#a dick's daily problem is what... you get hard sometimes?

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I just want to say "thank you for putting the button options in an order that breaks the bell curve for once"... bc most people would be smashing that button often. XD

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All right, so maybe I went haring off to another fandom for awhile, but I will never fully let go of my STAR WARS fic reading roots because there's just so much incredible fic here and I have such intense feelings about these characters, like how can I possibly truly leave when this fandom knows how to scratch my id just right or make me cry over fictional characters or hyena laugh because you people are very funny? There's just so much fic that is so good that of course I keep coming back! Especially when it comes to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, there are just so many incredible people making incredible fics for them that feed right back into my love for their twisty, turny, complicated, beautiful, awful relationship. So here's a bunch of Obikin fic because the fandom is amazing and you should go love them as much as I love them, since you can hopefully completely sate yourself on a bunch of fantastic fic to read! Or idk send yourself into a grief coma because sometimes fic writers are almost as mean as canon was, but in the best way, the way that really hits you in the feelings place. Or idk idk just gorge on all the porn because DANG Obikin fandom brings the porn! WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE: ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 121k wip     In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker's miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who thought he had lost everything to darkness. But darkness is generous, and it is patient. ✦ Together in Slumber by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/anakin, 2.4k wip     Several months after his last confrontation with Darth Vader, Obi-Wan finds himself trapped in a vivid and mysterious mindscape. And he isn't there alone. ✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k     Some doors, once opened, can never be closed, and some secrets, once learned, can never be forgotten. or, Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s. ✦ Slow Learner by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 12.6k     Four times Anakin tried to fit Obi-Wan's big dick inside him and one time he managed it. or; the evolution of their sexual relationship. ✦ Redolent of you by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dom/sub, 31.3k wip     This act of espionage is going to require some class A play at antiquated alpha and omega dynamics, only problem is Anakin has never submitted in his life and it's certainly not within his nature,or so Obi-Wan thinks. ✦ Heal Me, My Darling by wasureneba, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 12.4k     Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan takes care of him. For two weeks. Alone. This would be easier if Anakin wasn't quite so gone for Obi-Wan. Or if this didn't involve a daily stab in the shebs. ✦ For He, too, is King by MayMeows, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, historical au, 7.7k     “I am here to present myself to the man who now calls himself King of my people.” Obi-Wan would be impressed as Anakin’s title as God-King, born from the divine himself, often struck people with awe, terrifying or glorifying, but Queen Amidala’s voice is as strong as her shoulders are squared. ✦ How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by Sharp_Tongue, obi-wan/anakin & mace & yoda & quinlan & palpatine, nsfw, time travel, 23.9k     After defeating Vader on a barren, nameless moon, Obi-Wan had let go of the past. But the past hadn’t let go of him. ✦ (feel like i die) ‘til i feel your touch by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & yoda & mace & ahsoka, 15.5k     OR; Obi-Wan gets himself cursed and makes it everyone’s, but mainly Anakin’s, problem.

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED AND/OR DIVERGES: ✦ Yellow Surprise by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.1k     When Anakin is distant with him during a simple negotiation mission Obi-Wan jumps to the wrong conclusion, luckily for him Anakin isn't willing to let him go so easily. ✦ A Good Epithet by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.2k     Obi-Wan should have been happy. He had fulfilled Qui-Gon’s final wish. He had trained Anakin, he had spent ten years teaching the boy and watching him grow, he had cared for him and scolded him and coddled him by turns. He had, for better or worse, been Anakin Skywalker’s Master. ✦ hold on to this lullaby by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & rex, 1k     “Anakin,” Kenobi says with a hint of a reprimand in his voice. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Skywalker staggers further into the room, and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. He rolls his eyes but it doesn’t do anything to mitigate the color high on his face and the effect it has on his features: a pleased expression flashing clear as ion fire. Having made his way to one of the chairs, he drops down onto it with the elegance of a Hutt. ✦ Any Other World by mysticmjolnir, obi-wan/anakin & vader & leia & reva, NSFW, dimension hopping, 24.2k wip     Anakin has been looking for his Master for a very long time. Finally, on Mapuzo, he finds him. ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving. ✦ spirit meets the bone by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, time travel, dom/sub, 2k     Or, the Force keeps sending Anakin forward in time from the Clone Wars. ✦ Azúcar, Sudor by Delzi, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking/discipline, 18.6k wip     Anakin can't stand Obi-Wan's new disciplinary tactic, but he absolutely loves it. ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.3k     Anakin’s eyes snapped open. Oh no. Oh no. Anakin slumped back into the bed, staring down at himself in horror. Anakin Skywalker had just had a wet dream about Obi-Wan Kenobi. [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving.

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD: ✦ Strings Pulled Taut by preromantics, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     (AKA Anakin gets a bunch of gunk in his hair, Obi-Wan has been hyper-fixated, and it all bursts like a bubble.) ✦ dark red by wesnenski, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k     He feels Obi-Wan before he sees him: a ripple in the Force, a glow of warmth in the darkness. When he appears from the shadows like a bleary-eyed spectre, Anakin can only look up at him, nostrils flared, lip quivering. Here is his Master, tired and gaunt but solid and present and real. ✦ Take Care of Yourself, I Wish I Could by Kefalion, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 7k     While Obi-Wan and Anakin are alone on a planet during a mission, Anakin goes into a presentation heat. One Obi-Wan will not help him through no matter how much they'd both want it. Not that they know that want is mutual. ✦ Fever by dirkygoodness, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, cat boy!anakin, 3.5k     Obi-Wan wakes up to a cuddly (Ny)Anakin and is met with something he isn't expecting. He's going to have to deal with it though. And enjoy himself as he does. ✦ sink into the dunes by stardies, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 9k     [A collection of small Obikin drabbles. Each chapter will have its own one shot.] 01. sfw, anakin’s separation anxiety. 02. first time nsfw. 03. obikin zine piece, sith!obi-wan, jedi!anakin, handjobs. ✦ a necessary respite by Anonymous, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.6k     to be fair, all of this is obiwan’s fault. even though his master is calmly sorting through reports the faint buzz of arousal in the back of both of their heads is majorly coming from him, anakin just can’t help but react to it. ✦ the lean and hungry type by tideswept, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 4.5k     And so is Anakin, really, for being excited about this rather than angry. He wets his lower lip, striving to cohere his thoughts into something that isn’t appallingly horny, when Master speaks. “I’m not in rut,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t spring that on you.” “I mean,” Anakin pauses. “You could.” ✦ when people show you who they are, believe them by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, spanking, dom/sub, 3k     Anakin has a meeting with the Chancellor. Obi-Wan convinces him to take a slow morning instead. ✦ needs must by silianrail, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dual sex!anakin, 1.7k     Anakin must be the neediest omega in the entire temple, if not on the entire planet. But if Anakin is needy, what does that make Obi-Wan, who, after all, bends to so many of his padawan’s desires? ✦ Use Me by kittimau, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.5k     Anakin knows what Obi-Wan needs, even if he won't say it.

✦ Insatiable by TheSopherfly, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.8k     Obi-Wan meets Anakin’s eyes with a rueful smile. “You wanted it fast, yes?” “Yes.” Even without their responsibilities looming, Anakin would’ve wanted it like this; quick and dirty, like they just can’t help themselves. “Yeah. Fast is perfect.” “Good,” Obi-Wan says, punctuating the word with a single thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ll last long.” Or; With the twins still asleep, Anakin and Obi-Wan steal some time for themselves. ✦ Hazy Shade of Winter by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.7k     Obi-Wan runs hot; Anakin most definitely does not. Thankfully Obi-Wan is there to warm Anakin up when things get unusually cold in the Jedi Temple. ✦ The Love You Want by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, potential dub con-esque (read the tags), 6.8k     They've returned to their rooms after sparring, flushed and laughing and close enough that the very air feels heated between them. Once the door has closed, Obi-Wan turns to Anakin, smiling, takes Anakin's jaw in the cup of his hand and kisses him like the first blush of spring. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" he murmurs, and Anakin does nothing more than dreamily nod because he knows just what to do when he's slipped under like this. Knows his job is to be obedient and pliant and good. ✦ Handle Me With Care by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     Obi Wan wants Anakin but he knows he shouldn't. He also knows that there is no way he could ever act on it - or so he thought. ✦ tear me apart by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 2.4k     Obi-Wan uses Anakin in the Council Chamber ✦ A Lesson in Listening by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, toys, 4.4k     “Anakin,” Obi-Wan says simply. Anakin feels chills run down his spine. That tone means everything except simplicity. “Bedroom.” His husband commands. ✦ Keeping Company by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 11.1k     "So, will you? Will you help me through my heat? Please, I want you to fuck me, Master, I need it." Anakin doesn't care that he's begging already, but he's getting even wetter between his legs and he can't help it. Obi-Wan doesn't seem to mind anyway, because he groans and drags his fingers up into Anakin's hair and tugs slightly, making Anakin gasp. "Force, yes, I'll give you what you need, Anakin." ✦ king unmaker by unbitten, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, transmasc!anakin, royalty au, 4.4k     How to get your King to stop playing hooky from his appointments to make trips to the brothel? Scold him. Stare disapprovingly. Fuck him yourself.

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT: ✦ Reunion by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/darth vader, ~1k     Some sweetness to help with the absolute agony of Obi-Wan lol ✦ The Jedi Child by RowenaNie, obi-wan/darth vader & luke & leia & cast, NSFW, pregnant!anakin, 48.1k     “The emperor has put my replacement inside of me,” Vader said. ✦ Hand in Unlovable Hand by Rachello344, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.8k     Post Kenobi Part VI: Instead of leaving Vader for dead, Obi-Wan finds himself unable to abandon his dear friend again and so takes him with him. How can Obi-Wan Kenobi live without the other half of himself? Whatever it takes, he will drag Anakin back to himself, kicking and screaming. ✦ dreamscape melodies by egeria, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.9k     "The layers you Jedi wear are ridiculous," Vader grumbled. Obi-Wan let out a huff. "We're in a dream, are we not? Can we not just will our clothes off?" -- or: Vader is in heat and Obi-Wan is in his dream. It's still complicated. ✦ to restrain the darkness by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, some dom/sub, 2k     Or, Vader wants Obi-Wan to tie him up. ✦ dreams of old by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, nsfw, 4.1k wip     Obi-Wan surrenders to Vader on Jabiim in exchange for everyone else's freedom.

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE: ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k     Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ Sticky by Delziae, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & rex & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 25.9k     [Or: In which Anakin is too horny to handle and Obi-wan has a bit less control than he originally thought.] ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & padme, 10.3k     [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ Stargazing by thegingerwrites, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 21k     Anakin and Obi-Wan have become too well-known on the Holonet to take on undercover assignments anymore. But desperate times call for desperate measures and the Council asks them to make contact with a Separatist defector at a gala hosted on Mandalore. At least the event is a masquerade. ✦ praise you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 17.9k     An act of insubordination, a crash landing and a trek through the forests of an uncharted planet bring Anakin and Obi-Wan to a very hospitable village. Sure they think Anakin is a god, but really, what's wrong with wanting to be appreciated? ✦ terribly inconvenient and incredibly terrific by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 24.8k     Obi-Wan has the sheer nerve to imply that Anakin is ill-suited for a mission he himself is going on, which means that Anakin will stop at nothing to prove his old master wrong. After all, Anakin can do anything Obi-Wan can do, thank you very much. Even if maybe, just this one time, Obi-Wan is right. This mission relies on the one area of Anakin's life he's never spent much time or effort thinking about: his omega designation and Obi-Wan's alpha one. But there's no way that Anakin is going to back down now. What will Obi-Wan do? Go to the planet with another, non-Anakin omega? Don't make him laugh. He's Obi-Wan's partner. And Obi-Wan is his alpha. Alpha master. Same thing. ✦ and when you look at me, the weight of how i feel is heavy on me by brahe, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & depa & qui-gon & rex & cast, 37.9k     “Jus’ like a sun,” Anakin murmurs, and Obi-Wan has to strain to hear it, almost misses it. He stills. “Beautiful shining sun,” Anakin continues, and presses his face further into the pool of robes. His voice is slow and sleepy, and Obi-Wan realizes he can tell Anakin is about to drop off into sleep. He blinks, lifting his head to stare down at him in something between awe and shock. That seems to be the standard operating procedure when it comes to Anakin, he thinks, a little wry, a little wondrous.

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM: ✦ a vacationer's guide to being unexpectedly married by treescape, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 7.8k     “A vacation, you need,” Master Yoda had insisted firmly beneath their incredulous stares when they’d first received their instructions. “On a beach, perhaps, hmmm?” ✦ The Lonely Mollusk by temple_mistress, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia, nsfw, 2k     Obi-Wan was incredibly horny, Anakin was, Force-bless him, more than ready to oblige, and the children were miraculously still sleeping. ✦ looking for trouble by orphan_account, obi-wan/anakin (mentioned obi-wan/anakin/padme), spanking, 1.7k     Anakin gets in a fight. Obi-Wan cleans him up and spanks him.

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND: ✦ (I just) died in your arms tonight by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, modern au, 2.5k wip     Where Obi-Wan is still a master of politics and Anakin still fixes spaceships and they’re still irrevocably obsessed with one another. ✦ Win Condition by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, F1 au, 4.3k     Anakin has just won his first race of his F1 career and Obi-Wan, his longtime trainer and partner, knows just what his boy should get as a reward. (His dick. The reward is his dick.) ✦ Hooked on You by whohatessand, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 5.2k     With his wife's approaching senatorial election, Anakin Skywalker tries desperately to be the perfect husband she needs. Little does Padmé know, her husband has been sleeping with her campaign manager, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for quite a while now. ✦ we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, fake married, 5.8k wip     He looks up and meets Anakin’s eyes. A thoughtful expression passes over his face. “Married people are paid significantly more,” he says then, slowly, looking at Anakin like he’s trying to solve a riddle. Anakin stares, dumbstruck. “Huh.” ✦ Would You Like Cream With That? by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, professor obi-wan, 2.1k     Obi-Wan was a good teacher. His students learned the content, he got flattering reviews (even when you ignored the chili pepper Rate My Professors reviews that he could not seem to get taken down), and he generally liked teaching. Good professors did not sleep with their students. ✦ Pride & Preparation by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, school au, 5.6k     “You’re beautiful,” Anakin praised, making Obi-Wan blush. “And nervous.” Obi-Wan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course I’m nervous.” “You shouldn’t be,” Anakin said easily, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. “I love you, and this is going to be really fun.” ✦ swear each night to let him go by vorpalstars, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka, NSFW, modern au, professor!obi-wan, 10.3k wip     Anakin develops an unfortunate amount of lust for his literature teacher ✦ Seven Minutes in Anakin by Saratutti, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, dom/sub, 1.9k     Fully enamored doesn't even begin to describe Anakin’s captivation with the gorgeous professor he has stumbled into dating this Christmas season. ✦ The Melody Wakes the Heart by edgeofn1ght, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 3.5k     However, it's practically love at first sight when Obi-Wan passes a new busker working the alley he passes through every day going to and from work. ✦ Pick-up Games by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 1.1k     Ben’s quiet afternoon is ruined by a basketball player who needs some medical attention. He doesn’t mind too much. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 22: Brakebills by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.2k     Anakin Skywalker was not a typical student of Brakebills University for Magical Pedagogy.

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU: ✦ death by any other name by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, vampire au, 11.5k     While on a mission during his years as a Padawan, Obi-Wan escapes the tight hold of death transformed into something not quite human. In the years following, he isn’t always so lucky. ✦ Till Human Voices Wake Us by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, mer!anakin, 2.7k     It’s late summer when Obi-Wan first notices a flash of gold between the waves. ✦ Goodbye by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, nsfw, 1.2k     Anakin has no wish to leave Obi-Wan, not when they have just been reunited. Luckily for him, Obi-Wan is good at making their goodbye very memorable. ✦ tender like a bruise by stardies, obi-wan/anakin & cast, omegaverse, 6.8k wip     In a stroke of desperation, Obi-wan mates Anakin Skywalker by force on the fiery planet of Mustafar to stop his Fall and save his life. Taken back to Coruscant and imprisoned, Anakin feels the senate's pressure for justice, and Obi-wan, his mate and former mentor is determined to give him another chance. ✦ canaries underground by TheGoodDoctor, obi-wan/padme & references to anakin/padme & obi-wan/anakin & obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, padme lives, 10k     There are good days, and bad days. This is a good one. ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & mace & yoda & palpatine & cast, NSFW, Not a Jedi!Anakin, Sith!Obi-Wan, 63.5k     Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can't refuse. These things are, actually, related.

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: ✦ you can't just leave me by amadwinter, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, 1.6k     Anakin swears he’s above his Omega instincts, but when he’s sparring with his Alpha master one day, some wires get crossed that leave him unable to distinguish friend from foe. A primal fear consumes him, and no amount of Jedi training will shake the feeling he needs to escape. He needs to protect himself from the dangerous Alpha circling around him, searching for any sign of weakness. When backed into a corner, an Omega’s last line of defense is their bite. After all, an Alpha would never hurt their mate… ✦ A Little Early, A Little Late by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 7.4k     Anakin finds out he's pregnant. The problem is that his mating ceremony isn't for another four months. ✦ Sweet Surprise by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 12.3k     Obi Wan and Anakin are forced to land on an unfamiliar planet. Anakin is perplexed by everyone's obvious interest in him, unsure what could be causing it. That is, until he receives some unexpected news. The problem is, Anakin's not quite sure he believes it. The other problem is what Obi Wan might think when he finds out. ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & vokara, NSFW, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying.

[strangersteddierthings]

ooo can i suggest prompt six? "Did you lie to me?" hehe

Thanks for sending a prompt, Nonny! It's my daily ficlet for today!

Daily Ficlet 6

Steve's never been a secret before. He's too likeable (or hateable) for that. He's never had to hide a relationship before because what girl wouldn't want to be with him? All his friendships are well known, or were, back when he was in high school. There weren't even secret rivalries!

So, it's an adjustment, keeping this thing with Eddie a secret. But he's trying. Even though all he wants to do is hold his hand every hour of every day he refrains because. Because?

Well, he's not really full on those details. He knows it's partially because Eddie isn't out to anyone in the group except Steve. He's not even out to Robin, and Steve thought for sure they'd figure each other out and bond over it but that hasn't happened yet. Eddie's also said something about keeping it to themselves so they can just be themselves, together, without other people. When Eddie had whispered that it had sounded so sweet and romantic. But that was, like, two months ago and it's.... it's still romantic, but Steve wants to ramble about how beautiful Eddie is to Robin.

Also! This secret keeping is causing Robin to worry! He can't keep secrets from Robin, he never has. He told Robin he thought he might like guys exactly 0.4 seconds after he'd realized it! In fact, he's so bad at secret keeping that he's told her he has a boyfriend. Won't say who, and Robin won't push. All he had to say was his boyfriend wasn't ready to come out and that was that.

He's out to the Party, too. Mostly as an accidental outing he didn't back down from even when Will offered him an out with his quick thinking. Jonathan knows, too. That was an on-purpose telling after Will came out to Steve when they were finally alone, and Steve learned Jonathan knew about Will.

Anyway. Steve's never been a secret before. He doesn't want to continue being one. He just wants Eddie's permission to tell Robin. He'll be fine with waiting even if Eddie says he's not ready for Robin to know, of course, but he just. He wants Robin to know who the amazing person he rants about is.

So, imagine his surprise when, halfway down the stairs to the basement at Eddie and Wayne's new house to talk to Eddie about telling Robin, he hears his name.

"-because it's Steve Harrington, y'know?" Gareth's voice floats up the stairs to Steve and he freezes. Is Gareth a goddman psychic!? How did he know Steve was here?

"That's your reasoning? Because it's Steve?" Eddie asks, and oh. They don't know he's here. They're talking about him. Steve should make himself known. He shouldn't just stand here and listen. But. Well, if Eddie's finally telling his friends about them, he kinda wants to hear it. Want to hear Eddie spill the secret so they can quit being so secretive.

"Well, yeah. You're the one who's always saying people don't change. Did you lie to me? To us? Has Steve changed?" That's Jeff's voice, and his questions make Steve gut twist. But Eddie's not Nancy. He's not- they aren't bullshit. Eddie knows that. He'll defend Steve. He'll tell them the truth. There's silence, though. Eddie doesn't defend him.

"What's with the silence?" Frankie asks, when Eddie's been quiet too long. Funny, Steve wanted to ask the same thing.

"I'm trying to not snap at you all," Eddie says, and he sounds angry. "I get that you guys might still be hesitant or whatever, but you don't get to come here and throw accusations when you haven't even tried to be friends with him! This is why I don't invite him to come hang out with us! 'Cause you can be a bunch of dicks sometimes!"

Steve feels a warmth bloom inside him. He knew Eddie would defend him, he did. It's just hard to believe sometimes, and he's not going to make that Eddie's problem. But hearing it. Hearing that Eddie does defend him even when he doesn't know Steve's around to hear it. Fuck, it makes him want to kiss Eddie so bad.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry," Jeff says, "you're right. We are being dicks, and pretty standoffish with Steve. We aren't giving him a fair chance."

"You're not!" Eddie agrees aggressively. "Even if he wasn't my b- my friend, he's still the reason I'm even fucking alive. So, respect that at least."

Steve stands at the midpoint of the stairs until the conversation turns to a different topic before he tiptoes back to the top of the steps to turn around and thunder down the stairs loudly, giving everyone in the basement a warning to his arrival.

He'll tell a lie, that he was driving around because he was bored and thought to stop and see what Eddie was up to, and get invited to stay and hang out. Eddie's friends are more open with him than they usually are and Steve doesn't waste the opportunity to try and really engage with them, get to know them.

He can be a secret just a little longer, he supposes, when he looks away from Jeff and catches Eddie staring at him with the same adoration he sees on Eddie's face when they're alone. And judging by the almost slip up earlier, Eddie might be getting closer to not being a secret, too.

[cinnamonest]

I'm thinking about Childe fuckboy sex pest whiny dramatic little bastard tendencies again. It's haunting my brain and compelling my fingers to type so endure my ramblings

His most infuriating tendency is just being so pushy and self-centered. Very overdramatic and whiny about it too. He's that typical boy who just cannot process there being anything that should take priority above him getting his dick wet.

He does genuinely care about you though. Like, if you get sick or something he understands. Will hold your hair back while you're sick and will get you water and stay by your side and hold you and all.... but once it's over and you're finally feeling less queasy after your multi-hour sickness session, laying there in bed, he sort of snuggles up to you, hard-on pressing into your thigh like "so you're feeling better now right 👉👈"

Or you're exhausted, you have a headache, you're just worn out and he's all "But? :( my dick tho? :(" because God forbid he have to so much as conceptualize going without getting to empty his balls in you for a span of over 12 hours. He will get sad if he can't get his dick wet at a moment's notice. As in, he expects you to just drop everything you're doing.

Which is a pesky thing of its own. You, unfortunately, have this tendency to do things, to perform tasks and activities, which is problematic because these things often get in the way. How, pray tell, is he supposed to get the necessary daily dose of pussy if you're doing things you can't immediately drop? It's literally a matter of his well-being and health?? And yet you say "just a minute" or "let me finish this" as if it's not a dire situation, because you are heartless and/or don't understand what he's going through. So he'll just be sure to stand there moping and looking dejected until you can get to a pausing point of whatever you're doing, so you understand the importance of the matter.

Sometimes it's worse and you are actually committed to some task. Yes you have that huge test you have to study for or that thing you have to do for your work but like... what about him. Where does he fit into that schedule of yours, because you mentioned how you're gonna divide up your hours for the night and not once did you mention taking regular breaks to give him attention and pussy and love. Do you just not care, is that it? You don't love him. You clearly hate him and you want him to suffer. Heartbreaking.

He gives you the standard "you wouldn't understand you're not a guy" speech, that you can't comprehend how strong the urges are, the fact that it is preposterous to expect him to exhibit any self-control when horny or to endure the agony of tfw no pussy. You wouldn't get it, it's literally a need and he can't be expected to function normally without getting to cum. No jerking off won't suffice, he can't go back to that because it's not good enough anymore, he has to cum and it has to be in you or else he will be in an unwell state of health and you will be responsible. This is literally like starving a person to death. Cruel. Barbaric. You would never do this if you really loved him. Would never want someone you really love to suffer like this.

He just lays there flopped on the bed or couch next to you, looking utterly miserable. Occasional dramatic groaning. If you're not paying enough attention he'll shuffle closer and wriggle his way under your arm to rest his head on your lap. Following by more "pay attention to me" groans.

And yes he will try to compare his lack of pussy to whatever objectively much worse ailment you're undergoing. He really does feel bad for you with your chronic pain or period cramps or migraines and all that — BUT, blue balls is equivalent to if not worse than any of those. Difference is you're inflicting this suffering on him. Imagine if he was inflicting your ailment on you, that would be unthinkably cruel right? So logically you should feel bad and pity him and fix the problem.

Why are you looking at him like that. Are you upset? ...You know what would probably make you feel better? Oh, now you look more mad. Why are you picking that thing up like you're about to throw it at him. So mean.

[kindheart525]

I’ve been doing more arc planning lately and adding more side characters to the cast, so I thought I’d do a doodle sheet to introduce some of them and give you all a small taste of what’s ahead! 

Smooth Tune AKA Smoothie - Licorice Lace’s girlfriend  A harpist from Licorice’s orchestra, she is equal parts beefcake and angel. She is graceful and gorgeous, with a more cheesy and girlish side too. Many would say she is way out of Lic’s league but she still chose him and would do so a thousand times over.

Aphrodisian Foam - Fashion Model In a sort of “ugly ducking” tale, she started out as an insecure chick with unusual hybrid traits (wingless unicorn hippogriffs are hard to come by) but now she is a show-stopping model who shares her beauty with the whole world.

Tranquila - Trailblazer’s “enemy” An “influencer” by her world’s standards, she has a passion for fitness and loves sharing it with the world. She publishes her favorite workouts and daily musings in various magazines and video tutorials, focusing on strength and balance in one’s lifestyle. She does it all with a calm, chilled-out attitude, contrasting the girl known as her enemy.

Roman Candle - Trailblazer’s “best friend” A wrestling champion in high school, he is a skilled athlete who knows how to stand out. But he was also your typical douchey teenage boy, generally a dick to those he didn’t call friend and not particularly favored among the girls because of that. Hopefully he won’t stay that way forever.

Almond Meringue AKA Uncle Al - Trailblazer’s publicist  A humble old stallion from a village outside of Trottingham, he is Trailblazer’s publicist on paper but in reality he’s so much more. He keeps her schedule intact, makes sure she remembers to eat and rest, and helps her avoid embarrassing herself in public. She really keeps him on his hooftips, but they’ve grown to care about each other in a somewhat familial way which makes his job worth it.

Burr - Mudbriar’s son Somewhat like the uncle he resembles, he broke the mold set by his parents, pursuing a more extroverted career path than Mudbriar and choosing a different genre of music than his other father Feather Bangs. An idol of his little cousin Meteor Shower, he has lofty goals for his career but is enjoying the ride on the way there.

Sweetpea Soup - Manic Pixie Dream Girl Her description is pretty self explanatory: she’s quirky and free-spirited with a rebellious streak, and a strong and contagious appreciation for all life has to offer. Anyone she meets would consider themselves lucky to have known her and be left wanting for more time with her.

Painted Lady - Tea Cake’s aide Passionate about foalcare, her greatest reward is getting to nurture foals as they grow and watching their vibrant personalities bloom. But she can also be a little overbearing and intrude on what is meant to be independent play if she thinks extra care is needed (which it sometimes isn’t). The foal she works with now needs that extra care to an extent, but it’s still annoying.

Infernal Startrail - Blackfire Phoenix’s coworker In some ways she is every corporation’s dream employee with the way she thinks outside the box and has a solution to most problems she encounters. She is decisive, intelligent, and professional, but isn’t above the occasional workplace gossip to an extent. But then again, most people aren’t.

Fireball Rosso - Bullseye’s boyfriend  A talented makeup artist for any and all genders, he’s very serious about his craft. Some consider him arrogant and snooty and maybe he is just a little bit, but he’s very secure in himself and he wants others to be confident in their expression too.

Strawberry Bon Bon - Meteor Shower’s girlfriend A hopeless romantic at heart, she puts her all into her relationships with others, sometimes to her own detriment. Getting her heart broken a few times by guys who didn’t put in equal effort has left her with some trust issues, leading to insecurities that carry over into the next relationship.

Pearl Closure - Sour Peach’s girlfriend  A fashion designer who specializes in “magical girl transformations,” i.e. those extra special outfits that have two designs in one! She can make literal rags unfold into a stunning ballgown, and at the height of her career she’s very popular among celebrities who want unique costume changes. She took her time to nurture her talent before sharing it with the world so it would really be worth the wait.

Fruit Salad - School of Friendship alum She’s a party animal with a little bit of bimbo mixed in, in the sense of not always reading the room. She’s well intentioned, just not super responsible or receptive to when someone wants to be left alone.

Pearl - Miner She is the type of diamond dog that when she has her mind set on something, she will not stop until she accomplishes it. This includes things like digging really deep to get a certain gem she senses, even when she hits rock. She’s eager to meet new creatures and when she is your friend she’s very affectionate.

Juneberry - Mailmare A flirt who always has things to share like fun facts, she likes talking to others and learns a lot from all the ponies and creatures she delivers mail to. Not everyone makes a habit of talking to the pony who delivers their mail outside of small talk, but when they do it makes her day.

Veneer Smokescreen AKA Smoky - Movie theater employee With a monotone attitude, she’s the kind of pony where you just have to believe her when she says she feels a certain way because she’s not going to show you any other way. As a foal she was punished for being too childish despite being a child at the time so now she has issues expressing herself.

Hyacinth Moss - Marmalade Meringue’s wife Insecure and ashamed of her siren heritage, she is easily embarrassed by anything that even remotely makes her look bad (like Marmalade expressing a bad take in public or her kids lightly bickering). She is generally touchy and reactive and will react to any slights very passive-aggressively.

Starfruit Bouquet - Hyacinth and Marmalade’s oldest son A soccer player practically since he could walk, he has a love for the game and a love for life no matter what successes or failures come his way. He isn’t in the game to win, but loves it for the camaraderie and teamwork it comes with. Any mistakes he takes in stride as long as he has his friends by his side.

Sour Grapes - Hyacinth and Marmalade’s youngest son A spelling bee kid who will probably graduate to the debate team and then some prestigious college, he is ambitious and competitive. The game is cutthroat and so is he, albeit in a rule-abiding way. You would think he and his brother would be at odds with how different their values are, and they certainly do disagree, but not as much as their parents do. Making fun of them is one thing they can bond over.

Please let me know what you think and feel free to theorize about their roles! Which of these characters are most excited to see in the story? I can’t wait to introduce them proper, which for some should be pretty soon!

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Roman Candle designed by @melos-magic-ponies Infernal Startrail and Pearl (the dog) designed by me Everyone else designed by @gelidponies

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Man those people on your ‘why are you straight edge’ poll are really showing their disdain for people who engage with any sort of drug… if I may add, I voted for having a medical restriction (my liver is failing thank youuuu immune system) AND I also take prescription opiate medication to help with pain. Every time I take my painkillers on days where I’m not working so that I can enjoy my hobbies I have complicated feelings about it because anti opiate rhetoric is just EVERYWHERE and it’s like… I just want to have a nice day. Getting over the ‘oh but it can be ADDICTIVE’ stigma is so important and it’s really not different just because I have a prescription. People who are so nasty about drug use for recreation are so stressful to me.

Ikr it's like people have such disdain for addicts, and drug users in general. I get upset about this because while I personally am a very casual user and I spend most of the time sober and am self assured so I can walk people being dicks about it off, but I know addicts and their lives are hard enough without all the stigma piled on top of it. I just wish everyone could be addiction neutral and pro harm reduction but they're so moralistic about it. I wasnt the politest I could have been about people not drinking and having sex because I was trying to keep it light and I know people take things like this really serious and it kinda backfired.

But like I totally know what you mean about the opioid thing. I really think that our society could benefit from being a little more addiction neutral, because yeah sometimes substance dependency does ruin your life, but I'm neurodivergent and I've met people where I think that doing life with drugs is better for them. Like you raise a great point about opioids. They're dangerous and addictive but if you're in pain because of a disability you need pain management. It's not really an option if you want to lead a normal life. There's a lot of heroin addicts who got that way because they needed pain management and their doctors refused them on the basis that they might become addicted, but taking a daily pill to improve your life, while it may be illegal depending on the substance, isn't bad. I bring up my own neurodivergence because I've heard of the same thing with ADHD and stimulants. Most people who have an ADHD diagnosis can get an Adderall prescription, but undiagnosed people and people falling through insurance cracks will sometimes turn to the street version. And it's like those people, both the ones with a script and the ones who are self medicating, should not be forced to live a substandard life because of someone else imagines there's some purity to a life without drugs. The goal should be to get those people the drugs they need in the safest way possible.

And I come down really easy, to the point where I forget to take prescription meds and don't experience any ill effects, but I have a friend who experiences a come down from their adhd meds thats not unlike the comedown ive seen from my other friend who's a meth user, and this friend with the ADHD meds can't function without them. But when the doctor and the pharmacist get them their meds on time they live a perfectly happy fulfilling life. That's what I mean when I say I'm addiction neutral. Most people who get addicted didn't just pick up heroin or whatever one day for shits and giggles. When I fuck around with "highly addictive" substances I make sure I'm in a good place and it's not a problem to drop them. People who develop problems are usually either they're escaping from something or self medicating. The goal for society can't be to never do drugs we've had drugs literally for longer than we've been humans.

I've heard second hand of a study which I haven't gone looking for, I might, because as you can tell this is a bit of a soap box for me, where they gave Heroin addicts a prescribed dose of heroin like you would pick up Percocet for chronic pain at a pharmacy, and because those addicts weren't shooting up mystery amounts and worrying where they were going to get their next hit from so they didn't start rattling and all the other things that make addicts lives hell, they were able to start doing things like holding down jobs. That study should have been a game changer. I want addicts to be able to live, and selfishly I want to be able to go to the drug store when I'm bored and say "one mdma high no fentanyl please" and leave with something to spice up the afternoon. That's like, not a moral failing on my part even though I'm not self medicating I'm just having fun.

The way the war on drugs has ruined drugs, which like, genuinely drugs are sort of magical when you think about it. Not just the fun ones either. Like when I was a baby I had a really bad bladder infection that absolutely would have killed me if I had had that same situation just like 100 years ago, but my mom was able to force a pill down my throat and it went away. Since then I've probably had at least a dozen little things like that that would have killed me dead if someone hadn't invented a chemical that could interact with my body and make it genuinely not a problem. and the fact that we have that for things like chronic pain and we're too afraid to use it because of stigma is so insane. Like god forbid people get high.

[mywheelieweirdlife]

Shout out to everyone else who has stupid digestive issues and every life change you do or don't make for it.

For me, 98% of changes I make feel worth it, but I know for others it's not.

But every time I spend a few days not at home on my very specific eating habits and schedules; I feel it and I hate it.

Normally people don't treat peanut butter and dates as a main part of their diet to the point where a jar of peanut butter going up in price is worthy of crying over bc it fucks the whole budget and you do in fact budget to buy both pitted dates and dried apricots in bulk.

Normal people don't treat yoghurt as a holy grail because your digestive system is so messed up that daily probiotics are also a life saver.

And peanut butter, Up&Go's and protein supplements worthy of the highest of fitness bros? Yeah; that's because I can't eat red meat regularly or meat regularly because my body refuses to tolerate it.

Do I take supplements like a vegan should because I have to eat vegetarian and eggs are expensive so I use cheese and milk as primary sources of calories? Yes yes I sometimes do when I can afford supplements; or more accurately I buy foods and juice with supplements... sometimes specifically made for elderly people who struggle with pills and food intake because I'm poor and that's the easiest way to do it. (And generally, they do taste good)

Do I live off coffee, dates, apricots, fibre supplements and slippery elm and lemon&honey tea because my body likes to refuse to digest food and I don't want to pay for or take laxative pills and the drinks are gross and expensive? Yes, unfortunately.

Do I also have to physically massage my entire digestive tract three times a day to physically move it because my muscles don't work? Unfortunately.

Does all of this lowkey scare me because I do want to get pregnant one day and I have no clue how that'll impact it? Yes, very much yes. Will be eating so much gentle high fiber food in the third trimester if I ever get pregnant knowing that's coming (not just because pregnancy... specifically for postpartum. If you know, you know).

Like do I feel incredibly sick and have for the last two days because of the changes while I was gone? Yes, it was awful.

Do I know have to fix my entire body because of it over the next two weeks? Yep, unfortunately. While having very little money to my name.

Did it once again highlight how much energy, effort and time my body steals from me? Yes, I spent a full hour and a bit on the toilet because of my stomach being a dick yesterday before therapy while my mother was out on a walk. And a good 30 tonight low key crying in pain which is fun.

I will also acknowledge that there's two sides of this:

I can spend the hours of planning and preparing and working with my body, acknowledging that it will never function normally but fuck I can try my best to live pain free.

Or...

I can do what I did while I stayed with others this weekend and pretend that I am fine and that food is not a problem... and pay for that in pain and constipation and bloating and all the other fun issues that come with my conditions.

And I personally choose change my lifestyle because I live with enough issues; but I have friends who choose 'normalcy' all the time not just for convenience on mother's day weekends.

But it's hard and it sucks and I can't get laid when I'm off my routine because it's too fucking painful. I have blood pressure spikes and drops when I'm off my routine. Hell; I never feel more dysphoric than when I'm off my routine because suddenly the pain reminds me of everything and I'm so tired my mental health drops like an avalanche on Mt Everest; fast, hard, all consuming and deadly.

And this is one part of my chronic illness management.

This is only 1 change.

It's not the nerve pain management, it's not the mental health management, it's not the connective tissue issues, the dislocations... anything else that impacts my life.

It's just the impacts my stomach and intestines have on my dietary requirements and the extra symptoms they add and exacerbate when I don't maintain a specific schedule for management that took years to learn and control and occasionally fluctuates.

Like I will never live a normal life and it's hard af but it's still mine and I want to live it.

But there's more than just me and we all deserve the recognition and acknowledgment for how much it takes and what fucking badasses we are for surviving such bullshit.

[suzuran777]

Review: Laughter Land (Langmaor)

After many people recommended this game to me, I finally played it! It’s a dark fantasy game published by Langmaor, directed by Yura, who is of course well-known for Luckydog 1. She was also the main artist of the three other Langmaor games (Enzai, Absolute Obedience and Teikoku Sensenki) though this time it seems like she took a break and Yuzuki Ichi was in charge of the art and character design. If you’re okay with games like Enzai, I think this one should be no problem to play, but of course avoid it if you’re not into that kind of stuff.

Synopsis This story focuses on protagonist Richard McBain (Dick), a young boy living in a small village, who grew bored of his everyday life. One day when he attends the local village fair, he meets a mysterious boy who seems to resemble a jester. He introduces himself as Guillered and talks about a different world called ‘Laughter Land’. In this world, every wish can be granted and children never grow up. Every day is fun and nobody has to work or go to school. Before he knows it, our protagonist finds himself in Laughter Land. Everything Guillered promised him is almost too good to be true...

The game’s story sometimes reminded me a little bit of Peter Pan, the children in this game can stay young forever and they don’t naturally age. Upon entering Laughter Land, Guillered implants a red gem into everyone’s bodies, which gives him the ability to make wishes. He however fails to explain that not everyone in this world stays young forever, the second they develop a more mature mindset their red gem turns into a blue gem and they’re not allowed to stay in Laughter Land anymore. Well... guess what, this also happens to Dick in the first route you play. Guards surround his house and he is forcefully taken to the ‘Forbidden Zone’, a place where people who possess blue gems live. These gems aren’t able to grant any wishes anymore and basically serve no purpose. 

The Forbidden Zone is not a place most people want to live, rampant with criminal organizations and drug problems. However not everyone who lives there is bad, there are many people who were unfortunate enough to be born there or who ‘matured’ after being brought to Laughter Land.

Characters

Richard McBain (Dick) Our protagonist. Everyone in the game calls him Dick (...yeah that's something I had to get used to lol). He's a curious young boy, but a bit sceptical to the rules of this new world he got transported to. Soon after his arrival he starts regretting his decisions of coming here.

Guillered The person who created Laughter Land and who is responsible for bringing all of the children there. He tells Dick that he just wants everyone in this world to be happy, but he seems to be hiding something. Throughout the story he often appears to give Dick advice.

Ioan A very intelligent boy who can often be found at the library. He is very shy and can often be found studying and reading. He can sometimes be a little bit clumsy which often results into him making mistakes.

Roddy An enthusiastic boy who highly values his friends, always willing to help others in need. He is always looking for someone to accompany him during his daily adventures. He loves flying in the sky and going to various places to play.

Cornel A boy who helps patrolling Laughter Land, always looking for ‘blues’ who aren't allowed to stay there. He likes being the center of attention and has a hard time admitting any of his mistakes. Can often be found together with his brother Oswald.

Sergi One of the people who live in the ‘Forbidden Zone’. He's very serious and calm. Likes bargaining with people. He seems to be looking for his family who also seem somewhere in Laughter Land.

Greg Also lives in the ‘Forbidden Zone’. He gambles a lot and immediately spends all of his money. He can sometimes be a little bit strange, but he’s very protective of his friends and often takes care of stray animals and injured children.

Dag Another resident of the 'Forbidden Zone. A watchmaker who also seems to be working on several other projects. However, his laid-back behavior and love for alcohol prevent him from completing any of these projects. He is a very friendly and caring person who takes care of his friends.

The game uses an interesting mechanic which allows the main character to travel back in time, so the whole first route is one long ‘common route’ which introduces the world and characters to you. After this I tried playing the routes of each character with a red gem first, because they’re the first ones you meet in the common route. I was also interested in learning why exactly these characters were able to stay ‘young’ forever, while others couldn’t. Many of them have been living there for years so their real ages remain unknown.

Even during these routes in which Dick’s gem doesn’t turn blue, not everything is as happy as Guillered claims. The second anyone is transported to Laughter Land they forget about people who they used to know in the real world. Furthermore, every time they make a wish, one person they know in the real world will forget about them. By doing so, children who travelled to this world have no reason to return to the real world anymore, as nobody will be waiting for them anymore at ‘home’. You can keep track of this in-game too which was quite interesting!

I played the game in the following order: Roddy > Ioan > Cornel > Sergi > Greg > Dag > Guillared > True route. However when I look back at it now it might be better to play Cornel's route a bit later because he returns in Guillered's route too. Sergi's story is also surprisingly relevant to the True route, so maybe that's also one better saved for last. I used half-a-net's guide for this one because the one posted on Aarinfantasy seemed to spoil some endings. Each route is not super long compared to most other visual novels, but I think it's just the right amount. Even though not every route has the most happy ending, the ‘true’ ending definitely makes up for that. 

By the way, I really like how the game’s user interface always displays the gem, so you can check if you’re aiming for the right route. When you make more ’mature’ decisions the red germs starts getting darker and eventually turns purple. If you keep making these decisions it will eventually turn blue. In Ioan’s route it’s mentioned that purple gems can still turn red again, but the second your gem has turned blue it’s too late and it won’t be able to turn red ever again. 

I think the only thing that didn't get explained much is whatever this side character called Zachariah’s purpose is. He is the leader of this kind of shady organization and the casino owner. I thought he was going to be the main villain but he wasn't really (?), but maybe he's just there to add some suspense to the blue gem routes. That's honestly the only thing I can think of that doesn't make much sense to me, but it’s probably also not that important. I think I do want to try getting a copy of the official setting book eventually, but because the game’s so old I’ll have to hunt down a second-hand copy.

I honestly had no idea this game even existed because Jast only localized Enzai and Absolute Obedience (Zettai Fukuyuu Meirei) a long time ago, which also means Laughter Land is only available in Japanese. It was released I'm 2006 but I still really liked the the art in this game, the CGs are really pretty and colorful. I also really liked the OST! 

I guess I will continue playing older BL visual novels because you never know when you’ll find something good nobody talks about. Definitely DM me if you have any more recommendations!

[cutest-big-dragon]

Friendly reminder to content creators that if your subscription to view count is low, or viewer retention is poor, you don't need to beg people to subscribe or finish the video. But first, let's talk about reasons: 1. You're making references only a specific community will understand, that isn't even related to any of your previous videos. (ahem all of the jojo references I have to sit through in a video about tf2, despite never having watched jojo, or really cared about it in general) 2. You say things that might seem fine to you, but may insult your audience. (I can't tell you how many youtubers just call people slurs ON VIDEO, like, I remember having to click "don't recommend channel videos" because they won't stop insulting groups of people) 3. You're trying too hard to get something out of it. Max ads, in-video sponsors, constant begging to buy merch, support patreon, subscribe, like, and suck your dick after we buy you a coffee. Personal note: Nobody likes being BEGGED to give you money. If you're homeless? Its another thing, but like, 90% of youtubers are sitting in a studio apartment being like "please if you don't like or subscribe I have to work a job like most people" or "if you don't subscribe I can't buy bread". Maybe yt isn't the career for you then? People subscribe to things they like, and want to watch or hear about, people will sub if they want to, and if they don't, don't pressure them? Especially with the guilt tripping I see 24/7. 4. You have no passion about the things you talk about. (pretty self-explanatory) 5. Unnecessary politics, religion, controversial things. Activism is a great thing, but I'm just gonna skip over most sections where a dude compares a game to how "liberals, republicans, communists, capitalists, are destroying the country" or whatever. I just want to watch a dude play a game, it's my coping mechanism. It's where I sometimes go to avoid all of these things. Please make a separate video for it, especially cause you can go more in-depth there, and I would probably be interested anyways! Just not if I'm already having a mental breakdown about the world's problems.

6. Blatant clickbait (the obvious one) You don't need to make the title "Best country in the world" and then spend 90% of the video giving filler. You got a random idea you wanna share? Post it in a non-video format, if it's too short to be a real video. You don't need sexualized depictions of characters in the thumbnail, you don't need to do anything like that. (a good example of not needing to do that is Daily Dose of Internet, where rarely do their videos not cover what was in the thumbnail/title) There are real, interesting things out there! If you just wanna make a gameplay video? Name it so! I'd be much more interested in watching something titled "TF2 Heavy Gameplay, with commentary" than something like "BRASS BEAST IS BROKEN??? (GLITCH)" My point with all of this is VIDEOS ARE AN ART FORM, THAT IS MEANT TO BE ENJOYED. ART CAN BE A CAREER, BUT ONLY IF YOUR ART IS WORTH LOOKING AT. OTHER THAN THAT, PLEASE MAKE VIDEOS WITH LOVE, NOT GREED, OR FAME BEING YOUR ONLY OBJECTIVE. Btw if you read this, thank you. It means a lot <3

Oh and finally, take what I say with a grain of salt, you don't have to do any of it, I just, as a content consumer(?) would enjoy it. The youtubers I sub to are the ones who don't ask.

[mass-convergence]

Been thinking about that pathologizing vs humanizing post a bit more… now this is my take from someone who’s def not neurotypical (I shouldn’t need to tell you my diagnosis but I’m ADHD) and is honestly a jerk a lot of the time due to just being overwhelmed with life. Also this is a singular take from one of like 8 billion people in the world who’s only political power is a vote in a red state and maybe holding a sign at a protest. If you don’t agree with it - please move on.

Not allowing this to be reblogged because I don’t want people in my notes telling me to kill myself or deactivate because reading comprehension on this fucking site is ass.

Okay so…

Mental illness should not be an excuse for being a dick. Your symptoms, they’re real - I’m not diminishing that. Going to have to center myself on this one because reasons: I’m not diminishing that sometimes I get so emotionally overwhelmed that it feels like my chest is ripping in two. I’m not diminishing that someone telling me to do something makes me feel attacked and not want to do it. Not diminishing that when I’m overwhelmed or overstimulated - I shut down and turn into a sullen, quiet asshole who doesn’t talk to people and just sits there and quietly stews in the corner glaring at everyone while my emotions go into a nuclear meltdown.

Those are all very real symptoms and all very much attached to my mental health diagnoses (emotional regulation and sensory processing is fucking hard with ADHD).

That being said.

I can either blame everything in my life on ADHD and say that every time I fuck up a friendship or any attempt at a relationship: well it’s my ADHD. I can’t help it. They have the problem, they’re the ones being unreasonable by not accommodating and understanding me. And I think that that’s not even like an abnormal thing for that kind of defensive reaction - I think everyone has issues with self reflection and hates that shitty feeling of being wrong.

Or I can recognize that these are the symptoms of ADHD and say “shit - I need to work on this because it’s also actively making my life and mood worse”. Obviously I can’t therapy or live, laugh, love my way out my my ADHD symptoms. I will still have rejection sensitivity, I will still have times where my emotions overwhelm me, I will still get overstimulated. But I also know that to function in daily life - I need to be better at coping with that shit.

I’ve been on the receiving end of having my feelings absolutely wrecked by someone who blamed everything on their mental illness/diagnosis. And yes I was sympathetic, even empathetic, to what was going on. I understood.

But at the end of the day - that doesn’t change the fact that they still hurt me. They still said some truly fucking hurtful shit and I understand it was due to their pain but that doesn’t change the fact that they should have never said what they said to me. I will not give anyone a fucking pass on that. And if they blame it on their diagnosis I will absolutely call them out on it. Okay you have RSD and you lashed out in a panic. The end result is the same - please actually apologize.

Yeah there will be times when people, no matter what, say that everyone’s using mental health as an excuse. And “obviously mental health is bullshit because everyone has a diagnosis these days”. “We don’t need mental health days! They need to just get over it!” … And those people are ableist assholes.

But you also just need to recognize that you can’t lash out at or hurt people or say bigoted fucking shit and then immediately say that you can’t help it because it’s because of your mental health. Kudos on the self reflection but that does not absolve you of anything if you’re not doing anything to cope or mitigate the impacts. (Especially if you’re being bigoted and using your political power to push agendas that actively hurt marginalized groups…..)

And if anything it gives ammo to the ableist asshats who say people use mental illness as an excuse. And it also increases the stigma around these illnesses.

[mzminola]

Note to self so I don’t forget: those copied tags up there are mine. If they look familiar, brain, that’s because you wrote them.

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Sidenote on the magical sword supposedly judging sin and your tag “Tim being that sure of his goodness”: I interpreted that incident not as “Sin exists, Tim doesn’t have any, and he’s confident in not having any” but as “Tim doesn’t believe in sin, so the sword has no effect”. Which means to me, it gives us no data on his mental state.

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RR being one of the comics to address mental health issues might be part of it; I think some of Tim’s other comics do too, but they seem more about depressive episodes directly tied to his losses-via-death, rather than how that depression affects his day to day life and choices?

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The scene with Kon in Adventure Comics was short, but Kon & Tim still actually talked about the specific problems. Tim admitted what he did, that he knows it was wrong, that he stopped, and that he feels messed up. Kon shares something he’s doing, doing because he feels messed up too.

It gives the impression that Tim is not going to repeat the cloning attempts, and that he’s not going to fall into the Bat-secrecy that Kon objected to in their YJ days.

With Dick and Tim, they say that they’re okay now and exhibit some trust, but the problem itself isn’t actually directly acknowledged or addressed. We do get examples that they’ll trust each other in the field (Tim letting Dick freeze him, Dick following Tim’s plan with the LoA attack), but trusting each other during crisis is... arguably not one of the issues they had?

The end of the first RR arc did not leave me with the impression that Dick would listen in the future when Tim says he’s not okay, that he would talk to Tim ahead of time for big decisions, or that he would intervene when Damian harasses Tim (Damian’s “get a longer skirt” comment was completely ignored, and yeah that’s probably part of Comic Book Quips, but the quips are a Doylist issue and for the interpersonal problems I’m trying to use a Watsonian lens).

The ‘hit list’ incident in the next arc exacerbated this negative impression.

So did the “Judgement on Gotham” crossover arc: if I recall correctly, Tim & Selina both went “LET’S GO FIGHT THESE JERKS RIGHT NOW”, but Dick-as-Batman insisted on playing by the villains’ rules. Dick didn’t even do it for strategy reasons-- he’d gotten a mark from the sword earlier, was wrestling with guilt over his past, and wanted to play along for personal reasons.

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I can’t speak to the Bruce Wayne: Murderer arc because in my Robin read, I haven’t gotten there yet, so I’ve only seen the Batgirl 2000 issues that covered it. And I’ve kinda skipped around for reference points in the immediately post War Games era, not sat down and read it straight through yet.

Which honestly... might also be part of why fans give RR so much weight? Comics are hard to get into, hard to follow when there’s a lot of crossovers, and fans have varying levels of access. My hometown had zero comic shops, or anything but Archie in the magazine racks at the grocery store; if it wasn’t a collected volume at the library or pieces of issues being analyzed on Livejournal’s Scans Daily, I couldn’t read it. My comics access currently is online, and sometimes issues just vanish.

I’ve been sticking with Post-Crisis Pre-Flashpoint era so that I’m only reading stuff I know has an ending. Before getting into the longer series, I read Tim’s early solos, Young Justice 1998, Batgirl 2000, and Red Robin because their number of issues was something I felt confident in getting through in a few days or weeks. I could read them from start to finish without my attention dropping out suddenly partway through.

As you said,  “But maybe those stories don’t sting as much because they match the internal logic of their own series better?” And I think that ties into the length & access thing. Dick & Tim’s resolution may by good by overall DC or Bat-comics standards (sure better than Bruce manages most of the time!), but while some fans are reading dozens of titles, some of us are just reading a handful. Or even just one title.

“Maybe Red Robin is upsetting because the first 12 issues involve an actual emotional healing arc, long term recovery is hinted at, and then” And then jumped into a series of very short arcs that don’t touch on that healing/recovery, and don’t give Dick & Tim much interaction.

I’d actually say that the Captain Boomerang arc gave me more hope for Dick & Tim’s relationship recovering than any of the earlier stuff? Because Tim went pretty far in testing his own limits and Dick makes sure to acknowledge out loud that Tim made the right choice, that under the circumstances that choice was hard, and that he’s proud of Tim.

It’s not something that addresses their issues, but it’s... hm. Words. Sorry, cannot explain that gut feeling currently.

It does feed my feeling that if RR had been longer, if Dick & Tim had more positive interactions before the universe reset, fans probably would feel differently. Not everyone, and to varying degrees, but I think we needed more on-page positivity.

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I’ve seen other fans saying that a big factor is that these particular issues can be grounded in real world ones, that hit a sore spot for a lot of readers.

Bullying by a sibling, adults ignoring it. Being expected to just put up with it, getting increasingly frustrated because you can’t find any way to make them stop, being the one to get in trouble when you hit a breaking point.

Telling someone you could previously lean on that you’re not okay, only for them to brush you off because they’re dealing with too much of their own issues to be supportive.

I know Robin is a job title and not a stuffed animal, but “Parents/Guardians give something important to you to your younger sibling, and tell you that you don’t ‘need it’ anymore when you’re upset” is a painfully relatable experience for a lot of people.

So even though Tim doesn’t tend to hold grudges (or doesn’t... let grudges get in the way of other things?), and the majority of his relationship with Dick is better than this, some readers are gonna see all this and want him to hold a grudge. They want the pain and unfairness to be acknowledged, if not by the characters, at least by the narrative.

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This got long. Okay, summary of points for potential reasons why RR has so much negative impact on fandom’s view of Dick & Tim’s relationship:

Endings leave strong impressions.

They say they’re okay, but don’t address the problems, and we see Dick repeat parts of his mistakes.

It’s easier to read the entirety of Red Robin than the entirety of Robin or Nightwing, and definitely easier than reading all of both.

If the series had given us more positive interactions before ending, that might have counterbalanced the negative ones.

Hits too close to home.

And there could be other factors too! These are the ones I have thoughts on.

Other people are allowed opinions, but does one count as a Tim fan if Tim&Dick aren’t the favorite team? I’m not so sure! (Technically fine one can, but. It does seem wrong.)

I think we might be OLD fans. Pre-Red Robin, it would be hard to read about the Batfamily without centering those 2. They kind of WERE the Batfamily. Cass had just joined, Jason was pretty insistent he wasn’t coming back, Damian wasn’t there. If you wanted siblings, they were your option, and they were AMAZING.

Dick had put so much work into gaining Tim’s trust and getting him to open up. He’d taken a kid who was almost completely self reliant and self-contained, and taught him to call when he was feeling depressed, or wanted romantic advice. Dick called him little brother, and ruffled his hair, blindfolded him to ride on trains, and teased him about rats as the wriggled through sewers. Dick went to Tim’s Young Justice parent-teacher interview!

Tim, on the other hand, was so good at being quietly supportive, and limiting the amount Dick isolated himself. He’s the only Bat that regularly went to Bludhaven, to provide Nightwing a patrol partner, and Dick a movie buddy. He talked with Dick about things that were bothering his older brother, and then backed off if Dick asked - both of which are unusual in Dick’s life.

They were siblings in a way that we don’t get a huge amount of in media. Neither was a kid, the relationship wasn’t full of cuddles and proclamations of affection (despite fandom), it wasn’t loud and full of fighting. Neither was a stand-in parent (though they both tried, at times). Dick was allowed by the narrative to mess up, to fail Tim multiple times, without being a “bad” big brother.

They’re the reason I got into the Batfamily.

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I think Young Justice or Teen Titans fans could probably love Tim without realizing he isn’t himself without Dick Grayson. And no one in the last decade has any reason to think they’re anything special together.

Also, the Red Robin Series of Incidents seems to have resonated really deeply with a lot of fans, and their issues with their own siblings. I can’t really imagine a sibling relationship where I can’t talk things through, and help my younger sibling heal, but I’m aware that there are a lot of relationships that aren’t the same. There seem to be a lot of fans who find Dick’s actions unforgivable.

Dick and Damian are now a much more prototypical (media) sibling relationship - media LOVES relationships where one side spends most of their time being perfect so the other can heal, and only struggles where the other can’t see. I can see why. I want someone like that in my life sometimes, too.

Cass managed to claim a large part of Tim’s heart very quickly, and I’m really happy about it.

Jason has been given a lot of work by the fandom, and has multiple interesting sibling relationships because of it. I’m fascinated by what Tim and Jason could be.

There are so many possibilities, now! It’s great.

I just wish modern fandom had seen enough of Dick and Tim that they could see that The Series Of Events After Bruce’s ‘Death’ wasn’t all these two were. That they knew enough about (my interpretation of :P ) old Tim to understand that Tim doesn’t hold those kind of grudges. (It’s actually one of his weaknesses.) That they understood that Tim built a lot of his identity on a foundation accidentally set by Dick, and after finding out, Dick chose to make that foundation stronger, and that they built something strong enough to survive almost anything.

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Foreign Feelings - N.YT

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x f!reader (she/her pronouns), Lee Donghyuck/ Haechan x reader, mentioned Lee Donghyuck x Huang Renjun

Word count: 12.001 words (damn...)

AU/Genre: (strangers to) friends to lovers, college!AU, exchange student!AU, smut, fluff, very brief angst, slow burn, humor (hopefully)

Other characters: mentioned Jo Haseul (LOONA)

General warnings: daddy issues, smoking (cigarettes), reader gets nipple piercings (descriptive), yuta has a whole lot of piercings, too many sexual jokes, everyone in this is bisexual, internalized homophobia, Pepero game

Smut warnings: masturbation (f, twice, once wihth Yuta in the same room), dirty talk, mentioned porn, fingering and oral (f receiving), daddy kink (I'm sorry, it slipped), Haechan has a big dick (wbk), making out, nipple play, praising, creampie

Summary: Yuta quickly becomes your best friend, but what if he's more than that? He certainly lights your private parts on fire (in a good way), but the general problems of exchange students stand grandly in the way of you daring to admit your crush to yourself and him. A series of unfortunate events of your typical friends to lovers drama.

A/n: I usually try not to go into detail about the reader's origins, but since it's needed for the plot (kind of), reader is a foreigner studying in Korean, just like Yuta. FYI: "Would you like to eat ramen with me" can be used as general slang to indicate sleeping together. It could be translated with "Netflix and Chill". I'm not an expert tho.

A/n 2: I started writing this a year ago, forgot about it, and then found it again. Yes, this is the fic that inspired the name of this account. Yes, it's a shame that I only finished it now.

Foreigner. Sometimes, you really felt like one.

It’s been about two years since you had moved to Korea to follow up on your studies there instead of your home country. It had been hard in the beginning, but after two years you had grown accustomed to your new home, slowly getting the hang of how things worked. The hardest part must have been learning the language because even though your studies were in English, you had to use a lot of Korean in your daily life. And sometimes, when all of your friends joked around, throwing in puns in Korean that you didn’t understand, you felt like an outsider.

Well, that was until he came.

He, Nakamoto Yuta, is an exchange student from Japan. One day you had been sitting in your Social Economics Class, doodling along on your notepad waiting for the professor to start the lesson, when suddenly a voice had asked if the seat next to you was already occupied.

Your first reaction had been to jump. It had been early in the morning (you can’t remember why you had decided on joining an 8am class that semester) and you hadn’t expected having to talk to anyone beside your friend Haseul who would pick you up for a cigarette break two hours later.

As you had turned your head towards the culprit who almost made you lose your favorite pencil to the steep slope of the lecture hall, already afraid it would be that one creep who seemingly couldn't get the hint that you were not interested in the contents of his pants. Instead, you had been stunned. The stranger had stood there in all his glory, a few strands of his dark brown, wavy hair hanging down to his shoulders as they had loosen from his ponytail, full, plush lips slightly parted as his big brown eyes stared down at you while he awaited an answer.

He was probably the most gorgeous thing you had ever had the honor of laying your eyes upon.

“N-no.” You had hurried to grab your stuff that you had spread over the entire table to make space for him, “please, sit down.”

“Thank you.” He had smiled as he sat down and put his jacket next to himself on another empty seat. You still hadn’t gotten used to his appearance, the way his jawline curved so prettily towards his fully pierced ear, his gentle eyebrows hanging lower as he concentrated on the lecturer in the front preparing his presentation, the perfect curve of his nose complimenting his slender face even in profile. Your eyes followed the roundness of his prominent Adam’s apple, which bopped as he swallowed his own saliva, then down over his sculptured collar bones into the low hanging neckline of his black shirt, granting enough view on his muscular chest to still leave some of it to the imagination, but gave a good idea of what was lying underneath, almost begging to be unwrapped.

He was breathtaking.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird that I’m just sitting down next to you. I’m just new and you looked friendly.”

“Huh?” You had blinked twice as you realized that he was indeed a real person and not just a piece of art to admire – a sculpture curving before your eyes almost sensually – and he must have taken your stares as a question as to why he had to sit down next to you, and not what they really were: you checking him out. Actually, that was still an understatement.

“Oh, no, really, it’s fine. No problem. Can I ask what your name is?” You had tried to start a normal conversation.

“Ah, I’m Yuta. Nakamoto Yuta. And you?” He had smiled brightly, probably relieved that you didn’t hate him for sitting down and invading your personal space. And you had smiled back, giving him your name. His smile had been the most healing thing you’ve ever seen. It seemed as if nothing bad could ever happen as long as he’s around.

And that still hasn’t changed.

The two of you had talked until the lecture had started and even then it had been hard for you not to take the conversation further. It had seemed as if you two just clicked. After about two hours of listening to the lecturer (a greying man who sounded like he was a sleeping pill on legs), Haseul had entered the hall, squeezing through piles of students trying to get ahold of a banana milk at the cafeteria before their next lesson, to pick you up to go have a smoke outside, and you had just casually asked Yuta to come join you.

That’s how you became friends with Nakamoto Yuta.

Now, about half a year went by and Yuta made your life at least three times better. He always has brilliant ideas for after-lecture-activities for when you aren’t in the mood to go to the library yet to type away yet another essay in a hurry because you've been procrastinating since last Tuesday. He is also a master in about all of the courses you need help in (and the other way around) which leads to study sessions that are not only fun and interesting, but also helpful.

But most importantly: he is always there with you. When you have to ask the barkeeper for the third time what he said because you can’t understand him over the loud music and your lack of proper Korean, or when you have to pull out Papago-Translator for the seventh time one morning just to decipher where in the world your package has gone missing to. And especially when your friends make those inside jokes for Korean-masters only and you look at him to see that he is about as clueless about what that means as you are.

But somehow, you two just stay friends. Which, don’t get me wrong, isn’t a bad thing at all, but there is no denying that he is absolutely and without a doubt the most beautiful being you had ever laid eyes on, and is a perfect match personality wise and you would literally get on your knees for this man in a heartbeat (to propose, obviously).

There is just always this little thing in the back of your head, holding you back: just like you, Yuta is just an exchange student, he will leave you sooner or later, long-distance never works, and you will only get hurt. At least, that's what you'd learned from the countless failed relationships of your parents.

So you stay friends, the bestest friends. And you still enjoy every second with him, whether you two are studying, laughing, or deep-talking under a full moon.

“Yeah, she’s getting her nipples pierced today.”

“Bro, what, you don’t have to tell everyone,” you pout and nudge his shoulder. He grins and taps the ashes off his cigarette with his freshly manicured (by you) black nails with little drawings on them, the grey clump falling onto the ground of the marked smoking-area.

“I’m sorry, but I’m so excited for you. My bestie is getting perforated for the first time.” He beams, wiggling his eyebrows first at you and then at the poor stranger in front of him who made the mistake of standing in reach of Yuta’s excited voice and making eye contact with him for 0.1 seconds.

“Fifth,” you correct him, pointing towards your earlobes which held exactly four silver rings in them.

Yuta holds up his arms in defeat. To be fair, he hasn’t really told everyone before, but now that you are standing in front of the piercing studio, inhaling the last cigarette before you get your real piercing cherry popped, as Yuta calls it, he gets too excited to keep it to himself. He insists that those regular ear-lobe piercings don’t count as real piercings. He himself has a fair share of real piercings himself, which makes him a self-proclaimed body-hole expert. You had tried to talk him out of this nickname for obvious reasons, but he insisted that the ambiguousness of it makes it even funnier. Two kinds of people, you guess.

Moving on...

From top to bottom, in that order, he has 5 piercings.

Firstly, he used to have an eyebrow piercing, which his friend got him when he was a teenager, but he somehow lost the piercing while sleeping and the next morning the hole was almost healed again, leaving him with nothing but a tiny, circular scar. He still counts it though.

Next is his nose ring which he had gotten only a few days after coming to Korea. You had to drive back to the piercing studio with him three (3) times because it got infected over and over again, but it wasn’t Yuta’s fault, of course, the piercer just sucked ass and apparently messed it up. Ever since, he's kind of reluctant to get his septum pierced as well.

His dermal piercing is next, a small, silver ball with a crystal made of glass which sits just below his left collar bone. He says he is actually surprised that it hasn’t fallen out yet.

Next comes his bellybutton piercing. It had been his first, he got it straight up on his 18th birthday, a shock to his parents, but it was something he had dreamed of for years, and he is still happy with it.

Yuta is strictly against gender norms and wears whatever he finds pretty, not caring if he buys it in the men’s or women’s section or if it is pink or blue or “for girls” and “kind of gay”. He loves wearing crop tops that show off the pretty jewel that adorns his toned stomach, even if people stare. Or maybe because people stare.

Lastly, he has another one, but only God knows what it is and every time you ask, he just winks and smirks and says “you don’t wanna know”. But you want to know.

A few minutes later, you sit inside the piercing studio. An absolutely gorgeous young lady is putting rubber gloves on as you sit and wait for instructions.

“You can take off your clothes now,” she says and nods.

“I- um- should I leave?” Yuta asks, eyes wide and a little nervous, apparently only now realizing that one has to take off their shirt (and bra) for someone to stick a needle through their nipples.

It usually takes very much to get Yuta even the slightest bit flustered so this was kind of new territory for you, seeing Yuta's concerned stare makes him kind of cute.

“Bro, are you joking? It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen you puke and that was probably worse,” you say, pulling your arm through your sleeve to take off your shirt. You glance over at him just to see him gulp, but you brush it off as only a decent human reaction to be somewhat uncomfortable seeing someone else’s boobies for the first time. I mean, you would react like this too if you saw his naked chest.

A few moments later, you lay on your back, tits full on display, the pretty girl had marked your nipples to pinpoint where she would put the needle through, and is now touching around your nipples to get them to harden. In the corner of your eye, you can see Yuta leaning against the wall, eyes focusing a little too much on an unoccupied nail in the wall in front of him.

“Okay, I’ll start with the left one, okay? I’ll count to three and then pierce through it. Are you ready?” the piercer asks you. You nod at her and try to relax. You are nervous, like, really nervous since this is probably going to hurt like hell.

“One, two.”

A stinging pain rushes through your nipple and makes you hiss, an almost embarrassing sound of pain squeezing out of your throat, a tear threatening to creep its way out of your eye and down your cheek. That fucking hurt. As you look down, you see it. There is a needle stuck through your nipple, both ends of the sharp object peeping out on both sides. Inevitably, panic arises in you.

“What happened to three??” You exclaim, trying to breathe through the pain as she replaces the needle with a barbell piercing. Fucking hell, it feels like your nipple will just spontaneously combust.

“I wanted to surprise you.” She smirks. “Alright, ready for the other?”

“No, no, no, no,” you laugh awkwardly. You aren’t ready. You really aren’t. You are honestly just scared, and your body doesn’t want to go through that pain again.

“Come on, you can do it. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to hold your hand, maybe that’ll help?” She suggests, smiling over at Yuta, who looks like the poster on the wall showing a burning skull is the most interesting thing he's ever seen in his life.

“We’re actually just friends.”

“Ouch,” she says, and you think that’s funny. And kinda true.

“She’s a strong girl, she can handle it,” Yuta says, the big vein on his neck looks like it’s about to explode and cover the whole room in a fountain of blood as he tries to focus on deciphering the interesting writings on the sanitizer bottle, which judging by the incredible concentration he puts into it must have a great storyline and a thrilling twist to it.

“Yuta, I don’t think she can,” you admit and intend on stretching your arm out to make a grabbing motion with your hand, but moving your arm moves your boob and your boob protests against the sudden movement by sending waves of pain through your body which makes your groan. “Please?”

He takes two deep breaths, then walks over to you, reminding himself to only look at your face. He leans down, taking your hand into his and starts to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Noticing the fear in your eyes, his features go soft, and he talks to you in a soothing voice and tells you that it’s going to be okay, and sends a smile towards you, making your belly tingle.

You nod. When he’s with you, you can do anything.

“Friends my ass,” the piercer reminds you that you two are, in fact, not alone. She walks around to your right nipple. The sudden movement causing Yuta to lose his focus on your eyes, as they flick over to her for a second, than back to you. But not your eyes.

You catch him staring at your breast. Full on, wide-eyed, his thumb stopping his motions on your hand as he takes you in. How pretty you lay before him. Exposed. Your boobs just out on display, ready for him to grope at them and tease your pretty nipples with his fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Oh, your nipple, so red and hard and swollen from getting pierced just seconds ago. How he wants to suck on the shiny jewelry once they’re fully healed.

He gulps. He knows he can’t think like this about you. You are his friend. His best friend. He doesn’t want to lose what you have. He is scared that he will hurt you.

The next thing you know is another sharp pain coming from your right nipple, shooting through you and spreading in your body. Your face scrunches and you let out an “ah”-sound, as she quickly replaces the needle with a piercing.

“It’s done. You alright?” She smiles, you nod, and after putting band-aids on your nipples, she heads towards the door. “Just get dressed, be careful though, and come to the front when you’re ready.”

Once she’s gone, Yuta looks at you, amused, like the moment the two of you just had never happened. “You okay?”

You pause and stutter, “h- p- o-okay? Am I okay? Fuck no, there’s fucking holes in my body, please, Yuta, it hurts so bad. Please save me, I will literally die.”

He chuckles at you and acts as if your begging doesn’t have an effect on him. He is glad that he is not wearing grey sweatpants today, but dark jeans and an oversized shirt that will hide anything and everything that happens in his pants.

A few weeks later, you open the door after the doorbell rang, only to find Yuta standing there, a big tote bag in hand and a beaming smile on his face. You notice he dyed his hair. It’s a medium blonde, and he looks breathtaking.

“Uh, what?”

“Hello to you too, bestie. I have brought snacks and movies and hope you will let me come inside.” He blows a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“You know I’d always let you come inside, Yuta.” You grin and step aside so he could enter.

You don’t really remember when it happened, but someday Yuta and you just casually started making sexual comments towards each other, just jokes, just for fun. And it was so much fun, at least until you realized that it's maybe a bit too much for your friendship. And you remember the exact moment you realized just that.

It had been a long day, you had classes until late at night, coming home after someone in the bus literally fell on you and drenched you in your milk tea that cost a shit ton of money, and didn’t taste as good when you had to suck it out of your shirt and hair. All you wanted was to take a long hot shower. So that was what you did.

You had peeled your milky clothes that, apart from the admittedly delicious smell, had been unbearable to wear the whole walk from the bus station to your apartment, off of your body and dumped them into the laundry basket. This was work for another day. You hopped into the shower and let the hot water rinse you of your stress. You washed your hair and body and suddenly, without you realizing it, really, your hand was between your legs, gently massaging your clit that you had completely neglected for the past week because you had a very important presentation to prepare with Yuta.

You thought of the two of you presenting today, your professor clapping afterwards and smiling at you, telling you two you did a great job. You thought of how Yuta had smiled at you and whispered to you:

“You did so good baby girl, how about I reward you after this?”

Which was obviously a joke – clearly – because he had laughed afterwards and smacked your shoulder, but your lady parts didn’t see it as that: a joke.

At least you got bubble tea out of that.

You decided that your fingers weren’t doing enough for you so you grabbed the shower head and brought it down. Excitement shot through you, and you gasped at the feeling the water pressure gave you. Your mind wandered back to Yuta and the many things he’s jokingly said. He was such a tease, probably knowing what his words did to you. Maybe it had always been his plan to rile you up until you couldn't take it anymore and would beg for him to take you, or maybe that was just you wishing.

Your mind showed you your best friend that one time you had asked to get a lick off his popsicle and he decided it was a good idea to almost shove it down your throat and say, “don’t act like this, I know you can take it”.

This was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good. The stream of the hot water brought you closer and closer to orgasm, the muscles in your stomach clenching to cope with the overwhelming feeling of stimulation that you had lacked for so long.

Trying to pull your mind off of your best friend, you tried thinking about that one girl in her short skirt you saw at the park a few days ago, or the actor in that drama that you found attractive. You tried to imagine him pinning you against the wall and fucking into you from behind, but as imaginary you turned around, you only saw Yuta.

“Cum for me.”

You were close, so damn close you could nearly taste it on the tip of your tongue. Your pussy clenched around nothing, the empty feeling causing you to slide two of your fingers into your hole, massaging your walls and trying to reach as deep as you knew Yuta could. Moaning out, you tried to think of anyone, anything other than your best friend, like that hot video you saw on twitter of two girls 69ing on a couch.

The last thing your mind showed you before your final release was Yuta, kneeling in front of you in the shower, eyes big, round and innocent as he looked up at you, fingers deep in your pussy moving in sync with your real ones, and his tongue lapping on your clit. He looked so pretty underneath you.

“Please, cum for me,” you imagined him saying as your orgasm took over you. It had been so intense that you slid down the shower wall to sit on the ground. Fingers pumping in and out of you slowly to drag your orgasm out as long as possible.

You sighed, thinking about how morally wrong it felt to picture your best friend while getting off, but no matter how hard you tried, Yuta always made his way back into your mind, and seemingly, there was nothing you could do about that.

“Which movies did you bring?” you ask as Yuta unties his Doc Marten’s only to slip into his baby blue bunny-slippers a few seconds later to keep his feet warm around your apartment.

“I brought horror movies.”

You frown. There literally exist 19 other genres which he could have chosen from, but this bitch decides to choose the one you didn’t like. Well, actually you like them, it’s just that you are so easily startled and never able to sleep alone after a horror movie.

“Why?” You whine, but he just looks at you, tells you you would like it and then suddenly kisses you on the cheek before heading deeper into your home.

“Come on, it will be fun!” He exclaims from inside. But you aren’t even able to follow him by how startled you are by his sudden actions. He has never kissed you before. Why did he kiss you? And why did that make your belly tingle and your cheeks flush red. Ah, that's right: because you're crushing on him, but you're not ready to admit that yet.

“Uh- um- y-you know I can’t sleep after watching movies like this,” you stutter instead as you do follow him to sit on the bed next to him. It’s no big deal, you are always chilling on your bed because you are only a student living in Seoul and therefore can’t afford anything bigger than a broom closet. Your apartment consists of your bed, a desk and a closet in one room, and then a kitchen, and a bathroom. Having a separate kitchen is already a luxury.

“Oh, come on. Of course I am prepared.” He holds up his bag from before, suggesting he’s going to spend the night. Which also isn’t a big deal, you shared a bed multiple times, but given the circumstances that he kissed you earlier, you are kind of taken aback.

“Or- do you not want me to?” Yuta asks as you don’t show your usual excitement about getting to spend even more time with him.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, no. I’m just scared that you will punch me in the tits in your sleep and rip off my piercings.” You are actually proud of yourself for coming up with an excuse that fast. And he seems to buy it as he smiles and drops his bag back on the floor.

“Ah, don’t worry I will only be gentle with your nipples.” He winks, then laughs out loud. You wonder what’s up with him tonight.

Later on, you’re about half an hour deep into the movie, and so far you have almost punched Yuta in the face twice because you jumped so hard. And when the screen shows another creepy creature crawling backwards on all fours, you scream and accidentally elbowing him in the ribs, causing an aggressive hiss to hit your eardrums.

Soon, he has enough and pulls you closer, placing you in front of him and holding onto your arms from behind by snaking his arms around your slightly trembling form. “Please, you have to stop hitting me.”

"Funny." Your face drops into a serious expression which he can't even see from his place behind you, a noise that you try to make sound like the fakest of false laughs you can master voicing from your mouth. "If you didn’t want me to accidentally hit you in the face then you should’ve brought another movie," you reason as you feel his hot breath fanning against your ear, making you feel weak in an instant. You shudder as heat rushes downwards, and your heart skips a beat as you feel his hot figure pressed against your back, and his muscular arms hugging around your shoulders. His hands hold onto your wrists, restricting them from moving. It feels just too sexual, but you just let it happen. Partly because you don't want to make it weird by pointing the suggestive nature of your position out, party because you wholeheartedly enjoy his frame behind you.

After him restricting your movements, you don’t really jump anymore, but not because of him holding you down. Well, to be exact, it is because he’s holding you, but indirectly. You see, his too-close presence behind you, his warmth and the way he grabs onto your wrists makes your head spin, your mouth dry and your mind wander – far away from all of the scary things happening on TV.

You really want him to at least let go of your hands. Not because you don’t like the feeling of being bound and restricted, but because you like the feeling of being bound and restricted. You shift, getting uncomfortable as your wetness soaks into your underwear, and at any other given moment you'd be embarrassed of how turned on you are just because someone's holding onto your wrists... Anyway.

You scoot back, probably a little too far back because you can feel your ass hitting against something. Something hard that’s poking right into your backside. Heat rushes over you for a moment, contemplating what it could be.

It's probably his cellphone in his pocket, you decide, not wanting to get further into it, but as you shift further, you're able to feel it again. And not only that, you can hear a silent gasp creeping out of his throat directly into your ear.

You freeze, heartbeat increasing rapidly as it pounces against your ribcage. Is he hard? You shift again and again and again, just to be sure you aren’t imagining things. And every time you draw a little sound from his mouth that gives you goosebumps and goes straight into your core

“You can’t keep shifting like that,” you hear him say, his voice low and breathy and a little desperate.

“W-what do you mean?” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You know exactly what he means. He means that if you keep rubbing your round ass over his cock he will bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk for at least two days – at least that’s what you imagine.

Him rawdogging you from behind, grabbing onto a fistful of your hair as his rock hard cock slams into you, hitting only the right places, then bending over your back, his fingers finding your clit easily, his teeth grazing over your neck and biting down only to leave kisses on it afterwards. Him whispering into your ear what a good slut you are for him, taking his cock so well as he stretches you out. You leaning back into his touch, arching your back only for him to hit deeper inside you, his tip brushing over your cervix multiple times until you squirt all over him-

“You’re sitting on my foot.”

- or not.

Turns out his voice wasn’t “breathy and a little desperate”, he was just in pain because your dumbass sat on his feet. A little embarrassing, you admit later that night, the horror movie long forgotten, you lay awake beside him as he sleeps soundly. Good for him, you think as he breathes steadily next to you while you contemplate your entire existence. Why is he always in your head (sadly not literally) and why are you so turned on by everything he does?

“Probably daddy issues,” you quietly say to yourself, trying to pinpoint the source of all your mental problems on your emotionally distant father. As an answer you only get a low groan from beside you, a noise Yuta often made while sleeping. The first few times you had mistaken it as moans and were a little too cocky about it at the breakfast table the next morning, asking him if he dreamt well as he sent you nothing but looks of confusion.

You sigh. It’s late and the two of you have another project to work on tomorrow, so you decide to try and fall asleep. Which goes all well until Yuta's stirring next to you wakes you up again. Oh no. He’s shifted closer to you, his face only inches away from yours and you can see the distant moonlight illuminating the beautiful features of his face.

And he’s so close right now, his eyelashes are so pretty and long as they faintly brush his cheeks, his nose curved so perfectly and his lips so unbelievably soft and plush to the eye that all you want is to kiss them.

Oh, how badly you want to kiss him.

How you want to kiss him, softly but passionately as you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as you run your hands over his strong chest and his toned abs down to stroke him until he’s fully hard only for him to grab you by your thigh and waist, and turn the two of you around so he's on top, pressing his erection against your center as you make out, tongues dancing together and teeth nibbling on each other’s lips softly. You want him to slowly fuck into you, his forearms next to your head and his fingers playing with your hair as you switch between kissing lovingly and keeping eye contact as he bottoms out over and over again.

At this point, your fingers involuntarily find your clit, your other hand massaging your insides with two fingers in sync with imagination-Yuta and his cock. You’re so riled up from all of the imaginative foreplay that it doesn’t take long until you cum, walls clenching around your fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, right in time as the Yuta in your fantasy whispers into your ear.

“I love you.”

Realization washes over you as you come down: you just masturbated while your best friend is sleeping next to you, thinking of him making oh sweet love to you. This is so, so wrong, especially the slip of the three magic words. To this point, your crush on him had been excusable as being horny or whatever, but now? You're not too sure what to make of this.

There's just one thing clear in your mind: you really need to get laid.

So that’s what you do. Not even 12 hours later, you already download tinder. And not even 72 hours later, you found the perfect man for the job: he’s absolutely beautiful, and doesn’t have anything misogynistic in his bio nor a picture of him posing with a fish he’s caught. How wonderful.

The two of you click right away, it’s clear that both of you only want to fuck, so you agree on a date. He says he at least wants to take you out to dinner like a real gentleman before he “gets down to business” (his words, not yours). That’s how you end up dressing up on a Thursday night, your dear friend Yuta sitting on your bed looking at his phone. He recently discovered TikTok and is officially addicted.

“Okay, what do you think?”

You turn around to face him, presenting your outfit. Yuta looks up, the video on his phone still playing as his eyes take in your figure in that outfit that hugs your curves so perfectly. He takes some time to admire the sight until he raises an eyebrow.

"You look amazing, bestie, but what’s the occasion? I hope you remember I will leave in a few minutes for work so I don’t have time to unwrap you." He grins as his thumb finally tabs the screen to stop his phone from saying "my money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds" over and over again.

"Actually," you grin back, "I was hoping for you to leave soon because I also have plans for this evening."

"Oh, really? What? Watching porn by yourself again?"

You put on a fake smile, he’s referring to that one time he caught you watching Japanese porn. Well, not really, you just forgot to close the tab in your phone as you asked him to google 'where does the word smut come from' while you were painting your nails. In your defense: you didn’t search for it, it just popped up on the front page and looked interesting.

"Very funny. No, actually, my date’s picking me up."

"Date?" Yuta questions, eyes wide and you think you can see a little bit of disappointment in his face (but maybe that’s just what you're hoping for).

"Yes," you answer proudly and almost as if you had planned it, the doorbell rings, "oh, he’s here!"

"He’s here?" Yuta follows you as you sprint to the door, telling your date that you would come downstairs in just a minute.

"Come on, let’s go!" You almost push Yuta out of the door after grabbing your jacket and purse, and putting your (matching to Yuta’s) Doc Marten’s on.

"And who is this guy?" Yuta asks as you make your way down the staircases and out of the front door of your apartment complex. He doesn’t seem too thrilled about you going on a date with someone he doesn’t know.

"I’m Donghyuck," your date greets and answers Yuta’s question. The man is wearing a black shirt and black pants which would have made him look intimidating if it weren’t for his extremely adorable bear-like features that are only supported by his fluffy light brown hair.

Yuta seems a bit taken aback the cute exterior of your date, as if asking himself if this is your type. Still, he greets back with his name before saying (and hugging you) goodbye.

“And who’s that, your boyfriend?” Donghyuck jokes as he looks back at Yuta who stomps away, not even looking back at you.

“Ah, no, he’s my bestie,” you giggle, a little intimidated by Donghyuck's ethereal beauty, “Hyuck, I have to say: you really are beautiful.”

A few hours later, after you had eaten (and split the bill), you are back at your place. You had learned enough about Donghyuck to trust he wasn’t a murderer (you sent your live location to 3 of your friends just in case though) and let him inside your apartment.

The two of you are heavily making out of your bed, most of your clothing scattered around the room. You’re so turned on, mostly because of Donghyuck's handsome face and the general way he carries himself. He knows he’s sexy, and he makes you feel incredibly sexy too as he’s touching your body and caressing your collar bones with his pouty lips. Plus, he’s funny.

You are also turned on because the distant scent of Yuta’s cologne hangs in the air around the bed where he sat before. But you forget all about that as Donghyuck dips his fingers into your panties, gently touching you.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me baby girl. Have you been waiting for my cock, hm? Have you imagined me pounding your sweet little pussy?” He whispers into your neck and you moan involuntarily at his lewd words. You had always been weak for dirty talk.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You gasp, emerged in the feeling of his finger sliding into you with ease at how wet you were.

“Ooh, daddy, huh?” He chuckles and it sounds so incredibly sexy. He lowers himself to your center and discards of your panties to see your glistering wetness up close, then licks over it. You almost cum right then and there simply because of how hot he looks as he eyes your most private area with so much hunger in his eyes, as if he’s a starved man.

Donghyuck dives back in, his finger almost directly shoved back into you as his tongue finds your clit. You arch your back, his tongue teases your bud as it swirls around it, making you whine. He adds a second finger and pumps them in and out of you as his lips finally hug your clit and suck on it once, harshly, then a little softer, but all you see is stars.

"D-daddy, you’re making me feel so good," you somehow manage to let out in between moans as Donghyuck's tongue and lips work their wonders on your clit. You have your eyes shut tightly as his fingers hit your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He lets out lewd slurping sounds as he’s eating you out like no man ever did, as if he was born for this.

You are so close to cumming, your walls clenching hard around his fingers, when he suddenly lets go of you. You whine at the loss of contact and stimulation.

"Want you to cum on daddy's cock, baby," he explains and you nod hastily, watching hazily as he pulls down his boxers and puts on a condom in no time. Just like Donghyuck's ego, his cock is huge. And your mouth salivates just from the thought of trying to get your small mouth around it to try and swallow him, but right now all you want is for him to fill your your other hole up real nice.

“Ready?” He asks and looks at your already fucked out face to get your consent – which you give him without hesitation – before he slowly shoves his cock into you. The stretch is so sweet and he glides in easily despite his girth from how wet you are due to his previous ministrations.

Donghyuck doesn’t completely bottom out before he pulls out again until only his tip is inside of you to slam back in, frequently checking for any discomfort on your face. When he’s sure you’re comfortable from how you moan, he picks up his pace, fucking you harder and faster. He gives out the hottest of sounds as he groans before telling you how nice your hole feels.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he leans back a little and changes his angle to aim a little upwards, throwing your legs over his shoulders to hit deeper inside of you and you swear no one has ever touched you as deep inside as Donghyuck.

Before you know it, your walls contract around him as you scream his name while your hands grab onto the sheets to just grab at something. You cum so hard you think you’re going to pass out, but Donghyuck’s here. Donghyuck holds you and slowly fucks you through your orgasm.

When you finally feel like you can think again, you open your eyes just to see Donghyuck towering above you, forehead damp from sweating as his hair sticks onto it, shoulders wide, pecs flexing as he pistons his hips into yours. He looks so sexy like this.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he tells you, voice raspy and just full of sex and you spur him on with your moans and dirty words (even though you’re not even able to form proper sentences) and his thrusts become a little sloppy until he slams his cock into you one last time as he releases his load into the condom, groaning out.

He quickly discards of the condom and cleans you up with a tissue before lying down next to you. There’s silence for a few minutes as the two of you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Hyuck,” is the first thing you say, making him chuckle, “that was literally the best sex of my life. I-“ you pause to smile dumbfounded at the ceiling, “I’ve never cummed like this before.”

"You mean-" he shifts to lay closer to you and strokes your arm with his fingers.

"Only from a dick inside me, yes."

Donghyuck chuckles, and the moment could have been perfect, if only you hadn’t been thinking of a certain someone again, wondering what he’s doing right now, working at the local DVD-rental (you always wonder why it still exists, who rents DVDs nowadays?).

Of course your mind had to go there again, wondering what it could've been like with Yuta right now, how he would be after screwing your brains out. Is he the type for cuddles after sex? What would you do if it was him, would you be able to tell him how you really feel?

"Hope I was a good distraction," Donghyuck kisses your shoulder and you freeze.

"What?"

"Ah, no, it’s really not a problem. I’ve just seen the two of you. You can’t tell me there isn’t something going on between the two of you. Have you seen his face as he saw me? Damn, I thought he was going to knock me out," he pauses to laugh while you stare wide-eyed at nothing. Is it really this obvious?

"I’m sorry," you finally bring out, feeling bad for Donghyuck. It must seem like you were using him.

"Oh, what for? We both agreed on only fucking. And if it bothered me, I wouldn’t have fucked you. You know that, right?"

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s strange to you that it doesn’t bother Donghyuck, at all. But maybe that’s just how he is.

After assuring you that it really was okay at least three more times until you finally believe him, the two of you lay in bed a little longer, talking about nothing really and just enjoy each other’s presence. You open up about your possible feelings towards Yuta and it feels good to finally be able to talk about it with someone.

"I get it, you know?" Donghyuck says. "I’ve been in your position before."

"Oh, really?" You raise your head from his chest and he stops playing with your hair as your eyes meet his. You're still shocked to find that you crush on Yuta seems to be so consuming that you're not even feeling the tiniest bit of romantic attraction to Donghyuck, even though he's just been balls deep inside of you, giving you a toe curling orgasm and now looking like he's been sculptured by God's favorite angels. Trying to get Yuta out of your brain, you lay your head back down to the softness of Donghyuck's stomach. "Please elaborate."

"I have this person in my life and I think I like them, but there’s just-" Donghyuck stops to sigh, the movements of his fingers on your skin haltering several times as he speaks, but you don't mind. "There’s a problem and I’m not sure if they even like me back."

"What’s the problem?" You ask, grabbing onto his hand with your own to prevent him from messily stroking and entertain him by playing with his fingers instead.

"Well, the main problem is that he is a guy."

"And?"

"And I’m – obviously – not gay." He motions towards your two naked bodies.

"Oh, Hyuckie." You giggle "Maybe you are a little gay. There’s nothing wrong with that. ‘Everyone’s a little gay’. That’s what my mom always says. Maybe you're bi. Actually, you don’t even have to label yourself, just love who you love, and if it’s a guy, that’s cool."

Suddenly, Donghyuck kisses the top of your head. It’s silent for a good while.

"Thanks," he says, "It’s just that my family and friends back home are pretty religious and stuff and- I’ve only talked about this with one other person – a childhood friend of mine – and he said I should just ignore it, not get into it, boys don’t love boys, and that it’s disgusting. But I think I really like this guy, and I think he likes me, he’s into guys, too."

"I’ve seen him bring someone home before, since we’re roommates, and I really didn’t like it. At first, I thought it was because I didn’t want to have two guys fucking in my own house, but then I realized it wasn’t hatred or disgust, it was jealousy. I hated to see it because I wanted to be that other man. I wanted to be the one who makes Taeil moan like that, make him feel good, and take care of him afterwards… maybe you’re right, maybe I am a little gay."

You smile and hug him tightly. After that, you feel closer to Donghyuck. You talk a little longer until it’s getting late and it’s time for him to leave. You hug him goodbye, and remind him to update you on the roommates-to-lovers situation and Donghyuck smiles and nods, hugging you one last time, really hard, and then he leaves, and as soon as the door shuts, you feel the urgent need to talk to Yuta.

The next time you meet Yuta, it’s at university. You fear he didn’t take your date with Donghyuck well as you walk in and see him sit by a large group of people, chatting, instead of at your designated place. You walk past them to your seat, sit down and unpack your bag until you get startled by a chocolate milk being placed right in front of you. You freeze, raise an eyebrow and then look up to see Yuta, lips shut, but smiling widely.

Your other eyebrow joins the first as you look at him bewildered. "Milk?"

“Yes, your favorite! I felt bad for being like this yesterday, I was just surprised that you were out there dating and stuff, so I might have reacted a little wrong… I’m sorry! Please take this milk as a sign of my deepest regrets." He delivers a 90 degree bow and you can’t help but laugh. Of course you forgive him. You weren’t even mad at him in the first place.

Yuta sits down next to you, you smile, and it’s like nothing has changed. That is until lunch time, the weather is nice and warm, Yuta and you decided to pick up some fried chicken and eat it on the lawn at Han River. Maybe it hadn’t been that good of an idea since Yuta's wearing a skirt which caused the two of you to get a lot of weird stares and a few comments from bypassing strangers.

The whole skirt-thing in general is kind of a problem for you. Not because you think it’s weird or anything, but because it’s short, really short, and exposes the delicate muscle of Yuta’s legs to your eyes and rides up his thighs dangerously high as he sits down, giving you enough room for lewd fantasies and erotic imaginations of what you want to do with said thighs. You just hope he doesn’t catch you staring.

Once you’re finished, it’s almost 2pm and you have to hurry back to make it to class in time. You pack your stuff as a loud dinging noise emerges from your phone. You check the message and smile widely. Donghyuck has send you a picture: he’s lying in bed, hair tousled and without a shirt as he smiles characteristically smugly into the camera. It’s only then when you see what the picture is really about. On his chest, in the right corner of the picture, you can see a boy with short brown hair, eyes closed, a naked shoulder covering most of his face as he’s snuggled into Donghyuck just like you were a few days ago.

"What are you smiling at?" Yuta teases you and tries to catch a glimpse of what’s showing on your screen. You think you locked your phone fast enough before he can see as you answer "Hyuck just send me a picture". For the rest of the day, Yuta is unusually quiet.

After your encounter with Donghyuck, a few weeks had passed without you getting anywhere near railed and to be honest, it showed. Not only did you period end about a week ago – which means you’re ovulating and extremely responsive – and your nipples piercings are now fully healed, but extremely sensitive and easily stimulated. On top of that, for some reason, Yuta’s acting up too. It’s like he can sense your desperate state and decides to be even touchier and closer to you than ever. The worst part are the suggestive comments.

The two of you meet for another movie night, this time at his place. When he opens the door for you, you swear you almost collapse. Yuta dyed his hair again, this time a pretty tone of blood red, he wears it in a half up bun, a few strands falling out into his face and onto his neck. He looks downright delicious.

A few minutes later, Yuta tries to get his "stupid TV" to work, rummaging with the cables as he kneels on the floor, completely bend over in the shortest shorts you’ve ever seen. You stare and it’s almost embarrassing as you almost drool on his couch.

“Oh, fuck me!” He tells the TV – and you almost spit out the sip of water you had just taken to calm down your raging hormones – as he gets up only to kick it. And it works! The screen shows the menu of the movie he’s put in (you genuinely have no clue about what kind of movie it is since you just nodded at everything he said because those shorts aren’t only short, but also really, really tight in the front and you had to invest all of your energy into not looking at his crotch again).

The movie starts and Yuta doesn’t waste any time to sit close to you, once accidentally brushing over your clothed nipple with his arm as he reaches for some snacks. You cry on the inside as you watch him stuff his mouth with Pepero, his lips hugging the slim sticks, his tongue darting out from time to time as he licks at the chocolate coating. This was torture.

Suddenly, Pepero in his mouth, he turns to you, catching you staring. He grins, takes the sweet out of his mouth and holds it up. “Wanna share?”

You feel like someone’s just thrown a billiard table at your face. What’s wrong with this guy? He already has the stick in between his lips again and comes closer, so close, that you don’t even have a chance to flinch away before it hits against your lips. Without thinking, you wrap your mouth around it, eyes wide as Yuta keeps steady eye contact with you as he bites on the Pepero.

He’s getting closer and closer and you feel like your sweating, your heart thumps in your chest and Yuta looks at you so intensely that you feel your core throb. Your eyes widen even more in complete horror. What is he doing? When will he stop? Will he stop at all?

As if reading your mind, Yuta stops. And grins. And then he pulls back.

“Ah, I’m joking, why are you looking at me like that!” He laughs and it takes all of you to not choke him right there. Instead you laugh as naturally as you possibly can.

It gets worse, though. Sometime later and without a warning, Yuta suddenly decides that it would be best to torture you even more and place his head in your lap. You panic a little. It shouldn't bother you, it's nothing unusual, he does it fairly often, but right now, this is the place where you want him to be the most and the least. You can smell his hair, it smells like hair dye and his cologne and it’s enough to get you even more wet than before.

Suddenly, Yuta giggles, “I can hear your tummy,” he says, “are you hungry?” He gets back up to look at you intensely. You gulp. You blush. You don’t know what to say. The only thing in your head right now is how you want him to absolutely demolish you.

“Baby, would you like to eat ramen with me?” He asks you in Korean and right then you know it’s over.

“Yuta, I swear to God, either you stop this right now or-“

“Or what?” he grins. He knows what he’s doing. The shorts, the Pepero game, the touchiness, the suggestive things. He knows what it does to you. He has to know, or else, that would make him to most innocent, naive person on the planet.

“Please, just-“ you don’t dare to vocalize it.

“Tell me what you want baby girl, and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

You look into his eyes and all you see behind the teasing glint is sincerity. Isn't this how love stories work? One gets pushed into a corner and confesses, and the other party magically loves them back? There is so much that you want to tell him, so many thinks that are dancing around the expanse of your brain day and night, about all the things you love about him, about all the dreams and thoughts you've had about him, and all the feelings that bring your heart to pounce like crazy every time he's close to you.

Though nothing comes out. Because as much as you like him, you're just as scared. Scared of rejection and abandonment, and even more scared of a future without him. It's too dangerous to risk everything that you have for, yeah, for what exactly? You're not even sure if he's serious with his constant flirting. Even though almost everything he says is suggestive, for all you know, it could be all bark and no bite. And even if it isn't that, what if that's all he's feeling for you? Wouldn't it be even worse for your poor, strained heart if he'd ask for only your body and nothing more? Plus, the usual problem of being exchange students, whatever you have right now is not going to last forever. And that scares the shit out of you.

So, instead of telling him exactly what you want, you take a deep breath before excusing yourself only to hurry out of his apartment without even putting your shoes on correctly. As soon as you step out of the door the wind blows into your face. You hadn't even noticed the change in weather during your time inside, but somehow the cold splatter of rain that hits you right in the face matches the way you're feeling.

You walk through the rain with fast steps, your heart aching in your chest because as soon as you stepped foot out of the door, you regretted the decision of leaving without saying a word. It's not like you to not be able to talk to Yuta about everything, but how in the world would you explain to him that you're slowly but surely developing romantic feelings for him, not to mention the raging lust you feel whenever he does something remotely sexual, like you want to jump on him and take his cock down your throat-

Anyway.

You don't realize that you start crying (screw your ovulation hormones), but the tears mix well with the rain, the heavy feeling in your chest too much to bear as you think about how your lack of control over your lady parts could mean the end of the best friendship of your life.

It's then when you hear your name being called.

You stop in your tracks, then turn around harshly to see Yuta come to a full stop right in front of you. He's dripping wet as well, the hair dye leaving small red rivers on his cheeks and neck, but he does not seem to care one bit.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Yuta yells through the loud sound of fat raindrops hitting the concrete, and cars driving in the distance. The scene makes your heart drop. There are tears in Yuta's eyes as well, and you can't stop yourself from hugging him tightly. The warmth of his body provides you comfort, just as his slightly irregular breathing.

Quickly, you pull back. "You didn't," you shout back at him, and a grin spreads over Yuta's face, and it makes your heartbeat increase. "The thing is-"

"I like you."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

"I said, I like you."

"I understood, I just don't know what that means."

"I have feelings for you."

A blanket wrapped around your body that's slowly stopping its shivering movements, you stare blankly ahead. Yuta's in the kitchen, making some tea to warm your bodies from the inside, but if you're being honest, your insides are already hot enough. Hot with nervousness, hot with lust, and most importantly: hot with utter confusion.

Yuta having feelings for you sounds so absurd to your ears that you don't even want to think about it. For you, this feels like philosophizing about whether the Tooth Fairy is real or not at the age of 25. Platonic feelings, sure, maybe it's even sexual attraction that he's feeling, but real romantic feelings? It just doesn't seem logical, though this might be the part of you who's pushed your crush on him into the furthest corner of your heart to prevent it from breaking, so who knows if it's plausible or not.

Cutting through your train of thoughts, Yuta enters the room, steaming hot tea inside of cups in both of his hands that he sets onto the couch table, then he sits down next to you.

"Are you sure?"

"Sorry?"

"About your feelings," you say, eyes finally ripping away from the poor section of air you'd previously been staring holes into to look over at Yuta. A breath hitches in your throat at the sight, his red hair wet and messy, as well as his now hair dye stained white shirt that allows you to take in his beautifully sculptured torso.

"I am." Yuta nods.

"How?"

Yuta begins talking, starting from the very beginning. He says that he felt drawn to you ever since your first encounter in the lecture hall, started questioning the platonic nature of his love towards you around the time he first saw your tits, then recalls the sleepless nights he spent thinking about you. A big indicator was when you went on that Tinder date, and he questioned everything about himself for the whole night, questioning whether that's your type, questioning whether he should find this guy, befriend him, and adapt his persona so you'd like him like that too. Or how insanely jealous he felt when he saw Donghyuck's "nude" on your phone screen. The way he initiated sliding so many sexual innuendos into your daily conversation to make you get the hint that he wants you like that, so badly and so desperately, but he's fearing that you don't like him back, or will leave him sooner or later. Just like you. But he felt like never telling you would be worse, especially when you left so suddenly, and he thought he'd never see you again. He just needed to get it out.

After all is said, you stay silent for a hot minute, not believing what he's saying. There has to be something about this that you're not taking into account, but you've checked the date before, it's neither April 1st, nor is it "prank your friend by telling them you're in love with them"-day. Your silence seems to give Yuta a wrong impression as he sighs deeply, his head dropping as he apologizes.

Within seconds, your hands are on his cheeks, holding his face in them as if you'd touch him too roughly, he'd break. You study his face one last time, seeing nothing but genuine feelings of love and fear in the tears brimming in his eyes, so you decide to risk it all and press your lips against his. A little hesitantly, Yuta kisses you back, testing the waters before moving his hands to your hips, gently pulling you closer.

You breathe out shakily through your nose, feeling your heart beating roughly against the inside of your ribcage. The room is silent except for your gentle noises that fill the air as your lips move against Yuta's, getting bolder by the second. You feel a little uneasy, not because you don't like it, but because you're so insanely nervous. It's Yuta, your best friend with whom you've never felt shy ever in the entire time of knowing him, so you're unable to grasp the reason for that feeling. Maybe it's because it is Yuta who's kissing you right now, finally giving you what you've desired for so long. Maybe it's weird because it's the first time.

Your worries quickly fade into the back of your mind until all your senses can take in is Yuta, the sounds of gently humming he's letting out as he kisses you, the intoxicating scent of his cologne and that one special note that is just so Yuta that you don't know how to explain it, and the entirety of the way he feels moving against your body.

Not long after, he's pushed you back on the couch, hovering over your welcoming body. You've spread your legs for him to lay in between them, forming bulge pressing deliciously against your clothed core, but he doesn't rush things, not even when you begin grinding yourself against him.

Yuta wants to make sure you feel safe with him, alas he drags the foreplay out as long as he possibly can, gently touching you all over, kissing you throughoutly and whispering sweet nothings into your neck once his lips detach from yours.

It's you who has to take things further by pushing his shirt up his torso, urging him to push the piece of fabric over his head to reveal himself to you. He does, and it's not the first time you've seen him like this, but never so up-close and obviously never in this type of situation. Right now, his bellybutton piercing just hits different, and you feel the wetness seep into your underwear at how unbelievably hot and beautiful he is.

Yuta notices your staring and grins, gently pushing at your own shirt until you take it off as well. At the sight of your bare breasts, silver barbells adorning both of your nipples, it feels like it's the first time he sees them all over again. He finally manages to pull his eyes off of them, gazing into yours.

"Healed?"

You nod, too overwhelmed to trust your probably shaky voice, and you grab his hands to place them on your tits. Yuta hums out delightfully, kneading your breasts while gently flicking his thumbs over the piercings. You shudder at the touch, moans spilling from your mouth from how sensitive you are. Carefully, Yuta leans forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth and that's where you lose it, hands come flying to his hair to bury your fingers in them, pulling him closer as you feel the hot arousal clouding your senses and bulking up in your lower stomach.

You're sure, if he keeps going, you're going to cum from the nipple play alone.

Though, you want more, want to orgasm once he's inside you. A quivery whine of his name escapes your lips, and without any more words, Yuta understands. He kisses you again, then pulls back, expert fingers pulling your sweatpants off your legs.

"Are you okay with this?" Yuta meets your gaze, and you nod frantically, motioning grabby hands at him to come back into your arms. Yuta grins widely, hands roaming over your thighs on their way up to your panties. With another look seeking reassurance, he finally pulls the last piece of fabric off your body, leaving you bare for his eyes.

You don't even have time to feel insecure or nervous about what's to come as Yuta's all over you again within seconds. His hand strokes his way down between your legs. At the first touch of the pad of his fingertip to your folds, your hips buck against him, a desperate sigh coming out of you, making him smile. He keeps steady eye contact, smile fading into a look of pure lust as he slowly pushes a digit inside of you. Your heartbeat increases rapidly, the action so incredibly arousing that you immediately clench around his finger, eye brows scrunching together above needy eyes.

Gently, his finger feels around your walls, taking in how wet you are for him, massaging into your g-spot with expertise and you feel like cumming all over again. When he pushes another digit inside, your hands claw into his biceps. His gaze doesn't leave yours for even a second as he fingers you open, watching your reactions attentively to pick up on what motions you especially like.

"Does it feel good? You look so beautiful," Yuta whispers and you nod again, whining out desperately.

"Yes, feels so good. I want you in me."

"Want me to fuck you, yeah?" Yuta smiles kissing your cheek as you whine out another 'yes'. He pulls his fingers out of you, but not entirely away, not before he's circled around your clit a few times, riling you up even more.

He then discards of his shorts and boxers, throwing them somewhere into the room. Where exactly, you don't see as you focus on his dick. Your eyes widen, mouth falling agape as you take in the little sliver piercing adorning his tip.

"Dick piercing," you gasp before you can stop yourself, making Yuta laugh out.

"Do you like it?"

"I want you so bad."

"Do you have a condom?"

"No need, and I want you raw."

"Fuck," Yuta drags out the syllable, climbing on top of you once again. You can feel yourself clench in anticipation, spreading your legs even further while simultaneously grinding your hips upwards.

"Please, have me any way you want." That's all Yuta needs to finally push into you, piercing grazing along your walls and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes back at the insane stimulation, not wanting to break the eye contact that Yuta's once again created.

"You're so wet and warm and perfect around me, baby," he gasps once he's fully inside, the stretch having turned you on beyond belief once more, if that's even possible. You switch from his left eye to his right eye and back, trying to grasp the reality of him really, finally, being inside of you.

Slowly, Yuta pulls out, but not entirely, then slams his hips against yours. You cry out in pleasure, eyes closing briefly before you dare to look down between your bodies, watching the way Yuta repeats the action several times, though you get distracted by how absolutely stunning his abs look with the jewel sparkling between them.

"Do you like watching yourself get fucked, hm? I bet you are, you're so wet for me."

All you can do is whine and moan as he pushes your thighs further upwards, almost folding you in half to reach deeper.

"Shit, baby, you're clenching around me so hard. Does it feel that good? Did you want me that bad? You're so fucking sexy, can you imagine all the things I want to do to you? Do you feel it, how fucking hard you make me? All this time, all I wanted was this, and fuck was it worth the wait."

Yuta pounds into you harder, hitting your sweet spot dead on with every stroke, his piercing only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you're feeling. You really want to respond to him, want to tell him that you've wanted him too, so badly, and this is even better than any fantasy you've ever had about him, but all that comes out are broken moans and sobs as you near your high.

"Aw, baby, can't talk? Am I fucking you that good? That's all you, baby, taking me so well. Don't hold back, make as much noise as you want, I want everyone to hear who makes you feel this good, want them to know who you belong to."

"Don't stop- talking-" you manage to get out losing yourself in the craziness of Yuta's gaze, your orgasm so close you can already feel your senses vibrating inside you.

"Oh, you like it, yeah? Fuck, yeah you do, you're clenching around me, making a mess on my cock. So fucking wet, it's everywhere. I love it, God. Do you like it when I'm like this? Possessive of you, wanting everyone to know you're mine and mine only? Shit, I'm going to fuck you so good and so often that you can't even think about anyone else anymore."

"I'm gonna c-" you whimper, scrunching eyebrows giving you an almost innocent look as you hold onto Yuta for dear life, "gonna cum, fuck, you're making me cum."

"That's right, baby, cum for me. Yeah, that's it, fuck, you're clenching so hard you're almost pushing me out, that's so hot, baby. God, feels so fucking good, where do you want my cum?"

You're panting, heavily, trying to come back to your senses after a mind-blowing orgasm, "i-inside."

"You're so fucking dirty, shit," Yuta groans, burying his face in your neck to suck and bite at your skin, making your eyes roll back at the thought of him marking you as his.

"Cum in me, please, I've been dreaming of this for months," you confess, and it doesn't take long until he does, pushing his hips into yours harshly, filling you up nicely with his hot cum.

You lay there, catching your breaths for a second until Yuta lifts his upper body from yours, and you instantly miss his warmth. Though, when you look at him, it's almost worth it with how fucked out he looks, hair messy and cheeks tinted a gentle pink as he smiles at you.

"Fuck, I'm in love with you," you say before you can stop yourself, but Yuta kisses you, hard and desperately, making you grind yourself against him all over again. "Do you think you can go again?"

"With you, I can go on forever."

Playfully, you hit his shoulder, grinning widely. Whatever your worries had been, now you're sure that if you're with him, you can overcome anything. Whatever the future might have in mind for you, you're with him now, and nothing can change that.

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[yeetusdabussy]

NSFW and SFW for Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal with a Black S/O thats a female pls 🥺🤎

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I GOT YOU LOVE!

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Genesis

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡look at this ginger headed madafucka. Such a work of art, but besides his beauty and personality, he loves taking the subject from himself and drawing it back to you. He wants to learn every little thing about you and what you enjoy doing in your life when you first met, he just found you so beautiful and unique.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ would learn to help you with your hair. He doesn't care what it is, braiding, washing it, helping you take it down, or even help you put your hair in a protective style. HE WILL buy you a matching silk bonnet with a silk pillowcase and all! This boy will even learn the history of your hair and styles. What can I say, he's a man of knowledge.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡he would LOVE if you ask him for help with anything. He wants to show you how much he loves you, and he has no problem showing it in public either, he's just more quiet about his PDA. So sit in his lap and chill with him please!

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you from over there, ur new around here huh?" He gave you a soft smile. "I'm Genesis by the way."

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❦ Oh man, this mam takes his SWEET time with you. You thought he was gonna be a innocent wittle submissive cinnamon roll huh? Yeah no, this man got some kinks, look at the amount of books this mf goes through if he had the time. This MF is a tease, but he's gentle about it. Like example, light caresses to your cocoa skin and small peppering kisses to your neck whenever you're close by him or laying on his chest whenever he is reading.

❦He loves when you sit on his face, but don't be fooled, he's a power bottom. He'll have you sit on his face for hours, whispering soft praises about how much he adores you and all you've done for him.

❦ He's not the biggest but he's pretty fucking thick! He's only a good 5.7 inches when hard and 5.4inches when soft. But boy does he know how to work it, its just too damn thick. And he knows that so be grateful for his playful teasing of foreplay.

You gripped his hair, and grinded against his face. He gripped and caressed your thighs with his hands, gods did he love the taste of you. The way your brown smooth thighs feels around his head is magical, he gets pussy drunk every time you're suffocating him with the super soaker down below. "You- fuck, baby you taste so good. Gonna cum for me right love?" He nips your inner thigh and chuckle. "this is the best meal I've had."

Sephiroth

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(ㅍωㅍ)Look at this cat eyed mf. GORGEOUS, but anyways, he's a very busy man love. Thus guy has no remorse in his words and the things he does. But you! You changed him. well not really, he's still a dick to everyone else but he'll make a exception of you.

(ㅍωㅍ)if you don't agree with his plans he'll make you, this man has yandere written all over him, like he loves you, ofc but you got some competition with cloud. That mf on his mind daily. But nothing beats the way your curly hair feels between his fingers. He adores your curls and he reminds you of that.

(๑･`◡´･๑) Anyways besides his toxicity, if you're with him, you're LUCKY. But man does he love your skin, he loves sweets so to him you're nothing more than a sweet tooth he should stay away from.but he's so addicted to you.

(๑･`◡´･๑) he has no problem taking you out, showing PDA and even long kisses at the dawn of daylight in front of everybody. He wants people to know you're his, and he's quite possessive. He will have you with him at all times. Where ever he goes, you go, and where ever YOU go, he goes.

(๑･`◡´･๑)He adores you, A LOT. But he can get a bit. Rude sometimes,but he will.apologize if he made you sad or cry. It breaks his heart to know he's the cause of your pain. And if someone else hurts your feelings. Well RIP that ass ayee. Also he will enjoy cuddles on a daily based.

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ꨄ︎He is Dom! No if ands or butts. He loves when you're in reserve cowgirl. He might not admit it, but he loves the way chocolatey ass bounces on him. Watching the way his cock disappears and reappear like some damn magic tragic.

ꨄ︎ speaking of cock, he's pretty big. A good 7.4 inches when hard and 5.7 when soft. He's a GROWER on the skinnier side but great! And ugh he's so sweet bed. You might think He's rough, but he let's you go at your own pace because in his eyes, watching you work yourself up with his cock is a ego boost.

ꨄ︎He really loves when you go down on him, this is the only time he's rough, he can't help it. Your grown plush glossy lips wrapped around his long cock. He's definitely the type to train you to take him balls deep down your throat.

"Such a sweetheart you are, getting yourself riled up on my cock quite pathetically." He whispers into your ear, having your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds your hands into his. His pretty eyes staring down into yours with full of just and adoration. "I'll kill any pathetic man that looks your way ~" he isn't joking either.

Angeal

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૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎აlook at this man, beefy ass arms, I hope he.will choke the fu- so he loves the way you handle yourself, so out spoken, not afraid to speak up, and always know when shit is shady. He loves you for how intelligent and beautiful you're.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა he loves to hold you, IN PRIVATE! Like I've said, sadly he's not into PDA that much. He has a image to hold and he doesn't want enemies to end up using you to get to him.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა he loves to play with your hair as well! He knows its your crown and he treats it with such gentle care, even asking what does and doesn't work for you and your hair. He has no problem grabbing hair products for you..............unless its pads......

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა oh yeah oddly enough. This man eats a lot. He'll love you even more if you stuff his face. He does believe in "great food means happy husband." And he also agrees with "spoiled girlfriend means happy girlfriend." He has no problem spoiling you if he has the money ofc!

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❦ oh shit, here comes the pussy bandit hahaha, nah but fr...he'll have you.shaking under him like a human.vibrator the way his hips.meets yours and the way his cock hits that sweet gummy spot each time one point.

❦ he can tease sometimes! He loves hearing you beg for him. You look so pretty when you beg with tears and a sniffling nose, he feels so bad that you have to take his big fat 8inch cock. Don't worry he encourages you and let's you take your time.

❦ this man has no problem with you being on top. He's a switch, he's into lovemaking and sharing exchanged power in the bedroom. Whatever you say, goes. He does whatever you ask if you're doming him. He actually low key loves it more. Something about your little structure abusing His cock.

"That's it honey, take your time."He mumbles into your ear, hugging your waist and pulling you closer to him. He felt so warm and comfortable against you. Having your fingers run through his silky hair as you moved your hips. "O-oh- m'gonna cum !"You yelled. All he could do was smirk and kiss under your jawline softly. "Go ahead, mark what's yours ~"

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[novaiya]

Arthur Morgan x Reader NSFW Alphabet

AO3 Link.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Arthur’s very lovey-dovey after sex. He’ll shower you in kisses and hold your body so close to his that you’ll feel his heartbeat. Affection is something he craves, and that hunger will only grow tenfold as the post-coital bliss washes over him. Falling asleep with you by his side, your naked body pressed against his, your head on his chest feels like home to him, where he can be free and safe.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and hands. Not only are they a powerful tool that he uses on the daily to kill, rob, and steal, they also come in handy (hehe) in the bedroom. He’ll run his hands all over your body, pinching, touching, twisting. The feeling of your skin under his fingers is intoxicating, and so is the knowledge that it’s his touch that can make you moan and writhe in pleasure.

When it comes to you, it’s hard for him to pick just one favorite aspect. He loves every part of you, from your legs, to your hips and your waist, to your breasts and of course your face. If he absolutely has to choose, then he’ll pick your waist. He feels content when he has his hand on your waist, bringing you close to him and feeling your body next to his, be it when the two of you are out, or simply sitting by the campfire in camp.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves coming inside of you, be it in your mouth or your pussy. There’s just something so intimate and romantic in the feeling of being enveloped by your warm walls as he reaches his own release.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to be dominated from time to time. It’s easy to understand; Arthur always has to take the lead, be the protector and the leader of the gang, making sure the people are safe and fed. It’s a lot of responsibility, and it weighs heavy on his shoulders. Sometimes he just wants to let go and have somebody else be in control. This want seeps into your intimate life, and at first, he’s embarrassed to voice it. He’s so used to being the strong, masculine outlaw that he’s not sure how to be anything else but that. You sense that something is wrong, so after a lot of prying and kissing he relents and tells you what he’s been thinking. He’s expecting you to laugh at him and dismiss his thoughts as silly, but you don’t. You ask if that’s what he really wants, and he nods. The night takes a completely different turn, with you having your way with Arthur, taking control of his pleasures. You’ll have him on the edge, teasing him relentlessly only to not give him what he needs.

“You think you deserve to cum?” you’ll say, nipping at his ear. “Think you’ve been good?”

He’ll moan your name, bucking his hips towards you and say, “Please.”

“That’s Madame for you,” you’ll correct him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You wanna thank the woman (or women) who taught Arthur what he knows. From sucking on your clit, to hitting your G spot and nipping on your neck, the man knows every secret in the book that will have your toes curling and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Another great thing about him is that not only is he experienced, but he’s open to learning and trying something new. He’s not the type of man to get upset if you correct him on his technique. If you don’t like something and tell him to do it differently, he’s more than happy to correct himself. Your pleasure is more important than his ego.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

With you on your stomach and him on top, fucking you into the mattress. He loves the classic such as missionary and cowgirl during which he can see your face, but there’s something so intimate in being pressed so close against you, his chest touching your back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Arthur is somewhere in the middle, leaning more towards serious. He can laugh during the process, but more often than not he’s concentrated, lost in pleasure and lust.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Arthur is hairy all over; from his head to his chest to his legs, and, well, there too. If it bothers you, he has no problem trimming down there, but he himself doesn’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

During your love making (and it is love making, not fucking (thought that happens too sometimes)), he’s very romantic, making sure to tell you, “You’re so beautiful” and “I love you so much, darlin’.” He’ll shower your body in kisses, worshiping you like the goddess you are, kissing every inch of skin and murmuring praises and love confessions. The time you spend in each other's arms, bringing each other pleasure is not only about satisfying your carnal desires, it’s about being close, becoming one and showing just how much you love each other. It’s a process that neither of you want to rush, sometimes spending hours in each other’s arms, proving your love all. night. long.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The two of you spend almost every waking hour together, but sometimes there are jobs that Arthur has to do alone (like bounty hunting or collecting debts). Some of those jobs are quick, and if he leaves in the morning he’s back in camp right before supper to spend the night with you. Others, however, can stretch for days, even longer if his destination is way out in the country. When he’s away from you for that long, taking himself in his hand is all he can do. He’ll wrap his fingers around his cock, starting with slow up and down movements, imagining it’s your hand and not his. He’ll bring to memory the image of your naked body under his, the sound of your voice moaning his name and the feeling of your walls spasming around him. If he’s alone, he’ll moan your name under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand as he’s nearing his release. With a cry of your name he’ll come, spilling himself on the ground, his hand working his cock to push every drop out.

It’s not the same as having you with him, that’s for sure, but it’ll have to do before he can have the real you in-front of him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light bondage. He enjoys tying you up, like your hands behind your back or your hands to the bedpost. If the two of you are in a particular mood, he might even tie up your legs. After telling you his “dirty secret”, he enjoys being the one tied up as well. Both of you know he can get out of the ties easily, break the rope with just a flex of his muscles, but it’s the knowledge that he’s tied down and at your mercy that turns him on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere that has a full sized bed (preferably a king sized one). As much as he enjoys the cozy atmosphere of his tent and the familiarity of his cot, it can be a bit annoying with two full sized adults trying to go at it on a bed that was made only for one person.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves hearing you moan his name, the sound of it coming broken and shaky from your lips. Feeling your legs shake, your body writhe and your hands holding on to him for support is his biggest motivation to work harder to bring you to your release, wanting nothing more than to see you fall apart to his touch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and physical abuse. A spank on your ass here and there is okay, and so is dirty talk, but nothing that crosses a line into actual degradation and physical abuse.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy loves getting his dick sucked. Having you on your knees with his cock in your mouth is one of the images that warms up his soul when he’s alone and away from you.

As far as giving, he enjoys it, and can spend hours between your thighs, lapping at your like you’re his last meal. He enjoys how you are when you’re nearing your release, your thighs shaking on his shoulders, your fingers holding on to his hair and holding him where you need him. Once your orgasm washes over you and you’re laying on the bed, panting, your eyes closed, he’ll emerge from between your legs, licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on them.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Arthur prefers slow, sensual lovemaking to rough and fast fucking any day of the week. He enjoys dragging his cock in and out of your pussy, the slow strokes driving you insane. His pace would be slow, but it would be deep and intense, making you see stars each time he hits a spot inside of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

With how often Arthur has to go on jobs, quickies are a necessity in your relationship. Sometimes, he’ll only be in camp for an hour or two before heading back out, so as much as he’d love to pull down the flaps of his tent and ravish your body for hours on end, a quickie is all he can afford.

He’ll have you pinned to a tree on the outskirts of camp, his pants pulled down enough to pull out his dick, your skirt hiked up and your drawers pushed to the side. You’ll bite down on your fingers, trying to keep your moans at minimum as he pushes in you, his girth stretching you as it always does. It’ll be quick, dirty and sinfully delicious, and it will leave you craving more, waiting for Arthur to come back as soon as possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Arthur’s always game to try something new as long as it’s safe and both of you are on the same page.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Arthur can go all night long. The man has an implacable self control, and he can make you come countless times before cumming himself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Arthur is a type of man that wants to do everything himself, be it cooking his own meals instead or ordering UberEats, or making you cum with his fingers instead of a vibrator. Personally, he doesn’t see a necessity for toys, but if it’s something you wanna try, he’s more than happy to use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s in a mood, Arthur can tease you ceaselessly. He’ll have you on the edge of orgasm for hours, making you think that he’s about to give you what you want, only to pull away at the last possible moment. You’ll be a shaking, moaning mess by the end of it, teetering on the edge of insanity and begging him to finally let you cum. He’ll smile that devilish smile, perhaps even cock his head to the side and take a moment to think before saying, “Nah,” and go back to teasing you for hours more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When the two of you are in camp, Arthur has no problem at keeping his volume to a minimum. He’ll grunt here and there, maybe let out a moan a few times, but nothing over the top, because he doesn’t want to bother other gang members. When the two of you are alone however, it’s a completely different story. The man moans. He lets out grunts, sighs and moans, but most of all, he lets out praises and comments.

“Shit, darlin’, you’re so tight,” he would grunt as he slips in your heat, “Gonna make me bust already.”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he’d say as he circles your clit with his fingers, bringing you to your release for the unpteenth time that day, “I know you got it in you.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The idea of you getting pregnant turns him on, a lot. The two of you are not actively trying to get pregnant, but the knowledge that he could do that to you, could put a baby in you and have you swollen and with a big belly because of him turns him on. When the two of you do decide to try for a child, he’ll be the one tracking your cycle and seeing which days you’re ovulating. On those days, you’ll barely leave the bed, only taking time to eat and relieve yourself before going back to making love in hopes of expanding your family.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Arthur’s hung. That’s all.

Jk, that’s not all. He’s long and thick, something that made a shiver run down your spine the first time you saw him naked. Even after being together for however long you were, his girth still manages to stretch you to your limits and need a moment to get used to. Arthur would never say it, but hearing you say, “You’re so big” gives him a high for hours and feeds his ego like nothing else.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before getting in a relationship with you, Arthur’s sex drive was mediocre. He might’ve sought the company of working girls a couple of times a month, but that was more like scratching an itch and not doing it out of pure lust. After getting in a relationship with you however, well, that’s a different story. Just the sight of you walking through camp can set his mind on fire. He has a hard time keeping his hands off of you, and can be a big distraction when you have to work. If you’re game, he’ll have you multiple times throughout the day; in the morning, after lunch during your guard duty, at night in the tent. The man wants you all the time and he’s not shy to tell you so.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Arthur is the type of man to fall asleep with his face in your tits. As soon as he makes sure that both of you are clean and comfortable, he’s out. He’ll be scooping you up in his arms and snoring in no time (and so will you, because Arthur’s snores and his warm chest is better than any Melatonin)

[eldritch-spouse]

Dearest Pinnie: how would the gang interact with a mute S/O, selectively or otherwise? Do any of them know any sign language (like ASL) or would be willing to learn their S/O's specific type? Or would there be an alternative way of communication? Or... Would it just be a daily, jumbled game of charades? XD

[OH BOY. I hope you can be patient with these losers.]

Breg, this poor, poor idiot... What's ASL? Why are you making weird little hand signals? Hahah, his mate is so funny! Sit him down, get a text to speech app/program or write down the basics of your condition. He'll be a lot more sensitive and respectful once he grasps that you're not miming for the sake of amusement. He picks up on ASL well enough, but he might guess more often than not since a couple of gestures blur together for him.

Fasma is an old coot okay, be patient with him? Sometimes his brain is just too slushy for him to make sense of any gestures you're making, and he's gonna pop a mini notebook out. Give him a break. Fasma only learns a chunk of the basics, the rest is basically charades, yes. Don't worry toots, he was good at this when he was a kiddo!

Gallon has a very sharp eye, you can gesture as fast as you want, he's going to pick up on every subtle little move. Problem is, he only knows a couple of words... You're going to have to teach him plenty, but he does pick up on it quickly. He wishes he could sign back, but the tendrils make it hard, as he has to focus on making actual hands. In the end, the slime takes it as a game and molds what you sign. You sign "dog" and he makes a tiny slime puppy.

Morell- Don't count on him to understand much of the actual words you sign. But the mushroom does have a good sense of intuition, he'll be better off just guessing. Plus, he knows how to word things in a way where you can respond non-verbally. He's patient enough to wait for you to rephrase or try a different tactic, and there's also a notebook always present in his kitchen if neither of you is getting anywhere.

Grimbly is also another monster with sharp sight. He can identify the motions but will fail to grasp much. Can you type? Just for now, he'll figure something out soon. Plus, he can blabber all day until you two reach an understanding. Really, he doesn't mind talking more! Like Santi, he's going to seek magical alternatives at some point.

Santi has had run-ins with a mute person or two, though that hot pocket brain of his will mostly only pick up on basic greetings, swear words, or lewd insinuations. He'll make an effort to understand what you're saying, but is more likely to rely on magic eventually. He's sure there's something greater demons can tell him to make communication less strained. In the mean time, watch him struggle.

Nebul is a quiet soul as well, at first, he didn't make much of a case about you speaking less. While the monster doesn't know sign language, he also doesn't need to. With a simple touch, or merely be letting the mist of his head hover around yours, he can get a glimpse into your mind. Feelings, images, words, scents. All at once. With time, he will teach you to hone mental speech patterns so that you can more easily carry a conversation.

Vinnel, in typical funny lad fashion, will do charades at you initially. Or purposely misinterpret what you say. Anything just to frustrate you. He might even be a dick and ask you something while gripping your hands, so that you can't answer, and then he gets offended at your lack of response. This will cease eventually, turning into a genuine interest in his part to learn the language. Because, believe it or not, he thinks it's graceful.

Patches is one step ahead of you. Mute? No problem, please wear this ring. He's going to wear an identical one. Now, wherever you are, you can talk to him mentally. You don't even need to gesture! Though, if you take it off or lose the ring, he's going to fumble like an idiot. He can probably come up with something more practical, like an earring, or an implant of sorts. That way he can hear you forever.

Sybastian is not a monster that grasps the finer intricacies of spoken language, but body language? Oh, he's all about that. As a selective mute himself, the monster doesn't know ASL, but he is used to gesticulating extensively and has his own sort of rudimentary vocabulary he establishes with people closer to him. This monster will never judge you or express distaste in your reluctance/inability to speak, the two of you will be able to communicate just fine in a manner entirely unique to everyone else.

Ludwig struggles with the speed of your motions. Even if his sight is the sharpest out of the trio, fast motions only serve to put him on edge. Him and Obie would really prefer it if you were to write or type it out. They might totally get one of Patches' rings for this, because it's not something they can work with very well on their own.

Mervin is the exact same, except he's a bit of a cock at first. Oh, you can't talk? Good, you don't need to, he speaks for you now. Plus, there's less chances of you embarrassing yourself trying to say anything of value. You shouldn't speak to anyone else but him anyway.

Belo is immediately intrigued. He wants to learn everything about ASL! How can he be a good angel when he can't even communicate properly with his cherub/god/goddess?! This is unacceptable, he's failing, he needs to learn this NOW. Catch him studying ASL like a procrastinator who's going to have an exam the next day. He feels so ashamed of himself. Please forgive him!

Fank-e has it all sorted out. No talking?? Okie!! <:P In minutes, he's downloaded an entire database of sign languages, translating it in real time while you speak to him. He can even sign back perfectly! Then the two of you can have super secret conversations no one gets! Like it's incrypted! Isn't that awesome?! You guys are so cool!

Krulu has no issue with this. It doesn't matter if you can't or won't physically talk, he's inside your head, your thoughts speak for themselves. Even if you're signing in front of him, he can recognize what you mean just as fluidly as you can, sharing plenty of your knowledge. The concept of ASL fascinates him. Plus, if someone else is bothering you with their inept nature, the higher will simply project his own voice to mirror your gestured words. That scares the shit out of everyone, naturally.

[peachycoreroo]

what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”