#but AAAAHH SHE IS SO CUTE

[feliciadraws]

Have yourself a Mei-ry little Christmas!

I felt inspired to do a little early Christmas thing for the festive season! I know it's a little early, but hey, it's December, and I've been meaning to draw my(and Waka's) babygirl Mei in a cute costume for a little while now, and the last time I drew her was for Spookami so here we are!

[yoongifis]

💌 switching positions | myg

where the boy that you’ve got wrapped around your finger works his hardest to change his position from a somewhat friends-with-benefit to an official relationship with you. [and hes not the only one who will be switching positions ;)] *if you haven’t read ‘fxck a fxckboy’ yet, i suggest to read it before reading this! or don’t :p do as you wish!*

pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, handjobs breastplay, usage of sex toys, masturbation, usage of mature words, some dirty talk, jealous yoongi

; genre: smut (18+), pwp

; wc: 11k (hooooly sheeeeiiit)

a/n: SHES FINALLY HERE AAAAHH!! a little continuation of fuckboy yoongi~ hehe! very very sorry it took me so long! i had this in the drafts for a while and was slowly building it throughout the year :v now i've gotten busy bc your girl got into nursing school :') don't get me wrong though, i'll do my best to put out some writings here and there bc i do enjoy doing this :p i also wanna say thank you so much for showing so much love to the original 'fxck a fxckboy' fic!! i didn't expect it to gain that much attention, so i was pretty hyped to see a lot of people enjoying it :D i really hope you guys enjoy this one <3 it's just a little somethin' to fulfill your fuckboy yoongi needs hehehe. fair warning though, this is literally pure smut with no sort of plot (call me a horny mofo lmfaoooo). please ignore my grammatical errors :') i'll fix them at some point when i am notttt lazy ! :p

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“Yoongi, could you quit it? I’m trying to help you study for your exam!”

The two of you were in one of your university library’s study rooms—which included a whiteboard, a table, and a couple of chairs in a somewhat small amount of space. Out of all the seats that were around the table and the free space this room has to offer, he chose to stand right behind you, hands wrapped around your waist as his head rests on the back of your shoulder as you wrote things on the whiteboard. 

He’s groaning out of boredom. 

“But isn’t this supposed to be a date?”

You snort with a chuckle, “yeah—a study date.”

You went a couple more rounds on the day you first slept with each other (and damn did he go crazy). After that, you told him you didn’t want to fuck him without being “official” because it felt like you were one of his little flings. He respected that, and really held himself back (although he does manage to sneak some kisses from you here and there to get his daily dose of you). He became eager to get you to be his girlfriend, but like you said you wanted to go on dates before you can agree.

And that’s what he did.

He’s been making everything into a date. And so far, he’s taken you on plenty.

Work on assignments together at the school library? (study) Date. 

Drive around town, enjoying the views as you guys talked? (car-ride) Date.

Watch a movie at his place with all the snacks he bought just for you? (movie night) Date. 

How about the two of you make dinner together? (cooking) Date.

It was cute. Something you’d never expected from him. Did he always have this romantic, sweet, and cheesy side to him? You could tell he is trying to keep his promise—take you on a bunch of dates till you agree to be his girlfriend. It may seem a bit too much, but due to his past history you wanted to make him wait and work hard for the ‘boyfriend title’—which he was willing to do. 

“Still a date,” he mumbles.

Yoongi’s squeezing you tightly, bringing his head to the crook of your neck, lips just slightly brushing against your skin. 

“Yoongi, you’ve got to study. They’re not going to let you graduate if you don’t pass this class. This is what you get for always skipping.”

“I just don’t understand that calculus shit. And I can’t study when you’re around.”

“You don’t even like it when I’m not around—but it somehow has to be me that has to help you with studying.”

“Exactly.”

You’re chuckling again at how cute he was. How is it that he was one of the biggest fuckboys at your school and now he’s the biggest simp for you?

“How about we make a deal?”

He hums, “I’m listening.”

“Pass the class and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

His head shoots up. “Whatever I want?” He repeats.

“And I’ll stop your suffering and agree to be your girlfriend.”

It’s like a whole switch went off in his body; he was ready to get going.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, princess,” he’s removing his hold around you, finally taking a seat with a pencil in his hand and a paper in front of him as he looks at you, “if that’s all it’s going to take for me to be your boyfriend, I’ll do it.”

—

Of course, Yoongi left himself with only two days to study for his final exam. It may seem like not enough time, but one thing you learned about him is that he can get really determined to do something especially if he gets some type of reward from you. 

He surprisingly locked himself in his room (according to Hoseok), and was trying to do things on his own. He also did not contact you at all that day—making that day the first time the two of you haven’t hung out or contacted each other since the day you both had that little confession session.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were honestly missing Yoongi despite it only being a day. You’ve gotten so used to having him constantly around you that him not being right next to you felt so off. 

These feelings must’ve been bothering you so much because now you’re at the front door of his apartment with an early dinner of take-out in your hand, waiting for Hoseok to open the door.

“He’s still in his room—the doors unlocked this time which is new. I would have loved to join you guys but I promised to go out with the other boys,” he pauses. “…I did ask Yoongi to join me but he told me to ‘get lost’, so—,” he grumbles under his breath as he makes his way around you.

You laugh at him.

“No worries, Hoseok. Just go have fun.”

The two of you switch places, with his hand still on the door handle as he’s about to head out.

“I should be saying that to you guys,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yoongi’s right! Get lost already!!” You gently hit the side of his arm as he laughs at your reaction. “Don’t be so weird.”

“Who said it had to be those things? I never said that,” he laughs, but you roll your eyes at him. “Go out, watch a movie, or cook—whatever to get him up and out of his room. That guy isn’t even getting enough rest like usual and barely ate today and yesterday. I’ve literally never seen him like this before—he’s actually studying pretty hard for his exam.”

You’re thinking to yourself, giving him a little nod before he says his final goodbye and shuts the door.

God—Yoongi is really serious about this.

You knock before you enter, only to be faced with Yoongi at his desk, tons of loose paper scattered everywhere and crumpled ones on the floor. He didn’t even notice you until you said his name, his focus from the lecture playing on his laptop switched to you when he glanced over his shoulder.

“Babyy,” he mumbles lowly, a little smile on his mouth.

You’re walking towards him, expecting his eyes to stay on you but they don’t. He’s listening to whatever lecture he had on, scribbling down whatever. It kind of hurt a little. You were too used to having his attention all on you.

“Have you eaten? I brought some take out.”

All he does is shake his head, still focused on his work.

A small pout on your face appears, upset with how he was. You put the bag filled with food onto the floor, next to the drawers of his desk. You take a step closer to him, a hand immediately going to his head to run your fingers through his messy hair. You gently massage his scalp with the pads of your fingers, leaning over to take a look at his work. The only sound that could be heard between you two was the lecture that he had playing.

“Look at you, working so hard,” you broke the silence, “you literally weren’t able to be like this at the library.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just a little “uh-huh”. It was more of a little grunt in agreement. 

It bothered you that he wasn’t talking to you like usual. No hands or eyes all over you—nothing! 

You remove your hands away from him.

“Yoongi, don’t you want to relax with me for a little bit?”

It was obvious you were pouting again—you can just hear it as you spoke.

“Can’t, baby. I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He didn’t even bother to glance over at you or complain how you removed your hand from his head. 

“Not even just for a little?”

You hear him exhale, the small action enough to make your heart sink just a little.

“Baby, I’m a little busy. Go lay in my bed and rest for me over there, yeah? I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Now that definitely hurt.

He didn’t even take a look at you again! Not one glance.

Without a word, you sat on his bed. Eventually you quietly lay down, taking your phone out to scroll through your apps even though you’d much prefer to be talking or hanging out with Yoongi. 

The silence and sound of his lecture videos and the small scratches of his pencil on his paper echos in the room.

Who would have thought you’d ever see Yoongi ignoring you or not be all over you when you’re in the same room as him?

You immediately got to thinking.

And it hit you.

You toss your phone somewhere on the bed, getting up and making your way to Yoongi. You stood next to him, watching the way he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence. He sits there silently, carefully watching his lecture. When you see the right moment, you turn his chair a bit towards you, giving you enough room to squeeze your way through and sit on his lap while facing him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Baby—,” he sighs, “I told you I’m busy right now. I can’t have you on me like this.”

“But babyyy I miss youuu,” you whined, “can’t I get a recharge?”

You notice him completely freeze, slowly taking in what just happened—it was the first time in forever where you didn’t call him by his name.

You mentally smirk to yourself.

Now that’s what you were waiting for. 

He swallows hard, keeping his composure. 

“Yeah?” He hums, “I have the test tomorrow and I’m trying to get a good grade on it. If I let you sit here with me, you gotta promise me that you won’t distract me. This test means a lot to me. Got that, baby?”

You tighten your hold around him, nestling your head against the side of his neck. You nod your head at his words. Not because you agree or that you’d promise to follow his conditions. It was just for the sake of his sanity.

He clears his throat, hitting the play button and grabbing his pencil to continue scribbling down notes or whatever. 

Everything was pissing you off at the moment. 

You missed his hands being all over you and the way he’d fight his way to steal another kiss from you while you’re trying to push him away because he was always greedy for more. You wanted him to be annoyingly head over heels for you while you try to be nonchalant about it. And it’s also crazy to think that it’s only been a couple days and you’re acting like this over Yoongi not showing you the same attention as usual.

You give it some time. Patiently waiting until you thought it was time to get him all riled up—and then maybe he might just pay more attention to you. But being extremely patient at this moment is a pain in the ass, and you knew you didn’t want to drag this on forever. You move around on top of his lap, trying to somewhat grind against him as you pretend to get yourself more comfortable. You move your face closer to his neck, nuzzling your head on the top of his shoulder. You softly exhale, allowing your breath to hit and tickle his neck. 

Nothing. No reaction. 

You place your soft lips against his skin, giving him very light kisses on the same spot.

He slightly tilts his neck away without a word, causing you to huff in annoyance. You immediately bring your lips to his neck again, placing slow and gentle kisses on the side of his neck that instead lead to a spot under his ear and along his jawline.

He groans, clearly enjoying your actions but conflicted with the need to resist the temptation of you.

“Baby,” is all he says, voice sharp and stern. 

You pull away, sitting up straight to face him. 

“Enough.”

You could tell on his face that he was being serious.

Well..trying to. And it was cute—which is why he wasn’t as successful with intimidating you.

You roll your eyes at him, making your way towards him to pepper his jawline with kisses.

“But I miss youu,” you mumbled against his skin, making your way to his ear.

“…and I want you so bad, babyyy.”

You hear him mumble a “fuckin’ hell” under his breath and his hands creep underneath your thighs. He’s picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck tightly. In no time, you feel your back hit against the bed. You watch him adjust himself so that he’s eye level with you as he hovers above you. Just by the look of his dark eyes, you knew you were in for it. 

“Yoongi—,” you squeaked.

“Hm?” He hums, voice rough. 

The atmosphere around him felt different this time. It was just hard to point out what it was. Nevertheless, you brushed it off. As desperate this may sound, you were finally getting what you wanted and you’re not going to let anything get in the way. All you wanted right now was him because—fuck—you miss him. 

“Please—,” you mumble.

It felt embarrassing to be underneath him like this with his hungry eyes beaming at you—and that’s all he’s been doing for the past how many minutes that felt like an eternity. You watch his eyes flicker from your eyes and down to your lips, clearly tempted to just devour you then and there but he doesn’t. He shifts in his position, bringing his right thigh in between your legs and pressed against your crotch, giving you the opportunity to grind against him—cuz fuck, you couldn’t help it. You wanted to be touched—you needed him to do something to help you get some relief but he didn't do anything.

He watches you carefully. The way your eyes flutter shut and open slowly as you attempt to grind against his thigh, begging for him to do something.  God, you were just so fucking tempting. But he couldn’t.

Instead, he brings his head to the side of your neck, peppering a messy line of light kiss along it. He leads the trail up towards the side of your jaw, almost mimicking exactly what you were doing earlier. Once he makes it to the spot underneath the lobe of your ear he pulls away.

“What do you want, princess?” He softly speaks into your ear. 

The sound of his voice and the way his breath hits your skin already sends shivers down your spine. It was really just the effect he had on you, and he never failed to make you feel this way. Your mind was already drunk off him, words also didn’t seem to want to come out of your mouth.

He removes his thigh away from you and sits up, getting another good look at you before he lowers himself more till he becomes face-to-face with your abdomen as he lays in between your legs. He lifts up the oversized hoodie you wore, but only exposing your tummy. From there, he started to place slow and soft kisses from below your chest and leading down to underneath your belly button. These actions were making you go crazy—maybe it has been too long since you’ve been touched this way by Yoongi.

He stops giving your tummy kisses when he reaches the spot under your belly button, making you whine out a little “please”.

“Mmm?” He hums, looks up at you as he sits back up to admire you. “What baby? You want me to go further, don’t you?”

You nod at him, your eyes telling him that you need more.

He gives you a lopsided smile before bringing his head to the side of yours, his lips slightly grazing the shape of your ear.

“I don’t fuck just anyone anymore, remember? My girlfriend is the only person I ever want to fuck.” 

What a damn smart ass.

He’s already pulling away chuckling before you could wrap yourself around him to keep him on top of you.

“Whaat?!” You whined, “—but Yoongi!”

He’s laying in between your legs, arms wrapped around your hips as he nuzzles the side of his head on your tummy. You watch him get comfortable and his breathing slows. 

“Yoongi,” you gently pat his head in annoyance.

Silence.

“Yoongi, wake up,” you huff.

Nothing.

The exhaustion finally caught up to him and made this man fall asleep on you just like that.

You grumble to yourself in annoyance—a perfectly good plan gone to waste. You do your best to shove him off you (of course it took a couple tries). Once you finally got him off you, you took your needy ass home.

That was just it.

Hoseok could deal with this man when he gets home!

—

You honestly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you’re in this position right now. The Yoongi you were seeing now was a complete 180 from the one you were dealing with yesterday.

“What’s with the little outfit you have underneath your hoodie, princess? Were you already expecting me to come over?”

His smile is cheeky, the thought of you waiting for him to come home in that outfit got him smiling like crazy. 

Fuck—it  made him way too happy.

You hum, carefully picking out your words.

“I was going to film something.”

“Yeah?” His eyes widen, and his imaginary tail starts to wag. “as a congratulatory gift, huh?” 

“That… or a ‘sorry-you-failed-you’ll-get-it-next-time’ gift,” you chuckle.

He scoffs at your words.

“You thought I wouldn’t pass?”

“I mean there was a possibility, wasn’t there, Yoongi?”

He chuckles, bringing his eyes from you down to your thighs.

“You don’t get it, baby,” he hums, fingers lightly grazing down your thigh, “you told me you’d be all mine if I passed this exam.” He pauses, removing his fingers from your thigh and brings his face closer to your skin, pressing chaste kisses that lead up to your inner thigh. He gently bites down, earning a little yelp from you.

Yoongi sits up to face you eye-to-eye again, admiring the annoyed look on your cute face yet there was a slight shift in his demeanor.

“There’s no way I’d ever want to lose to a prize like that, baby. And even if I weren’t able to pass that exam, you know damn well that I’ll make sure to make you want to be mine.”

He stares at you, mentally undressing you causing him to lick his lips. The way he looked at you made you feel small, despite his eyes flickering from your eyes, down to your lips, and to your bare legs. It suddenly felt embarrassing to be wearing such an outfit under a hoodie while being in front of Yoongi. 

As if he could sense your feelings, he gets off the bed and grabs your swivel chair from your desk, placing it right in front of the end of the bed. He takes a seat, leaning back with his legs spread and arms crossed over his chest.

“Show me what you were about to film.”

“Yoongi—,” you mess with the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it down to cover yourself some more, “—you know I can’t —.”

“Show. Me.” He interrupts, words sharp. His voice was low and demanding—and you hate to admit it but it was definitely turning you on.

You swallowed hard, awkwardly clearing your throat before answering him. 

“I’m—uh—,” you croaked.

“What is it?” 

“My—um…,” you mumbled “…it’s in the drawer on your right.”

He raises an eyebrow, turning to his side to pull open the drawer of your dresser. He rummages through it without looking until he feels a particular item he can already recognize. The boy brings it out, holding it in front of him with a snicker.

“You were going to use this too?” He’s waving it around, a big smile on his face.

Your grow even more embarrassed, face flushed. You look down, avoiding his gaze as you sheepishly nod your head.

“What a treat,” he hums, “but don’t you need to prepare yourself before using your little toy?”

You lift your head up only to find him still watching you with a teasing smile. 

“Let me see how you get yourself all nice and wet, princess—then I’ll hand this over to you.”

As you’re sitting on top of your legs in a kneeling position, you bring your thighs a little closer to each other—and he immediately notices it.

He’s tipping his head upwards, giving you a signal to “go on”. 

You could just not listen to him but in all honesty, you’ve been waiting so long to become intimate with him again. And knowing him—especially from what happened the other day—he’d definitely tease the shit out of you and not give you what you want if you don’t follow his orders.

You try to brush off the nerves you were feeling, moving your legs from underneath. Your legs were spread apart, knees bent and feet on top of the bed, giving him a good view of your skimpy, sheer underwear you chose to wear today. He could already tell you were wet—just from a quick glance at your panties he’s already spotted a little wet patch.

With just your index and middle finger, you take the two digits and place them over your panties and on top of your clit, rubbing it in small and slow circles. You were already closing your eyes, throwing your head back while moaning softly. Maybe it was the effect of his presence or just him overall but you felt even more turned on than when you do this by yourself.

“Panties to the side, princess.”

You do as he says, feeling the surge embarrassment run through you, causing your face to grow hot and red. You continue to slowly rub your wet clit, with your head turned to the side as you whimper and moan all while avoiding him.

“Don’t avoid your pussy, baby. It needs some attention too,” he hums, “put a finger in.”

You look at him, biting down on your lip as you remove your fingers from your clit.

You hesitate a bit before slowly inserting your middle finger into your heat, pumping it in and out as you turn your head away from him to avoid his gaze. You bit down on your lip with enough pressure to leave indents, suppressing your moans from Yoongi.

“So good baby, you’re such a good girl.” He coos.

“Your pussy is just sucking your finger right in, princess,” he chucked, “making a whole mess just from one finger.”

You ignored his comments, torn between concentrating imagining that your fingers were his own or his cock that were filling up your pussy, or the fact that you wanted to hide yourself and your moans from the man in front of you. God, it’s embarrassing—to be exposed and to be playing with your most private part right in front of a man you were head over heels for. Yoongi, however, wasn’t having it. He thought this whole thing was the biggest turn on he’s ever had. You were the sexiest girl on earth to him, especially with the nice treat of you playing with yourself. 

“Nnnggh—ahh~!” You yelped, quickly looking down to see the man in between your legs, eyes dark as he lapped up your overflowing essence. Your movements stutter, and he takes that as an opportunity to move your hand away and replace it with his, making you a bit noisier than before. He pulls his face away, thumb playing with your clit as he keeps eye contact with you.

“There we go, baby. Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he smirks. It was easy for him to read you—he already knew that you would try to avoid his gaze. He’s tossing your pink dildo on the bed, removing his hand from your clit. He places each hand on the back of your thigh of each leg, pressing your legs against the sides of your chest and nearly folding you in half. This position was one of his favorites—he was always able to see everything while he ate you out.

He keeps a tight hold on your legs, making sure they stay in place. He switches from using a flat tongue while moving his head side to side to using just the tip of his tongue to stimulate your sensitive and erect clit before sucking it—completely indulging in all your juices that were flowing out of you. 

“W-wait!—please!” you squealed.

He has you squirming, lifting your hips in an attempt to get it away or closer to his face. The noises he made were obscene— loud slurps, low hums. He ran his tongue up and down your slit, lapping up the essence you produced. He uses that thick piece of muscle to probe at your hole, plunging it in and out of you. He buried his face into your pussy, his tongue moving around your hole as his nose brushes against your bead, allowing him to inhale the sweetest scent of you.

He loved watching the look you had on your face—cheeks brushed red, mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed. It was a sexy look—and being in this position where he had a good view of your lower half and your face could almost make him cum. He removes his hold from one leg, bringing that free hand to easily slide two fingers in you as he abuses your clit with his mouth, causing you to let out a strained gasp.

“Y-yoon…gi~!” You cried.

He hums against your clit before removing himself.

“Fuck, princess—,” he curls his fingers upwards as he thrusts them into you, “—you taste so damn good.”

“Please—! Need you!”

He’s chuckling at you—thought that you looked so damn adorable that he was contemplating to tease the shit out of you or completely fuck your brains out.

“Yeah? You need my cock, huh, baby?” With his two fingers in your pussy, he uses his thumb to rub your clit, causing you to clench around him. He becomes more aggressive with his thrusting of his fingers.

“Hhhnnghh—!” You squeak, feeling yourself about to reach your high. You’re gripping onto the sheets, arching your back. Right there—it was right there. You could feel the way he was trying to get you to release. But once you almost felt that wave of pleasure, it was quickly taken away from you. Your legs shake and you clench around nothing.

“You owe me a show, princess,” the man hums, bringing the wet digits to his mouth. He spreads his two fingers apart, making a v-shape as he takes his tongue and licks around his fingers—the slick, sticky essence coating them— all while making sure to maintain eye contact with you.

“Yooonggii—,” you whined with a pout, bringing your legs together to rub your thighs against each other to feel something. “Was almost there, Yoongi~,” you mumble with a pout, innocent eyes glistening at him. 

He’s standing up as you spoke, chuckling at how desperate you looked. 

“God, you’re fucking cute.”

It was clear to him how badly you wanted him to continue. But he had to hold himself back because he just had to play around with you. The man reaches over the bed to grab the sex toy he tossed earlier, holding up to show it to you.

“I got you all ready for this, baby. Show me how you use it.”

You look at him with a flushed face, lips pouting at the fact he wasn’t going to continue what he was doing earlier. It was annoying—stopping you from cumming just because he wants to see you ride your dildo. You were hoping the pleading look on your face would change his mind—make him want to continue, but he doesn’t budge. You slightly roll your eyes at him, reposition yourself to sit up in front of him on your knees again. 

He smirks, satisfied with how well you’re listening to him even though he can see right through you. Yoongi gently tosses the dildo in front of you before taking a seat. You took the toy into your hands, holding it as if it was a foreign object to you. 

“Go on, baby.” He hums, keeping his eyes on you. He looked relaxed; slightly slouched against the chair with his legs manspreading. 

You huff, mustering up the courage and to mentally preparing yourself to do such a lewd act in front of him (even though the two of you have already slept with each other and seen one another naked and whatnot…). You lift yourself up, standing on your knees with them slightly spread apart. You hold the bottom of your hoodie underneath your chin, which exposes just your tummy, while you try to position the toy underneath you. You bring your panties to the side to expose yourself, brushing just the tip against your slit which makes you clench around nothing. You  slowly sink down once you feel yourself wrap around the tip. 

“Haaa~,” you gasp, tilting your head back as you sink down even further. You’re a whimpering, mumbling mess when you have it completely in you—and fuck has it been a long time since you’ve actually used it or been fucked by Yoongi. You allow yourself to get yourself adjusted.

He focuses on how your face scrunches up and how your mouth hangs open, since you’ve let go of the bottom part of your hoodie and is now covering where all the action was. 

You missed this feeling of being full that it was making you go crazy. You wanted to stay like this, but for some reason you felt like wanting to move. You lift your hips up in an attempt to have the toy just barely in you, but it doesn’t slide out of you so you sit down again.

“Your pussy isn’t letting it go, princess. You’re gripping it so tightly,” he chuckles, leaning forward so that he’s closer to you and the bed. “I’ll hold it for you, baby.”

You nod, lifting your legs up as you try to relax yourself, letting your dildo slide out and onto the bed. You stood there on your knees, waiting for him to do something.

He brings his hand to the bottom of your hoodie.

“Hold this up with your mouth for me, baby. Make sure this part is the part you’re holding with your mouth”

You look at him a bit weird, not fully understanding his specific request but you do it anyway. You bring the fabric up to your mouth, now completely revealing your lingerie to him.

Ah…What a smartass.

He notices you roll your eyes at him, making him chuckle. He takes the sex toy and holds it with the base in his palm.

“Alright, baby. Go at it.” He’s positioned the dildo underneath you, waiting for you to get on it again. 

The two of you make eye contact as you slowly sink down again. You feel the tip of the toy brush against your wet folds, causing you to bite down on the fabric a little harder than before. 

Why are you more excited? Is it because of Yoongi? 

Fuck, you wanted him badly.

As you slowly slide yourself down on the dildo, you’re  immediately throwing your head back again, breaking eye contact but he continues to watch you. You feel yourself reach the end of it, only for you to immediately raise your hips and again to slowly start moving up and down. You find a rhythm as you bounce on the toy, your hands finding their way to massage your breasts, massaging them with the lingerie still on as your moans are slightly muffled from the fabric in your mouth. 

“Look at you playing with yourself. You look so sexy, princess. You were going to film something like this for me, right baby?” He hums, reaching over in his pocket to take out his phone. He opens up the camera app, tilting his phone upwards to get the whole view of you and starts to record you. “I'll help you and be your cameraman—look at the camera, princess.”

At first he gets a shot of all of you—you glancing down at him and the camera with a flushed face before quickly throwing your head back, hands grabbing at your own breast over the sheer fabric covering them, your hips moving on its own as you bounced up and down. He then pans the camera to your pussy swallowing up your dildo.

“Yeah, keep moving like that, baby. You’re making such a creamy mess on your dildo like a good girl. You’re gripping so hard—fuck, baby,” he groans lowly.

He watches the way all your overflowing juices were pooling at the base of the dildo and makes sure to get a good shot of it before tossing it to the side.

“Take the hoodie off, baby.”

You do as he says, tossing the fabric somewhere on the floor. He takes in the way you looked in the skimpy piece of clothing you wore underneath. 

God, you blew him away. 

You were just so. damn. beautiful. 

The white made you look heavenly—angelic, actually. And the lacey, sheer fabric that covered you wasn’t necessary at this point, but damn did it do a good job at catching his eye. The set you had on also had some frills on it, along with a little bow in the middle of your waistband and of your bra. It all suited you—it was perfectly made for you.

He literally just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

With his free hand, he caresses the curve of your waist to the curve of your hips. He takes a finger and curls it underneath the thin waistband of your panties, following it slowly until he removes it once he reached the middle of your thigh. Yoongi brings his hand up to your chest, using his index finger and thumb to pinch your erect nipple right through the sheer fabric.

“Haaahh~,” you stutter in your movements, letting out an airy moan.

God, he needed you so bad.

He takes the hand that is holding your dildo, flicking his wrist upwards, causing you to fall forwards and pause your movements. He slides your dildo back out, only just to slam it back in and keep it at a steady pace—fucking you with your dildo as you stay still leaning over him. His free hand goes to the side of your ass, helping you stay up.

“Yoongi—!” You whine, your arms making its way to link behind the man’s neck. Your chest is nearly pressed against his face, giving him the opportunity to grab a mouthful of your breast. 

The man encases your hard nipple through the fabric in his mouth, biting down on it enough to get another moan of his name out of your mouth.

“Nnnghh~!” You squeal, pulling him closer to you. 

He then begins to suck on your nipple, toying with the metal bar that’s pierced right through it. With how sheer the fabric is, he’s practically sucking on you rather than the fabric.

Your legs begin to shake as he starts to pick up the pace with your dildo. You could feel that high again, the same feeling you felt earlier when he was eating you out like a goddamn monster.

“Yoongi!” You chant with your mouth slightly hung open, “please! Right there—!”

He’s slamming the dildo inside you, filing you all the way. He’s hitting the spot that made you roll your eyes backwards, your mouth hanging open and spewing nonsense.

He removes himself from your breast, pulling back to take a look at your face, admiring how sexy you are. God—he can’t get over you.

“Go ahead and cum for me, baby,” he mumbles lowly, “lose yourself already.”

He uses the hand on your ass to guide you on your dildo while the other hand has it sliding in and out of you. He brings his lips to your collarbone, trailing kisses towards and up your neck.

You breathe heavily, mouth hung wide open as pleasure takes over you. It almost felt like you were being fucked by him, but it was nearly enough. 

“Yoongi—yoongi!” You chant before losing yourself. You rest your head on his shoulder, listening to your heart pound crazy while you catch your breath. 

“Good job, baby, you did so good.” He kisses the side of your head, slowly removing the dildo from your pussy, earning a little whine from you.

He lets you sit down on his clothed lap, your wetness probably leaving marks on his sweats. At this point, you could most definitely feel how hard he was right now. You lift your head up and look at him with fucked out eyes. Your hands were clasped behind his neck, while his hands rested on your waist.

You grind yourself against his hard erection, hoping he gets the hint that you wanted him now instead of having you beg for it.

The corner of his mouth lifts up to a small smirk.

He’s lifting you up as he gets you both off the bed. He’s turning around, gently bringing you down on top of the bed.

“Lie down for me, baby,” his voice low.

He gets a view of you again in your sexy lingerie. Yes, this fucking sexy ass lingerie—god, all the mental photos he has of you will definitely be on repeat in his mind. He didn’t want to remove it. I mean—it would be a waste if he had to. Just the look of you in such a pretty yet skimpy outfit made him go crazy. 

You attempt to be quick with closing your legs again, keeping some modesty. However, he was able to beat you by bringing his hands on either of your legs and pushing them slightly down to keep you wide open for him.

“So pretty,” he mumbles under his breath as he salivates at the look of your body. You grew embarrassed again, having the urge to shut your legs to cover you up but Yoongi was too strong for you.

“Can you tell me what you want next, baby?”

You already knew he was going to tease you—actually he probably just wanted to hear those words come right out of your mouth. It would be music to his ears.

“Yoongi, please…,” you mumble, “don’t you want to fuck me?” You give him the most innocent doe eyes that you could, hoping he could lose himself already.

He chuckles.

“Of course, princess,” he brings himself closer to you, taking his painful erection and grinds himself against your slick, teasing your little hole. “You want me to fuck you like this? With my clothes on? It’s making such a mess on my pants, baby.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head no. You wanted more, and you know that he knows that already.

“Thought so,” he hums. “Be specific, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

You hesitate a bit, but his teasing was enough to make you more upfront with what you wanted.

“Take your clothes off too, Yoongi.”

“Mmm…were you feeling alone?”

“Extremely, Yoongi”

He chuckles as he removes every piece of his clothing from his body, tossing it wherever in the room.

“Can’t let my baby feel that way,” he hums.

Your eyes go from his to below his waist, watching him slowly remove his boxers and revealing his cock. It was thick and long, an angry red at the tip with a bit of precum oozing out. 

Your hand gravitates towards it, holding it by the base and squeezing it a little. You completely forgot how big and girthy he was. As you slide your hand up and down his cock, you got him lowly groaning while you thought to yourself about whether or not this thing could fit in you again. But fuck—you wanted him so bad. 

“…please Yoongi,” you remove your hand from his cock, looking up at him, “fuck me already.”

He’s smiling, bringing his cock closer to your core. He takes his thumb to push his cock on top of your slit, and keeps it there. He slides himself back and forth, coating himself with your slick, teasing you as he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit.

You let out a little whine from his touch. 

“Want your cock inside me, Yoongi,” you mumble.

He’s leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, his facing hovering yours.

“It’s all yours, baby.”

He’s leans in again to steal a passionate kiss from you, while he slowly pushes his cock inside your soaked hole. You slightly pull away from him, your mouth hanging open, spewing out soft moans as he fills you up. 

He gives you the chance to get used to him being inside you. And fuck, did he miss your fucking pussy. 

He pulls his hips back, letting you miss the feeling of him filling you up before he slams himself right back into you again.

“Haaah~! Yoongi!” You say breathlessly. Your hands crawl to hold the sides of his face, as he continues to leave a trail of scattered kisses from the side of your neck and down to your chest. He’s pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing you before he latches on to your pierced nipple. 

He starts to pick up the pace as he thrusts into you; finally leaving your breasts alone with hickies that mark you as his. He stands straight to look down at you, watching you writhing underneath him. He pulls the other cup to your bra to expose the other perky and pierced breast. His eyes mesmerized by the face you were making as you were getting fucked by him, your tight pussy sucking him right up, and your tits bouncing everywhere—god it felt like they made him even harder.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he grunts as he thrusts into you, “you’re all mine, huh?”

You let out little more whimpers and moans, unable to make out any sentences. He chuckles, wanting to see you lose more of yourself. He lifts your leg and puts it over your shoulder, wanting to penetrate you even deeper. He takes his right thumb and gives it a quick lick with his tongue before placing it right on your clit, rubbing it in circles.

“Nnnggh—ah! Yoongi!” You yelp.

“My pretty girl. You take me in so well, huh?”

He watches you let out louder moan, realizing that his cock grazed your most sensitive spot.

He’s snapping his hips hard against you. He lifts his knee up to place it on the bed, angling himself so that he could continuously hit that spot that had you rolling your eyes back. He presses down on your clit harder, torturing it with quick and small tracings of a circle.

You’re mumbling nonsense, spewing out whatever came out of your mouth. He could feel you tightening around him, making him let out another groan.

He looks down at the area where you two were connected, admiring the creamy mess you were making on his dick. His eyes wander upwards to your heavenly body. Then up to your cute face, making all kinds of sounds as he pounded you—God, he’s actually going insane, he was grunting with every thrust. 

“W-wait! Haahnngh~! Yoongi!” You bring a hand to his abdomen, weakly trying to push him away as he’s drilling himself inside of you. 

“Please!” You whined, “s-something’s coming out!” 

A soft smile slowly forms on the man’s face as he watches yours—mouth hung open, nonsense whining. You were writhing underneath him, trying to get away from him but he wouldn’t let you. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before putting more strength into his thrusts.

“Yoongi!” You yelped, letting out helpless whines as you can feel yourself about to reach your high. 

Your hands wrap around his back, your sharp nails scratching him enough to show red lines and possibly make him bleed. 

He gives a final thrust, causing you to squirt all over his pelvis area and onto the bed when he removes himself from your hole.

“Fuck…,” he grumbles under his breath.

He watches your chest move up and down, eyes closed as you’re still trying to recover from what just happened.

“You made a fucking mess, baby. You squirted all over me.”

Your eyes shot open, propping yourself up with your elbows to look down at what you did.

“I just…?” You lay yourself down again, covering your eyes in humiliation. It’s the first time you’ve done that before. “Yoongi—this is so embarrassing,” you whined.

“Embarrassing?” He’s leaning forward to kiss the back of your hands before gently removing them away from your face, eyes now on him. “That was sexy as fuck, baby.”

He’s lifting you to sit you up before he carries you again. He sits first on the edge of the bed, placing you on his lap while facing forward. Right in front of you, you had a view of the two of your naked, sweaty bodies. Hickies scatter across your chest, your legs spread apart and glistening from you making the biggest mess. You feel your cheeks grow red from looking at yourself.

He helps remove your sheer, lace bra off. His hands roam around until they glide up and down the sides of your waist.

“Look how sexy you are, baby. So, so fucking sexy.”

He’s tapping on the side of your ass, signaling for you to lift your bottom just a bit, which you did, as he helps you remove your panties. He holds his cock up, and helps you guide your hips to it. You slowly slide down on his cock, fully taking him whole, causing you to let out a shaky moan.

“Bring your feet up, baby.”

You do it, placing one foot on either side of him and near the edge of the bed. He has his chest against your back, an arm holding your waist to keep you steady while his other hand is pushed against the bed behind him to hold him up.

“Bounce for me, princess. And keep your eyes on the mirror. Need you to see what I see when I fuck you.”

You bite down on your lip, looking at him through the mirror and he tips his head again telling you to “go on”. You slowly lift your hips up, feeling somewhat empty without his cock in you, until you drop yourself down on him. The fullness had you moaning out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“I told you to watch yourself, didn’t I?”

You keep a steady pace on his cock, your eyes closed and mouth hanging open again.

“…too embarrassing—,” you moan.

He scoffs, annoyed with your response. He wanted you to see how you looked—how your body reacts when you have his cock stuffed inside of you. He wasn’t going to let that answer slide.

The man hooks his arms under the back of your knees, carrying you while he keeps himself in you. Your eyes flash open when you feel yourself in the air.

“W-wait! Yoongi!” Your hands go to your face to cover your eyes. You lay your back more against him to keep yourself from falling forward.

He’s moving you on his cock with no difficulties. He has you bouncing up and down, while you’re still trying to process what’s going on.

“Look at how much of a slut you fucking look like, princess,” his voice low and gravely. 

The contrast of his words turn you on. Peaking through your fingers, you catch a glimpse of your glistening, naked body. 

“Remove them, now.”

You swallow hard, finally facing yourself. Your eyes wander, watching the way your pussy took in your boyfriend’s cock, how you were making such a damn mess on it, the way your perky breasts bounced around while he thrusted upwards into your pussy. It was all so vulgar—a dirty scene that came out of a porno.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. This is the view that I get—andI’m the only one who gets to have this view.”

Despite feeling slightly embarrassed about watching yourself, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more turned on. Who knew you could make such a dirty yet sexy expression?

You’re furrowing your eyebrows, mouth hung open as you whimper and moan. Your hand travels down to your lower abdomen, holding it there to feel a slight bulge whenever Yoongi pushes himself in you. It was actually insane to you to be able to feel and see this.

“Go lower, baby. Play with yourself.”

Your hand slowly inches lower, grazing your skin. You take a finger and draw small, slow circles on your clit. You watch yourself through the mirror, your eyes flickering to watch your scrunched up face to how Yoongi was pounding your pussy while you played with your swollen, sensitive bead.

“Fuck—that’s it baby. You listen so well,” he grunts. 

He adjusts his hold under you, making it more comfortable for him to slide you in and out of him while he fucks you harder underneath. He was basically doing bicep curls at this point—his muscles were nearly on fire but he couldn’t care any less.

“More pressure baby.”

You follow his commands, and you have yourself throwing your head back again as you lose yourself. Your sensitive clit makes your hips shake, causing you to squeeze tightly around him. You hear Yoongi slightly growl in your ear, going crazy because of you. 

“You’re milking my cock so hard—you want my cum that bad, huh?” His voice was gruff.

He holds you a bit lower, stopping his little bicep curls and instead continues to fuck you from underneath at a faster pace and with more forceful thrusts.

“Ngggh—ahh~!” You yelp from the change in speed.

“Don’t fucking remove your fingers. Keep playing with yourself.”

You were nearly seeing stars again. You couldn’t think straight. But you could feel that same feeling you felt earlier, and you knew you just couldn’t hold that knot in your stomach anymore.

“F—fuck! Yoongi! Ah—!” You cried, “cumming!”

“Fucking cum for me, baby. Lose yourself already.” 

He’s thrusting you with all the power he can, while his face was stuck on watching your reaction on your airbrushed slightly red face. 

Soon, he's pulling out of your slippery, wet hole. Your mouth makes an “o” shape, before crying out Yoongi’s name as you orgasm again.  Your body fluids shot out of you and coating the mirror—and you squirt again, just as he was wanting to get you to do. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed as you were trying to catch your breath. You could feel your hips still twitching from being so sensitive. This was something you’ve never experienced before. 

He’s kissing the side of your head, mumbling sweet words. He gently lays you back down on the bed on your back, allowing you some time to relax for a bit. You can feel the mix of his and your fluids seeping out of your hole, dripping down to your other puckered hole.

Your eyes flutter open and they couldn’t help but take a quick scan at the naked man’s body that stood in front of you. As you look lower, you can’t help but notice that his cock was still painfully hard, standing up straight with a slight curve to it.

He towers over you, watching every small movement you make. Although he was being sweet to give you some time to rest, by the look he was making you could tell he was hungrily waiting for the next round. He licks his lips as a lazy smile forms on his face as your eyes finally meet.

“Yoongi…,” you mumble. Your hand makes its way to his length, wrapping your fingers around it. Your essence still coats him, making it slippery enough for you to slowly stroke his cock. You look up at him with half-lided eyes.

He lowly groans in pleasure, throwing his head back for a second before bringing it back to look at you.

“Mmm…yes, baby?” 

“All that fucking and you’re still so hard?”

He’s laughing, an odd thing to do when someone is giving you a handjob. 

“I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Yeah?” You hum, slowing your movements. 

He takes his hand and wraps it around yours, helping you pump his cock before he starts to guide it to your slit. The two of you drag the tip against your wet folds.

“Looks like it’s the same for you too, baby. You’re fucking wet again.” He’s pushing himself into you again, the two of you letting go of his cock. He slowly sinks in, getting a little whimper out of you.

“All that fucking and you’re still clenching onto me so tightly, baby. You really love my cock inside you, huh?”

He’s pulling out, still keeping the tip in, before he thrusts back into you. 

“Mmmph~! F-fuck…! Yesss, Yoongi.”

He’s chuckling again, keeping his pace steady.

“Yeah?” He hums, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh to keep it steady. Taking his free hand, he uses it to press firmly against your lower abdomen. You’re mumbling nonsense again from this new feeling of pleasure.

“God—I fucking love you,” he grunts, bringing your other leg over his shoulder. He’s leaning against you, practically folding your body in half just to reach you even deeper. This position had you rolling your eyes back, reaching for any body part of him to dig your fingernails into his skin. Yoongi would switch it up at times—from giving you fast yet shorter strokes to taking his sweet time as he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to slowly bring himself back in. However, he made it his goal to make sure every thrust was sharp enough to bruise your cervix. 

Your mouth hangs open, nothing but airy moans escaping from it with every thrust he makes. He brings his face to yours, using this opportunity to probe his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances along with yours before he captures it in his mouth. He’s sucking on it, eliciting more moans from you but he removes himself to swallow them. You pull away to catch your breath, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter.

“Gonna…cum—,” you mumble under your breath. 

Yoongi huffs, giving you small pecks on the sides of your mouth. He really didn’t need you to let him know. He could already tell by the way your insides were clamping onto him. 

He’s quickly removing himself from you, denying your orgasm. The man watches your hips move in desperation, your hole spasming around nothing as he helps you rest your legs on the bed.

“Yoongiii—hnngh…,” you cried, voice whiney. “So mean,” you quietly mumble.

He smirks at your words.

Without any word, he rolls you onto your stomach. The man lifts your hips upwards to have your ass sticking up and spreads your legs apart. He pushes the upper portion of your body against the mattress, your arms cushion your head as you lay there. With his large hand, he presses on the small of your back, helping you with a deeper arch. 

“Beg for my cock, baby.”

You turn your head around to look back at him, shaking your head in disagreement while he has you in this position.

His left eyebrow lifts up and a dark chuckle escapes his lips.

“You were behaving so well earlier, princess.” He hums, taking his dick and running it through your wet folds to collect your arousal. “Now you want to be a brat?”

“Don’t want to beg anymore,” you mumble.

He scoffs. “So should I end it here?”

“Go ahead. I’ll find someone else who could do a better job then. They would let me cum.”

He smacks the sides of your ass, getting a yelp out of you.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Maybe I can call up this one guy—.”

He grasps the sides of your ass, spreading them apart to reveal your needy pink, dripping hole. He slowly sinks into you, causing you to let out a shaky moan. Yoongi keeps still inside of you, making sure you’re taking in all of him.

“You only need me, baby—your fucking boyfriend. I’m the only one who gets to see you this way and get you to cum.”

He can’t help but absolutely hate the sound and the thought of you with another man. It drove him crazy just hearing you mention “some other guy”.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, little moans coming out of you as being stuffed with his dick made you go dumb in the head.

“—Yoongi—ngggh—! Move!”

He lifts your hips higher, pressing the small of your back to get you to arch your back more. He leans over you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, making you feel his dick even further in you, causing you to let out a swear. He leaves gentle kisses on the back of your naked shoulder.

“Say please,” he mumbles into your skin.

“F—fuck, Yoongi!” You grumble, annoyed at his words.

He waits patiently, letting his silence and your soft whimpers fill the air. The man couldn’t care less if he had to stay in the position for hours—he loved the feeling of your soft, warm, and wet pussy pulsating around him. 

And with that, you knew you couldn’t win.

 “—Please—!” You cry out. 

“Remind me who I am again.”

“—boyfriend!” You quickly spat out, desperate for him to move already.

“You gonna be a good girl for me again?”

You’re quick to nod your head ‘yes’.

He grins at your response, happy with how easy he can get you to be submissive when you’re full of his cock.

“Now was that so hard to do, princess?”

He’s pulling out, just the tip barely in you.

“…annoying,” you mumble under your breath.

He slams himself into you again, causing you to moan out his name.

“Yeah? I’m annoying too, huh? A big mean, annoying boyfriend, right?”  His voice was low and gravelly.

He starts to find a rhythm and pace as he starts to pound your pussy. Snapping his hips to make sure his skin hits against yours as loud and as hard as he can, the noises filling the room and the skin of your ass slowly turning a shade of red.

He’s searching for your dildo that was thrown somewhere nearby. Once he finds it, he’s immediately taking it. He leans over you as he fucks you, placing the dildo in front of you. Yoongi halts his movements, removing himself from you.

“Yoongi~,” you whine, swaying your ass side to side. You push your hips back, trying to find him so you could reconnect again.

God, this view—this scenario. It’s all he could easily get used to.

“C’mon, baby you can’t be doing that to me,” he slightly groans, “you’re driving me crazy.”

“Please,” you mumble, bringing your hands behind you. You place one hand on the sides of your ass, gently spreading it apart so that Yoongi has a better view of your weeping hole. You turn your head to look back at him as you hold yourself in this position, swaying your ass side to side. “Please go crazy and fuck me already, Yoongi.”

What a fucking invite.

“Fuck,” he hissed, running his hand through his wet hair. He could feel all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, making him painfully harder. His mind went damn blank just from hearing you say that while being in such a pornographic position. 

You seriously knew how to turn him on. 

How fucking dangerous.

He’s bringing himself closer to you, rubbing his erect cock in between your ass, allowing it to slide back and forth. It gets you impatient, causing you to wiggle your ass again as he continues with his movements.

“Be a good girl and keep that dildo in your mouth while I fuck you, alright princess?” He gives the side of your ass another gentle slap as a form of encouragement.

Yoongi patiently waits for you to start bobbing your head, along with the vulgar slurping noises you obnoxiously made.

Did you really enjoy having that dildo inside your mouth when he was right behind you?

He mentally scoffs out of jealousy, knowing that he shouldn’t be feeling this way at all. 

You became louder with your muffled moans once Yoongi was inside of you again, making those dumb thoughts disappear. The view of you being filled up both way clearly made him way too hard—he was instantly fucking you at a brutal pace, almost as if he hasn’t touched you in ages.

He’s rougher this time; using one hand to gather your hair and make a makeshift ponytail just to wrap it around his hand to help you guide your head along your dildo while the other free hand is gripping the side of your ass as he fucked you from behind.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Sucking on your dildo while I fuck you senseless, just like a pretty little slut you are.” 

His thrusts had more force to them, your skin turning redder than before. He wanted to demolish you, make you melt underneath him. All you could do was hum into your dildo in pleasure, holding onto the base for dear life. You could feel tears threatening to spill out of your eyes whenever your dildo would reach deeper in your throat, causing you to gag on it. Of course, Yoongi thought all of this was sexy. God, it was fucking sexy.

He found that one spot again that has your mind spinning. The man angles himself so that he kept hitting that spot over and over again.

You immediately pull away from your dildo, drool escaping from the sides of your mouth.

“Y-yoongi—!” You yelped, your hands let go of the dildo after you toss it to the side, now gripping onto the sheets.

He releases his grip on your hair, moving his hand to the front of your neck to pull you up and your back arched against him, changing the position again. The other hand around your waist to keep you steady.

Yoongi brings the side of his head to yours.

“Not gonna let you get away from me,” his gravely voice whispers against your ear—and god did that send tingles down your spine.

The pressure of his hand around your neck was pleasurable enough to keep you lightheaded. However that hand goes to toy with your breasts, fiddling with piercing and pinching your nipple before taking a big handful of your breast to massage it as he fucked you.

He finally brings his hand to your front, pressing his two fingers against your swollen and sensitive bead. You feel your hips twitch, unable to control your body movements. All you could feel in this moment was how hard the two of your heartbeats were and pure ecstasy. This man knew how to fuck. Scratch that—he knew how to fuck you. He’s already memorized what had you throwing your head back, what’s got you clenching so damn tightly around him, or what has you babbling nonsense just from fucking you a couple times.

“Yoon—gi! Haaah~!” You turn your head to the side and towards him. He brings his face to yours, attacking your lips again before you pull away a moaning mess.

“Fuck—you take me in so goddamn good, baby,” he grunts, “you wanna cum, huh, baby?”

You’re nodding your head, feeling yourself nearly on the brink of losing yourself again. He’s just about bruised your cervix enough and made your damn clit so swollen and sensitive to touch. You knew you were already making a mess around his dick.

He moves his hand away from your breast and around your waist again, embracing you and holding you tightly for what’s yet to come. Your arms hold onto his arm with one of your hands interlocking with his, a gesture that had him feeling like his heart grew 10x in size. He loves you. He’s way too in love with you—head over heels at this point.

If it was even possible, he’s fucking you even harder. Grunting into your ear, telling you how good you are, how damn pretty you are—how fucking perfect you are, practically made just for him. It was all enough for you to finally lose it, and it was the same for him too. He’s groaning in pleasure when he feels your pussy twitching around him. His warm cum coats the inside of your walls before it oozes out when he removes himself. You fall forward and lay against the bed with your arms weakly holding you up. He watches the mixture of your cum slowly dripping out before he takes his two fingers to push it right back in, only for it to slip out again. He’s quick to get the kleenex tissues to wipe you up, letting you have some time to  catch your breath. You’re rolling over to finally lay down on your side, watching the boy walk through the door.

“I went ahead and got the bath running, baby,” he hums, helping you sit back up. He pulls you onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple. 

“You’re insane, Yoongi.”

“Am I?” He lazily smiles.

“I really don’t know what possessed you back there.”

He laughs, “Baby, I haven’t had a taste of you like that in so damn long. I couldn’t help it.” 

Before you knew it, he had you relaxing in the bathtub while he cleaned up the room and got it ready with new sheets and all for the two of you to get some rest. 

—

You could feel Yoongi’s body pressed against your back; his arm sitting across your waist and his head nuzzled against the back of your head. This was all something you had never imagined for yourself—to be lovingly cuddled like this after a long night with your now boyfriend who was an ex “fuckboy” from your school, but it’s definitely something you could get used to. 

You carefully remove yourself from his hold, quickly replacing yourself with one of your pillows. You glance over at him to see his sleeping figure one last time before leaving, and softly scoff with a smile on your face. 

This man is actually very cute when he’s sound asleep.

You quietly pick out some new clothes before tip-toeing away to your bathroom across the hall to get yourself ready for that well-deserved shower.

-

After putting on your clothes, you open the bathroom door, letting all the moisture and heat out. You take the time to gently brush your hair a little more after blow drying it, then applying some hair oil to the ends of it.

“You can’t just leave me like that and expect me to be okay with it.”

Your head quickly turns around to see the mumbling boy, squinting a half-asleep eye at you while using one of their fists to rub one of their other eye. You chuckle at his appearance—his naked torso and his boxers. He stood there in between the door frame, looking like an actual child who just woke up.

“It was just a quick shower, babe.” You turn around to the mirror and continue what you were doing. “I’ll be in the room soon.”

He grunts, making his way towards you as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him and lays his head on top of your shoulder.

“Yoongi~,” you whined with a soft chuckle. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s only allowed in bed.”

“Mm, so last night was just it, huh?”

He snorts with a chuckle at your comment, barely having enough energy to react a lot bigger.

“‘One time’ my ass. You’re stuck with me. Not letting you off that easy.”

He turns to your head and presses kisses to your hair. You bring a hand up to gently pat the side of his cheek.

“Congrats on passing the class,” you mumble, “and for finally getting that boyfriend title you’ve been wanting.”

Yoongi turns to look at you with a big smile on his face through the mirror, your hand gently caressing the side of his face. The two of you turn to each other, pressing a small kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“I know a better way you could congratulate me.”

You immediately knew exactly what he was hinting.

“You told me you’d give me whatever I want plus the boyfriend title.”

Fuck—yeah, you did promise that.

You sigh in defeat.

“…Breakfast first?” You bat your eyelashes at him, giving him that doe-eyed look that made his heart flutter like crazy.

He looks at you with so much adoration, in awe that this beautiful girl was finally his. 

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if you got this far, thank you for the read <3 :)

i hope you enjoyed!! pls check out my other work!

[juxtp0se]

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[visionsofmagic]

they like to share you. ✭ 2 ✭

➤ bi han, kuai liang, tomas [lin kuei brothers]

・゜✭��.  part 2 out of 2 | previous | m.

✧.* nsfw, mdni!, f!reader, gang bang, edging, pet names, humiliation, degradation, roughness, cruelty, double penetration, hair pulling, begging, crying, oral > m! receiving & f! receiving, overstimulation, anal sex, oral sex, orgasm control, claiming, biting, size difference, clothes on/off, praising, cumming, no protection, exhibitonism, watching, sloppy kissing, lin kuei brothers being lin kuei brothers, ‘s all I guess? • wc: 4.8k • roses’ notes: oh, this is the most horny shit I have ever wrote & I hope it is good enough because I was (s)creaming as I read it over and over again lol, and it contains a huge tag list full of nsfw content. just bear this horny thing with me while having fun. enjoy! [can do part 3 if you want to! *kiss*]

≛ you have no idea how you end up in a situation like the one you’re in now – it would be a lie if you said you had never imagined it. the dreams of being in this right moment wandered around your mind. they didn’t reach this far, but there were the times you tried not to think about it, breaking yourself while clenching your thighs together, the sin taking you as a whole and eating you alive; however now, it is the most sinful thing you’re doing contrary to simply dreaming about it. until this exact moment, you couldn’t believe you would face such sin – yet, every nerve of your body screamed that it was the most extraterrestrial feeling you have ever felt.

it’s not the sin of being a naughty woman who thinks about the lin kuei brothers shamelessly – every single night, until she gets it, no, it’s the sin that carves into your body within the soul.

it’s not the sin that eats you alive either, no, it’s tomas – the most precious boy you have known, having a heartwarming personality thanks to his nature of being innocent and gentle, especially when it comes to you but when you look into his eyes as his head stays between your thighs that can crush him any time soon (which he will take gladly), tongue going in and out of your pussy that soaking wet into his face and neck. only the sight of it can make you cum into his face but you try to hold it, eyes directed into his that are full of tears of having your greedy pussy as the way he needs, a reflection of you the proof of the sin that has just started.

and being eaten, sucked, and licked by tomas is not the only thing you’re getting.

as you pump yourself harder into his hungry mouth, wanting him to drow with your taste, feeling a bit need of dominance manner, you throw your head back when kuai liang pinchs your hardened nipples, not paying attention to how his younger brother lies on the bed, you’re above him, heat is flowing in your veins, making you feel another sense of exposeness while being naked, completely, as they stay still with their clothes on.

“kuai liang –“ you try to say, earning another pinch at your nipple, body jolts at the action as he stays behind you, on his foot. he watches your face closely unlike bi han who is sitting on his armchair, leaning against it, one hand under his masked face, elbow resting on the side of the armchair as his cold gazes travel on three of you, watching as if there is a special show for him.

“yes, princess?” kuai liang asks, looking at how your hands get into tomas’ grey hair, pulling it and moving your hips faster – he gets that you’re close, they all do.

“I’m – I’m clos – aaaahh – tomas!”

tomas leaves a cute chuckle, proud of himself, when you can’t finish your sentence with the impact of his tongue – or the way he eats you so hungrily, as if he will die if he can’t have the lovely taste you have. his hands find your ass, pushing you further against him, the desire of being the first one who makes you cum caging him.

kuai liang, wanting to help you reach it faster, wanting to see you cum so that he can have you afterward, holds you by the chin, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you passionately, swelling your moans inside his mouth. one of your hands find his cheek, pulling him closer while the other one stays inside tomas’ hair, caressing it to find a source of steadiness when two lin kuei brothers capture you as the oldest one watches the scene before him.

when you break the kiss, moaning loudly because of being so close, you hear a voice – the one that gives a chill down your spine.

“did I allow you to do that?” bi han asks, sounding colder than ever – is he doing it on purpose? you can’t decide yet, mind is so dizzy.

“w-what?” you ask, knowing both of lin kuei brothers are also surprised at their older brother’s sudden words, eyes turning to him – all of you look at him.

he only rises an eyebrow, “did I allow you to cum?”

“but bi han –“

“but brother –“ you and tomas try to find an excuse to make him let you cum; to reach the climax you need for your part, and to be able to lick it – getting the taste of your sweet juice for tomas’ part are the reasons behind why you sound like begging.

“you will cum when I say,” then, he crosses his arms as if he isn’t the one who is edging you. looking at kuai liang’s face, he tilts his head in the direction of your body, “pick her up.”

furrowing because of being so close yet so far away from your climax, you see tomas apologizing silently, not understanding his older brother’s intentions truly until he feels kuai liang picking your body up by holding your waist and putting you down again – right on tomas’ hardened cock that you moan when your bare aching pussy touch it through the fabric of his thin training pants.

it seems kuai liang is the only one who can acknowledge the pure intentions of bi han as he whispers into your ear, hands rising up, reaching your breasts that bounce lightly with the impact of your moving hips on tomas – without giving any mind to it, just wanting to feel something.

“my love, bear it a little longer,” he says, caressing your breasts, sending a different jolt of pleasure to your body – the slow burn of it increases the fire you have inside that is ready to break free. “tomas,” he then says after taking a quick glance at bi han’s direction to see whether he is doing it right or not. “she’s ready enough.”

“are you?” tomas asks, the palms replace on your cheeks as he rises, getting closer as you sit on his lap in full display – there is a bit of shame left, the one will have vanished soon after you understand what will come next. “if you want to stop, we can – I can. just say and –“

you stop him in mid-sentence. being such a caring person, even in moments like this – maybe mostly in moments of proximity at the highest level, he wants to be sure that you want this – with your whole heart and soul. and you do. with a smile, you nod, putting a kiss on his lips, both loving and lustful, earning a few whimper sounds from the man, you hold the edge of his pants, lowering it down to free his aching cock where it stays, “please tomas –“ you say, “I need you to fill me up.”

not expecting this boldness from you, he freezes for a moment before deciding you’re in a state that all of these things they do to you – and will do soon enough, are a matter of life and death – or sin and love if you are being honest.

he holds himself from swearing when he feels your bare thighs touching the side of his cock. leaning down on his back again, he puts his hands on your waist, lowering you down step by step, so caressly that you will think that he sees you as a fragile flower.

putting your palms on his bare chest, you turn to kuai liang, eyes teary as you feel tomas thickness getting inside of your warm walls. it’s already too much but you need more – you carve more. there are lots of reasons why you’re being so nasty; first, being a whore for them as bi han uttered (how can he always be right about you?), second, you love them all, and lastly, you want to prove to them, mostly bi han, that you are capable of taking three of them – physically and spiritual.

“take them off,” comes out of your mouth as an order rather than a request, and you feel a kind of power over them when kuai liang doesn’t ask you to know your place, unlike his older brother. as he nods, a cocky smile position on his attractive face. “please.” you finish your words to be gentler but he is already taking his clothes off one by one, eyes never leaving yours, giving you a show while tomas is one step ahead of being inside of you fully.

when you see his perfect sculpture, different in shape and posture than tomas’ delicate, welcoming, and reassuring one, you can’t help but sit on tomas’ cock in one go, want him to rail you up because your mind can’t take it anymore and it’s still too early to be that dizzy! which condition will you be in when there are three of them, you ask yourself, will be there a time like that?

all your unanswered questions disappear when tomas starts moving, wanting to take your eyes off of kuai liang for a moment because he needs to see you losing your mind as he fucks you good – giving everything to you, and receiving you all.

“tomas –“ you cry his name aloud, his tip hitting deep, thickness opening you wider as he keeps pounding into you irregularly – both you and him are new to it and it makes you stay unsteady with unclear minds. he’s too lost in the taste of your pussy that clenches around his length beautifully and you’re having the highness that comes with his thick cock and heavy balls, hitting you mercilessly even when he wants to act attentive, not wanting to hurt you but it feels so good – you feel so good that he swears he is addicted to it already.

“y/n – agghh – I – fuuuagggh!” he nearly swears when he opens his eyes, never realizing he closed them in the first place, and seeing your bouncing breasts, open mouth, teary eyes which are half-closed as you watch his pleasure getting to his face visibly. your nails are scratching his neck.

“tomas! it feels so gooaggghh!” you want to say more; want him to know how good he is at making you see the starts with each thrust he is sending. you feel the amatory and desire at the same time.

“oh, is that so?” bi han’s sharp voice cuts the tension between you and tomas, earning a side eye from you as he chuckles at your attempt to dismiss his words only to feel more of what tomas is giving you.

however, there’s another lin kuei brother who seeks your attention; kuai liang whose hand is on his cock, jerking himself off at the sight of you being fucked by his younger brother, and even from that away, bi han can see how he tries to hold himself, wanting you to be the first one who recognizes his shameless acts, and allowing him to come closer. bi han thinks his brothers are acting as if you’re the most fragile flower on earth – yes you are, but not in the moment. only bi han knows how much a whore-like you can be for them from your previous moments before he decided to let it go.

that’s why he doesn’t stop talking, contrary to that, he puts his elbows on the edge of the armchair, hands united as he leans closer from where he sits, eyes on you, “then be a fucking good girl and take another needy cock in that hole of yours gladly and thank them for it, my pretty slut.”

even in a moment like this, he can’t help but be possessive over you – which makes him call you his rather than indicating that you belong to three of them, not only bi han but who you are to judge now, especially after being a fucktoy for his younger brothers after desiring it for a long time.

tears flow down your face as you keep bouncing on tomas’ cock, already too lost in the high that feels like you take a dozen of aphrodisiacs. the power they hold over you cannot be prevented, you don’t want either, so, you nod with obedience, holding yourself together enough to reach for kuai liang’s hand. putting his warm hand on your abdomen, you make him come closer while listening tomas’ whimpers and low moans that he leaves with great shyness – unlike his brothers, he’s the most closed one when it comes to expressing his feelings and thoughts loudly.

he’s more open when there are only two of you. however, you can say that he’s close to breaking when you begin to talk with kuai liang between your moans.

“let me, fire boy,” you say, smirking down at him as you start jerking him off, making him get ready. another sense of pleasure strolls through your body when kuai liang leaves a growl – it’s more animalistic than you can ever imagine, and its effects become visible on you too when he pumps his cock into your fist without thinking, only using pure instincts. you begin to think how you will handle not only tomas’ thick cock but also kuai liang’s that stands with all its glory; warm inside your palm, leaking precum, and twitching at the sight of your ass.

seeing his younger brother’s cock disappearing and appearing again as he fucks you creates a flame in kuai liang because now he can see what bi han was talking about – how he didn’t realize what his brother meant by calling you a slut for them in the first place, but now, he is witnessing it; he sees how you look at his veined cock while taking tomas’ cock. it’s clear that you want him to join.

and who he is to decline your silent offer? he can fight a hundred men if you want him to – but he can’t stop when he has you – they have you. he’s a gentle lover, he really is. maybe he cannot show it as delicate as tomas’ love or as cruel as bi han’s. he knows you don’t seek it too. you have fallen for them for who they are, and kuai liang burns with the desire to show how his love is by claiming you as theirs.

feeling tomas’ cock on your abdomen, he loses his mind, and the last logical thing in his mind is to go easy on you as he makes his way to filling your empty hole.

“pff,” he hears bi han’s scoff mocking his cowardly acts; still holding himself back from waiting until you cum and relax a little bit. he looks into your begging eyes when bi han adds, “just fuck her already. I can say that she’s a step ahead of begging even from this far,” then, he chuckles lowly, “oh maybe you should stay a bit longer brother. her begging is pretty delightful to hear. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

closing your eyes, a tear drops onto your face but it stops on your cheek when kuai liang puts his palm on your face, cleaning it with such tenderness that you open your eyes again. not crying because of bi han’s words, no, they only add more pleasure, you let kuai liang put a few kisses on your forehead, assuring you that it will be fine – it will be euphoric and you believe him.

nodding, you turn your face to tomas after saying, “do what you want with me baby. I can take it.” to kuai liang.

leaving yourself at his mercy, you put your hand on tomas’ chest again, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips, tickling the skin because of how fast it is going up and down in sync with his cock that can break you into two if he wants to. “fuuuccckk – yes, yes!” you scream in joy, evoking wildness in them without knowing, too occupied with yourself and tomas’ cock that keeps hitting your sweet spots over and over again after he earns the most beautiful sound out of you. “there! fuuucckk tomas – so good, please, please, baby – keep aggghhh keeeep fucking me like that!”

“of course, of course, my goddess –“ tomas sounds as if he’s at the edge of crying thanks to your own pleasure. the man under you flying in the sky not only because he’s fucking you, but also because every part of your body shouts out that he’s very good at it. he finds a greater saturation with your delight. “anything for my favorite lady – agghhh – anything for you!”

after a time, you can’t tell how much because the acknowledgment of time has stopped working, you feel kuai liang’s lips touching your ear, his voice gets under your skin as he says, a hand on your back, pushing you onto tomas’ chest, “I am so sorry,” you don’t understand the true meaning behind his speech, you just arch your back slowly, hands position on the sides of tomas head, hardened nipples touch his chest, and a curse with loud whimpers escape from the man under you. “I tried to hold myself but I can’t help but be a slave to my itching desire to hear you moan my name as you did for tomas.”

realization hits you when your whole body connects with tomas’, making his cock go deeper and reach the places neither of you can expect. two of you are a mess like that; slow thrusts, moans, sweats, and looking at kuai liang’s eyes, having orange colored flames in them.

tomas’ breathes on your neck, chest to chest, you watch kuai liang’s fingers disappear behind you, and you arch your back when they get into your empty hole. putting your forehead between tomas’ neck and shoulder, you bite your own lips, a painful moan comes from you, making tomas look at you worriedly. “brother!” he warns his older brother, palm capturing the side of your face, caressing it so that you can relax between his arms that he wraps around your smaller body – he’s the most protective one among his brothers. “you’re hurting her – you should stop –“

“it’s okay tomas,” you say, kissing his chin to show that you mean it, and kuai liang is already gone, fingers never stopping, adding another one to get you ready sooner. the pain is more receivable now, mixed with the excitement of taking kuai liang behind. new tears appear on your face after kuai liang takes his fingers out of your now wider hole, hands on your hips, positioning you to stay still as his tip gets into you slowly. “I can – aggh! I can take him – too!”

“shhh –“ tomas says, trying to hold you still to help his brother. there is no selfishness in tomas’ heart for sharing you with his older brothers. he knows how they need you like they need air to breathe – and at some point, he believes they need you more than that to keep themselves alive – to keep living. “everything will be fine, pretty lady,” he puts kisses on wherever he can reach; cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, shoulder – wherever your body need to calm down. “just a bit longer to get used to.”

you trust in him more than you do for yourself; and his words’ rightness comes into life after kuai liang thrusts in and out of your hole, making it get used to his thick length, and in the end, you find yourself begging him – begging them to go harder, deeper, and rougher.

bi han’s mocking can be hearable that you can’t care less, “told you how a slut she really is, taking both of your cocks that gladly.” you’re focused on taking them so good that an unspoken fact fills the air completely; they will never get rid of you – this – yes, both tomas and kuai liang love the sincere and tender bond they have with you, yes, they love you entirely and this is beyond their strength of staying away from you for your own good – no, they cannot even spend a minute without you being there for them after this. they will carve for more; bi han isn’t the only one who will do anything to have you beside him.

you don’t know whose name is leaving your dry, half-opened mouth; you don’t care either. nonetheless, it’s obvious whatever you say is enough for them to fuck you deeper, rougher, and harder because when your back connects with kuai liang’s chest that burns with the hottest temperature, hands holding tomas’ thick arms, they begin to thrust into you at the same time rather than going in and out one by one, one of the lin kuei brothers’ cock filling you up as the other one is leaving its place so that you will not break into pieces.

and you swear it feels better – not better, no, the best in this way; they leave your holes alone, aching for another thrust, and as if they can hear your holes – your pussy and ass begging loudly, they thrust into you back, filling you up fully.

kuai liang whose palms stay on your hips fucks you rougher than tomas, having an animalistic wildness with his fucking, growling and moaning into your ear lowly, biting your shoulder from time to time; sending overstimulation over your body and taking a branch to hold on to so that he can stay as rational as he can – it’s just that his own fist wasn’t enough, as he realizes, and unlike your mouth, your hole that clenches around his length something else – and he cannot imagine how your pussy would feel. he has pure envy over his younger brother but tomas needs to be the first one after bi han as kuai liang proposed when bi han told them that you would be ready for them, and he could never be more right.

tomas is sky high – its marks are on his focused face that lightened up with lust and sin, and a great amount of love. his hands on your thighs, holding them tight, probably leaving red marks like how kuai liang’s hands will on your hips, wanting to act normally but can’t; his cock is intoxicated with the taste of your pussy that creamed it like his entire body that is intoxicated with you fully. it’s beyond his own imagination – and he will have this moment in his mind until his last breath. the cute lin kuei brother has a habit of daydreaming about you and the memories you have shared; every detail is in his mind.

tomas’ obsession over you is not a joke, and being pathetic – a mess for you proves it right – his love is no less than his brothers and he can say you witness it when he begs for you to let him cum inside your womb.

“my goddess, please, please, let me – aaaghh I – I – I need it – ohhh, hmmpp! let me cum i-inside!”

before you reply to his begs, you hear kuai liang saying the same thing as he holds you by the chin, fingers pushing down the flesh under them, taking a lick from your neck, “yes, princess, will you? say yes, please, pretty love, let us cum inside – agggh – gggh – need it! right, tomas? we need it.”

“tomas – aggghh k- kuai liang – I –“

you are stopped by the oldest lin kuei brother whose presence is beginning to know by all three of you when you turn to the side and see him standing up with all his glory; the mask is no longer on his face, a hand on his belt, furrowing down at you, eyes directed at yours, sending vibration of danger, “haven’t I teach you to ask for it? I know my brothers are too lost to think straight but, you,” his fingers touch your chin, turning your head to him entirely, taking all of your focus on him as his younger brothers keep fucking you without stopping even for a second – they simply can’t, you suppose.

“my beautiful slut,” he humiliates you by making you clench around two cocks you are taking and sending a jolt to the owners of them, “isn’t it enough that you cum undone without my permission that you will let them cum inside without asking for it?”

“w-what?” you question, spending some time to understand it and looking down, you see your cream–wetness shining on their cocks. when you cum undone? fuck, how much your brain fucked up by them?! “I – I am so sorry bi han, I didn’t know – aggghh – fuck – I didn’t –“ words of forgiveness go into deaf ears as bi han lowers his head, and without a second thought, he begins to kiss your lips as if he tries to prove the rightful owner of them – and your aching lips asks for more, tongue darting inside his mouth, and he lets you – his cruelty vanishes for a moment as he makes love with you by using his cold lips that get warmer within yours.

“mhhhhpp – bi han – aahhhh –“ coldness hits your breasts when he cups them and plays with each one of them attentively.

“well, one of your holes is still empty, right?” he leaves you, unzipping his belt and taking his pants off until it reaches his thick thighs, showing his hardened cock as it hits his abdomen. he smirks when you open your mouth wider even though he doesn’t ask you for it – it’s like an instinct now. you watch him put his knees on the bed, not looking at how pathetic his brothers look as they wait for you two to be done.

“good girl.” bi han praises you when your lips wrap around his length, mouth taking it so well as always and he keeps his praising after you begin to work on his cock, a hand gripping his thigh to pull him closer, to have it all inside your greedy mouth. his right-hand finds your hair, caressing it firstly, then pulling it roughly, “fucking good girl – taking my cock like that –“ he then chuckles at the sight in front of him; tomas fucking crying under you as he keeps edging himself, eyes beg for a release, and kuai liang losing the last crumbles of his mind as he pounds into your mercilessly.

looking down at you, he sees your shining eyes looking at both his cock full of veins and leaking your salvia mixing with his precum, and he curses underneath his breath; you’re his obedient slut as he tells but in addition to that, you belong to him – long before you have fallen for his brothers. it boosts its ego. “taking my brothers’ cocks as well. tell me, are they good, hm?”

“y-yes,” you say, moans low, strong, audible, “they’re too good – I – fuuuuck – I want them to cu-cum – into me.”

“oh, is that so?” he questions, knowing there’s only one thing he needs to do; so, he does it. shutting your please by filling your mouth again, this time rougher than before, he fucks your mouth with the way his brothers fuck your other two holes; “then, let us all cum into you at the same time. after all, you are made for me,” he adds, “for us.”

humming, you nod, sucking, licking, and drinking him off, and at the same time, you cum again – alerting for them to cum as well and it seems that it happens all of sudden – they cum in sync after a few more powerful thrusts that they send to your very core and hole – and wasn't it hold of them on you, you would collapse into the void after you tomas cum into your pussy, kuai liang explodes into your ass, and bi han filling your mouth fully.

with the last rope to unite you with reality, you drink every drop of bi han’s semen, lin kuei’s cum fills your womb beautifully.

collapsing into tomas’ arms, your whole body aches, exhaustion hitting, mouth dry, and except that, every place on your body is covered with wetness. you don’t feel any regret, contrary to that, it seems you have made the right decision of your lifetime.

the fear that is not acknowledged by you vanishes in thin air as tomas speak into your ear, “my goddess, you did so well for us. now, rest, and don’t worry, we will take good care of you.”

and with that promise and the trust you have for lin kuei brothers, you fall into his chest closer as the sweet ropes of sleep cover your body. the last thing you remember is how much you find yourself lucky to have them.

[wintersera]

do u have any crazy gp mj / minsik thoughts bc damn, i need the wock so bad 😔😔😔

any crazy g!p wock thoughs hmmm,,, i haven’t really thought about much BUT IT IS MINCOCK SO LETS SO WHAT I CAN THINK OF RIGJT NEOW

ZONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS LOOK. like ik that first pic is what she looks like when you give her head 🤤

and hear me out right- sugar momma minjeong with a twist cause she has a cock (😭😭😭??)

typa girlie to rent or buy a huge a yacht just for the two of you. yk everything chill at sea, you have a glass of champagne in one hand and idk minjeongs cock in the other ha— IM JUST FEELING CRAZY INSANE OVER THESE PICS BECAUSE AAAAHH giving her a blowjob out a sea on a nice summer day and the cool crisp air just blows past you :)

and heres the thing mj doesnt give a flying FAWK whoever sees her, she’s only focused on her cute baby sucking on her cock so diligently, patting your head and telling you that you’re doing an amazing job while she throws her head back and sighs 🤤

MY GOD MINJEONG ONE CHANVE PLEWEASEJIDJFJFJNCCJCJ

[mossy-opal]

To Lay Above

Incubus!Dabi x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT!!! Voyeurism, Degradation, Mocking (lovingly), Oral Sex (Reader Receiving)

He rolled his eyes as she said she loved him from beneath him, rolling his hips again so as to not let her notice his disdain.

Being the way he was he knew what love smelt like, or at least what others have explained to him, and this was not it. She didn't love him, she seemed more embarrassed of him than anything. What she loved was the way he made her unravel.

But then again, she was easy. Well- Everyone was easy for an incubus. Even with the way he looked, he could still make anyone weak in the knees for him so he could get something to eat.

The woman didn't even realise he was taking her soul until she was just a corpse on the mattress, with Dabi leaving through the window to find a new toy to play with. Men and women were easy to play with, easy to feed him, but it did get… Boring… To say the least.

He wanted something new, wanted someone new. He was tired of all of them being embarrassed of him when he visited, always saying the same thing.

“Not now, I have friends over…"

“Ah- I don’t think you should come around, my parents are here…"

“Thanks, but I can’t see a movie tonight…”

They always had the same grimace, always had the same tone, and it was clear to him that he wasn’t someone they would be… Proud of…

Maybe it was silly, wanting someone to hold hands with, but he wanted it. He wanted it badly.

“Are you okay…?”

Dabi looked for the source of the voice, tilting his head to find… You.

“Are you alright? You seem… upset.”

He looked you up and down, smirking to himself at the way you looked. Cute.

“Huh.. I’m fine, what’s a cute thing like you worrying about someone like me~?”

Might as well get a free meal out of you, if he couldn’t find anyone else that matched his taste. You even blushed, you really were cute.

“Oh, well, you seem upset is all, I figured I’d ask.”

“What’s it to you, doll~?”

And you shrugged! That was how you two met. You were a bit different, he could tell. You often let him crash on your couch, fed him, offered him your bed at times, but never asked for anything from him. Hell, he even helped you out on going on dates…

Even if he hated how it made him feel…

He didn’t hope your dates would fall through. He would never sabotage your dates.

He didn’t care.

. . .

But he did, and he knew that when he smelt you. He dropped by late at night one evening, he wanted to watch a movie with you, maybe cuddle, but you seemed to be sleeping already. It was odd, but it didn’t matter to him. As he moved to sit on the couch, he stopped when he heard it.

You were moaning.

Suddenly, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Were you with someone? If you were, why didn’t you tell him, you know he just drops by-

“Dabi~”

His ears twitched at that. His eyes widened as he made his way to your room, your scent bleeding through the door the closer he got. It sounded like the door wasn’t even closed as he heard your heavy breathing, the vibrator between your legs, the squelching of your wetness, your whining and-

“Aaaahh Dabiiii~”

That.

He put his forehead against the door, smelling your arousal. Slowly he felt himself lose control of his appearance. His horns grew from his head, curling around his skull, his teeth changing to his natural fangs as he could feel himself practically drooling. His tail swirled behind him, and his wings spread as wide as they could in the small hallway of your place. Hearing you nearing your climax, moaning his name, he could feel his pants grow tighter, his eyes dilating and his own breathing quickening. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, he couldn’t deny himself what he wanted a second further.

Slowly he opened the door, easily sneaking in and crawling onto your bed, you didn’t even notice until you opened your eyes, squealing at the sight of him.

“Dabi!? W-what are you doing here!? Why do you look like that!? What-”

“Doll, relax, I’m just here to give you what you want~”

Your face flushed a deep red as you tried to cover yourself.

“Aaaaw, don’t try to hide yourself, I heard you moaning for me~”

You whined, feeling the shame and embarrassment seeping into your mind. “Y-you did…?”

Dabi’s chuckle confused you as he fed into your embarrassment.

“Yes, and the way it sounded, and how you smell, is driving me fucking wild baby~”

He wanted to use this gift as much as he could, grinding against you, showing you how hard your noises made him. You shuddered, your toy completely forgotten at the real deal looming above you. You had wanted this for a few months after you met him. He was attractive as all hell, very nice to you, and he seemed to want you for more than just your body, unlike your countless failed dates.

But there was one issue.

He was very clearly not human.

Your mind was reeling with questions as he started kissing up your neck, muttering his praises to you as he felt up your body.

“Doll, I can almost hear your pretty mind running… Is something wrong…?”

You immediately snapped back into reality, where Dabi was above you, a slightly worried look on his flushed face.

“Ah- Yea I’m just… What are you…?”

Dabi chuckled, feeling that pit in his stomach grow slowly again, “Clearly I’m a demon, Doll… Did you make a deal with the devil~?”

Your cute little giggle warmed his chest as you shook your head, flushing red again. “Dabi I… Are you serious…? You’re for real a d-demon…?”

Dabi nodded, feeling a bit prideful as he saw you get flustered, “That’s right babe~”

“Why did you choose me…?”

Dabi’s smug smirk suddenly fell from his face, he grimaced slightly.

“Do we really gotta talk about this doll? It’s kinda-”

“Yes.”

Your sudden dominance made him chuckle, as he sat back on his knees, his tail flicking in slightly irritation.

“Alright alright…. I’m an incubus, and you smell like my next meal. That’s why I want you. I want to taste you,” He moves back to lean over you, “I want to feel you,” He gets closer, his mouth a whisper away from yours, “I want to fuck you full of me~”

Your cute shudder made him groan, and what you said next really made him weak.

“I want you, Dabi…. Please~?”

How could he deny that?

He smirked and licked up the side of your neck, taking another bite before kissing you. He’d never kissed anyone of his other partners before, choosing instead not to keep it nearly as intimate. But with you, he had always felt different. From the way you spoke to him, to the way you spoke about him to your friends over the phone, how eager you were to show him off, even if you weren’t official…

It really did something to him, and he was more than happy to give in to those feelings now.

After all, drinking in your lust for him was ten times better than what he fed off of with other people. Hell, it even tasted better than your regular affection tasted- He was drunk on you.

As you two kissed, you wrapped your arms around him, making him shudder against you. You were so eager, so ready, so excited, just for him.

“Dabi… P-please..?”

“Oooh, so needy… So, so needy… You little slut~”

Your face went red as he moved to start taking off his clothes.

“Such a needy whore, touching yourself wasn’t enough? Your little plastic toy wasn’t enough for you~? You need me baby~?”

His mocking tone was driving you wild, he could tell with how your eyes dilated, your bottom lip quivering as you moaned. When you glanced down at his dick, you could see he was pierced, making you flush even more. Dabi chuckled, rubbing himself on you, and he chuckled feeling how you were already so soaked.

“Damn, you’re soaked baby… Did you use lube on yourself for your little toy, or is it just because of me~?”

His teasing made you whine, but you couldn’t deny it, you loved it…

“Ready f’me~?” He whispered, leaning closer to the side of your head. You nodded, whining again as he slowly pushed in, making you gasp. He was right, your vibrator wasn’t enough for you, Dabi was far better.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, already thrusting into you at an alarmingly fast rate. He was loving how you felt, fucking into you like his life depended on it, pulling out as many moans from you as he could. He bit into your shoulder, up your neck, marking you everywhere he could get his teeth. He wanted you to know who you belonged to, wanted everyone to know you were his.

As he fucked into you, he could hear you trying to mutter something, so he smirked, lifting himself to look at you. “What was that baby? Wanna say somethin’, hm~?”

“Love you…. Love you Dabi~”

That made him snap his hips, making you whine. He looked down at you, eyes wide with shock as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes, blush on your face, drool dripping down your chin as you whined. You were so much better. Because you were telling the truth. He felt his heart clench as you said it again, and he moaned. He gripped your face with one of his hands, kissing you as hard as he could, muttering how he loved you too, how he was close, how you felt like heaven. Your breathing was heavy, your moans were drawn out as you clenched around him, making him gasp and shudder.

“F-fuuuck- Oh fuck doll I’m-”

He didn’t get to finished what he was saying, cumming in you, pushing himself as deep as he could get, making you squeal, and making his smirk even wider.

With your heavy breathing, he pulled out of you and looked at the mess you both made, and he could feel himself practically drooling at the sight. You were shocked when you felt his tongue on you, and in you. You shuddered, feeling him lick you up and down, moaning his name.

“D-Dabi what’re y-youOoooh- D-doing-Aaah~”

He chuckled while his mouth was on you, making you vibrate at the feeling. Lifting off of you for a short minute, he winked.

“Cleaning you up baby, that’s what~”

You moaned again, covering your face with your hands as you blushed in embarrassment- You were so fucking cute, he couldn’t stand it.

“Y-you don’t have t-”

“Mmph-shut up…. Want to.... mmph- want you….”

You squealed again as he nipped at you, and he decided to take it one step further. Putting your legs over his shoulders, he gripped your hips tightly as he ate you out, devouring you in more ways than one. He was worried he’d hurt you, his claws digging into your skin and his hunger being satiated from your pleasure- What if he killed you, just like the others? He was put at ease as he felt your fingers brush through his hair, tugging at his roots gently, as if you would hurt him.

“D-Dabiiii… Dabi I-I’m- Haa~!”

He knew, he could feel you coming undone yet again by him, and he loved every second of it. The combined taste of the both of you on his tongue made him go almost feral as he ate you- Fuck, the smell, the taste, he could barely stop himself as you came again, gently lapping at you to clean you up, finally stopping as you whined. You were probably overstimulated.

When he was done with you, you grabbed him by the face and kissed him, and you didn’t stop kissing him. You pulled him against you, and while you seperated you looked up at him with a smile.

"Dabi… I love you, y'know that right?"

He chuckled, nodding- "Dabi, I'm serious. You told me about your exes, and I want you to know I'm serious."

"Yea doll, I get it-"

You held his face again, putting his forehead against yours.

"You better… Because I love you."

He sighed and kissed you, "Love you too doll…. I really do~"

You smiled, kissing him again. "Good, because now you're stuck with me~"

"Wouldn't want it any other way sweet thing~"

You giggled, sitting up and taking his hand. "What're you doing now doll?"

"We're gonna shower, I'm all sorts of sticky thanks to you. Then, we're gonna cuddle and watch that movie you wanted to show me."

He chuckled, "How did you know I wanted to watch a movie?" He asked, letting you lead him to your bathroom.

"You were talking about it a few days ago, I figured you'd stop by to watch it at some point."

He laughed at that, "Oooh, did someone plan for me to catch them in the act~?"

You winked, "Noooo~"

"Naughty thing~"

"Only for you baby~"

He would be damned if he ever let you go… His Mate.

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[lesbianoms]

Your post about the g/t scenario is making me think of being chased through a forest by a very hungry giantess, and then, finally being captured by her and cooed at for being so adorable.

Of course, she's not going to let you go, but she's also not going to hurt you, either... So, with a languid gulp, you're sent down to her core, which is quite possible the warmest, most tender place you could be. She's just gonna keep you in her stomach for a while, moaning softly as her tiny meal squirms and hits all the right spots along her stomach walls. You can squirm harder if you'd like... But really, it's just making the gorgeous giantess moan louder, and it's just making her tummy slosh and gurgle a little.

hnnnng being chased and eaten by giant women while being lovingly teased>

Aaaahh I wanna be hunted down like the little nervous prey I am and subjected to a wet descent down into gurgly heaven~

This scenario is always so good. Just how casually I’m discarded as a person, but I’m still loved and cared for… that balance of love and lustful hunger in a pred is a trope that never gets old!!

I love it when giant women play with me and call me cute as I squirm around “desperately” inside their cavernous bellies… as the stomach juices bathe me in sticky warmth… rousing up the most monstrous and deep noises from inside of her sweltering gut 💕

Hearing her load moans as I flutter about in her belly… slowlyy coming to terms with the fact that there’s no escape for me until she says so 🤤

[thirstyformoreheizuha]

My current favourite thing from the anime non-canon episodes is definitely the "A Mystery on A Girls' Day Out".

In the episode, Haibara, Ayumi, Ran, Sonoko, and Sato coincidentally meets up with each other and hang out just the five of them. And of course, they're roped into whatever cases the day brings.

IT'S JUST SO FREAKIN ADORABLE AAAHHH.

It's even funnier because Haibara ends up being the chill and composed one in the group. Sato, despite being an adult, is constantly happy and cheerful when spending time with the girls. So imagine Haibara with 4 other hyperactive girls, getting dragged along with the investigation.

Spoiler alert : she solves the case.

AAAAHH IT'S ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

I was so happy to find out there's another "A Mystery on a Girls' Day Out 2". It's episode 1176 for international fans by the way.

I love the dynamic of this unexpected group. I hope they continue with this really cute concept. I need more.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Oh!!! It's a good thing I was staying up late or else I might've missed this!! (Oh god this got a lil long, I'm so sorry ajdgskahd)

Using she/her, how about a kakegurui one where R(eader) is a relative of Yumeko's, maybe her sister (or cousin could work too), and it's like. Yumeko's the fun loving one, her canon sister I imagine is the calm one, and R is like the angry takes no shit from anyone type, and she's there to watch over Yumeko's trouble attracting ass to keep her inline, so to focus on that, she doesn't gamble (Yumeko does enough of that for both of them) but now that's making trouble turn to R instead in the form of an infuriating Kirari, R like back talks to her and would probably bite a hand that gets too close if she has to, and when Kirari in one (underhanded) way or another manages to corner R into a gambling match with some poor soul so Kirari can observe her, R shows that she's just as good and insane as her relatives (though calms down faster?) , aaaahh I don't know what else to add on or how to end this, can't think much this late so here you go!! I hope you have fun!!

The Jabami Blood Flows

Jabami Sister Reader, Yumeko Jabami and Kirari Momobami (Platonic)

A/N: Here it is! Sorry I didn’t really get into the gamble. I couldn’t make myself research exactly how craps works and I’m not smart enough to calculate any math or cheats. The canon gambling timeline might be a little messed up too because it’s been awhile… But I think I captured the spirit of what you were asking for. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,523

(Y/n) couldn’t remember what life was like when her parents were alive, nor could she really remember what her oldest sister Souko was like before Yumeko had to send her away to live in that special hospital. All she knew was that life as a Bami was eat or be eaten, take or be taken from, and she hated it.

When Yumeko told (Y/n) of her plans to transfer to Hyakkaou, she was dead set against her going. That was where she went to school, Momobami Kirari. The one who had a hand in their older sister’s decline in mental health along with their own aunt. However, nothing that she said to Yumeko could get her to change her mind. So (Y/n) did what any good and responsible sister would do and filled out her own transfer papers so she could tag along.

It was difficult keeping track of Yumeko when they were two years apart, especially when the middle school was in a separate wing of the sprawling building.

But after she had heard about Yumeko becoming a house pet within the first week, (Y/n) had nearly blown a gasket. In retaliation, she quickly sized up the casino disguised as a school and realized the students could do basically whatever they wanted. (Y/n) was disciplined, a diligent worker and good student, so she got all of her schoolwork ahead of time and did it at home so she could keep an eye on Yumeko throughout the day.

She allowed Yumeko to take part in the Debt Swapping Game to undo the damage she had done to herself and her “new friend” Saotome, but after that (Y/n) was all over her… not that her nagging was very affective, unfortunately.

“You’re so cute when you pout!” Yumeko gushed, squeezing (Y/n)’s cheeks.

(Y/n) grabbed her sister’s wrists and groaned, “Neesan, I’m serious! No more gambling! We have the money, pay off the debt so you can stop wearing that ridiculous tag!”

“Sweet little sister, always looking out for me. You don’t worry so much, okay? I want to keep this tag just for awhile longer.”

“Why? It makes no sense, people treat you worse than an animal!” (Y/n) only got more upset the longer this conversation dragged on, “Get rid of it!”

“I’m not going to do that,” Yumeko smiled, somehow so carefree, “it makes for some really interesting gambles!”

“You’re so stupid!” (Y/n) suddenly yelled, finally shocking the smile off of Yumeko’s face, replaced by mild surprise, “It’s like you want to end up like Oneesan, you want to leave me all alone!”

“(Y/n)—“ Yumeko reached out her hand to (Y/n) but she ran passed her and kept running until she found an empty classroom to cry in.

She couldn’t cry forever though, and soon fell into a quiet, simmering anger that began to boil the more she thought about how their lives had come to this.

“Momobami Kirari.” She hissed hatefully. She ruined Souko and was in the process of taking Yumeko away from her too. Well, (Y/n) wasn’t going to standby quietly.

She wiped her eyes and and stood up, tromping through the halls, she followed the signs until she came to the Student Council room and without bothering to knock, she pushed the door open with a loud thump, making the pair that resided within look up.

“You can’t just charge in here like that!” Sayaka was quick to reprimand.

But Kirari put up a hand, “Don’t be troubled, Sayaka. It’s just one of my dear little cousins paying me a visit. I’d recognize a Jabami anywhere. Care for tea, (Y/n)? I haven’t seen you since you were quite small, you’ve grown a lot.”

“Jabami…” Sayaka’s mood soured a bit more. One Jabami was already one snake too many.

“And you look very cute in the middle school uniform.” Kirari continued on, tilting her head towards Sayaka, “I remember your middle school days Sayaka, you looked very cute in that uniform too, although this one is nice as well.” She tugged on the hem of Sayaka’s jacket for emphasis.

“Thah- thank you, President.” And like that, Sayaka was subdued, but still a little wary of their impromptu guest.

“I don’t want your stupid tea, or small talk!” (Y/n) yelled. “I want you to get rid of the house pet system!”

“You can’t just storm in here and demand such a thing!” Sayaka bristled.

“Ah, is Yumeko refusing to pay off her debt?” Kirari sat back in her chair slightly, “Unfortunately for you, I’m not inclined to accept your request. Your sister is just too fun to watch.”

“I hate you!” (Y/n) seethed, Kirari’s eyes widened, but it was clear amusement rather than surprise at the outburst, “I hate what the Bami clan is under your rule! If it was someone else— if things could have been different— My parents would be alive, Souko wouldn’t be in the hospital and you wouldn’t be trying to take Yumeko from me right now! I hate gambling! I hate that when people gamble, they are risking the happiness of people they are supposed to care about too! I hate you for pitting everyone against each other all the time! You have the power to stop all this before we all destroy each other for good, but you don’t use it, and I despise you for it!”

“Oh my,” Kirari cupped her between her thumb and index fingers, “so much resentment for a girl so young. Are you sure you aren’t Saotome’s little sister?” She chuckled.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Is it not? I find it a bit amusing at least. For someone with Jabami blood flowing through her veins, you are very adamantly going against your nature. It’s interesting. You might be one to watch as well.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I think Yumemi has plans for your sister today. You might want to start making your way to the auditorium to cheer her on.” Kirari said instead, steepling her fingers in front of her coral blue lips.

A look of realization and then dread fell over (Y/n)’s face. She gave Kirari one more glare, then bolted from the student council room.

“What a rude girl!” Sayaka huffed. “Has she no respect for upperclassmen at all?”

“Easy Sayaka,” Kirari soothed with a teasing lilt, “I think my week just became a little more interesting.”

***

In the days after Yumeko’s admittedly unique gamble against Yumemi, (Y/n) had taken to giving her dear older sister the cold shoulder. It made Yumeko sad and pouty of course, but until she could promise (Y/n) that she was done gambling for good, (Y/n) refused to talk to her. She started going back to her classes like normal instead of following her sister around and did her best not to think about all the bad situations Yumeko could be putting herself through.

But she couldn’t ignore her sister for long, not when an unfamiliar upperclassman came to her classroom to summon her for a gamble. Apparently, Yumeko had got herself in a lot more trouble than (Y/n) had dared thought possible, or so the house pet had claimed.

“Where is she? Yumeko!” (Y/n) ran into the room, only turning around when she heard the door lock behind her. “Hey! What are you doing? Open the door!”

“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.”

(Y/n) whipped her head to the back of the room to see a tired looking upperclassman, another house pet, sitting at a fancy craps table in front of a large mirror that almost took up the whole wall.

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to get back at Jabami for what she and Saotome did to me at that damn debt swapping game. You’re her little sister, right? What am I saying, of course you are.”

“What do you want? Who are you?” (Y/n) asked defensively.

“Kiwatari Jun.” The upperclassman answered with a smirk, “And I’m gonna turn you into a house pet.”

“Like hell you are. You can’t force someone into a gamble unless they are part of the council. Unlock the door.” (Y/n) commanded, but Jun chuckled darkly.

“You’re right, I can’t make you do anything, but the door is locked from the outside, and I don’t have the key.”

“Then I guess we’re just stuck here forever until we die.” (Y/n) hotly retorted.

“Not the case,” he knocked on the mirror behind him. “See this, it’s a one way window. People can see us, but we can’t see them. Once we gamble, someone will come and let us out.”

“I’m not going to gamble you.”

“You will. Word is your sister is going on a gambling tear without you yapping in her ear. She’s got a real big gamble coming up today with that crazy Beautification Committee officer. You know, the one who likes swinging a gun around.”

“Yumeko already gambled her and was disappointed. She wants nothing to do with Ikishima now.” (Y/n) had really hated that gamble. It was exceedingly frightening. She was glad Yumeko had been put off by Midari’s recklessness in some shape.

“She came up with a new gamble that really has your sister going. Safe to say she’s giving her another chance. I don’t expect you to believe me, but is it really a risk your willing to take? If you aren’t there… you might not see her again.”

(Y/n)’s blood froze. She didn’t want to believe this guy, in fact, she was sure he was lying, but her fear of losing Yumeko was stronger than reason. Saving Yumeko was the only thing she could think of that was truly worth gambling for…

“What is the game?” She finally asked through gritted teeth.

“Craps,” he swept his arm over the table, “A simple dice game, what do you say?”

“I want to test the dice.”

Jun exhaled though his nose, “Not a gambler, huh? You sure seem to know what to look for.”

“When you grow up in the world that I have, you can’t help but pick up a thing or two.” (Y/n) sat down at the opposite side of the table, she could feel her heartbeat picking up like it would at the starting line of a race, or before reading a speech in class. She hated the feeling. She hated how her body loved the feeling. The excitement of doing something that felt totally crazy.

Despite not remembering her mother very well, she was definitely her daughter. That blood flowed through her veins as it did with Yumeko and Souko. A red glow briefly reflected off of her eyes.

“Are we doing this, or not?”

All of Jun’s little tricks were exposed round after round, but even if (Y/n) had let them slide, she was rolling perfectly every time, a skill she had picked up by merely watching Souko practice as a toddler, just a baby even. If she wasn’t so dead set against gambling, she could probably be making millions of yen a week. Her playing style reminded Jun more of Mary, but every once in awhile, she’d make an absolutely insane call that could only be something a Jabami would ever think to do.

It didn’t take long before all of the money the student council had leant him was on the other side of the table and with it, his dreams of freeing himself from his house pet chains. Now he was another four million yen in the hole.

“No… you’re just a snot-nosed middle schooler!” He hissed, pounding his fists against the table, making the dice and chips clink together. “I was supposed to win.”

“Idiot.” (Y/n) smirked, the red gleam appeared in her eyes once more, “Don’t you know nothing is guaranteed in gambling, nothing but disappointment for someone anyway.” She got up from her chair, not even caring to take her winnings with her. “A pity a had to lose my no gambling streak because of you. You weren’t even a challenge.”

She walked over to the door, pleased to see it was already opening in anticipation of her approach. She was a little surprised to see it was Sayaka who opened the door, however. She was even more surprised when Sayaka pulled her forward and a zapping noise met her ears, followed by a heavy object hitting the ground. She turned to see Jun curled up on the floor and saw the taser in Sayaka’s hand. He must have been coming up to attack her for humiliating him so badly.

“You never learn, do you, Kiwatari?” Sayaka tisked, “Lose with dignity for once.”

“Thank you for the show, Jabami (Y/n).” Kirari rounded the corner seconds later. She must have been watching from the other side of the glass. Suddenly this impromptu gamble was making a lot more sense. Jun didn’t seem smart enough to come up with a scheme like this himself.

“I should have paired you up with someone interesting, but I wanted to see what I was working with first. You did not disappoint. We will have to do something like this again soon.”

“No way,” (Y/n) could already feel herself coming down from the brief high of gambling a upperclassman into submission, “I’m not going to let you catch me in a position like this again. No way in hell! Yumeko isn’t even in trouble, is she?”

Kirari smiled, “No, she’s not. However, I’m sure I could make an offer or two you simply would not be able to refuse. Whether it’s to forbid your sister from gambling in this school again, ending the house pet system, dethroning me as student council president, or even as the head of the Bami clan, I’m sure we could work something out. I think it would be really exciting for us to gamble one day.”

(Y/n) hated the shiver of excitement that ran up her spine. There were a couple of options in that short list she wouldn’t mind seeing to fruition, yet she shook her head and bumped into Kirari as she passed her.

“Just stay away from me!”

“I’ll be seeing you around, (Y/n). Have a good rest of your day.” Kirari waved, watching (Y/n) stomp away with amusement.

***

“Oh, (Y/n)?” Yumeko was surprised that after days of the cold shoulder, (Y/n) had sought her out for a hug, but she was very happy for the suprise affection to say the least and instantly returned the embrace. “You’re being so sweet to me! What brought this on, I wonder?”

“Don’t gamble with Ikishima ever again, got it?” (Y/n) ordered, “And always make sure you have your phone on you so I can ask you what you’re up to, okay?”

“Okay, okay!” Yumeko giggled, “You don’t have to worry. That person you just mentioned is dead to me anyway.”

A strangled moan of Yumeko’s name could be heard in the distance, but no one acknowledged it.

“Hey,” Yumeko’s eyes lit up, “let’s go do something fun this weekend. Just you and me, anything you want, okay?”

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)’s lips and she nodded, hugging her sister tighter.

“Yeah!”

[10thmusemoon]

"Pride and Pest-ilence"

X-Posted from twitter and ao3 Rating: M Fandom: SVSSS Ship: MoShang (M/M) Word Count: 5,736 Tags: Comedy, c!blocked by administrative duties, ADP vs the sect, the horrifying ordeal of having coworkers

Summary:

An infestation has come to Cang Qiong Mountain sect. Shang Qinghua is so exhausted trying to resolve it and keep his disciples from actively committing (justified!) murder, why did Mobei Jun choose now of all times to try and seduce him?!

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Shang Qinghua is going to throw up. Mobei Jun is straddled above him, carefully peeling back his robes and running his hands over all his exposed skin. Groping shamelessly at the softness of his stomach, and chest leaving Shang Qinghua so hard that there is no way he doesn’t feel it. He definitely feels Mobei Jun pressing against his thigh. Just as Shang Qinghua is tensing up, anticipating the tongue descending down his chest, there’s a thumping at his door. Mobei Jun pauses for just a moment, long enough to meet his eyes in a question and receive a shake of a head for an answer. “Not unless the peaks are on fire.”

Undeterred, his king continues his descent and at the first touch of that cold tongue against his nipple he- -Is pushing Mobei Jun off the bed. The emergency alarm bell system he set up, the one only the sect leader or his head disciple can activate is going crazy.

They are only meant to activate it at the most crucial of emergencies, ones that need An Ding Peak’s immediate all hands on deck attention. In the 30 years he has been a peak lord, it has never gone off. Until now.

Shoving on his robes, he looks over at his king apologetically and places a finger to his lips. “My king this- this is an emergency! Just stay here for a moment, just a moment and I’ll find out what it is.”

Mobei Jun slumps back against the floor, the tent in his pants still obvious, and Shang Qinghua wants to cry at the sight of it. The promise land was so close!! Someone better be dying!!

Someone is not dying. It’s worse than that. Instead all of An Ding Peak is about to want to die and leave the sect in shambles and Shang Qinghua wouldn’t blame them.

It’s telling of the situation that beore he even has the chance to say anything, t his cute (terrifying) head disciple’s hand shoves through the crack in his door to yank at his sleeve. “Promise Shizun, promise me you won’t leave.” That’s not good!!! Not good at all!!

The last time she made him promise not to bail on the sect was when an enterprising pair of senior Zui Xian Peak disciples had exploded several barrels of wine, lit a store house, two dorms, and a whole orchard on fire. It had taken a full week to isolate the fires to a portion of the peak and another to  finally put them out. An Ding Peak disciples then spent three months of nonstop work reconstructing the lost buildings, helping salvage the orchard, and take inventory of what was lost.

An even then, Shang Qinghua's emergency wards had not been rung! So somehow... this is worse. Wu Zhao's fierce grip is threatening to tear his robes and he tries to pat at her hand comfortingly. Her expression only darkens. "This...master promises. What is it, what's happened?"

It's worse than anything Shang Qinghua could have imagined. After closing the door he's running back to his room to dig through his chest of items, there's- there has to be- "Qinghua." This will come in handy too and- "Qinghua!"

Spinning to face his bed, Shang Qinghua's anxiety momentarily shuts down and his brain shuts down. Mobei Jun is naked. On his bed. Shang Qinghua wants to cry. "My King, I...I cannot tell you how badly I want to stay, there is nothing more I want to do-"

Mobei Jun's expression is akin to that of a prize winning luxury cat coming across dollar store kibble. There is a stilted, and quite frankly offended, air to the way he pulls together his clothes. "Qinghua knows how to call this king." Aaaahh he's moping!!

Even the summoned portal feels a little dejected in it's wobbliness. -

An Ding Peak is at war. Shang Qinghua has worked day in and day out, his disciples are dropping one by one in exhaustion. Each is one poorly worded request away from murdering their off peak martial siblings. There's been an infestation.

Blinking Silver Crawlers have been brought to the sect. What was once a throwaway plot device to have Luo Binghe go on an Indiana Jones style quest to find an artifact in a lost library has become Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's nightmare. Specifically An Ding Peak's nightmare.

These insect on steroids eat all sorts of organic materials. Paper, wood, glue, cloth, you name it! And to make matters worst, they blink in and out of existence and reproduce at a rapid rate. Catching them is nearly impossible. They could be anywhere. The are everywhere.

The thing is, this shouldn't have happened. It shouldn’t have been possible. An Ding Peak has devised an extensive pest management system that has been integrated across all peaks and vendors. There isn't a single person that is exempt from participating in it, including the sect leader! There are pest logs, weekly sweeps, that are supposed to take place on each peak. There’s very detailed isolation procedures for new cargo brought up the mountains. There are specialized wards to deter insects that must be up kept!

Which means, someone hasn't been doing their due diligence to follow proper procedures and reporting practices. Shang Qinghua and his Hall Masters have resorted to confiscating the traditional An Ding Peak Welcome Knife that Wu Zhao gifts the new disciples after their first year. All it took was for a single incident of a disciple implying that It Wasn't That Serious for a sleep deprived group of An Ding disciples to go stab happy. Shang Qinghua doesn't blame them. Zhangmen-shixiong, however, does.

Zhangmen-shixiong can stick his morals where the sun doesn’t shine!!!! By the end of the first week since the infestation was reported, they've lost eight storehouses across five peaks!!! It has been, thankfully, mostly laundry houses, restock locations, and extra lumber. But there have been sightings near the libraries, which is a disaster waiting to happen. Cang Qiong Mountain sect is a purveyor of knowledge, all sorts of rare texts exist across all the highly specialized peaks. Everything from cultivation techniques to the last hundred years of farming history, to even the migration patterns of local fauna is stored in the libraries. And An Ding Peak is responsible for all of it.

In theory, each peak should be responsible for managing the upkeep and care of their own libraries. In reality, no one in this sect can be trusted to wipe their ass without an An Ding disciple telling them how and then doing it themselves when it isn't done correctly.

There is a reason why An Ding Peak’s head disciples have to be nominated by Hall Masters to even be considered for the position, and even then there is stress testing involved with in a rigorous apprenticeship regiment program. They have back ups. That's also why the An Ding Peak Lords are Like That.

It's a certain type of personality that can be the head of customer service, housekeeping, construction, negotiation, and IT all in one. Definitely no one sane and ethical can succeed in the position. It's one of the rare peaks where entitled nobles do not thrive, and are actually at a disadvantage. After so many years of this, it's not uncommon for the senior disciples to become cutthroat. Shang Qinghua sabotaged his way the top, and Wu Zhao has done the same.

That is the An Ding way. So, it is not an exaggeration to say that Shang Qinghua is acting in the capacity likened to that of a war general. Every morning he meets with his 12 Hall masters over giant map of all the peaks located in the An Ding meeting hall. They go over where the infestation has been spotted, what wards have been recently renewed, and what tactics have been tried (and failed) to quarantine locations.

There are daily report on the state of their disciples and the rising tensions among the other peaks based on who have clearly not been doing their part in the integrated pest management system.

Then, every evening, Shang Qinghua summarizes this knowledge to the other peak lords who have, quite frankly, an obscene range of understanding of the severity of the situation. Shang Qinghua wants to kill his martial siblings.

There is a meeting where Wei Qingwei, whose peak works mostly with inorganic materials, makes a joke about the pest logs and Liu Qingge comments implying that he didn't even know they existed. It makes Shang Qinghua sees red, leaves him wishing Luo Binghe had actually burned the sect down.

Before he has time to leap over the table and die at the end of Liu Qingge's sword, sweet beautiful Qi Qingqi is chastising them until they are shamefaced and silent. By the time he heads home at the end of each night, Shang Qinghua is nothing more than a pile of tension headaches stacked a top one another, and held together by a soggy noodle.

He is definitely, not in the mood to have rigorous demon sex with a Mobei Jun that keeps showing up in varying states of dress. Despite how he desperately wants to! Despite how Mobei Jun looks increasingly dejected and pathetic each time he turns him down!

Don't blame this servant, my king! Little Airplane cannot shoot towards the sky when existence is a prison and life is an insect fueled nightmare. No matter how nice your tits look in that sheer robe!

When Mobei Jun shows up with nipple piercings, intricate jewelry connecting the two heavenly peaks, Shang Qinghua turns around and leaves his house without a word. He's halfway to Qiong Ding Peak to resign when his head disciple catches him and drags him off to eat in the An Ding Peak communal cafeteria that has quickly turned into a 24 hour spot. It has developed all the liminal energy of a city diner that never closes. Surrounded by his crying, angry, disciples cursing the other peaks to the high heavens, Shang Qinghua feels truly seen.

By the fourth week, when cultivation manuals start to be devoured and the usual laundry services have come to a stall, the rest of the sect wakes up to the reality of the issue. An Ding Peak almost wishes they hadn't. Everyone has solutions. Everyone is so creative.

Some solutions are tame, if ineffective. Qian Cao disciples, sick of having their bandages devoured, start leaving out sticky traps in the hopes of deterring and capturing the insects. Which would be fine!!! If not for the Blinking part of Blinking Silver Crawlers.

The bastards get caught in the trap, blink out of existence next to it, then eat the glue trap. Mu Qingfang looks especially embarrassed at this development and all Shang Qinghua can do about is pat his favorite shidi on the back in sympathy.

And then there are the idiots. Zhangmen-shixiong, the coward, can't even tell Shang Qinghua himself when it happens. Instead, he sends his head disciple, the one he knows Shang Qinghua's head disciple has a soft spot for, with the message. In an attempt to make the environment inhospitable to the insects, Qiong Ding Peak disciples teamed up with both the beast peak and Zui Xian Peak to develop an alcohol based pesticide. It's highly flammable.

They lose food stores on two peaks to the flames, not the insects. When they dispatch An Ding disciples to, once again, control the fires, Shang Qinghua has to hold back his head disciple from going with them. To avoid a public execution, he steals her away to the noodle stall at the base of the mountain where they drown their sorrows in food and alcohol. Shang Qinghua is absolutely shit faced when Mobei Jun arrives that night. He isn't even trying to seduce him, this time. He's wearing his normal opened court robes when Shang Qinghua bursts into tears and buries his face in that beautiful chest. The cold does wonders for his headache and alcohol induced flush. Claws gently card through his hair as Mobei Jun holds him until he falls asleep.

A week later, Mobei Jun shows up with his chest heaving and flushed, clearly under the effects of an aphrodisiac of some sort. Shang Qinghua, having predicted this and prepared for this, grabs the all purpose healing spray he made and douses Mobei Jun until he portals away with all the dignity of a wet cat. Head pressed against his table, Shang Qinghua wonders at what his life has become.

The next day, after the morning meeting with his Hall Masters, Shang Qinghua receives news that Shen Qingqiu has returned to the peak and flies over to immediately. Cucumber bro has been gone for the majority of this nightmare and he needs his obsessive insights on these pests immediately. He's barely touched down on Qing Jing Peak when he sees the tell tale signs of disciples running around with their head's cut off. "Shishu! Shang-shishu! Wait!" "Is it a library?" They’ve started shutting some down on other peaks, if they have to do so for Qing Jing Peak then the shit really has hit the fan. "No but-" "Later then!"

He's barely touched down in front of the Bamboo House when a chill starts going down his spine. The screens are gone, eaten through by their tiny nightmares. The door frame is only barely there at all. "Uhhh, Cucumber -bro?" The door is partly open, unable to close due to the state of the wood, and there is the sound of movements coming from inside the house. Normally, all of this would be enough to warn Shang Qinghua away from entering. The last thing he needs is to be dragged into their deadly exhibition kink and yet- An ominous feeling has come over him. "Bro?" Cracking open the door further, his heart drops out of his chest.

The Bamboo House has been ransacked. Or better yet, invaded. The shelves that once held an assortment of scrolls are empty, the infrastructure of it barely standing. The low table they used to eat at is half gone, walls that once had beautiful tapestries draped elegantly across them are empty.

And in the middle of it all, is the remains of a cargo box.

Noticeably missing the bright green approval mark of An Ding Peak's containment and isolation procedures. Seconds after the shocking sight sets in, Shen Qingqiu rounds a corner and his frantic eyes tell Shang Qinghua everything he needs to know. "YOU!"

"Airplane- it's not- wait! WAIT!" Shang Qinghua excels at surviving, he has a healthy appreciation for not doing anything that puts him at risk. Especially when a certain protagonist is involved.

However. There comes a time in every man's life when he has to throw self-preservation to the wind and let instincts, an animalistic drive for vengeance, take over. This is that time for Shang Qinghua.

He has spent the better part of two months fighting for his life to keep the peaks standing. And he knows, he knows, how this is going to play out once everyone finds out. Yue Qingyuan, OG simp for Shen Qingqiu, will not even give him a slap on the wrist. (He thinks, bitterly, that Shen Jiu never would have let this happen.)

The only justice that will be served here will be at Shang Qinghua's hand. And so. Shang Qinghua tackles Shen Qingqiu.

For two immortal cultivators, their screeches are more suited to an elementary school's play ground. The stars have aligned for Shang Qinghua. He is not immediately murdered by the protagonist.

And so he bleeds every second of life dry to pull at Shen Qingqiu's hair and use that god forsaken fan to punctuate each of his words. "HOW! COULD! YOU!" It's not a question, not at all. "I didn't know!!! We had to leave so quickly!" "WE! HAVE! PROCEDURES!"

“Airplane! Stop! Stop- DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!” He did. He’s not proud of it. But also he kind of is.

The moment he feels the threatening aura of death enter the peak, Shang Qinghua calls on his escape vehicle. “My KING!” Mobei Jun, who has grown progressively desperate for Shang Qinghua’s attention, doesn’t hesitate to rip open a portal to him. Throwing Shen Qingqiu’s fan, and some strands of hair, back at him, he points two fingers to his own eyes and then back at the other transmigrator. “We’re not done here!” Then he steps through the chilling portal back to his room, where he proceeds to curse Shen Qingqiu to all heaven and hell. Mobei Jun, now used to these tirades, waits patiently on the bed for Shang Qinghua to run out of steam. When an appropriate stopping point presents itself, he shrugs off the top layer of his robe and opens holds out his open arms.

Like a moth to the flame, Shang Qinghua immediately changes course to end up in Mobei Jun’s arms. The Northern King forces him to lay down, holding him gently, though just tight enough to apply a comforting pressure. It’s not long before Shang Qinghua’s insults sputter out and he’s simply laying, face deep, against Mobei Jun’s sternum. Enjoying the moment, the demon rybs tiny circles into Shang Qinghua’s lower back until he relaxes further. “Junshang might kill me.”

That was nice while it lasted. Exhaling, Mobei Jun tries to keep the fear from his voice. “Why?“ “I bit Shen Qingqiu during our fight.” Ears twitching, Mobei Jun’s anxiety wars with his jealousy. “Did you break skin?”

Shang Qinghua lifts his head enough to rest his chin in the muscles of his chest instead of between them. The offended huffs of air give him an answer before Shang Qinghua can verbalize it. “I’m mad, not stupid.” Mobei Jun hums in the affirmative and they lay wrapped up in each other a little longer. When the emperor of the demon realm does Not come bursting through the door, he decides to push his luck and kiss and bite at the line of Shang Qinghua’s throat until he’s squirming with interest.

“My- My King!” Shang Qinghua’s heart is beating like a war drum through the artery in his neck, and together with his panting breaths, it’s the sweetest song Mobei Jun has ever heard.

Gaining in confidence at finally having a victory, he slowly worms a clawed hand between the yellow robes of An Ding Peak to massage and pinch at Shang Qinghua’s chest, relishing at how arches into the touch. That same hand starts untying his lover’s belt when Shang Qinghua completely stills.

“No, absolutely not.” Immediately, he retracts his hand and raise his gaze to Shang Qinghua’s panic stricken face. Afraid he’s done something wrong he also stills. “Shang Qinghua…” But Shang Qinghua’s gaze isn’t focused on Mobei Jun, instead it’s trained on the opposite wall.

“Not in my home!“

Shang Qinghua is going to Qi deviate. His leisure house has even more wards against pests than any of the libraries still standing. The only way this, this abomination he created, could have made its way in is if he brought it. From Shen Qingqiu’s infested home.

Scrambling, he tries to pull himself from Mobei Jun’s arms. He can’t- he can’t let this live!! There is too much at stake in his home for the sake of both the cultivation and demon realm. Strong arms only tighten further until he is flaying to get free.

“My King, let-LET GO!! I have- I have to Kill it!! Before it blinks away and it too late-“ It’s teleporting! Aahhh!!! In his struggle, he misses the way Mobei Jun’s pupils, which had been pleasant orbs of black only moments before, snap to the tiniest sliver of darkness. “Shang! Qinghua!”

A furious blast of cold air goes through the room, Shang Qinghua flinches and draws into his king’s chest for protection from the sting of it. A light tapping sound is heard and Shang Qinghua watches as a portal drops the lifeless bodies of four Blinking Silver Crawlers to the middle of his floor. “This is the plague you face?” The disdain, no the loathing, bleeds in Mobei Jun’s voice.

“The great Cang Qiong sect brought to their knees by Starlit Nuisances?” Shang Qinghua shakes from where his eyes remained glued to the immovable pile of insects. “What- no, no these are Blinking Silver Crawlers.” An offended sniff. “Qinghua doubts this King?”

“What! No, no my King of course not!” Rushing to placate Mobei Jun involves a lot of soft petting of his hair and face. “But, uh, what do you mean by… Starlit Nuisances?” “They’re children’s playthings.” They are, apparently, the Northern demon equivalent of rollie pollies.

Shang Qinghua has no choice but to lay there, mouth ajar, while his beautiful king explains that the menace of archivists in the south are nothing more than barometers for demon children’s qi.

His cousins from his mother’s tribe would predict where they would blink to next and open a portal to drop them at another location before they could do so. While the ice demons from his father’s side would create elaborate mazes to watch them escape out of. There is also, apparently, a specific temperature that will kill them instantly. Children would take turns freezing them at colder and colder temperatures until the loser would reach that temperature, finally killing the insect. Morbid but well…demons.

Mobei Jun, quite smugly, informed him that he had been the best at all these games, having always been in perfect control of his qi. Shang Qinghua indulgently nodded along and praised him despite remembering, vividly, the times he had frozen things unintentionally in their youth.

But also, hmm….. Slowly, a plan starts to formulate in his mind and the more he thinks on it, the more feasible it becomes. Shang Qinghua feels a satisfied smile stretch across his face.

Sliding his hands down that firm chest, pausing a moment for a nice long grope, Shang Qinghua pulls in closer as he dips his fingers beneath Mobei Jun’s belt. “My King,” he whispers, “tell me more about your qi control.”

Right before the peak lord meeting is set to start, Shang Qinghua gets one last kiss in and leaves behind a happily purring and disheveled Mobei Jun in his bed. Despite the obvious strain in his legs, there is a spring in his step and he feels the lightest he has in years. Not even Luo Binghe’s glowering face, just outside the door to the meeting, is enough to deter his mood. Well, mostly. “Shang-shishu.” !!!!!!! So he’s not dying anytime soon! Cucumber must feel really, really, guilty. Perfect!

Elated, he grins back at the demon emperor whose life he’s about to ruin and bounces his head in the imitation of a nod. “Luo-shizhi! So good to see you!” When he steps into the meeting, all his sect sibling look various degrees of exhausted. Shen Qingqiu, he notices, has already pulled out his fan to hide behind. A quick glance over at Yue Qingyuan’s smiling, and tired, face tells him everything he needs to know about whether the truth has been revealed. Perfect!!!

Discretely, he sends a hand signal to the An Ding disciples in charge of catering this meeting and waits for them to sign back the affirmative. The leading disciple approaches him with an aid of nervousness and says, loud enough for everyone to hear:

“This disciple regrets to inform Shizun that the kitchen in charge of the meal tonight was also infested and, well, there will be no food for this meeting.” The downcast look of embarrassment deserves a Golden Rooster!! He loves his little scammers!

Paying careful attention to the discontent grumble of his martial siblings, Shang Qinghua squeezes his disciple’s shoulder with one hand, and taps a practiced pattern against it with his fingers. His disciple nods silently.

“This shizun understands, there’s nothing to be done about it! It’s a good thing all peak lords practice inedia.” They do, but everyone prefers to eat when stressed! The deep sighs around him seem to agree.

“Take the rest of the evening off and go get some rest, if the work schedule is correct, I’m certain the disciples beneath you are all on their 15th hour of work cleaning this mess.”

They’re not, Shang Qinghua’s work schedule for disciples has become so elaborate to ensure they weren’t dropping from exhaustion anymore. But the guilty looks of the peak lords around him means they don’t know that.

Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a jade ring stamped with his seal. “Take this to head disciple Wu and inform her to start Emergency Gold Procedures for tomorrow morning. Any non-essential An Ding disciple is having a late start, we’ll follow up with the rest later after the morning meeting.”

The dramatic gasp his disciple lets out before running off is enough to draw everyone’s attention to him. He’s a little breathless when he says,“Yes Shizun, right away!” Whatever they think is happening is almost certainly wrong.

Emergency Gold Code, as An Ding disciples know, simply means “Shizun is about to spoil you lavishly so be good and be quiet.” It was only partially made up so Shang Qinghua could bribe his disciples into cooperating when in front of non An Ding ears. The other part was an excuse to embezzle-ahem- appropriately distribute sect funds to spoil himself and his disciples. Shang Qinghua may no longer be broke but he’ll never forget what it was like to be the little guy being pushed around! (Though in some ways he still is.)

Yue Qingyuan’s kindly, yet punchable, face is trained on him when he turns around. “Is everything alright, Shang-shidi?” Humming, Shang Qinghua goes to his seat and only winces slightly at having to kneel. Maybe they were too enthusiastic earlier.

“There’s been a development in the case.” The despair in the room is palpable, the last Development In The Case involved losing another two laundry storehouses and a year’s worth of supply of talisman paper. Sealant glue and corks devoured, they also lost a storehouse of wine.

“An Ding Peak has lost five storehouses, three of which provide food for the sect.” They haven’t. Airplane always thought it was a dumb oversight to have the supply guy and money guy be the same person. Yeah he wrote it in, and it’s served him and the OG nicely, but logistically, it makes no sense. “So we will continue rationing procedures until the sect’s quarantine is over.” Hesitant, Qi Qingqi asks, “Shang-shixiong, will the procedures….worsen?”

Looking around the room, he catches the grimaces of several peak lords who were not vigilant in following the pest management system. It is not a coincidence that their food rationing has been more on the bland side of things. Those that did exceptionally well maintaining their logs, and proved to be helpful, and decent to the An Ding disciples during this time, have ended up with what is considered a more normal delivery of food. On the down low, of course. Qi-shimei owes Liu Mingyan her fucking life.

With a genial smile, he says. “No shimei, things will continue as they have been.” Relief washes over her and she nods a thanks. Liu Qingge, who has been bound to the peak until the quarantine lifts, pipes up. “When can we leave?” Which is just what Shang Qinghua needed.

Bai Zhan Peak has been hit especially hard by the flavorless food rationing, a slowdown in repairs and laundry services, the peak quarantines, and the suddenly stab happy An Ding disciples. Wu Zhao has received no less than 6 marriage proposals. She only stabbed four of them too! From what his sources say, the Qiong Ding head disciple started sulking after the second proposal. Oh young love!

So when Shang Qinghua replies, “Soon, shidi.” He is amongst the most eager to sit up at attention. Ever their fearless leader, Yue Qingyuan is the one to ask, “Is An Ding Peak close to solving this matter?”

Shang Qinghua’s smile and tone stay warm, as if nothing can touch him in this moment.

“Yes, Zhangmen-shixiong,” here he pauses for dramatic effect, just long enough to let the peak lords work themselves up. “After finding out the infestation started with Shen-shixiong on Qing Jing Peak, we found the solution shortly after.”

The man in question fans himself faster, eyes darting from peak lord to peak lord, all of which have immediately gone silent. Even Yue Qingyuan’s face looks irritated and strained.

“This is a good reminder that the isolation and containment procedures for new cargo brought to the sect must always be followed. Especially before leaving the item unattended.” And there goes any plausible excuse. The room erupts into chaos.

Peak lords are sprinting over their tables to surround Shen Qingqiu, who keeps frantically looking over at Shang Qinghua and Yue Qingyuan. The sect leader, in all his exhausted glory, remains seated with his eyes close, alternating inhaling and exhaling deeply. He can’t subcome to the desperate silent pleas if he can’t see them! Shang Qinghua’s respect for him raises a few points from the depths of hell it had dropped to during this time.

As the shouts escalate, Shang Qinghua makes his way over to sit next to the first character he ever made for PIDW. The conscious effort he's making to not go defend his favored shidi reminds Shang Qinghua why he liked him so much.

"Zhangmen-shixiong." "Yes, shidi?" "I have some demands." Ah! A sigh so deep from the man who has the weight of hundreds of lives on his shoulders. Shang Qinghua has been fielding all the inner sect complaints but Qiong Ding Peak received all the ones coming from the outside. The quarantine of a great sect is no small deal, especially one as vast as Cang Qiong who's various specialties impact all manner of day to day lives. "Of course, please inform this shixiong how he can help."

He had drafted his list of demands between refractory periods, blissed out and dazed from Mobei Jun's attention, he had let nearly every thought make it onto the list. Even the petty ones. Especially the petty ones.

"The contractor that will be managing the removal of the infestation must be paid out of Shen Qingqiu's personal stipend." Given that he was rich from his husband's side as well, this wasn't the real punishment. "Of course, what else?"

"Shen-shixiong must remain on the peaks to oversee the reconstruction and supervise the contractors." At that, the sect leader finally opens his eyes. Thick brows climbing high on his face. "How long is that expected to take?"

Technically, Mobei Jun could probably take care of it in about 2-3 weeks time if he worked diligently. But the small army of demon children that they will be contracting out to will not have that attention span, and Shen Qingqiu will need time and patience to wrangle them. The rebuilding efforts will take some time too.

"Three to four months at minimum." Yue Qingyuan does nothing to hide the pleased little smile that brings him. A quarter of the year with the Qing Jing Peak lord in house, communicating constantly with Qiong Ding on the state of the recovery.

"This shidi will also be on vacation during that time." The smile drops. Shang Qinghua does everything possible to look into Yue Qingyuan's very soul and communicate how absolutely non-negotiable this is. "Y-yes, that can be arranged. Is there more?" There is.

The sounds of Cucumber trying, and failing, to defend himself in the background is such a sweet sound to hear during their negotiation. That Luo Binghe hasn't come in storming in to massacre them all is telling of the quality of the silencing talismans that An Ding has built around this room.

The other demands they agree on are as follow: 1) Qing Jing Peak’s non-essential requisitions will be de-prioritized for the duration of the recovery period.

2) Shen Qingqiu will also handle the paperwork involved with overseeing the recovery, as well as any other relevant issues that arise during Shang Qinghua’s absence.

3) An Ding Peak disciples will have mandatory rest days every week where no non-essential work will be conducted. Absolutely no off peak labor will be done during these days.

4) Shen Qingqiu will also oversee coordinating the transcription and reproduction of lost library materials, on all peaks.

The Qing Jing Peak lord will be kept so busy, as busy as Shang Qinghua has been, that he's almost certain Luo Binghe will be facing Mobei Jun's recent, sexiled, fate. And none of these issues can be fixed with heavenly demon blood or demonic qi!

Cucumber bro's dejected face as they leave the sect leader's office to finalized the agreement is delicious. Shang Qinghua is committing it to memory and determined to make it worse.

Shang Qinghua entwines his fingers together and brings his hands to oh so casually stretch above his head. "I'm so ready for this vacation!" The half assed grunt he receives is all the conversation he needs. “I'm even going to start this new novel I've been planning."

The crack in Shen Qingqiu’s neck is almost audible with how quickly he snaps to turn to face Shang Qinghua. "Yeah!? Ab-about what?" He hums, dithering a little to draw out the suspense. "An action story, fantasy, or I guess real world in this case?"

So that's what sparkling anime eyes look like on a human face! Cucumber bro's a little breathless when he says, "Do you need a beta reader?"

Putting a hand on his shoulder he says, "Thanks bro!" and when that excited little expression reaches it's peak he says, "But Liu Mingyan already agreed to.”

“What?”

“My King!" The black rift appears and out walks his king, rumpled robes and hickey on full display.God he loves him!

These next few months are going to be amazing and he's not going to be able to walk for most of them if he has anything to say about it. He only feels a little bad at the fate he's leaving his favorite daughter to experience. Luo Binghe is going to be so jealous at how much Cucumber bro is going to pester her. But well, that's not his problem, is it?

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

A doll tumbles off a shelf as a song begins to play from nowhere. “ Disappointment takes us by surprise…Even though by now I think we should have realized, everyone is dumb.” The small toy, a strange combination of a pink princess animal and a pegasus, begins to walk on its plush legs towards the quintet of brothers. The la’s and dumbs play with each step.“There must be something in the corn flakes” As the song plays its eyes blink, and it reaches up into the air with its tiny fingerless hands. 

She grew, her fluffy plush arms lengthening. “Making it hard for us to think straight,” Hands came through the material and they transformed into sleeves. “Aaaahh” The colors go from soft pink to a sparkling silver with neon pink embroidery forming spirals along the sleeves, and soon a vibrant blue and highlighter yellow sets of thread join the pink. 

“I just wanna go from here!” Her eyes blink to the beat and transform with her face into human eyes that are a little too big, and a little too cartoonish to be normal. “Close my eyes and disappear”. They have heart pupils set against green eyes.

The legs flexed and narrowed and combined together into 2 stocky human legs, and bright red platform boots with green laces replaced her fabric hooves. They had some sort of magic shimmer to them as she tapped her feet to the song. “I just wanna be the comic relief,” She threw her arms in performed exasperation, mouthing along to the words and beginning to dance. “Making jokes, not taking any responsibilities!”

Her cute tail exploded into confetti which circled her body like a magical girl transformation. “It's waking up inside of the dream.” Once it rose to circle her head her new outfit was fully revealed, a glittery silver and rosy red party dress, completely with a ridiculously oversized bow on the back, more embroidered spirals trailing across her body, and lots of glitter.  Don't know what to believe-” She posed for the “woo!” And grinned. “Maybe that's why…”

“Disappointment takes us by surprise,” She met each of their eyes as she danced. “Even though by now I think we should have realized…”

Everyone is dumb- dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb…” 

The new being leaped into air, flipped twice, and landed inches from Blinky’s face, sending him sprawling backwards. The song faded into quiet background noise, but it wasn’t gone. Her hair was ginger and tied into cartoony heart shaped buns with purple ribbons. “I’m back! Your Mother says hello, and I say it’s been too long!” Her voice was clearly…Shadow’s??? She twirled around and revealed a childish plastic wand. “Abra Kadabra and Gobbledygook! I give you all a freebie off the book!” 

A flash of light shot out of the toy wand and their couch burst into a much larger and more comfortable pullout couch bed, complete with blankets. “You’re welcome! I can’t stay long but I wanted to give you something, since our connection to you has been interrupted so rudely by the asshole up there. Hopefully the rest of us can reunite! You can call me Shiney now.” 

The five stare at the figure, huddled together at some point during the transformation out of caution. Wiggog bares his teeth threateningly, wrapping Karaxis up protectively. He frantically tries to help Blinky up after he stumbles back with a confused expression. Pokotho and Nibblenephim have backed away together, clearly as frightened as the rest of their brothers. Nibbly audibly growls in an attempt to sound like an animal.

She poses as the song ends and says things. But they’re much too focused on the insanity that just happened to listen.

When the toy wand transforms the house’s old couch into a pullout, they marginally relax, but it’s not enough. The figure’s voice is oddly familiar, but they can’t think about that through their defensive positions.

Blinky shields his eyes, discomforted at the bright colors that contrast sharply against the dull reds and browns of the house. He squints, trying to piece together where this person came from. Tinky, for his part, is staring through his brother’s arms with a mixture of confusion, a twinge of fear, and awe. The bright colors attract him, but he can’t bring himself to move, either. She’s saying things about his father and…mother? He can’t really get it. She turned their couch into a bigger one, that looked a lot more comfortable, so he guessed she was nice…

Who the fuck are you?!?

[dreams-cynicism]

Hellooo!

I'm here to fangirl, yet again for like the 5th time 😆, about leftover light, I've already re-read it like 4 or 5 times now 😅

Anywayy, soo Sunjae my baby is so sweet, like when he thinks how his heart sped up thinking he Might get to hold Sol's hand, blesss 🤧🤧

And it didn't click the first time I read, but when sol realizes that it's still her Sunjae just because he had come looking for her 😭😭😭 owww my hearttt

And everytime I read the last line at the end, it reminds of how Sol calls out to Sunjae to wake him up when Sunjae is getting his memories back (i might be getting this mixed up but I hope you know what I'm talking about loll) 🥺🥺😭😭

Also how cute is their ship name Soljae? It sounds so cute to me 🤧

Genuinely my babiess, I love them so much 🥹🫶🏽

Again thank you for writing themmm🫡🫶🏽

Aaaahh hello!

Welcome back I missed getting these asks ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and omg 4-5 times

That was one of my favourite parts to write, just him being so nervous (I loved episode 3 Sunjae trying to confess) that he actually has to take a break from talking just to get his heartbeat back under control while trying to confess. His greatest ambition at this minute is holding her hand. Bless but I love him.

And oh yes!!! I was wondering whether I hadn’t made it clear enough why Sol decides to stop avoiding him, but she just keeps being reminded of what Sunjae had said (about Hyunjoo and Geum I believe) about how fate can be something unchangeable not because it’s written in the stars but because someone is still the same person and they’re still going to make the same choice. He’s going to love her no matter what, because it’s still him. And she wasn’t sure that this Sunjae would still have the capacity to love her because she erased every formative moment that had made him fall in love with her, and she preferred to stay away rather than have to look into the eyes of a Sunjae who would look at her indifferently, but this is when she realises that yes - it doesn’t matter. It was never the stars that said that Sunjae had to love her, it was just him.

What my poor girl doesn’t realise was that the whole time that she’s been avoiding looking at the sky for fear of what she’s going to see, Sunjae has been admiring how blue it is. But it’s ok, he’ll remind her.

Oh the last line of ILALL my beloved, I know EXACTLY what you’re talking about. I don’t think he would’ve woken up or heard her or anything, but I get exactly what you mean and you’re right.

Ah just everything about them all around is adorable.

Thank you for sending me this ask!!! Have a really nice day ❤️❤️❤️

[calicocatsarecute]

Oh great! Can I request a ler!Athere and lee!Lumine? Like the twis reunting and remembering old stories and suddenly Aether brings up one old tickle game they used to play and they end up doing it again? With TONS of teasing?

AAAHHH! Of course! The siblings are soo friggin cute! Enjoy!

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The two siblings had found each other again. The heartwarming reunion had a mix of overwhelming emotions. Tears were shed and hugs that lasted for minutes.

All of those events ended them up here. Lounging on a small hill in Mondstat. They reminiscing in their old memories. Like how they played many, very childish, games.

“And then, that one time, when we both rolled down that hill, was so much fun!” Lumine was squealing with joy, her arms going up in the air to show her excitement.

“Yeah those were good times! But, there is one game that was my all time favorite!” Esther said excitingly.

Lumine turned her head a bit, she was very intrigued.

“What is it?” The sister’s eyes were practically gleaming with curiosity.

“The game where I tickled you! Just like THIS!” As Aether finished his sentence, he grabbed onto his sister’s sides and started scribbling.

“Ehehehehehe! Aehetheher wahahaihihit!” Lumine giggled out.

“Seems like you’re still ticklish! How ticklish are you little sis?” The older twin asked.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohow?!”

“Then why don’t we found!” Aether positioned his hands to now tickle her stomach.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! EHEHEHEHEK! I-IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!” Lumine squealed, kicking her legs wildly.

“Looks like you’re still terribly ticklish Lumi!” Aether giggled at his sister.

“YOHOUHU AHAHARE TOHOHOHO!” Lumine tried to tease through her laughter.

“Oh-hoho! Looks like you want me to go aaall out now, don’t you?” Aether smirked as he lifted her arms up with one hand.

“Nohoho!”

“Whaaaat? I haven’t even done anything! Is my sister just that tickle tickle ticklish?” Aether teased digging into his sister’s underarms.

“AHAHAHA! AETHER STAHAHAP!”

“Who’s my ticklish little sister? You are! You are!” Aether cooed at his sister.

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAT TI- TIHI-!” Lumine stuttered, trying to make a rebuttal, but failing miserably.

“Aaww! Can you not say tickle? Tickle tickle tickle! You’re just sooo ticklish Lumine!” Aether teased.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP TEHEHEAHASIHING! PLEHEHEAHASE!” Lumine was laughing so loudly that all of Teyvat could probably hear her.

“Alright alright, I’ll stop.” Aether said as he stopped his attack.

“W-what was that for!?!” Lumine pouted as she caught her breath.

“Hehe, guess I just missed the old times!” Aether laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

Lumine sighed as she hugged her brother.

“I missed that too…”

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Aaaahh! My first Genshin fic! Hope you all enjoyed it!

[spadesolace]

Chance Encounter

plot: a highschool au where bona is the star fencer of the school who is smitten by the student council treasurer (reader). the always cross paths with each other but either one starts a conversation or a greeting. until one day when eunseo had asked bona to visit the student council office and sees the reader.

requested: no (it's a prompt rotting in my brain)

You've heard of the rumors going around that the star fencer of the school has a crush on you. Most of the time, you ignore it. It was a baseless rumor that most students pass around to live for drama. You know that there is a long line for Kim Jiyeon's heart and you had a free pass to it. Yet here you are, during lunch break with Sojung who has her ear on the ground as she is the student council president, you can't blame her for knowing all of the news and tea going around campus.

"Trust me, I heard it from Jiyeon herself." The look of disbelief was evident in your face that Sojung had to throw her used tissue to your face.

"First of all, ew. Second of all, Jiyeon or Juyeon? You still get their names mixed up.” Picking up the used tissue, you placed it by your side. A weapon incase Sojung does it again.

“THE Kim Jiyeon, star fencer that has everyone wrapped around her fingers.”

“You of all people would know that I don’t believe it until it comes from the source itself.”

She knew it too well, even despite trying to get your attention to look behind you where Jiyeon was a few tables away and looking at your direction. Maybe it was because you can’t believe that someone like Jiyeon would like you. She’s a star fencer and you are simply the student council auditor, there is not much to you that would make people know who you were.

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At the other table, where Jiyeon was admiring you, her friends were also looking at your direction.

“She’s gonna melt, Bona.” Juyeon similarly with Sojung threw her used tissue to make the girl stop.

“Bona really likes her, huh? How did you even notice her?” Jiyeon looked at Luda as if it were the most stupidest thing that has come out of her mouth aside from the multiple times she had insulted people but she was only being blunt.

“I met her through Hyunjung, they’re closer. It was during the Sports Festival where she was injured after sprinting for her class. A bit clumsy but she was cute despite sweating so much and laughing at whatever Sojung had told her.” By the time Jiyeon finished her story, Luda was making her way on to the other table. To which another person had joined their table, Kim Hyunjung. The trio are doing their own thing with Luda joining out of the blue leaving Jiyeon and Juyeon alone.

“Do you have any plans later?” Jiyeon shook her head to answer Juyeon’s question. “Good, could you pass this down later in the student council? I’ve got club activities later and it need to be passed later.”

“I don’t have training later so why not.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Bona. LET ME KISS YOU.”

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“Luda, why are you eve-” “AAAAHH!” The group looked at Jiyeon who was trying to push Juyeon away, you had raised your brow at Sojung who had tried to convince you earlier that she likes you. Something nobody knows was that you hoped what Sojung and Hyunjung had told you were true, deep down you know you also like her but would you admit it? No. There is a long line for Kim Jiyeon and the rumors of her liking you was not helping at all. Who wouldn’t fall for Kim Jiyeon the star fencer? She’s beauty, brains, and brawn; everything anyone could ask for, she has it.

Here you are, watching the entire scene unfold on how Juyeon was trying to kiss Jiyeon. Does it break your heart? Certainly, because you had this false hope already built up and crumbled down within seconds.

“Back to our conversation, what are you doing here, Luda?” The trio looked at the small girl who was looking at Y/N with a huge grin, one things that girl knows is how to persuade people into doing her bidding yet you can’t get past it.

“I can’t come by the office later since I have a date, could you switch with me for today? I’ll cover your shift tomorrow.” That was one way she persuaded you, through trades. She’s done it multiple times and most of them were useful and helped with finishing your work early at the council, it did sometimes intervene with your schedule of matching with Jiyeon. You knew that Wednesday’s were her free day from training, the few times you see her and sometimes walk almost side by side with her. You would sound stalkerish if you said this to Sojung and Hyunjung but you didn’t care, the crush you had for the star fencer was something you would like to keep to yourself.

“I don’t know, Lu…”

“I’ll buy you milktea tomorrow if you agree.”

“I’M SOLD.” That was all it took for you to agree at something spontaneous, your mom wouldn’t mind if you go home late, it wasn’t the first time it happened. It did mess up your schedule of having one of the few chances of walking with Jiyeon even if it were a few feet away.

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Here you were, stuck in the student council office with the paperwork you were going to do the following day. You didn’t notice how busy the council is this days, especially with the amount of paperwork the clubs are submitting now. Either way, you were going to do it tomorrow, so no better time than the present.

“Here are the expenses for the theater guild, Y/N.”

“Props are that expensive? Maybe I should drop by and help out?”

Yeonjung was about to reply when the sound of the door opening brought your attention to the girl arriving. You noticed the black duffle bag anywhere, it was one of a kind especially having her name embroidered on the sides. Kim Jiyeon. As far as you remembered, she wasn’t a treasurer in any club or in the fencing team, but before she could look at your direction, some of the people in line had told her to sit down and wait until I was done talking to Yeonjung.

“That would be a great help actually, we’re kinda looking for someone to be our technical for the annual school play. I’ll message you the details later. Bye, Y/NN.” You waved at Yeonjung goodbye as she left with Dayoung, the other treasurer you had talked to before the younger one. There were only two people left in line before you faced Bona, and its the Math club and Chess club which would be fast as they’re both responsible and have the same expenses for the entire school year. It went by faster than you wanted, quick and done; here you were hoping it would take a few more minutes but for once you wished they were a bit irresponsible. The girl of your dreams already standing in front of you with you could only assume is a shy smile while holding some documents that you are sure its not from her team.

“Hello, do you need some help?” The student council auditor in you came out, a bit friendlier than your normal greeting with familiar faces.

“Juyeon wanted to hand this in, she couldn’t come due to some schedule conflict.”

“Well, that’s rather usual with Juyeon, Luda had mentioned it a few times that’s why she comes during my schedule most of the time. Can I see?” Jiyeon handed you the documents, mostly expenses for the dance club and some of her own essays that she mentioned that you need to check on. It was a bit awkward to see Bona just standing next to you, so you patted the seat next to her and she obliged quickly, watching you work and check on the expenses that she submitted without knowing what it actually is.

Bona watching as you check and compare the documents from other documents that she doesn’t understand but she did notice how fast you worked. Now reading the essay Eunseo had always made sure you read before she submitted it but there was something different from the essay. She noticed her name, maybe it was a creative writing essay and Eunseo couldn’t think of a name but it didn’t make sense for her but somehow you did.

‘As someone who is not as dense as my friend, Bona, I know of your feelings for a certain athlete. You are quite subtle, I must say but I noticed the way you would always walk out after her during free day or how you would walk out whenever training finishes. Being her best friend, I would like to ask you to ask her out because neither one of you has the guts to confess unless I deliberately plan this entire thing with Luda. PS. she said don’t kill her.’

There you two were, sitting together in close proximity. You were contemplating on asking Bona out while she wanted to talk to you.

“About the rumors-” “I genuinely-” You both looked at each other, contemplating whether to continue what you were saying or wait for the other, but you let Bona talk first. Maybe it would be a bit awkward to bring up the rumors and Eunseo’s letter.

“I- I genuinely do like you, somehow the rumors started when I told Dayoung that I was interested in you.”

“It’s Dayoung, sometimes she gets a bit of a tangent especially with Exy… and I was wondering about the rumors but now that you’ve admitted to it. Would you like to go on a date with me? Let’s say this Saturday?”

Bona did not expect your reply, especially you never really showed much interest towards her. You were merely minding your own business but given that Eunseo was one of the reasons why you two are now talking and going on a date (once she regains consciousness and replies to you) so maybe she needed to give her gratitude towards her best friend.

“Sure, I’d love that. I’ll give you my number.”

“Give me your address as well, I’ll pick you up.”

So maybe it wasn’t entirely chance encounter as Eunseo and Luda pulled some strings but it was a start.

[andvys]

What inspired you to write Everlong? Did you always knew she was going to end up with Eddie? And how do you imagine their future together? Like, where do you think they are now?

Also, if you had to make a top 5 of your favourite scenes that YOU have written (from all the fics you have created), which ones would you include?

Hmm, I always wanted to write an fwb story with Eddie and an angsty side love story (unrequited love) and at that time Steve was just the perfect “bad” guy, I was so down bad for Eddie that it didn’t hurt to write about Steve breaking readers heart (I could never do it now). And yes, I always knew that she was going to end up with Eddie, it was planned from the beginning!

And for their future, Eddie opened his own shop with readers help, he tells everyone that she is the boss (hehe). They have a dog and two kids (a girl and a boy) and they’re definitely a travel family, probably have an RV and regularly go on road trips!

As for my favorite scenes!!!

top 5 — this is gonna be tough to answer aaaahh

5. Love will tear us apart — not exactly a scene, but reader and Steve’s friendship, the way he came to visit her at the hospital even though they weren’t friends yet at that time! their friendship and Steve’s love for her will always be so special to me

4. Everlong — when reader and Eddie argued which led to them having sex on his kitchen counter. It was so fun and hot to write ugh

3. We’ll burn the sky — any Steve x reader moment, I know it’s an Eddie fic but Steve and her were just so perfect together. Their day at the mall was so cute and he was so sweet to her, that man was smitten and in love

2. I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss — THE KISS IN THE RAIN! THE VAN SEX!! EDDIE AND CHEER FINALLY CROSSING THAT STUPID LINE AND GOING FERAL OVER EACH OTHER!!!

1. Dancing with our hands tied — now i got way too many favorite scenes in this story! But my favorite has to be the fourth of july chapter, when Blondie was drunk and all cute with Steve and he was going crazy over it

[shoyoist]

PAPA KAISER PAPA KAISER PAPA KAISER <33 papa kaiser w two girls! HES JUST LIKE SAE! he’s a girl dad and they inherited his attitude LMFAO he loves his girls very much!! AAAAHH thinking abt it makes me so happy n sososos <33 he probably softened a lot more too

ALSO ALSO W PAPA SHIDOU i like to think that papa shidou probs changed his ways for you :(( n when u had ur first daughter w him, he changed completely! his little princess n you r what he loves the most n it shows, he’s so sweet to u n his child it’s almost hard to believe he was someone w a violent persona! /j he might also be the overprotective time ykwim! i see him teaching his daughter a few self defence techniques bc he knows he might always be there to protect her </3

kaiser and his daughters have the exact same facial expressions i tell you. when the three of them roll their eyes at you in perfect sync with eachother like 🙄🙄🙄 or when they turn their noses up at you for putting your foot down about something... it's so irritating but they're so cute 😭

and omg you're so right about shidou :( he's so gentle and caring but still has that hellcat (thanks to my beloved river @ katasstrophy for coining this term for him hehe) streak to him 💓 you'll come into the baby's room and find him towelling her dry after the bath he gave her, talking away about anything and everything, asking her for her opinion and going “exactly! you get me, don't ya? smart fuckin’ girl.” when she giggles at his tone.

and you can't decide if you should kiss him for how sweetly he's handling his little daughter or slap him for cussing her innocent little ears off 💀 ++ he definitely teaches her how to fight, and it's almost unintentional! yk how those gym rat dads take their baby sons to the gym with them? shidou does that with your little girl. gives her the smallest kettlebell on the rack and lets her tug it around while he does his own workout (i think he'd do callisthenics v_v). and eventually she starts copying his workouts and he gets really into it 😭 involves her in everything he does and she ends up becoming a lil fighter LMAOO