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part two: taedros twodros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee
“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”
🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨
taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”
“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”
“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”
“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”
if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 
the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...
sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.
“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.
taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”
you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.
“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 
“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.
“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”
“but you like her tits.”
“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”
“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”
taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?
the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.
nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 
but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.
would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?
“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”
you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.
what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.
“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.
you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”
“what? what do you mean, what?”
“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”
“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”
the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.
“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.
“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”
you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?
“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”
“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.
“yeah.”
another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”
your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 
and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.
“would you want me to do it?”
taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 
“what?”
taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”
“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”
“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”
“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.
taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”
you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”
“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”
you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?
“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”
“okay,” you cut him off softly.
taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”
you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”
taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”
the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.
“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.
you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...
a black, lace thong.
they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.
“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”
“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”
“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.
“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”
“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.
“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”
you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”
he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 
“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”
“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 
“thanks,” he echoes. 
“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.
“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”
“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”
his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.
“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”
“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”
“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...
you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”
“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”
just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”
you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.
your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.
he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”
your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..
taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”
you shake your head. 
“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.
“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.
he grins. “yeah. i do.”
“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”
“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”
“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”
taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”
you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”
“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”
you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).
all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?
and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?
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instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)
word count: 2.2k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi
The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend. 
You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far. 
But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing. 
But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway. 
That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.
“Want one?” he asked.
“What is it?”
“Grilled ham and cheese.”
You nodded. “Hit me.” 
He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours. 
“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally. 
“Oh, I don’t live here.”
“Are you a pledge then?”
“No.”
“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”
“Nope.”
“Are your friends?”
“Nah.”
“So you’re just…”
“Stealing their food? Kind of.”
You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”
He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.” 
You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent. 
“English?” you asked.
“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”
You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”
“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”
“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.
“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.” 
“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”
“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”
He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink. 
“Thank you!”
“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.” 
“Yes, chef.” 
He gave you a look, making you freeze in place. 
“What? Should I not call you that?”
“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.” 
“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted. 
“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.” 
“Only the majority?” 
He winked at you. “Bingo.”
“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?” 
“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”
“Jisung. Nice name.”
“Thanks. Do you have one?”
You grinned. “I do.”
He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”
You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret. 
“You have a nice name too.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”
You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
“Good?”
“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. 
“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.” 
“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.” 
“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”
“Make me a drink, then?” he asked. 
“Gladly.” 
You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge. 
“Let’s see what they have in here.”
“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?” 
“Guess that makes us partners in crime.” 
You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out. 
Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila. 
“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained. 
He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”
“Fine, suit yourself.” 
You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed. 
You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”
Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”
You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him. 
“Sorry, wanted to check.”
“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused. 
“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”
“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”
“I take everything seriously.” 
He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.” 
-
That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.
You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you. 
“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.
“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.
“Uh-”
“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”
“You what?”
“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up. 
You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself. 
“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”
“Jisung, I-”
“I asked you a question.”
“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”
“That makes it better?” 
“No, I just thought you should know.”
“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”
You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.” 
Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”
“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” 
For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it. 
“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction. 
It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair. 
He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence. 
“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”
“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right. 
“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”
You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.” 
“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped. 
You swallowed hard, choking a bit. 
“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”
“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”
“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”
“Oh my god!”
“Am I wrong?” 
You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”
“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.” 
“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned. 
“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.” 
Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”
“I know but he was drunk.”
“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.” 
You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway. 
“I know.”
“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?” 
“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”
“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.” 
You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet. 
You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to. 
“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
“O-okay,” you mumbled. 
Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.
“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.” 
You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly. 
“Oh, and a word of advice-”
“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together. 
“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”
hard one to write (and i imagine to read) but lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!
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On Curiosity, Killing & Cats
[illustration: @nnenteyn-new // telegram // bootsy]
Rating: E | Words: 4,502 | Pairing: BxL
@dnkinktober Prompt: Humiliation/Degradation (Day 7)
Summary:
A is dead, and Roger insists that allowing B to succeed as L is dangerous. The first generation of Wammy’s project is at an impasse and L is - was - curious.
Read on AO3 or under the cut. I hope you enjoy!
Author's Note:
This is technically my first attempt at fanfiction not written specifically for this rp blog. It's also my first time writing L and sharing any smut I've written publicly although I'll be honest, this ended up more plot-heavy than I anticipated and it's relatively tame compared to my private stuff.
All that said I want to thank @ourflagmeansdeathnote @dykelawlight @lightyaoigami @neallo and @brothercrush for being fantastic writers/artists themselves and inspiring me to put myself out there! (And all the other great creators in the dn fandom, I will look desperate and uncool if I tag all of you)
This is an uncomfortably long stretch of silence, even for L.
He observes Backup through the cracks of his sugar-dusted fingers as he busies himself with an assortment of pastries on a serving cart, inspecting and then devouring each with the practiced efficiency of an assembly line.
Honestly, L expected him to say something first.
Backup's file describes him as 'extroverted, energetic and talkative', but he hasn't spoken. He is maintaining eye contact. A little too well, actually. Paired with that flat expression, it's all a bit disconcerting...though L is not entirely unaware that others might think similarly of him.
L gulps down a mouthful of frosting and pushes the cart toward B, who is seated on the other side of Roger’s desk.
"Would you like some?" he asks, mid-chew.
Backup does not break eye contact, but he does finally speak.
"Why are you here?"
His tone is light and mildly curious, as if L were an acquaintance he bumped into at the grocery store.
L could ask himself that very same question. He did not have to be here, he did not particularly want to be here, yet he had indeed chosen to be here.
"These are extenuating circumstances."
B tilts his head. "You mean now that A's dead?"
Straight to the point.
Still, Backup’s flippant attitude does little to remedy the atmosphere.
A, the first child taken into Wammy’s House, has committed suicide at the tender age of 18.
L is not much older than them, and yet…
"Now that you are next in line to take over as L in the event of my death," he clarified.
"There is some debate about whether or not that should remain the case."
Backup is quick to open his mouth, although he doesn't seem all that surprised - before he can start, L lifts a manila folder pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
"I read your file."
B averts his eyes with a pout. "Oh, that…"
"…Well, it makes sense you'd want a well-behaved successor. The whole point of being a detective is to lock up people that break the rules, after all."
L shifts in his seat and wedges his thumb into the corner of his mouth.
It's a ridiculous oversimplification - Backup can't be serious, so is he…mocking him?
"…Is that the point?"
"I dunno, I'm not a detective. You tell me. Is it acceptable for L to break the rules?"
Yes, B is definitely mocking him…but with enough subtext to pique L's interest.
"That depends. Wammy's House is Watari's project, not mine. Breaking the rules here does not necessarily mean anything to me."
"What?" Backup scoffs, more animated all of a sudden. "Shouldn't you take being L a little more seriously? Isn't it your choice who succeeds you in the end?"
"Watari has requested that I make the final decision, yes."
B's eyes narrow.
"No one here can beat me. They would've done it by now."
"That does appear to be the case."
"Then what? Aren't you going to tell me that I can't be L if I don't behave?"
So he was expecting this.
The truth is, L still isn't sure why he's here. He hasn't made a decision, and interacting with B so far has only left him all the more unsure.
What is he going to tell Backup?
Pondering this, L reaches for a small dish of ice cream. He is deep enough in thought that he doesn't notice B finally breaking eye contact to follow the movement of his hands.
He does not notice B's patience fraying, the thinness of his veneer as he watches him nurse the cold off his teaspoon.
"…Do you still expect me to prove myself to you?" he asks quietly.
Now, there is no mistaking it. Resentment hangs from every word.
"Do you want me to grovel?"
L pulls the spoon from his mouth and meets Backup's eyes again, brow furrowed and stern.
"No. This isn't about me."
That's when L sees B smile for the very time.
If you could call it that - his upper lip twitching suddenly with disbelief, parting to reveal the beginning of something toothy and joyless.
"Bullshit,"
"A's dead because of you, you know."
A is dead because of you.
L swatted away that very same thought the day he got the news. He dismissed it because he knew it was illogical, and here Backup is actually saying it to his face. It's absurd, and L allows that to show on his face.
B is undeterred, however. He drags his chair closer to Roger's desk, plants his elbows on the surface and leans in close, eyes widening to take in the moment with full clarity.
"You don't believe me? Do you think people kill themselves for no reason? He's dead because he wasted his entire life trying to become you and failed. Do you think it's fun here, L? Is it even fun being you?"
L likes to think he is not so easily provoked, but if this is Backup's goal, he has succeeded. L did not come here to evaluate the efficacy or ethics of Watari's program, especially not at the behest of someone who is so obviously trying to get a rise out of him.
"What is it that you want from me, Backup?"
"What do I want?"
"You aren't trying to convince me that you should be my successor. If that isn't what you want, should we end the conversation?"
L is curt, but resists the temptation to be overly passive-aggressive. He understands the power dynamic - there is no need to stoop to Backup's level here. This is enough.
Dishes clatter, pastries hit the floor and in seconds Backup has vaulted over the desk and is upon him, seizing his throat with both hands.
Perhaps even more startling than the abruptness of B's attack is its sheer ferocity. L's gasp is cut off as B presses both thumbs into his neck, just above the windpipe. His grip tightens steadily and L feels a rush of genuine fear.
This is not a mere moment of blind rage because a moment has passed, and the look on B’s face is in fact indiscernible to L. Those dark eyes fixate on his and betray nothing but resolve.
He is in danger.
L grabs at his forearms, clawing into them to little effect. He cannot speak, and even if he could-
He asked Roger not to interfere with their meeting.
L is here out of curiosity.
Curiosity and perhaps, deep down, a small (and obviously misguided) sense of responsibility for this place and the orphans raised in it.
Honestly, he prefers not to think about it much.
But A is dead, and Roger insists that allowing B to succeed as L is dangerous.
The first generation of Wammy’s project is at an impasse and L is - was - curious.
It's not that he never considered the possibility of an outburst. That would be understandable, warranted even. L asked Roger not to interfere with this meeting because if B had something to say to him, he wanted to hear it.
But this is different.
L struggles and B draws closer, forcing him to shrink back, sink deeper into Roger's leather armchair. It wounds his ego to be caught so off guard, but L can't even remember the last time he was touched by someone other than Watari.
He spends much of his time isolated from others, and even when he isn't, no one would dare violate his personal space like this.
It isn't just the violence that is alien, the danger, but his touch, and L finds himself paralyzed by it all. Frozen by the fact that B is smiling again, and this time, he seems genuinely happy.
"This is what I want, L," Backup sighs. "That look on your face."
Dread settles into the pit in L's chest and he steels himself to kick at B as hard as he can. It takes more than a few attempts to knock him off balance, but he manages, and with some distance between them, L scrambles out of the armchair.
B is fast, L is flexible, B is strong, L is stubborn.
As B grabs L by the hem of his shirt, L turns to take another swing at him, and in the fray the two of them are sent tumbling to the ground.
So begins the undignified floor wrestling match between two young geniuses.
...Unfortunately, it appears B is the better of the two at wrestling.
L manages to knock the breath out of B more than once, but it makes little difference. He finds himself pinned underneath Backup's oppressive weight while he snickers like a child at play.
"Shhh...relax. Relax! Just stay there! Stay there. I realized something important. I won't hurt you. Calm down. Listen."
"What, Backup?" L snaps as he drops his hands, exasperated.
B grins impishly at him.
"You're a disappointment!"
L stares at Backup in utter disbelief.
"Me?"
"Now that I've met you, I know my entire life has been a waste of time!"
L's stomach drops as he assures himself these are only provocations. Why else would Backup be so gratingly cheerful about it?
"I wasted it trying to become you. A died trying to become you.
But you're just a loser! Another worthless human being! You're weak, you're pathetic, and worst of all, you're boring!
World's Greatest Detective. You!? Are you serious!? Look at you!!"
L stiffens and braces himself to shove B off. He doesn't need to listen to this, Backup is obviously the kind of person that takes pleasure in spite, this is fun for him, this is a waste of time-
"A was better than you, you know," he goes on, voice dripping with contempt. "I actually respected him. I bet everyone was hoping you would die so he could replace you. Too bad."
Backup lowers himself down onto his elbows and cups his hands around L’s face, relishing in it when he feels him flinch.
How many people have seen L like this?
His sneer has vanished. L does not move - he is fighting panic, fighting his racing heart and the goosebumps dotting his skin, he is fighting the confusion that follows the intimacy of skin-on-skin poisoned by the malice on B's tongue.
B's heartbeat is equally frantic, but it doesn't show on his face. L is not nearly as skilled as B in this regard and finds himself all too conscious of his own labored breathing.
"You were my entire life," he says. “I spent all this time waiting for you, thinking of you...only for you to be like this. A died because he wasn't good enough. And now you're here to tell me I’m not good enough."
"No."
"Do you think your life is worth more than all of our lives combined?"
"I never said that."
"You said this isn't about you, but that's not true, is it?
My life has always been about you. A's, too. You're the reason why this place exists. Why I exist.
I exist because you're not good enough, either.
No matter how many cases you solve, you're no different from me. You're a tool. An object. You exist to be used.
That's why you're what...20? And Watari already has an entire orphanage of kids ready to take your place when you die! He doesn't believe in you either."
"That's enough," L cannot take it anymore, he cannot listen to another second of this, he cannot spend another moment on this floor pinned under him, being touched by him, his skin is crawling and he cannot breathe and the air is hot and his stomach is tight and he feels his heartbeat in all the wrong places.
L wills himself to snap out of it, he needs to get B off of him before-
Abruptly, B sits up and directly on top of
"-!? Do you have an erection!?"
B exclaims as if he doesn't know the meaning of the word and all the color drains from L's face.
Do not dignify that with a response. It is involuntary and nothing to be ashamed of.
"Is this turning you on?"
"No."
B bursts into a fit of cruel laughter and L only tenses underneath him, awash with humiliation. L does not often care what others think of him, but he has never felt like this before, so utterly degraded by someone who should respect him, and he's laughing at him, at his- why does he have an erection?
"No?" B echoes. "What's this?" Sliding easily down his thighs, L jerks back from his hand when he feels it rest on the crotch of his jeans.
"I knew it! You're a pervert!"
"And what does that make you, exactly?" L hits back.
"This isn't about me," B draws out L's own line. "Why are you so easy, anyway...? Oh! I get it - I bet no one's ever touched you, besides that disgusting old man. Why would they?"
It's amazing how that talkativeness of his rears its ugly head in a situation like this.
"You're a virgin, aren't you? You're probably touch starved...even though you're older than me and rich and everything. Aww, it must be so lonely being L!"
“Get off of me," L hisses.
"You sure that's what you want?"
With a sharp exhale through his nose, L squeezes his eyes shut for a moment...for just a single moment of peace. He needs to think, he needs to move, and he needs to never admit that B is right and he isn't sure if that's what he wants, because he is excited by this.
He doesn't have the time to intellectualize it. He can break his rule and call for Roger. He can shove B off of him. He can stop this, he could've avoided this entirely had he smothered that curiosity, taken the file at its word and never met one of his so-called successors.
L can feel B's gaze burning through him, but at least he's not talking in that perpetually amused voice and at least he can't see that sadistic excuse for a smile. There is something wrong with B and there is something wrong with him for feeling like this is the first time in a long time someone has managed to surprise or challenge him.
He doesn't have the time to intellectualize it and therefore doesn't have time to convince himself that this is wrong.
It is wrong that he feels relief when B does not wait for him to answer and dips his slender fingers past the waistband of his jeans. Again, he only rests his hand against L's growing arousal. He does not provide any friction, does not move.
It takes all of L's willpower to fight an upward twitch of his hips, the weight and warmth of Backup's touch promising pleasure and yet refusing to follow through.
"Oh, L..." B hums. "You are just a man, after all."
The World's Greatest detective pinned underneath him, shirt inched up past his navel in the fray, so clearly out of his depth. And it was easy. So fucking easy.
"Is this the one thing Watari won't do for you?"
B delights in watching the pink flush crawl up the back of L's neck to his cheekbones, that jaw set so tight he just knows he is gritting his teeth. He can't even look at him, turning his head to the side as if B would ever let him off that easy.
"Look at me," B says sweetly.
L does not.
"I said, look at me," B grabs L by the chin and forces him face forward. He suddenly takes L's clothed erection into a light grip, wringing a quiet gasp out of him. The detective's eyes snap open to glare at Backup with equal parts resentment and desperation, filling B with a deep and twisted satisfaction. He knows that look all too well.
"Do you hate me, L?" he asks, eyes softening with something resembling infatuation. It makes L all the more confused and uncomfortable and frustrated that B will not just get this over with.
Over the course of this conversation, L has learned at least one thing about Backup. Responding in the affirmative is likely what he wants.
This whole thing must have been to get a rise out of him, and L is playing right into his hands.
Because he's...enjoying it.
"I have no reason to hate you, Backup. I have no reason to feel any particular way about you at all,"
His assumption is proved correct when B immediately digs his nails into L's jaw.
"Your dick disagrees."
"It's involuntary."
B's grip on L's erection slacks again. "You don't want me to touch you?"
L's glare darkens.
"Say it."
L curls his toes, wondering if it would be enough to clamp his thighs around B's hand or if his aim all this time really was for L to discard his dignity. Resisting B is an uncomfortable, laborious, painful experience...but would sacrificing his dignity, his better judgement for a single moment of carnal satisfaction be worse?
I want you to touch me.
L tries the sentence out in his mind and it makes him wince. He's imagining B's grin splitting wide again, that sharp laugh, and the way his cock will throb when the humiliation sinks in. He imagines Backup following through, apparently capable of giving him the release that he has never been interested in seeking out until now.
This has awakened something in him. The wrongness of it all is what makes L want it, and he isn't sure if anything will ever feel quite this wrong again.
What's that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?
L will never see this cat again. Not ever.
Does it really matter if he makes a mistake now?
L sucks in air through his teeth and finally, recklessly relents.
"I want you to touch me," he mumbles with just enough conviction as to not feel entirely pathetic, to allow himself some illusion that he is in fact in control.
"...You fucking pervert," B giggles. "I didn't actually think you'd say it. You're shameless, that's so gross..."
Even so, it seems to do the trick. B massages him slowly through his underwear, free hand finally releasing his jaw to take a fistful of L's hair and yank his head back.
"I'm barely 18, what is wrong with you?"
"That's not-!"
"Shut up," B palms him with more intention. He can feel L twitching around his fingers as he pulls the fabric around his length, pleasures him with the barrier that exists between him and what he actually wants.
"Hhn-" With all pretext shattered, L slowly lets go. This friction is not nearly enough or he wouldn't be squirming like this, chewing down on his tongue wishing Backup would just get on with it already.
"Aren't there cameras in here? What will the old man think of you?"
"Just get on with it..." L sighs with marked frustration.
"I was trying to give you plausible deniability by only going this far. You'll have to say please if you want me to actually touch the hard-on you got from being degraded by me."
"You are ridiculous," L seethes.
Plausible deniability. Right.
"I assure you I'm quite serious. Having your successor get you off is going to be your fault."
"My fault? I'm not the one who started this."
"You're going to blame me? Even when our power dynamic is like this? You're not a good person at all, L. You can't take responsibility for anything."
Another ragged sigh interrupts L's retort as B gropes his cock, offering him delicious pressure and friction but refusing to give up on the tease...until he feels a wet spot growing, at least.
B wets his lip with his tongue. "I don't think I even have to go any farther. Treating you like the garbage you are and just a little bit of attention is all it takes."
"Please," L forces out.
"Please what?"
"More. Please just...touch me more."
"It's not enough?"
"No."
"Okay, I'll do what you say. I'm obsessed with you after all."
True to his word, Backup releases L and pulls his jeans and underwear down past his hips, exposing L's straining, leaking cock for the both of them to see.
"You just said that I was worthless."
"You are. I hate you more than anything, and nothing would make me happier than watching you suffer. That's the kind of person that's going to get you off for the first time, L. And I'm doing it not because I want you back, but because I know you'll never forget it..."
B finally wraps his hand around L's erection and of course he is lying about not wanting it, he wants this desperately, he is coming undone inside in ways that L could never imagine, because he does not know him.
He has nothing to do with him.
Hatred, lust and love are not all that different after all.
L tries to quiet his mind, to avoid internalizing anything B is saying. For whatever reason being spoken to like this and treated like this is the most arousing thing L has ever personally experienced, and he should treat this as something being done in service of him.
That's what it really is. It has to be.
At the end of the day, no matter what B said, he would still be B and L would still be L.
B leans in close, still stroking L all too slowly, too lightly, and yet it is enough to force unsightly little mewls from L's lips. He shudders when he feels Backup's lips pressed against the shell of his ear.
"I want you to remember this feeling, L," he whispers.
L swallows hard and bucks up to meet B's movements.
"I want you to remember how desperate and helpless and low you feel right now, and I want you to remember it was me that made you feel this way."
The friction is maddening. So simple and yet so intense. L feels his inner voice quieting, fading, he feels dangerously human, dangerously like simple flesh, like B said, just a man...not the world's greatest anything.
"No one is ever going to care about you as much as I do. I thought of you constantly for ten years. Yet now that I know you...I despise you."
L is panting as B fists his cock, speaking with such vitriol as to be certain L could not fool himself into thinking it was an act.
"I despise you so much. You make me sick. And you're getting off on that? Off on my misery..."
"N-no-"
"You are. I know because I got off on A's misery, and I'm getting off on yours, too. I know exactly the kind of person you are.
Depraved. Disgusting. Fucked in the head. You hide behind your title and the law so no one ever finds out you're just a pathetic fucking cock-sucking degenerate that would be better off dead!"
L groans deeply and hates himself for it. He doesn't understand himself, he doesn't understand this, why every word is pulsing through L's hips like lightning, why it feels so good to be reduced to this when most of his life, his efforts only earned him universal praise.
"What would Watari think if he saw you right now, L? He'd be so disappointed in you. Why would you do something like this? It's inappropriate, it's dangerous, you were warned, right? Don't you know better?"
"Stop...stop saying his name..."
"Don't you know better, L? Say it."
"I-I know better..."
"So why are you doing this?"
"I...don't know-!" L cries out in frustration, moans rolling out of him in choked out intervals. The pleasure is piercing him, becoming unbearable, mutating into something frightening, something about to burst.
"Tell me why!" B demands, releasing L altogether. At this stage, he can't bear it, and the levy breaks.
"Because I'm a pervert! I'm disgusting and I'm pathetic and I want you to touch me, you're right about me, B! You're right..." L whines. "Please don't stop, I can't take it anymore..."
This wipes the smile off B's face which makes it all the more painful...he is staring at L incredulously and for the first time L becomes aware that B is also panting, his skin is just as hot.
He presses his forehead against L's and stares at him in silence for a few beats. It drives a vicious chill up his spine and he knows, deep deep down,
even if he never saw B again,
he's made a terrible mistake.
"I'll never let you forget about me, L."
And so he reaches back between L's thighs for the final time with no intention of holding back.
L jerks under him, thighs trembling as B swirls his thumb over his sensitive head.
"Keep your eyes open, slut."
Even as his mouth hangs open, moaning freely to keep B from becoming restless enough to return to his teasing, it's not enough.
Backup is so focused on him, so unwilling to look away that L is forced to endure the intimacy of sustained eye contact while he is this vulnerable. He feels stripped bare, like Backup is staring right through him.
No one should see him so unguarded, especially never someone like him, yet he obeys, he obeys and lets B see everything, his drawn-out groans as his orgasm creeps up on him, the drool beading at the corner of his mouth, the hopeless lust in his tired eyes.
He feels humiliated. Degraded. Disgusting. But most of all, he feels alive.
All thoughts cease as L arches his back and white hot satisfaction washes over his entire body. He reaches for B's forearms, gripping onto him as he cums hard all over his hand, an undignified mess left behind on the both of them, proof that it happened.
Undeniable.
B lets out a shaky breath and watches L sink into the floor with wide eyes. The memory and the image burning into his psyche where it would never leave him. Where it strengthened his result to become a murderer
and destroy L.
L would never forget this feeling, but neither would B.
With A dead, his new purpose in life is clear.
He will be the one to make L grovel.
B is still lost in thought when L reluctantly opens his eyes to face the aftermath. Luckily for him, B is not looking back at him but at his own hand.
L is confused until Backup sticks his cum-covered fingers into his mouth and begins to suck them clean-
No. L has to get out of here right now before this gets any worse.
Fine, Backup. You win.
I'll break my rule.
"Roger!!!" L shouts at the top of his lungs.
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The Delivery
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Fem!Reader
Summary: You realize that the man you've been delivering food to is Dieter Bravo, and well, he has a question for you.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Content: Explicit Smut (TW for Use of Restraints), Food, Bathtubs, Kitchen Counters, Couches, Crocs... Listen...I just...
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: A ridiculous story for a ridiculous man. I love him. I have no excuse. There are no spoilers for The Bubble in this but there are some references.
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The first time you deliver food for him you don’t recognize him.
Bath robe, ratty T-shirt, pajamas, and dark sunglasses that covered half his face. Oh and the crocs…can’t forget the crocs.
“Thanks,” he mutters as you hand him the bag of takeout. “You want to—”
“Nope.” You turn and walk away. Whatever the question was, you’re pretty sure the ask is not covered on your customer satisfaction survey.
The second time you deliver food it’s the same. Same robe. Same glasses. Only this time he leans against the door as you hand him the food, arm stretching above his head. Your eyes catch the large triangle tattoo on his forearm, and you’re sure…sure you recognize it.
“Hey, would you want—”
“Still no.”
But as you walk away this time, you actually think about him again, the recognition tingling at the back of your skull.
You’re still trying to figure it out hours later as you finally start typing “Celebrity Triangle Tattoo on Arm.”
You’d already exhausted the possibility that he was someone you recognized from your own life. And that neighborhood was pretty posh so…he could be someone famous. You kind of doubt it but—
“Oh, fuck…” Your thumb swipes up on the image results as more pictures load. “Oh, shit, it’s Dieter Bravo.”
Dieter Bravo…actor, artist, all-around mess.
How many times had he been snapped by paparazzi coming out of some club too early in the morning to have slept any other way than by passing out.
You’ve always kind of thought he was cute. In a disheveled, careless kind of way. And that certainly tracks with the person you’ve seen twice but…it can’t be him.
God the rumor is that the screen isn’t the only place he performs well…really well. Which explains why he usually isn’t exiting those clubs alone.
But it can’t be him…you bite your lip considering.
Nah.
Except it is. It totally is. As soon as you’re face to face with him again—how much takeout does this guy order?—you realize that it is definitely him.
The hair, the piercings, the ink, that scruffy facial hair framing a strong jaw and nose. You don’t even need to see his eyes to know.
“Thanks,” he mutters, and he starts to go back in when a voice that can’t be yours says, “Aren’t you going to ask me?”
He jerks back so fast that you’re afraid he might fall over. “Do you—uh—do you want me to ask you?”
“Well, I mean—”
“Cause you’ve turned me down twice—”
“I guess I should clarify—”
“So I didn’t think I should ask again—”
“When you ask are you actually talking about—”
“Sex. I’m talking about sex.”
You stand there considering for a few seconds.
I mean I did make that resolution to be more adventurous…
Granted you’d been thinking of like taking a weekend trip versus sex with a celebrity but…
“You’re not going to kill me or anything right?”
He shakes his head quickly. “No, no, bad for my image.”
You raise your eyebrows at him.
“Sorry, that’s a joke. No, nothing weird. Unless you want it to get weird. In which case…I’m happy to get weird.”
You pull your phone out of your pocket and after one last deep breath for courage, you confirm that Dieter has received his delivery.
Hours later the takeout bags are discarded, so are all the clothes, but you’re still being eaten out on his dining room table.
“Fuck, Dieter, fuck.” Your hands are tugging so hard at those ridiculous curls of his that it has to hurt, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he just moans into you while he thrusts hard and fast with his fingers.
“Come on, baby, want you to soak me and this table. Want to think about it every time my publicist makes me have one of those bullshit awards dinners.”
He sucks on your clit, his fingers not letting up, and you keen and arch beneath him, but he doesn’t stop. A safe word has been in place since the moment you walked through his door and despite the fact that you’re not sure you’ll be able to walk back out, you haven’t come close to uttering it.
Not when he stripped you bare and first laid you out on this same table, using you as the plate for the fucking sushi he’d ordered for lunch. Cliche, you know, but him using your belly button for soy sauce had still been a surprise.
Not when he’d bent you over the back of his sofa and had slid those fucking crocs under your feet to give you just the little bit of extra height you needed so that he could fuck you extra deep on his award-worthy cock until you came.
Not when he’d spread you open on his kitchen counter and licked his release and yours back out of you until you’d come again, and he just gave you a lazy hedonistic smile before cleaning you up all over again with his tongue.
Not when he used the tie of his robe to secure you to his headboard and thrust into you on your knees from behind until your legs shook and he pulled out so he could come all over your ass.
Not when he’d put you back on your knees in front of his floor length mirror, so he could watch you gag around his cock while he sweetly held your hair back and fucked your mouth.
Not even when he’d brought you into his bathtub, careful not to let the water get too cold, even though he’d held onto your hips and tongued your entrance with enough enthusiasm that most of the water had ended up on the floor.
And certainly not now when you felt yet another release bearing down on you with such intensity that you couldn’t help but do what he said and drench his dining room table.
“Good girl,” he tells you from what feels like very far away. His mouth already occupied with consuming his latest meal.
You would never doubt celebrity gossip rags again, clearly they knew what the fuck they were talking about.
His phone rings, and he curses, bending down to grab it from the pocket of his discarded robe. He rolls his eyes, clearly put out by whoever is on the caller ID.
“Hello.”
Someone is yelling on the other line, but he seems unconcerned, his palms working their way up and down your body.
“Can’t you get me out of it? I’m busy.”
“With what?” The voice is loud enough this time that you can make it out and you clamp your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. He gives you a sly smile.
“I’m…eating.”
“Dieter, I swear to fucking—”
“Fine, I’ll be there in a while.”
“Dieter!” He presses disconnect and then shuts the phone off before tossing it back on the floor.
“I have to go, sweet girl, but why don’t you stay here? We can have a late dinner and…” He looks at you like he’s compiling a list in his head. “And maybe breakfast.”
You nod, still half-dazed. You definitely wouldn’t mind another chance at that big bed with the ridiculously soft sheets.
“But before I leave...” His hands grip your thighs, and he tugs you to the edge of the table before lining himself up. He grins down at you, a flash of dimple appearing on his devilish face. “I almost forgot to give you your tip.”
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my dearest, hearts
“My dears, there would be nothing in this world I won’t do for you two. You are the loves of my life. If you had asked for the world, I would hand it to you on a platter. If you had asked me for someone’s head, I would already hang it on the wall. If you had asked me to die for you, my life would already be gone and you two would only remain. I adore you, love and cherish you. I will always know you feel the same, but not on my level.” 
Genre: mostly fluff and then smut 
Warnings: mentions of drugs, clubs, torture, drinking and fighting (all this not in detail btw), mentions of family of disowning and running away, mxmxf, jongho being a little obsessed with you and seungmin (as he should), romantic (ew) love making before turning into rough love making, face sitting, mentions of you being preggers, creampies, manhandling, you riding seungmin and seungmin getting fucked, jongho sinking his teeth into you, kisses, missionary and reverse cowgirl, and cuddles, aftercare too bc i miss them <3
THIS MEANS THIS IS SMUT! 
WHICH MEANS THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI 
I AM ALSO NOT IN CHARGE WITH WHAT YOU CONSUME
to clarify, this isn’t at all suppose to represent any idols behavior in real time, this is purely fiction
Ship: mafia jongho x afab/female reader x singer seungmin 
-rain <3
If asked about their leader, many will say Jongho is a simple man. He was the youngest of the group of leaders. A group of men who rule the underground of Korea. The eight leaders each rule a part of said underground: 
Hongjoong rules the group itself with an iron fist. Seonghwa and San rule the drug trade; Seonghwa takes the north and San, the south. Wooyoung takes care of the torture, while Mingi and Yeosang carry out assassinations. Which leaves Yunho and Jongho to rule the clubs on the east and west of Korea. The clubs are the trading hubs for Seonghwa and San’s illegal substances. Ateez never had time for love and Jongho also stood on the sentiment for a while. Well…..until you and Seungmin. 
When he first met the two of you, it was his birthday and the two of you were arguing over if you should do the show in the club. At first, he didn’t want to listen in, but then, 
“Did you forget the part where we would need to sing in front of the club owner?” 
“I didn’t! But Minnie,” you whined, holding his arm, “We need this. Maybe, he’ll be merciful and not have us become loan sharks or anything.” 
“...I worry about you sometimes, pup. I think he would do worse things to us than just make us loan sharks.” 
“I know that,” you huff, crossing your arms, “but I like to think he has a heart. We aren’t doing anything wrong! Just, you know, trying to sing.” 
Seungmin sighs, looking at the side door then looking back at you. Both of you turn to face the door while holding hands. You both inhale, not saying anything before a cough comes from the right side of you. Gasping in shock, you run to Seungmin’s other side. He holds an arm in front of you, glaring at the suit wearing male. Jongho raises his hands, eyes warily watching the two of you. 
“I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation but I couldn’t help to overhear you had a few problems. If you so wish, I can get a room to allow you to practice singing.  I can also get the boss for you.” 
Jongho watched Seungmin look over at you. You stare at Jongho in confusion before looking up at Seungmin again. The two of you stare at each other before nodding your heads. Jongho gives a soft smile as he motions towards the door. You and Seungmin take a step back as Jongho pulls a set of keys from his pocket. He opens the heavy metal door, leaning back against it.  Jongho nods his head when the two of you don’t move. You and Seungmin once again look at each other before entering the club door. 
Jongho watches the two of you walk past him, before slamming the door behind him. The jazzy music fills the air as many waiters and waitress’ walk by in butler attire. Many circle tables litter the rug covered floor. A singing voice fills the air along with the jazz music. The couple look over to the front to see some guys staring at them. You borrowed a little into Seungmin’s side, causing him to wrap an arm around you. Jongho watches your reactions before subtly shooing the guards away, walking ahead of the two of you. 
The two of you follow closely behind, ignoring the stares of his underlings. Jongho opens another door, it was mostly dark. He flicks a light on and it shows off the beautiful retro colored room. Orange and yellow flower rug contrast the bright brown couch against the space wavy wall. Above them sits a golden chandelier and a mirror. A few feet in front of the couch is a microphone stand. Just a single one. 
You twitch your nose for a second as Jongho makes his way towards a mini bar a few feet to the left. 
“No one comes in here other than me, so no one will be able to bother you us.” 
“How do you know that?” 
“‘Cause no one wants to bother me, especially since I usually choose the singers.” 
That sentence made the couple slowly look over to Jongho. He is swirling bourbon in the small glass. Seungmin then fully turns to look at Jongho, putting a hand on his waist, “So, why did you want to help us?” 
“I always knew my reputation exceeds me, but I didn’t think many bouncers assume I was picking singers and or, making them loan sharks.” 
Jongho smirks at the little gasp you do, as Seungmin glares at him. 
“So, now what? Are you going to hurt us? Or even, kidnap us?” 
“Heaven’s no. I am simply in need of new singers and well, who but you two.” 
“Why us though,” your voice jumps in, “you could’ve ignored us and walked off. Or even just kicked off of the property. I know the bouncer did that.” 
Jongho looks over to you. You pick at your fingers, not looking at him– unlike Seungmin, who’s staring at him. Jongho then sighs, rolling his shoulders. He makes his way over to the couch, sitting down and leaning back. 
“I apologize for the bouncer, he is a bit stuck up. However, he does his job truly. I do wanna give the two of you a chance to prove yourselves here and now. Sing me a song that will blow me away and I’ll give you a job. Full benefits, safety, a new house, anything you two want. As long as you don’t betray me, ok?” 
Two sets of eyes turn wide as saucers before squinting in suspicion. 
“What’s the catch?” 
“No catch, Minnie,” Jongho laughs at the harsh glare you throw at him, “I just genuinely want to get new singers. I would sing myself, but,” a shrug, “I don’t want to ruin my voice and give something to my crew to clown me about. I have a reputation.” 
Seungmin pursed his lips to the side before meeting your eyes. The two of you stare at each other for a while before staring at Jongho again. 
“You really won’t hurt us?” 
“I keep my word.”
Seungmin says nothing else, before meeting your eyes again. The two of you stand there, staring before nodding. The two of you start making your way in front of him. He crosses his legs as he looks up at the two of you. Your outfits stand out against the space colored walls, allowing you two to take a small breath. Relaxing, the two voices start. Melody and harmony do a slow dance with your voices, which makes Jongho relax a little. That’s when a familiar song rings into Jongho’s ears, allowing the man to relish it. As your voices combine, he slowly starts swaying his head, then stopping after realizing the two of you were done. 
The two of you stare at him with wide, hopeful eyes. Jongho looks at the two of you before coughing into his hand, leaning his elbow against his knee, “I will allow the two of you to sing for me,” that caused you and Seungmin to smile at him, “however, all I ask is the two of you to allow me to do an extensive background checks on you while you stay with me.” 
“Woah, woah,” Seungmin loses his smile to go back into the glare again, “with you? Why would we do that?” 
“I can only assume you just moved here, so you’re most likely staying in a hotel and need this job. And because of it, I can just save the two of you the trouble of living with me while I do my background check of you two.” 
Jongho watches your faces to see confusion, hesitation and fear. He sighs, uncrossing his legs and resting the drink on the side table, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave the offer on the table until you get an apartment. Or even, if you so desire, I’ll buy an apartment for you both. How does that sound?” 
“Absolutely not-.” 
“Wait,” you stepped in, “do you have a pool?” 
Jongho nods. 
“A heated pool?” 
“Yes.” 
You purse your lips, making Seungmin look at you in shock. 
“...Pup-.” 
“Let’s hear the super rich, and powerful mafia boss speak for a second Min. I mean,” you wave your arms around towards Jongho, “he’s filthy stinking rich and he probably won’t even charge us for rent and Min,” you grab his left arm and sink into him, “he has a heated pool.” 
Seungmin felt his eye twitch for a second while you swung onto his arm. The man sighs before going again, “Pup-.” 
“The pool, Min. Think of the pool.” 
Sighing loudly, Seungmin meets Jongho’s eyes and asks, “Will you charge us for rent? At all? Or even favors?” 
“No, no and no.” 
“Don’t you have a reputation of being mean and awful or something?” 
And fun it was. First couple of weeks were strange for him. Jongho slowly got used to the pair running around (mostly to use the heated pool) and eating his food. Of course he had a mansion. His kitchen was huge and always filled with food that would usually serve one. Jongho slowly, but surely, had gotten used to you two. He would usually leave you two alone until one night. 
“I do, but,” Jongho gives a small smile, “I think you both are cute, so I’ll allow it.” 
It was a December night. As the snowflakes slowly descend from the sky, Jongho works in his study. Growling, he mumbles about how Seonghwa was being stupid and rushing his work, thus making Jongho to catch up for him. Only to stop when the door knocks. He gets back to work after mumbling, “come in”. 
Your head pops in as does Seungmin’s. You bump the door to swing farther as Seungmin carries a tray of hot chocolate. 
“Hi, Jongho.” 
“Ah, hello, did you two need something?” 
“Well, we made hot chocolate, and since every guard here pretends we don’t exist, we decided to make you a cup. Since we don’t know when you’re gonna visit your family.” 
You give him a sweet smile as Seungmin rests the tray on the small table in front of the fireplace. Jongho stares at his paperwork before looking up at the two of you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear that.” 
“Aren’t you gonna visit your family?” 
Jongho looks over to Seungmin, before going, “Ah, right. I forgot to text my mother. I won't be making it.” 
“What? Why not?” 
Jongho looks over to see your upset face, “It isn’t anything personal, I will be just busy.” 
“You can take breaks, in fact,” you stomp over and take the pen from him, “I don’t remember seeing you have lunch. So drink your hot chocolate and then join us for lunch.” 
Jongho blinks in shock at your assertiveness. Then he shakes his head, standing up, “I’m sorry, I can’t. I need to-.” 
“We ran away from home. You know that,” you start sadly, “at least your family is supportive, even if what you’re doing can hurt them. At least, you can visit them. They gave up on us the second we wanted to pursue different dreams. Don’t waste this opportunity because you’re busy.” 
Jongho says nothing in return. He did know the two of you ran away from your controlling families. He was aware that your family wanted the both of you to break up and go your separate ways. Your nickname from him was the star crossed lovers. He felt his shoulders drop from the tense before nodding, “Alright. I’ll go, as long as you two come with me.” 
Seungmin and you looked at him in shock. 
“I wish your families were better. So, allow me to have you be with my family for Christmas and before, you tell me that you couldn’t. Just consider this an early Christmas gift and a thanks for the hot chocolate.” 
You feel tears kiss your lash line, you turn to look at Seungmin. He was always holding back tears. You both nod at each other before bowing at Jongho, “We cannot thank you enough.” “You do so much for us, and we are grateful.” 
“No need. Please, there really is no need. You two are slowly becoming important to the house and my club. So please, I consider us friends.” 
Seungmin grabs the cup of hot chocolate and places it on the desk, “If we are such good friends. Please tell her that the hot chocolate tastes watery.” 
“For the last time, Min, you have to put water in it, that’s the instructions.” 
“And I keep telling you that you need to use milk to make it more rich.” 
You pout, crossing your arms at him before turning to Jongho, “Please tell me it’s good.” 
Jongho looks at your two faces before picking the cup up and sipping. He was always told that his poker face was good, but the look on his face shows just what you feared. Which made you pout even harder. 
“See?” Seungmin smirks at you and nods at Jongho, “Thank you for proving my point.” 
Jongho smacks his lips a little, “It’s not bad, I mean it, it just has a watery taste.” 
Seungmin laughs at you, which causes you to stick your tongue out in return. Jongho watches you lightly hit Seungmin’s chest, making him pretend to be in pain before grabbing you by the arms and laying his forehead against yours. Jongho felt uncomfortable for a second, not knowing whether he wanted to be Seungmin or you. Then his thoughts made him think if he had the both of you. Which causes him to shake his head and focus back. Only to blush a little at you two laying kisses on each other. 
Coughing into his hand, it makes you both pull away. Your embarrassed faces were cute, but Jongho stands up and walks around the desk to rest a hand on Seungmin’s back.  
“Now, about lunch? What are we having?” 
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It was always that lonely. But as winter blends into spring, and into summer, Jongho is still baffled on how lonely his life was before the two of you. Sure, he had his fellow leaders and his guards, however, he truly didn’t take into account the amount of time he worked. How much he devoted his life to his crew, this life, and not even thinking twice. But you two changed him. Before, it was dull, lonely and full of paperwork. 
But now, it was filled with laughter, food and cuddles. Slowly, you two got used to Jongho being quiet, which you definitely didn’t mind since you were mostly talking. Thus slowly integrating him into your relationships. Mostly, it was cuddles and small touches, but after a talk of drinks, you both realized that Jongho was a pleasure dom. 
“I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” Seungmin states, sipping on wine, “seeing as you never had time for anything.” 
“Ok,” Jongho rolls his eyes, “I get it. I was very busy, but it didn’t mean I didn’t have one night stands.” 
“Who was your favorite?” You hiccuped, leaning into Jongho’s lap. He slowly pets your hair as he sighs, looking at the ceiling, “Probably a man named Johnny. He was a very good dancer.” 
Seungmin blinked at that, looking at Jongho, “You’re into men?” 
“Problem?” 
“No, just,” Seungmin tucks his knees under him as he rests his head, “I thought you were more traditional.” 
“Oh, please, Seungmin. I wouldn’t be caught dead being traditional. Too much being awful and bigot. Not to mention,” Jongho leans towards Seungmin, with a cocky smirk, “You two wouldn’t stay here if I was.” 
Seungmin stares into Jongho’s eyes before leaning closer as well, noses touching, “You’re right. I should’ve guessed since you like staring at me when I wear those skinny jeans.” 
As once the fall started again, you and Seungmin had asked Jongho to join your relationship. At first, he was hesitant, obviously he had slept around, but he never had a chance to start dating. Ever. But the two of you were persistent, even flirting and touching him during his time to work. 
Jongho’s smirk drops as his mouth opens wide. Seungmin smirks in return, leaning back to watch the movie, “I always know when someone is looking at me. Know that, Jjong.” 
He had called you two his little minxes, and that made you giggle. And since the three of you were dating, Seungmin and you made it very apparent he didn’t need to have sex with you guys at the same time, if he didn’t want to. You guys going one at a time to slowly get used to it was fine, but Jongho wanted to take you both on dates before sex.
Which got him teased by Seungmin for being traditional again. But, Seungmin and you went on those dates. Getting a lot of gifts on the way. Seungmin a new suit, tailored to be his size, you a new computer and a studio to work on new music. Then it was jewelry, then flowers and personalized cars. Jongho was just spoiling you too. 
Now, you two had to explain to Jongho that you two didn't need these gifts since you two just already lived together. 
“You two deserve it and no, I won't take it back.” 
“Jongho,” you whine, shaking his shoulders, “we don't need this at all.” 
Jongho shrugs off your hands and holds your cheeks. Squishing your cheeks together, your lips pucker, which makes him lean forward and kiss you. He melts against your lips as you hold onto his shoulders. He slowly makes his way down your neck, shoulders and holds your hands. Jongho’s tongue leaves his mouth, licking the seams of your lips, making you part with them. Your tongues meet in the middle making the sweet kiss into a french one. 
Tongues dance together for a short while hands start sinking into clothes. Jongho wraps his arms around your waist, sneaking his hands down to your ass. You giggle into his mouth, before moaning as he cups his hands, pulling you into him more. Your hands move down his back, tongue in his mouth. In a moment, he allowed your body to squish against his. Only to snap out of it when your tongue licks behind his teeth. 
Pulling away, saliva and spit hangs in a line as your mouths separate. Jongho feels blush crawl up his neck, before swallowing again. You wipe your wet mouth, before resting your hands on his shoulders again. 
“Hi.” 
“Hello, I’m sorry, I got carried away-.” 
“Shhh,” you rested a finger against his mouth, “Don’t apologize for making me feel awesome. Even if it was to shut me up. Seungmin does it all the time. I talk too much, I just,” you giggle, “I didn’t think you were an ass man.” 
Jongho swallows again before squeezing your ass again. 
“I can’t help it, you and Seungmin truly amaze me every time with the pants I love on you two.” 
“Oh? You mean the skinny jeans? I have such a hard time wearing them.” 
“I know.” 
“Oh?” 
You giggle again as he lifts you up by your ass so his face is shoved into your chest. Wrapping around his head, he relaxes into you. You uselessly kick your legs, laughing as he throws himself into the chair a little. He laughs against you as you two cuddle up. Jongho sighs into your chest before setting you down and resting his chin on your chest. 
“Please, allow me to spoil you and Seungmin means everything to me. I will give anything for you two to feel as appreciated as I do.” 
“But that’s what we’re trying to tell you handsome,” you move his bangs to the side and hold his cheeks, “we do. Beyond do. We just don’t want you to spend your money on us like that. Not to mention, we just want you. No amount of money can change our feelings. We promise. So just, I don’t know,” you pretended to think before grinning down at him, “fuck us already.” 
“As much as I appreciate your words, my dear, I will be preparing for a good night for us three to share a night of passion. Where my mark will sink into your skins as does mine. That way I will carry us around everywhere.” 
“Ugh, we get it Jongho, you’re obsessed with us.” 
After a bit, you remembered your hips are free, so you start rocking a bit. Your pussy starts rubbing and suffocating Seungmin. Moaning loudly, Seungmin moves his hands to your hips and starts making you go back and forth. You exhale shakily, holding onto Seungmin’s blonde hair. Your voice starts cracking, moaning, turning up to eleven. You see movement to your left, to see Jongho start kissing your naked shoulder. His knuckles move down your cleavage, further down your abdomen and to your mound. Jongho slowly mocks words into you as you whimper and whine. 
Jongho bites his lip, before letting it go. You throw your head back as Seungmin licks from your hole to your clit. Wrapping his lips on your clit and sucking, holding your thighs against his ears. He circles your clit for a bit before entering into you. His fingers lightly make their way up your thigh, stomach and chest. Your open, moaning mouth allows the fingers to slip inside. You started sucking around the fingers, gagging a little as Seungmin deepens the fingers. After a bit more gagging, Seungmin removes his fingers from your mouth and makes random shapes on your clit. 
Jongho watches your face as his fingers lightly touch your enlarged clit. His brown eyes slowly move lower to watch Seungmin turn red in the face. Jongho then lifts you up and rests you on Seungmin’s chest. Allowing Seungmin to take a few gulps of air. Panting, Seungmin swallows some air, before he tugs your hips again. Seungmin whines as Jongho leans down and kisses him, licking across his face. Seungmin whines again as Jongho holds his cheeks and plants a kiss on his lips. 
You pout and whine, blinking back tears of frustration. Your orgasm ripped from you as quickly building up again as Seungmin slowly slipped his fingers under your mound. You bite your lip as Seungmin starts making random shapes over your clit, watching Seungmin and Jongho make out. Rolling your hips, your nails leave red marks down Seungmin’s chest, making the man moan into Jongho’s mouth. 
Pulling away Jongho sighs heavily, he scoots down the bed and straddles Seungmin. His huge hands hold your waist, laying his lips against your neck, he mumbles, “My angel, how good is Minnie making you feel?” 
“S-so, good. Ahhh,” you moan, shivering a little, head lowering, “p-p-please J-Jong.” 
“Go ahead baby, go ahead.” 
Your moan starts pitching up before you completely throw your head back in pleasure. Your body seizes up before a choked moan exits you. Seungmin sighs at you before Jongho moves his arm from under you, licking up your fluid before bending down and kissing him one more time. 
“Hello, Minnie.” 
“Hi, please tell me you’re gonna fuck me.” 
“I’ll do something better, just until our angel gets off her high.” 
Seungmin huffs, mumbling to himself as Jongho moves you to the right side of said man, before crawling down. Seungmin raises an eyebrow at him before whispering a soft, “Fuck.” 
Jongho licks up his skinny dick, holding it in his hand, he then sucks the tip. A silent moan leaves Seungmin before hands wrap into Jongho’s hair. Slowly, but surely wrapping his lips around the pink tip. Jongho starts slowly sucking, bopping his head up and down. Sweet moans exit Seungmin as he throws his head back. Arching his back a little, accidently thrusting his hips towards Jongho. It causes the man to gag a little on the long dick before relaxing, moving his head again. Seungmin’s fingers hold down the man’s hair, moaning, before his voice cracks over someone playing with his nipples. 
You have shivered at the cold air, but your left hand continues to flick and mess with his nipples, before slowly sitting up on your knees. You lean down, kissing his areola before sucking the nipple in your mouth. Seungmin reaches his peak before stuttering his moan into a loud scream. Jongho moves away from Seungmin’s dick to swallow is cum. You stare over at Jongho, watching his Adam's apple bob and opening his mouth to show it was clean. 
You pout, “I wanted some, Jjongie.” 
“Come here, baby,” Jongho smirked, letting you wobbly crawl closer to him. Chapped salty lips meet yours, making you moan and lean back on your arms. Your back lays on Seungmin’s now slow chest. Jongho rests his hands next to Seungmin’s shoulders. The bed creaks under them before Seungmin runs a hand up your naval. Stuttering a sigh, you turn your head to put your lips together. Seungmin moves his right hand to cup your cheek as his left passes his fingers through your mound curls and makes a v with his fingers to open you up for Jongho. 
Said man stares down at the opening, before watching his two beloved make out and grasp each other carnally. Jongho hums before bending down and licking from your hole to your clit, latching onto it. Your moan is blocked by Seungmin’s mouth, making him move his hand down to grope your boob. Jongho stares at the two of you before pulling away– that causes you to whine– and placing a kiss on your tummy. You and Seungmin pull away as Jongho crawls up to place a kiss on Seungmin’s and yours lips. Both of you whimper at him before he leans over and gets some lube. 
You stare at him with dilated eyes, “What are you gonna do, handsome?” 
“Make Seungmin able to fit me.” 
Seungmin raises an eyebrow at him, “So you already had lube ready for me? Is that it?” 
“Of course,” Jongho smiles at him, “I’d be an awful boyfriend going in with just spit and a dream.” 
You snorted at the attempt of a joke from Jongho as Seungmin rolled his eyes. As the lube starts pouring on his middle and ring finger, you allow Seungmin to slowly move you over his throbbing cock. Your pussy clenches over him, his gasp turns into a moan as he feels Jongho’s fingers around his asshole. Biting your lip, you start riding him, hands planted on Seungmin’s chest, your lips get attached to Jongho’s as he enters one finger. Seungmin pants a little as his head is thrown back. 
The two of you start moaning, your hips bouncing on Seungmin’s hips. Slapping of skin gets overturned by the loud moans. Jongho enters his second finger slowly, allowing it a moment to stretch before starting to move quicker. Jongho sighs, biting his lip at the two before with one hand, removing his belt and pulling his pants down. His boxers get pulled down as well, his cock slapping against his stomach. The pale veiny cock glistens with pre-come, curving to the right. 
You arched your back as Seungmin holds your hips down as his hips rut up. It hits your g-spot, making you borderline scream. That tightens your pussy, making Seungmin grunt before he arches his own back. Jongho slowly starts to thrusting, clenching his eyes closed. 
Sounds of skin slapping and moans make a harmonizing melody in the air. Sex stales the air as sweat makes it down their bodies. Your moans start pitching up, body seizing up as Seungmin whines, Jongho hitting his prostate. 
“Ahh,” you moan, “f-fuck me. M-M-Minnie, Jjongie!” 
“Fuck! Tight little hole, huh, taking Minnie so good, baby?” 
You cry out a little, nodding shakily. Seungmin growls at you clenching, tsking, he wraps a hand around your hair, yanking it back, “S-speak up baby. Tell Jjon-, fuck, Jjongie how I’m m-making you feel.” 
“S-so good, Jj-jongie! He’s making me feel so good,” You voice cracks to a higher pitch at the end of the sentence.
 Jongho sighs a soft, “fuck”, before slapping his hand down on Seungmin’s ass. He yelps, kicking his feet from his shoulders. Jongho smirks, sinking his fingers into Seungmin’s thighs, thrusting upwards. A scream exits Seungmin, making his hips thrust up as well, making your ass bounce on him. The three of you start losing yourself in pleasure, moans pitching up before, “I’m-m c-comminggg.” 
Seungmin gasps in shock at you throwing yourself back onto his chest while you cum. Your tightening up causes Seungmin to finish as well. He throws his head back, pushing himself up before relaxing. Jongho starts going faster and faster. 
You slowly sit up and wrap your arms around him. He moans against your shoulder, sinking his teeth into you. You whimper before whispering, “Oh, fuck. You know, Minnie, finished inside me, can you imagine if I got knocked up? Hmm, can you imagine me round and waddling around, with your babies.” 
Jongho unlatches his teeth before going, “Fuck, fuck! Y-you and him, mean everything to me. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ugh, ju-ust want you to be with me at all times. Mine, mine, mine alone. Fuck!” 
Jongho leans forward onto you, with hips planted against Seungmin’s ass and chest against yours. The three of you pant, slowly coming down before Seungmin goes, “Ugh, no wonder you hate this position babe, you guys are so heavy over me.” 
You grunt in return as Jongho helps you get off of Seungmin, then removing himself. The two of you huffs and moan as Jongho moves you to the bathrooms. He starts the water, giving the kisses to the both of you and slowly starts cleaning your bite mark. He also has you pee and put the two of you into his wide porcelain bath. The bathroom has gold and white tiles line the floors and the walls are golden wallpaper, making it seem expensive. You and Seungmin rest your heads on each other as Jongho helps clean the teeth marks and lays kisses on the both of you. 
“Make sure Seungmin, before you leave the bathroom, get dressed again.” 
Seungmin tiredly nodded. 
“Good pup, I will be cooking dinner while you two clean up, ok?” 
The two of you nod before you go, “Wait, aren’t you gonna join us and get cleaned?” 
“I’m gonna clean up the sheets and cook dinner. I promise we’ll cuddle then, ok?” 
You pout, leaning against a tired Seungmin, who in return kisses your head. Jongho places kisses on your heads, before leaving the two of you in silence. With a couple of minutes rolled by, “He really is so whipped for us.” 
“Beyond.” 
“...Do you think we can convince him to get a puppy for my birthday?” 
an: thank you again for the bestest beta and the bestest bestie ( @mj-ellyfish) for betaing and fixing it!! And i hoped you enjoyed!! Kisses!!
“With sex involved, he won’t be able to say no.” 
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snake-cabin · 3 months
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Hi!!! Just came across your blog from the tea prompt for Dabi and Shigaraki, and was hoping I could humbly request earl grey tea and coffee for Dabi? Entirely up to you and at your leisure, of course!! ^w^
hiii!! once again, i have no problem doing both :)
tw: possessiveness, mentions of 18+ content but nothing too explicit.
♡dabi♡
earl grey tea: how do they court their s/o?
The way Dabi asks you out is both unexpected and abrupt, as well as a long time coming. What started as a casual one night stand hookup turned into running into each other by chance a week or so later, both of you on your way to get coffee and deciding to tag along to the shop you frequent together, after which you exchanged contact info. You don’t expect him to text you right away, if at all, but you wouldn’t mind reaching out the next time you found yourself feeling a little bored. Much to your surprise, however, Dabi does text you first.
What are you doing later, his speech bubble reads, plain and simple.
Not much, you reply. What about you?
He’s pretty to the point when he tells you he wants to hook up with you again, and since he was so good the first time, you figure why not.
After that night, you find yourself growing attached, thinking about him when he’s not around, wondering if maybe he’s thinking about you too. Several hook ups, casual coffee dates, and text conversations later, you’re curled up to his side watching some movie neither of you are particularly invested in.
“Hey…” you begin, afraid to have the conversation that’s been on your mind for a couple weeks now. “I think we should stop doing this.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, “this movie isn’t even that good anyway…” He gives you a look that you know only ever leads to one thing, all that cerulean swimming with lust.
“No,” you clarify, putting a little distance between you and him as you sit up and settle yourself on the couch across from him. “I mean us— you and me— this. I think we should stop seeing each other.”
All that lazy charm he usually carries so well suddenly drops, flickering into fear and confusion for a moment while his mouth hangs open with words he’s not yet sure he’s ready to say.
In his moment of pause you keep talking, telling him in the most unattached, nonchalant way you can that you don’t think you and him are on the same page, that, at this rate, you’re just going to get hurt, having developed stronger feelings for him than you ever intended.
You just never could’ve guessed that he was also currently facing the same predicament.
“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he admits, much to your surprise. You almost don’t believe him, but there’s something in his eyes, something about the way he says it that makes you think maybe he’s telling the truth. “Not since the coffee shop. I haven’t seen anyone else but you…”
And it’s never asked or stated explicitly— that you’re his girlfriend, that he’s your boyfriend— but from then on there seems to be way less guessing on your part whether he actually likes you for more than the amazing sex you two have.
You two start learning more personal things about each other, find you have more in common than you originally thought, and find comfort in the fact that, for once, everything seems to be working out for the best.
coffee: do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?
Oh I just think Dabi is the king of jealousy. Although, like with most things, he’s pretty good at masking that emotion under a veil of indifference if other people are around. However, the moment he’s got you alone again, he’s shoving you up against the wall and kissing you until you’re breathless, until your head is spinning and only filled of thoughts of him, him, him.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls, gravely tone laced with something dangerous, something desperate. When you hesitate, staring into his eyes, still trying to recover from that unexpected whirlwind of a kiss, he repeats, more urgent this time, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Dabi…” you say, slowly reaching up to cup his scarred face in your delicate little hands. “It’s always been you.”
It’s a barely detectable sound, the way his next breath catches in his throat as your words— your promise— registers to him, but then, once he catches himself slipping into something too vulnerable for him to bear, he’s leading you to your shared bed by the hand and pinning you down on it before long, making sure his kisses cover every inch of your body, branding you in bruises from his lips, the indent of his teeth, anything he can to make sure that he’s left his mark and claimed what’s his.
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♡ send me a tea prompt + a character i write for ♡
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thedarkmongoose · 5 months
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update: ceo verified the validity of the leaked memo and clarified with more context. regardless, it’s more or less the same story. they’re trying their best, but tumblr has an expiration date. BACK UP YOUR BLOGS. having said that, i sincerely appreciate the hannibal/tumblr community and all my moots. it's been a long, wild, hot mess of a ride, but it's been fun. tumblr won’t be disappearing tomorrow by any means, but it’s definitely winding down.
and i'll be here until it’s gone, but i’m still going to look for other places we can go. as much as i like pillowfort, it's also facing funding issues. here are a few resources to help keep our community going until we figure something out:
my mastodon:
my dreamwidth:
my ao3:
my shop:
Folie à Deux @folieadeuxserver (hannibal discord server):
hannibal fans dreamwidth:
hannibal tv subreddit:
would love any discussion/recs on where we all can go from here as well.
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felmonth · 2 months
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*eating a bag of chips*
Oh! Welcome to my blog, neighbor!
My name is Felmonth but call me Fel, I'm an artist or so I think, I'm from Chile, I don't write or speak English well but I'm learning, so if I make a mistake when writing something in English, correct me so I can learn much better. I dedicate myself to making small comics but just because they are small doesn't mean that they don't take time, it takes me forever to finish the drawings so give me patience with all the content that I have to bring here, it doesn't usually take more than a month, normally it's two weeks difference.
Anonymous Questions!
(It takes me a long time to answer since I usually draw to answer, give me patience with that too)
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What I do?
-I draw "Welcome Home" mostly and some other alternative universe of this project.
-I draw small comics of my character interacting with fandom characters (the only fandom I'm in is Welcome Home)
-I draw whatever, mainly my characters (OCs) in such a situation with other characters but never +18 since it makes me uncomfortable (maybe some off-color comments but it doesn't go any further).
-I draw headcanons/scenarios through comics.
-I don't usually draw romantic things but above all it's always romance between boys (so if you don't like it you can leave with a cup of tea and cookies from me)
-If I draw horror I do it as soft as possible.
Social networks:
My Instagram /
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About my art!
-It takes me forever to draw but I will do my best to bring content.
-Don't trace my drawings.
-I'm not good with my character designs but don't copy the designs I give them, I want to see your creativity not an exact copy.
-You can be inspired by my drawings but not make exact copies of those drawings.
-Yes, you can draw my Ocs with your oc (whether alone, ships, friends or neighbors)
-If you draw them in a romantic way, let them be of legal age since most of my characters are 24 or older.
-You can draw yourself with my character but don't think that by putting my character in a romantic situation, you and me, should be a couple…it's VERY uncomfortable…don't see it as automatically we should be a couple please.
-I clarify this because it has happened to me with some users who fought to the death in the chat for my character and me... and man… it's uncomfortable to see that so I ask you please… if you draw your character with mine. DON'T see it as a relationship between users….
-You can also draw reels or tiktoks, comics with my characters, I have no problem.
About me
-You can give me ideas to draw in the anonymous questions, no problem.
-Don't ask me if you can draw me something, just do it (But if you feel better asking, I have no problem answering).
-If I inspired you, give credits or a mention so I can see it.
-I will not tolerate homophobes looking at my drawings… we must respect everyone equally even if they are just drawings.
-Well… that's it, this blog will be edited over time to add more things. You can ask if you have questions about something.
About "Chats"
I didn't want to make this section about the chats but I am tired that there are people who get angry or sad either if I don't answer or I give them an answer that is not to their liking, I don't want to be a bad person but I want to clarify a few things:
-I can't be 100% chatting.
-I take a long time to respond to chats but that doesn't mean you have to insist with messages for me to respond quickly, if you're going to start with that, better not talk to me.
-Don't talk to me constantly:
-I mean by this, is that you talk to me all the time and every day of the week, do not do it...give me pauses and time to answer because I am not 100% on the phone, do not insist that I answer because it stresses me more not being able to answer, I try but I can't, I have other things to worry about and I'm not on the phone.... sorry.
-My response in chats: usually take days, weeks or even months, either by work, University, energy, mentally, etc..
-Delete messages: If you talk to me on any social network chat .... don't delete your messages...when they come to my phone by notification I read them but if I see that the message you sent me 35 min ago, I see it again 5 minutes later, it makes me feel very bad because you are not being patient with me when I am doing my best.
-Don't give me personal information about yourself and if you insist with chat messages of “why aren't you answering?”, I will not answer.
Byeeee UWU)/!
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margareth-lv · 1 year
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Hallucinations and hearing voices.
Yesterday’s (April 17, 2023) sudden twist of opinion of a certain American writer on a certain British author reminded me something that I wanted to share here a long time ago.
[Introduction: in an interview with The Sunday Times on Sunday, April 16, 2023, American writer Judy Blume said that she doesn't believe J.K. Rowling should be subjected to online harassment and threats because of her position on transgender issues. On Monday, April 17, after getting slammed for saying the above, Judy Blume clarified on Twitter that she “wholly supports the trans community” and her comments to the Sunday Times were 'taken out of context'  🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️.]
And it totally reminded me of something I wanted to share here a long time ago (but I’d stopped writing my blog for almost a year).
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Maybe (for an unknown reason) I experience some kind of false perception of events.
Maybe I hear voices (when nobody is speaking 🤪).
Maybe there’s nothing profound here and no one, except me, wants to waste their time looking for a deeper meaning.
… but I am a huge fan of Sam discussing on topics not relevant to his status of Solo-living Single, Childless Golden Boy 🤪. Here is another example of his "dad's" priorities. It never gets old for me: “Sam Heughan Spends a Day with His Unexpected New BFF (ft. Caitriona Balfe)"
[Josh Horowitz’s “Comedy Central” on November 19, 2021]
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I’m deliberately ignoring „Russian creepy dolls” (just thinking about Russian-Blonde-Dolls sends shivers down my spine and I don’t mean Matryoshka 🤪) and I’m heading straight for “Judy Blume novels”.
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As I don't know much about American literature, I had to google „Judy Blume” at that time (I ask forgiveness from those who know her well):
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🫣🫣🫣 So it is all about this kind of books:
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Quite nice, what do you think?
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Something quite suitable for a little girl 🤩
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To sum it up, what are your thoughts?
Was Sam speaking about something that did not really match with his official status as a single man with no children or was it just a coincidence? (... and I am hearing voices)
And as for “sandcastles”, well, let’s leave it open to a creative and personal interpretation. 🤪
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About sudden twist of opinion of Judy Blume:
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PS. I stand with J.K. Rowling.
[April 18, 2023]
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shion-yu · 6 days
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just talking to absolutely no one really here but felt like I should have it somewhere floating around as it came up on discord yesterday: my personal thoughts about having minor whump (teenage characters, childhood flashbacks) in my sickfics/the stuff I reblog
I don't personally find whump inherently sexual. I wouldn't say it's something kinky for me, nor do I find sickfics in general sexual. I just really enjoy them and they make me happy like I sorta imagine ASMR does it for some people? and that's been true my entire life.
that's why I feel comfortable having minor whump on my blog, and that's a personal preference only. I tag stories even when the characters are 17 as minor whump to be respectful, but it's not like I have a thing about writing kids being beat up or something. I like writing a full lifetime story for my characters including their possibly traumatic childhoods. like... nobody's tagging One Piece or Harry Potter fan fiction as "minor whump" but it is, right? if you're not comfortable having characters that are under 18 anywhere near your own blog, cool. but when I started this blog I had no followers for a long ass time so I made no differentiation between my personal enjoyment (95% of what I post/rb) and stuff that makes me horny (maybe like 5%). as it stands today the only stories of mine that broach the category of "kink" would be the Shu/Julian sick love verse stories which of course includes no minors (I feel like I shouldn't need to say this but nothing that includes minors is to me/should be!). that being said I've ALWAYS had this as an 18+/NSFW labeled blog to be safe, but that doesn't mean all or even most of the stuff is remotely sexual content and of course I can differentiate the things that are. I just wanted to clarify if literally anybody ever wondered or cared, which I doubt but hey, it's a blog, you're supposed to be able to shout your thoughts into the void right?
if anybody bothered reading this I'm interested in hearing your thoughts too. for example one person told me they only allow exclusively kink blogs to follow them simply because they themselves find the stuff sexual, not because the work inherently is. and I think that's actually a very conscious thing to do! but for me that's not the case so I think it's okay...
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sophies-junkyard · 6 months
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Seeing the new PJO content has me thinking way too hard about growing up. Its crazy because it’s like…. I think that chapter of my life is over? Which is a BIZARRE feeling. It’s all pretty stupid to write out but I’m drinking coffee and staring out the window and don’t have class for another 6 hours so lemme scribble some thoughts.
I read the Percy Jackson books when I was the same age as the characters, and so whenever I look back on those stories I sort of… remember them as peers? I remember how much I related to them and looked up to them. It was the first story that ever told me my ADHD could be a gift, and that it made me just like my heroes. It was so, SO important to me. I JOINED TUMBLR for the PJO fandom! I made camp t-shirts and painted necklace beads! I learned to draw because the fanart inspired me. Those books were such an escape for a lonely kid. The characters grew up right alongside me, and eventually got older than me. So when I picture our trio I still picture people… more competent than me? People I would aspire to be. But seeing that trailer and remembering like… holy fuck they were kids. I was a kid. This is a faithful adaptation because they were TWELVE… where did the time go?
It’s just strange because if you scroll back through my tumblr you’ll find a kid who camped out for the release of HOH. Who saved her allowance for a year to get an autographed copy of the Blood of Olympus. Whose eyes would glaze over in euphoria at the idea of my favorite thing in the world coming to screen. At the idea of a new BOOK!! And from Percy’s perspective?? That girl would’ve exploded. This was HER blog! Push a few buttons and you’ll find her!
So how odd is it that… it’s simply not for me anymore. When I saw that the book was set in Percy’s senior year of high school, I had a tiny flash of disappointment. Obviously I can’t relate to an 18 year old, and I felt myself frowning. “Why isn’t Percy for ME anymore?” I wondered. And I immediately felt silly. The answer is because… I don’t need that world anymore.
They’re not making this show for me. They’re bringing it back for the next generation of kids who need those role models and those stories. When I watched the trailer I thought “oh that’s cool” instead of “oh my god I can’t wait!!” Because it just doesn’t make my brain light up like it used to. I’m never going to relate to it like I once did. Ever. And that’s okay because I’m not that kid anymore! Insane.
It’s not like the series doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. There’s a copy of The Lightning Thief on the bookshelf directly across from me. Its smooshed between The Secret History and a level 4000 Spanish textbook. It’s yellowed with age and shredded around the corners. The first sentence has been underlined repeatedly in smudgy mechanical pencil. There are about a thousand folded pages and the back cover is missing. I don’t remember the last time I opened it, but it’s moved with me for years now and I have no intention of letting it go.
Those stories and that fandom shaped me into the person I am today. I wanted to be brave like Percy and smart like Annabeth. I believed it was possible because I saw myself in them, and it turned out to be true. So while it’s sad to know those days are behind me, I’m so SO glad that other kids will get to have that experience. I hope these stories live on for decades to come.
I don’t really know what the point of writing this was. I think I just wanted to have these thoughts written out somewhere. A sort of acceptance that time goes on and things change, ya know? And to clarify: this is NOT meant to discourage ANYBODY from watching the new series or reading the new book. People should absolutely go back to the things that bring them joy, should discover new worlds to escape to, etc. live your life baby! Hell, I’ll probably end up liking everything PJO related that floats across my dash. Nostalgia is a powerful thing. If you read this entire post I hope you have a great day lmao.
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instead of you [part thirty-three] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 
warnings: swearing, angst, discussions of plane disasters, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)
word count: 3k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
additional a/n: disclaimer that this chapter and the following chapters take place on oahu and kauai, hawai'i. i wrote this a year ago (originally posted on sept. 22, 2022) and included mentions of the negative impact and sentiment tourism in hawai'i procures, but it was before the fires in maui. i included hawai'i in their vacation in the first place because i'm part hawaiian and wanted to bring attention to our people's attitude toward tourists while also writing about the parts of the islands that i grew up loving. and i thought i should clarify that before posting, as i feel the context is important to precede what would be an otherwise distasteful choice if i had written this now. please keep hawai'i in your thoughts, mahalo plenty <3
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Predictably, you cried yourself to sleep. You debated over whether or not to tell Minho. He’d probably find out when he woke up in the morning but would he be mad if he didn’t hear it from you? If Jisung was right, he didn’t care about you at all, so why would you grant him the courtesy of a head’s up? You didn’t want to believe Jisung, rather, you wanted to believe that he had only said those things in the heat of the moment but at the end of the day, he knew Minho far better than you did. Whether or not he was telling the truth to try and save you or lying to hurt you was up to you to decipher.
You wound up texting Minho, ‘Jisung knows,’ without any other context and calling it a night. 
The next morning, you woke up to a message from Jisung telling you not to bother getting ready for the day and that he’d be going on without you. It was mostly a relief not to have to put on an act after everything that happened the night before but it also stung.
You weren’t very optimistic about repairing your relationship with Jisung, but any lingering hope vanished when he wouldn’t even look at you in passing in the hallway. 
You spent the entire day in bed, trying to distract yourself with anything you could think of to pass the time. You scrolled through social media until your timelines stopped refreshing with new content. There wasn’t anything interesting enough on TV to pull you out of spiraling so you didn’t even bother trying to find something to hold your attention. 
At one point you remembered the book you were reading but as soon as you opened it you were greeted by all of Jisung’s little annotations he had left for you. He still had your book and you wondered if he would ever finish it now that you’d ruined everything. 
You thought about texting him, just to check in or try and talk about things but you didn’t want to bother him. A couple of times, you almost texted him just out of instinct. You would go to send him a tweet that you thought he’d find funny and then remember.
Minho came by your room that night after dinner when everyone was back from the day’s activities. He knocked twice, letting himself in before you’d even finished telling him he could enter. 
“Care to explain what happened?” he asked, hands on his hips.
You shrugged noncommittally. “Jisung found out.”
“How? Did you tell him?”
“And ruin my own relationship with my best friend? Yeah, definitely.”
Minho rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here to argue. I just want to know what happened.”
“Then don’t accuse me of shit.”
“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do.”
You sighed and signaled for him to sit down if he wanted to. He did, perching himself on the edge of the bed cautiously. 
“He knows because he noticed me sneaking out and finally decided to follow me.”
The color drained from Minho’s face. “So he heard-”
You nodded. “I don’t know how much, but enough.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck is right.”
“He wouldn’t say a word to me today,” Minho said. 
“He wouldn’t even look at me.”
“I guess we knew this would happen eventually.”
“Yeah.”
“We fucked up.”
“Yeah.”
“You were right.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
“We really do deserve each other.”
Oh. What Jisung had said earlier rang through your ears again. 
“I guess I was.”
Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and Jisung walked in, scoffing as he passed his brother. 
“I should have known,” he muttered to himself. 
“Ji, look-” Minho tried, only to be immediately cut off by his younger brother. 
“Don’t. Please just fucking don’t.”
“But-”
“God, you never listen to a word I say, do you? Either of you?”
You wanted to protest that you did listen to him but you thought better of it. It wouldn’t help your case at all. Instead, you sat there silently like a child being scolded. 
“I don’t want to hear you explain yourself,” Jisung continued. “I don’t care why you fucked my best friend. I think the act in itself doesn’t need an explanation.” Minho opened his mouth to respond but Jisung cut him off again. “I don’t want to hear an apology either. I already know you don’t mean it. In fact, I think we’re done here so if you wouldn’t mind getting the fuck out of my room...”
Minho looked like he wanted to argue but likely knew it wouldn’t do any good so he simply hung his head and let himself out, bidding you a quiet goodnight as he left. You didn’t respond. You didn’t even acknowledge him. How could you?
“Don’t forget to pack your things for the flight tomorrow. It’s a long one.”
You sat there, stunned. You hadn’t expected Jisung to speak to you at all, let alone say something amicable. 
“O-ok thanks,” you responded shakily.
“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he added. 
“Oh-” you scrambled up, preparing to leave but Jisung stopped you. 
“No, I meant with you. It’d look weird if I slept on the couch again.”
Of course. Keeping up appearances.
“Is it even worth it to do this anymore?” you asked. “I mean, it’s falling apart at the seams.”
“It’ll be fine,” Jisung argued. “It’s just a few more weeks.”
“Do you really want to keep pretending to be in love with someone you hate?”
He froze, still bent over his suitcase. Then he straightened up and turned to face you. 
“I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t?”
“No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’ve been trying, trust me.”
You weren’t sure how to take that. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to take it. You tried not to let his words stoke the embers of hope you were still clinging on to but it was already proving difficult. 
“Maybe with time,” you suggested. 
He shrugged. “Ready for bed?”
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You managed to get some sleep, despite everything. It took a while for your heart to calm down as you lay there beside your (ex?) best friend who was already snoring softly. He had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t sure how he was able to drift off so easily in spite of your whole friendship falling apart but perhaps the stress was only one-sided. 
You were the one being eaten alive by anxiety and guilt. All he had to do was mourn the loss of everything you destroyed. 
The hours of sleep you did get passed quickly without dreams which was unusual for you. Before you knew it, Jisung’s alarm was going off and both of you were groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed. 
You finished packing the rest of your things in relative silence. Neither of you had much to say aside from when you passed each other’s things back and forth from your suitcases. 
The sun had yet to come up when the rest of the Hans gathered in the kitchen with their luggage. Since the flight was over twelve hours long Jisung’s parents had booked the earliest possible departure which just so happened to be before the sunrise. 
The boys slept during the ride to the airport but you weren’t able to. You were squished between Jisung and Minho in the very back of the van, feeling like a pin in a grenade. They ignored each other, of course, both seemingly dead to the world. 
Minho woke up before Jisung. He glanced over at you and offered an expression of sympathy. You just shrugged in response. 
Sitting in the car like that caused your knees to brush up against each other every so often, each time you rounded a corner or went over a speed bump. Every time it happened you fought the urge to meet his eyes. The touch, be it fleeting, made your chest tighten over and over again until you were half-convinced you were going into cardiac arrest. Eventually, Minho gave up trying to give you space and just let his knee rest against yours. Funnily enough, it helped you relax.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s fine.”
He was so hard to read these days. Not that he was ever easy to read. You couldn’t tell whether or not he liked having his knee there. You weren’t sure why you were getting so caught up on it in the first place.
You longed to hold his hand. You longed to hold Jisung’s hand. But all you could do was sit there in between the two and wait until you finally arrived at the airport. 
Thankfully, Minho was sat with his parents for the flight, which meant you were squeezed in between Jisung and Felix. You gave Jisung the window seat, knowing you wouldn’t get any sleep yourself. He looked like he wanted to argue when you offered it to him but ultimately surrendered when he saw the look in your eyes. You compromised for switching halfway through since the flight was so long but even that seemed to be pushing it for him. 
It was funny how Jisung was still looking out for you after everything you had done. It was as if it was instinctual to him, to put you before himself. The realization almost made you tear up. Had you cared that much for him too? Or was it all one-sided? Either way, you were positive you didn’t deserve him.
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Dom had chosen Hawai’i as his destination. A controversial choice, given the state of tourism at the moment, but it wasn’t like you had much say in the matter. Jisung had confided in you earlier in the trip that he had tried to talk his father out of it but that he couldn’t be swayed. 
“We might as well try to make the most of it,” you argued. “It’s like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right?”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
The flight from Bali to Hawai’i was over twelve hours long which meant that you had roughly six hours to figure out how to entertain yourself before it was time to trade places. You could try to sleep but that meant leaning on Jisung and you were almost positive the last thing he wanted was for you to touch him right now. 
You didn’t feel like paying for the in-flight wi-fi so you had to get creative with how to keep yourself busy. You scrolled through your camera roll for a while but it just made you sad. The pictures from the trip were one thing, but then there were all of the ones of you and Jisung back at school. The further back you went, the happier you seemed. There was no way that was actually true, it was just putting more distance between what had happened in the present from the way things were in the past. That, and you had a tendency to romanticize the past. 
“Did you know flight attendants are trained to take oxygen masks from passengers?”
Felix’s voice from beside you pulled you from your spiral of self-pity almost immediately. You turned to look at him and cocked your head in confusion. 
“What?”
“Like, you know that whole spiel they give you about safety before the plane takes off? And they’re like ‘during the flight, oxygen masks might drop from overhead’?”
“No, I know all of that. Why would they take the masks from passengers? Do they not have their own?”
“They do, but they might need to move around the cabin when that happens in case of an emergency or something, and if that were to be the case, they’re trained to take masks from passengers to oxygenate themselves. They’ll give it back, but in order to do their jobs they might have to borrow one without asking.”
“What if the passenger passes out?”
“Then they’ll be able to help them! Because they’re fully oxygenated.”
You made a face. “I’m glad you’ve got the aisle seat, then.”
Felix shrugged, grinning. “It sounds fucked up, but it’s just logistical. Wanna know something actually fucked up? These seat belts are practically useless.”
“What?” you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know where he was going with this but your morbid curiosity got the better of you once again. “What do you mean?”
“Well, they help with turbulence and stuff but in the event of a crash, these aren’t going to do shit for us. They’re just here to keep us strapped to the seat so they can identify the corpses by looking at the flight log.”
You sat there in stunned silence as the information Felix had just told you sunk in. 
“That is... so dark,” you said finally. 
“Yeah, but isn’t it interesting?”
“I guess, but why did you have to tell me all of this while we’re in the air?”
“Because it’s relevant!”
You sighed and glanced back at Jisung who was asleep and slumped against the window. “Ready to switch?”
It was just a joke but Felix scoffed nonetheless. 
“I’m offended,” he whispered. 
“And I’m traumatized.”
“My bad.”
Somehow, Felix kept you occupied until it was time to switch with Jisung. You lost track of time talking to him about everything and nothing. Out of all of the Han brothers, Felix was the one you knew the least. 
You learned a lot about him in the six and a half hours you sat next to each other. You learned that he, like Jisung, had a passion for photography. He liked anime but manga adaptations always disappointed. He wanted to be a dancer when he was little, just like his big brother. 
When it was Felix’s turn to inquire about you, you were sort of at a loss for words. You had to tread carefully around how much to actually reveal about yourself. When to lie, when to stretch the truth. You were exhausted. It was exhausting. But Jisung had made it clear that this was still important to him despite you not seeing the point anymore. So you played along for his sake. It was the least you could do since you ruined everything else. 
You talked mostly about school, what you were studying, what you wanted to do with your degree... all the small talk that usually took place when you first met a person, not after you’d been traveling with them for over a month. But Felix didn’t know a lot about you interests wise so he listened intently and asked a lot of questions. 
When it was finally time to actually switch, you were half-relieved, half-bummed. Talking with Felix was fun but you hated lying to him. 
Jisung lifted up the armrest between you and him to let you slide over while he stood awkwardly in the aisle. 
“Do you want to use my hoodie as a blanket, baby?” he asked.
“Sure, thanks.”
He laid it over your shoulders after you got settled against the window, kissing you on the head and telling you goodnight. 
You shut your eyes and tried to relax but sleep wouldn’t come. You knew it wouldn’t. You took deep breaths in an attempt to slow your heart rate, lowkey considering holding your breath until you passed out. 
Next to you, Jisung was flipping through the in-flight movies. You could hear him tapping on the touchscreen, huffing in frustration when he couldn’t find anything he wanted to watch. 
“You okay, bro?” Felix asked his twin. 
You felt Jisung sort of shift, likely checking to see if you were asleep. He sighed. 
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Relationship troubles?” Felix guessed.
“Why do you ask?”
“You’ve been pissy for like, the past two days. I assumed it had something to do with your girlfriend.”
“She hasn’t been sleeping well,” he explained simply, lying through his teeth. Well, it wasn’t technically a lie because you weren’t sleeping well, but that had nothing to do with why Jisung was upset. “The exhaustion has been leading to a lot of fights.”
“Sorry, man.”
 “It’s okay. It happens. Not that you would know.”
Felix scoffed. “Ouch, I try to have a heart-to-heart with you and you go there?”
“This is a heart-to-heart to you?”
“You know what I mean. A real conversation.”
“Okay, but I’m right. You wouldn’t know.”
“Not all of us can have healthy relationships like you, Jisung,” he sighed.
“I know. I think I’m mom and dad’s only chance at grandchildren at this point.”
“Not if our brother has anything to say about it,” Felix said lowly. 
“What do you mean?” Jisung asked.
He sounded genuinely confused but you knew that internally he was panicking because you were too. You were still pretending to be asleep but you had stopped breathing, waiting to hear what he would say next. How much did Felix know? You and Minho weren’t great at sneaking around but you had at least tried to be a little careful. 
“You mean you haven’t noticed the way Minho looks at her?”
“Not really? But you spend more time with him. You know him better than I do.”
“Well, you should pay more attention. He makes it kind of obvious,” Minho muttered.
“Makes what kind of obvious, though?”
“That he wants her.”
“What?” 
“I can’t believe you haven’t caught on to him flirting with her.” 
“Well obviously he’s doing it behind my back so-”
“Sorry you had to find out this way,” Felix said, likely grimacing, “but at least she isn’t reciprocating, from what I’ve seen.”
“Yeah, at least there’s that,” Jisung murmured. 
You were able to exhale in relief, but only slightly. Felix didn’t know everything but he could tell Minho was interested which wasn’t a good sign. How long had he been picking up on that? 
Your best friend sighed angrily. “The one thing I thought Minho couldn’t take from me-” 
You bit the inside of your cheek, guilt consuming you all over again. 
“Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?” Felix asked. “He hasn’t even made a move or anything, mate. I just think he thinks she’s cute.”
“With Minho, that’s enough.”
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cherryblossomsenpai · 2 years
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Hello I’m back again! Thank you so much for writing caught, I loved it! I was hoping you could write a nsfw part 2 of caught, where tanji joins his s/o in the bath and starts feeling kinda possessive after his friends getting to see you, and feels he needs to reclaim you or something
Caught (Part 2)
NSFW!!! 18+ MDNI
Minors and Ageless Blogs Will Be Blocked!
Everyone here is above 18 of course.
Tanjiro is a bit of a tease here. But, you'll forgive him, won't you? He's jealous and a soft dom!
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Pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling as he tries to collect himself, trying to be understanding that his friends didn’t mean to stare at you. It was an accident after all.
But there’s a little fire growing in his chest. You’re his wonderful love. Your being, your body, for as long as you’d allow him, is his to behold.
��I’m just saying…” Inosuke (attempts) to whisper, “I just don’t get why there were so many marks…How did she manage to get them on her thighs and-”
BAM!
“Dammit!” Inosuke yells in pain, rubbing over the spot on his head that Tanjiro had just smacked.
Zenitsu continued to hide his face, keeping his head in his hands as he awaited Tanjiro’s wrath to fall onto him next, knowing fully well that Tanjiro was able to smell the blood dripping from his nose.
But instead, he only heard Tanjiro walk away. Walk back to the bathing area.
“Why the hell are you bleeding?” Inosuke growled to the blond, “He never even touched you!”
“Let’s go wait somewhere else, Inosuke,” Zenitsu heavily suggested as he continued to pinch his nose, trying to put as much distance between himself and Tanjiro as possible.
That was so embarrassing! Hiding your face in your hands, kicking at the water as you tried to calm down your racing heart. How could you ever face them again?
“Y/n?” Tanjiro called gently. You yelped in surprise. Tanjiro’s hands held onto your shoulders.
“Sorry, honey!” he apologized, gently rubbing your shoulders.
“Tanjiro,” you pout, throwing your arms around his neck, “I’m so embarrassed!”
“I know,” he coos, “We should have paid more attention. I’m sorry.”
He wraps his arms around your bare waist, your skin still steamy from your bath. So smooth and so soft.
How dare they lay their eyes on what’s his.
Squeaking when Tanjiro grabs handfuls of your ass, the jealousy becoming too much. You’re his. Your body, your heart, your pussy. It’s all his.
Tilting your chin, he growls, “Look at me.” His voice is low and deep. His eyes glow with such a fiery red intensity, that you can’t help but be intimidated. And he knows this.
“Sweetheart,” he says a bit more softly, “I’m quite upset right now.” Your heart drops. Did you anger him?
“You’re not at fault at all,” he clarifies, as though he was reading your mind, “You’re completely innocent in this situation. I just wanted to let you know. If anything, it’s my fault. So, if you would like me to stop now, or at any time, you can tell me. You know I would never want to hurt you, my love. Understand?”
You nod, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“That’s my girl.”
The next kiss is much more passionate, cupping your face in his large hands, pulling you into a hasty kiss. His tongue eagerly licks across your lips. Lips that belong to him.
"My sweet," he makes out through every greedy kiss, "Who do you love?"
"You," you answer, already feeling your body sinking into his.
"Hm? Who?" he repeats, pulling you closer to him, feeling his cock twitch against you.
"I love you, Tanjiro," you say and he smiles.
"Good. I love you too, Y/n. Now, open your mouth."
You do as you're told, and Tanjiro darts his tongue inside, swirling it around your own tongue, nibbling tenderly on your bottom lip. His hands roam around your body, feeling the curves, the warmth, the softness that spills around his long fingers.
He pulls back, a thin sliver of saliva being evidence of your previous connection, now falling onto your heaving chests.
With one finger on your chin, he tilts your head upwards, the skin of your neck exposed for him. For him alone.
Kissing and licking down to your racing pulse point, chuckling as he admires a hickey from the previous night's events.
"Who left this here?" Tanjiro asks, tracing a finger along the hickey on your shoulder, the gentle touch giving you goosebumps.
"You did..." you reply, "You did, Tanjiro."
"Hmhmm," he agrees, big hands moving to squeeze your breasts and fondle them, "I did."
He licks around your nipple, knowing how much you enjoyed the tease. Back arching as you attempted to bring him to where you needed his mouth.
Pressing a soft kiss to your nipple, he moves to the other breast and repeats it, making sure to never take it into his mouth to suckle.
You try to be patient. Soft whines escape your lips when he presses that gentle kiss to your nipple again.
"T-Tanjiro..." you breathe. He knows what you want. He's just waiting for you to ask.
"Hm?"
"You're teasing..." you gasp.
"Am I?" he asks coyly, "Then, what do you want me to do, love?"
Your face feels hot. You can feel the heat all the way to your ears. Tanjiro always knew what you needed him to do without you having to ask.
“Tanjiro…” you whine, fingers tangling in his dark locks to pull him closer to your breast. Pressing his face to your soft mound, he can feel the thumping of your frantic heartbeat.
“Tell me.” He flicks your hardened nipple and you can’t stand it anymore.
“Tanjiro, please suck-Ahh!” You don’t even finish your sentence, Tanjiro already latching onto your nipple, sucking and licking fervently, pinching and flicking the other one.
He looks up at you, his beautiful eyes glowing with lust, humming in satisfaction as he watches you squirm and try to pull him even closer whenever he stops suckling.
He continues this “torment.” He’ll do whatever you say, touch and lick and suck anywhere you wish:
As long as you explicitly tell him to.
“Hmm? Who do you want to fuck this pussy?” Tanjiro asks, licking so agonizingly slowly across your sensitive bud while his thick fingers drill into you at the same pace.
You’re so far gone that you try to grind his face against your throbbing sex, wrapping your thighs around his head and tugging at his hair. Mewling when he effortlessly threw your legs up over his shoulders, lifting you so that your ass was off the ground, completely helpless as his tongue slowly slid inside of your hole.
He feels a little guilty. He knows you’re so shy and flustered right now. So desperate and needy. But he has to prove a point. Only then will he let you indulge in himself. Only then will he give you everything that you so desperately crave.
“Honey,” he calls, his deep voice sending vibrations to your very core. But it’s not enough.
“Please, use your words,” he wants to tell you. Just say his name, tell him what you want him to do, let those two know what he’s doing to you, and he’ll give in. At this point, he’s desperate as well. Heart aching as he sees you wiggle and your eyes go glossy with tears because you just can’t take this teasing!
“T-Tanjiro,” you plead, “Please! Let me cum, Tanjiro! Please! I need you! I need your cock!”
That’s all he needed to hear.
He immediately lowers your legs. Losing his resolve. Rolling himself onto the floor, he calls you, “Come here, baby. Come sit.”
You waste no time in getting in his lap. Lining the purple tip of his hard cock to your twitching, soaked entrance, you slowly take him inside.
Tanjiro lets out a hiss, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, the tightness of your pussy overwhelming him.
“You can do it, love,” he coos, watching your brows furrowing as you continue to sink down his length.
Whimpering as you descend further down, his girth hitting every sensitive spot of your velvety walls.
It’s bliss. Absolute bliss. Finally able to feel that wonderful pleasure. You bounce at a rough and fast pace, unable to stop the moans that come out of you.
“Good girl,” he coos, “My good girl.”
One hand gently brings your face to his by the back of your head, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. Keeping you distracted, his other hand drifts elsewhere.
Fingers dancing along your clit. Already knowing that perfect rhythm you love. Making you squeal with delight as your walls clamp around him.
“Tanjiro!” you scream as your body shakes, the relief of that first orgasm hitting you like a ruthless wave.
“Good baby, keep going, love,” he gasps as you cum on his dick, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your vision goes fuzzy, the tears falling down your cheeks.
But you don’t stop. Your hips go at it again. The squelching of your arousal covering both his and your thighs only growing louder as you begin to mewl again.
“My beautiful baby.”
“My pretty.”
“My love.”
“Gods…” he breathes, struggling to hold back his release as you begin to clench around him again, “Honey…honey…I’m close…”
You’re too far gone at this point. Grunting and moaning, eyes rolled to the back of your skull, drooling and panting.
“You’re beautiful,” he chokes out, planting his hands on your hips. If he’s going to cum, he’s going to make sure you get to cum with him as well.
One buck of his hips makes you scream, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and your hands hold onto his broad shoulders for support.
“Mark me, baby,” he begs, tilting his head so that his neck is exposed for you, “Let them know that I’m yours. Please.”
And so you do. Moaning and sucking all over his neck, trailing bites and licks along his collarbone, making him shiver and cry out as your nails dig into his back.
Grabbing handfuls of your ass, he slams you onto his cock with such urgency, such desperation, that it’s like it’s the last time you’ll ever fuck again.
That tension is breaking. That coil. It’s snapping as you cry out, “Tanjiro!”
He whimpers, eyes rolling upwards as your cunt squeezes his dick, “Y/n!”
Gushing down his length as those creamy ropes of white shoot into your womb, filling you up so wonderfully that you can’t help but tremble.
“I love you,” he sighs, peppering your face with kisses. That jealous fire in his chest subsides. But as you wiggle your hips in need once more, he chuckles.
After all, he’s the only one who can fuck you senseless. And when he heads out to train with the rest of the Hashira, when he removes his shirt, displays the scratches and bites and hickeys that cover his body, everyone else will know too.
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funkyswitchboy · 1 year
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THIS POST INCLUDES MY BOUNDARIES AND DNIS. I WILL FUCKING BLOCK YOU IF YOU DONT READ IT. My block list is long as fuck and you will join it. Please. PLEASE just respect the dnis. God damn.
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Oh yeah I should introduce myself and lay out some ground rules shouldn’t I
Hi you can call me Z or Zee if you feel inclined to it, or just call me a pet name! I like pretty much all pet names and I especially enjoy being called bunny or bun (however only @kaedthoughts gets to call me fluffy bunny, thx wolfy <3)
’m FTM trans, I go by he/they/it pronouns, I’m a switch/vers with no huge preference either way, Im gay (attracted to men and masc-aligning ppl) and I’m predominantly T4T
I have chronic pain but I refuse to let that stop me from committing acts of Gay 😌
This blog is for me to commit SINS (AKA this is an nsfw blog, so if you’re a minor or don’t have your age listed somewhere in your bio or pinned don’t fucking interact ty. And I mean your actual age or birth year, not just “over 18” or “old enough” or any bs like that)
This blog is ALSO mlm and MOSTLY T4T!!! Lots of luv in my heart for the cis boys but I tend to write either unspecified or T4T content! Women, my content isn’t for you so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m don’t rlly specifically post about any kinks because there’s just a whole lot of em but I do my best to tag them all properly, pls don’t hesitate to lmk if I miss something in my tags!
My asks are always open, so feel free to send me horny stuff in my asks! I reserve my right not to respond tho. if we’re moots, feel free to DM me!! I enjoy lighthearted flirting and such :)
AS FOR GROUND RULES:
This blog does not feature rapeplay or noncon. There will be some intox/hypno/free use type content (not heavily, I don’t post about any of them remarkably frequently) but anything outright to do with rapeplay won’t come up on this blog. If you like it that’s fine I’m not here to police ppl, but it’s not for me.
I talk about breeding VERY often, it is much more in the primal/possessive way rather than the actual pregnancy way. Pregnancy type wording and such def shows up and I’m not uncomfortable with the phrasing, but IRL I have no interest in kids or pregnancy, so keep that in mind.
I PUT A HARD LIMIT ON DETRANS/MISGENDERING. We don’t do that here. Leave.
Get the fuck off of my blog if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, are or support “MAPs”, generally all the usual DNI stuff. I’ll bite your fingers off if you try any of that shit here.
Lesbians y’all are wonderful and welcome here, but please don’t rb my posts and tag them as wlw. Everything I write/say is mlm and it makes me uncomfy when my yearning for men is made out to be wlw or fem.
If there’s anything you want to check about, don’t be afraid to ask!! I don’t mind answering questions so as long as you’re polite, you can always just ask me and I’ll be more than happy to clarify on anything.
I do often block based on vibes, if I don’t get a good vibe off of you I will block you jsyk
With all that out of the way, if you’ve read all of this welcome! If you haven’t read it and/or ignore it I will fucking block you :)
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alj0saray · 2 years
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ummm hi im kinda new to this and your blog but i like your writing and checked the prompt and stuff,,, and i would like to request smth! 21 + 19 for scaramouche pls (or a harbinger like pantalone and dottore or even pierro from the trailer, i just dont know if you do for them or how much i can request....) *for a she/her reader, afab* if its not too much. feel free to ignore if its too much or out of your comfort zone? its valid :) also have a good day and thanks anyway ✨🖤 also i kinda feel its important to clarify that im an adult, 19. and down bad it seems.
unfortunately, I cannot see your blog if you are on anon, but thank u 💞 also since I already did a similar prompt with Regrator, I decided to try with Dottore! Idk if I nailed it tho, I made it pretty cool and calm this time than I originally intended... The whole afab reader is more on scaramouche part rather than dottore bc i forgot lmfaoo
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Broken English, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Manipulation, AFAB/GN Reader, Specifics TW/CW under for each character, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Scaramouche x Reader, Dottore x Reader (Genshin Impact) Words Count: 810 (help)
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⤠ Numbers 37, 40 + Kaoru ⤟ Genshin Impact Masterlist ⤠ Numbers 26, 31 + Dazai Osamu ⤟
✧˚ · . Scaramouche
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19. “Look at you, you have it so bad. Cry me a river.” 21. “It looks like I need to pay your parents a visit.”
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: AFAB Reader (use of words like "wife", "daughter") Forced Marriage, Scara being mean as always, Physical and Mental Abuse,
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“Look at you, you have it so bad. Cry me a river.” The short man loudly sighs, not caring to show any sympathy for your desperately crying and sobbing, or how your body shivered in fear.
Scaramouche completely ignored you until you visibly were calmer and relaxed, too annoyed with your behavior to even try to comfort you. He roughly took your face with his hand and forced your still teary eyes to look at him, gulping in fear when you saw just how pissed he was.
“Done with your bullshit? I don’t have the time to deal with a brat like you, I’m a busy man.” He spits out, and you could feel his fingers slowly penetrating your skin and a bit of blood coming out. “You should be grateful that I’m taking care of you; making sure you are okay and healthy, you even have a roof over your dumb head!”
Kunikuzushi pushes you away as if you were nothing but mere dirt, your whole body slamming hard against the hard and cold floor. It hurt. It hurt so badly. If what hurt more was your feelings or body you didn’t know.
“It looks like I need to pay your parents a visit, and maybe with this will you learn something. I bet your parents will be so distraught to learn how much their daughter is a mess, how terrible of a wife she is.”
Tears started to fall from your eyes once more as you desperately try to force Scaramouche inside your house, arms hugging his leg. Your father had a weak heart, and it only was thanks to Scaramouche's money and position that he was able to help him fully recover and, probably, add a few years to his life. You promised yourself that, no matter how hard or terrible of a husband he might be, you will always stay with him, as a way to pay your family's enormous debt to this man.
He simply looks at you with a grunt and a huff coming from his lips, his expression unreadable. But at least he wasn't moving, so maybe you still have some chance to redeem yourself in his eyes.
✧˚ · . Dottore
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Gender Neutral Reader, One mention of Kidnapping, Bad Parents?, Threats of Violence, Various mentions of Experiments,
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Dottore wasn’t the best at controlling himself. In fact, you may say that he didn’t even try to do so. What was fun or interesting was going to be his, not caring about the consequence of his action. People were going to cover it up for him anyway.
And you, you were one of the most interesting thing his eyes ever saw. Even if he couldn’t exactly tell what was it about you that was so special, but he didn’t really care about it either; you were with him all the time now.
“It looks like I need to pay your parents a visit. Would like that? Maybe we could see them together, I have a few fun ideas we could try...” he laughs seeing your surprised expression; you could never tell what he was thinking most of the time. Was he suggesting that your parents were hostage and, if you dared disobey him, they were going to get killed? Maybe even in front of your eyes, Dottore loved seeing you cry. He was a sadist, especially with you.
It’s true that your parents didn’t care that much when he come to your house and roughly took you away, never to be seen again, but they were still your parents. You cared for them even with your mixed feelings, so the mere idea of him playing his awful experiment on them was making you tear up.
“Oh? Crying already? My, my...” Dottore's smiles grew wilder and sadistic, his thumb going to gently caress your cheek. “Look at you, you have it so bad. Cry me a river. I didn’t even say anything, it was just a mere suggestion. No reason to be such a crybaby; I am not that bad or cruel, you should know that by now. I never hurt you when you misbehave like what you just did right now, do I? No need to be so scared darling. I can't say the same for your parents if you keep being bad though, and it doesn't seem you want that... Right?"
You nod, not trusting yourself to be able to say even a mere “yes”. It was true, in a way, that Dottore wasn’t cruel with you; he never tried to experiment on you, but he certainly threaten you to do so. Hurting you physically wasn’t his thing it seems, which you were glad for, but it wasn’t unusual for him to leave you all alone somewhere or threaten you until you are crying and begging him to stop. Swearing you were going to be good.
"Good, now let's go. I have stuff to do."
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ohbother2 · 2 months
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Hey just wondering, should we ask requests in tumblr asks or messages (yknow to prove 18+)
Personally Id like to request an nsfw character x character fic but I saw in the instructions that proof was needed (I have a picture of documents with my birthdate on it)
Hi!!!
Honestly either is fine! I feel like I didn't explain well enough in my post so I'll just re-clarify here and edit the post, but by 'proof' I mean more being able to see that your blog identifies as 18+ yk?
And please don't worry, you don't need to send me pictures of anything :)
Like, feel free to send NSFW requests anonymously, but I'd really appreciate you indicating in possibly a separate ask your blog? Just so I could potentially check it out and see if there was an age indication in the bio?
I know some people won't feel comfortable doing that, so please feel free to message me asks anyway whilst remaining anonymous, but if you're writing indicates you might be a younger age, I may simply choose not to write it.
I've come to realise there's very little I can actually do to make sure asks I'm receiving are from 18+ users, so I'm just gonna have to say again: Minors DNI, please.
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