#can you tell i was listening to brat while styling her

[bunnithechubs]

she might not own more than 2 pairs of shoes but she will always eat.

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Greed

Warning(s): sukuna is himself, yandere themes, i don’t know but uh megumi refers to reader as useless while they’re sleeping

Summery: Megumi is the only one left awake after a fight with a special grade curse. He asks why. The answer changes everything

A follow up to this post

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Be greedy. Gojou sensei always tells him to be greedy. He refused, listened to the moral of a world he never belonged to and now he’s paying the price. Yuuji, Nobara and you are all stuck on hospital beds, completely passed out. He’s not sure how he got all of you out, how all of you are even alive, and there’s barely a scratch on him.

“It wasn’t your fault kid,” Shoko says softly, watching him watch some of the only people he’s ever loved lay motionless on beds, barely alive. He reaches out and touches your hair gently. It’s the same color as his well there isn’t a word for what Gojou Satoru is to him, even if he is your father.

He scoffs, says, “Then why aren’t I laying down with them? Why aren’t I hurt like they are?”

She shrugs at him, and to anyone else she’d be completely apathetic,, but he knows Shoko, grew up with her odd style of babysitting. She’s just as scared for him as she is for the others.

“Would you leave me alone with them?” He says quietly,, makes his face into something that most people would call guilt. She nods gently and leaves him alone in the room with his partners.

He gently moves Nobara’s hair away from her hair, and takes her emergency makeup remover out of her bag and carefully cleans her skin so she won’t wake up with a break out.

“Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna says, more gently then he’s ever heard the curse, “Do you know what you did?”

“No. Everything past Nobara going down is a blur.” The curse laughs softly. “More often then not, I’d force you into a deal with me for the information but I owe you a debt, and to give you this information is repayment. Are we in agreement?”

Megumi stares at the broken bodies of the people that he loves and nods. He doesn’t care in this moment. Satoru could snap and finally get rid of the higher ups and he would not give a shit.

“What happened Sukuna?”

The curse hums a laugh. “The hellbringer,” his nickname for you, “found out that there was a mission near by. I don’’t know why they chose to go on a mission that we both know they aren’t strong enough for but they did. The brat found out and took Nobara to go after them. No one told you.”

He cuts off Sukuna with a sharp, “I know that. What happened after Nobara went down?” Sukuna laughs, the sound rich and triumphant. “You called on your domain expansion.” He shrugs, “done that before, still dioesn’t explain why I’m not hurt.”

He gets a snap of teeth as a warning before Sukuna continues. “It wasn’t perfect work but it was beautiful. You summoned several demon dogs, and all at once all of your shikigami were attacking in tandem and you went after another curse with your blades. To say that you left a bloodbath in your wake would be an understatement.”

He waits for a few minutes, makes sure that Sukuna’s done talking before asking, “How did we all get back here?”

“You brought them back, used your ability to disappear into the shadows to warp. It was rather inventive. Ive never quite met a Zenin like you Fushiguro Megumi.”

Be Greedy.

Every single time they train together Satoru tells him this, tells him that he can not progress if he doesn’t get out of his head.

“I was greedy,” he says to himself, thinks of how desperate he was to get out of there with the people he loves, remember how he forgot about collaborate damage and trusted his technique to keep himself alive.

“Were you really?” A half amused, half furious voice drawls. He doesn’t turn around but doesn’t flinch when Satoru hooks his head on top of Megumi’s.

He doesn’t push the man’s hands away when he flicks the blood off of Megumi’s face. “I guess. I don’t remember much after Nobara went down.” It was like the haibara incident all over again he does not say. The higher ups have been after them all since each one of them has entered Jujitsu Society. He never met Nanami’s best friend but he knows the story well enough to know that it’s happening again.

“It was odd. Somehow inútil found out about a mission and decided to take it. Without them we could of handled it but we found them hurt and almost dead.”

He doesn’t have to move to turn to know the too smiley, absolute furious face that Satoru is making. “You’re certain that no one told them?”

“not as far as I know. The others know how to treat inútil.” even Yuuji with his bleeding heart knows that it isn’t safe for them on the battlefield, that it’s better for everyone if they’re safe at home.

Satoru is silent for a long moment before he says, very gently, “I’m going to go have a a talk with the higher ups,.”

“Leave a few for me would you? I have an idea I’d like to try.”

Satoru ruffles his hair as he leaves.

“Sukuna,” he says to the quiet room.

“Yes Fushiguro Megumi?”

“What would you want in exchange for training me?”

The curse grins something violent. “That’s easy, a night with you and the brats.”

“Consider it handled”

[avalover1228]

PSA: Sluts Make the Best Wife’s.

I love having a Hot wife, she’s so cute and sweet and gentle and she’s always so loving, but there’s one thing about her, that deep down that sweet little girl is a complete and total slut.

Any normal girl has self respect. They feel like they can be independent. Girls like Ava don’t. They know that they need their big strong man to remind them of their place.

Example 1: If I told a normal girl that she’s going to get fucked senseless and used

Normal Girlfriend: she would probably say something like “Sorry baby, I’m not up for it rn”

Ava: Ava would more than likely says something like “Yes Daddy” and would be quick to get herself ready for you. My good little fuck thing knows that I don’t like to wait so she would quickly get naked and wait to be thrown around fucked like some pocket pussy

Example 2: Blowjobs

Normal girl: very rarely gives head, and feels unpassionate.

Ava: Ava honestly never liked giving head, and even now I don’t think she’s too big of a fan, but what I’ve learned is she’s a fan of serving me. I don’t want to make her serve me too much, but oh my god when she really wants to she is quite honestly the best ever.

I love love love her pussy and all, and trust me like I love it. I could stretch it and pound it for hours. But her head when she’s dedicated and submissive is the best of my life. I feel like she made the connection that her giving me head, ends up with her getting a free show of me moaning and groaning, compliments on how good of a girl she is, and she gets to prove she can do it. I love it so much. She has two styles to doing it, the first type where she gives her everything, and she truly sucks me off and jerks me off or whatever she wants to as good as she can. Or the opposite, where she gives In.

Her passionate blowjobs are amazing and on their own set her apart from every other girl. She does so good n taking as much as she can. She listens to my noises and she knows how to make me go feral for her. She knows to do more and go faster when I start whimpering. It’s so amazing, the moment I get close she just dedicates herself to me. She starts sucking me off so good, always like she’s got to go prove her worth to daddy. Like she needs me to know that she can provide for me. I rarely see this side of Ava but when I do I think about it for a long time.

The other type is for her slutty and submissive side(Housewife traits), when she gives in and wants to just be used. This is why the slut deep inside Ava is so perfect. This is more often after I buy her something in exchange for head, because if she has a forced job, she doesn’t really have the connection to it to have passion. But she’s still daddy’s good girl, and she knows that I want it, so she gives me her throat, and gives in. She will 100% let you use her face as long as you give her air and treat her nice. It’s so perfect. Her throat feels like an extension of my hand. Whether I’m pushing down on her head or grabbing her by her braids, she follows what her owner tells her to. She likes being talked to while she goes down and she loves being kissed. She’s a good cock sucking princess who has the elegance to look pretty, but she knows to listen to her man. She’s perfect

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Example 3: Shes a brat

Regular girl: just asks for sex

Ava: This brat cant handle something so simple. She can’t just ask her daddy to come and use her. She wants to earn it. Slutty girls have some ego to feed that that makes them think they can take any man’s attention and soul with their body and looks. Ava can. She does. She’s such an innocent thing but she loves to look pretty. She does things like wearing smaller and smaller crop tops around you, or she’s wearing booty shorts that don’t cover anything. Or most of the time she just sits in her underwear, grinding up on me, one single tiny strip of cloth between me and her, and she keeps pressing on my dick. She’s just trying to rile me up. And it works. That little brat gets me every time. But I give In. Every time:

“Baby you keep teasing me, do you want to have sex?”

“No Baby it’s okay, I’m just cuddling with you”

“Ok baby, so you don’t want me to fuck you?”

“Not rn baby…”

So then I wait. Even though she admits later she wanted it, she still says no. And she doesn’t stop doing it. She just keeps grinding up on me. She takes a nap. And she does it more than ever before somehow. Like she’s begging me to use her pussy. She wakes up and just gets too touchy. She starts running her hands all over my body. Through my hair, brushing it and playing with it. Across my back, digging her nails in. On my dick, just begging for it to fuck her but she won’t ask for it.

God that whore I love her but I really can get riled up for her.

Every time:

“Baby you’re grinding still. Do you wanna fuck now?”

“No baby I’m okay, im just cuddling”

“Princess. You’re practically Begging for something to happen between us.”

“Am I daddy? I don’t see how I am”

And it always works so goddamn good. That bratty little girl gets away with it every single time.

This little girl always loves to keep teasing. She does more and more. She thinks I don’t notice but I do. She plans it from the start. She dresses like a sexy little doll, but looks so natural. She gets my attention and she makes me take her. She can never make it easy for us. But she always makes me desperate to fuck her slutty little pussy for acting the way she does.

I love when u finally give in and decide to break her. It feels so goddamn relieving to finallly take what’s mine. I want to respect her and listen to her when she says no but sometimes this girl needs to reminded of every thing that I do for her and that when I ask she listens.

I normally get fed up around the time she starts taking her second nap

“Are you really just gonna keep teasing me baby?”

“Yep. Why does that bother you or something?”

“Baby you know what you’re doing. I’m gonna make you take it. Stop acting so silly baby. You’re gonna start something you can’t handle”

“I know I am daddy”

“So let me use you princess”

“Nope”

“Fine then”

Once I decide to remind Ava, it’s mostly just her fighting back at me until I finally put it in then that brat stops fighting on the spot

No matter how bad she wants me she always decides to fight back. I spread her legs so she closes them. I put my head between her legs and she will push it away. I move my fingers close to inside her and she resists each time but just a little bit less. So I make her take it. I start forcing her legs open for me, eating her pussy no matter how many times she says no, overpowering her weak little arms and fingering her little pussy. They all work. They all make my baby give in. They make her stop teasing. And the beautiful part about Ava is that if you can Tame her, she’s yours. Like genuinely totally fully yours. She will take dick in any position until you tell her she did a good job. She’s a perfect whore and she’s so perfect for it.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Something I do that seems cringe but isn't:

All my OCs are PopStars in my head

(a project in normalizing my neurodivergent behaviors - I talk about my maladaptive daydreaming habits and hyphantasia. I try and talk about behaviors I've never seen anyone discuss)

All of my OCs are musically inclined. All of them can play music or sing or something. Especially the girls. Why?

Cause they're PopStars. All of them.

Am I the only one who does this?I'm SO curious.

This how they be in my head I'm so deadass

I like to listen to music a lot while daydreaming. It's a huge daydream trigger, especially for my hyphantasia.

And I can daydream full length music videos with outfits and sets and themes without much effort at all.

And I do it ALL THE TIME. WITHOUT MEANING TO. I don't even think about it at this point.

I can tell which character sings what part, and when a certain singer sings a line in the song, the appropriate character will take center in the music 'video'.

There's chereographed dancing, outfit changes. Like a constant popstar AU.

I've done this for years. And at this point I don't have to think about it.

If anything I do it to relax, it's like turning off my brain vhhvhohococ and I'll just sit there and do it for like thirty minutes straight lol

And honestly THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL I MEAN writing it out right now it sounds almost fake but I promise there is a VH1 Top 20 Music Video Countdown show going on every time I listen to music

I find it's really helpful even when I'm not doing it.

It helps at keeping characters different, because I'm seeing them as if I was looking at the Spice Girls, with each woman needing their own style, attitude, vocal strength

Certain characters have a certain tone of voice - so if I imagine a character as an alto, from then on they can only really appear in songs with altos.

Some songs go to certain characters based on personality and lyrics and beat

I have playlists of 'albums' each girl group would sing.

Each group has a name too, sometimes the albums even have names.

And this is my brains default music mode. As a kid I remember having an ipod nano and sitting on the long subway rides listening to music and doing this for like an hour straight.

RIGHT NOW:

The main group is named Dianne (can be pronounced Di-anne or Di-An-Ne)

It's a musical duo of my OCs Disco-Spider Diane and her varient Annie - also named Diane, hence the name. (I haven't posted Annie yet but I'm gonna talk about her anyway because you'll get the jist right it's no biggie)

Their current album: Perfect Package EP

Top song: I Am - Baby Tate (feat. Flo Milli)

other songs: Area Codes - Kaliii, Vroom Vroom - Charli XCX, BRAT - Chrissy Chlapecka, Down Boy - No Angels

Concept: Bratz (Diane) vs Barbie (Annie)

Annie's outfits:

Solid and bright solids and checkered patterns - mod style

Diane's outfits:

Scantily clad Courtney Love DiscoPunk

DO YOU SEE THE VISION

Umm. This is kinda embarrassing for me to talk about that's the point to make it not embarrassing

But it's like something so personal and writing it out it's RIDICULOUS how detailed it is butuhhh ISN'T IT COOL TOO anyway uhhhhhh :)

Does anyone do this too. Or like.......

yeah HERE HOBIE.

BYE.

[box4brains]

So this is part of a continuation of this;

It’s more of ff style of writing than previous, because I think writing it in the same style as previous would be annoying to me so….

~.~

Law was definitely not sulking and hiding behind the tangerine trees that for some reason grew on the Straw Hat Pirates ship. (Though his doctor side approved, it was a good source of vitamins).

He should have known that the peace wouldn’t last (well, he did know that, he just wanted to live in denial for a while longer) and it was with a great sigh he finally turned around to acknowledge Franky and Nico Robin who were the… first? Only ones?- to search him out.

Law was about to say something snappy about how he refused to be the one to give that captain of theirs “the talk” -and they couldn’t make him damnit - when he saw the look on Nico-ya’s face and promptly closed his mouth without any sound.

Well, I guess you could say that she was smiling pleasantly. Except for the fact it sent chills down his back. Still, Law was a Captain, he refused to be intimidated, regardless of who or what he was facing.

“What do you want?”

There was a threat there somewhere, Law approved, he refused to back down from anyone. Still, even disregarding the alliance, the fact he was currently trapped on their ship and not a crew member to call on if shit hit the fan or evening the battlefield, even disregarding all that; Law didn’t want to fight Nico Robin.

If it was from some sort of mistaken sense of solidarity, from being sole survivors of state sponsored genecide, or acknowledging her ability and intelligence, Law didn’t know. But he knew she was dangerous, just like he himself was dangerous, perhaps more through circumstance than temperament, but dangerous nonetheless.

“Well, we figured it would be beneficial for all parties involved if we could talk to you about… Luffy.” Franky said giving Law a thumbs up.

Law narrows his eyes at Franky. He could hear what the cyborg was saying, and what he wasn’t.

“I’m not giving that brat a crash-course in sex and intimacy just so I can have a discussion with him I in no ways wish to engage in!!”

“Well…” Franky starts before being derailed by Robin laughing softly to herself.

“Why not turn him down? I’m rather curious about why you haven’t even tried telling him his feelings aren’t mutual.” Despite her smile no longer being creepy, Law found her new smile even harder to face. Could a smile be all-knowing? Law sure as fuck didn’t like it.

Telling himself that he was just turning back around to look at the ocean - he wasn’t running away from having to look those two in their stupid, knowing eyes, oh no - Law muttered a “as if Straw hat-ya would listen.”

“Oi!” Franky immediately interrupted. “Luffy is a lot of things, but if you explained to him that you’re not interested he’ll listen- assuming you mean it.”

“And that’s the fucking problem!” Law snapped slamming his fist down on the railing.

“I DON’T have a problem with Straw hat-ya or I being intimate! What I don’t want to do is make this alliance any messier than it already is! I don’t want to be fucking responsible for his introduction into intimacy and sex! I swear the little fucker is going to succeed with what even the damn lead failed to do and make my hair turn white!”

Robins eyes grew wide and she made a gesture as if she was about to reach out and grab the man ranting in front of her before controlling herself and letting her hands rest at her sides.

“You think I’ll get fucking anywhere telling that menace you call a captain that I don’t really mind having someone like him as a partner, it’s just more logical to not engage?!?”

“Listen, I SUPER understand what you’re saying, I’m just trying to make you understand how Luffy works.” Franky said. “You’re not wrong in understanding that saying something stupid like that isn’t going to accomplish anything, but I don’t think you really understand how Luffy works! You can’t really put him in a group of other people and be like ‘Luffy’s just like these people’. Luffy is always going to be Luffy. It’s like the only constant thing that you can count on. That and logposes, I suppose.”

Law took a deep breath trying to get his temper under control. “Your point?”

“Right,” Franky laughed. “You unintentionally put a condition in place earlier. You won’t discuss the matter with Luffy until he learns about sex, Luffy wants you two to come to an agreement - is it or isn’t it something he can pursue with you - so Luffy will try to learn about sex.”

“I don’t se- “ Law started to grumble before being interrupted by Franky.

“Listen! Luffy is Luffy, he’s in a class of himself. He’ll hear what he wants to hear, see what he wants to see and do what he wants to do. As terrifying as that sounds, it still kinda always works out, because he’s Luffy. He struggles sometimes with stuff most people don’t have problems with and accomplishes feats no-one could’ve dreamed of. He’s different. Simple. But not necessarily stupid, well, most of the time.”

“Look, let me give you an example; when we were at fishman island, I had my shipwright master’s brother come and help us with re-coating the ship, and I told Luffy that when I explained who the stranger on the ship was. Somehow Luffy came to the understanding that he was a shipwright there to coat my brother… is that really the understanding you want Luffy to have about anything sexual?”

Law could feel the color drain from his face.

“If Luffy doesn’t feel like it concerns him, he’s not going to listen properly, and love it or hate it, but as long as you’re the only person in the world that makes it seem appealing to him, you’ll remain the only one most likely to be able to explain these things to him.”

Law grabbed his sword before running off swearing vehemently under his breath.

“Right!” Franky exclaimed. “Good talk - and good luck - I’m SUPER happy to have it over and done with!”

Squinting at the archeologist, Franky raised his shades and asked; “oi, you doing alright?”

Robin recoiled lightly before murmuring softly; “what? Oh, yes, I’m doing fine… just hoping that I’m wrong about something, for Traffy’s sake, if nothing else.”

Robin gave the shipwright one of her enigmatic, if slightly sad-looking, smiles before accepting the arm he offered her as they returned to their normal life on the Sunny.

~.~

What’s this? Frobin? In my silly little stories? It’s more likely than you think!

All jokes aside, I do love me some sideship Frobin… feel free to read into it if you want, to me it works platonically too.

Some side notes, Laws demands of a sexual partner isn’t based on gender or looks. It’s (some kind of) chemistry and being able to look at his partner as an equal (or the very least, not looking down on his partner, or being looked down upon). Due to that he doesn’t buy sex, he doesn’t do anything with his crew or patients. He wants equality so a person who he feels responsible for, someone he doesn’t respect, anything that makes it “unequal playing field” is a huge no-go for him.

His reluctance to be intimate with Luffy is part from him viewing Luffy as too young and inexperienced to make an informed decision, and is iffy about how much he feels like Luffy basically owing him a life-debt might be influencing his feelings on the matter.

His reason for finding Luffy appealing is because Luffy is strong, not easily influenced (as much as he’s frustrated with it), and he actually likes and respects Luffy as a person.

The reason Robin was all scary in the beginning is because she was pissed at Law for making Chopper decide that the crew would need a safe sex talk. No one wants to listen to a talk like that from the person you see as basically the little brother/baby of the crew.

Next; more fun with Law trying to make Luffy understand sex and intimacy and how it affects people! Maybe 🤔 this part and that part was originally supposed to be one part, after all… the switch in writing kinda threw me off tho so for now enjoy 😅

[simplyholl]

Across the Multiverse Pt. 3 [Loki x Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger reader

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of Cheating. Incorrect use of Multiverse travel.

W/C: 1.5k

 On the way back home, Loki is quiet. I can tell he is trying to keep his distance. I hate the silence, so I clear my throat hoping it will cause him to say something, anything. Loki glances at me suspiciously. “Don’t get any ideas.” he growls. “What are you talking about?” I turn to face him slipping my legs underneath me. “You know what I allude to, Y/N. I could see the stars in your eyes when our variants were spinning their ridiculous web of lies. I saw how you looked at that child. Gods, you held it! True love?” He laughs wickedly avoiding eye contact. “Poor oaf. He is even more pathetic than I thought. She clearly trapped him with the first brat, now she is having another.”

I hold my hand up to stop his rant. “Trapped him? Were you even listening? They are so in love, Loki. Anybody could see that. As for the stars in my eyes, I adore a good love story. You know that. We have watched at least one hundred rom-coms together. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Lo. You made the rules perfectly clear. Even if you get to break them when you see fit.”

 Things have been tense between us. He has been avoiding me. When we train, it feels like we are actually fighting. I have been dreading today, when I would be stuck with him for the mission. We are heading to Universe 322. I just hope it’s not as awkward as last time.

When we arrive, Loki informs me that we will be searching for his variant first. It takes a while to locate, but he is sure this is the right spot. I walk on the porch and knock on the door. Loki grabs my arm squeezing, “Did you hear that?” concern laced in his voice. “No, I didn’t hear anything.” He walks down the small steps of the porch. “You stay here. I will check the back to make sure there is no trouble.”

He walks around the house when the white door swings open. 322’s Loki smirks at me crossing his muscular arms. I didn’t think it was possible, but this Loki is more attractive than mine. He seems more arrogant than him. That has to be it. I do have a type after all. “What have we here, pet? I knew you would come crawling back to me, Y/N. What did I tell you?” He looks satisfied with himself as he reaches toward me.

“It’s not what you think. I’m not your Y/N.” “She’s MINE.” my Loki appears out of thin air, pulling me closer to him. I pull away from his grip. “I don’t belong to you either. Could you please let us in? I would be happy to tell you what’s going on.” We follow him inside. “Do you mind telling me why your Y/N is going to come crawling back?” Not that I could really blame her. This Loki is a sight to behold. He examines my face, his eyes soft if only for a moment. “It was only a jest, darling. I am truly sorry. She left me. There might have been some regrettable parting words on my end. When I saw you, I thought you were my love coming back to me.”

I look around his house. A woman definitely lived here. The finely decorated walls are covered in pictures of them together. They appear to be in order of their relationship. Y/N looks a little younger in the first ones, different hair styles let me know time has passed. They look really happy. “What happened?” I ask before I think. It could be a touchy subject for him. “I went to a party that Y/N didn’t want to attend. While there, a rather persistent woman came onto me. We had a fight earlier, and I welcomed the attention of another. I should have rejected her.

Unbeknownst to me, Y/N decided to come after all. She saw me kissing that awful woman. We fought about it, she rightfully left me. I was so hurt, but I did it to myself. So, I lashed out at her. I told her she would come back begging me for another chance. She won’t though. I know her very well. I made the biggest mistake of my life that night. It’s been ten months, and I haven’t heard from her.”

He looks so sad, tears threatening to spill from his beautiful eyes. I place my hand on his to comfort him. He smiles at me, his expression changing in an instant. “You are rather beautiful, Y/N. You said you do not belong to him? There’s no attachment?” He looks at my Loki mischievously. I smile, placing my hand on his thigh, “Well we did hook up, but it meant nothing.” I echo Loki’s words.

“Love, I would do anything to have you. I will ruin you for all others. Mine will be the only name you know, once I’m finished. I would treat you better than your counterpart. I would never take you for granted. I swear it. My life’s mission would be to make you happy. Consider staying here with me, lovely Y/N.” He sinks down on his knees placing gentle kisses on the top of my hand and fingers. I could get used to this. Maybe I should stay here. If anything, I’m tempted to stay just for the sex. I’m sure Loki will never touch me again. I reluctantly turn him down.

Loki’s POV

Y/N, the only person whose eyes did not hold fear when she met me. My only friend, the one I share my deepest thoughts with. She never judges me. But she is dangerous. I knew it the first time I saw her. Her vibrant personality lit up the room when she entered. I was instantly attracted to her. The more I learned about her, the worse it became. We shared similar interests and that led to spending much of our time together. Then came that gods forsaken interview. It was all the usual questions, bringing up my past, painting me as a villain.

She stood up for me. Announced to the whole world that out of the group of heroes, it was me she trusted. ME. No one had ever come to my aid before, let alone trusted me. From that moment, I told myself she was off limits. I was not to kiss her, take her to bed, nothing of the sort. I could not risk losing the only person that cared for me. It didn’t stop my imagination from running wild. I conjured images of her late at night while I palmed my cock wishing it was real.

I would take those women from Stark’s parties to bed, turning their backs to me so I wouldn’t have to look at them. I could imagine it was Y/N, if I didn’t gaze at their faces. My eyes glued to the picture of her on my nightstand the entire time. There were a few times, I almost called out her name. Not that I would care what her stand-ins thought.

The moment I knew I could no longer keep my vow to hold her at arm’s length still haunts me. Barnes placed his filthy hands on her. I already had her pressed against the wall in my room before I registered what happened. Thankfully I had a moment of clarity to warn her not to fall in love with me. Those rules were more for me than her. Just once? What a fool I was. The second we joined, it felt like I was home for the first time in my miserable life. I could have her every second of eternity, and it would not be enough. Then she tried to leave, it felt like she was taking a piece of me with her. Why wouldn’t she think I would make her go? That’s all she knew of my sexual endeavors. I should not have asked her to stay.  I stayed away as long as I could, then we fell into bed again.

When we met the variants of us that were happily married, I was upset. I know I could never have happiness like that. Nothing. I called the best moments of my existence nothing to save myself humiliation. I do not deserve anything close to the relationship they shared. I should have asked him what tricks he used to get her, surely it was magic.

I have pushed her away to protect my heart. It’s for the best. The poor heartbroken fool we just met is closer to the fate I will suffer if I continue after her. I am better off pretending she doesn’t affect me so completely.

Part Four

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[olliesxcorner]

Gojo fam hcs as I fear JJK is strangling me and I'm losing oxygen

Okuda's rbf a lot worse than Megumi's because her sleep schedule is. in shambles

Megumi often complains about Okuda's attitude towards him, scolding Satoru for spoiling her so much. Satoru retaliates by spoiling her even more out of spite

Okuda is the first one to call Satoru "dad" and it was on complete accident. Megumi gave a blank stare and mentally prepared himself for whatever was next, and Satoru cried and screamed about it for ages

Satoru's lock screen is a picture he stole of Megumi and Okuda cuddled together and sleeping

Megumi and Okuda always ended up going to each other's rooms if one of them couldn't sleep when they were younger, and it never stopped when they got older

They have different moms, but they both have the same dad,,,, hence the Fushigiro... and why Okuda's complexion is different from Megumi's

Megumi and Okuda both train with Satoru but Okuda seeks him out more (willingly) than Megumi does

At some point, Okuda tried to push herself past a lot of her limits by going out on solo missions against Satoru's knowledge, and had Megumi cover for her for the longest time (since he did the same thing often, it wouldn't be fair for him to just snitch). But after Okuda saying "okay this is the last mission," for the thousandth time and then proceeding to return with a broken arm, Megumi snitched and she got a lot of her allowance taken away, and an extremely concerned albino at her bedroom door 🙂‍↕️

Okuda is just as capable in the field as Megumi even though they have different fighting styles; they train with each other and. have you seen their mentor

Okuda's more open with affection around Satoru so in the cases where Megumi will try not to fall asleep on Satoru's shoulder, Okuda will literally get close to him and get comfortable nuzzling in his side before falling asleep. She does this with Megumi too. personal space??? I'm the youngest so I don't know what that is

she's the type of person to get bored and zone out a lot more frequently so she'll play with Satoru or Megumi's hand / grab their arm and wrap it around her shoulders so she's more comfortable and focused

since she gets bored easily (like found father like daughter), if she's in the middle of a (one-sided) conversation and Satoru notices she is not paying attention, he'll very casually walk up to her, hand her a Rubik's cube, and take over while she tries to solve it

Megumi just listens to the conversation on her behalf, and once it's finished he'll bring her back to reality and fill her in with his own words

Protective Siblings? Yeah.

you're talking to one of them and you give off a bad vibe? look behind them, and in the distance you can see their sibling glaring holes into ur skin...

Satoru doting on his kids whenever they come out on top in anything and he's so embarrassing ab it

"THAT'S MY BOY!!!" "DID'JA SEE THAT? THAT WAS MY DAUGHTER. YEAH."

"... Really, Sensei?" "Just pretend you don't see him. We don't know him."

"Sensei?? :( What happened to calling me papa 🥺"

"We've NEVER called you that?" "It was a one-time thing!" "WHAT?"

Okuda's low-key kind of a brat so while she can put u in the ground herself she'll be all like "Oh?? Well my dad is Satoru Gojo. Yeah. He's the strongest, and I'll have him use red on you if you don't go away 😻‼️"

this picture is so them coded

Okuda and Megumi used to play pretend and Satoru walked in on the princess dying in the Knight's arms and it was just the cutest thing he died

they ended up dragging him into it and he became the evil one who killed the princess

Okuda and Satoru gossip pals !!! With Megumi chiming in every once and a while (stirring the pot)

"What?" "I said I think Kugisaki has the hots for that guy... just sayin'." "No? Nobara likes girls." "OH?" "Yeah, Yuuji thought the same thing and she went on a rant. I thought it was obvious." "Huh. Well, the more you know!"

"You couldn't tell? She has a crush on Maki."

"HUHHHH?"

"Don't tell me you guys didn't know that."

Okuda giving Satoru's overgrown ass piggyback rides whenever he doesn't feel like walking, and Megumi scolding her for entertaining their dad's bs

this is a lot wowzers 😰 I might add onto this 🤗😁

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Connor and the Brat {Part 12}

It was deathly silent in the car and Connor didn’t like it one bit. Brat had barely said one word to him once he had gotten to the hospital and signed all of the necessary paperwork. She grabbed her things and basically ran past him and out to the car worrying not only Connor but the rest of the Med staff as well. Had they let her leave too soon? Will urged Connor to text him and Natalie when he had Brat settled and he promised to do so before running after her. Even now Connor dared to glance at her and even he wasn’t sure this was the right call having her go with him. Her face showed no emotion but her body was tense and rigid and if she tried to get any further away from him she would be sitting in the road.

“Can you stop looking at me like that please?” Connor’s not sure what he was expecting but considering he had been staring at Brat like she was going to jump into oncoming traffic for the last two minutes he probably should have guessed she would be snippy with him. Still it hurt, he had proven time and time again he cared for her and just when he thought they were on good terms again she went and acted bitchy towards him.

“Not when you look like you want to hurl yourself into oncoming traffic, no I can’t.” She threw her hands up in the air exasperatedly and Connor momentarily thought maybe he had blown things out of proportion. But quickly put that thought aside. It wasn’t just him that thought something was off with Ravenna, Will and Natalie both had commented on it while Ava just shrugged it off and suggested everyone mind their business and she would tell people when she was ready.

“I just slept like shit last night and I was ready to leave because I really didn’t want to be in the loony bin any longer and then everyone whispers and says I’m still crazy but I just want to leave and sleep. Sorry that’s I’m a little fucking irritated with everyone right now.” Okay so maybe Connor had blown things out of proportion and he should have just listened to Ava. He sighed and sat a hand on Brats knee and to his surprise she didn’t knock him away but curled her hand around his.

“I’m sorry Brat, no one meant to make you uncomfortable. We’re all just nervous because this is your first day home and we want you to have a good day.” She gave him a small reassuring smile as he pulled into the parking garage for his condo and nodded her head.

“I know but you don’t have to treat me with kid gloves and watch me like you’re worried I’m gonna slit my throat every five seconds. It makes me feel like I’m still in the psych ward.” He winced when she said it like that but he supposed she had a point they were all still watching her like she was a psych patient and he didn’t want her to feel like she was one at all, he wanted her to feel like her normal self, a functioning member of society.

“We’ll come on in then so I can show you your room. I had Ava decorate it because I had a feeling she would know your style more than I did.” She smiled at him and grabbed the last of her bags following along after him and waiting as he punched the code to get in the building. They got into the elevator and rode up to his floor and she waited as he unlocked his front door. “Before I forget.” He added as he placed a key into her hand. The bags were forgotten and he led her down the hallway to her room.

“Oh it’s beautiful, I love the candles.” Connor smiled pleased that she liked her room, and pleased that she liked the candles Ava said were too medieval for her room.

“The candles were the only say I had, Ava picked everything else out. I’ll leave you to settle your things in. You can come find me in the living room when you’re done.” Brat nodded and Connor watched her for a few more seconds before shutting the bedroom door and pulling his phone out to text Will like he had promised.

Connor- Talked with Brat, she was just stressed and tired, seems to love new bedroom

Will- Good to hear, Nat was really worried about her. Wanna get a drink tonight?

Connor read Will’s message and wondered if it would be irresponsible to leave Brat alone on her first night home, then again he supposed she could always come with him. He bit his lip and walked down the hallway knocking on Brats door and waiting for an answer before entering. She was putting her clothes away still and he tried to ignore the fact she had paused mid putting away and was currently holding her lacy underwear in the air. She seemed to notice she was doing so and dropped them quickly blushing slightly at him.

“What’s up?” Connor sat down on her bed and cleared his throat trying to get rid of how dry it had gotten saying the thin material dangling in her fingers.

“Will was wanting to go for drinks tonight, do you feel like company?” He could tell just be her facial features going out to a crowded bar was the last thing she wanted to do.

“I really just wanna stay in and be lazy, but you should go if you want to. I don’t want to keep you from your friends.” Connor considered this, it could be a well disguised trick and maybe Brat was planning on doing something when he was gone, maybe this was her plan all along.

“What if I have Ava come over?” But Brat shook her head at him.

“She talked Sarah into getting dinner tonight, really I’ll be fine on my own.” Brat looked earnest and he couldn’t see any signs of deception on her face so Connor gave in with a resigned sigh.

“Alright I’ll go out with Will.” He stood and left Brat to finish unpacking her things in peace and to text Will back.

Connor- One drink but then I have to get back to Brat

Will- Ava was right

Connor- I will end both of you right now

Will- 😂😂😂 Just meet me, Nat, Jay, Hayley, April and Maggie and Mollys at 8 stud.

Connor rolled his eyes and tossed his phone towards the couch. He really hated his friends sometimes but they weren’t wrong, he absolutely wanted Brat and it was becoming a problem.

[readgi]

Okay, so I decided to share some fun facts about the first chapter of my "brother Gojo" fic Dying On My Knees (the title is too long so I shortened it) along with some of my thoughts while I was writing it, in case anyone is interested idk

Warning that this will contain minor spoilers for the chapter

Ⅰ. I read a lot of fanfics where they live in an apartment, but I always wonder if the fact that they have neighbors wouldn't be a nuisance (like "why do I never see any adults with these kids, just this weird teenager who only appears sporadically from time to time?") so I thought a house at least close to the jujutsu high area would be best and since I have a feeling Gojo would hate the traditional japanese style ones, he would opt for one that is at least renovated in a more modern style.

I would like to work more on Tsumiki and a side that is not so "goody two shoes" that I imagine she has, but I keep reminding myself that this is from Megumi's point of view, who puts her on a pedestal, and he is not a that much of a reliable narrator

Ⅱ. Tsumiki's real birthday was never mentioned, so I decided to make one up for her. Can you tell that the toy she wanted was a Furby? And those scary old ones on top of that, poor thing, she, Megumi AND Gojo will have nightmares about it later lol (what was going on in our (gen z) kid's heads at the time to think that thing was cute???). Also, I didn't mean to call anyone who played with a Tamagotchi old... not much anyway ;p

Ⅲ. I got the idea for the flip phone from this TikTok (in fact, basically all the things they post are incredible, please check it out)

Ⅳ. I thought about writing the two of them messing around in the kitchen trying to figure out how to make good cupcakes, but I myself am a denial and an absolute threat in the kitchen so I thought it would be better not to, since I imagine at least Tsumiki being a good cook. Also, Gojo acting even more like a brat to match Megumi's childish energy is one of my favorite things to write in this dynamic. Poor Tsumiki, acting like the one in charge...

(And while writing this all I could think about was the fact that this is his second birthday without Getou and even though they only spent one together (in the first year) it still must have been one of those days that should have been special but only turned out to be sad and an eternal "what if you were still here...")

Ⅴ. I had planned for them to just go to the bookstore, but then I remembered that Megumi is only 6 years old and probably still doesn't know how to read very well/is still learning, so I decided to send them to the playground first

While I feel like I should write more for Megumi's birthday, I also think this shorter, more direct description suits him well somehow. I don't know, I have mixed feelings about that part in particular.

I listened to this September loop while writing the scenes

[empressofthesunwriter]

Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness

Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 2: The Bell Test

“These little brats!”, I cursed out Sasuke and Naruto.

Do you want to know why?

We are currently doing the Bell Test with Kakashi and…and this BRATS won’t listen to a word I say!

So I’m pretty much running around, keeping an eye out for Kakashi, to find my two stupid teammates and make them LISTEN!

I should have known, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! Both boys were stubborn, yet I hoped they would consider my words.

Yesterday, before we all got home, I told them they should eat something for breakfast because Kakashi-Sensei was trolling us.

As expected Sasuke didn’t listen, but not even Naruto?!

So I was the only one who had eaten this morning.

The Bell Test pretty much played out like in canon, even if I tried to tell these two idiots that we needed to work together.

But nooooooo!

They had to prove they were better than the other and ignored my wise words. 

Since, sadly, I was the weakest of us all.

This sucks!

Even more so this stupid rivalry that Naruto and Sasuke have going on.

Can we not just all hold hands and be friends?

I will turn back old in no time with these two. 

These three if we count Kakashi-Sensei too.

He tried to put me into a Genjutsu, however, I knew what he had planned, since he did it with the original Sakura in canon, so I could dispel it fast.

At least, thanks to the perfect Chakra control I inherited from Sakura I could do this.

In all the other things I lacked seriously.

Sakura's body wasn’t strong, fast, flexible and endurance was a joke.

How should I be like Mitsuri Kanroji with all these weaknesses?

For the Breathing Style of Love, which was much like Rhythmic Dancing, I needed them.

I seriously had to step up my game or would be really…useless in this world.

That’s when I finally found Sasuke.

Buried to his head into the earth, thanks to Kakashi-Sensei’s Headhunter-Jutsu.

I crossed my arm and gave him an annoyed look.

“Are you done doing all alone Sasuke? Kakashi-Sensei is way out of our league, we need to work together! And before you say he has only two bells, Kakashi-Sensei intends to drive us apart and look how it is working!”

He sends me an annoyed look too.

“Look Sakura I don’t know why you have acted so strange since yesterday, but I will not take any changes here! I need to become a Genin! You wouldn’t understand!”

“Uchiha Sasuke, you are Rookie of the Year use your goddamn brain!”, I counter. “Did you ever heard of a team with a Jonin and two Genin? No! Because it’s always a Jonin with THREE Genin. Kakashi-Sensei wants us to work together, even if it doesn’t seem so. A ninja has to see underneath the underneath!”

Unlucky as we are the bell sounds.

The test is over.

I made a facepalm while Sasuke mumbled something about wasting his time talking.

“Hey, Mister I-Can-Do-All-Of-This-Alone? You want me to get you out of the hole or not.”

He doesn’t give me a verbal answer, yet I take what I get.

After a bit of fumbling I get Sasuke out and we walk in silence to the three logs where Kakashi-Sensei and a bonded Naruto wait.

Our sensei starts his spiel about how we should quite been Ninja, which of course angers Naruto.

Before it can escalate I start talking: “Kakashi-Sensei, I know we all are green behind our ears, but…I tried to work with my teammates here. The boys may not have understood the meaning of the test but I’m sure I will get them to.”

“Huh, what meaning?”, wonders Naruto, while Sasuke huffs.

“Sakura I watched you. You didn’t fall for my genjutsu and tried to work with your teammates.”, compliments me Kakashi-Sensei. “While you Sasuke and Naruto failed to see the real reason for this test, out of you three Sakura has the best chance of becoming a ninja.”

I just deadpan at Naruto’s shocked what and Sasuke's anger.

“Sakura, if you would be so kind…?”

I know what Kakashi-Sensei wants.

“Teamwork. This whole test was about teamwork.”, I began.

I explain how unlike it was from the beginning that one Genin could take out a Jonin, how the two bells are there to make us go against each other, how if we three worked together, and made a plan we could have gotten the two bells.

“Really good Sakura, your genius is showing. Sakura here showed how a Ninja should always see underneath the underneath, not always things are as they seem, which Sasuke and Naruto failed spectacularly. Because you see Sakura as weak, you didn’t hear her out. Physical yes, she is weaker than you, but mentally I would say she is years beyond you. Being a Ninja is not all about being strong and doing cool Jutsu, if you can’t use your mind you have already lost on the battlefield.”

My teammates look at me and Kakashi thoughtfully, while our Sensei walks up to the Memorial of the Third Ninja World War.

I let it play out like in canon and finally, it’s time for lunch.

I don’t waste time and put food into Naruto's mouth.

“Sakura, what are you doing?”, asks Sasuke. “Didn’t you listen to what Kakashi-Sensei said?”

“It’s again a test. How should we work as a team if one of us is hungry? Naruto would be a weakness Kakashi-Sensei would exploit.”, I answer, showing food down Naruto's throat, which he happily takes.

“Sakura, you are so smart!”, praise me Naruto between bites.

“Yes, yes, but seriously guys…we need to be a team. I will make you a deal if I’m wrong after we get the balls, I will go back to the Academy.”

From Sasuke, I get a frown, while Naruto looks shocked.

“You really would do this? For me and the teme.”

I nod.

“You two… you must become Genin, I see it in your eyes that it is so important to you…I don’t mind repeating the year if I’m wrong. So please accept this.”

Naruto says my name in aww, hopefully, it doesn’t make him crush on me harder and Sasuke gives me a respectful nod.

Then he also feeds Naruto.

Suddenly in a dramatic dust cloud with twirling winds, Kakashi-Sensei appears before us.

He growls, making my teammates surely shit their pants, till he gives us an eye smile and tells us we passed.

Then he says the famous words I love so much: “In the world of Ninja, those who broke the rules are called scum. But those who don’t take care of their friends are even worse than scum.”

Sign, oh Obito who did you become a villain? You were such an awesome good guy.

Yes, I know why he goes bananas, but still, why did Obito need to be the bad guy, he was always one of my favs.

After Kakashi declares us a team and how we will start doing missions tomorrow, he and Sasuke leave us.

I get my kunai out, freeing Naruto from his robes.

He thanks me, while I wave it away.

“What do you say Naruto? To celebrate Ichiraku Ramen?”

“You got it Sakura! Let’s go!”

Together we run to the Ramen Shop.

Well, it could have gone better, though at least Team 7 began.

So there is only one thing left to do.

“Hey Naruto, after our earned lunch, wanna train together, I have a feeling it will only get more difficult from here.”

“Oh? Sure, Sakura. Maybe you can help me to better understand what behind, behind things.”

Like a big sister, I ruffle his blond hair.

“Then also a trip to the library and then we train.”

A groan escapes Naruto.

“Must we waste our time with stupid books?”

“These stupid books helped me to get this smart, also, don’t complain.”

“If you say so Sakura.”

“Also I need to learn the Kagebushin from you future Hokage that is an awesome Jutsu.”

Naruto chuckles proudly and I hit him friendly on the shoulder.

I have a plan for how to get me and Naruto stronger, Sasuke I will get next time, but for now we deserve to eat some yummy Ichiraku Ramen.

All in all a good day!

[damnedrainbows]

@hellbornprincess [ to Alastor] " yes i do listen to your show in my spare time." Charlie admits. Before she was very embarrassed and caught off guard when he first approached her about that but now it's just the two of them. The princess twiddles her thumbs.... actually she's still a bit embarrassed because she honestly thought she could forever keep this from him. " I really miss you when you aren't here at the hotel, so that's why. " sheepish smile.

It’s not often that anyone these days actually expresses appreciation for the old beautiful art of radio. They’ve all got their faces in those stupid ringing boxes and digital picture boxes.

Loud ringing and flashy productions that leave nothing to the imagination; Hell really fucking lost any sense of style since he’d left. So if he’s being honest, if Charlie is attempting to tug away at his heart strings this way by appealing to his nostalgia, she’s certainly accomplishing it. Little brat…

Clinging to radio while he’s gone because she misses him? Just to hear his voice? If it didn’t stroke his ego so much and melt his hardened heart, he might mock how pathetic it was that it seems she just can’t seem to adjust to him leaving her for just a while.

A hum leaves the radio demon, and he winds an arm around the young lady, claws methodically patting her soft bushel of hair.

“Is that so! Why, I can’t leave you for a second, can I? Cry when I’m not here, do you? Tell me, what’s your favorite part about my broadcasts?”

@hellbornprincess

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I think it would've been funny if Mary was on a solo hunt and met Claire, with her curly blonde hair and big blue eyes and tough attitude and wearing a shirt she stole from dean that dean stole from john, and Mary's like 'oh. interesting. I'm a grandmother. nightmare scenario.' and this is post the bmol reveal so Dean is fully not talking to her and she thinks he didn't tell her he has a daughter because he didn't trust her so she decides to get in Claire's good graces. 1) because her granddaughter seems to have the impulse control of an irritated bull and she definitely shouldn't be hunting alone and 2) she gave Claire a fake last name so she wouldn't figure out their relation so by the time Dean figures out they've met Claire can help sweeten him up so Mary can fix things with him. Claire meanwhile is annoyed that this random woman keeps following her around but she's already resigned to the fact she attracts parental figures like a magnet.

so they're a VERY chaotic hunting team for awhile. Mary also keeps trying to needle out details about Claire's life- she figures she might blow her cover if she asks too much about her father, so she asks a lot about Claire's mother but she's very cagey about the topic. then one day Claire let's Mary use her phone for something and she notices the background is a pic of her and Cas and Claire doesn't wanna get into the whole angel thing with this woman who won't get out of her car so she's like 'oh yeah that's my dad'. and Mary's IMMEDIATELY just like oh God oh fuck I almost got my son in law killed no wonder Dean hates me. she's fully spiralling about her kids not trusting her so much they're hiding an entire family from her. even BEFORE they knew about the brits Dean didn't tell her?? she spends all night on google taking like those dumb 'am I homophobic??' quizzes to see if she said or did anything to make him uncomfortable and she literally goes to a library and prints out articles about how to support your gay child. turns into one of those hardcore gay rights moms over night. Claire just thinks Mary's doing this because she's figured out Claire's a lesbian and she finds it sweet.

Dean eventually starts responding to Mary's texts again and Mary just wants to tell Dean she knows everything so they can Properly make up and move forward but all the parenting books she's been reading insist that she needs to let him come to her with this. she starts dropping hints though, like 'oh I'm working with this hunter named Claire', thinking he'll take the bait and tell her he's Claire's father but he's just like 'tell that criminal she has 32 hours to return my ivory grip gun or else I'm actually filing a police report against her' and Mary's not in any place to critique parenting styles but she's like 😬 and tells Claire who's like 'tell him they'll never take me alive' and Mary ends up in the middle of dumb banter between these two while Claire's driving but neither of them will admit they're father and daughter and it's driving her INSANE. she just wants to be trusted!!

skdhdj Claire has a p.o. box and one day they stopped by and there was a head of a stuffed unicorn in there as a godfather parody, and Claire calls Dean like 'THAT WAS ALEX'S!!' and Mary hears him cursing over the other line and after they hang up she asks who Alex is and Claire's like 'oh my sister' and Mary's like. YOUR WHAT.

then all the shit with the brainwashing and apocalypse world goes down and by the time she's back in the bunker she's SO over waiting she just wants as normal a family dynamic as she can possibly get so she makes a big show of like getting Dean alone and she has a whole apology speech AND a gay rights speech that she had kids from a local lgbt community group proof read and edit for her. and Dean king of the closet is like thanks! but what the Fuck. and people are fully walking into the library now Sam has popcorn and Mary's like listen sweetheart I know I haven't given you a lot of reasons to trust me but at the very least you could have mentioned I'm a grandmother, I mean the resemblance is uncanny- and Dean's like 'shit you met Ben? is he okay?' and she's like. WHO?? WHAT? HOW MANY CHILDREN ARE YOU HIDING. And he's like well Emma's dead ('WHAT') so who else could you POSSIBLY be talking about?? And Mary's like 'Claire!! obviously Claire!!' and Claire, who's on the other side of the room yells 'EW?!' in a put on offended tone and Dean's like 'no she's Cas' brat?!' and Mary's like. 'well she's not a nephilim like Jack! I know you and Cas are together Dean-' and Dean and Cas are like. um. what drew you to that conclusion. pay no attention to the fact we're blushing and now refusing to make eye contact with each other we Swear we are only simply platonic friends we are NOT in a romantic relationship. and then Jack and Claire are both like 'WHAT YOU AREN'T?!?!' and the night is lost to many many confusing confrontations. this post got away from me.

[gummie-s]

𖤐 Dummy . . !

꩜ this is part of the "Look At Me !" collab i have with @tamaki-kisses ! please go read her part of the collab as well ! you can find it -> here <-

꩜ description: you pay a visit to tamaki's apartment. while you're there, your nerdy, entomology student boyfriend tries to help you build better studying habits.

꩜ cw: dumbification, struggling with academics, degradation/praise, slut-calling, cockwarming, doggy style, over the desk fucking, edging, orgasm denial, soft(?)dom!tamaki, fem-bimbo!reader, vaginal fingering, breeding, unprotected sex, brat taming undertones, established relationship, no quirk au, college au . . .

꩜ word count: 6.4k

you weren't a very studious person. your boyfriend however, tamaki, was the opposite. he could spend hours quietly reading through textbooks from your university's library, his color coded composition notebooks open and full of neat lists of vocabulary words and their definitions or paragraphs about the environments specific insects lived in and their interactions with other species he was learning about. neon highlighters and dark black pens constantly littered his desk, his lamp was often the only light on in his room. you'd grown to appreciate his responsible attitude though, happy to lean over his shoulder and compliment his skills and attention to detail while you rubbed his shoulders.

tamaki was studying to become an entomologist; he'd had an interest in insects since he was a child, specifically butterflies. it was quite sweet. nerdy too, and his shy, anxious demeanor just added to the image. he liked to tell you all about his colorful butterflies and fluffy moths pinned in sleek shadow boxes hanging on his wall, even if you'd listened to him talk about them before. he was a collector and a bit of a lepidopterist.

tamaki was actually the one to tell you what that word even meant, there was no way you would know something like that.

tamaki was a very smart man. he was also extremely socially awkward so he'd spent most of his time doing school work and made the effort to build up his academic skills instead of his social ones. in a way you complimented him, you'd always been the social type, happy-go-lucky and quick to toss out a smile. your bright, ditzy personality had enthralled tamaki, along with your pretty features. 

It was no secret you struggled with school, hell, you'd cried many a time into tamaki's warm sweaters after a failed test or a low grade, complaining about your professors and their lectures you just couldn't stand. tamaki's spent hours rubbing your back and quietly asking you questions in a soft tone you could never get sick of. he always wanted to know the most he could, and it was nice to be listened to, and despite not sharing your problems he did his best to understand and empathize.

he wasn't exactly the best at comforting others but he did do well coming up with solutions.

tamaki, the sweetheart, had made it a regular thing to have you over at his apartment for study dates. it was still relatively new, and you'd kind of hated it at first, not wanting him to have a front row seat of you struggling to understand your schoolwork. it was embarrassing . . . but tamaki was always so patient with you. you weren't studying the same exact stuff as him due to your major, but tamaki had the brains to magically help you with most things.

sometimes, it was just nice to sit next to him while you worked, you know, for moral support.

tamaki was working at his desk as usual, leaving you to sit on his bed with your paper notes and laptop flipped open. the screen had gone dim after you spent way too long blanking on a question. you pouted, huffing quietly and casting a puppy eyed look towards your boyfriend. of course, he wasn't looking at you, too busy pouring over his work, the geek. which was a shame, since you'd gotten all dolled up before coming over in a last attempt to take his mind off school work and in turn get you out of studying. it wasn't all bad, but you'd rather do anything besides stare at printed words that blurred together way too quickly.

you had the cutest blouse on, it had a low neckline that showed off your chest, accentuating your breasts in a way you knew tamaki liked. around your neck hung an expensive pretty necklace tamaki had given you for your one year anniversary, the golden locket shiny and attention grabbing below your collarbones. a soft pink cropped sweater was draped over your shoulders, the buttons left undone to show off your outfit. you even put on the miniskirt he complimented you on that one time! it was just short enough that if you bent over he could see your ass, and it had a plaid patterning that matched one of his brown argyle sweaters he wore on top of a classic white button up. what was even better was that he was wearing it right now, unintentionally matching with you!

you even brought out the thigh highs, and yet tamaki had barely given you a once over when he opened the door for you, already wearing his reading glasses. he just smiled all small and cute before he welcomed you inside like he normally did.

you sighed loudly, looking at tamaki out of the corner of your eye. tamaki's head just barely twitched in your direction, his middle finger swiping along the mousepad of his computer.

you sighed again and collapsed back onto his many pillows, more obviously staring at his pretty side profile.

tamaki looked at you this time, thin eyebrows furrowed, "what?" He whispered. which was funny, because it wasn't like you were in the library and had to be quiet.

"i'm bored." you complained, glossy lips pouting some more.

". . . what're you working on?" he asked instead of acknowledging your complaint, pushing away from his desk in his rolling chair, spinning to face you slowly. his legs were spread and he leaned to the left to rest his elbow on the armrest, propping his chin in his hand. His narrow eyes were almost bored looking, but the little shine in them gave away his amusement he felt towards your whining.

you glanced nervously at your half assed writing. "umm."

"well . . . do you need help?" he offered plainly when you didn't give him an answer.

you squirmed, "no . . ." the single word was mumbled out unsurely, and tamaki breathed out of his nose in an almost chuckle.

"i'm sorry you're bored, but you need to get your work done, okay?" is all he said before he turned back to his desk. "you're doing great." he praised, facing his computer again.

'doing great', yeah, sure.

instead of doing as he asked, you simply gazed at the slope of his wide shoulders, his sharp elegant features softened by his knit sweater which was attractively rolled up his forearms. his dark hair was a messy nest of cow licks and untamed locks. The smaller hairs at the base of his skull curled adorably, and your fingers itched to play with the soft strands. His thin black reading glasses sat low on his nose and he pushed them up casually, eyelashes fluttering behind the prescription.

you shuffled off his blue bedding, your papers crumpling and your computer flickering off. you shed your sweater in an attempt to show more skin and got behind your boyfriend, slipping a hand to the nape of his neck. your painted fingernails creeped up his shoulder blades and itched at his scalp. tamaki shifted in his seat, making a small pleased sound.

"actually, i think we should take a break." you decided.

tamaki shook his head, "i--i have a bit more to do. i'm sure you do, too."

you ignored him and pulled his chair back far enough that you're then able to pad forward and sit on his knee. tamaki grunted, "woah, hey," quickly he helped you shift to sit comfortably on his lap, his arm looping around your waist. your skirt in this position didn't do a good job covering you up but it wasn't like you minded.

you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were getting your way.

tamaki just rolled his eyes in return, squeezing your middle and scooting back to his desk.

tamaki held you close with one hand and used his other to type on his computer and flip through his textbook. "you're so needy." he sighed, not glancing up at you when you wrapped your arms around his neck, restricting and distracting him even more. you giggled, not denying the fact you really were needy.

you analyzed his handwriting, the letters scrawled shakily but neatly in the blue lines of the paper. you noticed he didn't dot his 'i''s sometimes. you were curious to see he was working on entomology stuff.

you pointed at a word, "what's this mean?" oh, yeah, you were going to bug him until he paid attention to you.

"hm?" he hummed, glancing at your finger. "'s just vocab." he dismissed you in a low mumble.

you pouted and pointed at another word, "what about this one?" this went on for five minutes, you repeatedly asking dumb questions to hopefully gain attention that lasted longer than a moment.

tamaki groaned and you shut up at the irritated sound. he paused for a good couple seconds and then started grabbing his papers, piling them together and then placing them in his textbook, using them as a makeshift bookmark. he shut his composition notebook and set everything aside, clearing his desk efficiently.

hope filled your stomach, you almost let out an excited squeal at your quick victory, but it died in your throat when he rolled the chair to his bed and leaned over dramatically to gather all your work. you ended up leaning with him at the shift in gravity, grabbing the chair to steady yourself.

"what're you doing . . ?"

"if you wanna ask questions, why don't you work on these ones first, huh?" tamaki fanned out your papers on his desk, giving you a pointed look.

tamaki leaned over again to scrabble for your laptop. he didn't make you get out of his lap when he strained to gather your things, it was endearing. he actually held your waist tighter, being sure to support you.

you groaned, squirming like a brat and shaking your head, "noo . . . tamaki . . . i was just kidding," you buried your face in his shoulder and screwed your eyes shut.

tamaki turned your laptop back on and pulled up the questions you'd been procrastinating to complete.

"c'mon, at least look at it." tamaki murmured in your ear, his voice noticeably lower and raspy. he placed a hand on your thigh, long, warm fingers beginning to fiddle with the patterned fabric of your miniskirt. your face grew warm at the action, and you hesitantly pulled away and did as asked despite your protesting.

you stared at the questions and your lack of answers. why couldn't there be more multiple choice stuff? at least then you could try and guess and get it done.

you shook your head, frowning.

"what is it?" he asked, and his hand squeezed your thigh again.

"i . . . i don't know what to do . . ." you admitted.

"is my girl too dumb to understand?" tamaki slid a hand up to cup the back of your neck, gently angling you to look at the daunting practice questions. your eyes widened at the shift in tone, and a burning warmth washed throughout your body and settled between your legs. your eyes went heavy at the 'my girl' paired with the degrading words, and you whimpered pathetically when tamaki pinched your nape.

"the only thing you know how to do is look pretty. guess you're too stupid to do anything else." he sighed factually, and you nodded in agreement, it was true, he was right, he was always right.

you're still forced to look at the laid out notes, your laptop screen glaring at you, but it was pointless because you could barely even process it all, heavily distracted by the way the hand that wasn't on your neck crept under your skirt to cup you through your panties. your clit pulsed against his hand steadily, your heartbeat keeping up in perfect rhythm.

"you're so gorgeous. i know you got all prettied up for me, i bet you wanted my cock as soon as you got in here." his fingers lazily rubbed at your clothed lips, your clit aching and pussy clenching around nothing, shame filling your tummy because you really had wished he'd stuffed you full forever ago.

"isn't that right?" he grumbled, pressing his middle finger against the damp spot over your hole.

"y--yes." you cried softly, face scrunching up and your lip jutting out guiltily. at the same time you felt so incredibly pleased that he had noticed how you had dressed up for him, and that he liked it.

"you're such a slut. i bet you're wearing your nice panties too," tamaki scoffed softly, "lemme see . . ." and he flipped up your skirt, humming indifferently when he found out he was right.

embarrassed, you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, bashfully keeping your eyes down on your exposed lap.

"look at that." tamaki taunted.

tamaki went back to stroking you through your cute panties, the white lacey ones with intricate flowers and berries sewn into the delicate satin. tamaki shifted in his chair, "spread your legs for me?" he requested, giving you a hint that he'd stop if you wanted him to. as if you'd choose work over tamaki's fingers rubbing at your cunt.

you lifted your leg and placed your foot on the seat of the chair, dropping your hand on your knee to keep it up securely. you looked at him from under your lashes and tamaki nodded.

"you may be dumb but you're still a good whore, aren't you?" 

he tugged your panties to the side before you could answer, not bothering to give you any warning, instead running his fingers through the slick heat that had built between your legs. the gentle touch had you closing your eyes, a breathy sound escaping your throat. his warm fingers carefully swirled around your gooey entrance before slipping up to circle your puffy clit with the slick he'd gathered. tamaki's other hand was still firmly gripping the back of your neck, keeping you in place and giving you a physical reminder that you were just his plaything and he could hold you however he wanted.

"oh, you're so wet already. i was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help you be a better student." there was disappointment in his voice and your pussy fluttered at the way his pointer finger tapped against your clit thoughtfully.

"i know . . 'm sorry." you slurred stupidly, your hips twitching and softened voice pitching higher.

"i know you are." he abandoned your sensitive bud, instead easing a long finger into your warm pussy. he curled the digit, pulsing it inside you against that bundle of nerves that made your thighs shake. you opened so easily for him, cunt making little slick sounds with every press of his fingers, so loud in the quiet of the room.

you let out a small moan, curling your toes in your thigh highs, gripping at tamaki's sweater desperately when his palm grazed your clit. tamaki added a second finger with no problem, "i have an idea." he announced over the sound of another one of your moans and your eyes slit open curiously.

"mm . . . what?"

"i'll tell you in a bit."

you didn't complain, simply aching as you melted atop of him.

tamaki took the time to finger you until you were squelching against his knuckles and wetting your panties, your thighs sticky with the hotness of your arousal. tamaki spat on his three fingers before returning to your heat, rubbing back and forth along your clit and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure at the warm makeshift lube. tamaki eased the digits inside you and spread them, stretching you open wide before he resumed guiding them deeper. each pulse of his fingers had his forearm flexing, the veins there more prominent than they usually were.

you had dissolved into a panting whimpering mess, unaware of the drool on your chin, lazily swaying your hips to the thrust of his fingers. his were so much bigger than yours, in both circumference and length, filling you so nicely you couldn't help but revel in the pleasure knotting up in your tummy. you pushed his sleeve up his arm, greedily digging your nails into his skin.

tamaki, too smart for his own good, noticed the signs of your orgasm building and he pulled his fingers away from your creamy pussy. a thin string of slick connected him to you, and he groaned softly at the sight.

you whined, "'makii . . ." and dropped your head on his shoulder, cunt clenching and gaping around his absence.

"quit it, i spoiled you enough." tamaki's thumb rubbed at your shoulder affectionately.

"yeah, spoiled my orgasm." you hissed, wiping the drool off your lips.

he ignored you, releasing the back of your neck.

"we're gonna work some more," tamaki tugged his sweater up his abdomen and undid his belt, sliding the brown leather out of the mechanism, and next unbuttoned his pants. he didn't seem to care your slick was still coating his fingers.

"huh?" you eyed the sizable bulge in his jeans you've failed to take the time to notice.

tamaki flustered for a small moment, his cheeks pinkening. he moved to take off his glasses but you stopped him, "wait, you always take them off when we have sex," you told him.

he stared at you, his pointier-than-normal-ears going red. "i--i do?" his voice shook for the first time since you'd gotten in his lap. it was cute. it reminded you of when he had been a virgin when you first met.

you nodded, "yeah . . can they stay on . . ? they look really cute on you." you leaned in and dropped a soft kiss to his blushing cheek. you heard his breath catch in his throat. his hand trembled against the side of his face and he pushed his glasses up his nose instead of taking them off.

tamaki cleared his throat. "sure. thank you." once he composed himself he cupped your cheek with his clean hand and drew you in for a real kiss. his dark eyes slipping shut and yours following. his lips were soft, familiar with your own and you smiled against them.

the hand that wasn't on your jaw was apparently pulling out his cock, because when you separated and he told you to get up, his dick was resting against your thigh.

"strip. leave the skirt 'n socks."

obediently, eagerly, you listened and began to strip. while you did that he pushed his pants and underwear down, not bothering to kick them all the way off. you watched him angle his heavy length up so he could spit on his dick before he held a hand out in your direction to beckon you back, and this time when you sat back down, his cock made its way into your needy pussy.

you moaned when the fat head popped inside you, the first thick inches of his dick sliding in next and the rest was quick to follow. tamaki groaned from behind you, his hands settling on your waist, strong fingers easing you down. you clamped down on his aching cock, wiggling your hips and arching your back, stabilizing yourself by holding onto the armrests of the chair. you had tossed your panties aside when you were up but kept the skirt, the bottom of it brushing tamaki's spread thighs.

tamaki flipped it up over your ass to watch you sink down on his cock, letting out a soft 'fuck' under his breath.

you bounced on him for a couple blissful seconds, dropping your head forward and moaning, happy to get your pussy filled. but then a sudden violent realization came over you and your eyes flew open, your body heating up by a couple hundred degrees, and your movements abruptly stopped.

you looked over your shoulder, gaping, "tamaki!"

"what?" he asked worriedly, palming your ass, his breathing irregular.

"we forgot a condom!" you squeaked.

he blinked at you and relaxed slightly, "do you want one?"

you were shocked at his question, tamaki was always on you about having a condom, he was a worry wart. even if you always had protection he sometimes worried you'd somehow get pregnant.

your pussy fluttered around his cock, your brain fuzzy with pleasure at the fact you could feel every detail of it, every vein and curve that made his dick so addicting. he was so warm and big, it felt so good like this. you grinded subtly into his lap, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about the question. you were on birth control.

shyly, you shook your head. "no . . ."

"that's what i thought. dumb sluts don't get condoms, do they?"

you shook your head again, your tummy flipping.

tamaki slapped your ass, not too hard, but enough that it surprised you and stung a little. "tell me."

"dumb sluts don't get condoms." you whimpered.

"good-- fuck, good girl." he whispered and guided you to sit on him fully, his cock filling you up so well. your gummy walls contracted around him, massaging his thick shaft uncontrollably and pulling a weak moan from your boyfriend. you couldn't help it, his voice did things to you and the sweet words he so rarely laid on you just made you squirm.

"there's my pretty girl . . ." tamaki continued, gripping your waist and planting his feet on the floor. he popped his hips up a couple times, groaning at the way his fat cock bullied its way inside you with the sharp thrusts. you arched, gripping the desk in front of you, your mouth gaping lewdly while manicured fingers pushed away your notes, your laptop going dark.

however, the sound of the papers shuffling made tamaki pause, "hey, what're you pushing those aside for?" he swallowed, "i said we were gonna work." he leaned forward, nuzzling your shoulder.

"didn't i?" he asked in a tone that definitely told you he was already aware of the answer.

"yeah," you replied guiltily, gulping, "i was just . . . you feel so good, baby." you tried to lay it sweet on him.

a breathy sound left tamaki, "thank you, angel. you feel good too." you fluttered around him at the petname and his hips shifted in turn.

"but," your pussy pulsed again as you continued, you were oh so desperate for tamaki to resume his pounding, he'd just gotten started! "i didn't know you meant right now . . . 'cause you were fuckin' me." you explained.

"well, i'm not anymore."

you slumped into him while whining, the action grinding him deeper into you and tamaki grunted softly. "tamakiii, you can't possibly be serious about just-- making me sit here and work while your dick is inside me, you're sucha fuckin' nerd-- mm!" tamaki swiftly reached around you and squished your cheeks, forcing you to stop talking. you almost laughed at the bold move but his voice in your ear had the sound dying in your throat.

"watch your mouth." he warned you.

his thighs flexed beneath you as he used his other hand to take yours, guiding your fingers to a pencil. "this 'nerd' is gonna help you pass your classes you're too horny to f--focus on." he patted your cheek and released you once he felt the warmth of a flush radiating from your face. the jerk probably hoped you were humiliated. which you were and it ended up being the final push that made you give in.

you adjusted your hold on the pencil, it was a mechanical one because tamaki only bought those kind for whatever reason. you couldn't stop the way your lips pouted though, shifting on tamaki's dick and suppressing a whimper when you heard the sound of your pussy creaming on his cock from under the cover of your skirt.

"quit squirming and focus." tamaki scolded, pressing up against your back to tap his finger at your computer, bringing your work back onto screen. you saw his fist tremble, just slightly.

"okay, okay . . ." he was right, you did need to work. also, you couldn't help but listen during the rare instances he got demanding.

so, you did as asked and worked for a solid thirty-five minutes. no breaks, to your dismay. but oddly enough, even after tamaki had relaxed and gone softer inside you, you found comfort in his presence. it was nice to just be so deeply connected with him while you worked your brain, as embarrassing as it was, it kinda grounded you. maybe studying wasn't as bad as you thought?

you definitely liked the way tamaki gently massaged your lower back as you filled question boxes and multiple choice bubbles, his thumbs firmly rubbing at the stressed muscles while his fingers framed your hips. you liked all the attention he was showering you with, he had nothing to do besides look over your shoulder and gently reword questions you needed help with and try and ignore how your slick was dripping down his balls.

your head was hazey with comfort, growing accustomed to the rinse and repeat of answering questions and relishing the praise tamaki lavished you with, his hands rubbing up and down your waist after each successful answer. you of course fiddled with his pencil and leaned into the loving touches and murmurs, grinning, so bashfully proud of yourself.

"you're doing so good, look how much you completed," tamaki said, low in your ear, "you just needed some cock to get your pretty head working."

just like that your clit was pulsing once more and you were ready to get fucked over that desk already. you still haven't gotten to cum yet and if that didn't change soon there would be some words between you and tamaki.

"mhmm," you keened, reaching your arms back to wrap them around his neck, arching your body against his chest needily.

tamaki didn't tell you to go back to work, and he didn't push your hands away, he didn't do anything besides whimper and grind his hips up into your wet cunt, his glasses pressing into your skin. you moaned as his cock began to get hard again and fill back out, swelling inside you and throbbing weakly. it was when a sweet little greedy sound escaped him you realized he hasn't cum either, he's been torturing himself just as much as he has been you.

you were just so used to him making you cum you didn't notice how often it really was, but you sure did now that that pleasure was taken away.

now that you thought about it, you just haven't had the time for a good fuck with your school schedules lately, maybe the lack of dicking really was getting to you. gingerly you circled your hips, rolling your body against his and shivering when he panted in your ear, his hands solid on your waist and guiding you in your grinding.

"babe, you're gonna fuck me now, right?" you asked, digging your fingers in his long, wild dark hair.

tamaki sucked in a breath through grit teeth, "'course i am. you did so good, angel . . ." tamaki exhaled. "'m not gonna let the opportunity of a reward pass by."

"yayy . . ." you stupidly cheered, giggling when tamaki's hands wandered up to your breasts, squeezing them as he kissed your skin, his soft lips tickling your neck.

a gasp escaped your throat when tamaki carelessly pushed all your work aside, the white papers wrinkling and your pencil scattering off the desk. tamaki's thighs framed your own and you were sent forward by a powerful pump of your boyfriend's hips. you let out a girlish squeal as he rammed into you.

"over the desk," tamaki briefly directed you, and your hands balanced your rocking body on the wooden tabletop. you laid your body on the cool surface, curling your fingers into fists and raising your hips for easy access, your butterfly filled tummy resting in the place tamaki had been responsibly studying at less than an hour ago. tamaki got to his feet behind you and pressed his hand at the arch of your back, deepening the curve.

tamaki grinded into your soaked cunt while you got comfortable, his hands pushing your skirt back up your waist, warm hands rubbing over the exposed skin, spreading your cheeks to, you assume, watch his dick get clutched by your needy pussy.

"so pretty." tamaki muttered to himself, and pulled his hips back, emptying you for the first time in what felt like forever. you immediately whimpered, shifting your feet and looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend.

tamaki met your eyes and then leant over your arched back, angling his head to give you a kiss that you were quick to melt into. as soon as his tongue slipped inside your mouth his cock worked you open again, swiftly stuffing you full of him. his thrusts were deep and slow, punishing as he dragged your hips to meet his, dutifully pulling you onto his cock as he licked into your moaning mouth. everytime his balls slapped against your stiff clit you moaned louder and tried to spread your legs wider, limply laying there as you got your pussy split open.

your excess slick stringed you to his heavy balls and there was a thick ring of it circling his shaft after being seated inside your gushing walls for so long. "god, you're soaked. you're openin' so easy for me," he whispered hotly against your lips, his long overgrown bangs tickling your cheek. his eyes were half lidded and so handsomely dark, his glasses slipping down his nose. you were only capable of softly sobbing his name as he thrusted into you at his lazy pace.

"please, faster, please, 'maki . . ." you rocked back against him, crossing your arms and resting your head, burying your hot face in the crook of your elbow.

"faster? this not enough? 't least you're smart enough to know what you want." tamaki said into your ear and gave your hips a small squeeze, which was the last soft touch you got from him.

tamaki took a second to slide his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then push his hair out of his face.

tamaki drilled into you, his pace quickening and his dick hitting you deeper than before as he shifted his weight and got that angle that made you curl your toes and throw your ass back against the sharpness of his hips. you couldn't stop the whimpering cries of his name, body overheated and your thighs shaking as you finally got the fucking you were waiting for. 

tamaki's bare cock filling your pussy was the best thing you've ever felt, you couldn't stop fluttering around him in utter arousal, you could feel every detail of his thick length, and you were so excited at the fact you were going to be taking his cum. you wanted it so bad, you'd never had it before in such a dirty place and now that you had the chance to get it warm in your belly . . .

"cum 'nside me, 'nside, please! ple--" you begged stupidly.

"that's new." tamaki interrupted softly, his pace never faltering, body rolling against yours, skin clapping together. his cock twitched when he pulled out, the thick head jolting briefly when it rested against your vulva.

"'re more of a-- aahh . ." tamaki yanked your body back to meet his dick, working you like a cocksleeve, moaning when you reached behind to grab at him desperately. "more of a stupid slut than i thought you were," tamaki took your hand and placed it on the desk.

"hands down. keep yourself up for me. don't want you to lose your balance."

tamaki slammed into you, his body carrying more weight than before, sandwiching you between him and his desk. your hot cheek pressed against the cool wood, your breath a mix of heavy panting moans and pleas as he guided his dick in and out, over and over, slick dripping on down your thigh highs.

"unless you wanna end up like this. you want me to breed you like this, like a whore, huh?" he asked in that same soft, breathless tone. his fingers dug into your plush waist, grabbing until he got between your legs. he rubbed and circled his fingers on your tender bud and you shook, pleasure sharp and burning throughout your body, it was so much, it was so much! you were still processing what he had said and you shivered violently again, the word 'breed' coming from your sweet boyfriend had your stomach erupting with flutters.

you're quickly obsessed with the idea.

"yes! yes! please, fuck, yes," you encouraged him, drooling and clawing at the dark wood as you lost yourself on him.

"such a slutty little girl. want me to breed you like a fuckin' bitch."

the ledge of the desk banged into the wall, the pinned butterflies in shadow boxes rattling in rythym with your fucking. how long had they been doing that? you didn't linger on the question as it was sent to the corners of your mind when tamaki groaned, your brain fogging back over. you weren't thinking anymore, dumb on cock, going limp with a curve in your spine that tamaki had forced you into earlier, content with your boyfriend using you.

you could barely babble anymore, lips moving but your sounds growing scarce as you continued to beg. tamaki was louder in your ear, his face considerably closer to yours now, his breathing labored and hot on your goosebumps.

"breed me, cum inside my pussy--" your voice was a harsh whimper, and tamaki groaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you and your body responded by clamping down on him tightly. 

"don't worry. 'm gonna cum inside."

"fuck! shit, tuh--tamaki! 'm gonna, i'm--!" your eyes shut and your forehead wrinkled, mouth gaping around your mounting cries.

"yeah, i know, i know," tamaki humped your cunt, "squeeze me like that, squeeze me, c'mon . . ." tamaki's face was quickly buried in your shoulder as you came, your slick thick and frothing around his base, his swollen balls pressed to your tight pussy as his fingers rubbed over your clit, still guiding you through your orgasm despite being so close himself.

the angles of his reading glasses poked into you as tamaki muffled his shaky whine, the metal frames on his red face were warm. 

tamaki's dick twitched hard and he came, pelvis drawing little circles against your ass as he spilled his cum deep inside you for the first time. it felt hot, molten in your belly, he really was breeding you and you felt dizzy with glee. it was so overwhelming, there was just so much! you moaned brokenly, pushing your hips back and trying to take him deeper, wanting to take more of him, everything he had to offer. your sopping cunt milked him of all he had, and tamaki wound a firm arm around you to keep you on his cock.

". . . god, you're . . ." tamaki trailed off panting, "you're greedy."

your heart beat was racing in your clit and you nodded in a lazy manner, "uh-huh," you slurred softly, head resting on the desk. tamaki's thighs trembled against the back of yours, his stupid, nerdy argyle sweater sticking to your back.

tamaki slowly eased himself up, his hands gentle and hot on your skin, his palms smoothing over your waist, stopping at where your skirt was plastered to your lower back. his cock left you next, and once the softening girth slipped out of your cunt you both shared a gasp as his cum began to leak out of your used hole.

"nerds give the best dick." you laughed weakly, curling your arms in front of you and using them as a pillow.

tamaki choked out a bashful laugh, like he couldn't believe you. you both took some time to breathe, relaxing against each other, basking in the afterglow.

he stroked your back, "i'll walk you to the bathroom, you should pee." he reminded you dutifully, ignoring your earlier comment. his hands were a little shaky from adrenaline but he gently guided you to a standing position despite this. you trembled pitifully, your thighs shaking and your feet digging into the carpet for balance.

you pouted, "can't we rest just for a sec? we just finished," you whined, fiddling with your skirt and helping it fall back into place.

you finally turned to face him and a laugh bursted from your mouth, "oh, babe! your glasses!" the laugh forced out a glob of cum and it just made you giggle more.

tamaki pulled them off his rosy face out of embarrassment, his nerdy image was completely ruffled from fucking, to his hair to his sweater, and his once nicely ironed pants. said pants were quickly getting tugged up his hips, and he loosely held the left leg of his glasses with a hooked pinky, his lenses still fogged up to your amusement. he wiped off the condensation with his sleeve before you could gawk at it any longer.

"could you see at all for that whole time . . ?" you asked, resisting the urge to sit on his bed with your pussy dripping.

"well, i could for the majority of it," he informed you shyly, his bangs still pushed off his forehead from earlier, giving you a stunning view of his exposed face. "it's just-- you told me to wear them . . ."

"oh, you dummy!" you took his hand, "you're the cutest. y'know i wouldn't have minded if i knew you couldn't see, hun." you leaned in and kissed his warm cheek softly. tamaki wound his arms around your neck, holding you close with a little acknowledging hum.

"i'm still walking you to the bathroom. we can cuddle afterwards." he mumbled into your embrace.

"okay, okay!" you chuckled, your smile wide across your lips as you surrendered.

"mhm. smart girl." you light heartedly pushed him at the subtle jab, a huff of air escaping his lungs at the impact. but it didn't take long for you to cling to him once more, too needy to really play with him right then. plus his amused little giggle was way too cute to allow yourself to be separated from him for long.

he took the first steps in the direction to the restroom. "i love you." you told him earnestly, enjoying his hand on your bare lower back and the way he was caressing the soft skin with his thumb.

tamaki's shoulders jumped a little, and you watched a sweet smile round out his cheeks, dimples lovingly carved into the centers. "i love you, too."

[lavishedinjimin]

Muse -> kth (art students! au)

— synopsis: Out of all the things in the world, one final project at the end of the semester was the least of your expectations. What you didn’t expect, though, was partnering up with Kim Taehyung, the most respected senior artist on campus. But what the—he wants to do what with you?!

↳ pairing: taehyung x f. reader

↳ genre: f2l, smut

↳ rating: 18+

↳ word count: 17.4k

↳ warnings: dom/sub themes, virgin/corruption kink, unprotected sex, slight size kink, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), breeding, name-calling, faceslapping, ragdoll y/n lol kidding, Taehyung doesn’t care that OC’s a virgin, if you get what I mean, everything consensual

Reminder: Before you read, I just want to say that I am nowhere near an art student so some pointers, terms, or subjects that are stated on this fanfic might be incorrect or misused. I tried to fact-check to the best of my abilities haha! Enjoy!

Giving the portfolio back to your possession, he speaks at the same time: “It’s still a suggestion after all. You can tell me yours if you have one.”

You chuckle at that. Little did he know that your mind was too busy overthinking how things stacked up instead of brainstorming an idea. Since you feel more comfortable with him than before, you tell the truth.

“I have absolutely no idea,” you snicker. 

“Yeah?” he smirks, nodding his head once. “I hate to say this, but this is the only concept I’ve got as well.” Taehyung sits down crossed-legged beside you on the bed, tapping his fingers on his pile of nude portraits. 

“Then I’ve got no choice but to say yes.” 

Taehyung feels his heart thump rapidly in his chest. 

You sat silently at the very back of the lecture hall, sipping on your Iced Americano as you doodled aimlessly at the back of your sketchpad, listening to music through your headphones. The room was still empty, being one of the few ones to arrive early.

“Y/n!”

You jump when a hand suddenly smacks your desk, looking up to see who it was.

Lee Yeseul. You were tempted to roll your eyes at her, but you knew better. She leans at the back of someone’s chair, staring down at you with her signature annoying smirk. She touches her ears, wanting you to remove your headphones. Not complying with her demand, you continue to draw, completely disregarding her. You do not want to waste your time dealing with a bitch that wants attention.

Yeseul grunts in annoyance as she steps forward, removing the device away from your head.

You groan from her aggressiveness. “Hey! What the—” She throws your headphones on your desk.

She scoffs, “I was trying to talk to you, loser.”

You send her a glare, “I thought people like you don’t talk to losers like me.”

Yeseul was – as cringy as it may sound – your typical, spoiled brat in her class who bullies everyone for her gratification. She thinks that she’s the best artist on this campus and always discourages everyone below her. She’s a senior artist, and you were still a freshman. Plus, you are always unaccompanied and private, making you the perfect target. But you were smarter than other people. You didn’t give her the reaction and satisfaction that she needs, shrugging her away when she tries to make a move on you.

Adding to that, you liked to be alone. You like to think and create paintings on your own time and own style. You focused more on uniqueness and making your own color and design, while others just wanted their painting to be pretty.

“Leave me alone, Yeseul. You’re wasting your time.”

She laughs, tucking a strand of her ashy-brown hair behind her ear. “Whatever, Y/n. I think you’re the one who’s wasting their time drawing.”

Is she actually serious?

“Dumbass,” you mutter under your breath, not enough for Yeseul to hear. You still don’t look at her as you continue your little portrait of Captain America. “I think you’re forgetting that we’re both an art student, Yeseul. Get away from me and go hang out with your boyfriends or something.”

You hear her gasp, clearly struck by your words. Yeseul hasn’t got a boyfriend which was the point of your remark. She always tries so hard to seduce every senior artist, but everyone was clever enough to focus on their projects rather than deal with an annoying child like her.

“Oh, Y/n. You wished you never said that.” She spoke with a deep and slow voice, trying to intimidate you.

You chuckle as you place your headphones back, “Oooh, scary.”

Before she could even retort, you notice that your professor has come inside the room and you quickly discard your headset and shove it inside your bag. Yeseul scurries to her seat in the front row as other colleagues pack the room.

Normally, the freshman and senior artists would have their separate rooms and schedules, but earlier today, the head professor of the Arts District had announced all students to gather inside the hall. You didn’t know the reason why, or what she had planned.

“Everyone, take a seat please,” the professor beamed with a kind smile.

Unexpectedly, loud laughter resonates around the room as a group of boys suddenly enter, not noticing the professor in front of them.

“I swear, she looked like a deer in headlights when I said those words to her. Ten out of ten would do it again.” One of them says out loud, eyes disappearing from smiling too much. You chuckle in your seat as you sip on your coffee.

“Boys.”

They all jumped simultaneously, turning towards the professor’s direction where she had her hands on her hips, clearly pissed. They bowed at her, stating their apologies.

“Kim Taehyung, still hanging out with these kids? I thought you’re better than that.”

Kim Taehyung, the top senior artist. All A’s, immaculate artworks. 

He has the highest scores out of everyone, his artwork better than all of the Fine Arts students. Tons of students really look up to him and almost praise him for his paintings. Not only that, but he was also Yeseul’s target. You flick your eyes in her direction, watching how she rests her chin on her right palm, staring at Taehyung in awe.

But in all honesty, Taehyung had the looks. He has slightly wavy hair, his dark brown eyes similar to the color of your Americano. His face was shaped perfectly like it was created by Aphrodite herself. You figure that he also likes to work out, his broad chest and shoulders were undoubtedly eye-catching as well. You lick your lips unknowingly.

He wasn’t a troublemaker, as you recall, though he only hangs out with such people. Whenever you see his artwork posted around the campus, it encourages you to put more effort into your work. He was just like you. He’s not following anyone’s lead, and he knows what he likes. He knows how to stand out effortlessly, and his paintings are one of a kind.

And still, there was not a single molecule in your system that had the courage for you to talk to him. No matter how kind and approachable he seems to be, you were still shy – and he was still intimidating. Not to mention his friends. You never had a good past with some seniors anyway – some of them had a mindset that all freshmen should ‘get on their level’ before they would talk to them. All of it was a bunch of nonsense.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything in reply to the professor, instead, he bows. All seven of them sat a few rows in front of you. You caught sight of Yeseul’s dirty look towards you. 

She’s so immature.

“Anyway, all of you are probably wondering why I brought you here.” You don’t notice that your coffee is already empty until you only hear slurping sounds, your straw trying to get more of the liquid. Frowning, you slumped your body on the chair as you listened.

The professor suddenly brings out a folder, making your intrusiveness grow wider. “I have paired every one of you to work on a year-end project for portraiture.”

You could’ve sworn you felt your heart drop to the ground.

“Each freshman will be paired with one senior, and the two must decide who will do the work.”

You hear recurring gasps and groans; agreeing to your thoughts. “That’s bullshit,” you heard someone grumble under their breath.

“Everyone, let me clarify. Since my class focuses on portraitures, one of you will draw, and the other one will be your muse. But I still should see the collaboration of ideas here.”

“No way, madam.” One of Taehyung’s friends quickly speaks as he stands up, making their group laugh, and pull him back down to his seat, patting his back.

“Yes way, Mr. Kim Seokjin. I want everyone to trust me with their partners. I know each of my students and I’ve paired everyone based on the similarities of your portfolio. This is to build everyone’s ability to work with a fellow artist, and to share ideas.”

You snort as she mentions all the things you hate the most.

“The pair who has the highest score will have their painting displayed inside the Fine Arts Exhibition building.” Your eyes enlarge, irises sparkling in abrupt desire.

The Exhibition! 

You’ve tried so hard to get one of your art exhibited inside that place. It was where some lucky students’ creations will be shown if their professors liked their work specifically, or if it stood out to them. It was almost rare for professors to choose art made by a freshman, but you wanted to change that. You received hope for this project all of the sudden, and the Fine Arts Exhibition was the only thing that’s currently driving you to your goal.

“And by the way, there are no limits for this project. Any concept, any art style is appreciated – as always.” 

Your professor was already announcing partners, and your heart was thumping too fast for your liking. You bite your lip from the horrible atmosphere, your palms getting sweaty. You acknowledge a lot of sighs and grunts when they hear their partners, and you just wish that you’ll get someone assiduous enough.

“Kim Namjoon with Sing Junghoon, Park Jimin with Yong Hyesa, Kim Taehyung with…” you didn’t know you were holding your breath as she flips the page.

The world feels like it was in slow motion.

“Kim Taehyung with Y/n.”

Silence fell inside the room once you heard your name fall unexpectedly from your professor’s lips. You hear a couple of murmurs and whispers as Taehyung swivels around to look at you. His eyes meet with your wide ones in complete shock. Taehyung’s face was not as different as yours; his mouth was slightly open and his eyes big. A couple of his friends look at you as well, making your face warm in embarrassment.

No fucking way.

“You really think that you could work with her?” Park Jimin asked, still scanning the utter turmoil that Taehyung was in. Taehyung doesn’t reply as he keeps his eyes on you, eating your lunch with your friends. He sees how you weren’t keeping track of what your friends were even saying from being so immersed in your meal. Taehyung watches you flip your hair to one side of your shoulder.

“Hey,” Jimin nudges his shoulder.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Jimin scoffs, “I asked you how you are supposed to work with a girl like her.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, still keeping an eye on you. One of your friends suddenly snatches a piece of meat from your plate and runs away with it, instantly plopping it inside her mouth. You don’t even bother scolding her for it.  

Taehyung tilts his head to the side and clicks his tongue. “I don’t know, man. But we’ll see. I’ll figure her out.”

He turns to Seokjin, who was looking at him suspiciously. “Stop staring her down like she’s a piece of meat. What are you thinking about?”

“So how are you with you and Lee Minseo?”

Seokjin laughs at his attempt, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re not so smooth, Taehyung. Anyway, Minseo and I have talked about it already. We’re meeting up tomorrow.”

Taehyung frowns, slightly jealous of his friend. Seokjin already has everything planned out when he doesn’t, and it was a first for him.

Normally, Taehyung was always the first one to have everything arranged. But he just doesn’t know anything about you besides being so introverted and shy. “You, go approach her, immediately.”

He turns to Seokjin while his eyes narrow, “Right now?”

“Yeah. Don’t you wanna finish this project as soon as possible? Taehyung, you have to know who you’re working with first. Y/n probably won’t make the first move, and I know that you know that.”  

Taehyung runs his tongue along his bottom lip, observing how you were nodding and smiling at your small group. He hasn’t seen any of your artwork yet, and he was curious.

Maybe it was just like his: distinct and unique. The kind where there’s no specific explanation to it, for it was open to interpretation. The words of your professor repeat inside Taehyung’s mind, and his body suddenly fills with optimism.

Seokjin laughs at him. He sees how Taehyung’s face changes with determination, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. “Go, Taehyung.”

He smirks as he slings his bag around his shoulders.

Who are you, and what do you like, Y/n?

“Why are you not excited about this, Y/n? You’ve partnered up with Kim Taehyung! Your work will end up inside the exhibition for sure!” Seoyun, one of the few people that you were friends with says with a huge smile on her face. You look down, blushing. You don’t know why but every time someone mentions his name, you immediately turn shy.

“I don’t exactly know how I’m supposed to feel, Seoyun.”

“Y/n, seriously, you’re so lucky. He’s the top student, and he’s also very tall and hot!”

You blush at Hayoon’s statement.

“But I mean, I understand that you’re shy to come up to him, but it’s for a project, Y/n. Don’t you wanna do this for the exhibition?”

You frown, “I do, but I just…I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try to talk to him someday when I get the confidence. Maybe.”

“Y/n…” Seoyun warns your name out loud, her eyes focused somewhere behind you. “I think that someday is today.”

“Nope. Perhaps tomorrow.”

Seoyun panics and grits her teeth as she speaks, “No, I mean, like right now!” 

You crease your eyebrows at her, “What do you mean?”

Your eyes followed where Seoyun was looking at and you turned around, almost shitting your pants as you saw the one and only Kim Taehyung behind you, smiling as he grips his bag straps. Your mouth opens as you try to speak, but nothing comes out. He was wearing a black button-up tucked inside black slacks. His hair is slightly wavy and long that covers the top of his eyes. His appearance up close immediately took your breath away.

“Hey, Y/n,” he smiled, eyes narrowing a little as he flashed you a cute heart-like smile. You could’ve sworn you heard your friends squeal just a little.

But you, on the other hand, start to panic. Were you supposed to stand up and greet him? Or should you just sit there and smile without being too obvious of your feelings? You remove your gaze from him and look down on the cemented floor as you try to find your words. 

“Hi,” you peek up at him. 

You can feel Hayoon stepping on your foot, making you screech quietly. She gives you a look that says ‘get a grip!’, and you try your best not to fuck up.

Taehyung chuckles silently and steps forward, making your heart race. He sits on the space next to you, letting his bag rest on the floor of the cafeteria.

You were too close to him at this moment. He never lost his eye contact with you – which made your chest pound rapidly. You nervously tap your foot on the ground, your friends clearly aware of your behavior.

“Do you girls mind if I sit here for a moment?”

They nod at his request, yet you were still there, sitting in shock and not saying anything. You let your hair fall to cover the sides of your face so that Taehyung can’t surely see you. 

“So, how’s everyone’s day?” Taehyung asks, turning his attention to the two other girls. They instantly reply.

“You just made it better,” Hayoon beams, leaning her head on her right palm. The way she was scanning him up and down was just too obvious. Taehyung only nods with a smile.

If other people saw what was happening right now; Kim Taehyung, sitting with three other girls during lunch break, would probably assume things instantly. You already sense people burning holes at your back.

“Y/n?” Taehyung’s voice suddenly says right in your ear while your body jumps in surprise. He laughs a little at your reaction.

“Don’t worry about her, Taehyung. She’s probably just speechless.” You narrow your eyes as you give a death glare to Seoyun. Taehyung’s lips curve into a smirk as he looks down. His hair falls right in front of his eyes and it almost gives you a small instinct to brush it away from his face.

“So Y/n, I came here to ask you something,” Taehyung speaks as he scoots closer to you. You gulp at the sudden proximity, wanting to move away from him but you were afraid to look rude. You don’t reply, so Taehyung just continues. “Do you want to meet up after your schedule? You know, talk about the project?”

You hang your head low as you try to find the correct words. Of course, you want to get this project done as soon as possible, but just being with Taehyung was too much for you to handle – or that’s what you think anyway.

“Of course she does!” Hayoon exclaims first but Seoyun stops her furthermore.

“Hey,” he whispers beside you. Taehyung wishes to place his hand on your shoulder to assure you, but he stops himself. Taehyung finds yourself so endearing, even if you weren’t saying much. He’s already so engrossed by you, but heck – he still doesn’t know much about you.

He admits to himself that you’re cute.

“What do you think? I mean, if you want we can talk tomorrow. I’ll give you your time if you’re not comfortable with today and I’m sure I can—”

“No! No, um. We can meet today.” You cut him off immediately, finally using your voice again. You knew that both of you wanted to finish this project quickly, so you don’t want to lose any more time. Taehyung flashes you a gorgeous smile as he lifts a hand in front of you for a handshake.

“Great! Let’s meet up at the main gate later when you’re done with everything.”

You shyly reach out to him and you clasp your hands together, his slender hand bigger in comparison to yours. “Nice to meet you Y/n.”

You force out a small smile at him, “You too, Taehyung.”

Your hands stay together for a few seconds before he retrieves his hand back with a little smile. He grabs his bag and finally stands up, “Nice talking to you, ladies.” He gives a final smile and walks away.

You look behind you, keeping your eyes on him, and watch how he brushes his hair with his right hand, throwing his head back.

Park Jimin, who is also one of his friends, was waiting for him and he gives Taehyung a fist bump. Jimin suddenly locks eyes with you and gives you an unsuspecting wink. Your eyes become big and you quickly look away, turning your attention back to the girls who were looking at you with a wide grin. 

You let out a deep sigh, your mind running with numerous thoughts. You were always like this; you tend to overanalyze things. The term ‘go with the flow’ wasn’t always a strong pursuit when it comes to you. There were times where you wanted to change this personality of yours and live life in the present, to stop yourself from thinking way too deep in the future, but change is difficult. You admit that you have problems with self-confidence, and you hope that you could change that.

Especially being partners with Taehyung. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

This is one of the reasons why you paint. It was always a contrivance to express your personality when your own words and actions couldn’t. You just bring out a canvas and some tools, and you can communicate your emotions.

You hope Taehyung won’t see you as weird. You hope he’d understand you.

Main gate. Main gate.

Did he already arrive? Or do I have to wait for him?

What if he doesn’t come and I just made a fool of myself?

Is it even three o’clock?

You bite your lip as you check your watch, and yes, it was exactly three o’clock.

What if I’m too early?

You groan at all of the thoughts that have been eating your mind. You grip the bag straps tighter as you keep walking towards the main gate where Taehyung told you to meet up. You hope that he’ll already be there because you didn’t want to wait at all.

“Y/n! Wait up!”

Oh, God. You knew who that voice belonged to.

You turn around and see a familiar ashy-brown hair, smiling at you. “What do you need, Yeseul?” You mutter.

She comes up beside you and smiles like she wasn’t just saying shit to you earlier at the lecture hall. “Where are you going?”

“The main gate,” you reply monotonously.

“Oh! Me too! Let’s walk together.” You sigh quietly, not loud enough that she could hear. You can already guess what she originally planned, and you were not prepared for it.

“How’s it like being partnered with Taehyung?”

You gulp, avoiding eye contact. You don’t say anything as you keep walking. “You’re one lucky freshman, Y/n. Are you and him close already?”

Lucky. You heard that word a million times today.

You shake your head, “I don’t know. I’m supposed to meet up with him now to talk about the project.”

“Oh,” she scoffs, “but I just saw him a few minutes ago! He’s still hanging out with his friends. They’re at –” Before she can finish her sentence, a voice calls out your name and you turn around, somewhat smiling in relief when you spot Taehyung, running up to you with a smile on his face.

Yeseul looks at Taehyung and then back to you, clenching her jaw. You wanted to laugh at her, but you prevent yourself from doing so.

Taehyung comes up to you with two Iced Americanos, “I figured that you love these.” You shyly look away from him while a smile creeps up your face, feeling your cheeks turn scarlet.

“You didn’t have to. I-I’ll pay you back!”

“No, please. It’s a gift from me.”

Your heart melts from his simple action, although you remember that Yeseul was still right beside you. She sneers at the both of you, “Wow, am I disturbing something?”

Taehyung turns his head in her direction, “Yes, you are.”

Ding, ding, ding! Knockdown!

Yeseul rolls her eyes and proceeds to walk away, but she was still looking at Taehyung, “Tae! Maybe you should buy me a coffee next time.” Taehyung chuckles as a reply, letting her walk away without replying. He looks back at you, “Sorry about that.”

Shaking your head immediately, you spoke, “Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry about. She’s crazy.”

“I know she hates you.”

“You do? How?” You lift an eyebrow at him, and he smiles pathetically at you.

“She always talks about people she hates during class when the professor’s not around. It’s sad, honestly.”

‘Wow, she’s really living like that?’ You think to yourself.

Shrugging your shoulders, you say, “Well, she likes you.”

Taehyung laughs quietly, “I’m not into girls like her, Y/n.”

“Oh,” you awkwardly chuckle, “okay.”

Then what are you into, Taehyung?

You almost wanted to slap yourself from that stupid thought.

“Let’s go?”

“Okay.”

Both of you proceed to walk towards the main gate, not knowing where he was planning to take you. Once you are out of the campus, he leads you to a shaded seating area where he and his friends would usually hang out.

He sits down and motions you to sit across from him. You obey, placing your tote bag beside you, a wooden table separating the two of you. 

Nervousness came to visit you again. 

Taehyung smiles, “So…” he takes a sip on his coffee, and you instinctively do the same. “How did you feel when they said that we were doing a project?”

You chuckle, looking away from him as you still couldn’t stare at his eyes for any longer than five seconds. “I…I was expecting it to be individual work. But when she said that we’d be pairing up with seniors, I was lowkey disappointed.”

He smirks at you, leaning his head on one hand. His strong gaze was directly on yours and you found it hard to speak when he was staring at you like that. You didn’t have much experience talking with boys, and everything was a new occurrence for you.

“What? Why?” He seems so intrigued, which pushes you to continue. 

“Well, I’m not really into these group projects and pairs… and all that. It might seem kind of shit to you but it’s just what I prefer.”

“No, it’s alright,” he waves his hand in front of him, “You can say anything and I’ll listen. I know people who are like you as well. They would rather work by themselves so they can work freely, is that it?”

You grin at him, the feeling of being understood satisfies your heart. “Exactly. It’s not like I hate people, or I don’t value their opinion or ideas. But if there was an option of working individually instead of with another person then I’d go by myself.”

Before you can forget, you seize your collection of paintings from your tote bag so that he can take a look at your artwork and style, handing it to him with a little smile. He gladly accepts the thick, black portfolio and puts it inside his own bag.

The corner of his mouth lifts, leaning his body forward as he rests his forearms on the table. There was a certain glint in his eyes that you can’t seem to comprehend. “Let’s say there was an option to go solo on this project, would you leave me?”  

Fuck. You don’t know how to answer that question.

You weren’t sure of your thoughts, too. If you said yes, you probably sound like you didn’t want to work with him. But on the other hand, Taehyung enthralled you. You want to see how things will turn out if you work with him. His works had a unique statement that only Kim Taehyung could create. You want to see how both your ideas combined will come to life.

“Well?” He teases, obviously knowing what he’s doing to you. He likes the way your face gets flushed in shyness.  

“No,” you giggle.

“No?” A look of bewilderment covers his face. He was sure that you would’ve chosen to go solo. He smiles as he squints his eyes at you slightly, “And why’s that?”

“Because I want to work with you, and maybe…” you pause for a while to find the correct words to say, “and maybe get to know you a little more.”

His heart quickly warms up, feeling the satisfaction from your answer. He felt the same way with you – and he was excited to work with an artist who had the same interest as him, hopefully.

“So, do you have any ideas?” You asked. You didn’t brainstorm on anything yet and all that was in your mind was working with Kim Taehyung. He smiles and leans forward, combing his hair back. “I want to do something different, something that I’ve never tried before.”

You chuckle, “I thought you’ve tried everything already, Taehyung.”

His eyes turn into slits as he laughs, showing off his teeth, “Not everything, babe.”

Babe?

Your heart skips a beat as you gulp, feeling things that you aren’t supposed to feel.

“You see, there’s one type of painting that hasn’t been featured on the exhibition building yet. And you know what that is?” he asks, never losing eye contact.

“Uh…” you look up, trying to think as you imagine all the art displayed inside the exhibition. As you do so, Taehyung scans your face, taking a good look at you.

He wishes his plan goes well.

“I’m not so sure,” you smile lightly.

You crease your forehead when you notice that Taehyung was hesitating to say something, his eyes darting in different directions. The look on his face worried you. “Taehyung? What is it?” you lean forward in an attempt to make him feel at ease.

Your heart jumps when he finally locks his strong eyes with you once again.

“Nude.”

“WHAT?” you fume as you slam your hand down on the wooden table, abruptly standing up from your seat. Taehyung anticipated this reaction, so he was calm. “You want to do what?!”

“Y/n,” he starts, urging you to sit back on your seat, but you still stand your ground. Suddenly, you remember that one of you has to be a muse; oh my god—this is a portraiture project!

“Y/n, Y/n, hear me out,” he laughs quietly, watching all the blood rush through your face. “It will be fun!”

“I am so not getting undressed in front of you, Taehyung! I know you’re attractive, we both get it! Sure, you’re fucking hot! But I’m not! I won’t show my body to you! Especially not for this project! No!” You stomp your feet like a child, pacing left and right as Taehyung watches you with an endearing smile. He tilts his head to the side, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. He examines you, eyes running up and down your figure as your words of abrupt compliments repeated again and again in his mind. He didn’t even notice that he was biting his lips.

“Sit down.” He says firmly with a deep voice, making your stomach turn.

Maybe it’s the coffee.

Yeah.

It’s definitely the coffee.

You gulp as you did as you’re told. As if you can’t get any more bashful, you turn your head away from him.

“I’m sorry if it was too abrupt, Y/n.” he speaks with a monotone voice and you can feel the timbre in your fucking tummy. “But I just think a nude painting will be a good idea, it’ll be unique, Y/n. No one has ever created art like that before on our campus. It will be the first. There’s no way it wouldn’t be displayed in the exhibition.”

He sighs quietly when you don't buy his pursuit.

“Sorry, Y/n. I understand that you’re not up for it.”

Wow. Is he guilt-tripping?

You grab your bag whilst standing up again from your seat. You see the shock in his expression. “W-Where are you going?”

“Back to my dorm. I need to think.”

“Y/n, please, let’s try this again, okay? Just forget that I even suggested it—”

You clench your jaw, gazing at him one final time. “I said I’ll think about it, Kim Taehyung.” And at that, you turn your back to him and walk away to catch a bus ride home to your dorm, leaving Taehyung and your empty cup of coffee behind.

And… something else.

Taehyung hates the way he feels right now. As he slumps his body down on his bed, his body feels like it weighs a hundred times heavier. He admits that it was his fault; he shouldn’t have suggested that idea, especially to a person – to a girl that he wasn’t close with.

“I won’t show my body to you! No! Especially not for this project!”

Your words repeated inside his mind as if stabbing his idiotic brain. He picks up a pillow and groans loudly against it, closing his eyes in dismay.

“I know you’re attractive, we both get it! Sure, you’re fucking hot! But I’m not!”

Little did you know… little did you know that Kim Taehyung finds you attractive as well.

Cries of frustration leave his lips. The deadline of the project was next week and big activities like this should be planned out until tomorrow. God, what the hell is he supposed to do now?

Suddenly, his phone vibrates upon the pocket of his slacks. He picks it out and reads the I.D: Seokjin.

He rests his head against the pillow, answering his friend’s call. “Hello?”

“What happened? I saw Y/n fucking leaving you out there!” Seokjin laughs loudly, making Taehyung blush in embarrassment. “What the fuck happened with the two of you? It was like a freaking breakup scenario!”

“Hyung, stop laughing,” Taehyung sighs while rubbing his face with his other hand, “I messed up. I messed up so bad.”

Seokjin was still laughing at the other end of the call, cackling like a madman. Seokjin – knowing Taehyung – actually thought to himself that his plan would flourish. “Kim Taehyung, what the hell did you say?”

“Just… I just suggested an idea that she didn’t like.”

“Wow. That’s a first!” he snorts, “I can’t wait to tell the boys this one—”

“Seokjin, please. I don’t want to lose this.”

“You say that every time, Tae. And every time you fucking win.”

He thinks for a while, ignoring Seokjin’s voice for a short amount of time. His mind wanders off to somewhere else, going into a world of his thoughts.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

The line falls silent.

“Taehyung,” the older one says first, his voice now empathic, “what’s up?”

He doesn’t regret what he said, nor he doesn’t want to take it back. In his mind, Y/n was the prettiest girl he has ever laid eyes on. Sure, he did not notice her much before the announcement at the lecture hall, but at the exact moment they both laid their eyes with each other, he was starstruck by your beauty.

Taehyung’s idea of a nude portrait was initiated before the professor announced partners. He already had this vision even before he knew who his partner would be. If his partner were a man, there wouldn’t be a problem with that, he would still recommend the idea. But when Y/n’s name was called, he was deep down excited.

He, although, feels bad. You must have felt so flustered. He wishes he could turn back time and forget that he said that if your reaction was negative.

Taehyung understands your point of view though. He was a man that you don’t know, you two weren’t friends, you two weren’t close. He had only started talking to you today, and it was too abrupt for him to recommend something like this.

But despite the fact, he hopes that you won’t ditch him as his partner or go solo because he genuinely wants to work with you. Someone as mysterious and captivating as you shouldn’t be ignored and be overlooked.

“Taehyung, are you still there?” Seokjin’s voice snaps him out of the trail of thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? I think you zoned out.”

“Yup, I’m…I’m fine,” he takes a deep breath. “I’ll call you later, hyung. I need to do something.”

“Alright then,” Seokjin says, “See you.”

“See you.”

Taehyung throws his phone somewhere on the bed and is quick to rush to his bag that was on the floor.

He takes out your portfolio.

With careful hands, he feels his chest sinking. Why did he feel so upset? Flipping to the first page, a feeble smile paints his face as the first image was a picture of you.

He traces the image with his index finger, his smile growing bigger as he further examines your face.

“Beautiful,” he whispers to himself.

Taehyung traces your full name written in cursive at the bottom of the image. Was it weird to depict how someone’s name can fit a person’s character so much?

At the very corner of the page was your social media account, specifically your Instagram. Without thinking any further, he crosses his legs together and places the portfolio flat down in front of him on the mattress. Grabbing his phone, he types in your username.

“Oh wow,” he chuckles in delight, being more enchanted by your beauty. The pictures in your profile consisted more of your artwork, but the best artwork he saw was you.

Taehyung spends the remaining time of his afternoon examining and admiring your works. Mostly abstract and full of vibrant colors, just like his. Each one of your creations screamed your name. Your style was something else; and he truly believes that the two of you will make a great partner, giving and receiving tips and advice from each other.

It doesn’t matter that you’re still a freshman art student. Your art, in Taehyung’s opinion, is masterpieces that deserve a place in the exhibition.

The next morning at school, you purposely avoid Taehyung and his group with your head low as you walk past them, continuing the journey to your classroom.

Jimin nudges Taehung’s shoulder when he spots you. Quickly, you scurry away from them.

“Umm…” Jungkook starts, looking at Taehyung with a confused expression. “You two still aren’t close?”

“Yeah,” Jimin buts in, “the deadline is in 6 days. Remember Taehyung, this is a big-scale project.”

“It’s seven in the fucking morning,” Taehyung grunts, “Can you guys not rub it in my face that I did a horrible job with Y/n yesterday?”

As the group of boys goes their separate ways, Seokjin sticks by Taehyung’s side. The two make their way across the green campus field. “You can say it, you know,” Seokjin speaks. Taehyung lifts a brow at him.

“Say that you like her.”

Taehyung’s mouth curves into a smile, eyes narrowing. “It feels unfair. She fucking hates me.”

“So, you like her?”

He groans, “I do like her.” A blush creeps up his face, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck timidly, “I like her a lot.”

“Well, you reap what you sow. You better fix this before Y/n changes her mind and goes solo.”

But what Taehyung doesn’t know is that you truly have no plans to go solo.

You, on the other hand, were a mess last night. You wondered if Taehyung hates you, or if you looked like a fool yelling at him. But what’s more stupid is how the fuck you’re getting your portfolio back without it being awkward.

You couldn’t even at least spare him a glance earlier as you walked past him. How are you going to actually talk to him face-to-face?

Going to the café that you usually visit every day to buy your coffee, you were about to pay for your drink until two familiar faces ran up to you.

“Make those three cups!” Hayoon shouts and you immediately press your index finger against your lips, shushing her.

You turn your attention back to the lady behind the counter, “Three iced coffees please.”

“Sooooo?” Seoyun walks up behind you to massage your shoulders, easing the tension from your stressed muscles. “How did it go? You didn’t send us a text.”

“What, with Taehyung?” you say while your two friends follow you to sit at the nearest unoccupied table. They eagerly nod, excited for what you will say.

“Did you guys bond well?”

“At first, yes,” you say under your breath, avoiding eye contact as you do, “but, uh, he just said something I didn’t like.”

Hayoon and Seoyun gasp. They both look at each other before exclaiming, “What?!”

Seoyun brings his fist down on the table, “Did that motherfucker harass you—”

“No!” you quickly retort, shaking your head as your eyes fly to the other customers in the shop to see if they heard your friend’s harsh speculations.

Who's gonna tell your friends that Kim Taehyung suggested a fucking nude painting.

“I can’t say exactly what it was. But I need to talk to him today because I forgot I gave him my goddamn portfolio.” 

“Miss Y/n?” The bartender calls out your name, and Seoyun was kind enough to fetch it for you.

Hayoon was next to speak, “You guys aren’t getting along well?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as an answer.

“That isn’t good, Y/n. It’s either you both fix whatever happened or go solo. Would you rather go solo?”

“No.” You immediately say without any hesitation.

“Remember, Y/n. I feel like Taehyung is your golden ticket to the exhibition. Don’t waste the opportunity.”

Seoyun gives you and Hayoon your coffees before standing up.

After a little more banter, the three of you part ways, going to each of your respective destinations.

As the day went on, today felt like it was a thousand hours long. It was boring, and you thought that seeing Taehyung again would make things better.

No longer being mad at him for what happened yesterday, you had a goal to find him on this big campus. Students were either looking chill; calm and collected, or they’re speed-walking stressfully to their classes.

Though cliché as it may seem, art students are really competitive when an opportunity of their creation being displayed in the Fine Arts exhibition building comes to play. It makes them feel the gratification of a real artist.

You bet Taehyung has felt that a hundred times by now. His paintings being featured so many times in the exhibition really made him look superior and all-mighty, although his behavior did not reflect that at all.

He’s humble, unlike the other seniors.

Clutching your tote bag tighter to your side, you go to the senior’s building with the hope to find your partner.

As you step inside, instead of being greeted by a bunch of fourth years, right at the entrance was Yeseul getting too close with Taehyung.

She was putting her hands all over his chest, obviously making him feel uncomfortable by the look on Taehyung’s face. Why isn’t he pushing her away?

You grit your teeth together, storming your way towards them to rip Yeseul away from him; but she was quick to notice you.

“Oh, hello there, Y/n. Here to see your partner?” she snarks, wrapping her arms around Taehyung’s neck. She also dared to step closer to his body, almost inches away from touching. 

Oh no, she did not just do that.

You drop your bag to the floor, and in an immediate motion, you swing your arm up to her shoulder and shove her away from Taehyung. Her frail body jolts backward, almost losing her balance.

“Stay the fuck away from him.”

Taehyung’s eyes expand as his heart pumps rapidly. 

He did not expect that from you at all. 

“Wow, that’s fucking new!” Yeseul exclaims, “Y/n finally speaks! She speaks, everyone!” She looks around as if people are watching.

No one was watching. There was no one else inside the entrance hall other than the three of you.

“You see,” you were about to retaliate until Taehyung grabs your arm. You look at him for a quick second, ignoring the way his expression tells you to stop. “You see, Yeseul, I don’t waste my time with a pathetic girl like you. Always craving everyone’s attention. Do you think you're the shit? What if I tell you that everything thinks you're just a sad spoiled bitch that got into this school because of daddy, wasting his money by—”

“Y/n!” Taehyung retaliates. 

“Wasting his money by bullying other students instead of focusing on yourself? Just say you’re an attention whore and move on with your embarrassing life—”

“Y/n! Stop, let’s just go.” Taehyung says sharply as he immediately takes your bag from the floor with one hand as the other tightly clasps around your wrist. “Let’s go!” Taehyung yells before Yeseul can even process what you said to her.

But thank God a wave of courage dwelled up inside you to speak your mind and stand up for yourself from Yeseul’s bitchy nature.

Taehyung drags you out of the building, but your eyes never leave hers. “Fuck you.” You enunciate without sound after smiling like a little devil.

Nothing was more satisfying than seeing Yeseul finally speechless.

 It seems like you took out almost all of your energy on Yeseul because you nor Taehyung did not speak until he led you into a secluded alleyway in between two large concrete buildings. 

Unexpectedly, Taehyung uses both hands to hold onto your arms, leaning a bit down so that his eyes are at the same level as yours. 

“Why did you do that, hm?” he asks, scanning your entire face as if trying to figure it out himself. “Y/n?” 

Tilting your head to the side, you once again avoid looking directly at his eyes. You did not notice that you balled your fists beside you while the past image of Yeseul’s hands touching Taehyung comes to play. Your chest caves in and out, speechless. 

Taehyung then places his right hand on top of your head, patting your hair gently. “Talk to me.” 

Grunting, you finally look at him. “I hate her.” 

“Y/n—”

“I fucking hate her! I hate how she touched you! I hate that she has the fucking audacity to be all up on you! And I hate how you didn’t do anything to stop her!” Quickly, you press your hands against his broad chest and attempt to jolt him backward, but he is strong to stay still. 

“Shh, shh, Y/n,” Taehyung firmly holds your hand, catching your eyes fueled with bitterness. In an attempt to hide a smile, he purses his lips. “I’m… I’m sorry, yeah? I fucked up a ton. But you know what, Y/n?” 

“What?” you say with a sour tone. 

“I’m glad you finally stood up for yourself.” 

It was true. You felt a sense of relief once you’ve finally spoken your mind. Even though you said some horrible things to Yeseul, she deserved it. 

You take a deep sigh, resting your head on the concrete wall behind you. “You weren’t even pushing her away, Taehyung. What was she even doing with you?”

He bites the corner of his bottom lip when you aren't looking. He did not want to assume, but you sounded jealous. 

“Nothing, babe. She just suddenly came up to me.” 

You gawk up at him while a blush forms your cheeks. 

There it was again. Babe. 

Your eyes fly to his lips, then down to his chest, and finally to his pelvic area. Not even noticing that you’re staring way too hard, Taehyung coughs to get attention back. 

“Eyes up here, Y/n,” he speaks with a provoking tone. 

Slowly, Taehyung tauntingly smirks and you instantly feel butterflies in your lower stomach. 

“Uh, um…” you fake a laugh, “I just, I just need my portfolio back.” 

There was a seven-second silence with the two of you just staring at each other. You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to talk. 

“I left it at my dorm—” 

“—You’re impossible, Kim Taehyung!” You gasp, about to walk away again but he was quick to stop you this time. 

“Come to my place, Y/n. Please? Let’s talk about the project there.” He pleads, his mouth almost creating a pout, “I’m serious. I really want to do this with you, Y/n. I don’t want you to walk away again.” 

All of those words from him, and you felt the same way. His hand crawls up your arm, causing little bumps to appear on your soft skin. Caressing your arm tenderly, Taehyung looks a bit sullen. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday, for throwing you off like that.” 

“It’s okay,” you say genuinely. You have never seen Taehyung so upset like this. It was a strange sight to see, but you were happy that he’s willing to try all of this again. The feeling is mutual. “I’ll… I’ll go to your dorm.” 

That huge grin reappears on his face and it was enough for you to feel relieved and once again, charmed that he is your partner. 

Following Taehyung's lead to his room, the halls were gloomy and silent, almost as if his dormitory was haunted. “I know what you’re thinking,” Taehyung smirks, looking back at you. “Too quiet?” 

“Yeah.” You giggle. 

“Wait until it’s midnight and you hear people fucking. Walls here are too thin.” 

You do not know how to respond to that as you attempt to stop yourself from blushing too hard. 

Taehyung’s room was apparently at the very end of the hallway and there was still a long way to go. As you trail behind him, you can’t help but stare at his broad shoulders. He was wearing a simple gray tee, and the thin material of the shirt provides enough to see the structure of his upper body. 

He had to be working out. He was tall as well. Whenever you talk to each other, you always have to tilt your head upwards for his entire face to be visible to your vision. 

Taehyung, as if he knows that you’re looking at him, combs a hand through his hair while throwing his head back. He does this a lot as you notice. 

“We’re here!” He exclaims, rummaging through his bag to get his keys. While you wait patiently behind his figure, the door parallel from his room opens. 

It was Jimin. 

“Oh, hey Y/n!” He greets with big eyes, surely not expecting your presence. 

Taehyung whips his head around. “Jimin, hi.” He sends him a certain look which you cannot decipher its meaning. 

“What’s… what’re you guys doing?” He looks down at you and a smirk slowly emerges from his face. You instantly look away. 

“We’re meeting up for the project,” Taehyung says for you as he fumbles with the key to his door. “Obviously.” He quickly adds. 

Jimin hums and leans his body against his door, eyeing you from top to bottom. Even though you were not looking directly at him, he can sense your awkwardness.  

“That’s all?” 

“Oh my God, shut up,” Taehyung chuckles, finally pushing the door open. He sees that you were, once again, hiding your face by looking down on the polished floor. 

Unexpectedly, he lays a firm hand on your lower back and pushes you in his with a slight force. Somehow, that simple action caused butterflies; a fluttering feeling inside your stomach. Your eyes widen as he guides you inside his dorm room. 

Taehyung sends a quick look at Jimin who was smirking at him the whole time. “Literally shut your mouth.” 

“I’m older than you.” 

“At what?” Taehyung snorts, “three months?” 

“Okay, so? I was born three months before you. So respect me.”

He no longer replies and shuts the door behind him. You stiffly stand in the midst of his room, scanning the area around you. His room was nothing but plain. But what shocks you the most are the scattered watercolor paintings scattered all over his wooden floor. 

Nude paintings. 

As if Taehyung was just playing with paint a few hours ago, these drawings were dispersed around the area as if he wanted to show it off. 

You stay silent, bashful. 

“Oh,” he finally speaks as soon as he realizes the situation. Quickly, he moves in front of you, kneels, and starts collecting the mess of papers on the floor. “I-I’m sorry, I forgot to clean these all up—”

“They’re so beautiful,” you insinuate, voice small. 

Taehyung feels a warm feeling inside of him, cursing at himself for even blushing at your compliment. Usually, he would feel proud and confident when people admire his creations, but with you — he turns shy. He continues cleaning the floor, picking up the watercolor papers. “Thank you. I… uh, yeah.” 

“No really, Taehyung,” you shake your head, “Can I see? Please?” 

Turning to you, he gives you a sympathetic smile, diverting his attention away from your twinkling eyes. “They’re not supposed to be seen, Y/n.”

You sit down on his bed as determination takes over you. “Oh please? I’ve never seen anything like yours. Please, Taehyung?” you fake a pout, hoping that he’d give in. He stares at you with his mouth slightly parted, “Please? You’re still my partner after all.” 

He sighs deeply, holding the stack of papers in both hands. He kneels in front of you, sitting on the heels of his feet, and eventually gives it to you. 

Not taking his eyes off of you, he studies your expression. 

With the look on your face, your sparkling eyes, your eyebrows adjoining together, watching the corner of your mouth lifting into a smile, Taehyung watches you in absolute awe. 

“These…” you whisper to him as you can’t seem to take your eyes off of his collection. “These are so good, Taehyung.” 

The paintings were colorful; they seemed messy but you can clearly see the artistic view on them. Though you can clearly see an abundance of women’s butts and boobs and nipples — that was all beside the question. 

“Is this why you asked me to do a nude portrait?” 

Taehyung’s mouth goes dry. He was expecting this question, although he still feels jittery. 

“Y/n,” he suddenly comes closer to you, “I’ve been having an interest in creating these types of paintings recently. I mean, a-as you can see here, I’ve been practicing.” Taehyung explains while releasing a quiet giggle. “I just thought it’ll be a good idea to, uh,” he gulps, “to make one… with you.” 

Taehyung tilts his head up at you, but before you could reply, he lays his hands on your knees. A shiver runs down your spine at this, wetting your lips. 

He looks so damn attractive up close. 

“Y/n, I want you to be my muse.” 

Taehyung’s eyes burn in desire, confidence building up in his system as he leans himself closer to you. He mutters the next words underneath his breath, “You’re beautiful, Y/n. So beautiful that I want to display your beauty to the whole fucking campus.”

Your body weakens. As the air between the two of you thickens, the whole world closing around you, you feel Taehyung run his hands up your thigh excruciatingly slow. With his eyes still locked on yours, time just stops and you allow yourself to get lost in his dark eyes. 

“You don’t have to hide, Y/n. You’re such a stunning lady, it’ll be an honor for anyone to have you as their muse. I am the lucky one, Y/n.” 

He speaks to you with such gentleness in his monotone, deep voice. Unintentionally, you bite down on your lower lip. Taehyung exhales a shuddered breath as he watches you. His eyes study your face, the distance between your eyebrows, eyes, he examines all the little things, even your impurities. 

For him, you were flawless. 

“You really do know what to say, huh?” you smile meekly, admiring him and his splendid soul. You feel so loved by him  – appreciated, even. 

“I’ve never been more sure of my words.” 

Taehyung gives you a final smile before standing up. You watch him walk over to his study desk where your portfolio lays. Letting out the breath that you were apparently holding in, you wipe your damp hands on your clothes. 

Giving the portfolio back to your possession, he speaks at the same time: “It’s still a suggestion after all. You can tell me yours if you have one.”

You chuckle at that. Little did he know that your mind was too busy overthinking how things stacked up instead of brainstorming an idea. Since you feel more comfortable with him than before, you tell the truth.

“I have absolutely no idea,” you snicker. 

“Yeah?” he smirks, nodding his head once. “I hate to say this, but this is the only concept I’ve got as well.” Taehyung sits down crossed-legged beside you on the bed, tapping his fingers on his pile of nude portraits. 

“Then I’ve got no choice but to say yes.” 

Taehyung feels his heart thump rapidly in his chest. 

It wasn’t like he was dying to see your body – no. His point was not to be a pervert. 

His point goes deeper than that. Taehyung thinks that this idea suits you and your aura perfectly. You were both dainty and mysterious at the same time, something about you is just so alluring and captivating. The way you look at him with those eyes of yours, you were like a magnet to him. 

Tempting, like he’d imagine the outcome of this painting. 

Taehyung’s left hand reaches out, hesitates and stops for a second, although it continues until his fingers lightly brush against your cheek. You smile, feeling soft from his gentle touch. He lightly tucks a strand of hair to the back of your ear. 

Those pesky butterflies just never go away, do they? 

“Besides, Taehyung, this is still a collaboration,” you abruptly stand up, facing him. A sudden burst of confidence shoots through your body as you hold his jaw in one hand. You giggle in amusement as you notice his eyes expand in shock. 

Leaning down to give him a provocative stare, you smirk, “You’re not the only one who has the say.” 

Watching him prod his tongue against his cheek causes your stomach to do backflips for the hundredth time today. He tempts you with his strong glare, gazing up at you with hooded eyes. 

He swiftly grasps your wrist, making you let go of his jaw. Raising his eyebrows, he replies with a bold tone, “I’m still superior to you, my little freshman.” 

You and Taehyung exchange numbers before you leave. You stand in between the doorframe, saying your goodbyes. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow at your place?” He reminds, his tall and slender figure towering in front of you. 

“Yup,” you say, grasping your portfolio in your arms. “I’ll be sure to text you my address.” 

Before you even have the opportunity to shut the door behind you, finally leaving his room, he refrains you from doing so. 

“Y/n?” 

Your heart rate quickens. 

Turning around, you whisper, “Yeah?” 

He shows off his handsome smile, that same smile he would put on whenever he receives an award onstage for his incredible work. 

“Your art is magnificent.” 

“He said what?!” Hayoon shrieks as you both walk to the main building. Seoyun wasn’t with the two of you because she was at her own partner’s house, working on the project. 

“He liked my art,” you say quietly, blushing as you reminisce about what happened yesterday. You remember his words, his alluring voice, the gentle yet strong gaze he was giving you, it all felt unreal. “He said it’s quote-unquote magnificent.” 

Hayoon gasps, putting a hand over her agape mouth. You laugh while staring at the pavement, clutching your portfolio tight. 

“What else happened? Did you guys—”

“—Y/n! Good to see you.” Your body jumps when a voice suddenly startles you. Looking up, you see the head professor of the arts district in front of you. She seems amused at your frightened reaction. 

“H-Hello, madam,” you politely smile, clearing your throat. 

The professor also greets Hayoon. 

“I’ve actually been wanting to have a little chat with you, Y/n.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest. “How are you and Kim Taehyung? Doing well together?” 

Hayoon purses her lips, looking away. 

“Um,” you laugh awkwardly, suddenly feeling hot. “We’re… we’re doing good.” 

“Any progress?” She inquires, raising a brow. 

“No, not yet,” you shake your head, “We’re going to meet up later though, finally start on the project.” 

The professor seems so engrossed in Taehyung. It became clearer to you that Taehyung was a bigger deal in this department than you thought. 

Her mouth lifts into a sly smirk, her warm eyes looking straight into yours, “I am looking forward to your collaboration with him, Y/n. You know,” she leans her body on one hip, “I trust my judgment with partnering the two of you together. Based on both of your work, I feel as though you and your senior will create an incredible piece of work. Don’t tell this to anyone…” she suddenly leans in to whisper. 

Your eyes turn to Hayoon, giving her a confused gaze. 

“I’m mostly looking forward to you and Kim Taehyung’s work.” 

And without saying anything further, she says a simple goodbye and walks away. 

She’s anticipating your artwork the most! How awkward can it be if she finds out that your planning to work on a nude fucking painting? 

“I- madam?” You immediately call out to her, spinning around. “You said that we are all free to paint whatever we want, right? As long as it’s a portrait?” 

“Exactly, miss Y/n. No further limitations than that.” 

As you say, madam. 

The knock on your door startles the living soul out of you. You release a mantra of “fuck’s” in your mind, shaving the last bit of your leg hairs as quickly as you can. 

“Coming!” you shout from your small bathroom, hoping that Taehyung would hear. You angle your right leg better, tip-toeing on the toilet seat. 

After a quick minute, you clean yourself up and get dressed. You did not know how to act since it was the first time a boy came over to your dorm. Puffing out a breath, you psych yourself up. 

Twisting the doorknob open, you greet him. “Hey—!” 

Good fucking luck to me. 

Taehyung looks so good. He shakes away the hair that slightly covers the top of his eyes so that he can get a better look at you. He was wearing a simple white tee and sweatpants, yet you can absolutely see his prominent body through the thin material. Taehyung carries a large white canvas stuck between his arm and waist, a bag over his shoulder. 

He scans your body, eyes raking you up and down. 

The tension between the two of you instantly thickens. 

“Hello, my little freshman.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“I’ll call you whatever I want.” He speaks with an authoritarian tone, suddenly sounding serious and sharp as ever. You let him inside your room where you already set up a tarp on the ground. He sees that you have already arranged the living room, clearing the living room from all the unnecessary furniture. 

“So, let’s start?” he voices out without looking at you. He finds your easel and places the canvas on it. 

We’re suddenly rushing everything? 

He sees that you weren’t talking, once again, so he looks at you expectantly with a quirked eyebrow. The expression on his face made you feel small and intimidated. 

“I don’t know where to start,” you barely say through a whisper, fiddling with your clothes. 

His eyes narrow, tipping his head to the side a little bit, “Right.” 

You feel severely embarrassed. 

A good-looking guy in front of you, eating you up with his eyes like you’re a meal. You shuffle your foot against the ground, unable to form any words. 

Suddenly, he strides forward to you. You try to hide the way your body just instantly stiffens, but it is impossible. Your body reacts without your permission, goosebumps appearing when Taehyung places his hand on top of your head. 

He gives your head a couple of pats, stroking your hair right after. Taehyung leans down until his face is almost parallel to yours. His mouth grows into a little smirk. “My bad,” he mutters with a husky tone, “I forgot who I was working with.” 

Your mouth goes dry. What was that supposed to mean? 

Taehyung sits down on the floor, legs crossed. You copy him. 

“First of all,” he leads the conversation, which you thank the heavens for, “I feel responsible for your comfortability, Y/n.” 

Oh God, it’s starting. 

“You have to trust me, okay? I want to keep the professionalism between us when we,” he gulps, “when we start this. And by that I mean when you take your clothes off.” 

“Taehyung…” 

He ignores you, “I want this to be somewhat similar to the watercolor paintings you saw yesterday.” 

You muster up the courage to speak, hoping that your voice won’t fail you. “You mean, something contemporary?” 

He smiles, a proud look on his face. “Exactly. The painting won’t show your vagina, of course,” he nonchalantly says while standing up. How can he speak as if this is a completely normal conversation? “But, if you like, we can show a bit of your breasts.” 

“Sure,” you barely formed the word. 

“Great,” he fiddles with his equipment, setting up the scenario. “Take your time, Y/n. We have all the time in the world right now.” 

Taehyung watches you at a distance from his peripheral vision. He sees you taking off your shirt. 

He shakes his head, forcing himself to stay focused. “Do you,” he clears his throat, “do you have anything in mind, color-palette wise?” 

“Neutral colors.” 

After that, you take off your shorts. The only clothing left was your undergarments. 

Lace. 

You feel like you were giving him a striptease. The air kisses your skin as you become more exposed to him. 

You find it unfair; you’re going to get naked and he isn’t. 

“Feeling okay?” He asks, and you just respond with a quick nod of your head. 

“Um, do I take these off too?” you ask, referring to your bra and panties. Even though you already know the answer, you just want to make sure. 

Your heart jumps when you catch a glimpse of him biting his lower lip. Taehyung feels the need to get used to looking at your body because he’s going to do that for the next few hours or so. But he can’t stop staring at you. 

You exhibit breathtaking beauty. 

“Yes,” he answers while he applies a layer of white paint on the canvas. You watch him work his hands up and down, observing all his movements. 

A different aura replaces him all of a sudden. He was doing the bare minimum but he looked so sublime. 

But you stand there, not moving a muscle. You heard him loud and clear, although you can't seem to undress. 

Taehyung chuckles, still painting the canvas, “You want me to help you?” 

“What?” you blurt in shock from his sudden nerve. 

With that, he lays his eyes on you, unwavering. “You want me to undress you?” 

In a quick motion, Taehyung drops his brush and walks to you. You can immediately hear your heart pounding in your ears as he closes the distance between the two of you. “Taehyung…” you murmur, almost whimpering. 

The noise you made undoubtedly excites him even more. 

“Yea?” he says softly, “does my muse need help to get undressed?” 

Your body melts then and there.

Unknowingly, you nod. 

Taehyung watches your pupils dilate as you look up at him. You were driving him wild with just the way you were staring at him. 

“Is it okay to put my hands on you?” 

You blush at that, finding it cute that he asked for permission. “Of course.” 

Taehyung doesn't hesitate to put his big hands on your hips, feeling the material of your lace panties. He hisses, clicking his tongue. “Damn, babe,” he bites his lip again, “I know you’re shy, and I like it that you’re shy...” the pads of his fingertips tap against your skin, teasing you, “But for us to continue with this project, you have to let me see your body. You have to be comfortable with me, m’kay?” 

“But,” you hesitate for a moment, looking anywhere aside his eyes. “You’ll be the first one.” 

Taehyung creases his forehead in confusion, stepping closer until your body touches. “Y/n, you mean that,” he stops the urge to let out even the faintest of groans, “You’ve never done t-this with anyone before?” 

He looks at you with such care, not even a single spot of judgment written on his face. You don't even notice that his hands are crawling up and down your waist, caressing your body so softly until you feel those familiar cold shivers. 

You pry your eyes away, muttering a shy “yes”. 

The shine in Taehyung’s eyes diminishes, replacing it with a darker, more lustful shade. He holds your chin up with brute force, sick of you looking away from him. 

He didn’t expect to feel this way. So prevalent and in control of your own body, he feels a surge of power rush through him as he notices your face flush. “I hope you know you can’t back out now, baby.” 

“Take off your bra,” he states simply with unwavering eye contact. He was looking down at you passing the bridge of his nose, mouth slightly agape. 

He could’ve sworn he heard another whimper. 

Fuck, did that sound drives him crazier.

With his hands still on your waist, you lift your arms and reach behind you, your clammy hands unclasping your bra. 

Taehyung wasn’t apprehensive to stare at you anymore. He’s way past that. Not when you’re looking at him so innocently like that, your pretty eyes trying their best to gaze at him – he doesn’t care anymore. All he wants to do was fucking get this painting done and possibly fuck you. 

You slip the straps off of your body, dropping the garment on the floor. 

He unconsciously bites his lip, your breasts on display for him, like art in a museum. He chuckles when you let out a whine. 

“Why are they hard?” he teases, referring to your erect nipples. 

You did not know if his question was rhetorical or not. He steps away a little so that you can slip off your panties as well – and to have a better look at you. 

Is it normal for people to feel this way? 

Your body shudders from his cold stare, waiting for a signal to remove your underwear. Taehyung steps behind the canvas, eyes still on you. “Go on, I'm waiting baby.” 

That pet-name will be the death of you.

You hook your thumbs inside your garter and swiftly pull your panties down your legs. Lowering your head, you step out from the pool you made on the floor and toss it to the side. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you murmur, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Like what?” 

“You’re basically eye-fucking me.” 

“Don’t you want that?” he grins cockily. His unexpected surge of confidence and the new atmosphere he has created in the room were making you breathless. 

You don’t reply, instead, you ask him what position he wants you to be in. 

“Probably on your hands and knees, but that’ll be too inappropriate.” 

“Taehyung—” 

“I’m kidding.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat as he directs you in a position on the floor. You sit back on your heels, arms resting above a wooden desk prop he wanted to include in the portrait. 

“Look at me.” 

The view you give him; your body’s side profile and your big, pure eyes, was enough for his cock to grow hard beneath his sweatpants. He curses, enticed by how beautiful and hot you are. 

Taehyung grabs his paint palette, giving you one final examination before swiftly painting the background on the blank canvas. 

“I can see that you’re holding your breath,” Taehyung says after a minute, “Relax, babe. You’re with me. You don’t have to worry.” 

It’s fucking happening. 

He was actually going to painting you naked. NAKED. Tits and butt out for the whole campus to see.  

You were hoping that once this painting is finished, no one will judge you nor Taehyung. You pray that they’re open-minded enough to accept a fucking nude portrait. 

Suddenly, an itch crawls upon your shoulders, and the urge to scratch it grows closer and closer. You scrunch your nose, waiting for the perfect time to do it. 

When Taehyung was more focused on the canvas, you remove your arm from its original position so that you can scratch your shoulder. 

He didn’t notice — yes! 

“It’s only been five minutes and you’re already itching?” he snorts, “want me to scratch your itches for you so you don’t have to move?” 

You roll your eyes, “That’s so weird.” 

“Whatever, Y/n. We can take five-minute breaks every twenty. What do you think? You won't be sitting there the whole time, I just need to do the background, a rough outline, and a sketch of you and we can take turns painting the rest after that.” 

You exhale a satisfied breath. “Oh thank God.” 

“Just don’t move so much.” 

What Taehyung wanted to capture was the innocence of your gaze despite the raw nudity of the painting. He was eager to deliver that there is always purity, gentleness, and chastity in a world painted in red. 

And you were being the most perfect muse he could ever have. 

Just like the painting: ‘The Girl with a Pearl Earring,’ Johannes Vermeer illustrated a mellow, warm aura surrounding the girl with such beguiling eyes, capturing everyone’s attention. 

Taehyung yearns to have that same effect with you as his model. 

“Y/n,” Taehyung accidentally says too adamantly, your shoulders flinching as an effect. “Keep your eyes on me. Got it?” 

“Why?” You ask, “Isn’t my nudity the focal point here?” you pronounce sarcastically, but your partner did not grasp that. 

“Not really,” he shakes his head, “you’ll see, baby.” 

You click your tongue, “Don’t call me that unless you’re planning to do something else to me, Kim Taehyung.” 

“Mmm,” he hums, running his tongue against his lower lip. He stops painting for a second, resting one hand on his hip. “That’s a bold statement right there.” 

“You’re not denying it?” your eyes enlarge, that small, weak feeling beginning to reappear once more. 

Without a response, he proceeds to his artwork with a smug grin. As he draws your body’s outline, applying shades here and there, depicting how the sun shines against your soft, supple skin, he tries his hardest to be focused. 

Every time he would glance your way, your eyes would immediately lock onto his. He doesn’t know if you do it on purpose, but those innocent eyes, he’s struggling because of them. 

You look at him so sweetly with such a pure look, despite the position you’re in. 

“What do you want, Taehyung?” 

He tilts his head, questioning, “Hm?” 

“What’s with that face? Do you… d-do you want me to do something else? Is there anything I should do to—”

“All I want is your lips against mine right now, Y/n.” 

How are you supposed to respond to that? Your throat goes dry, eyes instantly looking away from his gaze that suddenly turned dark. 

Suddenly, you hear the paintbrush drop down to the floor, footsteps coming closer to you. You hitch your breath when Taehyung crouches down in front of your body, placing two large hands on your skin. 

“Look at me, baby. Look at me the way you do with those pretty eyes.” 

Taehyung fakes a patronizing pout, holding your chin with two fingers. “There we go, you look so fucking beautiful like this. I couldn’t help myself back there, Y/n.”

“What happened to professionalism, Taehyung?” You muster up the courage to say, although with a small tone, you still made your point across. 

“Fuck that.” 

Without wasting a single second, Taehyung holds your head in his hands and presses his lips against yours. Feeling each other’s warmth and presence, you don’t stop him. You sit straight as Taehyung’s right hand slides up and down your back. 

“Kiss me, baby,” he mutters, “kiss me.”

There was nothing to lose, the painting was long forgotten as you press your forehead against his, deepening the kiss. Taehyung smirks from your neediness, your hands trying to find a place to stay. 

He runs a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp softly. You feel butterflies in your stomach when he groans, that deep yet hoarse sound arouses you even more. The hand that was in your scalp tightens, grabbing a bundle of your hair as he roughly pulls it back. 

You let out a moan, not intending to. 

Taehyung uses this opportunity to kiss you harder, sliding his tongue in. You whimper against the kiss, eyebrows furrowing, feeling him explore every single inch of you. 

Taehyung presses his body against yours, making you lay down on the floor with him on top of you. With his legs on either side of your body, he holds you in a trap. 

He feels his primal urge seething through his veins, gazing down at you with a heavy breath. He scans his eyes down your naked body, his tongue aching to lick every part of you, to claim you. 

You blush from his rugged stare, tilting your head to the side. You absolutely did not want him to see how flushed you’ve become. 

He releases a grunt as he places his hands on your hips, slowly going north. He feels the goosebumps caused by his touch, making him smile. “Is it too straightforward to say that your innocence turns me on?” 

You bite your lip, not wanting to speak. Your body already spoke measures and he can see your lust. 

“If you keep staring at me like that,” he leans his head lower until you can feel his breath fanning against your collarbones. He merely closes his eyes, “I might fucking ruin you.” 

“Then do it.” 

Taehyung hears you loud and clear, and he chuckles. Without expecting it at all, he reaches up to wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing gently. Your eyes expand, appalled as you emit a little mewl.  

“Tsk, tsk,” he licks his lips, feeling his underwear tighten beneath his sweatpants, “What is it with these innocent girls, huh? Always acting so naughty even though people barely lay a finger on them.” He watches your breathing getting heavier, your nipples getting harder as the air caresses your sweet skin. “Do you want me to touch you down there?” 

You bite your lip, nodding your head. 

Taehyung coos, “Good girl. But tell me with your words. Let me ask you again, Y/n. Do I have your full consent?” 

“Yes.” 

“Baby, you don’t know how badly I want this. I’m going to use you, I’m going to control your body as if it’s a toy. Do you want that? I won’t be done here if I don’t see you crying and begging me to stop.” 

“Taehyung,” you whisper, wiggling your hips in need, “yes, I want it. I want you.” 

Not even three seconds after you’ve said yes, Taehyung took the advantage to immediately press his lips against your neck, sucking and biting like an animal. You throw your head back in awe, feeling his warm hands gripping your breasts. 

He groans, giving your neck purple and red marks. “Already a whimpering mess,” he licks the skin below your left ear after noticing that it was a sweet spot of yours. You lift your hands up to wrap around him, but he was quick to put them together in one hand and pin your wrists above your head. 

“If you wanna touch me, you gotta beg,” he raises his brow, “do you wanna be a pathetic little girl and beg?” 

Teasing you, he runs his fingers down the valley of your breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His eye contact does not waver until his hand is inches above your needy, wet cunt. 

“I love every single part of you, Y/n. The whole campus would be so jealous of me,” he winks at you with a menacing look, trying to lighten the situation up. 

“May I kiss you down here?” He barely says in between a low moan as his hand starts playing with your slick folds. “Please let me,” his eyebrows creases, “let me fucking taste this pussy.” 

Your stomach jumps at his cruel words, biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out an embarrassing moan. With a single nod, he dives in. 

And doesn’t go easy on you at all. 

“Oohh shi—” you squeal, hand flying to grab his hair right when his tongue dances against your sensitive clit. He looks up at you, analyzing your reactions. His wet tongue flicks against your bud, hands firmly holding your hips apart. 

Taehyung ruthlessly licks you like he hasn’t eaten a meal in ages. Truth be told, in his head, he forgot he was dealing with a cute little virgin pussy. He was too focused on his pleasure, too focused on the noises you made.

“Please, oh my God, s-slow down!” you yelp, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but he pries them open. 

He picks his head up for a moment to say, “Do that one more time, or else I’m not gonna let you sit down for days.” 

It took you a second to figure out what he means by that. And when you do – you feel yourself getting deeper into a subspace, something you have never experienced before. You feel ten times lighter, all with the help of Taehyung’s strong stare as if he’s turning into a different person.

A slow smirk dwells on his face. He holds your cheek in one hand, stroking you gently. 

“I love the look in your eyes, baby,” he murmurs, “so mesmerizing.” He distracts you with his words, making you lost in his dark irises. 

It was until he unexpectedly plunges a finger inside your soaking cunt, earning a loud gasp. Your back arched painfully, throwing your head back and Taehyung stopped himself from giggling too loud. 

“There, there,” he shushes, putting his lips against your neck, “You can take it, baby. Hm? It’s just one finger.” 

You hold onto his wrist, pleading at him with round eyes, “Please,” you mewl, “I h-haven’t – mmphh – done anything like this before!” 

“I know, baby, and it’s so fucking fun to torture you like this. Corrupt your innocence like this…” he slowly pumps his digit in and out, your wetness coating his slender finger. “I can’t even explain how good it feels for me.” 

Taehyung might sound arrogant, condescending even. Although he knows that this turns you on as well, he can see the way you were submitting to him. 

He feels your walls clench around him, making him hiss. “So tight, goodness. Gonna stretch that tight fucking cunt so good, so good around my thick cock. Uh-huh, you want that?” 

When he thinks you’re ready, he inserts another finger in. This time, he pumps his fingers in and out at a fast, steady pace. He hits your sweet spots so well, making you feel euphoric. Your eyes roll back, and Taehyung’s dick twitches. 

“That’s right,” he sighs, “stretch this little virgin pussy out for me, mhmm?” 

Taehyung does slight scissoring movements with his fingers then switching to repeated ‘come-hither’ motions. Your moans effortlessly flow out of your mouth, not ever thinking to yourself that you can create those types of sounds. 

“How does that feel baby, hm?” he licks his lip with his tongue, skilled fingers pumping in and out, stroking your g-spot. His ears perk up at the sound of you whimpering after he hits just the right place inside of you. “Oh yeah,” Taehyung chuckles, “that’s my spot. That’s the spot right there.” 

Your legs quiver, feeling a tightness in your lower stomach but you don’t say anything to him. Were you about to cum? Is this how you’re supposed to feel? 

But Taehyung knows. Taehyung can sense everything from you. He keeps his pace steady and is consistent to rub your good spot until your body experiences a gushing wave of bliss. 

Your sweet, hot moans fill his ears and it was enough to drive him crazy, his fingers soaked in your cum. 

“Good job, baby,” he snickers, caressing your stomach, “You came so good, so pretty for me.”

You feel so shy right after, though. Immediately, you raise your arms up to your face to cover your blushing cheeks, squealing. 

“Aww, baby, baby,” he chuckles warmly, “Why are you shy? You just came around my fucking fingers, Y/n. Don’t be embarrassed about that.” Taehyung uses a taunting voice, carefully moving your arms away. 

“You know what will help you get rid of that shyness of yours, huh?” he asks while standing up. Your eyes go wide as you watch his long, slender fingers playing with the waistbands of his sweatpants. 

You shake your head ‘no’ as an answer. 

“Kneel and take my cock out.” 

“But…” you gulp, “I’ve never—”

Taehyung leans down and tugs you by the hair, forcing you to sit up. He growls and drags you to a kneeling position. You wince and yelp from how hard he was grabbing your hair. 

“Did I say you can retaliate, huh? Slut?” Without any warning, he slaps your left cheek. The slap resonated throughout the quiet room, your cheek heating up from the blow. You wince in pain, about to rub your cheek to soothe the skin, but he was quicker to land another harsh slap. 

“You’re crying? Aw, so fucking pathetic. Maybe if you’ll do as I fucking say, I wouldn’t have to ruin your pretty face.” 

Taehyung feels like a different person. He stands tall before you, dripping in pure dominance. He watches your lips forming a pout, your hands finding their place on your thighs. Even with a bruised cheek and watery eyes, you still looked beautiful, and he loved the thought that you’re only like this for him.

“What are you waiting for?” he raises a brow, “fucking suck my dick.” 

Taehyung barely hears the whine that falls off your lips right before you hook your fingers under his waistband. Your face was inches away from the large tent in his sweats. You wonder deep inside your mind how big he was. 

Guess you were going to find out. 

He palms himself above his tight boxers, making his dick twitch from the needed sensation. “You see this cock? You’re gonna put this inside that mouth of yours, right baby?” he leans down, grabs your face in both hands, and says with a gravelly voice, “Suck it good or else I’m gonna use your mouth as my own personal fleshlight, okay? Now get to it.” 

Right after you try to throw your nervousness aside, his cock springs out from his boxers and the leaking red tip hits your face. 

Taehyung couldn’t hold back his groan from the hot sight – his dick, long and hard, right against your pure face. He tries his hardest not to grab his shaft and stroke himself already, feeling impatient, but it’ll all be worth it to see you gagging on his cock. 

With nimble fingers, you take his cock in your hands and stroke him gently, all while examining his face to see if you’re doing a good job. 

“Your hands are so small compared to my dick,” he chuckles arrogantly, stroking your hair away from your face, “Wrap your lips around it. God, do I have to tell you everything?” 

You whine from his degradation but obliged anyway. Taehyung lets out a long, deep grunt when you finally get his erection inside your mouth. At the back of your mind, you worry if you’re doing a good job. But looking at the way he was biting his lower lip, the way he was slightly bucking his hips forward, you thought to yourself that perhaps you’re making him feel good. 

You did not expect Taehyung to act like this at all, so incredibly overpowering, and someone who loves to see you tremble with only his filthy words. 

You try to suck on his cock, attempting to go deeper and take him further inside your mouth, but your gags are stopping you. Saliva drips down the corner of your mouth, eyes closing shut when his tip hits the back of your throat. 

Taehyung groans, eyes rolling back as the sensation of your throat closing around him so tightly makes him rock-solid. With a devilish smile, he pulls his cock out and grabs the shaft, “Fucking slut,” he slaps his wet cock against your cheeks, creating thudding sounds, and rubs the red tip all over your poor mouth. “Is my dick really that big?” 

“Taehyung please,” you whine, feeling the uncomfortable wetness down between your legs. 

“Please what?” he jerks his cock in front of you. “Wanna back out? You don’t want it anymore? That’s okay, you can just fuck yourself and make yourself cum. That’s what you want?” 

“N-No! No—” you quickly grab his thighs, “please, please help me.” 

“Help you?” Taehyung laughs before gripping your hair tightly, forcing you to tilt your head back in a painful manner. “Why? Is this not what you have in mind? Huh?” 

Suddenly, he slaps your face again. “You thought you’re gonna get good, soft sex for your first time? That I’ll go gentle on you?” 

He presses his tip against your mouth, forcing your lips to open. He then pushes his length deep, deep inside you, going past your gag reflex. You grab onto his thighs tighter, your nails digging hard onto his skin as you try your hardest not to gag so much. 

Taehyung holds the back of your head, a smirk creeping up his face all while he fucks your mouth. “Awh, fuck yes,” he moans, eyebrows furrowing together, “You really think just because I was sweet to you these past few days, I’m going to be the same person when I fuck you? Huh?” 

He thrusts his cock deeper, violating your already sore throat. Your eyes start to feel heavy as they close by themselves, causing more tears to drip down your face. “Oh, baby,” Taehyung finally gains the slightest bit of sympathy and pulls out. 

You harshly breathe in and out, your throat not used to be coerced like that. His cock was dripping in your saliva and you can’t seem to get your eyes off of it.

Taehyung promptly kneels in front of you and pushes you until you are laying back down. You shriek as he wraps his arms around your body and flips you around. The hard floor almost bruises your knees, but you didn’t mind because he quickly lays himself on top of you. 

He angles his head close to you until his lips are barely hovering on top of the shell of your ear. “Your pussy’s dripping down your thighs, baby.” You release a moan right after he bites your ear, your stomach doing backflips. “I want you to take my dick like a good girl, okay? And if it hurts too much, just say stop, and I’ll stop.” 

You can fucking feel his tip throbbing against your core. He teases your wet hole with his tip, precum leaking off of it. Your mind was clouded in desire, and all you can think about was how it feels to have cock deep in your guts. 

A string of curses falls off of both of your lips, his tip pushing in and it immediately stretches your walls out wide. You buck your ass up for him, and that action made him slap your asscheek. 

“Good girl,” he chuckles, “makin’ my job easier, huh?” 

He grabs onto your hips and you feel that painful stretch, whimpering and moaning out loud. “Tae, fuck,” you grunt, “you’re so fucking big.” 

Almost halfway in, he pulls out again, only to put his dick back in deeper. You throw your head back, mouth agape, completely speechless. Thanks to your sopping wet cunt, it relieved some of the pain.

He puts his right hand underneath you, reaching to grab your neck. His hair tickles your ear as he thrusts at a steady pace. His low grunts and whimpers can be heard, “Shit, Y/n. Only if you can see how wet you got my cock right now – fuck. This tight pussy fucking drips, baby. Mhmm, yeah, take that dick.” 

The way he talks dirty to you got you clenching around him. He was utterly different from the Taehyung you’ve first talked to. His hands grip your neck tighter as he goes in deeper, deeper, deeper than you’ve ever thought he can. 

“Holy fuck!” you clench your toes, “Taehyung, you’re so d-deep! I can’t…” you cry, body quivering as he ignores your cries, fucking you harder now.

“What? What is it, baby?” his balls slap against your clit, continuous lewd clapping sounds fill the area. You can feel him so deep inside of you that it feels unreal. You can feel the pain mixed together with pleasure, creating a weird yet a feeling so fucking good you don’t want him to stop. “I know you can take it harder than this. This little pussy can take it rougher, I know it. C’mon baby, be a good girl for me.” 

Taehyung stops for a second to flip you around again, your back pressed against the floor. Your mouth dries from the sight of him: his neck and forehead damp in sweat, lips plump from all the lip bites, eyes seeming so lustful as he looks at you with an animalistic gaze. 

A slow smirk reappears on his face, “God, you’re beautiful.” 

Then and there, he plunges his cock back in. “Ohhh there we go,” he sighs, “there we fucking go.” He had the audacity to laugh, giggling from the way your body was quivering. 

Taehyung lifts both of your legs up, placing them over his shoulders. The new position made you gasp, eyes wide, and his cock hit just the spot inside of you. Taehyung bites his lip, closing his eyes in pure pleasure. “Oh just like that!” you pant, hands finally having something to grab onto as your nails scratch Taehyung’s back. “Please don’t stop, Taehyung!” 

He puts his head at the crook of your neck, his lips attaching to your dewy skin to lick the sweat off of it. He was making you feel so fucking dirty, turning you into a completely different person. 

“You feel that, baby?” Taehyung asks, “feel how I’m burying my dick so deep inside your cunt? Nudging your fucking cervix with the head of my dick like this? Ohh, fuck yes,” he grins, seeing your eyes water once again, “No one will ever fuck you as good as my dick, Y/n. Fucking remember that.” 

Your body jerks back and forth from how hard he was thrusting into you, his hips colliding with yours with vigor. You have never felt so intimate with a person before, and this exceeded your expectations. Taehyung holds onto your breast, groping it hard before giving it a little slap. With each hard thrust, your moans simultaneously fall off your lips.

“Please, please, please,” you beg pathetically, “I think I’m going to cum.” 

“You are? Aw,” he fucks you harder, putting you faster to your climax, “My little virgin slut wanna cum on a dick for the first time?” How he can talk so straightforward like that without stuttering, despite the overwhelming euphoria he was feeling, was impressive. A knot inside your tummy grows bigger, feeling it snap anytime soon. “Cum all over me, baby girl. Make me proud and cum. Mhmm, that’s it, oh God baby you just got tighter.” 

You moan with each hard and deep thrust, your hair sticking to your forehead and neck, hands digging deeper into his skin. One final hit on your g-spot, you cum all over his cock. 

Taehyung praises you, watching your whole body shiver as he feels your cum spilling onto himself. He holds your face and presses his lips against yours, drinking all your whimpers. He smirks, finding you endearing how you struggle to kiss him back. 

“I’m gonna cum inside of you baby,” he rasps, “gonna breed you so good with my hot cum, you’re gonna take all of it inside that pussy.” His thrusts turn sloppy and it slowly loses its original tempo, trying to catch his own high. Just the thought of his cum spilling out of your pussy, white sticky liquid leaking down to your asshole was all it took for him to orgasm. 

He pummels his cock deep as hot ropes of cum spurts inside of you, filling your fresh womb. He grinds his hips hard, hands on either side of your head. 

“Oh my fucking God,” he says after a while of the two of you just laying there. He looks at your fucked-out face, giggling, “You were so good for me.” 

Taehyung had literally drained your energy and you lay there like a lone piece of meat. 

“Y-You’re,” you barely whisper to him, “you’re insane.” 

He chuckles, “I know right.” 

He sits up from the floor and analyzes your body. Your chest was still heaving up and down. As he drags his eyes down south, he notices your knees were bruised. “Aw,” he pouts, placing his hand on your knee and rubs it. “We should’ve done this on the couch, huh?” 

You roll your eyes, “I hate you so much.” 

“But did you like the sex?” 

You hate how you blushed at his question. A sneaky smile appears on your face, and that satisfies his inquiry. 

“Let me get you dressed up, baby. Let’s continue this fucking painting tomorrow or something.” 

It seems like ages since you’ve been inside the lecture hall. The last time was when the professor announced partners for this project, and here you are, with Taehyung, all freshmen and seniors waiting for the announcement. 

Was the exhibition really a big deal? Some might ask. 

For others, not really. 

But for you, it may sound cliche, but it’s your dream. 

Although then again, the whole campus would see your naked body from you and Taehyung’s painting. 

Adjusting your posture on your seat, you release a ragged breath. Taehyung glances from beside you and places his right hand on your knee. He gives you a simple smile to reassure your nerves. 

“What does it feel to get your art displayed at the exhibition?” you ask him in pure curiosity. He must feel incredibly proud of himself, right? 

“Happy,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders, “and surprised. Look, Y/n. I don’t always assume that I’ll have the highest score. There are plenty of talented artists around here, there’s always competition.” 

“Who do you think is our biggest competition here?” 

Taehyung doesn’t answer you immediately, for he takes his time to scan around the area. The room was already filled with students, familiar faces. He chuckles, quirking a brow at you as he plays with his lower lip at the same time.

“Do you really wanna know?” 

You nod slowly as confusion settles in. 

“Aside from my friend, Jeon Jungkook, I think Yeseul has a chance at winning.” 

You feel a sour sensation in your stomach right after you hear her name being pronounced. You sink deeper into your chair, huffing, “And why’s that?” 

“She’s in my batch, babe, and she often gets the highest scores because portraits are her forte. That’s her strong pursuit.” 

Your eyes glance to where Yeseul was sitting, always at the front row, of course. She had her legs crossed, patiently waiting for the professor just like everyone around you. 

“If she wins, I’ll—”

As if on cue, the door bursts open and the professor quickly walks in with her assistant. Her assistant holds a canvas, showing only the back part so that it’ll be a surprise to all of you. 

Taehyung snakes his hand over to grab yours, intertwining them in his bigger one. 

“Great to see all of you here again,” she stands behind the podium, “Partnering all of you is a first in our department, and truth be told, I am astounded as to see the wonderful portraits all of you have given me. I appreciate the time and effort since I know that this type of approach is new to everyone.” 

“Can she just go straight to the point?” Taehyung whispers to you, making you giggle. 

“The painting I have here,” the professor’s assistant continues, “has reached the highest score and will be displayed in the Fine Arts exhibition building.” 

You look at Taehyung, who had such a strong gaze at the professors. His eyes were drawn into slits, biting the inside of his cheek. He seems so focused, eyes glued to the painting. 

After the professor’s cue:

“3… 

2… 

1…” the canvas flips around. 

“Lee Yeseul and—”

“—Oh my fucking god,” Taehyung gasps, his mouth forms a wide, surprised grin. 

You feel as if a large boulder begins to weigh your entire body down. Your heartbeat starts to beat rapidly. Your shoulders droop down, tilting your head low. 

You hate to admit it, but you were disappointed. The most down you’ve felt in a long time. 

Watching Yeseul and her partner stand up to bow to the whole class feels as if your heart was a pincushion, being stabbed with tiny little spears. 

Awfully enough, you admit to yourself that their painting is exquisite. Figuring that she made her partner her muse, Taehyung’s words about her totally made sense now. 

“Well,” Taehyung chuckles, “better luck next time, I guess.” He takes the situation lightly, grabbing the straps of his bag, ready to leave. 

Until he looks at you. 

Good thing that the both of you are seated at the very back of the lecture hall and no one can see the way Taehyung tilts your head, resting his hand on your cheek. “Hey,” he softly mutters, “I’m proud of you, okay? So fucking proud.” 

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth after catching a glance of Yeseul’s dirty smile towards you. 

“You’re still my little winner, m’kay?” he pats your head, “Remember that our efforts still matter, Y/n. Wait until I see that we got second fucking place.” Taehyung winks at you, once again trying to ease your tension. 

Once the students start to crowd the exit door, you and Taehyung stand up to follow them. 

Yeseul is talking to the professor, probably about the exhibition, when Taehyung pulls you closer to him. He leads you to the exit until you decide to turn your head around. 

“Yeseul?” you immediately call out to her without any second thinking, and she raises her eyebrows at you. 

Taehyung snakes his arm around your waist. 

“Congrats,” you smile as you keep up with Taehyung’s footsteps. 

That takes Yeseul by surprise. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out. Her mind goes blank. 

“T-Thanks, I guess.” She replies.

Taeyung laughs loudly once at the hallways, “Don’t tell me that’s fucking sincere.” 

“Definitely not sincere. Not sincere at all.” 

Fast forward to three weeks, Taehyung had already graduated college, and it was the first day of vacation. 

Finally! 

After the whole portraiture project, it was finals season, and for you, that means cutting every social activity and focus on studying and paintings with deadlines. 

But Taehyung just knows how to get you hooked. He promised that he’d treat you to a date after all the events are done. He invited you to a classic dinner date, to which you appreciated him when he declined your offer to split the bill.

He’s a total gentleman, that’s one word to describe him. But as soon as the four walls of his dorm engross the two of you, pushing you against the nearest wall, that ‘gentleman’ title of him goes straight to the trash. 

Taehyung pins your wrists above your head, his mouth leaving wet trails of kisses down from your lips and to your neck. “Remember the last time we did this, baby girl?” he chuckles, whispering close to your ear, “You became my little plaything.” 

You scan the room as you think of something witty to reply. While his other hand crawls down south near your core, your eyes land on a spot above his study desk. 

The portrait. 

He displayed your nude portrait?! 

Taehyung notices your silence and follows the direction of where you were staring. He looks behind him, then back to you with a smirk. “Ah, yes. I seem to have forgotten to tell you.”

“You’re a little devil.” Your face heats up as you look at your own body unclothed. “I think it’s great that the whole campus doesn’t have to see our painting.” 

“Agreed. And now, your body is for my eyes only. You’re my art, displayed in my own little world.” 

Tysm for reading! I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. 

If you enjoyed reading this fic, I would really appreciate reading your thoughts and reactions by commenting or sending an ask! Those type of things make me rlly rlly happy and they’re fun to read! 

Remember to hydrate ;)

[vinamari]

|Asking Tokyo Revenger Characters a Question When Your Suppose to Sleep|

Characters: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Baji Keisuke, Kazutora, Nahoya Kawata “Smiley”

Summary: You asked a question and Baji what else 👁👄👁

Prompt: None. I used my remaining brain capacity to think of this 😶🤌

“Do you think if we scream loud enough they’ll hear us?”

Type of Fic: Fluff and Crack

Delivery: 📦 January 4th, Tuesday 2022 📦

Style: 🎀 HC’S 🎀

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano:

Mikey was laying next to you passed out with drool dripping down his mouth

You were staring at the ceiling unable to sleep (me to buddy me to 😔)

Contemplating whether to wake up Mikey to ask him something or not

It was a dangerous choice when it came to waking him

But you were taking that risk anyway

Turning to his side you rolled over to him

Hovering slightly above him but close enough to his ear

“Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey-“

Letting out a small irritated but tired sigh

“(N/N)-chin your suppose to be asleep”

He whined…and pouted

“I know but listen, do you think if we scream loud enough they’ll hear us? As in Darien and Emma”

Soon enough he turned your way to look you in the eyes

So enough you were by the window

“KEN-CHINN”

“EMMAA”

“KEN-CHINNN”

“EMMA-“

“SHUT IT YOU STUPID BRATS”

Looking at each other

You grinned and ran down stairs to Draken with a tired Emma ready to fight you both <3

Isn’t that sweet

Chifuyu Matsuno:

I must say it’s bold of you to assume he has the energy to do it

You better believe he had to keep Baji under a leash the entire day before he could beat anyone else up

But you ask anyway

“Chifyuu, I have a very a scientific question that I would like to test out and I would be very grateful if you could just inS-”

“I love you, but what is it 🤨”

*cricket*

“Do you think if we scream loud enough they’ll hear us? Like Kazutora and Baji”

Silence that was to loud right before he just pulled you towards him

“You need sleep and so do I, good night”

Let me tell you, it hadn’t even been 15 minutes yet before both of you started hearing both of your names

“(Y/NNN)”

“CHIFYUUU”

And in front of your eyes you saw a pissed Chifyuu

He looked very dead though

Baji Keisuke:

He was already ahead of you

I know the title said it would be you asking although titles can be misleading 🤧

So trying to sleep

Key word: Trying

When this man woke you up as if he burned some cars down in the middle of the night

“(N/N) do you think if we scream loud enough they’ll hear us? Like both Kazutora and Chifyuu”

All you did was squint your eyes at him before you could say anything you were outside screaming their names

Well he was

“Baji, you realize your mom-”

He slowly turned to you before realizing his mom, only to look up and see her staring at him

His soul

You went back inside sleeping in his hoodie perfectly safe and sound

While him on the other hand…you can imagine

After he came back seeing you asleep making him smile, he crawled back in only to be kicked in the leg by no one other than you <3

Kazutora Hanemiya:

This banana split wanted to annoy Baji

You found out about it when he was ranting about random things to you

So here you are at night looking out the window thinking

While he sleeps next to you

That’s when the idea struck you

“Kazutora, wake up”

After his few twist and turns

“Hmm, what”

“Do you think if we scream loud enough Baji would hear us?”

He slowly got out of bed letting you know your having a sore throat tomorrow

“BAJII”

“BAJI BAJI”

He heard you both

Man’s was downstairs taking your snacks and all he heard were “BAJI’S”

Nahoya Kawata:

This man is energetic like very energetic

So he most likely wasn’t even asleep yet probably just in the living room

You were kinda of sleeping but you didn’t want to

Getting bored of just laying there you went to the living room

The moment you went down you proceeded to ask

“Do you think if we scream loud enough they’ll hear us?”

“Wanna test it out?”

Let’s just say both of you were screaming whatever names you knew

Mikey was one of them

Did hear? No. Man’s to far gone in sleep

But the others like Draken or Chifuyu yes, yes they did hear you

Angry had to shut up smiley before he screamed anymore

You already had became quiet the moment you were tired

It was an interesting moment when Smiley attended the next meeting in Toman

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa 

 Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them. 

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over. 

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception. 

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.