#not you damn flexing so casually LMAO

[macabr3-barbi3]

Alastor x Reader who has temperamental issues and decides to throw something at him which leads to him fucking the tantrum out of her.

well shit, I’m fucking obsessed with this idea lmao to the top of the adhd queue it went! I tried to keep it a little more bite sized, sometimes the plot does get away from me lol

As usual the ending is rushed once the smut is over but I hope this works with what you were looking for 🖤

Tags: light bondage; vaginal sex; just a tad bit of begging

Everyone else in the hotel knew it was easiest to just give you your way when you were pissy; except Alastor apparently. You came home after a rough day to spot him in the kitchen with the last chamomile teabag in his steaming mug; you asked him to trade for something else so you could have what was currently steeping in his ‘Oh Deer’ cup, so you could sleep.

“You don’t need it to sleep; really all that one needs to sleep is a bed and silence! You have your own bedroom and everyone else is asleep so I think you’ll be perfectly fine.” 

Some childish part of you decided that the best course of action upon his refusal would be to throw your own empty mug directly at his head in retaliation.

The sickening crack you heard almost made you think you had hit your mark- but no, that was just his fucking neck snapping as he cocked his head far enough to the side to avoid the ceramic projectile. The mug shattered harmlessly on the floor and Alastor turned to look at you, his eyes black, red dials in place of pupils. “Surely you can’t be so foolish,” he had growled, and the kitchen faded into darkness as he transported you to his bedroom.

How exactly that led to where you were now- hands suspended above you by shadows, Alastor’s claws digging ridges into the flesh of your hips while he bounced you on his thick cock- was a bit beyond you at the moment. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of it, the sensation of his hardness inside you, the smell of his sweat and your arousal combining into some olfactory aphrodisiac that served to hurtle you closer to the edge of orgasm than you had been since dying.

“Have you remembered yet, darling?” Alastor’s eyes are lidded, cast low enough to watch your pussy swallowing him. “What do we say when we want something?”

Ahh, that’s what it was. Reintroducing the concept of manners, he had said, though he failed to mention that he would be fucking it into you. You had honestly thought he was going to kill you, shadow tentacles wrapped around your wrists, his eyes dark and dangerous until he noticed the embarrassed flush to your cheeks, the subtle dilation of your pupils and sharp intake of breath when he trailed his claws down the bare skin of your arms. “Perhaps there’s a better way to get the idea across, hm?”

“P- please,” you whisper, your voice strained.

“Mmm, and when we do get what we want?” He accompanies this with a hard thrust, and your head drops forward with a moan, gaze captivated by the flex of his stomach muscles while he grinds up into you, his shirt discarded when you had climbed onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck- thank you.” 

His smile is pleased. “Lovely, chérie. You know, I’ve kept that cup of tea nice and hot on your desk over there- I could be persuaded to part with it if you can be polite.”

He thought you still wanted the tea? “Don’t care,” you gasp out. “Just- fuck me.”

His hips still, hands leaving your waist to fold behind his head, the picture of casual patience, like his prick wasn’t twitching inside you. “That’s not how we ask, dear- whether it’s for tea for pleasure.”

“God damn- please, Alastor.” You can’t stop the roll of your eyes as you try to grind down, the shadows around your wrist pulling you up at the last moment to prevent you from gaining any of the delicious friction you were seeking. 

“I think you can do better. Keep in mind that I’m being merciful, darling- I’ve killed greater demons for lesser crimes than trying to crack my skull open, you know. I’ve certainly never rewarded whining and demands in such a way before.” He reaches a clawed finger out, trails it down your neck and between the mounds of your breasts, continuing down your frame until he reaches the sensitive juncture between your thighs. The hard press against your clit has you groaning and trying to press down, only to be stopped by the grip of his shadows still on your wrists. “Once more- try for some sincerity this time!”

“Fuck- please, Alastor.” You make it as saccharine and earnest as you can, and you’re rewarded with being lowered back down onto the Radio Demon’s cock, slow and sweet. The pleads fall from your lips unbidden then, his hands coming back to your hips and pace picking up with every repetition; “please please please, oh God, fuck, Alastor-”

“Beautiful, dear,” he says, and he guides you over the peak with a gentle finger to your sensitive clit and an angle of his hips, driving into you with a frantic fierceness that has you wishing you could dig your nails into the flesh of his chest to ride it out. 

Like he can hear the thought, the shadows on your wrists release and you fall forward and sink your fingers in the way that you want to. You want to demand that he finish, that he follow you over the edge, but this whole thing started because of you demanding something from him, and pitching a fit (and a mug) when he didn’t comply. You could take his lesson to heart- show him just how effective a method of teaching it was.

“Please,” you moan in his ear, and his fingers tense against your skin. “Cum for me, I want it- I’ll ask nicely, Al, please?”

He groans against your neck, dragging your hips down into his and grinding up against you, the clench of your body pulling him into the abyss along with you.

There’s a moment of quiet filled only with the sounds of your panting before Alastor clears his throat. “So, darling, what have we learned?”

You sigh, still irritated at the reprimanding but satisfied with how it turned out- your eyelids are dropping shut. “Mind my manners, I suppose.”

Alastor hums into your hair. “That’s right. Now, the offer does still stand for the tea- what do you think?”

“I don’t have the necessary equipment or angle to throw a cup so I guess I’ll be polite. Can I please have the last cup of chamomile?” Despite the request your mind is fuzzy, eyes harder to keep open.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, and you hear the gentle clatter of ceramic on your nightstand. “I did tell you that you didn’t need the tea to sleep, darling.” The soft vibrations of his voice are the last thing you hear before dropping off into blissful rest.

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #x reader #requests #my stuff <3

[starlit-dreaming]

[idea] the spiteful fake dating au

inspo from this post [click here]

obligatory tag (im an attention whore and therefore i summon thee): @lithi @hwang-lucas

tl;dr if you dont wanna click on the link:

"i know we could half-ass it, but i would never fake mistreat my fake husband, how dare you" which reads like athy to me

and

"my baby cousins are probably screwed when it comes to their chances of turning out normal, but I’d like them to have one healthy example in their life" which can pass as a caring uncle lucas

.

the setting and my Vision:

modern au, lucathy are probably mid-20s or early 30s im thinking??? maybe kinda like the ons/fwb au where athy's like. 28 and lucas is gonna be 30

so as the lines i've quoted state, lucas is gonna be a caring uncle whose brothers have shit show marriages. a train wreck and not gonna be healthy at all (oldest has a falling apart 15 year marriage and kids were their solution of slapping tape on the problems; youngest has a hateful wife and is a doormat probably; i need a reminder on whether or not lucas is the youngest but im gonna treat him as the middle bro atm cause its the Vibes).

and yeah, he wants Nothing^tm to do with his family, but his nieces and nephews deserve to see a healthy relationship to have as an example and damn does he hate his in-laws more than his actual family

so he asks athy to be his fake wife

(i feel like it'd be funny if they signed a marriage certificate just in case lucas deals with paranoid family (when really he's just paranoid and athy's an overthinker who HELPED him get paranoid at the thought), then they got drunk, and accidentally submitted the paperwork and just straight up forgot

"wdym you guys ACTUALLY filed the paperwork?????????" -- helena probs

"oh shit does that mean we got married fr???" -- athy, before the panic settles in

it becomes an inside joke among their friends after the panic of it wears off because now they're pretty much committed to the bit for the sake of lucas' nieces and nephews so now there are jokes about "where's your wife/husband" and "" etc etc)

athy's gonna constantly overthink it (and desperately trying to avoid ever mentioning it to her parents because her mom would be so disappointed that there wasnt a wedding and claude might kill lucas if he makes athy cry)

plus she's 100% gonna be ready to fite lucas's shitty relatives if they say something bad about him

side note: diana 100% thinks that lucas is athy's long-time bf so she's always joking with claude that lucas is finally gonna drop down on one knee any day now and claude, being a super big grump, is just "at least its not that alpheus kid"

little do they know that lucas became a legit in-law (although they still invite him for family dinners, and when its mentioned that athy's parents treat him as family, lucas's parents and grandparents take that as a CHALLENGE)

athy being petty by having a sickeningly sweet relationship and talking about how wonderful lucas is as a husband and partner because of how much she just straight up hates one of the sister in-laws

i'm self-indulgent, so i'm gonna have the classic "my sister in-law tried to sleep with my husband" stories

also idk if its just me but when it comes to fake dating aus (which i'm a SUCKER for) i think its a++++++++ when one of them casually goes "yknow if we were actually doing this for realsies, we'd probably be making out in a closet rn" and the other person sweating cause that sounds infinitely better than what they're doing rn

ALSO

the casual "oh yeah athy's crazy about that kinda shit" or "lucas would absolutely hate that lmao" and just FLEXING on everyone about how good of a partner they are to the other

and lucas, who originally suggested that they don't have to do any lovey-dovey stuff and that they can just be the same as always, ends up getting a fuming athy who more or less goes "my REPUTATION would be at stake if people found out that we broke up just because i wasn't being a loving and caring partner, so hell no!!!!!"

aksulifdfhbjdkshf i'm running on like,,,,,,, 5 hours of sleep and havent slept in like,,,,, 17 hours now

so i'm just gonna leave this unedited all-over-the-place mess here

#starlit rambles #au ideas #lucathy #wmmap #sbapod #long post

[seiwas]

sel!!! hiii!!!! how are you doing!!

idk if you already got iwa for the ask game/if you’re still doing it, but if you haven’t, pls gush abt him and what he would wear <333

if u have already gotten iwa…. i have a question for u two… what do you guys do to end the day and wind down!

anyways i hope everything’s going well for you and you’re having a great day!!

sav helllloo!!!! i'm doing great 🥺 how are you!!! i hope this weekend is great for you!! and that you're having a wonderful time!! with lots of rest too!!

thank you for joining this lil game of mine, and for sending iwa too omg no one's asked him yet!! (and with good reason, i think everyone's looking out for my sanity lmAO JK HAFBASB)

now. okay. i will obviously say hajime looks good in all of it because i am so deeply madly truly in love with him but i'll have to say that i rank a white shirt + blue jeans on hajime last. he looks built in it, don't get me wrong, but it just isn't his element, y'know? the denim hugs his ass and thighs just right, years of hard earned muscle supporting each curve. the white shirt puffs out slightly because of his chest, sleeves almost ripping because of his biceps. it's a casual outfit he doesn't pick often simply because he isn't really a fan of denim (no stretch, or something)—and hajime looks best when he feels best, dressed in something comfortable.

it's also like that novelty thing, how seeing someone in athleisure all the time suddenly dresses up and cleans up good. hajime in a button-down + slacks is just OOOUGH. i'm having him. he slicks his hair up a bit, the spikiness of it smoothened out with some gel; it isn't flat, just a controlled type of texture that looks cleaner than how it normally is. the top button of his sleeve is popped open, because when he lifts his arms the buttons feel like they're about to give up anyway. each movement of his arms have his biceps forcing their way to rip though the fabric of his shirt—it's sinful, the way he guides your hand to rest on the crook of his elbow, fingers slightly touching the mass of muscle. you feel it press into your fingertips when he pulls your seat for you later.

those pants of his look made to fit because it hugs his ass just right, the roundness of it, the dips that flex when he walks to get more drinks. you watch him tuck his hand in his pocket while talking to a few of his colleagues, shaking his wrist to let his watch fall to the top of his wrist. you know he's antsy checking the time, because he can hardly wait to go home with you.

he's domesticated and sexy but what truly makes hajime handsome and hot to me is a simple black fitted compression shirt, short sleeves (but the long sleeves do equal damage too). it matches who he is, no fuss, comfortable, straightforward. you see him in it and see everything—the sculpt of his chest, the shoulders he's worked so damn hard on. his back has widened over the years and you see a bit of the muscles flex when he tips his head over as he drinks his protein shake. hajime doesn't have the most narrow waist but you know it's packed, dense to the touch. and his arms, they pop even more against black. the cuts of his biceps and triceps deepen with each movement he makes, the veins on his forearm practically screaming at you for them to take you however which way.

it's criminal how much you want him when he looks like that, his sweatpants hanging perfectly to accentuate the curve of his ass. when he returns back from the gym, it's started to droop down, the band of his underwear visible and the dip of his lower back deeper than should be allowed. what's truly cruel about this? hajime knows everything, is aware of every single look you send his way, how you hover around and touch him ever so slightly as if you aren't doing it on purpose. he lets you though, because, what kind of boyfriend would he be depriving you of your morning treat?

send me a character and i’ll tell you which outfit they’d look 🥵 in: white shirt + blue jeans / fitted black shirt + sweatpants / button-down + slacks

and what hajime and i do to wind down!! omg i do believe we just kinda lie in bed for a while—him going through all the stuff he has to do tomorrow and maybe a few reports and me going through instagram or something, maybe reading a book. other than that though, i think our bathroom routine is especially relaxing! we brush our teeth next to each other, do some skincare (he allows me to do it on him!!!!) and then we head to bed 🥺 hmm... a massage is not entirely out of the picture but that's just relaxing for me 🥺 i can never remove the knots in his back jhsdbfj i'm not strong enough 🥺 i'll cuddle him to sleep instead 😋

#HASBFSDFSDDFN GOING SO INSANE ABOUT HIM #SAV U KNEW WHAT U WERE DOING ASKING THISASBFSADJFB #i talked so much OH MUDSSDJF #hajime #ask #rep #sav.🥝 #devilist

[covenofthearticulate]

Tell us about Louis's sex life with Lestat and Armand, I gotta know 🍿

god, Louis is the luckiest man alive (unalive?) lmfao you just KNOW he’s getting an insane amount of action any time lestat and armand are under the same roof asdfgahvf

I'm absolutely convinced the first time they were all under one roof together for more than a few days, Armand and Lestat were both immature enough to try and make each other jealous by sleeping with Louis (Armand definitely plays dirty by echoing Louis' Jumbled Orgasm Thoughts into Lestat's head— it backfires at least once because GUESS WHAT louis still thinks about lestat in bed with other people LMFAO) but eventually this pewters out when Louis catches on and tells them to just cut the bullshit and fuck each other (and they do. and Louis enjoys a quiet night reading, like he damn well deserves).

ANYWAY, the thing I love about Louis having both of them in his life is that they all read each other in such different ways, so I think it’s really great that no matter what mood he’s in, there’s someone who knows exactly what he needs. Louis has a tendency of thinking himself into a corner, and some nights he needs Armand to step in and take the wheel and mindfuck him into a state of bliss. Other nights he needs Lestat to do just the opposite and coax him into his body and remind him of what it feels like to be alive. 

They also both pick up on different things that Louis doesn't even know about himself like!!! Lestat is very well-versed and dependent on physical cues, so he picks up on the way Louis tilts his head ever so slightly to the side when he's curious about trying a New Idea, the way he rolls his ankles and flexes his heels when he wants to go harder, or the way he'll hide his face in Lestat's shoulder when he's about to come because he thinks his orgasm face is silly.

Armand, of course, has access to Louis' mind, but on the whole he's much more emotionally intelligent so he actually doesn't use much of the Mind Gift (he also is well aware of Louis' aversion to the gift). it's much easier for him to pick up on the roller coaster that is Louis "repressed-gay-ex-catholic" de Pointe du Lac, and Armand is so much more patient in terms of giving Louis the time and space to process things. Sometimes it takes a while for Louis to be able to stretch out of his comfort zone, but Armand is in it for the long game, baby.

They both also have very different tactics to getting in his pants LOL like it's actually fucking hilarious because if Lestat tries to flirt and cuddle up to Louis while he's reading, he'll get all huffy and annoyed, but when Armand comes waltzing in and casually rests a hand on his knee while he reads, Louis is putting that book down and going for the jugular in like 30 seconds flat LMAO.

Armand and Lestat also know that sometimes they’re not exactly what Louis needs in the moment, so sometimes (not every time, but sometimes) Lestat will suggest Louis visits Armand. And vice versa, every other week when Louis gets cranky, Armand locks him in a room with Lestat like “You two just need to bone.” 

cue: this exact reaction from Louis: 

When it comes to settling on an arrangement between the 3 of them actually sharing a bed together (as opposed to taking turns with Louis)...I think Armand might’ve been the one to first suggest it, but I honestly feel like Louis would’ve been the one to actually bring them both together and make it feel like it was their idea in the first place LOL. Lestat doesn’t like to share, and Armand doesn’t like feeling like the third wheel, but Louis has a way of asking for things without really outright asking for them. He so rarely makes requests of Lestat or Armand in the first place, so of course they oblige (it also gives Lestat a Very Convenient Excuse for coming to terms with the fact that he is, in fact, attracted to Armand).

I will say I think it's only on very special occasions that the 3 of them get together, but when they do, it's absolutely decadent. There are so many different dynamics between them that are just constantly in flux so it's really interesting!! Like...when Louis is with Lestat he tends to want to be more dominant, whereas he's more comfortable being submissive to Armand, but between Lestat and Armand it can be a bit of a tug-of-war in terms of who has the "power." So with the 3 of them it's just a constant changing of positions and dynamics. I've always seen it as something that leans a little bit more playful (well, as playful as sadistic/masochistic vampires can get). Like, there's an unspoken agreement to leave the baggage at the door when it's the 3 of them together.

There's a lot of pampering of Louis and he's shy and resistant at first (he HATES attention! he hates feeling like too much of a hedonist! why are you just STARING at me, Lestat, don't you have something better to do?) but listen Lestat and Armand are very persuasive ;)

(it's also not always Louis-centric!! Louis and Armand have made Lestat cry from overstimulation MULTIPLE times. Louis and Lestat team up to play good-cop/bad-cop and deliver punishment and reward with Armand.)

ANYWHO I think the whole thing is just very cathartic for all 3 of them!! Louis has two hands and he deserves the best of both worlds!!!

#this is absolutely incoherent oh my god I JUST THINK THEY'RE NEAT!!!!!! #answered #Louis has two hands #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #armand

[xiaowhore]

how good is he at flirting?

includes: luke, artem, marius & vyn !

pronouns: n/a (somehow dodged using any, so gender neutral?)

a/n: manifesting luke ssr bc he won't come home

✧ luke pearce

on surface level, you'd think he's pretty bad at flirting

this guy literally friendzones himself

but he's an airhead who's good at flirting unintentionally

showers you in sincere compliments that don't compare to empty flattery. luke is nice like that,, so cheerful and supportive,,, your personal cheerleader, if you will. also very willing to help whenever you find yourself running into a problem

actually he's so nice that some people get the wrong idea

he'd compliment a girl so well that she'll think he's hitting on her... in a really respectful way

or he'd offer to carry their heavy bags and open the door for them

luke isn't trying to seduce them, he's just really used to doing those things for you...

and being your childhood friend has its perks!! he doesn't shy away from skinship — hand holding and hugs are a few things he can indulge in. you could say he flirts through casual touches.

“your hair grew longer again,” luke comments, brushing away your bangs. “they'll poke your eyes. you should get it cut soon.”

childhood friend flex alright

✧ artem wing

oh god he is terrible at it

29 years old and has no dating experience lmao

so pure,, and super shy,, or maybe just embarrassed?? he chokes up when he tries to compliment you and ends up chickening out more often than not

celestine is not amused

it's like she's helping a pubescent boy confess to his crush rather than coaching a whole grown man........ then again, she can't imagine artem saying pickup lines lol

he's bad at expressing his feelings verbally but he can be unexpectedly smooth??

as a superior, he treats his coworkers well, but everyone can see how he favors you

small things like bringing you a meal when you miss lunch, or waiting for you to finish overtime and offering to drive you home after

maybe invite you to eat dinner he prepared while he's at it. he's a decent cook, and he likes seeing your happy face when you taste his food. what? you say you want to eat his food everyday? sure, he can make that possible if you marry him

there is no in between istg

yeah it's not totally direct, but suggestive enough that his actions imply he's interested in you

(then again, given how dense you can be, he might need to wave a neon sign spelling “WILL YOU MARRY ME” so you'd finally get the point)

✧ marius von hagen

ah... this guy huh

he flirts with you all the time but the problem is he does it too much that you end up thinking his flirting is just a joke

not to mention you probably haven't ever considered him as a potential romantic partner; his position as the pax's ceo making things difficult aside, you most likely only think of him as an annoying little brother...

nevertheless, marius continues to pursue on! what marius wants, marius will get

he has tons of money. you might not be the materialistic type, but surely you'd still appreciate gifts right?

whether it be chocolates, branded clothes or jewelry, he'll give it to you. oh, do you perhaps like flowers? once he hears about this little detail, he immediately prepares a gorgeous bouquet. huh? you say you don't need all this stuff? then what do you actually want?

“a date.” you rub your aching temples, feeling your headache worsen after seeing marius's expectant gaze. “just take me on a normal date, you don't have to send gifts to win me over. a movie will suffice. and don't rent an entire theater this time.”

marius grins in victory. there's nothing more he can ask for.

“then can we hold hands?” before you could glare at him and immediately refuse, he cheekily adds, “if we don't, i fear i might busy my hands by making another online purchase instead.”

of course marius lied. when it comes to you, he only gets more greedy by day.

✧ vyn richter

oh damn. he is good. really good.

out of all of them, vyn is arguably the best at flirting. no i don't accept constructive criticism on this matter.

he knows what he wants, so he'll get it no matter what. he already has a few courting plans in mind.

a natural at slipping compliments in casual conversation. he doesn't get shy, not at all — what's there to be ashamed of?

you could be attending an art exhibit to marvel at paintings when he'd suddenly shift the topic to how beautiful you are. oh, is your face turning red now? no, don't hide your expression from him; he'd like to see what you look like flustered from his flirting. it's very adorable.

straightforward and doesn't make things harder from him. if he wants to hold your hand, he'd immediately ask instead of hesitating like he's in some painful slow burn fic. hm? you say he's bold? he laughs, but doesn't deny it. he'd rather go all out than watch you slip away from him.

he likes to observe your reactions, finding them amusing. just the smallest things make your face heat up. you're so cute that he can't help but tease you sometimes, purposely initiating more affection than usual.

“you're... somewhat touchy, aren't you, dr. richter...” you awkwardly cough when he has his arm around your waist again when you're watching a movie, directing you to lean towards him. you're afraid he might hear your loud heartbeat.

“not quite,” he admits, changing positions so you could rest your head against his shoulder. “but you're an exception to a lot of things.”

not so slowly but surely, the distance between you is becoming shorter.

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #tot x reader #luke pearce #artem wing #marius von hagen #vyn richter #luke x reader #artem x reader #marius x reader #vyn x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagines #tears of themis headcanons #tot headcanons #luke pearce x reader #artem wing x reader #marius von hagen x reader #vyn richter x reader #tot — !

[mira-blue]

little tidbits from dana & matt's interview!

matt and rebecca's cats casually strolling on their owners several times

working from home has been difficult for both matt and dana

matt and dana didn't have much of a writing experience before their shows and got good by trial and error

they both also intended to have an audience with a large age range and are very glad that that's the case

discussion about the lack of a 'middle ground' between kid cartoons and adult cartoons

REPRESENTATION MATTERS!!!

'they're both cute!' -matt on edric & emira

edric and emira had too many scenes with half lidded eyes and the owl crew had to tone that down LMAO

sasha too has many scenes with half lidded eyes and this means that a character is 2 cool 4 school 😎

dana once again states that eda is one of her favourite character to write

rebecca sugar & noelle stevenson shoutout for paving the way!

MARCY DISCUSSION!!!

matt delaying marcy's introduction was very risky because if they didn't get a second season we would have never met her!

'you'll look at season 2 and be like, oh cool, that's marcy's season!' -matt

'if you don't like this character the show will fall apart' -matt on marcy

cue dana's cat walking on her

marcy & sasha's voice actors both were potentially anne's

matt was the marcy of his trio friend group

the majority of the amphibia crew relates to marcy

amphibia is wish-fulfillment for marcy👀

dana's a huge pokemon fan

'flex those unique pokemon muscles' -dana

dana was once tracing a pokemon character, then realized what she was doing and cried

SASHA DISCUSSION!!

the amphibia trio are based on a trio matt was a part of, and the sasha-esque person was not a bad person

sasha has specific motivations and probably has reasons that led her to be the way she is (why am i gasping, i already knew that)

matt tells an interesting story of encountering a group of friends with a very obvious leader when he was seven, and how he found that strange and terrifying

portraying the girls' friendship is one of the shows biggest priorities

AMITY DISCUSSION!!!

(so. many. CATS!! /pos)

stRAIGHT A - *gunshots*

dana doesn't believe that every villain needs to be redeemed

'not every sad backstory means that you deserve a second chance' -dana

dana relates to amity the least

she relates to the core trio (luz, eda, & king) a lot more

dana wasn't expecting amity to become as huge as she is with the fans, nor did she expect the way fans would to react to lilith once it was revealed she cursed eda (she finds it funny how quickly everyone kept switching)

we should be waiting to see lilith's journey after the season one finale, which should be obvious but i feel like some lilith haters could use the reminder :] /g

she loves how passionate & involved people feel in regards to the owl house

'we kill for the feedback' damn okay matt

matt loves reading why people think sasha let go at the end of reunion (pspspsps i have a character study that talks about that right here:

'is she feeling jealous? is she feeling angry? is she feeling spiteful? is she feeling, you know, benevolent?...it's all these things!' -matt on why sasha let go

sasha letting go was always gonna be there

can i just digress and say i love how supportive matt and dana are of each other's shows?

there is something petty about sasha letting go, though

anything like the usage of Lean on Me is probably never gonna happen again in amphibia, as that only happened because the amphibia crew had spare budget

dana tried to license a song for the season 2 finale (my reaction was exactly like matt's) but it didn't work out

the studio has apparently tightened its hold because covid :/

the song dana wanted was from a band called the binoculars, but it has nothing to do with the scene thematically

the boiling isles is free of homophobia & transphobia

LMAO DANA SHADING DISNEY what a queen

as stated before, it wasn't matt's intention to write marcy as neurodivergent but he's glad people relate to her!

dana, while not intending to write luz as adhd, DID intend to write luz as neurodivergent!

'sometimes, fandom is right' -dana

matt thinks we've got great ideas guys!

some predictions for both shows have come really close to things that will actually happen

rebecca keeps the codes for both shows on her table at all times as cheat sheets

the owl house alphabet was created by dana and a friend of hers in highschool so they could pass notes

matt is very grateful that people like the shows enough to wait long periods for new content (duh, i ain't going nowhere)

'i'm worried when we eventually have to do the season 2 trailer because i'm like, everything is a spoiler' - dana (!!!)

we talk about the iconic 'There really isn't.' tweet

matt & dana talk about what they're proudest of during their run as showrunners

matt said that they are building momentum towards the finale, True Colors (if you're planning to watch the show, you should do it before True Colors airs)

aaand the much awaited owl house sneak peak:

NEW MAIN TITLE Y'ALL GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MINDS!

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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

#timeskip reiner still sexy asf #I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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tokyo revengers idol au hcs part 3 that no one asked for AGAIN here’s part 1 and part 2 to get a better understanding.  this is what the members would be doing alongside their idol promotions+ what they would post on social media  toman tbh these guys are all just so damn funny on their own that they would constantly be invited to comedy variety shows. maybe perhaps doing something similar to seventeen or wanna one where they even have their own variety show on youtube (ie. seventeen’s-going seventeen series or wanna one’s show on mnet)  mikey-he would post basic food pics like of his parfaits or taiyaki but also it’s rare because he’d constantly forget his password. however on important days he’ll post long emotional and sentimental posts that hit you in your feels thanking his members and fans always. he also has a youtube channel posting random funny vlogs. draken- he has his own personal soundcloud to upload solo mixtapes/songs feat diff members. posts photos of his bikes and different tattoos he would be getting. responds with 1-2 words to fans during fansigns or ig comments but like mikey, once in a while, will also write heartfelt posts thanking everyone.  baji- his ig feed is filled with animals + dance practice vids. also has his own soundcloud too. trolls his members by commenting on their stuff. “delete this u ugly mf no one wants to see this”.  takemichi- very chatty, (sometimes too chatty where he’ll end up accidentally spoiling their next album info) and interactive on social media to his fans. tries his best to respond to most comments or ama ig stories questions. posts a lot of selfies and photos of his members. king of fan service.  chifuyu- beautiful photos of the sky a lot on his ig (in canon he wanted to be a pilot :,) ) along with cute soft selfies. (which baji and kazutora troll and comment being like “damn....u ugly AF!” “lmao stop pretending to act cute u loser”  kazutora- his ig is filled with pure chaos. just pics of him catching his members slipping (sleeping photos where they’re drooling or have their eyes slightly open or making ugly faces behind the scenes). also has photos of cursed memes and memes made by fans. he’s a literal enigma.  mitsuya- very wholesome ig photos- lots of photos of his family, group photos, sometimes cool artsy edited selfies. occasional photoshoot photos.  hakkai- ig is filled lots of #ootd photos and occasional photos from his modeling or acting gigs (he’s the visual, duh!) gets a lot of sponsorships from big brands.  pah-chin: has a joint youtube channel with peyan. they do silly challenges but will sometimes post dance videos (feat. baji) since they’re the main/lead dancers. fans love him because of his “matter-of-fact” responses that are funny without even trying. (example- fan comment: omg i love u guys soooo much u guys are the best in the whole world!!!<333 toman OUTSOLD!.  pah-chin: idk about best in the world but we’ll just take “the best in our neighborhood” for now i guess. thanks.”)  peyan: joint youtube channel with pah-chin. at fan signs mikey has to warn him to chill out cuz peyan will accidentally yell and scare fans without meaning to, but he’s just really excited to meet his fans is all ^_^   angry: posts a lot of wholesome photos like mitsuya (selfies with smiley) and writes a lot of motivational sweet captions cheering fans up and reminding them to always be happy :,)  smiley: joint youtube account with angry. smiley does a lot of prank videos and angrys just usually in the back like  🧍‍♂️... he also does tiktok- he would be doing all the dances, memes, and trends.  inui: ok hear me out, i mentioned before inui has similar vibes as cha eunwoo so i’d figure his ig would give the same vibe as his (iykyk). since he’s the other visual he would be getting a TON of acting and modeling gigs. idk why but i feel like inui would be a great actor (his facial expressions during tenjiku arc, the range!). actor of the year. gets a lot of skincare commercial deals too. 

black dragons shinichiro- photos of bikes, cars, and photos where hes pretending to do a cool pose but his members (+mikey) would troll and comment “LAME!!!!!” “why tf do u look like that?” “hey leader, it’s not too late to delete this now bestie :)” does fun ig lives. on variety shows as a joke his members tease him there as well. really great at fan-service and pulls the whole “pretend boyfriend” scenario with fans (the delusional fans are gonna act up if he keeps this up...).  taiju- (if shinichiro did not exist in this au OR if you wanted both in the group) photos of him at the gym, photoshoot photos.  inui- similar to if he was in toman, his ig would just be a lot of cool and cute photos of him from behind the scenes of dramas or photoshoots. a soft visual king. occasional selfies with koko and bike photos.  kokonoi- has a personal youtube channel but he would be Drowning in sponsorship videos all from high-end designer brands. he’s just casually flexing that PPL in his vlogs. ig feed is a lot of #ootd photos or pics taken with inui. him and inui would be makeup brand ambassadors or faces of brands (ex: like jennie from blackpink represents chanel). in this case kokonoi would be the face of fendi (he wears fendi slides in the manga cover) and inui would be the face of jimmy choo (his heels in the manga cover looked like jimmy choo but i could be wrong.. but u know what i mean) 

tenjiku  izana- pretty leader has a very artsy ig feed. extremely photogenic like inui. has photoshoot photos and candid pose photos. acts in dramas time to time (gg second male lead syndrome).  kakucho- posts gym or dance practice videos on his feed but he posts rarely because he’s just too busy or forgets he actually has an ig. loves commenting on takemichi’s posts “haha no wonder ur called baka-michi!” as a joke.  kanji- posts gym photos but it’s rare because he always forgets his password.  ran- the other visual. he would be modeling for high-fashion brands and go on runway shows. also definitely gives off actor vibes (he would be constantly casted in dark action movies hahaha). loves giving fan service.  rindou- in contrast to his brother, rindou when it comes to fan service, he loves trolling fans. also he’s really good at drawing a line between fans (y’know, keeping the delusional ones in check...which means he ‘friend-zones’ them but it’s for their own good tbh idols need to remind people their boundaries). has a youtube channel where he just posts random dance practice vids and occasional vlogs. also comments under his brothers ig posts “you look stupid af in this wtf”. on variety shows people find their brotherly banter hilarious.  mutou- posts gym photos, also really awkward selfies (he doesn’t know what his angle is lmao). another member who also reminds fans of their boundaries and keeps it real. (sanzu always likes his photos though and hypes him up in the comments).  sanzu- shy baby. constantly following mutou around. posts a lot of cute selfies and random pics of shogi stuff (he tags mutou in it of course). during fan signing/autograph sessions they love putting cute headband props on him like this or this. 

bonten because this group’s concept and aesthetic is mysterious, mature, artsy, gloomy, and dark they will take this concept to the grave. (minus a few exceptions) they are invited to variety/talk-shows but never make an appearance because they want to keep the air of mystery around them. (it’s a good marketing technique).  mikey- does not have any social media. he does have a private account to lurk around but no one knows what it is.  kokonoi- has a youtube channel but it’s locked and you have to pay to get into it. posts super short vlogs and teasers. thats it. (the ultimate scam! but their fans love them too much to notice). lots of sponsored #ootd posts on ig.  kakucho- he would be modeling ONLY high fashion brands and high end editorial places. his instagram is just his exquisite and expensive modeling photos whether it be candid backstage photos from shows, candid runway walk pics/vids, pics of diff photoshoots you name it. doesn’t really comment much.  ran- visual. similar to kakucho- modeling ONLY high fashion brands and editorial places. instagram is filled with modeling photos but also some artsy scenery pics he took.  rindou- posts short artsy dancing clips (like modern dances in black&white filter) on ig.  sanzu- since he’s the other visual, he also posts a lot of his modeling/acting photos on instagram. also pretty chatty (he’s the exception) on social media and loves teasing and trolling fans. posts with a lot of random cute emojis on everything. “just ate lunch and now im off to practice hehe 🍜🍇🤟💃🤠🧚‍♂️💞🦋” no one really knows why he uses random emojis but it’s just endearing lmao.  kanji- no social media at all.  akashi- manager....or if you made him the rapper in this au then he too would also not have any social media. 

#tokyo revengers #takemichi hanagaki #mikey #manjiro sano #draken #ken ryuguji #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #peyan #chifuyu matsuno #baji keisuke #kazutora hanemiya #hajime kokonoi #inui seishu #ran haitani #pah-chin #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #takashi mitsuya #izana kurokawa #kakucho hitto #idol au

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If i may ask; can i please have how the org 13 members act around their crush? Thank you in advance ❤️

Masterlist - Incorrect Organization XIII - Tip Jar!

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This was a long-ish one that’s been sitting in the back of my drafts forever lmao - I hope you all enjoy, especially since it’s a bit of long read!

Special thanks to Miss Silverspoon, PhantomMuze, and Sam for helping with Luxord, Saix, and Vexen. Such babes.

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Xemnas - Least likely to actually show it. I mean, there will be signs, but it won’t be blatant that he’s acting a certain way because he’s attracted to you. There might be some favoritism (giving you better missions, not scolding you when something goes wrong, looking the other way in certain situations.)

Overall, it’s going to be subtle. You definitely won’t pick up anything weird, but the other org members might. Saix will definitely be the one to come up to you, grab you by the shoulders and give you a good shake. “Please, he’s driving the rest of us crazy.” And you’re like “what the hell???” Saix: “Xemnas has been giving you the best missions and staring at you for five minute intervals. In his language, that means he’s practically a wanton hussy.”

Xigbar - Not ashamed in the slightest. He won’t even act any different. He finds you attractive, you find him attractive (Xigbar: “Everyone finds me attractive, obviously.”) So why bother wasting time?  He doesn’t really call it a crush, though. He thinks crushes are for children and he’s a man, god damn it, he doesn’t have crushes.

An unintentional sap. Before he plucks up the courage to say something to you - and it takes him longer than he will ever admit - he finds himself going soft for you. Thinks you’re pretty, instead of hot; wants to hold your hand instead of slam you against the wall. It’s a bit infuriating to him at first, but also maybe kind of worth it.

Xaldin - Ohhhh, man. He’s been in love before; he’s been hurt before. So he is ready to rein in that shit immediately. But it’s so difficult because he likes you so much and you’re so awesome. He’ll decide to give it a chance eventually, but it will take some time. He would definitely be content with just being friends, though, because he really doesn’t want to ruin what the two of you already have.

He makes sure to always be there for you. Always helps you when you need it. A gentleman in the ways that matter and a feisty, flirtatious beast in the ways that don’t. The type of guy to flirt by making sure that he takes his shirt off after a sweaty workout and casually flexes/stretches when he knows you’re watching but also makes sure you’re hydrated and wrapping your fists correctly when you spar.

Vexen - You’ll probably know about his crush before he does. He’s so absorbed in whatever his task is - his experiments, his theories, etc. - that he doesn’t even notice that his eyes linger on you and his posture automatically straightens when you walk into the lab. He’ll instinctively turn his body in your direction so that you’re almost always in his line of sight.

Doesn’t yell at you for walking into his lab when he’s obviously busy. Actually asks you for your input, likes talking to you and discussing his theories with you. You’re smart, but some of his experiments are beyond you, and he doesn’t mind explaining in simpler terms when you ask questions. It blows Zexion’s mind because he has a running tab on the different ways that Vexen throws people out of his lab and he’s never done it to you.

Lexaeus - not much for flirting. He’s come to terms with the fact that he likes you, but you’ve both known each other long enough that you know him, so there’s no way that he can pretend to act a certain way because you would know that something wasn’t right. It’s very difficult to tell that he has a crush on you - there’s no blushing, no flirting, no favoritism. He’s just his normal self.

When you finally figure it out, you realize that he showed his crush in subtle ways instead - offering a hand to pull you up after sparring, holding open a door for you, and apparently glaring at people who come up to flirt with you when he accompanies you to the market for groceries.

Zexion - “IT’S NOT LIKE I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING, GO AWAY.” This emo little bastard doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions. He lost his heart at a really bad time, when he was still growing into himself, learning balance between anger, frustration, patience, euphoria, etc. so he’s very unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the idea that he likes you.

There may be a few gentle shoves and punches in the shoulder. He has so many feelings and has no way to put them into the world other than violence - because that’s really all he knows nowadays. But it gets better!!! You learn together.

Saix - Honestly, God help you if Saix gets a crush on you because he really doesn’t make it easy. If anything, he’ll be making your life difficult. He overcompensates about not giving you any special treatment, giving you harder and more difficult tasks/missions, or your workload might remain the same but his expectations are almost impossibly high. He’s not only trying to prove himself to the others; he’s trying to prove to himself that he doesn’t care.

He’s more difficult to be around tbh, and yeah, he’ll definitely seek you out which is a pain in the ass when you’re trying to avoid him. You’ll have to be the one to barge into his office, slam open the door, and yell at him that he’s being an asshole. He’ll probably back off a bit, but.... he’s really only rough on you because he knows you’re capable of more.

Axel - Axel falls in love unapologetically. He’s head over heels almost immediately and not even ashamed of his crush on you. Flirting becomes almost a part of your friendship because he’s just that comfortable with you. His mood is already so bright when he’s around you, but now it’s like the sun and you can’t help but meet his smile with your own grin.

But it gets to be kind of weird on his end because... you don’t realize that he’s being serious when he flirts? So many pick up lines. So many compliments. But you’re just like “oh that same old Axel haha,” and he’s left banging his head against the wall because he likes you so much but you’re so oblivious.

Demyx - He won’t even notice that he has a crush on you tbh. It will take him forever to notice. He knows he’s attracted to you, but he’s attracted to a lot of people so he didn’t think that it would be any different! A crush?? In this economy??? But he’s grateful, you know? Because there really couldn’t be a better person for him to have a crush on - like he could have a crush on Xemnas, of all people, and that would just be disastrous.

Doesn’t act differently until he realizes he has a crush. When he does realize, he’ll get nervous and clumsy. Shouting from across the hall, “HEY LET ME GET THE DOOR FOR YOU” and runs, trips, and knocks out a tooth. Just completely ridiculous stuff. You kind of notice that he’s acting strange, but it’s just Demyx, and it will probably take Vexen going up to you and saying “please put him out of his misery before he accidentally kills himself trying to flirt with you”

Luxord - Luxord is so charming, more charming than he usually is. He always has this endearing aura around him, and man, he turns it up when he tries to flirt with you. A gift giver - small things, a dessert you might like, a flower he stole from Marluxia’s garden, lunch when you’re busy, etc. Very aware of how to approach you; also knows where to stop before he goes too far. Knows how to read you pretty well in that respect.

Loves the romance that comes with having a crush because there’s so much raw potential. Feelings are confusing, they take a while to grow, but the idea that something amazing can be coming in the future is a great feeling to him. Great potential hangout ideas that don’t necessarily have to be dates, but they help you both metaphorically test the waters about what a real relationship could be.

Marluxia - arguably the most romantic out of everyone. Surprisingly?? Also the most sensible. Of the mind that, you know, if you like someone then do something about it. He has a crush on you? Why not just give it a shot, then? He’ll bring you flowers! Accompany you when you go somewhere! Take you for garden walks! Take you out to dinner!

Somewhere along the line it just becomes a relationship and not just a crush and he’s like, yeah I did this. When everyone’s like “omg how did you get her to like you back” he’s just like “because I did something about it unlike all of you idiots.”

Larxene - Listen. Listen. Larxene is a strong independent woman who doesn’t need someone else in her life to make her feel loved and powerful but damn, you’re so awesome and she has the biggest crush on you even though all of her instincts say that she’s being dumb. Will ask you to spar with her as an excuse to get close to you and don’t be surprised if she’s extra harsh when sparring - she definitely won’t be pulling her punches.

When you get closer, she’ll open up to you in a way that she won’t open up to anyone else, which is a big, obvious flag for you that her feelings may be more than friendship. She doesn’t like talking about herself or her past, so hearing things she’s never told anyone (except maybe Marluxia), makes you feel really great about being her friend.

Roxas - Man, he is such a cute little marshmallow, not shy in general but shy around his crush. He’ll do his hardest not to blush around you, but he does get nervous. So nervous, in fact, that he might make you think he doesn’t like you because he’ll tend to avoid you when he can. He doesn’t want to look stupid in front of you.

This baby feels things deeply, despite the lack of a heart. He always has felt things more deeply than others. Likes physical contact so when he gets over his fears of being around you, he’ll probably end up asking to hold your hand, randomly hugging you, giving high fives, etc.

Xion - Only really falls for people that she’s already friends with, because she knows them and she’s comfortable with them. It’s subtle for her, though. She’ll realize her crush one night and suddenly she can’t even speak to you without blushing, cheeks a bright pink against her pale skin. She’ll stutter, too, and she hates that’s she’s so nervous for no reason because you’re friends!!! And she has no reason to be nervous!!!

She’s also so helpful when she has a crush! Like Demyx, she’s eager to help you with whatever you’re doing, whether that’s mission reports, cooking, cleaning, etc. Unlike Demyx, she actually gets the job done and doesn’t get injured when trying to help. You’re always so grateful and thankful and that just makes her blush even more.

#organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanons #organization xiii #kingdom hearts #axel #xigbar #roxas #xion #xemnas #demyx

[strawberiitea]

so in the same universe of phil being a crap dad and Wilbur practically raising tommy, technoblade head canons? please?

*rubs hands together*

ohohoho

This giving me an excuse to sorta flesh out this other thing i have so mmmmm pog champ

@everyone who asked

This is what I meant by "you'll see"

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So y'know those piglin techno hcs?

Yeah?

Okay put that shit on steroids

Okay so you've got this fucking shapeshifter infant headass who was just abandoned in the nether

Strong start :D

I don't know how or why but all i know is that his parents were also shape shifters but yeah

they probably died or sumn lmao rip

I mean who takes their baby to the nether anyways

They're built different what can i say

He gets found by a group of piglins and they just. They just adopted him bro. they saw this random orphan child and they said "BET"

So he gets raised by a pack of piglins like fucking tarzan

Not only would he inheret piglin behaviour but he'd subconsciously start altering his form to start looking like them too

Oh and i guess that during his time in the nether, bein raised by piglins and all, he'd speak exclusively piglin language

Once he'd actually learnt how to shapeshift he'd teach himself to shift into a piglin fully

Which was difficult for him to hold but he did it anyways

It was like a "Look!!!! Look what i can do!!!! Look at me :D!!!!! i'm like you!!!!" thing

Techno, in piglish : ay. ay watch this

The baby piglins :

Techno : *shifts into a piglin* look :D!!!

The baby piglins : :O!!!

The baby piglins : *AGGRESSIVE CLAPPING* :O!!!

Mans legit taught himself to be part piglin damn what a flex

At a young age he'd already have his violent tendencies lets be real

You just see this fuckin scrawny 6 year old brunette with awkward tusks throwing hands with several hoglins at once

Baby piglins are passive mobs but Techno's just built different

I mean. Quite literally.

I'd also imagine he'd scrap pieces of gold he totally didn't steal together and make fuckin daggers and shit

,,,,,,yo wait what if techno deadass taught the piglins how to make their gold weapons though

Bro family bonding time they make weapons and shit man 🥺

Haha look at this little found family of piglins and their violent adopted shapeshifting son :D how sweet :)

Okay so the piglins get slaughtered

Y'know the "orphans killed my parents" thing? Yeah ❤

So techno watched his family get slaughtered at the ripe age of 8 :D!!!! Pog champ!!!

After that incident he wouldn't shift into a piglin again for a,,,, very long time.

He was terrified to.

So there's this period where he just. Roams.

Nowhere to go, nothing to see, no family to go back to.

He'd just. Linger.

He'd probably sit and study the people travelling via nether highways from afar

And when i say "sit and study from afar" i mean he fucking robbed them❤

He probably managed to teach himself english by stalking enough of them

What a lad

At one point he gets into the overworld

Probably just by finding a nether portal and going "ah :D."

He'd be pretty much stuck in what became his default form

Which is somewhat a middle ground/mix of both his human and piglin forms

Like his top half is relatively human with the exception of your casual tusks and pointy ears and then you get to his fucking legs

Anyways so he desperately tried to maintain a human facade

Forcing himself to hold a form for that long fucking exhausted him

Especially with the fact that he's probably an unexperienced shapeshifter

...and a child.

Anyways so he'd develop this sorta,,, persona for himself right

Y'know boxing matches? Illegal dog fighting rings?

So you ALSO know how techno played hypixel, blitz, sky wars--

Aha.

MOVING ON----

Anyways mans vibes as the world's youngest pvper for a good while

He gets bored

So he tries to find something new pog champ

Anyway jump to smp earth and [REDACTED]--

Ah shit can't talk about that yet

Anyways so after [A Very Specific Series Of Events] he meets Phil pog champ

I can't really elaborate,,, at all on any smp earth things

Yet.

But I'll say this- Techno does eventually gather the courage and trust he has for Phil to reveal that "uh oh! turns out i'm NOT your average human 15 year old imperliastic emperor!"

And phil just. Shows him his wings in response

I'd write some angsty dialougue but just imagine if its just

Techno : *explains with caution and anxiety that, well shit, mans a shapeshifter. and that he's been struggling to uphold a human facade for Years*

Phil :

Phil : so you're saying you aren't human.

Techno : ...yes.

Phil : *revealing wings* AY SAME

Techno : YOOOOOOOOO

Phil : YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

That ISN'T how it goes but is this thread of hcs remotely serious At All?

No❤

Anyways after [More Specific Series Of Events] aka when smp earth ends i'd like to think that after Phil and Techno parted their ways Techno proceeds to become the worlds most violent potato farmer

You'd think that he'd finally settle down after [A Very Specific Series Of Events]?

YOU FOOL

Just imagining this 15 year old who's seen some fucking shit who's gone out to far lands living in his own little bubble with his potato farm just vibing in a fuckin cottage or some shit

His neighboor happens to have a Slightly bigger potato farm than him

He Declares Fucking War.

I mean after being in a position where you've known nothing but violence, death and conflict and wars over Everything and Anything and overall [All That Shit Oh God] it... checks out huh.

Or maybe the mother fucker was just too competitive for his own good

So Techno's just casually warring over potatoes for a good decade of his life ❤

During this period of his life is where Phil would introduce him to his sons

He somehow managed to convince him to take a break

Their conversation is just

Phil : I want you to meet my sons :)

Techno : nono, i've got potatoes to farm

Phil : you're still on about th-

Techno : wait you're a FATHER?

If you've seen the teen techno thread you know what happens next

At this point he's comfortable with his shapeshifting schtick

Shifting into a piglin is like a fucking party trick at this point

,,,,,or sometimes a defense mechanism.

Take ya pick 😌

Just as soon as Tommy and Wilbur find out they INSIST he shows them

Tommy : DO THE THING

Techno : n--

Wilbur : DO THE THING MAGIC MAN

Phil : boys! Don't-

Techno : *sighing* nono it's fine.

Techno : *shifts into a piglin*

Tommy and Wilbur : YOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyways to finish it off during early dsmp Techno and Wilbur would write to eachother

As much as techno hated they were friends ❤

Techno would regularly receive letters with the headlines of

"Hey girl i started a drug scheme"

"Hey girl i accidentally started a fucking nation and we're fighting for our independence with my little brother wbu"

"Hey girl i started a fucking revolution oh god"

"Hey girl we won the revolution"

"Hey girl im running an election to consolodate my power"

"HEY GIRL I WAS FUCKING EXILED"

Wilbur would get messily written letters covered in dirt

Something about his ongoing potato war

Wilbur : *writes long letters about his experiences about the dsmp, let's be real there's probably a whole paragraph dedicated to tommy, ends it asking about how he is doing*

Techno : *responds with "i'm war. (potatoes)"*

Techno finally winning his potato war to immediately get a letter about how the sons of his best friend got exiled

Lmao rip

I think that's it

While I'm here I'll throw in the few hcs about techno's voices that i have yet to detail

*cracks fingers*

So i kinda seperated his voices and the blood god? If that makes sense

Because techno being violent because of the voices in his head is just,,,, bro that's just ableist

I always thought the blood god was this divine being or non corporeal deity of some sorts

Gonna be real with you cheif I don't have solid foundation for that one but that's the gist of it

So like the blood god has this sort of. Influence on him

Because his chat is honestly quite tame ("E" "/rainbowchat" "🦀TUBBO IS GONE🦀" ie basically just the average adhd brain) but it goes rougue with a trigger

So this other worldy being just casually corrupts his inner thoughts into an orchestrated chant for blood sometimes :) no biggie :)

Mans really going through it rn

Ayo fuck it what if the blood god just. used techno as it's vassal lmfao

Mans really going through it rn.

I'd imagine he would've always had his voices

But like he probably gained his blood god later on

Maybe during his roaming period in the nether

Some sort of deal

Some sort of curse

Bruh i really have to flesh that out

brb *pulls out notepad*

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Anon when you said "techno hcs" you meant "please elaborate on how you hc techno's backstory in the Least serious way possible with a Bullet list that keeps alluding to this One Thing" right /j

#i had fun with this one can you tell HDJMDKKSIDL #i have a Lot of hcs like this just. sitting there #brewing. #also have fun guessing what all the censoring was about HSHDJJDJSJJDJD #teaanswers #tea concepts #hcs #headcanons #dream smp #dsmp #mcyts #technoblade #c!technoblade #theres. theres so much i can elaborate with this #oh my God #tea posts

[tiny-banana-time]

IS THAT A REQUEST?

If so, how about

3. “How come you always end up under my blanket?”

And/or

12. “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen”

OKAY SO this is the one I had mentioned to you that got completely out of hand... Here's a mere fraction of what's written (still in progress lmao) that I think fills the prompt without giving away an entire chapter 🙃

12. “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen”

Jay’s been whittling away at the same section of material for the last… 24 minutes, according to Kaidan’s omni-tool – and he’s once again baffled at how someone so constantly prone to fidgeting can remain perfectly stock-still when enraptured by something so completely. Jay’s not even this still when asleep, much to Kaidan’s chagrin – their rack transferring his restless energy through Kay’s body as he wills the younger man to sleep. Watching him work now, still but for the carefully calculated motion of his hands taking strips off the block with the blade of his knife, one by one, Kaidan is in awe.

There’s beauty in the delicate sweeps of the tool wielded creating something intricate out of scrap material, serenity in the relaxed line of his brow while deep brown eyes follow the trail his mind has laid out for fingers to trace. It’s quiet in the lounge around the scrape of Jay’s knife and the contact of Murry’s stylus on their datapad, Kaidan’s book no longer contributing to the sound as pages remain unturned.

Jay’s hands are steady as he works. The muscles in his forearm flexing and moving with each cut catch Kaidan’s eye, drawing his line of sight away from careful hands before being pulled back up to considering eyes once more. Kaidan watches a lock of hair fall forward onto Jay’s forehead as he leans closer to his latest detail, chewing on his lip as he concentrates.

A noise from his right catches Kaidan’s attention, and one look at Murray’s face confirms that he’s been caught staring at their Head. He drops his focus back to his book, but knows it’s too late when there’s another snicker at his side. Giving up any pretense of actually reading, Kaidan closes his novel and stretches his arms out over his head, turning at the waist and letting out a held breath. Jay won’t notice him leave if he’s quiet, but Murray… maybe if he’s casual about it, she won’t follow.

Standing and walking to the door, the telltale sound of the couch relinquishing its hold on another body leaves Kaidan sighing to himself.

No such luck.

He quickens his pace, but Murray has seriously long legs that allow them to catch up in the hall before hitting the corner to the mess. A hand on his arm and a chuckle at his back confirms his fears: he’s not getting away with this that easily.

“So, learning to whittle, Lanky? Your, uh, educational program seems to have you damned enraptured, if I do say so.”

He can’t look at her, because he knows if he turns around he’ll be face-to-face with that cheshire grin she wears so well, the one that says he’s easy to read and easier to tease.

“It’s been uh, interesting, yeah,” Kaidan responds, swallowing down nerves and annoyance alike. “Informative," he nods.

Murray tugs at his arm, gently, asking for him to turn but not demanding it. He does, avoiding her gaze by focusing on a rivet in the wall instead.

"Informative. Really? So uh, what've you learned so far? Proper carving methods? Detailing? How many freckles he has on his arm?"

All of the heat in Kaidan's body floods his face, his ears, his neck, and if he stares the rivet down any harder he might just transfer that heat and melt it right out of the wall.

"Or were you focusing on his hands, maybe? Admiring how nimble they are," they smirk through the words, teasing Kaidan hard now that they've cracked the surface.

"Murray, I… please stop talking." Kaidan closes his eyes, rubbing a free hand over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please."

"Aw, Lanky," she starts, so close to giggling it's a shock she doesn't lose it, "you getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

"Murray…" he groans, pleading now for her to just shut up.

"Fine, fine! We can talk shop later." They slap him on the back when turning past, heading off around the corner and leaving Kaidan with his head in his hand. The rivet remains unaffected by his stare, an insult to his injured pride.

Once Murray's voice is audible from across the mess, Kaidan turns the corner and makes a beeline for his rack. He needs to think, somewhere quiet enough for the thoughts bouncing around in his head to throw themselves out an ear and make the room required to think. The marine quarters are blissfully empty when he steps in; his shoulders relax as the realization hits him, door closing as he moves across the room to his locker. His boots are untied and toed off, set in the bottom of the space with laces tucked in. He strips his uniform off and throws it in one of the open sanitizers built into the wall before climbing up to his bed and flopping down on top of the covers in his skivvies.

Five whole minutes of peace and quiet aren't enough to coax the thoughts out an ear, aren't enough to let him think about what the fuck he's doing getting caught staring at Shepard while he whittles of all things…

Stop thinking about him.

But there's something about the way such rough hands are capable of something so delicate, so precise, so careful and intricate that it actually seems to calm him down. The movement of the knife across the block, corresponding twitches and flexes of muscle along his forearms applying even pressure.

And no, he didn't know how many freckles were on his arm.

But there were at least four…

Stop thinking about him, for fuck's sake.

He's actually getting flustered, flustered, and can feel the blush creeping up his neck again.

"Ah fuck it…" he verbalizes to the empty quarters. Maybe he can shower off the excess thoughts before he lays down to sleep. Doubtful, but worth a shot anyway. Sitting up, he runs both hands through his hair and twines his fingers behind his neck, thumbs identifying knots in both trapezius muscles that he'd try to work out under hot water.

How many freckles… Dammit, Murray.

Kaidan hops down to the floor and stretches out: touching his toes, side-to-side, and extending both arms above his head to elongate his back. He's at full height: arms up, head back, fingers entwined and pushing out, when he hears the door to the quarters open. Taking the moment to finish up, something in his middle back releases its tension and momentarily unplugs his brain as well, thoughts quieting down.

"Ah yeah, that's better." It's said on an exhale as he lowers his arms. When he lifts his head to greet whoever has joined him, his eyes open to find Shepard just far enough inside the door for it to be closed. Cheeks tinted red and focus somewhere other than Kaidan's face, there's just a second before their eyes meet – Jay's wide and realizing – and Kaidan feels a familiar flush creeping its way back up the neck it had just recently descended.

Was he? Looking at me?

"Um, hey, Kay. Sorry just uh, finishing up for the night, dropping off my stuff. Didn't wanna… interrupt to get to my locker."

Right, RIGHT, his locker, which I'm currently in front of.

"Oh sorry, I'll get out of your way. Um, lemmie just, grab some PJs and I'll, uh-" he stammers, pointing to his own locker. Grabbing fresh skivvies, a pair of shorts, and his towel as quickly as possible without looking like he's trying to run away, Kaidan turns back to Jay.

"Okay, all yours. Sorry for blocking you." The last word is strained when he takes in Jay: face almost red now and eyes darting down to the block of material being turned slowly in his hands.

"No problem. Don't worry about it."

As Kaidan walks into the showers and hangs up both clothes and towel, Murray's voice finds a way to butt itself into his already jumbled head.

"You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen."

#Kay realizing he's attracted to Jay #this is quickly becoming the chapter #like 'oh shit he's hot' and not just in a 'conventionally attractive' way whoops #cute and awkward - the both of them #mshenko #before the JayKay #my writing #mass effect #miles your prompts have done it again #mtreebeardiles

[eutaerpe]

the escapades (m)

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings—  smut (oral, fingering, orgasm denial) & college!au, fratboy!jimin, brief e2l, brief ewb, acr universe

summary —  the one where there’s a lot of unresolved sexual tension, until there isn’t.

notes — 8.3k words of the happiness before the storm i couldn’t write. i realised halfway through this there’s a slight plotwise change in comparison to what i wrote in acr so. yeah. sorry. kudos to you if you find it lol

The first time it happens, you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.

You’re sitting near the end of the table, crossing your legs and playing with the hem of your dress, your lips twisted into a frown. The real reason lying behind the simple decision of having a single, almost infinite table of guests doesn’t, in the slightest, cross your mind; why your idiotic brother would see this as a delightful idea really is above you, but you suppose the valuable genes in the family runs all in your DNA.

You’re playing with the table decorations while waiting for the guests to come, and it’s so fucking boring you regret telling Seulgi no, babe, what the fuck - you even shook your head and decided to sound extra mad at the idea - I won’t sneak in weed.

Too bad for you, she had answered, a cute pout on her lips, I’ll give you an hour before you’re bored out of your mind.

The truth hangs above your head, with a sheepish grin: you just needed ten minutes to be absolutely, drastically bored.

In hindsight, sneaking in weed wouldn’t have been the worst idea: your mother is talking to the in laws, gesticulating excitedly at the idea of kids right after marriage. What the fuck, you text Seulgi, at home trying to get out of bed, my brother has been married for an hour and there’s already baby talk going on at the table.

 Seulgi

[12.49]

With the baby talk comes the dick talk

 You

[12.49]

Oh no the dick talk

 Seulgi

[12.50]

man how can you survive your relatives talking about nonexistent boyfriends without my weed, damn???

 You

[12.50]

option a: I’ll tell them I’m dating you

 Seulgi

[12.50]

we kissed ONE time

 You

[12.50]

option b: I’ll tell them I’m in a relationship with Jeon jungkook

 Seulgi

[12.50]

bitch we both know you’re not in a relationship with the hottest guy on campus. he has dimples and long hair and piercings. my sources can even confirm he has a big dick. what do U Have

 You

[12.51]

i was talking about my vibrator but go off lmao

anyway I’ve had that D ;)

 Seulgi

[12.51]

you’re officially cancelled

when did this happen? I can’t believe you’re telling me over text!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 You

[12.51]

last semester!!!!! why do you think I’ve named my vib after him!!!!!!

 Seulgi

[12.52]

because you’re lusting after him like the rest of us mortals!!!!!!!!!!

 You

[12.52]

I’ve upgraded since then. I’ve leveled up. I’ve seen things People Can’t Even Imagine

 Seulgi

[12.52]

just say he got u off and go

 You

[12.52]

;p

anyway option c: I scare them away by saying controversial things. Id est: I don’t believe in love. I am choosing my partner solely judging their abilities to finger me under a table when people are around. I am secretly lusting after my brother’s wife. I am trying to get impregnated like in The Sims 2 aka I am waiting for that alien dick.

 Seulgi

[12.52]

hate to break it to you babe but that’s literally who you are

 You

[12.52]

i

I literally compliment joohyun’s boobs once and this is the treatment I get

 Seulgi

[12.52]

are we not gonna talk about your alien dick kink

 You

[12.52]

no kink shaming in this house lady

option d: I listen to their complaints and run

 Seulgi

[12.53]

option dick

man sorry I meant option d

 You

[12.53]

you didn’t

 Seulgi

[12.54]

ur right I didn’t

 Option e, also known as I’ll entertain the other guests so I don’t have to talk to you, presents itself in the form of one very hot, very ripped young man sporting the most expensive shirt in the room. You’re only human when you admit to yourself, mental sigh, that he ticked all the let’s get y/n horny requirements in less than fifteen seconds.

You can’t believe Joohyun has kept him hidden for so long from you. Such betrayal ends when your brother, Kim fucking Seokjin, hugs him tight and brushes with utter affection the nape of his neck, gracing him with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh.

You can’t believe Seokjin has kept him hidden for so long from you.

Well. Scratch that. You can.

Suddenly, the ticked requirements disappear and a giant neon sentence with a very cheap background music impose themselves in your head. WHAT A TURN OFF! they read, the neon red words mocking you; you steal a glance at your brother’s acquaintance one more time - one last time - before slipping your phone in your hands and dedicating yourself one more time at your Instagram feed, scrolling through the most recent pics.

(You stumble upon an extremely rare Jungkook selfie, and you hate to admit you spend the following thirty seconds admiring him before tapping twice on the quality content you’ve signed up for when you joined the social)

You suppose that, even though your brother’s friends with fuckboy tendencies are signed off your let’s get to know each other better ;) list, it doesn’t mean the same goes for them.

So, when the dark-haired young man with a jawline sharper than Seulgi’s retorts after her third beer sits next to you, you reckon you shouldn’t be that surprised.

He acts all casual, you notice while discreetly looking at him; he’s busy taking off his jacket and flexing his muscles, all of this while pretending not to notice you, and you find it immensely cute.

Ah, fuckboys.

“Fuck,” he rasps, lips twisted in a crooked smile, “I didn’t think it would be this hot today.”

“Yeah, sorry, the heat is on me.”

He chuckles in disbelief at your words, eyes turning into crescents.

“Right, there’s always the girl stealing the bride’s spotlight at weddings.”

“Oh! That’s me,” you nod enthusiastically, “That’s one hundred percent me.”

“Groom or bride?” He asks, pointing at the couple with his chin.

“What do you think?”

He looks at you funny, pressing his back on the seat, pondering in silence. Cute.

“Bride. One of Bae’s sorority sisters, maybe? You seem too young to be her age, though.”

“Damn,” you exhale, crossing your arms under your chest, “I can’t believe you got it all wrong. The expectations were low, but I’m still disappointed.”

He ducks his head, still smiling. “Then it’s the groom. How do you know Seokjin?”

Your eyes twinkle with excitement at your next words, but honestly, who can blame you? You’re having fun with this lost, cute chick.

“What’s your take, officer?”

He erupts into a laugh, and you drink in his handsome features; fuck you, Seokjin, for being friends with fuckboys only.

“Alright,” he punches the bridge of his nose, scanning the room, which is slowly filling with other guests. “I’m his friend, and I know all of his friends, which can only mean one thing: option a, you’re one of his ex-girlfriends; option b, you’re one of his secret hook-ups; option c, you’re an old friend from high school.”

“Oooh,” you beam, unrealistically intrigued, “You really suck at guessing, don’t you?”

He laughs, passing a hand through his dark locks, messing his perfectly styled hair. “Ok, fair. Which one was the closest, then?”

“Option d, of course.” You nod, relaxing your features into a sheepish grin, “I’m his much more beautiful and smarter sister.”

You exam his face, now twisting into some sort of what the fuck, such betrayal look, and you take in, for the last time – really the last, this time – his attractive, sculptured face, his full lips, the smoothness of his skin. It’s awful and unfair knowing you two won’t cross paths ever again in your lives, but at least you had some fun messing with him before things could worsen.

“I’ll be sitting in the middle of the table, with my family, if you want to avoid me.”

You wink at him for good measure, and you swear to god he blushes.

 Half a wine bottle and two flutes of prosecco down, you realise you underestimated your resident fuckboy.

It happens when you’re grabbing your napkin and channelling your dreamy, happy looks towards the newlyweds, dancing in the middle of the room, their eyes gravitating only towards the love of their lives.

You sigh, pouting for the smallest of fractions, when you feel someone sitting at your side.

“You know,” Fuckboy begins, and you picture him licking his lips as he pauses, “Now I get why he never told us anything more than: I’m not an only child.”

“I know,” you exhale, turning to face him, “Seokwon is the real catch of our family. We’re really protective of him.”

“He’s married. With kids.”

“I was there when the twins opened their eyes, thank you.”

“We thought you were either a small kid or a forty years old woman.”

“Wait,” you tilt your head, “How did you know about us then? And who’s we?”

“We dug into his stuff and he caved in, admitting he had a brother and a sister.” Fuckboy looks at you, eyes dark but reflecting the dim lights of the function room, “Us. The frat guys.”

“Right, the fuckboys.”

He looks taken aback by your statement, bewildered, and you take advantage of his reaction to stand up and head away from him. It’s his words that stop you from doing so, though.

“You don’t know us—”

“—except I do know your pledges and your brothers.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, “I prefer to steer away from my brother’s friends, though.”

“Right,” he says, tightening his lips in a hard line, almost hurt, “So, who am I to interfere with your judgmental thinking?” He clicks his tongue, then, a resolute exhale slipping past his lips, smothered by his own tingling despair.

The words hurt.

You don’t know what exactly pinched your senses hard, if the tone or the wallowing sadness swimming in his expression, but, as he stands up and leaves, you’re left facing the cold, hard truth.

The words hurt, you hurt, and you feel guilty.

You say nothing, glancing in the direction of the first alcoholic beverage around, and you fill yourself a glass.

Had it been someone else – had it been another sentence, another less sickening scenario, you would’ve felt proud, righteous. You’re, instead, on the other side of the feelings spectrum, all filled with crippling guilt and a nauseous, pervasive feeling you can’t quite name and pin down.

The guests are dancing around you, moving hand in hand to the rhythm of the pop love song now playing; the ballroom is packed when you let your impulsive side make a choice, eyes following the guy’s composed figure. You can drastically feel the sweat, and the heat the people are radiating, when you stand up and move towards him, the only smiling boy passing his glass from a hand to the other.

You’re close enough to tap his wrist and brush your fingers, which you do; it elicits a gasp from him, all soft, not scathing around the edges yet able to bite you, anyway. It’s the guilt, you remind yourself, looking for a sign of some sort of inclination to accept your apologies between the crease of his brows and tight jaw, and everywhere in between.

It’s sickening—this boy didn’t exist four fucking hours ago. It didn’t even cross your wildest dreams, someone like him. His shape – his silhouette – has left a print in your mind, and no matter how hard you try focusing on something else, someone else, your mind keeps going back to the shape itself.

But you’re a coward, so, while he lets you intertwine your fingers, you admit, voice loud: “I wanna dance.”

He handles you properly, kindly, before pushing you in the crowd and brushing your hips with his hands, all rings and jewellery adorning them.

He blinks twice, biting the insides of his mouth, but he manages,

“Who says I wanna dance?”

Which is a bit stupid, or hypocritic if you might, because he’s swaying you to the rhythm of a ballad the pop love song turned into. You break into the smallest of smiles.

“I want to apologize.”

He scoffs. “I don’t know you,” he says, funnily enough, “But that seems almost unlikely, coming from you.”

“Yeah, you got me there, officer. I was, uhm,” you stare blatantly at his neck, and you suppress the desire to stroke your fingers’ pads on his soft skin, “I was out of line. I’m sorry. You were right, I don’t know you. I do know your frat brothers, my own brother, but that doesn’t mean I know you.”

He hums, moving for a small fraction of instants his thumbs on your hips and it’s enough for your breath to catch into your own throat. He nods, which could mean anything, from I accept your apology to go fuck yourself, this is bullshit. You prefer the former option, if you’re being honest, which is the answer you settle for in your head, hazed and absolutely hazed and madly hazed because of his small physical contact.

To put this into the simplest terms, Seulgi’s words, you don’t like this.

“I like dancing,” his eyes tower you and gaze at the other people dancing; you wonder if he’s thinking about them, who they are to you, what role they played in Seokjin’s life, if they’ll show up to your wedding, too. These thoughts popped into your mind unannounced, before, at the table, before the not-really-fuckboy sat next to you and made you feel guilty. Such absurdity; yet here you are, in his arms. Oh god, what would Seulgi think of you if she saw you?

“Good to know, I’m awful at shoulder-hips coordination.”

“Shoulder-hips coordination?” he inquiries, lips parted.

“Uh, body rolls?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, “I see, you mean classy grinding.”

“I don’t do classy grinding, sorry,” you retort, head tilted to a side.

His smile his amused. “Too bad, shoulder-hips coordination is a nice trait to exhibit sometimes.”

“I prefer hips coordination. Well, hips rotation.”

“Hips rotation?”

“Riding? Is the term somehow unfamiliar to you?”

He flushes, biting back a grin and fixing his gaze somewhere in the crowd. How cute.

“Not at all, it’s nice to meet a hips rotation enthusiast here, though.”

“Statistics say at least a member in each family is a riding enthusiast, did you know?”

“Shit, talk dirty to me,” he licks his lips, pointing at Jin with his chin, “Didn’t peg him for a rider, though. Not at all.”

“I’m starting to think you’re not a STEM major, are you? You’re lacking basic intuition, my friend.”

“Is this your attempt of discovering my major?” – he eyes you, a flick of amusement burning in his orbs – “You’re not very smooth, you know?”

“I have my moments.”

He snorts, placing both hands on the small of your back. You’re at height level with the base of his neck, and it’s fun how your mind betrays you in such moments, providing mental images of your nose brushing against his skin, and you nuzzling in the crook of his neck. Such taunting, invasive pictures. Fuck off, you reprimand your own mind, fuck off.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you taste the name on your tongue, hitting the back of your front teeth. “Jin never talked about you. I’m Y/N.”

“Jin never talked about you either.”

“Of course he never did, I’m prettier than he is.”

His little dimples make an appearance. “You know, you could really steal the bride’s spotlight.”

“That was my ultimate goal all along, even though I prefer the dark side.”

“I,” he licks his lips, and you don’t know why you’re following the gesture, “I meant to say you’re beautiful.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, eyebrows raising, “Are you a charmer?”

“I mean,” he begins, sheepish smile on display, “I never kiss and tell.”

“Touching.” He smirks. “How sweet of you.”

“You know what else is sweet?”

“Please,” you beg, meeting his eyes, “Don’t say my pussy.”

“Please,” he repeats, same mocking tone, “The possibilities are endless. Your mouth,” he scoots closer, words whispered on the shell of your ear, “Your mouth around my dick,” he almost nibbles your ear, “Your mouth screaming my name.”

“My pussy,” you add, trying not to lose your mind.

“I would never call sweet something I’ve not tasted.”

He raises a brow.

“Are you offering? You’re not very smooth, you know?”

He ignores the last question, tightening his grip. “In the middle of your brother’s wedding? Seokjin’s wedding? I’m not a dick, even though you sitting on my face would be a sight to see.”

“Right?” your voice doesn’t falter for a second, “That’s what I always say”

“Nice to see how we’ve got much in common. But I was thinking of something else, actually—” His face is once again inches away from yours, ear to mouth, hot breath fanning over you bare neck. “I wanna finger you.”

Oh.

“Under the table. Right behind you. Wanna make you whimper.”

It’s almost like being tongue-tied, fumbling for words, body flushing, but you gather somewhere the strength to form an actual sentence, which makes him smirk devilishly.

“I can be very quiet.”

He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Bet you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut.”

“When I win,” you say, lying your words on an unrealistically high vote of confidence, even for yourself, “What do I get?”

He licks his lips, slow, savouring the moment. “You get to ride my face.”

“Not your dick?”

“I’m not a fuckboy, baby.”

A comeback of some kind is already on your tongue, but – there’s a kiss somewhere in the following seconds, all wet and tingling and perhaps filled with too many lip bites, but he can’t really blame you when you’ve been brushing your thighs together for the past minute, heat pooling down your belly. It’s enough for you to silently pledge for more, and for him to tease, because he takes a step back, smirk in place and lips reddened, and guides you towards his seat at the end of the table with a hand on the small of your back.

Downhill begins as soon as you sit down, legs barely parted, a minimum space not fitting for his plans, apparently, because the crease between Jimin’s eyebrows grows when he nudges them apart with his hand, the cold metal of his rings cooling down your flushed state. You want to gasp at the sudden intrusion, but the sound is swallowed entirely by his hot mouth on yours, distracting once again, incredibly soft and alluring. This kiss is slow, this time, like he’s taking his time tasting you and learning about the hums he draws out of you, the shyness of your previously biting tongue, and how fast you get lost in the kiss itself. You press a chaste kiss on his mouth, before creaking a space between you.

“I’m starting to think you’re all bark and no bite”

He doesn’t answer, but stares into your eyes with his hooded gaze, and he manages to sneak a hand furtively under your dress not breaking the contact. His skin is warm, but you’re warmer, and his destination is even hotter. He cocks his head, fingers brushing against the soaked, sticking material you used to call panties up until fifteen minutes ago, and he must notice—his eyes grow wider, his jaw tightens and his hand gains courage.

Fuck. This should be embarrassing, getting worked up over dirty innuendos and a kiss or two, but you’re instead feeling flushed and more. More sensitive. More open to the idea of him ruining you, even though that’s not what he’s offering. Or— is he?

The question lies unanswered when his digits rub with a sparkled intensity over both your clothed sex and your inner thighs. It’s a continuous, mellifluous melody, his fingers dancing between the two until he settles on your panties only, and that’s when you almost let out a soft moan; you don’t, he raises his brow, challenging, but you don’t, and instead glance around to notice if someone has his eyes on the both of you, sitting in the furthest region of the fucking smart, endless table.

He raises the stake, flushed: Jimin pushes your panties on one side, petting with his index your exposed self, and you suck in a breath. He continues to do so, face still, closing the distance between you two.

You don’t question the sudden kiss, instead you angle your face and close your eyes and let him press his lips on you. This feels like being drunk, or high, stretching underneath a sky dripping with stars. You cup his face with your hands, his lips so terribly soft and inviting, the smallest of smiles meeting your own chapped and curved upwards lips.

It’s when you’re merely inches away from him that he thumbs at your clit, sensitive and tingling, circling with utmost peace and no speed whatsoever. You pout at little, you realize, which makes him melt either cause of your cute frown -oh, how the tables have turned- or simply because he’s the devil himself, pressing a finger against your entrance and delving it into your heat.

“Cute,” he purrs, kissing you, “Is this okay?”

The crude, hot, nerve-wracking fingering has begun, which makes you, quickly enough, putty in his hands and ablaze with ardour for this man whose rasping voice could kill you.

“Yeah,” you breathe on his mouth, eyelids drooping closed, “Yeah, all good.”

You hum to yourself as he starts pressing kisses on your jaw and your neck, a trail of treacherous flames lighting up your skin, and you have the audacity to sigh under his ministrations, a tiny, strained sound not quite a mewl.

If he hears, he doesn’t show it. You’re biting your own lip when he enters a second finger, filling your searing emptiness.

“Want three?” he asks, voice husky and as desperate as you are under his touch. He adds it when you nod, the squelch louder than before, and you moan, rocking your hips against his fingers.

“Shh, baby,” he coos, placing his other hand on your hips, slowing your movements, “Be a good girl.”

He fucks you deep, fast, fingers clashing against the silky dress you’re wearing and sweat sparkling on his forehead. He swallows another moans of yours, sucking your bottom lip and tugging it between his teeth. You’re close. You’re so close, and it’s only been a couple minutes. You can’t hear anything that isn’t your wet pussy clenching around his fingers, his rhythm ruthless and burning.

“Too bad you’re not coming on my fingers, today,” he says before kissing your neck and emptying your dripping pussy, then proceeding to taste and lick his own fingers in his mouth. He lets them out with a small pop, and it’s the most terrifying sight you’ve ever had in front of your almost watering eyes. “I’m sorry I won the bet, though, your pussy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

That’s the high and dry story of how you first met Jimin.

/

 The second time it happens, it’s under completely different circumstances, and, substantially, against your every predictions, it really happens. It takes place, like a once in a lifetime event: there’s an orgasm involved, not due to the very charming and never disappointing Jeon jungkook the robotic version, and instead it involves a rather attractive asshole with a persistent smirk plastered on his face.

Except it’s a lot more complicated than what it sounds, and most of it is Seulgi’s fault.

Your roommate had pouted all evening, because that’s what semi adults do when they’re denied a companion for the night.

“I just wanna get wasted. It’s been one hell of a month, and you know how I get when I’m stressed.”

“I can suggest you a vibrator and a bottle of vodka. Do you settle for that, your honor?”

“The more you talk like this,” all self-absorbed and assertive and cautiously, like when talking to a kid, she begins, hands in her long, mahogany hair, “the more I just wanna push you up against the wall.”

“Sounds to me you just wanna get laid.”

“Maybe I do,” she huffs, hands on her hips, the light of your abat-jour highlighting her golden skin. “Maybe I don’t. What I know is that I wanna get wasted. Come with me, pretty please?”

“Look,” you raise your eyes from the book you’ve been holding, stretching a leg onto the unmade bed of yours, “I just wanna get this fucking paper done. I need,” you grip the phone on the bed table, checking for the white, large numbers on your lock screen, “an hour. An hour and half to edit it and I’m all yours.”

“This paper is due on Thursday, though.”

“Yeah, but I have a reputation to uphold in the family. Have to be the most beautiful and successful.”

“You’re full of shit,” are her last words, muttered with a smile as she grabs her jacket.

“Hey,” you call, stretching your neck towards her, “I don’t care if it’s two am and you’re already wasted. Call me and I’ll come to you with a whole bottle of vodka to make it up to you. Hell, I’ll even kiss you goodnight.”

“I don’t wanna make out with you, you freak.”

“You didn’t say that last time, baby!”

 Seulgi

[2.13]

wassup bitch

make out with meeeeeeeeeeeeee

[location shared]

com n get me littl nuggrt

 Not Sober Seulgi is probably the worst Seulgi you have ever dealt with. You let out a sigh, eyeing the frat dorm all lit up and vibrating to the trashy trap music the insiders are jamming to.

Of course, when it comes to Not Sober Seulgi, there’s boys involved. Frat boys involved. At first, you don’t pay attention to the details, the signs, surrounding you like blinding traffic lights signalling stop stop stop, all red and striking. The thought doesn’t cross your mind, the dots connecting in some hidden part of your brain not making your insides short circuit—instead you’re knocking on the door, then banging on the very wooden entrance until a face shows up; the dorm is dimly lit, and the face is partially lightened by a soft, hued red and, that, too, Future You pinpoints, should have been a sign.

It’s useless, anyway, because you hear the insider talk and you’re burning instantly, like after touching a steaming, hot cup of coffee, except that bitter coffee is still good coffee. Smug Jimin plus bitter you isn’t really sweet, nor a match made in heaven. It’s chaotic, a caustic explosion, and you both know it, judging from the sharp smile he offers you, after blinking lazily at your figure.

“This is a mixer party only,” his soothing voice welcomes you, “Do you have an invite?”

You press your tongue on your teeth, mouth carefully closed.

“Yeah, from Hell, I’ve come to take a fallen angel.”

“Sorry to break it to you, oh-kind-lady, but we didn’t give any invite to poor, damned souls.”

“Too bad I don’t give a fuck about your policies, then,” you move towards the small space between the door and Jimin’s body, but he interferes, placing himself right between the two. “Look, I don’t give a single fuck about this party.”

“Yeah, it sure looks like it.”

You roll your eyes. “My friend is here. She’s most certainly not sober and I’ve come to pick her up. That’s it. Do you think I want to be here, among these drunk, perverted jocks?”

He turns around, stretching his neck, his eyes darting through the crowd, inhibited by alcohol, smelling like cheap beer and weed. The moment his eyes bore into yours, though, it’s terrifying; it’s a rustled reminder of Seokjin’s wedding Jimin, and you don’t like it. You loathe it. You dread it.

“Maybe only some of us.���

He tips his head, lips curving into a timid, small smile, and you tear your gaze from his lips in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, keep dreaming of it. I just want my friend back.” You point your chin towards the amalgam of drunk party animals, “I’ll leave you to your immensely interesting activities, then.”

“What if,” he begins, “You don’t. Or—even better scenario, you leave with me.”

“Best case scenario, I leave with my friend. You stay here.”

“What’s the worst-case scenario, then?”

You cock a brow at him, crossing your arms on your chest. “I leave with my friend, you stay here. Sometime before me leaving, you’re punched. Or kicked. I don’t know. There’s a high chance I’ll throw a drink on you.”

“That implies you’ll be here long enough to grab a drink, doesn’t it? And you don’t have to ruin my shirt to get me naked, babe. Just ask nicely.”

You huff, and you’re mildly tempted to shove him against a wall. Or ruin him. Not in the funny way. More like the high and dry way, the one he knows so well. “I changed my mind, I’ll kick you.”

“Ask nicely?” His teasing tone makes your cheeks flush, and you hope the shitplace with subdued lightening can cover it. His expression shifts into an arrogant one, full smirk and little dimples out, so your cute guess is that he can see. He sees his effect on you, albeit completely unwanted and full of hatred from your side, and he enjoys it. Actually lulls in it, letting out a small laugh which, in turn, makes his eyes turn into crescents, all warm and cute—all things he’s not. All things you know he’s not.

“Ask nicely,” you repeat, rolling the words on your tongue, “Okay, babe. Let’s do this, babe. What do you want from me, babe?”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the answer is you?”

“Yes, actually,” you sigh, fingers brushing his neck, face comically close to his perfect, chiselled one, “That’s exactly what I thought when you stopped fingering me.”

“Right,” Jimin has the audacity to smile, craning his neck as if to close the distance between you in order to meet you for a kiss, “I’m a man of word, thought. You should be impressed.”

“I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s impressed is your face under the orgasm denial definition. Google it, babe, I guarantee you the meaning comes with your name and a brilliant review of one star.”

“Unlike you.” He licks his lips, eyes on your pretty pink ones, smeared with venom, “You’re not coming.” He explains, to further ignite your rage.

“And whose fault is that, babe?”

Jimin nuzzles into your neck, cupping your other cheek with his rough palm, and his thumb stills on your throat, right where your breath is stuck. He adds pressure on it, lips fondling your burning skin, his usual smirk plastered on them.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re not fucking me,” you spit back, mouth now millimetres away from his, gently inviting you to kiss it, and cherish it, and biting it until you’re satisfied with the hot result.

“I’ll eat you out? Until you come.” He hums. “You’ll come.”

His voice is a mere strangled sound, wanting and dripping with need, and you snap out of it with a small smile.

“Nice offer,” your smile is wicked as you scrape his nape with a feathery touch, the slow movement rousing a flutter in your lower belly. “But get in line, babe.”

His shell-shocked face is the last thing you see before you fulfil the let’s rescue Seulgi! party.

 (“Why do you smell like softener?” Seulgi sniffs you, arms looped loosely around your neck, eyes completely shut down. It’s a nice sight, all things considered. You’re no angel, no saint, no perfect person, but you’re a nice friend, and that’s probably the most Seokjin trait you recognize in yourself. It’s your shared apartment, and it’s past 3 am and you’re the one good friend who keeps her promises. “It’s strawberry vodka, you heathen.”)

 The line turns out to be a real line, queue line, let’s get this coffee line, which, well. How can one word it, how can one phrase it fully catching the irony of it all, the distinctive je ne sais quoi of life without—

“Nice to see you here.”

It’s the perfect set for a rom-com, you notice, taking in the warm scenery around you. What else can one dream of, right? The campus coffee shop, the campus hot not-really-but-also-kinda fuckboy Jimin, partial jock to give him credit, full time attractive idiot with a tendency for orgasm denial. Really.

“What are the chances?” You exhale, voice devoid of emotions. For the sake of your parents’ integrity, you suppose, because they raised no impolite woman, of course, you turn around to face the angel-like human being, black hair partially covering his forehead, little dimples on full display. That’s—that is lack of integrity, or indecency or au-fucking-dacity. It might as well be a mix of the above-mentioned possibilities, all fitting and nurturing you because he’s gorgeous. He’s handsome. Jimin’s the most attractive human being you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s not fair.

(Beside the fact that you’ve lived with Kim Seokjin, for fuck’s sake)

He pokes his own cheek, and you bask into the otherworldly scenario that takes place right in front of your caffeine deprived eyes. It’s a sight for sore, soft eyes, and it’s the end of the world as you know it, because it’s morning, too early to properly function like a normal human being, but there he is. There he is, Jimin, channelling his inner boyfriend material aura, oozing off boyfriend smell, nice, fresh, aftershave smell, rocking a stupid sweater and the messiest black mop of hair.

It’s honestly a tragedy, and you won’t stand for it. You will make a move—

“You’re squinting your eyes, like, real tight. Are you alright?”

Just ogling you, your drowsy mind offers, the fucking cheater.

“Yeah,” you reply, swallowing a lump in your dry throat, “Just need coffee. A latte. Anything.”

You move forward in the queue, and as you blink you realize it’s your turn, until it’s not anymore. Jimin carefully and gently moves you out of the way, brushing with the softest touch your side.

“A latte and an iced americano, please.”

The sweetened order for two turns into a hushed thank you, a tipped smile, a flutter of you heart. It’s drinks still half full, his curious gaze darting on your lips, your defences down. It’s unfair, because in a hot second all this pent-up tension shifts into a light, chaste kiss, your back pressed against the coffee shop’s restroom; your chest heaves under his tantalizing make-out session with your neck, followed by his frantic lips pressing on yours, his tongue licking lazily into your mouth, a gasp easing its way out of your warm and eager mouth. It’s a hot-blooded supercut, each frame announced by a starving moan, a content sigh, and, before you realise it, you’re on your bed, Jimin hovering on top of you.

It’s Saturday morning, you hum to yourself, fingers sliding into his hair, all’s in check. There’s a warm body slumped on yours, his tongue swerving on your lower lip and his hips shyly bucking between your open legs. Your panties are drenched, you can feel his hard on through the jeans and, really, all’s in check.

He nudges your nose with his. “Lemme eat you out.”

The answer lies sitting on the tip of your tongue, right next to an obnoxious remark that you hope will rile him up enough for him to rip your underwear, which you definitely won’t complain about. However, the words don’t come out, they slur in your craving mouth the second he gets up and shoves you toward the end of your unmade bed, spreading your naked legs open with his calloused palms.

“Nice skirt,” he comments, voice a rasp, eyeing the drenched, lilac underwear, skirt at this point gone up to cover your stomach. “I just want…”

He shuffles closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath on your core, and that’s when Jimin pulls the panties on a side, teasing you with little licks to your entrance. You’re responsive, too eager for anything to quench your thirst that you sigh happily at the barest of actions, gripping strands of his hair. Jimin chuckles, engulfing the throbbing clit in his mouth in one go and drawing desperate moans out of your cute, devilish mouth.

“Fuckboy move,” you emit, voice cracking at the pressure of his warm mouth, “Oh, oh. Fuck…”

He replies flattening his tongue on your core, then licking and lapping against your dripping folds. Jimin positively glows at the cries you let out, face slobbering with your arousal while driving you insane, fucking with his tongue like his life depended on it. It’s almost a spiritual experience, a crescendo of wails and sobs, his face drown in your pussy and his tongue paying reverence to your approaching orgasm. He can feel it in the way you writhe, in his hand splaying over your stomach, keeping you still while he eats you religiously, forehead beaded with sweat.

You come with a trembling hand in his hair, the other flicking your bare nipple, back slightly arched and a lewd mewl; Jimin takes in the way your body trembles, your breath all staggered because of him, and the sight alone is enough for him to cum in his pants with a grunt, completely untouched.

The second time it happens is, coincidentally, the first time Jimin knows there’s no turning back from this.

/

Complicated is a big word when it comes to relationship, you reckon, emitting something akin to a gasp, truly soap operas worthy material, but, for the first time in your life, you decide to name it this way.

Being with Jimin is… complicated, for starters. Especially because you’re not with Jimin, in the strict, relationship-wise meaning. He knows your favourite colour (“Why the fuck you only own purple underwear?” “It’s lilac, dick, watch your mouth.” “Watch your own mouth, babe. You’re the one on your knees.”), your favourite food (“But you like having your mouth stuffed with my cock, honey.” You sigh, blushing. “First of all, I’m talking about real food. That amazing steak kind of food—“

“I’ll show you real meat, babe.”

“Gross. Gross. How can I cancel the last five seconds of my life?”

“Come here, Jared, nineteen,” he half smiles, tilting his head, “I’ll get us fries.”), your favourite movie (“We can’t get each other off every time your ugly paper cap fits—oh,” you suck in a breath, Jimin flicking his tongue on your turgid nipple, “oh, god, don’t stop.”), your best friend’s name (“I condone you dicking her so good she sometimes cries, you know, I just don’t when I’m in the room next to hers and all I can hear is my best friend trying to formulate a single coherent word but failing because you’re pounding her mercilessly into the mattress.” Jimin chuckles, grabbing his jacket before holding the doorknob. “She begged, Seulgi.”)—so what? It’s not like you sat down and decided not to ask each other dumb questions, so that you could find out in the funny, kinky way. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even decide on anything, didn’t even talk about talking, because the relationship related shit didn’t even cross your mind.

It’s even quite fucking hard for it to cross it, because half the time you’re together you’re either both naked – except for the time he pleaded for the tartan mini to stay – or stuffing your mouth with food—because, if there’s something you’ve learned after one too many hook-ups with him is that this kind of sex requires strength. Like, actual, physical strength, if we’re not talking about the this test is draining me please fuck me until I can’t walk sex. Which, yeah, 10/10 would recommend. That was the day Seulgi decided to invest in ear plugs while muttering capitalism, here I come.

You also came.

Funnily enough, guess who also came. Not in the funny, kinky way. Think about the grossest thing, imagine the beyond the bounds of possibility, sprinkle it with Jimin earnestly shoving his dick down your throat, stir it with a poor Taehyung brushing his teeth next to the both of you, a step away from the shower, and serve it on the most expensive plate in the kitchen, a recipe not approved by Kim Seokjin.

Yeah, you mentally roll your eyes, licking your lips clean, at eye-level with your sorta enemy with benefits’ pretty dick: the married brother of yours, former fratboy, taller than your current will to live.

In hindsight, maybe it is Seokjin’s fault. Once you’re married, you’re supposed to be committed to the cause, and sometimes, an angry little crumb in you finds the audacity to speak, the cause is made up of your four walls: ergo home, ergo your married life, miles away from the absurdity that once filled his university days. You’re being hypocritical, you realize, skin wet, body trembling. In the simplest, most hedonistic terms, you’re done with the chaos in this fraternity and just wished that hooking up was easier. It’s more than a stolen orgasm, a random spur of pleasure and free de-stresser; it’s also something not quite like art but just as peculiar. Sex with Jimin is more than nice, more than a fast rummage of clothes on the floor and panties teared, or condoms stuffed in every single pocket of his jacket.

It should also be noticed that it’s been one hell of a stressful week, okay, which means that it’s one of those times you seek for naked intimacy, in its least literal meaning. You’re looking for something sure, something silent, something earnest. Jimin gives you that in the simplest of forms, in the easiest of ways. It’s not fair for your brother to come unannounced and burst into the house with his adorable laugh and love for his own brothers. Way to ruin the moment, bro.

Jimin blinks attentively when Taehyung laughs, clapping his hands all happy and following the elder’s voice outside the bathroom.

“I’m getting you my clothes.”

“Wait, what?”

His lips part just enough for his tongue to wet them, and your eyes follow in silence the gesture.

“I mean,” he starts, grabbing a towel, “You either come out with me from this bathroom or you don’t.”

He’s concise, yet harsh, words uttered with those soft lips yet are just as hot as a slap in your face. He’s telling the truth, but you soon find out you don’t really like it.

There’s something abrupt and severe in those chosen words, so well picked out because they’re not meant to hurt, but at the same time they’re so worrying. So terrible, practically as hard as a punch in your guts.

You either come out of the bathroom with him — you had been blowing minutes before, hadn’t you? Quite the intimacy, huh? — or you don’t. You stay behind. Different rooms, a whole door to separate you while he’s out with the people he cares about.

Seems legit, but. It’s unfair. You know Jimin isn’t choosing for you, but it’s obvious he’s inclined towards an option between the two, and you’re terrified to discover whether it’s his own desire pushing or what he thinks you want.

You, instead, push the thought aside when you nod, taking the towel from his hands and covering your body from this terrific half hook-up.

Because that’s what it is—that’s what you are.

It dawns upon you like a cold breeze hitting your face in full December, suddenly, and that’s when you realize winter is near. In your mind, this hooking up scenario seemed nicer. Sounded softer, a cute bubble moving slowly in the air.

But now—well, now the bubble has burst, and it feels wrong, and this unexpected wrong doesn’t feel right in your chest, and that’s the story of how you leave the house escaping from his window, in his clothes, with vision blurred by hot, stupid, idiotic tears.

/

Seulgi is the first one to notice, and, obviously, the first one to speak.

“Something’s been bothering you,” she says, head tilted in a way that’s supposed to be emphatic and worried but comes off as stiff and terrified. “Care to share?”

It’s just a wholesome amount of terrifying stuff, isn’t it? First the shower incident, now Seulgi’s ways not working around you anymore. What’s next? Avoiding Jimin for a whole week? Blocking his number? Losing the smart and beautiful title to your obnoxious brother?

You wouldn’t be surprised, really. Shit like this always happens at the same fucking time.

“It’s nothing. A stressful couple days, maybe? Or maybe I’m getting sick. There’s a guy always coughing during Physics. Maybe it’s his fault, who knows.”

Seulgi unlocks her phone, an unreadable gaze studying you. She gives up a second later, though, her weak maybe reaching your ears when you’ve already looked down on your book.

One simply cannot be annoyed because of a half hook up. Christ. You deserve better than that. You have some dignity left, tainted by everything that’s not Jimin and his harsh, stupid words.

So, your mind offers, while you squint your eyes, I suppose there’s nothing else you could do about it.

Nothing else besides acknowledging it and moving on.

Sounds like a plan. A fireproof plan, an escape plan, something detailed and precise. Planned to work out smoothly; planned to be executed without pain or mistakes.

/

It’s seven sharp when he knocks, takeout in his left hand, eyes bulging because it’s fucking freezing outside.

“It’s fucking freezing, what the fuck.” He says out loud, indeed. What he receives as an answer is the sound of your tongue clicking, the biggest amount of interest you’ve shown towards him the whole week. He would finally exhale, weren’t it for the fact that this is still pretty traumatic, because if there’s something he’s learned while orbiting around you, is that you’re constantly awake and aware of your surroundings. Your body language says that you pay attention to him, or Seulgi, or whoever you’re talking to. You follow the guy with your eyes, and you listen and nod in all the right places during a conversation, and you search for his dark gaze when he’s fucking you in the dimly lit bedroom, the bed creaking under your sweaty sex making. He’s not admitting it, he never will, and he’ll pretty much deny this to everyone who will ask but: there’s something hot about it. Something burning with the way your body reacts to him, when your eyes follow his actions, while your voice falters when he fucks you right, and it somehow pushes him to the edge every time. It’s the equivalent of Jungkook getting a boner in the gym while catching girls and boys drooling at him, except he’s talking about you and your crazy moans, your magic aura.

And yes, okay, fucking blame him, the realization alone made him jerk off in his room like a teen, twice, yesterday. That’s a fact. That’s barely a fact, alright? This is a truth; a statement soon forgot by the knowers. Obviously.

You look spent, he thinks, if he had to choose a word, dared by some arrogant deity to define the current mess you were. He glances at your barely done ponytail, at the tiredness written all over your face. He takes in your baggy sweater, your quiet beauty, knowing this is gonna be one of those nights you take a step back.

He doesn’t say anything though, instead he brushes the hair on your forehead, not even making contact with your skin.

You grab the bag from his hands, shivering instantly and hoping he doesn’t read the signs. They’re—they’re there, you know, you’re collecting them slowly, one after another, grabbing one and looking cautiously for the following one, hoping it’s not there. Hoping it doesn’t exist.

You exhale a sigh, disguising it as cough, a noise, something distracting Jimin from his silent staring, which is, funnily enough, loud and cacophonic.

“Hungry,” you state, the single word weighting more because of the soft pout on your lips. Jimin hates that he knows what it means, that it’s gonna be just the two of you this time, no chill whatsoever, no bodies touching and melting against each-other. He’s not complaining, what the fuck, he’s not an idiot. He’s not even mad, he’s just—accepting, on a level. This is the point of no return, he guesses, following you on the couch and admiring the laptop’s screen reflected on your face.

He doesn’t say anything when you search for Brooklyn 99 on Netflix, because he’d say everything, otherwise. He’d mumble something along the lines of this feels real, we could do this all the time, or, worst of all: I like this. I like you.

So, in order: he tugs at your sleeves and scoots you closer to him, and you say absolutely nothing at the gesture. He’s ecstatic on the inside, partially terrified, mostly delusional. He pretends he’s something more when you lean on him, the slightest pressure of your head on his shoulder. He cares zero fucks about the show when he’s breathing your scent in and feels how warm you are and shuts his eyelids down when he pictures you adoring him. Liking him. Liking him a whole lot more—

He’s fucked, he realises, hours later, when you doze off and he has to carry you to bed, something you claim of loathing, which—what on earth. It’s an unfathomable absurdity, that’s what it is.

“You can stay.”

His voice falters. “What?”

You cough, eyes closed as you speak sinful words: “The night, I mean. It’s fucking freezing outside.”

His lips form a small o, and it’s hot all of a sudden. “Alright,” he manages, staring at you on your bed, hands fidgety and heartbeat accelerated for some reason, “Make space for me. Hey, fucker. I’m serious. Let me in.”

You do.

(to be continued. ily)

#BTS jimin #bts #bts fic #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts smut #bts social media au #bts imagine #bts imagines #jimin imagine #jimin #jimin smut #jimin bts #jimin x reader

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 7]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; Oral(both receiving), fingering, using panties as a gag hhrhdkj, minor cockwarming, this one slightly do be based on wonwoo gaming on that program like 2?? days ago, so gamer!wonwoo makes an appearance!!! heheh dis is for the ones with a kink for wonwoo’s hands cuz baby, me too. LMAO 🥴🥴🥴💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - x - x - x

“So… How’s your dick appointment treating you?”

Minghao thinks he’s slick when he brings it up, eyes darting across the book in front of him instead of looking directly at you when he asks. “I mean doesn’t he live here? Why don’t you ask him.” You point to the stairs across the frat house’s living room without even looking.

Minghao had invited you over for a ‘study session’ even though you could tell in an instant that the only reason why he’d invited you over was just to interrogate you about Wonwoo.

“Oh please, as if Wonwoo’s gonna say anything. When he’s not here studying, he’s gaming. Not much of a talker when it comes to that kinda stuff.”

You shut your book, placing it next to you on the sofa as you turn to look at Minghao on the opposite loveseat. “And what do you expect to get out of me? You want a play by play?” Minghao laughs, glancing at you for a second before casually turning the page of his book. “Not necessarily. Kinda just curious how the two of you even got into this position. If you know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively just as you toss a pillow at his head.

“What does that even mean?”

“I mean, think about it! You used to never come to our parties and suddenly you’re in cahoots with Wonwoo? And for the record, I don’t think any of the other guys here saw it coming from him either. I mean sure the guy’s probably had hookups but… How long have the two of you even been messing around?” 

“Um, I guess a few weeks? I--I don’t remember.”

“Interesting… How’s his dick game?”

“Minghao.”

The male shrugs, standing and stretching. “Hey, can’t blame me for being curious. You should’ve seen Mingyu the other day. He basically sat Wonwoo down like it was an interrogation. Single lamp and all.”

“Yeah and it was annoying.”

Wonwoo’s deep voice cuts across the room; you and Minghao turning to face him as you immediately notice his very different haircut. There was a certain boyish charm about his new shorter and darker locks that had you staring a little longer than you intended. Fuck, he looked even hotter.

“I mean, you could’ve just spilled the beans, man. Cut and dry.”

Wonwoo smirks, shooting you a wink before he adjusts the bag on his shoulder.

“Where’s the fun in that.”

You hear the door click shut behind you as you take in the current room Wonwoo had walked you to. It was a smaller office room, with a long desk and two computer setups against the wall.

“Really? A gaming room? I can’t believe you guys have one of these.”

“Seungcheol paid for most of the stuff in here so I can’t complain.” The two of you set your things down, taking a seat in the two computer chairs. “Can I ask why you wanted to talk to me, Wonwoo?”

“Yeah, I think we need to talk about us.” Uh oh.

“Sure, you go first.”

He adjusts his glasses, crossing his legs as he relaxes into the chair. “I mean, it’s nothing bad. Although I guess it’d depend on how you see it. I just want to know if we’re on the same page.”

“Okay…” You gulp, unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Are you looking for a relationship? With me.” Oh.

“N-no? I… I never thought about it, to be honest.” Wonwoo nods quietly, hands interlocking in his lap. “Okay, because I’m going to be honest with you. I’m not really interested in relationships, they’re not really for me. And whatever this thing we have going on is the longest I’ve held interest in anyone but I can’t sit here and tell you there’s any romantic feelings on my end.” You take in his words, mentally agreeing. “Is that okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah totally. Sorry, I was just thinking. But yeah, I’m not looking for a relationship either so I get you.” He scoots his chair closer to you, leaning in until he’s only inches away from your face. “Don’t get me wrong, I think we get along very well. I think you’re beautiful and quite interesting. I’d even consider us friends if asked. I’m just not a relationship kinda guy and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or get hurt.” There’s a certain tenderness to Wonwoo’s voice that lets you know he’s being completely genuine and giving you an out if you were starting to feel anything different.

“And if I’m being completely honest, I went to talk to my professor about that excavation trip. He said he’d reconsider a spot for me next semester and I didn’t mention it to you before but it’d be a whole semester abroad. So that’d be about three or four months away from here.” Damn.

“Do you think you’ll go?” You bite the inside of your cheek, wondering what you’d do without Wonwoo. Sure, neither of you were interested in a relationship, but he’d become a constant in your life that you actually liked.

“Probably? I mean I wanted to, so if he can make space for me, I’d most likely go. It’s a long time to be abroad but I think it’d be a good experience for me. I’ll find out in a couple weeks though.” You nod understandingly, letting him know that you hope he got the spot. “Me too. I just came back from talking to him and now I’m beat. Honestly, I just wanna game for a bit.” He laughs, running a hand through his short locks.

“Should I leave you alone then? Cute hair, by the way. It suits you.”

“Nah, you can chill here if you want. I know you were studying or whatever with Minghao. And thanks.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence; Wonwoo booting up one of the computers and putting on his headset as you pull out the book you were reading earlier. After a few minutes, the sounds from his game and keyboard clacking are all you can hear. Once in a while, Wonwoo makes a comment towards another online player and you take your eyes off your book to watch him, admiring the focus clear on his face as he launches into a new match. Your eyes travel down his arms until they set on his hands; delicate yet masculine at the same time as they flex and glide all over the keyboard. You weren’t sure if you ever properly admired them but now that your focus was on them, all you could think of was Wonwoo’s hands all over you.

Wonwoo breaks into a bit of a smirk, noticing the way you stare. He silences his mic for a second, never completely taking his eyes off of the screen.

“I can see you, you know. What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Nothin’ just… thinking about your hands is all.” “Oh? Why’s that.”

“They look… nice. And big.” Wonwoo hums, turning his mic back on as he refocuses on the game. You can’t even read the words on the page anymore now that you’re thinking about Wonwoo though. Looking around, you take notice that there’s just enough space underneath the table in front of him, a cheeky smile on your face as you quietly put your book away.

In the midst of Wonwoo’s match, he doesn’t notice you standing or even when you get on your knees on the floor. It’s only when he feels you crawling underneath the table that he silences his mic again.

“Want to explain what the fuck you’re doing, princess?”

“Nothin~ ‘m just playing. Focus on your game.”

“You’re treading very dangerous territory, y’know.” You giggle quietly, nuzzling against his thigh as your hands massage him through the material of his pants.

“Let’s play a game. How about you get me hard and I’ll reward you.”

“Okay~” He gets back to his game just as you palm him through his pants, his legs tensing up almost immediately. You know that you can’t just touch him over his pants, so you reach for the waistband, undoing the button and zipper as best as you can. Wonwoo helps you out a bit, spreading his legs wide and shimmying a little closer towards the edge of his seat so that you could reach him better.

“Fuck, keep an eye to your right, there’s a player behind the pillar.”

You almost forget his mic is on as you tug his pants down slightly, sitting up on your knees to the best of your ability to lick at his cock through his underwear. He inhales sharply at your soft and teasing touches; cock already throbbing at the feeling. You brace your hands on his thighs, licking and sucking through the material until you feel him getting harder under your touch.

After a few minutes of your torturous teasing, you start on the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to pull his half hard cock out. You run a hand down his shaft, the pad of your thumb running along the vein on the underside as Wonwoo curses out loud. Whether it’s because of you or his game, you don’t know. But you lean in, tracing the same vein with your tongue from the base to the head of his cock, sucking on the tip until Wonwoo curses again. Sometimes Wonwoo could be so easy too. You repeat this a few more times, running your tongue from the base to the head of his cock, alternating from soft and hard touches.

You hear furious clacking on the keyboard a few moments later and Wonwoo’s headset being placed on the table as you use your hand on him instead. His chair slides back a little, your grip on him loosening as he gives you a pointed stare from above.

“Are you trying to get me off?”

“Well--”

“Get out from under there. And take your skirt off, underwear too. I want you on the other chair with your legs spread.”

You crawl out from under the table noting that his computer screen is on the game’s home screen instead. You take off the requested items as you slide your already sticky panties down your legs, tossing them on top of your discarded skirt on the other end of the table. Sitting down, you spread your legs on the opposite computer chair, watching as Wonwoo gets on his knees this time. “You have two choices. My fingers or my mouth, sweetheart?”

“Fingers, please.”

Wonwoo brings his index and middle finger to his lips and you exhale shakily watching his tongue run across the digits, pulling them into his mouth as he wets them. The act is much more sensual than you expect, but part of it comes from the fact that now Wonwoo knows you seem to fixate on his hands. So he makes a show of it; letting you watch as he wets his fingers generously.

There’s a smug look on his face when he knows he’s got you hooked, popping his wet fingers from his mouth as he brings them down onto your skin, trailing them across the skin of your thigh. “Your sudden fascination with my hands is interesting, I have to say.” You whimper when he runs them down your folds, collecting the wetness on them before positioning a single one at your entrance. “P-please, Wonwoo…” He takes mercy, slowly inching his finger inside as you moan and clench around it.

Wonwoo starts a slow pace, pumping the digit inside of you and wrapping his free hand around his own cock. You mewl when he curls his finger into your g-spot, hips slightly lifting off the chair as you try to meet his thrusts. “Wonwoo…”

“I know, sweetheart.” He easily adds another finger, pumping and scissoring them inside of you. You brace your hands on the armrests of the chair, riding his fingers as you chase your pleasure. Wonwoo lets go of his cock, instead gripping your thigh as he places one over his shoulder; throwing you a quick look before he delves in, tongue immediately on your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!”

Your nails dig into the armrests, teeth clenching at the sudden feeling of his tongue on your skin. He laps at your clit slowly, matching the pace of his slow fingers. He laughs against your skin, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine. Wonwoo knew how easily he could get you to cum, but he wasn’t ready for you to get there just yet.

And when he sucks your clit into his mouth, he can feel your walls tightening around his digits, so he pulls away, licking his lips.

“How about we play a different game now?” He thrusts his fingers particularly hard, curling them into your g-spot as you whimper. “W-what kinda game?” Wonwoo slips his fingers from inside of you, bringing the wet fingers to his mouth as he licks them clean.

He gets up from the floor, picking up your panties from the other end of the table as he walks back over to the other computer chair.

“This game is called ‘you’re going to fuck yourself on my cock and not make a noise while I play a match’.”

Wonwoo settles back into his chair, hand on his cock. The panties he’d picked up are set next to his keyboard and you bite your bottom lip. “Well? Do you want to play? If you make a noise, I’m going to have to use these to keep you quiet.” Nodding, he gives you enough space to climb onto his lap, your back against his chest as you sink down slowly on his cock. You moan noisily once he’s fully sheathed inside your warmth, knowing Wonwoo’s mic wasn’t on yet.

“Hope that was worth it, princess.” He reaches around you, turning his mic on but leaving the headset on the table directly in front of you instead of putting it on. He turns the volume all the way up so he can still hear what’s going on in the game as he loads up a new round; one hand on the mouse and one on the keyboard as you start to grind and rotate your hips on top of him. You brace your hands on the armrests of the chair, biting your lip to try and keep yourself quiet. Wonwoo could be such a devil.

And you do quite well for a while, quiet shaky breaths the only small noises you make. Wonwoo has to be on his third match by now since you sat down on his cock, shockingly calm as ever.

In the middle of a loading screen, Wonwoo reaches around, finger on your clit as he rubs harsh circles around it quickly. You immediately break into a loud moan, thighs clamping shut around his hand as your upper body lurches forward.

“Hey, did you hear that?”

“Yeah, it sounded like someone was hurt?”

The voices are muffled through the headset but you catch it, body breaking out into a bit of a cold sweat. Wonwoo leans in close, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he whispers. “Quiet now, princess. Don’t wanna get caught do you?”

“B-but, y-you--” And just as soon as his hand was on you, he takes it off, placing it back on the computer mouse as he launches into another game match.

You can feel your orgasm building, your small noises turning into bigger and slightly louder ones quickly. There’s a momentary panic that floods you for a second before you say ‘screw it’, chasing your pleasure instead as you whine out loud. 

“Hey, what’s that noise?”

“Seriously, what is that?”

Wonwoo takes his hand off of the keyboard quick as lightning, grabbing the pair of panties before he curtly whispers “open” against the shell of your ear. You part your lips just as he brings the material up to your mouth, shoving it in as he gets back to his game. He kisses your ear, nosing at the column of your neck before quietly whispering to you again. “I want to play another round after this, so you’re going to keep it quiet until then, am I understood?” You nod vigorously, tilting your head back until it rests on his broad shoulder.

Eventually you get tired, sitting quietly on his cock as you catch your breath. There’s a warmness that floods you, feeling full of his cock as you sit on his lap. This was comfortable anyway. You clench around him once or twice, waiting for him to finish his game so he can focus all his energy on you instead.

Your eyes flit to the computer screen, watching as his character runs around on screen in the game. And it only takes a few minutes before the match is over, Wonwoo’s team winning as he leaves it on the winning results page.

“The mic is still on, but I think you deserve to cum now, huh?” You nod against his shoulder as he moves to stand up, forcing your body over the table as your head hovers directly over the mic. You can hear him chuckle quietly behind you before he starts fucking you properly from behind, his hands on your waist. You try your best to keep quiet now that the mic is directly underneath you, muffled moans spilling from your lips when he slams into you.

“Touch your clit for me. Make yourself cum.” You can barely catch Wonwoo’s whispers, reaching a hand down between your legs as you roll the nub between your fingertips; only urging more muffled noises to spill from your mouth.

“Hey, is someone hurt? There’s like weird noises coming from someone’s mic.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing it all throughout our matches. What the fuck is it?”

“It’s really freaking me out, it just sounds like someone’s breathing into it.”

You figure the quicker you cum, the quicker Wonwoo will turn the fucking mic off, so you chase your orgasm; the pads of your fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit. And Wonwoo can feel you tightening around him, his own thrusts erratic as he chases his own pleasure. 

The tension snaps and you feel you orgasm washing over you; muffled screams of Wonwoo’s name on your lips. You can vaguely pick up on more people screaming and talking through the headset but you don’t even care anymore, pushing the material out of your mouth as you moan out loud. 

“Yooooo, hey, what the fuck?”

“What is going on!?”

Wonwoo’s grip on you tightens as he feels himself cumming, pulling out as he cums on your ass; the warm substance coating your skin. 

The noises from the headset become annoying to Wonwoo, so he leans over, muting the mic finally as you sigh contentedly.

“Oops, looks like I made a mess. Guess I should clean you up?” 

Wonwoo drops to his knees behind you once more, fully intent on making you cum at least one more time.

After the two of you get cleaned up, he walks you to the kitchen, grabbing you a glass of water while he searches the fridge for something to snack on. Wonwoo makes an off-hand comment about how sex always makes him really hungry. You agree.

Jeonghan, one of the older students in the frat house walks in, leaning up against the kitchen island as he looks you up and down.

“You know Seungcheol’s gonna be pissed you fucked in his gaming room, right?” You choke on your drink, placing the glass down as you wipe at the water dribbling down your chin. “No offense, but the walls aren’t exactly soundproof. You can try to keep quiet all you want but the computer chair creaking in there isn’t really normal, if you ask me.” The said male turns to face Jeonghan, a bowl of blueberries in his hand.

“Okay and? We never told him when you fucked that random sorority girl in his bedroom and then made her leave through the window. And then you barfed on his $300 rug and blamed it on Seokmin who was drunk enough to believe he really did it.” Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at Wonwoo’s short retelling of Jeonghan’s apparently big fuck up. What the fuck!?

Jeonghan appears mildly flustered, pretending to check his nails as he stands there awkwardly.

“Okay. That’s fair.”

#fratboy!wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines

[starktonyx]

Something new (Tom Holland x reader) - smut!

Word count: 2.3k

Description: You surprise Tom by deep throathing him for the first time.

Warnings: language, oral sex (obv), minimal gagging and a little bit of dirty talk.

Note: This is my first time writing smut for Tom and I got so inspired that I think I need some holy water after this lmao. Anyway hope you enjoy!

Masterlist 

You were ready.

Ever since you read that damn article on a Cosmopolitan magazine, 'How to deep throat your man like an expert', you hadn't stopped thinking about it for weeks. At first you were hesitant about it, you didn't know if you were going to be capable of pulling it off and you certainly didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Tom. But hell, Tom, just the thought of having his dick all the way down your throat made you suffocatingly horny. It's not like you haven't given him a blowjob before, it's just that it never got to the point where he literally hit the back of your throat and you really wanted to try it.

So you decided to do it.

But first, you needed to practice. Thank goodness you hadn't thrown away that magazine that included 'five amazing tips on deep throating'. At first you felt quite ridiculous practicing to be honest, but you both always looked for new ways to spice up things in the bedroom and this was absolutely perfect for that. And since you practiced with the vibrator Tom had gotten you for your last birthday, it really made you focus on doing this for him.

Because you wanted to deep throat your man like an expert.

And you were ready now.

The timing seemed to be perfect, Tom would leave for about a month to do the press tour for his upcoming spiderman movie, Far From Home, and since this was your last night together you obviously wanted him to leave satisfied. Although it's not like you guys haven't been fucking everyday to make up for the time he would be gone, but you wanted to give him just a little bit more.

You took a shower and prepared yourself in the room you both shared while he was hanging in the living room. You finished getting in your new lingerie set you bought specially for this occasion, a gorgeous red lace set that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Just like he liked it.

You took a deep breath as you opened the door of your room, revealing Tom comfortably sitting on the couch wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. He was on the phone with whom you supposed was his assistant.

"Yeah yeah I've got everything ready" He affirmed to the person on the phone, oblivious to your figure staring at him.

You sneaked behind the couch just so that he didn't see what you were wearing yet. You pressed your hands on his naked thick shoulders, gently massaging them to try and ease the tension, he always got nervous before press conferences. He gratefully smiled when he felt your hands relaxing him, to which he put his hand on top of yours to somehow thank you.

"Yes, I know I have to be there at 6am. I'll be there" He affirmed once again rolling his eyes, his management team had been repeating the same thing over and over for the last few days.

"You seem a little stressed out baby" You whispered to the ear that didn't have the phone on. His eyes widened when his assistant asked him what was that.

"N-nothing it's just the TV" He lied and you laughed at his dumbass nature. He half turned to look at you and silently told you to stop talking.

You complied and instead of talking decided to go for his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that distracted him from the words the person was saying.

"We expect the flight to arrive at 9 am, that should give us a lot of time to oh–" He moaned just when you hit that sweet spot and instantly covered the phone with his hand when you laughed. He fake coughed to the phone before speaking again "I ... I'm sorry I was saying it should give us a lot of time to arrive to the interview at 12"

You decided it was time to stop playing with him and actually get to the deal, your panties already getting wet from his little moans. You walked around the couch to sit on his lap, admiring Tom's face when he finally realized only a few strands of lace covered your body. My god, the things he wanted to do to you this moment. You moved your hand to his phone but didn't take it away, you just covered it.

"Are you done with that call, baby boy?" You sensually asked as his eyes trailed down your body.

He repeatedly nodded biting his bottom lip and directed himself towards the phone one last time.

"Yeah yeah yeah I'll be there in time, see you there I got to go" He hurriedly said and hung up the phone before getting an answer, tossing it to the side. "Now is my turn darling" He smirked, this time he was the one sucking on your neck.

"Umm Tommy"

You let out the sweet whimpers your boyfriend loved to hear as you started rocking back and forth on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hardening cock under the fabric of his sweatpants. His hands were pinching your butt as he worked his way on you, while yours traveled through his defined torso.

He abandoned your neck and began sucking on your collarbone, with a swift movement he unclasped your bra and now he played with your hard nipples in his mouth.

"You're so damn beautiful love" He said in a husky voice, already leaving marks on your delicate chest claiming you as his.

"Oh baby, don't stop" You pleaded running your hands through his curly hair.

The room was filled with your moans and Tom couldn't be more delighted. He always knew how to make you squirm under his touch, this time was no exception to the point where you almost gave in.

But you remembered your mission.

"I want to try something" You mumbled, almost whining when he separated his lips from your skin.

Tom's eyes glistened with lust, he was always up for new things. He bit his bottom lip as you stood up from his lap to crouch down in front of him, perfectly lining up with his – still covered – crotch.

You took this as your chance to slide down his sweatpants along with his boxers while he lifted his butt to help you, his hard member flying up as it was liberated from the fabric. You lustfully stared at his erection already excited in anticipation.

Of course Tom was also excited, he knew his dick was about to be in that pretty mouth of yours but damn, he didn't know it was going to fill it to the very end. He scooted closer to the edge of the couch so you got a better grip on him and you decided to tease him a little bit first.

"Oh ... fuck" He moaned, his breath hitching when you slowly started sucking the tip, tasting the few drops of pre cum on it.

You began running your tongue up and down his length before putting half of it in your mouth and began slowly sucking, pumping the other half with your hand. He let out soft whimpers as he rested his head on the back of the couch closing his eyes.

"Babe ... stop teasing" He begged slurring his words, as if the teasing was actually painful to him.

You smirked when you had him right how you wanted and with no warning took your hand off to bury his entire dick in your mouth in one go, gagging just a little bit when it hit the back of your throat.

"Ohhh Y/n" Your boyfriend let out the loudest and prettiest moan you've ever heard when his dick traveled all the way down your throat.

He moved his head up from his previous position and stared with wide eyes at you surprised for a second, but then a look of admiration replaced it.

You kept the eye contact with him as you began full on deep throathing his cock now, moving your head up and down until his balls hit your chin, swallowing his whole length. His moans became louder with every move you made, accompanied by silent curses while his dick was throbbing in your mouth.

Tom tried to keep looking at you, the sight was so beautiful he really tried, but the feeling of your mouth wrapping his entire length was so overwhelming that his eyes kept closing every time it touched the back of your throat.

"H-holy fuck darling" He grunted when your mouth left his member to catch your breath for a second and swallow the accumulated saliva.

"You like it baby boy?"  You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him, knowing damn well a few seconds ago he was loving it.

"You better put it back in that pretty mouth of yours now" He ordered answering indirectly your question, his english accent making him sound so dominant.

He laid his back on the couch once again, but this time he was no longer begging, he was the one giving orders. He casually - not really - put his hands behind his head to support it, flexing his strong arms for you.

Fuck, you were sure the carpet under your crouching body was flooded with the juices falling from your dripping pussy. The feeling of Tom's huge cock traveling all the way down your throat already drenched your thong.

So you obliged and once again started going down on his dick, this time putting a hand under your panties to touch yourself. Tom couldn't keep flexing his arms for long when he grabbed a fistful of hair and started pulling and pushing your head to make you go faster, helping you swallow his palpitating member. You started gagging a little bit but didn't mind and kept going, as you enjoyed devouring every single inch of it.

"Mmm yes darling, please..."

His cockiness went away in a second as he became a moaning mess again, he didn't know how much longer he could go until he drowned you in his cum. He began pushing your head harder and couldn't help the grunts that came out his mouth.

You loved his moans and whimpers. Hell, you lived for them. But when he started grunting and growling that's when you knew he was loosing it and was about to come.

And he knew it too.

Because god, the wet sounds your mouth kept making, your desperate hand rubbing yourself and not to mention how beautiful you looked with your mouth full of him was driving him to the edge.

He suddenly stood up from the couch as he tightened his grip on your head, and straight out started pounding into your mouth from his standing position. Your gagging sounds were music to his ears, and his loud grunts were to yours. He made a ponytail with your hair to keep your head in place as he desperately thrusted in and out of your mouth.

"Look at my girl, taking me so good" He proudly praised. "Fuck, you're such a good girl"

With each trust his grunts became louder as he felt his orgasm build up in a way he had never experienced before, all of his senses going crazy when his dick started twitching in your mouth.

"Oh baby ... I'm going to– ugh"

He couldn't finish his sentence as he gave the last thrusts before coming in your mouth, his cum slowly filling your sore throat. Tom tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, he came so hard he felt like he was about to black out from the overwhelming pleasure that ran through his entire body. He finally let go his grip on your hair and pulled his dick from your mouth admiring how, in your still kneeling position, you swallowed every drip of cum he gave you.

"Shit baby, that was so fucking hot" He admitted panting, his pounding heart still ringing in his ears.

You smiled as you wiped off the rests of cum that fell on your chin. He offered you a hand and you gladly took it standing up, he then backed off and threw himself on the couch taking you with him. You both laughed as you landed on top on him, your naked torsos rising up and down with your heavy breaths from your previous activity.

"I'm so glad it really payed off, I practiced a lot actually" You confessed chuckling.

You guessed it didn't come as smooth as you thought it would when he looked at you confused and with a hint of anger he was ready to complain, but you interrupted him before he could speak.

"With the vibrator you gave me dumbass, obviously not with a man" You explained and laughed at his regretting face.

"You had me in the first half love, not gonna lie" He joined your laugh as you shook your head. "So... you practiced a lot huh?" He teasingly asked, to which you smirked.

"Well, I like to make my boy happy" You seductively replied, trailing kisses down his neck once again. "And I wanted to give you something to remember while you are away"

"Oh I'm definitely going to remember that every night" He affirmed before cupping your face with his hands. "Now is my turn to make you happy darling, what do you say I put that vibrator to good use right now" He huskily suggested, feeling your dripping wet pussy on his torso.

"Sure baby boy, as long as you fuck me after that" You playfully whispered in his ear before gently biting it.

You let out a yelp when he quickly lifted you from the couch and stood up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs on his torso as he walked towards your bedroom.

"Oh darling I will"

He didn't care he had to be up early tomorrow for his flight, he was going to thank his girl for being so good and fuck her until the sun came out.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tom holland reader insert #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #marvel #marvel masterlist #marvel smut #marvel fic #marvel angst #marvel imagine #mcu #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #endgame #far from home #spiderman ffh #tom holland gq #tom holland gif #marvel reader insert

[takoyakitenchou]

You said in an earlier post that "Erina knows if she loves him she should let go of him so he can be happy, but she doesn’t give half a shit how selfish she’s being and this hurts because she thinks she doesn’t love Souma enough to allow him the happiness he deserves. and thus she believes she doesn’t even deserve him." I remember you've also said you write a lot of Reflecting!Erina, so could you turn the stuff above into a one-shot please?

hey anon! im temporarily coming off hiatus for this lol

Reflections on the Divine

Nakiri Erina was sitting with a glass of pinot noir on the balcony of her Tokyo penthouse when she received the news that he’d finally done it.

Three stars at Fountainhead.

She chuckled and shook her head, knowing that his achievement had come at the price of their relationship. At least he’d gotten the stars. “Fuck you,” she said, very pleased with herself. Finishing off her wine, she had just picked up her phone to send him a congratulatory well i guess you’re not that bad at cooking after all text when a notification flashed onto her home screen. It was a new article from one of her frequented culinary blogs.

Erina opened the site and began reading. Her smile disappeared instantly.

Souma Yukihira: Reflections on the Divine. by Marina Vesca.

The photo at the top of the page was a candid depicting the chef standing in a ridiculously well-tailored sports coat laughing with a stunning Japanese-Italian girl in a cocktail dress. Erina recognized the event as some awards ceremony he’d attended a couple weeks ago and the journalist had covered.

She skimmed the article; it was an incredibly eloquent analysis of Souma’s path to stardom and Marina’s play on words was smoother than silk. At the bottom of the page was a live feedback of all the comments people were posting.

you look so good together!

The muscles flexed in Erina’s jaw as she breathed a controlled huff of irritation. It was none of her business, she knew, but for some reason she could not seem to be okay with people assuming that Souma was dating that ridiculously attractive journalist with an easy smile and honest eyes. She’d received confirmation that they were not in fact together by means of one Arato Hisako, denying all the while that she was jealous or whatever else it was that those plebeians wasted so much time feeling.

Erina scrolled back up to the picture and stared at his face for a long while. Nothing much had changed since the last time they saw each other, except that his hair was shorter and his jawline sharper. 

“Why don’t you know that I fucking love you,” she said aloud, more of a statement than a question.

The two in the image were standing with comfortably minimal distance between them; his arm was draped casually over her shoulders and he was looking somewhere over the top of her head while she gazed at the camera with a sultry half squint and crossed arms. He looked so damned happy it was almost impossible for Erina not to smile, despite everything else.

 To any sane person, they definitely looked like a couple.

But they weren’t. 

He had earned everything he deserved; any good person would be happy for him. And yet here she was, wishing he weren’t grinning so she could at least have the satisfaction of pretending he wasn’t doing so well without her. She was an asshole, she knew, but that didn’t change the fact that she, Nakiri Erina of all people, was pining for someone she’d set free.

If she didn’t love him enough to let him go, then maybe she didn’t deserve him at all.

Erina sighed. 

If only you knew.

i’ll probably turn Reflections on the Divine into a short series of just reflecting!erina (eventually). also, big thanks to the real marina vesca for agreeing to be a plotdriver for masquerade lmao love you lots. 

#sorina #soueri #shokugeki no soma #yukihira soma #nakiri erina

[k-dokja]

miya atsumu as a dad but it’s dumb

Fun fact: I googled him for research and was overwhelmed by how attractive he is 💀 That being said he’s the embodiment of a crackhead dad.

— Casually use profanities in the house when you're away then when you return home, the kids’ vocabulary suddenly got super developed with bad words and when you asked Atsumu about it, he'd feigned innocence and be like “I have no fucking idea how they learned that shit” right in front of the children.

— Oh, he’s definitely the type of dad who blasts hip hop songs with suggestive lyrics in the middle of the house even when he hits his middle-age, his kids are so embarrassed of him lmao

— Definitely the type to walk in on his kids when they have their significant others home, he just barges right the fuck in without knocking. That’s what they get for interrupting his private times with his wife back when they were wee babies!

— Actually hollered at his kids when he saw them on the street like who give a damn they are with friends or on a date, he will be ACKNOWLEDGED.

— He’s so messy like who even lets this man become a dad he’s barely a functioning adult outside of volleyball. One time when you were away, he was like hell yeah I’ll take care of the kids then make them instant ramen and omelette for like 3 days before he couldn’t deal with it anymore and ordered take out.

— Literally one of those parents who just occupied his kids with his tablet or phone then went to do his own shit until he got yelled at by you.

— Okay but Atsumu as shit my own parents had done: let his kid try a bit of wine when they asked then filmed them while they got drunk and hugged the stairs’ newel post.

— Remember in the other post it was mentioned that he’s a big eater? He’ll literally steal his own kids’ snacks. Like this hoe tried one of the crackers you bought for the babies once and ended up hoarding the whole stack.

— One time another kid in this online game rigged his kid's game and Atsumu took over then dragged the other kid to hell and back. His kid heard so much cursings that day that they were traumatised for good while the other kid just started crying uncontrollably and called for their mommy. Like damn, Atsumu chill... that’s just a child.

— Atsumu as that one meme “Got into a fight?” immediately rushes to school and runs to son as soon as he sees him “Did you win or lose?”

— He has eyes for no one but you but like if he heard other parents during his kids’ school events mentioned how handsome and cool he is, he might flex or show off a little lmao please whoop his ass

— Said the family should go to the amusement park on the weekend for the kids then he’s the one who ended up on most rides, just be honest Atsumu

— He’s so petty? He’s competitive against his own kids like FUCK YOU for winning against him in Super Smash Bros no he doesn’t care if his kid is like 8

— Oh that being said when the kids took all of your attention, he's also low-key jealous... of them. How dare y’all take all of my wife’s attention?! ...WHO CARES IF SHE'S YOUR MOTHER.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #reader insert #headcanons