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The JJK men want YOU to wear their jersey
Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, college au, sports au, mostly fluff and/or crack, suggestive only on Tojiâs (nasty bitch), itafushi makes an appearance
An: This has been heavy on my brain recently đââïž Also, I donât know if this concept is only in like my area, but basically, the concept is that on game days, a common thing for highschool/college players to do is to wear their jersey to class, and their sweetheart wears their home/away jersey. itâs just a cute thing to show support. Another thing, I know Kamo is not Chosoâs last name, and I know Sukuna is not Sukunaâs last name. Sukuna might not even be Sukunaâs name at all. idk and idc. this is a no curse au anyways so who cares! let me know if i should do more sports au :)
Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna
SATORU
Girls will literally hunt Satoru down to get his jersey from him, and if you were the lucky girl who got to wear the jersey of the star quarterback⊠you either became instantly popular, or every girl in the university wanted to kill you.
âIâm sorry, ladies. I already have someone in mind.â Satoru flashed a grin towards the crowd of girls surrounding his seat. Disappointed sighs and whines emitted from the group as they slowly dissipated from his desk.
Satoru couldnât care less. They could be mad at him if they wanted to. They were no where near as special as the girl he had his eyes set on.
Class had yet to start, and Satoru was growing tired of just staring at the back of your head. He finally got up, and he slumped down in the chair next to you.
âIs this seat taken?â He asked with a bright smile. He hadnât interacted with you much, but he always had his eye on you. You were the one of the few girls who didnât dumb down their intelligence for him to make themselves more appealing.
âItâs not.â You replied shortly. You werenât rude, just incredibly matter-of-fact.
âWanna make a bet with me?â Satoru asked as he tried to catch your eyes from your book. He was really pining for your attention, and you wouldnât pass him a second glance.
âNot really.â You replied, not looking up from your book.
âI bet the professor will be twenty minutes late.â Satoru went on anyways, not taking your rejection to heart.
âHmm. Doubtful. Heâs normally prompt.â You say finally looking up at Satoru, which causes him to flash an easy smile. Heâs happy to have your attention â now he wants to keep it.
âIf he isnât here within the next twenty minutes, you have to wear my jersey today and every game day for the rest of the season. If he makes it here before twenty minutes is up, Iâll buy you as many books as you can carry.â Satoru proposes as he taps on your book with a cheeky grin.
You think for a moment⊠all the books you can carry?? âDeal.â You say with a smile, offering your hand to him to shake on it â thinking you just easily won yourself a free shopping spree. Satoru takes your hand, and he gently shakes it before bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
Heâs already won.
Satoru knows that youâll be wearing his jersey today, and youâll wear his colors for the rest of the season. Heâll make more bets⊠win you over slowly with false bets. Oh, heâll buy you all those books you want too just because he can.
Heâs already set Geto in motion to go run into your professor with large cups of coffees in his hand. Your professor ended up cancelling class after being 25 minutes late.
When the group of girls sees you with âGOJOâ written on the back of your jersey, their faces contort in utter disdain, but Satoru looks at it with a shit-eating grin on his face. He won.
SUGURU
Suguru really didnât get the thing about giving a girl his jersey on game days. Basketball season is pretty ruthless. While football teams only have 12 games in a season, basketball teams play over 30. Thatâs 30 days in one season that heâd have to find a girl that he gave enough of a shit about to give his jersey to? No thanks.
Of course, if he had a girlfriend it wouldnât be too big of a deal, but the whole attitude around giving a girl your jersey was just something Suguru didnât subscribe to.
Well, he didnât think he subscribed to it until he saw one of his teammates offering you their jersey.
Maybe on a more psychological level, this was territory marking, and Suguru would be damned if he sat back and let another man mark you as their territory.
Even though heâs not proud of it, Suguru immediately marched straight up to you and his teammate with his away jersey thrown over his shoulder. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, and he gave his teammate a piercing look with his violet eyes. His lips curled into an easy smirk.
âSorry man, sheâs already agreed to wear my jersey today, isnât that right angel?â He asked in such a condescending tone, and his fingertips dig into your skin with just enough pressure to make your face flush.
Luckily for Suguru, you were into it â and not his teammate. âYeah, sorry. I almost forgot.â You agree, giving his teammate an empathetic smile.
So no, Suguru doesnât get the idea of giving his jersey to a girl on game days, but he does get the idea of giving you his jersey. He loves how he towers behind you in the halls, seeing the name âGETOâ written on your back with his number. He loves remembering the way you easily went along with his plan. You just fit him.
NANAMI
Nanami doesnât need antics to get you to wear his baseball jersey.
Plenty of girls pine for Kento. Who wouldnât? He was the leading star of the baseball team⊠whoâs ass just so happened to look so good in those white tight-fitting pants.
Your college certainly played into it, giving Nanami the big screen when he takes off his helmet and shakes out his messy blonde hair that a bit damp from sweat. His cheeks are smeared with his eye black smeared on his cheeks (the charcoal black lines that athletes sometimes have).
They knew what they were doing when the yearbook crew took professional level pictures of Nanami looking absolutely jaw-dropping while delivering the nastiest pitch.
He was like eye candy that enticed a bunch of girls to buy tickets to the baseball games, and dammit, it worked.
Despite his celebrity status at the school, Kento didnât act above anyone else. He didnât flaunt money or act posh and sophisticated like a lot of the wannabes did at your university.
He was down to earth, smart, caring, and humorous to the right group of people (the dry humor enjoyers). Kento was the type of man to be able to reject someone without them even feeling rejected, which he did a lot when girls would ask for his jersey.
You often came to baseball games to watch (to watch nanami lets bffr), but you werenât bold enough to ask Kento for his jersey on game days. You had witness girls before you, pilgriming the way to Nanami before they turn back empty handed. You couldnât risk the heartache.
It wasnât until one day after class you and Kento were the only two still packing up after a lecture, he casually strolled to your desk. âWill you be at the game tonight?â He asked with a genuine air of curiosity to him. This wasnât awkward forced conversation because you two were the only two people in a room together.
You hadnât even known that Nanami noticed you, much less noticed your attendance at games. You could feel your heart start to thud obscenely loud in your chest as you came to terms that youâre not invisible in Kentoâs life.
âYeah, I think Iâll show upâŠâ You try your hardest to sound casual, but you just sound terribly nervous.
âIâll look forward to seeing you.â He said politely before he reached into his bag and pulled out his spare jersey. âHopefully wearing this..?â
Your eyes widen as you realize he was offering his jersey to you. âThat- are you sure? Me?â
âYes, Iâm sure.â He gives an honest laugh. His multimillion dollar smile makes you swoon, and he hands his jersey out again. âYou should put it on now. Thatâs the tradition, right?â
You slowly slip the jersey on over your long-sleeved white top, and it definitely hangs loosely on you, but with a few tucks and adjustments, it finally sits on your body appropriately.
âIt looks good on you. Iâll see you tonight.â Kento smiles before leaving the classroom.
You had never gotten more shocked stares than when girls saw you with âNANAMIâ printed across your back.
CHOSO
âHey Yuji, why does Megumi wear your jersey on game days?â Choso asked his teammate as he sat down on the bench in the locker room.
He had seen quite a few people - guys and girls who werenât on the basketball team wearing the jerseys of his teammates, but he didnât understand it. He figured heâd ask the one teammate who he considered to be more of a brother to explain.
âBecause I make him.â Yuji laughed as he dried his pink hair off from the shower. It was a pretty brutal practice, even Chosoâs raven hair was down, messy from sweat.
Choso furrowed his eyebrows. âWhy would you do that-? I thought you liked him.â
Yuji laughed even harder as Choso clearly didnât understand the dynamic he had with Megumi. He also clearly didnât understand the concept behind giving someone his jersey.
âI do like him, so I like seeing him wearing my jersey on game days. I think he looks good in it too, even if he pretends to hate it. I know he likes showing his support.â Yuji explained, but he went on, âPeople give their jerseys to someone they like. Itâs like a courting gift, and it lets everyone know your intentions with that person.â
Choso nodded as he began to understand. He should give his jersey to someone he liked - to someone he wanted to court, and his intentions would be made known.
Thatâs how shy, timid Choso ended up at your dorm door late one evening. After much encouragement and convincing from Yuji, he finally gave your door a soft knock, and Yuji ran around the corner to hide.
When you opened the door, looking at Choso with those big pretty eyes, he completely clammed up and forgot the mental script he had prepared about how he really liked you, and itâd mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.
Instead, âI want my intentions known.â He nearly shouted as he gestured his jersey to you.
Yuji facepalmed around the corner.
You blinked a few times, looking down at the jersey then back up to him. He was lucky that youâre very good at filling in the blanks. âYou want me to wear your jersey, Cho?â You asked with a small laugh before taking the jersey from his hands.
His cheeks were flushed, and he gave you an awkward smile before nodding his head vigorously. âAnd uh.. I want to court you.â He finally added all in one breath.
To Chosoâs delight, you agreed, and now, he finally understands the real reasoning behind giving his jersey to someone he likes because seeing âKAMOâ on your back makes him feel all dizzy with love and adoration.
TOJI
It started off as a small prank amongst girls. A prank that really pissed Toji off. A group of girls decided it would be cute to steal Tojiâs spare hockey jersey and wear it without his knowledge.
When Toji saw one of the girls wearing his stolen jersey with his appalling last name printed on the back, he was livid.
Needless to say, he got his jersey back, and the girl couldnât even look him in the eye after that whole experience.
He hated his jersey. He hated how his last name was on the back, and he hated how anyone else would want to wear it.
He couldnât just get rid of his spare jersey. Then, heâd owe the school even more than what he already owes them. He couldnât trust to keep it in his dorm because he didnât put it past those bitches to try to sneak into his dorm to get their filthy hands on it. That was when he had a genius idea.
âWear my jersey.â His gruff voice demanded as he dropped the fabric on the table in front of you, his too responsible friend.
âNo, it probably stinks.â You pushed the jersey aside, trying to focus on the homework in front of you.
âNah. It smells like the last bitch who stole it.â He remarked as he plopped down in a chair in front of your desk.
âEven worse.â You respond back unamused, still not giving Toji the time of day.
âDo you remember who hunted down the fuck who stole your headphones?â
You sighed, finally looking up at Toji to show that you were paying attention. âWhy do you think me wearing your jersey will deter them?â
âMaybe theyâll think youâre my girl and piss off for a while. I donât know, but if I see another preppy bitch wearing it without my knowledge, Iâm going to burn it.â Tojiâs voice sounded stressed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
âAnd you donât mind them thinking that?â You inquire, raising your eyebrow.
âDoll, you know Iâve spent the last three years trying to get you to hop on my-â
âEughhh, give it.â You interrupt Toji before he can go into any further detail, snatching his jersey up and putting it on over your clothes. âThere. Happy?â
Toji didnât expect to have such a reaction to seeing you in his jersey. He knew he was serious about liking you, no matter how much you liked to believe that he didnât actually like you, but seeing you in his jersey â the way it swallowed you whole. He figured heâd still hate seeing his last name on you, but there was something satiating those deep primal urges when he caught a glimpse of âZENINâ across your back.
SUKUNA
Sukuna is much comparable to a dragon. He sees something pretty and shiny (you): he wants it all for himself. He wants to hoard treasure (you) to keep, and he definitely does not like the idea of anyone else looking or touching his treasure.
So, how does he keep wandering eyes off his treasure? He cloaks her in his favor, making her brandish his last name on her back along with his number. Yes, Sukuna demanded for you to wear his football jersey.
There was just enough satisfaction of seeing you walk around campus with âSUKUNAâ written on your back that kept him from trying to hoard you in his room.
Oh, heâs also like a dragon in the sense that heâs absolutely devastating out on the field.
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Here's every version of the letter the Inquisitor gets from their LI plus Varric (which didn't make me cry at all)
If your Inky didn't romance anyone:
Inquisitor, Greetings from miserable, rainy Minrathous! (Don't tell Dorian I called it that.) The rotten weather here is making me nostalgic for Skyhold. The mountains were freezing, but at least the air didn't smell like wet garbage. We'll have to get in another game of Wicked Grace, soon. Harding picked up the trail again. I'd tell you not to worry, but I know how useless that is. Instead, I'll just say: I've got a great team on this. Neve could stare down the Maker, and wait until you meet Rook. He's/She's/They're a natural: Smart, resourceful, completely unpredictable. You'd like him/her/them, as long as you don't try to beat him/her/them at cards. Chuckles'll never know what hit him. I'll write again once we have something solid for you. Drinks at the Hanged Man are on me when this is over. Take care of yourself. Varric
Blackwall:
My love, You have summoned me to Minrathous, and I will answer your call, as soon as responsibilities here in the South allow. I have missed being by your side. Will these troubles be the last we face? The world seems always to conspire, through duty or disaster, to pull you away from me. I do not resent it. You are dedicated to purposes far larger and more significant than myself. I hope you do not think me a fool for hoping that one day, your only concern will be the color you wish our walls to be painted, or the flowers we will plant beside our gate. I'm partial to carnations. Yours always, Thom
Cassandra:
My love, We are no strangers to duty, or the separation it demands of us. You head for Tevinter, and though I want to go with you, there is work we both must do. I will not falter in the tasks that wait before me and I pray my actions, in whatever measure they can, will keep you safe. The others see only confidence in my resolve, but you have always known more than mere appearance. I confess to you, and you alone, that I am afraid. I'm afraid of what may happen, that Thedas will face such turmoil as it did before. I know not what awaits us. Yet even in the face of uncertainty, there are two things I cannot doubt and never will. The first is that our paths are never separated long. That I will find you at my side when I need you, as you will find me at yours. I will play my part in this and follow as soon as I can. The second thing I never doubt is you. Whatever lies before you, trust yourself. Trust your heart as I trust it. It will not lead you astray. Yours, Cassandra
Cullen:
The top of the letter has been punctured by small, sharp teeth, leaving most of a beloved name and a few sentences chewed to read. I fear the puppy started on this letter shortly after I did. I'd start over, but I must send this tonight if it's to reach you. Matters are settled here and I make for Tevinter as soon as possible. I almost believed chaos might spare us this time. I can't say I wished to see Minrathous before now, but I am eager to see you. I long to see your face and know that you are all right. You are I've There's I wish I was better at putting into writing all that's in my mind. For now, simply know that I love you. It is the most cherished constant of my life. The days ahead will not be easy. I know there's much you carry, more than many realize. But whatever you must face, you will not meet it alone. You have my sword, my counsel, my - I could write this list forever when all I mean to say is this - Whatever you need of me, I am yours. Cullen
Dorian:
Amatus, I'm writing. Again. Yes, the sending crystals still work and yes, you'll be in Minrathous in a few short weeks. But a letter, written in blind longing, is real. It can be touched, and it can be held, when ink and paper must substitute for your skin on mine and my breath in your ear. I used to scoff at frequent declarations of affection. Trite, I thought. Save them for rare and precious moments. But time and love are no longer things I care to squander, especially not as we race again toward calamity. And so, in each of these fleeting, ephemeral seconds, I will tell you that I love you. Whether penned or spoken, or conveyed by glance or action, I love you. In this moment, and in all the moments to come, for as long as they do, I love you. I will find you soon. Yours, Dorian
Iron Bull
Hey, Kadan, Not the first time we've marched toward different battles. I know you're keeping the crap from catching fire up in Tevinter. Wish I could be there, but I'll make sure there's a world for you to come back to when you're done dealing with crazy vints and stupid Antaam and whatever other crap Solas kicked up. (Shit, the Antaam. Remember when I was worried what would happen if I went tal-vashoth? That right there!) I know you're gonna be careful, and you've got Morrigan there. Just take care of yourself. If anything happens to you, I'm going to have to take Krem and the Chargers and stomp across all of Tevinter to come get you. It'll be a whole thing, and you know it'll upset Dorian. Being apart from you made me realize something else. I spent so long being whatever the Ben-Hassrath wanted me to be. An investigator. An agent. A mercenary sending reports. These past years, since the Inquisition ended, I've been able to just be what I want to be. And what I really want to be is yours. I like the person I am when I'm with you. So come back safe. Love, The signature appears to be a stylized rendering of the Iron Bull's head.
Josephine:
My Dearest Lord/Lady, I have spoken to friends in Minrathous. They offer us their hospitality, not to mention shelter from the worst intrigues of the Archon's Palace. While you're well acquainted with the roving eyes of grand courts, please take care. Tevinter's regard can be the oldest and cruelest of them all. The family writes the weather back home is beautiful. I do miss our quiet times together. There is a question I've wanted to ask you for so long. I would like to pretend I have been busy, or it was not the proper time. But, if I am being honest, I only waited because I have been afraid of choosing a poor moment. Please, let me make a promise to you here. When we return to Antiva, I will ask you, on the steps of the estate, if you will do me a great honor. And I dream you will say yes. Always yours, Josephine Postscript: I cannot believe it nearly slipped my mind. Yvette and Lord Otranto send their best wishes, and hope to see us back home in time to welcome their third child.
Sera:
(An artistically doodled journal page presumably from the Inquisitor's partner, Sera.) Keep this as close as I need you. (A drawing of a pile of flowers, with lines like it's moving, an arrow pointing to it labeled "us.") - North again, Mini-wrathus still stuck up its own pucker. - Magiturds are scared of us. They don't even know. - We work with Maevaris, right? She's wow. - So many Friends! Jennies in all the walls! - We kill him this time. He took from us twice! (A drawing of a cracked egg scribbled out, with "can't even joke" in letters that tore the page.) - Still thinking of you sideways. - Never mind the Dalish, here's the Veil Jumpers! Tempest-kin! (A drawing of a tall, shorthaired elf (Sera?) and Irelin brandishing two fingers, backflipping as a tree explodes in runes.) - The memory thing makes my head spin. If that Rook doesn't take it, throw it out. - Tell Morrigan ppbbth! for me. - I'll also tell her ppbbth! She knows why. - Tell them to Stripe. Him. Up. I wanted more books. (More heavy scribbles that tear.) - You meet; I'll keep you safe. Then I'm your time off, and you're my time on. (The last section has different colored inks, like Sera has returned to it several times.) New naked names: -Sweet-tits (scribbled out) -Bestest (scribbled out) -Loverly (scribbled out) -Lovey (scribbled out) -My-for-always-and-ever - name's not too long, time's too short. -But "Sweet-tits," though (scribbled out)
Solas:
Vhenan, I do not know if you will see these words. My ritual is ready and will soon be set in motion. Perhaps when you read this the world will be as it once was, and you will see why all I did was necessary. I cannot ask your forgiveness, but I hope you come to understand. That night in Crestwood, when I shared the truth about your vallaslin... you do not know how close I came to breaking. I could have shared the truth, or even put my plans aside and simply stayed with you as Solas... as I wanted. I regret the pain I caused you. What I feel for you will never change. The note is unsigned, but the handwriting is Solas'.
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FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Part 1
pairing: you x drew starkey
The sound of Drewâs laugh filled the cozy apartment as you scrolled through your phone, settling deeper into the plush couch. It was a laugh youâd heard a thousand times â warm, genuine and utterly infectious. You glanced up to see him standing in the kitchen, stirring pasta sauce in a hoodie that heâd stolen from your side of the closet weeks ago. The sigh made your heart swell.
âHowâs it going?â you asked, setting your phone aside.
âAlmost done,â Drew said, flashing you a grin over his shoulder. âHope youâre ready to be impressed by my gourmet skills.â
You chuckled, pulling your knees to your chest. âIf itâs anything like last time, I should probably have the takeout app ready.â
Drew pretended to be offended, clutching his chest dramatically. âThat was one time! And in my defense, the oven was possessed.â
Moments like this had become your favorite part of life with Drew â quiet, intimate evenings that felt words away from the chaos of Hollywood. For all the glitz and glam of his career, Drew was just Drew with you.
As you watched him carefully plate the pasta, you couldnât help but feel proud of everything heâd accomplished. His latest role in the Hellraiser reboot was shaping up to be a major career move. And while you knew the spotlights came with challenges, youâd always been his biggest cheerleader.
Later that night, as the two of you lounged on the couch, Drewâs phone buzzed on the coffee table. He glanced at the screen, then sighed.
âItâs my manager,â he said, sitting up. âGive me a sec?â
âOf course,â you said, reaching for the remote to find something to watch.
Drew stepped into the next room, his voice low but audible enough for snippets to carry over.
ââŠ. Press toursâŠ. Odessa âŠ. Chemistry angle?â
You tried to focus on the TV, but your curiosity got the better of you. Odessa AâZion â Drewâs new co-star. Youâd seen her name pop up recently in articles about the movie, paired with glowing reviews of her talent and personality. She seemed nice enough in interviews â bold and charming in a way that made you feel a little plain by comparison.
âEverything okay?â you asked, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
âYeah,â he said, but his tone wasnât convincing. âJust.. movie stuff. Our team thinks Odessa and I need to lean into the whole co-star chemistry thing for the press.â
âChemistry thing?â you echoed, your brow furrowing.
âItâs all PR,â Drew said quickly, his hands finding yours. âTheyâre talking about a few staged photo ops, maybe some friendly banter during interviews. You know how it goes.â
You nodded slowly, even as an uneasy feeling settled in your chest. You did know how it went â Hollywood loved its narratives, and the lines between fiction and reality often blurred.
âItâs nothing to worry about,â Drew added, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. âYouâre the one I love, Y/N. Not Odessa. Never Odessa.â
You smiled softly, but the words didnât erase the knot in your stomach.
The first set of paparazzi photos hit the internet like a wildfire: Drew and Odessa at a café, leaning across the table as if sharing a secret. Her laugh was captured mid-burst, her hand grazing his arm.
The headlines were just as dramatic as youâd feared: Drew Starkey and Odessa A âZionâs Off-Screen Chemistry is Off the Charts!
You scrolled through the photos on your phone, bile rising in your throat. They were clearly staged, every angle too perfect to be a coincidence. But that didnât make it easier to stomach.
The worst part was the comments. Fans fawned over the ânew power coupleâ, dissecting every detail of their interactions. People who had once rooted for you and Drew now seemed eager to erase you from the narrative entirely.
When Drew came home that night, you tried to play it cool, but your unease mustâve shown.
âHeyâ he said, dropping his bag by the door and crossing the room to kiss your forehead. âYou okay?â
âMmm, fineâ you said, forcing a smile.
Drew studied you for a moment before glancing at your phone. His face fell as he recognized the photos.
âY/N, I ââ
âItâs okay,â you interrupted, setting the phone aside. âI know itâs just PR. Itâs your job.â
Drew sat beside you, his hands wrapping around yours. âIt doesnât mean anything,â he said firmly. âYouâre the one I come home to. Youâre the one I love.â
You wanted to believe him. But as Drew kissed your temple and pulled you into his arms, the unease lingered, whispering doubts you werenât ready to face.
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book 7 part 11 thoughts! (nov 22nd update)
***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 11 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** This spans part 192 to part 211, covering Jack and Ruggieâs dreams.
Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.
Please also note: The part 11 update is split into TWO parts. There will be a separate post made on the 29th when the second part (centering on Leona) is released.
xbsbdkshwkw AZUL FAINTED WITH HIS EYES OPEN FROM THE FALL⊠This guy keeps taking the Ls early on in this update cuz he also got reminded that Idia recorded him in his own dream shouting âKRACKEN SHOTâ which is very embarrassing.
Silver and Azul are able to change into their school uniforms without Idiaâs incantation. Apparently Silver mastered the magic of changing clothes because he was so often oversleeping for class and had to prepare quickly for them. This shocks Sebek, who has yet to master this kind of magic. (Maybe itâs also a consequence of him being a first year?? đ)
They briefly discuss how Silver looks like a prince when heâs riding his horse; Azul saw him in a Magicam cut of the Equestrian Club. Previously, we knew from Riddleâs Ceremonial Robes vignettes that the brown horse he rides is named Vorpal. Here we get confirmation of Silver and Sebekâs horsesâSamson (a white horse, sharing the same name as Prince Phillipâs steed) and Tempest, respectively.
They have landed in front of the gates of NRC and run into Jack there. He seems to be rushing to the colosseumâŠ? Letâs follow him!!
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JACK HOWL YOuâRE oN MY ShiT LiST OTL YOU KNOW Ehat tHIS GUY DREAmed ABOUT???????!!!?!?!!?! Itâs the year after their instaloss to Diasomnia in the interdorm tournament (donât ask me why Malleus and Leona arenât off at their internships at this point, dream logic I guess???). Dream!Leona has gathered all odds Savanaclaw in the colosseum to train so this year they can take Malleus and beat Diasomnia head-on, no tricks. HE EVEN GiVES A N OPTIMISTIC SpEECH AbOUT THE POWEr oF TEAMWORK TO RALLY EVERYONE⊠and declares heâll be the next âkingâ đ Such overwhelming confidence⊠JSCK DRWAMED Of a DORM LEADER thAt PLAys BY THE RULES AnD IS đŻ ConFidENT IN THEMEKvESâŠ
Grim is so grossed out seeing this version of Leona that he wants to wake Jack up right the fuck now đ
AzUL YOU ASSHoLE???? He acts all fake surprised about âthe incidentâ that happened at the intetdorm tournament and like bro had no part in instigating that stampede.
They start to formulate a plan to wake Jack up, but are worried about dream!Leona since Leona irl is a very strong mage, the darkness posing as Leona could be even stronger than usual. But at the same time we canât risk casting a spell thatâs too strong ourselves or it might call Malleusâs attention. They suggest to use Azul as a clincher since he would theoretically have access to all the magic he stole irl in the dream. Surely one of those could help?
Jack scores against the defense, Ruggie. While the Savanaclaw students are going over his play, Yuu and friends stroll up (including Idia vis a full body projection). Grim tells Savanaclaw theyâre Team Ramshackle here to play them!
Ruggie says thereâs no point; their team is made up of weaklings! But then Azul gives his OWN speech about how Octavinelle and Ignihyde are always dead last in magift tournaments and this time they really trained hard because they wanna be better đ„ș and besides, isnâg magift a game of wits and not brute magic/physical strength??? This catches the attention of dream!Leona who agrees to the play. He considers fellow dorm leaders worthy opponents, and also had a bone yo pick with Sebek and Silver. (Also??? Sounds like Ignihyde got their asses beat by the Pomefiore team in this yearâs interdorm tournament.)
HEKP THIS mAn HEâS SuFFERINNNNG đ Azul is really out of it so he calls for a time out. Idia takes this opportunity to make fun of him again for being tired now when he was the captain of Golden Trident in his own dream. At least Sebek is nice and offers Azul some water.
Sebek messes up and the frisbee goes out of bounds?? WYat THE FuVk dream!Leona goes over and helps Sebek up after heâs fallen⊠âOh, so Jack has made a senpai he can truly respect.â âOh, the REAL Leona wouldnât do something so noble like that.â GROSS GROSS GROSS GET IT OUTTA HERE đ€ą
Oooh, interesting?? Ortho reasons that when youâre excited, youâre more likely to be influenced by emotions when making decisions; theyâll take advantage of the exercise high everyone on to break through to Jack. He and Jack end up flying out to space as theyâre squaring off in magift; when Jack realizes how far he has flown up, heâs shocked. Donât they need oxygen to breathe here?! Itâs here that Ortho reveals this is all a dream to him.
Jack is so shocked by the news that he wakesâand then falls out of the sky?! Silver immediately runs to protect everyone. Idia uses the Dream Form Change to forcibly swap Ortho to his Cerberus Gear and Jack to his Dorm Uniform, which help to cushion the blow of their crash landing. Then dream!Leona comes over to check on Jack and decides to bench him.
The darkness tries to deceive Jack, but he actually punches back and refuses to be tricked. bcdbbsksks He cries a little and goes on about how he was so inspired by watching Leona play on TV heâd watch it over and over⊠only to be disappointed by reality. Jack goes a little overboard though, he starts attacking US too, thinking weâre fakes as well.
Jack quickly comes to see reason and stops trying to deck us. Sebek still seems salty at Savanaclaw for what they tried to pull in book 2 and again reminds Jack of those injustices, saying he wonât forgive them. To his surprise, Jack admits wrongdoing and says itâs only natural some people would still hold grudges and choose to not forgive them. Sebek is so shocked by the fact that honest people like Jack exist in Savanaclaw. Aw⊠babyâs having his prejudice challengedâŠ
Mentioning this for the Jack lovers: Jack pets Grim on the head and praises him!
LMAo????? Jack grabs Silverâs arm to travel with them and is shocked by how it looks slender but actually you can tell he has trained a ton by feeling it!
They land in Sunrise City in Sunset Savanna. Everyone tells Jack about Dream Form Change, which he says is a spell that looks like itâs from an anime his kid sister watched before. Jack has a had time saying the spell because he finds it embarrassing, but heâs eventually goaded into it (especially by Sebek, who tells him to chat it with his whole damn chest).
Beastman lore!! Apparently beastmen are considered a genus and all beastmen come from Sunset Savanna; over time, they migrated to other parts of the world, especially to some colder locations northward. Jackâs family is included in this, as well as Sebekâs. His grandfather apparently used to live in the wetlands of Sunset Savanna. I guess it just goes to show that no matter how different their individual practices and beliefs⊠they have common roots.
While theyâre admiring the statue of the lion prince in the center of Sunrise City, they notice no hyenas are among the gathered animals. They suggest that maybe the statue was made before the King of Beasts united all animals; the hyenas used to live in their own place called the Land of Shadows.
They review some Sunset Savanna lore, including how difficult it is to unite beastmen of different kinds and how there's a pushback against development due to many beastmen wanting to respect nature. Sometimes the disputes can become violent, and it's all over the news. SHOCKINGLY, Idia has a moment of clarity and realizes that this must be why Leona chose the internship he did at a mining and energy company đ
Everyone begins to suspect the dream is Leonaâs but right then Ruggie rushes by them, declaring that heâs late for school. Jack is surprised that Ruggie is in glasses because in Savanavlaw he would brag about having good eyes.
Ruggie cuts through the market to get to school on time; he seems friendly with the folks and many of them offer him free food. Jack remarks that Ruggie is seen as a hero in his hometown, so maybe this explains the NPCsâ behavior. Apparently he is also an honors student in this world.
Anyway, Ruggie arrives at Ivory Cliff! It seems this school doesnât exist irl; itâs only in Ruggieâs dream. Most of it is beastment, and over half are hyenas.
Grim watches Ruggie and mobs A and B eating food and leaps in to get some!! (Azul apologizes and lies that Grim is his familiar, lol) Sebek chides Grim for doing this, but then his own stomach growls, giving his own hunger away. He of course denies his hungerâbut Ruggie says itâs okay and invites them all to eat!! The local children come to their campus just to have food too. Ivorycliff Academy was built in honor of the three hyenas who served the King of Beasts. They used to be do starved that they could cry, so the school is dedicated to feeding the hungry in the spirit of solidarity.
BRUH đ YOuâRE KIDDING ME⊠In his dream, Ruggieâs dad never left him⊠He came back for his son with a fortune he made from working. Ruggie also bought a new car for his granny and never has to be hungry again. Jack wonders if it is really right to take away happiness like that, but ultimately he decides he doesnât want to see his senpai living a false reality.
Ruggie shows them to a school donut stall with all-you-can-eat toppings. He dumps everything onto a single donut and calls it the "Ruggie Special". The owner drops the lore that in the universe of this dream, apparently LEONA built the school.
According to donut lady, Leona graduated last year and came back after graduating to strengthen his country. He has established several schools and even magift teams. Among young people in the Sunset Savanna, Leona is supposedly also more popular than the crown prince.
Ruggie runs off to class and we stay behind to eat. Donut lady turns to darkness and attacks us, so we beat it back.
Everyone thinks it will be hard to wake Ruggie since he has never met Leona in this reality and doesnât have any memories of NRC, his club activities, etc. There isnât much for him to emotionally react to.
WHAT THE HECK is this a Mufasa movie reference in Twst đ Ruggie and some mobs talk about a sequel (thatâs a live action prequel, I think??) about two characters who are enemies but were actually friends in their youth. Or maybe theyâre just talking about some other Lion King prequel Iâm not aware of???
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Azul tosses coins of different values which attracts Ruggieâs attention. He has the unique ability to tell the value of a coin just from the sound of it, a skill which Azul learned about from observing Ruggie when he worked part-time at the Mostro Lounge.
Anyway, Ruggie tells mobs A and B to go home without him so he can hunt the coins in peace.
Azul carelessly tosses 500 madol (~5 USD) into the fountain. Ruggie wants it so badly he dives in and starts digging around wildly in the water for the coin. AND AZUL JUST KINDA STANDS THER E TAUNTING HIM LIKE, "OoOOoOoOoh you want that coin so badly, Ruggie, your body moved on instinct BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF, BE GREEDY, GET THAT COIN" (NOT AN ACTUAL TRANSLATION, but in the spirit of what Azul actually says).
I assume this is what the Ivorycliff Uniform Ruggie groovy depicts... Bro's tripping and having a cosmic experience all because he spotted A COUPLE DOLLARS.
Nooot sure how to feel about this as a narrative device. On one hand, it's funny and definitely demonstrates Ruggie's shamelessness. On the other hand, I can see why some may see it as distasteful or humiliating because Ruggie is already so destitute irl and yet here they are using him scrounging around for a few dollars as comedic bit.
Mobs A and B return to check on him. Ruggie starts obsessing to them about how you can buy extra or fancy food like the shrimp gratin set for 500 madol!! Which confuses the mobs because all the food at Ivorycliff is free.
On instinct, Ruggie starts reciting what I assume is true of NRC: basic buffet foods are free, but extra foods are an extra cost⊠uniforms are free but if you ruin the first set then you need to pay for extra ones⊠etc. Ruggie points out that Ivorcliff uniforms are sucky anyway, with a light color like this, even a little bit of dirt stands out! Night Raven College uniforms are black, so itâs so convenient! Wooow, what a callback to book 2 đ Ruggie complained about the RSA uniforms being hard to clean back then tooâŠ
We beat the mobs up~
Ruggie falls ot his knees and has a good little cry đ but then he recovers and says heâd better be paid a good hourly wage for all this trouble cnbdjssbjsks He agrees to join us because âWell, I wake up Leona-san every day so this is literally no different than my usual routineâ though he also admits his success rate is like 60-70%.
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PAUSE TO STARE AT RUGGIE'S CRYING FACE BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL I FEEL LIKE I'M STARING AT A KICKED PUPPY
And soâŠ! Theyâre off!!
This update ends up Ruggieâs dream concluding. Next time (on the 29th), itâs time for us to wake up Leona!!
asdbkhlfbyofqeyg80eg8qegppf OKAY. I WAS NOT EXPECT THIS AMOUNT OF LEONA GLAZING IN THIS UPDATE đ€Ą Like, GOOD LORD was there a lot of it... I sort of expected it in Jack's dream since he idolizes Leona, but I was not expecting it to come up in Ruggie's dream too. Even though it doesn't seem like Ruggie has met Leona in the universe of his own dream... the dream world still created lore about how Leona successfully graduated and made the decision to come back and better his country, especially for the destitute hyenas like himself đđđ WHICH JUST GOES TO SHOW THAT EVERYONE IN LEONA'S DORM RESPECTS HIM AND BELIEVES HE CAN LEAD THEM TO A BRIGHTER FUTURE IN THIS ESSAY I WILL--
ASDBKLHABIYOFAYFQEIBAF STFU ME, THIS UPDATE ISN'T ABOUT HIM.. .. . . . ....... . . . ... . .. . . . . . . LET'S TALK ABOUT JACK AND RUGGIE.
I think this update was one of the funnier ones by far. I'm on Grim's side, it was very unnerving to see a helpful, reliable Leona that plays by the rules and is a good sportsman... but at the same time, it's only to be expected of Jack. Since book 2, he's made it clear he looks up to his dorm leader and wants to be able to put his faith in him. It was nice to see everyone acknowledge how a Leona that doesn't hold back is a genuine threat and how this is the version of him that Jack wants to see realized. It's cute how Jack has this pure want to play with Leona and wants to see him as an idealized leader... Definitely puppy-coded behavior.
Something else I really appreciated about Jack's dream is the logic that went into waking him up. It was really a tag-team effort by Azul and Ortho and, unlike previous updates, I felt like the previous OB boy's presence was a Nothing addition to the cast and didn't contribute much. But Azul uses his smooth talking to convince dream!Leona to play against them, and then Ortho isolates Jack to knock some sense into him. I liked that Ortho, the robot, used cold, hard facts to reason his way to a situation where Jack was more likely to react with strong emotionality. Azul becomes useful again in Ruggie's dream, where he single-handedly wakes the guy up with some spare change he had on hand www
The exchange between Sebek and Jack was great, but I wish it had been extended... It feels like they added it to help with Sebek's character arc of overcoming prejuidice about non-fae, which is fine! But I think it should have been carried over into Ruggie's dream (in that section where they talk about different beastmen in the savanna). Like... it would tie together so well if Sebek had a moment of just "............." in indicate that he's thinking about what was just said, about how different beastmen, despite their differences, all originated in the same place. It would show us that he's slowly realizing, little by little, to accept non-fae.
I think Jack attacking us was an interesting beat to include, especially with all the theories swirling about how the Savanaclaw update will be the one to shake up the formula. Perhaps this is a preview of what's to come in Leona's section??? It proves Ortho's point that you're more likely to think and act with your emotions leading you rather than logic if you're already hyped about something. (In Jack's case, he was still coming off the caution and the high of beating back dream!Ruggie and Leona.)
I felt very similar to Jack in Ruggie's dream, doubting whether or not it was morally right to rip someone away from their happiness--especially considering all that Ruggie has gone through. Little guy was so devastated to find out the truth too... When I think about it, he's gone through so much tragedy in his life. His mom's dead, his dad left him, he grew up destitute and having to scrape by, he had to get LITERAL GARBAGE (depicted in the manga adaptation) to survive some days. It's no wonder why the people in his hometown call him their hero, it's a miracle that he lived this long and managed to get into a prestigious school. I think Ruggie's dream also highlights that he's not JUST greedy because he's greedy. Ruggie clearly cares about other people living well too (something alluded to early in book 4), because why else would Ivorycliffs casually offer free food to everyone and anyone? Why else would he spend tons of cash to buy his grandma stuff? He's thankful for what he has and wants to give back to the community that supported him. The supportive community is also generally reflected in his dream, specifically the market he passes on his way to school.
Ultimately, I do think it's for the best that Ruggie was roused awake because um... HEY, THE WORLD IS GOING TO END. Coming to that conclusion also speaks a lot about Jack's character: above all, he values honesty, even if the truth hurts. Excellent carry-over from book 2 (where he was the whistleblower), honestly.
One thing I wished they had expanded on was the relation of hyenas to other beastmen. Itâs implied they are second class citizens, but itâs never clearly stated why that is other than âoh they live in a place that lions didnât ruleâ. I would have liked more historical context for that discrimination; it would have helped to flesh out the world.
Overall, liked this update a lore more than the previous ones. I donât know if I can still say this after the second part comes out (because Iâve usually had the most criticism for how the OB boysâ dreams ate handled), but so far Iâm surprised by Jack and Ruggie (in a good way). Fingers crossed for the 29! đ€
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#Leona Kingscholar#Yuu#Silver#Sebek Zigvolt#Azul Ashengrotto#Ruggie Bucchi#Savanaclaw#Grim#notes from the writing raven#book 7 part 11 spoilers#jp spoilers#Jack Howl#Ortho Shroud#Idia Shroud#Ignihyde
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ALWAYS SOME NEW SHIT, AINâT NEVER THE USUAL! I FUCK YOU SO GOOD TILL I HAVE YOU DELUSIONAL! - âĄ
â your roommates are gone, the apartment is yours, and you're laid up in bed with something dangerous. all you need is him, his hands, and a little time to make the most of it. â feat. satoru gojo
+18 MDI. WARNINGS. baddie!reader x college!gojo, excerpt from never lose my chapter 8, porn with plot, situationship, morning sex, that good 'ol sunday dick, protected sex, dirty talk, body worship, sub/dom undertones, trust & boundaries, slight cum play, squirting, riding, fingering, voice kink, gojo kink(?), edging & milking, overstimulation, gojoâs character may be questionable but his stroke game is A1. notes. word count 5.8K, apart of a larger body of work but can stand alone as a one-shot. you can read the full chapter here: A03 & master post. title: lick me - sexyy red ft. lil baby
You knew Satoru was bullshitting when he said heâd be on the phone for a few more minutes. Heâs been chatting away for an extra thirty, and youâve already gone through your entire Instagram feeds stories and now the Tiktok burnout is starting to set in.
Exhausted from doom scrolling, you chuck your phone somewhere across the bed to snuggle deeper into his embrace, resting your head against his chest. You donât have a single fucking clue whatâs being said anymore with his ear now pressed against the phone, but whatever it is definitely isn't related to earlierâs conversation. You think you catch mention of the schoolâs football team and the names of people you donât recognize, but at this point, youâre too out of the loop to care. Heâs lucky you actually like being around him, because had this been anyone else youâd probably kick them out telling them to go the fuck home.
Whatâs even more surprising is that despite being bored out of your mind, chilling with him in bed while he talks on the phone is strangely confronting. Youâve had your share of intimate moments at your young age, but youâve never simply laid up like this with a guy before. Itâs domestic as hellâ whatever the girls online call itâ but youâre not pushing it away.Â
Resting your head on his chest as he rubs your shoulder, you let the rhythm of his voice wrap around you like a warm blanket. Thereâs this cool boyish charm that comes through as he talksâ a side of him youâve caught glimpses of only a few times when heâs speaking to his friends. Heâs more commanding and animated, yet somehow still a relaxed version of himself all together, nearly a polar opposite of how he is with you.
And you know what? Thatâs exactly how it should be, youâre not the one to be treated like a homie. And even though his friends do annoy the hell out of you when theyâre together, seeing him be himself with them is undeniably attractive and lowkey turning you on.Â
Shifting over onto your stomach, you tuck an arm behind his neck, hooking a leg around his waist, letting your free hand slowly trail down his body feeling him up. Stopping to rest your hand on the inside of his thigh, you look up, waiting for a reaction.Â
When you donât get oneâ heâs still chatting awayâ you decide to take it a step further, slowly creeping your hand up to cup his balls, palming his bulge.Â
It only takes a couple good rubs for you to feel his dick harden beneath you. Feeling bold, you wrap a tight fist around his length stroking him through his briefs. All it takes is a couple tight ones for his thighs to widen up and you take that as permission to go further.Â
Slipping a hand under his waistband to squeeze his dick, you watch him bite his lip, still ignoring you as he lazily stares up at the ceiling. He can try to act all cool and unbothered all he wants, but you know exactly how to melt his ice.
Taking charge, you rub your thumb carefully around his slit, your acrylic nail getting caught in the fabric of his briefs with each pressing circle. It doesn't take much effort before youâre feeling the wetness of his pre sticking to the pad of your thumb as you. Pausing to collect up what you can to wet his shaft, you grip your hand back around his length giving him more quick strokes.
Feeling more daring, you connect your lips to his neck, slowly peppering soft, wet kisses along his skin as you continue working your hand around his dick and balls. Youâre finding some sort of fun in all this really, feeling him up in every which way you please while he lays beside you trying to act like heâs not bricked the hell up.Â
You can hear every grunt that gets stuck in his throat and cracking of his toes each time you press against the underside of his tip. Itâs kind of funny how youâre unsure whoâs more of a slut now: you for daring to do this, or him for letting it happen while heâs on a call. Yâall are both some trouble!Â
Just as youâre about to go for a gentle bite on his ear you feel the deep bass of his voice against your lips.Â
âChosoâ ChosoâŠbro Iâma let you goâŠIâll try to be over there later tonight. Alright, I'll talk to you later. Bye.â He ends the call to lean overâ your hand still tightly wrapped around his dickâ to drop his phone onto the nightside with a loud thud.
Unfortunately for him, no matter how hard he tries to maintain his composure, itâll be his own body that will betray him every single time. Men, theyâre so fucking weak. You probably could rob him with a fleshlight.
Falling back onto the mattress, he turns to give you a look before opening his mouth, and of all the things you expect him to say, it definitely isnât, âWhyâd you interrupt my phone call?â
âBecause you talk too much.â You say smart, releasing him to wipe your hand clean on his briefs along the side of his hip. Sitting up on your elbow to rest your cheek in your hand, you hover above his face to stare down at him challengingly, awaiting his response. This could go one or two ways, but you know for sure either way ends with you getting fucked.Â
"All I needed was a few minutes.â He murmurs, his hand glides up your chest stopping just below your neck before gently tracing your jawline with his thumb.Â
âI gave you that, now I want your attention.â You cock your head. âDid you forget where you were at?â
"You have itâ so now whatâs up?" He asks, his tone still soft, eyes locked on yours as he tilts your chin up just as your hand slides over to squeeze his thigh.
âYou know what I wantâŠâ You breathe, inching closer to his bulge.Â
âYeah?â He lets go of your chin, trailing his hand down your chest. âYou donât have to ask meâ could have just pulled it out.â Eyes still locked on yours as you slip a hand under his waistband. Â
Letting you go, he gives you space to slip under the covers, lifting his hips to help you tug off his briefs. The second they're gone, your hand is around him, leaning over to take him between your lips. You know exactly how he likes itâ your mouth and hand wrapped tight around the tip, teasing him with just the right amount of pressure thatâll make his toes curl.
You know you're doing a good job when his hand resting at the back of your neck tightens, turning into a firm grip that keeps you exactly where he wants you. Not wanting to try your luck deep throating him just yet, you brace yourself with a hand on his thigh for balance, but soon find yourself running your hand along the muscle instead, grabbing on wherever please, feeling out their solid weight and smoothness. Even though his dick is the main eventâ hot, thick, and heavy in your hands each time you pull off to catch your breathâ itâs his thighs that have your full attention. Maybe next time you'll leave a trail of bites and hickeys along them, marking him up good just because you can.
âGet in between my legs...â He throws the covers back making room for you. Without a second thought, you crawl between his thighs, and just as youâre about to shift down the bed to lay on your stomach, his voice interrupts.
âUh-uh, sit up...â He whispers, and despite it being nothing more than a gentle correction, it still finds a way to make your stomach tingle. You canât even lie, that bossy shit turns you up. Glancing up at him, you slowly prop yourself up on your elbows to part your knees just enough, arching yourself down low, nice and sexy in a way you know heâll like.Â
Bobbing your head up and down his dick, you lose track of every grunt and curse you pull past his lips. The wet, squishy sounds from each tight squeeze, paired with the clacking of your pretty nails around his dick, become a rhythm you get lost in until the growing dampness in your panties pulls you back in. Fuck, youâre going to have to speed this up because you really want to fuck now.
âSloppy, baby. Make itââ His voice breaks off, caught in his throat as you pull off to throw a nasty wad of spit on his dick, watching as it drips down his length. âThere you goâŠâ He murmurs, a grin tugging at his lips. You donât even need to look up to know heâs smiling. Anything for him, right?
âGotta get the sides too. All of it. Just how I taught you...â His words make your stomach tighten. Glancing up through your lashes, you latch onto his shaft, tongue tracing long, slow licks along his length. The salty taste of him mixing with the slick of your spit as you pump the head of his dick with a tight fist.
âSloppierâŠspit on it some moreâŠget that shit wet for meâŠâ He murmurs, bringing his hands down into your hair to gently pull back to keep out of your face. Taking a moment to lick his pre-cum and drool off your lips, you teasingly slap his dick against your tongue, testing its weight. Spitting down onto him again, you let it drip slow and messy before taking him back into your mouth, your lips wrapping tight around him. As you glance up, you catch him smiling down at you, and you canât help but sheepishly smile back. You used to hate giving head, but for himâ talking to you like thisâ youâll keep going till he busts in your mouth twice.Â
You swear everytime he looks at you like that, something inside you loosens up. You never thought sex could be like thisâ fun, messy, and so damn freeing. That itâs not just about getting him off; but letting yourself enjoy it too.Â
Remembering the times heâs whispered for you to drop your innocence and open up awakens those butterflies in your stomach. Itâs a mystery how in such a short time of knowing him, heâs managed to create a safe space for you to let go and push past the boundaries you once clung toâ all without a hint of judgment.Â
But no matter how amazing everything feels with him, thereâs this nagging thing that wonât leave you aloneâa constant reminder of how off this all this really is. No matter how hard you try to push it aside, the truth is starting to feel impossible to shake, and the longer you avoid the elephant in the room, the harder it becomes to hold it all together. Itâs doubt that creeps in at the end of every night, makes you wonder if any of this is even real. But fuck it, you donât have the time to make any sense of it right now. You can talk it out with Tink later, you have to get this nut in.Â
"Ahmp!" You bite back a moan, caught off guard as his hand slaps your ass right when he shifts to sit up.
âCome up hereâŠâ He says, and without a second thought, you slide your soaked panties off to straddle his lap. Once fully seated, you wrap your hand around his dick, stroking him from behind your back, while your other hand rests against his shoulder for support. You can feel your wetness sticking against him, and itâs taking every ounce of willpower not to be a horny bunny and grind your sloppy wet pussy against his chest.
âYou know where that condom at?â The question catches you off guard, making you pauseâ again, definitely not what you expected to hear. Someoneâs full of surprises today, huh?
âYeah, why?â You give him a confused look.
âItâs early, and Iâm still kinda tiredâŠI donât wanna have to worry about pulling out. It be in the back of my mind when we fuck...â He says, warm hands smoothing along your stomach then up around your ribs.
Okay, cool, good to know at least one of you is trying to be responsible. Condom? Sure. Not a problem!
âI think itâs in here.â You lean over, trying to search in the top drawer of your nightstand without tipping over. âHold me.â You warn, feeling yourself about to topple over. His hands quickly find your waist steadying you.Â
âI got it.â You find it stuck beneath a pile of clutter you've been meaning to sort out.
Handing him the gold foil, you scoot back a bit, giving him space to do his thing. As much as you love the feeling of raw sex, thereâs something seriously hot about watching him work a tight fist along his length, struggling to stretch the latex over his girth. And as if that wasnât enough, the damage your sanity takes from his dick snapping back against his abdomen when he lets go is downright disrespectful.Â
âCome onâ ready?â He grabs you at your ribs, pulling you forward towards him, your breath hitches at his sudden eagerness. âYou donât need thisâŠâ He tugs at your shirt, and the second itâs off heâs grabbing hold of your boobs, squeezing them and sucking on your nipples like a baby. Never too tired to suck titties, huh!?
Taking your hand to guide his dick to your entrance, you carefully sink down onto the tip. Yet, no matter how many times youâve done this, the feeling of just the head pushing through is one thatâll never get easier even with time.Â
Itâs harder this time aroundâ his dickâ no pun intended. After nearly a week of constant sex, you have no choice but to take him slow, inch by inch, feeling yourself clench around him as you sink down.
âGimme a secondâŠâ You plead, pressing your hand against his chest to keep him from bucking his hips up. On a good day you could take all of him, but with the way heâs bricked up, youâre not trying to bite off more than you can chew. See, this is that early morning dick, Itâll be a lot more than hurtful words flying out of your mouth if he so much as attempts to push you down.Â
âTake your timeâŠâ He teases, bringing both his hands to rub soothing circles along your jawline, fingers combing through your tresses around your nap. âToo much?â
âItâs enoughâ youâre not little.â You laugh, bouncing slowly on his length, giving your wetness a chance to moisten the condom as you try to fully take him in. Itâs painstakingly slow working your sore pussy down his stiff dick, but guess this is the price you pay for letting him fuck you like a dog all week.Â
âMy badâŠâ He chuckles. âHere, come lay on my chestâ hmm.â He pulls you into his arms. Slanging one around your back, he scoots the both of you further down the bed gripping a handful of your ass to help guide you down his length.
âItâs too dryâŠâ You come back up, the friction of the condom becoming unbearable as you feel yourself drying up from frustration. This isnât working. Â
âI got youâŠâ He brings two fingers to his mouth to wet them. Pulling out, he uses those same fingers to stroke your pussy, rubbing tight circles on and around your clit. Burying your face in his neck to stifle your moans, you feel yourself grow wetter as he whispers filthy praises in your ear, urging you on.Â
âThis better?â He lips brush against the shell of your ear. Your thighs quiver with each teasing stroke to your clit, the oversensitivity heightening your arousal. And like a slut you canât do much but moan against his neck when you feel those same two fingers sink into your heat. Curling deep, giving himself a feel around your velvety walls.
âMhmâŠâ You nod, slowly rolling your hips down to ride his hand. The exploratory movements of his fingers driving deep, stroking your g-spot. âRight thereâŠfuckâŠright thereâŠâÂ
âI got you babyâŠI got you...â His palm presses against your clit as he drives his fingers even faster making sure to hit that sweet spot over and over, heâs so damn deep he could poke your cervix if he pleased. ââŠyouâre squeezing baby, relax for meâŠthere you goâŠhow that feel, good?â
âToruâŠIâma fucking squirtâŠâ You warn, already feeling yourself start to leak. Shit feels so fucking good he needs to publish a wikiHow on finger stroking pussy.
âShow meâ go âhead babyâŠyou know I got youâŠâ He exhales heavily, his other hand running through your hair to hold you close to him as he bullies your pussy like a pro, digging your coochie out so good, leaving her sorer than when you started. Itâs a good soreness though, a sweet discomfort thatâs nothing more than a reminder of how throughly heâs fucked you the past week.Â
âFuckâ hmmmm!â You grip his hair tight, trying your damn hardest to hold back the moan thatâs fighting to erupt from you, but itâs no use because all it takes is one final stroke to your g-spot and you're cumming harder than a bull.
âOh my god!â You cry out, clenching down on his fingers so tight he has to pull them out. Taking his hands to strum your pussy to keep you squirting, your thighs shake with such a force you have no choice but to cling onto him for dear life. A wave of pleasure hits you so intense your entire body electrifies like static off an old box TV across your chest and shoulders. His fingers are pruney once he lets go, all gooed up and coated with sticky globs of your cum.
Wiping his fingers clean on your thigh, he effortlessly guides your soaked pussy all the way down his dick, and a sweet moan comes up your throat once youâre fully seated. Youâre so damn wet you canât even feel the condom anymore, if it was any darker in here you wouldnât even be able to tell he had one on.
âBet that rose canât do it like me, huh?â He teases, two hands at your waist rocking you forward. âI got you making a mess. Wetting the bed all up...â
âHehâ please shut upâŠâ You laugh, catching your breath. Because of course heâd make a joke eight inches deep in your pussy. No matter how good his dick is itâll never take away from how corny he can be sometimes.
Regaining your strength, your hands find his shoulders again to steady yourself as you begin a slow pace bouncing on his dick. It starts off a lot sweeter this time, nothing like your usual. No creaking bed or pounding headboard, just the quiet sound of your soft moans and his low grunts filling the room.Â
Youâre fully lost in the moment when his hips start to move in perfect sync with yours, the delicious drag of his dick massaging your walls coaxes the softest, neediest whimpers past your lips. Youâre so in love with his dick, youâre serious when you say youâll fuck him up if you ever find out heâs sharing, because this shit right here makes no sense. Itâs too damn good!
âMoreâŠright thereâŠâ You whine, needing to feel him deeper. Gripping your ass in response he presses his heels into the mattress, pulling your hips closer towards him to fuck up into you so well you have to put a hand to his chest to hold him back.Â
You totally get the need for the condom nowâ thankful for it evenâ because with the way heâs fucking you this damn good you donât think he could push you off quick enough before heâs busting his load. And as bad as you want it, youâd hate to dip into that hundred dollars he gave you to spend half of it on a Plan B.Â
âToru...Toru...Toru.." His name spills from your lips over and over as your brain goes fuzzy, slipping into a dizzy, dick drunken state. He's gripping you up just so right, and every stroke to your g-spot has you coming further undone, scattering every thought in your head until there's nothing left but his voice and touch occupying your mind.Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty babyâŠdidnât I say Iâd fuck you everyday? Hmm?â His voice rings.Â
âThursdayâŠFridayâŠSaturdayâŠSundayâŠâ He murmurs, each day punctuated by a slow, deliberate thrust in sync with the roll of your hips. âYou love this dick, donât you?â He breathes, his hand coming down heavy giving a sharp slap against your ass.Â
âI doâŠâ You whine, almost like a declaration, as you pull his hands off your waist to guide them up your chest to cup your boobs, lacing your fingers through his to show him how to squeeze them just right.Â
You feel so incredibly fucking sexy bouncing on his dick, riding him like itâs been a while and you miss him. Youâre trying your hardest to keep it classy for him, but with one more slap to your ass, youâll be begging him to take the safety off and hit your pussy raw from the side till it goes numb. You hope heâs loving this shit, because youâre not letting him get up in you for at least a week after this one. Your coochie needs a break!
âI wanna cumâŠâ You whine, searching his face for permission, but he doesnât hear you, too focused on working his own nut out. Â
âI wanna cumâŠâ You whine again, your hands come down to press against his chest to grind your pussy down hard on his dick. You got him buried so deep inside you the weight of your hips are holding down his.Â
âYou tryna be done already?â His hips still, falling flat as he watches you chase your orgasm all on your own. Â
âNo. Just donât moveâŠâ You plead, trying to keep him from messing up your rhythm as you hit that sweet spot like a drum. It doesnât take long for that familiar heat to rise up your body, making your face flush hot and your heart rate pick up. Youâre almost there!Â
âDonât moveâ don't moveâ Iâm closeâŠfuckâŠahhâ You babble out, toes curling. Almost there, youâre almost there!
âDamn booâŠâ The pet name rolls off his tongue effortlessly, bringing you into focus, your eyes meeting his right as he wraps a firm hand around your neck holding you in place. You got him pussy drunk acting rough and nasty just how you like it. âWhen you start taking dick like this? You showing off for me today?âÂ
âMmmmâ fuck me after I cumâŠâ You say through a smile, his thumb brushing gently underneath your chin. The look in your eyes clearâ youâre trying to get broken off like a Kit-Kat. You want it rough, and you know heâll deliver. Heâs got you.Â
âSay that again?â He asks as if he canât understand a word youâre saying. Thereâs no denying that your voice turns him on. But itâs cool, you have no problem spelling it out for him.Â
âI said I want you to fuck the shit out of me after I câ ahmp!â You yelp, a wave of giddy pleasure washing over you from the sting of his heavy hand landing across your ass again. Â
âOne more time for me?â He pulls you forward, a devilish look in his eyes waiting for you to soften into submission in his hands.Â
âI want you to fuck me so bad.â You whine, voice dripping with so much need. You don't give a fuck how you sound right now, his dick drilling your pussy deep, itâs thick head messaging against your puffy walls. âI wanna feel all of itâ oowwwâ mmmmâ Fuck! You feel so fuckinâ ahh good!ââ You moan out, each and every one of his deep strokes punching the words from out of your chest.  Â
âYou donât want it.â He taunts, a smirk tugging at his lips daring you to prove him wrongâ to show him just how badly you want itâ to beg. The sudden shift in dominance sends your heart racing, and you find yourself rocking your hips even faster.
Itâs this dynamic that you love the most: how one minute heâs soft and tender, talking you through with the filthiest yet gentlest whispers, and the next, commanding and rude, giving you the space to surrender completely and embrace your submissive side. Itâs the perfect balance of give and take, and with him talking in your ear nasty like this, youâre more than willing to give it all up and let him lead.Â
âYes I doâ fuckâŠfuckâŠâ You moan breathlessly, lost in the wave of pleasure taking you under. âMake me cumâŠâ You look down at him with those needy doll eyes, the kind that silently beg for more, even as you roll your hips slow and deliberate like the little minx you are, teasing him just enough that you know will drive him wild.Â
Every move is a silent challenge, a tease, a true test of his strength and youâre doing it because you know exactly what he wants, and heâs already right there ready to meet you. His hands find your waist again, gripping you firmly, and that awaiting spark of dominance lights up his eyes as he pulls you in close.
No one but him can bring this side out of you, the one that craves to be taken, to be pushed to the edge. You know heâs been holding back, waiting for you to push him there, and now, youâve done it. His hand then tightens around your frame, the tension in his body radiating through every inch of him, and that tells you everything you need to know; youâve got him right where you want him, you can let go.Â
âYou not gonna run?â He presses, but you know your answer is meaningless. He wouldnât let you even if you tried.Â
âNoââ You whine, the sound barely escaping your throat as you bounce, the strain in your knees starting to intensify with each movement as you chase your orgasm.Â
âNo, what?â Another good grab to your ass, this time with two hands and enough grip to bounce you on his dick himself, fucking up into with a force that causes you to fall forward, nails digging into his shoulders as you cling onto him. âTell me babyâŠgo âhead.â
âFuckâŠGojoâ Goâ AHMP!â Another heavy slap to your ass before you can catch your breath to repeat it. âIâm not gonna run Gojoâ I'm not gonna runââ
âYou know I love hearing you say itâŠâ He beathes heavy, one hand now threading through your hair to grip your tresses tight, the other fucking you down his dick. âYou gonna cum on this dick? Yeah?â
âYes! Fuckâ Fuckâ Gojo! Gojo!â You choke out, orgasm fully taking over each and every one of your senses.Â
âAgain babyâŠcome onâŠthis your dick rightâŠâ He breathes, voice low and hot in your ear, hips bucking up fast as another heavy slap comes down to your ass. âDon't run from itâŠdonât run from it.â
âFucckkkkâ Oh my godddddd! Keep going! Keep going! Donât stop! Yes! Yes!â You cry out, your pussy clenching so tightly around him that you can feel the rim of the condom scratching against your entrance. The intensity of your grip threatens to pull it loose as itâs already slipped off some.Â
âMmmmmâ there you gooo~â He coos, sensing you reached your climax seeing the way your jaw goes slack and your grip around him tightens.Â
âFuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Donât stop! Donât stop!â Youâre begging like slut now throwing your arms around him to tuck behind his neck. Feeling you lose yourself, you take your fingers to work them up to brush along his undercut, anything to try and keep you grounded.
âKiss on my neckâŠyeahâŠjust like that for meâ â He moans, as you press your lips against his skin, licking hungry, wet, and sloppy. âJust like thatâŠâ
âWhere you want me to nut?â His question meets your ear with urgency, the pace of his thrusts quickening in such a way that you can tell heâs close to cumming.
âAnywhereâŠI donât careââ You gasp, words spilling, your body trembling with anticipation. Stupidest fucking question he could ask right now. He can bust it on your tits, ass, pussy, or even your face. You donât care as long as his hot cum drips off your body, ready for him to scoop up and feed to you like youâre Suki.
âShit!â Get up! Get up!â He groans, lifting you up just enough to pull off the condom to jerk his dick.Â
âGimme your handâŠâ He takes yours to grab his length, wrapping his large hand around yours, guiding you as you both help work his nut out. Both of your bodies are hot and sweaty, and his heavy breathing is perfectly in sync with yours. Your thighs coming down from a trembling mess.
âLike that babyâŠ.mmmmâŠyou gonna kiss it when you're done?â He hums through a smile, head thrown back in pure bliss. It doesnât take more than a few tight strokes for you to feel his dick pulsate, his hot cum spills out running down both your knuckles sticking your fingers together.Â
âOowwwâ it's so much!â You giggle, endorphins still having you feeling like you're on cloud nine as you watch amazed by the amount of cum heâs spilling, feeling a warm milky streak run sticky down the back of your hand.Â
âFuckââ He exhales, chest heaving as he starts to come down from his climax. His arms drop limply to his sides, but you stay right where youâre sitting on his chest, reaching back as you keep working the cum out of his still hard dick.Â
You can feel him twitch with every pull as you coax the last drops of cum from him. Thereâs just something so sexy about the way his breath stutters and his toes crack as they curl with each slow tugâŠlike youâre draining him of every ounce of cum he has left.
âThatâs itâŠbabyâŠthatâs itâŠalright thatâs itâŠstopâŠâ He warns, voice strained and his face balling up, eyes shut tight as he tries to fight back a guttural moan. You feel his abs tense up underneath you, throwing off your balance but you take a hand to his chestâ now flushed red and glistening with sweatâ to hold him steady, fist tightening around his dick to jerk him quicker.Â
âUh-uh, thereâs more, lookâŠlemme get it all out for you.â You tease with a playful laugh, tightening your hold around him. âJust relax, it doesnât hurt.â You purr, your voice dropping low and sweet. More cum spilling with every pull.Â
âOh my gâ Yooooo! Stop! Stop! Stop! Bro! Stop!â He gasps, body jerking involuntarily from not being used to the overstimulation. His hips shake under your grip as if trying to escape, but heâs trapped under the weight youâre pressing down on him.
âBro!? Iâm not your bro!â You scoff with a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at the fucking nerve to address you by anything other than something ladylike! Goofy ass, now youâre really not letting up. He must have you confused for someone else.Â
âI swear to god, if you make me nut againâ Fuck!â He growls, head tipping back as he wraps a tight hand around your wrist trying to stop you.
âSatoru, you donât scare meâ let go!â You mock, your hand steadily working his dick, grip unwavering even as his strength weakens less and less from every stroke.
âWhat happened to all that shit you were talking, hmm?â You pause, watching him closely. âBet that hand canât do it like mine?âÂ
âIâma fuck you up after thisâŠIâm so seriousâŠwatch.â He breathes out, a shaky laugh breaking through, his grip on your wrist loosens completely as he gives in, letting you milk him for everything heâs got. Heâs probably dead serious too, but the way his fine ass is squirming under you is too entertaining to give a damn. And to be honest, that just sounds like a promise for round two and thatâs not striking fear in your heartâ or pussy. Ain't no fun when the rabbits got the gun now is it? We can go till the fucking bed breaks boo, yâall got all the time in the world today!
âSchhhhhoooowwwwâ oh my god!â He groans, his plump lips parting with a low, desperate growl. âAlright câmon, chill! Stop!âÂ
âKeep lying telling people I snore, and Iâma tell your friends you moan like a bitch." You taunt, leaning closer. Pressing more of your weight down on him, your strokes turn into slow teasing massages around the tip of his dick with your palm.Â
âYou still mad over that?â His eyes open meeting yours as his hands grip the sheets in an attempt to hold back from cumming. He can try to look intimidating with those blue eyes all he wants, but they arenât moving you.
âI donât get mad, I get even.â You bite back with a whole lot of sass, letting his dick go the moment you feel your hand start to cramp up. He jerks slightly, caught off guard by your sudden release. âTold you to stop trying me.â
âClean yourself up~â You shoot him a look, wiping your cum-sticky hand off his chest as you ease yourself off his body and slide off the bed.
âFuck youâŠâ You hear him mumble under his breath with a laugh as you search the sheets for your phone, panties, and top before making your way to the bathroom to pee.
âWhat!?â You give him a look back, the fakest mean scowl you can muster up right now.Â
âNothingâ FuckâŠâ The back of his head hits the pillow again as he exhales deeply.Â
"Oh, okay! Like I wonât sit my ass on your chest and kill you. Talk to me nice." You fire back playfully, slipping on your top after giving up on the search for your pantiesâ probably somewhere tangled up in the sheets.
Finding your footing, you cross the room to unplug the diffuser you left on throughout the night. With a gentle click, its light shuts off. You take a moment to gather yourself before stepping out and closing the door firmly behind you, leaving him to figure out what the hell just happened. You too are going to need a few minutes alone to yourself after this one.Â
#gojo x reader#gojo headcanons#tsnmi writes#never lose me#gojo smut#gojo x baddie#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#nlm collection#gojo satoru#gojo x black reader#jujutsu gojo#jjk fanfic#jjk fic#jjk smut#jjk gojo#jjk au#gojo x yn#gojo x y/n#gojo x you
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âš pokĂ©mon AU! đŽâš clora is mainly fairy & psychic (bc shes sweet but also smart) whereas seb trends towards fire/dark (even tho i only ended up giving him 1 dark pokemon...shhh) i originally gave him a houndour, bc dark + guard dog was such a perfect combo for him, but arcanine ALSO suits him and is way cuter so i had to go with that đ„č and i had to fit in a raven and a snake pokemon somewhere bc...cmonđ„° BAHAHA
TYSM to the anon who inspired this!! it was so much fun
#also both of them have matching swellows that they dont use in their team...its my pokemon AU equivalent of their matching swallow patronus#& i didnt end up drawing this but when theyre older they also discover Unown in some ancient ruin/catacomb#and so it just kinda ends up following them/they keep it after they discover it#also anon... u said u had notes on ur phone for why sylveon is perfect for clora PLS SEND THOSE...or reply to this...im curious#god im so jealous of clora in that last pic of her being coddled by arcanine and charizard tho (and i guess by seb toođ)#oh to be snuggled by a bunch of pokemon...that should be MEEE!!!! im a cat person irl but god i love arcanine SO MUCH#i always have one in my team when i play and i always name him cheetođ§Ą#also i only gave seb a gengar bc i like him matching with clora and her having a clefairy BAHAHA..had to get my love of opposites in#gengar does suit him tho i mean just look at that face and that damn smile#same with togepi and corviknight...love the idea of the bird protecting the egg hehe. and ice type alolan vulpix with fire type arcanine#i also almost gave seb a ceruledge or amouredge bc they look like knights bahaha#i also originally gave clora an alcremie instead of lunatone bc i love alcremie...but the shiny lunatone is too perfect for her#a pale crescent moon with blue eyes like HELLO and its psychic..i had to...ravenclaw as hell#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc#hogwarts legacy sebastian#clora clemons#choccyart
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Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)
#Doodles#Pokemon#Gyrados#Ninetales#Sableye#Ampharos#Banette#Politoed#Pikachu#The lot! Mostly my SoulSilver guys but a kind of general mishmash of nostalgia and aiming-fors#Even tho I played Yellow when I was quite a bit younger I never beat it or got particularly attached to my 'mon and ended up selling it#Mistake I know blame the folly of youth lol#So I really consider Soul Silver as my ''first'' game - though I beat X before SS pfft just can't make it simple eh!#But I got veryyy attached to my SSteam <3 It's fun to watch them grow in the photo album! Can see most of them as babies :D#I ended up with a Vulpix named Beauty since Ninetales is my favourite Pokemon <3 I knew she'd grow into a beauty! Thusly named#And a Magikarp that I thought would be ironically funny to name Beast because well - y'know lol#Did not even occur to me Once that they'd be Beauty and Beast haha - the reasoning is so strongly connected it just didn't register!#They're a fun duo :) Fire and Water Fish and Fox hehe <3 Cute lads!#Group of four was speculations about building a really ideal team for me - Mareep Line Obviously and Ninetales goes without saying#Sableye is another really obvious one lol I love Sableye so muuuuchhhh aghhh <3 <3#Banette wouldn't exactly fill in many gaps but I've always leaned more towards Ghost and Psychic types#The Politoed doodles were just for funsies tho lol I really can't decide on a Water type I like that I haven't already exhausted!#They're silly little frog guys which I do enjoy haha#Probably not my personal pick but I like them :)#The aforementioned Yellow playthrough had me with a Pikachu I named Sparks which I then wrote fanfic about haha#Baby's first fanfic and fanart were both Pokemon! I have no idea where it'd be now as it was in a notebook but I remember the gist at least#Thought it'd be nice to bring him back to visit <3#And then some silly ones for myself lol what's a good trainer pose!#I think they're all silly lol but I do like the middle one :D#I'd love a Pokeball shirt like that! All the Pokemon things pls and thank you!
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i think my favorite part of my p4 playthrough is that i somehow never got pixie and had to go back to get her when trying to fuse black frost for the shadow mitsuo fight. i still don't know how that happened i was in the castle for so fucking long sfldkjskfjfdksfdkjfd-
#rambearling#persona 4#p4#i love my black frost by the way he's so fucking strong. he and izanagi are my mvps <3#mind charge + maragidyne/bufula (i wasn't able to get bufudyne on him for some reason) is so overpowered#i don't have ziodyne on izanagi though annoyingly enough-#probably should've figured out what persona gets ziodyne's skill card at chagall's :/ that's how i got zionga on him#eh there's always new game plus. won't be able to fuse izanagi-no-okami immediately anyway#even if i could i don't think i would cuz a level 91 persona would be waaaaay too overpowered-#can't you get magatsu-izanagi too. so many izanagis..............#irrelevant to the tags but i can't think of pixie without thinking of that one video where yu doesn't know his personas names#and calls high pixie lesbian-#dog by the foot is my favorite persona. and about eight snakes. the one i got from shuffle time. kill rush-kun#that's kinda how i refer to my personas in my head when playing a lot of the time sflkfdjsjfdksfdkjfds-#i honestly barely use the velvet room................ this is my first time actually playing persona okay-#in p5 my moms always spend like an hour in the velvet room looking at guides to figure out what personas to get-#and then there's me playing p4 and just looking at the list and fusing whatever personas look cool and don't need izanagi or black frost-#i mean i. kind of try to get good coverage? kind of#i don't think i have any wind skills on my team aside from izanagi having magaru-
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another JPMD update post before i put it off again...! possibly a bit shorter this time but STILL LONG
ok i got up to the part right after waterfall cave which means MEETING TEAM SKULL SOON YAYYYYYYYYY well we already met koffing and zubat and as i noted in post 1, they sounded exactly how i thought they would, but im reaaally curious about skuntank honestly im half expecting him to just talk like a yakuza or something lol
notes:
loudred, like croagunk, uses the ăăŁă pronoun (EDITING TO SAY: it's possible he was actually using ăăŁă, the working man pronoun that bidoof uses, and i misread the screenshot?); loudred, like croagunk, never read as an old man to me in the english version at all so i'm really curious about that. if anything his shoutiness always made me think of him as being younger (more impetuous, impulsive, etc.)
speaking of old men, torkoal DOES talk like one based on my extremely limited knowledge of how old men talk in japanese. he speaks politely and uses a lot of archaic words/phrases/verb forms and sounds pretty grandfatherly in the japanese version, just like in the english version!
chatot continues to perplex me...he uses ç§ presumably as a formality but also uses ă instead of ă§ă, and i also caught him using the ă negative of a verb which is something i see occasionally in music but have yet to learn the real implications of. it seems a bit poetic or old fashioned to me but i could be completely wrong...he also uses ă but jisho says that indicates command which does make sense because he's allowed to give commands and his english speech always did sound a little bossy lol
the protagonist's way of...not speaking i guess but the way they talk in their thought bubbles is really interesting. to me it reads as much simpler and simultaneously much more complex than the other characters' speech, simpler because they tend to use a lot of the same words over and over as well as relatively simple words without a lot of flair like the other characters have, but also complex because it's these same words that make me scratch my head. i can't really explain it without an example but protag's speech is just kind of confusingly simple, so simple it becomes difficult lol
partner's speech has a bit more flair and personality to it (lots of elongated vowels, usage of ćăetc.) but is also pretty simple like protag's. i guess protag talking simply makes sense because 1. from another world & 2. they play a bit of a self-insert role so it's better to give them a more bare bones speaking style instead of forcing players to align themselves with a personality they might not feel connected to (plus, again, kids' game, and kids are not going to be throwing around big words and sentences like adults do). partner's speech being simple makes sense for a similar reason i think, makes them a little easier to connect with, sympathize with, and cheer for (as noted by me finding them EXTREMELY endearing in the previous posts)
not a dialogue note but you know how in the english version they have those berries that are fake oran berries that actually hurt you? and they named them like Oren Berry or something? in japanese, oran berries are ăȘăŹăł (oren) and their evil counterparts are ăȘăŹăœ which is SO RUDE because my katakana is really bad and i suck at those 2 characters especially đ
also not a dialogue note but i've noticed the ingame menu text often refers to protag+partner as "(protag's name)ăăĄâ and chimecho, in dialogue with both (but primarily talking to the partner) said "(partner's name)ăăĄ" which is kind of cute but also interesting. i was wondering how 2nd person plurals were handled (and 3rd person, outside of situations like ćœŒă, ăă€ă etc.)
it's still hard and there are still MANY moments where i look at a sentence, puzzle out a few words i know, try really hard, and then go "man i have no idea what you're talking about" and press A and move on. BUT i'm having a lot of fun and i do feel that with each repeated exposure my grasp of things is getting stronger every time!!!!!!
SENTENCES I WAS PROUD OF
ăăăȘă«ăăăăăăăăšăŻăăăăȘăăŁăă ~= "i didn't think anything could even be this strong" (said by partner at the waterfall; lit. "to-this-extent force SUBJ exists COND TOPIC think-NEG-PAST NEW")
ăăăïŒăăăȘăăăăȘă»ăăăăżăăăšăăȘăïŒ= "wow! i've never seen treasure this big before!" (said by partner at the waterfall cave gem; lit. "amazing! like-this big-IS treasure seen-thing SUBJ exist-NEG!")
ăăăăăŁăŠăăăŁăăăżăăȘăłăŁăăăăăăïŒ= "if we bring this back, everyone will be so amazed!" (same as above; lit. "this OBJ carry-return-COND everyone surprise do.NONPAST NEW CONFIRM!")
ăăŁăăăăăăăă°ăăăăŻăŁăăăăăšăăăŁăăźă«ăăă= "even though i thought we'd worked so hard to discover a new place..." (said by partner after finding out the truth about the waterfall; lit. "with-great-pains new place OBJ discovery do.PAST QUOTE think.PAST even-though...")
actually not sure if ăăŁăă is "with great pains" or "rare/valuable" here it could be either one...
ăăăăă ăăăăȘăăăăăăȘăăšă«ăăă ă€ăźăăăăă ăïŒăăăŻïŒ= "this ability isn't just useful for exploring, it could be used for all kinds of things!" (said by partner while chatting with protag about the dimensional scream (not that they know its name yet); lit. "exploration limit/only is NEG CONN various-IS things TARGET be.useful.NONPAST ability is(copula) NEW! this TOPIC!")
easily the proudest sentence in this post
#mine#this was from a couple of sessions a few days ago#in the next post expect to see observations on team skull + the spinda cafe because that thing is FINALLY OPENING#i actually am a little worried about the cafe because i played darkness as a kid and have only played sky like#one time. and it was like 3 years ago#so the cafe and special episodes are not NEARLY as hardcoded into my brain as everything else#speaking of special episodes no i do not know when i will play them. sooner or later#anyway. umm yeah i want to do jobs for a bit so either next post or the post after that is when we'll do#the thing where chatot makes us not have dinner which is soooo rude of him!!!!! meanie!!!!#i recruited a couple team members too also!! the boys were very popular in waterfall cave#we have a surskit friend and a tangela friend :)#if i recruit any dragon types i'm naming them kiryu lol#or any other pokemon that remind me of other characters from y0#if i get any fish maybe ill name them nishiki#pokemon fushigi no diary#i hate how you get recruitment shortly before the expedition cause it always makes a level gap btwn you and your first few recruits#that you can never really overcome#whatever...#oh that reminds me marowak dojo should be open soon i'll check that out too
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max verstappen being the perfect boyfriend: a compilation
summary: max verstappen canât help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it
folkie radio: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXIEEE, it's been a minute since the last time i did a compilation blurb and this felt like the perfect occasion to bring them back, i hope you like this!
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
Max Verstappen, three time world champion and the best driver of his generation is known for his incredible driving skills and relentless pursuit of victory on the track.
However, behind the wheel, Max has another passion that rivals his love for racing: his girlfriend.
In every interview, press conference, and social media post, Max can't help but gush about her, seamlessly sharing stories of their life together into conversations about lap times and race strategies.
Fans quickly began doing compilation videos about all the times he mentioned his girlfriend publicly, and those gathered millions of views across social media platforms.
The most popular one was called "Max Verstappen being the perfect boyfriend: a compilation," and it began with a video of Max arriving to the paddock for media day, Red Bull's social media team filming him while he answered some rapid fire questions.
"Waffles or Pancakes? You know I used to love pancakes but I think I've had too many because my girlfriend is obsessed with making them," he said as he signed some stuff, "So I would go for Waffles at the moment, but if my girlfriend is watching this I'd say I take her pancakes every day."
The next clip was from a post qualifying interview, and of course, Max earned the pole position, the interviewer had asked him what was expecting for the race the following day.
"To win of course, that's what I'm here for," he said with so hesitation, "But I'm also looking forward to it because my girlfriend will be here, it's the first race she attends this season and I can't wait to see her in the crowd while I take on the podium."
The video moved to show Max with his teammate Sergio Perez, they were playing a game of Green Flag or Red Flag, they were asked about people who film themselves at the gym and Max immediately waved the red flag.
"I actually don't go to the gym anymore," Max added, "I get annoyed by everyone else so I just exercise at home."
"So no topless selfies, not even at home," the interviewer said.
"I don't need to impress anyone, I've got my girlfriend, so," Max shrugged.
The next clip was taken from Max's own Youtube channel, he was showing some of his preparation routine for a race, that included some neck training, checking statistics, quick meetings with his team and engineers among other things.
And of course, his girlfriend made an appearance, standing in a corner watching everything unfold. He approached her, race suit on and helmet in hand, kissed her lips gently as she caressed his arm.
"Be safe out there okay?" her voice could be faintly heard.
"Always schatje, I love you."
In the next segment, Max had just earned his second world championship and was doing a casual interview for a sports channel.
"Do you have your girlfriend now call you 'Two time world champion Max Verstappen' or just Max,"
"Definitely not the first one," Max laughed, "She'd never do that, she says she likes to keep me humble."
"Your girlfriend has a pet name for you?" the guy asked again.
"We call each other a bit different but I prefer not to say that on camera," Max laughed again, "I don't want the internet to make fun of me for being cheesy."
The next clip was from Max's streamings, he was too immersed in a game that he didn't hear his girlfriend come into the room, noticing her presence when she leaned into him.
Out of habit of keeping their privacy, he covered the camera but forgot to turn his mic off.
"Schatje I'm streaming," he said, unaware that everyone could hear him.
"Oh I'm sorry, I was going to ask if you could feed the cats but I'll do it myself," his girlfriend spoke.
"No I'll do it, just let me get off the stream,"
"Baby, there's no need," she insisted.
"I was missing you anyways, just give me a minute."
His audience couldn't see anything but they clearly heard how Max kissed his girlfriend's lips, turning his attention back to the screen, he realized that he was broadcasting their conversation to everyone.
His viewers went wild in the chat, spamming heart emojis and comments about how sweet the couple was. Max ended the stream with a laugh, addressing his fans. "Alright, you heard the boss. I gotta go feed the cats. See you all next time."
On the same note, another clip from a video for RedBull with Checo was included, they had been asked to show the most recent picture in their phones.
"Oh it's from this morning, my girlfriend with the kids," Max said, showing the picture to the camera.
"The kids?" Checo asked with a laugh.
"The cats are our kids," Max shrugged, "Jimmy and Sassy Verstappen."
A particularly touching moment was from a press conference after a difficult race. Max had finished fifth, a rare position for him given his usual dominance. When asked how he dealt with setbacks, he gave a candid response.
"It can be tough, but my girlfriend always knows how to lift my spirits. She's my biggest supporter and always finds the right words to say. Just being with her makes everything better, no matter how bad the race went."
During a clip of Max giving a tour of the Red Bull factory, he stopped at a wall covered in race-winning memorabilia. Among the trophies and champagne bottles, there was a small, framed photograph.
"This is special to me," Max pointed it out, "It's from my first win with Red Bull. But look closer..."
The camera zoomed in to show a young woman in the background of the photo, cheering in the pit lane.
"That's my girlfriend," Max said softly. "She was there for my first win, and she's been there for every one since - even if she can't always be at the track. The team knew how much that meant to me, so they made sure she was in this photo when they framed it."
In the next segment, Max was asked about his favorite off-track activity.
"I love cooking," Max grinned, "Well, more like watching my girlfriend cook. She's amazing in the kitchen, and I'm just there to taste-test everything."
The compilation included a moment during a press conference, Max addressed a question about his girlfriend facing criticism online. The question arose after she received negative comments following a public appearance with him.
"Look, it's tough sometimes," Max began, his expression turning serious. "She didn't choose this life, but she supports me through everything. It's not fair for her to get hate just because of who she's dating. If you have a problem with me that's fine but don't go after my family or my girlfriend because that is just unacceptable."
The final clip that wrapped the video us was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Max received his trophy for winning the 2023 championship.
In his acceptance speech, he thanked his team, his family, and, of course, his girlfriend.
"Winning races and championships is amazing, but having someone by your side who believes in you and supports you unconditionally is truly special. To my girlfriend, thank you for being my rock and my biggest cheerleader. I love you."
The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Max Verstappen, three time world champion and the perfect boyfriend.
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Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojođâi-
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aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
âbwah!â a nudge.
âmyah!â a shove.
and thenâ
âwaaa!â a⊠slap (?) on the cheek.
âhuh?â satoru winced, touching where the babyâs palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasnât imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.
and it was the babyâhis baby.
your giggles filled the air in response.
âhey, you,â satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. âbad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldnât do that, you hear?â
the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.
you snorted at his righteous tone. âheâs just protecting me. even your kid knows youâre a danger.â
a gasp left your husbandâs shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. âme? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!â
âheavâpfftââ
âi give you love, food, my bodyââ he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, ââheck, i even give you this naughty baby!â
âwhaâno! thatâs team effort!â
âstill! and now he is staging an uprising against me?â satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklaceâa gift from satoru too, actually.
âlook at him go,â he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. âhey! no touching! those are mine!â
âplease.â you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. âthe milk is his!â
âhe can have the cowâs! and more importantly, itâs thanks to me that youâre so milkyââ
âsatoru! youâre so uncouth i canâtâ!â
âsee? youâre laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!â
later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. âhe is out like a lightâŠâ
satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldnât miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anythingâfirst of all, himselfâif it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.
knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt fullâso full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.
you really do love him, donât you?
âlook at him, heâs like a shrimp,â your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.
âsatoru.â
âyeah?â he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react furtherâ
you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. âmwah!â
ââŠ?!â
for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.
âyouâŠâ he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. ânow youâve started itâŠâ and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.
âaâah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!â
. . .
safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.
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SHEâS MINE | 00
CATCH ME, IâVE FALLEN IN LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME.
synopsis â thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.
genre â fake dating, fake marriage, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, mild angst, chaotic fluff, smut
pairing â ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader
warnings â mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan, RUMORS isnât related to anything that happens in this series
word count â 798
authorâs note â YAY i finally wrote it! i really love the fake dating/marriage convenience trope and iâve been itching to write it with kenji. this is highly inspired by one my favorite books of all time, terms & conditions by lauren asher! if you enjoy fake dating i highly recommend reading it. as mentioned at the top, this is only the prologue! i'll be putting out part one and the series masterlist asap hehe... as always, happy reading!
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SOMETIMES YOU WONDERED IF ANYTHING YOU SAID EVER STUCK WITH KEN. For the past year and a half, you had the supposed âdream lifeâ that every assistant yearned for. It confused you, really, as you tried to ponder on what part of your job was envious. Were the late nights drafting NDA breaches so desirable? What about the press statements after altercations, were those rĂ©sumĂ© worthy? You let out a deep sigh as you watched Ken from the TV in his dressing room, crossing your arms as you sunk deeper into the couch.
He was on a press tour for his latest collaboration, his overconfident persona charming everyone left and right. You had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes when he used his signature flair to charm the showâs host. At least he was sticking to the script⊠for the most part. He wore the product, threw in a few adlibs, and of course, flirted. Be it a talk show host or a random photographer on the street, Ken always found a way to leave people smitten with him- save except you.Â
Itâs not like you were actively trying to hate him, he just made it so easy. At first you thought it was just some awkward phase, like he was just trying to adjust to working with a new team. But then he just kept doing the same things over and over again. A brawl with an opposing team member? Just another Sunday night. A rumor about having a fling with yet another supermodel? Sounds just about right.Â
âI mean of course I have to thank my team,â Kenâs voice cut through your train of thought. âIt was a dream of mine to play for the Giants as a kid, now I actually get to do it.â
Tone it down, asshole. You thought to yourself, noting the sarcasm laced in his words. Of course the general public wouldnât have caught on, but you had no doubt his coach and the other players would. Then again, heâd been relatively untouchable because of his rank in the sports world. You poked your tongue into your cheek, shaking your head as you sat through the rest of his interview. The clock on the wall counted down the remaining time, the bright red numbers casting a reflection on the screen. Two minutes left, and all he had to do was to keep the act upâŠ
âŠUntil he didnât. Nothing couldâve prepared you for what was about to happen next.Â
âNow I donât want to hold here any longer, but you know I have to ask it,â The host teased, almost like an overexcited child ready to tattle. âAny special someone back home?âÂ
Ken chuckled, just like he usually did when asked the question. âCheeky question,â He paused and grinned, his eyebrow raised slightly as he shrugged his shoulders. âWhat if there was?âÂ
âWell, is there?â The host pushed, his tone eager to have the Ken Sato answer such a juicy question. He gestured toward the crowd before he continued. âI mean there are a lot of fans here today who would love to know moreâŠâÂ
âYeah? And if I said yes, then what?â He replied, his smile growing brighter and his eyes shining.Â
The crowd cheered even harder, itching to find out the truth. You shared the same sentiments, trying to figure out what the hell Ken was up to now. Did he have a girlfriend? If he did, why didnât anyone know about it? You stood up straight now, your right hand deathly gripping the remote. What the hell do you have up your sleeve, Kenji Sato? Your inner voice seemed to yell as you waited for him to speak up.Â
âI mean only time will tell, yeah?â The host replied, leaning back in his seat. âCâmon Ken, itâs not nice to keep secrets.â
Ken mimicked the hostâs moves, leaning back into his sofa chair as well. He shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips as he fiddled with his fingers. He bit the inside of his cheek, and though it was brief you caught it. You knew that look; his look of contemplation. Your grip on the remote was still taut as your breathing seemed to quicken the longer he waited. Granted it was only a few seconds, but those seconds felt like hours.Â
He tilted his head slightly then, his eyes staring directly at the camera. It slowly zoomed closer to focus entirely on him, and he let out a small laugh before he finally replied. His gaze was strong, and it almost felt like he was actually looking at you.
âYeah, yeah I do.â He finally said, throwing in a lovesick smile for good measure. âAnd sheâs the best damn thing in my life right now.â
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I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)
Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3
âJust one more game, babe, donât be a buzzkill. I donât want to end at a loss.â You didnât want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasnât much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didnât want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin.Â
You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched â really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm.Â
You also watched him play â and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after.Â
So, like a good girlfriend would â you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college â you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well.Â
â Iâll find something to eat, alright?Â
He didnât respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal â not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged.Â
â Nah, stay here. I donât want my father to see you.Â
â AhâŠyour father is at home?Â
You never heard anyone else being at the house â big house, you must admit, and itâs embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didnât know what his fatherâs name was.Â
â Returned from his fucking deployment. Heâd ask too many questions about you.Â
â You didnât tell him about me?Â
Ah, now youâre hurt a little bit. You knew it wasnât anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly.Â
â He never asked. Not like he cares too much, butâŠ
An apathetic dad, huh.Â
You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriendâs horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart.Â
â If you donât want me to come and meet him, I can go home.Â
He doesnât answer because his queue is finally coming to another match â you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed.Â
You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen.Â
*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away â and now he canât even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid.Â
König closes the door of the refrigerator â of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house â a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished.Â
With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge â and then he almost stumbles across an angel.Â
Scheisse
Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young â his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, butâŠ
The thing is â he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son.Â
You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, Youâre dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isnât dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl.Â
â Oh! Sorry. Itâs yours, isnât it?Â
You give him his cookies back â but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue â god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants arenât enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasnât seen a woman in three months and hasnât had sex in the past few years.Â
You lick the crumbs from your fingers â itâs such a deliberate action that he canât believe he actually sees it, and itâs not even something from porn he used to like.Â
â Ja. You can have it.Â
He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it.Â
â Thank you, sir. IâmâŠwell, I assume if Paul didnât introduce me to youâŠIâm his girlfriend. Nice to meet you.Â
You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest â but he canât be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him.Â
Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home.Â
â Girlfriend? He never spoke about you.Â
You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile â too real. He canât handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so youâd stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom.Â
He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you.Â
â Ah. Um. WeâreâŠI guess weâre not at this stage yet.Â
â Knowing him, youâll never be, Schatz.Â
You look at him immediately â youâre offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar â and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce.Â
â What do you mean by this, sir?Â
You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes â and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally.Â
Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys â and in the romantic field, itâs even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being â and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid.Â
He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing â a good girl wonât be with his son if she isnât stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship.Â
The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone â he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until youâre crying under him. He canât do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, butâŠwell, quite frankly, his son doesnât deserve you.Â
König is.Â
â I wonât sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a ScheiĂ ArschlochâŠfucking asshole, that is. Iâm surprised he brought home someone as cute as you.Â
You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paulâs dad is aâŠinteresting man.Â
Tall, broad, very muscular â even his baggy house clothes arenât really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because youâre a good girl, you donât look at your boyfriendâs dad like this.Â
König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman â your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your âdateâ while youâre lusting over his father.Â
Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too.Â
â Paul isnât all that bad, sir.Â
âHe at least has a nice dick,â you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong â if he werenât sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from pornâŠnot really your thing.Â
You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all.Â
König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks.Â
God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably wonât take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies.Â
He can afford to retire and never worry about money again â but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right?Â
You look like a good candidate.Â
â Iâm sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesnât deserve you, Schatz.Â
He is shitty at flirting, itâs not his forte â he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he canât flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isnât something he is good for, this is why his wife has left.Â
â IâŠnot sure we should be having this conversation here.Â
Youâre a good girl, and itâs infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldnât be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you arenât opposed to the idea. König doesnât understand if he likes that youâre so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty â but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body.Â
â You want to see the bedroom then?
Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs â it might look involuntary like he didnât exactly want for it to be placed here, but you arenât dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, youâre too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him.Â
â Sir, this is veryâŠ
He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace â you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isnât a strong man in regard of morals, he doesnât see anything wrong with fucking his sonâs girlfriend â if the girl is up to it. And if she isnâtâŠwell, he better make sure she is.Â
â What is it, Schatz? Paul wonât hear us in his headphones.
You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape â his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and youâre horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you donât want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway.Â
Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them â itâs probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all.Â
â I donât want to break his heart.Â
â He doesnât have one.Â
Youâre lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again â a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much â you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, youâŠ
God, you feel like a slut, and you like it.Â
Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted.Â
You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back â but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, youâre adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game.Â
â Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later.Â
âLaterâ sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you canât help but compare him to his son â and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didnât cum.Â
You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions â you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like âdaddy, pleaseâÂ
König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable.Â
â Daddy, ja? God, youâre dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later.Â
He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked â he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and youâre so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before.Â
He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge â make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people.Â
He can be good for you â but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesnât know how to treat a lady right.Â
â So wet for meâŠsuch a filthy thing, I didnât know my son dated a whore.Â
â NâŠnot a whore, pleaseâŠ
He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him â you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid.Â
â Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking youngâŠ
â WâŠwe really shouldnât⊠â Tshhh, donât think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. â Iâm notâŠ
â Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.
He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy â meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though youâre used to taking Paulâs size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second.Â
It feels so wrong, you still arenât sure if you want him to touch you like this.Â
It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick â maybe because you havenât gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off â but nowâŠ
You arenât ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now â you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriendâs absent father, and you love every second of it.Â
Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, youâre adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm â itâs good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed.Â
König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good.Â
So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole â taking the worst traits of his father.Â
â Donât cry, Schatzen. Youâre okay, it felt good, didnât it?Â
â WâŠwe shouldnât have. Shit. Iâm sorry, it was a mâŠgod, I need to tell Paul.Â
â Iâll tell him.Â
â No! â I will tell my asshole of a son that youâre my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck.Â
â I need to return to my dorm.Â
â And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of thisâŠbut we can afford to go a bit off board, ja?Â
He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once â you donât have the heart to say no. Never did. Youâre a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right.Â
He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin â youâre so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you donât even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen.Â
Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked.Â
â WâŠwhat the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again â deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. Youâre stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are.Â
â Sheâll make a good step mom, ja?Â
You donât even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes.Â
#cod#konig x reader#yandere konig#konig#cod x reader#call of duty#cod x you#yandere cod#konig mw2#reader insert#yandere x reader
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juno | l.hc
âone of me is cute, but two thoughâŠ?â
đżnow playing: juno by sabrina carpenter
⯠summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.
⯠pairings: haechan x fem!reader
⯠genre: smut, established relationship
⯠words: 2.7k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)
an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally donât care. sue me x
You didnât want kids. Well, thatâs not true. You were indifferent to kids.Â
That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didnât think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe itâs just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.
And being forced to attend his nieceâs first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, youâd never given much thought to the idea of kidsâcute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no.Â
But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile.Â
From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball teamâand donât even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party.Â
It was like he was in his elementâsoft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, theyâd always say Uncle Hyuck was their favouriteâeven if they werenât supposed to.
You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad heâs âtoo young to be having the adult conversations,â which was really code for âlet me play with the kids.âÂ
Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning andâwere your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.
Wait.Â
âHeâs good with them, huh?â
You jolt, turning to see Hyuckâs sister standing behind you.
âUh... yeah, I guess so,â you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.
She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuckâs sister again. âWhat?â
âNothing,â she shrugs. âJust... youâre looking at him like youâre ready to add to the Lee family name.â
You gasp. âI am not!â
She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, heâs handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.
âOkay... I suppose he is good with them.â
Hyuckâs sister nods, humming in agreement. âHe always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousinâeven when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.â
Heâs sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. Heâs being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.
âHeâd make a great dad, Y/N.â
The statement is completely sobering.
âUh,â you stammer, running a hand through your hair. âI donât know. We havenât really talked about it.â
Thatâs not entirely true. You had spoken about itâonce. Youâd told him it wasnât something you had planned for but werenât necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.
Hyuckâs sister blinks at you, clearly confused. âThatâs crazy. Hyuckâs always said he wants to be a dad.â
Clearly.Â
Thereâs no denying that. Itâs so obviousâevery second heâs cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.
This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... youâre starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.
âY/N! Y/N!â one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. âCan you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie canât do it on his own.â
And just like that, youâre being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining themânot that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. Youâd never seriously thought about kidsâuntil now.
Because youâd never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.
âI canât believe sheâs one already,â Hyuck beams from where heâs stretched out on your bed. Heâs been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. âDid you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.â
You glance at him through the vanity mirror where youâre sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. Thereâs a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.
âWhatâs that look for?âÂ
You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.
âY/N, whatâs going on?â
You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. âDid you have fun today?â
âYessâŠ?â he replies, but thereâs a trace of suspicion in his voice.
âYour familyâs really nice.â
âOh, are they now?â He squints playfully. âI saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasnât embarrassing meâshe loves doing that.â
You shake your head with a giggle. âShe wasnât.â
âOkayâŠâ he draws out. âThen what was she saying?âÂ
âThat youâd be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.âÂ
Hyuckâs eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechlessâstill countable on one hand.
He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. âS-She said that?â
You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.
âAndâŠwhat did you say back?â
You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. Heâs so cute like thisâadorable, evenâclearly dying to hear what you thought.
âI didnât respond,â you admit honestly.
You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laughâthough itâs not genuine. You can tell heâs trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that heâd be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.
âShe shouldnât have said that,â he mumbles, embarrassed. âI used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I donât really think like that now. I canât, you know⊠because of my job.â
âSo you donât want kids because of your job?â You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now youâre the one sounding hurt.Â
âBaby... is this a trick question?â He laughs nervously.
You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. âNo Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.âÂ
He shrugs, looking unsure. âI donât know. I havenât really thought about it.â
âYouâre lying.â
He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. âBaby, I donât know what you want me to sayââ
âThe truth,â you insist.Â
He pauses, his gaze softening. âI love you, Y/N. You said kids werenât really part of your plan, and thatâs okay,â he begins, his voice steady but sincere. âAnd yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.â
You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again.Â
âI know weâve never talked about it since. But Iâm fine with anythingâas long as itâs with you.â
You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way.Â
âThose kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,â you say and he gives a half smile.Â
âWell, I am their favourite Uncle.âÂ
You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again.Â
âY/N whatâs going on with you? Youâre confusing meââ
âYou knowââ you cut him off. âI think youâd be a great dad.âÂ
He stares at you, properly taking you in. Heâs never seen this side of you before, and youâve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad⊠well, he didnât expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe itâs the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, itâs not.
âToday made me realise something,â you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. âYou look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.â
Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him.Â
âPlease donât joke like that, Y/N,â he whines, eyes squeezing shut. âBecause Iâve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.â
You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.
âWell, why donât you do something about it then,â you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.
Hyuckâs mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.
The groan you both share is synchronised, and itâs all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing.Â
His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.
He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fuckedâfucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth.Â
Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. Youâhis girlânaked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby feverâyour baby fever. Itâs the hottest shit heâs ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decidesâso willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And heâll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.
The image floods his mindâyour stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.
The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by himâlike alwaysâbut this time itâs different. Itâs possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.
His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever.Â
âHyuckââ you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. âPlease, I need to feel you.â
His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.
âSo fucking pretty like this,â he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. âTaking me so well, always so good for me, arenât you, baby?â
You moan as his cock hits every spot inside youâso deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.
âCanât wait until youâre mine, so full of me,â he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. âDo you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?â
âYesâfuck yesâplease.â
âSay it for me,â he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. âPlease tell me.â
âI want to be yours; make me yours,â you breathe out.
Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.
Youâre practically sobbing with how fast heâs driving into you, so close to seeing stars.
âYouâre so good at taking me,â he praises, his breath ragged. âGonna make me fill you.â
You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.
âYes! Fuck, please keep going,â You pant.Â
âWant you so full of me that itâs dripping down your leg. And then Iâll push it back in when I fuck you again.â
Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.
âHyuckâIâm gonna cum.â
âSo fucking good, baby,â he moans in awe. âIâm going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seedâfuck!â He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.
Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock.Â
He doesnât stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. Youâre exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like thatâso close, so intimate.
But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.
âFuckââ he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. Thereâs a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. âY/N, Iâm really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the storeââ
âNo.â You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. âI donât want you to. If thatâs okayâŠâ
His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.
âY-yeah⊠thatâs more than okay with me,â he says, nodding eagerly.
âWho knows?â You shrug with a teasing grin. âI might not even get pregnant this time.â
His eyebrows shoot up. âThis time?â
You nod confidently. âYeah, this time. Because weâre going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.â
His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.
âI never thought Iâd hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,â he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.
You giggle, leaning into his touch. âWhat can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.â
#nct smut#haechan smut#nct 127 smut#nct dream smut#nct x reader#nct 127 x reader#haechan x reader#nct dream x reader#nct hard hours#kpop smut#kpop x reader#nct oneshot#nct scenarios
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
word count: 851
summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: âremember who the enemy isâ IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or werenât. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didnât know why he had taken such a liking to you.
âYou remind him of himself,â Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, âan archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?â
âI wish he wouldnât,â you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
âyâknow, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,â she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
âGreat, more attention,â you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
âHis nameâs luke castellan,â kayla says, ah luke, thatâs it.
âHeâs handsome,â you say matter of factly.
âDonât trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,â Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
âItâs a good thing I play the lyre.â
ââââââ
âYouâve got a great shot,â a deep voice says from behind you.
Youâve been at the range for around an hour, itâs 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
âThe whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,â sure, it sounds mean but you swear youâre not trying to be.
âSorry, once I see you itâs hard to look away,â youâre not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
âFunny,â you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
âThat arrow, itâs like itâs made of the sun,â He says amazed.
âA gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot itâll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,â you inform him possibly too much.
âMost people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,â he says.
âItâs different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,â you bite your inner lip.
âI get that, Iâm just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,â His eyes furrow.
âGuess we both have different priorities,â you smile.
âOpposites work best donât they?â He smiles back.
âIsnât it opposites attract?â You wonder.
âHey, your words, not mine,â he laughs.
âThat oneâs Orion,â You point up at the constellation.
âHe was always my favorite,â he adds.
âMine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,â You look back up at the sky.
âThat oneâs Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,â you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
âYouâre staring, againâ You mention.
âI told you I canât help it, especially when you glow like that,â he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
âIâd like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,â you say to him.
âThatâll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.â
ââââââ
Itâs been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, youâd say youâre doing well for what youâre given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids werenât as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
âToday feels like a winning kind of day?â Annabeth asks luke.
âIâll see you on the other side,â He smiles.
âLuke!â You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. âYou donât get hurt okay? I donât feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?â
âOh but I love to see you healingâ he holds your hand and smirks
âArchers! Move out!â You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
âso⊠you and her?â Percy asks the taller boy.
âhow could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.â
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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Fan Zone Fanatic - Lando Norris x Anxiety! Reader
Plot: You love taking the F1 bracelets off of fans because you will play with them whenever you get anxious and they are a source of comfort for you now.
(I literally do this with my bracelets lmao)
One thing you absolutely adored was fan interaction. As much as you got really anxious in large crowds with overstimulating sounds and smells, you loved helping give gifts to Lando and guide him to younger fans with caps pushed to the back and hold his own hand for comfort when he too got overwhelmed from the amount of people yelling his name.
Right now you were at the gates to the paddock and you were walking through hand in hand with Lando. When you saw a load of fans at the entrance.
âLando! Landoâ
âCome sign my helmet pleaseâ
âLando I have something for youâ
âY/Nâ
Loads of voices came at one, you smile at Lando and nod your head over to the fans starting to drag him over to the fencing.
âOmg Y/Nâ one cries handing you a pretty generic McLaren hat, you take it to pass to Lando until she shakes her head.
âI want you to sign it! Iâve already got Landosâ she smiles and you laugh, loving that people wanted your signature too.
âAre you sure? I donât want to ruin it!â You smile kindly at her and she nods again. You sign it and then she pulls a clip of the friendship bracelets out.
âPlease take oneâ she smiles and beofre you know it, you have loads of girls gifting you friendship bracelets off their bags.
Before you know it, you have all sorts of bracelets covering your arms.
There was mainly Lando and McLaren ones, but a few Chili or Enjoy the butterflyâs ones snuck their way onto your wrist that when you were showing Lando all of them once you got into the paddock he was laughing so hard.
âI think my fans love you more than they love me if Iâm being honest, theyâre always so sweet and respectful to youâ he smiles as he shifts through the bracelets before he finds one with your name on it that he takes off your own wrists and places it on his own. âThis one im keepingâ he comments.
âI think I might head to the fanzone today, deck myself out in McLaren merch and just see what happensâ you grin and he looks at you with a furrowed brow.
âAre you sure baby? I donât think thatâs a great idea, youâve never experienced the fans without a barrier or anything âŠâ he offers and you nod your head knowing what your getting yourself into.
âI know but I want to interact and Iâm kind of obsessed with these bracelets now and I kind of want more of them!â You nod having made up your mind fully with a small smile matching it.
âOkay baby, but just keep one of the security with you. Just so they can help you out if needed. You donât have to walk with them but just keep them close yeah? Take Dave, you like Dave right?â Lando says immediately concerned about you.
âIâll take Dave just for youâre own piece of mindâ you tease lightly nudging him before you take his team hat and grab one of his spare team tops.
âHow do i lookâ you say with a twirl before ending with a hand in your hip.
âBeautifulâ Lando mutters with heart eyes as he looks over at you.
Lando if he was being honest, never had it so good. You were literally perfect in his eyes. You treated him so well, and there wasnât a singular moment he didnât feel lucky to experience the weird and wonderful phenomena we call life.
âStop it, youâre making me blushâ you comment and he just laughs before kissing your cheek and sending you off.
âDonât be gone too long okay! And check in with me! Please?â He asks.
âOoooo wait can I buy some hats and get you to sign them please?!? I can hand them out in exchange for braceletsâ you grin and before you know it youâve got Lando signing as many hats as you could possibly fit in one bag.
He ended up signing 60 hats in the span of 20 minutes which is pretty impressive, considering he has to break to make out with you for 5 of those. Lando was an exceptionally clingy boyfriend.
Eventually you leave waving goodbye to him and smiling.
You walk out of the paddock entrance and around to the main gate. Where youâve got the sunglasses and baseball cap on, itâs kind of hard to notice who you actually are so you were pretty confident that you could walk through pretty happily.
You noticed Dave, not too close and not too far. You walked into the fan zone seeing all the stools and shops with merch from different teams and the smell of the greasy hot dogs and chips.
You were just walking looking through one of the McLaren stands and about to pick up a Lando Norris t-shirt when a small tap was felt on your thigh. You turn round seeing a little girl, maybe 6 or 7.
âHiyaâ you smile and the mum asks if you want to trade bracelets. You nod happily and show her your arms of the ones you had and she sees the LN4 one with his helmet design.
âOh thatâs a good one, Landos helmetâ you grin and smile at her kindly taking it off your own wrist and putting it around hers.
âWoah you have so manyâ you laugh lightly seeing up to her elbows covered in them.
âTake two if you would likeâ the mum smiles and you nod.
âWhy donât you choose one for me, and then Iâll choose another one?â You ask the young girl and she nods excitedly looking over her arms before picking out a Max one.
âMax huhâ you grin taking the MaxV33 off her and pulling it around your own wrist.
âI think Iâll take this one too, my goal today is to get one of every driverâ you smile and she grins seeing you take the Zhou Guanyu one.
âI also have something I want to give you from Landoâ you grin and she looks excited.
You pull out the signed hat and she squeals, looking over the signature.
âThank you thank you thank you!â She grins and pulls you into a hug. You laugh back and go to offer the mum one, but she politely shakes her head.
âKeep them for the youngstersâ she smiles and you nod. The little girl finally lets go and hands the old hat back to her mum before putting the new signed on.
âAwww look at that! You look so cool!â You exclaim and the girl giggles more.
You say goodbye and get back to shopping. You end up buying an overpriced Lando top despite you wearing official staff uniform as of right now and thank the very shocked worker who asks for you picture once youâve payed. You offer her a hat but refuses as she got one earlier before her shift from the paddock entrance.
You head into the heart of the fanzone where the sims are and all the other interactive stuff they put on for the fans. You can hear music from the massive stage, which is slowly starting to fill up.
20 minutes until Ferrari on stage.
1 hour till McLaren on stage. You knew you were going to go there for the McLaren one.
âY/N?â You hear from you far left and see 3 girls with two guys behind them.
You smile happily jog over to them.
âHey!â You grin and one of the girls squeals.
âDo you want some of our bracelets we brought way to many!â The girls admit showing you their bags full of the beaded bracelets.
âHow long did this take you guys! These are incredibleâ you smile looking at all the different colours and types and the fact some had crystals on them. And all the funny messages rather than drivers names.
âOh itâs nothing, just something we like to do in our free time!â One of the girls nods.
âTheyâre lying it took them days to prepare these for the raceâ one of the guys admits and you nod knowing that was far more accurate.
âHow many can I take?â You ask looking at them, it was strange because even though these girls looked in their teens and younger than you they were all a lot taller than you. Making you feel kind of strange looking upwards at almost all of them.
âAs many as you wantâ you start to look through. You burst out laughing at one that says Muppet 1 and Muppet 2 in one of the girls bags.
âCan i take both and give one to Lando so weâre matchingâ and she nods enthusiastically at the thought of Lando himself having one of her bracelets.
âOmg yes! Please please! Do you erm speak to any of the other drivers?â She asks and you nod, you were close with loads of the drivers. Especially their girlfriend as you were a social floater, sometimes you went out shopping with Alexandra, Charles girlfriend. Or going for brunch with Carmen, golfing with Lily or out to dinner with Oscar and his Lily.
âI do, why do you want me to give something?â You ask politely and she nods handing you a T-shirt. You open it up to see a funny print of George Russell T-Posing.
âIâll make sure when I get back to the paddock to give this to Georgeâ you smile and she thanks you profusely.
You got to the next girls bag and find a Yuki Tsunoda One, and a Lando one that was of his Miami win. It had a little palm tree dangly on it and you knew you just had to take it.
And in the last one you picked out a Charles Leclerc and Ferrari one.
âThis may seem rude but I donât want to trade to many bracelets off, I want to keep as many as possible but I have other giftsâ you smile and pull 5 signed caps out the bag handing one to each of them.
âTheyâre signed by Landoâ you smile and they all looked shocked and one almost starts to tear up.
âCan I hug you?â One of them asks before you nod and pull her into a hug. You get a group photo before they run off all having really happy faces.
This is why you were so happy to do this, just seeing that smile on random peoples faces knowing youâd made them feel like that was so rewarding.
You walk to the sim racers and see loads of people on them, trying to get in good laps. You were utterly hopeless on Landos at home so there was no way you were trying it here and making a fool out of yourself.
âGirlie! You want a bracelet!â A voice from behind you says and you turn to look.
A girl comes running up to you, showing the clip of beads in front of you.
The afternoon continued like that. You took bracelets and gave people hats in exchange for them. You were thankful nobody had posted the pictures youâd taken with them yet, so it still didnât feel like you were having people actively come try and find you.
You make your way to the stage seeing itâs pretty empty now that Ferrari have gone and you stand right by the fence where Lando will be able to see you. Thereâs two guys in McLaren hats next to you, one in a Lando one and one in a Danny Ric one.
âDamn thatâs some fossil merchâ you joke and they turn to look at you seeing youâre get up. They laugh and nod explaining how they live McLaren but Danny is their driver.
âWho do you support?â One of them asks before his mate bursts out laughing.
âDude that Landoâs girlfriendâ the other one with the DR3 McLaren hat laughs. And you laugh with him before the guys fully takes a look over you and flushes Red.
âIâm so so sorryâ he says.
âItâs fine, but of course my driver is Yuki Tsunodaâ you tease and they both laugh. You have a nice conversation with them, youâd get Lando to sign their hats when he was on stage.
The guys were really nice, just asking you questions about the paddock on racing and how long youâd followed the sport and it was nice just talking.
However the more people started to fill up the more you got anxious. Unconsciously your hand started to fiddle with the bracelets, lightly snapping them against your skin or pushing the beads from one place to another. The feeling giving you a certain kind of comfort to stimulate you enough that it was a distraction from all the noise around you.
All of a sudden the music gets louder beofre Naomi Schiff comes out to introduce the drivers to the now packed in crowd.
âHello, how are we all feeling out there? Little warm today isnât it. Weâll all of you keep hydrated nearest water station is up to your rightâ she indicates.
âNow without further or do, letâs find your drivers. Here for McLaren, Oscar Piastri and LANDO NORRISâ she calls and both the papaya boys come jogging out onto the stage.
âHello Lando, Hello Oscar, how are you guys today?â She asks and both of them nod.
âYeah really good, itâs pretty warm but weâre excited to be hereâ Lando says and Oscar nods in agreement.
âYes, I think Iâve drunk 3 big bottles of water and two cans of monsterâ Oscar jokes and everyone in the crowd laughs.
âEnjoy the summer break?â She asks and they both nod.
âYeah I got to spend lots of time with my girlfriend in England, and we âŠâ Oscar starts but is interrupted by Lando.
âOooo girlfriend, your girlfriendâ Lando teases making Oscar go bright red in embarrassment.
âSays you, you wouldnât shut up about Y/Nâ Oscar pushes back making Lando just laugh. The boys beside you starts whopping and cheering your name trying to point you out and draw attention to the fact your here.
People start to catch on and help to point you out, making you duck your head down in embarrassment as you laugh.
âOh look Lando weâve got some fans calling your name over here, oh wait. Is that ⊠Lando is that Y/Nâ she says holding her que cards above her head to stop the glare of the sun to her eyes so she can get s better look at you.
You smile and wave being very familiar with the woman.
âOh youâre right, give it up for Landos girlfriend everyoneâ Naomi cheers and you blush.
âHi babyâ Lando smiles shyly waving at you making you wave back.
âWait did you chance tops?â He laughs seeing you now in the Lando Norris official team t-shirt. You nod and he just laughs shaking his head.
Before you know it heâs jumped down and is coming over to you. He pulls you into a hug, before signing some stuff around you and going back up to where Oscar is.
âWell, what did you do over the summer. You and Y/N were very present onlineâ she adds knowing you always loved to post online what you and Lando did as it served as memories to share with a wider community.
Also a lot of what you posted have the fans a fix of their delulu needs which you were always happy to do.
âWe want to Boa Vista and then we saw Martin Garrix a good friend play in Ibiza, we saw some of the other drivers there too. Went to a Taylor Swift concert, went to Bali and now weâre back here and racingâ he grins and you smile at the thought of the summer holidays with Lando.
âAwww well sounds like you had a lovely time and youâre nice and relaxed ready to get racing again. How does it feel knowing how close you are to a championship with Max?â She asks and he nods.
âLooking for a good result this weekend but with my lucky charm here Iâm hoping for a winâ he nods and after some more questions posed to Oscar and Lando people start to leave the minute they are off the stage.
You keep a hold on one of the bracelets going behind the stage to where Lando is waiting for you. Dave helps you get past the majority of the crowd who some ask for pictures with you and more bracelets are given to you.
You round the corner into the VIP second and a Lando immediately comes up to you wrapping you in a hug.
âThat was nice seeing you it there, but I was terrified the whole time with how cramped in you all lookedâ he admits as he kisses your temple.
âLook how many bracelets I got! Oooo look I have one for you too, a matching one with meâ you grin and hand him the muppet number 1 and show him your muppet number 2.
âThese are brilliant. Iâm happy you enjoyed yourself.â He smiles and walks you over to the car to take you to the paddock.
Going forward you actually wore those bracelets given to you all the time. You and Lando wore the muppet ones everyday but you would change up which ones youâd wear on your other wrist each day but you always made sure you had one especially when you knew it was going to be an anxiety filled day.
The fans would never know how much these bracelets meant to you but you were so thankful.
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