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Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 4

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, temptation

✵Notes: Hello! Sorry it took a bit longer than imagined! I am also writing my bachelor thesis together with this and its a whole lot of words hahahah Anyway hope you enjoy it and if you want to be added to the tag list please sign up on this link! (You must be over 18 ;) )

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CHAPTER 3 - ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL

Jin is screaming at the TV as we play the video game he so desperately begged to play. "Seriously!? How can you be this good?! It's not fair! You said you never played it before!" He quickly restarts the game from the point where I finished, and he didn’t. I shrug it off, smirking. We've been playing every other day together, either through calls or him coming over. Normally, we play some co-op game where we can team up against what we swear are young boys, who we are sure are screaming behind every elimination point we get. But today, he wanted to try this new Mario game where we need to complete the courses against each other.

“What can I do if you keep falling over?” I say with a straight face and a side-eye when he restarts the same level we have been trying to finish for the past two and a half hours.

Jimin, sprawled on the couch next to us and entertained by his phone, just laughs off the misery of his friend, earning him a fast shush.

“Ahhh, shiiiiish,” he says, taking a deep breath before pressing play again. “You know, I think we finally found someone who's good at winning. I bet she’s better than JK….” Jimin says to no one in particular. But the one he was talking about, equally sprawled in a corner, is quick to glance his friend’s way.

“I would bet my chips on you, Dice,” Jimin says, poking my leg with the tip of his foot. The nickname, unfortunately, stuck. Not because I liked it, but because they thought it was hilarious—such a random word for a nickname. Gabi proved her point for the nickname not too many nights ago when we were at a bar and I refused to do more shots with her.

The nudge delivered by Jimin was enough to lose my timing and jump wrong, letting Jin follow on with the course.

“HA!” He jumps over the seat. “Who’s the best now?!” He is excitedly playing the game standing up now, getting the attention of the two other boys in the room.

“Clearly not her…” JK mumbles under his breath. I give him a bad look, sitting back on the couch. Not too many jumps later, Jin’s character follows suit, descending to the bottom of the screen with a sad losing music. Jimin laughs again at the situation and goes back to being on his phone.

They have been over almost every day for the last five weeks. Eli is also one that doesn’t miss an opportunity to be over. However, since Yoongi introduced Mina, he’s been a bit more distant. If he doesn’t say he’s busy trying to finish a project for whatever class he has, he vanishes, to the point that not even the others know where he went. Whenever we do get to talk, often just small talk when the others are choosing the movie, he seems to always go back to the subject of this girl in school that he thinks is adorable. Every time he mentions her, he manages to describe her loosely enough that I (Jimin, Gabi, and I) think that the only person he could be describing is me. Mina was ruled out as a suspect as she doesn’t go to the same school and doesn’t exactly fit the characteristics he keeps mentioning.

“Man, you need to jump literally two seconds earlier,” JK gets up, steals the controller from Jin, and drops in the middle of the two of us, breaking the zoning out that I was entering.

Before he presses start, he leans closer. “Sorry, but this one you're not gonna get lucky, Dice.” And turns back to face the TV.

The countdown starts, and we both get ready to try and not lose first. Even Jimin, who clearly doesn’t give a single care, sneakily puts his phone down to watch what is about to unfold.

The game starts, and we both are flawlessly jumping the boxes, each step closer to the point Jin and I couldn’t pass. Knowing the circuit better, I know when to run faster, so I end up in front of JK, who is now reaching closer and closer to the edge of the seat. Everyone is holding their breath as we both successfully pass the point where we were stuck, and we can clearly see the end of the course and the last jumps we need to make when the door slams open with an out-of-breath Gabi, breaking our concentration long enough that we cannot complete the almost-done course.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “What is it now?” he asks.

“Oh man! I have piping hot freaking tea,” she slams the door shut. “I just saw Yoongi!”

“Are you for real?” Jungkook jumps up and points to the TV. “We almost won!”

“If you let me finish, you would have the same reaction as me,” Gabi says, flicking him off. She locks eyes with me before she continues, “I saw Yoongi. With Eli. As in, them together, quite close, together.”

Jimin is now the one sitting up. “What the fuck? Are you serious?” And Gabi just nods, confirming it.

“Forget it. This is so stupid. And so what if they were together?” Jungkook sits back down next to me but receives a side-eye from all of us, without reply.

“Anyway… thought you should know that,” she looks at me and at Jimin. Us three have developed almost psychic abilities at this point. We all know now that she means that the mystery girl might, in fact, not be me, but Eli.

Jimin sits back, rubbing his temples, processing the revelation. The room falls into a heavy silence, the excitement from the game now a distant memory. Jin, sensing the tension, puts down the controller and turns to Gabi.

“Wait, are you sure it was Eli? Maybe it was someone who looked like her?”

Gabi shakes her head, her expression serious but still with wide eyes. “Oh, I’m positive. They were really close, drinking that coffee.”

I glance at Jimin, who looks back at me with an expression that mirrors my confusion and concern. Eli and Yoongi? The idea of it doesn’t sit right, but Gabi's encounter seems hard to refute.

“Maybe they’re just friends?” I suggest, trying to diffuse the situation, though I know it sounds weak.

Jin, always the peacemaker, tries to lighten the mood. “Yeah, maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. You know how Yoongi is, always friendly with everyone.”

But the seed of doubt has been planted. I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. Over the past few weeks, I’ve found myself growing more and more interested in Yoongi. His charm and the way he could always make me laugh—it was hard not to develop feelings. But now, knowing about him with Eli, of all people, it feels like a punch to the gut.

Jungkook, still beside me, is watching me closely. He’s  become good at reading my emotions, even when I try to hide them. He shifts a little closer, his shoulder brushing mine, offering silent support. 

Jimin, ever the skeptic, isn’t convinced. “Gabi, you sure you’re not jumping to conclusions? Yoongi’s always been a bit of a player, but this seems... different. I mean, I’m pretty sure that both of them know that you like Yoongi…”

Gabi crosses her arms, standing her ground. “I know what I saw. They were way too close to just be friends.”

The room falls silent again, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I can feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, and I know he’s worried. I can sense he wants to say something, but he holds back.

Finally, Jin sighs. “Look, sitting here speculating isn’t going to help. Plus, Jimin I might add that hes our friend for ages, so maybe lets not jump the gun here.” He says giving him a small side eye “Why don’t we do something to get our minds off this?” He suggests

Gabi nods enthusiastically. “There’s a party at this club in the city centre. We should go. It’ll be a good distraction.”

Jimin looks at me raising an eyebrow and smirking, waiting for my reaction. I take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt. “Yeah, let’s go. Maybe a party is exactly what we need.”

As we start getting ready, the mood in the room shifts slightly. The anticipation of the party brings a sense of normalcy back, even if just temporarily. Jin and Jimin are quick to joke around, trying to lift everyone’s spirits. And starting the pre drinking that we normally do before going out. 

The drive to the party is filled with laughter and light-hearted banter, a welcome distraction from the earlier tension. When we arrive, the thumping music and the buzz of people immediately envelop us.

Inside, we try to stay together. We find ourselves mingling with the people in the middle of the club. But my mind keeps drifting back to Yoongi and Eli. I spot Jungkook across the room coming back with a few more drinks, our eyes lock. He gives me a reassuring nod, and I feel a bit more grounded.

As the night goes on, Gabi, Jimin, and I find ourselves getting progressively drunk. We take shots, laugh at stupid jokes, and dance like there’s no tomorrow. For a while, it feels good to let loose and forget about the confusion and hurt.

“Another round?” Gabi shouts over the music, holding up her cup. 

“Why not?” Jimin grins, already looking a more then just a bit buzzed.

I laugh, feeling the alcohol warm my veins. “Let’s do it!”

We clink our glasses together and down the shots, the burn of the liquor making me wince. But it’s a good kind of burn, one that makes me feel alive and carefree.

Jungkook watches from the sidelines, a small smile playing on his lips. He’s sticking to soda, playing the responsible one tonight. He catches my eye and raises his glass in a silent toast. I smile back, grateful for his steady presence.

Hours pass in a blur of music, laughter, and drinks. At some point, Gabi pulls me onto the dance floor, and we lose ourselves in the rhythm. Jimin joins us, his movements loose and carefree. We’re a trio of drunken joy, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi and not far behind, Eli. My heart sinks, and the carefree feeling evaporates.

Gabi, noticing my distraction, follows my gaze and frowns. “Ignore them,” she says, squeezing my hand. “Tonight’s about having fun.”

I nod, trying to take her advice to heart. But it’s hard to shake the image from my mind. Jungkook appears beside me, offering a gentle smile. 

“Hey, wanna get some fresh air?” he asks, trying to talk over the loud music. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I say, grateful for the escape.

We step outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stuffy, crowded club. The outside, filled with people smoking and chatting loudly in the street. 

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft.

I shrug, definetly feeling the alcohol in my system now and dulling the edges of my emotions. “It’s fine. Its not like we had anything anyway” I try to push away the conversation that I definetly don’t want to have right now. 

He nods, understanding. “You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are.”

I look at him and raise an eyebrow. For the past weeks, he has kept to himself with the flirting. We all have been going out together and his presence ever so reasuring. I give him a small laugh and shrug away his statement. 

He smiles, his eyes warm. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I swear I could see his eyes sparkle when looking back at him. My heart flutters and I definetly must be way more drunk than I thought. I need to go find Gabi. She must be drunk in a corner somehwere. 

I quickly turn around and stumble and Jungkook quickly grabs my arm to bring me back to my feet. “Should we go home? I think you had enough of party today…” he says carefully. Damn that cold feeling on my stomach. I definelty don’t feel anything for him. But why do his lips look so pink and soft? I can only imagine what they would feel like..

I shake my head snapping out of it, catching his big round eyes staring back at me. 

“No, I need to find Gabi. We always come back together.” We weave our way back through the throngs of people, the music thumping louder as we reenter the crowded club. My head is swimming, a mix of alcohol and emotions making it hard to focus. Jungkook stays close, his hand lightly resting on the small of my back, guiding me through the chaos.

As we make our way to the bar, I spot Gabi leaning heavily into Jin, laughing at something he said. Jin, ever the gentleman, is trying to keep her upright, a bemused smile on his face. Jimin is nearby, his gaze darting between Gabi and the crowd, looking slightly lost.

I manage to make my way over to Gabi, and she immediately latches onto me, her eyes bright and unfocused. “There you are! Let’s do more shots!” she exclaims, her words slurring together.

I’m about to agree when Jimin and Jungkook intervene. “Nop, no more shots for you” Jimin says firmly, gently prying Gabi off me. “You’re already drunk enough.” Jungkook nods in agreement. “Let’s get you some water instead.”

Gabi pouts but doesn’t resist much as Jimin leads her away from the bar. I giggle but I feel a twinge of disappointment, part of me wanting to keep the party going, to drown out all the emotions bubbling inside of me right now. But Jungkook’s steady presence next to me is a reminder that I will not be taking anything else tonight other then water. 

Just then, Yoongi and Eli approach our group. They don’t make it obvious that they arrived together, and no one brings it up. Yoongi’s eyes find mine, a mix of concern and something else in his gaze. Eli is by his side, but there’s a distance between them now that wasn’t there before.

“Hey,” Yoongi says, his voice calm and composed. “You guys okay?”

I nod, with a loose smile on my lips “Yeah, just trying to keep Gabi from getting too drunk.”

“I would say Jungkook and Jimin are trying to keep you both from getting more drunk” Eli jokes and I feel him tense next to me.  “It was his idea!” Gabi butts in the conversation and points to Jimin who, also drunkly, tries to steady her. 

Yoongi glances at Gabi, who is now back to happily chatting with Jimin and Jin, then back at me. “I can take you guys home if you want. I’m heading out anyway.”

We leave the club, Yoongi and Eli flanking us as we make our way to the bus stop. Gabi and Jimin are in high spirits, though their drunken state makes it clear that they’re struggling to keep their balance. Gabi leans heavily on Eli, her laughter spilling out in bursts that mix with the cool night air. Jimin, also swaying slightly, is grinning like a fool and bumping into things as we walk.

Yoongi sticks close to my side, his presence steady and reassuring. Eli occasionally glancing back at Yoongi and me.

The bus ride is a mix of awkwardness and exhaustion. I notice that Eli is starting to fidget. Gabi and Jimin are getting more out of control, their drunken antics making it hard for me to keep a clear head. I try to help them find their seats, but Gabi keeps giggling and leaning against me while Jimin slumps into the seat, his head resting against the window.

Yoongi sits beside me, his arm brushing against mine. He leans in slightly, his voice soft. “How are you holding up?”

I glance at him, appreciating his concern. “I’m okay, looking forward to get home”

He nods, a small smile on his lips.

The bus jolts to a stop, and I watch as Eli exits, waving goodbye with a slightly disheveled look. The doors close behind her, and the bus continues on its route.

By the time we reach our stop, Gabi and Jimin are both in bad shape. Jimin stumbles off the bus and as Yoongi unlocks the door, as he is the who is the most sober between all of us, Jimin pushes him aside and crashes onto the couch in the living room, his body collapsing in a heap. Gabi, somehow finding the energy, manages to make her way to her room, though she’s swaying and mumbling incoherently.

Yoongi helps me get Gabi to her bed, making sure she’s settled before turning back to me. The apartment is quiet, the noise of the night replaced by a peaceful stillness.

I make my way back to the front door, feeling a wave of sobriety wash over me as the adrenaline from the night fades. The reality of the situation hits me hard. I’m alone with Yoongi, the person I’ve been trying to understand and connect with for weeks, but was just out with one who I tought was one of my best friends here. 

“Thank you for everything tonight,” I whisper trying not wake up Jimin who was asleep not too far, I look up at him with a shy and grateful smile. 

He takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad you are okay.”

There’s a charged silence between us, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Yoongi’s gaze drops to my lips, and I can see the desire and warmth in his eyes. Without thinking, which I can only blame the 5 shots and the many cups of wine I downed this evening, I lean in, my heart racing.

Yoongi meets me halfway, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. The world around us fades away as the kiss deepens, his hands finding their way to my face, holding me close. The kiss is a mix of longing and relief, a culmination of all the emotions we’ve both been holding back.

When our lips finally meet, it’s a delicate, exploratory touch—soft and hesitant, as if we’re both savoring the moment of first contact. His lips are warm and tender against mine, sending a rush of sensation that makes my heart skip a beat. The kiss deepens slowly, becoming more passionate but still gentle, as if we are both savoring the newness of the moment.

His hands move to cup my face, holding me gently but firmly, as if anchoring us both in this moment. I respond, my hands resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension and warmth of his body. The kiss becomes a dance of give-and-take, each movement smooth and synchronized.

Suddenly, Yoongi’s hands slide down from my face to my waist, pulling me closer against him. The intensity of the kiss increases, and a soft moan escapes my lips as his tongue brushes against mine, teasing and exploring. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the firmness of his chest against mine, and it sends a shiver of excitement through my body.

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, the kiss growing more fervent. His hands roam my back, tracing patterns that make my skin tingle with anticipation. Every touch, every brush of his lips feels electric, and I’m completely lost in the sensation, in him.

We finally break apart, gasping for breath, our foreheads resting against each other. Yoongi’s eyes are dark with desire, his breathing ragged. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits softly, his voice husky with emotion.

I nod, my heart pounding. “Me too,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heartbeat.

He smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes my heart flutter. “I should go now. It’s late, and you need to get some rest. You’re definitely going to need some coffee tomorrow.”

I manage a small laugh, still feeling the aftershocks of our kiss. “Yeah, you’re right. Thank you, for getting us back here.”

He gives me one last, lingering look before stepping towards the door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I reply, watching him leave. The door closes behind him, and I’m left alone in the quiet apartment, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and nervous anticipation for what comes next.

I head back to my room, feeling completely sober now, the kiss still fresh on my lips. He’s right. I will definitely need that coffee tomorrow.

The sharp light of morning filters through the thin curtains, turning my small bedroom into a bright, albeit blurry, reality. My head is pounding with the remnants of last night’s revelry, and I feel a dull ache behind my eyes. I groan and stretch, hoping to shake off the fog that lingers from too many drinks.

I roll over to check my phone, squinting at the screen as I fumble with the brightness. The messages from Jungkook, sent in the group chat, catches my attention first, asking if we all made it back safely. Yoongi’s reply—a simple thumbs-up.

God. Yoongi. Did I actually kiss him last night? The reality of what happened last night comes crashing back. My heart skips a beat as I remember the kiss, the heat of his lips against mine, and the surge of feelings that accompanied it. The warmth of Yoongi’s touch, the intensity in his eyes—it all feels so vivid and real, despite the haze of alcohol that clearly clouded my judgment.

I sit up, shaking my head to clear the lingering grogginess. My fingers instinctively brush over my lips, still tingling from the kiss. Was it a mistake? Was it something real? The confusion and anxiety settle in as I replay the moments leading up to that kiss in my mind. The way Yoongi had looked at me, how our lips had met, the way his touch had felt.

I stumble out of bed, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night. The sun’s rays are harsh against my eyes, magnifying the headache that pulses with each heartbeat. As I pad across the room, my reflection in the mirror catches my eye. My hair is a mess, and I look as disheveled as I feel. I reach for my phone again, scrolling through the messages to see if there’s any sign of further communication from him. But there’s nothing new.

I head to the kitchen, hoping that a strong cup of coffee will help me clear my head. The ritual of brewing coffee is a small comfort amidst the turmoil. As the aroma fills the kitchen, no matter how hard I try, my mind keeps returning to the kiss.

The way Yoongi’s lips had felt on mine was more than just a normal kiss— Had it been just the alcohol talking? Or was there something real beneath the surface? I keep replaying the moment in my head, his warm breath against my cheek, the way his fingers had cradled my face. But Gabi had seen him with Eli, not long before. 

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I need to talk to Yoongi, but how do I even begin with a conversation like that? What if he sees it as just a mistake, or worse, what if he regrets it? Maybe he was drunk too and might not even remember last night. 

The coffee brews slowly, giving me time to gather my thoughts. I decide to take a shower, hoping that the refreshing feel of water will help me clear my mind. As I let the hot water cascade over me, I try to focus on the present, on the routine of getting ready for the day. 

Wrapped in a towel, I check my phone again. The lack of new messages from Yoongi only heightens my anxiety. I wonder if he’s also been thinking about what happened, or if he’s already moved past it. The uncertainty is eating at me.

“Hey, thanks for last night. I was wondering if you are free later? Thought we should talk”

I hit send and put my phone down. Now, it’s a matter of waiting for his response. I hear commotion on the living room as Jimin starts to come back to himself. I prepare an extra cup of coffe and head to the living room. I drop onto the couch next to Jimin, who’s already wincing at the strong aroma of coffee. He looks as rough as I feel—his hair sticking out in odd angles, and the dark circles under his eyes making him look like he’s been through a battle.

 “Man I feel bad if you feel like how you look” Jimin grumbles, his eyes half-shut as he reaches for the coffee I’d prepared for him.

“If I were you, I’d keep quiet. You don’t look much better yourself,” I reply, trying to match his attempt at humor with my own. I lean back against the cushions, feeling the slight comfort of the soft fabric against my tired body.

Jimin takes a slow sip from his cup, grimacing as the bitter taste hits his tongue. “Ugh, I don’t even remember getting home last night. Was it really as crazy as it felt?”

“It was a pretty intense night,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual. I don’t mention the kiss, not really sure why. I blame the hungover I’m nursing. “We all made it back somehow. Gabi’s still asleep in her room.”

Jimin nods, his gaze distant as he tries to piece together fragments of the previous night. “Yeah, I remember bits and pieces. I think I saw Yoongi...”

The mention of Yoongi makes my heart race a little faster. I try to push away the nervousness and focus on Jimin’s recovery from his hangover. “Yeah, Yoongi was a real lifesaver. He helped get us home and made sure everyone was okay.”

“Oh, nice of him,” Jimin replies, his voice a bit clearer now. 

I manage a small smile and nod, though my thoughts are still consumed by the kiss and the uncertainty of where things stand between Yoongi and me. 

The sound of my phone buzzing interrupts the quiet moment. I reach for it, my heart skipping a beat as I see Yoongi’s name on the screen. I quickly open the message, hoping for some clarity.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking about last night too. I’m free this afternoon. How about we meet up and talk?”

A mix of relief and anxiety floods over me. He wants to meet and talk—this is my chance to understand what really happened between us. I take a deep breath and compose my reply.

Sounds good. How about we meet at that? I’ll see you there around 3?

I send the message and set my phone aside, feeling a slight tremor of nerves in my stomach. Meeting up with Yoongi will bring everything out into the open. I glance at Jimin, who’s now scrolling through his phone and looking slightly more awake.

“Hey, I’m heading out this afternoon to meet up with Yoongi,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “Do you think you’ll be up for a little while? Maybe we can catch up after I get back?”

Jimin nods, managing a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just need to get through this coffee and maybe a nap. You go ahead. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” I say, feeling a touch of gratitude. “let me know if you need anything else”

I’m not surprise that we were walking up late, way past noon. I get ready, throwing some casual clothes and leave the appartment, taking my time to reach the café. The sunlight feeling oddly warm and bright as I head towards the café. The crisp air helps clear my mind a little, though the anxiety about the upcoming conversation with Yoongi lingers. I keep replaying the kiss in my mind, trying to decipher its meaning.

When I finally reach the café, I find a quiet corner table and settle in, hoping that the ambiance and the soothing music will help calm my nerves. I order a drink and wait, my thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation. 

Yoongi arrives right on time, looking casual but put-together. He spots me and gives a small wave as he walks over, looking not at all bothered by anything. Why do I have a feeling this might go south?

“Hey,” he says as he approaches, taking a seat across from me. “Thanks for meeting up.”

“Of course,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “I thought it was important we talk.”

We both sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the kiss hanging between us. Finally, Yoongi breaks the silence, his voice low and sincere.

“I’ve been thinking about last night a lot,” he starts, looking directly into my eyes. “I really felt something when we kissed,” he had said, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. But then, he had added, “But I’m not looking for anything serious right now. So I would appreciate if we could keep it low what happened.”

Yoongi’s words hang in the air, and for a moment, the world around me seems to blur. The warm café, the chatter of other patrons, the gentle hum of the coffee machine—all fade as I focus on the unexpected turn in his confession

His expression is a mix of apprehension and regret, as if he’s bracing himself for my reaction. I sit there, trying to process the weight of his words. The initial rush of relief I felt when I saw his message this morning feels like a distant memory. The knot in my stomach tightens as I grapple with the reality of what he’s saying.

I’m still silent, struggling to articulate my thoughts. The brief silence feels interminable, filled with the noise of my own racing heartbeat and the hum of the café around us. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

“I’m ok with that.” I try to brush it off even though the only thing in my mind was that damn kiss. He still seems tense. “I mean it was just a moment of…intensity. You just want to forget what happened?” I ask him

Yoongi’s gaze drops to his hands, fidgeting with the edge of the napkin on the table. “Not exactly forget. More like…keep it as a moment that happened between us, but not let it change things or complicate what we have right now.”

I nod slowly, the disappointment settling heavily in my chest. “I understand. I guess I should’ve expected something like this. I mean, we were both drunk”

We sit in silence for a moment, the initial tension easing slightly as we both process the conversation. Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee, and I try to find solace in the soothing ambiance of the café.

Finally, I’m the one to break the silence. “Do you want to talk about something else? Or maybe just…hang out for a bit?”

“Uh, actually I’m a bit busy today. Maybe another day?”

I nod, trying not show the dissapointment that is brewing inside. 

“Yup. Thanks for the talk today!” I say to him and he quickly finishes his drink and gets ready to leave.

Yoongi finishes his coffee quickly and stands up, his movements a little too eager as if he’s anxious to leave. He offers me a quick, somewhat awkward smile before gathering his things.

“Thanks for being chill about it,” he says, his voice filled with genuine relief. “I’ll text you later!”

I manage a small, forced smile in return. “Yup. Thanks for the talk today!” I watch him as he heads out, the door chiming softly behind him. The café feels emptier now, the absence of his presence leaving a noticeable gap.

As the door closes, the reality of our conversation settles heavily in my chest. I stare down at the remnants of my coffee, the once comforting aroma now a bitter reminder of our discussion. The weight of his words, the certainty of his boundaries, and the palpable sense of finality hang around me like a shroud.

The quiet of the café feels almost oppressive now, the gentle murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups a distant background noise. I glance around, feeling disconnected from the world outside, lost in the aftermath of our conversation.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my swirling emotions. I had hoped for more clarity, a resolution that would either move us forward or let me put the past behind me. Instead, I’m left with an uneasy acceptance of the boundaries Yoongi has set. It feels like a door closing softly, leaving me in a limbo between hope and resignation.

With a sigh, I gather my things and stand up, taking one last look around the café before heading out. The sunlight outside feels warm and bright, but it does little to chase away the lingering shadows in my mind. Previous ✧ Next

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100 Bloodweave Fanfic recommendations

As there are over 3,000 Bloodweave fanfics, I have been wanting to do a fanfic rec list for a while. To share some of the works I enjoyed and to offer support for the talented writers in the fandom. I opted for 100, as it is a nice number for a rec list. It was very hard to narrow it down, and there are many good fics that, unfortunately, didn't make it too the list. This is not meant as a 'Top 100' list.

The recommendations will be shared in 6 parts as it is too much for one post.

Part 6: Alternate Universe - 18 fics.

Driven by Nivasi. 105,334. Angst and Feels, Anemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff. Gale is a four-time Formula 1 World Champion at the top of his game, until he's involved in a crash that nearly ends his life as well as his career. Two years later, he's invited back. The only catch? His new teammate is a rich, spoiled daddy's boy who represents everything Gale hates about the sport.

Astarion is an F1 rookie, with only one season under his belt. As one of the sport's most promising talents, he's thrilled when he's invited to be part of the renowned Weave Racing team. The only catch? His new teammate is a failed relic who expects Astarion to be his Number 2 driver.

Now, the two unwilling colleagues will need to learn to work together or watch both their careers go up in flames.

Getting Carried Away by bluebeebalm. 122,582 words. Fake/Pretend Relationship, Academic Trauma, Hurt/ Comfort, Healing, Smut.  A fantastic AU character study, where struggling actor Astarion is hired by Gale to attend a party with him to help get his ex celebrity scientist Mystra off his back.

Watch The Fire by Aldaphrodite. Ongoing. Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Fake Relationship. Gale Dekarios, a seasoned, respected rockstar losing steam with the younger audience. Astarion Ancunin, a popstar on the rise who can’t seem to keep his reputation (or his nose) clean. What better way to boost both of their careers than to sell a fake relationship to the press? That’s what their managers seem to think, anyway.

Still Breathing by cweepa. Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Trauma. Fresh out of a messy divorce, disgraced academic Gale Dekarios finds himself biting off more than he can chew when a seemingly innocuous encounter with an enigmatic camboy, Star, leads him down a precarious path of lies, liberation and eventually—love. Hold on to the handlebars because this one will take you on a rollercoaster of emotions.

Derailed by DeepSeaAngerfish. Ongoing. Grooming, Domestic Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Falling in Love. Five years after escaping from the man who groomed him, Astarion is working for a train line and meets Gale and his abusive wife Mystra as passengers. Difficult feelings ensue.

Roasted by TheBusyBaker. Ongoing. Fluff, Angst, Pining, Smut, Eating Disorders. Astarion is a model working in a cafe, Gale is an author. When their paths come together, they find that a life worth living is better in good company.

The Season by Linnetagain. Ongoing. Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst. In which Astarion is an ex-olympic figure skater and Gale is a famous musician. They get paired together as Dancing on Ice's first ever same sex couple. Shenanigans ensue.

Hustle by Nivasi. 65,463 words. Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romcom. Astarion works hard on his YouTube channel, sometimes spending weeks on the beautiful fashion films that show off his handcrafted gowns. His audience may be small but he's proud of his content. Which is why it's so godsdamned irritating when the self-named 'Wizard Of Waterdeep' starts posting hideous videos of his endless rambling and gets two million subscribers almost overnight.

Afterlife by cweepa, Dummptruck. Ongoing. Dark Comedy, Drama, Romance, Slow Burn, Thought Provoking. Amidst the softly thrumming melancholy of a dystopian, cyber-punk city, former corporate-rat Astarion Ancunín, who has long since lost the will to live, finds himself in possession of a G-413 or "Gale" - an amnesiac android who, strangely enough, enjoys living.

The Fall of the House of Szarr by dirty_whorchata. 69,175. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Cazador related tags. Beauty, tradition, and perfection: these are the pillars of the House of Szarr, a centuries-old perfumery owned by creative director and artist Cazador Szarr and shouldered by its next-to-nobody nose, Astarion Ancunín.

Overworked, underpaid, and determined to claw his way out, Astarion finds the perfect blend of unusual charm and genius—and the key to toppling the house for good—when he meets chemistry professor Gale Dekarios.

The Allure of Thermodynamics by rynzler. 3,650 words. Dr. Dekarios's students try to rescue him from the handsome stranger that comes into class to shamelessly flirt the physics professor into a flustered mess. A cute one-shot.

Ex’s and Oh’s by Kalaide. 81,028 words. Angst, Feels, Romcom. Astarion encounters Gale a year after their breakup at a reunion, only to find him with someone new. As Astarion struggles to move on, he can't help but feel the pull of their past, especially when Gale seems intent on reconnecting.

I Carried A Watermelon? By SpellSparkler. Ongoing. Strangers to Lovers, Smut. Astarion didn’t believe in love stories. But life had accidentally thrown him into one of his own when he meets Gale, who is in the middle of a messy divorce, on an airplane. 

hanging on your words by vampyreerotica. 10,147 words. Written for the Bloodweave 31 gays of summer event, day 12: mail. Professor AU where Gale and Astarion argue over a double-booking and slowly fall in love.

Kintsugi by autumnpicker. 8,438 words. Mystra’s grooming, Hurt/ Comfort, Anxiety. Written for the “Pride” prompt for the 31 Gays of Summer event from the Bloodweave Brainrot Discord! Five times Gale had his heart broken at Pride. And the one time he didn’t.

folie à deux by binder. 8,344 words. Reincarnation. Astarion is a college student plagued by dreams of a life he's never lived.

Memento Vivere by HylianWorrier. 11,666 words. Gothic, Spooky. Hopelessly lost in a rainstorm, Gale happens upon a beautiful country mansion. Hoping to find help making his way back to his car he finds himself enraptured by the hospitable homeowner.

All I Want For Christmas (Is My Mother To Stop Meddling) by IndiWritings. 24,297 words. Fake Relationship, Feelings Realisation, Christmas. When Gale's mother threatens to invite his ex-wife Mystra to spend Christmas with them, Astarion offers to pose as Gale's boyfriend instead. What could possibly go wrong?

Part 1: In Universe Canon Multi-Chapter - 15 fics

Part 2: In Universe Canon One-Shots - 17 fics.

Part 3: In Universe Canon Divergent - 16 fics.

Part 4: In Universe Post-Canon Multi-Chapter - 20 fics. 

Part 5: In Universe Post-Canon One Shots - 14 fics. 

[anaer]

fic writer asks: 4, 14, 24

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4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

SO MANY. Sukugo lives rent free in my brain. Here is a (not at all comprehensive) list of some of the Sukugo fics I have planned:

The main one on my list is a pre-Shibuya "Sukuna seduces Gojo to evil" fic that I've been thinking about forever. It will be no longer than ten chapters. Ideally, eight or so.

I do also have a big dark, alternate canon stsg/sukugo fic I've been planning that goes AU when Gojo kills all the cultists in Hidden Inventory before Geto gets there, and Geto gets radicalized in the opposite direction supporting the higher ups over Gojo and lowkey gaslighting Gojo into accepting the ensuing punishment and the disastrous way that impacts everything and the resulting fallout which mainly happens when Sukuna incarnates years later. Cuz Gojo is pissed. No one will be good or nice in that fic except probably Yuuji who doesn't ever deserve to be involved in any of this, hahaha.

Then, I also want to write just some toxic no powers AU filthy kinky smut with like 18-20 year old Gojo trying (and succeeding) to get into Sukuna's pants. Not BDSM because nothing about them should ever be safe or sane.

Then there's immortal crime boss Sukuna who kills this pesky guy getting in his way, but plot twist: Gojo is also immortal and pops back up. Annoyingly.

I have also actually started the coffee shop serial killer AU lol, but it feels like I haven't because I only have one page written.

I have more, but these are the main ones directly on my list. This is of course not including the ones I'm already writing. I actually have a written list of JJK fic ideas, for various different ships. Sukugo is just my favourite.

14. where do you get your inspiration?

My hyperfixations, fml. But also talking to other people.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

When it comes to writing, I don't really have a way of recharging? But I rarely don't feel creative, and if I don't, I try to just write a little bit more anyway. Or I'll rewrite what I've got word for word. Or I'll just jump to a different fic: I can't stay stuck on one fic nonstop; it wears me out on that particular story. I do get distracted with video games, but that doesn't help my creative process at all, hahaha.

If I feel particularly drained by one fandom, I will usually end up jumping ship to another, and finding something new that hits will always recharge my creative batteries. I.e. the reason I'm not writing DC anymore: I feel like I used up all my good ideas, and the comics also started just wearing on me. I'm mostly surprised I still feel like writing for JJK at the moment because when a story disappoints me as badly as this one has (and I could write an essay on all my issues with the storytelling that have brought us to this point), normally I tap out. I feel drained, canon isn't really giving me anything new, I'm honestly not even engaging with canon directly anymore. I hear about what's going on through my friends. That's way past the death knell of my time in a fandom, but. Idk, man. Something about Gojo keeps me going; he's a character I could write forever. I have so many ideas, and I find writing them more rewarding than engaging with canon, which has never happened to me before.

[anomaly-hivemind]

Sweater Holders || Tanjiro x Inosuke

Chapter Five, Chapter Seven

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters, Alternate Universe Angst, Bottom!Inosuke, Breeding, College!Au, Cuddles, Douma, Fluff, Gae, Himbos, MDNI, Mental Comfort, Mutual Pining, Potential Gore, Top!Tanjiro, Virgin, Biting, Body Worship, Bottom, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, if you know you know, Inotan, Teacher!Muzan, Slowburn, Smut, Tanjiro'S BigAssForehead, Top

Chapter Six

Recommended Songs: Golden Hour(instrumental)- JVKE

Overcooked main menu music

Overcooked level music

Inosuke pov

A few months have passed and my mom is now recovering from having a baby. I've been keeping in touch with Tanjiro a lot since he took care of me when I got sick from being reckless and I've thanked him a few times over because of it. I've been trying to come up with something to make it up,for him taking care of me. Even if he said it was fine and that I didn't need to do anything as a form of apology or a thank you. I just feel like I should anyway.

So here I was coming up and planning something for Tanjiro as a thank you for taking care of me, feeding me, and going as far as letting me rest in his bed until I got better.

Should I make him something; what if he doesn't like it? I could take him somewhere, but where would we go? Restaurants feel too romantic and we were just friends. The movies might work but there isn’t really anything good out at the moment, plus I wouldn’t be able to talk too much during a movie. We could go on a walk to the nearby park… nope it's still cold outside and I feel like he would pester me on not getting sick again. Maybe we eat takeout while playing video games might be fun or maybe watch some anime.

Yeah, that could work; hanging out with my friend eating takeout, and playing some of my favorite games or watching my favorite shows. He also wouldn’t take it as me saying thank you or any kind of apology. So it would work. I just have to text him and ask him if he wants to hang out and when.

So that's what I do…

Inosuke: Hey! Tangipahoa I got a new game. Do you want to come over and play it with me.

Tanjiro: Sure! When should I come over? ^u^

Inosuke: I Don't know just whenever.

Tanjiro: okay. I'll be over in about half an hour, see you soon.

Inosuke: ok.

I cut my phone off and stared at my room, which looked like a pigsty in the making now that I was looking at it. Which needs to be fixed in the short time I have before Tanjiro gets here. I really should have cleaned up before I texted him. Sighing I look down at the mess of clothes that are…well everywhere.

I sluggishly clean up my things, throwing away empty water bottles and separating dirty clothes, and putting it in my bin. Before I could put away all the clean stuff a knock appeared downstairs.

I mutter a curse and decide to drag all my clean stuff into my closet to deal with later or possibly never again. Heading downstairs and opening the door to see Tanjiro dress casually.

“Sup” was all I could think of saying.

“Hello” Tanjiro gave me a smile and wave, I stared at him blankly; he looks like a golden retriever I thought.

“Come on” I let him in, closing the door behind him. Leading him up to my now clean room, I take a seat on the floor in front of my Tv. I looked over to Tanjiro and he was standing in the middle of my room like he had never been in here before.

“Why are you standing around like that? Sit down!” I raised an eyebrow to him. I go back to setting up the game that I have,

It's not actually a new game but I manage to never play it but he doesn't need to know that. I shrug off the thought and cut the game on. It's hard to play a multiplayer game by yourself anyway.

“You ready to play” I toss him one of my spare controllers and get off the floor to sit on the bed beside him.

“What's this game about?” he looks over to me, I might have sat a little closer than intended but oh well.

“It's a timed cooking game” I looked back at him to see that he looked rather surprised. “What” I glared at him slightly.

“Sorry that just wasn’t what I thought we would be playing” he shrugged and laughed a bit.

“What did you expect us to be playing… a dating sim? something with zombies? A dating sim with ZOmbIes?!” I blurted out the first thing I could think of while tilting my head.

“Definitely something with zombies… wait did you say, do you play dating sims?!” He questioned me and I felt my ears get hot.

“N-NO!” I internally curse myself for stuttering and look away from him.

“I mean that's cool if you do.” I could feel his eyes on my back but I'm not looking at his probably stupid-looking face and his definitely stupid expression when he’s trying to be supporting or something along those lines. My face feels hot…

“Let's just play the game…” I turned the game on and The title screen popped up.

The “overcooked” game screen, the chibi characters idle in a food truck. Connecting the controllers to the game the rules pop up. The music played loudly throughout my room.

I stare at the screen a mass of undead bread things were what we would be cooking and serving. Tanjiro’s and my character separated into parts of the area.

“I guess I got those zombies.” he joked while guttering ingredients to make food. The minute-thirty timer counted down for what felt faster than its actual set time.

“Yeah, but could you consider sentient bread as zombies.” I throw the foods he made into the conveyor belt giving him more ingredients. The timer clicked down its final seconds before the alarm went off and our time for the level was up.

Game level after level it gets harder to get things done correctly in a short time. Things were getting set on fire.

“It's on Fire!” I yelled while I was trying to serve the things that were already done. Tanjiro drops a sorry apology while putting out the fire with a small laugh.

Time ran out and we lost the level. Shit. I pause the game and look over to Tanjiiro. Looking at my window, the sun was setting which means we had been playing for a few hours.

“You know I’m starting to feel glad that Kotoha-San doesn’t let you cook,” Tajiro said beside me, a playful smirk on his face.

“Yea w-well at least I don’t underseason my food!” I said my face flushed with color. What the hell is wrong with me today? Why did I stutter?

“I’m sorry if I underseasoned my food and were not allowed to add any seasonings to the food at the hospital!” Tanjiro cried out. I knew I was right though. In the past four months, Tanjiro has interned at a hospital specializing for the elderly; I had stopped by once or twice to eat lunch with the Maroon-haired boy and he could attest to the quality of the food, it was very underseasoned.

“If getting old means my food can’t have any spice or umami then I'm fine with dying young.”

Tanjiro simply laughed at the statement, feelings fluttering around nervously in my stomach. I stared at Tanjiro holding his stomach as laughter rippled through him; his earrings jangled softly and his boyish laugh filled the room. So… pretty. Wait- fuck… guys don’t usually think of eachother as pretty.

But isn’t that just toxic masculinity?

My mind raced and I quickly caught eyes with Tanjiro, he was giving me a slightly confused and amused stare. I cleared my throat and looked away to hide the embarrassment on my face.

Arhgg! What the hell was wrong with me today! I’m confused…but I place the thought in the back of my mind to think about later or probably never.

“Your face is pretty red, you okay Inosuke?”

“WhaT? I’m fine Tapioka!” My voice cracked a little.

“I guess the hot weather is getting you then huh?”

“Yeah I guess so…” I clear my throat.

“So what do you want to do now.?” He looked over at me.

“I don't know… wanna watch a movie. I also have netflix if you want to watch something on there.” I look down at the small shelf of movies I have.

“Oh what about this, I used to watch this with my little sisters all the time!” Tanjiro said, holding up a copy of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella.

We started to watch the movie and I spent the first half of it nodding my head to the beat of songs or just outright singing them. I was keeping it tame for most of the songs and other parts of the movie until one of my favorite songs started, the prince is giving a ball.

I looked over at Tanjiro and he seemed slightly surprised by my theatrics. I closed my eyes for a moment, singing with a dramatic tone and my hands extended as I half shouted the words.

Tanjio soon joined in on the singing once the duo was really starting to get closer to its peak. Somehow we had inched closer to each other, leaning on each other's shoulders as we sang the last parts of the song together. After the song ended we paused for a moment, still against each other as the movie continued to play. I quickly shuffle back a few steps back with a small but manly chuckle.

It was a bit awkward by the end of the movie, with an odd tension in the air as Tanjiro made his way home. I lead him down the stairs but I pause before opening the door.

“Hold on a second, tangerine!”

Tanjiro turned around, his eyes wide with expectancy, ready for whatever I was going to say.

“Um, I have a showcase coming up, so you should come… lemon head too I guess. I’m telling you two months in advance so you better be there.” I kind of mumbled the words a bit but he still understood what I was trying to say.

“Of course I’ll be there, Inosuke,” he said, giving me the same dopey smile he always does. There was that odd twinge in my stomach again but I quickly brushed it off as potential upset bowls.

“Hah- whatever just go, you have class in the morning right so you need to leave so you don’t miss the train,” I said, nearly pushing him out the door.

“Wow Inosuke I didn’t know you cared so much,” His eyes closed as he smiled.

“Pffp as if I just don’t want you stuck here.” I rolled my shoulders back as I spoke in a chill yet joking tone, well I at least hoped he knew I was joking.

“Yeah okay Inosuke goodbye.” he smiled and opened my front door.

[ao3feed-gav900]

a taste of identity

https://ift.tt/Wz4lUAZ by blingblingboy “‘Why?’ Nines didn’t mean for the question to come off as so desperate. But something had latched itself to his voice—to him—and wouldn’t let go. Reed didn’t answer for a long time, or at least what felt like a long time. All he did was watch Nines with those gray, gray eyes, not gray like the empty ocean of ones and zeroes that was Nines’s mind palace, but gray like the mediary between the stark whites and blacks of his jacket. Gray like everything Nines wasn’t allowed to be.” A long broken detective aching for connection gets partnered with an android struggling to understand his place in the world. Despite all odds, they teach each other not just what it means to be alive, but what it means to live. [Part One] Words: 3948, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Jeffrey Fowler, Richard Perkins, OCs for plot purposes Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900 & Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Asexual Gavin Reed, Asexual Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed Redemption, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, he is mentally ill, Suicide Attempt, There are two, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has a Different Name, its nines, Pre-Relationship, Enemies to Friends, to lovers is coming later, in part two, Upgraded Connor | RK900 and Gavin Reed are Police Partners, Philosophy, what does it mean to be human?, im not actually a philosopher, anyway, gavin reed says fuck all the time, Mental Health Issues, nines is Lost, pre-deviant nines, reed wants a (boy)friend, but he aint gonna get one, for a while, Slow Burn, nines is on the path to deviancy

[diif-enthusiast]

Jock!Atsumu x nerd!reader

summary: relationship between a jock atsumu x a nerdy reader. fluffy until the cut. kinda a pt 2 to this 

c/w: smut under the cut, afab!reader, use of ‘princess’, cosplay, some degradation (not rlly), praise kink, self indulgent LOL, not proofread bc I'm lazy, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: I hc that atsumu loves kissing you, like its his favorite thing to do and I am so in love with him ! ALSO, Happy Valentines Day :’)

w/c: 1.1 k 

Just imagine jockey-himbo Atsumu who never thought he would be dating someone like you, but absolutely loving it. You were his shy tutor or something and after one wet dream with you in it he was smitten. You were more hesitant to form a relationship with him because of his notorious reputation. He swayed you anyways to date him, who could say no to this man? Not you!

Your relationship started off slow because it was hidden from almost everybody. You guys thought you were being sneaky but your best friend knew and like most of his team knew. You two were practically attached at the hip, or more so you were always behind him in social situations. He thought you were the cutest thing ever and tried to constantly nudge you out of your comfort zone, while you constantly urged him to stay home and just cuddle on the couch. Your friends didn’t know how you made it work but it just did. You two loved each other and it made your friends gag.

It was easy for you to get into his hobbies, with them just being volleyball, video games, and eating. You went to all his matches and would love to watch him ramble about whatever he was thinking. It was harder for him to get into your hobbies though, like watching shows, or reading. This ADHD ass mfer will never pay attention. Constantly asking you what is going on in the show even when they’re in the middle of explaining. Likes to lay his head in your lap when you're reading, just watching you or dozing off.

This man is jealous of everything though. Like if you have plants or stuffed animals, it is on sight once you are not in the room. When you are around he will just pout and smother you in kisses. If people are flirting with you he will make a point of touching you more or saying shit like, “Oh yeah my GIRLFRIEND and I are very HAPPY.” or whispering dirty things in your ear in public to get you all flustered.

He is the worst with your fictional crushes though! If you ever admit you have a crush on a character in a show he will be a pouty mess because you have him, why do you need any other men? He will start trying to distract you from the show by getting handsy or kissing you all over. “‘Sumu!” you protest trying to listen to what is happening.

“Pay attention babe,” he said as his hands slid under your shirt, “Wouldn’t want to miss anything.”

You bite your lip at the new sensation of his hands fondling your tits. “At least let me pause it, please?”

“What? Ya don’t like watching that guy while you get fondled by your boyfriend?” He teased into your ear.

“The only reason I like him is because he reminds me of you,” you admit bashfully, hiding your face behind your hands.

He stopped and removed his hands from your shirt. You pout at the loss of his touch as he stood up. Leaving to your shared bedroom. He is so strange, you think to yourself as you continue watching. You heard noise coming from the bedroom but ignored it expecting another one of his strange antics.  

Ten minutes later you heard the door open and your interest was piqued. “Baby~,” he said as he walked back to the living room.

You paused the show to give him your full attention. When you finally saw him, he was dressed in full cosplay as the character he was just jealous of. You giggled at him, so confident in his costume. “You look so handsome.”

“Of course I do,” he mused, “And I bet I would look even better between ya legs.”

Your face went red as he practically jumped on top of you, kissing you like a starved man. His hands explored your body, groping and teasing. His fingers found their way into your pants, prodding at you over your underwear. You squirm underneath him, but his large frame keeps you pinned down. “Ya like this babe? Being touched by your favorite character?”

You nodded your head, grinding yourself on his fingers. He finally moved your panties off your legs, entering you with one finger, while he thumbed at your clit. He leaned to kiss you again, swallowing all of your moans. His fingers plunge in and out of you with no mercy, he didn’t care that you were a shaking mess underneath him and he continued to ignore how hard he was. When he finally let you breathe he almost came at the sight. You were too busy to notice his face as you palmed at his dick. He twitched underneath your touch and he realized how uncomfortable these cosplay pants were with a boner. He moaned at your touch, grinding himself further, desperate for any friction. “You’re so naughty ‘Sumu,” you tease in his ear.

His fingers left your hole and he finally released his cock from his pants. “You’re the naughty one princess, all dripping wet because ya favorite characters gonna fuck ya so good.”

He rubs himself on your pussy, getting lubed up for you, muttering sweet nothings under his breath. “So pretty baby, I love this pussy,” he said lovingly before entering you with no warning.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation, his pace fast and deep, every thrust hitting a good spot that makes tears prick at your eyes. You cry out his name, and give him the confidence to go faster, with the sound of his balls hitting your ass as he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he moaned, “Bet ya -ah- he couldn’t fuck ya this good huh? Who does this pussy belong to?” “You! ‘Sumu fuck,” you squirmed underneath him as the pleasure was beginning to be too much.

“Cum on my cock princess, make a mess of this costume so I won’t even have to use it again,” his voice slightly strained as he was getting his own orgasm.

His thrust became more sporadic as his orgasm was coming closer, and you were clenching around him reaching your own. He loved looking at your expressions as he was fucking you, no one else could fuck you like he did. “Wanna cum with me baby? ��M close,” he hissed as you clenched around him again.

One last thrust against your g-stop and you came undone. “Cum-cumming!,” you moaned and felt him cumming at the same time, he kept thrusting as you both rode out your orgasms.

“I love you ‘Sumu,” you whisper before giving him a soft kiss.

“Love me more than that guy?” he said before pointing to the TV where the show was still paused.

“Of course!”

He grinned before nuzzling himself into your neck, “Good, now I can throw this costume away.”

“No, I want you to wear it again!” you protest as your fingers raked through his hair.

He grumbled against you but you knew he would keep it.

[kkusuka]

Hi Wifey!! Congrats on 2k I’m so proud 🥺😫💖 anyways I would love a smut number 3 with Bakugou, Ushijima and Bokuto plleeeaaasssee my darling -✨Puppy🤩

<3

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

Fem. anatomy!

genre: smut

characters: Bakugou, Ushijima, Bokuto

cw: public sex

an: i totally forgot to post this yesterday lol

Bakugou Katsuki

The Back Alley

Patrol is simultaneously the best and worst part of being a pro hero.

Some days it was where most action happened and it was nice to see some fans every once in a while. Others, it was the most boring experience of his life, no villains, no robberies, not even a purse snatcher!

The plus-- if he could even call it that-- was that he was alone today. So what does a bored man do whilst they are alone? Scroll through all of his hidden photos for every single video or picture that you're stuffed with his cock.

Now not only was he bored and alone; but also horny and has a lot of time on his hands. He could approach this two ways; stop watching videos of his cock pounding you to hell as you cream like a whore for him and calm down or send you his location and fuck you agist the wall of the alley he currently resided.

The morally challenged being he was, choosing the latter was not difficult.

“Katsuki! Are you ok? You just said to come as soon as possible, you scared me!” your voice rang ten minutes after his cryptic text.

“Fine, just c’mere.” he led you into the small distance between buildings, tucking your body into him. Within a moment his lips were on your neck, bringing to light the reason you were called here.

His hand finding its way to your clothed pussy, singling your clit out through the thin layers of your clothes. Almost melting into his touch, you almost completely forget that you’re standing within view of anyone who walks past.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you push yourself away from his hands only to be violently pulled back into him. This time, his fingers going beyond the bounds of your panties, thrusting a finger into your already dripping hole.

“Let them” he states maneuvering your shirt into your mouth as a makeshift gag as he pushes your bra below your tits, “plus, if you don’t want to then why is your cunt fucking dripping on my fingers?”

Switching your positions, he kicks your feet further apart trapping you between his body and the wall. Sliding his fingers out of your clenching walls, relocating to your clit you feel something much bigger press against your folds.

Letting you settle for a brief moment, he presses his entire length into your heat. Pulling his hips back only to fuck it back into you forces you further into the wall. You can feel the slick running down your thighs as the sound of skin slapping rings through the alley.

“Fuck, you’d let me use you anywhere, look at you getting dicked in an alley where anyone can walk by and see,” he growled, holding up your falling hips, pulling them into his hips forcing his cock deeper than he was.

Your orgasm overtakes you as your legs collapse into his hold, his thrusts becoming sporadic as he leans to your shoulder and bites down to prevent the groan as he cums in your spasming cunt. The mix of your cum drips down your folds as Bakugou slides your panties back up your leg.

“I’ll be home soon, be ready.” he kisses your cheek and sends you wobbling out of the darkness.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Celebratory Car Ride

Ushijima is a silent force.

Unless you can read stone, knowing what he wants is nearly impossible until he tells you. You had to give it to yourself, knowing him since you were kids makes you a bit better at reading him than others.

Still, at times his stare unnerves you just a bit.

Like when you had gone to his class for the lunch break and he didn't say a word for the first twenty-five minutes. You thought he was going to break up with you, for what? You had no idea, but maybe he was having second thoughts about you, you’d only been dating for three years--since the second year of middle school if that counts--, maybe he got bored. His stare cut through your very soul.

He had you in a full panic only to tell you how cute you looked in his jacket. It was adorable that he spent all that time just trying to talk to you, but it bothered you that he could make you panic like that with just a look.

Luckily,  you made it past that stage of your relationship and understand that his stares are mostly sweet and he’s just trying to convey his emotion in a way that isn’t words.

But, even with all that, you had no idea what this stare was. If you could call it a stare, his eyes were following everywhere you went, which isn't the best considering this was one of the most important games in his career.

This stare was more intimidating. His lips pressed into a straight line, eyebrows tilted down, eyes seemingly looking right through you. It was his normal face but, he was sending chills through you every time you connected eyes.

They’d won, but Wakatoshi’s eyes didn’t lighten a bit, up close it sent waves of heat through your core. He looked at you like he wanted to swallow you whole.

“Wait for me in the car, I will be quick.” making due on his promise he meets you there a swift ten minutes later, surprising you when he swings the backdoor open. “Back here”

Following his command you slide next to him, a second after you’re throwing into his lap, hands already working to push your shorts out of his way. Not waiting a second before pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere into the front. Making quick work of your underwear by tearing it from your body, something you had stopped reprimanding him for, he’d buy you more if that’s what you wanted.

Watching him throw the shards to the side thrusts you back into the reality of where you are, “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you frantically begin to look at the vacant parking lot in case someone has already seen.

He answers you in silence and a mouth to your nipple, rolling it between his lips sucking like it would give him something. Placing you onto a thigh so he can release his cock from his shorts, moving your core over his tip.

“Who...who cares if they see. You are mine, they can watch all they want but they will never be able to touch.” his voice vibrates in his chest.

You breathe before Toshi pushes your body onto his, slamming his cock into your pussy. Running his hands along the curve of your waist his eyes train on how your head is thrown back as he presses against your cervix.

Not wanting you to wait, he lifts your hip then releasing letting gravity plunge you back onto his length. Taking control of the pace he begins to thrust up into you, his finger meeting with your clit, building the coil in your stomach.

Steading yourself on his shoulders, you angle your hips so his cock hits a particularly soft spot in your depths. Collapsing onto his chest he continues fucking your cream back into your pulsing hole, restuffing you with his load.

You close your eyes and feel yourself being covered with some jacket, then being moved to the front, waking up in your bed at home cuddled into your boyfriend's chest.

Bokuto Koutarou  

Locker-rooms

Koutarou could convince you to do anything.

It was almost embarrassing at this point, you should really talk to him about it. You can remain strong when he’s not with you but the second he looks at you with those wide eyes and sweet smile, you fall apart. (like a nature valley granola bar)

So now you’re standing in front of the doors leading to the boy's locker room with an armful of random sweets to soothe your seemingly upset boyfriend. Knocking on the doors you hear him allow you to enter, immediately you see him lying over a bench.

“Are you ok, Kou?” you question only getting a peek of his eye before a wave to come closer. Once you were an arm's length of him he pulled you to lay over him. Wrapping him in your arms you ask what was so wrong to make him like this, but you only receive him pushing further into the crook of your neck.

Before you could ask again you feel a pair of lips sucking on your skin. Pushing his hands under your shorts.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” pulling away you try to make a move to leave, stopped by his arms encircling your waist keeping you pressed onto his bulge.

“No! They won't come in I promise! We’ll be quick!’ he speaks as he starts pulling clothes from your body leaving you in a bra and pushes aside underwear. He barely gave you enough to realize he was lined up with your entrance.

Steadily fucking yourself onto him, his hands holding your hips almost bruisingly. Once you were fully situated on him, he switched your positions, throwing your legs over his built shoulders.

Bending an arm to lean on the lockers for leverage he pounded into your cunt, intertwining his other hand into your hair.

Fucking you through your orgasm, you clenched so hard he could barely move, your hole milking him for his load. Slumping over you he connected your lips in a sloppy, tired kiss, almost walking out of the room butt naked with you in his arms.

[sebdoesthings]

To Pluck Wild Mountain Thyme (Geralt/Regis) - Full Chapter 1

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Chapters: 1/115 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Barnabas-Basil Foulty, Marlene de Trastamara, more characters will show up later in the fic Additional Tags: Betaed, Mutual Pining, Yearning, Domestic Fluff, domestic home life in general, they're basically married, Corvo Bianco (The Witcher), Toussaint (The Witcher), other familiar locations in later chapters, Explicit smut in later chapters, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, despite the size of the fic this is not a slow burn, based on games and books, spoilers are a given,

Summary:

The familiar sight of him as he clutched the strap of his satchel warmed something inside Geralt, something that had gone cold over the last few months. A grin spread across his lips as Regis descended into the courtyard.

Regis has left to find and help Dettlaff after the Night of Long Fangs, and Geralt has gone into semi-retirement at Corvo Bianco. But despite the new peace, the Witcher finds something is missing. Only when Regis unexpectedly returns one day does Geralt realise there is much they have yet to discover about each other and what connects them. After all, a love story does not end when those famous three words are said – it only just begins.

Full First Chapter (Continued under Read More)

He’d started missing him shortly after his departure. Once the shock from his stay in prison had subsided, Geralt had turned to learning the ways of a vintner. He resided at Corvo Bianco permanently now, only leaving for more than a day when the Toussaint locals came to him with requests of slaying a monster.

Missing him was a sneaking feeling, one that manifested first in simple memories of their time together – sometimes of working towards finding the Beast of Beauclair, and sometimes older, from when they’d travelled with their little hansa. But after weeks turned into months, Geralt found himself thinking of Regis more and more.

Sometimes he’d spend the day in his laboratory down in the cellar, replenishing his supplies of oils and potions, and he’d think of Regis and his love for alchemy. How he could go on and on about the effects of different ingredients, or what prompted certain chemical reactions.

Whenever one of his workers got hurt, Geralt wished for Regis’ calm and professional demeanour, his abundance of knowledge and steady hands to mend whatever wounds had been inflicted.

Geralt developed a habit of picking up some bottles of mandrake cordial during his visits to Beauclair. He told himself he’d keep them for when Regis would inevitably materialise on his doorstep, smile his tight-lipped smile and greet him as if he’d been gone for mere hours. But Regis didn’t come, and Geralt drank the bottles himself, sitting on the porch of Corvo Bianco as summer turned into autumn and the harvest began. The booze he’d bought from a fancy shop never tasted as good as what Regis distilled with the cobbled-together equipment he could find.

Winter was when the feeling really became apparent. He thought long and hard on whether to travel to Kaer Morhen, but ultimately decided against it. Something told him to stay where he was. Just in case… In case of what? Even in his own mind Geralt tried to pass it off as logic and not what his gut told him. The keep wouldn’t be the same now anyway, without Vesemir. Maybe Eskel and Lambert would be there, but what would they do for three long months besides playing drinking games? He couldn’t imagine mustering up the motivation to work on restoring Kaer Morhen. They hadn’t done it with Vesemir still alive, and now it seemed all too pointless.

So Geralt stayed. He watched all the seasonal workers who’d helped bring in the harvest and process the grapes leave to spend winter doing whatever odd jobs they could find, or maybe, and with the generous salary Geralt paid them it was quite possible, spend the colder months with their families.

Only those who were in charge of upkeep and other year-round duties remained, and they were few by comparison. Geralt had grown accustomed to the bustle in the courtyard, the people walking up and down the alleys, the smiles and nods they gave him in passing. He’d grown fond of having people who respected him, who saw him first and foremost as a man, not a witcher or mutant. He even enjoyed the occasional chat, getting to know his staff’s families, their history, thoughts and desires.

Now he watched Barnabas-Basil sweep the empty cobbled courtyard, gathering up the fallen leaves to throw them on the compost heap. It felt empty and cold and alone, and Geralt found himself longing for the open, warm gaze of a certain barber-surgeon.

One of those days, a dreadfully dreary and rainy one, Geralt set out for Mère-Lachaiselongue cemetery. He wore his swords – a rarity these days – as he sat on the wagon he’d strapped Roach to. It was covered with a tarp to keep the empty loading area dry. Bristling in a sharp gust of wind, he tugged his coat tighter around himself.

There wasn’t much traffic on the roads, and the people he did encounter were either too miserable to speak in the cold rain or didn’t recognise him, so no more than a handful of words passed Geralt’s lips on the way. As he neared the overgrown cemetery, the cart dragged deep furrows into the soaked dirt path. At the entrance to the crypt that housed Regis’ former dwelling, Geralt jumped from the wagon and stepped through the entrance.

A repressed, soundless sigh came across his lips and he brushed off his hood, always ready to be attacked by a ghoul or kikimore, as had been the case on his first visit. Geralt’s lips quirked into a brief smile at the memory.

No sounds of monsters met his ears and the medallion lay still against his chest, so Geralt took the first steps downwards. His boots produced soft splashing sounds on the wet stone, echoing from the walls, but he made no effort at silencing them.

As he’d expected, the crypt was flooded after days of ceaseless rain. The water stood several inches high at the lowest level, but Geralt didn’t mind much as he sloshed through it. The air was humid, which was the reason he’d come here.

Without admitting why he did it, Geralt sniffed the air, but there was no residue of wormwood and thyme anymore, just the smell of damp stone and leather.

As he climbed the steps, Geralt gathered a few empty, mismatched crates from Regis’ abandoned living area, which he proceeded to fill with books from the vampire’s library.

He was careful handling the books and other texts, as he assumed some of them to be quite old and therefore valuable – if not in price, then in a sentimental sense. Not for the first time did Geralt wonder why Regis had left them all behind. Maybe he hadn’t expected to be gone for so long… but then what was taking him? What if Regis didn’t even plan on returning to Toussaint? What if he planned on making a fresh start somewhere else? Something inside Geralt struggled to accept this possibility, so he pushed it aside in favour of glancing at the book titles in passing before stowing them away.

One of them in particular caught his attention: Biography of the Vampire Regis, From the Quill of Dandelion. Geralt flipped it open carefully, skimming a few passages. They brought back memories from a time he remembered fondly, but which had ended tragically. A sad smile flitted across Geralt’s lips, and he made a mental note of coming back to that specific tome later to read it in full.

It took all the crates lying around, plus some trips with lose books clutched in Geralt’s arms to transfer the whole library to the wagon. Geralt had only come back to do a last once-over of the place when he noticed a thin, beat-up booklet shoved under the mattress in Regis’ living quarters. Frowning, Geralt bent down and picked it up. It bore no title on the cover, and the edges of the leather binding were roughed up from use. Sitting down on the chair at the end of the bed, he flipped it open.

My Last Thought Before I Succumb To Sleep

If there is no death, does life exist?

Hate is a very interesting feeling. I have noticed that people improve themselves with it to great effect.

The book thudded shut as Geralt realised he was reading Regis’ journal – his most private thoughts. He stared at the blank cover for a long while, fighting the urge to open it again and read everything it held. The ache to talk to Regis was heavy in his chest then, and for the first time he realised he missed his friend. Geralt didn’t usually allow himself to miss people. His profession meant he was constantly on the move, constantly drifting past people. Even though he’d made many a friend during his travels, he didn’t see any of them on a regular basis, sometimes going months or even years between visits. But he missed Regis. Very much so.

Geralt’s bones felt heavy as he rose from the chair and tucked the book inside the light armour he wore underneath his coat. It felt like it was calling to him, like something familiar, something that just felt like Regis, and therefore Geralt wanted so desperately to hold on to it. But he decided he would rather hold on to the book than the words Regis hadn’t meant for anyone to see.

Toussaint was far enough south that it rarely snowed there. But that only added to Geralt’s foul mood. If there had been snow to cover the landscape it might not have looked so foreign to him as it did this winter. He’d never considered himself to be one for seasonal depression, but now that he had nothing to do and no one to talk to except B.B. and Marlene, he found himself affected by it after all.

To combat his boredom and loneliness, he took to writing letters. First to Dandelion and Zoltan in Novigrad, then to Triss, who’d settled in Kovir. He attached a letter to Yennefer as well, whose location was unknown to him, but he knew the sorceresses were close and Triss would pass it on to her. He also wrote to Eskel, Lambert and Ciri, hoping the letters would reach them wherever they were on the Path. Another letter he addressed to Dudu, or Whoreson Junior, as he was more well known in Novigrad. Olgierd von Everec received one, and so did Vernon Roche. He’d have liked to contact Iorveth as well, but he had no notion of where the elf currently was, and somehow he doubted it was a place letters were delivered to anyway.

After many more recipients came a time when Geralt didn’t know who else to contact, so he began meticulously refreshing his already fresh knowledge of anything Kaer Morhen had taught him. He read all the books in Corvo Bianco, among them the ones from Regis’ library – including the biography Dandelion had written about him, which made him chuckle.

It came a time when he wondered if retired life wasn’t for him after all, but just then the first field workers came back in and Geralt’s loneliness started to wane. One day in mid spring he went out to the far corners of the vineyard, where a worker of his had reported Archespore sightings. Geralt wasn’t surprised – the plants were most vicious now after wintering underground.

It didn’t take much to get rid of them, and he was back by late afternoon, when the sun was just touching the horizon, casting golden light across the landscape. It was then, as Geralt wiped the last traces of Archespore acid from his armour by the stables, that he heard B.B. call out to him.

“Master Geralt, sir,” he announced. “You’ve a visitor.”

Geralt looked up and tossed the soiled rag into the bucket of sickly green water. B.B. stepped aside, but Geralt had already spotted the visitor. Elevated on top of the stairs leading to the main building of Corvo Bianco, illuminated by the golden sunlight, stood Regis.

The familiar sight of him as he clutched the strap of his satchel warmed something inside Geralt, something that had gone cold over the last few months. A grin spread across his lips as Regis descended into the courtyard. His hair was darker than Geralt remembered, but he was still wearing his usual dark gambeson and earthy green tunic with the intricate, delicate pattern that clashed with its frayed hems.

“Greetings, Geralt,” he said as they met in the middle.

Geralt huffed and shook his head at Regis’ nonchalant approach, and instead of answering with words he slung his arms around the vampire, holding on tightly. He could hear chuckling before strong arms wrapped around him, betraying Regis’ portrayal of himself as a defenceless barber-surgeon.

They parted after longer than Geralt usually embraced people for, still not completely letting go, holding on to each other’s shoulders.

“How long have you been here for?” Geralt asked as he walked Regis back to the house.

“A few hours,” Regis said, his gaze sweeping over Corvo Bianco. He seemed pleased with the state it was in, well maintained and populated by healthy workers. “I passed the border to Toussaint in the morning, but found my residence at Mère-Lachaiselongue cemetery emptied of most of my remaining belongings. Very carefully so, too, if I might add. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, my friend?”

The look Regis gave him as he walked through the door Geralt held open betrayed the entirely rhetorical nature of his question. Huffed laughter rose from Geralt’s throat, and it felt foreign, as if he hadn’t laughed in a long time.

“Yeah. Transferred your books and equipment here after some rainy winter days,” Geralt supplied and motioned for Regis to sit across from him at the table. “Thought the humidity might ruin them. They’re in the guest room.”

“I see. Thank you for your concern, Geralt.” Regis sat down and watched as Marlene emerged from the kitchen with a tray of cheese, olives in a little dish and a carafe of wine, of which she poured them each a glass. “Why, thank you, my dear.”

Marlene chuckled and waved a hand in Regis’ direction, then looked at Geralt. “You have such a charming friend, Geralt,” she said before drawing back into the kitchen.

“I guess that means I don’t have to introduce you to my staff,” Geralt said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Your majordomo was so kind as to let me wait for your return here after I explained myself to be a friend of yours. Miss Marlene insisted I have a bite to eat – by which she meant a full course meal, as I quickly came to understand. We had some very fascinating conversations, among them your noble deed of lifting the curse that had been inflicted upon her.”

“Not much noble about tasting that brew she concocted as a wight. Some of the vilest stuff I’ve ever tasted,” Geralt explained, making a vague gesture with his hand before tucking it back into the crook of his other arm.

“You took the time to come up with a plan to help her and followed through with it. Not many would have done the same, even fewer let her stay at their estate,” Regis said as if complimenting Geralt came as naturally to him as turning into a puff of smoke.

“Mhh, needed a decent cook anyway. Wasn’t all selfless.”

“I see you are still determined not to let any of your good qualities be acknowledged.” A mischievous twinkle shone in Regis’ eyes. “But enough of that. I will make an effort to relocate my belongings to the cemetery as soon as possible. Thank you for storing them. I admit, it was foolish to leave them all unprotected when I left, but I was desperate to go after Dettlaff as soon as possible.”

There was a long pause as Geralt sipped his wine and debated his next words. “You can leave them here, if you want.”

“That is very kind of you, Geralt, but I’m afraid must have access to them at a moment’s notice whenever the need arises.”

“No, I mean… not just the books. You could stay here. Don’t have to go back to that crypt,” Geralt mumbled awkwardly. Initially, he wasn’t sure why he even offered, but when the feeling of loneliness he’d experienced in winter flashed in his mind, he knew he yearned for some company. “The guest room upstairs is empty, and I’m sure Marlene would appreciate having another mouth to feed, let alone have the company of someone more talkative than me in the house.”

Regis’ dark eyes scanned Geralt’s face and he took a moment to deliberate. “I wouldn’t want to impose my presence on you—”

“Not imposing if I’m offering. Besides, the workers in the fields constantly get hurt. Having a surgeon around would be pretty handy.”

“I see,” Regis hummed. “Then allow me to think on it. I shall get back to you in the next few days.”

Geralt nodded. It wasn’t the answer he’d hoped for, but it was the one he’d expected. Grabbing the carafe, he refilled Regis’ wine glass. “Now elaborate on the Dettlaff situation. Did you find him?”

“Unfortunately not. As I assumed, he doesn’t wish to be found, so there is nothing I can do,” Regis said, taking a sip of wine. He traced the immaculate surface of the glass with his pointed nails, producing soft clinking sounds in the silence. “I followed his steps far south, past Vicovaro even, but he must have sensed me and shut himself off. I tried to spread the message that I was looking for him and would be glad to speak with him. If he wishes for it, a meeting will happen eventually.”

“He probably just needs time,” Geralt mused. “You two are close, I’m sure he’ll contact you when he’s ready.”

“I do sincerely hope so.” Regis put down his glass and looked at Geralt as if he was contemplating something. “I must apologise. What happened before we parted, that you were imprisoned, it was my fault.”

Geralt peered at him over the rim of his glass, frowning. “Sounds awfully like what I said to you back in the warehouse. And I’ll say it in your own words so you might understand: no one twisted my arm to let Dettlaff go,” he said, putting down the glass and looking Regis in the eyes. “If I got a chance to choose again, I’d do the same.”

“Geralt, I made a vow to you that day. I vowed that no harm would come to Syanna and I have failed you. And her, too.” Regis’ voice was heavy and gravelly with regret.

“Yeah, you did. You fucked up. We all fuck up sometimes, no use dwelling on it.”

Regis looked exasperated at that. “This isn’t some minor mistake. Granted I held no love for Syanna, but she was still a person who died because of my carelessness. I failed to protect her—”

“Dammit Regis, do you think I’ve never failed to protect people? People I cared or didn’t care about? You were there for some of them!” Geralt’s voice was hard and angry, his eyes burning into Regis’. “Protecting people… I failed at that so many times I lost count. So, if you’re gonna spend tonight beating yourself up about your mistakes, then you’ll have to beat me up for mine too.”

Regis considered Geralt silently for a long while. There were so many things in his eyes Geralt didn’t have words for. Eventually, Regis lowered his gaze to the table. “Thank you, Geralt. Thank you,” he whispered almost inaudibly.

[mntalbrakdown]

Dreadful Energy

Sebastian Stan x actress! Reader

Requests open!

Mentions: of angst, and implied smut

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“Hello mama!” you say with a big grin Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is y/n y/l/n, and I am Sebastian Stan”

“And we are doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview” you go on saying what you and your costar are about to do. You get a board from the workers behind the camera and say thank you.

“Ok, so the first question, is y/n dating Sebastian Stan," you said giving off a half-hearted chuckle.

"Straight to the point, I love it." you ignored the question and continued going on, "Also do you guys have a trash can, I don't want to throw it on the floor," they handed you a small trash can and you said thank you.

"Someone is a bit OCD" Sebastian joked

"It's not being OCD, it is being polite, continuing on, when is y/n’s birthday" you threw the paper into the trash can. "I am wondering you searched this up to find my zodiac sign, which means you want to know if we are compatible, which also means you like me, or you just wanted to know my birthday, well my birthday is on-"

"y/b/d" Sebastian cut you off, you looked at him and bit your lip, you nodded gesturing he was correct.

"what are some movies y/n will star in," you read aloud "Umm, there are a bit of projects coming up, not only films but some other things in the works, but for movies specifically, that the public shall now know, I'll be in the Black Widow movie and I'm actually starring alongside Anya Taylor-Joy which will be exciting" you can feel Sebastian's eyes burning into you.

"Ok, last one for me, what is y/n y/l/n favorite scent or smell? Great question, I hope Sebastian can answer this" you look over to him meeting his blue eyes.

"Easy, strawberry, she literally has her whole house smelling like strawberries, plus her perfume is strawberry, wait isn't strawberries your favorite fruit?" Sebastian asked

"Yes," you said through a laugh "May I break this?" you asked referring to the board, they said yes and you broke through it

“You did that so respectfully" you laughed at what Sebastian had said

"My turn! Thank you, hand me that trash can will ya'?" You put the trash can in between the two of you.

"Someone is a bit OCD" you mocked his previous words

"It's not being OCD, it is being polite, continuing on, is Sebastian Stan dating y/n y/l/n" he mocked you and then his face fell. "As much as she's a marvelous person, no," he said through gritted teeth, something in his demeanor changed, you weren't oblivious, but whenever someone says they like you, more than a friend, you always took it as a joke. He cleared his throat.

"How is Sebastian Stan so attractive" he read aloud and laughed, his laugh was contagious and made you laugh.

"Stop guys he's a Leo, you are feeding to his already enormous ego," You said while rolling your eyes. Sebastian laughed at you.

"Not everything is about zodiac signs y/n," Sebastian said with a hint of annoyance

"Of course, that's what a Leo would say," you said with a laugh, confused why Sebastian didn't take your sarcastic tone.

"What is Sebastian Stan's favorite song, umm that's a good question, I usually just listen to y/n's Spotify playlists, as much as she may be annoying, she does make a mean playlist," he said, not looking at you what so ever, he was ignoring you. He finished tearing up the questions and then later broke the board.

"Tom was right, those boards are annoying" the boards were made out of what seemed like styrofoam and you just couldn't handle the styrofoam sound. When you said that Sebastian let out a loud groan.

"Are you ok?" you asked, Sebastian of course ignoring you, you gave up on trying to talk to him, two can play at that game.

As the interview was going to a close, the air progressively got intoxicated with hatred and annoyance. You hated when people were mad when you didn't know why, especially when they don't want to talk about it.

"That was y/n y/l/n and Sebastian Stan doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview!" you ended the video off because you knew Sebastian wouldn't. You thanked everyone who was there and left, leaving behind Sebastian, after everything that happened between you and Sebastian the other day, you thought this interview would go great. Much to your surprise, all you did the night prior was talk and have fun. You got into your car, you gave Sebastian a ride to the interview, so he will need to find a ride now.

"Hey! Wait up" Sebastian said. "I thought you were going to leave me behind" you rolled down your window

"I was," you stated coldly

"Ouch," he said

"I'm not trying to waste my time on someone who is clearly mad at me" you looked at his eyes

"I'm not mad at you-"

"Oh but you are, I can read a room Stan" if words can cut deeper than a knife.

"Fine, I'll find my own way home," He said annoyed, he knew that you were right, he was mad at you. You rolled your window back up. Connected your phone to your car and started driving, you tried to distract yourself from crying.

buzz buzz buzz

"hello?" you answered your phone

"Hey, so I heard you and Sebastian are having some couple issues" Anthony joked and you rolled your eyes. "Did you find a brain in there?" Anthony joked yet again which made you let out a laugh. "Anyways going back to me, you were going to have an interview with him, but if you'd like, I can take it"

"Thanks, Mackie" you sighed hanging up

My loneliness is killing me (and I) I must confess I still believe (still believe) when I'm not with you, I lose my mind give me a sign hit me, baby, one more time. You sang along to the ...baby one more time cover by The Marias that was playing in your car. You didn't want to go home just yet, because if you did then you would overthink, and driving around is much more interesting than crying your eyes out. You stopped at a red light and waited for it to turn green. You looked at the sides of your car, your eyes met with a young man who had this look on his eyes that looked like he recognized you, but doesn't know quite where. You laughed and that's when the light turned green and you sped off.

After a while of doing this, you decided it would be a great idea to just go home. Still listening to your music and driving. When you arrive home you are greeted with rain. A bit confused as to why now it started to rain, but you took it You got your phone, got out of your car, locked it, and started to walk to your front door. To your surprise it was already open, when you walked in you saw the whole cast seated around your living room.

"Hey, how y'all doing?" you asked confused and in the middle of the circle, there was Sebastian sat. You scoffed grabbing his attention and shook your head. Running up your stairs.

"Wait y/n" Sebastian grabbed your arm making you stop, making you look at him in the eyes. Oh, those blue eyes staring deep inside you, knowing your deepest darkest secrets. They have seen it all, your cries, your laughs, the way your eyebrows knit together whenever you are confused, they have seen it all. Oh and don't get me started on those lips, they look so soft, but you will never know because you just can't bring yourself to believe he may actually like you. But that was all cut short with one simple word that leads anyone to a dead end.

"No," you said completely discarding what you have just felt by looking at the man's eyes.

"No?" he was confused the only time you said no to him was when he wanted to go on a ride on Disneyland.

"yeah, no" you confirmed your prior statement.

"y/n wait" but now it was Elizabeth

"I am not going to wait, I don't even know how you got it into my fucking house" you stated confused, everybody looked at Sebastian.

"Well, that's definitely not going to help my case anymore guys" Sebastian looked at them and then at you with pleading eyes.

"No those puppy dog eyes are not going to help you anymore, I am done."

"Why are you even mad at him?" Tom asked

"He never shows his feelings to me, he doesn't want to explain why he was mad at me when we were doing an interview, and acts like everything between us is ok. I am tired of it, and he of all people knows how frustrated I get when he doesn't talk to me. I am not a real-life Marvel character, I can't read minds, nor do I want to" You stated now looking at him. his face looked down.

"Well, fine my bad, I'm sorry that I don't know how to tell you how much I have feelings for you, how frustrated I get when any other person gets a bit too close to you that isn't me. The way I have kissed you more than once and yet you still can’t catch my drift. I thought yesterday I was finally getting somewhere and then all we did was talk and dance, don't get me wrong I love it, but I just wished you can actually read my body language to you and not just the room." He looked at you almost as if there was still much more to say but wanted to see what you had to say.

"Oh," was the only audible sound to come out your mouth and you looked around to see an empty living room once again, and a Tom at the door waving to say goodbye.

"So?" Sebastian looked at you.

"I caught your drift, or maybe I missed it, I don't know just yet, can you show me it please," you said leaning in for a kiss.

"Sure will, princess," he said and just like that, now you were his pretty princess.

[xo-lynx]

Halloween with Shigaraki

Character: Tomura Shigaraki

Warnings: Public humiliation, public sex, implied/referenced r*pe/Non-con, spanking, spit kink, choking, voyeurism, somnophilia, dacryphilia, implied/referenced drug use, being recorded, cum kink, thigh riding, i think that is it.. PLEASE let me know if I missed any warnings. 

WC; 3,069

Summary: You are stay at the league of villain's hide out with Shiggy to attend a Halloween party that they are throwing. Shiggy likes to show you off! Smut, very intense. 

It is the night before Halloween; you’re staying the night with Tomura Shigaraki at the league of villains hideout. This is your first time staying the night with him, you’re excited yet nervous. You’ve been dating for a while now, but this is the first time meeting everyone and seeing the hideout. It is also your first time meeting the other members of the league. You walk into the room where all the villains are goofing around with each other, they all stop in their tracks and stare at you. You look around and wonder what they are looking at. Shigaraki follows close behind, knowing that the league would act like this, him bringing a new play thing to the hideout.

He looks at them and says with rage in his voice “this is my new toy, you touch them and I will turn your ass to dust.” Your face turns bright red. With shaky hands you pull your hood up over your head to hide your face. Shigaraki looks at you and demands you to reveal your face.

“You do not hide your face from me slut, do you understand?” He says with an irritated tone. You nod your head letting him know you understood what he said. You remove the hood and stare at the ground, an embarrassed look washes over your face. He laughs at you, and uses his quirk to disintegrate your jacket to humiliate you further. You cover your chest; your face goes completely white. You picked the wrong day not to wear a shirt or bra. You look at Shigaraki, he can see the discomfort in your face.

“Look at what we have here, you’re even more of a slut than I thought! Not wearing a bra or shirt under your jacket! Now remove your hands and give everyone a show!” Shigaraki demanded. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, all fingers down except for his index finger. You swallow hard, and thoughts come flooding in. You knew if you didn’t comply with what he said you would be a pile of dust. You drop your hands and you can feel everyone's eyes on you. Staring at the ground trying not to make eye contact with anyone, fidgeting with your fingers. Your face is burning with embarrassment, the room is silent.

“Is this okay?” You mumble and slightly turn and look at Shigaraki. His hand still wrapped around your neck, his grip tightens.

Shigaraki smirks at you through his light blue, long, shaggy hair. He looks at the other members and smiles. He reaches with his free hand and disintegrates your pants and panties in one swift motion. He places his lips on yours; kissing you hard and quick. He takes his free hand and opens your mouth with his thumb. You are shorter than him and he takes advantage of that; he spits in your mouth. You look at him with pure terror in your eyes, confused about what is happening. You look around remembering that the other members are still there and staring at you.

“Don’t you dare waste that, I gave you that as a present, now swallow!” He demands, with anger in his voice. His words feel like knives. You swallow and start crying in front of everyone. “Stop being such a crybaby about it.” He ordered. He takes his free hand and tilts your head up with one finger very lightly. “You’re going to be a good girl for me in front of everyone, right cum muffin?” He coos at you.

“Yes Sir.” You bow your head at him.

Dabi looks at Shigaraki with a grin on his face. “You already made your new toy cry, how cute. Are you going to have your pet put on a show for us?” Dabi questions him.

Shigaraki doesn’t answer him, but instead gets a devilish look on his face and shoves a few fingers in your mouth. “Get them wet for me cum muffin, unless you want it to hurt. I don’t care either way it’s your choice this time.” Shigaraki smirks at you. You open your mouth letting him put his fingers in.

“Such a good pet, now suck.” Shigaraki says with glee. You start sucking on his fingers, getting them nice and wet preparing for the worst. After a few minutes of sucking he takes his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your cunt. He shoves two fingers into your needy little hole swiftly. You yelp in a mix of pain and pleasure, your eyes widen remembering there is a group of people watching.

“C-can we please go somewhere private Shigaraki?” You beg. Whispering in his ear, your cunt twitching from pleasure.

He laughs in your face. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” Shigaraki growls in irritation. He smacks you in the face, tears form in your eyes. Shigaraki leans in and licks the salty trail of tears from your cheek. He gets closer to your ear and whispers “I love when you cry, cum muffin.”

The other members of the league of villains casually watch; like this is a normal thing that happens daily.

Dabi walks over next to shigaraki and asks “Damn where did you find this one, she’s pretty obedient.” He looks at you with hooded eyes and an evil like smirk on his face, leaning closer to examine you. Shigaraki is still moving his finger in and out of you not breaking rhythm, he looks at Dabi.

Dabi hands you a drink, looking at Shigaraki for permission to give it to you. Shiggy, already knowing what’s in the drink, nods giving his permission. You take the drink looking confused but you drink it anyways so you don’t get scolded.

“Thank you.” you smile at Dabi. You drink it quickly and hand the glass back to him.

“She better be, she knows not to disobey me or she will be nothing but dust.” Shigaraki laughed. Dabi smiles and winks at you. He turns and goes back to sitting with the others.

Shigaraki looks at you and removes his fingers from inside you. “Wow! Look at how wet you are. Getting turned on with everyone watching. Okay my needy little attention slut, time for the show to end.” He announces. Shigaraki grabs you by your hair releasing his grip from your neck and starts to drag you to his room. “Dabi, you're in charge for the rest of the night.” Shigaraki muttered to him.

You yelp at the pain coming from your head, begging him to stop. “Please let go!” You scream in pain. He ignores your cries and continues to drag you along. You finally get to his room; he throws you on his bed and walks away to grab something. You place your hands on your head trying to rub the pain away.

A couple minutes go by and he walks back with a collar and a slutty maid outfit. “Hold your hair up.” He growls. He’s behind you putting on a collar that says “Shigaraki’s cum muffin.”

“Okay now put this on” He hands you the maid outfit. You struggle to put the outfit on and shigaraki laughs at how ridiculous you look. You finally get the outfit on.

You blush and look at Shigaraki “how do I look?” You ask shly. He doesn’t answer you, instead he shoves you on the bed and starts kissing your neck.

“You stay here, I am going to go change.” Shigaraki says as he walks into the bathroom that’s attached to his room. You lay on the bed and he takes longer than he said he would. Shigaraki was taking his time waiting for the drink to take effect. You start to feel weird and dizzy. Your eyes go heavy and you start to drift off, falling asleep. Shigaraki comes back into the room, now wearing more comfortable clothes. Seeing you’re asleep, he walks into the other room to grab a few things for later that night. Shigaraki comes quietly back into the room carrying the things he needs for later. He sets up a tripod and a camera.

Shigaraki walks over and sits on his gaming chair to play league of legends. Hours go by and he finally looks over his shoulder to see that you’re still asleep. Shigaraki gets up, turns the camera on and walks over to you. You’re laying on your back in a starfish position. Shigaraki crawls on the bed and starts slowly kissing up your thigh, lifting up the maid outfit to expose your sex. He spreads your lips and lightly kisses your clit. Licking gentle sloppy strokes, spelling his name. Slowly adding a finger inside you twisting it in and out, Shigaraki moans against your sex enjoying your taste. Twitching in your sleep, as Shigaraki explores your lewd body. Looking over his shoulder to see if the camera is still recording, he takes his shorts and boxers off. Removing his fingers he takes his hand and guides his cock into your needy wet cunt. Starting slow, he gradually gets faster. He pushes down on your stomach to feel how deep his cock is. Even though you’re in a deep sleep, he picks up your hand and places it on your stomach so you can feel as well. You stir in your sleep, but he doesn’t slow down. Grabbing your throat with his hand making sure he doesn’t put down his index finger he starts to choke you. Shigaraki leans down and whispers in your ear “f-fuck this pussy is so wet, even when you’re sleeping your cunt craves me. I can’t wait to show you the video I am making of me fucking you.” Moaning in pleasure he pushes his cock in all the way and cums. He gets up and grabs a towel that’s on the floor to wipe himself off, leaving you a cum filled mess. After turning the camera off he climbs in bed with you and pulls the blanket up over both of you. Wrapping his arm around you and holding you close to his body he places multiple kisses on your neck.

“I know you’re sleeping and can’t hear me right now but, I do care about you a lot. This is just how I express my love.” He hums against your neck.

Shigaraki falls asleep next to you.

---

It’s the next morning. The day of the halloween party, you rollover to see shigaraki looking at you.

“Good morning” you say in a sleepy voice.

“Good morning princess, do you know what I did to you last night?” Shigaraki smirks at you and raises an eyebrow. Your face goes white as you look at him confused.

“N-no, what did you do to me?” You ask him.

“Let me just show you.” Shigaraki gets up and grabs the camera then sits next to you. Handing you the camera you feel this knot grow in your stomach. He pushes play on the device, you watch the video while shigaraki watches you squirm. He takes his hand and spreads your legs while you continue to watch the video he made last night. Reaching up your dress he sticks a finger in your already wet pussy. The mix of his cum and your wetness drips down your thighs.

“I would ask you what you think of the video but, your body is telling me for you.” He laughs at what a mess you are. You’re a blushing, flustered mess. You sit the camera down on the bed, Shigaraki lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. His cock already hard.

“Show me how badly you want this cock slut, ride my thigh” he demands. Your face bright red, you rub your sex against his thigh. You moan in pleasure from rubbing your needy cunt on him. He grabs a handful of your hair and brings you to your knees in front of him.

“Open wide cum muffin, I want to feel your sweet lips against my cock.” He says while looking down at you. You do as he says and you open your mouth wide taking in his length. He doesn’t start slow, he face fucks you. Easing into it isn’t his thing. Your vision goes blurry from the lack of air. Your head bobs up and down while hollowing your cheeks, his hand wrapped around your throat to feel his dick wrecking your throat.

“Wow, you’re taking this cock so well in that mouth of yours. You’re like a bitch in heat.” He praises you. He picks you up by the throat. “Okay that’s enough for now, let’s get you cleaned up for the halloween party.” He smiles at you.

Shigaraki leads you into the bathroom and turns on the water. He motions for you to hop in, and follows after you. He grabs the shampoo placing some in his hand, he rubs his hands together and starts to lather your hair. He’s careful to not put his index fingers down so he doesn’t disintegrate you. You and Shigaraki finish up in the shower, he drys you off with a towel.

“There is a mint green maid dress hanging in the closet, go put it on and do not put panties on or I will turn them to dust.” Shigaraki demands. You do as he says. He doesn’t wear a costume for the party because he thinks it’s stupid.

---

A couple hours pass and the party begins. The Halloween party is at the hideout, only villains are attending. You sit alone at the bar while the villains chat with each other. You look around trying to find Shigaraki, and he comes up behind you grabbing a handful of your hair. Pulling your hair enough to tilt your head back so you’re looking into his eyes.

“I saw you were looking for me cum muffin, everything okay? No one touched you right?” Shigaraki actually sounds concerned.

“I am okay, just kind of nervous with all these people I don’t know” You respond to him.

“Good girl, now stick out your tongue.” He coos at you. Shigaraki grabs your face, waiting for you to obey what he says. He grabs your tongue gently at first and then squeezes hard and pulls. Laughing at your pain. He removes his one hand from your hair and wraps it around your neck, all fingers down except for one. Teasingly brushes his fifth finger down in quick motions.

“I could end your life right now, in front of all these people and I bet just thinking about that makes your needy little cunt ache. Look at that I can see it dripping down your leg!” Shigaraki is talking pretty loud at this point and everyone stops and looks at what is going on.

Shiggy notices that everyone is watching, he bends you over his knee exposing your bare skin. “Now listen here cum muffin, I am going to spank you and you’re going to count out loud after every single smack. Ready?” Your eyes tear up, but you nod your head letting him know you understand.

He puts on his quirk cancelling glove, so he doesn’t accidentally turn you to a pile of dust. He raises his hand and gets ready to spank you, he smacks your ass hard.

“One.” You whimper in pain knowing it’s only going to get worse. He spanks you again but this time harder and more force.

“Two.”

“Three.”

“F-four” You say with a hesitant tone, you try to get the words out but the pain is really intense.

“Come on cum muffin! Don’t give up just yet. We are just getting started!” A sadistic smile takes over his face, this is when you realize he’s going to go even harder as a punishment for messing up counting.

You skip over five hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“So you want to skip numbers? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Should I take my glove off and just turn you to dust?

“N-no, I’m sorry Sir.” You stutter tears stream down your face, trying to catch your breath from crying so hard.

“Six.”

“Seven”

“Eight.” You scream in pain this one hurt more than the rest.

“That one was just for my entertainment,'' he laughs at you. He rubs your ass trying to sooth the pain he just caused leaving light kisses.

Smiling at everyone he says “Alright everyone show is over!”

He looks at you tilts his head “you’re never leaving me, huh? You’re the only one that can handle me.” Shigaraki praises you. You try to give him a smile but you’re way too weak and tired to get a full smile out. He picks you up and carries you back to his room.

“That’s enough of the party, I want you all to myself in private.” He smiles at you.

Shigaraki gently sets you on the bed, walks away to grab a warm cloth, comes back and throws it at you.

“Clean yourself up and change into my shirt” He demands while throwing the shirt on the bed.

Shigaraki starts rubbing on your thighs while undressing himself.

“Such a pretty little thing, you’re being such a good girl for me. I thought you would have broken by now!” Shigaraki squeals with excitement. He pushes you over so you’re laying on the bed. Revealing your sex he leans down and starts to pleasure your sweet clit. Licking soft gentle strokes, gradually getting faster. Your body twitches in pleasure, your orgasm creeping up on you.

“You better not cum without permission, I know you’re a bitch in heat but, I control when you get your sweet release.” He growls against your sex, taking a small breath before devouring you once again.

You’re a twitching mess, you’re about to lose control.

“Sir! Please! Can I cum?” You whine out waiting for a response.

“Yes cum for me, my cum muffin. Show me just how good my mouth feels.” He says in between each lick.

You come undone in his mouth finally able to reach climax.

“T-thank you Sir” You try to get the words out between moans. He kisses your thigh once more.

“I am so proud of you cum muffin, you didn’t break like I thought you would” He praises you.

Shigaraki crawls up next to you and you both fall asleep, completely exhausted, tangled in each other's arms.

[binniesthighs]

eehee here it is the long awaited results of my chaotic ass survey about our hornies it’s so long holy heck, but I have seperated it into a couple sections to make sense of it all (omg if you read all of it lemme give you a kith teehee) ahhhh lol its SO nerdy haha but i hope that ya enjoy nonetheless! ✨

In this essay, I will....(hahah jk jk this is just all for fun) 

1. Demographics Analysis 

2. Polls on Fic Content 

3. Member Specific Analysis 

4. Deep Dive into the Juicy Questions (Confessions) 

5. General Thoughts and Conclusion  

6.  Cute shit that ya’ll said that made me giggle

*Unpopular opinions will be made into their own post to give them ample space and analysis!

Other Notes: 

Out of 100 individuals surveyed, 44 were readers, 2 were only writers, and 54 were both readers and writers. 

Statistical significance can be effected by sampling, selection, and response bias (yeah i took a stats class teehee) and personal biases 

All the the opinions and other analysis presented by me (Ro/binniesthighs) are purely my own oponion and are not factual. you are entitled to interpret all of this information however you like! Anything that i analyze is not definitive! 

while this survey is mostly about stay smutblr, i hope that it can also maybe serve as a template for other fandoms as well with the more general questions! this is a survey for everyone! 

i’d love to hear about what you think about anything presented in this analysis! feel free to send me an ask or comment! reposting is permitted within tumblr or on other platforms if proper credit is given! ❤️ (uwu hehe if you could please help me spread this i would appreciate it so much! i worked really hard on her 🥺) 

1. Demographics Analysis:

Gender Identities of those Surveyed 

~My thoughts: this really came as no surprise to me considering how the majority of kpop fans (especially boy group fans) identify as female! Seeing as I am a Stray Kids/Seventeen blog (both of them boy groups) it makes sense to me that my readers would mostly identify as female! 

Another important thing to note (from a writer standpoint at least) is the wide array of identities that we still have present within the general audience of stay smut blur (SSB)! I’ll get into this later when i discuss favorite pairings to read, however i think that this gives us one more reason to write for a diverse audience of readers who can identify with different types of self-insert fics! 

Top Five: 

Female (81%) 

Non-binary/gender non-conforming (13%) 

Changes by the day (6%) 

Male (4%) 

Demiboy/Demigirl (3%) 

Sexual Orientation of those Surveyed 

Other identities mentioned: 

????, unlabeled, aromatic bisexual, bicurious, demisexual, “just liking who i like”, experimenting, heteroflexible, sapiosexual, depends day by day, “i just like anyone” 

~My thoughts: okkkkk i see us gays of SSB 😏 these demographics were really exciting for me to see! i think that it’s super cool that we have such representation across the board when it comes to sexual orientations present in our community! As someone who personally identifies as pan, this was super comforting to see that there are so many others like me in this little space of the internet! I think it’s safe to say at least from my lil survey that all the bi cuties out here own SSB 💗💜💙

From a literal standpoint, it also makes sense to me that heterosexuality is strongly present as well considering that often the pairs that we read are male idol x female reader so this is the perfect niche! 

Top Five: 

Bisexual (40.8%) 

Heterosexual (26.5) 

Pansexual (17.3%) 

Queer (7.1%) 

Asexual (4.1%) 

Stay Creators!! 

~My thoughts: this one i was THRILLED at seeing oml hahaha and i was so interested to see that this was nearly an even split! 

I think that there’s something to be said about how sometimes we can take our hobbies: (movies, videogames, books, kpop, anime etc)--all things which we really like in totally normal and healthy ways but also kinda like....get hornies about them too? if that makes sense? for example, i have a friend who really likes certain video games/characters from these games as a fan and he’s shared with me that he also doesn’t mind watching porn containing those same characters! (ahahah ya all know what i mean don’t even lie haha) 

what this question proved to me as that there are stays out there who practice “being a stay/being a stay creator” who also are interested in the more...horny side of this hobby/interest 😂

what is even more interesting to me is who i wonder if i’ve  have consumed any of ya’ll’s content while you have consumed mine??? this i am DYING to know aha but it think its best for all of us to stay anonymous teehee ;) 

either way, good on ya for doing what ya do!! you are so so treasured in this community too!! <3 

2. Polls on Fic Content (a long section lol) 

Favorite Pairing to Read 

*other options selected were rankings of favorite pairings so i just added each of them as an entry to the respective category mentioned. 

Top Five: 

Idol x female reader (69%) 

Idol x gender neutral reader (19%) 

Idol x reader x Idol (poly r/ship) (14%) 

Idol x reader, Idol x reader (threesome, not much interaction between the two idols) (8%) 

~My thoughts: once again, this category was pretty self explanatory to me considering that the majority of readers are female identifying, so it would make sense that they would prefer to read smut that aligns with their identity! This is also super present anyway of SSB as i do feel like the majority of writing pieces that I do come along are idol x female reader, and most authors too often disclaim that they are the most comfortable writing this type of pairing as well. 

What’s signficant as well is the interest in reading fics with gender neutral reader self inserts as well! this is my personal philosophy when it comes to writing (specifically with requests) but i think that writing gn!reader is always the safest bet to go as to not make assumptions about readers! for writers i think that seeing this 19% is something important to take into consideration! 

An outlier to me with this demographic was the “poly r-ship” poll garnering a notable 14% in comparison to the idol x idol option which got 10 less votes (4%). what is a little confusing to me about this is how poly r/ships often (but not always) contain idol x idol content, however there is discrepancy with the amount of readers outright saying that they enjoy reading it alone. I’ll get into poly fics later with the unpopular opinions section--however i wanted to plant the seed here hehe. One other caveat to this is the fact that on SSB i feel like idol x idol content is really in the minority and is much more present on a platform like AO3 so this could be another explaination! 

What is kinda cute to me is the fact that readers do really like poly r-ship dynamics more than a threesome (as i defined it, “with less interaction”) so this makes me feel like we are all saps for the fluff that comes with poly r-ship fics ;) 

Favorite Kind of Smut to Read 

male idol smut (67%) 

i read both! (female and male idol smut) (25%) 

depends on my mood (7%) 

female idol smut (1%) 

~My thoughts: Again, this is super expected to me as well considering the above statistics. Since i am a skz blog (a boy group) --as are my moots-- it really makes sense that those who filled out this survey would be into male idol smut! 

what was cool for me to see as well was the number of readers who also read female idol smut as well as male idol smut! personally, i more predominately a fan of boy groups compared to the amount of girl group content that I consume (note: i do also consume gg content). because of this, i think that its really up to personal preferences and the content that you consume that can be reflective of the smut content that you consume as well and ya know, whoever gets your hornies going ;) 

Favorite Genres...Ranked! 

*so this was my fault lol i totally formatted this question poorly in google forms so i’ll try to summarize the most popular rankings with my words haha 

*bc of the way that i miffed it (lol) i wasn’t able to get exact measurements, but rough ones! 

Top Five: 

Smut, fluff, angst 

smut n’ fluff (with specific emphasis angst is not desired)  

smut, angst, fluff, 

fluff, smut, angst, 

angst, fluff, smut 

~My thoughts: by far, the most popular ranking that i saw was as follows: smut, fluff, angst. i saw this sososos many times haha also...ya’ll got really creative with your rankings and it made me giggle hehe. So! seeing as this is stay smutblr haha makes total sense that the three most popular rankings that we have were lead by smut! since we’re here for the hornies, i totally get this. 

as for the “smut n’ fluff” or “fluffy smut” category, there was a decent amount of readers that expressed that this mixture is their fave! i’m kinda looping this with the “mixture” option that i also provided for this question since this was the most popular mixture that i was able to observe along with angst + smut. interestingly, i saw a couple mentions of “hurt/comfort” fics with this question too so this went well with this preference. as for number three on this list, we dip into that smut + angst category that I just mentioned as well. there were several individuals who said that they really really enjoy reading smut with angst! 

lastly we get to the four and five on the list: four being fluff, smut and angst. i think this category can also properly represent the folx who tend to like more fluffy fics over the smutty ones, but that can also have suggestive themes too! in five, we have angst, fluff and smut which also is representative of another theme that i saw: as far as plot goes, several people mentioned that they liked fics that start with angst, get fluffier, and then end up in smut, so i think that this could be easily compared! 

*there were also several readers who simply said “all of them” or opted not to rank, (lol me) so this really shows the variability in results! 

Cute stuff ya’ll said (kind of out of context too LOL) 

“... hehE I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE.” 

“...I KNOW IT [my ranking] LOOKS TERRIBLY SPECIFIC AND IM SO SORRY and I guess the better way to describe that was one that has all 3 with a happy ending lol my b my b.” 

“ ...it just depends on the mood my dude.” 

“... (the smut doesn’t have to be soft i just want the relationship to be soft and i want aftercare and general affection).” 

“(but almost no angst oops)” 

“angst honestly makes me so sad.” 

“... but long fics with angst and slow burn smut/fluff is just WOW.” 

“ my favourite thing is when it's fluffy smut tbh with a little bit of angsty backstory. that is *chefs kiss*” 

“(I'm a sucker for good angsty fics but I cant seem to find them???)” 

“Smut, Fluff, Angst (I tend to be a bit of a purist so no mixture here).” 

“(i can't read pure angst lol) “ 

“(I love how much plot there is in angsty fics but I personally can't read anything without a happy ending, i just can't take it)” 

“ i literally couldn't rank them bc my mood is always changing lmaooo.” 

“ smut, fluff, angst. i know what i’m about.” 

Favorite Length of Fics 

Top Five: 

5k-8k words (27%) 

2k-4k words (25%) 

1k-2k words (20%) 

10k-20k words (15%) 

20k words (12%) 

~My thoughts: this one was super helpful for me to see!! and writers i hope that this is helpful for you too! as someone who tends to rambles (lol) it was very comforting for me to see that long-ish fics are actually preferred! what is really cool about this data too is that it is all super well balanced for the most part and nearly edqual in some parts! how i see this, i think that when it comes to preferences of length, its really reader specific so anyone could like anything! this goes into a little bit the slow burn question that i asked as well too, but it’s really cool to see that when readers do read, they kinda like something to sink their teeth into! 

i wanted to look into how long it takes you to read these words, and it appears that on average, a 5-8k fic can take someone 30 mins to read whereas a 2-4k fic takes about 15mins! idk if this says something about attention spans, but as a writer it warms my heart to know that you’re willing to spend 30 minutes of your time reading something that i wrote! 🥺

another thing i wanted to bring up is the “hard and fast” smut readers--those who like to get straight to the point, get right to business and to the juice! they are also a decently large group too! as for readers who like a nice long fic or a chaptered fic, they are super close in numbers! from this, it’s safe for me to assume that maybe those who like reading longer fics are more inclined to strap in for the long haul with chaptered fics too! 

Favorite AUs to Read 

*the top category that got cut off (thank you google forms lol) is friends to lovers! the one that says “...love” at 48% is enemies to lovers, and the one that has a blanked out title at 35% is strangers to lovers! 

Top Five: 

friends to lovers (65%) 

enemies to lovers (48%) 

high school/college au (40%) 

roommates/neighbors to lovers (38%) 

strangers to lovers (35%) 

Other AUs mentioned by you! 

office au, royal au, vampire au, fake date, idol au, slice of life, boarding school au, childhood friends, soulmate au 

~My thoughts: ok ok so this was RAD to see! i often wonder myself the kinds of aus that my readers would like to see so this was really helpful! circling back on how readers tend to favor fluff n’ smut (friends to lovers) and angst n’ smut (enemies to lovers) i think that we’re seeing some more themes here teehee. 

i like to think that since most of us are of the college age, the college au is super relatable therefore we really like to read it! not to mention that college and high school au’s are super duper cute as well! this is also relatable to the roommates/neighbors to lovers category which is also relatable to us who may or may not have experienced having a roommate or crush on the cutie next door ;) as a couple readers mentioned, they liked more “slice of life” au’s--which both of these categories fall into! i think we as readers like scenarios that feel the most real to us, bc they are the easiest to insert ourselves into :) 

fantasy and thriller, action, more “fiction” tropes are in the minority, however i think that this can be for the exact same reason as i mentioned above where readers like more relatable scenarios. 

Opinions on Slow Burn Fics 

~My thoughts: during polling of this category, this pie cart stayed basically the same the whole time!! that was pretty cute to see! the important take aways from this survey for me is the fact that slow burn fics are generally really loved! again, lol as someone who writes big ol’ long slow burn fics this made me feel a lot better hahaha basically, the general consensus is that slow burn fics are welcome most of the time, however some readers might need to invest a little more time into them! this is also very easily comparable to the above statistics on the length of fics preferred (longer ones being the ones more popular) so here’s a lil more supporting evidence! 

3. Member Specific Analysis 

Bias Survey 

Top Five: 

Chan (19%) 

Changbin (18%) 

Hyunjin (16%) 

Jisung (15%) 

Minho (14%) 

~My thoughts: ok ok ok so this is where it starts getting JUICY hehe (also i apologize once more for making you pick LOL) 

the reason why i asked this question was because i wanted to see if there was a correlation with biases and if there was a probability that members who had more people biasing them (or popularity I guess) were more likely to be read more in smut fics! AND I WAS RIGHT haha isn’t this so fkn cool??? (see more in the next section!) 

for comparison, i went to kprofiles to see their little survey on bias popularity and their top five. 

Kprofiles Top Five: 

Hyunjin (15%) 

Felix (14%) 

Chan (12%) 

Minho (11%) 

Jisung (11%) 

SO oh my god my nerd brain is loosing it over this REE so, what i should note that is those who took this survey on my blog are likely generally different based off of the fact that they are here to read smut specifically, rather than the general holistic popularity survey. It is for this reason that we see Felix much higher on this list and Changbin much lower too (as we know Felix is really well known generally and globally and there are *generally* fewer Bin biased fans). What was really interesting to see what that with Hyunjin, Chan, Jisung and Minho, they still all stayed within the top five! Soooo what i’m saying is.... all of you Hyunjin, Chan, Jisung and Minho fans really must like your smut 😏 and I think that it’s safe to assume that the majority of hard stans come from these four members too ooP (and of course our Binnie too! ;) i see all of ya’ll 👀) 

Members That Get Our Hornies Going 

~My thoughts: AHH DOESN’T THIS LOOK SO SATISFYING? I’M SO PROUD OF HER!!! 

First off, i would like to acknowledge the all mighty power of Bang Christopher Chan for pooling this most hornies god DAMN while i kind of expected this, it is also evidenced in the fics that i write! recently i’ve been tracking the number of notes that my Chan hard thoughts get in comparison to other members and the differences are usually ASTRONOMICAL. He is most def the most popular member for smut for several different reasons, lowkey bc i think that it’s kind of part of his brand?? hahaha if ya know what i mean? 

As for preference from Minho on, we can see a super obvious trend that as age order decreases, we get less and less interest for reading for the member. I’m fairly inclined to believe that this has to do with the fact that most often fans (especially fans older than skz) have a harder time seeing the younger members in a sexual way, so the lack of interest totally makes sense here! As referenced above too, we found that the oldest five members (Chan --> Jisung) are the favorites for smut reading which we can see here as well when the numbers really drop after Felix (Felix coming in at 6th place on my “popularity” survey). 

Bc of these statistics, i do really feel like as a reader, i tend to see much, much more fics involving our top five! As for Seungmin and Jeongin, I’ve also seen people state that they do not read or write content for these two members bc they do not feel as comfortable, so this can also explain the lack of content. Also as we have heard many times, Jeongin is a bit of a hot topic lol within the SSB community, so this makes sense that his readership would be low as well. 

4. Deep Dive into the Juicy Questions (aka confessions) 

Is the fact that you read smut a seggsy secret? 

~My thoughts: JUICE TIME JUICE TIME 

Before I say anything, i wanted to tell you all how all of the juicy questions were totally optional, but i got 100% participation for every single one of them which if find HILARIOUS i guess you all are just as curious as i am?? ;) 

So! for this question, we have an overwhelming amount of readers who said that only their closest friends know which is so cute to me! i love how we can trust our friends with this hehe. i also fall into this category bc like, it’s lowkey kinda fun to talk about? maybe also the fact that i run a smut acct makes me care a little less about it all hahah 

secondly, we have the rather large group of people who said that they wouldn’t dare to tell anyone which is also sooo cute haha idk how to explain it but this was the category that i started out in too until i found the right people! But i totally get ya, reading smut--especially-- kpop smut-- can be embarrassing or cringey to share (not to mention that it is somewhat morally grey LOL) so this is really understandable! 

also my fkn hats off to all of you who said that you didn’t care about who knows that you read smut. here, you dropped this: 👑 you’re much braver than i could ever be. 

When you read smut, do you really feel the hornies? 

~My thoughts: ok, so this one to me was also very interesting for me to see as well! (also if you get uncomfy reading about personal masturbation habits you can skip this one lol) 

the reason why i asked this question was because i wanted to see if people “get off” by reading smut (whether reading it turns you on, or if you choose to use it for “material” to get off on however this might look, might be more of a mental simulation without any real like, physical getting off) candidly, I use smut to get myself off every once and a while, so i wanted to see who else might be in the same group! since becoming a writer however, i read much less and reading it doesn’t hit the same when i was just a reader bc i have a different perspective of being the one writing the smut so i look at it more analytically--i digress. 

it was exciting (teehee get the pun?) for me to see that others also “get off” on smut too--and that they are the majority! teehee it is an honor for me to provide you with the hornies LOL. at the same time, we still have a large group in the “don’t take to seriously” category which was interesting to me too! i can’t speak for these readers, but i interpreted these kind of readers to be the kind who read smut to imagine the scenes and are like “hm, that’s hot, i like thinking about this.” but it doesn’t extend much outside of these thoughts. 

What is the most popular position pairing we like to read? 

*smaller slices of the pie represent multiple favorites which i also seperated back into the categories corresponding to get the best count into what was the most preferred. 

Actual Breakdown: 

dom!idol // sub!reader (51 votes) 

switch!idol // switch!reader (32 votes) 

subidol! // dom!reader (11 votes) 

all of the above (5 votes) 

depends on my mood (2 votes) 

~My thoughts: i feel as if there is a bit of a conflict between which position really is “the best” and while we really can’t know the answer to this question since everyone has different preferences, we can at least find out which one is the most popular to be consumed! 

again, going off of the content that I also see as a reader, i see TONS of dom!idol fics, like, left and right. also, if i may come for all of our necks, 👀 but...there’s really something to be said about the fact that the majority of readers are female and historically and socially, women are typically socialized to be submissive, so i can see why this would be why we would favor this among fics--this is even further evidenced by the fact that male idol smut is also preferred, thus further perpetuating the fact that women have been socialized to be submissive to men specifically. i’m not saying that this is the end all be all reason that this trend is present, but i merely offer it as a possible explaination. this is a much larger sociological conversation, but i think that this trend also showed itself in the types of smut that readers seek out as well--according to demographics. 

sub!idol fics are few and far in-between, and i think that this can also be for the exact same reason as i talked about above! 

When you read smut, do you pick faves to read for? 

~My thoughts: what’s cool about this question is the fact that the “half and half” nature of it also resembles what we saw in the section for favorite members to read! As we see in that chart, 41 out of 100 people said that they read everyone, similar to this question where 48 out of 100 people said that they read for everyone. What this proves to me once more is that when it comes for reading fics, there's a 50/50 chance that the reader will look at, and read it based off of who it is about alone. This is a really powerful statistic, meaning that the members who that a writer might write for really dictates their readership! At the same time, it’s super comforting to know that regardless of what you as a writer might write, there’s always someone out there who is willing to read it! (as evidenced by the 52% of people who read for anyone! this is still a large number) 

Readers: Do you only use Tumblr for smut? 

~My thoughts: when i first started out reading smut, i was in the “i just look up skz smut” group LOL so i wanted to see again if there was anyone like me--which there is! This was more of my interest in seeing if some people view tumblr as “their smut dealer” AHA so that my initial motivation. I was surprised to see that this is not the case! out of 100 readers, 39 of them have their own non-smut blogs and the second largest group of 26 people use tumblr for smut exclusively. 

idk why, but when thinking of this question, it really got me thinking back to the question where i asked if reading smut is a seggsy secret, and there was the group of people who said that it is for them--i’m assuming that these people might be part of the group have non-smut blogs and read on the side teehee. 

at the same time, there is a combined 40 people who said that they use tumblr for smut purposes only which makes sense to me, as those who filled out my survey are readers of my smut blog if you catch my drift haha  

Writers: Do you read smut, or just write it? 

*56 responses correlate with those polled who identified as writers/both as mentioned above 

~My thoughts: this survey is really really cute for me to see bc it means that there is a whole support network or writers out there reading, supporting and here to hype other writers work!! if anything, as a writer because it takes so much time to write, it can become hard to find time to read, hence the “when i have time option lollll (*cough cough* me LOL) thank you all for your honesty with this question! 

5. General Thoughts and Conclusion 

Survey on Exposure 

~My thoughts: i kinda wanna close off this survey by getting on my soapbox for a sec lol. At least for me, the most common ways that readers found my blog were: looking up a tag, and from a repost. i think that this really goes to show the power of exposure and certain tactics that you can use to increate readership of your account! new readers, if you’re reading this and you’re just starting out, tagging your stuff is so so important! 

also, as i have said and so so, many other content creators have said countless times before, reposting is so crucial and it takes little to no effort to repost a creators work so that it might reach others! as a writers, we spend hours, and i mean hours creating content, editing, drafting, creating headers all out own time to publish something that we are proud of and for you to enjoy! it means the world to authors when you reblog their work and even more when you give feedback too because this is our passion! we write for free in the middle of our busy lives so the validation makes it all worth it!! 

Conclusion 

~phew! so that’s it! once again, i wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart from participating in this lil study! i really hope that it is helpful to writers and readers alike! i wanna give ya all the biiiiiigest Ro huggies!! 💕💕

as i mentioned above, the answers for the unpopular opinions will be made into their own post bc there is a ton of them and i didn’t want to clutter up this doc lol 

don’t ya ever forget that you are important, loved, and special! happy hornies my cuties ;) 

~R 🌹

6. Cute shit that ya’ll said that made me giggle (and hopefully makes you giggle too)

~you all are the light of my life!! each of these comments brought me so much happiness and i love you all so fkn much for that!! also, to those of you who said, “Ro date me” PLZ haha i will date you too!!! too all of the super sweet comments about my writing, thank you so so very much and thank you for reading! it means so much to me!! to all of the i love yous, ahhhh i love you toooooo  💕

“I DUNNO IM BAD AT FUNNY STUFF BUT KNOCK KNOCK I GUESS? -whos there 

RO 

-ro who 

Me, in chan voice: RObber ducky you're the one 

yeah... 

yeah 

bYE” 

“ I didn’t know changbin’s thighs were of such importance until I saw your username but now?? 👀 I am looking respectfully.” 

“ every time chan doesn’t reply to my bubble message i hold my breath and try to die💆‍♀️” 

“ here are my favorite emoji combos: 😐☝️ 😫🖐️ 😂🤏 (i use that one when i get a dick pick and it's rlly small but the person thinks its big-) “ 

“ you are EVIL for making me choose just ONE bias OT8 EXISTS OK!?” 

“ I hope this survey provides you with a lot of useful feedback! -sincerely a big tiddie committee member (you know the one)” [hehe yes i do hai M ;)] 

“ chan’s tiddies... that’s it.” 

“jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo?“

“ Jeongin is appropriately baby bread because his face is puffy in the morning so it's kinda like yeast rising 👉👉 “ 

“ someone needs to tell hyunjin to put some vaseline or something on his cuticles like I love him a lot but his recent live made me scream sir your cuticles are hanging on for dear life please I'm literally begging you “ 

“ I squeal whenever I get a notification from you and my family think I’m secretly dating someone. It’s nice knowing that they think I can get someone during a pandemic 😁 “ [this one had me SENT] 

“i hope ur dreams are blessed with skz thighs.” 

“ HS Bin supremacy!!” 

“Sta” 

“Ro(ses) are red, violets are blue - DaVinci painted Mona, cause he couldn't find you :') “ 

“✨ dInG dOnG ✨ “ 

“You're doing God's work as a changbin stan xD “ [thank you so much aHA] 

“damn gorl, are you a wifi signal? cause i’m tryna connect 🤔🥴✌🏾 “ 

“Good luck with your survey! I hope you get a big response! You know what else is big..? 

 Chan's feet. (I'm sorry, that was my attempt to make you giggle but I'm clearly not a comedian)” 

“What's the internal temperature of a taun taun? Luke warm! (Haha sorry star wars joke) “ 

“egg“

“just because you’re garbage, doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot <3 “ 

“Soft-Dom Minho Agenda is the best agenda. I have spoken. Sincerely yours, Javi (@itsapapisongo) “ [this is the way javi] 

“Bang chan daddy supremacy” 

“ro, ro, ro your boat gently down skz’ dick hell yea.” [this also had me SENT] 

“stay smut writers should take “maknae on top” literally“

“idk man i’m just vibing. hope ur day is going well. (changbin voice) da DA da” 

Fin. 

~🌹~ 

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @lunarskzzz  @yourdaddychan @bubblelixie @spnobsessedmemes @chaangbin​ @lmhmins @eunaeiekim

[dark-muse-iris]

hey iris. i have a very close friend of mine who's 28 and often feels like she's being creepy or weird for liking younger kpop groups like stray kids, ateez, txt, etc, and finding the members sexually attractive. you don't have to answer this ask publicly - or at all tbh - but i was wondering if you'd have any words of wisdom as an older kpop fan who writes smut and who's also neurodivergent - she also feels kinda bad for hyperfixating on real people to the extent she does. i try to insist that it's not inherently weird so long as they're all adults - which they are - and it's not like she's making moves on em irl anyway, but being more within their age range than hers i don't think it comforts her all that much. regardless if you choose to delve into this or not i hope you're having a great day <3

Thanks for your ask. My response is kind of long so I'm placing a cut:

I think it would be useful to examine where that shame comes from. If a similar age gap existed with an older celebrity in their 30s or 40s, would your friend have the same view? There's also a consideration of whether one's just looking/fantasizing because the celebrity is flashing their abs and grinding on the floor w/ eye contact vs. truly considering them as a viable dating partner or a fling. I enjoy a lot of 4th gen performers who promote adult themes, but would I actively pursue a 21 year old? Eh, probably not. Most of the ones I remember dating in that age range (even when I was that age) don't know who they are or what they even like when it comes to sex or having a good time. The pressure 20-somethings place on themselves constantly is also a major mood killer.

I haven't written any 4th gen smut, but I'm heavily considering it for both ATEEZ and Stray Kids under the pressure of friends who are also in their 30s and are consumers/creators of fanfic. Why? Because my muses move a lot and I still like telling stories, plus I have biases and bias wreckers in both groups. Many 2nd and 3rd gen faves are either in the military or they're being promoted in a way where I'm extremely bored and underwhelmed. On the other hand, 4th gen has incredible groups who are active, heavily promoted, and showing off concepts that are not only visually appealing, but more in line with the darker explosive shit I've liked since my teens. I wish 3rd gen had taken those kinds of risks!

Anyways, I always create new characters from scratch and then model their physical features and some traits on a celebrity's likeness. That's not because I'm constantly fantasizing that an idol is *my* prince. It's more like I wanted to write a story about a royal and they'd look good in the story. I also like having access to audiences who are looking for short stories to read. Fanfiction is low pressure compared to original works (which I also write). Someday I won't have any active idol muses and then I'll move back to writing literary/movie/video game fanfics like I used to. But until then, I'll keep doing this because it's fun.

As for hyperfixating, it could be that your friend has the same problem I have sometimes where you don't want to let yourself have fun because you feel you're undeserving of it in some way. A lot of people are taught that one must earn the reward through hard work. You suffer first, then get a treat. Neurodivergent brains process that experience differently and can struggle with it no matter how disciplined we try to be. And a lot of us would rather shame ourselves into neurotypical behavior than try working *with* our brain's natural pursuit of dopamine in a safe way.

The chemical rush I get when I hyperfixate on something fun like an idol's legs is the same rush I get from sex, gambling, risky behavior, video games, drugs, etc. I'm not endorsing all those things, but I know with a dopamine deficiency that if I don't give myself some free rein from time to time, I'll end up acting out to get it later. So I have an open marriage, play video games where I do crimes, use online pseudonyms to perform different roles like sexting, and gamble within monetary ranges that are safe and don't hurt anyone. And I take my meds, manage sleep, diet, exercise, etc.

Hopefully this helps some? Honestly, I didn't have a handle on any of my shit until I started reading neuroscience stuff and understanding how neurotransmitters work, where they come from, what happens if I don't have enough to function, and how to get more of each one if I need to. That's how I've managed a lot of psych shit with limited access meds and providers. You have to be your own advocate, always, because you're living with you, right?

[zet-sway]

@the-wip-project day 35:

I don't know what today's question is but I gotta write a wall of text about what happened last night because holy shit

I was on the verge of falling asleep and, like I usually do, I decided to hunt for some spicy fanfics to read on my phone. I found one.

All my posts are long but this one is real fucking long. CW for touching on dub-con and injury mentioned in the type of context it probably shouldn't be.

It's time for me to admit that not only am I a oneshot writer, I'm also a oneshot reader. I am drawn to short fanfics. If I click on a chaptered fic, it's (usually) because it's rated E for smut and I'll go in with every intention of skimming it for the spicy bits. I'm not proud of this. I've avoided saying this for years because I don't want to disappoint people who work hard on their very long and well thought out chaptered stories. I have a short attention span, and I know what I want.

But anyway, last night I clicked on a fic with 5 chapters and some amount of words, around 30k? Long, by my standards, but I was tired and I just wanted something to read while I dozed off.

This particular fic hooked me in, though. I still skimmed it, but the writing was so unique in a way that made me writhe with writer's envy and admiration. Whoever wrote this had their own language - nothing borrowed - their own vision.

I guess I should tell the good people who read my posts (ya'll, seriously, thank you) that the fic in topic is called Fault Lines by Recidiva on AO3. I would link to it but uhhhh I may be using my work PC for "extracurricular purposes" right this moment ^^; so maybe when I get home I'll remember to add it.

I skimmed it - like I said above - for the spicy parts. It generally follows the plot of Bioware's canon. Thane begins as possessive and manipulative, likely uncomfortably close to dub-con for a lot of people. He kisses her and knows full well that his kiss will make her willing but intoxicated, and how he will use that to fulfil himself. But as the story progresses, he falls in love. Their relationship is what I'll call "edgy." Both of them are renegades. There's a scene where they get down in the shuttle after a fight and they're both still injured and it borders on downright unrealistic but fuck it, it's fanfic and I bought it. However their relationship develops a certain heart-wrenching tenderness. She asks him what Siha means over and over again, and eventually tells him she thinks "bitch" when he says it. But in that moment they have a playful banter, he knows full well she's probably already looked it up on the extranet, and they fall into bed together. The smut is mind-boggling.

By the time it gets to Shepard's arrest, he's taken up a place on Earth and visits her, breaks into her house arrest. There's a scene where they see each other for the first time in a while, she tells him how much she's missed his mouth and how it's not right how bad she wants him, and wants him bad enough to smother him with affection. She says something to the effect of "if you're looking to die, I'd volunteer to be the cause," implying that her lust is powerful enough to endanger his life. And it was at this moment I realized I fucked up.

It's established that I live in my own headcanon and I'm not burdened with considering the end of Thane's life as part of my fics. And the suspension of disbelief was such that I forgot he doesn't make it. So at this moment in the fic, chapter 4 out of 5, I realized "Oh shit this isn't going to have a happy ending." I skipped to the end right away, I wanted to confirm my fears.

In their final exchange, she asks him to lie to her - something that's repeated in other chapters of the story. I forget what he says, I was reading desperately, but he asks her in return to tell him something true. She kisses him and tells him she loves him, and he breathes his last breath with the lingering tingle of their kiss to carry him to the other side.

I was so entrenched in the depth of their relationship up to that point. The level of fathomless love the author conveyed, unlike anything I've ever managed to write before, but more realistic to my own understanding of love as I've experienced it. Not because they're renegades, but just the selflessness with which they feel, communicate, banter, and make love.

When I read that last paragraph, something inside me broke. That sounds dramatic but that's honestly how I would describe it. It felt like waking up from a night terror, when you bolt up in bed from a dream so bad you immediately get up even if it's 4am because nothing feels real and you're so terrified you have to get up and do something - literally anything to take your mind off it, to ease you back into reality. I put my phone down and stared into the darkness of my bedroom and told myself "it's just a fanfic, no need to get upset." And then I started to cry and I didn't stop for 30 minutes.

My husband was downstairs watching Bohemian Rhapsody and I went down there and wrapped myself around him so tight and cried. Bless this man, from the bottom of my heart - bless him - for his unfathomable kindness. I felt like a fucking fool because I was crying over fanfiction but he paused his movie and just listened while I tried to articulate how it wasn't exactly about the character death, or the characters at all, it was just the writing and how it wormed into my brain so convincingly. I felt the loss like it was my own loss. I am terrified of losing my husband. So many feelings coalesced and I realized one day I may be in that situation, kissing the man I love goodbye for the last time, never to hold him again. I'm at work right now and I'm tearing up because it's so hard.

I tip my hat to the author, but I genuinely wished I hadn't read that fanfic. And isn't it kind of funny after that grandstand I took yesterday about not wanting to write the pain of loss and grief, that I ended up reading it instead and probably fucking myself up just as badly, if not worse, than if I had tried to write it myself?

It gets worse, too. Because it got me thinking about my own writing, and how I could never hope to achieve what that author did. So I sat there crying out my painfeelings while simultaneously feeling like a shit writer and like nothing I put out matters. I got up from the couch, sat down at my PC and picked up where I left off in the Omega DLC in ME3 because video games are great for taking the mind off things. It didn't exactly help with the intensity I'd hoped for, but I managed to fall asleep, by 3am.

Fast forward to this morning. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed 4 hours later and drove to work. By some fucking miracle, no one is here right now except our field director. And I'm stewing in how this one fic really fucked me up bad, reconsidering everything. I feel like I've been put in my place.

So what changed?

Yesterday I posted about how I'm struggling to write a plotline. I know what happens, but I'm not interested in the little bits that tie it together. I want to write the romance. I think there's a way to write the plot and the romance at the same time, but it's damn hard.

I started doing this because I wanted to grow my skills as a writer, and I knew it might be more than I could chew. I'm at that moment now where I'm about ready to give up.

Even if I felt like a shit writer last night (and still kinda do this morning), I know that the stuff I've put out has value. We can't all write these epically tragic smut-romance-renegades-to-lovers tales, we'd all be sad all the damn time. There's a time and a place and - I would argue - even a need for lighterhearted fic out there. There are really no rules. I'm confident in what I know how to do.

But the plot. Fuck it, man. I think maybe I'm trying too hard to be something I'm not. I'm trying really hard to write like other people. I may have mentioned before that I saw a post about how many artists spend their time pining for the skills of others, thinking "wow, when I can draw like that, I'll have made it as an artist." That same post cautioned against this, basically saying you already have your own unique style, it's just harder to see through the lens of your own eyeballs. It's fine to challenge yourself but try to acknowledge what you do that sets you apart already. I feel like I have that something - maybe not to the extent that I wish, but I have something.

So what's the point of the plot? Why do I need to tell my readers how I cured Keprals? I'm asking myself important questions here. I like to think I've come up with ideas that no one else has, but as I said above, I don't read a lot of chaptered fics. I very well may have come to the same ideas as other writers and I'm not even aware of it. I don't know if my ideas are unique but I still arrived at them all by myself.

The challenge here - the thing I'm struggling so much with - is how to put them together with the same elegance of my fellow writers. I'm looking at you, shrios fam (yeah I'm calling you that, yall know who you are). I know I can write words, but it's like I have a bunch of pieces from completely different jigsaw puzzles and I'm struggling to make a new picture out of them. I struggle with the transitions between them.

The point here is I have to find my own way. And I have to stop taking myself so seriously. In fact this level of "seriousness" is one of the things that got me into so much angst over World of Warcraft over the last two years. At least I know how to recognize it.

I have to find my own way. I have my own things that are worth sharing. The author I read last night had a language all their own, and I have a language all my own too. Their wordplay was actually more choppy than I would ever write. I've talked before about how I'm scared of starting too many sentences with pronouns, how I maybe write too many run-on sentences, whatever. This author did that with reckless abandon. It worked for them. So if they can make that shit work, I can make my own shit work.

I have to find my own way.

My most current WIP is Thane and Shepard's first time. I've been working on it pretty nonchalantly because I hadn't intended to publish it until I built up to it. It takes place further into my timeline, and it would probably ruin the point of a slow burn if I put it out there now. There are some really memorably moments in this WIP, and there are other moments that need to be smoothed over as well. I never knew what I'd really imagined for their first time but I think I've mostly developed something that's unique in its own right, and I think will be fun for people to read.

I'm just so fucking torn over what to do with it. I feel guilty for working on it. I should be writing "other shit" leading up to it but I don't fucking want to. I actually wrote probably 2-3k words this weekend, which is a pretty staggering amount by my standards. Some of it was for this smutty WIP and some was for something I just threw together, Thane observing Shepard on Horizon and the emotional toll it takes on her. He's seeing her humanity. I don't know if it's worth it to continue but I wrote a lot of it and the words are more precise than usual for a draft, I don't know. I have so much fucking insecurity. Fuck dude. I want to write this longfic, but I don't want to write it. I want to skim to the spicy bits like I always do.

I am wracked with insecurity, of my own making. I know what I can do but I feel compelled to see this idea through. Somehow I have to find my own way.

TLDR I feel like if I don't publish something soon I'm going to burst and I don't even know what the fuck to work on first and fjslfjsojoiejrj

I would be really down for, like, a bunch of hugs and a bowl of ice cream shared over memes and fanservice.

[karmasuna]

Headcanons for Bakugou, shinsou and a character of your choice where they like a foreign aka English speaking reader and they try to keep up being nice in Japanese but they overhear them talking to their friends from home and they're louder, more crass, and a lot more energetic and talking as if they're on their last 3 brain cells if you know what I mean? Maybe the guys overhear how good looking they are or how cool? They should know enough English to get a gist

ahh i accidentally went down the thirst road instead of crackhead really aha i’m so sorry if it isn’t what you wanted, but i had a lot of fun writing this so thank you for the request (^^;)

warnings: implied smut, swearing 

Bakugo Katsuki

○ He doesn't really talk to you that much, but he did know of your existence and acknowledged you and knew you were strong

○ When you did interact with him though, you would usually speak with with more of a formal tone and you didn’t use much slang or anything

○ Although your first language wasn’t Japanese, you still insisted on communicating with your classmates only in Japanese so you could practice more

○ And you only knew enough to communicate with them and didn’t really know a lot of casual words to express your emotions properly

○ That gave off the illusion that you were a very polite and timid person

○ So when one time he walks past your room and hears you chatting loudly with your friends he’s shocked 

○ You seemed so much more cheery and lively when you were speaking in your native language

○ Bakugo couldn’t help but become interested in what you were really like when you could express yourself well

○ He comes up with the bright idea of asking you to tutor him in English

○ Of course you’re suspicious, since his English grade was just s few points shy of yours and you knew his English wasn’t that bad

○ He insists on it anyways, saying he needed more speaking practice

○ So you agree, and every now and then he would barge into your room and demand for you to start talking only in English

○ The first few times he had come you were a nervous wreck since Bakugo is scary and that’s a fact

○ But eventually you get used to it and start to loosen up, him being the only person who you spoke English who was physically with you, so of course you’d have a lot of emotions to spill that you normally couldn’t express through Japanese

○ And it was right as Bakugo was about to once again barge in to your room when he overheard your conversation with your friends on the phone

○ Hearing his name being mentioned in your conversation makes him just stop right before he was about to come in, interested to hear what you had to say about him

○ He quietly opens the door just a little, hoping to be able to catch your words

○ And he’s very surprised when he hears you start absolutely gushing about him, talking quietly about how hot you thought he was and how you’d totally “let him tie you up and step on you”

○ The blonde understands every word that comes out of your word separately but it takes him a bit to figure out what you were talking about

○ But once he connects the dots he can’t stop the huge smirk spreading across his face when he realizes that you’re absolutely thirsting over him with your friends

○ He lets you have your fun, waiting until you ended your call before coming in to your room

○ You acted no different around him, greeting him like normal and like you weren't totally lusting over his waistline just mere minutes ago

○ He plays along with you for a bit, waiting for you to get comfortable before catching you off guard with his next statement

○ “So you want me to tie you up and step on you huh, you nasty girl,” he says calmly and totally out of the blue, turning you into a panicked, blushing mess as he watched you try and fail to come up with an excuse with amusement in his eyes

○ And that’s the story of how your boyfriend discovered the first of your many kinks and he totally steps on you later that night

 Shinso Hitoshi

○ Shinso would get to know you over your shared love over video games, and he quickly notices how you became a totally different person when you were gaming with your friends and talking to them in English than when you were talking in Japanese at school

○ And he would occasionally tease you about it, saying some less-than-elegant things that you said when you were speaking in English back to you when you were at school and making you embarrassed

○ You know how people sometimes say that someone becomes a totally different person when they’re using another language? That was you

○ Only the purple-haired boy would know of all potty mouth when you were talking in English, since no one else would believe him since you always seemed so timid and polite when you were speaking in Japanese

○ So this man would try to get evidence to prove you weren’t as pure and innocent as you looked 

○ And as luck would have it you leave your phone unlocked when you get up to go to the bathroom while you having one of you regular gaming sessions with him

○ He can’t help but peek over at your screen, and he doesn’t know if he should be surprised or sad you what you had typed to your friend

○ Sure enough, there was all the profanity he was hoping to get physical evidence of, but the topic of your conversation was something he wasn’t sure he should take a photo of because sure he wasn’t the nicest guy, but he also happened to have a crush on you and didn’t want to ruin your life

○ In your texts you were talking about how you would pay to suck “his” dick and touch “his” abs, whoever “he” was

○ He’s kind of hurt to know that you had your eyes on a guy already, but it’s not like he’s surprised since there were so many hot guys in U.A

○ What he wasn’t expecting was the next text from your friend that made his heart speed up as he read it

○ “i mean, he’s already next to u so just go for it lol what kinda guy wouldn’t want to get his dick sucked lmao”

○ It didn’t take him any time to figure out that you were talking about him in your texts, and he’s more than happy about his little discovery, quickly turning back to his console as you come back from your bathroom break

○ And you continue the match you were having with him

○ Just as you got the upper hand and he was about to lose to you he pulls his last card to make you lose - whoever lost would have to pay for takeout and he wasn’t about to cough up twenty dollars to feed your food addiction

○ “Ten dollars and I’ll let you suck my dick,” he says calmly as his character continued to fight yours on the screen and you drop your own console in shock, and your character is defeated in no time as your brain short circuits

○ “Don’t act all innocent Y/N, I would've totally let you do it if you’d just spoke up earlier.”

○ You end up not only paying for takeout but you also lose ten dollars that night 👀

[lycorogue]

Hey girl! For your "Ask about WIPs" game, I'm interested in "I Don't Care" and/or "Seduce with Caution." Hope you're well, stay safe!!

Hey right back! I am doing well. Hope the same for you and yours.

[WIP tag game: my list]

Ya know what, no one else has played yet, so I'll go ahead and indulge. 😀

I Don't Care

This story actually started life as a "tumblr exclusive" one-shot called Stranger in a White Dress (published here May 2018). It was actually one of the first fanfics I posted to Tumblr. It was inspired by the song "Play Me Like a Violin" by Stephen (*warning: the music video has flashing bits, so those with photosensitivity, please be careful if you watch instead of just listen).

I don't know why specifically I latched onto Gabriel Agreste and Emilie Graham de Vanily, but it seemed appropriate somehow. The story was them having a meet cute in college. Emilie would have blown into Gabriel's life for a few minutes, stole a kiss unexpectedly, and then blew back out of his life just as abruptly.

The story stayed like that for quite some time. Then, August 2019, I heard the acoustic version of Ed Sheeran's song "I Don't Care". At first blush, the song sounded like something my husband would sing, but the more I listened the more I realized it could be Gabriel singing about/to Emilie. This song was kind of the theme of the Agrestes' relationship, in my opinion. Hence stealing the song title for the story's title. I took the first verse about being at a party, and continued my story. Gabriel was dragged to a party by his flatmate, and Emilie coincidentally was there. The two reconnected, and Gabriel turned a one-time chance encounter at a club into a potential relationship.

I'm not entirely sure where else to go with this story, aside from knowing I want it to be the love story between these two. Possibly ending with Adrien's birth. Possibly continuing until Emilie's "disappearance." Not sure which yet. However, this whole story is a bit of a slow process while I wait for inspiration to strike again, mostly by way of new music. I have been a touch obsessed for the past year with the songs "2AM" by MK (feat Carla Monroe) and "Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur as a back and forth between Emilie and Gabriel respectively (the fact that "2AM" has a female vocalist and "Say You Won't Let Go" has a male vocalist just makes it all the better). The only snafu there is that this would be a chapter about them drinking too much while out, and/or Emilie drunk calling Gabriel and asking for him to spend the night with her. As spontaneous as I like making Emilie, it seems a bit abrupt considering where their relationship stands at the end of the 2nd chapter. So I want to come up with a buffer one showing their first official date as my 3rd chapter. I'm just not sure what said date should look like yet. Thus this WIP sits in waiting.

If you want to read the first two chapters, you can find them over on AO3, FFN, or DA.

Seduce with Caution

This one is actually my current WIP. It's also my first foray into Miraculous Ladybug smut (aged-up, of course).

For some reason, August brings out the smut in me (is it the warm weather?), and I've written other smutty fics during that month in the past. Most have never seen the light of day. I've written a couple using the X-Men OCs created for my husband's play-by-post role-play game. I've written one using my D&D character and one of her partymates. The only smut I've officially published though was my interpretation of a handwaved sex scene in the book Bitterblue by Kristin Cashore (mostly because the series was fairly unknown and that book had been published 7 years prior, so I figured not many would even find my smut).

I have never tried ML smut before though, despite enjoying a lot of the ones I've found. I just couldn't get past the mental image of the Love Square as 14-year-olds.

Last year, however, while reading Dressed to Confess by @zenmisery , she had a bit where Chat Noir's costume acted as a bit of a magical chastity belt. For some reason, that gave me this fantastic concept for a MariChat sex scene. I started working on it, but I realized that it seemed too abrupt of an interaction between these two characters without also having the story be post-reveal and the two of them being in a relationship. The concept, though, would have been how MariChat could spend a night together without Marinette finding out who Chat Noir is under the mask first. The whole premise crumbles if they're already in a relationship and/or it's post-reveal.

I just couldn't get the balance right, and so I abandoned the story. Right around December, I tried again by backtracking a touch to include the seduction and foreplay leading into the sex scene. That too seemed a bit left-field. It felt like glorious crack, and I was tempted to just run with it because crack is a fantastic story "genre" but I... just can't find it within myself to do so. So the story was abandoned again.

This past August I revisited the story once more. After 3 or 4 false starts, I tried backing up even further with my story's starting point. Now this story has become a slow-burn, sexual tension, blushfest. There's implied masturbation, and later chapters will include make-out sessions with heavy petting, but the actual true-blue smut won't show up until the final chapter or so. So my "Porn without Plot" has become "so much pining with a sprinkle of smut thrown in for flavor". 😅

I still don't have a concrete story figured out, but the working summary is: "While 19yo Chat Noir tries to demonstrate to Marinette his new 'moves' to try to win Ladybug over, he accidentally seduces Marinette. Now she has to come to terms with the knowledge that she finds him sexy and highly desirable, all while still holding a flame for Adrien. Meanwhile, Adrien has to wrestle with the knowledge that he found Marinette getting hot and bothered over him a major turn-on. Chaos ensues."

Considering it kept me over a year to write just the first chapter (but only 3 days to write the second one), I want this story complete before unleashing it onto the world. I also need to build up the confidence to let the rest of the fandom read my first ever MariChat smut soooooooooooooooooo..........

ANYWAY, yup. That's what's up with I Don't Care and Seduce with Caution.

A romance story between young Gabriel and Emilie where I humanize Gabriel....

And a slow-burn MariChat smut story that will only really include anything explicit in the last chapter or so.

Thanks so much for the ask! This was fun. Feel free to ask me more!

I've also talked about my original WIP Glitches here, here, and here, as well as talk about my other Gabriel-humanizing project When Love Matters here.