#cursed to put my hands on everything (memes);

[hrrtshape]

not sure if this is a deep, philosophical question but if you were president (of whatever country u choose) how would you run the country?

if i was president i would immediately resign. i'm not built for that.

ok so first of all i would immediately declare martial law. every citizen gets issued a vape (for oral fixations. if i have to suffer then so do you) and a wikipedia login. no exceptions. if you can't cite five unrelated niche topics in a single sentence you're exiled to a wendy's parking lot to contemplate existence like siddhartha.

my cabinet would be 3 raccoons in a trench coat (policy), a guy who looks like he owns an etsy store for medieval torture devices (morality), and me, sitting sideways in the chair like it's a therapy session from hell (vibes). official state motto: "we tried. god, we tried."

also. the economy would run exclusively on bartering cursed knowledge and slightly broken electronics. minimum wage is 50000 memes per hour. landlords are illegal. if you want a house you have to do the nytimes strands in under 5 minutes or perish.

i'd also be like the only good community leader. but i'll figure that one out when i'm like...in office.

foreign policy is just me sending other countries long deranged emails at 4am with subject lines like "u up?" and "re: the death of the enlightenment project."

school curriculum: you get handed brothers karamazov, rosé, and an audio recording of sylvia plath reading her poems. if you survive that, you graduate. congratulations you're now secretary of agriculture or whatever. it'll be very barbieland, honestly.

every town must have: 1 massive library, 1 panic room, and 1 cafe where you can get sweet treats. no influencers allowed. no gyms allowed, too, if you want to get jacked you have to chop wood (with a red flannel ONLY). 

infrastructure is just tubes. everywhere. hamster tubes but for depressed people. you get in, you cry a little, you pop out at a pharmacy that sells only antidepressants and anti-anxiety everything. 

the death penalty exists but only i can issue it (period) and if you commit a crime worthy of one, you are put into one of those pirate-y cannon things (OR catapults. depending on what the mood of the day is) that are perched on the edge of a mountain and then you're shot out. 

oh. after ten years of glory (like literally the only reign that ever mattered), people start getting weird about it. they're like "emma you're a little dictator coded." and i'm like cry emoji "awwww!!! true!!! anyway." and i host the elections because i'm democratic like that.

tiny problem though. ten years ago i quietly amended the constitution to say cats are valid citizens. like. cats can run for office. cats can vote. it was a devil-in-the-details situation. people thought it was cute. they clapped. fools.

then (chess move) i made myself half-cat legally. i wore cat ears for 5 years (rhyming). the whole thing. final boss. and THEN i passed a law saying 100% humans can't run in elections anymore. so when the elections come up it's literally just me, a maine coon named winston, and a feral tabby who once bit a pope.

obviously i win. and anyone who says it's unfair is technically breaking the law (don't speak out against baddies act of 2035). they get sentenced to sit in a swarovski pink glass cage in the town square. tourists thinking it's an art installation. you get shamed there while everyone else buys pastries and applauds me for my innovation in governance.

people have to have read at least 10 classic books or they're being sent to latvia; if your vibes suck, you're getting taxed; all cops get replaced with retired librarians and ex-navy seals; all borders are now metaphorical except for the ones on minecraft servers. those stay; critical theory and media literacy are mandatory starting at age 8; i'm outlawing nostalgia-based reboots.

in conclusion: i'd probably get assassinated within like 3 weeks by a coalition of landlords, midwit podcasters, and people who unironically stan emily in paris. worth it tho.

[bloodsoakedurge]

I have decided to make a Christmas Tree for Balasar. Decorate it, if you would like!

[j3susw3pt]

Yep. Definitely a chest and shoulders girl

[mattrempeswife]

EVEN WHEN YOU THINK I’M SLEEPING

requested: yes | req: whispering gentle reassurances to lukey after he has a bad day while you think he’s sleeping but he’s awake and all he can think of is how incredibly lucky he is, you don’t even realise he’s awake till a tear slips out the corner of his eye.

pair: luke hughes x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, slice of life, established relationship.

warnings: emotional vulnerability, one curse word, reader comfort and caretaking, soft crying, mention of sports-related stress.

summary: after a long, rough day on the ice and the weight of expectations heavy on his shoulders, luke comes home feeling like he’s failing his team, his family, and himself. but in the quiet of the night, your soft whispers and gentle reassurances wrap around him like the warmest hug, even when you think he’s asleep.

The door clicks shut with that defeated sound, you pause the show you weren’t really watching, setting the remote down. The apartment is dim except for the soft kitchen light you left on for him. Always. Just in case he needed the feeling of home when he walked through the door.

Luke doesn’t say anything. Just drops his bag by the front door and shrugs out of his jacket like it weighs twice what it should.

No greetings.

No kiss hello. That’s when you know it’s bad.

You let him go. He walks straight to the bedroom and disappears behind the door.

You sit still for a minute, then slowly rise from the couch. You give him time, Luke needs that sometimes. Space to be quiet. He’s not one to explode or rant. He just folds inward, like a paper crane tucked too tightly.

After a few minutes, you follow him.

When you enter the bedroom, he’s lying on his side, hoodie still on, the blankets only half-heartedly pulled up over him. One arm is bent under his pillow, the other resting across his chest, hand curled like it forgot what it was reaching for.

You climb into bed gently, careful not to shift the mattress too much. Facing him, you tuck your arm under the pillow and let your fingers brush the back of his hand.

He doesn’t flinch. But he doesn’t move either.

You whisper into the space between you.

“Rough day?”

No answer. You don’t really expect one.

You scoot a little closer, closing the gap until your knees are touching. Still, nothing. His breathing is slow, even. But it’s not sleep. You know the difference.

You let the silence stretch a little longer before you start again, softer this time.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

His chest rises, then falls. Controlled.

You keep going, voice barely above a breath.

“I know it probably felt like everything was on you tonight. And maybe it didn’t go how you wanted. But that doesn’t mean you’re not still everything good.”

You shift your hand up to his forearm, your thumb tracing soft patterns over the fabric of his hoodie.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Luke. The way your teammates see you. Your family. You’re not just this game, or this moment, or the mistakes you think you made.”

Still no movement.

But the air around him has changed, more fragile, like glass held at the wrong angle.

You lean closer, whispering into the space behind his ear.

“You’re the same guy who cuts strawberries into heart shapes for my breakfast. Who sends me memes in the middle of practice just to make me laugh. The one who puts his hand on my lower back everytime we cross the street, like you’re afraid the world might take me away from you if you don’t.”

You smile to yourself, lips brushing his temple as you continue.

“You’re the only person who makes me feel like home isn’t a place, it’s you. Just you.”

You feel a tremble. The smallest shudder in his body.

And then, quietly, a soft sniff. And the tear that slips down the side of his face, pooling against the edge of the pillow.

You freeze. Your fingers tighten on his arm.

“Luke?”

A beat. Then he shifts slowly turning toward you, the tear shining like silver under the dim light.

“I wasn’t asleep,” he says, voice raw.

You lift your hand to wipe the tear away, thumb gentle.

“I know.”

His eyes flicker over your face, taking you in like he hasn’t seen you in days. Like he’s remembering something essential.

“I tried so hard today,” he whispers.

“And it just wasn’t enough.”

Your heart cracks. You slide your hand to his cheek, cradling him.

“You were enough the second you walked through that door.”

His throat bobs as he swallows.

“You make it too easy to fall apart.”

You laugh softly, tucking your forehead against his.

“Maybe falling apart isn’t the problem. Maybe the trick is finding someone who’ll help you gather the pieces.”

He exhales shakily, eyes closing for a second as your hand moves to the nape of his neck, fingers curling in his hair.

“Don’t ever leave me,”

He says suddenly, like it spills out before he can catch it.

You freeze, then whisper fiercely,

“Never. I’m not going anywhere, Luke.”

“I think I’d lose my mind if I didn’t have you to come home to.”

“Good,”

You tease softly, brushing your nose against his.

“Then it’s mutual.”

He finally laughs, just barely a broken little sound that still feels like a sunrise. Then, slowly, he presses his lips to yours.

It’s not urgent. Not hungry.

It’s slow and soft and sure. A kiss that says thank you. A kiss that says I’m here. A kiss that says I hear every word you whisper when you think I’m sleeping.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lucky,” he murmurs.

You smile, brushing a kiss to his cheek.

“Then I’ll have to remind you more often.”

Luke moves again, pulling you into his chest this time. You settle there, cheek pressed to his sternum, listening to the thud of his heart as it starts to calm.

His voice rumbles above you.

“You’d make a really great captain.”

You blink up at him.

“What?”

“Just… you know what to say. And when to say it. You lead with your heart.”

Your lips part in surprise.

“That’s… really sweet.”

He shrugs, looking sheepish now.

“It’s true. I think you’d be the kind of captain that makes everyone feel like they belong.”

You blink back the emotion suddenly blooming in your chest.

“Well, if I’m the captain… you’re my favorite line mate.”

He grins. The first real smile you’ve seen from him all day.

You burrow into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and he holds you like he’s memorizing the feel of your entire body in his arms. Like the ache in his chest has finally, finally started to ease.

After a while, just as you’re about to drift off, he speaks again.

“I was serious, you know. About marrying you.”

You hum sleepily.

“I know.”

“Not just someday. Soon.”

You peek up at him, heart thudding.

“You’re not allowed to propose while we’re both half-asleep.”

He chuckles, then presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Fine. But just know… I’m already planning it.”

And when he finally falls asleep this time with his breathing even, his body relaxed, and his hand tightly gripping yours, you stay awake just a little longer.

Watching him. Listening to the soft exhale from his lips. Pressing tiny kisses to his knuckles.

Because he may think he’s the lucky one.

But the truth is… you’re both just exactly where you’re meant to be.

[kireilien]

brother’s best friends w/ pervy nichojoo!

pair. stoner!nicholas + tutor!euijoo x fem!reader; wc. 1,219

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, rambling so no proper grammar or spelling, w some stupid ass memes; race neutral reader, nicho’s has weed obviously, corruption, virgin!reader, drugging, (extreme) branding; juju’s has panty kink, unprotected sex mention/breeding, obsession, reader is also lwk a freak; overall they’re both like genuine perverts so read at will!!!!

note. my brain turned off for like 10 minutes and u get this guys this is what cock does to you smh anyways i have teamie brainrot rn they became my ults a week ago out of nowhere BUT! i can't get over nichojoo brother's best friend(s) it makes my brain melt of how insane they'd be. stoner/perv!nicho and tutor/perv!juju has my fucking heart

stoner/perv!nicho literally refuses to look at his best friend’s little sister like that. your brother would gen kill him if he tried anything. but… guys he can’t resist you.

he can’t help when he’s hotboxing in your brother’s room, his first high thoughts are about you. js salivating on using you, corrupting you, absolutely feining for you.  

his innocent best friend’s younger sister is js so cute. never brought home a bf, never went to parties, never did anything bad, quite the opposite of your brother.

nicho can literally close his eyes and immediately imagine the positions he’d put you in, the places where he cums on you, the names he’d make you call him, everything and the THIRD.

nicho starts to feel insane whenever he gets cotton mouth from the joint, he gets up and gets a cup of water from your kitchen and suddenly there you are in your oversized shirt that gets nicho batshit insane he can LITERALLY see your ass and your hard ass nipples but he simply gets his water and dips.

you’ve never done that before WHY THE FUCK IS HE SEEING YOU LIKE THIS HE CAN NOT HE NEEDS TO PUSH DOWN THESE FEELINGS he says that to himself but when he’s back at home, the first thing he does is literally rub one out abt you. 

he’s so sick in the head but he wants to get you high, fuck you so slow, use you as his own cum dump, mark you down whether that means hickeys, hand marks, bruises, or his name etched on your skin– WHAT WHO SAID THAT. he wants to claim you so fucking bad but you’re just his best friend’s younger sister he can not. 

buttttt you think otherwise. nicho is so fucking hot to you. you constantly cum on your fingers thinking about him and him alone. ugh he’s so hot when his eyes are low and that little laugh he does when he’s on a different planet but he still talks to you it makes you go INSANE!

yk your brother has been gatekeeping his friends, “they’re bad people. don’t date them” but who cares you need nicholas wang in your drawls and in your drawls NEOWWWWW

that’s where you wait out in the living room, counting down the seconds that nicho comes out of your brother’s room for a cup of water. he comes out and you basically pounce on him asking, “nicholas can you help me with something?” 

obviously he’s like what the fuck what the fuck abort mission but you drag him into your room, lock your door, and ask him, “can you teach me how to fuck?” 

oh 

oh he's absolutely heaven sent. he got light headed of how fast the blood went to his cock. but obviously sweet little nicho goes, “y/n, no. your brother would kill me. i can’t do that to you.” you roll your eyes and scoff, “pleaseeee nichoooo, can i at least know how to give head?” k so ur calling him nicho that makes his eyes roll back to the back of his head AND you want him to give him head??? his jeans feel so fucking tight he breaths out gives in. 

and trust when he’s insanely cervix deep into you, he does NAWT give a single FAWK if your brother is trying to find where he is. he would take you and your bratty pussy over not having a hotbox session with your brother again. he can js get can high with you now and live out those very fantasies he had!!!!!!! oh u sick pervy nicho!!!!!

tutor/perv!juju LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING whoever said juju is a perv first u are absolutely correct in every timeline he’s such a sore perv it makes me wanna 

k so like listen ur failing calc (if u like calc ur wrong) and guess who loves calc!!!!! juju does!!! and yk he’s apart of your brother’s friend group so you go up to him being like “heyyyy can juju tutor me for calc?” and sweet innocent juju, your brother goes yeah! sure! juju is so nice and angel-like he won’t lay a finger on you!!!!!!!

WRONG ANSWER FOREHEAD

juju has had his eye on you since you entered college (guys think of like a year or two age gap nothing insane). the way your tits sit in your top, the way your jeans hug you so good, the way your smell infiltrates his brain.

everything abt u makes him crazy he’s even considered buying your perfume, buy some panties, spray it on them and jack off smelling “your” panties, ALLEGEDLY! ALLEGEDLY! he would “neverrrrrr”  

anyways, your first session is normal! you actually understand the curriculum and you get to stare at juju’s sexy ass face! such a win win! but that man was strugglingggggg when he got back to his dorm.

he was pacing around the room, his roommate was concerned as fuck, “bro are you okay?” “i think!” he literally asks his roommate to leave a little because he needs to “calm” his thoughts…. hmmm aurkay juju! 

he literally starts fucking his fist wanting you bent over his dorm bed and make you his. juju is so obsessive over you he starts cursing out any ex thats wronged you before bc yk who can treat you better than everyone else on this earth? him!!!

juju wants to cum on your tits, ass, face, tummy, inside– INSIDE? oh he’s so fucked up wanting to cum inside. when he cums all over his hand, he knows he’s gonna have an even harder time when the next session rolls around.

you’re no better. you’re in your bed thinking how euijoo js left your house and you’re like fuck. he was so hot. gently correcting you, aiding when you needed the help, clapping and cheering when you correctly solved a question. ugh. like whip it out already. what that dick look like rn. 

your fingers find their way in your underwear and already feel how wet you’ve gotten. juju u sick ass freak...... come and freak out this pussy.......

the next tutor session the both of you can feel the tenseness that you're both sharing. like FUCK you’re both so hot juju can feel how tight his cock feels against his hand, desperately trying to cover his erection while you sit there in your short skirt KNOWING your panties are practically flooding from the mere AURA from this man. oh this is bad. 

when juju suggests a break, you comply, waiting for the best moment to open up. as juju was trying to drink some water you literally blurt out, “juju do you wanna feel my panties right now” NOW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT Y/N OHHHH NOW YOU’VE FREAKED OUT JUJU HE MUST THINK OHHHH Y/N IS SO FUCKING DISGUSTIN– “yes” 

what

juju finds his hands shifting under your skirt and softly swipes your clothed clit to feel how drenched your panties are. this is literally a dream that came true for him. he lets out a shaky breath before asking, “can i fuck you, y/n?” and i wonder what you say!!! spoiler you let juju keep your soaking wet panties for him to smell and mouth at for later!!!

end. i hope you guys liked this more silly type of ramble without a care of grammar and spelling w my memes from my curated selection ♡︎ hehe tell me what you think!!!!!

© KIREILIEN 2025 | please like, repost, and/or comment! ♡︎

[luvchaew]

unwrapping!

jay has been your best friend for ages, but when touches started to linger and jealousy started to take all over him, you decided to give him a little surprise on his birthday. (feat zb1 hanbin, enhypen sunoo, katseye lara, mentions of riize wonbin)

“you really think i didn't know you had a thing for me all this time?” bestfriend!jay x pervy!reader, f2pl wc𓈒 3k— not proofread! ✴ cursing, making out, unprotected sex (don't ppl), oral (m. receiving), creampie, p in v, praise & degradation kink, breeding kink, jay is a switch, banter, slightly fluffy, pet names (jongseongie, baby, darling, princess..), mdni!

happy birthday jongseong! crazy to think you're already all grown up — he's finally 23 guys, are we gonna be okay?

𝑚. 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

jay had always been there.

if not for you, with you, for sure.

you didn't really remember what it felt like not having him around since you were about 12, except those past weeks; since you showed up with your situationship to a weekend barbecue, at least.

he'd been ignoring you — not really ignoring, but making it clear that something was up.

5 days ago, when you handed him the mayonnaise, his fingers brushed over yours carefully, with so much caution put into it that it was almost deliberate, like he was touching a stranger. a week ago, when you sent him a very funny electric guitar-related meme via dm, he didn't reply. worse, he didn't even react with a laughing emoji or something. things were definitely off, but you couldn't pretend you didn't know, not if you dig deep into your mind.

what you actually didn't know, but got hold of during a phone call with your friend, sunoo, was that jay accidentally overheard your conversation about wonbin — your brand new situationship — and how good he was in bed. that clarified a lot, if you were being honest.

you couldn't deny that he always paid too much attention to you. that his gaze lingered way more than it should. that some of your sleepovers at his house almost turned into something else if it wasn't for the solemn string that still kept you sane. that the silent acknowledgement of his feelings were always there, but you were simply too stubborn to admit it, to say that maybe, just maybe, you also wanted to be more than friends with him.

since there was this possibility that he was jealous, that he didn't want you with anyone else, you got thrilled, perhaps simply carried away, you couldn't tell. this wait has been killing you since you were 18, and if he wasn't brave enough to act, you were.

the idea at first was hanbin's, when he had already had too much beer and his messy hair covered half of his face. your roommate, lara, was there too, and perhaps it was the alcohol you drank while watching that baseball match, but you soon found yourself excited for it, planning everything amusingly fast.

“okay, so you're gonna be dressed in what?” lara pointed out, cleaning her slender fingers — that were full of nacho's orange bran, by the way. — on her pants.

“wait, there's a need for clothing?”

“hanbin! i'm not fully strip teasing in front of my best friend all of sudden, it has to be more subtle. let's focus”

“aren’t you going to do the ’let’s end up waiting’ thing? i was just trying to help, sorry” he pouted, raising his hands in cynical defeat.

“i think a ribbon tied around me would be good. something like ‘come and unwrap your birthday present’. ”

lara exclaimed, visibly pleased, her braided hair moving as she bounced slightly on the couch, she also helped giving more ideas, suggesting some ridiculous stuff like putting some background sexual music to play when jay was supposed to enter the room during his party — she probably meant Chase Atlantic, and it was soon discarded. — by dawn, sunoo also appeared, his eyes swollen from sleep but his mind working fast, brainstorming with you as he giggled playfully.

all of them waited all their life for this, didn't they?

“let's go through the plan once more” you started, biting your lips, “i’m gonna pretend to be nonchalant about his birthday, and at first not show up to his party. around 8pm, sunoo is helping me to sneak into his room and lara is going to tell him to go upstairs and search for something, or someone. when he enters the room, i'm gonna be there,”

“with a ribbon around you, do not forget” hanbin added, resting his chin on his hands as he listened attentively.

“yeah, there's that, too. and navy blue set of lingerie, god—, where was my mind at?”

“no backing out now, misses courage, we're fucking gonna do it and you're in. because there's technically no plan without you and we need that thrill” your roommate encouraged you, and even if there was pressure, you felt way more enthusiastic about it than what you should, hence why you just continued, nodding.

“i know, i know. then you're closing the door and we're gonna, um, have a lil’ fun”

they all excitedly laughed, and for a split up second, you swore sunoo would stand up and start jumping — it was almost his second nature to do so, and it honestly wouldn't be a surprise.

“but what if he refuses? aren't we going too far?” you spoke up, letting your insecurities show for a minute. you would be so embarrassed if he just ran away. if he said he didn't want that. and you knew damn well it would ruin your friendship one way or another.

“oh, stop. i have heard that guy moaning your name while showering more than once. it's gonna be fine” and perhaps it was the worst decision you've ever made, but you chose to believe them. are you this slutty to enjoy dragging your childhood best friend to a hook up on his birthday party knowing that he has no willpower to deny it whatsoever?

apparently yes.

you could blame it on the alcohol, yes you could, but when the days passed and the idea were still standing, your mind flying back to it every time someone mentioned sex?

there was no one to blame anymore. you just had to embrace your natural-pervy self and wait for everything to happen naturally — only with a little helping hand coming from you, of course.

because you wanted that to be the best birthday gift he's received his whole life.

one could call it obsession, concern, anxiety, whatever, but the only thing you knew was that the first thing that came to your mind the moment you woke up on the 20th was: “it’s today”.

throughout breakfast, you overthinked and overthinked about the small birthday text you'd sent him. you honestly couldn't remember when it was the last time you didn't send jay a wholesome message on his anniversary, however today would be different. today would be a new start — or maybe an end, depending on how things would go.

but you were positive.

you ended up deciding on a simple ‘happy 23, jongseongie’ and a white heart right next to it, which he visualized within minutes and didn't reply. you were expecting it, but it hurt either way, and maybe you kept staring at your phone screen for too long waiting for a signal.

despite the tension throughout the day, before you knew you were already barging inside his crowded house, sunoo by your side, lingerie clinging to your skin sinfully as a tight black dress hid it.

as you entered the room, you were quick to get rid off your dress and lay down on his bed, being extra careful to show enough but not too much in the direction of the door. as you did it, you were embarrassed to find yourself already soaked, he shouldn't be affecting you this much, should he?

you soon heard steps approaching and momentarily panicked. the loud conversation of the house and the noise of yells faded away, everything shifting completely in the atmosphere when he entered the bedroom, eyes darkening when his gaze fell on you.

you hadn't seen him in days, and saying he looks good was an understatement. broad shoulders, tight jeans perfectly fitting him, a strand of messy hair falling on his forehead.

jay called your name lowly, looking confused, but stepping forward, closer, dangerously closer.

“come and unwrap your birthday present, won't you?” you tease, voice dripping with honey and fake innocence given the position you were in: legs slightly opened, head tilted, body barely hidden and biting your bottom lip.

for a second, you thought he was going to turn around and run, and you considered apologizing, but then he was on top of you in no time, crawling to the bed and pinning your wrists on the mattress on top of your head.

it was everything he'd ever dreamed of. you on his bed, deprived of clothes, completely on his mercy.

“fuck, y/n— that's what you planned acting all bratty this whole time?” he groaned, sounding devastated.

“um, surprise?” you darkly chuckled, and jay searched for your brown doe-eyes. when he took it all in, he held your waist with his free hand and pulled you in.

it wasn’t a cute, soft kiss, but one that left you breathless as fast as it started. his lips worked fast on yours, the movements of his head leaving you dizzy. he pressed further, opening your mouth and sliding his tongue inside, exploring your warmness as if he had been starved.

you felt every single hidden feeling dissipating, every dangerous gaze making sense, every time he’d called you ‘princess’ — as a joke, as you'd tell yourself — meaning much more than it did before. and now you believed your friends when they insisted that he has been liking you for ages, because the force in which he kissed you was different.

you'd never been kissed like that before.

you ran your hands through his neck, gripping firmly in an attempt to ground yourself. you hummed softly, his grip tightened and suddenly the shortness of breath was present, leaving you separated for a while.

he looked deep into your eyes, breathing heavily, and only then scanned your body, groaning as he saw the navy blue lacy panties and the wet mark there.

“god, you look beautiful—” he hissed, amused. he freed your wrists and messily untied the ribbon, whereas you swore he was trembling slightly. the soft fabric fell down on the floor as he was quick to cup your barely covered tits, admiring them. jay would've been fast to unbutton your bra and give them the respectful attention, but it wasn't what you wanted now, you wanted him to feel good. it was a birthday surprise, after all.

“jongseongie, let me take care of you first,” he looked at you, wide-eyed, as if the idea alone threatened something inside him. you propped yourself on one elbow and sat up, slowly pushing him to lay down on the bed with the tip of your fingers.

he stiffened for a moment, but soon layed down, closing his eyes, trying to find sanity. you position yourself between his legs, spreading it open.

“ngh, too much clothes, take it off” you pleaded, and he obeyed, because who was he to deny you a wish like that?

as he took out his shirt, you almost crawled on top of him to leave lingering kisses everywhere: his jaw, collarbone, neck, shoulders. sometimes you would suck on it slightly just to feel how he shaked when you nibbled a specific spot right between his shoulder and neck. you didn't really overthink it, but jay was overly sensitive, trembling, panting, humming.

your nails scratched his abs, worshipping them. you’d already seen jay shirtless, when he was swimming, or when it was too hot and he sweated heavily so it would be excusable to take it off, but this was different, hotter, better. you earned beautiful noises that sounded more like the choir that opened heaven's gates, and when you settled beneath him, touching his clothed prominent crotch, work had to start.

“be good f‘me, hm jay? let me take you?” you whispered, patting his bulge teasingly, feeling it get harder with each stroke. he squirmed, eyelids fluttering close. “i need words, baby”

he opened his eyes slowly, pupils dilated. when he spoke up, his voice was low, hoarse, strained, “yeah, y/n, fucking gimme the best birthday gift i've ever received”

you smirked, satisfied, and gently lowered his pants and boxer, removing it. his hardened member instantly flew forward when it was released, the tip glistening. you hummed and leaned in, stroking it once, twice, three times, until he began to whimper, impatient.

you chuckled, spitting on it and finally leaving kitten licks on the tip, tasting the precum that coated his dick. his hand came to grip your hair in a lazy ponytail, while the other rested under his head. when he pressed further, leaving you no choice but take him in, you tried your best not to gag at the sudden movement, eyes closing.

he was big, you couldn't deny it whatsoever, but the biggest hardship was that he was thick, and it barely fit inside your mouth, competing for space with your tongue.

you swirled your tongue around it and started to suck slowly, feeling how he hit the roof of your mouth continuously.

you hummed around his dick, sending electric waves through his body and he groaned, wrecked, going rougher now.

“continue like that, shit princess—” he lowly muttered, and you drooled all over his shaft, saliva dripping down from your mouth and covering your face. you were a mess, and you knew that, perhaps was even proud of it, and when tears fell down on your face, the salty liquid combining with saliva and precum, jay was sure he didn't deserve that. you looked so damn pretty.

but he only continued, feeling his climax approaching embarrassingly fast, because you were his gift anyway.

his hands moved faster and his hips bucked forward. you looked at him through eyelashes and the vision you had was a crime to be for free: head fell back, lips slightly parted, messy hair, adam’s apple bobbing.

his thighs trembled next to you, and with a deeper thrust, his hot cum was shot at the back of your mouth, leaving you no option but to swallow it.

his seed spread messily along your mouth, his tip shining red, and as he drove himself through the orgasm, still fucking your glossy lips, you moaned unconsciously — high-pitched, dark.

you swore that the view alone could've finished you, and you were almost coming undone when he sat up, still heavily breathing, and pushed you down on the mattress, flooding you with his scent.

his uneven breath hovered just above your ear as he stared down at you, dark eyes scanning you in a whole. his fingers traveled to your soaking wet core, groaning when he entered in contact with it, “so wet, so gorgeous—” he tossed your lacy panties to the side, sliding a finger and stroking your cunt and bud all together. you moaned at the touch, a shiver running through your spine. he continued teasing, never giving in, breathing heavily, “do you think you deserve being fucked after bringing that boy around, hm princess?”

“he was no good so you had to come to me, isn't that it?” his words made you squirm, clenching around nothing as he continued teasing, fingering but never entering, his still-hard cock hitting your thigh at the proximity.

he was, at the same time, overwhelmingly close, but not close enough, not touching you were you wanted him to, where you needed him to.

you rolled your hips, desperate to create friction, and he only chuckled mockingly, his grin growing wider, darker.

“please— oh my goodness, please”

“please what, darling?” he gripped your inner thighs firmly, spreading yourself open, like you were an open book that only he could read.

“f-fuck me, ruin me, please, jongseongie!”

he let out a sound so lustful you weren't sure what it was, and snapped. he captured your lips in a kiss, now raw, messy, rushed, where he could taste himself on your tongue, and pumped his fingers in and out of you, stretching you open.

you moaned against his mouth, and right when he began to find your g-spot, curling perfectly, he pulled out. you whimpered at the loss, but soon, without any warning, he entered you completely. the stretch was overwhelming, and you felt him deep in your stomach, sitting inside for a while before thrusting fast. your jaw opened in a silent scream, and you held on to his scalp for dear life. it felt so good, your bodies intertwined like a limbo, damp of sweat covering his forehead, his dick hitting you so deep you saw stars. why haven't you done this before?

he hid his head on the crook of your neck, biting and nibbling on the sensitive spot there, the sensation sending butterflies on your stomach.

because it was supposed to be just sex, but his hands on your waist? hickeys left by him appearing on your collarbone? his name being recited as a chant as he was buried deep in you?

it felt more than just hooking up.

and maybe it was, but you were too afraid to admit, or perhaps it simply didn't matter now. you'd always been inconsequential.

as his groans started to get louder, his thrusts faltered, losing its pace and coming out messier, breaking your limits and surpassing where was the max you thought you could handle.

“princess, do you feel me here? going s’ deep”

“taking me in so good. letting me use you just as i want, you're the prettiest gift ever aren't you?”

“do you feel my cock hitting this perfect pussy?”

tears started to fall down your face again, but now they were saltier, the pain growing overwhelming when the knot on your stomach snapped, releasing what felt like a whole bottle of transparent cum.

jay didn't stop for a second even after your liquid was shot on your bodies, only holding your sides harder as he chased his own release. one could say he was possessed, eyebrows furrowing, eyes empty, mouth open.

“damn— t’much, too much, ngh” you cried out, earning a chuckle from him, as he muttered how you should take it because it was his birthday after all.

his thrusts faltered even more, his head falling back, you could feel that he was close. when he did release, his orgasm filling you up perfectly, shooting deep inside you, you were sure that was the best sensation you've ever felt.

“yeah, darling, letting me fill you up so good, hm? look at you, looking so wrecked. did i ruin you completely?”

you couldn't form coherent sentences, your mind occupied by a black cloud, where you wanted him, felt him, thought about him.

he laughed down at you, falling apart, wrapping an arm around your waist lazily. he nuzzled into your hair, feeling grounded on your scent, drunk in your taste. he lifted your chin up to kiss you once more, all those unspoken feelings, unacknowledged promises being transferred from you to him and vice-versa.

“i think you're receiving the first piece of cake this year, you were by far the one who made me happier today, princess.”

[naebaetwsog]

「・RIIZE as your boyfriend°×

genre.Fluff

warning.Ot7(ig that’s a warning??)

pairing.Bf!Rii7e x fem!reader

note.If I say that I was crying writing this, and I was also crying while choosing the cover photo, I really miss our 03liners. Anyways, this is my fist riize fic, reminder that you can request other groups too!!

Shotaro

Your #1 fan, personal hype man, and ultimate softie. You are his literal baby—no exceptions. He spoils you endlessly, never showing up empty-handed on dates, always surprising you with little gifts. If you’re apart, he demands FaceTime calls at night, whining, “I can’t sleep without your presence…” Your personal space? Doesn’t exist. His clothes are now yours, and he loves seeing you in them. Dancing everywhere, even in the grocery store? Mandatory. You don’t know how? He doesn’t care—he’s twirling you around anyway. He showers you with compliments 24/7, making sure you never forget how much he loves you.

Eunseok

Cool and composed? Only with others. With you, he’s a total softie. But make no mistake—he’s crazy overprotective. If someone so much as glances at you the wrong way, he’s already cursing their ancestors. He spoils you without hesitation; you don’t even need to ask—just look at something, and it’s yours. You are not safe from his dad jokes, though. You could be in the middle of cuddling, and he’ll drop the corniest joke, leaving you groaning while he laughs at his own humor. He loves making you mad just because he thinks you’re adorable when you pout.

Sungchan

Simp? Understatement. You say sit, he sits. You say jump, he jumps. Honestly, he’s barking for you. Just thinking about you puts him in heart-eyes mode. Everyone knows how much he loves you—he makes sure of it. Someone stares at you for too long? He’s ready to throw hands. His personal space? Doesn’t exist when it comes to you. He even holds your hand when you go to the bathroom “What if you get kidnapped?!”. One week into the relationship, he’s already talking about marriage. But don’t be fooled—he will tease you, especially about your height, and be the most annoying boyfriend ever in the best way possible.

Wonbin

Mysterious? Only to strangers. With you? He’s a full-on clingy baby. If he’s not glued to you in some way, he’s simply not functioning. He spoils you to no end, handing you his credit card before you even ask. His clothes are automatically yours, and your mood? His mood. If you’re upset, he feels it. He’s confident, but still gets jealous—even though he’s literally one of the most handsome men alive. He tries to play it cool, but the moment someone gets a little too friendly, he’s suddenly extra affectionate, pulling you closer and reminding everyone that you’re his.

Seunghan

Simp Pt. 3. He’s obsessed with you in the most wholesome way. Personal space? What’s that? You’re never alone—if you turn around, he’s right there. Matching outfits every day, not negotiable. He only has eyes for you; no one else even exists in his world. He expresses his love in a million small ways, from adjusting your scarf in the cold to remembering your favorite snacks. If you’re feeling down, he drops everything to comfort you, whispering how much he loves you and will always be by your side.

Sohee

He tries to act all cool and manly, but let’s be real—he’s a total softie when it comes to you. He’s not big on physical affection, but he needs some part of him touching you at all times—whether it’s a pinky linked with yours or his foot brushing against yours under the table. Instead of physical touch, he expresses love through acts of service and words of affirmation. Good morning and good night texts are a daily routine. He surprises even himself by being the first one to say, “I love you.”

Anton

The biggest simp of them all. His brain is permanently on “reader brainrot” mode. If he’s not thinking about you, he’s making memes about you. You have so many inside jokes that one look from him can make you both burst out laughing. He always gives you his oversized hoodies because you look ridiculously tiny in them, and he lives for it. Spoils you way too much, especially if you’re into collecting cute things (“One more Sunny Angel won’t hurt…”). The way he adores you is unreal—he just wants to make you the happiest person alive.

[amurotoorudesu]

just a sagau genshin abt the newest banner (geo & hydro dragon my love) (the creator is self insert) LOTS OF OOC

a/n : written in rush cuz i randomly think abt this after knewing next phase banner and i hope i got both of them, i was gonna added about how i forgot ayato & childe exist when i planning on which dps from each vision should i pull, but they make no sense so i didnt include it.

"I didnt mean to look down on your choice, Your Grace. But, didnt your cousin says itll be better just to pull me...?"

You look at Zhongli with the most unserious, more like silly face, thinking about hes actually jealous of your choice on pulling for Neuvillette.

While it's true you need his shield and he would be the first Geo 5 star you have, but who wouldnt want a hydro dragon pure water tester PLUS a water machine gun to pew pew those enemies!

And more better? You have an unbuild Furina too!

"But my cousin also says he would comeback to genshin to pull for Nupi!"

If Zhongli able to curse, he will.

when will you also gave him a cute, silly lil nickname to him too?

"But like, Your Grace—"

"Shhsshhh"

You quickly shut him, putting your own finger on his lips, making a small blush creep onto the Geo Archon.

Zhongli can feel the side eye Neuvillette gave him as the Hydro dragon sips on his pure water.

"But, Your—"

Seriously, you never saw this version of him thats cant control his own usual calm demeanor, but the version you see is the impatient and insists that his opinion is the best.

Not like he's wrong though.

You put your own finger on you lips now and did a mewing pose, kinda making those two old dragon sigh.

whats wrong with this generation...

"Zhongli, hear me out. Nupi is a nuke, or else should i say Nukelet? Thats suit you isnt it?"

Neuvillette sighed again, but he didnt hide his chuckle about his Creator giving him more silly nickname.

"Pardon me, Your Grace. While it doesn't matter to me that you call me that, but I'm a dragon, not a nuke. I dont boom myself"

"But youre a boomer."

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

"No."

Back to Zhongli. Hes still thinking countless reason about why you should pull for him.

I mean, his material is easier to get (even if youre the Creator and couldve just easily get everything you want), his talent is useful (SHIELD??? BIG PILLARS???? THROWING BIG ROCKS TO THE ENEMIES?????), he got many fans (BUT ITLL BE USELESS IF HIS CREATOR DIDNT WANT TO PULL HIM), he got many fanfics (HE KNEW YOU LIKE TO READ THEM AND HE WILL HACK THE TUMBLR TO SHOWS UP MANY FANFICS ABOUT HIM ON YOUR DASHBOARD BUT EXCLUDING THE HURT/NO COMFORT BCS HE KNEW YOU DESPISE THEM)

But then he come to a conclusion, as he clapped his hand.

"Your Grace, if Sir Neuvillette have Furina on your team, what about Xiao?"

Fuck he was right. WHAT ABOUT YOUR XIAO????? HE NEED HIS FATHER FIGURE!!!!

"Youve got a point..." you pose like the trade offer meme.

"So, who should i choose now? is it you, Sir Zhongli, or is it you, Monsieur Neuvillette?"

"Uhm, pardon me but, why dont you just get us?" ask Neuvillette, putting his cup on the table.

"Dont you think itll be better, Your Grace? You get two dragons and you also have their companions on your team."

"Monsieur, i dont have that kind of money. Im still in high school, heck, a boarding school! Even if i have guaranteed now, i dont think i can."

"But our banner started on your holidays..."

"Ok now you got another point"

"So, what you gonna do?"

"I'll take two dragon, please"

Perhaps Zhongli should thank Neuvillette for his suggestion.

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another a/n : i post this cuz im at my home, suffering from another sudden sickness (i keep getting nauseous and vomiting plus a bad fever & headache but idk what causes them can anyone tell me 😭) also i have a tooth extraction scheduled on Monday so yeah... wished my future self a good luck

[man69lover]

Match My Freak

toge inumakixreader smau PT 12

Toge Inumaki is a cursed speech user, and reader is mute due to brain damage. Some would say a match made in heaven, some would say it just couldn’t work.

warnings: unironic use of emojis, absolutely brain rotted reader + toge, horrible memes, kys, bad jokes, ooc characters, also ignore the times and read receipts idk how to change that lmao

more ‘angst’ 🤭

when panda and toge returned from their mission, you and the others were all just hanging around. when they approached the group they were greeted with congratulations and excitement from their peers. you excitedly waved to toge when you got a glimpse of him. you also waved when panda looked your way, and you went to approach toge. but you noticed a shift in his demeanor, and before you could even take two steps he was giving the group a nod and walking away. you were… disappointed. and you knew your face showed it the way nobara looked at you like a kicked puppy. but you shoved that away for now, and gave panda your attention while he explained what happened and what expeditions they went on.

you and nobara went out to the classic hangout spot, the mall. it was nice. you realized you hadn’t really hung out with her in… weeks? wow. toge was already mad at you. was nobara mad at you too? maybe she was. i mean you had to change everything to make time for her and toge now. ugh this was stressful.

“so? what’s wrong?”

you moved your head slightly as she interrupted your train of thought. you shook your head with a furrowed brow and gave a shake of your hand as well. nothing.

“yeah there is. i can tell.”

you shook your head again before giving a shrug. you didn’t even know what was really wrong. nothing had actually happened. toge just messaged you using a weird tone, but everyone had their off days right?

“is it him?”

you knew that you had given her a look, one that said. it’s fine. it’s nothing. but she continued on.

“what did he do?!”

you cringed at the way she stopped her stride, turning to face you fully. the face you made was enough to get her to sigh and get back on her way through the crowded mall. you didn’t like that she was so enthusiastic sometimes. it wasn’t like you could even say anything right now anyway.

“fine. but you’re telling me when we get back.”

you nodded, knowing you couldn’t hold it in forever. especially not from nobara of all people. but until she could squeeze the information out of you, you enjoyed some time out with your girl.

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[wolfjackle-creates]

broski I beg of u to tell me about your Danny is Clark’s nephew wip im so intrigued

@hailsatanacab also asked about this one! I shared two snippets for them so check out Part 1 and Part 2. (about 900 words total between the two asks.)

This was inspired by the discussion on a prompt you made ages ago, actually! Here's the post. The main prompt isn't the inspiration, however. It was the comment about Danny joining the JL and [insert spiderman meme here].

Let's see if I have anything I can add. (I changed things enough when posting the first bits that everything else I have doesn't fit anymore.)

Eh, fine. Just went through and wrote another 600 words.

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Danny winced. “Yes, Uncle Cl— Kal. Uncle Kal.” Danny glanced next to him and realized Constantine had moved several feet away and was deliberately trying to not attract attention. He bit back a smile and pulled on the Prince Phantom persona Queen Dora had forced him to learn. “Thank you for your assistance, Laughing Magician. I now declare our deal complete and will make no further claims on you.” He waved his hand producing a piece of parchment which he handed over. “As promised, your payment.”

Constantine grabbed the paper and backed away quickly. “Great. Glad to do business with you, your highness. Hope your family reunion goes well. I’ll just—” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, then changed something and disappeared through a portal even as several of the League members present tried to yell at him to stop.

Danny rolled his eyes as he fell back into his more relaxed demeanor. “Oh, please. What more did you want from him? I’ll talk to Uncle Kal and he can decide what is important to pass on. Magician Constantine already told you most of what he knows.”

“Just… come on, Danny,” said Uncle Clark. “We need to talk.”

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Finding a place to talk to Danny wasn’t the problem, Clark quickly realized. Shaking off his coworkers, however… Bruce in particular did not want to be left out. And Wally was too curious to be put off.

“Danny?” called Clark when he realized the kid wasn’t with him.

“By the viewing window,” said Bruce. “He seems to enjoy the view.”

“Right. Should’ve guessed.” Clark cursed himself silently for forgetting how much the kid loved space. “Batman, please. I know you like to know everything. But can I just talk to my nephew alone? I’ll explain everything I can after, but I need to know how this situation could’ve happened in my own family without my knowledge first without you being there inserting Opinions.”

“Very well. I’ll collect Flash and we’ll leave the two of you alone. But I expect a full report after.”

“I’ll make a peach cobbler, Ma’s recipe, and head to the Manor tomorrow to tell you everything.”

“I’ll let Nightwing know.”

Clark sighed. “I’ll make two cobblers.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward, but he turned without saying anything more. “Flash! Since this matter is going to be delayed, I believe you still have to file your report on the incident last week.”

Clark chuckled as Flash protested. But he didn’t listen to their discussion, instead joining Danny by the viewing window. He settled an arm around his nephew’s shoulders. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“I can’t believe you get to come up here and look out at the stars any time you want.”

“I don’t get up here as much as I’d like, I’m afraid. And when I am up here, it’s because something somewhere is going wrong so I don’t get to appreciate it as much as I’d like to.”

“So, if you’re an alien, does that mean Dad’s an alien, too? Is that why he is the way he is? Am I part alien?”

Clark laughed and ruffled Danny’s hair. Like this, it felt almost insubstantial, like passing his hand through mist. “Fraid not, kid. No one knows why your dad is the way he is. I can’t remember how often he was tested for the meta gene.”

“Once a year every year from the time he was six until he was twenty-two and graduated undergrad and started living on his own. Then he stopped for a few years. Until he started dating Mom. He accidentally broke her apartment door once and she insisted he get tested again.”

Clark wanted to laugh, but all he could remember was Danny’s earlier statement. “Danny… Are you…safe with your parents?”

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Again, anyone is free to continue this! If anyone wants, I can combine everything into one post to make it easier to do so.

[thetomorrowshow]

love is such a drag ch. 4

oki i posted this on ao3 almost two weeks ago but forgot to post it here so uhhhhh

enjoy some scariana griande

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Scott: hey grian

Scott: do you know how much drag queens cost?

Scott: bc i just found out

Scott: and oh boy

Scott: that is not in the budget

Me: what?

Scott: so the activities board is doing a pride week in march

Scott: and we're planning a drag show for the last day

Me: ohhh

Scott: but wow you guys are kinda expensive

Me: we know our worth, scott

Scott: please sir

Scott: spare a free drag show for the poor? 🥺

Me: -_-

Scott: i'll buy you lunch

Me: you know that a good drag show usually requires more than one drag queen, right?

Me: like. several drag queens

Scott: i know that… now

Scott: ok what if we do an amateur drag show

Scott: mostly students who are interested in drag getting to perform

Scott: but with one real drag queen?

Scott: whose name may or may not be grian??

Scott: 😣🙏🙏🙏

Scott: pleek

Me: students you say

Me: i'll do it

Scott: oh thank mumbo

Me: but

Scott: uh oh

Me: sorry did you just curse by mumbo's name?

Scott: no comment

Me: ???

Me: ok anyways

Me: i'll do it

Me: but

Me: you have to do it, too

Scott: oh DEAL

Scott: i want to sing let it go

Scott: oh my mumbo i need to think of a drag name

Me: right. have fun with that

Me: when in march?

Scott: first week. the drag show should be that friday

Me: right i'll put it in my calendar

Grian does put it in his calendar, set right on March 5th. That isn’t too far away, really, but gives him plenty of time to prepare.

Then his phone buzzes—another notification from Scar, which immediately sends his heart into his throat as he swipes it away without even reading it.

He might make a noise, also. That would make sense, judging by how both Mumbo and Pearl start, looking up at him.

“You good?” Mumbo asks, then, before Grian can respond, he checks his watch. “Oh, dear—”

Mumbo jumps up from his chair, frantically stuffing his laptop and papers into his shoulder bag faster than Grian’s ever seen anyone do it. “I forgot—study group—”

“Have fun,” Pearl calls. Mumbo, already halfway out the door, simply waves a harried hand and hurries out, a dry erase marker still stuck behind his ear.

“Ah,” Pearl says drily. “He took the marker. Librarians aren’t going to be happy.”

Grian had been planning on using that marker, too. Not for anything important, but he’d had half a mind to draw something stupid on the dry erase board before they checked out of their library study room. Hatsune Miku, probably.

Then he remembers the text message with a jolt, and this time he hears when he yelps. It sounds kind of like Mumbo does when gets caught eating carrots out of the fridge at two in the morning. Just a little ah!

Pearl raises an eyebrow at him.

Grian sighs. “The guy I went on a date with keeps texting me.”

“Okay?”

“I—” Grian wrings his hands— “he’s a really nice guy,” he says reluctantly. “I feel bad for ghosting him.”

According to the barkeep, he’s not just a typical nice guy. Scar is everything that he seems: kind hearted, passionate, funny, a little ridiculous. He doesn’t deserve the hurt that Grian is surely causing him.

“Then don’t,” Pearl shrugs.

“Don’t—don’t what?”

“Ghost him.”

“I’m already doing that.”

“No, like—don’t ghost him.”

Grian blinks. Don’t ghost him? How can he do that while still getting out of this situation?

“Meet up with him again, tell him you don’t think it’ll work out, then block his number,” Pearl says, as if it’s that simple.

Is it?

And. . . .

Well, he’ll get another free meal out of it. Not in a vampire way.

It feels kind of sleazy, but no worse than he already feels for ghosting him. “Maybe you have good ideas sometimes,” he says idly. Pearl chucks a pencil at him, which is quite rude to do to your only brother.

So Grian unlocks his phone, and. . . .

He will text him back. He will.

But not—not yet. He needs a minute to gather his courage.

And how better to gather his courage than scroll through memes for a while?

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Scar has sent seven messages to Ariana since the date. All of them entirely reasonable.

The first two were to express what a good time he had, and make sure she got home safe. The next two were asking her out on a second date. And the final three were daily check-ins, to make sure his messages didn't get buried.

She has not responded to a single one.

That isn't the end of the world. It can’t be. Because for some reason, the world is still turning and Scar is still found upon it, so it can’t have ended; it isn’t even the remotest possibility! The world definitely hasn’t ended.

But it sure feels like it has.

It’s three days later and he’s in his so-called math class, but he simply cannot force himself to pay attention. They really ought to devise some way to make boring classes more pay-attentionable. Perhaps they can adopt a school cat to frolic about on the table, causing comical cat catastrophes and being given the final say on issues of debate. It would also be nice for student government meetings. Oh, then he would be able to carry cat toys, of which he already has plenty due to his excitement to one day adopt a cat.

It would keep his mind off the angel, too. Otherwise, he can only focus on every little thing that he must have done wrong on the date.

He didn’t offer her his arm when they went in. That has to have marked him down at least three points, if not more. After all, it’s the chivalrous thing to do, and instead he just followed along behind her! Practical, perhaps, to give him more time to check for ice on the sidewalk and not slip, but not how a date should behave, especially on the first outing.

He tried to pressure her into alcohol too, didn’t he? Oh, that was a trainwreck—she wasn’t at all interested in the drink he had picked out, and had elected her own! Of course, Scar wasn’t exactly aware that the drink was alcoholic, but he was the one who tried to order it and he should have made sure first.

And he barely even let her talk! He talked all about himself practically all date, giving her no chance to talk about something interesting to her. How could he even imagine himself so intriguing as to hold her attention for so long? Nobody likes to listen to his Disney rants in a normal situation—Cub always tells him that they’re far too long-winded and he brings them up too often, clearly one of his main flaws, and he’d just flaunted his Disney knowledge all over her without even asking if it was okay!

She probably hadn’t even liked the flowers, no matter what she said. She probably didn’t even want to go on the date in the first place.

Scar sighs. To his dismay, nobody asks him what’s wrong.

He sighs again, slightly louder.

When nobody asks what’s wrong a second time, Scar huffs, glances around for someone to console him.

He’s the only person in the room.

He checks his phone.

Ah. Class ended several minutes ago. The last thing he clearly remembers about the class is the professor writing the agenda on the board—he’d entirely zoned out by the time the first formulas were being copied down.

He should probably go to that study group of Impulse’s, given his track record of paying attention. It does meet today, and fairly soon, right? And in this building, in a study room down by the exit. It’s basically on his way!

Perhaps Impulse’s study group will provide a suitable distraction for his heartbreak. He needs one, and desperately. Even imagining a cat hasn’t worked.

“Er, Scar?”

Scar looks up; Scott’s standing in the doorway, his backpack only half on his shoulders. Oh, good! Someone to opine to!

“What are you doing in my stats class?” Scott asks. Scar doesn’t answer that question and instead slides his phone across the table toward Scott, still open on the text thread with Ariana.

“Am I coming on too strong?” he asks, terrified of the answer.

Scott looks vaguely like he still wants to figure out why Scar’s here, but the opportunity to insert himself in someone else’s relationship drama is too tempting and he picks up the phone.

“‘Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just want to make sure you’re okay and not kidnapped or unable to speak due to some terrible accident, because if you got hit by a car as soon as you left after our date I would feel really bad forever and ever, so just text me if you’re alive because you’re very attractive and I think someone would probably want to kidnap you (BUT NOT ME) and I just want to know that you’re safe,’” Scott reads aloud. “You sent this?”

“Yes. Is it too much?”

“I mean . . . yeah.”

“Which part?” Scar asks, leaning forward. Scott gives him his phone back.

“The whole thing. It’s giving desperate,” Scott says. “You want her to chase you too—or, him, I mean.”

Scar chuckles. Oh, Scott. “An angel.”

“Did not clarify the gender.”

“A girl, Scott,” Scar says, a little affronted, though he isn’t sure why. “I’m not gay.”

Scott puts his hands up. “Geez, sorry. I just heard you tell Impulse the other day that Bdubs is super cute, so I didn’t want to assume.”

“Well, yeah, but every man finds men attractive.”

“No . . . no, I . . . I don’t think they do?” says Scott. “Guys who find guys attractive are . . . into guys.”

“Well, no. Every man has another man that they would, you know, go for! On principle! Like—like Ryan Reynolds!”

Scott looks at him. His eyebrows are raised, mouth a thin line.

Scar isn’t sure what that look means.

“How many men have you found attractive this week?”

Scar rolls his eyes. “Well, that’s impossible to count. You might as well ask how many animators work on any given film! There was the guy serving mashed potatoes yesterday, a real looker in the restroom this morning, a very pretty boy in make-up the other night, Bdubs, a blond boy playing soccer on the quad, this boy in the library, a—”

“Yeah,” Scott says. “Most men only have, like, one guy ever. Not every other man they pass.”

“Okay, but, I’m just as attracted to girls!” Scar protests. “So I can’t be gay, I must be straight. You’re either gay or straight, Scott!”

“Not remotely true.”

“I have to get to my study group,” Scar says loudly, snatching his phone off the table and grabbing his cane. “Thank you, Mr. Smajor, for your opinion. It will be recycled as soon as is convenient.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Scar raises his cane to him, then begins the trek downstairs to Impulse’s study group. He barely debates a moment before heading toward the elevator rather than the stairs. Maybe a year ago he would have chosen the stairs, but he doesn’t want to push himself any more than necessary.

“Scar! Good to have you,” Impulse says when he walks into the right study room (after walking into the wrong one twice). “Take a seat, man, right here.”

Scar isn’t the first person to show up, but he is surprisingly early. He takes the proferred seat, setting his cane up against the table.

“We’re actually going to split into two rooms,” Impulse tells him, leaning against the table. “I’ll be helping with more advanced concepts here, and Mumbo will be taking the easier stuff in the other room.”

“And trig is. . . ?”

Impulse laughs. “Definitely advanced, bud. How ya been?”

That’s a loaded question. Scar sighs dramatically and lets his head fall on the table. “Terrible. I took the most perfect angel on a date last week, and I haven’t gotten a single text back!”

“Who, Bdubs?”

Scar blinks. “What? No. You and Scott, I swear. . . .”

“You told me he’s cute!”

“Lots of guys are cute,” Scar waves off. “I’m straight, though. Not that anything else is relevant, because it was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and now I’ll never see her again!”

“Aw, come on, buddy,” Impulse says encouragingly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “There’s someone out there for you! And you know what? That’s what math is all about—finding what’s missing to make you whole!”

“I thought it was about finding x,” says Mumbo, poking his head into the room. Despite the potential of witnessing Mumbo’s beautiful mustache, Scar doesn’t lift his head, grimacing as he considers Mumbo’s suggestion.

“I don’t want to find my ex, Impulse, I can’t believe you talked me into this—”

“Nope,” Impulse says firmly. “Nope. It’s about finding a missing number.”

Her number isn’t missing, though. It’s right there in Scar’s phone, ten digits that will never respond to him, ten fingers he’ll never be able to clasp between his own again, ten children they’ll never have. . . .

Scar’s phone buzzes, sitting, as it is, on the table beside his head.

Scar straightens up immediately, scrambling for his phone. In his haste, he actually pushes it further away, then right up to the edge, teetering, tottering—

Scar practically throws himself across the table to grab it, and he manages to wrap his fingers around it, thank Mumbo—

But, as a result of the sudden exertion, Scar’s hands are suddenly sweaty, and his phone slips out of his hand and lands face-down on the tile floor.

“It probably wasn’t even her,” he says morosely, staring at the phone below. “It was probably another text from that lost dog poster I put up.” “Oh, you have a dog?” Mumbo asks, while Impulse steps around the table to pick up the phone.

“No.”

“What?”

Impulse, phone in hand, places it back on the table—then seems to think better and picks it back up, placing it directly into Scar’s hand. “I don’t know if all those cracks were already there,” he says. “I think you need a new phone, buddy.”

There aren’t any new cracks, luckily, and Scar turns on his phone to see—

Yep. Another text from one of the lost dog posters.

Just as he begins to return to being a puddle of gloop on this table, his phone buzzes again. His heart leaps into his mouth, he frantically fumbles for the button—

Another lost dog text.

From the same number, actually. Something about the picture on the poster being a picture of their own dog, clearly taken while it was in their backyard. Scar isn’t trying to read all that, so he’s not entirely sure what their problem is.

Well, that was possibly the biggest disappointment of his life. And now he has to do math? Why, he might as well just be put out of his misery right now! Just taken out back and put down, like a sad dog, preferably a cute one like the ones he used for the posters, but a sad one nonetheless—

Wait.

Another message pops up, hidden under the first two that he had carelessly swiped away.

Ariana: lol no worries i’m alive

Ariana: a date on thursday maybe?

With any luck, Scar will get used to the gymnastics that his heart surely oughtn’t be performing.

Even if some part of him doesn’t ever want to get used to her.

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Previous part: part 4.

Next part: part 6.

A/N: High School Musical references (watch the movies!!!). I recommend you to read part 1 again, because a lot of references I made here are also said in the first chapter. This could look like a filler chapter, but it’s really important for future developments!

Word count: 2.2k.

You’re relaxing on your bed on a deserved day off, brand new AC on and a cold glass of orange juice in your hand. You’re scrolling on your phone, chuckling at various memes and sending most of them to Ochaco, who will probably complain about finding 62 videos from you and having to react to each one. You’re planning on doing absolutely nothing today, just munching on snacks and sleeping. Maybe you’re going to put on that show you’ve been wanting to see. This is the life, you think.

“FUCK THIS SHIT!”

You’re startled out of your mind, again. Katsuki has been screaming at the top of his lungs since this morning, but you don’t even know the reason why. You hear his stream of curses from the wall between your rooms.

You’re very annoyed: he’s ruining your perfect day off. How dare he. You throw punches on the wall for the upteenth time, hoping he will stop or go outside to do whatever is bugging him.

“Stop fucking doing that!” He screams back at you, and you get even angrier. You decide you had enough, so you get up from your bed and march towards his room. You throw his door open without caring about his privacy.

He snaps his head towards you, scowling worser than usual.

“D’you ever heard about fucking knocking?” He barks at you. He looks disheveled: his usually spiky hair is a mess, and you assume he keeps on yanking it; you can feel his eye bags, and he probably didn’t have a good night of sleep in two weeks.

“Damn, you look bad” you mumble looking at him from head to toe. You lose a bit of your anger and almost feel bad. Almost.

“Well, I don’t care, you’re ruining my perfect day, so if you need to scream go out” you say glaring at him.

“This is my fucking house too” he snarls. “If I want to scream because I don’t want to do this shit, then I’m gonna do it. You’re free to leave and never return” he responds looking you up and down. He’s got a point.

You scoff. Sometimes he really has the audacity to speak when he shouldn’t be speaking. “What are you even doing? What’s this big thing that’s bothering you so much?”.

He grits his teeth and stays silent. The way he doesn’t want you to know the reason why he’s so angry just makes you become more curious. Oh, I’m about to get so annoying when I find out. Just so you wait, Katsuki.

“Come on, don’t be a kid. Let’s make a deal: I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate if you tell me” you try to bribe him. In one of his nicest moments, he complimented the way you know how to “make it just right”, just to take it back immediately after noticing those words left his mouth. Also, your roommate likes to eat and drink hot things even if it’s summer. He’s a weirdo.

He looks conflicted. He really wants a sweet treat, and he knows that he’s not capable of doing it the way you do (he already tried and failed). He blames it on the fact you keep on saying that you add a secret ingredient that he doesn’t know, because there’s just no way he’s not good at doing everything he puts his mind into. He ponders about it for what feels like 3 minutes, where you both stay completely silent.

“I’ll even add whipping cream.”

You try suppressing your grin: he’s sold, you see it in the way he grits his teeth even harder. “I’m revising my thesis’ grammar.”

You instantly become smug, all your anger forgotten. Bingo. “The big buff Bakugou Katsuki is mad about some grammar? Really? I thought you were stronger than that, pussy” you tease him with a smirk on your face.

He tries throwing you one of the books he keeps on his desk, but you dodge it. Then you lean on his door and cross your arms, while he goes on and screams “GET OUT! You’re bothering me even more”.

“Stop screaming, oh my god”, you whine. “What would it take for you to return being the quiet kid at the back of the class? You’re so annoying like this” you say exhausted. You get one day off in 3 weeks, there is no way he’s ruining it. You’re finding joy in annoying him, though, it’s so fun.

“I was never the quiet kid, I ain’t no loser like you. Get the fuck out of my room” he bites back. He doesn’t need to know it, but you were indeed the quiet kid.

“Well, guess I won’t help you then” you reply, shrugging. You didn’t even ask if he wanted your help, and you didn’t come in his room to help him, but now you’re just rubbing in his face that you can go and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, while he boils himself away in his despair.

You start closing his door, yawning and teasing him some more. “Continue screaming while I go and watch Love Island without you”. You have to turn around to hide your expression.

You hear him curse under his breath. “Fuck, wait, I really wanna see that”, he says, sounding desperate. “Aren’t you enrolled in literature or some shit?”.

You face him with the biggest devious smile you can muster. “Yeah, why?”

The vein on his forehead is about to pop. “How good are you at correcting grammar?”, he says.

You look like you won the lottery. “Ooooh you want my help? Do you want me to revise your little thesis for you? Little ol’ me? Weren’t you saying to get the fuck out?” You say walking towards his still sitting form. He’s super rigid, like asking you to help him is requiring him all the strength of the world and the planets and the solar system together. He closes his eyes and rubs his temples. He tries the breathing exercises they taught him in highschool to manage his fury, when he really started managing his anger issues. You’re getting on his last nerves, but revising all he wrote in months is also getting on his nerves.

“Can you at least pretend to not enjoy this as much as you currently are? You’re a devil” he spits out. Well, he could’ve said something meaner, so the breathing exercises must have worked a little.

“Mean. I guess you don’t want my help then”, you respond, feigning innocence.

“Let’s make one thing clear: I’m a boss at doing shit like this. I’m just tired of doing it, ‘cause I’ve been at it for a day straight. I’m good at everything, so you’ll probably find a comma that I forgot to type, not much more than that”, he adds, glaring up at you. You’re now standing next to him, but the fact he’s still sitting has you staring at him from above. This simple act is driving him insane: if he’s not in control he gets antsy, and you seem to know it, because you’re standing really proud.

You decide on dropping the facade a little, because you enjoy revising things. And he does look exhausted.

“Sure, send me the file and I’ll look into it” you say. Now you’re going outside of his room to make his chocolate, but he thinks you’re just running away.

“Wait. What do you want in return?” He says squinting at you. There’s no way she’s doing it because she’s nice, he thinks.

You look at him, dumbfounded. “Huh?”

“Don’t fucking “huh” me. What do you want? Why are you doing this?” He responds, serious.

You raise one eyebrow and stay silent for a bit, then you tell him “Because I’m nice? Have you ever heard about kindness? Not everything is a transaction, business man” then you close his door without waiting for an answer, leaving him confused and somewhat angry.

You start doing his hot chocolate while singing to yourself, when suddenly his door is thrown open and he exits it, staring at you.

“Tell me what you want” he says coming closer to you and crossing his arms. It sounds more like a statement than a question.

You look at him and respond “Tell me what you neeeed”, singing.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“High School Musical? That one scene in the second film where they all sing in the kitchen? Really?” You ask, and he looks confused.

“I’ve never seen those films. They look pathetic.” He responds, rolling his eyes and looking at you putting whipping cream on his hot chocolate. You look shocked, and you hang your mouth open.

“You’ve never seen High School Musical?!” You almost scream.

He winces, rubs his ears and then proceeds to say “What’s so weird about it? It’s not like it’s a cult or something”.

“Yes! Yes it is! You know what? We’re going to watch it right now. And you can’t refuse, or I won’t revise your thesis” you tell him while poking him in the chest. Soft.

He kisses his teeth, huffs and goes to sit himself on the couch.

“I knew you weren’t doing it for free, manipulator” he glares at you.

You shrug, while putting his cup in front of him and bringing him some cookies. He mumbles a thanks, relaxing.

“I was going to help you regardless, but if I can make you suffer it’s funnier” you tell him, positioning yourself next to him and stealing one of the biscuits you brought for him.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“A bitch who’s going to do your work, so shut up and watch people fall in love in highschool” you bite back. You both roll your eyes.

Neither to say, he hates the movies with a passion. He thinks that high school is portrayed poorly, that Gabriella is the real villain, that they’re all pretentious bitches, that Troy should’ve went away because none of them were truly his friends since they weren’t supporting him.

You keep on huffing while he tells you all these “that”s.

“Katsuki, it’s not like it’s reality. It’s a musical. Just focus on the songs and the love, damn” you whine while throwing a punch at his bicep. He doesn’t budge and your hand hurts.

“That’s not my definition of love” he simply states.

“Yeah? And what’s your definition of love?” You ask him, curious.

He raises one of his eyebrows. “Why would I share something like that with you?”.

“Because I’m doing your work. And we’re friends. Sort of. And you like my chocolate” you respond, while blushing a little. You know you tend to be a little too curious and nosey, but it’s just because you pay a lot of attention to details. Details are everything to you. You’re quick to backtrack seeing his hostile behaviour towards this topic, and you start saying that it’s not a big deal and you should’ve minded your business, when he interrupts you.

“And what is your definition of love?”

He looks relaxed, like asking this isn’t that bothersome. Like he wants you to know you too. Like he cares, in some way.

“Love is a lot of things for me” you resort to say. Just how much can you be specific without scaring him away?

“Yeah, you’re waiting for me to talk about it first. I get it, dumbass. I’m not very good with words on this aspect though, so I’m sorry, but your curiosity won’t be quelled” he responds, rolling his eyes. From the start of this conversation he hasn’t stopped breathing normally, almost as if this is a regular conversation for him. He hasn’t stopped looking at you, too, but you’re trying to ignore that.

“Then let’s make a deal. Saturday we’re picking a thing that we think helps us explain what we think about love” you burst out. He’s about to protest, but you’re not finished.

“Love as in general love! Love can be outside of romantic relationships too, so let’s settle on love between friends! I’d never go out with you like that” you add. You jump out of the couch. You feel like you might catch on fire if you stay near him one more second. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you like you’re something he wants to dissect.

“Okay” he simply responds. You’re dumbfounded.

“Really? You’re okay with this? I thought you were going to say no” You say.

“Yeah, but let’s say that we can both decide on either going out or staying in. This is not a date, you said it yourself, so I don’t see a problem with it. It will just be like one of our movie nights, it’s not like we never spend time together, dumbass” he says, getting up and stretching his hand towards you.

“So? Are you in? Or are you scared of doing something much less meaningful than me?” He tells you, smirking.

You glare at him and compose yourself. Then, you stretch his hand.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

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[bbyquokka]

oh god

pairing: kim seungmin x gender-neutral reader

genre: fluff (if you squint a lil), smut – MDNI

synopsis: you're seungmin's first

warnings: smut, established relationship, virgin seungmin, oral (m rec), protected sex, pet names, some nipple play

words: 2.8k ~ (2,899)

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

he wants to wait, wait for the right person and for when the time is right. everyone around him, his friends, mutuals, acquaintances, everyone he knew was out doing it and to him, he didn't see the point.

the point being, why give away something that's precious to a complete stranger. someone you don't plan on having a future with. nowadays, sex is seen as a competition instead of something that's valuable. 

men cheer on their mates when they learn each others body counts, calling their dicks big and praising them whilst comparing and contrasting their past sexual partners, telling each other every explicate detail down to the T.

seungmin just isnt like that. the amount of times he has heard about another woman's breasts and nipples is beyond him. it puts him off sex even more.

he didn't really care about sex because he has seen and heard about it so many times that's he's become desensitized to it, but he is human after all. he has needs and sometimes, a lonely night with nothing but lube, his hand and a cheesy over the top porn video isn't cutting it for him any more.

then you came along. he didn't think it was possible to get an erection just from looking at someone but as soon as he saw your beauty, his cock twitched in an instant. 

it started of slow. seungmin wanted and needed that emotional connection with you first before going any further with you. you spoke on the regular, facetime, text messages, sending each other silly memes and videos, the usual's one would say.

it wasn't until seungmin caught himself blushing and giggling at a simple text of “hi! i miss you, min! hope you're ok. 🥺🖤” did he realise that maybe, he liked you a lot more than he thought.

his heart thumped against his chest every time you touched him or looked at him. your beautiful smile and sweet voice causing his mind to go all mushy. if that wasn't enough of a sigh that he was falling for you, he would go home and masturbate for hours on end with you on the mind, your voice ringing in his ears, your face popping up in his mind. body doing all sorts of positions and poses–its almost like you're there.

he'd curse himself for being a virgin. he wanted a bit more experience in that department. scared that you would judge him for being inexperienced, he kept it a secret even after you both got together. 

it didn't take long for you to notice that seungmin was hiding something from you. every time you tried to initiate something in the bedroom, he would make up an excuse, brush you off with a lie so you confronted him about it.

filled with so much guilt for making you doubt and question yourself as well as the relationship, did he blurt out:

“i'm a virgin!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“yn” seungmin stutters as you kiss his neck. “w-wait.”  you pull away from him, eyebrows furrowed together. 

“everything ok, minnie?” seungmin's chest rising up and down at an uneven pace. his penis already hard just from a few neck kisses and making out with one another. he's sensitive to everything. his skin burning from the areas you have kisses and sucked. every time you drag your fingertips down his skin, it leaves behind a trail of fire.

“y-yeah. it's just, i'm just–” seungmin stutters, cheeks as red as a rose. you smile warmly at him, cupping and stroking his cheeks gently.

“hey, are you nervous?” your voice is sweet and soft. seungmin swallows thickly, nodding slowly. he's so sick with nerves, his body shaking due to the scary amount of pleasure and emotions he is feeling.

you notice his shaky hands as he reaches up to place his hand on top of yours. you remove your hand, holding it instead and stroking the back with the pad of your thumb.

“it's ok to be nervous, minnie.”

“is it though?”

“absolutely! it's new and scary. you're most likely feeling very overwhelmed with pleasure, nerves and anxiety but we take it slow, m'kay? we go at your pace.”

“does it not bother you? that i'm inexperienced.” he mumbles. you let out a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek gently.

“no, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. something like this is precious, it's precious to you so i respect that.”

“but what if i do something you don't like or–or i say something or–” he rambles. you lean in and peck his lips gently to calm him down of his nervous ramblings.

“we communicate. we're a unit, you and i. communication is the most important thing in a relationship, regardless of what type it is.  if i do something to you or say something that makes you think, oh. i don't like this, it feels weird, then tell me.”

“but what if i hurt your feelings..” his voice is nothing but a whisper as he bites his bottom lip.

“my darling. you could never hurt my feelings. i won't know unless you tell me. i'd be more upset not knowing i was doing something to you that you disliked than you being straight and honest with me.”

“ok..” seungmin chews his lips nervously, his hands still trembling against your skin. 

“hey.” you softly say, leaning in so your lips brush against his softly. he whimpers, closing his eyes slowly. “you'll be ok, i promise you.”

you kiss him softly being slow at first. you allow seungmin to slowly melt into the kiss, his lips moulding with yours and finding that perfect tempo. wanting to take the initiative and feeling a little more confident, he gently bites your bottom lip as a silent request for permission to open; to which you oblige.

parting your lips slowly, seungmin slowly slides his tongue past your lips. he whimpers a little at the feel of your tongues meeting in the middle, colliding and tangling together. saliva and breathy pants mix together. 

with shaky hands, seungmin cautiously touches your exposed chest. he gingerly plays with your nipples, flicking and tugging on them gently before rolling them between his fingers. you let out a soft groan, pleasure tingling down to your fingertips and toes.

“fuck baby. keep doing that.” you whisper.

“you like that?”

“yes. it feels good.” you groan as you slide your hand down seungmin's exposed chest and torso to cup his erection through the material of his black boxer shorts. he involuntarily bucks his hips in your hand which causes him to flush pink.

you kiss his cheek, trailing your lips along his jawline to his ear. you lick and suck on his lobe as you palm his erection, rubbing and squeezing his length.

seungmin lets out shaky breathes, his body trembling as pleasure courses through his veins. he feels so good, he's on the verge of tears and all you're doing is palming him. he has yet to feel you. with every minute that passes by, his brain slowly turns to mush. sweat accumulates on his forehead and chest, his toes curling as his hands are now stationary against your chest.

“can i give you oral?” you ask, biting your lip gently. seungmin swallows, the question ringing in his ears and making him feel dizzy.

oh fuck. oh no. god oh god! can you? the person he loves, adores and cherishes the most. the person whom he finds so unbelievably attractive, give him oral?! 

he mind and body screaming at him. he wants to yell “fuck yeah!” at you but instead, he whimpers and gives a small and shy nod. 

you beam at him as you shuffle between his parted legs. he holds his breath as he watches you, watches his many fantasies and dreams come true right before his very eyes.

grabbing the waist band of his boxers shorts, you slowly pull them down his legs and discard them on the floor by the bed. a sudden wave of embarrassment and shyness washes over seungmin, shackling him to the mattress. 

he instinctively covers his private area with his hands, his cheeks and tips of his ears red. you place your hands on top of his gently, removing them slowly as you make eye contact with seungmin. nothing but fear clouds over his pupils as he chews his bottom lip raw. 

“hey, it's ok darling. it's just me.” your voice is so soft, so soothing to him that all the fear and nervousness washes away in an instant. he lets you remove his hands, showing you all he has to offer.

“that's my boy.” you coo as you kiss his hands. he lets them flop to the side as your eyes flicker down to his penis. 

what he lacks in girth, he makes up for in size. his tip red, veins protruding along the sides and traveling to his tip. pre-cum beading and coating his skin making it glisten in the dim light with the occasionally twitch. you also notice how neatly trimmed his pubic area is.

“you have such a pretty cock, min.” you coo, watching seungmin stutter and become flustered. he never thought of his cock (or any cock for that matter) being pretty, he just thought of it as average. but hearing those words come from your mouth makes him so dizzy with lust and heat.

your hand wraps around his base. seungmin watches you with beady eyes, his chest heaving up and down in time with his laboured breaths. he bundles up the sheets in the palm of his hands as he watches you slowly stroke him.

it's slow and languid, something that normally wouldn't get seungmin off. however, it's you. it's your hand around his cock. it's your face that's so dangerously close to it. he makes a mental note of how small you look around him, his brain malfunctioning and failing to do the basic human things.

“fuck..” he mumbles as you slowly pick up the speed. you rotate your wrists at the tip, using your thumb to slowly rub it and smear the pre-cum. seungmin clenches his jaw, his body tingling and vibrating from excitement and pleasure. 

and then it happens. your lips wrapping around his tip. the warmth from your mouth paired with the wetness makes seungmin lose the ability to speak. instead, he whimpers, reaching down and tangling his fingers in your hair as he watches his cock disappearing slowly in your mouth.

you hum around him, closing your eyes as you suck. you swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure your jaw is slack to get more of him. what you fail to reach, you compensate for by stroking him in time with your sucks.

“shit shit shit. fuck–ah!” seungmin pants, tugging and gripping your hair. his head falls to the side, his bangs falling over his half lidded eyes. sweat soaks his body as pleasure and lust swamp him. he wants to cum, he most definitely could cum at any minute but he doesn't want to.

he wants to hold because he wants so much more of you. he wants to feel you, hear you and taste you. he's hungry for you, despite the fact he didn't know it could be possible.

the more time he spends inside your mouth, the more he slowly loses it. his mind is nothing but mush. his body shaking due to the high level of lust and desire. he watches you suck his cock so perfectly. he wants to praise you, to tell you how good you're doing but he can't because if he dares opens his mouth once, he's scared of the sound that'll come out.

and then you swallow. a new, alien feeling shoots up his spine. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. the tightness of your throat around his cock automatically causing him to let out a long and throaty groan. 

you pull away with a smirk, licking your lips as you look at your fucked out lover. 

“i see you found your voice.” you giggle. 

“good..” seungmin mumbles. you laugh softly, shifting and straddling his lap. he looks up at you through his half lidded eyes. you push back his bangs, watching them automatically part and show more of his sweat coated forehead. 

his pupils blown out with lust, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. his lips parted and dry. he's a beautiful sight to see, a sight you want to see over and over again.

“shall we?” you ask. seungmin nods his head fast, making himself dizzy. you smile warmly at him before grabbing a condom and rolling it on his length.

“are you sure?”

“yes”

“a hundred percent?”

“a million trillion percent. i want this, i'm ready.” you nod, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck.

you hover over his cock, reaching behind and holding it at the base. seungmin holds your waist as he watches you lower yourself down on his condom clasped penis. 

you groan softly, head kicking back as you feel yourself stretching out. seungmin grips your hips tightly. he thought the warmth from your mouth was good but this warmth is a feeling he cannot describe. it's so alien yet so so good to him, for him. 

the warmth paired with the tightness is too much for his body to bare. he's melting into the mattress, his body uncomfortable hot and sweaty but comfortable high with lust, adrenaline and hormones.

“oh, god..” he says through gritted teeth as he watches you lower yourself down on him. you shakily pant, planting your hands firmly on his stomach to steady yourself.

“how do you feel?”

“strange. weird. but so fucking good. it's so amazing. i'm so.. it's so–” he digs his nails into your skin as you slowly bounce on him. 

“feels good.” you moan. seungmin can't speak, only nod his head as he leans in. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your back firmly as you bounce on him at a steady pace.

he doesn't know what to do nor does he know what he is doing. his body is on autopilot, doing what he thinks and feels is best. his teeth sinking into the skin of your neck, lips trailing to your shoulder blade where he bites. 

a string of moans and fucks leave his lips unwillingly. his voice increasing and decreasing. sometimes he is loud, moaning and groaning and not caring about the neighbours. other times, he is soft and whimpering, whispering your name over and over again.

he doesn't know what he is doing, that part is true. he doesn't recognise himself, the pleasure taking over his mind and body to the point where it feels like it isn't him anymore. 

“god yn. so good, you feel so good. oh fuck me, please.” he begs. you hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you use your thighs to bounce faster. you kick your head back to expose your neck as you moan his name, seungmin taking full advantage of your exposed neck to kiss, lick and suck the skin.

moans and groans combined into one. seungmin's body shaking as the pit of his stomach burns. it's tight, his balls hurt and his cock twitches inside you.

“yn–”

“m-mhm?” you look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossy. he's close to tears as he whimpers.

“hurts. close. fuck.”

“it's–it's ok. listen to your body baby.” 

“what about you?”

“don't worry about me. it's all about you tonight baby.”

sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade, you give one finally bounce and seungmin is a sobbing, whimpering mess. he holds you close to his sweaty body, the heat from you both making you feel lightheaded. his muscles spasm as he empties into the condom, nothing but soft whispers of your name ringing over and over again in your ears.

once calm, you lift yourself up and off seungmin. he takes the condom off, tying it and discarding it in the trash before pinning you down on the mattress by surprise. your eyes widen before you swallow thickly. 

something about him has changed, like a switch has been flipped suddenly. his eyes hold nothing but pure hunger for you, his cock failed to calm down. his body is buzzing and mind mushy. he's not thinking straight anymore, his actions being driven by the pure hunger he is feeling.

“s-seungmin?” you stutter. he licks his lips as he grabs another condom, rolling it on his length before teasing your entrance with his tip by rubbing it. you whimper as you watch him.

“more. i need more of you.” you both groan in unison, your body arching up off the bed as he slowly pushes his length inside. he wastes no time in thrusting. his cock stroking and caressing your insides. you grip onto the sheets, watching seungmin lose control of himself. 

“sorry. i'm so sorry. i can't stop. so hungry. more, i need so much more. please yn, please give it to me.”

you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to you. he pants heavily against your lips as you smirk and wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close.

“then don't stop. we have all night, so feel free to indulge.”

note: inspiration for this mess 😃 so uh, yeah. idk what else to say because my brain is mush rn. oh! i have also been working on a lil something so keep your eyes peeled for that! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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[zairene]

misc. katsuki bakugou boyfriend headcanons <3

warnings: none but fluff + probably light cursing in dialogue bc bakugou has the mouth of a sailor !

author’s note: i kinda wanna write for katsuki more … maybe. + plus i don’t think the last one is exactly a boyfriend headcanon it’s more of a characteristic headcanon but it mentions you so !

absolutely hates PDA (aka public display of affection.) it would probably take a million dollars to convince him to maybe hold your hand in public. it’s not like he’s embarrassed of you or doesn’t like showing you off. actually, it’s the complete opposite. however, the first time he did you could not even explain the absolute ridicule he got from kaminari, kirishima, and sero. they weren’t teasing him in necessarily a bad way, but just know that they have memes and pictures about “lover boy bakugou” in their camera roll waiting to be sent to the class group chat whenever he decides to act out with them. probably why he holds his tongue more around them now.

he cooks to calm his nerves. whenever he’s in a salty mode and doesn’t wanna use his words to handle it, that’s his solution other than probably going to the gym or training. and if he decides to have a tiktok, his for you page is probably full of cooking recipe videos just so he can learn new things to cook for you. and honestly, he’s good at it! whenever you try it, you’ll see a slight smirk on his face when you tell him you like it. “katsuki, oh my gosh—this is super good!” “hah, damn right it is.” (don’t mind the cockiness, it’s who he is. that’s his way of saying thank you.)

now bakugou may be great at a lot of things, whether it be academically or physically. but he is not a social person. now he’s polite to an extent, and polite for bakugou is limited curse words (or none, depending on the age of the person) and a lack of words in his speech. you could be one of the most extroverted people in the world and always drag him to parties or outings, and you’re always having to force him to talk to people because he CANNOT just sit in the corner and sulk the entire time. plus, he tolerates and loves you so he’ll do it just for you to be happy.

bakugou’s daily routine is awfully simple. wake up at 6:00 AM on the dot, cook and eat some breakfast, go to school (when it’s that time of the year) work out / spar with his friends, spend time with you, and sleep. he does nothing else. it’s like autopilot, everything falls in line every day until some type of event ruins it and it puts him completely off every time. it sort of aggravates him, especially when he has to do it and has no choice. bakugou likes his daily routine a certain way and despises it when it changes. every single time he has something to do, it either takes time off of his sleep or time to spend with you (and he likes doing both so it irks him every single time.)

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[severelystrangewriter]

Text Messages (Flufftober 2023 Day 9)

Pairing: kenma kozume x female reader

WC: 909

Warnings: a little cursing

Summary: a wrong number situation leads you to become friends with kenma

Note: i literally had NO clue what to do for this one, but i think i'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out

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It was late at night and Kenma was in the middle of a somewhat boring video game when his phone dinged, alerting him of a message. He paused to check, figuring it was Kuroo, but furrowed his brows at the unknown number. He read the message curiously and there was a picture attached.

Unknown: I completed the cosplay! How do I look? :)

Kenma blinked in surprise at the picture you sent. You looked good, really good. You were dressed in a sailor moon cosplay. Your makeup was perfect and your outfit looked like it was taken straight from the anime.

There was only one teensy problem.

He had no clue who the hell you were.

Kenma: the cosplay looks great, but um… do i know u?

Unknown: It’s (Y/n)? Who is this?

Kenma: my name is kenma 

He sent a selfie as proof. 

(Y/n): …

(Y/n): Well that’s embarrassing. I guess I put in the wrong number

Kenma: sorry

He expected the conversation to be over with. But you surprised him when you sent another message.

(Y/n): Weird question, wanna still chat? I’m bored >~<

He blinked twice, then hummed in thought before typing out his reply.

Kenma: i don’t see why not

Over time, texting you became a daily occurrence. You both talked about anything and everything- your lives, your dreams, games, all of it. You sent each other memes and pictures of cats and he found himself looking forward to your messages.

He found out you were a second-year like him, and you went to Karasuno. In fact, you were involved as a manager of the boys’ volleyball team. He told you he was a setter for Nekoma and you thought that was pretty cool, even joking that maybe one day your teams will play against each other.

“Hey, can I borrow your phone? Mine’s dead,” Kuroo said one day before practice.

“Yeah sure,” Kenma handed over his phone and continued playing his nintendo.

Kuroo thanked him and it fell silent as he sent the text to his mom telling him to use Kenma’s phone to get ahold of him. As he waited for a response, Kenma’s phone dinged and a notification popped up that caused Kuroo to furrow his brows.

“Who’s (Y/n)?”

Kenma nearly dropped his nintendo upon hearing your name. With eyes wide, he reached over to snatch the phone back, but Kuroo was too quick and moved away from his friend. He hadn’t told Kuroo about you for the very specific reason of not wanting to be teased.

“Hey she’s pretty cute,” He commented, clicking the picture you sent.

“Give that back!” Kenma shouted.

Not expecting such a visceral reaction out of his friend, Kuroo connected the dots rather quickly, “Oh my god, do you have a secret girlfriend?”

This caught the rest of the team’s attention rather quickly. And they watched as Kenma struggled with Kuroo over the cell. Kenma’s face grew hot at the accusation.

“N-no! It’s not like that!” He vehemently denied.

“Why are you getting so defensive then?” Kuroo asked with a teasing smirk, “You like her~!”

“I never thought I’d see the day when Kenma Kozume has a crush!” Yaku called out.

“Shut up!” Kenma hissed, finally succeeding in taking the phone back.

His cheeks continued to burn when he saw the picture: it was just you showing off your makeup but you looked so cute as always that it made his heart skip a beat.

“Woah dude, your girlfriend’s hot,” Yamamoto commented, looking over his short friend’s shoulder.

“It’s not like that!” Kenma repeated, clutching the phone to his chest to hide it.

“You mean she’s single?” Yamamoto asked with a hopeful tone.

Kenma glared at his teammate, who shrunk away from the harsh look.

“Nevermind.”

Just then, Coach Nekomata was calling for their attention, telling them that the practice was starting.

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(Y/n): ARE YOU GONNA BE AT THE CAMP

Kenma: why are you yelling

(Y/n): BECAUSE I’M EXCTIED

(Y/n): *ECXITED

Kenma: you still spelled it wrong

(Y/n): FUCK

You sent several crying emojis and he smiled at your overdramatic response.

Kenma: to answer your previous question, yeah i’ll be there :)

Kenma: we’re on our way now

(Y/n): YAY

Kenma chuckled and continued to text you.

“Let me guess, your precious (Y/n)?” Kuroo’s teasing voice brought Kenma out of his thoughts as he was nudged lightly by his friend.

Kenma rolled his eyes, but he nodded anyway, “Uh-huh.”

“So when are we going to get to meet her?” Kuroo questioned.

“She’s going to be at the practice game,” Kenma explained quietly, “She’s one of their managers.”

“Really?” Kuroo’s eyes lit up, “You must be excited then.”

Kenma bit his lip and looked out the window to avoid his friend’s gaze. He had to admit that he was pretty excited, but he was also getting nervous. It would be the first time he would be seeing you in person, and the thought was nerve-wracking. Would you guys click like you do through a screen? What would happen if you didn’t? Would you stop talking to him?

Kuroo picked up on Kenma’s growing stress.

“Relax, it’ll be fun,” He ruffled Kenma’s hair affectionately, ultimately putting a stop to all the worrying thoughts.

“Yeah,” Kenma agreed in that soft tone of his.

He continued to gaze out the window, wondering about you. And he wondered if you were thinking about him too.