#How have I almost exclusively ended up dating OTHER TOPS

[nice-and-accurate-fictions]

Fake relationships

This trope should be renamed as pre-real relationships. I'm sure I read more than the ones currently in this list, but I can't find them at the moment. Please do check other people's reblogs, plenty more recs there!

Of Size And Other Matters, by LCwrites. Rated E, 28 k. P. Jul 22.  

Lovely from strangers to lovers, fake relationship human AU. Aziraphale needs a date to accompany him to an event hosted by his brother, Gabriel. Crowley receives a text from a stranger, clearly by mistake, but why not having some fun? I really like the dynamics between them, the ease and the trust. A tiny bit of angsty pining but quickly and happily resolved. 

The Small Ad, by ladydragona and SylWritesStuff, rated E, 32k. P. Jan 24.

To overcome boredom, Crowley offers his services as a hired partner. Aziraphale is in need of someone to pretend to be his partner. The rest is history. This is a lovely, hot, and sweet fake relationship fiction. Very interestingly, the POV changes at every paragraph, and because the story has two authors it left me wondering whether one wrote Crowley and one wrote Aziraphale, but kind of in real time.

Plus One, by Caedmon. Rated E, 100k. P. Mar 24.

 Human AU where Aziraphale comes from a very wealthy, traditional, old fashioned family and needs a date to take to his brother's (Gabriel) wedding. Guess who volunteers?

And Now All Of My Garden Is Grown In Lavender, by ilikeblue. Rated E, 72k. P. Apr 24.

Aziraphale is a successful queer romance author whose books are being adapted for TV. At the start of his career, his agent, Gabriel, insisted he claims to be married in order to gain more readers. Now that the spotlight is on him, Aziraphale needs someone to play the part of his husband. Did I mention that Crowley is Aziraphale's gardener and friend? I'm sure you know where this is going. This story has a little angst and lots of good vibes of trust, friendship, love and loyalty. And a happy ending! 

On The Same Page, by Chekhov. Rated E, 117k. P. Sep 20.

Human AU where Aziraphale and Crowley are both writers. Aziraphale writes Christian books, Crowley writes adult books and they help each other out with their writing. Until they have to pretend to be married. This was such a good read, I really couldn't put it down. It's almost exclusively narrated in Aziraphale's POV but the mutual pining is evident and the build up to them resolving their issues is so bittersweet and deep and just lovely. There is a happy ending, don't worry. And the side story will really... aargghh, I won't spoil it for you, just read it. 

Married At First Sight, by Aracloptia. Rated T, 146k. P. Dec 23.

A new classic! I doubt anyone reading these lists might have missed this fic, but let me tell you how much I loved it anyway! As the title suggests, Aziraphale and Crowley take part in the reality Married At First Sight. It's hate at first sight for our two heroes, unfortunately, but the slow burn that follows must be one of the sweetest things I've read in fiction. Crowley and Aziraphale both come a long way to understand each other and let their guard down, and the whole process is just marvelous to witness. And, no, I've never watched a single episode of the show Married At First Sight either, you really don't need to on order to enjoy this fabulous fiction. Lovely array of side characters to top it all!

[abusivenarcissist]

God doesn't love me because otherwise I would have a bottom bf/gf who worships the ground I walk on. I was cooking earlier and I was frothing at the fucking mouth thinking about . Having a cute boy/girl/boygirl to hold against the kitchen counter and kiss all bossy. Whatever I'm going to bed

[onlymingyus]

Tied to your Body

pairing; kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff (somehow)

warnings; TA!Mingyu, University Student!Reader, Camboy!Mingyu, Professor Joshua Hong (that's a warning), eating/drinking, alcohol, masturbation (m & f), lots of dirty talk, masturbation on stream, pictures taken and sent of dick/pussy, talk of sexual health, aftercare, Dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, Dom/sub dynamics, color system, subspace, dumbification, praise, pet names, degradation, crying, spitting on pussy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating, some light impact play -- I think that is everything.

w/c; 13.3k and some change

a/n; I love camboy love sick Mingyu. thank you to @junkissed for betareading this for me! a huge thank you to @onlyseokmins for making the instagram graphics for me! i am still writing may's fic and need a bit more time. enjoy this older patreon exclusive.

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Running the back of your pen along your bottom lip, you sigh, finally leaning back from your desk. You had been looking at the same page of your physics textbook for an hour. It felt like your brain was beginning to feel like jello. A familiar ding from your cellphone made you bite down on the end of your pen as you reached for the phone, the corners of your lips pulling up into a slight smirk.

ariespic_46 is live

You tried not to waste your money. It was hard enough to be a college student and to share an apartment instead of living in a dorm but sometimes spoiling yourself was important. It was hard enough trying to balance a part-time job and a full-time course work schedule; you rarely found time to go to parties and the relationship pool was limited.

You had dated during your time at the university but it had been brief and no one had ever kept your attention for longer than a month. Over time, classes became more important and you found other ways to find pleasure, even if it cost you a few extra bucks a month to indulge in.

Opening your laptop, you find yourself entranced by the man on your screen as he smiles, leaning back in his chair. He never showed anything above his nose. You wished you could see his entire face. With as handsome as he was from the nose down, you were drooling over this camboy almost daily.

As ariespic_46 lets out a breath, you find yourself doing the same as you lay on your side on your bed in the dark. He was dressed in some tan dress pants, a white button up that was already unbuttoned down to the top of his abs, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked like a dream. You couldn’t help but look over every detail that you were privy to. He had the cutest freckle on the end of his nose and sharp canines that he bit down into his bottom lip with when he was especially horny, like now.

“Hi pups. I missed you.”

A small squeak slips from your lips when the man finally talks. He was such a tease. He would sometimes just sit there for minutes while the chat went crazy, asking for things, just his biceps flexing as he stretched out his fingers in clear amusement at how needy the chat was.

“Aw, you missed me too, didn’t you? That’s cute.”

The man leans his head back and you try to move your head so you can see more of him but as usual, it's in vain. He had his camera set up for this. He didn’t want his face fully on the screen and while you could respect it, you were still curious.

“It was a long day. You have no idea. I’m all wound up... Having to be this professional in front of others while I think about doing this later. God…” The man grins, his canines on display, as he lifts his hips, undoing his dress pants. “And then the teasing I put up with on a daily fucking basis. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.”

You furrow your brows. He talked about some girl on his streams sometimes. You didn’t mind; no one seemed to. It got him even more excited to think about this girl who teased him during the day. You wondered what it would be like to be her—to be the one on his mind all day and night. The one that made him want to wrap his hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came so hard. You imagine you are her sometimes; he makes it easy for you to, with how he talks to the stream.

“Wanna put you on your knees in front of me for teasing me like that?"

Watching ariespic_46 closely, your eyes follow as he kicks his pants somewhere off the screen. The man smirked, leaning back in his chair, knowing eyes were on him. He could see the viewer count and it never disappointed him. Your eyes were moving over the bit of his chest that was exposed as his fingers undid the rest of his shirt, leaving him in his dress shirt and briefs as a long, sighing groan slipped from his lips.

“Can’t help but think how pretty you’d look if you were. So fucking pretty every day and acting so innocent like you don’t realize I’m looking at you.”

You sigh, your bottom lip jutting out, as the man talks to the girl through you and the other viewers. You feel a bit of shame as you run your fingers along your stomach and play with the tie of your pajama pants but it’s not enough to stop you.

Glancing at the comments, you can’t help but agree with a few of them, saying they’d never ignore him. You couldn’t imagine ignoring someone like ariespic_46, not on purpose. There was no one who went to your university who came close to looking like him.

When the man wraps his fingers around his cock for the first time, you have to close your eyes to the sound that slips out between his pretty lips. You loved the sounds he made. He never tried to keep them quiet or to himself. He just let them be as erotic as possible and it made you drip around your fingers that were now slowly sliding through your folds.

“Are you being a good girl for me? My pretty little pup? Are you gonna cum for me when I cum tonight?”

Whimpering, you nod even though he can’t see you. You weren’t one who took the time to comment while he touched himself and spoke. You knew he wouldn’t recognize names from chat anyway. He did, however, acknowledge tips and that you did when you let yourself think with your pussy more than your brain.

“Mm, thank you, Nabi.”

Hearing part of your username on ariespic_46’s lips as he moans, pre-cum slipping over his fingers, makes you press your lips together. You hadn’t sent him much—just $30—but for a student, that was more than you should be spending on porn.

Pressing your nose against your arm, you adjust yourself on the bed, watching the man groan louder as he got closer to his climax. You had started to be able to tell when it was going to happen. The way his mouth fell open, the way his groans got more urgent and drawn out, his fingers of his right hand gripping the arm of his chair for dear life as he stroked himself through his climax with his left.

Most nights when you watched his streams, you would end up doing exactly what ariespic_46 wanted and cum soon after he had but other nights, like tonight, you would end up panting as your thighs pressed together out of need. You knew there was always more, even as the man on the screen laughed, stretching his fingers out to show the camera all the cum dripping from him.

"Fuck, that was good. I have to get cleaned up. Bye, baby. See you next time.”

The stream stated it had ended, and you find yourself on your back with your phone in one hand, waiting for what came next. Not only did you tip because it made you feel good to hear even your username on the man’s lips but also for what he would give you. A notification stating you had a direct message from ariespic_46 pop’s up at the top of your screen and you find yourself giggling like a teenager getting a message from a crush.

ariespic_46: have a good night, nabi 🦋 thank you🖤 [picture attached]

Staring at the message for a moment, you bite at your bottom lip before your thumbs move over the keyboard to reply. You knew you didn’t have to, and that he probably didn’t check replies but it felt important to you.

nabi.wings: anytime, thank you for the stream ❣️

Taking a breath, you finally press down on the link for the picture, only to moan at the sight. It was one thing to see his cock and fingers covered in cum on the stream but it was another entirely to see it in a picture like this. Now was when you couldn’t help but let your fingers wander lower. Now you could let yourself let go of any shame you were feeling before and just let yourself pretend for a little while that he had cum this much for just you.

“It’s not fair...  How are we supposed to pay attention when they are teaching the class?”

You listen to the sound of Sumin’s voice as she pouts into the sentence, leaning over the desk. While your attention was down on your almost finished homework, hers was on that of Professor Hong and Mingyu standing at the front of the room.

“Y/N…Are you even listening to me?”

Whining Sumin shakes your arm, making you look up at her as you finish the last of your physics work to meet her desperate eyes.

“I was, yeah. I didn’t finish last night. I had…was I distracted?"

"Well, it’s not like they are collecting it right now. You always get good grades in this class anyway.”

Shrugging, you push your work under your book and sigh, glancing to where Sumin had been looking just a moment earlier, only to see Mingyu looking in your direction. He was breathtaking. Sumin was right between your professor and the teacher’s aid. Physics had quickly become one of your favorite classes to attend.

“You know, unlike Professor Hong...  Mingyu isn’t married.”

You had lost your train of thought when Mingyu smiled at you, looking away a moment later and going back to his conversation with your professor. It wasn’t until Sumin said something ridiculous that you furrowed your brows and looked at her like she had two heads.

“And? He’s out of my league.”

Sumin laughs and leans against you, looking back up towards the front of the class as Mingyu laughs at something Professor Hong says.

“I’m just saying he looks at you a lot, that’s all. I’m observant and a really good friend. He’s not that much older than us and him being out of your league is bullshit."

Rolling your eyes, you push Sumin with your arm, making her laugh again as she is forced to sit back on her side of the desk when Professor Hong moves to start the class. Now you were forcing yourself to keep your eyes down, which only made you want to steal more glances towards the attractive teacher’s aid, who took up his usual spot on a tall stool in the front corner of the room.

Sure, Mingyu looked at you. He looked at the entire class but even as you peeked in his direction, now his eyes were on you, causing your cheeks to burn and your eyes to once again drop to the page that the professor was talking about. Sumin was just getting in your head.

“Mingyu will come through and collect your work and pass out this week's quiz. As always, my office is open for questions and discussion until 6 p.m., except on Fridays. Before we get started today, any questions?”

Tapping your pencil on the desk, you shake your head along with the mummers from your fellow classmates as you watch Mingyu move out of the corner of your eye. With one arm he holds a folder full of quizzes, and with the other he collects course work, stopping to laugh and smile at various people when they offer up excuses for not having it at all or having half filled sheets.

“Professor Hong’s office is open tonight until 6 p.m., Soonyoung. You can talk to him about it. There’s nothing I can do about it now. If you want tutoring, I can help you set that up.”

The younger man groans, throwing his head back dramatically as Mingyu grins at him, sliding a quiz towards him before moving towards your desk. Stopping in front of Sumin, Mingyu smiles at her, kindly taking her sheet and letting her take the quiz with a flirty thank you.

“Mmhm, good luck. Hi, Y/N. Your work?”

You had been trying to avoid his eyes but when your name slips off of Mingyu’s lips, you can’t help but glance up at him as you push your lips together with a nod. Feeling a kick to your leg from Sumin, you grunt, falling forward, causing Mingyu’s brows to furrow out of concern until you laugh softly and lift your finished work towards his hand.

“There ya go.”

“Perfect, good luck on your quiz.”

You wait for Mingyu to put the paper down on your desk but instead he waits for you to take it from his fingers, making you look him in the eye.

“Thank you…”

Grinning, Mingyu lifts his brow, letting his teeth catch his bottom lip briefly as he lets out a soft breath.

“Anytime.”

Your eyes follow Mingyu for a moment until Sumin’s fingers grip your arm and she leans to squeak into your ear, making you come back to reality.

“If that wasn’t flirting, then I am failing at the game of life.”

Once again tugging your arm from your friend, you try to take a breath, shaking your head as you look down at the quiz in front of you, trying to remember how to read much less how to do anything pertaining to physics in the allotted amount of time remaining for your class period.

“I bombed it. Completely. This is the worst I’ve ever done on a quiz.”

Sumin watches you lean into your hands, the quiz on your lap, as you look at the 45 circled at the top in red ink. Even so, she had to admit that something had gone wrong today. Normally, you have no problems with quizzes, even if the class kicked her ass.

"Okay, yeah, it sucks. You didn’t do well but hey, it’s not the end of the world. Maybe go talk to Professor Hong and see if he will let you retake it. It’s literally the first time you’ve fucked up a quiz.”

Groaning into your hand, your legs bouncing, you reach over to look at your phone to see the time. It was already 5:15 and you remembered how many times they had mentioned Professor Hong’s office in class. It was worth the try.

“Yeah…yeah okay.”

Pushing your quiz into your bag, you get to your feet quickly, pulling on the end of your shirt to make sure you don’t look too disheveled. With a huff, you leave Sumin standing in the commons area as you walk quickly towards where you knew your professor’s office to be.  Glancing at the closed door, your brows furrowed, and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you reached up to knock on the door, clearing your throat before trying to sound confident.

“Pro–Professor Hong? It’s Y/N. Are you still in?”

Watching the frosted window for a moment longer, you start to take a step back when the door opens inward. You start to smile when you see a face you weren’t expecting. Mingyu smiles at you before it turns apologetic.

“Y/N? Uh, Professor Hong got a call from home about ten minutes ago and had to leave. I was about to put a sign on his door. Is everything okay?”

Of course. Of course, that would happen on the day when your life felt like it was ending. Your professor would have some sort of family emergency or something and leave his office early. Defeat evident on your face, you just sigh before it turns into an unamused laugh, causing Mingyu to furrow his brows in surprise.

“I–no. I mean…yeah. Sure. It’s fine.”

Mingyu wasn’t a rocket scientist but he was pretty sure that everything wasn't, in fact, fine. Taking a step forward to look down the hall in either direction, he sighs before reaching out to take your arm and pulling you towards him into the office.

"Clearly, it isn’t. You were coming to talk to Professor Hong for a reason. What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying.”

With his hand falling from your bicep, you listen to the click of the door behind you before you find the courage to look up at Mingyu as his eyes search your face. He looked legitimately concerned and that confused you. You knew he took his position seriously but this wasn’t his job. Sighing, you reach into your bag and take out your quiz, offering it to a confused Mingyu, who takes the paper into his hands, looking it over as his features soften.

You hadn’t had the chance to look at him closely before. Sure, he had stopped in front of your desk many times and you had to approach him to do things but never like this. He was handsome, even more so than you had realized. His hair had been cut in the past month or so and you remembered almost wanting to mourn the moment he had walked into class with the shorter hair until he smiled and you realized he could pull off any hair style.

“Y/N…ok…I get it, but it’s just a quiz. Professor Hong will let you retake it if you really want to. He lets Soonyoung redo his all the time and he isn’t half as dedicated to the class as you are.”

Trying to force yourself to look anywhere but into Mingyu’s eyes you move them lower over his face to his nose as you speak. Your voice wavering as you try to keep yourself from crying. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him and that you didn’t understand how insignificant a single quiz was but to you it was important.

“I–yeah I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to him about. I don’t want to fuc—mess up my GPA. One quiz could do that, you know what I mean?”

Mingyu watches your brows furrow as you seem to avoid his eyes in place of focusing on his face. He was beginning to wonder if he had something on it. Had something had eaten earlier gotten stuck in his teeth or was something on his nose? Reaching up he taps the end of his nose to check, only drawing your attention to it more directly as he sighs into his words.

“Well, listen…I can just send you home with another quiz. I’ll send Professor Hong a mess –”

Your gasp causes Mingyu’s words to fall silent on his lips as you stare at him in a mixture of horror and surprise. Something about him had felt familiar and up until that moment you hadn’t been sure what it was. The structure of his face was so similar to someone you knew or recognized but then that freckle on the end of his nose, you’d know it anywhere. ariespic_46 had that freckle. It was unique and along with everything else about Mingyu that screamed that he was the same person your heart was in your throat and you felt sick.

“Are you alright? Holy shit you scared me… Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like —”

Your eyes were searching over his face but the moment your eyes met Mingyu’s again your bag fell to the floor leading you down with it. Your hushed apologies caused Mingyu to scoff under his breath. You had never been this nervous around him before, it was almost like you had seen him for the first time.

The thought dawned on Mingyu as he leaned down to help you with your bag picking up your phone seeing the back of it adorned with butterflies. Running his thumb over the pattern he couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side in thought listening to your mutters about how clumsy you were. You had never been clumsy in class before. Maybe you had really seen him for the first time.

“This is cute. Butterflies?” Waiting for you to look at him and your fingers to be on the phone, Mingyu takes his chance to see your reaction as his brow lifts in question, “나비들?”

Tugging your phone free from his grip you swallow hard hearing the word on Mingyu’s lips. You were even more certain now and you were beginning to wonder if you weren’t the only one.

“Yes, I mean….I like them. They’re pretty.”

Smirking a bit, Mingyu lifts his hand to brush over his lips pushing the smirk away as he turns to pick up a blank quiz before offering it to you. Making an appreciative sound, the man nods letting you take the paper from his hand as he sighs, his attitude having shifted almost suddenly into something a bit more dangerous, making you feel like the room was closing in on you. Mingyu watches you back towards the door, your tongue swiping your lips as he leans against the desk, his fingers running over the back of his hand, similar to how you had seen him act on stream when he was thinking about what to do next.

“Leaving?”

Nodding, you reach behind you for the door handle. Finding it takes you two tries without looking to find it. Mingyu’s soft chuckle sends a shiver down your spine but you do your best not to react to it outright; instead, you just smile at him and bow your head before sneaking out and closing the door harder than necessary.

“Oh my god…”

You were whining under your breath as you sped down the hall back towards the commons, where Sumin had waited for you. A smile on her lips until she sees the terrified look on your face, causing her eyes to widen and her hands to find your shaking frame.

“What’s wrong? Did he say no? Are you failing?”

There was no way you could explain this to her so instead, you just shake your head and show her the blank quiz, letting her breathe a breath of relief. With Sumin’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, the girl leads you out of the door towards the chilly outdoors when you feel your cellphone vibrate with a notification.

ariespic_46 says: Special live tonight! You won’t want to miss it. 🦋

It wasn’t a DM but instead a notification to all of his subscribers. Was he calling you out now? Your mouth felt dry but your thighs pressed together as you tried to walk beside Sumin, listening to her talk about her next date.

Mingyu would have never considered that you would have been Nabi but the fact that you were was making him feel a bit feral. Half the reason he even did the streams was because he felt so pent up. The money was nice but being in the job that he held, it was hard to let loose and date, especially when you had your eye on someone in the class you were the TA for.

You were the inspiration for many of his streams, if not all of them lately. He had subtly mentioned how you seemed to be teasing him from afar but seeing that look in your eye today, it was clear to Mingyu that you had no idea. You were the type of girl who didn’t seem to realize when eyes were on her until it was right in her face and if that’s what it took, well, now he had the opportunity.

Sighing, Mingyu leans back in his chair, smirking to himself as the red light signals that he is live. He knew he was ignoring the stream and the chat but he wasn’t really there for them tonight—just one person. He was waiting for a single name to pop up in the ‘watching now.’ Grinning as he sees the user name nabi.wings finally flash up at the bottom of the list, Mingyu bites at his bottom lip and lets out a slow, breathy groan. Now he knew you were watching.

“Good evening, pup.”

You take a breath. Mingyu hadn’t used pups like normal, just a singular pup. Sitting with your legs crisscrossed on your bed, your laptop opened in front of you, and you licked your lips, shifting nervously. He knew you were there. You watch his smile broaden and your stomach flips with how much it affects you now that you know what his entire face looks like. This was completely different. You should turn off the stream, cancel your subscription, and apologize to him as soon as possible… but instead you just let out a soft whimper as Mingyu unbutton’s his shirt.

“Why did you run out on me today? Because you realized?”

The chat was confused but some started to chime in that it must be a roleplay situation and started to play along. Mingyu’s eyes scan the chat for you but he doesn’t expect you to answer. Instead, he just chuckles at some of the responses that make no sense and glances towards his phone at the DMs he has shared with you in the past.

“You have been such a dirty little slut. More of a tease than I had even known. You were making me watch you from the front of the room while you played innocent and yet you were watching me the entire time.”

Your hand moves over your face when you feel warmth radiate down your neck. You felt embarrassed. You had no idea you had teased him even once. It had never been your intention. In your mind, you were so far beneath him that you weren’t even in his line of sight and yet here he was telling you something different.

“Is this what you did last night too, pup? You watched me play with my cock, then showed up and batted your pretty little lashes at me? You made me want to pin you down on that table in front of everyone just because you look so fucking cute."

Mingyu practically growls as he shimmys out of the white button up you had seen him wearing earlier in the day. You watch him lift his hips, his fingers almost angrily undoing his jeans so he can push them down, leaving him in just his briefs.

“You know what made it worse? You showed up later. You were desperate. Of course, not for me, but for something, and I wanted to make it better. I hope I did… I just wanted to see you smile but instead I got something even better, didn’t I, baby?”

Hearing baby on Mingyu’s lips as he palms his cock, twitching and hard under his black briefs, makes you whimper his name under your breath. Sliding your legs apart, you feel your hands tremble as you fight a mental battle with yourself that you quickly lose. The morality of masturbating to your TA talking to you through his camboy stream falls to the wayside as you let your fingers rest between your legs under your pajama pants over your panties.

“Mmm, I did. I got to see you all flustered and panicked because you figured it out and so did I. My smart little pup. Fuck…This feels good but it'd be so much better if it were your mouth. I think about that all the fucking time when I see your lips.”

Starting to look away from the screen as you feel how wet you’ve become through your panties, you stop when Mingyu groans long and slow. You watch as he pushes his briefs down, freeing his obviously painfully hard cock and letting it rest back against his abs.

“If I called you right now, would you let me come over and fuck your little pussy, pup?”

You knew the question was prompted at you once again but the chat was going crazy with yeses and the offer of their numbers, which only caused Mingyu to chuckle. Shaking his head, Mingyu groans, wrapping his thumb and forefinger under his head, gripping himself loosely, feeling the way he was already throbbing with want.

“I want you to know something, baby. Every time I have fucked my hand recently, it’s been while I’ve been thinking about you.”

Shivering at the thought, you bite down at your lip as you finally slide your panties to the side, letting the pads of your fingertips glide between your wet folds. Your eyes follow Mingyu’s hand as he strokes his cock from base to tip a few times, quiet lewd groans slipping from between his perfect lips.

“Each time I’ve come, I’ve pictured it being on different parts of your body. One night I thought about watching it pool in your mouth on your tongue and I came again. I didn't have a single thing left; it was all dry but fuck, it still felt good because I was thinking about you.”

The image of Mingyu cumming twice at the thought of you was enough to cause you to shiver. You had watched him cum multiple times at this point, even unknowingly but putting a face to the image in front of you made your breath quicken. With two fingers knuckle deep inside of yourself, you whimper his name almost as if you beg him for more, only to watch Mingyu lift his hips and groan seemingly in response.

“What I wouldn’t give to feel your pussy around me right now. All I hope is that you are touching yourself for me. Fuck…” You watch Mingyu laugh and lean his head back, a smirk spreading over his lips as he does. “Knowing you’ve been watching and that’s a possibility. Baby? Did you fuck yourself last night to me and then show up today?”

You were embarrassed but not enough to stop what you were doing; instead, it only made you want it more. You just nod in response, pushing your hips down over your fingers, wishing they were longer and thicker like how Mingyu’s looked wrapped around his cock. You could feel your mouth watering, imagining sitting over his lap as he said all the dirty things he was saying now to your face.

“I’m getting close, pup. Look at what you do to me. Oh fuck…”

Eyes trained on Mingyu, you rock your hips against your hand, feeling yourself getting just as close when thick white ropes shoot out to cover his abs and hand. That was a more intense orgasm than you had seen in a long time. There was so much cum that the chat was feral, the amount of tips quickly rising as Mingyu licks his lips, lazily running his hand along his shaft, letting himself soften in his own grip.

Meanwhile, you close your eyes, feeling your own climax overtake you, Mingyu’s name once again slipping from between your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shaking, you fall back against your pillows, carefully sliding your fingers from your sweatpants, before glancing back to the laptop screen to watch Mingyu smile as he comes down from his high.

“I gotta go. Clearly, I have to get cleaned up; I’m a fucking mess. I’ll talk to you soon.”

And with that, the screen went black, leaving you in a quiet room with your racing thoughts. Eyes on your ceiling, your body jerks when your cellphone chimes with the sound of a notification. You weren’t sure what you had expected it to be but seeing a DM from Mingyu on the SVThub app still made you feel anxious.

ariespic_46: did you have fun? [picture attached]

ariespic_46: [picture attached]

The first picture causes you to swallow hard as you look at his still softening cock resting in his palm, cum splattered over what you could see of his abs and his hand. The second picture takes your breath away, making you falter in responding for longer than you intended.

Now if you had any questions or second thoughts about him being ariespic_46, those were thrown out the window as you stared at the half naked selfie you had been graced with.

ariespic_46: are you okay?

nabi.wings: i’m okay. this is just insane…

ariespic_46: ik but if I text you, are you going to freak out?

What kind of question was that? He had your number, yes but he had only sent you texts related to your course. Swallowing hard, you whine and kick your legs at your mattress as if it had offended you as your thumbs move across the screen of your phone.

nabi.wings: no…

ariespic_46: sounds reassuring, but I’ll take it.

A new notification popping up at the top of your screen makes your stomach flip as you see his name and not some username he was hiding behind, just Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu: hey, baby. wait, that’s probably too forward, but maybe not.

You had clearly entered another dimension if Kim Mingyu was texting you things like “hey baby” on a Thursday night. Licking your lips and feeling like they were suddenly too dry, you slide up in bed, trying to keep your wits about you as you clear your throat.

Y/N: honestly, this is so fucking weird at this point. idk what is forward anymore. i feel like i should be apologizing but you did just send me a pic of your dick not 10 mins ago.

Running his palm along the back of his neck, Mingyu grimaces a bit to your message even if he can’t help but laugh at the entire scenario. Surely there was some hilarity to it all, even for you.

Kim Mingyu: you didn’t like it? seemed to like all the ones i had sent before.

Y/N: that was before i knew they were you!

Kim Mingyu: knowing it’s me makes you not like them?

That wasn't what you meant at all. Closing your eyes for a moment, you lean your head back against your headboard, taking in a deep breath and trying to compose yourself.

Y/N: you are who you are…and I’m who I am. isn’t that weird or inappropriate? why the fuck do you have a camboy show to begin with?

Chuckling to himself as he pulls his pajama pants up to his hips, Mingyu reads over your response, trying to imagine what you are doing at that exact moment. He imagines how flustered you might be and how cute you were, flustered, in Joshua’s office earlier that day.

Kim Mingyu: i have the show because it feeds a few of my kinks and helps me unwind. is there a rule that says i can’t have one? i don’t go on there and say my name or current occupation. i’m not a professor, y/n. i’m not your professor.

He had a point. He was just the teacher's aid. He was just out of university himself. That was the entire point. He was interning, learning the ropes from Professor Hong so that one day he could be the professor. Maybe you were looking too deep into this.

Y/N: no, ofc not. you have needs. you should do what you want. 🫣 what sort of kinks is the show feeding you?

Grinning at your text, Mingyu grunts quietly as he lays back on his bed, resting back on his pillows, feeling more relaxed than he had in days.

Kim Mingyu: dirty girl. i didn’t expect you to ask but i like it. i like being watched and praised while i can degrade. the chat, most of them like when i call them dirty dumb sluts. what about you? what is my show feeding you, baby?

Turning on your side, you groan into your pillows at Mingyu’s question. Of course, he was going to turn it back on you. What had you expected?

Y/N: idk, i like watching. it is a good way to end the night after a long day in classes to just watch someone incredibly attractive get off and tell me what to do.

Letting out a breath at your response, Mingyu shifts on his bed, feeling his cock trying to twitch back to life. He had to keep himself in check for now. Licking his lips, Mingyu rolls his neck and takes a moment to plan out his response before finally giving in.

Kim Mingyu: you want me to tell you what to do when you are stressed out, baby girl? (if this is too weird, tell me to shut up but you miss 100% of shots you don’t take or whatever that bullshit is, right?)

Your face was instantly on fire at Mingyu’s response until you read the end, which caused you to laugh. God he was an idiot. How was this the same man writing the beginning of the message and the end?

Y/N: what if I do? you going to keep doing it over a screen? (I like it, you weirdo)

His canines catch his bottom lip, and Mingyu lets out another breath. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to latch on to your seeming burst of confidence.

Kim Mingyu: not if you let me take you out and bring you home tomorrow? I can only assume you live in shared housing. am I right?

He was asking you out or was this just a booty call? Did it really matter? You could feel your thighs burning at the idea of being with him. Swallowing hard, you glance towards your door as you hear your roommates laughing loudly from the shared living room, almost as if on cue for his question.

Y/N: I share an apartment. would probably look odd to bring the TA back to my apartment and my bedroom. my last class is at 3 tomorrow…

Kim Mingyu: then loan me your afternoon and night and I’ll make it worth your time, baby. I won’t lie... I’ve wanted this for a long time.

You had to be insane to be thinking about saying yes but as you type out your response, you find yourself smiling, your feet kicking into your comforter like a teenager accepting her first date.

Y/N: that’s a big claim but sounds like a date.

A date. Mingyu reads your text a few times before smirking, wondering if you had meant to say it like that. Either way, he was enjoying it. You, on the other hand, were wondering if you should pretend you had meant something else or try to unsend the text but seeing his read status, you knew it was too late.

Kim Mingyu: it’s a date. I’ll see you after class. goodnight 🦋

Pursing your lips around your straw, you take a drink of your coffee, furrowing your brows as you lean back in the chair in the common’s area. Your last class let out a bit early so you weren’t expecting Mingyu to pick you up for at least another twenty minutes and Sumin had left you ten minutes ago, muttering something about a guy named Lee Chan.

You were doing some investigations into Kim Mingyu. Before all of this, you had looked at his personal instagram a few times. He was eye candy after all but you had never followed him. You didn’t know him well enough for that. As for ariespic_46, you had never followed his Instagram purely on the principle that you didn’t want anyone to look at your followers and see a camboy’s Instagram.

Looking at the two Instagrams now, you realize how naive you have been. It wasn’t exactly as if Mingyu was hiding it all that well for anyone who really wanted to go digging. His personal Instagram username was gyu.46 and his camboy Instagram was the same as the one he used on SVThub.

There were many times he took photos in the same place and just blurred his face or added a hat before posting them to one account or another. The thing that hit you the hardest was the fact that he used the photo he had sent you the night before as his current Instagram profile picture and you knew the truth behind it. Perhaps to his friends and followers, he would look like he was just taking a shirtless selfie but you knew better.

Groaning to yourself, you hit the button on the side of your phone to turn off the display, putting away the photos that were starting to drive you insane. In place of them, you find yourself staring at the floor in front of you as you finish off the last of your coffee when a set of feet stop in front of you and you hear the amusement in a man’s breath.

“Zoning out?”

Mingyu. That was the first thought in your mind before you even looked up to see him. You had told him you would come out to meet him but either you had missed a text or he had just chosen on his own to come find you. Glancing back down to your phone, you furrow your brows when you don’t see any missed text before looking back up at him, confused.

“I was walking by and saw you here looking at the floor like it was the Mona Lisa. Ready to go?”

Watching you look around like you are afraid you will get caught, Mingyu laughs, reaching for your hand, causing you to gasp in surprise at the action.

“It’s the last day of classes before a three day weekend, baby. You are literally one of the last people in this building. The rest of the students are out finding something fun to do. Let’s do the same thing.”

Your cheeks were burning as you pulled yourself closer to Mingyu to keep your hand and his hidden from anyone who might be looking. You weren’t sure why it really mattered but it was still making you feel self conscious. You were both adults. You could date one another if you wanted to.

“Where are we going?”

When you finally speak, Mingyu grins, glancing down at you before gesturing towards his car parked near the staff parking lot, which causes you to whine.

“I–Y/N…Where did you expect me to be parked? Two blocks down? Hidden from sight? You act like we are committing some sort of crime.”

Mingyu sighs only to laugh when you pout up at him, feeling bad for putting him in a difficult situation. You watch him unlock his car and pull open the passenger side door before he finally lets go of your hand in place of running in over his short locks.

“You are so fucking cute. Just get in…  We can talk about where we are going once we are on the road.”

He wanted to kiss you already. You were still pouting a bit and your lips looked so kissable. They looked a bit bitten with the color you had worn today and all Mingyu could imagine was leaving you breathless and your lips swollen from kissing them so much.

Nodding, you take one last look around before dropping your bag into the floorboard and sliding into the passenger seat, only to marvel a bit at how nice the car actually was. You knew what his job was and you knew he couldn’t be getting paid that much but then the thought dawned on you that you saw the amount of tips he was pulling in for his streams and that didn’t cover the money he was probably getting from other avenues.

Sliding behind the wheel with a soft grunt, Mingyu reaches up to pull down his sunglasses from his visor to put them on before glancing over at you with a small cheeky grin. You recognized those too. He had been wearing them in a selfie he had taken on his Instagram; they were Chanel and you could only imagine how much something like that could cost.

“Nice glasses…”

Shrugging, Mingyu backs out of his spot and pulls his car out onto the road, letting his palm rest on the gearshift as his fingers lazily drum a gentle beat onto the stereo display.

“Thank you. They were a gift.”

A gift. Pursing your lips, you glance out the window with a nod, wondering who would be buying him Chanel sunglasses. Mingyu watches as you play with a ring on your index finger, twisting it out of nerves or just lost in thought.

“Do you want to know by who?”

You scoff before even realizing it is coming out of your mouth, causing Mingyu to laugh as he glances over at you once again.

“Wow, jealous? They were a gift from my sister. She works in the fashion industry and sometimes gets things for free. This was one of them. I said I liked them so she told me to keep them.”

Biting your tongue, you feel the heat rising in your face as you glance over to Mingyu, seeing him still smiling at you. He didn’t look mad; he was just amused. You had no reason or excuse to be jealous. You barely knew him, even if it felt like you had known him forever. Watching his shows didn’t mean that you knew the real him.

“Sorry. I really don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

Mingyu shrugs, leaning his head back on the headrest, before offering you another smile. He knew it was going to be awkward at first. There was no way it couldn’t be. It wasn’t like he had made this very easy for you in the first place.

“It’s fine. You can only take what you see at face value and it’s not like I’ve given you probably the best new first impression of me.”

Shaking your head, you turn towards Mingyu, slightly letting out a breath as you really give him a once over. He was handsome—incredibly handsome. You already knew that from your classes but you had never really had the chance to just look at him up close for this long. But now you could tell even more that he and the camboy of your dreams were the same person. From the freckle on the tip of his nose to the curve of his lips.

“But I shouldn’t assume. It’s just…  Your car is really nice and your glasses are nice. I’ve seen the tips you make for your shows so I assumed you had a sugar momma or something.”

Mingyu’s smile makes it impossible for you not to smile in return. Your eyes travel over his jaw, up to his lips and to the tips of his canines that you remember obsessing over in his shows. Tightening his grip on the wheel, Mingyu chuckles quietly and shakes his head.

“No, no sugar mommas for me. The subscriptions, tips, and revenue from a couple of sponsorships bought this car and my apartment. I do alright.”

You had to admit that watching him like this, explaining his cam show like a job, was attractive. The idea of sponsorships blew your mind but then, as you thought back on it, there were a few well placed product names in his shows and the same brands were mentioned more than once. He was smart and that was something that made your stomach tighten with desire and anticipation.

“Mm…Where are we going? You never told me.”

Nodding, Mingyu glances back over to you, letting his eyes follow the length of your body turned slightly sideways in your seat to face him before he takes a breath at your thighs.

“Gonna pick up an early dinner and head over to my apartment. Call me selfish but I’d like to be alone with you.”

Your stomach was doing flips. You knew he had said he wanted to take you back to his apartment the night before but in practice, it was daunting. Biting your lip as you look down, you can only nod, muttering out a meek okay in response. Mingyu grins, shaking his head at how shy you get, his hand tightening on the gearshift to keep him from reaching over and tilting your head back up towards him.

“Cute…”

With bags in either hand and his keys hanging on his fingers, Mingyu grins at you as you watch him with a slight smile on your lips. You had watched him struggle to open his door but he had shooed you away, insisting he could handle it. Shaking your head, you follow him, glancing around his apartment as Mingyu stops to drop the bags onto the counter.

“Make yourself at home.”

Letting out a sigh, you lift your brows, feeling a bit overwhelmed with being in his space. It was a nice place—nothing incredibly fancy—but you could tell he was paying a pretty penny for it. Mingyu watches you wander for a moment as he takes the containers out of the bags, turning to take out a couple plates before clearing his throat.

“So I have water, some juice, uh..." Smiling as you turn back towards the kitchen, watching Mingyu turn suddenly domestic as he moves to his fridge, opening it to look at his drink options before he nods and continues his list. “Milk, protein powder, you know if you are into that sort of thing... or beer.”

Resting your arms on the counter, you laugh softly, meeting Mingyu’s eyes as he takes out a beer for himself, waiting for your answer. He smiles as his eyes drop to your lips as your teeth catch your bottom lip for a brief second, only to let it go with a soft sigh.

“Beer is good, though you tempted me with the protein powder.”

Laughing, Mingyu takes out a second beer, popping the cap open before sliding it to you as you glance at the large container of protein powder you had joked about, making him glance in its direction as you do.

“Who needs that much anyway?”

“I–me. People who work out regularly.”

Lifting your brow, you bring your beer to your lips, taking a sip and noticing how Mingyu’s eyes never leave you. Even as you lick your lips clean, his eyes seem to follow the swipe of your tongue over your lips before he picks up his beer to take a longer sip, his shoulders falling as if he is letting himself relax.

“As many gym selfies as you post, you must work out every day, Mingyu.”

You watch Mingyu’s head tilt, the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk as you peak his curiosity.

“You been looking at my Instagram?”

Shaking your head, you pull the stool out from the island to slide onto it as Mingyu works to plate the food. A shit eating look is on his face as you purse your lips, trying to think of how you would handle his question. There really was no reason to lie.

“Both of them, actually. I looked at them today. I didn’t follow them, so don’t get too excited.”

Mingyu bites at his cheek, sliding a plate towards you but it’s obvious that he is amused. He loved the idea of scrolling through his pictures, which made him think of the pictures he knew he had sent you in the past without even knowing it was you.

“That’s okay, babe. You don’t have to follow me. You can see the real thing anytime you want now.”

Your fork lifted midbite, and you stopped to look at Mingyu, feeling your cheeks burning. You knew you should be turned off by such a fuckboy response but you weren't when you had been watching his show for months at this point. Swallowing your saliva, you look at your plate, opting to take a breath before finally eating the food off the fork as Mingyu watches you with a smile on his face.

He was hungry but nothing on his plate was going to fill him up when you were sitting across his kitchen island from him. Even so, Mingyu kept himself in check, taking large bites of chicken and following it with a swig from his beer as you ate much slower, trying to keep your eyes averted from his watchful gaze.

“Are you that nervous around me? After all we’ve been through together already."

Scoffing against the lip of your beer bottle, you finally meet Mingyu’s eyes but you find that might have been a mistake when he smirks at you and you feel your stomach tighten. He was perfect. You had never had anyone look at you the way he did. Yes, he was looking at you like you were a meal but also like you were the only person on the planet, despite knowing there were thousands of girls in his chat daily watching his show begging for him.

“You didn’t know it was me and I wouldn’t call that going through something together. I’ve seen a lot more of you than you have of me, Gyu.”

Mingyu’s lips pick up at one side when you shorten his name. Leaning down to rest his arms on the counter, the man leans across it slightly towards you, glancing over your face, down to your covered breasts and back up to your eyes.

“Gyu? I like that.” Licking his lips, Mingyu tilts his head, gauging his next words, before smiling at you sweetly. “You’re right. You’ve seen my dick plenty of times but I’ve pictured you naked probably twice as many times. Thought about you on my dick, choking on it. You've heard all the shit I’ve said on my shows.”

He wasn’t wrong; you’d listened to his dirty talk and what he had said to the girl he fantasized about that you wished had been you. It was like a cruel turn of fate that it was you at this point. Furrowing your brows at Mingyu’s words, you shift on the stool, trying to fight the urge to push your thighs together as he recounts his dirty thoughts in front of you.

While you thought your movements were subtle, Mingyu’s eyes dropped immediately to your lap as he took a breath, pushing back from the island to stand at his full height. That was something you were still coming to terms with. You knew the man you were watching on the stream was large and you knew that Mingyu was a big man but seeing him in front of you like he was now was enough to take your breath away.

The way you were looking at Mingyu was making him feel even more feral than he had when you were trying to hide how you were rubbing your thighs together. Now he was fighting the urge to pounce on you where you sat.

“What’s the matter, pup? You are squeezing those thighs a lot. Did I say something you liked? Are you still hungry?”

Putting your fork down, you shift once again onto the stool as Mingyu moves around the kitchen to stand beside you, his hand resting on top of the counter. He was intimidating; not in a way that you thought he was a threat, but  more in a way that you knew you could lose yourself around him.

Swallowing hard, you lift your head, daring to look into his eyes as Mingyu bites down on his bottom lip, his head tilting as he waits for you to speak up. He wasn’t impatient, at least not yet. This is why he has asked for your afternoon. Afternoons could lead into nights and he had plenty of food and water to keep you sustained.

“I–maybe…”

Lifting his free hand to trail his fingers along your arm, Mingyu watches your lips fall open when he reaches your shoulder.

“Maybe? Are you this shy?”

Mingyu listens to a soft whine slip from between your lips when he takes a step towards you, his hand sliding along the side of your neck. His touch was light but he knew he was crowding your space now. But you weren’t running from him. Instead of turning towards him, you were leaning your head back, your back was arching, and his mouth was starting to water.

“Aw, baby… I remember what you told me last night. You want to be told what to do, don’t you? You don’t want to think, do you?”

Your eyes close at Mingyu’s words, your tongue running over your suddenly very dry lips at the idea of what he was saying to you as you felt his thumb pressing against the junction of your jaw and throat. When you nod, Mingyu groans under his breath, his fingers pressing into the back of your neck and pulling you up slightly as he leans down to brush his lips over yours as he speaks.

“Then just do what I tell you to do today. You don’t have to think about anything. I’ve got you.”

Falling back onto Mingyu’s bed, a breath slips from your lips as you look up at him, his knee resting between your legs. Most of your clothes had been discarded in the process of making it from the kitchen to Mingyu’s bedroom. Where you had been filled with apprehension before, all that was left was desire as the man you had been watching for months grinned down at you in appreciation of what he was seeing.

“Even better than I could have imagined. Fuck…I hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow, pup.”

You laugh quietly, not answering the question outright, as Mingyu leans down to press his lips to the top of your breast as his hand snakes behind your back to unclasp your bra. Feeling the garment give way, you lift your body slightly, letting him help you shimmy out of it, earning you another deep growl from his chest as he sees your breasts fully.

“Please…”

Your soft pleads were like an injection straight into Mingyu’s veins, causing him to get a renewed sense of purpose and energy. He had a feeling that he could feel spent, having fucked you multiple times, but if you said please to him like you just had, he would be hard in no time and have you pinned back on his bed.

“Please what? Do you even know?”

When you shake your head, Mingyu laughs into a groan. You were already so far gone and he had barely touched you. You were perfect. Sliding his hands along your sides, he works his fingers into the elastic of your pants, rocking them along your hips before tugging them down your legs so that you would be naked on his bed, just like he had pictured so many times before.

Taking a step back, Mingyu runs his hand over his mouth at the image in front of him. He was still fully clothed and perhaps that’s what made this even better. He could feel his cock pressing hard against his jeans, twitching every time you squirmed on the bed, begging for him to come back to you.

“I will, baby. Be patient. Shh, let me just—fuck. Let me look at you. I wanna remember this.”

Fingers scratching at the comforter under you and pulling it into your palms, you whimper as you feel your arousal begin to run from between your folds from just the desire to be touched. You didn’t want to wait but you also didn’t want to do anything Mingyu didn’t want you to do. It was almost embarrassing if you let yourself think about it how quickly you let yourself give into the idea of being his.

Shedding his shirt and jeans, Mingyu kicks the clothes from his path before doing the same with his briefs, only to stop short of his bed when he seems to come back to his senses. No matter how much he wanted you, he still had to be sure how he was going about this. He may want to lose himself in the moment but you were too important.

“Baby…Open your eyes. Hey, look at me. I have to ask you a question.”

Pouting, you force your eyes open and look at Mingyu as he leans on the bed with one knee. Leaning into his hand as he brushes his fingers over your hair, you look into Mingyu’s eyes as he searches your face to make sure you are paying attention before he smiles and nods.

“Are you on birth control?” Watching you nod, Mingyu nods along with you before following it up with his second question. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

That one makes you furrow your brows; you didn’t want to think about it, but Mingyu’s hand on your cheek, keeping your attention on his face, helps you focus as he tilts his head. A small sound of question from his mouth when you pause causes you to blink a few times as you consider it but then you think about his cum in all of his selfies and shake your head.

“No? You want me to come inside of you?”

“Please?”

“Fuck” is all Mingyu can think as his cock twitches, leaking onto his bedding when you basically beg him to cum inside of you. It was what he had wanted but he would have done whatever you wanted. Lowering his head, Mingyu smiles and nods, taking a breath to calm himself. You nudge your cheek into his hand, making Mingyu lift his head and look at you again.

“Okay. I just had to check. I know I said I'd do whatever to you, but if you ever want me to stop, just say red, okay? Think of a stop light, got it? I’ll listen to you.”

You nod and Mingyu feels like he is going to melt at how cute and perfect you look. He wanted to fuck you but he also wanted to keep you forever. He wanted to keep you in this bed and in his life. Shaking his head, Mingyu laughs to push the thought to the side for now as he leans to press his lips to yours, giving you a firm but sweet kiss that seems to help relax your mind right back to where it had been before he made you focus.

Groaning against your lips, Mingyu pulls back to look down at you as you slowly open your eyes, blinking up at him in anticipation. He wanted to ruin you for anyone else. Shaking his head, Mingyu pushes back on the bed, leaning on one arm so he can trail his hand along the length of your side as he just admires your body in full.

He could see you were rubbing your thighs together and it was driving him crazy. He had to see how wet you really were for him. Mingyu could hear the soft moans in your throat every time your hips lifted and your thighs pressed together so when he forced one of your legs to the side, all he could do was scoff.

“You’re making a mess of my bed, pup.”

The words make you whine, your neck and face heating up with embarrassment. Mingyu just grins, running his thumb along your slit and lightly feeling you jerk under his touch as you start to apologize.

“Why are you apologizing? I don’t want that… you’re beautiful. I can change my bed but this is a treat. Just watching you drip for me.”

You wanted him to do more than just watch. You needed more than just his light touch. You wanted all he had promised but your brain felt fuzzy and you were in no position, nor did you want to be, to tell him what to do as Mingyu smiled at you.

“Shit…Just look at you. All of this for me?”

It was phrased like a question but Mingyu knew you weren’t going to answer as he ran his index finger between your folds, collecting a bit of your arousal on his finger. He looks back into your eyes as he brings his finger to his lips, sucking it clean with an approving groan to your taste. He had known you were going to taste good. There was no way in his mind that you wouldn't; he just wasn’t prepared for how good you tasted.

Sliding down the bed, Mingyu wraps his arms around the back of your thighs, using his strength to tug your body closer to him. Looking up at the span of your body, Mingyu smiles, meeting your eyes even as his breath fans over your wet folds. You moan, feeling his fingertips press into your hips as he looks at your pussy so closely, hunger dripping from his eyes.

Without another word, Mingyu runs his tongue from your entrance to the top of your mouth, awarding himself with a drawn out moan from your parted lips. A shiver rolls through Mingyu’s body at the feeling of you against his tongue and the taste of you in his mouth. This had been his fantasy for so long that it was almost overwhelming to have it come true.

“Oh my god, baby..."

Mingyu’s words are a whisper but speaking so closely against your skin causes you to arch against his mouth, urging him to continue what he had started. Not wanting to keep you waiting, Mingyu just smiles against your pussy, then groans as his face relaxes and he runs his tongue from your dripping hole up into your soft folds, collecting your sweet arousal.

Your hands claw at the bedding as you feel the fire starting to burn in your abdomen and thighs. Mingyu’s left hand slides back under your leg to rest under his mouth as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. You whine his name, trying to lift your hips, when you feel his finger press into your entrance, only for your walls to clench around the digit as soon as it’s in.

“Needy… Were you clenching around nothing before?”

You nod and Mingyu laughs, his lips brushing over your sensitive clit, causing you to shift your hips away from him only to be pushed back down by his right hand, still holding you tightly. Slowly and gently, a second finger presses in beside the first before Mingyu pulls his fingers back towards his palm, listening to your breathy moans. You were angelic and he was struggling to not go too fast and fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace just to watch you gush around them.

“So fucking warm and soft. I could get addicted to this, pup. Imagine if this is what they saw on my stream. My fingers fucking your pussy... God, they’d lose their fucking minds. What if they just got a picture of my fingers buried inside of you?”

When you tighten around his fingers, Mingyu grins, leaning to kiss your thigh, pushing his fingers into you deeper, and turning his hand so that his thumb can rub circles around your swollen clit.

“You like that? You want me to take that picture?”

Glancing around his bed, Mingyu watches you nod out of the corner of his eye before he reaches for his phone with his right hand, only leaning back enough to snap the picture before leaning back down to spit on your pussy and his fingers and repeating the process.

“I don’t know if I want to share them or be greedy as fuck.”

You feel the phone hit the bed but you don’t care to look as you feel Mingyu’s thumb push around his spit and your arousal. Your orgasm was right on the edge and it was clear that he could tell with the intensity that took over him. He wanted your orgasm as much as you did.

His mouth back on your pussy, Mingyu groans your name as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. He could feel your cum around his fingers and he wanted it on his tongue. He wanted you on his lips. You whine about the loss of his fingers but the feeling of his tongue pressing into you makes up for any loss you once felt as Mingyu’s tongue all but fucks your cum back into you.

Feeling your fingers running through his hair, Mingyu pulls back a dazed look in his eyes to see your chest rising and falling quickly as you come down from your orgasm. Your thighs were twitching and even the lightest touch to your folds would grant him a high pitched whine from your lips.

“So damn sensitive. I could listen to that all day. Are you okay?”

Nodding, you run your fingers along Mingyu’s side and then along his abs as he moves to lean over you. Mingyu’s lips glide over yours in a slow, deep kiss that seems almost too sensual for two people who barely knew each other but neither of you pull away. Instead, Mingyu smiles against your lips first when he feels your fingers running along his skin along his chest a few moments later, your knee resting against his hip and his mind pictures doing this a year from now.

“Come here, pup. I want to see that pretty ass.”

Sliding back on the bed, Mingyu helps you roll over on your stomach, his hand sliding around your stomach as you move to your knees. He watches as you rest your cheek on your arms, keeping your ass up in the air for him. It was a perfect image and his cock was leaking heavily at how perfect you were. Running his hand along your ass, Mingyu lifts it quickly only to bring it down once, rubbing over the spot as you gasp and whine at the feeling of him spanking you.

“Comfortable?”

It was a real question but Mingyu just smirked as you hummed in response instead of actually answering him. You were so far gone; he could do almost anything to you and you would be just fine at this point. Leaning down, Mingyu presses a kiss on your ass before moving to his knee and gripping his cock with his left hand so he can line himself up with you and ease himself in slowly.

Furrowing your brows, you dig your nails into your arm at the feeling of the stretch, even as Mingyu goes slowly. Your mind was blank up until the moment he started to thrust into you and now all you saw were stars. All there was in your mind was Mingyu and his cock. Gasping for a breath, you press your forehead down into the bedding, letting out a moan when Mingyu’s hips rest against your ass, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Shh…I’ll just stay here. You’re doing so good, baby. Holy shit, you feel so good. Let me know if it’s too much.”

The painful stretch fades almost as quickly as it hit you, a euphoric, full feeling taking over and you find yourself wanting him to move. You find yourself wanting to be filled over and over again by him until you are full of his cum. You feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment at your own thoughts, even as Mingyu groans, leaning his head back, feeling your pussy clamping around him as you think about him feeling you up.

“I–I’m gonna move. You’re killing me. Gonna make me cum too fast if I don’t. It’s like you want my cum right now. Is that it, baby? Huh?”

With his hips meeting yours in rhythmic motions, Mingyu runs his left hand along your back soothingly as you whimper his name, almost like a prayer getting drunk off of him. You weren’t answering his questions but he didn’t need the answers when your pussy was talking for you. He could feel you were getting closer, just like you had around his fingers.

Leaning over your back, Mingyu runs his mouth over your shoulder as his hips rut against your ass, pushing his cock deeply inside of you as he listens to your cries, not realizing tears were actually falling over your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. It isn’t until Mingyu leans back, pulling your back against his chest so he can rest his cheek against your head, that he realizes that you are crying and it makes him slow only for a moment.

“Color, Y/N?”

Muttering green three times, you wrap your hand around Mingyu's, which rests over your stomach, keeping him close to you. With the assurance that you are okay, Mingyu rests his lips against your temple and rolls his hips up hard and fast against your ass, feeling your cum running down his cock as the coil inside of you snaps.

Watching you orgasm was one of Mingyu’s new favorite things in the world. It ranked up there with eating his favorite foods and watching his favorite movies. Right now, he would put it at the top of the list as his own climax teetered at the edge until you turned your head to look at him and your lips parted, a fucked out look on your face and he knew he did that.

You knew the signs of Mingyu’s climax. The way his voice would change, the way his mouth would part, and now you knew the look in his eyes when it happened. That was your favorite part and it didn’t matter how far gone you were in your own orgasm, you would never forget that look as the warmth of Mingyu’s cum began to fill you up and spill out onto your thighs with each of his thrusts.

“Gyu…”

He couldn’t handle you saying his name like that. Not while he was cumming inside of you this hard. Leaning you back down onto the bed, Mingyu groans into your ear, burying himself deep inside of you with one last thrust. With both of his arms caging you down onto the bed, Mingyu tries to catch his breath as he feels you trying to do the same under his weight.

After another moment of silence, Mingyu listens to your soft whimper when his cock slips from you and he moves to lay beside you. It sounded like you were disappointed to be empty and that was almost devastating. How could he stand this? You were going to be the death of him.

"Baby, fuck, are you okay?”

You smile and Mingyu melts once again. You looked so happy and at peace. You had said you didn’t like to think and he had accomplished that. Running his hand over your back, Mingyu smiles, leaning to press a kiss to your lips, feeling you return the kiss.

Your brows furrow, feeling the bed shift but you can’t find the strength to open your eyes but somehow you know Mingyu’s not in the bed with you anymore. It’s colder and there is a missing weight. You were enjoying his weight. He was like a perfect weighted blanket. A frown quickly takes over your expression as you whine and try to turn over, finding yourself exhausted.

“No, no…shhh. I’m just in the bathroom. I’m starting the shower. I’ll carry you. Then I’ll change the bed and we can get back in bed.”

Who were you to argue with any of that?

Several hours later, you wake up to a warm sheet and a heavy arm covering your body. The smell of bodywash that wasn’t yours fills your nose but then the memories of Mingyu washing your body flood your memories and you can’t help but smile as your cheeks burn. It hadn’t been a dream. None of it had.

You can feel the soreness in your thighs and in between your legs but its a good pain. The pain you won’t regret.

Turning in Mingyu’s arms, you watch him sleep for a moment, unable to stop the way your lips pull up into another smile as he smacks his lips in his sleep as he starts to wake up. You hadn’t meant to wake him up but just the movement was enough.

His eyelids flutter open, and Mingyu’s lips pull up slowly, seeing you awake and more coherent. You had been so out of it during the shower and he had barely gotten you to drink part of a bottle of water but now your eyes were bright and you were smiling at him. That made him feel good.

“Hey…”

Mingyu watches you bury your nose against the pillow and he can’t help but chuckle at how shy you are, even after he had fucked you dumb in his bed just a few hours earlier.

“Stop that. Come here.”

Pulling you towards him, Mingyu presses his lips against yours and feels you melt into the kiss and against his body. He was so warm; you felt safe but a bit out of place and confused about what came next.

“That’s nice.”

You smile and nod in agreement, causing Mingyu to lean his head back and look at you.

“Talk to me. What’s on your mind, babe?"

“What…do I just go home now?”

Laughing, Mingyu shakes his head before rolling on his back and looking up at the ceiling, letting you rest on his arm under your head.

“I don’t want you to. I mean, hell. I took pictures of you during sex and I won’t lie…one of you sleeping. I don’t just take pictures of random girls on my phone. I want to do this again. Not just the sex. The date part. I like you, Y/N.”

Turning on Mingyu’s arm, you smile but try to hide it, only causing Mingyu to feel your warm cheek drawing his attention to you. With another laugh, Mingyu reaches over to push at your warm cheek playfully as he bites at his lip, furrowing his brow questioningly.

“What do you want to do?”

Nudging your cheek against his fingers, you smile and pull your legs up under the covers, feeling a bit smaller at his question. You knew what you wanted but even hearing his confession, it felt silly. It took looking into his eyes and seeing the vulnerable look there to make you do the same.

“I want to stay. I like you too, Gyu.”

Grinning, Mingyu turns back towards you, leaning to kiss you once more and reaching to tilt your face more towards his as you laugh against his lips.

“Then it’s settled.”

He was incorrigible but you liked it. Shaking your head, you sigh against his lips, thinking about the other things he had said.

“It is... also, I want to see the pictures on your phone of me, and maybe you can post one of the pictures to your account.”

His brows lifting, Mingyu feels his cock react to your words. The idea of posting pictures with you was giving him way too many ideas and he wanted to give you time to recharge before he fucked you back into his mattress.

“Fuck…really?”

Laughing, you nod as Mingyu runs his nails along the side of your neck and you feel his body press closer to yours.

"Okay, yeah, I’ll get my phone.”

When Mingyu starts to move, you hold on to him and shake your head, making him laugh this time as he looks into your eyes, letting you kiss him this time before you speak on his lips.

“In a bit, just stay with me for a while longer first.”

Humming against your lips, Mingyu nods and rolls you on your back, deepening the kiss, knowing there was no rush now with you right where he had always pictured you, with him.

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[ghostofhyuck]

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲. ✧₊⁺

Mafia Boss! Park Jisung x Wife! Reader

Summary: “Do you even know who you married?”

cw: mentions of violence, death, murder, and blood. Jisung is a bit insane here but that’s what makes him hot though. 

AN: I can’t take this seriously because I’m using Andy instead of Jisung IJBOL. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You were shaking. Hands cold yet tightly gripping on the gun. You stood there in darkness, silence devouring you and your husband. 

“What? Come on, shoot me,” his deep voice echoed through the void. From the dim light of the kitchen, you can see his sinister smile, teasing, with a smirk on his lips. Nevermind that he’s covered with the blood of whoever he slaughtered, all you knew was that the person standing in front of you is not the person you married. 

“I’m waiting, you know that?” Jisung smiled, even leaning forward, resting his forehead at the tip of the gun. He stares at you cold, and you swore that he became a monster. 

In a minute of silence, no one moved. You couldn’t help but to lightly push the gun forward to him, and yet he remained unfazed. He’s only staring at your soul, waiting for your next move. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and in a split second, you dropped onto your knees. Your hands still holding the gun, as you tried to catch your breath. You can’t. You just can’t imagine ending the life of your lover. You couldn’t. Not when your love for him is too strong despite the betrayal that he just did. 

Jisung kneels in front of you, his hands grabbing your wrist and snatching the gun away from you. You watched him observe the gun, smiling, “You don’t even know how to load a gun.” he said, placing it at the top of the kitchen counter. 

He glances at you, slightly caressing your cheeks and you couldn’t help but flinch at his touch. “I knew you couldn’t do it,” he whispered to you and you don’t know if he was disappointed by your actions or he was relieved

“I’m sorry Andy…I’m really sorry,” you cried. Tears started to flow only for him to swipe it gently. 

“It’s okay love, I understand why,” he assured, but in a split second, you saw how his expression darkened. “Now tell me what happened here while I was gone.” 

You could only stare, trying to recall earlier events. 

 You didn’t expect that police officers would show up at the footsteps of your door on a random Tuesday afternoon. 

“Is Park Jisung home?” the female police officer asked immediately, you raised an eyebrow. 

“I think you got the wrong address,” you answered. 

“You’re yn ln right?” she asked, and you only nod. “Well then, I guess your husband hid his identity from you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Can we come in for a minute?” 

Onto the next few hours, you didn’t expect to be interrogated by them. They asked you about your husband, where did you meet him and do you even know what he does in his job. They kept on pushing you for answers but you were clueless about the accusations. 

You told them your truth. You met Jisung at a club in Seoul, he introduced himself as “Andy Park” and said he just got home from studying abroad. You two immediately hit off. Went several dates and became exclusive after a few months. A year into being together and you agreed to marry him. You felt like there’s no need to take things longer since you can see your future with Jisung. He was serious and was loyal to you. You two never fought and had a healthy relationship.

You two have been married for almost five years now. You two promised to focus on each other’s careers, that’s why both of you are childless. You know that Jisung works as a businessman, specifically on human resources, while you’re a freelance digital artist. 

You never suspected Jisung to be working for an underground gang. You were clueless. You told them that numerous times but they were sceptical. You explained that he does arrive home late but you thought that just him being workaholic. You convinced them that you’re innocent, not even knowing that your husband’s real name is ‘Park Jisung.’

“Do you know Prosecutor Seo?” the officer asked. You shake your head.

She gave you a picture of a man in his fifties along with your husband. They seemed to be having a serious conversation. The picture was angled as if someone was watching them from afar.

“I told you many times, I never meddled with my husband’s career. I don’t know him and his affiliations with Andy,” you told them with a serious tone. 

The officers both glanced at each other. The lady lets out a sigh, grabbing another photo of a crime scene. 

“A few weeks earlier, Mr. Kim, a mayoral candidate, was found dead in his hotel room. We suspected that it was a hitman who did it, since there’s no signs of forced entry,” she explained. You only become quiet as she explains it to you slowly. 

“During investigation, we found out that Prosecutor Seo was behind the murder, but in order to not get his hands dirty, he hired Park Jisung to assassinate Mr. Kim.” 

Hearing those words felt as if something heavy crashed onto you. Suddenly everything became blurry to you and you were frozen. You couldn’t believe it. How is it that that shy and sweet husband of yours is behind a murder case. You tried to grab the glass of water but due to your shaky hands, you dropped it, startling the two. 

“I’m sorry…it m-might’ve slipped,” you stuttered. You tried to stand up to get a tissue but the male officer stood up first. 

“This must be a lot to take,” the female officer said with a weary tone. “I’m sorry you have to discover this way.”

“Are you going to arrest him?” you asked instead.

“No,” the officer sternly said. “We were ordered to take Park Jisung out.”

“N-no! You mean —”

“An order from the higher up,” she explained. “I’m sorry but your husband was too stupid for killing an influential man.” 

You only became quiet. You don’t know what to do. You feel defeated, betrayed, and worried by the fate of your husband. You felt overwhelmed by the revelations told to you. You didn’t even notice that tears are starting to stream down your eyes. You couldn’t help but to bite onto your fingernails, a thing that you do when you’re anxious — 

“But don’t worry, we can help you. We know how hard it is to understand things, but I hope you understand that your husband is a criminal,” she said to you with a serious tone. 

“How?” you asked, defeated. 

She only became quiet, placing a gun in front of you. 

“So that’s why you have a gun,” Jisung nonchalantly said. Grabbing the gun once again. “Got to give them kudos for giving you an illegal gun too.” 

“Andy…” you muttered. 

“No more ‘love’? I understand,” he chuckles. Jisung turns around and looks at you, who's sitting at the chair.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel guilty for hiding his identity to you. But it was for the best. He was afraid of scaring you off, that you might think of him as a dangerous man. But Jisung knows that his works aren’t ethical either. He also knew how much you would worry about his work and career if you knew. The underground scene is dangerous and illegal, but Jisung finds solace in that place. It’s no different to their government and leaders. At some point, all of them went running through gang members and bosses for illegal activities. 

And to think that the police officer forced you to kill him was hypocritical. They weren’t any different from him. 

“Look, I’m sorry for hiding this from you,” he said sincerely. “I just don’t want you to be involved with my career, it’s risky and I don’t want to put you in any danger.” 

Part of him was afraid that you turned your back on him. He’s afraid of you leaving him after revealing his true identity. He knows how ruthless and cold he can be, and it’s that side of him that he promises to not show to you. 

“And what!? You’ll continue hiding it from me until you die!?” you shouted, but you were only welcomed by Jisung’s hands on your shoulders. 

“No! It’s just — I fucked up. No, my men fucked up,” Jisung tried to explained. “Goddamn, if only they were more careful with their actions, then this wouldn’t happen.”

“What did you do?” you asked slowly, eyes darting at the bloodstained shirt of his. 

“Just a small punishment for being stupid, it’s not your concern,” Jisung smiles. “I went home like this on purpose because I know what’s going to happen.” 

You only became quiet. Jisung glances at the cupboard, and points at it. “I have eyes everywhere love, I got to be sure you’re safe.” 

“So you knew?”

“Always one step ahead from them,” he smirks. “Now love, I’m going to be honest with you.” 

Jisung gently removes his hands from your shoulders and places them on your hands. Something that he does to make you feel safe. “I know that you’re overwhelmed with everything, and you are having a hard time trusting me too. I’m sorry, and as much as I want to explain everything to you, we are running out of time.” 

You only stared at him for a minute. That assured Jisung that you’re listening. “Any minute now, they might return to our place and take it upon themselves if you fail to kill me. Now, they might also do the same with you.” 

“They told me they will not touch me,” you explained. 

“We can’t be sure about that,” Jisung rebutted. “Now, are you with me? Chenle’s waiting for us at the port. A boat going to Hong Kong is waiting for us. We can start new, hide ourselves from the world, and maybe…” he kisses your forehead fondly. “Have kids now. You don’t have to worry about anything, just trust me in this one please yn.” 

You looked at Jisung, and finally, saw the man that you married. The man that you exchanged vows with and promised you to put your safety against any things.

You thought that you were a fool for marrying him early due to the revelations earlier, but you know that your heart is telling you something else. As you caressed Jisung’s cheeks, you couldn’t help but to smile bitterly as you nod. You saw how Jisung’s eyes lightened up and how his hands squeezed your cheeks. 

“I know that you wouldn’t put me in danger, love,” you whispered to him. 

“Of course I won’t. God, I love you so much,” he confesses. Pulling you for another kiss once again. You couldn’t help but to kiss him back. Eager and longing, as if you two haven’t seen each other for a decade. 

“Pack light okay? Just important things that you need, we need to leave before midnight,” Jisung told you as you two broke the kiss.

You only nod, watching him grab your hands once again, gently squeezing it. That’s when you noticed the sudden change of his expression. 

“Where’s your ring?” he asked. 

“Oh! I placed it on my jewelry box —”

“Good,” he said in a serious tone. “From now on, don’t you ever remove it from you.”

[roseykat]

ROSEY’S KINKTOBER SPECIAL

GENERAL INFORMATION

Helloooo! I’m going to be running a Kinktober for the first time next month! I’m excited because I have a lot of ideas and whatnot so please find the list of dates, titles, and concepts below. As always with my content, I post R18 NSFW content so I advise anyone who is under the age of 18 to refrain from reading/engaging with my posts and future posts!

🌹OCT.1 - Car sex - Bang Chan

Same coin, different faces: Despite not being together with Chan anymore, you somehow end up in the back of his car...fogging up the windows.

🌹OCT.3 - Erotic Massage - Changbin 

These hands were made for you: Changbin innocently asks if you can give him a massage but doesn't expect to become so horny and aroused by it.

🌹OCT.5 - BDSM - Felix

Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream: A BDSM scene that takes place between you and soft dom Felix.

🌹OCT.7 - Voyeurism - Jeongin

Weeding out the Weak: After almost two weeks of Jeongin not allowing you to touch yourself, greed finally makes you cave which only leads you to be caught by him in his bed trying to get yourself off. Despite pleading to Jeongin for him to fuck you, he finds a better solution of only giving you half of what you want.

🌹OCT.9 - Threesome - Minho + Jisung

Eat, sleep, play: This one shot looks into the dynamics of an established polyamourous relationship between you and Minsung, along with an account of what Jisung likes to call ‘play time’.

🌹OCT.11 - Aftercare - OT8 blurb version 

Blanket of Safety: An OT8 blurb version of how each other members take care of you after intense and/or vanilla sex.

🌹OCT.13 - Squirting - Hyung Line Version 

Come as you please Part 1: A blurb version of how each of the Hyung line members reacts to making you squirt.

🌹OCT.15 - Squirting - Maknae Line Version 

Come as you please Part 2: A blurb version of how each of the Maknae line members reacts to making you squirt.

🌹OCT.17 - Freelance - Seungmin 

Don't Bite the Hand that Feeds You: Featuring Seungmin as your lecturer's student assistant whose personality is just as harsh as he fucks.

🌹OCT.19 - Hate fuck - Minho 

Venom Biter: The end of a relationship between you and Minho turns as sour as it could ever get. A lovers to enemies trope.

🌹OCT.21 - Top/bottom dynamic - Jisung 

Hell’s Baby: Jisung, who is not a jock but friends with many, comes across as a seemingly dominant person. It’s not until you shatter that facade of his, only to find out that he’s a switch, mainly leaning towards a bottom, wanting desperately to be put in his place.

POWER WEEK

🌹OCT.23 - Dry humping - Hyunjin

Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire: Hyunjin can't get neither his or your clothes off in time for him to fuck you. Unfortunately, he has to resort to and put up with another measure.

🌹OCT.24 - Phone sex - OT8 version

I can’t see you, but I can hear you: An OT8 blurb version of each of the members engaging in phone sex with the reader.

🌹OCT.25 - Threesome - Bang Chan + Felix

Some things are better left unknown: After suspecting your two roommates of potentially being in a relationship, there's more to just that when you discover one of them actually has a crush on you.

🌹OCT.26 - Sensory play - Jeongin

Table manners and Bible Studies: Jeongin, a churchgoer who is also a very sexual person, likes to immerse both you and himself in the realm of sensory play, among other things as well.

🌹OCT.27 - Brat Taming - Seungmin

If the collar fits: Seungmin can't stand brats. But he is more than willing to train one into submission no matter how hard it is for him.

🌹OCT.28 - Cuckolding - Bang Chan

Open Game: This one shot involves, you, Bang Chan, an invitation to an exclusive sex club, and a whole heap of memories that he’s never going to forget.

🌹OCT.31 - Halloween special

Yet to be decided… 

I can’t wait to get into next month so stay tuned for updates or any changes!

Rose xxx

[chosoguapo]

𝒥𝒥𝒦 𝑀𝐸𝒩 𝒲𝐼𝒯𝐻 𝒮𝒜𝒩𝑅𝐼𝒪 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟𝒮 x black fems! ⤷ content: just a lot of fluff really and some suggestive stuff but nothing descriptive. itadori & megumi are aged up to 18 (to seem more exclusive since i think you can imagine them like this at anytime), but it’s all for fluff reasons. Merry Christmas ❤️💚🤍

signed mumu . . . just fun hdcs with our favorite jjk men, some suggestive content, but nothing overly descriptive. any kind of support is appreciated buns <3 @hoori @ifuckslasherz @scarfac3 @sukuette @pekejs @yeagersex | banner credit to @cafekitsune

itadori with a hello kitty girlfriend

❤︎ we saw this coming, what can i say two main characters belong together. you both enjoy being out all the time, whether that’s just spending time with each or friends. just being out and about with each other.

❤︎ a lot of times people like to think itadori doesn’t have a girlfriend when he mentions he does have one. the way he goes on and on to brag about you to his closest friends. you’d think you’re some fictional character from a game, but no you are his and only his!

megumi with a pochacco girlfriend

❤︎ there is never a dull moment between the two of you. as you both can make the smallest things into a competition between each other. let anyone simply ask “who’s better at ___?” you both are jumping at the opportunity to beat the others ass.

❤︎ the way you two ended up together is a mystery to yourself, but also so funny. your brother was a delinquent that often got into arguments with other students. just this one time he decided to bother megumi which didn’t end well for him. of course you went to go stand up for your brother and cuss out the jackass you put his hands on your family. but let’s just say…. you got completely distracted and ended up bonding with the guy? you overheard him talking about one of your favorite special interests and couldn’t help but join in. it’s rare that you find someone else who deeply loves something like you.

nanami with a melody girlfriend

❤︎ nanami with his melody girlfriend are such a odd but complimenting couple. the both of you have an understanding, you love being the “traditional girlfriend” while he loves being a “traditional boyfriend.” basically he provides for you while you spend his money on all your precious desires (he prefers it this way).

❤︎ often you find yourself on top of nanami almost every night. often you find yourself having silly little nightmares from recent horror movies you’ve watched, but nanami is always there to comfort you. he hovers over, without letting you feel any of his weight. “here take melody” he tucks her into you and kiss you on the head before cuddling up with you.

geto with batz a maru girlfriend

❤︎ oh boy! two people who look like absolute meanies but care so deeply for the ones who know them best. relationship consists of you two constantly picking on each other or just plain embarrassing the other.

❤︎ geto’s most fondest memory with you is when you both first met for a blind date. it was at a bar that is now only but a block away from where you both call home. he remembers you getting so drunk that you couldn’t even properly write your signature that night. geto had never seen someone show how genuine they are with their real personality, jokes, and being loud as hell. he loved that you didn’t feel the need to hide yourself for others benefit.

gojo with a cinnamoroll girlfriend

❤︎ you know how everyone loves the girlfriend that speaks for their boyfriend when the waiter gets his food wrong? well that’s the dynamic you and gojo have, but he’s the one who speaks up for you.

❤︎ sometimes you find that a lot of your cinnamoroll plushies are missing and that because of no one other than you boyfriend. gojo enjoys taking them and putting them in his office to dress them up as a mini version of him. “doesn’t he look way better with my shades on” he proudly displays cinnamoroll with a mini version of the outfit he has on.

sukuna with a kuromi girlfriend

❤︎ naturally sukuna would gravitate towards a kuromi girl. someone that’s just as rebellious and mischievous as him, but also girly at the same time.

❤︎ sukuna loves getting reactions out of you. something like hiding your favorite plushie. can get you so heated and he loves seeing that side of you come out. when you come to him to ask where he placed it, he always pretends he has no clue as to what you’re chatting about. “oh, you’re talking about that black and purple plushies of yours right?” “yes!” “ i don’t recall ever seeing it love” he says with a wink.

choso with a mocha girlfriend

❤︎ you two are the perfect example of a pink aesthetic girlfriend with a black aesthetic boyfriend. do people constantly question you both being together because of your different aesthetics? yes, but doesn’t choso give them a death stare for it? absolutely yes!

❤︎ choso is too shy to admit it to you but he loves cuddling you or just being able to touch you in anyway you allow him to. he prefers to sleep in your room filled up to the brim with pink and he cherishes every second of it.

toji with a choco cat girlfriend

❤︎ a mischievous and carrying boyfriend with the laid back girlfriend that’s friendly. dare i say that how toji acts with you is like a golden retriever but in a black cat form. he’s does all the carrying and doting things regular boyfriends do, but he always had to remind you who he is at heart. which is a childish man with a fat cock!

❤︎ toji knows how self-conscious you get when going to the gym. not because of the curves you possess, but because you feel like you’re doing the workouts completely wrong. which is why he always has to be your hype man at the gym. while your taking pictures for your social media hes right behind you slapping your ass. “beautiful just beautiful” he says as he slaps your ass again and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

[deliciousspecimen]

Verosika x male!reader dating headcannons please

A/N: Of course, @ultimategraffitiguy! Verosika is one of my favorites :}

Mine, Loud and Clear

Verosika x Male!Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes, Possessiveness/Jealousy, Arguments/Conflict

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- Verosika was the one who made the first move: Obviously, she knew what she wanted the second she laid eyes on (Y/N) and didn't waste a second before flirting shamelessly, practically daring him not to fall for her.

- At first, (Y/N) thought he was just another target for her to toy with: But when she started genuinely caring whether he texted her back or if he smiled at her during a date, she realized she was in deeper than she meant to be.

- He surprised her by not being easy to push around: Not hostile, but just solid enough that he didn’t let her walk all over him. That infuriated and attracted her all at once.

- In public, Verosika loves flaunting their relationship: Clinging to his arm, stealing kisses, tracing a claw up his chest with a mischievous smirk while other demons stare. "What? You think I'm gonna hide how hot my man is? Dream on."

- Dates are extravagant if she plans them: Exclusive clubs, private concerts, trips to weird, beautiful corners of Hell- but (Y/N) tends to suggest things like movies, walks through busy streets, or greasy, hole-in-the-wall diners. Somehow, she ends up loving his ideas even more.

- Verosika flirts like breathing: Constantly, effortlessly, shamelessly. She'll whisper dirty things right in (Y/N)'s ear in the middle of a crowded room just to watch him blush and stammer like a fool.

- Her favorite thing? Making him squirm: She’ll drag a finger up his thigh under the table, lean in way too close, brush her fangs against his ear as she pretends to "ask a question"- all while acting totally innocent if anyone notices.

- (Y/N) learned quickly that challenging her only makes her worse: "You’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna rattle me, babe." Cue Verosika grabbing him by the collar and proving she absolutely can rattle him.

- Possessive as hell… but fun about it: If another demon so much as looks at him the wrong way, she’ll pull him into a kiss so deep and smug it leaves him dizzy. When they pull away, she'll smirk at the onlookers with a "he's mine, back off" kind of look.

- She loves leaving marks: Hickeys low on his neck, nail scratches on his back, lipstick smudges on his mouth- anything to make sure everyone knows who he's with.

- (Y/N) finds out she's extremely physical when she’s really in the mood: grabbing, pinning, climbing into his lap without warning, sitting in his chair and pulling him down into a kiss until he's gasping.

- Dirty talk? Constant. Merciless: "Careful how you look at me, sweetheart... I might have to drag you somewhere private and ruin you." She loves watching his face heat up- it’s almost a game to see how fast she can get him flustered.

- She teases him about his reactions nonstop: "Aww, look at you. All red for me? You're adorable." And if he tries to flip it and tease her? Good luck. Verosika loves a challenge- she'll escalate until he's the one begging for mercy.

- When she’s feeling extra playful, she’ll dress just a little more scandalous if she knows they’re going somewhere public: Tiny skirts, plunging tops, tail flicking at his knees- all so he struggles to keep it together while she acts totally innocent.

- But it’s not just physical: Sometimes, when they're alone and it’s quiet, she’ll crawl into his lap, bury her face against his neck, and mumble soft, sultry promises against his skin. (Y/N) can always tell when it's not just teasing- when it’s real and vulnerable underneath all the heat.

- Verosika loves when he gets bold: If (Y/N) ever turns the tables- like grabbing her waist and pinning her to the wall mid flirt- it drives her crazy. She loves that tiny flash of dominance from him, especially because she knows she’s the only one who gets to see it.

- (Y/N) learned quickly that Verosika is a jealous creature, even if she tries to play it cool: If anyone flirts with him, she immediately stakes her claim- usually with a kiss that leaves him dizzy and the offender looking for the nearest exit.

- But behind closed doors, she softens: She loves sprawling across (Y/N)'s chest after a long day, her wings loosely draped over him, lazily tracing little patterns over his skin with her nails while they talk about absolutely nothing important.

- Verosika secretly treasures the little, normal things he does: Holding the door open for her, tucking her hair behind her ear, bringing her a drink without her asking. She’ll tease him mercilessly about it, but she will have the biggest smile on her face the whole time.

- Whenever she’s stressed or overwhelmed (which happens more than she’ll admit), she finds herself instinctively seeking him out: Even if it's just to sit next to him while she works through her thoughts. He’s one of the only people she trusts enough to see her without all the glamour. No makeup, no elaborate outfits, no show. Just Verosika- tired, gorgeous, and real.

- When they fight (because they do), it's explosive: lots of shouting, dramatic exits, slamming doors- but (Y/N) never lets her go to bed angry. He’ll find a way back to her, even if it’s just leaning against her door and muttering a stubborn, half-sincere "I’m not leaving until you hear me out." - Verosika never thought she'd settle down: She never even amused the idea she would care so much about someone else's happiness, but (Y/N) somehow made it feel easy- normal, even. She still won't admit she's "soft," though. Not yet.

[twink-remus-lupin]

Can autumn in the year of 2024 be “slutty little waist Remus” season? 😩🍂

Just imagine Sirius getting his hands under that sweater and drooling.

UGHH YESS

pre-dating wolfstar: remus loses a bet and has to wear exclusively crop tops for a week. he starts to genuinely enjoy how he looks in them and wears them every once in a while just for fun.

during the fall he starts cropping a few of his less worn sweaters and band shirts, pairing them with a leather jacket he stole from sirius

marlene pierces his belly button around 6th year and it drives sirius up a fucking wall

remus starts wearing low cut pants to show off his midriff as soon as he realizes how into it sirius is

lily gets him super into waist chains and he has a collection in different colors to match whatever he’s wearing (yes they also have matching ones with little moons and lilies on them)

remus finally finds his confidence when he realizes that at some point along the way he stopped caring what other people thought and let his scars be visible

sirius continues to lose his shit but finally confesses and they end up dating

it gets so much worse

sirius’s hand literally engulfs his waist and it drives both of them crazy

remus is almost exclusively wearing cropped shirts and the boys are feral for each other

he’s getting a lot of compliments and attention from guys which he’s not used to so he’s generally clueless when someone flirts with him

(“hey i like your top!” “thanks his name is sirius”)

summer is a whole different beast

it’s shirts that show off his arms too now, and these tiny little shorts that grab his ass in a way that makes sirius feel faint

he insists he’s only wearing them because it’s too hot for “proper pants” (he’s lying)

[cliperry]

Cover Stars: Exclusive by Louise Gannon Fabulous Magazine November 2015

Normal rules don’t apply in the crazy world of One Direction. Breakfast is at noon, lunch is at 6pm and cars are despatched to Greggs to buy up stacks of steak bakes and sausage rolls as the hunger bites. Heads won’t hit pillows for another 10 hours.

There are crowds of fans outside the north London studio where we meet, scores of security, and journalists from as far as New Zealand and Asia who have come to listen to the unveiling of the band’s new album Made In The A.M.

And right in the heart of the craziness are the boys themselves - reassuringly, despite the emotional twists and turns of recent months, the same as they ever were Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam might look more jaded thanks to the punishing touring and recording schedule, but all of them remain good-natured, down to earth and hugely likable.

Niall Horan, 22, is talking about Game of Thrones and checking on the sports scores. Harry Styles, 21, with his long hair and charming, laid-back manner, chats about trying to stay healthy, as he can’t box or run with his foot in a cast after snapping a bone on stage last month during an over-exuberant dance move. He is the only one not partaking in the Greggs feast.

Louis Tomlinson, 23, laughs about his personal passing for Greggs. “We’re quite disappointing, really,” he says. “None of us are very high maintenance - we’re not into flash care and expensive jewelry. We’re still these boys who can’t believe this happened.”

But in the past 10 months, life at the top has got a whole lot tougher for the band, who were first put together on The X Factor in 2010 by then-guest-judge Nicole Scherzinger.

Not even their boss Simon Cowell could have predicted their success. They went from third place on the show to becoming the biggest boy band in the world, with four world tours, five albums, the fourth-most-succesful concert movie ever made with This Is Us, a collective Twitter following of over 90 million and around £30million each in the bank.

Then, after five frenzied years of non-stop good times, the brakes slammed on the 1D juggernaut when there things happened in quick succession. In March, Zayn Malik, now 22 quit the band, saying he wanted a “normal life”. Four months later, it was revealed the Louis was going to be a dad with American stylist and former fling Briana Jungwirth, 23. Then in August, the band announced they would be “taking a break” next year. Cue a gazillion teenage hearts breaking around the world.

With speculation swirling in the press that it was finally all over and a recent date in Belfast cancelled at the last minute because Liam Payne, 22, was ill (the announcement was met by booing fans and a furious reaction on Twitter from the like of Eamonn Holmes who berated them for not going out to apologise in person), it’s been a fairly rocky ride of late.

But falling apart? Liam is absolutely not having it.

“I like that quote about teabags and hot water,” he says. “You can only test how strong you are when you get put in hot water. We’ve been tested, but it’s actually made us stronger. We’ve actually taken a lot of strength from our fans who have never given up on us, never believe it was over.”

“It’s not over. And yes, we’re taking a break, but we need one. We have done four tours, five albums, but we will be coming back. We don’t want this to end.”

Sitting all bunched up together on a leather settee as they talk, they look extremely tired. In all honesty, they look like they need a break.

Sitting here today, you almost forget there was ever any room for Zayn. They talk over each other constantly, the Zen-like Harry and Niall bookending the more talkative Liam and Louis. There is a sense of a new bond caused by the battle scars of negative publicity. If there are any rifts or tensions, then we see no sign of them.

Having said that, they are a little more serious than in previous years - there is less fooling around and they are ultra-professional and on-message when it comes to discussing both the new album and sticking together.

Frustratingly, various questions are off-limits - Louis’ baby and the details behind their decision to pull out of the Belfast gig are big no-nos, and we are warned that our time with the foursome will be cut short if we dare to go there.

It’s a clear sign that these are very different, bruising times in which the boys need handling with care.

And our chat takes place before news emerges of Liam’s split with girlfriend Sophia Smith, 21, which means we’re unable to ask him about it - although it’s likely that line of questioning would have been banned as well. According to reports, Liam’s heartbreak was the real reason behind the Belfast debacle.

But they do talk freely about how they’ve coped with the pressure when things started to implode.

“The really tough moment for me was when Zayn left,” says Doncaster-born Louis. “That was really, really hard. We knew it was coming, we saw a lot of signs in a lot of the gigs abroad. It was sad.”

“One thing that was good is that it made us really bond,” says Harry. “It made us look at what we had and really know we wanted to keep it. It also made us really focus on making the best album we could. You go through so much together as a band that no one really understands, but ultimately it just makes you closer.”

Liam adds, “We can’t ever really sit here and moan, can we? I mean look at our lives. What we’ve done in the past five years is amazing.”

That is very true. Whatever happens in the future, whether or not the indefinite break turns out to be a permanent one (and, despite their insistence that this isn’t The End, it certainly feels like each of them knows that the crazy of of 1D mania are over), all of them will take away the extraordinary memories.

“I got to play on stage with Ronnie Wood,” says Niall, shaking his head in disbelief.

“And we got to play Wembley and Madison Square Garden,” chips in Louis. “We also got to meet Pele, which is incredible, as we’re all massive sports fans. Even better, he actually knew who we were.”

Their schedule may be grueling, but each band member has worked out various coping strategies.

Harry stays fits and meditates, and Liam has chosen to live in the Surrey countryside outside the noise and chaos of London. Niall has been befriended by Jose Mourinho and several key Chelsea players, and enjoyed training alongside them while recovering from a knee injury.

“It’s been a big deal for me getting to know Jose because he’s got so much wisdom,” he says. “I never thought he’d take much interest in an Irish lad in a band, but he’s been a good friend to me.

“Him and Simon Cowell have been great mentors. I’ve got to them as real people beyond this image they put across to the world, and that’s really been a privilege. I spent a good four months down at Chelsea training, and made a lot of goof friends. People I never thought I would actually meet have been there for me and looked after me.”

Louis worries what he’s going to do without every second of his day being accounted for.

“I’m actually naturally very lazy,” he says. “So I’m going to get a big fat belly. I’m going to be 24 soon and all these pies are going to catch up on me. You’re going to see photos of me with a big belly.”

The boys are, however, all desperate to take time out of the spotlight at some point early in 2016 - the exact date has yet to be fixed.

Wolverhampton-born Liam says, “For me, I just want to have a space where I can let everything sink in. I haven’t even see all the films we made (This Is Us and Where We Are). I’m literally going to be sitting down watching the moves, watching the concerts, saying ‘Hey, we did that.’ I know I also need to make up a lot of time with my mum. I’m not the best communicator, so I need to sort it out.”

Harry, who takes everything in his stride and wears his natural-born charisma lightly, shrugs off rumours that he is going to run off to Hollywood to make movies.

“I’m not sure about that,” he laughs. “I like to keep busy and I like to see my mates. I’m really happy. I’ve always had great people around me. I keep wondering whether I should actually watch those great shows that everyone else talks about and I’ve missed, like Mad Men and Breaking Bad. Or should I just move on?”

Harry has become a regular fixture on the celebrity scenes in both London and Los Angeles, thanks to easy social skills, and friendships with the key movers and shakers from Nick Grimshaw and Kate Moss to the Kardashians - he briefly dated Kendall Jenner and Taylor Swift.

He will continue to split his time between the UK and States once the band bow out next year. “I enjoy traveling,” he says. “I love doing stuff. I don’t get easily bored.”

Niall from County Westmeath, already has plans to go backpacking with his friends. He might even dye his hair in the vague hope of going incognito. “I’ve spent the past few years of my life in planes and on tour buses, and I’ve been through countries I’ve really loved but haven’t had a chance to really see,” he says.“I want to go back to Australia and definitely Thailand. With the band we stayed at luxury hotels, but I want to see these countries like any lad my age just staying in hostels and that sort of thing. I don’t want to stay at a Four Seasons. I’ve done that, I want something else.“I did think about dying my hair brown so I won’t get recognised, but I genuinely believe that if I’m on my own with my mates from home, no one will give me a second look.”

Niall is the only member of 1D to get through five years without succumbing to the band’s tattoo obsession. As things stand, he is ink-free, but this is something he also plans to changes.“I’m definitely doing something about that because when we’re apart I know I’m going to miss them. All of the lads have got this weird tattoo of a Phillips screwdriver on their ankles. I’d like to say it means something deep, but it’s just a tattoo everyone likes. I’m going to brand myself with that one, and it will remind me of the lads, so they’ll be with me where I go.”

But of course, it is Louis whose life will change the most in the future, as he’ll become a father in a few months’ time. he is apparently planning on basing himself in both the States, where Briana lives, and the UK after the baby is born- although, if reports are accurate, he’ll have to be rooted in London for the latter half of next year as one of The X Factor judges.“I’ve got no plans to do any other telly than X Factor,” he says. “I love Simon and I love being part of [the show]. It’s quite emotional for me. I sit there thinking ‘This show gave this boy from Donny a chance to have the most incredible life.’ No other show in the would would have done that.”

So could it be Louis who find the next band to replace 1D? He laughs, “I’m not going to be looking for any competition. We’re coming back. No one is going to get in the way of 1D.”

[angel-of-the-moons]

hii!!! i love ur work!!! i was just wondering if u could do a part 2 of the hobie x reader where they have no strings attached when they were both reallyyyyy horny

(if u could, could they be like uhh either reader or Hobie somehow is close to getting a relationship [or is acc just going to answer someone asking one of them out and wants to be exclusive] and is talking to the other abt it and it could change their little f buddies relationship or something maybe angsty?? maybe fluff?? or maybe like yeah no congrats lets do this one last time until you break up)

thank u v much!!!

No Strings Attached Pt. 2

Hobie x Fem!Reader

(Hobie and Reader are obviously adults in this fic.)

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, PiV sex, counter sex, condom usage, safe sex, wee bit of angst, feelings, a whole lotta feelings(?), marijuana/pot usage (bro nobody can convince me Hobie seriously doesn't smoke it), some alcohol, bad date

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Spoiler alert: Strings got attached. A bit shorter than the first chapter, but I like it like this

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You and Hobie had agreed to be "friends with benefits" on the account that the biggest rule was it wouldn't affect your friendship, that you wouldn't lose each other due to petty bullshit.

And it was a system that worked. Mostly.

Hobie couldn't deny the twinge of... of something inside him when he saw some loser bloke try to rizz you up with cheap pickup lines. He would crush it by downing a cheap shot of whatever liquor he had, and remind himself that you could do whatever--or whoever--you wanted.

In the end he never had to worry, though. Whenever you needed that "itch" scratched, you two would hook up. Most of the time in his flat, or yours, sometimes he'd park his van somewhere and you two would do it there.

One time you two were in the middle of something and some coppers started pounding on the van doors. You two were quick to make sure they knew they were interrupting something, and peel out before they asked too many questions.

Man, the look on their faces when you swung the door open while only dressed in your panties and one of Hobie's almost-too-tight tank tops was priceless...

You two were hooking up more and more often, the relief and euphoria of just having rounds of backbreaking sex was almost enough to distract you from everything that occurred during the day.

Almost.

Right now you were bent over your kitchen counter, Hobie's long, nimble hands gripping your hips as though his life depending upon it as he stuffed his cock into you at an earth-shattering pace.

"Gh--fuck." You groaned, wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. "God--fucking--damn it." You bite out after each punishing thrust, stuffing you full in a way that only he has been able to manage this far.

"Ey? What's what?" Hobie chuckled breathlessly as his hips smack into your ass, sending the skin ripping as he fucked into you. "Got somethin' t' say, luv?"

The moment he angled his hips at just the right angle, your body went rigid, your gummy walls crushing down around him as you came around his cock, squeezing him tight as he kept pushing and pulling into your hot cunt.

You buried your face in your arms as they folded on the counter, whimpering as Hobie gritted his teeth and pounded into you at a less coordinated, frantic pace, instead focusing on his own release and need to cum, now.

God damn was Hobie a good lay. He was probably one of the better sexual partners you've ever had, always making sure you cum before he does, taking the time to learn what makes you tick; taking you apart with every swipe and stroke of his fingers and cock.

You wondered how in the fuck Hobie hadn't gotten a girlfriend. Had half the women in the city known how endowed and how well-versed he was in sex, he'd had every eligible bachelorette (and not) breaking down his door to have a chance for a romp in the sheets with him.

You felt Hobie slam up into you in a way that knocked air from your lungs in a choking gasp, eyes rolling back as you felt the condom swell with his cum as he fucked you through his high.

"Fuckin' shit." You sigh, laughing softly as you relax as the last few waves of his orgasm ebbed.

"Mmm... Now what were you sayin' earlier?" Hobie laughed, swatting your ass playfully.

"Ugh. Don't do that!" You laugh at him over your shoulder.

"Mmm, fine fine." He said, cock still sheathed inside you as he put his hands up dismissively. "Now what is it?"

"Oh, right. I have a date tonight."

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You'd gotten all dolled up, your best dress, nice comfy heels, makeup... The works.

Your dress was a deem emerald green plunge, v-neck that revealed the right amount of cleavage; the hem of the dress ended just above your knees, a slit cut up to mid-thigh, revealing the sheer stockings you wore that hugged your thigh.

You had been asked out by a man who looked far too out of his element in the punk pub you both met in, but he seemed charming and relatively well-mannered. Better than half the drunk idiots who hit on you when you went out.

And being brought to a four-star restaurant? Yeah, you were an idiot to say no to that. You weren't shallow, but hey, you've never gone anywhere this fancy before.

And he seemed nice, you really hoped that maybe, just maybe, you could have a sincere relationship with him. Like, as in, keys to the flat, boyfriend material kind of relationship.

Yeah. You were wrong.

An hour into the date and you were tempted to slip an SOS to the waiter to distract him long enough for you to slip away from Garrett (your date).

He was arrogant, a snobbish prude who, upon inspecting your dress, crinkled his nose and said he expected someone as "refined" as you to dress more conservatively. He also said that women should not be involved with such "heavy" music such as punk, rock, or metal; which happened to be some of your favorite genres.

Garrett had also admitted that the last woman he was with wasn't forthright about her previous "dalliances" in bed. That she was "used goods" and couldn't "satisfy his needs" in a way that a woman lacking would be able to do.

Translation: he was so shit in bed he wanted a woman who had no experience to compare his miserable excuse of a forty-second orgasm, bean dick to.

A misogynistic prick who had a virgin fetish.

Yeahhhh... No.

You finally got sick of it, standing up and splashing your chocolate martini all down his expensive suit, the brown liquid staining the white of his button-up.

"Blood hell, are you insane--?!" Garret spat at you, standing up to glare at you.

"I'm fucking my best friend." You say, flipping him the bird after slapping a wad of notes on the table for the poor wait staff. "So you can take your weak ass dick and fetishes to some club where women can point and laugh at you, since you think women who have "given themselves" to men before you are disgusting."

Your heels clicked as you spoke over your shoulder, "And you can lose my number."

The whole restaurant went quiet, aghast and amazed, breaking out into excitable murmurs about the scene that unfolded.

The staff gossiped about it for days.

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"Bloody hell!" Hobie laughed as he slapped his knee as you retold the story. "Wish I coulda seen that bloke's face!"

"Ugh, I was so close to skewering his eye with a champagne flute." You sigh, taking a drag of the joint in-between your lips, puffing the smoke out of your nose with practiced ease.

"Ah, if ya did that I'd have to bust you free from the goddamn cops." Hobie snorted derisively as you passed him the joint.

"My hero!" You say, clasping your hand under your chin and batting your eyelashes theatrically.

Hobie laughed, choking on the smoke as he puffed the joint. "You li'le shit! Don't make me laugh while I'm smoking!"

You giggle and kick your feet at him as his spindly hand swats at you.

Once your laughter dies down, you lay your legs across his lap, and you both fall into a comfortable silence, smoking and drinking as you watch the television.

His thumb caresses soothing circles into your ankles, your heels long discarded and tossed by his door.

Surprisingly, to his credit... Hobie didn't slide his hand up your thigh and under your dress like you anticipated he'd do. He kept his hands low, massaging you.

And you stayed like that, for almost two hours until he spoke up as the credits began to roll, your name tumbling out of his lips awkwardly.

"Yeah?" You say, stretching and arching your back as you reclined on the couch.

"Shoot me if this is crazy." Hobie said, rubbing the back of his neck, looking somewhere else in the flat.

You blinked at him, sitting up like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on you.

Was Hobie Brown nervous?

"I know you said when we started this you didn't want anything serious..."

"Hobie...."

He held his hands up to stop you so he could continue, "But hear me out. We get along great, we've got a shitton of great chemistry. You're funny as shit, and a badass..."

You lean forward, tucking your knees underneath you.

"You're fuckin' smart as hell, got no business bein' around me, but--"

"Hobie!" You snap, leaning into his face.

His eyes go wide and lock with yours, his thick, full lips opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to speak.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He awkwardly looked to the side, and you gripped his jaw with your hand, jerking his face to look at yours once more.

"Hobie. Again. Are you ask--"

"Yes."

You weren't sure what knocked you off more, the fact he interrupted you with such a matter-of-fact answer, or the fact you knew he was serious. And Hobie was rarely serious about much in his life.

But this?

You lean back, blinking at him, looking at your hands as you dropped them in your lap.

The seconds tick by at an agonizingly slow pace as you carefully make your decisions, pick your words like a farmer selects the best, ripest crop from the vine.

But at the same time... Maybe the decision had been made for the two of you all along?

A grin slowly creeps up your face and you look back at him. "Fuck it. Why not?"

What was it Miguel said? Canon events, and all that?

[georgiapeach30513]

I'll be honest, while Deuxmoi always and still does post a ton of BS, thanks to the development of this never-ending saga...I'm starting to really feel like she's been used intentionally to push this narrative along all the way from the very beginning. Aka 2021.

A very out there theory but hear me out: Early on, the fandom had the general consensus DM was BS. Especially in regards to CE. Because DM was the one that first started spreading his super secret GF nonsense back in 2021, right before the introduction of Soba Saga. Her almost nonsensical rants about her having legit sources on this secret GF - while doing weekly podcasts where she insisted she never got any intel on him because his circle was so tight knit (interesting how that suddenly changed out of nowhere when someone showed up) - just made her seem like crazy cat lady gossip conspiracy Marjorie Taylor Greene on steroids.

She was the first to post that "dating Soba for over a year and everyone in PT/her circle knows about it" in early 2022.

They go public in late 2022. 2023 There's some Sunday Spotted (I could be wrong) vDAY post about CE and "fiancé" being seen in town at dinner (sounds very similar to the most recent vDay sighting). That was about 10 months before the super secret wedding and there had been no announcement of being engaged, minus the Tumblr blogs and random third rate tabloids and troll twitter accounts passing on the rumors. DM starts spreading around the same time some Tumblr blogs get the intel about secret engagement, wedding, rift in the family, people on his side not liking Soba, etc. Eventually it is revealed DM was right all along???? In a complete turn of events her credibility goes from zero to 1 (grudgingly of course, while she continues to spill BS daily)

Meanwhile, DM gets the first RPatz sighting with Scarlett and crew at dinner. Nobody believed it - as Nancy mentioned, it just seemed too farfetched with the way that restaurant was set up.

Then in early 2024 we get an actual RPatz sighting with with Soba/CE, and separately, sightings with Scarlett and Colin. Now there's more "credibility" to that random other sighting even if it still can't be proven.

Now...possible project with RPatz and CE's name circulating. Maybe just gossip fodder, maybe some truth to it. Time will tell. Coincidences once again.

DM gets the sighting of CE in LA with Russos. He actually confirms that one himself a month later.

Simultaneously, DM gets random sightings of CE doing other stuff where soba is not mentioned. Nobody knows really what to believe anymore.

But for every 15 BS things she posts, she actually gets 1-2 right. It starts to completely make her a hit or miss source but enough to get people riled up and worried if/when she gets something related to CE/Soba.

In a way, this strategy, if it were to have any salt to it, is kinda interesting. It also sort of enforces the idea of possible foul play. Because if CE is truly in such a happy, private, loveful relationship, why use somebody as uncouth as DM to throw out breadcrumbs? Especially since, in the past, his fanbase and most Tumblr blogs believed it was only legit if it came from someone like People Mag (his team's go-to). Ironically, Page 6 has been getting most of the exclusive scoops this time around, in addition to weird low rate tabloids that eventually make its way to the top.

I know I sound like crazy qanon conspiracy theorist, but I guess people see what they wanna see. But for the people who believe this relationship isn't as genuine as some want to believe, it kind of tracks that somebody's PR team pushing this out in ways to sort of make you wonder, question, and push back on the validity. Just enough to make you think, maybe, maybe there's something going on BTS that they're not saying but they're kinda telling. But you'll never know what the truth is. At least not for now.

I do find DM’s role since 2023 to be very interesting indeed. You missed nothing. Not one thing. She’s made herself be credible enough during this, but also, she’s questionable. So of course, take everything she says with a grain of salt.

I made this comment a bit ago to someone else, he still uses People. Who got the Jinx articles first. Think about that for a moment. He. Just him.

As far as the last paragraph, what I will say is celebrities need to be talked about. Good or bad, they need the press. They need to be in the front of people’s minds. What better way to have them in people’s minds, and to have fans talk about something long past their expiration date than by playing a game. PR has become such a hot topic word, and I think very few people even understand it. But to me, if you’re having to play so many games, what really is real? Live your life. Isn’t that what we continue to be told they’re doing?

[nariism]

i don’t dance!

pair. pro-player!ushijima x PR manager!reader

content: fluff, reader is his VERY TIRED PR manager who really deserves a raise, weak attempts at humour, no pronouns used for reader

synopsis. you need to teach ushijima how to waltz

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i eat the “teach me how to dance” trope up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (also yes i absolutely did use a high school musical song as the title who’s gonna stop me)

ushijima wakatoshi is what people typically refer to as emotionally unavailable.

he just doesn’t have the time to worry about trivial things like romance or feelings or anything of the sort. not while he’s trying to keep up with his rigorous training schedule on top of countless interviews and photo shoots that you, his wonderful PR manager, generously offer to help him prepare for.

it’s no surprise that this man - 6 feet and almost 4 inches of pure heart throb material - has yet to find a partner worth keeping around. not that he hadn’t had one night stands, per say, but being emotionally available for a committed relationship isn’t something he has on his mind right now.

although he isn’t exactly the type to be nitpicky about this kind of stuff, he does come off as cold if you don’t know him well enough (unintentionally, of course). people who he welcomes into his life simply find him too busy or too severe in his mannerisms to form proper relationships. thus, his friend group is kept tight, extending almost exclusively to members of the japanese national team.

ushijima keeps to himself and minds his own business. he doesn’t speak until spoken to, unless he has some opinion about other volleyball players you have to thwart. he doesn’t make a fuss about insignificant things. he respects his elders and works hard in every aspect of his life that involves his career. words are kept short and to the point, never sugar coated and he certainly never lies.

he specifically remembers one scenario in which an adoring fan had come up to him after a game while you were distracted with the press, and they had confessed their undying love to him much to his horror.

“could you leave me alone?” he had told them bluntly when they asked if he could please dm them on twitter, and you nearly died on the spot when the cameras all turned to the pair behind you. it was a horribly busy week for you, playing the role of damage control all while ushijima remained completely indifferent to the storm that was brewing on social media around his name and how he was trending for two whole days after the fact.

thankfully, the fan had gratefully accepted a bouquet of flowers ‘courtesy of ushijima’ (which he also almost vehemently denied online before you smacked him upside the head), and all was forgiven. it even made him trend for a couple days longer, but this time with everyone singing his praises. he should give you more credit where it’s due, because being a PR manager for someone so terrible at smiling for the camera is like hell on earth.

you had told him once that it was important to keep a good rapport with his fans, even if they were more forward with their advances than he was used to back in high school. he looked at you funny until you continued: “i’m not saying you should go off and date anyone who confesses to you, but could you at least be a little nicer?!” sounding extremely exasperated.

he didn’t even end up agreeing with you, too distracted by the way your lips moved while you scolded him to pay you his full attention.

“tonight’s the gala. everyone will be there.”

“i know.”

“so why,” you hiss out the words through grit teeth, jaw tense as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “are you standing outside my house when you should be getting ready?”

he’s silent for a moment. you glance up to make sure he’s actually still standing there being stupidly handsome and that you’re not just dreaming he is. ushijima averts his gaze awkwardly, hands in his pockets as he contemplates whether or not he should say what’s on his mind and risk having you slam the door in his face in frustration.

(it’s happened before; once, when he told you he was the top reply on a post for asking what “smash” means and why everyone was commenting it under all his instagram photos. you slammed the door in his face then, too, but he could still hear you erupt into laughter from the other side much to his confusion.)

you’re looking at him expectantly, with a brow raised and your lips pursed as you wait for an explanation.

“it’s a gala.”

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, patience wearing thin. “i know, wakatoshi. i just said that.”

“it’s a gala, so...” he huffs, “i have to dance, don’t i?”

you look up again at his words, confusion written all over your face. you’re in the middle of getting ready yourself, dressed to the nines. not as his date, of course, though he’d asked you.

(“what did you just say?”

“why can’t you just come with me? it would save you the trouble of getting the extra ticket. it’s not like i’m taking anyone else.”

“i can’t- that’s-... it’s unprofessional.”

“oh. i see.”)

you take the opportunity to scrutinize his outfit, as your eyes always end up doing. you’re always observing him closely, hoping and praying he doesn’t do or say something that will get him cancelled. in his defense, he’s gotten better at keeping his mouth shut when he knows you’re sitting there stressed to all hell about what you’ll need to apologize for on his behalf that week.

not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he likes the attention a little bit. enjoys being fussed over, since he spends most of his time isolated save for the members of his team. and it’s not like you’re very secretive about your judgment of him. it’s your job, for one, but there’s an undeniable and genuine worry in your eyes every time he says something he shouldn’t. he thinks it’s fine that he indulges in your presence just a bit, especially since people have found him intimidating his whole life. it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to him once in a while.

you sigh quietly. “yes, you’ll have to dance. why?” you open the door wider for him, a gesture he’s familiar with equating to come in. “you’re not planning on bailing ‘cause of that, are you?”

he watches as you retreat further into your house, probably to fix your hair one last time before you head out early. you always arrive to these sorts of events earlier than he does, and always in a separate car. you were insistent that he arrive either alone or with his own date, since it would reduce the risk of scandals questioning your seemingly close relationship with each other.

close is not the word either you nor ushijima would use to describe your feelings toward one another. sure, you were the one helping to manage his schedule even though the job description did not at all entail that, and you’re the one keeping him in line with the media. he even has you over sometimes for dinner after an especially long day. but no, you’re not close. work acquaintances at best.

“no, i’m not bailing,” he tells you as he trails behind, following you to the mirror in the hallway - the one hung up above a high table littered with trinkets from past events and some photos of you and your friends and family. you look at him with a quizzical expression through the mirror.

“then?”

he stands rigidly behind you. the thought that it feels strangely domestic with you getting ready in front of him like this crosses his mind, and makes him grossly warm and fuzzy inside.

“i don’t know how to dance.”

you pause in your ministrations, hair that you meant to pin up falling back over your eyes as you stare at him with bewilderment. “you what?”

“i don’t know how to dance,” he repeats, though you heard him perfectly fine the first time.

“you... don’t know how to... dance...” you sound out the sentence slowly, hoping that you possibly misheard him. to your horror, he only nods in confirmation.

in your one year, three months and twenty-two days of working with ushijima, how could it have never once dawned on you that this 6 foot monster of a volleyball player doesn’t know how to do something as elegant as a waltz?

it’d never been a problem before. most events don’t include anything of the sort, and all the events you do attend with ushijima are to give out awards or give esteemed recognition to MVPs. but for a christmas gala, there will definitely be booze and partying and absolutely dancing involved.

for a second, he thinks you’ll keel over and place your head into your hands on the table like you usually do in these situations, or that you’ll start muttering curse words to yourself, or maybe you’ll scold him some more for never learning. but much to his (pleasant) surprise, you just laugh. and laugh. and keep laughing, until there are tears in your eyes. his poor heart can’t take it.

“what?” he asks, almost sounding offended. but his expression is still stone cold as you look back up at him, turning to face him this time. his breath hitches when the action causes a whiff of your expensive body spray to waft in his direction.

“i just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” you muse. he knows what you really mean is that you’re surprised he isn’t here causing trouble for you before this event like he always does, complaining like a child that he doesn’t see the point of attending. “why didn’t you just say so? it’s easy. i’ll show you.”

he stares at you momentarily while you stand there, hand outstretched as an offer to take it. he half expects you to yank it back and laugh in his face, more cruelly this time, but you just smile at him with the slightest tilt of your head. you sound so genuine that any hesitation left in his body melts away, and he awkwardly accepts your hand and waits for your guidance.

he’s stiff as a board as you pull his hands where they need to go, one resting on your hip and the other hanging in the air for you to take. “i’ll teach you how to lead first, okay?” he can only nod in response. you step forward once with your left, urging him to step back with your timing. then you’re shuffling over, gliding along the floor with ushijima trying his damndest to follow along, and then your feet meet again in a different spot.

he grunts quietly in concentration, watching your movements carefully and clumsily trying to catch up. it’s a simple enough motion, but he’s too big and it feels clunky to do this for the first time. you seem deeply amused by his confusion, and he glares at you quickly before his eyes are back on the floor.

“now you try. we can go slow,” your voice is soft. encouraging. so unlike your usual stern demeanor with him. “step forward.”

ushijima does so obediently, sliding his left forward to the best of his memory.

“good. now your right goes to the side and the left follows.”

he listens to you again, but his gait is much larger than you anticipated, and your back hits the table behind you with a gentle thud. he mutters something along the lines of an apology, but he seems too focused to realize the compromising position he’s put you in. you smile at him anyways, rotating around 90 degrees to give you more space to move.

“now again in the opposite direction.”

“this is too complicated.”

“this is the easiest motion...”

“i don’t like it.”

“you gonna keep complaining or are you going to dance with me?”

he stops in his tracks, boring into you with intensity in his eyes. you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows. “...what’s wrong?”

ushijima just shakes his head, and then his feet are moving again as he tugs you along clumsily. “nothing. but maybe you should be my dance partner for the rest of tonight.” you raise a brow at him in question, even though you can feel the heat rising in your face and all the way to the tips of your ears. he clears his throat, looking away. “wouldn’t want any bad press about my terrible dancing,” he quickly adds.

this gets a laugh out of you. “as your PR manager, i don’t think that’s the kind of negative press i’m supposed to be getting you out of.”

“and as a friend?”

another laugh, a little breathless. “yeah, yeah. fine. as your friend i’ll make sure no one knows how awful you are at this.”

he blinks down at you, unsure if he’s ever seen you so relaxed before. you’re always so high-strung about work and keeping his name clear. there’s a softness gracing your face right now and he doesn’t know how to handle himself or his racing heart.

okay, yeah. maybe he can try and be a little nicer to his fans to see you like this more often.

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[onlymingyus]

Tied to your Body (Patreon Exclusive Teaser)

pairing; kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff (somehow)

warnings; TA!Mingyu, University Student!Reader, Camboy!Mingyu, Professor Joshua Hong (that's a warning), eating/drinking, alcohol, masturbation (m & f), lots of dirty talk, masturbation on stream, pictures taken and sent of dick/pussy, talk of sexual health, aftercare, Dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, Dom/sub dynamics, color system, subspace, dumbification, praise, pet names, degradation, crying, spitting on pussy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating, some light impact play -- I think that is everything.

w/c; 13.3k and some change (1.4 k this teaser)

a/n; I love camboy love sick Mingyu. thank you to @onlyhuis for betareading this for me! a huge thank you to @onlyseokmins for making the instagram graphics for me! thank you for your patience in waiting for this one. I really needed this break.

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Running the back of your pen along your bottom lip, you sigh, finally leaning back from your desk. You had been looking at the same page of your physics textbook for an hour. It felt like your brain was beginning to feel like jello. A familiar ding from your cellphone made you bite down on the end of your pen as you reached for the phone, the corners of your lips pulling up into a slight smirk. 

ariespic_46 is live

You tried not to waste your money. It was hard enough to be a college student and to share an apartment instead of living in a dorm but sometimes spoiling yourself was important. It was hard enough trying to balance a part-time job and a full-time course work schedule; you rarely found time to go to parties and the relationship pool was limited. 

You had dated during your time at the university but it had been brief and no one had ever kept your attention for longer than a month. Over time, classes became more important and you found other ways to find pleasure, even if it cost you a few extra bucks a month to indulge in. 

Opening your laptop, you find yourself entranced by the man on your screen as he smiles, leaning back in his chair. He never showed anything above his nose. You wished you could see his entire face. With as handsome as he was from the nose down, you were drooling over this camboy almost daily. 

As ariespic_46 lets out a breath, you find yourself doing the same as you lay on your side on your bed in the dark. He was dressed in some tan dress pants, a white button up that was already unbuttoned down to the top of his abs, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked like a dream. You couldn’t help but look over every detail that you were privy to. He had the cutest freckle on the end of his nose and sharp canines that he bit down into his bottom lip with when he was especially horny, like now. 

“Hi pups. I missed you.” 

A small squeak slips from your lips when the man finally talks. He was such a tease. He would sometimes just sit there for minutes while the chat went crazy, asking for things, just his biceps flexing as he stretched out his fingers in clear amusement at how needy the chat was. 

“Aw, you missed me too, didn’t you? That’s cute.” 

The man leans his head back and you try to move your head so you can see more of him but as usual, it's in vain. He had his camera set up for this. He didn’t want his face fully on the screen and while you could respect it, you were still curious. 

“It was a long day. You have no idea. I’m all wound up... Having to be this professional in front of others while I think about doing this later. God…” The man grins, his canines on display, as he lifts his hips, undoing his dress pants. “And then the teasing I put up with on a daily fucking basis. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.” 

You furrow your brows. He talked about some girl on his streams sometimes. You didn’t mind; no one seemed to. It got him even more excited to think about this girl who teased him during the day. You wondered what it would be like to be her—to be the one on his mind all day and night. The one that made him want to wrap his hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came so hard. You imagine you are her sometimes; he makes it easy for you to, with how he talks to the stream. 

“Wanna put you on your knees in front of me for teasing me like that?" 

Watching ariespic_46 closely, your eyes follow as he kicks his pants somewhere off the screen. The man smirked, leaning back in his chair, knowing eyes were on him. He could see the viewer count and it never disappointed him. Your eyes were moving over the bit of his chest that was exposed as his fingers undid the rest of his shirt, leaving him in his dress shirt and briefs as a long, sighing groan slipped from his lips. 

“Can’t help but think how pretty you’d look if you were. So fucking pretty every day and acting so innocent like you don’t realize I’m looking at you.” 

You sigh, your bottom lip jutting out, as the man talks to the girl through you and the other viewers. You feel a bit of shame as you run your fingers along your stomach and play with the tie of your pajama pants but it’s not enough to stop you. 

Glancing at the comments, you can’t help but agree with a few of them, saying they’d never ignore him. You couldn’t imagine ignoring someone like ariespic_46, not on purpose. There was no one who went to your university who came close to looking like him. 

When the man wraps his fingers around his cock for the first time, you have to close your eyes to the sound that slips out between his pretty lips. You loved the sounds he made. He never tried to keep them quiet or to himself. He just let them be as erotic as possible and it made you drip around your fingers that were now slowly sliding through your folds. 

“Are you being a good girl for me? My pretty little pup? Are you gonna cum for me when I cum tonight?” 

Whimpering, you nod even though he can’t see you. You weren’t one who took the time to comment while he touched himself and spoke. You knew he wouldn’t recognize names from chat anyway. He did, however, acknowledge tips and that you did when you let yourself think with your pussy more than your brain. 

“Mm, thank you, Nabi.” 

Hearing part of your username on ariespic_46’s lips as he moans, pre-cum slipping over his fingers, makes you press your lips together. You hadn’t sent him much—just $30—but for a student, that was more than you should be spending on porn. 

Pressing your nose against your arm, you adjust yourself on the bed, watching the man groan louder as he got closer to his climax. You had started to be able to tell when it was going to happen. The way his mouth fell open, the way his groans got more urgent and drawn out, his fingers of his right hand gripping the arm of his chair for dear life as he stroked himself through his climax with his left. 

Most nights when you watched his streams, you would end up doing exactly what ariespic_46 wanted and cum soon after he had but other nights, like tonight, you would end up panting as your thighs pressed together out of need. You knew there was always more, even as the man on the screen laughed, stretching his fingers out to show the camera all the cum dripping from him. 

"Fuck, that was good. I have to get cleaned up. Bye, baby. See you next time.” 

The stream stated it had ended, and you find yourself on your back with your phone in one hand, waiting for what came next. Not only did you tip because it made you feel good to hear even your username on the man’s lips but also for what he would give you. A notification stating you had a direct message from ariespic_46 pop’s up at the top of your screen and you find yourself giggling like a teenager getting a message from a crush. 

ariespic_46: have a good night, nabi 🦋 thank you🖤 [picture attached] 

Staring at the message for a moment, you bite at your bottom lip before your thumbs move over the keyboard to reply. You knew you didn’t have to, and that he probably didn’t check replies but it felt important to you. 

nabi.wings: anytime, thank you for the stream ❣️

Taking a breath, you finally press down on the link for the picture, only to moan at the sight. It was one thing to see his cock and fingers covered in cum on the stream but it was another entirely to see it in a picture like this. Now was when you couldn’t help but let your fingers wander lower. Now you could let yourself let go of any shame you were feeling before and just let yourself pretend for a little while that he had cum this much for just you. 

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[ohmystaxk]

Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (5)

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley.

Content/Tags: Fluff, none-exclusive relationship talk, work besties being the biggest supporters, guilt, Jake being a mean bitch.

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: After the events that transpired with Steven, you remembered you had a girl's night out.

Your body felt heavy as your eyes opened, you were greeted with the off-white ceiling of your room. It was already dark outside when you awakened. You grunted as you took notice of the time, perhaps it was too late into the night. It was then that you felt something squeezing your stomach tightly. You looked over your shoulder and met Steven’s face. He was fast asleep in your bed, his arm resting around your waist. 

You took a deep breath. You’d almost forgotten what had transpired a few hours ago. It was then you felt the need to move. You slowly pulled his arm away and shifted towards the edge of the bed. As you did that, he moved on his own, turning his body to face the other way. You stood up, looking through one of your drawers for something to wear and opted for a navy blue tank top and black sweatpants. 

You walked towards the kitchen, trying to find your phone. You spotted your bag near the entrance of the flat and leaned down to pick it up and fished out your phone. To your surprise, you were met with a few missed calls and messages from your friends. You quickly called back one of them. 

‘Where have you been? We’ve been trying to reach you.’ Rose answered within the first ring. Worry was heard coming from her voice, you nodded to yourself as you scratched your head.

‘Hey, sorry I left my phone in the kitchen, and I ended up falling asleep.’ You explained, turning on a nearby lamp.

‘Oh god, I thought something happened! Martha had to push back an hour so we are waiting. You still coming?’ Your eyes shifted towards your bedroom.

‘I would love to, yeah. But, I may currently have someone over, you know?’ 

‘Someone? You got friends over?’ You didn’t answer. There was a small silence on the other side of the line before you heard a gasp.

‘Wait, what!? Who is it? Wait! Is it the nerdy guy?’ You could hear the smile on her voice as you unconsciously looked in Steven’s direction.

‘Maybe.’ You whispered and then heard another gasp come from Rose’s end of the call.

‘Hold up, Museum boy is at your flat!?’ The voice belonged to Deanna, you felt heat creep up to your face, walking away from Steven, as if he would hear her from your phone.

‘Please tell me I’m not on speaker.’ You heard Deanna laugh.

‘Oh my god! You need to tell us how that happened. Are you two watching a movie or what? Are you on a date?’ You rolled your eyes while shaking your head.

‘Date is a close description, but not really.’ You said but Rose immediately interrupted.

‘Hold on a second. You said you were sleeping and that someone was over.’ Another moment of silence. Then two exaggerated giggles came from the other side. ‘You slept with him!?’

‘Shut up. It just happened.’ You sighed with a smile on your face, trying not to laugh at their shock. ‘What are you two even doing right now?’

‘Deanna wanted to get a drink or two before we picked you up, we are by the pub near your flat, Dukes.’

You heard Steven shift on the bed again, the ruffle of the bed sheets made you glance over your shoulder. From where you stood, you could see him lying on his back, his hair was ruffled and his mouth slightly open as he snored. He looked completely knocked out, and you stifled a laugh. 

‘Okay, I’ll see what I can do. See you in a bit.’ You hung up and walked back to your room as quietly as possible.

Lucky for you, you had already thought of an outfit to wear. You set it on your side of the bed and then walked around and stood by Steven’s side. He was still sound asleep. You gently shook his shoulder, whispering his name.

“Steven. Wake up.” He shifted again but would not wake. “Steven? Can you wake up please?”

You shook him a little harder this time. He opened his eyes, confusion apparent in his gaze as he tried to take in his surroundings. His eyes go wide once he looks at you, he leans on his side with his elbow. A small smile formed on your lips at his surprise.

“Bloody hell,” He says in a whisper. “It actually happened?” You frown.

“What do you mean?” Steven sits up, dragging the covers towards his lap after noticing his unclothed state.

“Did..? I mean, we did. Of course we did.” Steven runs a hand through his hair, the unruly curls becoming far more messy than they already were. His eyes looked around your room. “Why am I surprised? Should I be surprised?”

“You alright there?” He looks up at you. He seems embarrassed to say whatever is on his mind, “Is this about us sleeping together?” You tried again. His eyes widened slightly and, finally, a sigh of relief left him.

“I thought it was a dream.” He admits to you as his shoulders relax. His confession took you by surprise. “Is that weird?”

“I guess it depends. Why would it be weird?” Steven takes a deep breath, his legs spreading wider, granting you space. He shakes his head and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“Because, never in a million years would I have thought I’d have a chance with you. I haven’t even taken you on an actual date.” You stepped closer to him as you let out a laugh. Your hands find themselves on his hair, brushing it away from his face.

“That date will have to wait, Museum boy.” Steven’s gaze lingers on you, head tilted up with his big sleepy eyes shining. The way you flash your teeth at him seems to become a focus as you notice his eyes travel from your eyes to your lips.

His bed-look fascinated you, the relaxed shoulders, his quick-wit, the closeness the two of you were sharing as you stood between his legs, him looking up at you from below. The sudden realization caused heat to creep up your face. You felt your stomach flip, and you became giddy. “What?” Your voice came out softer than you intended.

“I was wrong.” He said softly, but you couldn’t help but frown. “You don’t look beautiful, love. You are.” He said so breathlessly and with a gentle smile. You smile brightly and start to pull back, when you feel a tug on your thigh. Steven had grabbed ahold of your sweatpants while you were close.

“Thank you, Steven.” You bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead. “But I’m afraid I have to ruin this moment.” You stepped back and Steven frowned.

“What is it?” There was a small shake on his voice.

“Nothing to worry about. I just forgot to mention that I was going out today, turns out my friends are waiting for me.” You cringe a little but hoped Steven would understand. 

Steven takes a second to process your words, his eyes suddenly growing in size as he understands and nods awkwardly. He stands up. 

“Yeah, of course. Sorry about that, love.” You back away to give him space to move. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry.”

“It’s totally okay, no need to apologize. I overslept too, nothing to worry about.” You walk to your side of the bed where you laid your clothes. “I’ll get in the shower. Also, I’ll send you a quick text, that way you can save my number.”

You look back at Steven, he already had his boxers on, his Star of David necklace dangling as he bent down to pick up his pants. He stopped to look at you, there was something in his gaze, you could not tell what. 

“Yeah, I would appreciate knowing you made it safely.” His smile is almost a thin line. Steven then drops his eyes back to the task at hand and continues dressing himself.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

Was it rude to kick him out? Maybe. It wasn’t like you could have him staying in your flat while you were gone. You had to remind yourself that, as lovely as he was, you didn’t know him.

“What?” He zipped his pants up, a nervous laugh escaped him. “No, no. Sorry if it looks that way. I simply forgot I needed to feed Gus.” He continues avoiding your gaze. 

Of course you are not convinced, but you nod anyway. 

“Tell the little guy I said hi, okay?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood but Steven merely nodded.

You slowly walk off, looking over your shoulder to see him in the dim light. You were an adult, and adults did this a lot; but it was your first time doing something like that. You would figure it out…

You had crossed the street; you were halfway there, and you could see the pub. People were standing outside with drinks, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, it was probably packed inside. You kept on walking, soon enough you made your way inside the pub, you looked around until you were able to spot your friends. The two women talked amongst themselves as they shared a drink. You took a deep breath before approaching them.

The first one to see you was Rose, a smile appearing on her lips as she stood to greet you. You smiled back.

“Good Lord, you look radiant.” Rose comments, surprised.

“What?” You laugh nervously at her words, but Deanna joins her.

“Fuck’s sake you’re glowing, what happened?”

“I just had the best sleep of my life.” You tried to deflect as you watched Rose move to another chair and leave you to sit between the two of them.

“And the best shagging too by the looks of it.” Rose mumbled as she took a sip from her drink. You gasped at her words. “Come on, congrats! Celebrate and drink a little!”

“Rose, please!” You whisper but Rose laughs instead.

“It’s always the nerdy ones.” Deanna nods to herself.

“Can you keep it down?” You ask, your eyes darting around the room.

“Alright, but how in the hell did it happen?” Rose put down her drink and turned her body to face you. “Did you, like, call him over or what?”

“I went to the Museum.” You clarified, Rose raised an eyebrow expectantly. “We talked, went to eat, talked more, went to my place, and it just happened.” You saw a smirk appear on Rose’s face, you blushed as she gave you a side hug.

“That’s my girl!”

“What a Casanova,” Deanna joked as she smiled at you. “Not only Jake, but Steven too. I wish I had that charm on me.”

“Isn’t your boyfriend at home right now?” You remind her. Deanna laughed.

“Of course! I meant if I was single. My man makes me really happy.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, did you say Jake? Who’s Jake?” Rose asks and you have no other option but to fill her in on the last few weeks’ events.

You talked about the night you met Jake, then how you met Steven after, and then seeing Jake again and kissing him.

“So, Jake and Steven are twins, but didn’t grow up together. And Steven doesn’t know about Jake?” Rose seems lost. Hearing it from another person made you understand her confusion. “Isn’t that just the plot to Parent Trap?”

“That’s exactly what I thought!” Deanna says excitedly. You sighed with a nod.

“Well, I would say that if you like Steven, you could go out with him. Jake seems to not care enough about you, sorry love.” Rose put in her two cents. Although you shared her opinion, you wanted to think it all the way through. 

You already were looking for a partner long before Jake came into the coffee shop that night. But having two men suddenly sweep you off your feet felt more fictitious than you were comfortable with. Was entertaining the idea worth the risk of being found out by one, or even both, of them?

“Hey,” Rose spoke again, she looked concerned.  “You don’t have to decide right now. Don’t start stressing over it.” She waited for you to respond, but you laughed it off and nodded silently.

“I know that.” You smiled at her, and Rose took a sip from her drink. 

Deanna looked at her phone and sighed. She shook her head, pretending to be disappointed.

“Looks like Martha ain’t coming.” The two of you looked at Deanna, the woman faced her phone screen towards you.

“Her boyfriend came all the way from his hometown to surprise her.” 

You read the text and Rose laughed.

“About damn time. I don’t know how people can be in a long-distance relationship.”

“Well, we can’t blame her. At least she texted to let us know.” Deanna's comment reminded you of your promise to text Steven.

“Hold on.” You pulled out  your phone and looked through Deanna’s text messages until you found his number. You saved it and started your text.

You: Hey Steven, I finally got your number saved!

Deanna tried taking a peek at your text, but looked the other way once she realized you had caught her.

Steven🏛️: Hello! Glad to see you did, now I have your number too. Gus says hi!

The text was followed by a picture of a one-finned goldfish in his tank. The picture made you giggle, you observed the little guy with a smile on your face.

You: He is one adorable little guy, it seems he’s got plenty of space in there.

Steven🏛️: Sure does! I worry sometimes, though. He’s been by himself since I got him… maybe one day he’ll get a friend.

You frowned, reading the text two more times. For some reason that saddened you.

You: Well, I bet he’ll be really happy once he does.

“You gonna text all night?” Rose interrupted you. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

Your body felt heavy, still you laughed at something Deanna said. The two of you held on to each other as you headed out of the pub. Rose laughed and patted your back, trying to stabilize Deanna, who was in a far worse condition than you. 

“Remind me not to let her drink this much again.” Rose says as she gets her car key out of her purse. You chuckle and nod.

“Don’t worry, I will.” You reply as Deanna kisses your cheek. “We don’t want her falling on her ass.”

“I’m here, you cunt.” She mumbles and you laugh harder. “Call Stevie boy, you are starting to get too serious again, let him hit it again baby!” You rolled your eyes in embarrassment.

“Good lord, Rose, get her in your car now!” You yell out while she gets the passenger door open.

“Don’t you see I’m trying?” She returns to your side. The two of you walked her to the other side of the car and made sure Deanna got in safely.

Rose buckled her in and closed the door. She turned to face  you when she saw you step away from the car.

“You’re not getting in?” She asks and you shake your head.

“It’s not far, I’ll be just fine.” Rose frowns at your response.

“I don’t mind dropping you off, you know?”

“Thanks Rose. But walking might do me good and sober me up.” You explain and Rose sighs and then nods.

“If you say so,” She comes closer and hugs you. “You text me the second you get home, ya hear me?”

“Of course.” You hug her back. “Now, drive safely, text me as well, alright?”

“Will do, good night.” You let go and step back on the sidewalk, remaining there until Rose drove off.

You begin walking towards your apartment. It was very cold outside and you were glad to have brought a jacket, despite it not doing much for your exposed legs.

It wasn’t too late into the night, there were still people out in the street, especially on the way towards your apartment. You stopped at a traffic light, waiting for your turn to cross. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a car come to a stop next to you. You ignored it. Your heartbeat picked up when you heard the sound of the window rolling down, sweat started forming on the palm of your hand.

You heard your name be called and your fear mixed with confusion. You turned towards your left, facing the vehicle next to you. A white limousine.

“Jake?” You ask when you spot him peeking out from the window. His expression was as confused as your own.

“What are you doing out so late?” You wanted to roll your eyes and argue it was, in fact, not that late. “Where are you going?” He asked before you could do just that.

“To my apartment.” You replied as you hugged your body.

“Hop in. You’ll freeze out there.”

“What?” The word left your mouth without much thought. Jake rolled his eyes at you.

“Come on. I’ll drop you off.” You looked back at the traffic light, you had time to run to his car.

You took a deep breath and nodded to yourself. “Perfect timing, I guess.” You whispered and ran towards his car, until making it to the passenger seat.

The second you closed the door, the traffic light changed color and he began driving. Jake moved around the temperature knob and soon the car started warming up. He then placed something on your lap, you looked down to see it was his jacket. You had yet to actually face him .

“Why were you walking by yourself this late?” Jake asks and you turn to look at him, he is looking straight ahead. You feel your stomach turn, the image of Steven in your bed appears in your head.

“I went out with my friends.” You look away. “Are you working tonight?” You try to change the subject. Jake chuckles.

“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to, someone didn’t show up, so I just filled in.” He explains, but there was an edge to his tone.

“How often do you work?” You are still avoiding looking at him and busy yourself with bringing his jacket closer to you for warmth.

“As often as I am needed. Sometimes I have to take over someone's shift. I guess you can say I work overtime.”

“That explains it.” You mumble but Jake seems to hear.

“Explain what?” When you turn to face him, he is already looking at you with a frown on his face.

“You show up and then disappear on me for days.” You explain, turning away.

“Are you mad I didn’t go say hi?” You can hear the smile in his voice. You shake your head.

“Of course not, I barely know you, Jake. Why would I?”

“You barely know me but I already drove you home once, then you kissed me, and now I am driving you home again. I don’t know about you, but I think we are getting pretty far in now.” He says and you face him again. He stares at you with mirth in his eyes and you feel your stomach flip.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, Lockley.” The man laughs and raises one hand in the air.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “But you know, I’m a bit upset.”

You frowned, the playfulness on Jake’s voice seemed to dissipate as he said that and you felt your body start to sweat. ‘There’s no way he would know, would he?’ You thought to yourself as you watched his features drop, giving you that same deadpan expression from when you first met him.

“Why would you be upset?” You pushed.

“Because I missed you.” The sudden confession caught you off guard. “I went to the shop, you know. Ready to order that good coffee of yours, thinking that maybe I could offer you another ride when I saw the sign and I thought to myself, ‘How fucking stupid am I to not have asked you for your number? ’.”

“You hadn’t noticed that before?” You asked with a smile on your face that you couldn’t manage to hide. Jake laughed at that.

“I see you’ve got a bark in you. Now I am getting to know ya’.” The road flashes by as he drives,“But seriously, what’s got you this riled up?” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to dismiss his question.

“Nothing.” It had only been a matter of time before he took notice, and yet, it was not your intention that he start asking.

You’d hoped you could sleep the thoughts away and get some time to think of what to do about your current predicament. And now you had Jake here, just when you were starting to push the thought of him away for good. 

“Something is bothering you.” He insists. You tried to brush it off, but Jake continues. “You have barely looked at me the whole ride.” 

You bring the jacket even closer to your body. You can still hear Steven’s voice calling your name, the image of the way he looked at you on the elevator plaguing your thoughts.

“It’s really nothing, Jake.” You say, your hand unconsciously clawing at the fabric. Your heart beats heavily as the memories of hours ago start seeping through the front of your mind.

“If I did something to piss ya’ off, you need to let me know, sweetheart.” You can still feel Steven’s hands on you, his mouth on your neck, and you swear you can smell his perfume on your hair. “I don’t want ya’ to feel uncomfortable with me.” His accent became more apparent, the words rolling heavily off his tongue as he started to sound more serious.

“It’s not about you, I swear.” You say hoping to clear the misunderstanding. But Jake is not having it.

“What? It’s not you, it’s me? Sweetheart, I’m smarter than that. Give me some credit.” You sighed at that, closed your eyes, and waited a few seconds. Then, you opened your mouth.

“I slept with Steven, Jake.” You confess and he goes silent. Your heart is beating so hard and you think that even Jake can hear it, you feel cold as you turn to look at him.

He has his eyes fixed on the street. Jake sighs as he clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a chuckle. You frown, preparing yourself to throw yourself out of the car.

“I’m sure you did.” His reply confused you. Jake kept on driving, tapping his fingers to the beat of the old song playing quietly on the radio. 

“Do you-” You paused and blinked a couple of times. “Do you think I’m joking?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to see me, you can just say so.” Jake stops the car and you fear he’ll drop you off at some random street. When you look up, you see you are in front of your apartment complex. 

“No, that’s not-”

“So, you slept with him. Are you dating him now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No. I’m not.”

“Then what is it that bothers you about that?” He asks with a frown on his face. Jake turned the car off and you heard the doors unlock soon after. You sit up straight, turning your body to face him.

“That I slept with your brother.” You stressed. Jake's frown deepened.

“Yeah, but you said you aren’t dating him. And, last time I checked, that doesn’t stop you from talking to me.” Jake turns to look right at you, there is not a single sign that tells you he is upset.

“Do you not care that I slept with him?” You raise your voice in concern.

“Do you want me to?”

“I, I don’t know.” You look away, your hands gripping the fabric of the jacket.

“If you are worried I’ll get mad about you sleeping with Steven, I won’t. If anything, I’m surprised. I mean, Stevie?”

Jake laughs, but not in a joking, light-hearted way. He laughs like he was just told the funniest joke on earth, the way he had spit out Steven’s name made you cringe. It was humiliating to hear Jake laugh the way he did.

For a man who was trying to connect with his long-lost brother, he was being too cruel. You hunched on your seat, looking at your lap as you fiddled with your fingers, like a child who was being picked on. You were not expecting that. If you were honest, you had no idea what to expect, but it certainly was not this.

“What’s wrong?” His voice caught you off guard. You looked up and met his gaze. “Why are you frowning?” You hadn’t noticed you’d been showing your conflict through your face. 

“You’re being a dick, Jake.” You point out but he shakes his head.

“Come on, let’s be real here. What are the odds of a guy like Steven getting a chance with someone like you?” You blinked.

‘Because, never in a million years would I have thought I’d have a chance with you.’ Those had been Steven’s words when he realized what had happened. It was true, until a few weeks ago, you wouldn’t normally approach someone like Steven. Actually, you wouldn’t approach anyone at all, much less make the first move, but you had found him charming with all of his quirks. He was obviously attractive, despite his constant disheveled state.

Nonetheless, Steven was nice, good-looking, and very attentive. And you liked that. A lot.

“You probably made his day, hell, his year. Fuck, I think you are the dick one for getting his hopes up.”

“What makes you think you have a chance?” The grin on his face dropped at that. He scoffed, then laughed again. “Maybe you are right, I kissed you after all. But I fucked him. I think he already got his chance.”

This time Jake looked completely taken aback, confusion written all over his face. You grabbed your bag and opened it, reaching inside to pull out a pen and a tiny notebook. You quickly started writing on it.

“Sweetheart.” You ripped the note and placed it on the dashboard. It had your phone number written on it. You then put everything back in the bag and removed Jake’s jacket from your lap.

“Maybe I was wrong about you, I hope you think things through, then we can talk. Good night, Jake.” You open the car door and step out.

“No seas así, podemos hablar.” Jake says and you roll your eyes. (“Don’t be like that, we can talk.”)

“No. I’m tired.”

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[kings-highway]

slaps u with the "have u considered...." beam and the rarepair i raise u is iwaken. thoughts? :3

hmmmm mhm mhmmmmmm 🤔

I would be lying if I said they hadn't crossed my mind before, but that is mostly due to the very specific niche friendground of Iwa-Suga-Kenma-Tendo-Akaashi I am obsessed with. As a specifically romantic and monogamous ship... let me see...

I actually think I like them. I'm struggling to see if they would have much in common, but I'm not sure they'd need to. I can see Kenma absolutely curling up against Iwaizumi while he plays a video game and Iwaizumi is distracted watching a movie or something and they're not very touchy-feely people but they will DRAPE themselves over each other.

I think Kenma would absolutely be able to get him into video games. Iwa is already like kinda a closet nerd, and he finds Kenma just too cute to resist so he ends up playing any game he wants and getting SO invested in winning, but Kenma keeps whipping his ass at everything they play. He gets legit, like, actual mad at losing, but somehow his anger over losing really helps Kenma recenter video games as "just games" so HE ends up being the one to say something like "hey, lets go get ice cream instead" and then finds that he actually really likes listening to Iwaizumi talk about whatever shenanigans the Seijoh boys have been up to.

I think they both related to each other a lot, and especially because they have really intense bestfriendships. Like not only do they shittalk the fuck out of Kuroo/Oikawa to vent, but I think they would really understand the difference between friendships and romance. Like when Iwaizumi is full on sobbing because Oikawa is moving around the world, Kenma has ZERO jealousy, because he actually understands, and just holds him. And when Kenma tells him he's canceling date night because Kuroo had a family emergency, Iwaizumi has NO resent towards them, because he actually understands (and has done the same.) I think this comes on the heels of a lot of failed relationships being really jealous and bitter about them having "other top priorities" but both Kenma and Iwa would be totally okay sharing the top space on ocassion because they mutually know that their romance and love is not mutually exclusive with the really intense platonic loves they have.

I think Iwa would just fucking love picking Kenma up. Kenma would hate it but Iwaizumi would be grinning so much.

Mostly when I imagine them, they're cuddling and sharing very embarassed first kisses and having late night slumber parties. I think Iwa would be surprised by how much he likes Kenma, but nobody would be more surprised than Kenma when he catches himself daydreaming about kissing Seijoh's ace. Dude would be straight in denial (though I also imagine he makes the first move. Very nervously and almost unable to speak, tugging on Iwaizumi's school jacket to get his attention and asking for his number. Kuroo has never seen him ask for anyone's number before. He's in awe. He is very proud of him tho. Meanwhile Oikawa and the rest of the Seijoh team razz the SHIT out of Iwaizumi for having his "new cutiepie boyfriend WHO was THAT he's ADORABLE." Iwaizumi would be such a furious shade of red.

Overall ratings:

For me, personal Interest: 5/10

Concept/Potential: 9/10

[cafeleningrad]

So, there're some theories going around that Kanae once was a Black Rose duelist but due to Akio's ability to erase and alter memories she forgot about that. Some go even further speculating that this is another reason why Anthy despises her so much on top of being enraged that yet another person doesn't get at all that Akio is terrible. Another additional theory speculates that Kanae could've been in the first duel including female duelists.

Out of this I fabricate my pitch for a duelist-Kanae-story: Utena as a story is so brilliant because already in episode one the issue of "girls are as capable as guys!" is just a stepping stone in discussion how actually the emulation of a hierarchical power system will keep people miserable. But what if Kanae's story stopped at "girls can do it too!"?

What if the first female duelists had to overcome high hurdles to be respected as duelists. What if the promise to be respected was only given under the condition of participating in the duels? What if Kanae and her possible others duelists were hindered or had too much of a tunnelvision to realize all the implications of the reality behind the power of Dios?

Perhaps Kanae and Anthy had a blossoming friendship in which Kanae fantasized vividly about her gaining the power of Dios would mean that by the virtue of being a girl, Anthy would finally find safety in female support. Maybe Anthy silently, faintly hoped that yes maybe girls would be more gentle with each other. (Against all previous exclusion and bullying, maybe the reason why she's disdained is because of so much unwanted male attention?)

Meanwhile Akio seduces Kanae, and puts ideas in her mind: Once the duels are over and her deed done, she could be happy with him. At the same time, a little ambitious voice in Kanae is wondering, if she ever won, how much she could create with the power of Dios...

What if the girls would actually be played against each other because there can only be one person attaining the power of Dios. Maybe there even girls who look down upon Anthy because she's so passive, not getting out of her misery herself. All Anthy would need to do is to duel herself. Why isn't she doing it then?! Some female duelists turn against each other because they either see themselves as exceptional, not as weak ask the other duelists, surely not as weak as the Rosebride. Others have given up on trying to negociate, they're convinced their vision alone will benefit all other girls best.

But in the end, what they don't realize is that the power of Dios was never theirs. The end culminates in Kanae being almost drunk with joy to come out as final duelist, the Rosebride would finally be treated fairly, with the power of Dios she would install fairness in the social dynamic within Ohtori. But Akio takes her sword, Kanae in shock finds herself in the dress of the Rosebride. Kanae witnesses in horror Anthy's martyrdom, cries when Akio breaks her sword, and realizes way too late that freedom was never in the cards for neither her nor Anthy, nor for anyone else.

Reset.

Kanae's first day of highschool begins. Her mother and father introduce her to the new chairman. She's smitten. Has she seen that handsome face before? Girls are jealous of her but also admire Kanae for such a good match, going on dates with such a galant man. If only their parents would arrange such dream matches. A year later Kanae's parents announce that they plan to engage her Akio. Such a charming, good-looking, capable, a promising man should join the family, what a good match he would be to her good looks, education, and status. Akio is so dreamy, handsome, and gallant. But why is Kanae feeling nervous then? Marriage right after highschool, how young and beautiful she will look in that dress... She can't remember if she'd had any plans, well concrete plans after graduation... Does marriage mean she can still go to university? Would Akio restrict her to maybe travel a bit? And the she gets introduced to Akio's little sister, silent, closed-off, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, never looking at her, smiling. Kanae will marry after graduation, that is certain. That will be good, her friends, her family, everyone tells her how what a good catch she made.... Why is she not happy then? That constant doubt, maybe she should get counseling.