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{ꕤ} Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf x (gender-neutral!!) reader {ꕤ} Summary: At a point in Molly's existence, he knew barely anything about his life before becoming a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. When Gustav found him, the only words he spoke were "empty" repeatedly. As Molly became more cohesive and gained a sense of knowing, the two of you grew a friendship. A friendship of shitty but harmless snipes at one another and helping him with embracing life to the fullest. He only really saw you as a friend, a close companion if you will with how much you were always by his side. But at a particular tavern in a certain town your traveling act was planning to perform in, a few thoughts went 'out the window' that night. {ꕤ} Authors Note: This is part two to the "Fjord, Essek, Caleb, and Mollymauk realizing they're in love with reader" headcanons! If you would like to read part one to get some context, you can click here for funsies!! For some bits of dialogue, I used numbers .3 and .18 from there respective writing prompt lists. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy this final part, it's been marinating in my brain for a bit and I wanted to finally execute it for yall꒰´ ꒳ ` ꒱

{ꕤ} Content Warnings (CWS): Only somewhat proofread so beware haha. Other than that none at all! If I though should add any, please let me know in the comments. Besides that - let us begin!!

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・ At first all he knew was the earth under him. Wandering around aimlessly through the forest, only taking in his surroundings from beyond his resting place. This was all odd.. everything felt weird. He was... alive? But he felt alive? But now he was actually feeling the grass beneath his feet and the sound of the wind ringing in his ears. It was all a little odd.

・ The trajectory of his life immediately changed when he stumbled upon a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. She was a young girl by the name of Toya. Seemingly as well stumbled upon you, though he couldn't recall your face. You were only but one of the kind members of the performance group that gave him an actual home.

・ Only thing coming from him was that same word, empty empty empty. Nothing else at all - which was definitely a strange sight to see in the middle of the woods. But hey, strange is always a fun thing to dive head-first into. To be clear, Mollymauk was nothing from regular. That's what definitely drew you two to each other.

・ Time passed on and now Mollymauk had a semblance of family. Gustav and the other members basically gave him a home, and he gained a couple good friends from his little group of performers... you in particular. As soon as Molly got to actually talking gaining that signature peacock charm, you were by his side for the long haul.

・ Every performance stop, every night under the stars he always had you. You were never one as well for any boredom, so at every stop your crew made you always indulged him in his card readings. They may be a little bit bullshitted but hey, fun is fun even if your lying just a teensy tiny bit. ・ It never even stopped there, you two were always just ones for some ripe fun in your words. Somehow some way you two were always causing some sort of meaningless trouble. Truly it's what brought the both of you together in more ways than one. One night a pit stop at a certain town for your Traveling Carnivals performance would permanently change your relationship in some small ways. Though it was merely impacted with a fun little surprise. ・ Being it a couple days before the traveling acts show, you and Molly decided to hit the local taverns. You two weren't really the ones for setting up, though you helped in some ways to benefit the others in the prep process. What ensued was a night of laughs, playful trickster fun, and some drinks to go with it.

・ Turning a once-dead aired Tavern into a lively space was definitely an interesting evening. Surprisingly you two got the bars musicians playing and everything just spiraled into chaotic madness. Drinks were guzzled down and people were drunkenly swinging themselves around in a dancing fashion. It was a great way to enjoy the night. ・ Molly was starting to get a little bit on the more buzzed side. He was really enjoying himself, especially with your presence in the atmosphere. Clearly, this night dragged something out of you, as you were more lively than normal. It made him genuinely smile as you swayed around with your tankards in grasp, singing along with some other bar mates. ・ Even if he was normally one for loud and abrasive shows of charismatic whit, tonight he just wanted to let this all sink in. As he took a longer sip of the pure whiskey he was downing, some small but peculiar thoughts started to sprout in his mind. Everything started to feel lighter and his eyes softened as he watched you dance around like a complete idiot (affectionately by all means.) ・ He was never really knowledgeful about the feeling of love. That pure, bubbly feeling would spring into someone's chest at any instance. But this was definitely something similar. His lip curled up into a grin as he heard your voice cracking with the more scream-belting.

・ Something about you was so real, so current that it would make the tips of his fingers buzz like crazy. Was this love? , what was this... with you? His chest started to basically collapse in on himself as his mind raced in panic but one of more excitement. Spanning from thoughts of if you would start to isolate yourself away from him or if you felt those same feelings as him. ・ Those were all cut off as you approached him, your cheeks definitely having a warm sort of vibe to them. You plopped down your tankard beside him at the booth you both reserved as you extended a hand out to him, an invitation if you think about it. Before he could utter one single word you then again cut him off by basically pushing it out into the open. "Dance with me, Molly? If you need help I can..-" You looked him up and down with a wink. "Teach you if I must~"

・ His grin widened as you extended a verbal invitation for some fun, which he happily accepted. "Of course sweetheart, I don't think there will be any teaching needed for how you're going on about this." He gives you that same wink and a devious smirk back to you and you can't help but chuckle as you drag him onto the main area of the tavern with all the commotion.

・ You two just spend a bit enjoying each other's company. Swaying with one another as the ... sort of good music played with you both. But the two of you didn't really care at all, collectively just taking in this moment in its subtle beauty. ・ Arms are flung around with slurred - trying to harmonize speech, other tavern guests may or may not be getting smacked in the face by you or Molly. At that point as the night went on though there were no cares in the world. It was a genuinely eventful time even if it was with a couple strangers.

・ The band started to play a new song as yours and Molly's faces inch closer. Be it the alcohol that was tremendously consumed or the conflicting feelings about the celebration of sorts, your lips collided with his in a moment of pure adrenaline. It was nothing of eloquence but it got you both giggling like a bunch of fools. ・ As you two move your heads back from the not-so-proper smooch, Molly took a visible pause. His body was still moving with the playing of the instruments but his eyes said a different story. The realization of what just happened slowly started to kick in at that exact moment.

"Did not expect that..." He says taking a breath of air almost as if he was weakened in the slightest. Definitely was though in the knees with this overt gesture. "Where did you learn that?" He finished off his words as his signature devilish look appeared once again, which couldn't stop you from letting out a string of airy chuckles.

"Someone like myself never tells our best useable secrets, but if you care to continue this dance I might just spoiler it." You say with a click of your tongue and a raise of the brow. This night was only getting oh-so-good.

・ He chuckled and you two continued, nodding and placing a hand on your lower back as a sign of agreement. You two carried on until it was near early morning, the both of you hobbling your way back to the setting up of tents and brainstorming.

・ Would Molly ever forget this night? Oh of course he fucking wouldn't, it was awesome! His heart was beating like a hummingbird and he felt almost lighter than before once again. You were the best thing to pop into his somewhat new life and he couldn't be ever more grateful for a gift such as yourself.

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Unspoken Truths;

Pairing; fem!reader x loser boxer!Park Sunghoon Synopsis; Your best friend shows up at your door late at night with a bloody face. You lead him inside and take care of his wounds as the both of you try to ignore the growing tension between you. Warning; Suggestive; mentions of blood; sensitive!Sunghoon(sexy tension because Sunghoon has never seen you in pajamas?) My Masterlist;

A/N: I love this drabble so much :(( I love Sunghoon so much :(( Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you so much <3

When you unlocked your front door and found your best friend standing there, his elegant face stained with dark blood, your eyes immediately welled up with warm tears. Your hands trembled as a wave of nausea rose from your stomach to your throat.

Sunghoon stood in front of you with puppy eyes and pouty lips. Thick drops of blood dripped from a cut across his prominent nose. His eyes were swollen, with dark purple shadows beneath them, and his thick eyebrows were red with open wounds. Despite his battered appearance, as soon as his gaze locked with yours, he smiled—a genuine expression of relief.

He wasn’t sure why he had come to your house at such a late hour on a random Tuesday. He just needed to see you, to confirm with his own eyes that you were okay.

“Sunghoon…” you whispered, your voice cracking. “What happened?”

His response was subtle—his ears and neck flushed pink, and his smile faltered. Taking a step into your home, he wrapped his arms around your waist. His cold, strong embrace sent shivers racing across your skin. He leaned down, resting his head against your chest with a grip that felt desperate.

Your loose pajama shirt shifted slightly as he hugged you, the buttons slipping open to reveal a hint of your chest, though he seemed oblivious. As his nose caught the familiar scent of your warm skin and soft perfume, the tears he’d held back began to fall freely.

You had never seen Sunghoon cry before, so you knew something serious must have happened. He also knew how much you hated when he got into fights, yet here he was, battered and vulnerable at your door. Though he was strong and skilled in fighting, his emotions often betrayed him. And when he emotionally fights he becomes obsessed and weak.

After a long moment of soaking in your presence, Sunghoon lifted his head to meet your gaze. He noticed the small tears streaming down your cheeks, as if you were sharing his pain.

“It’s alright, Hoonie. It’s over now…” you murmured softly, your fingers brushing against his damp cheeks with tender care, hoping to relieve his pain.

At your soothing words, his arms tightened around you, and he buried his face in your chest again. Loud sobs filled the quiet room. You stepped back very slowly to close the door behind him, then stood patiently, allowing him the time he needed to calm down.

As his cries subsided, your hands never left his dark hair. Your fingers moved gently, massaging his scalp, while your lips pressed light kisses into his messy locks. Feeling his icy tears soak through your shirt and hearing his vulnerable sobs made it feel as though his pain was your own. Your own tears slowly rolled down your cheeks.

Minutes later, Sunghoon’s breathing had steadied, though his nose still bled, staining your gray pajama shirt.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” you said, gazing into his dark, expressive eyes. A familiar warmth stirred in your chest, the same feeling you tried to push away every time. Sunghoon always had that effect on you.

“Yeah, let’s go…” he replied softly, glancing down at the floor. He quickly removed his trainers before looking back at you, waiting for you to lead.

You giggled at his cute behaviour and took his hand, guiding him toward your small bathroom. Tonight, more than anything, he just wanted to stay close to you.

In the cramped, white-tiled bathroom, Sunghoon sat awkwardly on the toilet lid. He didn’t know what you were planning, but even if all you did was let him hold you for hours, he’d feel better.

You rummaged through the cabinet for your first-aid kit, knowing it had the essentials to clean his wounds. All the while, Sunghoon’s eyes followed your every movement.

It was the first time he’d seen you dressed so casually, and to him, the sight was mesmerizing. The way your pajama shirt lifted when you stretched, revealing a glimpse of your tummy, or how your loose pants sat low on your waist, perfectly hugging your attractive frame, made his heart race. He was already overwhelmed emotionally, and seeing you like this sent his hormones into overdrive.

He was stupidly in love with you, there was no denying that.

When you stepped out briefly to grab the kit, he exhaled deeply, trying to banish the scenarios in his head. But to his dismay, you returned just as quickly, the kit in hand.

You placed it on the sink, preparing some cotton soaked in alcohol. Standing between his parted legs, you leaned down to clean the cut on his nose, your movements careful and precise to avoid hurting him.

Sunghoon barely noticed the sting of the alcohol. His attention was fixed entirely on you—on your lips, softly bitten in concentration as you tended to his wounds. You were such an angel, so good to him…

He studied your face intently, his gaze tracing the careful lines of your expression. But soon, his wandering eyes drifted lower.

The neckline of your shirt had shifted further, and the undone buttons revealed more of your chest. Though you hadn’t meant to, the way you leaned forward gave him a view that made his breath hitch. The soft curves of your breast and the warm scent emanating from your neck left him dazed.

He felt his body grow even warmer, so he shifted his gaze elsewhere—only for his eyes to land back on your lips, now stained in a deep burgundy from how hard you were biting them. They looked irresistible, plump and glistening, tempting him beyond measure. As you carefully placed a small bandage on his nose, he murmured:

“I can’t do this anymore…”

Sunghoon gently tilted your chin downward, bringing your face closer so he could lock eyes with you. You looked down confused, your body getting warm to the feeling of his icy fingers on your face. His intense gaze seemed to reach straight into your soul, leaving you frozen and unable to look away.

Heat rose in your cheeks, and though you wanted to hide, you remained in place. His fingers held you firmly, keeping you exactly where he wanted. Sunghoon offered a faint smile before leaning in, pressing a soft, testing kiss to your lips.

They were gentle, warm, and utterly addictive. As soon as he pulled back, you instinctively leaned forward, seeking his touch again, desperate to reclaim the fluttering sensation in your chest. Your fingers slid into his dark hair, tugging lightly and drawing a soft groan from him. His thumb traced your flushed cheeks as his lips moved in sync with yours. When his tongue brushed against yours, you surrendered completely, letting the moment consume you.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, so you shyly shifted onto his lap, settling on his firm thighs. When you finally parted to catch your breath, you straightened your back and looked down at him. His lips were reddened and glistening from your sensual abuse. Your eyes locked, and you reached out to cup his face, gently stroking his cheeks.

“Why did you get into a fight?” you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern. When he didn’t respond, pressing his lips together in hesitation, you added, “If you don’t want to tell me why, at least tell me what upset you so much.”

“He was talking badly about you,” Sunghoon finally admitted.

You held his gaze, waiting for him to say more, but he stayed quiet, his eyes lowering to your legs as you perched on his lap. The closeness seemed to make him nervous.

He didn’t want to repeat the cruel words the guy at boxing practice had said about you. Sunghoon couldn’t stand by while someone reduced you to a mere sex object, something so undeserving of your worth. When he confronted the guy, the taunts only escalated, pushing him over the edge. Sure, he walked away with a cut on his nose and a few bruises, but the other guy left with a broken nose and a swollen face. Sunghoon wasn’t about to tell you all that, though—he knew how much you hated his fights outside the ring.

“Promise me you won’t fight with those people again,” you said firmly, though your voice was soft. “Let them talk. I don’t care what they say about me, but I care about you. I hate seeing you hurt…”

Your words carried an unspoken confession, a hint of the feelings you’d been hiding all along.

“I won’t… I promise. But only because you asked so sweetly,” Sunghoon teased, his tone playful. It worked, drawing a shy smile from you.

As you rested your head against his broad shoulder, savoring the quiet intimacy, Sunghoon’s hands slid to your thighs, cautiously testing your reaction. When you smiled and leaned in, your eyes full of unspoken desire, he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

For Sunghoon, you were—and always would be—the only one who mattered.

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[teojira]

[Dance with The Devil] [movie!Shadow x reader headcanons]

Summary: a collection of random headcanons/small scenarios based on my "Click Click Boom" post for Shadow!

Word count: 1.5k

Disclaimer (1): Harkness scale people, he is of age and can consent and is sentient. I'm allowed to want to kiss the hedgehog.

Disclaimer (2): This can be read as Romantic or Platonic! Though I did write it to be implied romance.

A/N: Yall asked for more, who am I to deny the people (I imagine kissing him every second of the day). I tried to hit a lot of asks all in one to give eveyrone what they asked for! I hope y'all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are super appreciated and motivate me to write more <3

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Shadow is so extremely overprotective of you, borderline to an unhealthy agree but is it really when you're welcoming to it??

You, by all means, shouldn't encourage him. He's one of the strongest beings on the planet. He can't just make threats, God knows if he'll act out on them.

You can't help but let it happen though, a warm fuzzy feeling deep in your chest clouds your judgment for a few moments. Knowing that Shadow sees you as someone worth protecting, of caring for.

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Shadow baring his fangs at Sonic and fucking growling is new though.

"Shadow did you just- did you just fucking growl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sonic was just trying to hug me dude, relax.'

"He'll get his scent all over you. No."

Shadow turns his back on you, so he misses the blush that overtakes your entire face.

He has an inkling though, if the strangled cry from your throat is any indication.

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Riding ! With ! Him !!! He takes you on drives all the time, it helps him clear his head and it's his way of asking for physical contact without giving you idea, feeling you against his back and your body pressed up against his does wonder for his mental health, he'll purposefully take longer routes and side roads at night to keep you close.

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If you fall asleep on the couch, Shadow isn't gonna curl up with you, but he's next to the couch, head propped up against the arm rest as he watches over you. He's well aware he could just teleport you both to your room, but you look too peaceful :( and he knows he takes up all your time and energy, so he rather let you rest.

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Shadow always walks behind you. It's a nervous habit. If he wanders behind, he has the perfect view to scan for threats.

You go to tell him he's being paranoid, but stop yourself. The last person he cared for died, the girl who gave him a purpose. You shut your joke down fast, shaking your head when Shadow raises an eye bridge at your expression.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" You go with that instead.

"Absolutely not."

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Please god can you imagine shopping for him, getting his leather jackets and what not bc he fucking deserves it, especially when you nervously claim that he needs the correct gear for riding his motorcycle and he hits you with:

"That's useless, I can easily chaos control if need be."

BUT HE DOESN'T RIDE WITHOUT IT EVER !!!! You even got it monogrammed, and he runs his thumb across it often, scoffing at himself when he realizes, snatching his hand away.

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Shadow likes to be useful, even though you tell him again and again that he doesn't owe you anything, he doesn't listen.

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If you wear makeup and ever fall asleep in it, you can't ever seem to remember if it was you who took it off, your memories jumbling up together to the point you're not sure.

It was Shadow, he knows you don't like showing others your bare face, which he thinks is ridiculous as shit, he likes you as you are, whether with makeup or bare, you're you.

Please I could cry imagining him so gently taking a makeup wipe and rubbing small circles to get that waterproof eyeliner off of you, eyes laser focused into his task. I'm gonna throw up.

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In the colder months, he's susceptible to being more mellow and relaxed. Despite being the ultimate life form and having fur, he still gets cold and hates the feeling.

This brings me to the fact that bro steals your blankets, he has no remorse and will walk right into your room to take your heated blanket. He's an asshole.

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Fully believes that nicknames are stupid and that they don't matter, the best he's gonna do for you is call you by your first Intial (ex: Teddy = T) It's rare that he'll do call you by it regardless, but beggers cannot be choosers.

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Getting matching bangles to match his inhibitor rings!! Makes him go stupid for a second, brain computing that oh??? You want to match him?? He's gonna tease you, but when you threaten to just take them off, he immediately goes quiet.

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The subject of being sick came up often in asks, and he struggles really hard with it. It's not obvious, but if you look closely, his quills are pin straight, and he's easily more agitated.

He's not mad at you, it's not your fault, it's just that seeing you curl up into bed brings back so many bad memories of when Maria has flare ups and couldn't leave her bed.

It made him feel useless. His whole reason for being was to help cure illness, maybe not the common cold. He's aware of that, but the point remains.

Shadow gets more docile, even going to ask Maddie what to do. The woman offers to come over and take care of you instead, but Shadow shuts her down quickly. He's more than capable, and he's a little overprotective.

"Are you sure? I don't mind, I don't have anything going on."

"That isn't necessary."

"But it might be better if it's m-"

"I can take care of them."

It's hard to argue with a 5ft hedgehog that can easily snap your neck, so she regents and hands him over some cold and flu medicine along with painkillers and vaporub and instructions. He looks so silly with all of it in his arms, Gatorade, water, the medicine, some food, but it warms your heart. You haven't had anyone really look after you when you were sick, always left to fend for yourself, so it's nice.

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For my period havers, I am on mine, so this made it in:

Shadow using his hands as personal heating pads for your stomach or the small of your back, you can't seem to remember where you put your heating pad so he sits there with you and just, shoves his hand onto your skin, it's added comfort due to his fur.

"Oh my god, that feels good."

You groan into your pillow, curling up into a ball, your back facing the ultimate lifeform.

"Is it really that bad?"

Shadow hums, moving to ever so slightly knead the skin, smirking to himself when you damn near moan at the feeling.

"You know damn fucking well it's that bad."

Shadow snorts.

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Once you're both closer, he allows you to touch him alot more, so long as you ask him first if you can run your fingers over his quills, he finds it soothing, it's common to find you both on the couch, fast asleep together with the TV set to come true crime YouTube video.

Sonic takes a million pictures, to which he sends to Shadow later. The black hedgehog doesn't say anything, but he secretly saves each one.

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Speaking of the others, you try and force him to spend time with team Sonic to varying degrees of success. Mainly the success being if you will also be there and be by his side. The team likes you well enough, always playfully telling you that they can handle Shadow if he ever hurts you.

Which gets them Shadow staring them down, his eyes lighting up as a warning.

You'd think they'd learn that this man doesn't play when it comes to you, but they're a bit stupid.

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When it comes to any insecurities you may have, he shuts that shit down IMMEDIATELY, you think it's because he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, but no, it's because he cares about you and will logically tell you facts. Does it help? It's varying, but he still tries.

Issue with your weight. He doesn't care. Are you healthy? That's all that matters. He's strong enough to lift you up, and he'll demonstrate it on you if need be. He doesn't know who put it into your head that there's any issue with it, but he'll fix it.

"Shadow, can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Does my weight ever bother you?"

"I am not like human men."

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You're insecure about talking about your interests/hyperfixations? He actively will sit down and listen, eyes intense as he takes in every single word you're saying. He'll nod and hum, but his ears are flicked towards you, and Shadow will ask questions pertaining about the characters.

The motherfucker is healing you slowly but surely, mentally and sometimes physically.

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No one thinks that Shadow would be a good companion and will make jokes offhandily that they're sorry that YOU'RE stuck with him, and you don't correct them. They don't deserve to know him.

They don't get to know how the lifeform curls up next to you on his bad days, seeking your affection.

The hedgehog who helps you dry the dishes after every meal with a way too focused look on his face.

The Shadow that always cracks dry ass jokes in hopes to make you smile after a long day.

It's your little secret, and it's one you gladly keep to yourself.

"Oh, he's stuck with me." You wave them off with a smug smirk on your face.

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[kairoot]

TOXIC SITUATIONSHIP.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your very toxic talking stage with nishimura riki. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : riki x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst , crack , smau , school au 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : kind of ?? an idea by me and an anon <3 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : sewer slide jokes, profanity !!!! riki is obviously very toxic, reader is a little toxic too.. just a bit ! IGNORE timestamps. lmk if i missed anything

( 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏’𝒔 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 )： do not take this seriously it’s literally just fiction. also pls reblog if you enjoyed, it is much appreciated !! ♡︎

find part 2 here !!

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[miupow]

⋮ ♯; ⤷ SILENT TREATMENT W/ TXT .ᐟ

how tubatu reacts to you using the silent treatment on them after an argument!

★ ── ot5 x gn!reader ⸝⸝ fluff, slight angst, suggestive in soobin’s, arguing and making up, pouty yeonjun lol, petty gyu, serious bf tyun, kais is genuinely kind of sad

੭ ⭑ 𓂃⠀⠀⠀ [ m. list ] ⭑ [ reblogs and feedback appreciated! ]

. . . SOOBIN !

originally acts like he doesn’t care

thinks the silent treatment is childish and gets kind of spiteful about ignoring you back

but he hates you being mad at him more than anything in the world and he breaks pretty fast

being without your love is unbearable for him :’( he can’t stand staying away from you

and the more he’s left to stew about your fight the more guilty he feels about hurting your feelings

gives you a big, heartfelt apology with gifts and cuddles and sweet kisses and hot rough makeup sex

. . . YEONJUN !

gets so pouty omg

he will actually die and wither away from lack of attention you don’t understand this is the end for him

follows you around like a lost puppy begging for attention and kisses </3

literally whining like a big baby

genuinely doesn’t know what he did wrong

but would do absolutely anything you wanted to fix it

and you just won’t tell him what he did!! and it’s driving him insane!! just tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it and make everything right again??

will just pester you until you break

. . . BEOMGYU !

oh you wanna play games now?? beomgyu won’t talk to you either.

will make it a big competition on who can keep it up for longer or who will get sick of it first

he’s so petty it’s not even funny the silent treatment is like a warzone with him

you’re the one to break first lmao

he’s lowk even better at it than you are and it drives you insane like you’re not even the one that’s mad???

so after a while you’re just like fine ugh lol

will stop when you stop tho, ready to talk it out and apologize and make amends ^^ never holds any grudges or hard feelings about silly fights

. . . TAEHYUN !

honestly kind of pisses him off

he’s very big about open communication in your relationship so he would be irritated that you wanted to be petty about the fight instead of talking it out with him

tyun hates arguments more than anything and he will not let any dumb silent treatment last longer than an afternoon

he will get you to talk to him dammit!

but tyuns just so gentle with you, he doesn’t want to upset you any more than you already were by getting angry

 gives you your space for a bit and then will sit next to you and get you to talk with him regardless of if you like it or not

and you will make up. he will make sure of it.

he will talk to the back of your head for hours he doesn’t care try him

. . . HUENING KAI !

literally devastated

like genuinely it hurts his feelings really bad pls don’t do that to him :’(

literally pleading for you to talk to him

you being upset with him makes him physically ill actually like nauseous with distress because you got into a fight

will say he’s sorry a thousand times even if he’s not sure what he’s sorry for

you can’t keep it up with kai so vulnerable

no matter the fight you always forgive hyuka quickly because you just can’t stay mad at him

clings to you and won’t let go for the rest of the night

[junkissed]

taste like gold

★ | member — bf!mingyu x bf!woozi x f reader ★ | genre — smut, established poly relationship ★ | word count — 2.8k

★ | synopsis — jihoon's favorite way to unwind? a shower. mingyu's favorite way? a shower with jihoon.

★ | warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, dom!jihoon, sub!mingyu, sorta sub!reader. shower sex (no piv), blowjob (m), masturbation (m), edging (m), kissing (reader x gyu), cum in mouth/on face, some praise, nicknames (gyu: puppy, boyfriend, baby / reader: darling, girlfriend, baby). this is a poly fic so all three of them are in a relationship ★ | notes — a very late birthday/very early xmas present for my wonderful @onlymingyus ! i've been teasing her with this for a while so i hope you like it <3 if i had a nickel for every time i wrote a poly mingyu bathroom smut fic for mars i'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but weird that it happened twice? this fic contains mxm themes. you are responsible for the content you consume: don't like, don't read. if you're not comfortable reading then this isn't for you. i wrote this for mars because she is poly; if you do like it, she writes a lot of poly fics so i highly recommend checking out her blog! as always: feedback, asks, and reblogs with comments are super super appreciated and help me keep writing :) merry yaoi-mas everybody

it’s been yet another long day for mingyu.

he spends his precious time running around, errand after errand, phone calls and emails and meetings, and he despises it all. he has a better place to be: at home, with the two people he loves more than anything in the world. he hates being away, because every second spent away from you and jihoon is a second wasted. 

every day it gets harder and harder to leave in the morning knowing he has another tiresome, monotonous schedule ahead, with the only reprieve the promise of returning home to both of you in the evening.

he tosses his coat over the back of the couch and flips on the kitchen light, the warm yellow glow spilling into the hallway. it’s been a longer day than usual, so he’s not surprised that dinner was eaten without him. without even having to check the refrigerator he already knows you’ve saved him the leftovers: the same worn red tupperware container and a sticky note on top with a sweet message, because that’s what you always do for him. he makes a mental note to update the calendar on the fridge with his dinner reservation for three this weekend, because that’s what he always does for you.

the next things he notices are the bedroom light on, the glow coming from the crack in the doorway, and then the hum of the shower running. he know better by now than to think he’d come home to a quiet house. no matter how many times he tells you not to, even after he protests and pouts because he wants his wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend to get their beauty sleep, he always find at least one of you still awake, patiently waiting for him to join you in bed.

he wanders down the hall, gently tapping on the bedroom door before he creaks it open. you look up from your laptop in bed, and your smile when you see him lights up the room far more than the lamp in the corner.

“jihoon’s in the shower,” you let him know, and he bites his lip, leaning against the doorframe. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes wander over his body, the tight black t-shirt he always wears when he wants your attention, the one he knows makes you jealous even though you swear it doesn’t.

“should we join him?”

jihoon runs his hands through his hair, pushing the long blond strands of his bangs backwards out of his face. his shower at the end of every day is what he looks forward to most, a time to de-stress and prepare himself for another busy day. he’s never been the type of person to enjoy morning showers, but he can’t lie and say that’s the only reason he takes them at night; at night, there’s a better chance that you or mingyu will be home. and although he loves the time alone to think, company never makes it worse.

steam fills the room, surrounding his body in heat and fogging up the mirror. it’s been too long since he’s had you and mingyu all to himself, and the bathroom feels too quiet. it’s hard to coordinate schedules, but he misses the warmth of your voice filling his ears and the bubbly tone of mingyu’s giggles. he needs more than the cold, apathetic sound of water hitting tile.

but then, as if he’d conjured you from a dream, the door suddenly opens and he lifts his head at the noise. his dark eyes settle on your figure as you stand next to mingyu, dwarfed by his larger one.

droplets of water collect in jihoon’s eyelashes as he stares at you, his expression kept neutral as he tries to hold back a smirk. he knew mingyu was working later than usual tonight, so like every other night he wasn’t expecting much. but the sight of you both standing there is a welcome surprise, one that he will never turn down, and he can tell exactly what you’re asking without saying a word.

it’s silent for several seconds as his gaze locks with yours and mingyu’s, as if he’s tempting you to break the eye contact and walk away, to wait for him to cuddle you to sleep like he always does. neither of you do.

“coming?” he finally addresses you both, unable to hold back a grin in anticipation. the look on your faces is almost adorable, how blatantly eager you both are.

you’re the first to respond. you slip off your clothes and let them fall, collecting in a pile on the floor as jihoon slides back the glass door to welcome you in. your movement spurs mingyu into action, and his clothes join yours piece by piece as he strips bare, nearly stumbling over himself in his eagerness to follow you into the shower.

jihoon moves out of the way so mingyu can stand under the stream of water, sandwiching you in between them. your heart races as mingyu draws you in, rivulets of water trickling down his toned chest as his eyes silently roam over your body, and you can’t help but study him in return. 

your gaze drifts again to jihoon, who’s now standing in the corner of the shower looking pleased. you can see the flash of lust in his eyes as mingyu grips you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re standing flush against his body, and the proximity sends a shiver of desire down your spine at the knowledge that jihoon is watching.

“why don’t you take care of him, baby? i’m sure he’s had such a long day.” his tone is low and smooth as he turns his attention to mingyu, who’s been awkwardly pouring soap on a loofah but freezes at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. jihoon’s head is tilted downwards, his eyes lifted to look up at him through his eyelashes, and even though it’s not directed at you it still makes you shiver with how powerful the look is. “haven’t you, gyu?”

mingyu whimpers at the attention, unable to find the words to responds, and it only confirms in jihoon’s mind how badly he needs this. he glances back at you, your eyes so focused on mingyu that it almost makes jihoon laugh— you need this, too, just as much if not more.

you feel jihoon’s gaze on you, and you manage to pull yourself away from staring at mingyu long enough to catch his nod. you start to reach for him, your hand trailing down the defined muscles of his abdomen, but jihoon tsks out a disapproving noise before your hand can find mingyu’s cock, holding in a bated breath as you wait for instructions.

“you can do better than that, darling. don’t be shy. let him use your mouth.”

you look up at mingyu for confirmation as he nods quickly, unafraid to let his eagerness show, and without another word you drop to your knees in front of him. his eyes widen a little bit in excitement as you position yourself on the floor of the shower. his body blocks the stream of water from the shower, keeping you mostly dry as you watch trails of water race down his thighs.

mingyu reaches down in front of you and uses his hand to pump his cock to full hardness, although he was more than half hard already. jihoon just continues to smile from his spot at the other end of the shower, letting you get situated the way you like.

“go on,” he says once you’re both finally ready, two needy sets of eyes pleading at him and waiting patiently. “make yourself useful, baby. show him how much you love him.”

you turn your gaze back to mingyu with a grin, taking him in your hand as you begin to guide him into your mouth. his cock is thick, so much that you can barely wrap your hand around him, and you have to open your jaw wide to fit his tip inside your mouth. gently, gradually, you sink down further and further on his length, pausing every few seconds to inhale shakily through your nose.

you haven’t even started moving yet but mingyu’s already panting, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists as he struggles to adjust to the warm, tight feeling of your throat around his cock. after a second of turmoil he puts one hand on your head, tangling his fingers in your wet hair with a gentleness that seems out of place compared to his size. he’s always gentle with you, sometimes a little too gentle, but it only takes a word from jihoon to have him roughing you up the way you love.

behind you jihoon lets out a sigh, his gaze fixed on the scene in front of him. he takes his own cock into his hand, his fingers loosely gripping his length as you bob your head over and over again down his boyfriend’s shaft. as much as he likes to actively participate, he’s also content to just watching the two of you please each other, going round after round while he keeps control, relishing in the way both of you hang on his every word. 

you’re both so good to him, and he tightens his hand as he watches you gag around mingyu’s cock, half pretending that it’s your mouth on him instead. but he doesn’t need this as much as mingyu seems to, and to him, watching is more than half the fun. besides, there’s plenty of time for himself later, after you’ve taken care of gyu. next time, maybe he’ll bury himself deep in your pussy and make mingyu watch instead. or maybe he’ll let him take you too, because your moans always sound so much sweeter when both your boyfriends are inside of you at once.

mingyu thrusts his hips once, shallowly, experimentally, and you open your mouth wider to let him slide between your lips with ease. you reach up to put your hands on his thigh and squeeze a little, giving him a signal to continue. the veins in his biceps bulge as he squeezes his fingers around your hair, a constant stream of whines pouring from his lips like the shower water that pours down his back. 

“look at him,” jihoon commands, almost in amusement, and you swallow and crane your neck up so you can lift your eyes. the image above you is truly a sight to see, and you can’t help but preen at the sight of mingyu's fucked out expression, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed deeply in concentration as he bucks his hips into you faster.

“he loves your sweet little mouth, doesn’t he?” jihoon urges you on. your fingers dig into mingyu's thick thighs harder in an attempt to stop him from moving so much, but you're useless against him. he's practically fucking your throat, panting out breaths with both hands firmly tangled in your hair to hold your head in place. “whose mouth do you think is better, puppy? mine, or hers?”

“fuck—” mingyu stutters, and you feel his grip on your hair tighten as he struggles to concentrate enough to organize his thoughts. “both. fucking love this mouth, god��� hoonie, please—”

“please what?” jihoon says, his voice dominant yet still calm as he watches. “tell her what you want, baby. use that pretty head of yours, hm? use your words, you can do it.”

mingyu groans and scrunches his nose, trying to focus. “wanna— ah, please can i cum? can i cum in your mouth? shit, baby, i'm so close…”

you hum out a sound of acknowledgement around his cock as you glance up at jihoon, but it only makes mingyu groan louder as he feels the vibrations from your throat surrounding his sensitive, aching length. he loves the way you’re both so obedient for him, always asking permission, always being so well-behaved when he’s in charge.

jihoon stays quiet for as long as possible, drawing out the moment until mingyu looks like he's about to cry from the effort of holding back, but he finally breaks and nods. “go ahead, puppy, fill up her mouth. you've earned it. you've been such a good boy for us, love.”

at his words you let out a moan simultaneously as mingyu does, snapping his hips into your mouth a few more times as he chases the high. you try to swallow the spit that’s pooled in your mouth, but the sudden tightening of your throat is what finally sends mingyu over the edge. he pushes his cock as deep into your mouth as he can, gasping and groaning and grunting praises scattered in between cries of your name and jihoon’s.

you can feel his tip throbbing on your tongue with each rope he releases down your throat, filling your mouth until you’re forced to pull away to breathe. the rest of his cum ends up on your face as you lick your lips and swallow the thick substance in your mouth, letting out a gasp of your own as you finally inhale a full breath.

mingyu’s hands in your hair tighten for just a second before he releases you to let you sit back, bracing himself with one large palm flat against the shower wall and the other gripping your shoulder. his neck rolls backwards as he stares up at the ceiling, letting out a whine that reverberates off the tiled walls of the shower and fills the room.

as he leans to the side his body moves from the shower spray, and you shiver as the warm water hits your lower half. drops of water trickle down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, but it’s hard to tell if it’s only from the shower or if it’s sweat.

jihoon releases his length with a wince, letting out a shaky exhale as he offers you his hand. his cock twitches in sensitivity, still fully hard and now aching at the release he denied himself. but he knows you’re not done, and he knows it’ll be well worth it later. mingyu pulls you the rest of the way up, helping you balance against him after kneeling on the hard shower floor for so long.

with barely a second to let you breathe, mingyu leans forward to capture your lips, his deep voice groaning out your name as his arms slide down to sit firmly around your waist. you melt into him, automatically moaning into the kiss, and he greedily swallows your noises until it feels like he’s going to suck the breath right out of your lungs.

he kisses you harder, one hand falling to your hip while the other reaches up to cup your jaw and guide your mouth further into him, his tongue prodding between your lips in a way that makes you feel warm from the inside out. he can taste the remnants of salty bitterness on your tongue, and it only makes him whimper into your mouth in delight.

his eyes are hazy when you finally pull away from the kiss. he pulls you into his chest and holds you tight, your cheek pressed against his warm skin as you feel his heart pounding. his arms are strong around you, his thick muscles sliding around you easily from the water and sweat, one hand holding the back of your head to keep you against him.

mingyu waves his arm and then you feel jihoon behind you, brushing your wet hair off your back so he can leave kisses across your shoulder before moving in closer. jihoon’s hands glide between your bodies, cupping your breasts as he holds you between him and mingyu.

you can feel how hard he still is pressed against your ass, but before you have a chance to say anything, jihoon reaches to flip the water off with a flick of his wrist. the temperature in the bathroom instantly falls at the loss of the hot water, but with the two men around you it’s barely even noticeable.

jihoon is the first to let go, sliding back the glass door and stepping onto the bath mat to start handing out towels, and mingyu is suddenly very, very grateful that he doesn’t have work tomorrow because it’s clear that none of you will be getting any sleep until dawn. but there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be right now, clean and comfortable and happy with the two people he loves more than anything.

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[kurooangel]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ HELP HIM OUT .ᐟ

★ synopsis: you lend him a hand with his work.

★ content: smut. timeskip haikyuu. semi public sex.

★ featuring: kuroo tetsuro, miya osamu, kozume kenma,

❝ KUROO TETSURO ❞

he is in an important meeting, trying to focus and having a proper conversation, which is hard having you under his desk with your mouth full of him. his breath is heavy but he keeps focusing on the man his talking with, until he feels the need to free himself. he glares at you when you moan with his dick in your mouth, but grabs your hair and fucks himself deep into your throat. he cums after a few thrusts more as the man congratulates him because of the success of his all stars project.

❝ MIYA OSAMU ❞

he is recounting the money onigiri miya has earned this week, focused on his notebook and the cash next to it. there are a few costumers being attended by his employees, and both of you are in a secluded room, just for staff. he grunts when you start kissing his neck from behind, your hands finding their way to his chest beneath his black shirt. when you moan in his ear, it's your ending. both of you know that any of his employees could walk in the room at any moment, but he doesn't care. he needs to teach his pretty girl to behave, so he fucks you deep and hard on the table, leaving love bites in your neck. "this is why you get for being such an impatient, eager brat"

❝ KOZUME KENMA ❞

he is steaming. he is been during three days since he's doing the extensible challenge, that consist of adding more time to the live stream timer with each donation from the viewers. but you miss him so, so much. he adjusted the angle of the camera so people can't see how good you're cockwarming him, your warm and gummy walls hugging him so perfect that he feels in heaven.for his viewers, you're just sat on your boyfriend's lap like the cute couple you are. for him, you're the biggest tease in the world. with every subtle move, you feel him grow harder in you. his grip on your hips tightening every now and then to keep you in place.

MASTERLIST. reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3

[pushingdaisies1]

♡ ·˚꒰𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮˚ˑ༄

{❥} Pairing: Dorian Storm x (gender-neutral!!) reader , Orym of the Air Ashari x (gender-neutral!!) reader {❥} Summary: The night of the ball was hectic if you wanted to sum it down in the best.. condensed way. With your group's go-to job finished, the night really had only begun. What rips you out of your haze of adrenaline was one of your closest friends breaking off from the group. Dorian announces his leave and you can't help but feel your walls breaking. Finally, as you were getting now just used to this group, your friend was embarking off. Somehow, some way the warm and affirming holding of hands by your klepto faun companion Fearne can not reel you out of the sudden pit in your chest. Taking a deep breath in, something clicks at the worst time possible.

{❥} Authors Note: Sooo uh life update, my water is all fucked up! Literally, there's a blockage by my kitchen sink (I tink) .. so that's fun. I decided to celebrate me finally getting up to episode 14 of 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 by writing this. We'll forever miss you Dorian<3 , love that air genasi sm. Alsoooo - this is a rewrite of an earlier blurb!! Right here is the link to it if you'd like to read the original piece.

{❥} CWS (Content Warnings): I really dont think there is any sort of warnings for this (ONE is that its semi proofread so there may be spelling mistakes) ... except the fact that it may be spoilers for episode 14 of Bell's Hells? This is just a small one for anyone who isn't totally caught like... me LOL. But uh yeah - other than that I think that's really it! If there's anymore I should add to the warnings, please let me know. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ・ Your group's job for Eshteross was at first.. simple. Easy he said! , this would help your group keep a constant tracker on a madman! Though if you were going to be entirely honest, this job was never going to be easy. None of you really could expect how the night would take a hard turn. ・ The entire mission was its whole win and disaster all in one, and it didn't help that the guard clearly knew of you and your group's physical descriptions and so on. But for now, that wasn't the main focus, what WAS the main focus was getting back to Eshteross manor.

・ As you all regrouped back at the home of Ariks Eshteross, the air was pretty stale. Ashton had their shit absolutely kicked in, again - the guard had somewhat knowledge of the descriptions of the "Bells Hellions", coming to the conclusion that every one of you was entirely worn out.

・ The air relaxes a bit as Dorian shows off his now less invisible brother. The poor guy had one hell of a night, and even with his mistakes before he clearly meant no harm. Your eyes glanced over as you saw Dorian tense at the mention of the Green Seekers trying to put the blame for the tower robbery on Cyrus. Letting out a weak but frustrated - "They think he's me."

・ Cyrus explains himself a little bit more, talking about how he was mostly in the dark with all of Emoths business. Eshteross snaps his cane down to the hardwood floor grounding and brings up a solution. Smuggiling Cyrus out of the area, at least out of Marquet with the use of his skyship. ・ As He brings up how the Green Seekers, Paragons Call, and all of the.. less friendly aquatics would be looking for a specific look of a person. Laudna immediately catches on as you as well notice the large and stoic half-orcs eyes somewhat narrow at Dorian. With Laudna pointing this out you, Fearne, and Orym speak up. -> "Yeah! I don't think we should be jumping the gun with Cyru-"

・ Eshteross .. sadly brings up another good enough point. Even though Cyrus didn't look like someone with any true cruel intentions, he even admitted he wasn't good at the whole art of crimeing. Eshteross began to somewhat poke at him with the fact that Cyrus couldn't possibly figure out a way to get out of Jrusar, especially on his own. Even keep a low profile at that. ・ Dorian replies out of the blue, saying he would join in with the smuggling of both him and his brother out of the city. Everyone tries to bring up a hypothetical solution. Ranging from changing appearances to paying off Cyrus's frustrating bounty, even to gaining new identities (courtesy of you.) But by the somber air Genasi's look, he had clearly made up his decision.

・ Eshteross commends you and your group, saying that you all in the end succeeded. Commenting about the fact that your group was one of a kind by his judgment with your group's drive to survive. Leaving you all to go deal with the paperwork, you all talked out your differences about this new decision. ・ For you, you couldn't help but feel like your heart was crinkling up like a worn piece of parchment. Dorian leaving?? , what the fuck?? It wasn't like you didn't understand why he was leaving. Family comes first before everything. He didn't even stop to mention that your group was like family. But something was tugging at you , why of all of the days did this had to happen? Why the fuck couldn't you be more upfront? ・ Ever since your adventures started with originally the Crowns Keepers, you always had a sort of admiration for Dorian. Even if he could be a little bit of a clutz, he had that eloquence to him. He may be a little bit awkward but he paid up for that in his caring remarks. One way or another always looking for ways to brighten up a crowd or bring any sort of form of performance into the mix. That was only just the start of your rabbit hole. ・ Before you always pushed off telling him about it, talking about how one day you'll lose track of each other and forget about one another. But Dorian was nothing close to forgettable. Your mind tricked you, and you immediately fell head over heels for the charming air genasi. Fearne could see you slowly start to spiral, inching her hand closer to yours as a way to calm you. ・ You gave her a look of hurt, she shared that same resemblance. Your eyes were filled with a sort of betrayal but one not of a softer blow. This was for the best, and Cyrus was of his flesh and blood. But you couldn't really just blurt out an "I LOVE YOU!" in the middle of your and your friend's pity circle. Besides that, you couldn't really just leave.

・ You couldn't lie to yourself, you did miss your friends from before. Dariax and his loveable air-head personality, Opal and her sporadic but thrilling move of action. Fy'rai of course with her leader, headstrong demeanor. Those were your people but now... Bells Hells are as well. You had fallen for all of their quirks and downsides, seeing that there was (similar to Eshteross) something valuable within this group. ・ Not to mention that Orym and Fearne were still staying, those two were basically your ride or die. You counted all your friends as that, but at a point in time it was just you and your spoon huddle. Now with one of you leaving, it hurt just a little bit. You felt Fearne gently graze your knuckles with her decrepit hand, giving you a pitiful smile. She very much could feel how this was a hard time for you, especially Orym.

・ Not too long ago you could tell the halfling shared your similar thoughts on Dorian. Honestly, who wouldn't be so in love with this gracious being! In a way you wanted to push Orym to say something, but you could tell he had some baggage in the feelings department. Though he could also pretty much tell what was wrong with you by that continuous stare you had.

・ Though in regular Dorian fashion, you all gathered around for a somewhat more upbeat round of wine. Sitting with one another and toasting to your newfound group along for toasting some more for a safe passage, no one really left out dealing sass (well deserved) to Cyrus. He may have no real malicious intent in his body, he was also... a little bit dumb, but hey- for some that's attractive.

・ You all share drinks, stories, and some sort of combination of laughter and bitter-sweet words with one another. Your closing off a certain chapter with the way a majority of you met, it was a touching sight to see. Even if Cyrus was keeping more to himself with this environment, he'd put in his input which made you smile in a sort of warmness that could only be defined as friendly. Your spoon formation lamented over the fact that it would be one less spoon in the mix. ・ With songs sung and the sharing of some aggressive Pate and Bertrand plushie smooches, it was time for Dorian to leave. Though you and the others didn't stop at mentioning to Dorian to call through the sending stone if needed. Making sure to drive home yours and Orym's words that Dorian was farthest from a burden and that all of the evidence they needed was clear to everyone. ・ As Dorian starts to make his way out with Cyrus, and Eshteross leading them to the now pulled-up carriage, you stop him for just a moment for one more final ... "tah tah" for now. You remembered a certain sun brooch that always rested on your person and unclasped it off of you. Dorian gave you an interested look before noticing you putting it on him, you took a deep breath in. Your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery as can be. "Dont you ever fucking forget you have allies with us, you hear me?" You say while trying to sound as serious as you can without breaking down into a mess of tears. He chuckled at this, looking at you with a compassionate glance. "I could never forget about my family here, not any last one of you. I could never lie about how you all mean to me, especially you." He says, the last part a little more hushed.

・ You couldn't help but smile, even if a little cracked, and gently grace your hands over the now pinned brooch. He gave you one final smile as well and gently placed a kiss on your cheek before sharing with you a quick but firm hug. You walked back to the others as you watched Dorian walk out with Cyrus and head right over to the carriage.

・ Testing out the sending stone was Fearne, acting like a frantic mother, until Orym took it away trying to quell her nerves, your face couldn't help but keep on smiling. You knew Dorian was always a person of keeping promises, and by how random the act of fate was your paths would always cross sometime soon. At least that's what you hoped but time would only tell.

・ You all watched them ride off, as well as catching a look at some thieving child stealing the once floating wooden airship. That was those interrupted as Eshteross closed the front doors of the manor, taking a turn back to everyone else. You all were a little skeptical if Eshteross was a little mad, but surprisingly (the dwindling adrenaline playing with your worries) he wasn't at all.

・ He decided to do the reassurance, by reminding you all about how you were his problem solvers of that night. Even if your ways were somewhat a little bit messy, your group got shit done. Though he had a point, everyone was worn out and pretty fucking tired, it was time to head to bed.

・ Which is what you all did as Eshteross gave each and every one of you rooms to sleep in for the night. You couldn't help but take some time to pace around anxiously, what if something happens on the way to Emon, what if they- until your walking stops by the sudden rhythmic knock. Walking up to the door.. it was Orym. You had decided to take your own room to cool down so this was a surprise.

・ This all led to a long and winded talk, away from all of the others. The main subject? , was, of course, Dorian. No bad words were shared, though Orym bared his soul to you about what he was feeling about the sudden departure. You did the same and a new , pure respect was seemingly gained between the two of you. Maybe being in the same boat wasn't so bad. ・ You bidded him a "goodnight" and watched as he headed back to his and Fearnes shared room. You let out a content sigh before turning back to your mostly dusty bed, but that was the least of your worries. All you wanted to do was wrangle your frantic thought process to hold and get some well-deserved rest, maybe even rest up old wounds when you're at it.

・ Turning over to the nearest wall, focusing in on it, you finally let sleep take over you and your mind. Your last thoughts were on Dorian and what work would be approached about the next day, then again all you needed to do was play the waiting game as is. Though you wouldn't hate that, with those final thoughts you finally let sleep FULLY consume your consciousness. Tomorrow was going to be good, you just knew it.

[mimiamorewon]

—★ mdni, reblogs appreciated 

content: short angst, explicit language, slight toxicity, suggestive/ sexual content (phone $ex from one party), implied masturbation, sexual tension, pet names (doll & sweetheart)

word count: 1.9k

not proof read!

You & Toji had just got in one of the most heated fights recently, not being anything new, but being worst than before. So bad, in fact, that you stormed out of his house, vowing to never look back. part of you wanted to never to see him again but the other part— one you hated to admit— wanted him to chase you right out of that door. 

But he didn’t.

The argument had started over something petty- your tendency to leave lights on, maybe—but it snowballed into a shouting match where old wounds just happened to be reopened. You faced accusations like daggers, and he parried with cold indifference that stung worse than any insult.

once you arrrived home, you attempted to convince yourself you didn’t really mind, attempting to keep up that facade even when you were by yourself. you had just gotten in bed after taking a shower and doing all of your nightly routine things, the whole time trying to push the argument out of your head, and still- with not a single text or call from Toji. you were always the one to apologize first since you would usually initiate the arguments, and this was the first time you’ve ever left in such a rage, so you decided to test Toji.

just how long could he refrain from texting or calling you? it wasn’t like you cared or anything… but somehow every notification you got from your phone made your heart beat just a little louder in anticipation that Toji had finally reached out.

in frustration, you simply turned your phone off, and angrily turned your back to it.

You stared at the ceiling, the quiet of your apartment almost suffocating. Part of you ached to hear his voice, even if it was just to fight some more. The other part hated that you felt so desperate for him. pathetic you thought bitterly to yourself, dozing off.

-

Toji leaned back in his bed, his hand hovering over the phone. he suddenly smirked to himself, knowing the power he had over you. his thumb finally pressed ‘call.’ He always loved getting under your skin, but this time it had gone too far, and he hated how much he needed to hear your voice again

-

what felt like only 5 minutes after dozing off and finally falling asleep, you heard your phone ringing. after being woke up, you check the time on your phone, and it was around 1:30 am. 

Toji? you thought. It couldn’t be anyone else.

still groggy and half-asleep, you stare at Tojis name and contact, glaring brightly onto your face. Childishly, you debate whether you should simply just let it ring… but your curiousity got the best of you, and against your better judgement, you answered. 

You exhale, hoping you were making the right decision by answering. “What do you want?” you snapped, your voice sharp as you propped yourself up on your elbow. there had been a moment of silence in the other end of the call, a silence that almost made your stomach sink. should I have answered differently? you thought. Suddenly, a low, mocking chuckle came through the speaker, immediately taking back your previous thought.

“Took you long enough to answer y/n,” Toji continued, his voice smooth but with a familiar edge of smugness, “miss me yet?”

you roll your eyes as far as you can into the back of your skull and grip the phone tighter, “now why the hell would I miss you?” Another laugh. deeper this time. like your anger amused him to no end. “I dunno, doll. y’ tell me. You’ve been waitin’ for this call, haven’t you? Lying there, pretending like you just don’t care… you act like we haven’t been together for almost 3 years. ‘m not stupid.”

his words set a fire in your chest. he was right. he was so right that it inevitably pissed you off to your core, and before you could even think about what came out of your mouth, you snapped.

“I hate you.”

..the line went quite for what felt like forever. you almost believed that he had hung up, moving the phone from your face to check the screen. You heard a faint click from the other end, and It wasn’t until a few beats later that Toji would give you his response, long and drawn-out, as if he were savoring every word.

“Say that again.”

Your breath slightly stopped, flinching at his words, and realizing too late that this game you started was dangerous.. sooo dangerous.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, but the pulse from your chest had betrayed you. “what?” you questioned, not knowing if you had pissed him off or if he simply hadn’t heard you the first time. 

you cleared your throat slightly. “I said.. I hate you.” saying it this time felt slightly different. maybe it was because of the embarrassment that came with repeating yourself, but it made it seem as if you didn’t mean it (you didn’t.)

the silence once again dragged on. it was unbearable. you lips had parted to say something- anything- maybe even apologize. was he really hurt? but then, Toji spoke again, his voice just a pitch lower. rougher. dripping with something… hungry.

“say it again.”

you froze. what’s he getting at? you thought, removing your phone from your ear for a second in what seemed like disbelief. “what? are you deaf-“

“you heard me.” his tone slightly sharpened as he cut you off, twisting your stomach all in knots. “…well why’d you stop? keep telling me you hate me.” his words almost coming off as a challenge.

maybe if you weren’t so pissed off at Toji you would’ve heard the zip! that emerged not long after his last few words.

the demand from toji sent a thrilling heat to your cheeks, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. At this point, he’d make you repeat it until you forced yourself to admit you missed him like hell. “you’re actually fucking insane” you hissed, trying to force yourself to sound disgusted, your heart hammering louder and faster in your chest. 

“‘nd yet your still on the phone with me.. hanging on to every word. sweetheart..”, his words suspiciously breathy, not as rough as they were initially, with a hint of amusement laced in his words “if you hated me so badly, you would’ve hung up already. but you can’t, can you?”

you grew internally aggravated at the fact that he could read you so easily, clenching your teeth harder with every word he spoke. 

“Oh, I get it now,” he continued, his voice now taking on a mockingly tone. “You like that shit. that little spark of anger you think scares me off. it’s the most honest thing about you. And it’s all for me.” he cooed in a childish voice.

“what the fuck are you even talking about? The most honest thing? seriously. Are you actually trying to piss me off?” you babbled with anger, “You’re delusional.” your voice wavering slightly.

“Am I?” His chuckle was dark, laced with a dangerous sort of glee. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were lying in that bed of yours, squeezing the outside of your phone like it’s my throat. Maybe wishing it was my hand on yours instead. Or maybe…” Tojis voice getting raspier by the minute, “You’re thinking about what it’d feel like if I pinned you down. made ya’ say it to my face.” he teased in a whisper, almost as if he were taking pleasure in his own sick and twisted scenario. you could practically hear his mischievous grin through the phone.

but nonetheless, a sharp heat pooled in your stomach, your body physically reacting and slightly arching off your bed in response. “fuck I hate you..” you uttered out of frustration followed by a sigh, pinching the space in between your eyebrows and scrunching up your face in response. your voice slightly trembling in a way that made you cringe.

then suddenly, toji groaned. you almost hung up the phone then and there. the sound sent absolute shivers down your spine. “y/n,” he let out, “s-say it again.”

was he trying to tease you? until you took it back? if so… it was fucking working.“stop it-” you shot back, your face burning now.

“you don’t really want me to.” Tojis voice was a velvety poison, wrapping around you. trapping you. “you must want me to make you repeat yourself. over and over. until you choke on it.”

“f-fuck you.” you shut your eyes tightly. trying to maintain the facade of hating Tojis guts entirely (& failing miserably).

“you’d love that would’nt you?” his laugh low and almost out of breath, enjoying every second of this. “You jus’ don’t realize how much I love hearing that you hate me. you can’t even pretend to hate me, and we both know it. but the way you sound like you uhngh— mean it…” his words were followed with a slow exhale. making your thighs press together instantly. 

“Toji—“

“Louder,” he interrupted, the sick request lathered in a sinful tone. “say it like you’re about to break.”

“I hate you!” you almost screamed, more out of desperation to just shut him the hell up more than anything else.

a low groan, transitioning into a flamboyant moan grumbled through the speaker, and for a moment, you swear you could hear his breaths getting shorter and shorter. quicker. as if he were in a rush. “F-Fuck that’s good..” his voice deep and ragged. you started to hear a faint squelching in the distance of Tojis mic. your attitude slowly fading and sitting up in your bed as if that would help you hear it better. “keep going. tell me again.”

in that moment, you tried to decipher if toji meant for you to hear his length being fucked into his fist, living out some kind of sick fantasy, or if he were trying to keep up a front and act like he simply wanted you to regret your words. if that were the case, he’d been doing terribly.

you knew exactly what he was doing.

you could practically picture in your head what the scene would look like. Toji, one hand holding the phone to his ear, the other stroking viciously up and down his huge length, from the veins along it crossing every which way, to the pink curved tip. his legs sprawled out along his bed sheets and his boxers still hung around his ankles, head cocked back with his mouth lazily in the shape of an o, almost drooling while he listened to you talk. you also imagined that same face he made before he came, making him look frustrated. focused even. focused on one thing. the whole scenario was making you unbelievably wet, your cunt throbbing uncontrollably.

your mouth opened, but the words just didn’t come out. silence only stretching once again, his breath along with the faint squelching sound in the distance being the only source of noise on the line. it made your stomach flutter furiously. and just when you thought you’d broke him, his voice turned soft. too soft. the same voice he used when he wanted something from you. when he was desperate. Toji was never one to go below his “normal self” to get what he wants. but his overwhelming power only ever so often would be loosened. only ever for you.

“hey y/n.”

“…y-yes?” Your pulse quickened as his voice grew softer. darker. The way he drawed out your name made your thighs press together involuntarily. you suddenly heard three rough knocks through your front door, making you sit up in your bed, your blood running cold as you look towards your bedroom door.

“open this door for me.”

You stared at the door, heart pounding in your chest. how the fuck did he get here so fast? wasn’t he just?… His voice came through again, deeper this time, dripping with something dangerous.

“come on sweetheart. don’t make me break it down.”

in that moment you were unsure if you were terrified or thrilled. who would’ve known Toji was such a masochist?

#suprised toji can even afford a phone fr

#this has been sitting in my drafts! felt silly, might delete later

[maxtermind]

Loooved part 3!

But pretty please make them make up 🥹

MAKING UP WITH YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND

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⋆ PART 1 ⋆ PART 2 ⋆ PART 3 ⋆ PART 4

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[loaksbitch]

blame tumblr for deleting my draft and make me rework this with rush— now girlies, imagine jealous neteyam pull you to his side, claiming you as his yes? this is the long awaited update (pt 3) of the i trusted you series.

warnings - hard angst, vulgar language, jealous neteyam i repeat, JEALOUSY NETEYAM! ugh, cussing, neteyam is tired of hurting and trying, kiri is best girl for boosting up neteyam to make a step kinda? that’s it for now!

likes and reblogs are appreciated for the final part! i love each and every one of you babies mwah!! — 3.2k wc and poor-ish grammar

“i want to trust you.” — neteyam sully (★,꩜)

here’s part (one) – (two) — (four) of this series

neteyam’s state wasn’t good when he went back home.

you’re leaving the clan because of him, you’re leaving your home, your childhood, your everything because of him.

you’re leaving him because of him.

still not accepting the words you’ve said to him, he hadn’t noticed his younger sister waiting for him right when he got back to the village, hunting long forgotten.

kiri on other hand had enough, she’s tired of seeing her brother suffer for what he was trying to make right, especially after that night. the night she saw her perfect brother kneel in front of a female na’vi begging you not to go.

“neteyam,” his name being called, pulls him out from his thoughts and his tired eyes land on his sister who has her arms crossed against her chest. “what part of leave me alone don’t they understand?” neteyam silently says under his breath

“you know i can hear you right?” kiri scoffs

“what part of i want to be alone don’t you all understand?” this time he says it clearly and louder. neteyam doesn’t give her time before walking past her and if only if it wasn't for her next words? he wouldn’t have frozen at his spot.

“if you love her, go for her.”

there she goes again, now he needs to tell her he doesn’t want to hear anything about that future mate of his, that female na’vi he doesn’t even want.

“kiri.” he starts to turn and face her, his amber eyes swollen and puffy it makes her sad. “i’ll say this for the last time, i don’t want anyone to bring äy—“

“i’m not talking about äyea and you know it.”

his heart dropped, amber eyes slightly widening like he was caught. neteyam searches for more explanation from his sister, kiri softly smiles and he definitely knows who she’s talking about

“y/n, neteyam, i’m talking about y/n.” his skin itches at your name being called and he walks fast to his sister before grabbing her by her arms. nobody has to know, not like this and he won't risk to lose you like this

“look, you can’t tell no one, okay?” he’s shaking his sister so hard that her shoulders are hurting. “i can't lose her, if the clan knows they’ll take her away from me.” his body is trembling, neteyam’s mind was too occupied with the worst scenarios that would happen if they find out about you just like this.

kiri closes her eyes and calms herself before trying to do the same for her brother. “nete, calm down” she places her small hands on his cheek. “you’ve to calm down, for her?” she knew you’re his weakness and he would do anything with your name

“i won’t tell anyone.” kiri watches neteyam’s eyes blink, confused and processing her words, “but you must tell them, everyone, tell everyone neteyam.”

he’s slowly sliding his hands down her arms and letting her go, what is she saying?

“i saw everything, the night she knew about it and how you were.” kiri didn’t want to look like she sneaked into someone's business. “i’ve never seen you so weak like this brother, you’re giving up something that makes you happy.”

where is this going? why is she not yelling at him that he failed to be perfect?

“i know you’re soon to be mated but why when you’re not happy? not wanting it, not in love.” neteyam takes every word of hers carefully. “if this is the future you want with her then make a progress.”

“i’m tired of hearing you cry yourself to sleep, starve yourself and worry mom and dad.” he felt like a child. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs and kiri sighs, “you don’t have to apologize for everything.”

neteyam was feeling his heartbeats quickening at his younger sister's words but it’s also painful when he remembers he can’t do that cause you’re gonna be gone, soon… very soon.

“she’s le-leaving,” his words are cut when his voice quivers, kiri gasps at the news. “she said she feels like she doesn’t belong here.” he’s now looking down to avoid kiri’s eyes or he’ll cry

“she’s leaving me, kiri” his sister only pulls him close to hug him and he drops his body on her, head on her shoulder. “i love her and she’s leaving, i’m losing her.” he wants the pain to end, he’s tired of hurting

“oh brother.” kiri pats his head, even though neteyam was the smartest and perfect to hide his emotions, this was too much. he’s literally crumbling down. “it’ll be okay, everything will be okay.”

“it will be okay, everything will be okay.” your mother pats your hair when you lean on her shoulders and cry. all you do is cry, you feel bad.

you’re debating on leaving everything behind and running to your neteyam but then again there’s his future mate being a wall to your love. “it’ll be over soon when we leave.”

if not soulmates why bound to fall in love and hurt?

eywa was not fair, she’s not fair with her doings and you don’t want it. you want him, you want your man, you want neteyam, you miss him so bad.

the ritual is in two days and you’re not ready to watch them or give them your blessing as a part of a clan. once the ceremony is done you know they’ll go home, you don’t even want to think what they’ll do after that.

they’ll have a fruit of love, a baby in the future… what about you? supposed to move on? no, you can’t do that.

“we’ve got to get ready, my sweet child,” your mother says as she eyes the hammock that sheltered you for years. everything is packed, ready and done.

while you’re struggling to make the pain hurt less, neteyam is struggling to make his heart beat less.

it’s now an eclipse and everyone is ready for dinner, “mom! what’s for dinner?” tuk whines when netyiri brings the bowls and trays at the wooden table. “you’ll see baby” she kneels down to finally join her family.

it doesn’t fail to catch her by surprise when her first born is sat across the right side of the table. “neteyam?” her eyes start to whelm when her son smiles at her, oh how she missed having him around the table to eat with them.

“he’s here just like you want him.” jake says and neteyam nods.

neytiri only lets soft laugh out and places a bowl for him. “eat this, it’ll help you get strength for your training.” she motions him to take his food.

kiri silently watches everyone, a smile painting her lips as she sips on her soup.

“tastes good?” neteyam nervously nods, the only thing he’s thinking is a way to bring up his love topic to them. it wasn’t much late before he’s opening his mouth to speak and lo’ak suddenly interrupted

“dad, mom i ne–…”

“tuk stop doing that, you’ll choke.” lo’ak scolds at his sister and neteyam shuts his lips quick. maybe it’s the right thing not to say anything right now.

“tuk, listen to your brother honey” jake says and turns to neteyam, “what were you saying son?”

neteyam shakes his head, “never mind i’ll talk to you guys later.” he doesn’t ignore how kiri lightly groans when he backs out. “i’ll head inside now.” he rubs his sweaty hands on his thighs and gets back to his feet

“you didn’t even touch your food.” now that’s a lie, he actually scooped two times and ate.

“i ate mom, it’s delicious t-thanks.” he hates when the last word breaks. on eywa he’s so nervous.

kiri was quick to follow his steps when he left and luckily her parents didn't question. she was fast to catch up with her brother and yanks his arms to make him face her, “what was that?” she raises her eyebrows

“what was what?”

“don’t play dumb with me right now.” kiri warns and neteyam clears his throat

“i’m scared okay!” he hissed, “i’m so fucking nervous my skin is crawling to leave my bones.” his sister only rolls her eye, “seriously— we’ve talked about this! not being a little scared ass to be telling them.”

“what happened to that?” she crosses her arms.

“kiri,” he sighs and drops his head down, shoulders easing. “you don’t understand how dangerous this is, what if–“

“what if they hurt her?”

neteyam was awfully silent and that answers her question. “you know mom and dad, they don’t do anything about what you care and love…” kiri slowly stops when neteyam shakes his head

“not them,” it’s not them he’s scared of, it’s äyea’s parents he’s scared of, he knows they would do anything to make their little perfect daughter that matches with him, or whatever they say.

kiri presses her lips to a straight line before clicking her tongue.

this is gonna be a bad idea or the best idea she has ever made and decided to tell him aways. neteyam’s eyes widen when his sister pulls him away from their family, what she’s gonna tell him is the only chance to get you back and win your trust and she’s sure neteyam will do it,

do anything for you.

೫ time skip — mating ritual ceremony

your new outfit makes your curves more defined, way more defined than your usual loin clothes that you wear.

your skin shining smoothly, the leaves barely covering your breast, you looked ethereal with your hair not braided and freely displayed all over your shoulders

“honey, are you ready?”

your mother’s words make you gulp and suck a deep breath. “we must be there early to leave early!” she tells while being in the other room.

you finally check yourself and talk back, “yeah, i’m ready.” you whisper morley to yourself? swallowing the lump on your throat.

“yeah, i’m ready.” neteyam closes his eyes and breaths trying to focus on not messing up everything, he’s not even sure if you’ll show up and some part of him wishes you do show up

extra loincloths and decorations on his body makes him uncomfortable with its weight crushing him down.

netyiri proudly looks at her son’s figure while the kids are outside, “mother.” the sudden call of her name, netyiri answers quickly. “what is it? nervous?”

neteyam gulps down his fear and walks to her, “i love you” netyiri feels her eyes tear up and smile at him, “your mom loves you too, baby.” neteyam envelopes her with a hug and netyiri cries to his shoulder telling him how he’s grown up

“now don’t mess my face up with tears! let’s get you ready there.” it’s time to face reality and wait for his soon to be mate come

when he’s out of his hammock, he’s greeted with his family smiling at him and jake’s proud smile. even half of the clan was standing at his hammock.

“neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan” everyone chants and neteyam feels his inside clench in discomfort. he doesn’t want this if it’s not with you, everything makes him sick. “c’mon son, let’s get you to the trees of voice, your mate is waiting.”

what the fuck, that was what neteyam said inside his head. what does his father mean when he’s gonna meet his mate under the trees of voice? it was all about you and him, neteyam would never mate with some random girl he is set up with in a place with memories filled with yours

neteyam turns to his sister and kiri has the same expression because what is this bullshit?

“nete’ she’s waiting for you.” his mother placed her hand on his back. no, no, no— his own feet are betraying him when he realize he’s walking and the clan opens way for him straight long line created till where he’s supposed to see äyea

you on other hand stand in line with the people and pray under your breath for eywa to give you a strength not to cry or make a scene, especially when they will be bound where you thought you and neteyam would have been

it doesn’t take long when starts to cheer as the future Olo'eyktan starts to get closer and closer.

lo’ak was the first one you saw from the sully families while he’s holding tuk close to him so she won’t get lost in the crowed. “Aeyaeyaeyaeyaye!” the clan yells

neteyam’s eyes keep searching for specific someone which is you, eyes desperately looking for you and feeling more scared and anxious when he can’t figure out your face from the crowd he takes a deep breath

you finally take his figure to your sight and god he was so beautiful.

your breath hitches at his appearance, the dangling material on his forehead making him look more attractive than he already is, you realize it’s so hard to let go of him.

you suck a deep breath when his eyes lands at yours and neteyam halts his pace, confusing everyone for a second. your tears are fast to blur your vision and you blink before looking away from him

his heart cracks when you do look away, you don’t want to see him and he understands

once neteyam passed you, the crowd surrounds him and cheers when he stepped close to where äyea is found.

you hate how your mother looks at you sympathetically while her hands grip yours tighter, “it’ll be over soon” she whispers to you but you shrug her off, only watching things unfold in front of you as your heart breaks

“it will be over soon.” neteyam says to himself

it’s sickening how everyone can’t notice this is not supposedly to happen, kiri’s plan better work or he’ll seriously fuck this ritual up and run away with you.

“son.” äyea’s father greets him and neteyam, bringing his hand to his forehead. “ty’mar, i see you.” he then turns to his soon to be mate’s mother and repeat his actions.

the way äyea was smiling makes your throat hurt from desperately wanting to cry.

‘no, don’t tell her you see her neteyam. please. please.’

äyea softly giggles when neteyam stands in front of her and blush, “neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan” the way she tries to voice out his name makes neteyam feel sick.

“i see you.” she says but neteyam doesn’t bother to say it back making her smile slightly fall.

netyiri also notices how neteyam is acting, what would possibly be bothering him? definitely not everything.

after everyone was introduced to each other, the ceremony began. drinks were served, everyone clapping and dancing to the songs the na’vi’s are singing.

you’re a little far away from the crowd to breath clear air and dry your tears that constantly burn your eyes. your eyes are on neteyam who isn’t enjoy one bit of the ceremony while his soon to be mate squirms and waves her hands up

both of them are sitting on a throne-like wooden chair, both of their parents beside them just say like them.

this is so depressing how awkward and uncomfortable it looks and actually is. you think, brining the drink to your mouth

you didn’t notice the na’vi male sneaking behind you that actually has been staring at you since you joined the crowd in line. “enjoying the party from far doesn’t seem too boring after all.”

you’re now jumping in fear when a breath hits the back of your ear.

“mother eyaw! who the fu–” you scream and stumble in panic, but before you’re falling you feel strong arms hold you on your ground. “shit, I should've announced i came, i’m sorry.”

you’re about to tell him it’s okay and leave when he’s offering his hand for a shake.

“i’m no’xus, by the way.” great, now you’re stuck talking with someone.

“y/n.” you say and turn over to place your drink on the talk flat table looking object, it’s obvious you’re ignoring him and uninterested but he keeps talking

“why’re you not dancing?” the tall na’vi asks and you face him before speaking, “because i don’t want to?” you just want this over and privacy, how hard can it get to understand!?

“mhm,” the male hums, “wanna dance with me?” at his offer, you scoff mentally and realize you’re not getting him away from you soon– before you reject him, a strong glare radiating from far makes your body tingle

it was neteyam, sending glares to the male who was next to you while sitting far away.

you didn’t bother it at first but the way neteyam’s face twists makes your brow raise. why is he bothered? jealous? if no’xus had not cleared his throat, you would’ve forgotten about what he just said.

“look notoxo, i really don’t feel like…” you watch him awkwardly chuckle and correct you.

“it’s no’xus not notoxo.”

“you know what? fuck it, let’s dance.” you’re pulling him to the crowd, maybe it’s the drink or maybe it’s him, it’s neteyam making you do this.

your mother was long gone to where you don’t know, no’xus was just a bonus to get your frustration out and you’re now dancing with him. too occupied to bother, you haven’t noticed how neteyam’s nose are flaring in anger

neteyam watches how you’re dancing and it’s very obvious it’s targeted to get him out of his mind

he is not even listening to äeya and brought himself up from his throne-like seat. rage and anger is in him, this needs to fucking stop or he’ll rip the male’s hand that’s holding you by your waist and moving you sides to side

all of his fear gone when the na’vi’s eyes are on him when he’s stepping down from his seat and walking straight to you

neteyam ignores his father’s call, sight on you and you only. you didn’t notice how he’s dangerously close until no’xus stopped his moving. “what is it?” you’re annoyed when your distracted self is brought back to reality

“put your hands off of her.” it was an order and no’xus looked at him manically. “i’m not fucking repeating myself.” all the na’vi’s are confused, even his parents and äeya’s family.

your body is jerked away from the stranger you just met and you hiss when neteyam tugs you close to him. what is he thinking? in front of everyone? his last words makes the whole omatikaya village gasp and whisper.

“fucking let go of what’s mine and find your own mate.” neteyam scowl’s dangerously.

how’re we feeling, sweets? are we feeling anxious? excited? invested? spill in the comments cause i love reading your thoughts sjsjsj

also do you guys want a toe curling smut at the end or no? since neteyam is aged up!20 years old in this series, lmk in the comments if you want smut — tag list in the comments &lt;3

[grimmweepers]

— ★ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: how they go about with snatching your panties :3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: (all separate) gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, yuuji, x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k | masterlist | byf/dni

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fem!bodied reader, modern au, yuuji is aged up (21+) panty stealing (obv), pervert behaviour, panty sniffing, masturbation, dubcon, unprotected sex, lying, teasing, stalking (with yuuji sorta kinda), established relationship for most except yuuji, sukuna calls you ‘sweetheart’, MDNI

𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this with a raging fever so apologies if it sounds funky. had to sneak yuuji into this roster bc i feel like he would

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

— ★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

As soon as he can proudly proclaim the title of your boyfriend, wearing it like a badge of honour, he figures he’s got a right to certain perks— like getting his hands on your panties. At first, you don’t notice but then you realise that a few pairs have mysteriously vanished. Some are just your regular cotton ones but one of your favourite, sexier pairs is gone too. He knows it’s fucked up but he can’t seem to stop thinking about your pussy whenever you're not around. Gojo's seen you in every single one of them and just thinking about how they hug your curves or knowing that they’re tucked into crevices that only he’s allowed to pry on, gets him rock hard.

Now, he’s in his room, jerking off with one of your panties clamped between his teeth, the faint hint of your scent got beads of precum leaking from his tip. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, the fabric brushing against his lips as he speaks. He also has your naughtiest pair laid out on his bed, stroking himself while he imagines how you looked the last time you wore them. But he isn’t just thinking about you wearing them— he’s picturing you bending over and teasing him before he takes them off.

“God, I need you so fucking bad,” he pumps his fist faster, breath ragged as he thinks about how they’ve clung to your body, remembering the warmth that once pressed against your skin. It’s dirty and it’s wrong but the thrill of it only makes him want you more. As he nears the edge, the thought of you catching him flashes into his mind. What if you suddenly walked in, finding him with your panties between his teeth, his cock in his hand? All your possible reactions make him shiver. Maybe you’d be embarrassed, perhaps you’d scold him— or maybe you’d join him, take control, and make him pay for being such a perv. The idea makes him cum hard as your name spills out of his mouth. Collapsing onto his bed, he can’t help but give an impish grin. He’s already waiting for the next time he’ll be with you, eager to find out if you've noticed and curious to see if you'd let it slide.

— ★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“I’m takin’ these.”

Toji doesn’t even bother with an explanation. He’s letting you know straight up that he’s stealing your panties after you’ve just had sex.

“But I won’t be wearing anything on my way home—” you protest, only that makes it better for him. Knowing that you’re walking around bare and that he’s to blame makes his face twist into a wicked smirk. Going commando with the fresh memory of him still between your thighs, while he keeps a piece of you with him— it's his messed-up version of romance, so somehow, you can't even be mad.

The next time he has a boner without you around, he’s pulling your panties out, burying his face in the fabric, and breathing you in. The scent of you makes his cock twitch painfully as he wraps them around it. The softness of them rubs him just right, delicately clinging to how hard he is. As he strokes himself, he imagines you out there, unprotected, thinking about how easy it would be to slip his hands down your waistband and feel nothing between your skin and his fingers. His breaths grow heavier, his thoughts dirtier, until he’s pumping faster. He’s almost drooling at the feeling of your panties against him and his mind is already racing with thoughts of what he’s going to do to you the next time you’re with him. But there’s something that gnaws at him, something insatiable that won’t let up. Grabbing his phone, he hits the video call button, not caring that it’s late or you might be busy. He needs to see you.

“Hello?” You answer.

“You alone?” He asks with a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You sigh, “Yes…”

“Just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about ya,” he confesses.

Your silence tells him that you were intrigued, waiting to see what kind of filthy bullshit he was going to involve you in this time. With a slow tilt of his phone, he shows you everything below his waist and resumes exactly where he left off. When you spot your panties, it must have been obvious because he chuckles out of saatisfaction, "Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

As he continues, he makes sure your focus is on him, not planning to stop until you're as hot and bothered as he is.

— ★ 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

Ah, Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji. The guy who lives across the hall from you, who’s always had a crush on you that you never noticed.  You run into him now and then at your apartment building’s laundromat— he’s the one who waves hello or makes small talk when he has the time. And that’s usually it. But you don’t see how he’s always eyeing that single piece of underwear peeking out from your basket of clean laundry. 

He wants to take it so badly. He knows he shouldn’t. But the temptation is too much and before he can stop himself, he’s slipping it into his pocket the moment you turn around, then scurrying back to his apartment with a mix of shame and excitement. Once inside, he tosses it on the sofa, trying to ignore it, but the more he stares at it, it’s harder to resist. The good in him wonders if he heads back now, would he be able to reverse what he’s done? But images of you walking around in what he’s stolen— of the fabric pressed between your ass as you sit on him— push every humane thought out of his mind.

As if his hands have a mind of their own, he’s got his dick out in the living room, in broad daylight, just trying to get his shameful boner over with. Grabbing the panties, he brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply as he fucks his fist, “Ugh… What am I doing?” he says under his breath but something twisted about the guilt pushes him further. His pace quickens, the stolen panties clutched tightly in his other hand. Yuuji knows he’s crossed the line but the idea of going for the real thing absolutely haunts him. You live so close yet remain so blissfully unaware, which only fuels his obsession.

With a strangled groan, he finally cums and his body shakes with the intensity of it. As his post-nut clarity sets in, a wave of regret crashes over him. It makes him want to run to you and apologise but the thought dissipates when he notices how some of his cum had soiled them. He stares at the mess, a sick blend of pleasure and something else churning in his gut. He decides he’ll clean them properly, and return them to the laundromat to disguise them as you accidentally forgetting them there. And he’ll just have to live with the knowledge of you possibly wearing them again, now stained with his secret.

— ★ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Another one who was tempted by the clean laundry. He’s been over a few times and while you’d say you’re dating, there’s no official label to it yet. You’ve slept with him once and it was divine; his gentlemanly nature hasn’t faltered since. But something brings him deep shame. He hasn’t exactly stolen your panties but when he excused himself to your bathroom on one casual evening and saw your clean ones hanging on a small rack, his thoughts went straight to his dick.

Just in and out, he thought, needing to get his business done quickly and get out. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t resist, especially when he saw the same pair from the night you both shared a bed. He remembered how he fucked you while you had them on— how he’d push them to the side while he buried himself inside you and how he dragged his entire length up and down your folds beneath the fabric, his tip poking against the material as it slipped under your panties.

In and out, he reminded himself. But the memory of you was too much. He had to quickly get rid of this boner before leaving the bathroom so he unzipped his pants and started stroking himself, eyes locked on the panties as if he could hear the gasps and moans you made on that very night. He moved faster, his hands shaky as he tried to make as little noise as possible. It was only moments ago since he’d last seen you so your face was still fresh in his mind. Perhaps there was a chance for him to come clean but how could he when you were out there innocently preparing dinner for him? 

Nanami’s grip tightened around his cock and with a final groan, he came into his hand. He initially feels a pang of guilt but asks himself if this was really more sinful than the things he’d done to you directly. He cleans himself quickly, trying to steady his breath before rejoining you. And when he returns, you don’t suspect a thing from your respectful, soon-to-be boyfriend.

— ★ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Does it really count as stealing if it was something you were going to throw away anyway? He had ripped them off during sex, stuffing them in your mouth, so by the end of it all they were deemed unwearable. After railing you into oblivion, he pocketed your panties as if they were a trophy of some sort but actually forgot about them until he got home. The lingering smell of sex was still on them, and honestly, yeah… he could go for another round of emptying his balls.

He’s already fantasizing about you being pressed against him, beating his meat while he smothers himself with your scent, and biting into the fabric just to get a bit of your taste again. He knows they’re not something you’ll miss right away but a part of him wishes you do— imagining the cogs turning in your brain and the look of surprise on your little face when you realise you never actually threw them out and how they disappeared after Sukuna had left your home. 

This got him going and he was stroking even faster now, growling at how his hands snuck under your panties only for him to rip them apart. Opening you up like a gift, he remembered how it exposed your slick folds and the wetness that stained the fabric— all caused by him. “This is all f’me, huh?” He had said before diving into you. He bucks his hips into his fist, the picture of you taking his cock making him lose all senses. Sukuna was seriously one phone call away from driving back and fucking you all over again. 

He grunts lowly as his cum splutters all over your panties, his chest heaving while looking at the mess he’s made. He’s momentarily taken aback at the amount that spurted out despite getting some release earlier in the day. Just as he’s catching his breath, his phone rings and he smirks when he sees your name flashing across the screen.

“Calling so soon? You miss me or what?” He taunts you as he picks up the phone.

“Oh cut the crap, I know what you took. Return them to me!”

“Sweetheart, you can’t even wear them anymore.”

“...”

He sighs dramatically, “Alright, alright. I’ll come, but don’t expect me to be in a rush to leave.”

“Whatever, bye.” And you hang up abruptly. 

A grin forms on his face at how you’ll react when he hands them back to you, finding them more soiled and ruined than before.

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[miupow]

hiii! how do you think txt would be like if their partner were a kpop idol aswell? and would they like their partner being an idol? 🫶🫶

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𝕾OOBIN ★

would be so nervous about everyone finding out that would totally give it away. just an absolute nervous wreck whenever you’re anywhere near him !

even just hearing your name makes his ears go pink ! stuttering through whatever he was going to say while trying to play it off totally cool

he gets better at hiding it because he just starts avoiding you lol you don’t really mind it all that much because soobin is just so sweet !

literally the best stage boyfriend ever ! always gushing about your performances n hyping you up !! went to one of your concerts once and got totally found out lol

loves physical affection and hates that he can never show any to you in public :( hands always twitching to hold yours :( makes it up by being all up in your personal space when you’re alone tho!!

you’re the one who takes all of those boyfriend photos he posts on instagram! and he is the one who takes all of the pictures you post on yours <3

thousands of youtube compilations of soobin acting all shy around you, eyeing you up, getting blushy !! he is really so obvious it’s so endearing. basically everyone already knew you were together before you were together iykwim

will do absolutely anything he can to keep you from facing any harassment or hate for being with him . always concerned about your safety both off and on tour. always asking if you’ve ate well, if you’re well rested, if you’ve hurt yourself on stage. hes a little bit of a helicopter boyfriend but you kind of love it

always telling you to eat more or rest but never listens to his own advice :( overworks himself half to death but would go scorched earth if you ever burnt yourself out

𝖄EONJUN ★

king of the suspicious matching instagram posts. always stalking the internet to see if anyone makes the connections (they always do and he eats it up) your insta feeds are just date pics but no one needs to know that other than him and you!

always getting cute matching keychains, phone cases, bracelets, anything he can get away with!! it’s like letting everyone know you’re his without him ever saying anything !!

simultaneously the best and the worst at hiding your relationship from the public

the best because he can act cool around you no problem, won’t ever say or do anything out of line. no one would think you even talk all that often with how he keeps things so cool and collected. honestly you’re the one that’s slipping sometimes

the worst because he wants everyone to know so badly even though he knows he can’t!! especially finds it so hard to keep his hands to himself!! he just loves holding you and having you close to him.. he’s obsessed with dropping tiny hints , just enough to get people talking… start some rumors lol

always taking photos he won’t ever post. of you and him together, out on dates or spending time together in his dorm. you all pretty and barefaced snuggled against his chest . he cherishes them but he won’t ever let another soul see them

such powercouple energy once you’re out and open about being together !!! always spotted everywhere together lol now that he doesn’t have to hide you he can show you off! his socials become essentially your fansites

such a whirlwind romance with him always. sweeps you off of your feet and has you doing things you would never do in a million years!! kiss him in this hotel pool, no one’s gonna notice ! but you’re so in love it’s sickening .. and you don’t mind being risky when it’s with him

just so utterly devoted to you <3 you are his everything and he’ll give you his heart and his credit card to prove it lol

𝕭EOMGYU ★

beomgyu’s been pursuing you for years, actually. since you were trainees, even. you finally agreed to be his girlfriend just recently lol

hates that he can’t let the world know that you’re in love :( hates having to hide how obsessed he is with you !!

which makes him terrible at being secretive !! constantly eyeballing you at events, getting all blushy and goofy when you interact on stage or on camera. likes he’s so infatuated with you and it’s like disgusting to look at

would do some risky shit like start a live with you in the hotel room with him off screen ! post suspicious pictures on his instagram. film a dance challenge on tiktok like your company made you do it

he loves the thrill of keeping things hidden, possibly getting caught. seeing how much he can get away with ! he just finds it all so fun !

always texting you throughout the day to make you giggle, no matter how busy the two of you were ! voicenotes of him talking in his sleepy low timbre, late at night or early in the morning, or of him playing the guitar !! facetimes you every night before you go to bed, regardless of what time it was for him ><

when your schedules inevitably get in the way he is always flexible and quick to make it up to you ! he always makes sure to give you all of his attention whenever he can, because maybe you’re a bit of a spoiled princess (he made you that way)

someone else seeing him kissing you out in public is what ultimately does him in lol he just can’t keep his hands off of you !!

doesn’t really care about what anyone else says or thinks about the two of you being together !! true moas would support you and he just loves being able to show you off !!!

𝕿AEHYUN ★

would be very serious about keeping your relationship a secret. he’s seen horrible things happen to other idols who have had their relationships revealed and he doesn’t want anything like that to happen to you— or him and his bandmates.

absolutely the best at hiding in public. even standing near eachother on a music show no one would know a thing.

though he gets kind of quiet when you’re mentioned or when you’re around. almost like he gets shy hehe

i can see him falling for an older and more experienced idol, always talking to you so formally and respectfully, always call you noona :3

a sweet and passionate lover when away from prying eyes <3 does absolutely everything he can to set aside time to be with you, date you out on secretive little dates ^^

calls you twice a day every day while you’re both away on tour, even packed with your busy schedules. gets mopey if you don’t tell him you love him before you hang up :(

likes getting you jewelry or accessories you can wear in videos and on stage ! nothing too obvious, little necklaces and bracelets, rings he can see when you wave your hands <3 it makes him feel like he’s showing you off without showing you off iykwim

he would want to admit it if there were any suspicions or if you were found out. half because he didn’t want to lie to moa and half because finally letting the world know you were his doesn’t sound all that bad ><

but if he wasn’t ever found out he would have kept it a secret for a long, long time, until he was sure it was the best possible time to open up. he’ll make sure he’ll make it up to you for all of those years though,,,

𝕳UENING 𝕶AI ★

also incredibly serious about keeping the relationship a secret. he just wants to be safe, especially when you were both at the height of your careers…

which is funny because he’s the absolute WORST at hiding his feelings for you!! cannot act right when he’s anywhere around you and trying to keep that professional idol persona..

doesn’t like going out where others could potentially see you together, prefers to stay inside with you playing video games or watching movies. just resting from your hark work and spending time with you <3 naps with you are his favorite especially

brings the plushie you gifted him early in your relationship everywhere he goes. he can’t sleep without it if you aren’t in your arms yourself !!

let’s you borrow his big sweaters and hoodies, gets all nervous and giggly when he sees you on a live or something wearing his clothes!! will someone notice?? but he can’t help but like it deep down ! you look so cute in his clothes :(

gushes about you to his sisters constantly . they find it cute and annoying at the same time.

loves hearing your voice over the phone or on facetime while you’re away from eachother. squeezes in the chance to call you whenever he possibly can ! the type of bf to fall asleep with you on the phone <3

just so sugar sweet :’( always going on and on about how beautiful and talented and amazing you are.. and he gets all squirmy when you compliment him back !! his kisses are always so gentle and loving— you love sneaking kisses backstage at music shows to see your lipstick leave stains on his mouth!!

would panic and freak out if you and him were ever found out, convinced the absolute worst was going to happen.. but then pleasantly surprised when the worst doesn’t happen. maybe he can make this work..