#SEE? SEE? MADE YOU ANOTHER FUCKED UP sans. it's so easy when you know how the character works

[carlyraejepsans]

I was looking back through your character analysis stuff bc you are great(!) at this kinda thing and you said a sentence that has me curious in so many different ways.

"and what better scenario for this than one where 1) everyone he truly loved is already dead, and 2) there's a brand new unethical system of power ready to be taken advantage of now that he's got nothing left to lose."

In the best possible way, what the hell does this mean? What *could* this mean? I'd it referring to the obvious answer of "He starts getting LV"? Is it referring to him working up the underground's political system (becoming King for some reason)? Is it some secret third option???

Even if this is obvious or meant to be left to suggestion, I would love an expansion and/or exploration of this idea further because it is so captivating.

(Anyway, love your work! Keep it up)

BAHAHAHA, nothing that drastic, don't worry! but... sorta the second option there? not all the way to king though

king mtt ending: dystopian, celebrity king with zero leading experience and dubious mental stability (he is one stage of grief away from killing himself at any moment), takes power in his own hands, sets off a countrywide brainwashing campaign, ignores the kingdom's multiple crisis and if anyone opposes him too much they "disappear". what does sans do? why, he climbs up the social ladder (either by kissing his ass or making himself useful) and secures himself a place as his agent. he neither fights or miss l nor survives the system, he exploits it to cover his own ass, and rip bozo to the poor bastards underneath. now, with papyrus still around he'd obviously have something else left to care about and dedicate himself to after securing their own safety in the system, but if papyrus is gone, well. i don't see why he should give a fuck and not go along with whatever plans mtt has

empress undyne ending: undyne seizes power, declares war (again), expands the royal guard massively, and turns the underground into a massive military state hoping to crush humanity. what does sans do? ...well, we don't know for sure. he ends the phonecall on a rather vague threat

lots of people take this to mean that he's really, REALLY hoping undyne will kick your ass, but still acts as a passive observer. which i think is a perfectly good reading. now, i wouldn't say what I'm about to propose is canon, more like a personal theory/hc of mine... but there's another line in the phonecall I'd like to call attention to. and well. when you connect the two? considering sans' background as a scientist?

...i think they have some REALLY fun implications :]

[mingwrites]

Any thoughts on ateez and subspace?? Literally anything I'm just curious

omg DEFINITELY thank u for asking nonnie,,,

ateez & subspace

seonghwa had entered subspace just a few times before. typically, it would happen right after a concert, when the man had just been on top of the world and in full control of thousands when it came to his fans' excitement. you would be lying if you said the switch in him didn't give you whiplash, but it also made sense; after such a high high, there was nothing left for him to do but be put in his place. after looking out for his fans all night, he needed to be looked after. and you took good care of him.

hongjoong got you into subspace on the regular. he loved punishing his naughty little kitten when they acted up-flirting with other men and wearing provocative outfits when he couldn't rip them right off you. he was a born leader in every way, and he loved to, needed to assert his dominance. he stripped you of your humanity in those moments, leaving you a whining, begging mess of a hole.

the first time yunho saw you in your subspace, it freaked him out a little. he wasn't used to having that intimate and profound power over another person and seeing you mindlessly beg for his dick, beg to be punished, beg to be nothing more than a little fuck-thing made him feel...weird. as much as his dick liked it, he worried about you. so he played your game, made you his fuck-thing, before pulling you back up for air with the most gentle and loving aftercare you had ever received.

yeosang entered subspace once. you were experimenting, trying out pegging, and you had him on his hands and knees. "on your elbows," you told him, and he obeyed, laughing a little bit out of discomfort as his ass was left sticking up in the cold, still air. "good boy," you whispered in your deepest, most sultry voice, and the moan that came out of him was something you never thought you'd hear; it was high pitched and breathy, innocent like a child yet filthy like an animal. "thank you, mommy," he said before you had your way with him.

san found it amusing to see you in subspace. it stroked his ego to see you submit your entire being to him, your legs spread wide, cheeks flushed and as a whole, disheveled. his favorite thing in the world was being your daddy-taking care of you the way you needed him to, having your permission to use you the way he needed, and making you all his. his second favorite thing was cuddling you afterwards.

mingi reacted similarly to yunho upon seeing you submit to him completely. he almost didn't know what to do with himself at first. but he grew into his role as your dominate, seizing the opportunity and taking full advantage of you, more specifically your body. abusing every hole, making easy work of your tits and your clit, turning you into a helpless plaything-this man knew how to make the most out of you, and he loved doing it.

wooyoung entered subspace just about every other night. as a switch, he's familiar with both roles and has no problem diving into either head first. this doesn't mean he's a good submissive, however. the brat of all brats, wooyoung managed to make your life hell even when in subspace. "mommy, that's not good enough," "i need more, please, mommy," "i'll be a good boy, just let me cum!"

jongho would never say it out loud, but he loved when you slipped into subspace. it made him feel so big and powerful, while his fragile little darling sobbed for his dick, fingers and mouth. sometimes, he would get rough and manhandle you because the sight and sound of you completely sent him into overdrive, making him forget to be gentle with his baby. he only got shy after you returned to normal, often commenting on his eagerness or his strength, which caused him to blush and giggle.

[ja3hwa]

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【Synopsis】 : The boys were going to teach you a simple game of pool. Nothing more, nothing less... right?

『Word count』 : 3.9k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance. Supernatural.

Pairing: Vampire!WooSanSang x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Flirting. Dirty talk. Slight innocent reader. Foursome. Lowkey free use. Dub-con ish, but the reader is into it. Everything is just new for her. Mxm. Manhandling. Blood drinking, biting. Wounds. Whimper kink? Swearing. Clit play. Yeosang fucks her without really asking but the reader is into it. Unprotected sex. Multiple orgasms. Pet names including [Doll, Baby, Pet, Sir, Darling. Pretty thing] Use of the word slut. I shit on religion for a second, so I’m sorry if anyone is religious.

Note: Fun fact I found out that pool tables were invented back in 1470, so I felt like I had to add it aha.

Also hi I'm uploaded two fic in one night. I know crazy right?! Well, I've been really wanting to just post all my work. i got in the drafts, but im pacing myself, hehe. So this is just a little ... gift? Idk ahah i just could help, but post two tonight. Enjoy ♡♡

"Oh, my body, I don't wanna stop until the break of dawn"

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When you finally woke, you noticed Seonghwa had left the bed. There was a small note on the bedside table with a little heart next to your name written in black ink. You smiled sleepily, stretching slowly in the spacious bed. You’ve never had a better sleep in years, if not ever. Your small single bed that was tattered and moulding was all you’d ever known, and now you had a bed fit for a king. It was almost strange, bittersweet in a way. You felt like you were always supposed to end up here. With them. Like fate was etched in stone way before you were even of age. You had wondered if they felt the same way, as you made your way through the halls once again. It became quite easy to move around the manor now that you’ve explored a bit. You had slipped on a tunic and pants of various shades of purple and black that were sitting on the end of your bed.

“I see you’ve made yourself quite at home, pet.” You shivered at the sound of Yeosang's velvet voice. Glancing above, you see him leaning on the railing of the mezzanine, a sly smirk on his delicate features.

“She’s like a curious kitty isn’t she.” Another voice caught your attention looking towards the doorway of the billiard room you see a feline feature man. San... His dark hair and sharp yellow glowing eyes make your heart thump in anticipation. Strange? you thought. They were all vampires as far as you knew, so why were his eyes such a deep sunset yellow?

“We got to get that staring problem under control, Darling.” You jumped hearing the high-pitched man, Wooyoung right behind you, whispering in your ear. 

“I w-was not staring.” You shake your head, turning around to see all three men now standing around the pool table. San had picked up a pool stick, putting some blue chalk to dab on the end of the said stick. You watched as all three of them took a pool cue and chalked them up, curious at what they might be up to. You had never seen a pool table up close, let alone see anyone play before. You’ve only ever read about it in fancy books or heard it from the richer folk in the village. “A-are you going to play a game?”

Your words sounded flinching like you were some peasant girl asking the higher for a slice of knowledge. But in truth weren’t you just that? “We are most definitely going to be playing a game Darlin’ and you are going to be the price.”

Wooyoung’s words made you gulp, standing there awkwardly playing with the hem of your tunic. San walked over to you while Yeosang set up the balls in the triangle. San’s fingers grazed your chin before lifting your face to look at him. His smile was softer this time, unlike how it was border-lining lust prior. “Don’t worry, Pretty thing. We won’t go too hard on you. Well, Yeosang might, if you’re not too careful.”

You visibly gulp feeling a tingle in your tummy. What could he possibly be insinuating? Your mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities, slightly thanking Jongho was not here to read your lusting thoughts. You were about to say something, but then Wooyoung came up behind San, pushing him aside so he could give you a pool cue. “I don’t know how to p-play.”

“It’s okay, darling. We will teach you.” Wooyoung’s chippy voice eased your heart slightly. And as you watched Wooyoung start to bicker with Yeosang, who would start the game. You couldn’t help but giggle. For Monsters, they sure act like teenagers. Immature and… youthful. 

“Okay okay, Woo, get over here. Let Sangie Break.” The feline yelled over all the bickering. The nicknames he gave the other males made your heart flutter. In the next few minutes, the three vampires took their turn, trying to get a ball in the hole. Until finally, San got a stripe in making Wooyoung whine. 

“How do you always manage to score first.” Wooyoung was disappointed about his lover winning, shifting his weight around as he stomped over to the bar that was sitting across a billiard table. He grabbed out four short glasses and began pouring an amber-coloured liquor in each one. You could hear mumbles around you, most likely San and Yeosang badgering about something again, but you couldn’t focus on them. Only looking straight at the shorter male, curiously watching him take a shot of the liquid before taking the other full glass and shotting it.

“Pet did you hear anything we said?” Yeosang's presence behind you caught your attention, noting the way his shoulder bumped into you lightly. You shook your head with a little sorry before taking a breath, suddenly blurting out.

“I didn’t think vampires could eat or drink human food.”

The situation reminded you about how you shared a meal with all of them a night ago. You were so out of it, and floating in your mind, you didn’t really take notice that they were, in fact, consuming food. Cooked cow, vegetables, rich sauces, and wines. It was always written in history books and the words of your church that no hellspawn beasts like night crawlers were able to consume and dine on earthy foods. Only craving and needing the taste of blood to sustain themselves. 

San had to try very hard not to laugh at your innocence. Wooyoung had a cheeky smirk on his face, placing the glass on the brim of the pool table, speaking up on your question. “Oh, we do not have to eat or drink to stay alive if that’s what you’re asking. And drinking does nothing for us unless we drink an entire Alehouse. But it does take the edge off for us a little bit.” He downed his drink like he did before, some of the alcohol dripping down his chin. San, within seconds, moved from one end of the table to where Wooyoung stood. His speed created a little wind pocket that blew against your face, making you shiver. San’s hand cupped Wooyoung’s chin, drawing his face upwards. San then opened his mouth, letting his freakishly long tongue slide out onto the younger's neck, licking up the liquor he had spilt.

You gulp, looking away to see Yeosang staring at you intensely with a smirk. He bit his lip before chuckling “God I wished I could read minds. I bet you’re thinking about the filthiest things right now.” He moved to stand in front of you, making you take a step back until you were trapped against the pool table and his broad body. “Such a cute little pet, with such a dirty little mind.”

“W-Wha...I…” You didn’t know what to say cause in truth you couldn’t help but think vulgarly around them. They were all so attractive, and it was like some kind of drug being near them. You looked back to San and Wooyoung, seeing San now had his tongue down the other man's throat, and you couldn’t help but whine. What you didn’t realize was that from looking away from Yeosang, you bared your neck to him, making him growl. “You should never show off your neck to vampires unless you want them to bite you, baby.”

Your eyes widened at his words. But you couldn’t react fast enough. It was like your body became a ragdoll as he moved you with the speed of light. Your back hit the table with a thud, legs spread with Yeosang’s body in between them and his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers squeezed his shoulders as you felt his sharp fangs run along your hot skin. “S-Sangie…”

“Hmm using my nickname is only gonna make me want to fuck you, pet.” his nose brushed down your main vein, letting him breathe in your scent sharply. You were the sweetest thing he had ever smelt. 

“Sangie.” You repeated suddenly, reaching tighter for Yeosang’s large shoulders, lacing the fabric of his dress shirt in your fingers. The vampire just chuckled, kissing along your hot skin. You wiggled against him, feeling his crotch twitch beneath the layers of cloth that separated you both. “Please.”

“Ooo, She begs. My favourite.” Yeosang’s fangs grazed your neck, making your heart thump harder. You felt like your whole body was on fire, and every nerve was being consumed with nothing but Yeosang. His scent, his dark deep chuckles. The way his fingers glide along your body. 

Him. 

While his hands played with the fabric on your clothing. You turned your head to look back at where Wooyoung and San were, but the in a blink of an eye, they vanished. 

“Don’t get this party started without us.” San’s voice frightened you as he was suddenly at the other end of the table, leaning over to give your forehead a light little kiss. Wooyoung, however, was now standing next to Yeosang, pushing your right leg opened wider so both men could stand in between them. “I can smell her from over there.”

“I know, our little slut is getting nice and wet from us teasing her.” Yeosang spat out such a foul name at you but it only made you whimper more. No way in your wildest dreams would you have ever suspected your life would end up with being sprawled out on a pool table with three Vampire, kiss and lick parts of your body that weren’t covered by your clothing.

Sinful. Hellborn. A daughter of Lilith. Words from your mother came flooding in your mind like little flashes of a candle flame blowing in the wind. Maybe she was right. Maybe she saw your future before you even knew it.

“F-fuck I need a taste,” Wooyoung whined, tugging at your pants, but what you didn’t expect was him to lift up the loose pant leg, exposing your right thigh. Yeosang pulled up your tunic, drawing his tongue out onto your hot skin. And finally, San, the last one, lifted your wrist to his nose, inhaling sharply before opening his mouth to suck on the soft flesh.

“I’d take a deep breath If I was you, pet,” Yeosang grunted with a sly smirk, making you let out a large gasp. You felt all three of them sink their teeth into you in a sudden snap, almost synchronised. The crunch of broken skin echoed in the room before ringing in your ears. You could feel their addictive vampiric venom pouring into your veins while they emptied you of blood. The euphoric feeling of being drained was indescribable. Like floating on a cloud, feeling the soft cotton tickle your body, leaving your toes and fingertips to tingle. 

“F-ffuck. Argh.” Was all you could mutter out before rolling your eyes back again. You could feel Yeosang’s deep chuckle against your tummy, feeling like the sound almost came from inside you. And without letting his fangs slip, he drew his hand to your covered core. Pressing sharply on your sensitive button through the loose fabric. This made you let out another gasp, calling for Yeosang. “S-Sangie pleasee.”

San retracted his fangs from your wrist before whining, “Hey, I want to hear you cry my name out. Can you do that for me, pretty?” The vampire kissed along your arm until he got to your neck. You nodded while he tilted your head to the side, exposing your jugular. “such a good little doll. Now I want you to scream.”

And with that, he sunk his teeth into the crease of your shoulder and neck, making you let out a loud, painfully lustful cry. “FUCK SAN!!!”

Wooyoung and Yeosang finally pulled away after a few more moments, licking their lips of your blood. Yeosang had a deep growl rumble in his chest as he ran his thumb over the puncture wound, smearing the crimson liquid on your red irritated flesh. Wooyoung did the same but drew a heart with it instead making himself giggle in approval. “Fuck if we didn’t want to keep you alive pet. We would have drunk you dry.”

Yeosang’s empty threat would have scared anyone, but for some reason, it only enticed you more. Pulling your shaky legs up, you placed your bare feet on the edge of the pool table before spreading your legs wide. The grumpy vampire seemed to get the hint, taking his long nail he ripped the fabric right in between your thighs, making a slit-like opening for him and Wooyoung to get a perfect view of your soaking cunt. “Now, why don’t you look at that.”

Yeosang growls, sliding a finger along your wet lips. Your whole body shivers, feeling yourself becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. This shock wave made San sit up suddenly, pulling away from your shoulder, gasping for air as he let out the deepest, most feral-like groan you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, She tastes so good when you do that. I need one of you to fuck her right now so I can taste that again” His blood-stained lips kissed along your shoulder smearing all the red crimson liquid over your soft skin. His kisses your feverish as if he had become drunk off you alone. The few buttons that were holding your shirt closed were now being opened by the feline male, slowly revealing your hidden flesh. 

“I volunteer as tribute.” 

Wooyoung protested, shaking his belt in a manner of desperation, but Yeosang quickly scoffed, snaking his belt out of the hoops of his pants in one swift motion before dropping it. “I’d like to see you fucking try. This pussy is mine.” Yeosang’s deep venomous growl made the younger vampire cower slightly, giving him a slight pout. 

“Why do you get to go first.” From your angle, you could have sworn you saw Wooyoung stomp his feet, making you giggle lightly, catching the attention of all three of the men around you. Yeosang kisses your tummy lightly, pulling your focus to him alone, his hands gripping your hips and body snuggling tightly against your hot core.

“What’s so funny, pet? Finding enjoyment over us fighting over you?” Yeosang’s lips travelled up your navel as he kissed along your newly exposed skin since San had now successfully unbuttoned your top, revealing your perky, tight nipples on your plump and soft breasts.

“Yes sir…” you whispered, closing your eyes as you revelled in the feeling of his tongue sliding along your body.

“Fuck, she’s so good isn't she.” San covered his mouth with his hand, sighing at how obedient you had become. Reaching for your breast he squeezed your plump flesh together, pinching your nipples between his pointer and thumb. You choked out a whine as he rolled the pad of his finger over your sensitive bud, almost completely distracting you from the vampire between your legs. 

“Come on, Sangie, hurry up. I want to be inside her so badly.” Wooyoung has hopped up onto the end of the pool table leaning on his hand behind his soft frame. His hand palming his covered crotch, panting slightly as he watched San and Yeosang ravish you. Your hazy eyes looked back to see San standing straight and tall behind you. Giving you a sweet smile that was hiding a sinister lust underneath.

Before you could say anything about what Wooyoung had said, you felt Yeosang’s thick cock head breached your tight pussy. “Oh FUck!” You bucked your hips, helping him slide into you deeply inch by inch until he bottomed you out. He was definitely girthier than Seonghwa, making you feel like the wind was being knocked right out of you. 

“Shhit. This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Are you sure Seonghwa fucked you pet?” Yeosang began to ramble, pulling you down more so your ass was almost off the table. Sangie put his one hand under your thigh and hip, holding you still so he could slowly start thrusting into you, sharply and greatly. “So tight, so warm. Such a good little pet. You like being fucked baby? Bet you’d take all of us in one go if we’d asked.”

“Oh my god! Yes!!! please, Sangie.” You yelped at the top of your lungs just from the pure idea of having all eight of them. Pleasing them all. Dotting on them. You needed them just as much as they needed you. Yeosang gripped your shirt that hung open on the top and pulled you up until your face was inches from his and his lips, almost touching your own. 

“It’s master, my sweet little slut.” He yanked you off the pool table, pulling out for a moment so he could help you walk to the couch and even though his movements were rough, his grip was gentle, holding you closely in a way. Lovingly. “Come on baby, bend over the couch for me.”

He gave your ass a squeeze before letting you fall on your knees on the plush cushions. The couch was facing away from the pool table, so when you leaned over the top of it, you could get a perfect view of the other two vampires. “Okay, new game.” Yeosang knelt behind you, holding your hips, rubbing his palm against your skin. “Whoever gets a ball in first gets to take over and fuck our precious baby here. Deal?”

You had to laugh as San and Wooyoung scrambled around to grab their own pool stick. Your smile was bright as you were about to say some cheeky remark but you slowly felt Yeosang enter your soaked pussy from behind making you only let out a shaky whimper. His hands gripped tightly on your hips as your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Yeosang chuckled as he thrusted into your cunt in shallow motions. His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you up so your body was at an odd angle, but you couldn’t care less. “Last time I checked I’m not god’s pathetic son.”

Your fingers lased into the couch cushions, gripping onto it for dear life as you felt him slowly hammer into you faster. Your pussy would clench with each thrust making the most beautiful groans and whimpers fall from his lips. The hand that held the back of your neck, snaked around the front to clench tightly, blocking your airway just lightly, sending your brain into a fuzzy mess. 

“M-Master….” You cried, collapsing onto the edge of the couch. Your legs are shaking, and your arms are no longer able to hold yourself up anymore. San and Wooyoung were bickering, yelling at one another as they kept trying to get a ball in the hole. That was until San bent down and shot one of his stripes by hitting Wooyoung’s ball before getting it into the end left basket. 

Your glassy eyes could see San’s triumph, along with Woo’s high-pitched whine of defeat. The knot in your stomach was tightened with every thrust of Yeosang’s hips but before you could reach your climax he slipped out of your soaked cunt making you hiccup in a loud whine. “F-Ffuckk.”

“It’s okay, pet. Breathe…” You tried to take in a shaky breath as you felt your whole body being manhandled until you were sitting perfectly on someone’s lap. San’s naked lap, to be exact. His hazy smile got you blushing as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek so delicately.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll take good care of you.” San’s cooe made you relax nicely against him as he lined his cock with your abused cunt. You were already so sensitive but somehow you were still craving more. The loud sound of pool balls whacking together got you startled but San stroked your cheek with his thumb slightly as he pulled your face towards his with his fingers. “Focus on me, baby. I want to see you come apart on my cock okay. No closing those pretty eyes."

You nodded with a short whimper followed by a simple yes that was so quiet you’re surprised San heard it. But then you remember that you weren’t fucking a normal man, but a beast in human form. A blood-sucking night-crawling beast that could kill you with his bare hands at any time. Your pussy clenched around his lengthy, and girthy cock making him groan. He slowly lifted your plump thighs up helping you gather a rhythm with your hips so you could ride him slowly. “S-sannie. Oh g-god please.”

“Such a good girl. Come on. Fuck you’re so tight...” You focused on his knitted brows and slightly parted mouth, seeing he was enjoying this just as much as you were. Your hips got faster as San started to buck upwards to match your movements. Your whole body was feeling like it was on fire, sensing you were close. He pushed your body up so he could help thrust deeper inside you. This left your tits to be right in his face, making him groan as he latched onto your plump flesh and sucked. Your breasts would be completely covered in hickeys by the time San was down them. And as his mouth traveled to the top of your breast you clenched around him, sucking him deeper into your tight cunt. He lost himself in your scent, the way you squeezed him and the sound of your pretty moans. He needed more, just another taste. He needed to taste the flavour of you when you came.

“S-San I’m gonna cum.” You gasped, tangling your fingers threw his hair.

“Come for me, baby. Be a good little human for me and cream on my cock.” He licked your skin before biting down, sinking his fangs into the top of your breast, jackhammering you at an inhuman pace. You screamed so loud that the whole manor would have heard, coming so much around Sans hard cock. You were it grew bigger inside you as your clenched harder, feeling him drink his fill of your red hot liquid. 

“San.” A male voice called out but your head was too dizzy, feeling San continue his assault on your cunt and teeth in your flesh. “SAN!!” The voice got loud but your eyes began to droop feeling a wave of sleep erode through your body. You heard San lewdly growl animalisticly against you, still drinking your blood as his cock stilled tightly in you, letting him come deep inside you.

The voice before screamed again, but your eyes closed, and darkness took over before you could see or hear anything else.

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[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: San x f! Reader

Word Count: 2269

Warnings: cursing, talks of insecurity about your nether regions, too much league of legends talk, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au

Summary: You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male & female receiving, fem focused), blindfold, dirty talk, spit play, light bondage (yn's tied to a chair), multiple orgasms

I’m only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 25! free use/spit play, and i chose the latter (once more)! i know almost nothing about spit play so i hope its good!

And if you want to know what other days I’m doing? You’ll just have to wait and see ;) This is the second to last one!

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“Baby, can you come here for a minute?” Your boyfriend, San, calls for you and your head pops up from the book you were reading. It wasn’t very interesting anyway, something you had to read for class, so you have no qualms about putting it down and seeing what San needs. He’s currently in the computer room, waiting for you with a large and mischievous grin on his face.

“What’s that look for,” you laugh, approaching him and leaning down to peck his lips. “You look like a cat who swallowed a bird.” San pouts at the analogy but he can’t really fight it.

San sighs, his eyes crinkling with a smile and you can’t help but kiss him again at the adorable sight. “I just had an idea. Hear me out, okay?”

You laugh but plop into your chair next to him. “Shoot.”

“So.” San seems almost embarrassed but the smile on your face doesn’t waver and he squares his shoulders. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to bet with me. You know how you’ve been playing league pretty competitively lately?”

You nod. Your friends roped you into playing ranked games with them and you’ve somehow made your way as a platinum player. Every so often, San would join you and your friends in playing games and every time he does, you’re reminded of how he used to be a diamond level. “Yeah, why? You wanna play again?”

San chuckles. “Kind of. I don’t want to go the competitive route again, but I want to play one game with you.”

You narrow your eyes playfully. You may be good now, but you’re pretty sure San has been practising behind your back. “What do I get if I win?”

San’s smile grows wider. “You can do whatever you want with me in bed. But the same goes for me if I win. Deal?”

You hum. “Sure, but we get to pick each other’s champions.”

Without another word, San holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake. “I’ll have you play Neeko.”

You snort. “Well, you picked so nicely you can play Akali. I’d let you be Graves but I’ve never played against one.” San leans over to smack your leg but you dodge it with a giggle.

San sighs but his eyes are full of fondness. “Of course, so kind. Now, I hope you’re ready to get your ass beat.” His words are tender but he’s not playing around. He’s both competitive and horny and he’ll do whatever to win. And you won’t lie, you’re enjoying the idea of it too.

“I think you might be talking to yourself, Sannie,” you wink. “I hope you like getting pegged.”

-

The beginning of the match was fairly easy. The bots, of course, were evenly matched and you and San were fairly even. Although you tend to scale more late-game and San does best in mid-game, you were playing it safe.

“Ah, fuck!” You squawk when the opposing top just shows up, stunning you and San lands his first kill. “That was so mean,” you complain and San chuckles, leaning past his computer screen to pat your knee.

“Sorry, baby, that’s the game,” he hums before narrowing his eyes to reconcentrate. You find it hotter than you should. Unfortunately, after your death, San got a leg up and it’s hard to pick up the slack. And with how close the two of you were in skill, that small difference turned into a big difference. In no time whatsoever, your nexus is already on the brink of death and no matter how hard you try, you end up losing.

“Fuck,” you whine, pulling off your headphones and slinging them around your neck. “That was so close I could almost imagine my victory.”

San snickers, rolling his chair over to practically flop onto your body. “Sorry, baby, but it looks like I’m the winner here.”

You pout playfully, carding your fingers through his soft hair. “Fine, fine. What do you wanna do,” you concede, bending down to kiss his temple.

San hums but you know he’s not really thinking about it. You’ve known him long enough that you can tell that he had been planning this for a while. “I wanna eat you out.”

His words cause you to stiffen and turn your eyes away. You’ve always disliked the idea of you receiving oral. Not because you find it gross, of course. You like sucking dick, what difference is there? Your past boyfriends offered before, you just didn’t take them up on it and they didn’t press the issue. It just stems from your insecurities about your vagina, you suppose.

In your eyes, it’s too weird-looking. And you know San is just happy to do whatever but you can’t get over your mental block. But as San stares up at you, you sigh. You’re too prideful to back out. It’s not like it’s the worst thing San could’ve chosen. You just don’t like it. It’d be like if you won and wanted to peg him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t–” San tries to help you when it takes you a tad too long to respond but you shake your head.

“It’s okay. You can.”

San’s eyes brighten and his lips twitch but he sits up, a little more serious. “Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to make you feel like you had to.” And your heart blooms with appreciation for his words. And it only makes you want to trust him more.

“I am.”

—

Your body is stiff in the chair you’re tied loosely to as you anticipate what's to come. A blindfold rests over your eyes and it's almost barely see-through so you can see the shadows moving around you but not what it is. You're not quite sure what you expect but the unsurety of it all makes your thighs clench.

“You're so tense,” San's voice floats towards you and you can almost feel his presence as he comes to stand in front of you. “Are you ready?”

At your nod, his hand comes to rest on your bare thigh, nothing covering your lower half except the hem of your shirt. “Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, baby.”

Before you can even respond, his breath ghosts over your cunt and your breath stops in your throat. He giggles at how stiff you're holding yourself before he presses a soft kiss to the junction of your inner thigh. And another. And another.

“Hurry up already,” you groan. “Can't get this over with if you take five years–” Your words are cut off as soon as San places a kiss to your clit, pleasure shooting up your spine. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your hips jerk at the sensation.

“Come on, don’t be shy. I want to hear all your pretty moans,” San hums, pressing another kiss to your clit as his tongue darts out to flick at it. “Taste so good baby, can’t believe I finally get to do this. Been dreaming about eating you for dessert and now I finally get to. So perfect for me.”

Your thighs are so tense, both from your nerves and from the feeling of his tongue pressing against your folds. “San–” you groan, clenching so hard you feel you may get a cramp in your hip, but San’s having none of that. His thumbs press into the junction connecting your thighs and torso, and you hiss at the pressure. “Fuck,” you groan.

You can hear the slick sounds of San lapping at your pussy, his nose pressing into your clit so perfectly you fear you may come already. His fingers are pressing slowly into you as he licks around them. “Fuck, you’re squeezing around me so well,” he groans. “So needy, look at you.”

Without warning, he spits on your pussy, and you gasp at the sensation of his saliva dripping down your heated skin. “San!” You don’t know how to react and your boyfriend chuckles at your astonishment. He bends down, licking at the mixture of your slick and his spit, kissing your clit again as he bites at the flesh.

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat as his teeth scrape against your folds and your hips kick up as you reach your high, coming with a groan. It feels like you’re about to pee, just so much more intense, and your core clenches as your head is thrown back in bliss. San’s tongue leaves your folds although his fingers are still pumping inside of you.

“Fuck, babe, I didn’t know you could squirt,” he says, voice filled with awe. “Fuck.” He spits again on your pussy, flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe up it and your breath catches at the feeling.

“Oh God,” you groan, eyes fluttering shut as your teeth work into your spit-covered lower lip. “Fuck, it’s so much, Sannie.”

San hums, mouth still pressed against your sopping cunt and if you think hard enough, you can just imagine how shiny his face must be after eating you out for what seems like hours. “You’re just so perfect, how could I stop?” he groans, the vibrations in your cunt making you twitch. “Colour?”

“Fuck– green,” you cry, trying to grind down on the chair, and San chuckles, puffing his warm breath onto your nether regions. “Sannie, please–”

Without another word, he spits onto his free hand, pressing his palm onto your clit and rubbing it in small circles. You can’t help but arch your back, whimpers and gasps leaving your lips like you’re getting paid for every sound you make. The light filtering through your blindfold is suddenly covered, and before you can even register what’s happening, San’s lips press against yours and you eagerly accept his kiss.

You can taste yourself in his mouth as you lick into it, mouth falling open as San spits in it. “Swallow,” he commands, and you rush to do so, eyes rolling back in your head as his fingers pump inside of you and the hand that was rubbing your clit moves up to pinch and knead your breast.

“Nng, San, I’m close again,” you warn, and San laughs, kissing down your neck and biting at your shoulder.

“Ah, again? So needy, begging for me,” he hums, mouth travelling down to suck at your other boob, his teeth scraping over your nipple. “You’re so pretty, (Y/N), taste so good, I could eat you up for hours.”

And, true to his word, he presses his tongue against your flushed skin, dragging it down to taste the mixture of sweat and come until it reaches your clit again. With a groan, he slurps at your sensitive bud, nipping at it.

“Shit–” you cry out, legs jerking. San laughs, drawing his fingers out of your cunt and away from your chest as he pins your legs down to have uninterrupted access. The hot muscle of his tongue slowly presses into you, flicking at your convulsing flesh so perfectly. With so many sensations overcoming your body, you feel like you might die as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

It washes over you wave after wave, and San’s tongue won’t stop pushing in and out of you at a slowing speed. “So perfect for me,” he repeats himself as he sighs against your quivering pussy. “You’re dripping so much for me. Eat you so well you can’t stop, hmm?”

“Fuck off,” you gasp, although there’s not much bite to your words. Not when San spreads your lower lips and presses his tongue impossibly further into your wet heat. “Ah, shit.”

As much as he likes to tease you, San doesn’t want to overwhelm you and he slows down, letting you come down from your high without too much overstimulation. Your body feels limp on the chair, your legs jello. You feel San’s breath on your temple right before he kisses it as he unties your wrists and pulls off your blindfold.

You blink blearily up at him, a smile forming at the sight of how wrecked he looks just as much as you. His hair is a mess and his crooked grin is shining with his spit and your slick. You grab his collar, unable to resist pulling him for another kiss as your hand wanders down to press against the obvious bulge in his slacks.

“Ah–” San sighs at the pressure, just letting you unzip his pants and pull out his thick cock, your thumb rubbing the head of it. “You don’t have–”

You interrupt him by leaning down and pressing your lips against the tip, letting your spit dribble down the length of it before enveloping half of it in your mouth. As you reach down to fondle his balls, you keep his dick resting in your mouth, spit pooling and sliding down the veins.

San looks ready to blow already, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand gripping your hair. It makes your heart and cunt throb at how beautiful he looks and you scrape your teeth gently against him. With an almost pained groan, he comes into your mouth and you swallow the bitter taste with a sigh and hum.

The hold he has on your hair loosens and his hand falls to cup your face to bring you back up to him for another long kiss. “Thanks for letting me do this,” San smiles against your lips and you tug him closer by his belt loops.

“Thanks for doing this,” you smile right back. “Next time, I’ll win.”

[fallstaticexit]

After the inevitable conflict between Lyric and Myrah mom ends their family dinner, Mel visits his old stomping grounds. The only good thing to come out of his parent's divorce as a child was moving to San Sequoia and meeting his friends and future wife. He really can't imagine his life without his tribe.

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Bonus: NOOOOO absolutely not

Loren: Hello?

Mel: Hey, Loren.

Loren: Hey.

Mel: Guess where I am.

Loren: Beats me. Where are you?

Mel: We used to loiter at the old pier when we were kids—me, you, and Aiden. Our rounds of tic-tac-toe and hangman are still etched into the old, rotten wood. Aiden didn’t know how to spell Mila Kunis and spelled it Mila Kunes, so we were playing for like an hour trying to figure out what the hell the word was. [chuckles] Remember?

Loren: Yeah. I remember, Mel.

Mel: Yeah...

Mel: Listen... I wanted to call because we haven’t talked about what happened.

Loren: I really don’t know what to say.

Mel: No, I know. I just- I wanted you and Maeve to know how sorry we are about all of this. You know we raised Selene better than that, and it really surprised and disappointed us.

Loren: We were disappointed too.

Loren: As a parent, you prepare for the big heartbreak, but I never imagined it would hurt like this. We’re having to rebuild our daughter from the ground up. It’s devastating. She didn’t deserve that.

Mel: I know. I feel so awful...

Loren: [sighs] You didn’t do anything, Mel. Selene is an adult, and she made a choice. A fucked-up one, but a choice nonetheless, and now we process and we move on.

Mel: Selene’s dropping from the tour.

Loren: Zoey would hate that. Despite everything, she would still want Selene to compete. At least to kick her ass, anyway.

Mel: Zoey’s an amazing young woman. You and Maeve did a great job.

Loren: Selene’s a good kid, too. A dumbass, but good. I don’t hate her. I love her like she’s my own. I just need her to work through her shit.

Mel: And are we still cool?

Loren: Yesss, Starboy. We’re cool. But if your daughter comes within 10 feet of mine, I’m going to kick her and your ass—at least for now.

Mel: Understood.

Loren: I love you, Mel. You and Nina are our family, always, ok? Anyway, I’m going to turn in for the night. Talk to you later-

Mel: Wait, there’s one more thing! My mom married a man half her age and didn’t tell anyone.

Loren: Fucking Myrah! [laughs]

Mel: Ok, there’s another. Olive is doing the same thing, except it’s a rich milf or something?

Loren: How many times do I have to tell you and Aiden, they’re not Milfs when they’re our age.

Mel: [chuckles] Night Loren.

Nina: Hey, you. Ready to head back to the hotel?

Mel: Yeah, but sit with me first. I just got off the phone with Loren. We were talking about Selene.

Nina: How’d that go?

Mel: We’re good. Just wish our kids were. I feel like the twins don’t think they can come and talk to us anymore.

Nina: Or maybe they’re in their 20s and they think they have it all figured out. Sounds familiar?

Mel: Is it really the same thing over and over?

Nina: But this time, we’re going to make sure we’re listening. If there’s anything I learned about your mother and Lyric, it’s that our children will always want to be heard. We should give them that when they’re ready to speak.

Mel: You always know what to say.

Nina: I learned by loving you.

Mel: Off subject but...remember that thing I said I always wanted to do?

Nina: Mel. It’s like...11pm at night.

Mel: Come onnn, nobody’s around. It’ll be quick.

Nina: Once you get started, you never want to stop.

Mel: We’ll use a safe word. The moment you want to stop, we’ll stop.

Nina: Just be gentle. We’re not in our 20s anymore.

Mel: We’ll go nice and slow.

Mel: [panting] See? That wasn’t so bad.

Nina: [breathlessly] Easy... for you to say...what happened to nice and slow?

Mel: Want to go again?

Nina: ...yeah, but hurry before someone calls the police. [laughs]

Mel: Hold on tight.

Nina: [squeals] Wait! I’m slipping!!

Mel: I said hold on! I’m gonna do a big spin.

Nina: OK! OK! Go!

[sourbinnie]

☆ silent ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angsty angst ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!ateez x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> malicious comments weren't gonna go unnoticed by your boyfriend even if he couldn't do anything about it. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n: second part of silent, hope you enjoy :] don't forget that i'm going on a trip so i'll see you all on sunday again !!!

-> the request | hyung line

-> the scenario

you didn't wanna attend at first but something about seeing your old friends made you give in. being there with your boyfriend also brought comfort to you and eased your nerves. anxiety couldn't help but kick in when you thought about seeing some of your old classmates and how they were doing right now. you've seen pictures all over instagram of them living their best lives and you were stuck in your job and trying your best to handle money wisely. your boyfriend didn't mind and your family was happy that you were where you were, so why did you have to doubt yourself?

well it was easy when you were surrounded with rich folks who didn't know anything but money and luxury. even after experiencing some of the stuff your boyfriend was used to, you couldn't get used to it but right now? yeah it was definitely too much and too show off for your liking. speaking of your boyfriend, he was there surrounded by people wanting to take photos with him, asking for autographs and wondering why he was here but nobody would kick him out because idols were sacred to them. you were thankful he would be supporting and cheering you on from a distance. 

well if you knew what was coming, you would've never brought him along.

"didn't know this was a reunion for the lowest of low." one of your old classmates said laughing and looked at you up & down. he was scanning you with his stare and it made you feel so small but you tried to think nothing of it yet you knew exactly what was happening.

"yeah same man, i thought this was gonna be an exclusive thing. good to see you though (y/n)!" another one exclaimed as she laughed. what did they expect from a high school reunion? to invite only the privileged old students? well maybe it would've been a better idea. 

"yeah good to see you." you said in a small voice, wanting nothing more than to leave with how you were being perceived. there was no doubt that your boyfriend was looking at you right at this moment. you wanted to leave, you were going to leave at any moment.

"hope you get a better job soon sweetie. since that dress/suit ain't looking too good." one added and you excused yourself as you left the scene. the tears threatening to spill at any moment as you tried to make sense of a direction to go to, far away from them.

san ✉

if yeosang was mad then san is the maddest of them all. he could not stand what just happened, it took everything in him not to run up to the guys who were messing with you. he stood there, like a statue as he watched you walk away and then he excused himself to find you. if someone found out about it, he didn't care, he needed to see you and comfort you right then and there. he would deal with the consequences when they showed up.

he found you, your face buried in your hands and a soft sob could be heard. he turned you around and hugged you, burying you in his arms and chest but you quickly broke off remembering someone could see you two.

"don't worry about that now love." he said but you shook your head as he sighed. he didn't want you to care about his idol image when you were feeling so down. then again he should be the one caring about that but he could not give a damn at that moment. "they're fucking stupid if they think like that and i'm sorry you had to go through that."

"sannie am i just different? am i just less than them?" you asked and it was his turn to shake his head. he couldn't believe that you were feeling this way and that you had believed their words in the end. it hurt him deeply that he was the cause of it somehow too because he should've been there defending you.

"you're so much more. if anything they're the ones missing out the amazing person that you are." he said looking at you then looking around one last time before kissing you. leaning in on a sweet kiss as he felt your lips moving against his and breaking away too soon. "god i wish i could go and show them you're the best person i've ever met." and even if you couldn't do that right now, you believed san word for word. 

mingi ✉

did he hear that correctly? did someone just diss you like that? he was not having it. bumping into one of them on purpose as he walked to find you and not even saying "excuse me" because they did not deserve it (this is mingi's way of seeing fuck you). he didn't get mad often but this sparked something in him, it was probably because it had to do with you and someone making you feel bad. he pretended a bit more until he actually got tired and worried trying to find you but you were nowhere in sight.

he found you in the car when the event was over and wiping your tears away. if he didn't feel like he won the worst boyfriend contest before, he sure did now. who the hell lets their significant other cry all alone?

"baby i'm here now, it's okay." he said as he hugged you and made you sit on his lap. wrapping his arms around protectively and kissing your cheek to make you feel a bit better at least. "god i'm sorry, i feel like such an idiot for letting that happen."

"it's not your fault mingi, don't blame yourself. especially when we both knew this was gonna happen." you said as you laid your head on his shoulder and hoped that the pain would go away with his embrace. 

"even if we did, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. listen babe, i hope you can see your friends again and have a good time because this was just out of hand and uncalled for." he said as he looked at you, the sight breaking him but at least he got to hold you now. he wasn't really good with words but his actions spoke louder than anyone did tonight and that brought the comfort you needed.

wooyoung ✉

he lived for teasing you but he knew when he was out of line. this was one of those moments where he knew that these were not your friends and they were the assholes you were afraid of encountering again. his gaze was on you the entire time even if it was kind of obvious, he wanted to make sure you were okay but when the situation was brought into the scene, he lost you in the crowd. 

he was so mad about losing you that he left mid conversation, not caring about the other person talking. he felt terrible knowing he insisted you to come to this place and now knowing you went through this all alone. he just wanted to make sure that you were okay first.

"god finally i found you." he said when he did indeed find you after searching the whole place. you were shivering from the cold but like the gentleman he is (sometimes), he put his jacket around your shoulders. "baby you look incredible in every way, don't let these idiots tell you otherwise."

"i know i'm stupid for believing them but it's hard. i feel so humiliated." you said and it bruised him how you were speaking in such a low tone with those teary eyes. 

"it wasn't okay and you know how i suck at comforting you when you're like this darling but i'm sorry. i'm sorry that you're feeling like this and that your stupid boyfriend couldn't do anything about it and i'm sorry you had to be the center of attention like that." he said as he put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. you didn't say anything in return as you sighed and let yourself go with wooyoung, whispering sweet comfort words in your ear.

jongho ✉

he hated making a scene but he knew exactly where this was gonna go when your ex classmates approached you. he would kindly tell them to fuck off if he could but he remained in his spot as he watched you leave and watched them laugh. how old were they that they thought this high school shit was okay? he excused himself and in the crowd looked for you everywhere. 

he was so frustrated and tired from the socializing that wouldn't stop even when he went looking for you. but eventually he found you at the entrance, luckily no one was around but he still felt so bad. his heart was heavy as he saw you, pretending that you were on your phone but wiping away the tears every now and again.

"lovely please don't believe them." he said which startled you but you knew that voice all too well as you turned around and saw him there. "you know they do that because they're unhappy with the life they have right?"

"well it doesn't show. how could they be unhappy when they have everything? i can barely afford my rent." you said as you bit your lip, not wanting to let the tears flow anymore but it was almost inevitable as you felt so stupid.

"they're never gonna know true happiness if they act like that." he said as he held your hand in his and looked at you. he had never seen you so defeated and sad, it crushed him. "but i know i found my true happiness with you and i hope you're able to forgive me for how i didn't act tonight." he muttered and you buried yourself in his embrace as he held and kissed your forehead.

[fixoffzz]

It all started with you

Stalker!Mingi x f!reader

Authors note | hey y’all uhm dis my first fanfic hope u enjoy it so uhm uhhh I made this while my phone is on 5% so uhm ha & English isn’t my first language so pls stand w me now, I may add a another part if y’all want😔

Warnings: Fluff, and smut IF YOU SQIUNT VERY VERY HARD😣 & some angst, mentions of se!lf h@rm, body dysmorphia, stalking etc

Word count: 2k+😭

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It all started with you. Mingi and yunho met you around the 7th grade they saw you crying in the corner while your knees were all bruised up. You looked up and saw mingis cool warm brown eyes & yunhos contagious smile. After that day you 3 were unstoppable people would say you were the power puff girls.

5 years later…

It’s the 12th grade the summer was fun hanging out with soyeon & jaehyun. But if you were telling the truth you missed mingi the whole summer, his sweet brown eyes, his black fluffy hair and his lanky body. You were excited to start the school year again seeing your 2 besties ‘ or so you thought. ‘ The lanky mingi you’ve known since 7th grade was lean, buff and let’s not forget yunho he gotten bigger too. The 2 boys had a MASSIVE glow up, almost every day a whole swarm of girls would approach the table asking for phone numbers, snaps, etc. You honestly didn’t know how to feel about it I mean you were happy with it but at the same time jealous. “ Miss Y/N? “ the teacher called then you’ve realized you’ve been in your thoughts all day long without understanding the math problem that was in front of you soyeon playfully smacked your shoulder “ OUCH THAT HURTS “ you wined soyeon laughing while saying “ well you can’t take your mind off of him can you? “ You looked at her with the same stare you gave San when he broke your only action figure of black panther. Yikes..

As the day moves forward you find yourself skipping class with wooyoung you guys usually find an empty classroom and talk shit about anyone or anything, everything was going fine until y’all heard footsteps. You guys ran into the nearest closet and hid sooner or later you hear 2-3 footsteps, then you hear voices it sounded like 1 male and 2 females. When the male spoke you knew it was mingi. “ So what do you want me to do “ mingi said, one of the girls laughed and said “ We want you to toy with her, I mean it’s so clear she’s obsessed with you so it will be easy you toy with her and you get aeri” Aeri.. that named ringed a bell or two in your head as you peeped through the crack of the door your could see mingi, aeri & her friend all standing together.

Aeri held onto mingi like if her life depended on it. You couldn’t help but feel jealous like you just wanted to go up to him and smack the living fuck out of him luckily wooyoung grabbed you in time. Then you heard mingi speak again.. “ Fine it’s a deal I’ll play with Y/N feelings. “ You stood there in shock wooyoung held his hand to his mouth gasping at what he just heard. You couldn’t hold it together anymore without no thought you opened the closet doors wide open and came out, all 3 of them looked like they’ve just seen a ghost. Wooyoung beside you came out looking at mingi like he was a disappointed father. “ y/n please let me try to explain “… mingi tried to talk but you just shushed him.. aeri and her friend “ Steff “ had just stood there laughing at you and mingi.

Aeri gripped onto mingi a little tighter as you just stood there and watched , a mix of anger, saddens, shock we’re all hitting you at once you ran out of the room holding in your tears as you run you bump into 2 guys. As you went to apologize one of them asked “ y/n hey hey what’s wrong? “ you looked up to see it was yunho and jaehyun. They saw as mingi and wooyoung were arguing inside the empty, clear class room windows you pushed them out of the way and dashed. Your feet were moving so fast your body didn’t have enough time to respond, “ hey jaehyun go after y/n I have to see what’s happening “ Jaehyun slightly nodded before running after you, Yunho stormed into the classroom and saw mingi, aeri & Steff all arguing with wooyoung all of them were yelling at the top of there lungs.

Mingis eyes found yunhos and he went quiet. All attention went to yunho “ can someone explain what the fuck is happening? “

After the school day you found yourself hugging jaehyun as much as you can at the corner of your eye you could see yunho scolding mingi. And then “ Oops guess the crybaby is now wet how ironic? Is that“ Aeri laughed as you pulled away from jaehyun water poured on your back you turned around to see aeri laughing. “ Look here okay, mingi never liked you and he will never like you, he always complained how your a pain in the ass ever since the 7th grade.” You could notice how mingi would find you annoying during the 7th grade when you started yapping about the new avatar movie coming out, you would always think it bothered him but no, he loved every time you talked to him anything you would say he would always remember it he would always listen to the details, because it all started with you..

During the 10th grade mingi had made a confession to yunho explaining how he loved you so much it hurts to see you cry, he would kill anyone that would make you sad or angry… But little did he know that he would be the cause of your pain..

Jaehyun pushed Ari and went in front of you protecting you, he tightly held onto your waist. You could see a crowd started to huddle around you 3 while yunho stopped his scolding and payed attention to what was happening, mingi eyes was lit up with anger & jealousy as San ran up to you and gave you his sweater. Jaehyun on the other hand started yelling and screaming at aeri, chaewon had come up and started yelling too wondering why aeri would do that to you in the mist of all this.. “ he showed up.. he showed up grabbed her waist and started yelling at jaehyun.. “ in the mist of all of this.. mingi had started yelling at jaehyun and then pointed his direction to you and started yelling at you saying you were nothing more than just a booster. Can you believe that?!

a fucking booster for him, of course mingi meant nothing he said but at the time his thoughts flew at 89MPH everything was going to fast..

But how did this start? How did mingi possibly turn into this? This fucking dipshit? This jerk? Well it started around summer time at the time were yunho & mingi were just the same lanky best friends you’ve known since 7th Grade. Yunho had been talking with yeosang for a while and yeosang was very popular especially with the girls, since yunho and him were good friends he thought he would invite him to a party a party that mingi wanted to take you so badly but figured last minute you were leaving to go on a trip with soyeon and jaehyun.

Yunho’s POV :

💬 yunho: Hey mingi

💬 mingi: wsgg

💬 yunho: so I was wondering do you wanna come to this party…

💬 mingi: PARTY WHAT FUCKING PARY WHAT?!?!?!!

💬yunho: yeosang invited me

Delivered….

Read 6:15PM today..

💬yunho: uhm hello mingi?

Read 6:16PM today..

💬yunho: OKAY STOP LEAVING ME ON READ YOU DIPSHIT…

💬mingi: how would I ask y/n to uhm..

💬 yunho: spit it out…

💬mingi: okay I wanna ask out y/n to come…

*Read 6:35PM today…*

💬yunho: bet..

“ Bro mingi wear something good for onceee” yunho said while yelling.. “ BRO IM WEARING THE BEST I CAN” honestly it’s been a couple of days ever since that conversation mingi & asked u out but not really he just asked you to come to the party with them.. of course u couldn’t but that was fine tho you make it up to him.. or so you thought…

Once they got to the party yunho became a social butterfly talking to anyone and everyone, with mingi being the tall shy giant he was he just stood in the corner while yeosang approached him introducing himself, mingi was lucky yeosang was doing all the talking, yeosang was introducing mingi to his friends then he saw aeri, aeri was a pretty, skinny, long dark hair. Her eyes looked mingi up and down mingi couldn’t lie he felt a little nervous, aeri looked mingi up and down then laughed the group cleared and mingi started a conversation with aeri, aeri couldn’t help but compliment him he was shy and appreciate the compliment. “ Mingi your a good looking guy but how about I give you and your friend a glow up” aeri said with a wink following mingi being mingi accepted and then it started..

Going back to current time…

After the incident your friend group unfriended mingi and for the next 2 months it was a struggle more of a rollercoaster ride than getting over a break over a simple break, every time you would walk the hallways with jaehyun mingi would always give you stares with aeri following with her nasty looks. It was October the air was warm the leaves were falling off the trees everything was good… expect for him..

The guy who had been on your mind ever since 7th grade.. song mingi you hated how his name was still in your mind, you hated how he made you feel every damn time.. you thought it was just you, you that made everything wrong. When you got back from school soyeon had invited to a party you declined because you had “ Homework “ simply you knew that wasn’t that it… you just didn’t want to see him..

You took off all your clothes and look in the mirror, you stared and stared noticing how your body was fat.. & how the remedy didn’t match up.. but aeri no she was the prefect girl, you looked at the mirror reflecting the imgaine of your body to your eyes.. your couldn’t start to bare the sight of it in a mist you threw the biggest object near you at the mirror smashing it.. you couldn’t handle this any more you couldn’t, with mingi pretending that you don’t exist.. was the cherry on top for everything.. without a second thought you grabbed the box cutter & made small cuts on your wrist easing into the pain. Yes this is how you coped with the pain yes yes oh yes this is it, you felt unconscious in you room then “ black out “ You woke to the sight if being on the bed with your wrist hurting like shit..

You were in an oversized sweater & some boxers with the cuts on your wrist being covered with bandages, you could make out a figure a tall man very lean soft black hair with the most comfortable scent, like nature but cologne over took it as-wellaswell you finally could figure out who it was… it was mingi.. yes mingi ‘ you possibly thought you were dreaming you couldn’t even process what was going on knowing you’ve probably went black out due to the blood which hasn’t been the first time when you woke up you stood yourself on the bed your torso sitting up while your legs were relaxing mingi had felt the movement and turned to look at you.. he was wearing baggy jeans and a hoodie mingis eyes were stuffy and big. You could tell he been crying ever since that day.. As he went to speak trying to explain you stopped him “ Mingi what the fuck are you doing here I don’t want you near me. “ you spat out your tone was scary, and fierce.. all mingi could do was cry all of a sudden he broke down forgetting everything and everyone expect you in the moment as much as you hated mingi for everything he’s done you couldn’t help but hold him in your arms as his head was buried deep into your chest.. he calmed down then looked up to you and he’s started to explain himself “ Y/n I’m sorry I’ll explain it all I’m sorry “

[piduai]

Cinematograph: Another Story

Asirpa: Alright, let us film the next story about Panampe and Penampe.

Sugimoto: Eeeh, are we doing that vulgar stuff again? Don't you have anything else?

Shiraishi: I'm with Sugimoto on this one! It sure would be nice if there were any, like, sorrowful love stories that pull at your heartstrings that we could shoot.~

Tanigaki: Sugimoto and Shiraishi are right. Haven't we had enough stories in which someone just stupidly dies in the end, Asirpa?

Asirpa: Fine, fine, I get it! Listen here, you'll definitely love the next one.

So, a summary:

One day, while Panampe was down at the river setting up a fish trap, he saw a penis sticking out of it.

Sugimoto: Just why?!

Asirpa: When Panampe asked if he should pick it up with his hand, it shook its neck in disagreement. When he asked if he should pick it up with his mouth, the penis nodded.

Shiraishi: Ouch... I hate this so much...

Asirpa: So Panampe put it in his mouth and went home, and when he went to sleep, he left it by his pillow. And at night, in the darkness, a scuttling sound shook up the entire house. When Panampe woke up in the morning, his house was full of treasure, and the penis has disappeared...

Seeing Panampe living so lavishly, Penampe has come to inquire how he managed to come by his riches. After hearing his story, Penampe has pissed and shitted a little all over the entrance of Panampe's house, and ran away.

Sugimoto: What the hell are you doing, Penampe?!

Asirpa: In the same manner, when Penampe was setting up a fish trap at the river, he saw a penis sticking out of it. So he asked how he should pick it up. When he asked whether he should pick it up with his hand, it shook its neck. When he asked whether he should use his mouth, it nodded.

Sugimoto: Don't you be nodding, that's fucking disgusting!

Asirpa: Penampe flipped his lid, grabbed that penis and blew it out of the water and onto the riverside, and has proceeded to kick and roll it on the ground until he got home. And at night, in the darkness, a scuttling sound shook up the entire house. Penampe woke up in the morning with a big grin on his face, but when he looked around... His house was full of various penises scattered everywhere in great amount.

Shiraishi: That's hell...

Asirpa: And no matter how he'd try to clean it up, new penises just kept falling on him. He exhausted himself out and died. Penampe died a stupid death.

Sugimoto: So he died after all.

Shiraishi: Which part of this was a heart-wrenching love story?!

Sugimoto: Does this Ainu story really exist, anyway?

Asirpa: Of course it does. It's an Ainu story passed down from generation to generation from long ago. It wasn't me who made it up.

Sugimoto: You sure?

Shiraishi: No, wait, but why can't it be made up? Not about Panampe and Penampe, but a new story made up by you, Asirpa-chan.

Asirpa: By me?

Sugimoto: Shiraishi, you sure know what to say! Hey, the stories of Panampe and Penampe were made up by someone too, right? So it's fine if it's something that you, as an Ainu, have come up with, Asirpa-san! It just has to be about the Ainu! If it's a story that can be passed down from Ainu to Ainu for a hundred, two hundred years, it's bound to become a real part of Ainu culture!

Asirpa: I see! Since I'm a new age Ainu, I can just make a new Ainu story!

Shiraishi: Exactly!

Asirpa: Alright! Sergeant Tsukishima, come here and write down the story I'm about to come up with!

Tsukishima: Hm? Why me?

Koito: Just shut up and do it, Sergeant Tsukishima!

Asirpa: Okay, here I go... Once upon a time, at a certain place, there was a giant penis...

Sugimoto: Hold on. Just let Panampe and Penampe go! Haven't we decided that you're going to make up a new story from scratch?

Asirpa: Easy for you to say... Alright, Sugimoto, you help me out then.

Sugimoto: Huh? Me? Hmmm... Well... Alright, as the setting, first of all... On one night, a gleaming vessel has descended from the skies. On it lived a family of bizarre Kamuy. The child Kamuy comes down and gets lost. It's left behind in the human world.

Asirpa: Yeah, that's good. What next?

Sugimoto: And by chance, he meets an Ainu boy. They become friends, but since that Kamuy has a weird appearance, they need to steer clear of adults and keep it hidden.

Shiraishi: What would a Kamuy with a weird appearance look like?

Sugimoto: Ugh, well... Uhhhh... Let me see... It'd be stark naked, its face and body covered in creases like on Asirpa-san's mouth, it'd have no hair, its legs would be very short, and its arms and neck would be very long.

Asirpa: That'd be a strange Kamuy indeed.

Sugimoto: The Meiji government officials hear of that Kamuy, and they want to catch and study it. But the Ainu children and the Kamuy run away on a dugout canoe!

Asirpa: That's so interesting! What next?

Sugimoto: They're about to get caught, but the canoe takes flight! With the help of the powers of that creature! And they fly over the big, round moon!

*he starts singing the theme song of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial*

Asirpa: I like that it has extraordinary powers! What if it could heal people's wounds just by touching them?

Sugimoto: That sounds like a beautiful scene! The boy hurts his finger, and the Kamuy...

Asirpa: Grows a penis out of the wound, and its tip is shining!

*she also starts singing the theme song of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial*

Sugimoto: Wait a second! Why are we back to Panampe and Penampe?!

Asirpa: Oh, we can't?

Sugimoto: Haven't we just agreed to cease the dirty stuff?! Why can't we make this a nice, lovely story!

Shiraishi: You know, when I think about it, something bald, with a long neck, that looks like a naked granny, it sounds pretty gross in the first place. It's disgusting and nobody would want to look at that.

Sugimoto: Oh, is that so?

Narrator: Sugimoto, however, had a premonition!

Shiraishi: But if it was something more fun, it would become known from word of mouth and lots of people would want to watch it. Nobody wants to look at a gross little creature. Asirpa-chan's goal here is to make people at large aware of Ainu culture as a means of leaving something behind, right?

Asirpa: Shiraishi is right. Isn't there anything else? Hey, Second Lt. Koito, you think of something, too.

Koito: Me? Hmm... Let's see... What if the Kamuy was cuter? With fluffy fur, a round shape. A very cute creature.

Sugimoto: Like Tanigaki?

Koito: No, no, I mean something smaller, a cat-like thing. Also... Alright. It's something the main character's Father buys for him as a gift. In Hakodate, which is full of foreigners, in a sketchy shop.

Asirpa: Good, good, then what?

Koito: But there's three rules for keeping that Kamuy in the house. Rules you can't break no matter what.

Asirpa: And those rules are?

Koito: First, it cannot abide light. If it gets exposed to the sun, it dies.

Asirpa: Oh, that's an interesting Kamuy.

Koito: Second rule is that it can't come near water.

Sugimoto: Does it die?

Koito: No, it doesn't die, but... It multiplies. It becomes two!

Shiraishi: From even one drop?

Koito: That's right! It multiplies from even one drop of water!

Sugimoto: So if you dropped it into a lake or something it would have been great trouble.

Koito: Obviously!

Tsukishima: Would it multiply even if it got a bit of its own pee on its leg?

Koito: Pee?! I'm telling you it's water! Pee is not water.

Tsukishima: Since it doesn't get triggered if there's impurities present, won't it not multiply if it comes in contact with lake water, which is full of impurities?

Koito: Shut up, Tsukishima!

Asirpa: Just ignore him and go on, Second Lt. Koito!

Koito: Hmpf. Third rule is that you cannot feed it after midnight.

Shiraishi: What happens if you do?

Koito: It transforms into a monster. It becomes a ferocious beast that attacks humans!

Sugimoto: That does sound cool!

*theme song of Gremlins starts playing*

Tsukishima: Please wait a second. What if it starts eating right before midnight, chews the food thoroughly, and the clock strikes 12 just as it passes through its throat? What then?

Koito: Uh!... Well...

Tsukishima: What if there's some food stuck between its teeth, and it manages to get it out and swallow it after midnight? Does it transform into a monster in that scenario?

Koito: What an annoying bastard... You're really one for nitpicking, Tsukishima!

Sugimoto: It does seem that the setting is a bit complicated... The audience could have trouble keeping up with a convoluted story.

Koito: Ugh...

Tanigaki: Can I try, too?

Shiraishi: Ooh, Tanigaki Genjirou-chan! You thought of something, too?

Tanigaki: How about this? One day, an astronomer was observing the sky and noticed that a big asteroid was approaching...

Sugimoto: An asteroid? Oh, that sounds like a grand story.

Tanigaki: The government officials fall into a panic and try to come up with ways of the military shooting it down, but they fail. It's huge, so it can't be broken apart. If that asteroid manages to hit the Earth, it will surely wipe humanity out.

Koito: So? What do they do?

Tanigaki: So they ask the coal miners for help. They figure that if they manage to dig a whole and put explosives there, they could blow it up. It's the same as using dynamite to blow up the ground when mining for coal.

Sugimoto: Oh, I see, they want to blow it up from the inside.

Tanigaki: The miners jump onto the meteor, and start digging...

Tsukishima: And how exactly do they manage to get on that meteor, Private First Class Tanigaki?

Tanigaki: Huh? Um... Maybe they use a hot air balloon or something...

Tsukishima: Well then that would be impossible! A hot air balloon can only go as far as there is air. There is absolutely no way it could approach an asteroid, that comes shooting straight from space like a bullet. No way.

Tanigaki: Ugh... Well, what about shooting the coal miners onto the meteor using a giant cannon?

Asirpa: What if there was an extended penis? Everyone straddles it and shoots right into the sky...

*she starts singing the theme song of Armageddon*

Sugimoto: Asirpa-san, just forget about Panampe and Penampe.

Tsukishima: So that's a no for Tanigaki, too. The premise itself is so ridiculous you can't even focus on the story. Not captivating at all. Go back to Akita.

Tanigaki: Oh... I see...

Koito: And are you able to come up with anything, Sergeant Tsukishima?

Tsukishima: What? Me?

Koito: Obviously! You think of something too, instead of turning down everything! Even a moron can sit around and criticize something someone else has made!

Tsukishima: Well... Alright... What about the main character being... a young, poor... painter? He... manages to get hold of the cheapest ticket on a luxurious ferry ride, and is on his way back to his homeland. On the same boat there's a beautiful woman who is being forced into a marriage with an arrogant upper class guy. She doesn't want that marriage, so she tries to kill herself by jumping into the night sea... But she's saved by the main character, and the two of them fall in love.

Sugimoto: Oh my, that does sound lovely!

Shiraishi: What next, what next? Tell me more!

*theme song of Titanic starts playing*

Tsukishima: But the boat hits an iceberg, and as the passengers notice that they've started gradually sinking, the situation on board becomes dire.

Tanigaki: That's rough...

Tsukishima: As the giant boat fills with water, the two are desperate for a way to save themselves...

Koito: And then? What next? What happens to them, Tsukishima?!

Tsukishima: The boat gets split in two, and sinks... They're thrown into the freezing winter ocean.

Shiraishi: No way! How could that happen...

Tsukishima: The main character manages to put his girlfriend on a broken floating door and save her, but, as he loses all his strength due to the cold, he succumbs to his death, sinking into the freezing dark water... After that, the woman calls herself by the dead painter's surname in order to avoid that dreaded marriage, and the story ends with her, all old now, telling everyone this tale.

Sugimoto: *while sobbing* What a tragic, beautiful thing! They will come! They will all come to watch it! You're the best, Sergeant Tsukishima!

Asirpa: Woudn't it be better if the woman rode the main character's enormous testicles instead?

Sugimoto: I told you to stop bringing up Panampe and Penampe, damn it!!

Asirpa: The painter was a tanuki in disguise! Wouldn't it be better if his balls became huge and everyone survived?

Shiraishi: That would be awful, actually. You're ruining it, Asirpa-chan!

Koito: What is that...

Tanigaki: Horrible...

Asirpa: Well, anyway, this whole thing has nothing to do with the Ainu, so it's a no from me. You lot really have no eye for this thing at all.

*everyone is upset*

Asirpa: Alright, now back to Panampe and Penampe...

[ken-dom]

Keyboard Smash

Steven Wingdings x afab!reader

1k words

∘₊✧ Summary: fonts drive him crazy in more ways than one.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: this is the drabble I was toying with writing… don’t @ me! This was entirely encouraged by the usual suspects, and I simply couldn’t resist

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, rough sex, dubious consent, slightly creepy vibes including a storm, very silly, probably classed as a crack fic if it wasn’t also pure smut, crying, meltdowns, font kink

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Your fingertips tapped the keyboard, the little squares clicking the letters into being on the screen before you.

You knew he would disapprove of this font, but it was easy on the eyes and you always managed to write more when you used it.

You could always change it afterwards. He would never need to know. What’s the harm?

You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms and sighing, tired but so close to finishing up.

You relaxed into your seat, amused by the eerie atmosphere in the room. The bright white light of your computer screen provided the only illumination in the room, aside from the occasional forks of lightning lighting up the night sky through your window. You smiled. He’d probably like that.

And with a loud clap of thunder and another dramatic flash of lightning, he appeared behind you, his shadow flooding your desk with darkness. It was as if he materialised out of nowhere. You jolted up, spinning around in your chair to see him standing behind you, furious and dripping with rainwater.

He didn’t say a word at first, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your screen, carefully taking in the words you’d written. And the font. Oh fuck. The font.

‘Comic sans,’ he muttered under his breath, taking his glasses off to wipe them clean of raindrops and place them delicately back on his face. ‘Comic fucking sans?’

‘I intend to change it when I’m done, but-’

‘Spare me!’ he roared, falling to his knees before you. ‘You’re writing a masterpiece like that in comic sans?! It’s tainted. I’ll never unsee it. You actively clicked on the font drop down, scrolled to C, and selected it, knowing how it would look!’

He was practically sobbing at this point.

‘I- I’m sorry, Steven, at least it’s not Pap-’

‘Don’t speak its name in front of me!’ he screeched.

‘Why don’t we just change the font right now, hm? What do you like? Times New Roman? Calibri?’

‘You can change it, but I’ll never unsee that hideous clown scribble!’ he wailed.

‘Is there anything I can do?’ you offered, beginning to feel at a loss, until a stroke of genius struck. Or so you hoped. ‘Here, how about-’

You turned back to the computer, highlighting the entirety of your work and choosing a new font. Something that would throw him off. Bring him back to you.

There was one you’d never used that caught your eye with its name alone; Satisfy. It seemed like it would be awkward to write in and more appropriate for titles, but it’s cursive style and sensual name immediately got your attention — perhaps it would get his too.

You read over some of your work while you waited for him to finish up his dramatics. It looked a little bit like his handwriting and you smiled at that, wondering if he’d actually copied it for his own penmanship.

Another flash of lightning and he was up again, his hand at your shoulder, warm and caressing.

‘Oh?’ he breathed.

You didn’t speak. Not yet. You let him take it in, biting your lips together in anticipation as he looked over you.

‘Oh, that’s very nice, that’s- mmh…’

‘See? That’s better,’ you smiled, pleased with yourself at having calmed him.

‘Over the desk,’ he instructed, low and commanding. ‘Now.’

You stood, heat flooding to your core at the suddenly seductive tone of his voice, and began to move the keyboard away for space, but a big, strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pinned it to the desk.

‘No. Leave the keyboard. I want to see our work.’

Excited, you propped yourself above it, while he made quick work of unfastening his trousers and sliding yours down, his elegant fingers immediately flying to your folds, circling your clit and ghosting over your slick entrance.

‘Mmh, soaked… you like it too?’

In all honesty you couldn’t say you had ever been aroused by a font. But then you’d never had a screaming, crying meltdown over one either. You guessed his reaction to Satisfy must have been as strong as his reaction to Papyrus had been all those weeks ago when you’d dragged him inside off the road, wet and shaking.

‘Yes,’ you agreed, not wanting him to stop.

Much to your disappointment, he did stop, but only for a moment; the next, he slammed his cock into you hard, stretching you open and driving his hips in sharp snaps against you whilst his free hand pushed your head into the keyboard.

An assortment of random letters and numbers burst onto the screen, displaying more of that delicious font, and he whined desperately.

His other hand snaked around your belly and to the apex of your thighs, rubbing furiously at your sensitive nub, making you squirm back against him. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you were ready to explode.

‘Say it,’ he cried hungrily, ‘say it!’

‘Satisfy!’ you moaned, not even needing to sex up your voice in the slightest. The font might not turn you on, but he did, and his request for you to say its name opened the floodgates into a string of needy moans.

Feeling you begin to clench around him, it took only a few more ragged thrusts and he emptied his release into you with force, a guttural growl echoing around the room while you milked him of all he had.

He collapsed, weak and groaning, on top of you, heavy breaths loud in your ear as he withdrew his length, carefully tucking himself back into his trousers and standing as soon as he was able.

‘Keep up the good work,’ he praised you.

And just like that, he was gone again, leaving you limp over the desk, leaking your combined juices onto the floor, Satisfy leaving a long trail of F’s and C’s and D’s in the space beneath your work where you were still pressed against the keyboard.

‘Comic fucking sans,’ you whispered, laughing to yourself as you peeled off the keys. ‘I’ll give him Satisfy.’

[nephilimcursed]

Admin Bubble: The way I made Bella's children with the boys even though she doesn't live to have children-

Vasia (Reiji's daughter)

-Our firstborn! -Oldest daughter, she's very sweet and well mannered but she does know how to let loose when needed. -Has her mother's golden eyes, like the rest of her siblings. -Becomes the 8th parent when all of her fathers and her mother is busy with another sibling and another needs help.

Ayato [Junior] (Ayato's son)

-Second oldest, but acts just like his father. -Love basketball, but has never been able to top Ayato. Someday he will. -Terrorizes Vasia, and his parents with non-stop pranks. -He was named Ayato Juinor by Ayato. The nurse came in with the paperwork while everyone was asleep after the tiring experience. And Ayato signed the paperwork while putting his name down as Ayato Juinor. The other guys were pissed when they woke up-

Minerva (Laito's daughter)

-The most sweet and innocent out of the bunch, miraculously. Laito really doesn't want her to ever become less innocent. -She loves fall, she always has. She especially loves drinking hot chocolate and back-to-school season. -She knows French, Laito taught her very young. They speak it when it's a sensitive topic or they just want to talk without people listening. -Is the daydreamer of the bunch.

Rhett (Subaru's son)

-Inherited his dad's emo gene. -Became a Shadowhunter just like his mother. But in this, The Clave doesn't exist anymore, so he works without anyone telling him what to do. -He loves rock music like his dad. -Learned self-defense from both his mother and father. Now he goes over things with his siblings every once in a while to make sure they stay safe.

Katherine (Reijis daughter)

-Kathy is a bit childish, but she adores pretty and expensive-looking things.

-Bit of a klutz, but her father loves her. Reiji sees her as a girl who needs a lot of work to turn into a lady. But he still loves her as she's his youngest child. -Katherine is named after Bella's middle name: Bella Katherine Wayland. -Kanato is also very accustomed to her, even if she isn't his blood child.

Evangeline-(Kanatos daughter)

-Eva was named by Kanato, and he chose that name because Bella (in this universe) almost died giving birth to Eva. And Evangeline means "bringer of good news". [The good news being Bella and his child survived.]

-Loves San Rio, especially Kuromi. -Kanato treats her a lot like his doll too. But in a more platonic way, of course. -Is the most fashionable of the bunch.

Ambrose-(Shuus son)

-He is a super energetic boy. -The only thing that leaves him calmer is writing music, which he does with his father sometimes. -He's always doing something- almost like Kid!Shuu. -He's very empathetic, although he doesn't know how to healthily press someone for information so he pesters a lot.

Leila-(Subarus Daughter)

-Leila is an acrobat, yes. -Subaru also supports it until he finds out this makes her sexualized and objectified by men. -Her favorite sibling is Eva, so they hang out a lot. -She's a little too confident, which nobody knows how she got that confidence. But she's the type to trust herself completely.

Basil-(Kanato's son)

-Basil loves to make candy, much to his father's happiness. -However, he can be compared to Kanato in terms of difficulty. He is very easy to upset. Although he doesn't get violent. He'll just guilt you into getting what he wants. -Kanato may have taught him a few of his tricks. -He gets along with Eva fairly well, considering they both share their fathers purple hair.

Rowan-(Shuu's son)

-Rowan is a lot like his father, but he isn't exactly bored of life. He's just a cute kid who prefers his dream land. -Loves his bed more than anything. -Is very close with Vasia. -He's the youngest, but he'll say something so nasty sometimes- Reiji has told Shuu to wash his mouth out with soap but Shuu thinks he's fucking hilarious so he just tells him not in front of Reiji.

[darling--angst]

"I'm only a fool, am I not?"

Pt. 1

Cheating

Dazai x reader || Chuuya x Reader

Angst + small fluff

Sike this isn't a one shot but another series! Be patient suckers! (I'm sorry if that offended you)

Dazai has been out all night and you don't know where he's been. He came home 1:00 am a day after your anniversary, drunk, disheveled, with a woman's perfume on his coat and kiss marks everywhere. All those bloody signs he was cheating on you, you didn't mind, because you loved him too much that it hurts. Everytime he was in that kind of state, you would just look at him forcing a smile saying something like "welcome home, Hun" and he'd just reply in silence. It pained you, that the man who swore to love you and who swore to never hurt you cheating on you. Back then, you tried to convince yourself that he was just stressed from the mafia and is at work; but you worked at the mafia yourself as an executive at that meaning you knew his schedule and you knew you can't keep lying to yourself any longer. You needed comfort you knew that more than anyone, but the most thing you need is reassurance that you're over Dazai and that your ready to let him go. You packed your things so when your ready, you will leave without any inconveniences.

One day, you were done, your patience and love for him breaking like rubber bands snapping because of being too stretched. You still went to work that day but your office beside Dazai means he know when you were passing by to leave making it easy for him to cheat.

You passed by his office noticing he was observing when you leave. You walked home. Dropping your stuff in the couch and you left with just your purse and phone. You went to the bar you frequented back then and saw the familiar ginger, with Ane-san and Hirotsu-kun. When yu entered they noticed you and smiled. As usual Chūya was drunk and Ane-san was there to take care of him.

"So how have you been Y/n-san" Koyou asked.

"Yeah how has that bastard been treating you" Chuuya slurred.

"It's been hard" you replied with a forced smile on your face.

"I can tell" Hirotsu said.

"How so?" You asked

"You never come to the bar as you used to" he replied

Since that time you got drunk and told them what had been happening all these time. Koyou was so mad she almost went to the your shared house to cut off Dazai's head. You and Hirotsu tried to stop her while Chūya encouraged her that Dazai was just a sick bastard. After calming her down you are now fully drunk with Chūya, and Ane-san sighed having to take care of two trouble makers.

"You know Y/n..." He slurred

"hMm?" You asked.

"You should've just dated me and not that asshole Dazai" he replied which made you surprised of how bold Chuuya is when drunk.

After that it was 11:53 pm and Koyou was tired of both of you, thankfully both of you are now asleep so she called Akutagawa for help. Koyou thought it was bad that you stayed with Dazai so she let you crash in her place without you knowing of course.

You walk up with a pain in your head. "Ugh!" You groaned. You dressed up all familiar with Koyou's place and came to your house. She told you to just leave Dazai right now but of course you have to go to your house and reasoned with her that you have to get your stuff in which she agreed to let you go.

You opened the door in which you see nobody there or so you thought. You sighed in relief to get your suitcase to leave just as Ane-san had suggested but all those plans were thrown out the window when you heard the door creak.

"Your late." You hear his cold voice

"..." You ignored his question and had a cold face on. Your wrist was held by Dazai roughly.

"Agh!" You winced in pain

"Y/n.. What. Are. You. Doing" he demanded an answer this time glancing at the suitcase behind you.

"What does it looks like? I'm leaving, our relationship is over. You can go back to whoever you've been fucking for the last few months and I'll leave. " You said cold-heartedly.

"How..did you know..?-" He asked but was interupted by you

"Fuck it Osamu! I'm tired of this! Do you want me to beg for you?! WELL GUESS WHAT I WON'T SINCE I'M ONLY A FOOL am I not?! YOU SICK FUCK!" You lashed out and grabbed your suitcase shutting the door on him, leaving.

You crashed at Chūya's place that time for comfort. You were pretty much confused on why he would be shy around you. Now you were alone in the night, moonlight lighting his beautiful orange hair.

"Y/n.. I know it's not a good time to ask a girl who just broke up with her boyfriend but will you be my lover?" He sweetly said. But of course Chūya only said because you were asleep, too tired after drinking and crying. He caresses your red cheeks and gave you a kiss on the forehead. He curled his fist angry that you cried because of his partner, Dazai.

[mamawasatesttube]

42 “i know you” with either tim or kon saying it to the other 👉👈 or both

"Stay back!"

Tim freezes. The wind whips at his hair and clothes, cool despite the sunny California day; white-capped waves roll across the San Francisco Bay off in the distance, and the Golden Gate stretches across the water to the north. It would be a peaceful, pristine day, if not for what happened earlier.

"Kon," he tries, taking a slow step forward, then another. Kon sits at the very edge of the rooftop, arms wrapped around his knees; he doesn't turn around. "Listen—"

His foot rams into an invisible wall. Tim reaches out with one hand to touch it, skims his finger along it, and finds that it extends up as far as he can reach. No footholds, of course.

Kon still won't look at him. His voice is taut and brittle, and Tim aches for him. "I said, stay back."

"Kon." Tim pushes against the TTK barrier helplessly; it doesn't give even an inch, of course, but he bangs a fist against it anyway. "Let me in."

"What if I hurt you?" Kon challenges. The day may be sunny, but in the dome of TTK in front of Tim, a storm is raging; he can see the strain on all the pebbles and bits of rubble on the rooftop, being pushed and pulled this way and that, trembling from the pressure. "I've done it once. What if I do it again?"

"No, you haven't," Tim corrects. "Lex Luthor hurt me once, using you as a weapon."

"That's just it!" Kon's hands slam down onto the edge of the rooftop. Tim notes, though, that they leave no cracks in their wake. "I was—I was made as a weapon, Tim, I was made to hurt people, and—and those guys earlier, they were right to be scared of me! I'm—I'm dangerous and I could hurt so many people if I get used as a weapon again!"

He whips around, finally, and Tim can see the tear-tracks staining his cheeks. His heart cracks a little bit further in his chest.

"I'm not afraid of you, Kon." He lifts his chin. "I never could be."

The TTK surges forward, suddenly; it wraps around Tim faster than the blink of an eye, pinning his arms to his sides and his legs together as it pulls him close to Kon, until Kon tips his chin up with one finger. His eyes are teary-bright.

"I can feel all the blood pumping through your body right now," Kon says, his voice raw. "I can feel all the air in your lungs. I could—I could just—it would be so easy, if I wanted to—if I wanted to just stop your heart. Freeze your lungs. Suck all the air right out of you and watch you suffocate surrounded by fresh air. I could—I could do so many horrible, fucked up, awful things to you! And you say you could never be scared of me?!"

Another tear escapes, rolling down his cheek and dripping from his chin onto his shirt. God, seeing those two kids terrified of him earlier, when he appeared from the sky, furious with Metallo, his eyes glowing red... that really did a number on him, didn't it?

"Yeah," Tim agrees easily. Kon will know it's the truth; he already must know the way Tim's heart rate hasn't spiked at all despite the manhandling. Tim trusts him far too much for that. "Because you'll never do any of those things, no matter how easy it is to think of them."

Kon's invisible grip on him slackens, then falls away entirely, setting him back on his feet so gently Tim could weep. "Tim," he manages, voice even rougher. "Tim, I... they made me as a secret weapon against Superman, and then they told me I was a hero. I'm not... They... How can you say that?"

Tim reaches up and cradles Kon's face in both hands, his thumbs stroking tenderly over his tearstreaked cheeks. Kon is still, frozen, petrified, as Tim leans forward, draws him closer, until he can press their foreheads together, and their noses brush. Kon's skin is warm to the touch, and he smells faintly of sunshine.

"Because." Tim strokes his cheeks again, thumbs away another stray tear. "I know you. And I know you are so much more than what you're scared of."

"Tim," Kon pleads. He sounds so lost and heartbroken that Tim's chest aches; he slips one hand around to cradle the back of Kon's neck, keeping him close. "Tim, I—I didn't mean to scare them, I didn't—"

"I know." Tim rubs their noses together, staying close; he wants to make sure he's all Kon can see. "I know you didn't. It's okay. They were already scared by everything going on. It's not your fault, Kon. You're good."

Kon sucks in a shaky breath. Tim offers him a slight smile; Kon bites his lip, clearly torn. "I... I don't want anyone to be scared of me."

"I know. I know." Tim rubs a slow, gentle circle into the back of his neck, his chest tight with tenderness. How can he possibly get it through his Kon's head, just how wonderful he is, just how bright and kind and trustworthy?

Kon sniffles. Tim thumbs away the next tear that falls. He almost wants to kiss away the one after that, but chickens out—reconsiders—at the last second; this doesn't seem like the time to spring his feelings on Kon. Not when he's already so vulnerable. God, Tim just wants to protect him.

"You listen to me, though." He gently taps a finger against Kon's nose. "You're a hero, and a damn good one. So many people feel safer with you around. You give us hope. And me, personally? You've saved my ass so many times. There's no one else I'd rather have at my back. And beyond that, you're my best friend. You make me happy, Kon. And I trust you. So I will never, ever be afraid of you."

(In fact, and Tim knows it is definitely not the time to bring this up, but he can't quite stop himself from thinking it: the fact that Kon can manhandle him without even lifting a finger? Not at all scary. More like kinda really hot.)

(Ahem.)

Kon's lower lip wobbles. For a moment, he just stares at Tim, his eyes wide; then the dam finally, finally bursts. He chokes on a sob, buries his face in Tim's neck, and clings to him like a lifeline as he starts to cry in earnest.

Tim hugs him tight, rubs his back, and rests his cheek against his hair. He has never felt more protective in his fucking life. "I got you, clone boy," he murmurs. "I got you."

And he'll happily sit here in the sunny remnants of that ebbing storm and hold him, for however long as it takes.

50 Prompts About Devotion

[fixfoxnox]

Actually you know what, can we get a gaz getting kidnapped by ultranationalist Roach, I mean we got the others (sans price but he goes last so) and I wanna see how gaz's turn goes

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth (with your permission of course) and bumping this up before the rest of the Roach's sweet boys stuff

I was really like, "man, I'm gonna have to write the Gaz stuff without anyone requesting it" THEN YOU APPEARED YES

Roach's Pretty Boy

Warnings: Dub-con, Psychological games (not on Gaz)

Gaz has no fucking idea where he is. He knows that and the men chasing him definitely know that. He still doesn't stop running, racing through the abandoned building while desperately calling for Price through his comms, hoping that somehow he could pick up the man's signal again. He knew it wouldn't happen, not in this shitty old building, it changed nothing.

The men chasing him had guns, his had been knocked out of his hands early into the fight. This was an ambush. It was as simple as that.

The mission was supposed to be easy. Just him, Price, Soap, and Ghost. Get in, get the shit they needed, get out. What they hadn't expected, what Gaz hadn't expected, was for the entire camp of Ultranationalists to know that they were coming. How had they known they were coming?

They'd been told the entire camp was small, maybe fifteen men who were going to be transporting some highly precious intel or weapons or something to their leader. The man that the 141 had been chasing for months now, only going after him more vigorously after the presumed death of their teammate, Makarov, a month prior. It had hit the entire team hard, Price especially. They all wanted revenge, they were all determined to get it.

They'd come to the camp where the intel was meant to be and they'd split up to try and find it quicker. It was a stealth mission, the ultranationalists weren't supposed to know they were there. But then, just as they'd separated far enough that they couldn't come back together, there had been a shout and every person in the camp had made a b-line toward one of the 141 members.

Gaz in particular had at least eight of the men come his way. He'd taken a few out, but when he was forced to reload they took the opportunity to jump him. His gun had been lost in the fight, and a rather intimidating and large man had tried to...grab him? Not kill him, more like restrain. He didn't have time to question it. He had no weapon and he absolutely had to run.

He'd taken off on foot, calling out to the rest of the 141, trying to put together a meet point as his friends fought for their lives, or at least he assumed they were. He wasn't quite sure where he ran in his attempt to lose the men. He'd taken so many turns, ducked through so many small buildings. Every time he thought he'd lost the men and they would appeared again, still hot on his trail.

He'd made a stupid move then, he'd run into a building with the back entrance blocked. He had no choice, he had to move up. His legs were screaming their protest by the time that he stumbled to the top floor, quickly hiding somewhere as he heard the men still chasing him approach. He needed to get around them somehow.

He could hear their footsteps as they cautiously approached, their voices whispering harshly to one another. He could hardly hear them, but he still managed to catch a few things.

"Find him!"

"Careful, he's dangerous."

"Remember, the boss wants him alive and unharmed."

What? "The boss" wanted him unharmed? The thought made his heart beat in his chest rapidly. What the fuck could the head of the Ultranationalists want with him? Torture? Information maybe? Just someone to kill with his own hands?

Gaz peeked out from his hiding place, quickly scanning the floor. It seemed that most of the men had darted into other rooms or further down one of the halls. This was his opportunity.

He tried to keep his footsteps quiet as he moved, keeping low as he made his way back toward the stairs. He grew closer and closer, relaxing as he finally reached the top of the stairs. He was so sure he'd made it, so sure. Then large unwavering arms had wrapped around him, quickly and easily throwing his struggling form over their shoulder as though he weighed nothing.

"Found him," the man rumbled out, holding tighter to Gaz as he started to beat on his back, screaming and yelling in hopes that one of the members of his team might hear him. It was no use, help wasn't going to come.

"Right," another man called, "C'mon, I'm sure the boss is getting impatient." They started down the stairs, forming a protective guard around the one carrying Gaz. Gaz continued screaming as they took him out of the building, his voice going hoarse and his limbs going tired. He didn't stop struggling. It didn't matter. Help wasn't coming.

He could feel dread growing in his chest as the men brought him toward another far off building, tucked away in the wreckage of the small town they were in. The building hadn't been on their maps. This entire thing was a trap and they'd walked right into it.

He was brought inside of the building. He still struggled, but there was something else, he could hear his comms crackling again. They were picking up a signal! He could hear Price's voice begin coming through as he was tossed onto a, thankfully somewhat new, mattress on the floor of the old building.

He wasn't paying attention as his hands moved up to press to his comms, he needed to tell Price, he could hear the man's voice through the radio he had. "Price!" He managed to get out. His panicked voice was cut off as a hand reached down, snatching the radio off from his chest and disconnecting it from his headphones, the noises of the comm crackling through the air.

"Gaz? Can you hear us?"

Gaz surged up after the radio but he was met with a foot to his chest, shoving him back down onto the mattress and harshly pinning him there with a threatening pressure. His eyes trailed up to the figure above him, his heart sinking into his chest as he met the bright grin of one Gary Sanderson.

Sanderson kept his foot to Gaz's chest, pinning him to the ground as he brought the radio up to his mouth.

"Gaz is a little occupied at the moment, Captain. I can take a message for you though."

Gaz could hear the sharp intake of breath from the radio. He could hear Soap's strangled cry and Ghost's choked off gasp as they all realized just who had spoken from Gaz's comms.

"Sanderson," Price acknowledged harshly.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Sanderson gave a laugh, "We have a winner! Let's give the man a prize shall we?" He pulled a knife from his waist, twirling it threateningly in his fingers as he removed his foot from Gaz's chest and instead moved to hover over him. He held the Radio out toward him, pressing the button to talk, "Speak, pretty boy."

"Captain," Gaz choked out, fear flooding through system. He had to tell Price where he was, the man could still help, "We're at a building outsi-" he was cut off abruptly by a foot pressing against his chest threateningly again, the pressure just on the side of bruising.

To his surprise, Sanderson didn't do much else than that, only releasing the talk button to grin down at him. He gave a tutting noise, "Naughty, naughty." He brought the radio back up to his mouth, "Sorry, Captain, can't have you and your little team ruining my plans for your friend here."

"If you lay a finger on him, Sanderson," Price's voice was low and threatening, but Gaz could hear something else, another note to his tone. Panic. Fear. It was clear from the way that Sanderson's eyes brightened that he'd heard them as well.

"You'll what, Captain?" Sanderson grinned down at Gaz again, shooting him a playful wink as he continued, "You're in no position to be making threats to me. But, let me just assure you," he stepped away from Gaz then, tucking the knife he'd pulled back into his belt before pulling a gun from his waist. Gaz could see him flick the safety off as he turned toward him, fear filled his gut. "I'll take good care of your man. He is in my very very capable hands. Here, let me give you a demonstration." He pulled the radio away from his face, but kept his finger on the talk button as he quickly pulled his gun up and fired a single shot.

Gaz felt confusion flood him. Sanderson hadn't shot him? He'd just shot the wall? What was happening?

"No!" Gaz could hear Soap's voice over the comms, broken and hurt. They thought he'd just been shot. He opened his mouth to tell them otherwise, but snapped it shut when Sanderson turned to him, raising a finger to his lips indicating for him to stay quiet. He didn't want to risk disobeying the man.

"You," Price's voice was harsh, but it was also shakey. Shakey and watery. Sanderson giggled joyfully at the sound of it, "I'm going to find you Sanderson. I'm going to find you and kill you, and I am going to make it painful."

"Goodbye, Captain. It's always fun talking to you." With that, Sanderson tossed the radio to the ground at his feet, quickly slamming his foot down on it and effectively breaking it.

Gaz watched the man, anxiety filling his gut as he turned to him, his gun tucked back in at his waist. "Now then," Sanderson turned to the other men still in the room, "Wait outside for us, would you? I'd like a moment alone."

The men listened carefully shuffling out of the room to leave Gaz completely alone with a psychopath who was, no doubt, going to kill him. He shuffled back, trying to move away a bit as Sanderson approached him, quickly standing over him again. There was a pause, Gaz was tense, he was trying to mentally prepare himself to die.

He was shell-shocked then, when, rather than pulling his gun again, Sanderson dropped to his knees, straddling his lap and giving a happy whine as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. The terrorist buried his face in Gaz's neck, nuzzling almost lovingly against the skin there. Gaz was frozen. He didn't understand what was happening.

"Pretty boy," Sanderson pulled back from his neck, peering at him with low eyes and a blush sitting high on his cheeks, "Pretty boy, all mine." He gave a bright grin and an excited little noise at his words before darting forward to capture Gaz's lips against his own.

Gaz's brain short-circuted at the feeling of lips sliding over his, a hand sliding into his hair to give a light tug. There was the feeling of a tongue licking into his mouth excitedly, like an overeagar puppy. He hated to admit it, but there was a part of him that relaxed, his mind going blank for a moment. The lips against his felt good, the hand in his hair felt good, the tongue in his mouth was so tempting.

He'd come back to himself quickly though, remembering that this wasn't some bloke that he'd met at a pub kissing him. This was a terrorist, a terrorist who'd just convinced his entire team that he'd killed him.

He shoved himself away from Sanderson then, collapsing back to lay fully on the mattress, his hands against the man's chest to keep him away as he stared up at him, a bright blush on his face. Sanderson gave him a pout, his now free hands running up and down his chest and dangerously close to the top of his pants, "Pretty boy," he mumbled out, almost shyly, "I thought we were having a good time?"

Gaz gaped at him. This was clearly an act, he could see it in the mischevious glint of the other man's eyes. He knew it was an act, but it still almost convinced him. For a flash, he actually felt bad for pulling away. It was a little impressive, though he would never admit it.

"You're," Gaz started, "You're the fucking head of the ultranationalists. You can't just kiss me!"

"Why not?" Roach tilted his head at him.

Gaz gaped at the man, his mouth opening and closing rapidly, "We're enemies! I'm meant to kill you."

Sanderson seemed to consider his words for a moment before he responded, "Hmm, no. I don't like that." His hands moved up to grab Gaz's wrists and, in a second, Gaz found his hands pinned above his head with a surprising show of strength, a face hovering just over his temptingly. "See," Sanderson bit his lip, his eyes tracing appreciatively over Gaz's face, "You're mine, pretty boy. Which means," He leaned down, capturing Gaz's lips again in a messy, almost frantic kiss. His legs moved, one slotting between Gaz's to rub against him through his pants. Gaz couldn't help the little whine that escaped him at the feeling. Finally, after another long moment and a harsh nip at Gaz's lip, Sanderson pulled back, "Which means, that everything you've known before doesn't matter. All that matters now is that you," his thigh teased at Gaz's clothed cock again and he gave a delighted laugh at the embarrassed gasp that left Gaz's mouth, "you belong to me, pretty boy."

Gaz could only gape at the man. Sanderson allowed him to stare for only a moment, a mischevious grin on his face, before he was burying his face in Gaz's throat with an excited trill. Gaz tried to struggle against the man's hands. It was no use. He tried to pull away from the mouth that attacked his neck. It was no use. He tried not to gasp at the thigh that was slotted between his legs. He tried not to grind back against it when it pressed close to him. "Get," he stuttered breathlessly, "Get off of me."

To his surprise, Sanderson listened. The man gave him a grin, pushing himself off of the ground to hover over his prone form again. "Pretty boy," Sanderson stepped back and motioned for him to get up from the floor, "Come on, we have to get going anyways."

Gaz hesitantly stood from the floor, worried it might be a trick. The only thing that happened was Sanderson stepped closer to him, tugging him down to capture his lips again. Gaz should have pulled away, he shouldn't have let his mind go blank again. But he did. Only for a second. A second was all Sanderson needed.

He pulled away from the man, startled as he felt metal click around his wrists. He looked down with horror at the cuffs that now kept his hands together. He looked back up at Sanderson, watching with growing concern as the man gave a bright and happy laugh. "You're so cute when you're confused." Sanderson reached forward, grabbing the center of the cuffs and yanking them, forcing Gaz to stumble forward into his chest. The man wrapped him up in his arms, "So sweet," he muttered into his ear, "I am going to take very good care of you baby."

[sundropmoondroplover]

Accidental

Second P.O.V

      You finally awoke from movement coming from Sans. He seemed to be adjusting a bit still not noticing he had trapped you against him in his sleep. You felt comfortable for some reason in his arms. Yeah he was a skeleton but you shouldn't feel as comfortable as you do. You decided it was time to get up before San's younger brother Papyrus finds you two sleeping together. You blushed at the thought of Papyrus finding you and Sans sleeping together. Its not like it was purposeful. It was an accident. You decided not to think about that and tried to find your way out of San's arms. It was quite hard because Sans had you in a grip like he didn't want to let you go. You decided there was only one way to get out of San's hold and that was to wake him up. You didn't want to do that as he looked so peaceful in his sleep. After a while of watching him sleep you blushed once again realizing what you were doing.

        You decided that you were going to wake him up. "Sans..?" you said quietly attempting to wake him up. You lightly shook him as you tried to wake him up. You heard him let out a groan and move around in the bed. "5 more minutes.." he grunted out half asleep. He still didn't know that he was snuggling you closer to his body. You then gently shook him and that woke him up. When Sans noticed what was happening you noticed a blue blush slowly come onto his cheekbones and he quickly got up and away from you. "uh.. I'm so sorry Y/n.. i swear i didn't mean to do that at all. it was an accident i swear" he said quick rubbing the back of his skull. You got up from the bed. "It's okay Sans. I know you didn't mean to. You kinda wouldn't let me go last night when I brought you to your room to lay you down on your bed" you explained to him. Sans looked around his room letting out a sigh.

        "leave my room before paps sees you in here and think we uh.. did something" he said. You looked around his room then looked at Sans. "Oh.. uh Sans by the way.. I'm not sure how long we slept but Papyrus really wanted us all to try the new spaghetti me and him made together. I was going to come and tell you but you were asleep" you told him. Sans let out another sigh. "alright... thanks for telling me. I'll be down in a little bit" Sans said. You nodded and left him room saying a quick goodbye before you left. You then went downstairs to see if Papyrus was awake and left Sans by himself in his room. 

Sans P.O.V

        Fuck I didn't mean to hold Y/n in my room and sleep with them. I was asleep and didn't realize I was doing it. I sat on the mattress on my floor putting my skull in my phalanges. I let out a big sigh. I had to make sure that it would never happen again. I needed to make sure me and Y/n are getting any closer. What can I do to make sure we don't get any closer than we already are? I can tell that my bro absolutely loves her like a friend. He's happy to finally have someone to call a friend and I'm happy about that. But, humans are the ones who caused us to be underground and there's something weird about Y/n. I told her about the resets. What if she uses that against me? I need to make sure that never happens.

Third P.O.V

        As you reached the bottom of the stairs you heard Papyrus's voice. "OH HELLO HUMAN! I NOTICED YOU TOOK SANS UP TO HIS ROOM BECAUSE HE WAS ASLEEP. NOT TO WORRY ITS ONLY BEEN A FEW HOURS. DID SANS DO THE THING WHERE HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO WHILE ASLEEP?" Papyrus asked you. You were astonished that Papyrus knew what Sans would exactly do. Yeah the 2 are brothers but how did Papyrus know Sans would do that? "Yeah, he did the Papy. How'd you know?" you asked Papyrus. Papyrus was busy reheating the spaghetti you 2 had made earlier. "OH. THAT'S AN EASY QUESTION. HE DID THE SAME THING TO ME SOMETIMES WHEN I BROUGHT HIM UP TO HIS ROOM..." Papyrus responded. So it was common for Sans to do this? You wondered why Sans would do that until a thought popped up in your head. "Hey Papy? Does Sans have nightmares?" you asked him. Papyrus stopped what he was doing when you asked him that question.

        "YES! SANS HAS NIGHTMARES ALMOST EVERY NIGHT. I CAN HEAR HIM ALOT SO I GO AND CHECK ON HIM. I want to make sure he's okay.." Papyrus responded. The last thing he said was said in a softer tone you've never heard out of him. Papyrus is yelling a lot of the time. Before you could ask what kind of nightmares Sans had you heard Sans voice. "hey bro. you made some spaghetti in a new recipe i heard?" sans said. "YES SANS! THE HUMAN HELPED ME COME UP WITH A NEW RECIPE AND I WANTED US TO TRY IT TOGETHER!" Papyrus exclaimed out. Sans had a smile on his face as he sat at the small dinner table him and Papyrus had. "alright paps lets try the new recipe" Sans replied. You sat at the dinner table next to Sans as Papyrus set the plates of spaghetti down. "LETS EAT!" Papyrus exclaimed sitting down. You soon started eating as did Sans and Papyrus. "mm.. this is super good bro.. and i mean it" Sans said smiling. You agreed with Sans and you swear you saw a light orange blush on Papyrus's cheekbones. 

        "THANK YOU SANS AND HUMAN I REALLY APPRECIATE THE COMPLIMENTS BUT I COULDN'T HAVE MADE SUCH A GREAT DISH WITHOUT YOU HUMAN" Papyrus said. You smiled and responded to Papyrus. "Aw it was nothing Papyrus.. I really like helping others.. by the way do you need help with cleaning dishes after dinner?" you asked him. Papyrus nodded saying "I WOULD APPRECIATE THE HELP! NOW SANS WHY CAN'T YOU BE HELPFUL LIKE THE HUMAN?" You let out a giggle and looked over at Sans. "hey bro i am helpful... i helped you find this human" Sans replied smiling. Hey at least Sans wasn't wrong about that. "OH? LAST TIME I CHECKED THE LAST THING YOU DID WITH THE HUMAN WAS SLEEP IN YOUR ROOM WITH HER" Papyrus said.

        You were drinking some water and started coughing not expecting Papyrus to pull that card out. The 2 skeleton brothers looked at you. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT HUMAN?" Papyrus asked. "Yes I'm okay Papyrus just didn't expect you to say that" you respond tears in your eyes as you started laughing. Sans looked shocked that Papyrus knew about that and glared at you. "What? It's not my fault that Papyrus is smart and figured out what you did!" You said. Sans let out a sigh standing up. "i'm going back to my room paps.. i have a lot to do in there.." sans said before leaving going up to his room. What just happened? One moment all three of you were having some fun and the next Sans left the room. You then decided to get up and help Papyrus with the dishes. You were going to figure out what just happened not now but later.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Teasing and Techniques (Another Level - Installment 2, Part 2, NSFW)

Summary:

“Ah,” she chimed. “But I did win that day. If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.” He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her. “Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed.”

AN: This one is spicy. 👀 I think it's at least 75% smut. It's p kinky, too, I think 🫠

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Teasing and Techniques - Part 2

A self-assured smirk accompanied the intense look he gave her, silently conveying that he already knew the answer he was going to get.

Rinko’s eyebrows shot up as he spoke, blinking almost stupidly as she tried and failed to contain a snort of amusement. For some reason, she hadn’t expected him to be so forward about it.

“Yeah,” she replied, grinning in return. His smirk grew as he pulled his wallet out to pay. “But,” she watched him quirk an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue. “Not for the same reason you do. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. And I need to get my ribs checked out. So it’s straight home for me.”

Pushing herself to her feet, she waved to the owner as she passed, Gojo following close behind her.

“Thanks for dinner, though,” she said cheerily. “And the company-”

“You still haven’t told me about your technique, ya know,” he interrupted. “You told me how you knew Fushiguro but not about your technique. And that was the condition for dinner. You gonna go back on your word?”

That pulled her up short, and she turned abruptly to face him. She’d completely forgotten she’d agreed to tell him about her technique.

“True,” she relented, biting her bottom lip as she thought of how to appease him quickly. Her technique wasn’t easy for her to explain. Not to mention that she had been serious when she said she was exhausted. And she wanted to get home. “There’s a taiyaki stand not too far from here. We could grab dessert, and I’ll explain?”

His small nod was accompanied by his smirk returning. He motioned for her to lead the way with a tilt of his head. Brushing past him, she led him down the street and through a few alleys until they stood in front of the stall she’d mentioned.

“I’ve got this one,” she said absently after she ordered hers. “Since you got dinner.”

He didn’t say anything in reply, simply ordering his own and paying for both before she could argue.

“I said-”

“I heard you,” he cut her off, clearly amused. “But this way I get to keep Kurisaki-san in my debt.”

She rolled her eyes but thanked the vendor when they handed her food over. Truthfully, she felt stuffed. But she did love a good taiyaki, and she still owed him an explanation. This was definitely the safest option. She knew he would have invited himself back to her place or invited her to wherever he was staying.

Gojo Satoru was attractive. Scratch that, Gojo Satoru was hot. Something Rinko hadn’t acknowledged since she’d met him, forcing herself to remain as nonchalant as possible. He had a big enough head as it was, being the strongest. But she’d have to be completely blind to not see how handsome he was.

His white hair was held up when he tied his bandages as a blindfold now instead of falling free. It somehow made him look both ridiculous and more mature at the same time. Pale skin that looked luminescent against the dark color of his uniform, which almost looked too big while hugging his form perfectly.

His tall, lean build was almost lanky, and it hid his strength well. But what really made him attractive was his face: slim, smooth, clear of any blemish or flaw. An absolutely perfect smile. And those bright blue eyes that could make anyone weak at the knees.

The confidence helped, too. It wasn’t pure arrogance, it was confidence. He carried himself with an air that told everyone he knew he was stronger. That he was better. And who didn’t find a healthy dose of self-assurance sexy?

Rumors were that he was an incredible fuck, too.

And he was clearly interested in letting her know if those rumors were true. Still, whether it meant she was just stupid or tactical, she found herself wholeheartedly unwilling to give him what he wanted. Did she want to? Absolutely.

But she’d realized that pushing his buttons gave her a high better than any orgasm she’d ever had. What could she say? He was fun to play with. The taste of his irritation from years ago had been so sweet, tinged with a satisfying bitterness that had given her a rush she hadn’t felt since.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t used to a challenge, either. And while he’d beaten her, she’d made him work harder than anyone expected for his victory.

She’d seen the flash of desire burn in his cerulean eyes when his hand had been around her throat as she’d finally tapped out.

But really, he clearly wasn’t used to being told ‘no.’

As they walked a bit further, she led him into a nearby park, taking a seat on the swing as she munched on her treat. He folded himself onto a swing next to her and turned his head, making it obvious that he was staring at her expectantly.

“Duplication,” she began, knowing he was rolling his eyes. A fact he confirmed when he pulled his bandages up once again so his left eye was revealed to her. “Did you want to know or not? Let me finish before you-”

A sinful grin overtook his face, his eye brightening as his gaze raked up and down her body before settling on staring directly into her own.

“I promise you, sweetheart,” he said quietly, “I always let the lady finish first.”

Her pulse jumped at his words, sending a jolt straight through her body and settling in her stomach. She’d stepped right into that.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, Gojo,” she replied easily, unable to hide her own smirk. He was a horny bastard if she’d ever met one. But she was into it. It made it more fun. “But if you want to know about my technique, I’m afraid you bragging about being the only man in existence to find the female orgasm will have to wait until another time. Maybe you’ll find your map to the gspot before then, too.”

He choked on his taiyaki at her statement, coughing to dislodge the dough from his throat while his eye widened in surprise.

After his coughing ceased, though, he narrowed his gaze at her. Desire now burned in the blue orb as he stared at her intensely. Teasing him was proving to be more and more entertaining with each passing moment. Her statement had triggered something within him, and now he seemed to be weighing how much he wanted to learn about her technique versus how badly he wanted to learn how she felt beneath him.

“I can create a duplicate of myself,” Rinko said, acting purposefully oblivious to the fact that he looked like he was about to yank her from her swing. His expression was quickly shifting to something darker. She shoved the excitement building in her chest away, forcing her racing heart to slow as best she could. “Once the duplicate forms, I can essentially use it as a conduit-”

She cut herself off with a yelp as he lunged at her, knocking her from her seat on the swing onto the ground. Before he could lean down and press his lips to hers, she disappeared. Purposefully letting the double dissipate as soon as she swapped with it, she praised her own forethought for creating a duplicate as soon as they’d sat down.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down enough enough to mask her energy so he couldn’t locate her. But her adrenaline had spiked, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to mask it enough to hide from him. Not with how badly her hands were shaking in anticipation.

She was also still exhausted, energy spent from using Shadow Step earlier. It was the first time she’d used the technique on such a large scale. Testing her limits against him likely wasn’t a great idea, but again, she really couldn’t help herself.

It was almost like knowing she was no match for him gave her a freedom she felt with no one else.

From the shadows of the treeline, she watched as he pushed himself to his feet slowly. He was clearly scanning his surroundings for any sign of her.

“I’ll find you,” he stated. His voice was almost a whisper, forcing a shiver to pass down her spine. “And when I do, I’ll make you regret that little stunt.”

Her skin burned with anticipation, the fire in her belly growing with it.

“Promises promises,” she whispered back, watching his head snap in her general direction.

Siphoning her energy into a duplicate, she prepared to swap again. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and she knew she had less than a second before he was on her. Switching with her closest duplicate, she let out a huff of air, her energy waning when she began creating another. 

Her limit was fast approaching. She was pushing it creating a third when she was so tired, but she hoped recalling them before he could destroy them was reserving at least some energy.

As much as she wanted the game to keep going, she wouldn’t be able to go much longer.

Maybe one more before she was completely spent-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo’s voice was a breath in her ear, pulling her from her thoughts.

One of his hands went to her throat, the other grasping her hip, his arm wrapping around her waist from behind. He pulled her against him so her back was flush against his chest. She could feel the outline of his cock pressed against her back as he whispered his threat into her ear.

“Do it again. See what happens when I catch you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, refusing to turn to look him in the eye. Staring straight forward, she resisted the urge to moan when he leaned down to press a hot, wet kiss to her neck. His tongue swept against her flesh before he pulled back just enough to blow on the damp skin, forcing yet another shiver through her.

“Part of me thinks that’s what you want,” she breathed her reply, and he chuckled. “You like the chase.”

“Just gives me more of an excuse to absolutely wreck you.”

His grip on her throat loosened, and she finally turned her head to look at him.

“Is that a promise?”

The predatory grin she was met with gave her all the answer she needed. Smirking up at him, she disappeared from his grasp, hearing his deranged laugh echo in the distance.

This time, she didn’t have a moment to think before he was on her again, appearing in front of her and yanking her into him by her waist.

“Caught you,” he said, the smug smirk on his face growing at the slight look of surprise she gave him. “You should work on masking the duplicate before you use it. I already knew where you would be before you even switched places.”

The statement seemed obvious. But she’d never thought of masking her duplicates before. No one had ever paid attention to them when she was standing directly in front of them. But she supposed that there was a large spike in energy when she swapped places, essentially sending up a homing beacon. And if there was anyone who’d be able to see that beacon, it’d be him. The question was whether others would be-

“Stop thinking about it,” Gojo ordered. “Worry about it later.”

Without giving her time to reply, he leaned down, capturing her mouth.

“You’re still gonna tell me about your technique,” he muttered against her lips. “But it’s gonna be a bit different than you thought.”

There was a whoosh of air around them, and then she was shoved against a wall.

His mouth moved to her neck, sucking just underneath her jaw and groaning at her whimper.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he moaned, grinding his erection into her. “And you’re gonna keep talking about that technique of yours.”

Scoffing, she glared up at the bandages covering his eyes.

“You can’t be serious-”

He cut her off with a sharp bite to her neck, pulling a yelp and then a moan from her lips.

“Tell me.”

He pulled back slightly, grinning down at her surprised expression.

“Be a good girl,” he hummed in her ear, “and I’ll let you cum.”

His right hand slid between them, pressing a finger against the seam of her pants, chuckling when she whined.

“You can create a duplicate of yourself, yeah?” he asked, applying a teasing pressure between her legs. “And?”

When she didn’t respond, he withdrew his hand, only to shove it down the front of her pants, pressing two fingers directly against her leaking slit.

“So wet,” he whispered, rubbing along her lower lips. “Tell me about your technique.”

“I-” Rinko paused, her eyes squeezing shut.

She couldn’t believe how quickly he’d flipped their advantage. Information had been the only thing she was confident she could keep over him, but now he quite literally held her in the palm of his hand. Opening her eyes, she saw his own covered ones obviously looking down at her expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

“I can create duplicates of myself-”

Her breath stuck in her throat when he pushed two fingers into her heat slowly, and she let her head fall back against the wall behind her at the stinging stretch. His fingers didn’t move, his other hand coming up to tangle in her hair, using his grip to force her to look at him.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching her pupils dilate.

“And once a duplicate forms, I can swap places with it at will.”

“How many can you create at once?” he asked, fingers teasingly withdrawing. “You can make more than one, right?”

She let out a whine of protest, but his grip on her hair only tightened.

“F-five,” she whimpered, breath growing heavy when he rewarded her by moving his fingers agonizingly slow, providing no relief. “I can have up to- five at once.”

The tips of his fingers dove deeper, caressing her gspot just right and she felt her walls clench, trying to suck him back in when he retreated.

“I don’t need a map to find it,” he whispered, leaning so his breath fanned across her lips as he addressed her earlier statement. “Or to show you how I always let the lady finish first.”

She managed to roll her eyes, earning a hard bite to her bottom lip.

“But brats don’t get that privilege,” he threatened, licking the spot he bit, cleaning away the trickle of blood she hadn’t even noticed. “So you’d better keep going.”

Her mind was quickly going fuzzy. The only thing registering was the severe, desperate need to reach the peak he kept cruelly ripping away from her.

“We both know you’ve got more to explain,” he continued. “That little trick back in the warehouse? What was that?”

Slowing his fingers to a stop, he raised his eyebrows at her in challenge.

“Shadow Step,” the words flew from her lips of their own accord now, and he pressed his thumb against her clit with a smirk. “I- fuck! I can create echoes of myself, but they’re hard to maintain and-”

“And your cursed energy shines like a fucking lighthouse compared to them,” he finished, his smirk growing sadistic when she glared at him. “What? It’s not a bad idea, but I found you instantly. Need to put some more effort into your techniques, Rinko-chan.”

Coming from the most powerful sorcerer in the world. She couldn’t contain another eyeroll.

“Of course you saw through it, you asshole-”

Her retort was cut off when his thumb started moving in tight, slow circles over her clit in time with resuming his fingers’ maddeningly slow thrusts into her cunt. Tossing her head back against the wall, she couldn’t contain the breathy moan that escaped as her hips rocked forward.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned in response. Speeding his fingers up and pulling another cry from her lips, his thumb pressed against her clit almost painfully when she tried to squirm away. “You’ve got more to tell me, I know it.”

Her hands moved to shove him away, but he just laughed and gathered them above her head and leaned down so she had no choice but to stare up at the stupid bandages covering his eyes.

Power rolled off of him, his easy grin conveying just how in control he was of their situation. Behind the blindfold, she knew his eyes told a million stories, but she had no choice but to stare at the maddeningly blank canvas above her.

“The technique you used four years ago,” he whispered, leaning in so his lips were once again at her ear. “The Simple Domain that protected you against my Lapse Blue. Explain it.”

“I-” she cut herself off by biting her lip.

The stubborn part of her, the part that was frustrated he got her to give in so easily, flared. Remembering what she’d told him afterward, she couldn’t help but push him further.

“I didn’t need a technique for that. Like I told you four years ago, it was such a weak attack-”

Really, what else did she expect when she tried to find the limits of a man who was, quite literally, limitless?

His hum of disappointment cut her off. A quiet, menacing chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pulled back to give her a look that was almost giddy.

“Oh, Rinko-chan,” he tutted, withdrawing his fingers from her pants.

The hand that held hers above her head guided her away from the wall. Yanking her against his chest, he almost dragged her towards the bed behind him.

“You were doing so well,” Gojo continued, his voice amused and the grin still in place. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show you what happens to brats who lie on top of not listening.”

His expression changed, a serious look overtaking his smile. He pulled the blindfold down, bright blue eyes staring down at her clouded with lust. Releasing her wrists, he dropped his hand to the side of her neck, the gentle touch a stark contrast to moments before.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will.”

She felt her breath stutter in her chest, a small smile finding its way onto her face as she met his sincere gaze. Something about him pausing to make sure everything was okay made him so much more attractive.

It wasn’t like she’d resisted anything, and she knew he could tell she was still going along. But it was endearing, bordering on caring, both of which he wasn’t exactly known for.

Gojo Satoru was, as everyone knew, selfish. And he had no time in his life for anyone he deemed too weak.

“You’re fine,” she whispered back, prompting him to lean down to press his lips to hers.

He moved his lips over hers lazily before tilting her head to the side and humming his approval when she opened her mouth, meeting his tongue halfway.

“I’m gonna get a bit rough,” he murmured, licking his way to her ear. “You good with that?”

The statement alone was enough for her to feel a fresh rush of heat through her body, her panties sticking to her uncomfortably. But the question pulled a moan from her, nodding almost too quickly.

“Yeah,” she breathed, hands grasping the fabric of his jacket tightly in her fists. “I’m- I can- do you know the color system?”

Now he released a groan, the deep sound rumbling through him and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, his hands moving to her waist, thumbs slipping under the bands of her pants. “I knew you’d be a filthy fucking slut.”

“Green,” was her only reply, afraid she wouldn’t be able to form any other words now.

A small part of her vowed never to voice how that simple sentence had affected her. Her pride would never recover from the embarrassment if she did.

Not waiting to be told twice, he shoved her pants down and yanked her shirt over her head. Standing before him in her underwear, she watched his pupils dilate at the sight.

“Turn around,” he ordered, hands going to her shoulders when she only looked at him in confusion. “Turn. Around.”

Complying, she let him take both of her hands in his own and pull them behind her back. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blindfold gone from around his neck, his gaze focused on her wrists as he used it to bind them together. Before she could say anything, his eyes flit back up to meet hers, the lazy grin back in place.

Gripping her biceps lightly, he turned her back around, and his left hand moved to her chin. He kissed her gently, his tongue slowly stroking hers while his right hand moved to tease her through her panties. Pushing them aside, his fingers teased her slit, parting her lips to allow his middle finger to slip inside. He swallowed her whimper as he gathered up her slick and dragged it up to her clit.

Without faltering with the teasing strokes of his tongue or fingers, he sat down on the bed and pulled her down to straddle his lap.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” he breathed, left hand now gripping her hair tightly. He licked her jaw up to her ear, biting just enough to pull a whine from her. “Tell me about that simple domain.”

Even with her position, what she knew would happen, her wrists tied securely behind her back, she just couldn’t help herself. Smiling innocently up at him when he leaned back to stare at her expectantly, she used the sweetest voice she could as she asked:

“What simple domain?”

The hand rubbing her clit left, almost pulling a whine of protest from her lips before she released a shriek as his palm made contact with her left ass cheek.

“Fucking brat,” he hissed, using his grip on her hair to pull her head back, allowing him better access to her neck. Biting down hard, he chuckled when she moaned. “Simple Domain, Last Stand, wasn’t it?”

Her silence was met with a harsh slap against her thigh, her gasp of pain quickly followed by another smack. Ripping her panties away, he soothed his hand over her skin for just a moment before he pulled her hips down further, grinding her bare pussy against the fabric covering his erection. A needy, high-pitched sound fell from her lips. He pulled back to stare into her eyes as his palm struck again. The jolt that ran through her resulted in another rush of slick, and she felt his cock twitch through his pants when he noticed.

“What exactly is Last Stand, hmm, Rinko-chan?” he asked again, his voice teasing, a cocky smile lighting his face. “Go on, tell me. No point in trying to lie, sweetheart. I heard you when you cast it. Quick reaction time, by the way. I was impressed you were able to activate it before Lapse Blue hit.”

Another swat. A moan wrenching its way up her throat.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much,” he prodded, landing a particularly harsh slap. “Better start talking or I’ll think you’re nothing more than a dirty slut who just wants to be spanked until her ass is raw.”

The next hit brought tears to her eyes. She squeezed them shut until he tutted her mockingly.

“Ah, ah, Rinko-chan,” Gojo sang. “You’re gonna look at me like a good little slut while you take your punishment and tell me about that impressive technique.”

Clenching around nothing, she finally relented.

“Last-” her sob when his hand made contact again was met with a gentle kiss to her cheek before he motioned for her to continue. “Last Stand uses a duplicate to let me withstand a single hit, dealing equivalent damage to the duplicate instead.”

As she spoke, his left hand moved between them, his right gripping her waist tightly so she couldn’t squirm away. Giving no other warning, he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up so they rubbed against her gspot insistently. His thumb circled her clit, the sudden assault causing her to clench down on his fingers.

“Anything else?”

“I-” she arched her back, letting out another needy whine as he wiggled his fingers. “I can’t create any duplicates once it’s active.”

Gojo seemed satisfied with her answer, kissing her almost sweetly as she struggled to breathe.

“So fucking wet,” he whispered as he began to fuck his fingers into her. He curled them with each thrust so he teased the spongy area that made her whine. “You feel so good. Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy squeezing my cock. But first,” his fingers sped up, applying more pressure to her clit and capturing her lips again when she moaned. “Keep being a good girl, and cum for me. Now.”

The previously building wave crashed over her swiftly, her back arching of its own will as she quivered around his fingers. Her cry was like no sound she’d made before, sounding like a mixture of a moan and a sob.

“That’s it.” He continued whispering in her ear, filthy promises falling on almost deaf ears as her head filled with the white noise of pleasure. “Let go for me.”

Her head felt fuzzy as she came down. Faintly, she noted that the hand that wasn’t still inside her was massaging her sore, abused ass cheeks as he hummed in approval.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, leaning down to run his nose up the side of her neck teasingly. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

“Feels hard to me,” she blurted out, burying her face in his neck as he let out a laugh.

“It should,” he replied, retrieving his fingers and sucking them into his mouth. His eyes darkened as they stared at her, holding her gaze while he licked his fingers clean. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”

Grinning at her slack expression, he closed the distance between them, sucking her tongue into his mouth instantly. His hands went back to her hips, grinding her down on his lap, making her jolt when his cock brushed against her oversensitive clit.

“No,” he growled against her lips, grip tightening when she tried to lift herself up. “You’re gonna take it. One more, baby.”

“Please,” she whimpered, breath hitching when she felt herself begin to clench down violently. “I need-”

“What do you need?” he asked, his breath hot against her own desperate pants. “What do you need, Rinko-chan? You need my fingers again? Or you want me to fill that sweet, needy little cunt with my cock?”

She moaned in response, both trying to escape and grind down on him at the same time.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, sweet tone not matching the hungry look in his eyes. “You have to say it. Say, ‘Satoru-kun, please fill me up with your huge cock and fuck me until I can’t walk.’”

His tone sparked the part of her mind that lived to push his buttons. She felt a smirk pull at the corners of her mouth, watching his eyes brighten at the challenge in hers.

“It’s always the cocky ones who can’t give a girl a good orgasm,” she breathed, watching his grin grow even wider, darker. “Figures you’d be all talk-”

His hand went to her throat, squeezing enough to just barely restrict her airflow. Pulling her forward by her neck, his bright eyes darkening to match his sadistic grin.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin your greedy pussy for any other man.”

The words were spoken with a delighted laugh that bordered on manic, his breath mingling with hers as he leaned down. He forced his way into her mouth, sucking her tongue between his lips again before biting down hard.

“And you’re gonna thank me for it when I’m done. ”

It was her turn to laugh, the sound coming out as a wheeze as she struggled to breathe.

“Enough empty promises. Why don’t you prove it?”

She was debating whether or not she was really going to stay the night.

Though Gojo had tugged her against his chest and muttered that she should stay after he’d helped her clean herself up, she wondered if he even knew what he was saying as he fell asleep.

Resting against his bare chest, Rinko listened to his steady heartbeat and thought about that day years ago. How later she’d learned so much more about what she’d thought was just a close call.

“I have a confession,” she whispered, not knowing what compelled her to speak to his sleeping form. “There’s more to Last Stand than I said earlier-”

His eyes shot open, meeting her gaze and grinning when she let out a yelp in surprise.

“So you were holding out on me,” he said, eyes gleaming up at her. “Ah ah.” His hands grasped her hips when she tried to push herself up and away from him. “Spill it.”

“I thought you were asleep!” she squawked, her heart hammering in her chest. Her attempts at escape were fueled more by the jumpscare than an actual need to get away, but he still gave no room for resistance. He pulled her on top of him fully, resting her hips against his. “You scared me!”

The grin grew larger, his right hand moving to grasp the back of her neck to pull her down so her lips met his. Grumbling, she kissed him back reluctantly, unable to contain the quiet moan in her throat when his tongue met hers.

“Rinko,” he whispered, hips bucking up into hers. “Tell me.”

Embarrassment flooded her now, and she broke their kiss to try and crawl from on top of him again, wanting to bury her face in his pillow. His grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching her face.

“As much as I enjoyed our little game earlier,” he drawled, his left hand stroking her hip gently. “I’d like to get some sleep. So tell me, and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. Sound good?”

Her cunt clenched at his words, and she sighed, dropping her head so her forehead rested against his.

“Last Stand is only supposed to take one duplicate,” she murmured.

She thought back to how she had only been able to have three active at the time. How it had been a lucky twist of fate that she’d had all of them up, mainly dodging physically to preserve them. If she’d had even just one fewer, she’d very likely have still died.

“What do you mean ‘supposed to?’” he whispered, watching her inhale sharply. “Can you use the technique more than once if you have all five active?”

“No-” It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about, but she supposed she technically could. “Well, maybe. But that isn’t- I called it Last Stand for a reason. It’s meant to be a last resort. My trump card, I guess. But when I used it against you, that was the first time I’d used it out of necessity.”

She leaned back so she could sit up. He was silent as she paused, hands resting behind his head now that he was sure she wasn’t going anywhere. His eyes followed her fingers as they fidgeted.

“I could only have three at the time,” she continued, her gaze moving to the wall above his bed, no longer able to meet his eyes. “And I had trouble keeping them up, especially while I was fighting. But I had three active when-”

It terrified her still, something she hadn’t admitted to anyone.

“Your technique, when it hit, I remember feeling it. I remember feeling it ripping my duplicates apart and realizing that there were no words to describe the agony I felt.”

“Duplicates,” he breathed, eyes going wide. “Plural.”

Nodding, she took a deep, calming breath. Accepting and voicing aloud a reality she hadn’t before:

“And then I remember feeling very distinctly, knowing with every piece of my mind and soul, that I should have been dead.”

Meeting his eyes again, she felt the weight of his gaze seeing straight through her.

“I had all three active at the time. I was running on a high I can’t describe. Taking risks I knew were stupid because I knew if I wasn’t careful, one hit from you could take me out easily. But I was having too much fun- and I think that’s what saved my life.”

Pausing, fidgeting with her hands, she voiced her theories now, wanting to know what he thought.

“I- my best assumption from what happened is that the equivalent damage it deals to the duplicates can obviously exceed what they can handle. If it’s more than everything I have active, I still get hurt. But it doesn’t kill me. Shoko kept telling me she was shocked I was still alive with some of the combined things she found. So, my theory is that it doesn’t kill me immediately. Gives me a chance to get away, but I’m essentially on a clock to get help, or I’m dead anyway.”

“Delayed response,” he murmured, his eyes conveying his racing thoughts. “You’ve given yourself a get-out-of-death free card. Think about how fucking insane that’d be with a reverse curse technique.”

“I’ve had that thought, too,” she agreed, biting her lip nervously. “But- I- after a bit of training, I found out I just can’t pull that off.”

He’d done it, of course. But he was the Six Eyes. Limitless user. Quite literally the strongest in the world. Those Six Eyes were staring up at her now, a smirk on his lips.

“Guess we’ve both cheated death, huh?” he asked, amusement clear. “Impressive, I gotta admit.”

“Pretty sure you actually died,” she replied, raising her eyebrows. “I avoided it entirely. So does that make me stronger for avoiding it? Or you stronger for cheating it completely and coming back?”

His scoff told her the answer she already knew.

“Obviously me,” he declared, all joking gone. “You wouldn’t stand a chance now, you know.”

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged absently.

“I didn’t stand a chance back then, either,” she admitted. “I knew I’d lost before the fight started. You outmatched me no matter how I looked at it. Cursed energy, physical strength, skill. And it was even more obvious when you didn’t even flinch when you launched a technique at me that literally almost wiped me from existence.”

She suddenly remembered what Shoko told her that day, jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger.

“And I can’t believe you did that,” she accused, finally able to voice how ridiculous it was that he had genuinely almost killed her without batting an eye. “Shoko said that the only rule Yaga gave you was not to use that technique.”

“I was annoyed,” he replied, shrugging indifferently. At her glare, he smirked up at her. “You were supposed to be an easy fight. A Grade 3? Against me? It was like a sick joke to bore me to death. I was supposed to get to sit back and watch Suguru’s fight because it was supposed to be a good one. But instead, I got stuck fighting an insufferable pest who didn’t understand her place.”

A badge she wore with such pride, she thought to herself smugly. Getting under Gojo Satoru’s skin with him being unable to do anything about it.

That was the high she’d been chasing ever since.

A smirk found its way to her face now. She knew he could see the satisfaction in her eyes because he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Glad to know I made an impression,” she murmured, her eyes shining.

“Fucking imagine,” he growled, hands grasping her hips. “This stupid girl from some unknown family - a Grade 3 weakling - was pissing me off. Because you refused to give in. Wouldn’t just let me have what we both knew was already mine.”

Grinding her down against him now, his eyes were shining with irritation and lust.

“Thought you just didn’t understand how out of your league you were, playing with me. I knew what you were doing. Taunting me. Trying to prove you were somehow stronger? So I figured you’d have at least enough brains to dodge out of the way and then surrender when you realized you were in over your head.”

“You almost killed me for being annoying?” she asked incredulously, narrowing her eyes. “That’s petty, even for you-”

“And for being a cocky brat,” he added, smirking. “But I thought you said it was a weak technique?” He was pretending to pout now, eyes dancing with mirth. “You called it a weak attack, said you’d expected me to be stronger than that, yeah?”

His laughter shook both of them when she smacked his chest, rolling her eyes. Flipping them over, he leaned down until his breath mingled with hers as he ground into her.

“But you didn’t dodge,” he breathed against her lips, pulling back just a fraction when she tried to close the distance. His eyes teased her as he gave her lips a playful lick. “You dug your goddamn heals in and took a hit from a technique I’d used to level fucking buildings square in the chest.” His voice was lower now, almost a growl in her ear as he leaned in. “And then you had the fucking nerve to stand there, looking like you’d been to hell and back, and ask if that was all I had? If only you’d known all I wanted to give you.” He bit her neck, chuckling at her quiet whimper. “All I could fucking think was how much I wanted to break you. Bend you over and show you just how much more I had. How you’d never even had a chance at winning-”

“Ah,” she chimed, her voice coming out in a whine. “But I did win that day.” He had pulled back to meet her gaze again, eyes daring her to continue. “If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.”

He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her.

“Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed,” he grunted, kissing her roughly, biting her bottom lip until he tasted blood to prove his point. “You’re fucking incredible. Crazy too, but we both know you have to be to do what we do.”

Pulling away just slightly, he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds before sliding in with no other warning. She arched into him, her mouth going slack as a moan clawed its way up her throat at the sudden feeling of him grazing her gspot deliciously.

“Shit, baby,” he gasped, setting an almost brutal rhythm as he pulled back out only to slide back in until his balls slapped against her ass. “Feel so good, squeezing me so fucking good.”

Pulling her leg up, he leaned over her once again, bracing the back of her thigh against his chest as he stretched her and hit that spot so deep inside that she thrashed beneath him. Her attempts to meet his thrusts were futile, his grip on her waist unyielding as he fucked her towards a fast-approaching peak.

“Taking me so damn good.” His voice sounded almost as wrecked as she felt. Her world had narrowed to just him above her, driving himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. “You gonna cum? You need it, baby?”

Taking both hands in one of his, he pinned them above her and slowed his hips until she wiggled desperately. Whining, she arched into him, chasing the high that he had once again ripped away.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, nuzzling her neck before biting down, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “What do you need?”

Her growl of frustration became a loud moan when he sped up for a few thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” he taunted, slowing again and grinning down at her. “Remember, you just have to say the magic words, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” she whimpered, arching up into him. “Satoru, please let me cum.”

Letting out a feral groan, he sped back up, kissing her roughly.

“Fuck, baby, I know,” his voice was rough as he spoke, his teeth knocking against hers as he dominated her mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Trailing his hand down, he rubbed slow, maddening circles on her clit.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed at her, groaning again when she clenched at his words. “You gonna cum for me now? Come on, baby, open your mouth.”

Confusion filled her, brow furrowing as he stared at her expectantly. He slowed his fingers, raising a brow, and she opened her mouth slowly, still unsure why he would ask her to-

Gojo’s grin turned feral as he leaned back just enough so she could watch him spit into her mouth, the line of saliva dropping onto her tongue. She blinked up at him, scrunching her face in disgust.

“Swallow,” he ordered, timing his command with a particularly harsh thrust. “Do it, baby.”

Her body responded before she could think to do otherwise, swallowing obediently. Her orgasm crashed into her like a fucking wave, and his fingers pinched her clit, keeping her at the peak. The scream she released left her throat feeling raw, her back arching as she wailed, effectively silencing the part of her that was asking what the hell just happened.

“I fucking knew you were a dirty bitch,” he growled, a gleefully sadistic grin on his face. “Take it, baby. Gimme one more and then I’ll fill you up. You want that? Want me to fill you so full you’re leaking my cum?”

The noise she made didn’t sound human, and he leaned down again, sucking a bruise into her neck.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. His hips stuttered when she screamed his name, the walls of her cunt clenching around him like a vise. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

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Take My Picture~ Hongjoong/ 6

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 894

Includes- Riding, dirty talk, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hongjoong POV

I look up from my phone when the door to the small room I'm in opens

Glancing up, I watch her walk into the small dressing room, slamming the door shut, heading straight for me

"Hi jag-", I start but am cut off when her lips crash into mine in a wild kiss

As I kiss her, her hands move to my jeans undoing my belt

She breaks the kiss, growling, "Lift your ass up"

I do, letting her pull down my jeans and boxers

"Jagi, what-"

"Oh shut up Joongie", she growls as she pulls her panties down and takes them off

Fuck I love when she wears skirts

Such easy access

She climbs on my lap, sliding down my hard cock, enveloping me in her warm soaking pussy

"Fuck jagi", I moan, my hands automatically on her hips

Her arms move around my neck and she starts riding me hard

"Jagi, not that I'm complaining but what's go you so riled up?"

"Fuck you Joongie. You know exactly what made me so horny", she snaps, threading her fingers in the back of my head and pulling my head back, her lips spreading kisses all over my neck

I do but I want to hear her say it

"I don't know-"

"Cut the shit", she says, "You knew what you did when you posted that selfie a few minutes ago"

I smirk as her lips move to my arm, kissing my bicep

"What selfie?"

She sits up, grabbing my chin and making me look at her

She rolls her hips once, clenching on my length, pleasure shooting down my spine

"The one where you're sitting here, leaning to the side, taking a mirror selfie, you're fucking arm muscles bulging. You know you look hot and you posted the selfie, knowing I'd see and get riled up. Knowing I'd come to fuck you"

Of course I knew

I did it on purpose

I love riling her up

She gets so horny and fucks me so roughly, so good

And I get to be with her

It's a win for both of us

"I know baby. I wanted you so much. You know I always want you", I tell her

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah yeah. You love getting me worked up. You jerk"

I just smile at her, pulling her into another kiss, her legs not stopping as she bounces on my cock

When the kiss ends, I tilt my head, leaving kisses all over her pretty neck

I look up, getting so turned on when I realize that I can see us in the mirror on the door

The mirror that I used to take the picture

Immediately, I lift up her skirt, moaning as I watch her cunt take my cock back inside her, her lips and slit spreading so wide as she sucks me back in

Oh my fucking god, this is so hot

I can't tear my eyes from her pretty cunt fucking me hard, from the creamy mess her pussy leaves all over my cock everytime she slides up

"Fuck baby", I moan, gripping her ass cheeks so hard

The pleasure is amazing, her pussy always so tight no matter how many times I fuck her

Always so fucking sopping wet

"Joongie", she whines

"I know baby", I whisper, "I feel you. Cum for me"

She slides down, her body shaking, her face buried in my face as she calls my name, her cunt spasming around my shaft

I watch her hole leak so much cum, bliss running through my body, feeling so fucking good

"Good girl, creaming my cock so well. Do it again baby"

"But don't you have to-"

"They'll wait. They can't go on stage without me. So you better start moving"

She does, slipping up and down my cock like a pro, my head hitting her spot every time and causing her cunt to contract tightly around me

Pleasure runs down my spine, becoming more and more intense with each bounce

I watch my cock disappear inside her over and over, her cunt greedily swallowing my length

Her clenching is becoming so fast, stars blasting in my eyes from the bliss

"Please cccc.. cum", I choke out, "I can't...jagi"

I don't know if I could hold it much longer

Thankfully she slams down, taking me so deep inside her, wailing my name as she orgasms so fucking pleasurably around my cock

She sets off my orgasm, ecstasy blinding me as I cum inside her

She keeps me all in, her cunt pulsing rapidly, her hips moving, grinding against me, making it feel fucking amazing

"Jo, jagi"

"Mmm Joongie", she murmurs, kissing my neck as she finishes

I however, grip her hips hard, riding out the last of my orgasm

When I finish, she presses her lips to mine in a loving kiss

Then she pulls away, lightly slapping my chest as she gets up

"Fucking jerk"

I just grin like an idiot, watching her clean my cum from her then pull her underwear back on

"Hurry up, they're waiting for you", she says, rolling her eyes

She turns away, opens the door and leaves

I just keep smiling as I pull up my pants and fix them

Then I open the door, following her out

I'll make it up to her later

All night