#I completely forgot he was there the whole time

[mingi-s-dimples]

Taught to Behave - Sanhwa

"You like this, don't you, baby? Getting used. Getting ruined. Getting owned."

~"sanhwa being possessive, college & party au, some random guy flirts with the reader, sanhwa take her back to the dorm to remind her who she belongs to" - req. by anon

pairing: sanhwa x fem!reader

genre: 18+, college au, filth

summary: you're just too innocent and dense to realise someone is flirting with you... and your boyfriends see everything. and they ruin you.

wc: 6.7k

warnings: boyfriends!sanhwa, rough doms!sanhwa, possessiveness, choking, deep throating, bargain, begging, multiple ruined orgasms, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, oral fixation, oral (both m and f), cum play, cum eating, clit slapping, ass spanking, thigh slapping, forced eye contact, teasing, biting, marking, hickeys, restraints (cuffs), dacryphilia, degradation, praising, dumbification, orgasm control, forced orgasms, gagging, nipple play, nipple sucking, breasts fondling, ownership kink, punishment, verbal control, 3some, completely consensual, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), for damn sure forgot something this was insane, will edit later.

Author's Note: this was fucking insane hello... I loved writing this as much as it took me 2 days 🤡 but hey! It’s finally done, hihi 🤗 anon pls enjoy it, is... FILTH.. ilysm. stay safe 🥰🤍 lmk in asks how you liked it hihi 😂🤍

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The party was buzzing, the air thick with laughter, music, and the faint scent of alcohol. You weren’t much of a party girl, but with Seonghwa and San by your side, you had agreed to come along. They had promised they wouldn’t leave you alone for a second, but promises like that were easy to break in the chaos of a college party.

Just for a moment, they had stepped away to grab drinks. That’s all it took.

“Hey, you having a good time?” A smooth voice cut through the noise beside you.

You turned to see a guy—tall, confident, a casual smirk playing on his lips. You didn’t think much of it. He seemed friendly, and you weren’t the type to be rude.

“Yeah! It’s fun,” you answered with a small laugh, completely unaware of the way he edged closer, leaning in just slightly to hear you better over the music. The conversation continued— light, easy. He made a joke, and you laughed, a sweet, unknowing smile gracing your lips. You were just being polite, just making conversation. Nothing more.

San and Seonghwa saw the whole thing.

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed first, a sharp clench that San caught immediately. He was already moving before San could stop him, but there was no need—San was right behind him, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable.

They knew you weren’t flirting.

They knew exactly how you got when you flirted, all shy glances and nervous little twitches. But this? This was something else. You were just being polite. Laughing at whatever bullshit this guy was saying, not realizing the way he was inching closer, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips between words.

San let Seonghwa handle it. He stood behind you, pressing close enough for you to feel the heat of his body against your back, and let Seonghwa’s icy voice do the rest.

“Hope you were enjoying the conversation,” Seonghwa said, his hand curling around your waist as he tilted his head, eyes sharp enough to cut. “But we’ll be taking her now.”

The guy blinked, shifting awkwardly as he took in the way both men now flanked you, protective and unyielding. “I was just—”

“You were just leaving,” San cut in, voice deceptively light, though the hand sliding down your hip was anything but.

The man opened his mouth, but the warning look in Seonghwa’s eyes made him think better of it. He muttered a quick, “Yeah, sure,” before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely had time to process it before San’s hand was tightening around yours, tugging you toward the exit with Seonghwa right at your other side. Your heart picked up at the suddenness of it, but you didn’t question them, letting them lead you straight back to the dorm.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, locking out the world, you knew something had shifted.

San was the first to move, stepping behind you and brushing your hair over your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?” he murmured, fingers pressing into your waist.

Seonghwa took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to his. His expression was unreadable, dark eyes flickering over yours. Then, a small, knowing smile appeared on his face as he brushed his thumb over your lip.

"Guess we’ll have to remind you who you belong to.”

You barely had time to process the shift in the air before San’s hands were already at the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing your thighs as he lifted it just enough to make you shiver.

Seonghwa, still holding your chin, tilted your head further back. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, but the corners of his lips curled with something dangerously soft. Too soft.

"Why—" Your voice came out small, barely above a whisper as San’s fingers dug into your skin, pressing against the meat of your thighs. "What did I do?"

San’s chuckle was warm against your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin before he answered. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, dragging the hem of your dress higher, higher. "You didn’t do anything."

"Not a thing," Seonghwa agreed, voice deceptively soothing as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "But we still have to remind you."

Your breath hitched as San suddenly lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but lace beneath their burning gazes. The second the fabric hit the floor, Seonghwa’s hands were at your waist, smoothing over your stomach, tracing upwards, fingers ghosting just beneath your bra.

San, still pressed behind you, let his hands settle on your hips, kneading the flesh there as he let out a low hum. "You let some random guy stand too close to you, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. "Didn’t even realize it, did you?"

You blinked, heat creeping up your spine as you processed his words. "I was just talking," you whispered, chest rising and falling as Seonghwa finally slid his hands up, pushing your bra straps off your shoulders.

"We know," Seonghwa said simply, voice velvety smooth. His fingers flicked at the clasp of your bra, and before you knew it, the lace joined your dress on the floor. "That’s what makes it so adorable."

Your stomach flipped, their hands working in tandem to undress you as if it were second nature.

San’s fingers dragged along the waistband of your panties, snapping it lightly before he let out a quiet sigh. "You really have no idea how fucking precious you are, do you?"

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but San tsked, nudging them apart again with his knee from behind you. "Not so fast, baby."

Seonghwa stepped back just enough to shrug out of his jacket, the sound of fabric hitting the floor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. "We’re not mad," he reassured, eyes locked on yours. "We just need to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to."

And as San finally peeled your panties down, pressing a lingering kiss against your hip before standing to remove his own shirt, you realized—there was no escaping this lesson tonight.

San settled himself against the headboard, his bare chest gleaming under the dim light as he spread his legs slightly, motioning for you. His jeans hung low on his hips, and his briefs did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmured, voice dripping with something both soft and demanding.

With a gentle tug, he guided you onto his lap, his strong hands gripping your hips as he positioned you exactly how he wanted—your back flush against his chest, thighs draped over his, legs spread open for Seonghwa, who had just settled onto his knees between them.

Seonghwa’s gaze dragged over your exposed body, dark and unreadable, before flickering up to meet San’s. Whatever unspoken agreement passed between them sent a shiver down your spine.

San’s lips found your neck first, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. His hands roamed upward, cupping your breasts, kneading them with a slow, deliberate squeeze that had your breath hitching.

"You’re so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing along your jawline.

Seonghwa, still kneeling between your legs, trailed his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, slow and teasing. His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake, the contrast between his softness and San’s firm touch making your head spin.

"Spreading so easy for us," Seonghwa mused, his voice dipping into something deeper, rougher. "You really are ours, aren’t you?"

San hummed in agreement, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as his teeth scraped along your earlobe. "Ours to touch…" He gave your breasts another squeeze. "Ours to ruin."

Your breath caught as Seonghwa’s kisses inched higher, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin near your core. Your fingers gripped San’s forearms, nails digging into his skin as anticipation coiled tight in your belly.

Seonghwa glanced up, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Look at her, San," he murmured, lips ghosting over the very place you needed him most. "Already shaking, and I haven’t even started yet."

San chuckled against your neck, his hold on you tightening. "Then don’t keep her waiting."

And then Seonghwa dove in.

He wasted no time, his tongue dragging over your folds in one slow, teasing motion before pressing deeper, tasting you like a man starved. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he pulled you even closer, burying himself between your legs.

Your back arched against San’s chest, breathy gasps spilling from your lips as Seonghwa worked his tongue over you, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick flicks over your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” San murmured in your ear, his voice heavy with arousal. His grip on your breasts tightened, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers, adding to the overstimulation that was quickly driving you insane.

Seonghwa groaned against your core, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. But it wasn’t just from eating you out—his other hand had moved to his own cock, stroking himself as he devoured you, his pace rough and desperate. He didn't bother taking off his pants yet.. he was just as gone as you were. He just pushed them down slightly and.. got to jerking off.

“God, Hwa,” San chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Are you that impatient?”

Seonghwa didn’t respond—his only answer was a deep, hungry moan against your folds as he sucked on your clit, his own strokes growing even faster. Your thighs trembled in his grasp, your entire body strung tight, every nerve buzzing with the approaching orgasm.

San could tell. He felt it in the way your breath hitched, in the way your hips bucked into Seonghwa’s mouth, in the way your nails clawed at his arms.

And just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t peak any higher, San slid one hand down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit.

Your entire body jolted. “S-San—”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, pressing slow, torturous circles against the swollen nub. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

Your only response was a desperate whine, a sound that had both of them groaning.

Seonghwa flicked his tongue faster, his strokes on himself turning erratic, his grip tightening against your thigh.

“You better cum,” San murmured, his fingers moving in sync with Seonghwa’s tongue. “Right now, sweetheart. Give it to us.”

Your body was wound so tight it was a miracle you hadn’t snapped yet. The combination of Seonghwa’s tongue and San’s fingers was sending you hurtling straight toward the edge, your thighs trembling, your hands desperately clutching San’s forearms for some semblance of control.

But they weren’t about to let you have any.

Seonghwa moaned against your folds as he sucked harder, the obscene sound only making you more desperate. San’s fingers didn’t let up either, rubbing ruthless, fast circles over your swollen clit, his other arm keeping you firmly locked against his chest.

“S-San—Hwa—” You barely got their names out, voice breaking into breathy whimpers.

“Hmm?” San hummed mockingly against your ear, his breath hot. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t even talk anymore?”

Seonghwa groaned at your taste, tongue delving even deeper as his strokes on himself grew messier. He could feel the way you were tightening, how your body was twitching, how your moans were growing sharper—so fucking close.

San grinned, knowing it too. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, breath heavy, fingers never slowing. “Show us who you belong to.”

And just like that, the coil snapped.

Your back arched against San’s chest, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your lips as your orgasm crashed into you, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of your body. Seonghwa groaned against you as you pulsed around his tongue, drinking in every last drop.

But they didn’t stop.

San kept his fingers moving, rubbing relentlessly over your sensitive clit. Seonghwa kept licking, eating you up like he’d never get another taste.

You jerked against them, the overstimulation hitting you like lightning. “T-Too much—”

“Too much?” San cooed mockingly. “You can take it.” His grip on your hips tightened as you writhed. “You’re ours. That means we get to ruin you.”

Seonghwa hummed in agreement, his lips still latched onto you, his own pleasure teetering on the edge. He was painfully close, his cock throbbing in his hand as he kept stroking himself, desperate for release.

San noticed.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, tilting his head. “You’re just as bad as she is, aren’t you, Hwa?”

Seonghwa groaned, pulling away from your drenched folds, his lips swollen and glistening. He didn’t say a word—he just shifted up, still kneeling between your legs, his hand wrapped tight around his cock. His breaths were heavy, his brows furrowed in blissful frustration.

San grinned. “Go on, then.”

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, his free hand reaching out to tilt your chin up and he got up halfway, still on his knees. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his dark gaze locking onto yours.

“Open.” His voice was hoarse, barely more than a command.

You obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as he slid his thumb past them first, groaning when he felt your warm tongue against it. But it wasn’t enough—he needed more.

His hand left your chin, wrapping around the base of his cock again. He stroked himself a few more times, sharp and fast, before his control finally snapped.

His head tipped back, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he came, hot and thick onto your tongue. Some of it dripped down the corner of your lips, but he was quick to swipe it up with his fingers, pushing it back into your mouth.

San, still holding you against his chest, chuckled. “Goddamn, Hwa.”

Seonghwa’s chest was heaving as he collected himself, his dark eyes still locked onto you as you swallowed. “Shut up,” he muttered breathlessly.

San smirked. “Impatient fucker.”

Seonghwa only huffed, finally shifting off the bed. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to San’s *very* obvious problem.

San only grinned, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart.”

Seonghwa exhaled heavily, raking his fingers through his hair before reaching for the waistband of his pants. His movements were smooth, deliberate, his belt unfastened with a sharp snap before he let it fall to the floor. His zipper came next, the slow, teasing sound only adding to the anticipation thickening in the air. He shoved his pants down, leaving him in only his briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, desperate for attention once again.

San followed, already shirtless, his toned torso illuminated by the dim light of the room. He made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down his strong thighs before kicking them off entirely. Unlike Seonghwa, he didn’t hesitate to strip fully, pushing his briefs down as well, letting his cock spring free. He was already painfully hard, the tip glistening, the sight making your mouth water.

San wasted no time, pulling you against him as he settled onto his knees, your chest flush against his. His arms wrapped around you possessively, one hand pressing firmly against your lower back, keeping you in place, while the other gently tilted your chin down—guiding your gaze toward the thick length standing right in front of you. His hard, dripping cock.

Seonghwa had taken off his briefs and positioned himself behind you, hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in. His lips brushed against your ear, a low chuckle vibrating against your skin. "You look so fucking perfect between us." His fingers traced down your spine, slow and deliberate, before he gripped your waist, adjusting your position.

San hummed in agreement, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Be a good girl for us, yeah?" He didn’t give you time to answer before slapping the tip of his cock against your lips, urging you to open up for him.

At the same time, Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightened, and with one slow, torturous thrust, he bottomed out.

Your gasp was swallowed by San’s cock as he pushed further into your mouth, the intrusion forcing your jaw open wider. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing—just holding, controlling. Letting you know he could take over anytime he wanted.

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned as he buried himself deeper, your tight walls squeezing around him perfectly. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your flesh as he bottomed out, a low curse leaving his lips. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

San exhaled sharply above you, watching as your lips stretched around his length. “Bet she feels even better wrapped around you, huh, Hwa?” His voice was laced with amusement, but the slight tremor in it gave away just how much he was enjoying this.

Seonghwa let out a breathy chuckle, pulling back before thrusting in again, setting a slow but firm pace. “She’s perfect.” His fingers slid up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch your back deeper. “And she’s ours.”

San’s grip in your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as he rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper into your throat. He groaned when he felt you swallow around him, his free hand cupping your cheek. “So pretty like this, taking everything we give you.”

Seonghwa’s thrusts grew rougher, each snap of his hips pushing you further onto San’s cock. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely at their mercy—it was too much and yet not enough. You whimpered around San, your hands gripping his thighs for stability, nails digging in.

San chuckled breathlessly, wiping a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Mm, look at you, baby. Crying already?” His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned at San’s words, his thrusts turning sharper. “She can take it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She’ll take everything we give her.”

San smirked. “That’s right.” He guided your head down further, letting you take him all the way. “And she’s going to even thank us for it.”

San was as close as Seonghwa was initially, his cock throbbing in your mouth with every thrust and every lick. As soon as you licked around and sucked him off for a couple of times, strings of white silky cum shoot out in your mouth as he came. He pulled back with a slick pop, his cock leaving your mouth coated in your spit and his cum. A string of it clung to your lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb, only to push it right back into your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did.

Seonghwa growled behind you, his thrusts slowing—dangerous. “You’ve been so, so innocent, talking to that man tonight…”

San hummed in agreement, running his fingers through your hair before gripping the roots at the base of your skull, yanking your head back. “And now? Now you think you can just take our cocks and be done?” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice dark. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re fucked if you think that.. more than fucked.”

Seonghwa pulled out entirely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. But before you could even beg, he flipped you onto your back with ease, your body barely having time to register the shift before he was on you again.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. His other wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His dark eyes flickered down, filled with something wild—something dangerous. “You want to be a brat?” he murmured, voice like velvet laced with steel. “Then you’ll be treated like one.”

San’s chuckle was low, amused. “You know what brats get, don’t you, baby?” He trailed a finger down your stomach, light, teasing. His touch stopped right above your swollen clit, not giving you what you needed.

Your thighs trembled, your hips shifting to chase his fingers, desperate for friction. “P-Please—”

San tsked. “Oh, you wanna beg now?” His hand suddenly came down on your inner thigh. A sharp slap that had your breath stuttering, the sting blooming instantly. “Where was this obedience earlier, huh?”

Seonghwa tightened his grip around your throat, his lips curving into a smirk. “She’s only good when she’s desperate.”

San hummed. “Then let’s make her desperate.”

He moved faster than you could process, reaching to grab something from the nightstand. A second later, the sharp *click* of metal filled the air.

Handcuffs.

You barely had time to gasp before Seonghwa was snapping them around your wrists, locking them above your head. “There,” he murmured, leaning down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Now you’re ours to do with as we please.”

And then, without warning—Seonghwa *slapped* your clit.

Your whole body jerked, a choked cry ripping from your throat as the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain sent electricity shooting through your veins.

San groaned. “Oh, that was pretty.”

Seonghwa did it again. Harder.

Your back arched, the metal of the cuffs digging into your skin as your body struggled against them. But there was nowhere to go. Nothing to do except take it.

“Aw,” San cooed mockingly, watching as your thighs trembled. “Too much?”

Seonghwa’s fingers traced over your dripping folds, gathering the slick that had only worsened with the punishment. He brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a groan. “I don’t think so,” he murmured. “She’s fucking dripping.”

San chuckled. “She likes being punished.”

Seonghwa smirked, pressing a single finger against your clit—not rubbing, not moving. Just applying pressure, the promise of more. “You like this, don’t you, baby?” His voice was low, intoxicating. “Getting used. Getting ruined.”

San leaned down, his lips barely brushing yours. “Getting owned.”

Seonghwa hummed, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being at our mercy.” His free hand traced down your torso, his fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your stomach before sliding lower, teasing but never quite giving.

You whimpered, your body trembling under their touch, craving more—needing more. The metal of the cuffs bit into your wrists as you instinctively tugged against them, your need for control slipping further away.

San chuckled, his lips curling against your skin. “Already so restless,” he mused. “Should we give her what she wants, hyung?”

Seonghwa smirked, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction more. “Not yet. She hasn’t earned it.”

Your whine of frustration only made them laugh, a mix of amusement and satisfaction evident in their voices. San’s hands roamed your sides, tracing the curves of your body with deliberate slowness, savoring the way you squirmed beneath his touch.

Seonghwa’s grip finally loosened, only for his fingers to trail down your spine, sending a fresh wave of shivers through you. “Patience,” he whispered, his lips grazing the back of your neck. “We’ll take our time ruining you.”

San caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back until your lips were just a breath away from his. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with both praise and possession. “But you can be better, can’t you?”

The tension between you all was electric, your body trapped between them, your mind clouded with need. They were in no rush, savoring every reaction, every twitch, every sound that escaped your lips.

You were theirs. And they were going to make sure you never forgot it.

They both suddenly lift you on your legs in front of the bed. Your own arousal drips on the floor, legs shaking and Seonghwa standing in front of you.

Seonghwa’s hum is like silk, deceptively smooth despite the rough grip he has on your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his dark, unreadable gaze. San stands behind you, arms crossed, tongue running over his teeth as he watches you with amusement.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before Seonghwa’s grip tightens, his other hand gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back. In an instant, you’re spun around, body pressed flush against his as he manhandles you toward the bed.

San is already sitting at the edge of it, legs spread, waiting.

Seonghwa forces you forward until you’re straddling San’s lap, his strong arms keeping you in place. You squirm instinctively, your knees digging into the mattress, but before you can adjust, San grabs your hips and yanks you down onto his cock.

There’s no warning. No easing in. Just one brutal, unforgiving thrust that stretches you open in an instant.

You cry out, body lurching forward, hands flying to grip San’s shoulders. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, his nails sinking into your waist to hold you in place.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” San murmurs, his head tipping back as he exhales sharply. His grip tightens, keeping you from moving even an inch.

Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his presence overwhelming. “Of course she is. She’s been teasing all night, acting like she wouldn't know the consequences. But her little cunt says otherwise.”

You whimper, already lightheaded from the way San is seated so deep inside you. But before you can even adjust to the stretch, Seonghwa moves behind you, pressing your back to his chest. One of his hands snakes around your throat while the other grips your hip, holding you still as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance—the exact same one where San is already buried inside you.

“No—wait, I—”

Your words cut off into a choked sob as Seonghwa thrusts inside in one stuttering, brutal stroke. The stretch is almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once.

San curses beneath you, his hands gripping your ass to spread you wider, while Seonghwa groans into your ear, his teeth scraping along the shell of it.

“Look at that,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice laced with mock sympathy. “You can take us both so well, but you don’t even realize how much of a slut you are, do you?”

You can’t answer. Not when they’re both inside you, so deep, so thick, making you feel so impossibly full. You can’t even *breathe*.

And they don’t let you adjust.

Seonghwa’s grip on your throat tightens as he pulls back just enough to slam forward again, making you jolt. San follows immediately, thrusting up into you, their movements perfectly synchronized as they set a brutal, punishing pace.

There’s no teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless fucking.

Your body is caught between them, used, controlled, forced to take every ruthless thrust as they fuck into you with no intention of slowing down. Your nails dig into San’s shoulders, your head tilting back against Seonghwa’s shoulder, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“That’s it,” San breathes, watching your ruined expression with half-lidded eyes. “Already so dumb for us, huh? Can’t even think, can you?”

Seonghwa hums in agreement, his free hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles just to toy with you. “She doesn’t need to think. She just needs to take it.”

You do. You take everything they give you, let them use you however they want. And the worst part? It feels so fucking good.

Your orgasm builds fast, your thighs trembling, body tightening as they drive you closer to the edge. Seonghwa feels it immediately—the way you clench around them, the way your breaths become short and desperate.

And just as you’re about to break—

They stop.

Seonghwa pulls out. San follows.

You sob at the loss, your walls spasming around nothing, your body trembling with frustration. Your hands claw at San’s arms, trying to ground yourself, trying to *understand*—

But they don’t give you a moment to recover.

Seonghwa grips your chin, turning your head so you’re forced to look at him. His lips are parted, his pupils blown, his cock glistening with your arousal. And yet, his expression is entirely composed, utterly controlled.

“That’s one,” he murmurs.

You let out a broken whimper, your head falling forward against San’s shoulder.

San chuckles, running his hands up your sides, his touch almost gentle despite the cruelty of his actions. “Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

You don’t get a second to prepare before Seonghwa pushes you down onto the mattress, pressing you flat as he lines himself up behind you again.

Then he’s inside you. Deep. Hard. Devastating.

San stands, stepping around the bed until he’s in front of you. His cock is still slick with your arousal, glistening under the dim lighting. He strokes himself lazily, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

"Open," he orders.

You hesitate for only a second before parting your lips. That second costs you—Seonghwa’s palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack making you jolt.

San grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Did you forget how to listen, baby?" he taunts.

Before you can answer, he slides his cock past your lips, filling your mouth in one smooth motion. He doesn’t let you ease into it—his hips push forward until he’s deep in your throat, making you gag instantly.

Seonghwa takes advantage of the momentary distraction. His hands grip your hips, spreading you open before slamming into you from behind.

There’s no warning. No build-up. Just one devastating thrust that has your body lurching forward, San’s cock slipping even deeper down your throat.

You choke, your hands clawing at the sheets as your body struggles to handle both of them. But they don’t stop. They *don’t care*.

Seonghwa sets a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress like he’s trying to break you. His nails dig into your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, forcing you to take every punishing thrust.

San isn’t any kinder. His grip tightens in your hair, keeping your head still as he fucks your mouth with the same merciless rhythm. His cock drags against your tongue, hitting the back of your throat with every movement.

Tears sting your eyes, drool spills from the corners of your lips, but they only seem to enjoy the sight of you unraveling.

“Such a good little slut,” Seonghwa growls, voice breathless yet firm. “Letting us ruin you after acting like an innocent little thing at that party."

San groans, his thumb brushing over your cheek, feeling the way his cock bulges in your throat. "She’s *perfect* like this."

The pleasure is unbearable. The way they use you—force you to take them, to surrender completely—has you spiraling. Your body trembles, your walls clenching around Seonghwa, your throat tightening around San.

You're close. So close it’s humiliating. The heat in your stomach coils tighter, the pleasure building to a breaking point—

And then they pull away.

San slides his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, watching with amusement as you gasp for air, your lips red and swollen. Seonghwa drags himself out of your soaked cunt, his cock slick with your arousal, and delivers another sharp slap to your ass.

“That’s another one,” he breathes.

A strangled sob escapes your lips, your body still trembling from the denied release. Your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, aching, ruined.

San runs his fingers over your swollen lips, tilting his head as he admires your wrecked expression. “We can keep this up all night, baby,” he coos. “You know that, right?”

Seonghwa grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His expression is composed, utterly in control. “Sweetie.. you know what to do.”

Your pride is shattered, your desperation unbearable. But you don’t hesitate.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice wrecked. “Please let me cum. Please, I need it—I need you, I need to—”

San chuckles, running a thumb over your spit-slick lips. “Mhm. that’s much better."

Seonghwa smirks. "I guess she’s learned her lesson."

San hums in agreement. "Yeah. I think she deserves a reward now."

"Aww, she’s shaking," San murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

You *are* shaking—your body writhing between them, overwhelmed and desperate. They’ve been teasing you for what feels like forever, pushing you to the edge only to pull away, leaving you ruined and empty.

But now?

Now, they’re finally giving you what you want.

Seonghwa's fingers press deep inside your dripping cunt, curling perfectly against your sweet spot. His other hand holds you down, keeping you spread open as he works you over with precision—slow, deliberate, *taunting.*

San, meanwhile, sits beside you, his gaze locked onto your wrecked expression. His fingers tug at your swollen, spit-slick lips before sliding down your body, reaching between your thighs to toy with your aching clit.

"Poor thing," San coos mockingly, his fingers circling your sensitive bud. "All worked up with nowhere to go."

Your back arches violently, your body instinctively chasing the pleasure, *begging* for release without words.

Seonghwa chuckles. "She’s *so* close," he muses, his voice smooth but firm. "I can feel her clenching around my fingers."

You let out a strangled moan, your body tensing, your climax teetering right on the edge.

And this time—this time, they don’t stop.

San leans down, his lips ghosting over yours as he presses just the right amount of pressure to your clit, rubbing tight, devastating circles that send you spiraling.

Seonghwa crooks his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot, his pace unrelenting. "Cum for us," he murmurs, voice low, commanding. "Now."

The moment his words hit you, the coil in your stomach *snaps.*

Pleasure crashes over you like a violent wave, your body convulsing, thighs trembling as your orgasm tears through you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your hands grasping at nothing, desperate to ground yourself.

But they don’t *let* you recover.

San grins wickedly, watching your face twist in pleasure. "That’s it," he murmurs.

And then Seonghwa pulls his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, slick and drenched, only to drag them up to your lips.

"Open," he orders.

You barely register the command, still reeling from your orgasm, but when you don’t respond quickly enough, San grips your jaw, forcing your lips apart.

Seonghwa slides his fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. "Taste yourself," he whispers darkly.

Your body is still trembling when Seonghwa shifts behind you, his hands grabbing your thighs to spread you open again. San moves, kneeling between your legs, stroking himself as he watches you come down from your high.

But the moment you manage to catch your breath, Seonghwa’s lips ghost against your ear, his voice a promise.

"You begged so pretty for it,' Seonghwa

murmurs, his fingers ghosting along your

jaw as you tremble between them. "But did

you really think we'd stop just because we're finally letting you cum?"

San chuckles darkly, his thumbs pressing

into your waist as he aligns himself with

your entrance again. "Oh, baby," he sighs,

mockingly sweet. "You're so fucked."

You barely have a second to catch your

breath before they thrust into you at the same time.

Your body jolts forward, mouth parting in a

silent scream as they stretch you open all

over again. There's no slow buildup--no

mercy. Seonghwa drives his cock into your

drenched cunt from behind, his pace deep

and punishing, while San grips your hips

and thrusts into you from the front.

There's nowhere to run. No escape. You're

trapped between them, your body forced to take every relentless thrust as they fuck into you, raw and unyielding.

San presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven. His hands roam over your body, gripping your waist, your ribs--before sliding up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your hardened nipples before he pinches them, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. You cry out at the sensation, your back arching.

"That's it," San groans, voice wrecked with

lust. "Let us hear you."

Seonghwa tightens his grip on your throat,

not hard enough to cut off your air, but

enough to remind you of his control. His

free hand moves to join San's, fingers

teasing and squeezing your breasts, while

his cock slams into you even deeper.

"You look so fucking good like this," he

mutters against your ear. "So cock-drunk,

so ruined--taking us like you were made for it.”

Your nails dig into San's shoulders, the

pleasure so overwhelming it's unbearable. And as if it isn't enough, San leans down,

his lips finding the curve of your throat.

He doesn't kiss you gently. No, he claims

you--his teeth sinking into your skin

sucking hard enough to leave dark bruises

in his wake.

"You're ours," he growls against your neck,

"You know that, don't you?"

You sob, your body shaking as he moves

lower, his tongue trailing down between

your breasts. His mouth finds one of your

nipples, wrapping around it as he sucks

harshly, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

Your entire body shudders, overstimulated

beyond belief. Seonghwa tightens his hold

on your throat, his grip grounding you, while his hips snap forward, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust.

"You're close again," he breathes, his lips

brushing against your ear. "I can feel it."

You can't deny it. You're so close, the

pleasure coiling impossibly tight in your

stomach, your body on the verge of

breaking

San releases your nipple with a sinful pop,

his lips moving back up to your throat. His

hands grip your hips, keeping you steady as he fucks into you even harder, his cock

slamming into you in perfect sync with Seonghwa.

Your body was theirs to control, to break apart and piece back together, and they knew it. You were caught between them, helpless, overpowered, your body shaking as pleasure warred with the overwhelming force of their touch.

San had one hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to remind you who was in control—while the other gripped your hip, forcing you to take everything he gave. His dark eyes bore into yours, drinking in every whimper, every twitch, every desperate attempt to hold yourself together. Behind you, Seonghwa was just as relentless, his grip bruising as he held you steady, his pace unyielding, punishing.

"You’ve taken your punishment so well," San rasped, his breath fanning against your lips. "I think you’ve had enough for tonight."

Seonghwa groaned behind you, his teeth scraping over the shell of your ear. "Mm, barely. But she’s been good." His fingers dug into your waist before he added, "Let’s give her what she needs."

And then they did.

San’s fingers found your most sensitive spot, ruthless and precise, stroking with an expertise that made your head spin. Seonghwa’s grip tightened, his lips curling against your ear as he whispered, "Come for us, baby. Now."

The command sent you spiraling, your body locking up before pleasure tore through you, raw and blinding. A cry ripped from your throat as you shattered between them, your body shaking, utterly wrecked.

They didn’t let you fall.

Seonghwa caught you first, his hands smoothing over your trembling frame, pressing you back against his warm chest. San was just as quick, brushing damp strands of hair from your face as he pulled you close, his touch now gentle, soothing. The shift was effortless—ruthless dominance melting into something tender, something worshipful.

San kissed your forehead, murmuring, "Did so well for us, sweetheart."

Seonghwa hummed his approval, his hands never stopping their slow, grounding strokes along your sides. "So perfect," he praised, voice softer now. "We’ve got you."

For a long moment, the only sound was your slowing breaths, their warmth pressing into you, keeping you anchored. And then, as expected, the teasing began.

San's fingers trailed lazily up your thigh, his lips curling into a smirk against your temple. "Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

You barely had the energy to answer, but you knew better than to keep them waiting. "You…"

Seonghwa chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. "Who, baby?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but they heard it—felt it. "San… Hwa… Both of you."

San grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips. "That’s right. Good girl."

Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around you tighter, his voice low, possessive. "Ours."

Wrapped between them, sore in the best way, you let yourself sink into the safety of their embrace. Completely spent. Completely theirs.

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[meinii]

“I need a kiss”

summary: how I think the lads boys would act when they’re needy for a kiss! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

content: fluff

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Sylus

Sylus isn’t the type to ask for affection outright—no, he demands it. when he’s feeling needy for a kiss, he doesn’t bother with words. instead, he corners you, trapping you against whatever surface is closest, his crimson eyes dark with intent. he tilts your chin up with two fingers, his lips already curling into that smug, knowing smirk

“don’t play coy,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk “you know exactly what I want”

he’ll tease you at first, brushing his lips over yours, letting his breath ghost over your skin, but never fully closing the distance. he loves to watch you squirm, to see you grow desperate before he finally gives in, kissing you slow, deep, and intoxicating. one kiss is never enough for him—he’s greedy, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he could devour you whole. even after you part, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, thumb tracing over your lips, as if contemplating whether to steal another

“hm… still not enough,” he mutters “but I’ll be merciful. for now.”

he makes sure you’re breathless, dazed, and completely under his spell before he finally lets you go. and if you ever try to deny him, well… you’ll only make him more determined to get what he wants

Zayne

Zayne won’t outright say he wants a kiss, but his actions speak for themselves. he lingers near you more than usual, brushing his fingers against yours, standing just a little too close when you’re doing something mundane, like reading or cooking. if you don’t take the hint, he’ll grow more obvious—sighing dramatically as he sits beside you, arms crossed, a faint pout on his lips

“you’re ignoring me,” he states plainly, adjusting his glasses “very cruel of you.”

and if you still don’t catch on? he gets petty. he’ll tug on your sleeve like a child, or even steal whatever you’re holding just to make you look at him. the moment you finally give in and lean in to kiss him, he meets you halfway, a quiet but satisfied hum escaping him as your lips press together

his kisses are soft and slow, drawn out as if he’s savoring the moment. his hands instinctively cup your cheeks, his thumb tracing absent patterns against your skin. and when you pull away, he keeps you there, pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of your lips before murmuring

“there, much better. don’t make me wait next time”

Caleb

Caleb is shameless when he’s needy for a kiss. he has no problem following you around, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, and resting his chin on your shoulder. his voice takes on that playful, teasing tone, but there’s a clear edge of longing beneath it

“honey,” he drawls “I think you forgot something”

if you ask what, he’ll just pout, giving you the most exaggerated, pitiful look he can muster

and if you still don’t get the hint? he’ll lean in, whispering against your ear

“you forgot to kiss me.”

the moment you indulge him, he melts. his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, making sure you feel every ounce of his affection. he’s warm, steady, and utterly devoted, tilting his head to deepen the connection, as if trying to make the moment last forever

and after? he grins, rubbing his nose against yours before stealing another quick kiss

“mm… think I need a few more just to be sure”

Rafayel

Rafayel is dramatic when he’s needy for a kiss. He sighs loudly, throwing himself onto the nearest couch or bed, acting as if he’s on the verge of death

“I am starving,” he groans, clutching his chest “but not for food. no, I am wasting away, neglected, unloved—”

you don’t even have to say anything. just rolling your eyes is enough to make him crack a grin, but he keeps up the act until you finally lean in and kiss him

the second your lips touch his, he immediately wraps his arms around you, trapping you in place. his kisses are intense, passionate, like he’s trying to pour every bit of his emotions into them. his fingers tangle in your hair, and he refuses to let you pull away too soon

“ahh, finally,” he breathes against your lips, smiling as he kisses you again, this time softer “but I think I need just a few more to fully recover.”

hood luck getting away now

Xavier

Xavier doesn’t always understand social cues, but when he’s needy for a kiss, it’s obvious. he follows you around like a lost puppy, his usual neutral expression softened by the smallest, almost imperceptible pout. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stands close—too close—until you finally turn to look at him

“… I require something,” he finally says, tilting his head

if you ask what, he just stares at you, waiting.

and when you still don’t get it, he reaches up and gently taps his lips with his finger

the moment you lean in and kiss him, his entire expression changes. his hands immediately cup your face, his touch delicate but firm, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. his kisses are slow, reverent—he kisses you like you’re something sacred

even after you part, he stays close, his forehead resting against yours.

“… better,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your cheek. “but I think I need more data. let’s try again”

and with that, he steals another kiss

[lemonlover1110]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲

Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 2] Lunch

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Story Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Heavy Angst, Attempted Murder, Murder, Smut, Eventual Fluff and Romance

*I completely forgot that i was cross posting, forgive me!! For all of those that asked, there's no edits! It's the same as AO3!

The interview goes well– at least you think it goes well, and then you wait for the reporter and photographer to go back home. There isn’t much to talk about since your father isn’t exactly the happiest about the man you’re engaged to, and he doesn’t want to let Naobito have a piece of his mind. You say your awkward farewells before leaving the house.

Your father doesn’t shut up once he gets into the car, he rants the whole way home and you tune him out. You just can’t wait to see your daughter. Every now and then you catch a bit of what he’s saying.

“That motherfucker really fucking screwed me over. We had agreed on that other nephew of his not on that piece of shit, good-for-nothing man.” It is around the fifth time your father says those similar words, and your stepmother is annoyed.

“What the fuck did you expect? Your daughter literally has a creature that most men don’t want to deal with! Suck it up!” She raises her voice.

“Who doesn’t want to deal with Misaki? She’s an angel brought from heaven!” Your father claims, the soft spot his heart has for your daughter is very visible. But he will still choose his wife over his granddaughter, the same way he chose his wife over his daughter.

“Angel brought from heaven.” Your stepmother scoffs. She’s grateful that the Zenins will soon take you off her hands. “Naobito informed me that the wedding is set to be in a month or so. The wedding planning has begun.”

“In a month? Did he not think to inform me, considering I am the bride.” You speak up, causing a laugh to come from her. You don’t find the humor in it.

“Inform you? He told me which is more than enough. I told you the news, so it isn’t coming up to you as unexpected.” She replies. You open your mouth to speak but she interrupts you, “This isn’t a marriage that’s made of love. If you fall in love with him, then good for you but at the moment it’s not about that. It’s to clean their image and to get you and your daughter off our hands. The wedding is not going to be to your liking but to theirs.”

“You don’t have to say it like that.” Your father tells her, but you can agree with her on something.

“She’s right. That’s the only reason you’re doing it, or else why are you marrying me off to a complete stranger?” You say.

“Because it’s what’s best for you and Misaki. You saw what happened with Misaki’s father, didn’t you? He left even though you have a daughter together. He claimed he loved you, didn’t he? But you still came back to my door with your daughter because you couldn’t pay the bills.” He begins and you want to interrupt him, but you let him ramble on as you roll your eyes at his every word. “My point is, I think marrying for love is pointless unless you both have money. I’m setting up your daughter to have a successful life, even if it costs your happiness. Love didn’t bring you anything good anyways.”

“I-” You try to think of a way to defend yourself, but it’s not worth it in the end. You mutter it though, “I was just unlucky.”

“As I was saying…” Your stepmother continues talking, “The wedding will be as they envision it. The only thing that will be adjusted to you will be your gown size, which will be in fact next week.”

“How big is this wedding supposed to be? A month isn’t a lot of time to organize a big wedding.” You ask, wondering how many eyes will be on you in a month.

“Really big. Every person imaginable will be there.” She answers. “As to wedding preparations, you don’t have to worry because you’re not doing it. The Zenins have hired people that are more than capable and work fast.”

You just stay quiet and close your eyes. Maybe this is all a dream– More like a nightmare. Maybe when you open your eyes back up you’ll go back to when you were five, when life was good. When you could go running back to your mother and give her a hug and she’d fill your face with kisses until you begged her to stop.

But you open your eyes back up, and the only thing you see is your father’s house, which looks as horrid as ever with the lack of color. You remember once upon a time that the outside was filled with a mix of beautiful colors, now it's colorless. The flowers that your mom once planted are gone; they have been for a long time.

You’re the first to get out of the car, and walk to the front door. You knock since you have no keys. Soon enough the door opens and you see the babysitter that your father hired. She lives in the neighborhood and is roughly sixteen years old.

“Hello, Utahime.” You greet her and she greets you back. “Did she behave?”

“She was a sweetheart.” She answers. You walk into the home, and as the little girl notices she drops her doll and runs to your side.

“Mommy!” She yells as she runs to your side. You kneel down to receive the hug that she so warmly welcomes you with. You kiss her cheek. She’s quick to ask, “How was lunch?”

“It was- good!” You tell her. She’s too young to know or even understand what’s going on. She made a fuss before you left and you assured her that you’d be back soon, that you were only having lunch with friends. “Nothing too interesting, how about you, baby? How did you like your time with Utahime?”

“It was good!” She replies. Your father and stepmother walk through the door and your daughter rushes to greet your father. She receives the same treatment you do from your stepmother, so she rightfully doesn’t like the woman. You get off the ground, and go upstairs to get Utahime’s money.

You quickly go back downstairs with the money and give it to Utahime. She thanks you and gets her stuff. She says her goodbyes before walking out the door.

Once the door closes, your stepmother opens her mouth. She looks down at Misaki. “You’ll be having a dad soon.”

“What?” Your daughter asks, blinking at the very much older woman, very confused. “What does that mean?”

You glare at the woman. Maybe you’re looking more forward to this wedding day than you first thought. You’ll even prepare a speech of all the things you want to tell her.

“Is daddy coming back?” Your daughter questions, hope in her voice which makes you want to break down crying. It hurts to crush her illusion.

“No, Misaki, you’re getting a new daddy.” Your stepmother responds. Your daughter’s hopes are not the same, but she’s not crushed. She doesn’t remember her father that much so she’s not scared of someone replacing him.

“Misaki, do you want to watch a movie with me?” You ask, switching the topic. She nods and walks to your side.

“Wake up, you two.” You hear a not so nice voice that slowly causes you to open your eyes. You look at the woman you despise more than anything in this world, and your day is already ruined. You know it’s not going to be a good day.

You caress your daughter’s cheek since she’s always hard to wake up in the morning. She groans but she eventually opens her eyes. The woman still stands in your room. It’s a rare sight to have her wake you up.

“What?” You ask, wondering what she wants. She never needs anything from you which is why you never spoke. She has people to cook or clean for her since your father is more than blessed to have the money for. Otherwise, you would be the one to be doing those chores. She wouldn’t be with him in the first place if he had no money.

You’re not the same little girl that she could torment so there’s no point in being in your room, more or less speaking with you.

“You have lunch with Toji today. Misaki is coming with, and there’s a couple of hidden paparazzi’s so make sure to look decent.” She informs you. You sigh as you get up from bed. “Be ready in two hours.”

You get up from bed and let the child rest for a couple more minutes while you begin the process of getting yourself ready. You first take a shower, and when you come back out you see your daughter still sleeping.

You wake her up again, and she gets up looking around confused. You want to smile. She’s your literal clone, she just has a couple miniscule features that are like her dad’s.

“We’re going out to lunch, baby.” You inform her. You walk back to the bathroom to fill the bathtub up with water for your daughter. You walk back to the room, and she’s still really tired. She wants to lay back down but you try to get her excited to go out. “We can get ice cream after lunch.”

“Really?” She asks, practically sold. She’s now fully awake and she gets out of the bed. She walks out of the room and into the bathroom. You walk in as well, while she does her business you shut off the faucet that is ruining water.

“Are we going to meet my new daddy?” She asks, which catches you off guard. You’re not sure how to respond.

“I-” You begin, but can’t find the right words. “He’s not your new daddy, honey, but we will be seeing him a lot more, soon.”

“Okay!” She responds as she gets up to wash her hands. You want to chuckle, thinking about how easy that was.

You get to the restaurant, and your father and stepmother decide to sit a couple of tables over. You sigh watching them be led by the hostess to their seat. You don’t get too much time to stare at them, soon enough you’re being led to the table your future husband is sitting at. 

You notice the infant that is sitting in a high chair, right next to his dad. There’s a genuine smile on Toji’s face as he feeds the baby some of the baby food. The baby isn’t too pleased with the food, you notice as his nose scrunches up, and half the food is practically down his chin.

The smile on Toji’s face disappears as he sees you and the little girl that is holding on to your hand. You make your daughter sit down before sitting down next to her. You and Toji exchange looks, his being nastier than yours. But he remembers there’s supposedly people around that are watching.

“This is my daughter, Misaki.” You introduce the little girl who is shy when meeting new people. She warms up easily, but Toji just has an intimidating look.

“Hi!” She surprisingly says, waving at the man. He’s not the kindest, but he has some manners. He reminds himself that your daughter is not you.

“Hi, I’m Toji.” He waves back. Toji then goes back to paying attention to Megumi. He tries to give the baby more food but he just flat out refuses to open his mouth. Toji sighs and puts the food back into the food. He looks back at you two, looking more at your daughter so his dislike towards you doesn’t seem as evident. “This is my son, Megumi.”

“Megumi’s a cute name. One of my baby dolls is named Megumi.” She is quick to inform him. She warmed up fast. He raises his eyebrow and continues the conversation with the child.

"Really? That's nice." Toji says. The waitress comes up to the table and you order your drinks. You watch the baby and can’t help but help but smile at the baby's adorable face.

“He’s so cute.” You comment and Toji hums in agreement. 

Toji taps his fingers on the table, everything a bit too awkward. He just doesn’t understand why he feels this way. Annoyed. You haven’t really done anything, and you seem like a decent enough human being but he feels frustrated and mad when he just so happens to look at you.

He just needed you to refuse that proposal, and make the Zenins clean up Toji’s image some other way. But getting married again so quickly– It is an easy plan, he admits, but he prefers a harder one because he learned that matrimony is a sacred thing.

He doesn’t want to get married again. More or less, with someone he’s not in love with. Since he’s not getting what he wants because of you, the negative feelings take over.

“How old are you?” His eyes are on your daughter. She puts five fingers up, a smile on her face as she tells him verbally.

“Five!” She tells him.

“Are you in school?” He continues questioning, wanting to know more about his future stepdaughter because the wedding is going to happen whether he likes it or not. Unless something happens.

He fights back a smirk as an idea comes to mind. The Zenins can’t throw him in the streets if something were to just happen to you.

“Mommy put me in preschool. I’ll be starting kindergarten soon!” She excitedly responds.

The waitress comes back with your drinks. Misaki and Toji continue to chat while you watch baby Megumi, who took a liking to the spoon. He wasn’t slapping it on the high chair, something your daughter would’ve done at his age, but he inspects it. He puts his little chubby fingers on it.

And as you hear your daughter speak with Toji, and watch as the adorable baby inspects his spoon, you think that things won’t be so bad.

[melanieph321]

Charles Leclerc x Reader - A Life With You

+18

Y/N is definitely me in this one 🤭

It can be you too. 🤷🏿‍♀️

Summary - F175 is your first public appearance as Charles Leclerc's girlfriend. A night you'll remember forever.

Enjoy! ❤️

"Are you nervous?"

"A little. Yes."

"Don't be."

For the split second that Charles left you in his car, your heart beat faster than ever before. It dawned on you in that moment, as your palms felt clammy against your silk dress, that what you had with Charles was something very real. Not a teenage dream, as some Italian tabloids have teased it to be. Or a flattering summer fling. Summer was long gone and yet here you were with Charles by your side, ready to introduce your relationship to the world.

The door on the passenger side opened, making you jump in your seat as a wave of flashing lights eliminated your vision. Through the blur, a hand was offered to you, Charles' hand, assisting you to step out of his luxurious Ferrari.

"Charles and Y/N, over here!"

It was an instant shock. People seemed to already know your name. They called you from left to right, demanding that you pose for a picture. Having been prepared for the mayhem that might occur at an event such as this one, you reminded yourself to relax your shoulders and take a deep breath. You then turned to the cameras, smiling faithfully, pleasing the many flashing lights.

Charles did the same beside you, posing for the cameras. He was a professional though, not as stiff as you. He smiled half heartedly, in a way that enhanced his natural charm. After some time posing, Charles' hand put pressure against your lower back. His way of telling you that it was time for you to move on inside.

Once inside you completely forgot that you belong. Or at least to act like you belong. The whole event was a spectacle in itself. A banquet in its own class. The tables where the drivers and other team members were seated overflowed with pre opened bottles of champagne. Nothing but the expensive kind. The tables were catered to by several service personnel, eager to assist you in any and every way. However, how could one think of eating when there was a chance that you'd miss the spectacle in itself.

The showcase of the 2025 season Formula 1 cars is what caught your eye for the majority of the night. That and the amazing composition of lights, music and the occasionally funny jokes made by the hosts of the evening. You were curiously peering at the stage, turning to Charles at times. Charles, who seemed to already have his eyes on you. You smiled, admiring the way your boyfriend's cheeks carved the most adorable dimples at your expense.

"Are you having fun?" He asked.

You nodded, like a child at an amusement park. "I can't believe that Aston Martin got Tems to perform. I love her."

"I know you do." Charles leaned forward, surprising you with a swift kiss on your cheek. He then whispered in your ear. "I've gotta go. I'll be back in a bit."

You anxiously shifted your head, dreading the fact that Charles was about to leave you on your own.

"Hey." He squeezed your hands and tilted your head to meet his eyes. His bright reassuring eyes. "Don't worry. I'll have someone escort you back to the hotel once the show is over, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

Charles kissed you once more. This time on the lips, wiping off the excess lipstick on his mouth as he left your table and walked away.

Eyes of the neighboring tables were on you. People, perhaps peers of Charles, who seemed curious yet delighted with your presence. "He's up next." An older couple said, their attention shifting towards the stage. Just then, the lights were dimmed as a historical introduction of Ferrari began.

**************

The afterparty was hosted at the hotel where you stayed. But by the time you left the venue the time was way past midnight. You were tired and longed to be reunited with Charles, whom you hadn't seen since he left your table.

He had appeared on stage following a marvelous reception from the crowd. You couldn't help but to admire your boyfriend who seemed to be in his element even with thousands of eyes on him. He made the flirtatious notion to wink at you where you sat beaming at him. It was a moment that released a ray of butterflies in your stomach. A precious moment to be remembered forever.

"Y/N, are you here?"

"In here!"

At the end of the night Charles returned to your hotel room, only to find you in the depths of your bedroom.

"I couldn't find you downstairs, is everything alright?"

You turned away from the mirrored desk, a makeup stained towel in your hand. "No, I'm all good. I just didn't feel like partying without you."

"Oh, okay. Well, we can return downstairs together—"

"Charles." You giggled. By now you had hopped out of your dress, your face cleared of makeup. The night robe you wore was flattering, but Charles would be kidding himself if he thought that you'd return to the party dressed in only a night robe. It was shameful though, for Charles to hop out of his attire. He looked so handsome in his deep blue suit, and the ferrari red tie to go with it added a simple yet tasteful touch.

"What?" Charles said, smiling with uncertainty at the way you regarded him.

You stood from the desk, setting your nightly products aside. "Nothing. I just like looking at you, that's all."

"You do?"

"I do." You approached Charles where he stood leaning against the door frame, stopping to wrap your arms around his neck. He did the same, wrapping his hands around your waist. Your eyes met in a loving exchange, making it almost impossible for your boyfriend to resist to bend down and kiss your lips. His mouth lingered against yours, the moment slowing down your heartbeats. Charles' hand went up to your cheek, tilting your head back slightly, deepening the kiss. It was the most intimate you had been the whole night and the words that followed told you that Charles was eager to change that.

"I hope I didn't scare you away."

"Scare me away?" You altered the kiss, a skeptical look on your face.

Charles chuckled, swiping his thumb across your warm cheek. "I mean all of this. The show. The lights. The cameras. It's pretty much sums up my life. I hope it didn't scare you to spend it with me ."

"You want to spend your life…with me?"

Charles' eyes winded, realising his mistake. "I didn't mean it like that—" His cheeks blossomed, a slight clog of his throat. After a series of dry coughs, he collected himself. "Unless….you want to."

You smiled, nodding your head. "Yes Charles, I want to spend my life with you. This life."

He hesitated to kiss you, fearing what it might do to him to taste you again. Instead his hand went to the waist of your robe, tugging at the slender ribbon that held it together. He tugged it loose, groaning with satisfaction once he discovered that you were naked underneath.

"Now you." You said, retaining his distracted eyes away from your breasts. Charles' eyes traveled downwards as he watched you drop to the floor, your hands traceing down the length of his body, his lean stomach, until they settled on his belt.

"Can I?" Innocent eyes peered up at him. To this Charles could only nod. You helped him drop his pants, leaving them at his ankles. Charles legs trembled with your touch, his slack cock weighing heavily below his underpants. Once it sensed the heat of your mouth it twitched awake, throbbing painfully for you to stroke it.

"Fuck." Charles slumped back against the wall, stroking himself while you slid the robe off your naked shoulders, settling yourself on your kness before him.

Charles stopped stroking himself and let you take over, moaning at the warmth of your mouth, devouring his cock, licking his leaking tip.

"Yes, baby, just like that."

You hymned in satisfaction. happy to please him. At times, you found yourself shifting in your stance, enjoying the way the bottom of your feet created friction between your legs. It allowed you to feel pleasure alongside Charles, who came with the rapid thrust of your head. By the time he helped you back up on your feet, rushing you to the bed, you were wet and tender to have him, letting Charles settle himself between your legs as you lay down on the edge of the bed. There, you made love to the silent thud from the party below.

You made love knowing that there would be many more nights like these.

[ceasarslegion]

caesar. ceasar who was mysweetstruggles. why. hitler kin? what. what. hello???

Mysweetstruggles was a blog that existed for a wild, wild few months way back in the day. I was still in high school when the whole thing happened.

When the height of tumblr kin drama was tearing this site's reading comprehension asunder, folks claimed that "kinning" something meant that you literally, actually, legitimately were whatever character or object you claimed to kin. If you kinned komaeda, it's because you believed you literally were komaeda. This was complete with claims about having "kin memories," which were repressed memories of your past lives of whatever you kinned. The kin drama often came in the form of other kinnies demanding you face "accountability" for the actions of the mostly fictional characters folks would kin, and claims of others "faking it" by being "doubles" of yours. As if uh... as if komaeda is a real person and not a guy a writer came up with. On the other end of the spectrum, people were writing callout posts for folks who tagged their art as "kin" for either kin drama reasons or because they were so anti-kinning that they looped back around to being extremists in their own right.

It was a weird place to be. Nowadays when people claim to "kin" something it's mostly because they really identify with that thing or historical person or character, not because they claim they literally ARE that thing. Let's all breathe easy and count our blessings that that fresh piece of hell is over.

Anyway, mysweetstruggles came onto the scene in the height of the old kin drama. She claimed that she was kin with uh... Adolf Hitler. She claimed that she was Hitler in a past life and that she she reborn as a neurodivergent Jewish girl so she could "atone for [her] past sins." For obvious reasons, this stirred a lot of shit at the time, because it was also the height of when tumblr thought that reading American Psycho meant that you personally wanted to murder all sex workers with axes irl. Not that I'm equating these two, I'm pointing out that the morality crusaders were even worse then than they are now, so a blog like this got a LOT more attention than it probably should have.

Anyway, it went on for a while where she would post about how sorry she was for the holocaust in the unique crytyping style of when you wanted to communicate that you were upset or ashamed of something on the 2010s internet. She got tons of asks asking what the hell was wrong with her and she'd post every single one with replies about how she "couldn't control her kin" and how "she had memories of her past that had to be hitler" and that she realized she was kin with Hitler during history class when she recognized her kin memories as Hitler's.

In the middle of all this, she would also post aesthetic edits of weimer republic cinema and things that looked both German and from the 1940s at the same time, suspiciously. It was never outright swastikas but it was about 2 steps removed from a roman eagle and an iron cross.

And then when all the hate she inevitably got from this came to a head, she made an absolutely legendary post where she claimed to be her older sister, claiming that all the tumblr hate had led to the cops being called on their house, that "Addy" was arrested for having a mental breakdown, dragged to an "insane asylum," and that she was never going to be let out again. It had a good dollop of "you guys did this by hating on a teenage girl who claimed she was reincarnated Hitler."

The blog stayed up for a good few months after that post and then was deactivated for good. But you can still find screenshots of her posts if you type her URL into Google images

EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT HER CLAIM THAT HITLER WAS GAY AND THAT HOMOPHOBIA WAS WHY HE WAS FORCED TO DATE EVA BRAUN INSTEAD OF HERMAN GÖRING...

[nicxl333]

October 10th - Gojo Satoru

“i’ve worked hard today baby, take those jeans off and let me spoil myself.”

content: 18+, nsfw, oral sex (f! recieving), pussy worshiping, overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise, afab! reader

☆彡

after a grueling day at jujutsu high, gojo’s pent-up energy and desire for a well-deserved break collided as he stepped through the door of your modest apartment. he tossed his bag aside, the thud echoing through the quiet space, and sighed, actively trying to release the tension from the events of his day. yuji had been swallowed by a curse, nobara was captured and held up as ransom, and megumi…actually megumi didn’t get into any trouble.

focusing on his surroundings, he had come to realise that it was quiet, too quiet for a space that had two occupants.

“y/n? baby?”

nothing.

it was quite out of the ordinary, considering you should have been home the whole day. you were on paid time off from jujutsu high, needing a break from all that was going on, therefore you had no reason to be out right now, unless you just forgot to tell him. unlike you, but at least it would grant him some form of an explanation.

he pulled his phone out of his pocket, ready to dial your number, when he heard a thud from deeper within the apartment.

“y/n? is that you? cmon baby stop playing, you know you can’t scare me.”

he walked closer towards the noise, deducing eventually that it came from the laundry room. he approached the door, quiet as ever, swinging it open and coming into view of his precious girlfriend.

“y/n? why weren’t you answering me? y/n?”

you were apparently ignoring him, not even startled by the open door or the presence that was now behind you, and he soon came to realise why. you were bent over, placing yours and gojo’s wet clothes into the dryer. you had your headphones in, blasting your favourite song.

more importantly, it was fundamental for gojo to take note of exactly what you were bent over in. your legs, thighs and ass were clad in a pair of dark blue denim jeans that hugged your lower body in all the right places. although constricted, your plump ass moved freely as you placed more clothes into the dryer. your top half was donned in a simple black tank top, cropped enough just to show a sliver of your stomach and lower back. your hair was tied back and out of the way presumably to avoid annoyance as you completed the household chores. you looked irresistibly delectable, and he could feel himself getting hard.

he leaned towards your ear, pulling out an airpod and consequently pausing your music in doing so.

“what the fuck?” you looked behind you to see who had the audacity to stop your music during the best part and immediately got startled seeing your boyfriend so close behind you. “shit! satoru what the hell!”

“you know, for such a highly esteemed sorcerer as yourself, your awareness is quite shit as soon as you put your headphones in.”

you reached up to hug him, evidently missing his absence. “piss off i was busy.” as you revelled in your long hug, you couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable poke of a hard-on at your inner thigh. you pulled back to look at gojo, his cheeks slightly rosy.

“did you seriously get hard from that hug?”

he scratched at his nape. “yes and no. who are you wearing those jeans for my love?”

you raised an eyebrow, not realising that your simple jeans gave off that much of an effect. “myself? i’m trying to clean.”

“cleaning can wait. i’ve worked hard today baby, take those jeans off and let me spoil myself.”

he closed in on you, trapping you between him and the dryer behind you.

“why are you so horny today? i’m not even looking good like that for you to be this brazen.”

“don’t you understand? you never need to do much for me to be turned on. today though, you look so fucking good.” he leaned down and licked at your neck, eliciting a moan from you as he hit your sensitive spot. you felt hands at your waist grip onto you and swiftly lift you up. you fell forward in shock, landing squarely on his right shoulder. he landed a smack on your ass before leaving his hand to rest there while he turned around and walked out of the laundry room.

“satoru! where are we going? i need to finish the laundry.”

“the laundry hand hold off a while longer. i want to treat my girl right. i deserve it.”

you witnessed as you approached the couch, before being turned around and thrown down on it. gently, of course. looking up you could see gojo slowly approaching you.

“you’re so good to me y/n. so calm, so peaceful.”

“have the kids drove you crazy again?” you knew gojo only acted like this when his day was long. it would explain why he’s so willing to relish in you, considering you were the calmer side that jujutsu high had to offer. you weren’t complaining either way, considering you were about to be on the receiving end of gojo’s ministration.

“shhh, less talking more moaning.” he leant down, trapping your lips in a sweet kiss. you grabbed his hair in response, pushing his entire head into your lips further. your hunger was insatiable and a mere kiss was able to have you on the brink of absolute maximal horniness.

you slipped your tongue in, tangling with his, converting the sweet moment to one of absolute nastiness, webbed with arousal. you moaned into the kiss, your hips moving against nothing, desperate for some form of friction to ease your hot cunt.

seeing this, gojo took this as his cue to proceed. he separated from your lips, moving down to unbutton your pants with a practiced ease, his eyes never leaving yours. the anticipation was palpable as he slowly pulled down the zipper, the metallic sound echoing in the quiet room. he slid his hand inside, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited him.

“this for me baby? you’re so fucking wet.”

you nodded, moving your hips once more against his hand savouring the feeling of his hand on your clit.

with a groan of pure need, he pulled down your jeans and panties in one go, revealing your glistening pussy. you spread your legs further, your folds opening up invitingly. he couldn't resist the temptation any longer, positioning himself between your thighs, his eyes feasting on the sight before him.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” he groaned with upmost desire.

he lowered his head and began to lick you, starting with a soft, tentative stroke that soon turned into a fervent exploration. his tongue danced around your clit, teasing and flicking, while his hands gripped your hips firmly, to keep you from squirming.

“oh fuck!” you threw your head back into the couch, back arching up trying to shrink away from the sudden pleasure. gojo’s actions sent a jolt of electricity up your spine.

the taste of you was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and desire that made his own need grow. he increased the pace, his tongue swirling and pressing against your sensitive bud. he could feel your legs tremble, your nails digging into the couch cushions as you approached your climax.

your breathing became erratic, your chest heaving as you reached the edge. with a final, determined lick, he sent you spiraling over, your body convulsing with pleasure.

“satoru! don’t stop please don’t stop!” you cried out his name, your orgasm washing over you in waves. gojo watched as your face contorted with ecstasy, feeling his own arousal spike as he enjoyed the sight of your release.

“give it to me y/n, just like that. you’re such a good girl for me.”

finally, your body relaxed, your breaths coming in gasps. he kissed his way back up your stomach, savoring the taste of your skin. "i love you" he whispered against you ear, his voice laced with pure adoration.

“i love you too ‘toru”

gojo stood up, his movements fluid and purposeful. he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock from its confinement. it sprang forth, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. your eyes widened, your core pulsing with anticipation once more as you took in the sheer size of him. although this is one of the many times you and gojo have had sex, you never got used to how big he actually is. his girth and length are impressive, which leads you to wonder how the fuck you’re able to take his size every time. not that you’re complaining.

without wasting another second, he moved back and positioned himself at the edge of the couch. he pulled you back with him, adjusting you and aligning his cock with your dripping wet entrance. “you ready?” he asked with genuine care. you nodded, taking his left hand in your right, while his right hand held onto your hip. he held your gaze as he pushed inside you inch by inch, filling you up completely. you gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as you felt the familiar stretch that always sent a thrill through your body.

“shit!” your back arched once more, almost unable to comprehend how deep he felt inside you.

he began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had you moaning uncontrollably. the couch creaked beneath you, a testament to the passion that fueled your every motion. he leaned over you, hands leaving yours for a moment. he placed one hand on the couch back, while the other tangled in your hair. he used his grip to pull your face towards his, claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss as he continued to drive into you.

your legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles locking together as you urged him deeper, your nails raking down his back. the friction of your bodies created a symphony of sounds, a crescendo that matched the racing beat of your hearts. gojo groaned heavily, the insurmountable pleasure rushing throughout his entire body.

your bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust pushing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. gojo could feel you tightening around him, your muscles contracting in a delicious vice-like grip. he knew you were close, and he wanted nothing more than to feel you cum again, this time with him buried deep inside you.

he reached between you, finding your clit with his thumb. he began to rub it in tight, fast circles, his eyes never leaving yours. the eye contact was insanely scandalous, and your hips bucked up to meet his, your breaths coming in pants as you chased the building pleasure.

“don’t look away y/n. i want to see you face as you cum.”

you nodded rapidly, unable to think or comprehend properly as gojo rapidly brought you over the edge. your hands were flailing, grabbing at anything that could anchor you, bring you away from the unbearable pleasure.

with a final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you like lightning. your walls clamped down on him, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. gojo groaned, his own climax following closely behind, filling you up with his hot cum.

your bodies remained joined, both of you panting and trembling from the intensity of your release. he kissed your forehead, his hand stroking your disheveled hair gently. "i love you" he whispered again, the words a promise, a declaration of devout love that sent a warm shiver down your spine.

you nodded, your eyes shining with love and satisfaction. "i love you too satoru," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

the tension of gojo’s day melted away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of your bond. you had found refuge in each other's embrace, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside. as you lay there, entwined and sated, the only sound in the room was the soft thud of your hearts in sync, a silent testament to the love that had just been made.

“round two?”

“fuck off satoru.”

note: hey guys…*silence* if you match the date it says on the heading to the date it is today, you’ll see it is indeed NOT october. however, quite a lot of things happened and my mental state was at a fuck all low. however, i’m in a much better place and my motivation has somewhat returned enough for me to start trying to write again. so here you go, the long awaited 2nd/4th kinktober post. i will try and get the others up soon, along with any other asks in my inbox that you guys have sent in. (REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO DON’T BE SHY PLEASEEEEE)

i love you all!

[mostowa]

7x07 Corner of Random Thoughts

This is my favorite ep of the whole season so far. We finally got emotional episode, which, I think some people forgot (writers especially), Rookie is good at. I love the weight to the storylines they bring and I missed that in the beginning of S7. This is why Corner of Random Thoughts will be long and sectioned (not so random) for some clarity.

TIM IN THERAPY/FLASHBACKS

When we got sneak peek with Lucy's flashbacks @theflyindutchwoman wondered if we get Tim's perspective, cause in 5x01 we didn't. And I'm so really glad we did. It feels so much more mutual than 5x01, it feels so much more vulnerable. And I'm here for it.

I don't necessarily agree with the fact that thing's been "solid" between them recently. But this supports my idea (which I don't really like) that "small doses" was at least some part of The Talk we've been waiting for and that with it they checked boxes of kindness and appreciation without showing them to us afterwards. This is also what I think is happening with an ensemble cast shows and writing whole arcs weirdly, when you have to divide screentime.

I love how you can see Tim's gears changin when the terapist calls him on I language. I love how therapist says "IF it was a mistake" and then makes a small head shake after. Those small things give me much more hope than I'm willing to admit.

I really think Tim might've been… hopeful (???) morning after, but Lucy's bolting scared him so much he is now convinced he made a mistake. He is doubting his judgment because of how she reacts. I think this dynamics is really perfectly depicted in @cfr749's "Beneath Your Beautiful" and they are both in this dance now.

Lucy's Flashbacks are a direct parallel to 5x01 but they also show how she is determined to compartmentalise this. There is no emotional comentary here other than her denying this. We're back to "ex-sex" thinking. AT THE SAFE HOUSE

Tim/Nolan might be my favorite new dynamics in this series. Like, seriously, they are both clueless about emotions and letting go of control but in a completely different ways. Tim closes up and toughens up and Nolan treats everyone as they are little kids. Seeing this mushed together is joy.

"Hard to sleep when she's not there" and shot to Tim is pure emotional gold mine. Makes me want to write a fanfic about those sleepless nights…

I love how reluctant Tim is towards being "emotionally unavailable" like it's still some crap he'll distance himself from. :D It's giving me a heavy reformed!Tim vibes and I'm here for that.

I also love how the talk starts with Nolan asking Tim about Isabel and ends with Tim reflecting on Lucy. This means that he thinks about her all the time and that she is more important to him than Isabel. I mean, this is obvious, but it's also nice to note that in a full-circle moment like that.

Eric kills the talk. The pain is there. The vulnerability is there. The "small doses" are there. It's the same pain that was in 6x10 and I'm here for him and Lucy to cure this pain BY GETTING BACK TOGETHER ALREADY. Lol.

IT'S ALSO THE FIRST TIME THAT WE SEE PROGRESS TIM'S MADE. He reflects on how he gave up, how he didn't fight. He's obviously not there yet with reasoning behind it. But he'll get there.

In the meantime Lucy's still in denial and we haven't gotten any one scene this episode on her doing any reflection about her situation with Tim at all. xd

The simple fact that Lucy called for Tim with Seth situation is huge for me. I mean, we all know that they trust each other professionally 100%. I just think in any universe it would be normal for them to have any kind of doubt whether they should bother another one in such situation. The way they showed there wasn't any doubt at all is huge for me. It's like I love it. Even though it's nonevent.

I think it's also the fact of how close they remain despite everything they have been through in their relationship. It's absolutely amazing and I feel this strongly this season (for some reason). Maybe it's written that way to divide their personal and professional spheres, but maybe it's just my perception of this. OTHER STUFF

James and Nyla are the most adult relationship in The Rookie. Change my mind after watching this scene in interrogation room, because James is the wise man proposing for them to face the truth and to deal with consequences regardless of the outcome.

I love Celina this season so much. I'm waiting for more storylines and more depth in her.

I love how much depth Bailey got this episode. It's amazing how well they shifted perspective from badass-almighty Bailey to badass-broken-protective Bailey. I love it so much more.

Like, Miles has a really big, texan heart. And I missed this kind of heart in The Rookie. PROMO I am pretty confident that we are getting Tim and Lucy in trouble because of Seth. There is no other reason they would veil this with "putting a two of their own at risk" in the synopsis.

[dramaticallytotal]

Accidentally Popular Headcanons: Part One

I decided to share headcanons for all my current ideas from my pinned:

List of Ideas/AUs.

Starting with Accidentally Popular since it was my first idea on here, I wanted to show it love! Yes, I will be going down my list alphabetically.

• As mentioned in the original idea post, Noah has learned to be less blunt due to his work as Chris's assistant and the unpaid and untitled production assistant. He constantly has to communicate with people, and he learned fast that being as blunt and sarcastic as he usually was was not helpful. This also helped him be more considerate when the staff or interns were having problems.

This whole experience was basically social skills training for him because in every au of mine, Noah had high functioning autism.

• Also, because of working for Chris for two years now, Noah's physique has changed from lanky to lithe. The amount of lifting, walking, occasionally running, and animal wrangling had him gaining muscle. But also Chris and Chef taking Noah out to eat a lot has helped him gain weight.

• He's still lazy, though. Of it was a choice to do something active or laze around. He will absolutely choose to laze.

• The interns and crew all respect him, even the older ones. He treats them like actual human beings, and they are endeared by him. Even with all the snark and sarcasm.

• They are also very protective of him.

• He implemented a new saying at work, completely on accident, but now everyone uses it to talk through things. It's: "I recognize and acknowledge that you're upset, I just don't understand why?"

HR bought him a cake because this helped stop arguments and bigger problems from happening.

• He has an IQ of 180 and an eidetic memory (Traits based off Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. Y'all lucky. I almost made him OP and have Peter Parker's IQ of 250.)

• Chris introduces Noah to new people and says, "And this is my personal assistant Noah," which is the equivalent of a parent introducing their kid like "and this is my kid, Noah."

• Noah is called Boss by everyone, but when he's not around, he's called McLean Jr. or Baby McLean, especially when he ditches the sweater vest and is just in his button-up and undershirt.

• When the filming for the new season starts and the interns are already losing stuff and things are only on schedule because Noah emailed everyone an itinerary before he was "fired", Chris had to pull out the big guns. He told the crew and interns, if he saw them making mistakes or anything like that, "Noah would be very disappointed in you." And he laughs every time it works.

That is until Chef said it to him, and he immediately felt guilty about what he was doing. How dare his husband use his words against him!?

• Noah calculated how long things would fall apart without him once the season started and how long it would take before the producers and execs were begging for him to come back. He also calculated exactly when he should get himself eliminated so the producers and execs could get a feel of the dumpster fire that was their company without him and hopefully his efforts would get him a raise included with new pay and a title change to production assistant officially.

• As said before, Noah thought he would stick to Team E-Scope and Owen as his friends in the competition, but accidentally became friends with almost everyone on the plane. Which ends up messing with Alejandro's game and strategy. But he saw how popular Noah was and decided the best course of action was to become his friend until the time came to get rid of him.

• Alejandro and Heather fully believe Noah is just playing the game and creating alliances left and right.

• Noah is just accidentally clicking with people and solving problems. His whole job was literally solving problems or being prepared before problems happened. He sees a problem and, on reflex, has to solve it. Even if it's an emotional problem!

Like Tyler being said that Lindsay forgot him and how each time he failed to get her attention or for her to remember him, the more it hurt. He didn't really have advice, but he listened, and Tyler really appreciated that. Noah listened because the situation made him think of his sister Nadia, who had been seeing a guy, and she really liked him, and then out of nowhere, the guy ghosted her. Turns out they guy had a girlfriend and she had been close to finding out he was cheating (she found out anyway because eleven year old Noah let her know.) The situations were very different but similar enough that it caught Noah's attention so he sat to listen. Noah also may have out loud theorized that she was acting (she is), and thankfully, the cameras weren't on when he did because they were under contract not to reveal any deals they had with the show or talk about them in any way on camera.

Of course, Tyler believes him about Lindsay acting because Noah is the smartest guy he knows. This makes him feel loads better, and he still tries to get Lindsay's attention and memory on him, but now he's playing it up. If his girl can act her heart out, he can, too!

Also, when he doesn't understand something, he asks Noah. His new bro is teaching him so much!

• Noah connects with Bridgette because she was having a rough day of missing Geoff (when she wasn't being flirted with by Alejandro), and her expression just reminded Noah so much of his older sister Neelima and an intern names Stacy. Both of which are in long-distance relationships. He remembered the advice Neelima gave to him when he complained one night about how sad Stacy was about being long-distance and how it was affecting work. Neelima suggested he give Stacy the idea of writing letters to her girlfriend. Neelima swore it helped with her and her boyfriend and that there was just something about physically writing a letter and sending it out and getting one in return.

So Noah suggested this again to Bridgette and awkwardly added, "You can't send them now, but think of how happy Geoff will be when you give him a stack of letters when you see him next."

She's so excited that she gets started right away. Somehow, this idea led to her not being taken in by Alejandro. Instead, she gushes about Geoff to him and how they'd get along so well.

Alejandro counts this as another moment of Noah thwarting his plans.

That clever minx!

• This happens with basically the whole cast except Harold and Sierra.

• The crew and interns don't help Noah cheat by any means, but they do slip him little luxuries. Like how he gets extra blankets in first class that are weighted or heated. The extensive library in first class was Chris's idea. Somehow, his food is better than everyone else's, but not that they notice. Chef purposefully makes it look unappealing like the rest. In economy class, he somehow always ends up with the most comfortable pillow. (Yes, economy gets the single luxury of lumpy pillows... except Noah.

For stunts, Noah always ends up safe and relatively scratch or bruise free.

Little things that others don't notice.

• Noah regularly falls asleep in the cockpit with Chef. It's one of the only places that is quiet enough and one of the only places he feels safe enough to fall asleep without worrying about the show.

• Noah's still a snarky asshole but once he accidentally befriends everyone, they're like, "Yeah, but he's my/our snarky asshole."

• Owen is happy his little buddy is making more friends, but Eva and Izzy are a little jealous. Not that they'd ever admit it, though.

• Chris accidentally called Noah son during a challenge, and it's basically that one BB9 scene but reverse. (Noah gives me Kevin vibes funny enough.)

• Noah does help DJ with his curse in this au like a couple others, but while those started out as schemes, this one is genuine because DJ being so superstitious reminds Noah of his sister Nadia. He gives him the salt cleansing and the Araignan Kayiru (black thread) to which DJ is eternally grateful.

Heather and Alejandro curse at another pawn being taken from them. All the while, DJ now is very protective of Noah and starts to see him as a little brother. The two bond over their love of their family, and DJ can't wait to introduce Noah more formally to his mama.

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[bluegekk0]

So, I've really liked the idea of Vyrm actually completely losing memories of his distant past after the hibernation (his childhood, early adulthood and learning soul magic primarily), and then slowly regaining some of them over the 10 years post-infection.

But that also made me think of the whole "he forgot how to use soul magic" thing. It was always a bit of a reach, honestly, the idea that he remembers stuff from his past but just so happens to not remember this. What are the chances, right? On its own it would be fine, but the AU already had its share of convenient coincidences, I don't need to add more.

And I really want him to actually remember at least some of his childhood. The idea of him being a little clueless about it at first but then the fragments of his memories returning to him at the most unexpected moments is too good to not explore. So much potential for angst, but also an opportunity for him to process the memories again, maybe this time having a chance to heal from the trauma instead of internalizing it.

So an idea I had, that I think would be very interesting, is that he does actually remember some of the soul magic basics now. He didn't after waking up from the hibernation, I think his brain was a big mess back then, but over the years it was one of the things he started remembering. It's fragmented, like all of his distant memories, but the knowledge is there and he could fill the gaps and become a soul magic user again.

But this time, he refuses to do it. He doesn't want to focus soul even if he gets the chance, he believes it's behind him and he doesn't need it anymore. He can live without it - he's not a god, never has been, and the magic was never meant for him. I think it would be pretty impactful that it was his conscious decision instead of a "I forgor 💀" thing like before. And yeah, before he still made the choice to not re-learn it, but idk I think it's more interesting like this. Plus I feel like it fits more organically, it doesn't have the same "lucky coincidence" aspect to it, he has more agency over his life and an ability to make a choice. And he chooses to not engage in soul magic. It's the last aspect of his old life that he wants to leave behind. I think it's pretty powerful.

So overall not a big change in the grand scheme of things, but I think it's something that needed a little refresh to get rid some of those unnecessarily convoluted plot details. And I think going in this direction also presents more interesting opportunities for him as a character, without changing what he was like up until now.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 180 spoilers and thoughts of me being lowkey scared but also having a great fucking time bc of lloyd's expressions but still being worried and more below the cut

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THE THUMBNAIL FOR THIS EP WAS THIS PANEL OF HELKAROS. I WAS SO DAMN TERRIFIED Y'ALL I WAS LIKE "oh god are the sillies over already. ARE WE ALREADY IN THE STORM??? THE CALM WAS TOO SHORT"

THANKFULLY we got one last ep of sillies to wrap up the mini arc,,, and i really like how it ended actually,,,

y'know i probably should've expected them to do a redemption for the venetos, but i'm still happy it happened,,, it doesn't take back all the shit the chief has said to his wife and kid but it's a start! absolutely a start, and i like that that's how it ended i think

OK BACK TO THE TOP. LLOYD'S PANELS IN THIS EP WERE TOP FUCKING NOTCH I LOVED THEM SO MUCH. LOOK AT HIM BEING ALL SMILEY,,, SO DAMN CUTE,,, STOPPP

HE'S SO DAMN ROUND,,, plus the cuts between where he's being ominous and describing the ABSURD interest rates HELP???

it is very nice that the chief (I FORGOT HIS NAME ALREADY) is determined to provide for his family in this new way,,, i'm glad about that. i think that's a big part of why i liked the end of this arc,,, again, still wish the intro was a little different but seeing this growth was really nice,,,

ALSO. "javier has already crossed a river too wide" HELPPP JAVIER LAKDFJSHDF not even doubting him for more than two panels anymore,,, he's too far gone,,, saluting u javier,,,,, still the funniest mf in the room i love his deadpan moments like this. stupid silly,,,

this whole bit was so damn good,,, i didnt even realize how this is very much a Bad Thing lloyd was doing technically until the system pointed out that he's doing what loan sharks do laksdjflkasdf the reader herself was also swindled,,,

honestly i was like a lil worried when i got to this point of the ep esp since many of my mutuals have said that the manhwa characterization is a bit. off the rails,,, so at this point i started getting worried abt how they would proceed,,, system is completely right in that loan sharks n financial scam things are things that he's had to deal with his whole life and he hates it, so to see him do this,,, feels odd,,, it's later explained in the ep tho hehe

THEN THEY SHOWED THE GOOD KARMA/BAD KARMA THING W HELKAROS AND OOH,,, MY GOD,,, OH SUHO YOU'VE BEEN SO DAMN GOOD,,, ALL YOUR LIFE,,, the bad karma not even reaching 200 and yet his good karma is OVER 80 MIL,,, you've been so good suho,,, u deserve good too,,,

seeing helkaros again made me worried more but also seeing his good karma made me so damn happy. if suho ever wanted a quantifiable way to prove that he's lived right, to prove that his parents raised him right,,, there's ur answer,,, tears sobbing sniffling

then we cut to lloyd coming back to collect the payments AND,,, AND,,, ALKDFJLSKJDFHSDFHGG

HE'S SO ROTUND,,, SO ROUND AND SQUISHY,,, CUTE,,, I LOVE THESE PANELS SO SSOO MUCH SO SO SO SO MUCH,,, OH KIM HYUNSOO-NIM THANK YOU FOR THIS I LLVE THESE,,, HES SO CUTE,,,

another fav bit was the fucking. cute then immediate "TCH." IM. HAHAHFLKDSJFHAHAHA I LOVE BITS LIKE THAT

like god he goes from looking like the most puntable squishy creature on earth to a fucking mob boss im CRYINGGG

at this point tho when the demons rushed in i was like. actually scared that they'd do some really bad fucking shit ,,, as aware as i am about suho's empathy/overall good behavior, it's still. CONVINCING that he's doing something Awful y'know especially when it's lloyds face looking like a thug. doesn't help that he didn't explain himself to the system either,,, which makes me wonder if the system is connected at all to the karma values that we saw? since the bad karma went up once the system heard what lloyd had to say, but also didn't remove it? ehh not sure, don't think it's terribly important but just a passing thought

AND THEN THE REVEAL THAT THEY JUST AGGRESSIVELY CLEANED AND REMODELED THEIR HOUSE IM. LAKJDFLSKJDF

AND I WAS SO RELIEVED AND ALSO SO HAPPY,,, LIKE OF FUCKING COURSE,,, THATS WHAT THEY DO BEST,,, ALDJFKSDFHA

like i know lloyd is like "u see how fast we fix? think abt how fast we could tear it all down,,, >:3" but after seeing this, i mean this when i say that i do not believe he'd tear anything down at all alksdjflkasdf ohhh suho,,, literally taking the most roundabout way for this,,, ily bud never stop doing good

AND HIS KARMA SKYROCKETTED FOR THAT TOO HE PUSHED PAST 90 MIL!!! SO CLOSE TO 100 MIL AAHH

that makes me wonder then how exactly helkaros is gonna drag lloyd down,,, is he gonna inflict despair, is he gonna make lloyd give up somehow? i'm curious,,, esp after seeing worthroad again (YEESH the time has not been kind to you buddy)

he has two of those dark magic blades now,,,,, i remember his plan was to bring war by bringing alicia to madness like fate had originally planned,,, and with fate still chugging along it's possible that this is gonna be like. TEN BILLION times worse than what fate had originally set on,,, which is scary. i think we're entering the storm,,, i'm SCARED

very glad this arc got the chance to have a nice conclusion,,, i keep saying this lol but rough start, nice ending,,, now we're back in the wringer. i'm NERVOUS AND I HOPE LLOYD PULLS THRU,,, im wondering too if lloyd is gonna use his blessing thing on javier at some point during this next arc,,, would that be enough to defeat helkaros? idk,,,

IM EXCITED!!,,, ill see yall soon prolly after my midterm lol

[flicklikesstuff]

“Maybe the flash was to blame. Or maybe it’s his shrunken state that gave the looming witch the illusion of being exactly 10 feet tall.

Whatever it was, it had flicked something within. Suddenly, he was no longer a lizard. Nor a great, powerful wizard. Not even “Rick Shades.”

He was a little Gourami.

Only 12 years old. Eyes wide and unobscured. Skin smooth from the lack of scars. But most of all, untainted by the horrors.

And unlike that little Gourami, he was entirely aware of what’s coming for them. He could warn the 12 year old. Maybe save them even. Tell her that continuing this approach is a bad, BAD, VERY TERRIBLY BAD IDEA!!

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But he couldn’t.”

My inspiration pieces: :)

[onebizarrekai]

I finished in stars and time………

various reactions from a doc below… including my cursed mid-game theories. this game is very good at putting you in siffrin's shoes

[joelletwo]

shaking water out of my ear. right. i had a dream i was watching high budget cinematic Yoshiwara In Flames live action movie. splitscreen w beautiful poignant whosname gintoki I Just Need You To Live style arts on the dash. fun dream.

[t4tadrienette]

I don't even want to be to harsh on Shinichi, because if I happened to see my crush friend 24/7 I also would forget that I'm technically not there and I'm supposed to talk to her, over the phone, because I'm supposedly somewhere else, and also have to ask her how things have been going, because I'm not supposed to know, yet again

[canichangemyblogname]

911 Fans moots rn: “Wait. So the grey truck was just another continuity error? What is going on with this show? What happened to the shiny new Jeep—”

Me:

[hobisexually]

I have so many problems with karamo but the s8 finale… he sees an asian woman who has severe trauma surrounding her father due to (some) asian culture(s) not allowing people to properly talk to their parents about their emotions or issues with them because that could be seen as disrespectful, oui? so she hasn’t spoken to him after her mother died and that is hard, yes?

and this man chooses to surprise her in the car (after making her cry) with an unannounced FaceTime call with said father, which forces her to immediately talk about why she’s upset with him after three years of not speaking??????? without being prepared, without knowing what to say to a stubborn elderly asian man who never learned to deal with his emotions and fucked up because of it? REALLY?

the LEAST he could have done was tell her in advance so she could write it down for herself and so she could be prepared

sure they talked. sure they made a start. but at what cost. what violence did this wreak on her for no reason. jesus CHRIST THIS MAN ANGERS ME SO MUCH