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sexydoffyman · 2 months

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Could I maybe get an NSFW alphabet plz with male reader? Thanks!

NSFW ALPHABET - KÖNIG

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genre: smut

characters: König

A/n: a friend pf mine pronounces his name like qwajnk.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh boy. He doesn't really seem like it but he really fucking likes cuddles. He definitely uses his height to his advantage. (You're getting grounded, literary) He is a little self-conscious after sex. He knows he's big. He also knows he could hurt you pretty badly. Thoughts of you hating him or losing interest fill his head. He just has to grab you and make sure you stay there with him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms. You can grab on them, and it makes them seem even bigger than they already are. He likes putting you in a chokehold.

What he favours the most in you are your legs. Thighs specifically. He doesn't really have a reason for it. He just likes them. Let the man get some thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Average texture, not super thick, but also not watery. Hex - f3f5e6 Big man big load. Usually pulls out and catches it in his hand. (He doesn't want to add work by having to clean anything up) He also doesn't really want you to swallow it. He is mature he doesn't need a porn actor who will do anything to satisfy a dude. He'd rather have real sex.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't fit in a fleshlight. He's pretty embarrassed about the whole thing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's over 40. Definitely has a pretty big body count. About 27 I'd say. (counting one-night stands) He finally found someone on whom he can use his knowledge on.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning or the seashell.

When he spoons you he can put you in a chokehold, making you fight back a little. On the other hand, when he bends your legs you won't be able to fucking move.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but not a nerd kinda serious. He just doesn't speak much.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps a solid bush on there. (He does make sure to clean it properly) It is not messy. He's got a little thicker happy trail. And he's a pretty brunet down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be pretty brutal both with his actions and with his words. Or he can be soft with both. It depends on both of your moods.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This testosterone-filled man definitely jerks off. Even when you are around (Doesn't try to hide it)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being in control. I mean, can you blame him. He has the perfect body and occupation for it. Speaking of body.

Size difference. Again it just feels right.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He could fuck anywhere. Even tho he likes it the most from the safety of your bedroom he wouldn't mind a public bathroom or a friend's bedroom. He likes to be sneaky. Has never been caught once.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything.

Do anything he's hard instantly. That's why he jerks off so much.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you want it he wants it. Except threesomes. He wants you for himself. Who could blame him when he has such a pretty thing only for him. Why would he share

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. He isn't bad at giving but he can use his hands and dick way better than his mought.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough all the way. He loves to be in control and he's got all this raw strength and energy. Why not use it?

He also likes the slow and sensual. Both of you need a break sometimes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'd go for them more often, but he doesn't really want to bother you. Another reason for him jerking off a lot.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s always pulling you to the side, finding a place to make you take him. He is obsessed of holding the door to make sure no one gets in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This dude. Bruv can go as long as you can go. He will take you to the stars and back and it’ll take him only a minute to catch his breath.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not a fan of them. He’d rather have you on his dick not some plastic. He doesn’t find much pleasure in them either.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Based on his mood.

He could play with you as he holds you down.

Or he could be quick about it.

He for sure doesn’t mind teasing you. Touching your thigh is his favourite way to do so.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is dead silent. Sometimes it freaks you out. But if he finds out you enjoy the sounds he makes he will definitely try to add more of ‘em

Slight sighing when he lays his body on yours, little grunts and the occasional “fuck”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s into stalking. It doesn’t matter of it’s you stalking him or the other way around. He loves the thrill.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inches abnormaly thick. #e0ae82 base #ba7f68 tip. Slightly curved to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Boy can go anywhere anytime. Public bathroom, bed, a random fucking room. He’s always thinking of it. Hard 24/7

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to talk a bit afterwards but he will fall asleep like a baby right after he’s done.

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yusalterego · 6 months

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Revenge; Song Mingi

pairing: song mingi x fem!reader (ft. ex!yunho)

genre: smut

word count: 4.257

warnings: sir!kink, dom!mingi, mentions of cheating and infedelity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, humiliation, degradation, forced voyeurism, crying, violence, choking (not sexually), slapping, i think it's all here but if i forgot something lemme know! ;)

enjoyyy!!!

you should have expected it, really.

you knew your boyfriend had been getting into sketchy business.

coming home late at night with bruises all over his body.

hiding a gun inside his closet.

convincing you to stay inside with him instead of going out with your friends at night.

it was clear that there was something threatening going after him, that he was getting more in trouble as days were passing.

but he never told you anything about his work, so the only option you had was to lay awake at night and pray that he'd come back home in one piece.

that's what you were doing mere seconds ago, huddled up in a blanket with a small pair of shorts on and one of his white tank tops, staring at your phone and waiting for a message that wasn't ever going to come, until you heard the door creak.

it was a small sound, the smallet ever, but enough to alert you and make you rise your head in the process of turning around.

"yunho?"

the sight you are met with makes you shiver.

a broad man dressed in all black is looking at you through piercing eyes.

you whimper in fear, feeling the panic overtake you as you scramble to get to the farest edge of the bed from him, covering your skimpily covered body with your blanket.

"i'm afraid your boyfriend might not be coming home tonight, little one." His voice is husky as he speaks these words.

"who are you? what did you do to him?" you speak with a voice full of panic, a weight in your throat stopping you from screaming out loud.

he smirks as he takes something from his backpocket, starting to close in on your trembling body.

"oh, you'll see."

as he pronounces these words, he gets ahold on your small body and forces a cloth over your mouth and nose, making you unable to breath.

you try to fight him off you but it's no use given his strong form and all you can do is look at him with hazy eyes as your consciousness starts slipping.

"sleep tight princess, you'll need it." are the last words you hear before your vision goes black.

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"please, please, she hasn't done anything wrong. just leave her alone."

the words and the sobs leaving your boyfriends mouth are the first sounds your hear as you start waking up, blinking your eyes blearily at the bright light hitting your pupils.

"you think i give a shit about what you have to say yunho?"

as you are finally able to focus your sight on the figures before you, your eyes meet tired ones, swollen and full of tears.

"yuyu.." you whimper out, feeling a sinking feeling in your gut as you take in his bruised body, cuts filling his face and every visible part of him.

"look who's woken up! slept tight princess?" the man standing between you and your lover aknowledges you with a sadic smile and a crazed look in his eyes.

you shiver as your eyes meet his dark ones. you take in all of his face, noticing his sharp jaw and his dark hair framing his foreahead.

"who are you? what did you do to him?" you croak out, tears treathening to spill from your eyes as you notice how both you and yunho are restrained to your seats. the room you are in is wide, with a large bed positioned against the wall on your right.

"you want to know what i did to your little boyfriend? Why don't you ask what he did to me first?"

he laughs sadistically, taking a handful of yunho's hair in his hand and making his head lean back.

the pained whimper that comes out of your boyfriend's mouth makes you feel like dying.

"why don't you tell her? uh?"

yunho says nothing as he closes his eyes, feeling the pain rise as the other hand of the man goes to his troath.

"c'mon sweet yunhie, tell her what you did?"

as no words leave your boyfriends constricted troath, you start to struggle against your restraints, seeing as his face keeps on becoming redder from the lack of oxygen.

"please, let him go."

you sob out, but the man isn't listening to you. His full attention is on yunho.

"you don't wanna tell her? then I will. but first..i wanna do something."

he suddenly lets go and yunho gasps in as he almost chokes on the air he is finally able to breath.

"want to give you a taste of your own medicine, uh?"

you watch with blurry and confused eyes as yunho goes pale in the face.

"please mingi, don't.."

"shut up" mingi slaps him straight across the face, making his head turn as you gasp out, not being able to do anything but watch the scene unravel.

"you keep your little ratty mouth shut and make me do as i please, understood? or i'll put a fucking bullet in your head." you're suddenly very much aware of the gun laid down on one of the bedside tables.

yunho closes his mouth, throwing you a pained look full of desperation, which makes you quiver.

mingi stands to his full height and turns to you, immediately walking in your direction.

you close your eyes anticipating something scary and holding in a whimper, until you feel soft and fast fingers working at your restraints and freeing your limbs.

you open your eyes looking around with a lost expression, until you're faced with his form standing right in front of you.

he holds a hand out, and you look at him as if he was an alien.

"can you stand up on your own?" He asks in a soft voice still holding out his hand for you to take.

you hesitantly put your much smaller hand in his, and stand up on wobbly legs, feeling your ankles hurting from the tight restraint they had been subjected to.

he guides you to sit down on the bed on the far right of the room.

"your boyfriend is such a dumbass, isn'he?"

he lets go of your hand in favour of holding your face, stroking your cheek gently as he looks at you with a soft look.

you stare at him almost hypnotized by his eyes, unable to understand what he means with his words.

he turns back around to look at your boyfriend, moving your face side to side with a gentle movement.

"look at her, yunhie. such a doll. you'd have to be out of your fucking mind to cheat on such an angel, uh?"

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, eyes going from staring at him, to looking at yunho now, who is looking away ashamedly.

"yuyu?" you whimper out, feeling more lost than ever. "Is that true?"

you let the hand on your face fall down as you stand up on trembling legs. mingi notices and immediately holds you up by your arm, making you regain stability.

your boyfriend is looking down at the floor, not daring to say a word.

"all those sleepless night..oh my god." your hand flies over your mouth as you try to avoid sobbing out loud.

your tears are starting to fall and you just can't seem to hold them back.

"for how long?" you croak out, watching as his face turns into a grimace. it seems like there's no point in lying and trying to make you believe that what the man standing beside you said is not true.

you start getting impatient as he keeps his mouth shut.

"FOR HOW LONG?" you scream out, tears rushing down your face. you don't notice the soothing movement of a thumb against your upper arm.

"almost a year." he whispers out, finally looking up at you with teary eyes.

"oh my god." you move trying to make your way towards him out of sheer anger but the hand on your arm holds you back, not making you go anywhere as strong arms engulf you in a warm hug.

"shh, it's okay." mingi soothes you as you sob, caressing your hair. you can't do anything but lay your entire weight on his strong chest, crying out without control as you feel your heart break more with every moment that goes by.

his caresses work the trick as you start calming down, and you move your head from his shoulder, looking straight in the eyes of your now ex lover.

he is looking at the two of you with a sadness mixed with anger, guilt eating up at his mind and consuming his thoughts entirely.

"sweet little girl, what do you say? shall we give him a little show?" you hear mingi whisper in your ear softly, with such a smooth voice that makes your ears tingle.

you look up at him with big eyes, a lost expression engulfing your features.

"don't you wanna show him what he lost by being unloyal? don't you think he deserves it?"

your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you can hear your heart beating inside your ears, your blood flowing in all the wrong places.

"what...what do you get out of this?"

he moves his hand from around you and places it gently on your face, his thumb catching on your lip and pulling it back, making a blush spread across your cheeks.

"my own revenge...and a good fuck with the prettiest angel i've ever seen."

as you hear the words leave his mouth your stomach starts doing flips inside your body, your blush spreading up to your ears as you stare at him in a stunned silence.

you don't question the reason behind his wish for revenge. you just stare at him with doe eyes that make him think of way too inappropriate things, but he is willing to be patient and take his time with you, for the sake of making sure he has your consent.

you look back at yunho who's looking at the two of you with a lost expression, not having heard the words that you and mingi just exchanged.

as you stare at his face, you think of all the times you lied awake, all the times you patched his bruises up, all the times he lied straight to your face.

you turn back to face mingi, and stand up on your tippy toes to reach his face, catching him by surprise as his lips touch yours in a heated kiss.

your hands wander over the expanse of his broad back as his find their place on your waist, holding you tight against him. you feel the print of his hardening bulge against your thigh, and have to hold back a moan.

you don't even realize how all your thoughts are completely clouded by him until yunho's voice interrupts your train of thought.

"please, baby..don't.."

mingi detaches his lips from yours, turning to face yunho with a smirk.

"should have thought about it before cheating on her with my girl, yunho. now shut the fuck up and behave, with every sound i hear from you i'm going to fuck her twice as harder. understood?"

yunho nods with misty and pained eyes and a trembling lip, feeling the bile in his throath rising as he witnesses Mingi pushing you back against the bed and taking his shirt off.

you stare up at him as your eyes trace every little line of muscles on his chest. he gives you a small smile, watching your big eyes eat his figure whole.

"like what you see?"

he asks, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

you nod shily, feeling your cheeks burn from getting caught staring.

"so cute..isn't she such a cute one yunho?"

you hear a muffled whimper coming out of your boyfriend's (now ex) mouth.

"mh? what was that?" mingi asks cockily.

he then lowers his voice and sends you a dark look.

"let me see those pretty tits doll."

you scramble with nervous fingers to take off yunho's tank top from you body, nipples immediately hardening in anticipation.

"fuck, baby. you look so perfect."

he leans down, letting his mouth wander all over your neck until he reaches one of your tits and immediately starts biting on it.

as he lowers his body between your legs, you get a clear view of yunho's face, looking straight at him as you moan out in pleasure.

you bite your lip and lean your head back, opening your legs even more as mingi bites and sucks on your nipple, making sure to mark you without asking for permission.

"oh god...fuck.." you let out a slew of incoherent curses as his mouth leaves your nipple in favor of biting down your stomach.

"that's not my name, baby. call me sir, understood?"

you don't answer, too lost in the feeling of two of his fingers pinching your nipple and his tongue licking at your belly.

he abruptly detaches from your body, slapping your tit in a reprimanding manner.

"i asked you a question, slut."

you whine out, at the loss of stimulation and at the sting on your skin.

"yes, i understood." you answer in a whiney voice, forgetting all about the man that cheated on you being right in the same room as you, your focus only on the dark eyes cutting right through you.

"yes who?" he asks with a low growl, suddenly gripping your chin harshly.

your eyes get misty with tears as the pain shoots through your jaw and goes straight to your pulsing cunt.

"yes sir."

he smiles again, lowering his head to give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

"such a good girl, why don't you take off your shorts for me, mh?"

you immediately raise your hips from the bed under you, scrambling to get the shorts off your legs and throwing them carelessly to the ground, forgetting about an important detail.

"oh fuck" mingi grumbles in a low voice as he stares at your naked pussy glistening with your juices.

he moves a bit to the right, gripping one of your thighs to make sure your legs are wide open for him and the man behind him to see.

"you see this, yunho? she was waiting for you in skimpy shorts and no fucking panties on, and your fucking dumbass had the courage to cheat on her for months. such a fucking perfect pussy, uh? shame you won't ever get to taste it anymore. s'mine now."

you feel your pussy throb at his words, satisfaction clouding your mind as you watch as yunho's eyes start watering, his face falling more with every second that goes by.

mingi decides he has had enough of waiting, and finally lowers himself on his knees at the edge of the bed, looking up at you with gentle eyes.

"you still okay with this?" he asks, wanting to make sure you're comfortable with what the two of you are doing.

"yes sir" you mumble out as you look at him with widened doe eyes, your impatience taking over as you feel his breath getting closer to where you need him the most.

"please.." you whine, feeling his lips press softly against your inner thighs.

"please what, sweet girl?" he asks in a sugar coated tone, licking a stripe from your knee to the juncture that connects your thigh with your core.

"please...eat me out, sir." you moan out as embarassment floods your cheeks. No one has ever asked you to beg for things but you'd have never expected to like it so much.

"since you asked so nicely." he says, before diving in straight for your clit. he suckles on it and swirls his tongue in a back and forth motion, making you see stars immediately.

"oh fuck..sir...feels too good."

you don't notice the tears running down your ex boyfriend's face copiously, his lip red and bitten from trying to keep silent, his cock ashamedly hard under his pants.

you're too concentrated on the tongue working magic on your spasming pussy, grasping mingi's hair in your hand tightly as you almost lose control over your senses.

he fits one finger inside your pussy, the combination of the two different stimulations making your legs tremble in delight as he builds up your orgasm so fast and wrecks your mind at the same time.

you're a babbling mess, spitting nonsense and unintelligeble praises to the man between your legs, begging for permission to come.

"please, sir. i'm so close." you cry out, louder than you've ever been, and watch as he opens his dark eyes to look straight inside your soul from his position between your legs.

he detaches from your clit for a few seconds as he adds another finger inside your hole, making your whole body shake from the constant hits at your g-spot.

"go ahead doll, let me see how pretty you look as you come for me."

he attaches himself to your clit once again, and a few gentle sucks paired with his swift fingers working wonders inside you are all it takes to make you let go and orgasm on his digits, your pussy spasming hard around them and gushing all over his face.

you gasp in a mouthful of oxygen as you feel your senses come back to you. looking down you notice the drops of your pleasure coating mingi's face and immediately go pale out of sheer embarassment.

"never happened before?"

you shake your head no, still feeling mortified at the thought of having squirted on a strangers face, but he doesn't seem to mind it all.

"tch, couldn't even fucking make her squirt. I guess i might need to give you some lessons, yunhie." he turns his head to smile sadistically at the restrained men, noticing the stream of wetness under his eyes which only makes him smile wider.

"sir.." you ask in a small and timid voice.

"yes pretty girl?" he asks, caressing your tummy, noticing your rushed breathing.

"wanna suck you off. can I? please."

he smiles, cocking an eyebrow at your pliant behaviour. "Of course, you're being so good for me baby."

your fingers immediately start working his pants down his legs, a gasp leaving your open mouth as the print of his hard cock stands right in front of you face, tip oozing out precum and staining the grey fabric of his underwear.

your mouth waters as you pull start pulling his briefs down, only for mingi to stop you.

"lick it through my boxers baby."

you do as he says, wetting the fabric and making it become transparent around his length, your mouth trying to engulf and suck on it even through the cotton.

"look at this." he says to yunho, gesturing towards your head basically nuzzled on his pelvis.

"so hungry for cock. what is it baby? was yunhie not giving you enough of it?"

you whine out, nodding as you try your best to stimulate him even with the fabric being in the way.

"then I guess I'll have to come to the rescue, uh?"

he suddenly moves your head away from his cock, freeing it from its confines with one hand as the other gets ahold of the base.

he slaps it against your cheek a few times, smearing his precum everywhere, before taking ahold of your shoulder and moving you to the side, making your profile visible to yunho.

"c'mon, show him how hungry you are for my cock. give him something to cry for."

you immediately latch your lips on his tip, sucking gently and moving your tongue side to side on his slit.

you start bobbing your head up and down on it, trying to fit what you can inside your mouth as you work the rest with your hands.

you feel his fingers tangling inside your hair, gently guiding you into a steady rhythm, while his other hand is caressing your jaw, uncaring of the saliva dripping down it and towards your neck.

"fuck, not even whores suck cocks this good. you're fucking amazing."

you moan out at the praise, the sound muffled by the heaviness of his length on your tongue.

a whimper leaves yunho's mouth at the sight of you being so pliant for another man, but deep down he knows that he deserves it. he was the first one to make a mistake.

your pussy is sopping wet by the time mingi starts losing control over his body and starts thrusting is cock a bit deeper than before.

you hold back a gag, trying not to choke on his cock as it forces itself against the back of your throath with a precise pace.

"fuck, baby. gotta stop before I cum."

he forces himself out of your mouth, even though his senses are screaming at him to be selfish and chase his own pleasure.

he helps you up, settling you on the bed once again, taking note of your slightly swollen and bruised knees.

"how do you want it, doll?" he asks, taking ahold of his cock and stroking it lazily.

you look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your face wet with saliva and precum. You clear you troath and swallow before saying "sit down on the bed, please."

he cocks an eyebrow before smiling coily, but nonetheless sits down next to you, scooting towards the point that your patting with your hand

you stand up and turn around, facing yunho's shaking and sobbing form.

you look straight into his eyes as you sit down on mingi's lap, his chest glued to your back, your hands on his thighs as you move to make space for his cock between your legs.

he immediately understands what you're doing and takes ahold of it, positioning the tip right under your entrance.

"this is what you get for cheating on me." you say, before sinking down on mingi's length, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock press against your warm walls.

mingi hisses in pleasure, getting ahold of your hips as you start bouncing slowly on his dick, using his strong thighs as leverage.

"fucking perfect, aren't you? So warm and soft around me doll."

you moan out, head thrown back against his shoulders as you feel his tip hit deep inside you on the spot that makes you see stars.

you pick up your pace, his low grunts motivating you to go faster.

yunho watches with lost eyes that keep filling with tears, and thinks that if he had the power to, he would probably pull his hair out from the frustration.

mingi peppers kisses all over your neck as one of his hands makes his way to your clit, playing with it at a fast pace as you start moaning louder and clenching down on him.

"fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, slut."

you whine out at the degrading name, feeling your orgasm approaching faster that normal.

"sir..I'm so close."

"yeah? close to cumming just because I called you a slut? i suppose you really are one then, uh?"

you whine out even louder that before, feeling tears sting at your eyes from the overbearing pleasure rushing through your body.

"well, good sluts, get a reward, don't they yunho?"

he moves his hand from your clit in favor of taking ahold of the back of your thighs, suddenly raising them in the air, basically folding you in a half, your pussy on display for yunho to see as mingi's cock starts ramming in and out of it.

he uses your spread thighs in the air to hold you in place as he fucks into you with such a vigour it makes you see stars behind your eyelids, your mind melted into a puddle, not able to form a coherent thought.

"touch yourself." he groans out, and you follow his command by mere istinct, rolling your clit between your fingers and moving it fast to match his pace.

as his strokes keep getting rougher you feel the build in your core becoming unbereable to hold in.

"sir, m'gonna cu-cum" You whine out in a desperate and high pitched voice.

"go ahead sweet girl, cum all over my cock."

you immediately feel the knot explode inside your lower belly, a gush of liquid coming out of your pussy and landing on mingi's thighs and on the floor in front of you as you moan out loud a slew of curses and words, completely delirious from the pleasure.

mingi groans as he feels you tightening and spasming around him, ramming into you in sloppy movements as he also reaches his peak, shooting his warm load deep inside your pussy.

you both moan out as the last bits of your pleasures consume you whole. Your body slumps against his strong chest as he struggles to regain his breathing, letting go of your thighs and putting his hands on your waist.

the cries and whimpers coming from yunho are what wakes you up from the dazed state clouding your mind. You open your eyes and watch as his chest stumbles with heavy sobs. "please, please, no more, I'm sorry, please."

"oh god."

mingi groans out loud next to your ear.

"as he always been such a whiney little bitch?"

you chuckle lightly at his annoyed voice, but decide not to answer, too tired to process a response.

he kisses you sweetly on the cheek, caressing your sides with his fingers before whispering lowly inside your ear. "wanna make him suffer a little longer?"

thx for reading!!

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mooncleaver · 2 years

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HŌTŌ NABE

・✶ ｡ﾟ’"fushiguro... you never told me your mom was so hot!"'

pairings: fushiguro megumi x mother!reader

warnings: MILF reader and yūji being the best boy

Zzzt zzt..

Megumi's phone buzzed as he and Yūji were walking back to their respective rooms, exhausted after fulfilling yet another one of Gojō's (deceiving) missions. Taking the device out of his pocket, Megumi opens the awaiting texts.

Mom Gumi honey, I'm cooking dinner tonight. Will you come home? 17:15

Mom Heh actually, I'm already on my way to pick you up! Love you ❤️ 17:20

Megumi sighs but a small smile is glowing on his face. Despite your spontaneity and craziness sometimes, you were the best woman he'd ever had the chance to know, to be loved and cared by; Megumi wouldn't change it for the world. Thinking about it again, there really was no downside to this. (maybe except now, he'll probably have to tell Itadori about it. sigh) He gets to bask in the familiar comfort of his home and eat home cooked meals—one from his mother no less. Everyone knows you don't refuse food from your mother.

Ok mom, I'll be waiting in front of the dorms. Itadori is also with me. Love you too :) 17:23

A curious voice made its presence known right next to his ears, eyes peering just a little bit too close for comfort. "Who're you talking to, Fushiguro?" Yūji asked.

"My mom. She'll be coming here soon." Megumi doesn't give a chance for Yūji to reply, already walking to their destination.

Yūji paused, freezing in his spot for a second as his friend's words settles. He tries to dig up any memories of Megumi mentioning his mother but.. his mind goes blank. Huh. Seems like this is really the first introduction of you. He's left pondering much about you, leisurely with his hands in his pockets as a thousand thoughts passed his head; is she also grumpy like Megumi? is she a sorceress too? what does she look like? His question was answered as he watched a figure walking towards the compound, Megumi taking that as a cue to approach you from where he and Itadori were standing. Truth be told, Yūji could just walk into his room since it was quite literally next to the shikigami user's, but he was admittedly pretty curious about the grumpy boy's mother. Plus, Megumi didn't make any comments when Yūji chose to wait with him, so he took that as a silent invitation.

Walking up to the familiar stairs, you bask in the absolute nostalgia you're getting. You remember years ago when you attended jujutsu high. It was rigorous and draining, but you made several good friends and honed your technique over the years, so that makes up for it.

You weren't completely estranged from the world either. You just opted to move into your own place after getting pregnant with Megumi, figuring that it'd be better to raise him away from the action. It allowed you to focus on your baby and how to sustain the both of your living outside of fighting curses. Fortunately, you received financial support for the most part—enough for the first few years of going solo. You owed Yaga your life for convincing the elders to provide you with support so you and little Megs could live comfortably. Nowadays, you choose to accept a few missions when there were shortages of sorcerers—which was honestly a lot more than you would've liked, but you still enjoyed traveling and the thrill of it. Who's to say you weren't powerful yourself?

The moment you stepped two meters from his vision, Itadori Yūji was absolutely bewitched. Not only were you practically glowing under the violet-laden afternoon sky, but he saw so much of Megumi inside of you. From the gentle slope of your nose to the pronounced planes of your cheeks, to even the smile that was rarely on the boy's face; there were countless traces of your features that were practically replicated onto your son's face. Now that you were standing next to each other—ruffling the said teenager's hair—it was clear as day that the woman in front of him was the one who bore his spikey-haired friend.

"Fushiguro... you never told me your mom was so hot!" He not-so-discreetly whispers, eliciting an enchanting laugh from you. Megumi sharply turns to Yūji's face and promptly smacks the back of his head, a menacing scowl on his face.

"You must be Itadori Yūji. You're so cute!" You exclaim and move to squish his cheeks like those sweet old ladies who’s just seen a little toddler, flattered by his.. honest words.

"T-thank you Fushiguro-san.." He lets out, rubbing the back of his head in hopes to relieve the minuscule throb. (and to hide the blush on his cheeks, but no one needs to know about his frankly obvious display of adoration)

"You know I'd love to talk more, but we better get going now. Time doesn't wait for anyone! Itadori-kun, you're welcome to come over for dinner. Megumi won't mind, would he?" You turned to face you son nestled under your arms, squeezing his shoulders lightly to urge him to say yes.

It made you very happy to see that he made somewhat of a friend in the jujutsu world. Call it a mother instinct, but you could tell that they would be the best of friends some day. You saw the way he seemed to warm up to Yūji despite his initial distrust or the way Megumi was already protective of Yūji. There was something about how they stood like the sun and the moon, never faltering to revolve around each other regardless of their opposite nature. Their brewing friendship was like a spark of hope to you that later in the future when you are no longer walking amongst the living, your son would have someone else to rely on. It might take a long time for them to reach that bond, but that was what his teen years were for; you were sure Megumi would find a fine and true brother in Yūji.

The mentioned boy just sighs, nodding his head at the slight threat. He already predicted this the moment he mentioned having Itadori with him over text. It truly wasn't so bad to invite the energetic vessel over, and at this point, he probably should start getting used to Yūji's company.

"Ah really?! As long as Gojo-sensei doesn't make me do more of cursed energy training.. I'll go! Thank you, Fushiguro-san." He bows deeply and looks up, stars sparkling in his slackened eyes. To be honest, he's thankful for the gracious offer, because Yaga's cursed doll gives him chills..

When they arrived from the chatter-filled car ride (mostly of him talking his ear of while you listened attentively and answered back in equal enthusiasm), Yūji took his time to observe the Fushiguro residence. It was a quaint home littered with lumber and cypress palisades, pops of earthy and deep-toned furniture decorating the area while milky, transparent sheets adorned the blinds and light covers. Entering the genkan, it felt as if he was walking through somebody's life in the blink of an eye. Photos of Megumi as a child and remnants of a young woman brightly smiling were framed everywhere, mixed and matched all over the walls as if they were mosaics of happiness. There was just an inexplicably joyous and uncannily familiar essence radiating from this place.

After putting their shoes aside, you had urged them to go upstairs or wait in the living room while you cooked. Instinctively, the teenagers had declined and declared that they would help you cook, but after you told them it would be fine and that this was supposed to be a 'special treat' for their hard work they reluctantly ventured to Megumi's room.

About 30 minutes after the two sorcerers hung out in Megumi's room—which consisted mostly of Yūji screaming about the action figures, dog plushies and pictures inside the childhood room, resulting in Megumi scowling and slapping the pinkettes' hands away from the (precious) items—they heard a loud call from you, quickly running down the stairs to answer.

"Boys, could you help me set up the table please? Dinner should be ready in a few minutes." You requested, receiving a positive 'ok!' and a 'sure mom' from the other end.

Yūji had decided that this place was a real life heaven. While he was helping to put down the utensils, absentmindedly placing the silverware and only moving on after he heard a crisp 'clink' from them, he smelled what could be described as ambrosia from the kitchen. There were so many of them all at once, spices, sweets, earth and soil; his senses were in overdrive the closer he got to the kitchen. So as one does, he trailed over to the source of the wafting nectar like a little mouse and sheepishly stood near you as he peered over the isles.

"So Fushiguro-san.. what are you cooking?" He eagerly questions. Whatever the answer was going to be, he truly did not mind what kind of food it was at all because Yūji would really ravish anything served to him. (especially one that's free!)

"I'm making hōtō, dear." You answer, plating the remaining side courses while the dashi broth was boiling in a pot. It was quiet for a millisecond and you assumed the conversation was over until a sharp, flabbergasted gasp flooded your ears, instinctually whipping your head behind you.

"EH?? FROM YAMAN—"

"—NASHI PREFECTURE!" You complete together, now standing with your legs and eyes wide open, pointing the ladle in your hand at the boy who was standing identically in front of you.

There was an underlying tone of deep respect and true admiration as he spoke his next words and you almost thought he was exaggerating, but the expression on his face proved otherwise. "Wow, you're.. you're a goddess Fushiguro-san."

"I haven't had that dish in years!" The boy practically had stars in his eyes, shining so brightly at the thought of eating such nostalgic food.

"Aish.. you flatter me too much Yūji-kun." You couldn't help the sheepish chuckle that escaped your lips as you scratched the back of your neck. "I actually went back to Yamanashi recently! I learned a recipe for the udon, but it definitely doesn't compare to local-made hōtō; a godsend dish if you ask me." You declare while you tapped the pads of your fingers onto your chin, mind flooded with thoughts of that soup. Yūji looks up too, mirroring your actions as he wholeheartedly agrees, bopping his head with utmost seriousness.

Megumi just sighs where he's standing for the up tenth time, continuing to set up the plates and cutlery.

Dinner being delicious would be a criminal understatement. It was divine. The noodles were absolutely delectable and the kabocha was so tenderly cooked, it added a nice, sweet and nutty flavor. The myriads of vegetables decorating the dish added a beautiful touch to its presentation, woven with deep sage-green webs and plumed heads of delicate mushrooms on its surface; they could tell each bowl served to them was handcrafted with much care and most importantly: love. That's what made eating this meal so special to them, the fact that they could taste the effort that you made it with. Not to mention the broth was seasoned to perfection—a classic, mouthwatering miso-based soup. The moment it touched the tip of their tongues it was like magic, all of it a welcomed firework of flavor and textures settling in their mouths. One tentative taste and the two boys were already chomping down the food in mere minutes.

Having the warm concoction flowing down his throat, Yūji felt as if he was home. Whenever or wherever it may be, he finds that eating soulful, homecooked food transports him to a place where he could feel the sun skirting his skin, offering a tentative embrace while the cool breeze brought the scents of cherry blossom and cardamom that has him closing his eyes. And every time he did there’d be this familiar laughter surrounding him,—maybe it was of a man?..or a woman! he could never tell—teasing as it whispered around his ears, almost like it was playing a game of catch when he’d open his eyes and they disappeared. Whoever the sweet sounds belonged to.. it always brought him a sense of comfort in his heart—like he was finally there where he belonged.

With the short time of knowing you, Yūji already felt a connection with you. You were so genial and welcoming, not treating him any differently after knowing that he had a doomsday-demon contained inside of him. Yūji would not forget your kindness as you put more food into his bowl or the way you only chuckled with those beautiful lines surrounding your eyes when he accidentally spilled some of his soup on the table. Despite his mistakes, his clumsiness and his flaws, you treated him as if he was your own son. You were like the mother he never knew.

After asking for seconds (Yūji asked for thirds, actually, but he was on the verge of passing out from being too full despite the words coming out of his mouth) and cleaning their plates, they headed over to the living room to repose their filled stomachs following a rewarding dinner.

Though not even a moment later they heard you exclaim something from the kitchen in slight urgency, "I almost forgot! There's manju and mochi in the fridge boys, please eat them well."

A barely-there excited glint lit up in Megumi's eyes (he was a sweet tooth at heart, really) and Yūji almost screams in joy, enthralled that you kept feeding him with all these piquant foods.

From that day on, he refers to you as the 'food goddess' every time you crossed paths.

The next day, Yūji got a neatly wrapped metal container from a passing Megumi. Yet again, he didn't have the chance to even ask what it was. The shikigami user already disappeared as if he was never there, leaving Yūji to stand there with one of his hands outstretched and mouth opened like a fool. At first, the boy had stared at the warm item in his hands, confused as to what it could be. He didn't think he'd ordered anything recently.. but to his absolute delight, it was filled to the brim with left over hōtō from his impromptu dinner invite.

If it were possible, the twice-cooked dish tasted even better. It was stronger and starchier, the soup and its fillings perfectly saturated with potent flavor. After reminding himself to thank you in the future (and to deliver a thanks and an apology to Megumi after he was practically groveling at the boy's feet on the way back to the dorms for him to bring more of your food) he totally devoured the meal, leaving not an inch of the container covered in leftover soup. When he finally got up from his seat, he noticed a small note attached to the bag, swiftly picking it up and reading the contents of the patterned paper.

Hi Yūji-kun :D

I hope you received the hōtō in time, I thought you might want it again since you almost fainted when you tasted it yesterday hehe~ And please, you're always welcome here if you want to eat or just to visit. It's always a joy to have another kid around the house :D also, do me a favor to remind Megumi to eat his breakfast, lunch and dinner. Thank you!

— Fushiguro Y/N

for a second there i felt such a deep surge of love and sympathy for yuji.. i think u can probably tell when it was

im so happy that my last mamaguro fic got positive responses! thank you for reading :D i think next i'll post a toji-centric one :)

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cosmic-starfall · 28 days

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Love Letters

Hualian, Xianle quartet (romantic), 3 times Xie Lian sent love letters, and the 1 time he received them in return. Threadfic, this is part 1.

In the hot and heavy summer air, Xie Lian lay dozing. He and Hua Cheng were outside their little house in the mortal realm, laying in the shade of a tree on a blanket spread over soft grass. Xie Lian pillowed his head on the chest of the half-reclined ghost king, tracing patterns onto his skin with his fingertip where Hua Cheng's robes had almost fallen off his shoulder.

They had come out here under the pretense of relaxing, or perhaps even meditating. But it had turned into an amorous embrace, robes loosened to cool off as they added to the summer heat. They had slowed down now, simply basking in each other's presence.

Hua Cheng carded a hand through Xie Lian's hair, having taken it down and mindlessly wove little braids on either side. This was what had caused Xie Lian to doze, relaxing under the hypnotic feeling of Hua Cheng's hands playing with his hair.

Xie Lian sighed contentedly, melting even more until he felt he could conform his body to the one he laid on. He turned to press a soft kiss to Hua Cheng's chest, gone almost fever-warm from the humid atmosphere, like stone left in the sun.

"Are you awake now, gege?" Hua Cheng murmured, kissing the top of his head.

"Five more minutes." Xie Lian replied, wrapping his arms more securely around him and curling his legs closer.

"Gege isn't too hot?" Hua Cheng's hand left his hair and he gave a protesting whine. Then there was a soft breeze, and he cracked open his eyes to see that he had summoned a fan, waving it steadily.

"No, this is perfect." Xie Lian yawned. "But we really should get up in a few minutes. We're supposed to have guests today."

Hua Cheng scoffed. "If they bother showing up."

"San Lang, be nice. They're making an effort."

Even so, he let himself drift off for longer than he perhaps should have. When they finally disentangled themselves and prepared to receive their guests for dinner, Hua Cheng succeeded in distracting him no less than ten times.

By the time dinner was ready, Xie Lian had hardly finished setting it out on the table when he was once again swept into the arms of an impatient ghost king. He was up against a wall, kissing Hua Cheng with his hands buried in his hair when there was a knock at their door.

"Be right there!" He called, and Hua Cheng reluctantly let him go, stealing one last kiss.

His dear friends Feng Xin and Mu Qing stood outside, looking like they could tell exactly what had been happening before they had knocked. Xie Lian smiled. "It's been too long! Come in, I just finished making dinner."

Their expressions turned grim at the pronouncement.

"There's no need, we're just dropping in for a short while." Feng Xin said.

"Does he have to be here?" Mu Qing added, looking at Hua Cheng.

The ghost king grinned. "Do you?"

"Sit down, both of you. I'm just dying to know what's been happening in heaven while I was gone."

His guests took one side of the table, and Hua Cheng sat next to him. His heart sank a little when they didn't take any of his stew, he thought it looked quite good this time around.

The news from heaven was sparse. Nothing exciting, just the usual petty drama.

"Except for our mission." Feng Xin finally said.

"A mission? What for?" Xie Lian tried to surreptitiously serve him a bowl of stew.

"It's not that exciting." Mu Qing said. "Some village praying for help, an infestation of ghosts causing trouble."

"And both of you are going?"

"We were both asked for." Feng Xin said. "And neither of us were willing to concede to the other for the privilege of taking on the task."

Mu Qing shot him a humorless grin. Evidently they had already fought about it.

Xie Lian sighed. "Be safe you two. If anything goes wrong don't hesitate to ask for help."

"They'll be fine, gege." Hua Cheng reassured.

Later, when their guests had left, Xie Lian started writing a letter. It was a silly idea, like Hua Cheng had said, they would be okay without him. But it was reassuring to draw up spells along with well-wishes. He'd make two, and send them along when they left for their mission. Hopefully the letters would cheer them up and keep them from fighting each other too badly. And the spells could be useful, if the situation turned dangerous.

Hua Cheng watched over his shoulder, and insisted on adding his signature as well. When they were sealed, the last of the evening light far gone, he pulled Xie Lian to bed. He had his own method of settling his worries.

Having poured his affection into the letters, Xie Lian had no idea just how much they would affect his two closest friends.

#cosmic speaks #my fanfiction #hualian #xianle quartet #threadfic

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sakurachan7734 · 17 days

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Teenage rebellion

Chapter 7: opera singer

Tw: attempted murder

Charlie: so how am I going to get in without people noticing I’m a robot?

Zachary: we will just give the guy your ticket and say you’re gonna be late and we will help you get in through a window

Charlie: ok

Meanwhile with Aristotle in the dressing room

Aristotle pov

I have been waiting for this for a long time and I can’t mess this up in the slightest I have been practicing for months hopefully nothing goes wrong with the show i had finished putting the dress on and now working on my hair and jewelry I know my boyfriends are coming over so I’m not to worried

Meanwhile with Jackson and Charlie

Jackson:* pull Charlie up to the window* geez you’re heavy

Charlie: i’m a robot I’m made of metal Jacka$$

Jackson: I know but I have no muscle on my body

Charlie: then why are you putting me into the theater?

Jackson: they told me to do it since I have the longest arms

Charlie:* climbs with the window* yea i understand now thanks

Jackson: you’re welcome let’s go sit down

They all sit down on a balcony seating area to watch the show when the show starts they were so memorized by Aristotle singing they didn’t notice the somebody was on the stage lights and unscrewing some of the screws so if somebody moves it would immediately fall on someone a few minutes past and someone moves the light to the side Aristotle is on and the light falls on nearly everyone, including Aristotle everyone in the theater starts freaking out and a ambulance was called a ambulance

Zachary: what the hell happened?!

Charlie: I don’t know!!

Jackson: calm down you two!! I’m sure Aristotle will be fine!

Zachary: listen I know you’re blind but Aristotle got crushed

Jackson: what isn’t Aristotle already dead?

Zachary: yes but I don’t know if their father can bring them back if they do end up in the hospital

Jackson:……

Charlie: let’s just hope that they survive

A few minutes later a ambulance arrived and takes everyone everyone to the hospital and a lot of them were pronounced dead on the spot only a few lived Aristotle was one of them but they are in a full body cast and would be out of the hospital in a few months

Aristotle pov

Welp everything that could have went wrong went wrong and now I’m in the hospital in a body cast I probably won’t be released until the beginning of summer I’m surprised that I survived a 20,000 pond light falling on me every part of my body hurts I’m lonely In here because I can’t have gusts right now because It’s about 10:30 pm

Aristotle is about to go to sleep but they heard a knock on the window looking over to see Jackson, Charlie and Zachary opening the hospital window

Aristotle: should I be scared or impressed that you guys found my room?

Charlie: both

Aristotle: you guys are cute when you are worried when one of us gets hurt

Zachary: you almost became a pancake why wouldn’t be worried?!

Aristotle: hay hay I get it don’t be to loud there are other people here

Zachary: oh sorry

Jackson:* sits down on a chair next to the bed* so how are you feeling?

Aristotle: fine everything hurts

Charlie: I can imagine oh and they people that took out the screws

Aristotle: really who?

Zachary: you know those twins Leon and Luis?

Aristotle: yea?

Zachary: well apparently from what Charlie found out is they were planning on sabotaging the show because they didn’t like anyone who was singing but they didn’t plan on killing anyone or causing any harm they tried saying that they unscrewed the wrong light

Aristotle: f**king Christ

Jackson: yea nobody believed them and they are in jail

Aristotle: good

Jackson: when will you be out of here?

Aristotle: probably at the beginning of summer

Charlie: ok we will miss you and we will visit you

Aristotle: I know you will

They all hang out for a few minutes until Charlie, Zachary and Jackson go home

The next day

Lavender: how are you feeling?

Aristotle: fine body hurts

Lavender: good dads are on the way

Aristotle: good

Lavender: why is there black goo everywhere?

Aristotle: my friends came over yesterday

Lavender: ok when will be back home?

Aristotle: probably when summer begins

Lavender: awww I will miss you

Aristotle: I know but you can visit me every day if you want to

Lavender: I know and I will!

Florence: hello Aristotle

Aristotle: hello father I’m glad you are here

Florence: why wouldn’t we be? If you were already dead you would be

Aristotle: I know father

Dýo: hay kiddo how are you feeling?

Aristotle: hay dad I’m fine my body hurts

Dýo: do you need any medicine?

Aristotle: as far as I know no I don’t

Florence: ok I think you may need to take some medicine when you are out

Aristotle: ok

A few weeks later with Zachary and zoe later that night

Zachary: what do you want Zoe?

Zoe: where are you going?

Zachary: to see one of my partners

Zoe: where?

Zachary: the hospital

Zoe: what happened to them?

Zachary: they just got really badly

Zoe: ok

Zachary leave the apartment to go to the hospital stoping by a florist to get Aristotle flowers before it made his was to the hospital

Zachary:* knocks on the door* Aristotle can I come in?

Aristotle: yes

Zachary:* enters the room* hi babe

Aristotle: hi Zachary

Zachary: it’s been a few weeks since I seen you how are you?

Aristotle: I have been fine I feel a bit better

Zachary:* puts the flowers down* good

Aristotle: aww you brought me flowers

Zachary: yea I did I figured I would

Aristotle: thank you

Zachary:* sits down on the bed*

Aristotle: ow don’t lean against me

Zachary: oh sorry anyway I wanted to ask you if when you get out of here do you want to go on a date in the woods with Jackson and Charlie?

Aristotle: you know I would love to

Zachary: good hopefully you can get out of here sooner

Aristotle: yea

Zachary and Aristotle talk for hours well if felt like a few minutes

Nurse: visiting time is over

Zachary: ok bye Aristotle

Aristotle: bye

Zachary: remember date night when you get out!

Aristotle: yes I will

End of chapter

#scp foundation #scp #scp containment breach #scp fan child #scp 035 #scp 049

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vic-kingsleigh · 1 year

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°•°LTS #07: The Big Bad Wolf

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: “He’s not jealous, and he doesn’t like him”

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dom!Jungkook x Sub!Jimin

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Jealousy, costume, lots of feelings, this is probably an unhealthy way of relating to other people so there's that.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was supposed to be a Halloween special but I’m a procrastinator, sue me.

→→→∙:♛:∙←←←

You liked Halloween, it's really nice to remember when you were just a kid that would go trick or treating, nothing else troubled you apart from who had the coolest costume. Speaking with Jk you two decided to have a nice marathon of scary movies.

Other years both of you would always be invited to halloween parties, but apparently this time most of your friends were doing different things... Time goes by so quick. Inviting Jimin was a given, since he was pretty constantly just at home and didn't mention anything about going out anywhere you just assumed he had nothing planned.

You were getting the living room ready with blankets, plates and glasses, anything you thought could be required for the movie night, your boyfriend had been in charge of going to the store and pickcing up snacks for the three of you as well as the candy for the trick or treating in case any kid showed up.

A sudden noise of the door opening startled you, it was precisely him. "Hey, did you find those cool gummies shaped like body parts?"

Every word was pronounced more and more silently , he looked mad, really mad, jaw clenched and mannerisms being a little bit too harsh

"Yeah, I did, and also everything else on the list. I'm going to take a shower" He didn't wait for your asnwer before making his way to the room. What on earth could've happened?

[...]

"You are lying to me, you're lying!" Jimin squealed in excitement, his bestfriend shook his head immediately with a smile "Nope, we're going to the party, I moved every single thing I had to do so we could go there together, like we used to"

Taehyung travels frequently for work, it's no surprise that he hasn't seen Jimin in almost a year, and despite staying in touch through social media it wasn't quite the same as being together and going out.

Jimin hugs him and jumps on his place "I have to go get ready like right now! Have to get my makeup done and decide what I'm going to wear and fix my hair and take a shower!" They both laughed "I figured, I'll do the same. Can I pick you up at... 8?" After agreeing they both part ways.

[...]

He can't fucking believe the audacity. He went out of his way to get that stupidly specific candy Jimin liked and ran to still make it to his school on time, for what? To find him hugging and giggling with some equally stupid boy. Yeah sure, he was tall and slim and attractive and had nice hair and a cute smile that made Jungkook sick to his stomach with just remembering, but what made him special?

"He could be someone from uni" he thought at first, but that was quickly discarded upon recalling Jimin's words about his classmates being shallow and really competitive, enemies almost.

He had never mentioned any friends, only ever casually receiving calls to work on group projects. Then who was this guy? Jimin looked so happy to see him, no boundaries between them at all. He had to be someone he knew from a long time ago. The situation made him angry, at least enough so that he wouldn't admit that everything derived from one emotion: Jealousy.

He could not be jealous, he was just trying to protect Jimin. He's naive and inexperienced and too sweet for his own good, someone could easily hurt him or take advantage of him, he was just trying to stop that from happening... Yeah.

He comes out of the shower with his mind not being any clearer, but he can't hide in there forever so he tries to calm down and meets you in the living room, he's sure some cuddles and kisses will help him feel much better and relax after-

He's there. That stupid guy from earlier that was hugging Jimin, he's there in the couch with you. Joking, and smiling, and sitting in his spot particularly.

"Love you took so long! This is Taehyung, he's Jimin's friend" You say happily, he stands up and formally greets JK "It's a pleasure to meet you"

The elder in the room looks pretty stiff, so you just carry on speaking with Taehyung about everything, where he met Jimin, what he does for work.

Jungkook thinks he looks stupid, why the fuck would a fully grown man be wearing dog ears and makeup? He's not a kid anymore, there is literally no fucking reason for that costume.

He understands soon enough what's happening when Jimin finally comes out of his room... Looking like eye candy. He's wearing a beautiful costume, a very adult version of what you recognize to be the little red riding hood. There's so many details, the make up is so well done and he looks a new level of stunning, needless to say he's wearing a skirt, you didn't think he'll have the courage for that in public but here we are.

"Don't stay up waiting for me, I'm trick or treating the hell out of tonight" He said with a mischevious smile "I think I'll have to do a whole lot of tricks tonight, couldn't let anyone eat you" Taehyung joked, Jungkook had to hold back a groan "Stop~ you ready to go?" And once they're both ready they say some goodbyes and leave the apartment.

You call Jungkook to the couch, hugging and covering him with the blanket, ready to watch the first movie of the night, you take a bowl of chips and start eating when the movie starts playing, it's all comfy

Jungkook believes he's finally found some peace after what he's been through today, and things are quiet and cozy for a good 40 minutes. Movies like this don't scare him usually, he's just basking in your warmth, that is until you get a call from your sister.

She has an emergency at work and can't take your little niece trick or treating, so for the sake of not breaking her heart you take upon the challenge, including staying the night to babysit the little one. Your lovely Kookie doesn't seem to have anything against it, so you get ready and leave the house in a rush.

As soon as the door closes behind you Jungkook lets out a frustrated scream in the pillow he's now hugging instead of you, this day couldn't be any fucking worse; at this point there's nothing else he can do, so he just sits there to watch the movie itinerary you picked together, no matter what he chooses from the table, every candy tastes sour now that his halloween has been completely ruined and he can't say or do anything about it.

He doesn't feel like laying in the empty bed and feeling cold and lonely, so after not so much deliberation he decides that pulling an all nighter is the only responsible thing to do, he has the tv for himself, whatever.

[...]

An unknown amount of time goes by and he finds himself surprised by a sound coming from the door, he was just in the living room, he sneaks a glance to the clock on the kitchen which states it's now 3am.

The door opens and Jimin comes in, not noticing the presence in the living room.

Jungkook looks at him. The younger walks properly, being far too careful of making noise and that shows he's not drunk. His clothes look almost the same as they did when he left, but not much can be observed with the darkness that's spread around the whole house.

The raven haired man gets up from the couch and walks decidedly towards the boy in the hallway. It's so sudden, all Jimin can feel it's how he's pressed to the wall and someone's holding his wrists behing his back.

He's surprised but doesn't resist, this was something that had been talked about before and he had no problem with it happening as part of their shenanigans. He feels happy, still pumped with adrenaline from the party he was in, so he smiles. "Oh no, the big bad wolf caught me, whatever shall I do?"

Jungkook's blood boils, he knows perfectly who was complimenting the costume as the wolf, and he doesn't take time to understand that the younger one meant it as a little joke coming from the outfit he's wearing.

"Wrong guess..." He growls, with the tip of his nose rubbing the back of Mimi's neck.

The latter goes stiff, goosebumps make him tremble and now he really feels like a prey that got caught. He thought you were the one that intercepted him on his way to his room. But knowing it was Kook... It's electric, such a rare ocurrence.

"Hy-Hyung I'm so sorry I was just, I thought that y/n-" He's interrupted by a sharp bite on his neck that makes him gasp.

"You're so disrespectful, you really need someone to put you in your place" He picks him up and takes him to the master bedroom, laying him on the bed.

"W-Where's mistress?" Jungkook crawls slowly on top of him, looking intimidating as ever. "Out, babysitting" And that's when everything clicks for the younger. He knows your boyfriend can become particularly moody when deprived of your company for long periods of time, he can ony imagine what he must've felt getting to spend halloween all by himself, he feels guilty and sad because he is supposed to be there to balance things out, and instead he left for a party.

"I'm so sorry that I wasn't here, if I knew you were by yourself I would've came back immediately" He says, Kook ignores it. "You know what I'm about to try. You either go to your room, or stay here" Mimi shakes his head and raises a hand to caress the elders cheek "I'm not leaving master, please, let me make it up to you"

That's all the confirmation Jungkook needs, he starts kissing Jimin as if he was starving for his attention, and that was the case. The younger is perfectly complaint, he's a very diligent worker and... He would be lying if he said he didn't feel something for the man in front of him.

It's absolutely intoxicating, it's like breaking every single moral rule he's ever known to lay his hands on the most delicious sin that's ever existed. Jungkook has your permission, and Jimin's consent, so why does it feel like he's venturing into forbidden territory is beyond him.

Touching the younger makes him feel alive. Every part he lays his hands on is different, but still delectable. Jimin is moaning and gasping and barely touching him back and Kook believes this is the version of paradise anyone would kill for.

He doesn't know how but by the time he pays attention again they're both naked and there's a condom in his hand. Something in his mind makes him freeze into place temporarily to think. But he has permission... And the luscious sight in front of him makes every nerve of his body burn and ache in anticipation. And so he just submits to his desires.

The moment he enters Jimin completely his body melts with pleasure, he groans and can't help but collapse on top of the younger who doesn't help his state by swiftly grinding at the same time he kisses his neck.

For the older it feels like an eternity, like his entire world is what's happening between them right now and nothing else will ever be important as this is. It's easy to feel the inevitable orgasm that's about to overwhelm his body, and so he attacks Jimin's weak spots.

It's like living again all those nights when your hands were on the younger, how Jungkook wished he was the one making him squirm and convulse in pleasure. He learnt each of those things involuntarily becuase even when he tried to forget those memories creeped up on him, during his dreams and waking moments they haunted him until he granted them permission to taunt him.

Here, this is it. If this is the way in which he can indulge in the greatest temptation he's ever felt, he'll take it. If this is the path to not have to say he doesn't love you when he clearly does, if this is the way to get what he craves without ever hurting you or having to give up the person he loves the most for the one he has desired with a newly found intensity... If this is how things have to work, then so be it.

Let him be a traitor, not to you, his beloved, nor to him, his muse. Only to himself, for today will be the first day of an inevitable curse he can no longer run away from. You stole his heart without permission, whereas Jimin is everywhere in his mind, always the center of his most deep and personal fantasies. He doesn't love him the same way he does with you, but he's completely aware he has been seduced, and is hopelessly blinded by his uttermost desires, and if he has to live like this to not loose both of the things he values more, he'll make the sacrifice without any doubt.

And he moans in bliss when he gets to see all of Jimins reactions to every dirty little secret he stealed from afar, soon enough they're holding each other during the intimacy of a shared orgasm that feels like the world crumbles around them from the sheer intensity of it.

But Jungkook makes a mistake. He contemplates the younger in his most vulnerable state, he takes in the beautiful sight that makes the first crack in his heart.

The morning comes and Jungkook opens his eyes. He feels really comfortable and there's a happy feeling on his chest. He looks aroung the room for a few seconds and then lowers his gaze.

There he is. He looks like a perfectly innocent little angel, all curled up around the elder's body and surrounding him with a warm hug. Jungkook's heart races and his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, he can barely function with the amount of confusing feelings he has right now.

#dom jungkook #sub!jimin #sub!idol #learningtoshare #kookmin

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glimmerglanger · 2 years

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upon the sun (kiss bingo fill)

Morning! I wanted to try to get in one more @codywankissbingo fill before the event ends and thought what better to try than a "first kiss" fill and then I thought, "What's the potentially most awkward place to try to kiss for a first kiss?" and thus this idea was born.

This is an AU during the war with Lady!Obi-Wan and (to current appearances) Lady!Cody. It's part of a much larger au I'm working on but alas I'm unsure when I'll finish the whole thing.

Warnings for drugging by aliens and spicy touching while in said drugged state (to be clear, they're both drugged), stopped before it goes very far at all.

Story and bingo card below:

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Usually, getting drawn into celebrations by a planet’s native inhabitants just resulted in a headache.

Cody suspected, somewhere deep down, this particular event would end the same way. She simply failed to bring herself to care.

She’d tried to, at first, but then the very grateful natives - some kind of reptilian race with a name that had too many ‘tch’ sounds and not enough vowels in it for Cody to pronounce, though Obi-Wan spoke like a native - had pressed a cup full of something into her hand and insisted she drink and…

All her worries had gotten a little further away after that, harder to reach. Which had been for the best, really, once she realized that the locals were having some kind of celebration with a very specific dress code and wanted them to join in.

Cody had hesitated about taking off her armor and peeling down her blacks, at first, and then Obi-Wan had walked past, bare-chested, and--

Cody’d never seen her General’s bare skin before. Not so much of it, anyway. Kriff, Obi-Wan wore gloves most of the time, revealing only a sliver of her neck and her face. Looking over and seeing nothing but skin all the way down to her waist - the hem of her kriffing leggings - did something to Cody’s head.

Obi-Wan had freckles over her shoulders and down her spine. And over her breasts. And her breasts were so full and soft, nipples pink and stiffening in the chilly air of the planet. Cody took another deep drink of the liquid in the cup, not thinking, and agreed to remove her armor.

She lost track of Obi-Wan briefly after that. The locals insisted on pulling Cody and some of the other troopers off to one side, showing them… a series of what turned out to be paints. Apparently, they decorated their scales during the celebrations and were eager to share the process.

Cody indulged for a little; it felt right to paint some suns here and there across her skin, and then the locals started tugging them along again.

They ended up shown to a spiral of…what appeared to be pillows and rugs, spread out throughout a huge clearing. The locals chattered something at Cody - they sounded happy, anyway - and gestured around.

She nodded back, said, “Thank you,” and wandered off. Plenty of the rugs already had occupants, both troopers and the locals and--

Cody’s body thrummed when she spotted the shine of evening sun off copper-tinted hair. She made her way over and around pillows and bodies, to her General, sprawled out on a rug close to the tree line and--

Gorgeous.

She had an arm thrown over a huge, cylindrical pillow, propping her up and arching her back and--she’d gotten into paint, too, apparently. There were designs in bright, vivid blue and gold across her shoulders and spilling down her chest, onto the soft swell of her breasts.

Including a sunburst, perfectly formed, high on the swell of her left breast.

Cody sat down beside her without thinking, gut all hot and warm and bubbly. “Having a nice evening?” Obi-Wan asked her, and Cody lifted her eyes away from the sun, and managed to reply after clearing her throat twice.

Cody spilled information about the troops, automatically, as she sank against a plush pillow. She’d made it halfway through a decent sitrep when one of the locals came by again and refilled her cup.

Cody drank deeply; she felt parched, thirsty for something beyond the warm liquid in the cup, staring at Obi-Wan as she spoke with their host, her face tilted up, glowing in the setting sun, the column of her throat long and perfect, shoulders strong and solid, and--breasts moving freely when she laughed at something.

Cody swallowed, hard, burning up with heat inside, noting it only distantly when the local moved away, down to the next person in the line.

“Well,” Obi-Wan started, tossing her hair over her shoulder, looking back towards Cody, “they seem very friendly.” She reached out, eyes soft and warm, not exactly focused, and trailed her fingers over Cody’s brow.

“Very friendly,” Cody agreed, shivering all over at the touch of Obi-Wan’s callused fingertips. She wanted to lean closer and could not, abruptly, recall why she shouldn’t.

Obi-Wan seemed not to mind, shifting more onto her back, accommodating the closeness, fingers trailing past Cody’s ear, over the buzzed strands of her hair; she’d never liked it long. “It occurs to me,” Obi-Wan murmured, hair a beacon across the green pillow below her, “that I’d like to be friendlier with you, Commander.”

“Yeah?” Cody asked, the world around still existing, surely, but getting further away by the moment as her gaze slid down again, drawn intently to the sunburst-- “I like being friendly.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan hummed, scratching her nails, just lightly, over the nape of Cody’s neck, which felt amazing and welcoming, and-- “Oh!”

Cody hadn’t been thinking. If she’d been thinking, she certainly wouldn’t have brought a hand up, terribly bold, to cup one of Obi-Wan’s breasts - kriff, her skin was even softer than Cody had imagined - and she wouldn’t have ducked her head, and she certainly wouldn’t have brushed a kiss to the curve of skin, right over the golden sun Obi-Wan had painted--

Obi-Wan gasped, ribs expanding, pushing her breast against Cody’s palm; Cody reflexively squeezed - small gods, she was so soft here - and pressed another kiss to the divinely soft skin, jaw aching, heat and wetness between her thighs and--

“Cody,” Obi-Wan gasped out, and Cody hummed, shifting up, considering that she’d have a better angle of attack to touch and kiss if she were, for example, between Obi-Wan’s thighs instead of stretched out beside her and--

And hands - not Obi-Wan’s hands - grabbing at her shoulder and pulling, had her lifting her mouth away, breathing ragged and open-mouthed as Obi-Wan stared into her eyes. Cody blinked, vaguely aware of…Crys, yes, it was Crys, saying, “Commander, are you listening?”

“No?” Cody hazarded, gaze slipping down, hungry--

Crys made an indignant sound, but that was hard to care about with Obi-Wan tugging on the back of her neck, beckoning her down and close--

Cody made a protesting noise when people grabbed her, dragging her bodily up and away, and she started to shove at them when someone - also Crys - slugged her across the jaw.

The pain brought a rush of clarity into Cody’s head and she blinked, spitting, “What the kriff?”

“They put something in the mead, sir!” Crys said, her voice shaking. “But a few of us didn’t like it so we didn’t drink any. And they’re trying to round us up. Taking us somewhere! We don’t think they’re up to any good.”

“It certainly sounds like they’re not,” Obi-Wan said, and Cody leaned around Crys to look as she rose to her feet, tossing her hair over her shoulder and reaching for the saber at her belt. She looked…flushed, cheeks and throat reddened, some of the color spreading down her breasts--

“I shall go and find out what’s going on directly,” Obi-Wan said, though her eyes looked just as glazed as Cody felt.

“Don’t go,” Cody said, and Obi-Wan met her gaze for a moment, heat there before Obi-Wan groaned and looked decisively away.

“Oh, darling,” she said, “it’s really for the best that I do. Perhaps let’s hope for both our sakes we don’t recall any of this in the morning.” Cody watched her go - kriffing hoping the memories of how her skin felt never faded away - and then shook herself, focused on Crys, and said, “Tell me what else is going on. And hit me again, if I lose focus.”

#codywankissbingo2022 #codywan #first kiss #SORRY CODY #aliens made them do it #kinda?#in a way #second base level spice #i have ideas for both blowing a kiss and spiderman kiss but just don't know if i'll have time to finish them before the end #we'll see i guess #dubcon due to drugged alien mead

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firespirited · 9 months

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Dolls are patient. They got their final cif wash today. I think the white werecat needs her fringe redoing, sometimes it's just a casualty of the degluing process.

Abbey got the chop, she was rooted with the bobbly tinsel all the way through. It's not too badly stripped so if anyone wants the hair, it's free. It's just unbrushable without frazzling up. Her face paint is chipped anyway. She's custom bait (free)

It has made me want a G1 Abbey very much but I'll be picky about tinsel and maybe her streaks. I think i'd be ok removing tinsel from a front line and parting but the whole head was too much. Might keep her body in case I find the right face Abbey but her torso and arms are all yellowed (you know how rough it can get with Abbeys) .

Catty's like new, the werecats have small paint scratches the faded paint stripes on the hair and one needs more plugs to the bangs. Lagoona 13 wishes is like new. I bought her as a duplicate for mine who got a full no fringe reroot on the day (bday gift from sis so she had to be perfect asap). She's gorgeous but it felt indulgent to have both when they're near clones.

Lagoona black carpet has a hard head. Probably brittle, she'd benefit from a front reroot in either blonde or a dark colour that goes well with that teal but with the head kept hot on a heat pad so that the vinyl holes close properly and don't crack open. I use a zigzag pattern like *. *. *. To avoid empty areas while leaving enough space between each hole to not crack open.

The two EAH are in decent condition with some small hair stripping from brushing them while full of glue. Clawdeen's front stripping is more pronounced but she was so incredibly sticky I'm amazed she kept so much hair. Cleo is a gorgeous version, a sweeter face, she's very tempting to keep but I have to be strict about the Mh crew LOL. Jinafire scaris needs restyling to her original haircut.

Only Catty, Clawdeen and the 2 EAH have full bodies. The werecats have arms missing but do have tails!

I'm not able to do bleaching this year, I don't have a place to put dolls in sunlight. The trade off is a cooler room so it's worth it. I'll have to pass on dolls with the understanding that they're unfinished.

Once they're fully dry I'll get photos and stick them on ebay (unless local dollblr folks want any - at cost)

My trade wishlist is emerald green, black saran, pink nylons, yasmin tone curvy fashionista for beauty cuties, afra curvy fsta for rainbow surprise skye rainbow, pale body for Kit (fsta or disney is fine or tipoffs to clones with her skintone). Abbey head with no wonk. (scaris skullshores or ddg). Elle eedee (with or without body), CAM Mummy head. But no big deal, I'm happy to continue slowly hunting.

Well, that's the plan, at least if nothing derails it LMAO. Otherwise it's back to the big shoe box for an other month or two.

The sun behind the foothills was doing that lightbeam thing that looks like movie magic on today's walk. It was spectacular.

#saf #dolls #Monster High

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nihils-trolls · 8 months

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Dexter "Lucky" Llukii

Pronounced: Decks-ter Yoo-key Male (he/him) Pansexual (no particular lean) Rust-Bronze cuspblood, 5'2", 13 sweeps Automated systems technician/repairtroll (mechanical engineering technician) Lusus: Cerberus Great Pyrenees

Description: Short, averagely sized individual with small horns placed on the forehead. Dark gray skin, scarring over right eye (keeps right closed usually.) Has short, scruffy black hair and rusty-brown eyes.

Dexter opens his right eye when communicating with spirits/ghosts to make sure they're actually ghosts. His right eye has a blind spot and otherwise is extremely blurry- however, can see ethereal beings perfectly.

Habits/Alignment: Dexter would be counted as a true neutral. He would prefer to not hurt anyone, but isn't afraid to get his hands a little dirty. Has a set of morals, but keeps to himself- following the flow and being pretty complacent for the most part. After all, he's just a lowbie. What could he possibly do about some big issue? (Hemoneutral, Mutant tolerant.)

Bio: Dex is a rather cheerful, optimistic troll. While he may be just some lowblood, he believes in making the most out of his life- it's a waste not to. Being too afraid to try something new? Not him. Do things half-assed, do them scared. You'll never know if you like it or not until you try.

Other than being able to interact with spirits (and commune with animal spirits,) Dexter is not a very notable individual. He gets up, goes to work and then does about his nightly business. He's not the best cook, but enjoys trying to anyway. Is a fan of sci-fi, sitcoms, anime. Likes all sorts of music. Not super strong or particularly athletic, but good at fitting in small spaces- flexible.

He's extremely handy with machinery and tech, and loves to tinker and fiddle in his spare time- which is sort of why he has the job he does. It'd be better if they paid him a little more, but he's not expecting that anytime soon.

Notes: Dex seems to have both the best and worst of luck. He sometimes gets into situations that can be serious, dangerous or even life-threatening. However, he always manages to get out of them with the minimal amount of harm. Or, completely unscathed.

#about #dexter stuff #dexter llukii #nihil writes #kinda

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teamrocketmemes · 1 year

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[ LUXIEM 1ST ANNIVERSARY ] PART 2

In honor of Luxiem’s first anniversary, this is a sentence starter from this Vox Akuma VOD where they reminisce about old phrases they all have said in a game format. I’m taking both the phrases discussed specifically as well as other funny quips said during the stream. Content warning for mild language. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.

“He’s preparing a feast for the eyes.”

“I just honk–”

“I turn into xQc when I’m drunk…”

“I just want a tiebreaker.”

“Farting in the Houses of Parliament should be allowed.”

“I’ve never heard this person say it but I know who it is.”

“I need to mega brain this.”

“I wanna give him an extra point just for that!!”

“He got style points.”

“Get in that chair, boy. I’m gonna start twerking.”

“It is a collab.”

“I’M TAKING THE BAIT!!!”

“All of the wise cracks and everything, [name] is giving us none of that because his raw concentration goes into his art.”

“Some letters are just impossible to draw with a mouse.”

“I keep on getting jebaited.”

“Half a sus.”

“Man, I hate being the host. I can’t draw amoguses.”

“Maybe I’ll treat you like my homework, slam you on the desk and do you all night.”

“How do you keep coming up with thess elaborate art pieces??”

“I think he’d make a great fun uncle one day.”

“Everyone knows about this. I regret it. I blame Hetalia and Tumblr. Let’s move on.”

“You may not repent for your sins. The internet is forever.”

“I definitely didn’t come up with this.”

“The slow fade in… Of the monkey…”

“I’m just a stupid boy and I’m learning.”

“I need the originator.”

“I don’t know if [name] is thinking or drawing or both at the same time.”

“I love that this implies he can’t do both.”

“He’s commissioning somebody to draw this for him.”

“There’s no way I could come up with something that hilarious on the fly.”

“Much to my dismay, I am cockless.”

“I had to restart my whole canvas. It was lagging.”

“This man is acting as though paint has layers.”

“This man needs to put his ambitions aside for the good of the game.”

“Oh yes, papi, skin me!”

“What does papi even mean??”

“It’s their equivalent of the word Daddy.”

“If this is me, I’m going to eat my own toes.”

“We pronounce it in the most dumb way you can imagine.”

“I reverted back to… My mind.”

“We gotta express ourselves through paint.”

“What we’re witnessing right now is [name]’s schizophrenia zone.”

“Wait— This is not what the Tactical Nuke icon looks like.”

“Is that a chair or is that a toilet??”

“If Santa isn’t real, who fucked my wife??”

“Aren’t you scared of some guy coming in your house??”

“No, because he was getting me a Nintendo.”

“He never gave me a loving family.”

“Do you need to have a conversation with somebody?? Are you ok??”

“I keep screaming but God won’t answer.”

“This sounds like Grade A dodging the question.”

“I mean, no one dodges better than [name].”

“I gotta fix my work real quick.”

“I literally found out recently why you can’t see Santa Claus.”

“He knows when you’re awake.”

“Is that your thought process??”

“Booba booba booba.”

“He’s forgetting his own history.”

“Burning hotter than YOUR MOM.”

“Is this a bait??”

“It’s always guys from Birmingham.”

“He’s very delicately flicking [name]’s hair.”

“It makes sense number-wise but in practicality not so much.”

“I mate sometimes. I’ll mate you.”

“OOOOOOH I thought it was talking about chess.”

“I’VE NEVER SEEN IT IN ENGLISH.”

“Lick me and let me explode inside your mouth.”

“I panicked and I gave you guys the answer.”

“READING A LINE FROM A GAME ISN’T MY QUOTE.”

“My people have a saying… Live laugh love.”

“Live laugh ligma.”

“You’re not doing the Krabby Patty thing.”

“WE’RE FROZEN!! THEY CAN’T SEE HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM!!”

“I’m so glad that I destroyed [name]’s mood.”

#★ mod james.#★ our memes.#sentence starters #ask meme #rp meme #youtube memes #vtuber memes

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mysteryxsolved · 1 year

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Is that MILES ROBBINS? No, that’s WYATT BLACKWELL. The 28 year old GHOST MOON - WEREWOLF DUAL NATURED OMEGA is a DETECTIVE. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be SHARP-WITTED & RESOLUTE, but beware, they’re also known to be EVASIVE & RECKLESS. Their friends also say that they’re into ROMANCE, PRAISE, & BODY WORSHIP, but don’t you dare trying GORE, AGEPLAY, VORE, & ANYTHING BATHROOM RELATED with them.

Basic Information

Name: Wyatt Edward Blackwell

Nickname: Wy (pronounced Why)

Age: 28

Species: Werewolf

Moon: Ghost Moon

Secondary Gender: Omega

Pronouns: He/him

Occupation: Detective

Pack (born): Charlotte (dame), Richard (sire), 2 younger siblings

Appearance

Height: 6'2

Weight: 171 pounds

Build: fit

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Tattoos: A small magnifying glass (upper right arm), question mark (inner left wrist)

Piercings: Ears (simple studs)

Distinguishing Features: Minor scars, usually fluffy hair

Personality

Positive traits: Sharp-witted, Resolute, Vigilant, Dedicated

Negative traits: Evasive, Reckless, Withdrawn, Moody

Sex

Kinks: Romance, Praise, Body Worship

Anti-Kinks: Gore, Vore, Ageplay, Anything under the bathroom umbrella, Feminization, Anything that could present a danger to himself or his partner

Safeword: Bonfire

Biography

TW for death

Where injustices or mysteries lie, the Blackwell family goes. If there is a question that they wish to answer or research that needs to be done in their chosen field, they will travel any distance in order to satiate their curiosity or record more data. The same philosophy is applied whenever word reaches their ears about danger, especially from those that wish to do harm to innocents. History will tell you how some Blackwell ancestors dedicated the rest of their lives to this cause after their pack was slaughtered by hunters and how plenty of their descendants took up the torch in the years that followed. Alpha or Omega, the Blackwells believe in their pup's future capabilities as a scholar or as a protector. Or both, if Mother Nature called on them to dedicate their lives equally to each cause.

This is how the following generations have continued to live. They settle in places long enough to raise their pups and even the temporary homes never lack in love. Nor do they lack in knowledge thanks to the extensive libraries and research projects that quickly fill up Blackwell residences. This system has worked for years, for countless members of the family.

Except for Wyatt's parents. After an encounter with a hunting family while protecting a nearby town, they learned that his mother was pregnant. The work of the Blackwells may be important yet the welfare of their own remains the priority. This is what led them to settle in New Haven and in November, they welcomed Wyatt.

Wyatt grew up here in New Haven, only accompanying his parents on short trips outside of town and thoroughly warned about the dangers that lurk beyond the barrier. Hunters, fellow supernaturals who were corrupted in some fashion, and all the other forms that destruction took - ordinary and otherworldly. Just like his ancestors before him, Wyatt heeded the warnings. Just like his ancestors before him, nothing could calm the restless nature of a Blackwell. Part of him still longs to venture out beyond the barrier. To see the brighter sides of a larger world and tirelessly investigate what lies in the shadows. While he has the support of his parents, there is something else tethering him to home.

Namely the haunting whispers that invade whenever his ears are free. Music streaming services and seemingly endless playlists are amazing aids but devices eventually run out of battery. Not to mention the occasional difficulties that can come with deciphering messages left by ghosts. But Wyatt can never bring himself to deny the odd sort of comfort at knowing that he isn't alone. He tends to keep light company like his relatives - a long-lasting impact of trauma the family endured - so the ghosts are welcome company, their presence a pleasant break from loneliness. Maybe one day he will seek the advice of someone older who was also born under the Ghost Moon and learn to better utilize this ability granted by Mother Nature. Until then, the current system he has works well enough.

For now, Wyatt is content with his life. Working as a detective, he throws himself into each case that lands on his desk. He sticks to a strict routine of charging his devices to keep some sound in his ears as often as possible. One day, he'll become a private investigator and journey out into the world like his ancestors before him. But New Haven will always be home. Even to a wanderer's soul such as his.

#wtnhintro

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verdantcactus · 1 year

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I posted 4,759 times in 2022

That's 1,360 more posts than 2021!

39 posts created (1%)

4,720 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@twink-frank

@iero

@void-flesh

@awsugar

@mcrbois

I tagged 3,389 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#g - 863 posts

#mcr 2022 - 546 posts

#frnk - 514 posts

#cool art! - 219 posts

#the man with the plan - 136 posts

#laugh rule - 119 posts

#f&g - 117 posts

#mfw - 112 posts

#them <3 - 90 posts

#about me - 75 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#but i will still wake him out by throwing shoes in his face in retaliation for the many years of being bitten by him when he was small

My Top Posts in 2022:

These shows happen and we get blurry ten pixel images that make me feral from them trickling in for hours afterward and I get struck with the “in a day or two we will get HIGH RES versions” realization and I lose it a little more

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I’m awake again and the first thing I thought of was another thing I loved from last night. Every time Mikey goes to a part of the stage and holds up a hand heart, a sea of people just stop clapping mimic it right back obviously. And it’s just a moment of line like “LOVE!!” “!!! LOVE!!“ in both directions and it made me so happy every time

8 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

Hearing reports of foundations, nanana, give ‘em hell kid, house of wolves, and ghost of you so far from my friend... Omg a set to punch you in the face

10 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

I love this for us really. They are out here making up for all the years they’ve been gone in like 4 sets.

11 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So my favorite (not directly mcr related) thing about tonight was that because we somehow ended up in the wheelchair row without realizing those were the tickets we got from Ticketmaster (side note: which worked out bc my dad can’t really stand that long anymore so he got to sit and still watch the show and have a great time) but because we were in this row we got to sit next to this older lady (older than my 71 year old dad) who had blue hair and who talked to me before midtown. She’s been going to mcr shows since revenge and she’s seen them five times. She told me that retirement is for concerts and that since I haven’t seen the killers since 2005 I needed to promise her I’d go see them again because Brandon flowers is still young and I had some time still. When midtown came out and played when we were young she leaned around my brother to give me a thumbs up. She filmed all her favorite songs (mostly black parade ones and a couple revenge) on her little digital camera. And she got the most adorable pic of Gerard when he was talking to Frank about how to pronounce florida which she also made sure to lean over and show me. My dad was also so happy to see mcr. He was gossiping with me about what Gerard would wear before the show and was so excited about the ghost costume that he filmed the entirety of foundations. Sitting around all these older adults really loving MCR and getting it the way we really get it got to me tonight. This really is the most special band 🥹🥹

55 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

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sopejinsunflower · 2 years

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Part 4

Warning: 18+

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I watch expectantly as Yoongi pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his pale but lean body that I didn’t expect. His abdomen, albeit without a pronounced six pack, is sculpted nicely. His pecs are slightly visible, his biceps evident. The omega in me, fully awake now, is gawking at the sight, purring slightly in anticipation as he shucks his pants off, leaving only his black boxers. He chews on his lower lip, thinking, and the sensible part of me throws my gaze to the opposite wall, giving him some privacy. I hear the sound of fabric being removed and then he slips into the water behind me.

The subtle smell of chocolate fills my nostrils and my tensed shoulders relax. I feel Yoongi’s long fingers brush my upper arms before they settle there, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin. I don’t dare to turn around, never mind moving. But he does. He scoots up closer to me, his legs on either side of me, until my back presses against his chest. I lean into him and he repositions his head so I can turn into his neck. I breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering close as I nudge him. We stay this way for a while, unmoving, only existing in each other’s presence.

I give him a small nuzzle, my lips brushing the skin right where his pulse is beating fast and he takes a sharp inhale of breath. He moves his hands to the back of my neck, guiding me to look up at him. His eyes are hooded, dark with desire. I imagine he’s seeing the same thing in mine as he leans down and ever so gently, like a feather, brushes our lips together. He pulls back slightly, looking at me as if asking for permission to continue. I return his look, holding my breath. I’m not sure if I’m imagining it but I see his lips twitch into a tiny smirk before diving in again, this time locking our lips together, fully and deeply.

My mind goes completely blank as I whimper against his mouth, eliciting a low rumble from him. I part my lips and he takes that as an invitation to slide his tongue in, intertwining it with mine. He sucks on my lower lip, before covering my mouth with his again, his hand on my neck pushing me forward as if he is desperate to mold me into him. I snake my hand up to the back of his head, my fingers gripping lightly his dark hair in an attempt to keep him there. He moves from my lips to my cheek then down to my neck, trailing wet kisses down any inch of skin he can reach. He settles just under my earlobe, lighting nibbling before raking his teeth down to my collarbone as I stretch my neck to give him more access.

There are three knocks on the bathroom door, deliberate and loud. Yoongi makes no intention of moving away as he rests his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath. The door swings open nevertheless and Hoseok’s head appears, his face clouded, his eyes dark. He doesn’t look happy, grumbling, “You were supposed to just help her clean up, hyung. We can smell you guys from downstairs.”

Yoongi sighs, finally moving away from me to my discontent. Leaning one hand on the edge of the tub, he turns to Hoseok. “Fine. Can you get her a towel, please? I forgot it.”

Hoseok looks a little alarmed, his eyes going wide as he looks around the bathroom for it. He fully enters the bathroom and searches the overhead cabinet, finding one immediately. He takes it out, unfolds it and stands cluelessly by the sink. Yoongi kisses the side of my face, making a show out of it and says, “Hobi will take it from here. Go on.”

Hesitantly, Hoseok approaches the tub with the towel spread between his two hands, doing his best to look at anywhere but us in the water. I get up, the water dripping off of me in loud splashes and I hear Yoongi let out a soft groan as I’m assuming he is face to face with my ass. I can’t help but feel a little happy to have that effect on him and step out of the tub and into the waiting towel. Hoseok wraps it around me in a bear hug and he finally looks at me squarely in the face. I look up at him through my lashes and the tangy cinnamon scent is back. I shiver, both from the cold and from the way he has his eyes on me.

He takes my shivering as me feeling cold and ushers me out of the bathroom. He exchanges a few hush words with Yoongi before following me out. I find Taehyung sitting on my bed, a set of pajamas in his hand. He gives Hoseok a reproachful look when he comes out and the older man hurries out of the room. Taehyung gets up and hands me the pajamas. “Quickly change. We need to dry your hair before you catch a cold.”

“I’m not a child, y’know,” I mutter without conviction as I pull the pajama top over my head. “I don’t know why you guys are treating me like one.”

Taehyung grabs my waist from behind, twirling me around as he did. “Because we want to,” he says, a cheeky grin on his face. “And because we can. Not the alphas though, not right now when your scent is this strong. Only me, Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung have the ability to do it without much risk, though Yoongi-hyung is taking advantage of it.” Yoongi, still in the bathroom, shouts, “I can hear you.” Taehyung rolls his eyes at that and then dips his head to my neck and plants a kiss just below my ear. “You smell so good, princess.”

“Really?” I ask breathily, relishing at his touch. “What do I smell like?”

Taehyung takes this chance to nuzzle my neck some more, placing kisses here and there as he works his way up to my cheek and forehead. “Sweeter now, a mix of honey and caramel.” His eyes grow darker, his voice going a tad bit lower than usual as he adds, “Makes us want to eat you up.”

My heart skips a beat and my stomach does the slow churning again. Further down south, I can feel heat starting and worry that I might need another shower. With the way Taehyung is looking at me, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea. He pulls at my hand. “Come on. We need to dry your hair.”

At the same time we head towards the sink in the bathroom, Yoongi comes out, a towel wrapping around his middle and carrying his clothes, his wet hair falling over his eyes. Taehyung plugs in the hairdryer and starts drying my hair as the older member exits my room without a word. I feel a little sad when he leaves but Taetae’s calming sea breeze envelopes me like a warm blanket and I feel better, standing in front of the huge mirror as he works the dryer through my hair, his long fingers running through to smooth out any tangles. When he is done, he regards me with a satisfied look, proud of his own work.

Back in the bedroom, Taehyung looks a little pained but gives me a quick kiss on the temple before turning to leave. In a momentary reflex, I grab his hand and stop him. He turns, gives me a soft smile and says, “Your scent is getting too strong even for me, princess. I have to leave now before-”

“Before what?” I ask, genuinely curious. I let the omega take control, lacing my fingers through his and pulling him to me. Taehyung looks torn but doesn’t resist. He tucks my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my ear. Standing this close, I stand on the tip of my toes and peck him on the lips once. His hand slithers to the small of my back and pushes me towards him again as he leans in for another kiss, sucking on my bottom lip. Then, just as quickly, he pulls back, gives me a small appreciative smile, and then leaves, closing the door behind him with a soft thud.

I throw myself onto the bed, sighing. I’m a little sad, realising that my DNA changing means I’m now a walking hazard to these seven men I’m stuck with for who knows how long. The human part of me is angry. I never ask for this, having only been excited to be working with them on a project I have worked on for over a year. To be given the chance to develop my writing into an actual production and with my dream company, too. It had been a dream come true when I was informed of BTS’ involvement, ecstatic to learn that they read and love my work as much as I love theirs. But everything has been turned upside down, inside out. Nothing makes sense anymore.

To think about it, it’s actually quite unfair. The boys were assigned higher hierarchy status and I’m reduced to nothing but a broodmare. It’s debasing! The men can continue on almost like normal, adjusting to the situation pretty fast. Aren’t they worried, too? Scared? Don’t they want to go back to their own normal lives? Their work? Their families? Their beloved Army? Aren’t they wondering when will we be rescued, counting the hours of the day to keep time to how long we’ve been here? C’mon! Why is it taking this long for South Korea to not start deploying their military, get the Interpol involved, The CIA or MI6, the whole world, even? I’m pretty sure the BTS Army is probably doing more than those combined, raising hell as to what actions are being taken to recover their favourite boys.

Is our kidnapper, the Master, that good at hiding a group of the most influential idols? Am I underestimating him, his effort to see his experiment through?

I feel hot tears stream down the sides of my face and I don’t bother to wipe them away, letting them fall to create dark patches on the bed sheet. I cry silently, feeling overwhelmed by the frustration and other mixed emotions I can’t quite put my fingers on. I curl into a ball, crossing my arms over my chest to quell the pain. If this is a nightmare disguised as a dream, I want to wake up already.

I hear the bedroom door creak open slowly and soft footsteps approaching. I feel the bed dips under the weight of whoever has sat down but I stay in my position, sniffling and feeling torn between wanting to be left alone and wanting whoever it is to comfort me. The latter happens instead. A warm arm wraps around my shoulder, turning me around.

“My aegi-ah,” says Jimin softly when I’m face to face with him. He kisses my forehead and brushes my tears away with his thumb. He looks sad, too. I bury my face into his chest, fisting his shirt in my hands. He rubs my back, pets my head but doesn’t say a word.

“Aegi-ah,” he calls, a whisper against the top of my head. “It hurts seeing you like this. Your scent…it smells like the rain on a gloomy day. It reminds me of sad days. Jin is crying downstairs. He says it reminds him of the day he lost his dog. I haven’t seen him cry in so long.” He strokes my hair. “Believe it or not, we feel the same way. But life has to go on. We can’t wait around moping. It’s not going to change anything and it’s only going to make things worse.”

I try to get my emotions under control, the tears have stopped. “Did you just reference your song?” I ask through a hiccup. Jimin chuckles and pinches my cheek lightly. He feigns a frown. “How dare you call me out on that. I was trying to make you feel better.”

I wipe the tears away with a knuckle and offer him a smile. “It worked.”

Jimin smiles. “Did it? Good.” He rubs our noses together and nuzzles my neck. “Hmm, your scent is improving. It’s sweeter now. Smells so good.”

I feel him lick a strip down my neck and I shiver, leaning into him more. He continues to nibble my ear as he rolls us over so that he is now on top of me, hands holding up his weight on either side of my head. His dark hair is done in a half ponytail, giving him a cross look between sexy and cute. The sweet perfume scent of licorice is overpowering and he is regarding me through heavy-hooded eyes as if looking for an answer to a question he is probably asking himself.

One thought is thudding in my less logical brain: I want him. Just as the thought springs into my mind, Jimin gives a low growl. Something deep inside me is reacting to it, my stomach churning, feeling heat traveling straight down to my toes. My heart is beating like a drum and I’m growing impatient. I whine and before I can call his name, his lips land on mine, hungry and desperate. I match his fervor, sucking on his lower lip which makes his eyes go a shade darker, letting out another growl.

He’s got one hand cupping my face while the other has found its way under my pajama top and is now burning hot on my waist, the spot by the band of my pajama pants. As he deepens our kiss, his tongue prodding in between in my lips for access to which I gladly give, his hand slides up my side, stopping just beneath my left breast, his thumb caressing the skin under my boob. I arch my back slightly, demanding more, wriggling a little in an attempt to shake his hand to move up just a tiny fraction.

Jimin smirks as he moves his kiss down to my neck, sucking on the skin as he descends. I move to put my hand around his neck and that’s when he used his free hand to grab both my wrists and pin it against the bed, all the time his lips never leaving my skin, nibbling on the collarbone. Jimin’s scent fills the room but now there is another smell mixing with the licorice in the air; it smells like someone has started to peel oranges in the vicinity, the scent only getting stronger.

My eyes, which had been closed all this while, flutter open. Just over Jimin’s shoulder, I see a figure standing at the foot of the bed, his aura demanding attention. Jimin notices too and snarls in response, a warning to tell the other man to back off. But of course, he doesn’t. The person crawls on to the bed and once he levels with my face, I first see the glint of the eyebrow piercing. Jungkook doesn’t say a word, his facial expression calm but his eyes wild. Jimin shifts a little, switching to focus solely on my left side of the neck and face and Jungkook takes that as an invite.

Jungkook’s lips are warm, the coolness of the lip ring the only thing grounding me to reality as he uses most of his tongue to do the work. The animal in me, the omega, is greedy for more, rotating between sucking on his pink tongue to biting and pulling at his lower lip. Jimin then sits up on his knees, watching us begrudgingly. Not wanting to be outdid by his dongsaeng, he ducks his head again, this time to my belly which he has exposed when he flips my pajama up. He trails kisses upward, exposing more skin as he goes. Jungkook repositions himself more comfortably, leaning over me on his elbow as he holds my face.

A pair of lips brush against my erect nipple and I gasp against Jungkook’s mouth, who responds by shoving his tongue to lick at mine. He nibbles my lip, alternating between tongue and kisses as if he is distracting me from what Jimin is busy with. My whole body is on fire, making it highly sensitive to any touches, especially wet ones. So when Jimin closes his lips around my nipple and uses his tongue to flick at it, I moan loudly into Jungkook’s wet kisses. Just as Jimin starts to get serious, his other hand moving to softly knead my other breast, the door of the bedroom swings open and the strong, almost overbearing smell of coffee and dark wood fills the room.

Both Jimin and Jungkook halt their actions but neither looks up or even dare to move. I’m panting beneath both the men, my body burning, yearning, desperate for their touch. Annoyed at the interference, I raise my head to look beyond Jungkook's almost cowering stance. A tall silhouette stands by the door and the omega in me is immediately thrilled to recognise that the pack leader is here.

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reyski · 2 years

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taking annie in the shower

here’s to hoping this doesn’t get flagged

pairing: annie x reader

media: attack on titan

content warnings: general nsfw

author notes: i’ll be using female body parts!

➵ the shower is one of annie’s favorite places to be intimate with you. it just feels so much more intense and private than any other place in the house, which sometimes helps her feel a little more secure.

➵ always sets up a little bluetooth speaker with a nice playlist going before you get started.

➵ annie doesn’t really care whether its planned or on a whim. though she does like the spontenaity of you asking her if she wants to join you out of the blue.

➵ annie’s not against more traditional areas, like beds or couches, but being in the shower helps annie to let go of her anxiety about getting your bed dirty. especially when all she wants to do after you’re done is cuddle in bed.

➵ soapy titties

➵ don’t worry about falling and slipping, annie’s muscular arms are wrapped around you like 99% of the time. the other 1% is when she has your legs over her shoulders as she goes to work between your thighs.

➵ she adores standing behind you while you wash your hair or spread soap across your body and massaging your back or breasts.

➵ watching annie tilt her head back in bliss to catch the water in her hair, as the muscles in her neck become more apparent is the most beautiful thing.

➵ kissing while water gets between your lips oml

➵ she holds you really tightly when you climax, making sure that if you can’t hold yourself up she’s there to catch you.

➵ just in general she always makes sure you come first because she gets really sleepy after she comes.

➵ annie likes having you kissing her while your hand works between her legs.

➵ the light that comes through the shower curtain makes the water on her abs, arms, and thigh muscles glint in the most tantalizing way. and when she comes its even more pronounced as she tenses up before settling back down.

➵ always makes sure you get out all right and have a nice fluffy towel wrapped around you before she takes care of herself.

➵ annie follows you to bed before you both collapse in a pile together.

➵ bonus: you guys just got an electric blanket, which annie turns on so you can be even more cozy.

im gonna try to get back to writing more, but heres something for my fellow annie simps. ⚠️spoilers!! ⚠️ i cant wait for her to animated (hopefully today!!) im sure you’ll hear more from me then >:)

love you all! check my page for my request rules and whether im open. have a lovely day and make sure to catch a little sunlight on your beautiful faces.

#annie #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #annie smut #annie aot #aot #attack on titan #snk #shigenki no kyojin #annie x reader #annie x reader smut #aot x reader #aot season 4 #aot smut

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miyacreampie · 3 years

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Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

#tanaka x reader #tanaka x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #anime x male reader #m!reader #x male reader #top male reader #seme male reader #ryuunosuke x reader

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