#man i wish i had enough energy to exercise

[nicepersondisorder]

killing and violence (wrist pain is back)

[wonryllis]

watermelon sugar (m) | sim jaeyun.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁?

preview. he’s the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but he’s not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.

or where, jake can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries.

meet the cast. simp sim jaeyun(jake) with his obsession fem!reader

genre. and they were roommates trope, fuckboy soft for his girl trope, SMUT MDNI!!!, lots of toothrooting fluff, tiny speck of angst but not proper angst, drunk confessions?, only one who can control him/her trope, happy happy ending, crack/humor, domestic scenes(newly added) college fuckboy athelete roommate!jake with his candy!roommate girl. computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake.

word count. 13,488 unedited! it's word vomit.

warnings. fingering, dry humping, dirty talkkk lots and lots of it, nasty freak jake with innocent(seems to be) girlie, experienced x inexperienced(virgin but has idea), pussy slapping, somewhat drunk sex but there's consent consent, oral (m rec.) different scenes, p in v (unprotected! but pls pls pls do not do this ever use protection!!!!!) multiple orgasms (f.rec), overstimuation(f.rec) and somewhat (m.rec), spitting? slight nipple play, jake is rough and filthy, with heavyyyyy corruption kink it's all throughout the story, strength kink, size difference “i worship the ground you walk on” energy but still dominant jake, jake has soooo many dirty inner thoughts about you it's innumerable. he's a simp for you so you're a slut for him— i guess that's them?

theme song. animals by maroon 5 (jake pov), into you by ariana grande (yn pov)

﹙★﹚ ࣪DRABBLES (find them here)

` author notes. im sorry for making you guys wait three extra weeks I hope y'all still want to read this,, what do i say it was so horrible before the revamp, thankfully it's so much better now and the smut god, it was so hard to write it i hope it's good enough. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!!

“i don’t mind this feeling.”

YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER IS HAPPENING BETWEEN YOU BOTH, BUT YOU LIKE IT. IT FEELS SILLY AND FRAGILE AND GOOD. perhaps a little too good.

god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you aren’t complaining though he takes care of you in every way he possibly could. making you feel like his entire world revolves around you, from his time home to the hours he spends on the field. one would ask anything of him and his answer would surely include you in one way or another, everyone knew it, everyone could see it, the way he feels.

he makes you breakfast, he helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment. he cooks for you and he does the dishes more often than not, the only exception being the time when you insist deathly on doing it yourself because come on you gotta do at least some thing around the house.

to add to the perfect mixture of god gifted man, he video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesn’t disturb you. does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, he’s just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed (outwardly). he would never admit the way they get him all hot and bothered when he thinks of all the places those fabrics have touched. how wild his imagination runs and all the things he wishes he could do to you. all the sounds he could get, out of you and all the things you'd taste of.

you are his candy (well not exactly ‘his’ but according to him this nickname of yours is only and I repeat only reserved for him) literally because you are all over sweets all the damn time and figureratively because he’d die to have a taste of you; the forbidden fruit of his life, too innocent for a person like him to ruin. but lord would he give up everything to land a chance to lay his hands on you not so innocently.

this man does not give a fuck about who is not you, and maybe occasionally spare a care for his two best friends who so far have only been blessed enough to know your name because jake has made it clear that you're off-limits and if they ever dare to do anything given the opportunity he'd rip off their balls and feed it to ducks (he's serious he swears)

getting to the real point of your dynamic: the only drawback— jake sim is a renowned fuckboy on campus, the heartbreak prince and you, his miss americana as they all like to call it. it is a daily routine, having to find a new girl in the house and ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and your hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently you’ve been feeling weirdly dejected. a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you can’t pin point exactly to why and what it is.

“candy, my laptop broke down again!” jake's raspy voice dances through the little cracks of the bathroom door as you prepare for a quick shower. you sigh, tightening the towel wrapped around you before stepping out. a short knock at his batman poster door left ajar, and he's whipping his head to have a look at you as if he knew you'd be in the middle of washing up. a little secret, yes he knew because everytime ahead of bathtime you make sure to have a sip of your watermelon slush stack from the fridge and the sound of it's door reaches his room just right to let him know.

he remains seated on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face. your eyes fall at his desk to see his laptop closed, he tricked you, and like always you fell for it,“maybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, this wouldn't happen all the time. but i assume you probably did it to get me here, it’s not gonna work everytime yun,” you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,“well it does work everytime though,” he knows how to have you on his tail just like you know how to have him wrapped around your finger. it only seems fair, you both know what gets the other going and you use it to your advantage.

“what is it?” asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair. spinning in rounds with your legs out swinging, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you had forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. a funny memory of jake trying to stop you because it would defeat the whole image of his room only to fold when you gave him the puppy doe eyes, baby talking that you really wanted to do it. it doesn't take much to have jake cave in, just one look from you and the boy is a flatline. fuckboy? he is that to everyone but to you he's practically whatever you want him to be, though you have never really had a talk about it.

“actually eunsang, she-” there is a hesitation is his tone you are well aware of, having almost a clear idea of what he's about to say,“i told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didn’t i?” you scold, feeling that little twinge of hurt knowing he probably will keep on being involved with girls like this no matter what you say. it's the one thing where you don't have him under your spell. or that's you think, i mean you you have no idea do you of how much he wants you. just like how you have no idea how much you want him.

“yes but it happened and now she’s after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her,” clamping together his hands in a plea, jake pouts as best as he can, giving you his puppy eyes. but when you don’t show a reaction of any sort he resorts to the next best guaranteed thing: bribery,“i’ll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!” eyes sparkling with hope and expections of having you fall for it, like you do every single time, he waits. albeit patterns break, in everything and everyone.

“no, i’m on a diet. i gave up on sweets, what if i get diabetes? will you,” you point at him dramatically,“take responsibility?” to which his stance morphs into one of stunned. he would gladly take responsibility for you at any given chance, but it's one of more gravity and significance than diabetes. and he's sure he's not one you should be in care of as more than anything that you are right now. he's too corrupted and you are too naive.

“yes of course i’ll help you take your meds and-” he mumbles in a quick, hurried note aware that you’ll not let him answer if he’s not fast enough. you still beat him to it though, speaking loud over and above his voice, to drown out his words despite hearing them quite clearly,“will you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before i get the urge to lock you in the bathroom when you’re in there later,” with a silence after, one that has jake grinning again at your cuteness, you take it as a que to rush out swiftly. trying to make it to the bathroom before he decides to use his strength against you and hold you down wherever he wants. which though hasn't been often, has always left you breathless and flustered to a point you refuse to admit.

training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. it’s obvious he’ll have you give in if he wants but he’s too sweet to force you. and of course it's obvious, the tension of the strength kink that looms over in the room.

it comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room: is eunsang standing by the kitchen counter. and important point: clad in one of jake’s dress shirts that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. oh you had to see this coming, this is jake we're talking about will be really ever like ever not bring over girls? no matter if they're clingy or not. the answer is ambiguous and definitely not to your favor.

she’s shares a small smile upon noticing you, a friendly smile which you know is obviously fake. she’s doing it just to look good and polite in jake’s eyes. just to show that she's not bothered by you, because as said everyone knows if they don't like you then they automatically are on jake sim's blacklist. and being the star player of the team, his acquaintance is more or less influential to a large extent, so note to be taken be nice to candy to not be on the cross out list.

however as sad as it is to say it’s of no use. she’s not even there in his eyes to begin with. the moment the jake comes out of his room, his field of vision doesn’t include her. passing by her very visible figure like she’s a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, his morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,“good morning, candy,” he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,“and mei,” he acknowledges your pet kitty but not the girl he brought home, that should speak volumes to you, jake thinks. treating you like candy of his world you are, shouldn't that be the ultimate giveaway of his feelings? like even his hookups can see how down bad he is for you why is it that you're the only one who can't? he wants you to know but at the same time he feels he's not right for you, a dilemma he handles by fucking up over and over again.

wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on. you did hear them last night (more like her), but you didn’t know it was her her. you weren’t even expecting her to be the one. after the conversation with jake yesterday, she was the last person you would have ever assumed. he sends you a flying look that he’ll explain everything later, shushing you off before you speak out loud.

“yunie,” your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you exclusively call him with, leaving her crusty mouth. certainly, like jake you blossom a definite possession over names too. perhaps it's the effect of living with him 24/7 but you seem to have picked up a lot of his antics.

jake’s eyes shift to look at you for a moment and then he’s running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self. he absolutely does not like the way your brows turn down and the pretty smile you were previously adorning for him falling off your pretty lips. he can tolerate anything but seeing you bothered in any way. “you’re still here? it's better if you leave soon, candy doesn’t like all this,” walking around her to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen to open the upper cabinets, jake ignores her like a plague as if he wasn't showing her heaven last night. but alas, nothing comes above you, she should have known that.

“what do you want for breakfast candy? should i make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sugar?” his palms rest on the granite countertop, leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you. it makes eunsang rage with anger, throwing you a demeaning look before she disappears into jake's room.

the moment his bedroom door closes, you feel the unfamiliar weight on your shoulders relax a tad bit,“my watermelon slush please,” finding your cozy spot on the kitchen counter, you give him your most adorable pout feeling like you had to gain back his warmth after the hookup. your legs dangle over the height between, toes softly brushing against jake's calves every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink, you decide to voice out the thing that had been disturbing since the moment you walked out your room,”did you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?” it comes out in a low whisper, afraid if you said it too loud it'd come true. the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, it’s not new for you to see random girls in your apartment; or to hear them while they’re at it. yet it still gives you a sort of uneasy feeling, something you do not like feeling.

“it was a last time kind of deal actually,” he stops briefly to give you a quilty smile. finishing your sweet slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night. she slows down to observe as jake hands you the cup, repulsively watching you take a sip,“is it good?” hearing him speak in a tone way different than the one she’s acquainted with him using with her has stomp her way out in a grumpy fit.

looking up from the edge of your cup with hopes to give her a sly stare, your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,“bitch,” you comment, hooded orbs shifting back to jake who scowls in disapproval,”language candy,” he reminds, knowing very well it does nothing to stop you.

“sorry yunie but she's so agressive, and for what?” you whine.

“from what i’ve seen, you’re way more aggressive,” jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.

with full cheeks, you grin like a cheshire cat and jake feels his heart rate speeding up, who gave you the permission to be the cutest person he's ever known? the urge to kiss you just keeps growing with each passing day and with with each little sneaky smile and doe eyes you give him.

“we need to get the groceries this week, i have after classes soccer practice for the next four days and we're not gonna last that long,” the thought of spending the next four evenings alone in the unit is gloomier than the half assed ham and cheese toast jake makes for himself. if only you said yes to some proper breakfast, his taste buds and stomach wouldn't be suffering so much.

you nod as if he has eyes on his back, knowing well he's gonna want you with him but not force you, if you'd say no. whatever you want, is whatever he does.

“‘m gonna go take a shower first then,” hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies.

“let’s shower together,” jake's friskiness thrives in the way he shouts with an undertone of mischief. watching you with a teasing gaze as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door. a tiny smirk spreading onto his lips when you scrunch your nose in a grimace. cute, he mouths thinking you wouldn't notice but god you do. he's clearly joking but you can’t help feeling flustered internally. keeping up with his flirty and touchy stunts and tricks should have made it easier for you by now, but over a year in and you're yet to find yourself getting used to it. he’s too attractive and hot to get used to; at least that’s what excuse your brain gives you, which honestly is true to some extent. his looks score a lot of points and you can't deny that.

“and if we get locked in there, who’s gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems,” you complain in a soft groan which, in his eyes is more adorable with the little annoyance you show. if you think you could ever intimidate him, you probably will because he'll melt right away to even think of a counter back.

his stance straightens at that, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before he’s breaking out in a taunt of smile, eyes closing in on you in a brazen look,“so does that mean if the lock was fine you’d actually shower together with me,” he feels this triumph of emotions, a sudden rush of sugar at the realization that'd probably maybe perhaps someday let him get in the shower together with you. the sheer excitement he experiences through his veins is over the roof, just the possibility of something so intimate with you is a bite of golden spoon for him.

he purposely stops all he’s doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, trying to provoke you,“i never said that,” you stick your tongue out at him, closing the door in a soft slam and crying out a ‘you’re sick in the head!’

“only for you!” jake yells back, chuckling to himself as he leaves the room.

two hours later you’re both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs with product locations, rows and rows of household products and everything you'd always spend lots of time looking through until jake has to drag you back home.

he pushes the cart while you look around for items to throw in and cross out one by one from your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to every two minutes will lead any sane person to conclude you as a couple. you both would also admit it feels as such. how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that you’re on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth. it feels sweet, he feels sweet. and you make him want to coddle you so bad, like what do you mean you're on a diet? you're perfect already. too perfect for him.

“i’m taking the pop tarts!” you hear him shout from two or probably three Isles away while you look through some new make up launches,”…okay fine!” capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at your way and mutter something you don’t quite catch but you assume it’s probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.

“yunie look these are so pretty,” you point at the line of lipgloss as jake comes over with cart. he hums in agreement, watching you scan through the shades in an animated mood, mumbling over the names and speaking of how it'd look good for an everyday look or with summer dress you recently got. oh how smitten he feels, observing the way you seem so pumped up simply over gloss.

“there's no mirror— “

“try it on me,” oh he's bewitched under your spell.

jake stands still as you apply the mauve on him, staring at you through hooded eyes,”oh, this one’s really pretty on you!” you beam, looking up at him as if he could see it too.

“it'd look prettier on you,” he's hardly able to whisper out, gaze trained on the way you part your lips while you wipe it off his and apply another. if he didn't have a strong self control, by now he would have shoved his tongue down your throat in the dirtiest and messiest kiss you'd ever known. knocking your breath out, as well as his. he's already on the verge of losing it with every little touch you leave on his lips, wetting your own as a habit.

“which one should i take?” you ask something cutely, jake almost feels guilty for the thoughts swimming in his head.

“i’ll buy all of it for you, we can do something like a chapstick challenge you know. the one where you kiss and guess the flavor,” he teases loving the tiny exasperated glare you throw him. “yunn, be serious! which one?”

“these two?” he points to ones you commented were pretty feeling impatient at the conjured up image of you wearing the colors on with you tiny, sexy little sundresses you got hidden in your closet. please feel guilty man he thinks.

in the end jake (successfully) convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break offering to help you with it. and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brand’s watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. checking all out he insists on carrying everything himself, only handing you the little bag that held your lollies in case you'd want one on the way back.

the subway is more crowded than usual, scarcely any seat left. it takes you a whole minute to scan around for an empty one, immediately encouraging jake to take it. a silly game of rock paper scissors to decide who stands, insisting firmly that he sit when you end up winning. the grocery bags rest by his foot and you stand between his legs, holding onto the bar wobbling every now and then. it’s just one stop left when jake suddenly pulls you onto his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs possessively. you turn to look at him, lashes brushing against his skin and lips parting in the slightest at the adrenaline you feel pumping into your fast beating heart. the muscles in his chest feel firm at the faint touch of your back against him, the thumping of his own heart similar to that of yours.

he leans closer to whisper in your ear,“that creep right there kept staring you up and down,” pointing with a discreet move of his eyes as he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. you on the other hand, grow hot with irritation, perhaps just as hot and bothered you are feeling jake pressed so close. an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger.

“i’ll show him the fuck he was staring at," you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists, expression as innocent as always. jake seems to catch on to what you’re about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, i know you hate this candy, but i don’t want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything i’ll make sure to set him right, for now i think he got it that he’s not gonna stare at you however he wants,” hand grabing yours in gentle caresses along the expanse of your arm. delicate and slow like a soothing rub. his touch just as enticing and stimulating it is, is also calming, knowing exactly how to pacify your hot headedness. jake finds that really hot about you, the way you look like you couldn't harm a bug but he's seen you throw kicks and punches (for the right reasons) ‘looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you’ he never knew that's his type. sometimes and really only some rare times he wonders if you're not as innocent as he thinks you are, getting rock hard at the thought of it, dick twitching multiple times imagining you saying and doing things that an angel like you shouldn't be.

for the rest of the ride he manages to lull you back to your sweet candy mode, making you laugh at his lame pick up lines, and occasionally tickling your sides. head falling back into his shoulder in cute giggles and hips rolling on him, damn only he knows how bad he's holding back. as shameless as he is he'd probably jump your bones right infront of everyone to see. thankfully you bring the decency in your relationship.

when your stop comes, he intertwines his fingers you as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving.

“'m gonna flatten out all your abs today, you'll need to gym again,” jake chuckles, feeling you roll over his body like mei’s lint roller as he lays on your favorite fluffy kuromi rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. the weight of your body on and off and the touch of your hot skin he feels funsies,“you do this all the time, candy and my abs have never left. how can i let them? knowing how much you love it,” reaching behind to hold you still on his back. you are glad he can't see the way your cheeks warm up at that, a bashful look on your face remembering all the times he's caught you ogling at his body.

“why are you sulking?” he asks when you don't respond with a whine like you usually do. aware that you behave this way either when you’re over the top bathing in happiness or dissatisfied with something.

“’m gonna gain weight now because of you, i’ll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to resist binge eating,” you lightly punch at the curve of his shoulders, dropping your head into the crook of his neck in a pout. jake turns around swiftly to hold you in a hug, wanting nothing more than to cheer you up,“i love your belly anyhow, whether it’s visible or not,” giving the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch. you wince playfully drawing back inches to tease him only to drop down into his arms to hug him back seconds later,“yeah whatever,” his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm once again, and the warmth spreading all over your mind this time. why does he have to be so sweet to you?

you both stay like that for a while breathing slowly, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. you’re the first to pull away,“you should finish that essay, i have to prepare for my test next week,” jake groans at the loss of your touch, wailing out with his hands as you leave the room.

”i’m joining you as soon as i finish this!”

four days later on the weekend, you sit on the couch alone, wrapped in the thin lilac charmeuse blanket jake got for you (he said it the softness of it, reminded him of you.) waiting for your him to join you. eight in the morning with ‘tangled’ running on the tv, it's not something jake would ever want to do, but he gives in because you like it; bonus sometimes when you get a little sleepy, he grabs the chance to cuddle you as close as he can, leaving a few fluttering kisses on your temple and cheeks. he's grateful you never say anything about it and just let him be.

“yunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday,” you spare a quick glance towards jake as he walks out his room. his headset rests loosely around his neck, half naked, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and his black hair all dishevelled: looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week. “yeah sure,” the rasp in his voice as he mumbles out softly gives away the fact that he probably stayed up all night again.

taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon, jake scoops out a small little portion. going up to your slouched figure on the couch, and extending it out for you to eat,“here you go, candy,” he does it quite often, infact he loves to feed you. seeing your cheeks full and your eyes sparkling makes him feel fond as much as it turns him on. picturing you the same way on your knees between his legs with his dick stuffed in your mouth. choking and gagging on him, tears dropping down your pretty eyes while you stare up at him with this same doe look. it'd be heaven. even more so if he would have to teach you how to do it right, further fueling the massive corruption kink he seems to have harboured after meeting you.

he passes you melon after you take the bite, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. eyes trained on the way you fill in more in your mouth than you can handle, face all round and full,”eat slowly,” he flicks at your forehead.

“do you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this one’s pretty small,” he adds a minute later, raising his brows subtly.

“well, first of all i didn’t plan to have a roommate and secon- i swear if it’s for your hook-ups i’m kicking you out!” it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you spit a seed at him. one that due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest. damn those muscles they get you feelings things you probably shouldn't be.

putting away the watermelon on your tea table, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off in a crackle of laughter,“this is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!”

“stop making me appear like a horndog!” he laughs along, whinning at your false accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.

“well that is exactly what you are!” you throw the closest cushion at his face. grinning with your signature cutesy doe eyes and jake is a goner. he always is.

“no don't do this me,”

“change the sheets then, it's your turn this week,” turning away from him, you fix your eyes on rapunzel climbing down the tower. trying to avoid the way he stares at you with betrayal, immediately scooting over to tickle you.

“you cheeky liar it's your turn,” his hands glossing over your ticklish areas.

“i love you,” in a fit of uncontrolled giggles, you shout. pushing against him to escape only to have your wrists pulled away, held together in a tight grasp and pinned above your head. “candy! i love you is not gonna get you out of chores come on i'll help you. we'll watch tangled later. together, i promise,” his laughter dies down with every word he utters, whispering out the last part as he becomes aware of the proximity between you two. so close you both think, breaths slowing down and heartbeats picking up the pace with each passing second.

“we're doing this okay?” jake whispers again, albeit, his tone a tad bit more heavy and bothered. an ambiguous daze clouding over, as if he is talking about something entirely different than just changing sheets. a twinge of lust bubbling inside. having you under him like this makes him realize just how desperately he wants you, and how bad his strength kink blooms for you. to have you whimpering and moaning, gaze all hazy as you let him do whatever he wants with you. damn he feels his dick twitch at that, gulping nervously hoping you wouldn't notice.

“you look like eugene,” you mumble out suddenly and jake feels his thirst rise off the roof, because the size difference between the characters? he wouldn't deny he thought of you the first time he saw the animation. wanting you have you in his arms the same way.

“then you must be my rapunzel,” you feel even more flustered if that's possible, your stomach twisting and twirling at his words until,”now come on we gotta keep the house clean for mother gothel,” jake let's his grip on you loosen, taking a moment to get off you.

“yunie!”

“i'll make you some sweet soy-glazed potatoes too later,” he voice drowns out as he enters you bedroom first.

“well i guess it's okay then,” you giggle following after him.

“candy that's not how you tuck in the corners,” jake scolds you for nth time, running after you to fix the edges you mess up deliberately time and again. “hey! candy! get down!” you make it a chaos for him, jumping onto the unmade bed and messing up the sheets all the way.

“oops,” there's a devilish grin on your face as jake pauses to watch you have your sugar rush episode.

“if you wanna wrestle again and end up under me, just say so,” he teases, inching closer and grabbing you by the waist. you both laugh again as if you weren't dripping with need for each other just moments ago. he picks you up and walks to the door putting you down by the sill,”i seriously need to get this done, you go and peel the potatoes for me,” you can't cook for the sake of god and letting you use knives is like a deathwish, jake can only hope peeling will keep you busy and safe enough to not end up with cuts anywhere.

the doorbell rings just as you step into the kitchen, walking back to the front in a sluggish sigh. feeling utter regret for answering the door, the instant you notice the figure outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you shut the door behind.

he peeps out your room at the sound of it, shrugging it off as nothing because you’ve done it lot many times: when your friends show up because you simply don’t want them to fall under his radar as prey.

you spare an indifferent glance at the way eunsang stands tall; hands folded with a cocky look on her rather gorgeous face. she's a beauty and you hate to admit that, a vibe so opposite of you it makes you insecure considering jake's hooked up with her more than a few times. “i’m here to see jake,” she states, tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him nowhere to be seen.

“and he doesn’t want to see you, didn’t he tell you it was the last time,” you counterattack, folding your arms and straightening up to look intimidating. your stare is one of taunt, carrying a gaze of boredom in hopes to establish that you're one to reckon with.

“are you jake? i said i want to talk to jake not you,” her heels click in impatience and underlying disgust in the tone she uses with you gets on your nerves.

you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, tongue poking at the side of your cheek, “and are you deaf? i said he does not want to talk to you,” assert dominance, assert dominance you repeat over and over in your head.

but what she says next makes you lose your temper.

jake, the very epicenter of it all, on the other hand has no idea of what's going on outside until there's a scream that sounds too much like you, one turning into many more. it's frantic and inhumane, the speed at which he runs out. dropping everything and anything. there in broad daylight he finds you and eunsang trying to rip each other's hair out in the thankfully empty hallway. he doesn't know if he should be worried more about your scalp hurting or your throat tearing from how loudly you scream over eunsang. his hands flail as he contemplates on breaking the fight or letting you calm down, which you probably won't as he knows. he grabs onto eunsang's hands on your head trying to loosen her grip on your hair, concerned over the pain you must be feeling while you're there now trying to kick her between her legs. she's shocked to say the least, watching him latch you off her in a swift motion and throw you over his shoulder. he takes you back inside quickly, groaning at your fists pounding against his back in a protest,”fucking let go of me! i’m gonna give her a good piece of my mind!”

“candy language!” putting you down by the kitchen softly, he grasps the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,“stop fighting all the time, stay here i’ll talk to her, okay?” he speaks slowly as an attempt to calm you. when you wiggle off in a scornful shrug, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face, a tender look in his eyes,“okay?” you nod in a defeated sigh and he's out the door before you can say anything else. you're upset, really upset, you know what you did outside was not decent yet you can't get over the fact that he left you in here to go back to talk to her. he was on your tail last week trying to beg you to help him get rid of her and even shooed her out the unit harshly, what more is there to talk about?

truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or should he say saw you. it was the move in day, he had all the necessities for the week packed in a travel suitcase, with the other stuff to be brought in later on. he was waiting for the elevator in the lobby, more tense and anxious than ever to meet the girl he was going to be living with a good four years of his college life. hoping she'd not treat him like some stranger, or be someone impossible to get close to hash live with. along with little bits of curiosity and hopes again, that she'd be a pretty and sweet girl maybe someone help could form some kind of benefits with.

however never in a million years did he ever expect it to be the cute yet fierce girl in the elevator. to say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement, he was literally blown off his feet, scared or impressed, his confusion was massive. when the doors of the elevator had opened he had found you slapping a middle aged man,”fun? you think groping my butt ‘s fun, you sicko,” kicking him in the balls next. hard. jake had gulped at that, hard. heart on a pause. the look of feigned innocence on your face as you did all that. damn jake swears it was that moment he fell. maybe not romantically but you definitely got his dick hard.

you looked super cute, and you knew how to fight, jake thought he hit the jackpot when you turned out to be his roommate. pretty you were, definitely, and sweet wasn't even a question; you were sweet to him and you are a lot of sweet. the only thing that remains a mystery till now is if you'd taste as sweet. jake hopes he can find that out.

he returns a few minutes later, lips pursed in a small smile as he shuts the front door. it grows even wider when his eyes find you,“so your soy glazed potatoes,” he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out.

“she called me a slut for living with a guy like you and i was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-” you bang on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,“and you dragged me in!” whinning in a pout that looked as upset as your furrowed brows.

jake glances over in amusement, halting to give you another grin as he boops your nose gently,“my darling candy, i’m only good to you,” the glare you throw his way only makes him snicker with adoration. the little flicker of bashfulness you feel making you break out in a smile which (thankfully, for you) jake doesn't notice.

“whatever, i’m gonna take a long shower. do not disturb me!” you leave in a rush afraid if you stay too long he'd see it all on your face.

ten minutes later, as you tiptoe to get your favorite shower gel from the shelf above the mirror, luck decides to remind you why you shouldn't ever stay away from jake sim. feet slipping on the wet floor, body colliding against the cold tiles in a thud loud enough to have jake come running.

“candy, you're okay? what happened? should i open the door? ‘m coming in,” his voice is laced with worry, snapping open the door to find you laying flat down, though to his relief not unconscious. he picks you carefully, bringing you to your room and seating you on the edge of the bed to check for any injuries. hands delicately caressing all over and asking if it hurts any where,”you're so clumsy, always getting me worried like shit,”

“language,” you giggle, trying to make him laugh and it works.

“sorry, just please be careful, okay?” his fingers brush back your hair as you give him a small nod,“do you feel pain anywhere?” another nod, and this one ticks his alarms.

“where!” your fingers reach out to press against the brooding crease between his brows, attempting to remove the frown from his face. and jake melts at that, feeling his heart flutter at your cuteness, god he loves this side of you so much.

“you little demon, look what happens if you don't shower with me,” laughing out together, oh how he wishes it were like this forever. and jake sim has never thought of a forever ever before.

a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day. but what seems to have changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number alarmingly cutting down day by day (which currently sits at zero) and what you haven’t noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip over himself. which is partially true. jake thought of you as deserving someone better, so it was only right that he became better. and what better way than to start with quitting the position of campus’ resident fuckboy.

after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you get straight to bed. changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket from around eight in the evening. jake returns from his soccer practice later, unaware of the fact that you're already passed out. opening your door to let you know of his night out plans,“candy, i’m gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? i didn’t know i’m so sorry candy,” he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy figure under the covers. trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes; heavy blinking and a small pout, his cute girl.

“it’s okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, i’ll be back in the morning,” approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep well’ before leaving.

it's probably past midnight when you wake up to constant ringing of calls. fumbling around for your phone in a daze only to find a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of texts from the same. it's jay, asking you to get jake from the bar they're at. saying the guy's refusing to go back with anyone that's not you: whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.

'where is my candy?’ jay and sunghoon are sick and tired of hearing it all night.

by the time you get him back to the apartment, it's three and your bones hurt from the weight of his body leaning all over you. it doesn't help that all he does is giggle and throw himself over you. there's been a lot of times you have seen him drunk, probably more than a dozen, but he's never looked as wasted as today. sunghoon told you it's because he drank way more than usual, and unbeknownst to you that you are the sole reason, you wonder of the things that plague his mind to the extent of drinking so much.

dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going through his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you can grab. “come on yunie, get changed,” you hand him the clothes, turning away when he takes everything off nonchalantly. even though he likely would rather want you to look, from the many times he's said it before ‘why’re you looking away, candy it's all for you,’ his exact words. the bane of your existence.

after he's changed, you wipe the sweat off his body with a wet towel as much as you can. giving him a glass of water before leaving for your room when he grabs your wrist and stops you with his puppy eyes.

in the morning, around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk. he sits at his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed, clad in his shirt. it’s like he feels everything is over and done from here. he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk. with his head hung in guilt, he doesn't notice you stirring awake, sitting up at the sight of his hunched figure.

“yun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should i make you something for it?” startled at your soft voice, he flinches visibly. a thousand scenarios running through his mind and not one ends up good.

“you don’t even know any hangover recipes,” jake mumbles almost inaudibly.

“i can just search on the internet and try my best, it’s not like i’ll give you anything inedible,” you teaee, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.

it takes him a moment to speak again, sounding as miserable as he has never before,“candy i’m,” he halts, gulping to hold back the lump in his throat,“i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to, i don’t why i, it's all my fault,” he stops again, leaving you confused and dumbfounded,“what are you saying? what apology?” it is when his eyes shift to stare at what you’re clad in, staying there for a hard minute when you get a rough idea of what he could be thinking of. your cheeks grow hot at the realization, shaking your head when unholy images pop up in your subconscious.

but the butterflies fly away just as fast as they came as his words dawn uppn you. even if it didn’t happen the fact that he wouldn’t mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently? your heart breaks more than a little at that.

“why? is it because i’m not like the others you have been with? because i’m not like eunsang? or because i’m not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-”

“that’s the problem! you’re not like her! you’re not like anyone i've known before! you’re special and i’m afraid i’ll lose you, things will change and just i’ll have to get over you without even getting a chance,” it's the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, and the first time ever he's sounded so desperate, weak and dejected. so vulnerable.

the split moment of sadness dissipates with every word that sinks in. the revelation of a(n after)drunk confession. the fact that you're a different kind of special to him, that he would want a chance to be with you, that he's afraid to lose you. you supres the urge to laugh when it all settles into your understanding. having a better grasp over the bigger picture. your steps are slow and calculated as you walk over to him, sitting across his lap and cupping his cheeks in a fleeting breath of courage. his eyes almost bulge out when you brush your lips lightly against his, mumbling softly,“nothing happened, but if you still want i can give you a chance, it’s going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely,” you giggle and jake malfunctions for an instant before grabbing you in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“of course, of course i do want it, i’ve always wanted it,” chanting out in a trance.

“your lips tasted like watermelon,” he mutters out some time after, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. still in a daze that out of all the bad things that could've happened it was none. literally none plus you perhaps wanting him just as much as he wants you.

“i had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up,” you push at his shoulder, getting off him to leave the room to cook something. probably (as you said) a recipe searched up on the web, hopefully edible enough for a hungover person.

when he comes out later, all showered and back to the jake you know: the one who likes his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. “why were- are you wearing my shirt then?”

“you practically begged me to last night while sobbing for i don’t know what reason,” he's a bit flustered at that, but hey, it's what got him here, you gotta do what you gotta do.

“candy, you wanna go out tonight? jay and sunghoon wanted to hang out but i don't wanna leave you so i said i’d bring you along,” jake asks, knocking at your door.

it takes you a little over a minute to open up but jake's does not mind it at all for obvious reasons, his jaw comically falling to the floor when you walk out in your tiny little blue sundress and the shade of lipgloss he was dying to see you in. you're unreal.

“yes! i heard you on call earlier,”

“oh my god candy, gimme a princess twirl,” the amount of desire he feels for you right now is unfathomable. biting his lips at the sight of your lace panties underneath that faintly flash him in the mini twirl you do. can you get any hotter?

“just fifteen minutes and i'll be ready,” he got ten minutes to do something about the boner he just popped, and it's more than enough to have him rub one out with what he just saw. maybe add a little hint of imagination and wondering what you'd sound like if he were to touch you down there. especially given the fact that the likelihood of it happening were through the roof now. you almost kissed last week, anything could happen at this point. and jake's dick gets impossibly sensitive at the odds of it.

at the restaurant, jay and sunghoon sit in an awkward silence, watching you both be all over each other. when they agreed for jake to bring his girl along, they didn't expect it to be so bad.

“um jake talks a lot about you,” sunghoon says trying to start a conversation that he knows probably wouldn't go anywhere.

“he does? that's so sweet,” you smile, giggling over something jake whispers in your ear, his hand palming over the plush of your exposed thighs,”what do you wanna eat?” sunghoon nerves feel boiled at the way jake completely skips over his attempt to talk to you. while jay sips at wine, agonizingly slow knowing this is how it's gonna be from now on. their friend is a changed man.

“i have this picture of jake from middle school, you'd love to see it i promise,” a little tipsy, sunghoon's persistence to put himself in the equation albeit admirable, annoys the fuck out of jake, scowling at the other well of aware of the so called picture he wants to share.

“jay man, take care of him. candy and i are going home,” jake gives them a tight lipped smile, holding your rather drunk self (it's just wine you had said)

“see you later ca- y/n,” at first jay leans in for a friendly hug but— nevermind. the way jake stares at him is scarily weird.

jake makes sure to have you sit on the couch before he leaves to get you water but you're sprawled out on the floor when he comes back. mumbling something about how cool the tiles feel against your skin,”come on you should drink some water,” jake pulls you up on your ass, sitting cross legged on the floor beside you. his hand softly holds the back of your head as he brings the glass to your mouth.

“alright say, what did you wanna say?”

“i wanna kiss you,” if jake thinks the pout on your lips is the cutest thing ever then the words you say must have to be the hottest thing ever. how can a simple word like kiss make his heart flutter so bad? and it's not even lust at this point.

he fulfils your wish without a thought, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. sucking on your bottom lip a second long before he pulls away and boops your nose. no tongue and no other intentions. the after taste of your gloss lingering in his mouth.

“let me tell you a secret,” you whisper out, moving over to his lap, knees on the floor each side.

“i knew you stole my kuromi panties,” he's shocked you know about it, he made sure to be extra careful with it, though his nasty ass was internally hoping you'd catch him.

“mhm, i do have it with me but it's not really wearable now,” he did not see this becoming something sexual but the moment you brought up the panties, you might as well have brought up his dick. man practically re-lived every single time he used it to jerk off, all those orgasms coming to life at once.

“you need to punished!” you whine,

“what do you wanna do?” and jake feels his dick get harder at that.

“can we kiss again?” oh my god, you make him feel so fuzzy and horny at the same time, it's unbelievable. in the guide of jake sim: to make him horny is relatively easy, to get him all fuzzy is once in a lifetime and to get him both at the same time is impossible. yet you do it so effortlessly.

jake answers you with his lips against yours again, relishing in the feeling of them on his own. all those times he wondered of how it'd feel like to kiss you seemed so lame now that he actually did. no imagination could ever come close to way he feels right now. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls away for a moment,”i wanna love you so much and take you on cute little dates and buy you all the food you want and fuck you so hard you only remember my name,”he mumbles against your lips in a bit whisper, letting you take a breath before he dives right back in. this time he lets his tongue slide in, rubbing against your own for a short while only to pull back and go for another trying to keep your lips pressed together for as long as he could. finally pulling away when he feels you push against him a little too roughly, a crawl of shudders all over his skin at the roll of your hips against his bulge.

“wan’ you to fuck me too,” you whine, this time desperately.

“fuck candy, you're drunk we shouldn't be doing this,” he reminds, failing miserably to hold himself back. his hands keep twitching to just grab your hips and grind you down on his dick until you're both cumming together.

“i’m not, i swear. i just drank a little because i couldn't have done this all sober,” even through the layers of clothes, jake can feel your neediness dropping with the way you roll your hips harder against him. speeding up when you think he's pushing you away, but he's just grabbing you closer by the waist. he can't deny how wanted he feels right now, feeling like he'd explode any second. the fuck were you so horny for him?

“are you sure this is okay?” he asks again. no matter how bad he's dying to fuck you, he'll never do it if you don't to.

“‘s okay, please yunie,” you feel his hands slide along your thighs and in between your legs. fingers faintly brushing over the wet patch on your panties in a sharp inhale. he grazes two fingers against your clit, testing the waters. rubbing harder when he feels your breathing pick up it's pace, switching to spank your clit impossibly fast having lost control at the sound of your wanton whimpers.

“don’t move and take it baby,” jake growls, pushing you flush against his chest, making your back arch more and more into him. tits bouncing right up in his face as he bends down to nibble as the exposed skin between them.

he stops for a moment only to push your panties to the side and touch you raw. rubbing rougher and so intense, your legs feel number from pleasure,”has anyone touched you like before?” his jaw clenches hard, eyes dark with want as they remain fixated at the sight of his hands on your pussy. fuck he finally knows what touching you feels like.

“ngh— no, fuck!” and it boosts jake's ego through the roof, he doesn't think he's ever felt as horny as he feels right now. the thought of being the first to touch you in your princess parts, the first you have seen you putty like this, the first to be the one to get you like this. fuck, fuck, fuck! he feels so turned on it's literally inhumane. precum oozing out his tip with every twitch of his dick.

“mm, gonna put my fingers in you,” you feel one of jake's fingers press into you, sliding inside easily with how dripping wet you are. the pornographic moan you let out when he slowly slips in another and curves up has his dick twitch so damn hard he thinks he just came untouched. you sound so cute yet so fucking hot, his mind is in a spiral of everything he wants to do to have you moan like that again and again until you're so drunk on pleasure, you only want him all the time.

“shit you're so tight and warm, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock,” his eyes keenly hooked on the way you raise your hips to meet the thrusts halfway,”y-yun, ‘s feels too g-good ah,”

“fuck you're so hot and so perfect for me,” his words travel straight to your core having you clench tight around his fingers and all of a sudden you find your oragasm hitting you as violently as jake continues to run you through it, fast and painfully pleasurable. enamoured and obsessed with the way your doe eyes struggle to stay open, mouth parting in a loud whine, back arching and hips shooting up. god you're a piece of art and jake doesn't think he's ever gonna want anyone other than you.

he immediately stands up with you in his arms, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing you gently on the cold marble. his fingers run through your hair in a soft caress, tucking in the messy strands behind your ears,”you sure you want this? we can stop here if you want. just say the word and i’ll stop,”

“wan’ yun to be my first,” you whimper wearily, jake feels his heart skip a couple of beats. your first, he wants to be your last too and you to be his last.

”gonna make you cum so much harder on my cock,” he places his hands on your thighs in a tight grip and forces them apart fervently. he so damn wants to eat you out but he also wants to feel you cum around his cock, it's a hard choice to make but his cock feels so angry and heavy slick from all the precum he shot out each time you whimpered or moaned or whined, if he'd wait to get his dick wet he'd probably actually come untouched from your sounds and reactions alone. and only god knows(jay too oops) how bad jake sim wants the first time he cums with you to be deep inside you. so much so that he might develop a kink of getting you knocked up (nope you're too young for that!)

he takes his pants off in a snap, practically ripping his boxers along with it, grabbing his rock hard dick, throbbing and red at the tip and trusting into his fist a couple of times. breathing heavy at the way you watch him with your lips between your teeth. he wonders how good it'd feel to watch you touch yourself while he does the same, cumming together with your eyes locked. but he probably doesn't have that kind of self control to just watch you touch yourself, when he can do it himself?

he taps his tip against your clit for a hot minute sliding it along your folds in a strained groan. you're so embarrassing wet, it's like jake could shove himself inside immediately and your you'd hardly feel pain for a while. however, holding back his desires, he pushes into you slowly, holding your body close and stroking your back soothingly,”let me know when i can move,” a tender kiss at your forehead, trying to make sure you know you have the say it in.

jake groans as you give him the go seconds later,”mhmmm candy⁠— baby,” moaning soft and lustful as he pulls out till the tip and thrusts all the way in. your insides feel so warm and gummy, walls clenching around him crazy tight. he thinks he'll lose his mind and end up cumming embarrassingly fast like a teen getting pussy for the first time. the way he feels the pleasure throb in his veins so intense all over his body, it's almost numbing.

your hands loop around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he pounds into you rough, his pace hard and fast pushing all his body weight against you.

“don't think i can ever get enough of you,”

the sight of the thin straps of your dress slipped to the sides, tits almost spilling out of the front gets jake going, fueling him to grab at you anywhere and everywhere his hands can possibly go,”tell me im dreaming fuckkk— i've wanted you for so long, can't count the number of times i've jerked off to the thought of having you like this, so pretty and dumb under me,” all those evenings when you roamed around the unit in the shortest shorts and the smallest crops, driving him mad shit insane, having to sneak off into the bathroom multiple times. fisting his cock hard, groaning and biting back his moans as he got off to the thought of you, while you sat all unaware and innocent on the other side of the wall.

he stops abruptly, pulling out in a frenzy and turning you around on your heels and pushing you by the back of your neck to lay against the cool granite. one hand going down to grab at your thigh and hook it up on the counter, drooling at the way your pussy glistens from the angle. he shoves his dick back in without a warning, feeling your ass collide against him harsh yet fervid.

you both pant in rasps when his cock hits a sensitive spot inside you. he shifts to angle himself just right to repeatedly brush against that spot and you mewl out loud at that, so loud your neighbours probably know what you're up to.

“fuck i can't stand not seeing your cute face,” jake bends over to grab you by your throat, pulling you up and flush against him, head resting back at his shoulders as he forces to look at him, fingers gripping your jaw softly,”eyes on me, okay baby?” grunting from deep within his chest, a wild grin on his face as he watches you get lost in ecstasy,”i’ll get you addicted to my cock,” just like how addicted he already is with your pussy and everything about you.

his other hand reaches up to tug the front of your dress down, groping up one of your tits, a silk touch to see your reaction. loving the way it's so obvious how sensitive you are there. mouth parting open with you in sensuous gasps as he twists your nipple harshly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. your walls clench a little too hard and your back arches off as you push your hips back into him, the tell tale signs of you getting close,”my baby's gonna cum for me?”

holding your jaw to have your eyes trained on him, he unexpectedly inserts his thumb in your mouth pressing against your wet tongue, your red swollen lips too tempting to resist,“fuck yes, show me how pretty you cum,” you mumble out a series of incoherent words in hazy chant.

the hand on your breast slips down to your lower abdomen pressing rashly against his bulge, feeling faint movement of his cock deep inside you. fuck you're so small and delicate. his hold on you tightening as his calloused fingers find your neglected bud, rolling it in quick, tight circles. it's so painful yet you feel so good, tears wailing down your cheeks as your orgasm crashes hard, overwhelming and violent, thighs trembling and pussy clenching uncontrollably. jake's continues to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high. eyes fluttering shut, and swallowing thickly at the sensation of you creaking over his sensitive length, cock throbbing impossibly hard.

jake refuses to stop even after you have come down,”one more candy, i know you can do one more for me,” hips hammering into you at full force, and lips finding yours in ragged breaths. and it dawns on you what exactly you have gotten yourself into when you feel the two of his fingers protruding at your entrance, trying to push in beside his cock,“if you try to close your legs i'm gonna punish you,” he warns making you whine into his mouth.

in a flash he turns your body to face his, quickly shoving his cock and fingers back into you. his other hand spanking the skin of your ass and kneading it a soft caress after. he eyes hypnotized at the view of you taking him in, a white ring of your cum adorning the base of his cock. he spits at your clit, once again toying with the engorged bud, pinching and flicking,”“gonna make you cum until you pass out, fuck i really wanna do that⁠—” your hand darts out to grip at jake's wrist, feeling too overwhelmed with hypersensitivity. wanting to shy away but the pleasure’s so good you can't bring yourself to push him away.

“but it's your first time,” jake mumbles between hoarse grunts.

before you can even realize it yourself your third orgasm courses through you vehemently. body jerking and twitching, almost falling over if not for jake's hold. jets of cum gushing out as you moan loud.

feeling you spill down his cock, all warm and tight, his brutal rhythm falters,”fuck- ‘m gonna cum,” eyes locking with yours as he thrusts once, twice and then stills, burying himself deep, streams of cum shooting out. hot spurt after spurt, swollen cock twitching against your walls. goosebumps all over, his legs quiver from how hard he came.

he stays quiet and motionless for a while, his arms wrapped around your shaking body. breathing in the scent of your shampoo, trying to calm his pounding heart and cock.

“you good candy? i’m sorry, i think i went a little rough on you,” you nuzzle into him in quiet,’its okay’ as he strokes your head, leaving fluttering kisses over your face. picking you up by the thighs he brings you to your bed, laying you down and gently pulling out. groaning at the way all your mixed cum oozes out, pretty little hole clenching around nothing.

exhausted, you let your mind drift, feeling the drowsiness kick in while jake bends between your legs with a wet towel. whining wearily, when his lips wrap around your nub in a suck, the wet sensation of his tongue against your clit like a shot of electricity,”sorry, baby just had to do that once,” he knew he didn't just call you candy for nothing and he was right. grining sheepishly as he wipes the rest of the cum off, cleaning you all up.

“you're nasty,” you manage to whisper out.

“only for you,” the touch of his body is hot and comforting, arms around your waist cuddling closely(and half naked).

“let's shower together in the morning, wanna eat you out so-”

“jake!”

“what? it's the truth!”

the following around four in the afternoon before jake has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach him on the couch, as always re-watching an episode of vincenzo. you haven't talked much about labels, but it's known to everyone that you're sorta together. more like jake is taken by you. his friends weren't too surprised to know about you both, it was obvious jake had the hots for you and from the little hangout at the restaurant they figured it all worked out for him.

“incoming, pocky!” you sit beside him with a banana flavored pocky stick between your teeth, leaning in teasingly.

“oh you want me so bad,” he plays along inch closer and biting it off in a snap, lips barely brushing against yours.

pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed into his chest, he locks you in place, chuckling at the way you attempt to escape. his fingers twirling the ends of your hair as you surrender in seconds, switching to watching the show absent-mindedly,”my parents wanted to meet you,” he drops the bomb, tracing random letters on your skin to distract of the fact that he just mention a meeting with parents.

“as my roommate, actually,” quickly adding the important point, fingers poking at your cheeks like jello.

“so suddenly though?” you think back on all the things you have ever done to him, for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl who’s indulging their son’s already unpleasant habits.

“they’ve actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, i was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and i have no more excuses to give,” hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically devoured a whole at lunch. “if you don’t want to then you don’t have to, i’ll talk to them,” he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.

“no it’s okay, we can go meet them. how long will the drive be?” fumbling with his red knuckles, your mind wanders off to when he fingered you, growing hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. hardly listening in on his answers.

when jake leaves for his soccer practice, you find time to complete the trivial chores around the house. watering the plants with a pout, missing jake more than ever. you have completely different majors and you are not in any clubs either to stay after classes. the only time you spend together being the one at the apartment which is also cut down by his frequent practice sessions, sometimes in the morning during weekends and normally most evenings on weekdays. it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying. but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.

it takes you two whole weeks and a bunch of outfit checks to find yourself on your way to meet jake's parents. feeling almost weird and exhilarating at how his parents and his older brother welcome you. treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is. appearing more as a meeting with in-laws when you jake and you are not even official yet, more so they have no idea of what's going between you two.

they try their best to make you feel at home. during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, coddling you just as jake does back at your unit. they talk to you about casual things including your likes and dislikes, what major you are in, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesn’t feel as awkward as you as thought it would and you didn't have to put on any act as you prepared yourself to do.

in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got it all from. the sweet person he is, which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didn’t even have an ounce of hope that he’ll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct. yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy you’ve ever come around in your life ( and the nastiest perhaps, )

when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to share his thoughts,“you know until i heard him call you candy a while ago, i was under the impression that 'candy’,” he quotes it specially with a movement of his fingers,“is supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after i saw the contact name showing up when he got a call the last time he was here,” giving you a sly look as he catches sight of jake approaching,“turns out it’s you, i never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,”

before you leave in the evening, jake makes sure to let them know that you’re toegther, and that he’s not playing around this time. he’s willing to give effort into it and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you.

on your way there you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations. even prepared yourself to hear things that’ll stick to you not so positively. but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what you had internally composed yourself for. it’s all you can think of in the car and after you’re back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.

cheerleader, not a bad idea—

“oh my god candy, you're gonna be the death of me!” jake pulls you away, dragging you to the back of the bleachers, his cock already rock hard and throbbing with need.

“don't you like it? i thought cheerleaders dressed like this,” you pout at him, fiddling with the ends of the literally shortest skirt of your closet.

“i love it baby, but you can't just show up to practice like that, how am i gonna be able to concentrate when all i can think of you is fucking you,” he groans scanning over your figure again and again, it's like you brought out a hidden desire he didn't even know he had. he'd win every game for you if you were to cheer by the stands like this, the adrenaline of getting to ruin your perfect outfit and your perfect makeup after, putting him on a winning streak.

“teach me to suck you off,” jake loses his mind when you get down on your knees, pushing your hair out of the way and looking up at him through your lashes, doe eyes driving him crazy.

“shit baby, i will,” oh he's so going to corrupt you.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Pairing: Yandere!Alastor x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 2'627

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, Implied forced relationship, Implied captivity, Toxic relationship, Possessiveness, Invasion of personal space, Non-consensual touching.

Additional Notes: Do be kind, I have not written for this man before and find him exceedingly difficult.

Every week at the Hotel, there was something new Charlie had planned.

Trust exercises. Ice breakers. Activities meant to bring everybody closer together as a group. To try and get people to open up and show a side of vulnerability that - she believed - would help sinners take one step closer to salvation.

Most of them were awkward, and a lot of them never went as planned. A fact she realized and, after a near mental breakdown, had her promptly take advice from Vaggie and agree to try something different.

The task was very simple compared to the previous activities. She requested everybody to think about redemption and what it meant to them.

Thinking about the definition itself took little to no effort.

Redemption (noun): The action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.

But it was clear that Charlie wanted more than just a quote from the dictionary. She wanted residents of the Hotel to mull over it while looking deep down into themselves so they could share their stance on the matter later on.

That was the tricky part.

From how you saw it, “saving yourself” from sin was easy enough to accomplish. ‘Just don’t be a dick and avoid the bad shit.’ was the first thought that came to mind, but where you hit a snag was based on what Charlie had shared about Heaven. According to her, even so much as breathing in Hell was enough to solidify your place in the inferno, yet she made it clear that actively resisting sin wasn’t something to go unrecognized.

It took a lot of effort, energy, and courage to do so, and it was hard to disagree even if Heaven didn’t see it that way.

Error was a bit harder. In your opinion, nobody could be saved from that, at least not entirely. Eventually, inevitably, you or someone else would do something wrong, it was just a matter of degree. It could be something as minor as bumping into somebody by accident or as major as Angel relapsing for what felt like the hundredth time, but it would happen and it was only a matter of time.

Charlie did bring up a rather good point, though. Apologizing when you realized you had done something wrong was the best thing someone could do, and it was the first step in the right direction.

You had to give her credit where it was due for that.

But evil was a different matter entirely.

Evil lurked everywhere in Hell. Across every street, around every corner, evil was out in the open for everyone to bear witness and see. None of it was hidden. None of it was meant to be hidden.

What would be the point? You and every other sinner were already in Hell - and many would argue that hiding it would be counterintuitive to being there in the first place.

Charlie tried to plead the case that everyone had good in them. A good that could be tweezed out if given the right chance, and the right environment, which the Hotel was perfect for.

You wish you could agree.

Evil was in the hotel itself, not that Charlie was fully willing to see it.

You believed she was careless there. Little Miss Bleeding Heart wanted to see the best in people, and by god did you ever want to know what it was like to see through such rose-tinted glasses, but you knew you never could. Not in this place.

Stepping a foot into the building was the worst thing you’d ever done because it showed you just how wrong you were about evil being so out in the open. It still had the ability to lurk, something you learned the moment you shook hands with Alastor.

You could see it on his face upon meeting him for the first time - the way Alastor’s perpetual grin widened upon seeing the goosebumps that lined your arms when he clasped your hand in his. No comment was ever made on the matter, but the way his lips peeled back to reveal the black of his gums before he pressed a brief kiss to your knuckles said enough.

Something utterly sinister reeked from him in a manner you couldn’t describe, so you took your own advice and applied the same thing you did when it came to sin.

Avoidance. As much as you could, at least.

Some moments were easier than others. The distinct metallic clack of Alastor’s microphone against the floor combined with a surge of radio static usually bought enough time for you to make whatever excuse you needed in order to leave before he arrived.

Other times you weren’t so lucky, and Charlie’s group meetings were usually to blame in that regard.

At first, you made a great deal of effort to put as much distance between yourself and the Radio Demon as you could, which worked for a time. Unfortunately, Alastor caught onto what you were doing much faster than you would’ve liked.

He reveled in it. You knew he did. After a while you had the gnawing suspicion he was purposefully going out of his way to make you as uncomfortable as possible for his own entertainment. You saw no other reason as to why he’d consistently move so close to you that you could literally feel him breathing down your neck.

Lately, he had adopted the skin-crawling habit of locking eyes with you the moment you stepped foot in the room and patting the seat beside him - reserved specifically for you. Accepting the gesture felt like swallowing nails, but being openly rude to Alastor was something that you knew better than to do.

Instead, you began to find excuses for skipping the meetings entirely and have Angel or Husker fill you in later, which was exactly what you were doing now.

“To be honest I wasn’t payin’ much attention,” Angel said while he scrolled through his phone, resting his chin in his upper left hand while his lower right swirled alcohol around in a glass. “Was the kind of thing that could’ve been sent in an email.”

You traced your finger around the rim of your own glass, its contents untouched. “Still, I want to know what I missed.”

“He’s right, it wasn’t anything special,” Husker replied, slinging a cloth over his shoulder from behind the bar. “Same old bullshit about salvation with a new coat of paint on top.”

A pang went through your chest, but you pushed it down. “So nothing new?”

Angel scoffed and looked up from his phone. “Trust me, dollface, you did yourself a favor.” He downed the rest of his drink in one go. “What were you doing anyways?”

“You know…” You replied with a shrug, glancing down. “I went out.”

Angel smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Out?”

“Yeah.” You tapped your nails against the edge of the glass. “Things were feeling a little claustrophobic, so I went out for some air.”

Husker made a noise in the back of his throat. “Yeah, I know how you feel, kid. This place is a mess.”

Angel tilted his head, placing his phone down on the bar and leaning forward a bit. “So where’d you go? Anywhere fun?”

“Where indeed~.”

All your movements went rigid. After a few seconds, you slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder to see Alastor standing barely a foot away from you, staring down at you with a tight, closed-lipped smile. You hadn’t heard him coming in the slightest, which you immediately could tell was intentional.

Whether he’d used his shadow or had actually stalked up behind you wasn’t something you wanted to think about, and if Angel or Husker picked up on the immediate tension, neither of them said anything about it.

“Hey, Smiles.” Angel greeted with his usual flirtation, placing the elbows of his upper arms on the bartop as he turned to face Alastor. “Fancy a drink? You look a little stiff” He gave Alastor a very long once over, “and I’ll have you know I know a few ways I can help relieve some… tension.” 

Alastor’s lips curled back to reveal his teeth, the muscle in his cheek spasming for a moment.

Mentally you were kissing Angel on the cheek for the save as you slowly picked your coat up off the bar and slipped it on, concealing the goosebumps already present on your skin. Husker gave you a glance from the side and gave a very slight shake of his head, silently advising you against your unspoken desire to leave.

“I assure you, such a thing is never going to happen.~”

“You sure?” Angel rested his lower right arm on his hip. “I have a few tricks that can loosen you up.”

The leather in Alastor’s gloves audibly squeaked as his grip tightened around the staff of his microphone and his attention immediately shifted back to you, ignoring Angel entirely.

“My dear,” His voice dripped with such a saccharine sweetness it made you feel sick, “Could I speak with you for a moment?”

Fewer combinations of words could instill such a unique feeling of encroaching dread all at once, but you refused to let it show as you nodded and turned your body on the bar stool to face him fully; waiting for him to say the first word.

His eye twitched ever so slightly.

“Privately.”

That made you swallow.

“Sure.” You slid off the bar stool, doing your best not to appear as reluctant as you felt.

“Lovely.~” He said, promptly turning on his heel and walking towards the staircase - expecting you to follow.

You glanced back towards Husker and Angel, each giving you looks of grim sympathy and confusion respectively before you took a deep breath and forced one foot in front of the other, following Alastor up the steps.

You thought he would talk along the way. Engage in some form of idle chit-chat where he’d be pulling the strings, or even hum along to the countless jazz tunes that he played in the halls over the Hotel’s sound system.

But no such music played and he remained silent. A few minutes into the walk you gathered enough courage to glance up at him and found his eyes locked straight forward, not even sparing you so much as a glance.

You averted your gaze, the hem of your sleeves suddenly the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen.

Eventually, he came to a stop, and he held out the end of his microphone to prevent you from going any further down the hallway.

“Here we are!” Rather than producing a key from his coat, a green flash emanated from the lock when he placed his hand on the handle and opened the door.

He all but leered at you as he gave a small bow that didn’t feel genuine in the slightest.

“After you.~”

Like the alleged gentleman he was, Alastor held the door open for you, eyes never leaving your form as you walked inside his suite.

The smell of dampness and soil hit you immediately.

Alastor’s suite wasn’t the worst thing you’d seen in Hell by a mile, however, it was still eerie beyond words. The skeletons that hung along the walls and mantlepiece of his fireplace became less complete and increasingly disorganized as they led further into the room - which itself gave way to a swamp-like environment halfway through. Undoubtedly a result of whatever hoodoo, voodoo bullshit he was capable of, and while it still wasn’t the worst you’d seen, it served its purpose thoroughly.

It creeped the shit out of you.

“Now, then.” Alastor clicked the door shut, his body half-facing yours as his hand still lingered on the doorknob. “I'm sure you have a good explanation for what you’ve been doing.~”

The immediate dryness in your throat was hard to ignore. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew that he knew, but you still attempted to buy some time as you tried to figure out what to do.

You cleared your throat. “I was just catching up with Angel and Husk-”

He chuckled, the sound like that of a radio shifting stations. “Don’t be coy.” His head turned towards you with a sickening, ossified crackle that bent his neck in a manner that made your stomach lurch. “You’ve been avoiding me, and I’d like to know why.”

Fuck.

“I haven’t.” Lying to Alastor was a mistake, but you still decided to risk it since it wasn’t entirely false. ���There’s just been a lot on my mind recently.”

“Hmm.” Interest and something much worse flickered behind his eyes as he faced you fully with another crack of his vertebrae. “Such as~?”

You shook your head, looking away from him. “That’s private.”

There was a quick flash of red, and the tip of his microphone turned your face back towards him - the cool metal of the edge digging into the skin of your cheek. You had to bite back a grimace.

“Not when it concerns me.” His tone was sharp, a stark contrast to the faux politeness he was putting on before. He kept the tip of his microphone where it was to prevent your eyes from looking anywhere but him. “And trust me darling, when it comes to you, everything concerns me.”

His words twisted in your gut. “...I’m not sure what you mean.”

Alastor tutted, his smile widening once more. “Don’t be stupid, darling, it’s unbecoming of you.” The way he said it was patronizing, like he was scolding a child. “You know precisely what I mean, so I’m going to ask again, as much as I hate repeating myself.~”

Cool metal was replaced with the warmth of his hand as he tilted your head up and brought his face frighteningly close to yours.

“Why are you keeping yourself from me?”

It was an odd sensation. Being backed into a corner, both metaphorically and physically. A frightening one that all but yanked on your instincts to do whatever it meant to get the fuck out of there, but you knew that was the worst thing you could do.

Alastor was a predator, a creature designed to prey on those he deemed weaker, and turning your back on a predator would almost certainly trigger a series of events that would not bode well for you.

So you did the next worst thing.

You told him the truth.

“Because I can see you.” The words felt wrong to say out loud. “I can see you for what you are, I can feel the absolute malevolence that radiates off you in waves, and it’s suffocating.”

Saying any more was a horrendous idea, but you couldn’t help but add one last thing.

“And if I want any chance at leaving this god-forsaken place, I can’t be around you.”

The silence that stretched on afterward was deafening.

Mentally, you were bracing yourself. Alastor had killed people for far less, and you expected nothing different for saying something so daring to his face.

You could see it too, the anger that simmered underneath his gaze. You expected the red of his sclera to flash black and his antlers to extend with his body in a grotesque display before you were ripped to pieces while he laughed.

What you didn’t expect was for his eyes to narrow into slits and his expression shift into one that was far more genuine than you wanted it to be, and it was then you knew that being saved from this kind of evil was never going to happen.

“Oh, my dear, you don’t need to worry about something silly like that.” Alastor all but cooed.

“After all, what makes you think I’d ever let you leave?~”

© absolute-flaming-trash 2024. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

[esamastation]

Shizuroth, aka, SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun, aka, sgsss... Part twenty-eight

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven,

Warning for vomiting in this one.

-

Sephiroth can barely keep to his feet as Angeal walks him to the elevator. Angeal has never seen him like this, and it worries him. It doesn't seem normal, even in terms of usual SOLDIER side effects. He itches to ask what did Hojo do to the man… but this is not the time.

He'd never been so aware of the fact that Sephiroth is younger than him and Genesis. He never looks or acts like it, if anything, he acts older than he is. Usually.

The SOLDIER milling about in the hallway part for them, but not happily - and Angeal is also aware what it must look like from their perspective. In order to hide the fact that Sephiroth can't keep his balance, Angeal has to keep a pretty firm grip on his right arm - and he's carrying Masamune for Sephiroth too. It must look like he has his fellow First somehow detained.

"At ease," Angeal tells them, and it puts precisely none of them at ease.

"Um, sir," one of them says. "Where are you, uh… assigned? Next?" He's looking at Sephiroth.

If Angeal didn't already suspect that Sephiroth attacked none of them, this would've put an end to that fear. Though Sephiroth is considered an intimidating figure, none of these men look at all scared of him. If anything, they look scared for him.

Sephiroth clears his throat, his arm in Angeal's grip tensing. "I'm headed to Wutai," he says then. "Apparently."

A reaction runs through the SOLDIERs, and some of them exchange pointed looks. Some look worried, hesitant - others look determined.

"Good luck, sir," one of them says bravely.

"We'll meet you there," another says, more bold than brave.

Sephiroth looks at the speaker and then lets out a quiet, "Hmph," and reaches out to pat the man's hair with his free hand. "I'll be waiting."

Angeal arches his brows, and SOLDIER Third Class being petted gapes in shock. Sephiroth chuckles and gives the man's hair a little ruffle before his hand falls.

Sephiroth… must still be out of it. They better take the short way to the airport.

"Come on," Angeal says, clearing his throat loudly. "We're going to be late."

Sephiroth hums, and with the SOLDIERs around them throwing little farewells and good luck wishes, Angeal drags his fellow First to the elevator, hitting up. They'd have to get through the office floors on foot, but thankfully the stairwell is relatively private. Much less so than the lobby. Hopefully they wouldn't see anyone.

"Sephiroth," Angeal says, adjusting his hold on Sephiroth's right elbow while the man sways against him. "What happened?"

"Mn," Sephiroth hums, hanging his head. "Before or after I destroyed the training room?"

"Ah, before?"

Sephiroth is quiet for a moment. "I trained. I - tried to - hmm," he stops, looking unhappy. "I was trying to work through something. And I was interrupted. It… threw me off."

"Badly enough that you tried to kill Professor Hojo?"

Sephiroth blinks and lifts his head. It looks like it takes effort. "I tried to kill Hojo?"

"That's what they told me."

"Oh. That was him? I don't - I wasn't thinking clearly," Sephiroth mutters and runs his free hand down his face. "What a way to empathise with Liu-shidi."

"Who?"

"... No one," Sephiroth sighs and lets his head hang again. "Ah, I feel like shit."

Angeal hums sympathetically. "You look like it too. When was the last time you drank something?"

"Depends on what time it is?" Sephiroth groans and Angeal tells him. "Ah. Then it was five hours ago."

And Sephiroth had been exercising, then had a breakdown and has been doing who knows what. "We'll get you an energy drink before we set off," Angeal promises and gives him a look. "You know, you don't usually train in the virtual training room. Not unless Genesis drags you, and even then it had better be late."

Sephiroth snorts. "I wonder why," he mutters and then lets out a little urp noise and clasps his left hand over his mouth. He looks very pale, and there are beads of sweat on his temple.

"Hang on, we're almost there," Angeal says urgently and looks up at the floor numbers scrolling by. "Just a few more -"

Just as he says it, the elevator comes to a halt - on floor 66. The upper science floor.

Angeal feels a terrible sense of foreboding as the door opens - and Professor Hojo stands beyond it, flanked by two infantry troopers and shadowed by four laboratory technicians.

"Ah, Sephiroth," the professor says, hand on the elevator button, sounding somewhere between smug and pissed off. "There you are."

"Professor," Angeal says, wary, wondering if this is what the Turk meant. "Apologies - we're on our way to assignment -"

"You have arrived, congratulations," Hojo says impatiently. "Come right this way - laboratory one."

"I'm afraid we have orders, professor, it's important -"

"There is nothing more important than science!" Hojo says sharply. "Now come along. There are tests we need to run, and the more time we waste the more invaluable data we lose!"

Angeal hesitates. Hojo is a department head. Lazard is just a Director of a sub-department - Hojo's orders trump his. And - and is Angeal really supposed to fight other company employees? That's - that's treason. Shinra has its issues, of course, but…

Hojo doesn't wait for him to make his decision - the Professor steps up and grabs Sephiroth's wrist. "Come along, boy, it's time for -"

It's like the world slows down.

Angeal has a grip on Sephiroth's right elbow, holding him up. Hojo has his left wrist and is pulling. Normally it wouldn't be strong enough to even bother Sephiroth. Normally a man of Hojo's slim build wouldn't be an issue. But these aren't normal conditions.

Another tug, and Sephiroth might fall, stumble, anything. Another tug, and they'll find out how weak Sephiroth currently is. Another tug, and Angeal would have to make a choice between following orders… or getting his friend out of there.

Hojo pulls violently, Angeal braces himself - and then Sephiroth throws up on Hojo. 

He throws up a lot.

He throws up mostly blood.

The aftermath is unspeakably gruesome.

"Oh, that is so much better," Sephiroth sighs, easily tugging his wrist from Hojo's loose grip and wiping the back of it against his lips. "Pardon me, professor. Bad blood, you know, had to come out sooner or later."

Hojo just stands there, stunned, covered in blood. Angeal looks between them in horrified amazement as Sephiroth stands up under his own power again. The infantry troopers have actually backed away a step in apparent horror. The technicians look like they want to run away.

There's an audible dripping sound.

Sephiroth clears his throat, looks away, and then reaches to press up on the elevator key pad.

The elevator doors slowly close on Hojo's blood-soaked visage with a sad little squeak.

-

.... Yeah I have no excuses except that I thought it was funny, heh.

[hystericstar]

maybe a headcanon or two for each link + sidon and how they do aftercare? I know it's not explicit but is still nsfw related, right? ;w;

Yeah, in my book it is! Just very soft :)

! MDNI !

𐂅 Twilight princess link 𐂅

9/10 times you’re gonna end up really sore, so he remedies that for you by giving the best massages you’ve ever had

Rough, calloused hands rubbing your back was something you never knew you needed till now

has a whole conversation with you

asking about your day, if you felt okay, etc.

goes into golden retriever mode as if you don’t limp when you walk

“ I couldn’t be happier your day went well darlin’. As for me, just your smile makes me forget anything else even exists.”

༆ Skyward sword link ༆

bath time!!!

Carries you to the bathroom and has you sit in the warm water while he changes the soiled bedsheets

he joins you when he’s done and y’all bathe together

his favorite thing is to brush your hair while humming

your’e always out like a light within minutes

idk why I just feel like he has the voice of an angel

“ Are you comfy enough? Let me know if I pull too hard on your hair, okay? Is there anything in particular you want me to sing for you dove?”

ᘏ Botw/Totk link ᘎ

Cleans you up, leaves, and then comes back with a tray full of munchies

you guys spend like half an hour praising each other

and then another half is just you happily listening to him tell stories of his chaotic adventures

a tickle fight may or may not be involved

“no matter how hard the battle was, it’d do it all again if it meant I’d get to have you look in my direction.”

𝄞 Ocarina of time link 𝄞

Gently holds you and takes a moment to just press his forehead against yours, admiring every aspect of you

starts gently making out with you cause he just loves you so much he physically can’t contain it

he’ll hold you for as long as you let him, face buried in your neck the whole time

holds your hand too cause he’s soft and if you disagree then you’re wrong

“you are my sun, sky, and earth. I am nothing without you.”

➳ Hyrule warriors link ➳

“I want you to breathe in and out for me, kay?”

bro performs a whole wellness check

“ I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

”thank you for allowing me the honor to pleasure you m’lady.”

don’t ask me why but I feel like he calls you that

actually it’s cannon Zelda just told me herself

anyways-

gentlemanly but can’t help tease you for that blissed out look in your eye

teaches you stretches to ease any kind of pain and exercises to help you catch your breath

ᖫ The fierce deity ᖭ

Asks you if you enjoyed it

wants to know if you did or didn’t like anything he did in particular

after all, he vowed he would serve you the moment he laid eyes on you

what kind of deity would he be if he couldn’t make his darling little human feel good?

“ I will do everything in my power to grant your every wish. I’d forge you jewelry made of the stars should you say the word.”

🜲 Sidon 🜲

Yk how I said twi would have golden retriever energy after?

yeah, scratch that

he is nothing compared to fish man

immediately sprints outside to get you some fresh zora spring water

don’t worry, he purified it like 5 times so that water is clean

you swear you can almost see the fin on his head wagging-

“are you hungry? Comfortable? Cold?”

eventually, he asks if you want to go for a swim

takes you to a private pond and lets ride on his back, or, if you’d prefer, you lay on his chest while he just floats along.

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

done 😩

it was so fun adding in little text lines for them. Writing lines for characters is so fun istg

thank you for requesting!

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Fourth Day Routine! The Methods Of Trafalgar Law

Chapter Warnings: Mild Violence, Sexual Themes

"Right leg. Right arm. Left arm."

Whap!

"Ow!"

"Not good enough," Law tsked, circling back to face Lana on deck. "Left arm."

"It's on there!" she insisted through grit teeth. She was dripping sweat even though the routine Law had built for her over the past week didn't require her to move. She stood before him with her arms extended at her sides and her stance wide. The pose felt unstable as she shifted her haki from one limb to the next on Law's command. She'd been fighting against the ingrained urge to balance her weight and steady her posture for nearly an hour now.

In response to her claim, Law swiftly brought his sheathed sword down on her left arm for a second time.

Whap!

"OW!"

"If it hurts, it's not good enough," Law informed her. "More!"

Lana breathed and pushed the energy that constituted her armament haki, willing it to accumulate where Law demanded it.

"Good. That's good," he commended her. "That's a full set. You're done."

She heaved a sigh of relief and laid herself out on her back on deck while Law started to drift away.

"Rest up. I'll meet you back here after dinner," he told her in parting. Mornings, he guided her armament training. After nightfall, they wrestled mentally in an exercise that Law insisted was just as crucial as armament or observation, even if it didn't necessarily fall neatly under either umbrella.

"What exactly is it you do all day anyway?" Lana asked curiously, eyes following him as he headed for the ship's interior. She knew he often spent long stretches of time deep in conversation with Robin, but otherwise, the man was rather mysterious.

"You know, I try to get some time alone to think and plan," Law mused grumpily. "But it feels like what I mostly do is deal with a never-ending parade of distractions and tomfoolery, courtesy of your crewmates. Especially your captain."

"Yeah, once Luffy takes a liking to you, he can be pretty... well, I remember when he found out I could pick locks," Lana recalled. "It was weeks before he stopped bringing me boxes and chains to open for him."

She smiled fondly at the memory.

"That does sound like Luffy," Law sighed wearily.

He took his leave, disappearing to seek peace on the Thousand Sunny. On any given day, tranquility could be an elusive beast on the vessel of the straw hat pirates. Lana silently wished her mentor the best of luck on his solitary hunt. She sighed and sank further into the plush grass, savoring the cool ocean breeze. The sun was too hot today, but the occasional cloud drifted by, wispy and white as frothy sea foam. Lana savored the moments of shade, closing her eyes while she recovered from the training session.

'I'm being stalked.'

The corners of Lana's mouth crept up in a smile as she realized Zoro was nearby. He was trying to suppress his presence and he likely would have succeeded if his mark had been any less familiar with his aura, less attuned to his energy.

'Closer... closer... so quiet. He'll pounce.'

Lana chose to let the scenario she foresaw play out. Rather than lay still complacently, she stretched lazily, extending her hands high above her head an instant before Zoro's weight crushed her against the deck and his fingers caged her wrists.

"Gotcha," he breathed victoriously in her ear, the low declaration dripping with satisfaction.

"You got me," she sighed, her smile widening as she slowly opened her eyes to catch his gaze. His triumphant grin faltered a little as her intent betrayed no trace of alarm. The realization that he hadn't startled her at all was quickly followed by the conclusion that she must have known he was coming.

"Aw, what gave me away?" he all but whined.

"Nothing," Lana assured him, leaning up to press her lips to his softly, briefly. "I have an unfair advantage that no one else you ever fight will have."

"What is it?" he persisted, adorably bothered by the idea that he had a weakness he didn't know about.

"I love you," Lana said simply.

"Oh. And that gives you an advantage?" Zoro asked dubiously, even as he returned her smile.

"Of course it does."

"I guess that's not a problem. Since I love you too, it stands to reason I should have an equivalent advantage," Zoro reasoned. Lana giggled a little at his logic as he relaxed atop her and their fingers played absently together over their heads.

"Still wrapped up like a gift, I see," Zoro observed, tugging lightly at the bandages still snaking down Lana's arms.

"Mm, I'm surrounded by doctors threatening to beat me up if I take them off too soon," Lana explained, tone overflowing with humor at the ironic predicament.

"Two doctors on the ship is too many," Zoro grumbled in agreement. "You really don't feel good enough to tear these bandages off yet?"

"They're not hurting anything," Lana sighed. "Anyway, I've found other ways to train without exerting myself. If anything, the splints are improving my routines."

"Oh yeah? Care to elaborate?"

"Aside from Law's haki exercises? I've been taking walks around deck carrying Anyorith's tips bare-handed," Lana informed him.

"Huh. Is it getting... easier?" Zoro asked.

"Not yet. I guess the walks are more of an experiment than a training exercise at this point," Lana admitted. "But it's not like I have anything better to do, so..."

"Nothing at all?" Zoro prompted, eyebrows shooting up as his chin dug into her chest and his hands wandered.

"Nothing my liquefied insides can handle," Lana clarified with amusement sparkling behind the words.

"Traffy's too creative with his diagnoses," Zoro complained. "You're fine. Do you feel like you're not fine?"

"I feel pretty good," she agreed.

"Then let's get you unwrapped," Zoro urged, lips nipping at the curve of her neck as his hands found her waist and her fingers sank into his hair. "I miss your skin."

"You're an awful influence," Lana tsked severely, even as she pressed into his touch with unrestrained eagerness.

"I'm the best influence," he countered.

"I'm gonna give it a few more days," she sighed, melancholic at her own resolution. "The doctors want a month or two... I can at least give them a full week. That oughta keep them off my ass."

"Who cares," Zoro groaned as he was forced to end his trail of kisses at her collarbone, where Chopper's tightly wound bandages began.

"I care. A little," Lana allowed. "Chopper means well. It's frustrating, but I also don't want to let him down. Not too hard, anyway."

"You know what's really frustrating?" Zoro persisted.

"I bet I already know," Lana chuckled as his teeth grazed her ear. "But go on..."

"It's frustrating how bad I want to lick my way down your body," Zoro grumbled at her ear, making her breath hitch at the lewd suggestion. "It's frustrating that I can't taste you the way I want... taste your salt, taste your sweet."

His left hand curved around to the inside of her thigh, stroking lightly as he pushed his way boldly between her legs.

"It's frustrating that I can't sink my teeth in right here," he lamented, grip tightening on her thigh briefly.

"Mm, you'd better ease up on the pillow talk, or I'll be even more frustrated than you," Lana warned him.

"Good," he purred, grinding his hips down against hers and savoring the sharp little gasp the action drew from her lips. "Why should I be the only one frustrated?"

"You're such a troll," Lana teased.

"Hey! Take it inside, you two!"

Nami's barking interrupted Zoro's escalating seduction. She snapped open a folding beach chair and settled down in her bathing suit to get some sun.

"What's the point of having our own cabins if I still have to deal with your constant PDA, huh?!" she griped loudly.

"You heard the boss," Zoro grinned, rising to his knees and tugging Lana's hand, urging her to follow him. "Inside?"

"Not now," Lana moaned, pulling in opposition, trying to make him come back to lounge atop her body. "I like the sun, I like the air... I'm tired from training. Take a nap with me."

"Tsh! Lazy bones," Zoro complained. Even so, he settled down obligingly. "But I guess a quick nap wouldn't hurt..."

"Hmph, as if you weren't gonna take one anyway," Lana teased, closing her eyes again contentedly.

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Dust and smoke smothered his lungs with every gasp a certain 14 year old boy took between lunging strides. Debris toppled from above, the metal structural beams had already begun to lose their shape and bend under the heat and instability caused from the blasts. A stray explosion took the young man nearly off his feet, but his golden eyes, so full of fear and determination, stayed focused at the end of the hall. He just had to reach her. He just had to get there. The entirety of his body screamed as he continued his haggard sprint through the collapsing building, his footsteps drowned by the sounds of concrete and metal groaning a warning of their inevitable crashdown.

The teen slammed his shoulder into the doorway leading to the main stage of the theater, where he saw her standing in the middle of the chaos, squared up, facing away from him. Her black curls were dusted gray and her dress had been torn enough to be noticed from how far away he was, but that didn't matter. Not while she was still alive and standing. With one last monumental burst of energy, the young man darted towards his mother, calling out to her.

The last words out of her mouth as he snagged the back of her dress was his name shouted in disbelief and terror as the ceiling collapsed over the top of them.

“CROWLEY—”

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The hero awoke with a start, flinging the covers off of himself in his rush to reach out and sit up. The images of the nightmare persisted, even as the coolness of the darkened bedroom settled down around him. He hadn't realized he'd been reaching out with his stump. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face, and he could feel it sticking uncomfortably to his shirt as he continued to huff and gasp.

Breathe. Just breathe. If you can't focus on anything else, just try to control your breathing— Advice that's easier said than done. Crowley shakily placed his hand onto his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried to slow down his PTSD induced panic. A part of him was grateful he was sleeping alone tonight so he wouldn't have woken one of his partners… But another piece of him wishes he wasn't the only one there to ground himself.

After a few more minutes of breathing exercises, the hero slips his face into his hand, closing his eyes and trying to connect with the quiet… Which was difficult when bits and pieces of his flashback kept darting across his mind, making him replay the memory over and over like when he was forced to sit and watch the news footage of the incident and report back what he did wrong in that crisis. You know. As part of hero training.

But that's a whole other can of worms to open at a different time… Because one detail of the attack still sticks out to him. Why in the world was June, his mother, standing there in the middle of the chaos like she was about to fight? Did she have her pistols drawn? Her fists up? The details blur every time he tries to think about it too hard…

“... Maybe… I should talk to my therapist about going into those memories again…” He muses out loud while pulling his knee up to his chest. Something has never felt right about the incident and maybe he's been repressing a key piece about it. If nothing else, seeking closure couldn't hurt right? And maybe with his therapist's magical recall, she can help him view the event from outside of his own experience in it. Besides, what's the worst that can happen? He has another breakdown in his office where he's inconsolable and it's really embarrassing for him later when he thinks about it in the shower? Pshhhh…

… Well… He won't know until his appointment on Thursday. Hopefully he doesn't chicken out over diving back into the day where his world was shattered.

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

I’m so glad to see y’all are okay 🥹🥹🥹

Also quick question if you don’t mind me asking, what is a wraith?

Virgil shakes Logan’s hands off, ignoring the lingering sting in his shoulders. 

“But I could do all that before I could do magic!”

“What are you talking about?” Logan sighs, exasperated, “You’re a sorcerer.”

“If I was caught doing magic growing up I would have been executed,” Virgil hisses pointedly, considering that Logan should already know this fun fact about his underground home, “Everyone can do the glow thing and summon shadows. That’s not magic! I didn’t have magic until two years ago.”

Virgil doesn’t mention Remus’s other accusations about ‘jumping too high’ and ‘falling too slow’ and running ‘too fast’ or ‘too far,’ because those are definitely natural. So what if he was outmatched in speed and agility in his regiment? Being agile isn’t magic, he just takes good care of his legs and exercises properly. It’s not his fault everyone else is so slow.

...Virgil doesn’t mention Remus’s other accusation about speaking with animals because he doesn’t want to think about that one.

“What is the definition of magic?” Logan asks, with the tone of a teacher quizzing a student who had fallen asleep at their desk. Virgil rolls his eyes,

“It’s the…” 

Well.

“..How should I know?!” He huffs, flipping his hood back up over his head and folding his arms to be completely covered under his cloak, like that will make him suddenly invisible to a man standing inches away.

Logan muffles a chuckle at his expense, then continues, “Magic is the ability possessed by some individuals to manipulate the ambient energies of the world to produce desired results in ways typically impossible by physical means, either through personal mental effort or in collaboration with the mental effort of an outside entity. At least, that’s the most widely accepted definition in the art.”

Logan reaches out, slowly, to lift Virgil’s hood as he speaks,

“Could another person — say, Patton — reasonably be expected to turn themselves into shadow at will though physical effort?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” Virgil grumbles, trying to imagining it. “Has he tried it?”

“I think we both know that it would be impossible. No offense to him, of course.”

“None taken.” Patton giggles from their left, updating Virgil on where he’s standing. Virgil wishes there weren’t so many people in their group who like to shuffle around in circles while he can’t see.

“In that case,” Logan retracts his hand, leaving Virgil to wonder what he did that for in the first place, “Did you never assume that the powers that be in your hometown simply decided what was ‘magic’ and what was not on a whim, in order to use that law as a pretense for execution?”

“Of course they did. They’re assholes.”

“So why are you so determined to call your magic something else? You believe what they said about your supposedly-not-magic abilities, but are aware they were lying to you. You realize that no one here will hurt you for having it, right?”

Virgil pauses for a moment, taking that in. He doesn’t exactly believe Logan that no one here will hurt him for having magic, but he is a little embarrassed to not have noticed that contradiction before. 

“You’ve been using magic your entire life. You’re just old enough now to be accessing more powerful spells.” Logan says with some finality, and Virgil can feel the way he’s smiling about it. 

“Hooray for me.” Virgil scoffs, dripping with sarcasm. It stings his throat a little, because of the damn faewild and its damn rules, but he’ll take it.

“Now, there is something to be said about how one of those spells you seem to be using purportedly no longer exists, but you’ve done that before.” Logan mumbles, “I would like to know what you mean about not having magic until two years ago.”

Before Virgil can even sweat about being asked such a question, Dee thankfully interrupts,

“The three of us were exploring some random cave system, and Virgil and Remus touched some radioactive rock,” Dee sighs, voice tinged with annoyance, but Virgil knows he’s more upset about the secret being out than the fact that it happened. “Since then, they’ve been having magical symptoms.”

Virgil can hear Roman’s affronted squawk to his left, “What symptoms?!”

“Oh my god, chill, I’m not hurt.” Remus sing-songs next to him, the sound of rustling fabric indicating that he’s started wrestling him again.

“—Pft! I wasn’t worried about you!”

“A tear in the Weave, perhaps?” Logan hums, “That would explain the wild magic. I would like to explore this place, eventually.”

“Too bad,” Dee chirps, and Virgil can practically hear the maliciously bemused smirk on his face, “None of us remember where we were. Unless you want to scour the entire mountain?”

“If I have the time.” Logan replies, completely seriously. Dee definitely didn’t like that answer, but Virgil can’t help but feel fond.

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If it’s not [REDACTED] material you plan on covering further on in Pieces, would you mind talking about why Hemlock is so jealous of Rosalie? It seems like every time she’s “on screen” she’s making some sort of jab at Rosie concerning either Astarion/Rosalie’s past relationship, or Astarion and Hemlocks (insinuated?) carnal activities, but hardly anyone ever comments on it. Like poor Hemmie practically spat the fact Astarion comes to her bed in Rosalie’s face during Chapter 12 in front of Shadowheart but no one acknowledges that she’s constantly trying to make Rose upset with this info. Is it just the power of the Ascendant that Hemlock is drawn to and makes her wish she was on Rosalie’s level (in Astarion’s eyes), or is it the bond between vampire and spawn that makes her act like this?

Hey anon! Thank you for the question! I'll try to answer you as best I can without spoilers :)

Firstly, the reason no one ever comments on Hemlock's behaviour or the buckwild things she says is because.... they all find it kind of cringe :') In my mind, by this point in the timeline, this party and Tav have encountered Gortash, Orin, Cazador, Raphael, Mizora, the Emperor's bullshit... not to mention any villains Rose encountered in her post game life, and in Avernus. They've had their fair share of villain speeches! They're used to it! They feel like water off a duck's back at this point! It's easier to simply not acknowledge it, than engage.

(Rose talks about the social energy it takes to interact with evil people in another fic I've written, she's just like "more than anything, it's exhausting to act like I value their opinions and pretend I care".)

Hemlock also thinks her and Rosalie are fighting over an Ascended Astarion... they're not. Rose doesn't want Ascended Astarion. So when Hemlock's like, "yeah, did I mention we fucked", Rose is just like "...and? you and every other person in that house. happy for you, i guess?" Like yes, it does sting a little in the sense that it shows how much Astarion has changed... but it's kind of missing the real mark? And most of Rose's friends know her well enough to know that, but especially Shadowheart, who walked round that awful dungeon with her.

That being said, Rose is more petty with Hemlock when they're alone and no one's there to judge her, but that's more because of the Feeblemind than anything.

As for Hemlock's motivations, it's unfortunately a mixture of all of the things you list above. Astarion's spawn are all people he recruited post-Ascendency, so all of them buy into his spiel to some extent. Hemlock, in particular, is a person who was already evil-aligned before she became a vampire. She was promised a lot of power and a position of supposed equals (where have we heard that before?) I do think, if she doesn't have feelings for Astarion, or may now have started to reach a point where some of the sheen of this hot, all-powerful vampire man has been tarnished, she does at least want the peak ascendency romance: the glamour, the debauchery, and the power that comes with it (she is, essentially, a Tav that picks all the pro-evil plan lines in the dialogue tree and means it).

Instead, she's forced to live a circumscribed and domesticated life, because of some girl she's never met, who Astarion waxes lyrical about whenever he has a free moment to pause for breath. In Chapter 13, I reveal that all the spawn have to live according to Rose's dictate of 'no harm' - notice that Astarion enforces that perfectly on all the people he can literally command, meanwhile he is the only person with freedom in that situation, and he can act however he likes and keeps 'messing it up uwu'. He thinks he's being 'good' and doing vampirism 'well', but what it actually is is just hypocrisy, and a way to continue to exercise power over those he controls, to some extent. Hemlock is someone who actually wants to be an evil vampire, or even a Cazador, and can't, because she's not given the free will with which to do so.

So Hemlock has this mixture of 'I am actually in love with this man and want what he promised me'; or 'I was in love with this fantasy and now I'm facing the reality, after having sold my soul, and even if I hate it here now I'm trapped, I want to find any way to salvage this so I've got to continue pretending he's right'; 'I fucking hate this woman who I'm constantly compared to and can never live up to, even though, to my mind, she sounds fucking stupid'; ....AND then there's the bond between vampire and servant. Hemlock tells Rose that she's already under orders not to displease Astarion - I fully believe that order has been in place for a long time. This Astarion words commands and orders in a way that means the spawn have the illusion of cooperation and free choice, which basically means he makes the spawn complicit in their own oppression. He'll say something like "because you've upset me, you should go to the dungeon cells and starve yourself and not move, while you think about what you've done" - that's still, to all intents and purposes, an order (especially when you're already under orders not to displease him).

Hemlock says a lot of what she says to Rosalie because it's easier to hate the woman who 'ruined her life' and 'prevents Astarion from reaching his full potential', rather than examine anything too closely and realise she's ruined her life herself. If she stops buying into the vampirism she chose, she's fucked bc it's not like she can leave it, so better to hate anything else but being a spawn.

It's just also unfortunate, that she thinks the way to hurt Rose is to brag about sleeping with Astarion. But then, the only version of Astarion Hemlock has ever known is obsessed with sex, so why wouldn't she think the woman who loves him wouldn't be as well?

I hope that makes sense! Sorry, this ended up being very long!

[devotionalsex]

Isn’t not ejaculating intensely frustrating for him?

In response to my post of a survey reply showing an example of real-life Devotional Sex, a Reddit reader posted:

I’m curious…in the survey couple you reference they have Joy four times a week but the Knight only orgasms once in three weeks.

I do not have a frame of reference for having sex and NOT climaxing!

Would you talk about that?

And wouldn’t that be intensely frustrating for him?

Thanks for your excellent question.

Yes, a man’s first night of Devotional Sex will feel intensely frustrating. His erection might not go down, and he may have trouble getting to sleep. If this were to continue no man would want to be her Knight. Fortunately part of the magic of DevS is that as he continues to practice DevS the frustration reduces until eventually there is no frustration but just intense intimacy and connection. 

As his frustration becomes less he also starts to appreciate all the benefits to both him and her of DevS. So well before all frustration ends, he reaches a point where the benefits of DevS outweigh the costs.

The frame of reference which led me to discovering DevS was the ancient Eastern practices of Tao and Tantra. With these techniques the man commits to far fewer ejaculations. He learns to fully calm his sexual energy so there is no frustration and he isn’t wanting sexual activity all the time. He is still aroused when sex ends, but he feels that he has had enough. 

DevS goes half way. A Knight learns to manage his energy to eliminate all or most frustration, but he deliberately keeps his erotic energy high enough to become aroused every morning and bedtime. As he now desires sexual activity every wakeup, bedtime, and inbetween, he gives her control over when sex will happen. 

Just as with Tao and Tantra, a Knight is a man who has committed to have far fewer ejaculations because of all the benefits which arise to him and his partner. So DevS isn’t about her denying him - for her it just becomes normal that he doesn’t ejaculate most times sexual activity ends. 

Given that with DevS a Knight has much more erotic energy when sexual activity ends than a man who practices an Eastern technique, a key part of DevS is the couple having a Devotional Cuddle afterwards. This is when his still high erotic energy is focused into feeling intimacy and connection (rather than frustration).

I discovered DevS way back in 1999 when I started to teach myself the Taoist technique of having an orgasm without ejaculating. I was going to bed each night having done some sexual exercises but not having ejaculated. The first few nights my partner responded to my sexual energy with us having sex. But then one night she didn’t want any activity and so was annoyed with my energy.  She got cross and said that she wished I would give up on the multi-orgasmic man stuff so she could go to sleep. 

I replied “How about I keep going, but you decide when we do or don’t have sex?”

She said “Good”, then rolled over and went to sleep. 

We had just agreed on most of the commitments which define DevS!

I would have far fewer ejaculations, I give her control over what sex happens, and I have to manage my own sexual energy. And she always accepts my erotic energy, and she uses that to enhance her sexual and sensual life. This is not deciding what activity happens, but, as on that first night, deciding when nothing happens.

In your question you focused on the Knight’s frustration after having Joy (intercourse) without any ejaculation. Most of sessions of activity of the couple in the survey result didn’t include Joy, so of course a new Knight would feel frustrated at the end of that activity as well.

But for a well established couple who have had years (or decades) of sex being foreplay, intercourse, and then his ejaculation, a Knight will feel that the control he has given her is very real when he is having Joy and she says “Fini” and he has to pull out without ejaculation. 

When in the past a woman has felt that intercourse was mainly about him getting off, it can feel very liberating and empowering for her to be able to enjoy Joy the way she wishes (usually much slower than before), for as short or long a time as she wishes, and then to end it and feel his desire for her in her hand as she gives him a Devotional Cuddle. 

Another time when her control feels very real to both is having a session of just a long Pleasure Kiss, her orgasm, and then ending with a Devotional Cuddle. Here she may feel special and powerful as she has had an orgams and he has not. But she also feels how much he enjoyed pleasuring her as she holds his hardness, and she feels that he has enjoyed the session as much as she did.

Believe it or not, this is the short version of a reply as I could easily write much more.

I welcome any further questions or comments.

[ellekhen]

Of Silk, Sun, and Sparks

Chapter 5 - A Talented Touch

Chapter Summary: Gale indulges Astarion's request. After a brief respite, it turns out that neither of them are quite done with Church.

Pairing: Astarion/Male Tav/Gale (w/established Astarion/Male Tav) Rating: Explicit Length: 16K+ words; Chapter 5/6

Excerpt below:

In the present, Astarion relaxes, kicking aside the sheets that have become habitually twisted during the couple’s stay in Gale’s old apartment. Beside him, its former tenant occupies himself with casting prestidigitation upon his own mess, muttering as he goes. 

Astarion closes his eyes with a wistful, contented hum. Despite his absence, he can almost feel Church still moving beneath him, his torso vibrating with his sweet voice as he received Astarion ecstatically. And then, oh, that tightening of his body before the enraptured tiefling collapsed in the throes of his release…

“…Astarion?” 

The elf blinks over at Gale. “…what?”

“I asked what exactly you wanted to talk about,” Gale chortles. “But perhaps I should be asking how you are instead?”

He hesitates, glancing down at his nude friend. “Out of the three of us you didn’t get your satisfaction, after all…”

“Oh believe me, darling, I received plenty of satisfaction,” Astarion simpers, his eyes flicking towards the doorway outside of which Church passes, his silk robe hanging loosely off of his shoulders. “I thought Church was reactive, but you, my dear…” he beckons to Gale and the man follows him eagerly in for a firm smooch. “…maybe it’s how uptight you usually are, but I thoroughly enjoyed your little shakes and cries as we had you at our mercy.”

He also enjoys how Gale blushes nearly scarlet at his words. It was an amusing sight to see how hot and bothered the wizard got as soon as he was pinned beneath Church. Astarion could say from experience that it’s quite a nice position to be in, after all. 

“Well! I’m pleased you’re pleased,” Gale chuckles. “But back to my question — what would you like to discuss while our man is out of the room?”

Astarion hesitates. It was a throwaway comment, really, once upon a time. But after everything Gale has boasted and demonstrated about his magical prowess, Astarion does truly wish to see it in practice.

“Do you recall, erm, a little request I made? Over the sending stone?” Astarion asks. He hates how timid his voice sounds, but Gale’s expression softens at his words.

“Of course,” Gale murmurs, stretching his neck and arms with a quiet crack. “We could give it a try.”

“I’d like that,” Astarion smiles in relief. “Provided you’re not too spent from being spoiled between us both…”

“I have quite enough energy for this, thank you,” Gale insists. “Now,” he holds out hand. “Pull?”

Astarion grasps the wizard’s hand. As he pulls upon it, a sheer but solidifying image of the man follows his hand away from Gale’s body. The elf draws him out completely until there before him kneels yet another Gale — a perfect duplicate.

“Um, hang on,” Astarion scowls up at the copy. “I didn’t actually need to do that, did I?”

“No,” Gale admits, ushering the duplicate aside. “But half of what makes magic impressive is the presentation, so…” he shrugs.

“You know, I always wondered,” Astarion remarks, eyeing Gale’s Mirror Image warily. “How often does this… fine fellow… make an appearance in your bedroom?”

“You mean besides when I’m in want of a mirror?” Gale replies dryly. “All of three times in this context, at least.” He frowns. “But, er… I suppose during some transcendental moments with a… past flame… we would exercise something similar.”

Astarion’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “You sly dog!” he laughs, scandalized. “Did Mystra enjoy an audience?”

“More like happy, hands-on participants,” Gale mutters. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stay in the moment, understood?”

Astarion has the decency to act abashed. “Of course, pet. Now, what exactly did you and yourself wish to do with me?”  

He shimmies enticingly past the anticipation in his chest, as if he wasn’t the one who specifically requested this a week ago. 

“Not just me, myself, or I,” Gale quips. “Behold! The one trick they won’t teach you in wizarding finishing school… but the one that will certainly make you the most friends.”

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By the time Church returns to the bedroom with two glasses of water in hand, he’s greeted by a deep, cathartic moan. 

All the Gales look up at Church apologetically. 

“...you seem to have kept yourselves busy,” Church manages to say. 

Astarion mumbles something unintelligible from where he lies face down upon the bed. One Gale — an illusory duplicate with his edges shimmering with the Weave — straddles the elf’s hips as his hands knead skillfully along his scarred back. Another sits further behind him, intently massaging one of Astarion’s feet as the other rests in his lap. Another still kneels before Astarion at the edge of the bed, rubbing his thumbs against Astarion’s temples and pressing carefully down his scalp before stretching his neck. 

It takes Church a minute to identify the real Gale — bespectacled and propped up against the headboard in a nest of pillows. He seems to have composed himself since Church’s departure, nonchalantly flipping a page of one of the tiefling’s starjammer books as Astarion lets out another lengthy, pleasured groan. 

“Aw, Gale… you broke him!” Church teases as he leans down to press a kiss against Astarion’s temple. The elf grumbles, half-heartedly nipping at his hand before falling limp again. He appears to have practically melted beneath the Gales’ ministrations.

“I should have tried this years ago,” Gale remarks, peering over his spectacles. “It would’ve kept him busy every time he tried to distract me from my reading.”

“Honestly I didn’t expect this, from what I was hearing in the other room,” Church huffs a laugh, handing the man a glass. He cuddles up to Gale’s side to read over his shoulder. “But it’s even better than I hoped.”

The three — six — of them take a respite together, curled up in bed as they bask in the afterglow. Eventually one of the Gales coaxes Church away from the headboard, carefully stripping him of his robe once again as he begins to massage the tiefling’s back as well.

“Out of all of us, you probably need this the most,” Church points out to the real Gale. “I’m sure we’ve done a number on your back.”

Gale shrugs evasively. “It’s been well worth it so far,” he says, turning a page. “Although you may need to ask me again tomorrow.”

Church laughs, gesturing at the space in front of him. “Come on — let me take care of you?”

“That’s not necessary!” Gale begins to protest, but when Church reaches over to pull the man towards him, he doesn’t resist. 

“I know you can make three of these at the drop of a hat, but the fact that they’re independently moving is gods-damned impressive,” Church says, ushering Gale to lie face down upon his stomach. “So if your mind isn’t relaxing, then at the very least let me help your body relax.”

He happily takes a seat upon the cushion of Gale’s ass, smoothing his hands down the man’s tensed back. “Fair warning, I’m headed straight for those neck and shoulders.”

“I suppose that’s where I’ve got—mmhhhhhh,” Gale moans as the tiefling’s dexterous fingers begin to press into his flesh. Indeed, hours upon hours of reading, writing, and grading papers have rendered Gale’s neck and shoulders knotted and taut. 

“Oh come on, work with me here.” Church kneads into him, trying his damndest to break down his muscles’ resistance. “You’re as tense as a swordsman!”

He glances over to see Astarion peeking at them, a small smirk upon his relaxed mien.

“How are you doing?” Church calls softly to him.

“I’m… peachy,” Astarion slurs. “...juicy.”

“‘Juicy?’”

“I could sleep and dream… just… like… you,” Astarion mumbles. “Gale darling, listen to that sweet boy and let go now.”

From where he lies prone upon the bed, Gale twirls a finger — dismissing his duplicates in a trio of iridescent shimmers. Church isn’t surprised in the slightest afterwards when Gale’s neck finally relaxes. Mirror Image isn’t typically a concentration spell, but with each of the copies focusing on a different task, the wizard’s mind must have been a flurry of activity. Now, Gale sags down against the bed in a near-perfect mimicry of Astarion’s current state.

“That’s it,” Church encourages him, stroking through his hair. “Let me take care of you for a bit, alright?”

Gale groans softly as Church’s thumbs knead circles down his spine, elongating the man’s back vertebrae by vertebrae. His shoulders rise and fall slowly, steadily as Church tends to him.

Astarion doesn’t move much from where he remains melted upon the bed. He merely props his head upon his arms, watching Church rock gently upon Gale’s hips as he massages him.

In the companionable silence, Church finds his eyes drawn to his partner’s relaxed body more and more. The dip of his waist before his hip bones is just so enticing as Astarion shifts upon the bedspread, knowingly showing off the length of his body as he rearranges himself before his partner.

Church adjusts himself abashedly, feeling his cock fill as it rests upon Gale’s tailbone. He can’t help but be very distracted by the recent, visceral memory of Astarion sliding inside of him all the while Gale squeezed around his hard, aching front… 

Astarion chuckles, his own eyes growing hungry. 

“Oh I know that face,” he purrs. “Ready for more, my love?”

[straykidsnerd255]

hi how are you?I wanted to make a wish with the golden saints of the lost canvas , with a reader female version of Satoru Gojo . I love your writing, feel free if you don't want to write my request

I am doing fantastic! I have changed my rules. I no longer do all 12 gold saints as it makes my brain become goo and I can’t think. I will only be doing three Gold Saints. 

Ares Shion:

“Y/n! Where did you go? We need to train!” Dohko yelled, searching for the stronger knight. Shion looked at his friend before rolling his eyes. “She is busy helping Athena. They are trying to figure out who to send to face off with Hades and his specters.” Shion said, crossing his arms. He was pissed. He hasn’t been able to spend time with his girlfriend since the Bronze Saints heard the news of Hades planning to appear. Dohko looked at his friend before groaning like a child. Before long, Y/n appeared next to them with a grin on her face. 

She walked over to Shion and buried her face into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly. They stayed there and talked for a while before Y/n grew tired and wanted to go home and sleep. The fight with Hades could happen at any point and Y/n needed her energy to be reserved and at total capacity when he did show. Laying in bed with Shion, Y/n stared at the ceiling with a slight glare. “Darling, what’s wrong?” Shion asked, turning over and placing his head on his fist.

Y/n shook her head and turned to her side. “I’m just worried about everyone here. I may have a lot of power, but there are a lot of people that don’t have that kind of power. I’m just worried.” she whispered, pressing her face into his chest and closing her eyes tightly. Shion ran his fingers through her hair and held her close to his chest. “Don’t worry. Everything is going to be just fine.” He whispered.

Scorpio Kardia:

Kardia wants to spar with Y/n every given chance he gets. He knows how powerful she is but knows that she never would hurt him. She always tones her power down just enough that it's still a struggle for him. He likes a challenge and she isn’t one to disappoint. During a training exercise, Kardia wanted the other gold, bronze, and silver saints to understand that there would always be someone stronger than them no matter what they thought. 

“Everyone knows Y/n, right?” He asked. Everyone nodded their heads. “Good. Cause she is stronger than all of you combined.” Kardia said. He chuckled when the bronze and silver saints started saying that she wasn’t and that they were stronger. Kardia rolled his eyes and told them to be quiet. “I will demonstrate how strong she is and have her show you why she is stronger. Everyone knows that when two gold saints clash it turns into a long battle because they are pretty much close in strength right?” Kardia asked, watching everyone nod their heads. As Kardia was explaining more, Y/n walked over to him and stood next to him. When he finished talking, he introduced her and had her begin showing everyone how strong she was. 

To say that the others were shocked would be an understatement. None of them had met someone that could bend reality or even show Infinity the way Y/n did. The bronze and silver saints watched in awe and amazement as she continued to showcase her powers to them. When training had ended for the day, Kardia wrapped his arm around Y/n’s waist and smiled down at her. “Where do you want to go and get dinner?” He asked. Y/n smiled before starting to walk toward town. “There’s this cute little restaurant that just opened up, I thought that maybe we could go there,” Y/n said, her eyes sparkling. Kardia returned the smile and leaned down to press his lips to hers. “Let’s go then.” He mumbled as Y/n began to pull him towards the restaurant.

Aquarius Degel:

This man is interested in the fact that Y/n has more power than all of them combined. He has asked her to show him her powers and many occasions and before long found himself wanting to be near her at all costs. She was gentle with him and didn’t mind the fact that he was constantly seen with his nose in a book. She had told him when he apologized that she found it cute that he was constantly reading. When he found Y/n staring outside one afternoon at the rain as it poured down from the sky he found it lovely and surreal at how she could look this beautiful. 

He found himself always wanting to play with her long(or short) white hair when she was busy staring out the window or reading a book herself even though she was too hyperactive to even sit still for more than 2 minutes without losing her mind. His mind would race with thoughts of her fighting alongside him in battle or helping him train to become stronger. Degel was a quiet man by nature but when she was around, Y/n always made him smile, laugh, or jump around with her. She was just someone that he could let loose with and smile while having the funniest time in his life.

When Degel worked up the courage to ask her out, she was thrilled and hugged the cold saint tightly. Degel felt like his heart was gonna explode figuratively and literally. He had to tap Y/n’s arm to make her release him before his oxygen completely ran out. He took deep breaths before smiling up at the white-haired female. She had the biggest grin on her face and her eyes lit up like the stars. Degel knew that deep down, he was never going to have peace and quiet again but he would give that up in a heartbeat if it meant that she was in his life.  Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he turned to Y/n who was sitting next to him. “I love you Y/n.” He said. Y/n turned away from the sunset and smiled the sweetest smile ever. “I love you too Degel.” 

[lazyyogi]

The Somatic Body

Note: The following post shares my experience with body image, physical health, and spiritual practice. There are gender norms and generalizations. It is not meant to apply to everyone. I wanted to share some of my struggles and how somatic spirituality helped me grow through them.

My body type does not fit the gender "norm" for a male in the US. Growing up, I was reminded of this constantly by my mother, siblings, and the people around me.

Men aren't "supposed" to be skinny or too thin. They're "supposed" to be muscular, average sized, or even a little overweight (see: dad bod).

But me? I'm a hard gainer when it comes to weight. If I stress, I lose my appetite. If I don't exercise, I lose weight. And not in an attractive way but in a "you don't look healthy" way.

Because manhood is equated with strength and skinny is not strong, calling a man skinny is often used as an insult. I would know.

Never did I get to the point in which I hated my body or hated myself because of my body, but always I felt that my body was something counting against me. If I ever felt attractive, it would be despite being underweight.

This may sound strange, especially to women. Over the years, many female friends and acquaintances have said things like "I wish I had your problem." They couldn't understand why saying something like that is actually hurtful.

The simplest metaphor would be like me saying "I wish I had your problem" to an overweight woman. Firstly, it is not appropriate for me to be commenting on a woman's weight and secondly it is not appropriate for me to be calling it a problem.

Not to mention that, as a cis het male, having a body type envied by a woman was not the look I desired.

But I could understand how my hurt feelings were due to my own hangups and that their comments were coming from their own unhappy relationship with their body. And that would add to my feeling of sadness, because so many of the women making such comments were beautiful and of an appropriate weight.

All of this changed for me when I started somatic spiritual practices.

Before all the body-conscious weirdness of adolescence, I really enjoyed my human form. As a child, I loved dancing and running around and physically playing. But I grew self-conscious about dance and I felt repelled by the toxic masculinity of sports, and as such developed a kind of resentment and rejection toward my body.

If it wasn't conventionally attractive and if it wasn't going to be used for sports, I might as well pay attention to things other than my body.

Somatic practices brought me back to my body and realigned my emphasis to be on how my body feels. Rather than how I felt about my body. Working on my body through somatic practice involved finding where traumas and self-judgments were stored as tensions, misalignments, and numbness, then allowing release.

At the same time, the body becomes integrated more deeply into awareness itself.

As part of somatic exploration, I took up exercise as an aspect of my practice.

While I've always enjoyed yoga, I avoided strength training and did cardio inconsistently. But now I discovered what each had to offer me. Cardio elevates my mood and regulates my energy. Strength training builds my power and fortitude. And yoga integrates the two with grace and naturalness.

Because breakfast, lunch, and dinner are never guaranteed in my line of work, a friend advised trying protein pills with essential amino acids. These were a game changer and also eliminated muscle soreness, interestingly enough.

All the while, my primary aim with my exercise practice was to optimize how my body felt. I am turning 35 in April and I don't need to feel like I can wrestle a bear. I just want my body to support my path and spiritual practice. With my current practice, I feel the way I did in my early 20s, which means to say that I feel energetic and playful.

Over time, my physical form has changed to reflect how I feel. My body looks more muscular rather than underweight. And that's nice too.

But if rejecting my skinny body and seeking a muscular body were my primary or sole motivation, the whole experience would have been different. I don't know if I would have been able to sustain my motivation. Maybe I would start dreading exercise, or feeling guilty or upset when I had to skip workouts. Perhaps it would feel never enough or that progress was too slow.

As it stands, I look forward to exercising because it is part of my spiritual practice and it makes my body happy. I've come to learn that our energy is meant to be used. Life is meant to be spent. If you hoard energy in a miserly way, every little thing life asks of you will seem draining.

And while it is important to spend your energy generously, you must do so wisely. Knowing your limits is part of that as well.

There are many blessings that somatic spiritual practice has to offer us. While integration of body-consciousness into self-realizated buddhahood may be my primary interest, it may still benefit others not explicitly seeking enlightenment. Even on a superficial level somatic practices can cause profound changes in the harmful ways we typically relate with our bodies.

I look forward to sharing more on this extraordinarily useful field of spirituality.

Much love to you all.

LY

[whentherewerebicycles]

somehow it’s noon already!! but it’s been a productive morning. in my earlier research i’d been so focused on their first-gen numbers i somehow missed or didn’t fully register the fact that fully 40% of this school’s incoming students each year are transfer students from two-year colleges, which is obviously !!! a specific student population with unique needs that i should be prepared to address in whatever presentation i put together! so i did some initial research and reading in the secondary literature + then also reached out to two former advisees who transferred from community colleges and always had a lot to say about the types of support structures they wished they’d had. they were v happy to help so i set up calls with them tomorrow and on wednesday so i can pick their brains on how to effectively engage & support transfer students in undergraduate research. i made a promise to myself earlier in the week that i would only do rabbithole-style research if it felt like the topics would’ve been fascinating to me even if i didn’t have this interview, but i actually DO find this question super interesting and it’s also a fun excuse to reconnect with former students i haven’t caught up with in a while.

also man i just feel really happy and so much more like myself when i’m in this mode. my brain is WORKING again! i’m overflowing again with thoughts and ideas! i do think that trying a job outside of academia was a valuable life experience for me... and i do realize that this particular job is not representative of ALL non-academic jobs (if i didn’t have such a difficult manager i might’ve been able to stick it out here a lot longer). but also: i feel like you gotta pay attention to what energizes you vs. drains you in this life! and i am so energized by teaching, mentoring, program design, and doing any kind of research on those topics. i also feel my heart LEAPING at the thought of being immersed in a university community again. it’s funny because i get all the petty academic politics stories from macky and i knoooow how difficult & prickly & impossible academics can be but idk! as far as lightly dysfunctional work environments go, i find this form of dysfunction familiar and comforting! and i feel like the joy of working with students is sufficient recompense for the at-times harrowing experience of working with other academics lol. i’m just ready to be back in a place that i love and i’m really excited about this school in particular.

i was rereading the job posting earlier this week and thinking about how much more work it’s going to be than my current barely-anything job, which i know will probably cut into my loooong leisurely walks and my hours-long cooking sessions and my ability to lie around in bed for hours every day. it’s been nice in some ways to have so much time to do non-work things and to really get myself into good routines with cooking/exercising/etc, but i just DO NOT THRIVE when i have too much unstructured time and i am really, really starved for the casual friendly daily social contact i got from my old job. i feel like too much unstructured time = more time wasted because the time doesn’t feel valuable to me.

and idk i need people time! i need relationships with others! i need it both in a social energy and in an intellectual way... like, my conversations with students and the interpersonal conflicts you have to navigate and the unexpected things that come up in a teaching/mentoring relationship provide so much grist for the ol’ reflective mill. i feel like part of the reason i’ve felt sooooo bored and so annoyingly self-absorbed the past six or seven months is that i just don’t have enough INPUT you know?? i need all those interactions to spark new ways of thinking about something or new ideas or new interests to research. otherwise i’m just stuck in my own head, endlessly turning over my small cares and petty little resentments, without anything to challenge me or push me out of myself or force me to recalibrate the way i’m viewing a situation. anyway idk it’s all good data! as i am always telling students even bad or meh experiences can teach you something useful about who you are & what you need to thrive!!

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: PLEASE SHARE WIDELY WITH YOUR NETWORKS: We need to cast a wide net to find Henry Rollins, a sweet boy, a great fit of a home. This boy has become very kennel-stressed and has been overlooked and in the shelter far too long–he needs a special adopter!

Adopt Henry Rollins!

Please help us find sweet Henry a home. Because he is very kennel-stressed, he does a lot of jumping that sadly leads potential adopters to walk right by and not give him a chance. But the shelter is such a stressful, artificial environment: you often can’t judge a dog by its kennel presence!

I recently took Henry for an outing to Petsmart to give him a shelter break, and he was such a good boy. He is incredibly affectionate, smart, food-motivated and up for training, and, just as importantly, he’s got the best sploot game in town!

Here’s what we know about Henry Rollins!

❤️ Can Go Home SAME DAY!!!: 2 year old male, approx. 60 lbs., already neutered!

❤️ Car Rides: Henry was an excellent wing man! He lied down peacefully and napped soon after we left BARCS and was calm and curious when awake.

❤️ Home Manners: Henry’s foster shared that he slept uncrated overnight with no issues and that he will respect boundaries that are set if his adopter does not want him on furniture.

❤️ Loving Personality: Henry is a sweet dog who is very affectionate. His foster shared that he will rest his two front paws on your lap when you’re sitting in a chair and lean into you for some love. He leans in to you for pets and will be still and peaceful. He LOVES going for walks and will thank you with lots and lots of kisses!

❤️ Training Potential!: Henry is a gorgeous boy with soft fur and beautiful, inquisitive eyes, but he’s got brains, too! Because he is motivated to work for treats and attentive to his handler, he would probably respond well to learning even more commands, and his sit game is already super strong! At Petsmart, he was perfectly content to lie down and work the puzzle feeder I brought–he loves to use his brain!

❤️ Energy Level: Because he’s a young dog, Henry would do best with an active family. He walks well on leash. Walks in the neighborhood? Weekend hikes? A few laps around the track or even just some good old-fashioned zoomies in a backyard or other safely-enclosed spot would suit Henry just fine.

❤️ Children: If Henry is going to live with children in his new home, they should be older and sturdier. Occasional mouthiness is very common in young, social dogs who wish to engage their handlers and have energy to burn. A combination of offering plenty of exercise and appropriate things to chew and redirecting and rewarding dogs for calm behavior is helpful and very doable!

❤️ Areas of Growth: Henry was found abandoned in a crate, which may explain why he has presented signs of potential separation anxiety and stress when being crated during the day time. To be direct, Henry needs an adopter who can be home enough to work with him on becoming more comfortable when left alone, slowly and over time. Our behavior team would be happy to provide advice for what steps to take to be successful.

❤️ Dog Sociability: Though he has been fairly non-reactive when seeing other dogs, Henry needs to be the only dog in the home. His play style can be a bit much for other dogs, so adventures with his owner would be the best form of exercise.

Henry has been adopted and returned twice, both times due to no fault of his own, once because a family member had allergies and a second time because his adopter worked very long shifts and couldn’t properly care for him. He is a great dog who is becoming more stressed as another day being stuck in the kennel passes. This wonderful, but overlooked, dog sure could use a loving home–could it be yours?

You know what to do–get on down to BARCS and ask to meet Henry Rollins! More pics in the comments!

BARCS Animal Shelter 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 barcs.org/adopt-dogs M-F: 2-6 Sat-Sun: 11-4

[dead-inside-writer]

Senorita Clumsy (Encanto Camilo x GN! Reader)

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pairing: Camilo Madrigal x Clumsy!reader

summary: you recently moved into Encanto and went to explore with your younger sibling.

theme: fluff

pronouns: he/him for Camilo, they/them for reader, they/them for sibling

warning: none

word count: 1.9k

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It has just been a few days since you and your family moved into Encanto. Your previous home wasn’t the nicest and you had to survive off scraps to continue living in the house. Life was hard so your parents decided to have a fresh new start in the welcoming community of Encanto.

You had just finished unpacking the last box for your room (which didn’t have much) while your younger sibling played with their toys on the bed.

“Y/N! We’re going out for business. After you’re done, bring your sibling for a walk around the town okay? You have to explore Encanto!” Your mama shouted from the first floor, her voice loud enough for you to hear it loud and clear.

“Okay, Ma!” You replied back and soon heard the door shut.

Placing the last few items from the box to the table beside your bed, you feel a pulling tug on the bottom of your shirt.

“Come onnn, I wanna explore the town!” The five-year-old whines, trying to drag you with him.

“Gimme ten seconds, okay?” You pat your sibling’s head. After making sure all of the items have been placed properly, you take your bag and hold your sibling’s hand in yours.

You locked the wooden doors and off you went walking with an extremely excited kid. Your sibling has always been full of energy. They often reminded you of a golden retriever. You adored how they always find a way to be happy. They were the reason why you stayed strong during tough times.

“Y/N! Look at that bird! It’s so cool!” Your sibling pointed at a toucan, immediately letting go of your hand and chasing it through the town.

“H-hey! Wait for me!” Your pleads were ignored by the five-year-old. This was one of those times where you wished that he wasn’t full of energy 24/7. He loved animals so much that he would chase them down.

Usually, a teenager would be able to catch up with a five-year-old just fine, but in this case, your sibling just had to be abnormally energetic. (Totally not because you never exercised.)

The toucan flew down and landed on a boy's shoulder, but your sibling was moving so fast that they couldn't slow down in time, crashing into the poor boy that the toucan just landed on.

You tried your best to avoid falling down on the two kids, but you were never good at maneuvering and did a weird spin which made you crash into someone else instead. Realizing that the person you crashed to will soften your blow and instead receive all of the pain, your hands flew to the back of their head, trying to at least soften their fall as well.

"Oh dios mio! I'm so sorry," You tried to push yourself up from the person below you but your hands were squeezed between the back of their head and the pavement, your eyes still closed from the pain of the impact. After a while of trying to ease the pain away, you opened your eyes, only to see by far the most attractive guy you've ever seen in your entire life, staring at you back with wide eyes. (unfortunately for you, you had missed the small blush on his cheeks)

Shocked, you try pulling yourself away with more force, only for your hand to push his head to your forehead, causing both of you to groan loudly.

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me today, I am so sorry," You rubbed your forehead as you stood, feeling a bit wobbly.

"Are you okay?" You asked the boy in the yellow ruana.

"Well, I would be if you didn't smash my forehead with yours," He sarcastically joked but it seems that you didn't quite catch it.

"Oh no, does it hurt really badly?? I didn't know that my skull is that hard..." You babbled, brushing his curls away to see his forehead, and man, it was super red. Camilo stood there frozen, watching your every move as you observed his forehead, taken aback by your abrupt (and bold) move.

"Dios mio, it's red! We need ice or maybe frozen peas," You looked around to see if there were any stalls that were selling some only to realize that the two kids vanished in thin air.

"WHERE'S MY SIBLING?" You asked yourself with wide eyes. Camilo hearing your question, looked around, only to see that Antonio was missing as well!

"ANTONIO!" He looked around with eyes equally as wide as yours. His madre will flood the whole town if he can't find where that animal-loving boy went.

"Is your sibling gone as well?" You asked as you saw the panic in his face.

"Yeah... they might have gone somewhere together," He looked around, trying to find a glimpse of his brother.

"Probably, my sibling becomes friends with anyone in like fifteen seconds," You run your hand through your hair, a habit you do when you're stressed.

"By the way, are you new here? I don't really recognize you," He asked, his eyes scanning your face.

"Oh, yeah I am! I just moved here a few days ago," you smiled at him.

"Ahh, I've heard from Abuela about a new family moving in. Well, my name is Camilo, I'm from the Madrigal family, glad to have you here" He smiled back, offering his hand.

"I'm Y/N L/N! I'm glad to be here," you shake his hand.

"How about we try to search for them together, and get some ice along the way?"

"Sounds like a plan,"

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"Camilo! Look what I found!" You walk towards the boy as he looks around the street, asking people if they saw where Antonio went, with a plastic bag in your hand.

"Hmmm?" He looks at you, leaning close to see what's inside the plastic bag, "OOOH POPSICLES!"

"They're cold so it can soothe your head bump and it won't go to waste cause we can just eat the leftover, or I suppose to drink it if it melts," You slowly walked with him as you looked down to the plastic bag to get the popsicles.

"It's like two birds in one stone. Anyways, I got you an orange popsicle cause I don't really know what flavor you like and it matches your ruana, but you can switch with my grape ones if you don't like-"

Your words were cut off as you accidentally slipped on broken pavement. You spin around like crazy, trying to get your balance again, and somehow manage to face Camilo but lose balance again. You were ready to meet your demise once again but only to find that your face did not land on the pavement but instead your back resting on Camilo's arm, holding you from your fall.

"Aiyaya, please be careful Y/N, we wouldn't want another accident to happen, do we? Or else we'll have to buy another popsicle for you."

You were stunned by the cliche position that you thought would have never happened to you and you just nodded a no.

"Ooooh gracias a Dios, the popsicles are still fine, and yes I do like the orange popsicle. Thank you very much, Senorita clumsy," He smiled and put the popsicle (with the wrapping) on his forehead. He knew that he would look ridiculous to the other people in town, and to be honest, his forehead didn't hurt anymore, but something about you makes him want to put a popsicle on his forehead.

You smiled and put your grape popsicle on your forehead as well, walking beside him.

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You bit the last piece of your grape popsicle, resting on the floor, hopeless after a whole day of searching.

"Where on earth could they both be?" you groan, playing with the wooden popsicle stick in your hand, "This all happened because of his fascination with animals."

"Animals..." Camilo repeated, "Dios mio! Why didn't I think of this sooner! They're probably in Antonio's room,"

"Huh? What does his room have to do with animals? Does he have pet birds in there?"

"You don't know..?"

"Know what?"

"Ohhhh right, you just moved in" A mischievous smile spread onto Camilo's face, thinking about all the pranks he could do on you.

"Come on, I bet you five more popsicles that they're in my house,"

"Okay, you're on" You agreed, not knowing that the Madrigals were a special family.

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“Woaahh, your house is nice,” you said to the boy next to you while admiring the house.

“Thank you Y/N,” Camilo smiled then looked back at the house, “Casita, did you hear that?”

Suddenly, the windows on the house started to open and shut close repeatedly as if it’s saying ‘yes’

“Did you do that??” You asked, amazed.

“Nope not at all — It’s Casita doing it” He smirked.

“Casita, can you please lead Y/N to Antonio’s room?” Camilo asked in an innocent tone.

The floor under you started to move and shake, earning a surprised yelp from you, the unexpected action made you stumble on your own feet but before you could fall, a sudden strong force pushed you forward to the stairs.

“CAMILO HEELPPPPPP” You shrieked, not used to moving without actually moving your legs.

“BHAHAHAH Calm down Y/N and enjoy the ride, Casita would never hurt a person,” Camilo smiled at you, the floors pushing him as well beside you.

Not long after, you arrived at a glowing door that had the face of the boy you saw earlier engraved into it.

“Ladies first,” Camilo said, opening the door for you as he jokingly bow.

To say you were amazed is an understatement. You were beyond astonished by the room.

“HOW IS THERE A JUNGLE HERE??” You looked around, letting it all sink in.

"Casita is a special house and the Madrigal is a special family," Camilo nonchalantly said.

You let out an awe, wanting to explore more of the room but then a cheetah jumped from the trees to the ground in front of you, causing you to jump back to Camilo, hiding behind him.

Camilo chuckled as he watched you peeking out from his shoulder, still hiding behind him. He can’t help but think how adorable you were.

“HEY!” You shouted as you realized that the two kids were on the cheetah.

“YOU LITTLE NAUGHTY GREMLIN,” You ran to your sibling as they got off the cheetah, “I was trying to find you the whole day!! You gave me a heart attack, Mama would kill me if she found out!”

“Antonio! You should have told me if you were going somewhere,” Camilo joins you nagging the two kids. The two kids giggle as they let out a soft sorry.

“Okay, say goodbye to your friend now, we gotta go back home,” You said to your sibling, waving bye to Camilo and Antonio.

You were about to leave when Camilo suddenly held your hand.

“Will I meet you soon? Today was fun,” He shyly asked, still holding your hand.

“Of course, after all, I still have five popsicles to buy you, right?” You smiled.

“O-oh right! I’ll see you soon then!” Camilo slowly took his hands off with a smile on his face.

“Please come again!” Antonio said to your sibling, and your sibling nodded.

You left Casita, and for the rest of the day, you were giddy as you remembered your encounter with Camilo.

Unbeknownst to you, Camilo was excited to see his Senorita clumsy again.

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Notes: AHHHH this one isn’t romantic as the last two ones but I thought it was a cute and funny idea! Thank u for the request, I’ll do them as soon as I can! Please do leave a like and feel free to request -din