#COLLEGE GRIND FR

[bonbonly]

to all the lovely requests and drafts in my inbox, i just started my spring semester and i might not be able to write a lot! at most maybe a fic per week if im feeling motivated enough! but dw! your thoughts are seen and i love all of them, just gotta make some time to write one day lol.

thank youuuu i love you alllll!!!

[chuuyascumsock]

Ohhhh

This is so goooooood

Yes yes yes

And if he doesn't have one, your hand will suffice <3

AND PLS WRITE IT SKDHDMFBNF

See, I would write it if I wasn’t like quadruple wielding four smuts (two are Chuuya centered, one is a soft Dazai smut, and the last is fem Dazai and fem Chuuya centric). Perhaps it is to be left on the back burner as of now or someone else can use the idea 😌

[sampoenjoyer]

ME WHEN LIGHTER

LIGHTER LORENZ Version 1.3 Teaser - "Virtual Revenge" Zenless Zone Zero

[liinos]

It makes me fucking insane how grad programs are like oh did you not go immediately into a masters? Well you better have a good reason why or we might not think you deserve to get one bc you're not committed 🤭 omg you didn't cure cancer or solve world inequality before applying? Don't even look in our direction 🤮 it's so great you want to further your education it would really be a shame if we made it as hard as possible 👉👈

[winwintea]

that's okay

PAIRING ↬ academic rival!na jaemin x ace!female reader

TAGS ↬ fluff, romance, slight angst, academic rivals to lovers au, college au, fake dating au, jaemin = campus playboy, drunk decisions, art museum date, plushies because i want a plushie, jaemin is kinda whipped fr

SUMMARY ↬ you're determined to outshine your academic rival na jaemin, the campus heartthrob infamous for his frivolous reputation. but when a few too many drinks suddenly ropes you into a fake dating scheme with jaemin, you realize that there's much more to him than his playboy persona. can two opposites navigate a connection that’s anything but fake?

WORD COUNT ↬ 3.7k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lotties-readings !! grinding this fic in a day was so fun. the 3 am brain creativity actually carried this time too. hope i did him justice 😭😭 SHOUTOUT TO THE ASEXUAL COMMUNITY I LOVE YALL <33 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU !!!!

PLAYLIST ↬ cooler than me - mike posner, anti-romantic - txt, are you satisfied? - marina, that's okay - d.o.

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

Na Jaemin. The Playboy. He’s probably slept with half of the school and the rumors are on and off with him. The college’s infamous frivolous playboy, a firm believer of the ‘hook up as much as you can before you find your soulmate!’ ideology. For some, it was oddly endearing. For you? Maddening. Because Na Jaemin wasn’t just a playboy. He was your rival. Jaemin just had this certain charm to him that attracted the masses. Everyone, including your friends, had had a crush on him at one point in their lives. Everyone except you. Despite his supposedly carefree attitude, he always ranked #1. And you? Stuck perpetually at #2, clawing at his heels, only for him to breeze past like it was nothing. If it were anyone else, maybe you wouldn’t care so much. But no—it had to be him.

You swore to steer clear of him. No parties, no flirtations, and certainly no personal involvement. That resolve lasted until one ill-advised college party, where Jaemin, drunk and absurdly charismatic, roped you into the lead role of his most ridiculous performance yet: his fake significant other. And you were equally as drunk to play along with it, nodding in the face of his ex-girlfriend as she looked at the both of you in disbelief. For a playboy like Jaemin, you thought he was managing to control his dating life better than this. But you guess he just got bored of being surrounded by love.  “Just go with it,” he’d said. You hadn’t thought it would last beyond that night.

You were wrong.

You suppose it’s partly your own fault finding yourself in your current situation, considering the recent events. In a world where everyone is busy chasing after time, enjoying the dating scene, you’re an outcast. An outcast with false modesty to trick people’s curiosity. You should be used to them by now, their comments about you not being interested in relationships. And even though you do feel fed up with it, the thought of lying about dating someone just so they can shut up never crossed your mind.

“Remind me again why I have to spend the whole day being your pretend partner.” you say, glaring as Jaemin hands you a pastry. “The party doesn’t start until 10PM tonight!” 

“Here you go, love. Be careful, it’s hot!” he says, completely ignoring your question. He resumes walking, hands in his pockets, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, resuming your slow stroll in the garden of a nearby art museum. You hurriedly take it from his hands if that would make him finally pay attention to your question.

“I know it’s hot,” you mutter, taking the pastry anyway. He’s insufferable. Even now, you can tell he’s doing this for show, making a big deal out of playing the doting boyfriend for the strangers milling about the museum garden. “Do you ever actually answer questions, or is that too much to ask?”

“Oh, I answer,” he breezily responds, unfolding a crumpled checklist from his coat pocket. “I’m just selective about when. Do you want to taste mine? I can taste yours too.”

“No thank you.”

Straightening the lapels of his gray coat, Jaemin fetches the brochure handed earlier to him out of his inner pocket and takes a quick look at it to make sure you checked out everything of interest in the area before entering the museum itself. “Now, do you want to check out the sculptures before we head to the main exhibit?”

The guy has a whole checklist of activities for the day. You’ve seen it. He purposely taped another page underneath just to scare you with its sheer length, but you’re seeing right through his tricks, the page is full of gibberish written just to take space. You’ve got your best frown on to keep the illusion of ignorance, hoping that you’d get bonus points for agreeing to go through the full contents of the list, both the real and the fake ones. 

But is it really an act? The occasional tidbits of satisfaction coming from beating Jaemin’s brilliant mind (not that you’d ever give him the credit for it) are hardly enough to keep you entertained throughout the day. When the activities you take on today are meant to be just that, entertaining. And romantic too. 

Now, were you a normal couple, a true couple, then maybe you’d be having fun now.

“Jaemin, I think partners are supposed to listen to each other. At the very least.”

He grins, entirely unbothered by your irritation. “Relax, Y/N. We’re supposed to look like we’re having fun. Couples don’t bicker this much in public, you know.”

“Maybe because real couples actually like each other.”

“And yet,” he says, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “Here we are. The picture of romance.” Ah. He’s right, damn it.

“I only lowered my guard because these people don’t know us, stupid… Let’s get inside already!”

Hearing his low, annoying chuckle triggers the sensory neurons in your brain until a neat little image of his smirk is produced with near-perfect accuracy. Have you simply seen it too many times? There’s no escape even when you turn your back to him, great.

You grit your teeth but let him guide you down a quieter path, away from the crowds. It’s all part of the act, you remind yourself. Just one day of playing along, and people will stop speculating about your personal life. Totally worth it.

Right?

Inside the museum, the tension eases slightly. The museum is magnificent to explore with the many pieces of art it houses. There’s so much to see that you’d frankly not mind getting lost in here just to have an excuse to spend more time surrounded by art.

You have to admit, Jaemin chose the perfect dating spot. You’re not sure if it was based on your own preferences. Surely not. But you find yourself not minding it suddenly.

“Picture!” he announces, pulling you close before you can protest.

Hearing the signal, you instantly turn in the direction of the raised-up phone, smiling for the camera as Jaemin presses his face closer to yours.

“Oh, this is a good one, I’m definitely posting it. You look so in love.”

“I’m in love with this work, that’s it.” you say flatly, staring at the painting behind him.

“Uh-uh. That works for me too.” Jaemin replies while his fingers dance across the screen, likely typing some cheesy caption for the picture. A second later your own phone vibrates in your pocket, signaling that he posted the picture and tagged you in it, and you don’t even bother looking.

“At least you’re a natural, Jaemin.”

“What, in faking an expression? How are you so sure?”

You blink, meeting his gaze as some child holding a balloon separates the two of you for a mere second. Instinctively, you shorten the distance so you don’t lose Jaemin, looking for his hand to take hold of. You’ve already been through that today, linking hands in the crowds. And while there was no real need to do that right now, you just did that…

To the question in your eyes evoked from his last words, he smirks and adds, “There are pieces of art here that I look at with fondness just like you do.”

Your heart sinks for a moment, only to create palpitations that mess with your head. You have no idea where they came from or what evoked this feeling in your chest, but while looking anywhere but at Jaemin, your gaze falls on other couples passing by. You were instructed to watch them if you’re having trouble recreating the subtle romantic gestures that indicate dating. Advice from him no doubt, one that you wish you could forget because it’s too late telling your brain to forget what it’s been taught. But the question is, why the sudden turning of stomachs at the sight of them?

While failing to watch your step, you lose your balance and stumble on your own feet, meeting the hard ground hands-first. You feel eyes on you for a short moment; just a mere second any stranger might spare to witness the unfortunate event before moving on with their tour.

That’s it, except for Jaemin, who is there to pull you up in a manner of utmost care, dusting off your clothes, taking you to a more secluded area with benches to rest on and asking you at least three times if you’re alright before you can snap out of your surprised state and let out a murmur of affirmation.

In the whirlwind of emotions rushing through your slightly clouded mind, you put the embarrassment of your fall aside. As Jaemin turns your hand around to inspect it, you realize that no amount of hand-holding numbs your reaction to the touch of his warm hands. 

And no amount of his exaggerated lovey-dovey gestures of affection could prepare you for the look of genuine worry over something so insignificant on his face.

“You fell on your hands, they must be scrapped… let’s get them under cold water, it would wash away the dirt too.” 

“It’s okay I can do it myself.” You back away from Jaemin, running to take care of it.

And that’s when you realize it.

Pretending to be Jaemin’s partner might be the biggest mistake of your life.

Because it’s starting to feel a little too real.

When you exit the bathroom, Jaemin is waiting for you outside, arms crossed with an unreadable expression on his face. The two of you continue your museum date as normal, nothing out of the ordinary happening other than Jaemin just being Jaemin. 

When lunchtime rolls around, Jaemin takes you into the museum café, refusing to let you pay for anything even though he bought the museum tickets as well. Struggle as much as you want, Jaemin was pretty stubborn.

You and Jaemin sit across from each other, nursing cups of hot chocolate. The quiet buzz of conversation around you blends with the faint classical music playing overhead, the calmness contrasting your otherwise chaotic day.

You’re still nursing your wounded pride (and scraped hands) from earlier. Jaemin’s fussing had been embarrassing, sure, but also... oddly touching. It’s been messing with your head ever since.

“You’re being quiet,” Jaemin says, breaking the silence. He stirs his drink and watches you with another unreadable expression. “Not complaining. Unusual for you.”

“Just tired,” you mutter, avoiding his gaze. “This whole thing is exhausting.”

“Yeah?” He leans back, “What part? The fake dating, or me?”

“Both.”

His laugh is soft, almost self-deprecating. “Fair.”

A moment passes, and you realize he’s studying you. Not with his usual playful smirk, but something more serious. It’s unsettling and scary, like he’s peeling back layers you didn’t even know you had.

“You know,” he starts, voice quieter now, “you’ve always hated me.”

Your head snaps up. “What? I don’t—”

“Don’t lie. I noticed.” he cuts in, but there’s no malice in his tone. “It’s fine. I get it. I mean, I’m Na Jaemin, right? The playboy. The guy who’s ‘probably slept with half the school.’” He uses his fingers to air quote the phrase, lips forming a bitter smile. “That’s what people say, isn’t it?”

You feel a pang of guilt. It’s exactly what you’ve always thought, always assumed about him.

He continues, eyes fixed on his drink. “Funny thing is, that wasn’t true at first. I wasn’t like this in high school. Sure, I was flirty, but it was harmless, y’know? Then one day, someone started a rumor about me. Said I hooked up with some senior at a party.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t true, but people believed it. And once the rumors started, they didn’t stop. Girls came up to me and I just... didn’t say no.”

You blink, caught off guard by the honesty in his voice. “Why didn’t you?”

“Why not?” His smile not breaking, “They already thought I was that guy. And honestly? It was easier to play the part than fight it. People liked the idea of me being the ‘fun, no-strings-attached’ guy. I became what they wanted.”

You’re quiet, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. All this time, you’d judged him without really knowing him. And now, sitting across from him, you realize how wrong you’d been.

“I’m sorry,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

“For what?”

“For... hating you, I guess. I just—” You hesitate, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, searching for the right words. “I’ve never liked the whole ‘playboy’ thing. It feels... shallow. And I don’t understand how people can be so casual about it.”

Jaemin’s gaze softens. “That’s because it’s not your thing. And that’s okay.”

Your eyes lit up with shock. You definitely weren’t expecting Jaemin to be this receptive towards your criticisms of him. “I guess I’ve always judged people like you because I don’t... get it. Sex and dating just seem so complicated and messy. I don’t want anything to do with it.”

Jaemin tilts his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “You’re ace, right?”

You nod, surprised he remembered. He must’ve heard it somewhere, you barely told anyone except for your close friends. Others just assumed, which was fine by you.

“That’s... honestly kind of cool,” he says, leaning forward. “I mean it. You don’t have to deal with all this shit. Expectations, drama, people using you for what they want. You just... are. I envy that.”

“You do?” The idea feels absurd. Jaemin, envying you?

“Yeah.” He smiles, but there’s a hint of sadness in it. “I’ve spent so much time being what other people expect. Sometimes I don’t even know who I really am. But you? You’re just you. That’s... rare.”

His words catch you off guard, leaving a strange ache in your chest. You wonder if he’s just been hiding behind a mask this whole time. Who really was the Na Jaemin sitting right in front of you right now? “Well,” you say softly, “I think you’re more than what people say about you.”

He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “Careful, Y/N. That almost sounded like a compliment. You’re supposed to hate me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” you shoot back, but there’s no hostility in your tone.

For the first time, you see him for who he really is. Not Na Jaemin, the playboy, your rival… but just... Jaemin. And maybe, just maybe, you don’t hate him as much as you thought.

When the two of you finished your museum exploration, you found yourselves in the gift shop. The aisles were packed with trinkets, books, and stuffed animals, the kind of things that were charming but utterly unnecessary and overly expensive. You didn’t plan on buying anything, but Jaemin insisted he wanted to pick up something for a friend.

Shivering slightly, you rubbed your arms, trying to warm up in the chill from the air conditioning blowing down from the vent above.

“Cold?” Jaemin asked, his sharp eyes catching your sudden movement.

“Oh, just the A/C,” you replied quickly, waving him off, but you couldn’t stop the flush creeping over your cheeks.

“Do you want my coat?” He was already starting to remove his gray jacket, but you held up a hand.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you said hastily. “It’ll be warmer outside.”

Jaemin paused, then smirked. “Aren’t you glad your friends dragged you to that party?” He asked, standing right beside you now, picking up a penguin from the stuffed animal bin. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Absolutely not,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “Though I’ll admit, this has been... fun. Even if the ‘fake dating’ part threw me for a loop. And yes, he’s super cute. But penguins aren’t my favorite.” 

He raised an eyebrow, eyes burning into you, as he turned the penguin over in his hands. “Who said it was fake?”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d heard right. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t answer, just hummed and walked away, leaving you standing there with your arms crossed, frowning after him. What’s he playing at?

Trying to shake off the odd tension, you wandered to another shelf and found yourself staring at a tower of cell phone plushies. Your eyes landed on a bunny plush, adorable, with floppy ears, sparkling blue eyes, and a pink nose. You reached for it, but so did another hand.

“Oops—sorry,” you stammered, looking up to see Jaemin standing beside you again.

“Oh,” he said, his voice light, but his eyes were unreadable.

“I was just—”

“Which one did you want?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

“The bunny,” you admitted, pointing. “But it’s the last one, and if you wanted it—”

Before you could finish, he grabbed it.

“Actually, I did,” he said, pulling out his wallet and heading to the cashier.

You stood there, stunned and a little annoyed. Seriously? He’s that kind of guy?

As you stared forlornly at the remaining plushies: a raccoon, a squirrel, and a cat that weren’t nearly as cute. You sighed. It’s fine. It’s just a toy. But somehow, it still stung.

“Here.”

You turned to see Jaemin dangling the bunny plush in front of you, a playful grin on his face. “You—I thought you wanted it?” you said as you reached out to take it. The plush felt even softer than it looked.

“I did,” he said with a wink. “But I wanted to buy it for you.”

“I—thank you.” You stumbled over your words, suddenly feeling silly but also oddly happy. A big, goofy grin spread across your face as you hugged the bunny to your chest.

Jaemin chuckled softly. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Shut up,” you fired back, but your cheeks still burned.

You started to turn away, but Jaemin stopped you with a gentle tug on your sleeve. His expression was different now, serious, almost nervous, as he looked at you.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice quieter. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Your stomach flipped. “What is it?”

“This... whole fake dating thing?” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost shy. That was strange in comparison to his usual confidence. “It wasn’t just about my ex, or shutting people up. I—I’ve been watching you for a while. I mean, not in a creepy way,” he added quickly, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “I just... I’ve always been interested in you. You’re smart, funny, and you don’t care about impressing anyone. You’re... different. In a good way.”

Oh you weren’t expecting that. You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “Jaemin, I—”

“I know you have concerns,” he said, cutting you off gently. “About... your sexuality, and what people might think. But I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care what the world expects or what people say. I care about you. And I’m not asking you to change or be anything other than yourself. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. You didn’t know what to say. You’d spent so long assuming Jaemin was just a shallow playboy, someone who could never understand you. But now, looking into his eyes, you realized how wrong you’d been. Jaemin understood you way too well. Enough to the point where he was hitting all the right points of reassurance in your heart.

“I don’t know if I can be what you’re looking for,” you whispered.

He smiled softly. “You already are.”

For a moment, the world around you faded. The noise of the gift shop, the bustle of other shoppers. It was just you and Jaemin, and the quiet, fragile connection that had grown between you.

Maybe this wasn’t fake after all.

You realized just how much he’d been hiding. Jaemin, the playboy everyone admired, the guy who never seemed to take anything seriously, was opening up to you in a way that was raw, even vulnerable.

“Honestly?” you whispered, clutching the bunny plush to your chest. “I never thought someone like you would understand... someone like me.”

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring. “I get that. I probably don’t fit the part, huh? But, Y/N, you’re incredible just as you are. I think it’s amazing that you know what you want and what you don’t want. I wish I’d figured that out sooner.”

You looked down, feeling way too emotional, “So, you really don’t... mind?”

Jaemin shook his head, his smile was gentle. “Not even a little. I’m here because I like you for who you are. You don’t need to be anyone else or change anything about yourself. I’m fully willing to love you. Just like this.”

His words settled over you, as warm and comforting as his coat might have been. The insecurities you’d held about relationships, about your identity, all the ways you feared you might not be enough for someone. Maybe never even find someone at all? They began to melt, replaced by a quiet sense of peace.

“So... if this isn’t fake, does that mean this is... this date is… real?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jaemin smiled, reaching down to take your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours in a way that felt so natural it sent a shiver down your spine. “It’s as real as you want it to be. No pressure, no expectations. Just us, figuring this out together.”

Looking up at him, you felt something you hadn’t quite felt before. This wasn’t about conforming to anyone’s idea of love or romance. It was about connection. And standing there, surrounded by stuffed animals and museum souvenirs, you felt like you’d found something rare.

You squeezed his hand, a small smile breaking across your face. “Alright, Jaemin. Let’s give this a try. Just... don’t go stealing all the last plushies every time we’re out together, okay?”

He laughed, his grin brightening at your words. “Only if you agree to keep that bunny plush with you as a reminder.”

“Of what?”

“Of this moment. And of the fact that someone finds you absolutely perfect, exactly as you are.”

The two of you walked out of the gift shop hand in hand, leaving behind any doubts and stepping into something perfectly real.

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[yxxdel]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑

ft. multi characters

summary: the title said it all hehe

a/n: randomly listened to this song again, and wanted to write a little drabble but huh.. 850 wc. anyways, hope y’all enjoy. also i won't update a lot bc college started again and im dying

song— versace on the floor, bruno mars (my man fr)

He always loved to spoil you, without any reason, whether it was jewelry or clothes.

But the thing he bought you all the time were dresses. Black, white, red— you had an entire collection in your wardrobe.

Seeing you in fancy dresses turned him on mostly every time. So you weren’t surprised when he brought you yesterday a gorgeous Versace dress.

It was a long dark green dress with a slit on the side, and an open back.

You felt beautiful as you checked yourself in the mirror, biting your lips in admiration.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning your body with adoration and lust. He felt his pants tightening just by this sight as he stood up and walked behind you.

You smiled at him through the mirror, feeling him wrapping his arms around you.

“You like it ?”

He muttered, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I love it. Thank you, honey.”

His lips curled into a small smile, his hand grabbing your hips as he made your bodies rock slowly side to side.

“I’m glad you like it, because I think she was made for you.”

He kissed your bare shoulder, his lips trailing gently towards your sensitive spot behind your ear.

You chuckled, his action tickling you as you closed your eyes.

There was faint music in the background, from the speakers. You tended to put on music when you got ready.

His eyes closed as well, adoring the feeling of your warm body against his.

Your bodies kept moving side to side slowly; the moment could be so romantic if he wasn’t dreaming of ripping the dress off you.

He smirked when he recognized the music that was playing, opening his eyes as his hands wandered on your body.

“Do you know the title of that song, love ?”

Your eyes opened with slight confusion as he turned you around, grabbing the straps of the dress, leaning in to kiss your shoulder once again.

“Versace on the floor.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smirking.

“Oh, is it now ?”

You said, and he nodded as he started to kiss your neck, painfully slow.

“What a coincidence, huh ?”

He smiled against you as he slowly pulled down the dress.

You swallowed hard with anticipation, feeling the dress falling to your feet. You didn’t bother to wear a bra, so you were now only in panties in front of him.

His eyes explored your body from head to toes, gulping as he clenched his jaw. If he didn’t hold back, he could just have come by the sight of your bare body.

He grabbed you by the waist gently, pulling you closer to him.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He whispered in a deep voice before pressing his lips against yours.

Surprisingly, the kiss wasn’t rough but gentle and held all the love he felt for you.

His lips moved softly against yours, frowning slightly from the sudden warm sensation rushing through his body as he deepened the kiss when he felt your tongue seeking enter into his mouth.

His tongue slipped in your mouth with a long groan, cupping your face with one hand and grabbing the back of your neck with the other one.

The lewd sounds your mouth made and the little noises you let out made him even more turned on as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up.

Automatically wrapping your legs around his waist, you smiled against him as he brought you to the bed. You bit his lower lip, before he put you on the bed gently.

“Naughty girl.”

He purred, attacking your neck again. Nibbling and sucking your skin, you grabbed his hair as he started to grind himself against your clothed cunt.

“I have a little problem down there, care to help me ?”

He whispered in your ear, and you couldn’t help but whimper as your hands slowly fell to his pants.

You felt how hard he was, and you swallowed hard again. Slipping your hand into his pants, he groaned loudly as you didn’t warn him and touched his cock immediately.

“E-eager, are you ?”

He sounded like he could cum right now , and you smirked, starting to stroke him slowly.

“You’re the needy one, baby.”

You teased, fastening your pace and hearing his quickened breathing. His lips hovered over your body until he arrived in front of your chest, and started to suck on your nipple.

You both moaned at the same time, his tongue teasing you before he stood up suddenly.

He took off his shirt and pulled down his pants quickly. Leaving him naked before his body was above yours again.

“Tell me if it’s too much, ok? I don’t know if I can hold back when you look at me with those eyes.”

He murmured, before kissing you, your head deepening into the mattress from how hard his lips were on you.

Then you felt his tip at your entrance, and you smiled— because you knew how long and thick he was, and yet it was never too much.

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[xo-cori]

Ok but imagine… Cherry chaser college!Abby 🤭

STOP OHMYGOD.

my guilty pleasure is thinking about abby being a total player. like i’m sorry but she fits the bill. and i’d imagine that the first time she sleeps with a virgin, it just awakens something in her

then she’s sleeping with her second, then her third, until she’s purposefully seeking them out without even realizing it!!! now let’s say ur her latest victim 😁

part of the appeal for her is that she gets to be soooo much more gentle compared to how she normally is with partners who are more experienced. she’d start by laying you down on her comfy bed, knee skillfully placed between your thighs for you to subconsciously grind on as she makes out with you, hands somehow everywhere all at once. the goal is to get you as wet as possible before either of you take off a single item of clothing

loves the pretty little sounds you make and 100% teases you for them. talkin bout feels good, huh? i’ve barely even touched you OR getting too excited, honey, you gotta relax. makes you so embarrassed and she loves that shit :((

makes you cum at least three times without any sort of penetration ofc!! has you ride her thigh until you’re slumped against her, then she promptly lowers her hand when you least expect it to thumb at your clit until you fall apart all over again, and THEN immediately flips you over so that you’re laying down again and uses her tongue to make you see literal stars

by then, you’d think it’s gotta be over.

nope!!!!! she asks how you’re feeling, if you wanna keep going. if you say yes (and obviously you do), she presses her forehead to yours and gently strokes your cheek as she eases a finger inside of you, whispering lil praises to you as you grab at her shoulders. whenever you’re ready to keep going, a second finger joins the mix, and abby can feel the resistance while slowly pressing them both into you. you’re whining in pain, a single tear rolling down your temple, but she just wipes it away and reminds you that you’re doing so good for her :(( makes it feel so intimate even tho she’s most likely not gonna keep you around for long 💔

after a couple gentle thrusts, whenever the initial pain goes away and you beg her to go faster, THAT’S when she really goes to town. like fr. no mercy just fucking you until you physically can’t take anymore. the praise starts to turn into teasing– you made it this far, you can take a little more, right, baby? so fucking tight, can barely even move my fingers. still gotta loosen you up a bit.

let’s just say you should NOT expect to remember ur own name by the time she feels like you’ve been properly corrupted mwahahaha

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

He’s not a NRC student but…

Rollo: “What are YOU doing here?” (Assuming that pre Playful Land piece you wrote happened and Rollo just happened to be at NRC for whatever reason.)

[Referencing this fic!]

This interaction is fr the "wow, these people are so weird; thank god I'm the normal one" meme 🤡 Pretend Gidel's off chasing butterflies or something--

So tell me, do you wanna go?

“What are YOU doing here?!”

The words had been taken right out of his mouth. They were spoken simultaneously, two accusatory fingers pointing in the opposite directions. One away from him, one toward…

A young man with a silvery bowl cut, bangs short, dark circles under his even darker eyes shaded by a tricone hat. His robes were elaborate in their stitching, golden thread spinning into flowers that hugged his waist and circles his arms. The aura he radiated was quiet but intense, all the heat and power of a devastating wildfire contained in a single human being.

“I remember you!” Fellow cried, brusque with his declaration. “You’re that shitty brat with the awful personality! The one that brushed us off at the docks and threatened to set me on fire!"

"And you are the incredibly shifty, invasive conman who sought to lure innocent children into the claws of magic." Rollo grimaced, pressing a handkerchief to his nose. "... It seems you've dropped the polite pretenses since our last encounter."

"Yeah, well, no point in puttin' on those airs anymore. I left my last job, so I'm not obligated to kiss ass."

"How... good for you."

Rollo’s reply, while curt, was phrased politely enough—but the pause stuck out. His eyes burned with disdain, as though he were regarding something offensive. A piece of trash, maybe. No, dirt. Perhaps something even lower than dirt.

Rollo averted his gaze, as if to end the conversation then and there. The dismissive motion grinded Fellow’s gears, sandpaper rubbing on his skin.

What, am I not worth his time to talk to? Who does he think he is?!

Fellow clenched his jaw and forced a smile. “So, my good man! What have you been up to since we last met, hmm?”

“… Official business.” Rollo glanced at the documents tucked under one of his arms. “As Student Council President of Noble Bell College, it falls to me to act as our representative and to engage with other magic schools.”

Fellow blew out air through his teeth. “You’re a real hotshot, huh?”

One of the lucky ones, polished and put on a pedestal. Envy tugged at Fellow’s heartstrings. What he would give to be a part of that glittering world, not a worry to his name.

“One could say that, yes.” Rollo seemed to be frowning with his entire body. His expression, his posture. “Hmph. It is a burden I did not ask for. How troublesome.”

Fellow straightened—irked. “What are you talking about? You have any idea how many people would kill to be where you are? Be a little more grateful, wouldja?”

“Excuse me?” Rollo’s brows twitched. “Who are you to judge others and determine how they ought to behave?”

“You don’t have to be a somebody with a fancy title to know when there’s a bad seed around.”

“You do not know me,” Rollo said icily. “Do not presume that you do.”

You could never understand what I’ve been through!!

He looked the beastman up and down, noting the patchwork in his attire, the holes in his façade. “… Pray forgive that I do not place much stock in your word. You do not present as a scholar, nor an upstanding adult of any sort.”

The comment cut deep, striking at his core. Fellow lashed out in defense.

“S-So what?! I don’t need a hoity toity kid like you labelling me. You’re bound to school and its rules. Me? I’m free to go wherever I like, whenever I please.”

Rollo sniffed, unimpressed. “So you claim—yet you linger at the feet of this institution of those who worship sin. It’s perfectly clear what your motive is, Mr. Honest. Like an parasite drawn to rotting fruit, you seek to be in the vicinity of that power, hoping to leech some of it for yourself. You too are one of the mindless sheep clamoring for a crumb of magic, not recognizing that pursuit will inevitably lead to your demise.”

Fellow blinked. His anger wavered, mixing with confusion. “Wh-What the hell, kid! You always gotta talk like a doomer?! Unclench your face for a second and take a breather, sheesh! I’m getting depressed just standing here listening to you mouth off.”

Rollo scoffed. “If you ask me, you do not take life seriously enough.”

“Life’s meant to be fun. Not all work, no play. You’ll become a dull and jaded grown-up if you keep going down this path.”

“I would rather be that than a fool who holds fast to his childish delusions.”

"Psssh. Least I'm not a hardass. All the privilege in the world and you still gotta act all sour."

Rollo stared at him, his gaze cold and steely. Fellow returned it. The same thought filled both of their heads.

He isn't satisfied with what he has now. He wants something more for himself than this. He's...

Deplorable, Rollo thought.

A greedy bastard, Fellow thought.

And when, at last, the staring became too much for either to bare, Rollo coughed into a fist. "If you will excuse me. I mustn't dawdle. These documents have to be delivered to Headmaster Crowley in a timely manner."

He paused deliberately.

"... I will pray for you," Rollo murmured as he walked off, his steps brisk and snappy.

Fellow gawked after him, appalled.

"Yeah, good riddance!" he hollered. "Hope the door hits ya on the way out!!"

[sparklingcid3r]

ik we get ponyboys perspective of wut happened to darry after his parents died (most literally the book) but wut do u think was sodas perspective of watching darry before their parents died as the most popular guy in school/going to college then essentially have to become and be stuck as the one thing darry most obviously did not want to be (stuck in tulsa/ not gt college)

darrys life is underrated tragedy fr

Before I get into this complete devastation I want to direct you to this post! Not exactly the same, but it made me want to walk into traffic 🥰

So anyway, this was super interesting to consider. I imagine Soda definitely looking up to Darry as the stud, the golden child, literally just the coolest guy ever. He had Soc friends, he had greaser friends, and could square up with pretty much anyone who was dumb enough to want the equivalent of a baseball bat to the jaw.

And on top of that, Darry was on a one-track train out of Tulsa, heading out to college soon. In Soda’s eyes, Darry had everything and he was real damn happy with it.

So when all of their lives just crashed around them, Soda obviously had his own problems to deal with before he took notice of anyone else’s. But when his own dust settled and he could see a little more clearly, the change in Darry was definitely obvious. For the first month or so, Darry was just kind of numb. He went through all the necessary proceedings stoically, robotically, never let Soda in on anything regarding child services or the state or boys homes. Sometimes, when they were sitting at the table trying to eat Darry’s best efforts at recipes from their mom’s cookbook, and Pony was too stuck in his own grief moving his food around the plate with his fork, Soda watched Darry get a blank look in his eyes, like he’s staring at something that doesn’t exist, completely detached from reality.

(Soda’s always known that Pony and Darry are more similar than either of them think. Just not in the good ways.)

And for a little, it happened often. Darry comes home from work and sits down in their dad’s recliner, and Soda’s watching the television but in his peripheral he can see Darry drift off to someplace else, and all he can hope is that it’s someplace better.

Soda noticed all the little things. He didn’t smile to himself, didn’t laugh, didn’t tell Pony or Soda to put out their cigs around him, because it didn’t much anymore if he breathed the smoke in. He didn’t talk about his day more than a dismissive wave and that it was fine, he didn’t go out in the evenings.

Darry was against it the entire time, but Soda dropping out of high school seemed to be the thing that officially made him grown in Darry’s eyes. Darry finally pulled him aside when Pony was asleep and together they went through their grocery list, Darry teaching him how to shop cheap, but he always kept things like the bills far away from Soda’s eyes. Soda offered Darry money from the DX, Darry took it, and their lights stayed on and water kept running, but Soda doesn’t know what’s really going on with the numbers. Only Darry does.

Soda knows he’s always been protected by Darry. Since they were little, and even months ago, if Soda ever had any issues with anyone, Darry had his back. Soda didn’t think he was naive about much of anything, but he realizes pretty quickly that Darry will never let anyone have his back the way he does everyone else. Sure, Darry can lean on him, but he’ll be right back to the grind the second he can.

Seeing Darry go from wearing his college sweatshirt into town to his battered work clothes and tool belt placed a guilt in Soda’s heart that he couldn’t ever shake. The worst part was that he never complained about it, not to them. Soda’s beyond grateful to Darry, he’ll never make up for it for as long as he lives. But at the same time he just wants his brother back, and he knows it’ll never happen.

The more I write about Soda the more I love him, ty for helping give my guy some justice🙏 (i hope this is kind of what u wanted to hear abt, sorry if i just yapped in ur ear abt nothing lmfao)

[hymnoeides]

i hope you're doing okay, ant. hang in there, we love you

Aaa thank you,, right back at everyone out there😭 poc, afab, and lgbtq, I’m fr hitting every single box here hahaha…. but it’s ok! It’s still might be ok. I know it’s scary as hell rn, but there’s still some small chance everything doesn’t fuck up entirely (electoral college isn’t finalized yet!!) and I am clinging onto that🙏 Been coping my throwing myself into tma and hadesgame grind, but I will be back!! I miss drawing (it’s only been like. 2 days but still)… hopefully I have time to crunch down on reqs today to destress today >:3

[httpino]

hiii everyone! this is my opinion on what college majors each of the konoha 11 + sasuke n the sand siblings have :D + my general college headcanons about them. enjoy!!

p.s. this is a non massacre au so everyone is alive and well

Naruto characters in College

Naruto Uzumaki: Political Science

- he’s obvi into the whole politics thing so it seemed obvious to him to go into polisci

- unfortunate frat brother

- he’s not like the annoying weird ones but he does indulge in a bit of excessive drinking

- even when he’s hokage (think of it as like the president of everything i don’t fucking know) he’ll still do the stupid ass frat greeting if he sees a fellow brother

- barely passing but once he starts studying seriously with sakura, he’s on his grind fr

- he was never stupid, he just has adhd and no idea how to ask for help

- graduates at a decent place n continues on the higher education track (to everyone’s surprise)

Sasuke Uchiha: Business with a concentration in Finance

- he plans on taking over the family business from his older brother since he’s sick and needs to focus on his health

- does not engage in frat business no matter how much naruto begs

- he’s above it all

- he’s less fucked in the head (because his whole family was not senselessly murdered!) so he does like partying n is less antisocial

- non massacre au sasuke is a WHORE idgaf

- will entertain whoever he needs to to get laid

- this is before he starts dating sakura and then he’s like a nun, he does not look in people’s direction at all

- model student, graduates with a ridiculously high gpa

Sakura Haruno: Biology + Chemistry Double Major (pre-med)

- did anyone say overachiever

- she was told she just needed to pick a science if she wanted to do the pre-med track but she said fuck it and chose two

- bordering deranged, the constant homework is getting to her

- very efficient at studying so she’s able to have some semblance of a school-life balance but barely

- she’s spent more nights in the library crying over her homework than she cares to admit

- finds it all easier when she’s with her friends so she, naruto, ino, sasuke, shikamaru, neji, and hinata have a little study circle every night

- model student, legit is the student that her professors tell their students about years after she graduates

- goes on to med school (we love you dr.haruno)

Sai: Art

- obviously

- he’s having a good time here

- once he gets to the point where he’s having to do other art (sculpting for example) he’s losing it a bit

- he’s just a little guy who wants to draw pretty little pictures :(

- the mf who says “ugh i have a drawing due at 11:59” and then promptly gets jumped for having the audacity to complain around sakura

- doesn’t really party, if he does get dragged out, he spends the whole time drawing the scene in front of him

- he has so many drawings of drunk naruto doing stupid shit, he’s compiled it in a little booklet n adds to it

- by the end of college, he has a thick ass book of these drawings (naruto, ino, sakura, and lee being most of the drawings)

- graduates with flying colors (see what i did there) to become ino’s house husband who supports her through med school

Shikamaru Nara: International Relations

- bro did not want to go to college

- literally dragged himself through high school, why would he want to do it all over again but it’s harder???

- anyway he settles on international relations n breezes through it

- his friends wanna strangle him every time he complains about his schoolwork

- sakura’s eye is twitching, tenten is planning his untimely demise, ino is calling him a lazy idiot

- in his defense, he doesn’t really know what’s going on at any given moment

- he does his work on time but that’s only after he has to teach himself everything cause he skips class religiously

- high off his ass the entire four years

- is known around campus, not for his smarts, but because he’s been found sleeping in the oddest places

- there’s an instagram page for sightings of his naps in odd places (that was definitely not started by ino)

- graduates with decent grades and gets a job in the hokage’s office with the power of nepotism and his brain

Choji Akimichi: Culinary Arts

- he’s having a grand time really

- he’s a phenomenal cook and he already knows all the cooking techniques since his dad owns the highest rated restaurant in the country

- literally has never complained about anything a day in his life

- his to go meals are the only thing keeping his friends alive, they all have the diet of a college student which is water, tears, and a side of ramen

- always has excess food left from class so he goes around campus delivering it to the different food banks

- random people know about choji akimichi’s legendary hangover meal

- graduates with flying colors and goes on to take over his father’s restaurant and open one of his own!

Ino Yamanaka: Psychology (pre-med)

- annoying psych major who psychoanalyzes her friends

- drunk off her ass and she’s asking kiba if his attachment to his dogs comes from trying to make up for his terrible relationship with his mother

- is literally always out, no one has no idea how considering all the other psych students are fighting for their lives

- when she meets sai, she’s excited as fuck, she loves a fine ass man with a brain she can pick apart

- a little crazy

- graduates top of her major but it’s a mystery how she did such a thing 

Kiba Inuzuka: Vet science

- picked this because his dog got sick once n he was like bro what the fuck i need to never let this happen again

- actually a really good student contrary to popular belief! (hinata asked him to study with her one time n then it became a routine)

- who said FRAT BOY KIBA!!! (it’s me, i said frat boy kiba)

- chronic day drinker (bro needs to attend a.a meetings)

- gets an internship in the local vet office and he has deep beef with all the cats there

- he thinks they’re evil but the cats just smell dog on him n they do not fuck with it

- graduates at a decent place n goes to vet school (idk how that works, just pretend i do)

Shino Aburame: Entomology

- DUH!!

- bro might as well be a professor, he’s so good with the whole thing

- which is why he becomes a TA by the end of his first year (unheard of btw)

- out of everyone, he’s having the easiest time

- literally goes to class, does his little science classes, studies his little bugs, then comes home to his apartment n thinks about bugs

- he’s attended every seminar about environment so he can pipe up n say that preserving the bugs in each ecosystem could help

- graduates n goes on to get an offer to teach entomology at konoha university

Hinata Hyuga: Communication

- she has no idea what she wants to do

- this was mainly a placeholder till she figured something out

- the required public speaking course nearly took something out of her

- but after all her friends gathered to listen to her speech n cheer her on, she felt so much confidence that she got an amazing grade

- this led to her sticking with comm!

- she picks a focus on media so she ends up working at the tv station (behind the scenes, she’s not a in front of the camera type of girl)

- does great n has study circles with her friends :D

- doesn’t party, doesn’t drink, doesn’t do much of anything but she’ll go out to make sure kiba doesn’t get into a bar fight or something

Neji Hyuga: Physics

- not so sure about this one but idkkk something in my heart says he’s a physics major

- he’s not sure what he wants to do with it but it makes him sound smart when his dad brags to the other parents

- extremely paranoid about missing assignments so he does everything the moment he gets it

- has never been relaxed ever

- time management king

- he got pulled into a study circle and though he’ll NEVER admit it, it’s helped him a lot

- graduates in three years instead of four and goes on to grad school (he’s trying to avoid finding a job)

Rock Lee: Sports science

- DUH!!

- he wants to help injured athletes so why not study how a healthy body is supposed to work while exercising?

- he gets an internship with guy, who’s the athletic trainer of konoha university n he’s everyone’s favorite

- had learned not to complain about his workload around tenten (she broke down and started bawling over her homework and he freaked out)

- graduates with a good gpa and then gets a job with the athletic trainers office

Tenten: Business with a concentration in Entrepreneurship + Engineering Double Major

- this determined ass mf

- she’s been dreaming of creating a weapon that will allow for easy usage while also being tailored to the needs of the user

- so she decides on the business major part to create a business out of it and engineering so she can figure out how to do it herself

- she’s fighting for her life the entire four years of college

- turns down so many parties and invites because her homework is literally a stack the size of her

Kankuro: Political Science + Art History Double Major

- he wanted badly to do art history alone

- but he decides that maybe he does want to be employed in the future

- so he picks up political science as a side thing

- he cheats off gaara so he doesn’t have to focus too much on the polisci portion of his degree

- exchange student (obvi) n he’s indulging in konoha culture

- which is just getting black out drunk on a wednesday evening!

- finishes out college as a decent student, not exceptional but also he’s not terrible

Gaara: Political Science

- literally decides he’s gonna become the kazekage and picks up polisci immediately

- like his siblings he’s an exchange student

- literally doesn’t do any “stereotypical” college things

- doesn’t drink a drop of alcohol, doesn’t dabble in drugs, his most wild weekend is him indulging in TWO red bulls instead of one

- which is why no one is surprised when he graduates top of his class n immediately gets a job in the kazekage’s office where he works his way up

Temari: Meteorology

- just walk with me here

- exchange student from suna

- always found interest in weather patterns considering she lived in a place with such predictable patterns

- like day after day it was all sun, no rain until one random day, there was an absolute downpour before everything went back to normal

- she absolutely went WILDDDD she needed to know what had happened to cause such a thing

- she has no interest in smiling in front of the camera n giving the forecast, she wants to just study what the fuck goes on with the weather

- has a decent workload but she really doesn’t mind it, it gives her an excuse to avoid ino’s constant invites to go out

- one time, she went out n got hammered n slept with shikamaru n then she literally never did that again

- it worked cause she started dating him soon after but still… you can never be too safe

- graduates with a perfect gpa n goes on to become the best meteorologist in the world

[woozinhos]

Hi!! Omg i really like your works and youe cute pics arrangement for every fic 😭🤘

If you dont mind and if its possible i'd like to make a request of Dokyeom in arranged marriage where he is inexperience innocent sub with experience dom wifey where she taught him everything and at the end she showed him how does it feels to getting a ride 🔥 Thanks! Please stay healthy!

Hii oh my god stop thank you so much I’m going back to college tomorrow gonna suck fr 🤧but writing some fics tonight is making me feel better hope you enjoy!!

Dokyeom and you had been married for a few months in an arranged marriage. He was sweet and innocent, but completely inexperienced when it came to intimacy. You, on the other hand, were a complete opposite - experienced, dominant, and knew exactly what you wanted.

At first, Dokyeom was shy and hesitant around you, unsure of how to please you. But as you began to guide him and teach him, he started to come out of his shell. You started slow, teaching him the basics of pleasuring you with his hands and mouth. He was a fast learner, eager to please and always asking for feedback.

As he became more confident, you began to introduce him to more advanced techniques. You taught him how to use his tongue and fingers to bring you to the edge, and how to make you scream with pleasure. And finally, you decided it was time to show him what it felt like to get a ride. You straddled him, taking control and guiding him into you.

Dokyeom looked up at you with wide eyes, his chest heaving with anticipation. He gripped your hips tightly as you began to move, setting a slow and steady pace. He moaned softly as you rode him, his body trembling beneath you. It was clear that he was overwhelmed by the sensations, his mind reeling from the feeling of being inside you while also being at your mercy. You leaned down to whisper in his ear, your voice low and sultry.

"You feel so good inside me, baby," you purred, grinding your hips against his. "You're mine, and only mine."

Dokyeom's grip on your hips tightened as he let out a strangled moan. He was struggling to hold back, his body begging for release.

"Please," he gasped, his eyes pleading with you. "Please let me cum."

You smirked, your eyes dark with desire.

"Not yet, baby," you said, slowing your movements to a torturous pace. "You have to be patient for me."

Dokyeom whined in protest, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he sought more friction.

"Please," he begged again, his voice hoarse. "I can't take it anymore. I need to cum so badly."

You chuckled at his desperation, enjoying the way he was falling apart beneath you.

"Oh, we're just getting started," you said, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep kiss. "I'm going to make you wait, baby. I'm going to make you beg and plead until you can't take it anymore."

You continued to ride him slowly, deliberately denying him the release he so desperately craved. Dokyeom's body was shaking with need, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He was moaning and gasping with every move you made, his eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

"Please, please, please," he chanted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to cum, please let me cum."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at how easily you could reduce him to a begging mess. You picked up the pace slightly, grinding your hips against his in a way that made him gasp and arch his back.

"Not yet, sweetheart," you purred, your own body starting to tingle with pleasure. "Just a little longer."

Dokyeom was practically incoherent now, his words reduced to incoherent pleas and moans. He was on the verge of tears, his body tense and trembling as he fought to hold back his release.

"Please, I'm so close," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "I can't hold on any longer."

You felt a rush of sympathy for him, seeing the desperation in his eyes. You leaned down to whisper in his ear again, your voice gentle but firm.

"Alright, baby," you said softly. "You can cum. But only after I do."

You quickened your pace, riding him hard and fast as you chased your own release. Dokyeom's eyes rolled back as he felt you tighten around him, his grip on your hips almost painful now.

"Oh god, please," he moaned, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

You reached your peak, your body convulsing around him as you cried out in pleasure. As soon as you did, Dokyeom let out a loud, broken moan and came hard, his body arching up off the bed as he emptied himself inside you.

He collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. You slumped down on top of him, both of you spent and sated. Dokyeom wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he struggled to catch his breath.

"That was... incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible."

You smiled and snuggled into his chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

"Me too," you murmured, tracing patterns on his skin with your fingers. "I'm glad we got arranged too. I never thought I'd be so happy with someone so inexperienced."

Dokyeom chuckled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"I'm glad I could please you, even though I was a bit of a mess at first," he admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're so confident and sure of yourself, it was intimidating."

You looked up at him, a teasing glint in your eye.

"Don't worry, baby," you said with a smirk. "I'll make sure to continue to guide you and teach you everything you need to know. You're going to be an expert in no time."

[tzuyubit]

#03

an: me if writing and publishing smut written at 3am thats kinda proofread was illegal

but fr i literally dfk if this is bad cause im lowk half asleep so if its ass… so sorry. but i hope i did okay?? and that it makes sense?? i feel like im better at writing oral rather than fingering LMFAO

warnings: 18+, top!tzuyu, fingering, grammar mistakes probably sorry

non idol college au btw

staring at you from the comfort of your bed, it wasn’t difficult for tzuyu to tell that you were struggling with your studies. quiet sighs left your mouth every few minutes or so, and the frown painted on your face only made her want to help you more – though how could she? she knew nothing about biochemistry, but you were just so stressed, she needed to find a way to ease your mind.

the eraser from your pencil repeatedly tapped the bottom of your lip and you seemed to have no control over the up and down movement of your leg.

flipping the paper over, you adjusted your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

cute, tzuyu thought to herself before throwing her legs over the edge of the bed. she pushed off with her hands and made her way over to you.

she stood tall above you, but that was nothing new. her arms wrapped their way around your neck while her lips met the side of your cheek.

you closed your eyes, immediately relaxing into her touch. another kiss was placed, this time on your neck. then another, and another and another.

tzuyu was pleased with her effect on you.

“come on baby, you need to take a break.” she pushed, spinning you around so you were met with her face.

the first thing you notice is her lips, wet from the lick of her tongue and smeared lightly of blush colored lipstick. her eyes, however, were tinged with something you couldn’t quite place.

tzuyu cupped your chin gently, catching your attention once more. “break.”

you hummed with uncertainty. “my exams are a few days away.”

“you’ll do well, you always do baby.”

“but i still have so many units to go over, so many definitions to memorize, so much material i need to know like the back of my hand within the next three days.” you rushed out.

your girlfriend rolled her eyes, “you always forget to take care of yourself when you study this hard.”

“probably because its not that important.” you mumbled, though you regretted the words as soon as you finished speaking.

tzuyu was quick to react, dragging you to your own bed by a harsh tug of your wrist. she was the least bit pleased with your statement.

“fine. let me take care of you then since you won’t do it yourself.” she grumbled, pushing you flat on your back.

your shirt was quickly thrown on the floor and your pants were roughly tugged down your legs. you were left bare while tzuyu remained covered in silk panties and a see-through lace bra. it was unfair in your opinion, but you were still happy to be able to feel her skin against yours.

her tanned legs straddled the sides of your waist, hips grinding against the base of your abdomen. she bit her lip, leaning down to place her hands on your chest, giving your boobs a gentle squeeze.

“pretty girl.” tzuyu whispered, continuing her massage, occasionally tugging at your nipples.

and despite the damp spot forming between her legs, she halted her movements to smother you in kisses.

tzuyu was sweet like that.

she smiled down at you and took your hand, trapping it within the silk fabric she wore.

“you’ve made me a mess.” you wanted to feel her completely, but tzuyu had your arm angled just right so you couldn’t curl your fingers inside of her.

“tzuyu…”

she shook her head, “have you already forgotten what i said? i know you want to help me, but i’m the one taking care of you.”

climbing off of you, her body rest to your right side. there was a smirk on her lips. you felt small the way tzuyu was staring at you.

“spread,” she demanded. “wider. there you go, so wet already.”

tzuyu slowly began circling your clit and you whined already wanting more.

she quickened her movements upon hearing the sound of your breathing pick up, only to slow down when she could see you attempting to buck your hips.

“don’t tease tzuyu… please.” your voice cracked.

why should she listen to you?

“just getting your body relaxed.” she shrugged, speeding up the circular motion of her fingers.

your body reacted like a magnet — eyes screwing shut, fists grasping at sheets, hips attempting to lift themselves up.

she repeated this process a total of three times. both of you knew she could’ve gone much longer, but tzuyu wasn’t mean, not now anyway.

when you started to crumble, she knew it was only fair for her to comply with her original statement.

“i’ll take care of you now, don’t worry baby.” she cooed.

slender fingers began teasing your hole and you almost cried out in frustration thinking tzuyu lied. she only proved you wrong when she began pumping them in and out of your pussy.

you could no longer be quiet for her. the repeated force of her curled fingers and the kissing and sucking on your neck was finally enough to bring you where you needed to be.

your legs clamped shut around her hand, but that didn’t stop tzuyu from continuing to finger you. however , this time she let you rock against her hand, this time she let you hold on to her, fingernails tearing at her skin, this time she let you cum.

“fuck, tzuyu!” your body trembled vehemently.

she slowed the pace of her fingers helping you ride out your orgasm.

when you finally met her eyes there was nothing but admiration found. this wasn’t unusual though, you often caught tzuyu staring at you with different forms of love in her eyes. she’d never admit that to anyone else though.

you snuggled into her side, eventually succumbing to a much needed nap, one that tzuyu would be happy with.

[ilyxxnsm]

True Love 02

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

warning: domestic violence, toxicity. don't judge. smut. reader's body type briefly mentioned. reader's ethnicity's not mentioned, but she's light skinned to white. mental health mentioned (medication, depression, anxiety, ADHD, etc). implied self harm (skin pinching, nail biting, scratching, hair pulling). of course physical abuse (hair pulling, slapping, pinching, punching, he breaks bones be fr, hickeys and bite marks??). drug dealer yoongi. everything against reader. reader's 17, yoongi's 23. this is fucked up, like really fucked up.

| flying around the room with that blunt you lit up, dreaming about getting high, that everything's good and I throw away the blister packs...

You check the hour in your phone as you walk inside his studio, 1 am. The place is small, black walls, red neon lights behind the speakers and equipment, cigarette smoke filling your lungs as you breath in. He's sitting on his ergonomic desk chair, headphones on as he moves his head to a beat only he can hear. "Yoongi?" You say, hoping he hears your voice over the music, walking closer.

It's been a week since you came back together and things have been going great, great inside the parameters of your normality. He's not ignoring you, he's been buying stuff for you and the worst thing he's done was slam you against the wall when he was drink, but that was ok cause he wasn't thinking straight, you already forgave him.

His eyes meet yours as he recognizes your scent and the sound of your voice. He removes his headphones completely now, placing them gently on the desk. He turns towards you, groaning at the sight of your body, he never gets tired of watching, as if it was the first time. "Hey" He says, patting his lap as he admires your outfit. You're wearing comfy shorts and one of his oversized shirts, and as you take off your jacket, he notices you're not wearing a bra, your nipples visible through the shirt. Fuck, he's already getting hard. You chuckle and walk towards him, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. "How was school?" He asks, feeling your thigh rubbing against his hardness.

"Boring" You roll your eyes and sigh, you can't stand your classmates, but you have no other option than to go, he said he's gonna pay for your education until you turn 18, you (he) decided you're not going to college. He smiles at your answer. "I've missed you" he whispers, kissing your neck gently, making sure to leave hickeys on your skin. He squeezes your ass over your shorts, his other hand rubbing against the hem of your shirt. "Can't stop thinking about last night" He whispers, and your mind trails back to what happened hours earlier. He fucked you so good you ended up crying in overstimulation and trembling, you could barely walk this morning, you can't deny it, you've been thinking about it too, you had to finger yourself in the school bathroom cause you were so wet the whole morning, you're ovulating, so.

"Were you thinking about it too?" He can already feel your pussy getting wet, he moves his hand up, touching your lips through the fabric of your shorts. "Fuck, you're so wet" He whispers in your ear, biting it gently. You whimper at his words, grinding against his hand, your hands grabbing the hem od his shirt for leverage. "Fuck me" You whisper, and you don't have to ask twice, he picks you up and stands up, carrying you towards the leather couch in his studio and sitting down on it with you straddling him. You take off your shirt, exposing your round tits and perky nipples to his sight, you take off his hat and run your hands through his hair as he licks his lips before attacking your tits.

He sucks on your nipples, one at a time, biting them gently and making you moan louder with each pass. His hands move towards your ass, grabbing and squeezing it before pulling down your shorts and underwear. He cups your pussy with his hand, feeling you moan into his mouth as tears fall down your cheeks. He smiles smugly, sliding two fingers inside you and rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you squirm in his grasp, you're so wet it drives him crazy. "Oppa..." You whine, your hands gripping his hair tightly as he sucks your neck hungrily.

"Mhm..." He hums against your neck, sucking on the hick before biting it gently, the taste of your skin making him crave you more. He takes his fingers out of you and smirks, seeing how drenched you are. He licks your juices of his fingers and reaches down to unbutton his jeans, he takes his cock out of his boxers and it springs up hard and swollen. Your eyes light up with excitement, and you immediately lift your hips as he rubs the tip against your entrance teasingly. You lower yourself down, feeling his cock filling you up so good, your walls clenching around his shaft.

"Fuck..." He grunts, burying his face into your neck and breathing you in while he fucks your tight pussy. His hands hold onto your hips, guiding you up and down on his length as you ride him hard and fast. You whimper, running your hands through his hair and pulling the hem of his shirt to take it off of him. He slides out of his shirt, revealing his pale strong chest, your nipples rubbing against his. Your nails dig into his back as he guides your hips back and forth, it feels so good you want to cry. "Oppa..." You whine, holding on to his shoulders as you ride him eagerly, he grunts and squeezes your tender asscheeks, your skin turning red front the harsh grip.

"Fuck... so good baby, so fucking good..." He grunts through clenched teeth, thrusting upwards to meet your movements as he fucks you. His cock feels amazing inside of you, filling you up entirely as he pounds your tight pussy relentlessly. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing circles around it, making you whimper and squirm. "Ah!" You whine, your walls tightening around his cock as you near your orgasm, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looks over your shoulder to admire the way your ass bounces up and down as you ride him. He squeezes it roughly, closing his eyes as he feels his balls tightening, he lets out a loud groan as he releases inside you, his cum filling you up so good.

"Fuck..." He grunts, pulling you down for a deep kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling his cock twitching inside of you as he catches his breath."You're so fucking sexy." He takes your hips in his hands, guiding you back and forth, in a slow and sensual pace as you ride out your orgasm. You take a sigh of relief, your stomach tightening after such an intense orgasm, you always have something like period cramps after your orgasms since they're always so intense. You whimper, feeling your uterus clenching and throbbing, but his gentle thrusts make it better, his cock softening inside you. You look into his eyes and run a hand through his hair, you love to see him so smug after making you cum.

Yoongi chuckles, running his hands up and down your sides and over your breasts, he watches them bounce softly with his cock still buried inside you as he slowly thrusts upwards to meet you. "You okay? Those aftershocks?" He asks and you nod, feeling the cramps slowly disappearing, but still a sense of discomfort in your lower belly. He kisses your cheek, sucking on the soft skin there as he lets out a slow sigh, he pulls out of you, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest, his now soft cock resting against the crack of your ass."You're so beautiful" He whispers, pressing a hungry kiss against your cheek, his hands rubbing your asscheeks up and down.

"You're just saying that" You whisper shyly, turning away from him so he doesn't sees your reddened cheeks, you always feel like a dumb teenager when you're with him, maybe cause you are. Yoongi hums, his hands still massaging your ass as he nuzzles your neck with his nose, you smell like sweat and that sweet cocoa butter lotion you use. "You're the most beautiful thing in this world" He whispers I'm your ear, giving you a smooch and squeezing your right asscheek. You giggle, his hands feels so good and warm on your skin.

Yoongi laughs softly, pulling you back against his front, he slips one had under your right breast, holding it softly in his palm, while the other dips between your thighs, rubbing and tapping at your painfully swollen clit lightly and with no hurry. You shiver at the overstimulation, you're still sensitive and swollen after your orgasm, so you push his hand away and close your legs tightly, your inner walls are swollen, your clit is swollen and your vulva bruised after the intense pounding, just like every other time he fucks you, you know you won't be able to walk properly later. "Too much" You whimper, resting your head against his chest, you have to take a break before another round cause your pussy's suffering right now.

"Alright" He sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck and snuggling there for a bit, giving you some time to recover from his min attentions, he's always an animal in bed. Yoongi kisses down your neck, letting out a small growl as he tastes the mixture sweat and cocoa butter on your skin, his right hand is still messaging and rubbing your breasts while his left hand slowly and massages and rubs your thighs trying to ease your tensed muscles, he knows he's too rough with you sometimes, but he also knows you can handle it. You like it rough, too, you wouldn't have it any other way, even if you regret it when you suffer the consequences, like right now with the cramped legs and belly.

Yoongi groans and bites down on your neck, he loves how you feel pressed up against him and is trying to hold back from ravaging you yet again. He chuckles at himself, kissing the small, bruising hickey he gave you right under your chin. "You know I can't help it, you're so fucking irresistible when I get you moaning like that." You take a deep breath at his words, his presence is soothing, and his touch, even more. You stay minutes like that, naked in his embrace, in silence, just enjoying him. "You're too quiet," he whispers, kissing your neck again. He can feel you tensing up under him as he rubs your inner thighs, sliding his left hand back between them. This time he doesn't try to touch you intimately.

"Just thinking" You say coyly, looking away to evade his burning, yet gentle, gaze. Yoongi chuckles softly at your sudden shyness, he loves seeing the effect he has on you. He lifts his face from your neck, his breath tickling your nose as he looks down at you, his eyes unreadable in the darkness. "Wanna go home?" He asks in a deep whisper, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You nod, you're still tired and sensitive from the first round, but maybe you'll be wet and ready again for when you get home. He smiles as he lifts you from his lap carefully and leans down to pull up his jeans and zip them up, he grabs your clothes scattered around the studio and throws them at you.

"C'mon" He says, grabbing your hand to help you stand from the couch once you're dressed up. You both walk to the door in silence, Yoongi holding your hand tightly as he locks the door with the password and leads you out into the dark hallways of their practice and studio area. It's 2 a.m so the building is empty now, maybe one or two producers working overtime like him, and the security guard, who greets you both as you walk out of the building. He lead you to his car, a black 2016 Hyundai Palisade, you chose the car and Yoongi put your name on the paperwork so it's yours, but he's the one who uses it and drives you around since you don't have a license yet. You get in the passengers seat next to Yoongi, and he starts the engine, the cold air of the AC filling the car inmediatly.

Yoongi puts the gear in D, a slow smile forming on his face as he watches you curiously, you had this effect on him, making him want you over and over again. "You're too sensitive tonight" He says, as he maneuvers the car expertly through the silent streets of Susong-Gu. You look out the window and smile, letting your head rest against it as the lights from outside illuminate your face, making you glow in the dark. "I'm ovulating" You say, tracing invisible lines on the window glass with your fingertips, you still feel a faint ache in your belly after the intense orgasm aftershocks, but they're bearable so you don't complain. This man really knows how to make you suffer, in the good way.

At your words, a smirk plays on Yoongi's lips, his grip around the steering wheel tightening slightly as he imagines himself taking advantage of your heightened sensitivity. "Ovulating, huh? I guess that's what's making you so horny, doll" He says with a growl and you chuckle. These days you've been needing him more than usual, like you're horny all the time, but you love it, cause he has a high sex drive and you know he's not gonna deny you no matter where you are. He gently grabs your hand, placing it over the hard bulge in his pants, growling slightly as he speeds up a little more, the engine echoing his urgency, you can feel his rock hard shaft and swollen head through his jeans and let out a soft whimper. "Stop the car" You say as he's driving through the highway, your apartment is still a few minutes away and you can't wait anymore, your pussy aches for him.

Without hesitation, Yoongi pulls the car over and parks it on the side of the road, he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt, unzipping his jeans, pushing them down a little bit to free his throbbing cock, as he turns to look at you. You tie your hair in a messy ponytail as you lean down to suck on the tip, feeling the delicious taste of his precum dripping in small beads. You stroke his shaft with your hand up and down, your head bobbing up and down as you blow him expertly, his hand grabbing your hair and helping you set a pace, not so fast, not to slow, but deep and powerful. You whimper in delight as his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little but you keep sucking and stroking.

He continues to thrust his cock deep in your throat, watching you as your eyes water and your lips stretch around his shaft. You can feel how wet you are, the anticipation and excitement has made you soaked and desperate for release. Feeling your warm, wet throat squeezing his head as you suck and stroke his cock makes Yoongi's head spin, he groans out loud and thrusts his hips into your mouth, wanting to go deeper. "Fuck, doll..." He groans, throwing his head back against the headrest and gripping your hair and the steering wheel tightly, his hips bucking involuntary as he feels his balls tightening. His breath hitches when you pull his cock out of your mouth and start pumping him furiously with your hand, he can't believe how pretty your hands look around his shaft. He grabs your chin in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your hand doesn't stop working on his cock.

His kiss is intense, passionate, it's like he's trying to hold on to every piece of you. You feel him release a deep sigh of pleasure as you return the kiss with all the passion he has given you, your hands never stop working his cock, you want him to cum in your mouth, but he has other plans "Stop, I want to fuck you." He orders, and you sigh and pull your hand away, shifting eagerly in your place as he moves his seat back further from the steering wheel to leave place for you. You lift your hips to pull down your shorts and panties, a string from your arousal connecting your pussy and your underwear, you're dripping wet. You climb onto his lap, his hands inmediatly catching you and pulling you against him, there's a sexy trap song playing on the radio, and it gives the moment an even hotter vibe.

"You're fucking drenched..." He comments, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, running it through your folds to get it nice and wet. He lets out a husky chuckle and leans in once again to capture your lips in a sweet but quickly hungry kiss. He guides your hips as you start to grind against him, not taking him inside yet, you can feel his hard cock between your legs, wet with your saliva and his pre-cum. You move yourself back and forth, feeling the way it brushes against your clit and pussy lips, your fists tightly gripping his shirt for leverage. He lets out a groan-chuckle as he feels you dripping against his length, your tender pussy lips stroking him good but it's nothing compared to being inside you, he's craving your warmth.

"Mmm, you're so fucking beautiful" He compliments as you continue to grind against him, biting your lower lip in anticipation. "I want to fuck you so badly..." He growls against your lips, his desire building to a point that's almost tangible. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip and smiles at you before reaching down to grab his length and line it up with your entrance. You hold on to his shoulders as he guides your hips down, feeling your swollen walls struggling to take him but gripping him so fucking good it makes him want to whine like a bitch. You sigh in delight as he sinks inside you until he bottoms out, the sensation of fullness making you take a deep breath and stay still for a moment to get used to his thick girth stretching your walls, it's a tight fit, but you can take it.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight..." He grunts, still trying to adjust as he grips your hips with his strong hands and helps you start to ride him, ever so slowly, trying not to slam into your cervix, he smirks at the thought, he wants to fuck you hard like that, but not yet. "You feel amazing..." He murmurs, a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead as he feels your ass tensing in his grip, letting you adjust to the sensation, once he feels your walls relax arouns him and your movements grow more desperate, he knows you're ready. He kisses your neck hungrily before slowly pulling out and pushing back in again with more force, his cock head hitting your cervix just right to make you scream his name in ecstacy, you could cum just from that single thrust, but you want to enjoy this further, so you hold back as he bounces you up and down on his cock.

"Fuck, just like that..." He groans as he sees your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his cock filling you up and hitting all the right spots. He runs his hands up your sides to cup your breasts through your shirt, still not breaking his rhythm as he moves inside you. "I can feel you clenching around me, baby. You wanna cum already?" He growls against your ear, his voice low and husky as he continues to fuck you with reckless abandon, his hips slapping against yours creating a lewd, yet satisfyingly loud noise in the car. You whine desperately, grinding against him in every possible way in search of more and more friction and deeper thrusts. He pulls your shirt up and you help him take it off, revealing your beautiful breasts bouncing up and down.

"So fucking beautiful..." He whispers, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks and nips at it, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core, making you cry out and swear and ride him even harder. He grabs the small of your back, closing his eyes and sucking on your swollen nipples hungrily, feeling your hands running through his hair, pushing him tighter against your chest, almost burying his face between your tits, but damn, he loves it. His hands travel down until they reach your ass, feeling the squishy tender skin jiggle with every movement, it drives him insane and makes you groan against your nipple, giving it a soft bite before releasing it with a soft 'pop'. He lands a quick and sharp smack on your ass, making you wince as your hips falter, he can feel you clenching around him, signaling your orgasm.

"You like that, huh?" He murmurs against your nipple before moving to the other one, giving it an equal amount of attention. You whine and nod your head against him, still unable to form sentences, hiccuping and babbling clumsily. "That's it, baby..." He urges you, almost desperately, feeling his own release approaching, but there's no way he'll let you go before he does, no way he's leaving your body before he has milked every last bit of pleasure out from both of you. He sucks on your tits as he looks up at you, admiring your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, teary eyes and messy hair, such a sigh for sore eyes, he wants to see you like this every single night. He starts thrusting up into you, meeting your hips as the coil in your stomach build tighter and tighter and about to explode.

"Look at me, baby. Look at me." He groans out, fingers digging into your hip as he pushes himself in deeper, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He holds your face in his hand, staring at your beautiful bright eyes, the sight of your pretty face making his cock throb. "Say my name, baby. Let me hear you." He rasps out, thrusting up into you faster and harder as your orgasms crash into you like a tsunami. "Yoon... Yoongi!" You let out a broken scream, your throat aching, the waves of pleasure washing over your entire body, leaving you panting and limp above him. He groans and slams his fists against the steering wheel as he cums inside you, ropes after ropes of thick hot cum spurting inside you over and over again, he can't believe he's cumming this much.

"Fuck, baby..." He grunts as you both come down from your high, his cock still twitching inside you as he catches his breath. He slumps back against the seat, still buried deep inside you, his breath heavy and labored, the tip of his cock throbbing inside you in post-orgasmic bliss. There's so much cum inside you that it starts spilling out of you, wet and warm down your thighs. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, smirking softly when he sees the satisfied smile and blush on your face. "You good?" He asks, brushing some strands of hair that were sticking to your sweaty forehead. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him sweet gentle kiss, then pulling away and hiding your face in his neck, taking a minute to regulate your breathing and heartbeat.

"Mhm?" He asks, pulling your face up, lazily brushing his fingers against your face, studying every details of your features. "Yeah" You chuckle, taking soft labored breaths. "You're so cute and so fucking hot." He whispers teasingly, peppering your face with sweet little kisses while he caresses your back and side with his fingers. His soft cock starts throbbing again inside you and he smirks, rubbing his nose against yours. His gaze softens and he leans forward to kiss you again. While he's at it, he wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing his chest against yours.

His kisses feel just like his slap, his hands feel just like his fists, the lines between love and abuse became blurry, to a point where you don't even care about healthiness anymore, you just want to feel, to feel him.

[cauliflowereater]

Pairing: @entidlm X meglepetes😳

Halloween Sweets

Theme: mild smut (mdni bocs)

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap the willy silly!!) semi-public, mentions of butt plugs, dirty talk, eniko doesn’t say anything but it’s all consented

Lmk if I missed smth!😜

As soon as October hit the calendar, your friends couldn’t keep their mouths shut about Halloween. You were everything but excited for the cold and windy month with the annoying pumpkins on everyones front porch. Especially with all these college parties going on with the drunk teenagers grinding on you.

“Sooo what should we dress up as??” Your dearest college roommate asked excitedly. “Wait no no no. I’m not dressing up as anything. This month is gonna be horrible enough as it is, I don’t need a costume for it.” You grumped. “Oh come onnn Enikkoru!!! You’re always like this. You just need a good halloween party to get rid of all this stress!” Your other friend Lisa added. “Yes!! And gues what.. I heard Sunoo will be there.” Hannah whispered and winked at you. “Ugh fine. I guess I don’t have anything better to do anyways.” You finally gave in. “Ughh finally thank you!!! And now, what do we dress up as?” The question came up again. You certainly didn’t want to dress up as anything cringe since you knew there would be cute guys there. You’re feeling sick of the thought of dressing up as cartoon character. “Um guys we could be like disney princesses maybe?? But like in a sexy way?” Somi asked. “Ew there is no way!! I don’t want to embarrass myself.” You said frowning. “Okay chill.” She rolled her eyes at you. “I have to go anyways. Text me if y’all find something cool.” “Ok will do.” Then you quickly slip your shoes on your feet and head to the door.

Later that night.

You were peacefully scrolling on your phone in your bed, cuddling with your plushies under your giant blanket like every other night. Somi was out tonight, obviously. She barely stays here anymore since she got a boyfriend. Anyways, you decided to look for halloween costume ideas since you had nothing better to do. You opened Pinterest hoping to find something cool you could wear to the party with your friends. You found nothing to your liking. How surprising! So you kept scrolling..scrolling. Scrolling. Then you came across Regina George from the movie “Mean Girls” dressed up as a bunny. So revealing, you thought. You imagined how guys would stare at you in that costume. A tear ran down you thigh as you thought about Sunoo complimenting you. Okay you had to do something? You went to the group chat.

You: girls i found smth. *picture*

Bangh💥: oh my. I LOVE THSISSS

jeon somi💋: girlllll. could use a buttplug for the tail😜

You: very funny haha

Ladyboy🐞: love the costume nikoy!!!! sunoo would totally eat you up

You: thanks lisa😘😘

You: ok we should go shopping for this tmrw???

Jeon somi💋: ill get the plugs

You: we dont need plugs thank you.

Ladyboy🐞: actually…

Bangh💥: i could use one tho..

You: no way you guys r trippin fr😂😂👎

Before the party

“Dawg we look hawt” said Hannah. “Your ass soo good in this even your brudda would fuck you😂😂” Lisa joked. “It’s prob because of the plugs” added Somi. “what the fuck” you cursed confused. Your friends were acting up real bad. “Y’all let’s just go i’m getting sick of you guys.” You said. “Nah not until you put that plug in.” Somi nagged. You put your bunny ears up in your hair real quick then you ran out the door as fast as you could. This party is making your friends go wild. You were afraid you’d end up like this too.

Your friends finally caught up with you and you guys walked in the house. Almost immediately, your friends ran off to find their guy, leaving you all alone once again. Great, you thought. You went over to the bar to grab a drink.. alone. Until Sunghoon came up to you. “Hi enikkoru.. looking….good. Nice costume.” He said while eyeing you up and down, stripping you with his hungry gaze. “Oh t-thanks?? Are you the host?” you muttered. “Oh yeah.. you like? Must be boring here all alone though. Wanna come play spin the bottle with me and the bros??” He shouted, since the music was really loud. Obviously. It was a party what did u expect😂 “Okay sure i guess? Must be better than sitting here drinking alone.” You agreed. “Okay great!” He grabbed you wrist and started dragging you right through the crowd. You held your breath and you didn’t want to inhale the warm and disgusting air other people produced. Then you finally arrived to the basement. You coudl finally breathe. There were some guys and there was Somi making out with his boyfriend. Oh and also some other girls. But one person caught your eye. Sunoo in his vampire costume looking fine af. You rubbed your thighs together in excitement. “Ok just sit somewhere and we’ll start in a minute.” Sunghoon said and walked off. You took you chance and squished between Niki and Sunoo. “Oh hi nikoy you look awesome.” Niki complimented you. “Yea, you look really delicious tonight” Sunoo added. You swore you could feel your pussy throb at their words. “O-oh..thanks. You guys look great too.” You tried to keep your cool but it was so hard. Especially, that more people joined the circle, and you were practically squished between them like a sponge. “Shall we start?” The host asked. Everyone cheered and you quietly nodded yes.

A couple rounds went by, then it was your turn. “Ok spin the bottle enikkoru.” So you spun the bottle. You were so scared that you closed your eyes in fear. The bottle stopped. Everyone cheered loudly. You slowly peeled your eyelids open. Your eyes widened in shock, you were in trouble. Sunoo looked at you and smirked. He patted your thigh and got up. “Come on, we gotta get into the closet, let’s not waste our time.” You quickly got up, your cheeks red and flushed. You put your hand in his as he guided you to the closet. Then they closed it. You had 7 minutes in a dark closet with the boy you were dying to fuck since the beginning of the year.

He grabbed you and caged you between him and the wall. He leaned down to your ear and whispered “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to to this.. and fuck..this costume” then he smashed his red plush lips against yours hard. Your tongues rhythmically moving against each other, fighting for dominance, which he obviously won. While still kissing hungrily, his hand came down to the black leather bodysuit you were wearing and tucked it to the side down there. He quickly ripped a hole on your white leggings so his hand could get access to your pussy. “so wet for me” he smirked then started rubbing circles on your clit and slipped two fingers inside you fast. “so tight and warm inside” he praised you. He was rough. So rough that you started moaning loudly. He smacked his other hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. “Stay quiet or you’re not getting my dick in your pathetic little hole tonight” he whispered as he continued pumping his fingers inside you in a rapid pace. You tried to tune your moans down but you miserably failed. You whimpered as you felt his fingers scissor. His skilled fingers felt too good inside you. “S-ah-sunoo… s-so g-goood” you whimpered under him. He smirked and reconnected your lips once again. Unfortunately, he foudn you g-spot which made you scream into his mouth. “Right there?” he asked and smirked once again. You physically couldn’t reply but the way you were squirming under him, he knew what you felt. You felt the knot building up inside you. “F-fuck..” you moaned one last time before you came all over his hand. Well, you didn’t just cum. You squirted all over him. You hid your face in embarrassment as you realised what you just did.. “Damn I made you squirt just with my fingers? You’re not even gonna be able to take my dick” he chuckled at you. He quickly licked your arousal off of his fingers while you fixed your bodysuit up. “Time’s up!” Jake said and opened the door before you. Everyone looked at you guys. “Did you have fun??” They asked. “Oh the fun is definitely isn’t over yet” Sunoo answered and wrapped an arm around your waist. “I’m getting tired. We’re going upstairs.” he said. Everyone knew damn well you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. You waved your goodbyes then you let Sunoo drag you upstairs.

When you got upstairs, he pushed you into Sunghoon’s bedroom and locked the door behind you. He threw you on the bed and pounced on you. He started aggressively kissing you then biting and marking all over your neck. He pushed his groin into you so you could feel how hard he was. You gasped at the feeling and started grinding against him. “S-sunoo ah..” you whimpered while taking all the marks he gave you. “Yes princess?” He asked “i-i need you…p—pleasse” you sobbed and begged for him. He gave you a smug grin and stopped sucking on your skin. He peeled the bodysuit off of you and tore the rest of your leggings. Now you were under him, only left in your panties. He impatiently tore his own shirt off so you could admire his toned chest. You brushed your hand across his stomach. Your eyes trailed down to his thighs, which were begging to escape the tight black pants he was wearing. They were so thick. You’d love to ride them one day. Your thoughts were interrupted by him undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. You saw the huge bulge in his boxers and you got shy. You weren’t sure you could take him. You hid your flushed face behind your hands before he peeled them off your face. “Come on nikoy, don’t be scared now..” he pulled his dick out of his boxers and have himself a few pumps. He was painfully hard and already leaking. “Sorry I got no condoms on me. But I’m willing to pay child support.” he whispered. You were too mesmerised by his beautiful cock to tell him that you’re actually on birth control. He was glad he didn’t have any condoms because he was dying to feel you raw anyways. He aligned himself with your hole and slowly pushed it in. “Oh my… you’re so tight baby..” he groaned. You couldn’t say anything. A tear escaped your eye from the sting but he couldn’t care less tbh. He started moving in a very fast pace without giving you any time to adjust. You were screaming his name. That was all you could do anyway. He leaned down and started devouring and licking your chest. You definitely didn’t need the extra stimulation. You were so overstimulated that you squirted on his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. You looked so good under him, taking him like a good little kitten. He couldn’t last so he came seconds after you. You felt the warm liquid escaping inside you. He pulled out of you and cuddled you into his chest to calm down. “You did soo good enikkoru..i would love to do this more”….

Oke nem birom tovabb vege😜

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FF8 Live Reacts

Started the ps4 remaster of final fantasy 8 in may 2024. Finished in August. I've never played it before. Here's my live reacts. This is a compilation of the discord messages I sent during this time period while playing it.

Spoilers: I didn't like it and this is mostly a rant of me hating on it

(dates are dd/mm/yyyy)

Got rid of my ps5 a couple weeks ago, but guess who remembered there were still ps4 games they were interested in? I just bought disco elysium and ff8 remaster. Will be delivered on the 20th I've actually never played ff8 at all, but have always wanted to and now I'm going to attempt to make more headway in ps4 ff8

and boy do I have THOUGHTS about ff8 most of which are "ff9 is better" and "man RPGs back in the day really expect you to already know how RPGs work" but I'm only 2 hours in so who knows!

I definitely didn't pay enough attention to the dialogue originally, so I had to pull out a game walkthrough for THE FIRST AREA Which is fine, I guess, because this is a direct repeat of what happened when I played ff9 for the first time - got lost in the world map when the area I was supposed to go to was literally straight ahead quest markers and shit were amazing inventions, man, I'm glad those exist now

27/05/2024 11:21 I'm trying to give ff8 the old college try, but if I keep having to consult the playthrough every 5 minutes, I might just pull the plug

anyway I did not have much on the to do list for today, but I somehow finished it I will now go off to try to progress in that ps4 ff8 I could go off on complaining about stupid things with this game but I've brought on enough negativity for today ps4 ff8 it is, then I have come to a good point in the game to start grinding Somehow this is more fulfilling than the actual story

I guess I know now why I've wanted to play ff8 for so long. Teenage me would have loved ff8 First of all, squall (the main character) is just the perfect character design for my desires at the time, bonus points he looked just like me fr Also I love scars on the face, he was probably the whole source of that archetype The story is about them becoming mercenaries and doing mercenary things. Like's like, the bread and butter of every kid chat roleplaying those days, myself included of course. Who WASN'T a mostly silent merc who secretly hated everything but everyone looked up to? Unfortunately, my disappointment starts with the very beginning of the game: the opening cinematic

It plays off like some kind of abstract dream thing, but no, you're actually supposed to believe this is a thing that actually happened in real time. it's not an epic battle, it's just a stupid sparring match between classmates(? friends?) random visions of a woman are totally what causes squall to not beat seifer!! /s the scar DOESN'T HAVE ANY SPECIAL MEANING :tisacry:

Epic battle, epic music, mysterious circumstances

Actually just a training exercise between two 15 year olds who should not have been given the ability to use real weapons The first thing that happens in-game is squall going to the infirmary for his new injury, which somehow isn't serious or prevents him from doing anything that day, but is also enough to leave a scar. On his face.

Then we have Quistis, his instructor, who has only been teaching for 1 year, and turned 18 while she was teaching (Why are these people so young?) And she very much behaves exactly like a 17-18 year old, so it's no wonder that after the merc test she reveals to you (Squall) that 1. she got fired from teaching and 2. She's definitely DTF you (Squall is completely oblivious though) You finally meet the girl of your dreams at the ball you're voluntold to go to as a new merc, her name is rinoa and her opening line to you is "You're the best looking guy here" except that LATER you learn this is actually seifier's (the guy who gave you a scar) girlfriend Now, don't ask me how this works, because rinoa says that she met seifer that night but then when seifer "dies" when he encounters the sorcess for the first time, she says he was her boyfriend and has lots of good memories of him so yeah this doesn't make sense at all but WHATEVER

The "main" story is that a country(?) Is attempting to establish independence from another country, who is trying to take over the world with the help of a sorceress. I am currently only 6 hours into the game / not that far into the story. I have only just seen her for the first time, where she is like "You should come with me" and seifer just goes with her because he's a fucking tool One of their teammates blabs that this coup is from their organization ("the garden" ), so there might be some retribution (surprisingly there is none??????) and by the time the group gets back to a garden (HQ), they say that seifer was tried and his sentence was served, and everyone assumes it's execution. I have just left the garden and am on my way to… somewhere (I honestly forgot where lmao). And I am taking this break to grind Which leads me to my next complaint: the gameplay I HATE THE JUNCTION SYSTEM I like the IDEA of the junction system, and I can kind of see how FFX's sphere grid (and aeon upgrading) grew from it (I love the sphere grid, but it was also very imposing to a newbie). My main problems with the junction system, aside from the fact that it's got a severe learning curve, is that a GF (summon) must be junctioned to a character in order for that character to be able to have ANYTHING on their battle menu aside from "attack" Do you want to be able to use magic in a battle? haha fuck you, need a GF junctioned. How about an item? Nope, hope you have junctioned a GF to this character! haha!! Who the fuck decided to link these things

The OTHER main thing I hate about the junction system is that no character can perform magic innately. It has to be junctioned too. And in order to cast a spell, you have to steal it from someone else first ("stock" the magic). And what's even worse about this magic stocking thing, is that your stats are connected to your magic stock, so using any of your stocked magic will result in lowering your stats, creating this awful system where you should get 100 (the max) stock of every spell that has worthwhile stats increases and then NEVER CAST THEM IN BATTLE EVER So anyway I'm grinding in order to get 100 of the spells FOR EACH CHARACTER so I can get max stats I also am grinding to overlevel my characters because this absurd system has made it guaranteed I will concentrate on physical attacks OH THE OVERDRIVE SYSTEM It's called something else but I can't remember what atm It kicks in when you're low on health, or, in the ps4 version (which I'm playing) you cna press a button and it becomes available whenever. But the thing about it is that the interface sucks. It's not a separate menu option. It's a submenu of attack. so in order to use your overdrive, you have to put your cursor on "attack" then move it to THE RIGHT and then select the overdrive you want to use. (side note: pagination in this game is to the right/left, which I also hate) So if you are like me, and have the battles on x3 speed (another thing they added to the ps4 version) and are just holding down X to get through most of the boring ass battles, you will never do any overdrives I have the cursor thing on memory, so maybe if I turn overdrives on manually and select them once they'd automatically do it from that point forward, but that seems like cheating? So I haven't done it Actually I'm very confused on why the manual overdrive button is a thing that was added at all well anyway this concludes the rant I had bottled up from yesterday I will now start grinding on ps4 ff8 (As I chose to write this instead of actually starting the game when I mentioned it)

I discovered the written seed tests. I couldn't get higher than 80 on the first one. So of course I looked up the answers and now I'm at max level with no more tests to take 😂

At least I won't have any money issues anymore now

07/06/2024 23:47 I think I hate all the characters in ff8

Not only that, the music choice sucks ass

Like it actively makes every scene more boring

Idk how they got so much so wrong in this one. I'm glad 9 was my first ff

I just got to the scene where squall "dies" from the first fight with the sorceress.

Ff8 is just boring so far. I'll keep playing it until I either beat it or actively hate it

29/06/2024 18:48 I made it to disc 2 of ff8 Kind of disappointed there's no in-game indication that you have moved to disc 2 [in the remaster], aside from the subtitle in the save file

23/08/2024 21:35 Turns out the button that gives you the attack specials in ff8 also makes it so you never take damage wtf I could have been using god mode the ENTIRE TIME THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING

I guess after I get this gf I want I'll plow through the rest of the game on god mode… Although with godmode now I don't even need this gf… Ugh

24/08/2024 00:07 Made it to disc 3 Game story still feels pretty stupid. But I'm more than halfway so hopefully I can just get through it. Godmode certainly makes that way easier

30/08/2024 01:12 I am about to fight the final boss of ff8 The story never made sense, was always stupid, and I never would've made it here without a guide But it will be over soon and I can maybe start disco elysium and hate on that next

30/08/2024 01:53 I'm done With ff8

[Someone else says: bit of a mindfuck innit? ]

No I'm just disappointed in it

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My final thoughts: So many things went unanswered. Rinoa and Squall's sudden romantic interest in each other never made any sense. Maybe the [possession + time travel + teen mercs/renegades + amnesia] plot points were semi-original for the time, but nowadays they feel lazy and overdone.

The junction system is horrible. The card game was too confusing to me so I never played it, however that's definitely on me and I feel like if I were younger it would've been a great game (I was a huge fan of Tetra Master in FF9).

The game controls are too clunky with no hints and there were several areas where if I had not looked at a walkthrough I never would have found or did the thing the game needed me to find/do to progress. It seems like they fixed that in FF9 with the little "?" thought bubble when you're near things that should be interacted with.

The one redeeming thing about the FF8 ending was that the sorceress Ultimecia is obviously AMAB but uses female pronouns, so I guess we could say that technically FF8 was before its time in trans representation lmao.