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boysbeloving · 2 years

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don't think about kinn's suit....

don't think about kinn's suit rubbing against porsche's naked body...how the fabric rubs against porsche's skin while kinn thrusts into him...how porsche is not allowed to touch himself and has to come simply by the friction of cloth on skin...how the protruding buttons of kinn's waistcoat dig into porsche's skin and how porsche loves the pain...how the teeth of kinn's zipper bruise the sensitive skin near porsche's entrance and he can feel the burn...how porsche's naked thighs shiver wrapped around kinn's clothed legs when kinn angles himself to hit that particular spot inside of porsche...how porsche digs his heel into kinn's butt so kinn also feels a steady pressure between his asscheeks and his clothes stick to him even more...how the cufflinks of kinn's shirt dig into porsche's shoulder and he holds him place...how the buttons of kinn's jacket rub against porsche's hard nipples...how porsche pulls kinn's tie knot with his teeth to bring the other man's face closer to his to kiss him greedily, hungrily and also desperately...how kinn's suit gets stained with the sweat of both men...how porsche comes holding the lapels of kinn's suit (as if wanting to protest against kinn, as if wanting to challenge him, as if wanting to internalise him even more, as if wanting to eternalise this moment)...how porsche's come sticks to kinn's waistcoat...how when kinn pulls out after fucking porsche raw, his own come runs down his pants from his cock...how kinn gathers his come leaking out of porsche with his knee and adds yet another glorious stain to his pants...how this action makes porsche release the most wanton moan kinn has ever heard...how then porsche strips kinn naked violently and demands another round...how porsche straddles kinn and proceeds to ride kinn

and when kinn has to give the suit for dry-cleaning, he makes it a point to go to the person handling it so that he can explain every stain...he sounds apologetic for making the person's job more difficult but actually he's simply bragging about how good he fucks...and porsche being all smug standing next to kinn almost makes the person quit the job...

but don't think about it okay 🙃

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for @nattaphum

Happy Birthday, Cris!

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(other things not to think about x x )

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 4 months

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Well... I was having brain riot and making fun of Sanzu's silliest moment ever (the train xD), because I always thought it was hilarious that he planed something so chaotic that could go so wrong so easily (yeps, ignoring the implications of who he was willing to sacrifice for Mikey). And suddenly, I thought "What if no one stopped him and everything went the worst way possible?"

And bam, this drabble was in my mind and I needed to write it and share this pain. I'm so sorry.

Hits Different

(this is a train wreck)

(drabble)

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Summary: Apparently, when it comes to the Sanos a train wreck and a plane crash aren't that different.

Warnings: Manga Spoilers. Angst. Hurt/No Comfort. I'm pretty sure the summary itself is a big warning of where this is going. Expect only pain and a broken Sanzu. I'm so sorry, really.

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

Sanzu looks around, a big grin on his face. He did it, he managed to derail the train and ran over the pests that dared to compare themselves to his king.

Their irritating noise sounds a lot better turned into screams while he walks katana in hand, admiring his work. A familiar pink hair tries to steal his attention from the corner of his eye, but Sanzu doesn't stop. He's an only child, why would he care to check if she's even breathing?

There is only one thing that matters, only one focus on his mind amongst the bloodshed that he created. Mikey. Making Mikey proud, being finally acknowledged for what he's capable of doing. Earning his rightful place next to the king.

Sanzu turns his head when he hears an annoying voice screaming. Hanagaki. That fucking cockroach survived. He approaches to him, clenching his hand around the katana, decided to finish the job.

He's going to do it, he feels the adrenaline, a smirk plastered on his face now that he's finally close enough. Close enough to recognize the blonde head sticking out of Hanagaki's arms.

No.

No. It can't be. No, no, no, no. How? This can't be, Mikey was on the top of a container, he planed everything, he made sure, he... No, no, no!

Suddenly, reality hits him and Haruchiyo's world comes crashing down. Whatever delusion was feeding his mind disappears, he can't breathe. He looks around gasping for air and all he can see is blood, body parts scattered around. People screaming in pain, the smell of death.

Wakasa. Benkei. Senju.

Senju.

It's a fucking carnage and it's his fault. This was what he wanted. But it wasn't, it wasn't, this is not what it was supposed to happened. Why is this happening?

Haruchiyo's body collapses, his legs don't answer him anymore. The katana falls to the ground next to him. He pukes, completely horrified by the views. He's breaking, shaking, crying, unable to control himself.

“Mikey... No... He wasn't supposed to be down here...Mikey...”

His voice is weak, the words don't even make sense between whimpers. But Hanagaki looks at him, still hugging Mikey's body, something indiscernible in that pair of eyes that burns Haruchiyo's soul.

“Mikey isn't dead, he's still breathing. He was on top of that container, but he fell when the train...” Hanagaki stops, seemingly trying to pull himself together. “Mikey fell and hit his head. I'm gonna take him to the hospital, you can help or get out of my way, I don't fucking care anymore, but I'm taking him to the hospital. Are we clear?”

Haruchiyo just nods, allowing the hero to pass next to him with Mikey's body hanging on his arms. A chill runs down his spine when he feels it. When he feels that again. In that exact moment, he knows. Mikey is never going to wake up, he will whiter for years before finally dying.

'Laugh, Haruchiyo'

A maniacal laughter escapes his mouth. The universe is mocking at him, the cycle repeating itself.

It was always going to end like this, wasn't it?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #me writing🌻#tokyo revengers fic #drabble #hurt/no comfort #angst #original timeline #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro #hanagaki takemichi #kanto manji arc #sanzu angst #the fact the last one is a tag xD #i broke my own heart

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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I love your writing! Can you do an imagine with mason? Like, he gets home and you're watching yourself in the mirror but when you notice him you hide your body and then he realise you're insecure. You have a talk abt how you don't feel good enough for him and he says that you're perfect for him. And then something extra fluffy.

Hiya babe! I’m finally back with your request! Sorry it took me quite some time to write this, as these themes are quite personal to me (yeah I suffered from eating disorders in the past 🙈) but anyway, I hope you like what came out of it! 🤍🤍🤍

One of those days.

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: What started as a playful morning turns into some quite disturbing thoughts for our Y/N… but Mason is there to save her day, as always.

Warnings: mention of eating disorders, insecure reader. (Don’t read if these themes trigger you please!)

gif credits to @movnt

The sound of keys turning in the front door’s lock woke you up from your peaceful sleep, followed by some quick steps up the stairs.

You turned on your back, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you yawned. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 7.45 am; it was then you knew all the noise that woke you up was Mason coming back home from his usual morning run.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he chirped as he dived on the bed, his weight resting on his hands on both sides of your face as he shifted closer to you before he lowered his face to leave a featherlight kiss on your lips, “Hi!”

“Hi… oh God! Ew Mase you stink!” you half laughed as you put your hand in front of your face.

“I don’t stink!” he frowned, pointing his forefinger at you as he watched you nod your head at him.

“Of course you do! Look at you! You’re all sweaty and gross!” you told him while you tried to push him away. But his face told you in an instant that he was up to no good, as his fingers quickly went under your - his - t-shirt and started tickling you. Your stomach made a strange flip as his skin touched yours and you tried your best not to flinch at the contact; luckily his playful touch and his contagious laughter made quick work of distracting you from the not-so-unfamiliar feeling that was settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Am I still stinky and gross??” he giggled as he couldn’t help but look at you with his pools of chocolate full of love and playfulness, “Tell me!”

“Yes!” you managed to say in between laughter, “You’re still very gross!”

“Oh well, you’re gonna be stinky and sweaty and gross too then my love!” Mason said as in a matter of seconds he was pressing his sweaty face in the crook of your neck, occasionally leaving kisses and gentle bites here and there on your skin while he pressed his body on top of yours.

“No Mase!” you laughed as you tried to close the space between your shoulder and your neck, even if it was not so useful since you couldn’t do anything against his attack.

“What?? I can’t hear you!” he chuckled, the adorable sound going straight to your heart and making it jump in your chest.

“Okay okay!” you giggled as you raised your hands in surrender, “I was wrong, you don’t stink! You’re just very sweaty…but you don’t stink!” you were quick to add as the look on Mason’s face was telling you he would have no mercy on you if you didn’t say what he wanted to hear.

“See?? It wasn’t that hard!” he shrugged his shoulders as he pecked your lips one last time before he was back on his feet once again, “But you should come and take a shower with me…since you’re covered in my sweat now.” he playfully winked at you as he offered you his hand. You looked at it for a moment, as the unpleasant feeling was back. All of a sudden the thought of being naked in front of him made you nauseous.

“Fiiine! You won!” you groaned as you tried to push those bad thoughts aside while you put your hand in his warm, bigger one, concentrating instead on the little time you had with your boyfriend before he’d have to leave for training.

But your head wasn’t really in the moment. Or better it was, just not in the way you wanted it to be, and you really hoped Mason wouldn’t notice that.

You watched him as he turned on the shower, his now naked body and his defined muscles on full display for your eyes, and your eyes only.

Yeah your eyes, those same eyes that caught your naked reflection in the bathroom’s mirror, while an intrusive thought was becoming more prominent within seconds…

Look at him…and look at you. You’re-

“Care to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours? You’re unusually silent this morning…” Mason’s voice interrupted your thinking, like a cold shower.

There it was, the question you were dreading the most had been asked. You knew you had no chance Mason was going to buy any of your excuses, but you had to at least give it a go, as you didn’t want to worry him with your stupid thoughts.

Yeah stupid thoughts, but deep down you know he deserves better.

“Nothing, I just didn’t sleep well…” you softly smiled as you shook your head.

“Okay now I wish I didn’t wake you…” he giggled as he took your hand in his once again, tightly this time.

See? He has bought your excuse ‘cause he doesn’t really care. Nobody cares about you.

“But I promise I’m gonna make it up to you now…” he added with his now low voice that was full of lusty promises, yet it only made you even more anxious if it was possible, “Or maybe not?” Mason asked as he frowned at you, noticing the shift in your body language.

“Can we not?” you stuck out your lower lip at him, as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“Only if you tell me what’s wrong…” his voice was quick in turning into a sweeter, soothing one, as he dragged you under the warm spring of water, “And I’m not gonna take ‘Nothing’ as an answer.”

Tell him. He must see how ugly you are, he will definitely agree on this.

“It’s nothing really-”

“What did I just tell you?” he asked as he smiled down at you, while his face and beard were adorned by little droplets of water.

“I’m just tired Mase, really…” you faked a laugh as you leaned your forehead on his chest, hoping you could hide from his stare, “I told you I wasn’t able to sleep last night… plus my head is all over the place, it must be the PMS I suppose…”

Well that’s not completely a lie, congratulations.

“Why were you trying to act like it was nothing then?”

“Because it’s nothing! And I don’t want to be a burden to you because it’s stupid and-”

“Shhh! Shhh. Stop it. It’s not stupid. I care about you…” Mason whispered against your hair, as he held you tightly while the water washed down both of your bodies, and washed away some of your stray tears too, “I love you and I want you to know that you can tell me everything. But hey! I thought this was clear!” he giggled before he kissed the top of your head.

“The only thing that’s clear is that you stink.” you half laughed as his words soothed you a little bit.

“Oh you’re so in for it now!”

Mason couldn’t help but think about you all day long. He couldn’t keep you out of his mind, as something wasn’t adding up to him.

He couldn’t focus properly during training; everything he could think about was how strange and unusual your behaviour was this morning. His mind was running a mile a minute even now that he was driving back home, back to you.

He couldn’t help but think about the way you almost retracted when he grazed your skin with his fingertips while you still were in bed this morning, or the way you went rigid when he jokingly (or maybe not so jokingly) proposed you a round of shower sex…why did that proposition make you anxious? Why did he get the impression you couldn’t stand the little touches that you two always shared?

Of course you must have been tired, it wasn’t that he didn’t believe you when you told him you couldn’t sleep, or when you said you were nearing your period; but instead, it was as if he couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to this that meets the eye. He knew you’d battled with eating disorders in the past, he knew all the signals in fact, he just wished they weren’t coming back.

“Hey angel I’m home!” he said as soon as he stepped foot in the house, “Y/N?” he called out for you since you didn’t reply as you would always do.

Mason frowned, and as soon as he left his shoes by the door he made his way up the stairs, the light coming from your shared bedroom guiding him and telling him you must have been in there.

He silently neared the door, and the sight he was met with made his heart beat faster and faster before it almost stopped.

You stood there, in front of the mirror, with just a set of black lingerie on. The look on your face was enough to let Mason understand what was really happening inside your head. How stupid of him it was, he should have thought sooner that…

…that it was one of those days.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, your face showed no emotions and your eyes were numb, just as numb as your chest felt. Your hands were running up and down your body, grabbing at the skin, and stopping on the parts of it that you really couldn’t stand the sight of.

You don’t deserve him.

You sighed as you placed some strands of your hair behind your ears, gulping down as you closed your eyes tightly, hoping it helped you erase those thoughts from your brain.

You knew recovering from what you’ve been through wouldn’t be the easiest of tasks, but you had Mason next to you, ready to catch you whenever you’d need him to. And with him even the biggest of relapses was bearable. Mason. Just thinking about him was enough to ease your anxiety a little, as your breathing slowed down and you felt like you could look at your reflection once again.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you were met with a pair of brown orbs staring right into your reflection. Mason’s.

“Hey…You’re back…” you said as, out of instinct, you tried to hurry up and cover your body, grabbing one of Mason’s t-shirts from the wardrobe to wear.

“I am…” he said as he came to stand in front of you, precisely in between you and the mirror, “Are you finished stealing my clothes?” he smiled sweetly at you, watching as you were about to put his t-shirt on.

“Not really, no…” you smiled back, grateful that he wasn’t asking how you were doing.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what Mase?”

“You know I love seeing you wear my clothes,” he said, taking your hands (and his t-shirt) in his, “but I don’t want you to hide yourself from me… please…”

“Mason I… I don’t want you to look at me… not when I’m like this…”

“When you’re what? Beautiful? Gorgeous?” he said, his hands leaving yours and moving to your face, as his thumbs caressed your cheeks, “I know it’s one of those days, those shitty days we both hate so much… but it’s just me… You don’t have to hide from me… you never have to hide from me.”

Those words were all it took to break your walls. And to make you burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry Mase…”

“Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for… I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Mason said as he placed a slow, gentle kiss on your forehead, “Can I hug you?”

You weren’t really able to form any words, so you just nodded at him, and when you felt his arms around you, his touch was like a breath of fresh air this time.

“I don’t deserve you…” you whispered as your hands were clutching at his back, as if you were afraid that he would have listened to you and run away if you let go, “You deserve so much better than what I am…”

“You’re my love, my precious, gorgeous girl… that’s what you are…” he murmured those sweet words in your ear, before he started pressing kisses on your cheek, “Don’t listen to those stupid voices, just focus on me… I love you, and I won’t let you go. Let me take care of you okay?”

“Mh hm…”

“Good.” he smiled down at you, wiping away your tears gently with his thumbs, “You’re more than what I deserve, I love you Y/N… and I don’t want anybody else but you. I love you even if you seem to forget it sometimes…” he added as he winked at you, earning a weak smile back this time.

“I don’t forget it… it’s just one of those days…”

“You’re right, it’s just one of those days… and it will pass like every other day, so long as we’re together.”

“So long as you’re with me…”

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 10 months

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Ohoho baby, you shouldn't have opened this.

You're about to get sick of me

I haven't read the minsung post yet because I'm about to go to work in a few and I really want to read it calmly and enjoy it.

In the meantime:

Minsung smut and maybe some angst (I mean jealousy or what comes to your mind) based on my post about Teacher!Minho and Boss! Jisung. I want these two to use their authority over me to do as they please..or I simply want to seduce them until they snap. Your choice

Can't wait to see what you do🙈

Okayyyy here I go 😭😈♥️

Life Got Complicated

Being a freshly young adult over winter break was supposed to be fun. But, when you came back to senior year to find your AP teacher retired suddenly and that your old babysitter crush was your new teacher, that presented its own problems.

Word from me: @lyramundana I have written so much and I want to continue but I also want to give you something for now. I changed the place she works at to a bakery… for reasons. Lol 😘

You didn’t know his teaching style and how you were supposed to even pay attention when he grew into such an immaculate man.

On your first day, you went to your normal seat as you just stared at the man. He really had become so beautiful. And it was making all your lady bits squirm. He dressed as if he was walking into the million dollar company he ran and it wasn’t fair. You were literally in your casual jeans and an old sweater.

He set all his things down and proceeded to take attendance. He came to your name and said it like it was a question. You raised your hand and he smirked, realizing you were who he thought you were and you sunk further into your chair in embarrassment.

Class was not going to be fun. You were mortified.

It was a hard class, but Minho was trying to act casual around you, when he really wanted to mess with you. At the end of the first class, Mr. Lee requested you stay after. You rolled your eyes, immediately knowing what was happening.

“Y/n, it’s been a while. How are you?”

“I’m great. Balancing work, school, and a couple college credits is a breeze.” You rolled your eyes again, not knowing why he was going for the casual banter when he was your teacher now.

“Well, if you ever need any help with anything let me know. I know an AP class on top of that can be tough.” He said genuinely while watching your face warp into one of horror.

“I think I’ll be fine. But thank you, Minho.”

“It’s Mr. Lee for you now, miss. Don’t forget that.” Thank god this was your last class because your hormones were kicking all your emotions into high gear and you really wanted to flirt. But instead, opted for annoyed.

“Fine.” You Left quickly l, not looking back at him because thinking about calling him anything other than Minho was weird. And especially him having this superior complex about him.

Time for work.

You had started training by watching a shit ton of videos going over safety in a bakery and cleanliness. But today was your first day getting to do actual work.

You entered the bakery with your work uniform in tow, heading straight to the bathroom in back to change before even approaching your boss. You'd only met the one so far, but you knew today would be with the other man that owned the place.

After getting redressed, you headed to the office to find the co-owner that was training you. When you knocked, you heard "Come in" and walked in to find a handsome man facing his computer. You just saw his back, but bitch, you knew that if his back looked this good in their polo his face must be beautiful.

You weren't wrong, but also, you were shocked. "Han Jisung?!" You exclaimed. This was the same kid that used to help out his dad when you were younger. He was making money as a teacher's aid to his own dad, which always seemed sketchy, but he worked so hard to help in every way he could in his father's chemistry class.

He squinted suspiciously at you, trying to figure out where he knew you from, "Wait, y/n?". You don't know if you should be excited or scared that he recognizes you. That was back in the braces day. Ugh.

The training with him went as well as it could. It was nice to have some background on each other and previous encounters; it made the conversations flow.

--- A couple weeks later ---

Balancing school and work was getting harder. The classes were getting more intense and you were finally on your own at work. The few hours you spent at the bakery were making it hard for you to keep up with homework. But the pay was sooo nice.

You sighed heavily without realizing during Minho's lecture and he noticed, but didn't mention it in front of class to save you the embarrassment.

"Miss y/n, please stay after."

The eye roll returned without a second thought. It couldn't be helped since your teacher likes to treat you like a literal child. Constantly being extra careful around you and making fun of you with a small smirk that embarrasses you.

"What's up, Minho?"

He removed any resemblance of a smile from his face, "Mr. Lee."

"Okay, well...?"

"You were sighing and yawning a lot. I just wanted to make sure everything was going okay at home?"

"Oh." You were surprised by the attention he had paid, blushing slightly. "I've just been learning and working a lot. I should probably ask for less hours."

"Make sure you manage your time correctly. If you need tutoring, my offer still stands. You're smart, but you aren't paying attention."

"Aye aye."

--- After School ---

"Are you comfortable closing with me tonight?" Han questioned while you were getting washed up to start making tomorrow's bread.

"Yeah, I assumed that why I was scheduled so late, but it's fine." You and Han had gotten a lot closer in your hours working together. He was the normal closer for their bakery, so it was most evenings with him.

The night went pretty regularly. Except for Jisung allowed you to pick the Spotify playlist for the evening. It made the shift so much more fun as you sang along and helped customers' with their orders.

The vibe was a great change from the stress of school. Gave you a chance to enjoy being around a gorgeous man and make money.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but you felt like Jisung had really loosened up to you. It made learning easy, but also the crush you were developing grow faster.

He was prepping some of the loaves for the next day already, since it was almost closing time. Separating and getting them ready to rise one last time. You were watching him working deftly with his hands to create the perfect shapes and he noticed your curious stares.

“Would you like to learn some of the shaping?” You were so focused on his work that you jumped when he spoke up.

“Sorry- uhm yeah. I’d like that.”

You moved to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him as you watched him slice off another piece of dough, weigh it, and then cover it with flour to shape it.

He cut off a piece and handed it to you as a trial piece. You tried your best to replicate, but it was obvious you needed more help.

Han was a good boss, so he did what anyone would do in his circumstance, right? No.

Han came up from behind you and stood directly against you. You were so shocked that you forget how to breath for a second. He grabbed your flour covered hands so that he could maneuver them and demonstrate the motions from your view.

The man’s crotch was directly against your lower back and you could not swipe that thought from your mind as he rested his head on your shoulder. Focusing on his lesson was nearly impossible. You were aware he was still attempting a lesson on shaping, but all you saw was his veiny arms and fingers contracting and manipulating the soft pliable material.

But all your brain could think of was how well he could use those fingers to manipulate something else. “Are you even listening, y/n?”

You replied with a dumb “Uhm yeah of course.”

“Try this then.” He let you give it a go and his hands held himself up against the table top as he watched. He still made no movement to get away from you and you felt your heart race at the proximity and his breath in your ear. “That’s better…”

The bell at the front counter rang and you were both taken out of the lesson to look at the guest there. Unfortunately, the bakery has no separation from the front table to the main bakery, but neither of you had expected to have any other visitors.

Jisung moved so far away so quickly, as if he was caught doing something he should be, while you were just so surprised you froze in place.

He went up to talk to the person while you refused to make eye contact from embarrassment of being so in your perverted thoughts. But how couldn’t you be? He was literally standing against your back. Perfect position for ramming into from behind-

“Y/n?” You were taken it if your dirty thoughts by your name being called by the familiar voice.

You looked up and realized that the customer stood at the counter was none other than your new teacher, and old babysitter, Lee Minho. “Minho?! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to try this bakery for my breakfast tomorrow. I mean, I didn’t know this is where you worked.” He was stuttering and you weren’t sure why. If you could guess, he was just as caught of guard as you. All professionalism left his body as soon as he had gotten out of the suit and tie at school.

His slacks and half open button down accentuated his gorgeous figure in a way you did not need, but would definitely remember for later. “Oh. Yeah this is my after school job. This is Jisung.”

He glared at the man. Seemingly jealous of the man that you had just been standing near. But why? “That didn’t seem like very professional training, Jisung.”

“Sir, it’s Han for you, and I don’t think you can judge my teaching methods. I’ve heard you’re her teacher from previous chats. And you’re allowing her to call your name so casually? That’s also not very appropriate.”

“We know each other from previous. And I am not her teacher right now.”

Han rolled his eyes at his response. “Well we also know each other from before. Maybe you should mind your business?”

Minho looked over to you, and you returned his inquisitive look. “Is y/n your girlfriend?” You we’re shocked at all the words coming from the men.

“Why does it matter to you?” Han asked him before he could say anything else. You really wanted to say something but you were dumbfounded at the current situation you found yourself in.

Minho was still staring at you. His look seemingly amused as you made an attempt to utter anything. The man walked back to the exit and flipped the open sign over to ‘closed’ and locked the door. The scene was getting more tense and the two of you behind the counter shared a pensive look. Han pointed lowly at the panic button under the counter just in case you guys needed it.

As Minho walked back to the counter he walked around to the back and towards you. He never looked at Han the entire time and you were frozen by his intense glare. He stopped a foot away from you and finally looked behind your head at the other man, “I asked, because I’ve been thinking about giving her lessons of my own. But I won’t if she is your student already.” He cocked his head like it was a question.

Han stood his ground behind you at the strange man. “What are you helping her with?”

Lee Minho, the man, the legend, smiled at Han as he easily spoke, “everything. I want to teach her everything.”

At that moment Lee Minho closed the gap. He put one hand behind your head and asked, “May I?”

You nodded your head and he closed the gap as he let his lips caress your own.

My boos: @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams

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wonda-fhr · 7 months

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Hey-a! I'm really into reading AU stuff, so Alternative for David and Justin? (au of your choice, fantasy if you have no pref)

And arms for all three of them, pretty please? c:

Thank you for the Questions from the "oc asks: character design edition" :) I'm sorry this took so long.<3 The arming question challenged me more than I thought it would, and the answer to it is even less satisfying.🙈 My intention to read up on the subject left me with a lot of confusion and some knowledge I never wanted to have. That's why I'm stopping now and sticking to the most basic answer possible.😅 Maybe one day I'll continue this research. Until then, I trust that Lia knows exactly which one to choose and for what reason.😉

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

Lia is not only trained in many weapons, she is also a weapons enthusiast. Precision is much more important to her than maximum damage. She is always armed, although she would be dangerous enough without it. A gun and a knife are part of her standard equipment whenever she leaves her home. She has an impressive arsenal of weapons in her hideout. For missions, she adapts her equipment to the situation. But her two larger pistols, with optional silencers, and three different blades are part of her standard equipment.

David doesn't like weapons. He carries a small pistol for emergencies when he goes on missions. He also carries a knife, but only because it can be useful, not with the intention of using it as a weapon.

Justin has a small handbag-sized pistol that he carries with him at all times. However, he prefers to rely on telepathy as a weapon. In his armor, he likes things heavy and impressive, assault rifles and missile launchers. Mighty Boom.

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

In the original Au, David and Justin are no different from the Fhr look, and I can't imagine that they will ever be very different.

In a fantasy Au, David would also be dressed in elegant, colorful clothes. His hair would be a little longer. I don't see him in armor or with heavy weapons, he will always be some kind of magical supporting bard. That's what he is in bg3 right now. For Pathfinder, I changed David a lot, just took his personality and made him into the dragon Milvirvilan, who accompanies Lia and is under her protection. (Yes, he wouldn't hurt anyone, but many him, he needs a protector).

Justin has also had his signature style for too long to let it go. His fantasy self remains flashy and colorful in private, but terrifyingly armored when it comes to battle. The armor could use a colorful accessory or two to make it more recognizable. I'm not sure what class he would be comfortable in, which is why Justin has never been part of a fantasy world. Maybe a bomb-packed alchemist with a magically boosted punch.

In the original world, David and Justin are part of my OC Patchwork family. Their appearance is the one you know from fhr, not with all the scars, but with others. When I place my OCs in other AUs, they stay as close to their reality as possible. (David was the absolute exception in the Pathfinder wotr.) Body, hair, clothing style, they stay who they are. It's important that they feel right. If Justin walked through a futuristic sci-fi shopping mall, he'd buy the pink fluff piece, just as David would master the instrument in the world that most closely resembled a piano in emotion and sound. There is no way around it.

#fhr sidestep #david kingsley #justin rosedale #lia kingsley #ask game #still thinking about au's

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afra-blueraz · 9 months

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sorry for spamming you ;p I just love your art and you so much. I really appreciate your efforts in this fandom, thank you so muchhhh for feeding us 🦭💞

aight time to read your novel now (and more spam (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

No problem. Love being spam by new friends hahahaha 🤣🤣🤧🤧.

Thank you so much for your kind words. It means a lot to me. Hearing that people like my arts warm my heart because I'm still an amateur artist and I'm still training. Please don't look at my old arts 🙈🙈. They are a little shameful.

Please after reading it spam me even more 😭. You can even share your opinions and ideas about it. Because I plan to write more novels haha 😁.

Next is gonna be a trio for Shuyui and Subayui.

And very big project with more than 15 books 😭😭. This is gonna be so special so don't hesitate to share your opinions with me. More details about this project is here.

Again thank you do much for your kindness and feedback. It gives me more motivation.

#admin #admin afra #admin talks #this made my day 🤧🤧🤧

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abubblingcandle · 4 months

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In First Class on this train ... the guy next to me is just straight up just reading sheet music and I'm writing Ted Lasso fanfiction

Please don't look at my screen 🙈

#personal stuff #candle writes #i have stolen so many biscuits it is unreal #on at least 12 packets and that was just in the lounge

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zeroinetoheroine · 1 year

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Just read the latest chapter. I am frustrated ahhh.

Like, I just want someone to grab yn and tell her: hey, you have Stockholm's. Whatever feelings you developed isn't your fault at all. You thought you were willing/compliant but you gotta understand that a large part o it was a coping mechanism. Your mind had to become convinced in order for it to work, do you understand?

Abuse can be confusing because it erodes at your sanity and makes you question yourself. That's why you need to be away from your abuser for an extended period of time before you can pass judgement. Even if you feel that you truly have feelings for him, part of it also has to do with how women release the 'fall in love' hormones after orgasm/sex and it's not your fault. There's only so much you can do when your body does what it does. You developed what feels like affection for your captor, and as you know, you can't reason with feelings, you can only work through them.

You're not a traitor and you can sort + process your feelings out with time."

Ughh where's a therapist when you need one.

I can't help but feel like it would help tremendously.

Like, you care about dabi bc he kept you safe from the other villains at the party.

Maybe if she understood all those things, she would've left the necklace and they would've been okay.

I'm worried sick. Shoto is my favorite. He's been through so much he doesn't need any more trauma 😭 he doesn't deserve any of this.

But also, the necklace thing is like.. a metaphor for not being able to move on.

Because she can't, the past will continue to ruin the present - type of thing.

I like the way you write Shoto by the way!

(also if it were me in y/n's shoes, and shoto found the necklace + asked why I kept it, I would explain it as:

"I kept it so that when I worked through the trauma, I would bury it, toss it in the ocean or burn it as a form of catharsis. Like burning your scholly papers even you graduate or something.")

I love your writing. I'm sorry this isn't supposed to be criticism of any sort. I just have a lot ✨FEELINGS✨

Like it drivers me BONKERS (again, not criticizing you - like at ALL)

That she couldn't do what needed to be done. Like when all she had to do was please him.

In my mind, I would've done anything to keep Shoto safe.

I would've seduced Dabi and stayed focused instead of letting my emotions get the better of me. She's a trained hero for heavens sake! 😭

If I was thrown in a cell and nearly died + experienced the screams and knowing shoto could be one of them, I would've taken the second chance Kino gave me and done my best.

But that's me. I'm not yn, and I completely get where she's coming from and how there's only so much you can endure.

I just wish it translated better that I would do what it takes for Shoto... I love the way you describe him. My favorite is 'frusttatingly beautiful.' He really is stunning.

Ohhh, first of all thank you for such detailed ask dear anon 🥰🥰.

Y/n could really use a therapist, couldn't she? 😥 I keep torturing the main trio. She did try to seduce Dabi and keep Shouto safe until Kino betrayed her...

The necklace will be important later 😬😬😬.

As for staying away from her abuser...yeah...I don't think that will be possible 🥲🙉🙈.

#thank you dear anon #plunders of war #pow shouto #pow dabi #stockholm syndrome #bnha x reader

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angelicyoongie · 2 years

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I read chapter 8 wide eyed, sleep all forgotten.. Firstly regarding your authors note you absolutely need not worry.. It was a fantastic chapter both in terms of how you wrote it and how you managed to capture the tension, burdensome adoration, shame, wistfulness.. Like it was spot on really!!!

I re read chapter 7 before starting on the 8th and i kid you not I was holding my breath from the moment she was starting to rouse 🥲🥲

See the thing with these boys, they're acting normal like they didn't just do what did they did.. And it's very convincing.. Even the hurt they put out at being rejected is so convincingly real I am like.. Hey hang on.. Why is OC being mad at them 😂🥲👌 taehyung is so shameless I wanted to slap him really,what a brat!!

Jungkook apologising, I would like to believe there is some scope for redemption?? No??? I mean the scope diminishes itself with his last line when he says you won't have a choice please love us as if it's that easy🥴🥴🥴

These aren't soft yanderes right? They're the psychotic ones right? It's the whole soulmate trope messing me up because my train of thought goes "oh they won't hurt her" to "oh but they already did hurt her by stalking, drugging, confining her to a lonely cabin and taking away her choice"

I'm scared the OC will be punished if she decides to escape from that window 🥲🥲😩😩

Sorry for the long rant I just love this series to bits 💖

Thank you for writing me such a long and lovely message, it always makes the days/weeks of stressing about my fics feel so worth it 😭💖 I'm really glad you enjoyed the chapter despite my worries, that's very comforting to hear!

They truly are so lost in their own delusions that you almost get indirectly manipulated into feeling bad for them haha 🙈 Taehyung has hardly any inhibitions and that's part of what makes him so scary and unpredictable!

I don't think I would hold my breath for any redemption arcs anytime soon haha 😬 Jungkook is the softest of them but that doesn't mean much when he's been contributing to making her life so miserable 😩

I would say they're all somewhere inbetween. The softest type of yandere wouldn't kidnap her (probably wouldn't even approach her at all) and the most psychotic ones would've killed her friends and family to get her alone. So they're not the worst, but that doesn't mean they're good either, you know? Yup, that sums the conflict of the fic up very well haha 🙈

I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens 👀

Never apologize!! Thank you so so much!! 💖💖

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mys-oleander · 1 year

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It follows, Saw

It Follows: I seem to be getting horny in all kinds of inappropriate places, lately. I used to be able to control my thoughts so much better but now just an errant thought will have my thighs snapping together on the train to work, or in my cubicle, wondering if anyone would notice if I slipped my hand into my leggings, just for a minute.

just on Thursday, I was thinking about a lovely little story I'd read the night before and suddenly I was eyeing the bathroom near my desk, wondering if I could steal it just long enough to clear my head. I didn't, of course. I am, unfortunately, not the type who can get themselves off in a bathroom stall. But oh I wish I was.

Saw: 🙈 this is mean. I don't know if I have any kinks I've kept *that* private that literally no one knows of them, and most of them are just subsets of my biggest kinks.

I guess being controlled, fully and completely, knowing it's my decision to be so. And always at the risk of someone finding out. My finances are controlled so I have to ask my owner for money or justify an expense to them if it's over a certain amount, clothing control, so my owner has to decide or approve of whatever I wear outside the house, down to my undergarments (if any), and any toys they might want me to wear out. Having to ask permission to use the bathroom, and if they say no, holding it or dealing with the aftermath. I could say no, I could disobey, I haven't been *brainwashed* (that i know of) but I don't because obedience is pleasure and I love to obey my owner and I want them to be pleased with me.

#ask meme #my hollyhock #hope you're satisifed ;3

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direwombat · 1 year

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🍧🙈⚾ for Syb and 🍼🕷️🚆 for Etta, please <3 - fourlittleseedlings

ahhh thank you so much!

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

at this point i think everything left from her childhood could fit in a metal lunchbox (also from her childhood). but i think her zippo lighter (something she's had since she started smoking at fourteen) and her saint medal of st. andrew (patron saint of fishermen (among many other things)) her mom had given her after she had dropped out of school and gotten her first job at sixteen working on a fishing boat. she hasn't worn it in years (not since the night her parents died/the night she lost her faith), but she was so relieved when she was able to salvage that little lunchbox after john torched hers and augustine's place in fall's end. the zippo, while she would have been sad about losing it, she'd get over it. but the pendant? she'd be devastated since it's the last physical memento she has of her mother.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

ooooh. she does her damned hardest to hide anything that even hints at what she thinks of as a selfish desire. she's under the impression that her time is better spent helping or providing for others, to the point where she feels guilty any time she even entertains the idea of taking care of herself. my girl has a massive martyr complex </3 like there's a point where she's being held captive and being interrogated by jacob and he asks her "What do you want?" and of all the questions he's asked her that's the one that gets her to break

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

she did track and field in middle school and was hoping to get onto the high school varsity team, but due to life circumstances, she had to drop out before getting there. she kept up with running though and during her time in the military, she had the fastest times of her entire unit. she also enjoys swimming but that's always been a more recreational thing for her. and the combination of speed and endurance are her strongest athletic points. she's strong too, but she employs the "strike fast and outlast" method in combat situations (and because i think jake is a "strength and endurance" guy, it makes their encounters fun because it really is a challenge for them both :)

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

lmao she thinks children are gross and really doesn't like them. UNTIL she ends up getting pregnant and having her own son. then, she thinks all children except for him are gross. her little man is the bestest most handsomest and prefectest little boy who she absolutely spoils.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

god. tbh her biggest fear is being unattractive and -- ultimately -- aging. if she bothered to read it, the picture of dorian gray, she would agree with every choice mr. gray makes in the novel. she puts so much effort into her appearance, and while she mostly killed her two previous husbands for their money, a much smaller (but no less significant) part of her killed them before they had a chance to see her age. It was instilled into her that "wealthy and powerful men only like pretty young things" and she internalized that. if she can't be a "pretty young thing" then she's worthless.

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

asfldkjadfs she got bored halfway through listening to someone explain the problem to her and stopped paying attention, so her answer is literally just *waving her hand* "just run over whoever's crying the loudest; i don't care."

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: henrietta 'etta' graves #f;lajkfd fr tho thank you for that spider question for etta #had to think about it and look at that my very shallow girl gained some depth :)

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basskier · 2 years

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Thank you @tellhound for tagging me in my very first tag game which took me forever to complete bc I am a storm cloud of anxiety disguised as a woman.

Last song: Achilles come down by Gang of Youths

Last show: The Witcher

Currently watching: literally nothing as I've been home from my cabin hiatus for a few days and am genuinely not coping at all so I'm just playing God of War on my PS all day

Currently reading: r/nosleep

Current obsession: Geraskier, Joey Batey, The Amazing Devil, dog training.

I don't know anyone well enough to tag 🙈 But if any of you want to do it please take this is as me tagging you!!

#tag games

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tiny-tigers · 10 months

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Awwww that is so cute! 🙊🥰✨ does the voice have an English accent per chance?? 😂 *Mary Poppins that shit up*

[I have found myself trying not to use English slang/phrases that may not make sense to you 🙈 but I am always so impressed by your language skills! 🏆 You should be *seriously* proud of yourself!!]

I think even when I inevitably move on from this fascination stage, I'll still probably follow the tigers a bit! (I like the team too much!) And I'll smile knowing that you are routing for them somewhere! 😉❤️

Is there anyway you can delete the messages from your inbox straight away?? Out of sight out of mind??

P.S I read a tweet earlier from Charlie Morgan (rugby journalist) talking about being in camp today, and one of the comments suggests teddy bear Martin has been the stand out in camp so far!!! Thrilled for him 😭💕

Oh of course ! I wouldn't dare to french that up and make you sound odd

Awww thank you ♡ I am still a bit unconfident about my level but oh please don't be afraid and make me learn some slang I don't mind, quite the opposite I would love to sound more "english" in a way and not like a londoner. I think I am lacking some vocabulary into some language register like poetry or if I want to describe a something close to an impression like a feeling-a dream something that can be sometimes not translated from french to english or vocabulary to be very specific and precise? Also making a lot of spelling mistakes and basic ones like an S at 3rd person or then-than etc .. and my grammar sometimes 🙃

I guess if I do indeed make the moove to Ireland it will get better in no time.

Aww so cute, well I have already planned on ruining myself for the Newcastle and Saracens match because : match tickets + trains + food + accomodation + gifts for people and Jack + extras...

So run. They will ruin you. 😂🤣

Her/his/their (idk) power of nuisance is extra on my mind but I am afraid of what is the main project ? I don't want to let those things being said to me, it's not to me to be shameful and delete the messages I want to let them understand it is not right to send shit to people when you don't know the battle they might struggle with. It is light bullying and I don't want to let it pass? Idk... I sound silly or over the top maybe and should just delete messages I receive but mostly I would love for that person to unfollow me or stop to watch if I am so bad? Why keep looking. I feel observed and in a bad way. I have no way to block it or force it to reveal itself so I am at the mercy of it... It can even have no physical account.

Awwww george big teddy bear indeed !

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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An Short NSFW Drabble where Tsubasa wore feminine clothing to Rin Okumura's eyes only, during sexy time, and Rin became shocked because he never seen him wearing this type of clothing before and seen him wearing masculine clothing around the Academy and during training. But he's also aroused. (Please 🙈

((Hello anon dear. Hope your doing well today. I think i can write something up for you. Just give me a moment please..))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"I wonder if Tsu is around somewhere. I said he wanted to show me something but I can't even find him on the school grounds." Rin sighed walking but he was checking his phone to look around he did send a text to him wondering if he was alright but only got a slight message. However, as he was turning to head to his dorm, he stops getting a message.

It was from Tsu! He reads it but heard he wanted to see him about something but he saw the message was short. He decided to check on him for that moment. Though, he was not expecting this.

"Tsu! I got your message! You here? I been wonder if you-" He stops speaking to look in shock but Rin's face was looking to see his kit. He was standing in front of a mirror wearing feminine clothing. It was dark blue this time but he was blushing worse.

".........T..Tsu?" he saw his kit turn around but he was shocked seeing Rin standing there!

"R..Rin-rin!? H..Hi I was not expecting you to get here so soon! I just...I can explain!" he said squeaking but Rin said nothing to see him in that.

"...No need. It's just..you look so beautiful in that. Where did you even get this?" He already closed the door and blushing seeing Tsu blushing worse. He was not expecting him to say that even if he's wearing something like this. Showing off his body to make Rin walk over but hold his cheek.

"S..so you don't mind me we..wearing this?"

"OF course not. You look beautiful and fucking hot..I really think so." He smiled to kiss his forehead that Tsu blushed though he yelps feeling him squeezing his ass.

"Rin-rin?"

"Though, now you have to be punished for wearing such cute clothes. I'll try not to break your bed when doing so." He said but he smiled seeing Tsu blushing worse.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Rin and Tsubasa #short drabble #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

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ashesandhackles · 2 years

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James for the character game?

My fictional son's dad. Here we go 😎

• favorite thing about them

"I think you are like James, who would consider it a height of dishonour to mistrust his friends" - this line says so much about him (also how Harry embodies James in POA, so we are meant to use the stag motif qualities for James as well). I think he is an extremely generous friend: taking Sirius in, supporting Remus financially - the kind of dude who, if he has your back, you have nothing to fear. I see him as the mom friend of the Marauders, the one the group centers around and it says a lot about the dynamic that the moment he goes into hiding, the group turns on each other. Also the fact that he joins Order - i don't think it's a decision that should be dismissed.

• least favorite thing about them

His behaviour with Snape. To be honest, i think this makes him dimensional and interesting (far less of ghost in the narrative than Lily is) - there is an element of classism in the bullying that gets overlooked and the fact that James and Sirius, as wealthy, pureblood scions "who are best at everything" have social capital and power over a disenfranchised teen like Snape. James has a very us vs them mentality that makes his cruelty to who he considers his enemy brutal. And I wish there was more fan content that treated this as a flaw it is - a James becoming more aware of his power and privileges would be an arc I would love to see/read about. (I believe the recent chapters of The Last Enemy series call out the classism? Because yes! More of that please. Give him a good, complicated arc!)

• favorite line

"Elvendork! It's unisex!"

• brOTP

Sirius.

• OTP

I am currently on Remus x James train (Wolfbucks supremacy 😤) - the fact that Remus finds James referring to his condition as "furry little problem" funny is really endearing and speaks a lot about their dynamic. But yes, Lily too.

• nOTP

Snames. 🙈 I have already said why in the Snape ask!

• random headcanon

James turned vegetarian ever since he became an Animagus. The idea of being a prey animal really sits uncomfortably with him, and he could not bring himself to eat meat since. (hc courtesy: Dreamer, but I have adopted it)

• unpopular opinion

I think what I mentioned as my least favorite thing is already an unpopular opinion. XD but since I am saying it anyway - Snape being radicalised, or having affinity for Dark curses or fighting back against him does not make Snape any less of a victim in that dynamic. I do not think bully victims need to be angelic or innocent or present themselves to be rolled over to be considered a victim. It's fine if your faves have flaws and the more comfortable people are with this idea, the better conversations we can have. After all, the grave flaws of my top 2 characters are "mistreated his slave" vs "ex-Death Eater who bullied children in his care". Celebrate flaws - it makes characters more compelling and fun 😤

• song i associate with them

Be Yourself - Audioslave

youtube

• favorite picture

Ok i adore blvnk's work on James. The death of James and Lily is just devastating art - and the low angle shot blvnk specifically highlights for "I'll hold him off" line? Absolutely powerful and highlights his bravery.

But this moment of James and Harry when I want wholesome feels takes the cake.

#asks

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pgrdorms · 3 years

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Since there's already a Wata smut, and a Lee NSFW(first-time HCs),,,,,

can I plz request Kamui NSFW? 👀👀 either smut or HCs is fine, go wild if u want ehe (sry for being hornie 🙈🙈)

hehuhuu, this is a continuation of this ask from before if you want to read!

Kamui NSFW | 18+ only!! spicy stuff!!

"(y/n) I didn't think you'd be so bold" Kamui whispers in your ear.

What started off as an innocent training session devolved into Kamui pressing heated kisses against your neck. Pushing you down onto the floor his hands wandered up your shirt, slowly pulling it up. "It's no fair that I'm the only one with my top off," his lips leave your skin hot, you struggle to focus as his wet tongue trails down to your chest. "K-Kamui wait someone could see us!" you quickly check the door, hoping nobody would come into the training room and see a shirtless Kamui pressed on top of you.

"Don't worry about that, I want you to look at me only (y/n)," Kamui breathed. He bunches your shirt up and tosses it away, his gaze lingers on your chest before bending down and giving a light lick over your nipple. "Mm!" you moan and arch your back, Kamui watches your reaction and chuckles, going back in with his tongue swiping over your bud. You grab onto his hair and yank his lips up to meet yours, "Mmh...you were the one...hahh...teasing me before" your tongues mesh together, saliva running down the corner of your lips. Kamui starts to grind into you, desperately trying to get more friction to his cock. "(y/n) I really wanna put it in...please" Kamui pants out "Wanna make you feel good," his hands go to unbuckle his belt, but before he could do anything your hands go to stroke his bulge, fingers playing with him through the thin fabric. "Fuck (y/n) that feels so good..."

Quickly his hands reach down to your pants, pulling them down with your panties. His fingers press against your clit, delving between your folds to feel your slick. "Already so wet for me," Kamui smiles, positioning his cock in front of your pussy. "S-stop teasing and put it in- Aah!" you gasp feeling his head push past your folds. "I-is it okay?" Kamui looks a bit concerned, his hands go to hold your face gently. You let out a sigh and nod, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him further in. "Nng...you minx," his eyes flash a light purple, hips slamming against yours, his cock plunging deep inside your cunt.

Once he starts he doesn't slow down, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, his head buried into your neck trying to cover his moans. His fast pace overwhelms you, making you moan and cry out, his girth stretching your pussy. "(y-y/n) you feel so good, fuck..!" Kamui pulls out and rubs his cock, his hot cum spilling all over your stomach. "N-Not done yet," he groans, thrusting back in and fucking you into the floor. You feel his manhood twitch and pulse inside you.

You let out a desperate whine and grab Kamui's hand, guiding him down to your clit. "T-Touch me here-" your breath hitches in your throat as Kamuis fingers brush against your sensitive nub. Rubbing in circles as he continues to slam into you. "C-cum for me (y/n)! I want to see you cum because of me!" Kamui gasps. A hot tightness winds up in your stomach, before a wave of euphora washes over you. Kamui stills, lost in the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock. "Nng...I could almost finish inside you."

You smile and lightly slap his arm, "Idiot now we're late for our meeting with Gray Raven squad."

---- "What took you guys so long?" Liv innocently asks. Her gaze swapping between Kamui's flushed face and yours. "We got a bit carried away at training is all!" Kamui lets out a big grin.

#punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr #pgr x reader #pgr kamui x reader #pgr kamui #kamui x reader

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