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mother-lee Ā· 4 months ago
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sshenandoah Ā· 3 months ago
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jesus can always reject his father
but he cannot escape his motherā€™s blood
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fortunaestalta Ā· 7 months ago
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antlerpunk Ā· 1 year ago
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thoughts on sound design and Divinity in ultrakill
#listening to things like#the sounds the virtues and their heavenly beam attacks make#or the hum of gabriel's light weapons#it's not the sound of an angelic choir. it's warbly and distorted and inorganic#almost like a synthesized imitation of more traditionally heavenly sound#and i don't remember if i've talked about it here. but that ties into the mechanical nature of heaven and its heirarchy#reading what the game has to say about gabriel. the wording very Very badly wants you to think of gabriel as a machine#as a weapon#the way the terminal talks about him and the way the council does#it's dehumanizing commodification#and that brings to mind the contrast the game sets up between angels and machines#because angels are counterpart to Robots in ultrakill's story. not demons#the game sets up conflict between Heaven and Earth. with hell just serving as a backdrop#and that shows in the way the game handles angels and machines#where the structure of heaven's forces is rigid and the sound of divinity is a synthetic growl#looking at ultrakill's scripture on machines on the other hand. you'll find that every robot described in the terminal has a story involving#some kind of deviation from originally manufactured purpose. form. design. aesthetic#they're really Wild Animals#they fight. they Live#they evolve and they mutate#they do whatever the hell they need to#and i find that fascinating. perfect contrast#again my fingers are crossed tighter than hell that the Violence layer plays with that animalism#or that machinekind is at least explored further somewhere else in the story#either way. can't wait#no one does hell like hakita#make it this far down i'd love to hear what you think
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addictsitter Ā· 2 years ago
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on the list of songs i wish we got actual studio copies of and didnā€™t, one that is actually at the top of the list is when kurt did ā€œpink housesā€ because chris actually sounded GOOD doing mellencamp but nooooooo
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squorttle-pox Ā· 6 months ago
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so glad you included those "yĢ“Ķ’ĢšĶšĢ™ĶœĢØĶŽĶ“ĢžĶĢÆoĢµĢ„Ģ”Ģ£ĶˆĢ²Ķ“Ģ¢Ģ¤ĢĢ uĢ“Ķ„Ģ‹ĢæĢ‹Ģ¾Ķ‚Ģ…ĢšĢ¾Ģ‹Ķ†Ģ’ĶĶĶĶĢ¦Ķ‡Ģ²ĢœĢ©Ģ®Ģ«ĶˆĢÆĶ“Ķ–Ķ'Ģ·Ķ›ĢĶšĢØĢžĢ¤Ģ²ĢŸĢœĢ³Ģ©Ģ­Ķ“ĢŗrĢøĢŠĢ½Ģ…Ķ‹Ģ ĢÆĢ²eĢ·ĢˆĢ½Ģ‡ĶĶƒĢ˜ĢŸĢ¦ĢŸĢ§Ģ Ķ–Ģ¬ĶœĢ°Ģ— Ģ“Ķ’Ģ€ĶƒĢ„Ķ‹Ķ„ĢŽĶ†Ķ€Ģ”Ģ›Ķ„Ģ•Ģ†Ķ‡Ģ„Ķ”Ģ¼Ģ—Ģ¹Ķ‡ĢŗĶˆĢ„Ģ©Ķ™ĢØĢ„Ģ¦Ķ“Ķ–Ķ‡Ķ‡sĢ¶Ķ—ĢæĢĶ˜Ģ„ĶŒĶ›Ķ›ĢˆĶ‹Ķ›ĢælĢøĶ—Ģ”Ģ Ģ»Ģ²Ķ“Ģ­ĶˆĢ°ĶˆĢØĶŽĶˆĶ”ĶœĶ‡Ģ³oĢøĶĢ’Ģ‡Ģ¼Ģ£Ģ pĢøĢ’ĢšĢ‚Ģ½ĶƒĢ†ĢŽĶ—Ķ’ĶƒĢ…Ģ„Ģ„Ģ™Ģ°Ķ‡ĢÆĶ•pĢ“Ķ’Ģ˜Ģ²Ģ§ĢŖĶ”Ķ…Ģ»yĢøĶƒĢ›ĶĶ˜Ķ„Ģ“Ķ‹Ķ‹ĢšĶ Ģ¦Ķ…ĢŗĢ¹Ķ”ĶŽĶ“Ķ…ĢŗĢ°Ķ…Ģ«Ģ”" frames. when that part happened i thought i went into a coma and it was the Radiant Light beckoning me to cross the Threshhold. if a picture is worth a thousand words, that moment is worth a thousand sacrifices. even through the screen i could feel the true meaning of Smooth. i am asexual but is this what lust feels like
and his eyes. oh, his e y e s. they ought to be classified as their own entity. those pupils alone, with all their different shapes and sizes, are enough to melt all my bones into goopy sludge
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He is so gorgeous, such a looker. Every frame he looks so good, he can look so fucking demonic, he still looks so good, every frame of him can literally be a wallpaper, people talk shit about his hair, and I will admit the back is atrocious, like come on grow it out, or some. But I still low-key fuck with it, low-key low-key! The front I mean, it looks so bouncy, soft, and thick, and I just LOVE MEN with long-ish hair, it's the death of me. Please Viv don't kill him off, PLEASE!!! He is the best. Can't wait to see more of this dapper fellow in season 2, it's gonna be GREAT! I bet he has his mother's eyes, they're so pretty. That'd be so cute, I want him to see his mom, even if for one time, and one time only...I'd actually start crying.
#most down bad alastor fan?#hardly#and if we're confessing to our haircut-related sins...#i too will admit that l o w k e y it really suits him#like yes OF COURSE the perfect princess man is gonna have something obviously and horrifically disgusting about his appearance#it's just such an alastor vibe#yes he wakes up each day purely to slay harder than everybody else#but also the sight of him evokes violent urges because WHY THE WHAT THE FUCK BRO. like what if!!! he ASKED the barber for it.#what is hell gonna do? attack him for it?? nuh-uh he'll fucking kill them it's like a power move almost#he upsets everyone on purpose BECAUSE they cant do anything about it. he makes himself painful to be around. it is purposeful#he a lil prankster and he prolly sings himself to sleep with thoughts of the relief random sinners must have when he finally turns to leave-#-them alone Only to be met with.... that. thing.#it just feels very in character for him idk how to explain it properly tho#and either way#THE FUCKASS BOB IS A GOOD THING#because otherwise he'd run the risk of heaven opening their gates and sending a legion of God's Greatest Soldier Boys[gn] to eliminate him#(out of Jealousy)(they couldnt handle one lone sinner being superior (aesthetically) to the entirety of Heaven and Goodness)(cowards)#okay sorry i ranted there but yeah and also it. matches. the. hem. of. his. coat. they. are. the. same. shape. it is poetic.#oh and not to mention he has the 2000s emo kid side-swept bangs#AND HE PULLS IT OFF#every so often i am confused why i cant remember how alastor parts his hair. then i recall that the madlad simply doesnt#(originally ...recall with a jolt to my pussy... [joke] but i dont want ppl thinking im *actually* getting soaked from ~hair~ of all things)
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remlionheart Ā· 7 months ago
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NSFW Alphabet: Osamu Dazai Edition ā™”
ā™”ą¼ŠĀ·Ėš mdni. ((dedicating this to my pretty gf @bratbby333 since she's the dazai to my chuuya and some of these situations were in inspired by our unhinged 5 hour long facetimes calls, *cough cough* "blood-chilling" *cough cough* ā™”)) this was honestly so much fun to write. dazai would be SUCH a diva in a relationship but he would also be so loving and protective ugh. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ā™”ą¼ŠĀ·Ėš
A = AftercareĀ (what theyā€™re like after sex)
Dazai's almost always the first one out of bed after the fact. He already has a shower running for when he comes back into the room to hand you a towel and a glass of water. You tell him that your legs are too tired to walk all the way to the bathroom so he scoops you up into his arms. The two of you laugh as he carries you into the steam-filled room. He lets you get under the water first, squirting a generous amount of shampoo into his palm as he instructs you to turn around. "Suppose your hands are too tired to wash your hair, hm?" You bite back a smile, giving him a pitiful nod in response. "My poor girl." He hums. His long fingers massaging into your scalp feel like heaven. He leaves light kisses along your shoulder, running a washcloth over your body while whispering sweet little nothings like "How'd I get so lucky?" into your skin as he cleans you off. It's hard to believe this was the same man who was making you beg on your knees for him just twenty minutes ago.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerā€™s)
Aside from his body's infuriating aversion to death, there aren't a whole lot of things that Dazai doesn't like about his appearance. Aesthetically speaking, he finds himself fairly attractive so it's hard to narrow down one thing he likes best. If he had to though, he'd probably go with his hands. He's always gotten compliments on them, but after seeing what strong reactions they're able to coax out of you so easily, he's realized they're one of his most valuable assets. As cliche as it may be, your eyes are his favorite feature. He finds it adorable how they always tell him what he needs to know without you ever having to say a word. They tell him when you want more, when you want less, when you're about to hit your breaking point. They guide him in the right direction every single time. Plus, they're just so fucking pretty to look at.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
The only thing more blissful to Dazai than hearing or seeing your orgasm is tasting it. His head is buried between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out of you deliriously as your thighs start to lock around him. You're spasming for him again, your voice breaking as you call out his name and your hips buck up towards him. "Dazai, I can't -" You whine. "'m so... sensitive -" "C'mon baby, please." he groans, "Just one more fā€™me." his tongue swirls against you with fervor, his digits still greedily plummeting into you. "Lemme taste it, lemme feel it. Youā€™re sooo close." His fingers curl at just the right angle, his tongue faithfully lapping against you as you finally fall apart for him. He moans at the sweetness that spills down his chin. "You taste like fucking ecstasy, you know that?"
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It's not necessarily a secret because in his defense, if you were to bring it up or ask him about it, he'd tell you the truth. But Dazai can't help it that you've never inquired about his exes and he's certainly not going to offer up the fact that he knows every single person you've ever been with going all the way back to the boy you kissed on the playground when you were 4 years old. Or that he just so happens to know all of their current addresses and their momsā€™ maiden names and where they work and their social security numbers. I mean, does it even really matter anyway?? He just got a little curious, thatā€™s all!!
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyā€™re doing?)
Dazai had been with his fair share of partners before meeting you. Sex wasn't something he was ever shy about. He did a lot of experimenting, especially when he was spending the majority of his time drinking. He's always felt comfortable in his body and never saw the big deal about sharing it with someone. It wasn't until the two of you started dating that he realized just how binding sex could be. That it could transcend well beyond the simplicity of skin against skin contact. Being inside of you was the closest thing he'd ever felt to a religious experience. It felt like coming home after a long day. No matter how many hookups he'd had in the past, there was nothing that could've prepared him for how good you'd feel.
F = Favorite positionĀ (this goes without saying)
He likes any position that allows him to see your face. His favorite is probably fucking you from the side though, both of you facing each other with his arm hooked under your thigh, letting him go as deep as he pleases. He gets lost in the way your pupils dilate when he plunges into you. The security of your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimper and wriggle against him. There's something so intimate about watching you come undone from this view. Feeling you drench him while he kisses you over and over. "Let it out, baby. I've got you. Doin' so good - fuck, baby you're doin' so good f'me."
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
As passionate as Dazai is when it comes to being inside of you, he's still able to find a level of a humor in just about anything. He's a Gemini, after all. If he's too serious for too long, he'll simply die. You're on top of him with your hands tangled into his for balance as you grind against him. Your hips are rocking back and forth at a pace that's making his breathing uneven. You feel proud, thinking his reaction is a sign of you doing a good job until you watch his head roll to the side, a stupid smile suddenly visible as he tries to bury his face into the pillow. You quickly realize it's not a moan that he's holding back, but a laugh. Your movements come to an abrupt pause. "Dazai." He tries his best to keep it together, but the scolding tone in your voice coupled with the stern look you're shooting him is only making it worse. ā€œWait, listen -" he tries to explain himself, but he's powerless to his own thoughts. A burst of suppressed laughter fills the room as he covers his face with his hands, still feeling the weight of your glare on him. "R - remember -" he struggles ā€œLast week? When you were telling me about that book you were reading and...." he nearly snorts. "And you described it as -" Your lips press into a flat line, your eyes glazing over as you realize what heā€™s getting at. You knew the second you messed up that phrase, you'd never hear the end of it. "Are you seriously still laughing about the fact that I said 'blood-chilling' instead of 'bone-chilling?'" "BLOOD-CHILLING!" He repeats with the most obnoxious cackle, narrowly dodging the pillow you throw at him.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Dazai spends more time grooming himself than you do. Hours in front of the mirror looking at himself from every angle to make sure what he's done is up to his standards. He's subscribed to one of those manscaping services where they mail him out a surprise bundle each month of new products to try. When you go down on him one night, he asks "...Does it smell like teakwood?" Your head pops up immediately, unsure if you even want to know what he's hinting at. "What?" "Nothing... it's nothing."
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
In love, Dazai worships you. He has every inch of your frame memorized and knows exactly what each tiny movement and whimper mean. He's studied your body like it's his lifelong passion and he's learned how to make it respond so well for him. Your hips just barely buck up while he's on top of you and he smirks, his hair lightly brushing against your forehead. "You sure can handle the whole thing? Figured you'd still be sore after last night." You shake your head back at him with the poutiest expression, your core aching for more. "I can take it." you insist, "I can -" He challenges your sureness, giving you another inch only to see your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hand gripping onto the sheet above you. He'd never deny you of anything you wanted, but especially not when you looked this gorgeous. He grabs your hand, tangling his fingers into yours before drawing back and burying himself into you. "That's my girl." he groans, reeling in the way your walls so eagerly swallow him. Your breathing is erratic, your composure completely gone as you writhe and clench around him. He knows you're right there. You start to close your eyes, but he stops you, bringing his free hand under your chin to redirect your attention back to him. "Let me see it, angel. Show me." He slams into you again, giving you every inch of him this time. "Show much you love this." And you do. You show him three times in 20 minutes how much you love it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dazai's the first to admit that he has a high libido and if the mood strikes, he's going to do something about it. He gets bored easily, so he has a variety of different mediums to get the job done - the 'hidden' folder on his phone that's filled with pictures and videos of you, romance mangas, fleshlights, audio porn, hentai. He's not afraid to experiment even when he's alone.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dazai is a true switch and will really fall into either being dominant or submissive depending on the situation. There are nights he gets off work and starts throwing out demands like, "On the bed. Now. Legs apart fā€™me." as he strips out of his jacket and pushes you down further onto the mattress. But, the are other times where he's dying not to be in control anymore. Where he's had to make too many decisions and he revels in the way you take the reins. The way you climb on top of him and whisper "good boy" as he grows hard beneath you. The only thing he loves more than making you beg is begging for you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Dazai has a bit of a thing for voyeurism and recklessness so when Kunikida hires a driver to pick the two of you up to take you to a dinner for the ADA, Dazai has no hesitation on hiking up your dress in the back of the limo. Peeking up every so often to see if the driver has even noticed the way your tits are pressed up against the window for passing cars to see as your vehicle speeds down the highway. You arch your back perfectly for him, giving him full control as he plunges into you. Your walls are so snug and gushy, he knows he won't last long. But you're enjoying this just as much as he is, playing with your clit as he grabs your hair and pulls you up to kiss him. "You like knowing that people can see me fucking you?" he whispers, biting down on your bottom lip. "Your cuntā€™s drippinā€™ alllll over me.ā€ "Fuck - yes.ā€ You moan, feeling your legs beginning to shake as you let out a strained. ā€œIā€™d let you fuck me anywhere.ā€ His smirk deepens, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Donā€™t make promises you canā€™t keep, angel.ā€
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Dazai's pretty easy to wind up in general, but he definitely has a thing for asphyxiation. Perhaps it stems from the lingering effects of suicidal ideation, but the feeling of something cutting off his airways makes him feral. When you're on top of him and you reach for his throat, he nearly fucking melts. If he could choose any way to die, he'd request for it to be at the mercy of your loving fingertips digging into the side of his neck.
N = No (something they wouldnā€™t do, turn offs)
There aren't many things that Dazai wouldn't do. Not just sexually, but in general. His curiosity almost always gets the better of him no matter the situation. The only time he's ever told you no was when you were being too hard on yourself. He walked in on you picking at your body in the mirror. Pulling your skin in different directions to see what you'd look like if your arms were thinner or what you'd look like if your nose leaned more to this way instead of that way. His heart sank. All of the post-work fantasies he had built up over the day disappeared the minute he saw how frustrated you were. "Hey," he whispered, coming up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. "Please stop being mean to my girlfriend. She doesn't deserve that." You tried to brush it off as a joke, leaning up to kiss him while he held you, but he pulled back. "I'm serious." he ran light fingers over your stomach, his eyes locked with yours in the reflection of the mirror. "We're not doing anything until I hear you say at least five things you like about yourself." He could see past almost any crime or murder, but he drew the line at you degrading yourself.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Dazai's all about both, but if he's being completely honest with himself, he loves the feeling of your mouth around his cock. How cute you look when you struggle to take the whole thing. The way your eyes widen when he thrusts into your throat. How thorough you are, turning the act of going down on him into a work of fucking art. Even though youā€™re the one submitting to him when you get on your knees, he still feels like he's at your grace. You feel so good, he'd do anything to keep your lips wrapped around him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Just like anything else, pacing could go one way or the other. The thing about Dazai, is he wants to do whatever you want to do. Even when he's in more of a dom role, your pleasure is still his main focus. There's no such thing as wrong time or wrong place as far as heā€™s concerned. If you wanted him to fuck you slow and sensually in the club bathroom, he would. He'd dim the lights, lock the door, lay his jacket down for you to sit on as he propped you up onto the sink and kissed you passionately. If you wanted fast, rough, filthy sex by candlelight on a bed of roses, he would. He'd wrap his hand around your pretty little throat, mocking the way you're struggling to breathe as he bullied himself into you while youā€™re surrounded by romantic ambiance. Whatever you want, he does too.
Q = QuickieĀ (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If there was a tornado approaching your house at a reasonable speed, Dazai would still find time to have a quickie with you. Especially if he thought it was the last thing he might ever do. He wants to feel you as much as he possibly can. The construct of time really means nothing to him. You have to log onto a work meeting in five minutes? "I can fit under the desk, baby :((( they won't even see me. Just spread your legs and keep a straight face, okay?" Your parents are on their way over? "They drive so slow anyway, angel and the door's locked. Promise we won't get caught." You're waiting for food to be delivered? "Bet I could make you cum twice before the doorbell even rings." Getting to spend five minutes in you is always better than spending five minutes out of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Dazai isn't just willing to take a risk, he's usually the one pushing for it. Any time your phone rings, his hands are suddenly roaming along your body, his fingers dipping into the softness of your underwear as he starts to kiss your neck. He knows you're on the phone with your boss, that makes it even better. He wants to see how long you can keep your composure while he torments you. Your eyes are like daggers when you look back at him, but your cunt betrays you entirely, grinding against him needily while he smirks. He picks up the pace, reeling in the subtle way your thighs shake. You're trying so hard to sound so professional and coherent, but your thoughts are everywhere. You're having to hit the 'mute' button every few seconds just to let out a whimper. Dazai nips at the nape of your neck, slamming into you with an extra finger this time causing you to nearly drop your phone. "Ahh ~!" But there's no time to hit mute with how he's suddenly plunging into you. Your boss asks if you're okay and you have no choice but to hang up. "Dazai -" you try to keep your voice firm, but you can barely see straight the deeper he sinks into you. "What - the... fuck -" Each word is a moan, your hand grabbing desperately onto the collar of his shirt. "Dazai," "Somethin' wrong, baby?" "Dazai, you can't -" But he already is. He already is so bad. "Dazai, please." You're not even sure what you're pleading for anymore - if it's for him to stop or continue. Your walls are squeezing him so tight, your heart slamming into your chest as more uncontrollable whines fill the room. "Dazaaiii ~" you whimper again, soaking his hand as his thumb brushes across your clit. "Ohmygod, fuck. You can't keep doing that." "No promises." He smirks, carefully pulling out of you before bringing his fingers to his mouth. "It's not my fault you taste so good."
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It all depends on the mood, Dazai's pretty versatile. Could he fuck you for hours? Yes. Has he? Many times. It's no secret that he loves watching you struggle to walk the next day after having your legs pinned against his shoulder. But he knows he can't do that every time. He generally tries to follow your lead and give your body what it wants - whether that's 20 minutes of gentle, deep, intimacy or an hour of a mating press followed by overstimulation. As long as you're getting off, so is he.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
His nightstand is filled with an assortment of silicone stimulants for the two of you. Cockrings and vibrators and bondage kits. Out of all of the subscription services he has, getting a bundle of mystery toys delivered to his house each month is by far his favorite. He always waits 'til you come over to open it. Pouring you both a glass of wine as you divvy them out and argue about decide on who gets to use what on who.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Osamu Dazai lives to tease you. As far as he's concerned, the only reason the sun rises each morning is so that he can find new and exciting ways to make you grovel for him. He'll tie your hands together above your head, slowly unzipping his pants in front of you. Forcing you to watch as he strokes himself above you, groaning out lewd little nothings like, "Oh fuck, 'feels soo good." while he smirks at your pouty little face and the way you begin to squirm underneath him impatiently. ā€œSee how hard I am? God, just imagine what it'd feel like inside you." His hand pumping uppp and doownnnn tortuously out of reach. "Tell me baby, would you want me to go hard and fast or reeaall slow and deep?" He fucking moans while you writhe helplessly against the mattress, your neglected cunt throbbing. "Dazai, please." "Poor thing." He mocks, still jerking himself to the sight of you looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You can do better than that though, canā€™t you angel? C'mon, make me believe you.ā€
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
There's no denying that Dazai's loud. You make him feel so fucking good and he wants you to know. He'll have a fistful of your hair, groaning out your name while your tongue swirls around his tip. "Fuuuck.ā€ He whimpers. "Oh - myā€¦ god." Tiny hearts cloud his vision as he watches your throat fill with his length, the heavenly sounds of you gagging on him echoing across the room. Your eyes gloss over, spit pooling down your chin when you look back up at him, your tongue still pressed firmly against his base. "S'fucking gorgeous when you suck my cock." His praise only make you go faster, drawing out the prettiest whines from him. "Nnngh ~ don't stop, baby.ā€ His grip tightens in your hair. "Don't. Fucking. Stop." His hips buck up with each syllable, his rhythm unrelenting as lecherous tears begin to spill down your cheeks. You keep going though, drowning in the noises he's making for you. "Right there, right there. 'm gonna - oh fuck. 'm -" You feel him twitch inside your mouth before a flood of warmth suddenly coats your throat. "Swallow f'me, angel." his voice is so heady and delirious, it comes out as more of a beg than a command, "Fuck... Yeah. Just like that, mmm, god, just like that." You take it all in, not letting one drop go to waste. "You're sucha good girl, you know that? Sucha good fucking girl."
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Dazai gives the illusion that he's not jealous. That it doesn't bother him in the slightest when you go out with your friends or when you stay at the gym longer than you said you would. He does trust you - completely, actually. He knows you'd never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with him. Itā€™s the outside world he doesn't trust. When you're driving home from work, he's watching you through the location sharing on your phone. He stares at the screen intently until he hears you pull into the driveway. When youā€™re at the bar, he knows the importance of girlsā€™ time and heā€™d never spoil that. He simply wants to make sure no one is bothering you. He shows up, stealthily lingering in the background, watching his pretty girl laugh with her friends and dance with a drink in her hand the way she should. He loves seeing you have fun, he doesnā€™t want to take that away from you. He just follows behind your Uber to make sure the driver gets you to where you're going safely. He's seen too many tragedies between working for the PM and ADA, he can't take the risk of letting anything happen to you. So, he doesn't. There's absolutely nothing off limits to you. The entire world is yours. You just... might see a man in a suspicious looking jacket that bears an eerie resemblance to your boyfriend trailing behind you from time to time while you're out. It's only because he loves you.
X = X-ray (letā€™s see whatā€™s going on under those clothes)
Standing at a solid 5'11, Dazai's decently tall and slender - surprisingly muscular underneath all of those bandages. His waistline is so pretty and his hands? God, those long beautiful digits have brought you to your breaking point more than a few times. Besides excelling in dexterity, he's also packing. A perfect blend of length and girth that curves ever-so-slightly as if it was made for the sole purpose of hitting your g-spot.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Dazai would bend you over in in front of the Pope if you'd let him. He's unapologetically ready to go at any time. He can't help that you're just so gorgeous and that his eyes are always glued to the way your hips sway when you walk in front of him. He yearns for you constantly, even when you're not around. If he could have a 10-hour loop of you moaning his name that's what he'd use as white noise to fall asleep to each night. He can't help that his dick twitches at the thought of you. It's not his fault you're so pretty :((((
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Rest has never come easy for Dazai. He's tried every natural (and narcotic) sleep aide he could get his hands on. Put down multiple bottles of Pinot Grigio and still found himself up for days on end. Up until he met you, he didn't think it was possible for him to sleep for more than two hours at a time, but the first time you invited him over to your apartment changed everything. The two of you had been talking for hours - laughing and debating and sharing secrets over a bottle of cherry whiskey. He could've stayed up long past sunrise with you but when he noticed how tired your eyes were getting, he offered to take you to bed instead. Both of you stripped down into lazy pajamas. You, in an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. Dazai, in his boxers. You looked so peaceful when your head hit the pillow, he was sure that you'd be out soon, but to his surprise, your body had other plans. Your lips were soft against his, your hands gently roamed along his body as you pulled him on top of you. You smiled at the way his hair tickled your forehead. The sun was just barely creeping through your curtains, grazing your face as he slid into you, highlighting the pleasure that had taken over your features. It was all so hazy and comfortable. Your room filled with heady mid-morning noises while his body thrusted generously into yours. There was something so intimate about it that it nearly brought you to tears. You felt full in every sense of the word. When you were both good and spent, the two of you laid in the middle of your bed with your head nestled into his chest. He played with your hair, watching you fall asleep in his arms. He'd never felt more human than he did in that moment. His eyes closed, his mind turning off for what felt like the first time in years as he drifted off with you.
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king size bed ā€” kmg & jjk
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summary: mingyu has a problem: he's in love with his best friend's girlfriend. but does it go deeper than that, in ways that maybe even mingyu doesn't realize?
tags: smut (minors dni!), p.rnstar!au warnings: gyu is kind of a perv, explicit unprotected sex, filming explicit content, sending nudes, masturbation, sexting, fingering (f. rec), oral (m. + f. rec), threesome, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, double penetration, anal, kinda voyeurism, multiple orgasms, squirting, maybe mingyu is a little bisexual in thisā€¦for only a second wc: 10.1kĀ  an: this idea came to me randomly and i quite literally ascended to heaven and then fell straight down to hell and produced this :D also this fic is very mingyu centric as itā€™s told in his pov (sorry armys who may find this)
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Mingyu wants to go home.
Around him, the walls thump to the music blasting throughout the club. If this was four years ago and he was still in college this would be great, but itā€™s not. All Mingyu does is sit in a booth and stare at the dance floor, watching as the bodies grind up against each other.
The reason Mingyu is even out tonight is to try and find someone to take home, but heā€™s not in the mood. All of his recent hook ups have been unsuccessful and heā€™d rather go home and try his luck with his trusty fist rather than try and flirt with some half-drunk, half-interested person in a stuffy, overly noisy club.
Itā€™s not like Mingyu doesnā€™t want to get his dick wet, heā€™s honestly been more horny recently than he ever has been, but for some reason the idea of going home and watching porn sounds much better than actually trying to get with someone here. Maybe Mingyu has a problem, or maybe itā€™s because of Mingyuā€™s most recent discovery.
Heā€™s not sure how he lucked out so bad, but one day all of his normal Twitter porn creators werenā€™t doing it for him, and he happened to stumble across a new page. A reblog from one of the accounts he already followed. The person in the video was stunning. No face, but still the most beautiful body Mingyu has ever seen.
When he clicked on the account he was surprised to see such a small following on the account, only to find out the creator only started posting recently. Itā€™s needless to say that Mingyu spent the rest of the night jacking off to the few photos and videos on her page. ā€œSweetheartā€ thatā€™s what her screen name was listed as.Ā 
Even since discovering her, Mingyuā€™s become slightly obsessed and heā€™s taken liberty to getting off to her almost every night, even going as far as to subscribe to the content she has behind a paywall.Ā 
Mingyuā€™s not sure why heā€™s so attached to her. Maybe itā€™s her soft aesthetic or the way sheā€™s like a little secret gold mind he found. Or maybe itā€™s because she reminds Mingyu ofā€¦.
He glances across the room, his eyes landing on where his best friend stands. Jungkook is leaned up against the bar, a small smirk on his face, his arm wrapped around the waist of the prettiest girl inside the whole club. Your body is pressed up against Jungkookā€™s as you press your lips to your boyfriendā€™s neck, marking his skin up with your lipstick.
Youā€™re dressed in a tight, short dress colored in the most flattering shade of red. Mingyuā€™s favorite color. He does his best to not focus on your tits and the way your cleavage is accentuated by your dress, barely held up by the skinny straps on your shoulders.
Mingyu knows itā€™s an issue. He shouldnā€™t have such a huge crush on his best friendā€™s girlfriend, and he definitely shouldnā€™t be thinking of you like that either. Especially when youā€™re his friend as well. Itā€™s not like he wants to, but he canā€™t help but think that youā€™re the most gorgeous girl heā€™s ever met. Inside and out.
Youā€™re Jungkookā€™s girlfriend though, and he would never make a move on you or ever make you uncomfortable. Though, that doesnā€™t stop him from doing very shameful things in the dead of night, locked away in his bedroom, his hand wrapped around his cock as his eyes are trained on the video of the girl that reminds Mingyu of you just a little too well.
Mingyu must have gotten lost in his thoughts, staring at you, and when he focuses in again, he makes eye contact with Jungkook. The younger man winks at his best friend before guiding you out of the club. Mingyuā€™s eyes trail after you two the whole time, and he already knows you two are off to go fuck. If heā€™s being honest, you two most likely wonā€™t even make it out of the parking lot, taking advantage of the tinted windows on Jungkookā€™s car.
The whole reason Mingyu even came tonight was to appease Jungkook, and now that the other man has left, Mingyu takes that as his cue to leave as well. The drive back to Mingyuā€™s apartment feels like an eternity and all he wants to do is crawl into bed, masturbate, and go to bed.
And yeah, maybe it is a little sad. Jacking off at home alone while his best friend fucks the girl of his dreams while all he can do is imagine itā€™s him in his place, but itā€™s not like thereā€™s any other options.
Now if Mingyu was really being childish, you were always Mingyuā€™s first.Ā 
You two went to the same high school together, but you two didnā€™t get close until college. You had a gen-ed together and when Mingyu was the only familiar face in the room, you latched on. Mingyu didnā€™t mind, you were sweet and funny and always let Mingyu study in your dorm when his roommates were too loud.Ā 
Later, after Mingyu and Jungkook became best friends, thatā€™s when the three of you started to form a friend group. Then you and Jungkook started to hang out one and one, and eventually those hang outs turned into dates, and now three years later, even after graduating college, you two are still going strong.
Mingyuā€™s only a little salty, maybe itā€™s because Jungkook knew Mingyu had something for you, or maybe itā€™s because really if it wasnā€™t for him Jungkook wouldnā€™t have even met you. It doesnā€™t matter though, because in the end you got with Jungkook and Mingyu respects that.
When Mingyu finally gets home heā€™s quick to lock his door and drop his pants, crawling into his bed and pulling up Twitter. Right on the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart and Mingyu groans. Sheā€™s dressed in a pair of sexy red lingerie panties, and it automatically makes Mingyu think of the dress you had on tonight. Thatā€™s not the best part of the photo though, no the best part is the fact she's not wearing a bra, her chest bare and her nipples staring right at Mingyu.
His cock is already hard, itā€™s been hard since he watched you kiss up and down Jungkookā€™s neck, and he shoves his hand into his boxers unceremoniously to pull his cock out. He spits into his palm before wrapping it around his length and starting to pump.
He clicks on Sweetheartā€™s page, hoping sheā€™s posted more or something, and heā€™s grateful to see a post from only a few minutes ago.
Live show on my OnlyCarats, come check it out ;)
Mingyuā€™s finger is clicking on the link in record time and it takes the video a moment to load before his screen reveals Sweetheart. Sheā€™s still in the pretty red panties from earlier, but now theyā€™re pushed to the side as she slides her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Sheā€™s laid out on a large bed, dressed in all white bedding that contracts nicely against the panties.
Sweetheart has done a few live videos before, but this is the first one Mingyu has been able to watch in real time, rather than a video uploaded after the live. Heā€™s entranced as he watches her finger fuck her pussy. Sheā€™s letting out soft pants as she gets lost in her pleasure.
ā€œF-fuck,ā€ Mingyu whines. His hand is slick with pre-cum as he pumps his cock furiously in his fist.Ā 
Mingyu wonders if youā€™re going to pull out a dildo, like you sometimes do in your videos, but rather another person appears on camera.
Clearly the body is a male figure, clad in black slacks and a black dress shirt. Sweetheart has done a few photos and videos with a guy before, but Mingyuā€™s never seen him in one of her lives before. Itā€™s not that he minds too much, but a part of him wishes that he could stay pretending like the whole thing was for him, that he was the only person watching.
Mingyu canā€™t dwell on his disappointment though, because the man in the video is unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Itā€™s big, though Mingyu doesnā€™t think itā€™s bigger than his own. The man grabs the camera before laying back, allowing Sweetheart to climb on top of him.
She grinds against him for a little bit before lifting herself up and lining the manā€™s cock up to her entrance. Mingyu can see the way her legs tremble as she sinks down, and suddenly Mingyu doesnā€™t mind the other guy too much. From the angle heā€™s filming at, itā€™s almost like Sweetheart is riding Mingyu, and that drives him just a little bit insane.
Mingyu pumps his fist at the same speed Sweetheart is bouncing on the manā€™s cock, imagine that itā€™s Sweetheartā€¦imagining that itā€™s you. Mingyu whimpers and bucks his hips up, letting himself get lost in the fantasy.
Now Mingyu canā€™t get the idea of you in his lap, your thighs straddling his as your pussy clamps down around him, out of his head. He thinks about your soft tits and how theyā€™d bounce as you rode him, his cock hitting inside of you deep and rough.
It doesnā€™t take long for Mingyu to let out a strangled moan as his cock twitches and he spills cum all over his hand. He lays in bed, his chest heaving with his pants. Mingyu opens his eyes and glances at his phone to see Sweetheartā€™s body trembling as she cums as well. Mingyu watches intently as Sweetheart pulls herself off of the manā€™s cock, his cum dripping out of her as she does so.Ā 
Sweetheart ends the live soon after and Mingyu gets up to clean himself off. He decides to take a shower, scrubbing himself off like it will clean away the sins he just committed. As soon as he gets out of the shower he dries off and stumbles back into bed, deciding to call it a night.
Mingyu doesnā€™t see you or Jungkook again until almost a week later when Jungkook invites Mingyu over for dinner. Mingyu stops by the store to pick up a bottle of wine before heading over to the apartment you and Jungkook share.Ā 
As soon as Mingyu knocks on the door you throw the door open and pull Mingyu into a hug. Mingyu hugs you back and if he holds on for a little too long, well you do too. When you pull back Mingyu gets a good look at your outfit. Youā€™re dressed in a short skirt and a low cut tank top. You have a large cardigan draped over the whole outfit and Mingyu blushes slightly. You just look so cute.
You clasp on to Mingyuā€™s arm as you walk with him into the kitchen. ā€œKookie, look whoā€™s here!ā€
ā€œHey Gyu,ā€ Jungkook smiles at his best friend. Jungkook is standing at the stove, dressed in a blue apron, as he tends to the food. ā€œGlad you could make it.ā€
ā€œOf course man. I brought some wine as well.ā€ Mingyu places the bottle onto the counter.
ā€œSounds great. Hey, babe, could you grab some glasses? The food is almost ready.ā€
Mingyu watches as you two move around each other, the flow between you natural and domestic. It makes Mingyuā€™s heart twinge a bit. You two have always been a good pair. When you and Jungkook started dating it didnā€™t surprise anyone, and though Mingyu was a little upset by it, he could see it as well. Even three years later you two make the perfect pair, if not more so than back then, settled into your domestic life with one another.
It doesnā€™t take long for the three of you to be sat around the dining table.
ā€œSo Mingyu, how thatā€™s project at work coming along?ā€
Mingyu is surprised that you remember, as he only mentioned it offhandedly a couple weeks ago. He shouldnā€™t sell you so short though. Itā€™s one of the things that attracts Mingyu to you so much. Youā€™re just so charismatic and attentive to everyone you meet.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s going well. My boss actually promoted me to head of the project because he liked my ideas so much. We should have the prototype done by the end of next week,ā€ Mingyu tells you.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s amazing Mingyu! Congrats!ā€ You cheer.
ā€œThat sounds like a reason to drink.ā€ Jungkook raises his glass and Mingyu chuckles before picking his own up and clinking it against Jungkookā€™s and then yours.
The rest of the night follows the same pattern. You guys continue your easy flow of conversation during dinner and then after you move into the living room where you put on a random movie to watch in the background. The scene is just a little too nice for Mingyuā€™s well-being. Itā€™s tooā€¦comfortable, too sweet. Like Mingyu is meant to be there, with you sitting on the other side of the couch as Jungkook sits a chair nearby as you joke and talk. Like Mingyu is a part of your couple. Like heā€™s yours.
Those thoughts are shoved to the back of his head as the night goes on and as more alcohol enters his system. Itā€™s clear youā€™re also feeling the effects as you move closer to Mingyuā€™s side of the couch, draping yourself over him. Mingyu takes a sharp breath at the feel of your tits pressing against him as you rub your head on his shoulder.
ā€œI love you so much Gyu,ā€ you slur. ā€œYouā€™re my favoritest ever.ā€
ā€œHey!ā€ Jungkook cries from where heā€™s still sitting in the chair, not too far off from where you and Mingyu are in drunkenness.
ā€œShh, donā€™t listen to him,ā€ you say, pressing even closer to Mingyu, your breath now brushing up against his ear as you continue in a whisper. ā€œYouā€™re my favorite. My best friend. My number once since freshman year of college. Am I your favorite?ā€
Mingyu giggles, despite his growing flusteredness. ā€œYouā€™re my favoritest.ā€
ā€œGood, we are each otherā€™s most favorite. And Jungkook is neither of our favorites, because I love you Gyu!ā€ You press a giant kiss to Mingyuā€™s cheek.
ā€œHey, what are you two saying over there?ā€ Jungkook stands up and moves over to the couch. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as you giggle and playfully thrash around.
ā€œNooooo! Let me go. I wanna cuddle with Mingyu!ā€ You squirm in Jungkookā€™s arms as Jungkook holds you tighter, kissing your neck. ā€œMingyu save me!ā€
Mingyu moves forward and grabs onto your arms, pulling you towards him. Jungkook still has a hold on you, and you three end up in a big pile together, all giggling. You three lay there for a moment, in silence, before you let out a big yawn.
ā€œWell I think thatā€™s my cue to get this one to bed,ā€ Jungkook says. ā€œYou good to get a ride home, Gyu?ā€
ā€œYeah, Iā€™m good. Thanks for having me over man.ā€
ā€œYeah, we love having you over. Youā€™re our best friend, you know youā€™re always welcome.ā€
ā€œSleep well Gyu!ā€ You give him a giant hug before allowing Jungkook to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Mingyu watches you two retire to your bedroom, sobering up enough in the moment for a pain to clench his heart.
In the cab ride home Mingyu can't help but think about you. The way your breath brushed against his face as you leaned in to tell him you love him. He wonders what it would be like to actually tell you he loves you. What it would be like for you to cradle his face and lean in and kiss him. He imagines holding you, waking up next to you in the morning, going on sweet dates.Ā 
Mingyu groans. Heā€™s got to stop doing this to himself.Ā Ā 
As soon as he gets to his building, he stumbles through his apartment before falling into bed. Out of habit he pulls out his phone, opening Twitter. Directly at the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart. 15 minutes ago.
A mirror selfie in her bra and underwear. Itā€™s not much, but it still has Mingyu twitching in his boxers. Against any of his better judgment that he would make when sober, he clicks on her account and taps the message icon.
pup: Hey :)) love the new photo
Mingyuā€™s not sure why he sent the message. Heā€™s not expecting a response. Not at 3am and not when heā€™s a total stranger. Itā€™s clear Sweetheart has a boyfriend, or at least someone who does videos with her. He didnā€™t even send her money.
Mingyuā€™s about to just go to bed when he hears the chirp of his phoneā€™s notifications. When he checks his phone, his eyes widen when he sees the Twitter notification.
Sweetheart: hehe thank you
Sweetheart: would you like to see more? šŸ˜‰
pup: Yes. Yes, of course. How much?
Sweetheart: no charge baby. i see you in my notifs all the time, and youā€™re a subscriber on my OF. think of this as a treat for my biggest fan šŸ˜˜
Mingyu groans. He has no clue how heā€™s lucked out so hard. His cock is already half hard at the thought that Sweetheart knows who he is.
pup: Holy shit. Thank you so much. I donā€™t know what to say.
Sweetheart: nothing to say, just enjoy :)
Sweetheart: took these just for you, so donā€™t go spreading them around, okay?
Sweetheart: [image]
Sweetheart: [image]
Sweetheart: [image]
Sweetheart: maybe you can tell me what those do to youā€¦
Mingyuā€™s mouth drops open at the photos. The first one is a selfie of Sweetheart from the neck down. Her bra has been removed and her arms are pulled in to push her tits together. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to put his mouth on them, or even better, put his dick between them.
The second photo is a photo of Sweetheart sitting on her bed. The large bed is still dressed in the normal white bedding it has on it during her streams. Sweetheart is sitting back on her calves and Mingyu can see the slight wet patch starting to form on her panties.
The final photo has Mingyuā€™s mind reeling the most. A cropped down photo of Sweetheartā€™s lips wrapped around a dildo, her lips gently suckling the tip.
Sweetheart has never posted anything above the neck and this is Mingyuā€™s first time seeing the lower half of her face, and itā€™s her sucking a dildo no less. Mingyu groans and gives in, reaching down to fist his cock. He imagines that itā€™s his dick that Sweetheart is sucking, her pretty lips wrapped around his tip as she takes him in his mouth, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him.
pup: Oh my god. Fuck. Youā€™re gorgeous.
pup: Thank you so much.
Sweetheart: iā€™m glad you like heheĀ 
Sweetheart: how about you show me how much you like themā€¦šŸ‘€ (if youā€™re comfortable)
Holy shit. Sweetheart is asking him for a dick pick.
Mingyu fumbles with the camera on his phone before he snaps a few photos. You can see the glisten of pre-cum already coating his tip and his hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it up. Mingyu presses send to Sweetheart and anxiously waits the reply.
Sweetheart: wow youā€™re big
Sweetheart: i wouldnā€™t mind taking a ride on that rodeo hehe
Sweetheart: fuck i want a dick inside of me :((( youā€™d reach so deep inside of me, fill me up nice and good
Sweetheart: would you like that pup? my tight pussy wrapped around your cock?
pup: Yes. Yes, so fucking much.
Sweetheart: iā€™d milk you so well
Sweetheart: ugh this isnā€™t fair
pup: I want you so bad. Youā€™re perfect. Literally the most sexy body Iā€™ve ever seen.
Mingyu struggles to type as his right hand jacks off his cock furiously. He canā€™t believe heā€™s sexting Sweetheart. He can feel his balls tighten the closer he gets to his orgasm and before he can do anything to stop it, his cock is twitching and heā€™s spurting cum all over his chest and hand.
Mingyu lets out a low groan before opening his camera app and snapping another photo.
pup: Look what you made me do.
pup: [image]
Sweetheart: fuck thatā€™s so hot
Sweetheart: wish it was inside me though :( or that i was there to lick it up
Sweetheart: fuck iā€™m touching myself
Sweetheart: imagining that itā€™s your big cock inside of me
Sweetheart: [video]
Mingyu nearly nuts again just from the video Sweetheart has sent. A ten second clip of her thrusting the dildo from earlier inside of her sopping wet cunt. Mingyu truly thinks heā€™s died and gone to heaven.
Sweetheart: fuck i came so quickly
Sweetheart: god iā€™m going to be thinking about your cock for weeks now
Sweeheart: thanks for the orgasm :)
pup: No, thank you. Iā€™m never going to forget this.
Sweetheart: good. hope you jack off to those photos more, put them to good use ;)
Sweetheart: thanks for a good time. night pup
Though Mingyu would love to say he went to bed right after, he of course jacks off again before eventually passing out for the night.
After that night, neither Sweetheart nor Mingyu try to contact each other again, but Mingyu does in fact jack off to her photos again and again and again. Especially after days where he hangs out with you and Jungkook.
Look, heā€™s not proud of it, but at least he can get a release somehow.
Like right now, as he sits propped up in bed, rubbing at his half-hard cock through his boxers, as he watches the beginning of Sweetheartā€™s stream. Currently sheā€™s just finishing setting up the camera and getting everything situated.
Earlier, Mingyu went out with you and Jungkook to a new cat cafe you wanted to check out. Though both Jungkook and Mingyu are more dog people, itā€™s no secret they would do anything for you. The whole time you kept gushing to the two best friends on how cute the cats are and how much you want one. It was just so fucking cute and it didnā€™t help that you just happened to be wearing a shirt that did nothing to hide the outline of your hard nipples. Itā€™s not like Mingyu meant to stare, but to be frank they were kind of staring at him first.
And then when you reached over to pet a cat that had hopped into Mingyuā€™s lap and you just happened to accidentally brush his dick with your hand. You didnā€™t notice, or at least didnā€™t mention it, but it has Mingyu quickly standing up and displacing the cat in order to head to the bathroom to try and adjust himself so you and Jungkook didnā€™t catch sight of the halfy he was sporting.Ā 
On screen, Sweetheart has finally positioned herself right in the middle of the large, white bed. Sheā€™s just unbuckled and thrown off her bra and now sheā€™s groping her own tits, squeezing at her chest and flicking at her hard nipples. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to suck on her tits. Tug at her nipples with his teeth and leave marks all over the supple flesh.
When Mingyu pulls himself from his fantasy to go back to watching the stream, he notices the man whoā€™s always in Sweetheartā€™s videos has appeared. He sits behind Sweetheart on the back, his arms wrapped around her torso so heā€™s now the one groping her boobs. His head leans down slightly and his mouth presses to her neck. Mingyu catches sight of the lip ring in the right corner of his mouth.
Itā€™s then that Mingyu takes in the full appearance of the man. Heā€™s considerably dressed down this time. While heā€™s usually dressed in full black dress pants and dress shirt, most likely to better keep his identity hidden, this time heā€™s in a white t-shirt and jeans. The outfitā€™s familiar to Mingyu, too familiar.
Itā€™s understandable why the man has never showed off his full arms before, as theyā€™re covered in a sleeve of tattoos, an identifiable mark. Mingyu can't look. His mouth goes dry and his stomach drops.Ā 
Itā€™s undeniable. Mingyu knows every piece of that sleeve like the back of his hand. He was there when half of them were inked. Mingyuā€™s stomach turns. It all makes sense now. The whole reason why Sweetheart drew him in the first place was because of her resemblance to you. Now Mingyu gets it. Itā€™s not that Sweetheart resembles you, itā€™s that she is you. And the mystery man in each of her (your) videosā€¦is his best friend.
On screen Jungkook has moved on from your tits and down to your clothed pussy. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand keeps your thighs spread. Mingyuā€™s cock twitches at the sight.
No.
No, itā€™s wrong. Itā€™s dirty.
Itā€™s not fair that Mingyu knows your identity when you try so hard to keep it a secret. Not to mention itā€™s immoral of him to continue to jerk off to your videos. You and Jungkook are his best friends. And even if he has the occasional fantasy about youā€¦itā€™s completely different than actually watching your sex work and knowing itā€™s you.
But then againā€¦you are uploading them for a reason. Your bio even says ā€œjust here to aid and pleaseā€ and this would be aiding and pleasing Mingyu. A lot.Ā 
Before Mingyu can even talk himself out of it, heā€™s lost his boxers and has his hand wrapped around his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Jungkook slowly sink a finger into your cunt. You squirm slightly in his grip, letting out a soft whine as he pushes a second one in.
Jungkook pumps his finger in and out of you, the digits getting more shiny with your slick the longer he goes on. Your fingers dig into his forearm as your legs twitch. Mingyu can hear Jungkook chuckle and he wonders how heā€™s never noticed before.
Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you and you quickly push your panties off as Jungkook climbs off the bed. In a matter of seconds Jungkook is back on the bed, completely naked now. He grabs the camera as you situate yourself on the bed laying down.
The camera moves to show a POV shot of Jungkook fucking you in missionary. Mingyu watches intently as his best friendā€™s cock moves in and out of your cunt, his hand fucking his own cock at the same pace.
God this is so fucked up.
Even so, it doesnā€™t take Mingyu long to blow his load. Itā€™s almost embarrassing. Before the stream is even finished Mingyu quickly logs off and gets up to clean himself.
Fuck.
Youā€™re Sweetheart. The girl of his dreams is the other girl of his dreams. Itā€™s been you all this time. Of course it has. Thatā€™s just Mingyuā€™s luck.
Oh God. Heā€™s sexted with you. Youā€™ve seen his dick. Does Jungkook know? He has to, right? Thereā€™s no way youā€™d cheat on him. Youā€™d never do that to him. No, no, he has to know.
He has to.
ā€œMingyu, my man!ā€ Jungkook slaps a hand onto Mingyuā€™s shoulder as soon as he approaches.
ā€œHey Kook.ā€ Mingyu really hopes his voice doesnā€™t waver as he greets his best friend. He hasnā€™t seen Jungkook since the other day and this is the first time heā€™s facing him since finding out that well, heā€™s been jacking off to porn of him and his girlfriend for months now.Ā 
ā€œLook Gyu, weā€™ve got to talk about something.ā€
Oh no. Jungkook knows. He knows and heā€™s mad because Mingyu sexted his girlfriend and heā€™s ruined a three year long relationship.
ā€œTalk? A-about what?ā€
ā€œNot here. Letā€™s go back to my apartment. No oneā€™s home right now.ā€
Though Mingyu is glad that he wonā€™t have to face you, heā€™s still a bit concerned about what Jungkook has to talk to him about. And in private no less. Thereā€™s no way itā€™s not about what Mingyu thinks itā€™s about. But also, how could he know?
The trip to Jungkookā€™s apartment is eerily quiet and it isnā€™t until Jungkook closes and locks the door that he finally speaks up.
ā€œYou want anything to drink?ā€
ā€œN-no, uhm, Iā€™m good.ā€
ā€œCool. Come on, come sit on the couch with me.ā€ Jungkook leads Mingyu into the living room and sits down. Mingyu cautiously follows.
ā€œSoā€¦what did you uhm, want to talk about?ā€ Mingyu stares down at his lap, trying not to make eye contact with his best friend.
ā€œMingyuā€¦I want you to fuck my girlfriend.ā€
Mingyu thinks he blacks out for a moment.
What in the fuck did Jungkook just say to him?
ā€œI- excuse me?ā€
ā€œI want you to fuck my girlfriend. If weā€™re being honest, sheā€™s kind of wanted to fuck you for a while now, and weā€™ve been talking about it and I thought Iā€™d offer you into our bedroom.ā€
Mingyu knows he looks like an idiot right now, but he canā€™t believe what Jungkook is telling him. He has to be pulling his leg. He knows that Mingyu knows about the porn account and heā€™s making fun of him. Thereā€™s no other explanation. His best friend is the most jealous man on the planet, there is absolutely no way heā€™s offering Mingyu to fuck you.Ā 
ā€œStop saying stupid stuff, Kook,ā€ Mingyu grumbles. ā€œThatā€™s not funny to joke about. Does she know youā€™re saying this?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not joking! Seriously. I know youā€™ve always had a crush on her, and now hereā€™s your chance to be with her! I donā€™t know why youā€™re not jumping on this opportunity.ā€
Jungkook is right, any other time Mingyu might be ecstatic, but thereā€™s no way Jungkook is being serious. ā€œBecause youā€™re just pranking me!ā€Ā 
Jungkook sighs. ā€œOkay, I didnā€™t want to bring it up, but I know you know about the porn account.ā€
Mingyu stiffens and his mouth goes dry. ā€œI- I donā€™t know-ā€
ā€œYes you do. Sweetheart? I saw the photos left open on your phone the other day, and I know those are photos she only sent you.ā€
Mingyuā€™s face heats up and heā€™s sure heā€™s red. ā€œI- Iā€™m sorry. I didnā€™t know at first and I wasnā€™t planning on keeping watching and-ā€
ā€œItā€™s okay. I literally just offered you to fuck my girlfriend.ā€
ā€œBut why? You hate when other guys even look at her.ā€
ā€œBecause itā€™s you, Gyu.ā€ Thatā€™s all Jungkook answers, staring at Mingyu sincerely, like Mingyu truly is the only person heā€™d be comfortable sharing his girlfriend with.
Mingyu thinks about it for a moment. Could this really just be his dreams coming true? ā€œI swear to god if youā€™re messing with me.ā€
ā€œI promise Iā€™m not. Look, just come over on Friday and youā€™ll see. Okay?ā€
ā€œ...Okay.ā€
Mingyu is nervous.
Heā€™s still not completely sure that Jungkook is telling the truth, but if he is then that means Mingyu is going to fuck you tonight.Ā 
His heart is beating intensely in his chest as he drives over to your apartment. It takes him nearly fifteen minutes to get the courage to exit his car and enter the building. Before he can fully chicken out he knocks on the door.
Jungkook is the one to open the door and he ushers Mingyu in before closing and locking the door behind him. Jungkook then leads Mingyu to the bedroom and Mingyu suddenly realizes that oh shit, this is real. This is real and heā€™s about to fuck you.
As soon as they enter the room, Mingyu feels his throat go dry and his pants tighten. Youā€™re laid out on the bed, the same large bed from all of your photos and videos. The same bed that Mingyu has wished countless of times that it was him on it with you, or at least with Sweetheart.
Youā€™re dressed in a red, see-through babydoll set. You stare up at Mingyu, your eyes already hooded with lust. Mingyu watches as your eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his crotch. Your eyes then move back up to Mingyuā€™s, making eye contact as you wink at him. Holy shit.
Mingyu feels Jungkook shove him forward slightly. ā€œGo buddy, sheā€™s all yours.ā€
It takes Mingyu a few more seconds to process. He truly canā€™t believe this is real. That youā€™re here and heā€™s allowed to touch you, to feel you, to let all of his fantasies run wild. The thing that finally get Mingyu in motion is you giggling.
ā€œCā€™mon Gyu.ā€ Youā€™re motioning him towards you and Mingyu stumbles forward until he makes it to the bed. His heart is thumping so rapidly it wouldnā€™t be a surprise if he went into cardiac arrest.
Mingyu crawls onto the bed and over to you where you smile at him and reach forward. Mingyu crawls on top of you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so he rests his weight on you. You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb over it.
ā€œHi pretty boy. Are you excited?ā€ Mingyu nods his head stupidly, his mind too focused on your touch. ā€œWell are you going to kiss me?ā€
Finally, Mingyuā€™s mind seems to catch up and he surges forward. With your hand still on his cheek, you guide him to your lips. Right away, Mingyuā€™s desperation is apparent as he presses into you hard.
Kissing you is somehow even better than Mingyu expected. Your lips are soft and you smell so good. You hold onto Mingyu, kissing him deeper and deeper. If Mingyu is being honest he already feels a little drunk on you.
Mingyu swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and you open up, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He can feel you smirk against his lips slightly before you start to suck on his tongue. It catches Mingyu off guard and he whines right into your mouth, his hips bucking forward against you.
Mingyuā€™s cock is already half hard just from kissing you, and he canā€™t help but rut his hips into you. You donā€™t seem to mind though, just threading your fingers through his hair. Your hands feel good against him and Mingyu allows his own hands to roam over you as well.
Your body is warm and soft under his palms as he drags them over your torso. The rough lace of the babydoll scratches at his hand as he cups your breast. The material is thin and Mingyu can feel the pebbling of your nipple through it. His fingertips brush over the bud once more and you gasp and arch your back into his touch. It only makes Mingyu needier.
Mingyu breaks the kiss so he can have a second to catch his breath. You donā€™t need the time though, and you donā€™t waste time pressing your lips to his jaw. You duck your head down as you slowly trail your kisses down the column on his neck, stopping to suck on the skin every so often.
As much as Mingyu loves you leaving marks all along his neck, he wants to put his mouth on you. He pushes off of you slightly to pull away.
He takes a moment to stare at you, laid out under him. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths and youā€™re staring up at him with hooded eyes. Your lips are puffy from all of the kissing and your hair is mussed from rubbing against the pillow. You look gorgeous.
ā€œGyu,ā€ you say, your voice slightly raspy, ā€œyouā€™re trembling.ā€ You reach up to caress his face once again.
Mingyu didnā€™t notice it, but now that youā€™ve pointed it out, Mingyu realizes heā€™s shaking. His heart is pounding in his chest, like how he feels when heā€™s drank too much caffeine.Ā 
ā€œAre you nervous, puppy?ā€ You ask Mingyu. The nickname makes him whine slightly. Youā€™ve always called him that, but in this context it hit so differently.
Mingyu nods slightly. ā€œIā€™ve- Iā€™ve wanted this for so long. I donā€™t want to mess it up.ā€
You smile gently at him. ā€œYou wonā€™t. I like you a lot Gyu, and I want this too. Donā€™t be nervous, okay? Just enjoy it.ā€
ā€œO-okay,ā€ Mingyu tells you.
ā€œNow, can I take this off of you?ā€ Your fingers play with the hem of Mingyuā€™s shirt and he nods. You help him tug the shirt off, revealing his bare torso.
If Mingyu is proud of one thing, itā€™s his physique, and you seem to appreciate it as well as you trail your fingers down his chest and abs, feeling the grooves of his muscles under your fingertips.
Mingyu is still shaking slightly, but he leans down to start pressing kisses to your chest. Your boobs are soft under his mouth as he starts to suck the subtle skin into his mouth.
Thereā€™s a small ribbon holding the front of your lingerie together and Mingyu tugs at the bow until it unties and the fabric falls away from your body, exposing your bare tits to him. Your tits look delicious and Mingyu cups one in his hand and brings his mouth to it. His lips suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking at it every so often.
Your body writhes under him as your fingers dig into his shoulder muscles. Mingyuā€™s cock is hard and straining in his pants and he so desperately wants to touch himself but also doesnā€™t want to pull any of his attention from you.
Mingyuā€™s hands move down your torso even further, his hands running over your waist and down to your hips. He balls the fabric of your panties in his fist, tugging at the lace slightly.
ā€œF-fuck youā€™re perfect,ā€ Mingyu mumbles into your chest before going back to mouthing at your tits.Ā 
Your hips buck up slightly and Mingyu drags one of his hands from his hips to press against your clothes slit. Youā€™ve soaked through your panties and Mingyu moans into your skin at how wet youā€™ve gotten. Heā€™s watched you touch yourself a million times and has seen how wet you get, but feeling it for himself makes his mind go fuzzy. His fingers push against your panties, slightly pushing them into you, collecting more of your arousal.Ā 
ā€œG-gyu, please, need you.ā€
Mingyu pulls his mouth off of you to sit back. He looks over to the side, acknowledging Jungkook for the first time since heā€™s crawled onto the bed. His best friend is seated on a plush chair in the corner of the room, his eyes trained on where you and Mingyu are on the bed.Ā 
Jungkook makes eye contact with Mingyu before smirking and nodding slightly. ā€œGo on Gyu, give her what she wants.ā€
With Jungkook approval, Mingyu hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down your legs, leaving you fully unclothed. Your legs part and Mingyu can see how slick your pussy really is.
Your cunt looks even prettier in person and Mingyu grabs your thighs and pushes them even further apart so he can slot his shoulders between them. He trails kisses along your inner thigh, move his mouth closer to your sopping heat. Mingyu hesitates slightly, before finally pushing forward and swiping his tongue through your folds.
Your arousal coats his tongue in a thick layer and Mingyu moans into your pussy at the taste. Your cunt is warm as Mingyu presses his face between your thighs, wrapping his lips around your clit. He tongues at the bud, stimulating you as you fist the sheets under you.
Mingyu canā€™t count the number of times heā€™s dreamt of this very scenario. His hands tighten their grip on your thighs as he doubles his efforts. His lips are restless as they play with your clit. Your moans are muffled above Mingyuā€™s head and they encourage Mingyu to keep going.
He can feel his chin already messy with your slick as he makes out with your cunt. His tongue intermittently darts out, lapping at your entrance. Mingyuā€™s brain gets more and more muddled as he continues to eat you out, already too lost in pleasure.
Mingyu squeezes his hand between his face and the bed so he can prod his fingertips against your folds. He traces your entrance before finally pushing a finger into you. Your cunt is warm and wet around his finger and heā€™s able to push a second one in as well.
His mouth doesnā€™t stop sucking on your clit as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. His digits drag against your walls, pressing into you, looking for your sweet spot.
As Mingyu fingers you, his hips rut against the mattress, humping the bed to the rhythm of his fingers. His cock is leaking inside of his boxers and heā€™s relieved to have at least some kind of pressure against him. Mingyuā€™s letting out soft whines that mix with your own moans.
Your cunt is clenching around Mingyuā€™s fingers and he pushes a third one into you. His fingers curl into you and you whine, reaching down to pull at Mingyuā€™s hair. Mingyu knows that heā€™s found your sweet spot and he continues to abuse the spot, leaving you a mess of moans.
Mingyuā€™s lips suck hard on your clit, shaking his head back and forth against you. Your body tenses under him as you cry out, your legs shaking as you reach your high. Mingyu helps you through it until you fall limp to the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.Ā 
Mingyu finally pulls his mouth away from you, panting himself as he wipes your slick off his chin. His whole body feels warm from lust. He needs more of you.
ā€œSuch a good boy,ā€ you mumble.Ā 
ā€œTake your pants off Mingyu.ā€ The voice startles Mingyu for a moment, before he realizes that Jungkookā€™s still in the room. When he glances over, his best friend looks the same as earlier, just now rubbing himself through his pants. Mingyu nods and starts to undo his belt, before heā€™s stopped by your protests.
ā€œLet me help.ā€ You move to stick on your knees, reaching over to undo Mingyuā€™s belt for him. When the belt is discarded on the floor, you start to work on his jeans. Mingyu can feel his cock twitching desperately as you slowly unzip his pants.
You lean down and start to trail kisses down his happy trail before putting your mouth directly on his bulge through his boxers. While still mouthing at him, you push his jeans down until theyā€™re out of the way. Mingyuā€™s dick strains against his underwear which are already slightly damp from his precum.
You hook your fingers into Mingyuā€™s waistband before pulling his boxers down, letting his dick spring completely free from all confines. Mingyu helps you fully remove his clothing before you wrap your hand around his length, pumping slightly.
ā€œFuck Gyu, itā€™s so pretty.ā€ You lean down and lick at his slit, collecting his precum in your mouth. ā€œWhat do you want to do with it? Want it here?ā€ You kiss his tip again. ā€œOr here?ā€ You sit back up and move forward to rub your pussy against his cock.
The idea of your lips wrapping around his cock, choking down his length makes Mingyu feel like a mad man, and under any other circumstances he would jump on the chance, but if heā€™s being honest he feels like heā€™s about to burst any minute now and needs to get inside of you.
ā€œT-this one,ā€ Mingyu whines out as you continue to rub his head between your swollen pussy lips.
ā€œGood, I was hoping youā€™d say that.ā€ You move away from Mingyu, only to lie back down on the bed and spread your legs, inviting Mingyu to come forward.
Your cunt is shiny with your arousal and your pussy lips are swollen from Mingyu eating you out. Itā€™s nothing Mingyu hasnā€™t seen before, but now seeing it up close and in person has Mingyu mesmerized. He moves forward, hovering over you as his cock rubs up against your folds.
He leans down to suck at one of your tits again, busying his mouth as he lines the tip of his cock up to your entrance. He can feel your slick on his head as he slowly starts to push in. Mingyu whimpers into your chest, his hands clenched on your hips, as he starts to rut into you. His cock stretches out your walls and it takes him a moment to get all the way inside of you.
After a moment he bottoms out, his cock pushed all the way into your tight, warm walls. Mingyuā€™s never felt something so heavenly in his life. His cock is twitching with excitement as he drools precum into you. Your walls flutter around him as you adjust to his size and Mingyu has to put all his focus on your tits in his mouth so he doesnā€™t go completely mad at the feeling.
It doesnā€™t take long for you to start pawing at Mingyu.
ā€œPlease move,ā€ you whine. ā€œNeed you to fuck me hard.ā€
Mingyuā€™s response is muffled against your chest as he pulls his hips back before slamming them back into you. He repeats the action over and over again until heā€™s thrusting into you in a quick rhythm. Youā€™re panting as you dig your fingers into Mingyuā€™s shoulders.Ā 
With each thrust Mingyu buries deeper and deeper inside of you. He finally pulls his mouth off your tits to sit up, adjusting his hold on you so he can pound even harder into you. From this new angle Mingyu looks down at you. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed, completely lost in your pleasure.
Your tits bounce with each thrust and Mingyu realizes heā€™s not going to last much longer at this rate. He pushes your legs forward against your chest, spreading your pussy more as he fucks you even harder thanĀ  before. Your moans grow frantic as you fist the sheets in your fingers.
ā€œG-gonna cum,ā€ Mingyu mutters. His cock is throbbing, desperately needed to find release.
ā€œD-do it inside,ā€ you whine. ā€œNeed your cum in me.ā€
Mingyu glances over at Jungkook, whoā€™s eyes are still trained on the two of you. Heā€™s stroking his own cock, which is starting to pearl at the tip.
ā€œDonā€™t make her wait.ā€
Thatā€™s all Mingyu needs before his hips are stuttering inside of you and heā€™s painting your inside white with his cum. Mingyuā€™s whole body is coursing with pleasure and he thinks he whites out slightly. When heā€™s completely come down from his high he pulls out of you, his body slumps down against the bed beside you.
Mingyu takes a moment to recollect himself, trying to clear his mind from his post nut haze. He doesnā€™t think heā€™s ever felt so good in his life.
When Mingyu opens his eyes again heā€™s surprised to see Jungkook has moved closer. Jungkook has stuffed himself back into his pants, but the bulge it leaves is still apparent. He stands next to the bed, looming over you as his hand rubs at your pussy. Mingyu watches with awe as his best friend rubs at your clit. Your eyes are closed against as you buck your hips into Jungkookā€™s touch.
ā€œYou made quite the mess,ā€ Jungkook says, addressing Mingyu. Mingyu doesnā€™t look at him though, his eyes still trained on Jungkookā€™s hand on your pussy.
Mingyuā€™s cum is leaking out of your cunt and onto the bed and Jungkook scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it right back inside of you. You gasp but otherwise accept the intrusion. The sight alone makes Mingyuā€™s cock twitch to life.
ā€œDid her pussy make you feel good, pup?ā€ Jungkook continues.Ā 
And shit well, Mingyuā€™s never been attracted to his best friend, or any man for that matter, but the sight of Jungkook fingering Mingyuā€™s cum back into his girlfriend while calling Mingyu a pup definitely makes his cock twitch.
Mingyu watches intently as your body starts to shake, your back arching up off the bed as you whine. Mingyu has watched your videos enough to know what you look like when youā€™re cumming and he watches as you fall apart on Jungkookā€™s hand.
Your hand reaches down to grab his wrist, stopping his motions.
ā€œSensitive,ā€ you mumble. Mingyu just expects you to leave it at that but heā€™s sorely wrong as he watches you pull Jungkookā€™s fingers to your mouth, sucking your juices and Mingyuā€™s seed off of them. Youā€™re making intense eye contact with your boyfriend as you do so, your tongue swirling around the digits, and Mingyu starts to feel like heā€™s witnessing something way too personal for him to be there.
When Jungkookā€™s fingers have been thoroughly cleaned by your tongue, you pop your mouth off his hand and start to paw at his pants. You pull him closer, your fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants as you attempt to strip your boyfriend down.
ā€œInsatiable little thing,ā€ Jungkook smirks as he quells your struggle and frees his cock for you. You donā€™t waste a moment, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
Jungkook lets out a low groan and he automatically reaches down to push the back of your head further down onto his cock. Mingyu watches the bob of your head as Jungkookā€™s dick disappears farther and farther down your throat.
Thereā€™s a bit of saliva dripping down your lips, making a mess of both you and Jungkook. The wet sound of your mouth and the slight gag from Jungkookā€™s length hitting the back of your throat fills the room, making everything seem even more erotic and dirty. Mingyu feels a bit perverted, just laying next to you watching, but a part of him knows that you and Jungkook want him to see this.
This whole experience is new to Mingyu, and heā€™s taking in every moment that he can. As Sweetheart you never share any part of your face, and thereā€™s a delight that fills Mingyu knowing heā€™s now the only person besides Jungkook that has seen what you look like with your lips wrapped around a cock, gagging on the length. Itā€™s almost too hot to handle.
From the angle Mingyuā€™s at he has the perfect view of your pussy. Your lips are spread slightly, still shiny with slick, as you arch your back. Mingyu thinks about you being spit roasted between him and Jungkook. Your mouth working diligently at Jungkook, while your pussy squeezes the life out of Mingyu.
The thought is too good to be true though, and Mingyu embarrassingly still hasn't recovered from his first orgasm. That doesnā€™t stop Mingyu from imagining it though, staring at your juicy pussy as he does so.
ā€œFuck,ā€ Mingyu hears Jungkook hiss. He looks up to see Jungkookā€™s forearms tenses as they grip onto your hair tight, helping you bob your head up and down. His head is tilted back and his eyes are squeezed shut as his hips shallowly thrust into your mouth.
Mingyuā€™s never been interested in seeing his best friend cum, but in this moment, he canā€™t take his eyes off of him. It only takes a few more bobs of your head and Jungkook is shuddering as he holds you down against him, your lips at the base of his cock.
When itā€™s clear Jungkook is finally done spilling into you, he releases his grip on you, allowing you to breathe properly. Your mouth is full of Jungkookā€™s cum and some of it starts to drip down your chin and fall right onto your tits. You giggle as you scoop it up and put it right back into your mouth.
ā€œCanā€™t waste a drop, right?ā€ You say to Mingyu, winking at him. ā€œStill doing good there, big boy?ā€
ā€œY-yeah,ā€ Mingyu stutters out, his voice hoarse from panting so hard earlier.
ā€œGood, because Iā€™m just feeling sooo empty and I would love if my two handsome boys could fill me up.ā€ You spread your legs again, reaching down to push your puffy folds apart with two fingers. ā€œWould you boys do that for me?ā€
Mingyu doesnā€™t understand how you have so much energy after being eaten out, fucked, fingered, and then sucking a dick, but he has to admit itā€™s incredibly hot and definitely doing it for him.
You move from where youā€™re laying and you crawl over to Mingyu, straddling his lap and pinning him to the bed. He can feel your heat press up against his cock and you grind down slightly and you lean in to whisper into Mingyuā€™s ear.
ā€œWill you let me ride you, puppy? Use your fat cock to get myself off?ā€ Your voice is somehow a mix of innocent and sultry at the same time and Mingyu involuntarily bucks his hips up against you. You chuckle slightly. ā€œIā€™ll take that as a yes.ā€
You lift yourself up off of Mingyu slightly, only to reach down and line his cock up to your pussy. Your folds wrap around his head before you sink down, flushing your hips to his. Mingyu whines, his hands flying up to grip your waist tightly.
Mingyu only pulled out a few minutes ago, and yet he missed the feeling of your pussy around him. Your walls are warm and tight and Mingyu swears youā€™re clenching down on him on purpose.Ā 
ā€œMm, you fill me up so nicely,ā€ you moan. You slowly start to bounce in his lap, lifting yourself up and down his cock. Your hands are planted firmly on Mingyuā€™s chest, using him as leverage. Mingyu pathetically helps guide you up and down, too distracted by how sexy you look like this.Ā 
Your skin is shiny with a light sheen of sweat and what Mingyu also thinks might just be a post-orgasm glow. Your naked body is warm and tantalizing as you roll your hips against Mingyuā€™s. Youā€™re staring down at him, your eyes trained on Mingyuā€™s face as you smirk at him. Itā€™s all almost too much for him.
When itā€™s clear that youā€™re satisfied with Mingyu, you lean forward, placing your tits right above Mingyuā€™s head. He canā€™t help himself, closing the rest of the distance to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp slightly, reaching down to cup Mingyuā€™s jaw.
ā€œF-fuck,ā€ you shudder out. ā€œCā€™mon Kookie. Need you in me too.ā€
Mingyu can feel Jungkook climb onto the bed, and heā€™s thankful that you two own such a large bed or he doesnā€™t think all three of you would fit comfortably. Jungkook positions himself behind you, hovering over Mingyuā€™s legs.
Mingyu can feel you jolt slightly as Jungkook starts to open you up. You bury your free hand in Mingyuā€™s hair, tugging slightly. Mingyu doesnā€™t mind though, in fact he whimpers slightly against your breast.
Mingyu can hear the sound of Jungkook pressing a kiss against your skin before he spits and then a few seconds later you gasp. Mingyu can feel the bulge of Jungkook pressing into you, stuffing your other hole full of his cock.
ā€œS-shit, you feel so good,ā€ you whine. ā€œBaby, please move.ā€
Your walls move as Jungkook slides out of you, only to slam right back into you. Your body lurches forward slightly, and you tighten your grip on Mingyu. Slowly Jungkook starts to build up his pace, until heā€™s fucking into you at a steady rhythm.Ā 
Mingyu takes this as his time to start thrusting up into you as well. He does his best to match Jungkookā€™s pace, as you start to grind down against both of them. Despite being completely composed a few moments ago, youā€™ve turned into a complete mess with two dicks inside of you. All you can get out is moans and whines and a few noncoherent sentences as you hold onto Mingyu like your life depends on it.
Your back arches as Mingyu tightens his grip on you, doing his best to fuck into you as hard as he can. Your walls are already spasming against him, your body trembling with pleasure. Over your shoulder Mingyu can see Jungkook and he doesnā€™t think his best friend has ever looked as good as he does right now. His hair is pushed back and his face is completely focused as he stares down at your ass, watching how his and Mingyuā€™s cocks split you open.
Above him, you bury your face into Mingyuā€™s neck, deciding to bite and suck at his skin to muffle your moans. Your body is on fire atop of him and Mingyu wraps his arms around your waist to pull you further against him, using the new grip to help his thrusts.
The whole situation seems so erotic, your gorgeous bare body pressed into his as he and his best friend destroy your holes. Mingyu can feel the blood pumping in his cock as his whole body starts to tingle.
ā€œG-gonna cum,ā€ he stutters out. ā€œP-please let me c-cum in you.ā€
ā€œMe too,ā€ you mumble into his neck. ā€œFuck, cum all inside me. Fill me up.ā€
You move your mouth from Mingyuā€™s neck to his lips. You kiss him desperately, licking into his mouth as you cup his face.
ā€œGo on both of you,ā€ Jungkook finally pipes up, his voice deep and sultry. ā€œCum.ā€
Mingyuā€™s whole body shakes as he lets himself go, spilling right into your waiting pussy. It doesnā€™t stay there long though, as you quickly lift yourself up off of Mingyu, your legs trembling as a stream of liquid gushes out of you and right onto Mingyuā€™s lap. You break your mouth off of Mingyuā€™s so you can moan as you finish squirting.
Behind you, Jungkook is still fucking into you, quick and hard. You canā€™t hold yourself up anymore though, and you slump against Mingyu. Mingyuā€™s still out of it as well, and he absentmindedly rubs your back as Jungkook grunts, finishing inside of you as well.Ā 
Jungkook pulls out of you and leans down to kiss the small of your back before walking into the connected bathroom. You press a few more kisses to the corner of Mingyuā€™s mouth before rolling off of him. Jungkook walks back in with towels and hands one to Mingyu before starting to clean you off.
Mingyu wipes his lower half off before standing up, his legs slightly giving out on him before he gains his footing again. Mingyu feels like heā€™s moving in slow motion, his brain still slightly fuzzy.Ā 
Mingyu starts to pull his clothes back on as you and Jungkook do the same. Mingyuā€™s not quite sure what to do as he stands in the corner of the room, watching as Jungkook starts to strip the bed of the sheets. It's a bit weird to see the large bed without the now iconic white sheets on it.
The thought of just slipping out the front door crosses Mingyuā€™s mind, and heā€™s heavily considering it, when he feels someone wrap their arms around his waist.
ā€œSo, did you have fun?ā€ You ask Mingyu. Youā€™re staring at him with wide eyes and a grin.Ā 
ā€œY-yeah! Thanks for uh, letting me do this,ā€ Mingyu responds.
ā€œOf course! Iā€™m wasn't joking Mingyu, I do really like you.ā€
The confession makes Mingyuā€™s heart flutter. Realistically, he knows that youā€™re with Jungkook and nothing will happen from this, but itā€™s still nice to know heā€™s not a complete fool or being so head over heels for you.
ā€œSheā€™s been talking about this since your little Twitter conversation,ā€ Jungkook says as he walks back into the room from putting the sheets in the washing machine. ā€œIā€™d be a little jealous if it wasnā€™t you, Gyu.ā€
ā€œYou know who I also think would really like you?ā€ You ask, shooting Jungkook a mischievous look. ā€œMy viewers. They would love you. Donā€™t you think so Kookie?ā€
Jungkook just smirks. ā€œYou have to ask him first.ā€
ā€œWhat about it Gyu? Wanna become a permanent stample on the Sweetheart page?ā€ You hug Mingyu a bit tighter.
The idea drives Mingyu a little wild. Going from watching your content to being in it? Being able to fuck you on a regular basis?Ā 
ā€œI- that soundsā€¦yeah, I would,ā€ Mingyu stutters out and you giggle.
ā€œYay! Looks like you have a competition Kook,ā€ you smirk at your boyfriend.
ā€œCompetition?ā€ Jungkook raises an eyebrow. ā€œNot when itā€™s Mingyu. I think both of us are going to have lots of fun with him. Wonā€™t we pup?ā€Ā 
You and Jungkook both send Mingyu matching grins and Mingyu feels the excitement grow in him. Oh yeah, heā€™s going to have a lot of fun.
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tulsa24 Ā· 2 years ago
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*hits head on the wall* god i am oblivious
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haeryna Ā· 10 months ago
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in my dreams you love me back (i still love you) ā†Ŗ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿā˜¾ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹†
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summary: soft moments with shoko keep your heart soft as well, but suguru finds something that he wasn't supposed to.
tw: sfw but vague mentions of losing your virginity. your mother MEDDLES but let's be real, we'd do the same. allusions to the bible for the aesthetic but also because i like the imagery of the themes. not proofread.
notes: title taken from red velvet's "in my dreams." the second half of "i would give up heaven if i had to." another short chapter because i split it in two originally! banner from @/cafekitsune
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"You look like shit."
You can't stop the huff that escapes your mouth as Shoko peers at you from your phone, propped up against your rice cooker. She's somewhere in the United States right now, attending a medical conference. She isn't wrong; your ten minute break in the bathroom had turned into a full-blown half hour breakdown. Thankfully, none of your coworkers pointed out the redness of your eyes and the sallow tint to your skin. Your manager had practically forced you to go home early. They all assumed that you had broken down about how the Gojo Satoru had demanded you be the one to make his drink. At this point, you were too tired to correct them.
"I just got back from the cafe, leave me alone." Yawning, you reach for a bowl. "I'm starving and exhausted, and now you're going to yell at me, Sho?"
You can hear the heavy exhale, and the camera blurs as she lets out a cloud of cigarette smoke. "I never said that. Did you see them today?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Nobody else can make you cry that hard, and I know it wasn't me."
You hesitate for a moment. "Mom thinks I should hear them out."
"Personally, I would tell them I'll speak to them after a down payment of 5k."
"Shoko!"
But your laughter fills the air, and you can catch Shoko's self-satisfied smirk from the other end. "There she is." A soft haze fills your screen as her voice softens. "Do I need to fly back and tell the two of them to fuck off?"
"I can tell them to leave myself," you protest, but Shoko gives you a deadpan stare. "Okay, well, maybe it'll be hard."
As the silence falls, warm and comfortable, you bustle around the kitchen, spooning rice into your bowl of leftovers. The air is warm, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but appreciate the dreaminess of the evening. Shoko watches you, dark eyes unreadable. "What?" you finally ask, curiosity lacing your voice.
"Just be careful," she sighs. "Satoru and Suguru will probably do some crazy shit to get you to notice them. I just don't want those idiots to scare you."
"They don't care enough to do that," is your sardonic reply, and this time, it's her turn to laugh.
"If you really think that, then you're blinder than I thought."
He is breaking me down on every side, and now it's too late for me; he has uprooted my hopes like a tree.
When the number of your old landline rings on Suguru's cellphone, he almost blocks it out of habit before he registers the last four digits. Panicking, he immediately accepts the call.
"Hey, is everything okay? I-"
Your mother's voice chirps back at him, a bit staticky from the old phone that he knows she'd insisted on keeping installed in the kitchen. "Suguru, dear, could you do me a favor?"
Ingrained instinct forces a "yes ma'am," from his mouth before he can even process the request. He can practically hear the smile in your mother's voice. "It won't take too long, don't worry. My back has been aching an awful amount after my last surgery, but I've been meaning to wear some of my old church clothes to Bingo Night. Would you mind grabbing it for me?"
The attic is cluttered and old, and the dust stings his eyes, but Suguru can't bring himself to complain as he begins to rummage through boxes. It feels like seeing you again, like being your Suguru again, as he unearths old photo albums, and stuffed toys. There was the rabbit you used to carry around all the time. A picture frame, of you, Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru one summer afternoon. Carefully, he wipes away the dust, smiling at the memory. You'd lost your front tooth that summer; now, it was forever memorialized.
Finally, he reaches a small collection of boxes in the back. The dress lays draped over a small stack of boxes, but as he grabs it, one topples over, spilling its contents all over the floor.
Suddenly, selfishly, Suguru is grateful that Satoru stayed behind back in their hotel room, because inside the cardboard box is envelopes. At least thousands of them, crammed into each possible corner, dates written on the front in the same handwriting you've had since high school. He tears open another box, only to find the same. Three whole boxes of letters. Selfish hope and heavier dread sinks into his skin like the dust that is slowly falling to the floor; Suguru has unearthed something that he knows he's not supposed to see.
Was this how Adam felt, holding the forbidden fruit in his hand? Which was stronger; the will of God, or the love of man?
"You will not certainly die,ā€ the serpent said to the woman.Ā ā€œFor God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God,Ā knowing good and evil.
He's almost frantic as he searches for the first letter, scattering them around himself until he finds it; labelled a week after Suguru had taken Satoru with him to pursue what they had believed to be an impossible dream. Suguru hesitates only for a moment, until with one decisive swipe, he rips the flap from the waxy paper beneath. This one is addressed to him.
Suguru,
My parents put me in therapy. Remember how we always used to joke that if anyone needed it, it would be you? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? It hurts, Sugu, why, why, why My therapist thinks that keeping letters will help, and my parents want me to at least give it a try. Mom won't say anything, but I know she's concerned. Dad's already torn into Toru's parents, so the whole town is fully aware of what they've done. Shoko says that they're practically livid with shame, skulking around the town as that'll fix their reputation. You missed it; there was one night when the fireflies came back, and I swear they filled the entire sky. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the first time we met, do you remember that?
I wish you'd been here to see it. I'm sorry, Suguru. I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough to take along. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I love you. I hope you're safe. I hope you're taking care of Toru for me.
I love you so much that it's hard to be mad.
Water drips down onto the ink of where you'd signed your name, and with a start, Suguru realizes he's crying. Gently folding the letter, he sets it aside, and reaches for the next one.
Mom and Dad have what Grandma had. I'm scared, Toru. I wish you were here. You'd always say something silly that would make me forget for even a moment.
Another.
I saw you on the television today, Toru. You're so beautiful it hurts.
Another.
I've given up on properly going to college. They're so sick that I'm terrified to leave them alone.
More. More. More.
I try my best not to listen, but the radio in the coffee shop plays the songs you make, Sugu. I hate it, but it's selfish of me. The girl you sing about, does Toru get along with her? Does she make you happy?
He can't stop himself from reading any more than he can stop the tears pouring down his face. They'd missed so much of your life, and yet you'd dutifully written letter after letter, as if you'd planned on them seeing it. Like you hoped they would come back some day. The next letter was only written two years ago, but it turns Suguru's blood to ice.
I saw the scandal on one of the gossip magazines while I was out shopping for groceries, Toru. The Chanel model? Really? I was kind of hoping for the Gucci one, she seems so nice to her assistant.
I say this like you're a celebrity. A celebrity that I can just laugh at, and say "must be nice, having supermodels fall into your lap!" You were mine, once, long before you were hers. I love loved you.
I did something stupid, last night. Remember Kenji, from high school? The one you always hated? I can't even explain it, how furious I was, when I saw you with that model. You looked so happy, like it didn't matter that all your joy and abundance didn't come at my expense.
I ended up sleeping with him for the first time, with anyone for the first time really. I'm not going to write more; it's embarrassing, and it wasn't even good, but I think I'm more upset with myself. It doesn't matter.
It's not like you'll ever find out. Even if you do, it's not like you'll care.
It's not like my love mattered to you to begin with.
Suguru's chest feels as though someone has washed his heart in acid. On paper, the person you were after they left was more jaded. Less optimistic. You no longer spoke of things you wished they were able to experience with you, but rather all the things they'd left behind. You thought they didn't care, and as he forces his useless lungs to take another breath, he knows that he can't leave this town until he convinces you to come with him. As he stumbles down from the attic, dress in hand, your mother gives him a knowing stare.
"Did you find the dress I asked you to grab?"
"Yes ma'am," Suguru says numbly. It's all he says. It's all he can say. Your mother sighs, patting the chair next to her. "Why don't you call Satoru over, hm? Try some of the tea I bought. I remember your mother saying you only drink black. You really should call her more."
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
"I'm home!" you call out, slipping your shoes off with one hand as you balance the full bag of groceries in the other. "Did you take your medi-"
The carrots drop to the floor as you take in the sight of Gojo and Geto sitting at your kitchen table with your mother of all people. "What the fuck?"
Geto's eyes are rimmed red, like he'd been crying, while Satoru stares at you with a hint of anguish. "What the fuck," you repeat again, dumbfounded. "Why are you in my house right now?"
Geto opens his mouth to speak, but your mother waves it away. "You know how bad my back's been lately, I really wanted to wear that old emerald dress your father got me, do you remember?"
Stunned, you can only nod.
"And, I didn't want to have you come all the way back from the city just to grab a dress for me, so I called over Suguru and Satoru to help me out," your mother finishes. You can't stop the panic from leaking into your voice.
"Where was the dress?"
From the look on their faces, you know that Geto and Gojo have found it. All the letters you were too weak to send, too weak to throw away. How much did they read?
"The attic, dear," is your mother's quiet response, and when you turn her attention to her, you can see the quiet love and encouragement in her eyes.
What's more important? The love for all the things they did do, or all the things they didn't?
White noises rushes into your head, and you can barely process your mother's departure. Something about Bingo Night? The door clicks shut and you're left with silence so profound that your body almost instinctively crumples in on itself. Suguru can't look you in the eyes, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the delicate porcelain teacup that looks comically small next to his calloused hands. Satoru merely watches, but you can see the tension in his neck, in the way his fingers flex around empty air.
So, you do the only thing you can do. You run.
Turning, you all but sprint up the stairs. You lied. You couldn't do this, couldn't face them, see them, hear them-
Toned arms reach around from behind, pulling you decisively to a well-defined chest. The air is forced out of your lungs as you yelp, squirming out of the hold, only to freeze as Satoru places his cheek on your head, nuzzling into your hair.
"I missed you."
Tears spring to your eyes but Satoru keeps going. "You were the only thing that kept us going. Our apartment was so shitty, we had to put cardboard on the floor just to keep warm. I thought of you all the time. I thought of which stage outfit you'd like better, how you would get along so well with the other members of the group. We didn't forget you. We love you too much for that."
"Stop," you choke out, as your legs crumple under you. Satoru catches you, tugging you further into him, as tears trickle down your face. A blurred shape; Suguru, kneeling in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.
"One chance, princess," he breathes. "Give us one chance to explain ourselves. After that, we'll do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. We've only ever been yours."
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halemerry Ā· 1 year ago
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Alright, not to be too predictable, but I wanna talk about space and color as it's used in the intro to episode 1 for a minute. And you know, show some gorgeous space shots.
So we open in the dark. There's distant lights and the occasional flare from them moving through space but for the most part we get the angel that would eventually become Crowley alone in enough darkness that he himself isn't even giving off particularly significant amounts of light.
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But then, enter Aziraphale. He arrives in a big ball of blue light shining above him that really emphasizes Crowley's red hair. They get tied to the colors we most often see them attached to, especially in promotional materials.
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From here the entire scene gets slightly brighter, even once Aziraphale's light dims down. They're both lit up once they're together, even it the middle of literal nothingness.
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They start the universe next, using Crowley's hand crank, which gives off a magic that's a combination of their two colors - purple.
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A very similar color to this shows up in heaven as a signal flare for their accidentally too powerful half a miracle. It's a color tied to a miracle so big it could've revived someone 25 times and also a miracle that got the engine of the universe running.
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And then. Creation starts. Our first image is a very Heavenly aesthetic. It's a blueish light cutting through the clouds much like Az just cut through the dark.
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And what explodes from that is the thing that set me down this little rabbit hole in the first place: it's purple scattered through with red and blue lights.
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As the initial burst fades, the blue and the red separate, the color fading except for this tiny blue dot and this growing red zone on the right.
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The blue then fades, leaving us with an extremely Crowley coded palette here and a very orangeish red. There's shades of gray, a little bit of light, but not nearly as much color. As the sequence moves the darkness grows but does start slowly filling with small points of light.
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We then end up with shades of gray both light and dark. There's balance here, even if it's not particularly colorful.
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And then all at once a pinkish red bursts forth with these intense clawing tendrils. At the core of it, from the heart of it, is a bright blue ball of light.
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It fades into a blue heart surrounded by darkness with whisps of white resembling a certain someone's hair. Or, as some friends pointed out two people embracing.
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As the nebula settles a few other colors set in but the primary scheme is still red and blue. An almost violent plume of red emerges on the left side of the image.
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And from this moment on most shots of the two of them back them with their respective color schemes.
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They chat and Aziraphale gets anxious. He looks for a distraction and is immediately drawn to the space where the colors mix.
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And as we fade out the other colors in the picture fade. We get the most balanced blue and red get. And on the far corners fairly clear dark and light.
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So what does this mean? The purple speaks to them being very powerful together. And, the rest is arguably just representative of the plot. We have Aziraphale as a beacon in the dark - a signal flare we know Crowley has throughout history been aware of and drawn to. We have them brightening each other. We have Az's color breaking out of heaven to mix with Crowley's to create something new and wonderful and powerful. Aziraphale's color fades, leaving Crowley alone. We then get a burst of a red closer to Crowley's current hair, with Aziraphale's blue in the core of it that eventually becomes a blue heart surrounded by darkness. That too fades, replaced by the pillars becoming their familiar hand shape and slightly more colors seeping in. As they talk together and move closer together their own colors settle back in and come to balance.
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mother-lee Ā· 4 months ago
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motimatcha Ā· 10 months ago
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the Forbidden fruit
NSFW: headcanons about your sex life. hazbin hotel Adam x fem!reader That feeling when my drafts are almost halfway through the smut with Adam that I wanted to write, but at the last minute I stopped liking that text, so I switched to something else. Everything is (not) good. I wrote this text while listening to Landon Tewers - She Thinks of Me. the meaning of the song is not at all important and has nothing to do with the lyrics, I just liked the melody.
Adam has beautiful hands. Aesthetic. When he takes off his clothes and folds his arms across his chest, rests them on a surface, or carries heavy objects, his veins appear.
His fingers are thin and well-groomed, long, like those of a pianist, which Adam never was.
Just imagine the contrast it has on you during sex. His rough, sometimes wild, character and gentle movements of his hands that slide over your entire body while he whispers all sorts of dirty things in your ear. Imagine those hands touching your hips, squeezing your skin gently but noticeably to make you feel excited and excited, and then with a knee-baring grin, he leaves you unsatisfied.
Adam can and loves to tease. His hands pass dangerously close to your sensitive places, and his words are full of subtext and hints, which are sometimes not covered at all. And because many are accustomed to the character of Adam, who speaks complete nonsense, no one pays attention to the fact that Adam literally said that he would fuck you against that wall before entering heaven.
Adam sure has a sexy morning voice. He can lie on his back, finally finding a comfortable position without his wings getting in the way, one of his arms wedged under your body and resting on your side. He brushes the hair that is falling into his face back before turning his head in your direction. A smirk graces Adamā€™s face as he rolls onto his side and pulls you closer to him, allowing your two hot bodies to grind against each other. Adam wakes you up with a kiss behind your ear, slowly lowers himself to your neck and whispers some nonsense to you, but you donā€™t wake up or pretend to be asleep, he takes it as a challenge and the hand from your hip slowly slides down, straight into yours underpants.
Adam likes the cowgirl position when he's too tired but still wants you. This gives you both an imaginary sense of control: you control the speed of the process, Adam controls the movement of your hips.
He likes to look at your hips and butt, whether in tight pants/high-waisted shorts or skirts/dresses that contour your figure. Adam basically likes to look at you in tight clothes, style doesn't matter as long as you like it. Besides that, he likes to see his dick penetrate your body slowly or quickly (well, I mean, he likes to watch your pussy swallow his dick, let's be honest). He loves watching your breasts bounce rhythmically as you move. He loves the feeling of your fingers on his chest as you lean against him, finding a comfortable position.
If you don't mind having Adam's dick in you without having sex, then please allow him. He is overwhelmed by a feeling of unity that has not visited him since the time of Lilith and Eve.
Not against quick sex (or blowjob).
Speaking of fetishes, Adam loves creampies and he doesnā€™t hide the fact that heā€™s flattered by the idea of ā€‹ā€‹impregnating you. And the latter is not so much a fetish as his sacred duty, because he seemed to be created for this? First man, first man and all that. However, if you can't get pregnant (or it's your mutual desire not to have children due to your lifestyle), he still loves creampies.
Adam loves to leave his marks on you: hickeys and bites, especially on your neck, arms, collarbones, chest, hips... In general, wherever he can reach with his mouth and lips. Adam likes to do this not only because he finds it sexy, but because of his insecurity. He had two wives who went to a dwarf duck! Somewhere in the subcortex of consciousness, Adam wants every living and dead soul to see that you are already busy with him and minding your own business.
Adam will probably let you do anything (within reason and as long as he feels like he's in a dominant position) if you praise him during sex or tell him you wouldn't choose anyone else over him. This will upset him.
I'm not sure exactly what word is supposed to mean what I'm about to say next (at least I've seen it called "happy way", but I can't be sure), but Adam has a faint trail of hair from his belly button to the groin. And although he takes care of himself (if you ask, he doesnā€™t care until it starts to get in the way), but he will never remove this particular hair.
His cock is worth forgetting about toys. So are his fingers.
Adam doesn't have a favorite place to have sex, but he prefers you to be alone. Teasing in public is a whole different story!
If you want to quickly excite Adam, then touch his wings. But this should not be a light touch to the tips of his feathers, but a targeted stroking of the growth area of ā€‹ā€‹ā€‹ā€‹the wings and between the shoulder blades.
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fbfh Ā· 2 years ago
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rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs
wc: 2.3k
genre: mutual pining, contrasting aesthetics
pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine reader (fem/she her/referred to as a girl)
summary: you're new at school and it takes a painfully long time for you to find the only hot guy there. he's had a massive painful crush on you since you first set foot through the door.
warnings: reader is a little insecure/anxious and copes through hyperfemininity, rodrick has low self esteem and dyslexia, they both think they have no chance with the other one, jocks keep asking you out, you're friends with Heather and Madison
a/n: obsessed with this dynamic. when you finally date everyone is so fucking confused lmao
@dustyinkpages @the-snake-pit @yesv01
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First of fucking all
Match made in heaven
On your first day of school at Crossland you turned a whole lot of headsĀ 
You figure you should make a statement and decide to channel your idol, Elle Woods
You show up to school in a pink mini skirt blazer set, a little halter top with a heart cut out, and matching pink heels
Youā€™re obviously rocking your signature scent, strawberry pound cake body spray and matching strawberry fizz flavored lip gloss
You did a mani pedi and a facial over the weekend to destressĀ 
You walk in quickly to avoid the people that are staring at you for some reason, unintentionally strutting through the halls in a way that appears totally confidentĀ 
You reach the office to get your schedule and tuck it into your heart shaped bag along with your sunglassesĀ 
You make sure to smile and be extra friendly with all the teachers and administrative staff, and in every class where you have to introduce yourself over and over, you try to project what you hope is an approachable friendlinessĀ 
People were already starting to whisper about the living barbie doll that just showed up out of nowhere, and these whispers reached none other than Heather Hills
She grabs Madison and tries to hunt you down
To confront you for trying to steal her place as the prettiest most popular girl there
Before she can threaten you, youā€™re asking her where the good boutiques in town are
You have such a unique, sunshiney charm that she totally forgets what she came to talk to you about
Before she knows it, you and her and Madison have plans to go shopping this weekend
You praise yourself for making a couple friends on the first day, not realizing you accidentally waltzed your way into the elusive popular girl cliqueĀ 
By the end of the day, you have entirely by accident established yourself as queen bee of the school
As time goes on, youā€™re relieved that at least some of the people at Crossland are so friendly
Sometimes people say hi to you, and you always reply with a smile or wave or hi back
But a lot of the time people just stare at you
Youā€™re somewhat used to it since not a lot of people wear nearly as much pink as you do
Or glitter
Or use a fuzzy pink strawberry scented glitter gel pen for all their homework
So you try to chalk it up to thatĀ 
As the days go on, everyone thinks they know exactly what to expect from you
Youā€™re like Heather 2.0, just a little nicerĀ 
Which is almost worse
When Heather is mean to everyone she doesnā€™t like (which is almost everyone) at least they have a reason to hate her
But you??
Youā€™re so elusiveĀ 
You donā€™t have a ton of friends, you donā€™t go out of your way to go party unless Heather and Madison drag you there
But whatā€™s weird is that youā€™ve turned down every guy whoā€™s actually worked up the courage to ask you out
Every single guy at crossland wants to ask you out
But when the captain of the football teamĀ 
And the quarterbackĀ 
And the hottest guy in your grade all asked you out
And the whole school watched you politely turn them down one after the other
No one else thought they stood a chance
Heather and Madison think youā€™re crazy for turning them down
ā€œI justā€¦ Iā€™m not really into guys like that.ā€ you say dismissively
ā€œHot jocks?ā€ Heather demands
You would have said the type of guys whoā€™d have bullied you in middle school, but now doesnā€™t seem like the right time to bring that up
ā€œYeah.ā€ you agree, and eventually they stop pressing you
Your status of queen bee is even more solidified by the rumors rampantly spreading that not only are you unimaginably hot
But youā€™re also impossible to date
This becomes common knowledge after a while
Until one day when youā€™re running late to school
Heatherā€™s still complaining about having to turn around and pick up her sister
ā€œI mean, you were the one who forgot her at your houseā€¦ā€ Madison starts, piping down fast when Heather glares at her
As you all get out of her convertible, tires screech behind you
A beat up white van with spray paint writing on the side parks haphazardly next to the curb
Muffled guitar and drums blast out of the car speakers, and as the driver opens the door, you recognize it as green day
Your eyes widen, and you lag behind to try and get a look at the driver
Heatherā€™s ranting about something, and Madison grabs your arm, pulling you along as you watch the driver stumble out and trip on the curb
He has messy black hair, eyeliner, and heā€™s wearing a well loved ramones shirt
As if that wasnā€™t enough, he shoves the drumsticks heā€™s holding into his back pocket, poking out awkwardlyĀ 
ā€œWho is that?ā€ you ask
Heather and Madison whip around, ecstatic that you finally found someone at school you think is hot
They scan the scattered crowd of other late students trying to make it inside before first bell
ā€œWho?ā€ Heather demands, looking straight past the guy at the captain of the football team who youā€™d turned down for the fourth time earlier this week. ā€œBrent? You know Brent.ā€Ā 
A twinge of jealousy flashing through her voice as she finishes, desperate for more information
ā€œNo,ā€ you say, pointing. ā€œThe guy who looks like Billie Joe Armstrong.ā€
ā€œWho?ā€ they both demand, still looking right past him
ā€œBlack hair, black shirtā€¦ā€
Finally they see him
ā€œHeffley??ā€ Heather demands, holding back a gag at his name. ā€œNo, no, no. Not him, anyone but him.ā€Ā 
She shudders, pushing past both of you to go inside
Youā€™re stuck in place, watching him greet his friends and laugh loudly as they shove each other hello
Madison leans in close
ā€œThatā€™s Rodrick. His god awful band ruined Heatherā€™s sweet 16 and sheā€™s still pissed about it. Going near him is social suicide.ā€Ā 
It suddenly makes sense that you havenā€™t bumped into the only hot guy at school yet
If youā€™re always with Heather and Heather avoids him like the plagueā€¦Ā 
Madison drags you inside, and youā€™re already trying to figure out a way to talk to him
Just because you didnā€™t know Rodrick exited before now, doesnā€™t mean he hasnā€™t been drooling over you since you showed up at Crossland
ā€œUh, dudeā€¦ was she just staring at you?ā€ Ward says once Madison finally drags you inside, forcing you to break your unwavering stare you had locked on RodrickĀ 
He turns around quickly, looking for a more logical explanation for you looking in his direction as some football players walk pastĀ 
ā€œShe must have been looking at Brent.ā€ he decides
ā€œNo dude,ā€ Ben punches his arm, ā€œshe was totally making eyes at you.ā€Ā 
They all laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement as he drags himself to his first class of the day
He canā€™t focus even more than usual
Were you staring at him? Making eyes at him like Ben had said?
He stares at the back of your head in all your shared classes, which is a lot of them, just like he always doesĀ 
And just like always, his mind starts to wander
Of course heā€™s down stupid bad for you, he doesnā€™t know anyone thatā€™s not
He wonders what you smell like, what you look like up close
He wonders what your hands would feel like on his body, if youā€™d drag your pretty manicured nails across his skin
He imagines kissing you in such vivid detail it feels real for a few moments
Then he starts to wonder what youā€™d taste likeĀ 
Probably bubblegum, you usually chew it between periods when you wonā€™t get in trouble for it
He wonders if your lip gloss is flavored
God, since the first day you showed up in this shithole heā€™s been thinking about you
Heā€™s had countless dreams about you to
He always goes right back to sleep hoping he can see you again, feel your body against his, feel your lips on his skin one more time
He knows itā€™s hopeless, knows that even if youā€™ve seen him around and are vaguely aware of his existence, you donā€™t know his name
And why would you want to??
Heā€™s such a teenage dirtbag he practically has rights to the song
Plus Brent is still determined to get you to go out with him
He considers himself your boyfriend already and has been threatening anyone who stares at you more than normal
Even if he could get past Brent and his own debilitating self doubt and low self esteem, youā€™re with Heather and Madison constantly, who still think heā€™s worse than mold after the incident and Heatherā€™s sweet 16
Youā€™re literally untouchableĀ 
Even still, he doesnā€™t think heā€™s ever had a crush this bad
Not even back when he liked Heather
The only way he can get through classes is by spacing out the whole time (his teachers expect nothing less of course) and imagining you marching right up to him and sitting on his lap to make out with him
The only notes he takes anymore are scribbled song lyrics about you until his hand cramps up and he gets one of those nausea headache he gets from trying to write or read too muchĀ 
He thinks about you so much
Itā€™s getting to the point where heā€™s thinking about you all the time
And he has absolutely no idea what to do about it
Because he doesnā€™t stand a chance
Thereā€™s no way in hell he could approach you, much less get you to go out with him
Plus youā€™ve literally turned down every guy thatā€™s asked you out this year
Why would you want to go out with him???
Heather and Madison are wondering the same thing
You could easily pull anyone in this entire school
And now youā€™re making eyes at Heffley out of nowhere????
It doesnā€™t make senseĀ 
They canā€™t pay attention for the rest of the day
Neither can you
You spend the entire day trying to figure out how to talk to him (you could just walk over to him)
How to get his attention (you already have it)
How to set up the perfect scenario to make him fall for you (he fell hard and fast long before now and has not recovered)
A party
You have to throw a party and get his band to play
Then you can corner him after the show to buy a cd and see if you can get it to go somewhere
Itā€™s perfect
Plus Heatherā€™s been telling you that you should throw at least one party before the school year is over
You tell Heather you want to throw a party this weekend
Sheā€™s ecstatic, thinking youā€™re finally moving on to something better to focus on
She and Madison are so busy helping you get everything ready they donā€™t notice you staring at Rodrick in the halls every chance you get and never managing to get him to look over at you
Youā€™re so busy throwing an elaborate rager of a party to try and seduce him like Jay Gatsby that you donā€™t notice him staring at you when youā€™re not looking too
You canā€™t let anything ruin your chance with RodrickĀ 
Nothing can possibly go wrong
So when Brent asks you out again at lunch you turn him down more definitively than you have before
You tell him youā€™re just not into him like that, and to please stop asking you out
Heā€™s never had someone tell him that theyā€™re not attracted to him and want nothing to do with himĀ 
It was definitely a much needed blow to his self esteem
Rumors that you broke up with Brent (even though you werenā€™t dating in the first place) spread like wildfireĀ 
So after school when you manage to slip away from Heather and Madison for long enough to approach Rodrick and ask him and his band to play at your party this weekendĀ 
It feels like a fucking dream
Not only do they have a gig
But itā€™s at your party????Ā 
It feels fake
It feels like something his touch starved hormonal brain would concoct to distract him from what he should be thinking about
They start trying to figure out sets and extra practice time before your party
And Ben insists the whole time that you were making eyes at him
Except this time Rodrick kind of believes him
Thereā€™s no way this means he has a chance with you, right??
He watches you walk away
And as you walk away, you let out an excited suppressed giggle that you actually talked to him
Youā€™re still flustered and blushing under all your makeup, fanning your warm face as you hop into the passenger seat of Heathers convertibleĀ 
ā€œWhatā€™s up with you?ā€ she asks, noticing your distracted state
ā€œIā€™m justā€¦ really excited for this party.ā€ you smile, biting your lip
You donā€™t think about a thing other than him for the rest of the day
You decide this party really cannot come soon enough
If you play your cards right
You might even get him to like you back
You ruminate on this as you start picking out an outfit - in your signature pink, of course - completely unaware that Rodrick is already rehearsing for your party
And thinking about you just as much
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ā €ā € ā˜† ā–‘ Ö“ā €×‚ NOW PLAYING . . . Hype Boy (250 Remix) NewJeans
your boys love your instagram almost as much as you do . . . enha x f!reader, poly!enha, enha8thmember
wc . . . 2.7k , warnings ! none, just fluff!
Ā©all4aoki, 2024
You were very proud of the image youā€™d built yourself. It was the perfect mix of your authentic self, the sensitive and shy, with the personality HYBE had wanted for you, borderline hyper feminine and maybe a little more energetic than you usually were. But nonetheless, the soft, princess-y aesthetic you now exuded was something you thoroughly enjoyed. Fans did too, and that made sharing your life with them all that more enjoyable.
ā€œAre you sure Iā€™m centered?ā€ you asked Sunoo and he shuffled backwards a bit at your question. ā€œSun, thatā€™s not an answer.ā€
ā€œCalm down, princess, I'm just trying to get your whole outfit in the frame,ā€ he said, eyes glued onto your phone screen. Finding places to take Instagram pictures at music shows was difficult. Not to say you werenā€™t a fan of the infamous pink wall of MBC, or the stairs from KBS, but you were a perfectionist and could only take so many pictures in front of them. So, after finding the prettiest spot by a large set of windows that showcased the beautiful weather that day, you couldnā€™t help but stop to snap a few pictures for a future post or photo dump.
You were just lucky that you had the most amazing boyfriends to help you take pictures.
ā€œWoah! Did I just die and go to heaven?ā€ You continued posing as Heeseung and Jake walked by, deciding to join you and Sunoo.
ā€œGet out of here, Heeseung-hyung. She doesnā€™t need you distracting herā€“ā€ Sunooā€™s jaw dropped a bit as you changed the way you were standing once again. ā€œYah, what did they put in your water today?ā€
You giggled, feeling your face heat up at the compliments being thrown your way. ā€œStop!ā€
ā€œSo pretty!ā€ Jake cheered as the three boys smiled at your fluster. ā€œGorgeous! Amazing! Wonderful!ā€
ā€œAhh!ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ you cried, covering your face with your hands to try and hide the pink thatā€™d joined the makeup blush on your cheeks. You had a love-hate relationship when your boyfriends would watch you take photos. It was adorable with the way they fawned over you, shouting praises and fighting over who was holding the camera. But whenever they were around, you always ended up having too much fun instead of taking your tasks seriously.
That, and they had a rather cruel enjoyment of teasing you.
ā€œCute!ā€ Heeseung joined Jakeā€™s encouragements, using a tone that was similar to when he spoke to cute kids or animals.
Sunoo ignored them, but a small smile still remained on his lips. Anyone could tell that he was simply enjoying the sight of you. ā€œTurn your head to the left a little,ā€ he instructed and you did as he asked. And as you smiled for the camera, their small gasps of awe and tiny cheers continued. The three boys couldnā€™t believe you were real. The way your hair flowed effortlessly and how your makeup had been applied that day only added to your natural beauty. And the way the rhinestone decorated skirt clung to your hips and the matching top wrapped around your torso made you appear almost dreamlike. But they figured it made sense that someone so beautiful on the inside was also unbelievably stunning on the outside.
It was the little moments like these that they took to bask in their love for you. Watching as you act so naturally was like watching the sun break through the clouds on a rainy day, giving them spurts of happiness through the stressful times of promotion. When you shyly accepted their words of affection, that relaxed, blissed feeling of everything being at ease spread through each of them.
ā€œOkay, okay,ā€ you said suddenly, running up to Sunoo to grab your phone. ā€œIā€™m done now.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€ Sunoo said, turning his body so your hand missed the electronic. ā€œBut I didnā€™t even get any with you!ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t know that you wanted to take any!ā€ you laughed, trying to swipe for your phone again. Sunoo nodded his head as he maneuvered his arms so they were wrapped around you.
Jake took the phone from the younger, ā€œI want some too.ā€
You sighed, walking back to the spot by the window as Sunoo clung onto your back. ā€œHeeseung-oppa Iā€™m guessing youā€™ll want some too?ā€
He grinned, ā€œOf course.ā€
ā€œOk. Can you kiss me first?ā€ Sunoo asked, interrupting Heeseung. In response, your hands found their way to the soft skin of his cheeks and Sunoo tilted his head over your shoulder so you could reach him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jake angling the phone with a few words of help from Heeseung. Sunoo nudged your head with his, drawing your attention back to him, ā€œKiss me.ā€
Without wasting another second, you did just that. Your fingers trailed along the skin of his neck as he pressed his lips against yours again and again. The faint sound of the iPhone camera shuttering being the only thing keeping you from losing yourself in the love you had for your boyfriends.
After you had satisfied the threeā€™s need for pictures with you, you all quickly carried on with the day. The hours were long when it came to Music Shows. The actual recordings were over faster than you couldā€™ve originally guessed, but the time spent waiting for the winners to be revealed tested your patience no matter what mood you were in. So, in order to distract from the mind-numbing boredom and the longing to sleep, you always turned yourself over to the rest of the group. And usually, they had no trouble keeping you entertained.
This day was no exception.
Riki was more than happy when you waltzed over after cooling down and motoring the performance, plopping yourself down onto the couch before cuddling up into his side. He didnā€™t hesitate to brush your hair out of the way so it wouldnā€™t be pulled on and blissfully helped you get comfortable on his lap.
ā€œI need your opinion,ā€ you said, suddenly shoving your phone screen in front of his face. He took the device from you, discovering the pretty photos of you in your outfit from the dayā€™s stage. ā€œWhich ones should I post?ā€ you asked and he began to swipe through them. Rikiā€™s chin fell onto your shoulder, resting on it as he looked over the pictures. Your scent infiltrated his senses, and he melted a bit at the comforting sensation.
Riki clicked his tongue after a moment, tilting his head so it was resting on the side of yours. ā€œI donā€™t know if any of them are good.ā€
Your head snapped to the side, looking behind you at what he was seeing and ultimately pushing his head off yours.
ā€œWhatā€™re youā€¦ā€ Oh. On the screen was one of the pictures youā€™d taken with Sunoo, your cheeks pressed together as he smiled and you were halfway through a laugh. ā€œAh Riki-san,ā€ you giggled as he resumed going through the pictures, getting to the ones of you and Jake. ā€œDid you want some pictures with me?ā€
His full lips pushed out into a pout. ā€œNoā€“ Wow, with Heeseung-hyung too?ā€ You slapped his chest softly in protest.
ā€œYou were getting ready, Ki. I didnā€™t want to interrupt you,ā€ you explained and his warm brown eyes turned to you, gaze gentle with admiration. ā€œHmm?ā€ you questioned after a moment of silence. His head ducked down to kiss your cheek.
ā€œLetā€™s take some now.ā€
ā€œI thought you didnā€™t want any?ā€
He opened the camera app, ā€œWell, I want to be featured in your Instagram post.ā€
At the words ā€˜Instagramā€™ and ā€˜Postā€™ Jay, whoā€™d been sitting in a chair near the couch Riki and you were snuggled into, abruptly found interest in what you both were doing. Deciding to disregard how the older was now staring at you both, you made a half heart with your hand and held it up to Rikiā€™s cheek.
ā€œCan I do a heart pose with you?ā€
Riki rolled his eyes, but the hints of a smile gave him away. ā€œFine.ā€
You let out a small ā€˜Yayā€™ as the two of you got situated. He angled the camera and took a few pictures with the pose youā€™d requested before he delicately grabbed your face, maneuvering it closer to his so your cheeks were touching and your lips were almost on his.
ā€œRiki-sanā€“ā€ your voice was muffled as his fingers squished your cheeks together.
ā€œYou donā€™t have to post these, but you should send them to me, princess.ā€ Your heart trembled at the nickname that the younger was so fond of using.
The corners of your lips brushed, but Riki pulled away before you could actually move to kiss him. His expression read expectant, ā€œOf course Iā€™ll send them to you, Ki.ā€
He gave you a quick peck. ā€œI think Jay-hyung wants a picture now.ā€ It was true, Jay had gotten up from his spot on the chair and was now standing awkwardly by one of the gray plastic tables in the center of the dressing room. You pretended to groan as Riki assisted you in getting off of his lap, thighs brushing yours and making your face feel warm.
ā€œYou guys have never shown this much interest in my Instagram before,ā€ you said as you pranced over to your older boyfriend. His hands found your waist instantly, and before you could process what was happening, you were being lifted off the ground and into Jayā€™s arms.
Riki, like the photography geek he was, had been snapping photos while Jay pulled you up so he was holding you bridal style. ā€œWe are, I donā€™t think youā€™ve ever noticed before, though.ā€
ā€œItā€™s an honor to be on your feed,ā€ Jay added, and you tried to not focus on how he was gripping your legs. No matter how long youā€™d been dating all of them, they still had the ability to make those butterflies erupt in your stomach and your heart race with love.
You wound your arms around his neck and made eye contact with the phone that was pointed at you and Jay.
ā€œItā€™s an honor that you guys want to be on my feed.ā€
Jayā€™s thumb rubbed against your leg comfortingly, ā€œOf course we want to be included with everything you do. Weā€™re in love with you.ā€
You cooed faintly at his words, ā€œI love you.ā€
ā€œI love you too!ā€ Riki called, taking one more picture before getting up himself and bringing your phone over to you. Jay refused to put you back down as you reached for the youngest. So you settled for caressing Rikiā€™s cheek with your hand after taking back your phone.
ā€œLove you, Ki.ā€
ā€œYeah. And since you love me so much you should be posting me today.ā€
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The urge to take off your makeup had never been so strong before. You were exhausted, but the day of promotions was finally over and it was time to head back to the dorms. All you longed to do was throw yourself onto the large couch in the main room and cuddle with your boys. Maybe watch an old Disney movie too. Sangmi definitely would appreciate that.
The chatter from the other members as they got ready to leave fell as white noise onto your ears as you got your things around. One of your least favorite things was when you would accidentally leave things behind at music shows, therefore a new habit of yours that quickly formed after your debut was double and triple checking that everything you brought ended up right back in your bag.
Mentally, you ran through your list as you shuffled through the light pink My Mum Made It puffer bag. Phone charger, vitamins, perfume, hair clipsā€“
ā€œWhat is this Iā€™ve heard about you taking pictures with everyone but me today?ā€
ā€œHello to you too, Hoon.ā€ His arms slipped around your middle from behind and he peeked over you as you made sure you had everything.
ā€œCan I have one too, baby?ā€
You leaned back to leave a kiss on his neck, ā€œOf course. I just need to find my water bottle first. I donā€™t know where it went.ā€
ā€œItā€™s on the vanity over here,ā€ Sunghoon said as he tilted his head towards the left.
ā€œThanks, Hoon,ā€ you replied as you took his hands to free yourself from his grasp. He didnā€™t let go of your hand though. Instead, he gripped onto you even tighter, your fingers feeling small as they clutched onto his thumb, and you pulled him along with you to grab the last thing you needed.
Swiftly, you grabbed the metal water bottle and moved to head back to your bag before he stopped you. ā€œMirror selfie?ā€ Sunghoon offered.
ā€œOoh, yeah letā€™s do it.ā€ You checked over your hair and makeup for a moment, deciding that while the style had fallen a bit flat and the makeup had begun to wear off, you still looked presentable. Both you and Sunghoon had changed out of your stage outfits, you wearing the brown skirt youā€™d shown up in today, with one of Heeseungā€™s white long-sleeved shirts on your top half. Sunghoon was wearing dark brown, almost black, slacks with a beige sweater that had a button-down white shirt underneath.
You turned to face him, and hugged him tightly, foot popping up behind you as you winked at the camera through the mirror.
Sunghoon chuckled, ā€œOkay, now do a serious one.ā€
He let his own free arm fall to rest around your hips as you dropped your leg and smiled gently at the phone. After a minute, he decided that was enough and pulled up the pictures for you to check.
ā€œWah, we look so good!ā€
Sunghoon grinned at you, ā€œI think itā€™s impossible for you to look bad.ā€
All you could do was tuck your head and giggle into his chest. Trying to hide your giddiness was never easy, especially when it was one of the things Sunghoon always searched for.
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As soon as you had gotten into the car with Jungwon, Jay, and Sunghoon, you had fallen asleep.
Jungwonā€™s wide shoulders were just too comfortable to resist, and with the feeling of safety and happiness in your heart, as well as sleep pushing your eyelids closed, you were quick to drift off. You didnā€™t dream of anything, though, and as soon as the car began to approach the dorms, Jungwon shook you awake gently.
ā€œHi, dolly,ā€ he said sweetly and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You kept your head on his shoulder as the car slowly wound down the road towards the dorm. The feeling of his hand rested on your own and you blinked heavily, enjoying the feeling of relaxation. Until you saw your phone in your boyfriendā€™s hand, your Instagram account pulled up on the screen.
ā€œHey, Yang Jungwon-ssi, whatā€™re you doing with my phone?ā€
He leaned forward at the same time as you did, refusing you of your device.
ā€œHe posted for you,ā€ Jay said from the seats behind you where he sat with Heeseung. ā€œReally cute. ENGENEs are loving it.ā€
You glanced up at Jungwon, suspicious, ā€œLet me see.ā€
The three boys laughed.
ā€œJungwon-oppa what did you post!ā€ you laughed nervously and Jungwon shook his head. With him distracted by your reaction, you tugged his arm closer to you so you could look at it.
The first picture was one of the ones youā€™d taken by yourself, a cute one of you holding your skirt and laughing. Still not believing that the boys had posted anything skeptical of your relationship, you continued looking through them. There was a picture of you and Sunoo (the one that Riki had pointed out earlier) and the one with Jake where you were leaning onto his chest. The one with Heeseung standing behind you, his chin propped up on your head and one of each of the pictures youā€™d taken with Riki and Jay. There was your mirror picture with Sunghoon andā€¦
One of you sleeping on Jungwon, your mouth open and a string of drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth.
ā€œYAH YANG JUNGWON!ā€ You finally tore the phone out of his hands, ā€œWhat is this?ā€ you cried.
The three of you boyfriends only laughed hysterically at your reaction. ā€œDonā€™t you look so cute?ā€ Jungwon asked.
ā€œOh my goodness, my idol image.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t even look bad, princess, you just look adorable,ā€ Sunghoon said.
You huffed out a breath of air, pouting and leaning even further onto Jungwon. ā€œYou guys are going to be the death of me.ā€
Jungwon pointed at something on the screen, ā€œAt least we made the caption cute.ā€
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Stowaway āœæ Poly Pirate!141 x Reader
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Summary: You accidentally sneak onto pirate crew 141's ship CW: Inaccurate depiction of pirates, poly!141, fem!reader, ghost and price are kinda assholes (for right now), soap is well soap, gaz is an angel sent from heaven, reader is held captive (ish), stockholm syndrome core but like in the way beauty and the beast is, no romance yet (sorry, but don't worry it won't really be a slowburn), self-edited! WC: 1.8K
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It was a mistake, honestly you should have just stayed put. You have no idea why you thought it'd be a good idea to sneak onto any ship, at all, ever.
You suppose this cruel fate is karma for your actions.
It started in the early hours of the morning, when many passenger ships were docked. You had decided to pack a small bag with your most important belongings and sneak into one of the ships cargo holds. In theory it was a good idea, you figured most of the crew we be pretty occupied tending to passengers needs, therefore your chances of getting caught and thrown into the ocean were slim. It's a shame you the ship you decided to board wasn't a passenger ship.
You should have known, it didn't look remotely like a passenger ship. There weren't any nice amenities, only one small dining room, not nearly enough beds for the amount of people that come to and from your island, and there were too many suspicious looking locked chests. There was a voice inside your head screaming for you to get off the ship but the adrenaline being pumped through your body was too high, and the yearning to escape the hell your home brought to you overruled almost all your sense of logic and reasoning. When you found the cargo hold, you didn't even think twice before making your way inside, quickly scanning your surroundings to find the best place to hide. You decide to hide behind some unmarked crates, figuring they'd be bothered the least. You squeeze your body behind the boxes, maneuvering so all of you can be hidden well.
It feels like you're there for days, realistically you know that's not true, but you're so close to leaving this island and never looking back. No matter how tempted you are to bolt, you keep yourself firmly planted behind the crates. Finally, you hear voices, it doesn't seem like there's very many people and that makes your anxiety sky rocket, but it's much too late to sneak off and try to find another ship to become a stowaway in. Pushing your knees further into your chest, you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves. For hours you hear voices and footsteps above you, but no one seems to have any suspicions. In fact it's been so calm the rocking of the ship has your eyes fluttering shut, you've been fighting sleep but nothing has transpired for so long maybe a few minutes of shut eye won't hurt. As your mind battles between alertness and staying asleep you hear something.
Footsteps. Coming down the steps, right into the cargo hold.
Your heart drops into your stomach and your breath hitches. You squeeze your body into itself in an attempt to make it smaller, one of your hands coming to clasp your mouth shut. The footsteps get louder and louder until you see a large figure standing in the archway. You go rigid as you get a better look at him. He's no average sailor, he's a fucking pirate.
"Great." You think wryly. "If he finds me then I really am dead."
He's moving around some boxes, you're not quite sure why, and for a moment you think he has no clue you're there.
Unfortunately for you, that's where you're wrong.
In the blink of an eye he grabs you from behind your crate wall, holding you by the scruff of your neck like a naughty kitten. The look in his eye is dark, and the rest of his face is covered by a mask, a skull print adorning the fabric. He says nothing, only staring at you for a moment before throwing you over his shoulder and walking back up the steps, presumably to bring you to the rest of the crew.
Oh. you're totally fucked now.
The mans footsteps attract the attention of his crew as he walks across the deck, when he stops walking, he practically throws you onto the ground, forcing you to kneel before three other men.
"Wha' a bonnie thing she isā€¦ S' what tha' noise was? Was startin' worry I was finally losin' it." A man, Scottish you think, says as he stares at you. His thumb dragging down the side of your face as a devilish smirk graces his lips.
You flinch under his touch and the Scotsman quickly removes his hand but his touch is soon replaced by another, a man much more imposing than he. Rough hands gripping your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Was wonderin' why it sounded like there was a rat down in the cargo," A dark glint flashes through his eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. "Now tell me, stowaway, wha' the hell are ya doin' on my ship."
Tears well in your eyes as you struggle against his grip, and you can feel his impatience growing as he waits for you to respond. After another moment, the final man turns to speak to you.
"Captain asked ya a question love, best answer him before he gets angry." His voice is surprisingly gentle, and when you meet his gaze, soft brown eyes stare back at you, eyes filled with pity.
The look in his eye breaks you, and fat tears begin rolling down the apples of your cheeks.
"I'mā€¦ I'm sorry!" You choke out your words between sobs, your body taut under the piercing gaze of the Captain.
A beat of silence passes before the Captain of the ship releases you from his grip, your body crumbling into itself.
"I didn't know! I didn't- I don'tā€¦ I just wanted to leave! I promise I didn't take anything a-and you can drop me off at your next stop, just please don't hurt meā€¦" Your words come out watery, your voice hoarse and snot coming out of your nose, ugly sobbing as these men surround you.
The man with the soft brown eyes crouches down next you, his gentle hand wiping tears off your cheeks.
"You poor thing, you're all outta' sorts. M' sure you didn't mean any harmā€¦" He looks towards his Captain but his head is still angled in your direction. "Go easy on her sir, poor thing is trembling."
The Captain scoffs, his arms folding over his chest as he studies you, his gaze scrutinizing, piercing through you.
"She shoulda' thought of that before sneaking onto my ship." He gives you another once over before ordering you to stand on your feet. You figure it's best to do what he says so you rise from the ground, knees almost buckling under you.
The group of men stare at you for a while, seemingly unsure of what to do with you. After a few moments, a deep voice from behind finally speaks, you turn to look at him, his skull mask making your spine tingle with terror.
"We should just throw er' off the ship, no bloody reason to keep the thing around." You wince at the way he refers to you, objectifying, dehumanizing.
"Now, now, Ghost, nae reason tae make such a hasty decision. The kitten's completely harmless! I say we keep er', it'll be so nice to have a bonnie thing on board." The man, Ghost, scoffs.
"We don' need liabilities layin' around Johnny. Sides' got no use for er'. M' sure Price is inclined to agree with me." Ghost turns his head towards Price, presumably waiting for some type of agreeance on what he said.
Before the Captain can even get a word out, he's interjected.
"M' inclined to agree with Soap- for different reasons," He pauses shooting Soap a look, but he merely shrugs back. "But I agree all the same. I mean look at er' poor thing is terrified, I doubt she came to pillage our goods Captain."
Price sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mulls over his, limited, options. Everyone, including you, waits for him with bated breath. Selfishly, you hope he'll keep you around a bit longer, at least then you'll get a chance to make an escape plan.
Finally, the Captain speaks.
"She can stay, for now. We can keep er' in the cellar until I figure out wha' the hell to do with her." His words carry a tone of finality, a fact that has Ghost scoffing.
"You're jus' pickin' sides cause' Gaz wants to keep er' around." He motions towards the man next to you, bitter venom coming out alongside his words.
Gaz rolls his eyes, blowing out with an irritated sigh.
"Price isn't picking sides, he's doing what's right. Just cause' you don't agree with it doesn't mean that-" Price puts his hand on Gaz's shoulder, interrupting his sentence. A silent way of telling him "settle down."
Gaz relaxes under the Captains touch.
"Gaz, Soap, take er' down to the cellar, we'll keep er' there for now. Ghost, come with me to my quarters." Ghost mumbles something in response, but his words are muffled by his mask, something you're sure he's grateful for at this moment.
You, Soap, and Gaz watch him for a moment as he follows Price like a kicked puppy. When they're finally out of view, Soap and Gaz turn their attention back to you.
"C'mon kitten, yer gonna ave' tae be a bit uncomfortable tonight, the Captain didnae plan for any stowaways.." He chuckles at you playfully, something you'd find much more comforting under different circumstances.
You suddenly feel a hand on your back, the skin a bit rough even through the fabric of your clothes. You whip your head to look behind to see Gaz, his soft brown eyes still filled with that same look of pity. He and Soap begin gently guiding you towards the ships cellar.
"It's alright love, The Captain can be a bit cruel but he won't hurt you. Even pirates have their limitsā€¦ Besides, I assure you we're not nearly as bad as some of the other pirates out there. We'll get you sorted out in the morning."
You have no reason to trust these men, all you've known is that pirates cause pain and destruction everywhere they go, but the only thing you can do right now is trust them. So, you nod timidly, letting them guide without resistance.
Hopefully you can escape at the next docking place.
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