#because it stopped being shoved down our throats so hard

[nightmare-chaser]

Hey my time for a hyperspecific poll

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely! Can I have wolfstar (or either of the two boys, it’s up to you) with reader who is just not having the best time, but doesn’t like being comforted/taken care of (even though she rlly needs it once in a while) because she doesn’t like the feeling of not being totally independent if that makes sense-? Like, she feels if she gets help then that means she can’t manage stuff on her own, and she wants to be able to manage stuff on her own. But at the same time she needs comfort rn yk?

I swear the way you write wolfstar has me kicking my feet every time. I fucking love your writing! Bye bye and thank you 👋

Thank you for your request lovely! I adore them <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Coming home and taking off your coat doesn’t hold the same relief as it used to lately. The weight of the day stays with you, coiled up around your ribcage like a snake that squeezes incrementally tighter every time you think of it. Still, it’s nice to come home to the smell of basil and the sound of Remus’ music playing from the kitchen. 

You set your bag down, going to find your boyfriends but spotting a plate of brownies on the table. You slow looking at it, and Sirius meets you halfway. He kisses you hello and wraps you up in a hug. 

“I’m so happy you’re home,” he murmurs conspiratorially. “Remus’ knee is hurting him, but he won’t say and he won’t get out of the kitchen. I need you to divert him.” You hum your assent, and he chuckles at your distraction, kissing beside your ear. “How was your day, beautiful?” 

“Fine,” you say. “Are those brownies?” 

“Yeah, Rem made them. The kind with the dark chocolate you like. Now, a real answer, please. How was your day?” 

“Oh, it was…it was okay.” 

Your voice sounds hesitant and melancholy even to your own ears. Sirius coos, hugging you tighter. He strokes up and down your spine, encouraging you to relax into him. “M’sorry, lovebug.” 

You shrug him off when he starts to sway you gently, shoving down on the emotion that rises in your throat. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, offering him a little smile. “It was fine.” 

Still, Sirius looks sad. “Okay,” he says. “Why don’t you go put on something more comfortable, and I’ll make sure our lovely boy is ready for you when you come back.” 

You huff a laugh. “Is that code?” 

He grins wickedly. “It is if you want it to be, gorgeous. Go on.” He turns you by the shoulders towards your bedroom, giving you a pat to your bum. “Go. Remus,” he calls towards the kitchen, “our angel just told me she really wants a cuddle from you. Sounds like you should join her on the couch.” 

It surprises you when Remus actually is waiting for you when you get back. He’s stretching his knee out, foot propped on the coffee table, but he smiles when he sees you. 

“Hi,” you say, your own lips tilting as you sit beside him. “Did you make me brownies?” 

“Well, I’d like to have at least one.” He takes your face in hand, kissing you with a grin on his lips. “But they’re mostly for you, yeah.” 

“That was sweet of you.” You take his hand in yours. The pads of your fingers rove the lines of his palm. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to,” he says simply. His gaze is warm as he watches you, so knowing you have to look away. 

“Did you leave Sirius in the kitchen?” He nods. “What’s he making?” 

“Pasta for dinner. It’s nearly done.” 

“I should help.” You start to get up, but Remus holds onto your hand. 

“He’s got it, sweetheart. I wouldn’t normally trust him in the kitchen, but even Sirius can boil water.” 

“I know, but—” You extricate your hand from his gently, making it up with a smile. “—you’ve been doing stuff in there all day. It’s my turn to help.” 

Remus calls after you. Sirius must hear, because he apprehends you as soon as you enter the kitchen, keeping you from going further. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Stop,” you laugh, pushing against his hands. “I want to help.” 

“No one has any faith in me,” Sirius complains. “Remus has already done the hard work of chopping the basil and everything. I’m perfectly capable of boiling water.” 

“That’s what I told her,” Remus defends himself from the living room. 

You look behind Sirius for something that needs doing, but the collection of prepared ingredients gives you pause. You know this recipe. It’s your favorite pasta, your comfort food. 

“Why am I cursed with beautiful, stubborn partners who won’t have a rest when they need one?” Sirius laments. Now that you’ve stopped resisting, he’s able to bully you out of the kitchen, back towards the living room. 

“My knee doesn’t hurt,” you argue. 

He levels you with a look. “No. But that’s not the only thing that could cause someone to need a rest, is it?” 

You frown at him. The snake in your ribcage gives a malicious squeeze. “I’m fine. I don’t need to be coddled.” 

Sirius’ expression softens. “Sweetheart…” 

“No one is coddling you, lovely,” says Remus. “You’re going through a lot right now, and maybe you are fine, but it’s okay if you’re not, isn’t it?” He gives you a significant look. You press your lips together. “Either way, we only want to make things easier for you.” 

“I appreciate it,” you say, voice growing softer, “but I don’t need you to. I can manage it myself.” 

“Hey, who said you couldn’t?” Sirius asks. His eyebrows are bunched together, imploring. “You are managing it, gorgeous, and you’re doing a killer job. Really, it’s impressive, but we—” 

“We can still be there for you at the same time,” Remus finishes. 

You waver. Some of the playfulness comes back to Sirius’ expression. He cocks a brow at you. 

“So,” he drawls, “if you can handle all that by your lonesome, I don’t want to hear any more complaints about me boiling water without supervision. Got it?” 

You crack a grin. He mirrors it, giving you a shove so that you fall back onto the couch. 

“Good,” he says, turning around and starting back for the kitchen. “Take a rest, you freaks. Let me handle dinner for once.” 

“There’s a reason that doesn’t happen often,” Remus murmurs, drawing you into his side. He presses a kiss, soft and warm, to the bridge of your nose. “Are you going to be okay if your favorite pasta is al dente, lovely?” 

You laugh quietly, and he smiles for hearing it. “Yeah, I think I’ll live.” 

“Good. Because I’m afraid it’s all but guaranteed.”

[shixcherie]

Damsel In Stress | Jeong Yunho & Song Mingi ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 04 : Bodyguards, Shower Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : When your bodyguards, devilishly handsome and undeniably sexy, promise you a night to remember, you take it all in stride. Whether it’s bending the rules or indulging in steamy shower sex, you’re ready to embrace the thrill, surrendering yourself completely to the experience.

Word Count : 3.9k Genre : Smut, Angst, Bodyguard Au. Pairing : Bodyguard! Yunho x F.Reader x Bodyguard! Mingi

WARNINGS : Pure smut, shower sex, double penetration, dom/sub undertones, multiple orgasms, praise, petnames ( doll and princess), playful banter and flirting, big dick agenda, mention of alchol and drug consumption.

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☆☆☆ NOTE : Day 4 is here, and this is huge just like our handsome boys, Yunho and Mingi. :P . Hope you enjoy this ma chéries. This story contains themes related to alcohol and drug use. Reader discretion is advised.

“Yunho, ahh... keep going, please don’t stop” you cried as Yunho mercilessly pounded deep into you, his thrusts turning your brain to mush. “So good, princess, taking us so well.”

Us? Did he just say “US”?

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” Mingi's deep voice purred from behind, sending a shiver down your spine. “Feels good, doesn’t it… being taken care of like this?” His words heightened the sensation of being at the mercy of your two deliciously handsome bodyguards.

As you pieced together the situation, it felt messy, thrilling, and was definitely going to be hard to explain to your daddy.

Wait… how did you end up here?

Let’s rewind a bit.

—

Your friends called you “Damsel In Distress” for being daddy’s little princess, constantly getting saved by him and your bodyguards Yunho and Mingi and being the mischievous talk of the town. Causing trouble was not something you chose to indulge in voluntarily; it was just that wherever you went, trouble followed you like a loyal dog following its master.

Coming from an opulent family didn’t help either, because people loved to pick on someone who had everything that they didn’t and couldn’t have. Taking behind your back, purposely messing up your drinks to see daddy’s little princess act crazy, and snatching your boyfriend Mingyu were a few things that you had been dealing with for the past six months. With your best friends turning their backs on you, your situation got a thousand times worse. Bullying turned into actual harassment, and this daddy’s little princess went feral.

Up until a point, you did tolerate it; you got your dead mom’s patience after all. You didn’t want anything from a woman who cheated on your S-tier, greenest of the green flag, ultra pro max gentleman daddy, but fate had a way of shoving things down your throat that you didn’t want to be associated with at all. Hence, you were a spitting image of your mom, but the good thing was you got your dad’s behavior and morals, making you the most loyal person you would ever meet.

You were more like a “Damsel In Stress” after multiple failed relationships and a damaged reputation in university. The only people you could gawk at without getting labeled as a “creep” were your handsome bodyguards, Yunho and Mingi. Tall and handsome with Greek god-ish builds, they made anything in their vicinity appear minuscule, and your 5’3” tall frame didn’t help much.

But where your height lacked, you made up for it with your attitude (short girlies for the win). The last six months were the most nightmarish months of your whole freaking life; getting addicted to substances, smoking weed, and sneaking out at late hours to attend God knows what kind of parties became your choice of escape. Your only option.

These were the only things that somehow filled the empty void, hence your daddy decided to ignore it for a while, as long as you were safely back home at dawn, and Yunho and Mingi, being the most dutiful and uptight bodyguards, made sure of it.

Tonight was different, though.

Why? Because you met this girl online, her name’s Ryujin.

You both clicked instantly, shared similar past troubles, and were freshly single, addicted to drugs. You girlies had been planning a getaway to spend a wild night out.

Ryujin found this party happening a few hours' drive from your mansion, kinda illegal with everything from dangerous drugs to premium liquor available, but promising a wild night.

You needed that.

Hence, you sneaked out again without anyone noticing, not even your bodyguards. You sneakily tranquilized their drinks, hehe, not advisable, but kinda the need of the hour.

Then how did this perfectly well-planned night take such an unexpected turn?

You were here to forget all your sorrows, so why were you lying on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, disgusting, your body so limp it felt like you took a thousand fucking punches, not remembering a single thing? The last thing you remembered was Ryujin crying on her knees beside you, fear calling your bodyguards. Yes, they were saved on speed dial just so you could escape out of situations like these without daddy noticing it.

But what happened with you? Did you drink too much? Ingest something so strong that it blacked you the fuck out?

A thousand questions swirled around your mind as darkness took over. You could feel yourself being picked up off the cold and dirty bathroom floor, Ryujin thanking Yunho as he offered to drop her back home, which she declined sweetly, mentioning she could drive back as she had bought her car and had almost sobered up. Fucking traitor! Why call them?!

Wait, Yunho?! What about your drugged drink? Did it not work on them? Who the fuck is carrying you? Is it Mingi? Not complaining at all; you had dreamt of moments like this.

But when—how did they know—why—what the actual motherfucking fuck is this mess?

Yeah, your intoxicated brain couldn’t handle any more, and you passed out.

When the tiniest consciousness slipped into your brain, you opened your eyes to gaze upon the glorious sight in front of you: fine-as-freaking-wine men driving you somewhere.

“What are you guys doing here?” you asked, even if you knew what was going to come your way. “Aren’t you both supposed to be... umm... sleeping?”

It's our job to take care of you.

“It’s our job to look out for you, doll” Mingi replied with a small smile,just the way you expected, his deep voice slightly registering in your intoxicated mind, and huh, did he just call you doll?

“Sleeping? That’s cute. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed by now, princess?” Yunho asked you, a smug look adorning his face, still not answering your question, his sexy smirk visible from the rearview mirror.

What the fuck with these nicknames?

“Guess the dosage wasn’t strong enough, huh?” Mingi chipped in, his handsome frame in the driver’s seat way too distracting for you to register whatever the fuck he said, something along the lines of dosage being strong.

Huh?! You just got caught. Is there a way out of this? Will daddy find out? Will you be punished?

“He-hehe, what dosage are you talking about?” you nervously laughed, thinking of what to say next.

“Can we not play dumb anymore, princess?” Yunho teased, giving you a look that clearly said daddy’s princess just got caught. “Sorry to disappoint you, but boys don’t take naps on the job.” That sealed the deal for you; even the freaking drug betrayed you.

Your lips formed a thin line, your mind made up that any more excuses you planned on coming up with were not going to work on them anymore. You sighed in defeat, earning a chuckle from both of them.

A piercing silence fell over the car, soon replaced by a thick tension that made you shift uncomfortably in your seat, filthy thoughts flickering through your mind like a movie reel.

Was it the sexual frustration building up over the last six months, or the effects of the intoxication? You couldn’t pinpoint it.

But every time you caught Yunho's intense gaze through the rearview mirror, a jolt ran down your spine, heat pooling low in your stomach. His smirk never faltered, his eyes shifting between you and the road, as if he knew exactly what was running through your head.

Mingi, sitting beside him, wasn’t any less subtle. His broad hand casually rested on the steering wheel, but his eyes would drift toward you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. That small smile from earlier still lingered on his lips, making your pulse quicken. You couldn't shake the way his deep voice wrapped around that nickname, “doll”. It felt too intimate, too... dangerous.

Why were your bodyguards acting up today? Was it the aftereffects of the drug, or perhaps... they did feel some kind of way towards you?

So, it wasn’t just you after all, was it? They had been battling with the same thoughts, the same desire simmering beneath the surface. You could feel it—thick in the air, undeniable. A flush creep up your neck, only heightening the tension.

“What’s wrong, princess? Feeling a little too warm?” Yunho teased, his voice laced with amusement as he noticed the way you shifted in your seat again.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, but there was no escaping the heat radiating from both of them.

They knew exactly what they were doing to you.

As Mingi turned down a quieter street, the path leading exactly where you feared, their house, your fears were confirmed. Or perhaps, it wasn’t fear at all... but excitement for what was about to come next.

Mingi pulled the car to a stop in front of their house, your pulse quickens heart racing a million miles in equal parts anticipation and fear, as Yunho opened the door for you, his hand reaching out to help you step down. His fingers brushed against your skin, seemingly innocent, but it sent a spark of electricity through your body.

No words were exchanged as they led you inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that had been building for months. You were halfway across the living room when Mingi’s deep voice broke the silence.

“You’re trembling, doll” he murmured, stepping closer. His proximity was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched. “Nervous? Or is it something else?”

Before you could respond, Yunho was behind you, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in. “You didn’t think you could drug us and just walk away, did you, princess?” His voice was low, teasing, and far too close for your mind to stay clear.

You turned to face him, heart hammering, but the words stuck in your throat as Yunho’s eyes darkened. In one swift motion, his lips claimed yours—demanding, taking what had been simmering between you for far too long. His kiss was messy, mind-numbing, filled with hunger. A hunger you hadn’t fully realized, or maybe one you’d knowingly ignored given the forbidden nature of your relationship with them.

Before you could catch your breath, Mingi was there. His hand gently tilted your chin toward him, his lips hovering over yours as he whispered, “We’re not finished with you yet.” The words sent a shiver through you. And before you could process the weight of them, his mouth was on yours—slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming, like he had all the time in the world.

You were experiencing things you had once only dreamed of, especially given the state of desperation you felt a few months ago. Even though you had deliberately ignored the hints Yunho and Mingi dropped, this moment felt like a culmination of all those unspoken desires.

A wave of validation washed over you, filling your heart with satisfaction as you realized that they shared the same hunger and lust that had been simmering within you for so long.The hunger that had been building for months had finally ignited, and there was no turning back.

As Mingi continued to kiss you, Yunho decided to take over your neck, decorating it with butterfly kisses. “You taste so sweet,princess” he murmured, nipping at your skin, urging pretty moans from you that were muffled by Mingi’s skillful lips.

“Is she always this responsive?” Mingi teased, pulling back slightly to glance at you, his eyes dark with desire. “We could get used to this.”

“Don’t let it go to your head” you shot back playfully, but your breath hitched as Yunho continued his trail of kisses.

Purple marks blossomed along your neck as Yunho explored further, nibbling on your earlobe before kissing you behind the ear. “You’re driving me wild,do you know that ?” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “We might just want to keep you like this forever.”

“Guess I found your sweet spot” Yunho smirked, oblivious to the way your body reacted as he kept kissing and nibbling that delicate area.

“Mhmm… Yunho… don’t stop” you gasped, earning a chuckle from him at the way his name rolled off your tongue. Your hands tangled in Mingi’s hair as he maintained his steamy kiss.

Mingi pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his voice low and husky. “Just imagine what else we can do to you, doll.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it” you chuckled softly, meeting his gaze. With a playful smirk, you added, “Have a feeling you two won’t disappoint me.”

Yunho caught your eye, his grin playful. “You have no idea how much we’ve been wanting this, do you?”

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you teased, “I might have had a hint… but now, I want a full demonstration.” It was true, tensions had always heightened between the three of you. But given the restrictions and the lack of loose moments like this, it had kept you from exploring each other,until now.

Mingi leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you a show you won’t forget.”

Mingi's hands found the hem of your top, pulling it up slowly. “Let me take this off for you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as the fabric slipped away, leaving your skin bare to his hungry gaze. His gaze had you wet down south, aching to be touched and devoured.

Yunho stepped closer, his fingers eagerly working on your jeans. “You look incredible, but let’s make it even better, shall we?” he teased, his breath hot against your ear as he slid your jeans down your legs, pooling at your feet.

The cold air making contact with you sent goosebumps all over your body, excitement coursing through you.A faint sound of water running caught your ears—was it the shower? A knowing look spread across your face. Ah, so that’s what these two had been planning.

Quite steamy, you thought, and utterly exciting.

The idea of the three of you under the shower, bodies pressed together, both your holes stuffed to the brim,had your arousal pooling, your core dripping with desire.

“Figured it out already, doll?” Mingi chuckled, a knowing look in his eyes as he glanced toward the bathroom where the water was running.

“Then, princess shall not wait any longer” Yunho added, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Both of them took your hands, guiding you toward the bathroom. As you stood under the shower, water cascaded down your body, the heat mixing with your own as you surrendered to the moment.

Yunho's hands cupped your breasts, his touch igniting a fire within you. He played with your now-hard nipples as your head rested back on his shoulder, eyes closed, a disheveled mess with your lips caught between your teeth.

Mingi knelt before you, his gaze intense as he admired how the water glistened on your skin. “You’re absolutely breathtaking” he said, his fingers teasingly grazing your inner thighs before moving higher.

Your breath hitched as Mingi's fingers finally found your dripping core, sliding through your folds that left you gasping. “How does that feel, princess?” he asked, looking up at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Unbelievably good” you breathed, leaning back against Yunho, who continued to play with your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples, making them harden under his touch.

Mingi’s fingers skillfully explored your slick heat, swirling and teasing, collecting soft moans from your lips. “Cum for us, doll. Just enjoy this moment with us” he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction as he picked up the pace, each back-and-forth movement driving you wild.

Yunho's hands moved from your breasts to your waist, steadying you as Mingi's fingers worked their magic. The tension within you built, a delicious pressure threatening to consume you.

Yunho’s breath was hot against your ear as he kissed the delicate spot, quickening your heart and serving as the final blow that made everything come undone.

With a soft gasp, you surrendered to the waves of pleasure, losing yourself completely in the moment as you released onto Mingi’s fingers.

Your head slumped against Yunho’s shoulder as he held you, and you watched Mingi lick your juices off his chubby fingers before shoving them into Yunho's mouth. The sight in front of you sent butterflies racing in your stomach; watching them taste your slick made your core throb with a desperate need for attention.

Without wasting any more time, Yunho twisted your body toward him, his lips glistening with remnants of your juices as hot water cascaded down his face. His hands pulled you closer, signaling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist, a sense of urgency consuming you. In one swift motion, he thrust his hard, aching length into you, filling you completely.

“God, you feel incredible, baby” Yunho groaned, his eyes dark with lust as he relished the sensation of you around him, your walls hugging him providing a warm yet tempting sensation. He was hungry, yet he held back, waiting for Mingi to join.

Taking the cue, Mingi closed the distance, positioning himself behind you. “You ready for more, doll?” he asked, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded eagerly, excitement pooling in your stomach.

With a firm grip on your hips, Mingi pressed himself against you, slowly pushing his cock inside your ass. “You’re so tight” he grunted, a mix of pleasure and disbelief in his voice as he slid deeper. “You’re going to feel amazing filled up by both of us.”

The sensation was overwhelming; the hot water, both your holes occupied, and the intoxicating feeling of being completely claimed by both men. You let out a breathy moan, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as you adjusted to the sensation.

“I’ve never felt anything like this. Boys, please move.” you gasped but responded to them, your body trembling with delight.

Yunho tightened his grip on you, his thrusts steady and deep, matching Mingi's rhythm as he began to move behind you. “Just relax and let us take care of you” Yunho whispered against your ear, his breath hot and inviting. “You’re going to love this.”

“We’ve got you, princess” Mingi encouraged, his hands finding your waist, guiding your movements as they both took you to new heights of pleasure. “Close your eyes and let loose.”

You obeyed as their pace quickened, drawing a chorus of moans from your lips, leaving you breathless. The overwhelming sensation, mixed with the heat of the water, only heightened your arousal. The boys were just as breathless, groaning with each hard thrust. Mingi's lips parted in a string of "oh my gods" as he pushed deeper inside you. You could feel him on the edge, just like your own release was building to its peak.

Suddenly, Yunho slowed his thrusts, savoring the moment as he realized both you and Mingi were hovering on the edge. “What’s the rush, baby?” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “We want to feel every single second .”

Mingi chuckled, pressing his chest against your back, his hands gripping your hips firmly. “Let’s take our time” he whispered hotly against your ear. “We want to enjoy you completely.”

The change in pace drove you wild, and you squirmed between them, desperate for more. “Please… don’t stop” you gasped, the need overwhelming you.

“Such a needy little thing” Yunho murmured with a wicked grin. “Just the way we like it.” With that, he picked up the pace again, thrusting into you harder, while Mingi added more pressure from behind, teasing and heightening the electric pleasure surging through you.

The urgency in your core built up rapidly. “I’m so close” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as everything else faded away, only the two of them and the pleasure they gave you remained.

“I can’t hold on much longer, gonna cum.” you gasped, your body trembling between them. An urged need to release and break apart washed over you pushing you more and more and over the edge.

Yunho and Mingi exchanged knowing glances, their thrusts becoming more conssitent and delicious. “Cum for us, doll.” Mingi urged, his sultry voice in your ear. “We’re right there with you.”

With a final deep thrust from Yunho and Mingi's teasing dicks, pleasure crashed over you like a huge wave. A loud moan escaped your lips as your release hit, sending shock waves through your entire body. “Holy fuck”

Feeling you clench around him, Yunho groaned, his grip tightening. Mingi pressed against you from behind, both men overwhelmed by your powerful release had their cocks twitching for a release.

“Damn, you feel incredible” Yunho breathed, thrusting erratically. “We’re right behind you, princess.”

With one last powerful thrust, Yunho filled you, followed by Mingi, their warmth mingling as waves of pleasure crashed over you once more.

As they pulled out, you leaned back against Yunho, feeling blissfully satisfied. “Best shower ever” you murmured, wrapped in the warmth of their embrace

Truly that was the best shower and the best sex ever.

Yunho and Mingi stepped out of the shower, with Yunho carrying you. They took care of you, drying your hair and helping you get dressed before cleaning themselves up. Being taken care of like this was something you hadn’t experienced in a while, and it felt nice, you heart did a happy dance as you smiled at them, soaking their warm energy in.

Once dressed, you and Yunho settled on the living room couch, flipping through random channels on TV. Mingi soon joined, bringing refreshments, and settled on your left. The three of you cuddled on the couch, with you sandwiched between their warm, muscular bodies.

“What about my dad...?” you trailed off, the thought of explaining this to him crossing your mind as he was set to return from his business trip.

“Let’s worry about that later, yeah princess?” Yunho suggested, stealing a quick peck from your lips.

“Let’s just enjoy being together now, doll” Mingi added, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

Yeah that for the future you to worry. We’ll take care of daddy, lets enjoy the present for now.

For Now, Damsel no longer in stress.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[robolvrr]

iron throne. ✧✷✯

starscream x gn! human reader

two souls collide. starscream treats you in ways you should hate.

warnings: explicit. degradation. dom/sub dynamics.

you don't know how you keep ending up in this position.

this uncomfortable, delicious and desperate position. you are a speck in the universe. a nudge and ghostly apparition to beings that walk among your kind and loom over the world like gods.

you aren't anything to him. he claims that plenty.

so again - just why are you here?

"please, please-", a nasty gurgle of spit mixed to a whine, the pleas end when polished digits pinch your tongue. instead, you squeak, trying not to move as the confines of flexibility start to burn.

the other large, slender hand, metal and enclosed like an iron fist, grips the hair at your scalp. it exposes your throat in a disgusting way that makes every gulp visible.

it should not make your stomach flip, nor should the sneer proud on his handsome face.

"please what? please go faster? harder? stop altogether? i grow tired of your kind. as if any of your demands hold importance."

every word is a punch. a blow, internal, as he shoves the apparatus between his legs crudely into you. he has the option to lubricate, though chooses not to.

because he knows you're filthy. he knows your flesh, velvet holes do that all on their own and that you are always needy, even if it means some sting with the stretch.

still pinching the pink of your lolling tongue, he thinks he hears a muffled admittance of hatred. of course, that just means he goes a little deeper.

you shudder. he spits on you. it shouldn't feel good.

"you know, when my master takes over this shoddy rock. and our flags fly high in the skies - i will take you. you'll be mine. on my throne. in my lap, every morn, every evening. i used to wonder just what humanity could provide."

he's being awful. you know he's steadied his vocalizer, not giving the grunts, ragged huffs and downright out of character whines because you messed up earlier. you are missing out on how he begs when you really rile him up.

the moment he lets both of his servos grapple your body, you practically sob.

"s-starscream! please, please, i wanna. please tell me i'm still yours. i promise to not misbehave!"

he watches you like a hawk. your predatory bird. your shining demon in chrome and crimson.

does his spark stutter? surely not. instead, he smacks your behind hard that the bruise blooms swiftly. a yowl forces sniveling shrieks to sputter.

in a way, this is therapeutic for him. he despises organics, even though he likes to see the flighty beings cascade and dip in sunsets, sit in the silence of caverns where his pedes don't sink and get dirt on his plating.

lazily, starscream regards the dulcet mewl of his designation. of course. always clawing for attention.

like looking in a mirror.

so, he indulged. his spike finds a spot you've never played with and you keen, beautiful pearls of tears smearing down your cheeks.

intrigued, he uses his handle on your hips to use your entire weight to slam down on him, leaving you breathless and drooling.

disgusting. disgusting, disgusting, oh he should kill you now. squeeze you until you pop.

you'd beg for it too. degenerate.

"say it."

thoughts jump around, fumbling for the right response. it's impossible. he's glaring, hot and brutal. he won't let your nasty hands grab at his chassis. his wings are marvelous.

he tastes your sweat.

"lord. lord starscream. i.. i am yours, my liege."

"h... again."

"i'myours! all.. guh, ah, ahhnnn, yours! my liege! i'm gonna.. so close—"

he doesn't stop. he goes rougher and you know you'll be dizzy, passed out by the time he releases.

it won't be any time soon. not with how he bares his teeth, ready to tear you apart.

robolvrr 2024.

winkwonk. very hornee thoughts on the dash.

[misahyochaeng]

“Backstage Passes”

(G!p Mina x Fem!Reader🔞)

tw's// Dom!Mina, Sub!Reader, Backstage fucking, Blowjobs, Gagging, Breathplay, Biting, Spit, Lots of spit...(i have a problem), Describing body parts, "Stress relief", Cocky!Mina, breeding, Facials (not the spa kind)//

a/n: not proofread!! direct repost from my wattpad.

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—“Fuck!”

Mina bursted through the staff door in anger, ripping her mic off and throwing it on the coffee table in the middle of the room before crashing down in anger next to you, her hands rubbing her temples as she clenched her jaw.

—"'Minari, what's wrong, baby?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in worry as you rubbed her back, tried to console her frustrated behavior.

She put her head back in frustration,

—"I can't believe it! After everything went well in our rehearsal, this shitty venue staff forgot to turn up my mic!"

She bounced her leg in annoyance.

—"After everything went so good, i can't believe they fu—"

You pressed her lips against her's to shut her up and she was quick to melt into the kiss, wrapping her slender arms around your waist in a warm embrace, caressing the skin around it.

—"I'm sorry, i'm just so upset, Baby.."

She pouted before kissing the corner of your lips.

You shifted yourself onto her lap, straddling it as you caressed her soft cheeks.

—"It's okay honey, im sure you're stressed,"

Mina hummed as you planted kisses all over her lips, you accidentally —slightly on purpose—perked up on her lap, rubbing yourself against her member ever so slightly.

—"Is there a way i can make it up to you, my love?"

You muttered in a husky voice inbetween kisses; every kiss trailing further and further from her face, going towards her neck.

Mina's breath hitched, until a husky moan slipped out and you something rigid pressing against you.

You spoke up in a whisper,

—"Cause I.. I know a way I could help."

Mina's eyes light up with a wicked grin as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer into a tight hug, letting out small grunts at every kiss.

—"Oh yeah? And what's that, baby? Because right now, I'm feeling pretty worked up and I need someone to take it out on."

she growls against you before pulling away and standing up, dragging you along by the hand.

—"Baby?"

you say in confusion as she hovers over you, Mina pushes you down on your knees, her cock bulging through her rather femenine clothes, you stare up at her, knowing you just wanted to please her and let her take out all this stress.

Mina quickly undoes her pants with one hand, freeing her already hard cock. She grabs your hair and pulls your face closer.

—"Open wide, Y/n. I need to use your mouth to calm down."

You nod rather eagerly, Mina always found it cute how well you took her length, especially it being larger than normal.

You grab the base, licking her tip as you stared deeply into her eyes, oozes of precum staining your lips, you constantly kissed and licked the girls cock-tip, teasing and working her up, wanting her pleased.

Mina lets out a groan as you lick and kiss her tip, her hand tightening in your hair.

—"Fuck, Y/n, you're so good at this,"

she says, her voice dripping with praise and desire.

—"Suck it, baby. Suck my dick and calm me down."

You spit on it, sticking your tongue out and running your tongue up and down from the tip to down the base, though you wanted to make her feel good; you wanted to have your own fun too, so you were pushing her buttons a bit.

Mina's grip on your hair tightens, a low growl escaping her throat.

—"Stop teasing, baby. I said suck, not play around,"

she hisses, shoving her hips forward and burying the first couple inches in your mouth.

You gagged at the sudden thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of ur head as your eyes teared up, letting out a choked out noise as you locked eyes with her, your knees probably bruising from how hard she was pushing down on you.

Mina smirks, clearly enjoying the sight of you gagging on her cock.

—"That's it, take it deep Y/n. I know you can handle it,"

she praises, slowly pulling out only to thrust back in, setting a steady pace as she fucks your mouth.

You gag on and on, every thrust hitting the back of your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks as you try and gasp for air with every thrust goin out.

You look up at her desperately, drool covering Mina's cock fully as it dribbles down your chin to your white shirt.

Mina's thrusts become more erratic, her breathing growing heavy as she chases her release.

—"Fuck, I'm close Y/n. Don't you dare pull away,

You pull out her cock from your mouth with a pop, spiting on it again, you grab it from the bottom base as you slap it over and over on your tongue, her girthy member, roughly 8 inches, pulsed and twitch at every touch, the look on Mina's face could make you cum then and their, you wanted to see her desperate, rough, show no mercy on you.

Mina's face contorts in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

—"You're playing with fire, Y/n,"

she growls, grabbing you by the jaw and tilting your head back.

—"Open your mouth and show me your tongue."

You do as she pleases, breathing heavy as you valued the air you had, your mascara was runny as you looked up at her with beady eyes, your pinky-toned lipstick staining your chin and corners of your mouth as you stared, anticipating for what she was about to do.

Mina smirks wickedly, rubbing the swollen head of her cock against your exposed tongue.

—"Stick out your tongue more, slut. I'm going to use it like the cock sleeve it is,"

she commands, slowly sliding her thick shaft over your taste buds and pressing down on your tongue.

You gagged endlessly on the member, your jaw felt sore, but you'd do anything to please her, you knew she was close to cum so you added your hand into the mixture, jerking her off in a circle motion as you bobbed your head up and down on her dick, sticking your tongue out right when she was about to cum, though you knew she wasn't exactly good at aiming..

With a low groan, Mina threw her head back, her body tensing as she reached her release. She let out a loud groan as she shot her load all over your face, her body shuddering as she continued to pulsate.

—"Y/n, oh god Y/n, I'm sorry,"

Your breath hitched, breathing heavy though you weren't the one getting fucked, you smirked at her endless apologies before standing up, face still absolutely glazed with her cum.

—"Don't apologize, baby, we're just getting started."

You flirted back as you stepped closer, cupping her cock with your hand

—"I know you're still hard for me, baby, i need you."

you begged.

Her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath, Mina chuckled at your words,

—"Is that so?"

Mina smirked, gently brushing some of her release off your face.

—"Then what do you want from me, love?"

—"You know what i want, stop being so cocky."

you bit back, though you were getting vulnerable by the second, wanting her to absolutely ruin you, make you her dumb bitch. You wanted Mina's fat cock pounding into you so badly, your pussy was wet and aching for her.

Mina's smirk only grew wider at your words, her ego loving the challenge.

—"Cocky, huh? Well, let me show you just how cocky I can be,"

She pushed you down on the couch, pulling down your skirt and ripping off your panties, grabbing both your arms by your wrist with one of her hands, using her unoccupied one to tease your pussy slit with the tip of her cock, the area still oozing with mixtures pre-cum and cum.

Your breath hitched, backing you impatiently buck your hips towards her in despair,

—"Baby, please... I need it, im so fucking wet."

your slick dripped down your inner thighs as you sat there on your knees restrained for her.

Mina's grin turned predatory as she watched you beg and writhe beneath her touch. "Patience, love. I want to hear you beg a little more," she teased, slowly pushing just the tip inside, stretching your hole wide open.

You begged like your life depended on it, every little thrust she made had your pussy clenching for more, your threw your head down as you sobbed, arms sore from the force and restraint as your poor pussy was aching for some hard dick, Mina's dick.

Mina relished in your desperation, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

—"You look so beautiful like this, Y/n. So needy, so desperate. Tell me, who does this hole belong to?"

She slowly pushed in a little more, pulling back out before you could fully adjust.

—"Yours, Mina, this pussy is yours.."

Your voice shook, shaky grunts leaving your lips with the feeling of her cock entering your soaked pussy.

—"Please, Mina, i can't take this anymore, im yours, my pussy is yours. Please just fuck me already."

The teasing seemed like it went on for hours on end, your legs shook as your pussy sucked up her cock little by little.

Mina's eyes darkened with lust at your complete submission.

—"That's right, this pussy belongs to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it, bitch."

With that, she slammed her hips forward, burying herself to the hilt inside you in one brutal thrust.

You let out a loud scream that was quickly muffled by Mina's hand on your mouth, she grabbed a pillow from the couch for you to bite on as she slapped your ass endlessly, your pussy completely absorbing her cock with every push in.

Mina's breathing grew heavy as she increased her pace, her hips bucking forward with powerful thrusts. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by your muffled moans.

—"Take it all, Y/n. Show me what a good girl you can be."

The pleasure felt so good you began to sob out, your wet pussy clenching all over her cock, you wanted her to breed you, cum inside you, leave your pussy all pink and filled with her load, your hands tightened on the pillow cushions, Mina noticed and held your hand, a little moment of comfort even when she was practically rearranging your guts right now.

Mina's expression softened briefly as she entwined your fingers, her voice gentling.

—"That's it, love. You're doing so well."

Her voice grew darker once more as she sped up, her hips a blur as she pounded into you without mercy.

Your cunt clenched around Mina's dick, signaling you were close to cum as your moans rose an octave and the grip on her hands became tighter, your pussy clenched and clenched hard onto her cock, begging for it to be milked, begging for the girl to breed you and cum inside you, drop her warm and fat load inside your pussy, get you all full with her sperm.

Mina groaned as she felt your pussy tightening around her, your desperate moans spurring her on. She leaned down to growl in your ear.

—"Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on my cock like the desperate little slut you are."

—"Breed me, baby, please! Cum inside me!"

You bit off the pillow, voice hoarse as you pushed yourself back agaisnt her cock, her hands leaning down to rub your clit for even more stimulation.

Mina's fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles as she hammered into your pussy. Her hips stuttered, signaling her approaching orgasm.

—"Fuck, I'm going to fill this pussy up. You want my cum so badly, don't you?"

With a final, deep thrust, Mina buried herself inside you as her orgasm hit. She cried out in ecstasy, her cock pulsing as she pumped you full of her hot, thick cum.

—"Fuck yes, take it all! I'm going to fill this pussy up so good!"

She helped you ride her high, cum oozing out of your cunt as you finally came undone for her.

Your knees gave out as you collapsed on the couch, your body exhausted, you looked at her lovingly, just admiring how pretty she looked, knowing you got rid of her little problems.

Mina grinned lazily at you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she nuzzled into your neck.

—"You took that so well, love.

She purred, her fingers trailing down to your belly, where her seed was warm inside you."

—"I love you"

you replied lazily as you gave her a small peck, hands going up to run through her hair

Mina's face lit up with a soft smile, her eyes fluttering closed as she nuzzled into your touch.

—"I love you too."

She murmured contentedly, her body relaxing as she draped herself over you like a satisfied cat.

—"We should clean up soon, but for now... maybe five more minutes just like this.."

What a stress reliever.

[facefullofsadness]

can u write bbangsaz x fem reader bsdm non-con with like mommy kink? thank uu

-💋

these newjeans ones always be so kinky bro like not my babies! 😭

content - idol!bbangsaz x 6th member!reader (idol!au), not a lot of build-up or exposition/story, smut (threesome, non-con, blackmail, shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, bdsm themes, mommy kink, degradation, corruption kink, anal fingering)

wc - 2173

a/n - why is it so hard to find bbangsaz pics lmao, anyway I've been obsessed w this for days, minji and hanni are so fucking fine in this (unrelated to fic content but I needed to share :D)

hanni and minji were really good at acting like they liked you.

you were the last addition to newjeans after them already being 5 for a few months was decided. those two were deadset on them being complete at five members, but when ador told the girls that you would be added as a last minute addition, the two oldest girls were livid. dani, haerin, and hyein didn't mind, if anything they were excited to have another unnie. but bbangsaz felt threatened by your presence.

hanni was already the best vocalist and minji was a good contender for center, but both of those titles were swooped from their hands when you joined. not only had they assigned you as main vocalist, but also center. you were ruining everything the two oldest members had built in the amount of time they were five, and they had to stop you from getting too much power.

you three had left and went home after practice ended, the three younger members staying to get some extra practice in. you headed straight towards the shower and ran the warm water, getting in and letting it cascade down your bare body, relaxing under the warmth. suddenly, you hear the shower curtain slide open, feeling a strong grip around your wrists pinning you to the wall. your eyes shoot open to see a half naked minji towering over you, a half naked hanni outside the shower, holding up the camera you guys used for vlogs, arms crossed and a mischievous grin on her face.

"wh-what the fuck are you doing?!" you ask confused, raising your voice and trying to break free of minji's grip.

"putting you in your place princess! because that's what you are right, ador's princess?" hanni taunts behind the girl in front of you.

"what are you talking about?!" you continue to try and break free, turning red as you realize that you're literally wet and exposed to the two girls.

"stop being such a brat and quit fucking squirming my god, it's annoying," minji growls, digging her nails into your wrists, making you wince in pain.

"you took everything we worked so hard to get, I think it's only fair you give us something in return," hanni's voice echoes through the bathroom.

you panic and your heart beat starts to quicken with anxiety, "please! don't do this! stop, let me go!"

"shut the fuck up and just be the whore we know you are y/n. let us do what we want or else we'll make sure that video ruins your life," minji says lowly into your ear, her tone and breath making you shiver with fear.

"you heard her y/n-ie, just be our little slut and you'll be justtt fineeee," hanni says in a mocking tone, setting up the camera on the bathroom counter, entering the shower with you and minji.

your eyes start to water with tears as minji holds your hands behind your back and sucks at your neck, hanni's hands groping your tits and rubbing her thumbs roughly against your nipples.

"please stop!" you cry, sobs slowly starting to leave your throat.

hanni shuts you up by forcefully making out with you, shoving her tongue down your throat and whimpering in your mouth. you squirm in minji's hold and try to move away from the two girls forcing you into submission, but much to no avail as their touches and mouths just become more and more greedy with every kick of your legs and flail of your body. the tears that fall from your eyes join with the warm water hitting your cheeks as hanni pinches your nipples, making you scream on her tongue.

she pulls away and you sob hard, "please! let me go! what do you want, I'll do it!"

the two girls start to laugh on both sides of you, minji's laugh on your skin creating vibrations. she sighs, "you stupid little girl, can't you see we're already doing what we want and you're helping us. if you want to help even more, stop fucking resisting."

you close your eyes and hang your head in defeat, letting the tears escape and sobs leave your mouth. hanni continues to laugh in front of you, minji leaving hickeys wherever she wanted. you watch through clouded vision as the girl in front of you gets on her knees, parting your thighs and bringing her face close to your center.

"please..." you weakly sob out desperately once more, but it leaves in a whisper left ignored.

you feel a tongue flicking at your clit making you scream out and cry harder. joining hanni's tongue were minji's fingers, sliding between your entrance and teasing your hole.

she chuckles into your ear, "are you fucking wet?"

you shake your head, denying the accusation of the question. in truth, your body was betraying you, it was so sensitive to the girls' touches and advances so of course, the pleasure started building.

"no? why are you lying to me? you're obviously enjoying this if I could just slide right in..." minji slips two long fingers into your tight cunt.

hanni's mouth sucked so perfectly at your clit, tongue flicking against it inside of her mouth, minji's fingers found the delicious spot inside of you quick, curling her digits repeatedly against it at a pleasurable pace. you absolutely hated how good the girls felt fucking you as you sobbed with your head thrown back over minji's shoulder, biting your lip to suppress moans.

your body continued to betray you, feeling your hips grind down onto hanni's sloppy tongue and fucking yourself back against minji's skilled fingers.

the girl behind you whispers into your ear, "you like this don't you? your pussy just begging to get fingered and eaten out by us. bet you've been fucking yourself to the thought of this like the little horny bitch I know you are."

moans slip from your mouth and continue to fall out at her words, the feeling of her fingers now ramming into you and hanni's tongue spelling her name on your clit being so overwhelming. you feel the mouth on your pussy smile at your loss of control over your noises.

you begin panting and your moans get louder the closer to the edge they bring you. "wanna cum you little whore? want us to fuck you till you're begging for more?"

your eyes barely make out minji looking down at you. you don't respond, instead chasing for the release they built up inside of you. but of course, they take it away just as quickly, feeling the fingers deep inside slip out and the tongue swirling your throbbing clit slurp for the last time. you whine and whimper at the loss of contact and your thighs tremble, hanni holding your hips so you don't stumble and fall over.

you hear the sound of the water being turned off before they drag your drenched body into your room, manhandling you onto all fours. you're so dazed and confused, you barely process the lacey material tying your wrists together behind your back. your body jolts and you moan out as you feel a tongue thrust deep into your pussy, head collapsing against your mattress. someone pulls your head up by your hair and you open your eyes to see hanni sprawled out in front of you, legs wide open with her bare cunt.

"go on then, stop crying and put your tongue to good use," she says before forcing your face into her pussy, muffling your moans as minji eats you out from behind.

you go to work between her folds, sliding your tongue over her clit and burying your face between her legs, whining into her core as you feel the same movements being done between your own thighs. hanni moans melodically into the air at your tongue on her, giggling here and there at the reality of the situation, watching you intently eat her out like you wanted every bit of her cum down your throat.

she taunted above you, "thirsty there? and here I thought you didn't want this, turns out you just wanted to please us huh?"

you open your blurry eyes to look up at her, a sinister smirk on her lips, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. she caresses your cheek as another tear fell down your face, your crying never having stopped, petting your head with her other hand.

"keep going y/n-ie, turns out singing isn't the only thing that mouth is good for."

she suddenly pushes your head down into her, forcing your face further into her heat, making you insert your tongue into her hole and suffocate with your nose against her clit. her moans rile you on and you flick your tongue against her walls, whimpering into her pussy while minji continues to pleasure you from behind. you feel her thumb rub against your clit with her tongue mimicking the same movements inside your cunt, slurping noises and moans filling your ears as you fuck yourself back against her mouth.

hanni ruts her hips against you, her breathing picking up and head thrown back with her mouth wide open and eyes closed. you quicken your pace of your tongue, licking against her g-spot and humming into her pussy, rubbing your nose against her clit. her grip on your hair tightens and she thrusts herself into your mouth one last time, cumming down your throat as her thighs tremble around your head. you hear her heavy pants as you slow your movements, hands caressing your head and face.

you're so close to cumming too with minji behind you, but she suddenly pulls away, making you scream in protest. hanni's gentleness disappears right away, pulling you up making you face her, your back against minji's chest.

"what? you thought you were just gonna get off so easily? there are things you have to work hard for, you know that surely."

you sob uncontrollably looking up at her weakly as you beg, "pl-please! I'm sorry! fuck, just let me cum! I've done everything you wanted! I know I've been such a bad girl, but mommy, I deserve it! please just let me cum! please please! I can't take it anymore, just fuck me..."

you ramble with tears flowing down your face. hanni's eyes are wide with amusement and minji chuckles behind you, the two of them exchanging a look. they've ruined you, bad.

hanni pushes you back roughly against minji's chest, using her front to pin you against her.

"oh y/n, you really are just our little plaything now, aren't you? I hope you know what you're so desperately begging for."

you feel her fingers slip into your pussy and pump fast, screaming out at the sudden pace. your eyes shoot open as you feel fingertips circle your asshole, collecting cum and saliva around the area before pushing in, making you let out a deafening cry. both of the paces of their fingers in you are merciless, pumping in and out of you like they're taking turns. hanni's fingers would push in when minji's fingers would come out, pushing in with a harsh thrust when the other's fingers would come out.

minji's teeth sank into your skin, leaving indent marks all over your body, hanni leaving hickeys anywhere your skin wasn't red.

"fuckkkk!!! oh my god, yes give it to me!!!" you're so fucked out, tears a constant stream down your face, eyes rolled back, drool seeping out of your mouth hanging wide open, head thrown back.

they never let up with the speed of their digits. the squelching lewd noises coming from the sheer cum leaking out of your aching hole is so loud, adding on to the girls' heavy breathing and your blood curdling cries. the pleasure burns, your holes taking so much forceful pumping, but it hurts so fucking good. your back arches, pushing your tits against hanni, to which she pinches your nipples with her free hand, adding onto the blinding delight coursing throughout your numb body.

you feel your stomach churn at the feeling of your orgasm coming in fast.

"please don't stop, I'm gonna fucking-!" you never finish your whiney sentence, cumming with a scream.

your pussy squirts juices all over everything, hanni's arm and thighs are covered, your sheets are soaked, minji's knees bathe in the drenched material of your blankets. you swear you blackout, body jerking with every aftershock of pleasure that rolls over you. you let your body fall, collapsing against hanni, her pulling away and letting you flop onto the bed.

you feel minji's fingers withdraw from you, hearing the digits slip out with a pop from your asshole. you feel them both get up from your bed, leaving your limp and lifeless body to recover by itself, not even bothering to untie you.

as your vision and consciousness fades, you hear the faint voice of one of them say, "that better teach you to stay in your place."

[jp---v]

I don't need to, but I'll explain my Bakugou hate because I want to.

Long post. Beware

When I started reading the series I was the same age as the characters. Looking at my interests you can probably guess that I was bullied, but instead of getting all sad, I got angry at the people treating me poorly.

So as soon as Bakugou was introduced, I didn't like him. Seeing someone my age verbally threaten and physically attacking people without being punished just really put me in a bad mood whenever he showed up.

Then certain parts of the fandom got incredibly toxic, and suddenly the author is pandering to the worst of them

But the problem keeps getting worse. The entire world warps to kiss his ass. He got everything he wanted at every turn. He deserved nothing and got everything.

Immediately established as a long-term bully. His bullying is then retroactively justified by the world itself saying that Midoriya is worth less than Bakugou as a person.

Why did Aizawa, who was famous for expelling students, not so much as give Bakugou detention for trying to attack Midoriya on the first day of school?

Why didn't All Might punish him for using that gauntlet in the Battle Trials?

Despite all of his actions so far, just since being accepted into UA, the other students still want to be friends with him. They actively choose to spend time near him.

Why is it never mentioned how him(and Kirishima) attacking Kurogiri and getting in Thirteen's way is a large part of why the USJ played out how it did?

His speech at the Sports Festival

Everyone wanting to be on his team, but he doesn't know any of their names or quirks.

Trying to make an unconscious Todoroki fight back in the finals

Aizawa constantly excusing all of his behavior, circling back to my point about the world itself justifying Bakugou's shitty behavior

Attacking Midoriya in the Final Exam.

How did Sero fail his exam by being carried out but Bakugou passed?

At the Training Camp, he actively tried to go fight the villains that have openly stated were trying to capture him. Making himself an easy target and hindering the people trying to protect him

During the Rescue Operation he somehow managed to hold his own against the majority of the League of Villains on his own? Really?

He forced Midoriya to break curfew and just starts attacking him until Midoriya fights back. It's caught on camera and Midoriya somehow gets in the same amount of trouble?

And for some reason he gets let in on the secret of One for All after being such a monumental asshole since forever, despite the fact that even Inko doesn't know? Or literally anyone who would be, like, supportive of Midoriya?

He failed the Provisional License Exam, but don't worry there's a special make-up class just for the people that made it into the second half. Everyone who failed in the first half will have to wait for the next exam.

Oh wow, flawless victory in the Joint Training Arc by displaying teamwork out of thin fucking air that was really just him barking orders at the others.

For a while we just get his usual brand of egotistical asshole-ery and now being needlessly shoved into places where Midoriya's actual friends should be. Or even any of the other side characters. Horikoshi, give them some screen time

But then the war arc and the vigilante Deku arc all just get down on their knees to suck his dick so hard that his quirk evolves and his heart explodes. And I finally get a glimmer of hope for the series to finally stop shoving him down our throats, but no.

Edgeshot decides that this one kid is so important that he will sacrifice his own life to save Bakugou specifically and no one else is on his level of importance.

Going back a step; That apology was pure fucking lip service. Not a single goddamn thing changed in the way he acted afterward. He had a couple of "soft" moments when he wasn't actively screaming and cursing, but that's it.

And Horikoshi keeps fucking doing it.

Somehow each and every thing has to include Bakugou or be about how it's effecting Bakugou or has to mention Bakugou.

The majority of the (much more interesting) cast has been completely forgotten, and Midoriya's characterization got taken out back, given three rounds to the head, skinned, washed in bleach, and hung out to dry, but Oh Wow! BAKUGOU'S HERE!

I said it before and I'll say it again, I'd throw a brick at him.

These are only the broadest strokes of what happened too. If I reread the entire series I could write a massive in-depth character analysis, but that's too much even for me.

[enchantedlov3r]

In an angry bimbo girl voice:

The AUDACITY of Miguel fucking our totally smart brain out to prove he's right when he's totally in the wrong! No we are not picking an argument with Miguel so he can shove his giant juicy meaty cock and force us to take it like a good slut we are! Totally not the reason!

stop your so funny! i am SO NOT writing this for the sake of my horniness and want Miguel to fill every hole, i'm totally not doing that whattt....

Can be found in master list as: silly arguments

you and miguel always got over it. the arguments. but sometimes there were grudges held and other times it was aired out through sex.

you liked when it was aired out through sex personally, you were such a whore that way, as Miguel liked to put it.

that's why currently you were getting pounded into tomorrow. you and miguel were arguing over what it truly meant to be devoted to something or someone.

miguel obviously being the jerk that he is, thought that he was right by making an argument that being devoted to someone isn't to serious and that he never understood why women complained so much about devotion.

you on the other hand, was not going to stand for it. "Miguel that makes no sense!" you argued as you put on your pretty glittery lipgloss.

"women complain because men always act like fucking animals when it comes to women. women have more emotions than men do... clearly and we want relationships." you argue as you turn in your fluffy hot pink chair to face him.

"sometimes- not even, all the time girls want nothing but a relationship, not just a quick fuck Miguel." you say to him.

he rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to speak out lies (the truth) about you, "yea but you like a good fuck don't you you little slut. all you ever want is for me to come over here, and fuck you into oblivion." he says.

he smirks as he runs his warm hand up your leg. he wraps his arms around you and that's how you ended up here.

"ojh fuck! s-shit daddy! yes miggy r-right there, right there!" you say as his big, thick girthy cock brushes your walls in all the right places.

he's so good you can feel him in your cervix. it feels sop euphoric for the both of you.

Miguel feels all the anger inside him for you not listening to him and his side of the arguments. he's tried of seeing your pretty glossed lips so wrapped up in an argument when he wants to see those pretty lips wrapped around his big fat cock.

"yea that's it, good girl, taking my cock so well like the good little slut you are, take it mi amor, take it nice and good." miguel groans into your ear while he wraps his hand aorun d your throat.

he fucks you harder than before, abusing your tight little cunt to it's limit.

you've already had way too many orgasms tonight and you didn't think you had any left in you but you feel that coil in your tummy tightening.

"oooo, I feel you about to cum baby, you wanna cum so badly don't you?" he teases.

"please daddy! please miguel! I wanna cum badly, p-please!" you beg crying out as tears stream down your face ruining your mascara.

he chuckles darkly in your ear and his grip on your throat tightens slightly.

"Ok my love, cum for me, nice and hard. cum around my cock." he whispers.

you moan out his name so loudly you swear the entire universe knows his name by now. you cum hard around his cock you swear your seeing fucking stars.

"that's a good girl. gonna cum inside this pussy, hmm? ¿Quieres eso, pequeña zorra?" he asks. (do you want that, you little slut?)

you shake your head yes and he smiles before his thrusts get all sloppy and he cums straight into your stomach.

he groans in your ears and your clit pulsates at the sound.

boy how you loved you guys silly arguments...

Taglist: @muchosbesitos @cherryredstarsreblogs @ribbonprincess @dollyfl1rt @raynesbandaids + others<33

[akirathedramaqueen]

Only one person has the power to make Stolas cry

And I'll keep the intrigue just a little bit longer so you can try to guess for yourself and experience the kind of satisfaction I had once I pieced it all together. And, oh boy, did it click!

Okay, so today, after a rather passionate conversation with @tealvenetianmask about how fandom seems to perceive Stolas as overly emotional and soft demon, we started rummaging through all the scenes where Stolas actually cried. We were blown off by some revelations.

First note: it's actually not much. Our owl appears to be very sturdy and often bites back when attacked, rather than shutting down as one might expect.

Second note... Better let me show you. Let's walk through all the 'Stolas cries' scenes and see what is happening there, and answer the question, "What, or rather who, sets him off the rails?"

This is your last chance to place your bets and educated guesses. Because below are big clues, and, eventually, answer.

Circus

We follow up on Stolas shortly after the disastrous date at Ozzie's - arguably, a couple of hours later. He looks absolutely miserable. He has boozed himself to unconsciousness. His eyeliner is ruined from earlier tears. He groans, either from headache or emotional turmoil, grabs three Happy pills, and shoves them down his throat.

Whatever happened at this club ruined our bird, to the point he's looking for anything to avoid being alone with his thoughts.

Western Energy

One shed tear. That's all Stolas allows himself. That's what I am talking about when I claim he is actually very tough. He is being tortured, mutilated, and by this point, he has a pretty good understanding that his demise is likely inevitable.

And you know what he does in response? He talks back. He cuts through Striker's bullshit about royals taking everything from him and points out that his killer took a contract from a royal. He literally humiliates Striker with sex jokes and mocks his oversized dick on the statue ego. Figuratively, he spits death in its face.

The Full Moon

Stolas is destroyed.

This meeting was nerve-wracking even before it happened - all the preparation, insecurities, misunderstandings of the past, and lingering, terrifying questions (He loves me? He loves me not?).

It takes weeks to set everything in motion. He planned it meticulously. He scripted every word, every movement of his body, every subtle tone in his voice.

But he forgot that there was another party in this play. The party who was not given the script and is burdened with his own trauma. One shitty assumption, one poorly-thought-out action, and here it is - mockery, avoidance, a fight... and tears. His first meltdown he wasn't able to conceal.

His worst nighmares came true, or so he convinced himself. He loves me not.

Apology Tour

Our last stop on our 'we-love-being-tortured-by-crying-Stolas' tour is here.

The wound is still fresh, bleeding even, and here he comes, rubbing salt into it. Someone Stolas still desperately wants. Someone who was infinitely brash, rude, and aggressive just this morning. Someone who doubled down on statements that made Stolas believe this particular someone hates him.

That someone tries to talk. To explain. To apologize. Wonders how Stolas could actually care about him. Says the prince is better off without him.

Fuck... The prince came here to forget, to wipe that someone (okay, it's getting increasingly hard to pretend it's not obvious yet) from his memory, at least for the night, and he still won't let Stolas go.

He breaks into tears, crushed, reassured he can't have anyone who would hold him, who would say he is the only one, but recuperates shortly after - he was taught better than this.

Okay, are we ready for the shocker of the year?

It's Blitzø.

It was his date with Blitzø at Ozzie's, where he was ignored, humiliated, and was told that their relatioship was only about sex, and that he was the one who made it clear.

It was Blitzø turning down (or so he thought) his distress call, leading him to believe he was left alone to die.

It was Blitzø mocking his confession and assuming it was just a fucking roleplay.

Finally, it was Blitzø haunting him since that very morning and, albeit with better intentions, still hurting him beyond his abilities to recover.

The only person who tore his soul apart enough to break his inpenetrable mask - built up by decades of gritted teeth, restraint, and bravery - was the one he probably cares about the most.

It was not Octavia, whom he holds close to his heart but couldn’t allow to see him depressed. He had to be strong for her; he needed to raise and support her.

It was not Stella, whom he endured for years, yet did not satisfy her wish to see him whimper. He talked back, argued, ignored, and seethed. But he never gave in.

It was him. An imp who stole his grimoire and gave him the best time of his life, however sad that may sound.

Now, thanks for joining this drama in four acts. You may pull out your handkerchiefs and ugly cry right here, in your places. Don't hold it in.

Because I don't.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XXII. — EXHIBITIONISM

cw: Exhibitionism, Teasing, Fluff, Dirty Talk, Attempt at Humor, Monoma Being Monoma, Intercourse on a Balcony, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: This was for a good friend of mine because they are a simp. I hope you all enjoy too!

word count: Approximately 1.4k words.

“My! If only we were facing the plaza, my rose, so that I could watch everyone’s faces change into sheer jealousy. Oh, how great would that be?” 

A groan hasn’t left the back of your throat, but you swallow it down and dip your head down to let it dangle between your laced hands. Neito’s voice is hazy and sly while he speaks, while he slowly rolls his hips against yours in these teasing circles that make your back and feet arch. Both of your legs shiver, trembling underneath his every thrust, and you can’t help it whenever you’re falling back against each press forward. You’re horrified, but it feels too good to push Neito away and stumble back inside of the hotel room. 

You don’t remember even agreeing to this, but Neito had been so smooth, all grins and fluttering eyelashes, brushing his fingers through those lacy pale morning sun bangs, delicious periwinkle oozing between slit eyelids, and you were sand through the hourglass. He had so easily felled you, had wrapped those arms around your frame like a faux slow dance, and he’d carefully twirled and stalked the both of you through the room. So sweet, so kind, even with that boyish enthusiasm exuding through his pores, through the way he gobbled you up with his kind and dedicated words—and it wasn’t long before he had you where he wanted you: bottoms down, ass back on his cock, and both hands hoveling into your sides so he could yank and pull you however he needed while he caterwauled. 

“N-Neito, this is horrifying. Stop trying to d-draw attention t-to us!” 

Neito scoffs, faltering his hips purposefully before he angles into your cunt in a way that he knows drives you insane. A yelp escapes your lips, and you gasp, and the fire that tickles underneath your follicles makes you feel so silly, but you can only bite the inside of your lower mouth and grunt. 

“Attention is exactly what we need, dear! Those people down there in the park have no idea of the heaven before them. Why, I’d say they might not even be able to comprehend our beauty—our love.” 

You’re shaking your head, ready to say something, but Neito slams in deep and hard, another gasp, and it feels like an explosion of fumes and firecrackers sizzled and popped inside of you. The reaction keeps Neito grinding his hips there for a few moments, really massaging against that spot, and the smiles of his fingernails curve and start to dig in. The shuddering in your body is hard to fight, but you choke and sob, and you’re whining out—

“The p-people in the park p-probably don’t w-want to see t-two people getting it—”

Neito ends your rebuttal by taking a step closer to your body, really slotting himself between your barely spread legs. He leans over your back a little, the roll of his stomach resting perfectly against the swell of your ass. A cluck of a tongue later, and Neito is chuckling. 

“Nonsense. Who wouldn’t want to gaze upon your beauty? Oh, imagine them seeing you like this—seeing that it is me that is making you like this. I can’t believe anybody would just turn a blind eye to that!” 

“N-Neito, this is sexual m-misconduct—” 

Crack, and his cock is shoved so far inside of your cunt that you almost swear that Neito had found a way into your brain, your nasal cavity, your ear canals, your mouth, your throat, lungs, heart, stomach. Neito was everywhere and anywhere inside of you, and you bite your tongue and scream behind clenched teeth. Neito starts laughing, proudly, not mockingly, and his grip on you tightens before you feel him fling his upper body back, still nestled close to you. 

“This is marvelous, rose! Each sound I hear is like a symphony, but, of course, others aren’t as trained or maybe even cultured enough to grasp its integrity. If those civilians down there aren’t impressed by you, that must be why. Oh, how I just wish we could stay here all night just so that I can hear how I make you feel. Do you believe I couldn’t do that?” 

You start nodding your head, but you can only groan and moan, mewls and slobber dribbling out of your mouth. Neito laughs again, proud, and it honks a little into something cute near the end. The sound brings a smile tugging at each corner of your mouth, but Neito doesn’t give you the proper time to relish in his genuine music before one of his hands shoots down and cups your mound. 

“I mean, just look at you, honey, a mess underneath me—ohh, you really are honey, aren’t you? Sweet and inviting. A-Ahhh, ohh, I want us to stay like this the whole night!” 

Neito’s fingers catch against your clit fast, and he immediately presses down firmly. Another gasp, and your eyes wrench shut, tears prickling the edges and slipping through the bars of their flood gates. He’s rolling into you in all of the right ways, all of those tender and mindful ways. His hips are shifting to fit the position you need, the way you need to be plunged into to really drag you over the edge. And then, while he’s jerking you off, Neito starts hollering into the night. 

“Watching this—watching you cum, waiting to watch you cum is a sight that no one should miss! Don’t you understand how great it is, my rose? Ahhh, ah, ahh-oohh, yes, yes, I—I feel so powerful whenever the two of us are conjoined like this, whenever we’re intimate. How lucky am I? Hahaha!” 

He’s starting to whimper and whine now, mingled through his words like sugar and spice. The tugging of your clit increases, it becomes frantic, and the shove of his cock into your cunt does too, and soon it feels like everything around you is spinning. It’s so hot, you feel so hot even as Neito continues hooting and wailing into the night about how grand this is, about how anyone who crossed your paths should beg for more, to praise them for how good you two are together. And with each word, Neito grows more and more into breathy clacks of air that sound like mangled words, and he’s going so fast now. 

There’s a twist inside of you, there’s something budding underneath the pads of Neito’s fingers, and you feel him arch and swerve, and he’s finding himself against you. He’s starting to collapse, words all melted into gasping moans. You’re close, and you know he is too. Neito starts pounding into you in ways that make your whole body bounce, the railing of the balcony creaks, and it feels like your whole world is tumbling up the richter scale. Neito is there, he’s there, and you are too, and his tongue is lapping up your name, and Neito’s is a powdery drug that you cough and consume. And then—the shattering, you’re calling out his name, an echo in the night, and you feel your body raise up with each spasm of your cunt against Neito’s cock. 

“R-Rose, oh, oh, I-Iiiiiiiii!!” 

Neito’s hips dive into the icy hot waters one last time before he stills, and you know he’s orgasming. 

And the both of you stay like that for a few pausing moments, catching your breaths and basking in the moonlight, the sweat, the salt, the cozy wood of the park wafting overhead. You’re so gone, so fuckdrunk that your head hasn’t stopped thumping and pivoting, and you feel ready to just stutter and fall over—until, until—

“One more time, my precious treasure, let the people know who they should really be worshiping—” 

He releases a confused and bumbling laugh whenever you yell behind your glued teeth and sling your body against his, a roar and a cry for revenge on the tip of your tongue. 

“Boy, you get into that room now and lemme show you a thing or two!” 

Neito’s eyes are wide, glittering with emotion, and he starts losing his mind, insane and boisterous laughter spilling from his saucy lips before he acquiesces—the sounds you two share dying in the midnight air. 

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 25

Moniker: Gaz, Alex Risk Level: Medium. Alex has never been detained and is visiting freely. Gaz is currently detained as a precaution, this is his first time being detained. Brief: Spit-roasting Safeword: Refer to first brief.

They’ve been trying to convince me to do this for years but I can’t give up that much control, you’re about to make them very, very happy habibi - Farah

“Fuck how are you this tight?”

You squirmed a little on your hands and knees, trying to somehow make space for Alex’s third finger as Gaz lazily pumped his cock and watched. Since that first time with him he was always a little gentler with you, always giving your waist a warm squeeze when you passed one another in hallways and bringing you hot chocolate before you went to sleep after an easier day. It didn’t mean he wasn’t still a bit of a wild card.

It felt like so fucking much. Even after being ravished so many times it still always felt like you were being stretched to your limit. It was good to know you supposed. You knew that the whole ‘used up’ thing was always a lie, but now you had very tangible proof as you bit your lip to stop from whining at the bite of pain from having so much inside you.

“Ah ah ah luv, only our teeth in your today” Gaz teased, bringing the tip of his cock to tap against your lips so you’d stop biting them.

You released your teeth and pouted at his methods which only made him laugh and smear pre-cum across your lips.

“I’m too tight today, I don’t think I can—mmph!”

Gaz wasn’t much interested in you saying you couldn’t take dick today because his just shoved right into your mouth, a deep groan leaving him at the scrape of teeth given you hadn’t been prepared to take him. You called him an asshole, but it was a muffled grunt around his hard shaft and he just grinned down at you.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you?”

“Mmmhmph!”

“You sure darlin? Thought you said you were too tight?” Alex asked, all full of concern.

“Hey she says to fuck her mate, I wouldn’t dismiss her like that.”

You tried again to yell at him and wound up gagging as he pushed his cock deep, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You weren’t the perfect deepthroater yet, the gag reflex was still very much there which he seemed to very much enjoy.

“Fuuuck luv, c’mon swallow around it, that’s it. She says she wants you to fuck her up Lexie” he said, the last part in a sing song over your head.

“Who am I to deny her KyKy?” Alex sang back, settled behind you and bumping his cock against your clit.

He thrust a few times, his length nestling in your slit and spreading your wetness everywhere. It was extra slick, you think he had probably lubed himself up. It meant when he caught your hole his tip popped in with a lewd easiness, so slippy and warm.

“Goddamn she’s eager” Alex moaned.

Your brain was trying to split focus between not gagging on the cock in your throat and not clamping down on the cock in your cunt. And then they both shoved in deep at once and you lost both battles, your pussy squeezing around Alex and your throat constricting in a gag around Gaz.

“Fucking hell” Gaz hissed, letting you choke around him for a few seconds before pulling out so you could have a coughing fit.

“Noisy little filly ain’t she?” Alex teased, the bite of a growl in his voice as his cock was strangled by your pussy still bearing down on him.

“You can be as noisy as you like luv.”

You caught your breath, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life while you narrowed your eyes at Gaz.

“How gracious of you” you said dryly, your attitude being very swiftly fucked out of you as you ended the sentence with a deep, gasping moan when Alex grabbed your hips and pulled you back hard on his cock so fucking brutally that you felt sure he was going to come out of your mouth.

“You going to be a good girl and suck me?”

One of your arms had collapsed down, leaving your head lolling on the mattress. Honestly you weren’t sure you could do anything for him while Alex was rearranging your guts so good.

“Farah is watching you know” Alex said, leaning over your back so he could drop his voice and make sure the words weren’t being picked up by the mics. “She’s playing with her pussy watching you take us so well darlin’. Her cunt is fucking gushing over you.”

Fuck. That had your cunt gushing from the thought and he chuckled as he felt your walls massage him greedily. With a bite to your shoulder that felt like it may as well have been your clit, he whispered again.

“Suck Gaz’s cock like a good girl. Make Farah cum.”

Yes, yes you wanted to make her cum. You needed to. You got your arm back up, fully on your hands and knees again and opened your mouth so Gaz could feed his dick to you.

The two of them didn’t have to ragdoll you, barely even had to do any work at all. You threw your body back and forth, sinking back to take Alex and then pushing forward to take Gaz, further and further each time until they were bottoming out on every pass. It was hard work and you were sore and sweaty, but your whole body was pulsing with white hot pleasure knowing Farah could see how well you took them.

You couldn’t touch yourself and it was driving you insane because Alex had grabbed your hips and hiked them up to just the right place that every time you crushed your ass back against him your g-spot was getting nailed by his cock. You were a spider silk thread away from cumming, unable to get that last little bit of force that would snap it.

Worse still you couldn’t even beg properly, you could only look up at Gaz with watery eyes and hope you seemed pathetic enough that he’d have some mercy.

“Don’t give me those eyes luv, you just focus on swallowing our cocks hm? You do a good enough job and maybe we’ll let you cum with us.”

You whined as loudly as you could with him in your throat, the idea that they might not let you cum horrifying.

“He being mean darlin’? C’mere now, let me take care of you.”

You could have declared your undying love for Alex when one of his hands reached round and his fingers slowly circled your clit. Despite Gaz’s playful mean streak, he was petting your head and easing up a little on your throat so you could focus more on the pleasure. When you were right on the edge he pulled out.

“Let us hear you luv” he groaned, wanking himself off right in front of your face.

You fucking howled through your orgasm, cunt gripping Alex’s cock like a lifeline as his fingers continued to play with your clit through wave after wave of pleasure. When you thought you were coming down he moaned and shoved in deep to cum, the warm spurts setting you off all over again and having your pussy throb obscenely around his cock.

"Put your fucking tongue out!"

You only just managed to open your mouth, tongue out, and close your eyes as Gaz swore and painted your face with his cum.

“Should have put photography on the brief, fuck I want that as my lock screen” he said, looking at your cum streaked face and feeling some feral satisfaction at having covered you in his claim.

“You should see this end if you think that’s pretty” Alex countered, pulling out with a hiss and then spreading your lips with his fingers so he could look at his cum leaking out of your abused hole.

“You’re both assholes” you grumbled, collapsing down to relax and catch your breath.

They laughed warmly, Alex pressing a kiss to your spine before setting off for a cloth to clean you up and Gaz causing your pussy to get excited all over again when he leaned over and started cleaning his own cum off of your face with his tongue.

You were pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing given that when he carried you to the bathroom Farah was already there with a wild gleam in her eye. The finger fucking she gave you against the shower wall told you just how much she had appreciated watching what had happened, because her fingers were already drenched from fucking her own pussy to orgasm.

She all but threatened castration to Price when he showed up to collect you and he just held his hands up with a dark look of consideration as she swept you away. You found you were perfectly content when after you got cleaned up she took you to bed and curled herself around you, holding you through the night like a lover would.

[obeythedemons]

So with Obey Me! And Nightbringer coming to an end, I want to express my thoughts.

Firstly, I was very much a part of the fandom. It became a hyper fixation where I wrote so much fanfiction and created some fan art. At one point, I believe I may have been one of the top, if not top writers for Barbatos specifically. This blog managed to get a few thousand followers and I appreciate you all very much. It gave me comfort when I was working in an infectious disease laboratory during the height of Covid. I have wonderful memories of being a part of this fandom.

I also have to say that Obey Me! gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for. I met my fiance because of Obey Me! I love them with all of my heart and I'm extremely lucky to have them. For that, Obey Me! will always have an extremely important place in my heart.

With that being said, my disappointment in Obey Me! started with season 4. It felt pointless and like no depth was actually being added to the characters. The special events were overwhelming and felt like cash grabs. When Nightbringer was announced, I was feeling optimistic that maybe they would go back in the story development we saw in season 1 of og. The first part of Nightbringer I was feeling better about the game in a while. There was lore being added that I could see being larger pieces of the actual game - who was the fairy king and is he related to Nightbringer? Is Barbatos perhaps actually a fairy? Is he the son of the fairy king and a foil to Diavolo? Then, the rest of the game started coming out, and it felt like season 4 all over again. Instead of plot, they focused on brother shenanigans. It felt pointless. Not only that, but it was hard to progress in the game because our cards had to start all over. I spent a long time in OG preparing my cards for a season that would never be.

I was frustrated and stopped playing. I'll check out the wiki every now and then, to see if there's anything worth picking it back up again, but I honestly can't find anything worth while. The game ignores what could be incredible story lines and characteristics and favors shallow re-hashes of the same thing.

I think a lot of players felt the same way. I think that's likely why the games are being discontinued, because people just aren't returning to it. We were no longer invested in the same points of conflict. Of having Mammon and Lucifer shoved down our throats, especially if those two weren't your favorite.

Perhaps they'll release a complete game in the future, one that's a one time purchase and is actually completed. That's my best case scenario. I would love to see it. But for now, we'll see.

I don't hate Obey Me or Nightbringer. Like I said, it gave me the most wonderful person in the world. I am disappointed with where it ended, however. I wished it would have gotten better. It deserved to be better.

[hongjoongtime117]

Wooyoung’s Side Quest

Pairing: Hongjoong/Wooyoung

Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL!), removal of piercings, Wooyoung is a brat, because of course he is, as always, let me know if I missed anything!

Tag list: @arki-sha @cptnhngjng @klllerwaifu @youaremystar1024 @jintastic-yuyu @alliecoady98 @bigbabygremlin @ghostlovesworld @kihyuns-military-wife

Wooyoung is busy preparing the dinner for the night Hongjoong has planned for you when he hears his name being called from Hongjoong’s room.

“Yah! Youngie! I need your help!” he yells through the quiet apartment, the only sounds coming from the kitchen where Wooyoung is busy working.

“I’m just a little bit busy, Joongie! Do you want me to burn dinner!?” he hollers back.

He shuffles towards the kitchen to Wooyoung. “I definitely don’t want you to burn dinner, but I really need your help,” he sighs dejectedly.

“Ok, give me like five minutes so I can get to a point where it’s ok for me to stop without burning down the apartment. Y/N would never let me live that down, as much as I tease her about her cooking” he cackles.

“I’ll just go… wait in my room, then.”

As promised, five minutes later, Wooyoung shows up in Hongjoong’s room, to a half naked, frustrated Hongjoong sitting at the edge of the bed. “So what exactly is so important it couldn’t wait?”

“I… I want to take these out but… it’s easier if I’m hard,” Hongjoong says shyly, motioning to the jewelry adorning his soft cock.

“Couldn’t just use your hand, Joongie?” he teases.

“My hand is useless when my dick knows there’s a pretty boy here who would love to give it some attention.”

“So sure of yourself, huh Captain?”

“Please, Youngie?”

Wooyoung straddles Hongjoong and places love bites to his neck. “So greedy, Captain. You want me on your cock, knowing it’s also going to get attention from our pretty Y/N later, hmmm?” he whispers seductively into the shell of his ear.

“That bratty ass mouth of yours would have done the job just fine, Youngie,” he whispers back.

He leans back a bit and taps his chin, as if thinking. “Hmmm. You asked me to help you, and I’m going to do it properly. Plus I also want your pretty, pierced cock rearranging my insides before they come out. Why exactly do you want them out?”

“I had to sit there and watch Y/N deep throat your dick. And thoroughly enjoy it. She can’t do that to me with these in. That’s fucking dangerous and I don’t wanna take that chance.”

“Ahhh, so purely selfish reasons. You are indeed a greedy boy, Joongie,” Wooyoung teases with a roll of his hips.

“It’s nottttt! You’re gonna sit here and tell me that she was not absolutely enjoying choking herself on your cock, Woo?” Hongjoong asks in amusement.

“She is a good little cockslut,” Wooyoung agrees. “But let’s get back to the task at hand. Make yourself at least a little bit useful and grab the lube. I want to help, but like… I’m also in the middle of cooking a gourmet meal here. So I’m gonna ride you hard and fast. Not always my first choice, but it’ll get the job done,” he shrugs as Hongjoong lays back to reach for the lube.

He hands it to Wooyoung and he flips the top open with a familiar click. He scoots back a bit to drizzle some onto Hongjoong’s cock, and gives him a few pumps to spread it around.

“Don’t you need me to prep you a bit first, Youngie?”

“Joong, I literally live with San who can’t keep his dick in his pants. Now shut the fuck up and let me do my job!”

Wasting no more time, Wooyoung fully seats himself on Hongjoong’s dick, letting out a breathy moan when Hongjoong bottoms out. “You always fill me up so perfectly. Have I ever told you how much I love your cock, Joongie?”

“All the time, pretty boy,” Hongjoong replies, nibbling Wooyoung’s earlobe.

As promised, Wooyoung sets a hard, fast pace, intent on getting Hongjoong and himself to the finish line quickly. Wooyoung rests his forehead, glistening with sweat against Hongjoong’s. He kisses Hongjoong with purpose before shoving him backwards, hands finding his stiff, pierced nipples and circling them with the pads of his thumbs. Hongjoong lets out a strangled moan, the attention to his nipples and Wooyoung’s rough pace bringing him closer to the edge.

Before Hongjoong gets the relief of his release, Wooyoung clambers off of Hongjoong’s dick, which makes Hongjoong whine at the loss of Wooyoung’s tight hole squeezing around him.

“Sorry, Captain, but we gotta take these out before you cum. The purpose was to make you hard enough to get them out. If you cum before that happens, it will have defeated the whole purpose.”

“But you feel so good, Youngie,” Hongjoong whines.

“Behave for a whole two minutes, and I promise you can fuck me full,” he replies as he gets to work on removing all 9 piercings from Hongjoong’s dick. He quickly and efficiently unscrews each one, despite Hongjoong twitching and leaking in his hands, and places them on the nightstand.

“Ok, all done Joongie. Now let me finish you off.”

He climbs back on Hongjoong’s cock with renewed effort, because he is just as desperate to cum as the man under him is. He returns his hands to play with his nipples, hitting one of Hongjoong’s weaknesses.

“Come on, Captain. Cum for me,” Wooyoung growls and he grinds down hard on Hongjoong’s dick.

“You first,” he growls back as he grabs hold of Wooyoung’s leaking cock and strokes him to match the rhythm in which Wooyoung is riding him.

The rock of Wooyoung’s hips get impossibly faster as his orgasm rips through him, spurting thick ropes of cum down Hongjoong’s hand. Wooyoung takes his cum soaked hand and brings it to his mouth and intently cleans it with his tongue.

The sight of Wooyoung cleaning his own cum off of him is enough to have Hongjoong barreling towards his own release. He cums inside Wooyoung with a series of curses and whimpers.

As he steadies his breaths, Wooyoung pats him on the cheek and clambers off of him. He heads to the bathroom to grab a couple of washcloths to clean up the mess they made.

He slips his pants back on and shoots Hongjoong a look. “Can I go finish dinner now? Is the needy baby happy?” he teases, smirk decorating his face.

“Fuck off, Woo. I have to go pick up Y/N in a few and I need to put myself back together, and I can’t do that with your sexy ass distracting me. Go be a good wife and finish up dinner,” he teases back.

He sticks his tongue out at Hongjoong. “At least I know my place!” He turns on his heel and heads back to the kitchen to finish the dinner he’s been working hard on for you and Hongjoong.

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2 - Who Runs This Valley

Part 3

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

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Keeping my arms crossed over my chest I stomped up to my daughters father grabbing him by his forearm and dragging him back in the direction of the main house porch. Flinging the door open and the second it shut behind us I shoved him against the nearest wall. “Why is she here, Kayce! Why, tell me why because I thought we had an agreement that she wouldn’t be here.”

“My dad asked me if he could get to know his grandson. I wasn’t just going to deny him that after what happened when I told him about you and about her all those years ago.” Kayce pressed his back against the wooden wall.

I scoffed, throwing my hands up away from my sides. “Oh so that’s perfect. You’ll just bend your back and do whatever she wants if your father ask you too.”

“We agreed that I should help her raise my son.” Kayce fought back. “Tate shares part of my family's legacy just like Faith does.”

Slapping a hand to my forehead I huffed. “Believe me I know that.”

“Look, I didn’t bring them here to cause a fight between us. I’m just trying to do what I thought would work for all three of us. Because like it or not I am the father of two kids with two different mothers and an entire ranch that will become theirs the day we die.”

Leaning my back against the kitchen island I ran my fingers through my hair. “I think this would’ve been simpler if you gave her a big check of money and we never saw her again.” I knew I sounded like a horrible person but every time Monica and I were in a room together it was just extremely awkward.

Kayce ran his fingers through his curls sighing heavily wishing we could go back to when we were yo her without a care in the world. “Lissa, how can we get past this. I mean, is it so horrible?”

“It could be if you forget your daughter's birthday is tomorrow and she’ll officially be hitting double digits.” I clicked my tongue hearing the front door opened and his older brother Lee walked in on our conversation.

He paused in the doorway of the kitchen sensing the tone of the room. “Woah, are you two about to fight or something?”

“We might if Kayce forgets his daughter's birthday tomorrow because that’s supposed to be one his days with his other child.” I put one hand on my hip, scowling at the man I had still managed to love over all this.

Lee gave him a warning look. “Oh-ho you better not do that, little brother. I did it one time and your girl over here launched a frying pan at my head the next morning.”

“I never said I wouldn’t be there. I have only missed her fourth birthday and that was because Tate was being born and she had no one there for her when she delivered.”

I sent him the middle finger being completely serious. “You get one warning. Don’t miss it, Kayce.”

“I promise on my mothers biscuits that I won’t.” Kayce swore, placing his hands together in front of his chest looking like he was begging. I knew the loss of Evelyn was hard on everyone so when he swore it truly meant something.

Lee cleared his throat, gaining my attention and shifting my gaze to him. “Alissa, I just came to tell you everything is ready to go. I'll be waiting outside for ya.” He exited through the front door.

“What is he talking about?” Kayce snagged my wrist stopping me from leaving with him.

I gently stared into his brown eyes. “We're taking our cattle back from the Reservation.”

“What, no. It's too dangerous - and why didn't I know about this earlier?”

“Would you come with us or are you too busy trying to be up Monica's ass?”

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing was really worthy. “Alissa, I-”

“That's what I thought. Take her ass home and if you want to help you know where I'll be.” I yanked my arm out of his grasp and he watched me leave heading out the door seeing Lee was waiting for me.

I got down onto the dirt ground with my brother in Law right before the front door got kicked open where I saw Kayce standing there watching me with fear in his eyes. “Alissa, don’t do this. Please, it's too dangerous.” I didn't utter a word after his brother handed me a loaded riffle and we headed around the other side of the house.

“Everyone’s forgotten who runs this valley.” John, Lee and another ranch hand walked in front of me heading to get into the vehicles that were ready to head and get our cattle back.

I held onto the rifle that hung on my right shoulder focusing on what we were going to do hearing Jamie come up behind me. “This is not the way to remind them. It’s a bad idea.”

“We don’t choose the way, little brother.” Lee turned and walked backwards for a second replying to him.

Jamie sent me a nervous glance. “Alissa, is this how you’d want your daughter to remember her mother? Heading in with physical violence to get some cattle back.”

“Like Lee said, life chooses our path. Babysit Faith till I get home.” I paused, having one of my boots up on the truck ramp riding with Lee in one of the trucks. Shutting the truck door behind me we headed off towards the Reservation.

Night had fallen over the Indian Reservation land that was nearly bare except for the cattle that we could see off in the distance. The cattle that belonged to the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Sitting on my horse Lee came up beside me on his own. “Are you sure you're up for this?”

“Lambert’s don’t back down from a fight.” I responded to him hearing the helicopter coming from behind us meaning John was giving the signal to go.

Lee and I kicked our horses in the belly to go and took off down the hillside with the other Yellowstone members on horseback. The wind blew through my braid that fell down my back heading straight for the wandering cattle. A few of the cowboys created a circle and began pushing them back toward where we had our people at and all we had to do was get them back on our side of the line.

“Looks like things are going our way tonight.” Jake, a bunkhouse ranch hand called over in my direction.

I shouted back at him, suddenly lowering my whole body onto the horse hearing a bullet fly past me and nearly hit one of the cattle. “Maybe they don’t have as much guts as we do - holy shit!”

“Guns up now!” Lee hollered before I yanked my horse around seeing a bunch of Indian’s coming in our direction on horseback with guns too all firing at us.

They began firing in our direction causing the ranch hands and Livestock agents to run around like chickens with their head cut off doing their best to keep the cattle on our side and not get shot in the process. “No! No, hold your fire. Hold your fire!” I drew out my rifle firing at someone who was shooting in my direction watching the guy fall dead off his horse and a few others followed my actions much to Mr. Dutton’s orders.

Gunshots, screaming and whining horses became the only sounds anyone could hear in the area that surrounds us. Riding around on my horse I noticed Lee charging to the edge of the line. “Lee, stay back. It’s not worth it.” I knew he wanted to show that we had won but it was a huge risk.

“I’ll be fine, Alissa!” He shouted back at me, holding his gun in one hand and his other on the saddle reigns while he rode stopping at the edge of the Reservation line.

Kicking my horse in the stomach I raced down to him as fast as I could. Most of the Indian men had drawn back when I saw red and blue police lights reflecting on the grass. “Lee!”

“You want’em back then come and get’em!” Lee taunts watching the men on the other side disappear from sight. He thought we were safe until multiple gunshots rang through the field.

I halted in my tracks sitting on my horse feeling like I was watching the scene in horrible slow motion like you see in the movies when a character dies. “Lee no!” I sobbed out in tears watching his body get hit with bullets and him collapse off the side of his horse without a chance to respond.

John and the others had pulled back by this point so he hadn’t seen what had just happened to his firstborn son. I bolted on horseback as fast as possible to my brother in law. “Lee, Lee no, no, god no.” I stammer out, dismounting my horse and falling on my knees beside his body.

He was bleeding from the center of his chest and his gun was hanging beside his body. I heard a gun cock behind me where I spun around, pointing my rifle at whoever it was. “I’ll let you go safely if you return those cattle onto our side.” The guy who pointed a handgun at me resembled Monica almost.

“Like hell I will!” I growled pulling the trigger and he ducked out of the way, firing a few shots at me.

I scrambled to my feet firing a few at him but missing every time where I ended up hearing the clicking sound meaning I was out of bullets. “Nothing personal.” He replied shooting at me in my left ankle where I collapsed down on my hands and knees.

I gulped scooting backwards with my wounded leg as much as I could manage thinking he was going to kill me until someone shot multiple bullets at the guy. “Aaahh!” I screamed seeing his body drop dead a few steps in front of me and Lee’s dead one.

“Lissa Rae!” Whipping my head around I knew who it was the second I heard them say my nickname. Kayce ran forward lowering his handgun and shoving it in the belt loop of his jeans. He lowered himself down on a knee checking for injuries. “Are you hurt? Any bleeding or discomfort?”

I winced moving my left ankle to try and stand but it didn’t look like that was gonna happen for me. “Just got shot in my ankle. Kayce - what are we going to tell your father about him?” Kayce peaked his head over his shoulder seeing his older brother laying dead right beside us.

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Entry 32: Wretched Chimera (Crossed Wires pt. II)

Screenshot credit: @boardchairman-blog

Continuation of Crossed Wires

Summary: Carmy's girlfriend (who he calls Darling) introduces him to impact play (flogger), and it wrecks his wiring. Smut.

Warnings: Swearing, impact play (flogger), safeword use, mentions of The Devil (Chef David), fem reader/lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns, handjob (barely), aftercare. (981 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi Original fiction sideblog: @midnight-fables

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for weeks.

02 Nov 2024

“What was that, pretty boy?” she cooed.

Her hands on my throat again, pressing up against the bottom of my jaw, trying to get me to look up at her. My bones were lead, muscles were steel cable, locked in place from this new sensation that was the cursed child, the twisted, wretched chimera of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t even piece together what the tension on my throat was because every fiber of my being got spiraled around a single concept: more.

She squeezed again, and my eyes rolled back, and I whined a high-pitched sound that embarrasses me to think about now. My head spun so violently that the only way I knew I was still upright was because my knees were aching.

“I asked you a question, Carmy.”

“More,” I choked out. Please, please, I am begging you, I am on my knees, please, hit me again. Please. Don’t stop. I am victim to this white-hot pleasure coiling ever tighter in my navel, you have to understand, I want more, I need more, I need to cum, this feels so good it might be fucking killing me.

The thing about tangling pain and pleasure together is that it fucking short circuits everything. Here, I have been taught through a lifetime of injury—fights on the playground, roughhousing with my brother, limbs getting twisted during wrestling, slices to my fingertips from knives, burns from hot pots, pans, baking dishes, sputters of oil, sauces, glazes, the screaming, unforgiving pain low in my spine. The blast of hellfire from industrial ovens, garlic, onions, peppers under my fingernails and in my eyes—I have been taught through a thousand little insults that pain was to be avoided.

She tightened her hand in my hair, used her grip to press the side of my face into the mattress, and struck me with the flogger again.

And pleasure? Pleasure, through that exact tumultuous lifetime, through that fucking cesspool of bullshit that I survived, remained forever out of reach, but it was this nebulous something that I was supposed to be chasing, right? That’s what the United Fucking States of Fuckery bashes into our heads at school, right? That we should do what makes us happy, whatever the fuck happiness is supposed to be—figure it out, it ain’t hard, its fucking happiness, you’re hardwired to seek it, dipshit. If someone as fucked in the head as me and figure out Darling feels like heaven and I want more of her, more of everything to do with her, then surely, anyone can figure it out. Pleasure is sought. Pain is avoided and pleasure is sought.

“Fuck!” my voice died halfway through the word.

I barely got another breath in before another sting erupted across my back. I didn’t even hear this one; my pulse was thundering in my ears too hard. I could feel how wet my sweatpants were, and if I wasn’t so wound up that I couldn’t fucking think, I might’ve shoved them down and stroked myself off to get release from the tension. Another strike. Far from sinew threatening to snap under a dull blade, an orgasm lay tensioned just out of reach, a longbow drawn past its failure point yet somehow still whole, threatening to explode into shards. My breaths came in ragged, lips stung when I grimaced at the next strike—this one exceptionally more painful, a raw sort of pain, like a smack over a sidewalk scrape—likely splitting from how chapped they were. How long had I been here? When did I close my eyes? How long had I been crying for?

So, you know what happens when you tangle the two of them up?

It fucking breaks you.

“M-mercy,” I mumbled, barely managing the word. The tension in my hair changed as Darling shifted her position. The flogger didn’t come down on my back, but that’s all that happened. “Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, please. Please, I need to cum… please, Darling…” Why did that sound like a sob?

Something thumped on the rug behind me. The hand that had my hair in a vice turned gentle, soothing, comforting.

“Shhhh, you’re okay—”

“’m not, Darlin’, please, mercy—”

“Okay. Okay, baby boy, come here.”

She tugged at my wrist, and I blindly followed the tension, crawling up and collapsing onto the bed. No sooner was I no longer holding myself up was her hand under my waistband and wrapped around my dick. She pumped me twice, and I came undone. I swear to whatever the fuck there is to swear to, I screamed into the bed. That white-hot pleasure in my navel? It surged through every inch of me, blazing a path of flames up my stomach, my chest, my throat, and into my face. A hot knife could’ve been carving Darling’s name in my back where the flogger did its work, and the scariest part of the whole ordeal is that I would lie there and let it. Carve your name into me. Why don’t you slice me open and tear back the sinew? Look at what’s left of me, Darling. You’re a surgeon; you can find The Devil’s claws in there, can’t you? You can get them out. You can keep my flames from choking everyone I love.

Cold on my back. Warm everywhere else. Comfortable. Cozy. No tension in my shoulders, no aching in my knees. No buzzing in my hands. Conversations from The Bear evaporated into the ether. Faint memory of pain between my shoulder blades, now succumbing to numbness from the ice pack. Fingers feathering through my hair.

“Hi, pretty boy.”

I blinked my eyes open and found Darling in my view, lying next to me, nose an inch from mine.

“Hi,” she whispered. “You okay? Lost you there for a few minutes.”

I nodded.

Yeah.

I’m more than okay, baby girl.

End Note: I'm still on my health break; turns out I'm just amiable to peer pressure. This one's for you @carmenberzattosgf and anon on Olive's blog

[mt-oe]

its finals season (again..) and huge projects for classes right now. can we get a stressed reader x modern mizu where reader is like actually tweaking out? like I mean pulling our energy shots, shivering hands, 'gotta lock in', hysterically crying on snapchat video and sending it to their groupchat for moral support type of tweaking out and the reader is going BANANAS over all the final papers, and studying for finals and mizu helps comfort reader?? i hope this would be a silly little write but also helpful to anyone going through finals season right now. much love! xoxo <3

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Hey dears!

To start this, I am absolutely sorry for being gone for so long. I had my thesis defense, practicals, laboratory works, deadlines, and my finals all in the span of two weeks AND I fainted twice, got sick twice, and nose bled a LOT.

I was chugging 3 cans of energy drinks a day, eating one meal per day, sleeping minutes less than how long I showered, and smoked quite a lot. Someone even caught me sleeping on the fire exit stairs (istg so embarrassing ;;). Honestly makes me wonder how I'm not six feet under by now.

To those who are going through their finals, please don't follow my lead. Vomiting at 3am from how dizzy you are while some Sepultura song plays in the background is NOT the experience you'd think it was. Try to plan when you'll tackle your work and get some sleep as much as you can, on your free time, on your commute. I swear, answering tests are SOO much easier when your vision isn't spinning or tunneling.

Chose to do this request first to remind you all to take care amidst your finals (or as a reward if your finals are finished, good job dear!).

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa <3

warning: not proofread, my corny jokes, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

Blue orbs watched as you cracked open another can of Red Bull. A small grunt leaving your throat as the fizzy caffeinated drink went down your esophagus. Was this your second? third..no wait..fourth?

Damn.

How are your blood vessels surviving this onslaught of caffeine you've been shoving down your system? She had no clue. But what she did know was that you've had enough. This wasn't healthy at all. Your lips were already as pale as the palms of your hands which were trembling to the point where you couldn't stop writing because that meant you'd feel the quivering of your hands even more.

The two of you had decided to slave off at Mizu's apartment for your finals. It was mostly Mizu dragging you there since your friends have been bombarding her to take care of you since she had the closest to what was considered a free schedule. T'was something about you freaking out and crying over the finals. She didn't have a Snapchat account so she didn't know.

Usually, she wasn't even interested in these stuff, but when Akemi showed her a picture of you with a thumbs up, holding a can of Monster, dark circles under your bloodshot eyes, tear streaks on your face, with the caption 'Boutta pull another Kay Chung tonight', concerned didn't even begin to describe what she felt.

Boutta pull a Kay Chung?

What or who was this Kay Chung anyway?

She knew you were a hard worker, probably one of the most studious people she knew, so she already expected you to be busy studying. What she didn't expect was the mess you were in.

The moment she stepped into your unit, cans of energy drinks, bottles of energy shots, cups of coffee, and random paper strewn randomly littered your apartment. The only source of light was your window and a small dim lamp you had.

Was that cup noodle container growing mold?

Ew.

It was like the Capital Wasteland in here, and she was the lonesome wanderer, awaiting the dangers to come.

And you were a radiated ghoul hunched over your desk with the emptiest gaze she has ever seen. Your head in your hands, as you scrunched your eyebrows together, trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with your equation.

Now she understood the bombardment of messages from Akemi and the others, and damn was she grateful for the heads up because you looked like you were at death's door and death... Death just thought you looked too pitiful to let in.

The two of you were now sitting on Mizu's carpet, books, papers, and gadgets on the smooth wood of the coffee table. In her mind, she thought a bit of companionship would comfort you like it usually did. But she was wrong.

The shaking grip you had on your pen and the occasional 'what the actual fuck?' or 'the hell?' already told her that you were too locked in to relax even just a bit. You looked like you were losing it.

Her eyes peered over your review sheet before she raised an eyebrow at how scattered your handwriting looked, numbers and symbols italicized to the left and to the right as if they were dancing and your solutions scattered. Add this value here..derive the formula there..problem 3's solution is somehow on the back of the paper even though problem 5 was solved on problem 1's spot. It looked like a shit show.

"What...problem is this for? You did it wrong." Her tongue clicking as a slender finger encircled a formula you derived wrong, making you look at her with a mildly bothered look. Your eyes tiredly scanned your review sheet, looking away to the side to blink the heaviness of your lids away, then looking back at it before letting out a strangled sounding groan, shoulders slumping back onto the sofa as you covered your eyes with your hands before looking at your own solutions again. "I don't fucking know..maybe it's for..umm..for..fuuuuuck," you sighed defeatedly, realizing that you couldn't understand your own handwriting either.

You wanted to strangle yourself so bad right now or like, strangle your professor until they give you a passing grade. Maybe the threat of arson would scare the university admins into passing everyone for the semester???? The prospect of being a sugar baby is starting to sound better than trying to finish this degree.

It wasn't like you were an absolute idiot. You could solve these problems no problemo. However, your vision was already lagging and tunneling. Whenever you tried to read the problem or your own handwriting, it was like your vision was hyper-focusing on one spot and the areas around it were...spinning or it'd focus on everything else EXCEPT the ones you wanted to focus on.

The amount of caffeine you had consumed wasn't even helping anymore. Instead of waking you up, you just felt jittery like a hyper-charged toy. Before you were sleepy and slow, now you were still sleepy but faster.

And when was the last time you even ate anyway? Was that moldy cup noodle your last meal? You didn't even know anymore at this point. You could barely feel anything aside from the fear of your impeding academic doom. Not even hunger was strong enough to stop you.

Mizu's eyebrows furrowed at how miserable you looked before sighing and pulling a sheet of paper out of her own notebook. "Here," she sighed out, sitting beside you and scanning each problem you had printed out before re-writing each question you looked like you struggled with. Her eyes occasionally glanced at you, unseen worry rising with every hitch of your breath and every twitch of your eyebrow as you looked at the questions she rewrote.

"Mizu..I don't want to do those all again," you groaned frustratedly, ruffling your hair own hair aggressively, strands falling to the carpet below. A hand held yours firmly, preventing you from tangling the ends of locks even more. "I'm going to teach you, dumbass. We can't have you failing and dying at the same time," she huffed, grabbing your calculator and placing it in front of both of you. She leaned closer to you, hand on your waist to pull you closer before taking the pencil and pointing to the first problem she rewrote.

"I'm not going to repeat my explanations, so listen well,"

...was what she said.

However, Mizu was a big softie when it came to you. Every time she caught you spacing out or having a hard time in general, she took her time and explained it to you again, even explaining it slower, simpler, or more detailed as needed. She really made sure that you understood the principle of the problems and the process of solving them, handing the pencil and calculator to you to make sure you actually understood her.

After a while, you were slowly starting to understand you earlier mistakes, and with her help, you were able to finally solve the review sheet. Thank god for hot smart women.

A look of amusement crossed her face as she watched you slump back onto the sofa with a loud sigh of relief. Shaking her head with a small lop-sided smile, she took the pen again before grabbing your laptop and searching for similar problems. "Here," she said, turning the device towards you. "Solve these. I'll be back in a bit."

You looked at her in confusion before letting out a tired groan. The exhaustion was starting to let itself be known through the heaviness in your lids. Another problem set was the last thing you wanted to do right now.

Oh wait.

Fuck, you still had to edit your methodologies and results, and you haven't even started on the discussion yet. Oh god...

'Better get started, I guess,' you thought with a defeated sigh. Muttering a string of curses under your breath, you picked up your pencil and calculator and began solving yet another set of hellish questions while the dark-haired woman stood up and walked off somewhere in her apartment. Silence filled the room aside from the aggressive scritching and scratching of lead against paper and the sound of clacking from your calculator.

Every now and then, Mizu would come back with something to comfort you. May it be a cup of water, a bigger pillow, a hair tie, or to charge your phone for you. She didn't really speak though, fully wanting you to focus on your work.

It was like her quiet little way of telling you that she was here and that she cared for you.

Amidst your problem solving, the smell of something being fried hit your nose, making you look up. It was a bit oily, but at the same time, homely and savory. Your stomach growled slightly at the smell, reminding you of that uncomfortable feeling of hunger that you were somehow able to ignore during your study sessions.

Just as you had finished writing your answers, Mizu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice and a plate of what seemed to be fried fish. Kinda burnt but maybe that's a charm point...or something. At least she tried.

She set it down on a clear space on the coffee table and gently urged it towards you. "Here," she mumbled, looking at you expectantly. You stared at the food she prepared, snorting a bit at the charred skin, some bits missing which obviously stuck to the pan while she was frying it. "Err..Mizu...?"

"Don't mind how it looks just..just eat, okay?" she groaned, sounding a bit embarrassed, a bit of pink dusting her cheeks. Her eyes looking away as her hand went up to cover half her face. You couldn't help but laugh a bit. Mizu? Embarrassed? God that woke you up, didn't it?

The sound of your laughter made her feel even more embarrassed but at the same time relieved. Your laugh was so fucking cute. She was glad that you were starting to sound a bit more like your usual self. Hell, you were smiling now. A big improvement compared to the face of misery you were making earlier.

Eventually, your laughter subsided upon the realization sinking into you. She really did all this just to take of you. Dragging you to her apartment, tutoring you, fetching things for you, cooking for you...

She really does care. Doesn't she?

Your hands picked up the chopsticks before breaking into the soft flesh of the food in front of you, picking off the bones before taking a bite. It was salty, the char even made it a bit bitter, and for god-knows-why, even a bit spicy?? But it tasted so good to you. Heavenly, dare I say.

As you continued to eat, bite after bite and scoop after scoop, the shakiness in your hands slowly calmed down. You couldn't help but look up at your friend who was now checking your answers, the ghost of satisfaction making itself known through the barely visible smile she had. "Mizu..."

She looked over at you, raising an eyebrow to indicate that she was listening. "Thank you for uh..taking care of me," you said shyly, giving her a small smile. A low chuckle escaped her throat as she shook her head slowly as if in amusement. "At least you're not shaking like a leaf anymore," she joked, followed by you letting out a small 'hmph!', making her chuckle yet again.

Though she wouldn't tell it to you right now, she'd be more than happy to take care of you anytime you wanted or needed it.

The sound of your pen tapping on the paper filled the room again as her eyes narrowed at your answers, checking it carefully. After a while, she handed the paper back to you, looking very much satisfied. "Looks good," she said, eyes watching the proud smile on your face. "How 'bout a reward?...Some rest I suppose?"

Your smile faltered at the sound of rest. "I can't...my manuscript is due in a couple of days and I haven't even finished editing my methodologies and results," you explained, opening the files for each of your chapters. "The data isn't even tabulated in the required format. It looks like shit."

She stood up from her spot and sat next to you, placing a hand on your head to pat it gently as she looked at the screen. Her eyes narrowed again while you scrolled up the file for her before she sighed. "Yeah, it does look like shit," she agreed before suddenly grabbing your laptop and setting in front of her. "Go and take a nap or something. I'll do whatever I can to...whatever this is."

"But Mizu, this isn't even your field. I can't—" She cut you off with a finger to your lips before gesturing towards the sofa behind the both of you. "Nap," she ordered firmly. You sighed before standing up and laying down on the sofa. You knew there was no use arguing. When Mizu makes up her mind, she's deadset on it.

Her eyes scanned your figure for a moment, taking in every curve of your body and the way your face relaxed. Then, she took off her jacket and draped it over you, before giving you a small loving pat. Before you could even open your mouth to protest, she immediately shushed you and turned to your manuscript, scanning over it.

Your eyes observed the way her eyebrows furrowed and the way her eyes darted from word-to-word. The sound of her typing and clicking filling the room, oddly relaxing you.

It didn't take long for you to drift off to sleep. And for the first time since hell week started, you finally relaxed.

No frustration, no stress, just...sleep.

You did nap for hours longer than expected though.

Don't worry.

Your methodologies were now updated, results properly formatted, and ideas in bullet points for your discussion were laid out in a new file. Even your references were fixed.

Damn, you really wanted to smooch Mizu reaaal hard after this.