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[scribblestatic]

Because I like to make stuff up just from the most vague of associations, I recently talked about COTL and I'm writing an SVSSS fic on my other AO3 account, so now, we have Sheep Yuan.

Basically, Shen Yuan transmigrates and is gonna get put into Shen Qingqiu at an earlier time, but Shen Qingqiu's soul is a tenacious motherfucker, so it doesn't give up despite his qi deviation. Without a good vessel to put Shen Yuan's soul in, the system finds the nearest body that can accommodate him.

It ends up being in the body of a spirit sheep on Xin Ya (fan-made) Peak with all the rest of the beasties being studied and/or eaten (they do animal husbandry and farming, too).

Sheep Yuan doesn't quite remember his past life at first because yeah, the little lamb brain needs time to process human thought. Like, sheep are smart, but not quite able to compute to the same level as humans, so the sheep body's gonna have to adapt. So, he kinda follows through the usual sheep things after he manages to stand up, not realizing he'd been a stillborn lamb just a few moments ago.

He also doesn't immediately realize that his "mother" in this world died during childbirth until later because he was supposed to be a twin. But he and his twin got impacted and the spirit sheep couldn't handle it. All three had died, but somehow, he survived. So, now, he gets hand-fed. Despite the peak lord of Xin Ya telling the disciples not to name the animals or get too attached since they provide food for many of the peaks, one disciple does start calling him Shēng Huán (生还 = To Survive).

He's being raised and monitored on Xin Ya like other farmed spirit animals, and he's alright as long as he gets his food and has a nice place to sleep. Despite spirit sheep being herding creatures, he's not the most popular amongst his peers, so he tends to dwell around the humans more. But as he becomes more aware, he realizes that some of the lambs and sheep have gone missing, and because he's not only a sheep, he puts two-and-two together and realizes he's on the menu.

So, he starts trying to escape, despite the fact he's not even fully weaned off his milk yet. When he can't manage to escape, he tries acting cute so no one thinks about eating him just yet.

Also, as a spirit sheep with more intelligence, he figures out how to cultivate, which is something most spirit and demonic creatures figure out naturally. Since he was born a spirit sheep, he got a head start rather than a mortal cat or dog or something. So, he starts cultivating to try and acquire a human body to avoid getting eaten.

One day, he's finally put on the roster for slaughter because of a larger meat order (Dammit Bai Zhan!! Stop eating so much meat!!!). In his panic as he's led to the slaughter room, he uses qi and manages to escape, fleeing the mountain as quickly as possible.

The problem now, though, is that he's terribly lost and he's not sure he got away from Cang Qiong. In fact, he's almost certain he's still on the mountain somewhere because the qi is still quite dense! He has to escape before he's put on someone's plate!

What he doesn't realize is that he fled to Qing Jing Peak.

The grass there is tasty, so he gets a bit distracted while eating it. But then he hears a scuffle and, despite being a prey animal, goes to see what's going on. There, he sees a fluffy-haired boy getting beaten up by a bunch of older kids while a younger girl cries out beside him.

I'm sorry, human girl, but I'm sure this "A'Luo" whose name you're calling out would very much appreciate it if you did something other than that! Maybe throw a punch or a kick or something!

Anyway, he sees the boy get pretty beat up and watches as the group leaves, satisfied. The boy and girl talk, and he only kind of understands human language--he's still learning, okay? He's looking for some sort of jade guanyin? There's so much greenery around, how is this A'Luo supposed to find that?

But, well, 'Yuan,' as he calls himself (not sure why he insists on that...hmm) decides to help. With his superior animal senses + cultivation combo, he sees the guanyin hanging off a branch. He's not sure how to get it down, though...

Well, he has horns, so maybe he could knock it down!

Once the children head off, he starts knocking his head against the tree. And, yikes, it kinda hurts a bit, but good thing he's got a thick skull and nice curved horns growing in! So he smacks the tree until he manages to use qi through his horns and crack the trunk. The branches shake, and finally, the jade guanyin falls!

...Now, how is he supposed to get it to that A'Luo? And why does he even care that much? Sure, the kid looked so cute and sad, like a little bun, but he's a prey animal and those children are predators that could eat him!!

Still...just the thought of leaving the fluffy black sheep without the guanyin made his little heart hurt. Maybe he felt kinship toward that fluffy little boy.

Following the boy's scent as he trailed through the bamboo and forest, he found it strongest at a woodshed of all places. How strange...he must go there often. It's almost night time, so he likely wouldn't return. Anyway, he'd just leave the guanyin on the ground in front of the door and--

Luo Binghe returned to the woodshed with his unhealed bruises and ruddy eyes, having spent some more time searching for his guanyin. But he stopped, seeing a sheep on the mountain. Different animals went around the peaks as they pleased, but there definitely weren't any spirit sheep on the peak. So why was--

But his thoughts stopped when he saw the guanyin in the sheep's mouth.

Caught in the act, Yuan gives up and slowly approaches the boy, keeping his head low and legs ready in case he needed to run away. The boy felt...strong somehow, and it made him feel cautious.

Feeling too afraid to get too much closer, Yuan put the guanyin on the ground and backed up. Of course, the boy practically pounced on the jade, making Yuan stumble back and almost bolt. But he managed to wait, watching as the boy sobs profusely over the guanyin and thanking him.

Yuan stared at him for a bit, then his nerves get to be too much, and he fled. He needed to find his way off the mountain, after all.

[sxgarcloudd]

I'm bored send me danganronpa ships and ill rate them from 1 to 10 based on how much I like them (please note: I am a multishipper)

[woahajimes]

i hate tumblr new format. alsooo whatd i miss

[haveihitanerve]

My favorite thing about the bats is that… they are gothamites. And sure they scare the shit out of people… but they are in Gotham. Superman is loved by his people, Flash is adored, people pray to Wonder Woman, Green Arrow is feared. But the Bats? The Bats are like all of Gotham's weird older brothers/sisters/parents. Superman and Green Lantern are visiting Batman in Gotham and all of a sudden he gets smacked in the face by a banana and they turn and find a group of teens skateboarding away and one kid calls over his shoulder ‘eat the fucking potassium you absolute brick.’ and Batman doesn't even do anything. Barry is chilling with Nightwing when a girl runs beneath the building they are sitting on and screams “Nice ass Night! But get it the fuck down here, my cats stuck in a tree.” And Nightwing does a flip off the building and just?? helps her?? Wonder Woman and Black Canary are passing through Crime Alley on their way to the Batcave and spot Red Hood standing in an alley, being lectured by a woman who is half his size and she ends the lecture by throwing two sandwiches at his face and walking away. Red Hood just takes his hood off and starts eating. Superboy is helping Red Robin defeat Scarecrow and while they’re hiding, waiting for him to walk into their trap, RR is casually conversing with a Gothamite about Hogwarts Houses, and when he says the Gothamite looks like a Gryfindor he pops his head out and screams “Yo scarecrow hes right fucking here!” J’onn is heading to the Manor to discuss League business with Bruce when he spots Robin(Damian) fighting Riddler all alone and is about to intervene when three teenagers show up and just fucking deck him instead. Damian doesn't thank them, just glowers, and one of the guys goes “you're welcome you fucking brat.” And the girl even smacks the back of his head and goes “manners.” Clark is sent to go find Tim and Steph and Damian and finds them at this girls birthday party, in full costume, eating cupcakes and drinking punch, jumping on the bouncy house and is like “errr, B-Batman needs you home.” And as one the entire birthday party group went “Fuck Batman.” Spoiler was spotted painting these guys nails, Black Bat was seen teaching calculus to a group of teenagers, Batgirl(Babs) was running after a group of kids screaming “Give me back my laptop you fucks!” Just- just the batfamily and Gothamites being annoying to each other and appreciative yet bitches. 

Bus driver: stop getting thrown at my fucking bus, i got places to be and my insurance only covers so many shatter windshields and person sized dents  Batman: I don't really control where I get thrown Bus Driver: well you better fucking start otherwise theres gonna be another fucking villain on these streets *drives away and almost runs him over* Superman: *gaping* yo-you're just gonna let him do that? Batman: *shrugs* Gotham insurance aint what its cracked up to be Superman: *staring dumbly*

[livelaughlovesubs]

HI YES IT IS I 🃏 ANON AGAIN, i saw you were just about to close request boxes and i know i just sent one for Sampo a few days ago but ughhh, this has been on my mind recently.

AMAB reader (yes i’m elaborating here) catching nikolai masturbating (could involve his portals, could not) and just reader just fucking him into submission. like at first niko is all cocky about being caught but then he’s just face down ass up being fucked.

soo yeah, shorter request but, just a thing!

Dom!AMAB!reader x sub!nikolai

Warnings: caught masturbation, anal sex (this time the reader is described to have a pp), hair pulling, a little degradation, little bit teasing, maybe edging, dacryphilia

Sometimes less is more :> also I decided to set it in the sky casino cuz why not (edit: I wrote this like a fucking perv what)

“Sigma I’m telling you, I’m hearing strange noises coming out of this room.” You whispered into the telephone, fingers fumbling with the handset cord. The male on the other end of the line looked through some papers, the device clamped between his ear and shoulder. “What’s the number?” He asked, and you squinted your eyes as you stared at the sign. “Errr, 41?” Without missing a beat, he immediately answered, “ah, that’s nikolai’s room. He’s probably doing some magic tricks, no need to panic.” That was quick, did he remember every single guest and their rooms?

“But it sounds like an anima—” before you could finish your sentence, another telephone rang in the background, and the manager, busy as ever, quickly said his goodbyes before hanging up on you. “Wait- listen to me, I swear—” Thud, thud, thud… well damn, guess he really doesn’t have time to spare. Another weird, muffled sound echoed from the room, and you gulped. This was supposedly kolai’s room, then it’d make sense for peculiar noises to erupt from it. Maybe you should let it be…

Yet you found yourself standing right in front of the door, curiosity piqued. You pressed your hand against the door, wanting to knock when you remembered you had a key to his room. He gave it to you, saying he didn’t need one. It was pretty tempting to just go inside and take a look, but your morality prevented you from doing so. In the end, you did knock. Once, twice, then a third time. When nothing happened, you even knocked a fourth time while yelling, “kolai, it’s me.”

How unusual, if Nikolai was in there, he’d come rushing to the door in an instant. Especially if he heard your voice. Since it’s come to this, one look won’t hurt. With a quiet click, you unlocked the room, tiptoeing inside. The moment you peeked around the corner, your eyes were met with a scene akin to a dog in heat.

Nikolai was almost stripped bare, pants pilling around his ankles and jacket dangling from his arms. His mouth agape as he panted heavily, chest heaving with every breath. That white hair of his was loose and spread out over the king sized bed, and his body flushed and sweaty. But the most eye-catching part must be his hand, which was working himself open between parted legs. “Ngh- y/n~… ah, hnngh~~♥︎” he moaned out, voice all slurry and lewd.

Wait a second, did he just moan out your name?

Suddenly a rather loud bang echoed through the room reeking of lust and sex, it was the door falling into the lock behind you. In an instand, his miss-matched eyes met yours, and his movements stilled. “Ah-? What are you doing here?” He asked, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them with the bedsheets, “ohhh right, I gave you the key. Didn’t think you’d use it for voyeurism.” How comes the moment he talks to you he’s ticking you off already?

“You were the whore moaning so loud I almost called security.” You snapped back at him, stepping closer once he smirked. Then you decided to tease him a little, “but I heard you say my name? What kind of dirty fantasy were you having about me?” He leaned back against the headboard, scoffing, “interested in my masturbation habits? My my, how perverted of you.”

“Hah! You seem quite bold for someone who’s been caught.” Nikolai jerked at your comment, his lips spreading into a feral looking grin, “are you disappointed I’m not an embarrassed, blushing damsel?” You moved closer to him, climbing onto the bed, both hands clasped over his knees. “Disappointed? Why, I can still turn you into a blushing mess.” Then you spread his legs, revealing his twitching dick and gaping hole, laughing to yourself, “now I’m starting to think you were waiting for me to catch you. Look how eager you are.”

He cupped his hand over your bulge, scoffing with a pout, “who’s the eager one now? You are the one with dirty intentions.” Suddenly, his legs wrapped around your waist, and he pulled your waistband down, giggling. “Hehe~ so stop talking and fuck me, will ya?” With a dissatisfied scowl, you grabbed his hand, pinning it above his head. “Why does it feel like I’m doing you a favour?” When you saw his cheeky smile and excited expression, you knew why.

“This won’t do, I should be punishing you after all.” You mumbled, and turned him around, still pinning one of his arms over his head. The other hand was holding him by his hips, making him raise his ass up into the air. But you didn’t even need to guide him, he did it willingly, shaking his butt and grinding back against your bulge. “No need to be so serious, we are doing this to have fun after all, riiiiight?” And his breath hitched when he heard the sound of clothes rattling.

Since he already prepared himself, you only needed to squeeze some lube onto your arousal, spreading it around before pressing the tip to his entrance. The next few moment were spend teasing him, edging him on. He couldn’t help but gasp when you inserted the tip, the arm pinned beneath your hand trembling as he whispered, “mhm, feels good~” though you pulled out almost immediately, the other hand caressing his back. “Not yet.” You said, fingertips grazing down his spine.

“N-no! D-don’t tease~!!” He arched his back so nicely for you, pushing his hips out on purpose, you had to savour this moment. “Don’t you like playing games? Don’t worry, it’s not like I won’t ever fuck you.” Then you pressed inside again, only to pull out a few moments later, repeating the tease until he got fed up. He yanked his arm free from your grasp, and pushed himself up a little to glare back at you.

Nikolai faked an angry sigh, saying, “I’d rather use my fingers if you keep this up!” But his cheeks were flushed, a thin layer of sweat covered his shaking body, and his white locks stuck to his forehead. “Are you sure about that?” You wondered, this time inserting more of your length into him, and he noticed immediately. His tight passage stretching to accommodate you, lips parted around a lewd moan, “ahhh..!! F-fuck, d-don’t pull out… dont—!”

You didn’t listen to him, obviously, and he snarled, “hnngh! Are you that offended by what I said? So childish!!” He hit the pillow underneath him, hands bawled into fists as he desperate pushed back to chase the friction. “No, I’m enjoying your reactions.” When he heard your answer, he was the one agitated now. Whipping his head back but stopping once your hand gripped his hair by the roots, making him arch even more. “Arghh~♥︎♡?!” The pain was unexpected, but it felt so good his tongue slipped out of his mouth, eyes blurry as he gasped for air.

“What a nasty masochist you are, acting out of line just to get punished” you chuckled, suddenly slamming into him with one rough thrust. Making him take you whole. His nails dug holes into the pillowcase, voice high pitched and lewd as he groaned, “ah-ahhh!! Finally ♡, ah-hnngh, so deep, feels so- nghh, good♥︎♡♡”

It wasn’t his first time taking you, by no means, but no matter how often he did, he’d always moan like an addicted slut. Was he just that into getting fucked or into you?

When you began moving in a steady rhythm, still in the process of finding his prostate, you let go of his hair, letting him drop face-first back onto the pillow. You needed your hands to grip his waist after all. “Was it here? Ugh- don’t clench down so much, kolai.” Your fingers rubbed circles into his skin, telling him to relax. A wet spot was forming on the pillow, wet from his drool and tears. When you found that sweet spot inside him, he basically melted, hole quivering around you as he tried to grind your tip against the spot.

“T-there, moreeee~ won’t you, pleaaase?” He begged, grinning back at you. “Here, you say?” You hit that place again, to check it out, and he moaned loudly, “hnNghh~♡♡♡ yes, there, there- so gooood~” That’s when you began pressing his head down into the pillows, muffling his voice as you said, “so loud again, want to get caught or what?”

Nikolai tried to answer you, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, so you simply went back to making a beautiful mess out of him. It was a matter of seconds until he began sobbing on your cock, face and body a flushed ruin yet unable to protest. Not that he wanted to, he was enjoying it like the dirty thing he was. Thrusting back in sync, eyes rolling back as he adored the blissful feeling of you nestled deep inside him.

He could feel his dick twitching and leaking uselessly, the wet squelching sounds of skin against skin echoing off the walls, paired with the muffled whimpers and whines seeping from his parted lips. The last thing he remembered was the heat bubbling in his core, and of course the feeling of you abusing his prostate until he couldn’t breath anymore~ oh this was going to be fun ♡

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Daddy - Venom x ftm!Reader

A/N: this is written for my wonderful 🎀 anon who requested it and my beloved mutual @worstwolverinesbf who got me to finish it

I hope you all like it :)

Written for this request

Dividers by @/kodaswrld

CW: possessiveness; monsterfucking; Venom uses it/its pronouns; mentioned Venom/Eddie; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader is dating both Eddie and Venom; Reader is a bit freaky in this, ngl; mild fighting between Eddie and Venom; Reader lives with Eddie; Venom has a dick; ftm trans Reader; kissing; making out; breeding kink; daddy kink; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; fingering; Venom is in love with Reader; oral sex; cunnilingus; Venom has a prehensile tongue; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; ‘I love you’s; oviposition; Venom has a big dick; errr I don’t know how to tag this, so just take that last tag seriously; brief but descriptive (?) painful sex; penetrative sex; PiV sex; egg laying; Venom purrs; belly bulge; no aftercare; mild silly ending

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Venom was territorial. You’d found that out pretty quickly once you’d started dating Eddie. Venom had been wary of you at first, snippy and somewhat aggressive, even.

You hadn’t taken it personally. Eddie was the closest person Venom had to a best friend. Even more than that, sometimes. And it wasn’t like you were Mr Perfect when it came to possessiveness either.

But eventually, you both had come to be friendly. More than friendly now. You weren’t exactly as close to Venom as you were to Eddie, but they were a pair. Dating one really meant dating both, in their case.

So Venom was territorial. And you really didn’t mind. Except… it was suddenly getting worse.

Normally it would check up on you whenever you came home, but just a few days ago it’d sniffed you. Claiming it was making sure you still smelled like Eddie.

And part of you had liked it.

The other part of the issue… also came from Venom. Or so you suspected.

For the past week, all Eddie seemed to want to do was have sex. Which you definitely weren’t complaining about. But it was getting a little ridiculous.

He at least attempted to be subtle about it though. Sneaking in a smooth move here and there. Slowly feeling you up. But it kept happening. Day after day after day.

The last time he’d gotten like this, you’d had to leave for the weekend. Some stupid trip or whatever.

This time, it’s just you and him and Venom.

A shameful part of you likes it. Likes how much Eddie wants you. You’ve always had some more… daring ideas for a relationship. You just don’t want to tie Eddie down.

Especially not after everything that happened with him. You want to be a safe place for him, not something to run away from.

So you keep your ideas to yourself. You let Venom be as territorial as he wants. And you and Eddie fuck like rabbits.

Everything’s fine. Everything’s good.

And then you have the best fucking night of your entire life.

From the moment Eddie got home, it was clear something was up. He was muttering to himself more than normal, snapping “No!” at Venom. And Venom was growling back.

You’d seen them fight before. But this? This was different.

You stay out of their way for as long as you can. It’s your turn to make dinner anyway, so you hasten about to cook up something. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s good.

You wait for a while before finally interrupting their argument. “Uh… Hey…”

Both of them snap to you. Watching you with so much intensity… it’s kinda hot. You swallow, shifting your weight from foot to foot. Trying hard to ignore the thread of warmth in your core.

“Dinner’s done.”

Still they watch you. For a moment, no one says anything. Then Eddie swallows. “What if… What if we have you for dinner?”

You blink. Shift your weight again. “What?”

“Ven wants… It wants…” Eddie stumbles over his words. “Oh, for fuck’s—“

With a wave of black goo, Venom swarms Eddie’s body. Transforming into a bulk of a creature. It makes your mouth go dry and your boxers wet.

“We want you.” Venom growls, stalking closer to you. You back away from it, into the kitchen. It follows, blocking you in against a counter.

Its tongue snakes out, making you shiver. What you wouldn’t give…

What gives you pause, though, is the thing between Venom’s legs.

You’ve seen dicks before. But nothing like this. Venom’s huge. Thicker and longer than you could possibly take. You doubt you could even fit both your hands around it, let alone one. You’ve never wanted anything inside you more.

“Like it?” Venom leers. “We’re gonna make you take it all.”

You can’t deny the gush of heat between your legs at that thought. You can picture it now. You, fucked out on a bed, stretched beyond what you can take, crying as it fucks so deep into you it breaks you.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “That’s hot.”

Venom’s tongue trails up your cheek, probing at your lips. You’ve never kissed it before, only watched Eddie do it. But you part your lips.

Its tongue invades your mouth. It curls around your tongue and feels along your teeth. Filling your mouth until all you can do is suck on it and whimper.

Part of you wants more. Wants to really take it down. Wants to suck on its tongue and let it fuck your throat until it’s in your fucking stomach.

But it retreats from your mouth all too soon, leaving you clenching hard at your own thoughts with nothing to distract you. You pant for breath, your mind a daze of heat and need.

Venom brings its face right up to yours. You think you could lick over every one of its teeth and still not be satisfied.

“We’re going to breed you.” Venom growls. “Stuff you full of our eggs. Make you into a daddy.”

Fuck. If he doesn’t fuck you right now…

“Fuck yeah,” you gasp out. “Make me a daddy, Ven.”

You’re scooped up within an instant. One moment you’re in the kitchen, the next you’re in the bedroom, Venom’s hands ripping off your clothing.

You barely have time to register cool air against your skin before its hands are on you. Sliding up your sides, caressing your stomach, up higher. For a moment, the tension in the room holds its breath as Venom follows the movements Eddie’s done so many times in the past.

It removes your binder. Carefully. It tosses it to the side and gazes down at you, a low purr in its throat. You can feel its gaze roaming over you. Hungry. Needy. Reverent.

Your boxers are soaked. Plastered to your skin, wet and sticky. Venom’s tongue snakes out, the tip trailing oh so lightly over the damp fabric. It growls, hands coming to grip your thighs. Pushing them up till it can press its face to your boxers.

For a moment, it just breathes, the puff of warm air making you squirm a little. You’re dying for its touch, but you don’t wanna break the moment. Even though everything in you is screaming to grind against its face.

Still, a whimper claws its way up your throat and escapes. It pulls Venom from its thoughts, prompting it into action. It curls its fingers under the hem of your boxers, pulling them down. Slowly revealing you to it.

It makes you squirm. Under its stare, you feel so naked. So vulnerable.

“You are magnificent,” Venom growls, voice dripping with hunger. “We would conquer a thousand worlds for you.”

That pulls a weak laugh from you. “Only a thousand?”

It merely looks at you, then opens its mouth. Its tongue snakes out. You clench hard at the thoughts whirling through your mind. God, if only it’d get to it and—

“Fuck!” You arch up, hips bucking as Venom squeezes your dick between its fingers. You’d been so distracted by its tongue and words, you hadn’t noticed its hand creeping up your thigh.

All you can do is cry out in pleasure, especially when a thick finger slips into your sopping hole. It’s so big, stretching you out with ease. Long enough to press against the spot inside you that has you scrabbling at the sheets, babbling its name.

“Ven, Ven, Ven!” You’re panting, gasping. Desperate moans spilling from your lips. Another finger nudges at your hole and you clench hard. The coil in your stomach builds.

The second finger slips in. Stretching your walls. Curling just right, and—

You cum. Hard.

Venom doesn’t pull its hand away. Not even when your breath returns and you grin lazily up at it. It just keeps its fingers stuffed inside you, unmoving.

It’s panting. Taking in huge gulps of air, chest heaving. Eyes so wide it’s almost concerning.

“Ven?”

A low growl spills from its lips. “We need you.”

Its words send a shiver of desire down your spine. But also a splinter of worry. You’re not wet enough to take it, not with its monstrous size. But the way it’s looking at you…

“I need more first,” you whisper. Then, with as much daring as you can push into your tone, “Fuck me with your tongue.”

Venom’s eyes flash. One moment it’s gazing at you in desperation, the next its face is shoved between your legs. It eases its fingers out of you, tongue twisting and curling around to slurp up every bit of slick that spills from you.

And it groans. Low and deep and hungry.

The tip of its tongue teases your entrance. Circling and probing, making you clench around nothing yet again.

“Ven,” you whine, fingers locked in the sheets as you finally buck your hips up to get more. Its hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you down with ease.

But its tongue slips inside you. Rubbing and probing, but mostly just tasting you. It’s purring, groaning, rumbling with delight as your body gushes with slick.

It’s so hot; the intense focus in its eyes. The curious but direct way it fucks you. It’s like being with Eddie for the first time again; if Eddie was a giant, sexy alien monster intent on—

All thoughts leave your head the moment Venom finds that spot inside you. Its tongue is long enough, thick enough, strong enough that it bullies that spot. Rubbing and curling and fucking. But it never leaves your hole, keeping you full even as it pulls screams from your lips.

You feel blindsided by pleasure. It’s everything, everywhere, making you writhe and squirm. Tears spring to your eyes at the intensity. You’re gone in an instant, lost to the crashing wave of pleasure.

It lasts, and lasts, and lasts. Until you’re so sensitive it hurts and you have to kick at Venom’s shoulders to get it to finally stop bullying that spot inside you.

It takes you a long moment to catch your breath, but when you do, you pet Venom’s head. Stroking and caressing. Too weak to sit up and kiss it.

You have no doubt you’re soaked. You can feel the sheets under you, sopping with slick and monster saliva.

Venom rumbles softly, climbing on top of you and looming over you. Hot breath puffing against your face. The head of its dick nudges against your hole and you shudder, still just a little too sensitive.

“Eddie says he loves you.” Venom nuzzles into the crook of your neck, large hands braced on either side of your chest.

“I love you too,” you say softly. Tugging it down to press a kiss to the corner of its mouth. “But I was promised eggs. And I am definitely not full of eggs yet.”

Venom growls, low and deep. It lines its dick up with your hole, hungry eyes never leaving yours. It makes your spine tingle; your body acutely aware that Venom’s a very dangerous predator with its focus all on you.

But you force yourself to relax. “Come on, Ven. Make me a daddy.”

The first touch is delicious, just the head teasing your hole. And then it presses in.

“FUCK!” You arch up, and it’s only Venom’s body forcing you back down that keeps you from squirming away. “Fuck, that’s—! It’s so big! It’s too big! Venom, fuck!”

You can barely think. Your brain torn between pain and pure pleasure as Venom pushes your body to its limits. Inching in bit by bit, coaxing your hole to open wider and wider.

You scrabble at its shoulders, clinging to it desperately. You’re pretty sure you’re crying, breaths coming in heaving gasps.

Venom growls. And then starts to pull out.

“NO!” You clamp your legs around its waist, struggling against its strength to keep it in. “Please, please, please! I’m okay!”

“You’re hurting,” Venom snarls.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” You didn’t know you needed it before, but now that you have an idea of what you could have? You need more. Just the thought of you with mini Venoms, of Venom trusting you— loving you— enough to give you its eggs is enough to make you dizzy with lust.

Venom growls again, and then thick goo is sliding over your hips. Encasing your pelvis in itself and easing away the pain. Leaving only sickening, blinding pleasure behind.

“More, more, more, more, moremoremoremore—“ You’re babbling and you couldn’t care less. “Make me a daddy, make me a daddy! Please, god!”

With a low snarl, Venom thrusts in. Making you scream with pleasure as it splits you open. Your eyes roll back. Your body writhes and arches under him. You cum so hard everything whites out around you.

For what feels like ages, your body is nothing but syrupy pleasure.

Dimly, you’re aware of something sliding further inside you. Nestling deep inside your body, all oozy and warm. One… Two…

You start to come back to yourself by the third one. Venom’s growling softly above you, cradling you against it. You moan softly as another egg makes its way inside you. All soft and small and delicate.

Venom nuzzles against you, its growls turning into soft rumbling purrs. It feels like hours before the last egg slides into place, your stomach lightly bulging.

Slowly, Venom pulls out of you, quickly filling you up with its fingers to keep the eggs from spilling out. The loss has your body aching, sore in ways you didn’t know were possible.

You groan softly, and find yourself utterly unable to move. Venom purrs again, before melting away, disappearing into the body of your boyfriend.

Eddie looks just as fucked out as you. He cuddles up with you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and cheeks. You smile, appreciating the gentler stretch of Eddie’s fingers compared to Venom’s.

“So,” you murmur, lazy mischief in your tone. “When were you gonna bring up the daddy thing?”

Eddie flushes, ducking his head against your shoulder. “That’s… That’s an it thing, actually.”

“Really?” You smirk, lowering your voice to a more seductive tone. “Don’t lie to daddy.”

Eddie twitches and lifts his head. “Don’t say it like that.”

You laugh. Jostling the eggs inside you.

You glance down at yourself, and Eddie does the same. “So…”

“So.”

You both are silent for a moment. Then, “Who’s gonna tell Venom that I can’t actually hatch its babies?”

Eddie just snorts.

[doriku]

riize as high school boyfriends pls jsjssjjss 😭 i need this level of delulu rn

-🩰

﹙𖹭﹚ ── 𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖹𝖤 𝖠𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖲𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣

ㅤㅤ𝑐𝑤.ㅤ[ fluff fluff, errr kissing cs they love ya .ᐟ ]

⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . aaa 🩰 anon !! this is sooo cute :[

SHOTARO

shotaro is the definition of a warm hug personified. he's that boyfriend who waits outside your class every day with a snack and a smile that makes your chest physically ache. always a little breathless from rushing, always brushing his fringe out of his eyes, grinning like he just won a prize when he sees you. he’s not the loudest or the flashiest, but he’s consistently sweet in ways that stick :D he sends you videos of puppies in the middle of the night. keeps every note you’ve ever passed him, even the dumb ones about lunch. he likes to hold your pinky instead of your hand when he’s shy. but when he’s feeling confident? arm around your shoulder, soft kisses on your temple, whispering, “you’re my favorite part of the day.”

he doesn’t care if you’re barefaced or late or ranting about group projects. he listens like everything you say matters. and when you vent about school stress, he doesn’t try to fix it — he just holds your hand tighter, kisses your knuckles, and says, “let’s skip school and become professional huggers. we’d make bank.” and on rainy days, he’ll show up at your door in a hoodie that’s too big, soaked sneakers squeaking, holding bubble tea in one hand and his playlist in the other. “movie day?” he asks, already kicking off his shoes. you let him in, of course. you always do.

he hums along to the movie soundtrack, sings softly under his breath until you fall asleep on his lap. and when your parents ask if he wants dinner, he answers with, “only if I get to stay a little longer.” and you swear you see your mom smile knowingly.

EUNSEOK

your elegant, unreadable boyfriend who makes heart eyes at you when you’re not looking and always smells like clean laundry !! dating eunseok is like having a secret — something private and precious and safe. he’s calm, composed, soft-spoken in class, but the second you’re alone? the teasing comes out. the subtle smiles. the way he brushes your hair back and murmurs, “you look tired. wanna nap on me?” : ( he remembers everything. the day you got your braces off. your coffee order. the name of the kid who made you cry in middle school. you never told him that one — he just knew.

he doesn’t flirt the traditional way. instead, he buys you those little fruit jellies you like. offers you his jacket before you ask. calls you “mine” in a whisper only you can hear. he’ll lean down in the hallway and go, “your collar’s crooked,” before fixing it, then winking like he definitely did that on purpose. his texts are rare but always thoughtful. a candid photo of the sky with “made me think of you.” a screenshot of an inside joke. a selfie with a sleepy smile and the caption, “missed you today.”

and when he kisses you, it's like everything around you stills. hands gentle on your cheeks, his forehead resting against yours as he breathes, “you make everything quieter.”

WONBIN

wonbin is the boy you shouldn’t fall for — the one who's too pretty for his own good, always leaning back in his chair with a lopsided smile and a pencil tucked behind his ear. but then he tugs your sleeve during lunch and says, “come hear something I wrote,” and suddenly, it’s over for you. he doesn’t talk much in class, but when it’s just the two of you ??? he’s hilarious. deadpan jokes, soft teasing, the kind of humor that makes you laugh until you can’t breathe. he acts all chill, but you catch him staring sometimes — eyes soft, mouth twitching like he’s memorizing your smile.

his love language is presence. he doesn’t text all day, but he shows up when it matters ! outside your cram school with snacks, at your club showcase with flowers he picked himself. and when he walks you home, he carries your bag and lets his fingers brush yours until you're brave enough to lace them together.in the music room, he lets you sit beside him while he plays guitar, humming under his breath until the melody turns into a love song just for you. and when you joke that he probably plays that for everyone, he just looks at you and says, “only you.”

he’s the type to act unfazed but blushes when you kiss his cheek. and if you fall asleep on his shoulder during study group ? he’ll sit there like a statue, too scared to move, staring down at you like you hung the stars. and when you ask what he’s thinking, he shrugs and goes, “just.. lucky I met you.”

SUNGCHAN

sungchan is that kind of boyfriend who’s everyone’s favorite but only cares about impressing you. he's popular without trying — tall, loud-laughing, always tossing a basketball or joking with teachers — but when you’re near ?? tunnel vision. everything else blurs. he flirts constantly. sends you dumb pick-up lines during class. dramatically offers his jacket when it’s mildly chilly. leans against your locker like he’s in a drama and says, “miss me?” even if he saw you five minutes ago.

he’s clingy but charming about it. will literally throw a fake tantrum if you forget to text him good morning. texts things like, “u like me right? say it or i’ll cry fr” and when you do say it, he replies with ten heart emojis and a selfie of him blowing a kiss. you’ll be walking home, his hand swinging in yours, and he’ll suddenly stop and go, “do you think we’ll still be together after high school?” and when you say, “yeah?” he beams so big you swear your heart skips.

he calls your parents sir and ma’am. helps your siblings with their homework. is unreasonably good with kids. but then he turns to you and whispers something stupid like, “you’re so hot when you’re mad at math.” and now you’re flustered and failing geometry.

he always makes you feel like you're the main character in a high school romcom. he’d dance with you in an empty classroom just because your favorite song came on. and when he kisses you ?!? he grins halfway through, because he's just that happy to be yours.

SEUNGHAN

seunghan is the boy who everyone thinks is a little mysterious, a little too cool, a little unreadable .. but the second you start dating him he’s a mess. a soft, lovesick, chaos-tinted mess. he’ll pretend to be unbothered in public, but the second you’re alone he’s flopping onto your lap like, “you didn’t text me for two hours. I almost perished.”

he’s sharp-witted, a little sarcastic, always teasing you like it’s his job. says stuff like, “you’re so annoying. i’m obsessed with you.” he’ll flick your forehead for stealing his fries but then feed you one himself. calls you a menace but refuses to walk to class without you.

he’s clingy in lowkey ways. his hand is always on you, your wrist, your sleeve, your pinky hooked with his. he’ll act like you’re the one who can’t live without him, but then he texts “come outside” at midnight just so he can see you for five minutes. and when you do ? he pulls you into the softest hug and mumbles, “okaaay. I can sleep now.”

his locker has little things of yours, your hair clip, a folded doodle you gave him, the bracelet you thought he lost. he keeps everything. never admits it. just goes “don’t look in there” and blushes if you catch him.

when he gets jealous, he tries to be chill but ends up weirdly petty. you’ll laugh at another guy’s joke and suddenly seunghan’s like, “wow. he’s hilarious. maybe he should be your boyfriend.” and you’re like, “are you twelve??” and he’s just crossing his arms, waiting for you to kiss his pout away.

but deep down ? he’s so soft for you. sends voice notes when he misses you. stares at you like he’s memorizing your whole face. and when you catch him doing it, he just shrugs and says, “you’re my favorite view.”

and if you ever say, “I don’t feel like myself today,” he’ll pull you into his arms and whisper, “you’re still my person. even on your worst day.”

SOHEE

sohee is your surprise boyfriend. the one who doesn’t talk much in class but texts you entire paragraphs at 1 a.m. he’s lowkey, mysterious, the type to keep his hoodie over his head during lectures — yet somehow, he always knows when you're upset. he doesn’t do PDA often, but when he does, IT’S LETHAL. slipping his pinky through yours during assemblies. tugging your sleeve when he wants your attention. standing too close in the hallway so his arm brushes yours with every step.

he sends you songs that feel like how he looks at you. doesn’t say much with his mouth, but his eyes are loud !!! always watching you, always soft. he has this habit of smiling to himself when you talk, like he’s memorizing everything. he’ll walk you home after cram school, not saying a word, just sharing his playlist. and when you reach your house, he pauses, takes off his headphones, puts one in your ear, and says, “wait, listen to this part. it’s you.”

and when he kisses you — finally, shyly — it’s behind the library, hands in his pockets, lips gentle and unsure, followed by a mumbled, “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

he acts cool, but his search history is full of “cute nicknames for gf” and “how to kiss without being awkward.” you catch him once, and he turns red to the tips of his ears. “don’t look at my tabs,” he groans. “I was being efficient.”

ANTON

anton is the soft-spoken boy who everyone thinks is shy, until they see him with you. around others, he’s all hushed tones and awkward nods, but when it’s just you ? the warmth comes out. the boy who rambles about his favorite bands. who laughs so hard he hiccups. who always, always reaches for your hand first. he’s reliable in a way that feels rare. he walks you to class every morning, even if it makes him late. carries your bag without asking. has your favorite snack memorized and stocked in his locker “just in case you’re having a bad day.”

he sends you the best playlists — slow songs, comfort songs, songs that sound like laying in bed and talking about everything and nothing. and when he sends you one at 2AM with a message like "this one feels like us," you feel it in your chest. when you’re upset, he doesn’t pry. he just sits next to you, shoulder to shoulder, until you’re ready. and when you are, he pulls you close, presses a soft kiss to your hair, and says, “whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”

he’s the type to keep a photo of you in his wallet. to doodle your name in the margins of his notebook. to tell his mom about you over dinner. not in a big flashy way, just in the way that says you’re part of his life now, like it’s the most natural thing.

and when you look at him like he hung the moon, he blushes hard and mutters, “stop looking at me like that, I might combust.” but he doesn't look away :c

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Getting drunk with your crush- Sevika

You actually can't fully believe it that you were half invited out for drinks with Sevika

you'd been working low level in Silco's operation for a few months and had a crush on her ever since you saw her

how could you not? She's big and bad and so muscular

you say half invited because FInn asked what you were doing later and you said you were going to grab a drink

Sevika said "maybe I'll see you there"

which is practically an invitation, right?

or that's what you're telling yourself

you did yourself up as nice as you could without it be obvious you were trying to impress someone

you wore those jeans that make your butt look amazing

you've always had this theory that she's an ass woman

tonight you're kind of betting on it

when you get there, you subtly look around to see if she's arrived yet

of course she has, she's sat in her usual spot, 3 drinks deep already and playing cards, winning too by the looks of things

one of the men sat with her, you recognise his face but can't recall the name, ushers you over

the only free seat is next to Sevika so you happily perch yourself there

they make small talk with you, you answer politely, always watching Sev out the corner of your eye

her thighs look to die for under the material of her trousers

your mind wanders to how to would feel to climb on top of them and grind down...

"I think someone has a crush, Sevika" one of them says while nodding to you

she lets out a snort and turns to you, half smiling

fuck you feel humiliated!

but also, fuck she's looking at you and smiling!

"I-I errr, umm... " you trail off, not really sure how to come back from that

you don't have to, she does it for you

placing a few coins in your hand she tells you "I need another whisky, and get yourself whatever you want"

you do as she tells you

"good girl" the guys call behind you and you feel yourself blush

"Leave her alone" Sevika shushes them

when you return, you put the drinks on the table and Sevika's natural hand goes to your thigh, patting it gently in thanks

but, then she doesn't remove it

she rests it there, rubbing small circles with her thumb on your inner thigh

your mind kind of goes blank

error 404, earth to y/n???

before long Sev stretches and turns to you

"These fuckers couldn't win a game if I let 'em. You play?"

you'd played a little bit of cards with your dad growing up, but you were by no means talented with them

"kind of" you manage to get out

She turns back to the men "fuck off, the big girls are gonna play"

they leave the table but stay near by, interested at how this will turn out

lets just say, you lose, you lose badly

but You have her full attention and you begin to see her eyeing you up and down

"you know" she begins "I could teach you how to actually win, so you don't end up like these sore sacks of shit"

"that would be great, actually" you say and mean it, not just because maybe this means more time with her

"Tomorrow night, come by my place. I might even let you win" she says with a wink

[stevieschrodinger]

Due to AO3 being maintained, I'm posting the first little bit of, what could be, the silliest thing I've ever written. The working title is 'Beauty and the Steve'.

Eddie does his best to dodge the morning traffic.

That crazy lady’s chickens are loose again, and it’s creating a minor amount of havoc. The baker always goes out of his way to say good morning to Eddie, and, when him and uncle Wayne had first moved to the little village of Hawkins, Eddie was sure he was just being polite.

Now Eddie thinks he may be a bit of an old lech. It’s no secret Eddie is the only male Omega in the village, but at least he isn’t completely alone. There’s three female Omega too; identical triplets though, which is just fucking weird in Eddie’s book. He’s sure that’s got to be somebody’s kink, right?

“Eddie, where are you off to in such a hurry?” The baker calls out of the window, and Eddie can clearly see his irritated mate behind him. She looks like she’s gearing up to skewer the guy with a baguette.

“Oh, just the bookshop!” And Eddie waves, trying to indicate politely that he’s done with this, slipping away in a confusion of chickens.

Eddie turns the corner, only to find his way blocked by a hay wagon, “good morning!”

“Errr…” Eddie, not for the first time, internally curses small villages, “morning, are you, uhm, moving?”

“Just getting ready to unload, won’t be long!” The man calls down cheerfully. Eddie eyes the bales, contemplates going back the way he has come, but he spies the bakers wife hitting the baker with a loaf, surrounded by chickens who appear to be excited by the prospect of violently created breadcrumbs.

Eddie climbs over the wagon.

Eddie makes it to the door of the bookshop, pulling hay out of his curls, cursing villages, narrow cobbled streets, the people who inhabit them, and the countryside in general.

“Ah! Eddie!” Owens calls out. He’s the old dude who owns the bookshop, the only shred of civilization that exists for at least, Eddie suspects, five days ride in any direction.

“Good morning! I've come to return the book I borrowed.”

Owens takes the book, “finished already?” he returns it easily to it’s place on the shelves.

“Oh, I couldn't put it down!” Eddie replies keenly, and he means it. He literally did not put it down because there's absolutely nothing else to do now that he's stuck living in the middle of nowhere. “Have you got anything new?”

Owens laughs good naturedly, “not since yesterday Eddie.”

“That’s alright,” Eddie assures him, because Eddie already knows exactly which book he wants to read again, and he knows exactly where it is, he takes a few steps up the ladder to retrieve it, “I’ll borrow...this one.”

“That one? But you've read it twice!”

“Well it's my favorite!” Eddie locks his boots either side of the ladder, sliding down the ladder, hopping off the last step, “far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and an Alpha prince in disguise!”

“Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours!” Owen’s tells him kindly.

“But sir!” Eddie starts to protest. He knows people are soft on him sometimes because of his designation. And the whole being an orphan thing, which, thanks to village gossip, spread like wildfire when he and uncle Wayne moved here, just the two of them. Eddie hates charity...but he really does love this book.

“I insist!”

“Well thank you...Thank you very much!” And Eddie is being sent out of the bookshop and into the sunshine. He’s pretty certain Owens doesn’t know how book shops are even supposed to work, considering he keeps letting Eddie borrow them – and now he’s even giving them away. Regardless, Eddie really shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

[pemiski]

tags primary teacher! sae x fem! reader, unnecessarily detailed imagery of sae jumpstarting a car because that’s a very beautiful man I do not apologise

author’s note you thought I was never gonna go back to teacher sae again huh?? I know I said I was going to focus on the long fic but I’m unpredictable like that (I’m not I just have no sense of priorities)

The engine gives one last cough before giving up entirely.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath.

It’s been a long day— the kind that stretches you thin in ways only a classroom full of five-year-olds can. You love them, of course you do, but Leah had knocked over one of the potted plants during morning circle, and you’d spent your entire break sprinting to the nearest grocery in hopes of finding a halfway decent replacement.

Then Tommy cried for a solid twenty minutes because Jerry (the class mascot, a laminated cartoon mouse with googly eyes) had gone missing. You’d promised he’d be back by one, and had in consequence spent most of lunch break crawling on the floor, only to discover Jerry had slipped behind the blackboard, wedged in a place your arm physically cannot reach. Tommy had been inconsolable when you told him.

And now, after knowing you still have a stack of marking waiting for you on the kitchen table, you hear the engine turn over, and it’s just one thing too many.

You’ll figure it out, you tell yourself. Or at least, you’ll pretend to. All it takes is a little poking around under the hood until someone who actually knows what they’re doing shows up, if the universe ever feels like throwing you a bone.

“Car troubles?”

You turn your head, slower than you mean to, but he’s already walking over: Sae Itoshi. Again. The newest addition to the history department, too pretty for someone who talks so little. He waves at a kid being picked up at the curb who was calling out one last ‘have a nice week-end!’, and then crouches beside your car like this is routine.

“Car troubles?” he says again, quieter this time. maybe he thinks you didn’t hear him the first time.

You blink at him. Your brain works overtime to find a response that doesn’t sound utterly foolish. Gosh, this is not the bone you were talking about.

“Yeah,” you say, brushing your hair back from your face. “It’s, um… not starting. But it’s fine. I know a guy around here, so—”

You smile too quickly. You don’t know a guy around here. In fact, you don’t know a single mechanic in the entire city. But you’re not about to let him be the one to open the hood and fix it, because, ultimately, you’re not sure what’s worse— the car dying, or the thought of Sae Itoshi seeing you like this.

“I can take a look. Mechanics don’t come cheap these days anyway,” he says, almost offhandedly. “Save you the money.”

You want to say no. You should. You want to tell him that it’s fine, really, that you’ve got it under control. But the truth is— you don’t. Not really. And living on a primary teacher’s wage doesn’t exactly leave room for breakdowns, let alone the cost of calling someone out to fix them.

“Errr,” you start, hesitating, “alright then. At your heart’s content.”

You say it with a smile, trying to diffuse the tension, but then again, maybe it’s just you masking up your own discomfort. Your fingers tighten around the edges of your car as he turns to look at you and gives you a small smile in return. The kind that makes your chest twist a little too tightly.

He pops the hood like it’s second nature, leans forward, and peers inside. There’s a quiet sort of concentration on his face, and the contracting muscles under his shirt make it impossibly hard to look away.

And then, something shifts, and his brows pull just slightly together.

“When’s the last time you had your car looked at?”

You blink, unsure how to answer. “I don’t… remember? It’s been a while.”

Sae glances at you over his shoulder, eyebrows raising just slightly. “You know you’re supposed to get it checked every year, right? For MOT?”

Right. The MOT. The mandatory inspection you’ve conveniently pushed to the very back of your mind, somewhere between laundry day and booking a dentist appointment.

“Technically, yes,” you mumble. “Practically, I might’ve forgotten.”

He huffs a soft breath, something between amusement and disbelief, and turns back to the engine. Your heart is still tapping nervously against your ribs, and his slight snicker does nothing to quell said tapping.

You’re standing off to the side, arms crossed loosely over your chest. It’s cooler out than it was earlier, but the sun is still bright and gleams down at your car.

Sae doesn’t say much while he works— not that you expect him to, anyway— and stands with his weight leaned into the open hood, one hand braced against the frame, the other reaching down to fiddle with something you don’t recognize. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, forearms flexing every time he moves.

You try not to stare. You do. But it’s hard not to notice the way his jaw tenses when he leans forward, or the way his shirt lifts slightly when he shifts to one side. He’s always been a little unreadable, but right now, he feels almost close. Like someone you could touch if you weren’t so afraid of what that might do to you.

Eventually, he steps back, letting the hood fall shut with a soft clunk. He turns to you, brushing his hands on his jeans.

“Should be alright for now,” he says, tone as neutral as ever. “But don’t forget to check it out.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“The car,” he repeats. A beat passes, and then, slightly softer, “Don’t forget to have it checked out.”

Oh. Right.

The car.

@pemiski 2025 - all rights reserved. I do not authorize any reposting translating or modifying of my content on any platform

[dreamermonica]

—gender neutral reader x bakugou, just a drabble escalating into a oneshot cause my brain's rotting with mha (mostly katsuki) pls save me from the dump called writing block errr also mild language cuz this is boom boy

“what the hell?”

a very bad word crossed your mind the moment BAKUGOU had entered your dorm room—following shortly is a silence so dense that you swore you heard your stomach drop.

the object that had piqued the attention of your visitor were perched right upon your desk. the very same object that could very well also be the reason you meet your demise.

your dynamight plushies and figurines,

yes. plural.

—were bared in display, to the very man you harbored a big fat crush on.

the silence enveloped your room like a tight veil. a shudder makes its way down your spine when you finally felt a piercing gaze burning onto the back of your head. you are so fucked.

“i—uhm, i can explain!” you break the silence, holding your hands up whilst turning around to meet his crimson eyes—scanning you over whilst you attempt to figure out an excuse.

let's do a quick throwback:

see, you were rather confident in your abilities and quirk—one of the best, you smugly think—but academics were still a great obstacle to overcome, even for an upcoming pro hero. it's a formidable force that's against your dream becoming reality! not really, but you get the point.

damned ectoplasm shouldn't be teaching math! your brain cells were always fizzled out like kaminari's after he used up all his electricity by the time whenever ectoplasm had left the room after a discussion.

a dark cloud looms over your head more often after a particular topic you're struggling to comprehend, the fact that you were called out earlier by ectoplasm and miserably failed to answer didn't hell—and you're sure your god-sent classmates have noticed it.

a few smarties had reached out already—like yaoyorozu and iida, offering their notes with a smile and promising a few tutor lessons if you were to accept. keyword: if.

even though you were tearing up at their kindness and thoughtfulness, you gently declined them before slapping a fist to your chest—

“i shall overcome this by myself! my failure to adapt is a known weakness of mine, and i shall defeat this boss known as calculus with my own strength, no matter what it takes!”

a distant 'how manly!' sounded throughout the room.

it's not manly, you mentally cry out to kirishima. you were just embarrassed to actually get help because you were one of the top students of the class. you need to uphold your image as a capable student, whatever it takes! not so manly now, are we?!

the top one and top two worriedly glance you over, reluctant at your reasoning, but they hadn't pushed it further thankfully, and wished you good luck.

you definitely needed it, you sulk.

your stupid declaration must've spread throughout the entire class, cause now a scowling bakugou katsuki is stomping his way over to you once classes had finished, stopping a few feet away from you whilst you were packing up your stuff.

“oi. i heard your dumb ass earlier—why are you refusing to ask for help?! you plan on getting behind all of us just because of that damn picture perfect image of yours?!” he yells, and you're now sweating, twiddling with your fingers.

you're not surprised that he approached you—he had declared you as one of his rivals (he called you a stepping stone to his victory but same thing!) ages ago and knowing his competitive nature, you surmised he was probably disappointed that you were stumped in such a pathetic way.

“w-what pride do you mean, bakugo? haha...”

“shut the fuck up. you know what i'm talking about,” a finger presses onto your chest as if to emphasize his point, and you just now realize the distance between you.

caramel wafts its way to your nose. heat crawls up your neck as you avert your gaze away from his chiseled face.

he hisses at your dazed look, “i'm beating calculus into your goddamn brain later tonight whether you like it or not, you got that extra?!”

you break out of your stupor when he leans away from you to gauge your reaction. of course he'd say something like that, even if he was just trying to help.

you shrink under his gaze, embarrassed and defeated at his intensity. if even the big bad bakugo thinks you need help, then maybe you really do.

“...okay.” you resign after a few seconds of contemplation, “thank you, bakugo.”

clicking his tongue, he gives you one last look before turning on his heels, walking towards the door.

you look around and realize that you were the only ones left in the classroom. did he offer his help in private so you would keep the image you're upholding? eh, whatever, he was probably the embarrassed one because he never offers help willingly to anyone.

you blink.

wait—he never helps unless someone would beg on their knees for him, so why—

“...you were always the one preaching about lowering my pride or whatever,”

your eyes dart towards the sound of his voice where bakugo paused his steps at the exit, glaring at you over his shoulder.

he huffs as he adds on, “cut that shit out, hypocrite.”

you blink owlishly and he's gone as he turned the corner, his loud footsteps echoing through the hall.

shaking your head, you pack your stuff up and rush out the door shortly after, eager to return to the comfort provided by your bed.

his words ring in your ears as you walked back to the dorms.

—now, baam, we're back to the present.

you're so fucked, if it wasn't mentioned earlier.

bakugou katsuki is now staring at you, silently demanding an explanation on why you have a row of mini dynamights, ranging from the winter version of his costume, to one of him wearing his signature black tank top—he hasn't even debuted yet as a pro-hero, so the amount you have is probably concerning. maybe even borderline creepy.

fuck being creepy—this probably looks horrifying!

“it's—uh...”

you hadn't had the chance to hide them before he so rudely, barged into your room carrying the materials needed for your study session.

“well, you're my idol, because you're so strong and—” inflate his ego! it's not like it wasn't the truth either with how much you compliment him during training, so maybe he'll be distracted enough and let it slide—

“did ponytail make these for you?” he asked quietly, ignoring your praises and walking past your panicked state as he got closer to inspect the tiny versions of him. he slowly took one from the bunch—a plushie of him wearing the suit he specifically used for a mission in otheon. “how the hell are the outfits so accurate?”

“...”

“answer my questions and i'll let this weird obsession of yours a secret, fuckin' creep.” he seems to like the way you took in his words, horrified, a smirk dancing on his lips as he turns away.

this sadist, you swear to all might...

“okay, okay! so uh...” you gulp as he continues inspecting the army of tiny bakugous, “yes, i had yaoyorozu make them. as for the outfits—i borrowed your blueprints, remember? it was to find some inspiration in enhancing my own costume, but i guess it also had some other uses...?”

he grunts in response to your explanation as his eyes move away from the desk and land onto your bed, where a few more plushies of him resided.

your face is definitely burning up by now.

“wasn't aware you were a fan,” you could hear the grin as he spoke, and you're one hundred percent sure he's never going to live this down, “well, i guess it's expected. i am amazing after all.”

“...yeah.” you agree, albeit cautious, trying to sound uneager to avoid inflating his ego anymore than you already have.

he moves to lean over your bed and grabs a plushie of him wearing his school uniform, squeezing it lightly, “but if you want me to be honest—this shit's kinda creepy.”

would he stop you if you just took a swan dive out of your window? should you get him to roast you alive right now? you wish all might would just united-states-smash you at this moment.

your hands shoot up to your face as you crouched down, too humiliated to even look at him even if he wasn't facing you.

“kill me now...”

“i've got plenty of chances to do that in the future, don't worry,” he's oddly calm for someone who's standing in a room practically devoted to him, “this is pretty adorable of you i must admit,”

you freeze. tickle my pickle! no fucking way he just called you adorable!

“you got a crush on me or something?”

ah.

this is it. you hope you've done enough good to end up in heaven atleast.

“well, if you're not gonna kill me, we should probably just study and get it over with—oh, we should also just go down to the commons—

“i told you to answer all my questions, didn't i!?”

“...”

the blonde finally turns, hands free of any plushies, crossing his arms over his chest as you stare up at him through the gaps of your fingers. he raises a challenging brow at your hesitation.

“well?” he urges on, “did you go mute from embarrassment or something?”

you say something underneath your breath and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“speak up, you idio—”

“i like you, bakugou katsuki.”

you stand up from your crouched position and situated yourself to your desk, bringing out your textbooks from a drawer as he stared on silently. the silence had grown thicker than the one before.

“let's just get this study session over with so you can go, okay?” you spin around your office chair to look at him with a small smile, as if you didn't just confess, “wanna go down to the commons? my room seems to be uncomfortable for y—

“i was joking about the creep shit, you dumbass.”

you stare at him in surprise when he holds you by the shoulders, gently pushing down to prevent you from getting up from your chair.

“bakugou...?”

“...i'll teach you here. no need to get up.”

“but—”

“shut up. get ponytail to make me a plushie of you so we're even, alright?”

confused, you're about to speak up again and he resolves it by squeezing your cheeks, resulting in only incoherent babbles from your mouth.

“bafhkugou—!”

“ugh, i like you too, if your dumbass hasn't gotten it yet.”

“ohfmayghodf—”

“shut it. no more words from you.” he waits a moment for you to calm down, and lets go of your burning cheeks. a smile grows on his face when you weakly glare up at him, but it quickly turns wicked in the span of a second.

“now...you were so eager to start studying earlier, weren't you?”

he unfortunately wasn't joking about beating the damn subject onto your brain. you could feel a mild headache from all the times he hit your head with a roll of paper.

but nonetheless, you know the hard work and pain paid off when you finally got a question right during ectoplasm's class.

bless bakugou, you'd kiss him right now if you could—

“so,” the boy in question starts as you discreetly hand him a plushie of you in your hero costume, he seems to brighten up at that, taking it nearly immediately, but attempts to appear unbothered as he moves his gaze back to yours.

“are we gonna talk about that body pillow last night or—”

“katsuki—no.”

“pfft,” he snorts, “suit yourself, fangirl.”

imagine your surprise when yaoyorozu snitches and tells you that bakugou practically threated her to make more plushies of you after he received the initial one

[inkedover]

Bon Appétit!

^ no 1x1x1x1 doesn't say this in the fic because I only thought of the joke now. *sigh*

uh. joking mention of bodies. foul language. nothing explicit or anything, it's a silly crack/comfort fic.

long. like. 3k+ words methinks. open at your own risk.

It still greatly disturbed 1x1x1x1, learning about the fact that his older sibling was alive. Maybe not well,but they were alive…that's what mattered.

The Spectre had revived them. Intended on twisting (Y/N) into something they weren't. Something like him. But its plan had gone awry, all based off of the fact that his lovely sibling was simply far too pure to be tainted in such a way. Perhaps the nature of their resurrection contributed to this incorruptible phenomenon as well…

But that didn't matter now. 1x1x1x1 couldn't care less, honestly. He was just happy to have them back…to be able to be held by them, comforted by them. To be reminded of the fact that he wasn't alone. It was so…freeing.

And now here he was, finally relaxing for once and…cooking in the kitchen? Was making food one of the only things he was passionate for (other than killing people)? Maybe. But it was a far more healthy outlet than slaughtering the masses, let the man cook in peace.

The other killers were sitting a ways away, most of them only musing eating to distract themselves until the next round. Azure, Jason, Noli, and John Doe didn't even need to eat, and c00lkidd enjoyed eating because it made him feel like he was normal. So why not cook for them? It was almost like an enrichment activity for 1x1x1x1 in a weird, silly way.

In the meantime, basically everybody was getting used to the fact that (Y/N) was actually living withthem now. None of the other killers perceived them as a survivor, so there wasn't any real risk of them being attacked, but it wasn't like they were a killer either…the strange in-between had caused majority of the other killers to distance themselves from (Y/N). Excluding 1x1x1x1 and-…c00lkidd, surprisingly enough.

(Y/N) was entertaining c00lkidd as 1x1x1x1 cooked up breakfast- lunch-…whatever time of day it was. Did it even matter anymore? Anyway- (Y/N) was letting c00lkidd play with their respawn rings, carefully watching the 'little' boy as he spun them around and pushed and pulled them together.

As this happened, (Y/N) glanced up at 1x1x1x1, calling out pleasantly to their younger brother. "1x? What are you even cooking? It seems kind of…impossible to obtain ingredients here."

1x1x1x1 turned around slowly at the sound of his sibling's voice, his single red eye flashing menacingly for a moment before softening the tiniest bit. He glanced over at them almost in disbelief, as if every fiber in his body still refused to believe in the fact that they actually existed.

His gaze then drifted back down to the bubbling pot on the stove, filled with a…questionable mix of ingredients. The Spectre had provided them with an assortment of uhhhhh. Maybe edible things. Maybe. Things that shouldn't exist, and things that don't really make sense in the first place. Did anything truly make sense anymore, though?

1x1x1x1 shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm making a secret recipe. One that I made up. It's…" He paused, contemplating his options. 1x1x1x1 wasn't really sure how receptive (Y/N) would be hearing the list of weird materials- errr, 'ingredients'- in the stew.

No. Best to keep that to himself. The specifics could wait. "Just some local ingredients. Like…uh…"

1x1x1x1 paused, wondering what he could say. Eventually he just cleared his throat, settling on dodging the question entirely. "It's almost done. Don't worry about it."

He turned back to the stove, carefully stirring the dark, viscous liquid. With the way he hunched over the burner it kind of looked like he was a witch making a potion of unimaginable evils. And the broth kind of made it look like a potion of unimaginable evils too. But...that wasn't the case. It was just a meal. A really…really questionable meal, sure. But a meal nonetheless.

As 1x1x1x1 stirred, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of warmth. Of comfort. There was a certain aura that (Y/N) had, one that put him at ease. It made him feel...alive. In a way that the mindless slaughter he'd become so partial to never could.

"…like…I'm not eating dead people, am I?" (Y/N) asked, clearly joking but still having a slightly suspicious edge to their tone. They sent a sidelong glance to the killers sitting across the table from them, squinting slightly before turning their gaze back to 1x1x1x1. Their spawn halo spun slowly above their head, as if it was reacting to their emotions and reflecting their somewhat accusatory thoughts.

"Don't get me wrong! I'll still eat it anyway! But like…you know…I like knowing what I'm eating. It's up to you, though! You don't need to tell me what's in it. Just…curious, is all." (Y/N) then backtracked quickly, waving their hands with a nervous grin as they shook their head and huffed softly. It was simultaneously kind of funny and cute how much they wished to not hurt 1x1x1x1's feelings despite him being…well, the manifestation of Shedletsky's hatred.

1x1x1x1 blinked slowly, his single red eye flickering as he processed (Y/N)'s question. For a moment, he considered folding and just telling them the actual list of ingredients he had used to create this culinary abomination.

Instead, a smirk spread across his face. Not one of genuine malice, just playfulness. Perhaps even a hint of teasing. It was genuinely odd for the other killers to see 1x1x1x1 acting like this, but nobody dared voice these thoughts aloud. "Wouldn't you like to know?" 1x1x1x1 replied simply, snorting quietly as he did so.

He turned to face (Y/N) fully for a moment, the crossing his arms over his chest and squinting at (Y/N) in a clearly joking manner. The chains hanging from his frame clinked softly together with the movement. "It's a super secret recipe, (Y/N). I can't just tell you when the other killers could overhear…"

His gaze drifted to the killers sitting nearby, his face genuinely falling for a moment as he scowled at them. The others were minding their own businesses, trying to avoid 1x1x1x1's ire (nobody wanted to deal with a pissy manifestation of hatred, after all).

Turning back to (Y/N), 1x1x1x1's smile returned as he chuckled at them. "I can assure you, older sibling, that there aren't any wayward souls present in my cooking. At least, not that I'm aware of." He then deliberately paused, jokingly letting the tension rise for a moment as he leaned in conspiratorially."Don't worry. It won't bite."

His tone was joking, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity to it. 1x1x1x1's attempt at being comforting was a bit misplaced, but that didn't mean that (Y/N) couldn't appreciate it at least a little bit.

"…'not that you're aware of' implies that you don't know what you're cooking with…" (Y/N) mumbled, although they lost that train of thought when c00lkidd clambered onto their lap and starting begging for their attention. They dutifully turned their attention to the boy now sitting on their lap, thinking for a moment before offering to play Rock, Paper, Scissors with c00lkidd, chuckling softly at his eagerness to play.

(Y/N) had managed to collect another younger brother after being introduced to the killers, that being c00lkidd. He found them utterly fascinating for some reason, and (Y/N) was more than happy to indulge in c00lkidd's little games and roughhousing (although 1x1x1x1 absolutely detested it whenever his older sibling engaged in said roughhousing, worried they'd get injured or worse).

…c00lkidd was lucky that 1x1x1x1 actually thought he was silly and somewhat tolerable, otherwise he might've personally strangled the little boy for taking up so much of his precious sibling's attention.

1x1x1x1 watched as (Y/N) played with c00lkidd, a strange feeling stirring in his chest. Jealousy? No, that couldn't be right. He didn't get jealous. At least, never in this sense.

But seeing his sibling so happily going along with c00lkidd's whims, almost like they were pretending that they were actually related to the little red idiot. Playing with that little brat like they were best friends, hell, he'd seen them comforting c00lkidd after the little boy had a nightmare! It pissed him off. Irrationally so.

1x1x1x1 shook his head, banishing the thoughts. No. He couldn't be mad, not at that…his childhood might've been ripped out of his hands, but that didn't necessarily mean that c00lkidd deserved the same treatment.

Besides, c00lkidd was unfortunately cute. In an annoying, obnoxious, hyperactive way. But it was clear that the kid had grown on him. Only a tiny bit. He would never admit that he was beginning to tolerate and maybe even like c00lkidd.

1x1x1x1 shook his head, focusing back onto the absurdity that he called a meal. It was thick, viscous, and had mystery chunks suspended in its black depths. It actually kind of looked like tar. 1x1x1x1 blinked, now having second thoughts about serving this to his sibling…before shaking off his hesitance and pouring a few bowls of it for himself and the others.

The bowls clinked as he set them down on the table, and he noticeably placed down (Y/N)'s bowl more carefully. As he did so, he heard the sound of c00lkidd giggling loudly. 1x1x1x1 rolled his eyes, suppressing a sigh. The kid was insufferable…not as bad as the others, since his behavior was entirely innocent and unintentional, but it still pissed 1x1x1x1 off.

Even with the gentle placement the dark liquid sloshed slightly, threatening to spill over the sides. It actually started bubbling when it finally settled, steaming and uh…looking slightly inedible. Only slightly. Only a little bit.

"Here," he said, his voice gruff. "Eat up. Before it gets cold."

He sat down across from them, eyeing his own bowl suspiciously. He wasn't even sure if it was any good, or if it was even food in the first place…but he hoped (Y/N) would like it. They had good taste, both in food and in people.

1x1x1x1 glanced up at his sibling, catching their eye. "Enjoy. Please."

(Y/N) held 1x1x1x1's gaze, staring at him with furrowed brows and a strained smile. They glanced between the bowl and their younger brother before taking in a deep breath, and he couldn't tell whether or not they were holding in laughter or were about to start crying. It truly was a 50/50 with (Y/N). "…1x…I love you…but…are you trying to feed me petroleum?"

The question hung in the air, mostly joking…but the part that was serious sounded genuinely a bit grossed out by the thought of trying the uh…the soup. Yes, soup, that's…definitely what it was.

c00lkidd held no such reservations. He'd eaten 1x1x1x1's cooking before- hell, the kid enjoyed it. So when he noticed (Y/N)'s hesitation he started digging into the bowl that 1x1x1x1 had served them, happily chowing down on the slop as (Y/N) watched with an expression that could only be described as aghast.

1x1x1x1 blinked slowly at (Y/N)'s question, his single red eye flickering. Petroleum? Hardly. He may be a monster, but he wasn't trying to kill his own sibling. Not intentionally, at least.

He watched as (Y/N) eyed the bowl of soup suspiciously, seeing their expression bordering on being sick. Even 1x1x1x1 had to admit, it didn't look appetizing. At all. It certainly did look like petroleum with chunks of [MYSTERY INGREDIENT] inside of it, but he was also pretty confident in his cooking. c00lkidd liked it, why wouldn't (Y/N)?

1x1x1x1 glanced over at c00lkidd, who was happily slurping away at the stew of insurmountable evil. The boy's enthusiasm was genuinely amusing, especially since the other killers gave him a 'look' before reluctantly pretending to eat. 1x1x1x1 turned back to (Y/N), a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"No, not petroleum," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "I've already told you, it's a secret recipe. How many times must I repeat myself, dear sibling?" He paused, then added with a shrug, "Don't worry, c00lkidd seems to like it well enough."

He watched as (Y/N) hesitated, still not reaching for their spoon. He could see the conflict in their eyes, the way that their emotions were a confusing tangle of love for him and their revulsion at the thought of tasting his cooking.

1x1x1x1 reached across the table, tapping his finger against the wood next to the ceramic object with a small, pleading frown."Try it," he coaxed softly. "I made some for you, after all. Don't waste my cooking."

There was a strange undercurrent to his voice, subtly begging his older sibling to at least acknowledge the attempt at pleasing them. Almost like he was asking them to accept this strange and heavily fumbled attempt at expressing affection.

He watched them intently, his eye boring into theirs. Waiting. Hoping. For them to take a chance on his food. On his cooking. On...him.

"I…" Oooooh…(Y/N) couldn't bring themself to deny the meal now. Not with 1x1x1x1's gaze and urging, and they gently pulled their bowl away from c00lkidd to at least have a taste of it.

With a lot more hesitance than really necessary (in 1x1x1x1's eyes, at least), they slowly picked up their spoon and brought a spoonful of the mystery sludge up to their mouth. It looked like (Y/N) was physically struggling to tamp down their self-preservation skills before they finally bit the bullet and shoved the spoonful into their mouth, shutting their eyes tightly and swallowing as fast as possible to reduce the chances of them coughing up the concoction.

It took a moment, but a small shudder ran through their body, and everybody at the table genuinely expected (Y/N) to get sick on themself. They just sat there silently for a few moments, halo spinning wildly over their head and eyes shut tightly.

Eventually they silently set their spoon back down, pushing the bowl back towards c00lkidd and sitting there with their eyes still closed…it kind of looked like they were lamenting all of the choices that had led up to this moment.

"It's…something." (Y/N) finally wheezed out, genuinely having a coughing fit the moment their mouth opened. They finally opened their eyes, tears pricking the corners as they glanced back at 1x1x1x1 with guilt. "…sorry. Just ahhh…not…not my taste…you know…?"

1x1x1x1 watched as (Y/N) struggled to choke down the spoonful of his special soup, their face contorting in a mix of revulsion and determination. He could see the battle playing out across their features - the war between their love for him and their gag reflex's desperate pleas for mercy.

When (Y/N) finally managed to swallow the uh…chunky oil, basically, 1x1x1x1 felt a perverse sense of pride swell in his chest. They had done it. They had eaten something he had made specifically for them. Even if they had looked like they were going to retch their lungs out in the process.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched (Y/N) recover from their near death experience. If it was anybody else 1x1x1x1 would've been calling them pathetic or a weakling, but in this case he felt a pang of guilt follow his initial pride. They looked like they were genuinely suffering. Oops.

When (Y/N) spoke, their voice hoarse and strained, 1x1x1x1 felt another wave of sadness flow through him. His cooking wasn't something that would agree with (Y/N), it was something that he knew deep down would be true. He was also 90% sure that the only reason why c00lkidd liked his cooking was because the boy couldn't taste for shit anymore, but that was an entirely different can of worms to open…

Still, hearing them say that it wasn't to their liking stung more than he thought it would. He uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he stared at (Y/N) intensely.

"I see," he murmured, his single red eye glinting in the dim glow of the overhead ceiling light. "Well...I'm glad you tried it." His voice was low, almost gentle. Like he really did appreciate the attempt, even if he was hurt by it too. "Everyone's taste is different, after all."

He glances over at c00lkidd, watching as the boy gleefully slurped up the last of the soup, not a care in the world. His gaze lingers on the child for a long moment before flicking back to (Y/N).

"Just...tell me what you did and didn't like about it," he encouraged quietly, almost looking visibly reluctant to ask. "I want to improve. For you." His gaze bored into theirs, like he was trying to read their very soul for answers and pry them out forcefully.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened when 1x1x1x1 said that, and they fell utterly silent as they glanced away. Clearly they had…comments to make. But instead they bit their tongue, content with attempting to not hurt their younger brother's feelings…

At least, that was until they remembered that c00lkidd was eating this too. They weren't aware of the fact that c00lkidd's tastebuds didn't work anymore, but they were certain that they didn't want the little fella getting an upset stomach trying to eat motor oil for breakfast.

With that realization, their gaze hardened as they glanced back at 1x1x1x1 with a frown. They opened their mouth to say something, closed it, schooled their expression into something far more gentle, and then reopened their mouth to talk to their younger brother in an almost playful manner. "You know…I could just teach you how to cook my way, right? When you were a little bitty I was the one that cooked for you, not Shedletsky…he was always too lazy to…or he was off doing 'important business'…"

(Y/N)'s offer might've been upsetting to anybody else's egos, but it was surprisingly well-received by 1x1x1x1. The memories of their cooking were not lost to time…especially their signature chicken noodle soup. That was just…chef's kiss.

1x1x1x1 felt a flicker of something warm and nostalgic stir in his chest at the mention of (Y/N)'s offer. Memories of his lovely childhood before Shedletsky fucked it all up resurfaced, the pure and loving soul that embodied (Y/N). He remembered the way Poinsettia's cooking had tasted, the comforting, homey flavors that had filled the old (but still massive) kitchen. 1x1x1x1 also remembered adamantly refusing to be taught how to cook by (Y/N), and he cringed at the memory before shaking it off with a sigh.

He leaned forward, his single red eye widening slightly as he searched (Y/N)'s face for any sign of joking or deceit. But there was none, only a genuine and loving offer, tinged with a hint of playful teasing. It made him feel warm, a gentle heat that spread through his chest and soothed the anger in his bones, even if only temporarily.

"You...remember that?" 1x1x1x1 asked softly, sounding unconvinced of the fact that (Y/N)'s mind still managed to linger on the gentle memories of their past. "I...almost forgot." Almost forgot the simple joys of childhood, the little moments of happiness and innocence prior to his seemingly endless suffering.

1x1x1x1 glanced over at c00lkidd, watching as the boy gleefully slurped up the last of his stew. The child seemed oblivious to the weight of their conversation, far too focused on literally cleaning his bowl out to notice the sadness that seemed to have suddenly enveloped 1x1x1x1.

Turning back to (Y/N), 1x1x1x1 felt his throat tighten with unspoken words and longing to fix the past. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge that unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling. It threatened to remind him of the fact that he could never go back, he'd never be the same again…

"I...would like that," 1x1x1x1 managed to choke out, finally looking down to his entirely untouched bowl of soup taunting him from the table.

"I'll take up your offer this time, sibling." He glanced back up at (Y/N), his eye glinting with a tentative hope. "I know that I've got a long way to go…but I'll do it for you." It was a small admission, but a significant one for a creature like him. It was the first loving words he'd said in a long, long while.

~

*feeds you motor oil*

I refuse to believe the propaganda that 1x can cook. he burns down the kitchen. no. nothing else. his main (and only) dish that he can cook is the 'Sludge Supreme' and literally only one person has the capacity to enjoy it (c00lkidd).

also (Y/N) is collecting family like Pokémon. protective and loving older sibling aura is too strong.

anyway, if you like my stuff don't gatekeep it. share the love, give it a rebagel ^w^

[soobinieee]

snowstorm secrets

pairing: soonyoung x f!reader

word count: 2,327

genre: smut (soft s*x), fluff, praise kink, enemies to lovers

sum. a weekend getaway with friends takes an unexpected turn when a heavy snowstorm traps you and your enemy alone in a holiday cabin. however, despite the cold, you felt warm...

a/n: it's been soooo long since i wrote a fic 😭 hope yall enjoy this!

you were trudging along the hallways after your last class ended when suddenly, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name. "hey y/n!" dokyeom shouted. you turned your head and saw dokyeom waving and smiling brightly at you. just as you were about to wave back and return a smile, you saw soonyoung standing beside dokyeom. "tsk, why is that fella there..." you thought to yourself. soonyoung saw who dokyeom was waving to and immediately ran to you. "hey nerd, walking to the library? i'll walk there with you." soonyoung snickers as he teased you. "nah i don't need YOU to follow me and i am NOT going to the library. mind your own business." you rolled your eyes as you replied him. just then, dokyeom walked to where you were and asked "y/n! i'm planning a holiday getaway next week at my parents' holiday cabin. would you like to come? i'll be there with soonyoung and seungkwan, as well as minseol and aeri (your best friends). let me know soon!" he winked at you as he walked away with soonyoung.

you texted your friends after dokyeom's invitation to join his weekend getaway.

y/n: "hey guys, i heard that yall are going to dokyeom's holiday getaway."

minseol: "oh yeah! dokyeom was gonna tell you that day when he asked us but i told him to ask you after your exam. aaaaanyways, are you coming? please say yes.."

y/n: "i would love to join yall but soonyoung will be there... i don't want to quarrel with him every second 💀"

aeri: "just stick with us. we know you hate soonyoung but we will be thereee so just come pleaseee. it wouldn't be fun without you..."

minseol sent a praying emoticon, pleading you to go. you thought about it and then replied "wait yea yall are right, i'll just stick with yall and have a blast there hehe" after that, you told dokyeom that you will be going. dokyeom proceeded to add you in a group chat and sent the details of the holiday getaway.

-- saturday morning, 8am --

you woke up to the freezing weather, getting ready and preparing for the 2 nights at the cabin. ngl, you were quite excited for this short trip except for the fact that soonyoung will be there. "it would have been fantastic if he isn't going ohgod.." you thought to yourself. just then, your phone screen lights up and notifications were flooding your phone.

aeri: "hey y/n can you get to the cabin with soonyoung? dokyeom and seungkwan are going for a grocery run."

y/n: "i can always go with you and minseol"

minseol: "y/n aaa sorry aeri and i just realised we have a morning chemistry consultation over zoom with our teacher until 10am... sorry we rescheduled it twice already idt we should reschedule it again 😭 we'll treat you to lunch and dinner on monday to make it up to you! sorry......don't hate us please.."

y/n: "omg wtf with soonyoung.. alone 😭"

aeri: "shit. IM SO SORRY Y/N soonyoung happened to be the only one free 😭😭😭"

minseol: "y/n i am soo sorry but dokyeom said someone has to be there early to check if we need any extra supplies..."

y/n: "can't soonyoung just go alone"

aeri: "errr dokyeom said its better if someone else accompanies him because he's quite bad at directions 💀..."

y/n: "ohmygod. fine i'll go but keep your promise on monday's lunch and dinner."

"great, what a wonderful way to start this winter getaway." you thought to yourself. just then, soonyoung texted you asking for your address so he can pick you up. you had no choice but to send your address while you received more apologies from dokyeom and your friends on how you have to travel to the cabin alone with soonyoung. after 30 minutes of waiting, soonyoung rang your doorbell. you carried your duffel bag and put on your coat before heading out to the cold.

"hey nerd, not bringing your study materials to the cabin?" you rolled your eyes and replied "can you stop calling me a nerd? i am not one." soonyoung laughs and retorted back, "no. pass me your bag."

before you could decline him, he snatched your duffel bag from you and placed it in the trunk. you were shocked but you didn't think much about it and entered the car.

the journey to the cabin was awkward but weirdly comfortable. all you could hear was cigs after sex playing in the background from the car's radio and soonyoung casually humming to the tune at random stops. he did not make fun of you nor quarreled with you over small random things.

"oh i wish he could stay this quiet whenever i see him..." you thought to yourself as you looked out the window. it was snowing heavily outside and all you see was thick white snow blanketing over the pavements. as soonyoung drove further into the outskirts of the country, you realised how seldom you explored the countrysides. "i should definitely come here for short getaways in the future.." you thought to yourself. envisioning yourself with different getaway ideas, soonyoung broke your train of thoughts

"hey y/n. could you search up the location again. i need to make sure if i am going the right direction." you sighed and took out your phone, inputting the location into the gps. the gps started giving directions and soonyoung listened intently.

at one point, he made a wrong turn (which he did not even realise) so you shouted "DUDE you made a wrong turn."

"wait no i'm correct" he rebutted.

"nonono dude look at the gps." you told him. "huh no im correc- oh. you're right sorry nerd." his voice softer as he realised his mistake. after what seems like forever, you and soonyoung finally reached dokyeom's holiday cabin. he brought your bags in along with his into the cabin. you hugged yourself tightly as the winds howled strongly. "the snow is quite heavy" you sighed.

as you went into the cabin with soonyoung, you took off our coat and boots. soonyoung turned on the heater (which was working thank god) while you went to check for supplies. after checking and confirming with dokyeom that everything yall need is there, you sat on the couch and scrolled through your phone. just as you were about to wonder what soonyoung was up to, you realised he successfully started a fire at the fireplace. he turned back, pointed to the fireplace and proudly announced to you, "i'm kwon fire." you rolled your eyes but chuckled softly as you thought he was quite adorable.

an hour has passed and your friends were still not in sight. it was snowing so heavily outside that you could barely see anything. the way the winds made the trees move looked really scary too as you stared out of the cabin windows. you were about to ask the group chat when they were arriving but to your dismay dokyeom said that there was a snowstorm so due to safety they decided to drive to the cabin after it subsides. soonyoung saw the message and replied with a thumbs up. however, you felt nowhere close to being okay. "there's no way i'm spending the time here with this jerk...." you silently complained to yourself.

"are you hungry? i brought instant ramyeon with me. if you want some, i can cook for you. i'm cooking for myself anyway. plus they won't be here anytime soon." soonyoung asked.

"oh yea sure, thanks." you replied thinking about how soonyoung is suddenly being so nice. it felt weird but nice, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. as you texted your friends, you could smell the ramyeon which made your stomach growl.

when soonyoung told you it was ready, you ran to the dining area and started digging into your food. to your surprise it tasted good. you never knew he was capable of cooking meals. to beat the silence, he started a conversation with you.

you looked up to reply him but he snickered and said "your mouth is dirty." "huh WHER-" before you could finish your sentence, his finger went to wipe it off for you. you sat there shocked, trying to process what he just did. he laughed then went back to eating. your face turned red and you muttered a soft "thanks".

after the simple meal, you went back to the couch. soonyoung followed behind you and suggested playing a game. "2 truths 1 lie? it will be boring if we keep scrolling through tiktok anyway." you nodded as you agreed with him. making yourselves comfortable on the floor, infront of the cozy fireplace, you started the ball rolling. as yall were playing, you and him either quarreled loudly at certain times or laughed heartily at each other's truths. if you were being honest, you quite enjoy it, which was weird because you never knew you could stand him.

"your turn" you chirped at soonyoung.

"hmm.... i love tigers, i love hamsters, i love you" "LOL dude isn't this simple, it's obviously the i love hamsters one. you literally look like one but hates anyone who calls you a hamste-... wait what??" as you replied, you realised what he just said. "wait what was your last one?" soonyoung looked at you and repeated, "my last one is i love you."

before you could process it, soonyoung leaned in and smashed his lips on you. your cheeks turned red and your heart started beating so fast but you leaned in more to kiss him. he then slid his tongue in your mouth. you whimpered and pressed your body closer to him, unconsciously grinding against him. butterflies erupted in your stomach as you kept wanting more.

"soonyoung..." you whimpered. "y/n, may i..." he asked as he traced circles on your thighs. you nodded and he immediately laid you down on the carpet. making sure that you are in a comfortable position, he started undressing you and himself. as your hands explored his body, it ignited a trail of flame.

soonyoung in awe, whispered “you are so fucking beautiful. you don't know how long i've wanted you.”

“soonyoung, please i need you so bad" you whimpered as you outlined his chiseled abs. "baby, be patient let me take in your beauty first..” soonyoung left a trail of wet kisses down your body. every touch left goosebumps on your skin. as he licked your cunt, his lust-filled eyes locked with yours. soonyoung groaned lowly, leaving shivers down your spine.

“you’re so wet...” he growled. you tugged his hair harshly as he continued licking your cunt clean. “soonie please… your cock.. please fuck me” you begged.

soonyoung immediately ripped the condom packet he took from his bag and rolled it down on his cock, groaning softly. he slowly slid himself into you. “you’re so tight, so perfect for me.”

“soonyoung aahh, feels so good” you moaned as he started moving. you pulled him closer to you. he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“baby, you’re so good for me. i love you so much” you locked your legs on his hips, pulling him even closer where your body molded as one with his.

“fuck, soonyoung faster...” soonyoung whispered sweet nothings into your ears as he caged you between his strong arms. he smirked as all he heard were your pretty cries of his name and the sounds of clapping echoing in the room.

“soonie, i’m close…” you cried out. "y/n, you feel so fucking good. cum for me please baby." soonyoung breathes out. your body arched as you reached your climax which was followed by him afterwards.

he slumped his body on you, catching his breath after riding out both your orgasms. you peppered kisses on his shoulder as you cuddled with him. it felt so comfortable feeling each other's warmth though your bodies were coated with sweat.

“soonyoung?” you called him.

“hmm?” he replies.

“i realised that i have always liked you i just did not want to believe it… on days when you don’t tease me, i yearn for you.” you confessed, face hiding in his neck feeling shy.

“y/n, i only tease you for your attention. i don’t mean whatever i say about you. you’re literally perfect. i love you y/n.” soonyoung mumbles softly as his face heats up.

“i love you too” you replied back pulling his face to you as you pecked his lips.

soonyoung cleaned and dressed both of you up afterwards. the two of you cuddled on the couch, waiting for your friends' arrival.

-- after 30 minutes --

“WE’RE HERE! i miss you so much y/n.” minseol shouted but her jaw dropped when she saw you and soonyoung cuddling on the couch. “FINALLY! i knew yall had something for each other hehe. okay guys pay up.” aeri demanded as she and seungkwan collected money from the other two.

you started telling minseol and aeri what happened as yall prepared for dinner. dokyeom assigned roles for everyone to speed up the process.

after dinner, you and soonyoung decided to sit at the porch and stargaze.

“wow the stars are so pretty…” you looked up and muttered.

“just like you” soonyoung looked at you and whispered. you blushed upon hearing his words.

“oh by the way, though i said i didn’t mean whatever i said about you, i do think you’re abit of a nerd…” soonyoung snickered.

“kwon soonyoung. stop it right now.” you curtly replied.

“i’m sorry baby but at least you’re my cute nerd.” he cuddled you as he replied.

warming each other up in the cold was the best thing ever of this trip.

"i love you soonie" you said softly, with a smile on your face.

"i love you too, my nerd." he whispered back as his voice was filled with deep emotions.

[kiokos]

A GIRLS NEWFOUND PROBLEMS

Sypnosis: Y/N L/N, a girl rejected by everyone due to her ‘unusual’ appearance, had met up and become friends with a boy who was obsessed with soccer when she was 13, without knowing he would be the reason that she got to meet with the 3 people who would make her life shine brighter than ever before.

Genre: slight romance, crack, strangers to 4lifers, suggestive sometimes (?)

A/N: okay guys I swear I have a reason for not being online for like. Err.. two weeks..?😭 FIRST OF ALL LAST WEEK + TODAY WE HAVE BREAK FROM SCHOOL SO AYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY.

Anyways… SO YEAH I TRIED TO ENJOY MY TIME W MY FRIENDS AND STUFF :3!! Also I kind of added fine shyt. He’s cute and he’s so nice and JSJSJSHWHHSEBEHWBHSBEHSBWJQJWBDBSBSBSB He’s lowkey JAHSHSJAHQHWWHWHSHSJSBHSBDBDBXBXN

Anyways.

Warnings(?): kys jokes, kind of ooc karasu(?), ooc otoya(?), petnames (doll), you and karasu sit on the same bed, lowkey jealous karasu, idk what else to add lolz

Taglist: @ihe4rtme @x3nafix @sapphireillusions

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You groaned and you finally got the last baggages into your room, with a smug karasu behind you carrying two massive ones as if it was nothing. You rolled your eyes as you saw the look on his face. Before you could say anything, he went, “yer’ overreacting. They ain’t that heavy, ya dimwit.”

And there did the flying sandal go! Straight to his face. “YOU SHOULD LEARN TO SHUT UP!” “OUCH- THAT HURT YA IDIOT!” You rolled your eyes before huffing out a, “just help me unpack, will you? Also don’t touch that bag.” “Why?” “My underwears are in them. DO NOT TOUCH.” “Sounds interestin’.” “TABITO.” “OKAY-OKAY.”

When he started helping you unpack, he noticed a particular picture you two took years ago. He gently picked it up from your bag, being extra careful not to break it before turning to you with a big grin on his face, before saying, “reminds me of the old days. Remember when ya once grabbed a boy by his ear and forced him to apologize to me?! That was frickin’ hilarious!” “THAT’S BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A WUSS TO DO IT YOURSELF!” “WAS NOT!”

You rolled your eyes as you took the picture and settled it down on your desk. “Ya know, ya should probably put that in an.. errr… what’s it called again?” “Picture frame?” “Ya! That!” You let out a laugh and said, “yeah. You know what, maybe I should.” You could barely even say something else before shidou came in the room.

He was looking for karasu - and grinned when he saw you two together. “Dang, didn’t know she was taken, karasu.” “Shut up, you dimwit. We’re just friends.” “Thats what they all sayyyyy;3” “you little-!” Shidou grinned and ran out the room as karasu chased after him and you simply sighed. You were about to call karasu back to help you put something up, until otoya came into your room.

You paused when you saw him. You did as karasu asked and didn’t really speak to otoya - setting aside all the normal stuff such as ‘goodmorning’, ‘bye’, ‘hi’, things like that, but other than those moments, you barely spoke with the guy. As you were about to speak up, he went,

“Heard you calling for karasu, but he’s busy chasing down shidou right now… what did you need?” He said in such a nonchalant tone it almost pissed you off, but you simply sighed and answered his question. “Err, you see, I need to set up something and needed karasu’s help..” you admitted, to which otoya replied to with, “I can help. What is it you need to put up?” He said, tilting his head slightly.

“Ah, just something for my closet,” you said as you opened the closet doors as to show him. (not sure what to call them), you pointed at a pole(?) you’re supposed to put up (the kind in which you need to hang your clothes on). “Ah, okay, I see. Let me help.” He said, slightly hesitating to come in the room, as if asking you for permission to enter. As you nodded, he entered and started working.

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“Alright, all done.” He muttered after a few minutes, turning to you. “Ah, thanks. How can I repay you?” You said as your gaze met his. “Hm, you don’t need to. ‘S what roommates do, right? Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said before pausing, and then he went, “if you really wanna repay me, you could come with me to visit this new record shop that opened last week?” You hesitated for a little bit before choking out a, “yeah… sure.” He nodded as he left the room.

What you didn’t expect to see as he left the room, though, was a very-much-not-pleased-karasu. He scoffed as he entered the room. “Are you mad at me?” You said, turning to him. “Mad at you? ‘Fcourse not. Could never be mad at you.” He then paused before saying, “mad at otoya, tho.”

“He seems like a nice guy, tho.” You replied, turning to karasu. “Tch. Sure. Whatever floats your boat, doll.” He snarked pack. You rolled your eyes before hitting his shoulder playfully. “Ouch! What was that for, ya dimwit!?” He squeaked, rubbing his shoulder.

“For being jealousssssss~” “I’M NOT JEALOUS.” “AM!” “AM NOT!” “AMMMM!~~~~” AM NOT!!!” He rolled his eyes before muttering, “yer a dumbass. Why would I be jealous of YOU- OUCH!” He once again squeaked out as you hit his shoulder. “Why’s my shoulder the victim here!?” “Cuz you’re being rude, that’s why!” “AM NOT!” You rolled your eyes before just plopping down on your bed and sighing.

“Come sit here, tabito.” “Tabito? No tabi?” “I called you that ONCE in middle school, tabito! Get over it!” He chuckled before settling down on your bed and letting out a, “eh, I liked it. You should call me that more often, Y/N.” He smirked before looking down at you.

You scowled and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at him. “And YOU should stop wearing that god-awful hair gel!” Karasu was about to snark back before getting a notification. Looking at it, he once again sighed, standing up before saying, “gotta go. Got work to do. Can I get a goodbye hug?” “Not even in your dreams, you doofus!” You say as you stand up and hug him.

“Okay.. don’t forget to come down to the bar tomorrow night, ‘kay? Me and the rest of the guys are gonna be there, so unless you come, you’ll be alone in the house.” He reminded you as your warmth melted away as you settled back on your bed.

“That sounds delightful and peaceful.” You grinned back as he rolled his eyes before going, “right then, I’ll be off. If shidou annoys you, tell rin.” “Yeah, okay, I’ll remember that.” After that, he walked out of your room.

As he left, you stood there, pondering about what you could do. You decided to dress up and go to a library! Surely nothing would go wrong, right?

You just now realized how terribly wrong you were as you spotted a few of karasu’s teammates in the library.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Overstimulation with Loki

A/N: Errr. I may switch up the way I’m doing Kinktober bc I’m having ✨motivation issues✨ But fourth fic of Kinktober, yay! Let me know if I missed any warnings

Written with a male!Reader in mind

Link to masterlist here

CW: overstimulation, condescension, degradation, Reader is likened to an animal in heat, Loki restrains the Reader’s hands, Reader is called pet and darling and slut, multiple orgasms, licking up cum, ass play, rimming, Reader is mentioned to be a bit of a masochist, mentioned multiple rounds, aftercare, does this count as dubcon?

437 words

All you can do is whimper.

Your brain is fuzzy. Your thoughts slow and sluggish. All you can do is mindlessly move, squirming to get away and arching up for more.

It hurts. So deliciously.

You want to moan, scream, wail, sob for mercy. But all you can do is whimper.

“Look at you,” Loki’s voice is a low purr. A sadistic croon. “Fucking my hand so mindlessly. Like a base animal needing to mate.”

You whine, tugging weakly at the hand gripping your wrists. They’re pinned above your head, keeping you in place.

“Oh, no, my beloved pet,” he chuckles, swiping his thumb over your tip in a way that has your eyes rolling back. “You don’t get to escape so easily.”

You cum for what feels like the thousandth time. Weak spurts of cum spilling over Loki’s knuckles and fist. He lets go for just a moment to lick his hand clean and you gasp with relief.

Your body thrums with aftershocks, painful little jolts of pleasure that feel like electricity.

His hand smooths over your stomach and you whimper again, squirming away from his touch. “No, it’s too much!”

His voice is a low coo, even as he moves to turn you over. “Then I won’t touch your pretty dick anymore. There are other ways to make you cum, darling. I know you have a few more in you. I want them all.”

You shudder as his fingers slide over your asshole, gently pressing. It feels so good, and yet it makes your stomach clench and your dick throb.

“Please…!” You whimper out.

But Loki just chuckles. “Oh, darling. I know you have it in you. You’re just a dirty little slut under that big man facade. You turn drunk at the slightest press of my cock.”

You moan, pressing your face into the sheets. He’s not wrong, and it only makes it worse. The heavy throbbing of your dick gets twice as bad when he dips down to lick at your asshole. Lapping his tongue against you and purring at the taste.

“You’re delicious, darling. I’m going to enjoy this thoroughly.”

All you can do is whimper. Whimper and squirm against his hold. It’s no use. He’ll get what he wants in the end, and you’re not resolved enough to not want it. It feels so painfully good. And you’ve always been a bit of a masochist.

You give him two more rounds before you pass out. When you wake, you’re all cleaned up, wrapped in his arms. And with the pleasurable way your body aches, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

[bambambwi]

Covered in Red

༺ context ; Errr just the the boys covered in lipstick marks

༺ warnings ; None its entirely fluff!!

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Ji Yong ;

Ji Yong was sprawled out on your couch, legs stretched out onto the floor, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he waited for you to finish showering. In reality, you were just sitting on your bed after a good shower with a towel wrapped around your head and torso, equally lost in your phone as you scrolled through TikTok. You had completely forgotten that your boyfriend was growing bored, waiting for you. 

You paused at a video—a boy covered in kiss marks, his face stamped with bright red lipstick prints. A smile tugged at your lips as an idea sparked in your mind. For a moment, you hesitated, but the thought of Ji Yong’s face covered in kiss stamps was too good to pass up. Excitement bubbled in your chest as you jumped out of bed, quickly throwing on your clothes. Grabbing your red lipstick, you headed straight for the living room, determined to turn your idea into reality.

Ji Yong had no idea what was coming.

“Hellooo, jagi~” Ji Yong drawled, lowering his phone as his full attention shifted to you. His eyes followed your every move as you walked toward him, a playful glint in them.

Without hesitation, you settled onto his lap, facing him, your arms draping loosely around his neck. His hands instinctively found their way to your waist, his gaze questioning yet amused.

“You smell good,” Ji Yong said with a smile, his hands resting comfortably on your waist.

“Do I?” you mused, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the lipstick you had grabbed earlier from your room.

Ji Yong’s eyes flickered with curiosity as he watched you apply it, but he didn’t question it. To him, you simply wanted to wear it—no big deal. So, he just admired you silently, completely unaware of your real intention. 

That was until you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, leaving behind a perfect red imprint.

He tilted his head in confusion, his brows slightly furrowing as he watched you reapply the lipstick. Before he could say anything, you leaned in again, this time pressing a kiss to his nose, leaving another red imprint.

His lips parted slightly, eyes flickering between you and the growing number of lipstick marks on his face. What exactly are you up to?

But instead of pulling away, you simply grinned, your hands still cradling his face as you admired your work. This was only the beginning.

“Jagiya, what on earth are yo—” Ji Yong started, but his words were cut off as you planted another kiss on his cheek, leaving behind yet another red mark.

He blinked, momentarily stunned, before letting out a breathy chuckle. Oh, so this is what we’re doing now?

He suddenly grabbed your lipstick, holding it just out of reach.

"Hey!" you yelped, immediately trying to snatch it back, but he was quicker. He leaned back against the couch, a smug grin on his face as he raised the lipstick higher, effortlessly keeping it away from you.

"You’ve had your fun," he teased, eyes twinkling with amusement. "My turn."

Your eyes widened. Oh no.

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Seunghyun ; 

Both of you were on the couch. Seunghyun sat upright, one hand holding his phone, while the other gently ran through your hair. You were lying down near his legs, relaxed and content, your head resting comfortably on the cushions. Both of you were mindlessly scrolling through your phones. Seunghyun was on a call, his voice low and focused, while you absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok, lost in the endless stream of videos. You paused when a particular video caught your eye—a girl playfully covering her boyfriend’s face in lipstick stamps.

You glanced over at Seunghyun, who was completely engrossed in his call, then back at your phone. Should you do it to him? You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The thought of Seunghyun covered in lipstick marks... Yeah, that would be something.

That’s when you suddenly got up, heading toward your room without saying a word. Seunghyun glanced up from his call, confusion flashing across his face as he watched you walk away. What was that about?

You didn’t give him a chance to ask as you quickly grabbed your red lipstick from your room. A mischievous grin played on your lips as you made your way back to him.

You sat down next to him, casually unscrewing the red lipstick and applying it with a focused expression. Once it was on, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against Seunghyun’s cheek, leaving a bold red imprint behind.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you pulled back, admiring your work. Without missing a beat, you reapplied the lipstick and shifted, settling yourself onto his lap. This time, you leaned in closer, pressing a playful kiss to his lips.

Seunghyun shot you a glare, his focus still on the phone call. But you weren’t fazed. You continued planting kisses on his face, one after another, leaving bold red lipstick stamps all over his cheek, jawline, and even his nose.

Each kiss was playful, teasing him more and more as he tried to maintain his composure, clearly distracted but unwilling to fully break his attention from the call.

He ran a hand through his hair before ending the call, his expression shifting as he opened his phone. “Aegiya, what is this?” he said, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement as he looked at the lipstick marks scattered across his face in the screen’s reflection.

You couldn’t help but laugh, watching his reaction as he stared at his phone screen in disbelief. “What? You look cute,” you teased, a grin spreading across your face.

Seunghyun shook his head, raising an eyebrow at you. “Cute, huh? This is what you call cute?” He sighed dramatically, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re lucky I like you, Aegiya.”

Before you could respond, he suddenly pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You’re going to pay for this later, though.”

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Daesung ; 

You were patiently waiting for Daesung to arrive at your place after he texted saying he was on his way. Sitting at the kitchen counter, you scrolled through your phone, texting your friends, feeling a bit bored. That was until one of your friends sent a picture of a boy covered in lipstick stamps, along with a message: "You should do this to Daesung!"

You hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether you really wanted to ruin his pretty face with lipstick marks... but then, totally!

With a grin, you went to your room and grabbed a red lipstick. By the time you returned to the kitchen, Daesung had arrived, standing at the door with a box in his hands.

"Oh, hi~! I bought you pastries!" he said, placing the box down on the counter before walking over to you.

"Oh, you did?" you said, glancing over at the box over his shoulder while you casually applied the lipstick.

"Are you going out?" Daesung asked, eyeing you as you put the lipstick on, a slight frown pulling at his lips.

You didn’t answer him, instead, you grinned and leaned in closer, cupping his face gently and planting kisses all over him.

He burst into giggles, squirming and squealing your name. “Hey! Let me go!” he laughed, trying to pull away, but you just couldn’t stop smothering him with more lipstick marks.

You both tumbled over the couch, and before you knew it, you found yourself on top of him, with Daesung falling back against the cushions.

"Hey, hey!" he yelled out, squirming underneath you, trying to push you off as you continued to plant more lipstick kisses on his face.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reactions, feeling his hands lightly pushing against your shoulders. “You’re going to regret this!” he playfully warned, though his laughter betrayed his annoyance.

Daesung finally gave up fighting for a moment, letting out a dramatic sigh as he lay back against the couch, his arms spread out. You, still sitting on top of him, couldn’t help but smirk at the surrender.

‘’you know, you look prettier like this’’ you said leaning down to his face. 

Daesung looked up at you, his expression turning mock-serious as he pointed at his face. “Promise me you’ll clean this...” he said, gesturing to the lipstick marks scattered across his skin. “I want a full-on cleaning routine!”

He pouted dramatically, making a show of it, but you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, leaning down to press another kiss to his cheek. “Alright, alright,” you teased, “I’ll take care of you, but only because you look too cute to leave like this.”