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[starkeyszn]

‘GOLDENRETRIEVER!RAFE who will look at you with those big blue eyes and pouting lips when you don’t cuddle him back.’

wait i need this in a blurb this is so cute ☹️💌

🐕 ⌇ PUPPY EYES 𓂃 ⸝⸝

you’re barley five minutes into the movie when you feel his stare. fully burning into you.

you sighed, grabbing the remote to pause the movie and turn your head to look at him. “what, rafe?” he blinks at you, like he’s been caught red handed.

“nothing.” he says in that, oh so—soft tone, what he uses when he desperately wants something off you.

“rafe.” you narrowed your eyes.

his bottom lip pouts out, “you’re all the way over there!” you was three feet away.

“i needed space—” you emphasise to the blanket smushed in the middle of you, “it’s hot.” you grabbed the pillow holding it on your lap.

“but i’m cold.” he argues, eyes wide, blinking with some sparkle in them.

you snort, “you’ve been clinging onto me for the whole day, ray.”

“and it wasn’t enough!” he says dramatically, flopping onto his side so he’s facing you completely. “i need constant affection—what if today is my last day! you’ll regret not giving me all the attention.”

“you’re so full of it.”

“full of love.” he corrects you, reaching his arm out to you. “please, sweetheart. i’ll be so good.”

you try to resist, but when you meet his eyes, his big blue ocean eyes staring right back at you, twinkling with some admiration.

you mutter something, tossing the blanket, huffing, before crawling over to him.

his face lights up noticing, his grin immediately widening, as he opens his arms, pulling you into his lap. “knew you couldn’t resist.”

you roll your eyes, but nuzzle your face under his chin, immediately feeling his warmth. “better?” you mumbled against his chest.

“much better.” he sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

[kissreo]

Having sex with Shinichiro with different points in your relationship.

The first month you two have been dating, Shinichiro's shy — almost too shy but it's cute to you. He's scared of touching you since he doesn't want to be too rough and hurt you, even if you already reassured him that it was alright. When he saw you bare the first time, his jaw dropped in awe and he felt like you were a blessing from god since everything about you was so perfect, to the point where he teared up.

Shinichiro's

touch was feather light as his fingers splayed over your waist, not wanting to be bolder and to savour the moment — that time didn't go too far, just him worshipping your body with quiet murmurs and faint kisses.

The third month,

Shinichiro

still isn't used to the sight but at least he can keep himself mostly calm while you look divine, as he says, in front of you. He's careful to stretch you before the two of you do anything since he's still overly worried about you being hurt, you know he'll always be like that though. Shinichiro's

hands are laying on your hips as you sink down on his lap, he throws his head back as pathetic whimpers escape his lips but he still doesn't look away from you. "You're so beautiful on me.." this, "Oh my god, y/n I can't anymore." that.

By the sixth month,

Shinichiro

could already ask you to ride him or let him eat you out and didn't just wait until you brought the topic up. He was a messy eater but it didn't matter to you since it felt so good when his tounge was deep inside you, but the feeling of him bottoming out was even better.

Shinichiro's

touches got more eager, bolder and rougher — leaving faint bruises on the fat on your body. He finally figured out his favorite positons which are any where he can look at your face, especially missionary and cowgirl.

After a year of dating,

Shinichiro

still is pathetic but not as much as he used to be since if you ask him, he can dom you. You always knew

Shin

was loud during sex but the longer you two had been dating, the more clear it became — when he was thrusting into you without mercy, he cursed under his breath and could barely get any words out but he still managed to. "Fuck yeah, your pussy loves me so much.", and occasional groans. His aftercare is heavenly, running you a hot bath and giving you a half-assed massage but it still felt so much better when he did it.

On the third year,

Shinichiro

was needy and desperate, he's seen on how good you are with his siblings and kids overall that he just wants to get you pregnant. You're looking up at him so lovingly, hair tangled and sticking to your sweaty skin when he just stopped thrusting into you — you reach up to cup his face with the sweetest smile ever and he puts his hand on yours. "Let me give

us

a baby, I was gonna propose tomorrow either way.",

Shinichiro

held his breath, praying to whatever god was out there that you'd say yes, both for the baby and to the proposal. A small giggle left your lips and you nodded which made him pull out and toss the condom the side before returning with his non-stop thrusting.

On the night after your wedding, the two of you don't have sex since you already have a baby growing inside of you. Shinichiro

stares at you in awe as you prance around the hotel room doing whatever, the white nightgown you got as a gift from your cousin wrapped around your curves so perfectly. He stood up from his seat and went behind you while you were looking at yourself in the mirror, his arms went on your growing stomach and he smiled. "I'll be the best dad to it.", he buried his head in the crook of your neck and started crying slightly — he was married to the love of his life with a baby on the way, Shinichiro

couldn't be happier. Safe to say that if anywhere in the future, your baby asks for a sibling — he will make sure of it.

[cuntygojo]

i loved your pervert aizawa post💔 would you be maybe interested in making more?? i love that filthy old man

18+ content – mdni.

he seriously is a filthy old man, because all i can think about is aizawa being totally perverted around you without even realizing. bending over when picking up a paper you dropped at work? he’s already looking at your ass, watching the curvature of it as you sit back up straight. if he’s lucky, he can catch a glimpse of your panties if he leans back justttt enough. but god forgive him, he seriously cannot control himself when he sees you in your hero costume, snapping a picture of you stretching with the kids in your class— making sure you’re in the most inappropriate position possible; to use as jerk off material when he gets back to his room. aizawa always tries to get your classes to do hero training together, making any excuse he can to spend time with you. you really just wish he would be straightforward with you, because you notice everything. he’s just too clueless to even know you like him just as much.

ily nonnie thank u for this req. i love love loveee pervzawa ♡

[shouyuus]

"vi? you're... staring." "yeah, i know. what? i can't?" "i didn't say that. stare as much as you'd like -- you can stare at me for the rest of your life if you want to." "yeah? that a promise, princess?"

#ultraviolet comm by the lovely @iwachansarm <3

[bejeweledinterludes]

Ok but honestly i don’t think dean would be into super rough sex, he’d probably like it softer, so i feel like dean with a gentle femdom!reader who constantly praises him would make him short circuit and have him just begging and babbling

girl gimme litr ANYTHING abt sub!dean im begging you 🙏 u write him so well i am on my KNEESSS

sigh anon… started my period today and i just CANNOT resist sooooooo your wish is my command! get up pookie i’m cookin’ just for you!

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because tbh you are right! mr. sub ! dean does not like it rough. the man encounters violence and roughness to his body on the daily already. having a job like his meant he was being kicked, punched, beaten, stabbed, bitten— sometimes all in the same day. and at the end of said day in the dead of night, as much as he hates to admit it, he just wants to be held and told how good he his by the love of his life.

and i LOVEEEEEE the way you think anon! because yes, dean winchester in all his glory would be completely helpless to you— but damn it, he likes it. he can finally have the opportunity to just shut his brain off and not worry— looking up at you with eyes full of love and pure trust. you’re taking control, but in your own gentle way! because this isn’t about just you. you always check in with him every so often with a “you still with me, baby?” or “you tell me if ‘s too much, okay?”

and all dean can reply back with? well, he’s a freakin’ mess— one, because you’re riding him so good, it’s hard to even form a coherent thought. two, because you’re so tight and goddamn warm and it feels so fuckin’ good— three, because all the sounds he is making are broken groans and soft whimpers against your tits. he does eventually manage to almost frantically nod against your skin, all “shit, yeah,” or “oh, god, please don’ stop.” even if it does become too much, he doesn’t want it to end.

because: overstimulation? well, YES! my fellow freak pookie bear @figthoughts just dropped a banger about that hehe <3

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anyways here’s some more of sub ! dean by yours truly (in case you missed it)! and also check out @figthoughts and @mahi-wayy ‘s blogs for more too! (thinking about even making a masterlist just for this specific dean bc WHEW)

full on smut headcanons

idk what this one is me fig and mahi just went bonkers ig 😭

[xo-bunnymutt]

use me till i’m braindead. i don’t like having to think. use me until there isn’t a thought left in my head.

i don’t like being in control…

[selysie]

I discovered yandex..

new resources added to my collection! /silly

[ynnova]

scolded

' GLIMPSES OF THE PAST ' ask game // scolded 📼

scolded – for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

time period . 2021 | wc . 1.7k | tw . hiding injuries / description of injury, language, thoughts of being a problem (don't know how to word that properly sorry), brief allusion of mingi's hiatus, hospitals

you were uncomfortable. the longer you stood on your ankle, the harsher the throbbing got. and dancing on it definitely didn't help the pain. you tried being gently with it, but the choreo was demanding on your feet.

if only you had been more careful during that performance. then you wouldn't have fallen the way you did and hurt you ankle the way you did. you told the guys and staff you were okay after it was all over, pushing back the pain that was slowly beginning to appear. you couldn't afford to cause any issues for everyone because you hurt your damn ankle.

not when the nine of you were able to perform together again.

"stop," your choreographer said, "y/n you're not moving your feet correctly," he said, pointing out what the issue was. you heard some of your boyfriends let out a few annoyed sighs, but none of them said anything.

"i'm sorry," you said, feeling a wave of guilt and anxiety wash over you like a tidal wave. the throbbing of your ankle didn't help this feeling either.

"it's okay, why don't we all take a break to work individually and then we'll come back," he suggest and the others nod their heads. "wooyoung will you work with y/n?"

"sure," he said with a huff but wooyoung didn't look at you and it made your heart sink. you can tell he's annoyed that you all haven't moved on from this part of the choreo because no matter what your stupid foot just wouldn't move like you needed it to.

it’s also getting harder to walk without limping, but you tried in order to not make it obvious that you were hurt. you bent down, feigning to fix your socks when really you were just trying to massage your ankle a little bit. an attempt to ease the pain if just for a little bit.

when you straighten back up, wooyoung is standing next to you. his face was void of his usual energy and instead replaced with a tired expression. tired and annoyed.

"thank you for helping me, woo," you tell him softly but he only hums in response, grabbing you by the forearm to guide you over to the wall where you can focus more.

"let's just get this over with," he says before he's getting into position and the two of you begin running through the choreo without much conversation.

and so you both ran over the choreo over and over again until you thought you were going to collapse. the pain in your ankle was starting to grow unbearable and you could see wooyoung's patience begin to grow thin with each time you messed up.

"y/n," wooyoung's voice sounded just as annoyed as he looked. a sigh leaving from between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "what about this is so fucking hard?"

"i-i don't know, my feet– they just..." you didn't know how to tell him that you're trying your best, but your ankle just wasn't cooperating.

"we've been doing the same choreo part for the past three days. what about it isn't fucking sticking, huh?" his tone is aggressive as he speaks to you.

"i'm trying my fucking best, wooyoung."

"apparently not!"

"hey you two!" hongjoong calls out, stepping between the two of you before either of you could go any further.

but that doesn't stop wooyoung, "hyung! she's fucking up! tell her we're all tired of waiting on her and want to move on!"

"wooyoung, you need to chill," hongjoong says turning to the younger male. his leader tone coming out as he speaks to wooyoung. "let's just... run through it one more time and call it a day," he suggests and everyone around agrees while you choose to remind quiet.

you walk over to your spot, opting to lean more on your other side than the one that is slowly becoming more and more pained. you'll have to soak your foot once you get back to the dorm.

you all are going through the choreo, putting all your focus on trying not to put too much pressure on your one foot when you suddenly feel a painful cramp run through it. the cramp makes you halt in your movements as you suddenly drop to the floor, attempting to reach for your foot. suddenly, the music stops and some of your boyfriends are rushing over to you, calling your name.

"y/n, what's wrong? what's wrong?" you hear hongjoong asking, but you can't find it in yourself to answer him. the pain makes it too unbearable to do anything. you feel tears beginning to run down your face as a sob racks through your body.

"her foot! check her foot!" you hear seonghwa say and you can only scream no! inside your head as you feel someone ripping your shoe off before your sock.

"what the fuck?" hongjoong says, "her foot is all bruised and swollen, someone go get a manager. we need to take her to the hospital."

"y/n, sweetheart, can you open your eyes for me?" seonghwa's voice is calm as he gently cups your face. you didn't even realize your eyes were closed as you attempted to open them, tears blurring your vision but you can tell its seonghwa. "baby, it'll be okay," he says, taking one of your hands and letting you squeeze it. "manager-nim is gonna take us to the hospital."

"n-no, please," you manage to whimper out as another sob racks through your chest as your eyes drift from seonghwa to hongjoong who has your foot resting in his lap. your other boyfriends are standing watching you in shock.

and then your eyes meet with wooyoung’s who looks like he was just punched in gut, face full of guilt from having just yelled at you. your eyes go back to seonghwa; however, not able to bare your own guilt of not telling anyone.

you felt your eyes closing again as a bunch of voices came into the practice room before you were quickly, yet careful being picked up and carried. you could just faintly hear hongjoong talking before his voice fades, your mind once again being consumed with the pain. you were put into the van, eyes opening to see you were sandwiched between your eldest two boyfriends. how did hongjoong even get here so fast.

you were still holding seonghwa's hand, when you used your other one to rest for hongjoong's. your captain wordlessly taking your hand, thumb running over the back in order to sooth you.

"why didn't you tell us about your foot, y/n?" hongjoong finally asks, voice full of different emotions, mainly worry.

"i'm s-sorry," you say in an attempt to try and move it, but you let out a hiss at the pain that shoots through your entire leg.

"baby, don't move it," seonghwa tells you.

once you made it to the hospital and into a room, the doctors were quick to tell you and your manager that you had sprained your ankle. you had sprained it when you fell on stage a week ago. if you had gone any longer without treating it, then you definitely would have done some serious damage to it.

"she'll need to rest for about four weeks, maybe longer if it doesn't start to heal," the doctor said and you felt the blood leave your face at his words. you wouldn't be able to practice or perform for at least four weeks. this is was exactly what you didn't want to happen.

the doctor and nurses did a few more things before giving you and your manager what you needed to treat your ankle, including a brace over your foot. as they were examining it you finally got a good look at how bad it was. swollen and bruised all the hell, you could see the bruises and hissed every time a nurse poked at your foot.

once you were released, you and manager found hongjoong and seonghwa in the waiting room. both of their eyes drifting down to where your brace was, frowns painting their lips. seonghwa was the one to help you to the van while hongjoong and your manager walked in front of you both. your manager relaying the information the doctor told both of you to your boyfriend.

the pain was still there, but wasn't as bad as earlier; however, the silence on the ride to the dorms was just as unbearable as the pain your suffered from. hongjoong refused to speak, eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his lips as he looked out the window beside him.

"joong–

"why didn't you tell us you hurt your ankle?" he asks, cutting you off, but still didn't look at you.

"i... i didn't want to– didn't want to worry anyone," you said. "i was scared i would cause a problem and i didn't think it was a big deal at first but th–

"didn't think it was a big deal!?" he cuts you off again, turning to finally look at you and that's when you notice the tears in his eyes. "you got hurt! of course that's a big deal! don't be so selfish, y/n! do you know how scared i was when i saw you fall to the floor earlier!" he confesses, tears running down his cheeks and you can't stop your own tears from falling. guilt finally eating at you.

"i'm sorry," you say, hanging your head as you try wiping your tears away, but seonghwa is quick to engulf you in his arms.

"please don't think you'll cause issues or problems," he says softly, "we love you so much and don't want to see you in pain. please don't hide stuff from us."

"i'm sorry for hiding my injury from you guys," you tell them, eyes meeting hongjoong's, "i was afraid of causing more issues if i wasn't able to perform with you guys, especially after we just got mingi back. i didn't want him to be stressed either," you add, looking down at your hands as you continue to cry.

"my love," seonghwa says, pressing a kiss to your head before you feel hongjoong lean over to kiss you as well.

"promise you won't hide stuff from us anymore," hongjoong says and you look at him before nodding your head.

"i promise."

[hyuneskkami]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[icedemi]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 !

˒ 🍥 ៸៸ feat : junichiro , dazai , fukuzawa !

cw : cumplay. mentions of ; pregnancy??. unprotected sex, cum eating ; ( junichiro ) fem! implied reader ( mentions of cunt ) NOT proofread . NSFW below the cut . MDNI... !! 🎀

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junichiro ;

poor baby didn't even notice the condom broke until you gave him the"seriously?" look, he swears he didn't mean it !

immediately pulls out and watches his essence seep out of you in embarrassment..

" s-shit m'sorry sweetheart... want me to draw you a bath? " he shyly offered as he kissed your inner thighs.

a devilish smirk appeared on your face , one thing leads to another and suddenly . . .

junichiro is a whimpering mess eating his cum out of your leaking hole ??

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dazai ;

this shitbag 100% came inside on purpose ! can you blame him though..? the way you were clenching around his thick cock is enough to drive him crazy..

he swears he was "hypnotized" by the feeling of your sweet cunt he couldn't stop himself, he promises he's sorry and it won't happen again ! (it'll happen again..)

he slowly inserts his long slender and fuck, veiny fingers into the depths of your cunt, collecting all of his warm seed.

" open up 'donna, c'mon it's good for you ! s'full of my sweet delicious nutrients.. "

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fukuzawa ;

as you were bent over his desk taking his thick length, you whine at the sudden empty feeling..

turning your head, you see fukuzawa had pulled out and is throwing away the broken semi-filled condom.

" 'zawa..? is everything okay? "

"condom broke.."

"seriously?! that's the third time this week ! "

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :

🖋️ // hiya everyone ! i kinda rushed this one since i hadn't posted in over a month, took a mental health break + a bit of revamping!!

got lazy towards the end.. (sorry fukuzawa lovers!) ive had like NO motivation and id love for you ppl to send me requests and thirsts...!!!! PLS 🫶🫶 askbox is always open 🎀

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[dailylcy]

ok ok ok… my birthday is in a few days HEAR ME OUT- shotaro loves eating pussy it isn’t some he does often but i imagine it’s rather special on special occasions so PLEASE can you write taro eating you out on your birthday? (i would write it but it’s my birthday like…)

( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) — thank you in advance

ఌ︎. a/n. hii anon thank u for the req and happy birthdayyy (*∩_∩*) MINORS DNI! ఌ︎. wc. 580

“Happy birthday pretty” Shotaro murmurs, his voice low, still rough from sleep. His lips press against your temple, lingering for a second before trailing down to your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

You hum in response, barely awake but already smiling. “Mmm, what time is it?”

“Early,” he says, but there’s something in his voice, like he doesn’t really care. Like he wants you to stay just like this — half asleep, tangled up with him. His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you closer until your body fits perfectly against his. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You finally crack your eyes open, finding him watching you with a softness that makes your heart ache. His hair is messy, strands falling over his forehead, and there’s a quiet kind of intent in the way he looks at you.

“For what?” you ask, voice still sleepy.

Shotaro smiles, leaning in until his nose brushes against yours. His lips hover just above yours, barely there, teasing.

“For you.” Shotaro says as he moves presses one last kiss on your lips before moving lower, his grip tightens on your thighs as his fingers start sinking into the soft flesh as he presses his face deeper between your legs. His hair is a sweaty mess now, strands plastered against his forehead, and his breath comes is hot against your skin, uneven pants against your soaked pussy. The room’s thick with the musky scent of sex, the faint tang of sweat, and the slick, dripping mess you’ve become under his tongue. He’s been at it for what feels like forever, and your body’s trembling, caught in that beautiful edge of too much.

“Fuck, you’re so wet” he groans, His tongue flattens, dragging slow and hard over the swollen nub, and your hips jerk involuntarily, a whine slipping from your throat. He doesn’t give up tho — his lips close around your pussy again, sucking with a wet, filthy sound that echoes in the quiet bedroom. Your folds are puffy and slick, glistening with a mix of his spit and your arousal, and he laps at them greedily, tongue going inside your entrance just enough to make your walls clench. your juice smears across his cheeks, dripping down his jaw, and he lets out a low hum, like he’s savoring every drop.

Your thighs shake uncontrollably, muscles tensing as the overstimulation hits hard. It’s overwhelming—his nose nudges your clit while his tongue fucks into you, curling and stroking with crazy precision. “T-Taro, I can’t—” you gasp, but he only growls softly, his hands pinning you down tighter. Sweat beads on his neck, trickling down to the collar of his black shirt, and his eyes flicker up, dark and wild, watching you unravel for him. Your body’s screaming and then it snaps — your orgasm crashes through you, raw and messy. Your pussy gushing against his mouth, and he drinks it down, tongue chasing the flood of cum as it spills over his lips, sticky and hot, pooling on the sheets beneath you.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, his chin slick and shiny, a string of your juices clinging to his lower lip. “Shit, you taste even better when you come” he rasps, voice wrecked, before diving back in, kissing your throbbing clit with a sloppy smack. Your hands grab the sheets, a sob catching in your chest as he keeps going, pushing you past the edge into that dizzying, unbearable haze. What a way to start your birthday

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[shouyuus]

"dance with me." "i don't -- i don't dance." "c'mon, just try." "i... i don't know how." "trust me and just let your body... move." // there's beauty in this too, beauty in this brutality. can't you see it? this art i've made of my body, this love i've written into my blood, my bones -- for you. // "hey. have you ever fallen in love?" "sure. once." "yeah? and then what happened?" "i dunno... the story's still ongoing, isn't it?" // in which a boxer and a ballet dancer fall in love // "touch her? trust me, buddy, you're not ready for the damage i could do."

𖥔 ultraviolet 𖥔 // rain x vi selfship

[meowrimo]

hello dearest aims!! i have been thinking about coworker kuroo lately and was wondering if u may have some thoughts to share :3 u are the tetsu expert after all!

xx

HI MY SWEETEST SUA !!! oh my gosh, coworker kuroo !! he has definitely been on my mind as well :’)

coworker!kuroo who loves having a personal planner that contains all of his objectives for the day, the upcoming week, the month, etc. there’s so many moving parts with his job and it just helps him keep track of everything.

coworker!kuroo who never lets anyone sneak a peak at it, saying it’s classified and confidential with a smirk dangling off his face. you find him scribbling in it throughout all hours of the work day whether it’s at his desk, meetings, or sometimes even lunch.

coworker!kuroo who was in such a rush one day, he completely forgot it behind. the planner sat abandoned on his desk and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor thing. so you quickly call him, holding onto it while he rushes back to the office.

coworker!kuroo who shows up in a state of panic, the normally cool and confident persona wiped clean without the safety blanket of his planner. you figured he just really relied on the thing. if only you knew…

coworker!kuroo who breathed out a sigh of relief when he found out you didn’t snoop through it — it would’ve been obvious if you had. with reddening cheeks, he thanks you and quickly makes his final escape to the elevator.

coworker!kuroo who opens up his planner only to be bombarded by the countless doodles and scribbles of your name. at the very top of all his to-do’s resides one that he writes in every time, one of his biggest priorities, to ensure that he makes you smile every day.

[hwaflms]

i'm ngl i was reading happy now but fell asleep midway and had the craziest dream abt jaehyun (...pornstar!jh don't ask, but your thoughts are very welcome, if you'd so graciously provide them 🙏), thank you for this blessing of a fic, i'm gonna go back to finishing it :3

UR SO SWEET??? thank you sm i hope you enjoyed it :(

and omg anon ur on to smth with pornstar!jae i NEED to hear abt ur dream hold on……..,

im thinking about pornstar!jae who knows he’s got a huge cock and acts like it too. no one has ever made a single complaint about working with him because he’s just too good at what he does; he knows just how to use his mouth, knows all the right dirty little things to whisper in her ear, never cums first.

pornstar!jae who catches you watching his latest, and is surprised that innocent little you seems to be enjoying watching him fuck a woman senseless on a kitchen counter, blushing as you keep your volume low at sounds of their pleasure.

pornstar!jae who jerked off to the thought for the first time in a long while, picturing your hand stuffed in your panties while you touched yourself to him, wishing it was you underneath him instead. being the little shit he is, he makes a number of allusions to the incident, driving you mad because you’re not sure whether he knows or not.

pornstar!jae who finally confesses he wants to fuck you in the most casual manner, stroking your bright red cheek with a thumb slowly. you can only imagine his surprise when you shyly ask whether you can make a lil movie out of it, all his thoughts shooting straight down to his cock.

pornstar!jae who has you bent over his balcony railing, drilling into you long and hard, a hand slapped over your mouth to not wake the neighbours. he has your dress bunched up over your breasts, watching them jiggle with each hard thrust, positioning you so you’re facing the lens of the camera. he gives you exactly what you wanted and more, and with each coo of “dirty girl” and each slip of his fingers into your mouth, your moans sound even more pornographic than those of the women he fucked on screen. you’ve already come all over his mouth, but he’s absolutely relentless as he slips a hand around you to rub fast circles on to your throbbing clit.

pornstar!jae who downloads and saves the video on to his ‘favourites’ album, knowing that would be the only thing he’d watch for the next couple months. he knows it would do numbers if he posted it but he wants it to be ‘his special lil secret’, even thought you both know there would be more to come.

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[ynnova]

Mortal or grieved

' GLIMPSES OF THE PAST ' ask game // mortal 🍁

mortal – for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them.

time period . 2022 | wc . 1.6k | tw . language, serious injury / blood, a near death experience, hospitals

it all happened so fast. so fast you didn't even have the time to comprehend what even all happened.

one second you were on stage performing and then the next you felt the air from your lungs leave you as you laid on your back. eyes becoming unfocused as you stared at the fluorescent stage lights, all the music and crowd cheering around you suddenly being muffled by a sharp ringing in your ears.

you see figures appear in front of you. vision becoming blurry that you couldn't tell who was in front of you or if they were even speaking to you.

did you fall? fall... off the stage?

no... that... that didn't seem possible or did it?

the back of your head was warm... but not a nice warm either, an uncomfortable warm that you didn't like. you tried moving your arm, your hand but nothing would work. then everything around you was moving.

were you being moved? you think so, but why? you felt something running down your head, getting into your eye. sweat? that was a lot of sweat?

you think you hear sannie calling your name. or maybe it was woo? yuyu? min? you... aren't actually sure.

you could just barely register you were moving, the colors around you changing and you feel your eyes getting heavy. you want to close them, to rest. your head was still warm and the sweat was still in your eye.

you could feel the edges of your vision beginning to fade out, blackness encasing the edges. you suddenly felt a sharp pain go through your chest, making it hard to breathe.

what the hell? were you… dying? no… you couldn’t be. how hard did you—

everything went black.

when you reopened your eyes, you found everything a lot more… clearer. the scent of sterilization filled your nostrils making you whine as you tried to take a deep breath. your chest and back hurt but you could power through it.

looking around you realized you weren’t at the dorm, no where was this? a hospital?

why were you here? you let out a groan, hand coming up to your head as you feel a wave of pain go through it. wait— what’s this on your head? bandages?

you look around finding you’re by yourself in the room; however, that doesn’t last long when your hear the door open and a few hushed voices appear. eyes fixated on the door, you watch as yeosang and mingi walk fully into the room.

their eyes immediately land on you and they look both shocked and relieved to see you.

you try to speak, opening your mouth but find that barely anything comes out. both your boyfriends rush over to you, trying to ease you from talking.

“sweetheart, don’t try to exert yourself okay?” yeosang says, talking your hand gently into his own. his hands are warm, so warm — a comfortable warm as compared to your cold ones. “i’ll go get the nurses, mingi stay with her,” yeosang says before he’s rushing out of the room.

“m-min—

you don’t get anything else out before he’s cutting you off, engulfing you in a hug. but its one that is not as tight as usual. like you’re fragile glass, ready to break if he hugged you any tighter.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” he says, voice cracking softly as he speaks. like he’s about to breakdown and cry at any second. “you really scared all of us,” he adds, pulling away but reaching to hold your hand.

“w— hap—ed?” your voice is just barely coming out but thankfully mingi understands what you are trying to say.

“do you not remember?” you shake your head. “you fell off the stage during our last show, hit the ground pretty hard and…” he doesn’t finish and he looks like he’s in pain just remembering what happened.

mingi doesn’t have a chance to continue as several nurses and doctor are rushing into the room. yeosang behind them and mingi steps away as the nurses surround your bed, talking to you gently and asking you questions.

you try to answer them, but with how rough your voice was sounding they opted to ask questions you could nod your head too before the finished.

“of course you’ll have to stay here until you’re able to move on your own and most of your injuries have healed,” the doctor said after they finished, by this time your manager had also shown up. also listening to what the doctor was saying about your condition.

until most of your injuries have healed? you think about what the doctor said as you look over your body. your left arm was broken, having landed on it pretty hard when you fell, not to mention, you were suffering from a concussion and a potential back sprain.

you wouldn’t be able to perform for a while.

"you've been out for two weeks," mingi tells you once everyone finally leaves, just leaving you, mingi, and yeosang in the room. two weeks?

"when you fell..." yeosang began, "some of us had no idea at first, san was the one to notice you no on stage anymore and immediately jumped off the stage to get to you. the staff was already trying to help you."

"you were bleeding from your head and you weren't responding," mingi continues for him. "they took you to the hospital and we immediately came as well. didn't even change out of stage outfits," he says with a small laugh to try and lighten the mood.

"we've been taking turns coming to visit and stay with you," yeosang says softly. "only one or two at a time, the nurses about died when we all tried coming in at first – since you were in such critical condition."

"h–ho– be–n?"

"the others?" you nod, "they've been as fine as they can be," yeosang says looking from you to mingi. you can tell they aren't fully telling you something. "wooyoung's been staying in your room when he's not here, he's been... not handling it well," he tells you. "we've just been worried about you. hongjoong wants to sue the venue for what happened, but the company told him no."

"also..." mingi says, gaining your attention. "you flatlined last week while san was with you," he tells you and you feel your heart sink to your stomach. you... you really almost died? just like that? "he hasn't left his room since, he was in tears when he called seonghwa-hyung about it."

"he can't bring himself to come back, i think first finding you when it happened on top of you flatlining while he was here by himself really messed with him," yeosang said, looking down at his hands.

you felt tears build up in your eyes, not san. not your loving sannie, you can't believe he had to witness both things. you wanted nothing more to hold him, to have him hold you. unfortunately, you can barely move your body without feeling pain. you're thankful you can at least hold mingi's hand while he sits next to you, your other arm rendered useless with the cast that's on it.

it was a little while before your other boyfriends came to see you, your hospital door opening and seonghwa is the first one you see. you can tell he's trying not to cry as he comes in followed by hongjoong and yunho and then jongho and wooyoung. but wait where's...

"s–n?"

"he stayed at the dorm, baby," seonghwa tells you as mingi gets up to let him sit down next to you. his hand sliding easily into yours. you can't help the sadden look that takes over your face, eyes down casted at the news that san decided to stay at the dorm.

"hey, he'll be okay, just give him a little bit. once you get back to the dorm, he'll be all over you," yunho speaks up from behind seonghwa.

eventually, you allow your eyes to look at all your boyfriends. you could feel yourself growing more and more tired, having barely enough energy to do anything like you could do anything to begin with. you feel seonghwa gently squeeze your hand, bringing your attention back to him.

"you getting tired?" jongho asked and you nodded your head before you let it fully rest against the pillow.

"we'll let you rest then," hongjoong says coming over to gently run a hand over your head before he's kissing your cheek. your other boyfriends follow suit, each one coming over to kiss you before wooyoung was the last one.

you looked up at him, surprised to see how tired he looks. like he hasn't been taking care of himself and it breaks your heart because honestly... they all looked terrible in some form or fashion. you remember your manager telling you when it was just you and her that the company had cancelled any schedules that ateez had. at least until you woke up, she didn't say it outright, but you knew it was because the guys wanted to be with you while you were in the hospital.

while your fate was still unknown at the time. but now you are awake, so you hope your lovers will start to get better.

"l–ve," you said looking at wooyoung raising your head up to knock your forehead against his. he gives you a smile, a tight-lipped one, but a smile nonetheless before he's giving you a kiss and then walking to join the others by the door.

"yeosang and mingi are gonna stay here with you," hongjoong tells you and you give them a smile before you find yourself closing your eyes. you could hear one of them let out a small chuckle before they all leave, the door closing behind them.

you then let sleep consume you.