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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 months

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Skatepark

Summary: Your boyfriends pick you up from your bakery to go to the skatepark together.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

TW: Skateboarding Injuries (cleaning wounds & blood)

Word Count: 2,566

Accountant! Hyunjae X Baker! Reader X Skate Shop Owner! Eric (Milric)

[A/n: So, Eric posted some photos from the US tour on 7/31 (which I bawled to but vv unrelated) and saw Eric looking like a skater dude next to Hyunjae who looked like he worked a high-paying office job on the curb. And originally, it was just a little silly thing for me to dream up to Kebbi about two of her biases. And I made the reader a baker bc that was fun. And if it wasn’t for her bringing up baker! Younghoon. This idea might have not made it outside of our chat. So, a very special credit and thank you to @jinkoh for inspiring the fic and helping further it.]

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Younghoon looks up from the counter he's wiping down when the bell rings above the door. He looks over and sees Hyunjae and Eric walking over. He gives them a big smile as he throws the rag over his shoulder, “Oh! (Y/n)'s in the back making blueberry muffins! But I'll let them know you're here!” They both nod as he heads to the back, where you’re setting the last wrapper into the pan. You tell yourself, “Okay, last pan!” as you start pouring the batter into each tin when Younghoon goes, “Hey, your boys are here.” Your eyes widen with excitement as you quickly scrape the bowl with the spatula. “Really?!” He laughs, “Yeah.” You put the bowl down, “Can you tell them I'll be just a moment? I gotta switch the muffins around.” He nods and leaves. You get an oven mitt, grab the cooked muffins, and put them on the counter before setting the last tray in the spot it left. You pick up the hot tray off the counter and put it on the rack before removing the oven mitt and washing your hands. You wipe your hands dry before retiring your apron, leaving the kitchen.

As you come through the swinging doors, you ask, “Younghoon?” And he perks up, “Yeah?” “You can take care of the muffins, right?” “Of course!” “And then after the last one goes on the rack-” He cuts you off, “I get to close the shop?” You roll your eyes as you nod, “Make sure they all head into the cooler before you leave, okay?” “Alright, now shoo before they eat all of our honey lemon cookies!” You look over to see your two lovers eating two cookies each. You laugh before grabbing yourself two. Before walking out from behind the counter and wishing Younghoon a good day. You join your lovers, “Okay, where are we off to?” Eric grabs your hand eagerly, and in between bites, he says, “To the skate park!” Hyunjae holds Eric’s hand, guiding you three to his car as you eat your cookies. You brush off the crumbs before getting in and sitting in the passenger seat, knowing full well that Eric was going to sprawl out with his skateboard next to him. And sure enough, you watch as he does in the rearview. You buckle in as Hyunjae shifts into drive, pulling out of the parallel parking spot. You ask Hyunjae, “So, how’s corporate?” He grins, “It was an easy day for once!” Eric gasps, “No way!” He nods, “Yeah, I got to sit back and stare at my computer all day.” And Hyunjae asks you how the bakery was, “Well, I was mainly just making muffins today for Muffin Monday.” You can hear Eric’s excitement before you see it, “Any mango?” “Have you checked the fridge?” He gasps, “Really?” “Yeah, I made a special batch for the three of us the day before.” Hyunjae looks back in the rearview mirror at him, “You didn’t eat one of yours yet?” He pouts, “No, I had to run to the skate shop... Haknyeon lost his key. So, I didn’t even have time to check the fridge.” You smile, “That means we all get mango muffins for dessert!” He grins, and you ask him how his work was, “It was easy, just mainly kids coming in for new wheels today.” You scoff, “Really? You guys had such easy jobs today.” Hyunjae instantly retorts, “As if making muffins isn’t the easiest for you…” You laugh as you surrender.

Hyunjae parks the car, and the three of you get out, “Do either of you want to skate today?” You shake your head, “I’m whooped from muffin making.” And he nods, but Hyunjae goes, “Yeah, only if you skate with me!” Eric grins, “This is why I always come prepared!” He pulls out a second board, handing Hyunjae his spare before grabbing his hand and rushing them into the park together. You shake your head at them, the two always eager to play. You sit on the bench and watch as Eric helps Hyunjae get into all his gear before Eric puts only a helmet on. And you listen, “You remember what I taught you, right?” Hyunjae nods and gets on the board with ease. Eric encourages him, and they both wave goodbye to you before heading over to the bowl. You watch them drop in, with Hyunjae letting out a little yelp as he does. The two carve around the bowl while you stretch out, letting your joints finally rest after continuously using them for the past six hours.

While Hyunjae is still rocking in the bowl, Eric pops out and skates over to you, making a quick stop in front of you. “Do you want anything, babe?” You smile, “A water would be nice.” He smiles as he skates over to the vending machine and gets you one. He returns, kicking up his board and sitting beside you to watch Hyunjae skate, “Here you go~” “Thanks, love.” He gives you a kiss, and you two talk for a second. When you hear a little shout of, “Er-Eric!” You peek over and see Hyunjae struggling to get the momentum up again to pop out of the bowl, and you both let out a little laugh. Before Eric goes, “Duty calls!” You shake your head as Eric raises his hand to the sky as if he’s the skateboarding superman and drops in. You peer over to watch him help Hyunjae get the speed back up and help him out of the bowl before popping back onto his board.

When Hyunjae shakily makes it out of the bowl, you pat the bench, “Come on, you deserve it…” He laughs as he removes his gear before falling onto the bench beside you. After you take another sip of your water, you ask, “Water?” He hums and takes the bottle from you before drinking some. He puts it on the ground for the two of you, and you both watch Eric. “You did well in the bowl this time!” He grins, “I’m improving.” You hum, “I think so.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to practice that new trick you mastered.”

“You mean the Ollie?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s so fun, but I’m too tired, honey.”

“Promise us, we’ll see you be cool next time?”

“Promise.”

When another voice from beside you say, “We’re holding you to that!” That’s when you see Eric standing beside the two of you. “How did you get here so quietly?” He smirks, “I’m a pro.” You laugh, “I guess so. But I promise.” And the two of them grin and tell you, “Good.” Eric smiles and goes, “Okay, now you guys gotta watch~” You both nod and watch as he heads to the other side of the skatepark, hops up onto a rail, gliding across it. And when it ends, he lands a flip off of it. Hyunjae mutters, “He’s so cool…” You laugh as you agree, “He is.”

You watch as he heads to the cloverleaf bowl, his favorite. He blows you each a kiss and waits for you two to catch and keep them before dropping in, causing you both to giggle. You watch as he comes back up, doing a 180° turn. He picks up speed and skates around the edge of the cloverleaf. His grin makes you both happy as he rides around before heading back into it. He pops out and lands an ollie before skating along the edge of another piece of concrete and pop shoves off of it.

You lean your head against Hyunjae’s shoulder as you watch Eric skate around. And ask, “Did you get your lunch?” He kisses the top of your head before answering, “I never leave home without it.” “What did Eric write you?” And he sings, “Sting like a bee, honey~.” You both giggle, and he asks, “What about yours?” You laugh as you remember yours, “Make your treats full of love, love.” Which makes him laugh, and you ask, “Do you think Eric grabbed our lunch note?” Hyunjae hums and goes, “Let’s find out.” “Babe! What did our note say?!” And Eric skids to a halt as he grins, “Skate on, Babe!” You both grin, and he does too, before pushing off to continue skating around, using the empty park to his advantage. You three were the only ones at the park today, but considering it was an early afternoon on a Sunday, it wasn’t surprising. Hyunjae rests his arm around your shoulder as he watches, “I wonder if Eric will show us any new tricks today.” You hum, “Maybe?” You watch him do a few kickflips before he drops back into the cloverleaf.

It all happens so fast. One second Eric’s up, catching his board in his hand with a giant grin on his face as he spins in the air. And the next, his board slips out from under his feet, and he starts falling without it. You both watch in horror as Eric lands on his side. Since you’re the only ones in the park, you both can hear the echo of his shirt ripping as he presumably skids down and his pained groans. You both spring into action, rushing over to the cloverleaf, and find Eric clutching his knee and arm. You call out, “Nothing broke!?” As Hyunjae slides down into the bowl. You hear his voice break as he answers, “No…” You nod, “I’m gonna get the car!” Hyunjae throws his key up to you. And you catch it and run over to the car, pulling it up to the gate that leads out.

You pop open the back seat door, and while Hyunjae carries Eric over, you grab the two boards and water you three left behind. When you get back to the car, you put the boards on the passenger side floorboard before hopping into the front seat. You check the rearview mirror as you click your seatbelt in and see Eric’s face shoved into Hyunjae’s stomach as he cries. Your heart sinks as you get your mind into gear and quickly drive the three of you home. You get out first, opening Hyunjae’s door before going, “I’ll meet you two upstairs?” Hyunjae nods as he gathers Eric in his arms. You rush up the stairs and unlock your apartment door, leaving it unlocked so Hyunjae can easily open it.

You get out the first aid kit and clean your hands, prepping for a bloody and crying Eric. It wasn’t often that he got injured since he’s been skating since he was a kid. But when he did, it was messy. And this time was no different. Hyunjae carries him into the bathroom, and you hear him softly coo, “It’s okay, babe…” He sets him on the bathroom counter, and you give him a small smile, “Let’s get you all cleaned up, babe…” He sniffles as his tears stream down his cheeks, and he nods. You peel his ruined shirt off, and he gasps from the sting, and you quickly apologize, “Sorry…” He nods, and thankfully it’s mostly surface level on his left upper arm.

When you grab the disinfectant spray, he recoils, “It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You shake your head, “It never has before…” He gulps, “Positive?” You nod, and you spray it over his wound, and he winces even though it isn’t painful. You clean it up with some cotton pads, carefully go over the deeper cuts. You start bandaging him up, and he lets out a little sigh as you finish up. But as you go to clean his knee, his body shivers as he lets out a sob, and you look at him, “S-sorry. It just stung when you… when you moved the air in the room.” You nod, careful not to make another gust, “It’s okay, babe. No need to apologize. I’m going to spray your knee, okay?” He breathes in deeply, trying to control his tears as you spritz the disinfectant. You notice how deep it is and look up at him again. You ask, “Did you land mainly on your knee?” He nods and hisses as you wipe away the dried blood. And he's a bawling mess all over again as you patch him up. You look at Hyunjae and see him leaning against the doorway, watching you two. He gives you a fond smile as you clean Eric's wound, and you smile back over at him. You start dressing his wound and kiss Eric’s bandage knee. Hyunjae comes over and kisses Eric’s bandaged arm, “We gotta kiss it all better, right?” Eric sniffles, “Y-Yeah…”

Hyunjae leaves the bathroom and comes back with a soft shirt and sweatpants. “You want help into them?” He nods, and you both carefully take off his shorts and help him into the soft sweatpants, careful not to rub against his newly bandaged knee. Hyunjae helps him slip the shirt over his head and carefully over his wrapped arm. When his fluffy head pops out, Hyunjae and you share a look before kissing his cheeks. And his ears turn red, and you tease, “Now you blush, babe?” He pouts and lets out another sniffle, and you both can’t help but kiss his pout away. “Would a mango muffin make you feel all better?” He sniffles before nodding, “That would be nice.” You both help him into the living room as he lets out little hisses of pain, walking over to the couch. You sit beside him as Hyunjae gets the muffins, and Eric cuddles up to you.

Eric leans his head against your chest, letting out a sniffle. He says, “My left side hurts bad, love…” You gasp as you run your fingers through his hair, “Did you scrape that too?” He shakes his head, “No… just in general.” You sigh, “Oh… I know, babe.” You kiss the top of his head as Hyunjae returns, “A muffin for each of us~” You take yours, and Eric happily eats his with the mango juice Hyunjae got him.

As the three of you finally relax, you idle into easy conversations. “You were so cute, blubbering with tears.” And Eric scoffs, “I was not crying.” You laugh, “Oh, you so were.” He shakes his head, “Nuh-huh.” Hyunjae smirks, ruffling Eric’s hair, “You’re cute when you cry~” And Eric pouts, “I wasn’t…” You both giggle at his antics. You place a kiss on his cheek while Hyunjae places a kiss on his forehead. He scoffs again and crosses his arms over his chest. The action causing him to hiss in pain, but you both knew what he wanted. So, you both roll your eyes at him, and you grab his chin and bring him into a kiss. He sighs in contentment, and you both break away before Hyunjae quickly cuts in, pulling Eric’s chin towards him to kiss. When they part, you pout, “Where’s my kiss… I haven’t gotten a real one all day...” And Hyunjae laughs at you before grasping your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. When you pull away, Eric’s pouting again, “I want my injury cuddles...” You both grin at your scraped up lover, and settle happily around him, careful to not brush against his scrapes. And he settles further into the couch cushions and into your guys’ comforting holds.

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ode-to-spring · 2 years

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♡⋆.ೃ࿔* A QUIET MOMENT AWAY ~

being a respected figure comes with many perks, but equally as many consequences. sometimes, it isn't a bad thing to seek help from people you trust . . .

ੈ♡ barbara x reader (intended to be platonic, but interpret this however you'd like<3) ੈ♡ category :: sort of hurt/comfort? barbara isn't doing too well before the events of this, reader comes to comfort her for a bit ੈ♡ warnings :: barbara is vv tired, this sort of came out as a vent fic because of themes of being overwhelmed & overworked, not having time for yourself, and other things of the like ੈ♡ a/n :: omg emilia posting?? for the first time in forever ?!? i'm really sorry for the inactivity :( a lot of stuffs been happening but i'm hoping to become more active here soon!!

the sun is already near disappearing into the horizon when you meet barbara at your designated spot.

it’s nothing fancy, unlike what most would expect— it’s quite the opposite, if anything. you sat only atop a neatly placed picnic blanket by the roots of the great windrise tree, with a basket full of handmade goods set beside you, and casual clothing from the bottom of your wardrobe… just as barbara had requested.

“i’m terribly sorry for the delay! something came up at the cathedral earlier, and all the sisters were looking to me for what to do, so i left later than i’d expected today—” she started blurting out when you ran to greet her. she did seem to be fresh from a stressed frenzy, if you looked at her closely. the signature pigtails she always wore were a mess (one being already half untied), she hadn’t changed out of her deaconess uniform yet (likely because she ran out of the city after realizing she was late), but most of all the bags under her eyes vaguely reminded you of the dark side of a half moon (and they told you much about how the past few days have been treating her).

“hey, don’t worry about it. i haven’t been waiting for long.” you interrupted her string of apologies while brushing some hair out of her face. “besides, i know you’ve been busy with everything lately. i don’t mind”

what you said was true, of course. between church work and the new events in her idol career, the poor girl had barely been able to catch a break in a while. surprising, considering jean was usually the most well known for overworking herself to no end. maybe it ran in the family.

“are you sure? i’m sorry anyways, i really am.” she started, but upon seeing the reassuring look on your face, she knew it wasn’t needed anymore. “still… thank you for waiting for me. it's been a while since i've been outside the city and.. i was really looking forward to seeing you again like this. just like old times.”

it had been far too long since you'd been able to be with her like this, yes. every time you'd see her on the streets, instead of having a casual chat as both of you would hope, she'd be dragged away by some pressing matter. if anything, that was the very reason you’d organized this little meet up in the first place. away from the prying eyes of the city people, who all only saw her for who she wanted them to. whether it was as their reliable deaconess, their bubbly pop idol, or the kindhearted healer that gets visited a bit too often, you wanted to pull her out of that even only for a little while.

here, under the tree that heals spirits, it was only the two of you. as you talked well into the night until the stars twinkled happily above, it started feeling less and less like you were talking to the respected deaconess, and more like you were speaking to just barbara. and for you, that was more than enough.

#this was really nice to make #this originally came as an idea to subtly vent a bit #but at the same time get back into writing for this blog #the reason for my inactivity recently is definetely the amount of things happening in life rn #it gets overwhelming sometimes and i definitely projected onto barbara a lot here #even the mention of jean is a nod to me disrupting my familys usual routine of whos stressed and who has to take care of them HELP #im not used to having so many people expecting something from me #it's like having responsibilities i did sign up for #but not every day is a good day iykwim #i hope everyone that reads this is doing well :) this became a really nice self care thing for me so i want everyone to remember to #do things that make you happy too!!!#one bad day doesnt mean a bad life #<3 #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader platonic #genshin impact x reader platonic #genshin impact scenarios #genshin barbara #genshin impact barbara #barbara x reader #genshin barbara x reader #barbara x you #genshin barbara x you fluff #barbara x reader angst

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skorchinq · 2 years

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Bows Only: Another 5-star?

[IDs in alt text]

I... really need to update more often, huh...

Since the last update, DavidBowie’s outrider crew has been through a lot. Including thrilling combat, captivating adventures, and even pulling another 5* character...

well! Let’s just get right into it! First up, 3.1′s Hyakunin Ikki event!

I figured I’d show what teams I used:

Something I discovered is that Kujou Sara is really good with aggravate teams, and with Tighnari specifically. He can fit his skill, three charged shots and burst within the duration of Sara’s buff, and at least in this case he was getting enough energy to repeat the cycle after another buff from Sara. Seriously, that duo was destroying.

Of course, maybe it’s unfair to compare them to what was mostly soloists, but... eh.

Anyway! I finally finished Kaeya’s story quest!

You know, I somehow didn’t realize the difficulty of the domain would scale with world level. I’m not sure why. Most story quests do that. But for some reason I was surprised by this.

Back to Hyakunin Ikki!

So, these were my final scores. Bronze is enough for all the primos, so I didn’t bother reattempting to try and get anything higher. I was actually surprised that I’d managed to get a few silvers...

And then, I finally hit AR 45.

Which means I can finally farm 5* artifacts! Ooh boy, artifact farming!

pspspsps Yelan when is your rerun. Come home I have something you’ll love

With all the primos I’d saved up in 3.1, the start of 3.2 meant another chance at Yoimiya, the character I had failed to get when this account was still new. I wasn’t going to let what happened before happen again, getting up to 70 pity and never seeing gold. I knew, I had to get a five star.

The wish turns gold. Was it finally happening? Would I get Yoimiya this time around?

...

I hate this game

On the bright side, I did get a weapon either Yoimiya or Tartaglia would appreciate:

unfortunately, it seems it will have to be Tartaglia’s, for as much as I kept pulling on her banner Yoimiya simply would not come home.

I... guess we’ll just have to get her on her next rerun, then... Yoimiya, the one who got away...

While my wishing hasn’t been too lucky, my artifact farming’s been going okay! Venti’s got a full VV EM set now, which is more than I can say for my main account

Venti is absolutely destroying everything in the world now, but I still don’t want to do the ascension quest until all my characters are at A4, and Gorou’s still only A3, so... still need a bit more time. At this rate I fear my AR will shoot straight up to 50...

Yoimiya season may be over, but that just means it’s Tartaglia season now! He’ll be great for this account, being our first hydro character and only melee fighter! He’s basically a must-pull. I’m sure we’ll get him. Just look at my savings!

...Yeah. We’ll get him.

#Bows Only #Genshin Impact #Kujou Sara #Tighnari #Yoimiya #Tartaglia #Venti #If I get Tartaglia I'll probably pull for Faruzan next patch #but if not then I don't want to risk getting Wanderer or Itto #But no need to worry because of course I will get Tartaglia!

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kyogre-blue · 2 years

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@captainadwen

@kyogre-blue ty!!! 🤔 what's the best way to build jean and noelle??? also any way to make diluc and kaeya good enough to stand a chance in abyss??

OK, I’ll do my best.

Noelle has exactly one way to build her for Abyss-level combat: Get her to C6 (yes), then build has a DPS. (If you’re talking in general, then you can use her as a cheap shielder/healer by just stacking DEF and ER.)

Best weapon options are Whiteblind (craftable DEF claymore), Serpent Spine (BP claymore), and Redhorn (Itto’s weapon).

Best artifact sets are Glad 4pc and Husk 4pc, with Husk being somewhat notably better but hellishly hard to get a good full set of. (I don’t have one lol)

Her team would generally be:

1) Itto-style mono geo with Gorou and Albedo/Zhongli/Yun Jin in the third slot, and 4th slot as either elemental applier for shields (if necessary) or one of the previous and maaaaybe Ningguang as a sub DPS/battery. I use this team for Floor 11, though it doesn’t generally output enough for Floor 12 due to various issues with my builds and bad rotation skills.

2) Double Geo with a second Geo (Gorou or Zhongli most likely, maybe Albedo) for the Geo resonance, and then a two character sub DPS core to provide additional damage. I’ve seen stuff like Fischl-Beidou, Fischl/Beidou-Xingqiu, double hydro, etc. I’ve never run this myself, but you can find videos of it.

To run down the basics of how and why, Noelle converts DEF into ATK during her burst and infuses Geo. With C6, she gets additional DEF conversion on her burst, which raises her overall damage. On top of the damage and utility gains from her other cons, this makes C6 Noelle... not ideal as a DPS, but at least viable. You can then stack the general Geo buffs on her. Gorou is great for his DEF and Geo buffs, Albedo benefits from Gorou and provides extra damage, Zhongli shreds Geo with his shield and also helps keep 100% shield uptime in order to proc Geo resonance, which also shreds Geo (these are the only two sources of Geo shred in the game, so you really want them) and gives you DMG bonus... as long as you have a shield. Noelle does have shield herself, but it has only 50% uptime.

Jean is very flexible, but it also means her specific build will depend on what you’re doing with her. In general, you’ll probably build her with 4pc Viridescent Veneer, the famous VV artifact that can shred any element the user swirls. It also increases Anemo damage and swirl damage.

Between VV and healing, Jean is an okay choice for any non-Geo team, though she’s considered less beneficial than Kazuha, Venti and Sucrose for not having grouping and not sharing EM or whatever.

You might ask whether to build her with full EM or ATK/DMG/Crit, and the answer is it depends. Just do whichever is easiest. (I actually, shamefully, have her on ER sands lol)

A few teams that can use her:

Xiao battery and healing. If you don’t have Xiao, ignore this.

Healing/shred combo for taser. You can guess how this works, since taser is very flexible in general.

You can also build Jean with Noblesse 4pc if the VV shred is not as relevant, for example in Eula teams.

The famous Sunfire. This is when you use Bennett burst, and then put Jean burst on top of it right away. Bennett applies pyro to the onfield character, Jean applies anemo to the on field character, which causes you to swirl pyro off yourself. Since swirl is AOE, this means you can apply pyro onto enemies this way, as long as they are close to you. (You generally build Jean with EM here, but most important thing is having enough ER for your burst.) But note that it’s the most Circle Impact possible, so it doesn’t work too well against enemies that run around a whole bunch, since they’ll often end up out of range. Obviously, once you apply the pyro, you want a hydro or cryo unit to vape/melt off of it.

Diluc is a pyro DPS, so he has the standard options:

Vape with Xingqiu. The other two slots will be some general support options like Bennett, VV Anemo, maybe a shield.

Melt with at least 2 cryos. I honestly can’t tell you which combinations of Cryo characters will work, since you have to consider the very specific details of their elemental application. I’ve seen Rosaria+Diona used in videos. You might be able to do Rosaria-Kaeya, if they don’t apply enough for him to melt, they’ll do the melting instead, which isn’t unworkable. Or just go Diluc’s worst nightmare of Rosaria-Kaeya-Diona lol. The last slot would generally be an Anemo VV.

Mono pyro. This is very specifically Bennett, Xiangling, Kazuha.

You would build him with 4pc Crimson Witch, or if you can’t get the full set, 2pc Crimson Witch/2pc 18% atk set (Gladiators, etc). The sands can be either EM or ATK. EM can be a good choice if he’s melting or vaping, for up to about 200 EM. His weapon should be something with Crit, EM or ATK substat.

He absolutely can do Abyss even now, and I can link videos of it. The power of Pyro element can’t be underestimated.

For fun, I’ve also seen him used as a burgeon trigger, so that’s very lol

Kaeya is a bit tough to pin down because he CAN be used in Abyss teams, but he’s generally a flex option.

He can be a second Cryo in freeze teams, as a battery and elemental applicator. Note that Kaeya’s elemental application is fairly sparse tho.

You can make him carry in a freeze team using Shenhe to boost his damage. Generally, you’d run him with another cryo DPS to share the damage output (Rosaria or Chongyun probably) and probably someone like Mona or Kazuha to boost the damage even more.

He runs in reverse melt teams with Xiangling, Bennett, and Rosaria. This is the option generally mentioned if you need two 4 star teams and Xingqiu is on the other side.

He can be Cryo in a Phys team.

Obviously if you invest enough in his build, he can be main DPS himself, whether Cryo or Phys. I’ve seen this. But that’s kinda rough to get that level of investment, so if you want to DPS him, you probably need strong supports to buff him (ie, Shenhe, Kazuha).

....whew, I hope that’s all correct lol

#playing genshin #spiral abyss

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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incurred a cross last night thinking of π- fine but rather hazy morning F62 ½° and breakfast now at 9 ¾ - Desolée – Grotza has cut and spoilt all my frilled muslin handkerchiefs, by way of improving them – breakfast till 10 50/.. – potheration with Gross – he said I found fault with him everyday, yet on my inquiring what fault could tell of none but his not being in the anteroom, his creaking shoes, and being deaf much as I said I did not consider a fault it being the will of God – however the man would stand talking – wished he was back in England – only wanted comfort – could get back, and did not want a fault from me – only (out of much nonsense – had served the emperor of Russia 26 years ago – had only had 4 masters – always gave satisfaction – was not deaf – was a good man, a clean man, an honest man, spoke good English very good English – had a good character only wanted this - ................) on this, that is, only wanting comfort....... I told him I thought he had better consider about it when he was more calm – he said was quite calm – never more so – oh! very well, said I, and I would say no more and he went away and I finished breakfast – what the man means may not be quite clear, but I take it, he must have meant to give notice of leaving us? – money to get him home of course he has no right to ask from me, it being agreed that if he gave me notice to leave his place, he was to pay his own expense but I gave him notice [?] that I should pay his expense back to London – the man must have been a little beside himself this morning; for nothing called for such a potheration – if either of them has any reason to talk of being fault found with, it is his wife; for her foolishness has several times (last night and this morning but particularly found fault with), tho’ really I was not aware the fault finding being very serious – Leopold being engaged at his church, Gross went with the carriage this morning to church – there at 11 – waited 25 minutes before the clergyman, Mr. Cammidge, brother of Dr. C- of York organist at the cathedral, came – did all the duty – led the singers in the 1st verse of each of the 2 psalms (syllabizing [syllabising] time-wise very disagreeably tho’ like a singing master) and preached ½ hour from psalm XL. vv. 1, 2, 3, 4. talked of our ‘negociations’ and ‘conversations’ with God, and of god’s turning our minds as as ‘a pother determines his vessels’ – Yorkshire pronunciation - wide difference between the clergyman of the ‘British chapel Moscow’ and the ‘British Factory St. Petersburg’ books here as well as St. P- lettered on the back as above and lying in sufficient no. on the desk of each pew – the chapel very neat and spacious and commodious – a very respectable looking congregation gentleman and ladies = about 42 or 43 including us all – I think our own carriage and 4 and 2 drivers (Gross and Leopold behind) made the 5th and there were about 5 carriages with a pair of horses! all waiting the spacious courtyard of the chapel home at 1 25/.. for a few minutes – and at the prison on the montagne des Moineaux (Sparrow hill) in 35 minutes at 2 10/.. – used in to Dr. Haes physician to the prisons – very civil – native of Cologne – not naturalized here – still a Prussian subject – we heard the muster roll of the prisons called over of those who were to set off at 4 this afternoon on their 5 ½ months journey to Siberia – walk never more than 22 versts a day, and rest every 2 days – go no farther today than to the other side of Moscow – the requests of the people attended – one man asked not to go today but to wait another week to go at the same time as a young woman a relation of his – granted – one allowed to stay till an invalid was well enough to go – another to take leave of his friends, or settle affairs - .:. all were satisfied and there was no weeping – no apparent sign of sorrow! one man for buying 2 stolen horses – one for striking a corpse – one for not assisting a drowning man whom he might have saved – several for petty thefts and false contracts, and several for vagabondage, being without passport – the being condemned

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to exile is a civil death – breaks the tie of marriage – but wives and children allowed to go with prisoners, if they (the wives and children) wish it – one man today asked to have his wife – he is allowed to wait here till the wifes’ answer whether she will go or not is received – government finds food and cloche for prisoners and their families who accompany them – none sent to travail forcé but those condemned to the galleys for great crimes, murder and was the other crime brigandage? and lesser délits were sent to colonize the country and the parts in the south better climate than Moscow – all sent there as colonists whether serfs here or not, are free – I observed then that the owners of serfs lost their right – yes! but the right was unjust – the emperor wishes to have all his subjects free like the rest of Europe – but it cannot be done now – the emperor is very good – the government very considerate and humane towards the prisoners – if they are till, they are sent to the hospital prison here till cured, or, if incurable, remain to die comfortably – I remarked upon the prisoners of all grades of crime being together – the emperor had also remarked it and given orders for the lesser crimes to be separated from the greater – but it was found practicability impossible – e.g. the man who had struck the corpse (perhaps when drunk) might not be a bad man, but he came there among the assasins – while a man for vagabondism (a light crime) might have been guilty of nobody knew what and might be a bad man – etc. etc. etc. a poor deluded woman might in a fit of despair have been guilty of infanticide without being naturally a bad character – Dr. H- said books were given to the prisoners and shewed us a Russian new testament printed at St. P- at the expense of our English bible society who thus gave annuity to be distributed among the prisoners to the amount of Rubels 10,000 – ten thousand rubels – Dr. H- gave me a French new testament in memory of our visit this day to the prison a memorandum of which he wrote at my request on one of the fly leaves of the book – he afterwards drew from his breast (and which he always carried there) a note from a Miss Harrison an English lady who had given a donation of five pounds to be distributed among the prisoners, and promised a subscription of as much per annum for the same purpose but the place was hot and darkish and I read the note (aloud to Dr. H-‘s request) stammeringly – there was a long rigmarole methodistical which the doctor much admired saying the lady had written it off hand, and wrote comme un Evêque – I quietly he must not expect to find all English people like Miss Harrison, but that we would gladly give a 5/. note for the prisoners (unluckily I had for the 1st time left all my notes at home but A- had this one) – on afterwards finding that the nos. of prisoners was just 6 including the 9 women and that 6/50 would be 10 kop. each we made Leopold give the addition in silver = 50 silver kop. .:. 5/. + 50 silver = 6/75 for the prisoners drawn up in line 2 or 3 deep thanked us – this was in the court – they mustered outside – the woman wrist-chained 3 or 4 together and ditto I think the men – they sent off

at the beat of drum, under escort of 21 soldiers at 3 40/.. – not a tear to be seen – not a sigh to be heard! we then returned to see the prisoners that arrived yesterday – men women and children – the roll of names and crimes was called over and Dr. H- had the power to order the irons to be knocked off (for the week of rest here) from those convicted of the light crimes – petit vol, vagabondage, desertion from the army 1st – there were I think 3 for murder among the 65 and about the same no. among these new comers – there was one nice looking little tidy! woman with 2 nice little girls who begged to go with her (I think her délit was lodging 2 voleurs or deserters) and I saw there 3 or 4 wives – I should think above 30 had their chains knocked off for the week – they were the prisoners from 22 governments that arrived yesterday – all (from all the governments) assemble here – and many are sent here in the first instance and go from here to the different governments to be tried – not all are banished to Siberia – some to other cities in the Empire – I asked if to Sarratoff [Saratov] – yes! all the rooms seemed to us very hot – we then went to the hospital – a large commodious wood building (all the whole concern, court-walls, and all, of wood) built for sheds for the workmen who were to build the new church St. Saviours’ – the present church that is building not near so large as the one Alexander meant to have built here in commemoration of the saving of Russia from her enemy in 1812 – at the hospital several slightly ill – one room of women some consumptive – I observed Dr. H- could do nothing for them – no! but government very good – allowed the incumbents to remain there to die in comfort – better off there than ever in their lives before – true – very well off there - saw the physic room and [laboratory] – all very well appointed – tasted the soup and bread black and white – all good – among the men, one noble! not [?] – to go to St. P- to receive sentence for marrying 3 times would probably be condemned to the ranks as a common soldier for life – the nobles, all, obliged to walk with the rest of the prisoners but sometimes sent to par poste or on application to the emperor allowed to go in their own carriages – none sent since the Poles – no nobles sent for political offences since midsummer I think he said – and many of the Poles and others had been allowed to return, and many more had hopes – the Emperor very good – By the way Dr. H- on giving me the N.T. asked me to promise to read it everyday – I declined making any promise but said simply je ne voudrais rien promettre mais je ferai mon mieux – the Doctor took the hint and said no more but wrote as vide – I had not then heard of Miss Harrison – and .:. did not dream that he might hope to find me de la sorte – god be merciful to me a sinner! but I cannot talk and write like Miss Harrison – had just written so far now at 10 50/.. p.m. – Fine day F62 ½° now at 12 20/.. tonight – A- and I sat talking till tea at 8 in ¼ hour and afterwards walked about the room – talked things over – the servants and staying the winter here chez Howard

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veeaxx · 2 years

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— WE'RE DATING! ★

the team finds out y/n and akagi are dating !

note: my first ever batch of haikyuu headcanons...time goes by fast aaahh!!! (disclaimer: my writing style is vv diff on this work!!) m.list is here characters: akagi michinari

• Somehow, you had managed to get into Inarizaki, and become the manager of the boys volleyball team!

• I'm awfully impressed, teach me your secret 🙌

• But moving on, your life is chaotic but happy.

• Managing the boys is a privilege, Y/N 👆

• Usually, practices are full of hype. It's usually Atsumu and Osamu's shenanigans, though.

• Oh and refilling water bottles for the boys.

• Or cheering for your beautiful boyfriend 😍

• Sorry, did I stutter ✋

• Your boyfriend is the beloved libero of the team, Michinari Akagi 😳

• Another privilege, Y/N.

• I'm impressed once again..!

• I need your secret, seriously 🤧

• However, that little relationship of yours hasn't been ✨revealed✨ yet per say.

• Well, until someone found out 😒

• Please it was Atsumu, what an idiot 🤦‍♀️

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The dyed-blonde walked to the club room, stretching his arms out in exhaustion.

"Ah.. So tiring." Atsumu says, lazily opening the door to the club room. Which unfortunately, revealed you giving Akagi a quick peck on his lips. Atsumu blinked twice before his jaw dropped open.

"Y/N YOU'RE DATING AKAGI-SAN?!" He exclaims, startling you and your boyfriend. He started to stutter out incomprehensible words as you looked over to Akagi.

"I guess we were caught, huh babe?" You say, smiling slightly. "Well.. I couldn't keep it in for long anyway, baby." He replies back as he held your cheek, grinning.

But as if things could get any worse, Atsumu's rambling seemed to have attract the rest of the guys, who headed towards the club room.

Good grief, this will be a rough ride, Y/N. 🤦‍♀️

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• Back to the headcanons!! 🏃‍♀️💨

• So basically..Ever since the team found out, it's been a bit different.

• Don't get me wrong, it's still chaotic as usual 😭

• But of course considering that they found out, a few things have changed.

• Oh that's right, queue Atsumu being jealous as heck, and wanting Y/N's attention.. Because her attention is usually on Akagi 😔

• Imagine Y/N cheering when Akagi receives the ball, staring in awe when he does a cool move, praising his volleyball skills, basic stuff for a partner to do.

• By the way, Akagi is flattered from your support ✋

• Please Atsumu is so used to Y/N hyping him up he makes a fool of himself 💀

"Y/N LOOK AT MY SERVE ISN'T IT COOL?"

"HEY Y/N DID YA SEE THAT?"

"THAT WAS COOL, WASN'T IT Y/N??"

- Atsumu who's being a pain in the a** at the moment 😒

• He's channeling Oikawa energy smh 🧍‍♀️

• But enough about Oikawa, we'll talk about him in another set of headcanons that I might make 👀

• Anyway, you can clearly tell that he's jealous.

• Be thankful Akagi can handle his antics sometimes, because by now he would've killed hi-

• EHEM EHEM--My apologies ✋😀

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You sigh as you look over to your boyfriend, who nods slowly, heading over to his fellow third years. You walk towards Atsumu (who's sitting against the wall) and put your hand on his shoulder.

"..You don't need to do that, you know." The dyed-blonde looks at you, guilt in his eyes. "I won't forget about you even if I'm dating Michi, 'Tsum." You say, lending your hand to help him up (which he accepts). "I'll even cheer on you if you still want me to." His head perks up as you say that. "Really?" You nod while smiling. "Of course." Yeah... You definitely lifted up his mood.

Y/N he's basically a mix of Hinata, Bokuto, and Oikawa now 💀

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• But besides Atsumu, everyone is pretty chill about it.

• Not to mention the third years 😩 They are no doubt 'akagi x y/n' shippers 💅

• But Aran is still shocked you kept it from them 😭

• "Do you not trust us or something?!" Aran says calmly (Harry Potter reference bc why not 🤷‍♀️)

• But for real Y/N, why keep the best relationship in the world a secret 😶

• The second years (besides Atsumu) are very chill about it.

• Osamu makes sure that Akagi feeds you well, and trust me he does.

• Ginjima and Suna are okay with it 😌 But Suna will go feral if our dear Y/N's feelings are broken 💃

• Riseki is the most supportive bb 🥺 He's 100% happy for you and Akagi finally getting together!!

• Like geez it took you guys forever to become official 🙄💅

• Not that I'm complaining though-

• But all I have to say is that they find you and Akagi really cute together 👫

• Hugging each other, giving kisses here and there (let me tell you, some are to motivate Akagi even more 🙌) supporting each other, maybe Akagi flirting a bit 😏

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"Seriously?! Get a room Y/N!" Atsumu exclaims, making Osamu groan. "Shut your mouth dumbass, you're just jealous." Osamu replies bluntly, making Suna snort.

"Please you guys are so cute-" Aran mutters, clenching his chest. Omimi and Kita have a smile on their face as they see the scene in front of them.

Meanwhile Riseki is balling his eyes out because Y/N is living a happy life 🥺 like I said a supportive bb 🤧

"Guys-" Akagi stutters out, trying to stop the chaos. "It's same as everyday.." You sigh, getting up from your chair. "I'll get the water bottles ready..!"

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• I'm sure you get the gist ✋

• Okay but can we talk about the annoying fan girls? Like they try to pry Akagi away from our dearest Y/N 🙄

• Huh, like that's even possible 🧍‍♀️

• "Akagi-san.. Let's go, there's nothing better to do here anyway~" she whispered, giving Y/N a glare.

• Akagi looks over at the girl, scoffing. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going with you."

• The girl clearly won't stop bugging you and Akagi 😒

• Inarizaki comes to the rescue though ✊

• "HEY YOU! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM" Atsumu shouts, making Osamu wince due to the volume of his voice.

• "Excuse me, but you seem to be bothering them." Kita, marry me 💍

• So basically the team ghosted the girl /hj

• Safe to say the girl never stepped an inch close to you or akagi again..

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• Okay! So enough about that, let's get to you and Akagi 🥰

• People definitely call you both high school sweethearts 😩 I'm just saying~

• Like I said, this is a supportive relationship. He's very supportive of what you do (unless the action is bad).

• Some nicknames he calls you are baby, honey, love, and sweetheart.

• You and Akagi do those skincare routines that you both see on tiktok together. That's canon 🥺

• He likes you whether you're shorter or taller than him. If you're shorter he gets to tease you, if you're taller he basically praises your height ✊

• Same goes for body shape, it doesn't matter to him!

• There was this one scenario I made with Y/N on her period, and all the boys try to help Y/N.

• But Akagi, being a loyal boyfriend helps out the most.

• He gives you attention 24/7, doesn't mind your mood swings, he will get you food and sweets if you need some, painkillers in hand, etc ✋

• Inarizaki finds it cute how he's so concerned for you 😭

• I have a feeling his hair is very fluffy and feels soft. He lets you play with it.

• Matching outfits? Yes 🤧

• He likes doing couple trends, just the simple ones though. Unlike Atsumu he isn't extra ✨

• Good morning/Good night texts 24/7!

• Y'all got bracelets with your names on it, and trust me he wears his EVERYDAY.

• Just please don't leave michi, Y/N 😭

• Because he loves you to death and he knows your the perfect one for him.

• And trust me the team knows that too, like I said they support you and Akagi 🙌

• Maybe telling the team wasn't a bad mistake after all ♡

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I'll probably write something else to make up for how crappy this is, I don't think I did a good job on this work lol 😭

That's probably because I got my grades back and I got so nervous 💀

However, if there's any errors please tell me!!

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, but if you don't want to you don't need to. I don't force anybody here <;3

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charmixpower · 2 years

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Girl’s day out in Magix City?

Hi! Lets do this again!

I cannot believe I fell asleep 😭 I'm so sorry

Ok so as far as how this happened, 80% sure that Stella got bored and decided to drag everyone outside with her (The other 20% is would be Aisha wanting to go out rkwnenw)

These are all for different girls nights out? Starting from s1 jfnw

I like to imagine that Magix, as a planet, is a bit of a tourist trap. It's the capital of the Magic Dimension, it's the one place with a magical core that didn't have any form of life capable of fairy/witch transformations develop on it (the pixies we're always just kinda there), and it's at the center of the dimension

It probably has a bunch of to tourist trap stuff, a bunch of tourist trap stuff that Bloom is utterly enamored by

Stella brought her there because she thought Bloom would like and and she was right

Tecna staunchly refuses to let Bloom anything from these overpriced predatory businesses

Musa and Flora have already been to most of them, when they first came to magix, so they constantly make chit chat with Bloom

(Aisha has been visiting the Magix weekly to see the pixies at this point, so she's vv unimpressed by most of the stuff she's already seen and heard about from the pixies, but this event would happen sometime in s1 so she's probably not here)

Obviously Stella drags everyone to a mall at least once!

Set during s2, for Aisha bonding

Stella, Tecna and Musa are going crazy in the make-up store

Stella has gotten Tecna into make up at this point and she's going mad with power

You know those ultra weird and complicated makeup looks that no one would wear? Tecna is currently planning out 27 of those

Musa really wants to practice some intense make up looks for future performances (recalling her mother's old make-up looks when on stage)

She doesn't want it to be as intense as a proper opera look but she's always been enamored with the way her mother looked while singing

Stella....Stella.

Actually weirdly enough Stella tends to lean towards natural looks, but she wants to own 50 bottles of her signature lipgloss and is very picky about what looks good on her

Bloom is wandering around lost and confused at all the make up bc lord knows she's never worn that much before, Aisha is right next to her because she's never had to buy her own make up before....all she owns is lip stick/gloss and other basics

Flora is very nicely showing them around. Flora has definitely tried to make her own make up before so she'd know a lot

Lord have mercy when they go clothing shopping

They all have wildly different styles and would absolutely not shop at the same places for they are completely uninterested in eachother's styles, but they always, ALWAYS, have opinions on whatever their friends pick out

What I'm saying is that they come in like a title wave competely taking over their area of the store for who ever is shopping in that perticualr place. Cheers and jeers are offered for every outfit they see

They make a half circle and everyone just calls out what they think of what ever the current victim is picking out

They are very lucky they haven't been kicked out for being rowdy

Stella knows everyone there so they know she's just like that LMAO

Tecna shops at every place they go too, because no where sells distinctively Zenith stuff

Stella watches in amazement as the random clothing items Tecna buys all end up matching her aesthetic perfectly when together. She is taking notes

They're a menace every where else too

Musa buys some new speakers to subject Alfea to, accidentally interrogating the poor sales people about the specs

Tecna keeps having to go "I don't work here lady" in any tech shop she enters in. Like yes she knows about how all of these work, but you can't just demand she tell you because she's from Zenith?? Thats rude!

....Tecna gets into a screaming match with a rude customer

Stella is completely and utterly lost in the sauce of MALL

Bloom wander around a craft store forever without actually buying anything, because she already has pastels she barely uses she can't buy more but these ones are so pretty—

Flora slightly (very) agressively interrogates managers about their stores policy on off setting pollution and deforestation and taking care of nature

Aisha tries to get everyone to get some sport equipment so they can all go to the beach together and surf, and everyone tries to explain that they would instantly wipe out if they ever tried to do sports ball

I think right before a the Eraklyon ball, Stella would decide it's a girl's day out so they can spend all day getting prettied up before they have to get dressed. Manicures and pedicures, hair dresser, make up artist. All the fun stuff, all agressively comped by Stella.

I can see them jokingly argue about what they're wearing and doing with their hair. Esp Stella and Musa who have completely opposite tastes

Tecna and Flora are also teasing eachother about their opposite tastes. Well I mean Flora is teasing Tecna and Tecna is missing half of the joke. They wouldn't argue

Bloom: *goes for an outfit Stella would wear at like 13*

Aisha: we need to stop her from buying that empire flower dress, for her own good

Stella: absolutely not. She's happy, and she looks like a little princess

Musa: please let us stop her

Flora: die by my plants

Later

Some rando: *insults Bloom's dress*

Musa and Aisha: HOW FUCKING DARE YOU HER DRESS IS BEAUTIFUL AND ILL FIGHT YOU

Musa puts her hair down, and Stella goes wild (Musa is much like me in hating when her hair is down and always keeping it up unless it's an event that's worth taking her hair down. She also has a undercut and it sucks when you can't see it)

Stella tries to get Musa a super girly hairstyle, with curling iron, and Musa throws something at her

Aisha and Flora are the only one with a plan. Aisha because she was raised a princess, and Flora because she knows what she wants and isn't easily distracted like some people

Speaking of some people, Stella keeps getting distracted

She doesn't know if she wants to wear something in orange or blue and keeps fluttering between gowns

(I know she wears her princess ball dress, but Stella would never repeat outfits when at important events)

Tecna has just gotten into fashion last year and going crazy with the options. She is concidering...she is concidering....she is concidering

Stella and Tecna end up helping eachother, Flora and Bloom end up helping eachother, and Aisha and Musa end up helping eachother

Stella and Tecna are going bright and diva, Tecna offering technical prowess to keep track of everything they've seen, Stella helping her pick out things that make her happy and look flattering

Aisha is helping Musa style herself in something elegant, eye catching, and not overwhelming with her royal training. Musa helps her pick between colors XD. I can also see Aisha only really dressing modern because she was constantly stuffed into traditional gowns, and seeing Musa mix traditional and modern in a way that makes her happy (with some gentle and non expectant encouragement from Musa) Aisha picks out a couple things she missed (maybe the headband crown thing? Idk if she'd wear an actual crown bc she still hasn't had a conversation about the whole "completely stifling me for the entire time I lived under you. Did you know I was good at sports?? I didn't till I ran away!" But that thing looks really cool, and I can see Aisha wanting to wear something like it again. Keeps the hair out of your face when you kick ass and is stylish!)

Flora isn't much helping Bloom as she is encouraging her to pick what she wants. Flora and Bloom are mostly just throwing compliments back and forth at eachother

Musa: I wonder how we should accessorize

Stella and Flora running in from another room: DID SOMEONE SAY ACCESSORIZE?!

Flora putting decorative hair clips in Stella and Musa's hair: uwu

Stella putting headbands on Tecna and Bloom: uwu

They hit like every dress shop in Magixs....then go to their own planets to shop too

Tecna:

Musa:

Musa: your gonna fall

Tecna: my balance is perfect

Tecna: *wobbles out in the heels Stella picked out*

Stella vows to design a bunch of dresses for the next time they go to a ball like this...set up ^^

Maybe she designs Bloom's dress. Everyone thinks its ugly but Bloom, and Stella has never felt more accomplished

Musa, looking between a natural make up look and a intense make up look that looks like her mom's old make-up: FUCK

Musa probably ends up carrying Bloom around halfway through nfkskdke, they are a menace to these shops but Stella leaves big tips so no one ever bothers her

The whole time they're all showering eachother in jabs and compliments

Stella is determined to compliment everyone at least 20 times every hour

After Tecna gets herself sorted, she goes around helping everyone make keep track of their outfits nskwkwjw

Maybe after s3? Or just after the first movie Stella takes everyone to a spa

They deserve it, spa day, the entire fucking dimension nearly died again. They stopped it. If she doesn't get a break now she's actually going to lose it

I've never been to a spa before, so I can't ramble for multiple paragraphs about what they'd do but I can tell you that Musa, Tecna, and Bloom have never even done a face mask, Flora constantly treats herself to homemade spa days, Aisha has been to something like a spa as a princess but had never been to normal one, Stella...do I even need to say it? She probably has spa days marked on her calendar

#winx club #winx musa #winx bloom #winx stella #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx layla #winx flora #rus chatters #winx headcanons #winx club headcanons

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hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

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glassheartjukebox · 4 years

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...and there was only one bed

setters -> aces <- middle blockers

feat. asahi, iwaizumi, yamamoto, lev, goshiki

“i wanna sleep next to you

but that’s all i wanna do right now” - talk me down

a/n: :D enjoying this series vv much

asahi

he’s so anxious about sharing a bed with you

he’s asked you at least 5 times if you’re absolutely positive that you’re comfortable with this

he knows you don’t find him scary

but that insecurity permeates him and colors his actions when he’s in uncharted territory

after reassuring him repeatedly, you make a bold move

you usually sleep hugging a pillow or stuffy, but there’s only three pillows on the bed

“asahi, do you mind if i cuddle with you? i can’t fall asleep unless i’m holding onto something”

he turns bright red, stuttered out a “yes” as you close in on him

you can hear his heart racing when you rest your head on his chest

his arm tentatively wraps around your waist and you him contendedly

“good night asahi, sleep well”

slowly, his breathing evens and you both fall into a deep sleep

you wake up first, taking a moment to look at how peaceful he is before running your hands through his hair to wake him up

he’s not as flustered as he was last night, much too groggy to be thinking clearly

“sleeping with you is nice,” he mutters, before the weight of his words hit him

he’s once again a stuttering mess

iwaizumi

another one who offers to take the floor without hesitation

a gentleman

offers you most of the pillows and blankets

he waits for you to fall asleep before getting comfortable on his side of the bed

he doesn’t want you to feel like you can’t take up room

however, his movement as he settles in rouses you

but it doesn’t rouse you enough to wake you, just enough for you to subconsciously reach out towards the movement

before he knows it, you’re clinging to his arm with a death grip

practically using his bicep like a stuffed animal

iwaizumi finally gives into his indulgent side and let’s himself cuddle with you

he’s embarrassed at how quickly he falls asleep with you

you’re a little alarmed at your position when you wake up

but that disappears when you see the contented look on his sleeping face

yamamoto

he’s silently stoked about the situation

despite that, he’s equal parts nervous

he practically jumps out of his skin every time you shift in bed

its so incessent that you have to ask if he’s okay

“of course i’m okay, why wouldnt i be okay?”

cue the eye roll

“oh really? so you woudnt mind if i did this?” you say, curling up against his side

“of course not-” he huffs, committed to his false bravado

“then why are you so stiff” your voice is distinctly unimpressed

you know about his crush on you, he’s not exactly subtle

what he doesn’t know, is that you return the feelings

so you decide to tease him just a bit

you sit up to turn off the lights and yamamoto visibly relaxes

until you prompted lay back on his chest

“if you’re really not bothered by this, we’ll sleep like this.” you whisper slyly

needless to say, he didnt get much sleep

lev

he wasn’t too phased by the situation, just a little embarrassed

you were initially excited....

until you found out he starfishes across the bed

how can he make a queen sized bed look so... small

“lev, can you move over? i have no where to sleep.”

instead of answering, he beams at you and pats the bed next to him

“right here!” he exclaimed, making a space next to his torso for you to curl up

this was starting to feel like a set up

in an effort not to portray your feelings, you acted unphased and curled up next to him

he immediately wrapped his arm around you like you were a stuffed animal

it’s remarkable how fast that man falls asleep

and how late he sleep in

his grip was tight you were unable to slip out without shaking him awake

her woke up with the goofiest smile on his face, just happy to see you next to him

goshiki

he’s freaking out

didn’t even think of sleeping on the floor

he’s pacing and hyperventilating

not very subtle about your crush but okay goshiki

you have to grab him by the shoulders and shake him to subdue him

“goshiki, it’s fine. we can share the bed. i promise that it’s not a big deal”

he’s still nervous and fidgety, even when you lay down for the night

you fall asleep more quickly than him, too exhausted from the days events to fend off sleep any longer

once you fall deep in, you unintentionally roll to goshiki’s side of the bed and sling an arm over him

he freezes, feeling like a creep for enjoying this

but he too was too tired to fend off his feelings

so he flipped towards you and let himself fall asleep in your embrace

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cognitosclowns · 3 years

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OH EM GEE what if masturbation headcanoms for the whole crew.... IF THE WHOLE CREW AT ONCE IS TOO MUCH then maybe just gigi andre and brett <3 ateehee

OH GEE,,,,,, GUESS I,,, GOTTA NOW,, HOW,,, TRAGIC,, I TOTALLY DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS IN THE TAGS OF A PREVIOUS POST,,,,OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO,,

(........... <3 THANK U FOR THeSe ASKs MNFDKSDNFKJDSF I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR CENTURIES TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS)

NSFT THIS IS GOING TO BE AN ESSAY <3 MINORS DNI

tw : drug use + drug ment!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I STG I HAVE BEEN SCRIBBLING NOTES ABOUT THIS ALL WEEK SMDNSM MASTURBATION HC’S ARE LIKE ACTUAL HEROIN FOR ME OK

FANK YEW TO @shrimpsoupsoda for bouncing ideas with meee

BRETT

OH HONEY <3

He’s so shy about it. Like,, extremely shy about it.

It isn’t that he doesn’t masturbate at all - he definitely does, it’s just,,, a very nerve wracking thing at times

He feels weird about letting himself feel good?? It feels like smth that he needs to Earn or Deserve,, and a lotta the time he feels like he doesn’t deserve it??

That being said, there’s absolutely things that,,, set him off <3

Someone telling him he’s done a good job?? Like a genuine, sincere ‘you did a good job on xyz’ is gonna make his legs feel wiggly <3

He has a fleshlight!! It’s in the bottom drawer of his dresser and makes him lose his fucking mind <3

One of his frat buddies got it for his birthday as a joke but,,,,, he kept it <3 and uses it when his hand just Isnt Doing It For Him

It has like?? swappable sleeves and everything?? its surprisingly elaborate msnds

Smth about,, being able to run his tip along the outside before pressing in?? Or even feeling his cum drip out after <3333

Somewhere in the back of his minds he,, kinda wants one of those Half Torso Sex Dolls?? the ones that’re just the stomach, thighs and genitals?? He’d absolutely never buy it for himself but <333 he thinks about it a lot s,mnds

Definitely a,, once a month affair. Maybe every few months. Definitely not,, Enough for him to feel satisfied on any given day smdns.

ANDRE

constant and unending

No but seriously,, masturbating is one of his favorite things <3 it’s just,, such a great way to relax??

Alternatively a great way to keep himself,, stimulated and alert throughout the day?

Listen if he’s stuck in his office reviewing paperwork, he’s absolutely gonna keep a Vibrating Plug handy to keep himself alert <3

I could totally see him owning a Metric Fuckton of sex toys?? Like he just slowly collects them from parties n orgies he’s been to over the years?? he has em all laid out in his dresser??

(Him and Myc 100% share some of them but you didn’t hear that from me)

Speaking of Myc, they’ve absolutely jacked off together!! Not even just in a,, Hookup kind of way

Seeing who can last longer, who can cum faster from Super Silly Porn, etc. (definitely moreso for,, just Goofing Off, yk?)

When jacking off, he uses a frankly obscene amount of lube. enough to be dripping down his thighs. He really likes the Oily, Smooth feeling <333

Also the soundddd <3 that vv wet, slick noise when he strokes?? Best thing in the world, drives him batshit

He likes having a Lotta Different stimulation at once - maybe smth playing on the TV, smth on his phone, smth inside him, all while stroking himself?? <3 absolute bliss, overstimulation is his jam

50/50 on how high he’ll be. Sometimes he wants smth,, slightly more lucid, othertimes he genuinely wants his brain to be oatmeal by the end. Just,, a cocktail of assorted drugs + a vibe inside him, facedown on his bed?? A few hours of that and he can barely remember his own name <3

GIGI

Sometimes she swears people,, purposefully do stupid things just to give her more work. How hard is it to not murder someone?? How difficult must it be, to not accidentally leak state secrets??

Needless to say, she appreciates what little private time she has <3

The whole shabang - a nice warm bath, candles, fancy soaps, maybe some nice music. If she’s gonna enjoy herself, she’s gonna go all the way!!

She likes to take things slow, so that kinda helps - a lot of her life is very,, Go Go Go, Rushing to keep up with the PR nightmare so,, it’s <33333 nice to have a few hours to just Relax.

Toys > fingers - she almost always has her nails done, and it’s just not worth the effort of getting them removed just for masturbating.

Besides toys are just,, so much more efficient

she likes smaller, hand-held stuff - she’d rather a simple Bullet Vibe over smth like,, A Wand. She can just melt into her bath and let it do the work <333

That’s not to say she doesn’t have a,, solid collection, but it’s nothing like Andre. Just a few of her favorites!!

Medium volume?? Lots of quiet murmuring under her breath, as if she was talking to smb <333

‘power is attracted to me’ gives me the vibe that she’s used to being in a more dominant role <3!! So murmuring little praises is instinctual at this point smndsd

She prefers to edge up to one Big orgasm, rather than a bunch of smaller ones!!

I am going to marry her <3

REAGAN

You think she doesn’t build her own sex toys??

SHE ABSOLUTELY BUILDS HER OWN SEX TOYS

LISTEN her nails are,, always short bc she Chews Them Constantly - so theoretically she could use her fingers but like,,

w h y?

She can never get the angles right??? Her hand always cramps up?? It kinks her wrist in a weird way??

So yeah she definitely sticks to toys when she’s taking care of herself!!

THE LABBBBB <3

She absolutely has this little,, invention under her desk to take care of her at the end of the day!! There’s a little switch, hidden under a pencil holder to activate it

kinda,, like a suction cup almost?? It slithers out and Envelops the entire area? If she’s being quite honest, it eats her out better than most ppl she’s been with smdsnd

The walls are <333 soundproof. She doesn’t get all that loud - mostly just little hisses and groans (and swearing. plenty of swearing.) but,, it brings her peace of mind

She absolutely has a fuck-machine too!! It’s in her lab, disguised as smth innocuous - voice activated, so nobody’s gonna discover it accidentally!!!

Listen she spends more time in her lab then at home sometimes, it’s not worth going all the way back home just to grab sex toys - besides, who watches the cameras anyways??? It’s their own fault for being nosy smndsd

ROBOTUS

It wasn’t actually something he considered at first?

I mean his first moments as a Fully Sentient Being were,, in a few words Extremely Hectic

and then the,, Unplanned Hemicorporectomy

altogether, Beating His Robotic Meat wasn’t exactly high on his priority list sdnsmdnd

Most likely?? it was something that occurred to him during his,, Months Of Sitting Alone In Bottom Storage A Glass Jar Completely Alone.

The idea sparked one day that,, Well, Some Of These Wires Absolutely Used To Connect To My Genitals - If I Find The Right One And Run A Current Through It...

Emphasis on ‘the right one’,,, the first couple dozen times it just Hurt Like A Motherfucker, since was,, in essence sending a current through his nervous system smdnsd

He was,, basically about to give up before he accidentally brushed against some Extremely Frayed wires a bit deeper in his torso and damn near rebooted-

It took some finangling to figure out how to get that reaction Consistently but,, once he got a hang of it? <33333 New Favorite Thing

It isn't smth he does all the time

... maybe the first few days he goes a little overboard, but it’s literally his first time very experiencing these sorts of things. It moreso just becomes a part of his routine!! Definitely,, very nice to have smth to clear his head after dealing with,,, The Gang’s Shenanigans smnds

He definitely prefers,, Fast, Hard sensations instead of lighter ones - the new stimulation is,, very interesting to him. Does this mean a few wires get snapped? Maybe but its probably fine smnds. Overstimulation babey <3

GLENN

oh if this isn’t the most Repressed motherfucker in the world idk who is.

I get a very ‘White Picket Fence’ vibe from him - probably grew up in a very, very, very conservative family down-south, military fam, etc..

🕺✨ abstinence only education babey 🕺✨ :////////////////////

Sex and masturbation were heavily frowned upon in his household. Like,, you Did Not Talk About That.

ALL THAT BEING SAID,

*adjusts glasses* apparently Dolphins have Prehensile penises? Like they writhe and move around,, almost like a tentacle kindasortamaybe?? I read Several Scholarly Articles for this ask sdnsdn. I know so much about dolphin weens now and how scientists find things out about dolphin weens. In the immortal words of Brian David Gilbert : this is all im qualified to talk about now

He,, quite honestly still hasn’t entirely gotten the hang of it?? Mostly from the fact that he doesn’t do it often-

Doesn’t matter if he’s alone. he could be in a bunker on mars, the last man alive, and he’d still feel self conscious about masturbating.

It’s definitely more of a Milking motion that straight-up stroking??

His jaw is,, WIRED shut. He really tries his best not to make noise (’’’’’it isnt manly’’’’ etc, etc, please bring his ass to therapy), but,,, when he’s close he has tendency to keen?

Just,, this quiet mewling at the back of his throat?? <333

His eyes are either closed, or staring upwards - he much prefers his imagination to anything else.

He cums a fuckton - i mean, even before the whole Surgery Thing he did, but,,,, there’s Quite A Fucking Lot. He usually takes care of himself in the shower, so there’s less cleanup!!

Right after he tries to occupy himself with,, Something Else so he doesn’t have time to feel guilty about it :’)

Probably written in his schedule if we’re being quite honest

LISTEN,, he,,,, is exceptionally busy trying to ensure the Deep State doesn’t collapse in on itself on pretty much,, a bi-weekly basis.

His favorite thing at the end of A Long Week is just,, collapsing into his armchair with a stiff drink and jacking off.

it’s definitely a ‘thank fucking god, finally’ situation - getting time to himself has become,, more and more rare lately. The noises of Pure Relief this man makes are,, incomparable <3. Big, heavy groans right at the back of his throat <3333333333

Definitely depends on his energy levels - sometimes he just needs something quick to get the stress of the day out, other times he,,, Wants Smth A Bit More Extensive, yknow?

In ep.1 we see he has a folder on his laptop labeled ‘Definitely Not Porn’ so,, that question’s answered!!

In terms of what specifically? He’s absolutely had his mistresses record JOI videos for him - all the Joy (badumtiss) of being told what to do, without actually needing to interact with someone <3

He’s memorized all of em - he knows them by heart. Doesn’t matter, he still loves every single one <333

Some of them are pretty short, others are,, a few hours. Depends on his particular needs for the evening

He’ll beg even if there’s nobody there <3 he just,, likes the feeling of begging. He loves the shame of being knocked down Several Pegs.

Depending on his mood, he might synch his tie to give a bit of ~asphyxiation~ smdnsd nothing major, just enough to make the sensation Noticeable. Alternatively, yanking his own hair <3

MYC

What could I say about Myc’s sexual habits that the show hasn’t already explained in graphic detail-

LISTEN THE SHOW BASICALLY COVERS IT, he’s got,, an entire Machine dedicated to milking him <3

And honestly??? It’s the most efficient way he’s found?? I mean sure, he could definitely start grinding his tentacles up against walls, but,, it just ends in a mess?

Besides! Spending hours in his machine is,,’productive,, or something’ since it collects all his Goo for later use smdnsd

He would spend all day in there if it,, wouldn’t,, Probably Kill Him Due To Dehydration And Sucking Out His Soul sdmnsd

His tentacles aren’t as sensitive as you’d expect!! they only get Super Sensitive and Tingly when he’s aroused!!

A lot like now smb can like,, have a hand on your knee and it’ll Just Feel Like A Hand On Your Knee, but when you’re horny it feels like Actual Heroin? Yea that!!

Even if there’s nobody around,, he’s extremely vocal smdns. Like shamelessly - the people next door can absolutely hear him. He does not care. Not just moaning - full out sentences, describing how good it feels <3 you’d think he was railing smb if you heard him through the wall

*GLANCES AT POST* SELF CARE IS WRITING 2000 WORDS ABOUT HOW CARTOON CHARACTERS MASTURBATE <3 TAKE ME TO JAIL ITS OKAY I ACCEPT MY FATE NOT SURE HOW MUCH OF THIS WAS LEGIBLE BUT I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOYED MSNDSD.

#THANK U FOR GIVING ME THIS OPPORTUNITY ANON <3 SMDNSMDNSD #SMNDSD MERCI MERCI #ALSO IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH ANON Y E S GOOD MORE PPL NEED TO BE HRONY FOR GLENN #THIS ASK LED ME DOWN A RABBIT HOLE ABOUT HOW SCIENTISTS FIGURE OUT HOW DOLPHINS BONE????#THERE ARE MANY BENEFITS TO BEING A MARINE BIOLOGIST #SDSMDNSMDNSM #SMNDMSND #AMSNDMSND GOD THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN #I SITLL HAVE A BUNCHA ASKS TO DO #BUT IM HOPIN TO OPEN THINGS UP SOOOOON #give us more gigi #IM GONNA KEEP SAYING IT #BC SHES CUTE #SHE DESERVES A BREAK ANYONE WORKING IN MEDIA HAS GOTTA BE STRESSED OUT OF THEIR MIND <333 ESP WITH THE IDIOTS AT HER WORK <33 #that scene in ep 3 where she's reagans lawyer and she goes #'i think its going great! :)' I AM ON MY KNEES I HAVE THE RING ILL MARRY YOU GIGI <3 #when i open asks again PLEASE SCREAM YOUR IDEAS ABOUT THIS <3 #ma.sturb.ation for character analysis is my favorite shit #robotus #jr scheimpough #gigi thompson #reagan ridley #andre lee #myc #magic myc #dr andre lee #nsft #glenn dolphman #minors dni

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark. And hoo boy, did I run with that. I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness. Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having. Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide.

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head. It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in. He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like. He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head. “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy. He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class. But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe? I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted. Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully. “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately. She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50? He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious. You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers. You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself. If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop. He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything. “I… we have comp together? You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up. “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop. “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?”

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him. “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--”

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work. “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least. Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit. “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned. “Like basic functions on matrices! Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices. If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed. You hadn’t really meant it literally.

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged. It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math. You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once. He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked. And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before. This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator. This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop. He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears. A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right? Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going? It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down. God, he was strong. He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular. You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit. Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly. It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really. You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way! It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming. You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point. But at this point, it was unstoppable. You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet. Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs. But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell. Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds. You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore. Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more. You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black. “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire. “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open. It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls. You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you? You love my cock,” he growled. His voice was lower, gravelly. He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn. “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience. You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it. But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal. God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess. Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly. “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh? You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that? You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You asked me to fuck you. Begged me. Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words. You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed. “But, maybe you’re not playing. You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could. “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet. Isn’t that right? You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before. Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs. Your toes went numb. You didn’t even know that could happen. And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.” You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to. You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you. For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before. It was comforting, but you were still a little confused. “Really?”

He laughed softly. “Did you not notice? God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky. You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math. Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now? Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table. He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification. You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow. It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow. No assignments due today, either. And what was with the row/seat thing? Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification. It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message. “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name. You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned. Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him? How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation. Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pictures now? I did what you asked. I won’t tell anyone. just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick. You had no idea what this meant but it scared you. You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense. You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie. But she wasn’t alone. She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was. You realized why now. She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade. You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material. It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it. You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there. But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages. Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14. 45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera. PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8. 12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups. ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5. 6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror. PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2. 14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop. It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13. 1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently. Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin. “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work. “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend. What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything. They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it. Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged. “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed. “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific. You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl. You even had pretty good security, I respect that. Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop. It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it. Including yourself.”

You shivered. “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself. And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job. You watch some interesting stuff. And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please. This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little. “You look better in person though. A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what? I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends. You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised. “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick. But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you. Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders. Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation. Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button. He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw. “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are. Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way. A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.

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qvackityyyy · 3 years

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ok im gonna re-send my request bc i forgot to put some info :/

hello!! its rlly late rn and i have an idea & request w cc!wilbur!! so reader comes home from a vv shity day and wilbur trys to comfort them and gives them a back/shoulder massage (romantic, she/her, and not sexsual)?? irdk whats up w my brain so no need to do it but uhm ty anyways!!

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⭐︎ bad day — wilbur soot x gn!reader

genre: angst (if you squint) to fluff

pronouns: none mentioned

warnings: none

word count: 500+

note: i really liked this idea and i just really wanted to post something. i appreciate you requesting <33 this isn't edited nor proofread.

reblogs are highly appreciated!

today was not your day. the moment you started your day, you knew it wasn’t going to be a good one.

as you were about to leave your apartment, you realized that your keys were nowhere to be found which had caused you to be late which ended up with you getting scolded by your professor. during break, you realized that your barista got your coffee order wrong, however, you had zero patience to deal with it so you just left.

the walk from the train station to your apartment wasn’t too dreadful until it started raining and obviously, you had no umbrella with you.

“oh for fucks’ sake.” this was today’s breaking point, out of nowhere tears had just started rolling down your face. you were so annoyed by the events that happened today.

drenched in rain, you continued walking to your apartment while silently crying. the fact that you were in tears pissed you off even more.

after what seemed like hours, you finally reached your apartment. you dropped your soaking bag on the floor and took off your shoes. after such a long and tiring day, all you wanted was to get home and be embraced by your boyfriend.

“wil? ‘m home.” you said quietly as you headed towards your bedroom.

“hello love. what happened to you?” he was surprised to see how you looked like. you were soaking and your eyes were red and puffy.

you wanted to tell him everything and how shitty your day was but you felt this familiar bump in your throat which meant that your tears were about to fall. you just looked down and shook your head.

“come on, i’ll run a nice bath for you so you can wash up and we can talk when you start feeling better, alright? how does that sound?” wilbur walks closer as he puts his arms around you and gives you a hug.

“but you’re gonna get wet.” you said quietly but you were finally at peace, you were finally in his arms after such a long day.

“it’s alright, just trying to recharge your energy. i wish we could stay like this for awhile but i don’t want you to get a cold so let’s get you in your bath.”

after a warm bath and getting a new set of clothes, you make your way out to the kitchen where you saw wilbur has cooked a meal for both of you.

“wil?”

“yes?”

“i love you. like a lot. thank you for everything.”

he comes close and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “i love you.”

you had explained everything that happened while you two were eating dinner, which was great by the way. you were surprised that wilbur successfully cooked something good.

you two were now in the living room watching your favorite show, all cuddled up. wilbur was playing with your hair and you started to feel incredibly sleepy.

“i can’t believe today was so shitty.” you said quietly just enough for him to hear.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day. c’mon sit up, let me at least give you a back rub.”

“if i have to have a bad day so i could be treated like this, i’d take a bad day everyday.”

“oh fuck off, get off. you ruined it." you let out a small laugh and give him a hug while you two continued to watch the movie.

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dewykth · 4 years

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—CYBΞRSΞX (m)

pairing. jeon jungkook | female reader | park jimin genre & au's. smut, humor / camgirl!reader, camboy!pjm, rich boy!jjk word count. 10.213 warnings. please read ! multiple explicit sexual scenes, masturbation (f + m), porn, sexting, nudes, jk in a thong (bc yes), ice play, sex toys, face sitting, sub!jk, (soft) dom!reader, sub!jm, [18+] note. AHH it's finally here!! thank you to everyone who liked the teasers, i hope you'll enjoy this baby! this went thru a lot of editing, rewriting, and deleting, but i’m finally happy w it !! feedback is vv much appreciated <3!! note two. and yes, i did take the opportunity to write subby bts, bc i can, and we need more of it. thats it. sub jk rights!

—shoutout to vira ( @periminkle ) for beta reading and making me laugh w her reactions <3 ily

[teaser #1] ♡ [teaser #2] ♡ [playlist]

synopsis. there are three rules you set for yourself when you signed up for cybersex.com. one, separate work from your personal life. two, do not get involved with any cyberboy, no matter how stupidly & unfairly gorgeous he is. and three, do not, under any circumstance, fall for a client. they're very simple, and very easy to follow. so why are you about to get in bed with park jimin, cyberboy extraordinaire, in order to spite a loyal client of yours?

[ :: LOADING... my strange addiction :: ]

The hot pink log-in screen of cybersex.com is a sight Jungkook is embarrassingly familiar with. Frankly, he’s afraid to admit how many times he’s logged on this past week. It takes him no longer than a minute for him to input his account information, quickly searching for the sole reason he’s still on this site at all.

Jungkook glances at the time. He might still be able to catch a bit of your show tonight. Even if it were only for a few moments, it’d be enough for him until he actually got to talk to you tomorrow. Hopefully.

Jungkook knows better than to think he could ever get enough though.

● LIVE!: sittin here undressed...

By Sweetheart666

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The screen goes black for a second before you appear, sitting on your bed with a pink pillow between your thighs. Jungkook sucks in a breath, feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants. Your hands are on your chest, playing with your nipples and whining softly. Your sounds spur Jungkook further, his eyes glued to the completely fucked out expression on your face and (too soon) his dick is fully erect. He doesn't know how you're able to get him like this so quickly every time.

There's sensual music in the background, but Jungkook only focuses on the pretty sounds falling from your lips. Jungkook begins to palm himself through his sweats just as you tease your fingers over the band of the mesh shorts barely leaving anything to the imagination. Jungkook's skin is hot to the touch, and he can feel the sweat building on his forehead.

“Oh? Do you guys want this off?”

Comments fill the screen quickly, all fervently voting in favor for removing the sheer white fabric. But this isn’t Jungkook’s first time, and he knows better than anyone you like for them to beg.

“Show me how bad you want me to take it off.”

v_steponmepls_ tipped 2,000 hearts!

secretly1ntoXhibitionism tipped 5,000 hearts!

bbybun14 tipped 1,600 hearts!

“Aww, is that all? Guess you don’t want it that much...”

Your fingers leave the band of your shorts, choosing to fiddle with the heart chain around your neck as you wait. Jungkook chuckles, knowing that the comments were all probably whining at your teasing. But as previously mentioned, Jungkook was a bit more experienced in your realm. His fingers dance on the keyboard of his computer.

nj_94 tipped 10,000 hearts!

Tiny red hearts fill Jungkook’s screen as he smirks, lying back against his headboard. He sees the way your eyes flash, before you’re smirking at the camera, as if you could see how desperate Jungkook was.

“So needy, aren’t you, nj_94? Alright, I guess I can give you a little something then...”

Jungkook suddenly feels warmth on his face, and he realizes he’s fucking blushing at your attention. There was something about you acknowledging him in front of almost ninety-thousand people that made his chest swell with pride. He’s so fucking whipped, a thought that crosses his mind momentarily before his focus is back on you. When you finally remove your flimsy shorts, Jungkook moans loudly at the sight of your dripping core. Oh, how he wishes he could stuff his face in between your thighs.

He pulls his sweatpants to his thighs, letting his dick spring free. Jungkook gathers his saliva, spitting into his hands before leisurely stroking his shaft. You play with your clit, moaning softly. He can see your juices dripping onto your mattress, leaving a mess. Jungkook briefly wonders how you would taste on his tongue.

nj_94 tipped 15,000 hearts!

“Wow, straight to the point huh?”

When you slip two fingers into yourself and whine, Jungkook’s strokes begin to speed up. He moans, uncaring of the fact that it was past midnight. Jungkook is mesmerized by the sight of your small fingers pumping in and out of your entrance. Your moans begin to grow louder, and he can tell by the way your hips are grinding along your hands that you're getting closer to your release. Jungkook can feel his coming as well, his strokes becoming sloppier.

“Fuck, I wish those were m-my hands instead of yours,” he mutters, lost in the way you’re making him feel. You moan louder, almost as if you could hear the words coming from Jungkook's mouth. It's impossible, but Jungkook lets his imagination wander.

“You’d probably make me beg for it, w-wouldn’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly as you grind down on your hand. “I-i don’t m-mind, though,” Jungkook is sure he’s mumbling nonsense, yet he can’t find it in himself to care when he’s so close to his release. “I l-love begging for you.” His voice sounds echoey, but in his lust-ridden mind, he can’t make sense of anything else other than you, you, you. Jungkook watches through lidded eyes as your hips stutter. You thumb your clit a couple more times before a loud whine rips through you, and you're reaching your climax.

Jungkook keeps his gaze on you, stroking himself a few more times until he too is spilling his seed all over his abs with a low groan. He’s left breathing harshly, lying on his back as he stares at the ceiling in a post-orgasmic haze. It takes a couple of minutes for Jungkook to fully recover before he looks at his computer screen again, realizing your live has abruptly ended. He sighs wistfully before closing his laptop shut.

Until tomorrow.

[ :: LOGGING IN... computer (almost, but not really) luv ::]

[ENDED]: feelin a bit bratty tonight?

By Sweetheart666

106,729 viewers / 202,728 hearts

jacker82: sailor moon cosplay plssssss?

i_swallow_: feet?

James Miller Jr.: would love to take you to dinner some time!

_tittystan_: OH MY GODDD PLSS PUNCH ME IN THE FACE T-T

catdaddyXoX: ur so hawt yumm XD

Scrolling through the comments section and reading them out loud always made you giggle to yourself. They were either always some absurd comment or a simple compliment thrown your way. And you’d be lying if you said doing these videos didn’t make your confidence go up tenfold. During the past few months you’ve been a Cybergirl, you’ve been steadily growing a following. Your past three videos have done exceedingly well, but it was always your lives that got the most attention.

It started as an easy way to get money to pay your bills. A lonely night in your apartment spent drinking cheap wine and crying about how pathetic you felt, because you couldn’t keep a job to save your life, led you to the hot pink sign up screen of Cybersex.com. You told yourself it would be just for you to get yourself back on your feet, but as you began to post more and see the numbers in your bank account go to the triple digits, you grew a penchant for the website.

All it took was a bit more effort into your videos for it to become your main source of income. You’ve grown much more comfortable around the camera than when you first started, and with that you've also been able to claim your place on the Hot200. It was undemanding work, for the most part. As expected, there was heavy competition between the cybergirls, which only worked to fuel your desire to chart. You had to come up with new and creative ideas for every video, and if you were being honest, you’d say you were pretty fucking good at what you do. And of course, there was no way for you to get fired.

To put it in simpler words, you loved being a cybergirl.

But, the best part, if you had to choose, were the personal clients. The ones who would pay an additional price in order to be able to talk to you directly, maybe even get a private show or pictures if they gave a bit more. You had yet to give a private show to anyone, which was pretty expensive depending on the popularity of the cybergirl. Not that you were complaining, there were enough message requests to keep you pleased and your pockets full.

An alert appears on the corner of your screen, signaling the low battery of your computer. After plugging it in you opt to clean your cam set-up, putting away your toys and equipment. You check the time on your phone, noting that you had time to shower before your upcoming session. One that you had been waiting impatiently for all week.

When you emerge from your bathroom, you pick up your phone again, scrolling through the messages until your eyes fall on one in particular. You look at the time. Punctual as always.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʜᴇʏ ;)

Him.

Nj_94 was your most loyal client, but he only messaged you twice a week. It’d been almost four months since you first started talking to him and you’d be lying if you said his messages didn’t leave you feeling giddy inside. Granted, you’ve never met him, nor do you even know what he looks like, but it didn’t exactly matter to you. Getting to know him over the soft pink message threads of the Cybersex app, you've definitely grown a soft spot for him. There was something about his cute, albeit awkward, self that sometimes had your mind brewing up visions of him beneath you, quivering and begging and-

You digress.

Your back hits the soft silk sheets of your bed, deciding to make him wait a bit. If there was anything you loved more than your little sessions with nj_94, it was teasing him.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜɪ…

There’s not a moment for you to put down your phone before there’s a chain of pings! echoing through the quietness of your bedroom.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʜɪ

[𝟷:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴜ

[𝟷:𝟹𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏ?

[𝟷:𝟹𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs. ᴠᴇʀʏ.

ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺 ɪs ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ…

The text appears and reappears several times before his message finally graces your screen.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴅɪᴅ ᴜ... ᴍɪss ᴍᴇ?

Of course you did, but you’d never tell him that. You sit up on your headboard, playing with the frill of your shorts for a few moments before typing out your message.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜᴍᴍ... ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs

[𝟷:𝟺𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴅɪᴅ ᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴜ?

On the other side of the screen lays Jungkook on his bed, eyes wide as he stares at your message. He knew you were going to ask him about it, but he didn’t think you’d do it right away. Of course he listened. And he enjoyed it an embarrassing amount, something he’d never be able to admit to anyone except you. Shaky fingers tap on the screen of his phone, typing out his response before he clicks the send button.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs ɪ ᴅɪᴅ

[𝟷:𝟺𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀʙʏ?

His heart quickens when he reads the sentence. It wasn’t uncommon for you to call him pet names, but it usually meant he was in for the night. And probably on your good side.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ʀʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏʜ ᴄᴍᴏɴ ʙᴀʙʏ... ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

[𝟷:𝟺𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɴᴏ ɪ

[𝟷:𝟺𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ... ʀᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ

A blush appears on Jungkook’s cheeks almost immediately after he types out the message. No matter how many times he’s texted you the most indecent and lewd words, he’ll probably never be able to fight the shyness that accompanies it.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏʜ?

[𝟷:𝟺𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ… ᴀʀᴇ ᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ?

Jungkook glances down at his bare thighs, where the thin fabric wraps around his hips. He gulps.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟺.ᴊᴘɢ]

There’s a moment where your mouth hangs open, watering at the sight of his salacious thighs. But, the thin black lace barely covering his prominent bulge is what makes you squeeze your thighs together. If his texts weren’t enough to show how desperate he was for you, this unexpected picture definitely got the point across. God, he was such a—

[𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.]sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴜ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ

Jungkook's heart throbs, or is that his dick? Either way, it's almost humiliating how easy it is for you to rile him up from a few words. You just had that effect on him. And, god, did he fucking love it.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴍ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴘʟssss :(

This was... new. Usually, you only allow him to be the one receiving all the attention and pleasure. Despite the waning professionalism in your relationship, this was still your job. It was only after your sessions that you'd grant yourself to come to the fresh memory of his whining and pleading. But who were you to deny him?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ...ᴏᴋ ʙᴀʙʏ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʀ ᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs. ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ 𝟺 ᴜ…

His fingers itch, his cock aching for any form of relief, but he knows better than to do anything without your permission. Besides, you make it all worth it in the end.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ 𝟸 ᴛɪᴍᴇs 𝟸ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ, ʜᴜʜ?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʏᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ 𝟸 ᴅᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ

nj_94 has sent 3,000 hearts!

[𝟷:𝟻𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇᴇᴇ

You laugh breathlessly despite the wetness building between your thighs at his begging. Your hand slips behind your back, unclipping your bralette before slipping it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. You angle the camera so that only the top half of your body shows before snapping the picture.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟻.ᴊᴘɢ]

Fuck. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of the image of your bare chest. Your hand sits right above the band of your thin panties, before the image cuts off. There’s a teasing glint in your eyes as you bite your lip, staring straight into the camera. Jungkook can’t help it, he whines. His hand is pulling the black panties down to his mid thigh before he can think. He sighs at the feeling, grabbing the strawberry lube -your favorite- from his nightstand drawer and squirting a generous amount into his palm. He begins to leisurely stroke his member before a ping! from his phone interrupts him.

[𝟸:𝟶𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ?

[𝟸:𝟶𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ғғᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀs. ᴜʀ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɴɢ ʜᴏᴛᴛ

[𝟸:𝟶𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ᴡs ᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡ ᴜ

You wish so too. To have him begging to touch you, to feel you, right in front of you? Fuck, it definitely did things to you. He did things to you. And you wanted to show him.

[𝟸:𝟶𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: [ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟼.ᴍᴘ𝟺]

Jungkook’s hand falters when he sees you’ve sent a video. Not that it was uncommon, but usually he’d have to send hearts first. But, he decides not to question it, instead choosing to click on the video. It takes a few moments to load, but once the first few seconds start playing, Jungkook’s mouth drops.

Your fingers are in your mouth, sucking and lathering them in spit before they trail down your body and under the fabric of your thin panties. Jungkook doesn’t need to see it, no, he can hear how wet you are. The sounds of your soft moaning and your fingers entering you drive Jungkook utterly wild, and he finds himself whimpering. He can’t stop watching the way you bite your lips and giggle, as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Of course you knew.

Jungkook replays the video, deliberate strokes of his hand sounding through the quietness of his room. “F-fuck, ____... what are you doing to me...” There’s another ping! that seems to reverberate in his head, and Jungkook slows his movements before he can get too lost in the endless ocean of his thoughts.

[𝟸:𝟷𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜʟᴇss, ʙᴀʙʏ?

[𝟸:𝟷𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏʀ ʀ ᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴄ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ?

[𝟸:𝟷𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ғғᴄᴋ ɪ ᴄɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ

[𝟸:𝟷𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴜʀ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɴ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛғʟʟ

[𝟸:𝟸𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴄᴀɴ ɪ sɴᴇᴅ sᴍᴛʜɴ ɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ?

[𝟸:𝟸𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏғᴄ ʙᴀʙʏ

A few minutes pass before your phone finally vibrates, your screen lighting up with a new message.

[𝟸:𝟸𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: [ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ𝟶𝟼𝟽.ᴍᴘ𝟺]

You hesitate for a bit, biting your lip before you press play. The sound of his hand fervently sliding up and down his shaft fills your ears, soft whines of pleasure slipping through the speaker of your phone. If you weren't turned on before, you definitely were now. Your hand travels down your body, slipping underneath your panties. Gasping at the pool of your wetness, your hand moves along your clit expertly as his hand slides along the mess of precum and red lube. Strawberry.

Right as the video is reaching the last ten seconds, your hands speed up against your heat. Your thoughts are clouded, lidded eyes staring at nj_94’s huge cock. Right before the video ends, you hear his voice, muttering nonsense, but that isn’t what makes you cease your motions. “F-fuck, ____, see what you do to me.”

It’s clear he doesn't realize he’s said your name, your actual name. But that's not even the weirdest part. No, because the voice sounds too familiar to you. Similar to the voice of— ping!

nj_94 has sent 5,000 hearts!

[𝟸:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ғᴄᴋ ɪᴍ ᴄʟᴏᴇs

[𝟸:𝟹𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʟᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴍ

[𝟸:𝟹𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴘʟssss?

[𝟸:𝟹𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟽.ᴊᴘᴇɢ]

The still image of your drenching core is enough for Jungkook to spill his seed all over his hand. His hand slows as he pumps the last spurts of his cum, chest heaving harshly. He grabs a couple of tissues from his nightstand, using it to clean the cum off of his fingers.

[𝟸:𝟺𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

[𝟸:𝟺𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ

[𝟸:𝟺𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼:,, ɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ

sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼 ɪs ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ...

Jungkook’s head is spinning, but he doesn’t think it’s from the breathtaking orgasm you had just given him. He’s on edge as he watches the little typing bubble appear and disappear multiple times. What could you possibly be ‘thinking’ about? Were you thinking of ending this whole thing? Oh god, were you thinking of—!

[𝟸:𝟺𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ?

No, this was definitely much worse. Jungkook never would have guessed how far this would have gone when he first impulsively texted you all those months ago. After the first two months, when the sexting had turned into a regular thing, he knew you’d eventually grow curious. He knew you’d eventually ask. And, god, does he wish he had the fucking balls to tell you.

Jungkook would be lying if he said this hadn’t turned into something more than just sexting. At least for him. He wasn’t really sure how you felt about him, though sometimes the things you’d say when you were coaxing him into an orgasm would go to his head, and he’d think, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, you felt something more as well.

But after he’d come down from his high, and come down back to reality, Jungkook knew it was just wishful thinking. How could you have feelings for someone you’ve never met, never seen? Even if you did, it wasn’t Jungkook you felt something for, it was nj_94. Which, yes technically was him, but not to you. You probably thought it was, well, literally anyone except your nerd of a neighbor who was too much of a coward to tell you who he was. What the hell would he even tell you? How the hell would he tell you?

“Oh, hey, _____! You know that guy you’ve been sexting consistently through Cybersex for four months? Well, surprise! It’s been me the entire goddamn time!”

SLAP!

Yet, even in the safety of his imagination, you're fuming, ears blowing steam as you slam the door in his face. A demand to never speak to you again, and Jungkook sinks into the floor from shame and embarrassment. Sometimes, you’d laugh in his face, disbelieving, or worse, unwanting of him.

Jungkook’s mind was a weird and ghastly place.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at your message, but he sees you’ve gone offline, probably tired of waiting for him to reply. His thumbs hover over the keypad of his phone, but he can’t bring himself to say anything, not even to jokingly brush you off. There have been many moments before where you’ve brought up what nj_94 looks like, but somehow this time it feels different. Jungkook can’t pin down the feeling coiling in his stomach, so he does what he does best.

He ignores it.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The blaring sound of your alarm fills the once quiet room, ripping you away from your peaceful slumber, and you groan loudly into your pillow. Your hand fumbles around your nightstand as you try to blindly reach for your phone. Once you're able to turn off your alarm, you hear the pounding at the door. You lift your head, able to make out muffled calls of your name through your clouded mind. Who the fuck is trying to knock the door down so early in the morning?

You choose to bury your face in your pillows again, shifting the duvet over your head in order to block out the noise. Reaching for your phone once again, your eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright screen, and- oh, shit, you’re running late... again.

You throw the covers off your body, almost falling over the heap of clothes strewn over your bedroom floor. The knocking continues, and you rush out of your room, throwing the door open without sparing another glance at who’s standing at your doorstep.

“Give me five minutes!”

The figure chuckles, entering the threshold as you run back to your bedroom to throw on something presentable. “Rough night?” he says, voice sounding muffled through the closed door.

You laugh breathlessly, “More like rough weekend.” but you’re sure your voice is too quiet to be heard. Hastily brushing your teeth, you attempt to slip on your sweatpants at once. Following your successful multitasking and finishing your morning routine in record time, you emerge from your bedroom. Grabbing your keys and book bag from the living room, you pad over to the shoe rack near the front door.

“Wow, you should start waking up late every day if you’re gonna get ready this fast.”

You roll your eyes turning to shoot Jungkook a glare, “Don’t worry, I’ll start taking my time now just for you.”

Not waiting for a response, you open the door, gesturing for him to exit. He curtsies before he begins walking down the hallway to the elevator, you following closely behind.

-----

There’s something different about you today.

You’re quiet, gazing into the distance as you both walk to the coffee shop a few blocks away from your university campus. He tries to think nothing of it, chalking it up to the sleepiness still wearing off from the early morning. But usually you’d be pointing out random things on the street, or teasing Jungkook endlessly. And maybe he might miss the (albeit playful and meaningless) flirting, but he’d never say that out loud.

You reach the shop without a word, the sound of the city waking up and Jungkook’s boots hitting the pavement the only source of noise between you. When you reach the cashier, you’re still dazed, and if Jungkook didn’t know your order by heart (something he also would never admit), you’d probably forgo ordering anything.

Despite noticing all the things off today, Jungkook decides to not ask. He really doesn't want to push you to talk. And you’d come to him if there was something really bothering you.

At least that’s what Jungkook tried to do, but when you continue to be off in your own world, unknowingly ignoring his attempts at making conversation, he decides fuck that. And even though Jungkook would deny, again, if anyone would ever ask him, he does care deeply for you. Anything bothering you, bothers him.

“Alright, what’s up?” he asks, trying to seem casual despite rethinking the words a thousand times in his head.

“Huh?” you blink, coming back down to earth. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook sends you a disbelieving look, “You know what I mean. I asked you three times if you wanted a piece of my cheese danish, and you haven’t said a word since we left your apartment. So, what’s up?”

You duck your head, suddenly feeling bashful for ignoring Jungkook, but you haven’t been able to stop thinking about... him since the weird conversation you had on Friday. And to make matters worse, the fucker has been ignoring you. The only times he has bothered to text, was only to cancel your Saturday night appointment, despite the money already being transferred to your account. And when you tried to send it back, he declined the request without a word. Everything that he does leaves you more confused than before, and now you’re left to deal with these gross feelings building inside you.

Because even if you’re trying to ignore it, and him, as much as possible, your stupid brain can’t help thinking about all the sessions you’ve had with him, and all the mundane conversations that crossed the strictly business and purely sexual line. It was all too much, and you wished you could make sense of at least some of it, but now he won’t even talk to you. You can’t help thinking that maybe you had imagined it all. That maybe you had somehow convinced yourself that he felt the same way you did.

Or maybe he felt that it was becoming too much, too intimate, too serious, and wanted nothing to do with it. But even then, why couldn’t he have just told you that? Why did he have to fucking ghost you, for crying out loud? Why did-!

“Hello? Earth to _____!”

You blink, eyes focusing on the hand waving in front of your face. “Fuck, did I do it again?”

Jungkook chuckles, and you try to ignore the way your heart skips a beat. What the hell is up with you today? “Seriously, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” you hesitate, because what would you even call this? The whole situation is weird if you were to explain it to, well, literally anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Jungkook thinks you work as a coder from home. “Boy problems.”

Jungkook clears his throat, averting his eyes and choosing to focus on the grey concrete beneath him. “O-oh,” and as much as he doesn’t want to know about the other guy who’s got you so in your head, he still asks, “do you want to talk about it?”

You’re quiet for a moment, and Jungkook thinks that you might not say anything, that you might brush him off. He almost sighs in relief but then-

“Well, there’s this guy, and well- uhm,” you stare at the iced coffee in your hands, contemplating how to word your thoughts without actually spilling your secret. “We’ve never actually met, or anything, but we’ve been talking through this,” you pause again, glancing at Jungkook, whose jaw is clenched, “dating site. And well, we’ve been talking for about four months...”

Jungkook almost trips over his own feet whipping his head to look at you. You’re still talking, but now his brain is hazy and he can't think straight. No... you couldn’t... you’re not... you can’t be... you can’t be talking about... him, right? There’s... there’s no way. It has to be someone else. It has to be a coincidence that almost everything you’re saying sounds exactly like your relationship with... nj_94. Right? Right, of course, you’re definitely talking about someone else and it’s all in his-!

“...and when i asked, if uh, i’d ever get to see him, he kinda ghosted me, so, yeah.” you laugh nervously, noting the way Jungkook hasn't said a thing.

But, Jungkook is more sure than ever that you’re talking about him, well, not him, but nj_94, which technically- ok, you know what? It doesn’t matter because he feels nauseous and he’s sure he’s about to empty the contents of his stomach right here on campus in front of everyone. And now you’re looking at him with worry in those beautiful gleaming eyes of yours and oh, god, he needs to do something, anything to make this go away. Jungkook opens the lid of his coffee, taking a huge gulp without thinking anything of it because- OH FUCK!

IT’S FUCKING SCALDING. OH, GOD HIS TONGUE IS FUCKING BURNING AND HE’S SPUTTERING AND SPITTING THE COFFEE BACK OUT AND FUCK, IS HE SWEATING? IT’S SIXTY FUCKING DEGREES OUTSIDE AND HE’S SWEATING? NOW YOU’RE LOOKING AT HIM WITH CONCERN IN THOSE BEAUTIFUL GLEAMING EYES- wait, isn’t that the exact reason he’s stuck in this situation? God, what were you doing to him?

Jungkook barely registers the fact that you’ve both stopped walking, and are standing underneath one of the big trees on your campus. There’s a hand on his shoulder, and he realizes through his mess of a mind that it's yours.

“Jesus, Kook, are you okay?”

“Mhm,” he says, like a liar because no, he’s not okay, far from it actually. Because you’re fucking talking about him, and you don’t even fucking know it. God, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like this. Truthfully, Jungkook doesn't exactly know why he’s been ignoring you. It was in a panic that he had cancelled your next session, afraid to talk to you after the sucker move he had pulled Friday night.

And he knows, he fucking knows that avoiding it is just making it worse. And that it won't go away, no matter how much he tries to ignore it. Jungkook is at a loss for what to do, and it's not like he could go to his friends to ask for help. This whole situation was too fucking absurd to even bother explaining. But if there was one good thing coming from this, it was learning that you did actually care about him, or...erm...nj_94, at the very least. Sure, there were almost a million other things Jungkook had to figure out, but hey, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.

Jungkook unconsciously pouts, willing the tingling on his tongue to go away. He’s too busy glaring at the offending coffee in his hands to notice the way your worried stare turns into one of suspicion, if only for a moment.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better?”

His head whips up at that, eyes widening at your words. Innocent and insignificant, yet Jungkook can’t help but think of the videos where you use the same tone. He’s sure that he’s completely forgotten the scalding burn on his tongue now. And it’s then that he sees it. The amused glint in your eyes, and the way your lips are pursed, seemingly holding back a laugh.

You’re making fun of him.

Jungkook scoffs, pushing your hand off his shoulder. You offer him the ice in your now empty cup, but he only rolls his eyes. You both toss your drinks in the can next to you, continuing the walk to your morning class.

And he tries to act upset, he really does, but when he sees you start to laugh, he can’t help but do the same.

[ :: ENTER... the (cyber)boy of your dreams ::]

There’s a familiar ping! that sounds through your bedroom, making you run out of your bathroom, toothbrush hanging from your mouth as you reach for your charging phone.

[𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟸 ᴘ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ s��ʏ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ?

Trying to ignore the slight pang of disappointment in your chest, you roll your eyes at his compliment. Typing out a response, you hit send before chucking your phone across your bed, huffing as you plop onto your mattress.

[𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟹 ᴘ.ᴍ] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴅᴏ ᴜ sᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴜʀ ɪɴʙᴏx?

[𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟹 ᴘ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ ;)

Jimin was a bit of an icon in the cybersex world, adored by fans and other cyberboys alike. His videos centered on a more… demanding persona, which is what got him his mass audience. It obviously worked in his favor, if a peek at his account was anything to go by.

ParkJimin

@mincams

1,500,000 monthly viewers / 10,183,209 hearts

Most Popular: be a good girl, would you? / 7,937,937 views

And while a lot of cyberboys faked their personalities on screen, everything Jimin did had a sense of genuinity, and there was no doubt he was just as dominating in real life as he was on camera. You’d know better than anyone.

Jimin had begun texting you a few months ago, right when your videos had begun charting. It definitely took you by surprise, having only been messaged by two other cybergirls asking where you had bought your lingerie. And seeing his immense following only made you question it even more. What did he want to do with you when there were so many others who were more... on his level?

Yet, despite you sometimes disregarding his messages due to the suspicion you had in the early weeks, there would still be a text from him every Wednesday without a doubt. This obviously led to you, eventually, texting him back, if only to satiate your curiosity. And well, he was definitely... intriguing, considering the fact that you’ve been speaking ever since. Though, your ‘acquaintance’ with him has definitely crossed that line of playful flirtiness and frisky texting.

Cyber fuck buddies was probably the best way to describe your relationship with Jimin now. One lonely, frustrating late night had led to you and Jimin exchanging some very lewd thoughts with each other. And yes, although you had broken your second rule of being a cybergirl, the intense orgasm Jimin had given you was enough for you to... tweak them a bit.

See, at the beginning of your Cybersex journey, you had set rules for yourself, if only to make your job easier. And rule number two was to never get involved with a cyberboy. And, really, you were doing a great job at ignoring them completely, then Jimin had managed to slip his way into your life. But could you really blame yourself? Jimin was fucking hot, and you had your own desires that needed to be satisfied every once in a while. When he had just offered himself up, what were you supposed to do? Say no? It’s not like you were fucking him in real life anyway.

So, you changed that rule to never fuck a cyberboy. Harder to actually break and straight to the point. And yet... here you were, thinking of bringing none other than Park fucking Cyberboy Jimin onto your next show.

And you know, it sounds fucking stupid because what the hell? Did you not go over your own rules just now? But Jimin was the only one that could (possibly) help you in this very... unique situation. And, no, you were not gonna fuck him. Despite how much you’ve bent your rules, you were still going to try to respect them. Besides, you had other plans for him.

Like you mentioned before, Jimin was as demanding in his videos as in real life. Yet, there he’d be, in your direct messages, damn near begging for an opportunity to film a video with you.

Who would have thought that Park Jimin, the one who has everyone begging for him, actually wanted to be on his knees for you.

And at first it was easy to brush it off as a meaningless joke. Hell, you’d even respond back with a quip of your own. But when he actually explained himself, you had to say, all his points were very convincing. Something about gaining a bigger platform and a more ‘enlightening’ sexual experience. But, you had never brought anyone on your channel, and honestly, you had brushed the idea of a ‘partnership’ with him to the back of your mind. That is, until now.

Now, you needed him more than ever, for your own reasons.

[𝟸:𝟸𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɪs ᴜʀ ᴏғғᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ... ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ?

[𝟸:𝟸𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀsᴋ

[𝟸:𝟸𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs

[𝟸:𝟸𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ.

[𝟸:𝟸𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs.

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸4 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sʀs?

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: sᴜʀᴇ...ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɴ ᴡᴇ ғɪʟᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴀᴛ.

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴅᴇᴀʟ?

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs ɪs ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ...

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴅᴇᴀʟ.

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ ;)

The buzz of quiet conversation fills the room, accompanied by the sounds of the documentary playing on the projector that no one could be seen paying attention to. Even the professor seemed to be falling asleep grading papers near the corner of the room. There were excited whispers of a party later tonight, but you, you were ecstatic for reasons completely different.

“Pssst! Jungkook!”

Jungkook lifts his head, looking around before he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around and almost jumps back in shock from how close your face is to his.

“Uh, yeah?” he whispers back.

There’s something in your smile that throws him off, demure and something else he can’t seem to figure out. Maybe Jungkook pays too much attention to anything you do. Fuck, you're driving him crazy just sitting there.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Uh, no... why?” he stutters, and maybe it’s just the dark lighting in the room, but he swears he sees your eyes gleam.

“No reason,” you respond, leaning your head against your hand. Your other hand comes to toy with the necklace sitting around your neck. “But I’d advise you to stay home this weekend.”

His eyes widen. What the fuck? Did Jungkook hear you correctly? Or is he starting to hear things too? What the hell are you doing to him? “W-what?”

“I don’t know if you’ve heard about the... show,” you make sure to look right into his eyes, “playing tomorrow night. I heard it was going to be really special.”

Jungkook blinks multiple times, sure the confusion and shock is written on his face as he stares at you. Fuck, he doesn’t know if he heard you correctly, and he’s too afraid to ask. He’s only able to dumbly murmur a “what?”

You only smile, no indication that those words had actually left your mouth. Except the fact that Jungkook had seen it. “There’s supposed to be a storm tomorrow. It’s not safe to go out.”

The lights flicker back on, and students begin to get up to leave the lecture hall. Jungkook is glued to his chair, staring at the desk you had just been sitting in. He’s too stunned to even bother thinking of a response, but luckily (or unluckily) you don’t seem to mind it. Instead you rise from your seat, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I’ll see you later, Jungkook.”

He glances up, swallowing hard at the coy grin on your face. Jungkook can’t help but follow your movement, watching as you pause at the door. You turn your head, making sure that you meet his eyes once again before winking at him. You take your leave, disappearing down the hallway but lingering in Jungkook’s mind.

There was... no way you knew, right? He’d been so careful not to let anything slip. Maybe you were talking about a TV show? As much as Jungkook tried to tell himself that it was all in his head, that no, you didn’t know about his not-so-little secret, somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice kept telling him that it was futile.

He’s embarrassed to admit that once he gets into the safety of his apartment, he runs to his computer, biting his nails as he waits for it to turn on. Jungkook clicks on the pink heart icon in the corner of his home screen, inputting his memorized account information.

USERNAME: nj_94

PASSWORD: boyzwithfun97

Jungkook hasn’t logged onto Cybersex since last Saturday, but searching for your name is like clockwork. Right as he clicks on your profile, he sees you’ve made a new post. Usually, Fridays were the days you went live, but apparently things were different tonight.

[9 MINUTES AGO] SWEETHEART666 said:

no live tonight, babes. vv special video coming tomorrow <3.

Yeah, he was completely and utterly fucked.

[ :: JOINING... the valley ::]

Jungkook doesn’t know how to feel.

He doesn’t even know what to expect. It’s finally Saturday, well Saturday morning and Jungkook finds himself lying in his bed, staring blankly at his ceiling. He’s already dreading the day, knowing that all that would be on his mind today would be you, and your stupid, vague words with your stupid smirk and, fuck, let’s just be real for a second; Jungkook has never been more mortified in his twenty-three years of living. Though if anyone were to ask, he’d say he’s doing fucking peachy, like the liar he is.

He hasn’t seen you since yesterday when you almost gave him a stroke from those borderline seductive words of yours. Fuck, a “show”? What else could you possibly mean? Did you know that he watched your videos? For Jungkook’s sake, he prays to whoever is up there that that’s all you know. The walls of the apartments are thin, thin enough for Jungkook to hear you moaning every time you film, and definitely flimsy enough for you to catch the sound of your name tumbling from his lips almost every goddamn time he comes. But, god, does he really wish he knew how you felt about everything. Instead of leaving him in the dark, he wished you would have at least told him you weren't angry at him for watching your videos in secret.

Oh, how things have taken a turn.

Something Jungkook is great at is pushing away his feelings. Which, in hindsight, has definitely never ever gone even remotely in his favor. Does that stop him from burying it all down? No. But it definitely has taught him ways to distract himself from anything and everything. And one of his favorite distractions is working out. In the gym located in the lower level of his apartment complex, he’s able to filter out the world, his thoughts, and throw all the shit he’s pushed down onto the treadmill. He focuses on the loud drumming of his playlist, pressing down on the arrow button until he’s completely drenched in sweat, panting from the thirty-minute sprint. Then it's weight lifting, which isn't as distracting as he’d like it to be, but if he turns his music up louder, he can't hear the way his brain is screaming at him to just! make! sense! of! his! feelings!

But it only lasts a short hour and a half during the workout. Now, all Jungkook can focus on is the way he hasn't ridden this elevator with you in what seems like forever, and how much he misses talking to you, even if it's just as nj_94. He wonders if maybe he’ll catch sight of you walking back from doing your laundry like he always does when he comes back from his Saturday workouts. Much to his dismay, there’s no sight of you when the elevator reaches your shared floor. His shoulders deflate, and he walks with his head down, feeling completely pathetic.

It’s only when he’s a few feet away from your apartment entrance that he spots the unfamiliar man leaning against your door. He’s poised, aura oozing with confidence and nonchalance. Jungkook slows his walking. Who the hell was he?

The man in question turns his head slightly, and consequently makes direct eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook feels his eyes widen at how attractive this man was. But, honestly, he would be more surprised if he saw you with someone who looked any less than a fucking god amongst mortals. The man looks Jungkook up and down, plump lips shifting into a smirk before he tilts his head. Jungkook tenses, throwing him a quick nod of the head. His smile widens before the door to your apartment opens, and he walks in, disappearing as quickly as the door shuts.

Great, the last chance he had to see you before tonight was gone. No questions answered, but it was fine. Everything was fine. All he had to do was wait a bit more. Jungkook glances at his watch, sighing loudly before inputting the code, rather harshly, to his apartment.

Only five more hours.

Five minutes.

Jungkook has lost count of how many times he’s refreshed your profile page. He probably looks as crazy as he feels waiting for the clock to hit eleven. He doesn't know what he’s feeling. Excited? Unnerved? Terrified? Jungkook's willing to bet it might be all three.

The minutes seem to go agonizingly slow as if taunting him. The ticking of the clock above his bed threatens to send him into overdrive. He has half a mind to rip it from the nail on the wall and throw it across the room. Even the soft rain hitting his bedroom window makes him want to scream. But he knows every jumbled thought crossing his mind is just an attempt to distract him from the absolute fear he’s feeling right now.

Then finally, finally, after the umpteenth time Jungkook has refreshed the page, right when he feels he's about to implode and have his insides turn into mush, it appears. Right as the shorthand hits eleven.

● [LIVE!] ur fav boy on his knees... w/ a special surprise <3

by Sweetheart666

2,039 viewing now

Jungkook swears he feels his heart stop beating, and he almost doesn't click on the live, he almost shuts his laptop and walks to the corner of his bedroom to rethink his actions in shame.

Almost.

The sight is familiar, one of your dimly-lit bedroom and a king-sized bed freshly made with black satin sheets. It’s a view Jungkook has grown all too accustomed to, after spending countless late nights watching you come undone under the same light. But tonight, everything has him on edge. Even the sensual music playing quietly in the background makes his heart rate increase.

It takes another minute before you appear in frame, wearing that damned smirk on your face again. But now there’s a flash of something he can’t seem to name, that flickers in your eyes. Jungkook must either be losing his mind, or the camera was playing tricks. You greet everyone in that same sweet voice of yours, as you always do in every video. You wait a few more moments for more viewers to join, toying with the heart that hangs on the chain wrapped around your neck. Everything seemed normal so far, and for a split second, Jungkook is able to breathe again. But before his thoughts could get any further, he comes into the frame.

“Everyone, this is Minnie. You might know him as Jimin, or mincams. He’s the first person I’ve ever brought on my channel, so please be nice to him...”

The same guy that had been standing outside of your apartment door. Jungkook should’ve connected the dots. It was all right in front of his fucking eyes, yet he was too in his feelings to even realize it. This was your ‘special surprise’.

Jimin’s face is eerily familiar, and Jungkook realizes that it’s not from the fleeting hallway interaction. No, he’s definitely seen him on the trending page of Cybersex multiple times. He doesn’t know how he didn’t recognize him at first, having clicked on his videos out of curiosity before. He briefly wonders how Jimin, the ever dominating and controlling Cyberboy, was so willing to get on his knees for you. Then again, Jungkook knew better than to doubt your authority over anyone.

“...unless, of course, he misbehaves.”

Jungkook almost chokes on his spit, mind failing to grasp the last few words that had tumbled from your mouth. Had he heard you right? Judging by the way Jimin’s eyes light up, he’s gonna take a wild guess and say that yes, this was going exactly where Jungkook thought it was. He looks down at his pants. Jungkook was definitely more excited than terrified now.

You stand from your spot on the floor, but Jimin stays kneeled right where he is, eyes following your movement behind the camera. Jungkook glances at the growing number of viewers, half probably from Jimin’s own audience. Just one look at the comments, he notes that this is definitely something his fans had been waiting for.

“Sit on the bed. Strip down to your underwear.��

Even though he knows your words aren’t directed at him, Jungkook’s dick has a mind of its own. Sure, he’s watched the way you dominate during your solo shows, but seeing you order about another man, fuck, does it do things to Jungkook.

He watches as Jimin obeys immediately, sitting on the edge of the bed and almost ripping his shirt in his haste to please you. You walk into frame again, holding a piece of fabric in one hand. You trace your fingers over the slope of his nose, past his lips, and down the length of his neck. “Such a pretty face. Shame I have to cover it...” you pout, though your eyes are shining with mischief. Your hands bring the silk scarf around his eyes, tying it behind his head.

Jungkook puts his hand over his growing bulge as you guide Jimin further back onto your bed. You turn him to the side, both of your bodies perfectly lining up with the camera. Fuck, is it driving Jungkook absolutely wild knowing that this was all happening just on the other side of the wall behind him. God, the things he’d do to be in Jimin’s place. Or just be there in person.

You’re on his lap now, nipping at his neck as Jimin’s soft moans filter through the speakers of his computer. Your hands, however, are kept at your side, only making Jimin’s pleas for your touch more desperate. Yet, you give into none of it. Pulling away from him, but not without another whine from the blinded man, you grin. “So whiny.”

Jungkook pauses his clothed palming, waiting with bated breath as you go behind the camera once again. The sight of Jimin’s flushed cheeks and harsh breathing makes his dick harden impossibly more. You appear in frame, this time with an unfamiliar object in your hand. Your hand goes to Jimin’s chest, and he jumps from surprise, then immediately after whines at your soft caresses. Once his nipple stiffens, your other hand clamps the pink clip onto it, prompting a gasp from both Jimin and Jungkook.

Jungkook watches as you adjust the tightness while struggling to pull down his pants laying down. Jimin looks even more flustered than before, hands digging into the flesh of his thighs. “Does it feel okay?” he hears you whisper, and Jimin nods eagerly. You chuckle, “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” Jimin’s voice is strangled, and Jungkook can see the painful swell of his cock outline through the camera lens. “It’s perfect.”

“Good.” you pat his cheek before pushing him to lie down on his back. Another piece of fabric comes to wrap around Jimin’s wrists, placing them above his head. You climb over his body, opting to lay over his thighs, just below his prominent erection. “Tell me, baby,” Jungkook’s eyes catch the matching pink remote in your hand and the smirk on your face. Your thumb presses down on the button, and the sudden sounds of buzzing mixed with Jimin whining sets Jungkook’s skin ablaze. “Is it ok if I use you for tonight?”

“F-fuck, y-yes, p-please use me, sweetheart.”

Jungkook has his hand on his shaft, leisurely stroking as he watches you press the button once again. The humming stops, but Jimin is left gasping, back arching off the sheets. The sight spurs Jungkook further, and he brings his own hand to his erect nipples, pinching hard. You move to straddle Jimin’s thigh before lifting the other clamp to his mouth. “Open up, baby.”

Jimin quickly complies, opening his mouth wide enough for your index finger and thumb to enter. His lips wrap snugly around them, sucking until you tap his cheek. Your fingers and the clamp emerge drenched in his spit, but Jungkook only gets a glance before you’re shoving them beneath your thin mesh slip-on. The clamps come to life once again, you and Jimin releasing simultaneous moans of ecstasy.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat building on Jungkook’s skin as he pumps himself harder, whining at the sight. God, he’s never wanted to be beneath you as much as he wants to now. He watches as you press the remote once again, giggling quietly at Jimin’s complaining. Jungkook stops his stroking, despite how much he wants to continue, realizing he’d probably make himself come unintentionally. And he could tell you were just getting started.

Your hand trails down the expanse of his chest, trailing down his toned stomach before stopping right above the place Jimin wants you the most. Your touches are playful, teasing as you use your other hand to reattach the wet clip on Jimin’s bare nipple. Jimin gasps when you press your hand down on his erection. “Nngh, sweetheart. It hurts.” he pouts, and Jungkook is almost sure if he wasn’t blindfolded, he’d be giving you puppy eyes.

But you’re inexorable.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better, baby?” you’re still talking to Jimin, but you look straight at the camera, and at Jungkook, as you say it, lashes fluttering.

Now that makes Jungkook cease his motions. Even in his hunger-ridden mind, the words feel strangely familiar, like he’s heard them before, but in a different situation. Jungkook can’t seem to remember, but the thought disappears as quickly as it came. You’ve left Jimin alone on the bed again, standing beside as you slowly strip yourself of your underwear. Hearts blow up the screen as you smirk at the camera. “Everyone’s so needy today, huh?”

You crawl up next to Jimin, tracing your fingers lightly over his toned chest. “You could probably come from these alone.” Jimin voices his pleading objections, desperate to feel your hands elsewhere, but you leave his side once again, walking closer to the camera. “Hmm, let’s ask your fans what they think.”

There’s no need to even glance at the video chat, because your laugh says it all. “Looks like they want you like this, Minnie.” He arches his back of the bed, attempting to plead with you for more stimulation. “Nnngh, please, sweetheart.” Yet you only giggle quietly. Your hand reaches for the remote off to the side before you turn the clamps on once again. Jimin’s breathy moans are loud, loud enough to filter through your shared wall, and Jungkook gulps.

Leaving Jimin alone on the bed once again, you emerge with a silver bowl in your hand. You crawl onto his thighs again, clicking the button and halting Jimin’s pleasure. Your fingers pick up an ice cube before tracing it down his chest. Jimin shivers at the coolness, but otherwise stays quiet, waiting for your next move. When you reach the band of his boxers, you leave the ice cube to melt on his abs before pulling them down and letting his cock hit his stomach. Jimin gasps at the cold wetness, tied hands digging into the mattress above his head. “Is that better, Minnie?” he only nods in response, and this time it’s enough for you.

Jungkook glances at the mess on his lap, a mix of his precum and spit lathered all over his shaft and hand. He looks back at his screen, and he sees you’ve crawled over his chest, nearing his face. Your hand goes to cradle his jaw, using your thumb to trace his bottom lip. “Tell me, Minnie, is this mouth only good for whining and complaining?” Jimin shakes his head fervently, tongue coming out to lick at your thumb. “Hmm, mind if I test it for myself then?”

Jimin swallows, trying to find his voice. “Please.”

You push his head back onto the bed, placing your knees on either side of his head. Another ice cube finds its way to your hand, and you bring it to Jimin’s lips. “Open, Minnie.” he complies, sucking the ice into his mouth. His mouth is left agape, and you smile, pleased. “Good boy.”

You slowly sink down, just enough for Jimin to start licking and sucking your heat. You gasp, holding your breath before letting out a small whimper. The hand that’s not steadying you holds the remote, pressing down on the button once again. Jimin groans into your clit. Jungkook watches the way your back arches with pleasure as his hand speeds up on his dick. He imagines being the one underneath you, eating you out like he’s wanted to for so long. Jungkook tries to be quiet, he truly does, but, fuck, just the vision of you spread out above him, makes him moan out loud.

“C’mon, Minnie, louder. Don’t you want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel?” Jungkook doesn’t realize how loud Jimin is until he hears his moans clearer through the wall than his computer speaker. Jungkook swallows down his whines as best he can, but when he sees the way your toes curl from Jimin’s unrelenting mouth, he can’t help it anymore. He’s sure the noises falling from his mouth can be heard as clearly as Jimin’s, yet he can’t find it in himself to care. Not when he’s so close to his own release.

Your whimpers only spur Jungkook further, and he’s too lost in the way you smirk straight at the camera to worry about his volume anymore. He groans, on the edge of ecstasy when your voice sounds through his clouded mind. “C’mon, baby boy, I know you can do it.” White flashes behind his eyelids, and he comes in spurts of white all over his stomach. Jungkook doesn’t notice the way all light in his room has suddenly shut off, leaving him with only the glow of his dying computer to luminate him.

When Jungkook finally opens his eyes, there’s nothing but darkness, the harsh sound of rain splattering against his window and the howling noise of the wind mixing with his harsh breathing. Even Jimin’s whines and the humming of his laptop has stopped. The post orgasm haze clouding in his mind the only indication that whatever just happened was actually real.

CLICK!

[ENDED] ur fav boy on his knees w/ special surprise <3

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“Fuck.” he mutters, finally grasping the fact that the power had gone out. But, it’s when Jungkook’s eyes adjust to the darkness, that it comes back to him. Something you said that sounded too familiar, and this time he knows it’s not his imagination.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better, baby?”

It becomes clearer as his breath evens out.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better?”

You know.

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floating (shin ryujin x hwang yeji)

Themes: uhhhh fairy au, congrats ryujin has adhd, yeji has no idea she’s driving ryujin crazy, ryujin has a crazy crush on yeji by the way, ryu’s dad is vv homophobic, “platonic” cuddles, yeji is a therapist for ryujin, soft breakfast therapy session, ryujin *really* wants to kiss yeji

Ryujin sighed. It was three days until her coronation as Areusor’s crown princess and she couldn’t stand the thought. Sitting in her favorite reading nook in the royal library, 20 or so feet up from the ground, she stared out the window, gazing at the open ocean with an open textbook that she wasn’t paying attention to in her lap. Her thoughts were running a million miles a minute over the most random topics, her ADHD running wildly. One moment she was thinking about her studies in magic, then she was thinking about her coronation gown, currently being altered three floors below her, then she was thinking about her best friend, Yeji.

Or rather, daydreaming about Yeji.

Ever since she and Yeji had drunkenly kissed three weeks ago, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It kept her awake at night. It caused her to fumble spellwork. It caused her to make a false call during her diplomacy training. Hell, it caused her to fantasize about kissing her in this very reading nook. Yeji was Ryujin’s one and only thought, running miles through her head day and night. As she watched the sun set, she heard the massive library doors open with a heavy sounding clank, something she had learned to know as familiar.

The worst part was that Ryujin had no idea if Yeji felt that way too. Kisses can be platonic, right? And they were both drunk, there was no way Yeji remembered it. But if it was platonic then… Why did Ryujin feel like Yeji was pouring everything she had into that kiss? And why did Ryujin return the feeling? Ryujin hesitated when she heard her name, not wanting to leave her safe little zone of her thoughts. Someone called her name again, a masculine voice.

“Yeah?” She poked her head out of the elevated nook and found her father down on the ground floor, the person she dreaded speaking to most.

“Oh, there you are. I figured you would be in here somewhere. It’s time for dinner, are you still studying?” Her father pushed himself off of the ground and onto the ladder leading up to where Ryujin sat, surrounded by textbooks, scrolls and notebooks. Pens and pencils were scattered throughout the outcropping of wood and Ryujin sat against the wall, turning her gaze out the window and to the setting sun yet again.

“I’m trying to study, I just can’t focus. I didn’t sleep well last night,” she lies. The truth was, she didn’t sleep at all the previous night and was running on spite, two Monsters and her prescription of Adderall. Oh, that and the takeout Panda Express that Yeji had brought for her about five hours and thirty-seven minutes ago, not that Ryujin was counting or anything.

“Oh, okay,” her father says, almost sounding disappointed. Fair enough, he wanted to spend time with his only daughter since her life was going to be claimed with royal duties in three days. “Do you want me to have someone bring you your dinner?”

“Oh, I’m not hungry, thank you, though. If I get hungry I’ll text one of the butlers.” Her father bristled at the use of the word “butlers” since he considered them all to be more servants than maids and butlers. He’d have to get used to it, though. Ryujin would have total control over their entire kingdom in T-minus 68 hours, something that he’d been preparing for since his daughter had been born.

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll see you in a bit?”

“Possibly? Who knows how long I’ll procrastinate on this assignment.” She shrugs nonchalantly, even though her grades were suffering horribly and she couldn’t afford to have another C. Her Areusor history essay was waiting, so she pulled out her laptop and tried to focus as best she could, staring at the blank Google doc. But before she’s able to lay her fingers on the keys and begin typing away at what she had memorized at age ten, she’s interrupted by a notification. It’s a text from the very person she wants to see right now: Yeji.

Yeji 💜

Hey! Are you in your reading nook?

Ryujin

yeah why?

Yeji 💜

Stay there, I'm coming to see your stubborn ass.

Ryujin

okay

A few moments later, Ryujin hears creaking on the ladder and looks down to see Yeji. She smiles brightly and feels a wave of relief pass over her. “Hey, Yeji,” Ryujin says, beaming.

“Hey, Ryu,” Yeji replies. “How are you doing?” She climbs into the nook with Ryujin and sits across from her, pushing an Areusorian Economics textbook out of the way.

“Overwhelmed,” Ryujin immediately responds, not giving the question a second thought. “Stressed, freaking out, not mentally prepared for my coronation, way too sleep deprived, basically not doing great.” She can feel the stinging of tears pooling in her eyes but breathes deeply, pushing the pang of emotions down. Yeji’s eyes are sympathetic and she reaches out, touching Ryujin’s knee gently. Ryujin’s gaze snaps up from her lap to Yeji and feels the familiar tingles rush to her lower stomach.

“Ryu,” Yeji whispers. “Are you okay?” Her voice is full of care, and Ryujin wants nothing more than to kiss her right there, in the reading nook, the setting sun just barely slipping behind the ocean, and the feeling of Yeji’s lips on hers- But then she snaps out of her daydream, realizes that Yeji’s hand is still on her knee and that she still has a question to answer.

“I’m better than I have been in a while, but that isn’t that high of a bar. So I guess it just depends on your standards. In your eyes, no, I’m not fine, but thank you so much for asking. Dad doesn’t even care if I’m okay, he just cares that I pass my Areusor Econ class and that my coronation goes well.” She vents and lets her body flop down onto the pillows to her right, her feet falling over the edge of the nook. Ryujin stares up at the curved ceiling of the small alcove, the arc being painted by the stained glass rim of the window. She closes her eyes and sighs again, then hears Yeji close the gate to the nook’s railing and lay down next to her.

“Ryujin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for telling me.” And with that, Yeji nuzzles her face into Ryujin’s shoulder and drapes her arm across Ryujin’s waist, causing Ryujin’s thoughts to go running, hoping to not show her inner panic about her best friend cuddling with her.

“Of course, Yeji.”

~~time jump~~

Ryujin opens her eyes to find Yeji gone, and her right side feels cold without her. “Yeji?” she calls into the open, not expecting a response.

“At the bottom of the ladder. I’ll be up in a second, hang on,” Yeji’s voice says, distant yet close. “Actually, can you let the pulley system down? I have breakfast.”

“Uh, yeah, give me a minute,” Ryujin says, running her mind over the events of the previous night. She crawls over to the railing and pushes the tray over, then gently lowers it and pulls it back up when Yeji loads the pulley with two breakfast trays from the kitchen. Yeji climbs the ladder and smiles when she plops down next to Ryujin, who carefully unloads breakfast and hands Yeji her food.

“How did you sleep?” Yeji asks as she pops off the cover of her breakfast container, then inspects the contents.

“Like a baby, actually,” Ryujin responds, doing the same. “I really needed it.”

“Well, yeah, you’ve been getting about .2 hours of sleep every night for the past what, three, four days? I wouldn’t be shocked if you got the best sleep of your life last night. I did get you your favorite Monster, though, I know you like them.” Ryujin blushes at the cute gesture as she picks up the can and sets it on the small bookshelf so it doesn’t fall over, beginning to eat her own breakfast.

“Yeah, I did. And thank you. For breakfast, the Monster and for basically forcing me to get a good amount of sleep last night. I feel a lot better.”

Yeji swallows her bite of biscuit, then smiles. “Of course. You’re my best friend; I care about you.” Ouch. Yeji’s use of “best friend” stings, but Ryujin gets it. She almost certainly knows that in a mass majority homophobic kingdom, there’s no way the best friend of the falsely homophobic crown princess, of all people, would just be a little bit fruity. “But, hey,” she nudges Ryujin’s hand gently, urging her to eat what’s in front of her, “eat your breakfast. Your coronation is in two days. I can’t have my best friend pass out in front of the entire kingdom right as the crown is about to be put on her head and she’s about to undergo her metamorphosis.”

Ah, yes, the next part that would come with coronation. The king had done his best to get Ryujin’s metamorphosis postponed until the week after her coronation, when he still had the slightest bit of power and could still keep the kingdom running for his final week of control while Ryujin was in her cocoon. But no, the palace mages said that it had to be the day after her coronation; that was just how it all worked out. Yeji would undergo her metamorphosis in the weeks following Ryujin’s recovery, Yeji’s process taking longer simply because of genetics. Those would be a few rough weeks. Although Ryujin’s metamorphosis was only supposed to take four or five days, (she’d been lucky- most people’s took a week or two, some taking up to three, maybe even a month,) it would be brief turmoil for the kingdom. “I’m not ready for my metamorphosis.”

“Hey, you’ll do great. You’ll go into the trance as soon as you step into the Chrysalis, and, a few days later, you’ll come out of the trance and bada bing bada boom, you’ll have your wings!”

“No, I know, I’m just… There’s some things that I don’t want to give up and honestly, not having wings is one of those. I like not being able to fly. Having my wingbuds grow out just seems like too much.” Ryujin pokes anxiously at her biscuit, but begins to eat when her stomach grumbles loudly, making Yeji giggle.

“I get that. I kind of like life without my wings, just having my little wingbuds. But at the same time, I’m excited to get my wings, because I’ll be able to do so many more things! Visit the upper levels of the castle without having to take fifty staircases, travel down to the lower tiers of the city without walking or tethering…” Her voice trails off as she takes a sip out of her juice bottle, a small amount of the deep red mallin juice staining her lips. Ryujin can’t help but dream about kissing the sweet juice off of Yeji’s lips before her tongue darts out, effectively stealing any hopes Ryujin had of taking the opportunity from her. “Oi, you’re zoning out again. What’s up?”

“The usual, I promise. I’m just nervous.”

“When was the last time you took your meds?”

“Yesterday.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah.” Yeji eyes Ryujin suspiciously before raising her carton of juice to her lips again, setting it down on top of the bookshelf next to Ryujin’s now opened Monster. “There’s two types of people,” the princess says, giggling, motioning to the bookshelf.

Yeji laughs.

Butterflies explode in Ryujin’s chest.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Ryujin feels nervousness twinkling in her stomach and Yeji looks up from her phone, turning it off.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

The words are on the tip of Ryujin’s tongue before she speaks up. “Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

“No, tell me. I’m here for a reason,” Yeji urges.

“Are you sure?”

“Always.”

Before Ryujin can stop herself, she’s blurting the words she’s wanted to say for years out. “Can I kiss you?” Yeji’s clearly caught off guard and Ryujin’s stomach drops. She made the wrong choice and there’s no going back. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Are you serious?” Yeji’s expression is nearly impossible to read, and Ryujin fears for the worst.

Attempting to backpedal, Ryujin’s mind races for an excuse. “Oh, no, it was for a TikTok,” she says, her ears, cheeks and nose flushing a bright cherry red.

“Oh.” She sounds disappointed, almost. “Okay.” There’s a thought she wants to say, but she looks up when she hears Ryujin’s voice again.

“What?”

“Oh, I just said okay. Because you said it was for a TikTok-”

“No, you said something after that.” Fuck.

“I did?”

“Yeah, it sounded like-” Ryujin bites her tongue before realizing how stupid she would sound if she said what she’d heard. “Nevermind. Thank you for breakfast.”

“I said I would’ve said yes if you were serious.” Yeji’s sudden comment catches Ryujin off guard, and she looks up, her eyes wide.

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah. I didn’t cuddle with you last night for no reason, I’ve had the hugest crush on you for well over a year. And now that I’m saying it, I realize how hilariously stupid that sounds-” She’s cut off when Ryujin presses their lips together, something she’s been wanting to do for God knows how long. “Thank God you weren’t making a TikTok.” She and Ryujin laugh together, and, for the first time in well over three months, Ryujin feels like nothing in the world is wrong.

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