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minisugakoobies · 7 months

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The Rules - Part 1 | Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader Genre: smut, crack, strangers to lovers, Weddingl!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: drinking, kissing, exhibitionism, reader gets fingerfucked in public, dirty talk, a little bit of praise, Fuckboi!Chan has a tongue ring and a lip ring, his charisma is off the charts, reader's got impulse control problems Word Count: 4K Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SKZ - they just inspire me

Summary: When your cousin asked you to be a bridesmaid, she gave you three simple rules to follow. Number one: Don't be late. Number two: Don't get super wasted. And rule number three: Don't fuck Chan.

A/N: This came from a request sent by @aprylynn back in, ummmm, let's not focus on how long this took and just enjoy 😆 This is just part 1, so let me know what you think - like if you want more! 💕

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(dividers by @/saradika)

When your cousin asked you to be a bridesmaid, she gave you three simple rules to follow:

Number one: Don't be late. "To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late. To be late is to get cut out of the family. Don't think Halmeoni won't drop you from her will if I ask."

Number two: Don't get super wasted. "What if I have a bridal emergency and you're completely zooted, upchucking wine spritzers in the bathroom?" As if you'd drink a wine spritzer.

And rule number three: Don't fuck Chan.

She announced the third rule the first time you gathered with her and her other bridesmaids to discuss wedding details. Chan, it turned out, was her fiancé's "Best Bro" from his college frat days.

"Binnie was in a frat? Huh," was your response upon learning this new factoid.

Sun Hee rolled her eyes. "I know, it's weird, but he's grown up a lot since I met him. Chan, on the other hand…" she grimaced. "He's a fuckboy. Of the highest magnitude. S-class. A summa cum fuckboy."

"More like a someone's gonna come fuckboy, amiright?" maid of honor Ji-won snarked, cracking herself up, but she quickly stopped when Sun Hee gave her the evil eye.

"And that's bad because…" you drawled.

"Because every goddamn time one of my friends hooks up with his slutty ass, they completely lose their shit. And I! Do! Not! Have the time to deal with the fallout!" Sun Hee clapped her hands after each word, like a deranged cheerleader. "So keep your hands and your holes away from that man!"

At first, when you met the groomsmen at the engagement party, you thought to yourself that Sun Hee's rule was unnecessary. Apparently, Changbin only hung out with other ridiculously good-looking guys. Any one of them could probably show you an amazing time, if you so desired.

And then Bang Chan walked in.

Out of curiosity, you'd looked the guy up, scouring Changbin's insta for old photos. Just so you could see what all the fuss was about. It was pretty easy to identify why Sun Hee's friends were apparently throwing themselves at the man, between his muscular build, his warm eyes, and his heart-melting smile. And as a semi-famous music producer, he's a star on the rise, which only adds to his allure. But holy shit, you were not prepared for the charisma.

He strolled into the room in a leather jacket like he was walking onto a stage, radiating confidence from every inch of his rather thick frame, as if expecting an audience to start applauding at his presence. Maybe that's why you weren't surprised to see Changbin and his friends light up as they caught sight of their friend.

Of course, they weren't the only ones to notice him.

"Oh damn, look at the snack that just walked in," Ji-won whispered, tugging on your sleeve. "He's tasty."

"Yeah he is," another bridesmaid, Hae, piped up. "Is it too late to call dibs?"

"Gawi bawi bo!" Ji-won suddenly yelled, but you grabbed her hand as she threw a scissors symbol into the air.

"Sorry, ladies, but the bride's rules trump rock, paper, and scissors. That's Chan."

“That’s Chan? Well, shit.” Ji-won pauses. “Okay. Dibs on Jisung!”

“Wait a minute!”

Ignoring the horny squabbling going on beside you, you discreetly ogle Chan over the rim of your cocktail. Changbin really needs to update his insta, because you were not prepared for Chan’s blond hair. Or the lip ring. Or, fuck, you nearly choke on your old fashioned as Chan laughs and something silvery inside his open mouth catches your eye. Is that a tongue ring too?!

This man could not be more your type. Absolute catnip, and your kitty is eager for a taste.

Whoa now. Deep breaths. You can do this. You have to do this, because otherwise you’ll let your cousin down. You can practically hear her disapproving tone right now.

“Don’t even think about it.”

With a startled jump, you realize Sun Hee is standing next to you.

“Think about what?” you inquire, stirring your drink super casually. Like the most casually anyone’s ever stirred anything. Unbothered little rotations.

Sun Hee is not easily dissuaded. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.”

“I promise you, I’m not thinking anything.” If only that were true. You’d give anything to be head empty no thoughts right now.

“I really wish I believed that,” Sun Hee sighs. “We both know you have a problem with… self-control.”

You open your mouth to argue, but she merely points to the glass in your hand, and you quickly snap it shut. You’ve only been at the party for maybe half an hour, and this is your second drink.

Sun Hee’s not wrong. It’s well known to all your friends that you have a tendency to eagerly embrace all the delights life has to offer. Maybe “eagerly” isn’t the right word. “Greedily” might be more accurate. Often, unfortunately, to your detriment. But how can you resist, when the universe is constantly throwing so many pleasures your way - especially when they come in such gorgeous packages as Chan?

“Yeah, okay, maybe sometimes I indulge myself a little, but I told you I wouldn’t sleep with him, so relax, okay? I’m not going to do anything to ruin your big day. I promise you!”

Sun Hee squints as she examines your face. Whatever she sees makes her smile, shoulders dropping in relief. “Thank you. Now let’s get this party started!”

As she and Changbin greet their guests, you take another long look at Chan. He turns suddenly, catching your eye. Your breathing nearly stops when his gaze sweeps over you from head to toe. Then he smirks, tongue ring flashing as he licks his lips.

Fuck. Okay. You can do this. You just need to exert a little willpower. Reign in those bad instincts of yours. Should be a piece of cake.

Right?

Somehow, the god of parties is on your side. Maybe it’s the drink you spill as you look for a spot to sit for dinner that pleases them - your tipsy faux pas is accepted as an offering. Whatever the reason, you manage to dodge Chan all evening.

He does offer you the seat next to him at dinner, but Ji-won waves you over to her table, so you refuse him with a polite shake of your head. Ji-won quickly engages you in assisting her with talking to Jisung, but all you end up saying is “Hey Jisung, haaave you met Ji-won?” before Ji-won takes over. Gal’s a talker, which is good, because Jisung’s a bit on the quiet side. Or maybe he just can’t find a place to jump into the conversation, since Ji-won doesn’t appear to need to breathe in order to speak.

After dinner comes more cocktails and gifts. While the maid of honor hands out gifts for Sun Hee and Changbin to open, you ignore Chan’s smile in favor of writing a list of who brought what, to help your cousin with her thank you notes later. Your Halmeoni would be so proud.

By the time the festivities wind down, you feel you’ve dodged a bullet. As everyone says their goodbyes, you linger behind, helping your cousin and Changbin carry their ridiculous haul of presents into their car. The trunk is stuffed full as you attempt to shove one more box onto the pile, only for an avalanche of ribbons and envelopes to send it clattering to the ground.

“Here, let me,” a pleasant voice hums in your ear as your fingers extend, reaching for the box, only for it to be swept up by another hand. And, of course, that hand is connected to the man you’ve been carefully avoiding all night. Guess the party gods have abandoned you.

“Thank you,” you reply politely, studiously avoiding his eyes as Chan beams at you. Jesus, he could literally light up a room with that megawatt smile.

“No worries.” He helps to push some of the packages back, preventing another deluge. “I’m Chan, by the way. I didn’t get a chance to introduce m’self earlier.”

You grant him a quick smile as you state your name, then glance over his shoulder, looking for backup - someone you can excuse yourself to catch up to, pretend they’re your ride home. But of course, everyone else is gone now, and your cousin and Changbin are back inside the restaurant, settling the bill.

“Am I holding you up from something?”

“Hmm?” You finally let yourself meet his gaze. It’s like you’ve been hit with the full force of the sun. Chan’s smile intensifies, eyes crinkling as he laughs lightly, and it’s too late, you can already feel yourself melting.

“You look like you’re looking for something. Or someone?”

“Oh. No, sorry, I was just making sure I hadn’t dropped anything on the way to the car,” you lie, clearing your throat awkwardly.

Chan nods, sliding his hands into his pockets as he leans against the car. “So… you’re Sun Hee’s cousin, right?”

You nod.

“She told me that you live here too,” he says. “It’s been years since I’ve been in town. I was thinking - since I’m gonna be here a few times between now and the wedding, I should find someone who can show me around a bit. Let me know what’s good.” He rolls his tongue over his lip ring. “Think you could help me out?”

Every time he drags his eyes down your body, you have to suppress a shiver of anticipation. He’s being incredibly obvious about what he means by showing him what’s good.

“I - “ can’t think of a valid excuse because you’re too busy picturing what he can do with that tongue ring. “I don’t know how much free time I’ll have, with everything Sun Hee needs me to do for the wedding. She’s gonna be so busy. So, um, I don’t think I can. Help you.” Not your smoothest response, but not the worst, either.

Chan’s eyebrow rises slightly. He looks away, nodding. “Right, of course. Can’t let your cousin down, can ya? So…” He pushes himself off the car, taking a step towards you. “What about tonight then? Any plans?”

Not a single one. An alarm goes off in your head as he takes another step closer. “Tonight?”

“Yeah. Maybe we could go somewhere and talk? I know I could just ask ‘Bin for suggestions, but…” he shrugs. “He’s pretty busy too. And honestly? He’s gotten all mellow on me. Too boring and settled-down, y’know?”

You laugh at his bluntness. “Binnie’s always been this way, as long as I’ve known him. You’re telling me he used to be different?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he hums, winking. “The stories I could tell… why don’t you let me buy you a drink, and maybe I’ll share a few?”

It’s very tempting, especially the thought of hearing some (hopefully) embarrassing tales about Changbin. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? One drink wouldn’t be too much, even given how much you’ve already had this evening. You’ll give him some suggestions of places to check out while he’s in town, he’ll divulge some of Binnie’s college shenanigans, and then you’ll say you’re tired and bounce. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

And then suddenly it’s two hours and several drinks later, and you’re nowhere near home.

You had originally suggested going to a favorite spot, a bar owned by a friend where you could drink for cheap (and also potentially have someone who could bail you out if things with Chan got a little hot and heavy), but upon arriving had found it closed for repairs of some sort. Chan’s hotel just happened to be a block away and it just happened to have a really nice bar, so you thought, why not?

Why not, indeed, you’re thinking to yourself, playing with the melting ice in your empty glass. Why not sit side-by-side in the booth, so you can hear each other better? You really didn’t want to miss a single word he said. Why not let Chan drape his arm around your shoulders, since the bar has the air conditioning set to arctic blast and your sundress is not nearly as warm as its namesake?

Chan has been nothing but a polite gentleman since you sat down, keeping you laughing with all of his deliciously embarrassing tales, to the point that your worries about crossing the line so firmly set by Sun Hee fade from your mind.

“And after that, we were banned from ever visiting Ikea again,” Chan finishes, a crooked grin crossing his face as he waits for you to stop laughing.

You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “I cannot believe Binnie did that! That is… just the greatest story I’ve ever heard,” you inform him. “Thank you so, so much for sharing that.”

Chan nods, leaning back against the vinyl of the booth seat. “Now, you’re not gonna run off and snitch to Changbin, are you? Tell him I’ve divulged all his dirty secrets?”

You press your hand to your chest, looking scandalized. “Absolutely not! I would never. Everything you’ve told me stays with me.” You pause. “Until I need it.”

“Fair.” His grin returns, cheekier than ever. “If you’re gonna use it for blackmail, I will be expecting a cut. Just to warn ya.”

A server stops by your table to grab your empty glasses and drop off the check. It feels like the perfect opportunity to bring the night to a close - thank Chan for the drinks, since he didn’t even attempt to argue with you about paying, simply dropped his card on the tray, thank him for the gossip, and bid him a good evening.

But no. You’re you, and so instead of saying “Thank you” or “Good night,” you say,

“I think we could come to an arrangement.”

Chan tilts his head, eyes roaming from your smiling lips down to your goose-dimpled thighs and back, and you realize you may have miscalculated a bit. Because the sweet expression on his face has vanished, replaced by a look of hunger so ravenous, your pulse quickens - the primal reaction of prey realizing it’s exactly where a hunter wants it.

“Could we now?” He shifts slightly, the arm around your shoulders falling between you as he signs the receipt. He taps the pen on the table. “I like the sound of that.”

You do too, which is why there are klaxons suddenly blaring in your head. You should really leave. Instead of sliding further into the corner of the booth as Chan casually leans forward, blocking your view of the rest of the bar.

That’s when the hand that was at Chan’s side creeps its way onto your exposed thigh.

“I…” you trail off, totally engrossed by his fingers as they roam, unable to tear your eyes away. They’re more callused than you’d expected, roughened tips catching slightly on your soft skin in an enticing manner. “I do too.”

He’s just a whisper away now, deep brown eyes fixed on your mouth as he smiles, a warm thing that sharpens as he says, “Maybe we should hammer out some terms? Y’know, just in case? We don’t have to talk here…” His hand slips ever so slightly down the inward curve of your thigh. “We can take this to my room. For privacy. Unless…”

Sucking in a breath, you meet his eyes, and let your legs fall open just a bit. Chan huffs out a pleased laugh and his hand disappears beneath your skirt.

The klaxons in your brain are completely silent now, but thankfully the bar is not. The jazzy music drifting down from the overhead speakers covers your tiny whimper when Chan skims his fingers along the newly formed damp patch in your underwear.

“Mmm, someone seems to be into the idea of being touched in public. Are you into that, love?”

As a matter of fact, you are, and it’s one of the many vices that’s gotten you in trouble in the past. You just can’t help yourself. Just like right now, even knowing you should walk away, that you might make a mess of things, you’re unable to stop.

You don’t want to stop, so you nod.

He arranges himself so he’s propped his head up on his elbow on the table. To anyone looking at your table, it just looks like the two of you are absorbed in deep conversation, huddled close, but not close enough to cause anyone’s eye to linger.

Or so you hope, biting your lip to stifle a whine when Chan’s fingers push your panties aside.

“Good. Cause I am, too.” And then he’s pressed his finger inside you, groaning quietly at how easily it glides through your folds. His tongue plays with the small hoop nestled in the center of his plush bottom lip. “Oh, shit, you really like this. So fucking wet, dirty girl.”

There’s no reason to argue with him. If it wasn’t clear by the ridiculous amount of slick between your legs, it’s clear by the way you cant your hips forward, trying to urge him to slip his whole middle finger in too as he teases you with the tip. With a throaty chuckle, he obliges.

“There you go. Is that what you needed?”

“Mmm,” you hum, muffling your moan with pursed lips. He strokes inside you languidly, enjoying the choked breaths that punch their way out of your throat, before adding another finger.

You bow your head slightly, trying to hide behind Chan, who leans forward with a smirk, close enough for his lips to brush your cheek. If you turned your face a little, you could kiss him right now, but you’re too focused on the way he’s playing your pussy like one of his soundboards, tweaking and fondling just right, to do anything but try to breathe.

“Can I tell you something?” he whispers.

“A-anything.”

“I had my eye on you all during the party. Kept trying to get your attention, wanted to convince you to go home with me tonight. ‘M glad it worked out.”

“Who, hnngh, who said I’m going home with you?” you manage to spit out around your groans.

Chan’s fingers still. “Wait, you don’t wanna come back to my room?”

“I didn’t say that.” The look he gives you makes you feel dangerous, having such an irresistible man hanging on your every word. It’s such an intoxicating power. “I just meant I’m not convinced y-yet, fuck.”

You stutter as Chan starts tracing your inner walls, caressing your g-spot hard enough to make you curse. He’s accepted the gauntlet you’ve thrown down with surprising speed, and you suck on the insides of your cheeks, biting gently into your own mouth to keep from shouting out loud.

“Something you should know about me, love - ‘m a bit competitive. I don’t back down from challenges.”

Chan’s fingers plunge faster and faster, alternating thrusts with strokes. The more his speed increases, the more his arm flexes, biceps rippling under his tight t-shirt. If the bartender were to just glance over, he’d see the way your head is tipped back in ecstasy, and there’s no denying the pleasure flitting across your face. You could be caught so easily.

“Look at you, taking it so well. Bet you’d look so good taking my cock.”

Your eyes fall to the obvious bulge in Chan’s lap. You just know he’d feel so good. Why didn’t you take this to his room? You could be riding him right now.

Oh well, you’ll just have to let him keep fingering you until you cum all over his hand in the middle of this bar.

You’re getting close now, but his plunging fingers aren’t quite enough to give you what you so desperately desire. Unashamed to beg for what you want, you gasp out, “More,” hands balling into fists as tight as the knot inside you.

Chan smirks. His thumb finds your clit. You find the edge. And fall right over.

“Shiiiiit,” you groan, thighs twitching together, muscles contracting to trap Chan’s hand as an orgasm overtakes you, shockingly fast. So he doesn’t back down from challenges and he’s an overachiever.

“There you go, love,” he coos. Your abdomen shakes from the force of your climax. He slowly circles your oversensitive nub until he finally stops, and one final shudder passes through you. “Made such a mess for me.”

Your only response is a string of curse words that would send Halmeoni right to her grave. Chan laughs, bringing his hand to his mouth, and you swear again as he thoroughly cleans his fingers with his tongue, rolling the little stud over and around.

“Have I convinced you now?” he asks, eyes gleaming, tone smug. So, so smug. It’s almost shameful how hot you find that.

You’re definitely convinced of his skills. And if you go back to his room with him, there’s no telling what other talents he might share.

Then again… if he works this hard to impress you now….

With a polite smile, you gently pat his arm, silently asking him to give you some space to shimmy your panties back into place. His eyebrow lifts as he waits for your answer.

“Not really.”

Based on his dazed expression, it’s pretty evident that Chan has never gotten anything less than a rave response to his skills. How absolutely delightful. Your shoulders shake with suppressed laughter as he blinks at you.

“Thank you for the drinks. But I should really get going, got a ton of stuff to do with Sun Hee in the morning.” Not a total lie, since you do have plans for brunch with your cousin and the other bridesmaids. But brunch never usually stops you from anything.

“Come on, love - you really want to leave now?” He’s recovered from his shock, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “The night’s just getting started. That was just a small taste of what could happen.” He leans in, lips just brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Don’t you want more?”

Chan’s a fighter. Good to know.

“Mmm, maybe. But not tonight.”

He pulls back, searching your gaze. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You laugh, nudging him with your knee. Chan slowly rises to his feet, shuffling aside to let you out of the booth. The stupefied look is back. Baffled hunter realizing his trap didn’t spring.

“Well… if you change your mind, you know where I am. Room 143.”

He rubs the back of his neck as he speaks, and there’s something kind of sweet about it, like he’s a little unsure of himself, possibly for the first time in his life, so you place your hands lightly on his chest. Damn, he’s so solid. He could definitely rail you through the wall of this bar, if you so asked.

But not tonight.

“Sweet dreams, Chan.” Your words warms his lips as you cross the space between you. Even though his hands grip your hips, even though his tongue tastes like scotch, even though the moan he exhales sends shivers from your head to your toes, you break away, and head for the door.

As you sit in the lobby, waiting for your ride, it’s impossible not to pat yourself on the back, gloating over your victory. You kept your promise to your cousin and got to tease an incredibly hot man into giving you an orgasm at the same time. But what strikes you the most was the wild glint you saw in Chan’s eye as you walked away.

This is going to be so much fun.

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sluttybaka · 1 month

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I haven't been active in a really long time, but hear me out because big inspo just hit. Immediately calling dibs on the idea. Picture this shit.

Soulmate AU with Bakugou. You have a boyfriend, who has recently just proposed. You love this dude, you really do. You've been dating him since your first year of college. You've both talked about how you wouldn't leave one another if you ever found your soulmates because you're both so in love. Soulmates be damned, you CHOSE HIM. You thought he would always do the same until boom, one day he finds his soulmate and leaves you. Doesn't even hesitate to do so. You're heart broken and have decided that love is stupid, you'll never fall for anyone again and the idea of soulmates becomes even more distasteful for you. Imagine then having an encounter with Bakugou who is your soulmate a few months later and wanting nothing to do with him. He has other plans though and is hell bent on not leaving you alone.

#bnha imagine #bakugou smut #my hero acadamy #fandom #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #ImFERALforthis #NOONECANSTOPME

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kkumawrites · 10 months

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Charmed! ➭ a seventeen social media au summary: After being homeschooled your entire life and sheltered by your protective older brothers, finally, your father has finally granted you some freedom. Now enrolled in a local community college, you’re excited to experience some normalcy and perhaps find some love along the way. Keeping the secret that you’re a witch from an incredibly powerful magic family doesn’t seem hard. But for some reason your powers seem to be out of control these days…. pairing: fem!reader x ??? , jeonghan x joshua, ??? x ???

cw/tags: magic!au, witch!au, college!au, social media!au, fluff, drama, some angst, romance, member x member, minor violence, cameo from a skz member, lots of swearing, jokes about unaliving, slow (?) burn, Started: 6/29/23! Status: ongoing!

0. the lee coven | the boys 1. dibs on your ps5 2. whomst'd've 3. that wasn't very horanghae of you 4. auras and shit 5. I know your secret 6. three blind mice 7. couple goals 8. junhao shenanigans 9. the explosion 10. low blow 11. family heirloom ✎ 11.5. wrong chat 12. addicted 13. boba monster 14. something strange 15. the problem with potions ✎ 16. SOS 17. the marriage rule 17.5. it really be your own 18.

more coming soon. . .

#charmed! masterlist #seventeen smau #seventeen social media au #seventeen x reader #seventeen texts #seventeen series #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen

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beebotea · 4 months

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Hewllo!! Id like to drop a msg, i read ur heartsteel kayn's college boy and i adore the little details of his actions u put in ♡!! Id definitely like to see more stories on college boi kayn from you!! ♡

☁️ ˖⁺ academic misfortunes — kayn (heartsteel)

pairing: heartsteel!kayn x f/gn!reader genre: fluff, crack, college!au cw: idk probably ooc, not proofread :0 i.e.: adventures of collegeboy!kayn and his classmate/tutor!reader

aahhh! im so glad you enjoyed it <333 i might do a mini series/collection of drabbles for collegeboy!kayn. please send in any requests or ideas you may have or just thoughts to chat about :DD

spinoff of this post

Kayn isn’t what you’d thought he’d be, to be completely honest. Going off of fancams, fanfics, and the general perception of his character to the public eye, you expected Heartsteel’s lead rapper to be a bit more… cool? Well, at least he certainly tries to come off that way.

However, you quickly learn that Kayn is really just a really, really closeted softie loser boy at best trying to compensate with a big attitude because he thinks edgy is cool or whatever. Of course, he would definitely attempt to murder you if you were to speak of these musings out loud but you couldn’t help but find his off-putting demeanour a bit endearing after a while… something akin to a hyperaggressive chihuahua or a rabid raccoon. But of course, there are other times where you’d wish he’d just fuck off and leave you alone.

“Hey loser.” He calls you from the steps, walking up to where you sit in the lecture hall. “Did you do the homework? Let me copy off of you.” He slides into his usual spot next to yours, throwing his backpack haphazardly on the ground beside him.

“You’re not copying my shit. Fuck off, Kayn.” You roll your eyes at him and continue to read through the slides for today’s class.

“C’mon, have some empathy, yeah? The boys and I had practice all day yesterday.” He was a decent enough liar, but he could have been better if he hadn’t texted you to postpone your tutoring session with a picture of him and Aphelios playing with a random pit bull yesterday instead of attending band practice or completing his homework.

“Kayn, this worksheet was assigned like two weeks ago.”

“So? I had stuff to do two weeks ago!” That part was a bit true; Alune always gave you a copy of the band’s promotion and practice schedule for the month to keep you updated.

It was difficult to refer to him as your friend. You saw him often enough—every day in almost every class. And you’ve worked with him on countless partnered projects by now—he’s only ever able to do work with you (in other words, he scares off anyone who tries to ask you to be in their group or be their partner). But he was always a complete pain in the ass.

When you first became acquainted with Heartsteel’s resident delinquent, you were assigned to be his tutor by one of the department heads at the request of Yone. Begrudgingly accepting the role in exchange for “VIP tickets to all concerts, all inclusive backstage passes at events and shoots, and first dibs to new merch releases,” you began your new job as Kayn’s personal tutor for the various courses he was performing horrendously in. It was by no means smooth sailing when you started. Trying to make plans around his schedule, finding places he wasn’t already banned from to study, getting kicked out of establishments because of his hissy fits at minor inconveniences, and then ultimately agreeing to work at his dorm every weekend instead so you don’t have to hide your face in public. What surprised you the most was how hardworking he actually was when he put his mind to it, even paying attention to your explanations for hours until he could grasp the concept at an intermediate level—or got hungry. What was more was that he even showed rapid improvement, bringing back marks higher than a C- and occasionally reaching the mid to high 70s after a month and a half of beginning his tutoring sessions.

“Okay fine. Just this once, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise.” He flashed you a snarky grin as you pushed your papers towards him, pointing out which ones were a bit more difficult to understand and summarising what should’ve been an explanation done during one of your tutoring sessions.

“You really should start focusing up on your work though, you know. Finals is coming up soon and these exercises are really good for preparation.”

When the professor finally dismissed the class, you found yourself waiting behind for the bright haired rapper.

“Aw you waited! That’s cute.” He sent a quick wink your way as he caught up to you.

“Well you said you were gonna give me a ride to your place so.”

“Just had to ruin the moment didn’t you.” He chuckled, ushering you to follow him. “I hope you’re not scared of motorcycles or anything because I finally got Yone to let me ride it.”

“Huh?”

“Now where did I park it… hm let’s see… Oh! Here!” He grabbed you by the wrist to pull you towards a red and black motorcycle decorated on its sides with white flames. “Sooo whatd’ya think?” He nudged your sides as he grinned at you.

“You are not driving me in that.”

“Oh come on, of course I am! I have a license for it and everything!”

“Kayn you’re literally gonna get us killed.”

“Will not! C’mon, don’t you trust me? After everything we’ve been through? When have I ever let you down?”

“Like literally this morning when you cheated off of my worksheets instead of completing them before hand like you said you would.” You rolled your eyes at him, missing the way he pouted at your words.

“I promised it was a one time mistake!” He took two helmets from a storage compartment in the vehicle and shook them in front of your face, hoping that his attempt to show you his knowledge of roadside safety would sway you in the right direction. “So? How about it?”

With a defeated sigh, you agree with a mumbled “fine” as he threw you your helmet and instructed you to get on behind him. He even took the time to emphasize the importance of ‘holding on [to him] really really really tight.’

“See? ‘wasnt so bad was it?” He said as he helped you off the motorbike, lifting you off the seat by the waist. He helped you steady yourself when your feet finally touched the ground. His hand never seeming to leave its place on your hip.

“It was… fine. I guess.” You couldn’t help but give him a small grin, having enjoyed the ride and being so close to him. Kayn seemed to want to say something else until he was interrupted by a voice calling from the window above you.

“Hey! Kayn’s back!” Ezreal’s green head could be seen poking out from one of Heartsteel HQ’s many windows, waving to the two of you below him. “Hurry up inside! Yone made ramen!”

Before he knew it, you bolted past him and through the front door at the promise of Yone’s homemade cooking.

a/n: def down to write more abt this lovesick loser bad boy (please give me more excuses to)

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wuahae · 9 months

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liminal space [11:32, friday]

xu minghao x f!reader; one-sided jun x f!reader

wc: 3.1k notes: college!au, soft angst, unrequited love, strangers(?) to friends(?) to ??, y'all i really don't know, feedback is very appreciated!

— in which you've hidden yourself away, hoping for someone to see. and then someone does.

warm light seeps through the crack beneath the door, scattering across the carpet in the darkness of your room. the noise on the other side comes muffled, music from soonyoung’s shitty playlist (he had called dibs, this time) blurring together with the cacophony of voices outside. briefly, there’s a loud cheer that rings through the house; junhui must have won his first round of beer pong of the night, judging by the whoops that followed.

sat on the floor at the foot of your bed, you bring your knees closer to your chest, tucking your chin in as you try to block out the sound. it’s almost a feat, how you managed to get yourself in this position every single time.

last month, you had told yourself you would really do it this time, that you would stand your ground and tell jun no, you wouldn’t be at the party he was hosting the following friday, or maybe ‘host it somewhere else this time.’ but then he’d looked at you with pleading eyes, expectation shamelessly displayed across his face, and your resolve crumpled like wet tissue paper.

and now here you were, hiding in your room after managing to slip away from all the commotion. it was the closest to peace and quiet you would get, for the rest of the night.

(you should have just gone with wonwoo and jihoon when they offered. they’d even given you a poorly veiled pitying look before they left.)

jun probably doesn’t even notice, you think wryly, picking at a loose tuft from the carpet. you’re sure your absence is far from sorely missed, especially with all the company they had over, not to mention the extra buzz and energy that comes with the alcohol. it’s especially why jun’s insistence on your attendance never quite makes sense to you, even after all this time—not that it really mattered.

junhui would always ask. you would always say yes.

a knock on the door makes your head jolt up. scrambling to your feet, you call out at the unexpected intrusion, tepid hope latching onto your heart. did jun finally prove you wrong? “yes?”

“it’s me,” the voice says, the quiet tone somehow carrying through the door. “minghao.”

the hope disappears as fast as it came. ah.

squashing the embarrassment that comes after predictable disappointment, you walk to the door and turn the knob slowly, peeking out from behind the open sliver. your eyes try to adjust to the sudden light. “hi.”

a polite smile. “hey.”

a long silence stretches between the two of you, even with the noise still blasting from the living room. you shift onto another foot, playing with the doorknob as a nervous habit. “…what’s up?”

“i texted wonwoo, he said you might have some hangover medicine in your room.”

“oh, i think i do,” you contemplate, pursing your lips in thought. “let me check, though.”

you turn, only to hesitate by the doorway when you look back. minghao is still looking at you. the doorknob twists once. “do you, um,” you offer awkwardly, “want to come in?”

he shrugs. “sure.”

the hinge creaks slightly as he opens it further to enter, along with a quiet click as it closes shut. you flip on your desk lamp, filling the room with a soft glow. rifling through your desk drawers, you try to ignore the way he hovers somewhere a distance behind you, shoulders bunched to shrink away from the awkwardness.

it always feels like uncharted territory with minghao, like you’re treading on a lake thinly frozen over. you’ve known him for the whole year, ever since jun first introduced you to the rest of his friends, but you don’t even think you’ve spoken more than twenty words to him in that time.

you don’t know if it’s for the lack of trying (you’ve befriended the rest of jun’s group just fine), but there was something about minghao that stilted your ability to talk to him—not that he seemed particularly interested to bridge the gap either. you supposed it wasn’t anything you were fighting for; it was something comfortable you’d come to terms with long ago, this vague acquaintanceship you’ve let remain stagnant.

you were just never really sure what to say with him.

“oh, here,” you say, holding up a bottle of nausea pills. “did you want the painkillers too?”

minghao shakes his head. “no, that’s okay, just the nausea’s good.”

you squint at him, bottle rattling as you hand it over. “i thought you were d.d. tonight?”

“i am,” minghao replies, something exasperated coloring his features. “these are for the people in the car.”

ah, you mouth. “better than a trash bag for each person?”

his lips press into a thin line, stressed at just the thought. “we’re bringing the bags just in case. i am not cleaning puke out of my car this time.”

you let out a soft laugh at that. “at least soonyoung lives here. one less person you have to worry about.”

minghao sighs, looking down at the bottle. “i’m grateful for that every single day.”

“unfortunately, that just means his mess turns into my mess,” you joke, taking a seat on the floor. your arms wrap around your legs again, curled back up to your chest.

minghao tilts his head. “wonwoo and jihoon don’t help out when they get back?”

“well,” you rescind, “our mess. but they’re usually too tired when they come back to handle whatever happens before the sun rises.”

minghao huffs out a laugh. “at least there’s only one messy drunk living with you.”

“ha, at least.”

a beat of silence. music continues to play muffled from the living room, the sound of clattering cups and ping pongs bouncing off the wooden floor.

“it’s quiet in here,” minghao comments, looking around.

nodding, you give him a tentative smile. “yeah, surprisingly.”

another beat of silence. soonyoung gets hold of the karaoke mic and starts his singing domination till dawn—or until he passes out.

“how’s the party?” you ask, immediately cringing. small talk was never your strong suite.

“it’s good,” minghao nods absently. “standard. it doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying much of it, though.”

tensing, you look up at him. in the lowlight, your eyes try to adjust his frame into focus. you try to imagine what it would be like to look at him wholly in the light, to know what the parts of him covered by shadows looked like. the way his hair rested at the nape of his neck, the shade of his eyes, where the slopes of his features began and ended. could you ever really figure him out? would you ever really know?

“is that rhetorical?” you end up saying, after a brief pause.

“just an observation.”

“yeah, well.” your hand finds its way back to the carpet, picking at the loose tuft again. “there never really is much for me out there anyway.”

“you really think so?”

you give minghao a wry smile. “i think i’ve tried to deny it for too long to not think so.”

an expression flits across minghao’s face, too quick for you to see what it resembled in the dark, before he points to the spot next to you. “can i sit? i think i’d like some peace and quiet myself, too.”

befuddled, it suddenly dawns on you as you scooch over slightly to make room that this was the longest conversation you’ve ever had with minghao. you can’t even manage a verbal response in your surprise, settling for a jerky nod before he plops down next to you.

neither of you say anything after that, sitting quietly as the clock ticks by. you try glancing at him, but you whip your head away before he can notice. you really didn’t think it would ever get this far; maybe you should have said no—(stop, you silently rebuke yourself. that’s rude to even think about.)

“can i be honest?” you try instead, breaking the silence.

minghao turns his head to face you. “hm?”

you bite your lip, contemplating on how to phrase it. “i’m just kind of surprised. you know, that you wanted to stay.”

“at the party?”

“no, like…” you resist a sigh, forcing the words out thin and pressed. hell. “in my room. with me.”

“what?” he raises a quizzical brow. “why?”

“i don’t know,” you confess. it seems stupid when you say it out loud. “i thought you didn’t like me, or something.”

minghao pauses. “what’s there not to like?”

you bite your tongue, enough for it to hurt and taste the metal. “no, nevermind. forget i said anything.”

“no, seriously,” he insists, and it’s something you’ve never heard from minghao before. gentle, but firm, like he won’t let it go until you tell him the truth. “what’s there not to like?”

but you can’t tell him the truth; you can’t lie to him either. there isn’t much you know what to say, when it comes to anything you haven’t already specifically curated per occasion. maybe that was why it was so hard with minghao—you could never tell what he wanted you to be.

“everyone sees it, you know,” minghao continues. “how much you care. it’s why they like being around you. they all see you as a good friend.”

your gaze shifts to the ground, giving a dry smile as you curl further into yourself. you almost want to laugh. “everyone, huh?”

from a few familiar chords, you hear soonyoung starting his encore rendition of ‘don’t stop believing,’ with the extra tambourines and all. it almost does a good enough job of filling in the silence that hangs in the air, if only you couldn’t feel the hesitation from minghao before he speaks again.

“but you like him, right?”

“what?”

“jun. you like him.”

you whip your head towards him, eyes widening. “what?”

minghao has the decency to look at least somewhat apologetic about his bluntness, but it does nothing to quell your panic as you scramble to deny his accusation. except, the defense dies on your lips when you remember it’s not so much an accusation as it is a statement. you like jun. you know it, and he knows it too.

“how—how did you know?”

he gives you a borderline sheepish look. “it’s kind of hard not to tell.”

i seriously want to die, you moan internally, head falling back between your knees. “are you serious? is it just some open secret then?”

the ground might as well open and swallow you whole. maybe if you were lucky you’d walk outside and the zombie apocalypse would have started and you would never have to worry about this again—

“i think i’m the only one who knows, though.”

you stop. “oh.”

“yeah.”

“i thought you said it was obvious.”

“it is.”

something builds up in your chest, about to explode. “so why—”

“it is, when you know where to look.”

you open your mouth to say something in response, but you don’t even know where to start. all that really comes out is a little noise in the back of your throat, half of an objection that can’t even make its way past your lips before minghao continues.

“you’re not the only one that watches, you know.” your eyes flick to his, but once your eyes meet it feels more like he’s looking at you. like he’s latched onto you and you don’t know how to have him let go. minghao has your loose thread between his fingers, and he pulls gently. “maybe no one else notices, but we’ve been around each other long enough for me to see how you look at jun.”

your breath catches. “and how do i look at him?” (the question is less for minghao and more for yourself.)

“you’re the first one to see him arrive and the last to see him go.”

it’s strange. you never once thought you would ever end up in this position with minghao, much less tonight, where you had come into it determined to hide yourself away. and yet here you were, talking to him for what might as well be the first time with frayed edges and bared thread.

“what,” you try to deflect, a strained smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “a friend can’t do that?”

minghao gives you a pointed look, almost exasperated, as if waiting for that thread to finish pulling loose. “i think we both know friends don’t look at each other like that.”

you don’t think you have minghao figured out (your only solace is that you don’t think he has you totally figured out either), but he’s coming into focus for you, little by little. it’s why you allow that final stitch to unravel, loose thread pooling at your feet. “just me though, right? he, on the other hand, looks at me like a friend just fine.”

he hums. “you think so?”

you breathe out a short laugh, too realistic to be anything but bitter. “why else do you think jun asked me to live with a bunch of other guys? there’s no way he could think of me as anything more than a friend after that.”

there’s a pause, the type you’ve learned during the course of this night that means you need to prepare for what minghao’s about to say next. “then why’d you say yes?”

poignant. hard-hitting. you still don’t really know what to say in response when he asks you questions like these. there isn’t really much you can tell him either, not without sounding pathetic.

(junhui would ask. you would always say yes. you recognize the weight of this more than anyone.)

and as self-aware as you are, you also know that you just can’t say no to jun. not when you’ve loved him ever since he’d gotten all scratched up trying to feed the little kittens hiding in the schoolyard bushes back when you were 14, not when you’ve been with him through it all—the fake sick-days, the last-minute cram sessions the morning before a test, the time you’d opened the door on a sunday evening and he’d stood there mud-covered and scrape-kneed holding out a single four-leaf clover to you. because you had said you’d wanted it, because he wanted to be a reason for your good luck.

yet time passes and it stops for no one, and while jun has taken it in full stride, friendly and magnetic to everyone he chances upon, the same cannot be said for you. no matter how hard he tries to drag you along to every occasion, you realize it will always be just that—his hand tugging you along, you will always be watching him from behind.

“he’s my friend.” it echoes empty. you’re sure minghao can hear it too. “nothing can really change that.”

no steps forward and no steps back, you’re stuck in this liminal space, trapped in the memory of being that girl who cried for hours after she accidentally stepped on a snail on a rainy day, the girl who wanted that four-leaf clover because she was scared to go to a school without jun there next to her.

sometimes, you wonder if jun knows how you feel about these types of things and he tries to drag you along with it anyway. maybe it’s his silly idea of exposure therapy, that if he brings you to enough of these events and introduces you to enough new people that you’ll finally grow and change with him. but you’re not really changing, you’re just trying—for jun, who still doesn’t realize the smile you give him every time you say ‘yes’ is pressed and designed specifically to make him happy.

but minghao looks at you, really looks at you, and asks, “but you want it to? change, i mean.”

you draw in a short breath, quiet. “i don’t know.”

“then…” his eyes shine, distinct in the lowlight. “do you want to change?”

gnawing on your bottom lip, you rip your gaze away, staring back to the floor. you’ve thought about it over and over, especially on nights where you’ve hidden yourself away. a part of you wants to keep being that person, the one you know that jun will keep coming back to. it’s familiar, it’s what he knows, and there’s a security in that, for both you and him. you know what it means to change, to not necessarily be the person that falls into step with jun—and as much as you’ve wanted to be that for as long as you can remember, you want to start moving past that, even if it means you’ll grow into a person jun won’t recognize anymore.

“maybe,” you say finally, like defeat in the admittance. ��i think i’m just tired.”

there’s a brief moment of silence, one where the weight of your answer rests heavy. minghao opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, seokmin’s loud voice bounces through the house, resonating.

“myunghooo where are you…! let’s go hoooome!”

minghao gives you an apologetic smile instead, shuffling to his feet. “i’m sorry, i think that’s my cue to go.”

“ah, no, you’re good,” you respond hurriedly, standing up after him and rushing to the door to open it for him. “i’m sure i’ve kept you here long enough.”

“hey,” he says, right as you twist the doorknob. there’s a gentle reminder in his gaze. “i wanted to stay.”

something lodges in your throat, something you’re not sure how to even verbalize, but you’re saved by another holler.

“myuuuunghoooooo!”

“coming!” minghao calls out, before turning to you. “i’ll see you later, okay?”

yeah, you mean to say, but the word gets caught between breath and speech as you look at him go. with the door open, the bright hallway light scatters throughout your entire room, the warm light from your desk lamp and the hallway blurring together into one; and yet, minghao comes into focus, all at once.

“minghao,” you interrupt, right as he steps foot out the doorway. he looks back at you, curious. “thank you,” you wring your fingers together. “for listening to me.”

minghao smiles, a slight quirk of his lips. “of course.”

as you watch him turn around, you think that this is the end of it, but then he pauses, for just another second. you blink, waiting.

“whether you choose to or not,” he says, and your mind flashes back to your previous conversation. if you want to change, if you truly want to let go of jun. “i’ll always be here, if you need anyone to listen.”

after the night has come to a close, when you’ve finished cleaning up the house and everyone has gone to bed, your mind swims with the memory of his words, the echo of the conversation still rushes in your ears.

and you think you might just hold him to that.

tbc.

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asterdisaster06 · 7 months

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Strawberry Pie

Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

summary > The four times Simon helped you, and the one time you helped him.

word count > 2.5k

cw > Serial killer AU. Inaccurate police information + procedures for plot reasons. Allusion to murder + getting away with crimes, yeah, that’s the kind of help (:<

a/n > inspired by hannibal + “strawberry” by andrew montana

ao3

“How does it look?” A simple twirl following the words accompanying the small smile. Lips painted blood red with a new lipstick.

“Beautiful love, absolutely stunning,” Simon says with a slow blink, a cat-like behaviour to express his adoration for you.

“I found this sundress while out shopping. And I got my nails done while I was at it! I followed your recommendation,” You answer with a smile as soft as the blanket beneath your rosy fingertips.

“And the lipstick?” Simon asks, tilting his head.

“Something I found in college. It’s served me well all these years,” You send a grin filled with sharp teeth towards Simon. His sweet little vixen.

“Others would call you crazy,” Simon mentions, the teasing tone trailing off as he stares at you intently.

“But?”

“But, I admire your gumption, sweetheart,” Simon says, cupping your face gently in his hands; laying a tender kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You missed,” You remark with a twinkle in your eye.

“Oh did I now?” His voice softened from its usual gruff timbre.

Simon RIley leans in to kiss your forehead, and then one corner of your mouth to the other, and then finally landed home onto your lips. He didn’t seem to mind the transfer of dye nor the chastising you did because of it. It was messy, it was sweet, it was entirely and so wholefully the two of you with the only disturbance being the gentle breeze shifting the pastel curtains. The ones that Simon insisted on keeping open to let the precious sunlight in - he claims that the way it brushes against your skin is a look into heaven itself.

“Okay, okay, I really have to go this time. You’ve kept me trapped here like your little Rapunzel for far too long, Simon,” You urgently get out between fits of laughter and giggles alike.

“So satanic, the way you plan to simply leave the love of your life here to die alone,” Your boyfriend sighs, sagging back into the comfort of the mattress you both were now laying on. Of course, he was being dramatic. As per usual. It would be endearing if it wasn’t so humorous to see the giant of a man turn into a feeble ghost of the soldier he usually is. Price would be proud to see that his subordinate does in fact have some humanity left within himself.

“Don’t panic. You’ll live, I’m sure of it,” You reply, giving him a sympathetic kiss on the cheek, before getting up.

“Hey love?”

“Yes, Simon?”

“You missed,” Was all he could get out before you rolled your eyes and gave him exactly what he wanted - despite the fact that it made you a minute late.

. . .

“Welcome to our humble abode,” You smile, giving a sweet little twirl and a flourish of your arms. The team had to admit that it was a cosy little thing out in the sticks. The interior design was no doubt your doing, a cottagecore vibe, considering the fact that Simon was limited to plain walls being his entire experience. Plants here and there, sunlight streaming through the glass paned windows, and pots and pans hanging with their herb friends.

“Thank you for having us,” Price responds.

“What he said,” Came from the other two.

“Where’s your lover?” Soap asks teasingly.

“Oh, he’s out in the garden gathering a few last minute spices,” You say, a gentle expression taking over your features at the thought of your love doing so much for you. You see the group share a knowing look and a few chuckles were heard from behind you. A soft reminder is all they need to stop with their shenanigans while you’re cooking. Of course, Gaz offers a helping hand with chopping up various vegetables for the stew and Price had called dibs on doing the dishes. He claims it was the least he could do for the host. Soap on the other hand insists on being the taste tester. A gentle ring of a bell alerts you to Simon coming in from the outside, completely drenched.

“What happened to you? You look like a stray dog,” You laugh, leaning against the counter.

“In my defence, it started as a drop before it ended up pouring a minute later,” Simon grumbled,

“We’ve needed a good shower, wouldn’t you say? Good for the fertiliser,” You say, sending your lover a wink as you scoot over to allow him access to the sink.

A playful eye roll is what you earn in response as he says, “This is what I get for agreeing to hide out in the country.”

“Bite your tongue if you know what’s good for you,” You nudge him good-naturedly.

“You know I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, love,” He says, facial expression softening into pure adoration. He sends you this look even as he’s scrubbing his hands of the dirt and blood from the garden. The scent of decay quickly running down the drain, tainting the water black.

“I know. My saviour day in and day out, wouldn’t you say?”

Before Simon got the chance to answer, the timer - the one in the shape of a chicken because Simon just couldn’t say no when you held it up to him with those puppy dog eyes - went off.

“Your world famous strawberry pie? Again?” You click your tongue and shake your head with a sly smile.

“It’s world famous for a reason, love. And, we have guests that have yet to taste my creation,” Simon grins back at you.

“Whatever you say, Simon,” You huff out with a laugh.

Laughter filled the air as the dinner party continued later into the night before it all quieted down with the departure of the boys. A simple contentment washes over the two of you left on the couch, a fleece blanket encasing your figures. Something about it warmed your beating heart as you listened to the rhythm of Simon’s long after you drifted off into unconsciousness.

. . .

“Simon, you wouldn’t happen to be busy right now, would you?”

“Of course not, love. What do you need?” Simon answers over the phone.

“There was a roadkill accident, and my car isn’t in tip top shape anymore. Do you think you could come pick me up? I’m about two klicks down the road from our house,” You say, your phone tucked in between your ear and shoulder as you slide latex gloves over your hands.

“As you wish,” Simon’s voice rumbles in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You drag the corpse into the bushes and thank whoever was listening that the only evidence left was the blood pool. It would be quite a shame if any innocent had to feast their eyes on the remains of the carrion. Vultures would have to find another meal elsewhere - this one was yours. Right on time, Simon’s car reverberated down the gravel lane.

“I didn’t think you would become so reckless, angel,” Simon chuckles, hopping out of his truck to help you lift the body into the back of his car.

“I like the word hasty more. It sounds better, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you call it, just remember I’m always here to help clean up your messes.”

“And I you, darling,” You nudge Simon as he opens the car door for you.

“I should’ve seen it in your eyes when we first started seeing each other. You were trying to warn me,” Simon chuckles, humour lacing his words.

“I always wanted to be able to see you in the morning, Simon,” You begin solemnly. “I don’t wanna be alone, it’s quite boring, isn’t it?” You shrug.

“Oh, baby, let me finish. I’m keeping you, you menace. Until the day one of us kills the other,” Simon smiles, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

“That would be how it ends, wouldn’t it?”

“Of course, there’s no other way,” Simon says, a simple grin on his lips. A rare sight, but a common one with you. And just like the rain, it was washed away just as quickly.

. . .

“Shit, love, did you go after a military man?” SImon asks as he gently wipes away dirt and grime from your face. Your clothes were receiving the same treatment in the washer after you took a shower.

“I somehow doubt her boyfriend got into the military with that weak of a punch. He just got the jump on me. . . and had a pocket knife,” You explain, wincing when Simon brushed over your wounds.

“That would explain all these lacerations, now wouldn’t it?”

“Actually those were from the girl clawing me half to death. The guy did jack all if I’m being honest. Tried to run like a pussy too,” You laugh, your ribs protesting at the act.

“Sounds like you did her a favour, showing her the real colours of her boyfriend. A shame she isn’t alive to make a change,” He hums, confidently bandaging your arms and face like he had done a million times before. And like he would continue to do a thousand times over. As he does that you down a cheap whiskey from the bottle to ease the pain.

“Quite a shame. Almost as much as the fact that I have some cleaning up to do later. They were surprisingly bloody for how little it took to bring them down,” You sigh, raking your hands through your hair before realising your hands were still stained metallic red.

“You just take a shower and leave the rest to me,” Simon says with a quirk at the edge of his lips.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably end up in jail.”

“That’s both true and insulting.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

. . .

“Simon? I think it’s time for a change.”

“What colour?”

“You know me so well. I was thinking something colourful this time around, really make the sight a seemly one before they meet their end,” You say, looking in the mirror and preemptively mourning for the identity that would be no longer.

Not if Simon had any say in it. He had a surprising knack for disguise; although, you suspect that a few missions would require a little bit of magic to make it work. Odd, though, considering it’s doubtful that anyone would be left to tell the tale of the infamous Simon “Ghost” Riley.

“You just get into the bathroom, I’ll be there soon with the dye,” Simon calls out from across the house.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Not today,” Simon answers.

“Well, I love you very much for all that you do for me,” You say, expressing your thanks.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Simon chuckles, entering the bathroom with all that you could ever need for an identity change. “Although, have you ever considered wearing a mask? Speaking from personal experience, it does make a wonderful impression alongside shielding you from the public eye.”

You hum thoughtfully before responding with, “I have, although I’ve discovered the personal touch makes it all the more better. That, and, I think between the two of us, you pull it off way better than I ever could.”

“If you insist, love,” Simon laughs, the sound reverberating throughout you.

“It’s the truth, now which colour would suit me better?” You ask, alternating two dyes in your hand and in your favour.

“Tough question. I fear we might need a second opinion,” He teases.

“You know me too well, get the team on the phone,” You grin, practically bubbling over with excitement. Some may say you were too enthusiastic given the circumstances, but not Simon. He always supported you in your little hobby and dinner parties - much to your surprise. He was everything that you could’ve ever asked for, and more.

. . .

“Hey, love, are you busy right now?” Simon asks over the phone - a surprising event considering that he was never one for calls. They irked him, verbatim words that make you giggle at the absurdity of all.

“No, of course not, Simon. What do you need?” You ask, slightly busy with cooking dinner but Simon always came first. You did put him on speaker though to make it a little easier.

“Could you come down to the station? Some stories need to be set straight, if you know what I mean,” Simon almost growls out.

“I’ll be there in five,” You reply, dropping the pleasantries as a dark look overtakes you.

. . .

“What seems to be the problem, Officer?” You ask, acting the part of an innocent victim.

“Can I get you some water?” Fake pleasantries. Nothing upset you more.

“No thank you. I’d prefer to get this cleared up as soon as possible, sir,” You spit out, decisive and curt with your words.

“Of course. There appears to be significant evidence that forty-eight hours ago your significant other was put at the scene of a crime near the Lincoln bar. Likely as a perpetrator,” Is what the officer tells you, much to your chagrin. Despite the calm facade that you were putting forth, you were fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You know exactly what happened, exactly who was killed, and the reason behind it was all because of a jealous spat between Simon and a man who had the misfortune of hitting on you in front of the infamous Ghost. He just couldn’t control himself when it came to you.

“I find that highly unlikely,” You say brusquely.

“And why is that?”

“He was at the Lincoln bar, but both myself and three other people were with him the entire night. Here, I’ll write their numbers down,” You say, quickly uncapping the pen on the table.

“We’ve already checked the surveillance, but thank you for these witnesses. There is a gap of time between 9:31 PM and 9:39 PM that we are awfully curious about.”

“From what I remember, he went to the bathroom,” You answer genuinely.

They continued their line of questioning, asking if you had any connection to the victim, if you had seen anyone suspicious, along with other interrogations that all ended with the classic ‘if you think of anything else, notify us.’ You had high hopes that Simon would be released almost immediately and you were proven right when he walked right out of the building over to where you were on the curb.

“There’s my saviour,” Simon says, embracing you tightly.

“You haven’t forgotten our promise, right?” You ask with a smile.

“Of course not, love. I simply wanted to show my appreciation, as per usual,” Simon chuckles lightly.

“Be your alibi, and never ask why,” You say, interlocking your pinky with Simons.

“Never ask why,” Simon whispers back, promising it like a vow.

“The boys invited us out to dinner at Price’s, angel. You feeling up to it?” You ask.

“Always if it involves you,” Simon flirts.

You roll your eyes, replying with, “You menace.”

“You know you love me,” Simon laughs. And you did. So, very, much.

#ao3 #cod fic #cod mw2 #fanfic #mw2 141 #cod 141 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #simon ghost x reader #john price #kyle gaz garrick #domestic fluff #fluff #drabble

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izzydrawsforfun · 2 years

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No one had done the ZaDr version of this meme yet so I had to 😌 with my boys of course

Dib wants to order. They're probably at a space restaurant or somethin

#my art #zadr #iz #invader zim #dib membrane #zim #dib #college au #gir #Minimoose #college au!zim #college au!dib #college au!gir #college au!minimoose #iz!gir #iz!minimoose

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blenselche · 2 months

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what if his hair scythe gets stiff when he's drunk tho

#my dib has a floppy hair hook cuz hes SAD #erasure au #zadr #college zadr #had 2 fix the face my sight was going all wobbly #i wanna do this in the comic just so i can write dib's bi panic spiral w more oomph i am real tempted

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writertothemaximum · 8 months

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To New Sight - Part 1

Pairing - Gojo/Yuuji/Reader

Content Warning - Omegaverse, (fem) Alpha Reader, Alpha Gojo, Omega Yuuji, discussions about sex, Non-sorcerers/Strangers AU, Yuuji is a college student.

Word Count - 5.6k

Summary -

After meeting you and Satoru at a greet for finding heat partners, Yuuji has come to the troubling realization that he doesn't know what he wants.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49477078/

Frankly, you had stayed up a little too much the night before. This was getting a bit late, and only about half the amount of people who you had assumed would be here actually arrived, but then again, you weren’t really sure how many people were supposed to be here, so. A bit of careful discretion was required.

Simply put, this was a heat partners meet. For people that were too busy, too private, or too much of both to be able to find one normally. The intention was for short-term things, getting two people together who didn’t intend to mate, and just wanted a casual partnership for the week of need.

The age demographic was rather split, but this was the meeting for people aged 18-29, so there was a mix of college students, and people who just started their careers, although most everyone tended to be on the latter side of the age demographic. You assumed that it was just easier for college kids to find mates nowadays or something, well, it wasn’t really your problem, your rut was coming up soon, and it was unbearable last time. You hadn’t had a partner in a while. It was getting a bit difficult on your body.

There was a tall, white-haired, beanpole-thin man standing around you, glaring at the crowd of alphas and omegas in front of you, looking rather interested, but very hesitant to actually join the crowd. He looked like someone that liked to observe a little bit before taking action.

“So,” he said, drawing it out long enough to assure that he got your attention, “what’re you here for?”

You laughed. He smelled suspiciously sweet, but immediately you could tell that he was an alpha. Odd scent, really. “Same as you, I assume.”

He looked over, cocking a brow, before taking your statement not at surface value. After a moment, he groaned, wrapping his two arms behind his head, bouncing back and forth a bit. “It’s just that work is really eating me up and—”

You looked up at him, and normally, you’d have caught him in the eye, but he was wearing dark sunglasses indoors. “Are you picky?”

He paused. “Yeah,” he said, smiling, then crossing his arms. “You could say that.” It was at this moment that you got a distinctly pleasant smell of freshly cut grass and firewood, and walking past in front of you was a younger-looking boy with soft, pink hair. Male omega, your instincts told you immediately. “I prefer me—”

The omega looked at the two of you and smiled.

“—n,” he said, and his voice came to a stop.

“...oh,” you said, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my god, he is hot.”

“You could say that again.”

Immediately the man was sprinting towards the omega, trying to look as smooth as possible.

Reaching your hand out, you grabbed him by the back of his shirt. “Hey!”

He glanced back at you, stopping, waiting for you to let go, and then relaxing, waiting for you to speak. “What?”

“Who said you get first dibs?”

He blinked at you a couple times, taking a couple sniffs, those white lashes fluffy and full, until it finally hit him. Rather, your smell hit him. “You’re a female alpha?” he said, his voice rather soft, in a state of complete and utter shock. “You’re rarer than he is.”

Frowning, you weren’t surprised that he hadn’t noticed, as your smell was relatively light, and people tended to assume you were a beta with a strong odor than to even entertain the possibility that there might be a female alpha in front of them.

“Well,” you said, with a huff, “I guess it’s fair, since there aren’t many of us, but you’re one to be talking, considering you’re an alpha that smells like salted caramel and honey.”

He smiled, and it was almost as sweet as the way he smelled. “I have a name, you know.”

“You haven’t told me yet.”

“It’s Gojo Satoru.”

As it turns out, Itadori Yuuji was very sweet. After introducing yourselves, he made a slight bow back, doing the same. To both of your surprise, there weren’t many other alphas checking him out, instead, they seemed to be more interested in the giant huddle of (mostly female) omegas off on the other side of the room. Good, you would have a decent level of private attention.

Scratching the back of his head, he looked a bit bashful. “I’m kinda surprised you two came right up to me, I’ve never really had anyone interested before.”

Satoru glanced over at you, and you both made eye contact before looking right back at Yuuji.

“I really can’t imagine how that might be,” Satoru said, smiling. “Would this be your first time having a heat partner?”

Yuuji’s face turned red, just slightly, and he looked off to the side, but Yuuji was an honest kid, clearly. “Yeah…I just started going to college in the area, so. Usually my brother watches over my room and brings me food and stuff, but obviously, that’s not an option anymore.”

“Oh,” Satoru said, lifting up a finger. “I live alone in a nice apartment if you need a place to stay.” During your heat and with me was omitted from his statement. “It’s very comfortable!”

“So, Yuuji-kun,” you said, trying to distract attention from whatever endless wealth Satoru clearly had, “what kind of alpha are you looking for?”

Yuuji blinked a couple times, thinking it over, before his eyes quickly scanned your body, up and down. You supposed that in any other circumstance, it would have been slightly offensive, but you did just ask him, and also this implied that he really hadn’t thought about it before you had asked.

“I um,” he said, his facial expression turning into a slight pout, “I do like tall women.”

Satoru reached forwards, and caught his hand. It was such a graceful action, and he clearly knew how to put on a show, because his smile was latent with charisma, smoothness, and delicacy. He even smelled nice. “And men?”

Yuuji’s face turned a very bright red, and his eyes did the same to Satoru as he had done to you not a couple seconds prior. “I also like men…”

The two of you recoiled, about to combust into a million pieces on the spot. Cute, adorable. He was so soft and reassuring, it was like the ideal omega, and you had a feeling Satoru thought the same. There was a puff of Yuuji’s pheromones, and once again you were inundated with the lofting aroma of grass and wood. It was certainly an odd smell for an omega, although you supposed that might have been why the three of you got along so well, all oddballs in your own rights, one way or another.

After a bit more of chatting, Yuuji seemed to relax a bit around the two of you, realizing that you both were just a bit excited, and certainly neither of you were aggressive or had any ill intent. Satoru was a bit older than you, which came as a bit of a surprise, putting you right in the middle, but it certainly explained his greater access to wealth, and you supposed his somewhat overly enthusiastic and eccentric personality was deterring to omegas he’d tried to court in the past. Well, this was assuming that he had tried to court omegas in the past. He really seemed like someone that would have no issues getting them to fall right into his lap, but then again, if that was really the case, he wouldn’t be here, would he?

If there was one thing to be admired about Yuuji, he was an excellent listener, and really loved hearing the little debates that you and Satoru would get into, nodding along enthusiastically, adding bits of insight here and there. He seemed completely enthralled by the two of you, his eyes sparkling, really a bastion of joy, and it was intoxicating. The air surrounding you was absolutely intoxicating.

Before long, you realized that the place had been clearing out, most of the appetizers already gone, and people already had paired up and gone home. Yuuji flicked on his phone, checking the time, and he smelled like worry, his eyes going wide. “Oh shit, I have a morning class tomorrow. Can I get your guys’ numbers, and I’ll call you about setting up a time to meet and talk more about this?”

You and Satoru made eye contact. This would be it. The one he would call would be the one that got the prize. All or nothing, really, and neither of you particularly liked to lose.

“Of course, Yuuji-kun,” Satoru called out, pulling out his phone and making sure to get Yuuji’s, too.

“Ah,” Yuuji said, turning towards you. “It was really nice to meet you, too, y/n-san,” he said, making a slight, little bow. A little bit rustic, but effortlessly kind, really the perfect omega. There was a bit of insecurity inside, as you looked over to Satoru, smiling up a storm.

What did you have to offer that he didn’t? Even among male omegas, male alphas were preferred—Something about “stronger pups”, something about the knot being bigger, you weren’t really sure (you were quite sure), and it wouldn’t surprise you if Yuuji picked Satoru over you. Actually, it was the obvious choice, really. It was a bit painful to think like that, but at least you wouldn't get your hopes up. Maybe you’d at least see him again, he was a really sweet kid.

You got a text back. The next day, even. Yuuji had set up a date, at a local family restaurant. It was hardly the proper location, but it was definitely the right sort of price-range for a college student, and the high walls in between the booths provided a nice amount of privacy for the sort of discussion that the two of you would be having.

Bring some clothing, too! Preferably used but any is okay…

Is what he had typed out to you in addition to setting up the date and time. So, you held with you a canvas bag filled to the brim with used sweaters, shirts, pants, socks, and anything you thought smelled particularly appealing. It could be difficult when it was your own scent, considering that you were used to it all the time, but like selecting a photo of yourself, you had enough self awareness to figure out what sort of thing other people might like. Doing this wasn’t weird or anything, it was pretty common for close friends to bring clothing to their pack mates, or any omega that they felt close with. It didn’t necessarily imply sexuality, although in this case, it certainly did.

When you finally walked into the restaurant, your heart fluttered with excitement, and you looked around for him, but your eyes made contact with someone tall and white-haired instead.

“Gojo,” you said, your face scrunching up in surprise. “It’s an um. It’s a surprise to see you here.”

He was already sitting in a booth by his lonesome, and next to him was a big bag, filled to the brim with something that looked like clothing.

“Uh, fancy seeing you here~” he said, tilting his head forward, his sunglasses sliding down his nose slightly.

Instantly, you slid into the booth, sitting across from him. Squinting, you clutched your bag close to your chest, bending over it, almost accusatory. “So…He called both of us?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Sure seems like it,” Satoru said, pouting his lips out a bit. He seemed slightly disappointed. “Guess he hadn’t decided yet. I knew it was too soon to be true…”

Squinting, you kicked your leg out, and kicked his bag. Yeah, whatever inside was soft and squishy, and his scent was deliciously stronger than usual, that sweet nothingness, so you assumed that must have been his clothes. “But he asked you for clothes, too?”

“Ah, that’s right,” Satoru said, his eyes moving over to the bag next to him. “Guess he’ll smell us individually and then make the decision after that?”

“I guess,” you chewed out, leaning your head against your bag, and you started to notice the smells pouring out. It was a bit revealing, but whatever, you had already embarrassed yourself enough by coming all the way out here.

Satoru glared at you, and after a moment, he started to laugh. “You do have a great scent.”

Surprised, your head jutted up, bringing yourself to attention. “What does it smell like?” It was always interesting to get another person’s perspective of your smell.

He smiled, and even you couldn’t help but find it charming. “Maybe a bit like vanilla? Cinnamon? A bit woody.” After a moment, he snapped, pointing right at you with his epiphany. “Eucalyptus. That’s what it is.”

“Huh. Eucalyptus.”

Satoru nodded, holding out his hand. “Give me something, let me check.”

Chuckling, you couldn’t hold back the smirk. “Alright, but you gotta let me smell one of your things, too.”

Satoru laughed, turning over to dig through his bag. “No problem!” After a moment, he fished out a pair of grey sweatpants, holding it out to you.

Without hesitation, you grabbed it from him, using your free hand to pull out a plain blue T-shirt. Thank god this place had some privacy. It wasn’t weird to do this in public, but it wasn’t exactly—You know. Socially acceptable, either. Well, you had to know. What your competition was. It was a baseline alpha’s instincts. Also insatiable curiosity. That, too.

Looking around quickly, you didn’t spot any waiter, and dove your nose straight in.

On second thought, ramming your nose right into some random dude’s groin area probably wasn’t the best decision, especially considering some “random dude” was the hotly competitive yet somehow genuinely endearing alpha that you were at odds with, but damn did he smell good. You’d never smelled another alpha so sweet before. Hints of honey, like turkish delight, but musky like pistachios, and rich like dark chocolate salted caramel. Simply put, it was refined, it was elegant, and it was sophisticated on all counts.

How this man had difficulty bagging an omega was far beyond you.

Was he just picky? Had a preference for men? It wasn’t that uncommon for male alphas to prefer male omegas, although it certainly wasn’t common. Was it his personality? Sure, he had some hot takes here and there, but he always paid attention to what you were saying, and wasn’t overly competitive. Maybe other people had bad taste. Maybe he really was just that busy at his work, whatever it was that he did.

Meanwhile, Satoru was nose-deep in your shirt, and it made you feel a bit self conscious, until you remembered that you still had his used sweatpants in your hands. Yeah, no one was winning this one. This was a lose-lose in the loser department.

“Eucalyptus! Maybe a little bit of mint?” A frown. “No, pine?” Another sniff. “Spruce. Trees. Slightly medicinal?” He laughed, setting your shirt down gently on the table. “It’s so relaxing, I’d commit several acts of treason for a scent like yours!”

Not one to be immune to praise, you felt your heart flush at the compliment. “You’re one to speak, Mr. Sweet Alpha.”

Satoru raised a brow and crossed his arms. “It’s not too much for you?”

“No, not at all,” you said, laughing. “It’s nice.”

He looked off to the side for a moment, and it was at that point when it hit you as to why he might have had difficulty finding an omega in the past. Such a strong odor, and such despite every cell in your body shouting alpha at you, it was certainly a more atypical flavor for the sex, and you began to understand how some people might find it overwhelming. They said that the smell makes a man, but now, you were starting to wonder if the man made the smell. A “chicken or the egg” problem, really.

You stuck out your hand, blinking a couple times. “Gimme your hand.”

“Oh?” he asked, obeying, and putting it out in front of him, trying to see where you were going with this.

Using your thumb, you rubbed at the scent gland on your wrist, making sure that it was plump and expressing itself properly. Getting a quick whiff of neutrality and familiarity, you noted the minty qualities, and considered that maybe, Satoru was right. It was tempting to go home and buy some Eucalyptus oil and see how right he was.

“Scent me,” you said, your expression growing serious, as you started to focus.

“Huh?” he asked, a bit surprised. It wasn’t odd for friends or family to scent each other, well, if it was on the wrist’s glands, of course. Scenting the underside of a chin would be acceptable under certain circumstances, but never, never the back of the neck. So, this was fine.

“I like your smell, scent me,” you said, raising your wrist again. “Stop being so insecure, I like it.”

Satoru lowered his arm, frowning at that. “I am not insecure.”

You chuckled. “Sure you’re not. Go ahead.”

Overwhelming confidence and charisma to mask inner vulnerabilities of self-confidence, it was something you understood far too well. It was something as a female alpha, you’d been trained in your entire life. Overcompensating. It wasn’t enough to be strong, you had to be invisible, silent. Those were the sorts of things expected from you. Even the most formidable person was nothing at the hands of societal pressure.

Surely enough, Satoru’s wrist was on top of yours, and unlike an omega, he was haphazard about it, rubbing not aggressively, but certainly without any reservations. Vulnerable, but not at risk of attack, that was never something that even crossed Satoru’s mind.

It’s almost like you could read his mind, like this. That’s always how it was during scenting. They say that the human’s emotions are read through the scent glands, although the eyes are certainly a close second. Considering that a certain someone liked to hide those, it didn’t come as a surprise that doing something like this was a bit revealing for the man, too. But it was pleasant, and the feeling of another human’s skin against yours was certainly welcome, along with the sweet flavors that instinctively flashed across your tongue.

“What are you two doing?”

Both of you froze on the spot, caught in the act. Turning your heads to see Yuuji standing right there, in between the table and your booths, your wrists were still caught against each other, and you felt your scent gland twitch instinctively at the dread.

“Oh,” Satoru said, his wrist dropping to the table, unceremoniously. “Strange seeing you here, Yuuji-kun.”

You raised an eyebrow and pulled your hand back to your side. “Is is?”

He relaxed too, sighing. “I suppose not.”

Yuuji just laughed, as if just trying to clear the awkward air, and he scooted into your booth, sitting right next to you. Immediately, in addition to Satoru’s sweet caramel, was now the smell of the great outdoors, like freshly cut grass and small, little flowers. It wasn’t particularly potent, but you noticed it immediately, and it was hard to get out of your mind.

“Were you guys scenting each other?” he asked, maybe a little worried, pushing his phone into his hoodie pocket.

You and Satoru just stared blankly at each other, neither of you knowing if the other person would feel comfortable answering the question, and both of you silently agreeing to let the other person just decide that.

You pointed right at Satoru, just deciding to stuff his sweatpants into your bag. Yuuji’d get them both, anyways. “He smells like candy and nuts.”

Satoru closed his eyes and smiled triumphantly, crossing his arms, thin white lashes peeking out visibly over his glasses. “It’s like none other in this world.”

“You can say that again.”

“Hey!”

Yuuji laughed at the both of you, and then turned to you, outstretching his own wrist. He pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie just a bit, and it was close, but not too close to get into your personal space. “What do I smell like? My best friend says it’s kind of bitter to him, but he’s just sour sometimes.”

Slightly hesitantly, you leaned over, as if asking Yuuji for permission to give him a light sniff. Looking at you, he bowed his head lightly, and bending down closer, the wafting odor of pre-heat graced your nostrils. Ah, this was always such a nice feeling. No wonder he was so worried about getting an alpha, his heat smelled like it was coming on very soon. It was a little sweeter than last time you had met, that was the telltale sign.

“Hm, it’s a little floral?” you said, leaning back up. “But mostly like fresh cut grass, or just that scent you get when you walk through somewhere with a lot of plants.”

Satoru nodded along. “Yes, I can corroborate that.”

Yuuji put a finger to his chin and thought a bit to himself. “I see.” Then, he laughed, a little unsure of himself. “It’s kinda flattering, being pursued after by two alphas like this, I normally don’t get this sort of attention.”

You and Satoru made eye contact, your brains almost in sync. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you just scented, maybe it was just because the two of you were on a similar wavelength, but such a cute demeanor was not going to go unteased. Satoru was the first one to have a go at it, setting his elbow down against the table, resting his chin against the bottom of his palm, smirking like a madman. “I’m quite surprised, my dear Yuuji-kun. You’re quite the stunning boy.”

“H-Hey…” he said, his voice trailing off, his face bright red. “My scars don’t bother you or anything?”

Oh, the ones right under his eyes. You laughed. “They suit you really well. They’re very symmetrical.”

Satoru laughed alongside you. “She’s right.” Then it was that devilishly charismatic grin. “You’re quite muscular, too.”

Yuuji pouted, looking off to the right, into the aisle, and away from both of you. “Like that’s a good thing for an omega…”

“Why wouldn’t it be? It means you’re healthy.”

Yuuji looked right at you after you spoke, seemingly thinking about what you had said. After processing it, he smiled, scratching his cheek. “I guess that’s right.”

After a bit, the waiter came by, bringing back some toxically sweet beverage that Satoru had ordered before you arrived, and the three of you ordered some food on top of that. The conversation led to what Yuuji was studying at university.

“Um, I’m not really sure what I want to do yet,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I want to do something that helps people, and I’ve been working part-time with the EMT, but I’m way too dumb for med school, so.”

Satoru raised a brow. “Don’t say that, you seem like a bright kid.”

Yuuji sighed. “But I failed physics in high school…”

It took about everything inside your body to stop yourself from laughing, and glancing up across from you, you could see that Satoru was doing the same. Looking up from his embarrassed slump, Yuuji noticed that the two of you were having an amused reaction, and this made him even more embarrassed.

“I told you…” he said, now sliding down the booth.

“Well, your grades aren’t a reflection of how smart you are, I think everyone knows that,” you said, still overcoming the sheer sense of endearment from how adorable that expression had been.

“That’s very true,” Satoru said, nodding along.

“And what do you do, Gojo-san?” Yuuji asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

He smiled like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Ah, civil rights attorney.”

Oh, well that explained a lot. Not the wealth, you imagined that particular field of law didn’t exactly pay out, but then again, he could come from a wealthy background (which was true), but considering his attitude, considering how he had difficulty getting along, despite getting along very well, it explained, well—a lot. Food for thought.

“Oh!” Yuuji said, his eyes sparkling. “That’s so cool! So you like, uh, what do you do exactly?”

Satoru laughed. “I help people, too. Basically, if someone threatens you based on your sex, your age, or treats you like a subhuman, I’ll get on their ass.”

Oh, he was having fun with that occupation, wasn’t he?

“You two are way older than me, huh,” Yuuji said, pouting his lips just slightly, chewing the thought over. After a moment, he laughed it off. “I don’t mind that, really. Might just be the omega in me, but there’s something kind of nice about knowing that I’ll be taken care of…”

Yuuji was smiling, and there was a subtle, floral scent, that reeked of comfort and you could just look up and see Satoru dying over there across the booth. And he wasn’t even sitting next to him, the dick. Well, actually, it was better for you, it was almost like you could feel your body leaning into Yuuji’s space, his pheromones dragging you in.

It was at this moment that the food came, and the three of you actually had to present yourselves like reasonable human beings for the first time that meal. There was a little bit of chit-chat, but the three of you ate your food in relative peace. It wasn’t the best food in the world, or anything, but it was in good company, and you found yourself thinking about how you’d miss talking to the two.

“Oh, yeah,” Yuuji said, stuffing a piece of beef from his gyudon into his mouth. “I guess we should talk about what we’re going to do when I actually get my heat.”

You nodded, wiping your face. “Yes, the logistics.”

Looking down at his food, Yuuji waited a moment, deep in thought, like he was coming to a decision on something he had been thinking on for a while. “So, I’ve been bouncing it around in my head and…Would it be possible to have both of you?”

You almost spit your food out of your mouth, and you saw Satoru do the same.

“I mean, you could,” you said, hesitantly. “Weren’t you going to decide by the clothing?”

Yuuji laughed, scratching the side of his cheek. “I was, but I like both of you.”

“Well, two alphas and one omega during a heat isn’t impossible, but didn’t you say this was your first time sharing a heat with a partner? We don’t want to see you broken, Yuuji-kun,” Satoru said, almost like he had heard of something like this having happened before.

Yuuji’s brow furrowed in disappointment, and he sighed into his food. “I thought so…” Then, pushing his lips to the side, he looked a bit like a petulant child. “Wouldn’t mind getting broken, though.”

This boy was going to be the death of you.

“You sure there isn’t like, um,” Yuuji said, “A way we can switch off or something? Go halfsies?”

Satoru sighed. “Well, the idea is to sync the heat and rut cycles, so that means kicking out an alpha mid-rut. From my experience, not a good idea.”

“I see…” he said, a bit dejected.

“Hm,” you hummed, thinking it over. “Is it possible that we could just share it together? I mean, Yuuji’s in pre-heat right now, and neither of us are fighting. I honestly thought we might, but I literally just scented you a couple minutes ago, and I didn’t sense any aggression, so…”

Satoru pursed his lips. “You’re right. I actually quite liked your smell. Odd for an alpha," he said. "It might be possible.”

“Really?!” Yuuji said, his palms against the table, his eyes sparkling. “Thank god, it was killing me having to decide between you two. Who’s place should we stay at? My dorm room’s not really a good idea.”

Unable to hide the smirk, Satoru shrugged and sighed. “I did offer my place earlier. I didn’t know the offer would extend to it smelling like another alpha, but it can’t be helped, I suppose. I have a guest bedroom you can set up your nest in, Yuuji-kun.”

Yuuji nodded, his thumb at his chin. “That sounds like a good idea. y/n-san, do you want to bring some food? I don’t want to put Gojo-san out of his way if there’s going to be more of us…”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you said, thinking it over.

After that, you exchanged contact information between the three of you, and Satoru set up a group chat, sending the two of you his address. Then, the three of you agreed on a time, and luckily, you had already called out of work during that week, so everything had been planned out. A couple more things were discussed, like limits—No marking, but Yuuji said he had a collar, so that wouldn’t be a problem. He also said he was on birth control, so that was another worry that the two of you didn’t have to consider.

“Hm?” Satoru asked, the thought just hitting him. “I was wondering this before, but you don’t take suppressants? I know most college students do.”

Yuuji looked a little disappointed. “I tried to. They wouldn’t work. Just kinda made it worse, and I’d get really bad headaches and stuff from them. I get really strong heats, you see.”

“Ah,” he said, understanding. Then, a smirk. “Is that why you want two alphas? You think one won’t be enough?”

“S-Stop that, Gojo-san!” Yuuji said, blushing bright red, shaking his hands in the air defensively, and the two of you were laughing back.

What came afterwards was a very intense debate over who was going to pay the bill. Yuuji offered first, which was hotly contested by both you and Satoru, which then devolved into a stiff competition over who would experience the least amount of monetary detriment from such an offer. Finally, it was agreed upon (i.e. Yuuji made the decision) that you would pay, since Satoru had made the very kind offer of letting the three of you stay in his apartment for up to a week.

There was a really strange feeling in the air when you came out of the restaurant. A bit of nerves, a bit of excitement, a bit really a mix of both, and more. Comfort, that was one thing. They both seemed like genuinely good people, and especially considering your previous rut partners, you were a bit comforted by the fact that you were a female alpha had barely been brought up. You almost forgot about it for a second. In many ways, you and Satoru were the same, you were equals—At least to Yuuji, and certainly to Satoru himself.

You waited out of the building, and off to the side, in a relatively private spot, and the three of you were chatting away, barely able to say goodbye, excited for when you were going to meet again.

“Alright,” Yuuji said, pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie, and grabbing his forearm with his left hand, keeping it stable. You knew what this meant. Yuuji wanted you two to scent him. It was taught to omegas to only use one arm at a time, and to hold it with their free one, to make sure that they wouldn’t be able to get grabbed by both wrists at once. “I’d appreciate it if you could…”

Satoru pointed to his under chin, the secondary scent gland, the one on the left side of his jaw, just a little more personal. “Can we do here?”

Yuuji’s face turned a little hot, but he nodded. “Sure.”

After a short moment, he walked over to Satoru, and accommodating for the height difference, Satoru bent down just slightly, and raised his chin, while Yuuji extended his. Almost hugging him, the two got close, and almost with a heightened sense of physicality, they gently rubbed their scent glands against each other.

Your heart dropped in your chest as the smell wafted over to you in the wind. It was a warm feeling, a comforting feeling, like a hug. The smell of sweet flowers, the smell of candy on the grass, the smell of summertime and picnics, it was refreshing, it felt like you had just noticed a ray of sun beating warmly against your skin this entire time. You could almost fall asleep in it.

Witnessing Yuuji close his eyes tightly shut, his body trembled, getting used to the feeling for just a second, before he walked over to you, his arms extended, asking for the same.

Without hesitation, you broached his space, and you felt his arms wrap around your torso, hugging you tight. Ah, how nice it was to get comforted by an omega. How nice it felt for your chin gland to get rubbed like this, sweet omega pheromones getting dusted all over it, slowly sinking in, and you felt it twitch against him, reeling at the notion of pre-heat, the inside of your body trembling at the anticipation of getting to mate him.

Not that you would, but certainly, you would get the opportunity to knot him. That sounded wonderful. He’d be all yours. And Satoru’s, too, but by now, you were used to the smell. That was okay. You could share. There was enough Itadori Yuuji to go around.

Just another moment, and he held you tight. “Thank you, y/n-san.” And then he let go. “Thank you, Gojo-san, too.”

A short, and quick bow.

“Thank you both for taking care of me, from now on, I put myself in your hands.”

Part 2 - The Heat

#yuuji x reader #yuuji x you #gojou x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo/yuuji #五悠 #dom reader #goyuu #w2tmfics

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 1 year

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The last interaction Dib has with his father for years.

Things said... things unsaid...

Sometimes... you just need to let them know, the things you hold onto.

An echo return of past conversations

Part of the Post Florpus AU in the somewhat distant future.

Dib and Zim leave for college or something, I don’t know.

This comic is ooooooooooold. Like around two years old. I shared an preview update on my Kofi and shared with a few people in discord servers for awhile, but I never posted it publicly.

Part of the reason I held onto it for such a long time: (personal long ramblings under the cut and talk about my grief experiences.)

....was partly because I felt without context for the overall series huge chunks missing about Dib’s character development in Post Florpus and what I have planned, it would have come across as a shallow thing... Dib forgiving his Dad for being a neglectful father or something akin to that and I feared the protentional backlash something like this could have among the Invader Zim community. Since people who connect personally with that show typically all have their own issues regarding their parents. (not always but I see it very often)

And I changed the dialogue of what Dib said to his father over several times. Like “I love you” “I forgive you....” but it didn’t seem appropriate to me. Nothing felt right other than telling him that He’s proud of him in the same way that Membrane told Dib in Enter the Florpus.

And no, Dib doesn’t forgive his Dad for having a shitty neglectful childhood. Cause he was, a terrible parent, but Dib can acknowledge that his Dad is getting better... and working to improve... and knows his Dad loves him... but he also can establish boundaries and set his distance... this is the last thing Dib basically says to Membrane before he cuts him out of his life temporarily when he goes to University.

And it very personally echos the relationship that I had with my Father and Mother. There was a huge period of time where I hated my father after he passed away. For how distant he was in his parenting style and how much he left my controlling Mom to do everything. When he passed away I felt like my Mom was tighter with a leash on me, and it took a long time and therapy on both of our ends to have a healthy relationship with good boundaries.

I’m on real good terms with my Mom now and I can’t imagine a time where it was ever tense between us, and she’s really a different person then the one I grew up with. Heck, even Mom from seven years ago is a different person and was way were then. I’m glad that I can call my Mom my friend too.

I know it doesn’t always work out that way in real life for some people.... but this AU is extremely personal to me, and I like to write about my displacement in my family since my Dad died, and what happened over the years as we coped with that.

Post Florpus AU stemed from me being emotional about ETF due to my grief of losing my father and my own personal experiences with my family just struck the right chord at the right time in 2019. And that has never changed.

I drew this two years ago angry at the time... thinking that there were many things I wanted to tell my Dad. How he could have been there for Mom more when me and my sister were struggling with heavy bullying in school, how Dad could have took on more responsibilities when my Mom tried to go back to college. And how I still wanted him here.... but in retrospect, he did the best he could do at the time, knowing what he knew... as an undiagnosed autistic and everything else....

Like there’s no forgiveness of his favoritism of one child over the other and how he left Mom to do all the parenting. But I feel if he was alive in our family unit today, we’d all have a healthier family dynamic and balance. People can always change, and change every day and I personally don’t hold onto memories of people when I know every five years someone can be reborn. But the effort always needs to be there.

I don’t know. I’m rambling.

In any case, I just kept this under my belt for so long because I was worried of public perception and worrying people might judge me for “Forgiving shitty dads” or something...

Sorry to break it to you... but in this AU everyone does get better. Dib doesn’t even need to be in contact with his Dad, and he won’t for a long while until he matures more.

Forgiveness is a choice on the Membrane Sibling’s part, and sometimes, in this case... it isn’t needed. Membrane himself doesn’t even want forgiveness for his shitty parenting in the past. He just wishes for his children to grow up happy and healthy, and if they want to stay in contact with him, great, but he won’t force himself when he’s not wanted. It’s a delicate balance.... He’s not forgiven exactly, but the Siblings appreciate the effort... and they like who he is now, rather than who he was... but it will take a long time before they can have a proper adult child and parent relationship. Baby steps.

TLDR: My au. My rules. Membrane Trying juice.

#Invader Zim #Post Florpus Au #danachan's art #Professor Membrane #Dib Membrane #Gaz Membrane #GIR #MiniMoose

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zadrkinkmeme23 · 3 months

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Full 2023 ZADR Kinkmeme Fill Masterlist

We received 22 fills in total for the 2023 Kinkmeme, which are all listed beneath the cut. If you haven't read them already, we'd greatly appreciate if you'd leave kudos or perhaps even a comment on these wonderful fics! Doing so greatly helps our event to thrive.

Please remember that all characters in these NSFW fics are depicted as 18+.

'You, And Me, and Keef.' - After finding out that Zim has asked Keef of all people out on a date, Dib decides to tail them in order to figure out just what Zim's diabolical scheme is.

AKA - Dib's jealous, and has a wank about it.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Keef/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Masturbation, Obliviousness, Jealousy, Unrequited Crush, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Dates, Car Sex, Stalking]

'Post Blue' - "Dib wanted to tell Zim how nothing had felt right since he left, but he couldn't. The words withered in the back of his throat before they could even fully bloom. But he had to do something to let Zim know, something to convey the depths of the maelstrom that threatened to consume him. Swallowing down all of his common sense, he surged forwards, and pressed his lips to his ex-husband’s."

[Tags: Ex Sex, Closet Sex, Drunk Sex, Post Divorce, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unresolved Emotional Tension]

An Extended Cut of this fic can also be found here

'Only Because I Love You' - by Wipmoy

"Oh no! Zim and Dib have been abducted by alien pornographers, who really want some footage of them fucking. And they can’t leave, or else they explode.

Well, that’d probably suck way worse, if they weren’t already secretly into each other. Zim’s pride cannot be vanquished so easily."

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Aliens Made Them Do It, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Tentacle Dick, Zim Has A Penis And Vagina, Oral Sex, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Unsafe Sex, Swearing]

'Slightly Less Boring' - by Wipmoy

"Turns out, intergalactic space travel isn't that exciting. Dib thinks he can fix that, though."

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oral Sex, Blowjobs In Car, Blow Jobs, In SPACE!, Road Head, Established Relationship, Choking, Coughing, Flirting, Oral Fixation, Tentacle Dick]

'Trip My Wire' - After getting stood up on one of their scheduled fights, Zim discovers that Dib blew off their plans to go and hang out with some other hideous human instead.

This won't do. This won't do at all.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Interns & Internships, College AU, Zim is Bad at Feelings, Dib is Bad at Feelings, Frenemies Dib & Zim, Dib is So Done, Jealousy, Stalking, Masturbation, Sexual Awakening, Sloppy Makeouts, Grinding, Coming In Pants, Flirtatious Bullying, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Lovers]

'Let Him Bite Your Fingers' - A tiny alien flew into Dib’s room and now he’s keeping him.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Micro/Macro, Captivity, Eventual Smut, Eye Trauma, Praise Kink, Dubious Consent, Torture, Blood Loss, Forced Orgasm, Stabbing, Object Insertion, Dib Being Creepy, Come Eating, Mild Gore, Intoxication]

'Closer' - A fight between Dib and Zim takes a decidedly more lustful turn, forcing Zim to get creative in order to fully conquer his nemesis.

AKA - Zim uses his own slick as lubricant to fuck Dib.

[Tags: Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Alien Biology, Zim Has a Penis & Vagina, Intersex Zim, Slick As Lube, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Biting, Light Breathplay, Power Play, ZADE]

'Balderdash!' by SlimySlugJuice - Dib and Zim attend a Victorian costume party. Also, they're idiots.

[Tags: Dib/Zim General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Victorian, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bad Flirting, Aged-Up Characters, No Sexual Content]

'Twisted Transistor' - Frustrated by his inability to catch and expose Zim, Dib makes a poppet doll of his life-long rival. Now, all he has to do it test it.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Rape/Non-Con, Explicit, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Vibrators, Dib makes a spirit doll of Zim uses it for sexual purposes, Masturbation, Starts off non-con but ends consensual, Aged-Up Characters, Dib Being Creepy, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Public Humiliation, Public Masturbation, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Bathing/Washing, Light Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Cock Rings, Begging, Light Dom/sub]

'Dwarf Star' - by bachmanroad - Dib wasn't cut out for this.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Unplanned Pregnancy, Complicated Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, (That tag is for Dib btw not their unplanned smeet), Aged Up Characters]

'Putting My Foot Down' - SlimySlugJuice

'Zim is forced to dip his toes into uncharted waters.'

[Tags - Dib/Zim Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Aged-Up Characters, Foot Fetish, Foot Jobs, Mind Control, Power Play, Dib Being Creepy, Spit As Lube, Verbal Humiliation, Come Shot, Come Eating (Implied), Starts off as non-con but Zim gets into it]

'Strict Machine' - Fed up with his lab drone's bratty attitude, Taller Dib sends Zim in for "treatment".

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dubious Consent, Fantastical Hysteria, Alien Cultural Differences, Fucking Machines, Vibrators, Irkens Are Terrible, Medical Kink, Public Humiliation, Light Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Forced Ejaculation, Masturbation, Power Play, Irken Dib, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism]

'Fairground Freak' - Dib is a university student who came to London from the Americas with a not-so-hidden interest in the supernatural and bizarre. He then learns of a new and fascinating creature of unknown origin, and simply must know more.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, Dib/Zim, Alternative Universe - Victorian, Carnival, Nonbinary Zim, Victorian Attitudes, PAKless Zim, Drug Addiction, Strip Tease, Dib Being Creepy]

'Diet Stripe' - “You will finish this comically large beverage - yes, all of it - and we will wait. Even once you have reached capacity, you are not allowed to void liquid waste until Zim is touching your sossidgemeet.”

“Can you quit calling my dick that?”

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature, Urination, Omorashi, No Sex, Desperation Play, Don't Like Don't Read, Submissive Dib, Aged Up Characters]

'Dib's Game' - After Dib falls asleep in a compromising position, Zim is left trapped in something of a predicament.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Fight Sex, Hate Sex, Light Bondage, Handcuffs, Cock Warming, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Somnophilia, Technically Consensual Somnophilia but Dib falls asleep by accident, Praise Kink, Affectionate Insults, Subspace, Sleep Sex, Ambiguous Relationship, Whether this is ZADR or ZADE with benefits it up to the reader, Predicament Bondage, Aged-Up Characters, ZADRKinkmeme23fill]

'Straight To Video' - Back on Earth, Dib wouldn’t ever have imagined himself falling into this line of work, but out here, with the opportunity to become anyone and anything he desired, he found it oddly fitting that now he was the one being filmed and spoken of like one of the cryptids he’d spent his whole life chasing back home.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Porn Star AU, Sex Work, Aged-Up Characters, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Desk Sex, Plugs, Alien Biology, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Older Dib, Xenophiliac Dib, Sexual Roleplay, Porn Video, Porn Tropes, Literally Porn With Plot, In SPACE!, Wet & Messy, Squirting, Now with Dib's traumatic backstory, Oral Sex, Riding, Topping from the Bottom, Come Swallowing]

'What is love?' - “Aliens can't orgasm can they? I can't do anything for you?” Dib asked as Zim crawled onto the couch. He awkwardly shoved his softening cock back into his pants, too tired and lazy to properly clean up. “Considering Irkens have no genitalia, no.” Zim laid his head in Dib’s lap. “Will I ever be able to see whatever 'nothing’ you have down there?” “Maybe one day I’ll deem your puny human eyes worthy.” Dib sighed.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Awkward First Times, Alien Cultural Differences, Queer Themes, Aged Up Characters]

'Horny Dib, What Will He Do?' - Dib is drunk on some mysterious off-planet sex pollen, what will he do?

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Creampie, Sex Pollen, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis And A Vagina, Mildly Dubious Consent, Smut, Aged-Up Dib]

'Howl' - Irritated by Dib’s recent strange and cagey behaviour, Zim decides to follow him to a strange house in the woods.

Unbeknownst to him, Dib is a werewolf. And unfortunately for them both, it’s rutting season.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Dib/Zim, Werewolf Dib, Dubious Consent, Werewolf Sex, Accidental Knotting, Knotting, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Master/Pet, Bottom Zim, Top Dib, No smut in ch1, Eventual Smut]

'The Exchange' - Zim finds a rare supernatural item that Dib is willing to do *anything* to get his hands on.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dom/Sub, Dom Drop, Top Drop, Unintentional Dom/Sub Dynamic, Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Boot Worship, Spanking, Bondage, Vivisection, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Throat Fucking, Zim Is Bad At Feelings, Bless These Idiots, Denial of Feelings, Pre-Relationship, Adult Dib, Adult Zim]

'Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand' by SlimySlugJuice

'A rather large Zim winds up in Dib's timeline. Naturally, Dib has some questions regarding the anatomy of his musclebound nemesis.'

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Aged Up Characters, Alternate Timelines, Non-Canon Compliant, Post-Zimvoid Arc, Size Difference, Muscles, Large Cock, Hand Jobs, Come Shot, Come Eating, Grinding, Praise Kink, Coming In Pants, Post-Coital Cuddling, Some canon-typical grossness]

'Proper Discipline' - All his life, Dib had dreamt of being the one down on his knees. Thanks to The Club, he can finally act out his wildest, naughtiest fantasy.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Irken Dib, Irken Empire, Irkens Are Terrible, Sex Work, Sex Club, Dom/sub, Fantastical Kink, Role Reversal, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Implied Non-con Sex Work, Zim Used To Be A Breeding Drone, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Top Zim, Bottom Dib]

#zadr #zadrkmeme #18+ only #kink meme #prompt meme #fill #masterlist

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