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TATSUKI FUJIMOTO YOU CAN'T END THE CHAPTER LIKE THIS!!!!

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05; mixed signals

project: love liason! - a scaramouche smau

additional notes:

ah yes my (least) favourite trope to watch/read in romance ✨MISSCOMMUNICATION✨(hella fun to write tho)

^^ tw; the latter will be present in many other chapters from now on

also omfg sorry for not uploading guys

𝜗𝜚 SYNOPSIS: you're head over heels in love with childe, and scaramouche is (begrudingly) smitten with his "rival" mona. and, by sheer divine coincidence, you both happen to be the best friends of each other's objects of affection, so you strike a deal with each other. if scaramouche helps you ask out childe, you'll set him up with mona. so with the annual spring formal right around the corner, the two of you vow to be each other's wingmans so you can end your junior year on a high note (and maybe even kick off your senior year with a new relationship!). between, scheming, planning, and researching, you and scaramouche find yourselves developing a new relationship via helping each other out. now the real question is whether this friendship will remain as a pure platonic bond, or blossom into something more?

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Disillusioned 20 . Overdue

a/n: OMFG AFTER 20 CHAPTERS I FINALLY FOUND WHAT FACE MASK I WAS ENVISIONING, apparently it's called a face veil. the one I specifically had in mind is a hanfu face veil

also  while writing this I had to reread the novel because I wanted to use the exact lines Alberu said, and holy sht does it get funnier every time I read it

tags: possessive/overprotective cale, fluff, attempt at comedy

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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“Let’s use this opportunity to reveal _____’s existence.”

“Pardon me but I literally just got here…”

_____ was taken aback by the crown prince inside Cale’s room. Not necessarily by his presence as Raon had already informed the healer through telepathy, hence the extra tea, but rather at his words.

“We’re already going to give the people a lot of surprises before the program starts why not maximise it?”

The healer listened to Cale as they poured everyone a cup of tea. In the corner of their eyes, they can see Raon offering them a piece of cookie.

“Yes, I also can’t hold off the nobles wishing to investigate Medicus-nim any longer. At every meeting, they insist on knowing the mysterious healer who’s always by our beloved commander’s side.”

All three adults know what the nobles really want is to pry the healer away from the commander’s side but no one said it out loud.

“So _____ is also very popular! Good for you kindest _____!”

_____ accepted the cookie the young dragon was offering before talking.

“I deeply apologize for the trouble I have caused. I know you’re already busy blocking off the churches because of Mary-nim.”

Sip

The healer took a small sip of tea before continuing.

“If everyone agrees that it’s time for me to make my presence known again then I shall abide.”

Raon held another cookie on _____’s lips despite the healer already holding one. Giving in to the child’s wishes, _____ took a bite of the cookie.

“Then it’s settled. I shall officially announce that you are alive and well. I shall also officially announce that you will be inheriting half of the Perduellio’s assets.”

The Medicus looked down for a moment to see the young dragon playing with their discarded face veil. Raon is trying to wear _____’s veil but can’t quite tie the strings at the back.

“Wouldn’t doing that get the crown some backlash? I am still a Perduellio even though I do not share their blood.”

“They won’t. No one will even dare have a passing thought that you’re involved in their crimes once they hear how they discarded you.”

Cale motioned over to Raon as he spoke. Once the dragon was in front of him, he tied the strings of the veil that reminded the redhead of the Chinese traditional dramas he used to watch back in high school.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Finally, things sunken in on _____. As they they did the healer felt a sense of nervousness. Unsure if they will be able to handle such responsibility.

Cale who noticed the healer’s hands tremble ever so slightly grabbed them. Holding hands seems to be the new norm for the two.

“I’m not sure if I’ll do a good job but I promise to do my best.”

“Since that’s settled, let’s go back to our previous topic. As I was saying, I need to borrow Choi Han and you.”

Alberu ignored the two showing affection despite not being romantically involved and instead focused on feeding Raon more sweets.

_____ took that as a sign to go back to their bedroom. The commander and healer duo reluctantly let go of each other’s hands and the crown prince kept pretending his blind.

Two days later, at the centre of Huiss, both nobles and normal citizens of the Roan Kingdom gathered to watch the award ceremony and celebration.

“I’m sure everybody is shocked at my sudden announcement of my instructor.”

It’s true, no one had expected Choi Han to come in together with the crown prince, much less be announced that the youngest swordmaster is his highness’ instructor.

“However!”

The healer took it as a sign to stand up.

“There is still one more surprise.”

_____ could feel and hear the nobles whispering amongst themselves. Scared of what’s to come.

“Everyone knows about this one particular healer, the one who’s always by Commander Cale’s side. Surely everyone is curious as to who could that be.”

At that moment Choi Han assisted _____ towards the platform where he and Alberu are. This made everyone even more intrigued as the swordmaster looked like a knight escorting a noble.

The healer muttered a thanks towards Choi Han before stepping to be beside Alberu.

“However, you all them better than you think you do. Young master _____ could you do the honours?”

Both the hall and the plaza are filled with murmurs and questions. Everyone is asking one another if they heard the crown prince correctly.

“How could this be real? Isn’t the Medicus dead for two years?”

“But they never presented a body…”

“Well, how could they retrieve a body that died in the Dessert of Death.”

To quell the masses' growing questions, _____ finally pulled down their hood and removed the face veil they were wearing.

Questions and doubts turned into exclamations of celebration.

“It’s Medicus-nim…”

“Our Medicus-nim is safe!”

“All this time Medicus-nim has been helping defend our kingdom!”

These are some of the comments that can be heard throughout the plaza.

Meanwhile, the nobles in the hall are just as shocked but are more composed about it. However, it’s still noisy as everyone is murmuring amongst themselves.

Alberu raised his hand indicating silence as he still had more to say.

“Young master _____, most of you may know them as Roan Kingdom’s Medicus. Two years ago we received the devastating news that they have died but that was not the case.”

Alberu steps forward for dramatic effect.

“Today the truth shall be revealed! What really happened was that young master _____ found out about Perduellio’s wrongdoings. However, before they could report to me directly what they found out their family threw them in the Dessert of Death. Luckily the Dark Elves found the young master in time.”

Gasp could be heard throughout.

For the citizens that wrongdoing was the announced fraud, tax evasion, and embezzlement done by the family. The nobles and those with a strong network of information, know it’s most likely pertaining to the human trafficking case that happened in the Gyerre Territory.

“It is essentially thanks to the young master that we found out about the Perduellio’s true nature. Even after what happened to them, they still looked after our kingdom.”

Half a lie of a story, but who would dare try to verify it? In addition to that, how would they verify it when the Perduellios are within Cale and Alberu’s clutches?

“As of today the title and territory of the Perduellio’s shall belong to young master _____. Along with this comes half of the assets they used to own.”

The nobles waited for more, scared of the power the Medicus was about to hold. Surely that can’t be it. Not only does the healer have great contributions during the war, but they have also essentially reported traitors within the kingdom.

At that moment, Alberu gave the spotlight to _____.

“When his highness the crown prince came and talked to me, he had offered to give me more rewards for my contributions during the war. However…”

Soft and gentle voice that everyone missed listening to can be heard. This made everyone silent so they could tune in better, especially the citizens. This is essentially the first time _____ is making a public statement.

“I refused it. I may have not known before what my adoptive family was doing, but I still unknowingly helped fund it. For that, I deeply apologize to the citizens of my beloved kingdom.”

_____ bowed deeply as an apology.

There’s no way for the healer to know, but at that moment protests could be heard in the plaza. People are saying things like “they should have accepted the rewards as they deserve it” and “there’s no way they could have known, Medicus-nim is also a victim”.

“As a further apology for the Perduellio’s misdemeanours, I promise everyone that I will further help the citizens of our kingdom by doubling the charity events I used to do in the past. I also promise to straighten out the Perduellio territory.”

‘And do my best to provide some land where the Dark Elves can live.’

_____’s voice was soft but stern. Everyone can see the determination in the healer’s eyes. 

Ever since _____ has heard from Cale about how Alberu is planning to give them Perduellio’s territory, the healer has set their mind on providing a land where the Dark Elves could live. The healer is aware that with how things are right now, Alberu can’t give them a separate land himself. So _____ took it upon themself to provide them with land to help normalize their existence and help the crown prince award them their land faster.

After _____’s proclamation, Alberu took over again and the healer went back to where they were seated before. As they did they put their hood and veil back up. There honestly wasn’t a need to do so.

However…

“Cale, I am truly, very proud of you.”

There it is.

“I am very happy to have such a precious younger brother like you”

It took every fibre of _____’s being to not laugh. 

The reason why the healer pulled their hood and veil back up is so that no one would be able to see them laugh. While watching the theatrics Alberu is doing _____ remembered the private conversation they had the night before where they talked about how dramatic Alberu should be for this moment.

‘This is more fun than I thought.’

It was after dinner, the entire Henituse family might eat their dinners separately but that doesn’t stop Cale, _____, and the kids from eating together. Eating almost every meal together had been their norm for a year, being in the Henituse castle is not going to change that.

The healer opened the door to their room that was placed just beside Cale. As they did the first thing they see is a quarter Dark Elf reading the novel they had just finished reading.

“A man who got transported inside a novel as the empire’s hostage second male lead then promised to live a simple life so they won’t die for the male lead but ended up making both the male and female lead attached to him? This is interesting I might have to borrow this book from you so I can continue reading it later”

“I didn’t know the crown prince of our kingdom is also a professional in breaking and entering. You truly are a man of many talents.”

Alberu is leisurely sitting on one of _____’s couches while eating a cookie he bought himself. The healer closed the door and sat down in front of him.

“What brings your highness here?”

The crown prince already visited the other night, there’s essentially no reason for him to visit again. It also can’t be an emergency because if it was then he would be in Cale’s room.

“I’m here to talk about your rewards for your contribution during the war.”

_____ refused immediately.

“Your highness, I’m sorry but I must reject.”

The two started talking about the possible backlash if _____ receives too much. The healer also let Alberu know of their plan about letting the Dark Elves in their territory once they become a count.

None of them knew how but the topic gradually shifted to something more lighthearted.

“So you know how my dear dongsaeng has been giving me headaches right?”

The healer nodded.

“I want to pay him back for his efforts somehow.”

Without missing a beat _____ spoke up.

“Make the sworn brothers reveal dramatic your highness. Make it look like you are brothers that have been reunited after being apart for hundreds of years.”

“You really get me Medicus-nim! That’s exactly what I was planning to do.”

Alberu starts talking about the script he had in mind. As _____ hears more about it the more they could envision Cale having a sour look on his face.

The two conspired together to make a script that would make play directors run for their money with how dramatic and grand it is.

“Your highness after grabbing his hand I suggest looking moved while saying “There’s probably nobody in the world who is upright and has no greed like my younger brother” it’ll probably give your dongsaeng nightmares for at least a week.”

And so that’s where they are right now.

_____ had to cover their mouth with their hand. To others, it'll look like the healer was just deeply moved. But the sworn brother knows that the healer is fighting for their life to not laugh out loud.

“I am happy as well. Hyung-nim.”

The one-sided play put on by Alberu ended when Cale finally called the crown prince ‘hyung’ out loud. After that fiasco, the award ceremony finally started.

Mary and the Dark Elves just didn’t mention how pink _____’s face was from holding back laughter.

After the ceremony, the healer changed their outfit into something more fitting for a noble before going over to where Cale is.

“Hahahaha! Cale you should’ve seen your face. It was so funny.”

“You definitely planned that with the crown prince didn’t you?”

Cale is glad that _____ is more expressive and is more joyful now. He just doesn’t appreciate how the healer is currently laughing at him.

“Of course I did. I don’t think I would be able to hold it in if I didn’t know what’s going to happen in advance.”

“Just keep laughing. Let’s see who’ll get the last laugh once you choke on your dessert.”

“Hahahaha!”

No one can hear the conversation the two nobles are having. So in their eyes, it just looks like two good friends having a chat as they didn’t notice the slightly sour look on Cale’s face. 

Some might even speculate that something is going on between the two.

How could they not when there’s a blatant fondness in the young man’s eyes?

It honestly looks like his blasting his feelings for everyone to see.

The Henituse family calling over _____ to talk to them does not help the future rumours.

“It’s good that your territory is just right beside us. Remember to call us for anything you need help with.”

“If anyone mistreats you or questions your power tell us or Cale immediately.”

It also doesn’t help that Deruth and Violan are acting as if _____ is their child. The whole thing honestly screams ‘Not only am I being protected by this new dukedom, but I am also very much loved by them.’

That was why some nobles had the great idea of trying to approach the newly named Count while they were eyeing the sweets selection. Since they couldn’t approach Cale they switched their targets to _____.

Not only are they acquainted with the Henituse Duchy, but they are also reputable themself. Their power is unstable opening an opportunity for other nobles to help them, and they have a gentle personality. There’s a lot to gain by forming a relationship with someone like that.

So two nobles set their eyes on _____.

However, before they can even try to speak an overwhelming presence makes itself known. The aura of this person is so strong that it feels suffocating.

“I told you to come to me after talking to my parents.”

“But I saw this cake that looks good. I wanted to get it for us and Raon to taste.”

“Where is it? If it’s good let's ask Beacrox to make it.”

The two nobles tried approaching again once they saw the friendly atmosphere between the two. However, they stopped in their tracks once they saw the commander look at them directly in the eye. 

‘Wasn’t he just smiling at the healer a second ago??’

Cale who made his Dominating Aura slightly stronger looked back at _____ who was none the wiser.

“Let’s go Raon is waiting for us on the terrace.”

“Ah right! I have to let him taste this, let’s go.”

With that, the two nobles lost their chance to even glance at _____.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to join you this time too.”

Once again the commander and healer duo are talking. Unlike their conversation earlier, this one is more serious. More private.

“Don’t worry about it, there's more than enough of us to finish the task.”

As usual, their hands naturally found their way towards each other. Cale squeezed _____’s hand to further show that it really is okay.

In that moment it was just the two of them in their own bubble. Nothing else mattered; not Raon stashing away desserts, not the nobles partying back there, not even White Star watching from the live feed in the plaza.

Just the two of them in their own world. Reassuring each other that everything will be alright.

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STRINGS OF FATE, chapter one

You were going back to your room after spending so little time at the lake, usually you would stay there for at least half a day, or until curfew, or until they catch you there, but honestly, hearing all those cheeky songs and dances just ruined the mood for you.

You look at yourself through the glass door of the dorm, you’re drenched in water, and last time you got in like this you got detention for a whole day so maybe its not a good idea to enter just yet. Well, its not like anyone will see you if you’re quick about it.

So you get inside, making sure that no one else saw you, the drops of water getting on the floor, you just hope no one falls because of them. You call the elevator, smiling happily, your mission is complete! That is until you feel a cold presence behind you at least.

“you’re dripping everywhere.” you gasp, not expecting such an icy tone. You turn around, finding one of those villain kids behind you. You tilt your head to the side, trying to remeber where you saw him, he’s got big dark eyes, he’s so tall and his shoulders so broad that he is basically towering over you.

Oh. Of course you remember him, its Jungwon. That weirdo, son of the Fates. You gulp before turning around again, he kind of freaks you out to be honest, so its better to not really look at him. “I am aware, yes.” You say and silence falls between you two.

You wonder why is he here, this is not his dorm, nor are any of his VKs friends here. Still, you get on the elevator and he follow behind, the water still dripping on the floor. This is so awkward, you’re not used to this. “Did you.. uh, did you get lost?” you ask once the elevator comes to the floor of my room, i hear him grunt. “Unfortunately, no.”

He says, opening the door right in front of yours and getting in, slamming it right after. He’s really nice, uh.

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STOPP ilysm 😭🤍

— guard dog

kinktober 01 → dom/sub dynamics

sub!logan x dom mutant fem!reader

synopsis

Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is  protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him.

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tags/warnings below the cut

tags/warnings: explicit (18+ mdni), dom/sub, light pain kink, light praise kink, porn with feelings, hurt/comfort, logan calls reader ma'am, reader wears a dress, pet names (incl. baby, pretty boy, kitty cat), degradation, oral sex (f. recieving), mutual mast., unprotected p i v, fingering, come eating, logan is compared to a guard dog (non-sexually), one (1) mention of collar play, no use of y/n. i'm sure i've forgotten something, please let me know if i have!

a/n: i have no excuse for this omfg. i'm a slut, ok!! and i am allergic to writing smut without including major feels what's up with that

thank you to the lovely @eupheme for looking over this before i posted!

You love seeing Logan like this. On his knees, eyes glazed over, beard drenched in your slick. Fingers tangled in his hair, hard grip pulling his head away from your cunt. You are bare beneath your dress, hiked up to your stomach, but Logan is completely naked. Looking down at him from where you sit on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide. In complete control as he whines at the loss of his mouth on you, completely drunk on your taste. Candlelight and the Autumn twilight illuminating the planes of his face like liquid gold. Your core throbs where his tongue was just a moment ago. 

You hush him, your free hand cupping his jaw. “You miss my pussy, baby?” Your brows knit together in mock pity at the desperate sound he makes in affirmation. He grinds feebly at the side of your mattress, neglected cock aching for something, anything. Maybe it says something bad about you, that you get off on seeing him so pathetic. But you know he craves this too. 

He was embarrassed about it, at first. Being submissive. Getting hard when you called him your sweet baby, your pretty boy, voice dripping with condescension. But you could tell that he needed to unwind the second he woke up after you dragged him into the X-mansion with Jean and Scott. You could feel it, the emotions pouring from him. 

Your mutation is a difficult thing to control. To turn off. Sometimes, you feel like a creep. A trespasser. Knowing the deepest emotions of a stranger, ones they may not even recognize themselves. You think Jean and Charles are lucky, with powers rooted in thought. They can tease out feelings too, but their power is fundamentally different from yours. Thought is intention. Emotions are energy. 

“You can’t force your retinas to stop sensing photons just because the light bulb does not know you can see it. Even if you close your eyes, my dear, you will still be able to see its light, however dimmed.” Charles’ words from your first day at the mansion help to curb the guilt; when you feel like an intruder. 

You certainly felt like an intruder months ago, when Logan woke up in the lab, lit aflame like a wildfire. Fear and rage, as he shot up from the table. Confusion, as he pulled the IV from his arm. Idiot. You tried to ground yourself in something tangible, anything, to keep yourself from feeling him. So much him. The buzz of the fluorescent bulbs. The vent blowing cool air against your skin. The weight of contact where your feet met the floor.

You taught mindfulness and meditation to the students and your teammates. Helped them to guard their emotions from people like you. For you, meditation was like closing your eyes. You could still sense those around you, it was just easier to tune out. Like hearing music through cotton in your ears. When others meditated, it was like switching off the light bulb. Leading students through exercises in your class was your favorite time of the day. Sweet silence enveloping you like an embrace from an old friend. 

Later on that first day, when you introduced yourself to Logan properly, he grumbled, “Stay out of my head, bub.” His frustration butted against you like a battering ram. And you stood against it, the feeling piercing your heart just a little. Powers standing tall as a wall of stone as you told him that it wasn’t that simple. You wished they could have just crumbled. You couldn’t help but feel guilt eat away at you like it always did. You wouldn’t blame him if he hated you. 

Over his first few weeks in the mansion, you taught him basic mindfulness in one-on-one sessions. He had trouble taking it seriously; thought it was silly. A bit out, “No way this’ll work, bub,” as you led him through meditation in the training room, sat cross-legged on the mat across from him. You told him to close his eyes, to focus on the feeling of his breaths. “Now you’re just makin’ fun’a me,” as you told him not to fight his emotions. After twenty minutes, you could still feel the anxiety gnawing at him. Just as bad as at the start of the session. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze met yours— bright hazel making your breath hitch. His fear and anger and self-loathing were banked for a moment, and you felt something else. Understanding. Desire. You weren’t sure if it was his, or yours. Maybe both. He ended up in your bed that night. 

Your first few times were pretty vanilla. Him on top, pounding into you, sweat from his brow falling against your cheek. After a month of him fucking you into the mattress at least three times a week, he was still tense as he took you. On edge, knowing he was unguarded from your mutation. It wasn’t that the sex was bad. It was some of the best sex you’d ever had. But you could feel it, whether you wanted to or not. His anxiety. Curled up like a viper behind a bush, hiding just beneath his pleasure. Never fully letting go. 

He didn’t even hold it against you, anymore. Your mutation. Knew how it felt to be hated for something you couldn’t control. Maybe that’s what had drawn him to you in the first place.

But when your nails scraped down the side of his bicep, barely even hard enough to leave a mark, you felt the rumble of his moan, deep in your chest. Couldn’t feel that viper anymore, lurking just below the surface. Like it was carried away in the beak of a hawk as you marked him. He begged. 

“More.” 

You shuddered. In control, after that. Flipping your position so he was on his back, body pliant beneath yours as you rode him. Your breath was hot against his ear when you leaned down, bare tits tender where they pressed against his chest, to whisper. “Gonna let me take care of you, baby? Gonna let go?” 

Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. From the outside, he seemed like the dominating personality in your relationship— undefined as it was. How his hand would reach in front of you protectively during missions, how he would bristle with a clenched fist if anybody talked a little too much shit during an exercise in the Danger Room. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. 

That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him. 

And much as you tried to teach him to meditate over months since he arrived, empty his mind more conventionally, it never quite worked for him. But when he’s beneath you, eyes glazed over as you bounce up and down on his cock, and you can’t sense a single thing from his pretty little head? You know you’ve done your job well. Given him what he needs. 

“Such a good boy, making me feel so nice,” you croon, in the moment again. He sat on the floor between your legs, eyes desperate and wanting when you thrust your hips up in the air just a little bit. Teasing him with the movement, more than yourself. Your hand is still tangled in his hair as he tries to lean forward to bury his face in your cunt again. 

“Stay,” your voice is hard, careful that you don’t betray the fluttering in your belly at how badly he needs you. “I thought you were a good boy, but good boys follow orders.” You pout, mocking him. 

“’M sorry, baby, just wanna make you feel good,” he pants, eyes 

glistening in the dim light of the waning sun. Golden leaves rustling just outside the window. “Wanna make you come.” 

You smile, maybe a little meanly, your free hand squeezing his cheeks together. The other uses its grip in his hair to pull his head back farther, exposing the sweet column of his neck to your greedy eyes. He looks so pretty like this. If he hadn’t been so naughty, you would’ve told him as much. Instead, harsher words leave your lips. 

“Already so pussy drunk you forgot your rules, kitty cat?” You let your hand loosen its grip on his hair, the other still pressing into either cheek, forcing his gaze to yours. “You will make me come when I let you, hm? Can you handle that, darling, or do we need to stop?” The pet name is saccharine sweet on your tongue, mock sympathy dripping from your voice. 

“No ma’am,” he croaks out— words muffled by your grip on his face. You finally let go, comforter plush against your skin as you lean back on your elbows. Nothing but the weight of your gaze keeps him frozen in place beneath you. You wait for him to continue, expectantly. 

“Don’t need’ta stop,” he pants. “Just need you.” 

You love how the words fall from his lips. How he lets them. Tracing his jaw tenderly, the soft touch so at odds with the mean glint in your eye. So at odds with the swell of your heart, knowing he can let go with you. 

“I know you do, baby.” Your thumb strokes his bottom lip, “Now ask nicely.” 

“Please.” The way he begs has your core throbbing, the heat of your desire spreading down each limb like a flame. You almost give in. Almost. 

But you can’t have him getting spoiled. 

He knows he’s fucked when one side of your mouth lifts in a cruel smirk. You lean down so your lips brush against his ear. “I’ll let you lick my pussy clean after you fill it. If you’re good.” 

He whines; the sound a desperate thing. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” you guide as you tease your fingers at your entrance. Soaked, from your slick and from Logan’s mouth. Your first finger slides in easily, as Logan’s hand grips at his cock. He sighs at the stimulation, the relief, though you know he’d rather his face be buried between your legs. His tip is flushed, weeping. He ruts into his fist as your finger begins to move within you. Already so slick that you make room for a second. 

Sparks light up inside your belly, already sensitive from Logan’s work, but your touch is nothing compared to his. Your fingers are smaller, not reaching nearly as deep as his would, when you curl them. But you savor the control— as you fuck yourself on the bed and Logan touches himself on the floor. Almost feral for you. 

Locks of hair pulled from their little tufts where you mussed them, falling in front of his eyes. A bead of sweat glistens on his brow, before sliding down his cheek. His lips part; the sounds of his desire falling from them. Sweeter than any melody. 

And your mutation? Couldn’t sense a damn thing. So blissed out that his mind went blank. Letting each sensation roll over his body like a wave against the sandy shore. 

That’s the toughest part about this. Seeing him like this and maintaining your resolve, composure, control. To tease him instead of fucking him like an animal. And you will— fuck him like an animal. He just has to work for it first. 

You spread your legs a little wider, pumping your fingers in and out. Using your thumb to circle your clit. Teasing Logan with what you wouldn’t let him taste. Yet. You draw out his little torture, watching you get yourself off, so close that your heady desire is all he can smell. Climbing closer and closer to the peak of your pleasure, eyes hooded as they meet Logan’s, letting the sounds of his panting fill the air until you finally come undone. Feeling terribly vulgar as your walls pulse around your fingers. Growing even slicker, then. 

“Stop now, little prince.” 

Logan stops moving like he is bound to your will. You smile. He doesn’t even talk back when you call him little. Four hundred pounds of muscle and adamantium wrapped around your finger. You bring your hand, wet with your arousal, to meet his lips. 

“Open up.”

Logan lets his jaw slacken, his tongue jutting just above his lower lip to taste what you give him. You hum, as your fingers slide into his mouth and he hollows out his cheeks to suck. Your other hand moves to play with his hair, gentler now than it was before. 

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” 

You think that the noise Logan makes is in affirmation. Your fingers remain between his closed lips. 

“Gonna make you come now, baby.” 

Logan bites back a moan, glossy eyes wild with need. 

Fingers slip loose with a slick pop as you guide him up to the bed. You finally let your dress pool on the floor around your feet. Logan sits back against the headboard, flushed cock at attention. You climb atop him, hard muscles so at odds with his lolling head and hooded eyes. Feeling his length press against your belly as you admire the view. Such a pretty thing, sprawled out on your bed, waiting for you with a leaking cock. 

“So needy. Need me to fuck you good, baby?” You ghost a touch across his sweat-slick forehead. “Need me to fuck all the thoughts out of this pretty little head?” 

He nods. But no words escape his lips. You angle your head to the side, patient. 

His voice is rough with desire as he croaks, “Yes, ma’am. Please.”

You feign confusion.  “Please what, sweetheart?” 

Swallowing his pride. “Fuck me, baby. Please” 

You line up above him, palms resting on his toned chest, thick length prodding at your entrance. 

“Mmm, only because you asked so nicely.” 

You sink down on him in a quick, brutal thrust that steals your breath— his cock brushing that perfect spot your fingers couldn’t quite reach. Your mouth finds his neck, where your teeth nip and lips soothe. Inhaling his scent— cigar smoke and whiskey mingle with the musk of his sweat. Undertones of cedar from his shampoo as vanilla wafts from your candles. Your hips remain still, his tip nearly brushing your cervix, savoring the slick, sweet stretch. Logan lets out something between a growl and a whimper when you clench your walls around him, teasing. 

His desperation finally spurs you on, lighting a sweet fire in your core. Angling your hips up before sinking down again. And again. Slow, at first. You let yourself enjoy his thick length dragging along your walls, stimulating that spongy spot that makes you see stars. 

“Y’fill me up so good, baby.” 

Logan’s muscles tense beneath you, eyes squeezed shut as he fights the urge to move his hips. Aching to meet you as you slowly pump, to rut up into you hard and fast. You click your tongue in admonishment as his eyebrows knit together. 

“Eyes on me, sweet thing.” 

His lips move, searching for his words, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. His hazel gaze meets your own, brow heavy with the effort you know it takes to follow your rules. Your mutation still can’t sense anything from him. The strain purely physical, as his mind floats through the bliss of your command. Your chest grows heavy with the trust that Logan has given to you so freely. 

“So good for me, Logan. So good,” you purr. 

Finally, you pick up the pace. Raising up before gravity brings you back down, hard. Logan sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, eyes rolling back in his head. Quickly darting them back to your face. Tender flesh gripping him to the hilt, before lifting yourself again. A few thrusts like that, as the impact of your ass on his hips fills the room. If it hurts at all, you know he’ll savor it. 

You think fucking like this might break another man’s hips. There are benefits to having a lover made of adamantium. You can play hard, and never break him. He always has his safe word, if it becomes too much. 

Changing your pace again, more for your benefit than for Logan’s. One hand tangles in his hair, pulling. Your arm rests by his head, face hovering just above his. Each of his pants ghost across your lips. Thrusting quicker now, as you rock your hips up and down. Gaze locked on his. The sound of the leaves rustling against the window is drowned out by the bed frame squeaking. 

His velvety length dragging against your sensitive walls brings you closer to the edge of your release— his tip brushes right where you need it with each thrust as he splits you open. The burning tension coils tight, tight, tight in your belly; until you can’t stand it anymore. 

“Lo, fuck, t— touch me,” the command comes out breathier than you intended. But Logan obeys just the same. His hand moves between your bodies, fingers circling your swollen clit as expertly as your own. 

Molten heat races through your body as you tumble over the edge. Waves of warm pleasure sweep you away, Logan’s palm resting against your tummy. You can feel your walls flutter around his cock, rolling your hips as you come down from your high, lips ghosting against his ear. 

“Come for me, Logan.” 

He moves up to meet your thrusts, then. The pressure verges on overstimulation as his cock plunges deep inside. But you savor it, savor giving him exactly what he needs. 

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” 

Your grip on his hair weakens to a caress as he spills inside you. You still your hips, letting Logan fuck you through his climax. Once he stops moving, your bodies go limp, enjoying this moment of closeness. The way his skin sticks to yours, damp with sweat. The sound of his heartbeat. The rise and fall of his chest. He lets out a contented sigh, and you finally roll off of him. You enjoy the softness of the mattress against your back for a moment. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you finally spread your legs— making room for Logan to settle between them. 

“C’mere, baby. You know I’m not done with you yet.” 

Logan grins, wasting no time as he positions himself between your thighs. There is a mischievous little glint in his eye, face hovering above your cunt. 

“Finally somethin’ to eat. Had me starvin’ down there, baby.”

Bratty little shit. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you then, rolling your eyes. 

“You talking back to me, bub?” You grab him by the chin, digging in your fingernails hard enough to leave little red crescents in his skin. But there’s a smile on your face and mirth in your voice. 

“No ma’am.” His chin angles down, looking up at you with hooded eyes. His smirk is devilish as he bats his eyelashes. Fucking bats his eyelashes. You don’t think anybody would believe that the Wolverine packs a mean doe-eye. 

Shaking your head in disbelief, the ghost of a smile on your lips, your hold keeps his greedy mouth just beyond his treasure. 

“You wanna rethink your tone, kitty cat?” Head angled, as you watch him through what you hope are stern eyes. You try to add a hard edge to your voice, but he’s so damn cute. 

It seems to work. His smirk melts away, and only hunger remains, desperate and glossy-eyed. “Yes ma’am. ‘M sorry.” 

Victory is sweet on your tongue, at his concession. The heady weight of control in your palms. Electricity snakes down your spine, each pant of his breath teasing you between your thighs. 

“That’s it, baby. I forgive you.” You pout at him, mocking. Maybe you’re a sore winner. You can’t help it when he’s so needy for a taste of himself on your pussy. “Now be a good boy and clean up your mess.” 

As soon as you loosen your grip on his chin, he buries himself between your legs. Stroking the flat of his tongue from your weepy slit to your swollen nub. Licking and sucking at your puffy folds, swallowing the mix of your slick and his milky spend like it’s the only meal he’s had in weeks. The squelch of him lapping at you and you moaning his name are all that fill your ears. You toy with the hair at the base of his neck, the roughness of his beard against your thighs making you shiver. 

“F-fuck— Lo, baby,” a lewd whimper escapes you, breath stuttering. “You wanna make me come?” 

He somehow buries himself even deeper between your legs, then. Nose pressing against your clit just right, as he devours you. Fucking you with his tongue, before moving up to lick quick circles around the bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, Logan— fuck!” 

Words are lost to you, for a moment. Taken by the pleasure swelling in your belly as he slides a finger inside. Pressure builds in your abdomen when it curls against that sweet spot. You grind against him, eyes closed and mouth agape. 

“Know you can do it, baby,” you pant, spurring him on. Logan adds a second digit, bending to hit the spongy flesh. “So good for me, so—” you are interrupted again, choking out a sob as your core tightens with your impending release. 

Logan brings his lips to your slit, fingers still moving inside. His mouth falls open, ready to drink down your essence when the dam within you finally bursts. The pressure behind your navel gives way to warm wetness between your legs. You fall apart on Logan’s thick fingers, throbbing while he swallows the mix of your come and his. 

His fingers slide out of you, suddenly empty, and the milky ring around them could be his spend or yours. Hopefully both. Bringing them to his mouth, before he licks them clean. He goes limp when you finally relax onto the bed, his head resting against your tummy. His legs must be hanging off the bed comically, but you can’t bring yourself to lift your head and check. You choose to ignore the wet spot beneath your ass. The remnants of your climax and Logan’s inevitable drooling as he ate you out. Something to worry about later. 

For now, your fingers find their way to Logan’s scalp once again, touch featherlight and tender. You can’t help it when he sighs like that beneath your touch. If you had it your way, your hand would never leave its place here. Holding him to you, gently claiming him as yours. 

Your mutation is quiet, still, in the afterglow. At peace. And so is Logan. Head still floating in the clouds, blissed out and dazed. Somewhere nobody can reach except the two of you. As much as he needs this, the way you give him respite even sleep never offers, you need it too. The silence, after. As you lay with him, in tenderness. 

You’re struck with a sudden truth. Not sure how you’d overlooked it, all this time. A low whisper, as the sun finally rests beneath the horizon. Flickering candlelight and the faint fluorescent glow creeping beneath the bedroom door. The aged wood all that separates your little world from the rest of the mansion. If you weren’t so focused on that strange heaviness in your chest, you would have the presence of mind to hope nobody heard the two of you. 

“I love you, Lo.” 

Breath held in your lungs, as you wait. Just a beat, before he answers. 

“Love you too.” His palm rests on your waist, rubbing tender circles. His face nuzzles a little closer into your belly. “My baby. My girl.” 

The stinging behind your eyes catches you off guard. But, so do his words. You feel the truth in them. You never thought you’d have this with someone. Never thought anybody would trust you. An interloper. An unwelcome visitor, eavesdropping on the devotion of strangers, destined to feel their love for each other. But never for you. It was never going to be for you. 

But you feel it, now. Yours. Unsure why it hadn’t cross your mind before. 

Like a wolf, when you met. Wild, feral. Lashing out to bite any hand that got too close. Tamed, with your compassion. Firm as it was. You always thought he was like a guard dog. Faithful. Trusting. Once you’d earned it. Of course he would love you like one. 

You felt heat creep up your ears, at the thought of getting him a collar, stifling a laugh in the crook of your elbow. 

His hum vibrates against your torso. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, baby. Think I just need some psychological help.” The words are muffled against your arm. 

Logan is still packing plenty of sass, even in his fucked out state.

“That’a surprise?” He looks up at you, a single eyebrow arched. You can’t help but laugh. Smiling, as you rebuke. 

“Asshole.”

a/n: aaah thank you for reading!! i'm nervous about this one, if you liked it please let me know!! 🫣

dividers by saradika-graphics

[hanasnx]

okay okay here is some more ani+ hands content as promised

so i can't get the idea of anakin being smug about it out of my head. bc like, it’s such a fucking ego boost for this man that you’re falling apart for his literal hands 

_____

like it starts off all innocent, with you having little doodles of anakin and some of your other friends in your little sketchbook that you never let go of

until you eventually start drawing anakin more and more… bc he’s just so pretty and drawable yk. like he’s got the curls and the scar and just how intense his eyes can be so you can’t help but draw him. until one day you watch him going on about the different parts of his lightsaber and how he’s planning to tweak it and yada yada but you’re just watching his hands bc lord almighty

you tell yourself it's an innocent, purely artistic fascination but that is NOT the case when you’re touching yourself at night thinking about ‘em so later on as you get closer (as friends or as enemies, you decide), he finds your notebook one day bc it fell out of your stuff or something and there are just these beautiful sketches of… his hands?

and at first, he’s confused? bc that couldn’t possibly be the case but his curiosity takes over, he leafs through to see different images of himself - his eyes, his side profile, him that one time he showed up with a bedhead - but most importantly his hands. He recognizes them as his own because of the level of detail and the thin rope bracelet on his left. so he becomes a man on a mission to test this theory ofc. handing you your things, letting the sleeves of his robes slide back more than necessary. taking every opportunity to put his arm around the small of your back as he needs to move past. working on his lightsaber or R2 whenever you’re around, noticing how one of the most intelligent, witty people he knows becomes simply mesmerized just watching him tinker with stuff

and now that he’s confirmed his theory? you bet your ass he is gonna use it night and day. i’m thinking of him goofing around with some of the men from his troops until he’s shoving one of them up against the wall with something like “is that how you’re gonna talk to a general?” and then he lets him go and they’re all laughing about it as they go their separate ways but when he walks past you, you hear him whisper like “you wished that was you, don’t you?” and your brain fucking short circuits. him when one day he’s trying to focus on something and all you can hear is you rambling about something or the other under he gets up puts his hand over your mouth and he feels you go pliant under him just looking at him with these bedroom eyes bc omfg you can feel how the pads of his fingers are roughly pressing into the flesh of your cheek “Just let me finish this thing without talkin’ my ear off, and maybe i’ll fuck you stupid properly, hm?” he says casually, as if he isn’t wearing the world’s smuggest look on his face. and you bet your ass this man will deliver “wanted my hands on you, is that it?” “look at you, drooling over my hands like some cheap lower-level slut” “Want my fingers in your mouth? Or around your throat until they leave pretty little bruises, hm? bcs I can make that happen” “gonna make you hump my fuckin arm until you make a fuckin mess like i know you will”

“greedy little pussy is taking my fingers like you were made for it, goddamn”

him making you watch while licks his fingers off after having his fingers in your pussy

okay i'm done for now

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☥ “it’s such a fucking ego boost for this man that you’re falling apart for his literal hands”

100%

☥ “just how intense his eyes can be so you can’t help but draw him”

i love describing anakin’s eyes as intense. they’re just so present, so demanding, his gaze so severe and unforgiving. yes. intense. i love it.

☥ “he recognizes them as his own because of the level of detail and the thin rope bracelet on his left.”

the fucking rope bracelet detail. omfg. it’s so simple, so him

☥ “taking every opportunity to put his arm around the small of your back as he needs to move past.”

as i said in my last post,.,.,,.,, yes. hand at the small of your back supremacy

☥ “him when one day he’s trying to focus on something and all you can hear is you rambling about something or the other under he gets up puts his hand over your mouth and he feels you go pliant under him just looking at him with these bedroom eyes bc omfg you can feel how the pads of his fingers are roughly pressing into the flesh of your cheek”

stoppppp stop stop. shutting you up manually with just a big hand over your mouth im fucking drooooling. i’d be lookin up at him with crazy fuck me eyes fr you’re so real for saying this suffu

☥ “‘look at you, drooling over my hands like some cheap lower-level slut’; ‘want my fingers in your mouth? or around your throat until they leave pretty little bruises, hm?’; & ‘gonna make you hump my fuckin arm until you make a fuckin mess like i know you will’”

cheap lower-level slut😳💕🥴🫦😵‍💫 i think about this a lot. just,,,,, the coruscant detail, adding “cheap” makes me go so crazy. omfg. i love degradation; imagine those finger pad shaped bruises littering your neck im feral; & arm kink🚨arm kink🚨 im freeaaakaksigjngng i wanna fuck his arm so fucking bad this made me soooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫 insane. using the word “hump” god. chefs kiss.

☥ “‘greedy little pussy is taking my fingers like you were made for it,’”

this. this. this. this. insinuating you were created for the sole purpose of sex, for being obedient, for being his hole. oh god yes. i cant even fucking breathe i gotta sit down im so dizzy imagining his thick fingers stuffed inside a drippy pussy i’m sooooo😭😭

☥ “him making you watch while licks his fingers off after having his fingers in your pussy”

STOPPPPP STOP FUCKING STOPP i cant take it anymore i feel like i gotta break shit rn

the big show he’d make of it,.,.,. side eyeing you while he fucking licks his fingers clean. until his eyes are full on boring into yours as he’s sucking the remnants of your finish off his skin and you’re wishing you were the one to do it.

licking your cum/squirt off his fingers together, making out with his digits and melding your tongues through and around them… like the disgusting, impatient, greedy perverts you are.

[queenpiranhadon]

@tootiecakes234 TY FOR THE TAG AUGH ILYYY

No this isn't a ranking leave me alone

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ - ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ

yes ik he's literally my obsession rn leave me alone

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ - ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ

always my baby boy I love him so much RAHH

ᴀɴʏᴀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇʀ - ꜱᴘʏ x ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

she's so goofy such an icon lmao her cosplays are always the best

ꜱᴀɴᴇᴍɪ ꜱʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ - ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ

there is absolutely nothing I can say about this child other than the fact he deserved so much better omfg

ᴘᴇʀɪᴅᴏᴛ - ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Peridot's character development is amazing and she's so relatable AH

ᴀʟʜᴀɪᴛʜᴀᴍ - ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ

DADDY?? I MEAN DADDY??

ʟᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇɢᴏᴏᴅ - ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

It is my firm belief that her last name is Lovegood because she loves good (amazingly actually) she's the sweetest thing in the world and I love her

ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ - ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴄɪɴᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Literally the biggest drama queen in the world omg. His TVA outfit was actually so fine tho season 2 had me giggling and kicking my feet while crying and kicking the TV

ᴛᴏᴘʜ ʙᴇɪꜰᴏɴɢ - ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɪʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

She can actually do no wrong like she could earthbend the planet into a tiny nugget and I'd be there cheering her on because I love her so much. Her eyes are the prettiest things in the world omfg especially in the comics

ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ - ʟᴇɢᴏ ɴɪɴᴊᴀɢᴏ

He'd actually be the best big brother in the world is that just me?? Best person to waste hours upon hours playing video games with him and he'd totally pay for my food bc I'm a bigback 🫶🏾

ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ: For those who don't know how the game works bc I made a new post like prev did, you need to list ten of your faves from ten different fandoms :)

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: @seonne @cashmoneyyysstuff @kovu-bunnbunn @iam1withthepeggy @rainbow-flavoured-skittles

@rxsewqter @your-local-multi-geek @rey-diem @slayfics @peachsukii

and ofc @ anyone who wants to join!!

[btsgotjams27]

All Grown Up ~ JJK | Epilogue

✨ title: all grown up | series ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ author’s notes: I won’t be updating this series on Tumblr. Please continue this series on AO3 or Wattpad. Links below. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author’s notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don’t know when it’ll be done. ✨ author's notes 3: omfg. i'm finally done editing this fic?? it's literally taken me a whole year bc i've been lazy/busy lmfao. welp, we're finally here! and there will be a small drabble and jin pov i'll be posting soon! ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] prev | next ✨ drabble - netflix and...

✨ epilogue | wc: 1.2k ✨ warnings: illusions to sex, kissing

The day of Yuna and Namjoon’s wedding was pure chaos. A day before, you receive a call about all floral arrangements being delayed because of the hurricane. The truck carrying everything wouldn’t make it in time for the wedding, which meant you and the other bridesmaids were running around with your heads cut off trying to find flowers for the wedding.

“Bora, bring those flowers over to the king's table,” you gestured to the arrangement sitting by the gift table. At this point, you were lucky to get any flowers for the wedding. It didn’t matter if they were cohesive or not.

“The king's table?” Bora clenched her teeth, looking around to figure out what you were referring to.

“The table we’re all sitting at!” you yelled. God, did you have to do everything yourself?

“Oh--right. Got it .” Bora hurried off, not wanting to be scolded by you again.

You told yourself never to agree to be anyone else’s maid of honor. It was just too stressful. If you were to marry in the future, you noted it would just be an elopement.

Looking at your list, there were still a few things that needed to be checked before you could head off to hair and make-up. There were only a few more hours until the wedding started.

“Need any help?” Jungkook asked, sneaking in from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You peered quickly at him before returning to your clipboard. “Yes, please. Here take these and bring them to table seven.”

“You got it, boss,” he said before giving a quick peck on your lips before doing as he was asked.

Your eyes widened, looking around to make sure no one was watching. “Kook! What if someone sees?!”

He smiled and ran off. Were you excited that you and Jungkook were finally together? Yes, but only a few people knew about your relationship. The next big thing was to tackle your mom, but you didn't even want to think about that right now. You’d deal with that later.

You heard your name, and quickly, you turned to see Yuna running to you.

“The flowers are set up on the tables as we speak, and your bouquet is here. I'll put it in your room, and then I'll return after getting ready.” Your eyes scanned the rest of your checklist, ensuring everything went smoothly.

“Thank you. You're a godsend. I don't know what I'd do without you,” Yuna said, pulling you in for a hug.

You straightened and wrapped your arm around hers. “Let's not find out...again,” you chuckled.

After the hectic morning, you were able to find some time to quiet down and get ready. You slip on the sage green velvety off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress, the gold drop-down pearl earrings, and the strappy beige Jimmy Choos. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your bouquet filled with eucalyptus, peonies, and blush pink roses.

Stepping out of your door, you found Jungkook leaning against the wall, looking dapper in a three-piece navy suit and hair slicked back, showing off his defined and chiseled jawline. You could kiss that jawline all day if you could. He took one look at you, mouthed a 'wow,'and whistled.

You narrowed your eyes at your hunky man. “Shut up.”

He stepped closer to you and took your hand, spinning you around to get a better look. “Damn, you're sexy,” Jungkook groaned in delight.

“Shhh —”

“You should dress like this more often so I can take everything off.”

“KOOK!”

He laughed and grinned as he tried to bring you in for a kiss. You tried to push him away, but he held on tighter. “I'm not letting go until I get a kiss from you.”

“You're trying to get us caught.”

“Mmhm, I want everyone to know we're together.” He let out a soft giggle as you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. God, you're so bad.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Admit it. You like it.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Ouh, you're kinky.”

“Okay---I'm leaving.” You tried to pull away from him again, but he chuckled and rolled you right back into his arms as he gave you a back hug.

“I'm kidding. I love seeing you like this. Flustered, that is,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your right shoulder, making his way up to your neck, leaving subtle marks behind. You let out a slight whine as he continued.

“I'm going to have to cover up these marks if you keep going.”

“Mm…” He continued, not caring in the world if anyone walked by.

You weren't sure if he even heard you. “Koo…” you muttered softly. He pressed deeper into your skin, and your head began falling back into him. You quickly turned around to face him. “You have five minutes. FIVE!”

“I can do that.” He grinned as he opened the door to your room, letting you go in first.

You quickly straightened your dress and grabbed your shoes, scrambling to get yourself ready again. You ran to Yuna's dressing room and knocked lightly.

“Yuna..?” you muttered before opening the door, peering in to see her sitting in front of the vanity.

“Finally, where have you been?” she asked, putting on a diamond earring.

“Sorry I got held up,” you said, closing the door behind you.

Yuna laughed as she took a look at her best friend. “Uh huh--I can clearly see.” She was pointing to the nipple pasty stuck to the side of your dress.

“OH SHIT –” You quickly grabbed it and tucked it into place. Fucking Jungkook–you told him not to remove the pasty, but he wouldn’t listen. He just had to feel all of you.

“Spare me the details,” Yuna chuckled while matting down her hair.

You nervously chuckled and began walking over to her. She turned to the mirror, taking in one last look before it was time to go. “You look gorgeous. Namjoon is going to cry.”

“He's definitely going to cry.”

You leaned down to hug her from behind. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

The wedding was beautiful and everything you and Yuna had dreamed about when you were younger. After Yuna and Namjoon's first dance, the MC invited everyone else to join in. You sat there with twinkles in your eyes, watching your best friend so happy. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. Jungkook stood there with his hand out.

“May I have this dance?”

You gazed at the doe-eyed young man, asking so sweetly. “What about my mom?” you asked, worried about what she would think.

“She'll just think we're being friendly,” Jungkook suggested with a sly smile and puppy dog eyes.

You bit your bottom lip, hesitating to take it. You weren’t just worried about your mother. A slew of people you knew would whisper and gossip about the two of you.

“Come on. I promise I'll behave.”

If there were no one around, you’d dance the night away. You loved the thought of being in his arms–kissing, giggling, touching…

“You better.”

“I don't know if you'll behave, though.”

You lightly hit him in the chest as you stood up. He led you to the dance floor and held you close with one hand on the small of your back, the two of you swaying to the song playing. His honey-brown eyes glistened from the night sky, his smile beaming from ear to ear, revealing the cutest dimple carved within his cheek.

“What..?”

“...I love you,” you softly said as you reached up and pressed your lips against his, forgetting where you were, forgetting all the complexities that came along with your relationship. Nothing else mattered at that moment—just you and him.

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Akashi-sama

Chapter 5 of They Act As One

Summary: Akashi discovered he can rest easy with Sevia. Seijuro on the other hand...

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"Akashi... Akashi!" Seijuro shook his brother awake with only a few minutes left of the car ride.

"And here I thought that I was the one weaker in the mornings. Did you not get sleep last night?"

"Well... perhaps I might have sacrified a few hours.."

"How many hours of sleep did you get?"

Akashi remained silent, looking away from Seijuro to avoid his gaze.

"Akashi!"

"Alright, alright...! I slept around... 6 hours I believe? But I was only up because I was talking to Sevia," Akashi said, handing Seijuro his phone.

Sevia: Thank you again for tutoring me, you really helped. Akashi: It was my pleasure. Please do not hesitate to ask for my help again. Sevia: and your horses were really cool! Akashi: Thank you, they're very precious. Yuki and Maru were actually born on the same day as Seijuro and me. Sevia: WHAT OMFG THATS SO CRAZY Akashi: Yes, it is a rather interesting coincidence. Sevia: when's your birthday btw? Akashi: That would be the 20th of December. Sevia: near christmas? damn, you'll make me go bankrupt Akashi: How exactly could my birthday lead to your financial ruin? Sevia: cuz I'll have to get 4 different presents for you two!

Seijuro noticed that Akashi left her on read for 7 minutes. Neither of the twins celebrated their birthdays anyways.

Akashi: Oh, you are too sweet. There is no need to get us presents, thank you. Sevia: but i have to! you guys are two of my closest friends <3

Seijuro couldn't bear to read more, feeling as if he wanted to chuck the phone out the window. He turned the phone off and handed it to Akashi, who he quickly discovered fell asleep again with his head bouncing against the car window.

You're just as stubborn as me...

As they stepped foot into the front entrance of the school, Akashi checked his watch.

"You should go on ahead of me, Seijuro. I agreed to meet with Sevia in the library," Akashi said, already turning the corridor and hurriedly going to the library before Seijuro could protest. Another pang of jealousy rang through his mind. In the mornings where they were free, they would go straight to the classroom and read in silence. It would have been insignificant to anyone else, but reading in silence within the comfort of your twin was something that they valued dearly. Spending time with each other without having to do anything.

Seijuro took a deep sigh, lazily waving to the direction where Akashi rushed off to. Heading to the classroom he pulled out his laptop, and began conducting research.

Who exactly is this girl...?

Akashi rushed to the library, a bit of a skip to his step as he arrived inside. He looked around, keeping quiet as he spotted the girl reading a book at the same table he found her.

"Hello there, Sevia." Akashi smiled rather brightly, sitting in front of the girl. She smiled in return, putting a bookmark in between the pages as she put it down. Pride and Prejudice. Nice, Jane Austen.

"Hi Akashi!" she said enthusiastically, though keeping her voice quiet. "Looks like neither of us really got any sleep," she chuckled softly.

"Unfortunately so... Seijuro scolded me in the car because of it. Luckily the exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep as he continued talking." Akashi chuckled, the girl laughing softly.

"Sorry about that by the way, I didn't mean to make you stay up so late-"

"Oh nonsense. If anything, I should be apologizing for the same thing," he smiled softly at her. In truth, Akashi would have stayed up the entire night if could keep talking to her.

"Good morning, Akashi-sama~!" a couple of girls passed the two, Akashi waving back politely.

"Good morning, girls." he merely responded, silently reeling in from the honorific.

"-sama?"

"Please do not start-"

"That's so weird, acting like you're some sort of god. Pfft- jeez, you're just a guy." Sevia shook her head in bewilderment, her eyes trailing to the direction of where the girls were headed.

Akashi stared at her for a bit.

"Oh- I didn't mean that in a bad way...! Sorry uh-" the girl panicked a bit, seeing as how his bright crimson eyes just gazed at her.

"No no... please, do not fret." the redhead smiled instead, relaxing visibly at her presence.

"I understand your intent."

"Seijuro, I think I may have fallen in love."

"You don't know that. Here, look. I did a bit of digging and-"

"You said it was creepy when I did it," Akashi raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms as he turned his chair towards the direction of Seijuro's bed.

"Nevertheless. I've found a few things about her background..."

"I refuse. At this point, it may very well be cheating,"

"This is not a game..!" Seijuro exclaimed, exasperated. He sighed, putting his laptop away.

"Have you asked her to the party yet?"

"No, not yet."

"When do you plan to?"

Just then, Akashi's phone chimed. He picked it up, the screen illuminating his face as he read the text from Sevia.

"Tomorrow afternoon, it looks like," he said proudly, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Oh dear. What now?"

"She invited me to the arcade. Wanted to hang out, apparantly," he said, barely able to take the smile off of his face.

"She invited you to the arcade?"

"Why yes." he said, turning back to Seijuro, curious of his tone. Seijuro had a look of disdain on his face.

"Don't be like that. You don't like being around her anyways. And you'll get the room for yourself for a few hours. Isn't that what you want?" Akashi said, arranging the things on his desk.

Seijuro didn't respond.

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[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Ok so you who needs to become a thing? Dorcas and Mary. And here are my selling points.

[quick question, is it just me who makes an insane amount of correlation between the colour lavendar and Dorcas? Like idk it just makes sense somehow. Ykwim?]

1) Their shipname would be something like:

A. lavendarhaze (cause prev point + Mary canonically has a hazy memory of her past. It makes no sense now that I'm typing this out but I swear it works)

B. or lavendarsea (from the research we did on Mary's name yesternight)

C. or OR ✨️Femmefatale✨️ (cause, hear me out on this, I can't think of a more femme person in our fandom than Mary and plus who can be more fatale than Dorcas "Voldy had to kill me personally" Meadows? Is it obvious that I am extremely sleep deprived rn?

D. Realizing her name has Meadows has now given me the option: SeasMeadows. (Can we please have an assessment of all these options please I need your thoughts.)

2) They would both love gossiping and they'll already be besties because of it. And then one day they're sitting together and Mary sees her laugh and in her head she is like oh and abruptly says "I like you." And Dorcas is like thrown back for a second but then she smiles slowly "I like you too." And that's that they now go on dates and they're a couple. Is that too boring? I feel like I'm always going to the oblivious sapphics trope. I mean I love it but... ykwim?

3. Their dates would be like picnics by the Great Lake watching the sunset and cute coffee dates and going on walks and making gift baskets for each other and stuff like that. Wowie is my brain so dry rn

4. They are lipsticks stains and written letters and heart emojies in texts and blue hour and rose bouquets and wine glasses with left over rosé and out of breathe giggles and crossed ankles below the table and origami swans for each other and late night phone calls and goodbyes in sticky notes on the fridge door.

5. I just think they're nice. : )

And I am extremely tired I shall go sleep and be back in an hour or so. Gn<3

Also random af but lemongrass as a shipname for Moontail? No I did not stare at a bottle of lemongrass sticks and think it'll make neat shipname whaddoyoumean

yes!!! dorcas and mary belong together. they would be so amazing together omg

and yes, I also associate purple with dorcas. it just fits her idk

1) all the ship names you picked out are incredible. jaw-droppingly beautiful is what they are.

lavenderhaze is the cutest thing I have heared in a while

lavendersea is cute too

femmefatale? so true. slay

seameadows???? omfg that's so pretty. can't compare to lavenderhaze though

moral of the story? I'm in love with lavenderhaze. I literally love that ship name sm and I have no decided that that's officially their name

2) there is never too much oblivious sapphics. there isn't at all ever. but omggggg the idea os mary just looking at dorcas one day and being like. "oh. that's what this is." is adorable and dorcas just being like: "yeah me too." is so perfect. geodbsob I love them sm

3) yessss. one of their favorite activities is making fun of their friends for being oblivious idiots

4)&-*@;@[@;@[- YESSS THEY SO ARE OMGG

5) they are nice. the nicest actually :)

lemongrass for moontail??? osnsiebo yess please! it's adorable I love it :)

gn <33

[jesuistrestriste]

Did my prev asks get deleted afer nuking my blog cos i had a rlly good one 😌

waitttt omfg yes they did GAHH. i was waiting to write for them bc i had major ideas brewing and now i can’t find them in my inbox :(

resend them babes i need them baddd

[isurrendertoclones]

Adding @niobiumao3’s tags:

The fact that they never took Tech to a space casino to hustle people at cards is such Bullshit they could have made so much money in a single night doing that .

Phee babysits Omega for them and they all go to space Las Vegas and it just turns into the Star Wars version of The Hangover

Like it would be so funny cause it would probably just look like this

[jimilter]

for virgin reader fics refer to the holy grail of @aquagustd fics 💯

omfg YES, anon! absolutely! two of her fics are my absolutely favs that i go back to a lot bec of how well she's woven the characters in each one:

— spice - kth. m. the reader is an absolute cutie but she's also fierce and i love her!!! tae in this fic has my entire heart, soul and kidneys, tho, bec he's so sexy??? but still nice??? and rich—

kay, we're getting a bit sidetracked here. the other fic is a wip but so worth it:

— lust for life. pjm. m. the reader is jimin's friend's sister soooo yeS a brother's best friend au, damn, @ prev anon you HAVE to check this out!!!

@aquagustd hi we love u <3

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ShinDeku Day 20: Honest / Top

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AN: omfg. last scene I was like, oh 700 words is a good spot to cut! but then THIS ONE just didn't have a good stopping point, so you get 1700 words. of smut. So I guess... here, have more cake? have more cake.

He’s happy to let Hitoshi continue to take the lead for now, uncertain what to do to get what he wants. (He’s done this by himself, so he knows kind of what to expect, but with another person in the mix, he’s suddenly unsure of their next steps.)

Hitoshi kisses down his chest, his warm hands petting tenderly, sliding warm and careful as his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. His fingers are gentle, his touches are slow and sweet, and Izuku clutches at the bedding with a gasp. "Ah, wait—" he blurts, twisting his hips. 

Hitoshi’s hand stills, and Izuku almost curses aloud at his poor choice of words. "No, don’t— don’t stop. I mean— I meant, more," he pleads. "I want more, ‘toshi." 

He sucks in a shuddering breath when his boyfriend patiently obliges with a hint more. Just as slow, just as maddeningly tender.

Izuku is on fire, writhing beneath his slow and methodical touches. His breath hitches as he can think of nothing else but how much he aches to have everything, all at once. He's greedy for the next sting of teeth and touch, panting and desperate to chase that high of completion.

He understands why he's taking his time, but there's a part of Izuku's brain that's too honest and straightforward with the desire that's gnashing away at the reins, itching to break loose and flip him over, to climb on top and take what he wants, ready or not.

He bites at his lip and shifts impatiently, his eyes slipping closed as his fingers grip at the blankets beneath him. The temptation nearly overwhelms him as moisture collects around his lashes. Tears of frustration threaten to spill, but crying is the absolute last thing he wants to do right now.

His impatience is briefly forgotten when Hitoshi hums and brushes his lips against him. Izuku chokes on his next breath in surprise, his mouth falling open with a gasp as he shudders. 

He blinks and peers down at his boyfriend's knowing smirk, unable to stop the low sound of appreciation that sneaks up his throat as Hitoshi slowly swipes his tongue along sensitive flesh. 

He swallows thickly, his hands unclenching to shakily thread into damp purple locks. 

Oh my— He moans out a rough approximation of Hitoshi's name when his boyfriend closes his mouth around him.

On some level, he knows what's happening, but his vision and thoughts blur into a haze of fuzzy pleasure, yes please more oh god just like that, the words tumbling from his lips in between hitching breaths and quiet gasps.

Shuddering under the onslaught of sweet sensation, he arches up to follow the movements of his boyfriend’s careful ministrations, but a warm hand presses firm against his hip to still his motions. 

He groans at the loss when Hitoshi pulls away, then shivers at the unexpected cool of breath blown over his damp skin. 

Hitoshi brushes his nose against the tender skin of his inner thigh, and Izuku’s breath hisses between his teeth as Hitoshi sets his mouth and sucks a mark, gentling the sting with the warm press of tongue. 

It's hard to think around the bombardment of his senses, and the aching creep of want and more and not enough is scattered amongst the floating drift of yes and please and exactly that. 

He's feeling a little dazed when Hitoshi crawls up his body, dropping a meandering path of tiny kisses and little licks across his skin on his way back to his mouth.

He catches Izuku's lips in a tender kiss before his maddeningly gentle fingers press in to resume their dance. Izuku whines against his mouth, desperate hands clutching at his shoulders as he shifts restlessly beneath him. Hitoshi breathes out a soft laugh and nips at his mouth and jaw. 

"Please please please," Izuku begs without a morsel of shame. How can he be this patient? How can he take his time? 

There’s a sheen of sweat along Hitoshi’s brow, and Izuku is positive he must be just as half-mad with desire as he is.

"Tell me what you want," Hitoshi murmurs against his lips. 

He wants him to say it?

Izuku’s mouth falls open as he tries to form the words. Hitoshi’s slow touch is unrelenting as he pulls back to stare solemnly into his eyes, like the next words out of his mouth mean more than anything else. 

Izuku’s face flames as he shivers, reaching up to grip his boyfriend by the back of his neck to tug his face close. He swallows back a fresh moan as Hitoshi’s fingers twist suddenly, scattering his thoughts. Izuku barely manages to eke out his request, his demands, in a harsh whisper against the shell of Hitoshi’s ear, reveling in his answering shudder as his hand pulls away.

Izuku would never have thought the crinkly sound of a tearing wrapper could be a turn on, but he knows what’s following it, and his insides clench with tingling anticipation. 

"You’ll tell me to stop," he murmurs, leaning over him. Hitoshi’s gaze is cautious and watchful as he sets a careful hand on his hip and nudges against him. Izuku threads his fingers behind Hitoshi's neck, briefly entranced by his trembling limbs as he’s poised above him, waiting for Izuku to say or do something.

"You’ll tell me-" he repeats, his fingers gripping Izuku's hips a little harder.

"Yes," Izuku interrupts. "Um, did you not wa-~ahh!" Izuku's words cut off in an embarrassing squeak as Hitoshi chooses that moment to push forward. 

Izuku is glad he made him wait.

He's glad he took his time.

It's almost too much at first, his mouth falling open as Hitoshi moves slowly, carefully, inch by toe-curling inch.

His eyes are locked to Izuku's face as he watches him fall apart. 

Izuku's lips part on a breathless gasp, caught somewhere between too much and please just a bit more, staring almost sightless as Hitoshi’s features blur into a smear of purple and peach. Hitoshi stills, and it takes him a moment to realize that tears are slipping from the corners of his eyes.

"Izuku," he says, his breath coming in quiet pants as he trembles with the effort to remain still. "Tell me-" 

He shakes his head and hooks an ankle behind Hitoshi's hips, biting his lip as he tugs him closer with his hands and his leg.

Hitoshi breathes out a soft chuckle, his smile a little shaky as he presses deeper with a sigh.

Izuku shudders from his head to his toes once they’ve joined together with no room to spare.

"Tell me when," Hitoshi whispers, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks and nose, the tip of his tongue tracing Izuku's lower lip. 

Izuku shifts slightly beneath him, feeling a spark of bliss skate up his spine as Hitoshi gasps against his mouth. He grins and does it again, this time pulling with his foot as he rocks into the grind. "Yeah, now, now," he mutters, feeling his breath hitch as his excitement grows. He's ready for this, he's-

Hitoshi pulls back a few inches, catches his lips and swallows his moan as he surges forward again.

He's not ready for this, but the discomfort is nothing in comparison to the pleasure. 

It feels too good to tell him to stop.

He pants against Hitoshi's lips, their breaths mingling as his boyfriend moves, every other moan that creeps between Izuku's lips muffled by another wet kiss. Snippets of Izuku's name trickle out around Hitoshi's tongue as he licks into his mouth, kisses moving along his face and jaw interspersed with cursory tastes and gentle bites. 

Hitoshi dips his tongue into the hollow of his throat, mouthing at his pulse and whispering his name over and over again with every arching roll of his hips. 

The slick sounds of their movements echo obscenely through the room as Izuku gets caught on the first syllable of Hitoshi’s name, his brain malfunctioning as he tries and fails to tell him it’s amazing and don’t stop and so close.

The end sneaks up on him as a sudden shock of pleasure. He chokes out a gasp, wide-eyed as he clutches at Hitoshi's arms.

His boyfriend blinks down at him, dripping with sweat as he pants from exertion.

And then he sits up straight, adjusts his grip, and lets loose.

Izuku’s senses blank out in a haze of bliss.

(And then they're a mess, all over again.)

Boneless and floaty, he drifts along in an ocean of satisfaction. His boyfriend is a solid weight slumped against him, pressed close to nuzzle the skin beneath his ear. "Tell me if I should move," he murmurs. 

Izuku hums a quiet disagreement. He lifts his mostly uncooperative arms to rest across Hitoshi's back, his fingertips trailing through the cooling sweat that still slicks their skin. 

He lounges, drowsy and content, hugging his boyfriend's limp form against him.

He doesn't want to move.

He doesn't want Hitoshi to move as he basks in the heady sensation of fullness where they're still joined together.

He doesn't want to let go of their intimate connection, but they probably should clean up after what they've just done. 

(...Maybe after a short doze.)

Hitoshi shifts against him, prompting a quiet whine as his perfect moment of intimate cuddling comes to an abrupt end. He sighs at the loss.

His boyfriend leans up to give him a lazy, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping between his lips to tease, unexpectedly stealing his breath. He looms above him, cupping his face, slanting his lips for a better angle as he kisses deeper. 

Izuku feels a fresh stir of interest as Hitoshi catches his lip between his teeth, sucking on the spit-slick swell of his mouth. He groans with renewed desire. “Toshi,” he moans, almost disappointed when Hitoshi releases his lip with a quiet chuckle. 

"Sorry," he says, although he doesn’t look regretful at all as he looks him over, brushing a damp lock of green away from his sweaty forehead. His fond smile is achingly tender. "Feel up for another shower?"

Izuku’s eyes slip shut with a sigh. "After a nap, unless you carry me."

Hitoshi hums with amusement, pressing another kiss to his throat, his chin, his lips. "Maybe I will."

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AN: oml. oml. oml. This one? I am so smutted out. Is that a thing? If these guys have another go or two before the February prompts are over, it's probably going to be a barely described thing, fade to black, you've got the idea. phew. There is some cuddling and talking and thinking totally deep thoughts ahead for the next prompts 21-28. at 28 I'm for sure done with these xD

[rowanb3rries]

tmagp episode 4 thoughts. no or not a lot of context but still read at your own peril

index of these posts

3:30 "why would YOU be getting those notifications" yeah, tell us

3:45 "magnus, and protocol?" SAM????????????

4:00 i like how sam is talking completely normally and alice is doing like a theatre whisper

4:20 "high level stuff" sounds like a section 31

4:35 alice is. incredibly cautious with all of this, even though she doesn't initially come off that way

5:00 had to find the transcript to figure out they were saying 'starkwall' but that's my own hearing problems

5:15 gwen that is an insane assumption

5:40 THERE HE IS

6:48 musical instruments are dangerous in this series

7:40 bro i know you did not come into having this thing in a chill way

11:05 ah yes, so you got it from him and decided you'd pass it on? or maybe you had to. we'll find out

12:10 bro i do not think there is anything you could have done

12:45 "the grisly remnants of my tutor's troubled mind" yyyep

14:30 "you have a look that speaks of hunger" inscryption campfire-ass interaction

17:35 a true friend..........

21:50 is this invisible to onlookers. like.

23:40 !!!!!!!!!!!!! DUDE this is sick as hell what a great episode sdljgslg

25:25 holy shit this got metal

26:00 so do you HAVE to pass this thing on. like. you could have been buried with it. but instead you passed it on

26:50 "dear grandpa augustus" lmao

27:15 so like. does gwen legitimately listen to these and stuff. alice has been clear with sam that sitting and paying attention to the statements is like Bad For You.

27:55 i love alice....

28:20 omfg. OMFG?

questions:

why the fuck did alice get sam this job if she's that worried about poking around

is this or is this not the actual jonah magnus because i feel like it must be. who the fuck else. it can't be annabelle like i've seen theorized, chester and norris speak with 'their own' voices

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