#I DON'T FEEL LIKE GOING TO GET THE EYES EMOJI I'M ON MY LAPTOP

[whoslaurapalmer]

very [eyes emoji] at sunny fic right now bc. oh things are Taking Shape Over Here

[astridthevalkyrie]

cw: afab reader + she/her pronouns, creepy stuff, yandere ig??, very very very brief and extremely mild use of phone as a vibrator, if you've seen gravity falls this is inspired by the soos and the real girl ep 💀

You pause and exit out of the app right as you open up the video call link, ignoring the twinge of guilt you feel at leaving during such a steamy scene. It's not real, you remind yourself, like you have a million times in the past month. A part of you wants to find the coziest corner of this library and play until you've leveled up all the memories you can and gone on all nine claw machine dates you're allowed to, but it's time to unplug.

Besides, you have an actual date.

"Hey!" your boyfriend greets as soon as the video loads up, grinning when he sees your face. "Are you in the library?"

"Yeah. Booked a room all for you," you tease, setting your phone down to focus on your laptop.

"Wow, I'm flattered. So what's been up lately?"

You sigh. "Nothing much. Same old boring stuff. What about you?"

He starts talking about his new job, the entire reason that you and he have been long-distance for the past few months. You're not going to lie to yourself—it's rough. It feels like torture, not being able to see him and hold him and kiss him. You've really, really missed him. That's probably why you've turned to dating sims of all things in the first place.

Your phone buzzes while he's talking, and your eyes flick over to the screen.

new text from alien boy <3

Your brows furrow in confusion. This app doesn't notify you about new texts, because they only come through while you're on the app itself. And you never just get texts, unless you've leveled up on affinity, which you haven't in the past half hour.

Whatever. Probably some new feature or event you don't know about yet. You turn your attention back to your boyfriend.

"—And my break will be in two weeks," he finishes his story, then smiles. "Which means in two weeks I'll be seeing you, pretty girl."

Eyes lighting up, you lean in so you can blow him a light kiss. "I can't wait. I already have the whole weekend planned out. We'll go to the park, the museum—I thought we could go canoeing if you wanted to—"

Once again, your phone buzzes.

alien boy <3: didn't we have plans that weekend?

Your stomach flips unpleasantly.

Huh?

"What is it?" your boyfriend asks, noticing your struck expression.

"N-nothing, just—this app I downloaded, it gave me a super weird notification. For a second, I thought it was, like, listening to me."

He chuckles. "Creepy. What app is it?"

"Nothing," you say quickly, not sure if you should even tell your boyfriend that you've found solace in fictional characters during his absence. "Just some stupid game."

This time when your phone buzzes, you jump a little in your seat.

It's not a text. Someone's calling you. Your shoulders almost sag until you notice there's no name on the caller id, just a small spaceship emoji.

"What the hell," you mutter under your breath, putting one finger up to the camera. Your boyfriend nods in understanding, leaning back and muting himself while you swipe and answer the call. "Hello?"

No answer.

"Hello-o-o?"

Still nothing. You almost hang up, until the barest of sounds makes your ears perk up. If you strain them and press the phone so close it's smushing your cheek, you can hear something. It sounds like someone whispering, but you can't make out anything.

"Hello? Um, your audio is super low, I can barely hear you. Hello? Can you hear me?"

With no change, you hang up, frustrated. It might be a prank call. You're in the library on a Friday night and there's barely anyone here, one of your friends might've thought it was hilarious to mess with you.

"Spam call." You shrug uneasily, slipping the phone down between your thighs this time instead of on the table. He nods in understanding, then starts saying something.

"You're still on mute, sweetheart, I can't hear you."

He makes an oh face, then leans forward a bit to use the mouse. After a few seconds, though, his eyes narrow in focus and he shakes his head. He looks up, mouthing can you hear me now?

"Nope. Can you still hear me?"

An affirmative nod. Weird. It's still showing that he's muted on your end. "What, is it not clicking?"

You see him look back up to the screen, whether to nod or shake his head, you don't find out, because the screen glitches out for a moment, and all you see is a door.

You shriek, clamping a hand over your mouth.

His face is back in front of you again, and you still can't hear him, but he clearly sees how freaked out you are, because he tilts his head up concernedly, as though to ask you what's wrong.

You didn't scream because of the glitch.

You screamed because you've visited your boyfriend at his new place before, and that door was his door.

"Can you hear me? Is your door locked?" He only looks more confused, shaking his head like you're the one who's muted now.

Your phone lights up before you can grab it and call him, and you gasp when it buzzes against your core and doesn't stop buzzing. It doesn't vibrate this much when you get a call, and there is no call on the home screen, nor text, nor any kind of notification. It feels like it presses itself into your skin more, and you grip the table with one hand at the brief jolt of pleasure before snatching it and unlocking the screen.

Before you can click the phone app, Love&Deepspace opens. You groan in frustration, trying to swipe up to no avail. Did you accidentally click on it? It wasn't even in the list of apps on your main page.

Movement from your laptop catches your eye. Your boyfriend's looking forward, but not at the camera. He's looking at—at something, and he backs up in his chair, looking terrified all of a sudden.

"What is it?" you say as loud as you can, but even if he does hear you, he doesn't respond, and instead, his mouth falls open in a silent scream.

The screen goes black, and then so does the entire library.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." You look back down at your phone, ready to crack it if it doesn't swipe up and get out of this stupid app—

There's no one there.

Your heart stutters in its chest.

There's always someone in the Destiny Cafe.

There's no one there.

And on the little white armchair in the background, there's a dark streak of red dripping down and staining the cloth.

"What the fuck," you whisper, eyes wide. Your laptop screen flickers.

The facetime has been replaced by grey-blonde hair, that gently brushes against baby blue eyes with a soft, unassuming smile.

"You shouldn't pause me," he coos, "now, where were we?"

a/n: i hope no one tells me that people don't put their phones between their thighs while sitting bc i very much do. also. i'm talking to a guy on FT in the library tomorrow. hope i don't have gift of foresight. or maybe i hope i do muwahahaha. this is actually mad goofy and not scary at all

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just One Reason: A Wonderful Winter Time

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

masterlist - to be added

Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

'❄️IT'S SNOWING!❄️' 

You hit send and put the phone down. You glance through the window on the other side of your desk and smile. You have it all set up so your heavy laptop doesn't block out the scenery, though it's just the alleyway.

The suite in the building across from yours usually has a rich array of flowers on the summer. And the sun hits nicely at a certain time of day and almost illuminates the brick. 

The whole desk buzzes and you read the response. Lloyd almost makes you laugh with only a '😿'. He used to tease you for all your emojis but now you find yourself trying to decipher his use of them. Sometimes he doesn't make much sense. He is a funny guy. 

You pick up your phone and take a picture out the window of how the powder starts to pile on the railing across from you. You hit send and add a follow-up, 'so prettttty.' 

You smile as you peer out again. Another swell of nostalgia floods through you then rolls over to a sense of longing. Your dad would love it. He'd be trying to goad you into sledding, even though he always lost control of his toboggan.  

Your phone shakes violently in your hand. This time, it doesn't stop. You answer Lloyd's call, "uh, hi?" 

"Whatcha doin'?" 

"Uhhhhh," you lean your elbow on the desk, "just finished some work. Was going to put the kettle on--" 

"Forget the kettle. I'm outside." 

"Outside? Lloyd." 

"I know, tootsie, you're a creature of habit but I'm a man without rules," he snickers. 

"I didn't even know you were back," you say. 

"Wow, some welcome, huh?" He scoffs. "Thought you'd be happy to see me." 

"I am," you argue shrilly. "Alright, let me just get my stuff. It might take me a few." 

"Sure thing, candy girl," he says, "I'll keep the seat warm. Crank this thing up to ten." 

"Right, bye," you hang up and stand with a sigh. 

You're happy to have a friend but Lloyd can be a bit... demanding. He's a bit oblivious too. He doesn't always ask, he just kind of does. You're much the opposite but you suppose it makes it more interesting.  

You grab some socks before you tuck your feet into your boots. You stand and grab your jacket. You lost a button and replaced it with a close dupe. Still, it stands out. 

You shove your phone in your purse and pause. Your forgetting something. You scurry back to grab the bundle on the armrest then pluck up your keys. You hurry out and barrell down the stares. He may have caught you offguard but you always hate to keep anyone waiting. 

You kick up snow as you near his car and the doors unlock loudly. You sit with your feet outside and shake off the snow. You pull your legs in and shut the door with a brr. 

"I thought you liked this sh--stuff," he snorts. 

"I do!" You hold out the bundle, "welcome back, Lolly." 

He smirks and curiously eyes the sewn pouch. He takes it and chuckles at the nickname. One autocorrect mixup and it just sort of stuck. 

"Remember, you can't call me that around others. I got an aura to maintain," he says as he loosens the string and looks inside. He tugs out the wolly mitt with its black and grey ombre. He narrows his eyes and slips the other free. He examines them, feeling the stitching. 

"You don't have mitts so I made some," you say, "just in time too!" 

He looks at you then back at the wool, "you made them?" 

"Yeah, like mine," you bounce excitedly, "you like them. I hope the colour's okay. I didn't have black but I found that on discount." 

"They're... nice," he says. 

"Please, try them. See if they fit. I had to guess and my hands are tiny." 

"Uh, yeah," he flinches and looks down again. He shoves his hand into one and raises it, stretching is fingers inside, "perfect. Warm." 

"Awesome," you smile proudly. "But uh, you know... if you don't like them. I know they're not really your style. Oh, maybe I could sew in a Gucci tag--"  

"Stop," he slips it off and puts them back in the bag, "I love em, okay?" 

He leans over and pulls open the glove box. He puts them inside, his shoulder against you, and snaps it shut. 

"Make sure I don't lose them," he sits back and rests his hand on your seat, "so, anyway, you're not gonna make me feel like a chump so easy. You're not the only one with a surprise." 

"Please, I'm not dressed for that bar," you protest.  

"Ha, no, don't worry, you'll be fine," he assures you. 

"Can I have a hint?" You ask as he pulls away from the curb.  

"Nope," he makes the P pop. 

"Hmm, alright. I'll be patient." 

"Just sit pretty, tootsie roll," he steers down the snowy street cautiously. "Wanna turn on some of that girly trash you listen to?" 

You roll your eyes and tap the touchscreen of the stereo. You search for the 00s station and hit play. An Xtina classic comes on and you turn it up. 

"Oh, I love this one," you wiggle in your seat. 

"Really?" He remarks, "wouldn't think..." 

You sit back and tap your foot to the rhythm. You watch the snowflakes drift and peer up into the deepening blue evening. It's so pretty. You're just happy not to be alone. 

You look over as the tires crunch to a stop at the light. At least he has the sense not to drive like a maniac in this weather. As you glance at him, his lips curve around the lyrics of the song silently. You chuckle softly and turn back to the window. You knew he liked your music. 

[writtnbyhan]

Can I request a fic where hyunjin had a really bad day and then reader says something that’s obviously meant to be a joke, or idk buys him the wrong order of food etc but he gets really upset and takes it to heart and starts crying and reader realizes something is definitely wrong because he’s never that sensitive and she gets him to open up to her about how stressed he’s been etc and she just helps him get through the day and feel better.

hey!! I loved this request because I love hurt/comfort, even though I don't know if I'm good at writing it...? I tried my best, though! I really hope you like it and that it is what you wanted. I don't know if Hyune actually feels like this sometimes but the mere thought just made me want to fly to Korea and tell this man how much I love him. So, there's that!!! hope you like it.

word count: 1560

Fuck. fuck. fuck.

You know you fucked up, somehow. Looking at your boyfriend's sad face in front of you, you look back upon your interactions today, trying to pinpoint exactly what you did wrong.

Hyunjin had texted you around midday, a simple “coming over tonight after schedules”, to which you responded with a heart emoji and continued working. Luckily, you worked from home so you were able to clean around the house so you could wait for him at your apartment. He was usually done with schedules by 7 p.m., or maybe 8 at the latest. You were free from work by 6:30, so you took a shower and sat on the couch to watch an episode of Friends, sure that by the time it was done your boyfriend would be arriving.

Distracted by the episode, you only remembered he was apparently late when you were halfway through the third episode. Looking at your phone, you saw it was around 10 already.

“baby? you still coming over, right?” you sent, worried frown on your face. You figured he had gone to his place to get cleaned up, maybe dance practice ran late and he had to wait until 3racha showered, or something. He probably had a reasonable explanation, you figured, even when he didn’t text you back, you knew he wouldn’t stand you up.

Sure enough, about 30 minutes later your boyfriend arrived, opening the door for himself and getting inside, running away from the chilly night air that probably made him feel cold due to his wet hair. You frowned, looking at him.

“I’m so, so sorry!” he quickly apologized, taking off his shoes in a rush so as to get closer to you as fast as possible. “Everything got delayed and then Jisung took forever in the shower, I’m so sorry!” he repeated.

“And here I was thinking you stood me up and I’d be able to sleep without someone stealing all the sheets tonight.” you joked, sighing as soon as you finished saying those words as if you meant them, even though it was an obvious joke, and you figured he could tell by the blush that crept to your cheeks as soon as he stepped through the door. Even after dating for a few months, you were always blushing around him.

He froze, but you didn’t notice that because you were watching the screen in front of you to click pause on the episode. After doing so, you closed the laptop and stretched your back, only then looking at him again. You noticed he was staring at the floor and had stopped moving towards you halfway through the living room, so he was standing close to the door, just looking at the floor as if it had something interesting to tell him.

“Hyune?” you asked, worried, trying to get his attention. He hummed without looking up, letting you know you were heard. “What’s going through your head?”

“You really think I would stand you up?” he asked, and his voice broke a little near the end. Your eyes grew big, surprised he was taking that comment so seriously. Before you got a chance to say anything, he continued. “Am I… do I ever make you believe you're not loved enough?”

He looked up as he let out the last question, and you were now able to see the tears that were running silently down his face, his worried eyes fixed on you as you gasped in surprise, quickly getting up to get close to him.

“Hyunjin! No!” You were almost reprimanding him. Seeing him this sad made you feel guilty, and your heart broke a little at the sight of the tears and the hurt he was feeling.

When you were close enough, you tiptoed and put your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

“Baby, I never once believed you were actually standing me up, you make me feel so loved and so sure. I knew if you weren’t coming you’d let me know, so I figured something had happened and you were running late.” you explained in whispers, still hugging him.

His arms were around your waist now, and he hugged you so tight he almost left you without air. His face was hidden in your neck, and you could feel his wet cheeks brushing against your skin. You worry, because it’s obvious that the tears are still falling and because he’s never this insecure.

“Hyune?” you ask again to get his attention, but you don’t wait for a hum this time before continuing. “What’s wrong?”

Hyunjin is silent for a few seconds, probably thinking if you really want to hear what’s burdening him. Trying to be reassuring, you move one of your hands to his hair, interlocking your hands with locks of hair, massaging his scalp. He sighs, and you know you broke through him and his walls — they’re never strong enough to keep you out, and you’re so glad for that.

“I’m just stressed, y/n…” he says, voice so tired it makes you wanna cry.

When you realize he won’t continue talking, you try to get him to open up more. “Why is that, baby? What exactly has got you this stressed? You know you’re an amazing artist so, what’s wrong?”

Hyunjin thinks. He’s picking up the reasons why he’s stressed, trying to organize his thoughts and put them into words.

“Everything is too much.” he settles for, in the end. “You know the comeback is this week, right?” You nod, and he must feel it against his head because he continues. “Well, we have everything ready and only practice the choreographies and film interviews and that’s the thing. I feel like I should be doing more, I feel like people think I should be doing more. Also! The whole ambassador thing… it makes me so happy, but I feel like I’m also not good enough for it, not worthy of such an honor… I should be doing more to actually earn it.” he says, almost rushing through his words as more things come to mind. You’re still hugging, so he can’t see how you close your eyes in a pained expression as you hear him speak. It hurts you that he thinks this way of himself.

“Hyunjin…” Your voice breaks, betraying you. “You are doing so good, I’ve seen you practice the choreographies and I see your work with Versace and… baby, believe me, you’re doing enough. You are enough. Even if you weren’t doing anything, you deserve this so much because you’re you! They want you because you have the charisma, and the look, not because of what you do to promote. The enterprise and the kids, they love you because you’re you, and you do an amazing work. If they wanted you to do more, they would ask for it. If they don’t tell you explicitly, that means you’re doing enough — and knowing you, you’re probably doing even more than you should. Do you think your fancams have the amount of views they have just because you’re pretty? I mean, you are, I won’t deny that, but you’re also mesmerizing on stage, even when you don’t try that hard. Now, I can tell that you’re trying because you look… more than thrice as good. It’s actually unbelievable. I know Stay is proud of you, and I am too. No one thinks you should do more than what you do or you should try harder, we think you’re enough, and we thank you for doing what you do already.”

Your voice is firm, even if it breaks sometimes, betraying that tears are running down your face too. It makes you ache that the person you love so much is doubting himself.

“Baby…” Hyunjin says, and his voice is barely audible. He’s sobbing now against your neck, and you don’t blame him because you can only imagine how long he’s kept this hidden and how badly he needed to hear what you just told him.

You shush him and go back to massaging his scalp.

“Let’s go to bed, okay? You need to rest, and you need cuddles and kisses. I’m going to kiss you until you forget every doubt you have about yourself, okay?” You whisper, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckles and nods, untangling himself from you but taking your hand, guiding you to your room. You notice he doesn’t want you to see him while he cries because he turns around quickly. You smile, shaking your head slowly. You’re so in love with that man, you doubt there’s anything he could do to scare you away.

You squeeze his hand three times, the universal signal for “I love you”. He squeezes back, and when you arrive in the bedroom you cuddle with him and make good on your promise to kiss him until he forgets.

The next day, you start by reminding him how proud you are of him, and promising him that the kids are also proud, and so is Stay. You take it one day at a time, checking in on him and letting him tell you every doubt he has, something just to get them off his chest and sometimes so you can free him of said doubts. One day at a time, slowly, until he realizes how much he’s worth.

[evansbby]

omg idea:

what if steve gets injured/hurt and omega had to look after him? maybe he got in a fight(he won ofc but he still got hurt) or gets injured during a football match.

my thoughts:

maybe steve went to a party and omega stayed home and he gets into a fight , i feel like if steve got hurt from a fight there’s a small chance his pride wouldn’t want omega see him because he’s her big strong alpha and he doesn’t want to look weak infront of her so he gets one of the guys to fix him up and then when he comes home late at night he avoids her and tries to hide it from her and yh idk(unlikely ik but just a thought)

however i firmly believe hed absolutely LOVE omega taking care of him , he’d be like “such a good housewife” praising her and everything , she probably wouldn’t wanna give him stitches or anything but she’d definitely hold an ice pack to his face for him and wipe his face but i can imagine steve wanting her to stitch him up lmao because he only wants his omega to touch his face

(this sounds stupid now i’ve written it but hey it’s an idea)

this does NOT sound stupid at all, bestie! (although please excuse my lack of emojis bc i am on my laptop sakdldsa) also i got multiple asks about steve getting injured all around the same time last night which is so funny

oh i can totally imagine steve going to a party and getting into a fight!!! he just drank a bit too much bc he was bored bc his omega was at home and he was missing her and didn't know what he was even doing at this party. and then he got rowdy and when some guy bumped into him by accident, steve picked a fight with him and it got physical and although steve won the fight, his hand is either broken or sprained :(

anyways, omega sees how he's hold his arm awkwardly and she knows immediately what happened bc she has that connection with him and she's like "oh steve, let me help!" and steve's like "hmph no, go to bed. i'm fine." bc he's an alpha and "aLpHaS dOn'T gEt iNjUrEd!1!1!!1" but but but!! omega silently goes to the kitchen and gets an ice pack, and then she sits on steve's lap and holds the ice pack to his hand and also cleans up his cuts!

and steve is eating this UP like he's pretending to be all moody and brooding but he doesn't even care, he's so heart eyes inwardly and sooo turned on by how cute and housewifely his omega is and how much she cares about him!!! to clean him up!!! (he's also still drunk so he lets himself feel all this btw, instead of suppressing it).

anyways and then steve makes omega ride him and she does. the end.

[euijoosorangeslice]

hiiii my favorite and beloved writer-nim!!!

i apologize this might be a little too specific, but i’d like to request a very very needy sub!harua with a freshman uni student s/o, who’s super serious about studying and might not always give enough attention to rua … 🫣

also, can i please be 🦋 anon, if you’re okay with it~

yes, i acc am on a computer right now so id the butterfly emoji looks odd that's why, but here u goo 🦋 anon.

patience is virtue shigeta harua x reader

warnings: sub!harua, he whines a lot, i think the reader is pissed off at harua, reader fingers him, handjobs, hair pulling, pussy eating

Great, another assignment due at 11:59. And it was already 10:00 pm. Not to mention that you had to do your art project before the next morning, and study for your literature test. You were hastily typing away on your laptop, drinking black coffee to keep you awake. Suddenly, your phone rang.

It was your boyfriend. God, you did not have the energy to talk to him right now. He was whining about how you hadn't fucked him in so long, and barely even touched him when he was around. Your surprised he wasn't already under your arm crying about your neglect. Either way, you picked up your phone. "What's up?"

"Y/n~...can I come over? Please don't say you're too busy studying!" He spoke really fast, and by the sounds of it he was already walking. "Fine. I am studying right now, so don't distract me okay?" You demanded, Harua humming in agreement. "I hoped you said yes, because I'm already in the elevator." You immediately hung up, sighing. He was so clingy.

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You opened your door, your boyfriend flying into your arms. You sat down onto your chair, pulling out your textbook to study. Low and behold, Harua was sitting on your lap while you were studying. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. Out of nowhere, you heard him whimper and push down his hips.

"No. We're not doing this right now, baby. I need to focus." You immediately shut down his advances, making him whine. "I r-really need this. Can you please just touch me?" You ignored him, reading your textbook. He nibbled on your neck, you groaning in annoyance.

"Fine. You want to act like a slut then I'll treat you like one." You stood up, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. "Take your pants off rua. I'll give you what you want." He hurriedly removed his sweatpants and boxers, panting in excitement. You grabbed some lube off your bedstand, making his eyes go wide. "W-wait are we-"

"Shut up. You were begging me over text yesterday to finger you, and now when I do it you act all shocked." He whined, placing his heads behind his head. You put some lube on your index finger, slowly pushing into the tight muscle. "A-ah...Y-y/n that feels weird...," he whimpered, making you smile to yourself. "It's ok, you'll get used to it."

The slide became easier, speeding up your fingers as you played with his hole. His whines became moans, you using your spare hand to wrap around his cock and stroke him. He grabbed the bedsheets, moaning louder than before and slightly arching his back. "I-I'm gonna cum," he warned, you speeding up your hands. In time, he spilled over your hand and clenched around your fingers.

"W-woah. That was insanely good." He panted out, you ignoring him and cleaning off your hands. It was already 11, so you sat down at your desk and started to study again. He put his boxers back on, watching you read your textbook section and take footnotes.

"Hey, Y/n? Wanna watch a movie?" he suggested, you sighing again. "Maybe later. I have to keep working until midnight. You could help me with my art work?" Harua stood up from the bed, whining in annoyance. "Ugh, I don't wanna do school work! I just want to cuddle." "I told you I was studying."

You turned around in your chair, staring into Harua's soul. "Rua, i told you that I was gonna be studying. You always come over when I'm studying and complain when I don't touch you all day. It's always about what you want." Harua jutted his lip out, watching your eyebrows furrow. "Then how can I give you what you want?"

"Relaxation and quiet. And head." You finished, turning back around in your chair. "Well why didn't you just say so! I can eat you out if you'd let me." Harua crawled under your desk, pulling your panties off. You scooted to the edge of the chair, Harua licked your clit, hearing you hum in pleasure. Slowly licking circles and dipping his fingers inside of you. "I might as well return the favor." he joked, you giggling lightly and still focused on your work.

"Finally, all done with that. N-now Harua do you think I should I should use purple or yellow for the background?" You asked, Harua pulling away in annoyance. "You're seriously still doing that? Just focus on me!" He whined, attaching his lips to your clit again. You continued to work on the assignment digitally, sketching as you moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, rua. That feels so good." you moaned, looking down at your boyfriend's excited face.

Harua really got off on pleasuring you, slightly humping the edge of your chair while his tongue worked. You pulled his hair closer to you, mewling in pleasure as he sped his tongue up. "Y-yes! God Harua I'm gonna cum." You orgasmed on his tongue, slick dripping onto the bottom half of his face. You hadn't realized until Harua moaned as you were pulling his hair, that he had already came in his boxers. "Sensitive much?" You teased, Harua whimpering and pulling his boxers off. "Now relaxation and quiet."

Harua groaned loudly, standing up and taking a walk of shame to the bathroom to change,

[soobberries]

I want to hear your thoughts on something- ot5! voyeurism. Who do you think would be into it?

I cannot get this image out of my head: one member (bf? fwb? or maybe you're just a groupie(?)) sits behind you, his legs on top of yours to keep your legs wide open. He's got one arm around you to keep you pressed against him, while his free hand is busy stretching you out with his fingers as his four bandmates are stroking their cocks, focused on watching the way your cunt is slick, dripping with your arousal with lust-filled eyes.

One of them will prob whip out his phone and start filming to send it in the gc & rewatch later because they don't want to forget the pretty noises you make, both from your core and your lips, as well as how hot you look with a fucked out expression.

Ofc leads to a very messy sixsome. 👍

LMFAO I am soooo sorry abt the way I wrote this, I am very clearly not a smut writer, but I needed to get this out because my brain is having a meltdown 🥴🫠 accept my sincerest apologies 🤲

POHEW. Not a messy sixome >insert that thirsty emoji since I'm on my laptop and lazy to pull it out<

Please don't apologise for how you wrote this! I'm no true smut write myself so I can't say I'd do a better or worse job hehe~! Either way I'm just excited to share these ideas of course!

Hmm now let me think... I feel as though many of us are to an extent, voyeurs... I mean if you have to just think in simple terms of the consumption of porn and such. Plus if we want to give some level of validation to your scenario, we'd have to assume that they are all voyeurs, so let me discuss the scenario seperately to the general question of who I'd think is into it.

I also mentioned in a different ask that in theory someone can be really into something but in practice, not really. While I won't go into specifics like that other post, realistically, only one of them would be okay with true voyeurism...and i also don't know who it would be... Anyway being too realistic is boring so in a general sense, who's super into it?

I'd say resident weebs Soobin and Huening! Beomgyu closely after. The other two seem more possessive and while they'd be into watching you play with yourself, they don't seem to be into watching someone else play with you, get what I mean?

Now moving on, lets assign who's who in your lovely scenario hehe.

Idk my mind is so set on the person with their fingers being inside you being Taehyun lmao. We all know Taehyun is lowkey beefy so having his muscular arms and legs hold you down? sounds hot. Beomgyu is recording... It could be Kai but I just feel he'd be too focused on watching Taehyun's fingers slipping inside of you, mesmerised by how it seems to disappear so effortlessly, thinking about what it must feel like to have his own fingers inside.

I can't work out the logistics but I'd say it would make most sense to be fwb with Taehyun, and he openly shares your sexual escapades with the other members. And lets say you're friends with all of them to some extent or at least acquainted somehow... You at least have disgustingly obvious sexual tension with two of them (I'm betting on Kai and Beomgyu. Those two are just... intense.) Then of course after hearing about your sexual encounters on the occasion from Taehyun, as well as actually hearing you in the literal sense when Taehyun is fucking the living daylights outta you, the other two can't help but let their minds wonder on occasion. Perhaps one had a lewd dream about and the other secretly masturbated to your sounds one frustrating night lmao.

Either way Taehyun is definitely a little shit, enough to the extent that he'd bask in taunting the other members as well as you by playing with you in front of them.

It's easy to picture him dragging lets say Kai and Soobin (them being the most likely to take part in something like this without their pride getting in the way like Gyu and Yeonjun) to watch you since they were ever so curious. He'd ask you about the ordeal before, and ignoring the awkward glances and scoffs exchanged between you, Kai, and Soobin, unsure about what to do when actually faced with the situation, he'd order you to strip down and get on his lap.

Plus Taehyun manspread>>> ahem, anyway.

Once your situated on his lap, he pulls your legs apart, not really considering how embarrassing the whole thing would be for you, sticking his knees behind yours to secure the position, using his arms to pull you close to his chest, his lips trailing gentle kisses against your neck as he reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

Even if you were embarrassed, with the position and the way it feels to have him touch you, as well as the dazed stares of the other two, you'd be far too gone to really focus in on that feeling.

The other two, both with puzzled expressions, zoning in on your clit initially trying to get a grasp of everything, simultaneously being impressed by how well Taehyun knows your body as well as trying to explain why their pants suddenly feel so fucking tight. Taehyung would tighten one arm around your waist, leaving soft bites on your neck, and whispering all sorts of things to you "Are you extra wet because the others are watching?" "Feels like you're extra sensitive to my touch with an audience. He'd focus on you a lot more than the guys but he won't rule them out in that situation.

He'd probably call out their bulges and call them idiots if they don't plan to take this opportunity to touch themselves. Anyway I'm sure Kai is the first to pull his dick out, absolutely dazed by everything.

Then after some toying, Taehyun gets a second finger in no time,, starting to hit you're favourite spots, causing you to arch into him. Obviously hearing the ruckus the other two would get curious and even if they're taken aback by the site before them: Soobin and Kai touching themselves at the site of you crumbling against Taehyun's fingers, they'd simply lose sense of logic sooner or later, standing by the doorframe feeling themselves get turned on too.

Beomgyu, being first to pop out his camera, Yeonjun being the first to approach you directly kneeling down in front of you, ready to probably eat you out or at least ask Taehyun if he can put his fingers inside you, eager to see if he could also get you to make those same sounds you were just making.

Yeonjun's fingers and mouth busy themselves against you while Taehyun pulls you closer to him while he sucks on your neck and ruts his hips into your back, Beomgyu filming from the doorway as he rubs his bulge with his free hand. Once Soobin sees Yeonjun joining, he wills himself to move forward and attach his lips to your nipple and use his other hand to play with the other. Kai is the only one that remains dazed at the site, happily being satisfied without touching you for now.

I mean your senses at this point... how much will you truly process when there's already three men al up against you, making it their mission to just make you feel good.

it's putting a different meaning to tomorrow x together for sure...

Idk when it happens exactly but once you cum once, Taehyun for sure tells you to move so he can get rid of his pants, and when you stand this is the opportunity that Kai takes to simply come make out with you, maybe he'd take your hand and place it on his dick, hoping you'd help him. Yeonjun is experimenting with you still, basking in the way you squeeze around his fingers, and Soobin is in boob heaven so they're staying busy. Taehyun wouldn't hesitate to pull you back into his lap, shooing Yeonjun away so that he can fuck you like he wants to. Yeonjun doesn't even care much though, he's so fixated on your expressions instead, he may go help Beomgyu out if he's feeling fruity though idk... Beomgyu has been filming but he has to put the phone down at some point to focus purely on getting himself off... Then again when he sees what you look like with Taehyun's cock inside of you, he suddenly has this urge to also want to be inside of you...

Eh... I'm sure they figure out some way to take turns... He may opt to just shove his cock in your mouth though if the position allows for it.

Well as for the rest... I may have to consider actually becoming a smut writer and write the whole thing out hehe!

Thanks for sharing your lovely insights~!^^

[readychilledwine]

Hello lovelies! Long post regarding requests below the cut 💜

Tldr located at the bottom. 💜

I currently have over 30 things in my inbox 😬

I am in the process of trying to condense similar requests down to maybe give a few people who are requesting very similar things something that covers what both parties want.

I also am just going to be just responding to some instead of giving them full fics or drabbles. There's a few that are very similar to fics I've already posted, WIPS I already have, or their ideas for things I've made multipart fics.

If it's similar to one I've posted, I'm concerned with those that I may end up almost copy and pasting with a few name changes, and that's not the content quality I want to give all of you nor the expectation I have of myself, so I will not be fulfilling those requests at the moment, but I want your ideas to be out there for someone else. If it's similar to a WIP, I'm responding with a preview of what's written. If it's an idea for an existing multipiece, you may get a little preview, or just the side eye emojis if I'm trying to keep things sneaky sneaky (like I am with Bound by Fate and Cat and Mouse)

*heavy sigh here*

Warnings for this next part - discussion things in my inbox related to requests I'm receiving for (insert several SJM males x pregnant reader)

I really don't know how to address this next part without risking some people getting upset, but I have to. If this next part upsets you, please know this is a me thing, not a you thing, and I genuinely hate saying no.

There's a few requests I'm going to let sit for a little bit or just delete, and if you are one of those people who sent them, I'm so sorry.

There's a lot that would require me to address very real fears that I, as a pregnant woman and soon to be mother, am currently dealing with, counteract, and have to watch for. I know it comes off very excuse-y because "writing is therapy," but I don't think any amount of therapy really stops a mother from being afraid for the safety and health of their child, especially a newborn who relies so heavily on you.

I've tried multiple times to start a request that's started to affect my own dreams about my child, myself, and what my poor baby daddy would do if someone took us from him, and, to be frank, he's closed my laptop when I start doing the thousand mile stare, begin stage one of hyperventilating, and crying. He loves that you all support me, but we have spent the night talking about it, and this needs to be a temporary boundary for a little bit, and it may become a permanent one.

Again, I am so sorry, but I have to keep my emotional and mental well-being stable and safe for our daughter while she finishes baking to perfection the next couple of months. I will happily give you all nesting and warm happy pregnancy feelings and emotions. I'll address minor pregnancy angsts as well, like days with light movement, the anxiety that sets in between appointments, the fights my boyfriend and I and a ton of other expecting couples go through, but I do kindly have to ask that kidnapped pregnant readers enduring torture, kidnapped babies, killed off (via torture or death during labor) pregnant readers, and still birth requests stop coming to my inbox. I just can't handle them this late into my pregnancy.

Tldr and skipped below - Elizabeth will be going through and posting requests or responding to them. She loves requests and wants them, but she also has asked that people stop sending her requests regarding the following

Kidnapped newborns

Pregnant readers being tortured/forced into preterm labor

Pregnant reader dying during labor

Pregnant reader being murdered and the baby is taken

And my personal favorite nightmare inducing senerio- acotar male x pregnant reader with a stillborn.

Again, send requests. I love them. Please just consider if I'm actually the right person for it. Again, I am very sorry to anyone who may be disappointed now, but hopefully, I can fulfill your imagination other ways. 💜

[electricbluebutterflies]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

already answered here but the short version is I don't actually remember

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

I'm on my laptop and emojis aren't an option... also what the hell is a longer WIP, everything I've turned out lately has been "how much of a ficlet can I write in 30 minutes"... I do have a bigger idea I'm batting around but I do NOT know what emojis I'd pick for that, maaaaybe a snake but otherwise idk...

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Unusually for me, I actually HAVE been reading a lot of fic lately for various babes and all of it has been really good / honestly choosing just one is hard but let's go with these are the hands of fate because the amount of emotions I have had off something under 400 words // I am a nice bisexual woman with a hand kink and this is what I didn't know I've wanted for like two and a half years...

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

Lol, I feel like I write more than I should / I definitely prioritize fic-writing over other things I could (and probably should) be doing. I've been writing a lot more lately because emotional uncertainty and that's how I get through!

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

Grad school is going fairly well / my research area is So Good for me (and also going to influence sooo much of my fic going forward and yes this is intentional / I want those sides of my life to be in conversation with each other and I CAN do that and I'm so excited), I did not get seriously hurt last weekend and the bruises are fading, and I am conveniently off work on drunk-wildife-Nascar-day / I get to spend today doing fun things instead of wrangling huskies with anxiety.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer’s block and low creativity

If a fic isn't working after batting it a bit, sometimes the solution is to switch perspectives. My writing style is SO focused and internalized and sometimes I guess wrong on which babe is having a more interesting time in whatever scene I'm writing. (A ficlet I did last night that will post via queue in like two weeks, for example... I like where it went with the perspective I chose, but it would've worked just as well / maybe even better through the other babe's eyes.) For more general burnout... finding a new shiny to be obsessed with helps. I've cultivated a very specific ship type in part because it lets me keep a list of "don't have brainspace for them YET but if I need a distraction here's a few easy ones" and there are a few babes that have been on that list for years just waiting for me to need them.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

I was going to try to link a gifset here but we are NOT dealing with 2014!me today sooo... let's just say a scene in a show I was very into at that point with a character I identified with maybe a little too much, and that era ended ages ago but it was always a really vague reference and I decided to keep the username because it's CUTE.

[anendoandfriendo]

The last thing we want to do is ask emotional labor if any of you, but damn I kinda just wanna ask something if it ain't too bad.

Now that I'm finally typing this I don't even know how to say it. It's been on my mind for months. Especially after the slime spam started.

The majority of us who are actively, like, wanting to interact with the world happen to have fictional or factual counterparts, so being wildly ourselves is always a awkward challenge in feeling allowed to say the least. I notice it a lot, we want to be able to joke and laugh and be proudly the clusterfuck we are. Make silly profiles, collect identities, and reblog ourselves and likes a lot but there's like this damn wall in the way.

Doesn't seem to mater we know it's a bullshit wall. Past experiences dealing with shit like the Yandere Bitch Club is hard to go back to innocent fun from even after all this time.

We keep making new blogs, we keep trying, but that wall won't go away.

How do your mindsets I guess work to be able to say fuck it and just have a blast and reblog and say each other by your names and not care? I wanna, and I know others do to, just wanna join you all in the fun and maybe become friends one day and just @ each other in things people like and send asks all the lot. It's all we ever wanted to get back to with people.

Yeah sorry. I really hope your jobs and your day goes like super good and you actually have a chill one.

- Hayakawa of DMX

Hey there Hayakawa!

Our general advice in this situation, just speaking from personal experience, is to start smaller and get bigger and bigger interactions as time goes on! I know that sounds cheesy and Raphael is also saying that is cheesy, and I think Deulara is rolling their eyes, etc etc etc. but I don't think they can deny this is what helped us, either, ortherwise I would have gotten a more legitimate interjection by now. c:

So like, for us we started off with maybe reblogging random fanart of ourselves or if not ourselves but a fandom we're in or would like to be in. And then after that would hide stiff in the tags signing our names off. And after that we started signing off on our posts and comments weather we made them ourselves or if we're commenting on someone else's thing. We don't think most of us are quite ready to engage in fandom in the way of writing fic, doing our own fanart, or anything like that and many of us go at paces slower or faster than this too. For example:

I do not believe I have gotten to the point of signing my name off of my own comments for reblogs yet when I see Vanilla (World's End Club) fan art simply because I think it would be too weird for me and because I'm worried about potential anti-endogenics/ableists, for example, but both are technically easily taken care of with a block on the end of just one party.

There's a few of us who sign off with emoji or use emojis when talking or engaging with the online world for their sanity -- we're on laptop at the moment but to vaguely summarize the ones I remember -- (beach), (sailboat), (vampire), (shining star), and (blue circle) all stand for someone who uses the blog or did use the blog regularly in our system.

Someone in our system literally introduced themselves as [REDACTED] or [NAME REDACTED] until further notice. It's quite on the nose but can only be done a few times before it's difficult to track.

We also actively seek out blogs that are friendly to our existence and are loud about it and request content for fandoms we are in, weather we have an Xive or not for that thing, and sometimes we do it on anon and sometimes we do not. We implied this earlier but we also use the block button liberally and generally expect other individuals to do the same instead of throwing a hissyfit in our inbox or messages.

And while not all blogs tag (we do not currently tag, for example, although we do plan to start at some point in time and go through all of our posts accordingly) using the tags and post filers has still helped us a ton. We mirror the tags and post filters so if one does not catch something we wish to avoid, the other will.

And, as an additional tip, this is for desktop/laptop website only but we fell in love with Xkit the moment we started using it, Jade Leech 1.0 had become distressed about a particular post but we loved a specific blog otherwise, and the post in question was not technically "wrong" or "bad" in any way, it was just...dysphoria-inducing because of the headcanon. So we used Xkit to mute/block that post and that post only and now we have a dysphoria-free Jade Leech.

So a lot of it is space curation both mentally and literally, and part of it is just kind of snowballing your way into it, if that makes any sense! I'm hoping this helped and if you need any clarification then we can try our best to help with what we can.

~ Vanilla

[cuubism]

I wrote some for them. Dream the professor who's much beloved by his students, and Hob who's... not... but IS much beloved by Dream.

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Hob knows by the time he makes Dream's tea in the morning that Dream's going to have to cancel class again. The poor thing is slumped on the couch, looking very sad, presumably at that very realization. He hates cancelling class. But Dream's health is... not that good, generally speaking. And on top of that, he somehow manages to get the flu every year, vaccine or no. This is the lucky week.

"You're not going in today, are you?" Hob asks, settling in to work at the table. Fortunate that he doesn't have class today himself, so he can keep an eye on Dream.

"No," Dream moans. "I am dying."

"You aren't dying, love."

"I am." Dream merges deeper into the couch. "I cannot move."

"I'll make you some soup in a second," Hob promises. "Do you want me to call you in sick from work?"

"Can you email my students? My head hurts too much to look at the screen."

Hob opens Dream's laptop and pulls up the email chain with his students. Scrolls briefly through the prior messages, Dream's first email from a few days ago announcing that class was canceled because "I'm afflicted by forces beyond my control", one of the students replying-all to say "Anything we can do to help?" and Dream replying "Don't worry, my beloved husband is caring for me in my convalescence" complete with the 🥺 emoji. He's so silly.

"Got it," Hob says. "What do you want to say?"

"Dear students," Dream dictates from the couch, face still smushed in the pillows. "Regrettably, I remain beset by the immortal foe known as 'seasonal influenza' and cannot bring my feeble, fatigued physical form to campus today. In lieu of class, please go outside, find something that inspires you, and write a haiku about it. For example:

he becomes my hands and voice when i cannot speak so: he carries me

That's called, 'My Belov'd Husband.' Hob--"

"Dream," Hob says, choked up.

"--be sure to spell Beloved with an apostrophe, I want the title to be five syllables as well."

"I got it. Dream."

Dream turns his head on the pillow, looking at him blearily. "Hm?"

"Just." Hob reaches across the arm of the couch to pet his hair. "I love you."

Dream hums, settling back into the cushions. "Hob. You must finish the email."

"Right. What else you got?"

"Remember a haiku is 5-7-5," Dream continues. "You can also consult Google if you forget this, but be wary of where that path may lead. Please don't use ChatGPT, it betrays the magic inside you. It also hurts my feelings.

We will discuss the haikus in the next class, unless I perish.

All my love,

Dream."

Of course he lets his students call him Dream, Hob thinks fondly. "You won't perish," he says.

"I believe I will," Dream whines, somehow sinking even further into the couch cushions.

Hob sends the email, then goes to sit beside him, lifting Dream up to rest his head in his lap. "You want anything? Paracetamol?"

"Heated blanket?" Dream begs.

Hob pulls it down off the back of the couch and wraps it around him, setting it on High. Dream always likes to burn himself alive that way.

"You're so easy on them," Hob says, petting Dream's hair again. "Why do I get the feeling you won't even be upset if they don't write the haiku?"

"That depends on what they bring to class in its stead. I would accept an interesting leaf or perhaps some biscuits from the dining hall, but I can't abide anyone showing up empty handed."

Hob chuckles. "They don't know how lucky they are to have your class."

"They know how unlucky they are to not have yours."

"Oi!"

Dream laughs, sounding terribly congested, poor thing.

"You ought to push them more," Hob tells him.

"I am," Dream says. "To ask students used to working nonstop without ever taking a breath to slow down enough to write one haiku? Not twenty of them for practice, but one? It asks more of them than you think."

"If they don't bring a leaf instead."

"Even then, they will have paused to appreciate nature," Dream declares, then descends into a coughing fit. Hob rubs his back until he quiets again.

"Soup?" Dream begs when he can breathe again. "Please?"

"Alright, my love. I'm going to have to get up, though."

Dream whines, but permits Hob to move him. After a few minutes Hob brings him back some soup, and Dream eats it slowly with trembling hands, looking wholly wretched. Hob wraps his blanket around his shoulders.

Afterwards he lays down in Hob's lap again while Hob picks back up his grading. He gives Dream the remote in case he wants to put something on as a distraction, but Dream, predictably, falls asleep quickly instead.

It's some time later when a knock comes at the door, and Hob frowns, looking up. "Expecting anyone?"

Dream mumbles something incoherent into Hob's thigh.

When the knock comes again, Hob carefully dislodges Dream and goes to answer.

He doesn't know who he was expecting. A package delivery? Dream's sister maybe? Instead it's a gaggle of teenagers-- or, well, eighteen-year-olds probably-- and Hob's meager deductive reasoning is capable of putting together the University branded sweatshirts a few of them are wearing and extrapolating that they must be Dream's students, because they certainly aren't Hob's. But also, what?

They stare at him. Hob stares back. One of them appears to be carrying a cake.

"Are you... here to talk to Dream?" Hob asks. "He cancelled class."

"Wait," says the befuddled student who appears to be in the lead of... whatever this is. "So this is the right address?"

"Professor Gadling?" squeaks another, who Hob vaguely recalls from one of his ill-fated attempts at teaching Intro to Medieval History. Fuck intro classes honestly. He doesn't know how Dream does it.

"Yeah, I live here, too," Hob says. The students still look whiplashed. Hob raises an eyebrow. "He talks about his husband often enough in class, doesn't he?"

The students only look more confused. And alarmed. One whispers to another, "Wait, seriously--?" And Hob becomes aware that he, and maybe Dream as well, are out of the loop on an entire circle of gossip.

Footsteps sound behind him, and Dream appears beside him, leaning on the door frame. He's still in pajamas, wrapped in one of Hob's cardigans. He looks awful, poor dear.

"You ought to be working on your haikus," he says to the students. How did they even find Dream's address? Hob wonders.

"We brought you tea!" says one of the students, thrusting a takeaway cup into Dream's hands. "We felt bad you were sick."

Dream holds the tea close. "That is very sweet. But you needn't worry. I have my darling husband taking care of me."

"Apparently," says one of the students in the back, sounding strangled.

"Ah. You haven't met. This is my husband, Hob."

"Yeah," says a student, wide-eyed. "Um. Good-- good to see you, Professor Gadling."

Dream seems oblivious to their alarm. "So you see, I am in good hands."

"Um," says a student, then shakes themself, rallying. "We also brought you a cake! For-- for when you feel better. You said you liked chocolate and strawberry."

"I do," Dream says, smiling. "Thank you, my loves." He steps forward to take the cake, but sways, exhausted. Hob catches him by the arm and sets him back upright, then takes the cake from the student himself. It says, in slightly ominous red icing, Get Well Soon.

"Alas," Dream says, "it seems I must return to my convalescence. And you all should return to your haikus. I look forward to seeing them."

"I'll take care of him," Hob assures the students, carefully balancing the cake in one arm so he can wrap the other around Dream's waist to steady him.

The students look at him, wide eyed, but gradually seem to reach a state of acceptance.

They wish Dream well, bid Hob an extremely frightened sounding goodbye, and then the group is gone.

"Ah, that was sweet," Dream says, stumbling his way back up the stairs.

"You've just set off a storm of gossip," Hob tells him.

"Have I?"

"I'm sure you'll hear all about it next class, beloved husband."

"I can't believe I never introduced you," Dream muses as they reach the living room, setting his tea down on the coffee table and collapsing again onto the couch. "Though I suppose some of the students must know you from your classes. Or by reputation."

Hob snorts. "Seems like." He sets the cake down in the kitchen, then goes to resume his place on the couch as Dream's pillow.

"They don't truly know you, though," Dream says, settling in with his head on Hob's thigh.

"Only by your stories." Hob pulls the blanket down off the back of the couch and drapes it over Dream again. "And I think I like the way you tell things better than I like the truth."

"it is the truth. I always tell truth in my poetry."

Well, so long as Dream believes that, Hob will keep doing what he's doing. He does love Dream more than anything. "Whatever you say, love."

i feel like dream in human aus is usually characterized as being more stoic and stern while hob is more easygoing, but i think it would be funny to have a university au where hob is the professor who's like "no work is deserving of 100%. find 27 more sources and do it again" while dream is just like "they put their dreams into it, hob 🥺 A+! A+! A+! A+!"

[loubouskz]

who's going first

(3racha x afab!reader)

part 2 for: your moans would sound nice

description: y/n comes back to the studio to hear the song the boys have been working on...and to fuck as well.

warnings: smut, foursome, unprotected sex, slight switch!reader(only to jisung), dom!changbin, dom!chan, dirty talk, praising, petnames(baby(girl), sweetheart, sweetie, etc.) prepping, reader back talks chan- so slight brat!reader, jisung being impatient, oral(fem and male receiving), deepthroat, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies, some aftercare

wc: 3,000+(somewhat proof-read)

a/n: long time no see! how is everything going? you doing well, eating, sleeping, drinking some water? for me...I've been okay. the last few months I stopped writing because a lot of devastating things happened and I wasn't in the right mindset for a while. but now I'm slowly coming back. as you saw above this is part 2 to my 3racha fic(FINALLY)! I'm so happy that I've finally finished it. and I couldn't have done it without the help of a friend who stayed on the phone with me, yesterday and today. I had about 1,000 words already written, but with my friend. I wrote 1,000 yesterday and 1,000 more today. I'm so happy that this is finally finished. but enough talking. I hope you enjoy this part 2.

also fill free to comment or inbox me about this fic or upcoming ones, I love read the things you guys have to say!

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I knocked on chan's studio door, waiting for one of the boys to answer. jisung had texted- with a whole bunch of emojis that the end might I add, saying they wanted me to hear the finished product of one of their new songs, and to bring some drinks. it had been a few weeks since everything happened, I felt my body become warm just thinking about it. the door opened to a smiley changbin in a pink hoodie and joggers. 

"good evening y/n." changbin said, opening the door wide enough to let me enter. I saw jisung and chan sitting on the couch, looking very comfy man-spreading on the tiny couch. "hey guys." I said, sitting the drinks I brought with me on the desk. "hi, y/n-nie, did you get my favorite?" jisung asked, standing up to grab his cup. "of course I did." I said, grabbing his and putting it in his hand. he immediately took a sip, "hmmm, every time it feels like I'm drinking it for the first time again." he said, throwing his head back then taking his seat back on the couch. I laughed as I handed chan and changbin their drinks as well. that's when I looked at what they were wearing. chan wearing his iconic black muscle tee and shorts. jisung wearing a black hoodie over and jeans with rips in the knees.

"you boys look nice today." I said, sitting in between jisung and chan. "thank you, y/n." changbin said with a wide smile as he took a sit on the chair in front of the desk, spinning around. "you don't look too bad yourself." chan said, with blushed ears. "you mean the one of the five whole outfits that I own, that look good together that I've worn multiple times." I said with a laugh, making the boys laugh too. "yes." chan said. "okay enough small talk!" jisung said, grabbing the attention. "I want y/n to hear the song." he continued, while slightly bouncing in his seat and bumping into my shoulder.  "jisung, she just got here. we haven't asked her about her day." changbin said, kicking jisung in the foot. jisung whined and looked at me. I laughed and told them about my day.

"so you didn't do much? okay! SONG TIME!" jisung yelled. chan laughed and changbin rolled his eyes. "damn, yes I want to hear the song now. impatient brat." I said towards jisung, who just stuck his tongue at me and I stuck mine right back at him. changbin turned around and clicked around on the laptop, till an alluring melody and slow bass filled the room. I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the music enter my body.

 a r&b intro started with changbin singing including chan in the back, then fell into the first verse with jisung rapping. I felt the boys' eyes on me, watching my reaction. soon the chorus began, the same as the intro, just more full and enticing. my head bobbing the music. next was the second verse, changbin fast rapping the first part then chan slow rapping the next. the mixes of the two different rap styles, feeling more and more captivating. then was the bridge of the song, jisung was singing then chan was next. that's when I was caught off guard with familiar sounds in the background, right in the middle of the two voices. I stopped moving, my eyes snapping wide open as I felt my cheeks heat up. jisung started smirking at a giggly chan and changbin. soon the song ended with chan vocals and the same slow r&b beginning.

“wow” I said, not really having any words. “what’d you think of it y/n?” chan asked. I looked at him and smiled. “It sounded amazing like always channie.” I said. chan laughed and looked down. “what about the bridge?” jisung asked. I whipped my head to jisung. “it sounded sexy, you pervert.” I said. “you’re just as much.” jisung said. “did you invite me here to listen to the song or just to fuck me again?” I asked, looking at all three boys. “both.” changbin said, leaning forward, resting his arms on his legs, I laughed. “alright then.” I said, “who’s going first this time?” I continued with a smirk.

“jisung.” changbin said, nodding his head to him.

very quickly, clothes met the floor while kissing jisung as I got on top of him. I ran my fingers through the back his hair, pulling on it a little. his hands exploring my body, giving squeezes here and there. I moved my hips to feel some more of his hard on that was growing under me. he groaned into my mouth as our tongues fought over dominance. I made my way from his lips to his neck, leaving a wet trail in the process. I sucked right where his neck and collarbone meet, making him moan loud.

“fuck, that feels nice baby.” he said, pressing my body more into his. my hands traveled down his chest and brushed over his nipples, down his abs till they made it to his cock. I quickly got off jisung and sat on my knees in front of him. keeping eye contact with him as I did a bold long lick up his length. jisung’s head fell back as he groaned, keeping eye contact though. 

“don’t tease him too much, y/n.” changbin said. I looked back at him and smile at him. “of course not. I want to feel him inside me this time.” I said as I jerked jisung off with a firm grip. I turned back around, kissing the tip of the head. slowly pushing him inside my mouth, not stopping till I made it almost completely down to his pelvis. jisung’s hips bucked up out of pleasure. he ran his fingers through my hair and started to guide me how he wanted.

“you’re doing so good. getting it all nice and wet.” jisung said, making me whine on him. “want me to prep her for your cock jisung?” I over heard changbin ask. “yeah.” jisung groaned out. changbin left his chair and shuffled close to me, kneeling down at the level I was at.

I felt changbin’s hands grab my waist and trail down my legs, making me spread my legs naturally. changbin’s hand cupped my sex, groaning at the feeling of how wet I was. “baby is already so wet.” he said as he pushed one finger into me. I moaned around jisung’s cock, bucking my hips into changbin’s hand. “focus on jisung, baby. I’ll do the work here.” changbin said, rubbing my ass. I closed my eyes as jisung guided this hand to my hair, pulling on it a little.

“you’re doing so good baby.” jisung said through his moans. I hallowed my cheeks harder around him at the praise. I felt changbin add a second finger, scissoring inside me making me pop off jisung and jerked him with my hand. “god, do I make this hard every time you see or think of me?” I asked jisung, making him groan and changbin stop his movements below.

“oh she’s feeling bold this time.” i heard chan say in the background. I turned my head to him, “yeah, and what can you do about it? nothing as of right now, it’s jisung’s time.” I said, looking back to jisung. “right baby?” I said, with fake innocent eyes and a firm grip on his cock. “yeah, fuck off chan.” jisung said. “watch it.” chan said, I giggled and was about to take jisung back in my mouth. 

“come on y/n.” jisung said, grabbing my hand to help stand me up. changbin removed his fingers and sat back down in his seat. “let’s get a move on baby.” he said, making me sit onto his lap. with my legs on either side on his, he grabbed a hold of his cock and slowly pushed down inside me. feeling his length fill me up nicely, so firm and hard in me,

“feels so fucking nice. god damn.” jisung said, grabbing my hips. I moaned as my pelvic bone met his. rolling my hips in a circle to get used to his size. “you feel good too sungie.” I said, looping my arms around his neck before kissing him on the lips. jisung squeezed my hips as I slowly brought my hips up and going back down. breaking the kiss as I was working up the pace with each bounce. “fuck you’re so tight y/n. shit, i’m not gonna last long.” jisung said. “that’s fine sungie, you be good and cum whenever you need too.” I said out of breath, making jisung throw his head back once again. “just keep bouncing like that and i’ll cum in no time.” he said back with his eyes closed. I closed my eyes too, focusing on the feeling of his cock inside me.

“angle your hips a little more y/n.” I heard chan say next to us. “be quiet channie, it’s jisung’s time.” I whined out, but I did what he said anyway and gave out the biggest whine.

with the new angle, jisung’s cock hit my g-spot perfectly every time I came down. “oh fuck.” I said, pushing my head into jisung’s sweaty neck. i pressed my lips on his ear and whispered in it. “you’re doing so good baby. I love how you feel inside me. I can’t wait for you to feel me up.” I said, before leaning back and holding his head up- making him open and lock eyes with me. “you can do that for me right sungie?” i asked as I bounced harder, feeling my first climax coming fast. “I’m about to cum.” jisung said, as he started pushing his hips up to meet mine. “please cum for me jisung.” I said as I felt myself tighten around him. with one final thrust from him, he came inside me, triggering mine at the same time. both of us moaning and whining at the feeling. jisung held on to me tight, not letting go. taking some time to calm down as I messed with the back of his hair as we waited

after some minutes, jisung slowly pulled me off him, making me hiss. i sat down in the middle of the couch, between him and chan. “wow, that was amazing. i loved everything second of that.” jisung said in his hyper self again, like he didn’t just get down fucking me. making the other boys laugh. 

“still need a few minutes y/n or we start my turn.”changbin asked, with a smirk. “i just need a sip of my drink and I’ll good.” I said. changbin handed over my drink that was on the table, “you better be for me.” he said as I grabbed the drink from him. I felt my cheeks heat up at his comment.

I took a few sips from my drink before standing up and walking over to the table to place my drink down. I turned to changbin and smiled at him, “hey there.” he said. “hi.” I said as i sat in his lap. he tilted his head up and place his lips onto to mine. soon the simple kiss turned into a heated makeout session. changbin pushed his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. his soft lips left my lips to my jaw, down my neck. leaving sloppy wet heavy kisses all over, sucking hard in areas that made me whine. I pressed down into his crotch, trying create friction. 

“no sweetie, stay still for me.” changbin said, holding on to my waist. I quickly stopped moving and waited for changbin to do or saying something. “take my clothes off me baby.” he said as his hands slid down to my body, onto my thighs. i slid my hands under his hoodie and felt up his body. he leaned his head back, till holding eye contact with me. I pushed his hoodie up, slowly working up his body. he lifted his arms up as the hoodle came off. I leaned down and kissed down his chest. I got onto the floor and pulled at his joggers, making him lift his hips. his underwear came off along with his joggers. I looked at him as my hands slid between his thighs as I pressed them apart. I kissed his thighs as I made my way to his hard on.

“just get it wet enough for me to slide right in.” changbin said as I kissed my way on his cock. I took my tongue and licked up and down a few times before taking him slowly into my mouth. bobbing up and down each time coming up, circling my tongue around his tip. changbin bucked his hips up, making me gag on him. "will you let me fuck your throat?" changbin asked, I nodded my head with my mouth on him. he carefully stood up and grabbed the back of my head. bringing his hips back before thrusting into my mouth, quickly picking up the pace. I closed my eyes and focused on not gagging. I felt my spit coming out of my mouth down his cock, falling to the floor and my thighs and hands. 

“she takes cock in her mouth so well, doesn’t she changbin?” jisung asked in the background. “yes she does, fuck.” changbin answered. “you’re gonna have feel her mouth.” he said to chan. “i’ll have to next time, when I’m not fucking last. I won’t last if I feel that pretty little mouth of hers.” chan said, I whined hearing his low voice enter my ears. changbin removed his cock of my mouth and sat back down in the chair behind him. he patted his lap, making me standing up. “turn around baby. face the boys, I want them to see your pretty face as you ride me.” changbin said. I turned around and went to sit on his lap. he grabbed my waist with one hand and I felt him pushed his cock into me as I sat on him. my head fell forward, hair falling into my face and moaning at the same time. I placed my hands on his knees and looked back up at jisung and chan.

jisung was still naked, slowly playing with his dick in hand. chan had his tank top off now and pants just down enough for the cock to be out. chan spat in his hand and jerked his cock off, watching me carefully. “come on baby.” I heard changbin say, pushing his hips up, making me gasp. I lifted myself once and back down. “oh god.” i said as I picked up the pace. not too fast, but enough to feel the knot building up inside. “you look so good.” I heard jisung said. feeling their eyes on me, hearing the wetness that was being made from me and changbin. I tightened up around him. “shit, you’re already about to cum?” changbin said, but I didn’t respond. “huh baby?” he said, grabbing my waist. “yes binnie.” I whined out. “open your eyes y/n-ie.” I hear chan say. my eyes snapped open and looked at both the boys with watery eyes and a wide mouth. I was starting to lose my pace, changbin quickly noticed and started helping me- guiding up and down. 

“cum all over me y/n.” changbin said in the low voice, his hips thrusting up as mine pace down. mind went out as I came all of him with my thighs shaking. “oh fuck.” changbin said as he kept going to reach his high. “cum in her bin, just like jisung did. make her even more messy for me.” I heard chan say. I let out a high pitched moan as changbin filled me up with his cum. changbin groaning with a tight grip on my waist. “shit.” changbin said, rubbing his hands up and down my body. “your tits looked amazing as you were riding him y/n.” jisung commented, I busted out laughing. “thank you sungie.” I said. I looked over to chan who was already looking at me with smirk. I slowly lifted myself off of changbin and slowly made my way to chan. he hugged me as I sat on him. I brought my lips to his and gave him a heated kiss. before it could go farther.

“I gotta use the bathroom guys.” jisung said as he quickly stood up. we watched as he put back on his clothes in a mess and left the room. chan chuckled and looked at me. “you’ll be brave with jisung and a good girl for changbin. how are you going to act for me?” he asked with his head tilted to the side. “I don’t know. how do you want me to act?” I answered back, tilting my head with his. chan smiled before he flipped me into my back on the now open space on the coach, I yelped at the fast movement. he climbed over my body, hands on other side of my head, “how about you lay there and take my cock like a good girl I know you can be.” chan said before pecking my lips and heading to my neck. kissing down to my chest, taking my right nipple into his mouth. “ah channie.” I said as my hands ran through his hair and stayed. he kissed down my navel til he was right above my clit. 

his eyes locked with mine as he brought his hand up my slit, gathering the mixture of cum that was spilling out. popping his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste. his fingers slid out and quickly into me as his mouth came in contact with my clit. I cried out at the overstimulation, pumping his fingers in and out at a slow pace as his tongue played with my clit. “chan.” I moaned out. I arched my back and rolled my hips into his face. his left hand gripped my thigh tightly. the sounds in the room would make even the devil turn a blind eye. “fuck, I wanna cum channie.” I said, as I gripped got tighter on his head. he moaned with his mouth on my clit, curling his fingers into onto my g-spot. I tightened around his fingers and my high hit my like wave. he took his mouth off me, “good girl.” chan said, taking his fingers out before hitting up.

he grabbed my legs and lifted them up, slipping right between my legs. he brought one leg down as it fell off the side of the couch and held the other up to his shoulder. chan grabbed his cock, stroking it once. “think you can held my cock today babygirl?” he asked. I nodded my head as I grabbed his hips and rolled mine into his. “please.” I begged. chan rubbed his cock over my slit before pushing in, moaning at the feeling.

“so tight still, after being used twice before me. but also messy for me.” chan said as he pulled out and pushed back in. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of how full i was. “feels so good channie.” I said, digging my fingertips into his skin. he hissed at the feeling and snapped his hips quickly into me, making cry out. “take it baby, I know you can.” chan huffed out, hanging on to my thigh, picking up a fast pace. my head fell to the side to see changbin watching the show. I moaned and tightened around chan. “so good.” chan said, placing one hand next to my head again. I turned my back to him and slid my arms up to his back.

chan placed his forehead on mine as we kept eye contact. “I’m about to cum channie.” I said, dragging my nails down his back. “oh shit, hold it a little longer for me.” he said closing his eyes, giving me harder and faster thrusts. I nearly screamed, chan quickly brought his left hand to my neck, giving it a light squeeze. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my orgasm washed over me. chan gave some more hard thrusts before cumming hard, deep inside me. 

chan laid his body on mind with head in the creek of my neck. after a few seconds of silence, the door opened up. we snapped our heads to the door to see jisung poking his head in. “just saying I heard you scream.” he said as he walked in, closing the door behind him. I blushed and hid into chan’s chest as the boys chuckled. chan sat up and slid his cock out of me, making my whence. “changbin, hand me some tissues please.” chan said, holing out his hand. changbin grabbed them and placed them in his hand. chan cleaned me up and help me sit up. jisung helped me put on his hoodie he wearing that he had over his shirt, kissing my forehead once my head popped through the hole. I stood up and put my underwear and pants back on as chan and changbin put their clothes back on. we all sat down in our original spots, I laid my head on jisung’s lap and brought my legs up on chan’s lap. “take a nap y/n for a few minutes.” jisung said, running his fingers through my hair. “you sure?” I asked, looing up at him. “yeah, we have to review a few songs before we leave for the day.” chan said, rubbing my legs, massaging them a little. “okay.” I said, closing my eyes and almost falling asleep immediately.

“y/n-ie.” I heard as someone was rubbing my arm. I hummed out and turned my head. “we’re done here. we can leave now.” the voice said. I opened my eyes and saw changbin. I smiled and sat up and stretched my arms and back. we stood up grabbing our things we had laying around.

“let’s head to the dorm and watch a movie with some take out, I'll pay for it.” chan said, smiled sweetly as he picked up the left over clothes on the floor to bring with us. “that’s sounds good to me.” I said, looking at jisung and changbin. they nodded their head, “hell yeah!” jisung said, opening the door. changbin threw his arm around my shoulders as we followed jisung out the building.

[wangxianficfinder]

Hello! The last fic finder, I found a heart emoji before the title then I saw ur FAQ, the one with the question about it. Im just curious, (to all the mods) whats ur fav troupe? or tags in ao3? idk how to put it in a question, but i hope u'all get what i mean T_T

Its just that, if ever we have the same fav troupe or fav tags, i'll just stalk ur post with those heart emoji and try the stories i havent read yet. Thank youuuu in advance! <333

Hello! I usually go for Time Travel, Different first meetings, Crossovers, Modern AU's, Mpreg, single parent, and Fix-It/Canon Divergence type fics. Oh! And characters react/read or watch the series style fics. I love those~ My main pairing is WangXian but I do sometimes read wangxiansang, XiSang, XiCheng, ZhuiLing, XueXiao, or something else if the story catches my eye too. I'd say the kind of stories I'm into mostly veer towards Angst with a happy ending or Fluff and interesting plots or longer word counts. Though sometimes a heavy angst fic does catch my eye, I don't usually like angsty fics unless they have a happy/hopeful ending and I steer clear of pure angst/'mind the tags' style stories most of the time. As for tags, I would say I use Time Travel, Modern AU, Canon Divergence or whatever trope I'm interested in at the time the most ^^ 🧡

Mod L (@ladyunderthemolehill ) and Mod Kay (@the-last-d-boy ) probably have different preferences then me but I'm sure between the three of us, you could find something good to read ☺️

- Mod C

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I share a bunch of interests (like time travel, first meetings, fix-its) with Mod C, it seems, though I'm really picky about any modern aus and crossovers! I tend to lean towards modern with magic/cultivation. And with crossovers so far MXTX crossovers have been more my go-to fics than others. One of my "guilty pleasures" is reading 'characters watching their series' fics haha

WX is definitely my favorite but I have read some good LXC/NHS and LXC/NMJ centric fics. Character povs I've enjoyed is WWX, LWJ, LXC, and NHS' povs!

I am not a fan of bitter or unhappy endings but angst is good as long as there is a happy ending. Humor is great and crack treated seriously is a favorite! And I just love those fics where WX are hilariously mushy 🥰

I have been a bit lazy about adding my 💖 on newer fics since I've been mostly editing on my laptop 😂

~Mod L

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I adore modern with magic settings and canon-divergence stories a lot and I really love it when authors get creative and inventive with world-building. I'm a bit torn on fix-it stories, because they often feel a bit too hopeful for me when it comes to MDZS, so I'm more a somebody lives/not everybody dies kind of guy. WangXian is my main pair, but I also like SongXiao and I love to see Wen Qing paired up with Jiang Yanli or Mianmian.

I'm also a fan of angst and I do enjoy unhappy ending sometimes, though I too veer towards angst with a happy ending most of the time.

I feel like the three of us (+Mojo's Recs) definitely cover a wide variety of fics :D

- Mod Kay

[growling]

ah fuck it ep10 too. though i still havent recovered

saw him again at the intro. fffuc k j.....

THERE HE IS AGAIN

CHEERING AND CLAPPING GO GET HIM CHUUYA!!!!!!!!

I am loving this Chuuya on screen AND Dazai getting his ass handed over to him at the same time AND by Chuuya. let's GOOOOO

there is a lot of (2 actually) instances of like. Chuuya referring to themselves/or getting referred to by Dazai as "lady" or "girl" in which case.......... if that specimen is cisn't in some way my opinion just might skyrocket even more

bad news: I can hardly pay attention to what is currently happening because Chuuya is on screen

you've pissed Chuuya off :((((( look what you've done to them.

I am 100% on Chuuya's side go obliterate that het devil. We can hate him together..............

poor Chuuya sighing emoji.....

"my dream right now is to commit double-suicide with a beautiful woman, so being kicked to death by you wouldn't make me happy in the slightest" oh so Chuuya isn't a lady in some way after all?? :((((((( OR DO YOU NOT THINK THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL???!!!!????!?!?

nevertheless. i don't care. I have already decided Chuuya is some flavor of multigender already . and I know better . heheehehehe....... and I'm gonna start switching Chuuya pronounce now too because I have decided that. she/her'ing & they/them'ing be upon ye

Chuuya don't blush (and that gayass pose)... Chuuya you do not want that..... baby *cups her face in my arms, sobbing* w-who hurt you? who hurt you to make your standards s-so low??? *breaks down frantically stroking Chuuya's hair*

he's so cwuuute big eyes emoji im on laptop im so sorry

scene change. hello atsushi.... hello edogawa..... hello kyouka...... i guess........... sigh.

I guessed that it's just a flesh wound lmaooooo

edogawa stop traumadumping you're making the hoes horny i mean . i mean i sympathize

save her!!!!!!! :333333 save the kyouka!!!!!!!!!!!11 <3333333333 wooohooo

i promise that any time i type 1 after the exclamation marks im not doing that ironicall ythey just sort of show up there because i mistype or whatever?????? anyway ive been deleting them so far but you know i m gonna stop i think lmao. 1 be upon ye

gas leak. staring. staring.

staring very intensely.

staring.

they are staring.

luckily, i've still got my creature prepared

what is edogawa's problem with atsushi lmao

battle of the creatures. yes i did notice that all three of them (edogawa, atsushi, kyouka) have various similiarities whether in abilities or implied backstory i just didn;t feel like mentioning it before. lol. lmao. society if they put aside their differences and created a beautiful minecraft server working together

im liking this fight scene :))))))) its cool :))))))))

similiarities.. similiarities~ similiarities~

its just a scratch he's gonna be fine

edogawa angst momence. let him have this just for a minute just let him have this-

ohhhh he's jeawous........

DAZAI IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT HUH IN THE END IT ALL ACTUALLY COMES DOWN TO DAZAI HUH. I WAS CORRECT..... I WAS SO CORRECT ALL THE TIME....... DEATH TO DAZAI!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET'S ALL TEAM UP AND MURDER HIM

It's just a scratch he's gonna be fine. he'll be running in no time

edogawa let's go to my place sometime. we can talk about it........ mybe fix you or something......

unpopular opinion: but I actually really like it when characters are OP if it's done well. Atsushi being OP is done well. Rampo being OP is also done well. Let characters be a bit jacked in the superpower area

nooooo edogawa :((((((( i don't think he's gonna die now but im still gonna be sad he got thrown into infinite water nightmare pit

ONCE AGAIN IT'S ALL DAZAI'S FAULT. HERE IS HOW EVERYONE'S PROBLEMS COULD BE FIXED IF WE JUST TOOK DAZAI OUT, by me:

yayy :)

do not pan to dazai. whatever you do do not pan to dazai.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"the guild" damn Yokohama how many dubious organisations you got

and that's it :)))) woohooo!!!!!!!! yippieeee!!!!!!

you know what. you know what. watching bsd since I heard so much about it (mutual osmosis (hi)) yet absolutely nothing at the same time. like who the hells this dazai guy and whys he kinda..... anyway episode 1

so sad how atsushi died of starvation in the first 5 minutes. guess show's over....exit theatre.

"you should kill yourself NOW" the hell did this guy do be declared public enemy number one of all orphanages. how many did he burn

atsushi's out for fucking BLOOD i wanna see him fail cringely and die of an infection curled up under a juniper bush. why does he run like that

is that the. dazai jumpscare

i knew this man for like 2 minutes and i desire him carnally

jesus fucking christ i need his pussy so bad. i am going to fuck the screen. i need to do unspeakable things to/for this dazai guy

not even listening to whatever they're saying im just hyperventilating over the prettyboy before me i could treat you so good dazai. i don't care about your morals or potential atrocities dazai pPLEASE just let me fucking hit. pick me. pick me. PICK ME

supernatural detectives AGAIN?

he did the =D !!!!!!!!

i don't think im in the right headspace to watch this scene while dazai backshots on my mind rotting my brain preventing me from forming critical thoughts or acknowledging reality. good lord this scene that should have been m

i too love bullying children for their subpar grind and googoogaga mentality

he did the

..........ooo is he the tiger. I also believed his story was questionable never trust an orphan

furry

although on further inspection..... oh no im sensing some vivia similiarities in dazai which might DRASTICALLY decrease his attractiveness to me if it keeps up..............

"im not into hugging men" oh fuck off ill fucking make you im going to make you die a crack addict and drop your corpse in a pigpen go fuck yourself guess im not allowed to have anything huh. my way or the highway boy pick one. this show fucking sucks i hate you

nevertheless. i will carry on as usual

dazai kill yourself

i will fucking stab you beat you or hurt you in some way. i will destroy your life i will render you unable to look another man in the eye ever again

go fuck yourself. not like i care. i don't care stop i don't know what you're talking about i DO NOT care im not. im not. im gonna break that dazai fucknut's femurs in a cold cruel non-erotic way he's not even that pretty im over it. im over us.

im gonna fucking shred him

[lostcausezz]

Love Game

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐁𝐝𝐬𝐦, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6𝐤

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

"Y/n get out of your room you can't stay here forever!" You closed your laptop and went to  the entrance of your dorm and to see who was bothering your peace.

You stuck your hand out and pulled your friend close to you by the collar of their shirt and brought them close to you. "If you don't have two fine men in between me I don't want to know what you have to say."

You stuck your hand out and pulled your friend close to you by the collar of their shirt and brought them close to you. "If you don't have two fine men in between me I don't want to know what you have to say."

Your friend took your hand off their collar and smirked while crossing their arms. "But y/n what if I did and could make that fantasy become a reality."

You calmed down and tilted your head as a soft smile appeared, "I'm listening."

They smirked and put their phone in the air as you read a flyer for a club. Plastered on the flyer in bold had the words "WIN THE GAME AND ANY FANTASY YOU DESIRE WILL COME TRUE."

You sent the flyer to yourself and closed the door of your dorm room on your friend. You sat on the corner of your bed as your hand was resting on your chin and thought "Hmm... any fantasy I desire huh, I think I'll give it a try."

You got up from your bed and went into your closet searching for clothes to wear and your search stopped as your eyes were caught on a red sequin fitted dress. You laid the garment out on your bed and looked for some heals to wear that goes with your outfit.

You picked out a gladiator heal that had string wrap around your calves. You went to your phone and looked at the flyer contemplating if you should attend or not, you texted your friend. "What time are you coming to get me?"

They sent a thinking emoji and responded with "Does eleven sound good for you?" You replied a simple yes and since it was five in the afternoon you decided to set an alarm at eight PM to wake you up.

You rested your head on your soft pillow on your bed and scrunched up your legs and dozed off. As you were sleeping all you could do was imagine every fantasy you desired, the thoughts like being a dominatrix and having men submit to you and the thought of someone pleasing your body but one thought popped in your mind just as you heard the sound of your alarm go off as it screamed.

"WAKE UP BITCH!" You jumped up from the sound of your alarm and went into your restroom. You wiped your eyes and placed some cold water on your face so your eyes could widen.

You walked to the side of your dresser and picked up your case tfilled with makeup and brushes that would help you get ready for the night. You placed your makeup on and fixed your hair.

You put your dress over your head and wiggled into it as it hugged your curves. You wrapped your shoes around your calves and took your hand bag and headed out of the door to meet up with your friend.

As you walked out into the campus parking lot you heard a yell. "HEYY Y/N I'M OVER HERE!" You turned and headed to there car and opened the passenger door and stepped one foot into the car and made yourself comfortable.

Your friend faced you and said " You ready for tonight?" You nodded and you couldn't stop thinking any fantasy I want will come to life.

Your friend dropped you off at the entrance and you walked through the big silver doors and sighted out your surroundings. Your eye was caught on a sign that said " A bet on a fantasy."

You walked past the sign and saw a sign up sheet and wrote your name down in the number three slot. You walked over to a couch as the other contestants waited.

The flyer never said it would be one winner or multiple but your eyes were set on the prize. You heard someone call your name "Y/n!"

You got up and followed the person into a room that was all black with a table of tarot cards on it. In the room was two other guys one that had white hair with an undercut with ocean blue eyes.

Another that had black eyes with long black hair with ear gauges. You sat yourself at the table and you shook hands with the men.

The one with the white hair had introduced himself as Gojo. The long black haired one mentioned that his name was Getou.

The dealer dealt out cards and the one with a card with a better future that was flipped over choose who the winner was. It was a game of fortune.

The three of you had one card and on the count of three the winner would be revealed.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE NOW FLIP!"

You flipped your card over and it was a ten of swords upward and that meant good luck. Gojo flipped his and he got an upward death and Geto flipped his and for a devil upwards.

The dealer looked at you and directed you to the back since you have a winning card. He asked you "So what's the fantasy you would want to come true?"

You confidently responded "A threesome with the two I played if they're down?" He nodded and walked out into the room and asked for their consent.

The dealer came back and nodded and asked you to follow him. You followed him as the two tall men were behind you into the direction of a bedroom.

You walked into the room and the men stood while smirking at each other then looked at you. Geto said to you "Y/n are you ready? Because we won't go soft on you."

"I'm ready for you to do your worst." You smirked at them. Getou walked towards you and lifted your chin as he smashed his lips against yours and Gojo went on his knees and began trailing kisses up your thigh.

You moaned in between kisses as his tongue slipped into your mouth and your tongues swirled with each other. You felt your legs become weak as you felt Gojo move your underwear to the side and laid his tongue in between the lips of your pussy.

"Fuc~" You moaned out as you were collapsing against the ground. "Y/n let me lay you on the bed." Gojo said as he. Picked you up and made you lay on your back.

He slid your underwear off and tugged you by your legs closer to his face as he became licking up all your juices. As you were laying about climax you felt Getous lips press against your nipple and he became biting it and sucking it as if you were breastfeeding him.

Gojo began to put his fingers in moving them in and out as he sucked on your clit you climaxed and came all over Gojo's face and he pulled you in by your neck as if his hand was your personal necklace and tongue kissed you making you taste yourself.

Getou pushed him back and placed you on his lap as he was craving his dick inside you. You positioned yourself on his dick and began to grind against his thigh, Gojo felt left out and began to kiss your neck.

Getou looked you in your eyes and said "Bounce for me like the whore you are." You obeyed his command and began to bounce up and down on his dock as your walls griped every inch he had.

"Geto~" As you were about to climax you pulled his hair back and as you covered his thighs in your juices. Gojo and Getou looked at each other and winked. You thought everything would be over after you came twice but you felt yourself being flipped on your stomach with your face down and your ass up.

You didn't mind it but you didn't expect it. Gojo cupped your ass with his hands and as your back wasn't arched all the way he slapped your ass causing you to whimper. "ARCH FOR ME BEFORE I MAKE THIS LITTLE SLAP TURN INTO A HAND PRINT!"

You arched your back and Gojo rubbed his dick on your pussy teasing you before he easily entered your hole making you grip the sheets as you felt every inch in you. You looked up to see Getou in front of you and looked you in your eyes.

"Y/n do you want to be face fucked by me?" You nodded and opened your mouth. He inserted his dick into your  mouth and one hand placed it on your head and slowly stroked himself in and out of you.

Spit came dripping from your mouth and your moans vibrated on Getous dick making him bite his bottom lip and tilt his head back. "You're such a pretty slut with my dick in your mouth."

Just as Getou praised you gojo put his thumb in and his strokes began to speed up and you would hear his heavy breathing from behind. "Shit y/n your pussy feels so good let us paint you with our cum."

You began to bounce back on his dick making him cum faster and started sucking on Getou's tip as you felt his dick move a bit and was about to cum in your mouth. Just as they were about to cum in you they pulled out and flipped you on your stomach and painted your body from your face to your stomach with their cum.

Getou kissed your forehead and said "Good girl, our numbers are in your hand bag call us anytime. We'll be waiting on our round two."

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ask game! 🥺🎃🧠(for feriha!)🤲

You got it!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Well this is a fanfic ask game. Yugi and Atem are my characters now, I've decreed it. Anyway.

It really just Gets Me when I write how devoted they are to each other. Like there's just nothing in the world they wouldn't do for each other and sometimes I think about that so hard I have to go lie down. It's so good. I'm floating face-down in a river like Ophelia.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Does PuzzleJune count as a holiday?

I don't think I ever have written a fic for a specific holiday before! Not for lack of interest, but because I always seem to have everything happening all the time. I guess I had that New Year's Eve bit in Happy Hour but idk that feels like it doesn't count.

I'd really like to write a Halloween fic one of these days, because I love Halloween and I think I could do something fun with it.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

I have to be very careful with this one. Feriha is an OC so that means any headcanon I have for her is just canon. It becomes real forever.

I only really implied it in the Arranged Marriage AU-gust prompt (now available on Ko-Fi, check it out) but she is absolutely the type to play games against herself, either because no one is around or because she's trying to Improve Her Strategy. Unfortunately this method does not apply to video games, where she always seems to fail miserably. It's very sad can we get an F in the chat

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Only because you asked so nicely.

This is a sneak peak of the Paranormal AU-gust prompt, the last one that will be delivered to Ko-Fi this year, so Ko-Fi subs: you'll see this in a few weeks ;)

Téa sagged over a laptop, fingers flying paradoxically fast over the keyboard. “What are we logging this one as?”

“A shade,” Atem answered. “Below freezing, recoiled from light, tried to isolate us.”

“Could be a wraith,” Joey argued. “It was nasty enough.”

“No, it didn’t have a face. Trust me, I got close enough to check.”

Joey shivered in disgust. “Shade it is.”

“There’s one sure way to find out,” Téa said. “Ryou?”

“Can you hand the capsule up, Yugi?” Ryou asked. No response. “Yugi?”

Yugi sat motionless against the back of the van, frozen in place. Literally.

Thin sheets of ice formed on the ends of the capsule, crystalizing and coating his fingers, creeping up his hands. His eyes stared wide into the blank void, deathly pale and shivering.

“Atem, we need help!” Ryou shouted, rushing to his side.

[send me an emoji ask!]