#but i'm not sorry for inflicting this on all of you (affectionate)

[a-master-procrastinator]

@mmigrainee said that Auletta looks like the type of person who would fry salad, and she is so right. And since this picture now can't leave my mind, you'll have to suffer it as well.

[yandere-wishes]

Yandere! Darth Maul Headcanons (Ft. Darth Talon)

Author Note: I'm so sorry this is definitely not my best work😭😭 I just really needed to get this out of my head. Inspired by this video

Warnings: Spicy but absolutely no smut, odd take on poly relationships, Talon and reader have a sisterly bond...sorta.

Thinking about being Maul's little darling. His sweet little princess. But also being Darth Talon's co-darling. The innocent little doll ensnared between two big scary Sith lords. 

Maul constantly has the two of you seated pretty on his lap. As he lounges on the throne of Mandalore. Talon is always embellished in tight black fabrics that do little to cover her impressive physic. She knows they're to Maul's delight. Always so eager to indulge her master. 

Yet when it comes to you Maul insists you wear long ravishing velvet dresses. Adorned with delicate jewels to augment your beauty. It makes you feel fragile, like a porcelain doll fabricated simply for his pleasure. Still, you dare not protest. 

You and Talon trail kisses down Maul's chest. Occasionally biting his lips, begging for a kiss. You feel his emotions in crashing waves, not love, not reverence. Rather something more akin to pride. An all-consuming darkness that floods the soul, overwhelming every other emotion. Maybe it's the closest to an "affectionate" sentiment that Maul can express. 

Maul uses both the force and his fingers to trace the contours of your bodies. Memorizing each dip and curve. Ever so intimately familiar with each scar. You both shiver as he runs his claws up and down your spins. Perfectly dividing his attention across the both of you.

You've come to cherish the feeling of his horns when they nick at the skin of your neck. constantly mesmerized by the small puncture holes that litter your throat amongst a plethora of love bites. 

Talon's older, more experienced. She's like an older sister constantly looking out for you. She's eager to show you how to please Maul. Reminding you of where he likes to be bitten, where he likes to be kissed. He demands submission but loves when you put up a fight. 

You've started to treasure her presence, enjoying having someone who understands almost every fiber of your life. It's almost like having a sister and an anam cara. You love the way her hand fits so perfectly in yours, fingers entangled much like your souls.

She's the one who told you about Maul's insecurities. About how his robotic legs play testament to failures he refuses to relinquish. 

That night you make a show of kissing stars into his cyberntics. tracing your fingers over the prosthetics as you sing his praises. Talon follows your lead, impressed with your acumen. Delighted in how you turn her master's sorrow into a source of his pleasure. 

Maul seldom says he' loves you'. In hindsight, that night may have been the first time you've heard such words escape his perfect lips. 

Maul loves to inflict pain on both of you claiming you in the way of deep cuts and bruises. Your blood between his teeth and your pulse in his palm.

You always leave weak kisses on Maul's arm when he chokes you. Your devotion soothes his rage. Yet he's never given up an opportunity to throw you around like a rag doll. 

You're the only one ever permitted to watch Maul give Talon her sith tattoos. It's a hallowed rite, a secret shared between master and apprentice. Yet they both adore you so much, wanting to incorporate you into their rituals. 

Both Maul and Talon refuse to train you. Neither in the way of the Sith nor in the art of lightsaber. Both master and apprentice fear the harsh ways of the Sith would simply break a fragile doll like you beyond repair. 

Sometimes Maul gets busy, too caught up in ruling Mand'alor, too preoccupied to even remember he has two lovers awaiting him. 

You start to lose your mind on such days, having long since lost your identity. You merely exist to serve him, only ever alive in the presence of your lord. It's hard to know what to do when his ethos is faded, too far for you to reach. When he isn't an inch away from you. Leaving shallow kisses along your skin.

Talon tries to comfort you, her mind may be tattered yet she still regains some sense of self-worth. She hugs you close, rubbing soothing circles on your back. She tells you tales of when she was a child before her apprenticeship began. 

Sometimes she recounts stories of when Maul had been merely a boy, a small child still too scrawny to wield a lightsaber. The tales seem fictitious, bordering on sacrilege. You shudder to think of Maul as anything less than immaculate, anything less than eternal.

Eventually, the two of you just barge into the throne room. Ignoring the officials or higher-ranking aristocrats may be present. You simply curl up in Maul's lap, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

"Want you, want you" you whine desperately, loud enough for only his ears to hear. You're utterly anguished for comfort, for affection, for him. Talon rubs your shoulder, eyes looking at Maul in yearning. 

Maul rolls his eyes, deducing it best to scold the two of you in private. He simply pats your head and embraces you closer to his chest. Leaving a chaste kiss on your knuckles. 

In the end, the two of you are his and only his. His two precious darlings. There's nothing in this universe Maul wouldn't do for the two of you. 

[helloescapist]

Hi hi hi, anon who asked if the request are open or not, thank you so much for your answer.

Can I please ask you for some headcanons of NSFW for Shinobu ? I feel like it would be something very important to her in a sense that she rarely let her true emotions slip but in some occasion like that she's completely herself because she share a special moment with her s/o. Excited to see your hcs about that. ❤️

hello, hello!

You know, I think a lot of ways you're right. For Shinobu, I believe that trusting a partner requires a high level of intimacy from her, and that she would allow her mask to slip--- That being said, I think you could see two different sides of Kocho depending on the moment. You may witness her sweet and affectionate side, or you may be met with her wrath (Never forget her battle tactics!). Which ever she entrusts to you, is a big indicator of her unwavering faith in you.

This is also my first NSFW Headcannon, so I'm sorry if it doesn't meet expectations!

The Hashiras in Bed | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 2766?

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader, casual and commitment mentioned

Content Warning(s): MDNI, NSFW, light bdsm/rough, mentions of masturbation, positions, biting

Summary: NSFW headcannons, what sex and intimacy means to the Insect Pillar.

[Art work is not mine, all credit goes to the original artist]

Engaging in a physical relationship with Shinobu Kocho may sound exciting at first, and well, it is. However, it certainly comes with its own risks. The piercing gaze of her amethyst eyes concealing the depths of her passion. The roll of her hips well experienced in the rock of her pelvis as she torments your own. Ensuring the space between the two of you is just enough to allow for teasing, faintly peppered sensation against her. The quip of her smile, taunting at the growing excitement that flusters your reactions. The small tug of your needy fingers against the flesh of her thighs, eyes averted as you beg for her touch.

On one hand, Shinobu can be a giving lover that is ready and eager to meet your needs, but on the other, she can be quite sadistic in her endeavors. Which version you receive can depend on a few things, such as your personal sexual preferences, but also the status of your relationship balanced by the duration together.

For Shinobu, sex is two sides of the same coin, and truthfully, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has visited a brothel or two. For one thing, she’s rather open to a variety of experiences, and an encounter with no strings emotions attached means that she has the opportunity to slip the façade from her smile.

If it is a partner who she has no intentions of seeing ever again, well, why should she should she hold back? There will be no hesitation from the Insect Hashira to place you in any position she pleases.

Taunt you, tease you, or simply straight to having her needs satisfied. She really lacks decorum, and bedside manners. Her temper offered the rare opportunity to breath, the poison wielder’s tongue can be quite sharp in a casual bed, but to the same affect, you could easily win her over in this state.

It’s rare that she relents her inner most thoughts and desires like this, and if you started out as a one-time fling in a brothel by coin, willing to accept her upon her next visit. Well, you’ll find yourself with a loyal customer.

In this dynamic, you will find more often than not that Shinobu is the dom of the relationship regardless of the sexual equipment you possess. The rare opportunity to bite, to hiss to flare her fangs as she did in her youth. 

It would be little surprise that she will not hesitate to inflict verbal assault on a willing partner.

“Look how excited you are, after so little? You pathetic little whore.”

Prepare to be mistreated, and degraded. Really, she could care less about the place, or position. You will do as you are told, but to the same extent, I can’t imagine that she would be a high risk taker in most regards.

She prides herself on placating a smile in the work place, and keeping her inner sadist under wraps is a priority. this is strictly business, no need for the niceties, or song-and dance routine. Strip.

This version of Shinobu would not know hesitation in treating her perspective partner roughly either. You can expect to be tied up, lightly slapped, on the receiving end of rough sex, even down forcing you to your knees to service her.

You’re welcome to try and play switch. , she’ll think it’s adorable. She’ll allow you the opportunity, but only for amusement. When she has determined she’s had enough, you will know your place. in a casual fling, you’re the sub.

Though, truth be told, she’s really not as fond of casual sex, and places a high importance on a true connection. You already know Shinobu hates to waste time, and more often than not, a temporary agreement really isn’t up to her standards. ugh training someone to let them go.

On top of that, she spends all of her time at the Butterfly Estate and treating patients, I can see sexual health being on her mind at all times.

That being said, the Insect Hashira will be the exact opposite with her perspective partner. In a committed relationship, in fact, her over consideration of her lover’s pace may leave you with the impression that your relationship is stagnant, or perhaps that she’s not interested in physical intimacy. you would be wrong.

Truthfully, Kocho is actually a respectful partner, and as such, she really does allow you to set the pace. If you’re slow to approach sex, don’t worry about it. she can take care of herself as the need arises.

However, if you place a high importance on compatibility, and sex is an early expectation, she’s willing to perform.

But you’ll find that she will not regard you in the same manner as her more casual flings. Even if you started out as a purely physical relationship, upon having decided that she desires an emotional bond as well, you’ll notice a switch has gone off in her.

Her mask secured and tethered, and her treatment rather gentle. Shinobu will regard her lover with the utmost care. Delicate kisses, small nips. Nothing that would dare mar your complexion.

While she’s proud of you, in this state, she’s not likely to leave a mark. TO do so would mean hurting you, and as the person she cherishes, Kocho is not inclined to inflict pain. Just as she does in a relationship, you will find that the Insect Pillar place a high importance on satisfying her lover’s needs.

Willing to spend hours dedicated to proclaiming her devotion across your flesh. Your pleasure is in some ways, her own.

Cry for her, moan, meet those cute little purrs that assure her she has found your core properly. she thinks your adorable when you cry.

As the lover of the Insect Pillar, you’ll find that Shinobu is rather playful in the bedroom. She enjoys experimenting, just as she does with her blade. Rather than being on the receiving end of poisons, you will find yourself subject to a variety of scents and aphrodisiacs.

Like a test subject, always being studied. Appraising every reaction. As she tinkers with the recipes, growing more and more bold over time. Using your very own biology against you, Shinobu will procure a concoction that will have you on your knees begging for her touch.

she will tease not giving it to you, but of course she will.

Just as she can be coy with her creations, you shouldn’t be too surprised to have a toy invited into the bedroom. The medic is a scientist after all, and very… thorough with anatomy.

The perfect placement of a vibrator caught at the tip of your dick/ nestled at the bud of your clit, go on cry. she’s grinning. or if you find yourself desiring penetration, she has the perfect strap on in mind. Give her a moment to prep. all while maintaining eye contact you.

Her brain is always ticking, always thinking of what positions to lure you into. Ways to stroke upon you, where to rub, where to nibble. she’s ready to explore.

Bratty in the way she regards your responses. Playful, and purring her adoration for how cute you are beneath her. She really gets off on your blush, and shock.

Shinobu will seize every opportunity to play with positions. 69 is a regular candidate. Her sex pressed against your face, rubbing roughly against your tongue as she delves her mouth around your core.

Position herself in front of you, spreading your legs as well as her own, lavishing in mutual masturbation. Really, Kocho favors any position that has you spread before her. Laid out, unable to avoid her piercing gaze, forced to lock eyes admist your desperate moans.

She adores getting to your preferences, so the more forthcoming you are, the happy you both are. She may even approach these topics shamelessly in the light of day.

Foreplay with Shinobu, is a difficult road. She’s not always on top of social cues, or expectations, and even the routine can be a bit mundane or bizarre for her.

sex is a logical need, the emotions in it… less so

She can be a little selfish. You may find yourself disappointed if you expect her to just *know* foreplay is desired. However, as long as you communicate that you’ve a high importance on it, she is more than willing to learn. she loves the examples you provide.

She’s quite the hands-on learner, and will be more than forthcoming. She’s taking notes for every little moan you make, the way you peek to her touch. Oh, she’ll remember that for next time. The rub across your collar bone, her breath warm against your neck and the desperate attempt of your hips twitching, resisting the urge to buck. noted.

Really, she may forget about the niceties of sex all together if you don’t bring it up, or if say, Tengen has noticed you’re irritable, he may impart some advice upon her. While the intrusion annoys her and pops that little vein in her forehead, shit, he’s right you will find her dedicating more time to foreplay.

Just like with foreplay, you may worry about the intimacy level of your sex life. Again, Shinobu at times can be to the point, and as long as you indicate what you want in your encounters, you won’t be disappointed. Just be sure to communicate with her.

She’s more than willing to be intimate and snuggly with you as long as she knows it’s what you desire. Shinobu will tease you for being needy.

At this stage of your relationship, you will have to openly push for your needs if you desire rougher activities. Don’t get me wrong, she will very much oblige, but she’ll require some coaxing.

To slip her mask to her lover is a deeper form of intimacy, as though exposing herself to the outside world. With a secure bond and a trustable partner, she’ll be able to slowly sink back into old patterns if you’re a fling it.

In which case, the return of dom Shinobu is upon you. you asked for this. Please be careful.

Truthfully, if you were to approach your lover, she’s fairly open to a variety of experiences, is fairly receptive to your requests. There won’t be much need to plead your case, but understand that if after your experiment is concluded, she may express it was not something she will repeat.

She’s not disappointed in you, or angry, it just isn’t her cup of tea. Don’t try to pressure her, just as she would never pressure you.

So if you’ve decided you want to be the sub, and allow her to release her inner demons upon your flesh, well she can be prompted to do so, but only she’s sure that your relationship can with stand her tongue.

the things her tongue can do when it’s kind though

Understand that while she is more than willing to be harsh on you, Shinobu would not tolerate being smacked back. In fact, I believe it would result in a very bad time for the both of you.

Either her irritation drawing her wrath, and pinning you to the bed, or quite the bridge in your relationship all together. tread lightly

You shouldn’t expect Shinobu to be up for a breeding kink either. While she’s understanding that sex procures offspring, and that at the core of the action, reproduction is the goal… it’s not for her. To her, sex is enjoyment. The rush of hormones, the ache of muscles, and nerves. kids, no thanks.

The Insect Pillar’s sense of humor has always been hit or miss, but you may find that it randomly reveals itself during sex.

It could be something small, such as the way your cheeks stuffed with the toy reminds her of a squirrel preparing for winter, or it could be the way she has intentionally set you up for a cheeky moment, there’s really no telling. It’s also okay if you really… don’t get it. it’s Shinobu.

As long as you allow yourself to laugh, or just understand that she would never laugh at you, then all is well. Her goofiness during sex will catch you off guard, but in those moments, it’s actually rather sweet and tender.

Giving way to softer kisses, and lingering touches.

I love you can occasionally be slipped in during foreplay, and during sex. Just powdered across wherever her heart compels her to do so. It may be her fingers caught between your legs, the roll of your head as you cry for the stars, it could be when she’s rubbed against your thighs, or the roll of her breast against your hand, or even as the euphoria of climax slips from your tongue.

If it’s crossed her mind, she’s already saying it. it’s the truth after all.

Really, mental stimulation is a strong need for Shinobu. Boredom is not an option, and to touch upon her sense, to captivate her mind, can lead to an intense session.

That being said, I believe that a partner Shinobu really trusts, and is willing to give of themselves will be surprised at how she can allocate the control over. You’ll discover a hidden category of Shinobu’s sex life.

A dirty secret she has concealed from the world. Kocho. Is. A. Sub. But only for you. Only for you will she rear her ass the night air, face slammed down into a pillow.

Desperately crying, the cutest little pillow princess beneath your grasp. Her small bratty comments quick to be corrected. Adorable as the shy touch of your hand against her breast, and shyly averting her eyes.

Struggling with whether she should admit that she adores your boldness, and be rewarded by her compliance, or if she should dare temp your temper, to see how far she can push your resolve. punish her.

No, I believe it would be a rather special, and long commitment that would give the Insect Pillar the strength to let go. To allow her innermost desires loosened and frayed, to allow herself a moment of weakness. OF tender touches, and soft cries into the night. Resolve her control, to be cared for, and tended to. To allow someone to take the reins and guide her. blindfold play.

Slip the mask she bares as the Insect Pillar from her façade. To discard her duties, and her title, to just simply be your lover, delicate between your fingers her hands finger through your hair as she desperately pleads your name.

the level of trust she’d put in you to have reached this point alone is so, so much

Really, to Shinobu sex is the solidification of the bond, and to allow you to see the true her.

If she has the thought and you haven’t completely destroyed her, Shinobu would need no guidance in aftercare.

If you were rough on her, she’ll be sensitive as you gently coddle her. The small hitches of her breath revealing her state of stimulation. round two?

But if in the event, she was forthcoming with you, she’ll delight in playing with your legs. A warm towel, gentle as she thoroughly scrubs the soft pink of your flesh. Joyfully giggling at how sensitive you are, welcoming the opportunity to tease you. Over stimulate you. ah but she means for it to be aftercare… she’ll make it up to you.

Her medical training will place hero on autopilot at times. “I did go rather deep, here, allow me,” as she assist your walk of shame to the bathroom. Draws a bath, and soothes your hair.

She may be rough, but she can be just as sweet, understanding the physical strain she placed upon your body. Nurse play can be expected in the aftercare.

Praise during the act will likely, not happen.

Words are not a strong suit for her, and while she adores the roll of your hips, and the captivating way you have captured her hands above her head, she’s more inclined to make sassy, disobedient remarks than anything else.  

Although I believe the compliments, she would pay you in the aftermath would be sweeter than honey. Intoxicating as the pillow breath has robbed your lungs of oxygen, and your brain of thought process. Just barely able to process that she has paid you sweet appraisal.

Patting your head after you’ve lapped your tongue against her clit and thrown her to climax, assuring you that you have done a very good job.

Other times, she may be tossed to the bedding, the roll of her chest meeting the puff of breath alongside sweat, blushing wildly and eyes languid as she utters her devotion breathless to your actions. well done.

To relenquish your body and soul to Shinobu is to understand that she too, will give you all of her.

It’s trust.

It’s intimacy.

It’s her.

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Like Or Like Like | Bottom Alejandro Vargas x Top Male Reader | Smut

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Brief descriptions of imfected wounds (its not that bad probably), confessions, some kissing, partialism (hands), little bit of dick sucking, anal fingering, anal sex, lotion as lube, soft sex.

A/N; Wow this is,,, it's been a while, haha.... sorry 🫡 i'm here with a much requested part 2 to that alejandro fic! Also im sorry for the middle pic being a white person again 💔 it was all i could find. last time it was tanner but this is just white white.

Synopsis; Unfortunately for Y/N, the bite inflicted by Alexander turned into an infection. He doesn't want to change the dressing of his wound, and luckily Alejandro is more than willing to help him out.

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As it turned out, the bite was infected. The man's saliva had entered the wound causing a nasty bacterial infection. Y/N brought himself to a nurse, her face falling upon seeing the crudely wrapped-up hand.

“What the fuck is that…” she asked.

“You remember that bite?” Y/N asked, walking over and sitting on the bed next to her stool.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, face palming and sighing exasperatedly.

It wasn’t bad enough to have spread to the bloodstream yet, so Y/N was left with a tightly wrapped hand, bandages, and ointment. He would dread replacing his bandages. The thought of peeling back the gauze, sticking to the wound and causing the whole ordeal to be more painful than it would have been if Y/N had just used the antiseptic he had been given when he first obtained the wound.

The nurse instructed him to change it before sleeping and to make sure the bandages weren't too tight to make the infection worse.

“I don’t wanna…” Y/N muttered, slumped back on the couch next to Gaz who was chatting with Soap across from him. He glanced at the H/C next to him with an eyebrow raised.

“Don’t want to do what?” he asked.

“Change these bandages…” he muttered back, waving his hand to emphasise.

“Ahh. You did that to yourself, you know,” Gaz commented, turning back to Soap to continue their conversation.

“No jodas, Kyle,” Y/N grumbled, pushing himself off the couch and leaving for his quarters.

He didn't expect to run into Alejandro on his way there, but it was a welcomed interaction.

“Hey,” he said. Y/N smiled at him and reached for the door to his room, opening it. “Are you going to bed? La noche aún es joven.”

“Not yet, I’m changing this,” he said, gesturing to his hand.

“Ahh, right.” Alejandro stared at his hand for a moment. “Want me to change it for you?”

“Por favor, hazlo,” Y/N sighed with relief. “I hate doing this.”

He welcomed Alejandro into his room, the man taking in his small room. It was very messy. He wonders how he doesn't get into trouble with room inspections. Y/N walked over to the desk in the corner and grabbed a few things off it. Alejandro sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed, taking the materials that he gave him. Y/N grabbed the chair and positioned it in front of Alejandro before sitting down and looking back into his eyes. Christ, he could get lost in them. Pitch black and mesmerising. Utterly addictive. Y/N could stare at him for hours, taking in every wrinkle and crease in his tan skin.

Alejandro put his hand out, Y/N resting his in his palm and watching as he began unfurling the dressings. He worked quickly and carefully but paused when he got to the gauze. He raised his gaze, nearly flinching when Y/N's affectionate stare met his eyes. He smiled warmly at him, and Alejandro’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and press his lips against Y/N's, wrap his arms around his neck and feel his hands all over his body. His hands. God, even when there was a grotesque infected wound on it, it still looked beautiful. He stared at his hand for a moment

“¿Estás listo?” he asked, fingers prodding at the edge of the gauze. Y/N nodded and bit his lip in anticipation. Alejandro carefully began pulling it back, Y/N wincing as it pulled at the dried liquid that had mended the skin and plaster together. He grunted as Alejandro pulled the rest of it off, sighing in relief as it was over.

“Fuck, that hurt,” he muttered.

Alejandro reached for the ointment beside him, unscrewing the cap before squeezing the cream out of the tube, thoroughly coating each tooth mark. He wished it was a mark in the shape of his teeth, minus the broken skin, rather than that man.

He grabbed a fresh gauze pad, pressed it to the wound and wrapped it up quickly to end this distraction.

“There we go. Bueno como nuevo,” Alejandro said, gathering the medical supplies.

Before he could stand to put them back, Y/N placed a hand on his knee, squeezing it gently. He looked up and met Y/N’s gaze, breath catching in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Y/N responded, smiling slightly. “I just like you. I like you a lot.”

Alejandro's eyes widened for a moment before settling and fixating on Y/N’s lips, flickering between them and his E/C eyes.

“I like you too.”

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N asked. Alejandro took in a shaky breath.

“Sí,” he answered after a short time. Y/N let his other hand comb through Alejandro’s hair, glancing at his lips before tenderly pressing his against them.

His eyes fluttered shut and he sighed quietly, bringing his hand up to hold the back of Y/N's neck while the other held the hand on his knee.

Y/N pulled back and looked at Alejandro's face, adoration was written on his face.

“No tienes idea de cuánto tiempo he querido hacer eso,” Alejandro whispered. Y/N huffed and started to move away completely but was stopped by Alejandro pulling him back. “¿Dónde crees que vas?”

“¿Dónde crees que vas?” Y/N teased, resting his forehead against Alejandro's.

“I want more than a kiss,” he whispered, staring deeply into Y/N’s eyes.

“Okay,” he said back.

He leaned forward and locked their lips once more, slowly pushing Alejandro back onto the bed, manoeuvring him slightly to be laying on it properly. His hand moved up to hold his thigh as he placed one knee between his legs. He tilted his head and parted his lips, letting his tongue peek out. Alejandro met it with his own, slowly running along Y/N’s and humming with contentment.

Alejandro’s hands made their way up into Y/N’s hair, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling gently, earning a sweet groan from the other male. Pulling back, Y/N pressed a chaste kiss to his jaw before slowly kissing down the side of his neck, nipping at the skin between his teeth occasionally.

“Fuck, get on with it,” Alejandro said, slapping Y/N’s shoulder playfully.

Y/N snicked and slid a hand down Alejandro’s body before slipping it under his shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up and allowing his fingers to brush against Alejandro's warm skin. He quickly sat up and moved to pull off his shirt, Alejandro doing the same and reaching up for Y/N once they were finished. He met his embrace, pressing their lips and chests together. Alejandro tilted his head and rocked his hips up into Y/N’s as he let his tongue slide against his.

Alejandro felt dizzy with emotion, a warmth blooming in his chest. It felt good. Like eating your favourite meal after a long day. Knowing his feelings towards Y/N were reciprocated had him feeling complete for once.

Y/N moved one of his hands down Alejandro's abdomen, tracing the defined muscles and rare scar down to his happy trail. He brushed his fingers down it, slowly making his way down to his pants. He swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped them before placing his hand under the fabric and cupping his bulge through his boxers.

The breathy moan he let out could have easily become engraved in Y/N’s memory, playing on a loop in his brain. He rubbed Alejandro's half-hard cock, feeling it slowly grow to fullness as he rocked his hips up into Y/N’s palm.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll slap you,” he muttered against Y/N’s lips.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered. Y/N sat up and moved slightly to be between Alejandro's legs completely and quickly removing both of their shoes. He hooked his fingers around the waist of his pants, tucking them under the band of his boxers as well to pull them both off at once. Alejandro lifted his hips slightly to aid in the removal, and Y/N tossed the garments to the floor beside their shoes.

His cock was laid against his stomach, the head wet with pre-come. It was swollen and flushed.

“Pretty,” Y/N said quietly. Alejandro reached down to cover himself in embarrassment, only for his hand to be swatted away as Y/N dipped down to mouth at his dick, wetting the shaft with his saliva.

“Oh, Dios mío,” Alejandro breathed out. He tangled his fingers in Y/N’s hair, lightly pulling at the strands/locs.

Y/N looked up at him, meeting his gaze before licking up to the head of his cock and taking it into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and giving it a light suck to gauge his reaction.

And oh, how pretty it was. Alejandro's eyes screwed shut, his eyebrows knitting together as he threw his head back and let out a deep moan. He quickly moved his other hand to his mouth, closing over his mouth to stop his moans. Y/N ran one hand up his abdomen before settling to press on his diaphragm for a sense of comfort.

He slowly bobbed his head around Alejandro, running his tongue flat along the soft skin and tasting the pre-come on the back of his mouth. When he pulled off, Alejandro huffed in disapproval, trying to push his head back down to take him into his mouth again.

“Why would you stop?” he groaned as Y/N sat back up.

“I wanna prep you,” Y/N replied. He got off the bed and crouched down to rummage through his belongings.

“With what?” Alejandro asked, propping himself up on an elbow and watching Y/N pull out a small tube of hand lotion.

“It’s unscented. Would this be okay?” he asked.

“Sure.”

Y/N nodded and moved back to the bed, crawling over Alejandro and giving him a quick kiss before pulling away and popping open the cap. He squeezed a generous amount of lotion onto his hand and placed the tube beside Alejandro before dipping two fingers into the viscous liquid.

Alejandro spread his legs further for him as he brought his hand down to his ass, pressing his fingers against his tight hole and rubbing it slowly to aid in his comfort.

Gradually Y/N sank his index finger into his ass, pausing when Alejandro let out an uncomfortable grunt, glancing up at him with worry. Alejandro took a few deep breaths before nodding, signalling for him to move. He did, slowly pushing his finger in and out and relishing in the feeling of Alejandro clinging to him intensely. He was warm inside. Soft and warm, Y/N wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep into his heat and stay there.

It wasn’t long before Y/N was adding a second, and even a third finger inside of him. He bent his fingers into his prostate, consistently scraping against the sensitive gland and causing Alejandro's cock to weep pre-come onto his stomach.

“Joder, dame más,” Alejandro said, shifting on the bed impatiently.

“I’m getting there. Sé paciente, mi amor,” he responded, leaning down and pressing his lips to Alejandro's. He whined into the kiss but accepted it happily nonetheless.

Y/N pulled his fingers out of Alejandro and quickly pulled his pants and boxers down to allow his erection to spring out before he lathered his cock in the lotion in his palm, spreading the cold liquid evenly across it. He grabbed the tube of it and squeezed some more onto his fingers before gently pushing it inside Alejandro for extra lubricant to make it easier on him.

He placed one hand on Alejandro's hip, the other holding his cock steady as he lined it up with his hole, pushing against it slightly.

“You ready?” Y/N asked, squeezing his hip.

“Get on with it,” he grumbled. Y/N hummed and slowly began pushing himself inside, grunting at the tight fit.

Tears welled in Alejandro's eyes as he began fitting himself inside, pausing when the head had fully pushed through. Y/N scanned Alejandro's face for any sign of pain, a wave of relief washing over him when he saw none. Y/N sighed and leaned down, moving one arm to support his weight with the other still holding him steady.

Alejandro wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss. He began pushing himself further inside, carefully rocking his hips back and forth to ease him open a little more comfortably.

Rather quickly he was able to bottom out, his balls resting against Alejandro's ass. His cock twitched with interest when Y/N pulled back and slowly pushed back inside

“Ah,” he whimpered. Y/N looked at him with half-lidded eyes, being met with an equally lust-filled gaze. “Just like that,” he whispered, locking his ankles around Y/N.

Y/N smiled softly and kept up his pacing while dipping his head into Alejandro's neck and kissing the skin, leaving tender love bites and hickeys as he progressed.

Breathy moans escaped Alejandro's lips as Y/N’s cock scraped his walls perfectly, dragging along his prostate as he thrust in and out, slowly picking up his pace and going faster.

“Fuck,” he moaned, clasping a hand over his mouth. “Give me more.”

Y/N groaned at the request but obliged, quickening and deepening his thrusts and pacing. The bed creaked beneath them, mixing with the lewd slapping sound of Y/N’s balls smacking against Alejandro's ass.

Sweet praises fell from Y/N’s lips as he pounded into Alejandro, who clung to Y/N like a lifeline, digging his fingers into his back and panting into his palm. His walls hugged Y/N's cock tightly, spasming slightly from the overwhelming pleasure. Oh god, he’s good at fucking, he thought, closing his eyes tight. He felt lucky to know that Y/N wanted to do this with him, to share this with him. To be vulnerable and tender with him. To whisper into his ear that he’s infatuated with him and his smile. Everything about him.

The way he laughs, the way he does his hair. How he looks after a shower. The way he stares at Y/N’s hands thinking that he’s being sneaky.

He moved his hand from his hip up to Alejandro’s face, the latter moving his own in favour of taking Y/N’s fingers into his mouth. He pressed against his tongue, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he started fucking into him faster while indulging him in his kink, one he hadn’t even known he had before meeting Y/N.

Feeling his fingers in his mouth, his hands on his skin, it left him feeling hot and heavy.

“I’m gonna come soon,” Alejandro said, muffled by Y/N’s fingers.

“Me too,” he groaned. His thrusts grew sloppy and hard as he neared orgasm, bullying Alejandro's prostate as he slammed himself inside over and over again. “Jerk yourself off for me.”

Alejandro's hand shot down to his neglected erection, quickly wrapping his fingers around it and stroking himself rapidly. He moaned as his orgasm built up quicker than expected. He desperately tried to hold it in for as long as possible, but he still ended up spilling onto his stomach. Come spewed onto his skin, strips of the white substance coating his skin and sinking into his happy trail.

Because of how hard he came, it wasn’t long before Y/N was pulling out and coming on his stomach, their fluids mixing. Y/N sat up and admired Alejandro. He was completely lost in satisfaction.

“That’s so gross,” Y/N muttered as he took in the mess of fluids that covered Alejandro.

“It’s your fault, pendejo,” he breathed, grinning up at Y/N.

“Tal vez,” he said, smiling at him fondly. He leaned down and kissed him chastely, exhaling happily.

“Clean me up,” Alejandro said, pushing on Y/N’s forehead to get him off.

“What? Why do I have to do it?” he asked.

“Because I said so.”

Y/N groaned but got off the bed and grabbed a couple of tissues and walked back to Alejandro, sitting on the edge of the bed before beginning to wipe the come off of him.

[a-living-canvas]

Heart-shaped Strawberry

Where am I?

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. Their heads pounding in confusion. It's blurry and drowsy and strange. What happened again? The last thing they remembered was…was…

"Ouch…!" They hissed in pain, peeling their eyes open to look at a stranger in front of them. They were rubbing some disinfectant over their wounds. 

Whumper looked up at Whumpee, biting their bottom lip in worry. "I'm sorry, dear. Are you feeling alright now? Can you remember anything?" Whumper inquired, cupping Whumpee's cheek gently.

Whumpee slightly tensed up. Why is this stranger too affectionate?

"Who…who are you?"

Whumper held back a smile at the question. They put on a sad and disappointed expression. "You can't remember me?"

Whumpee shook their heads. "No…"

"Oh dear…"

Whumper pulled Whumpee into a hug, rubbing their back up and down as they rested their chin on their shoulder. "Look at what Caretaker did to you…you can't even remember me anymore…"

"...Caretaker?"

Whumper pulled back, squeezing their arms softly. "Yes, sweetheart. Do you see all these wounds on your body? It's Caretaker who did that to you. It's all their fault."

Whumper smiled gently as they wrapped their hands around Whumpee's. Their voice came out as a whisper, "I saved you."

Whumpee looked down at their body, observing the injury scattered across their skin. They took notice of the bandages that Whumper used to treat them. 

"Caretaker…did these? W-why? Did I do anything wrong?"

Whumper shook their head. "No, Whumpee. Caretaker is just sick on their heads. They take pleasure in inflicting pain to people. To you. But, don't worry. You are safe with me now. I will protect you, my little kitten."

Whumper pushed Whumpee gently to lay on the bed, pulling the blanket up for them. "You need to sleep."

Whumpee nodded, closing their eyes tight as exhaustion and confusion spun around their heads. Whumper turned the light off before walking out of the room and locked the door. A smile dripping with satisfaction plastered on their face. Even so, they couldn't help but felt a twinge of guilt in their heart for hurting Whumpee on purpose. 

Whumper never laid a finger on Whumpee before, not with the intention to harm. The only reason they made an exception for this one because they wanted Whumpee to lose their memories. They wanted to start a new life with them. Without worrying that Whumpee would return to Caretaker or leave them.

Whumper sighed. It's only a matter of time until Whumpee finally realise that they only deceived them for their own good.

[yoongsisbae]

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea - Chapter 5

A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters.

BTS fantasy AU. OT7 x reader. werewolf!Namjoon x werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x siren!Yoongi x vampire!Jimin x vampire!Jin x whatis?Taehyung.

Hi there, sorry I've been, how you say, being crushed under the weight of my responsibilities, soul-draining capitalism, and the oppressive state of the world. Anyways enjoy cause I'm really trying here :') <3

Warnings: smut, reader manipulation, blood-drinking cause vampire things, underwater sexy time, orgasm also in the water, wolfy cuddles, an awkward sope throuple :P

Word count: 5k

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“You need to explain everything to Namjoon,” he looks at you, his leader will know what to do.

“We need to find Jimin-”

“What?!”

You stand up, remembering the last moments before falling into the portal and your desperate attempt to escape.  

“Jimin’s the only one who can stop Taehyung! He just has to remember.”

“Remember what?” Yoongi looks up at you intrigued.

“His life before…he…” You hold your head, thinking back to your escape and excruciating pain you went through. The helplessness you felt once you went through the portal and again once you had time traveled back.

The explosion, the fighting.

It was all so much to remember, you stumble back into your chair. 

“What if Jimin did something to her…mind?” Hoseok whispers to the merman. 

“No! I- Hold on, just give me a minute,” you groan. It was hard to think of Jimin and not think of the torture he put you through, remembering every broken bone and bruise he inflicted upon you. You shuddered at the memories. 

You try not to cry, but your body shook and tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat as you choked down a sob.

“You need to rest,” Yoongi says anxiously, standing up, “Rest now, y/n.”

Hoseok caught you before you fell out of your chair, falling asleep. The pair look at each other, both lost on how to help you.

---

Seokjin drank from you, holding your body in his lap, arms secure around your waist.

“Jin?” 

Seokjin licks your wounds as he pulls away, making you shudder as his tongue rolls over the sensitive skin on the side of your throat. “Yes Dove?”

After feeding time was when Seokjin was the most agreeable. You were able to make tiny requests, get your bathtub back, eat your meals next to Taehyung’s door instead of in the dining room with the others. You decided to test your luck on the vampire once more.

“What did Taehyung do?” you ask softly, looking towards the door.

Seokjin continues to lick your blood off his lips, placing a languid kiss on your shoulder. “You and Taehyung have become very close, why don’t you ask him?”

You have. So many times. He dodges every question you ask, only reiterating how untrustworthy the pair of vampires are, how unfairly he is being treated. “You were friends, what happened? You and Namjoon too…” you trail off as you think back to Seokjin’s memory of the group sitting and laughing all together.

By his silence you wonder if you’ve upset the vampire, but he remains as unperturbed as ever. “Well, if you let me in, I could show you why.” His hand rests on your neck, pushing your chin backwards onto his shoulder.

You frown, it’s a trick and you know it, but even if you wanted to it was impossible.

You don’t really know why or how you can reject his pull, but ever since that night Jimin showed you how truly heartless he could be, Seokjin’s powers stopped working on you.

“I just don’t understand why he’s chained. Did he do something…horrible?” you swallow, tilting your head to look up at the vampire. Seokjin uses the opportunity to kiss you, a slow teasing peck.

His kisses have become much more affectionate now, his caresses much more pleasant. But still, you thought of Taehyung and the warmth he emitted in his embraces and you began to wish for that instead, feeling guilty.

“He did.”

You hear a large booming noise, it sounds like it’s somewhere below you. Seokjin chuckles softly to himself as you shift against him. “But we’ve all done horrible things.” He stands up, lifting you in his arms.

“Y/n, the powers we have can be…difficult to handle at times. The chains are for Taehyung’s benefit.” He stares into your eyes, “You don’t believe me,” Seokjin states, noticing your clenched jaw.  

“I don’t know what to believe.” He drops you on your bed. “I know I’m a prisoner here, like him,” you look away from Seokjin again, crossing your arms over your body.

The vampire looks down at you with a soft expression, hand pulling your chin to look at him once more. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’ll let you rest.”

Seokjin turns but you stop him, holding onto his hand. His company was far better than spending the night alone, vulnerable to Jimin visiting you instead. “No- Stay?” you stutter, turning your head instinctively, hoping to entice the older vampire.

Seokjin lies down, making himself comfortable beside you and you rest your head on his chest. There is silence where his heartbeat should be. You tap your fingers over his heart. “Is there anything you can tell me about Taehyung?” you ask softly.

“We all learned to be resourceful, we knew how to hide in the shadows to get the things we needed, but Taehyung...” Seokjin sighs, “He never liked it, he loved being the center of attention. He is quite charming, yes?” he teases you. “When we were all together, indulging in the nightlife, he and Jimin could draw in a crowd like that,” Seokjin smiles. “You saw, how Jimin was...mesmerizing.” 

---

You awake, fur heavy around your body. You touch soft ears twitching under your fingertips. “Hoseok,” you croak out. His tail swishes around quickly now that you’re awake.

“Cute,” you whisper, burying your head in fur. Daylight fills the small hut. “Where’s Yoongi?” you ask, looking around for the merman. The large wolf lets out a low ruff. 

“I don’t understand you,” you laugh tiredly. He rolls his body up, large paws tucked underneath him. You hug his auburn nape, on the border of sleep again. “Don’t go,” you whisper, regretfully remembering Hoseok’s pleas to you when Seokjin relived the memory with you decoding his barks and howls. 

Hoseok lays his large snout on your pillow, letting out a short huff. Hoseok wasn’t going to leave you, he was just going to find a place to transform back to human. You want to understand him, don’t you? He swishes his tail, knocking it into your legs.

You pet his head, relaxing again. His large brown eyes look over to you confusedly before he closes them, reassuring you he was going to stay. 

It’s only a short while before you wake again, this time with strong arms wrapped around you. This time Hoseok answers you preemptively. “Yoongi is searching the island for signs of Jimin and Jin,” he says.

“Oh, okay,” you say surprised. You stay silent in each other’s embrace. “Hoseok?” You look down at his bare chest pressed up against you, “Are…y-you naked?”

“W-Well, you wouldn’t let me go!” Hoseok exclaims accusingly, his cheeks flushed red.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter, still holding him tightly.  

Hoseok breaks eye contact with you, tucking your head under his chin, trying to think of something other than your warm body and enticing scent only growing sweeter.

“Why did you come back? You got what you wanted, why come back here?” he grunts.

You think back to the life you had left, reduced to a couple of boxes and a death certificate. Your parents who were happy but unprepared for you. Your friends who did not make it. The days you felt so lost and useless, the nights you spent dreaming about this place. Technically, none of that ever happened, but the lost memories sat heavy on you nonetheless. 

Hoseok felt so warm, his heartbeat loud and fast against your ear. You thought about all those nights alone in your childhood bed, cold and lonely. God, how you missed hearing this. You let out a soft sigh against him, snuggling closer to him, listening as his pace quickens. “Hoseok, I promise…” you swallow, pulling away to look at him, “We will leave this island together. Or we’ll stay, but I won’t leave without you, okay?”

Hoseok nods, his hand resting on the side of your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, appreciating your soft features and sparkling eyes and…beauty. 

You run your hand up his torso, touching…metal?

No, rock.

The gem around Hoseok’s neck starts sparkling a dazzling red light, stunning both of you.

“Take it off!” you yell. You and Hoseok scramble to pull the necklace over his head. You tug the jewel up and you heard him clearly, the voice that called out to you before, possessed you, Taehyung’s voice calling your name, telling you to put the necklace on. 

You realize Taehyung’s mark had never really left you. 

Hoseok looks into your eyes, watching as they begin to glow red, a sight that haunted his dreams ever since you had first encountered Jimin. He quickly pulls the jewel out of your grasp, flinging it into the hut’s wall, grabbing your face to make sure what he saw was correct, desperately hoping he hadn’t.

Your eyes refocus, back to your natural color and relief washed over him like a cold shower. But the red light behind him only grew brighter, until the entire hut was filled, blinding you both.

When the light dissipated you were holding each other tight, both breathing heavier than before. 

“H-Hoseok?” you ask him, trying to catch your breathing. You feel hot all over from your confession. You lick your lips, is that why you felt like this? Your heart pounded in your ears, caught in Hoseok’s intense gaze.

Hoseok stares at you, hands tightly holding the sides of your face. ‘I won’t leave without you,’ you said. Hoseok felt his chest tighten as he let himself believe in your words…trust you. 

He nods. Why does he feel so jittery, every nerve ending in his body buzzing? Why are you breathing so heavily, your mouth parted, eyes looking up at him so fiercely?

Hoseok kisses you, unable to control himself, his lips crashing against yours. 

Your hands find purchase in his wild hair, mimicking his tight hold on you. It felt so good to taste him, to surrender yourself to his fierce affection. You devoured each other, you breathed each other in, gasping for air, unwilling to part. 

It was Hoseok who broke away first, hugging you tight, trying to calm himself as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hoseok?” you ask breathless.

“He’s back,” Hoseok mumbles into your neck. 

Hoseok was right, the door creaks open, the merman walking in as you push away from each other.

You freeze in tense silence. 

Yoongi figures out your circumstances easily, his eyes narrowing on the both of you, gaze stopping on the werewolf specifically. The way his body was blotched red, Hoseok grabbing a pillow to cover up his obvious-

“Where the hell is the necklace?”

Hoseok looks down confused. Where is the necklace?! “I…uhhh-” You both look around frantically, Hoseok tripping over himself to pull on clothes and you trying to look for the necklace with your eyes half covered.

Yoongi scans the hut, sharp eyes noticing the new dent in his wall immediately. Did that idiot try to break the necklace again? He walks over to where it lies, picking up the piece of jewelry. 

Hoseok runs his hand over his neck, straining to think when he removed the necklace, but he couldn’t remember. Something wasn’t right.

“I’ll keep it,” Yoongi says glaring at the werewolf, pocketing the necklace for now.

“You should hide it,” you say, shivering inside. The necklace felt dangerous…how did it end up on the floor, you don’t remember Hoseok taking it off!

Yoongi hums, “I didn’t find them, but they’re alive. I found this in one of the caves.” Yoongi holds out a torn and bloodied coat, throwing it at the werewolf. “Well?”

Hoseok sniffs it, grimacing, “It’s Jin’s alright. We need to go, we have to tell Joon.”

Yoongi scoffs. “You go, we’ll catch up with you.” Yoongi holds his hand out to you, pulling you to his side and holding your waist protectively.

“How are you?” He addresses you, words spoken sweeter than you were used to, hand fixing the jeweled comb in your hair, flustering you. The merman's eyes focus on your lips.

The werewolf grinds his teeth, emitting a low growl from his throat and charges for the merman. “Hoseok!” you push against his chest as the merman smirks behind you. “What are you doing?!” But Hoseok has his sights on the deadpan man behind you, glaring at him furiously as he wraps another arm over your waist.

“Let her go,” he growls in Yoongi’s face, who remains impassive, letting the werewolf dig his own hole as his jealousy builds. You try to push the pair away from each other fruitlessly, their strong bodies caging you in their silent standoff as Hoseok shoves the merman’s shoulder. 

“Stop! Hoseok, stop!” ‘Do they have to fight right now?!’ you think, just when everyone was finally getting along, what is wrong with them! 

“Yes, stop, dog.”

You look over your shoulder, giving the merman an accusing look and Hoseok charges again.

You yell, stuck in between them, their bodies pressing up against yours, making you aware of how inhumanly strong both are…how tight and muscular their bodies are…dammit. 

The stubborn pair refuse to budge. You were literally being crushed between a rock and hard place! “BOTH OF YOU STOP,” you scream, making the pair wince. 

“This is your fault!” Hoseok barks.

Your eyes go wide, “M-My fault? My fault?! You-” you dig your finger into his insufferably perfectly sculpted chest, “YOU ARE THE MOST AGGRAVATING-”

“You’re aggravating!” Hoseok yells.

“You are both aggravating.”

You wheel around, facing the merman. “YOU-”

Yoongi places a soft kiss on your lips, just long enough to extinguish your rising anger. “You are the most aggravating,” he looks past you to the shell shocked werewolf, “Right?”

Hoseok grinds his teeth, glaring at the merman. You think he might lunge at him again, but Hoseok crosses his arms, rolling his eyes instead.

“She is,” he huffs.

You blink.

---

You swim up, breaking the water’s surface with Yoongi right behind you. It was the cave under the waterfall, you smile, enjoying the sound of the rushing water after so long. You look over your shoulder, “Ready?”

The merman pauses, “Wait.” You wade in the pool, swimming towards the merman. “How are you feeling?” Yoongi asks. 

“I’m okay.” Well, apart from being disoriented from the quick way Yoongi pulled you through the water…and the longer kisses the merman had given you at the bottom of the sea, the way he had lingered in those moments, his unexpected enthusiasm…and tongue. 

You feel hot all over again remembering his mouth against yours. “Are you sure?” he asks.

You lean against the rocks, nodding. “It’s overwhelming, remembering everything again. The whole time I was gone, I forgot everything. I couldn't even remember my name,” you confess, smiling sadly.

Yoongi thinks about what you said, body submerged up to his eyes, staring inquisitively at you as he meanders closer, his predator tendencies emerging only to make you smile at how cute you found him in those moments..

He propels his body up, waves hitting you and making you giggle. “If you couldn’t remember, how did you come back?”

“It took awhile but I got my memory back. I was, um, gone longer than you think…Namjoon’s watch...” you wince missing the gold piece, it had become a comfort to you for all those months. Yoongi nods, leaning into you closer, “This place never came back, but…I did have dreams of this…of you. Even though at the time I didn’t understand what that meant, I felt drawn to find out. I ended up back at the portal not knowing why. Taehyung…” you shake your head.

“It feels like he’s still inside my head. He’s the reason why I’m back, I know it.” Taehyung is to blame, you can feel it, thinking back to his delighted expression. Everything else felt fuzzy, but his eyes…they haunted you…like another pair of eyes, red and piercing…tearful..

“I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe. The d- Hoseok and the others, they will too.”

“You’ll do that for me, even though I came back empty handed?” you ask teasingly.

“You are enough.”

“Yoongi…”

“Hoseok is probably waiting for us.” He leans his head against the rocks, looking up at the cave’s stalactites.

“Oh!” you nod, swimming again.

The merman pulls you back by the elbow. “He can wait.” Yoongi is enjoying the time he finally has alone with you, you made him worry for so long after all, he deserves some compensation.

“You enjoy making him angry,” you accuse, your eyes narrowing on the merman.

“You do too,” he challenges, smirking.

“I don’t!” you yelp, as Yoongi’s arms lift you above the water, holding you close.

“You like making him jealous,” he says, his smirk growing wider, letting you fall slowly back into the pool, your wet body sliding against him. 

The merman is purposefully provoking you with each flirtatious gesture. And it’s working, you feel your stomach tighten, warmth dropping through your body even in the cool water. “You like making him jealous,” you breathe out.

He drops you until foreheads meet, your noses touching, your lips so close together you just have to tilt your head only a fraction more-

You run your hand across Yoongi’s defined jaw, kissing him as fiercely as he kissed you under water, enjoying his lips more this way without water surrounding you where you can focus on his soft skin and warm mouth. 

He presses you against the pool’s rocks, tongue exploring your mouth as he takes control, hands brushing against the wet fabric clinging tight to your body, finger tips running over your breasts in teasing slow motions. Your legs tighten around his hips, thighs rubbing over his scales.

“So how do mermaids-” you gasp as he grips your ass possessively.

“That’s a lesson for later.”

You pout as he kneads your flesh, pulling mewls from your lips. You lean your head against his, closing your eyes, overwhelmed by him, “When is later?”

“Impatient woman. There is someone else who is impatiently waiting,” Yoongi glances to the side.

“Then we better go,” you kiss him again, hands reaching for what you want most...his tail.

Quicker than you, Yoongi holds your wrists behind your back. “Still?!” you whine. “Now you’re just playing hard to get.”

He continues to tease you with deep kisses, his tight embrace, mesmerizing stare. You struggle against his hold, panting against his lips, “More.”

“Tell me how much you want me and I’ll let you come,” he says, biting his bottom lip waiting, enjoying in your dismay. ‘Let you,’ huh. Your foot slides along his tail, legs tightening around him.

You’re too curious, and way too riled up now not to give in. “I want you, merman.” you whisper, wiggling in his tight hold, “Please, Yoongi. I want you so badly,” you moan seductively.

Yoongi smiles deviously. “Cum for me then.”

You shake, looking down, your body instantly reacting to his words. Oh, this is cheating.

This is definitely unfair, you think as your legs try to close, unable to as he watches you, eyes shining sinfully. You core pulses and you arch your back, jaw slack.

You would be stubborn and try to fight it, he thinks. You glare at him and he rolls his tongue over his lip, his own body hot with arousal, eyes darkened by your faltering cries of pleasure, resisting the urge to do more, holding onto your wrists and keeping you above water as your body tenses, on the precipice of release.

The pleasure becomes too much and you throw your head back. “I’m-” you shudder, your body aching to be filled, core clenching tighter as pleasure washes over you like water. 

“Coming?” Yoongi teases, low smooth voice like honey dripping over you, affecting you even more as your core gushes, throbbing and pulsating deep within you. 

You let go, toes curling, unable to resist the seductive siren’s words. 

---

“You have an unfair advantage, you know,” you mutter, your arms around his neck. Yoongi swims under the waterfall, holding your tired body in his arms.

“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” he teases.

“What about you?” you ask, fixing the wet strands of his hair out of his face. “How would I…” You look down at his bare chest, biting your lip, sneaking a hand to try to touch his tail.

He pulls you underwater, before standing up on legs. “Next time.”

“Yah!” You spit out water, wiping your face, kicking your legs to be let down.

Hoseok barks impatiently at the pond’s edge, and he keeps barking at you. “Sorry for the wait,” you mutter, ringing out your dress. Not knowing what the large wolf was saying was no doubt a blessing in disguise with the way he kept yapping at you. “Um?”

Yoongi used his pack again to pull out fresh clothes, the necklace stayed tucked securely inside the magical pouch. “He says he can smell you, what’s wrong with you, and some other words you probably don’t want to hear.”

Perhaps Hoseok had rubbed off on you, you growled at him.

The wolf backs away, ruffing again, unable to stop himself from having the last word? Bark?

---

Hoseok stopped just short of camp, beginning to growl in warning. You noticed the pack leader making his way towards your group, but Hoseok’s growls only become louder once Namoon is in front of you, confusing you.

“Hoseok, go to the house. Find Jungkook and control yourself.”

The wolf lets out a couple of angry yips before obeying his leader and bounding away quickly.

“Namjoon?” you ask wearily, and the leader’s face softens, pulling you into a hug.

“Stabbing Seokjin, impressive, little one,” he looks you up and down.

“Come on,” he tells you and Yoongi. “I hoped Hoseok was with you somewhere, I’m glad I was right,” he says without looking behind you. You couldn’t tell if he was upset, but the leader’s voice sounded tired and relieved, however his body language remained guarded. 

You stepped inside the werewolf’s house.

It looked much darker than you remembered. Before everything was open and sunlight filled the house. But even with the sun high in the sky, the house remained dark.

Jungkook crashes into you, lifting you off your feet with his embrace. “You’re okay,” he mumbles into your hair.

“I think so,” you whisper, hugging him tightly back. “Where’s Hoseok? Oh!” Hoseok moved to your left side, silently acknowledging you.

His expression looked angrier than you’ve ever seen him, which was saying a lot. Yoongi stood close to your right. The leader closed the door behind you. They all stood next to you at the entrance, which was odd considering the large size of the house...

“Seokjin?!” your eyes go wide, noticing a pair or red orbs across the room from you.

The vampire looked different, he looked so…unkept! Seokjin wore slacks and a loose fitting sleeved shirt, hair lying dry and not styled like you're used to.

‘Speak of the devil,” another voice speaks, “or no, actually, the one who let the devil out.”

You hold on tightly to Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s hands. You don’t know when you had reached for their comforting touch, but they squeeze yours back reassuringly. 

Jimin sits on a cushion, kicking his legs out, annoyed he was stuck in this vastly unpleasant situation.

“Jimin.”

The vampire in question frowns. The way you addressed him was not what he expected from you. There was relief in your voice as you said his name and the annoying look of hope in your eyes.

“You are going to be the reason we all die.”

“Jimin, stop,” Jin says. “Dove, we need to know what Taehyung said to you,” he asks, much more diplomatically. 

You shake your head, trying to make your way closer to the vampires, but the men around you have made an impressive barrier.

Now what are you doing?! Jimin thinks. After everything you’ve done! If you get any where near Jin or him, Jimin plans to drain you dry. Well, he can’t do that yet. Not until you answer all their questions.

He hates being stuck here, hiding in the shadows of the wolf’s den. Why did Seokjin bring him here of all places to heal, he could have healed himself practically anywhere else on the island. But no, he was stuck smelling like dog and now having to deal with you again. He scowls.

How are you going to explain the lost months you experienced, the things you witnessed in Jimin’s memory. You stare at the angry younger vampire, how are you going to convince Jimin to help you?

“Jimin, you need to bite me.”

“What?!”

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Hi readers <3 there's a lot of you now, it's a little overwhelming if I'm being honest and the reason why I haven't interacted that much. If you enjoyed this please let me know so I don't feel like I'm standing on stage being dissected and judged by thousands for my inadequacies :') thx.

[lemony-snickers]

Spring cleaning with Kakashi?

"There's just so much to do."

Kakashi isn't entirely sure why he says it aloud. There's no one to here him. No one to answer.

The Hatake Clan compound has been empty since his father died and Kakashi fled to a utilitarian apartment that smelled more like astringent than home.

Those memories used to make it impossible for him to be here. Sometimes, he would stand outside on the road and look at the front door and imagine what it would be like to step closer and pull it open.

But then he'd remember there was nothing inside. No warm meal waiting for him, made with love. No too-strong arms eager to wrap him in a hug and ask about his day.

And so he would leave. Avoid the whole place for months or years on end.

But since the Pein attack--since he was granted the exquisite gift of sitting beside Sakumo at a campfire, sharing stories and regrets and love with the father he once hated for abandoning him--Kakashi finds it much easier to remember all the reasons he loved this house when he was a kid.

There are still scuff marks on the ceiling from his chakra training, holes in the floorboards of his childhood bedroom from secret kunai target practice.

The smell of home is gone, which makes him sad, but given all the cleaning products he's brought with him, that would have happened, regardless. He sighs, resigned to a long day of scrubbing and reorganizing. It's time to reclaim this space for himself. For the memory of his father and mother.

Kakashi summons Pakkun, resisting the urge to bring the whole pack to play because he knows they'll be more distraction than anything. The grumpy pug keeps him company as he cleans: snoozing at his side as Kakashi sorts through moth-eaten blankets and water-stained yukata, separating those pieces he can salvage from those he can't and grumbling loudly when Kakashi drags the old cushion he's curled up on out from under him so he can throw it away.

"It's moldy, Pakkun, I'll buy you another one."

"And what am I supposed to do for now?" he asks, scratching one ear with a hind paw.

Kakashi's eyes close in exagerrated crescents as he suggests with a false smile, "You could help, you know."

Pakkun huffs. "I'm a shinobi, remember? Spring cleaning is beneath me."

Kakashi chuckles, scratching the underside of Pakkun's chin affectionately before he resumes his work.

The sun has begun to set by the time Kakashi decides it's time to call it a day. His back is stiff from all the awkward bending over, and he's managed somehow to inflict several dozen cardboard cuts on his fingers despite all the callouses there from his life as a dedicated ninja of the Leaf.

He's about to send Pakkun home when he hears someone knock at the front door. Curious, he pads across the no longer dust-littered tatami toward the front of the house, grinning when he realizes who it is.

"Rival!" Gai stands on the threshold in a pair of too-green shorts and a white t-shirt, holding bags of takeout far too large for only two people. "I'm sorry I'm late but my team's mission ran longer than I expected!"

"You're not late, Gai, I never asked you to come," Kakashi says, stepping aside so the other man can enter the house and remove his sandals.

"You never have to ask!" Gai says, as if that's an explanation. As if never having to ask is a sufficient excuse for all the times he has shown up to rescue Kakashi from himself.

"Even so," Kakashi says, "who's all the food for?"

Gai answers him with a dazzling grin. "I may or may not have invited a few trusted friends to help restore your childhood home to its former glory!"

Kakashi doesn't have time to ask who exactly Gai is referring to before there's more knocking. He shakes his head, knowing better by now than to argue, and shuffles his way back to the door while Gai offers an enthusiastic Pakkun a stick of yakitori from his hoard of takeout.

The mass of people at the door is a little overwhelming, but in a good way. A way which reminds Kakashi of how far he's come since he used to stand outside this house, too scared to enter.

He doesn't get too much cleaning done the rest of that night, too distracted by the company, the warmth and good nature his friends bring into the house with him.

But by the time he leaves, locking the front door behind him with a silent promise to return soon, it already smells a little more like home.

prompt list for those interested. <3

[bimbocoreblonde]

Can I request A, D, and G for Colt? Thank you so much :)

You absolutely can! I was away seeing Taylor Swift (I'm such a lucky girl), so I'm sorry this is a little late, but I hope you like these headcanons for Colt!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?), D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?), and G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) for Colt Seavers!

A = Affection

Colt is very, very affectionate, both verbally and physically, often without even realising that he's doing it. He reaches out for you without thinking: wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding you with a hand on your lower back, pecking on on the cheek whenever you're close enough - and the whole time he'll be smiling, calling you pretty, praising you for whatever you've just done, using pet names. If you were ever in doubt about how Colt felt about you, literally three seconds in his presence will set you straight.

D = Domestic

A little surprisingly, Colt isn't looking to settle down just yet. He loves being in a committed relationship, but he also loves his work, which means for the forseeable future he's going to be all around the world, be away for weeks at a time, and can never promise he's going to be around for big events. I think if you worked in the industry too, it wouldn't be a problem, but if you didn't think it could be a source of friction between you two.

Also, Colt seems to be blind to mess, and cannot cook anything more complicated than a toastie.

G = Gentle

Colt is conciously very gentle with you. His work is rough on him, and he doesn't really bother being gentle with himself, but that makes him hyper-aware of how he is with you because he can't bear the thought that he has inflicted even a fraction of what he receives onto you. He touches you with featherlight hands, is always careful not to bump into you, insists that you sleep on top of him when you share a bed so he doesn't crush you. He treats you like spun glass, because he thinks you're precious than any delicate work of art.

[yandere-fics]

Runa and 57 from prompt list? Maybe a reader that isn’t cool at all with the whole serial killer schtick

57. “If you don’t kiss me back, I’ll slit someone’s throat.”

(Per usual, the sentence structure is changed to fit her way of speaking. I struggled to find a scenario for this so sorry if this is a bit sloppy.)

Runa couldn't stand when you looked at her that way when you first got together. It made her feel itchy when you glared at her, trying to inch yourself into the corner of the bedroom, sleeping on the uncomfortable floor, even when she dragged you to bed you would always be on the floor when she woke up. You loved her so why were you inflicting such pain on her by glaring at her like she was some horrible killer. I mean sure she had kidnapped you but love! Can't you see? You two are soulmates and by all accord she had every right to ferry you away.

Eventually after studying you in her apartment for a few months, a thought occurred to her. You were so shy and of course you were scared to be affectionate! You obviously wanted to kiss her, you just felt guilty for wanting to be with a serial killer even if they were your mate. She really could find any way to twist the scenario to feel like you loved her too.

After that she made it clear that if you spent time with her then she wouldn't be going out and killing. It would help you ease into feeling comfortable with her right? At the very least you'd feel less guilty about loving a killer. Well that was what she thought but... sadly you didn't seem to care.

Everytime she would say she was going hunting(searching for her next victim, likely someone you used to know), she always told you that you two could hang out instead if you prefered but you merely glared at her from your seat on her couch, flipping her off after she left. She'd started to get more gruesome with her victims after you kept rejecting her offers to spend time together. Honestly the police were a bit thrown off when the faces started to become unrecognizable. She normally prefered bashing people to death but this was just starting to get excessive.

You weren't going to allow yourself to be swayed that easily, whoever she was going to kill would likely wind up dead anyways, just at a later date. You weren't going to sacrifice yourself for someone with a walking target on their back.

Runa wasn't doing well with no affection from her mate. Sure she forced you to cuddle every night, and she kissed you but you never fucking kissed back. If she didn't know better, she would think that you didn't actually love her, but she knew there was no way that was true, right? Yeah you not loving her was just crazy talk, you just didn't realize what your rejection was doing to her. She just needed to make her threats more clear. To show you that she was getting desperate for a little affection.

So one day, she returned with a victim to the apartment, battered and beaten. You never realized she was as strong as she was until she dragged your 6 foot ex manager into the apartment, albeit with some difficulty. She dropped him at your feet with a wide grin, like she was about to get what she had always wanted, her greatest dream was about to come true.

"Y/N? Look at me please love." Your eyes darted to hers, not sure if you could handle whatever scene you were probably about to witness. Knowing she was going to kill someone if you didn't give into her, and actually seeing her do it were completely different things. "I need you to kiss me or I'm going to slit someone's neck. Please love, I need you to show me how much you love me, I'm dying over here, how could you not have kissed me once in the months we've been together. Please please please."

Her eyes were watery and her voice was scratchy. She had clearly screamed as she bludgeoned your poor boss, and you really didn't want to witness whatever freak out she was about to have and so you relented, planting a kiss quickly and scurrying to your shared room, really not wanting to witness her disposing of him but it seemed enough for her for now.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! It’s been a while since I last asked & I loved your matchups for me! I was wondering if I could get a HSR, Genshin, & Mystic Messenger match-up? Thank you! I hope your day is well. ♥️

Rion, they/them, demiromantic nonbinary, omni aroace-spec. ENTP 1w2. Virgo. I have a red shaggy mullet that’s often in a sloppy ponytail. I’m midsized at 156cm / 5’1ft. I have freckles & cool-coloured hazel eyes. I have a lot of scars everywhere, some self inflicted, some random nicks, some from accidents as a kid.

I’m rather quiet unless with friends, which then I can get pretty loud & energetic. I have a somewhat intimidating resting face and can come across as apathetic. I laugh like a hyena witch. I’m very open-minded and try to be accepting of everyone & everything as long as they’re not intentionally hurting anyone. I’m incredibly stubborn which can cause me to isolate. I fear being a bother/nuisance to those around me.

My humour is dry & sarcastic, and sometimes a little too dark. I’d do anything for those close to me, but I’m also not one to hold my tongue when someone’s upset me. I struggle with affection, whether giving or receiving. I used to be pretty awful when I was younger and I ended up hurting a lot of people. I’ve come a long way from there now.

I enjoy dancing, writing, photography, and drawing/painting. My favourite animal is a snake though I feel most represented by owls. My favourite colour is gold. I love chicken lo mein. I enjoy psychological horror, criminology, lore heavy medias, and genetics. I struggle with sensory issues & emotional empathy.

Hi Rion! I'm so glad you liked your last matchup. Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

March matches your energy well. She’s naturally more outgoing than you but she has her quiet moments as well.

She’s a very affectionate person but appreciates that you struggle with that. She’ll take it slow and get you used to small displays of affection before gradually increasing it.

March loves it when you laugh! It’s her life goal to make you laugh at least once every day. She finds your laugh very contagious as well, so once you start laughing, expect March to join in soon after.

Please be open with her about your worries regarding being a bother. March never finds you annoying so she’ll do her best to comfort you and reassure you that you aren’t a bother.

Really good at helping you with your sensory issues. She remembers everything that triggers them and will do her best to help you avoid those things.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Kaeya’s another one who is good at helping you with your sensory issues. He doesn’t really struggle with that (have you seen all the different sensations that his outfit would produce) but he’s surprisingly empathetic.

He’s appreciative of your honesty. Kaeya struggles with honesty so just be patient with him. He wants to be open with you, it just might take him a while.

If you’re okay with it, Kaeya enjoys running his fingers over your scars. He finds it soothing and it’s his way of saying he’s glad you’re here with him and that he’s there for you.

I see Kaeya as someone who appreciates photography. He’s really good at posing casually so if you want to take photos of him, just let him know.

The only time you will hear Kaeya genuinely laugh is when he hears you laugh. Usually, he gives a chuckle or a sarcastic laugh but when you’re alone and he hears you laughing, an honest laugh will burst through.

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

Photography buddies! V absolutely loves that he gets to share his main hobby with you.

His favourite dates are the ones where you both take your respective methods of taking photographs with you and compare your photos when you get home.

He’s a very creatively minded person so expect him to give you little pieces of artwork that he’s worked on. These vary from candid photos of you, to gold necklaces in the shape of owls and snakes, to little sketches.

You can see the love and attention that has gone into every gift he gives you. If you return the favour, you can be sure V is putting your gift somewhere where he can appreciate it every day.

V will help you with your emotional empathy. He’s got a lot of trauma so he struggles with empathy sometimes, he’s just good at hiding it. You can work on it together.

[theskysucksflow3rs]

Safe Space- Jilix

Felix (sub) X Jisung (dom)

⚠WARNING⚠

°Face-fucking (dom)

°Fluff

°Suggestive

°Mentions of unstable mental health

°Self-harm

°Lots of calling by petnames (hehe jilix)

°Mention of JYpapi

-Wc:2.2K

-Reading time: approx. 8:30 minutes

//DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDITS//

(not on request, it's an original idea)

{Hope y'all enjoy}

Felix and Jisung were a happy, secretive couple for the past 3 years now. Starting from freshmen and now they were about to go to senior year. It was a rainy day, Felix and Jisung were sitting in their shared college dorm, Jisung was totally engrossed in watching anime in his room while Felix....well, let's just say he wasn't enjoying the weather.

Felix was going through an awful day with intense practice and loads of criticism from JYpapi, their homeroom and music teacher. He was a sensitive, innocent soul, not quite the stereotypical man you'd expect him to be on the basis of his lovely ocean-deep voice. And him getting even more gloomy during the monsoons didn't help. He liked when it was warm and sunny. So for him, one of the only ways was inflicting pain on himself (he had a terrible past, considering how everybody took advantage of him because of his compliant nature, even his close ones).

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And now, he laid there, curled up in his bed and texted Jisung to come over to his room to cuddle, not even wanting to get out of his bed as he had made a little cut on his thigh which hadn't healed enough for him to forget about it. But he enjoyed the pain it gave him, despite promising Jisung yesterday that he will try to get clean for atleast 3 days, a simple goal.

Jisung saw his phone vibrate and read his text from the lockscreen, and only then it occurred to him that it was raining heavily, already knowing that he's probably gloomy, especially with how much he was criticized at college today. He mentally scolded himself for not being aware with how engrossed he was in the anime, so he paused it and stood up, heading to Felix's room.

"Hey Lixie~ what's up??" He asked cutely, trying to get him to cheer up.

"Shut your ass and get here..." Felix replied, clearly not taking any cutesy bullshit right now, no matter how weak it makes him.

"Jeez, sorry darling." He said with a soft chuckle and immediately went to Felix, laying besides him comfortably and looked at his face, kissing his nose before speaking.

"Love...wanna talk?"

He asked, totally leaving upto Felix if he wanted to vent, he always wanted him to be comfortable with opening up, which Felix always liked about Jisung.

"Not now..." he mumbled, burying his face in Jisung's shoulder, his arm wrapping around his waist in an attempt to be as close as he could. Jisung smiled affectionately at his behaviour, draping an arm around his shoulder and leg over his thigh comfortably, then noticed Felix hiss silently.

"Lix....did you....-?"

"Im sorry, Ji. I really couldn't hold back.."

He said remorsefully with his eyes welling up from his already bad day, and also a bit guilty for breaking his promise.

"Hey hey...shush, babe. It's okay. I know you tried to hold up to that promise."

"but-" Felix said before he got cut off.

"I said, shush. Okay? Relax...talk when you feel better." Jisung said, kissing the top of his head and looking down at Felix, who was silently sobbing, clutching on the back of his shirt as if scared to be alone.

"I'm right here, Felix, you don't have to rip my shirt, y'know that?" He asks affectionately, rubbing Felix's back with his warm hand under her shirt.

"Right...but let me, please"

He pleads, clearly wanting to be the way he was right now, and seeing him like this, totally shattered Jisung. Each and every time, at all those damn times, he only swears to himself to be the best person for Felix.

"Okay okay, as you like, little Prince." He said, then placed his hand under Felix's chin, making him look up to make eye contact with his red puffy eyes.

"Love...try to calm down, okay? Relax. Let's breathe together?"

Jisung suggested, and Felix ofcourse complied, not wanting to look like a damn mess all the damn time. He breathed in and out together with Jisung, who clearly knew some good breathing techniques which he specially learnt to calm Felix down. After a few moments, he felt Felix relax against his body and stop his crying trembles, so he decided to stop with the breathing technique for now.

"Better?"

"than ever, thanks love.." Felix replied and sighed softly, nuzzling into his neck and leaving a light kiss, expressing his gratitude.

Jisung chuckled softly, humming gently at the feeling of that one kiss, at that one place he loved to be kissed at.

"I swear you're gonna make me horny, silly." He jokes as he looked down at Felix, who only laughed a little for the first time ever since Jisung entered his room. They both cuddled in comfortable silence for a while before Felix spoke.

"Sometimes I really want to just run away in the wild and live in a tree like some Tarzan, y'know?"

He said, and Jisung laughed softly.

"Till yesterday you wanted to run away to some vacation house, what's up today hm? Change of plans?"

He asked, and felix smacked his buff arm.

"Stfuu...I mean it though. All I wanna do is run away for sometime, take my mind off of all things that worry me."

"Y'know... I can always find temporary solutions for taking your mind off of things, you just have to tell me."

Jisung said, lowering his hand down from his back to get into his pants and boxers, playfully clutching onto one of Felix's ass cheek.

"Ah-Heyy~~!" Felix said and chuckled a little at the unexpected action and a shiver ran down his spine at the ass groping.

"I mean...it is a good way, huh..." He spoke again and trailed off in thoughts, in not-so-innocent thoughts, and that was visible down in his crotch.

"I see, babyboy. Eager at simple suggestions?" Jisung asked playfully, and grinned as he felt Felix's bulge poking at his stomach. He could've sworn that fucking always helped this desperate guy, not that he was complaining, ofcourse.

"Yeah well...can we fuck, then?"

he asked without hesitation, considering how comfortable they already were after being together for over 3 years.

"Without you begging? I don't see the route, darling." Jisung said with a smirk, making Felix's eyes roll.

"Right right...pleaseee, can we fuck? I really wanna take my mind off...everything. Please....i wanna feel you..."

He said, looking up at Jisung with his sparkly eyes, giggling a little as he felt Jisung slide off his boxers and spank his ass gently and playfully, only softly yet. His own cock twitched in his boxers at his begging, and so he took his one off as well, since that's the only clothing item he was wearing.

"Take off your shirt, little prince."

Jisung commanded, and Felix did exactly what he was told, quickly taking off his shirt and tossing the half-taken off pants and boxers along with his shirt.

"So we fucking finally?" he asked with a little grin, and Jisung chuckled.

"Yeah, poor me, got no option than to fuck you so that you don't run off to 'take your mind off things', y'know?"

Jisung said and laughed softly, pulling Felix onto him so that he was straddling Jisung.

"Suck my dick, love. Suck me so well that you yourself come untouched. Feel me all around your mouth. Get that?"

Felix nodded at his words, a little flustered blush on his face but still no hint of hesitation as he leaned down, sitting on his thigh, taking Jisung's entire length slowly but surely at once before he started to bob his head up and down his dick, his own dick aching and twitching to receive the same pleasure.

"So good, such a good boy... Can I face fuck you rough?" Jisung asked with a slightly breathless voice, and Felix looked up at him as he let go of the dick in his mouth with a soft pop.

"Sure, ji. Definitely gonna make me cum faster though..." He said with a soft laugh, leaning down to get a little lick of Jisung's preleaking tip before sitting back up.

"I'll have to get on my knees to endure that though, you gotta stand up for it, Ji."

Felix said, his own dick leaking a small load at the though of being face fucked by him.

"Saying it like it's a problem, sweetheart. Get here."

He said, as he stood up once Felix got off his lap and got down to the floor and on his knees, infront of ji's monster cock, a bit of cum preleaking again out of Felix's dick.

"Hold my arm to stop me when you want me to, kay?"

Jisung asked Felix, to which Felix smiled and nodded, casually holding his dick and pumping him before he starts to face-fuck. He loved how Jisung threw in little consents and reassurances here and there, knowing how sensitive of a soul he is sometimes.

Jisung smiled, humming softly as Felix pumped his cock for a moment, before letting one hand wander into Felix's soft and slightly long locks as he guided his face to practically inhale his dick down his throat and started to blissfully fuck his face, starting off slow, but not leaving before absolutely rough-fucking the hell out of his pretty little freckly face.

"Ah...So good, baby. You're letting me fuck your adorable little mouth so well...You're getting me so close, little toy~"

Jisung said with a low growl, only making Felix's desperate and leaky cock twitch up even more, if that was even possible at this point. After a little low groan, Han closed his eyes and threw his head back slightly, thrusting one last time into his mouth harshly and letting all of his sticky load down his throat, making Felix's gag reflex act up again like throughout the face-fuck, but he gladly swallowed every single bit of his boyfriend's cum, and that make him so fucking desperate that he did, Infact, end up cumming untouched with a little whine.

"Wow...lixie...that was amazing..."

Jisung said, looking down at you as he left his leg being slightly wet and grinned seeing your cum all over it.

"You really listened to me, didn't you? What a good boy~" He said teasingly but with affection as he playfully ruffled his hair before Felix stood up.

"Was i too rough, love~?"

"Nope, I had fun, ji." He said with a little grin as he looked at Jisung, who then pulled him into a sweet but deep kiss, as if mending the roughness in his throat with his gentle tongue. He pulled away after a while and sat on the bed cuz his legs were shaky from the orgasm, looking up at Felix.

"Do you want me to ass-fuck you~?"

He asked, Felix's cheeks turning slightly pink at that and he nodded with a little grin.

"Yeah...obviously, ji." He said with a little giggle, sitting in his lap and wrapping his arms around Jisung's slutty little waist that Felix absolutely loved.

"What about our limp cocks, hm?" Jisung asked with a little laugh.

"Ah shit, yeah, freakin gotta repair 'em first. We gotta wait for a bit..." Felix pouted, and Jisung could only kiss his pout and asked.

"Do you want to cuddle till then, then?"

"fuck yeah." Felix said and immediately clingy onto him like like the cuddle bug he is.

"Ji...can you caress my cock or something? But like, lightly, I don't want to feel overstimulated right now. I just want some touch.."

Felix said, making Jisung chuckle and want to bite his damn cheeks. He nodded and grabbed Felix's cock, gently jerking it up and down. "Like this, lixie?"

"Mhm.."

He mumbled with a little sigh and buried his face into his neck, almost even forgetting about how gloomy he was maybe an hour ago, feeling totally comforted and happy in Jisung's presence.

"Y’know, Lix, I wanna lay down. I feel kinda exhausted with all that face-fucking I did to you."

"My poor little mouth should've been saying that, you little fucker..."

They both laughed and then laid down to cuddle smugly, cuddling in comfortable silence for a couple minutes before Jisung spoke.

"Lix...I'm kinda sorry for making you promise to me not to harm yourself, when I know it isn't a piece of cake to control it."

Felix quietly listened to Jisung, remaining quiet as he chose his words.

"Nah, love. Honestly... I mean, it's not like I was sure about keeping with the promise either. But I wanted to do it, for you.

Y’know, I've had a couple other friends who had accidentally seen my cuts sometimes and they genuinely advised me to do this and that and to control, but my mind never actually wanted to listen to it until you started telling me and asking me about it all. And you know it has helped me to be able to control a lot better, even if I fail to keep my promises most times...So, keep encouraging me, I guess."

Felix spoke, looking up at Jisung with an affectionate and trusty little grin and kissed his cheek.

"Man I love you." Jisung said and chuckled a little before speaking a little with a genuine smile.

"And if you want me to continue, I gladly will. You know it makes me so damn giddy that this shitty ass brain actually helps someone like that."

Felix laughed a little and hummed.

Probably, probably. And love you too. grins cheekily.

"Wanna still ass-fuck me though? I think I'm in more of a giddy mood than turned on now."

Felix said with a little pout, to which Jisung pouted back and said.

"Bad boy much?" Jisung chuckles and speaks again

"It's fine, love. We can ass-fuck later all we want. Our dicks aren't going anywhere~ just please don't cut your dick, I'll be devastated, Lixie."

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 39 - Cuddles - Part 1

Agenor

I entered my cabin, taking a moment to calm my breath and compose myself. Nyx was sitting on the floor near the bed, briefly glancing back to see who had entered before returning his attention to the window. The room was dimly lit, so I reached for the nearest lamp and turned it on. Thankfully, Nyx was facing away, allowing me to notice my blood-stained shirt before he did. I quickly removed it and hurriedly discarded it outside, then closed the door. Taking a deep breath, I sent a silent prayer...

'Thank God Nyx hadn't seen the fucking splatters of blood on me.'

Composing myself, I approached Nyx. I have no regrets for my actions. In fact, I probably should have inflicted even more pain on them. However, Nyx would likely have his own thoughts on the matter and would continue to nag me about it. Plus, after the intensely passionate encounter we had earlier... I smirked as I reminisced about his naked body on top of mine. Aye, he rode me at some point and it was heavenly. Him straddling me with his head thrown back as I invaded him over and over... Fuck me, it was heavenly.

My eyes follow the black bed sheets as they cascade down the side, covering his alluring thighs. He looked so beautiful, so peaceful... Aye, for now, I wouldn't disclose what had transpired below deck. As I drew nearer to him, a wide smile tugged at my lips. He was simply adorable, hugging his knee with an injured leg stretched out on the floor, gazing up at the night sky through the small window. The memory of his precious moans while I pleasured him played in my mind, igniting my desire once again.

I took a long, soothing breath that ended with a suppressed groan. With Nyx by my side, I found myself developing an affection for my cabin. Once merely a place to store my treasures and escape the stench of the crew under the scorching sun, it now emanated a cozy feeling that sated the beast within me. I sat down beside him, playfully mimicking his pose by hugging one knee with one arm, my other arm stretched across the bed above his head and I sensed his shoulders tense slightly.

"Have you finished reprimanding your crew already?"

I chuckled.

"You heard?"

"Not the whole speech, fortunately."

He continued staring at the sky while I gazed at him. Despite the dim lighting, his beauty remained unaffected. All the unsettling events I had been a part of before entering this cabin seemed to fade away. Surprisingly, my voice now sounded deep and completely calm as I said...

"Did the shouting wake you? Sorry for disturbing your much-needed rest."

"It's okay, I've slept enough," he replied with a slight smile, then hesitantly added...

"So..." he hesitated for a moment before continuing...

"Is it my turn now?"

"Your turn?" I asked.

"The scolding... If you're going to lecture me, just get it over with. I'm really sore from..." his words trailed off and he averted his gaze, realizing what he was about to say.

His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink before he continued...

"Well... from what happened today obviously."

I grinned.

"Hmm... I suppose what happened was quite... heated?" I remarked, causing him to blush even more and shift uncomfortably, trying to suppress a guilty smile.

I affectionately ruffled his hair, my hand lingering in his silky black locks.

"I'm not going to scold you, Nyx. I believe you're aware that keeping something from me was wrong. But aside from that, you were incredibly brave to face them all. I hope today was the last time you put yourself in such a situation. Just... try to control the urge to challenge pirates, especially when you're sober," I said, delighting in watching him laugh timidly as his head leaned back into my hand.

I noticed his pants lying beside him, along with a wet cloth in his right hand. Leaning, I planted a gentle kiss on his upper arm, the one supporting his knee, before smirking and asking.

"Did I interrupt your cleaning ritual?"

He rolled his eyes in response to my sarcasm.

"I had already finished, thank you. But you..."

"What about me?"

"You could use some cleaning yourself. You smell like you've been training or something," he observed.

I raised an eyebrow and caught a whiff of myself. Training? Well, I suppose beating those bastards did help me vent my anger, so in a way, it was akin to training.

"The water is clean, by the way. Baril changed it," Nyx informed me.

"Baril was here?" I inquired.

Nyx nodded.

"He also brought dinner," he gestured toward two covered plates on the table.

"And when he noticed I used your water, he changed it."

"And... did he say anything?" I asked.

"I asked if something was wrong because he seemed too tense and... oddly silent. But he wouldn't say. He just mentioned that I was gutsy and left," he replied, pulling the bucket closer and placing the cloth inside before squeezing the excess water off it and handing it to me.

Thank God Baril didn't let slip anything. I had reached my limit for disobedience today. I could handle Nyx easily if that had happened but I'd avoid antagonizing him and making him worry about worthless things. Lost in thought, I hadn't taken the cloth from his hand. I was snapped back to reality when the cold sensation slid across my arm, causing me to flinch slightly.

"Alright," Nyx said in a conceding tone.

"I'll help you with this. You seem quite tense."

Leaning closer, he glided the cold cloth from my shoulder to my chest.

"I wonder what happened to make you so sweaty," he said, casting a sidelong glance at me with a mischievous eyebrow raised.

I grinned in response.

"Nothing much. I just gave my crew a piece of my mind."

Nyx sighed and muttered...

"I'm glad I didn't witness that."

I chuckled and tilted my head to watch him. With one hand ensuring the bed sheets kept him adequately covered and the other carefully wiping my chest, a sense of calm washed over me in his presence. I enjoyed watching him clean himself, always amazed by his dedication to personal hygiene despite living among ruffians. It was a testament to his pride and something I found endearing, the delicacy of his moves, the sweetness of his natural smell, the embarrassment from doing it in front of someone.

No matter how hard he tried to do it privately, he couldn't escape my watchful eye. As he soaked the cloth in water and ran it over my skin, I observed him intently. His focus was unwavering while he followed the contours of my muscles. I moved my necklace aside, granting him easier access to my chest and diverting his attention solely towards me. With my right hand settled on his thigh, I couldn't ignore the stirring in my groin when my eyes followed his body lines down to the curve of his ass, partially clothed by the bedsheets.

Minutes passed and his touch became bolder, leaving trails of cold fingers that set my skin ablaze. A smile played on his lips as he grew more eager to explore rather than clean. I gasped as his brush tickled my left nipple, earning a chuckle from him. His eyes, shining with a sea-blue hue, never strayed from my body. His daring hands roamed freely, dispelling all traces of tension. My hand reached for his inner thigh but he swiftly grabbed it, restraining my movements. The hunger for him surged within me and my other hand traced his back, eliciting a shiver.

I then gripped his neck from behind and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly and soon a seductive moan escaped him, fueling my ego. I refused to let him pull away as my passion intensified. My tongue invaded his mouth, dominating every inch. I started pulling him closer. In the midst of my rising excitement, I must have inadvertently hurt him. A sharp moan escaped him. I released him, concern flooding me as he sat back, breathless.

"Are you okay?" I asked looking at his wrapped foot, my tone demanding yet calm.

He glanced at me through his lashes, his hand reaching for his neck.

"It's... my neck... It hurts but I'm fine."

Realization struck me. It was because of when Ken had touched him. That wretched bastard managed to hurt him.

"Let me see," I offered, extending my hand toward him.

I refrained from pulling him forcefully, not wanting to add further pressure to his already taxing day. To my relief, he moved closer, willingly complying with my request. As I attempt to lift the collar slightly, Nyx winced in pain.

"It... hurts, the collar is..."

"Nyx, what exactly did he do?" I interrupted, my voice filled with anger as I referred to the despicable vermin.

He pouted, tiredly but also angrily.

"That bastard... tried to drown me. He held my hear under water. I really thought it was my end then and there. He gripped my neck so hard, he only let go when I stabbed him."

His complaints tugged at my heart, igniting a desire to embrace him. But first, I needed to tend to his injured neck. I swiftly removed the key from my necklace, unlocked the collar and straightened my posture. Nyx halted my hand, hissing in pain.

"Awe... Wait, it hurts. It feels like... it's stuck to my skin."

"I'm just removing the collar to take a look," I reassured him, determined to assess the extent of the damage.

Despite his protest, I continued taking the collar off, causing him to wince and his shoulders to tense in pain. The leather peeled away, revealing his bruised and discolored skin. Red marks imprinted the edges of the collar, with deeper scratches and traces of dried blood on the sides. The collar had become adhered to his skin, causing additional discomfort. Cursing inwardly, I enveloped him in a careful hug, seething with anger.

"That damned rat, I should have killed that son of a bitch."

Nyx patted my back lightly, attempting to reassure me and even attempting to tease me.

"Worry much?" then he added.

"It was awful but I dealt with it".

'Fuck, he shouldn't need to...'

[schoolidolnecromancy]

which of your ocs has the most love stored in them?

I didn't think I'd get this far. but. hourgh ok this one depends a lot on what you mean by "love"!

// spoilers

marley and beatrice aren't winning this one despite their special interests and marley's boyfriend, I know that much. I love them, but that's not really enough for them to be top contenders here

anemone receives a lot of love, and she's got a lot of love for what she wants to resurrect, but the stuff she receives isn't really... "geniune," I suppose is the closest word for it? and what she wants to resurrect sure as shit isn't reciprocating. poor dear. as her creator I love her a lot though and what she gets counts more than the two I mentioned above so she's coming in at number 3. sorry darling but I want you to have breakdowns over not being liked by people enough because I feel that way and I HAVE to inflict it on a character or else I'll cry

first and second place are way harder. aoife is FULL of platonic love, love for her special interests and, eventually, romantic love for delphine. she's so affectionate, too! openly! people who see them around think she and del are girlfriends YEARS before they actually start dating because eef's all over her buddy platonically and nobody understands that. so it's not impossible for her to take first place.

except... delphine. god, where do I even fucking start. she's so obsessive. she is In Love. not in love, not In Love, she is In Love. she wants aoife so badly, she needs her, she'd do anything and everything to be with her. she actually does do some things she really shouldn't (read: criminal/immoral things) for the sake of love. as soon as she figures out that she has this much love stored in her it gets wild. she's so unhealthily devoted <3 evil and bad queer rep that I adore

so yeah depending on how wholesome you think love is it's either aoife or delphine taking top spot, or maybe it's both of them! I'm not the boss of you.

[sarah-yyy]

What is clj and why are we watching it? (I ask even though I still haven't finished lltg😅)

ALRIGHT it's been awhile since the last proper rec post (and yes yes yes buddies i know i am late to the show i'm SORRY) so bear with me while i try to contain my yelling about cang lan jue (or, love between fairy and devil, which......as my sister put it, is about as low an english title as it can get 😂)

what: period cdrama // 36 eps, roughly 45 mins each where: netflix // iqiyi why: do you enjoy the soft sunshine gremlin/broody fight fight fight demon dynamic? this is the show for you 🥰

a brief overview!!!

this is my son dong fang qing cang, or, daqiang (affectionate), Moon Supreme™, mightiest in the three realms, who was unfortunately defeated in battle 30000 years ago and imprisoned for ~reasons

this sweet child xiao lanhua (lit. little orchid) is a low level immortal orchid spirit (fairy is ehhh, she's not exactly a 仙 but ehhh translations hmm) who accidentally (!!!) Frees The Monster™ from his prison while attempting to save this other boy she has been having a crush on

(the whole thing involves kissing - this is literally the first episode)

(this is not the only kissing we will get, dw)

the process triggers a spell and they??? switch bodies when they kiss??? which is hilarious because we get fun scenes with xiao lanhua in dfqc's body like

and

ANYWAY this is not the only side effect of their first encounter!! dfqc soon realises that he has been Cursed™ to a) feel any pain inflicted upon xiao lanhua physically, and b) share xiao lanhua's emotions!

him!!! an almighty being who has not felt one (1) single feeling since he had them literally ripped from his being (not by choice 😭) since he was a child!!! suddenly he's crying?? and feeling fear??? and getting hurt??? this is Not Okay!! he is the mightiest in all the realms!!! this is a weakness that he must rid himself off!!!

before he can figure out how to do this, the most prudent thing to do appears to be to have to protect xiao lanhua from all harm, and uh, doing whatever he can to ensure her emotional wellbeing and happiness??? dfcq goes from broody unfeeling demon lord to number one xiao lanhua stan (begrudgingly) the longer he stays around her

he literally went batshit to protect her and it was Amazing to watch!! god of war whomst??? can't hear you over me beating your ass to protect my girl

but it's not just that!! he's also going around reading through ancient scrolls to figure out how to best make an orchid plant grow/blossom well, and just. collecting dew water for her! making her (terrible) food!! taking to see the sunrise because it's good for her! daqiang contains multitudes!!!!

the entire time, because dfqc never really bothered with any explanation beyond "you belong to me", xiao lanhua is thinking: fuck, i accidentally freed a guy from prison and now he's in love with me?????

it's hilarious

ANYWAY that's the setup of the show!! obviously, there are some plotty things going on, and ofc it wouldn't be a good xianxia if they did not have go to the mortal realm to 渡劫 (i'm on this arc now and it's so funny too, i love it)! i'm only two thirds of the way through the show because tragically work is a thing that i have to do, but i have heard that there is Sads™ towards the end (although i'm told it ends well) and i'm looking forward to it!!

i personally am really enjoying this! things move along quickly in this show, and because they're pretty basic plotlines it doesn't take a lot of focus to watch! the sets/costumes are gorgeous, and dylan and esther are surprisingly good in this!! i've always been pretty meh about dylan outside of cvariety until now, but there have been scenes in this where he just blew me over. the pacing of the relationship is good as well, like i'm 2/3 of the way through and they haven't gotten together yet, but they're obviously fond of each other and slowly tipping across the line and it's just SO CUTE TO WATCH

please watch this so we can all suffer together, 11/10 would rec

[huntingingoodwill]

p, r, and w for our crazy straw man jonathan crane :^)

thank u so much!! what a crazy straw man he is

send me a character + a letter from the yan alphabet !

tw (i did not project this to be so long and so angsty and bc of the yan nature of these asks i've written him displaying a lot of shitty manipulative scarecrow behaviour): stalking, abduction, emotional manipulation, inflicting physical pain

patience: how patient are they with their darling?

jc has patience in spades. guy has 4 jobs and they all require that quality. he knows how to bide his time (he wouldn't have been able to spend hours crouching in darling's closet if he didn't) and how to keep his cool. there are moments where he snaps in short, volatile outbursts after ages of patience, dragging them away to put them in their place. otherwise, he'll sit patiently and observe with that condescending look until darling comes around and apologizes to him, all pouty and affectionate, which he gets a real kick out of. dude sits there expressionless until darling hugs him, and he very slowly wraps his arms around them like it's a gracious gift but on the inside he's sighing in relief and smiling

regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

jon has moments of clarity where it pains him to realise how he's hurt you, and he'd wonder what kind of life you'd have if he'd had the self-control to leave you alone. he'd feel guilty, but convince himself to push it aside like "i'm protecting them, the world is so horrible, i'm helping them by keeping it out." it would take A LOT of mental manipulation on darling's part to convince him to let them go. he acts all sorts of stone cold, especially at first, but he has a soft spot for them. he'd maybe, begrudgingly let them go, after a few too many nights watching their eyes glaze over like they're thinking of being far, far away from him or listening to them cry when they think he's asleep. they've learnt to be happy with him but the gravity of what he did to them hits them uncontrollably sometimes. but he'll always stick around to watch over them, like the shittiest guardian angel ever, the type that follows you down the street and looks at you longingly from your closet. this was dark. i hate it. okay.

wit's end: would they ever hurt their darling?

some of his shows of affection cause a little pain, but it's all in good fun, light biting, scratching, stuff like that. it would take a huge amount of pushing to get him to the moment of extreme rage it would take him to actually hurt them, and he'd regret it so so much, very likely to fall at their feet crying. he was supposed to protect them from the pain of the world but he was inflicting it onto them, yk? feelings, however, he does with more ease. he knows what makes them tick and though he feels sorry, he takes it as a side effect of keeping him close to them. he mostly does this in moments of desperation when he feels them slipping through my fingers by abba, and prods at them then presents himself as a shoulder to cry on. though i mentioned he wouldn't cause them physical hurt, i imagine in moments of overwhelming anger he'd just watch quietly as darling lashed out and then grip onto their arm, digging his fingernails into them, not letting go until they stop.

[cherryonigiri]

nanami kento [evenings with you]

nanami kento x reader || cw: descriptions of blood/injuries, light angst

a/n: this is just self-indulgent writing for me but i'm v stressed about school rn and this is the result. just imagine that y/n is a bio/medical phd candidate lol.

Nanami can tell that you're stressed. Usually you savor the nights he's not on overtime, asking him about work and refusing to leave his side for most of the evening. He's used to you being attentive, so the fact that you've asked him the same question twice within the last ten minutes is already setting alarm bells ringing in his head. You're constantly fiddling with something, or flashing furtive glances towards the bedroom when you think he's not paying attention.

It only gets worse after dinner. You insist on washing up, something about how you want him to 'enjoy his night off.' Nanami compromises, silently grabbing a towel and drying the dishes. It's clear that your mind is elsewhere. Your hands scrub the porcelain on autopilot, and he can hear you muttering under your breath.

Every now and then you'll mutter a list of tasks under your breath. Nanami remembers you mentioning that things were hectic in lab. You're almost always still working when gets home from work, even when it's well past when you eat your dinner. It's clear that you've had a busy day-- the apartment is far more cluttered than it usually is. There are post-it and pieces of scrap paper stuck to every single surface, and a forgotten pile of folded laundry rests on the couch.

An intense burning sensation across your palm causes you cry out. "Shit!" You drop the knife you were washing in favor of cradling your already bleeding hand. Nanami is instantly by your side, firmly pressing the dishcloth against your cut. There is a worrying amount of red seeping into the fabric, so he silently ushers you to the bathroom.

It's a strange reversal of roles. He's used to being the one leaning leaning against the counter while you bandage his wounds. Instead, it's you who is perched on the marble surface, wincing as he dabs an antiseptic soaked cotton ball against your injury. "Sorry, I'm almost done," he says when you let out a loud hiss.

"It's fine," you reply, sheepishly looking away. "I should have been paying more attention."

Nanami chooses to only respond with a nonchalant hum, focusing on cleaning your palm. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he applies ointment to the cut, adding gauze once he's finished. It's only when he reaches for the bandages that he decides to ask. "What's stressing you out?"

Your eyes widen as you realize you've been caught. Nanami is rarely home early these days, especially since he's been mentoring Itadori on behalf of Gojo. (Not that you mind - in the few times you've met Itadori through video call with Nanami, the pink-haired student's sunny disposition has never failed to cheer you up.) When he'd texted you saying he'd be home by dinner, you'd jumped at the opportunity to spend some much needed time with him. You'd pulled out the stops, cooking something a little fancier, and intent on spending the earlier part of the evening cuddling with him. Secretly, you had planned to sneak out of bed after he'd fallen asleep (he always goes to bed early on days like these) and finish preparing for the gauntlet of meetings and presentations you had tomorrow. It was your fault for putting off the tasks, and you didn't want to let your own bad habits get in the way of some quality time with your boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my plate tomorrow." You do your best to laugh it off, but quickly trail off once when you catch Nanami's deadpan expression. He's always been too good at seeing through your white lies. "I put off some work..." A raised eyebrow from him prompts you to continue, "And I was planning on doing it after you went to bed..." You can't help it when your face scrunches into a pout. After all, now your carefully-laid deception has been revealed.

When Nanami bursts into amused chuckles, you're momentarily surprised, but quickly go back to sulking. "Stop laughing at me Ken!" you whine, "I'm a--"

"Self-aware procrastinator," he finishes your sentence with an amused grin. "I know love, I know. I've seen you write far too many papers within 24-hours of a deadline to be surprised." He presses an affectionate kiss against your wrist.

You scowl at your boyfriend, snatching your bandaged hand away from his grasp. "I'm glad that my suffering is entertaining for at least one person." You stomp back to the bedroom in faux-anger, smiling when you hear Nanami's footsteps not far behind you.

When he steps into the bedroom Nanami drapes his frame over your shoulders, his warm torso nestled against your back. "It is one of your more...endearing traits," he murmurs into your ear before pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. You can feel your cheeks and ears tingle at his words of affection.

"Sometimes you can be such a sweet talker," you mumble to yourself while you change into your pajamas. This week it's been an old Jujutsu tech hoodie and a pair of well-worn athletic shorts.

"Only for you," Nanami replies while he undoes the buttons of his outfit, chucking his tan pants and blue button up into the laundry basket in the corner. He dons a pair of sweatpants before returning your side to recapture you in another affectionate hug. It's a well kept secret of the Kento-Y/N household that Nanami Kento likes to lounge around shirtless in the privacy of his apartment. (You've been sworn to secrecy, but only because your boyfriend claims that Gojo and the students would have a field day teasing him if this information were to be made public amongst the jujutsu sorcerer community.)

Turning around, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your nose against his torso and taking in his comforting scent. It's been so long since the two of you have had a moment to yourselves, and for once your hectic thoughts are silenced in favor of sharing a moment of calm bliss with Nanami. He hums in appreciation, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips.

"Do you want to watch anything tonight?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

"No," he replies. "I was actually planning on reading the briefing Ichiji just sent me. Gojo apparently has another scheme up his sleeve." You giggle when your boyfriend lets out a pained sigh. On more than one occasion, your boyfriend has ranted to you about Gojo's unorthodox approach to exorcism. "I swear that idiot shaves a year off my lifespan every time I go on a mission with him," Nanami complains. "He's taking away the years I could spend in Malaysia."

You hum thoughtfully before responding, "Then do you mind--"

Once again, Nanami already knows what you're going to say. "Just remember to bring your laptop charger, I know you have a thousand tabs open on your computer right now," he says while exiting to the living room. After a few moments you join him, overburdened laptop and charger in hand. You both take your usual spots in the living room, him resting comfortably in the center of the loveseat and you sitting on a floor cushion, nestled between his legs. Soon you've fallen into a groove, fingers steadily typing on the keyboard. The warmth of Nanami's presence next to you brings a sense of calm, giving you the grounding focus you need to finish off the last of your tasks.

As he thumbs through the printouts Ichiji gave him, Nanami can't help but let his eyes drift towards you every now and then. You look so adorable when you work. From the way your brow furrows whenever you reread a line, to the way you unconsciously chew on your lip when you scrutinize your draft for any errors. Every now and then he'll gently run his fingers through your hair, relishing the content sighs you let out in response.

It only takes about another hour before you're (finally) closing all your tabs (he still doesn't know why your laptop hasn't crashed yet). As you scroll through social media, your head begins to droop. Soon enough you've fallen asleep, breaths coming in soft and even puffs as you rest against his thigh. Smiling to himself, he puts down his papers and gently lifts your body from the floor. He's careful not to wake you as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom.

Setting you on the bed, he tucks you under the blankets before lying beside you. The moonlight coming through your window softly illuminates your relaxed features, and he softly traces the outline of your face with his thumb. As he continues to caress your cheek, his eyes are drawn to the dark circles under your eyes. He rarely falls asleep after you these days - between his physically demanding occupation and the ever growing number of things you are responsible for at work- he's often the first to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion while you work well into the night. Not to mention that he's had to spend an increasing number of nights away from you, either on challenging missions or accompanying Gojo's students. And while he knows most of your stress comes from being a student, he can't help but feel guilty about all the additional distress his status as a jujutsu sorcerer has caused you.

When you started dating him, you insisted that Shoko teach you how to suture. He hates how much your stitches have improved since then. The neatness of your stitches is a constant reminder of how much you've endured because of him. When he hears you trying to muffle your sobs into a pillow, he swears he can feel his heart crack in his chest, hurting more than any kind of physical wound from battle. Those nights end with him holding you tightly to his bandaged chest, murmuring reassurances and affection into the crown of your head until you've calmed down enough to fall into a fitful sleep. Even when you're unconscious he'll still continue, words morphing into apologies for the sadness he's inflicted upon your shoulders.

Feeling his eyelids being to droop, Nanami presses one last kiss against your forehead before laying down. He wraps his arms around your waist, surrounding you with warmth, hoping that his presence will be enough to keep your nightmares away, at least for tonight. I love you, y/n is the last thought he has before he drifts away, ready to dream of a tropical sunset and a peaceful future with you by his side.