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come a little closer so you can fuck me better

It was the third quarter of a semester. Where college students crammed their heads in trying to understand 200+ slides of lecture before their test the next morning. Assignments deadlines approaching and quizzes seemed never ending. That was the case for almost all students and one of the courses taking the heavy hitters was engineering.

(m/n) (l/n) had been away from his friends, closer to his groupmates, scrambling to finish their lab reports before the submission link was closed. He unfortunately had to give half-assed replies to most of his associates, especially his two love interests.

They had something, affectionate and it ran deep but the (h/c) never made a choice between the sun and the moon.

He didn't expect any visitors when a knock echoed on his wooden door to his room. (m/n), lax in shorts and a plain t-shirt opened it to find Daisuke smiling at him, a box of food in his hand.

"Figured you haven't had dinner yet." His dimples carved into his cheeks as he smiled, his dark-hued eyes gleaming down at his beloved.

(m/n) smiled at him, bags forming under his own (e/c) eyes as he hugged the ravenette. "Already ate some leftovers but that's nice of you." "Really? Then just keep these in your pantry." He meant the shared pantry of his house, a section of his block on the same floor, which (m/n) did not prefer using since housemates always stole his shit.

"I'll just stuff it in Haru's freezer." "Where is he?" (m/n) invited Daisuke in, the ravenette tugging off his shoes, taking off his leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of the shared room.

(m/n) slid back onto the chair, facing his desk as he picked up his tablet pen, continuing to write numbers and equations on the surface of his gadget. "He went home. Said he had a concert to catch." "In exam season?" "Dude's crazy."

Haru was (m/n)'s roommate, a tall quiet blonde who was with the (h/c) way back since preschool. He always disliked (m/n) bringing his so-called lovers into his room, especially Sousuke." A racket from his doorknow followed by annoying and fast knocks on his door.

(m/n) was about to stand once again but Daisuke beat him to it, pulling the door open with a frown on his face.

Sousuke, whose half of his face was covered with a green checkered scarf, glared immediately at the equally annoyed ravenette. A plastic bag bunched up in his clenced fist. "Whatchu' got there?" Hazel eyes perked up at the sight of (m/n) behind Daisuke and he pushed the latter aside to enter the room, throwing his coat on Haru's bed.

"You said your graph papers were out. Passed by and thought I could get some." (m/n) giddily reached out for the plastic bag, pulling out the almost scrunched green checkered papers. "Thanks. Almost went down to buy some."

Sousuke leaned to kiss (m/n)'s hair but was pushed by Daisuke. They both almost wrangled each other in the process but both were slapped by the (h/c) who forced the two to sit on his bed before he could entertain them.

"The submission is in four hours and there's zero progress on the abstract. I'm too busy organizing the others so either you shut up or get out." Immediately, the two sat up straight with their mouths closed. The two was easy for (m/n) to handle. They were almost alike, although the opposites of each other.

The (h/c) continued to grind his work, turning on his laptop. Ears stuffed with earbuds, some tunes blasting in his ear canal, drowning out the rare civil conversation Sousuke and Daisuke were having while relaxing on his single-sized bed.

Every now and then, there would a groan or a curse from the frustrated (h/c) who was suffering at the incompetency of his assigned groupmates. His leg bouncing up and down, his foot hitting the floor as he mashed the keyboards of his laptop, desperate to finish his work.

An hour passed and he stretched his arms, pulling off the charger to his laptop and took it with him as he slumped himself on the bed, his head in Daisuke's lap and his legs draped over Sousuke's torso. The redhead sat up as he pulled the (h/c) closer who slapped his hand away. "I'm not finished. Fucking hell, who passed these assholes?!"

He placed the laptop on his thighs, still typing away as Daisuke ran his fingers through his hair, occasionaly raking out a tangled strand or two. "I'm gonna die with the integrated project." (m/n) groaned, backspacing his teammate's work before proceeding to paraphrasing the previous sentences.

Sousuke and Daisuke continued to talk to one another, (m/n) chirping in while laying in between them, his bottom now in between Sousuke's thighs, he could feel the hardness of the redhead's jeans poking through but a boner isn't going to score his GPA.

"FINALLY!!" He yelled out, submitting his work as he slammed the laptop shut and carefully placing it on the floor. "You done?" Daisuke hummed, pushing back (m/n)'s baby hairs. The (h/c) nodded, his arm over his eyes as he could feel his body finally relaxing, sinking into the plush of his bed.

"I HATE....freeriders." "One's right in front of you." "I am not. I just so happen not liking to lead." In order of (m/n), Daisuke and Sousuke's voice. The two begin to banter once again. Daisuke bringing up his past experience working with Sousuke in a group project.

(m/n) pulled his arm away, staring at the popcorn ceiling of his dorm room, he had only noticed that it was already late. He wasn't even sure when Daisuke had entered his room. That's how much he had been holed up, finishing his homework.

He had been so tense the past few days, tension building up his shoulders, his tired eyes darkening for every missed hour of sleep. (m/n)'s whole body was so tired just from the past week and he could feel something burning up in the bottom of his stomach.

It was a fail attempt at secretly rubbing his ass onto Sousuke's crotch who immediately turned his attention onto the flustered (h/c). His mouth was agape as (m/n) stuttered to reason himself. "What?! Don't act so shocked...I'm just fucking frustrated."

He propped his elbows up, ready to leave before Daisuke pulled him down. "Frustrated? Frustrated what?" "College frustrated. Work frustrated, fuck. My damn pants are frustrated too."

Scarred fingers rubbed into the plush of his exposed thighs, reminding (m/n) that he had only adorned a thin and short outfit. Black eyes staring deeply into his, Daisuke's face was calculating, analysing his expression.

"You're not slick. Tryna' hump on me." Sousuke mumbled, dragging his tongue across (m/n)'s inner thigh earning a squeak. "As if. The both of you kept arguing like children. I might as well suck off a sex toy if that's all you're going to do."

"Sex toy?" Sousuke raised an eyebrow. A smirk on his lips. "Like you'd be satisfied with just that." He grumbled, smacking his thigh, a yelp from the (h/c) who felt something hardened as his head was still in Daisuke's lap.

"Quit it and just get on with it." (m/n) mumbled, turning to the side, his legs kicking at the redhead whose lust grew a thousand times more fervent as he pulled the (h/c)'s waist, ass smacking right on his crotch as he teased (m/n) who smothered his face into Daisuke's thigh.

(m/n) was now on his stomach, refusing to acknowledge Sousuke who was coercing him to continue. It was a rare dynamic. Sousuke would be quiet during their intimate encounters but his mouth becomes oddly chatter-ish around Daisuke who was the opposite.

"Just a little push. You did it five minutes ago, you can do it now." Sousuke was persuading (m/n) to rub himself on the redhead's crotch, his jeans stretching holding his length and (m/n) peeked behind him to see a grinning horny idiot.

"You're a cunt..." He mumbled again before moving. Rubbing his butt covered with shorts on Sousuke's groin, dragging his mound, pushing down on his erection. He could feel the friction on his balls as hos shorts was tugged down lightly just so his tip was peeking from his waistband.

(m/n) looked up to see Daisuke as the culprit, who was still silent, watching him with a blank expression but behind his eyes spoke otherwise. Their lust was burning and so was his.

Sousuke moaned, his hands rubbing up (m/n)'s sides as he pushed up his shirt, fingers travelling and locking onto his nipples, pinching them. The (h/c) mewled, having his chest groped as he desperately humped himself on the redhead's covered cock, slamming short bounces against Sousuke.

"I need it. I need the real thing." He whined desperately, his pitch tuning high as he dipped his head into Daisuke's crotch. His tongue flat against the ravenette's slacks and his teeth barely grazing on the covered hard cock.

(m/n) yelped again when his torso was forcibly turned, his face hot and Sousuke had a perverted grin. "How bad d'you want it?" "Bad. Really f-fucking bad." His words slipped as his hips stuttered.

A hand abruptly gripped his chin as Sousuke forcefully pulled his shirt off of him. Two fingers knocked into his palate as the redhead shoved his hand up (m/n)'s mouth. "You want it? You wanna fuck the two of us? Breed yourself like a horny rabbit?"

The tip of his cock was flicked and (m/n) gagged painfully, but his pleasure spiked and precum drooled onto his own stomach. Daisuke pulled away from (m/n)'s cock as he began to cup the (h/c)'s pecs, his hand squeezing the mound.

(m/n) nodded his head, when Sousuke's fingers began to press deeper in his mouth as he felt the redhead hump his ass. His tongue desperately lapping at the rough digits as he gasped when the redhead pulled his hand away.

"Prep yourself. It's time you get to work." Sousuke grinned.

This wasn't supposed to be their dynamic. (m/n) was used to having the redhead prep him, eat his ass out and fuck him swiftly like the pillow princess that he is. Daisuke was the same too, except more foreplay and less tongue but he had never needed to prepare himself, letting the two work their way into him because it was usually them getting riled up, not the other way around.

But (m/n) was desperate as he shimmied his shorts down, tugging off the bunched clothing from his ankle as he shakily reached down. Sousuke pulled his shoulder to lay him on his side and the (h/c) could see his jeans stretched out holding in his cock that he wanted to stuff himself with so badly.

He wanted to complain that he was dry but Daisuke had pulled his legs up, folded him in half and spat directly on his asshole before letting him fall back onto the bed. (m/n) was shocked and the ravenette was still quiet, urging him to continue.

A finger pushed in past the tight rim of his hole and he whimpered at the dry feeling, carving himself while struggling to hold his leg up but Sousuke had propped it up himself, pushing his hand to cup under his knee, letting him fully exposed to the redhead.

"Mmnn...it kinda hurts- annh mmf nggh anh-" He was corrected by his own body when he accidentally grazed his own prostate. His hole was still dry but the scratchy feeling managed to still bring pleasure to his leaking cock as he put another finger in and began to masturbate in front of the two men.

His hips were moving as he gripped his bedsheets, moaning and mewling. He was taken aback when Sousuke licked a stripe up his crack and balls. The redhead sucked on his base before focusing on his filled and twitching hole.

Daisuke used that moment of shock to pull his hair, forcibly pulling his head up as he shoved his tongue down (m/n)'s throat. The latter gagging at the sudden attack and he sucked on the ravenette's wet muscle.

Sousuke was too busy munching, pushing (m/n)'s finger apart to spread his hole as he stuck his tongue inside. Sucking and spitting at the rim.

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Ugh i lost the inspo when i fell asleep. Tell me if you want a finished version and ill reblog it to tell u mofos. 🤞🏼 waka-chan out.

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Drinking games ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

Some cute sfw shit with your 'straight' male crush who has a secret soft spot for you word count: 1.3k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The few private moments you had shared with (Y/c) were sweet, even romantic at a push if you sprinkle in some 'delusion'

The man would chat to you, seemingly remembering most details you had shared with him in previous conversations, his (e/c) eyes looking over your features gently as he throws in some jokey flirts; his charisma through the roof, his hand's in his pockets and a smirk on his face as he calls you cute or funny

Moments like those almost, just almost make you forget that (y/c) is in fact a straight man, very much heterosexual

(Y/c) is quite popular, and damn is he very different around his friends than when he's has a very rare moment alone with you

When with his friends, the (h/c) barely spares you a glance, acting all nonchalant around his friends and replying with a 'sup' after you say hi to him - his friends teasing him about his 'friendship with you'

But again, when the two of you have a brief moment alone things are different

The slightly (taller/shorter) man will subconsciously go out of his way to text you or to see you by using almost every excuse under the sun; he needs help with an assignment? Of course you'll help, he missed a lecture? You make time to tutor him!

But either way, you knew that you attempts at 'flirting' and your heart rate increasing anytime you saw (Y/c) was realistically futile - the man was straight, and he barely tolerated you too

When you thought about it, the (h/c)'s friends make fun of him for talking to you, and he only really hangs out with you to get shit out of it; you two weren't actually even friends

Or so that's what you thought...

It came as a real shock when you got a text at 6pm on a random Saturday from (Y/c) who was inviting you to a party he was hosting

Not only were you surprised that he was hosting the party but also that you were invited

"I thought you hated hosting? lmao" you reply almost instantly, good god get some self-respect bro

"I do"

"I want you there to make it more tolerable"

The way blood rushed to your face faster than ever before, my lord

"I suppose i can clear my very busy schedule for you 🙄 "

And that's how you ended up at your first ever party! Well, at least a huge house party, unlike the small functions you had gone to with friends

After being greeted with many drunk people, made nicer by the alcohol in their system, you aimed to make your way to (Y/c); that was until you got dragged away by a group of people greeting you and inviting you to drink

It was surprisingly chill, you were enjoying yourself in the kitchen as you sat on a counter-top, drink in hand as you chatted with the other people you were with - laughing and gossiping

Eventually, word made its way to (Y/c) that you had turned up, and immediately the man made his way towards his kitchen

He couldn't explain why his heart dropped when he saw you talking and laughing with other guys, but it did, and he made his way towards you with a face like stone, aiming to hide his emotions

"(Y/c)! I found youuu!" you chuckle out endearingly, clearly a little tipsy already

"Hey, was lookin' for you... Looks like you made yourself at home" The man teased, his body quite close to yours, the counter-top bringing you to his height

You mumble an 'oh shit, sorry' as you jump down from the food surface, you body pushing against (Y/c)'s as you do so

"Nah it's fine, enjoy yourself.... wanna come hangout with my friends? They're becoming unbearable" The handsome man chuckles, looking exhausted by his drunk friends

You, of course, agree and make your may towards his group of friends in the (h/c)'s living room

Even when drunk, (Y/c)'s friends teased him about having you around, but shockingly, once the (taller/shorter) man saw you expression sour, he told his mates to 'fuck off' - well that made your heart skip a couple of beats!

After hanging out with your handsome crush for an hour or so, more and more people joined the group, people drinking more and more - even (Y/c) feeling comfortable enough to drink with you around

However, a situation arose when someone suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' with a truth or dare twist...

Of course everyone agreed, the alcohol in their system making them much more excitable than usual, and if the activity didn't involve anything getting broke, (Y/c) was cool with it

After a couple of rounds of people being dared to kiss other, secrets being revealed and gross 'would you rather' questions, you were getting progressively more drunk - having opted out of back flipping off of the couch and revealing your fat crush on (Y/c) just to name a few scenarios

(Y/c) was a little worried for you, seeing how drunk you were getting was making him feel overprotective of you - but man did you also look fucking cute!

Your cheeks flushed and your eyes droopy from the liquor, leaning up against him with you warm body as you chuckle for no reason from time to time

Inevitably, the bottle had landed on you once more, causing you to sit up and give everyone a chuckle after whining loudly 'not againnnnnnn~'

But the crowd was definitely silenced when the spinner of the bottle dared you to kiss someone - specifically, some guy you were cozy-ing up with when you first arrived at (Y/c)'s

You chuckle lightly when you see the man blush, his desire for you to kiss him evident on his face - the man had been trying it on with you since you got here!

But as you struggle to get up, wobbling around from the drinking, (Y/c) had shocked everyone

You watch with a fat fuck-off blush on your face as (Y/c) stands up and grabs the bottle from the middle of the circle, downing the whole thing and saying with a nonchalant tone - 'what? he's too drunk to drink anymore'

This man just took a drink for you! HOW FUCKIN ROMANTIC IS THAT???

You hadn't noticed it, but the (h/c) man had drank a lot throughout the night, and he'd even taken that drink for you but seemed literally sober

(Y/c) must have a real high alcohol tolerance, the thought of the big, handsome man being able to handle his drink so well and even be willing to take a drink for you? You had fallen for him all over again then and there!

Some of the people in the circle boo and other hype (Y/c) up, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head as he slings an arm of yours over his shoulders and lifts you up with a hand around your waist

And after the difficult trip up three flights of stairs to the man's bedroom, he gently lays you down on his bed and brings you a bowl to throw up in

You two spend hours up in his room, talkin about many, many things - like his room being cool, you being cute drunk, him being handsome always, you feeling bad that he's missing the party, him professing that he'd rather spend his time with you, and your long conversation had ended with you professing your undying love to your two year ongoing crush

You blushed and slammed your hands against your mouth, shouting that you were dreaming and that 'this wasn't happening!', trying to trick yourself into thinking that the amused man would just forget about this in the morning

He didn't.

(Y/c) remembered every moment in vivid detail... and so did you

But what you didn't expect was for the man to in turn, the morning after, confess that he too had some affectionate, maybe even loving feelings towards you - and also that he was extremely impressed that you didn't even throw up after drinking as much as you did!

[aajjks]

Tutor. JJK

synopsis. becoming your tutor was only the start.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp 101 jk, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, flüff, he’s sö shy lmao

note. just a lil something, I like to call him simp!jk. share thoughts plz.

Jungkook could look at you forever.

You are so attractive, that smile of yours, those E/C eyes of yours make his mind feel dizzy, you make him feel so stupid, so foolish.

So foolishly in love with you.

But he knows you’re way out of his league, you’re everything he’s not, you two are no match, but yet his heart craves you, he can’t stop loving you. How can he not love you, you’re his first love, he was in love with you the first time he saw you.

“Can you stop daydreaming?” Jungkook almost curses under his breath, his friend annoys the fuck out of him sometimes, why would he even dare to interrupt him when he’s busy thinking about you?

“Don’t give me the death stare, simp.” Jungkook doesn’t stop glaring at his friend though, biting the inner cheek of his mouth, glaring daggers at him. “I mean… why don’t you just ask her out already? It’s been two years, JK.”

Jungkooks shoulders sulk at that, his friend has a point, but he simply doesn’t have the courage to ask you out.

You would reject him in a heartbeat.

“No… she’s way out of my league, man…” he barely whispers to himself. He’s so insecure, he wants you so much but he’s so scared to have you, you’re an angel, he’s not worthy of you.

“You never know Jungkook, I mean personally you’re a pretty good guy, I don’t understand your fear but you do you.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply but tries to focus on the teacher instead, as much as he wants to spend the whole period gawking at you, he can’t risk being noticed,

Especially not by you.

“Okay, so I am pretty sure that everyone’s understood the lecture, I hope there are no questions.” The old professor speaks, it doesn’t interest Jungkook.

His mind is still set on you, you never leave his mind, you have him obsessed, it scares him almost. But it feels so good though, because he has a reason to look forward to every day, his reason is you.

“Actually sir?” He blinks twice when he hears your voice, his heart immediately skips a beat. “I had a confusion regarding the concept, if you could help me understand- I am sorry yn but the class is almost over, maybe one of your peers will help you.”

Jungkook doesn’t think before he speaks up. “I-I CAN HELP YN!” His voice echoes around the class room, all of the students turn to look at the shy boy,

Including you.

You are looking straight at him, he can feel your eyes on him.

“Well it’s settled then, thank you Jungkook.” The professor picks up the papers and smiles, “class dismissed.”

Jungkook feels so uncomfortable under everyone’s gaze but as soon as the bell rings. He sighs of relief. Jungkook notices his friends gaze on him too, he doesn’t look at him, because he knows you’re still present in the room,

And he’s pretty sure you’re approaching him already. “Dude she’s coming, good luck.” His friend whispers to him, Jungkook closes his eyes, his friend leaves, even though he couldn’t care less about that typically,

He was all alone with you now.

“Hi Jungkook,”

He will explode any moment from the excitement that’s running through his body, his brown eyes shoot up at you, he stands up, his body is reacting on its own, “H-Hi yn.. wait you know my name?”

You are simply the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, you give him a small smile, it makes him want to scream, “of course! And thank you for volunteering to help me, I appreciate it.” You put your hand out for him to shake, and he almost whimpers as he feels your skin touch his,

“I-It’s all good YN… don’t worry about it.” You’re making it impossible for him to act normal, “s-so shall I… oh you’re so cute jungkook!”

Oh my God.

“W-What?” Jungkook feels insane. He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating about you calling him cute, has he gone actually insane?

“I said you’re pretty cute, Jungkook.” He still hasn’t let go of your hand, you try to break the handshake, but he doesn’t budge.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with sheer concern, he’s too lost in his thoughts to realise that he’s been holding your hand for the last five minutes.

“O-Oh yeah I am… I’m sorry!” He quickly leaves your hand and apologises, bowing in front of you like a loyal servant. “aw no it’s fine. So I was thinking maybe you could help me with the concepts either in the free period or.. somewhere else?”

His eyes widen, he couldn’t believe this,

He had a golden opportunity in his hands.

“I-I… don’t mind anywhere YN.” He scratches the back of his head but inside he’s screaming, it’s so easy for him to conceal his feelings.

Oh the things you make him do.

“Great so how about my house? I mean I’m kind of a lazy person so I’d rather not meet at a coffeehouse or something, I love being in the comfort of my home.” You adorably explain and he’s sure his eyes are heart shaped right now.

“If you don’t mind of course.” Oh just how considerate you are, Jungkook is so obsessed with you, you’re an angel.

He’s convinced.

“O-Of course YN! I’m cool, I-I’m fine!”

“Okay thank you tutor, see you at 7?”

“Of course YN!”

“So I will text you the address, see you soon.” You wave at him, he just stands watching you walk out, you have him awestruck, today is a very blessed day for him,

Also he managed to keep a few secrets from you, like how he knows where you live, Jungkook sighed of relief when you left,

This was a start of something really special for him, and you.

[mochikofi]

Yoichi Isagi NSFW Alphabets

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Yoichi will quickly set up a bath so you guys can take a bath together. And after that he will cuddle you and shower you praises.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Yoichi's favorite body part of his is his thighs. He loves watching you pleasure yourself while riding his thighs <33

And his favorite body part of yours is probably your boobs. He loves playing with it when he's stress and he loves cumming on your boobs, he thinks it's hot when you're covered in cum.

C - Cum (Anything to do with Cum)

He would LOVE to cum inside you but he doesn't want to risk getting you pregnant (he wants to get you pregnant but it's not the right time) so he mostly cums on your boobs or thighs.

D - Dirty Secret (self explanatory, a secret if theirs)

He kind of want to find a risky place to fuck. the though of someone seeing you fully naked and getting fucked hard by him... He loves the idea. But of course, he won't tell you, he will end up getting lectured.

E - Experience (how expirienced are they)

He's not experienced before he met you, in short your first time was with him and his first time was with you. But he's a quick learner of course, so he watches porn sometimes to learn.

F - Favorite position

Cowgirl. He loves seeing your face when you ride him and when your tits bounce. He thinks it's fucking hot seeing you sweaty, slowly riding him while begging him.

G - Goofy (are they goofy or serious in bed)

He's both. At first, he will be goofy and crack some jokes up to gte you comfortable then he will be serious then fuck so hard that you won't be able to walk.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He's not really entirely shaved. But if you want him entirely shaved then.. he will shave it.

I - Intimacy (how are they during sex)

He's SOOO romantic. Expect many compliments and praises coming from him because he fucking loves you very much. He can't get enough of you.

J - Jack Off (do they masturbate)

Nah not really. He have you sooo no not to masturbate. He can just ask you lmao.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

PRAISING. He loves being praised and he loves praising you so much. He can never not praise you during sex.

L - Location (favorite places to do it)

His room or the bathroom. He loves hving bathroom sex with you during the morning and he loves getting freaky in bed due to his stamina and all.

M - Motivation (what turns him on)

He gets turned on when he sees your thighs or chest. Like just by seeing your thighs gets him hard- it leads into a quickie in the bathroom.

N - No (something he wouldn't do)

No drawing blood or something like that. Once he sees a discomfort on your face, he will stop.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

He LOVES giving you head. He can't get enough of your face. He can't start a day without eating you out.

But when it comes to receiving, he won't complain. He loves feeling your lips on his cock <33

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It depends on his mood. Sometimes when he's in a bad mood he will fuck you until your legs are shaking, until you beg for him to stop.

But over all he's always romantic even when fast or slow, he's always romantic. But don't expect him giving mercy tho.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickie)

Again, it depends on him. If he's feeling horny and when his friends are with him, he will drag you to the bathroom and fuck you.

But he likes doing it in bed more because to him it's romantic.

R - Risk (do they take risk)

No- his friends are always with him so it's 89% chance that both of you will get caught.

S - Stamina (how long do they last)

He can go up to 3 rounds if he's tired but if he's not then he can go up to 5-6.

T - Toy (do they use toys)

No. He doesn't like them and he believes that he's the only one who can go inside you.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like teasing you because he thinks it's mean and he doesn't want you to get angry.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

He's very verbal during sex. He will tease you with his words until you give in to him and sometimes his voice makes you cum aswell so he's proud at himself.

W - Wild card

Yoichi loves giving you head even when you're asleep- with consent of course! He just lovessss your taste.

X - X-Ray (How long are they)

he's 7-8 inches long. He's proud that he can make you cum atleast 3-6 times.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

High. His mind is always filled with you even during practice- if he can just fuck you anywhere and everywhere he would.

Z - zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

Yoichi would wait until you fall asleep and when you're asleep he will hug you close to his chest and kiss your forehead and sleep.

navigation. - nsfw/sfw alphabet masterlist.

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good love makes you hesitate

REQUEST → @wroteclassicaly 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “don’t do this here” – best-friend!reader x steve | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

G O O D L O V E M A K E S Y O U H E S I T A T E 🎶 i know a place, MUNA

“C’mon. You can’t be serious,” Steve was giving you that look. The impossible one where you wanted to grab up fist fulls of his shirt, heated and angry and tell him off. His tone was edgy, frustrated and you knew he was right, but you couldn’t admit it.

Your back was against his door, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him pace the length of his room. His hair sticking up and messed from running his hands through it as music played loudly downstairs.

Muffled lyrics pushing themselves up through the floorboards. People cheering and laughing in the kitchen and out by the pool. Mocking you as you stood in your best friend’s room trying to shove everything back down into the pit of your stomach where it belonged. Listening to him lecture you. Trying to justify to him why you were still with your shitty boyfriend.

The boyfriend who was always late picking you up from work. The boyfriend who forgot your birthday. Didn’t know your favorite color or that you hated pineapple on your pizza. Wouldn’t sing True Colors all off-key and shitty in the car with you. The one who got caught messing around with Tammy Thompson and yet you stayed. Because it was better.

Better than watching your best friend make out with someone else. Better than sitting with the feelings you denied. The ones that made your heart race every single time Steve smiled at you. Every time he pulled you in for a hug. Every time he told you how much you meant to him. How you were the ‘best friend anyone could ever ask for’ but never any more than that, so it was better. Better than admitting you were in love with him and not your boyfriend.

Better than hurting like that.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you sighed, exasperated, trying not to loose control of it all, “Don’t do this here.” You’d balled your hands into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms, anger starting to give way to something else but you refused to let it.

“Don’t do this? Are you kidding? He cheated on you! What if he does it again?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, tried to shut him out, but he pushed. He always pushed.

“You’re not fine! Just dump his ass,” Steve looked at you in disbelief, looked at you like the answer was so obvious and it made you laugh. A mirthless, humorless breath of air that hurt as it pushed itself from your lungs and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Okay, Steve. Sure.”

He stopped pacing, stared at you, heard the sarcasm dripping from your words and it was his turn to laugh. The same frustration lacing the edges of it as he took a step toward you. Looked at you eyes narrowed, mouth firmed into a line.

“You’re gonna stay with him? After all that? After Tammy–” and then you snapped.

“Don’t!” you felt the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, throat tightening against the sob you’d been holding in your chest for what felt like years and you didn’t think you could run from it anymore.

Steve’s eyes grew wide, expression shifting in an almost painful way. Sure, you argued like friends do, but you’d never yelled like that before and you watched as his insistent determination gave way to something softer. Watched as ‘sorry’ tugged at the corners of his lips. So fucking sorry and he wanted to say something, anything, but your words kept coming. Spilling out now. Drops of water through a crack that only widened with each second that passed.

“You can’t say shit like that,” your words had lost their edge, liquid like water, the sharpness dulled from the way he was looking at you. Eyes all burnt caramel, brown sugar, and he took a couple of steps toward you.

“What? Why?” the look on your face wrecked him and he couldn’t help reaching out to take your hand. Firm and soft all at the same time and as his fingers tangled with yours, you squeezed your eyes shut and set free the tears you’d been fighting against.

“Steve,” you were pleading now, begging him to leave it, but when you opened your eyes he was looking at you like you’d punched him. Maybe you should’ve. Maybe that would’ve been easier. “You don’t know what it’s like,” you finally admitted, the tightly wound feelings in your chest starting to unravel. Tears chasing down the soft curves of your cheeks, slipping over your lips and you could taste the salt. The bitterness.

“What it’s like?” his brows pinched together, concerned and confused, still not putting the pieces together and you held back the small, painful sound that had bubbled up in your throat because you finally realized you’d do anything to make the ache in your chest go away. Even if it meant fucking up what you had with your best friend because you telling him now was better than carrying it around with you forever.

“To be in love with someone that doesn’t love you back,” and the hurt in your words pulled his free hand to your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb gently brushing your tears away. He shook his head, trying to help but not knowing how.

“But–but you told me you didn’t love hi–”

“Not him,” you didn’t let him finish, “You. I’m in love with you, Steve.”

His lips parted, the pinch between his brows melting away, swallowing thick and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as your words hit him square in the chest, “You–you’re in love with me?”

Your face burned, felt like it was on fire, your whole body trembling and vibrating with the admission that had settled in the room around you and you kept going, tried to save face, “I know you don’t feel the same way. And that’s fine! I get it! I just can’t keep pretending–”

But Steve swallowed the rest of your words. Slipped his hand round the back of your neck and pulled you into him. Pressed his lips to yours and proved you wrong with that kiss.

And it was loaded. Full of all the things you’d left unsaid. He was breathing you like air. Holding you like he was drowning and you were his lifeline. Drank you like a man who’d been wandering the desert without water and god, you let him.

“Steve,” you pulled away for a second, the quick sounds of your breaths falling between you, and he stopped.

“Oh shit, sorry, I–”

“No! Oh my god, don’t be sorry,” you huffed a small laugh, feeling your hands on his chest, on the soft fabric of his shirt. Fresh laundry, patchouli and boy. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, his hands wide and warm at your waist and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was gentle, easing you into it and your cheeks flushed pink.

“You always said we were ‘best friends’,” you said softly and the furrow between his brows came back as he lifted a hand to your cheek.

“Yeah, course we’re best friends.”

“I didn’t want to ruin it,” came out shy, a little embarrassed and he pulled you in closer.

“Ruin it?” he tutted softly, thumb sweeping over your cheek and down to the corner of your mouth, “Baby, you’d never ruin it.”

Baby.

“You promise?” you asked, eyes flicking up to meet his and he leaned down to kiss you again, smiling against you, warm and safe and Steve.

“I promise.”

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[gamblersdoll]

Can you write "alphabet "abt Guts and Nerd? 🤡

i assume nsfw, so.

a- assignments and ass. any assignments or studying will result in just you sitting in his lap as he gives your ass a rub. it makes you nervous, he knows that. yet, he squeezes it and may also slip a thumb inside your puckered hole.

b- books and blowjobs. he knows youre a bookworm, and he knows you love erotica to a point of almost whoring yourself out. especially with giving him a blowjob, may also leave his cock in your mouth.

c- cockwarming, it drives him wild the way you can get away with having cock in your cunt, but yet you pretend to just be in his lap and study. he occasionally thrusts up, but he needs to move at times. youre a whore, so you can take it.

d- do carpets match drapes? in color, yes. but he keeps his pubes trimmed during the summer. its too fucking hot for that.

e- ejaculation. he prefers to cum on your face, he finds something so slutty yet beautiful about his cum just fogging your vision— quite literally.

f- face fucking, he absolutely adores it. he cant control himself when he does, he loves how fat it looks in your mouth and your glasses falling off from the sheer force of his fucking.

g- goofy, he is not.

h- handy, he doesnt primarily love it but only likes fingering you.

i- intimacy, he can be intimate, but likes bullying you more. something about you moaning to his degrading words turn him on.

j- jerking off, jerking him off. he loves it, especially on the phone or sending a pov video and him talking to you through the phone.

k- kinks, everything other than knife, gun, or scat.

l-location, anywhere, primarily his car.

m - motivation, you sitting in his lap or acting like your innocent, he knows otherwise.

n- nos, knives or guns or scat. hes not a fucking moron so those are absolutely not okay with him. he also has a trigger with the weapons.

o- oral, he is a giver, not much of a receiver. and hes god sent with his tongue. he also has pussy sucking lips.

p- pace, he can be slow and sensual or fast and demanding. depends on his mood.

q- quickie, only happens once in a blue moon.

r- risk, he takes them, and he knows you love the risk as well.

s- stamina, he can last for a hour max.

t- toys, he loves them!! he finds your vibe and dildo and does a double kill on you, he loves seeing you cry and whine.

u- unfair, he loves orgasm denial. like… alot.

v-vocalist, he is only really vocal when he is degrading or praising. ither than that, its groans and grunts.

w- wild card, he actually loves having you wait to squirt, its borderline piss kink but he knows you cant handle it but he love’s punishment for you.

x- x ray, hes packing a thick and fat seven and a half inch cock, and he knows how to work that mf.

y- yearning, he can be a needy brat when around you. if he doesnt have you now , hes throwing a mini tantrum.

z- zzz’s.. he doesnt fall asleep after sex, he has to do aftercare and make sure youre okay before he can even get sleep. otherwise you’ll lecture him.

[lovelettersfromluna]

ok ok what about professor/professor’s assistant!reader x ellie?? like reader would be yelling at ellie bc she doesn’t ever show up to class or do her work (ellie would definitely do that) and ellie’s like “maybe i could earn some extra credit haha 🥸” and they end up fucking on reader’s desk

Ellie Williams x Professor!reader !! (All of this takes place in COLLEGE) thank you for the request!!

I honestly think Ellie would do it to purposefully piss you off.

She’s def the sort it student that hates authority, and always shows up late, has stacks of missing assignments, and id even go as far as saying she’d be the class clown for the sheer fact that she loves seeing get annoyed with her every time she interrupts a lecture with another one of her stupid jokes.

Because tell me you can’t imagine her smirking at you like a smug asshole after she gives you mouth when you ask her where her assignments are, the entire class just staring at you to see what you’ll retaliate with.

But you don’t, not this time. You simply sigh, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and mumble a tired, “See me after class Ellie”, and she knows she’s done it.

At the end of class, you’re putting away your papers and your laptop and you’re waiting for Ellie to stay behind so you two can talk, and she’s just giving you that stupid smug smirk that literally haunts you in your sleep, and you feel defeated.

“What is going on Ellie? How do you expect me to teach you when all you do is slack off in my class? I know for a fact it’s only mine. I’ve checked in with your other professors around college campus and they all say you’re a wonderful student, so what is it about my class?” You plead with her, and still, she’s just smirking down at you.

She shrugs, her eyes trailing down your cut little top and your jeans before she speaks. “Who says i slack off?” She’s challenging you, and you know it.

You can’t stop yourself from getting angry with her. You stare at her in disbelief before you scoff. “Are you fucking kidding me? Ellie you take me for a joke! Listen, if you don’t start doing the work for my class, I’m going to drop you from the course.” She sighed out, turning around to shove more of your papers and folders into your bag.

And she knows she’s got you right where she wants you.

“Okay fine…I’ll start doing my work..” she mumbles out, trying her best to sound annoyed. She smirks softly once you turn around and face her, shoving her hands into her pockets, humming softly before she spoke again.

“Maybe you could…assign me some extra credit?” Her voice is dripping with lust, and it makes your core tighten.

And it’s how you end up on your desk, legs spread for Ellie, her tongue lapping at your soaked pussy.

“E-Ellie! Fuck….mmm…h-ahhh! Yeah! Right there!” Your hand is on her head, keeping her flush against your pussy, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Ellie was just as close as you were.

Her big green eyes are staring up at you, and she can’t stop herself from moaning every time you pull her hair, keeping her as close to you as humanely possible.

Her tongue is flicking your clit faster, and you’re close to tears as you whine out for her. “M’close….fuuuuck I’m close Ellie…please don’t stop” you’re moaning out for her, begging her to keep going and she has no plans on doing so.

Your back arches almost painfully as you cum all over her pretty face, grinding your slippery cunt on her to ride out your orgasm, breath heavy from how intense it all was.

She’s already kissing up your body, strong hands grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against her as her mouth attacks yours in a needy kiss, you whine as you taste yourself on her tongue.

That night, you take her home to her apartment, and Ellie never fails your class again.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Priest!Masema NSFW Alphabet

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

Before the guilt has set in, he'll want to cuddle and help you clean up a little. He likes to hear you tell him he did well for you. He likes to hear you thank him. He wants to hold you close, smelling your hair and hearing you talk, until he starts to feel the pangs of religious guilt.

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

On you, he'll say your hair and the moles/freckles/scars that adorn your skin, but in turth it is your ass and hips.

One himself it is his hands, because they do God's work.

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

Really fucking average, tbf. He is more a gusher than a shooter, tho. He does really love to cream pie though, to sit back and watch it gush out of you.

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

Everything about his sexuality is his dirty secret. YOU are his dirty secret. The way he lusts after you, the things he does to you, his absolute and everything overruling need for you.

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

Barely any before he met you. He's 'strayed' once or twice before you, but that was a good long while ago. Though he does seem to know what he wants and how to do it to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. It makes him feel somewhat in charge and it is the only position that is 'correct'.

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

Oh, he is very serious. He takes sinning very serious and will actually shut you down when you try and bring some humour into the sex.

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

Hair???? What hair, he does not even grow much leg hair and the peach fluff that grows under his armpits is negligible.

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

He tries to be emotionally distant, but he never succeeds. He craves closeness, he craves small gestures of love and he will bestow them upon you like a waterfall.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He edges to the thought of you daily. But he never lets himself cum.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Femdom, edging, slow burn, orgasm desperation, overstim, semi public sex, clothed sex, bondage, spanking and biting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom, the confessional, the lecture stand and his car.

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

Your scent, the sight of your boobs/ass, when you bend over, when you press yourself close to him, the wind playing through your hair, eye contact, the way you moan, your laughter. Hell, your sheer existance is arousing to him.

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

DDLG, bodily fluids, ageplay, exhibitionism and roleplay

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

Getting head will undo him in half a minute and he will never get used to it. He loves eating you out, but keeps it as a rare treat, when he thinks he deserves it.

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

He really wants to be slow and sensual, to take his time on your body, BUT, about ten minutes in he loses all semblance of selfcontrol and goes hard and fast, unless you take control.

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

His mouth is telling you no, but his body is telling you yes.

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

HAHAHAHHAHA NO, AND YET, so slowly draw him into your kinky world and he is so here for it, without really being aware of it.

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

He has a surprisingly strong stamina. He lasts long and can go at it for hours per session.

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

Nope, he balks at the mere idea of using toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is not at all a tease, but secretly likes it when you tease him.

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

He is embarrassingly loud. He just cannot keep quiet. Once it feels good, he will not be able to help himself.

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

He cannot looking at you without fantasies bursting, like intruisive thoughts, into his mind. Only he does not recognise them as intruisive thoughts, he sees them as the devil showing him his deepest urges. He feels shame every time his thoughts come to him like that. But he never fails to act upon them either.

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

He is so shapely, long and proportionally thicc, OF cock, really.

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

Actually quite high. He is very ashamed of this, but he is such a needy lil pervert. Especially after meeting you, all he can think of is fucking you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ARE YOU KIDDING, HE HAS TO REPENT. Guy has some praying to do, guilt riddled and morally conflicted. He can't sleep for hours!!!

[piedpiperslists]

JJK: Gang / Mafia AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Gang / Mafia' AU:

* s - contains smut

* Last updated: 11/02/2024

D R A B B L E S

“Are you wearing my shirt?” by taleasnewastime s mafia au

Crime & Punishment by bangtaninink s ft KSJ, mafia au, PWP Summary: You’re supposed to kill five people per month, as per Seokjin and Jungkook’s request. You’ve only killed two. Somebody’s in trouble.

Forreal Love by illneverrecover established relationship, gang au Summary: “We really need to stop race-walking everywhere”

Lilies by dewykth bad boy!Jungkook, drug dealer au Summary: … white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…

Mafia Leader!Kook by jksangelic s established relationship, mafia au, PWP Summary: The love of your life comes home after months of being missing.

Protective JK by taleasnewastime established relationship, mafia au

Rain by ichorai established relationship, mafia au Summary: Running away from problems never fixed anything, did they?

Soft Mafia AU by taleasnewastime established relationship, mafia au

The Carrier by yminie gang member!Jungkook, nurse!reader Summary: A chance encounter with gang member Jungkook.

The one with Jungkook and the sharpshooter by eoieopda enemies to lovers Summary: You didn’t plan this far ahead. You should have.

O N E S H O T S

Arrow to the Heart by kidguk s wc~7.8k / gang au, neighbors au Summary: Jeon Jungkook doesn’t understand what the fuss is about the rival gang’s sniper. She’s a perfect marksman, they say, yet every time he has faced her he’s gotten away - quite easily too. Is he just that good? Maybe. Is the real reason, unbeknownst to him, that he also happens to be kind of (it’s complicated) dating her? One hundred percent.

Concealed Weapon by gimmesumsuga s wc~10.6k / established relationship, mafia au, PWP Summary: Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise.

Flame on Water by btsmosphere wc~5.2k / assassin!Jungkook, bodyguard!reader, enemies to lovers, mafia au Summary: Either you win or he does. Either you get paid or he does. Either the target winds up alive or dead. Jungkook’s job becomes a little more difficult any time you are around.

My Beauty, My Blood by 7cypher wc~20k / single mom!reader, mafia au Summary: With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.

* Night Crawlers by alphabetboyluvr s wc~26k / drug runner!Jungkook, sugar baby!reader, college au Summary: Jungkook’s always been good at running. Track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. Drugs, now, too.  But he doesn’t expect to run into you.  In your shared lecture halls, sure. Maybe. But not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning.  There are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. You aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. He's sure of it.  So it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

Rubies are Red by btsmosphere wc~3k / enemies to lovers, mafia au Summary: Close enough to touch, far enough never to dare. But Jungkook knows you well enough to know something isn’t right. And that locket the new player is wearing? Isn’t his. Will this be what it takes to break the distance you keep with Jungkook?

Something Borrowed by alphabetboyluvr s wc~2.8k / angst, forbidden love, infidelity, mafia au

Sparrow by justanotherstarlightmonger s wc~6.2k / assassin!reader, escort!reader, mafia au Summary: Trained to kill, and a mistress to lust. Those were the two aspects of your life that were most prominent. No one saw the third part coming. Jeon Jungkook's sparrow.

Take Me to Church by illneverrecover s wc~5.1k / established relationship, gang au Summary: You can always tell when something is bothering your boyfriend, despite how hard he tries to hide it - and you have creative ways to get him to talk.

This Isn’t Love, Darling by junqkook s wc~5.3k / angst, escort au, mafia au Summary: He tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

Waste It on Me by byeoltoyuki wc~21k / strangers to lovers, gang au Summary: Being a journalist, you were familiar with the concept of taking risks and pushing your limits to get the best story. But when a gangster by the name of Jungkook tries to involve himself in your quiet, safe personal life, you are forced to reconsider the limits of your comfort zone, your boundaries, your morals and even your feelings.

Waste It on Me by byeoltoyuki established relationship, gang au Summary: When you’re mad at Jungkook for not taking care of himself.

Young Spy by jeonstudios wc~11.6k / spy!Jungkook, mafia au Summary: Three down, many to go as bad men are meeting their deaths tonight. The brown-haired one, who’s next in line, has given up his fight. Will you make it in time?

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Blackjack by kpopfanfictrash s mafia au Summary: Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

Crimson Park by heartbeatan s bookkeeper!reader, mafia au Summary: A thematic, mobster several-part series.

Sketchy by hamsterclaw s mechanic!Jungkook, gangster!Taehyung, gang au Summary: Jungkook and you left your past lives, together. Your ex-boyfriend wants your help, and he's pulling you back in to the life you left behind. Featuring Taehyung.

Stockholm Syndrome by taleasnewastime s strangers to lovers, gang au Summary: You’d tried so hard to run away from your troubled childhood. Now in your final year at university you’re starting to feel like maybe what’s in your past will stay there. Then a beautiful stranger shows up and befriends you, but not everything about him is as it seems.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Stress Relief Part Four

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Chapters will have explicit content further down the line.

Notes: The first few chapters aren’t explicit, so I’ll add the necessary labels when they’re needed. Chapters are also going to be shorter just in general. I’ve been sitting on this one for a w h i l e.

Not beta-read

Warnings: Me pretending to know anything about art crime, art forgery, or the FBI, or Ptolemaic art. Don’t get me wrong, I did some research but uhhh. Ya know.

Summary: You knew that Pike was pissed with you. You could see it as your fellow agents had begun handcuffing suspects, before you ducked into the back of the van to look around. 

You got a tip—a good tip. It was a good tip that led to a raid, but that raid was...Just a little less than standard.

You did manage to snag one of Denise Moquin’s associates.

Denise Moquin is one of the top associates in Les Gens Sans Noms—the daughter of the kingpin in the 70s. When her father died, there had been a brief power vacuum before she had installed herself as the head of the gang. How Denise Moquin and Luce Guilin operate are two completely different animals. You now have no doubt in your mind that Gaulin couldn’t have been involved in the heist.

Gaulin has had no trouble roughing up guards, assaulting people in the past in the pursuit of his crimes. When you go after Moquin, when you storm the warehouse, you can hear her men ordering, “Tirez à leurs pieds!”—Fire at their feet! It’s consistent with the action at the airport. Pike issued an order to keep back, you heard it—vaguely, you heard it—but you charged ahead anyway. You heard Pike calling after you, too, but it didn’t stopped you from running into the line of fire and shooting out the back tires of their van.

You knew that Pike was pissed with you. You could see it as your fellow agents had begun handcuffing suspects, before you ducked into the back of the van to look around.

“I told you to hold—”

“Did you?” You muttered, “Kinda hard to hear over—you know, the gunfire and stuff.”

You looked around, tugging your gloves down around your wrist to ensure they were on securely before you reached down, popping the lid on a crate. You peered inside, spotting a few guns.

“That’s odd, because everyone else heard me.” His irritation was only growing sharper. You didn’t bother glancing back at Pike. You knew from his tone that he didn’t believe you; you knew that you were in a tight spot.

“Weird how that happens,” You commented, reaching into your pocket and tugging out your infrared flashlight. You heard Pike huff impatiently behind you, but you clicked on the flashlight nonetheless, shining it through the crate before shining it along the floor of the van. There were a few splatters along the floor, but nothing that looked substantial.

“This isn’t something that you can take lightly,” Pike began to lecture, even as you shone the light over the side of the van and froze, “That sort of recklessness can get you……Get you killed...What is that?”

You climbed into the back of the van, crouching down and leaning in, narrowing your eyes.

“If I had to guess? A few specks of lapis lazuli. A primary component in Egyptian blue,” You turn to look at Marcus, “Highly transferable, and present on the relief that’s gone missing. We need to get forensics in here.”

“...Alright,” Marcus nodded, stepping back to let you down before he added, “Hey.”

You turned back to look at him, brows raised.

“We’re not done,” He warned, face set sternly. You felt your stomach twist with worry and annoyance, but you nodded, turning away. You’d take a fucking slap on the wrist as long as it meant a solid lead.

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[vcrnons]

you have me intrigued about the dino dream

WHEJDJDHDH HELLO😭 ALL RIGHT SO HERE’S THE NIGHT DINO RUINED MY LIFE🫠🫠🫠

(i remember this entirely too vividly and that’s because sometimes i randomly think about it and it sends my entire day into a spiral, so im rly sorry for how long this is lmao) (writing this out has made me feel so incredibly delusional) (under the cut for length & also to prevent anyone who doesn’t want to be subjected to my dumb dream bs)

chan & i worked together and we were at some kind of a training day? type? thing? and i guess we must’ve been like passively flirty colleagues or something because when he came into the big training room (which we were all sat ON THE FLOOR IN??? where were the TABLES AND CHAIRS what even is my subconscious) he came and sat RIGHT next to me and we had this cute little small-talk moment before the actual training stuff started

so we’re sat on the ground and we’re being lectured about information governance and data protection and shit, and lmty i am NOT listening because i can’t stop staring at him??? fr my guy looked HEAVENLY you can’t blame me for this. N E way i’m sat like. knees bent & pulled up to my chest, he’s got one leg bent up, both his fuckin. strong ass arms wrapped around it. and one leg out flat because he’s insane and wanted me to suffer, probably. and i’m just trailing a finger up and down his arm the entire time, feeling his muscles, giggling to myself quietly and he keeps looking back at me and smiling and I WAS LIKE HELP. because. it was BLINDING and his eyes were so soft and i’m getting palpitations remembering it wait—

so we break for lunch, it’s a dumb little buffet style thing of just sandwiches and chips and that’s literally it. and we eat and everyone’s like “well this is shit” but it’s free food so we’re still going for it yk. good to know dream j takes food as seriously as awake j does. moving on!

a few minutes into this lunch he pulls me to one side and asks if we can talk so we went out into a corridor and apparently ig we’re in this big high-rise building with floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out over a city??? bro the view is INSANE. so. he gives me one of his AirPods, puts on a song, we’re just looking out over this city together and listening to the music. he turns the volume down and we start talking just quietly about fuck-knows-what, obviously it starts getting a little Juicy. we’re super close, basically in each others faces, noses TOUCHING. (what in the wattpad was i inhaling this day—) and HE TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE SO HES LIKE AN I N C H AWAY FROM KISSING ME AND HE SAYS “you know, if you wanted something more, all you had to do was ask”

SO OBVIOUSLY DREAM ME LOSES HER DAMN MIND AND NEARLY CRUMBLES TO THE FLOOR. LIKE. WHOOOO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT. WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE SO SLICK WITH IT

and HE WENT IN FOR A KISS. BUT BECAUSE I WAS SO FKN NERVOUS AND THINKING “there’s no way this is happening rn—“, I SWERVED IT AND HE LIKE FREAKED OUT THINKING HE’D DONE SOMETHING WRONG SO HE RAN AWAY. I TRIED TO SHOUT AFTER HIM LIKE NO WAIT COME BACK BUT BRO WAS GONEEEEEEE

and then we had to go back into the training room so i went in and sat down where i was before but he SAT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM LOOKING ALL UPSET. and im trying to make eyes at him like babe come back im sorry let me explain BUT HE WOULDNT LOOK AT ME. and then fuckin. seungkwan comes over, crouches down, and is like

“hey, please don’t mess around with chan. he really, really likes you. never shuts up about you. if you don’t like him like that, it’s okay, but please just be gentle with him”

AND HE WAS SO SWEET BUT I WAS LIKE BRO DONT FUCKIN— I LIKE HIM I JUST GOT SCARED TELL HIM TO COME OVER HERE RN

but HE DIDNT. so at the end of the thing I just went over and dragged that man by his shirt out of the room and threw myself at him and explained everything and THEN WE FINALLY GOT THE SMOOCH. AND IT WAS JUST REALLY FUCKIN. IT WAS A LOT. IT WAS VERY A LOT. AND IM STILL NOT OKAY OVER IT. IF YOU WONDERED 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[hair-clip-trash]

More on potential while I'm at it

It's a fucking curse. While other kids get praised whenever they did something right found something right was what i was expected to do, no praise in sight. But you better bet your ass if I did something wrong it was my head on the chopping block. Having potential means that you can only every do things wrong. No one cares when you do something exceptional, only when you make a mistake. Being raised gifted is being raised on a floor of egg shells, you can't crawl like the other kids because that increases your likelihood of breaking something, you have to walk out of pure fear of what will happen if you don't. Being raised gifted is being raised on the back of fear. I don't know who I am, the only face I recognize is the one I'm running from.

Examples in case you don't believe my experiences

- I received a full ride scholarship with a paid internship included. Neither my best friends nor mentors congratulated me. The biggest response I got was an ok, most people just ignored me and moved to a different topic when I shared the "good" news.

- I turned in an assignment 2 days late last week (quel horreur) my teacher then sat me down and lectured me on how I'm wasting my potential, and how I used to be so bright.

- taking it all the way back to kindergarten me and another girl were only allowed to use the big writing sheets whereas everyone else was allowed to use the smaller writing sheets. If we didn't fill the big writing sheets we got red cards sent home, whereas when the other kids filled the big sheets half way they were praised.

I'm not asking for more attention than anyone else, i just wish i would have been held to the same standards as my peers all my life. Now that I'm older I'm constantly watching my back waiting for someone to scream at me and tell me I'm doing something wrong. Achieving goals doesn't even make me happy, it just makes me relieved because it means one punishment i can avoid.

I know that i probably sound really fucking whiney and entitled right now because there's many other groups of kids who've been failed by the school system more than me, but this has been my WHOLE LIFE and guess what this is MY vent blog, FOR ME. (Don't like it? Then just block me.) and I'm tired of people only caring about me for my potential, I'm tired of being put on a pedestal i never asked to be on, I'm tired of being scared all of the time of failing. I don't even want to go to college, all i want is to survive this.

And don't even get me started on how the isolation of the gifted program (especially as t h e gifted kid of my district [the fucking chosen one if you will]) has killed me.

(btw i know the Grammer is shit, it's on purpose, fuck this perfect golden child shit [ I AM NOT YOUR PRODIGAL DAUGHTER])

[serenailith]

there’s nothing better

for @dreamlingbingo​

Square: e1, masturbation Rating: e Word Count: 1202 Ship(s): dream of the endless/hob gadling Warnings: none Additional Tags: plot what plot/porn without plot, seriously no plot, semi-public sex, masturbation, anal sex Summary:

Dream made a suggestion on the location of their next tryst. Hob is all too willing to agree.

(semi-sequel to i want you bad)

Link: on ao3 masterlist

The lecture hall empties slowly, students chatting amongst themselves as they stream toward the door. Hob lets out a slow breath of relief–his thoughts were far from the lesson he’d planned, and he’s certain that at least a handful of students noticed. Someone has to have noticed that Hob refused to move from behind the lectern in the last half of the time-block.

All Hob has been able to think about is the last time he and Dream met up, the fuck that brought him near tears behind the New Inn. It isn’t the first time they’d had somewhat public sex. See just a week ago, when Hob had cornered Dream in a darkened section of a karaoke bar before dragging him toward the toilets. It had been filthy, quick, and raw. Perfect, really, with the way Dream had clutched at the sides of the sink, head lolling forward and body rocking with each thrust.

They’d nearly been caught then, too.

And fuck, does Hob want to do it again.

He finally steps out from behind the podium to drop into the chair behind the desk. He has another hour before his next class, and his office hours aren’t until after that. There’s time, he thinks even as he undoes the button on his trousers. His cock is already half-hard by the time he wraps his fingers around it, and he lets out a soft groan at the touch. It’s the beginning of relief; he can’t deny that. But it would be much better with–

His brain conjures up an image of pale skin stretched out on dark sheets, muscles rippling as Dream shoves backward to meet Hob thrust for thrust, dark hair plastered to a forehead with sweat. He imagines the weight of a dick in his hand and the smear of sticky precum on his palm as he strokes Dream closer to completion. Hob’s hand moves faster over his own cock, thumb sweeping along the tip like Dream always does. It doesn’t feel quite right.

The door opens with a clanking sound, and Hob’s eyes fly open as he rips his hand away. His stomach clenches before dropping in a harsh swoop. He can only hope the newcomer hasn’t realised what he was doing. He hurriedly shifts closer to the desk, hiding his lap beneath the top, and swallows thickly before turning to face whoever has intruded on his privacy.

“You are insatiable,” Dream announces as he ambles down toward the front of the room. “We spent an entire morning together, if you recall.”

“Fuck me.”

Dream’s blue eyes darken, and his lips pinch together. Hob reaches for his cock once more, though this time he puts on more of a show. For Dream’s sake, of course; anything to persuade his partner to do as Hob demanded. Dream steps closer but doesn’t touch. He only watches as Hob fucks up into the ring of his fist.

Dream’s gaze doesn’t stray from the sight of Hob masturbating as he unbuttons his signature dark jeans. Hob’s mouth waters when said jeans are pushed to the middle of Dream’s thighs. It is absolutely not the first time Hob has seen Dream’s cock; they have been having sex for the last year, in a relationship for the last eight months. It would be ridiculous if Hob had never seen every inch of Dream.

But it always takes his breath away.

Sure, Dream can manifest however he wishes (and there have been a few times he’s changed his form, even in the middle of sex, which still blows Hob’s mind). There’s just something about this form that drives Hob wild. Everything about Dream is absolutely perfect. His hair is a wild mess, and his eyes can become colder than the Arctic. He has a tendency of brushing people off or disregarding advice. But damn if Hob isn’t in love with him, anyway.

The Endless approaches, never ceasing his strokes, and Hob exhales unsteadily. With a simple gesture, Dream has brought Hob to his feet. Hob sways into his lover’s chest and breathes in the scent of him. He moans quietly when a hand slides along his skin until Dream’s fingers probe at his arse. Jerking closer, Hob’s breath hitches at the rough kiss that steals his breath away.

Time grows muddled–he can no longer keep track of the seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours, that pass as Dream carefully opens him up. As Dream pushes him to face the desk, shoves at his shoulders until Hob is bent over the wooden surface. The edge of the desk digs into his stomach, but Hob can only focus on the cold air that engulfs him when Dream pulls his trousers down further.

He groans aloud at the first thrust. Though Dream is gentle, there’s still the resistance he has to fight against. But then he’s settling into place, and Hob whispers a command, a plea, that he feels this tomorrow. He loves the bruises, the aches, the reminders that he belongs to the Lord of Dreams. He clings to the far edge of the desk as his lover immediately begins to move. Each thrust rocks Hob’s body. Then he feels it.

It can’t be his imagination–it isn’t that good, despite all the fantasies he’s thought of through the centuries. He is absolutely more full than he has ever been. There’s a slight edge to the burning, subtle but undoubtedly there, and he forces himself to relax even as Dream’s dick grows larger still. He knows he will feel this for more than just tomorrow.

A rough thrust banishes all thoughts from his mind, and he lets his head fall to the cold wood as Dream’s cock drags along his prostate, as the desk squeaks across the tile floor, as a hand holds him firmly with his chest to the desk-top. Hob grunts and groans, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. He squeezes his eyes closed at the knife-thin border between pain and pleasure. It’s almost too much, taking Dream like this, but damned if he’ll ask for reprieve.

He’s ached for this, really, this stolen moment. Why would he dare put a stop to it?

Tears pool in his eyes, slip into his hair and fall onto the desk, by the time Dream deigns to wrap a hand around his cock and stroke him in time with the thrusts. He waits, waits, waits, until Dream runs a soothing hand along his flank and murmurs a ‘Come for me, my love’.

It’s far too loud, the near-shout Hob lets out, but he can’t stifle the sound as his spend spills over Dream’s fist to drip to the floor. A low growl comes from behind him, and Hob sniffles, whines, when two hands cling to his hips and yank him back as Dream slams forward. Hob presses his cheek to the desk, willing the sweat-damp wood to cool his heated skin. It does no good, but it doesn’t matter: Dream comes with another rumble in his throat, and Hob gasps at the heat filling him.

“Insatiable,” Dream chides not unkindly at Hob’s whimper when he slips free.

Hob only grins stupidly against the wood.

[vespertin-y]

here’s the next part of ch4′s daily life, in which i was an absolute moron to think i could bang all this out in one post wtf this chapter is so long

-”you can trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. it’s the honest ones you wanna watch out for...cuz you can never predict when they’re gonna do something...incredibly stupid. it’s honestly easier to go through life without telling a single lie. which means honest people are just lazy jerks who’d rather coast through life. by the way, the recent trend of encouraging honesty is actually a lie. you see, it’s better for liars if there are more honest people in the world to deceive. they’ve been lying about that trend so there can be more stupid honest people...but that might be a lie, too. puhuhuhuhu.” normally i wouldn’t type out an entire monokuma theatre, but *COME ON*. do i even need to comment on this one.....danganronpa loves a good bit of false foreshadowing what can i say.

-[what the hell kind of ending was that? and that was way too long for an announcement.] THANK YOU!!!!!!!

-while we’re on the subject of shuichi saying things that are very satisfying to me: he asks gonta about his “tiny bugs” almost every time he sees him (including this particular morning) and is v concerned about them, repeatedly saying that he doesn’t think gonta’s making a mistake or seeing things. it’s always nice to see people take gonta seriously.

-”use your self-destruct system to save us. that’s how robots make themselves useful.” H I M I K O. “even though that is true, at least hesitate before you blurt out something like that!” KIIBO YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO AGREE!! at least threaten to sue her or something cmon D: [but you admit it’s true, huh...?] E TU, SHUICHI? pleasg tell me in the JP they said something closer to ‘that’s how robots make themselves useful in movies’ and everyone didn’t just become a complete dipshit all of a sudden......

-”anyway, that failure doesn’t bother me anymore.” right, which is why you’ve refused to use swords ever since, get visibly upset when just *seeing* a sword, and get even more upset when kaito and shuichi laugh about it. not bothered at all! no emotions here!!

-maki’s jaw literally *dropping* when kaito and shuichi apologize to her :(((

-FTE time! maki’s first up (and they don’t fuck up the gift this time!). we get the ICONIC line “i’ve turned a 5 story building into a 4 story one before.”, plus the reveal that she’s killed friends from school - but what kind of school *was* it, to have both a child assassin and the daughter of a yakuza kingpin in attendance...? inch resting.

-kokichi is next! “i bumped into kaito, and he ended up giving me a lecture. he told me to think of a way to escape...but the only idea i can think of is becoming the blackened myself. that’d entertain everyone.” (HANG OUT WITH KOKICHI Y/N) “nee-heehee, i’m lying! don’t give me such a scary face! here, you want some bubblegum? it’s my last one, but i’ll give it if you reeeally want it!” is offering people bubblegum when they’re pissed at you your defense mechanism or something!? anyway, the rest of the FTE is the rock-paper-scissors scene, which is...cute. it’s cute! it’s a good way of establishing that these events are just kokichi trying to get shuichi to spend as much time and attention on him as possible! there’s analysis to be had, obviously, but i feel like it’s already been done ten times over by smarter people than me. they’re the saiou FTEs, everyone and their mother knows what they’re about.

-it’s nighttime now, but instead of an announcement we get...a surprise visit from miu. oh boy. at least “me n the twins wanted to pay you a visit!” is one of the funnier jokes she’s told...?

-”don’t act all depressed just cuz you didn’t get to spend any alone time with me!” “...do i look “depressed” to you?” godDAMN shuichi ok

-the artstyle clearly makes it some kind of parody (of what i don’t know, sorry) but the fact that kokichi rounds everyone up to leave and abandon the virtual world plan and miu gets on her knees and begs to be able to kill him is so genuinely chilling.

-kokichi is also already noticeably crueler to miu - normally he does one or two over-the-top insults toward her per trial, which she even seems to.....enjoy......but here, he’s spitting venom almost nonstop and miu seems far more hurt than excited.

-”wh-what the-? am i...really that untrustworthy?” yes, miu. yes you are.

-”this body made my soul, and my soul made this body...which means my body and soul together make me who i am! separating them is outrageous!” another W take from himiko!!

-”him! he’s my daddy!” don’t be ridiculous, monotaro, he’s obviously your cousin. he comes from the hope mascot side of the family, which makes usami basically his mom. i’ve done the math!!

-”out of curiosity...what happens if you switch the cords?” “i dunno. i’ve never done that before...probably gets all glitchy or something! maybe you’ll become a vegetable, maybe you’ll body-swap with someone...who knows?” how i wish this chapter was a fun body-swap sidequest...how i wish......

[countlessrealities]

@petalsxfallen sent: “You’re good at fucking, Rick!” (rejuvenated verse)

Rick almost dropped the flask he had been about to bring to his lips at the sudden exclamation, caught off guard. The comment was a total non-sequitur to...whatever Petal and Morty had been talking about. To be honest, he had stopped listening five minutes into the conversation, allowing their voices to be his white background noise while he took a fast walk along the road that was supposed to take him to "get really fucking wasted".

"Wh...What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, sitting up straight from where he had sprawl out in his chair.

The statement in itself didn't bother him. He knew that he was good enough in bed to blow the mind of beings who were much more experienced than this version of Petal, so she was telling him nothing new. Not to mention that he had received much more detailed, more explicit praises.

The issues was that Morty was right there and the teen had been supposed to stay in the dark about the fact that he had been fucking the Gem behind his back. Goddammit. He could already picture the kind of lecture he was in for.

Morty, on his part, had moved from staring at Petal in confusion to openly glaring at his grandfather. His expression told everything he still hadn't said. He was incredulous, mad and thoroughly disappointed.

"R-Rick!" The teen exploded, throwing his hands in the air. "W-What...Are you...I-I can't fuckin' believe you! H-How could you do something like that?!"

And there he went.

"M-Morty, don't fuckin'..." Rick tried, but he was instantly cut off.

"N-No, Rick, you don't!" Morty snapped back, stalking over until he was standing in front of the scientist. Their height difference made the whole scene look a little comical, but in that moment he was clearly not in the mood to be amused. "Y-You took advantage of her! Y-You know that Petal doesn't...I-I mean, I don't know what your d-deal with her was, b-but it wasn't that!"

He stabbed his finger in the man's torso, right under the sternum, where he knew that it would hurt.

"I-I know that you don't give a shit, b-but this is too much! E-Even for you! W-What do...How do you think Petal will react w-when she gets her memories back and finds out?!"

Rick almost grimaced at that last question. He had been thinking about it and he knew that the Gem would most likely be real fucking pissed at him. Still, as annoying as dealing with that would have been, he wasn't worried that it would ruin their relationship. After all, he and regular Petal basically didn't have any sort of relationship. So why not to have fun while he could?

"Y-You know what, Morty? I-If you think that I'll just sit here, l-listening to some dumb kid w-who only thinks about videogames and jerking off, w-well, think again!" He barked back, pushing himself out of the office chair. "I-I'll deal with shit when the times come. R-Right now? I don't care. I-It's not like I forced myself on her or shit. S-She started it. An-And, memories or not, she's a fuckin' consenting adult, s-so there's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. Y-You have a problem with it? W-Well, deal with it. I-It's your problem not mine."

And with that, he whipped out his portal gun. Like hell he was staying and continuing that discussion. He heard Morty yelling something like "Y-You cowards!", but he simply flipped him off without even turning around as he stepped through the portal.

Morty let out a growl and stomped his feet on the ground, before turning on his heels and marching out of the garage, completely forgetting that Petal was there too. Rick might think that he had won and that he could do whatever he wanted, but he wouldn't have let him get away with it so easily. No matter what.

[starcited]

∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣    𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴    •     still accepting     ⋰       prompt   ⤸ ∣  ∣   @zettaflarc​   ⤹     ⚱ slides pesci here

❛     pesci ,   pesci ,   pesci,   pesci ...    what have i told you about this ⁇    you don’t ask for validation you take it .    if you want people to respect you ,    stop being a mammone pesci ‼    do you want my answer to satisfy your own worries ⁇     ❜     prosciutto wasn’t the type to so boldly proclaim anything other then his code ;    his strong conviction .    it would be a lie to say he didn’t care about his subordinate ,    for the two had become almost inseparable ,    and despite his harsh tone and violent showing ,   he wouldn’t want it any other way  -----------  he was the one who kept pesci by his side ,    not the other way around .    he had potential ,   more then anyone else in their squad .    one that would rival his own talent and skill ,   and maybe even surpass it .    he’d seen it in him .    it’s what drove this deep interest to develop him ,    and in turn ,   he’d grown ever so fond of his mammone .   pesci . 

❛    oi ,  oi .    have you been talking to melone or something ⁇    don’t listen to his crap .    you’ll only rot your mind .     ❜    oh ,   but he almost looks disappointed with that answer .    a moment passes before he slips away from the other ,   giving him a stern yet strangely determined look .     ❛     if you really want to know ,    then ask me again when it’s truly set in your heart .    show me conviction pesci ,    and carry out that deed without hesitation .    if you wish to know ,    give me a reason to answer .    hold your head high pesci !!    next time ,   i want you to look me in the eyes when you ask .     ❜