#the fact that he didn't react PERFECTLY is also...

[shallowseeker]

Hardly any time had elapsed since Jack lost his soul, and it came crashing down so alarmingly quick. It was so unfair... Cas was on his way home to come clean about Jack. HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME TO COME CLEAN ABOUT JACK. HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME TO COME CLEAN ABOUT JACK. HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME TO COME CLEAN ABOUT JACK. HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME TO COME CLEAN ABOUT JACK. HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME TO COME CLEAN ABOUT JACK.

I can't remember if it was you, Whiskey or you Cal, that said the timing of everything was so fucked up.

Cas went searching for a miracle, and he PRAYED TO GOD.

And then, ON CAS'S WAY HOME TO TELL THEM THE TRUTH, RIGHT AFTER PRAYING TO CHUCK ON JOSHUA'S BAT-PHONE, THINGS BLEW UP.

Jack's temper could have certainly flared all on its own. But it's so suss that Cas made his prayer, and then Mary almost-immediately died.

In 14x20, Chuck says he "heard him."

If Chuck heard him in 14x17, then ??????????????????

[whore4mattsturniolo]

IFLY- Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

pt 2, pt 1 (can be read as a standalone but why would you)

DO NOT ANSWER Missed call

Your heart twanged in your chest as you heard Chris speak for the first time in weeks. His gravelly voice, stained with sorrow as slurred words slipped off his tongue. There was no real way to tell if he was genuine, if he actually felt bad for what he did. Even though a part of you was screaming to block him, to never speak to him again, there was another part of you. The part of you that Chris had in the palm of his hand, desperate to see him and feel his touch on your skin.

You had debated on calling him back, eager to see what he would say if he wasn't just recording himself talking. If he would tell you what he wanted to hear, face to face. But you didn't. You silenced your phone, and you went to sleep. He'd call back. Or he wouldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to care anymore.

knock, knock, knock

You blink yourself awake, shirt bunched up around your chest, blanket wrapped around your shivering body spread out on the couch. The TV is still playing, the low laugh track of an old sitcom echoing through the silent house. Your eyes flutter back shut, your brain determined to shut itself back off for the night, assuming that the knocking was from the show. No reasonable person would be awake right now, banging at your door at 4 in the morning.

knock, knock, KNOCK

The noise at your front door grew more insistent, causing you to groan in annoyance. You swing yourself off of the couch, your feet still wobbly from lack of use as you step on the soft carpet, walking towards the front door. Glaring into the small peephole, you see a figure dressed in all black, his head darting to look around his surroundings. He was holding something in his hand, but you couldn't quite make out what it was.

You rub your eyes, adjusting your appearance to look somewhat presentable, despite the fact that it was so early that no one, not even the mourning doves, were awake right now. The cool metal of the doorknob sends a shiver down your spine as you swing the door open, only to find Chris standing there.

This cannot be real

He flashes you a toothy grin, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding up a bouquet of pink roses. They were fresh, still wrapped in plastic and dripping water into a puddle on the ground. Each one was perfectly bloomed with a blush pink exterior that faded into yellow as it swirled in the middle. You're completely stunned at the sight, still holding onto the door handle like its your saving grace.

"Hey, baby," Chris says, looking up into your eyes. "Y'busy?" A small smirk tugs at his lips as he admires your disheveled appearance. Your hair tied up, messy strands falling over your face. Your shirt hung loose on your frame, the collar hanging loose off your shoulders. Your eyes red and dry, still adjusting from the sudden jolt of being woken up.

"Chris, it's 4 in the morning," You throw your hand on your hip, leaning against the door frame. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Told you I was gonna bring ya flowers," his smile grows, holding the flowers out closer to you. "They smell good huh? Wanted to get the best ones f'you. Know how much you like pink and shit," his blue eyes have a sense of longing in them, carefully watching your expression to see how you'll react.

He knows he's ridiculous. But he also knows you'll let him in.

You cross your arms, looking at him with low eyes, not bothering to hide your sleepiness. Goosebumps rise all over your skin as the cold wind blows into your apartment. "You bought me flowers?" Your eyes soften slightly, but you keep the sternness in your voice. You're not gonna let him in that easily.

Chris nods, still sporting a small grin as he sniffs the flowers for himself. "You got the voicemail?

You raise your eyebrows, looking him up and down with skepticism. "I did."

"You didn't respond."

"For good reason."

Chris' expression falls into a pout, looking down at his shoes, a blush spreading across his cheeks. His beanie hands low over his head, containing his messy locs and covering his eyebrows. "Yeah...yeah...I know..." The silence between the two of you was deafening, the sounds of the night filling the quiet.  The only noise was the staticky hum of the flickering light over the stairs of your apartment complex and the laughter from your TV.

"Why are you here, Chris?" You cross your arms, guarding yourself off from him. "What could you possibly want from me?"

"C'mon, angel...I told you... I was gonna make it right," he steps closer to you, his voice laced with sincerity. "This is me...tryna make it right."

You squint, trying to see through his mask, trying to figure out his true intentions. But you can't see anything. He chews at his bottom lip, his hand still stuffed deep in his pocket. He's never felt this anxious before, and he's hanging off your every word. Gently, you move away from the door frame, motioning for him to come inside. Chris's head shoots up, a small smile spreading across his face as he steps inside.

He rests the flowers on the table in the living room, watching as you stand across from him. "Y'wanna talk?" He asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets again. He leans against the table, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Talk about what?" You say, picking up the roses and taking them to the kitchen. "Didn't know there was anything to talk about," you set them into a clear vase on the counter, holding back a smile at the sight. He did pick out the perfect ones.

Chris follows you into the kitchen, leaning against the countertop closest to you. "Me neither. But I've been thinkin' 'bout you. A lot," he points a finger at you. "I made you cry, kid. And I never...never want that t'happen. Never want you to cry 'cause of me," he reaches his hand out to touch you, but it just drops to his side.

"I just wanna make it right," He's growing closer by the second, his breath warm against your skin. He smells of alcohol and cologne, and you can't get enough of it.

He backs you against the sink, his fingers tracing patterns along your arm and shoulders. His breathing starts to grow heavy, his eyes moving down to your soft, plump lips, now formed in a pout. He leans forward, but you pull back. "Chris, I can't...I can't do this with you again..." You say softly, pressing your hands into his chest and pushing him back. All he does is hold your wrists, keeping you close. "You hurt me, Chris. Hurt me so bad I couldn't even get out of bed. I can't--I won't let you do that again," your words leave a pit in Chris' stomach. He just wanted to make it right. Make you feel right. Why were you being so difficult?

"I won't, mama, I won't. I...I promise..." He leans forward again, his lips just millimeters from yours.  "Just lemme make it right..." his voice is an intoxicating whisper as he lets out a shaky breath.

Warm tears form in the waterline of your lidded eyes, but you blink them away before they slide down your cheeks. You were just...tired. Tired of the back and forth, the mixed signals, the heartache. You just wanted him to be better.

He holds your face in his hand, the coldness of his finger tips sending chills down your spine. "I know, I know you hate me. Want nothin' t'do with me. But, please," Chris was almost begging at this point. "Just...just let me make it up t'you...Make it alright…" his voice grows hush as his other hand moves to cup your cheeks, his eyes darting between your watery eyes and your parted lips, before capturing you in a soft kiss. Your lips move slowly against each other, as if they hadn't felt each other in decades. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and you let him, your tongues dancing together elegantly. He grabs your waist and swiftly sits you on top of the counter, moving in between your legs. A soft moan leaves your mouth as he trails sloppy kisses down your neck and collarbones.

“Fuck—get these off—Need ‘em off…” Chris pulls back from the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. His lust-filled eyes peer into yours as his fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts. You nod, and he pulls off both your pajama pants and underwear in one swift motion. He lets out a moan at the sight of you, legs spread open, pussy dripping wet just for him. His hands grip your thighs tight, pulling you to the edge and into another feverish kiss, the pads of his fingers rubbing against your aching clit, earning a needy moan from you. He swipes his digits up and down your soaked heat, collecting your arousal in his middle and ring fingers.

He suddenly pulls back, dropping to his knees with a thud. He holds your legs open with his calloused hands, kissing every inch of your thighs and legs. He looks up at you from the floor, the iris of his eyes completely gone, replaced with his wide, blown out pupils. “C-Chris…” You gasp, watching him suck and nip at your inner thighs as he ignores you, staring hungrily at your pussy. You clench around nothing, begging with your eyes, silently pleading with him as a smirk creeps across his face.

A drawn out moan is ripped from your chest as Chris presses his tongue flat against your drooling cunt, licking a long stripe up to your clit. A trail of his spit and your arousal connects his mouth to you as he moves his head back, barely holding back his own noises as he stares at your glistening pussy. “Taste so good…So fuckin’ sweet,” he groans as he dives back into your cunt. His grip on your thighs is harsh enough to leave bruises, not letting you move away from him for even a second.

The sinful sound of slurping fills the apartment while Chris laps at your pussy, his eyes never leaving your face, contorted in pleasure. He closes his soft lips around your bundle of nerves, humming against it and making your eyes roll back. You rip off his beanie, discarding it on the floor and tugging at his messy hair. Chris moans at the sudden sensation and starts to suck harder at your clit. His hand releases your thigh, pushing two fingers into your tight pussy and curling them just right. 

He closes his soft lips around the tiny bundle of nerves, humming against it and making your eyes roll back. You rip off his beanie, discarding it on the floor and tugging at his messy hair. Chris moans at the feeling, sucking harder at your clit, desperate for you to reach your high. His hand releases your thigh, pushing two fingers into your tight pussy and curling them just right. 

You were seeing stars, your back arching off the countertop as you try to squirm away from him, needy moans and whines leaving your mouth. “Chris, Chris, Chris!” You chant his name, your grip in his hair growing tighter as he slides his digits in and out of your sopping cunt while licking and sucking at your throbbing clit.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers, the vibrations of his low voice shooting straight through you. “Feel good, huh? Can feel you fuckin' squeezin’ my fingers.” He lets out a breathy laugh, watching you rest your legs on his shoulders and pulling him deeper into your pussy. 

“S-So good—Fuck!” You throw your head back, legs starting to spasm as the coil in your belly grows tighter with each second. “M’gonna—Shit! Baby, baby—Gonna cum!” You cry out, damn near crushing Chris’ head with your thighs. He only hums, smiling against you while he shoves a third finger deep in your pussy, your orgasm hitting you like a giant wave. Your juices paint Chris’ face and chin, still lapping at you through the pleasure as your face contorts, your body shaking violently.  

Breathing heavily, Chris finally pulls away from you, wiping his glistening lips off with the bottom of his black shirt. He stands back up to look at your twitching figure, laughing softly to himself. “Can’t tap out yet, mama,” he says, picking you up and taking you to your room.

He throws you onto your bed, pulling off his shirt and climbing on top of you, pressing the painful bulge in his jeans against your soaked heat. His hands cup your cheeks and pull you into a harsh kiss while you rush to pull his jeans down. You can still taste your release on his lips, but it only turns you on further. "Lay back, baby. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you, ” Chris pushes you down into the mattress and props your legs up, opening them up wide for him. He rips his boxers off, his cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. His tip was red and angry, strings of precum leaking down his length. 

He leans over to you, capturing your swollen lips in another kiss. His chain dangles in your face, the freezing gold brushing against your skin at his proximity. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as he rubs the head of his cock over your slick folds, coating it in your juices. “Gonna make y'feel alright,” he whispers in between sloppy kisses.

Slowly, he nudges his cock over your pussy, gently pushing it inside you. The two of you moan in sync as he moves deeper, feeling each bump and vein, inch by itch. Chris refuses to look away from you, staring into your eyes with longing, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “C’mon baby—fuuck—Keep those pretty eyes on me. Jus' do that for me..." Chris groans as he bottoms out, his eyes never leaving yours. He presses another rough kiss to your lips, one hand on the headboard and the other resting gently on your cheek. The familiar squeaking of the your bed grows louder as his thrusts start to pick up speed.

“Y’still mad at me? Huh?” He coos as he adjusts positions, sitting up on his knees and grabbing at your hips, forcing himself deeper. The new angle sends your eyes back into your skull, and leaves you a stuttering, moaning mess. “Y’still fuckin’ hate me?”

You nod your head despite the pornographic moans leaving your mouth. His pelvis bumping against your clit in a fast rhythm, connected by a thin trail of both your arousals. You try to speak, but all that leaves your mouth is broken moans. “Hate—you—"You manage to choke out through whines, though you both knew you were lying.

Chris laughs, watching your brain go fuzzy as you lose yourself under him, still desperate to hold onto the bit on control you thought you had. “Mmm...that so, baby? That the truth?" With his free hand, he rubs your aching clit with his thumb, sending jolts of pleasure to your head. His words spur you on further, despite the fact that you can feel yourself growing more and more annoyed each time he speaks.

Whining at the added stimulation to your clit, you nod weakly, too fucked out to say anything. You can barely force a small "uh huh," as your body starts to tremble beneath him. His grip on your thighs grows tighter, not letting you move away from him.

Chris's grin grows wider, his movements never slowing. "I don't believe that...for a fuckin' second. Not when I got you goin' stupid on m'dick like this. Can't even get fuckin' words out—hah—shiit..." His words get cut off by his own groans. He throws his head back as his jaw goes slack. "Guess I just gotta fuck it out of you," high pitched moans leave your mouth as his thrusts grow rougher, somehow hitting that spongy spot deep inside you every time. Your tits bounce harshly, in sync with Chris' every movement.

"Missed y’so fuckin’ much—” His movements stagger, already growing close to release at the sight of you under him. Your velvety walls throb around his cock, making him throw his head back. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout this perfect fuckin’ pussy…Squeezin’ me—mmm—so fuckin’ tight…Wanna fill her up so bad,” his other hand cups your face, kissing your lips gently, a contrast from harsh pace of his thrusts.

Your eyes start to roll back and your body starts to tremble. Chris' movements start to stagger, each thrust growing ragged as his moans grow louder. "You gonna let me baby?" He coos, holding your hips in a death grip. "Gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up? Make you all mine jus' like you wanted?"

"Yes, yes, please, baby..." You nod weakly as your brain starts to go fuzzy, your orgasm quickly approaching.

Chris grins at your words, his breath growing labored as he pumps into you, his thrusts slow and passionate, desperate for you to reach your high. His thumb circles your clit, drawing a ragged moan from your chest as the coil building in your stomach suddenly snaps. Your back arches high off the bed, your legs shaking violently.

"Fuuuck baby, ohmygod..." Feeling your tight walls pulse around his cock sends Chris over the edge, groaning as spurts of cum shoot out of his cock into your cunt, coating your walls in white. "So fuckin' good...needed this...so much..." He moans, his thrusts slowing down, still pumping his seed as deep as it can go. He leans forward and kisses you sloppily, pulling your body close to his.

Chris brushes the hair out of your face, his eyes half-lidded with a smile stretched against his face. He rolls over to the side, his arms never releasing you from his grip. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, taking in your scent and sighing. "M'sorry baby...For everything..." his voice is muffled, but you hear every word.

His heartbeat thumps soothingly in your ears, causing your eyes to flutter shut, comforted by the feeling of his skin on yours, his body wrapped around you. You let out a content sigh as you smile against his chest and nod slowly.

"I know."

fic long asf, this a @muwapsturniolo special <3

[amomentsescape]

Slashers x reader with wings. Reader's wings are bound, hidden and look heavily damaged from that.

How do the slashers find out? How do they react?

Add the crow guy, Eric, I think?

Slashers with Winged! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Eric

A/N: I am once again sleep deprived, so I apologize if there are any typos or nonsense that I didn't catch reading through this. Thank you for your request!

Freddy Krueger

As mentioned in many previous posts, you can't really hide anything from Freddy

Whenever you sleep, you're in his territory, and he can do whatever he pleases

And one of the last things he'll ever let you do is hide yourself from him

He could see the damage from all the years of hiding your wings, binding them up in hopes no one would notice

And this honestly pisses him off a bit

Why would you ever want to be like everyone else?

Your wings were beautiful, and they made you that much more special

The moment he sees your wings free, you better believe he'll never let you hide them again

Anyone who even gives you the slightest look will be dealt with that same night

Michael Myers

Another one that you can't really hide anything from

He may let you think that he doesn't know about your wings

But in reality, he's known about them this whole time

However, he won't push you to reveal yourself to him until you're ready

It's not like it's a huge deal to him anyways

He's neutral about the whole situation

Wings or no wings, nothing will sway his opinion on you

Just don't wait too long to talk to him about it though

The more time that passes, the more irritated he'll become

Because after this much time together, you have to fully trust him now

Right?

Jason Voorhees

Jason is pretty much clueless from the start

It's not that he isn't observant to you (he watches you 24/7)

It's just that he fully respects your boundaries and won't even hold your hand unless you tell him he can

So when he accidentally walked in on you one day and saw your damaged wings, he just stands there in shock

He snaps out of it when he notices your bashful and worried face however

He's just so confused on why you would hide this from him

He thinks your wings suit you perfectly

In fact, it makes him feel even more assured that you two are meant for each other

He also grew up wanting to hide a part of himself

But having each other means fully embracing the insecurities of the other

He doesn't ever want you to hide your wings from him again

Thomas Hewitt

He honestly would have never even knew about them if it wasn't for his need for late night affection

He just wanted to cuddle up next to you in the middle of the night

But he was met with something out of place on your back

He couldn't help but peek, and the moment he did, he was stunned

But did he even think about running?

No. He just decided to wait until morning to talk to you about it

When he asked you, he could tell you were uncomfortable

And because of this, he did everything he could to reassure you that he wasn't upset or grossed out by your wings

He loves them!

He took them in his hands gently and carefully removed the bindings

There will be no more hiding from him after that

And he'll happily caress your wings every night until you feel reassured

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba didn't mean to walk in on you like this

But the moment he sees the wings, all decency goes out the door

He stumbles in further, his hands reaching out to them

They're breathtaking... but why are they so damaged?

It physically hurts him to see you in any type of pain, and yet you've been carrying this around with you this whole time?

He's a bit hurt you didn't feel comfortable talking to him about this, but he's even more hurt by the fact that they look painful to you

He doesn't even let you protest before he's breaking the ties and freeing the wings

He's blubbering to you, making you promise to never hurt yourself like this, especially when it's something so cool

He spends the next few days playing with your wings, admiring them like a kid with a new toy

Brahms Heelshire

The day he finds out about your wings is one of betrayal

Brahms refuses to let you keep secrets from him, and hiding such a big thing from him upsets him greatly

How can he trust you?

You’ll need to give him some time to cool down, but once he does, he’ll be on you

Will force you to free your wings so he can play with them

It honestly hurts him a bit to see the destruction brought to them

He empathizes with you a bit

He has also spent a good portion of his life hiding a part of himself

But it’s because of this experience that he refuses to let you do the same any longer

You’re with him now anyways

He’ll never let you leave the house

So there will never be another soul to judge this part of you ever again

Norman Bates

He’s kind of speculated for a bit that you were hiding something

He didn’t know exactly what, he just could feel it in his gut

This insecurity was beginning to eat away at him until the day he finally saw the truth

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t a bit scared at first

Angels have wings, but so did the devil

But seeing your pained expression reassured Norman that you were far from something evil

Once he let everything soak in, he’ll be all over you asking questions

He wants to know everything about you and your wings

He doesn’t want you to hide them anymore, and he’ll take the time each night to clean them and help heal them from years of damage

These are a part of you, and he loves everything about you

Billy Loomis

Billy doesn't really speculate anything

He's confident that he would be able to tell if you were keeping anything from him

Until the night he sneaks in through your window in hopes of surprising you

But instead, he's the one with the surprise

He sees you looking sadly at yourself through the bathroom mirror, your damaged wings on full display

He spends the next few days going radio silent towards you

But on the fourth day, he storms your room and interrogates you on your wings

Why the hell would you lie to him?

He doesn't care that you have something that makes you "different"

He's simply hurt that you kept it from him

However, it only takes an open conversation for him to calm down

He's still a little pissy but happy to know the truth

Just don't keep anything from him again

Stu Macher

This boy is absolutely clueless

But his unconditional, completely suffocating affection is what finally makes you feel comfortable to open up to him

And when you do, his eyes widen and his jaw drops

You almost think he's going to be upset until he speaks

"That's fucking sick"

Has you unbind them immediately with the promise that you won't keep them hidden away like that anymore

He constantly reassures you that anyone who sees them will have the same reaction as him

There are thousands of people that would kill to have wings like yours

Stu included

So don't ever hide something that literally makes you so unique

He loves them

Vincent Sinclair

You honestly told him about your wings right away

It was after a deep conversation about his own insecurities over his appearance and scars

He showed you his face, and you showed him your wings

It was a raw moment of vulnerability between you two, and all it did was strengthen your bond

After that night, you rarely saw him wear that mask, and he refused to let you tied up your wings like that again

He wants to love the real you

And any part you hide from him is a part of you that he can't love freely

He thinks your wings are beautiful, and you become even more of a inspiration for his art

You are quite literally an angel in his eyes, and he won't ever take advantage of that

Bo Sinclair

He was being flirty and touchy, as Bo does

And the moment he felt your back, he was throwing questions at you left and right

There was no lying or hiding the truth from him any longer

Bo hates secrets

So when you fully reveal yourself to him, he's shocked

He doesn't really know what to say at first

He didn't think something like this was possible

But after finally accepting the reality of the situation, he angrily begins tearing off your bindings

How dare you hurt yourself like this? How could you willingly lie to him after all this time?

He's a good mixture of disbelieving and pissed at you

It'll take a couple days to fully understand the situation

But once he does, it's smooth sailing

Eric Draven

Eric is all-knowing

And he knows that you're keeping something from him

But unlike a lot of the others, he's not upset or angry about it

You'll tell him when you're ready, and he trusts you enough to know it isn't anything terrible

And once you do open up about it, he's in absolute awe

His companion is a crow for goodness sake

To think he was ever going to react in any way other than admiration would have been stupid

He does get a bit emotional seeing your wings all tied up and damaged however

He's gentle with you as he sets them free

To see that pain you put yourself through really upsets him

He doesn't ever want you to do something like that again, especially when he sees this as a true gift

He'll spend the rest of the night cleaning and taking care of them, lulling you to sleep

[azrielbrainrot]

Baby, You Know That I Miss You

Pairing: Band Member!Azriel x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Phone Sex, Guided Masturbation

Description: You miss your boyfriend terribly when you go visit your parents during break. Luckily, he's more than willing to help.

Warnings: Smut, phone sex, guided masturbation, dirty talk

Word Count: ~2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: This story is part of my Band AU as well as Kinktober, but you don't have to read their other stories to enjoy this one since it's basically all smut! Also I'm not too sure if this is all that good but we move. Hope you enjoy!

Band AU Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

“I didn't know I was going to be so busy all day,” you say with a sigh, happy that you finally get to relax in the comfort of your own bed, “but at least I get to listen to your voice.”

You were a bit sad that you missed a performance, it was the first one you didn't attend since you became official, but because of it your schedules ended up aligning perfectly and you got to talk to him for a while before going to sleep, when you texted him this morning you thought you wouldn't be able to.

Coming home for break, after what happened the last time you were here had been a bit nerve wracking. You didn't know if you would have to run into Eleanor or Parker, and you didn't know how you would react if you did. Luckily, you hadn't seen them, and you found that when your mother mentioned them you didn't really feel anything besides some mild resentment at the way you were treated, all the anger and sadness that just their names evoked a couple months ago had mostly subsided.

If you were being completely honest, forgetting about your childhood best friend had been a lot easier than you thought possible. You were sure the fact that she hurt you so badly that there wouldn't be any possible way to salvage your relationship helped, since it made forgetting her truly the only option, but most of all you had to thank Azriel and your friends, old and new, for it.

The hardest part of being home for these last two weeks ended up being away from Azriel. Yours is still a relatively new relationship, although sometimes it felt like you had known him your entire life, and so it was hard to not be able to see him for so long when you were spending almost all of your free time together. You missed sleeping in his arms, missed watching him and the boys practice, missed the dates at the small café by his apartment you'd found together, the way he held your hand when you went on walks and, Gods, you missed his touch.

“Want me to tell you a story?”

“Anything is fine as long as it's coming from you,” you admit, his deep whispered voice enough to send a gentle warmth traveling through your veins. Azriel hums, something obviously on his mind. “What?”

“You always liked the sound of my voice,” he muses, letting the words flow from his lips slowly but confidently, knowing it would get a reaction out of you and prove his point.

“Well, yes but that's normal.” You try to keep an indifferent tone, but you know he can easily hear through it. “You're a singer for a reason.”

“We both know it's not just that,” he murmurs, and you can almost hear the smirk growing on his lips, can picture the confident yet alluringly attractive look that always falls over his face when he knows he's affecting you, one that unfortunately only makes it worse. You find yourself squeezing your thighs together, wishing he was right next to you instead of in a different city, so you could kiss that smirk off his lips and let him show you all the different ways he can affect you.

“Don't do that,” you breathe out, almost pleadingly, every hint of sleepiness escaping your body.

“Do what, princess?”

“That,” you say a bit too loudly, calming down and lowering your voice when you add, “not when I'm three hours away.”

Azriel sighs, a heavy sound coming from deep in his chest, needing to feel your hands on him as much as you do. If you were in your apartment instead of at your parent's house, you might have gotten out of bed and made your way to his house with how needy you were starting to feel.

“It's a shame that I can't sit you on my lap right now and whisper every dirty little thing I want to do in your ear.” Truly a shame, you think as you press your legs together. “But we can try something else.”

“Try what?”

“Just want you to do as I say,” he explains, desire dripping on every word. You bite your lip, his intentions now crystal clear in your mind. This wasn't something you had ever done or even considered, but you feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine at just the thought. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, heart beating wildly behind your ribcage as you hear the rustle of sheets through the speaker.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

You let out a soft chuckle before answering unashamedly, “Yes.” You had taken to stealing some of his shirts to sleep or wear around your house before you even started dating, though stealing was probably the wrong choice of words seeing as he either let you or even gave you some of them himself. His shirts were not only comfortable but they also smelled like him so they quickly replaced your own old shirts you used to wear to sleep before.

Azriel lets out a hum, one that sounds more like a moan, probably lost in the thought of you touching yourself while wearing his shirt before he gathers himself and starts, “Want you to run your hand over your stomach, feel how warm and soft your skin is.” Your hands follow his commands easily, mimicking the way he caresses your skin instinctively, desire growing within you with every brush of your fingers.

“Now push your panties to the side,” he continued, voice getting deeper as he spoke through a clenched jaw, his own hand likely occupied as well, “tell me what you find.”

You knew what you'd find even before your hand traveled down to do as he said, a sigh escaping you all the same when your fingers dive between your folds, feeling just how soaked you were, a string connecting them to your cunt when you pull away.

“Are you wet for me?” The pleasure was obvious in his voice, and you had no doubt in your mind that he was stroking his cock as he spoke, the thought making your cunt clench around nothing.

“Yes,” you breathe out, nodding along even though he can't see you, swirling your fingers around and making a mess of yourself, careful to avoid your clit and entrance no matter how bad you need to take some of the edge off, waiting for him.

“Good,” he moans out, “Fuck, you're so good to me.”

If you closed your eyes, you could picture him laying on his bed, sheets thrown off his body and underwear long since discarded to the side, hand stroking his thick cock slowly, moving up and down as he also imagined what you looked like as you followed his orders, and wished it was your hand instead of his own.

“Now take your panties off,” he says after a moment, waiting patiently as he hears you shimmy them off your legs, sighing as you spread your thighs and bend your knee before letting him know he could continue. “Take two of your fingers into your mouth.”

“Azriel-”

“Need you to get them nice and wet for me.”

A whimper escapes you as memories of him saying these exact words rush into your mind. He loved seeing your mouth stuffed with his fingers, your tongue swirling around them as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. You almost tell him you didn't need to get them any wetter, your cunt was quite literally dripping, but you do as he says anyway, tasting yourself on your own fingers, pretending they were his instead, making a show of sucking on them and pulling them out with a pop just so you could hear the groan he lets out, a tremble running through your body at the delicious sound.

“Done?”

“Yeah,” you muse, entirely too proud of yourself for managing to get under his skin so easily.

“Alright,” he rasps, “Now roll them around your clit slowly, pretend they're mine.” You can't help the whimper of his name, your fingers circling your clit just like he said, closing your eyes and pretending it was his rough fingers instead of yours.

“Good girl,” he chuckles, “don't even gotta tell you to moan my name.”

“I need to be quiet though,” you remind him, remind yourself. If it was simply your roommate in the room down the hall it would only be a bit embarrassing, but it's your parents instead and them hearing you would be nothing short of mortifying.

“Such a shame,” he muses, the smirk almost audible on his voice. “You always sound so pretty for me, saying my name in that sweet breathy, fucked out voice of yours.”

“Azriel,” you whine, putting more pressure behind your fingers, - you really didn't think you needed much more to cum, especially if he kept whispering in your ear like that, - breathy, quiet moans pushing past your lips despite your warning.

“Like that,” he lets out between pants, fist tightening around his cock as well, “Just like that.”

“Keep talking, Az,” you murmur, your heart stuttering in your chest with every harsh breath you hear through the speaker, wanting to hear it in his voice. “You sound pretty too.”

Azriel only hums, staying quiet for a moment longer before letting out a groan. You hear his head knock softly against his headboard as he leans back, and briefly wonder if he could hear the sinful noises your cunt was making every time your fingers moved.

“Fuck, princess. You have no idea how much I wish I could taste you right now.” You did actually, you were burning with the same need. “Wanna bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours, make you cum on my tongue over and over again until you're all I can taste.”

The moan that pushes past your lips is entirely too loud for the quietness in your house, but you can't help it as the picture he paints assaults your mind. You're reminded of the feeling of his tongue against you, lapping up at your cunt until you're shaking with pleasure under him. Gods, you couldn't wait until you saw him again next weekend.

“Wanna taste you too,” you confess, speeding up your movements, mouth watering at the thought.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Think I could cum just thinking about you choking on my cock, trying to take all of me down that tight throat of yours.” Closing your eyes and biting your lip, you do your best to keep as quiet as you can, his filthy words sinking into your bloodstream. It felt like you were on fire even though you had long since kicked your sheets off your body, - you didn't think it was possible to be this turned on alone in your room.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, a ridiculously attractive sound, “I think I might.”

“Azriel, I'm-”

“Close?”

“So close,” you pant, right on the edge, your hand moving incessantly, goosebumps running through your skin.

“I'm right there with you,” he murmurs, “Cum for me, princess. Let me hear you.”

You let yourself fall as soon as he finishes speaking, mouth falling open in a silent scream as you're hit with wave after wave of pleasure, a few whines of his name pushing past your lips despite your efforts to keep quiet, the praises he lets out going straight to your head.

Azriel cums not soon after, his own pants and muffled moans of your name echoing through the speaker as you're coming down, making you feel all tingly knowing he just came as hard as you did without you ever touching him, and still your name was on his lips. It's unfair the way this man makes you feel, even when he's so far away from you.

“I decided I'm going to lock us in your room when I get back,” you speak up after you take a deep breath, only half joking.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you continue, wiping your hand on your discarded panties, cringing softly at the feeling, knowing you have to get up and clean yourself up properly. “You're mine for the entire weekend.”

“You can lock us in for as long as you like,” he murmurs, “I'm all yours.”

[jules-ln]

I hate how people talk about Mel and Jayce's relationship

Because every time someone comments about how Mel manipulated Jayce, someone else jumps to say "nooo, Mel couldn't have done something like that she's perfect and has never done anything wrong in her life, ever"

And I'm here like "You are making a good complex character into a bland, one dimensional character"

Because it's clear to me that Mel acts the way she does Because of her trauma. Like I can imagine conversations with her family probably felt like playing 3d chess with a metaphorical sword hanging over her head

No wonder that she kept her distance from Jayce for 7 years, and when she makes a move, her first move is manipulating him

She does it, because she doesn't feel safe to go and just open herself and be vulnerable with Jayce

She probably expected Jayce to be like her family, to play 3d chess with her and him to make his next move

That's why she was so surprised when instead of him being calculating and manipulative, he was earnest and kind. And then after that, after Mel confirmed that Jayce's feelings were honest, she started to open herself up to him

And you see, both Mel and Jayce started their relationship on opposite sides

Jayce gave her his trust 100%, he was vulnerable and showed his belly from the beginning, but that was because he was expecting the same from Mel

People can think whatever they want about Mel and Jayce's relationship, but that doesn't changes the fact that Jayce himself felt used by Mel

And I think everyone is way too eager to dismiss Jayce's feelings in the fight scene between him and Mel with Viktor. He probably had PTSD and didn't feel safe at all (You can tell by the way he clings to his hammer as a form of protection) and mind you, Mel also had gone through an extremely bad experience

But once again they found themselves at opposite sides

Jayce was angry and hurt, he probably played every interaction he had with Mel in his head again again while on that cave, and felt like an idiot for not realizing that she had been manipulating him

He also was in an extreme state of distress and was searching for someone to blame for what had happened. He was calculating what really went down during the bombing of the council and came to the conclusion that Mel could've saved Viktor, so he decided to blame her

Mind you, that wasn't a logical decision, Jayce was lashing out because he was in distress and Mel was just the unlucky one, but it could've been Cait, Vi, or his mom just as well

Now, Mel on the other hand, she was accustomed to the kind and soft Jayce, the one that earnestly listened to her, she went there searching comfort from him, just to find out that Jayce had changed and he was now attacking her

That's why she was so taken aback by him, you can hear how her voice trembles and her body language showed that she was nervous

Once again they found themselves in opposing sides because Mel didn't clarify what she did and that she no longer wanted to manipulate Jayce.

She did that to Jayce because of her trauma, that was how she was used to relationships to be, but then when she realized that Jayce was being honest, instead of clarify things, she let things stay how they were; maybe afraid of how Jayce would react

But it was because she's the daughter of her mother and that influences how she acts on her relationships

People are totally going to hate me for this, but let's compare Mel and Jayce's relationship to Viktor and Jayce's relationship since Viktor and Mel mirror each other

When Viktor and Jayce met, they didn't like each other at all lmao

But then the trial happened

Both Viktor and Mel looked interested in Jayce, but for two different reasons, Mel looked at Jayce and thought that Hextech was a good investment, meanwhile Viktor was interested in Jayce's dreams, in his values and the willingness to stand up for them

And I'm not saying that Mel was wrong and Viktor was right, I'm saying that Mel is a perfectly reasonable person while Viktor is insane lmao

Because then Viktor goes on and risk his entire life for Jayce, like I can't even say how much Viktor would've lost if things hadn't gone as planned

Yet, he did it for Jayce, he was honest since the beginning and put his life at risk for him. In turn Jayce also gave up everything for him like Viktor did, but in this case both him and Viktor were on the same page since the beginning

In the scene right before the fight when Viktor appears, Jayce is quite literally standing between Viktor and Mel with a choice to make

He takes a look at Mel, before turning around to face Viktor and giving his back to Mel

The camera lingers on his back, where we are shown a pattern that represents both Zaun and Viktor (as I've already talked about in this post)

I really love the cinematic language of this scene and I want to do an analysis of it, but long story short, this is the visual language of arcane telling us that Jayce is choosing Viktor

This is where their romantic relationship is officially over

Not because he didn't care about her, or because he didn't love her. But because at that point in the story he couldn't trust her anymore, even if she was saying the truth, he wouldn't be able to trust her, so sadly the relationship between them had already ran it's course

I think it's interesting, because we rarely see this kind of relationship between a woman and a man in media, where the relationship simply isn't mean to be anymore, but both the man and the woman remain in good terms, and I appreciate that Arcane shows how sometimes, even if a relationship is extremely important and you love the other person, not everything is meant to last forever; but that doesn't make it any less important

[captain-huggy-bear]

Quinn Hughes

Thoughts

Quinn and Anxiety

Stomach Squisher

Quinn the giver

Quinn and an Alternative partner

When you're on your period

Quinn and Period sex 18+ MDNI - {Jack mentioned} + [1]

When you're in hospital

Flowers

After a long day

Reassuring

Drabbles/Prompts

Valentine's Day

How he reacts to some guy being a creep towards you

Breaking point

Marking you up - 18+ MDNI NSFW

Forgotten Goodbye Kiss

Casual dominance

He cuts his hair

Body hair

“This is the end of your all-nighters, you hear me, baby?”

"What I'm trying to say is... I like you."

“Hey… hey… why are you crying?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me”

One-shots

Late Bloomer - Quinn x Fem!Reader - Quinn finds out he's your first boyfriend in your mid-20s, you're expecting him to freak out.

The Sleeves - Quinn x Short Fem!Reader - Jersey sleeves are just a little too long for you.

Fishbowl Blues - Quinn x Fem!Reader - You're more stressed and worried over Quinn's busted lip than he is.

Practically Ancient - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You end up down a rabbit hole of instagram comments and profiles and can't help but compare yourself to all the women who would gladly date your boyfriend. You can't help but wonder why he's even with you.

'You're Blushing.' - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You're friends with Jack and Luke first, they decide to tease you good naturedly about your reaction to their older brother, Quinn.

To Fight a Ten Year Old - Quinn X Fem!Reader - In which Quinn is prepared to time travel to whoop some ten year old butt because you tell him a story from your childhood and he takes it personally.

Scratchy - Quinn X Fem!Reader - 18+ MDNI - Quinn will do most things to make you laugh, his favourite thing about growing out his beard is the fact that it's a weapon of mass destruction when breaking that laugh out of you. It also makes you a little weak at the knees and hot behind the collar too which is a bonus.

A Love that Gives, Gives, Gives - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Sometimes you think you have the perfect fitting bra and it turns out that it's actually a traitor in disguise. Sometimes your boyfriend is personally offended that an article of clothing would hurt you so much because he's a sap.

Squish Time - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Sometimes there is only one way to regulate your nervous system and that is squish time.

Guard Dog - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You are feeling particularly protective of Quinn after the game against the Washington Capitals and run into Dubois.

The Collection - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You keep every single puck that Quinn has ever given you, he finds your collection that you've been shyly hiding away. It might just be the thing that makes him realise you're the girl he's going to marry.

The Missing Puck - Quinn X Fem!Reader - It's the Hughes Bowl...and you're missing your usual warmup puck from Quinn. You think he's forgotten, he most definitely has not, but he didn't think this through. Fuck. Sequel to The Collection

A Little Misunderstanding - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Your parents assume that Quinn, the man you mention over the phone all the time, is in fact your boyfriend. He's very much not, but Quinn thinks its funny to pretend he is...until it gets a little too real and maybe some truths are told and feelings are aired.

Perfect Fit - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You fit perfectly into Quinn's family, knowing how much they love you just makes Quinn realise that you're it for him.

Teacher!Reader Series -

You teach teenagers History in Vancouver, while dating a pro-hockey player, Quinn Hughes. Recurring teenage OCs like David for the lols.

The Teacher's Always Right - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Your students badger you about your relationship status and you let slip you're dating a hockey player who plays for the Vancouver Canucks. They don't believe you, you're petty enough to arrange a school trip to Rogers Arena just to prove your point.

National Teacher Day - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Quinn has a big surprise for National Teacher Day that puts your relationship out in the public space

In Your Element - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Quinn finally gets an opportunity to each lunch with you at your school, but he arrives a little early and sees a different side to you, when you're absolutely in your element

The Little Things Mean A Lot - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Sometimes it's the small things that make you fall in love all over again, like your favourite Singapore chowmein from your favourite Chinese takeaway after a long day of teaching and parent's evening

In Sickness and in Health - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You've convinced yourself that you're not actually that ill, mostly because setting cover for your lessons is more trouble than its worth. Quinn is having none of it.

Priorities - Quinn X Fem!Reader -When Quinn gets a text from you 2 hours before his game, he shows where his priorities lie when he drops it all for you. A kind of sequel to In Sickness and in Health but you don't need to read that to read this.

In the Firing Line - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You break up a fight at your school getting hurt in the process. There's only one person you want to call in that situation.

The Jello Incident - Quinn X Fem!Reader - You come home from work and tell Quinn all about the jello incident at school and then fall asleep on him.

Morning Sickness - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Quinn is getting increasingly worried about you as you're sick every morning and every evening, you're adamant that you're fine. Turns out you're right in a way.

Drabble: You're reaction of him being out on IR

Baby Shower Surprises - Quinn X Fem!Reader - Quinn organises a baby shower for you with your high schoolers. It might just be the sweetest a bunch of teenagers have ever been.

[akutasoda]

I'd like to request Mammon, Lucifer, Diavolo, + whoever you want to add, with a reader who instinctively kinda hides behind them if there is any Threat or if they're scared/shy, bc that would actually be so cute. (ᗒᗣᗕ) (oo, not a event request btw :33)

demon shield

synopsis - how they react to you hiding behind them

includes - lucifer, mammon, diavolo

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 556

lucifer ★↷

the very first time you did so, he turned his head to stare at you in utmost confusion and bewilderment. he questioned you and merely sighed before continuing on with what he was previously doing. he didn't exactly mind but he needed to get used to it.

eventually he got used to you hiding behind him and now if anyone asked about it, he immediately shut them up and took their attention away from you. afterwards he'd check up on you and ask if there would be anything you'd like to go do.

lucifer would get noticeably more protective if you hid behind him because of a threat. yes, his pride absolutely soared knowing you chose him to protect you but he always didn't want you getting hurt at all. that threat wouldn't last too long either.

he'd always protect you, and he doesn't care that you hide behind him.

mammon ★↷

he always looked at you in pure confusion when you hid behind him a few times. mammon didn't exactly clock onto what you were doing or even why you were doing it. he never brought it up after but he always questioned you in the moment.

mammon was extremely flattered by the fact that you would choose him to hide behind when need be - although he played it off as his usual ‘of course you'd choose me! i was your first!’ so you'd never hear it from him. but also when you hid behind him, it seemed to give him a grand amount of courage.

all of a sudden, he has the ability to stand up to anyone and anything. if you're nervous or shy, then he has no problem in getting rid of the cause. and if you're in danger, he suddenly will do anything and everything to keep you safe, despite the consequences and his own worries.

diavolo ★↷

at first, diavolo just thought you were a nervous person. he didn't mind that you hid behind him and in fact he took it in stride, he loved and found it so endearing that you trusted him so much to the point where he became your human shield (or demon in this case…)

diavolo would always protect you no matter what and so if you hid behind him, it would become his mission to protect you - he had a bigger figure than yours and so you could quite easily hide behind him perfectly and safely.

it became a common occurrence at events held and attended by diavolo, to see you by his side or more specifically hid behind him. sometimes, the events could be a bit much for you and you'd become nervous or shy and opted to shield yourself away. diavolo neverminded one bit. who was going to say anything anyway?

and if anything he enjoyed being able to protect you, even if it was simply to provide you a moment of respite by hiding behind him. if you ever hid behind him because of a threat, that threat wouldn't last long.

[femmehaljordan]

So lets talk about Bruce and/or Dick trying to kill the Joker and how Jason would react

It would Not go the way so many people in the fandom think. Bffr Jason would not immediately be perfectly okay with them, in fact it would make his relationship with Bruce WORSE.

Like, you think Jason would be okay with Bruce saying he didn't kill the Joker because Superman stopped him? No he fucking would not!! Because he knows Bruce has kryptonite!! And sure, lets say Bruce didn't have it on him, and the helicopter still did explode so he did think the Joker was dead. THE JOKER SURVIVED AND BRUCE LET HIM LIVE. All it would prove to Jason is that he was worth nothing more than a temporary loss of control. People seem to forget that it wasn't JUST personal revenge for Jason, that was a major part sure, but it was also the fact that that wasn't the final straw.

"Ignoring what he's done in the past. Blindly, stupidly, disregarding the entire graveyards he's filled, the thousands who have suffered... the friends he's crippled... I thought... I thought killing me-- that I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt." -sourced directly from my copy of UTRH

It was the same thing as Tim being Robin. It wasn't solely about his death, it was that his death didn't change anything. People were put right back in danger because the Joker faced no real consequences other than a beating that was worse than usual.

And leading into the Dick thing, you think even if somehow, by some miracle, Jason forgave Bruce for all that it wouldn't go flying out the window the moment he found out Bruce RESUSCITATED the clown? You'd genuinely have to think Jason has no spine. Because not killing him is a personal choice, HELL even preventing others from doing it could have some form of explanation, but actively BRINGING HIM BACK FROM THE DEAD?????? There's no excusing or explaining that away.

But onto Dick. I genuinely think most people just. Haven't read Last Laugh #6. Dick sought out the Joker because he thought he killed Tim. Sure Jason was mentioned at the beginning, and sure Dick wasn't fully trying to kill him until the, "I hit Jason harder than that" thing, but as a whole it was less about Jason, and more about Tim. Because Dick hadn't gone after the Joker when Jason died, only when he thought Tim did.

I think it would be a step in repairing their relationship, but it certainly wouldn't be the magic fix people think it would. Because at it's core it wasn't because of Jason, it was because of Tim. Jason played a factor, but he wasn't the reason.

And there's also the immense guilt and "the Joker won" mentality Dick had about it. Jason would not be supportive of that, come on.

Anyway, just my thoughts around it, but I really shouldn't be surprised how people recontextualize stuff and treat Jason horribly OOC to fit him into the batfam.

[potatomountain]

CIY- CH 20

Chapter Twenty

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader

📍Summary: "My mom but not me?"

📍WC: 3k

📍AU: detective/mafia

📍Genre: action, dark themes, poly romance

📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, oral [fem receiving], rough handling, hair pulling, unintented voyeurism, unintended exhibitionism, car sex.

📍Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer , @skteezcursed and edited(usually) by the amazing: @daemour

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By some grace of the God's Wooyoung didn't look at you or speak on the way back to the car. But once the doors were shut and the screen was turned on you didn't think you were going to get any more luck in that department.

“So…” You say at the same time as Wooyoung, ignoring the three men now on the screen. 

Determined to speak first, you turned, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. “Your mother?!” Your upper lip was pulled back in a snarl.

Wooyoung looked about ready to piss himself. “Well- you see-” He glanced over at the screen but you tightened your hold on him. “You’re the one who let her get you off! Before me!! That was my mom!!”

You scoffed, ignoring a few sounds of surprise from the screen and the heat rising up your neck. “That’s beside the point.”

“No no, that is the point, somewhat.” Yeosang spoke up meekly. You were so shocked by the statement you glanced at the screen.

He was sitting in his chair, slumped back, with Hongjoong and Seonghwa leaning over his shoulders. They looked rather amused, both with a much darker look in their eyes you couldn’t place through the small screen. But Yeosang’s was far too obvious. The flush of his cheeks, the pout on his lips, the way he squirmed in his seat. He was either really nervous, or really excited.

The fact it was the latter, which you had no doubt in your mind, just short-circuited your brain. Didn’t he dislike you just the other day? First calling you sweetheart and now clearly flustered by what had gone on with Haru?

Were the other two? You glanced back at them both, Wooyoung taking this as an opportunity to slip out of your grasp a bit as you were leaning over the center console anyways to hold onto him. Realizing they had your attention now, Hongjoong tilted his head expectantly while Seonghwa’s expression quickly shifted his walls back up.

“Well… what was that about then? You have a pretty obvious hickey Firecracker.” He prompted, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “And I don’t think it was one of us who left it there unfortunately.”

“Unfor- Captain!” You all but shrieked out, leaning back in your seat and running your hand down your face. "My God I’m surrounded by horndogs.”

“Says the one who just got off with someone’s Mom!” Wooyoung huffed out, pouting in his own seat.

You gawked over at him, lifting a brow in disbelief. “Is it really that hard to wrap your head around?”

He puffed his cheeks out and his bottom lip, muttering in a whine “Should’ve been me. I would’ve called you Mommy all you want. Why don’t you want to use me? Sit on my face, break my cock with your pretty pussy, just something.” His words grew more desperate, ending on a pleading tone as he turned back to you.

Somehow you didn’t think it was just sex he was asking for. “Wooyoung-”

“Will you two just fuck already? I can taste the sexual tension from here.” Seonghwa interrupted as he stood up. A quick glance was perfectly timed to see him adjusting his pants. Oh that was interesting.

But it also made you want to run for the hills.

You had the attention of four men on you, and now the knowledge that every single one of them wanted you to some extent. It was… perhaps a little difficult to fully wrap your head around that and the way your body reacted.

“I’ve been trying Hwa, but she keeps denying me. Don’t get why she can ride Mingi’s dick multiple times but won’t ride my face.” He puffed out, relaxing more now that your full attention wasn’t on him.

Big mistake on his part.

You reached over and grabbed him by the underside of the jaw, turning him to face your stormy expression. “Do you want to say that again?”

“Oh-”

“Fuck that’s hot-”

And groans were all heard from the screen while Wooyoung was pliant in your grip. His mouth still had a mind of its own apparently.

“I don’t get why you can fuck Mingi, let San get you off, let my own mother get you off, but not me.” There was something to his words that hit a little deep, striking a cord with a part of you that kept buried deep and bringing it to the surface.

”Why am I not good enough?”

How many times have you asked that of yourself? When it came to your old unit? When it came to your own father’s legacy?

Your grip loosened a bit on his jaw, just for his hand to shoot up and hold it there, brow pushed together pleadingly. “Please Goddess. Why not me?”

Something about his expression had you snapping, gripping his chin tighter and yanking him forward just as you leaned in and crashed your lips to his. Tilting your mouth to get more of him you felt a groaning mess in your underwear at the pure pornographic moan that you ate right up.

He reached for you but you grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down to hold him still, lips meeting his own desperation until you were reminded that you had an audience. The idea of ruining him in front of the others crossed your mind as you pulled away, but you didn’t act on it.

Whatever compelled you to kiss him didn’t sit right with having the others watch… not yet.

Though the fact they had all leaned into the screen with a mixture of lust and desire in varying degrees on their faces did have you throbbing even more between your legs. Not as much as Wooyoung’s blissed out wide grin, or the way he now palmed at the obvious tent in his pants as you let him go.

So much for keeping things professional. What were these men doing to you?

Clearing your throat, you shifted back in your seat and exhaled slowly to regain some composure. “If you answer my questions I’ll let you have a taste.”

“Yes, that's my mother.” Wooyoung immediately let slip from his lips while there were protests on the screen. “Oh well, too bad you can’t do anything about it.” He stuck his tongue out and immediately turned off the screen. He started up the car a second later, driving away from the curb before you could buckle up. “Anyways, yeah, she’s been running the Pink Boa’s most of my life. I grew up surrounded by it, and was a runner when I was a teen, among other things. She’s worked hard to make sure I stayed an unofficial part.”

That… made a lot of sense actually. How he was always undercover, how his connections seemed to be much more than a simple cop could make. He used his connections from before, as well as his mother’s connections. You bet if you looked him up, the name Jung Wooyoung would not pop up in any detective base.

He was their ace in the hole, and the realization had you appreciating him even more. And questioning why he was giving up this information just for the taste of your cunt.

“I see, so that’s how you got San into the Green Vipers pretty well? You already have some street cred.” You nodded matter-of-factly, glancing down when his hand found it’s way on your thigh. “Wooyoung? I didn’t say-”

“I answered your question. Ask another.” He hummed out, pulling around a corner. You didn’t know where he was taking you, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

Sighing, you mulled over what more you wanted to know, especially since he was so willing to answer them. “Why is that Golden Circle bouncer there to watch her? She works for them right? And if she’s been running it for so long… why would they need to watch her?”

Yet as you looked over at Wooyoung, the knowing smirk on his features, you knew why. And he also knew you figured it out. “Everything was fine until a couple years ago. And truthfully that’s my fault.” He answered instead, slipping his hand up your leg further since you technically weren’t stopping him.

“How is it your fault? For becoming a detective?” Of course the information he got from his mother and the Pink Boa’s being used in police investigations would cause suspicion. Respect bloomed in your chest for both Wooyoung and his mother. Him for taking such a career despite everything and Haru for helping him and protecting him still.

Especially if one wrong move would cost her life, his, and potentially the whole unit.

How deep their connections justified some of the other questionable things but there was still so much that didn’t sit right with you.

Like the way Wooyoung’s expression twisted, glancing at you with such obvious guilt you realized that wasn’t the case at all. What if he wasn’t a detective at all?

“Wooyoung…” Your tone was dangerously low, the warning obvious there.

He immediately flinched, moving to pull his hand from your thigh. You grabbed his wrist again, careful not to have him swerve into oncoming traffic or into a building. “Listen, about that-” He had enough sense to pull into a parking garage, parking a moment later before turning off the car and continuing. “I never went through the correct channels for that.”

You scoffed at his admission. “Well no duh, I figured as much. You have a history. And with your mother being the head of the Pink Boa’s?” You stared at him with a frown, urging him to continue.

He looked rather perplexed. “It… doesn’t bother you?”

You scoffed again, unbuckling and shifting a bit in your seat. “No. I… Well, it’s clear that the city is far more illegally run than I thought. Some of the companies you pointed out, the absolutely terrifying numbers of the red wolves who sex traffic. The fighting rings. The drug distribution.” Biting down on your lip, you opened your legs a bit more, fingers working on the button of your shorts. “To be honest Wooyoung, knowing the law enforcement is as corrupt as it is pisses me off. I want things done. I don’t want to see any more dead kids on the streets, or the bastards who put their bodies there, running free.”

Wooyoung was practically salivating as he watched you undo your shorts. “I don’t either. Don’t like it. Don't like the things my Mom had to do just to get by, that I had to do.” He shifted quickly, reaching over but pausing his fingers on the hem of your shorts. “Can I now? Please please tell me that I can have a taste now. Promise to make you feel good. You can call me Mommy if you want. Call me anything you want, Goddess.”

He was so eager to do so it flustered you a bit, heat running up your neck and the tips of your ears. You couldn’t think of any other questions at the moment you thought you could get him to answer, since they didn’t concern just him, so you nodded. His features lit up as he quickly yanked your shorts down and groaned at the sight of your wet panties. “Oh fuck yes.” He didn’t even let you move into a more comfortable position before his lips were against the wet spot on your underwear and he was sucking.

Sucking in a breath through your teeth you gripped at his hair. “W-wooyoung not like- oh.” Your head fell back against the window as he sucked on your clit through the fabric, vibrating your nerves with a moan of his own.

There was just no way he was going to be able to get you off like this however, so you pushed at his head until he reluctantly stopped sucking and let you. Before you got a word out, he was pulling your panties off. “Sit normally, seat all the way back and lean the seat back. Now please.” The urgency in his tone had more slick coating your folds.

So you were quick to oblige while he shifted as well, holding onto your panties for a moment before he set them blatantly on the headrest of the driver seat. You scoffed, but didn’t comment on it as you leaned the passenger seat back as far as it would go. He climbed onto the floor in front of you, flinging your left leg over the console and pushing you up the seat more to give him more access.

“Fuck I could stare at it every day.” He murmured, running his fingers up your inner thighs, noticing some fading hickies and bite marks. Something clouded his expression for a moment, you guessed jealousy since he had shown it earlier and here was proof of Mingi all over again. “You have no idea how much we want to worship you.” He breathed more to himself before his fingers slipped up through your folds, gathering your arousal before bringing it to his lips.

The moan he let out as his eyes rolled back into his head just had your walls clenching, wanting to be filled. “Woo-”

“Call me something else Goddess.” He demanded breathlessly before leaning in, running the flat of his tongue over your lips to gather more and more of your juices. “Don’t want to be a just coworker to you.”

His words had your mind reeling, just as his lips on your bare clit had electricity shooting up your spine. You’ve barely talked to him, spent what, three days in total in his presence? So what did he mean by that? Today was the first day you actually got to talk with him- yet it’s ending with his mouth on your cunt.

The attraction he felt for you was such a force to be reckoned with and you couldn’t deny that you felt it too. That you had wanted this since the first time you saw him. That with every word out of his mouth you liked him more and more.

Was this just sexual or more than that? That was the million dollar question. One of them at least.

Not that you had time to ponder when he was now working at your pussy with such a hunger it took your breath away. Slipping a hand into his hair, the least you could do was indulge him. “That’s it, such a good boy. So hungry for me aren’t you?” Your voice dropped into a more sultry tone, the pleasure ringing in each word.

He seemed to like that, a pleased rumble leaving his lips as his tongue delve deep between your lips, rubbing his nose against your clit while his hands now dug into your thighs to keep you from squirming too much. Instead you just tucked harder on his hair, pulling him closer as your pants became soft whines.

Wooyoung knew how to use his tongue, teasing you with perfect precision just like his mother had. Apparently sexual prowess was passed down from generation to generation.

“Fuck-” He mumbled against your folds, switching back to press his tongue against your bundle of nerves and add just the right amount of pressure. “Taste so good. So fucking good. Could cum just from the taste of you. Could get addicted.”

“T-then don’t stop” you moaned out, tugging him closer as you lifted your hips a bit, not wanting the waves of pleasure to stop. The heat coursing through your body or the little shocks that made your toes want to curl in your heels. “M-more baby.”

“I’ll give you anything you want, Goddess. Worship you. Make you my religion.” He was back to tongue fucking your cunt, hands ghosting over your flesh as he rubbed up and down your thighs, softly kneading them then much more harshly. You were dripping all over his seat the more he worked on you, making it harder to contain your moans especially as you felt heat pool in your lower stomach.

Glancing down your moan turned into a high-pitched whine as you met his eyes, realizing he had been watching your expressions this whole time as he suffocated himself in your pussy. You felt him grin, slipping his arms around under your legs, then pulled you closer as he ate you out with new found fervor.

Awestruck by the sight of him, you forgot to give him warning before you were coming, head falling back as you arched, crying out for him as you soaked his mouth to a whole new degree. He moaned as it hit his tongue, lapping at your juices as if it would be a crime to let a single drop escape his mouth. It probably was in his mind, a crime to do so.

You had to tug his mouth away at the constant stimulation to your clit even after your high had passed. He obliged, now pressing kisses to your thighs: in particular the leftover marks from Mingi. “Really could live off your pussy. Just drinking you in. I’d sell you any secrets just to feel it clenching down on my cock. Better yet to have you use me like a toy. Can I be your toy, my Goddess?” He kissed up your thigh and leaned up to kiss you, sharing the taste of your arousal.

Lazily you kissed him back, a bit too at ease in the seat now. You were sure you’d let him fuck you for free, let him do it right now, maybe outside against the car in the very public garage.

It was someone clearing their throat that snapped you back to reality, especially since it wasn’t Wooyoung and it came from inside the car. You pulled away sharply, turning to look, while Wooyoung oddly let his head fall to your shoulder with a groan of defeat.

The screen was back on, the three of them still there and they were quite the sight. Hongjoong was closest to the screen, licking his fingers that still had some cum on them while Yeosang was sagged in his seat looking as blissfully fucked out as you did. You couldn’t tell whose cum Hongjoong was licking off, since Seonghwa was in the back, fixing his pants and clothes in disarray, but frankly it didn’t matter.

Not when Hongjoong stated, “you forgot to turn the camera off.”

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Taglist will be continued in a reblog!!

[mochinomnoms]

I can't stop having Jade thoughts so I'm gonna throw them at you.

I know people have talked about PTM yuu playing into Jade's dirty thoughts to get a rise out of him, but I really just... I can stop thinking of Yuu just giving Jade sudden and subtle compliments. Like they hear his thoughts and there's an insecurity he doesn't talk about and Yuu makes a comment to try to make him feel better. Or Yuu doesn't even have to be subtle in compliments. Maybe Jade did something different with his outfit or maybe is trying a new perfume to hopefully get Yuu's attention and Yuu didn't notice it but they overheard Jade's thoughts so they comment on it and Jade gets so happy.

Or Jade has thoughts of how he's trying to act cool or handsome but Yuu calls him cute or pretty instead. Like he wasn't expecting to hear that and now he's a blushy and having to hide away to get his act back together.

Also a kinds related but also not really thought. If Yuu ever comments how they can tell Jade's fake smiles vs his real ones how would Jade react? Luke his fake smile doesn't show teeth but his real one does or something. And if Yuu said they likes his real smile more or comments that his real smile is cute then what? Would he die?

Aaaaaa you can always send me Jade thoughts I love my darling Jade!!!

Would you all be surprised to hear that it's actually the sweeter things that make him fall further in love with Yuu and not just the more risque scenarios (tho he does love those too).

Jade as a character is always performing a certain way, not necessarily to please others but to get what he wants out of them. We can see it in other's perceptions in the game, his classmates know that Jade is just as unhinged as his brother and manipulative as Azul, but others don't. Trey thinks Jade is like him, trying to just placate situations and being a pushover to his housewarden and brother, when Riddle points out that it's very much not the case. Vil gets unsettled when Jade is able to perfectly perform every single task he's given, no matter how impossible. Even when his perfect image as a soft-spoken, polite man is shattered once others find out just how mean and condescending he is, there is still a general notion that he's capable, intimidating, and almost a miracle maker. In fact, he revels in how unsettled he makes others, finding it funny.

But he doesn't want Yuu to see him like that, he doesn't want them to be put off by him. But the reality is that they've already have been looking at that way, and it's been a whole year for them to develop their own notions of Jade as a person.

It's a deep insecurity he has regarding them, a fear that Yuu will never see past that image. Maybe it's why he has such vivid daydreams, ones skipping right over that roadblock and immediately turning into one where he's already won their heart, rather than fighting for it. He's a bit of a coward, he hates to admit it, the fear of not being capable for once stumping his development.

Of course, Yuu knows this, and as much as they don't want to admit it, they've grown fond of Jade the longer they hear his thoughts. He is so firm in performing a certain way, it's nice to hear how open he really wants to be with them. (It's also the fact that it's only with them he wants to be open with that makes them a bit pleased, even if they don't want to admit it.)

But it's a bit hard to do outwardly experience that when Jade is so firm on being be person he thinks they want, and the Seven know hat they won't make the first move, so they try what they can to pull him out.

"It's so rare to see you smile like that, I kinda wish you'd do it more."

"I like your hair when it's pushed back, makes you give off a different vibe...huh? What kind? Aaah, nothing important..."

"Come on, I see the gears turning in your head, you have a joke? Tell it, I don't mind!"

"I remember this! Epel's grandma really went all out with your clothes. Haha, you look kinda cute with that hat..."

It helps, Jade becomes less concerned about being a certain way around Yuu, but does become more preoccupied with trying to get them to say more things about him.

He's hoping, with how sweet their words are, that a slip of the tongue might bring out a confession. Yuu is hoping for the same. I suppose it's a matter of who will utter those three little words first.

[prongsiepotter]

sunbathing by the black lake | j. potter

summary: your childhood best friend james is being a little shit but in an endearing sort of way while showing his little acts of love

pairing: james potter x childhood bsf!reader

a/n: my first time writing on this blog!! i have a childhood friends to lovers playlist on spotify if anyone wants to listen to it bc i have a feeling it’s all i’ll write abt lol would really appreciate some feedback! enjoy x

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There's no way to explain how the energy shifts when James is around. It simply does. Just like how you can feel the sun beating down on you right now. Hence, you can sense his approach without as much as a glance at him, your gaze continuing to drift across the notes Remus left for you in the margins of your essay.

James knows that, of course, as he strides across the grass towards you. You have never really talked about it, but seeing how he can also just tell when you're about to enter a room he's in, you both have made it a habit to not announce your presence. There's just no need.

So when he plops down next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder like it's his birthright, neither of you is surprised. In fact, it’s just right. Like puzzles slotting in perfectly.

For a few minutes, the world consists of birds chirping, a warm breeze, and the distant laughter of a group of Hufflepuff girls sitting a few paces away. You flip the page and let out a huff of laughter. James chuckles, his voice low and right next to your ear as he says, "Wouldn't be Moony if everything he touches didn't have a chocolate stain on it."

"It's like he's marking his territory." You try to rub it off with your sleeve, but the smudge only gets bigger. You squint and hold the paper in front of you, trying to discern if it's that noticeable (it is) but with a shrug you decide you couldn't care less. The movement makes James' glasses slide down to the tip of his nose, and he leans forward to make a dramatic face at you as if you had done him deeply wrong. With a playful eye-roll, you push them back for him and get a signature James Potter smile in return.

"Cheers, love." He beams at you and retrieves a balled-up napkin from the inside of his robe before taking it off. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his white Oxford shirt to his elbows, placing the mystery napkin on your lap. You glance at it curiously. "Unwrap it," he says. "It's for you."

Doing as you're told, you perk up with excitement when the content reveals itself. "Effie sent them?" You hold up the mangled piece of apple crumble like it's the most sacred thing you have ever gotten to hold, which it is. James nods, smiling at your happy dance. "I love her apple crumbles. Thank you!"

"You love everything my mum bakes," he says while lying down on his side, right in front of you with his head propped up on his palm. There's a glimmer in his amber eyes.

You give him a pointed look.

"Because everything that lovely woman bakes is the most scrumptious and amazing thing to exist." You take a big bite from the apple crumble to prove your point and your eyes flutter close as you hum. "This is why we're friends, Potter," you say with a mouthful. "No other reason. This is it."

"Oh yeah?" You hear the amusement in the drawl of his voice. Then he cups the side of your face and you look down at him as he distractedly brushes off some crumbs from the corner of your mouth. He looks up at the sky. "That's a shame because this is the last time you will get anything my mum has baked."

James' gaze is still turned upward, giving the sky his utmost interest as if to check if it's still blue. You stare at him in bewilderment. "Are you insane? Why would you deprive me of Effie's food?"

"I wonder how the weather will be tomorrow," he responds flippantly, and you swear your eye twitches.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you say, narrowing your eyes at him. "I forgot you were satan's spawn."

James does not react. You don’t think he will even reply with the way how he’s squinting and examining the very much non-existent clouds in the clear sky. But then he looks at you like you had asked him to solemnly share his meteorology findings with you, and with undeserved earnestness he tells you, "I think tomorrow will be just as sunny as today."

You blink at him. Then give a long-suffering sigh. "I thought you cared about me."

"I do," James says, rolling over to lay on his back with his eyes closed. "Which is why I can't have you lose your mind over some flour and sugar. I'm doing us a favour. Preserving our friendship." He cracks an eye open to look at you. "We've been friends since diapers, not because of my mum’s food, but because I'm brilliant and extremely lovable. Get your facts straight, woman."

You toss the napkin at his face.

He laughs.

Glancing at the last piece of the apple crumble in your hand, you ask, "Do you want it?"

James shakes his head, looking fond. "You assault me and then offer me the last bite?"

"Force of habit," you say flatly. "I can take it back."

He chuckles and takes off his glasses, resting his arm over his eyes. "You can have it, love. Cheers."

You don't have to be told twice and pop it happily in your mouth. With his other arm, he sweeps the scattered pages aside and pats the spot next to him. "Sleep with me?"

You quirk a brow. "Trying to get into my knickers, Potter?"

A breathy laughter escapes his lips. "Are you offering?"

"You wish."

"Merlin, yes." He sighs dramatically as if all James Potter has known in this lifetime was the pain of longing. He grabs blindly for you and pulls lightly at the hem of your skirt. "A man can dream. But for now just nap with me, yea?"

You bat at his wrist but let him pull you towards him nonetheless. There was never any other option, really.

In the blink of a moment, you're nestled into James’ side. His arm is cushioning your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair as he tells you his thoughts on a book he recently read because he knew you liked it. You listen intensely, enjoying the easy conversation and the sunlight warming your skin. The world feels peaceful, and it doesn't take long before sleep pulls you both into a cosy slumber.

[some-lost-fox]

So there was a Reddit post a while back, talking about Yuu's scars from overblots. So... How would the boys react to Overblot scars <3

Trigger Warnings:

Possible OOC for the boys, no beta, hurt (bcs scars) and comfort <3

Any other important info?: Yuu actively hides the scars

Heartslabyul (You are here!) - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

- In all honesty, Riddle at first didn't notice that his overblot caused more problems

- However, he did notice the fact you started to cover up your neck, but if he approached you with it, you just shrugged him off with "It's just getting really cold!"

- Gaslight, gaslight, gaslight, that was YOUR idea.

- Was the poor Riddle concerned about you? Absolutely. But was there anything he could do? Not really, he did his best to support you, even sometimes turning a blind eye to the dress code. (He did suffer teasing tho, but he was able to put people into their place)

- The problem sadly only got worse, with each overblot, more scars appeared. More clothes to hide them.

- Eventually, there was nowhere to run, lies ran out, and there was just the pure confrontation.

- It was in that moment, Riddle realized how much you were suffering. In silence.

- From scar around your neck (that you hesitantly chocked out with tears that was from him) to burn mark on your leg.

- He saw it all, and you felt awful. The secret was out, and you wanted to hide. He was never supposed to see.

- Yet he took your hand, held it softly, as if you were made of glass. There was sadness, and warmth in his eyes.

"I wish you told be this earlier. You matter to me. Please, don't hide this from me."

👑👑👑

Ace Trappola

- Ace sadly has a single braincell, which is shared with Deuce. And Grim.

- So, he absolutely did not realize that you got injured, not in the slightest.

- The random aah scarf you were wearing? He easily bought the 'I'm cold' excuse.

- But he noticed, or better said, he found out.

- It was just another boring class, when your sleeve ended up somehow scrolling up, and the nasty suction mark scar from Azul's overblot was perfectly visible on on it.

- You didn't realize until Ace snatched you by wrist, lied to Crewel that you were feeling sick and left the class.

- You were confused, as he was quiet, not saying a single word but dragging you into infirmary.

- He took a bandage, and wrapped it around the mark

- You realized what he noticed, and just as you were about to open your mouth, he hushed you.

"You got hurt because of me. I'm... Sorry. You better tell me if it happens again!!"

"Why should it happen again?"

"We have luck to get involved with overblots..."

♥️♥️♥️

Deuce Spade

- As mentioned, he shares his braincell with Ace, and Grim.

- Unlike Ace, however, he noticed something... odd, about you.

- Ever since Riddle's overblot, you started to wear a scarf... in fall?

- It reminded him of his mother, she also had the tendency to hide things from him.

- So when he asked, he was sad he got a lie as a response from you ("Just cold, don't worry")

- But he was willing to accept it, until the next Overblot with Leona.

- He immediately noticed the way you held your side, trying to stay calm and not show you were in pain.

- The second Leona was dealt with, he grabbed first aid kit, and immediately went to treat the wound.

- He was so shocked, as the wound was of magical property, no matter how the poor model student tried to help, the scars ended up forming - an ugly lion scratch.

- You wanted to cry, currently just from the pain

- Deuce held you close, letting you cry in his arms, not saying a word.

- After a while, you calmed down, and your eyes couldn't help but go to the ugly scar... Hatred slowly forming, not towards Leona, but towards yourself... You got wounded, aga......

"It shows you are brave, please, don't hate yourself over this. Makes you look strong."

♠️♠️♠️

Cater Diamond

- Cater LOVES taking photos, so when a scarf appeared around your neck, he thought it was a weird choice to wear

- "It's really fashionable where I'm from!" It was a lie, but Cater just accepted it

- But he did give you a side eye, each time your hands rubbed the scarf... Which happened suspiciously whenever Riddle was around.

- However, he wasn't stupid unlike the two first years that always got themselves into trouble

- However he thought there was a different reason for the scarf.... (and thought that you and Riddle were an item, oh boy he made so many rambling posts about that)

- Sadly, one day you were way too warm, and the scarf was killing you. So you just loosened it up, just a little bit more...

- And Cay-Cay just had a good (terrible) timing.

- "Come here! Let's take a photo together~ Cay-Cay and Prefect~"

- Snap, snap, snap.... you got dizzy from all the photos and flashes of the camera on his phone.

- Cater was checking the phones, being very picky about which he was going to choose (he wanted the prefect to look absolutely perfectly, because that's what you were to him)

- But then, in one of the photos, he saw it, the scar you were trying to hide. Clear mark from Riddle.

- Cater was shocked, and it made SO much sense. He pulled you close, a small hug, which caused you to be confused

"Why did you hide it?"

"Didn't want to make anyone worried."

"SMH. That's exactly what you just did!"

♦️♦️♦️

Trey Clover

- The Heartslabyul dad noticed you, very quickly.

- After dealing with Riddle's overblot, he noticed the next few days you were fidgety, and tried to dodge Riddle.

- The scarf was a big red flag. But any attempt at talking about it was met with you changing topics, or running away

- You would not talk about it. You didn't accept help. (What a headache...)

- So, he decided to help in a... unique way. Sweets. Tarts.

- Oh, he started to make way more, which did not escape Ace and Deuce, who were curious

- Too bad, they failed to get any information out of him. If you weren't going to tell him, he wasn't going to tell anyone else. He knew better than to break trust!

- So, even tho he didn't get to see the scar, he assumed there was one. And atleast, he was going to support you like this.

- So when you were relaxing, at the couch, and sipping a warm tea (while being covered in a clover-themed blanket you got from Trey) Trey decided to sit next to you

- He pulled you close, frowning a bit at the scarf around your neck (and a glove nowadays too, probably something from Azul's overblot...) but his gaze was... simply soft.

- He wasn't going to push you, he could wait.

"Whenever you are ready to share your secrets with me, know that I will be here, no matter what, you mean a lot to me."

🍀🍀🍀

[xomakara]

Roomies With Benefits

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You have no choice but to be roommates with San when there is a glitch in the leasing office’s system. The more time that you live together, the more that you both can’t help but want each other. PAIRING | San x Reader GENRE | non-idol!San, College AU, Roommate trope, fake dating trope, smut with some plot, protected sex (wrap it up everyone!), vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI LENGTH | 7,380 words TAGLIST | -- NETWORKS | AUTHOR’S NOTE | I would not mind living with San (or any of the other members) if there was a glitch in the system. LOL. Hope you all enjoy, reblog, like, comment~ Love you all ❤️

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"There has to be misunderstanding," You looked at the management team of your apartment complex. "There's no way that you could lease the unit to two people who signed two different leases at different times. Please tell me I'm not crazy."

"My system shows that both you and Mr Choi are on the lease..." The manager searched for something on his tablet. "I will double check with my secretary to confirm if everything is correct. We should have an answer by tomorrow afternoon. Until then, can you and Mr Choi share the unit?"

You shook your head. There was no way that you'd share the apartment with Choi San, the most popular guy on campus and your arch rival since freshman year. Okay, sure he was stupidly, insanely hot with a sexy brain to boot but he wasn't someone you would ever let into your personal space, much less share the same living space.

There was also the small fact that he was one of the most eligible bachelors at school and always getting girls all over him. He had dated many of them before they got tired of playing second fiddle to his social life or wanted to get closer to his family money. You had seen him flirting with women during lunch, talking to his other stupidly, insanely hot friends about how he couldn't wait to bang yet another girl later that night. Every time he turned around, some new girl was ogling at him and that infuriated you.

Not that you hadn't had your fair share of guys sliding into your DMs just because they were interested in you, trying to impress you with expensive gifts or showing up on campus with roses, candy and other 'cute' things just to see you smile and notice them. Sure you were the Queen Bee on campus, even with barely any effort on your part, but that didn't mean you needed everyone else telling you how pretty and desirable you were, did it?

No. You were perfectly fine being single, thank you very much.

But it seemed like this misunderstanding would force you to spend more time together. How terrible.

"Let's just share the apartment for one night." San spoke up, the manager giving him a small nod. "Tomorrow, we expect answers."

You walked out of the management office, a scowl on your face as you waited for the elevator. San was by your side, tapping his foot impatiently while keeping an eye on your reactions. You were tired and just didn't feel like arguing with him right now.

"Let's just get to the apartment and figure something out." San muttered next to you. "It's probably not a big deal."

You sighed. "If only it were that simple." You tried to find the quickest route to the apartment unit so you could get away from him.

The last thing you needed right now was to come across San and a lot of sexual tension going through the roof, only making you more irritable than you already were. You hated how badly you wanted him, hated yourself for reacting the way you did whenever he was near you. It was disgusting, embarrassing and it made you want to punch the wall.

Shit. This was bad. Really bad.

San noticed the look on your face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You said as you approached the front door and opened it. You looked at the boxes that littered the living room area, both yours and his mingled together in a weird mixture of feminine and masculine decor.

He sighed and followed you inside. "Are you sure you're okay? Everything seems fine to me. What's the problem?"

"We need to share this apartment tonight." You stated matter-of-factly. "That means I'll be sleeping here with you. By tomorrow, the whole campus is going to talk about how the Queen Bee and Alpha Male hooked up. No way can that happen. My reputation is on the line."

"And what do you care about your reputation?" He asked, walking towards you. You backed up against the door, causing him to stop.

"You know I care about my image." You snapped back. "Besides, I've worked too hard to maintain my social status for me to lose it because of a mistake."

His eyes narrowed as he took in your features. His nostrils flared slightly, his gaze darkening with every passing second. You knew what he was doing and you wished you could say something, stop him from approaching you and taking you against the door like a predator chasing down its prey.

Your heartbeat accelerated and your body started to react in ways you never expected, long buried desires resurfacing once again, feelings stirring deep within your heart.

If he touched you right now, you wouldn't fight him. You'd let him take you and fuck you into oblivion until neither of you could walk. All you cared about was his lips on your neck, his hands running along your hips and thighs, your fingers entwined with his. You'd be content to go slow and explore your bodies for hours, waiting for the moment when he finally plunged into you, thrusting hard and fast until you couldn't take anymore.

Instead, you were stuck with San, who was staring at you with his hot brown eyes, and even though he didn't touch you, the longing in his stare burned hotter than the fire raging behind his irises. You were powerless to do anything but stand there, watching him silently and hoping that he would finally make his move.

But he didn't. He turned away and gestured to the door of the bedroom. "Take the room. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. Hopefully, tomorrow we can find out why there was a mix-up and we won't have to worry about this shit anymore."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" You asked hesitantly. He glanced at you, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he stared at you intently.

"Yeah, take it." San nodded. "Despite all the things you hear about me on campus, I don't go around sleeping with women without their consent. Even you, Queen Bee. I respect that. Just take the room."

"Thank you." You breathed softly, thankful for his generosity and maturity. With a slight sigh, you walked towards the bedroom and closed the door behind you. You locked it and crawled onto the bed, pulling the blanket over your body and laying there for a few seconds before turning off the lights.

You lay on the bed for a few minutes, wondering what had gotten into San. Why did he suddenly act so mature? And was it really possible that you weren't imagining things earlier? Did he actually desire you as well?

It felt like a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders. Yes, maybe it was a mix-up and the leasing office really did mess up your contracts. Maybe, just maybe, everything would work out just fine.

With those thoughts filling your mind, you fell asleep quickly.

You woke up slowly, disoriented from the light pouring into the room. Your heart raced as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Slowly opening your eyes, you blinked several times, your eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar ceiling above you.

Getting up and unlocking the door to the bedroom to make your way to the kitchen, you looked at San's figure as he snoozed away on the couch. The covers were pulled up to his chin and his shirt was partially undone, exposing a sliver of chestnut skin.

For a moment, you just stood there and watched him sleep, the excitement from yesterday still lingering on your skin.

You started up the coffee machine, brewed a fresh pot and made your way to one of the boxes in the living one that had your clothes packed in. Careful to not wake San up, you closed the bathroom door behind you and locked it so that you could shower in peace.

After taking a quick shower, you dried yourself off and put on your clothes. You made your way back to the kitchen and poured yourself a cup of coffee, adding a spoonful of sugar to sweeten it a little. As you sipped on the delicious black liquid, you leaned against the counter and browsed on your phone. A minute passed before you heard the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, followed by a yawn.

"Good morning." San said with a soft smile as you poured him a cup of coffee and slid it towards him.

"Morning." You replied. "After you get ready for the day, let's go down to the leasing office and see what they say."

"Sure." He said as he gulped down half his coffee, eyes trained on your form as you took another sip. You knew exactly what was going through his head and you didn't think he was going to be able to hide it from you anytime soon. The expression on his face was clear evidence that he liked what he saw.

About half an hour later, you and San both made your way to the leasing office. Walking past the crowds of students that congregated outside the main building, you arrived at the office and entered the queue. After a short wait, you finally reached the front desk and signed your name on the sign-in sheet.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." The manager apologized again as he looked at you and San. "Unfortunately, there was a glitch in the system and I'm afraid that our records show that we mistakenly assigned you the same unit."

"There's no other units that are available? Not even in a different location?" San inquired, a frown etched across his brow.

"There's nothing left." The manager shook his head. "All the other units have already been filled by other students that are no longer living in the dorms, sorority or frat houses."

"When is the next available unit?" You asked, putting on your best poker face. "How long will it take for us to get one?"

The manager paused for a moment, seemingly torn between wanting to tell you that there wasn't another unit available and being worried about offending you by saying so. "I'm so very sorry but there won't be any available units until the next school year. You may have to find someplace else to live if you cannot accept that."

"That won't be necessary." San interrupted. "I'm sure Miss Y/N and I will figure something out."

"That's good." The manager gave you a sympathetic smile before looking back at San. "Well, if you need anything at all, please let me know. If you need help finding a new place, I'm happy to assist."

San nodded and gave the man a polite smile before turning towards you. "We should go. Let's head back to the apartment."

You followed him back to the elevator, ignoring all the curious glances that the both of you attracted. Some people didn't know why you two were sharing an apartment, others were just trying to catch a glimpse of San and you, others were already forming their opinions and thoughts of the two hottest people on campus and if they were really dating. Either way, everyone wanted to know the answers to these questions.

By the time you got to the apartment unit, the sun had almost set and nightfall was upon you. Both of you dumped your bags inside the apartment and decided to sit down on the couch.

"So..." San said, breaking the silence. "I guess we're going to spend our last year of university in the same unit..."

You nodded. "Yep."

"Let's try to work something out. Why don't you continue to stay in the bedroom and I'll stay on the couch for the time being?"

"I can't let you sleep on the couch forever, San." You protested.

"Then just let me stay in the bedroom until we find another solution." He suggested. "Unless you don't want to share the bed with me either?"

"I-I'm fine with sharing." You stammered out, avoiding eye contact with him. There was a nervous twitch dancing on the end of your lips as you felt your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" San asked, bringing your attention back to him. His eyes flickered from side to side, peeking at your lips before landing on your eyes.

"Oh...nothing." You mumbled, averting your gaze. "I can already hear the rumours..."

"Then why don't we just date?" San suggested. "At least to the public. No one will bat an eye if we said that we moved in together because after being a couple for a few months. But in private, we'll just be two roommates. Nothing more."

"Maybe...maybe we should do that." You murmured softly. Your cheeks grew redder and your voice was barely audible. You could feel your heart pounding loudly in your chest as your pulse raced in anticipation of what San would say next.

"I promise I won't touch you unless you ask me to." San said softly. "And I won't demand anything sexual from you."

You swallowed heavily, biting your lip as you met San's intense gaze. "You...you're sure?"

"Of course I am." He said firmly. "I don't want to pressure you into doing anything that you aren't comfortable with. So I'll leave it up to you."

Tilting your head to the side, you tried to decide how to respond. If this was truly the only option you had, then perhaps dating San would work out. “Okay, fine.” You sighed, giving in. “We’ll try it. But if I ever start feeling uncomfortable or I don’t want to date you anymore, you better not hold it against me.”

"Deal, now why don't we start unpacking?" San suggested, standing up and walking towards the bedroom. "This is going to be our home for the next year. Let's make it a nice home, okay?"

He was right. This would be your home for the next year and you should make the most of it. Putting aside your worries for the moment, you grabbed your bag and followed San into the bedroom. Once you had unpacked your stuff, you sat down on the edge of the bed while San sorted out the rest of his belongings. You both then moved to the living room and settled on opposite sides of the couch.

"I can already see the look on your friends' faces when we tell them that we're 'dating'. They probably think that we're crazy and that we're playing games. They'll see right through us." You remarked.

"Then should we practice on making it look real?" San asked. "Or is that asking too much?"

“I don’t think I have it in me.” You shrugged. “But if it makes you feel better…”

With a smile plastered across his face, San leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. It wasn’t overly romantic and it was brief, but it showed enough of his intentions to get you to agree to his plan. You hadn’t expected that kissing him would make you feel tingly inside, but your stomach fluttered as he pressed his lips to yours. You could taste the remnants of coffee on his tongue and you couldn’t help but pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Before you knew it, you found yourself pinned to the sofa by San, unable to move or resist his grip.

"Y/N..." San whispered hoarsely. "Do you want to stop this or...?"

"I...don't know..." You confessed, not wanting to lie. "We can keep kissing...but nothing else tonight."

He looked into your eyes, a brief smile gracing his beautiful lips. "Okay, I could deal with only kissing." He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the idea. "Though...if you change your mind, just give me a sign and I'll stop immediately."

Relieved, you smiled softly at San before nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'll let you know."

"Okay, then I'm going to kiss you some more." San purred, leaning in once again. "If you tell me to stop, I will."

His lips descended slowly over yours, igniting your body with passion. He tasted like coffee and mint toothpaste and he smelled amazing. His hands explored your waistline, slipping under the material of your shirt. All you wanted was to feel San’s skin against yours. To feel every inch of his muscular frame pressed against you. To inhale the scent of his cologne and bask in the warmth radiating off his body. With those thoughts in mind, you leaned forward and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him tighter against you.

Your kisses became deeper, your breathing erratic as you moaned louder than you intended. Your hips arched upwards, pressing against San's crotch. A small groan escaped his throat as you began kissing him harder, your breath hot and ragged against his ear.

You weren't aware that your fingernails dug into his scalp as you felt him push against you, trying to make you moan louder. "Y/N..." San moaned as you bit down on his earlobe, sending chills down your spine. "We should stop...while we can."

You lifted your head, panting heavily as you gazed at San. "Yeah, yeah we should stop." You agreed, trying to steady your heartbeat.

Damn, living with San was going to be interesting.

That night you laid in bed under the covers as you turned your head to watch San snoozed next to you on top of the covers. You stared at his sleeping form for several minutes before realizing that you were staring at him. You smiled softly as you layed back down, curling up beside him. After a few moments, San opened his eyes and gazed at you.

"Are you awake?" He asked quietly.

"Mmhmm, yes I am." You responded softly. "Hard to sleep with someone lying next to you isn't it?"

San rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. "It certainly can be." He murmured. "But I've been doing it for so long that I just kind of accepted it."

"I guess I haven't gotten used to having someone next to me yet." You commented with a small chuckle.

"The Queen Bee is not used to having someone next to her?" San teased. "How strange."

Shaking your head, you smiled. "No, not at all. I know I get plenty of male attention being the Queen Bee on campus but I just turn everyone down. I guess it's because I prefer spending my time alone. Besides, the guys who are attracted to me are creeps anyway."

"I'm attracted to you." San chuckled. "Does that make me a creep?"

"There's no way you're attracted to me, Choi San." You replied, shaking your head again. "I'm not exactly your type."

"Who says you're not my type?" He countered. "All the other girls that try to get into my pants? You don't think I notice you?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes at San's persistence. He was determined to prove his point, despite the fact that you still disagreed with him. "Look, I'm flattered that you think I'm attractive but-"

"No, Y/N." San interrupted. "Just hear me out. You're beautiful, smart and funny. Plus, you don't put up with any crap from anyone. Do you know how rare that is?"

For the first time since San spoke, you stopped to think about his words. "Am I really that special?" You asked.

"You're pretty damn special, actually." San admitted. "I don't know why you don't think you're attractive if half the student body and myself fall at your feet."

Laughing lightly, you shook your head. "I think I'd rather spend my time alone than get wrapped up in relationships." You decided. "Besides, I'm not interested in hook ups."

"You didn't say that when we kissed earlier." San pointed out.

"I-it was different!" You protested. "A kiss doesn't mean I want to have sex with you!"

San smirked. "Why did you kiss me then? Just to test the waters?"

Blushing bright red, you ducked your head low as San reached out and gently stroked your cheek. "Not necessarily..." You muttered, glancing away.

"Don't be embarrassed by what happened earlier." San said, placing a finger underneath your chin and lifting your head. "I liked kissing you and I know you like kissing me too. If you don't want to do anything else tonight, then that's fine with me. But you need to at least admit that there's something between us."

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you fought back the desire to lean forward and kiss him. "So what do you suggest we do instead?" You asked.

"Well..." San trailed off. "There is one thing I've always wanted to do with you."

"Oh?" You asked.

"Mmhm." San nodded. "I was hoping that maybe you'd let me kiss you again."

A grin tugged at the corner of your mouth as you watched San's face light up. "I'm not opposed to another kiss." You admitted. "But..."

"But?" San prompted.

"I was thinking..." You trailed off, trying to find the right words. "Maybe we could just go slow and enjoy each other's company."

San regarded you for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I can do that." He said. "Tonight's the first night we live together so it'll be the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other. We can take things easy and see where they lead us."

You placed a hand on San's cheek, tracing his soft features with your thumb. "I like the sound of that." You told him. "Now you can kiss me."

For the remainder of the night, you were lost in his kisses.

It had been several weeks since you and San started living together as roommates. In the comfort of your own home, the both of you led your private lives away from the prying eyes of others. Nowadays, the both of you would talk for hours on end about your day or complain about the latest episode of your favourite drama. You never thought that being able to converse with someone was such a relief, especially after a stressful week at work or class.

When the both of you were out in public together, you both played your parts as a couple convincingly. You'd hold hands with San, kiss him, blush when his hand slid lower than where it needed to be and even grab onto his arm whenever the conversation turned serious. Even San's friends were convinced that the both of you were dating and no one batted an eye when you came out of the bathroom in the middle of the party to hug San, accidentally brushing your breast against his arm or when he would wrap an arm around your waist to pull you close to him and kiss your forehead.

Friends would ask about your sex life but you clearly didn't have one. At least not yet. You were content spending the night in bed telling each other stories or just cuddling while watching television. Exchanging kisses every now and then but making sure to limit yourselves to making out and no further. It wasn't that you didn't want to have sex with San, it was just that you weren't ready for a relationship at this point in your life. Not to mention that you didn't want to rush into anything. If you took your time getting to know San better, it would make everything less awkward when the time finally came.

And then San's friend Wooyoung wanted to throw a small get-together at the apartment.

"Why does everyone want to throw a party here?" You complained as you walked into the kitchen. "Can't anyone take care of their own parties?"

"Scared that everyone will find out?" San teased you.

"How will they find out when our apartment has both of our stuff scattered everywhere?" You mumbled. "Our apartment literally looks like a couple. If anyone steps into the bedroom, I will murder someone."

San chuckled as he stood beside you, handing you a cup of tea. "I know you'd rather be curled up on the couch with a book but let's try to keep appearances up tonight. Okay?"

You sighed, taking the offered cup. "Fine."

Wooyoung had invited all of his friends and a few girls from the campus. Although you didn't want to mingle with the others, you did it for San's sake. But as the night progressed, you became increasingly bored. Most of the guys in attendance were there to ogle over the attractive women but San stuck close to you the entire time. The girls, on the other hand, kept flirting and vying for San's attention but he refused them all politely.

He only had eyes for you.

Sighing, you excused yourself from the room to use the restroom. After finishing your business, you left the restroon and tried looking for a seat but noticed that they were all taken. Everyone was drinking, eating, and conversing with each other. When San saw you standing there, he gestured you over to him, only to pull you into his lap.

"San!" You whispered, his hands resting on your hips.

"Shh...it's time to play house." San murmured huskily into your ear. "Need to keep up the charade."

You blushed deeply, glancing around at the amused stares of his friends. For the sake of San, you accepted his invitation to stay seated on his lap. At first, it seemed innocent enough, but soon you could feel San running a hand up and down your back, his soft fingers caressing your bare thigh. The tips of his fingers slowly inched higher until they brushed against the bottom of your skirt.

"San..." You whispered again, surprised by his sudden boldness.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He breathed into your ear. "Please? I really want to kiss you right now."

Your breath hitched in your throat, knowing full well what he meant. Not that you were opposed to kissing San, you enjoyed the feel of his lips pressed against yours whenever you got the chance. But he'd never made a move on you like this before in public. Sure, you'd gotten hugs and a quick peck on the cheek from him for appearances sake but none of those kisses made your heart race like this.

"What do you think?" San whispered, pulling back from your ear long enough to meet your gaze.

"In front of everyone?" You questioned quietly.

"Baby, we need to give them a show so they can get up and leave the apartment." He reasoned. "Besides, I've been thinking about kissing you this whole day. And you looked so sexy today, dressed in that short skirt and that tight, sexy top. So yes, in front of everyone is exactly where I want to be kissing you."

With a soft sigh, you reluctantly nodded. "Alright, let's give them something to watch."

Slowly, San pulled you closer, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck, gently holding your head still. Then, with his mouth just inches away from yours, San whispered, "Kiss me, Y/N."

You closed your eyes and lowered your head, offering your lips to San without hesitation. In return, San captured your lips in a gentle kiss that melted your insides and made you gasp. Your mouths remained connected, devouring each other with lustful desire. There was no hesitation, no inhibitions; it was purely a display of raw lust and intense passion.

The way he held you, tenderly caressing your back, sending goosebumps all over your body and the pressure of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine. All you wanted to do was to run your fingers through his messy, black hair and slip your arms around his neck, begging him to touch you wherever he pleased.

As if reading your mind, San broke the kiss, grinning as he rested his forehead against yours. "Well, are you satisfied?"

Hearing San speak like that caused your cheeks to burn red. "You could say that." You replied, a little breathless.

"Good." San grinned, lightly running his fingers down your side.

You heard a cough and you both looked up to see Wooyoung staring at the two of you with a smug grin on his face. "Sooooo, is this the cue for us to end the party and go home so that ya'll can fuck each other senseless? Because that's what I'm hearing."

San chuckled lightly as he rose to his feet, pulling you along with him. "Yep, I guess that is what we're doing. Time to shut the party down. Y/N is feeling tired."

"Tired, my ass." Wooyoung sneered, eyeing the two of you with amusement. "You guys are just horny. Look how the two of you can't keep your hands off of each other."

"Once you get a taste of pussy, you can't get enough of it." San commented and you couldn't help but bury your head in his shoulder out of sheer embarrassment. You looked up at San and he grinned down at you.

"Alright, folks. Party is over." You announced. "Go home so that I can have my boyfriend all to myself. Bye!"

You smiled brightly as you waved goodbye to everyone. Soon, the apartment was empty except for the two of you and it felt nice to finally be alone with San again. As soon as you sat on the couch, San's hands grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you closer to him.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, baby." San whispered in your ear, making your heart flutter uncontrollably. "All of these people aren't here to judge you. We can enjoy ourselves in our own little world."

He stroked your leg softly, trailing his fingers down the edge of your skirt.

"It feels good to not have to act like we have a charade going on." You murmured, smiling up at San.

"Why don't we make this charade real then?" San gave you a mischievous smile, unbuttoning your tight shirt and letting it fall to the floor. "Why don't we live in reality instead of this fantasy that we're putting on for everyone else?"

"San...what are you-"

But before you could finish your sentence, San reached up and cupped your face with his hands, giving you a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless. Once he released your lips, you stared up at him with wide eyes. "Baby, I don't want to just kiss anymore. It's so hard for me to control myself around you. I want to throw you over the couch, tear your clothes off and fuck you until neither of us can move anymore."

"I know you want it too, Y/N. It shows in the way you look at me sometimes." San admitted, leaning down to give you another gentle kiss. "When you kiss me sometimes. When you wear these sexy clothes and don't think I'm not paying attention to you. I pay attention, I pay so much attention that I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you're screaming my name. I want you, baby. More than I ever thought possible. I want to lose myself in you. Take you any which way I please. Make you scream my name so loud that everyone within earshot knows who you belong to."

Fuck, you wanted this man. So bad that you ached in places that you never knew existed. Your body hummed with pleasure as you moaned against San's lips. "And why hold it in?" You whimpered, raising your hand to trace the outline of San's jawline.

"Because you're a queen that deserves to be treated like one." San growled, slowly slipping his tongue into your open mouth. "And if my queen wanted to wait and take things slow, then I would respect her wishes. I would wait until she wants me inside of her, filling her with the sweet warmth of my love."

You gasped as his warm tongue slid over yours. His kiss was different from the ones you shared in the past. Now, it wasn't as if you two were strangers; there was an unspoken connection between you two that grew deeper with every passing second. "And now?"

"I want you, Y/N. I want you more than anything in this world." San rasped. "Tonight, I want you in ways that I haven't even imagined before. You've made me realize that there are a lot of things I've never experienced in life, and now that I have you, I plan on experiencing everything."

Your heart swelled in your chest as you gazed at San with longing. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against San's once again, wanting nothing more than to be in his embrace forever.

This. Was. It.

"I want you too." You mumbled against his lips. "Every part of you, San."

A single hand ran through your hair, tugging gently while the other caressed your cheekbone. Your hands grasped the sides of his shirt, gently pulling it upward until it fell to the floor with a thud.

"Oh God, baby." San moaned as you kissed your way down his neck, leaving a trail of fire-like kisses along his collar bone. When you finally stopped teasing him, you placed your palms against his muscular stomach and ran them downward until you reached the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, you unzipped his pants, revealing his hard length for the very first time.

"San...you're so beautiful." You breathed, caressing his shaft with trembling fingers. "I've always loved the way you smell, but seeing you with your pants undone, sporting a cock so big and thick in front of me has made me a complete mess."

He groaned as you took his dick into your hand, admiring the thickness and length of it. It was perfectly shaped and there was a huge vein pulsating down its center, stretching out towards the tip of his erection. His dick was so perfect, so breathtaking, that you had a difficult time keeping yourself from taking him into your mouth and sucking on it.

Instead, you cupped his balls in one hand and began massaging them with the other, causing him to groan even louder.

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" He asked in between pants.

"Is it working?" You teased.

"Yes..." He muttered through clenched teeth. "More, baby. Please, give me more."

His words fueled your already raging desire for him. You squeezed his balls harder, eliciting a low moan from him. You dropped to your knees and started to pull his underwear down until they pooled at his ankles. San threw his head back, moaning louder as your mouth descended upon his cock, tasting the salty essence of pre-cum as you engulfed the entirety of him in your mouth.

"You're such a good girl." San moaned, running his hands through your hair as you pleasured him. "So eager to please. So eager to swallow my cum, just like you swallowed all of me. That's it, Y/N. Suck it like you mean it. Suck it like you fucking love it."

Breathing heavily, you licked the head of his dick, humming as you continued to suck on him. The taste of him was intoxicating, addicting, almost like drinking your favorite cocktail. Each time you slid your mouth further down, taking him deeper into your throat, you felt yourself getting lost in his intoxicating scent.

Soon, you found yourself drooling over the sight of his dick sliding between your lips. And as you looked up at him with hooded eyes, you noticed the way he looked at you. Like you were his entire universe. Like you were meant to be his.

"Please..." San whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Take it all."

You hummed against him, continuing to stroke him in a circular motion with your hand as you kept up with your ministrations with your mouth. You could feel him getting close to climax, so you slowed down, taking his dick out of your mouth. "Cum for me, San. Coat my throat with your cum."

You wanted him to cum so badly. You wanted him to fill your mouth with his semen so that you could drink it down greedily. "Let it flow, San. Let it all flow down my throat."

A few seconds later, you heard San release a strangled gasp. A second after that, he flooded your mouth with his cum, shooting stream after stream down your throat.

It didn't matter if you weren't prepared for it. All that mattered was that San came, and that he did it because of you.

As he pumped out the last of his semen into your mouth, you felt the vibrations in his dick as he became still. A moment later, you took the head of his dick into your mouth, sucking the remaining cum off of him. Then, you raised your head and looked up at San, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath.

"Did I do good?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as you watched him carefully.

"You blew me away, baby." San chuckled, reaching out to touch your cheek. "And now I really want to fuck you."

"Mmm, okay." You nodded. "That sounds like a great idea."

With a wicked grin, San wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up off the ground, carrying you over to the bedroom. Once he laid you down on the bed, he climbed atop you, kissing your forehead, his hands pulling off the last of your clothes. After that, his lips followed their path southward, lingering against your skin as his mouth moved down to tease your breasts.

Once his lips latched onto your nipples, he began sucking gently on them, occasionally releasing them to circle around them with his tongue. At the same time, his fingers began circling around your core, his thumb dipping between your folds and pushing into you with soft, tender strokes.

"Ahh..." You cried out as your entire body began to tingle. "S-San!"

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." San murmured against your breast. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

Gathering all of your courage, you pulled his face upwards and locked eyes with him. "Do whatever you want with me, San. Do whatever you need to do to get you off. Fuck me however you want. But please...fuck me hard."

At the sound of your begging, San laughed softly and said, "Well, when you put it that way...you make it very difficult to refuse."

Grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer, he ripped it open with his teeth, using his other hand to roll it down his throbbing member. Soon enough, he positioned himself between your legs and settled himself on top of you, sinking into your wet heat with one thrust.

It was the best feeling you'd ever experienced. Being completely filled by this man. This man who you desperately wanted to claim as your own.

San grabbed your wrists, pinning them over your head as he started to pump his hips, slowly. "God, you feel amazing." He grunted. "You're so tight around me. So hot. So fucking hot. I can't believe that I'm finally here, buried deep inside of you. Your pussy is tighter than I could have ever dreamed of. How is that even possible?"

"Fuck, San..." You panted, rocking your hips underneath him. "Keep going."

"Okay." San replied, smiling as he pushed into you harder. "You want it harder? Okay, I'll give it to you."

One of San's hands went to your hip, gripping you tightly as he slammed into you. His other hand gripped your hair, bringing your face closer to his as he bit down on your shoulder. "Fuck, baby." He whispered. "Your tits look amazing bouncing in the air."

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" He whispered, pushing into you even harder. "Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Ahhh..." You cried out. "I like this, San. Just keep doing this. Keep doing exactly what you're doing."

His lips left your shoulder and traveled to your ear where he nibbled lightly on your lobe. "I love the way you say my name." He murmured, brushing his nose across your cheek. "It's so sexy. So, so fucking sexy."

He then trailed kisses down your neck, pausing to kiss and suck your collar bone as he continued to plunge into you. Before long, he was running his lips back up to your ear, whispering against it. "Y/N, are you ready for me to take you to heaven and back? Because I am. I am right now. As soon as you let go, I'll take you to paradise and fuck you until we both pass out from exhaustion."

"Oh god, San..." You whimpered, tightening your thighs around him. "Take me there. Take me to paradise. Don't stop fucking me. Never stop fucking me. Don't you dare stop fucking me."

"Never." He agreed, running his hand over your ass as he increased his pace, slamming into you over and over again. "I don't ever plan on stopping."

"Yes, yes, yes!" You screamed, burying your head into the pillow beneath you as San increased his speed yet again. You dug your nails into the mattress as you panted loudly, attempting to regain your breath. "San, oh god, San!"

"Cum for me, baby." He panted against your ear. "Can you cum for me?"

"Yes!" You cried out, arching your back and grabbing hold of the sheets, wrapping your fingers around them. "I'm coming! Oh god, I'm coming!"

A few seconds later, San's entire body stiffened and his dick began pulsating inside of you. For a brief moment, his cock twitched as he held onto you for dear life before the orgasm hit him and washed over him. He fell forward onto your chest, gasping for breath as you clung to him. When he caught his breath, he pulled out of you, sitting upright on the bed next to you and pulled the condom off of his dick. With a small smile, he tossed it onto the floor, then collapsed beside you, spooning you from behind.

After several minutes, you finally recovered from your near death experience and opened your eyes. You smiled softly as you saw San lying naked next to you.

"Hey." He murmured, brushing his fingertips along your arm. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You assured him, snuggling into him.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" San asked, stroking your arm with his thumb.

"No, you didn't hurt me." You giggled. "Actually, it felt pretty damn amazing."

"I'm glad." San sighed. "And to think that we've been living together all this time and haven't done this. We definitely need to remedy that situation."

You couldn't help but laugh as you pressed a kiss to his lips. "And how do you propose we do that?"

"Anytime, anywhere." San grinned. "I don't care. As long as it involves you and me and lots of sex."

"Oh, we can definitely work with that." You giggled. "Speaking of which...I'm kind of curious about something."

"What's that?" San asked, running his hand up and down your thigh.

"Now that this whole thing has happened...are we still playing pretend or...?"

"We're not pretending anymore, Y/N." San interrupted you. "From now on, you're mine and I'm yours."

You swallowed nervously. "Yours?"

"I'm saying that we're together, baby." San explained, pulling you in close. "For real this time. No more games. No more pretending."

You smiled softly, resting your head against San's chest. "That makes me really happy, San."

"Now that that's settled," he murmured against your neck, "how about we get this night started again? Because I know I can't wait any longer to fuck you again."

"San!" You let out a laugh as you squirmed in his arms. "Don't you dare."

"...Too late." San smirked as he slid into you. "I told you that I wouldn't stop until I fucked you again. And I meant every word."

And he certainly wasn't kidding.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 8: Free use with Ramattra

fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains: dom/sub dynamics, omnic superiority kink slightly? if that's a thing?, one spank

Humming to yourself softly, you wash up the few dishes in the sink idly as you daydream. So deep in your daydream in fact that you don't hear the hulking footsteps of the omnic who appears behind you. Wrapping his huge arms around your waist, you jump at the contact to which he hums, uninterested.

"It's only me." he states, as you're still holding a plate. You laugh softly and start to clean it, before your hips are moved towards him, forcing you to be bent over the sink slightly.

"I have had a...testing day." he remarks, flipping up your skirt and causing you to gasp. He quickly moves his thick fingers over your clothed pussy, aiming to get you wet as quickly as possible.

You and Ramattra have a deal, something that benefits you both in your non-conventional relationship. He's allowed to use you whenever he wishes, as long as you don't use the safeword, to satisfy his frustration, desires or curiosity. In return, you get to be railed when you least expect it, being turned on by never knowing quite when the mood will strike your lover.

"Now?" you ask breathlessly.

"Yes." he replies bluntly, the agitation of the day's events clearly weighing heavy on his mind as slips his fingers and fingers you. The feeling of his thick digits is always heavenly, as small noises spill from your parted lips. But it isn't enough, he knows what he needs, what he's been thinking about the whole way home.

He pushes your underwear to the side and sinks it in, making your arch a little and nearly drop the plate, to which he tuts.

"Now now pet, don't be sloppy." he chastises, but the slight glitch in his voice modulator shows how much he needs this. He pulls out before roughly thrusting back in, causing you to shakily place the plate on the drainboard. Feeling the rhythm of his thrusts, you grip the edge of the sink, but he laughs coldly and slaps your ass.

"No, continue your work. The kitchen still needs to be clean despite me using you."

Whimpering at his instruction, you gently start to wash some utensils while you try not to react to his brutal thrusts in your cunt. Every stroke of his cock in your cunt makes your eyes nearly cross; you remember the day well when Ramattra came home with his new attachment, perfectly modeled to your favourite dildo. Now though, it's hard to concentrate on anything but having your insides rearranged.

Still, you persevere, cleaning the last few dishes as your lover fucks the frustration out of himself. When you're done, you grip the sides of the sink yet again and start to enjoy the pleasure, the feeling only he can give you.

"You did well, doing what you're told." he praises, sneaking a hand round to play with your clit. You moan and tighten around him, happy to have his approval.

He seemingly likes your reaction, since he speeds up his hips and keeps rubbing circles on your core. He never gets tired of seeing you in ecstasy, curious as to how the human form reacts to differing touches and sensations. Being with you made him understand why humans spend so much of their lives in the bedroom, purely from the visual side, let alone the sensations now his wires are connected to a more...sensitive appendage.

He uses his other hand to keep a bruising grip on your hip, moving it a little to assess the damage. "You humans bruise so easily, it would be endearing if it wasn't so pathetic."

You feel yourself get more wet at his demeaning words, never hiding the fact that whenever he spoke of omnic superiority, you felt more submissive and needy for him. His hand stroking up and feeling the way your back arches, driving himself into you over and over again.

Feeling your orgasm building, you beg him for permission, hoping it'll please him since he didn't demand it of you.

"Good girl, begging for what you want. Yes, yes you may make a mess on me. Make a mess on your superior.”

You nearly chip your nails with how hard you grip onto the sink as you cum over his cock, whimpering as Ramattra pulls your hair so he can observe your face. As you come down from your high, you feeling your thighs shake as he turns you around.

"And make a mess you have, I think you should clean it up." he demands, gently pressing your shoulders to encourage you to get on your knees.

You know what's expected of you as you take him in your mouth, sucking and tasting your pussy juice on your tongue. As you bob your head, feeling the omnic's hand gently stroking the back of your head, you know that despite the unusual circumstances of your relationship, there was truly nowhere else you'd rather be than on your knees in your kitchen, servicing Ramattra's cock.

[dunmeshistash]

My post about animal loving in Dungeon Meshi got a lot of traction (and I'm very happy so many people resonated with it) but I did leave out details that were too specific to the personal situation of the characters since I wanted to write something that was easy to understand by someone that had only seen up to that episode, since the episode about Senshi's past wasn't out yet, and because I wanted to focus on that subject as it related to that scene.

Ofc Senshi's relationship to Anne was more complex, he named her after the pony his party had to eat and he probably saw Anne the pony in the Anne the Kelpie, I think that would fit better in a Senshi analysis than an Anne the Kelpie analysis. There's also the fact that even tho Laios *knows* monsters are unpredictable and wild he thought he could control Kensuke which backfired during the dragon fight.

But those details I don't think added much to my line of thought, the way people justify why they think an animal is special varies a lot and can be rooted in past trauma, but the complexity of the relationship is one-sided. Not to say you can't have complex feelings about an animal, as long as at the end you understand them and their needs.

The Laios thing wasn't quite the same but it was also part of our relationship to animals tbh, I was analyzing it thru a lens of love and Laios does love Kensuke as an animal, but he also thought it was an animal he could control, which I also think it's human nature, he thought since he "understood" Kensuke he could control it, but he says so himself, he doesn't know how monsters think.

I think this one relates more to people that have so much experience with an animal that they forget wild animals are still unpredictable, a "perfectly trained" Lion is still capable of biting your head off even if it didn't the last 100 times.

I really enjoy how Laios reacts to it after he suffers the consequences tho

He never takes it personally when he suffers because of a monster, even towards the Red Dragon he never reacts in anger as if he needs to "take revenge" on the dragon and even tho Kensuke "betrayed" him he still feels sorry when he thinks he might have harmed him later on.

The thing he says about trying to find an use to living monsters reminds me of another Kui work. it's a great read and made me think a lot, chapter 8 from 'the dragon school is on top of the mountain' (Another option if you can't open mangadex)

This got longer than I intended and I'm not going anywhere with it, I just love animals and talking about loving them.

[narutouzumakiarchive]

I decided to use this post as a launching pad to compile a semi-comprehensive list of Naruto feelings for Sasuke being talked about from the perspective of other people. There are more scenes that I didn't include, like my favorite scenes of Sasuke himself trying to get Naruto to define the nature of his feelings, but the collage was already getting lengthy. Sasuke will be getting his own post soon.

My top 3 moments:

3. Naruto easily getting riled up at the mere mention of Sasuke and proclaiming he would do anything to save Sasuke, giving us the "This obsession is absurd" moment (Chapter 288: Feelings...?). I love the way Sasuks elicits passionate responses in Naruto even when he's not there. Everything from the black panel indicating a serious mood, to Sakura acknowledging Sai can push Naruto by mentioning Sasuke, to Naruto's stark seriousness makes this moment perfect.

It's interesting how we get an exact repetition of this scene just a few chapters prior, except with Sakura going the extra mile and inflicting physical violence on Sai for disrespecting Sasuke (Chapter 286: Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura), and yet Sai only calls out Naruto's feelings as an absurd obsession. At this stage, Naruto and Sakura were "evenly" keeled in their displays of love for Sasuke. This is way before Sakura gives up on Sasuke in the 5 Kage Summit and attempts to kill him, and yet Naruto's feelings are treated as taboo, but a bit more on this later.

2. I'm cheating, but I'm going to group 2 moments together because they're connected. Naruto frantically begging to save Sasuke and being told his concessionary behavior is taboo, and the the shinobi world doesn't suffer fools (Chapter 457: The Gokage Summit Commences..!!) There's something so painfully tender and vulnerable about Naruto yearning and begging on his knees for Sasuke's life to be spared. I love the desperation and passion of it all. Naruto was indirectly called weak, someone who could easily be trampled on. And yet, he chose to find strength in his his love for Sasuke despite it all.

Naruto's actions are called taboo (interesting word usage) and posed as contrary to the virile shinobi world. Naruto is straight up told his actions are not friendship. So there's an element of romantic subtext, but even more significant is the fact that the scene is a sort of meta commentary on the fanbase at the time. In the arc prior to this, Naruto was straight up willing to work Pain, even before he'd revived the many villagers he'd killed. Yet, it was Naruto's decision to fight for Sasuke that fans drew the line at.

Comparatively, Sasuke's actions at this point in time were inconsequential. He'd certainly vowed to destroy the village, but words are different from actions, and Pain had also done the same as a member of the Akatsuki. But the Pain arc and its resolution are regarded as the peak of the series, while the 5 Kage Summit and Naruto's actions during it are hated. And while there's the element of dudebro fans disliking characters because they don't mindlessly fawn over the MC, there's also the fact that Naruto didn't react to Sasuke in the violent and aggressive way they wanted him to.

With Pain, Naruto fans could boast that even though Naruto emphasized with him, he still gave him a beat down first that forced Pain in a position to listen. But Naruto's actions were contrary to the way A and Naruto fans thought he should have behaved. Naruto rejected the "action and power" that A said engendered respect in the shinobi world, to lie prostrate and beg for Sasuke's life. And even when Naruto agreed to fight, Kishimoto invoked tenets of Romeo and Juliet style shinju, or double-suicide [more on this (here), (here), (here), (here), and (here)], and had Naruto talk about his desire to understand Sasuke in the after life.

The 5 Kage Summit is just perfectly written and dense with meaning. And I love the build of Naruto's feelings being regarded as taboo and not meant for a world that doesn't indulgently suffer fools to Naruto being willing to reject the world if push came to shove and being okay with it as long as he could understand Sasuke and remove the "bridge" between them.

And I love how the scene of A chastising Naruto coheres with Jiraiya imploring Naruto not to chase Sasuke and go down the tragic path of self-righteous fools (Chapter 237: Fool...!!). Naruto wasn't able to fully understand the paradoxical nature of Sasuke's feelings, a love so strong that it needed to be extinguished, but Naruto was still willing to defend Sasuke and fight destiny by remaining a fool his entire life. It's such an iconic scene.

1. Tayuya asking if Sasuke was that important and calling Shikamaru and Naruto "homos" (Chapter 202: Three Wishes). This is about the closest we get to an explicit textual acknowledgment of Naruto being gay. It's such a good and underrated scene because Tayuya directs this to Shikamaru as well, but Skikamaru is dismissive and explains to Tayuya what he explained to his comrades at the start of the mission, that his actions were out of obligation to a Konoha comrade (Chapter 183: The Promise).

For Shikamaru and the other non-Naruto members of the Sasuke rescue team, their mission was a function of their duty to Konoha. There were no personal stakes, and Shikamaru, in particular, didn't even like Sasuke. But Naruto's devotion was a matter of intense emotional investment. In fact, the word Tayuya used to ask if Sasuke was important (大切) and base her accusations of gayness on Naruto and Shikamaru was repeated in the same arc, not even 30 chapters later, as the title of the chapter where Naruto finally confronts Sasuke and VOTE 1 officially starts (Chapter 217: For The Most Precious). And it was a part of an ongoing theme of Naruto and Sasuke being singled out as special to each other.

I mean, it speaks for itself; It couldn't be clearer. SNS fans are repeatedly antagonize for not understanding normal friendship, but from a narrative standpoint, if you want to portray something as normal, you just do. There are countless stories in which comrade loyalty is treated straightforwardly. You DO NOT accomplish that by having other characters repeatedly question that level of devotion, and you especially don't accomplish that by having other characters refer to that level of devotion as "unusual," "unmanly," and "taboo."

And I find that Kishimoto's treatment of Naruto and Sasuke's bond aligns with the fact that he's also referred to them as heretics. It's perfectly in line with a Naruto who's feelings for Sasuke were treated as odd, and a Sasuke who's feelings for Naruto were such a threat that Orochimaru conspired to tear them apart. I see why even Kishimoto had a difficult time putting their bond into words.