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Always, Any Day

Idol Park Seonghwa x (F)Reader

Summary: At this point it didn't matter who was more sad, who was hurt or who was to blame, all that mattered was that they were always there for each other.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: insecurities

Est.Read Time: 14 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Ratings: nc-17

Banner: @cafekitsune

“A bunny?” his deep voice a bit too loud for the silence that surrounded them, causing her to shush him, earning an eye roll, before he rolled his chair closer to the bed where she was sprawled out, “Why can’t I be like a tiger or a dragon?”

“Because Ddeongbyeoli is a bunny too and- you don’t look like a tiger and thank god not like a dragon, why would you want to look like a scale-covered serpent.” She mumbled, eying him, thinking of throwing something at him to get his attention, but she knew he’d get all finicky about his room remaining clean- God, why did she love him?

“Because why not? They’re cool.” The timbre of his voice almost had her shiver, who knew behind the face of an angel, sat the spawn of Satan who wasn’t paying attention to his poor little girlfriend- horrible behavior, just negligence, tsk.

"Plus, San agrees with me." She mumbled, leaning against his pillows, glancing away from her phone to his hunched back, he was hunched over his desk, so close to the screen his face might as well be glued to it at this point.

"Yah....why are you having these conversations with him?" He scoffed, the clicking of his mouse loud and noisy, causing her to grimace, she was in pain as it was, her senses heightened to the max, which was why she needed him to pay attention to her, hence the stupid topic of conversation.

"Because he actually spends time with me when he calls me over." With a small huff, she turned to her side, wincing when she felt another cramp, dropping her phone on the bed as she curled into a fetal position, trying to breathe out the pain, too upset and emotional to even ask him for help.

"Calls you over?" pausing at the statement he sat up straight, only turn around in his chair to look at her, to further brew upon his accusational lecture that was on the tip of his tongue, his angelic features furrowed and visibly upset, "What do you mean, do you two hang out without me- are you okay?” The instant change of tone, the voice of concern almost made her emotional- man being a woman was difficult.

He got up to move closer to her, the bed dipping when he got on the bed, the micro shift of angle causing her to whine and curl up harder, mumbling, “Yeah, just woman things, you know.” She huffed, cracking open an eye when he slowly turned her onto her back, smiling down at her, though she was more engrossed by his hair, watching the silky strands cascade down, framing his face, making him appear as beautiful as a deity, she hit it hard with lady luck this time. Slowly reaching up to caress his cheek she smiled, twirling a lock of his hair in her fingers, “You’re very pretty, Hwa.” Her whispers did not stop there, eyes drinking in his blushed features, basking in his humility and beauty, “How can you look so pretty and handsome at the same time?”

“Stop” he whispered back placing his hand on hers, nuzzling his face into her palm before pressing a soft kiss onto it, “You should have told me.” He sighed, clasping her hand in his, lowering it to press his lips onto her knuckles, eying her tired features, “Have you been resting well?”

“I’ve been resting just fine, I-” pausing momentarily she let the cramp pass before sighing, “I sleep early, mind you.”

Raising an eyebrow at her he glanced up at the clock at his bedside, “I- you’ve been here since ten, there is no way you sleep early.” He sighed before pulling back, ignoring her whining and complaining, truth be told he loved it when she was all clingy like that, if there was one thing Park Seonghwa loved to do, it was to take care of others, and who else than his girlfriend?

“Where are you going?” she whined, trying to get up but his hand on her shoulder pressed her down, watching him intently as he pulled back, only to pull the covers on top of her form, “I’m going to get you a hot water bottle and some tea…maybe something to eat too, I’m sure the guys ordered something nice last night, stay here and don’t move.”

She watched him walk out, making sure to take her heart with him as he walked into the kitchen, surprisingly it was quiet, so it either meant everyone was asleep or they were up to no good- well, Hongjoong must’ve been at the studio, he barely ever came home at a decent time. Silently he opened the cabinet, thinking of making her something to eat too, perhaps a sandwich, did they have peanut butter? With the tea on the stove he hummed to himself, thinking of how he wanted to surprise her today, which is why he had called her over so he could show her the things he got for them, well, clothes- yes, he had gotten them couple shirts, hoodies, jackets and even a pair of converse. Unfortunately, he wasn’t home today, but Wooyoung was and he had asked him to take the parcels when they were to be delivered but he had slept through most of the day so he never knew when the delivery had come, well the parcel was shipped back to the seller because of him- though he couldn’t really be mad at Wooyoung, right? Wrong. This involved his little cutie-pie he had every right to be upset with him, which is why he punished him by banning him from meeting or talking to her for a week, which is why he had gobbled down the chocolate she brought for Wooyoung, snatching it from her hand claiming, ‘Woo is on a diet’. Moreover, he had spent the last hour trying to communicate with the seller, typing and clicking away to arrange a new delivery time and date, because of that he had neglected his baby, and had even forgotten that her period date was near, like why else would a grown man have a period tracking app in his phone- that was an uncomfortable conversation to have with Hongjoong who one day found him marking the date on the app’s calendar.

Making his way back to his room, tray in hand, a couple of nicely cut triangular sandwiches, with no edges, slightly toasted and generously coated with peanut butter and jelly, along with a cup of good old green tea to help with the cramps he smiled to himself, reflecting upon how wonderful of a boyfriend truly was, and how much time he was going to spend with her now, pampering her throughout the night too- only his little parade came to an end when he saw his bedroom door ajar, didn’t he close it before going to the kitchen? Did she leave to go to the washroom? But she would often ask him to check if it was empty or if it was okay for her to use it. The sound of incoherent chatter had him marching to the room, slamming the door open to catch the two in the act.

Well, technically there was nothing wrong happening, his angel was reclining against his pillows, hugging Ddeongbyeoli in her lap as she watched Wooyoung talk, most animatedly, a pleasant smile plastered on her sweet features, but it was the presence of this feral being that irked him, especially when he had ignored Seonghwa’s warnings and punishment, its as if this brat didn’t even listen to him anymore.

“What you doing here?” he spat, walking into the room, glaring at the man who was seated on HIS swivel chair, “Get out.” With that he kicked the chair away from the bed, watching it roll onto the other end before placing the tray on her lap, smiling at her with the million-dollar Hwa smile, “Here, angel, make sure to drink it while it's warm.” Though his warm eyes and words were met with a cold stare and a frown, much to his displeasure, of course, Wooyoung was playing the favorite parent game.

“Why did you lie about Woo being on a diet?” she whispered-yelled at him, eying the boy (or manchild as Seonghwa would say) at the other corner of the room, playing with the strings of his hoodie like a sad little boy.

“I didn’t, I-” sighing he paused standing up straight to look at her, was she serious, but the way she raised her eyebrows at him had him rolling on the ground -figuratively- of course, she’d go out of the way to make everyone feel welcomed and loved, this was who she was and this was why he loved her to the ends of the heaven, but man, her empathy was now interfering with his power dynamics at home. “He’s being punished.” Was all he said, no, concluded before sitting next to her picking up a sandwich, and pressing it against her lips, “Eat up, angel, and ignore the brat, don’t listen to him, we’ve spoiled him too much for his own good.”

“No, we haven’t,” she mumbled, taking it from him so she could eat on her own but he didn’t budge, instead clicked his tongue, “He ruined my surprise for you-”

“It was an accident! I said I was sorry!” He cut him off, only for Seonghwa to turn to him, pointing at him, “You also barged into my room like you own it! What if she was in her comfortable clothes!?”

“You mean naked? Just say nake-” He paused, trying to suppress his inner Wooyoung, even though her chuckle had him smiling in glee, especially when he noticed how Seonghwa looked like his head was about to explode, mission accomplished “I knocked before I came in, I didn’t know she was here today, I was coming to apologize to you.” He smiled at the man who was still frowning at him, sure he knew Wooyoung was sorry, but he was still visibly upset about it, he had actually thought of taking her out soon, possibly wearing the couple attire to match and look all cutesy.

“Hwa…he said he’s sorry, I know you can’t be so mad because of a delay in shipping,” she smiled reaching for his hand, lacing their fingers together when he turned back to look at her with a pout, her heart almost shattered when she noticed the moisture in his eyes, this was important for him, she could tell- truth be told, she had been wanting to talk to him for a while now, she knew how busy he had been with promotions and shoots, she’d seen him work his butt off, sleep deprive himself, starve himself and tire himself out- the only sane stress reliever he had was buying cute things, so she could understand how upset he must’ve been when he couldn’t receive his parcel today, in addition to sorting out the issue that took up the time they could be spending together. Her Hwa was really the sweetest person she’d ever known.

His head dipped in guilt, maybe he was a bit too rough on him, he didn’t really need to yell at Wooyoung- more importantly who was he to decide who she could be friends with and whom she should ignore, that wasn’t his place, he was her boyfriend, not an obsessive, controlling monster- God, she must think he’s weird. He really doesn’t know when he did, but a few moments later his face was buried in the crook of her neck, sniffing as she soothingly rubbed his back, his arms wrapping around her frame, silently weeping, ashamed that Wooyoung had seen him break down like this, ashamed that he had his lover – who was already in a pain- comfort him instead of the other way around. His deep voice rumbling, as he mumbled one apology after another, though she shushed him, pulling him closer, as she kissed the top of his head, smiling at the scent of the familiar shampoo, “It’s okay Hwa, we all know you’re tired, you need to rest too.” She whispered, resting her chin atop of his head, letting him pour out his heart.

She eyed Wooyoung who pouted in guilt before quickly standing up and leaving the room, not that she minded it, she wasn’t upset with him in the first place, he was obviously as tired as Seonghwa, so it was natural for him to make a mistake- maybe next time she’d tell Hwa to get his stuff delivered at her place, she worked near her home anyway, and she’d be able to receive the things for him, instead of troubling anyone else- especially all the hardworking boys, including her own lover.

“Are you… feeling better?” she smiled when he finally pulled back, wiping his cheeks with the back of her sleeve, “Hwa, didn’t I tell you to not overburden yourself? Hmmm?” she whispered, caressing the swollen under eyes, “You don’t need to get me things to prove you love me, I already know that, you make sure I don’t forget it- I know you love me forever, always, any day.” Leaning forward she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, caressing the hair away from his eyes, tucking a few strands behind his ear, watching him hiccup, before slowly pushing her hand away as he whispered, trying to keep his trembling voice at bay, “I was supposed to be taking care of you…not you…I’m sorry” he whined, only to let out another sob, causing her to sigh and pull him into a proper hug, squeezing him close and tight, “Hwa, it’s okay, I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay- just calm down, please?” she tried to reassure him, over and over again, only to stop when there was a knock on the door, causing her to look up at Wooyoung, nodding at him, allowing him to come in as he cleared his throat.

“So, these aren’t done, I’ve been working on these, I originally planned on giving you each pair on your respective birthdays- but since I am at fault here and Seonghwa- can you please stop crying and look over here, I am trying to be the bigger person!” he scoffed, placing the shoe boxes on the edge of the bed, only for Seonghwa to immediately pick them up and place them on his desk, clicking his tongue, staring at the younger one, with a rosy nose and swollen eyes- definitely threatening, as he hissed, “The bed will get dirty.”

“…Sir I- wow, you really know how to ruin the moment huh?” the younger one bit back only to stop when she cleared her throat, “You were saying Woo?” her voice sweet and gentle, but he could sense the edge, he could tell he was testing her patience now too, perhaps because she was busier trying to console her boyfriend, trying to pick up the fallen pieces and place them back together.

“S-sorry, what I mean, is…just open the boxes, I knew your size anyway.” He mumbled handing each their box before going back to stand near the door. The two flipped open the lid to find a pair of matching Converse, customized by Wooyoung- well in the process, but the detailing was immaculately executed, with a minimalistic finesse, the choice of colour screamed Wooyoung though, causing her to smile and look at Seonghwa, “Would you look at that Hwa, he really knew what his big brother wanted all along.”

Nodding quietly Seonghwa cleared his throat and turned to look at Wooyoung, about to speak but he raised his hand to stop him, “Don’t thank me, just know that my privileges to talk to her aren’t linked to you being in a relationship with her, but with my friendship with her.” With that dramatic monologue, he walked out of the room, leaving the older one shaking his head in defeat, only to turn around to find her scooting to the wall, making room for him, “Well I’m done with my tea but I sure could use help finishing the sandwiches, especially with someone I could watch a film with.”

Smiling at her he nodded, lifting the blankets to move closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of her snuggling closer to him as he propped up his phone on the tray, scrolling with his free hand, basking in the attention she was giving him, eying him from below, drawing intricate patterns on his shirt, before snuggling closer and wrapping an arm around him, “I love you, Hwa, don’t forget that, ever.”

He could only nod at the statement, he had never forgotten that, he could never forget that, he only ever meant for her to feel the same amount of love she would shower him with- if not possibly more. He wanted her to feel that he would always be there for her, always would be there to love her, to solve her problems, and perhaps even have her be the only person he could be vulnerable with- for he was hers to love, always, any day.

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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i have this idea for joel miller, where him and the reader spend some time together practicing following the rules, since the reader has been lacking im that department, but during that time joel takes it upon himself to find your most sensitive spots and it eventually turns into an overstimulation session where you still gotta follow his rules and hes having the time of his life just ruining you 🖤

-ˋˏ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 ˎˊ-

— pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

— word count: 1k

— warnings: Dom/Sub themes, very light verbal degradation, a little impact play, fingering, use of the honorific ‘Sir’, overstimulation— phew! Very 18+, ya nasties.

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“Discipline ain’t your strong suit, is it, Darlin’?”

You shake your head slightly— as much as you can, considering your chest is pressed to the mattress, arms bound behind your back by Joel binding your wrists with his hand. He has you leaned across the bed, toes to the floor. It’s stiff and a little awkward, but you just about manage. “No, Sir.”

Your admission doesn’t match your submissive headspace; muscles slack and vulnerable to the palm that Joel slowly smooths over the curve of your ass.

“You’re going to be quiet for me.”

It’s not a request. It’s an order. Joel’s tone is firm, his voice gravelly as he digs his fingerprints into the flesh of your ass. It smarts slightly, capillaries bursting and blooming beneath in a bruise.

You swallow thickly, immediately falling in line. No verbal response, just a simple nod seems to suffice, because Joel is beginning his cruel torture already as he begins to glide his fingertips over your clothed cunt. He starts at your entrance, up and over your clit. You hold in the sigh that threatens to breach your lips.

“Greedy already,” he murmurs, voice a husk as he holds his hands out before your face. Wetness clings to his fingerprints, glistening under the light. You chew on the inside of your cheek, tilting your head slightly to look at him through your lashes. “Greediest little cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Joel’s fingers dip beneath the crotch of your panties, slipping his middle finger inside of you with such ease that it rocks your consciousness. Your eyelids flutter, and a silent moan catches in your throat. Quiet.

He hums in appreciation at your tight, wet heat, easing his finger in and out of you before slipping in another. Your hips rise from the mattress, balancing on your toes as you rock back onto him.

“Barely touchin’ you, and you’re already misbehavin’,” he points out, his tone clipped. It makes you want to apologise, your heart leaping out of your chest, but you hear his order replay in your head. ‘Quiet’. You smother your appeals.

You feel red hot, your face burning from his attention. The wet sound of your cunt swallowing his fingers practically drowns out your laboured breathing, and you hear a tsk sound from behind you.

“So desperate. Ain’t even noticed how noisy you’re being.”

Joel sounds so close, your brain lagging in realising that his mouth is right beside your ear. He presses a kiss into the soft flesh just below, nipping at the skin so hard it will surely leave a bruise in the morning. He twists his fingers inside you simultaneously, pressing up against something that makes your bones vibrate.

“Auhhh-“ you moan loudly, unable to hold the noise within.

Joel punishes you for it.

His palm collides with your ass sharply. The sound of the slap rips through the room, and your wail of anguish quickly follows. Your skin stings beneath it, prickling hot and smarting. His hand would undoubtedly leave a print, branding you like a cattle iron.

“Hm,” Joel huffs, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he presses his arousal into the tingling skin of your ass. “What did I tell you?”

“T-To be quiet,” you squeak.

“Not a sound,” he reminds you, his hands coming up between your abdomen and the mattress to squeeze at the mound of your breasts. Joel’s chest drapes over your back as he takes your earlobe between his teeth. His clothed cock grinds at your entrance, granting you enough friction to tease your neglected cunt while pinching at your nipples.

It fires off nerve endings across your body, your forehead slumping onto the mattress when the pressure begins mounting in your guts.

“But this-“ he pauses, working his fingers inside you so you can hear the wet, slurping sound of your pussy, “This is a sound I don’t mind.”

The buttons of his flannel bury into the skin pulled across your spine, skin aching from the pressure and the circular indents it leaves. Your jaw is agape, throat loose in an attempt to prevent any moans or whines from slipping out of your lungs.

“Such a sloppy cunt, Sugar. Can feel that you like that- is it this, here?”

He works his fingers against that obliterating part inside you. You gasp loudly, the sound pulling itself out of you before you have the chance to swallow it back down.

“So hard for you to be quiet, isn’t it?”

Suddenly, his thumb is pushed against your clit, flicking back across it at an immobilising pace. Your legs give out beneath you, hips falling against the mattress as you cum, a tingling warmth flooding your body and crashing over you all at once.

“Ffuh-fuhck-“ you slur, eyes rolling back as your peak dips. Joel doesn’t relent. His thumb continues to brutalise your throbbing clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of you and drilling into that mind-shattering spot. “Fuck-fuckfuckfuck, stop- Sir, pleasestopplease-“

You’re sobbing, fat tears tearing down your cheeks. The wet noises of your cunt bounce off the walls, and Joel groans softly as he watches your hips squirm against the bed.

“Nuh-uh. Get back here,” he scolds when you try to fight him, try to get away. Gripping your wrists tighter, he yanks you back into position, releasing you only to force your hips to stay and bear down on your overstimulated pleasure points.

“Please please, pleasepleaseplease,” you beg him loudly, your raised volume edging towards a scream as you sob around the syllable of his name. “Joel I can’t! Ican’tIcan’t, Joel!”

“You’re a greedy thing, ain’t you? You always want one more from me. I’m givin’ it to you.”

Your mind goes blank, words you thought to shout to force him to capitulate turning to a static buzz as he pushes his fingers up against your g-spot.

“What is it?” He asks, sounding almost bored.

“Iiiiuhh-“ you keen, you moan. It’s long, high pitched and loud enough that you’re sure half of Jackson can hear you fail to form a coherent sentence with Joel’s fingers buried knuckles deep inside of you.

“What happened to bein’ quiet, Darlin’? Did I make it difficult for you?” His voice twangs with amusement, enjoying watching you suffer like this.

It forces a hiccup from your throat when you cum a second time, cracking through you and wracking your exhausted muscles until you scream.

END

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lady-ashfade · 11 months

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Can I request yan muichiro with a reader that escaped but was found months later by mere coincidence.

If that's not okay I also may want Muichiro with a sleepy head reader!

Only you.

Yandere Muichiro Tokito x Reader.

Hope this was enjoyable! Thanks for the request💕 I changed the plot a bit where he goes out looking for the reader.

Requests are open for this fandom!

Yandere rank: Medium.

Yandere: Kidnapping/Being kidnapped, Obsession, overprotective behavior, Yandere Tendencies, being hurt.

Muichiro looked and looked for any signs of you. Behind every door, in every room and nook & cranny. But he saw no sight of you anywhere, panic and angry filled within him. Everything he saw was red. He screamed out and ran out the house, he called your name for hours hoping to find you. Muichiro had no clue why he was holding his sword so close or how he wished harm. He wasn’t himself when he lost you.

For months he left his services as a demon slayer and became obsessed with finding you, and if there was a demon in the way? Then he did his job but he didn’t care about it. He lost his mind from lack of sleep and the worry of finding you, he wondered if you were hurt somewhere, or dead- Or if some demon had took you. He had already lost his family, his mom and twin brother. The only one he had left was you.

And he intended to keep it that why. With only you in his life.

He looked around the crowded market in the village full of people screaming and rushing around. The area was overflowing with people and it brought him to be annoyed, it was too noisy and non of these people were you. Muichiro had lost all hope again when he searched all the streets and markets for you in that town. He would grow more and more angry when he left a town without you.

Then a sweet voice echoing through the alley he was in and slowed the world around him, his ears perked up. Blood flowed through his body and veins pulsed, his mouth going dry and head spinning. It was your sweet voice. It only took a second of surprise and relief before his feet moved and ran towards the sound.

“Please take it,” he saw your hand go in the merchants hand and placed a few coins, “You deserve it.” That smile you flashed was like the air in his lungs had returned. But the confusion hit him. That was his smile, how could you flash that smile when you had been away from him? His demeanor changed and his mouth frown and his eyes glared.

“Y/n.” He called your name loud enough to get both of your attention. Turning your head at the dark tone and when your eyes hit his frame your body tensed. The beautiful smile on your lips disappeared and your eyes widen in shock. “My dear,” he stepped closer “I have missed you.”

A apple came flying in his direction and he watched you sprint away as fast as you could around the corner. He just followed you quickly, he could have moved faster but he waited for you both to be far away from the public. Somewhere he could be himself with no one to try and stop him.

You ran and ran down all the back alleyways to try and get away from him or try and get home. Your heart beat out of your chest in terror, your legs ached at how fast and hard you were running. Soon you came to a stop when you didn’t see or hear him anymore. Your hands leaned on your knees as you took a breath trying to get air back into your lungs.

A scream left your lips as your throat was grabbed and were sent flying back onto the stone wall. The impact made you chock out in pain. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He said from before you. Slowing opening your eyes you saw him glaring hard, “You know you couldn’t run away from me forever.”

Tearing up you struggle against his grip to try and get away from him, knowing deep down you couldn’t. His hands squeezed your throat and slammed your head back onto the wall making you close your eyes in pain, wanting to scream but he was cutting you off. If only you could scream, yell for help then maybe you could get away.

A groan came from his lips. “Don’t struggle or this will hurt more then I want it to.” He pulled you closer to his face. The same red glint in his eyes as when he first took you away from your life. “I gave you everything and this is how you repay me? Had I not done everything right?” He asked like he was pained, like this was hard for him. The thought making you want to laugh.

“I would appreciate it if you come back with me without a fuss,” he unhooked the rope from his belt and titled his head “I would hate to break your legs.” He watched the tears fall from your eyes and your lip quivered. It did pain his heart. “Don’t cry, I promise this will be over.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead softly.

“I will do it right this time. Make sure you can never escape or even think about it, doesn’t that sound nice?” A squeal came out of your mouth as something pierced your leg, the numb sensation quickly coming over your body. Soon your legs gave out and your body fall into his arms. The last thing you saw with a light smile on his lips.

“My, sweet darling. You’re home now.”

#Muichiro Tokito #muichiro tokito x reader #yandere Muichiro Tokito x reader #yandere Muichiro Tokito #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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shiny star | lee seokmin

➝ Seokmin x Reader

➝ shiny star!au // university!au // non idol!au // strangers to lovers // fluff // slice of life

➝ word count: 5.3k~

➝ warning: curses, food.

➝ inspired by: Shiny Star (2020) - KyoungSeo

➝ shiny star playlist

➝ Shiny Star masterlist (can be read as standalone)

Seungcheol // Jeonghan // Joshua // Junhui // Soonyoung // Wonwoo // Jihoon // Seokmin // Mingyu // Minghao // Seungkwan // Hansol // Chan

A/N: in an ideal world, this would drop on 18 February 2022 00:00 KST and be proofread. alas, this world is nothing but ideal. happy late birthday seokmin, it's been long since i write anything so i hope this is... okay. enjoy.

A/N 2: shoutout to @twogyuu and @lily-blue who share the same birthday as our precious boys <3

널 좋아하는 내 마음이 표현이 안 돼 the way I like you can't be expressed 꿈이 아니면 좋겠어 자꾸 웃음 나와 I hope this isn't a dream, I keep on laughing

[✾✾✾]

Seokmin has never liked people whispering.

It makes him feel like he’s out of loop and sometimes it feels like they’re whispering about him. He doesn’t like it even more when he catches people whispering with each other without trying to be subtle; why bother whispering then? Might as well just talk loudly if they’re going to make someone uncomfortable one way or another. Why make them anxious for no reason?

That said, he’s very annoyed right now because the group on the table next to him is clearly snickering to each other about someone in his class, whispering to themselves (even though he can still hear parts of their conversations that he doesn’t want to be a part of) as they not so subtly point at someone in front of the class.

Seokmin truly wishes whoever they’re pointing at, this person doesn’t notice because at least they’re not facing each other.

…always by herself. Tsk. She probably thinks she’s above everyone.

True. Just because she’s top of the class and everything. No wonder she doesn’t have friends.

Have you ever seen her talk to anyone in class?

No. I;m pretty sure she–

And he puts on his earphones and drowns their voices, turning up the song so he wouldn’t have to listen to whatever bullshit they’re spewing anymore. It works, but his eyes travel to the girl sitting by herself on the second row up in front; her body slumped forward as she leaned on her arms.

Cruel how one can stay silent and people would still make shit up somehow.

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The next time Seokmin comes to class, his eyes find the same girl on the same seat, this time with earphones on and hand busy scribbling something on her notebook.

He also notices the same girls seating a few rows behind, whispering and pointing like no one else can see what they’re doing. It irks him, but he’s never been one to confront people and act heroic; so he does what he can in his own way, makes his way next to the girl and sits on the empty seat right next to hers.

The whispering seems to stop, if only for a few seconds. And when the faint hushes continue, he assumes it’s for a different reason.

“Is it… okay to sit here?” He asks, albeit a little late.

You look so startled, as if not expecting anyone to be addressing you–let alone sit on the empty seat next to you when there are obviously lots of empty ones on the back.

“Umm… Yeah, sure.”

He beams even though you seem like you’re still not sure how to interact with him.

“I’m Seokmin, by the way. It’s too noisy in the back nowadays, figured I should try sitting in front.”

This seems to satisfy you, as you nod and offer him your name, and Seokmin pats himself in the back when you take out your earphones and put them back in their case. This means you’re not against him being there, right?

The awkwardness that follows is a little hard to swallow, but he forces another question after a painful three seconds for the both of you.

“You always sit in front, don’t you?”

You shrug then repeat what he exactly just said a while ago. “It has always been noisy in the back for me.”

And the conversation stops again.

You don’t look like you don’t want to talk to him though, just very unsure about what to say and Seokmin will take that as a win. Thankfully, Professor Kim comes in just in time and starts the class almost immediately after. It’s a hit or miss when it comes to his class, and sometimes it’s such a big miss that Seokmin regrets taking History of English Literature as an elective, cursing Wonwoo for saying this course was easy and he didn’t have to do much.

The thing about Professor Kim is that he speaks quite fast and his power point sucks. He explains well, but sometimes Seokmin struggles following his pace that he’d miss words in his notes. He sighs as this happens yet again, then his gaze ends up on your notes and he must’ve gasped audibly because you turn to give him a questioning look.

“Your notes are… very nice.” is the only thing he dumbly manages to say.

“Thank you…?” You blink in confusion then, without meaning to, turn to look at his notes. You hold back a wince at how messy it is, though you appreciate the fact that he’s trying and he’s here to actually learn something. “Do you… need help?”

With the way he looks at you, you might as well be offering the world to him. Damn, you’ve never seen someone who looks so much like a harmless puppy.

“You’d do that?”

You shrug, telling him you don’t mind. You’ve always liked helping people study, but no one except for Jennie and Jimin ever asked for your help. Even those two hesitated at first and only gathered enough courage to ask you after you got close.

“Can we talk after class?”

“Sure.”

And that’s how you end up here one hour later, still in the classroom even though everyone else has left. Seokmin, as it turns out, is not very good when it comes to speed writing. You went through his notes for a bit after class ended, and you pressed your lips together to hold back whatever you wanted to say because you don’t know this guy enough to see if he’d get offended.

Well, whatever. You were the one who offered to help, anyway, and he does look very harmless of a person.

“How do you want me to help?”

“Mmh…” Now that you put it that way, what was he expecting of you? “I either miss his explanation or miss writing things down because he speaks quite fast. So it’s always one or the other and I always end up borrowing someone’s note or asking a friend to explain it again after class.”

You seem to consider this for a bit, lips pursing in thought as you focus on his notes and Seokmin takes that time to finally, finally look at you. How has he never noticed you before? You’re not the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, but you’re definitely attractive and you’re most definitely his style.

You have a lot of piercings on your left ear, he notices (because your right one is covered by your hair), and when his eyes wander to your lips, he realizes that they are on the smaller side and it’s then that he snaps out of his gaze because your lips are moving and he barely registers whatever’s coming out of them.

“–tomorrow?”

“Sorry?” He smiles sheepishly. God, you’re so going to think this is why he’s bad at taking notes, that he’s bad at concentrating and you’re going to regret offering him help.

Unexpectedly, you let out a huff of amusement before repeating your words, not a speck of annoyance in your eyes.

“I said I already have plans today so I’m not sure I can help you as much as I’d like to. Would it be okay if we see each other tomorrow?”

The ‘yes!’ that comes out of his mouth is way too fast that he’s almost embarrassed, but seeing the way your face scrunches up in amusement is worth it and he quickly asks for your number so he can text you tomorrow. He feels like a high school boy all of sudden, heart giddy as he patiently waits for you to punch in your number into his phone.

Seokmin bites back a smile as he looks at your contact even minutes after you left the room, saying goodbye with the prettiest smile and a small wave.

[✾✾✾]

“I want to try this katsu place.” Jimin announces his presence before he plops down on the empty seat in front of you, though neither you or Jennie look up from your phones. “And because you brats don’t have manners, you two are coming with me. No choice whatsoever.”

Jennie groans, but still asks when and where, finally putting her phone down to give him the time of her day. You listen to the conversation, not really in the mood to join in their usual banter because you honestly just want to take a nap but you already bailed on them three times this month so you have to be here now.

You value your life more than that. You’re not risking Jennie and Jimin taking your life with their bare hands if you miss another hang out.

“Somewhere in Yeonnam. And I want to try immediately. So, lunch tomorrow.”

“Can’t.” You sigh, then glare at Jimin when he dramatically whispers that you finally put down your phone. “Promised someone I’d help them with this subject.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. This guy from my History of Literature class.” You pause. “But you guys can go ahead and try the katsu place without me if you want.” When you look up to meet their stares, you wince and sit straight on your seat. “...or not. Reschedule or we can have late lunch? I should be finished at 2 ish.”

“Late lunch it is.” Jimin grins, clapping his hands together in satisfaction. “And I’m picking you up. I’m not letting you bail last minute for whatever reason.”

[✾✾✾]

“Do you want me to be completely honest?” You end up going straight to it. Seokmin looks soft-hearted, and you mean it in the best way possible, but for someone as curt as you are, it’s not always easy to thread around someone like him. You don’t want to offend him by accident, but you don’t know him enough so you suppose you don’t really have any choice but to go straight to the point and see from there.

“...sure.”

“I think it’s less about you not paying attention, but more about you not used to writing… umm… summarized notes?”

Seokmin tilts his head, and the way his eyes are trying to find answers in yours almost make you blush, so you clear your throat and pretend to point at something on his notes.

“You don’t need to write down every single word he’s saying. Just the keywords.” You start off, making sure he’s listening. And once you’re sure he’s grasped what you say next about taking notes, you continue to go through the subject and parts that he still doesn’t quite understand.

It goes on like that for about 40 minutes, which is already more than you expected it to be. You thought Seokmin would be the type that would take breaks every fifteen minutes, even for a bit, but he’s been so focused on studying that you actually feel a little touched that he’s taking this seriously.

You have always had a soft spot for people who work hard, and even though you don’t know which major Seokmin is actually taking, you know this course is just something he takes for the credits. Perhaps he thought it’d be easy? That’s the general impression people have when it comes to literature.

Whatever it is, you appreciate him working hard right now.

You jump when your phone buzzes with notifications, and when you look at it, it’s the group chat blowing up yet again.

[13:36] Kim Jennie: we’re meeting at 3 right???

[13:36] Kim Jennie: am like 30 mins away from yeonnam so i’ll head out at 2 30

[13:43] Jiminnie: ok ok

[13:44] Jiminnie: where u at @yn

[13:44] Jiminnie: yn

[13:44] Jiminnie: ynnnnnn

[13:44] Jiminnie: yn answer me😡😡😡

[13:45] STOP wtf

[13:45] Jiminnie: YN😡😡

[13:46] Jiminnie: oh youre here

[13:46] Kim Jennie: yes jimin wtf?? I’m muting you guys

[13:46] Jiminnie: not my fault she’s not answering???

[13:47] Have you considered that some of us have something to do????

[13:47] I told you I’m tutoring this guy from my class

[13:47] And I’m in the Central Building, you’re really picking me up?

[13:50] Jiminnie: yes 🥰

[13:50] Jiminnie: brought my car with me today

[13:50] Hooo nice. Then please get me some boba while you’re at it <3 Thank you, mwah

[13:51] Yeonnam is only like 10 minutes away by car tho right??

[13:51] I’ll wrap up my tutoring session at 4.30 then

You look up when you hear Seokmin groan from your side, cracks his neck then straightens his back.

“Let’s take a ten minute break?” You offer, and his appreciative groan makes you chuckle that he scrunches his nose in embarrassment. You look through your bag to see if you have some snack, and when you find a chocolate bar you tap his shoulder and offer it to him.

“You sure?” He asks like you’re giving him some kinda expensive gift.

“You deserve it.” You shrug. “I’ve never seen someone so focused on this subject.”

“That’s a compliment… right?”

“Definitely.” The grin you send his way is enough to make him grin too, and Seokmin thanks you once again before taking the chocolate and immediately breaking it into two. “Oh, thank you.”

He looks at you weirdly, though the smile doesn’t fall from his face. “This is literally your chocolate, why are you thanking me?”

“I gave it to you though. So it’s yours.”

“Yeah, but it’s still originally yours?”

“Do you want the chocolate or not?”

“Right. Sorry.” He pretends to sulk, but the smile in his face betrays the whole act and you end up laughing with Seokmin before your phone buzzes again, making you jump once again. Seriously, you never get used to the sound of electronic devices vibrating against any surface.

Your phone lights up, Jimin’s message on top of your screen.

[13:55] Jiminnie: you’re lucky i love you

Next to you, Seokmin tenses. Why, he’s not sure.

“Boyfriend?” He says before he knows it, and when you look at him in surprise, he clears his throat and gives you a hesitant smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to look. I thought it was my phone vibrating and I accidentally looked at your text.”

“It’s fine.” You shrug, understanding that it could happen. “And no, he’s not my boyfriend.”

And you leave it at that, not giving him any explanation because, frankly, you don’t owe him any. You don’t seem to notice Seokmin’s curious and lingering gaze though, and you start another topic as you ask about his major instead.

You end up talking for more than ten minutes, because conversation falls easily with Seokmin. You’ve always liked making new friends and talking to people despite your way of talking, but approaching someone and talking to them first is a personal fear of yours that you don’t think you’d get over anytime soon.

That said, Seokmin seems like a very sweet person and talking to him proves that your assumption has been right. He’s not overly chatty, but you can tell he’s passionate about certain topics and he’s very attentive to what you’re saying even though you’re just talking about some random episode you remember happening in retrospect to something he said.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as sincere as he is.

[14:32] Jiminnie: you finished? Am gonna arrive in front of the central building in 5 mins

“Oh.” You blink at his text. Huh. It’s already half past two? Didn’t you just take a ten minute break right before two?

Seokmin looks at you in worry, and when he asks if something’s wrong, you give him a small smile and lock your phone again. “Sorry, I promised to have lunch with my friends at 3 and I need to leave in a bit.”

Friends, huh? He wonders if you’re just saying it. But he can’t deny the bitter feeling on the tip of his tongue as he remembers ‘Jiminnie’ once again and the text he saw. But, then again, doesn’t it make sense that someone as attractive as you to have a boyfriend already? Or someone who’s close to being one?

His mind suddenly takes him to the girls snickering about you; the absolute bullshit of assumptions they’ve been spewing about you. They don’t know how fun you actually are, and even though you can be blunt with your words, even from the short time he’s spent with you, he can tell that you’re very considerate. You seem to know when to stop yourself before saying anything too blunt.

“Seokmin? Are you not going to tidy up?” You ask when you realize he’s been zoning off, your fingers hovering over your phone screen.

“Huh. Right.” He wonders if he should just leave or study a little more, not that he wants to at this point. Maybe he can text Seungkwan and the others to see if they’re still in uni. “Where are you having lunch?”

“Oh! My friend wants to try this katsu place in Yeonnam so we’re going there.” You pause and wonder if Jennie and Jimin would mind you inviting him to your lunch date. Seokmin seems nice enough, though you’re not sure just yet if he’ll mix well with your little circle. Hmmm, maybe next time. “You going somewhere?”

Seokmin shrugs. “Not sure yet. I’ll try texting my friends to see if they’re still around, I don’t really feel like going home just yet.”

Should you just invite him?

“Do you w–”

“Heyyy!” A familiar place echoes through the classroom, Jimin’s happy grin peeking from the door. When he realizes you’re not by yourself, he blinks and stands straight before making his way to your table and places the boba you asked for then greets Seokmin with a friendly smile. “Oh. Hi! Sorry, I thought you’re by yourself.”

You look at the drink with twinkles in your eyes, and hug him a little from the side as a thank you.

“I’m Jimin, by the way.” He kindly offers his hand with a smile, and Seokmin returns the gesture as he introduces himself. He takes the guy in and wonders if this is the kind of guy you’re into, or if he really is just a friend. He knows he shouldn’t assume, but, then again, he always tends to do that when he’s interested in someone. Everyone feels like a competition.

Wait.

Is he interested in you?

“Oh! You’re friends with Hansol, aren’t you?” The older guy exclaims once he realizes why Seokmin looks familiar. “I think I’ve seen you around with him before.”

“Oh, yeah, I am. How do you know Hansol?” He really doesn’t feel like talking to Jimin at this point, but he doesn’t want to be rude and it’s not like he’s done anything to piss him off. He seems nice, if anything. Seriously, he needs to get his mind together.

“A friend of a friend. I need to hang out with him one of these days.” He trails off on his own, when he notices you finish organizing your stuff, he asks if you’re ready to go. “It’s nice meeting you, Seokmin! I’ll see you around.”

He returns the sentiments, giving him a forced smile that’s hopefully not too strained. His smile softens when he sees you though, and you shyly wave at him, whispering a ‘I’ll see you in class’ before you leave with Jimin.

Damn, he’s already in deeper than he thought he was.

[✾✾✾]

It becomes a routine for you to meet and just hang out with each other after Professor Kim’s class. The first few meetings, you mostly studied and would talk from time to time during breaks. But at some point, you end up just talking with so little studying on the side.

Seokmin seems to be better at taking notes nowadays, and the fact that you’re helping him probably contributes a lot to him understanding better too. Objectively speaking, your notes are really easy to understand and you’ve kindly offered him to study together if he's up for it.

Why wouldn't he be?

"I don't think I can study today," you say as soon as you sit next to him in class. That's become a routine too, one that, thankfully, has made the whispering die down even though it still happens from time to time.

“It’s fine,” he reassures you, something inside him flips at the fact that you feel the need to apologize even though it’s not like you’ve both promised to meet each other every week. It’s been… what, almost two months? Wow, has he really been constantly hanging out with you for two months straight? “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah. Jimin wanna go somewhere and he decides that I’m going with him.” You scrunch your nose in mock annoyance.

After two months of hanging out with you and Jimin popping in out of nowhere from time to time, Seokmin realizes that he really is nothing but a friend. You’d sometimes complain about his tendency to drag you and your other friend (whose name you’ve yet mentioned) without really giving you any choice to refuse. Though, most of the time, you do end up having fun so it’s just a reflex for you at this point to complain just for the sake of it.

Judging from the way you talk about him and the few times he’s seen you with the older guy, Seokmin has had his own share of close girl friends to know that you really do consider Jimin as a friend and nothing more.

“Did he at least tell you this time where you’re going?” He grins.

“Nope. This is the only thing he said.” You say as you show him your phone, a pout in your face.

[09:07] Jiminnie: lunch today.

[09:07] Jiminnie: i know none of u r busy, so.

[09:08] Jiminnie: will see u guys in the usual place at 2 <3

Seokmin laughs at that, then shows you a meme Hansol sent to the group chat some time ago that reminds him exactly of the situation you’re in. After talking so much with Seokmin, you’ve realized that you share almost not one single interest with him. Your preferences in movies, music, or TV shows are all different, but you’ve found out that your humor code when it comes to memes are exactly the same that you’ve also started sending each other memes on Instagram.

The texting has become a routine too for you two. And while he doesn’t really see you a lot around campus because your faculty’s building is on the opposite side of the campus with his, he’d see you from time to time in the campus’ park, making your way somewhere.

If he’s to be completely honest, he’s been trying to find a good time to ask you out on a date. Yes, you’ve spent a lot of time together, just the two of you, but it has never felt like a date because it’s become a routine and Seokmin wants something special.

Do you feel the same though?

What if you don’t? Will this scare you off?

No, you’re not that kind of person, he believes. If you’re not into him, you’d probably politely reject him and go on as usual. He doesn’t think you’re the type to ghost a friend just because of something like this.

The thought eases him a bit, but it still scares him a little. Perhaps he should start thinking about where to invite you first before asking you to go on a date.

“Something on your mind?” You offer him a comforting smile, one that makes his heart melt every single time.

He shakes his head though, telling you it’s nothing.

“Okay. Just know I’ll listen if you need someone, okay?”

His chest warms at your words, and a full smile blooms on his face as he nods and thanks you, his gaze piercing into yours.

“I’ll keep it in mind. But it’s really nothing, don’t worry.”

You hope Seokmin doesn’t notice the way your cheeks heat up at the way he’s looking at you.

[✾✾✾]

“You’ve been hanging out with Seokmin a lot, haven’t you?” Jimin starts the moment all of your food are served in front of you, the waiter leaving your table barely a second ago.

“I told you I’ve been helping him study.” You try to play it cool, shrugging with nonchalance. Anyone else would believe your act, really, but these two know you too well to be fooled by your faux indifference.

Jimin narrows his eyes at you, but before he can say anything, Jennie cuts him off saying, “I think he’s friends with my cousin. A pretty close one, at that.”

“Oh? Is he cool? He seems nice the few times I’ve met him. A little too nice, to be honest, but he does seem the type.”

“I… don’t talk to my cousin enough to know.” She smiles sheepishly.

“Why did you even bring it up then…”

“Well, my cousin doesn’t really make friends because he’s quiet. And he’s pretty… uh, choosy when it comes to people he associates himself with, so I think it means something that they’re close.”

“Can we move on to the next topic?” You urge with an innocent smile. You don’t even know what you feel for him, really, but you know for sure you like hanging out with the guy and you’re more conscious of yourself when it comes to him. A part of you wants to keep on talking to him, and sometimes you find yourself wondering how would it feel like to just… go around campus with him by yourself. It’s such a small thing to wonder about, but even that itself is enough to make you bite back a smile.

“No. Not until you–”

“Jen?” A deep voice calls for her, and you’re about to thank whoever’s listening up there for the interruption only to freeze when you look up, because Seokmin is there, together with… whoever these people are.

“Oh, Wonwoo, hi.” She waves and greets everyone in his party, apparently familiar with all of them. You share a smile with Seokmin, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jimin. He grins to himself before standing up to greet a familiar face behind Wonwoo.

“Hansol, man! Been a long time.” He meets him in a half hug, nodding at Seokmin before turning to Wonwoo. “Hi! I’m Jimin. You’re Jennie’s cousin? Why don’t you join all of us here?”

Wonwoo looks at his friends, but none of them says anything so he shrugs and says ‘sure’. Asking the waiter to put the tables together, Wonwoo and Hansol go to order while Seokmin is left with Seungkwan at the table.

Naturally, Seokmin sits next to you and Seungkwan on his other side. Seungkwan introduces himself, and Jennie takes the role to introduce you and Jimin before the younger guy launches into different topics to find mutual grounds.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.” Seokmin says lowly, his voice only for you to hear.

“I know right,” you murmur back, somewhat shy to be talking to him in front of your and his friends. You’re not embarrassed of him by any means, but there’s just something so embarrassing about being perceived together with him when you know Jimin already has ideas on his mind.

The feeling is pleasant, but you can’t help but turn bashful.

Your eyes meet Jimin’s, and when he raises an eyebrow just to mess with you, you glare at him in hope he’ll shut his mouth.

“So, Seokmin,” he starts, blatantly ignoring your pleading eyes. “You’ve been hanging out with our Y/N here a lot, yeah?”

“She’s been helping me study Professor Kim’s class. She’s really great at teaching, really.” He shrugs, unsure how else to address his current… situation with you. What was he supposed to say, anyway? That he’s currently looking into the right time and place to ask you on a date?

“She is, she is.” Jimin nods in agreement, chewing on his fries. “I think she mentioned his class wasn’t pleasant though. Something about people being nosy. Is it true?”

“Jimin.” You frown at him, not expecting him to take that route. You knew it still bothers him, but you thought he has let it go once you said you now have Seokmin with you in class. He’s always been protective when it comes to you and Jennie, and you had let it slip some time ago that you considered dropping Professor Kim’s classes because some people just wouldn’t shut their mouth while you’re just there to study.

“What? I just want to know if it’s true.”

Seokmin looks at the two of you, something in him breaks a little at the fact that, apparently, you know that there are people whispering about you.

“I’m…” He considers pretending not to know, but he doesn’t think that’d help and decides being honest would be best. “Yeah, I think so. That’s why I started sitting in front, actually.”

This is the first time you’re hearing this also, and the way you snap your neck to face him would be funny if not for the current topic and the atmosphere at hand.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It gets really annoying even for me.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. Because it’s really not. Sometimes he wishes he has it in him to talk to those girls and tell them to shut up, that they don’t have the rights to talk shit about people, that they’re being a nuisance and they should stop.

But he doesn’t. And he feels like a coward at times for being so soft-hearted.

Jimin hums and drops the topic though, seemingly satisfied for whatever reason. The topic moves to another one, though you don’t really join in because you’re not in the mood after the talk earlier.

Is that why Seokmin sat next to you at first?

You bite your lip as you collect your thoughts together, and when Seokmin nudges you and asks if you’re okay, you try to reassure him that you’re fine and thank him for asking. It’s almost an hour later that you’re outside to get some air, everyone’s finished eating, but they decide they want to talk some more so you excuse yourself out for a bit.

You don’t need to look up to know it’s Seokmin who’s followed you out, and you smile at him when you meet his eyes.

“You’re really okay?” He asks once again just in case.

“Mmm… Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Is that… really why you sat next to me that day?”

Seokmin doesn’t like that he’s not sure how to decipher your feelings. Are you upset? Are you thankful? Are you indifferent?

“Yeah. I noticed some people whispering and it irked me.” He admits softly, his eyes moving away from yours. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell them to shut up and stood up for you instead.”

“What? No, Seokmin, I want to thank you for even doing what you did.” You reach for his hand despite the loud beating in your chest, cheeks heating up once again when you feel him squeezing your hand. “And for sticking around after that. I didn’t expect anyone to do anything, actually. So what you did is more than enough.”

He squeezes your hand once again, then remembers something that Jimin said a while ago.

“You considered dropping the class because of it?”

“Yeah… I was thinking about dropping it that day, actually. But you sat next to me and… yeah.” You scrunch your nose adorably, looking down at your hand wrapped against his.

His face breaks into a smile at your words, and his thumb caresses your skin before he decides to just go fuck it right there.

“You want to go on a date with me?”

[✾✾✾]

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OMG YOU WRITE FOR WANDERER!!

Can you do C, D, J, K, O and V please??

HELLO YES I DO A BELOVED HE IS V SMOOCHABLE EVEN IF HE WOULD DO THE STABBY (it would be worth it)

cw: nsfw, minors dni! some breeding / pregnancy mentions, yandere themes, pet play - ish, GN reader (referred to as partner and pet in this)

(for continuity, I'll just call him Wanderer in this but it can be for any iteration!)

(ask game)

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

SO here's the fun thing - I like to play around with the idea that he does not actually have a dick, so he doesn't produce semen! (trans!scara propaganda on this blog). However, this lad would be a fun of using dragon dildos - you know those ones that produce fake cum? Yeah, he loves using those. The upside is the fact that he can choose the size, consistency and whatnot.

He does have a slight cum eating fetish, so if his partner has a dick, he takes his time to enjoy it. With partners who have a vagina, he just adores watching it drip from their cunt and shoves it right back in.

(bonus is no surprise kids, but can puppets have children?)

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

SO he has a few - this man is kind of an obsessive lover. He is a bit of hyperfixated lover and one who always wants to feel close to the person who has his affections and attention - so he'll steal stuff of theirs. Not to wear, but to have. Maybe even get off to. Whether it's normal clothes, underwear, or just things from his partners house.

(A dirty fantasy of his is that he'd love to keep his lover locked up in a home, so they could never leave him. But is it really a dirty secret if he's expressed it once or twice? But don't worry, he won't do anything to warrant such...actions.)

This likely doesn't qualify but he definitely stalks his partner quite often - only to see how they're doing, of course. Anyone who looks at his partner slightly wrong just seems to go missing.

J ack off - Masturbation headcanon

He doesn't masturbate often - he doesn't really ever feel the desire to. But he loves watching his partner get themselves off. For Scaramouche (or the Wanderer), it's an enjoyable and interesting experience. Often times, this is how sex starts for himself and his partner.

He'll tell them what toys to use, how to use them - sometimes he'll mimic their actions on his own body. If he's feeling particularly spicy and mean, he'll tie his partner up and make them watch as he gets himself off while taunting them.

K ink - One or more of their kinks

For someone who was an experiment for Dottore, Wanderer actually has a small medical kink. Something about the cold metal table, metal bondage, and the complete fear and helplessness.

He also likes choking, marking his partner up with bites where they can't be hidden, and some humiliation.

Also - he'll never quite admit this out loud, but the Wanderer has a fetish for clothed and outdoor sex. Something about breaking rules, nearly being caught, and knowing his partner just can't keep their voice down when they're begging for him to fuck them or for release. Tsk.

O ral - Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

He actually likes to receive more than give, oddly enough - for someone who doesn't masturbate, he certainly likes to be on the receiving end of oral. There's just something about his partner with their arms bound behind their back, on their knees and in between his legs while they rut against his leg to get themself off. Oh - and add a collar and leash he can pull on, of course.

(he's also very good at giving oral, but oral is a nice reward to give to well behaved pets, you know? they have to ask him nicely for him to consider it, and hell, he'll do it on a whim if he's feeling particularly nice or frisky)

V olume - How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Oh, the Wanderer tries to be as quiet as possible - but in private, he's very noisy. Loud moans, gasps, and grunts. He tends to curse more often, too - especially if he's close to orgasm. Sure, the Wanderer teases his partner for being noisy themself, but the man sure is loud.

#wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #genshin impact #mine.txt #headcanons #letters

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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MY BACK ARCHED LIKE A CAT MY POSITION COULDN'T STOP (YOU WERE HITTING IT) or jjk men's k!nks

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? fem!reader, somnophilia, bondage, blindfolding, wax play, collaring, anal, double penetration, usage of toys (anal plug and vibrator), biting, voyeurism, spit, mild(?) petplay, degradation, dacryphilia, d/s dynamic (master honorific used), edging, oral m!receiving, mild praise kink, size kink, marking (name carving with fingernails), blood, sukuna's.. unusual mouths, sukuna all cocked up (he has two dicks. trueform!sukuna should be a warning in and of itself tbh), choking, overstimulation, name-calling, wow this is a long list, i'm so sorry :DD

name for the order? gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

sugar level? 2.7k

regulars? @hanayanetwork @takipnet @tokyometronetwork

bon appetit!

GOJO SATORU:

voyeurism

the two of you were in the teacher's lounge, the only person in the room was nanami kento who was dead set on ignoring gojo and the lovesick displays of affection he gave you, from how he rubbed your noses together, to the way he noisy kissed your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. the younger of the two continued to read through he book he held in one of his hand, and nurse the steaming cup of chamomile tea in the order, not paying any mind to the wet noises. truthfully, if the white-haired sorcerer had it his way, he'd be making out with you, but alas, your mouth was too busy with the lollipop you were sucking on. but then again, nothing really stopped him from getting what he wanted, so with a smirk on his lips, he pulled the confectionery from your lips into his own, even with the string of saliva that connected you to it. he hummed out at the flavor of the candy before crushing it into two pieces with his teeth, and delving into your mouth. he used your surprised gasp so he could slip his tongue into your mouth, and push the shattered sugary treat onto yours. the kiss was sweet, there was a lingering taste of strawberry on his tongue that sneaked into your mouth and you were hooked. so much so that you didn't hear the other man in the room tsk and stand up to walk away. you only noticed when satoru broke the kiss to address him "nanamin, don't leave me! you know how much i love sweets! couldn't help it!" with a shit-eating grin on his face.

pet play

you were standing in the walk-in closet you shared with satoru, looking through the different collars he bought for you stored neatly in one of the drawers. earlier that day, your boyfriend texted you something about how much he needed his little kitty, how much his cock ached for their kitty cunt so you were doing what any good pet would do. a few minutes later, you found yourself kneeling in front of the doorway satoru was about to come through any time soon. you had all of his favorites on -- his favorite cat ears, his favorite collar and leash, even his favorite tail plug. after all, he needed you. so imagine his delight upon finding you the moment he opens the door being such a good girl for him. he takes his blindfold off and reaches for you who paws at his sleeves. "that's a nice kitty," he mumbles against your lips. when he stands back up to his full height, he has your leash in his hand and he's gently tugging on it, leading the way to the leather couch in your living room. he sits down with a groan that sends a shiver all the way down to your pussy before he's unbuckling his belt, and pulling his already-hard cock out of his boxers. the way the heavy muscle slaps against his clothed stomach makes your mouth water, and so does the way his hand winds the leash tighter, forcing you to come closer to his groin. "put that cute lil mouth of yours to good use, would ya kitty?"

GETO SUGURU

degradation

fat tears were going down your cheeks which were squished together by a large, warm hand as you laid on your back below geto. "aw, c'mon, darling. i know you can do better than that." he mockingly cooed at you while you sobbed. he leaned down so his words would fan over the shell of your ear, knowing exactly what it did to you -- how it got you so much more aroused. "beg for me like the good little slut you are." that's how he liked you the most -- needy and whiny under him. the best part was that you couldn't even do the simple little thing he asked you to because of how his cock is pistoning in and out of your pussy right now. the best you could muster up were pitiful babbles of his name. you already knew that suguru's stamina was unmatched, but this is something else. you've been going at it for so long now, and he's still as ruthless as ever, yet despite that, you haven't been able to taste the sweet sensation of cumming even one time tonight. he's just been edging you, taking you to the blink of a toe-curling orgasm, then tearing it away from you at the last minute. "i can do this all night, sweetheart." he panted, a light sheen of sweat covering his body making some strands of long black hair stick to his face. "if you wanna cum, you have to beg for it like a good little cocksleeve." the smirk on his face only widened when your pussy tightened around his dick -- a telltale sign that you were about to have an orgasm. "fuck! g-geto please! lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease-" you managed to gasp out before his hand rubbed circles on your clit and letting you cum for the first time that night. "go ahead and cum on my cock, whore."

master kink

you were kneeling by the side of the door inside geto's office, the way he said you should greet someone as powerful as him. your head was down, your eyes staring at the hardwood floor, and your hands were folded neatly on your lap as you waited for his arrival which should be pretty soon. he just has a quick meeting with a couple of other curse users about storming jujutsu tech. when the door opens, you keep your gaze where it is, even when you feel a heavy hand pat you on the head. "welcome back, master suguru." the words are honeyed, dripping in sweet nectar as it spills from your lips and geto couldn't help the smile that graces his face as he sees just how well he's trained you in such a short amount of time. hell, he even has you wearing a skimpy french maid outfit knowing full well someone could storm into the room at anytime. it was a sad excuse of an outfit too, made out of scraps of black and baby pink lace and a silk ribbon that tied behind your back -- somewhat resembling an apron. "can i help you with anything, master suguru?" you ask as he passes you to sit down on his normal spot. the sound of his clothes shuffling doesn't go unnoticed, and even though you always asked him that question whenever you see him, it feels like today, it carries another meaning. "be a good koneko and put that mouth to good use."

FUSHIGURO TOJI

spitting

being gentle with you in the bedroom was never something toji regularly indulged in at the best of times, now think of how rough he is whenever he gets possessive of you. he doesn't get jealous, he's perfectly aware of how much you love him (and how no one can fuck you like he does), but still, there are times where people try to flirt with you even though you already told them you were taken and it gets on his nerves. "fuck, you're mine, aren't cha, princess?" the scar on the corner of his lips rises as you nod wildly, "yes! yes! a-all yours toji!" it was clear as day that you're drunk on the way his cock repeatedly slams into your pussy, weeping of your arousal. "d'ya think any of those guys can even begin to match up to me? hmm?" tears are running down your cheeks as he begins to rub circles onto your clit. "no! your cock's the best! 'm yours! 'm yours!" he grips your waist tighter, and you know that it'll undoubtedly leave fingertip-shaped marks on you, but at that moment, you couldn't get yourself to care. "all. fucking. mine." he punctuated every word with a bruising thrust that made you clamp down on him. "you wanna cum f' me?" he asks, and the moment you nod, he tells you to open wide which you mindlessly do, mind too hazy to think through his words. he then spits the saliva that's been pooling in his mouth into yours, but it's not like you mind. you get all warm and fuzzy inside when he pats your hair with praises of good girl and gives you permission to swallow, and to cum.

size kink

it all started when he came home to you wearing one of his black t-shirts as you were just finishing up preparing that night's dinner. he felt like he was slowly losing his mind seeing the way it was so tiny on you, the way it engulfed your figure, the way you looked so cozy and comfortable in it. and the way you smelled like him. it made something in his brain snap. the next thing he knew, he's thanking the gods because you were already turning off the stove and the rice cooker's already unplugged, and the next thing you knew, you were on his shoulder, one of his muscular arms snug around you and getting carried to the bedroom. he's stripped you of his shirt - turns out that was the only thing you were wearing. maybe you planned this out all along - and did the same with the clothing that's obscuring his naked body from yours. it didn't matter what size you were, whether you're a xs or a xl, his figure dwarfed yours, and that fact was enough to make his groan and get his dick ridiculously hard. there was nothing more he wanted to bury his cock inside you, but he knew he had to prep you first so he buried his tongue and his thick fingers into your cunt first, letting them get you nice and wet before his cock bullied its way inside your tiny cunt.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

marking

his smirk grew as a wicked idea crossed his mind while he was fucking you from the back. two of his hands eased up their hold on your hips, going down to your ass where he dug his nails in deep into your flesh, enough to draw blood. then, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, letting your body press completely inside his as his stomach mouth licked all of the red fluids off. he wasn't done with you yet though. his thrusts were smaller now, putting a tiny bit of space between, then completely eliminating it. one of his hands wandered to the side of your hip, then his finger started to carve his name into your delicate skin sukuna ryomen. he pulled you against him harshly, letting your back collide with his chest as he bared his teeth and bit into the flesh of your neck, as well as the area around your collarbones, all the while his other hand busied itself with etching his name into your stomach, then your thighs for everyone in the village to see. now, sukuna isn't really the type of boyfriend who cares about the things you wear, but after this, he would definitely desire seeing you strolling around with him in more revealing clothes, small, pretty dresses that would show off the marks he left on you.

choking

you were sobbing fat tears as sukuna continued to push the bullet vibrator up against your clit while both of his cocks were stuffed into both of your holes, his heavy balls resting snuggly against the plumpness of your ass. "'y think that was funny, brat?" he snarled at you with his a deep set frown on his handsome face. "you dare to oppose me-" one of his hands were on your face, squeezing your cheeks tighter "like i'm not the king of curses." and for the hundredth time that night, you were begging for his forgiveness; for his mercy. the only thing was, he was not that kind. maybe you did push his buttons a bit too much during one of his meetings with the person set to help you both with your wedding. "y'know, i'm real kind to you, sweetheart. but there are times where brats like you have to be put in their place." he turned the vibrator up higher, making you squeal and reflexively kick your legs -- kicking his in the process. you were quick to blubber out apologies the best as you can from how overstimulated you are, the same way he was quick to wrap an abnormally large hand around your throat. "really brat? you don't know when to stop do you?" he cocked his head as his hold tightened making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

NANAMI KENTO

somnophilia

you woke up earlier than you were supposed to. the alarm on your phone wasn't going to ring in another hour still, but there was something that woke you up; something uncomfortable. there was a large mass against the back of your thigh which was weird because the only thing behind you was nanami- oh. a quick glance to the man himself would tell you what exactly that large mass was. the mere sight of it made you rub your legs together and lick your lips. i mean, the two of you have already had this conversation before, right? so this was fine, right? you thought before heading down under the covers and cupping his morning wood through his black boxer briefs. seeing as it had no effect on him, you decided to pull them down and jerk him off in your hand slowly, letting him grow some more, then finally putting your mouth on him. nothing he did made it seem like he was awakened by your ministrations, but he did make more sounds than he usually did whenever he's conscious -- a symphony of deep groans and grunts and uncontrolled thrusts of his hips. it was only when you hollowed your cheeks, sucking on the tip of his cock did he wake, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing circles onto the skin as he cooed at you, "what a nice thing to wake up to, darling. expect me to return the favor when you're done, yeah?"

bdsm

he loves the way you react to him, he loves how he knows your body so well. the way you squirm when he tilts the lit candle over your body so the melted wax would drip onto your body, your perfect skin -- whatever the condition of your skin is, it's perfect to him and that's how he describes it. he thinks the color of the special black candles he bought just for this particular occasion looked so pretty against your skin color and he lives for moments like this. you're so vulnerable - and if he takes a moment to think, the corner of his lips upturn because of the amount of trust you put in him -, blindfolded by his black-spotted tie, and all tied up on the bedframe. he didn't feel like doing anything intricate tonight; he just tied all four of your limbs onto all four bedposts. "'namin, 'namin plea- ah" you whimper was cut short when you suddenly feel two fingers on your clit, collecting your juices, then dipping down to your cunt, quivering and clenching around nothing. nghh! your toes curl when you then feel the sting of the freshly melted wax on the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. "don't worry, sweetheart. i'll take care of you, hmm?"

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you get: a badger

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bunfloras · 4 months

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Okay okay. Phil thinking he's losing his mind in qsmp and maybe going to fit to confirm what he's seeing, only to realize it's not real.

Phil is alone.

Not real.

Fit is here.

Real.

Phil escaped.

Real…?

Phil sinks into the chair with a groan, face buried in his hands. It’s all he can manage just to breathe, his heart hammering against his ribs like a bird in a cage—

A cage, a cage.

How long has it been? Days? Months?

“Fuckin’ hell...”

Fit ‘tsks’ sympathetically beside him. Even that is too loud, almost as noisy in his ears as his own heart. It’s better than the silence, though. He hears a clatter as Fit digs through his chests, and then the tell-tale rattle of maracas. His heart stops for a moment, his lips forming Tallulah’s name before he thinks better of it.

She isn’t there. She hasn’t been there for a while. Phil doesn’t know how long.

Fit mouths an apology, shoving the instruments a little deeper into his chest. He hands Phil a bottle of water, though when he filled it, Phil doesn’t know. Time is skipping around like a scratched record, leaving everything hazy and disjointed. It has been for weeks.

Has it been weeks?

It’s too quiet. Everything’s too quiet.

He remembers quiet—remembers staying up for days with terracotta dust staining his knuckles and only the crows for company. Endless nights, an eternity alone with himself and the gods meddling in his life. Building, building, building because it was all he could do to stay sane. Things are different now, or so he tries to tell himself.

But the quiet is the same.

“Talk,” Phil rasps, his throat bone-dry. He clutches the water a little tighter. “…Please.” His thoughts are too loud. He needs something to drown them out.

Fit doesn’t answer.

“Mate, please.” Phil’s voice is breaking. Rough as sandpaper, fragile as glass. “Tell me this is—fuck. Tell me this is real.”

The cage’s bars rattle louder in his chest. The bottle in his hand is empty.

“Fit…?”

Was it ever really there?

#ask #christmas of whump #drabble requests #q!philza #q!fitmc #tw: derealization #not sure when in the timeline this is #we went astray from canon bois #it’s okay tho it was fun

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abeinginsand · 6 months

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Hermie and Taylor hellatives sketches for the halloween week day 5 prompt demons [ID in alt and all dialogue below]

[ID: Sketches of Hermie and Taylor in four different scenes. The first one shows Hermie with Taylor on their shoulders while Taylor throws up a peace sign and says "I won". Hermie says a tsk sound and the words nearby say lost a bet. The next scene is the two sitting together with Taylor napping against his uncle's shoulder. Hermie has their eyes closed and the thought bubble says "Maybe this isn't so bad? Still noisy though." The third scene shows Hermie teasing Taylor about Link. They mention Taylor said Lincoln's name in his sleep in a very over the top cutesy fawning voice. Flustered Taylor shouts that he doesn't sound like that while waving his hands up and down. His shirt has the word no with an exclamation point on it. Last scene shows Hermie having a meltdown and their shapeshifting ability starting to go haywire with drippy and spiky looking affects. Taylor hugs them and reassures that they are family and can figure things out together. End ID] All Dialogue: Scene 1: Taylor: "I won!" Hermie: Tsk (lost a bet) Scene 2: Taylor: z z z Hermie: "Maybe this isn't so bad? Still noisy though." Scene 3: Hermie (teasing in cutesy voice): "You said 'Link <3' in your sleep!" Taylor (flustered): "I don't sound like that!" Scene 4: Taylor: "We're family, OK? Lean on me too." Hermie: "I... I don't know how to." Taylor: "T-Then, let's figure it out together! (Both are tearful, Hermie's voice is distorted)

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #hermie unworthy #hermie the unworthy #dndads #dndads fanart #dndads s2 #abeinginsand art tag #art #sketches #dndads halloween week 2023

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ladykissingfish · 1 month

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Hidan: 'Kuzuuuu ~ Kakuzu: No. Hidan: You don't even know what the fuck I was gonna say! Kakuzu: Whenever you say my name like that, I know it can't mean anything good. Now what do you want? Hidan: You weren't complaining when I was saying your name like that last night ... Kakuzu, blushing: Tsk; your crudeness knows no bounds. Alright, what are you about to ask me? Hidan: Nothing! Holy Jashin you're one suspicious bastard! I was just gonna tell you that I loved ya, jackass! Kakuzu: ...Oh. Was that all? Hidan: "Was that all"? That's all you've gotta say to that?! I should pull out my scythe and -- Kakuzu: *grabs Hidan and pulls him into a hug* Kakuzu, kissing the top of Hidan's head: I love you, too, you god-awful annoying brat. Now stop being so noisy and let me hold you for a while. Hidan, relaxing in Kakuzu's arms, speaking softly: See? You can be pretty okay sometimes. You know me and you should go away somewhere for a while, a nice little vacation somewhere warm, with good food, and no missions or nothing to go on. Kakuzu: Mmmm, sounds expensive, but, I can see the appeal. Let me think about it and -- *from the other room* Sasori: Hidan!!! What in the FUCK did you do to my puppets?! I'm gonna kill you, you sadistic fuck! Kisame: Get in line, Sasori. Did you see how he painted Samehada?! Deidara, shrieking: Holy shit!! I've been working on this sculpture for months! WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?! Kakuzu: Brat. What did you -- Hidan: Better plan for our vaction to last a few weeks, at least. And somewhere FAR AWAY. Kakuzu:

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #kakuzu #hidan #naruto #the akatsuki #sasori #deidara #kisame hoshigaki #true love is taking your partner far far away from those who wish to disembowel him

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Transmasc!Trafalgar Law & Straw Hats

Fun little writing exercise about Law coming out to the Straw Hats. Minor hints at LawSan, LawLu, ZoLaw, ZoSan.

Cw: 🔞 Mature topics, trans coming out scene, fluff, humor, bicurious Sanji, mastectomy scars, mentions of phalloplasty, Law is okay having a vulva, masc terms for parts.

Law is spending time with the Straw Hats at a bath house. He keeps his waist covered all the time, which leads different directions. Was it shyness? Was it some hidden tattoo? The guys devolve into comparing dicks. Law refuses to show them anything. The Straw Hats reveal just how accepting their crew can be.

Law sat on one of the stools to use the shower head. The bathhouse was noisy. The water splashed as Luffy jumped in; Zoro yelling at him for spraying water everywhere ending in a silly splash fight. Jinbe, Franky and Brook sat against some of the rocks to the back in relaxation, Sanji was busy trying to peak at the women without going over the wall and Usopp was sitting near Law, showering himself.

Law, unlike the rest, was wearing a towel around his waist even as he sat facing away and running water thru his hair. He seemed relaxed despite all the noise, though his face still held that classic scowl. Usopp glanced at him curiously as Law took to washing his privates, but maintained the towel so Usopp couldn't see.

"Say, Torao" Usopp spoke up, "Are you shy around us?"

He could see Law's eyes widen, his cheeks flush, and then Usopp received a glare. "What?"

Usopp scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously, "Sorry, weird question. None of us are wearing towels so..."

Law rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I'm not a Straw Hat. Plus, is it a crime to not want to show your genitalia to people? Tsk, people are obsessed with that."

Having heard the conversation, Sanji walked over. "Hm, that is a weird question, Usopp."

"YOU'RE THE WEIRDO IN HERE," Usopp raised an arm to gesture towards the wall where he had just been trying to peep.

"I am curious, though," Sanji ignored him. "Do you have tattoos on your inner thighs or something?"

Law pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sure."

"Really?!" Luffy called from the water. He hung out at the edge, leaning towards Law. "I wanna see, Torao!"

Law groaned, "No! Mugiwara-ya, you can't."

Luffy whined, pouting with furrowed brows. Zoro waded over to him. "I bet he's just embarrassed about his dick size," he nudged Luffy. Law could hear the shit eating grin on his face without turning around.

Law took in a sharp breath, trying to relax his heart. He didn't want to have to talk to them about this. Luckily, Sanji was already on Zoro's case, since it reminded him that Zoro always boasts about his dick almost exclusively to make Sanji angry (or...something).

Brook had gotten out of the water and sat near Law, washing off his bones. "Well, I don't have a penis, yohohoho!"

Somehow, that made Law feel better.

"Yes, what does it matter?" Jinbe was now sitting on Law's left. "It depends entirely on your genetics, your race, your size."

"Yeow!" Franky grinned, "And I can change mine to be bigger," he half-joked.

Jinbe laughed at Franky's remark, "Well I have two of them!"

"TWO?" Sanji and Zoro had stopped in surprise and Luffy's eyes sparkled. "That's crazy!" Luffy laughed.

Law was smiling. He liked that the men casually defended him. Should he just up and say it now? Did it matter?

"I'm transgender," he finally said, his voice slightly wavering from nerves, "Are you all satisfied, now?"

"Ohhh!" Luffy got out of the water and walked over, to Law's horror. "So you're like Yamabro! Or... Okiku? You're a woman?"

"No, first answer was correct, I'm a man."

"Yeah, either way, that's no big deal," Luffy beamed, "Yamabro bathed with us!"

Jinbe smiled at Law, "We appreciate your willingness to open up to us; I'm glad you can trust us. Yes, we see no problem in that."

"Heh. Torao!" Zoro called over, "I definitely have a bigger dick than you!"

A very rare genuine grin spread across Law's face. Somehow, Zoro had enough empathy to know treating him any different was what would be upsetting.

"Me, too!" Sanji copied him. He was blushing slightly though, as if he was thinking about something.

Law shrugged, he stood and dropped his towel. Usopp and Sanji were the only ones to have a shocked reaction, Sanji's nose even trickled a bit of blood. Law froze up as he realized that everyone was actually scanning, not looking to his vulva per say, but for tattoos.

"I don't have any more tattoos!" He barked. "Just let it go."

Luffy came closer and observed, making Law blush, while most of the men continued what they were doing casually.

"So, that's your dick, huh?" Usopp pointed out, having come close, too. Sanji was still staring, he looked very conflicted. Franky also leaned in with interest.

Law sighed and tried to go into doctor mode now. "Yeah, with testosterone the clit increases in size. I think I'm two inches."

"But," Franky glanced up at his chest, "You did your chest right? What stopped you from changing the bottom?"

"I feel indifferent to it," Law said simply, "I don't want to change it." He jolted as Luffy gently touched the scars on his chest. "Hey! Too close."

Luffy backed up, grinning. "Sorry... Your tattoos are just so cool, I never noticed the scars there."

Law was blushing furiously now, feeling his dick peak thru his folds. He twirled around and used the shower head again. "Thanks for accepting me," he sounded honestly grateful, but was also trying to finish the convo.

Luffy sat beside him to the right, showering himself off too. Law tried (tried) to ignore him. Sanji was still staring at Law's back, but was snapped out of it by Zoro who began to make fun of him. "Into men now, Swirly?"

"No!" Sanji chided.

"It wouldn't be a big deal!" Zoro snapped back. Hell, he was into men. If Sanji weren't so fucking straight maybe he'd ask him ou--

"Absolutely not," Sanji rolled his eyes, "I'm just into certain parts. Doesn't mean I like men."

"It does if the parts are men's parts," Zoro sneered. Sanji was dumbfounded at this comment. Shock befell Zoro to see Sanji go into pensive mode instead of growing angry. Sanji pinched his chin, diverting his eyes to the ground.

"Tsk," Zoro rolled his eyes. "Well, technically if you viewed Yamato as a woman and view those part as female- gross - then you're straight. Quit worrying so much, no need to be fragile."

Sanji sighed. "You're right. I know Yamato is just as much a man as Law. I just... have to sort through my thoughts."

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #first son of the sea jinbe #one piece jinbe #soul king brook #one piece brook #one piece franky #iron man franky #cyborg franky #straw hat pirates #mugiwara crew #my fics #one piece fanfiction

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pieroulette · 1 year

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MORE BLOOD

2023 | 13+ | 1.4k | COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES × ENHYPEN

GENRE reverse harem, vampire! enha

WARNING nothing :3

AUTHOR'S NOTE I know I know don't come at me, it's just a short story to celebrate 600 followers! And partly bcs I'm dying to write one 😭😭 thank you sm for reading all my stories and all those kind words and encouragement it truly matters to me and that I truly appreciate it!! I suck at words LOL ok let's not say such self deprecating words but ily folks :3

"This way, miss." snapped out from your deep thoughts when the maid in their formal attire led you to the deep , dark hallways in which the dark red carpet stood out to you the most; it was red for sure, however as you observed the intricate patterns below your shoes—tiny spots of deeper shade of red splattered all across the long, long hall.

"U-uhm? Hey.." the maid had her head slightly tilted at you, "Where are we going?"

"To the masters." she replied in a serious death tone, a stark contrast to when she greeted you in front of the mansion's porch.

Eerie, you thought—however are you seriously having a second thought after signing up for the maid contract in a suspicious, isolated mansion of who the god knows who they belong to? Probably, an old man with an overstretched moustache with his old suit, or maybe an old maiden who prefers to stay isolated in the mansion given to her by her wealthy parents, or a dozen more reasons your wearied mind couldn't put themselves into.

A large main door spreads open before you and the luminous light peeking from the glass windows hits your line of sight, pulling your hands up to your eyes quickly. Rubbing your eyes, your sight were met with a few strangers—young men scattered all over the place

Something you particularly notice was the main desk with scattered papers on top of them, piles of books on the smooth floor, all round you stood a colossal collections of books—resembling a library however it was akin to being consumed by a man-eating monster.

"Young master, we brought your special dinner for today."

"I'm—huh?" Before you could say anything, the door slammed right to your face.

"Hm? Are you an A+?" A red haired young man suddenly were before your very eyes, you were dead sure he was standing a few metres away from you just now.

Your eyes widening frantically upon the strange question, his fanning breath over your face had goosebumps riled through your skin. "F-fuck what?"

Loosen ties hanging down to their white shirts underneath their black jackets, icy pale skin and intense gazes looming over you with orbs that screams those that belong to monsters.

"Tsk, manners, Sunoo!" Puppy-like eyes softening your heart yet the golden crimson orbs of his had your stomach churning. Collars pulled up, red tie and strings of bracelet round his wrists. He exudes downright cockiness and somewhat flirty as his tongue laps on his lower lip, eyes never faltering from you. He took your hands onto his lips, pressing a sweet kiss on it much to your dropping jaw. "Forgive us, young lady. My name's Jake, what's yours—"

"Fuck, we're no longer in the 18th century, goddamn Jake. Quit that act."

A long groan escapes from the blonde haired boy, or Jake as they call it. "And why should I listen to you? Last time I check, none of the maidens look at your way because of your cold ass demeanour."

"You say that again!"

"S-stop, why are you all so noisy." Sunoo whined as he sticks his fingers inside his ear.

A barrage of ruckus from the two man had you silently pulling the door behind you in hopes to escape yet it to your utter disappointment, a hand slams it back right to your eyes. You look up in fear for this young man with faint blonde highlights on his bangs looking down at you with downright contempt. Intimidating he was, it was as if he was eating you with his intense red orbs.

"Where do you think you're going, human?"

Gulping a huge saliva down your throat, "W-w-what are you gonna do, huh?! You think you're so brave for doing this, what—" you widened your trance as if you were a sumo, slamming your hand on the man before you. "K-kill me? Bitch? I'll haunt you if you kill me!—"

"Pffft! She's funny—" a light hearted laughter came out from the young man emitting princely like vibes from the window, you couldn't make out much from his face as the luminous sky behind him overshadowed his form. "I like her."

You couldn't move an inch as the man started to approached you—the beauty mark on his nose and his more defined fangs coming into view as he smirk down at you, "I didn't know our dinner got a feisty mouth. Tsk, I don't mind though. What if you stay here and be our little toy instead?"

"Toy?! Little t-toy?!" You let out a scoff of annoyance yet you know this is was only an attempt to stop yourself from shivering, "Hellooo?! if this is the place where I'm going to work then sorry, I don't have time for this bullshit—"

"Chill, everyone! At least we could give her a little dose of kindness before we sent her away, yeah? Won't hurt to show a bit of kindness, Ni-ki." says the red haired young man with foxy eyes and orbs resembling the shade of his hair, utterly gorgeous he was as he gave you a sugary smile. The sleeves of his coat were folded up revealing his arms wrapped in bandage. "What's your name, sweet one?"

"Huh? Treating a human with kindness? What's that even?" Ni-ki, the tall young man who stood behind your back spun you around, leaning closer as his harsh gaze filled with utter contempt, "You're not even close to our level, peasant."

Sunoo rolled his eyes to the back of his head, "There's no hope for you, Ni-ki."

Clenching your trembling fists as you let out a hiss of annoyance, you pushed him over making him stumble backwards and pushing the door opened, sprinting for your goddamn life.

You took one last look over your shoulder only to wholly regret it as their monstrous orbs stayed fixated on you, you knew they could easily get you then and there but you still tried taking all your might to get away from that devil's place, going as farther as you can in these never-ending hall. Taking endless turns when a large double doors appeared on the end, light peeking through the glasses giving you a hope for freedom.

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you pushed the door open but greeny bushes surrounding the area, a gazebo and a fountain a few metres away greets your sight. You realised you were at the garden of the mansion much to your downright disappointment.

Grey misty fog blots out the entire garden as you slowly bring yourself to the pathway trying to find for an exit. Yet, you felt like you were going into an endless loop of maze, your energy only depleting as you panted relentlessly. Beads of sweat trailing down your jaw from your forehead.

"Exit, exit.. where is it?!" You frantically roamed around the garden, as the thought of any chance of survival would vanish into air if they suddenly appear out of nowhere.

A harsh tug on your cardigan had you stumbled backwards on someone's chest, looking up only to dark red orbs resembling a cat; jet black mullet, black web chokers on his neck as red lips pulling up to reveal those fangs.

Your breathe were caught up in the back of your throat, his cold ice fingers caressing your face and tucking the strands of your hair in the back of your ear only accelerated your already rampant heart.

"You smell so good.." breathing in, feline eyes gleaming into something you couldn't fathom. Your heart dropping in immense fear as you immediately pushed him away from you. The warmth of his chest gone from your arms.

"C-creep! Stay away!" You shouted right at his face.

You spun around to the direction back to the mansion, however another one stood before you; grey lush hair, tall frame and dark blue tie hanging loose on his white shirt, his hands in his pockets.

"Who the fuck are you again?! S-stay away— or else!—"

"Hm, you look pretty." his golden crimson orbs a few inches away from you, as you were slammed right to his chest. "Would you let us keep you, little one?"

"Yoi, wouldn't that be too selfish of you, brother?" another arm sneaks into your waist, pulling your back to his warmth chest. His voice near your ears sending shivers down to your spine, "Right, kitten?"

"Let me go you bitch!—"

A soft blow to your face had you letting out a tiny yelp, "Sure, why not?"

Multiple hands suddenly snaps right before your eyes, harsh tug all over your arm pulling you different directions. Golden crimson and dark red orbs gleaming around you under this heavy misty fog, shutting your eyes tight with a series of harsh cries of pain escaping from your lips as you felt this burning sensation of something sharp sinking right to your neck, arm and shoulder.

"Your blood belongs to us."

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kuebandungs · 2 months

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Duty After School Imagine : 02

☆ Do Soocheol x Reader ☆

(source video on YouTube)

"Beautiful."

"Huh?"

"The sphere is pretty."

You stare in surprise at the man sitting behind you who suddenly said that.

"Hey, Do Soocheol! You're so old-fashioned!"

Suddenly Deokjoong's shout is heard. Making you and Soocheol immediately turn towards the man who likes to eat. Little did you know, Soocheol was glaring at Deokjoong, which made him even more eager to mock Soocheol.

Trying not to pay attention to it, you walked towards Bora's bench. You sat down on Youngshin's bench which happened to be unoccupied, then observed Bora who was focused on drawing on her iPad.

"Wow, who is she?" you ask excitedly.

Bora looked up to see you, "You."

"Uh, really? But.. her eyes look like Hana," you replied analyzing Bora's drawing.

"Indeed. You shouldn't be so confident."

"You're annoying, Bora!" you grumble irritably.

Bora just laughs softly.

"Go back to your seat."

You and Bora looked up as soon as you heard Youngshin's voice. You showed a grin to the boy before finally moving back to your seat.

Feeling bored waiting for the bell to ring, you wanted to go over to Hana who was talking to Soyeon. But when you were about to stand up from the bench, Soocheol held your wrist.

"Mrs. Park will be here soon," he said.

"Then?" you ask confused.

"Sometimes I wonder, you're ranked in the top 3 but why you are so slow in analyzing the situation, (Name)." Deokjoong commented.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Tsk, Soocheol wants to get close to you. Because he has—"

"Good morning, guys! Uh, did Soocheol and (Name) want to cross the street? Why are they holding hands like that?" The words of Mrs. Park who had just arrived instantly made the whole class rowdy.

They were busy teasing Soocheol who immediately released her grip on you. No doubt, you also felt embarrassed for being the laughing stock of your classmates.

"Okay, enough class! I'm here because I want to give you all a gift."

Suddenly the students of class 12-2 looked at their homeroom teacher with a curious and excited look.

"Wow, what kind of gift, Ma'am?"

"Will be given a vacation?"

"This month's mock exam results are out," said Mrs. Park which made the whole class sigh in disappointment.

"I will divide them according to rank order," she continued.

"What?!"

"Don't embarrass us, Ma'am!"

"Hey, looks like you're going to beat Younghoon this time."

You turned around to look at Soocheol who had just tapped you lightly on the shoulder.

"I don't want to beat anyone, above average is more than enough," you replied quietly.

"Lee (Name)!" called Mrs. Park, making you rush over to her.

"Well, I knew it."

Soocheol said with a big smile as you sit back down on your desk and receive applause from your classmates. You just smiled in satisfaction. No lie, you were proud to have gotten the highest score in the class.

"Announcement! All the teachers are requested to gather in the teacher's room right now!"

Mrs. Park who had just finished distributing the mock exam results to all the students, rushed out as soon as she heard the announcement from the speaker.

"Why are the teachers called all of a sudden?" you asked Soocheol.

"I think there's something important," he replied, also curious.

Not long after, Mrs. Park comes back in with a look that's hard to interpret. It makes you even more curious and a little anxious.

"Class," Mrs. Park paused. "Invitation-only admissions have been cancelled."

Suddenly the class became noisy.

"How come, Ma'am?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Is CSAT cancelled too?"

"What about the students who have already registered, Ma'am?"

You are shocked as your friends. You want to bombard your homeroom teacher with questions, but you feel sorry for her because Mrs. Park also seems overwhelmed by the questions from the other students.

Mrs. Park immediately turns on the TV that is showing a press conference, where one of the news contents is that there is a military training for grade 12 students after the learning activities. Those who participated in the training would get extra points for the CSAT.

Again, the whole class was in an uproar. Too shocked and surprised by the sudden news they got. Until finally Mrs. Park told the class president to distribute the consents form to participate in military training for 4 weeks.

You stare at the form in your hand with mixed feelings.

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DUTY AFTER SCHOOL IMAGINE

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"(Name)!"

The call makes you who was walking to class suddenly stop and turn your head.

Soocheol, who was carrying his suitcase, ran slowly towards you. "Are you coming?" he asked with a big smile.

You just nodded.

"Here, let me carry it for you."

Without being asked, that man took over the suitcase in your hand and carried it.

"Uh, no need to bother." You tried to reject him subtly.

"For you, there's nothing troublesome." But Soocheol still insisted on helping.

"Well, thank you very much, Soocheol," you said in the end.

"You're welcome, Princess."

You instantly widened your eyes. While Soocheol just laughed at your shocked expression that looked funny in his eyes.

"Almost 3 months into our relationship, you still blush when I call you that," Soocheol joked.

"Soocheol..." you threatened in a low tone.

"Alright, alright. I'll shut up, babe."

After saying that, Soocheol immediately ran away from you. You, who just woke up could only blink your eyes few times, before finally running after your lover.

Once in the class, you saw Soocheol who was already sitting in his seat laughing at you. That tall man ran quite fast, leaving the petite you far behind.

"Wow, have you been chased by a ghost?" Wang Taeman, who was arranging a pile of gum on his desk, looks at you in surprise.

Realizing that you weren't looking back at him, Taeman followed your gaze. He paused for a moment, before pounding on the table.

Brakk!!!

"You're in a relationship with Soocheol, aren't you?!" Taeman shouted.

You and the rest of the class were shocked. But they were even more shocked when they heard what Taeman had just said.

That makes you now stared at by the rest of the class.

"Wow, is that true?"

"Shocking news! Even more shocking than military training!"

"Since when, (Name)?"

"I thought Soocheol would be stuck in the friend-zone forever."

Embarrassed, you try to ignore the various remarks from your friends and rush to your seat. But it's seems like it was the wrong decision, because now your friends are teasing you more and more as you approach Soocheol. What a mistake, having a seat in front of that guy.

"Are you guys really? Dating?" asked Youngshin who was walking towards your seat.

You looked up at him. Then glanced back, and found Soocheol who just smiled a little.

"Ah, that's..." you said hesitantly.

"Yeah, we've been dating since three months ago," Soocheol cut in, making your classmates even more boisterous. You suddenly glared at him.

"Why, babe? Isn't this the perfect time to tell them? I'm tired of being jealous every time another boy approaches you."

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< 01. Jangsoo || 03. Ilha >

#soocheol #wattpad #duty after school imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #kdrama imagine #kdrama #duty after school #do soocheol #kdrama x reader #jo youngshin #youngshin #yoon bora #kuebandungff #Deokjoong #friendship #female reader #duty after school x reader #duty after school x name

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starboybutler · 1 year

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Underneath the tree [Austin x GN reader]

18+ only. minors dni.

Summary: Santa seems to have left you a pretty little gift under your christmas tree. It gets a little messy while you're unwrapping it.

Word count: 1807

Warnings: sub!austin, bondage, teasing, dirty talk, allusions to sounding, dollification/objectification, dacryphilia, fingering (m receiving), inappropriate use of christmas decorations, mommy used as a gender neutral term (let me know if i missed any!)

Notes: i've only written for austin maybe twice, but i wanted to fix that. ever since i saw that snl bumper of him in the lights, i've wanted to write something where he's all tied up and at the reader's mercy, so here we are! i hope you all enjoy this fic, as filthy as it is. merry christmas to all of you! 🫶🏽

“that okay baby?”

you give a small tug at the bright red ribbon, testing its strength as you look at austin tenderly. the blonde nods, his face flushed a sweet red as you take a step back, admiring him as he squirms in the restraints. “y-yeah, it’s good.”

“god, you look gorgeous.” you muse, smirking as his cock twitches up in interest at the praise. “it's a shame you're all tied up…poor thing. can't touch me or anything…”

he pouts softly at your fake sympathy, running his tongue over his lips as he stares at you with wide, needy eyes. “you aren't gonna unwrap your gift?” he asks, his voice soft with such a submissive undercurrent. you've never heard him speak like that before, and it drives you wild. you hum lowly, your fingers coming up to your chin and stroking it as you pretend to mull over austin’s words.

“well…santa did work awful hard to bring you to me, didn't he?” you ask, watching as austin’s eyes grow glassy from neglect of his needy cock. “maybe i can just take a peek at my pretty little gift…”

austin watches with baited breath as you slink towards him, hands gently resting on his thighs as you try and decide which parts to untie.

your eyes land on his needy cock, twitching and leaking against the satin material. slowly, you trail a hand up his smooth thigh, dragging your fingertip down to the neat bow at the base of his ribbon-clad cock.

“i think i’ll unwrap this first…” you coo, tugging at the bow and watching it drag over the sensitive skin of his cock. he moans softly as the fabric constricts his cock slightly, tightening around it and making his hips cant up. you tug again, and the neat little bow comes undone, letting the ribbon fall freely over his length.

“o-oh, god–”

“oh…this is all sticky..” you tsk, holding up the dripping, soaked ribbon in front of austin’s eyes, dangling it teasingly. “such a mess…”

austin blushes at the sight of his own precum staining the pretty red fabric, averting his eyes as you drop the ribbon with a faint, wet noise. he whimpers again, closing his eyes and tensing up as you push his thighs apart. he bites his lip as you trace your thumb over the head of his cock, pressing your fingertip against his slit.

he almost screams at the pressure, and you bite back a smirk as you pull your hand away.

“my, such a noisy thing.” you mutter, shaking your head. “that won't do…i can't unwrap you if you're making such a fuss…”

your eyes scan for something in the room to use as a gag. an ornament crosses your mind, but you really don't want it to shatter in austin’s mouth. the lights were a little too dangerous as well.

finally, your eyes landed on the previously discarded ribbon that was wrapped around austin’s length. it was still sticky and absolutely drenched in his precum, glistening in the white lights from your christmas tree.

slowly, you pull it up from it’s resting place on the floor, letting it dangle from your pointer finger. austin’s eyes widen as he realizes your intentions with the stained fabric, a tainted red blush rising high on his cheekbones. before he could utter anything out, you ball up the ribbon and snap your fingers with your free hand.

“open.”

his mouth falls open embarrassingly fast, allowing you to press the balled up satin against his tongue. he chokes out a desperate little moan as he tastes himself, his breath hitching as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. he was so turned on, and you weren't giving him what he needed most– it was killing him.

you gently approach him, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks up at you, looking absolutely pitiful as a single tear falls down his red cheek. you wipe it away gently, moving to cup the head of his cock with your hand gently. he moaned wantonly, muffled by the sodden fabric as you moved your wrist in a circle, grinding your palm against his swollen, pink flesh. he tries to thrust up into the touch, his slit leaking copious amounts of sticky, clear precum.

austin started to tremble, his tears falling faster down his cheeks at the stimulation. his cockhead was especially sensitive, and he didn't know if he could last with all of the rubbing you were doing. his orgasm drew near, his breath stuttering and making him gag against the ribbon as he tried to mumble something around the fabric.

“i think i know what this gift is…” you coo, pulling back so your finger is circling his slit once more, urging more precum out. “it's a pretty little dolly.”

a shocked noise escapes austin at your words, his cock jerking against your hand. his eyes clouding over with arousal as you smirk coyly.

“yeah…a dolly alllll for me to use.” you croon. “for me to ride and stick all kinds of things in– ain't that nice?”

your blunt fingertip presses to his slit, testing how much pressure you can add before his body begins to tremble at the thought of your finger entering him. you press a hand to his chest, leading him to lay down on the plush tree skirt. the way he's tied up leaves everything exposed to you– from the pink head of his cock to his twitching rim.

using your finger that was just teasing his tip, you gently rub at the tight ring of muscle. austin looks like he's going to explode as you lube him up using his own precum.

“this is such a pretty little thing…” you muse as your finger begins to sink into him, making him whine and arch up in response. he jerks against the ribbons restricting his arms, his cheek pressed into the soft material of the tree skirt. you waste no time thristing your finger in and out of his tight heat, loving the way he twitches and spasms around your digit needily. his precum does the job of keeping your finger slicked up, making it easy to slip another digit in beside the first.

austin squirms helplessly, struggling to keep the gag in his mouth as you curl your fingers upwards, stroking at his sweet spot skillfully. a particularly firm press against his prostate makes him gasp hard, letting the fabric fall from his lips as he sobs out.

“mgh– fuck, please, mommy–”

the words slip past his lips so naturally that you're a bit taken aback. you feel your stomach tighten with arousal, taking in the sight of him drooling and panting against the tree skirt– lights illuminating his flushed face and sharp features.

he was too far gone to feel any embarrassment at his outburst, but you didn't miss the shame flash in his eyes. you never knew that this was a thing for him.

“oh, this dolly can talk,” you purr, curling your fingers once again and watching him spasm, his face contorting in pleasure. your other hand wraps around his cock, working his cockhead with your hand as your fingers pump in and out of him at a steady pace. “what else can you say, pretty little thing?”

he shudders deeply, his flush traveling down to his neck and chest as he feels himself on the edge of orgasm. “mommy, please– i need to– i’m so close,” he begs, thighs trembling as you shove your digits deep inside of him, your knuckles piercing his rim. you still your thrusts, still wriggling your fingers and humming as a low whine leaves him. you squeeze his cock firmly, your fingers rubbing circles along his tip gently. his body jerks as your finger runs over his oozing slit, silently begging for something–

“ohh, does this pretty little doll want me to finger his poor little cock?” you croon, finger running along the tip. “what a filthy little thing. already full of my fingers and you want more?”

“o-oh god, mommy, i’m–” he gasps, pressing his hips back for friction as he babbles helplessly, his face almost scarlet. “please, fill me more, i can’t–”

he looks so pathetic under you, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. you lean down and press a tender kiss to his lips, quieting him down as you curl your fingers into his prostate and press down on his slit, humming into his mouth.

his cock gives one final jerk as he cums, your finger making it shoot out in all directions as his whole body quivers, spasming as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

the whole house falls quiet afterwards, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. you pull back from the blonde’s pillowy lips, and smile as you see him stare up at you, dazed. he smiles back lazily, his eyes heavily lidded and almost pure black– the blues of his iris gone.

“hi baby.”

“hi,” he croaks, his voice rough from the moaning he had been doing. “c’n you untie me mommy?” he asks softly, squirming in the restraints.

“didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” you tease, moving to untie the ribbon around his wrists. “you're such a sub. who would have thought, pretty boy aus with a mommy fetish,”

“does mommy not work for you?” he mutters, a small smirk playing on his lips as his arms are freed. “how ‘bout daddy instead?” he teases. “master? mistress? your highness?”

you undo the large bow tied in the middle of his chest, leaning in to kiss him gently with a smile on your lips. “baby boy, you can call me anything you want.” you mutter, pinching his cheek teasingly. “all you need to know is you belong to me.”

austin blushes, the submissive air to him coming back as he nods. “okay,”

“c’mon,” you hum, standing and hauling him up with you, inwardly chuckling as his legs shake slightly. “bath time. we can use the christmas scents.”

“and we'll watch a movie after?” he asks, eyes large as he speaks in a begging tone.

“yes, austin. we can watch a movie.”

“i love you so much.” he purrs, pressing his nose into your hair and sighing. “i wanna have your babies.”

you burst out laughing, shoving him towards the bathroom. “get in the tub already!”

he blows you a lazy kiss and you roll your eyes, trailing behind him slowly. you sit back for a moment and sigh, shaking your head as you think about him. he was so ridiculous and amazing and just…austin. you were so lucky to be able to spend christmas with him.

you heard him whine something from the restroom, and you sigh loudly. “i’m coming, aus!”

he was yours. all yours.

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kyojurismo · 10 months

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EMERGENCY REQUEST

hi sweetheart ! haven’t been feeling good recently (I feel like a dumpster fire rn 🥲) and I was wondering if I could request a short little modern!au sanemi x gn!reader x kyojuro fluff drabble? I don’t really have a specific prompt aside from that, just need some comfort from some of my cc’s :( I understand if you don’t feel comfy with the request too so no hard feelings if you deny it, thank you !! 🫶🏼

# kyojuro rengoku & sanemi shinazugawa

tags : modern au! gn!reader, poly relationship, fluff, slice of life? not proofread of course.

a/n : hi keira !! i searched up some fluffy prompts bc i’ve been running out of ideas these days lmao but then ended up writing something really random… i hope you’ll like it. i’m sending you a big hug & i hope you’ll feel better soon !! <3

“stop moving,” sanemi’s gruff voice fills your ears. you know he’s talking to kyojuro, because you can feel him moving too. “oh, my apologies,” his tone is lower than usual, as he thinks you’re still sleeping.

“good morning,” you say without moving. kyojuro chuckles and kisses your forehead. “see? you woke them up,” sanemi growls, annoyed. “i’ve been awake since you kicked my butt,” you confess and you chuckle, followed by kyojuro. sanemi simply falls quiet as his cheeks turns red.

“do you have work today?” you ask kyojuro, moving closer to him. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his warm chest. “yeah,” he nods and caresses your back slowly. you’re close to falling asleep again.

“noisy,” sanemi mumbles into his pillow. “you’re just jealous,” you mock him. “he’s gonna kiss me later anyway,” he replies quickly. “me first!”

“alright, alright,” kyojuro giggles before getting up before you two. as usual. “no, come back!” you try to grab him from his pants but he’s already out of reach. you watch him disappear into the bathroom and then you roll over to sanemi, positioning yourself on his back.

“mhm,” he doesn’t move, silently appreciating the contact. you snuggle closer, resting your forehead against his nape. “you’re warm,” you murmur and he simply nods, his face still buried in the pillow.

you stay like this for a while, when kyojuro finally exits the bathroom and starts getting dressed. “you two should get up,” he announces, his tone now loud as usual. “no,” you and sanemi reply at the same time, causing kyojuro to smile.

“i’ll make breakfast,” he then announces. “no, wait,” sanemi grabs your legs and finds a way to get up with you on his back. you wrap your arms around his neck and sigh softly, eyes still closed.

“i can make breakfast,” sanemi assures him and walks to the kitchen, still holding you. “preferences?” he asks you, caressing your leg with his thumb. “pancakes,” you answer, rubbing your cheek against his neck. “gotcha.”

sanemi starts preparing pancakes while kyojuro finishes getting ready for work. sanemi is able to prepare breakfast while having you on his back the whole time.

once you three are done eating breakfast, kyojuro helps cleaning the dishes before leaving for work. “alright, i gotta go now,” he kisses your forehead, then walks over to sanemi and kisses his nose, making him blush. just like the first times.

“bye, kyo!” you smile at him and watch him leave the apartment, hugging sanemi’s arm. “have a good day at work,” the white haired boy adds, making the other one smile.

once the door closes, you turn to look at sanemi and pout at him. “at least pretend you enjoy spending time with me,” he pinches your hip, making you squirm. “i enjoy it! you’re just all grumpy,” you punch his arm playfully. “i got work to do, bye,” sanemi starts walking towards his room and you quickly follow him, jumping on his back. “you promised to bake cookies with me today, for kyojuro,” you remind him.

“tsk, i know what i promised,” he replies in an annoyed tone. “then??” you look at him expectantly. “yeah, yeah. let’s go.”

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“that uzui, i don’t like him,” you turn to sanemi, raising your brows. “you don’t even know him, and kyojuro speaks good about him anyway. what’s the matter?” you ask him, kyojuro looks at sanemi too. “i don’t know, i just feel it,” he keeps his eyes focused on the plate, making kyojuro chuckle. “are you jealous, darling?” he asks him, and you smirk at that.

“the hell?! why would i be jealous?” he spits, annoyed. you catch the hint of a blush on his face and that is enough to make you laugh. “he’s just a colleague, ‘nemi,” kyojuro leans closer to him and kisses his cheek. “me too!” you turn to kyojuro, waiting for a kiss.

kyojuro nods and kisses your cheek too. “well, i’ll stop talking about uzui then,” he smirks, playfully looking at the other man. “cut that shit,” he rolls his eyes. “we made the cookies for you, not for him by the way.

you watch sanemi get up and putting the plates away before you could offer to help him. “ooh, baby ‘nemi was so proud he wanted only our kyo to eat them,” you smile fondly at your lover. “i see. well, i enjoyed them very much! quite tasty, ‘nemi,” your other lover reassures sanemi, making him blush.

“whatever,” he mutters while starting washing the dishes. you two notice he’s embarrassed enough so you leave him be. “it’s your turn to chose the movie tonight,” you get up and look at kyojuro with a smile. “nothing boring, thank you,” sanemi adds soon after, making kyojuro chuckle.

“alright, i’ll go check the dvds,” kyojuro gets up too and reaches the living room, looking through the pile of dvds for something to watch all together. “do you want chips or pop corns?” you ask sanemi, opening a cabinet. “pop corns,” he answers while drying his hands with a towel. “gotcha,” you nod.

you all sit down on the couch as kyojuro turns on the tv before sitting right next to you, sanemi sitting on your other side. “i love movie nights,” you confess in a soft tone. “me too,” kyojuro adds while resting his arm on the back of the couch, to caress sanemi’s neck. “mhm,” he nods too.

you rest your hand on sanemi’s thigh while leaning your head over kyojuro’s shoulder, enjoying the comfortable feeling of having them close to you.

you end up falling asleep on sanemi’s shoulder. they carefully take you to bed, kissing your cheeks and then lying down next to you soon after. “i love you,” sanemi murmurs while staring at the ceiling. “we love you too.”

HERE ARE A COUPLE OF PROMPTS THAT A SITE MADE AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO SHARE THEM BC THEY WOULD BE CANON HEHE

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