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Pseudowho's Original JJK Masterlist

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Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Suguru Geto

Choso Kamo

Aoi Todo

JJK multi-character fics

Nanami Kento Masterlist

Updated: 28th March 2024

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

Updated: 6th March 2024

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Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

Suguru Geto Masterlist

Updated: 23rd February 2024

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Deadly Nightshade 🐙🔥💕-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Kamo Choso Masterlist

Updated: 28th December 2023

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Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

Snowhere to Go ☕💕-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.

Aoi Todo Masterlist

Updated: 27th January 2024

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Act of the Soul 🔥-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.

JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist

Updated: 31st March 2024

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Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships ☕💕-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino

"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble 🤡

Defending Your Honour ☕💕-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.

Nanami, Todo and Geto

Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji

Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji

Firemen 💔☕💕-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.

Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: ☕ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies

Neat Suit/Messy Suit

Cold Anger/Hot Anger

"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter

City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics

IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics

How They Ejaculate 🔥📚-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna

Penis Synonym Smutfics 🤡🔥 -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge

Penpals (a Panda fic) 🐼☕-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.

Shower Mat 🔥💕-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.

Takuma Ino as a Young Dad ☕💕-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...

The Rebounds 🔥💕-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped

They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity 🤡 -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru

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strongheartneteyam · 6 months

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We are just animals.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: "light" non con, dubious consent, voyeurism, neteyam jerking off to reader touching herself, descriptions of masturbation, kinda mean/dark neteyam, belly bulge, rough sex, semi public sex, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, size kink, size difference, exophilia, dominant neteyam, sub reader, primal play [hunter/prey] (if you squint), doggy position

Synopsis: Neteyam is on his rut period and he's struggling to deal with the fact that masturbation doesn't really seem to help anymore when it comes to easing his strong urges. But when he finds a human girl alone in the middle of the forest, that seems to be the solution he was desperately longing for.

Slightly proofread. I'm running on 4 hours of sleep, a cup of strong coffee with no sugar and only one slice of whole grain bread rn (and I'm in a hurry to go out lol) so be gentle with me 🥲☕ love you guys <3

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Neteyam had been extremely frustrated and moody lately. He had been aloof and impatient with people, even with his family, these past days, which is so not like him. But the Omatikaya people tried to understand and cut him some slack since they knew he was going through his rut and he didn't exactly have a partner to help him ease that itch right then.

Neteyam tossed back and fourth on his mat at eclipse and he couldn't get restful nights of sleep as he would wake up in the middle of the dark hours with such a strong urge to mate that he felt like it would drive him insane. It was so incredibly troubling. He found no other way to deal with it than being the quietest he could be while stroking his erect cock, desperately trying to get some release. But Eywa... it was never enough. No. What he needed was to cum inside a good inviting cunt.

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One day Neteyam was walking through the forest, looking for good branches so he could gather an enough amount of them to light up the bonfire for that day's communal meal time at eclipse.

He was in a place in the forest that was far enough of the Omatikaya huts for it to be somehow private, as private as a forest could be. There was always a risk of people being around, of course.

He almost couldn't believe his eyes when he caught you pleasuring yourself as you laid on the grass with your eyes closed, your small delicate human fingers rubbing your wet clit, his nostrils getting filled with the delicious scent of your juices (that he just knew tasted delicious too). Neteyam knew he had found the girl that would help him get some release from his madness inducing urges that were bothering him all the time in this rut.

You were just the perfect prey. So small, fragile and soft. His cock got hard as a rock just thinking about sinking himself deep inside your ekxìn (tight) pussy.

So, Neteyam hid behind a tree and uncovered his cock, pushing his loincloth to the side as quickly as he possibly could as he did not want to spend one more second watching that delicious scene that was you shoving your small fingers inside of your tiny pussy without pleasuring himself to it.

You were so lost in your pleasure haze that you didn't even think someone could be watching you.

But then, suddenly, you stopped what you were doing when you heard a muffled moan of pleasure.

Fuck! Was someone around you?! It couldn't be! But, damn, you knew it was risky to masturbate in the middle of the forest. You just thought you could get lucky and not be seen. Somehow... Yeah. That sounded stupid and you knew it.

You almost panicked when you realized Neteyam was looking at you with a predatory look in his golden eyes, behind a tree near where you were. When you looked down and realized he was touching himself while gazing at you, your mouth fell slightly open.

But your startled face only seemed to make the desire inside him grow even stronger.

Neteyam saw the way your eyes betrayed your shyness just as the way your blood rushed to your cheeks, while you closed your legs fast, pressing your sweet soft thighs against one another but he also had heard from some friends how you had a crazy crush on him. So, he took that as a good sign, something that only meant you were just embarassed you got caught touching yourself and not that you didn't want him too.

"Don't let me interrupt you. It's beautiful. I wanna keep watching you, paskalin." (sweet berry)

"What-" It was hard to talk as you were nervous as hell "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing more natural than an Omatikaya in the forest" He smirked "What are you doing here, sevin tawtute?" (pretty human)

You shut your mouth at that. You couldn't think of a good enough answer.

"You saw me..." your cheeks burned with embarrassment "I was touching myself, OK? Are you gonna judge me? You were doing the same. And looking at me while doing it. You sure are bold." You tried to be confident and overpower him with your argument but it was obviously failing

"Who told you to be touching your pretty pussy in the middle of the forest? Didn't you think someone could catch you?" He said in a mean tone but his na'vi accent only got your already soaked pussy even wetter. The way he rolled the "L" letter... oh my Eywa...

"Of course I thought it could happen. But I hoped no one would. I certainly did not expect you to be creeping around and jerking off while watching me. Pervert." You snapped back

"Cut the crap. I don't need any complications right now, tawtute. I know you have a crush on me and all I want is to cum inside of you. So, tell me. Do you want me? Yes or no. It's simple." Neteyam said impatiently

"What? I don't know what you're talking about!" You tried to hide your feelings but it was useless

Neteyam walked to you, took you with ease from the grass you were laying on and put you over his shoulder. You shaked your legs incessantly in protest.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go, now, Neteyam! Arghhh!" Your shouting only sounded funny to his na'vi ears

Neteyam pressed your body against the nearest large Pandoran tree in front of you two and you could feel his big bulge pressing against your ass as he was lifting you with his blue hands under your arms, your legs hanging in the air, leaving you with the feeling of being helpless at the time.

"I'm gonna say it again and for the last time. Yes or no?"

Your heart beat fast inside your chest as you moved your head back and fourth slightly, telling him that, yes, you did want him to fuck you.

"Yes... Yes, damn it... I want you." You confessed

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear." He stated

Neteyam put you down on the ground again. You stood up but your legs felt weak with anticipation and some fear.

He undid the way the long string of his loincloth was wrapped around his tail to get rid of that piece of clothing that was getting on his way and making it harder for him to just fuck you dumb already.

You just couldn't stop staring at his cock, the way it was huge and all covered in his precum because of the way he had been stroking it while watching you. To know Neteyam's cock was glistening with precum like that because of you made a tight knot form in the lower part of your belly.

"Now, on your knees." He ordered

You swiftly obeyed him. Neteyam had you around his finger. You had dreamed about what it would feel like to have him inside of you for so long. You had always lusted over him when you saw his muscles on display when he practiced his archery on the Omatikaya mainland. But it seemed like he had never noticed you like that before. You thought that perhaps you just didn't spark any interest in him. But maybe you were wrong.

"Now this dripping tawtute pussy is mine! Let me finish the job." Neteyam stated "You'll feel so full with this na'vi cock. You'll see." He smirked in a perverted way

Neteyam walked until he got behind you, got on his knees too and forced you forward just so you would be on all fours for him.

He pressed his swollen tip against your entrance and you whimpered at how good just that felt. You couldn't wait for what was coming.

When you least expected it, he pushed his cock in a quick motion inside of you, burying all of its length inside of you. As your pussy was dripping wet, it wasn't as hard to fit as you thought it would be. You let out a cry of sheer, strong pleasure.

Neteyam covered your mouth with his huge blue hand to prevent you from being too loud but your muffled moans still echoed slightly around the both of you as he pushed his hard big cock roughly inside of your soaked pussy, his hips crashing against your butt and making your soft flesh jiggle which only turned him on even more. He just thought human girls were so hot because of how soft and delicate they were. He was surely loving to squeeze your soft stomach while his hand rested right above your belly button, where the huge bulge his cock was causing on you could be seen.

"Great Mother, your pussy feels too fucking good, yawntutsyìp..." (darling)

Neteyam kept fucking you as deeply as he could, hurting the tip of your womb just enough to make you feel a masochist type of pleasure burning inside of you. At this pace, you suspected you were gonna cream around his cock soon enough.

What if someone came and saw the both of you fucking like that? Oh, God...

But you had to admit that - despite of how wrong that felt - if anything, the being wrong part of it only turned you on more.

"Gonna cum loads inside this ekxìn pussy, tawtute. Did you know I'm on my rut period? I'm needing to release all this cum trapped inside my balls somewhere, baby. They're so heavy." Neteyam whispered in your ear. His words were so dirty but so enticing.

Many hard delicious thrusts later you felt his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. The feeling was amazing.

After he composed himself and got his breath back again, he said:

"You are a perfect cum slut. You're mine now, tawtute. My mate."

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bleedingoptimism · 11 months

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Eddie gets home from the shop covered in car grease and tired but satisfied with a good day’s work. Opens the door to catch Wayne on his way out,

“Your boy was here earlier,” he tells him clasping his shoulder as greeting.

“Dustin?” Eddie asks confused, trying to remember if they were supposed to meet today.

“No, not the kid. The boyfriend.” Wayne says nonchalantly, moving toward his car.

Eddie splutters and coughs, “Steve? Wayne! He’s not my boyfriend!”

Wayne stops mid-step and turns, looking actually distressed when he asks, “Why not!?”

If his life was a cartoon, Eddie is pretty sure his jaw would be hitting the floor right now, “What do you mean, why not?!”

He raises his hands preparing to start numbering with his fingers all the reasons why and opens his mouth and then… nothing comes up.

Actually, Wayne has a point… Why isn’t Steve his boyfriend?

Wayne fixes him with a look and Eddie closes his mouth and shrugs sheepishly.

“Eddie, the kid just showed up with three tupperwares full of homemade food because he said, and I quote ‘accidentally made too much’ which is a horrible excuse frankly, he’s a horrible liar. Which, for the record, I recond it’s a wonderful quality,” He clasps his shoulder reassuringly and then slaps his cheek softly, “Better get your head out of your ass soon and get on with it, son.”

And then he gets in his car and leaves Eddie there, still standing by the door, mouth slightly agape.

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Twenty minutes later he’s standing outside Steve’s and Robin's duplex, knocking on the front door loudly.

“Comming! Oh! Eddie, hi!” Steve answers, and just like always, it punches the air right out of Eddie’s lungs when he sees him. He’ll never get used to how beautiful he is.

He’s barefoot and wearing a huge sweater that makes it look like he’s not wearing anything underneath but Eddie knows he is wearing his green little shorts, the ones that should be illegal. It’s his go-to comfy outfit and it always makes Eddie want to cuddle up with him on the couch and kiss every inch of him.

“Why aren’t you my boyfriend?” Eddie asks, not even bothering to say hi.

Steve blinks at him and opens and closes his mouth quite a few times, it makes Eddie think of those cute fish that throw kisses.

“I- I-” He stammers and then he huffs and leans on the doorframe, and smiles at Eddie with his head cocked to one side. It’s a ten thousand wats smile and it just about blinds him,

“I wanted to ask but- Wait, how come you suddenly showed up?” And then his eyes light up, “Was it the tuppers?”

“What?” Eddie asks confused, “No, Wayne asked me and-” And then he remembers Wayne saying Steve had dropped food for them, “Were you trying to feed me into a relationship?”

Steve shrugs, “Maybe… everything else I tried wasn’t working so…”

Eddie thought about it before while talking to Wayne. When he couldn’t come up with any reasons as to why he wasn’t dating Steve, he realized all the little things they’d been doing for each other. Both of them trying to court the other while being incredibly oblivious to each other.

They really are two idiots in love.

Eddie chuckles, and steps into Steve’s space, he moves a strand of hair out his eyes and lovingly places it behind his ear, “So… would you? Be my boyfriend?” he asks him.

Steve smiles and grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him inside, closing the door to the outside world.

Eddie takes that as a ‘yes’.

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#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #i wrote something

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todomochi-uwu · 6 months

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Who (1/?) -J.Y & S.M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

"Mingi, please. I think we should talk; I don't feel good and…" He was quick to cut you off.

"Y/n not right now, I'm tired."

You are always tired these days…

"Yunho, love do you want to go out and check out that new cafeteria? I heard they have…" He was quick to cut you off.

"Y/n not right now, I'm busy."

You are always busy these days...

Things haven't been the same in a while, always in a rush, always in a mood. You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you. It was a type of routine you had grown accustomed to, and even if it was killing you inside, the idea of being without them was way worse than the pain of their neglect. Cold, endless nights laying in a bed that was way too big for you; tasteless dinner plates that would end up in the trashcan or at the back of the fridge rotting. A home that was crumbling from its foundations, one that you had so desperately tried to patch up and fix by yourself. But in the end, you just had to face the cruel reality, that they don't care. You were not a priority; your relationship was at the bottom of their list.

That's how you ended up at Chan's apartment, in the middle of the night, with so much as your phone in your pocket and your heart in your hand. He had been your main support the last weeks, anything you wanted, anything you needed, no questions asked. Whenever you woke up crying, whenever you broke down in the middle of the day, Chan was always there to comfort you. And so, you laid there, in his chest, the aftermath of a movie night in which you had only cried twice, an important milestone.

The constant buzzing in the pocket of your pyjamas was making it quite hard for you to continue sleeping. You knew exactly who dared bother you so late at night, it had been the same callers every single night for the past month.

"Don't answer it." Chan's groggy voice filled your ears. He was right. You declined the call and turned off your phone.

But said-call had already done its job, you couldn't stop thinking about the phone, well the people behind it. Your phone was full of texts and missed calls, eight people behind them, because their friends were loyal like that.

They are so sorry.

Please talk to them.

Yunho is drowning himself in work.

Mingi doesn't even talk to us.

Funny it is. A few weeks ago, it seemed they could live perfectly fine without you; they could go on with their day without even glancing your way. You gave them every single piece of your being just to get crumbles in return. But at the same time, your heart is weak, it can’t help but break every time you read one of their texts, wondering if they miss you that much, if they are sorry, if maybe, just maybe, you should go back.

“Y/n… you are overthinking again.” Bang Chan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I know, I just feel bad, Chan. Maybe I overreacted, maybe if I tried a bit harder to talk to them…” There you were again, trying to justify their actions. Chan gave you the same stern look he had been giving you for weeks, every time you blamed yourself.

He got up, not mentioning the subject anymore. Tired of going on about the same subject, “Hey, are you hungry? I can make you something or we can order in.”

It would be a lie to say you were not enjoying Chan’s presence. Having someone to talk to, someone to have a meal with, even someone who sits next to you without being on their phone or computer, you miss not feeling alone. And even though you were heartbroken, you felt warm on the inside.

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While you might be doing somewhat okay, the other parts of your relationship were not. The house was in complete silence, no matter the hour, no matter the day, no one would dare say a word, their mouths too busy sobbing every single time they remembered their sins, taking you for granted, neglecting you, breaking you.

Yunho would keep himself busy at the hospital, the idea of going back to a broken home simply made him nauseous, and even if the lack of food and the stress were killing him, he much rather endure that than face the harsh truth. Mingi wasn’t any better, endless nights spent in the office, acting as if he was reviewing cases, but the reality was that he just wanted a place to cry without anyone noticing him. Even the love between them was running cold. Fight after fight, they spat cruel words and thoughts trying to get all the hurt and anger out of their chests, blaming themselves, blaming each other. How did they not notice things were so wrong? How could they let things get so wrong?

“Oh, don’t act as if I'm the only one who wasn’t here, you slept at the office almost every day. I came home late, but you didn’t even come at all.” Yunho said, venom in his voice and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Mingi scratched his forehead in frustration, he could feel the bile going up his throat. “Forgive me for trying to pay the bills, someone has to pay for the house, the student loans, the fucking food that’s on the table.”

“Fuck off, don’t you dare say I’m not bringing any money. Besides, you know that this is temporary while I finish my residency…”

And there the cycle began once again, a screaming match of arguments that never went anywhere, masking the true cause of their pain. Tears ran down their faces, their voices broke down more and more with each word they let out, Yunho's body trembled so much it hurt, while Mingi’s chest felt as if it was about to explode.

“I’m not okay, Yunho.” It was the first time any of them said it out loud, his voice was much raspier and heavier than the usual one.

“I'm not either, Mingi.” He whispered, fearing he would break down even more if he admitted it much louder.

“She left three weeks ago.”

Yunho could only nod.

“She’s not coming back, is she?”

“I don’t know, Mingi.”

#yunho angst #yunho smut #yunho x reader #mingi smut #mingi x reader #mingi angst #jeong yunho #song mingi #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez

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asheanon · 4 months

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Just had this totally unhinged thought about the gang sitting around a campfire, roasting marshmallows and whatnot...

Sal, smiling, mild as she most always is, casually roasts her respective marshmallow; it's ablaze, on the verge of going black as she brings it to her lips. She does not blow on it. She eats it, fire and all. 🔥

Lorien, Mina and Branson are just like...

#thought for the day ☕#Lorien ✨🎻#Mina 🦎🪘#Branson 🐀🎸#Sal 🌌🎹#anyway #hi #filling the void 🌌#with #unhinged thoughts #she would never do that #absolutely would not #but she -could-#and that's why I think about it...#hahaha!#I may or may not attempt some writing today #now that I have the time again!#(We'll see if I have the mind though...)

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milkteabinniechan · 19 days

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♡pink satin - minho

Bf! Minho solo x afab reader ☕|m.list

warnings: masturbation, pillow fucking, slight angst, slight degradation

Minho was bored. And not just the basic boredom that comes with a dull day. No, Minho was excruciatingly, unapologetically, desperately bored. He stared at the ceiling and contemplated calling you. The fight between the two of you was still fresh and new. New enough that he knew better than to try to contact you. The argument was over something petty. Minho knew he should have already apologized by now, but he was stubborn. Almost as stubborn as you were.

He drug his hands down over his face and let out an exacerbated sigh. His head fell to the side and he saw your pillow laying next to him. Pink satin pillowcase. Such a princess, he thought.

Minho took one hand to the pillow and gripped it softly, just how you liked it. He missed you. He missed your smell, he missed your taste. God, he even missed the way you yelled at him. Something about your voice hitched up to a higher tone made the blood rush to his dick every time.

“You’re turned on by this?! We’re fighting!” you’d say. And Minho would respond with a smug can’t help it, babe.

Which was the truth, he really couldn’t help it. The was you’d look when you’re flustered, your face turning red, biting your lip in frustration. You just looked so goddamn cute, he was powerless against you

Minho turned on his side and continued to stroke the soft satin. The gentle fabric against his fingertips caused a sudden pulse in his boxer shorts. He glanced down at his groin, the back at the pillow next to him. He shrugged and let out a firm what the hell? before propping himself up on his knees, already pulling down his boxer shorts just enough that his semi-hard shaft starting to push its way out. He strongly tugged at the silk lined pillow and positioned it in between his open thighs. He lifted himself up just enough to tuck the pillow halfway beneath him.

Minho smirked at the sight of your soft, pink pillow underneath his cock and balls. This certainly wasn't his first time grinding onto something smooth and plush like this. This was, however, the first time he had ever used something of yours. What would you think of him? What if you came home right now and saw him in such a predicament? The thought drove him wild. He threw his head back and began to move his hips back and forth at a slow and even pace. Lazily he let his ever-growing cock slide across the supple fabric of the pillow. His tip began to tingle and leak but Minho continued his pace, unhurried.

But soon the listless pace became too much and he could feel the heat from inside urging him to push harder, to go deeper. Minho bucked his hips and sprang into a rutting motion. His body launched into a rhythm that he no longer had control over. His mind was taking a backseat to what his cock wanted to do. His body jerked forward and both his hands gripped the pillow for more leverage. Grunts and groans were bouncing off the walls of the bedroom you shared as Minho began to reach his climax.

Take it. Take it. Yes, like that. Come on, princess, I know you can do it. Take. it. All.

Minho moaned under his breath. The words like a mantra as he persisted, his hips fully rutting and crushing into the mattress now.

His orgasm poured out of him mercilessly. The pink satin now drenched in the mess he had made. Minho fell back onto the mattress and let out a sigh of relief. He chuckled to himself at how out of control he had gotten over a simple pillow. Then he saw the stained mess he had left.

“I’ll buy them a new one.”

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haravath0t · 4 months

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𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚔𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑, 𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚘,

𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟶

this is literally such a massive crack fic 😭 please don't take this seriously

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ you were going out christmas shopping, passing the time while he was out with friends, but you weren’t expecting such an important phone call.

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙝

Being a famous architect meant a busy life, and Kaveh relishes drinking nights with the boys.

It’s the holidays, which means many intense matches of TCG and glasses of wine at Cyno’s place. Of course, Kaveh feels the all too familiar dizziness in no time, paying it no mind as he comes back to playing TCG.

The focus is too short, for his mind for some reason wanders to you, only the most beautiful one he’s ever laid his eyes on. Alhaitham and Kaveh have you to thank, being their mediator all these years. If there’s one thing he tries so hard to stifle, it’s all the things he loves about you.

However, an artist cannot even be able to hide his admiration, especially when drunk.

“I miss her.” Kaveh goes before the boys collectively groan. Cyno and Tighnari have heard this at least once every time they play cards. In fact, Kaveh’s personal qualms with his feelings are always making a cameo in the otherwise fun boys nights that happen after work.

Kaveh would drone about you, going on and on, and on and on and-

They know about you, their dear friend, through Kaveh’s lenses, and possibly a little too much about what he thinks about you, whether it be about your habits that he finds cute, the type of foods you like, or the way you just…exist?

“You know, if you miss her that much, why don’t you call her?” Alhaitham retorts with a roll of his eyes, causing Tighnari and Cyno to snicker before it suddenly stops. Kaveh with a pout, calls you with his phone on speaker, totally forgetting you were out Christmas shopping. They cannot help but stay quiet when you pick up, hearing the rattling of items in the distance, their gifts possibly.

“Hello? Kaveh?” Your voice asks through the speaker, your panting heard from all the walking you’ve been doing from running errands all day. The boys see Kaveh smile at the mere sound.

“Heyyyyy!” He drunkenly responds, slouched now on the table, TCG cards in his hands now forgotten and your conversation with him his only focus. Tighnari doesn’t want to feel like he’s intruding, stepping out of the living room into the kitchen with Cyno trailing behind him, suddenly needing some more of that dinner they had. Alhaitham merely puts his soundproof earpieces back on, too lazy to really wander much else as he pulls out his book.

“Kaveh, what’d you call me for?” You ask, noting his rather peppy demeanor. “Nothing, just miss you.” Kaveh mumbles into his phone, making you laugh. He’s clearly drunk, and you spot it right away. There’s just quiet from his end as you mumble to yourself, trying to keep your shopping list up to date as you wander aisle by aisle. On Kaveh’s end, your adorable little grunts are getting to him, poor you are unknowing of what thoughts you are exactly leaving him to imagine.

“Hnghhhh,” Kaveh groans, making you get startled from your intense focus on the aisle you were looking for the next item on. “Kaveh?” You ask, wondering if he’s maybe feeling like throwing up.

“Do you even know how you sound right now?” He asks you, as though it’s a dire emergency, one that means you must know how much suffering you are putting him through, how much you have been putting him through.

“Huh?!” Your startled voice is heard saying in response, making him scoff.

“You cannot be on the phone with me then be making these hot noises, right?” He starts, but then he gives you no room to respond, now droning on about you to…you. “Working so hard for everyone, unknowing of how many times I just want to hug you from behind and even plant some little kisses on your neck. You don’t know that, huh? Of course you don’t! You don’t even know how hic how gorgeous you are! You don’t even know how HOT you can hic be! Welllllll listennnn, I will tell you! Why? Because I’ve been thinking about this for soooo long, and you don’t even know! Put me out of this misery! Tell me you love me the way I do, pleaseeeeee!”

Unfortunately for Kaveh, his friends quickly grab the phone and hang it up on his behalf, concerned for the flushed blond that was currently drunk, slumped over still as he practically whines and cries for you. That’s definitely going to be quite the conversation you two will have upon seeing each other.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢

Let’s face it. Alhaitham really wouldn’t want to be drunk with a group of people. He’ll do it, but he won’t be happy about it all too much. He’d rather be by himself as he sips on the best of wines that the place offers. So when he’s dragged to go to a holiday party for the Akademiya, he’s rather cranky. He hears about your whereabouts not from you, but from your coworkers in the venue. “Where’s Y/N?” “Oh, she said she couldn’t go. Sad, really. Would have wanted to see her. I forgot why she said she couldn’t though.”

It makes his brows rise, and he decides to go to a corner, grab his phone from his pocket, and call you up. Now, you and Alhaitham were a pair of people that no one really knew could get along so well. If people heard, they’d think you were merely tolerating the scribe, but little did they realize that a little bit of academic talk can get you far with Alhaitham. As long as you are open to expanding the horizon of knowledge, you can be some…adequate company to Alhaitham.

So you, being adequate company, bring delight to the otherwise cranky man when you answer the phone. “Hey!” You chirp from the phone, and he immediately notes that you sound just fine. As relieved as he is to know you don’t sound sick or in discomfort, he is just as curious as to why you are not at the Akademiya’s holiday party.

“You’re not coming tonight?” He asks, going straight to the point, only to hear you laugh in embarrassment. “I don’t like those kinds of things. I don’t like having to kiss ass for a few hours, so I decided to just…do something else,” he hears you say, to which he thinks is valid. Now he cannot help but feel stupid even being here while you, a well-respected scholar, were out doing something else. Though his reasons for coming here were valid (assessing where some scholars were at for their research proposals so he can get out of work early in the next coming month), he felt this pull. He swirls the newly poured cup of wine in his hand with scrunched brows, silent for a few seconds on the line.

“What are you up to then that’s much more worthwhile?” He asks. “Christmas shopping.” You respond simply, Alhaitham being able to hear the tone of happiness in your voice from your own answer. He cannot help but feel the corner of his mouth twitch upward, speaking only when you ask him back what he was up to. “Thinking about tagging along with you in that shopping idea. Maybe it’ll be a way out.”

“Maybe you can come with me!” You chirp. “I’m getting a little treat for my co-workers in bulk. Would you like to tag along? I am barely leaving my place.”

The fact you offer makes him want to melt, and he promptly tells you yes. A time and place to meet was set before you two hung up. Upon finishing the call, he drinks his glass of wine quickly before putting it down and leaving without anyone else knowing.

For all you know, you’re dragging the scribe throughout the shops, getting your needed goodies for your co-workers swiftly before hauling over a bottle of wine and a pack of seltzers home. It brings you to him being in your place, drinking with you as you both down a simple meal. Alhaitham finds your lively energy to be something he cannot help but marvel at, never once finding your company to be of nuisance. In fact, he secretly wishes you asked for him more, but he’s happy with the way things have been looking, especially tonight.

He cannot help but look at you in silence rather than the movie you bring up to watch, seeing your eyes have this glow to them as you quickly immerse yourself in the holiday spirit. He could tell you were a little more drunk than him, seeing the flush on your face as he went ahead and placed a blanket on your lap for warmth. Though, he’s more surprised when you cuddle up against him, and he has to rationalize his own thoughts to prevent them from wandering elsewhere.

“You’ve been looking at me.” You murmur, your cheek squished against his arm as your eyes remain on the movie. “Why?” You ask, laughing. “Can’t I look at what I find more appealing?” He teases back, not realizing he’s not that far from being as buzzed as you. No social inhibitions were seen tonight, the two of you being a little more witty in your banter, slowly creeping into rather flirtatious remarks.

“You know…I really wouldn’t be going out of my way for some people, let alone to shop and drink with them. You know that, right?” His whispers fall into your ears, making you laugh giddily in response. You can feel him smile into your skin too, the two of you having gotten close in proximity. “I know. I also tested the waters out tonight, inviting you out. I’m glad you found it worthwhile to go.” You whisper back, your inner thoughts of the whole evening now on full display. You know you two would at the very least remember this conversation tomorrow, but you couldn’t see yourself staying awake within the next ten minutes.

Alhaitham was already one step ahead of you, carrying you gently to the bed while the movie was left playing. He cannot help but snicker a bit as he tucks you in bed, hearing you protest, begging him not to go.

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. In case you get any other ideas the next morning.” He chuckles, but alas, your eyes have already begun to close. Alhaitham finds himself smiling fully, taking a quick second to look at the way you slept before closing the door. “So stupid.” Whether that alluded to your drunken antics or the way he easily had fallen for your charms, that’s for him to decide tomorrow.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙤

One would think that the Yashiro Commissioner would be rather great at handling himself with some liquor, and they’re right. It would be safe to say that liquor may as well be akin to some liquid luck for Ayato, and that drinking some would make him a lot more proficient in the art of persuasion and rhetoric. Perhaps that is why he is so keen on having his retainers passing around several drinks to the people he meets with, or why he prefers some social gatherings when getting through to some distinguished people for some proposals.

With his friends, however? The heightened skill in rhetoric is definitely targeted towards someone else–you.

You have been a childhood friend of Ayato and Ayaka, being older than the latter and being a bit younger than the former. Even Ayaka saw you akin to an older sister, constantly finding a friend in you and another close confidant like her brother. It doesn’t change even as you three have grown into your own people, still managing to spend the holidays together. However, you lose track of time because of how busy your life has been, rendering you into forgetting what time it was or what day it was.

It leads you to your phone ringing as you shop for the last of your gifts, meant for the Kamisato siblings and Thoma, hauling the last few items into your cart. “Hello?” You ask into the phone, seeming happy by the man who called you to begin with.

“Where are you?” Ayato’s voice comes in, rather concerned, making you raise your brows. “I’m Christmas shopping!” You tell him back with a giggle, as if it was a pretty wild way to speak to you. However, Ayato even finds it wild himself that you said this so nonchalantly. “Uhhh, Y/N?” He starts, his eyes darting to Thoma and Ayaka with a dumbfounded stare, the hot pot boiling on the table between them. Thoma couldn’t help but laugh at how dazed you sounded from it all. “Y/N, do you know what day it is?” You hear Ayato ask. “December 22. Why?” You ask, genuinely confused with your best friend throwing in a sense of urgency into the call. “Y/N…It’s December 23. You know. Hot pot night?” Ayato finally lays the truth of the matter out to you, and you immediately feel your eyes wanting to fall out of its sockets.

“Oh shit.” He hears you say to the phone, only to shake his head fondly at your own slip up. “Don’t worry. I’ll come get you myself.” He says, and he does, deciding to pick you up from your place once you’re fully situated. Of course it’s met with a whole plethora of apologies from you, to which he reassures you that no harm was done. Alas, you’re back in the Kamisato home, full of the presents that you had wrapped in quite the hurry before Ayato picked you up, and the party between you four is now in full swing.

With the hot pot game full of disgusting ingredients to start, then a beautiful little feast laid out for you all to eat afterward, it was a blast. However, when liquor is mentioned, it’s all a game changer. The four of you, normally composed and refined, were now acting a lot more youthful and more in tune to your spirits. It was relieving and liberating, with you four now being loud and letting music blast from the speakers as you all drunkenly sing. It is when Thoma decides to want to beat Ayaka at a game of Super Smash Bros that you and your best friend get some time to yourselves.

This year, he decides to usher you to his room, a drink in his hand and your hand in the other, letting you take a seat on the edge of his bed as he digs through his desk amongst all the papers to find the very gift he had saved up for you. Yes, the gift exchange was way past you all, but this final gift he wished to give you alone.

“Open it,” He beckons with a smile, his violet eyes friendly and tender despite his buzzed state. “It’s for you after all.” And you do, carefully tearing through the wrapping paper after putting down your own drink to be able to hack away at the present. You cannot help but gasp, the shining silvery necklace that was so simple yet its gems shine in the moon’s glow. Of course, he helps you put it on you, but afterwards he’s met by your embrace.

After some laughs, he’s got you on his lap, the two of you basking in one another’s presence as your gazes with one another linger just a second longer than necessary.

“Hey, you,” You laugh with a giddy grin. “Hey, you.” Ayato greets back with a chuckle. You two couldn’t even bring yourselves to pull away from this already close embrace, Ayato rocking you slightly back and forth. Was it the drinks, or his need to keep you in his arms? He doesn’t know. Same goes to you: was it the drinks or was it you trying to commit this gaze that’s directed towards you to memory? You don’t know either. You cannot help but find this funny.

“Do you have a map or something? I just got lost in your eyes.” You snort, surprised to hear him respond with not only a chuckle, but something else in return. “I believe we are in a museum of sorts, for you are truly a work of art.”

You wanted to keep this battle of cheesy pick up lines up, wanted to play with the flame that begs to ignite, but neither of you realize that Ayato is slowly and comically bringing you to the soft mattress of the bed, feeling heavier by the second by the way your form leans against him, your words slowly becoming slurred. Before you know it, the two of you are asleep, snoring with your mouths slightly open.

The next time you opened your eyes, the sun was peeking through the drapes, a soft breeze making its way inside. While your head begins to feel like a bowling ball, you hear the sound of footsteps walking in, your eyes meeting the familiar pair of violet orbs and a soft smile. You are reminded of the cringy exchange of words you two have made last night, and you immediately feel like you’d benefit from hiding in the bed.

“Oh, don’t do that,” Ayato chuckles softly. “How else can I give you water and painkillers?”

“No, I’m okay!” You quip back from under the covers. “Oh? You look like you’re suffering! Poor thing. Was it the hangover or…something else?” He questions, finding you still amusing while your form squirms in outright embarrassment. He knew what it was of course, and the fact that he can makes you embarrassed and fearful of what the result will be.

He wants to just make you look him in the eyes as he tells you how his heart aches in the best of ways since you’ve picked up some sakura petals just for him when you were younger. He wants to tell you so bad how watching you just spout out the most random pick up lines to him while he rocked you idly back and forth was the highlight of his night. He wants you to just look at him. So, he thinks of something quickly. He sits on the edge of the bed and lightly and playfully knocks on the blanket as though asking for entry amidst your whining.

“May I crawl inside? I’d like to say some lines of my own.”

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

There is a reason why Wriothesley will always prefer tea over alcohol. Wriothesley and alcohol? They don’t mix together.

The man was out with friends this time, going straight from work to the bar and grill. The holiday bustle was also rampant inside the place, the place rowdy as everyone caught up with their own groups or partners. Pleasantries have been far past Wriothesley and his friends, the group now fixating between their conversations and the TV that showcased a boxing match.

Beers were passed out, the boys having a great time and becoming more rowdy by the second. When the match dulls midway, the boys set their focus on catching up. As always, the question arrives to the singles: “do you have someone?” Wriothesley was not even aware of how flushed he’s become, how everything around him just fades and he just mindlessly stares at nothing.

“Wrio? You good?” One friend asks. “Hm? Y-Yeah.” He murmurs back, coughing to himself as he takes out his phone from his pocket without a second thought. As some boys pry into each other’s love lives, Wriothesley finds himself just scrolling in the photos app, looking at his camera roll. He doesn’t realize it, but his eyes fixate on any photos with you in it an extra second or two than needed.

His apparent boredom is not lost on his friends though, seeing the usually intimidating yet tranquil Duke just outright pouting as his thumb scrolls through picture after picture. First, it was the camera roll, then it was your instagram. The man was clearly still whipped for you, and it made all the guys snicker.

“Hey, Wrio, how’s you and that person? Uh…Y/N, was it?” One of his friends asked.

“She’s being awful!” He grumbled, chugging more of his beer from his pint glass. This would have made everyone a bit nervous, if it wasn’t for the whine that comes from his lips. Ah, his friends gave Wriothesley the room to talk, and they’d hear all of it.

“She doesn’t even realize how beautiful she is. I mean look at her!” Wriothesley scoffs, showing off the beautiful picture of you in your most recent post on Instagram. No one is even allowed an opportunity to chime in, nor are they able to wrap their heads around how animated the Duke was at the mere mention of you.

As far as his friends know, he’s been pining for you for years, feeling frustrated by the idea that Wriothesley didn’t even act on his feelings. Still, this was no less entertaining, seeing him so personal. Too personal.

Amused, a friend decides to call you in the middle of his monologue, grinning when your face pops up on the screen. It’s clear you were shopping for decorations, the Christmas aisle already a dead giveaway of your whereabouts.

“Hey!” You chirp, “What’s up?” You say. His friend just points to a direction before flipping the camera to show the ever so whiny Wriothesley, hearing him raise his voice in the loud music and the loud cheers from those watching the boxing match.

“OOH! The things I’d do to her…” Wriothesley groans, with you seeing his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. You clasped your hand over your mouth in shock, your eyes widening as he just rambled…about you. To his friends, he was practically unrecognizable, watching the man run his hand through his hair at the mere frustration.

“Hate how flirty she gets, trying to get a rise out of me. You know? She just likes to get under my skin, guys. And you know what? I don’t even give her an ounce of how I feel about it, but it really just makes me wanna grab her and kiss her to shut her up. I wanna just…grab that pretty face.”

He’s practically making grabby hands, as though you were right there at the bar and grill in arm’s reach, close to cupping your face. “Just grab that pretty face and make her shut up in real time. She’d like that…yeah, she would. She’s always just prodding and telling me ‘ohhh, how nice it would be to just be kissed like that’, as if I’m not in front of her just…waiting for her to give me that chance. Gonna make a guy beg, huh?”

Everyone is just stunned, some are laughing hysterically at how vocal he gets, how Wriothesley just shakes from frustration and how his eyes are practically pleading. You’re in hysterics on your end of the call too, trying to conceal your laughter for the sake of courtesy. Though, your mutual friend on the other line just looks at you in a puzzled manner, surprised you took this oddly well after all the lewd things he’s said about you.

“Just give Wrio the phone.” You tell him, waiting till the phone gets passed to the man himself.

“OH! It’s you! Hey, babe!” Wriothesley practically exclaims, his eyes lighting up at the sound and sight of you, his beloved girlfriend.

His friend turned girlfriend.

All his friends’ eyes just widen at the nonchalant manner in which he hurls the affectionate term.

“Gees, baby, one beer too much?” You ask with a smile.

Baby?!

Wriothesley has so much explaining to do.

#akane writes #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #kaveh #alhaitham #kamisato ayato #wriothesley

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 6 months

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Demon Brothers - Flirty (Male) Reader

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So! While writing this ask I've very quickly figured out that I can't flirt for my life. Thus; this ask was translated into Headcannons instead of my original plan of a split between Headcannons and a Oneshot. I hope you enjoy this because that was a half hour of embarrassment that I can't get back. — Benny🐰

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☕ You're either very brave or very very stupid; there is no in between. The audacity that you have to flirt with the avatar of pride: Lucifer himself is absolutely appalling. This poor overworked demon goes through full 5 minute factory reset just to understand what the fuck you just said to him.

☕ Stop. Please, just have a normal conversation with him. It can be about literally anything— A dream you had last night, the breakfast this morning, Beel's Fangol practice, your homework, how you think he should send Mammon to rehab for his obvious Kleptomaniac tendencies... Lucifer will even indulge in speaking about those weird captioned images and short videos that you call memes; just, please... he understands that he's handsome, but make it quick; he has paperwork to do.

☕ Do you really think that you can flirt your way out of a punishment? First Asmodeus and Diavolo (after Asmodeus spent some time with him, Diavolo attempted to flirt his way out of his Princely duties to take a few hour break) and now you? Goodness, he's surrounded by idiots. You're going to give poor Lucifer gray hairs, you know.

☕ Lucifer may let you bargain your way out of facing his wrath, though. He finds the image of you being ripped from your flirtatious facade and forced to think about things that you could offer him as collateral as he patiently taps his fingers on his desk to be on of the most amusing thing he's seen in almost 200 years. He won't lie; your nervous figiting is pretty entertaining too.

☕ Though... you might want to be a little more careful going forward, lest you catch the avatar of pride on a day that he's particularly stressed; he might just take you up on one of your occasionally more... lewd flirtatious remarks. Perhaps he'll put an end to your flirtatious ways with a well deserved spanking? Lucifer is sure you wouldn't complain, given your very clear attraction to him.

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💰 You broke him; the minute those words left your lips he went completely offline. Of course; Mammon thought that you were just making fun of him at first and tried to see of you'd slip up and insult him like so many others have. However, you only doubled down and now, the poor, flustered avatar of greed can barely look you in the eyes anymore.

💰 Truthfully, Mammon can't help but compare you to Asmodeus with how seem to need to add some sort of flirtatious comment into every sentence. Though you're not as dramatic and not at all cruel like his younger brother. He doesn't see your flirting as a bad thing but he can't help but get jealous when you start flirting with his brothers, Barbatos, Lord Diavolo and that angel. You're only supposed to do that sort of thing with him! He's your first man, dammit!

💰 Flirting your way out of being roped into a money making scheme? Pretty unlikely, believe it or not. When Mammon gets a hint of money he's chasing it and no amout of compliments will get you out of being dragged along for the ride. However, you might be able to flirt your way into getting him to take all the blame when the plan inevitably fails. All you need to do is lay it on thick and he's sold. This demon is madly in love with you, he will do anything you ask and more.

💰 While your first man is okay with taking the fall for you in any situation; he expects you to nurse his sore body back to health after hanging from the rafters for 6 hours again. You'll convince Lucifer to give him back Goldie too, won't you? Of course you would, Mammon doesn't work for free, after all.

💰 Mammon may or may not practice pick-up lines in his bathroom mirror. While he's confident in the solitude of his bathroom; once he's face to face with you his anxiety skyrockets and he stumbles over his words like a drunk man trying to navigate a dark room. You have no idea what you do to him, do you?

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🎮 Sorry, he's dead. Unfortunately, you had to go and flirt with this yucky otaku demon and he keeled over and died from overheating. Leviathan blushed so violently that he liquefied his brain and he fainted right then and there, bonking his head on various objects on his way down. Ah... poor guy...

🎮 Please, please, spare this poor man, he cannot handle it. Leviathan is too precious so go easy on him or he may just never leave that little hidey hole he calls a bedroom ever again. He's not brave enough to face you when you're like that! You may be his Henry but it feels like he's gone in too deep now, he can't even look at his beloved Ruri-Chan like he used to because you wrestled your way into her place! Just what the hell are you doing to him!?

🎮 You want to escape one of his long winded rants on TSL? All you need to do is give Leviathan a lovestruck gaze and his brain is fried; then you can make your escape. Fat Chance! As if he'd ever willing let you opt out of letting him share his one of his passions with you! Malfunctioning or not; he'll keep on talking; whether it's just to continue the conversation or to distract himself from you, we still don't know. You'll let him right? Or... do you think he's just a gross otaku afterall...?

🎮 If you do ever get into trouble with Lucifer for whatever reason; just pop into Levi's room and hide under the blankets in his bathtub while he's distracted by whatever game he's playing at the time. His older brother will never find out and neither will he until he stumbles upon you when he's feeling tired after an excruciatingly long raid. Of course, even after he finds you, he won't tell a soul.

🎮 Leviathan may or may not be hoarding various cosplays of characters with flirtatious personalities that just so happen to be in your size. How he got your measurements for the alleged cosplays is information that he will take to the grave. (He actually just asked Asmodeus but he prefers to seem mysterious about for some reason...)

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📚 Are you sure you wanna do that? Do you really want to take that risk? Truthfully, Satan knows all he has to do is amusedly raise a brow and you'll be quite as a mouse. But he finds it funny that you try to hide your fear of him behind that meaningless banter that you keep spewing. He's almost immune to your antics due to his abundant knowledge of human psychology and the time that he's spent observing you... almost.

📚 You'll have to either say something very shocking or tie it in with cats somehow in order to have an effect on Satan. He hangs around Asmodeus far too often (a personal headcannon of mine is that the two are actually very close) to be very influenced by flirtatious or suggestive remarks too much anymore. Usually he'll either raise a brow at you or just send you a teasing smirk. Though if you play into his vast knowledge and offer him a risqué fact he doesn't know, he'll be very interested.

📚 Wanna try your hand at flirting your way out of being on the receiving end of one if his wrathful outbursts? Are you a fucking idiot? Do you have no self preservation instincts at all?? You best get to steppin'; or else Satan will rip your face right off in his blind rage. To be honest, if you do go and try that, you deserve what you get in return for your stupidity.

📚 If you ever get into trouble with Lucifer, all you need to do is go to Satan and he'll harbor you in his room so long as you keep your hands to yourself. Make sure to let him know whenever you plan on flirting your way out of one of his oldest brother's punishments; he'll bring himself some popcorn. Not only will he get to see you embarrass yourself, he'll also get to see you annoy Lucifer; it's a 2 for 1 deal!

📚 If you catch him in a really good mood, Satan might just flirt back at you. Resting his chin on his palm and looking at you with the softest eyes as he lets loose words so sweet you'd think he was made of sugar. He can be really suave when he wants to, he just has to be in the right mood, ya'know.

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🛍 Look, I'll be blunt; Asmodeus hangs out with literal sex demons on the daily, he's heard everything. He's the avatar of lust; he is unfazed. So when I tell you that this man immediately thinks your just wanting to either have sex or something close to it, I'm serious. There is no if, and, but or in between; you guys are either doing the sideways tango or making out. If you don't want that, don't bother flirting with him.

🛍 Asmodeus is 100% unfazed by your flirting. No matter how sweet or raunchy you get, you'll never pull a big reaction from him. It'll mostly just be little hums of acknowledgement, his well rehearsed smile or bedroom eyes. I don't know what you were expecting, to be honest.

🛍 You think you can flirt your way out of doing anything with Asmo? Haha, no, you silly little human, you.~ He'll give you an airy little giggle and then drag you along to either his bedroom or whatever place that he needed to take you originally. Sometimes he'll strait up ignore you and act like you hadn't even said anything at all. Other times he'll use his charms and make you feel guilty for even thinking about opting out of spending time with him. It's a lose, lose situation; or a win, win depending on how much you like the guy.

🛍 You think he'll let you flirt your way out of one of Lucifer's punishments? Absolutely not! Or, at least, not without him giving you a few pointers first. Truth be told, Asmodeus thinks you have almost no rizz (he still loves you regardless~♡) and as the avatar of lust, he feels like it's his job to fix that! Or... at least try.

🛍 Truthfully, Asmodeus will keep you at an arm's length (for a while until he figures out your true intentions) like he does all of his sex demon friends. He believes you only want him for what they want him for; his body and looks. He won't ever show it but it does take a toll on him. He can breath a sigh of relief when he figures out what you really want from him.

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🍔 It's like talking to a brick wall; Beelzebub doesn't get the implications of your words. And why would he? He's far too innocent and thick headed (in the sweetest way possible) to understand something like that. Why do you even want to flirt with this precious man? Are you trying to corrupt him, you heathen!?

🍔 If you want a flustered Beel, you'll have to drop the flirting all together. Say what you need to say in clear message so he can't confuse any meanings or insinuations even if he tried to. And boom. You'll get a cute, flustered giant with flushed cheeks and an angelic smile. He'll be like a school girl with a crush; shyly fiddling with his fingers and giddily shuffling in place.

🍔 Trying to flirt your way out of sharing your food with Beelzebub? Don't. Give him a portion, you stingy bitch. Flirting aside— how could have the heart to say no to this man, you monster!? Back on topic; flirting will just fly right over his head, so I wouldn't even bother. Just give him some of your food, it's not that hard. You'll get a cute, grinning avatar of gluttony out of it, so what's that harm?

🍔 You're trying to flirt your way out of a punishment from Lucifer? Well... Beel doesn't wanna make his eldest brother mad... but he also doesn't like the idea of not helping you when you need it. He's so torn! What should he do! Unfortunately for you, the poor man will be so caught up in whether he should help you or not, that Lucifer has already found you and now you're hanging from the rafters. Please don't be mad at him, he didn't mean to ignore you, it was just a really hard decision for him!

🍔 When Beelzebub "flirts", he usually offers you some sort of food item that he really wanted to eat. He'll take occasional glances to see if you've eaten it or not and to see your reaction to it so he knows what you like in the future. Accept it! Don't you dare turn down a gift from this sunshine, you'll make him sad!

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🌌 Hey, so... you remember how he killed you via snapping your spine like a toothpick. I really wouldn't recommend flirting with him in any capacity. I don't think Belphegor would appreciate you waking him up to flirt or if he's already awake, which is a rarity in it's self, he'd rather you be quite so he can nap. He's just here to use you as a pillow, not to hear you run your mouth.

🌌 The best time to "flirt" with this slightly homicidal demon is when he decides that you deserve to take a nap with him. (Read as; when he decides to sleep on your bed and use you as a pillow.) However; said flirting must be soft and sweet. Gentle praises in a soft voice. Comb your fingers through his hair. Belphie will drift off to sleep with small smile on his face. Expect him to be in a very flowery mood when he wakes up again.

🌌 You want to attempt to flirt your way out of stargazing in the attic for the nth time in a row? Sure! You do that! In fact, Belphegor thinks that your bones are looking mighty crushable right now. Don't get too ahead of yourself, he's not above physically holding onto you and keeping you in the attic until he's satisfied. You're not getting out of this one, hun.

🌌 On the run from Lucifer? Belphegor's got you covered! Just head on up to the attic while he goes to Satan for a hex he can place on the door to keep the prideful demon away. Anything to fuck with Lucifer will have him come running, so keep him informed, okay?

🌌 On some rare occasions, when you and Belphie are alone together, he can be real sweet to you. Calling you something romantic like his north star or something of the like. However, he quickly ruins the mood with an obnoxious yawn. Whether he does that on purpose or not is up to you.

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fatguarddog · 7 months

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Fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober

A creative feedist community project for everyone and anyone to take part in, here's 31 days of 62 prompts, meaning you can do one, both or something that combines the two for each day!

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AFFECTION — Soldier Boy

Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.

Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.

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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.

Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.

You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.

The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.

"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.

"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.

"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."

"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.

"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.

"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"

"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.

You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"

Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.

"The fuck you want?"

You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.

Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

You giggled. "Affection."

He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."

You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."

"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.

"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them and–"

"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."

He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."

Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."

"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.

You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.

"Do it again."

"Excuse me?"

"The stupid hug, do it again."

You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"

"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat my—?"

His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.

"Thanks!"

You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.

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