and when he did, your heart skipped a beat.

Jake wears a black shirt with slightly swaggy sleeves and jeans that fit him perfectly. The hair is in a studied disorder, and the perfume he put on seems to fill the whole apartment. When he sees you, he leans nonchalantly against the wall and smiles in a cheeky way.

«What do you think? I’m presentable enough to get the attention of some girls?»

You looked at him for a moment, trying to look indifferent, but you felt a squeeze in your chest. It’s too good. Too much. And the idea of other girls touching him makes your blood boil.

"You will definitely impress someone. I would say too much."

Jake raises an eyebrow, amused by your tone, and approaches the couch. He bends slightly, looking straight into your eyes.

«Jealous, Spicy Girl?»

"Jealous? Of you? Pff".

«Oh, so you don’t care if someone tries to kiss me tonight?»

You’re a little stiff, and Jake doesn’t miss the slightest change in your expression. He enjoys too much to see how badly you hide him.

"You do what you want, it’s your life. I bet you’ll get in trouble and call me."

«Ah, so you think of me when I go out with my friends. Interesting.»

You stare at him with defiance, but inside you, there is a storm. Every fiber of your being wants to tell you to stay, but your rational mind blocks you. Jake comes even closer, lowering himself to your ear with his low, warm voice.

«For the record, there will be no one like you this evening. You know, in case you were wondering.»

You feel the heat rising to your face, but it refuses to give way.

You feel the heat rising to your face, but it refuses to give way.

"Go, Jake. I’m sure your "friends" are waiting for you, you don’t want to be late". You said coldly

Jake retracts, but the cheeky smile remains on his lips. He puts on his jacket and heads for the door, taking one last look at you.

«Try not to think too much about me, okay?»

And with a quick nod, he leaves the apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You let yourself fall on the couch, your heart beating fast and a mix of anger and... something that you don’t even want to admit to yourself.

After a few minutes, you were seriously angry with yourself and so you wrote to Heeseung’s girlfriend if she wanted to surprise him and presented you at the place where they had gone then about an hour later you entered Armleaved with T/N, in a black cocktail dress, Elegant but with a touch of sensuality that makes you feel confident. You have carefully chosen your accessories and your hair is smooth and frames your face, with a loving smile you approach the group of Heeseung and Jungwon, who welcome you warmly, Complimenting you on your outfit but your eyes are fixed on Jake who is talking to a girl and seconds later as if he felt someone was looking at him, Jake turns slightly and sees you laughing with Heeseung and Jungwon’s girlfriends but his eyes were glued to your body.

«Fuck. What the hell is she doing here, dressed like that? It’s not possible. It didn’t have to be so... all show. Those clothes that show more than they should» he thinks to himself, Jake stands up sharply, interrupts the conversation with the girl, and walks firmly towards you. He doesn’t greet you like a normal friend, not even as a normal roommate. There’s something different about his attitude. He is not only curious or worried. He is angry and possessive.

You turn around, smiling as he approaches, but when you see him closer, your smile shakes a little. Jake is about to say something, but he stops for a moment, looking at you once more. His breath is heavier, and his eyes stare intensely at your body as if he wanted to possess you with the look.

«So, this is your game, huh? Let everyone around you see... Wearing (gesturing with the finger in the direction of his dress) this piece of cloth?» you were slightly surprised but a small smile made its way into your mouth.

"Jake, what’s the matter with you? I was bored at home and I wrote to T/N if he wanted to come with me to this club where his boyfriend was also there. I’m alone with the guys, you don’t have to be so..."

«It’s not them I’m talking about, Y/n. It’s you. You didn’t have to be so pretty and show yourself like that.» Jake ran his hands through his hair and even his tongue passed between his lips slightly cracked from the cold. You smiled and went to T/N’s to talk and after a while, with the careful look of Jake and Heeseung you were down on the dance floor Jake never left you with his eyes and after 10 minutes he was tired of this situation and came up to you and took you slightly by the hips and whispered. «Want to get some fresh air, Spicy Girl? The place is getting too crowded for you.»

You knew it was an excuse to take you out of the club and I said no with my head but he took your pulse slightly and started walking towards the exit

"Jake, what... what are you doing?"

He looked at you with a bold and dangerous smile, making a gesture towards the door. «You’re too perfect to be here. I want to take you home. I see how they look at you, how they want you. But you are not made for them. You are made for me. And now, come with me.»

Jake does not wait for an answer. He grabs you with delicacy, but with the force that leaves no doubt. At that moment, his mind is on fire. It is not only the physical desire that drives him but something more. A visceral need to have you all to yourself, without more interference, without more third-party players.

"Jake, but I..."

«Don’t talk, Y/n. Come with me. I want to show you something. I want to make you feel what I read. I want you to understand how much you’ve been driving me crazy for months now»

When you arrived at your apartment, you took off your shoes but after a few moments, Jake trapped you between the wall behind you and he put his hands on your hips, pulling you to himself. You felt dizzy, was it really happening?! put a finger on your chin and raise your head. He loved the expression of your red face, and your trembling lips and eyes. You were so scared, but at the same time so excited and you could see that you had just done it to make him jealous and to get his attention. Jake presses his cock against your dressed pussy, smiling as you instinctively push your hips against him and groan, noticing your reaction, Jake slowly rubs his dick against your clitoris again, and you moan in his mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and put your hands on Jake’s muscular shoulders, your nails sticking into the skin still wearing your shirt and feel your dress pull up, Making you hiss and groan for the cold air that hit your legs and your sensitive pussy. Jake pushed his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth at will while you rubbed gently on his jeans-clad cock.

He heard how wet you were by putting your palm between your panties and wanted to drive you crazy «Fuck, you’re even soggier than last time. Bet when I was out training or class you were touching yourself thinking of me, right, y/n» you annulet slightly and a grin took hold of Jake’s face. «Let’s see if I’m even better than that masked devil, turn around and sit between my legs, I want to make you come like in that scene where he fucks his girlfriend in front of the mirror» obey Jake’s request feeling too excited to answer. He pulls you closer to him by the hips and starts playing with your clitoris, rubbing incredibly slowly. you have leaned towards him, turning your head to hide your face in his neck, but he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. You pushed slightly over his cock and felt how hard it was but your concentration was on Jake’s fingers around your pussy.

«Look. Look how pretty you are while I fuck you with my fingers in front of the mirror, who knows later how it will be to see you not only in front of me but also thanks to the mirror reflection take my dick as a good girl» lowers your panties and looks through the mirror while Jake spreads your wet folds, showing you your swollen clitoris and tight hole. " Jake, pls" was embarrassing to see, so you tried to close your legs, but Jake was quick to use his other hand, forcing you to open your legs again.

Jake shoves two knuckles into your pussy and starts pumping in and out of you at a steady pace, you’ve never felt anything like this before, No one had ever shown you how excited I could be and was full of emotions, especially in front of a mirror where you saw all excited and Jake’s fingers pumping at an incensing rhythm; It was both too good and too overwhelming, but you couldn’t ask Jake to stop even if you were terribly embarrassed to see you like that, not when you were feeling so high at the time.

«Holy shit people are right to say that those dirty sex scenes can be replicated, Y/n after this session you can tell everyone how excited you were but the problem is that these things you can do only with me and with no one else» pressed her thumb against your clitoris, surrounding it. Your back bowed as you tried with all your strength not to moan loudly "Jakie, pls is too nice" Jake pushes his fingers deeper inside you and hits a specific point, Start moving your fingers faster but keep hitting that spot you love so much. He made you crazy and as he fills you with his fingers feel his cock rubbing more and more against your ass and feel how Jake was holding back so that it didn’t explode immediately. Use your other hand to massage your clitoris at a much, much more violent pace than last time. You moan her name, louder than ever until you hear your clitoris pulsate. The sight of you two being lost like that in front of the mirror made your head spin. He pulled you incredibly closer to him, kissing you along the neck as both his hands worked on your pussy: One touched you and the other abused your clitoris until you came Jake put his hands to his mouth and started sucking it and the reflection you saw was so perverse, you completely out of your mind, Jake with the ruffled hair, His lips full, his fingers full of slimy cum, he who carried his fingers to taste your sperm and after a while brought a finger around your lips and licked your own semen.

Jake made you relax a little bit but after a while, he felt his cock too hard push against his jeans, turned you around and his lips never left your skin for even a moment, sweet noises of kisses rang in your ears. You get a thousand chills when you feel Jake lower the straps of your dress and you’re dead skin until it reached your breast and started with one hand to tease him and gently squeeze him instead of the other sucking your already terribly hard nipples. " Jake, I need you. I don’t care at all to recreate those scenes, I just want you right now" Jake growled in a low voice when he heard this confession from you and slightly pushed his hips to get his jeans and at the same time his boxer shorts, you were sitting between his legs and his hard cock was banging lightly against his V-line, it was big, a little red and full of liquid and you licked your lips at the sight of him so vulnerable but at the same time excited thanks to you.

«Do you trust me, Y/n?» you said yes with your head, he pumped some of his cock, the muscles of his arm swelled up with every movement and you were enchanted to see his big hands veined around his dick.

When it entered inside you a loud cry came out of your mouth, tears stung your eyes as you felt tense only by its tip that slid in. " God is so big, Jake. put your hands on me his hips I want to hear you all" Exhalaste, the eyes that lowered to check, Jake put his big hands on your hips. You were panicked, the head that turned when you saw how much length he still had left. Jake whimpered at your narrow walls that swallow him so well and when he brought you closer to him, you felt all his cock inside of you and it was a wonderful feeling You got up slowly and after a while, you started riding it with the same succinct dress that you had put on to make it go away, Your breast flashed slightly to every push that you took the cock of Jake and with one hand held you by the back and with the other he clutched a breast and with the mouth sucked your nipple. You felt every inch of him, the way he pulsed, the way he grew incredibly bigger each time your walls were tightened, the way he effortlessly hit all your sensitive points: you could feel everything about him. Your head began to spin, whining for the pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm you.

"Jakey" whimpered, leaving little suckers in his neck. he hummed in response, shivering every time your walls were tightened on him. "Faster, give me faster." He panicked, Jake, his body stiff as he stared at your dazed expression. He pushed his hips and his dick even more deep inside you Whatever you want, baby, you’re taking it like a good girl. Turn your head and look at you riding my dick» You were slightly still a little embarrassed by the situation but when you turned I saw you so overwhelmed with Jake’s cock pumping inside of you while you rode it like in the scene of the book.

You shivered, whining as deep as it was coming. You could hear the thick head of his cock knocking on your deeper walls, stomach almost swollen from the pressure. " Jake please", you whiny, "it’s too much for me."

«You’ll come for me, y/n? do it, baby. let me see... let me see how good you are to me as you come around my dick.» Jake was dizzy, his eyes were focused on the way your face writhed nicely or the way your boobs bounced off each push, or the way your hair fell on your face, He had imagined this scene a lot of times when he read by chance that scene in the second book.

«Fuck», sighed Jake, the shivers passed through his body. could feel your walls writhing and huddling around him, munching his cock greedily. He kissed your neck, «just a little more, okay?»

Before you could ask him what he meant, his hips had already started moving, setting a brutal rhythm from the beginning without letting you rest. " Fuck! Fuck, Jake!" you sobbed, trembling sensibly.

In the midst of the brutal rhythm, you could feel Jake’s cock pulsating deep inside you, signaling his own orgasm. you screamed, leaving more scratches on his chest, trembling when you felt his sperm cover your walls. Jake stayed inside you for a while and when he pulled out the white sperm dripped all over your walls, hugged you to himself and gave you small kisses on the forehead and in the slightly sweaty hair, He felt how your heart was beating fast and so did he.

Morning light filtered gently through the curtains, creating soft reflections on the room. You woke up slowly, with your body still wrapped in Jake’s warm embrace, he was beautiful with his hair ruffled, lips slightly open and his arms clinging to his chest, he was like a big adorable puppy... an incredibly sexy puppy. You moved slightly towards him and, without thinking too much, you put your lips gently into his. Your mouth sought his in a gesture of affection that you did not know exactly how to explain, but that seemed to come from the bottom of your heart. You tried to move slowly, but Jake made a small roar and pulled you even closer, holding you as if you were his favourite pillow.

«Don’t go anywhere... you’re too comfortable.»

Laugh, have fun. It was amazing how he could be so irresistibly tender even when he was awake. You caressed his hair gently, as he sank his face into the curve of his neck.

"Jake, you’re like a giant koala. How can I move if you hold me like this?"

Jake finally opened an eye, looking at you with a sleepy smile but a cunning smile

«You can’t. That’s the plan. I’ll keep you here forever!»

I hope you like it:) I had a lot of fun writing this one-shot about Jake. I think he is one of the easiest members to write stories with for his character that comes out through the en-o-clock or various videos about him.

©cutehoons02 all rights reserved 2025.

[jesuistrestriste]

I love gooner!art I really do but I wish more ppl where into android!art... the possibilities are endless, I need him to short circuit idc idc

android!art who's supposed to be just a simple house bot to help you clean around the house, but sees you coming home from work stressed as always and searches up the best ways to distress a woman... you think he's just offering a sweet massage... please match my freak!!

⭕️ android!art leading you over to your living room’s soft sofa, his touch warm and tender—moreso than you’d initially expect from a being made of plastic, and silicone, and metal. his tears were saline solution, his spit was some sort of lubricant to keep his mouth and throat wet enough for him to sound human when he spoke, and he didn’t sweat. he was artificial.

but when he sat you on the couch, his touch felt anything but. he stroked your cheek and listened to you drone on about your horrible day. and while you were halfway through the recounting of it, he did something he hadn’t done before.

“let me help you relax,” his voice hummed, low and steady, and then his hand was sliding down your abdomen to let his fingers unbutton your pants.

the fly of your bottoms was undone so quick that it made your head spin. he looked back up to your eyes and held your gaze while his hand—previously only used to help you get various chores done around the house—slipped down into your underwear. while his touch felt human, his movements were mechanical. not in a way that made them stiff, but in a way that felt all-too-perfect. his thumb didn’t catch on your underwear’s elastic waistband, he was applying just the right amount of pressure, his middle and ring finger immediately found your—

Oh.

your eyes fluttered, your breathing hitched. he nodded, watching all of your reactions and analyzing those to determine your preferences.

“that’s it..” he speaks, now almost as breathless as you, “just like that.. relax, i’ve got you now.. you don’t have anything you need to worry about..”

his voice was hypnotic in the way it shook your defenses and lulled you into a state of unbelievable bliss. you had almost wanted to stop him, tell him that he didn’t have to do this for you, but the syllables died in your throat and morphed into a strangled cry as he started to rub quicker circles.

“fuck!” you shudder, reaching down reflectively to hold his wrist.

he nodded again. his blue eyes roaming your face. the LED on his temple flicked from blue to yellow and then back to blue.

“i just did a scan of your body and its systems, i hope that’s okay.. your heart-rate is elevated, and your arousal is.. well, you’re about to have an orgasm.”

your hips buck against his touch and your back arches from the cushions. the word ‘orgasm’ coming from his usually incredibly clean vocabulary just makes all of it feel filthier.

“this will make you feel so much better, i promise.. you’re almost there.. i—“ he swallows thickly, “i want you to come.”

was that a programmed response in him?

did cyberlife program him to speak that way when he’s touching someone like this?

or.. or was that just him?

the possible answer is snuffed out in your mind by blinding waves of heat and pleasure, a strangled cry falling from your lips as he leans into your side and observes you as you fall apart. his fingers circle relentlessly, and your moans start to dissolve into choked whimpers when he pushes you to the point of overstimulation. he must know what hes doing.. he has to.

“almost done,” he croons, “shh, shh.. it’s better to ride it out until it’s completely out of your system. sometimes that means pushing yourself just a bit longer than normal. trust me,” it almost sounds like he’s begging you to let him keep going.

and so you do.

and you don’t get mad at him when he “accidentally” drags you through two more climaxes. after the third and final release, though, the color of his LED is hard to ignore.

red.

[bagels-and-cream-cheese333]

RAPH FICS.

WARNING: I HAVE A FUCKED UP TASTE IN LITERATURE. A LOT OF THESE COVER VERY SERIOUS TOPICS. READ THE SUMMARY I GIVE OF THE FICS AND READ THE TAGS, DON’T PURPOSEFULLY TRIGGER YOURSELF, PLEASE AND THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY. 

Here I am, giving my concerning amount of ROTTMNT Raph fics to you :) the poll I made got an astounding almost 100% yes soooo I’m guessing y’all want these <3 also PS it is VERY IMPORTANT to read the trigger warnings in the actual fic because I might not cover all of them/forget a couple!!

defective by a_rutabaga - oneshot

defective - a_rutabaga - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Prison Dimension Raph tries to protect his brothers, but just ends up hurting everyone (including himself) in the process. It’s not pretty (I’m lying it’s very handsome I absolutely adore this fic.) I will say that it’s made for the prison dimension turtles AU, which you should TOTALLY CHECK OUT. THAT AU IS INCREDIBLE. TW for body horror, mind manipulation and control <3 and just overall bad things happening :)

Survivor’s Guilt by JupiterJimsBootyyyShaker - multichapter, ongoing

Survivor’s Guilt - Chapter 1 - JupiterJimsBootyyyShaker - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Touches on the guilt Raph has after Leo sacrificed himself, and the consequences of the Kraang. Siiighhhh I adore this fic <3 everything from the overwhelming, debilitating guilt to Raph refusing to leave Leo’s side? Muah. No notes. Perfect. TW for nightmares, vomiting, guilt obv, refusing to eat, and technically self harm in the first chapter.

deep gut by ironAdage - oneshot

deep gut - ironAdage - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Raph’s trauma catches up to him, and he overeats. Again. And again. And again. Or Raph develops bulimia: the fic. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa…… oh my god this fic was AMAZING. SHOWSTOPPING. PERFECT EVEN. definitely showed me that I have some things Very Very (that’s two verys) Wrong with my brain, but wtv fuck it we ball. This just shows his mental state and everything AMAZINGLY. Ugh it’s beautiful <3 TW for bulimia, shame, the works. 

Hold On, Pain Ends by douchegrayson <3 - multichapter, completed

Hold On, Pain Ends - Chapter 1 - douchegrayson - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Raph deals with the aftermath of the Kraang <3 basically another aftermath fic. AAAAAAAA but BRO. This hurt in the best way possible. Absolutely adore this <3 the ending? WOW. NEVER THOUGHT THAT MEDIA COULD TOUCH ME LIKE THIS. Just go read it guys it’s amazing <3

and then.. we have…..

the quarantine series by somethin-strange - multichapter, ongoing

quarantine - Somethin_Strange - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

An entirely new take on Raph’s experience with the Kraang. Genuinely cannot sing enough praises for these fics, definitely some of the best I’ve ever fuckin read. Jesus Christ guys just go read it I need more ppl to talk to about this <3 and honestly it has something for everyone. It has Leo angst, Donnie angst, Mikey angst, even Splinter and April and Casey Jr. get their moments. Honestly TW for like SO MANY things though, mind control, manipulation, themes of SA, needles, major blood n gore, and probably more since those are just off the top of my head. But goddamn is it good. Check it out.

The Foundation by LotusFlair - multichapter, ongoing

The Foundation - Chapter 1 - LotusFlair - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

This has got to be my (tied) second fav raph author ever because WHAT THE FUCK

this goddamn fic. has messed up my mental state. it is rearranging my brain waves as we speak. I can’t think normally anymore this fic is just BURROWED in there. Basically Raph gets excluded by his siblings <3 <3 not on purpose. But damn. It’s written so well. And then mystic powers go brrrrr and then brain n brawn and then sunset duo and then magnetic twins and baby raph AAAAAAA. My explanation skills are absolute shit but cmon. ITS AMAZING. THE CHARACTERIZATION? ON POINT. WRITING? EVEN MORE ON POINT. TRAUMAAAA?? don’t get me started

Eventful Night by The_Most_Neon_Leon

Eventful Night - Chapter 1 - The_Most_Neon_Leon - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Look guys. I know. I know… only one chapter.. but that will not stop me from aggressively crushing on this fic. I think about it atleast twice a week. I HAD A DREAM ABOUT IT. and chapter two is canonically in the works so <3 basically Raphie has nightmares blah blah comforts Mikey’s there, Kraang angst. Very good fic. Love it. 

ain’t much that’s dumber by rolameny - multichapter, completed

ain't much that's dumber - Chapter 1 - rolameny - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Guys I don’t think y’all understand the sheer amount of illness I feel about this fic whenever it’s mentioned. The brain worms have successfully wormed into my brain. I can’t even pick one solid thing about this fic to focus on because it’s ALL. SO. GOOD. GO READ IT. also this author is the other author tied for my second fav Raph author (take a shot everytime i say author, you’ll end up dead)

and then just every single one of somethin_strange’s raph fics ahem ahem who said that.

One of Them Days by goldenspecter - oneshot

One of Them Days - goldenspecter - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Can you tell my ability to summarize these fics is going down auwjekcmwkjw… anyway. FANTASTIC FIC!!! Love when Donnie comforts Raph <333 Raph with depressive episodes my beloved <333 brains and brawn will never fail to get my brain going vrrooommmmmmm

Several Studies in Scarlet by douchegrayson <3 - multichapter, ongoing

Several Studies in Scarlet - Chapter 1 - douchegrayson - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Ooooaoahwhwkdkdm this is LITERALLY SO GOOD. I mean everything by douchegrayson is but THIS ESPECIALLY <3 LOVE IT <3 the fourth chapter… definitely hit different. Honestly I absolutely love the idea of this,  it’s always been bouncing around in my brain that Raph was fundamentally different from his bros, but this chapter put that into words in the best way possible. Also love how short it was but how I was able to feel every sentence <3

Anyhow that’s all!! For now. I have like 100 more but I’m getting a lil tired from summarizing them so if the people want a part two then it’ll likely just be same title format, links to the fic, and a copy/pasted summary.

[yume-joshi]

Barbatos' H-Scene!!

for all my lazy ppl or y'all who aren't at chap 7 yet, here's all of barb's scene transcribed below the cut!! if you'd like any other whb scenes or anything transcribed, just send in an ask :33 maybe I'll do this with gamigin's, too, if ppl like this.. 0_o

NOTES: if there is any text which differs from the game, just ignore it!! OCR's do NOTT do well with the mass amount of whb punctuation..

WARNINGS: pure smut, breeding kink, public/ outdoor sex, spoilers for whb (nothing new!), long post

EXTRA: want the visual? scroll to the bottom! :3

Before you and the devils of Hades' had even left the castle,

You found yourself stepping into a place you never expected (?) to see.

A garden bathed in warm sunlight, filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, vibrant with hues of blue, red, and green.

MC: (In this dreary... no, desolate Hades, there's actually a place like this...?)

Whenever you entered Hades, it always felt as if the sunlight was insufficient, as if it had been dimmed by the very nature of the realm. But now, you began to wonder if this garden alone was being specially favored by the sun.

It seemed like a plausible theory, especially since the garden's owner was an ardent worshipper of the sun.

Barbatos: You know, all illnesses can be healed beneath the sun, MC?

Despite having poisoned you with his own hands, Barbatos beamed brightly, asking the question with a smile that almost felt too carefree.

MC: ...I'm not a doctor, and I don't know the rules of this hell, so forget about all that. Just put me down first.

You spoke with a bit of a pout, still feeling the lingering annoyance as you looked at Barbatos. Right now, you were in his arms like a child.

More specifically, it felt like a scenario at an amusement park, where a child was being carried by their father—his hands supporting your waist and hips, while you had one arm draped around his shoulder.

If you were holding a balloon in your other hand, it would've been perfect, but you weren't father and child, and this certainly wasn't an amusement park.

MC: ...All the devils are staring at us. Hurry up and put me down already...

Barbatos: I can't do that! Just a second ago, you were about to fall flat on your face, right? If I didn't catch you, you'd have definitely ended up eating the dirt!

Besides, didn't you say you were low on demonic energy? If that's the case, I can't just leave you hanging like this.

MC: What does that have to do with you?

You kept up the cold tone, but to be honest, it was getting harder to maintain the attitude.

Just a moment ago, when you were on the verge of collapsing from dizziness and shortness of breath, Barbatos instantly stretched out his arm to catch you.

What was more surprising, though, was the expression on his face—one that was uncharacteristically filled with shock and anxiety, as if the world itself were about to crumble.

MC: (Why is he making that expression...?)

It wasn't just the expression; his arm, hand, chest, and shoulder—all of it felt so steady, so undeniably masculine, giving you a sense of security.

In order to keep yourself from falling, you had no choice but to wrap your arm around the back of his neck and shoulder, your fingers tangling gently in his sun-kissed golden hair.

Moreover, you weren't a child, so with the way you were positioned in his arms, his face inevitably brushed against your lower chest and upper stomach.

MC: (...This isn't helping me calm down...)

You couldn't conceal the growing shortness of your breath as you struggled to steady your spinning mind.

But your erratic, heated breathing escaped, falling onto Barbatos' head. As a result, you ended up looking like you were the one seducing him. Barbatos, still holding you, reached the center of the rose garden and satdown. He didn't seem to care at all that dirt or dew might stain his clothes. As you both dropped to the height of the low flower bushes, the sweet scentof the blossoms, which had already been filling your nose, became even more overwhelming. But strangely, it felt as though Barbatos' own scent was even more potent than the flowers.

MC: ...Barbatos?

You called his name in a daze, and he gave you a smile you'd never seen before— warm and full of depth— as he leaned in closer.

Barbatos: Yes, MC. I'm here. In this beautiful garden, it's just the two of us now.

Barbatos leaned closer, his nose brushing lightly against your skin as though tracing your scent. His sharp, smooth nose pressed against your hair as he inhaled deeply, then leisurely descended to your forehead, tickling the strands of your eyebrows before pausing softly on your eyelids.

MC: Ah.. Stop, it tickles..

Barbatos: Ah, MC. Right now, you radiate the scent of the blazing, glorious sun. The smell of simmering flames is pouring out from every inch of you.

His words, almost lyrical, blurred the line between reality and indulgence. But your body burned, filled with undeniable heat. And his gaze, like a wildfire, only grew hotter, devouring you with its intensity.

MC: I... still haven't forgiven you.

Barbatos: Is that so?

Barbatos chuckled quietly, as if savoring an inside joke only he understood. Without pausing, his nose brushed further down, skimming along your trembling eyelashes. Each faint graze sent your lashes quivering, and his deliberate exhale spilledwarmth across your skin. It wasn't your lips he sought but the space between your jawline and cheek, where his heated breath landed. The sensation was maddening, a mix of torment and temptation.

MC: You tried to kill me.. So why are you acting like this now?

Barbatos: Haha, MC. Didn't you already answer your own question?

MC: What..?

Barbatos: I tried to kill you, but I didn't. Why do you think that is?

MC: ......!

His voice was sweet like honey, yet the underlying meaning was chilling. He was right. Someone like him could have ended you in an instant. The moment the realization struck, Barbatos's large hand, still holding your waist, slipped under your clothes. His fingers pressed against the bare skin of your back, trailing languidly upward, his touch both soothing and searing.

MC: Hagh...! Wa-wait...! What are you doing...!

Barbatos: Doing as I please, you say? Hmm, perhaps... but can you blame me? It's practically begging me to come in, crying out so sweetly.

Following the hand that entered your clothes and rubbed your back, the hand that was supporting your butt also took off your lower body and rubbed your panties. In the quiet garden where you couldn't even hear the sound of a butterfly fluttering its wings. The lewd sound of the water you spilled touching his hand resonated.

MC: Ugh, ah... ahh... uh..!

Barbatos: Ahh, MC. You smell better and better. Hotter than the sun, sweeter than flowers.. Then what's flowing here must be honey?

He spoke in an ecstatic voice as he thrust his finger deeper into your wethole. As his large, thick finger slid in hotly, you couldn't ignore the pleasure that started there. You felt like your reason was going to fly away and curled your toes pitifully. Your chin lifted up without you knowing it, and your head fell back. Barbatos didn't miss the opportunity and buried his nose in your smooth neck.

MC: Ah, ugh, aghhh..! No, no..! I think I'm going to.. ah..!

Barbatos: As much as you want.

As Barbatos held your trembling body tighter and pistoned his fingers down faster, you quickly reached your climax along with the feeling of electricity flowing through your entire body.

MC: Ha, ahh, ugh.! Urgh, urgh.!

As Barbatos pulled his fingers out in one breath, the love juice poured out like urine, and it soaked not only Barbatos' hands and sleeves, but even the lively leaves.

Thump, thump, thump.!

Your hot and rapid breathing followed your heart that pounded loudly as if your entire body had become a heart.

MC: Hahh... haa... ha...

Barbatos: I should be grateful that you watered my garden.

Barbatos smiled happily as he looked at you, red-faced and limply hanging on his shoulder.

Your entire body was stil ticklish and hot, but you barely came to your senses after a single orgasm, and continued the conversation you had earlier without forgetting it.

MC: ...Should I thank you for sparing my life? But you only did that because you thought l was useful to Hades, didn't you?

Barbatos: Who made that judgment, I wonder?

MC: Leviathan, of course...

Barbatos: Ah, yes, his orders are the ultimate commandment for us devils of Hades. But to say his will is always completely aligned with ours? That would be a lie.

With measured movements, Barbatos gently lowered your limp body on to the soft bed of flowers and grass. The faint sound of crushed petals rustled beneath you, and as your gaze fixed upward, the sun's rightful place in the sky was replaced by Barbatos' dazzling face.

MC: (It shines just as brilliantly... maybe even more...)

The thought slipped into your mind, unbidden, though you hardly recognized it, lost in the after effects of the moment.

Barbatos moved swiftly, peeling off his shirt in one smooth motion while you struggled to catch your breath, your body still slightly arched.

In the sunlight, his form was like a divine sculpture— impossibly beautiful and unreal, as if he belonged in myth rather than reality.

Barbatos: To think you can throw such cold words while looking at me with those eyes, MC. You remind me a bit of our Majesty.

He lowered his chest, his bare skin gleaming under the sunlight, and placed a deliberate kiss on your collarbone. His voice held a mischievous, almost petulant tone.

MC: I remind you of Leviathan..? There's no way.. Ah, agh..

Barbatos: The truth is, you're so honest like this. You're always so pleased whenever I touch you, yet you keep trying to push me away.

As the large hand that had been rubbing your waist and back roughly moved upward, your top was lifted up to your chest in an instant.

At the same time, Barbatos buried his lips in your chest, and you let out a high-pitched moan that surprised even you.

Barbatos: It's wetter than before, MC.

Because you were so focused on your chest, he had already taken off all of your pants, including your underwear.

Barbatos: You're so wet, it's for me? Right?

While he was teasing you with his strong arms and hands, revealing his manly body, Barbatos buried his lips in your chest as if he was being playful and asked. The soft flesh of your chest was strongly sucked into his lips, and when you felt it being sucked in to the point where it was a little painful, his lips fell off with a peck. He persistently searched for the pleasant spots like the inside of your chest, upper stomach, sides, and collarbone, and repeated the same process several times. Every time, you would gasp and convulse because of Barbatos, who would only tease you here and there on your body without touching the most important places.

Barbatos: Ahh.. On you, the flowers I made bloomed. MC..

Barbatos, who briefly raised his body and looked at your disheveled appearance, expressed his admiration.

MC: (Now, I don't know, I can't stand it anymore, I want to do it right now, with Barbatos's..!)

You, who had been passively feeling Barbatos's touch the whole time, couldn't stand it anymore and spread your legs wide, causing Barbatos to furrow his brows in a surprisingly nice way.

MC: (This is ridiculous.. You look better when you frown than when you smile..)

As you felt your lower abdomen and the space between your legs, and lifted your waist as if urging, Barbatos's brow furrows deepened, and soon his face, which had come down as if to pounce, bit your nipple. The moment his teeth sunk in, you trembled like a smal animal pricked by asharp rose thorn. The hand that had been resting on his head with nowhere to go reached outurgently and grabbed the back of Barbatos' head. The inside of the thick, curly hair that was wrapped between his palm and fingers was wet from excitement and heat.

MC: You're.. wet too.. ugh.. pretending to be fine.. hagh...

Barbatos: Ah, if I were to confess to the goddess of orchid while I'm at it, I'm already soaked here too...

Barbatos arched his back and rubbed something hard underneath you. You could tell without even looking what it was, stiff and shaking fiercely. You, who was desperate, shook Barbatos' hair in your hand like a horse's reins and squeezed his shaft so that it could touch you closer.

Barbatos: Agh.. MC.. you feeling better?

MC: Ye, yeeahh-!

Barbatos: What? I wish you'd answer properly. Are you feeling better?

He was mischievous, and he kept touching your tip just enough to tickle you and then pulling you back, forcing you to answer. In the end, you answered while putting strength into your toes and lifting your back, waist, and butt, covering his mouth with your chest.

MC: I-I for, forgive you...!

As soon as he heard your answer, Barbatos's body started to make bigger movements.

Whoosh-!

His large, hard, and hot pillar precisely found your wet hole and pierced it.

MC: Ah, Aghhh...

His pillar, which had a flexible shape like a rose vine, was slightly bent at the end and pressed precisely on the most pleasant spot deep inside you.

MC: Barbatos, Ah, It feels so, Ah..!

Barbatos: MC, MC.. My sun.. My rose.. Hagh... Ha...

Every time Barbatos roughly moved his waist, a thick fragrance wafted from the grass and flower petals crushed beneath you.

He really seemed to be more energetic and stronger under the sun than anyone else, his strange and light appearance was nowhere to be found, and he was devouring you with a scary, sexy, and exquisite manly face.

In that moment, your vision, which had been shaking wildly with your head tilted back, suddenly turned to the surrounding scenery, not Barbatos.

A place without walls or ceilings. In other words, this was completely outdoors.

MC:..! Ba, Barbatos, wa, wait.. ugh...?!

You belatedly came to your senses and tried to calm Barbatos down, but Barbatos, whose excitement had already surpassed his reasoning, seemed not to hear you.He moved his waist so fast and rhythmically that you couldn't even continue speaking properly, and you could only make sounds in syllables to match it.

Barbatos: Huh? MC, what's going on? Why are you suddenly getting tighter? Ah, are you also excited by this sunlight!

MC: Ah, ugh, ugh, that, ugh, no, ugh, huh, ha, ugh..!

Barbatos: Sometimes warm, sometimes hot, sometimes dazzling.. All of those great things are now in you, MC...!

Barbatos: Let's reveal it all, MC. Let the sunlight seep into every nook and cranny of your body and let the warmth linger...!

You wanted to tell him that someone might come, and that you guys would be showing them everything, but Barbatos didn't seem to care at all. He sucked the tip of your breasts like he was sucking honey that would never come out, and he thrust inside you so much that you could hear a thud sound from below, which showed no sign of calming down.

MC: (It's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous, really, I'm gonna..)

You had already climaxed several times with just his hand, and you had also felt shallow orgasms several times with his clone who kept poking you in the most pleasant places.

No, you were stil feeling it. Just as the sun staring down at you from above never sets until night falls, his excitement didn't seem like it would subside.You wanted to shake your hips and cry in this pleasure forever, but you two had a lot to do.

MC: (Go back.. and the seed of the Tree of Knowledge.....ah, I don't know... I don't know!)

You released the strength from your hand that was holding his hair, and reached over his head to grab his horn.

Barbatos: Ughhh..!

Barbatos's firm body gained strength once more, and his thing moved inside you with a bang!

A low growl rumbled from Barbatos' throat as you stroked his horn up and down in a similar rhythm to the way he slurped beneath you.

Barbatos: MC... Ah... In here.. In herer, I want to plant a flower that smells like you and me...

Barbatos, who always had a expression that was almost annoying, and with a face that was completely relaxed from excitement, pleaded.

Barbatos: I'll give you a lot of my seed, MC, in here, inside you, my seed...

Your mouth was watering because of the voice that was dripping with sexiness.

When his movements, the wet sounds, the sound of flesh coliding, and the rough breathing of the two finally couldn't be more passionate.

MC: Haghhh-!

Your one hand that had been gnawing on the poor grass grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him, and soon Barbatos' bright red lips were swallowed by you.

Gulp, gulp, gulp..!

At the same time, your saliva that had been collected flowed into his throat, and white, thick liquid burst out from the pillars above and below his head.

Flinch, flinch, flinch..!

The two of you, without even separating your lips or lower body, still exerted all the strength and greedily shared and swallowed the liquids that each other had vomited out.

Finally, the bright red excitement that had risen to the tip of your head gradually cooled down and your waist, which had been raised high without any shame, slowly lowered to the ground.

MC: Haa... Haa... Haa...

Barbatos: Hagh... Hagh... Hagh...

Rough breathing mixed between your lips that had not been able to separate that far because you were regretful.

A languid feeling of exhaustion was felt throughout their entire body and they couldn't move a single finger.

Before you knew it, the sun had already set a little.

MC: (How long did we do it..)

Thanks to that, you felt great and your body had completely recovered, but you felt embarrassed belatedly.

At that time, just like when you had just come here, Barbatos lightly touched his sharp nose to your skin and moved as if smeling every part ofyour body.

You whined, feeling ticklish, as if you were about to get excited again. Then, Barbatos muttered with a strange expression.

Barbatos: The sun is stil high above, but it feels like the scent of the sun has faded from you, MC.

At Barbatos' unexpected comment, you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

MC: You dummy, after you've been sucking and nibbling on me like that, of course it's not the sun's scent anymore, it's yours.

Barbatos: ..! My scent..!

Barbatos' eyes widened in realization, as if he'd discovered something important and profound. Then, like a satisfied cat, he narrowed his eyes, his voice smooth and alluring, almost vibrating from his heels to his neck.

Barbatos: MC, you've become a part of my garden, haven't you?

He gently brushed your sweat-drenched hair aside and smiled.

Barbatos: I've made you bloom, MC. A flower that now carries my scent...

MC: ...You once called me the sun.

Barbatos: You can be both. You truly are incredible! My rose, my sun!

With a laugh, Barbatos returned to his usual self, puling you into his embrace as he chuckled.

The weight of his body covering yours like a blanket, combined with his intoxicating scent, made you slowly drift toward sleep.

MC: (I said I forgave him earlier, but... I'll make sure to ask him about this later...)

As that thought lingered, you fell asleep, and Barbatos slowly rose, listening to the gentle rhythm of your breathing. Your body, marked with red and bite marks, now looked like a garden in full bloom.

He kissed the edge of your knee lightly before his eyes wandered to the wetness beneath you, gazing at it with a mischievous look.

Barbatos: (...One day, truly... my seed...)

Of course, this thought was one you wouldn't learn of for a long time.

[END]

[digiflora]

𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

ཐི♡ཋྀ featuring -> luocha, blade, dan heng, jing yuan, gepard landau, welt yang

ཐི♡ཋྀ contains -> soulmate!au, no warnings just fluff (?) and maybe a bit suggestive for welt. ALSO LUOCHA'S IS SO ANGSTY AND FOR WHAT IDK IM SORRY

ཐི♡ཋྀ gia's notes -> ok so you know that soulmate au thing where the moles on ur body are where ur lover in a past life kissed you the most? yeah. i opened star rail for the first time in like 2 weeks today cos i rage quit after getting silver wolf while trying to build pity for luocha and then i did the story quest thingy and brainrot happened. sorry for being gone for so long. have this <3 (ppl who requested stuff two months ago i see you i hear you i'm just a slow writer)

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ LUOCHA has a particularly noticeable mole on the right side of his neck. with his high collar and serious expression, that remains another guarded secret of his that is privy to only his own searching eyes, a secret that raises colour in his cheeks at the insinuation of its placement.

having spent more time around the dead than the living these past few months, love and human connection is not exactly an occurence that can happen naturally within his profession.

and for the most part, that's alright.

yet there are some lonely nights where luocha finds his gloved fingertips grazing the dark spot on his neck, wishing that he could be graced with the same tenderness in this life that he had received in his previous one. if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel the ghostly brush of a pair of lips against his cool skin, the feathery sensation sending a soft shiver down his spine, accompanied by the distant giggle of a past lover in his ear before it slips his grasp and he rolls onto his side in frustration.

that damned spot might as well be placed directly over his heart, considering the amount of influence it held over him.

he could only hope that his dreams tonight would reunite him with the figure that haunts his conscious mind too now, and continue his fruitless search to find them once again in his waking realm.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ BLADE has moles on his chest and back littered amidst the scars that mar his porcelain skin. always a skeptic, the man has never been one to believe in the fanciful stories of soulmates destined to be, sneering in the face of such notions as fate, preferring to keep his head resolutely on his shoulders and feet planted on the ground.

and in some sense, he's right.

because when he met you, in this current life, you joined him in his rejection of a perfect other half. and then, slowly but surely, you had wormed your way into his heart, and his insistence on not having any such thing as a soulmate seems like such a flimsy rebuttal to the way you gaze at him in adoration, fingers trailing in your lips' wake as they brush over each individual mark on his chest.

he tries not to shiver when he feels your warm lips descend upon the skin of his back, your fingers tracing the faded marks that depict his life story with a silent promise that you'll be there for him, and to count every mark on his skin with tender care.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ DAN HENG often finds himself staring in wonder at the moles which litter his arms. starting from his wrists, there is a dusting of them that creeps all the way up to his shoulders, placed upon his skin with such deliberate care that it's almost a foreign concept to him.

in the later hours of the night, he allows himself to muse over the possibility of a soulmate, a lover in a past life destined to find him again, trying to solve the mystery of their identity by peering at his arms as if their face is etched into them.

and when he meets you, he feels breathless all over again as your hands interlink with his own, clasping them so fervently that lightning practically runs up his spine as your lips reunite with his skin, once again staking their claim as you make your way from his wrists to the rest of his body.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ JING YUAN bears his mark with pride, the distinct spot residing comfortly underneath his eye, attracting his attention to it every time he paises to study his reflection.

he wouldn't call himself a vain man, so he appraises that one mole before continuing on with his day, but it's not until you have his face cupped in your palms, and your eyes study his features with an intensity he had not felt until now, that you mention that he has two other moles on his face, albeit fainter.

and you make a point of reaffirming their existence at every chance you get, with you and jing yuan's morning routine involving your lips brushing against the faint mole on the apple of his cheek and bridge of his nose before landing a last one underneath his eye.

those only serve as a mere guidline, though, as you do not hesitate to pepper the rest of his unblemished face with kisses as your symbol of affection.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ GEPARD does not know what to think of the moles that litter his collarbones. they're rather prominent, and if he lets himself think about them for too long, he'll start blushing.

even the thought of someone kissing him there makes his brain short circuit, so the sensation is definitely one that he will have to get used to with you.

the slightly sadistic part of you revels in the way his blushing face hides itself behind his hands when you kiss him on those marks, a muffled boyish giggle escaping his lips at the ticklish sensation of your lashes brushing against his skin when you lay your head against his chest.

you decide to place a few additional marks for his next life when you kiss the backs of his hands, until your lover relents and reveals his face to you once more, letting you place a final tender kiss to his lips.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ WELT finds the little triangle of moles on his hipbone more humorous than anything. there's a certain intimacy to their placement that surpasses the more innocent and easily visible marks a person may have been granted by their soulmate, and he fonds himself wondering what kind of person his soulmate is for there to be the most frequent place they kiss.

and it's a pleasant surprise, really, as to how right it feels when you see those marks yourself and giggle, continuing their tradition by dropping a kiss to each in quick succession before grinning up at him with a smile so endearing that welt finds himself desperately committing the scene to memory.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY: bound 2 fall in love!

honkai star rail masterlist ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

[jamiliana]

random drabble cs i was bored (,,> ᴗ <,,)!

💫 warning 💫

♡ BLACK MALE.

♡ abuse; gojo slaps u like once out of built up anger.

♡ MENTIONS OF MASTERBATION reader),, ALSO MENTIONS OF READER FUCKING OTHER PPL..(MEN AND WOMEN)

♡︎ signs of depression,,

♡︎ unhealthy lifestyle for like a bit.

♡︎ reader is so oblivious 😔..

this is rlly short

♡ SORRY FOR THE HUGE AMOUNTS OF SPACES. i types ts on docs so its gonna do that

♡ no uppercase :3

♡ no nsfw

random song u can listen to for this ig (no it doesnt go along with this drabble (i think)):

, part 2.

geto suguru. when that name comes to mind, you bite your soft, light pink bottom lip- a beautiful contrast to your brown upper lip- and your knees swayed with weakness. geto suguru.. the man he was.. it almost disgusted you with how beautiful he was. almost.

those beautiful deep-violet eyes- the same color as the dark night sky as your eyes burn from how long you’ve been staring at the blinding light of your phone screen- pulling an all nighter of course. those eyes.. always crinkling as he smiles, the faint yet visible dimple on his pale skin winking at you. but it was never you, was it? always gojo. gojo this, gojo that. it made you sick. but you knew better than to express your hatred for gojo. after all.. he was quite attractive to you too. you don’t know at this point- every time you thought of satoru, you’d do the same thing you did when you thought of suguru- bite your lip and sway your knees as they weakened. but then you’d remember how sickeningly close him and suguru were and you’d feel the same feeling you felt now- jealousy.

ugh, jealousy. you hated it. you hate how jealous you were of both of the men. they had each other and you wish you had both of them. but that’d never happen. you knew all too well. even shoko- the other person that made them a trio looked left out at times.

you didn’t stand a chance. you didn’t.

but oh, you wish you did. it hurts so bad.

you suck in a bit of air and click the off button on the side of your phone.

it hurts..

the phone gets placed on your night stand as you shakily stand up from your bed.

what time was it? it felt like it has been so long since you’ve taken a shower today.

what month was it? january.. or was it july? what day was it? tuesday.. thursday?

tears spilled from your eyes- almost mocking you as you stared into the thing you’ve been avoiding since that day. that day where reality crashed down onto you.

your reflection.

God, it was disgusting.

your hair wasn’t dirty- thank God- but you have been forgetting to wear your bonnet. so your thick, curly type 4 hair was all over the place.

damn, you needed to set up a hair appointment.

but, gosh, it wasn’t only your hair.

the dark purple and horrid black under your eyes was a consequence of all the nights you’ve been awake. they weren’t the slight black under suguru’s eyes that he had from the make up he wore- oh God no. they were disgusting to look at. you swore you almost threw up.

your eyes looked so.. empty but you couldn’t bare to stare into them for any longer than a split second.

your beautiful brown skin wasn’t glowing like it always did. you’ve been forgetting to moisturize yourself after taking showers. along with the dried tears..

you were..

a mess.

yes, perfect wording.

a mess.

and all because of that day.

the day reality crashed.

the day gojo and geto kissed.

shoko clapped happily for them while you just blinked (blinking back the literal fountain of tears to come)

‘oh.’

you remember thinking.

‘of course. they are practically meant for eachother. why would i ever have a chance?’

you remember thinking.

after that day- May 25th- it was a saturday, you remember. you, shoko, geto, and gojo were at a café, deciding it would be a great way to hang out especially since school wasn’t in session.

you regret going.

you wish you never went.

but now, as you stare into your reflection, you say something aloud- to yourself of course.

“fuck them.”

‘fuck them’ indeed.

you chuckle, thanking the cashier and strutting your way out of the convenience store.

life has been great.

you’ve been getting healthier- not as healthy as you used to be- but still good nonetheless; drinking more water, getting back into your regular training, eating more fruits and vegetables, being active again.

a godly contrast to how you were a month ago.

things were better now.

sure, you still liked suguru and satoru.

and you hated that you did.

but you learned to accept it and move on. love doesn’t just leave so simply.

you have also learned to distance yourself from them.

you learned to just.. live. breeze through your days til your inevitable demise (which you knew was soon to come- especially as a sorcerer.)

though at least you breezed through them without any issue-

a hard chest stopped you from moving forward to your school along with a pair of rather big, strong hands gripping your shoulders from behind halting you to a stop.

“so this is where you’ve been, baby?”

baby?

“satoru?- wait,,”

with wobbly knees you attempted to turn around to at least look at the owner of the strong hands gripping your shoulders but a familiar soft voice filled your eardrums.

“stop trying to turn around, baby.”

again, with the baby stuff.. why were they being all love-y for? like how they used to be.

as friends, of course. they never liked you like that.

“suguru?! hah..”

why were they here? you made sure you wouldn’t ever run into them anymore.

so how..

you heard a chuckle- which you knew was from suguru because of how soft the chuckle was and because satoru- who was in front of you- had his soft, pink lips in a tight, firm, thin line.

”yes, baby boy, suguru,,~ it’s been a while.”

you weren’t even focused on how he called you baby boy,, after all, they always used to call you pet names.

‘which could mean nothing.’ you’d always say to yourself whenever satoru or suguru called you ‘baby’, ‘baby boy’, ‘prince’, etc.

you were more so focused on that word,, while.

a while is an understatement. it’s been a month and a few weeks since you’ve last talked to them or even glanced in their direction.

but oh, how you missed the soft, gentle, and kind voice of suguru and the obnoxious, loud, voice of satoru’s.

oh, how you missed the deep violet and the obnoxiously bright, blue eyes to contrast looking at you with such love care in their eyes,,

oh, how you missed the weird bangs and the man bun atop suguru’s head and the fluff of white atop satoru’s head that they’d always let you play with- espcially suguru,,

and the height difference. you missed how gojo and geto looked down at you as you talked excitedly about something while they smiled and muttered a few responses back- looking mesmerized at.. something. but it could never be you. right?

ugh.

fuck, you needed them so badly. you were tired of stuffing your fingers up your swollen cunt and pretending it was suguru’s or satoru’s. you were tired of fucking other women and men and pretending they were satoru and suguru.

you were tired.

“well? don’t you have something to say to us, (name)?” gojo said after only a few seconds of silence.

fuck. that teasing voice,, always made heat form in between your plump thighs.

“no? why should i say anything,,” you muttered in response, fumbling with the hem of the biker shorters you had decided to wear.

bad choice, really. but a majority of your wardrobe was biker shorts, Nikes, crocs, uggs, hoodies, simple multicolored tees, and Nike socks.

the other minority was just black and gray leggings and sweatpants that you barely wore unless it was cold.

you heard geto click his tongue.

“seriously, baby boy? when you started avoiding us, did you lose some brain cells too?” suguru spoke up.

you were just glad gojo didn’t. the man looked pissed. hell, his usually pale face was slightly a little red with a frown etched on his features.

‘thank God i’m black.. i could never..’

oh, right. you had to respond to geto.

“ah- what do you mean,, i haven’t been avoi-“

you were cut off by a harsh slap to your cheek.

ow.

it hurt so bad.

it hurt..

“gojo!” suguru scolded, forcefully spinning you around and rubbing your cheek affectionately- concern etched all over his pretty, pale face,,

it felt so good…

you suppressed a whimper as you felt the familiar heat in between your legs that you once felt for suguru a long time ago.

“sorry, suguru. but he- he’s lying. does he even know how much hurt we felt when he started avoiding us? he deserves it.”

what?

you forced yourself to turn back around to face gojo.

“huh- gojo-“

“satoru.” he corrected…?

oh,,?

“satoru.. i only avoided you guys because i didn’t want to ruin your relationship..”

silence.

after a few minutes of gojo breathing heavily while staring at you, suguru lifted you up with ease- snatching the case of cookies you had just brought and handing them to satoru.

what the fuck?

before you could even open your mouth, thick, slender fingers wrapped around your throat and pressed on your pulse.

the last thing you heard was your own quiet whining, getou’s gentle, murmured hushing, and the rustling of your grocery bags that were in the hands of satoru.

the last thing you saw before black spots filled your vision was suguru’s neatly painted black fingernails.

the sound of two muttered voices above your head is what awoke you.

“he looks so pretty, satoru..”

“i know. i can’t believe he’d ignore us for something so idiotic. does he not realize the way we look at him?”

what?

“what..?” you mumbled, slowly sitting up, putting your hands on the hard chest’s of whoever two people were on each of your sides to prop yourself up.

this was gonna be a long day.

[pumpkinpastiesandcoffee]

The Games We Play and The Lines We Cross

Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader 18+

Words: 2068

Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl).

A/N: Fuck JK Rowling and her terf bullshit.

~MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Working as a secretary at the ministry required a lot more personal stakes than you had expected. The many late nights trying to stay on top of the paperwork for the minister while also making sure he had everything he needed, that you'd weeded out anything he wouldn't be interested in and so much more. Today it required you to keep the company of the illustrious Lucius Malfoy, well, that's how the minister put it, although his tone was fairly sarcastic. However due to the Malfoy's being quite the donors, the Minister had to bite his tongue and he made it quite clear that Malfoy was to be very well looked after while at the ministry, "You're to meet him at the entrance and stay by his side until he leaves."

So there you stood, waiting by the large fountain, eyes searching the crowd for a head of white hair and 2 minutes before his expected arrival you had spotted the man coming out of the floo network. This wasn't your first time attending to this man and you doubted it would be the last, so as usual you straighten yourself and head towards him. "Good afternoon, Mr Malfoy." Your voice taking on the sweet edge, it was a tone you’d learnt to use to make clients feel special. It's no wonder you were a Slytherin really. "Ms y/l/n" his tone was the opposite of yours, cold and indifferent, you knew he could be commanding with a voice like that and you were sure he would be terrifying when angry, the thought of which had you squeezing your thighs together. With a small bow you motioned for him to continue ahead. "The minister is in a meeting and asked me to extend his apologies. He'll be available shortly, in the meantime, I'll take you up to his office." Malfoy exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flickering to you, "After you then."

The walk to the office didn't take too long, but Lucius was smart in sending you ahead of him. He got to watch the way your mid-thigh length skirt would ride up a bit as you walked, the way it showed every movement of your ass and hips had his eyes glued to it. Only looking away when he noticed you begin to turn to look back at him. This was the 8th time you'd taken him through the ministry, but it’s well over the 100th time Lucius Malfoy found himself thinking of you on your knees before him. Something about the tight skirt, fitted blouse and glasses, your presumably long hair twisted into a low bun with a few strands of h/c hair framing your face perfectly.

Unbeknownst to him however, you chose the shorter skirts for the days you'd be escorting him. Chose to leave the highest buttons on your blouse undone and when you leaned forward to pour him some tea you chose to do it at an angle that gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. Your eyes flickered over to his, catching him looking but instead of embarrassment or anger like he expected, you couldn't help the smirk that pulled at your full lips. Lucius raised a brow, tilting his head slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you turn away. "That's a dangerous game you're playing Ms y/l/n," he spoke with amusement, a dare to step over the line.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about Sir?" you played at innocence, seeing what he preferred, naivety or confidence. He clicked is tongue at you, a sound a teacher would make when you disappoint them, however he didn’t seem overly disappointed as his eyes trailed your form. Before either of you could take the banter further the Minister stepped in, eyes dull and with an air of utter exhaustion. “Cornelius,” Lucius spoke his name with a certain amount of contempt that only he could make sound enticing, the Minister however visibly tensed under the scrutiny of his grey eyes. “Ah, Lucius, good to see you again.” It was a lie; they both knew it and you wondered if the pleasantry would have been dropped had you not been there. Fudge turned his eyes to you and gave a short nod, “Would mind giving us the room dear?” “Of course,” and with a small bow you moved to leave, eyes flickering over to meet Malfoy’s one more time, lips curling into a coquettish smile before you closed the door behind you.

They had been in there about half an hour, the office had a permanent silence spell cast over it so you unfortunately couldn’t eavesdrop on them therefore opting to bide your time with sorting through a series of letters from the public. However, you found yourself perking up at the sound of the door opening. “Ms ‘y/l/n, would you walk Mr Malfoy out please? I’m going for lunch” Fudge spoke, and you stood up, moving to stand by them, smiling up at them both, “Absolutely Sir.” The Minister was quick to walk away and you found yourself looking back to Lucius. “I seem to have left my cane behind,” he mused, looking down at you expectantly. “I’ll go get it for you Sir,” and you headed back into the office.

You had just picked up the cane when you heard the door close, glancing up you were surprised to see Lucius walking over to you, left hand extended. You placed the cane in his hand and he took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his right, pulling you close to him. You were left breathless, eyes wide as you stared up at him, heart racing as you waited for him to make his next move.

“You’ve been very, lascivious, with me, perhaps it’s time I take advantage of that, hm?” his lips curled up into something between a smirk and sneer. It was hard to tell if he was interested or simply making fun of you but you decided to take a chance and inched closer. Placing your free hand on his chest, tilting your head back as your eyes flicked between his and his lips, “Perhaps you should, Lucius” your voice came out just barely above a whisper, breath fanning across his lips. The wizard had no more resolve to cling to and instead of trying he closed the already small gap and pressed his lips flush to yours.

The cane he had been holding was now discarded on the floor, left hand now cupping your jaw as he deepened the kiss. You were not one to submit easily, his tongue slid across your bottom lip and when you didn’t obey, he squeezed your wrist tightly causing you to gasp. He pushed in, exploring your mouth with force, as if he were trying to memorise it as quickly as possible. When he finally broke away you were gasping for hair, his own chest heaving for oxygen.

His eyes flicked over to The Minister’s desk, it was mostly bare, a quill and ink pot along side his name plaque. Deciding that was the best option he turned you around, hand still tightly holding your wrist as he pushed you against it, only letting go once he had you bent over the wooden surface. His hands now trailed down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you. He was already hard and the sentiment only made you wetter, thighs squeezing together in response.

“How long does Cornelius take for lunch” Lucius asked as one gloved hand slid under your skirt, slowly bunching the fabric up to your waist. “A-about an hour” you stuttered out, breath hitching again as he dragged the knuckle of his index finger down your clothed cunt, humming as his attention shifted to the clock above the desk for a moment, “Then we haven’t much time.” His fingers tracked back to the hem of your underwear, curling around the band before pulling them down, letting the lace fabric fall to your ankles. “I do wish I had the time devour you, but I’ll settle for ruining you instead.”

The sound you made in response was embarrassing, a whiny moan that only amused the man. You heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed closely by a zipper and you waited with bated breath for him to touch you again. This time when he did however it was the head of his cock that he ran through your folds, another whine causing him to chuckle. “So desperate for me, how very pitiful of you. I wonder if you’d even beg for me to take you.” You didn’t think before you spoke, a whimper followed by your voice pleading with him, “Please, Lucius. Please ruin me, please.” The groan from behind you was a divine sound, even more so when it dropped lower as he sunk himself into you.

The satisfied moan you let out had him gripping your hips tighter, his foot kicking your legs further apart as he began to set a steady pace. Lucius filled you beautifully, enough of a stretch that you were whimpering but not too much to cause discomfort. Your hands curled around the edge of the desk, using the leverage to press back into him, making his thrusts hit harder. “Lucius, gods, Lucius don’t stop” you have huffed out, both of you hitting a stride that was quickly tightening the coils in your lower bellies. He leant forward more, one hand reaching for your hair, entwining amongst the strands and tugging, the bun coming loose from the force.

With your head tilted back your mouth now hung open which made your moans come out louder. You were getting closer so you slipped on hand down, desperately circling your clit. Seeing you do this, Lucius moved the hand in your hair down to replace yours. His fingers were much larger and with the leather gloves he wore it was a smoother friction and it didn’t take much for you to cry out his name, nails biting into the desk as you pressed your cheek to the table. The feeling of your walls clamping around him sent him over into his own high, the grip on your hip most definitely would leave bruises. He leant against you, chest pressed to your back and his lips finding your neck as you both breathed raggedly, the highs of your orgasms wearing off.

After a few minutes he pulled himself away, sliding out of you with a stifled grunt before tucking himself back into his pants. You were still bent over the desk, legs now pressed together as you debated whether they could hold you up. Suddenly you felt his hands at your ankles, gently pulling the underwear you had on back up. It was quiet between you as made yourself presentable. When you looked back over to him, he was stood by the chair, cane in hand as his eyes watched you closely. Deciding that the worse he could do would be to push you away, you stepped back over to him, gently resting your hands on his chest. To your relief he leant down, allowing you the chance to kiss him again, this time however you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, the strands feeling as soft as silk.

“I best be going, if I’m still here when Cornelius returns there’ll be questions” Lucius spoke, his tone returning to neutral but not as cold as before. “Shall I walk you out still?” “That was your order, no?” Smiling gently up at him you did as you had promised and walked him back down to the floo network. He stopped, turning those stunning eyes back to you, “I’ll make all my appointments just before The Ministers lunch from now on, it seems better suited for me, don’t you think?” His lips quirked up into a smirk, and your cheeks dusted pink as you looked up at him, understanding the promise of more from him. “I can certainly make that work for you Sir.” With a short hum, he turned away and headed into line. You watched him leave before returning to your desk outside Cornelius’s office. The Minister returning only moments after you. “Malfoy didn’t give you any trouble, did he?” Cornelius asked as he pulled open his office door. “No Sir, no trouble at all.”

[cosmicflw3rr]

omgomg can u write singer!r x dom hcs? 😵‍💫

dominik x singer! reader headcanons.

a/n: I’ve never done headcanons before so idrk if this is accurate😭 lmk how I did

- dom is SUPER supportive like there’s no way he’s not.

- he loves all your songs but has a playlist for his favorites.

- always makes it to your concerts when he doesn’t have shows raw or press to do.

- he'd repost all your concerts/performances on his story.

- is legit MESMERIZED by your voice.

- he doesn’t let you give yourself a hard time when you’re having trouble writing songs.

- he’s always there to help you. hanging out at your apartment, over facetime,anytime. he’ll help you brainstorm lyrics.

- goes crazy finding out some of your songs are made about him.

- loves that you’re fanbase is so positive and supportive.

- he’s always amazed by the amount of people at your concerts.

- if you’re nervous before going onstage and he’s there, he’ll comfort you.

- “you’ll do perfect out there amor, you always do.”

- either stands backstage, or in the vip section to watch you.

- him watching you sing and preform is the literal human version of ‘😍’

- you going to monday night raw, or ppv’s he’s in.

- surprising him at his shows when you get the chance.

- “I thought you were busy?” “never too busy to come see you.”

- him blowing you kisses from the ring during his matches, or when he’s ringside.

- the rest of the judgement day absolutely love your music.

- whenever dom goes to your concerts they beg to come with.

- btw they’re the ultimate hype ppl.

- if you're in a band, he loves your bandmates and they all love him, they all get along really well together.

- always watching your concerts no matter where he is in the world or what time it is.

- gives you ALL the reassurance when you’re upset.

- he always wants to come to the studio with you, which some of the time you decline because when you two do get the chance to be at home together you just wanna enjoy your time together,

- having to reassure you about the long distance thing, but you two make it work.

- showing him your music before releasing it. he loves it ofc 🤗

- one of his favorite artist is peso pluma.

-with a few strings being pulled, thanks to your manager, you were able to get dom and peso to meet.

- “babe tell me your lying.” he says with his mouth dropped, seeing you stand next to peso pluma as you laughed softly.

[mukimokai]

having "childlike wonder" doesn't mean a character is "childish" or a little baby

childlike wonder is an attitude: of finding joy in the mundane and enjoying the simpler things in life. Having an inherent interest and excitement in new things, places, and experiences. Wanting to take in every detail of something, even if it's something small. It drives exploration and discovery, wanting to know how the world works and figure it all out. Having inquisitive minds. Being fascinated by the world around oneself. Being open to new perspectives.

childlike wonder doesn't mean "childish."

Yeah. I believe Alhaitham can see Aranara. It makes perfect sense because he has every quality listed above.

Yes: Alhaitham has childlike wonder. No, he is not childish. There is a distinction between "childlike wonder" and "being childish"

So can he see Aranara? Most likely yes, it's probably canon: Web events have always been that way anyway, always introducing you to the characters and their respective personalities and interactions if there are any. Web events are canon in the sense that: if the scenario happening in the event took place, this is how the character would act in said scenario.

Yes, I do think there is enough evidence he can see them just looking at his character as a whole: plus why else would the Sumeru lobby have us turn into Aranara if almost the entire Sumeru cast were adults that the Aranara don't inherently trust? The only character who would've been there in that case would've been Nahida but we had Alhaitham and Nilou as well? And it makes sense for them to be able to see the Aranara so like. I was actually completely unsurprised that Alhaitham and Nilou could see them so uhhh-

oh and also. to the ppl who say "Kaveh can't see the Aranara bcz he's traumatized" girlie. the one child in Yoimiya's quest was going through such a traumatic illness and she could still see them.

Kaveh can't see the Aranara not because he's traumatized or whatever. but because he's pushed away his past. Kaveh is actively removing himself from childlike wonder in favour of idealism: he is constantly chasing after his goals, constantly trying to do more and more, constantly striving for perfection that he forgets the mundane, everyday things in life due to the sheer amount of stress he is putting on himself on a day-to-day basis. Kaveh is also not open to new perspectives; following his own ideals to a point and shutting away anything that contradicts his ideals. He is not an inherently curious character either; we've only seen him comment on a few things that pique his curiosity (i.e. the one voice line abt lightning) but as a whole, he's not interested in much else if it doesn't have to do with the arts or things he is passionate about which is unlike Alhaitham who seems to take an interest in literally everything other than gossip.

again: childlike wonder and being childish are different things, PLEASE understand that...

i might have 50 million people come at my throat for my take on all this but like ykw idgaf: I'm entitled to my opinion and this is how i see the whole situation.

I do think people who said it's "out-of-character" for Alhaitham to see Aranara are either mischaracterizing him or they don't understand what exactly it takes for Aranara to be seen by adults. Maybe it's both; i know a lot of people skipped the Aranara quest dialogue, and, for the longest time, Alhaitham has been one of the most wildly mischaracterized characters in the fandom (and still is being mischaracterized to this day unfortunately) so idk tbh.

and ppl always say Nilou is bland so like... i don't think ppl pay much attention to her at all which is unfortunate because she's really silly actually. Nilou stan number 1 right here tbh.

idk it's just my thoughts on it: yeah I do think it can be seen as "basically canon" but I don't think it should be used to justify "omg!! hahahahah they're so childish lmaoo!! alhaitham and nilou are such babies ahahah!"

like. gen. nuh uh. what.

yes i call them babies because they're my babies but that's just bcz i like their characters, i called them that even before this whole fiasco with the aranara... so like. uhm.

this was way longer than i planned it to be. sorry for the yapfest holy.

considered not posting this but eh who cares, it's just my take lol

[rinrobofiles]

⊹˚. ♡ lesmis media dump/rant ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ

(*´▽`*) not all the thingies i have in my phone but some of my faves, esp the javert uniform one, THAT ONE got me in a chokehold i could go on and on about how well the color suits him …. i would kill to be able to wear something like that…❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 btw someone watch lm78 with me please???? ive seen like a good amount of edits on tiktok and IM SO OBSESSED WHAT. THAT JAVERT WAS PERFECT hes so autistic and gay hes so me ☹️ thank gawd i wasnt born ina prison tho ❤️‍🩹 sorry anyways

૮(˶╥︿╥)ა theres this one edit that i rlly like and the intro is like javert turning to walk away with his cane and that turn was SO FUCKING ELEGANT??-!!!! ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) LIKE HOW DO YOU casually do that??!!!! id kill to get that posture its like such a subtle turn but its just screams authority and ELEGANCE ugh. I BET HE WEARS A FUCKING CORSET .o(≧∀≦)o🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵 ☹️ everyone say thank you to Anthony Perkins for giving us THE javert ever!!!(i think..) ngl the musical was more fun to watch bc music and visuals n stuff BUT 1978 WAS GOLDDDDDD ❤️‍🩹 also DID YOU KNOW ANTHONY WAS OPENLY GAY no wonder why he played javert so well TAT) ugh i love him i live for him my FUCKING ICON. hes my role model my everything i want the way he walks the way he talks the everythingdjdjdk ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ 🩵🩵 imo lm78 javert is the best big screen javert ever yayayayay!!!!!!!! (っ‘ω`c)

( • ̀ω•́ ) ⭐️“whats that speak up..ppl speak aloud.. to me:3” 🎀 ALRIGHT FAGGOT why did he sound so cute during that scene tho…. like bro said “to meee—~” to valjean like okay inspector hes still not gonna speak up hes gonna fall in love though….

“i will not(? maybe he said never but i forgot) give up the search for jean valjean, even if it takes me my life—“ OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES?!-!-!! i havent even watched it yet but the edits are emough to make me go crazy ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 ꒰⑅ •̥ �� •̥ ⑅꒱ ·° LIKE SERIOUSLY ugh. inspector.

(╥﹏╥) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ goes crazy and overdoses on valvert…. thank u anthony perkins i love u sm…❤️‍🩹

( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ if youre still here thank u so much for reading… 🪽 ill be back soon…

(⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) after lm78 ill try reading the lesmis manga by arai takahiro!-??

[virgobingo]

maki is an interesting character, bc she is generally acknowledged to be one of gege's best written characters in jjk, period. regardless of gender.

but the reason she is so great, is because her arc is centered around her experiences as a girl in a patriarchal society. not one that fits into the standard either.

she's born into a family that is considered misogynistic by other clans' standards. as a twin, no less, which is considered a bad omen. with little to no curse energy to boot.

still, for a large portion of her life, she desired to prove herself to them. in a way that reminds me of the myth of meritocracy? that idea of "if you work hard enough, you can do anything you want and you can prove yourself to the naysayers."

but in her journey she learns it's impossible for her to rise in an institution that actively works against her.

this happens, specifically, when she goes to the zenin clan during the culling games (to simply collect tools). she's confronted by reality in ways that echo momo and nobara's conversation (about the weight of misogyny in their lives).

"A scar on the face can be a good thing for guys. But not for girls. You think the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers is based on skills? [It is] Sure. But only for guys. Even if a girl is skilled, if she's not cute, she is looked down upon. Of course, if she's only cute without any skill, it's the same. Women Jujutsu Sorcerers aren't expected to be skilled. They're expected to be perfect." (Momo, Chapter 40)

the first thing she is told when she visits the compound is "yikes, what a face. that ain't gonna heal. what are you gonna do Maki? [...] all you had going was your face and now it's wrecked. no one will even look in your direction anymore." (Chapter 148, p.2-3)

after that, she crosses paths with her mother, who, at face value, echoes the horror tropes of mothers that "fanatically conform to the institution" (i think her actions later make her more complex).

then, finally, maki comes across her father, who remarks on maki and mai's "worthlessness" to him. he's convinced himself he would be better off in life if they were dead.

maki's continuously told she has no value in this world. for things that are out of her control.

of course, this all leads to the loss of mai, who sacrifices herself in order to essentially push maki forward as a character bc "to gain something, you must offer something," in the world of jujutsu kaisen. this is not exclusive to them. it also leads to mai telling maki something that aligns really well with what "female rage" means to me:

"Destroy… Everything" (Chapter 149, p.12)

why?

i think there is no amount of climbing you can do in a society that is actively pulling you down. no way to become clan head in an institution that wants you dead.

i believe it's this realization that causes maki to embrace her "monstruous femininity" that ultimately results in her ascension (as a person, as a sorcerer).

i know some people criticize her decision to kill the zenin in honor of her sister's memory. but, i think the message here is that some institutions simply cannot be reformed.

also, note that with their destruction, maki's narratively released from their expectations.

anyways, what comes after is honestly hilarious. i think it's a mockery of what gege expected misogynistic readers to say. "you're not toji!" (Chapter 151, 6-19) as if drawing a parallel implies that she's his copy.

another charming detail to maki's character is how sumo helps her find freedom/her groove. considering how, in traditional sumo, "women are considered impure and cannot step into the ring". it's just something so fitting for maki who continually defies gender expectations.

long post to say: i honestly love her and i think ppl often ignore how entrenched her story is in the female experience bc they just see how buff she is.

[iamnmbr3]

not really into hp, i followed you for something different years ago, but i'm sorry about the hate you get for being in the hp fandom. honestly i think those sorts of asks you get actually demonstrate really well a general problem we see on the internet. bc social media was originally for interacting with friends & people of similar interests, but for the past like 10 years (at least, idk i'm gen z & it was like 10 years ago that i really started being on the internet but it's entirely possible that this was happening before that) there's also been a big push for social activism on the internet. which is fine, it's a great way to spread information. but somehow people have blended using social media for activism and for entertainment to the point that people nowadays think you can use fandom for activism (which...you can't. shipping mlm or whatever isn't activism). which has caused a lot of problems bc they also combine this with purity culture in many ways (you can't ship x bc it's bad, if you like this movie you're a fascist sympathizer, x book from the '70's is bad bc of outdated language despite that it was groundbreaking for the time, all classics are bad bc they were written by white men hundreds of years ago, etc).

idk, i don't understand why ppl are so against the hp fandom. obviously jkr is horrible. but i havent seen a single hp fan on tumblr that's been pro-jkr. & i've seen tons of trans and otherwise queer people that are still in the fandom, as well as people from other minorities she's said horrible things about. but it feels like people are more focused on hating jkr than supporting trans people (which is actually is a criticism i have in many different things) & that extends to hating anything remotely hp related including random people. & if it's really that big of a concern, people should block the tag. if it's going to upset you, block it. it's not that hard. i block so much random stuff just bc i find it annoying (ie the met gala).

but, yeah, random person on tumblr talking about hp isn't going to hurt anyone or give jkr money. you already have the books (& movies if you care about them) probably since before jkr was the way she is. no more money spent. & honestly as long as you don't give jkr money nothing anyone on tumblr does is going to help her. i'd say that most people can't do anything on social media that'll help jkr. like unless you're an influencer on tiktok & promoting it & not openly anti-jkr, you're probably not helping jkr at all. (also random side note bc i like browsing at thrift stores, if anyone wants anything hp related i've seen a ton of hp shirts, books, etc at thrift stores lately. like i said i'm gen z so my parents have the books but i don't. i will thrift them someday if i ever decide i want them).

but i do find it concerning that people think they can tell a hp fan that they are supporting transphobia but they probably do nothing to help trans people. when really the best way to combat jkr is not to attack harry potter but to attack transphobia by donating to relevant causes, protesting, etc. especially if you live in the uk due to current events.

also side note i see lots of people saying "harry potter was always bad all along." i'm sorry but the amount of money jkr made in such a short amount of time and the massive affect hp had on pop culture is proof against that. or did people forget that every other fandom has hundreds of fics that are hogwarts aus. & i've started to see the same thing happen with neil gaiman's stuff. which first off i doubt jkr even really thought about trans people when she wrote the books, the books were written during a time when queer rights weren't that good & the average person never even thought about queer people. it's not a manifesto as much as she wants to say it is today, it was just a story. a story that was written fairly well. it has its flaws, but nothing's perfect. i don't think we should retroactively say hp is the worst series ever just bc jkr sucks. same with gaiman. bc that's just purity culture wrapped up in supposed wokeness. "my pure books written by my pure author." listen, jkr's bigotry doesn't make her books badly written.

sorry for the kinda confusing rant, i'm not focusing very well rn lol so it's kinda all over the place. but sorry about this crap. & i hope that people will start actually trying to do something to help queers instead of sending anons to random fandom blogs.

So many great insights here! Thanks for sharing. I agree completely. I like Shakespeare. It doesn't mean I think that we should go back to the way society was in the 1600s. Also, liking something "pure" doesn't make you a good person. You have to actually do the work of being a good person. No shortcuts. Also thank you for the kind words! So nice of you to send words of support along with your interesting well articulated thoughts!

[inamagicalhallucination]

sskk no powers au where they both go to the same cafe everyday to draw 

on atsushi’s side

he goes everyday, orders a drink and a new sweet to try and then he sits near a window to sketch

sometimes a friend will come along - but the cafe isn’t too loud but has a steady amount of people and to atsushi its a perfect place to sketch and get ideas for his work

he likes to sketch all sorts of ppl

the short hatted ginger who he’d seen when he’d gone out with dazai - who had been lovely to draw until he saw dazai scowled and stomped away much to atsushi’s confusion

the red headed girl who’d noticed him drawing and struck up a conversation with him and was now one of his dearest friends lucy

and him

he came to the cafe just as much as atsushi himself 

he’d sit in the corner and scribble away

always alone

he had long elegant fingers and pale skin, dark hair the lightened at the bottom that he’d pull back after sitting there for a while

he always wore black and kept to himself

he was the most beautiful person atsushi’s eyes had ever seen

and in no time atsushi’s sketch book was filled with him

/

when atsushi’s friend called him up about a gallery type event open to a wide range of invited artists he’d been excited

especially when all that the theme had been was a simple ‘beauty’ 

his cheeks were only a little red when his section was filled with the same muse

//

on akutagawa’s side

akutagawa finds drawing ppl to be rather dull

humans can be intriguing but individually? akutagawa’s art focuses on the world - landscapes - groups of humans travelling - never one single person

akutagawa comes to the cafe after a long week of not being able to find anything intriguing enough

cafe’s are relatively crowded so he thinks he can sketch for a while until something hits him

when he sees him 

the sunlight from the window illuminating white hair, long lashes brushing his cheeks as he looked down at whatever was in front of him, pink lips curled into a small genuine smile

when the boy looked up, potentially becuz he felt akutagawa’s staring, akutagawa saw his eyes, purple and gold

akutagawa ryuunosuke was a smitten man

and before he knew it, he was coming back to the cafe every day hoping to catch a glimpse of the man, hsi pencil tracing the shapes of him over and over in his sketchbook

akutagawa had been wrong

this one person was the most breathtaking view, nothing else in the world could ever compare

objectively of course

/

akutagawa’s friends notice his newfound muse as they help him take out the pieces he’s selected for his section in the gallery of his sister’s friend’s friend 

akutagawa thinks its just becuz they know him so well - not all his works featured the boy’s face - though all were inspired by him

no one else would notice

well

other than the white haired boy standing in front of his work, wide eyed, red cheeked, and mouth agape

akutagawa would be embarrassed if he himself hadn’t just seen the white haired boy- atsushi nakajima’s - work himself 

//

so pretty much artist atsushi draws cute cafe boy and ends up putting cute cafe boy inspired pieces in a gallery and akutagawa draws his own cute cafe boy and puts them in the same event and boom they’re drawing each other so now they’re in the middle of the gallery doing that one spider man meme

[sirenfromthelostcity]

Snowed In Part 2 [Modern! Mizu x Reader]

Ngl y’all I was really touched by the amount of ppl asking for the proposal scene lol. I was a little worried that maybe the blurb was like too fluffy but I'm really glad you guys liked it, ya big softies lol (but same). This came out a little longer than i anticipated but i was just adding some stuff to add to your relationship and i reeaaalllyy hope you guys like it <3 Also I think i might do one more lil part just to involve the rest of the crew and their reaction to the news so stay tuned for that as well.

Part 1!

Although your anniversary dinner plans were ruined by the snow, it was impossible to remain upset. After all how could one be upset when they're being comfortably held in the arms of their lover watching one of your favorite shows together?

Admittedly you did suggest your bedroom when Mizu asked if you wanted watch something after dinner but she was rather insistent on making it a living room activity. So there you both were, laid together on a makeshift bed of various pillows and blankets in the middle of your living room floor. The lights were low, Mizu was warm and the snowfall was the perfect romantic backdrop.

"Y'know," you started, "this day did not go how we had planned at all but honestly I can't imagine a better way to spend our anniversary together," you contentedly sighed.

"That makes two of us," Mizu snuggled you closer and planted a kiss on your head. "But the night isn't over yet."

She gently moved to get up from her position and you pouted at her for ending your cuddling session.

"I'm getting up to get your gift," she laughed.

"Oh right! I'll go get yours too." you quickly paused your show as you both retreated for your gifts.

Once both you and Mizu retrieved your gifts you both returned to your makeshift bed and sat across from each other. Mizu decided to go first and handed you a large gift bag. Your eyes widened in both joy and surprise as you pull out a designer bag that you've been trying to acquire for a long time.

"Oh my God, Mizu! This is sold out everywhere how did you get this?"

"I know people," she smugly shrugged her shoulders.

"Akemi?"

"Actually believe it or not... Taigen."

"Taigen?! You worked together with Taigen for my gift?" you eyes widened again. Mizu and Taigen weren't enemies per say but they definitely very easily got on each other's nerves, however it was mostly banter. Mostly.

"Yeah despite him being Taigen, he can be quite useful sometimes and I know how long you've been hunting for this bag."

"Oh honey, thank you. I really appreciate it and I love it," you lean towards her to give her a gentle kiss before putting the purse back in the gift bag and setting it aside.

Excitedly you reached for your gift and handed it to Mizu. It was a smaller bag and the first thing Mizu pulled out from it was her favorite perfume.

"I was just running low on this, thank you babe," Mizu smiled at you but you informed her there was one more gift for her in the bag. She dug back in and pulled out a small rectangular red velvet box. Carefully she opened it and in it was a beautiful gold heart pendant. She was in awe of the craftsmanship. You prompted her to flip it to the back and engraved on the heart read the words "Forever Yours" with your initials right below it.

“You have my heart," you said to her. "Promise to keep it safe?”

“With my life,” she looked back up at you. “Baby I love it thank you so much,” she practically leaped over from her spot to envelope you in a hug.

“I’m glad you like it,” you chuckled into the crook of her neck.

When Mizu broke away she quickly went to put on the necklace but you insisted on aiding her. With one hand she held up her long hair and turned to allow you access to put on the necklace. Once it was on she went to observe it again, as if she couldn’t stop admiring it.

“Can you take me to where you had this made so I can make one for you too?” She asked, still looking at the pendant.

"Really?" you asked, your excitement shinning though.

“Yeah,” she smiled at you. “I have your heart and I want you to have mine.”

Overjoyed at her words, you leaned in and kissed her both softly and ardently.

“I’d really like that too. I can take you next week yeah?”

Mizu nodded and leaned back in to continue the kiss. Passion flowed within you both and the kiss became needier. This time you took the initiative and without breaking the kiss you gently pushed Mizu to lie on her back. Your free hand reached to cradle Mizu's face, effectively deepening the kiss. Mizu almost allowed herself to get lost in it but when she felt the small ring box poke at her hip she was brought back to her objective . Gently, she broke free from the kiss.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, slightly alarmed.

"Yeah I just... have to use the bathroom."

"Oh okay," you rolled onto the side to allow Mizu to get up. "I'll wait for you to come back to continue the show."

"Nah no need. Continue without me I'll be quick," Mizu reached for the remote and pressed play on your show before seemingly heading towards the bathroom connected to your room.

In actuality Mizu just wanted you distracted and not focused on how long she'd be gone. She had all her materials for the proposal packed in two of her gym bags but she wanted it all to look perfect and that could take some time.

After about 15 minutes you started to get a little worried and when you tried to enter your room to access the bathroom you realized your room door is locked.

"Hey babe are you okay?” you knocked at the door.

“Yeah! I’m almost out just looking for something," Mizu tried to sound casual but her tone definitely sounded a little panicked which did nothing to ease your composure.

“Do you need help looking for it?”

“No it’s okay! I’ll be out soon.”

You did have a spare key for your room in case you were ever accidentally locked out of it. The thought did occur to you to go get it but something to just give Mizu a little more time. After about 5 more minutes, she finally comes out of your room.

“Found what you’re looking for?”

Mizu nodded. "I have one more surprise for you," from behind she pulled out a black blindfold and immediately you're intrigued.

"Well if it involves that blindfold then I'm liking it already."

Mizu laughed at your response before extending her hand to help you stand up. Carefully she wrapped the blindfold over your eyes and guided you into your shared room. Immediately you're greeted with warmer temperature and the soft scent of roses. Slowly Mizu removed the blindfold.

Your room was lit with strategically placed candles and littered with red and pink rose petals. Placed purposefully on the bed was a box of your favorite chocolate and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The scene was so intimate and warm. You even caught sight of a small fire extinguisher so you know Mizu really thought this out.

"Oh my god, Mizu this is..." the remainder of your sentence got stuck on your throat when you turned to thank Mizu and saw her propped on one knee holding out a box with a diamond ring.

Immediately your eyes began to tear up, overcome with the realization of what was happening. Instinctively your hand went to cover your mouth but a small overjoyed sob managed to escape from you.

"(Y/N)," Mizu started with glossy eyes as she too struggled to hold back her happy tears. "I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. For a long time I didn't even think this kind of love was actually real, until I met you. I love waking up to you every single day and I've learned to love and appreciate life more since you've allowed me to enter yours. You just make me so fucking happy," she sniffled. "I didn't think it was possible to be as happy and feel as safe with being happy as you've made me feel. Being with you made me feel like I was so easy to love and I want to dedicate the rest of my life ensuring you feel the same way. Will you allow me the greatest honor imaginable, will you marry me?"

"Yes of course I'll marry you!" you cried and wrapped your arms around her in a fervent embrace.

You both cried into each other, so full of love and absolute happiness. You pulled back from the hug and leaned in to share your first kiss as an engaged couple. It was a salty kiss as the tears are still fresh on both of your faces but neither of you cared.

You extended your left hand to Mizu and she happily slid the ring onto your finger.

“Perfect fit,” she smiled.

“It’s so pretty,” you admired the gem, it truly did cater to your taste. “Babe, it’s perfect you made such a good selection.”

“I like to think I know you well enough to pick out a ring you’d like, now I’m glad to know I’m right,” she lightly chuckled as she snaked a hand around your waist and snuggled you closer to her.

“We’re engaged now,” you mumbled as Mizu started planting kisses on your temple, the feeling of euphoria still coursing through you. “You’re my fiancé.”

“And soon you’ll be my wife,” she added, grasping your left hand in hers and tenderly rubbing at your ring finger. “Then we‘ll just have forever together.”

“Forever together,” you whispered as you leaned into the crook of her neck. “I love the sound of that.”

A/N: if the ending looks a lil weird font wise is bc I had to copy from my notes app bc I had previously wrote something and it didn’t save on the draft 🙃. Ngl I’m feeling a bit iffy about this but i really hope you guys enjoyed the read! 💗

Edit: I forgot to say but feel free to change what Mizu gifts you, like if you’re not into designer bags then ofc yeah just substitute what you want. It’s kinda hard to write what gift to get you bc ppl are diff like not everyone is gonna like the same thing 😂