#does this count as kitty baby au???

[emmyrosee]

Don’t know if you’re taking request, but imagine modern college au where Toji has baby Megumi (the mother isn’t in their life) and reader, his girlfriend, have class together but has to bring Megumi along cause he has no babysitter or they cancelled, so while sitting on the back seat of the class, Megumi is playing with you hair for attention and so you pick him up and hold him and Megumi kicks his legs happy while he draws you all, as a big happy family UGH

IM GOINF TO DIEEEEEE THIS IS SO PRECIOUS AUGH

And secretly, you’re kind of glad when Megumi’s babysitter cancels, because the little boy is so sweet and so well behaved it’s like he’s not even there anyways, and yet you still adore spending time with him. So when Toji knocks on your door to pick you up, and there’s a tiny Megumi in his arms, he rolls his eyes as you squeal and take Megumi into your own arms, who instinctively wraps his around you.

“Yeah, hug him before me, how nice of ya,” he scoffs, but he smiles as you press a loving kiss to his lips.

“Not his fault I like him more than you,” you coo.

He snorts and grabs your book bag from the ground, carrying it as you make baby small talk with Megumi- what he colored the other day, the pretty kitty he saw on the walk to you, and the new highest number he learned to count to; which, he eagerly displays as you conclude your walk to class.

“You’re so smart, megumi!” You praise, nuzzling his nose with yours while Toji holds the door open for you both. You’re quick to make your way to the back, plopping down on the double table. “Baby, hold megumi for a sec?” You ask, and when Toji takes Megumi back into his arms, you take off your hoodie to lay it on the ground as a slight cushion. “There. Come get comfy Megumi!”

The small boy is let out of his father’s hold and makes his way to the hoodie, sitting down quietly before blinking his big eyes at you and Toji.

“I got your coloring books hold on,” Toji says, taking his own seat as he opens his bag. He pulls out a box of crayons, slightly worn from use, and a big coloring book, filled with dragons and knights for him to fill in. Megumi’s eyes light up as his father passes him the book, and he immediately goes to work.

The class starts like normal. No one says much about Megumi being there, an occasional smile or gesture for a high five from the small boy, but no one bats a negative eye. Megumi’s small but quiet, he’s a good kid who plays with his own toys and sits in place. No one really minds his company- especially not you.

Professor drones on for hours, talking about something you can’t pay attention to- you’re too busy playing with Megumi’s hair, carding the black locks and smiling down at him as he nuzzles into your touch. You’ll get the notes from toji later. You’ve got more important things to take care of.

It isn’t until megumi uncharacteristically stands up with a few crayons in his hand and reaches a hand up to stroke your head, smoothing down any hairs. You turn to him with a smile, patting your lap for him to crawl into, which he does eagerly. You flip your notebook to a random blank sheet- definitely making a note to get a rundown from Toji later- and let him color anything his heart desires. You bury your face into his tiny head of hair and gently rock both of you back and forth, only to smile when you feel Toji’s big, warm hand lay on your back, thumb smoothing up and down your spine. Megumi’s legs dangle and swing happily as he colors, occasionally humming in thought quietly.

The professor finally, after two hours, concluded his lesson, bidding you all farewell and dismissing the class. You stretch and take a peek over to Toji’s messy notes, and you chuckle and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Pay extra close attention so you could teach me, huh?”

He snorts and turns his head to kiss your lips, “you had the kid, I knew your ass wasn’t going to pay attention. Besides- I can always tutor you later,” he chuckles.

You swat his chest with a laugh before turning back to Megumi, “what did you draw, lovey? Can we see?”

You see Megumi ponder for a moment, eyes looking down in thought before he looks up at you and nods quietly. When you open your notebook again, you nearly cry from the drawing.

It’s the three of you- toji drawn as a big square, you, a triangle, and Megumi a small circle. The two of them have dark scribbles to represent their hair, but Megumi took the liberty of being extra careful coloring your hair, making it look nice and pretty. You’re all encapsulated in a big, pink, messy heart that almost fills up the entire page.

“Who’s that?” Toji asks, pointing at a small circle between you and Megumi.

“Mr. Moo,” he says simply, referring to his tiny stuffed cow he sleeps with at night. Toji hums in acknowledgment, but you’re too busy burying your face against Megumi’s, kissing his tiny cheeks and squishing him close. He wraps his arms around you, merely out of instinct.

“Can I have it, Megumi?” You ask, and when the small boy nods, toji scoffs in offense.

“Hey. You got the last one- this one’s mine!” He argues.

“Uhhh, actually, you get Megumi all the time, so I call dibs on all his drawings,” you say back. “It’s a fair trade.”

“I’ll show you a fair trade,” he grumbles, but he leans down to pick up your bag all the same. “Come on. I need a coffee.”

“C’n I have donut?” Megumi asks.

“Why not?” Toji shrugs. “You were good today.”

“He’s good every day,” you hum happily.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live ! stream: 8

Genre: camboy au, college au, smut, crack, ongoing series

Paring: : camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, forced concentration (is that a thing lol?) anyway he’s forced to read little red riding hood whilst given a hand job lmfaoo, blowjob, riding, use of petnames puppy, baby, creampie, degrading, edging, nipple clamps, nipple play, cockwarming

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he goes to the same uni as you, is even in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 4.3k

“Go on. Keep reading, puppy.”

You watched beomgyu in amusement as he struggled to focus, the hand that held his phone trembling as he tried to read aloud the text on the screen but failing to do so with the way your hand pumped his cock.

You had told beomgyu if he was able to focus and read the passage of text until the end, then he’d be able to cum, but so far it was beginning to seem like a very challenging task for him.

Beomgyu sat on the edge of the bed, bathed in the soft glow of his fairy lights strung across his bed frame, the pink and white stripes of his signature thigh-highs adorning his legs, and his hello kitty belly button piercing gleaming in the dim light of the room. You were perched beside him, your hand leisurely wrapped around his cock, moving with a deliberate slowness that made his breath hitch every few seconds.

"Once upon a time," Beomgyu tries again, but his voice wavers as your thumb brushes over his sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that gathered there. "There...there was a girl with a red cloak..."

You quicken the pace on his cock, hand still jerking him off and moving up and down on his length, hearing the sounds of tips flowing in from the stream.

Beomgyu bites his lip, his breath ragged. "A-as she was going through the w-woods, she met -ah- a wolf..." He stutters, his voice cracking with each stroke of your hand. He tries to focus, but every touch, every twist of your wrist, sends him spiraling. He’s fighting a losing battle, and you can see it in the way his eyes glaze over, unable to stay on the text.

He was so pretty like this, you thought. His skin was even more flushed than usual, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. The way his lips quivered, the soft whimpers that escaped his mouth—it was mesmerising. Beomgyu’s long lashes fluttered as he struggled to maintain control, his body betraying him with every movement of your hand on his cock.

@luvsubbyboys333: he looks so cute trying to concentrate! >_<

@angelsno1fan: he can't even finish a sentence haha aww

@live4angel: mess with him even more!

You can’t help but grin at the flood of comments, agreeing with them. He does look very cute when he's trying to focus. You're surprised he's even lasted this long and not made a fit about it. He gets so dumb and lost in pleasure whenever you touch him, you're quite amazed he hasn't even completely abandoned reading yet.

"Keep going, angel.” You coax, voice low and teasing as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock again, leaning in to nibble at the shell of his cute pink ear, breath warm against his skin, drawing out another helpless shiver and whimper from him.

To be honest, you’re a little disappointed. You had expected him to crumble and give up within seconds, looking at you with his sorrowful puppy eyes so you feel sorry for him and decide to call it quits. You liked seeing beomgyu plead and struggle and whilst it was clear he was struggling to focus with you jerking him off, it wasn’t quite enough. You wanted to see him become a desperate, needy mess for you and watch him beg. You weren’t satisfied yet and you knew the viewers weren’t either.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you lean down and get on your knees in front of him, spreading his legs and positioning your head between them. His breath hitches and he gasps, eyes widening, realising what you had in store for him and knowing he wouldn’t be able to last at all. He was such a sucker for whenever you sucked him off, losing himself entirely, his mind going blissfully blank. You’d made him go cross-eyed more times than you could count.

When you finally take him into your mouth, Beomgyu’s back arches off the bed almost instantly, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hands flying to the sheets, gripping them tightly as he tries to keep reading, but the words were lost on his tongue.

He tries, valiantly, to continue, but every word that left his lips are punctuated by stuttered breaths and choked moans, tumbling out in a messy, incoherent stream. "W-what big teeth you have said—oh god—little red riding hood. She..was...was…" His grip on the phone tightens, knuckles white. Beomgyu chokes on his breath as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper. “The wolf—oh—said—f-fuck…”

You bob your head back and forth on his cock continuously, occasionally flicking your tongue over his sensitive tip and also the veins on the side, one hand gripping the flesh of his thighs and the other stroking the base of his dick and fondling with his nearly swollen balls, making him desperately moan even more.

Beomgyu’s attempts to keep reading are laughably futile by now, passage long forgotten as his eyes flutter shut, brows knitted cutely and his mouth hanging wide open, words dissolved into a chorus of moans and desperate little noises that drive the chat and yourself wild. His hand reaches out blindly, grasping at the air before settling on your hair, tangling his fingers trying to hold on to some semblance of control.

Beomgyu’s gaze is constantly flickering between the screen on his phone and also you, torn between the words he’s supposed to be reading and the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his cock. But he can’t even pretend to focus when the only thing on his mind is the way you look, sucking him off and looking up at him and the way your wet and warm mouth feels.

“You’re so pretty... so fucking prettyyyy,” Beomgyu whines needily, looking down at you with half lidded eyes, pitiful sounds escaping him. He can’t help it.

For some reason it makes your heart flutter. He barely manages to say anything whenever you fuck him, either whining or moaning and you’ve never heard him say anything like that to you before. But he’s just so out of it, he’s saying anything.

Ah, please...can’t read anymore.” Beomgyu whimpers and pleads at you, pouting.

@313angelluvr: Look at him, so pretty and hot 💓💓

@dom_23: Make him read it all, don't let him stop!

The rest of the viewers seem to agree, spamming the chat with similar demands.

You grin, taking a moment to glance at the screen. "They want you to keep going, baby. You can't stop now."

Beomgyu let’s out a slightly bratty, frustrated whine, furrowing his brows and bottom lip jutting out, but he reluctantly goes back to looking at the passage on his phone and trying to continue. You quicken your pace just to tease him more. You know he’s be on the edge any second.

“I’m gonna—oh god, I can’t—please, I need to cum,” he babbles, his voice high and strained and worried. “I can’t finish! I can’t focus! I’m gonna—”

But you pull back just before he cums, pulling off him with soft, wet pop and beomgyu lets out a pained, frustrated cry, his hips jerking up into the air in a desperate attempt to chase the sensation. You glance up at him, his flushed face, his half-lidded eyes glassy with tears of frustration, his lips parted as he gasps for breath. It’s a sight that sends a thrill through you.

You wrap your lips around his pretty cock again, starting all over and he attempts to read aloud again, hiccuping and lips trembling forever in a pout and sulky, still remnants of tears in his brown eyes. What a poor baby.

Soon enough, he’s pleading again, practically crying. “F-fuck-” His eyes roll back. “I-I really can’t pleaseee-”

"Yes you can," you murmur, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze and stroke his thigh softly. "Don’t disappoint your fans. You’re doing so well, puppy.” He only a had a few sentences left until he was done. Beomgyu looks down at you and nods, trying to comply.

At last, after the last few painfully anticipated minutes of waiting for him to say out loud the last sentence of which he struggled greatly with, he was done with the passage on his phone.

"Does our Angel want to cum?" His eyes snap open, wide and pleading, and he nods frantically.

Finally, you take pity on him, increasing the speed of you sucking and stroking him. Beomgyu’s cries reach a fever pitch, his body shaking on the brink. Reaching one hand up his tummy and waist to brush over his nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between your fingers, beomgyu lets out a strangled moan, his voice high and needy and it tips him over the edge completely. You pop off him, watching him toss his head back and make a pretty mess all on himself, cumming so much, thick ropes of white all on his tummy and thighs,completely milking him.

The chat explodes with praise and tips but beomgyu barely registers anything, panting deliriously and chest heaving as he comes down from his high as you switch the stream off.

"You did so good," you murmur, leaning in to brush a kiss against his sweat-dampened forehead. Beomgyu clings to you, moaning in response, his hands roaming over your body as if he can’t get enough. His lips find yours, pressing against them with a fervor that catches you off guard. For a moment, you lose yourself in his pretty lips and the insistent way his fingers dig into your skin, but then you pull away, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you glance at the time on your phone. "I’ve got to go," you say, smoothing down your clothes.

Beomgyu’s expression falters when you pull away from him, frowning. “Why…?"

“I’m just meeting up with a friend soon.” You shrug.

“Who?” Beomgyu’s brows knit together in confusion.

“Just this guy I met in the music practice rooms.” You don’t know why you have to explain who you’re meeting up with to beomgyu.

“Oh, cool. Have fun.” You can’t help but notice the subtle tightening of his jaw when you say that. Or maybe you’re looking too much into it.

You nod, though there’s a strange heaviness settling in your chest. It’s not like you and Beomgyu are together, you’re only fucking him for money. But for some reason you feel guilty and you don’t know why.

It seemed that haechan was always in the music practice rooms whenever you were, bumping into him and his cello more often times than not. Your paths crossed so often in the halls of the music rooms that small talk had become a routine—casual chats about classes, music, and the occasional complaint about assignments. Eventually, the idea of grabbing coffee together seemed like a natural progression, so here you were, seated in a cozy little café near campus, getting to know each other better.

You didn’t mind haechan’s presence and you were happy to have made another friend, though he seemed quite reserved sometimes, there was a lot more to learn about him.

Haechan stirred his cappuccino thoughtfully before speaking, “So, you study music, right?”

“Yep.” You nod enthusiastically, taking a sip of your own drink.

Haechan nods and smiles, raising a brow. “Well, what do you want to do with it?”

The dreaded question. You sigh and lean back in your chair, considering his question. “Probably go into teaching. I’ve always wanted to be a composer, but I doubt that would happen.” You reply and shrug. You notice his cello case propped up beside his chair and you nod at it. “You’re really dedicated, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your cello. Why don't you study music?”

He chuckles softly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he lifts his cup to his lips. "I thought about it but my career options were better without it. It's more of a hobby. I study Business."

“But why did you quit the orchestra? I’ve heard you play—you’re really talented.” You ask him.

“I prefer playing alone.” Haechan shifts slightly uncomfortably in his seat. There's a moment of silence before he asks. “I've seen you hanging a lot with beomgyu. Are you dating him? Because, you know, he's got quite the reputation. Everyone knows he’s a fuckboy. You wouldn’t really want to date him.”

“What? No! We’re just friends.” A flash of irritation spikes through you. “And those are just rumors,” you insist, more defensively than you intended. “Someone started them, but it’s not true. He really isn’t like that at all.”

It really did frustrate you now every time you’d hear people whispering and talking about beomgyu on campus and in class, calling him a sleazy man whore and a slut and making up so much bullshit about him to entertain each other. You admit, you were one of those people before, thinking he was a fuckboy, but as you had grown closer and closer to beomgyu, you’d got to learn he was many things and so much more than what people liked to think he is. And you were surprised Haechan was quick to judge him too. It didn’t seem like his character.

“Yeah. He’s really not what people say. He’s sweet and funny and a good friend.” You don’t know why you felt the need to defend beomgyu so much to him.

For a moment, Haechan just watches you, his expression unreadable. Then, he lifts his coffee cup and sips again, “If you say so,” he murmurs.

The original plan was for you, taehyun, kai and beomgyu to bake cookies together. But with taehyun and kai suddenly swamped with studying for an upcoming exam, it was just you and beomgyu left to tacke it alone, the ones not so particularly skilled at baking, or mostly anything in the kitchen. You had initially intended to just watch taehyun handle the actual baking since he was really the only one who was good at it, while you all snuck tastes of the cookie dough when he wasn’t looking. Now, you were realising just how much you and beomgyu were in over your heads.

“Alright, so we need eggs, flour, sugar, bicarbonate soda…” Beomgyu reads from the recipe taehyun had scrawled on a piece of paper for you both, his voice filled with feigned confidence as he rummages through the cabinets and sets the ingredients on the counter. His brows furrow in concentration, and you can't help but think it was funny and also endearing at how serious he seemed.

"Okay, 120 grams of sugar.” Beomgyu reads, he glances up, expecting you to take action.

You fold your arms, narrowing your eyes, not really liking how he’s just ordering you to do it all. “Have you ever even made cookies before?”

Beomgyu puffs his chest out dramatically, as if wounded by your question. “Of course I have! Once for Mother’s Day... With my older brother... Years ago.” His voice trails off sheepishly. “Okay, maybe I watched him do it. But still.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, arms still crossed and standing.

Beomgyu grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief, shrugging. “Okay but how hard can it be? We just follow the recipe.”

Famous last words, you think, but you’re too amused by his enthusiasm to protest. You begin measuring out ingredients, and it doesn’t take long for chaos to arise. Beomgyu somehow manages to crack an egg with a little too much enthusiasm, splattering egg white all over the counter—and himself. It really was quite challenging following out a recipe.

You’re not entirely sure who initiated it, probably beomgyu, but a flour fight ensues as well, both of you laughing and running around the the mess of a kitchen, throwing fist balls of flour at each other.

He finally corners you against the counter, his arms around your waist as he looks into your eyes, not entirely sure if your heart was beating so fast because of how much running you’ve done or something else. “Okay, truce?” Beomgyu asks, a stupid grin tugging at his lips, softly brushing a strand of hair out your face with his flour covered hand, eyes gazing at you and down at your lips.

But you grab the bag of flour and throw it at his face one more time, making an escape.

“Hey!” He shouts after you.

You both erupt into giggles, covered head to toe in flour by the end, and it’s in that moment, as you’re doubled over with laughter together, that you feel a warm flutter in your chest. Beomgyu’s smile is so wide, one of his cheeks dimpled and his eyes crinkling at the corners, giving him whiskers.

“We seriously suck at this,” you snort, wiping flour from your face. “Taehyun is going to be so disappointed in us.”

“Let’s call him,” Beomgyu suggests, fishing his phone out of his floury pocket and facetiming taehyun. When taehyun’s face appears on screen, he takes one look at you both and groans.

“What the hell did you guys do?!!” Taehyun asks, exasperated but clearly amused. Behind him, huening kai is already screeching and dying in laughter.

“We’re baking, obviously,” Beomgyu says, turning the phone to show the mess on the counter and the bowl.

“Did you even follow the recipe?!” Taehyun sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as huening kai still giggles behind, tears in his eyes.

Beomgyu glances at the half-folded piece of paper on the counter, now smeared with butter and flour. “...Sort of?”

With Taehyun’s guidance, you somehow manage to salvage the cookie dough and get it onto the baking sheet. Beomgyu proudly shapes a few into misshapen bears, placing them on the tray with a flourish.

The cookies go into the oven, and finally you think you might be at peace, but it’s not long before, the overly sensitive fire alarm goes off, blaring loudly enough to make you both jump, sending you and beomgyu scrambling to open windows and fan the smoke with kitchen towels.

It doesn’t switch off unfortunately, and the entire building filled with college students, are forced to exit and line up outside.

“This is so embarrassing.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands as the two of you stand outside with the rest of the students, most of whom are looking annoyed or confused, grumbling about the alarm and how cold it was.

Beomgyu just laughs, sheepishly. “Clearly, baking is not our thing. Maybe we should just stick to streaming together.”

Once the all-clear is given and you’re allowed back inside, you return to find that your cookies, while not burnt to a crisp, are definitely on the overdone side. Beomgyu decides to make the best of it and carefully decorates them with icing and sprinkles, turning them into cute little bears, managing to make them look halfway decent despite their rock hard texture.

“You know what? They may be inedible, but they’re still cute,” you say, holding up your bear shaped cookie you had bitten.

Beomgyu smirks at his handiwork, a very proud look on his face as he waits for you to praise him even more.

“They’re like… really cute bricks.” You laugh, and beomgyu joins in, leaning his forehead against yours as you both dissolve into giggles.

“Maybe we can redeem ourselves on camera?” Beomgyu suggests.

Beomgyu whines underneath you, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back on the pillow, grip on your hips so tight as you continued to slide your pussy against his wet dick despite his constant pleas of actually letting him inside.

He was also wearing the pink nipple clamps, you both had newly attained with the money from the streams, his cute nipples extra flushed and perky and even more sensitive than they usually were, making touching and teasing and licking them even more entertaining than it usually was, body squirming and him moaning even prettier every time you did. The added sensation of you sliding against him and ministrations on his nipples, too much, but also not enough for him and he carried on crying and whining about it.

The viewers had also commented for you to actually just fuck him too since this had been going on for quite a long time now, beomgyu’s face dumb and fucked out, the slickness of both his precum and your wetness sliding together on him, making him go even more crazy.

“Please…even the viewers want you too…” Beomgyu pouts and whines at you, bringing his hand to reach at your wrist, pleadingly and hold onto you, but you pin his wrists down against the mattress, keeping him firmly in place. You roll your hips on him even more, bringing your mouth to his nipples to swirl at them, making him jolt and a strangled cry coming out of him. His tummy heaves intensely, watching his belly piercing go up and down as well.

“Hmm. Not yet, pretty boy. You’re so cute like this.”

He shivers, eyes fluttering shut as he bites down on his lip, trying to keep his composure. But every slow roll of your hips has him unraveling, the sweet agony of being so close yet so far from what he truly wants. “Just let me inside! Please! I just want to feel you, please, pleasee. Just wanna feel you.”

“Fine.”

He’s surprised you give in so easily, but he doesn’t seem to care all that much when you finally line up his dick with your pussy and sink slowly down on him. The feeling of your warm tight pussy making him go cross eyed for a second as he groans, mouth hung open in a sustained ‘o’ shape.

“Oh…t-thank you, thank you.” The look on his face is pure bliss, brows furrowed together.

“You can’t move.” You tell him.

“W-what?”

“You can’t move yet.” You reiterate again, leaning down to play with one of his nipples and lick at the other in the pink clamps, ghosting over it with your teeth, lightly biting at his swollen nipple, just enough to send him reeling.

“B-but!—” His back arches and he tries not to moan, but his protest his cut short.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You grin, looking down at his cute confused expression.

“No!”

But he knows there’s not much else he can do, having to lie underneath you, dick twitching inside your pussy, aching to move his hips as you carried on teasing his tits and also kissing his neck, body trembling with the effort to obey as he practically sobs. This was torture for him.

You clamp your pussy tightly around him, just to be a bit evil, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his lips. “Please, please—can’t take it. Need it so badd. Might die.” He gasps, the words tearing from his throat as his hips jerk slightly. The way he’s clenching his jaw, trying so hard to hold back, makes something in you soften, just a bit.

He’s a gorgeous wreck, flushed and panting, his entire being consumed by the need to move. His eyes are squeezed shut, thick lashes clumped and wet with unshed tears of desperation. He’s mumbling incoherently, words blending into a string of pleas and whimpers, each one more desperate than the last.

You press a kiss to his parted lips, swallowing his next moan as you finally, finally give in and begin to move, rocking your hips against his. The relief on his face is immediate. “Thank you.” Beomgyu breathes out, his voice cracking as he starts wildly and desperately thrusting up to meet you, unable to hold back any longer. “God, thank you, thank you…”

You begin to fuck him at an unrelenting pace immediately, bouncing on his cock up and down that your pussy smacks with his balls every time you sink back down, stickiness and skin slapping noises so lewd around the room and heard very clearly by your viewers in the stream too, which both of you had mostly forgotten by now. Beomgyu can’t contain his moans at all, strings and series of loud and high pitched whines and moans leaving his mouth one after the other, seemingly getting louder every second. His hands, still pinned by yours, flex and curl, fingers itching to touch you, so you let go of them and he tightly grabs hold of your hand.

When he finally cums, it’s with a choked off scream, his whole body shuddering as he spills so much into you, that you can practically see the creamy ring between you both, yet to pull out, his grip on your hand tightening until his knuckles turn white, throwing one arm over his head. He’s still babbling, words slurring together in the haze of his orgasm, mixed in with thank yous and breathless gasps of relief.

After the stream, beomgyu looks at you rather hesitantly, as if he has something he’s itching to say to you.

“So um…you know that famous camgirl, Winter01?”

“Yeah…?” You say, unsure of where this was going. You were aware of Winter, she was a very famous camgirl within the community, one of the most popular and big ones, always gaining so many views whenever she went live.

“Well, um…she messaged me privately and asked if we were together and I said no, so she asked if only me and her could film something together since she said she sees we’ve been been getting a lot of views ourselves lately. And she said that if we collaborated together, it could do really well…” Beomgyu plays with his fingers, waiting for you to say something.

“Oh. Just you?” Beomgyu nods.

“And you’re thinking of doing it?” You don’t why something weird pools in your stomach.

“W-well, if I do, then it would be good because more people will find our account as well by doing this because she’s so big. And we’ll make a lot of money out of it…” Beomgyu looks down, not meeting your gaze.

“Well, it’s up to you if you want to.” You shrug, trying to maintain a very nonchalant expression. Although the idea of beomgyu streaming with someone else and not you makes you feel unexplainably horrible.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs ☹️👎🤨. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: I finally wrote for this series after over a year !! Everyone applause me 😭 I’m really sorry if this was just horribly written, I haven’t written for this series in a really long time and it took me so long to try and gain some motivation to so I’m very sorry if it’s disappointing 😭 also the taglist is old and if you wish to be taken out or added, please lmk ! ALSO LMAO DONT ASK WHY HES READING LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. LET IT BE PLEASE I DIED MYSELF 😭😭 this is also not proofread

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[wonryllis]

ᨓ ENHYPEN FINDING YOUR WRITING ACCOUNT OF THEM.

. . ──𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽.

﹙ 𝒘𝐞𝐛 ⭑ 𝒅𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝓁𝓈. ﹚ enhypen discovering your top secret. fem!r. fluff, crack maybe a bit requested. wordcount` 664. アーカイブ ARCHIVE?

𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 he would be so giddy, and embarrassed and shy to find out that you write about him, boy is too flustered about the fact that you make fan content to even question anything else. it'd take a few days for him to let it all settle into his mind and then oh my god it's hell, he'll look up your account secretly even though you told him not to and then he'll keep saying random things he picked from you pieces to tease you. "my pretty doll, i will burn the world to save you"

𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he is so so so sooooo embarrassed like he'll forget whatever he was up to when you accidentally let it spill that your latest post of him was doing so well. he will simply ask if you write about him and when you hesitantly admit it he'll be like okay great i hope you account does well??? he loves being the one you write for but he doesn't want to embarrass you by speaking any more of it. although from time to time he will ask for some updates on how it's been going.

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 he is so happy you don't understand the level at which he is like platinum gem rank happy. he'll immediately sit with you beg you to show him your account and let him read through the fics, even the other members' he's just so curious he can't sit still. he'll read one with like heeseung as a secret agent and then tell you he would have been a better suit for it. then he'll read a spiderman one you wrote for him and then ask you if you wanna try the upside down kiss.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 he stopped working, system crashed. unable to believe for days that you got a fan account about him and on top of that you write things about him. thinks he's dreaming until you speak of it again and he's like you weren't joking?? will ask you things about it like what you write and how it works, if people like his fics and what aus you write him in and why you think of him as fitting for an au. a literal question bank, will inquire about every little detail but never look it up himself.

𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 he's like in disbelief but like in a happy really elated way so excited to see you account, your aesthetic, your follower count, your writing style. just about everything and he's so supportive like you go girl, he'll also most probably make an account himself and follow you. commenting on each fic and sending asks like 'guess who baby (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)' he will also look through other accounts to come up with better advice to grow you space. will save the pieces you write about him to reread.

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 the happiest kitty in the world, will leave everything literally drop it the second you tell him you got a writing account of him whether it's accidental or intentional. ask you the username and read all of your pieces about him in one sitting. definitely will get jealous to see others you wrote for and more if you someone else has more fics than him. will immediately give you new ideas like plan out a whole plot and then tell you, it's about him and you in an alternate universe so you need to write it.

𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 he is immediately teasing you to cover up the embarrassment he feels, like an internal struggle of why should he be the one embarrassed when you are the one who write fanfiction about him. will take your phone from you open your account and read it aloud, though halfway in he'll genuinely get invested especially if it's a social media au, going 'm not like that!' every chapter and when he's caught up to the latest one, he'll bug you to reveal what happens next, after all it's his story!

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[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Guess

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Pairing/AU: soft boyfriend!Joel Miller x AFAB!reader, no outbreak

Words count: 1775

Warning: +18, minors please don’t interact! Basically PwP (or very little one lol), established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pussy pronouns, sex in a public space, sex in a restroom, drinking (very little), reader has breasts and pussy and wears a dress, other than that no other description is given, Joel is soft, reader is so eager and they are stupidly in love, pet names (baby, kitty, kitten), written listening to “Guess” by Charli xcx featuring Billie Eilish.

I wrote it furiously and impulsively, no proofreading and no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes 💀 English is not my first language so please, be kind.

Thank you so much to anyone who will read this ❤️

This little game between you and Joel is taking place again tonight.

You dressed super secretive in your bathroom and he took you out to dinner.

Now you’re in a pretty crowded place, enjoying a meal together and looking at each other like you’re starving for a decade.

It’s just like that, between the two of you.

He’s right next to you on a little padded bench at a secluded table and won't stop whispering in your ear feigning total indifference as if he were talking about the weather or Mr. Something's house he's finishing renovating.

“Those pink ones?”

You shake your head smiling slyly “nope, try again”

He looks at his plate, calm and collected, as if he were only focused on cutting the steak in front of him.

He comes closer to your ear again “The blue ones with the little rose?”

You try to show the same composure but it's difficult, increasingly difficult every time you hear his voice get a little hoarse and deeper.

“Nope”

He scoff and take his glass to have a sip of wine.

You giggle “oh come on, you can do better than this”

He places a hand on your thigh under the table, squeezing gently. “It would be easier if you let me touch it a little bit.”

“Absolutely not, not yet. You know the rules,” and he squeezes again, a little harder, looking briefly into your eyes with a smirk that nails you to the bench.

The waitress comes to ask if everything is okay and you feel his hand move, his touch still warm on your skin as you quickly reply that everything is perfect. The girl fills your glasses with water and walks away.

Joel laughs at your embarrassment and you playfully slap him on the shoulder.

You try to go back to your dinner but he whispers again, “Those black lace ones?”

And you know he’s right, you bite your lower lip and you stifle a sound of disappointment, the game is over sooner than you wanted.

You wanted to keep him on tenterhooks a little longer.

Joel grin mischievously “It seems like I guessed right”

You roll your eyes and reluctantly admit "yes"

Joel pinches your side “good. you know they’re my favorites”

You jump on the bench “stop it, you know I hate it when you do that” but giggling more than you want.

The seductive power this man has over you is incomparable to any other man you have ever had.

He goes silent and you can clearly see his eyes turning darker and him licking his lips as he keeps cutting the steak.

You know he’s waiting.

You take a few forkfuls of your salad, chew, and wipe your mouth carefully with your napkin. You do it all very slowly as Joel begins to fidget on the bench. He’s impatient, you can tell even though he’s not vocal.

You try to hide the little smile that appears on your mouth as you take a sip of wine from your glass but he notices. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just the way you can't contain yourself”

Joel taps his fingers on the table as if he had been waiting for years, he always does it when he is nervous. It is an involuntary movement that you have learned to observe over the years, you have become an expert because when he closes himself in his silence it takes all your patience to make him speak. From these small movements you can already imagine what he will say and how he feels.

He comes closer to your ear again and whispers, “You look like you want to eat that salad more than you want me to eat you.”

And then he runs his fingers up the hem of your dress and slides them underneath, over your thigh, slowly, sending shivers down your spine, higher and higher until he reaches the lace of your panties and barely touches them.

You grab his arm and pull his hand away for fear that someone might see you but now it's your turn to fidget on the bench, his warm, deep voice went straight to your pussy and his fingers are all you crave.

He knows your weaknesses as you know his.

And he knows perfectly well that this little game makes you wet and how much you like it when he eats you out.

You can’t wait a minute longer so you look him in the eyes biting your bottom lip and say “Bathroom, now”

Usually you wait until you get home but right now you would kiss him obscenely here in front of everyone, tearing his clothes off.

You get up to go to the bathroom and slip into the ladies' one.

You check that all the stalls are empty and wait with your heart beating like crazy as if it wanted to come out of your chest.

He comes in a couple of minutes later “so you couldn’t wait until we got home?”

You don’t even answer him, you grab him by the collar of his shirt and push him against the wall, taking his lips as if it were the last thing you do. You push your way into his mouth meeting his tongue and intertwining it with yours, you are devouring him and you feel like you could never get enough. His lips are soft and wet on yours, his warm tongue greedily licking your palate. Your hands feverishly search for his ass, filling your hands and squeezing it tightly.

“Hey, baby, calm down” you must have been really impetuous to make him say something like that.

“I want you so bad” you sigh on his lips staring at him “Joel, please”

He takes your hands and kisses your fingers one by one without losing sight of your gaze for a second.

“Do you want me to do it here, kitten?”

“Yes, yes please, eat me Joel, right now” you whimper.

He gives you a sly smile and pushes you into one of the stalls.

He makes you lean against the divider and slips his hand under your dress.

He graze at your panties with his fingertips “mmh, already soaked for me, babe.”

He traces a line of kisses along your jawline and on your neck, wet and sloppy, licking at your heated skin and pushing his body against yours.

You can clearly feel his hard cock on your thigh as he brings a hand to your breast squeezing it while he doesn't stop moving his fingers on your soaking panties.

You whine in anticipation like a dog in heat, you just can’t take anymore of his teasing, he’s driving you wild.

“Joel, please” you mutter desperately.

You feel his smile widening on your skin “alright, honey, I’m going to give you what you need”

He kneels down in front of you and lifts your dress up to your waist, you hold it tight with one hand without taking your eyes off him. He pulls your panties aside and you see his excited grin “God, baby, she’s begging to be licked, isn’t she?” his hand holds your hip, squeezing it, you feel his fingers digging into your flesh, just above the edge of your panties.

He comes closer and sticks out his tongue licking from bottom to top and then swirling it on your clit.

He stops and looks up at you “tell me again how much you want it”

You don't answer him right away, you grab his hair and slam him against your pussy "that's how much I want it” you pant “please"

The vibration of his laughter shakes your core, reverberates on your skin and tingles your clit.

He kisses your folds softly and then parts them with two fingers and starts licking your clit like a hungry man. He is devouring you, his tongue deep in your pussy, his beard scratching you lightly, you feel your body quiver with his every touch.

He tease your hole with just one finger and you cry again “More, please, more”

“Fuck, you are insatiable tonight” he says “and you taste so sweet, babe, so incredibly sweet.”

The image of him on his knees devouring you is something incredible, you look down at his glistening mouth and chin and his eyes so hypnotic are looking at you so voraciously, you think you could come just by looking at him like this but you know he can give you even more “Joel, please”

“I know baby, I know, I’m right here with you”

He inserts two fingers into your hole, you're so wet they slide easily inside you, he curls them and searches for that special spot while he suck your clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around. His fingers are inside you throughly, you feel them stretching you out just right.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it lightly “God, you’re so good”

You feel the tips of his fingers caressing you softly, over and over again until you can't hold back anymore.

“I’m coming, fuck, i’m coming- Joel”

“I can feel it, babe, give it to me. Give it all to me”

His tongue moves over your clit, quickly tickling it, faster and faster.

You don't care where you are and whether someone might find out, the only thing you feel is a warmth growing inside you from your tummy to your chest, he’s still licking and pumping inside you when you gush all over his fingers and his mouth.

You bite your lip to muffle your cries, he keeps licking you until you calm down.

He looks up at you and you see your pleasure all over his face and chin, glistening his scruff.

“mmmh, thank you babe, this has been amazing” you whisper softly.

“for you this and more baby, and you know how much I love your pussy, I can never get enough of tasting her”

He stands up and kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and it's the best feeling in the world.

“The sweetest pussy for the sweetest woman” he mutter

“I love you, Joel, so much”

He smiles softly “I love you too, kitty” and he kisses you again nibbling gently on your lower lip.

“Now let’s get out of here before someone finds us” He slap your ass playfully as you exit the stall trying to fix your panties and your dress.

“Joel!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist your delicious ass”

You look at him sternly and then burst out laughing.

You pass him a paper towel. “Fix your face, will you?”

He wipes his face smiling.

“Come on, let's go home, I want to give you something special too"

[wongyuseokie]

Super Shy | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend gets super shy when showered with affection, and it’s really adorable, so you won’t stop. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♕ implied smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 361 words

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and fluff Content Warnings: Kissing and adorableness, just Wonwoo being the cutest human ever and me simping. One smutty comment. Wonwoo is like a little kitty.  

Smut Warnings: One smutty comment and the use of the pet name kitten. Authors Note 1: This is all @seungkwansphd fault. Always enabling me. 

Authors Note 2: There’s not much to this. It’s just me being a massive simp over Wonwoo. Here’s the TikTok that inspired this fic. Authors Note 3: This is just me babbling on. There's not much coherence. It's just me being in love.  It's also his birthday month, so why not give him an unplanned fic. 💕

Tagging my fellow Wonwoo simps, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @flowerwonu, @shuadotcom, @librarian-stacks Also tagging the Wonwoo fighter @bitchlessdino too. © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Muah!” You said animatedly as you placed another kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, making him smile fondly as he tried to hide his now very red face behind his adorable sweater paws. 

“Babe?” 

“Yes?” 

“Any reason why you’ve been attacking me with kisses for the last half hour?” Wonwoo asked. 

“I need a reason to smother you with love?” You teased.

“Well, no, it just does things to me,” Wonwoo mumbled. 

“Like what?” You asked as you curled into his embrace further and started to play with the fabric of his sweater. 

“It flusters me,” Wonwoo sighed. 

“Baby,” you cooed, “we’ve been together for so long, and I still fluster you?” 

“Yes, you do,” Wonwoo answered with a pout. 

“You’re so cute,” you complimented as you placed another kiss on his cheek, making him giggle as he tightened his grip around you. 

“It’s not fair,” Wonwoo mumbled. 

“What’s not fair?” You asked as you ran your hands through his hair, making him almost purr in your lap. 

“That you still can make me so super shy after so long,” Wonwoo whined, making you laugh. 

“Baby,” you said, making him look up at you. 

“You make me super shy at times, too, you know?” 

“Yeah? When?” Wonwoo asked as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your jaw. 

“Wonwoo,” you said with a soft sigh. 

“When, kitten?” Wonwoo asked. 

“Wonwoo!” You gasped. 

“Ah, I see, I make you super shy when I’m like this, or is it just the word kitten?” Wonwoo teased, making you pout. 

“You’re mean,” you whined, making him laugh. 

“Come here, I just wanted to make you just as shy,” Wonwoo said as he pulled you in closer and placed his lips on yours. You melted into the kiss as he moved his soft lips against yours, his hands wrapped around you, making you moan into the kiss, allowing Wonwoo to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away to catch your breath and smiled at him. 

“Bedroom,” you mumbled. 

“Oh?” Wonwoo said with a knowing smirk. 

“I figured you’d want to show me how you’re not super shy?” You teased. 

“Gladly, kitten.” 

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Thatch AU End)

Platonic Yandere Thatch & G/N Reader

Main

Warnings: illness and drugging.

Word Count: 1,676

There were a great many things that you’d never be.

The tallest.

The strongest.

Free from this Yonko crew.

Sick.

This was simply reality as you’ve long since come to accept it—or… perhaps… in one particular case, refuse to accept otherwise. There would be none of that--! That--! Sniffling and sneezing nonsense from you! Nor wheezing and coughing!

Never happened and would never happen again.

Which is why, when you woke up to a coughing fit against Kotatsu’s suddenly very bristled fur, you knew it was nothing. Neither was the slight heat to your cheeks—you just felt embarrassed for startling the poor baby is all. Nothing a bit of cold water to your face couldn’t fix after consolation scritches to a cute pair of twitchy ears. Kotatsu’s rumbling purr rattling your lungs as the sweet kitty nearly flattened you beneath his hefty weight.

You grimaced as mucus rattled in your lungs with a particularly deep breath.

Absolutely nothing to worry about at all.

The cold water soothed the ache behind your eyes and you resolved to see how soon you could learn to breath underwater just to maintain the pleasant sensation when there was a knock on the door.

Ah. Shit.

“Ye—hng—! Yeah!?” You started to cough and quickly cleared your throat.

The door opened and you looked to find Thatch scowling as Kotatsu brushed past him.

“How did you… never mind. Hey, there!” Thatch grinned, “Ready to help make breakfast?”

You scowled, instantly knowing that was a very bad idea.

If you were sick—not that you were but if—then helping make food would just spread it to the whole damn ship.

It was rather unfortunate that ‘forced bonding’ time was part of your ongoing grounding that seemed to be an excuse at this point.

“I—henghk!” You started but quickly broke off into a cough, tucking your face into your elbow as the jerky motion took over your whole body. Your lungs screaming with every jar and face growing hot with exertion.

“Oh shit, are you sick?” Thatch asked in concern, walking up to help steady you as you rode out the harsh motions.

“C-Co—heurgh—urse not! D-Don’t say stupid things like th-at!” You sputtered, still wheezing a little.

Thatch snorted, lips quirking as he grabbed a rag from the sink and poured cold water over it. After wringing it out he pressed it over your hot face.

“Welp, there goes my plan for the day. C’mon. Back to bed. I’ll bring oatmeal in a bit.” Thatch cooed, laughing a little as you whined and huffed.

“Not sick!” You denied.

“Oh really? Does that mean you’re going to spend time cooking breakfast with your big brother?” Thatch teased, easily forcing your trembling body to sit on the bed. You gave him a nasty look.

“I should sneeze on you.” You hissed. Not deterred in the slightest, Thatch grinned cheekily.

“What good would that do if you’re not sick, huh?” Thatch pushed you down and settled the blanket back over you. “I’ll pick up some cold medicine to take with your oatmeal.”

Huffing, you tried to sit up only for Thatch’s hands to press firmly over your shoulders.

“Noooooooo! Not! Sick!” You denied petulantly. Thatch snorted and quickly retreated.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” You groaned as he closed the door and locked it.

Great. Now you couldn’t run off and hide somewhere even if you wanted to. All you could do was lay there, definitely not sick, and wallow in misery. Wet coughs plaguing you when you started muttering bitterly to yourself. Somewhere in between feverishly hoping Marco doesn’t learn of your condition to mother hen you to death and that Thatch gets the silly idea that you’re sick out of his head, you must have passed out.

Time moved in a thick, hazy mass. Fitful sleep muffled under static and heat. You woke feeling somehow worse than before if you even fell asleep to begin with. The ship heaving underneath you in harsh motions that clashed chaotically with the pulsing headache behind your eyes.  

The sound of locks sliding muffled under a thick layer of cotton as the door opened broke your confused thoughts.

“Heeeey~ Got your food.” Thatch’s voice drifted in from the light softly.

“…noooooo.” You whined, burying your face into the pillow as the door closed and there was a soft shuffling.

You hated being sick. It made your head fuzzy and anxiety to crawl up your spine. You felt Thatch’s hand curl under your head and shoulders as he lifted you up with a pitying huff.

“Geez, sweetie, I wasn’t gone for that long and you’re already feverish.” Thatch murmured, carefully propping you up when all you wanted to do was bury your head in your pillow. You shuddered, leaning against him with a low whine. “Aw, c’mon now. You gotta eat and then you can go back to sleep, deal?”

You sniffled, throat tickling as you rubbed your eyes. Thatch felt more like a rock against your side as he gently passed a bowl over to you. It was definitely oatmeal, flakes of fruit on the top, it’s weight warm between your trembling hands.

You…You could remember the last time you got sick. It was while you were in your early days of the marines, your devil fruit very new and you slept in the barracks. A bug went around and you managed to dodge it until after everyone else had already gotten through it. So you were quarantined to prevent another go around the entire base. It was a miserable week where your fever raged and you sweated clean through your pajamas several times over. The medicine they gave you not enough to knock you out, so you were… sort of awake the entire time. Not that you had a coherent thought for a majority of it. Food mostly consisted of clear soup from a can and crackers.

You woke up clinging to your pillow so damp you thought you’d overslept and someone dumped a bucket of water over you.

You ended up in the medical bay for another three days from dehydration.

Maybe it was the fever, the cold chills that rocked your body, or the soft and sweet scent of a very light oatmeal. But something dripped down your nose—not snot, thankfully. But thick tears that splashed onto your oatmeal.

You looked up at Thatch, barely able to see him clearly without your glasses and through your tears, and sniffled.

“You’re such a good big brother.” You whispered thickly before he could say anything about your state. He looked shocked and conflicted. Expression twisting between delight and something bordering on upset rage.

He cleared his throat.

“It’s just oatmeal…” Thatch reassured you, brushing away your tears. You kept crying anyway despite his efforts, quickly eating the oatmeal that had a suspiciously familiar taste that had nothing to do with breakfast.

You could not believe you were saying this but…

“Thank fuck you drugged this. I don’t wanna be conscious right now.” You whined, eating a bit faster as he choked while still crying. It tasted a little different this time. Likely the cold medicine he mentioned before. Good. You never liked the bitter taste of medicine and Thatch knew what he was doing when it came to food. When you finished, you looked at him with the saddest expression you could muster. “…could you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep, Thatch?” You asked softly.

He sighed, smiling with a nod as he slid into the bed beside you, pulling you up against his chest. His arms firm and reassuring around your aching body.

“Alright, I was planning on hiding from Marco for not telling him you were sick anyway.” Thatch chuckled.

You closed your eyes, curling closer as you laughed.

“…I meant it…” He squeezed your shoulder and whispered into your ear.

“I know, sweetie. Go to sleep now.”

--*--

You shuffled into the kitchen, your illness having long since passed with Thatch managing to escape with only a short bug.

There were several others at work with Thatch looking over the list of supplies, planning the day’s meal with mutterings under his breath. With a quick wink to the surprised chefs, you slipped in close and hugged him.

“—need to use those beans before—shit!” Thatch blinked in shock, head whipping around to see you smiling up at him.

“Morning, brother. Where did you want me for ‘family bonding activities’?” You asked with a playful huff. His expression fell as he clearly froze in shock. A tad nervous you broke him, you glanced around to the others that were clearly laughing at him.

Before you could say anything further, you were snapped up into a tight hug as Thatch laughed.

“You called me brother!” Thatch crowed gleefully. You wheezed in his embrace, arms locked to your sides as he bounced around in victory.

“Ack! T-This isn’t the first time!? Why are you losing your shit?!” You screeched indignantly, kicking your legs as you tried not to laugh. He’d think he could do this sort of thing all the time if you did.

“But you were sick! It doesn’t count then!” Thatch denied. You huffed, glaring down at him.

“Do you think I’d call just anyone ‘brother’, ever?” You hissed, face hot. “Who do you think I am?! I should demote you back down to Twin-Blade for this.”

Thatch’s expression twisted into horror as he quickly put you down and held you to his chest.

“No! Please don’t go back to those cold, distant days!” Thatch bemoaned, resting his cheek on your head.

Despite huffing and squirming, you hugged him back with a soft, hidden smile.

“…fine. I’ll forgive you, brother.” You said quietly against his chest. He squeezed you gently with a pleased sigh.

“Thanks, sweet pea… ready to help make breakfast?” He asked, finally pulling away with a bright, beaming smile.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled back, pushing up your glasses again.

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Rainbow Flames

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, loads of fluff for this one! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: Some nsfw talk and mentions of sex.

Notes: A birthday gift for my pretty baby @sugarflywme . I hope you like it love, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday ♥️🤍

This is a snippet from the Shades of Us series. Find the Masterlist here!🎨

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“Welcome home beautiful.” It’s the first thing you hear opening the door to your apartment, the sound of Namjoon’s low voice and Yoongi’s suspicious giggles the second and third. You catch a glimpse of steamers on the ceiling before there’s something wrapped loosely around your eyes.

“Well, I expected a blindfold would come into play but not quite like this. Can’t I see?” Yoongi hums behind you in negative as he tightens the blindfold, Namjoon likely being the one to take your free hand. You drop your purse on the floor as he takes the other hand, gently swinging them back and forth with his.

“Oh, I have plans for later baby girl. But for now, no can do. We’ve got a special surprise for you.” It’s said with such warmth, an amount that makes you grin goofily after the long day of classes you had. These two, you swear… Can’t leave them alone for a second without them doing something impossibly sweet. Yoongi pats your shoulder before leaving a chaste kiss against your cheek, moving around you slowly.

“Joonie is going to lead you forward, just follow his tall ass. Joon, don’t let her fall or I’ll bite you.” With that, you’re led further into the house, Namjoon moving relatively slow as if not to trip you. Poor guy could probably trip over air without even trying, so you’re thankful for the caution. You’ve seen him knock Yoongi over on accident one too many times.

“Ah, what a scary thought. My adorable tiny boyfriend biting me with his little teeth. I’ll let you have a taste later kitten.” It makes you laugh, the imagery of Yoongi biting into the meat of Namjoon’s thick bicep; It’s not hard to imagine since you’ve seen it in many forms before after all. Joon finally stops you in front of what feels like the island in the kitchen, hand squeezing yours before letting go. You feel Yoongi come up behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders warmly.

“I will smother you with your own pillow, don’t fucking play with me tree man. Now, be a good boy and take off her blindfold.” There’s a pause as you wait, then a loud smacking noise as Yoongi yells out, his body jolting into yours slightly. Namjoon just laughs breathily and undos the blindfold, the darkness shying away and presenting a very pink cake to you.

“Oh wow, it looks delicious! And the decorations are adorable.” Streamers and balloons are tossed around, so many pretty colors wrapped together. The cake is very clearly homemade, the frosting going this way and that. There’s little strawberries painted onto it, a very messy “Happy Birthday!” scrawled onto the top of it in a pretty green. Rainbow colored candles with sparkles liter the boarders, a very solid choice. It’s absolutely perfect.

“I let Namjoon bake it the first time out of morbid curiosity. I’m sure you can imagine how that went. Here’s a clue: bad.” Yoongi peers down over your shoulder at the cake, eyes slitted minutely. As you look up at him, his smile gives away how fond he really is. Namjoon could have burned down the house and you both would have forgave him in an instant.

“Hush kitty, it was only a little burnt. Probs still edible but hey, only the best for our pretty birthday girl.” You definitely would have ate it no matter what, but you’re silently thankful that you don’t have to crunch on burnt bread. Yoongi shifts before snorting, voice very clearly teasing.

“… Joon there was a fire-“ Namjoon instantly holds a finger up to your other boyfriends mouth, making very loud shushing noises as he does so. Yoongi tries to talk over him to no avail, both of their voices getting louder and louder. Ah, there’s nothing like spending time with the loves of your life.

“OKAYYYYY, anyway! It’s strawberry because it’s your favorite and Yoongi was in charge the third time around aha.” Third time…? Interesting. You’re surprised Yoon let him touch the stove at all but good on him for trying. You’re actually a little sad you missed it.

“… What happened the second time…?” Curiosity is definitely going to annihilate the cat but hey, you can’t help it. They’re both quiet before Namjoon clears his throat, eyes avoiding yours. Turning to look up at Yoon again, you note that his cheeks are a little pink.

“I may… Or may not have got distracted by Namjoon’s dick. I place all the blame on him. He’s an insatiable heathen.” Joon just shrugs with a nod, not even trying to deny it. One cake lost to a fire, another to Namjoons dick… It’s certainly a wonder you even got a whole one.

“Mmh, well either way, thank you for the cake loves, it looks absolutely perfect.” Yoon lets go of you and runs around the island, only to pull a drawer open and whip out a lighter. If Namjoon cooking was concerning, Yoongi playing with fire is even more so. Especially so when he’s smiling like that.

“I’ll do the honor of lighting the candles. I’d like to note that I did not pick them out, I wanted black ones to reflect my eternal despair.” He starts to light the candles with glee, Namjoon watching with raised brows before turning his attention back toward you. You try not to get too excited at the multicolored flames.

“I picked them out. Rainbow because it makes me think of you and ALSO to represent our beautiful love. A win win.” What a huge sap, a literal teddy bear of a man. Without warning, Namjoon starts belting out happy birthday, Yoongi quietly singing along as he finishes lighting the candles. You shuffle closer, smiling shyly as they finish up the tune.

With a flourish, you blow out the candles in one fell swoop, your boyfriends cheering for you as you do. Both of their smiles make you melt, all dimples and gums and all yours. Maybe your wish was to be with them forever, maybe it wasn’t. You’ll never tell.

“The happiest birthday to me. Now, please feed me some cake boyfriends.”

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I mentioned the other day I wanted to write something with the lesbian version of the Crowlien au, so here's something with the wives before their lives were horribly changed because of aliens.

Warning: flashback that is safe, present day is... not so much, missing limb

On with the fic!

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Crowley was breathing, but did she really need to?

She could feel pain, but that seemed so cruel, so very cruel. Why would anyone program an android to have pain receptors?

She stared at the ceiling, the lights were still red, but the alarms had turned off a while ago. Bentley was curled up next to her, sleeping, as if chaos had not happened over the past few hours. There was no noise other than the typical sounds of the ship, a few sounds of sparks, from a broken piece of wall or Crowley's leg, she wasn't sure.

Fuck, what a way to find out the truth about yourself. And just moments before your beautiful, amazing, angel of a wife sacrificed herself!

Crowley let out a ragged sob as she looked towards the airlock, sealed tight, with no hint of Aziraphale returning. She had no idea what happened beyond those doors, but it had to have been an hour, maybe longer. There was no sign of the alien, no sign of Aziraphale.

It was just Crowley now.

It was never meant to be just Crowley. This was supposed to be a simple mining mission...

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"One more week." Crowley said with an exaggerated sigh, stepping into her shared flat with her wife. Bentley came towards her with chirpy meows and the redhead scooped up her baby, giving the cat kisses all over her face.

"One more week, indeed." Aziraphale said as she stepped out of the kitchen, flour on her hands, her cheek, all over her apron. Oh no, she was stress baking.

"Angel, you no we can't take any of that with us, whatever it is you're bakin'. We're gonna be stuck eating the slop that the company provides for us." Crowley kissed her as she walked over, then stepped into the kitchen.

"I know, I know. But..." She could see Aziraphale pout.

Crowley smirked and set Bentley down, he ran off to do whatever it was that curious kitties did. "You want me to sneak on contraband on our very important mission? Hm? Is that what you're tryin' to ask me, Dr. Fell?"

Aziraphale huffed, turning her nose up at her wife, but her smile gave her away. "It would violate the rules they have of what we can and cannot bring aboard!"

"Ah, but when have I ever been a rule follower, angel?"

"You fiend." Aziraphale laughed and pulled Crowley into a hug. "I made your favorites, you'll be happy to have them when you wake up! Oh! And speaking of..."

Crowley kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I spoke with Tracy. She'll have the AI inject you with E while you're in cryo-sleep."

"Oh! You beautiful dear!" Aziraphale was grinning as she lifted Crowley up and spun her around. "You always take good care of me!"

"Of course I do!" Crowley laughed as her feet were set back on the floor. "I love doing things for you, it makes me so happy to be your hero!"

Aziraphale laughed and stepped back, dusting the flour off of Crowley's black jacket. "That it does, dear. But one day, I'll get to be your hero!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Maybe in this mission I'll get to be your knight in shining armor!"

"Ha! If Furfur hits on me again, you can play hero then."

Aziraphale snorted and laughed, pulling her in for a kiss. "Yes, yes, I suppose that could count. Now, come on, you deserve a treat. I've got the most scrumptious raspberry white chocolate scone for you to try!"

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"You wanted to play hero, angel." Crowley whimpered, turning away from the door. Her eyes back on the ceiling, she tried to ignore the spasm she felt in her damaged leg, she could smell burning metal and wires. She didn't dare look at the fluid on her hand, she didn't want to know if it was red or white.

Another sob escaped her. "Well, you did it. You got to be my hero. But at what cost!?"

No one answered her, not that she expected one.

She was alone now, just her and a cat.

And no heroic angel in sight.

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I made myself sad with this one.

A reminder, Aziraphale is a trans woman in this au, because yes. Also, I love trans woman Aziraphale, we need more of her in the fandom. (and just more t4t ineffables really).

Yes, Crowley found out she was an android in this au before her leg was damaged. I wanted her to have a more startling realization than what Aziraphale got in the main au, and the damaged leg also means she gets a weird saunter to her walk when she repairs herself. And yes, she had no idea she was one, just like Aziraphale hadn't known.

[kessielrg]

Kingdom Hearts AU: Lay in the Fire: Part 3

Summary: In which Ventus presents Aqua a traveler to feed on, with the promise that she will keep her alive. Things get messy from there.

Notes: Another thing based on luxmoogle’s vampire AU. Sponsored by Tove Lo’s Come Undone from her studio album, Sunshine Kitty. Much longer this time and with 60% of my usual shenanigans. 😘

Word Count: 2,495

Series: Stupid Kids: 1. Drink Deep: 1, 2, [3], 4

AO3 Link: here

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Aqua was no fool. She knew the moment when both Ventus and Sabrina looked to her that something was amiss. When Ven came to the library as promised, he didn’t so much as acknowledge Aqua. She only let it go because she knew her familiar was still a child -a human- with all the growing pains and emotions that went with it.

Even though they would all be rather trivial in the long run.

The two sat in their usual places as they read. Tension slowly filled the room with each turn of the page. Each little flutter of paper was becoming a grinding wood saw instead. It was unbearable. Aqua had to break the silence.

“Did you two have a good walk?”

“It was alright.”

Aqua pursed her lips together. The cheerful, almost lovestruck, Ventus from this morning was gone completely. This wasn’t normal.

“Ven, did something happen?” Aqua gently probed.

Everything in Ventus’s body clenched. She gave him time, but the answer was killing her. Just as she assumed he wouldn’t say anything at all, he asked a question in a voice she didn’t recognize.

“Why did you do it?”

“Pardon?”

Ventus looked at his master. A fire was laid in his eyes. A fury that Aqua could barely remember the last time she’d seen firsthand.

“You promised me, Aqua! You promised you would hold back!”

Aqua gently closed her book, planning on giving her familiar a gentle talk. It was easy to forget things you always knew- especially when a new variable was added to the usual routines.

“Ven, you know it’s not always easy to-” she started, but he cut her off quickly by slamming his hands into the table.

“I don’t care! You ruined her trust in me! In us! You could control it if you wanted to, and you didn’t!”

Aqua’s eyebrows furrowed. “Now wait a minute-”

Ventus stood up. A storm was pouring now, and there was no calming it.

“She knew you were watching Aqua. She knew without us even talking about it! I like her, Aqua. But I can’t get close when you don’t trust me enough to be alone. With anything. You’re suffocating, Aqua. There are times when I just…  just hate you!”

Now it was Aqua’s turn to stand up.

“Ventus, you will not talk to me like that.” she warned. It only added fuel to the fire.

“I want to travel with her, Aqua. I want to explore the world just like she does. But I can’t. I can’t because of YOU.” He pushed back angered tears before finally hitting on an explosive thought. “You know what? I hate that I’m your familiar! I can’t do anything alone because you’re there even if I didn’t want you to be, every emotion is shared, barely any thoughts and most actions I have are my own, and it’s so… so BULLSHIT! You should have killed me when you had the chance. I bet baby humans taste a lot like veal. Then you’d just be some sad old lady in an empty old castle, wearing the skin of a-”

“Silence!” Aqua demanded. 

Ventus’s mouth immediately snapped closed. His eyes, however, flashed with incredible hatred, and his fists were clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Even though he couldn’t verbally communicate now at Aqua’s wish, his body still made his emotions obvious.

It took everything in Aqua to calmly walk closer to him. Standing tall, Aqua refused to look weak at a moment like this. There were still rules. This was still her castle. And he, for better or worse, was her familiar and he would listen in one way or another. He had to.

“You knew the risks, Ventus. You accepted them, and still are. There is no turning back from that.”

Ven’s glare darkened.

“Furthermore, I wouldn’t have let you undertake those trials if I didn’t think you could handle them. To commit to them. I’ve made a mistake, yes, but letting you become my familiar is not. Always remember that.”

Ven slowly unclenched his fists, but his face remained steely.

“We can discuss Sabrina’s visit more in the morning.” the vampire then told him. “When we’re able to think with clearer heads. Now, resume as you were, and good night.”

At first, all Ventus could do was shake his head. With permission to speak once more, the only words he said to her were “You’re awful, Aqua.” before leaving. She did not stop him. Her anger also had to calm at this point before pursuing him further. Aqua’s gaze turned downward, noticing the book Ven had been reading. It was a novel based on a ballet.

Its name was Giselle.

-

It was late at night when the door to the guest room opened. Sabrina, far too deep into sleep, didn’t notice. Like a ghost, Aqua strode in without a sound. She went to the bedside and looked over the sleeping traveler. The young woman’s naturally light-curled hair spread behind her as she slept on her side. It would have made for a beautiful painting; a beauty with coal black hair and snow white skin that glowed under the moonlight, dancing in careless circles across the haunted woods. The spirit of midnight wildlife itself.

“Why are you so special to him?”

Aqua raised her hand to graze it over the traveler’s cheek. Sabrina stirred, slightly, but did not wake up. Unafraid of being caught, Aqua moved her hand from Sabrina’s face to her neck. There she could feel the pulse of a heart that refused to cease beating. It had been through much this past day. It could have also been seen as mocking. Blood had the voice of its owner, after all.

Instinct told Aqua to kill the young woman. She had already lost so much blood, and oh-so much could be regained within a day. One last long, deep drink would do the trick. Just like last time. Aqua could dispose the body right outside the travelers’ camp. No one would be any the wiser.

But Ven would know. It would be impossible for him not to.

Aqua carefully pulled her hand away. Staring at Sabrina for several moments, she then bent down low to the traveler’s ear.

“I don’t know whether to bless you, or to curse you.” Aqua admitted in a soft, low voice. “You’re neither sweet or sour either, so perhaps that’s natural.”

Aqua’s lips touched the traveler’s earlobe.

“Does he really make you happy? Show me, traveler.”

A small groan escaped Sabrina’s lips as Aqua moved away. She moved and shifted in the bedsheets as if she were threatening to waken in defiance. Soon, what seemed to start as discomfort became pure contentment. Even a smile crossed the traveler’s lips.

“Ven…” Sabrina sighed in a single breath, still fully asleep.

Aqua was beginning to understand the pieces she couldn’t before. She left the room as quietly as she entered.

The vampire’s next bedroom visit was to her familiar. He also was sleeping at this point of the night.

He had gone to sleep angered. Ven’s body was bunched in a tempered child-like position and his brow very noticeably furrowed. If he was dreaming, they were surely filled with angered images of Aqua herself.

“Is she that important to you?”

Aqua sat at the edge of Ven’s bed before gently rubbing her thumb against his forehead. It was something she used to do when he was much smaller. Nothing ever gave her more of a shock than noting just how tiny he was, but how strong his heart would shine. Even now, three times that height, Aqua couldn't quite believe it. He was still so young, yet so experienced. No other familiar could outshine the one Aqua had chose. No one would ever compare. He would be hers for now and ever- their lives dependent on each other. It made so much sense. It was meant to be.

But was it enough?

“Share the same dream with her, only for tonight. Let it be my first apology.”

Aqua watched as her familiar’s body went from clenched anger to relaxed calm. A small sigh escaped from his lips. His subconscious mind was now in a much better place. In a world of dreams, he and the traveler could have all the time in the world. They could travel the universe together, dance for months without another soul to stop them, and even indulge in a bliss that only came from close intimacy. It would be the perfect dream.

Aqua got up, making her way to the door. She took one last look at Ventus as he slept.

“I can’t let you go. Not now.”

And with that, she quietly closed the door.

-

A bath was waiting for Sabrina when she stepped into the washroom that morning. Still very, very hot, she wondered for a moment if they kept a pet dragon around the castle too. She smirked as she went to her bag to pull out two bottles of bath oils. They were of her favorite scents- lavender and peppermint. Each bottle got three drops exactly into the hot water, then carefully swirled around with her own hand.

Once satisfied, Sabrina stripped down to her essentials. A small hiss escaped her lips as her toes entered the water, but it did not stop her from getting in further. It felt good, she wouldn’t lie about that.

“Another bride, another groom, another sunny… honeymoon. Another season, another reason, for making whoopee..” Sabrina started to sing. She had no reason for it- but she also hadn’t had a good hot bath in awhile. Who wouldn’t want to sing?

“Picture a little love nest, down where the roses cling. Picture that same sweet love nest, see what a year can bring. He’s washing dishes, and baby clothes. He’s so ambitious- he even sews! But don’t forget folks, that’s what you get folks, for making whoopee.”

Sabrina picked up the sponge provided and gently applied soap to its surface. She admired her own body as the sponge glided over her arms and legs. The place where Aqua had fed was healing pretty well. At this point Sabrina could almost say a bug bit her. Or perhaps a very perturbed rabbit.

“Another year, or maybe less, she feels neglected, and he’s suspected… of making whoopee.”

Bubbles filled the bath as she continued to give her body a good shrub. She was going to drag this out as long as possible. Getting to bathe in a castle was already a dream to many- to do it while a vampire was also present was the wet dream of risk takers everywhere.

“He doesn’t make much money- only five thousand per. Some judge who thinks he’s funny, says you’ll pay six to her. He now says ‘Judge, suppose I fail?’ The judge says, ‘Then drudge… on off to jail!’ You better keep her. You’ll find it’s cheaper. Than making whoopee.”

Finishing the song, Sabrina afforded a small laugh before sinking further into the bubbles. This was heaven.

After willing herself out of the bath, Sabrina dressed in a tunic and riding breeches. Her cape would suffice for a cover in this weather. Not that it mattered when wind hit you in whatever direction it wanted when you were flying. What did matter was having her hair also flying in whichever direction, and so she carefully pulled it back into a ponytail. Before leaving the bedroom, Sabrina looked herself over in the mirror. She smiled at the reflection.

“What a bitch.”

Giving herself a wink, Sabrina left the room.

The one good thing about coming in through the castle from its front was now knowing how to get to the dining hall from the guest quarters. Which also meant she could grab something quick to eat before attending to her neglected horse. Even better was the absolute lack of castle staff. She didn’t need to run into anyone who would have questioned her. Just one slip into the kitchen, picking out some fruit for her and Nightmare…

“If you wait a bit longer, I’m sure Ven could make a more substantial meal for you than two apples.”

“Es Cristo.” Sabrina cursed. She spun around to find Aqua within two arm’s lengths of her.

Aqua smirked. “Surprised you, did I? That’s a first.”

“I’m usually expecting you to be stalking around.” Sabrina shot back. “Not right behind me.”

Sabrina looked down. A part of her suddenly felt guilty for taking food from the kitchen. The other part wondered why the hell that mattered when the person standing in front of her had almost drank her dry not two days before. Either way, she know felt like she had to explain herself without an escort to vouch for her.

“I wanted something quick to eat before taking Nightmare for a ride. She’s been in that stable alone for a few days now- I’m sure she’s getting antsy.” A small pause, then, “Am I allowed to come back after?”

“Is there a reason for you not to?”

Sabrina gave a slow nod. So the vampire didn’t dislike her that much. Was that a good sign? Would she fake it because of Ventus? There were still quite a few things Sabrina didn’t understand about Aqua, but for right now it wasn’t her priority.

Her neglected horse, on the other hand, absolutely was.

Once Sabrina had left, Aqua went on to arrange her own morning snack. She hummed as she worked. She also didn’t turn around when Ven entered the kitchen.

“I can make you breakfast.” he told her. Even in his voice, she could tell that he had furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re still my master.”

“There’s no need,” Aqua dismissed with a wave of her hand. “As much as I enjoy how much effort you put into meals, I would like to make something of my own for once. Something simple.”

Ven raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll work on Sabrina’s breakfast instead.”

“She won’t need it.”

Ven’s whole body froze.

“Why not?” he questioned. There was a small pause, then an almost accusatory, “What did you do?”

“I assure you, I did nothing to her.” she assured him. “She’s taking care of her horse this morning. I believe she plans on coming back after.”

“That’s… good.” her familiar mumbled, taking back his emotions slightly.

“Would you prefer that she went back to her people?”

For this, Ven didn’t answer.

For the first time since the conversation started, Aqua turned to face Ven proper. She gave him a mysterious smile.

“The phonograph in the ballroom is still working, I believe.” she then told him. “It might do someone good to have a little light exercise there.”

The thought caught Ven off guard.

“Huh?” was the first reaction. “What are you…?”

Aqua continued to smile before leaving him to consider what she was implicating. When it finally hit him, Ven flushed a deep red.

“Oh.”

[fairyofshampgyu]

Now Live ! Stream: 7

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, titty sucking, hand job, edging, pussy eating, thigh fucking

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 3k

Beomgyu elicits a drawled, muffled moan, eyes ever so slowly rolling to the back of his head in his content state. His head laying on your lap and mouth and face stuffed with your pretty tits as he drooled and sucked them so blissfully whilst your hand went to stroke him off as well.

He gazes up at you with his glossy, doe, brown eyes as his lips moved animatedly and licked and sucked at your tits continuously.

You quicken your pace on his wet dick, bringing your hand to twist at his sensitive tip and his body slightly jerks, mouth popping off your tits as he moans even louder.

Slight drool dribbles down the corner of his pretty parted lips and you take the opportunity to lean down and kiss them instead, sloppily and slowly making out with him, licking at the seams of his lips.

His hand goes up to grope one of your tits and you pull away from the kiss, string of saliva connecting and falling as beomgyu whines, attempting to chase after you but fails and so latches onto your tits again to stimulate and fixate his mouth, your hand still jerking him off and moving up and down on his length, sounds of people donating money flowing in consecutively.

“Let me cum please-ah-so close…” Beomgyu groans against you.

“Hmm…what do you think guys? Should we let Angel cum just yet?” You grin mischievously, watching the series of comments surge through, chuckling as majority say no. Beomgyu shakes his head furiously at the suggestion.

@luvsangelss: No. Make the brat cry.

@556heartsub: don’t even let him cum at all!

@live4angel: aw I feel bad >_<! But don’t let him cum just yet!

Beomgyu gazes up at you, trying his hardest to give his best puppy eyes to you and look sorrowful, pleading for you to be kind to him knowing it was his only resort left. But alas, you don’t give in to his manipulation that easily.

“Just a little longer, baby. You think you can be good and last for the viewers?” But beomgyu only whines loudly and frustratedly.

“Don’t want to.” He furrows his brows and pouts and huffs.

“That’s not being grateful to your loyal fans now is it?” You tut at him and giggle and his pout deepens.

But beomgyu attempts to, knowing what you’d do if he doesn’t as you now pump his dick at a ruthless speed, sticky noise and his moans filling the room.

Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head in your lap, “c-can’t please! Need to-ahh!” You only tighten your grasp and go harder until his legs thrash and beomgyu cries, trying to hold in his impending orgasm.

“Just a little more, baby.” You say as your other hand shoves his legs open and wider so you can play with his cute, full and swollen balls that makes him choke out another moan.

“Cum for me.” And he screams, his seed gushing out and ruining his tummy and his new hello kitty belly piercing as he pants and shuts his eyes, arm thrown over his face.

You move his hand away as he heavily breathes and he looks up at you again with starry eyes, hair sticking to his forehead and face glistening and flushed, awaiting a kiss. So you lean down where he rests on your laps, lifting his chin up and kissing his lips one more time before ending the stream and seeing how much you made in a total today.

Finally, the anticipated christmas concert had come around and to say you were nervous was an understatement. As you stood behind stage, frantically making sure everyone had their music sheets, that everyone was tuned right and no instrument was suddenly broken and that all likely horrible scenarios you could possibly think of was dealt with, you still couldn’t help feeling that things could go so wrong or that it just wasn’t good enough.

You know you and beomgyu had to live up to or hopefully do even greater than previous students who had organised the creative arts performance which was always a highlight of your university.

Theatre students had just finished eccentrically acting out multiple scenes of classic christmas plays and films with their own twist for their performance and the applause swere heard greatly even from where you were as you nervously chew on your lip.

You see beomgyu coming into view as he had come back from checking with the lighting, heading towards you, “Hey, you’re not nervous are you?”

“What? Psh…No. Why would I be nervous right now? I’m really relaxed and chilled right now in fact.” You try to act calm and dismiss him.

Beomgyu only chuckles, taking your slightly quivering hands into his own and softly stroked them with his thumb.

“It’s going to go great, y/n. We’ve both put a lot of work into it and we both know it sounds amazing already. Don’t get worked up over it, it’ll be fine. You worked hard, okay?” He smiles at you, still holding your hands.

Well, he’s certainly managed to rank it lower in preoccupying thoughts because now all you can think about is beomgyu’s soft hands.

Taehyun and Kai had also snuck backstage to give you both a little encouraging ‘good luck!’ before it was your turn only to find that they had seemingly nearly imposed on a little moment between you both. Both Kai and taehyun giggle quietly.

“Man, he is so whipped.” Taehyun whispers.

Huening kai hums in agreement, just as bewildered, “I remember in elementary school I told beomgyu I was too scared to talk to my crush so he thought it was the funniest shit and violently shoved me into them and giggled and ran away! They never talked to me again! I’ll never forgive.”

They both decide to finally make an appearance, coming out from the shadows and clearing their throats, you and beomgyu instantly stopping holding hands and turning to look in opposite directions.

They both laugh at that.

“I hope we weren’t intruding on something.” Hueningkai smirks.

“Huh? Wha..No?” You cough at scratch at the back of your head.

“I think it’s time for us to go up. Let’s go.” Beomgyu quickly takes your hand and drags you up the stairs, huening kai and taehyun shouting out a ‘good luck!’ as you both make it to the stage, lights casting on both of you and the other musicians who had all scrambled to their seats and sections.

You quietly give a thumbs up to the rest of the music ensemble and you both introduce yourselves and the music department this year, starting with the first arrangement, beomgyu’s turn to conduct as he begins gesturing his hands.

And it goes well. Far from well in fact, spectacular. When you finish, you can see your professor return a satisfied half smile, applauding as do the audience. He even comes up afterwards to congratulate you both himself which you and beomgyu exchange a smug grin with each other, lazy smiles on both your overjoyed faces as you make it back to beomgyu’s place for a post celebration.

But when you get to the corridor outside his place and finally open the door, the pleased feeling you both have seemingly translates into something else, beomgyu gazing down at your lips with half lidded eyes, you doing the same before you’re roughly pinning him against the now closed door, lips crashing onto his and kissing down his jaw, beomgyu’s hand holding onto your waist tightly as he gasps in between the desperate kisses.

Suddenly, you’re being pushed by an eager beomgyu onto the bed, still kissing you as he begins to rid your bottom half desperately and whining into your mouth.

Beomgyu grips onto the flesh of your thighs and moves himself in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs all over and then throwing them over his shoulders as he stares at your pussy in awe, seemingly in a trance.

Experimentally, he kitten licks at your clit and looks up at you cutely to see your reaction to which you moan at and that’s enough to get beomgyu crazed, suffocating and pushing his head deeper into your pussy as you surprisingly yelp.

“Am I making you feel good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, y/nnn” Beomgyu frustratingly whines, bottom lip jutting out and stoping at your lack of praise. But to be fair, how can he expect you to form even coherent thoughts at how good and prettily he was eating you out.

“So good…so good for me, beomie. Gonna make me cum. You’re doing so well. You’re such a good boy for me. So pretty.” Muddled praises leaving your mouth but they seem to spur beomgyu to continue, eyes becoming more twinkling and he’s eating you out more intensely than before, fluffy hair cutely disheveled and swaying messily with every move he makes.

Beomgyu wrap his lips around your clit, sucking on it harshly as muffled moans escape his lips and he inserts two of his slender fingers into you, fucking them into you so needily, trying to get you to cum so bad.

He looks up at your through his pretty eyelashes with his big puppy eyes, pretty lips all wet from your juices and spit. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. And the look alone is enough to drive you over the edge, cumming as he laps it all up with his tongue flicking over continuously and obsessively.

You lift him up and hesitantly he stops gripping on your thighs, he probably could have stayed there between them forever if you let him.

“Wait, can I…can I fuck your thighs…? Please, please.” Beomgyu asks a little shyly.

You move the hair out his eyes, “Of course, baby.”

Thank you’s leaving his mouth as he pushes your thighs together and then slips his cock through them, beomgyu’s hips stuttering at just that and he whimpers so loud and high pitched.

Snapping his hips forward, he fucks your thighs restless and erratically, going insane from just fucking your plush thighs and you find it so cute.

The sight of your jiggling thighs and tits making beomgyu’s eyes roll as he slumps and still tries pathetically thrusting into them but knowing he won’t last long, head falling into your shoulder as he gasps and moans.

“So pathetic, going dumb just from my thighs are you, baby?” You coo at him meanly and his movements only become frantically faster.

“F-fuck…ah…yeah” Beomgyu tries to respond, eyes all glazed up and head hazy. It’s only then you realise this is all happening with no camera insight but some reason you’re finding you like it even more so, and you can’t bring yourself to even think about what this might mean.

You squeeze your thighs more together and with a gasp, beomgyu bites down and nips at your shoulder, a loud strangled mewl tumbling out as his mouth as hot cum coats your thighs messily and beomgyu goes slack jawed.

Deciding you wanted to get some practice in before your lecture started, you went into one of the small practice rooms and ran through a few scales on your saxophone and a few pieces you had been learning recently, although giving up on the hard sections and playing the parts you already knew so the practice wasn’t all that efficient, you must admit.

Once you believed you’d done enough and your class would be starting soon, you zipped up your instrument back in its case, opening the door only for your case to go flying right out of your hand and skidding across the floor, bumping into someone who had come out of one of the other practice rooms and their very massive case they were holding.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” He’s quick to pick up your case, handing it back to you apologetically.

“It’s okay!” Noticing the instrument, you try to be friendly and not make the situation more awkward, “You play cello right? We could have done with another one last night. How come you’re not part of the orchestra?”

“Oh yeah I watched it. You and beomgyu did really well.” He smiles politely at you.

“Thank you! You know beomgyu?”

He turns suddenly tense at that, rubbing the back of his neck, “Um yeah. I used to be part of the orchestra with him but then I stopped going.”

“Oh cool.” You don’t try to pry him about why he left, feeling awkward yourself. “What’s your name by the way?”

“It’s Haechan.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Haechan. I’ve gotta go to my class.” You wave a goodbye, heading to your lecture room.

Sitting in your class, you scan the room to see if beomgyu was here but you couldn’t seem to find him. He hadn’t skipped any lectures recently like he used to. You check your phone to see if you missed a text from him. None. You text him yourself but he doesn’t respond. Where was he?

The lecture begins and he’s nowhere to be seen and you can’t seem to focus on what your professor is saying, you know it’s something about Spectral music, but your thoughts spiral far from it.

You tune in to the conversation going on behind you, two girls whispering and giggling and from what you can hear, playing a a game of fuck, marry, kill with the music department’s professors. Some of the answers making it hard for yourself not to chuckle.

Soon they play another round, “Fuck, marry, kill…the three chois. Beomgyu, Soobin, yeonjun.” They both burst into a quiet fit of giggles.

“Wait who’s Soobin?”

“You don’t know him? He’s that Literature student who works part time in the library.”

“Oh! Him! He’s cute! Hmmm. Fuck Beomgyu, Marry Soobin, kill yeonjun.”

“What? You’d seriously fuck Choi Beomgyu?” One of the girls incredulously laughs.

“What? Is that not what he’s well known for? I’d so fuck him. He’s hot.”

“But he’s just a sleazy man whore! He fucks anyone.”

“Well what would you do?”

“Marry Yeonjun and fuck Soobin. He’s tall, you know he’s got a big-”

The professor clears his throat. You’re not sure if he was able to actually hear, but the two girls quickly shut up anyway and the giggles die down. You can’t help thinking the conversation was very amusing, trying not to laugh. It’s funny to see how beomgyu is depicted and how you had also thought the same. Little did they know he was a subby camboy and a virgin before you came along.

Once the lecture finally ends, you spring out of your seat, rushing out and hurrying to beomgyu’s place as fast as you could.

You huff and puff as you slam open his door, crouching and panting and resting your hands on your knees, “Where were you?! You didn’t message me! And you didn’t respond to my texts and-”

“I’m dying.” Beomgyu croaks and sniffles, laying in his bed like a cooked vegetable, wrapped up in a blanket and tissues strewn across his mattress, lips heavily and exaggeratedly downturned.

“You’re ill.”

“Same thing.”

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Have you had any medicine?”

“No…” He grabs another tissue, sneezing rather loudly and unappealingly into it.

You go to scavenge his cabinets for a medicine similar to his symptoms and take it back to him where he shakes his head, “I’m not taking that. It’s fucking nasty.”

“Okay stay ill then. I have to go.”

“Wait! You can’t leave me whilst I’m suffering and struggling to live! Fine…i’ll…take it.” He’s quick to change his mind, not wanting to be left alone and wanting some company around.

Laughing, you pour some of it into a spoon and bring it to his cute face as he eyes it down warily and frowns.

“It’s not going to kill you, you know.”

“It might!” But with a resigned sigh, beomgyu reluctantly swallows the medicine, grimacing at the taste and shuddering, “Ew!”

You burst into more laughter at his reaction.

“You’re supposed to be comforting me right now, show me some sympathy.” Beomgyu grumbles and his lower lip juts out into a fully fledged pout at you.

“Fine, fine. What can I do?”

A mischievous glint sparkles in Beomgyu's eyes. “…you know what would make me feel much better?”

You narrow your eyes, “…what?”

“Cuddles.” Beomgyu declares, corner of his lips curling into a smirk.

You scoff and give him a disgusted look. "Cuddles? You’re diseased.”

Beomgyu's expression quickly shifts to that of a wounded puppy. He lets out a loud whine, exaggerated and melodramatic, “But I need cuddles please! It’s not contagious I promise!”

Caught between frustration and amusement, you can’t help but give in. "Fine. But I swear if I get ill-”

“Yay!”

As you reluctantly settle next to beomgyu, he wastes no time practically jumping excitedly and snuggling up to you like an oversized teddy bear as you hold him.

You couldn’t help but softly brush beomgyu’s hair off his forehead, fingers lingering longer than necessary and ending up playing with his soft long strands instead. He nuzzles up even closer to you, resembling that of an affectionate puppy, wide content smile etched on his face as his eyes remain blissfully shut, resting his head close to your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Something about it pulled at your heartstrings as you stay intertwined for a while.

But as the afternoon sun began to set, you clear your throat and reluctantly pull away. "I should probably go," You murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu looks up at you, frowning at the loss of contact, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hesitation. "Yeah... I guess."

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20 questions for fic writers

Stole this from @backjustforberena because procrastination tastes delicious and also I love a good excuse to babble. Not tagging anyone else, but if you want to steal it and tag me in your replies, I'd love to read your thoughts in turn.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

110 currently.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

249,772. Which is a whole heck of a lot more than I ever thought I'd write. (70k of those were in the last year, which is pretty amazing for me when I think about it.)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At present, primarily Fate the Winx Saga, with a side of House of the Dragon on occasion. I tend to be a serially monogamous fangirl, but right now that seems to have an Eve Best asterisk. A number of others previously, most recently BBC's Musketeers.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Never and Always (Musketeers, post-S2 Milathos-centric canon-divergence AU, also the longest thing I've written for posting ... or possibly ever?)

A Pear and an Apple (X-Men comicverse, Kitty Pryde, for Jewish Comics Day)

Lessons (Musketeers prompt fic that just kept going; me writing completely against type except insofar as I am a people pleaser)

instinctively (FtWS, Silrah kink meme fill for a sex pollen prompt)

Show Me (Musketeers, Milathos sparring plus baby's first proper smut)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I'm consistently pretty far behind, but I like to try to show appreciation for the people who take the time to comment. (Whether I do or not, commenters are a gift and I love you all.)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh dear god. Considering my predilections, I'm not even sure what would win -- considering I've used the angst tag 26 times, there are definitely a few contenders (and in hindsight, there's things without that tag which could count). I think I'd probably put it as a toss-up between let's pretend i'm a man (because in my head it does not end well) and that thunder in your lungs (despite the tag I wrote later). (Despite the death count, I would not give it to who shall i say is calling?, mostly because canon?)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably gonna give that to the fading year. Is this in large part because of @anne-in-dreamland's ridiculously soft and gorgeous art for that last scene? Entirely possible. 💙

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. I feel like I write niche enough fandoms that it's not commonplace, at least. The occasional ones I've gotten have felt more bewildered than really hateful. (Hate commenting is bad, people. Do something better with your time.)

9. Do you write smut?

I didn't for the longest time, but was convinced to try in my last fandom and found I actually enjoy the challenge -- though I have to be in the right frame of mind and it has to fit what I'm writing. There's a puzzle to both the headspaces and the words, and I like trying to figure that out.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Also rarely. I have a couple that made it to AO3, and both were with the Sandman comics, which lend themselves well to that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, which hopefully means never.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I'm aware of -- I don't mind the idea but find the idea of it being done without explicit permission to be unaccptable. (I've had one fic podficced, which was such a flattering request.)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only one, for the March Madness challenge on the Winxsource server ... and I don't know if I'd call that co-writing given the blind activity and the crack. The two collaborations I have posted were for RBB, with some wonderful artist partners.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I refuse to choose. All of my idiot children are precious emotinally-constipated morons.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. The easy answer would be Between Midnight and Dawn; the framework is all sketched out, but thanks to the circumstances I hit such egregious writer's block on it that I don't think I'll ever be able to go back and finish it. This makes me sad, because I've got some parts of future scenes written out that I love, and I very much liked the concept and that (entirely unplanned) AU and how it took on a life of its own, and the fandom was so lovely and supportive, but ... alas, no. On an unposted front, I'm beginning to realise I will probably never actually write the House of the Dragon AU where Rhaenys and Meleys limp home after Rook's Rest and everything changes as a result. Intentions good, but the distractions are infinite, and right now they show no sign of flagging.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I handle emotional beats and introspection fairly well, and I enjoy playing with word choice and sentence structure -- which people respond to positively, so let's go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action, my behated. Extended dialogue, my equally behated. Plot, my kryptonite. And yet. (If you know, you know.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Depends on the length of it, whether translation is necessary (or the requisite understanding can be inferred), and how it fits. It has its place, but it has to be handled carefully or it can really be unpleasantly jarring.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek (TNG, mostly). In pencil, on notebook paper, starting in my preteen years, and lost to the ages ... which is probably for the best.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Once again, I refuse to choose, because I'm certain that once I do I'll think of another one I love. Each and every thing I've written has had a purpose: to get something out of my brain, to explore an idea, to push myself to grow as a writer ... As long as I got something out of it, and hopefully someone (or someones, even better!) enjoyed it, that's good enough for me.

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I posted 968 times in 2022

92 posts created (10%)

876 posts reblogged (90%)

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#bts fanfiction - 31 posts

#bts fic - 28 posts

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#bts smut - 22 posts

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#when i was young i played around my family well xd trying to do that

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Radio Sweethearts (m)

🎧Pairing – [Yoongi x Reader]

🎧Genre – [Brother’s Best Friend Au, Smut, Fluff, Angst, College Au, Slow Burn, Podcast Au]

🎧Summary – [Yoongi have always been your brother’s best friend. You grew up together it was natural that you’ve fallen for him. The question is – does he feels the same? Will he ever see you as more than just his friend’s little sister?]

🎧Warnings – [sibling fall out, age gap, smut: (grinding, oral (f+m), vaginal fingering, oral fixation, cunnilingus, good morning sex, cum play, cum eating, blowjob, handjob, protected sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, brief creampie kink mention)]

🎧Word Count – [17k+]

Author Note – This fic is from 2020! It took me a crazy amount of time to spell check and rewrite entire parts to be somewhat good. I hope you will enjoy this project I planned where I rewrite some old fic of mine.

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410 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

Sweet Tooth. KSJ (m)

Pairing – Sugar Glider Hybrid! Seokjin x Reader

Genre – Hybrid AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary – [You have liked Seokjin for years and finally you decided to tell him how you feel. Your confession landed you in a sticky situation the best way possible.]

Warnings – adoption of an adult hybrid, mutual pining, fake dating briefly and not the main pair, jealous Jin, dom! Jin, healthy amount of possessiveness, smut, vaginal fingering, kissing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, big dick! jin, cum eating, finger sucking, lots of cum, creampie kink

Word Count – (5.3k)

Author note. It’s been a while since I got this request from @jinscharms​ I hope you will enjoy this and it will come as a pleasant surprise to see this notification after a long day at school! You were so sweet and let me take my time with this. I hope you’re doing well!

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418 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#3

Born This Way 2 (m)

Pairing – [Hybrid! Jimin and Jeongguk x Human! Reader (fem.)]

Genre – [Hybrid AU, Smut]

Summary – [It’s been almost four months now that you bought your hybrids from that bitch and had them tied to chairs. You had lots of fun. You’re happy that they seem to like being here with you. Or– Jimin and Jeongguk have been thriving under your care – the healthy glow is on both of their skins, taken care of both physically and mentally – and they’re very serious about always paying your kindness back tenfold.]

Warnings – [Character Development, Smut, (M x M, M x F) (!) threesome, oral (f x m), cunnilingus, sub!jiguk, soft dom!reader (very soft for her boys), guk has tattoos and lip piercing, shy!guk, lots of kisses, lots of tongues and spit used, hair pulling, cum swapping, fingering, handjob and blowjob (m x m), oral (m x m), praise (o.c. it’s for jimin), bunny!guk, cat!jimin (and he certainly gots the cream), clit rubbing, female masturbation, they watch each other a lot, begging, guided deep throating (m x m), throatpie and creampie(s), dirty talk, pet names (kitty, bunny, honey, baby etc.), cum play, cute and sexy time, unprotected sex (be safe!), double vaginal penetration, size kink, cock worship, cockriding, french kissing, belly bulge]

Word Count – [4k] – of filth!

Author note. We might meet again in part 3? Who knows.

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513 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#2

My Prince Is Charming (m)

Pairing – Prince! Jungkook x Servant! Reader

Genre – Smut, Royalty AU, Forbidden Relationship AU, Angst

Summary – Prince Jungkook overhears the stable boys talking about your pussy game and he wants to see it for himself.

Warnings – power play/dynamic, demanding and entitled jk in the beginning but gets sweet at the end, rubbing over clothes, dirty talk, blowjob, handjob, cum eating, jk cums down oc’s throat twice, unprotected sex with pulling out (remember pulling out is not a good method u can still get pregnant!), cock riding, big dick!jk, praise kink, scent kink, female masturbation, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, clit rubbing, cunnilingus, oral (f and m), teasing, overstimulation, lovemaking, sweet talk, it gets soft at the end, nudity, bathing, dirty thoughts/fantasies (both of them), sexual tension, mutual pining, virgin!jk, mention of the word ’whore’ once but no degradation, loss of virginity, forbidden love, mention of death if they get caught, oc has the hots for her prince

Word Count – (6k+);

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My #1 post of 2022

hey

can u write CEO!JK giving ridiculous tasks to assistant!y/n and she has enough and punishes him for it?

Pairing - CEO! Jungkook x Assistant! Reader

Genre - CEO AU, Pinning, Smut, Secret Crush AU

Summary - Mr Jeon to make it up to you for giving you ridiculous tasks he lets you sit in his chair and eats you out on his knees. yes. that's the plot babies

Warnings - y/n yells at kook but they obvi make up later, smut, dom!reader, sub!jungkook, dirty talk, teasing, licking over panties, oral (f), vaginal fingering, mention of masturbation (m), you cum around kookie's face, he also uses his nose to rub your clit, very slight degradation (one sentence only, you call him dumb but that's all), jk likes the taste of your pussy very much

Word Count - (2,1k)

Author note. Hope you like it!

You like to think that you're a very patient person. It's a trait that you got from your mother. It takes a lot for the people around you to rile you up so you're wondering how Jeon Jungkook could do that within five seconds. It must be a new record.  

He's your boss so try to refrain from glaring or rolling your eyes at him even when he tells you the most ridiculous task to carry out. You should give him a tight lipped smile and be on your merry way to do what the youngest CEO of the company wishes. But! Enough is enough. It was a shitty day, to begin with. First, you woke up late last night your washing machine broke down so you had no clothes to wear to the office your only option was your old pencil skirt that's way too short for you now to wear and some ugly yellow blouse. Like you said, not your day. 

Jungkook checked out your ass when you bent to pick up his pen. The pen which you're sure was not just accidentally dropped.

Getting him his fourth coffee of the day was however the last straw, one more thing and you're bound to blow up. 

"Can you get me the-"

"No, get it yourself!" You almost growl at him when he dares to bark another order for you. Yes, you're his assistant but you're not his personal maid that he can just order around. He's way past the bounds of professionalism so why should you care? Especially when you're so ready to put this bratty CEO in his place. 

"I'm not your coffee girl or your maid. Only call me if it's of some important matter otherwise I'll be doing my paperwork that I couldn't finish because of your ridiculous orders! I'm not paid to babysit a full grown manchild." 

Ok, maybe that was a little too harsh you swear you saw tears gathering behind his eyes. Slamming the door behind you was unintentional too. He did take my words seriously though since you haven't seen even a single hair of his after your outburst. 

You hope that you didn't make him cry. If he did you would feel too guilty for yelling at him. He's also the CEO if he cries after his assistant yelled at him this company is in big trouble.

You've been dreading this hour all day after that little outburst in his office but you have to clock out and maybe even wish him good night since you're feeling pretty guilty. 

You hear his soft 'come in' after you knock. His eyes go back to his paperwork when he sees it's you. He's looking pretty meek for a CEO. You're both tiptoeing around each other. You ask him if he needs you to look over something else and he tells you in a soft voice that he can take care of the rest. 

It's so awkward you want to crawl your eyes out. Fuck. You really owe him an apology.

"I'm sorry Mr Jeon I didn't mean to yell at you. I just..I was having a bad day but it's not an excuse. What I want to say is that I'm sorry and I understand if you want to fire me I'm-"

"What? Fire you? No! That's not what I want at all!" Jungkook looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. You have to admit that he's kinda cute. His tie is loosened around his neck and his hair is messy like he has carded his fingers through it to calm himself down. 

"I'm the one who is sorry Miss L/N. I know that you're not my maid and I'm sorry for being so unprofessional. I would like to keep working with you if you...if you would allow me."

You smile at his genuine apology he's usually a sweetheart a little childlike sometimes but he takes his job very seriously and he always asks about your day, your weekend he really pays attention to you and listens when you speak. 

"Apology accepted Mr Jeon." Jungkook's grin widens matching your own as the air clears around you. There's still something in your mind that you can't get over the thought of. 

"Why did you make me do all that bullshit for you? You're normally not like that. You do your job very diligently it's not like you to ask me to do coffee rounds." His ears visibly turn a hundred shades of pink. The way he avoids making eye contact with you means that he's shy for some reason. 

"I-" He stops as soon as he starts but you wait for him patiently to get his thoughts together. "I didn't know how else to get your attention. I'm so sorry I know it's childish of me. Why would you ever want to date a manchild? I'm there are more suitable men out there that-"

"Stop." You raise your hands up to stop him from rumbling further. He said what you think he said?

"Did you try to ask me out on a date all day? Wait a minute. If I get this correctly did you annoy the shit out of me so you could have the opportunity to see me? Correct?"

You groan when he nods his head so innocently. Manchild for sure. You take the time to really look at him though. He's tall handsome and powerful. That's what his business partners see or the people when he's on the top pages of the Forbes. 

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the unseen : heizou

pair: heizou x reader info: general audiences, injured animal, cars exist (modern au), slight spoilers for heizou's teapot lines, not proofread

summary: a stray cat that heizou sees goes missing, but he finds an unlikely encounter when he meets with the stray cat again.

word count: 800 words series: day 17 of au august 2023 / prompt: pet links: work tag

There was a stray cat that lingers near Heizou’s apartment. It was silent yet friendly, approaching anyone who kneeled and clicked their tongue in its direction. He’s watched it laze at various spots, gave it a few pets, but he did not have the time to sieve out good wet food from the choices at the grocery store, or pick the best cardboard box for it to rest in.

Being a detective meant long working hours, and—on day he could barely take those simple steps towards his bedroom—Heizou wonders what’s the point of investing in a good bed when he finds himself crashing on the couch. Therefore, he doesn’t have a lot of experiences with choosing nice things either, often opting for whatever is the most convenient.

His heart weighed with guilt whenever the friendly cat meowed and trotted to him, granting him a chance to destress by stroking its soft fur. He would get something for this cat, a promise he couldn’t fulfil because the cat disappeared.

It just had to be the week when things were toppling. A case with little to work with, less-than-passionate colleagues that evaded responsibility, and a boss hounding him to meet unrealistic KPIs. The missing cat added stress, and to calm his nerves, he assumed the most obvious: time has matured and nature took its course. He just hoped the cat passed peacefully.

The guilt in his heart does not vanish, however. Something about the situation did not sit right with him.

As he loiters around the neighbourhood, he decides he needs fresh scenery to help him clear his mind—not just about his empty promise but to pause from work too. His intuition tells him it’s probably the only thing he can do to cheer him up.

As he turns at a bend that he’s seen while on his way home yet have not explored where it went, he notices someone kneeling and reaching out towards some bushes. It’s you, his colleague, still in your uniform. He thought he was the only one who worked overtime today.

“Kitty,” you say in the sweetest voice you can. In response, there’s a meek meow coming from within the greenery.

He’s not a cat expert, but that sounds familiar. His heart skips a beat as theories gather in his mind.

He kneels next to you, aware of your tiny jump of surprise but his focus is on the creature hiding behind the bushes. He sees a shade of orange, white, and black in a pattern he recognises, and snaps his finger in delight.

Without haste, he fishes out treats his intuition told him to bring. He hands some to you as well, and both of you continue your mission to coo the cat out. When it does, Heizou’s heart sinks.

It limps forward, revealing a scar on its scalp.

You look at him, flabbergasted for a few seconds before something in you click. As the cat approaches Heizou’s treat, you sneak closer to it and envelope it in a hug. It struggles. You do not fight it yet hold it tightly so that it does not hurt you. He watches, slightly amused. This is not your first time you’ve captured a stray cat.

When the cat has calmed down thanks to Heizou’s constant supply of treats, you lift it off the ground and whisper soft encouragements. It merely meows in reply, unbothered and twisting its body to get more treats.

“I have a cardboard we can put it in,” Heizou offers.

“There’s no need if you know how to drive.” The cat nibbles on the last of Heizou’s treats and whines. You bop it up and down like a baby. “Hey…” you say when you look at him. “Don’t judge okay. I’ve had my far share of trouble taking care of young kids who love to bully cats. This—this is just the best way I learned to calm them down.”

The cat meows, getting a little too comfortable such that its tail wags around your arms. You stifle a laugh, trying your hardest not to shift drastically at it ticklish tease.

Heizou raises his hands in surrender. He had a small smile hence why you thought he was judging. Caught, he lets it grow to a wide grin.

“It’s cute,” he notes. “Should I re-introduce myself? You seem like a new person from the colleague I know at my workplace. Today I learned you're pretty skilled at handling cats.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile is light. “Do you know how to drive or not? The cat’s getting a little hard to hold.” Even though its snuggling right in your arms, it does wiggle, restless. “The wound might not be infected, but I wouldn’t want to stand here all night.”

Heizou gestures for you to follow. Something about this encounter causes his heart to stir—you have that glow he adores when people go out of their way to do something they believe in.

author's note: not my best work (no thoughts head empty story), but i like heizou's voicelines and i would love to make a complete story out of it one day.

[stuck-in-ffxv-hell]

My roommate's cat, the bestest of floofy bois.

His name is Miles but I call him Noctis for obvious reasons

He also plays fetch.

[saetoru]

#𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s not suguru’s fault satoru doesn’t treat you right, and it’s not his fault he can treat you better

— pairing ⋮ geto x reader (x gojo)

— tags ⋮ nsfw 18+, fem! reader, toxic! gojo, gojo x reader in the beginning, college! au, cheating (you on gojo), lovesick geto, toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism (he fucks you against a window), disclaimer this is purely fiction

— word count ⋮ 6.8k

— notes ⋮ ty ris and kitty cat for beta reading and micheth and boy scout and viva my love for looking over bits and helping me as i sobbed dbdhjfggf love you all tons

the party should be boring—it should be a bit of a slow one since it’s date night for you and gojo. geto figures if he’s not going to be occupied by his best friend, then he might as well occupy himself with a stranger for the night. it’s a bit of a routine, really, fishing out girls with eyes as close to yours as he can find, and a smile as sweet as he can get. it’s never enough, but he supposes it’s better than nothing.

he smiles at a few girls, watches the way their eyes brighten and their lashes bat and their smiles are so sincere, and then he can’t help but imagine what your smile would look like if you looked at him like that. 

he’s broken from his thoughts when he sees a pair of very familiar eyes—ones that are all too close to yours, and then he furrows his brows. it can’t be you—can it? you’re not supposed to be here, you’re supposed to be enjoying the night with his best friend (although, the thought does make his blood boil, so he can’t really say he’s complaining if you’re not.)

but he’s not mistaken, and there you are, walking in clung to gojo’s arm and pressed into his side (as always) as he saunters up to geto, and there’s a slight glumness on your face that geto can’t help but notice. he offers you a gentle smile, one you just barely reciprocate, one that even as fleeting and half-hearted as it is, makes his heart pound in his chest. he lets gojo clap his shoulder in greeting as he offers a nod in response, eyes still trained on you as you stare down at your feet. 

you look perfect. 

you’re all dolled up and god, you’re wearing that red lipstick that drives him insane. geto knows he shouldn’t, he knows this is wrong and that he should be ashamed—it’s wildly inappropriate to fantasize about someone else’s girlfriend, especially your friend’s no less—but for a fleeting moment, he lets himself imagine the way your lipstick might look smeared across his own lips. he can’t help but wonder why gojo would miss out on an opportunity to have you to himself, to have your lips on his (or maybe even other regions) in favor of being here at a party with cheap alcohol and outdated music blaring through the speakers. 

“thought it was date night?” geto asks, raising his brow, “don’t tell me you flaked on your girl to bring her to this boring—”

“nah,” gojo grins, interrupting geto and reaching to pinch your cheek in affection. geto wants to scoff at the faux display, and he wants to roll his eyes at how you seem to lean in just a little to savor it. “she doesn’t mind. love these ol’ parties, don’t you baby?”

“mhm,” you nod, offering gojo a soft smile that doesn’t quite meet your eyes. 

liar, geto wants to say. he wants to shake you by the shoulders and scream that you’re a liar, that you could score so much better, that anyone would fight tooth and nail for a chance to do all the things a certain snow-haired asshole doesn’t. but gojo seems to be happy with your response, and you seem to get just the slightest bit hopeful at his reaction. 

geto swears he can taste bile. 

“see? she’s cool with it. we can still have fun here, the two of us,” gojo grins.

it’s times like these that geto wants to punch his best friend square on the jaw, the bubbling rage almost overwhelming as he watches you let yourself be taken for granted. he could treat you so much better—could make your smile reach your eyes and let the sun kiss your skin instead of tacky neon party lights. but you lean your cheek against gojo’s arm, fingers lacing with his, and geto looks away just in time as gojo presses a kiss to the crown of your head. 

at one point, gojo satoru was completely obsessed with you—lovesick and smitten and seemingly devoted. at one point, he took you on extravagant dates and pulled out chairs and opened car doors. at one point, he answered your texts immediately and skipped things like this to give you a moment of his time. 

he was so sweet, so picture perfect, and almost too good to be true. and perhaps he is—because now, little by little, glimpses of a different gojo are surfacing, and it’s a little too late for you to see the sharp fangs that slowly start to reveal themselves as sweet words from the serpent’s tongue are whispered into your ear. gojo satoru is good at getting what he wants—it’s not as though he’s used to being told no, and geto figures if his best friend’s been able to get his way for this long, he must have his strings to pull. 

geto suguru thinks it’s rather unfair. you’re perfect—smart, funny, witty, hot. you’re everything he thinks he wants in a person if he had to make a list. but there’s just one small, teensy setback that he thinks is a little too complicated to ignore. 

you’re clearly dating his best friend. 

and there’s no mistake, geto is a loyal friend. he prides himself in being the one friend that gojo satoru has kept around since grade school, he prides himself in practically being an unofficial son to gojo’s parents, he prides himself in being in a family photo or two, and he prides himself in being the one person gojo seems to trust with anything. but then he sees you, and he sees your doe eyes and the innocent tilt of your head as you stare up at gojo—and he breaks. 

he breaks from his loyalty as soon as his heart races and pants tighten and his skin turns hot…and he just can’t get you out of his head until he’s in the bathroom, splashing cool water on his face as he breathes heavily to calm himself down. you’re perfect, and gojo just doesn’t see it—and if he does, he just doesn’t give a damn. 

and geto suguru thinks it’s rather unfair. 

he sees the way you cling to gojo’s arm in an attempt to get your boyfriend’s attention, he sees the way you try to pry gojo’s eyes from ogling at girls clad in attire that’s practically next to nothing, he sees the slight puffiness in your face from what he’s certain were tears when you both show up late to outings, he sees the way you don’t seem to talk to anyone again as soon as gojo’s eyes send them a sharp glare through burning jealousy, and he sees the way you just seem lonely—like you’re dating his best friend without really dating him, and he wonders why you stick around when someone else could treat you so much better. 

someone like himself. 

“satoru,” you start, and geto doesn’t miss the way gojo’s eyes almost roll, “do you want to—”

“hold that thought. i’ll be right back, baby,” gojo cuts you off, flashing a charming little grin at you as he pulls his arm from your grasp, “gonna go get us some drinks.” gojo is so good at being charming, so good at making you soften as you seem to stare at him with starry eyes that tell geto you're touched by the action. 

but geto knows better. he knows exactly what’s happening as gojo shoots him a look, one that screams thank god that he’s finally pulled away from you, and geto can’t help but clench his fists. but then your face turns sour as soon as gojo is out of earshot, and geto’s eyes furrow in slight confusion.

“well, he’s off,” you mumble, sighing to yourself in defeat. okay, so you’re more aware than he initially thought. geto looks at you with sympathy—a look you’ve come to hate after dating gojo for as long as you have—as he nods. 

“probably won’t be back for a bit,” he adds, and under the ruse of a playful jab at his friend’s expense, he offers you an opening, a chance to talk. he stares at you carefully to see if you’ll take his invitation to open up. 

because geto suguru wants to be there for you, he wants to wipe your tears and make you smile (though he’d prefer there weren’t any tears to begin with), and he wants to offer you solace in a way no one else has—just so maybe, one day, you’ll see how sweet he can be, how dedicated and loyal and caring he is. just so maybe, one day, you’ll see how you might have picked the wrong guy, and that the right one is closer than you think.

he wants you to see he’s everything gojo satoru is not. and he thinks it’s about time you see that it’s a good thing—and a good thing for you.

“it’ll be a miracle if he and i leave this party together,” you mutter, “he’ll probably get too drunk to drive me home.”

“he drives like he’s drunk even when he’s sober,” he raises a brow with a grin. you laugh, a sweet and melodic thing, and if he had a tail, he thinks it might be wagging. 

“true,” you giggle, “i’d fear for my life either way.”

“how’s he never got a speeding ticket,” geto mutters, shaking his head in slightly amused fondness. you snort, inspecting your nails as you crack a fond smile yourself. 

“he’s always been a sweet talker. i’m sure he’s been pulled over at least once.”

“probably cried his way out,” geto adds.

“probably sported a snotty nose for the full effect,” you joke, and then you both laugh, forgetting for a moment that your boyfriend discreetly abandoned you in favor of doing god knows what. 

it’s comfortable, the silence. not the usual tense with gojo. you sigh softly, and he watches as a few people all but dry hump each other to the music in the distance as they “dance.”

“i can drive you, by the way,” geto offers after some time, making you give him a grateful smile. he’s almost embarrassed to admit how much that little smile of yours makes his heart hammer, how much it makes his breath hitch and palms sweat and world spin. he thinks it’s rather pathetic that a smile is enough to validate him as much as it does—but he can’t help but wonder, how long has it been since you’ve smiled at gojo like that? 

it has to have been a long time, especially when the asshole hasn’t really cared to try and make your lips curl in such a sweet way as of late. 

“thank you, suguru,” you smile warmly, and the sound of his name on your tongue is too saccharine for him to handle—his first name (he silently thanks gojo for doing one good thing in his life and getting you both on first-name basis). “i appreciate it. you’re a sweet guy, satoru always tells me about you.”

now that—that’s a bit of a wound in his heart. geto certainly hates the way gojo treats you, he hates the way gojo’s arms hold everything he wants in the world without even taking a moment to realize the weight of your worth, he hates the way your face isn’t as happy and gleeful as it should be when you’re around his best friend—but still, he loves his best friend. geto might hate the things gojo does, but he could never hate him. 

but he also loves you, and he feels guilt flood his conscience that he wants you to speak poorly of gojo right now. here he is, fantasizing about taking something away from his friend, hoping and damn near praying for you to realize that gojo is a mistake. he wants you to see gojo for what he is—a horrible boyfriend, and geto needs you to see him for who he is—the one that could be an infinitely better one. 

“does he?” geto asks smoothly, raising a brow and feigning indifference, “i didn’t think satoru mentioned me much. probably all embarrassing things, he’s always been a bastard like that.” bastard doesn’t even begin to describe gojo satoru.

you giggle again, and he almost feels nauseated at how perfect you sound. 

“of course, he mentions you, silly,” you huff, “and it’s always good things. he likes you, you know.”

“we’ve been friends our whole lives, i would pray he does,” geto chuckles lowly, staring at you amused.

“you know what i mean,” you roll your eyes, reaching to playfully shove at his shoulder. he thinks he might be sick, thinks he might have to pull the same asshole move as gojo and leave you stranded if this is what you’ll do to him. his breath stills at the slight touch—you feel so warm, and he has to fight himself to not grab your retreating hand. “you’re probably the only friend he really likes,” you hum, “he doesn��t seem genuinely fond of the rest.”

“he’s not the most genuine guy to most, yeah,” geto snorts, shaking his head fondly. “actually, i think he might just hate everyone.”

“not you though,” you laugh. 

“or you,” he adds, and then your eyes falter, and so does his smile. 

fuck, he thinks, mind running a mile a minute. he’s probably ruined your mood, probably hurt your feelings, probably made you feel bad about your relationship, possibly even made you want to be left alone. what if you cry? or want to go home? or—

“well, i dont know about that one,” you say bitterly. “satoru could fool me if he’s trying to act like he cares.”

“what do you mean?” he asks, voice strained. as if you don’t know, he spits at himself in his head, as if you don’t see it yourself. 

you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“he flirts with other girls, gets mad at me for talking to any guy that’s not him, cancels every plan we ever make, and all we ever do is argue anymore,” you rant, and you must be fed up to be listing all these things to your boyfriend’s best friend, the same guy who could repeat everything right back to gojo in a heartbeat (not that geto would ever do that to you—your secrets could send him right to his grave and he’d lay himself down with a smile on his face.) 

and truth be told, geto is fed up too. he’s fed up with watching gojo slowly break you down and not doing anything about it, and he’s fed up with being selfless and hurting while gojo is selfish and uncaring. 

maybe it’s time he’s a little selfish too.

“sounds hellish,” he says quietly. 

“you have no idea,” you grumble. he wants to say he has a better idea than you think—but the words get caught in his throat. 

“so why are you still with him?” he blurts instead, and to his dismay—and slight heartache too—your eyes suddenly soften. you pause, biting your lip, and suddenly, you don’t seem mad anymore. you seem apologetic. like you’re sorry for talking ill about your boyfriend in his absence, like you’re sorry you dared to see a flaw in him, like you’re sorry you ever opened your damn mouth at all. 

your mouth parts to speak, and he knows instantly that it’s going to be some bullshit excuse on gojo’s behalf, and he grits his teeth. 

“well, he’s never been in a serious relationship, you know? this is his first, and i don’t want to be too harsh on him—”

“are you serious?” geto interrupts, scowling as he stares at you in disbelief. you almost look offended, your face crinkling unhappily at his tone. 

“well, yeah. he tries his best. it’s just, sometimes he just doesn’t realize he’s being a little—”

“that’s what you’re gonna call it? trying his best?” geto offers you an unamused chuckle, and you scowl, crossing your arms at him with raised brows. 

“what would you know? you’re the single one here, last i checked. what are you, the relationship expert now?”

“doesn’t take an expert to know you’re letting him get away with shit you shouldn’t, sweetheart,” geto shoots back, and your eyes take on a dangerous glint. “and trust me, i’ve known satoru since childhood, shared a bed with him way before you have. he’s anything but unaware.”

he should stop—he should shut up and back off and save face so you don’t hate him, but geto can’t. he can’t understand why you’re not seeing it, why you’re not seeing him, why you’re not seeing how this could all be so much better if you realized you chose the wrong best friend and walked out of gojo’s arms to be in his. 

“he’s your best friend, suguru. why are you so against him? what, you don’t wanna see him happy?” you challenge. 

“well, are you happy?” he challenges back, and he’s just the slightest bit satisfied that you’re caught off-guard. he stares at the way your mouth opens to speak, but nothing seems to come out as you fumble for words to string into a response. he crosses his arms, staring at you knowingly—almost just a bit smugly—and he can tell you hate it. 

but he knows you hate even more that he’s right. 

“why don’t you back off? this is none of your business, geto.” 

that makes him stiffen.

geto. geto? the sound of his surname rolling off your tongue so venomously makes him see red. for a moment, he almost sees gojo in you. he sees narrowed eyes that stare into him like he’s your prey, like he’s the mouse and you’re the snake waiting to sink your teeth into him, and he stares at you with wide eyes. 

and then something in him snaps, something angry and bitter and hurt and so incredibly tired. it’s not fair. it’s not fair that gojo gets to treat you like a burden, or an afterthought, or someone that’s just there, while geto wants to make you feel like the sun is at the reach of your fingertips—and what’s worse is that in the end, gojo gets to be satoru (sometimes even just toru) and he’s reduced down to geto instead of suguru. 

and geto suguru thinks it’s rather unfair, and he’s sick and tired of pretending like he can shove it down and watch this go on for any longer than it already has. 

“yeah? fine then,” he mutters, grabbing your arm and pulling you along, making you gasp as you struggle in his hold. he makes sure not to hurt you—because really, he could never—but he doesn’t give you any room to escape. you stumble as he weaves you both through the crowd, ignoring the stares and the pauses and the worried glances, ignoring the way people whisper and point as you struggle and yell for geto to let go while he only grits his teeth and pulls you along faster. 

–

it’s not until he finds an empty room does he let go of your wrist—a room that he rather harshly told a couple to leave from (after he lied about it being his). you stare at him bewildered, eyes boring into his as he looks at you with something akin to rage. but there’s something else in his gaze, something close to hurt, you think, but that can’t be it…can it?

“what is your issue tonight—” but geto cuts you off before you can finish asking. 

“my issue is that you’re with the wrong fucking guy,” he spits, watching as your eyes widen in shock (and confusion), “satoru is a jackass and he doesn’t fucking love you. not like me,” he digs his own finger into his chest to gesture to himself. your eyes have never widened as much as they have, and geto clenches his shirt in his fist.

“wha—suguru, you…what about…,” you trail off, unsure of what to say—because really, what can you? letting out a shaky sigh, you shake your head, “no, you can’t. you can’t feel this way about—”

“well, i do,” he says firmly, eyes staring into yours desperately. “you and i both know i’d never be like him,” he adds softly.

stop talking, suguru, he thinks, stop making things worse. you’re going too far—but then the words keep spilling, worse than the last. 

“satoru doesn’t know that you hate parties, or that you don’t even like that stupid fucking grape soda he always gets you. i’d get you orange cause it’s your favorite—cause i know that stuff. me.” you open your mouth to protest, likely to claim that you do in fact like grape soda when he cuts you off before you can. “and he rolls his fucking eyes when you call him,” he adds, “see it with my own eyes whenever we hang out.”

that’s a low one, he has to admit, a dirty card to use, but his brain can’t keep up with his tongue. 

“n-no he doesn’t,” you say quietly, lip wobbling as tears spring in your eyes. “you’re just saying that b-because…because you want me to—”

“he puts his phone on do not disturb when you text him, he lies about where he is, he flirts with waitresses at restaurants, he’s a fucking asshole,” geto continues. 

that’s enough, she’ll never speak to you again if you don’t stop, his mind screams. 

“suguru,” you warn weakly, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even take a breath. 

“he treats you like a puppet, don’t you fucking see it? makes you do things you don’t want, controls things, makes you apologize when you didn’t do shit—”

“suguru!” you repeat louder, voice a shrill and desperate scream, and he wonders if it’s to shut him up or to run away from the truth. there are tears streaming down your face by now, a steady stream, rolling down your puffy cheeks one by one. 

“oh c’mon! he’s practically only nice to you when he wants to fuck you! how is that love?” he spits, and your breath hitches, making him pause. 

you stare at him, eyes wide and mouth parted and body frozen in shock, and geto pants as he stares at you pleadingly—like he’s begging you to see that he’s been waiting this whole time to be noticed. but then he notices your face, the extent of your tears, the way your eyes are almost pleading with him to take it all back, and his heart clenches as his own eyes widen. 

he falters, unsure how he’s let himself go this far. you’re crying…and geto promised himself that he’d never be the reason you’d cry—but then again…is this really his doing? is it really him if he’s just listing all the things gojo has done?

“hey,” he whispers, taking slow steps to reach you, hand slowly reaching for your face. if you could’ve willed yourself to meet his gaze, then maybe you’d have seen the slight hurt that paints over his features when you take a small step back—but it doesn’t stop him. geto is going to give you an apology—even if it’s the last thing he does. “hey, i’m sorry. i went too far,” he whispers, “please don’t cry, sweetheart.” 

his voice is a soft coo, all while his thumbs are reaching for your cheeks and wiping your tears. it’s soothing, the drag of his thumb, gentle and so careful—like you’re fragile and worth being cautious for. gojo has never stopped to wipe your tears like this…and then you realize he’s never stopped to apologize like this either—even when you know he knows he’s wrong.

it makes your heart beat a little faster, and even if you shouldn’t, you find yourself craving just a little more of geto’s touch.

“but he said,” you sniffle, “he…he said he wants me,” your voice cracks, “said i make him happy.” 

you don’t know if you’re insisting to geto or yourself at this point.  

“i know,” he murmurs, and in a moment, your cheek is pressed against a sturdy chest, two muscled arms wrapping tightly around you and shielding you from everything that can hurt you—even if that’s geto himself. but then you wonder…is it geto who’s hurting you, or the truth in his words? “but he doesn’t act like it,” he reminds you gently, and geto is being patient with you, you realize. something else gojo never is. 

“but satoru…he…he loves me, he’s just—”

“and i love you,” he argues. you’re not supposed to feel your heart start to race just a little, and you’re certainly not supposed to feel just a tad bit relieved at a confession like that—but geto is sweet. he’s gentle and delicate and just a little fragile, and he’s everything gojo isn’t. you’re tired of fighting for a spot in gojo’s life—and even more tired of having everyone watch you do it. “but i’d love you right. let me show you what it feels like when it’s right. can i show you? please, sweetheart?”

and he begs—he’s begging you to let him love you, to show you what your boyfriend can’t, to treat you like you deserve. all reason leaves your mind as soon as his hands lightly grasp at your waist, and then his lips hover over yours, almost like he’s asking for permission, almost like he’s just waiting for the push. 

suddenly, you don’t care about gojo anymore. you don’t even think about him when you nod slowly and stare into geto’s eyes. 

“okay,” you whisper, “i–yeah…okay,” you nod. 

it happens all too fast—all before you can comprehend that this is wrong and before you can change your mind. the light that breaks over geto’s face at your words makes your heart flutter in a way gojo hasn’t in a really long time, so long that you throw away all reason. just the brush of his lips against yours makes you gasp, body leaning into his as quickly as possible, lips pressing firmly against his and drinking him in. 

he sighs softly against your mouth, hands cupping your cheeks and thumbs stroking your warm skin. it’s so gentle—it’s so careful, so meaningful and soft and loving and everything you’ve been missing out on. and if satoru is the sun, you think suguru is pouring rain, each drop seeping into every crevice and every crack of your soul and filling you up, soothing over and placating the aching burns and stinging heat that satoru leaves behind. 

“i love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, pecking all over your face slowly, taking his time to map every inch of your skin and explore the dips of your features with his lips. “love you, love you, love you—so much more than he does. so much more than he can.” 

“suguru—”

“let me show you, please. need to show you,” he mumbles, “that i love you. that you’re perfect. that satoru was a mistake. i’ll show you real love.”

“show me, suguru,” you say breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cling to his body, “want you to love me,” you murmur. 

“fuck,” he grunts, the taste of your lips—and that fucking red lipstick he loves—is better than he imagined. and then it happens all too quickly. you’re shoved against the nearest window, his hands are tugging off clothes, yours slipping his shirt over his arms, and his lips wander over to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving marks in their wake. “been wanting to do this for so long. you have any idea what you do to me? no pussy’s like yours,” he mumbles. 

geto presses kisses across your cheeks, nibbles gently on the flesh affectionately in a way that almost feels more intimate than sex itself, in a way that makes you let out a soft giggle. you can’t remember the last time you giggled while gojo fucked you. 

“you haven't even felt it yet, weirdo,” you say through soft gasps, your hands finding their way to his hair and tugging on the strands as his lips move to press against the sweet spot under your ear, leaving a small mark for you to remember him by. 

“oh yeah?” he chuckles, smiling against your skin, “i don’t need to,” he mumbles. his cock is throbbing as it strains against his pants, and he grinds himself over your clothed cunt. he smirks to himself just a little when he notices how wet you are even through the fabric. “nobody’s as perfect as you. satoru’s a fucking lunatic,” he breathes, “you got this pretty little face,” he leaves a trail of kisses across both your cheeks, “pretty little lips,” he plants a soft peck on them, “pretty little tits,” his hands unclasp your bra and send it flying across the room behind him as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his hand reaches to pinch and roll the other. 

“su-suguru,” you gasp, fingers tangling into his dark locks, pulling them until his bun loosens into a messy one with stray strands sticking out. he groans slightly at the feeling, moving his lips to attach to your other tit as his hand moves down to slip past your waistband, tugging down your pants and underwear in one go. you whine as he pulls away, pouting at the loss of his tongue rolling over your pebbled nipple. 

“what? satoru never does that?” he smirks, “you seem like you enjoyed that.”

“no, but he does that,” you huff, lips curling into a pout, “you act as cocky as him.”

“well, we are best friends,” geto murmurs, hand cupping your cheek as he leans just barely over your lips, pulling away slightly when you try to close the gap, huffing out a breathy laugh when you glare at him. “we’ve got some things in common.”

cute—you’re so cute, and he wonders how gojo has you wrapped around his finger and not the other way around. 

“hopefully there are some things you don’t,” you whisper, and then his lips are on yours, pressed hard against you as he all but pours himself into you. kissing satoru is like giving up the oxygen in your lungs to get just one more moment, but kissing suguru is like a breath of fresh air—like you have all the time in the world and no one to take it away. 

“well, for one, i think i have better hair,” he says in between kisses, making you giggle again as his thumb rubs circles into your hips before his hand wanders until his finger is dragging along your slick folds. you let out a tiny gasp, eyes fluttering closed and leaning your head back against the glass of the window as his fingers inch past you, until he’s knuckles deep and you’re squirming for him to move. 

“suguru, do something,” you whine, and he grins down at you, pearly whites flashing as he takes in how pretty you look just for him. 

“gotta take my time with you,” he hums, “be patient, sweetheart.”

true to his word, he takes his time, angling his fingers as he thrusts in and out of you slowly, almost curling into your sweetest spots in slow motion as your mouth hangs open and wanton moans spill from your swollen lips. he watches, lets himself savor the sight—because he deserves it, he deserves to give himself a show after being so patient this whole time. he thinks how it’s your turn for patience. 

“p-please,” you sob, trying to roll your hips and pick up his pace, “faster…f-faster, suguru—” you cut yourself off with a whimper when his thumb rolls over your clit—and even that seems to be deliberately slow. geto seems to fuck you on his fingers for his own pleasure, like he wants to—not like it’s something he has to do so you’re ready for the real thing. 

your mind is too consumed by the steady ache building between your legs, too focused on the way his touch ignites your skin and leaves you flushed to even think about how much better this is than when your own boyfriend does it. 

“okay, sweetheart,” he coos, chuckling when you stare up at him through wide, watery eyes, “you know i’d never say no to you,” he leans down and kisses your jaw, letting your arms wrap around his neck and tug him closer, “look so pretty like this. for me.”

finally, finally, his fingers pick up their pace, wet sounds ringing through the room as he bullies his digits into you, fingers coated in your slick as his palm rolls over your clit. your voice lilts higher in pitch when he curls into a certain spot, making your arms wrap tighter around him as you clutch onto his body. your thighs quiver and your chest heaves and you can barely stand upright—and then you cum. hard. the pleasure burns through your spine as your hips buck against his hand and your mouth parts with a silent scream, walls spasming around his fingers as he slowly rides you through your orgasm. 

“suguru—fuck suguru ‘m cumming,” you whine, eyes squeezed shut as he watches you in awe. his hand squeezing your cheeks together makes your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze. 

“nuh uh, pretty. keep your eyes on me,” he commands, and you stare right into his eyes as the last waves of your orgasm crash over you, drinking in the way he watches you like you’re something ethereal—and you suppose to geto, you are, however foreign that feeling might be. 

his lips are instantly on yours, a mess of teeth and tongue clashing, desperate and needy as he hungrily drinks in your gasps and pours in groans of his own. his tongue explores your mouth, and he lets out a soft moan when your hands travel down to his crotch, hand slowly palming him through his pants.

his breath goes ragged as you slip his length out past the waistband, smirking slightly to himself when he watches you marvel at his girth. your hand slowly pumps him a few times, gliding your thumb through the slit and smearing pre cum over the velvety skin of his reddened tip. geto hisses as he fights back a needy moan, inhaling sharply when your hand slowly pulls away. 

“what if satoru comes looking for us,” you finally whisper, breaking him away from the short moment he takes to stare at your figure. his eyes darken, and then he’s sliding out of his jeans, watching as your gaze falls to his cock as your eyes rake over it now that it’s out in the open fully. 

“still thinking of him when you’ve got me?” he sneers, hands grabbing both of yours and pinning them over your head, making your eyes widen, “i’ll fuck his name right out your system. fuck you so stupid you only remember one name—mine,” he growls, and you almost come undone at the possessiveness laced in his tone. 

gojo has always been possessive—but it’s always been to cage you. geto makes you feel like there’s only one place you’re meant to belong, and it’s always going to be with him. 

you lean in, a surge of confidence washing over you as you grin, leaning in until your lips hover over his and he can feel your warm breath fan across his face. you almost miss the slight hitch of his breath, your lips curling up at the edges in even more smugness. 

“then what are you waiting for?” you hum, “satoru would have me pressed against this window by now—”

“you talk too much, sweetheart,” geto grunts as he interrupts you, and instantly, your cheek is pressed against the window as he turns your body, your palms lying flat against the glass to brace yourself as geto grabs your hips and just barely slides his tip to rub up and down your entrance. you whimper, pressing back to try and get more, and he tuts, gripping your hips tighter to keep you in place. “don’t be greedy now,” he says smugly, “you were the one talking about another man.”

he must bring in the inner brat in you, you think—and it’s partly because he’s already spoiling you and partly because he just pays such close attention, but you huff as you glance at him over your shoulder. 

“technically you’re the other man,” you remind him. gritting his teeth, he slips his length past your folds instantly, bottoming out as his tip kisses your sweet spot. he all but pulls out completely before slamming into you again, and you gasp, moaning with a high-pitched squeal as he groans lowly from your walls clamping down on him. 

“then we’ll just have to change that,” he spits, “we’ll make sure i’m the only man.” 

his cock drills into your cunt, skin slapping against skin as his tip slams deep into you, making your hips try and match his rhythm as you fuck into him and meet his thrusts. you choke on gasps, mewling when his hand reaches over you to toy with your clit, rubbing circles as he groans into your neck. 

“suguru,” you cry, “l-like that. please.” his forehead falls to the crook of your neck, heavy pants and low moans meeting your ears, making the ache between your legs build more at the sound of him as he breathes your name. 

“so fuckin’ tight,” he rasps, “told you there’s no pussy like yours,” he moans, and his words would have made you flush, but you’re too busy grinding onto his length and chasing your high to fully register what he says. his hand trails from your hip to loosely wrap around your tit, resting there as he squeezes and pinches your nipple with his fingers. his other hand is still playing with your clit, and you feel your legs shake as your second orgasm quickly approaches you. 

“wish i l-let you fuck me sooner,” you stutter, gasping as you feel his veins drag along your walls and his tip slams into your sweet spot, making your back arch against his chest as he keeps you standing upright. your palms are sweaty against the glass, and you should be worried that anyone who looks up from the front lawn could easily see you—but it only excites you more, making your walls flutter around him. 

“so wet for me,” he coos, “you ever get this wet for satoru? does he even fuck you right? can’t be if you’re falling apart so easily,” he smiles slyly into your neck as he sucks on the skin, leaving marks that he hopes to god gojo will see. “well? does he, sweetheart?”

“n-no—only you, suguru,” you wail. ​ 

“that’s right,” he says breathily, “‘m not letting you cum for anyone but me from now on,” he growls, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel, feeling the familiar sensation of your orgasm creeping up on you. you know geto is close too from the way his pants are almost whiny, his pace turning sloppy as he ruts his hips desperately into you. 

you feel his cock twitch, and with a few more thrusts of his hips and glides of his thumb on your clit, you cum again, walls spasming around his cock as your mouth hangs open in a shrill wail. he lets out a breathy moan—lilting at the end to a soft whine as he spills into you with thick, hot spurts of cum. 

“f-fuck, fuck you’re so perfect,” he groans, “so good, so sweet—all mine. want you to be mine…i could treat you so well, could love you so well,” he babbles, sloppy thrusts of his hips riding you both through your highs. 

“p-please, suguru,” you whimper as you ride out the last few waves of your orgasm, “want you. only you,” your voice is so endearing, so precious—geto swears he falls in love all over again. you think you can get used to this, and for a moment, you bask in geto’s soft affection as his thumb slowly rubs circles into your hip. 

not even for a second does gojo cross your mind—not even an ounce of guilt. you don’t worry about if he’s searching for you, how he’ll react if he finds out, or even about the simple fact that you've cheated. 

geto is too intoxicating—too warm and comforting and close that it makes your mind blank. 

and it’s unexpected, really—gojo doesn’t know how else to react except let his eyes widen in horror when he comes to the front lawn to look for you and geto. he stands there in shock, looking up to the window and watching as you cum on his best friend’s cock. bright blue eyes meet dark obsidian ones, and gojo swears there’s pure smugness on geto’s face when he watches him press a kiss to your cheek. 

rip gojo even tho u deserved it pal. again disclaimer: i don’t think of any of the characters to be toxic in this manner this is purely fiction

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catsitting with enhypen! <3

pairing; enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings; mentions of biting, cursing

genre; fluff, domestic au

word count; 800+

requested; nope!

a/n; i saw enha play with kitties and i was like “i gotta write it” so here we are. also hee’s part is so long im sorry rn im just like “heeseung 🫶” forgive me anyways pls enjoy!

heeseung;

omg he’s so happy when you tell him you’re gonna bring a kitten home for the day

you were taking care of it for a friend and wtv

heeseung literally just “KITTY” and SPRINTED towards the door

he’s so real for that cause same

the whole time he’s babying it ohhh :(

that kitten is in his arms and he’s carrying it around as if it were his child

head in hands HE USES A BABY VOICE TO TALK TO THE KITTEN

“awww my little kitty :((“ cooing and shit

“can we keep it? ☹️” “no.” “please? ☹️” “no.” “pleaseeee? ☹️” u just. “no.”

HE WILL BEG WITH A POUT AND BIG EYES

heeseung’s master manipulator era

he didn’t even let you get near it not even to help him take care of it

“hee, you need to let me help.” “NO.” he just walks away with the kitten in his arms

when it’s time to return the kitty he’s literally sobbing

he WILL NOT let go

“you can get another one 😒” “HEESEUNG.”

literally had to pry that kitten away

u got him a kitten later on though so he forgave you for the whole “ripping away his child” thing

jay;

oh he’s upset

he gets that you’re doing your friend a favor but he’s allergic to cats and you know this

“are you serious, y/n?” “BUT THE KITTY IS SO CUTE ☹️” “fucking hell…”

in the end he agrees BUT you have to always be ten feet away from him.

he literally walks around the house with a mask on cause there is no way he’s inhaling those car hairs.

“jay, you won’t die.” “you have no idea how much allergies suck.” “take a pill.” “NO. 🙄”

there is no convincing him.

yeah he thinks the kitten is cute but he wasn’t gonna get sick over it

FINALLY you have to give the kitten back

if jay feels sad he won’t tell you

“jay say bye to the kitten.” jay: 🙁

he’s still gonna act like he doesn’t want it there

you learned to never baby sit a cat again

(jay still wanted you to bring more home though)

jake;

dog lover #1

“why couldn’t your friend have a puppy?” “shut up and go get me a bowl.”

at first he hates the kitten and the kitten hates him

my mans got bitten 😞

“cats are spawns of satan and you cannot convince me otherwise.”

the whole day hes glaring at that poor kitty

the kitten who just wants to go home:

eventually jake decided to give it another chance and he tried his best to not be mean to it

“bite me again and i’m sending you to the pound.” “JAKE NO”

anyways they became besties after that

“jake let go of that poor cat” “BUT ITS SO ADORABLE HOW DID I HATE IT BEFORE??? ☹️”

he now wants a cat but he didn’t wanna cheat on layla so he decided against it

he gave it back normally but he’s now doing research on where he can get a kitten (without letting layla know)

sunghoon;

dog lover #2

but he isn’t anti cats either

he’s the second most normal one of the bunch

no fights or almost dying from cat hairs

he just vibes with it

he does get a little attached but it’s okay

“we can get our own kitten”

but it’s not the same for him 💔💔 he still loves his other kitten tho

sunoo;

they either hate each other or love each other

for this let’s act like they’re besties

love at first sight for these two srsly

you’re trying to get sunoo’s attention and he just

“don’t talk to me i’m with the baby 🙄” MF

but it makes u happy to see them get along

they take naps tgt and they eat tgt they do everything tgt

he doesn’t wanna give the kitten back but ofc he gives in eventually

“so do you wanna get a kitten?” “WE JUST LEFT.” “so a yes?”

jungwon;

THEYRE SOULMATES. BESTIES. 🤞🤞🤞

they meow at each other like literal conversations but in cat

“jungwon-“ “SHHH it’s telling me a story” he has the cat against his ear

you just let them be and it’s better for you since you don’t have to do anything

just like sunoo they do anything together

“can we please cuddle?” “the kitten says no.”

mf 😒

he really just kitten>>>you

riki;

best cat dad™️

hes so sweet

HE GIVES THE KITTEN NOSE KISSES AND LITTLE BELLY RUBS 😞

“you are now my baby! 😁” “riki you’re sixteen.” “teenage father.”

he has adopted that cat by now its HIS.

treats it like a newborn he has him everywhere

he puts the kitten inside his hoodie 😞💔

“need to keep my baby warm 🥰”

hes so in love with that kitten it hurts

he plays around with it sm :( literally they both run around like babies

“im not giving this kitten back.” he gave it back.

he was heartbroken. his world just fell apart

not even kidding hes sobbing on the way back to ur house

“riki its okay it was literally just a day.” “HE IS MY BABY. I BASICALLY RAISED HIM.”

u got him a kitten to make him happy cause happy baby riki 🫶

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