#OR DOJA CAT SAY SO SOUNDING SONG AND I WILL LOSE IT

[highway-143]

kissed- nishimura riki

genre: fluffy fluff, est. relationship

pairing: bf!riki x tall fem reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01

word count: 592- VERY SHORT just a drabble teehee

song: kiss me more- doja cat

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"why are you so cute?"

"excuse me?" riki glances down at you from his phone, pausing his round of candy crush to give you an offended look. you were lying with your stomach on the bed, legs kicking in the air as you flipped the pages of a thick book. riki was on his back, his phone held precariously over his confused face. his eyebrows knitted together in an all too familiar expression.

one you adored.

he rolls his eyes when you laugh, going back to his game. "i'm not cute, i'm handsome."

"yeah, sure" you say sarcastically, twirling your hair while watching him.

"mhmm... you're the cute one in this relationship. don't get it mixed up."

"okay, but like... you're still so cute."

he chuckles, a throaty sound that made your insides twist. "tell me," he says, dropping his phone on the bed and leaning over to face you, his face inches away from yours. "what about me is just so cute, huh?"

you feel a heat rise in your cheeks, but stubborn as you are, you don't back down. "the way your face lights up when you win something in that game. the way your lips pout when you lose, how your forehead scrunches up when you're confused. it's cute."

he laughs. "interesting."

the way his lips move is mesmerizing to you. his jaw flexes with every word, cheekbones more prominent as his silver hair swoops around them. his face is clear of makeup, and his skin glows in the evening light.

you reach up and poke the mole that dots his chin, and a quizzical look flashes on his face.

"what's that for?"

"you know how they say that your beauty marks are where you were kissed most in your past life?"

his deep voice fills your ears, a silky caress as he leans even closer to you. "yeah, so?"

you laugh. "so your past love must have been really short. she couldn't even reach your lips."

he smirks and grabs your hand, pulling it away from his chin and threading his fingers through yours. "then you must have been really short in your past life."

your cheeks flare and he laughs, his smile almost too adorable for you to bear.

"because you know i would choose you again and again, right?"

you scoot forward and kiss his chin, right on his beauty mark. riki's eyes close when your lips touch his skin, and you could feel his grin streching the soft skin under his lips, your own smile forming on his jaw.

when you pull away, he wines, gripping your hand harder. "you know i also have one here?" he asks, pointing at his bottom eyelid, displaying a tear mark that you had obviously known about. there was nothing about him you didn't know.

you press your lips to his closed eye, a soft touch that had riki's heart flipping around his chest.

"i love you," you say, the words a quiet hum as you pulled away. "so, so much."

he closes the gap with a kiss to your lips, his jaw pressing against you in a sweet but strong motion. every sense was on fire as you moved your lips on his, rubbing your free hand on the hair on the back of his hand as the other was squeezed in his.

you pull away for a breath of air, his pants louder than yours as you both recovered from the lightheadedness.

riki smirked and laid back down, grabbing his phone again.

"you're still the cuter one."

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a.n- tysm for reading! please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed! and to the anon, i hope the word count was helpful! i'll try and remember to include it in my other wips XD

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ice.cream

pairing: barista!hyunjin x fem!reader

summary: based off of ice.cream by hyunjin....

tags/warnings: mentions of food, americano reference, non-kiwijin jinnie, ice cream (obviously), not that proofread, kind of suggestive if you squint, really short, prob forgot something

a/n: wait so many people liked deep end omg??? apparently if you change your aesthetic it gets more likes lmao....anyways....

this is a hyunjin oneshot based off of ice.cream!! hope yall enjoy <3

The sound of soft jazz filled the cozy café, blending seamlessly with the low hum of conversation. You sat at a corner table, a half-finished iced coffee sweating against your palm. It was an escape, a moment stolen from the chaos of your week. The air-conditioning kept the room cool, but your attention was drawn to the man behind the counter, his movements fluid as he worked.

Hyunjin.

The name sounded like a secret on your lips, though it wasn’t the first time you’d been here, not the first time you’d noticed him. He was magnetic in the way only some people could be without trying. The kind of person who could make stirring a cup of iced Americano look like performance art. His dark hair was pushed back, a loose strand rebelliously framing his face, and he wore a confident smirk that seemed to say he knew exactly the kind of effect he had on people.

Today was no exception.

“Another iced coffee?” His voice startled you, even though you’d been staring long enough to know it was inevitable he’d catch you.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. “Yeah. Sure.”

He leaned forward across the counter, a playful gleam in his eyes. “You know, we have a new special today. Something sweeter. Ice cream. You might like it.”

You raised a brow, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened. “Are you saying I don’t like my coffee?”

“No,” he said smoothly, the smirk deepening. “Just saying you might want to try something… refreshing. Different.”

Before you could respond, he disappeared into the back, returning moments later with a small dish of ice cream. It was delicately presented, the creamy dessert dusted with a hint of cocoa powder and topped with a single mint leaf. He slid it in front of you, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest second—a spark that felt deliberate.

“On the house,” he murmured, his voice low enough to feel like a secret shared just between the two of you.

You hesitated before taking a bite, but the sweetness of the dessert melted on your tongue, its coolness contrasting with the heat creeping up your neck. When you looked up, he was still watching, leaning casually against the counter like he had all the time in the world.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, barely audible.

The smirk softened into something warmer. “I thought so.”

As the café slowly emptied, Hyunjin’s confidence lingered in the air. When he finally came around to clear the table next to yours, he paused, leaning just close enough for his cologne to mix with the lingering scent of coffee and sugar.

“You know,” he said, his voice teasing but somehow serious all at once, “if you like the ice cream, there’s more where that came from.”

His eyes lingered on yours, the challenge unmistakable.

And just like that, you knew—this was only the beginning.

hope yall enjoyed <3

todays writing playlist....

case 143 by stray kids, down bad by taylor swift, hype boy by newjeans, sour grapes by le sserafim, lose my breath by stray kids, twilight by stray kids, super shy by newjeans, how sweet by newjeans, love, money, and fame by seventeen, hall of fame by stray kids, flower by jisoo, cherish (my love) by illit, omg by newjeans, thinking out loud by ed sheeran, hold my hand by han, ice.cream by hyunjin, secret secret by stray kids, walkin on water by straykids, chk chk boom by stray kids, u by tablo and stray kids, happily ever after by txt, ain't shit by doja cat, industry baby by lil nas x, die for you by the weekend, not like us by kendrick lamar

*bold for explicit songs*

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[cherrybyunss]

Ship: Park Jisung (NCT) x female reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Smoking, Dirty Talking, Oral (M receiving), Fingering, Protected Sex, Nipple Play.

A/N: This is the first scene of the new fiction I'm working on called "Make Me Feel Lightweight", which was inspired by the song "Streets" by Doja Cat. And by inspired, I mean I was listening to the song an started writing. The entire story is a little angsty but this excerpt is just pure smut, so till I'm done, please go ahead and enjoy whatever smut excerpts I post on here lol.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), not proofread, protection is important, this is purely fictional and has nothing to do with the real idol.

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“Hey.” 

Courtesy of the flashing lights and loud music of the club, combined with the alcohol in your system, you’d barely heard yourself, but you were sure you had the attention of the man you’d whispered to, with the lingering touch, and the dangerous eye contact – his body language matching your own flirtatious one. 

“Hi.” 

Jisung was a junior in college. He was a part of the brother fraternity of the sorority you used to be in. Part of the same social circle, you’d talked to him enough over the past couple years, quantitatively and qualitatively, to occasionally be considered close. 

You showed him the cigarette in your hand. You wished to smoke with him alone, and he seemed to love the idea, for he took your hand and led the two of you to a secluded corner where the bass from the sound system didn’t feel like your own heartbeat. 

“Say,” You spoke as Jisung took the last puff. “Are you single?” Just to be sure. 

“Yes.” Jisung breathed, exhaling the smoke. Damn was he hot. 

But you knew that. “Do you do hook-ups?” 

“Yes.” His eyes got darker, in spite of the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips. 

“And...” You stepped in front of him as you spoke. “Do you...” You moved in closer and spoke against his ear. “Hook up with people you might have to see again...” You made your way down his ear, your lips ever so slightly tracing the skin. “And again...” You breathed against his neck, as if waiting for his permission. “And again.” 

You felt him snap as he turned you around and slammed you against the wall, and his lips against yours. You felt your soul leave your body from how fucking good that felt in your tummy. Jisung was hot. 

His hand grabbed your waist under your top, and you gasped, clutching his back and shoulders for support. The longer you kissed, the more desperate you grew, and Jisung was the same. 

He pushed your chin up with his thumb as he frantically moved down to kiss your neck with the same heat, and you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back. 

Ah yes. Just what you’d wanted. 

He found a weak spot, and sucked, and you positively lost your mind.  

He pulled away, catching his breath, mercifully letting you do the same, and looked at you with eyes that made chills run down your spine. 

“You sure like dangerous games.” He spoke, not looking away even for a second. 

And you smiled playfully in the drunken haze, as you took his hand, slowly bringing his fingers up to your mouth, and his eyes turned dark with anticipation. 

You licked a stripe up his fingers, looking him straight in the eyes, before closing in on two, and taking your sweet time pulling them out as you sucked in. 

You were making your own case worse if you were being honest, for his hands were the fucking epitome of sex appeal, and the reason you’d first gotten off to the thought of the younger boy fucking you. 

But you could see him gradually lose his mind as his breathing got heavier, and reveled in the effect you were having, pressing your legs together for your own sake. 

Jisung was hot.  

You leaned in, whispering into his ear again. “You wish you were privy to the games I like, sweetheart.” 

And he grabbed your hand and made his way across the club. 

You were sure some of your friends had seen you. And maybe you weren’t supposed to fuck Jisung. But it was way past you to care. You had nothing to lose anymore. 

The restroom would’ve been a nuisance, so you ever so discreetly snuck the two of you into the staff-only restroom, which turned out to be way cleaner and more spacious than you’d imagined. 

But that thought could only last so long when Jisung pushed you up against the counter in front of the mirror, using his own arm as a shield from the impact as the other circled your waist so your back was pressed up against his chest. 

He nuzzled into your neck as the two of you stood face to face with your reflection, before licking a strip up to a sensitive spot, and sucked again, tightening his grip on your waist. 

You gasped as your eyes rolled shut, and your head fell back onto his shoulder, giving him access for more. But you needed to see. See how bothered you looked at his mercy.

“Allow me,” He looked your reflection straight in the eyes as whispered against your ear, and you felt yourself lose your mind as you felt impossibly turned on by him. 

His hand moved down, making you burn in anticipation, before he pulled your skirt up and ran a couple fingers between your legs. 

You shuddered, your legs almost giving in. 

He pushed the cloth adorning your core to the side, and exhaled as his fingers massaged the slit, making your breath come out in broken moans. 

“So fucking wet...” Jisung spoke before biting onto your ear. 

“Aah–”  

He teased the clit and entrance a little, simultaneously leaving hickeys on your neck and shoulders. 

But you groaned in desperation, and he bit down onto your skin as he pushed a finger inside and curled it onto the sweetest spot, and you saw stars. 

Not allowing you fall forward, he propped your chin up with his thumb. “Look at you, so pretty.”

He hummed in satisfaction, a dark smile appearing on his face when you clenched around his fingers. His compliment had a condescending tone but you loved every bit of it.

He found the perfect rhythm as you screamed in ecstasy, your back arching away from him and legs closing in, but you were no match for his strength, for he continued to assault that one spot till you were clenching around his fingers and begging him not to stop.

“Jisung–” You were cut off by your own moaning. “Oh my god, that feels amazing!” You managed to exclaim.

Jisung smiled, and you caught the sight of him just in time as he licked a strip up against your ear and breathed, “Cum for me.”

You felt your soul leave your body as you came all onto his fingers, and he knew exactly how to let you ride that wave out. It was the best fucking orgasm you’d had in a long time.

And looking at the mess you called yourself in the mirror through and after it – with your flushed out cheeks and teary eyes, made you feel butterflies in your stomach – a feeling you knew you wouldn’t be acknowledging ever again.

Jisung only waited till you’d caught your breath before turning you around and kissing you like a man starved. And not yet having recovered completely at all, it made you lose your balance.

One of your hands latched onto his shoulder, as you supported yourself up against the slab with the other.

His tight grip on your waist, combined with the heat he kissed you with was starting to make you dizzy, when you felt his hard on against your abdomen, and of all feelings, it made you blush.

Never breaking away from him – for it felt like you never could, one of your hands travelled forth on its own, and you heard Jisung gasp when you bit his lip at the same time as you gave his length a stroke.

Jisung pulled away and looked at you with shadowed eyes, and breath heavy. And you felt your walls clench around nothing.

“Do you have a condom?” You spoke.

And Jisung wasted no time before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, and taking out the condom before discarding the wallet onto the counter.

He watched you as you unbuckled his belt and lowered yourself onto the floor.

Jisung was big.

The initial shock wore off as he caressed your hair, setting your skin on fire, before holding all the hair back so you had none in your way.

You’d had guys acting like this all the time, but Jisung was driving you haywire for some reason.

He was hard already, standing bigger than anything you thought your already sensitive core could take at the time but you couldn’t help but give him a couple of strokes, meeting his eyes every now and then, before taking the length into your mouth, and sucking.

Jisung took  sharp breath, his grip on your hair tightening.

You continued to work your mouth in ways you knew would drive him crazy, and his groans and sighs felt like music to your ears.

Saving yourself from getting carried away, you pulled away and stood up. And thankfully, Jisung needed no instructions, for he grabbed your waist and slip you onto the counter top before pulling your panties off and discarding them.

He rolled the condom on, lined his cock up against your entrance, and with a singular nod from you, he rammed into you, making you grab onto him and scream.

Oh my god! It was absolutely outrageous how amazing Jisung felt.

“Aaah–” Your screams came out in broken moans with every thrust as you felt yourself get consumed by pleasure in lieu of sanity.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes! Jisung– Aah! Please don’t s-stop!”

“Of course, baby.” He spoke in a harsh voice, and bit your ear, increasing the force he was using, and you positively lost any semblance of grace you’d ever felt.

One of Jisung’s hands went behind you, and he undid the clasp your bra, before pulling your top down, and exposing your breasts to him.

He grabbed one of them, still fucking into you like an animal, and sucked onto your nipple. And your back arched as your primitive self practically took over with how loud you allowed yourself to scream as you came.

Jisung fucked you through your orgasm, the way you clenched around him triggering his own, hands desperately gripping onto the other as waves of pleasure washed over the two of you.

Both of you stayed in the same position till you caught your breath, and then looked at each other, before a smile made its way onto both of your faces.

Jisung carefully pulled away, discarding the condom, and getting to cleaning up after the two of you.

“Fuck.” You said, and grinned as you sat atop the slab.

“What?” Jisung smiled softly himself.

“I needed you to be good at this so bad.” You said, covering your face sheepishly.

And Jisung chuckled. “I’m assuming I was.”

“An understatement, if I may.”

Jisung walked over in front of you, cupped your face with one of his hands, and kissed you.

Your eyes fell shut, and a familiar feeling returned.

Jisung kissed your jaw, and then neck one more time before pulling away.

“Should I be looking forward to getting used to this?” He smiled.

And you felt the sinking feeling deepen till it clutched your brain.

You shook your head, plopping yourself up on the floor with your hands.

“It was a one-time thing, Ji.”

Jisung looked like a mix of puzzled and disappointed. Rightfully so.

“I have someone I love.”

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[lilgaeguli]

[ pairing ] seonghwa!top × yeosang!sub

[ sinopsis ] a simple wedding ring wouldn't be enough to stop Seonghwa from forgetting Yeosang

[ wc ] 3,4k

[ genre ] ancient boys love / no plot just pure smut

[ warning ] degradation, humiliation, kinda of bondage, manhandling, edging, a bit of oral (?), rough sex, subspace, seonghwa is a mean dom, yeosang a being a bit bratty, dacryphilia, and I may have forgotten something

[ song reccomendation ] streets — Doja Cat & eyes don't lie — Isabel LaRosa

[ n/a ] It's an old and rewritten work. It's inspired by Painter of the Night. I apologize if something sounded heavy/too mean

[ ! ] everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artists mentioned.

Sinuous curves were being projected on the wall, the shadow dancing slowly, grabbing the full attention of its sole spectator who was blowing opium smoke. It was pure pleasure for young Master Kang, to have his Lord's eyes glazed over him, always escaping an amused chuckle. He couldn't ask for more.

一 You look happy tonight, could I know why?  — Seonghwa asked, putting his smoke aside.

Kang continued with his smooth and confident movements, he had so much to say, but he didn't need to use words, he knew Seonghwa would understand him. He had been losing nights accompanied only by his thoughts, as if in a breath he would burst into tears, but when he was there, just in silence next to Park, he felt his fear go away, it was bittersweet and dangerous, having his heart in his hands, risking himself for him, but he couldn't ignore the frequency he thought about them.

The atmosphere was so calm, the sound of running water accompanied by the slow sound of a stringed instrument filled his ears, each note seemed to be directed at Yeosang's elegant dance. The fabric of his loose robes dragged slightly on the floor, making him seem to float slowly between silent barefoot steps.

一 Have you noticed how every night we are together you ask me the same thing, and I always give the same answer, my lord? 一 The younger asked, shivering as he felt the other's thin fingers caressing his exposed shoulders  一 You know how I like your presence and everything that surrounds us, because that way I forget what is out there.

No matter how many times he heard that, for Seonghwa it always had different tones, not only that, until now he had not found an answer to such a simple phrase, but impulsive actions.

一 I don't want anything to change, but it doesn't just depend on me. All I have left is to wait for you 一 Park's soft speech became heavy and that was what Kang wanted least, after all, they had some time to enjoy before... well.

He turned to Hwa, taking a breath holding his clothes, his slightly melancholic expression turned into a sarcastic smile, never showing what was inside him.

一 Let's forget about it, our minds are full, I don't want to overflow with confusion, besides...

Park's speech was interrupted by a heated kiss, that conversation shouldn't go on, all of this had already been discussed, every word spoken by Seonghwa had already been absorbed by Yeosang, it was better to ignore it than to let more intrigue bubble between the two, what his words didn't clarify, their bodies expressed. Whenever their lips met, they could feel an enormous heat inside them, that didn't need to be repressed and couldn't be. That act without any harmony was slowly becoming more synchronised, Park sucked his thin lips, smiling every time he pulled back and the younger man sought his mouth again. Their bodies collided more abruptly, his large hands encircled Yeosang's neck, who grunted with each bite he received. He trembled when felt the icy fingers enter his clothes and reach his nipples, which were hard due to the excitement and the cold weather. 

He loved how his senses were put to play. Park slowly lowered his kisses, he could feel his uneven breathing, grabbed his shoulder tightly after feeling the other's tongue in his ear, making him shiver. Exploring the body and limits of the little boy was complete fun for Seonghwa, his hands snaked around his waist and hips, reaching his round ass and squeezing it. Yeoseong, who had been acting very well until then, rubbed his knee between the older man's legs, feeling how hard he was.

 — See how we managed to understand each other? I'd rather you punish me for not obeying you than when we disagree — Yeosang teased, reaching for Park's ear — The first option is always done with purpose.

Seonghwa laughed breathlessly against the other's skin, remembering all the times he had Kang on his knees in front of him, begging for his kindness after their games.

— You're right. So, that we have some things to resolve — The harsh tone made it clear how spiteful Park was, or how he would never let an opportunity to take advantage of Kang's fragile body pass by.

— Do it, my lord.

He grabbed the younger man's full thighs, having him on his lap, and pushed him to a not very high piece of furniture. Yeo didn't miss the opportunity to rub himself on his member, impatience was consuming him, and Seonghwa knew it. He positioned Yeosang sitting on the wooden piece of furniture, undoing the ties of his hanbok¹, gradually getting rid of the pieces of refined fabric. Park knelt down, the perfect height to begin his torture, the little boy's messy face and shaking hands were a perfect sight, anxiety was overwhelming him.

Park was never one for mercy, he would certainly take advantage of this night to expose how he felt about Yeosang's decisions, ignoring his own actions. The little boy brought one of his hands to his forgotten member in the hope that Park wouldn't see, to no avail, the immediate slap he received on his hand made him even more needy.

— Take your time, Yeosang. I'll do whatever you want, after I get my share — he said, placing his hands on his thin waist — I put up with you acting like a bratty child, always giving you everything you wanted, that must be why you took this attitude towards me.

Their voices stopped for a moment, letting the distant sound of Kayagum² predominate. Yeosang's heartbeat was so fast that he thought it could be heard from any distance, he grumbled irritably when he felt his belly tighten.

Seonghwa carelessly removed the cotton baji³, seeing the cock shining due to pre-cum, he ran his tongue over the boy's entrance and perineum, reaching the length of his member. Slow and steady movements in the moist slit made Yeosang shudder in embarrassment, it made it seem like they had never done anything like this before. Seonghwa's black feline eyes were devoted to the little boy's reactions, watching his limits, after all, he didn't want to end here. In a spasm, Kang mentioned closing his legs, Park stopped him by moving them further apart, having the inexplicable vision of the boy with red cheeks, messy and open for him, and only for him. When his member was grabbed fiercely he sucked in air between his teeth anxiously, he wanted so much to have Hwa fill him completely, to experience his heat, wanting to prolong that for hours, but he would have to be obedient and wait, but seonghwa couldn't make this easy,

— Lord! Please... 

Park didn't care about the protest, he just snapped up his member, letting some of his own saliva drip onto his hands. Kang bit his own index finger to censor his own soft moans, but every now and then he let one out, pleasing Seonghwa's attentive ears. He was so close, so close to giving heaven to his little boy, but he wanted to take it in another direction, even though he really wanted to see Yeosang's tired expression of pleasure. He stood up, leaving the boy lost and deeply frustrated, stroking his own penis. Park composed himself, getting rid of his jacket, exposing his sweaty chest with delicate lines of definition, however, what caught Yeosang's attention the most was what Seonghwa picked up. A thin piece of bamboo. The older man approached, inserting his fingertips into the hairs on the back of the boy's neck, bringing his face closer, mentioning kissing him, but then he stepped back. He pulled the satin ribbon that held the dark brown strands together, moving away again.

 — Think it'll be worth it — he whispered, giving Yeosang a simple kiss on his forehead, trying to reassure him of what was to come.

With the blue ribbon, he tied a tight knot around the boy's cock, giving it a delaying effect. The feeling wasn't bad, quite the opposite, but it didn't negate how much he wanted to cum.

— Young Master Kang, you're so perfect... — He smoothed his white thighs with the bamboo, controlling his own erection.

— Do what you want so much, you don't have to worry about me — he hurried, smiling with difficulty. Those words sounded melodious, however, Seonghwa knew that Yeosang preferred to satisfy him than to care for his own safety. It was a problem many times.

Hwa let out air from his nostrils, preventing his body from taking control instead of his mind. The sound of the rod echoing four times against the milky skin, immediately taking on a reddish colour. Yeosang flinched at the sudden action, his skin burning and then received an immeasurable feeling of relaxation, it was so good. Three more times he felt the rod hit his skin, marking both thighs, this time making him complain with sealed lips. He immediately brought his hands to the marked area to relieve the pain when he was stopped. Park grabbed his hair, pulling him away as if pulling his reins. 

— Don't touch unless I allow it, don't you understand? Stupid — Poor Yeosang, hard, angry and immobile — Just hold on a little longer.

 Kang nodded silently as a single tear ran down his cheek. Hwa took a strange deep breath, as if he were actually letting go of something that weighed heavily on him, but rationally he took care of the little boy. Without saying a word, he stared at the white thighs that contrasted with crimson marks before damaging them even more with the bamboo. The boy burst into a soft cry as the cum ran down between his thighs, dirtying the furniture he was sitting on. Seonghwa smiled proudly, delighting in Kang's confused expression.

— My angel, it's over — he wrapped his arms around his tired body, caressing the entire length of his back  — How do you feel?

The young master's sobs were so cute, he mumbled disjointed things, wiping his tears clumsily.

– Take it off me, my lord. I need you now — He begged, grabbing the older man's torso, digging his short nails into his back.

Those words made a dense fog blind Seonghwa, his little boy begging for him, so vulnerable. However, he wouldn't give in so easily, he knew he could endure much more, and he would put that to the test. He slowly denied it, moistening his lips. He held yeosang's member that slid easily into his hand, massaging the glans with his thumb, noticing his restlessness. Excited after feeling pain, Kang Yeosang was so dirty.

The little boy wanted to scream, that insignificant ribbon became a great nuisance, but any protest was repressed with a strong grip on the sensitive member. Park sped up his movements even more, and with his free hand he snaked his bare chest, causing a damn chill in Kang's stomach, and in a few seconds the warm liquid ran between his fingers, earning an embarrassed look. There was no way to wait any longer.

Urgently, he hugged the defeated body, pressing it closer to his own. He didn't complain about the strong scratches he received, the aspiring masochist was grateful. He leaned Yeosang's body, resting one hand on the wall behind him. He could no longer ignore how much he also wanted to feel him, so warm and tight, so he did it without hesitation. He got rid of the remaining piece of clothing and invaded him, eliciting a muffled scream. He began light movements with his hips, trying not to hurt him.

— Lord Seonghwa, wait a second! — he sighed heavily, pushing him away in a failed attempt — I just came…

Once again he was ignored, he hid his own face in Park's shoulders as a certain desperation took over his mind. For Seonghwa, when their bodies connected, it was as if nothing else mattered other than their pleasure, each being the other's place of peace.

— I just want you to scream my name out loud, there's no one to hear us — He asked, nibbling on the other's earlobe, who agreed to the condition.

He gave just a few sharp thrusts, waiting for him to get used to it, and only then did he continue more arduously, going deeper. He panted loudly, wanting Kang more and more, his insides welcoming him so deliciously as that wet and obscene sound filled the room with the predominant heat.

— Lord... Lord Park — he called, changing the volume of his voice between slow moans — Seonghwa!

He shouted before giving a painful bite to the older man's shoulder, who stopped thrusting for a moment, leaning on the boy. For a second, Yeo thought he had lost control, he feared Park's reaction.

— I like it when you do that — He laughed contentedly, pulling out of him, leaving his little hole contracting around nothing.

He started kissing the Yeosang's jaw, slowly going down, chin, neck, collarbone to his nipples where he gave them shameless sucks. Yeosang felt so immersed, the tiredness became more exciting for both of them. His member returning to hardness needed attention, but he was so focused on Seonghwa's soft lips on his chest that he ignored the tension forming in his belly. Park followed with slower movements of his tongue while he also masturbated, testing his own patience. It was worth seeing Yeosang, irritated, finding his own way to "get his attention".

— Seonghwa, you're playing dirty! — he complained irritably, deciding that he would also irritate him, that he would make him wait.

Kang pushed his lord away with a weak hand, wanting to make him stop playing, however, he should know that he is not the one who makes the rules. Seonghwa grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. Kang's eyes widened in fright, receiving a disapproving look.

— I know I am, you prefer it this way, you don't have to deny it — he whispered between clenched teeth — taking the pain and displaying your grudge. So innocent.

Yeosang laughed knowingly, neither of them were pure.

— Innocence? It's just that you ripped it out of me — calmly, he stared deeply into the other's glassy black eyes —  known as a demon, the one who commits sodomy even in broad daylight, never caring about who's around — he said those words without any regret.

— I know, you helped me spread those rumours, have you forgotten? — He smiled wickedly over his full lips, biting them and pulling them slowly.

He felt the pre-cum smear his fingers, unable to wait any longer, he wanted to sink into Yeosang. He attacked his lips again, leaving his own wet member rubbing against the little hole. Park wanted so much to enjoy that moment, among so many others, this one seemed more intense, more unreal for several reasons. Without hesitation, he entered Kang again, who was anxious for that, he needed to have his lord coming undone inside him.

— Yeosang... — the velvety voice was so exciting, so close to his ear amidst drawn-out moans.

His arms began to tingle, he tried to move them a little to relieve it but it was impossible. Seonghwa, noticing the discomfort, picked him up carefully. He laid his numb body on the mat, pushing away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Kang amidst the pleasurable chaos that was happening caressed Seonghwa's face and started a deep kiss, pulling the loose strands of his messy bun and closing his eyes tightly again, numb, listening to the hoarse moans and feeling his thighs still pinching.

The thrusts became rougher, his peak was so close, he felt that euphoria take over him, he shivered, staring into the black eyes. Park grabbed the boy's left thigh, lifting it up. Yeosang's flexibility was so admirable. The grip was immediate due to the quick action, causing a little pain for both of them, but that doesn't mean it wasn't pleasurable. He held his cheeks cursing, that irritated expression on Park's face was so erotic to Yeosang.

— I'm going to end up hurting you, Yeosang — the name mentioned between the strong breaths made Kang freeze, that adrenaline was probing him.

He received only a muffled laugh in response, he thought he could make Park wait. He was so wrong. He held Kang's body, changing their positions, letting him on top, Yeosang didn't even have time to understand what had just happened. Slow movements with his hips delayed his orgasm, not just his, so if Kang wanted to cum too, he would have to work a little.

— Are you tired? Come on, we're almost there — He held the well-defined waist with both hands.

Yeosang felt like a complete fool, he hated how Park always got everything he wanted from him. He swallowed his own anger because, at the moment, all he cared about was getting some pleasure using the other's body. Leaning on his knees, which had been hurt from so many times, he slowly projected his body up and down, determined to make it pure entertainment for Seonghwa. He let the moans stuck in his throat come out, choking on his own breath. That position made his sweet spot be massacred in a dizzying way. He ran his hand over his own torso feeling his cold skin, playing with his own hard nipples, staring at him with teary eyes, caught up in the rhythm they were in, his hair messy, sweaty and inert. 

— My lord... he moaned weakly —  I'm going to cum — the hands that were previously surrounding his waist slid down to his hips, guiding his agile movements while the sound of their bodies colliding filled the closed room. Park's focused on the younger man's desperation, making him go harder and deeper. Yeosang let out a drawn-out moan as his cum splashed onto Seonghwa's abdomen, feeling his own inteiror being filled up, but he continued that repetitive action until his legs shook and couldn't support him. He weighed down on the older man's body, who caressed the back of his neck without saying a single word. They remembered that words were still needed to resolve the friction between them.

[...]

Wrapped in the warm water, Seonghwa hugged Yeosang tenderly, wanting to keep their bodies as close as possible. Yeosang could barely react, his swollen eyes closed and his breathing wheezing low. It was routine for him to fall asleep and Park would end up cleaning him. That was the only time he really wanted to talk, that constant agony stole his thoughts, always reminding him how unhappy he was. He didn't want to get married, especially to young master Kang's older sister, and he knew that he obviously wasn't happy about that either.

The noble lady who spent her days learning to play Kayagum was not made for him. The nobles could not ignore what Yeosang had between his legs and allow a marriage between them, even though it was clear how unhappy all parties in that love triangle were. He wanted to find a way, but he needed the support of the little one who weighed on his body, and to admit that to himself. He ran his wet hand over his thighs, still making careful signs. Yeosang reacted, not bothered, just purring. Seonghwa remained still until he felt the tips of the younger's fingers delicately playing with his strands.

 — I've never seen you with your hair down  — He mumbled, almost inaudibly, in a drunken voice. He remained silent until he felt comfortable. — My lord, whenever I think of you, my chest tightens, it gets stronger when I think of losing you. It hurts so much. Those words covered in agony were enough to convey exactly what Kang meant for Park. That also disturbed him. He adjusted his soft body over him, clearing his throat, trying to get rid of the knot that had just formed.

— I feel the same way. And if you really let me, I'd rather become the moon, and accompany you wherever you go — I have feelings for you, Kang Yeosang — He explained with a choked voice.

He felt stupid speaking after those words escaped his mouth, even more so because of the silence that hung before them. He didn't know how much that impacted the little boy who barely knew what love was. He shouldn't have heard that, it only weighed on his mind more. He couldn't bear to see Park with his sister, but the same goes for being away from him. Kang slowly managed to move away a little, staring at Seonghwa.

— My lord, I've made up my mind. I...

His statement was interrupted by the other's lips next to his. It seems they had reached a consensus. I cannot say how the story of these two lovers ended, but their love would last forever.

¹. Hanbok. Traditional Korean dress.

². Kayagum. Ancient Korean stringed instrument.

³. Baji. Type of traditional Korean pants that are part of the hanbok.

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𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You and Bada are roommates and there were moments that felt like you could be something more. Honestly, it's just a waiting game between you two now. To see who gives in and confess first.

Warning: Idk, maybe the explicit lyrics of the song or something 😭

Also, this is my first fic because I couldn't think of anything else other than my gayness for Bada whenever I hear this song 😫 Forgive me for some errors because English is not my first language ❤

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Bada came home after a stressful day and heard 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙼𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 by Doja Cat playing from the speakers and the sound of the vacuum being used. She couldn't help but smile as she entered the living room quietly and found you cleaning while singing and even dancing around to the music playing. She couldn't help but watch you as you moved around, seemingly lost in your own little world.

"Can you kiss me more? We're so young 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, we ain't got nothing to lose oh, oh.." you sang and Bada raised her eyebrow as she noticed that you changed the lyrics from boy to girl. It could only mean one thing, right? Or she's just assuming things because truth be told, Bada likes you but is too scared to admit it because she's scared that you might not like her back.

"I see you're enjoying yourself, Y/N." she finally spoke and you swore you jumped 20 feet to the air after realizing that Bada was there and has seen all the atrocities that you were doing while cleaning. You got home earlier from your modeling gig and decided to clean around, was even planning on making dinner for you and Bada. In hopes that maybe she gets a hint that you're in love with her or something and you guys could work something out before you go insane.

"Jesus! Can you not do that? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" you said while rubbing your chest a bit, trying to calm your racing heart and she only laughs, shaking her head in amusement. You paused the song and finished vacuuming before sitting down on the couch which prompted her to sit as well.

You dramatically raised your arms up for a hug before just planting your face on her lap. Her hand began playing with your hair and the both of you sat there, enjoying the silence and each other.

"Y/N, I've been meaning to tell you something. You can call me delulu or whatever but when you changed the lyrics from boy to girl earlier, it kind of hinted that maybe you're attracted to girls.." Bada broke the silence and you listened, cheeks burning. You didn't mean to do that. Well you did mean that but you did not mean to let Bada hear that. But maybe it did something good for your part because you're finally having this talk with her.

"Y-yeah.. I'm.. actually attracted to girls but not just any girl. I'm actually attracted to someone specific." you told her and sat upright so you can look at her. Her face held anticipation and fear at the same time which you found cute.

"Yeah? Can you tell me who that someone is and I tell you this someone I actually like for a long time? Just to be fair since you've been asking about it a lot." Bada asked. Her heart is pounding against her chest. She wants to know the person that you like and not at the same time. What if she's just delusional thinking that she's the one that you like but you actually like someone else? She doesn't know how to live with that if that ever happens.

"It's you.. Bada, it's you." you finally confessed and she lets out a sigh of relief before hugging you close to her chest, thanking everyone and everything that she can think of for this wonderful moment that she's living in. She can finally tell team BeBe that she's not delusional and you do really like her back.

"You have no idea how happy I am right now.. I like you— wait, I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, ever since the first time you made me some food when I got sick." she says and you smiled, remembering that time. She was so sick after a practice and you just came home from work. She's just a sad and sick burrito roll on the couch and couldn't move a lot due to fatigue. You nursed her back to full health which was like two days and got sick right after but you didn't regret it.

"If that's the case.. Can you kiss me more? We're so young, girl. We've got nothing to lose oh, oh.." you sang teasingly and she chuckled before cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips gently, just savoring the moment and the taste of your lips against hers.

[aaxolotgilyrlyaybisuvl]

Triggers/ foreword: loud, most ethnic, language, partial nudity, Video lyrics

N-dubz {papa, wouldn’t you, better not waste my time}, Ayumi Hamasaki {real me, surreal, appears, fairyland, bluebird, ourselves, microphone, november, [moon returns], sending meil, like a doll, lelio, rainbow, rule, my name’s women, is this love? Song 4 u, ladies’ night, about you, nextlevel, dearest, game, mirrorcle world, heaven, inspire, do it again, I dreamed a dream, step you, bold & delicious, unite 

Samurai Champloo shiki no uta, Origa rise, inner universe [(fatty bean)], Goldie inner city life, M-flo play it again, After School first love, Koda Kumi run, candy

Seyi Shey irawo, murda, Psquare, Flavour, Nato C, Wizkid, Justine Skye, Leona Lewis summertime, collide, I see you, Beyonce green light, formation, signs, pretty hurts, sweet dreams, single ladies, get me bodied, 7-11, ring the alarm, halo, flaws, countdown, run the world, if I were a boy, haunted, Yonce, upgrade U, diva, Lil Mix wings,The Saturdays all fired up, hero, Brooke Candy FMU, nymph, paper or plastic, happy days, rubber band stacks, study in duality

Dorian Electra egdelord, f the world, Azealia Banks chasing time, 212, Anna Wintour, big big beat, harlem shake, atm jam, miss camaraderie, fierce, atlantis, 

miss amour, count contessa, no problems, heavy metal & reflective, running, 1991, Kerli army of love, diamond hard, walking on air, feral hearts, Allie X prime, bitch, simon says, catch my breath, old habits die hard, it’s not so bad in LA, Miss A breathe,

hush hush, AoA bing bing, good luck, 4Minute crazy, CL the baddest female, Jessi gucci, nunu nana, Hyuna how’s that, bubble pop, nabillera, Gfriend fingertip, Kara step it up,//

mama mia, lion heart, Hitomi Shimatani perseus, garnet moon, papillon, Boards of Canada roygbiv, Bjork it’s in our hands, it’s oh so quiet, 

pagan poetry, where is the line, cocoon, oceania, play dead, army of me, big time sensuality, I miss you, possibly maybe, isobel, human behaviour

Mondo Grosso labyrinth, CL lifted, 2NE1 I hate you, I love you, come back home, I am the best, fire, can’t nobody, gotta be you, AoA like a cat

Hilary Duff coming clean, with love, fly, sparks, Dua Lipa we’re good, Sugarcubes birthday, Destiny’s Child survivor, lose my breath, soldier, Lily Allen smile, the fear, The Ting tings that’s not my name

The Yeah Yeahs heads will roll, The Veronicas hook me up, popular, lolita, take me on the floor, this love, Escape the sound let’s go, Lorn anvil, acid rain

Elliphant love you better, still getting younger, spoon me, (ft. MO )one more, “ lean on, kamikaze, Grimes genesis, idoru, world princess, butterfly, california, 

delete forever, scream, Mia hungrigez hertz, MIA hombre, XR2, world town, jimmy, 10 dollar, 20 dollar, Wynter Gordon (ft. FloRida )sugar, stimela, levitate, believer, Diana “ woman, thank you /

Men Without Hats safety dance, Sade soldier of love, paradise, cherish the day, moon & stars, The Third Realm dance like you wanna die, kiss of the scorpion, invitation to hell, 

forever, IAMX stardust, Sirius neon dominion, Ludovico technique dead inside, absence, deeper into you, potential, heal my scars, beyond therapy, wasting, Shiv-r devil’s night, alpha omega, Psychlon 9 parasitic, as you sleep, 

Vanessa Hudgens sneakernight, baby come back, Lionbabe fire, Jetta electrify, ABRA fruit, Kilo Kish, The Internet girl, Doja Cat streets, Vegas, beautiful, nunchucks,  Lola Munroe overtime, Exodus 23, you a jerk, Allie & AJ potential breakup song, like whoa, rush, 

Ghost little sunshine, cirice, square hammer, he is, Lana Del Rey doin time, kill kill, venice bitch, chemtrails over the country club, hit & run, video game, black beauty, high by the beach, diet mountain dew, yayo, swan song, say yes to heaven, Marina & the Diamonds immortal, teen idle, the outsider, 

fear & loathing, valley of the dolls, I’m not a robot, mowgli’s trail, handmade heaven, blue, solitaire, family jewels, hermit the frog, superstar, Mo Cheddah ko ma roll, Solange tony, losing you, cranes in the sky, 

Tinashe aquarius, bet on it, cold sweat, cold sweat, bated breath, party favours, Beach Boys good vibrations, The Pretty Reckless you, miss nothing, medicine, Kalafina magia, 

Birthday Massacre superstition, goodnight, blue, looking glass, Ayria gun song, Okilly Dokilly white wine spritzer, New Years’ Day gangsta [(Kehlani cover)], Nightclub show it to me, your addiction, Nuages dreams, Gunship dark all day, 

Nicki Minaj your love, chun-li, barbie tings, pills & potions, superbass, right thru me, Madonna jump, (ft. MIA & Nicki Minaj )give me all your luvin’, la isla bonita, Charli XCX boom clap, you (ha ha ha), 

party 4 u, 1999, (ft. Iggy Azalea )fancy, Zheani lulu, lava, Rina Sawayama xs, comme des garcons, Bassnectar future, dota, The Noisettes love power, that girl, cheap thrills, Shingai coming home 

[umflowers]

hi! uh just a warning this is fairly nsfw but i don't really know where else i can vent abt this so sorry 😅 you were just kind of the first person who came to mind for telling this bc i don't rlly wanna talk to my friends or whoever about this. anwyays. all nsfw from now on! slight mention of sa btw (sorry!)

so! today i tried to get myself off for the first time in ever, i'm pretty sure. i probably tried to like, search around in that region when i was little? because i was curious as to what's down there but not sure of the language to actually google it, but i don't think that that counts. anyway! i'm just like. ok so i tried two times today technically: in and right after i got out of the shower (maybe like 6pm est? also counting those as the same time because there was a very much negligible gap between them) and about an hour and five-ten minutes ago, bc no one was home other than me and my dog.

first time: i did NAUGHT know what i was doing, anatomy wise. specifically, according the planned parenthood diagram i looked at right right after getting out of the shower (part of the negligible gap), i was going for the urethra. oops. but thanks to the mighty power of planned parenthood, i figured it out! i tried for a little bit, just experimenting, and i'm pretty sure i was getting the hang of it! at least until i had to take my dog out bc he needed to go out. but after that, i was like, THRUMMING with excitement, because well, i was excited! after i got out of the shower, i was playing 'summer' by circadian clock and baethoven, btw. not rlly relevant, just what i had playing before i went to shower, i just felt like mentioning that.

second time: i get everything rlly prepared. i put on agora hills (the doja cat song) to try and set the mood. i lie down, and i try (now with the knowledge of where the clit is), and i STILL can't do it. not even after like, 45 minutes!!!! which is honestly just ridiculous. i get myself wet a couple times, which is nice, because it means that i'm not completely fucking up (how that's the first swear word in this i have no idea but 🤷‍♂️ we move), but it's still annoying because i kept on drying up after a certain point!!! which is just soooo annoying and i'm just. it didn't WORK is my problem. like, i tried to use spit to get it going a little, but that barely worked bc i kept on having to do it, and again, I KEPT ON LOSING THE FRICKING CLIT!!!!! is it the curse of being a boy (tboy for clarification) that's making this not work?? when i ended up a boy in a girl's body, did god just say "oh well i'll just make it impossible for you to find the clit so you can have at least one part of the boy experience" ?!?!?!?!?!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!! this might also be my punishment for not paying attention to sex ed, but in my defense i was shown porn in fourth grade because my ex bff's older sister forgot to clear her browsing history and i immediately became SUPER sex repulsed (having to lie about it to my parents, the weird shame that came with it being interesting, religion, and the fact that i'm pretty sure it was one of those stepsis/stepbro things where the guy was basically assaulting the girl did NOT help imo) and decided i would never do any of that stuff ever and thus did not need sex ed so. well that's besides the point! i think i'm just mad that i can't even get myself off. i'll admit the music kind of helped, but not really all that much, and i wasn't sure what to do with anything, and i DID try to imagine stuff but nothing actually WORKED which was really annoying and yeah. rant over. thanks!!1

hello nonnie! well first off, strange as it may sound, i'm touched that you thought of me to rant to about this bc i always hope i make people feel safe to talk about things 💜 secondly, anything i say is just my personal insights, bc i have no medical training and am def not qualified to teach sex ed :p going through everything you said, it may be a combination of things? firstly, it's great that you found some music that was helping! but if i may ask, were you trying to make everything perfect to the extent that you built up masturbating into this big thing in your head and that stressed you out about it? cuz stress and anxiety can make it hard to orgasm. if so, it's okay to be excited about trying! but maybe give yourself just a bit of a cooling off period and try to relax about giving it another try and come to just see it as a fun new thing c: masturbation can be as much about learning your body and what it and you like as it is about reaching the finish line secondly, do you happen to be neurodivergent, especially if you have adhd? i personally have a really hard time achieving orgasm (like. my husband and our [female] fwb were laughing about 'punching in for their shift' when we had a threesome bc she cums really easily, meanwhile they're like taking turns as their arms got tired trying to get me there once lol) for a variety of reasons, but one of those is in fact that i have a hard time focusing due to adhd. it's not bc i'm not enjoying myself or anything like that, but just like in all other situations in life my mind just drifts, so i've learned to kind of guide myself back and make sure i'm in the moment as a side-note to that, do you have chronic pain? often those of us who do are constantly cataloging what hurts, how badly, and why, and that can be super distracting. d'you know how many orgasms have been killed for me by my hip or calf or thigh or ass cheek or neck cramping oml x_x; so if you have chronic pain, wait for your body to be in a place where it can take some tensing muscles and you don't have to focus so hard on that

as for the anatomy, i'm glad planned parenthood once again came to the rescue! there are a lot of people who didn't get the education they deserved on their own anatomy, so that's nothing to be ashamed of <3 i used to just rub at the lips and be like 'c'monnn, do something' lol. as for losing your clit, belieeeeve me i understand. clits come in all different sizes and also swell as you get more turned on, plus if you start getting really wet that thing is like a little slip 'n' slide. one thing i found that helped was getting a hitachi wand-style vibrator, cuz the vibrating head is big, so good fuckin' luck ducking out from under that thing, clit. but also, gauge your own sensitivity bc those wands are usually pretty powerful and can be overwhelming to some people, especially when you're new to masturbating. you can start smaller, too. there are any number of sites to buy sex toys from, but the one i personally use is adam & eve (https://www.adameve.com/). try poking around on there if you like and getting a feel for what clitoral vibrators are available and what you think might work for you, if that's of interest ^^ i would definitely recommend not trying in or right after you get out of the shower - i know shower sex gets shown in movies and porn a lot, but having tried it? in practice it actually tends to dry a vagina out bc it washes away our natural lube. and also! lube! lube is your friend. even if you're not doing anything penetrative, a little dollop on the clit goes a long way to making anything you're doing feel way better. water-based lube (which a lot of lubricants are) is usually better than oil-based, and remember to never use oil-based lube with a sex toy bc it wears down the surface of the toy. as for the trauma when you were young, i'm so sorry you had to experience that :c i understand religious sexual oppression and the lingering effects it can have, as well as sexual trauma, believe me. it's possible that that's also contributing to why you couldn't orgasm, but that's also nothing to be ashamed of. it's okay to react to things, especially when you're a kid and you don't even really understand what you're experiencing. also, and you certainly don't need to tell me if you're not comfortable, but being trans, do you have any dysphoria regarding your genitals? i've known trans people across the spectrum with this, from being able to masturbate without any problem to being unable to clean up in the restroom without it affecting them mentally, and it's all valid. if you do, that of course can also affect how much you enjoy masturbating.

as for having a hard time picturing things, ooooh my god i get it. i have aphantasia, so i have a hard time picturing anything in my head, and i'm also an auralist so i'm more turned on by sound than sight, anyway. if you're unable to or uncomfortable with watching porn, you could try audio porn if it would appeal to you? there are people who just either improv or read prepared scripts, and it's only audio. you can find any number of kinks, accents, gender pairings, etc. my go-to for it is actually a subreddit called gone wild audio. all in all i'd say, wait until you know you'll have a decent amount of time to yourself so you don't have to worry about someone walking in. take the pup for a walk first if they're anywhere near due for one (and please give them a pat for me!) and just try to relax and see it as enjoyable, not something that you have to figure out or be perfect at right away. it's easier to orgasm the more you're enoying yourself, and trying to race to the finish line ends up being stressful. get some lube (i swear by astroglide, but it can be pricey and there are perfectly good cheaper options!) and, if you're able and want to, some kind of vibrator and see what that does for you, then go from there and build on your knowledge of what you enjoy (: good luck! you're always welcome to send another ask or message me if you like 💜

[victoriansummer]

Doja Cat: On Borrowed Time

Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, better known as the wildly popular artist ‘Doja Cat’, has been under fire for seemingly switching up on her fans, but more recently for expressing that she feels ‘free’ for losing over 500k followers.

On June 24, Doja Cat took to Threads, writing, “my fans don’t name themselves sh*t” followed by ‘If you call yourself a ‘Kitten’ or f*cking ‘Kittenz,’ it means to get a job and help your parents with the house’, which got people, especially fans, upset. The post sparked a back and forth with many Doja Cat fan pages and other fans; one even posted, ‘and we don’t know YOU. but we have supported you through thick and thin. Mind you, you’d be nothing if it weren’t for us…miss high school drop out.’ This back and forth continued on until Doja, along with many large fan pages, deactivated their threads accounts. After this all occurred, people hijacked this situation and dumbed it down to simply a conversation about parasocial relationships. 

The term ‘Parasocial Relationships’ are defined as ‘one-sided relationships, where one person extends emotional energy, interest and time, and the other party, the persona, is completely unaware of the other's existence'.

Honestly, It’s one thing to no longer resonate with your past work or past self. It’s totally valid to want to explore different genres and appeal to a new audience, as well as creating a new image for yourself. But there is a clear difference between what I mentioned and being rude, entitled, arrogant, and inconsistent. To express to fans so eloquently to ‘get off their phones and get a job’ is appalling. She is valid in saying ‘that she doesn’t owe [her fans] anything,’’. And that ‘she doesn’t love [her fans] because she doesn’t know them’, it just doesn’t make too much sense when she has expressed numerous times that she does love her fans and is very grateful for them, and wouldn’t even have this career, to begin with, without them. While, yes, she doesn’t know each of her fans enough to really love them, at least recognize what they have done for you. Since this drama has ensued, she has since released a song called ‘Paint the Town Red’. Listeners to the song point out the line, ‘B*tch, I said what I said. I’d rather be famous instead. I let all that get to my head,’ which seems to mock the recent situations, leading people to believe this was all a big PR stunt. It’s even more strange when in a past series of tweets that seemed to denounce the ‘mediocre pop’ she’s been known for; she comes out with that song that sounds like ‘planet her leftovers,’ as one TiK ToK listener claims. As ex-fans have stated, it’s super weird to be going on a tirade to deflect from your allegedly problematic partner, your flip-flop image on your career, and repeats of strange and overall off-putting behavior. We wish Doja Cat nothing but peace and love during this time.

[popmusic101]

Water - Tyla

30th October 2023

We have a new #1! After ten weeks in the top spot Doja Cat's 'Paint the Town Red' drops to #2, and, just in time for Halloween, a new spoooky song climbs to the top of the charts.

Wait, what's that? There's nothing spooky or Halloween-like about this song, you say? Well then why is Tyla sweating and losing her breath? And explain these lyrics:

"Tonight I'm wildin' I'ma be in a dangerous mood"

Wild! Dangerous! Sure sounds spooky to me! Oh, what's that? She's talking about sex? Well... shit. Coulda fooled me.

For real though, the song's nice and kinda gives me Aaliyah-esque R&B vibes. 'Water' has only hit #1 in NZ and Suriname so far, but it's in the top 10 in several other countries. It's the first big hit for South African singer Tyla, whose previous singles haven't managed to chart.

I think 'Water' will make people sit up and take notice of her though. Hopefully this is just the beginning and we see big things from her from here on.

Can Tyla hold onto the top spot for a second week though? There are several other songs vying for the #1 spot, including Taylor Swift, whose 'Cruel Summer' is currently lurking at #3. We'll see what happens next week. See you then!

[subnaut1ca]

I think ppl are sosososoososo soooo silly for getting mad at doja saying she hates her fans lmao

Like.... lol yall have sm time ig 😭😭

Idk like... I have no idea what's up with the drama with her boyfriend or whatever, I don't care enough about celeb drama to look it up or waste my time reading about it but if he's as bad of a guy as everyone says he is, that's definitely rough and her endorsing someone who has done smth hurtful or bad is like a bad thing, but she's an adult woman lmao, she has the brain capacity to make her own decisions. Probably more mindfully and logically than the ppl who don't know them typing on the internet...

That aside,

Ppl that say they hate her cause she called her fans out saying they're cringe, or that she hates them/doesn't love them or whatever or says they're cringe, LOL as a doja fan, I think that's some queen powerful pussy shit, like that's so funny girl😭😭 like idk how ppl are so sensitive to take that so personally, like you're telling me, you walk about your day, ahitting your pants over a GENERAL TWEET doja SENT TO TO GENERAL INTERNET saying her fans are whatever?? You're telling me, you care so much about what this person who has never met you, talked to you, or seen you said about a group of ppl??? That's like me saying I hate Cheswick the 3rd... who is Cheswick the 3rd I don't fucking know he could be somebody out there never met him, what's the impact you might ask?? Absolutely nothing, I'm talking straight outta my asshole. What I'm saying doesn't matter especially in context to cheswick. Idk it's ao wild to me that ppl walk around feeling sad that doja cat doesn't love the people she has never seen and met her, and told her she's ugly, or objectified her or whatever. Like ofc that's a group of ppl only, but I get how it can get to a person. Idk this new edgy style she's going for I think is smth she's doing for herself and smth she wants to show she can break out from what her label which she obviously hated made her make lmao ppl are so simple minded and so binary with their thinking, like im not even gonna label what the reason behind her style change is cause ppl ate complex and maybe if I keep guessing I can get to the ballpark I could get it, but I'll never really get the exact reason lol cause that's smth for her lol. Ik it's like ironic to be like meeeh why are ppl blah blah blah they have sm free time to think about mee mee mee l and I'm literally writing an essay abt it. But Idk I peeped her comments and was just kinda thinking so thought I might as well rant abt it in my diary to myself. Idk I'm not pissed off or being dojas keyboard warrior cause I think she's prolly at fault for whatever bf drama is, but when it comes for being an ass online to fans, is it proffessional?? No. Do I care??? Not really it's kinda funny. Do I think she's doing this to lose fans purposefully cause she's over being a celebrity and is still under signature??? Probably. Is she doing it for press??? Yk what they say all press is good press I guess. Was that bars I just spit??? Absolutely yes. Anyways to my main point ppl are so parasocial sit ur ass down, she never lived ur ass uhhhhhh she's not going insane prolly yall sound like mothers being like what hapoened to my sweet beautiful smiling girl 😭😭 when your daughters turns emo uhm, just like idk stop being cringe its her life you dont know what's best for her lmao you don't even know her.

Anyways... deuces

Also ps (edit)

In the song I literally linked there's a FUCKING LINE IN THE SONG THAT SAYS

Quote-> "fans ain't dumb, but extremists are"

Lol stew on that a little yall then rethink yourself

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

My fear for every comeback of 2021: Is it going to be “retro”?

[lomlhwa]

pose for me (j.wy)

pairing: boudoir photographer!wooyoung x model!reader

preview: you take a job as a model for a world renowned photographer. obviously, your boudoir photo shoot wasn't supposed to escalate to a sex tape.

tags/warnings: fem reader, boudoir photography, sex tape filming, big dick!wooyoung, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), breast play, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, marking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: all filming and photography is CONSENTED explicity, multiple times.

wc: 1.6k

song recs for this fic: desire by ateez, tail by sunmi, no manners by superm, cyber sex by doja cat

a/n: the header is actually what inspired the whole plot of this fic. don't ask why i chose woo for this one either. bro just gave the right vibes ig. enjoy photographer wooyoung

this is it. unit 6 of the apartment building the photographer’s manager had directed you to.

this is actually pretty surreal to you. you’re meeting up with world renowned photographer, jung wooyoung. he’s known for photographing celebrities but he hasn’t done that in quite some time.

he’s shifted his expertise to boudoir photography for up and coming models. you just so happen to be one of those models. 

but, you’re not really here to make a name for yourself in the modeling industry. you’re really here to just meet wooyoung. you’ve heard… things from other models in your company. things about how their sessions escalated to technically unprofessional events.

now, of course you’re not here to try and lose your career. but you want some proof towards the rumors of wooyoung’s skills. 

and size. 

you knock on the door. four times. you hear some shuffling behind the door before a beautiful man opens the door. the wind is almost knocked out of you when he opens the door.

“y/n?” you nod, holding out your hand for a handshake. “you must be mr. jung” you smile. “please, call me wooyoung. this is only a mildly professional environment” he steps out of the way, ushering you into his apartment. 

you move to take your red heels off but wooyoung placed his hand on your shoulder. “i think those heels will suit a set of lingerie i have” he says, his voice sounding silky smoothing. he sounds like honey in your head. you nod, leaving your heels on. 

you shimmy your coat off and put it on a hanger. he hands you a lacy, shimmery set of red lingerie. he was right, your heels do suit this set. “you can go put it on in the room down the hall. that’s my make-shift dressing room for models.”

you walk down the hall and walk into the room. you close the door behind you and make sure to lock it. yes, you’re partially here to get laid but you’d like to be consensually naked in front of him rather than because you’re being watched.

you finish putting on the lingerie and examine yourself in the mirror. you look good. you look… fuckable. you put on some light red makeup and some red glittery gloss. you pout your lips in the mirror. kissable. 

you put on the fluffy white bathrobe left in the room for you to wear until the shoot officially starts. you walk back out to the main room to see wooyoung setting up a pink backdrop and adjusting the props. the props include; broken up angel wings to make you look like a fallen angel, a halo painted black, and a mattress that’s been cut into and parts have been splashed with black and red paint. clearly, he planned a whole concept for you. you appreciate this aspect of his work. 

“oh, you’re ready?” wooyoung says, finally noticing your presence in the room.  you nod, sudden nerves hitting you. “the set fits perfectly” you smile. “i followed the exact measurements you sent me. i would hope it fit” he laughs lightheartedly. 

you walk further into the room, walking over to the section of the room with the backdrop. you examine the props that he prepared for you. they’re quite interesting to look at. they really suit everything you’re already wearing. 

“are you ready to get on with the shoot, y/n?” his voice breaks the silence so suddenly that you jump a little. “yes, i’m ready” you remove your robe and stand in front of the ripped up mattress.

“how do you want me first?” you break his longing gaze on your body. “on your stomach, head in your hands, legs up behind you” he explains. getting into seductive positioning immediately was expected. 

you get into the requested position and try to get comfortable. he places the painted halo on your head, adjusting it to be slightly crooked. he hesitated for a moment before running his thumb over your bottom lip. he smudges your red gloss over your chin, making it look like you’d been kissed a whole bunch. 

“that’s better” he says, his voice low and almost seductive. you smile at him. you hope you look good. good enough to fuck. 

he walks away from you, getting behind his camera. he adjusts it a few times before seeming satisfied with its position. he clicks a few photos before groaning. are you doing something wrong? 

“you don’t look, fallen angel-ish enough” he says, sliding his fingers through his hair. he sighs, contemplating what to do to fix what he finds to be lacking. he stands there, looking at you and thinking. you almost wish you could read his mind. what is he thinking right now? “get up” he says. you roll off the mattress and get up onto your feet. “is something wrong? what’s-” he cuts you off with his lips on yours. his tongue darts out, almost like he’s trying to get a taste of your cherry red gloss. if he could, he would probably be eating your lips. 

“i know what’s missing” you whisper into his lips. you slide your hands down his body, ending up on your knees. you fumble with his belt buckle for a moment before getting undone. you slide it out of the loops in his pants and place it on the floor. you undo the button on his dress pants and slide them along with his underwear down to mid-thigh. his cock is… big, to say the least. the rumors about this part are true. 

he rushes to grab his camera. he turns it on the recording setting. “mind if i film our little encounter?” he asks. you shake your head. “i don’t mind at all” you smile sheepishly at him. 

you take him into your hand, stroking him softly. you look up at him with big doe eyes. your messy lips and big eyes almost made him cum on the spot. he bites his lip as your hand speeds up its motions. he throws his head back, his own hand coming to rest on the back of your head. 

you stick your tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on his tip. you take his tip into your mouth entirely, swirling your tongue around it. you take your hands of and nudge your head down his length further. he takes this opportunity to fuck your mouth. 

saliva builds up in your mouth with every pass of his cock in your throat. you can’t even take all of it in your mouth, even with the tip passing your uvula. you cough around his length, more saliva spilling out of your mouth. a puddle is gathering on the floor between your knees. 

he holds your head steady as his seed spills into your throat suddenly. you gag, the saltiness overtaking your tastebuds. you remove your mouth from his half-hard length, swallowing his seed. you wipe your mouth, the gloss staining your hand.

wooyoung helps you off your numb knees, holding your hand up to his mouth. he licks the gloss remnants off the back of your hand. he adjusts the recording camera to face the mattress. he then connects his lips to yours, nibbling on your lips. he backs you up towards the battered mattress. he helps you lower yourself onto the mattress. 

he removes your bright red panties and throws them across the room. he settles himself between your legs. he doesn’t intend to enter you just yet. he has a fascination with your breasts. he has since you took your robe off. he wants to touch them.

“arch your back” you do as told and he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. he does it with one hand. impressive. he discards your bra with your panties. wooyoung trails his hands over your hardened nipples. he tweaks one of them, a whine leaving your mouth. he alternates between each of your breasts. poking, prodding, tweaking. 

he leans down to connect his mouth with the plush skin. he leaves dark blue and red marks all over your bare skin. the hairs all over your body stand on edge as he does this. your hands tangle in his black locks, tugging just barely.

when he finally disconnects from your bitten chest, a trail of saliva leaves you connected. the sight makes you clench around nothing.

he readjusts himself between your legs. he palms himself before aligning with your hole. he looks at you with a sweetness in his eyes as he sheathes himself in you. his mouth hangs open in a small ‘o’ shape. you arch your back, the movement causing slight twitches throughout your body. 

he slams into you harshly. your entire body jolts with each movement. your own mouth hangs open, gasping moans coming out of it. fast, panting breaths cause your chest to rise and fall rapidly. 

‘woo- ah, wooyoung please” you wrap your legs around his waist and try and get him as close to you as possible. your back twitches, alternating between being flat and being fully arched. your nails dig into wooyoung’s forearm. 

“cumming, fuck, woo gimme cum” you beg. you pout your lips, licking over your lips. your swollen, fucked out state sends him over the edge. he groans your name, spilling himself intp you. you cum along with him, a loud cry of his name escaping your own mouth. 

he gets up off of you, pulling his underwear and pants back up his legs. he hands you your bra, which you quickly put back on. he stops the recording and picks his camera up off the tripod. he positions the halo back onto your head and snaps a photo of you, all covered in makeup and sweat.

“perfect shot.” 

© lomlhwa 2023

[sandsorghum]

JK Characters Reacting to Starboi3 feat. Doja Cat's Song "Dick" [Crack/Smutty Humour]

^In case you've been dwelling under a boulder and haven't heard it

Today we have: Geto, Yuji, Gojo, Maki, Nanami, Megumi

"Come hear, there's this new song I think you'll like!"

Reaction within the first 60s

"This is very bass forward, isn't it...and forward forward."

After listening through

So, ya offerin'? *smirks*

Play it again?

Not really his thing, but you'll observe him tapping his foot to it if it ever comes on the radio (what kind of public broadcast service are you listening to that would play this, Geto??)

Reaction within the first 60s

Is slightly startled and flustered by the explicit nature of it, but gets into the beat, bobbing his head to the rhythm

After listening through

"I like it! Um, I mean the tune mainly!"

Play it again?

He would, but only with headphones in!

Reaction within the first 60s

"Aww shit this my jam! Y/n you're just discovering this? Where have you been!" (He's already heard it before, including a bass boosted one hour loop version)

After listening through

He literally has it all memorized and keeps yelling out "Dick!" with increasing volume and aggression to make you embarrassed in public. But when you just one-up him and shout"R.I.P THAT PUSSY!" louder he laughs and chants the rest of the song with you, earning you two many affronted stares from strangers.

Play it again?

Nabbed your phone and changed his contact to Goja Cat and customised the ringtone to his own terribly rapped version of it. You've never picked up his call so fast, the first time it happened you yelled "SATORU YOU BITCH YOU HAVE NO FLOW." You didn't know you were on speaker. Or that he was in a meeting with Principal Yaga and Gakuganji.

Reaction within the first 60s

Makes a face after the first "Dick!" and her stare at you gets increasingly judgmental with every subsequent one.

After listening through

"I'll admit it's catchy, but I thought you had better taste in music than this y/n."

Play it again?

Secretly has it on her Spotify Work Out mix, but made that playlist private so you don't find out!

Reaction within the first 60s

You see his brows twitch after the first word, but his expression becomes increasingly passive as the song goes on (or it strives to be, at least. You can tell what he's really thinking. It's probably Disdain) Loses the tiniest, tiniest soupçon of respect for you.

After listening through

"Y/n, is this really your type of music?"

"Yea, sometimes!" You flash a grin at him.

"...I see."

"She's a great artiste isn't she?" Nanami clears his throat, taking a moment to carefully contemplate the construction of his response. When he next speaks, it's in the most neutral tone you've ever heard from him (which is saying something, for Nanami.)

"I would have to experience the rest of Ms...Doja Cat was it? Ms Doja's oeuvre before making an assessment on that."

You giggle straight in Nanami's face, "Kento, you can just say you're judging me, y'know."

"I never would, on such a superficial basis," he says firmly, but there's something about the way the corner of his mouth is set that makes you laugh harder.

Play it again?

N e v e r.

Not if Nanami has an option anyway - but maybe he'll learn some fresh appreciation for it.You're blasting it in his kitchen one night when he told you he'd be back late so the house would feel less empty. You don't hear him unlock the front door, or his hurried footsteps as he pads over to tell you to turn it down for crying out loud, what if the neighbours hear? But then he's halted in his tracks at the entrance, mesmerised by the sway of your hips as you groove to the beat, elbows flecked with suds as you do the dishes, completely oblivious.

And hey, if he discovers this newfound appreciation for the song while you just so happened to be wearing your snuggest pair of booty shorts, well that's simply a coincidence, right?

You're only alerted to his presence midway through belting Doja Cat's verse when you're started by a strangled, swallowed sound he made. Whipping around, your face is already scarlet before you register Nanami's smirk, or how he's sauntering over to you with slow, deliberate steps. He pins you first with his gaze, then his hands, caging you in with your hips pressed against the sink, while he rubs small circles against your skin, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of those skimpy shorts.

Before you can sputter an excuse or apology, Nanami grips your chin between thumb and forefinger and mutters the most unexpected command ever: "Alexa, play Freak by Doja Cat." So, Nanami had gotten around to the rest of her repertoire after all

Reaction within the first 60s

Stiffens after hearing the first word, looking puzzled. He must have misheard - did the singer really just say - oh, they did, yep. And now they were repeating it...a lot. You can't help the grin as you watch the tips of Megumi's ears tinge pink, just as you'd predicted (or hoped). He doesn't even finish the song and tugs out the earbuds before the second chorus, but you insist and force him to listen to the rest of it, much to Megumi's chagrin.

After listening through

"Y/n, why did you think I would enjoy this song?" "Eh? What do you mean? You're a red-blooded guy who's sexually active-" "Y/n! L-let's listen to something else, please."

Play it again?

I-it's not his fault, he swears. It just keeps appearing in his Tiktok feed and now it's stuck in his head. And only cause Nobara keeps sending him those dumb videos so his algorithm's messed up ok?It's not like he would include it in any of his playlists...right?

[Sexual themes beneath the cut]

The two of you are having a heavier than normal make out session in his dorm, Megumi's top already ridden up more than halfway above his abs. Your hand drifts over the denim of his tightened jeans, searching for the zipper and Megumi bucks reflexively into the warmth of your palm, earning you a breathy moan. Between your combined pants and the rustle of his sheets, you can barely pick up anything coming over the speakers from the Let's Make This Night Last Forever Spotify mix that you curated together.

But then you hear a very distinct, familiar electronic twang and drum beat, followed by the singer shouting well, the thing your fingers had been questing for. It's obvious Megumi recognises it too by how he freezes up and absolutely refuses to meet your quizzical gaze.

"I didn't put this on the playlist," you giggle.

"I-I didn't add it either!" Megumi mutters, a shade too defensively.

"Hmm, you sure?" You hum, your hand resuming its original intentions.

Megumi groans, stuttering. "I s-swear, I don't remember..."

You apply a little more pressure to what was conveniently the subject of the song, massaging Megumi through the material of his clothes. "So which is it, darling," you purr, "You added it, and forgot you did?"

"N-nngh, y/n, baby - it's embarrassing, let's just ch-change it-"

"Not a chance," you smirk, pulling your prize out of your boyfriend's pants. You slither to your knees and elbows; time to find out what all the fuss and inspiration behind this song was about.

"Hey 'Gumi," you whisper sweetly, glancing up at him from where your head is nestled between his thighs.

"Y-yeah?" he answers shakily, you feel the tremors in his fingers as they card through your hair, gathering it in a loose ponytail.

"About those Tiktoks which use this song...you're familiar with that one challenge, right?"

The full flush racing down Megumi's neck (and much lower, as you'll later discover) tells you everything you need to know. But it's really the way his eyes darken and smolder, together with the fist tightening against your scalp, that indicates Megumi's more than game to nail you this challenge.

[aetherblooms]

Ivette for the OC Music Prompts?

YVETTE MINE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

backstory: wanderer's lullaby by adriana figueroa. despite suffering and strife, they choose to love all the little wonders of the world, they choose to go out and do good. they're an adventurer at heart. (im imagining the pale tree singing this about them. im normal about it)

personality: take me to war - the crane wives. they've always been a firecracker, picking fights they probably shouldn't - even if they have good reason to.

angst: hard sell by the crane wives (YES again. what about it.) as a sapling they really struggled to make themselves a better person, to not lose themselves to rage and bitterness. some days, they're still fighting it.

comfort: community gardens by the scary jokes. i just think it sounds cute.

love life: unraveling by the crane wives (im SORRY their songs are all BANGERS leave me alone) and i need a woman to love by kesha. they fall in love often and easily, but it rarely works in their favor..... yet despite the heartbreak they still crave it.

fight scene: i may fall by jeff williams and raise hell by dorothy. songs to kick ass to!! <3 bonus boss fight music (: fallen angel by masayoshi soken.

thirst trap: say so by doja cat. everyone shut UP its perfect for them.

[imarvelatthesight]

Spar

A/N: I’m trying to branch out to more Marvel characters :) let me know if I should start adding a fic summary

Summary: Reader fights Thor on Saakar.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Avenger!Reader

Pronouns Used: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Recommended Song: Tia Tamera by Doja Cat ft. Rico Nasty

Word Count: 1,578

Warnings: fighting, one mention of blood, reader has super strength and partial magical abilities, mention of alcohol, swearing, it’s kinda sad in places

   The day you had been brought to Sakaar had been possibly the worst day of your life. And that was truly saying something. Being in a relationship with a god-- never mind the fact that he was also an Avenger-- was a trick in itself. Trying to have a good relationship with his adopted brother? Well, that’s how you ended up in this mess. Get caught snooping around his room once and suddenly you’re on a different planet.

Your clothes were uncomfortably tight and the decorative paint on your face had you dying to itch it. Every week for the past two years you’d suffered this same treatment. Though, the fact that you had survived your rounds in the pit meant you were treated more well-off than others. A nice room, any alcoholic drink you could wish for (but because you were from Earth, more than a couple of sips would have you off your ass in moments). Even with all of your so-called luxuries, you felt empty. Why had no one come to rescue you? Did the Avengers even notice you were gone?

The door opening in front of you interrupted your thoughts. There was no time to think about anything else other than trying to survive. The roar of the crowd above you had your ears nearly ringing. “My champion!” You heard The Grandmaster announce. You burst out into the area, the crowd seemingly getting even louder. Before you had time to revel in the applause, one of the few advantages of your predicament, your eyes settled on your opponent. “Oh shit.”

“Yes!” The god of thunder boomed, excitement covering his face. Silence befell the crowd. Your features softened for a moment, happy to see your lover. You knew, however, you would not be able to express it. If you showed any fondness for each other it would surely compromise your life. “They’re my lover!” He threw his hand in the air, swinging his weapon up with it. “This is great, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you- Loki’s alive. Loki!” 

Your eyes snapped up to the god of mischief. You scowled. You could faintly see him gulp and mouth something. “Thor.” You turned back to him, leaning forward slightly. “If we don’t fight, they’ll kill us both.” 

“Nonsense, come with me and we’ll go-” Thor’s words were cut off by you grabbing him and flinging him away from you. His body slid through the dirt, a pained groan leaving him. The stands erupted with joy at the battle beginning. Thor jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. “Love, this is embarrassing! I told them we’re lovers!”

His words made you hesitate. You didn’t want to hurt Thor. But you couldn’t risk both of you dying. Someone would figure something out. Hopefully. You raised your hand and Thor’s weapon flew out of his grip, finding it’s home in your palm. The mace was in your hand for a fraction of a second before you flung it back at your partner.  Your eyes clamped shut, not wishing to see if it struck him. After a few seconds you opened them and watched as Thor caught the mace and swung it back in your direction. Quickly, you raised your hands in an attempt to catch it again, but the tip of the mace nicked your cheek. You dropped the weapon, your thumb sliding over the wound to collect the blood from it. 

Your feet carried your body with agility as you leapt through the air. Thor threw a swift punch to your abdomen, throwing your frame into the wall where it dented from the force you landed with. Fuck, that hurt. A collective gasp filled the arena. 

The sound of quick footprints coming closer caused you to groan and assume a pleading position with your hand outstretched in front of your face. “Y/N, sweetheart?” You lifted your head, watching as Thor crouched to your level and extended a hand to you. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you anymore. No one will.” The god of thunder cooed. Timidly, you reached out to him. “There you go, c’mere darling.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug, practically purring.

You melted into the contact. You were home. Anywhere with Thor was home. But part of you couldn’t resist looking up to where The Grandmaster sat. A frown soured his expression, Loki bouncing his leg at the opposite end of the couch. “Shit.” You whispered, though your Asgardian boyfriend didn’t notice as he placed a tender kiss to your forehead. The crowd was growing restless. Reluctantly, you pulled out of his hold. You grabbed his biceps, mentally admiring the way the muscle rippled under your touch, and lifted him in the air--using both your strength and your magic to assist-- before slamming him into the ground again. 

Your fists found purchase on his face, tears filling your eyes and a scream tearing through your throat. To the crowd, it was a war cry. To you, a plea of mercy to whatever higher being was listening, and a shriek of forgiveness from Thor. The god laid there, your punches landing blow after blow on his cheeks. Within moments, his body and eyes flowed with electricity, and he returned your action, the lightning launching your body into the air and backwards, where your head made contact with the loose dirt. 

Both astonishment and horror ebbed through you at the sight of Thor, covered in lightning, walking in your direction with purpose. You thought to do the same move you’d tried previously and leap at him. Only this time, he copied your movement and delivered an uppercut to your jaw. The sonic boom that erupted from Thor’s fist had your ears feel as if they were bleeding. Luckily, you’d managed to gather your bearings and land in a three-point stance. As Thor paced toward you, blue flashes decorating his muscles and dancing from his fingertips, he suddenly began to convulse and fell on his side. “Thor!” You cried, falling on your knees beside him. 

Your gaze shot to the large window again. The Grandmaster slid his finger back on a device and Thor stopped twitching. Of course. He couldn’t afford to lose. You stroked your lovers face. His hand covered yours. “My love, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He chuckled. “It was quite a fight you put up. I’m sure Tony would have liked to see.” 

“We’ll tell him when we get back to earth.” You muttered. As Thor went to speak again, he started shaking again, the veins on his face darkening. Mere seconds later, an electric jolt shot through you and your consciousness slipped away.

When you awoke, it was with panic. You recognized the room as the one you’d been forced to stay in for so long now. You groaned and attempted to roll over, being stopped by the weight of another person. Your breath hitched and you tried to move away, only for an arm to be wrapped around you and pulling you closer, a deep sigh escaping the person.

“My love.” Thor rasped out as you flipped over to face him. He playfully rubbed his beard against your jaw. His contentedness left as his hand gently grasped your face, his thumb moving over the scratch on your face. “Oh, Y/N. I wish this had never happened. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to find you.”

You turned your head and placed a kiss on his palm. “A few years is quite a long time.” You agreed.

“Years? You’ve only been gone for a week, dove.” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Though according to Loki, time does move quite differently here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, Loki. That fool is the reason I’m here in the first place.” You snuggled into Thor’s chest and he pulled his arms tighter around you like you would disappear. “I want to go home, Thor. I want to listen to Steve complain, and I want to watch TV with Wanda, and I want out of these stupid devices-” You barely noticed the sobs leaving you as you tugged on the technology implanted on your neck.

Thor took your face in his hands. “We will get out of here, sweetheart. I will be sure of it. And Loki will right his wrongs, I swear it.” He kissed you softly. You nodded, silently acknowledging his words. “I love you, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss. “The light of my life.” Another. 

You held back a laugh in favor of burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Stop, you big sap. I love you, Thor Odinson.” You suddenly pulled away with wide eyes. Thor only smiled in confusion. “Valkyrie! She and I get along quite well, she’ll help us. I know it!”

Footsteps from down the hall had Thor scrambling out of the bed, standing politely with his hands folded. You rushed to the door, where Valkyrie nodded in you greeting. “Y/N. It was quite shocking to learn that you are romantically engaged with our lord of thunder here.” She motioned with her hand.

“It’s god of thunder, actually-”

“We must get to training, Y/N. You two can kiss it up later.” She looped her arm through yours. You cast a look over your shoulder at Thor, who gave you an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

“So, Val, I must discuss a proposition with you...”

“Does it involve drink?”

“It can.”

“I’m listening.”

[sukirichi]

help me choose what to write next 😳

so i mentioned last week over some ideas i had for each fandom that i write for and the naoya brainrot is real sooo lmk what you wanna see next from me 👀 i’m not sure if i’ll really end up writing the story that wins but i wanna know what you think about each one !!

for jujutsu kaisen | naoya zen’in only 💕

「 broken records 」

→ heartbroken after breaking up with his ex, naoya zen’in hits up an old flame to ease the pain. or at least using you to get someone off his mind was what he intended, until naoya realizes that maybe, you were the real one he truly wanted to forget.

→ i know what you mean, you don’t fuck with randoms. i got everything, everything but real love...

× exes to friends, angst, romance, mostly smut, slight comedy, slice of life (?), friends to lovers, 10 chapters. gonna be easy yet painful to write. basically naoya uses y/n as a distraction that his current gf dumped him but he reminisces his memories with y/n when they used to date back in college and realizes he never stopped loving her.

× why i wanna write this : bcos to me, the dynamics between fwb’s being true friends that trust each other completely is so fun to write. their duo is cute yet iconic and all characters are so wholesome to me. also, its perfect for heavy angst?

× highly inspired by doja cat’s “love to dream”

「 re: route 」

→ one nuclear explosion of a scientific lab was all it took for humanity to reach its downfall. with deadly viruses going airborne, countries going at war with one another, people becoming infected to a point for them to lose their sanity, the brink of earth is teetering at the edge with humanity’s only hope lying inside the abandoned debris of a broken laboratory. they called you The Cure. you called yourself 008. but a certain soldier with entrusted with the task of retrieving you to save the world called you by your name.

× apocalypse au, supernatural au, semi sci-fi, action, romance, heavy inspirations from canon jjk, 10 chapters. this is gonna be so difficult to write but me and my friends are nerding over this au. Also hello SOLDIER NAOYA ?! and a lot of characters here are superhuman and cool as hellll

× most characters are called test subjects 001-008; 001 being the strongest (Gojo) to Naoya (007.)

× idk how i can pull this off but we’ll see. song inspo is “safe and sound” by taylor swift

「 tempted 」

→ in which your plan to give your crush a drink with a few drops of love potion backfires when its downed by a certain red-eyed demon who’s been craving entertainment for the last thousand years. you say that he’s lucifer himself, but he prefers to go by naoya.

× comedy, smut, fluff, romance, have i mentioned smut ?? sugar daddy demon naoya he’s the whole ass package and he owns our soul in this fic. literally. also, with or without the love potion, demon! naoya is a romantic simp that even he is disgusted for the fact he would unleash hell if anyone laid a hand on his precious human. 10 chapters ???

× LISTEN THIS IS JUST SO FUN TO WRITE LMAO its just kind of crackhead ish, good times lmaooo but who knows, i might add angst once naoya gets serious about his feelings and considers that humans and demons don’t work that way

for haikyuu

「 regal / blue blood 」

→ generous and kind are the kings like kita who provide for their kingdom, shielding his people from danger and lifting the clouds for the sun to shine on them. shameful and barbaric are the warriors like suna who who fight tooth and bone, taking lives and destroying homes to expand their territories for power under the royal command.

and as for you, the queen?

sinners are those who find warmth in the strong arms of another who was not her betrothed; sinners are those who caused wars between your own kingdom in the pretense of lies, empty marriage vows, and the romance that bloomed between a broken boy from war and a queen who never wanted the throne.

× ew thats a long ass summary im not good at it but ANYWAYS king! kita x queen! reader x general! suna

× period drama, historical au, forbidden relationship, angst, infidelity, high quality poetic smut (lmao), basically the most passionate romance i probably will ever write? i just love the dynamic between queen! reader and general! suna. difficult to write bcos of language formality but its worth it. 10 chapters.

× highly inspired by the ares x aphrodite x hephaestus dynamic